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[jjay09]

Hey, everyone! First off, thanks for reading this, and thanks for checking out my blog, following, and liking my stuff. It seriously means a lot to me, I appreciate it! This isn’t a story, just an update on where I’m at, my experience writing m2m tf stories, and running this blog for about a year, and engaging with the community. Just reflecting on the whole thing. I’m actually not new to m2m writing.. I’ve been around before. I posted one possession story on an old tf blog, but I forgot the email and password, lol. That was the only story I ever posted back then, and my English was gnarly as hell, lol. I usually wrote in my native language and kept the stories to myself, but around April last year, I thought, ehh.. why not start a blog and post them… Just for fun, you know… a little project.

And yeah, it was fun, it was reaally fun. Until.… depression hit. I was drowning in job stress, family drama, existential dread and identity crises. It was a dark time for me, I went through a lot. Then I met new people and made friends on Discord. I thought that would help but I got scammed and lost my Discord account, but I don’t even wanna get into that, lol. I was so lonely and desperate for company. And I realized I was running away from my problems. I don’t know exactly when I started tying m2m tf to something deeper than just getting off. But somewhere along the way, it became more than a fetish fuel, it became like an escape. A bad one, not a good one, hahaha.

When I started this blog, I thought I was just here to share that feeling and to put it out into the world, see if anyone else felt the same way. I wrote whatever I wanted, and whenever I wanted. I really didn’t care about notes, about engagement, or anything like that. Just me, my stories, and the joy of creation. But then something kind of changed, well.. it started small. A little hit of validation every time someone reblogged and liked my stories. A rush whenever I receive them notes. At first, I told myself hmmm whatever.. it didn’t matter that I was still writing for me. But somewhere in that uhhh dopamine loop(?), I started chasing engagement instead of passion. I’d sit down to write and think, will people like this, instead of do I like this. And that subtle shift turned everything into self destruction… hahaha.

Then there was this friend I made on Discord and we used to talk every day… We really vibed. And like I said, at that time I was depressed and lonely, so I clung to him.. went full on limerence. He would share cute and sexy guys, you know just like a normal m2m friendship or connection, and we would gush over them. He was also a great writer, and has some really hot stories. At first, it was fun.. but you know, when you’re in a bad place, everything turns south real fast, lol. I started comparing myself to the guys we were thirsting over and to him, especially his stories.

And looking back at that moment, it makes me cringe. I feel really bad for myself, I remember telling him, I could never write anything like yours (classic people pleasing). And I’d think, gadd, I wish I had a body and the life of this guy. And then I went full delulu, (LOL) wishing I was some hot himbo with zero worries, just gooning and looking sexy all day. Well, the idea is hot as hell, but I was projecting my issues onto m2m tf.

And suddenly, my writing didn’t feel like mine anymore… it felt like a product, a cringe, try hard performance. Something I had to shape and mold to fit an audience. I started comparing myself to other tf writers, and measuring my worth in tractions and follows. It wasn’t enough to just create, I wanted to be noticed, I wanted my work to matter… And yet, the more I chased that recognition, the emptier it felt… The stories I wrote to please people felt hollow. Like I was imitating myself instead of writing from the feeling or encounter. And.. it kinda worked, lol. Those stories got engagement, and some people did like them. But looking back at the stories I wrote just to please people, they feel… meh, felt forced. I don’t like them and they could’ve been better. For example this, and this stories. And the ones who got fewer notes are the ones I really enjoyed making it.

I let other people’s expectations creep in and I started wondering if my work was moving fast enough. I started comparing myself, not only to other people, but to the idea of what others expected from me… I convinced myself that my life was at a standstill, that my writing was a scapegoat for my lack of progress, but that was a lie... The truth is, I only feel inadequate when I think I’m not meeting the expectations of my audience: my followers, my Discord friends, the people who engage with my work. I don’t feel inadequate because I’m unhappy with my growth. I don’t even feel like I’m stagnating. I feel inadequate because I’m looking at myself through the lens of other people, measuring myself by their imaginary standards instead of my own.

I used to think I had to write a certain way because that’s what people expected of me. That’s what the m2m community on Tumblr expected, that’s what other tf writers did. Structured, consumable, tf setups. But that’s not what I naturally gravitate toward. That’s not how my mind works, how my creativity flows… I don’t care for conventional tf structures, not for myself at least. My expectation is an experience, a weird, absurdity or whacky, and visceral and carnal, silliness and filthy elements and pure bodily or physical indulgence. That’s my standard. I expect immersive, bizarre, excessive transformations or possessions and bodyswap or etc that can go too far in the best way possible. I don’t like structured and methodical tf stories or that everything has to be makes sense or unique or different. That’s not my expectation. I expect something that pulls me in, makes me feel it, makes me lose myself inside the shift. I expect writing that consumes. I expect my stories to be encounters. When I write, I expect an encounter. When I bring a character to the edge of himself and throw him into the horny abyss, I expect an encounter. And if I can’t reach that, then the story isn’t done. It won’t be finished until I feel it, until I know it’s right.

Moving forward, I refuse to compromise my peace trying to prove something to the world. I have spent too long reaching this point of contentment with myself, and I will not let it be undone by fear of a silent audience. I worry about how I appear because I fear a lack of applause. But if there was no people, would I be so self critical?? Would I be so abusive and destructive?? No… I would not. I don’t doubt my writing because I think I’m untalented, I doubt it because I fear I won’t meet my audience’s expectations. But fuck that and fuck them.

And time is not an expectation of mine. Time might be an expectation for other tf writers out there, but it’s not an expectation for me… Time is an expectation for the audience, for the people waiting and wondering when the next thing will drop. But if time doesn’t matter to me, then why should I force myself to care about it? Why should I rush, stress, push out something just to keep up?? I don’t owe my writing to anyone but myself. But I won’t lie, sometimes I do feel the pressure and I start to feel inadequate, not because I think I’m incapable, not because I believe I’m not talented, but because I want to do it fast... I want to get my stories out before people lose interest. I want to stay relevant, and to keep people engaged, to make sure they don’t unfollow or move on. So I rushed and I force ideas that ain’t ready. I try to meet a demand that isn’t even mine to begin with. But when I’m honest with myself.. when I strip everything else away, I know I don’t actually care about time. I care about the work.

So if nobody was anticipating anything from me, would I be rushing?? No! Well, not intentionally. The only time I ever work fast is when I want to. When the encounter is so powerful, and so real, that I have no choice but to pour it out. But that’s not the same as rushing to meet an imaginary deadline.. to satisfy an audience’s hunger. I would create on my own time, whenever inspiration hit, just like I always have. And when the work was done, people would react however they wanted, impressed, inspired, disappointed, whatever. But their reaction wouldn’t change the fact that I made it for me first…. That’s the truth, I am going to create regardless. It is innate and it is instinct. Whether or not anyone is reading or care, I will make things. So why not create as if no one gives a shit anyway? Why not embrace that freedom and let go of the imaginary weight of expectation…

So I have decided: I will create up to my expectations. Cause whether people are reading or not, these are the expectations that make me happy. These are the standards that feel natural to me and these are the values that matter. And at the end of the day, it was my expectations that built my audience in the first place. The moment I start catering to what I think people like and want instead of staying true to what I want and my own process, that’s the moment I lose myself. And no matter how much time it takes, no matter how many people unfollow, no matter who loses interest, I don’t care. I really don’t… The story will not exist until it reaches my standard… And those who get it? They get it, period.

And at the end of the day, that’s my addiction. Not the traction, not the applause, the nods of approval and validation, not the recognition. It is the encounter itself. That moment where everything clicks, where everything vibes, where the story feels real and horny for me, where I lose myself in the moment, that’s what I crave, that’s what I chase. That’s why I do this. And now that I’ve realized that, now that I know it deep in my bones, everything from here on out is going to be so much easier… *sigh* Because I finally understand what I’m actually after. And that changes everything.

So that’s a “little” (hahaha) update and my experience, thanks for reading! Love and peace to all of you!

[jjay09]

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......

[jjay09]

Overpowered by Pleasure - Part I

Thanks to @bigheadtf and @greenface94 for the pics.

Oliver considered himself a normal young man in many ways. His college grades were average, he liked video games and parties, and even though he didn't have a partner, he allowed himself to meet new people occasionally.

However, something about himself made him different... something he usually repressed, even though it sometimes snuck into his everyday interactions...

His roommate Dewey.

“Oliver, a box arrived for you,” Oliver heard. He was sitting on the couch getting ready for a video game marathon. He turned his head and saw his semi-redheaded, semi-blond roommate coming from the doorway with a box in his hands, which he threw to the side of the couch, next to Oliver. “There you go.”

“Thank you very much…” Oliver said, not paying attention to the box, but instead staring at Dewey. “You're pretty sexy, you know?”

Dewey made a face that he quickly removed.

“Thanks,” he said, blushing slightly, and immediately went to his room.

Yes, Oliver had a slight obsession with his roommate Dewey. Months ago, Oliver was desperate for someone to share household expenses with, so it was a joy when Dewey (whom he met through a mutual friend) accepted the offer. From the moment he saw him, he was smitten with him.

It should be noted that it was not mainly a romantic attraction. Of course, if the opportunity presented itself, Oliver would not waste it. However, his feelings for Dewey were above all sexual. And how could they not be? Dewey had the appearance of a rich jock with an attitude as shameless as a party animal and at the same time as kind as a family man (although they were the same age). That made Oliver always fantasize about seeing his more lascivious side. He wanted to hear Dewey's moans, feel his skin flutter in arousal, see his expression of pleasure…

But Dewey was always coy around him. It was probably because of the comments Oliver threw at him. However, Dewey never told him that it made him uncomfortable. He just blushed and walked away.

“Fuck…” Oliver whispered and sighed, realizing that he was hardened. For the sake of distraction, he turned on the console and started playing. It was one of those open-world RPG games where the character fought to gain experience and level up, and Oliver got excited when he defeated his enemies. “Come on, come on…” he said, pressing the buttons on his controller as fast as he could, but it wasn't enough: his character had been defeated. “Oh, come on!” He shouted in exasperation, standing up.

His sudden movement caused the box beside him to fall and open, revealing its contents: a worn green wooden mask.

“Why would someone send me something like this?” he asked himself, bending down to pick it up and examine it. “It’s strangely ugly…” he said to himself and put it on.

But then…

“Shit!” Oliver screamed, pulling the mask away from his face as quickly as he could. That couldn’t be, masks don’t try to eat the head of their user.

But still, what he felt was very real. It was like a bunch of pricks all over his skin, like a desperate caress…

As if he was pulling it with his face instead of with his dick…

“No…” Oliver whispered, but it was useless because his tent was impossible to hide.

Then, he looked at the mask again and noticed a shine that ran through its surface for a few seconds.

Only one thought crossed Oliver's mind: He wanted to, no... He had to put it on.

And with that, he brought the mask back to his face.

The reaction was immediate. The mask came to life and began to expand and spread thick tendrils around Oliver's head. Even though it was somewhat painful, an underlying sensation gave him the urge to endure it: it was arousing. It was that sensation that made him give up on ripping it off (although he had to admit, the way the mask took on a rubbery consistency between his fingers was soothing), so that the mask managed, in a matter of seconds, to cover his entire head.

Oliver began to moan and tear at the texture of the mask. He felt hot and a little sweaty. Then, he felt a tug to his left, then to the right, and began to spin in a fantastical, almost cartoonish whirlwind, which moved throughout the living room.

The tornado spun for a few seconds until it suddenly stopped, although the silhouette fell to the ground due to the force.

“Geez…” he said, rubbing his butt a little, and he noticed many things: his voice had sounded different, deeper and more assertive; his body felt strong and sensitive as if his perception had been enhanced; and his face, oh his face… he didn’t know why, but it was different. Then, he wanted to see himself in a mirror, and surprisingly, his hand moved on its own and magically pulled out a huge mirror, and he was satisfied with what he saw.

“It seems like I was the one who got an upgrade!!” He commented smiling. Then, he noticed that he was extremely hard. “And I think it’s time to test out my upgrades.” He added before starting to jerk off. For the green-headed being, it was one of the most exquisite and delicious sensations, as if his penis had become more sensitive, and he didn’t hesitate to show how good it felt, as he moaned and grunted non-stop. “Oh yeah.. hell yeah… Fuck!!” he screamed, and then he cummed, but instead of the usual whitish liquid, a puddle of greenish goo came out, which vibrated before turning into an animated creature. Masked Oliver watched him for a few moments before smiling. “You know what to do, buddy,” he said, and the goo slipped down the walls.

Dewey had just opened the door to his bathroom. He had the towel wrapped around his waist, and a few drops were still running down his shoulders and his pecs. He didn't feel like getting dressed right now, so he took off the towel and, naked, lay down on the bed to let his mind go blank scrolling on his cell phone.

Then, Dewey heard something fall near him. When he got up, he noticed a very strong and saturated green liquid. With some curiosity and caution, he touched the liquid, feeling its sticky, gummy texture. Dewey was about to get up to clean it up when the goo made a clammy noise and extended some tentacles with which it clung to the red-blond boy's limbs.

“What the fuck?!” Dewey screamed and immediately found himself chained to the bed. “What's… going on?!”

His question was answered when the goo made a rubbery noise again and began to spread over Dewey's body, running over his pecs and torso.

“Hmm…” Dewey moaned, beginning to enjoy the feeling of the caresses, although his expression showed that he was still wary. However, the groping and caressing of the goo and the way its rubbery texture clung to him were too delicious to resist, so he moaned again. “Fuck… Hmm…”

The goo continued to spread around him. Dewey felt tickling on his feet, drumming on his legs. Dewey let himself go with how it felt. It was like a warm massage. Then, the goo spread more, covering the man's erect cock, the cheeks of his ass and playfully caressing that hole.

“Wait…” Dewey said, sensing the slime's intentions. "No... wait... stop!" he screamed and tried to get away, but the goo had already made its decision. "Stop... No... Aah...!!!" he moaned loudly: the slime had already begun the invasion.

As he felt that warm mass invade his interior, the pleasure spread in the same way. Outside, the slime moved around his cock as if it were milking him like a cow full of milk. The sensation that filled the blond-redhead was too good to resist, and he ended up succumbing, moaning like a bitch in heat.

At that, the door to his room opened, and the green-headed Oliver entered the room and his gaze fell directly on the slimed jock. Upon seeing him, his pants and underwear were torn apart, revealing a huge cock that wanted to be introduced into Dewey's hole. It seemed that the jock thought the same because he stuck out his tongue and made the gesture of licking. Masked Oliver didn't think twice and threw himself onto the bed, and like metal attracted by a magnet, Oliver's cock plugged into Dewey's ass. Both of them moaned and Oliver began to thrust fast immediately. The goo slowly spread through Oliver's body as well, while Oliver and Dewey maintained a staring war. Oliver placed his hand on Dewey's mouth, making him lick his fingers and, after admiring his face for a few seconds, he finally kissed him.

It was a passionate kiss, in which both of them overflowed with their heat. They maintained a tongue fight and avoided separating their lips, which fit together like pieces of a puzzle.

In a few seconds, they both separated due to lack of air.

"It was better than I imagined..." said Oliver with a very seductive voice. He continued to thrust against Dewey without slowing down his service at all. “You’re better than I imagined…” he whispered before going back to kissing him.

The couple continued their act, and in a few minutes, maybe hours, they both finally shot a big load of cum. The goo absorbed and assimilated every drop, and as soon as it was over, it disappeared, leaving the couple on the bed, panting.

“Wow wow… That was… intense…” Masked Oliver said, bringing his hands to the back of his head, and began to pull there. Little by little, the green on his face separated from his head as his body became surrounded by whirlwinds, which disappeared once Oliver removed the mask, returning to normal. Then, he looked at Dewey, who was still panting.

The jock stared back at him, eyes half open. But then, he blinked several times and his eyes widened as if waking from a trance. His face flushed and he pushed Oliver away before covering himself with the sheets.

“What the fuck was that?!” Dewey screamed hysterically before getting up and putting on some clothes. “You’re a sicko!!” he added before leaving the room and leaving.

Oliver watched him, not knowing why Dewey had reacted like that.

“Did he go crazy?” he wondered, although guilt pricked his heart. “I thought he wanted it and enjoyed it.” he thought and looked around for the mask.

But it was no longer in sight…

To be continued…

[jjay09]

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Alpha to Omega

𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧: This story contains explicit content and themes of possession, mind control and body swapping, with a sensual and erotic approach. If this type of content is not to your liking or you are not old enough, we recommend that you do not continue.

All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them, and they are used for illustrative purposes only.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

𝗔𝗹𝗽𝗵𝗮 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗮: (English version)

This is me:

Although I wasn't always like this... This used to be my body:

Or at least it was until he stole it from me. I loved how good I looked working out, how my muscles bulged and the compression shirt got tighter and tighter the more I sweated. I was an alpha, I could see how all the other men in the gym looked at me, some with jealousy, some with complete lust. If I dropped my pants in the middle of the gym, at least one would jump down and worship me right then and there. That day was not unlike any other. I was in the gym, enjoying the way my biceps were swelling as I flexed with the barbell. I could barely laugh under my breath, noticing how some people were looking at me out of the corner of their eyes, others less obvious were staring at my bulge or my chest. And what about my scent. I loved my scent, how stinky I smelled, how the stench penetrated with a simple smell.

I kept pumping my muscles, until I noticed him: He was occupying a nearby machine. At first I didn't pay much attention to him, until I noticed his outfit. He looked clingy, nothing to the imagination, barely had slightly wet skin. But there was something that caught my attention much more: his ass. Fat and round, perfectly trapped in that black and white full body suit, even the slightest movement made it bounce. It took so much not to get an erection at that very moment. But I guess I ended up giving in at some point: I remember my huge erection, sticking against the spandex fabric, making me grunt and groan low as I continued to lift those weights. I kept imagining what it would be like to have his ass in my hands, my chin against his huge ass and how tight it would feel, I was so lost I didn't even realize I was facing him.

— Are you still using those weights? — he commented in a soft tone. Up close he looked even more tempting, with his pale skin, his soft lips and those eyes hidden behind his glasses; he looked so tender. So tender as to break him.

— A while longer, yes — I grunted, widening my muscles more for him, even lifting my armpit a little. Who knows, maybe the scent would make it clear to him who would own him.

— Can you let me know when you vacate them? — the boy smiled — And. I hope you don't mind, since when do you train? I wish I was as strong as you.

— Almost 5 years — I mumbled — although sometimes it's more a matter of genetics, not everyone can have this physique. I smiled egocentrically. To which he only seemed to laugh softly.

— I'll say. Well, I'll see you later then.

And without further ado, he turned his back to me to move forward, wiggling his fat ass in the process. Damn, I wish so hard to had him. The routine went on as usual, and he seemed to disappear from the gym.

After finishing the last set, I grabbed my towel, discreetly sniffing my stench, I advanced to the bathrooms, I would stop by before showering and changing. At that hour there was almost no one there, so I took the opportunity to advance to the penultimate cubicle. I sat on the toilet, noticing a hole in the wall. 

《 Fuck.... is that a glory hole? 》— I could only think to myself. I moved closer, noticing how there was someone on the other side. I smiled. I stood up to immediately put my hard cock in that hole, first I felt nothing... until the wetness of his tongue welcomed me.

I gasped, smiling.

Whoever was on the other side of the wall was doing excellent. I could feel him devouring my 18cm cock, gagging, stroking it and swallowing it again like there was no tomorrow, listening to his moans, but not saying anything.

— Do you want milk, bitch? — I murmured. I only heard a soft gasp which I took as a yes. To which I started to thrust my cock in and out to fuck his throat.

I started to feel a tingling in my abdomen, I was so desperate to come in his mouth. However, an electric sensation was also in the air. I moaned, starting to come in his mouth, but instead of feeling pleasure, I felt as if I was detached from my soul. In a desperate attempt, I managed to pull back to separate myself. 

It was completely useless, as it all ended up getting lost in a deep black. 

When I opened my eyes again, I felt a liquid in my mouth, with a bitter taste that I immediately spat out, accompanied by a strange sensation that invaded me, ignorance; I looked around me, without recognizing the place where I was now, everything being very dark and big.

Had I shrunk?... No. I looked down, noticing that I was on my knees. No. I looked down, noticing I was on my knees, got up as best I could, but still felt small, vulnerable and weak. What the fuck had happened? From the cubicle next door, I heard a strangely familiar laugh, and then I heard him slam the door to run out. 

What was going on? I dizzily stepped out of the cubicle. It felt like I was raw, to which I brought my hand to my head.

— Ugh... — I muttered. 

But a soft voice was what sounded instead of my usual deep tone, I looked at my hands, noticing hands that didn't belong to me: my hands used to be big, strong and rough, but now I found myself with soft, thin and small hands. I immediately looked in the mirror, noticing that boy from before.

— What?...

I moved closer. To the mirror, noticing that boy's soft and delicate features, his arms, which although marked didn't feel anything like mine, his thin chest and curly hair. He didn't even have a single speck of hair, and his scent was too faint, smelling more like his cologne which seemed to have notes of citrus. 

I knew I should be perfectly upset, angry about what had just happened. But something in me...felt different. I brought my hands to my new pecs, gasping at the slightest touch. It was as if this boy's body was always aroused, even the slightest brush against my clothes made me shiver. I wanted to explore myself right there. However, a very strange feeling for me of embarrassment lodged in my chest.

So I better check my suit pockets, finding a locker key, I timidly walked to the locker area and then opened the drawer with the key. Finding a backpack, wallet and other things. I opened the wallet, finding an ID. Apparently my new name was Max Jones.

I headed for the exit once I found the address of my new home. It felt different being on the street, I no longer felt strong or manly, I felt small and seen by everyone, men noticed my new fat ass, how it was marked when I walked. Something inside me felt bad about how they looked at me, but another, I was completely turned on.

I ended up arriving at that apartment, it looked well arranged, a bit of a contrast to my old apartment that was always in disarray with dirty clothes everywhere; I could not stand it any longer and ended up taking off my suit, leaving only what seemed to be a green thong that highlighted my ass even more.

I knew it was all wrong. That that wasn't my body, that I didn't act like that...but this body. It always seems to be horny, like in heat. I started rubbing myself against the couch, panting. My hands went to my new ass to caress it.

— Shit, yeah...

I had never been passive in my old body. I didn't like the idea of being submissive to another man, I loved being the dominant one, being worshipped. But now... it felt so strange.

Like all I wanted was something in my ass. I stroked my entrance through the thong, panting, lost in pleasure; it seemed my neurons couldn't take any more, as if this body was always horny, or in heat. I moaned, enjoying the sensations of just rubbing myself. I wanted more, I needed more.

I immediately stood up to walk to the boy's room. I was so horny... but strangely ignored my phallus, although, it was erect and seemed to measure about 16cm, I wasn't interested in touching it. I was interested in touching my ass, squeezing my fat buttocks, or sticking my fingers in my hole. Fuck... What was happening to me?

I approached the boy's closet, finding a myriad of revealing clothes or clothes that I was merely curious to try on his body.

I was so lost in excitement that I didn't even pay attention to when the phone vibrated. I looked at it closely, noticing the message from an unknown number.

My old number.

“Hey, bitch. or should I call you Max now? I guess you were right about this body not being earned by just anyone, I look good, don't you think? Haha.

That wasn't body, but the original Max, or who knows who, traded us and escaped. Good luck dealing with being a bitch with hormones raging, you won't think about anything but cock if you don't get fucked. 

Whatever. Thanks for the body, bitch.”

And he added a picture as a reminder:

I groaned as I read how he talked to me, I loved that he treated me like this. I picked out more clothes that would fit this new body, that would show off my huge ass. It didn't matter how masculine I was in my previous body, now I just wanted to be treated like the slut I was.

Once dressed, I made a Grindr account, took pictures of myself, eager for the thousands of messages from muscular men ready to use me as their dump. Once I found one I liked, very similar to my old body, I messaged him:

—  Hi, daddy;)

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm not an English speaker, so I used a translator to bring it to your language (apologies if the wording is a bit weird). If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it. I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments.

See you in the next story… Who knows what body you'll occupy this time?

[jjay09]

Prologue - A Deal with the Devil

Mr. Chen sat at his grand mahogany desk, the faint glow of his jade desk lamp casting sharp shadows across his angular features. In one hand, he swirled a glass of aged whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light as he leaned back in his chair. Before him lay a file marked Confidential—a dossier on JunHao, the man who had once been an untouchable icon of success, strength, and masculinity.

“JunHao,” Mr. Chen murmured, savoring the name like a delicacy. “You had it all, didn’t you? A thriving business, a loving girl, and a body that could make even gods envious.”

He glanced at the photo pinned to the top of the file. There JunHao stood, shirtless on a magazine cover, his sculpted physique the picture of perfection. The biceps that could stretch the seams of any suit, the chiseled abs, the confident smile—it all reeked of success, of invincibility. But Mr. Chen saw something else. Ambition. Greed. A man who had soared so high he never bothered to look down.

And that was where Mr. Chen came in.

He had orchestrated the entire downfall with surgical precision. Junhao’s business, a chain of high-end fitness centers, had been booming. But like many businessmen who thought themselves untouchable, JunHao had been careless with his partnerships. He hadn’t noticed when a shell company, quietly owned by Mr. Chen, began acquiring shares in his supply chain. He hadn’t realized when critical shipments of equipment were delayed or canceled, choking his operations.

Then came the financial strain, and with it, the loans.

“Desperate men make desperate decisions,” Mr. Chen muttered to himself, taking a sip of whiskey. He remembered the day JunHao had walked into his office, his broad shoulders weighed down by stress, his usual aura of confidence cracked.

“I need a loan,” JunHao had said, his deep voice betraying a hint of desperation.

Mr. Chen had leaned back in his chair, feigning concern. “A loan, you say? From me? The terms would have to be… unconventional.”

JunHao had hesitated, but he was a man with his back against the wall. He had signed the contract without reading the fine print. It was a devil’s bargain, one that Mr. Chen had designed with a very specific clause: in the event of the business fails, all of JunHao’s assets—all of them—would transfer to Mr. Chen.

It wasn’t just the gyms. Not just the properties or the accounts. It was everything JunHao had. Without him realizing, it included his body and the ownership to it.

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The collapse had been swift. Within months, Junhao’s business was in shambles. The loans he had taken to save it became an anchor, dragging him further into the abyss. And when the inevitable happened—when Junhao defaulted—Mr. Chen made his move.

He had summoned Junhao to his private estate, the contract in hand. Junhao, now a shadow of his former self, stood in the opulent office, his powerful frame visibly worn by stress. "Guess your business failed and everything of yours is now mine!"

“You can’t do this,” Junhao had growled, his fists clenched.

“Oh, but I can,” Mr. Chen had replied, his tone calm and cold. “You signed the contract. You agreed to the terms.”

“I’ll fight this in court!”

Mr. Chen had chuckled darkly. “You won’t get the chance. The clause is binding, immediate, and irrevocable. I don’t just own your business, Junhao. I own you.”

Before Junhao could react, Mr. Chen had signaled to his guards. They restrained the struggling man as Mr. Chen retrieved a small vial from his desk—a blend of ancient Chinese alchemy and cutting-edge bioengineering.

“This,” Mr. Chen said, holding the vial up to the light, “is your key to freedom—or, rather, mine.”

Junhao’s eyes had widened as the liquid was injected into his neck. He had thrashed against the guards’ grip, but it was no use. The process was instantaneous. A searing pain had coursed through his veins as his consciousness was pulled away from his body, drawn into a swirling void.

When Junhao woke, he found himself in a frail, elderly body, his once-pristine physique now a distant memory. Across the room, Mr. Chen stood in front of a mirror, marveling at his new form.

“This… is perfection,” Mr. Chen had said, flexing his biceps and running his hands over his chiseled abs. He turned to face Junhao, a smirk playing on his lips. “You should be proud, Junhao. Your body will be put to far better use in my hands.”

Junhao had screamed, lunging at Mr. Chen, but his new, weakened body betrayed him. The guards dragged him away as Mr. Chen laughed, his deep, commanding voice echoing through the halls.

“You should have read the fine print, Junhao,” Mr. Chen had called after him. “You’ve given me everything. And I do mean everything.”

Mr. Chen stepped out of the private chambers in only his underwear, feeling the weight of JunHao's powerful form. His every movement felt fluid, controlled, and effortless. It was a far cry from the frail, aging shell he had once inhabited. As he walked down the hallway, he marveled at the strength that now surged through his limbs, the sensation of each muscle flexing with the slightest movement.

He flexed his biceps—massive, round, and hard as stone—and let out a deep, satisfied breath. It was like a drug, this power. His former body, though fit, had never compared to the raw might he now commanded. These arms—these biceps—could easily crush anyone who dared to oppose him. The veins that snaked across his skin pulsed with vitality, evidence of his newfound strength. Every push, every pull, every lift was easier now, as if the world itself bent to his will.

He grinned, eyes tracing the contours of his new physique in the mirror as he walked past. The chest—wide, firm, and densely packed with muscle—caught his attention. His pecs were like slabs of stone, firm and unyielding, pressing against the tight shirt he had chosen to wear. When he flexed, the movement was hypnotic, a showcase of sheer power. The depth of his ribcage felt more pronounced, the muscles more pronounced, each fiber finely sculpted to perfection. He could feel the strength of his lungs, the way they expanded and contracted with ease, fueling his movements.

His mind raced with the possibilities. In this body, he was capable of feats that would’ve been impossible in his former, weaker form. There was no limit to what he could do, no obstacle he couldn’t crush beneath his new strength. He felt like a god, a man whose very presence commanded the room. Every glance from a passerby, every flicker of acknowledgment from those around him—he could see the admiration, the envy, the lust in their eyes.

But it wasn’t just the physicality that set this body apart. It was the knowledge embedded in every fiber, every cell of this machine.

Now, Mr. Chen stood in front of the mirror in JunHao's—his— gym, his reflection a living testament to his triumph. He flexed his biceps, marveling at their sheer size and power, and smirked as he ran his fingers down the ridges of his abs. His servants were in awe of what he attained.

“This body,” he said to himself, his voice rich and resonant, “isn’t just a vessel. It’s a weapon. A masterpiece.”

Mr. Chen lifted the weight, a staggering amount, effortlessly. As the barbell rose and fell in perfect rhythm, he couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. Every inch of JunHao’s body was designed for optimal performance. His shoulders were broad and thick, built for lifting, carrying, and crushing. His legs were powerful pillars of strength, veins and tendons twisting beneath the skin as they absorbed the pressure with ease. His calves were muscular and solid, able to sprint for miles without tiring, propelling him forward with each step.

He was a walking weapon—a machine capable of destruction.

The gift of virility was perhaps the most intoxicating. Mr. Chen had always been a man who desired control over everything, and now, he had control over the most primal part of his new form. He could feel the sheer force of Junhao’s masculinity coursing through him, the power in his loins that seemed to radiate outward, a constant hum of energy that never faded. His once-feeble self had known nothing of this.

This was a different kind of strength.

It wasn’t just about physical satisfaction. It was about dominance—asserting control over the very essence of another person. The body’s virility wasn’t a mere function of attraction; it was a weapon, a means of asserting his superiority, of owning and controlling.

The mind that came with this body was just as powerful as its physical form. Junhao’s intelligence had been sharp—business savvy, ruthless in his own right. But now, those instincts and ideas had become Mr. Chen’s. He could feel it—the knowledge embedded deep within the muscle, the experience that came from years of competition, of pushing himself to the limits. Every decision Junhao had made, every business deal, every negotiation—it was all there, like an archive waiting to be unlocked.

Mr. Chen felt as though he were walking in the footsteps of a man who had already laid the path for success. Every strategy, every move he needed to make, was now at his fingertips. JunHao’s thoughts, his methodical and strategic way of thinking, now surged through Mr. Chen’s mind as though they had always been his own.

He could feel the instinctual knowledge of how to read people, how to control a room, how to exploit weaknesses. His ability to manipulate, to strategize, to make others bow to his will—it was second nature now.

Every touch felt electric, as if JunHao's body was awakening to its new owner, recalibrating itself to fit Mr. Chen like a finely tailored suit. Every nerve ending seemed to buzz, hyperaware of his movements, responding to his commands with an eagerness that was both exhilarating and addictive.

Running his hands over his chest, Mr. Chen marveled at the power beneath his fingertips. The solid ridges of muscle, the soft yet firm hairs brushing against his palms-it was all so alive. His previous body had been stiff, sluggish, and unresponsive, a constant reminder of his age. But this? This was perfection incarnate, and it responded to him like a finely tuned instrument.

He progressed to his bedroom and then on the full-length mirror that dominated the corner of his suite, captivated by the sight before him. Mr. Chen wanted to explore this new opportunity in private. As he flexed, his reflection seemed to shimmer with vitality, every muscle rippling beneath his skin in perfect harmony. The sheer control he had over this body was intoxicating.

But then, something unexpected happened.

A faint warmth began to build, spreading through him like a slow burn. It started in his chest, radiating downward with an intensity that took his breath away. By the time he noticed the faint wet spot forming on his underwear, it was too late to deny it-this body wasn't just alive; it was thriving, responding to his every whim with an energy that left him breathless.

"This... this is something else," he murmured, a grin spreading across his face as he pressed his palm against the damp patch, feeling the heat beneath. "You've really outdone yourself, JunHao."

Rather than being embarrassed, Mr. Chen reveled in the sensation. He let the feeling wash over him, leaning into the raw vitality that coursed through his veins. He flexed again, harder this time, watching in awe as his biceps bulged, veins snaking across his forearms like rivers of power. Mr. Chen moaned every so loudly as he groped his new cock. The wet patch grew slightly, and he couldn't help but laugh -a deep, resonant sound that echoed through the room.

"This is what it means to feel alive," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "This is what I've been missing."

He sat on the edge of the bed, letting his hands roam freely, exploring every inch of his new form. The hard planes of his chest, the taut curve of his thighs, the firmness of his calves-each touch sent a jolt of pleasure through him. It was as if the body itself was rejoicing, celebrating its new owner with a symphony of sensations.

After a few minutes of indulgence, Mr. Chen was covered in JunHao's precious juices which reeked of testosterone, a testament to the new virility. A taste of it sent shockwaves of energy and flavors to his tongue as he forced himself to stand, steadying his breathing as he wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. He wasn't going to let this body overwhelm him-not yet, anyway. There was so much to explore, so much to discover, and he wanted to savor every moment.

He changed into fresh clothes, opting for a tight-fitting shirt that showcased his physique and a pair of jeans that accentuated his powerful legs. As he left the room, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror one last time and couldn't help but to pose what he had.

"Let's see what else this body can do," he said to himself, stepping out into the night, ready to test the limits of his newfound strength and charm.

Next Part

[jjay09]

—Prologue—

—Part 1—

The New Owner of JunHao

Mr. Chen stepped out of the hot tub, water cascading down his sculpted form, every ripple of muscle flexing as he moved. His biceps bulged as he ran a hand through his wet hair, smirking as he watched JunHao's eyes dart over his former body—now perfected, refined, made into something far greater than it ever was under its original owner.

Still wet, Mr. Chen slid a pair of shorts on and snapped his fingers, signaling JunHao to follow. The obvious bulge showing an outline left nothing to be imagined. "Come," he commanded, his voice deep, rich with amusement and control. "Let’s get you ready for your new place in my world."

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JunHao’s breath was ragged as he stared at himself in the mirror. The first thing to do was to take a selfie. His new body was good—tall, strong, muscular—but it wasn’t his body. Not his perfect masterpiece. His abs were defined, but not carved to perfection. His biceps bulged, but they didn’t have the effortless dominance his old arms once commanded. His thighs were thick and powerful, but they didn’t exude the same sheer supremacy he had cultivated for years.

He clenched his fists, flexing experimentally, feeling the strength coursing through his new form. It was almost enough. Almost.

Then, Mr. Chen stepped forward.

"Enough staring," Mr. Chen murmured, towering over him in his old body—his real body. The one JunHao had once owned, sculpted, and perfected. "You know your duty."

JunHao swallowed.

He did.

He dropped to his knees.

His hands moved with reverence, fingers gliding over the carved ridges of Mr. Chen’s abs. His abs. Or at least, they used to be. He knew every sensitive spot, every dip and curve that could send shivers down the spine.

Mr. Chen inhaled sharply as JunHao’s palms trailed lower, tracing the obliques that led down to that undeniable power.

"You remember well," Mr. Chen muttered, his voice strained yet smug.

JunHao’s lips curled. "How could I forget?" His new hands, unfamiliar yet eager, caressed the pecs he had once flexed proudly in the mirror. His tongue flicked over a nipple, knowing exactly how sensitive it was.

Mr. Chen let out a low groan, his massive hands gripping JunHao’s shoulders. His new servant wasn’t just worshipping him—he was testing him, proving that no one knew this body better than its original owner.

JunHao smirked against Mr. Chen’s chest. "It’s strange," he mused, his voice thick with something dangerously close to amusement. "Touching my own body like this. Knowing exactly where it’s most sensitive, where it needs attention."

Mr. Chen growled, his fingers digging into Junhao’s shoulders. "My body now," he snapped.

"Of course," JunHao murmured, pressing his lips to the chiseled valley between Mr. Chen’s pecs, savoring the familiarity.

He didn’t stop there.

As his hands moved lower, he felt the body respond—Mr. Chen’s legs tensed, his breath hitched, his control frayed.

JunHao relished it.

He traced his fingers down the deep cut of the Adonis belt, lips trailing lower, heat coiling between them like a storm waiting to break.

And then—

Mr. Chen snapped.

A deep, guttural sound tore from his throat as the floodgates burst open. Even without touching his cock, the pure sensitivity that JunHao made him feel through sensual touch caused him to orgasm already. His grip tightened, muscles flexing in a final, uncontrollable release.

JunHao gasped as warmth spilled over him, his new body drenched in proof of his former form’s absolute dominance. A large, thick white load covered him which had a heavy scent of primal testosterone.

Silence fell between them, heavy and charged.

JunHao looked up, his lips curling as he wiped a stray streak from his cheek.

"Still the ultimate body," he murmured, reminiscing of all his sexual encounters and how every girl was always amazed by how much and potent his load was. JunHao could remember how virile his body matched with his neverending stamina which resulted in fast rejuvenation of insane large loads.

Mr. Chen, still catching his breath, smirked down at him.

"And now, it's mine."

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JunHao gritted his teeth as he lowered himself into another deep squat, his thighs burning, his breath ragged. The barbell trembled on his shoulders, loaded heavier than it should have been, but he needed to push more. He needed more.

Each day, he woke before dawn, forcing his new body through the same relentless punishment his old one had thrived under. He started with heavy compound movements—deep squats, brutal deadlifts, overhead presses—grinding his muscles down to failure. His lungs burned with every set, his heart hammering in his chest. His stamina was nothing like before.

Yet, he refused to accept his limits.

Midday brought isolation training—biceps curls, chest flies, endless crunches to carve out the abs he should have had by now. He slammed protein shakes, ate like a beast, and trained until his body screamed. But the exhaustion crept in faster than before. His new body wasn't built for this.

Still, he pushed. He had to surpass his old self.

"I will be better than before."

But no matter how hard he worked, the mirror reflected the same bitter truth. His pecs weren’t swelling the way they used to. His veins weren’t popping. His body wasn’t chiseling itself into dominance like before.

Why?

Why wasn’t he getting better?

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That night, drenched in sweat, body aching from his latest punishing gym session, Junhao found himself where he always did—on his knees, hands roaming across the thick, sculpted muscle of his former body.

Mr. Chen leaned back, arms folded behind his head, smirking as JunHao’s hands traced his solid pecs, down his ridged abs.

"Still at it, huh?" Mr. Chen murmured. "I can feel how hard you've been working."

JunHao swallowed, pressing his lips to the firm chest he once called his own. So perfect. So strong. His fingers trembled as he kneaded the thick muscle, his own body yearning to match this one.

Then Mr. Chen flexed under his touch—his biceps swelling, his abs tightening—and the realization hit JunHao like a freight train.

This wasn’t just a feeling.

Mr. Chen had actually grown stronger.

JunHao pulled back, eyes widening as he stared at the body before him. The pecs were fuller. The veins on the biceps thicker. The deep cuts in the abs sharper.

It wasn’t possible.

His voice shook. “W-what…?”

Mr. Chen grinned, running a hand over his powerful chest. “You’ve been training so hard, JunHao. So damn hard.” He stretched, flexing his arms. “And it’s paying off… for me.”

JunHao froze.

No. No, that couldn’t be right.

“I don’t… I don’t understand,” he whispered.

“Oh, but you do,” Mr. Chen said smoothly, gripping JunHao’s chin and tilting his head up. “Every rep. Every squat. Every drop of sweat you’ve poured into this… it’s been feeding me.”

JunHao’s breath hitched. His stomach twisted.

“You've been making me bigger,” Mr. Chen continued, voice thick with satisfaction. “While you? You’re just burning yourself out.”

JunHao trembled, his heart pounding in disbelief. He wanted to deny it, to push away the truth—but his fingers told him otherwise.

The muscle beneath his touch was denser, thicker, stronger than before.

His own training… his own suffering… had been fueling the very body he once owned.

A deep, guttural laugh rumbled from Mr. Chen’s chest. “Look at you,” he murmured, running a heavy hand through JunHao’s damp hair. “On your knees, worshipping the results of your own hard work. It’s almost poetic.”

JunHao’s hands clenched against Mr. Chen’s thighs. His chest tightened, a deep pit of sadness and frustration clawing at him.

All that work.

All that effort.

And it was all for him.

Before JunHao could react—before he could even process the weight of it—Mr. Chen exhaled sharply, body tensing. His fingers tangled in JunHao’s hair as a deep, loud groan rumbled from his throat.

And then—

Mr. Chen's body spasmed and his hips shot out with power. The strongest he has ever felt so far.

JunHao barely had time to register what was happening before he was drenched. Warm, thick, undeniable. His breath caught in his throat, his entire body frozen as Mr. Chen let out a satisfied sigh above him.

He was covered in the proof of his defeat.

JunHao sat there, trembling, stunned, soaked in the essence of the body he once owned.

Mr. Chen exhaled deeply, flexing once more. "That was a big one," he murmured, looking down at JunHao with a smirk. He dragged his fingers down his abs, spreading the lingering mess across his sculpted stomach. "Guess I had a lot to thank you for."

JunHao's vision blurred, shame, exhaustion, and frustration crashing down on him all at once. His fingers dug into his own thighs, body trembling.

Mr. Chen leaned forward, gripping JunHao’s chin again, forcing him to meet his gaze. His voice was low, victorious.

“You belong to me,” he whispered. “And every time you train, every time you push yourself… I will always be the one who gets stronger.”

JunHao swallowed hard, his throat tight.

"Keep working, JunHao," Mr. Chen murmured. "Keep worshipping. Because no matter how hard you try..."

He smirked. He flexed.

"You'll never be me."

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JunHao kneeled before him, eyes locked onto the body he once called his own. Every inch of Mr. Chen radiated strength—his broad shoulders, his sculpted chest, the ridges of his abs that looked even more defined under the dim lights. His biceps flexed lazily as he ran a hand through his thick hair, a smirk permanently carved into his face.

JunHao swallowed hard.

He’s… perfect.

There was no denying it anymore. No amount of hatred, jealousy, or frustration could change the fact that Mr. Chen was better in his body than he had ever been. The way he carried himself, the effortless confidence, the sheer cockiness in every smirk, every taunt—it wasn’t something Junhao had ever truly embraced before.

But seeing it now?

He was obsessed.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Mr. Chen mused, rolling his shoulders back, making a show of flexing his pecs. “Finally accepting reality?”

JunHao’s lips parted, but no words came out.

Because deep down, he had accepted it.

His body—his former body—deserved to be worshipped.

Mr. Chen leaned forward, gripping JunHao’s chin with rough fingers. “Admit it,” he whispered, tilting Junhao’s face upward. “You love seeing me in your body. You love that I made it better.”

JunHao shivered at the touch, heat pooling low in his stomach. His heart pounded against his ribs, shame mixing with a dangerous thrill.

He did love it.

The way Mr. Chen pushed the limits, never settling, always making it more.

JunHao had spent months training, believing he could surpass his past self, only to realize every drop of sweat, every rep, every moment of exhaustion had only served to make his former body even greater.

It was the ultimate humiliation.

And yet…

He couldn’t stop.

He wanted to see his body grow. He wanted to see just how much stronger, more powerful, more perfect it could become under Mr. Chen’s rule.

“Say it,” Mr. Chen pressed, fingers tightening around his jaw.

JunHao licked his lips. His breath was shallow, his resolve crumbling.

“…You’re better in my body than I ever was,” he whispered.

A slow, arrogant grin spread across Mr. Chen’s face.

“Good boy.”

JunHao didn’t just serve—he devoted himself.

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Morning and night, he followed Mr. Chen’s every move, ensuring his former body was treated like a god. He prepared every meal, calculated every calorie, adjusted every supplement to perfection. He massaged the thick muscles, feeling every fiber of power that pulsed beneath the skin.

And when the nightly rituals came…

He worshipped.

He ran his tongue along the sweat-slick ridges of the abs he once worked for. He traced every vein that bulged across the thick biceps, pressing kisses against them, tasting the salt of his own former perfection.

Most of all, he savored the essence of his past self.

The first time he had swallowed down Mr. Chen’s release, something in him had clicked.

It wasn’t just submission.

It was reverence.

This was his body—his legacy. Every drop that spilled from it was a part of him, a reminder of what he had once been. And instead of feeling disgust, he felt pride.

Because he had built this body.

And now, under Mr. Chen, it was finally being used to its fullest potential.

JunHao moaned softly, licking his lips as he pulled away, the taste still lingering on his tongue. His new body trembled, overwhelmed by the sensations he had long denied himself.

Mr. Chen smirked down at him, wiping a thumb across Junhao’s bottom lip. “You really do love it, don’t you?”

JunHao looked up at him, eyes dark with something dangerous.

“…Yes.”

The more he served, the more Junhao realized—Mr. Chen deserved this body. He piloted his former body better than he could have ever done on his own.

He was arrogant. Cocky. Narcissistic beyond belief.

And that’s exactly what JunHao had lacked before.

He had treated his body like a tool—something to maintain, to refine. But Mr. Chen treated it like a weapon. Like a statement. He flexed with purpose, walked with an unshakable presence, made sure everyone knew exactly how superior he was.

JunHao had been strong. But Mr. Chen was dominant.

He belonged in that body.

And JunHao?

He belonged at his feet.

Not out of shame. Not out of defeat.

But because he wanted to see perfection thrive.

He wanted to be part of the reason his former body became the ultimate form.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Mr. Chen drawled, arms crossed over his broad chest.

JunHao exhaled, fingers trailing down the thick thigh in front of him. He felt the firm muscle twitch beneath his touch, the sheer power beneath the skin intoxicating.

“…I think you were always meant to have this body,” he admitted.

Mr. Chen arched a brow. “Oh?”

JunHao met his gaze, lips parting slightly. “And I think I was always meant to serve it.”

Mr. Chen’s smirk widened. “Now that’s what I like to hear.”

He grabbed JunHao by the hair, pulling him closer.

Mr. Chen ran a hand down his abs, tracing the sharp definition, his smirk widening as he admired himself. “You should see yourself, JunHao,” he said, voice dripping with amusement. “All that hard work… and look where it ended up.” He flexed his arms, letting the veins pop, reveling in the sheer perfection of his form. “Every rep, every drop of sweat—you weren’t training yourself.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You were training me.”

"Now be a good boy and show me just how much you appreciate your masterpiece.”

And JunHao obeyed.

JunHao’s breath hitched, his hands still resting on Mr. Chen’s thighs, fingers pressing into the firm muscle. He slowly reached for his former cock. Hard and veiny. The slightest touch caused it radiate so much heat and filled the air with a strong manly scent. His mouth went dry.

Mr. Chen stepped closer, towering over him, his presence suffocating. “And now,” he murmured, “you get to enjoy the rewards.” JunHao jerked it a few times causing an immense pleasure to fill up in Mr. Chen.

With that, he clenched his core, his entire body tensing—pecs bouncing, abs rippling, biceps bulging—as the pressure inside him reached its breaking point.

Then—release.

A monumental flood.

JunHao gasped as the first thick rope splattered across his chest, heat sinking into his skin. Then another. And another. It was relentless—like a damn fountain, as if every rep, every flex, every ounce of strength had been stored for this single moment.

Mr. Chen groaned, his head tilting back, utterly engulfed in pleasure. “Fuck… that’s what I call a reward,” he muttered, rolling his neck as he came down from the high. His hands ran over his pumped chest, smearing some of the evidence of his dominance across his skin like war paint.

JunHao?

JunGao was soaked.

His lips were parted, his breath shaky, his entire body trembling beneath the sheer weight of it all.

Mr. Chen leaned down, gripping JunHao’s chin and tilting his face up, forcing him to look at him. “You love it,” he murmured, cockiness dripping from his tone. “You love knowing that your body is still superior. That all you can do is serve it. Worship it. Train it to be even stronger.”

JunHao’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, the truth crashing down on him.

“Go on,” Mr. Chen taunted, stepping back and spreading his arms wide, giving JunHao a full, unobstructed view of his godly physique. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

JunGao shuddered, his fingers tightening against his own thighs, his body weak, exhausted… yet so damn aroused.

“You…” he finally whispered. His voice was hoarse, raw with submission. “… You own me.”

[jjay09]

The cupid

February 14

I'm someone who believes in love a lot. Every February 14, I like to going to many place to blessing that I hope I could have some love with someone because throughout all this time I've never been in love, not even someone to talk to. Maybe it's because my appearance doesn't a type and I'm gay, it makes it even harder for someone to like or be interested in me, or.....it's impossible.

This year, I still have hope for love, but if I don't have a boyfriend this year, I will probably give up hope, continue working hard, and accept that I will have to stay single...

Normally, my friend would take me to places that are famous for wishing for love and getting it fulfilled. But this year, it was different because yesterday my friend chatted to me that this year, he might not be able to go with me because his company had urgent work to do. That mean....This year, I will have to go alone....And to make matters worse, I woke up late today......

But I still had enough energy and hope to go to blessing. I quickly got out of bed, took a shower, and wear a pink shirt to fit the Valentine's Day theme even more. Before I go to check my outfit in front of mirror and left the room to go to the place where I had made a wish for love that I had been to in previous years.

I arrived at the first place at almost 12 am, because I left the room late, the area was full of people who had hopes for love, waiting in line to ask for blessings from the Goddess of Love. From my eyesight, there must be about 300 people here, which was so many that I didn't know how long I would have to wait if I lined up now to get to ask for blessings from the Goddess of Love. But this year was the last time I would come to ask for blessings, so it might not be longer than I thought....

Yes, that's just what I thought but I had been waiting in line for almost 3 hours, but the number of people in the line didn't seem to decrease at all. Maybe it was because there were more people than usual this year, and with the limit of 10 people per round, it seemed like the wait would be endless. Some people in the line who didn't know each other started talking to relieve boredom, which was a general topic, which I heard and wanted to join in, but I didn't have the courage until they started changing the topic.

"โอ้คุณ คุณเชื่อเกี่ยวกับตำนานของคิวปิดไหม?" (Oh you, do you believe in the legend of Cupid?) A Chinese-looking man opened a new topic.

"อืมมมม....ฉันรู้จักคิวปิดนะ ที่เขาจะมีธนูไว้ยิ่งจับคู่ให้ผู้คนรักกันใช่ไหม? มันมีอะไรหรอ?" (Ummmm... I know Cupid, the one who has a bow to match people to love each other, right? What's the matter?) The taller man asked with an interested look on his face.

"ใช่ๆ ตำนานนั้นก็เป็นส่วนหนึ่งที่ทุกคนรู้กันแต่ว่าฉันไปอ่านตำนานนึง เขาบอกเอาไว้ว่าในคืนวันวาเลนไทน์ของทุกๆปี เทพแห่งความรักจะส่งคิวปิดลงมาให้พรแก่ผู้ที่กำลังหมดหวังในความรัก" (Yes, that legend is part of what everyone knows, but I read one legend that said that on Valentine's Day night every year, the god of love sends Cupid down to bless those who are hopelessly in love.)

"ให้พรแก่ผู้ที่หมดหวังในความรักหรอ?" (Blessing those who are hopeless in love?)

"ใช่ คือเหมือนกับว่าเทพแห่งความรักไม่ได้ต้องการมีใครรู้สึกหมดหวังในความรัก และต้องการมอบพรเล็กๆน้อยในการทำให้พวกเขายังมีความหวังต่อไป" (Yes, it's like the God of Love doesn't want anyone to feel hopeless in love and wants to give them a little blessing to keep them hopeful.)

"แต่ว่าก็แปลกๆนะ แทนที่เทพแห่งความรักจะให้นั้นโดยตรงเลย แต่กลับส่งคิวปิดลงมาให้พรแทน 55555" (But it's a bit strange. Instead of the god of love giving it directly, he sent Cupid down to give the blessing instead. Hahaha)

"55555 ก็อาจจะดูแปลกนิดนึงแหละเพราะมันก็แค่ตำนานจากนิยายโบราณน่ะ....แต่พอนายพูดเราก็แอบคิดนะว่าทำไมเขาไม่ให้พรนั้นโดยตรงเลย555" (It might seem a bit strange because it's just a legend from an ancient novel... but when you said it, I secretly wondered why he didn't give that blessing directly haha)

"หรือเป็นเพราะคิวเยอะหรือเปล่า เลยให้พรไม่ทัน5555" (Or is it because there was a long queue that I couldn't give the blessing in time? Haha)

"ก็อาจจะเป็นไปได้ดูอย่างแถววันนี้สิ โคตรยาวพระเจ้ารันคิวไม่ทันแล้วเนี้ย55555" (It might be possible, look at the line today. It's so long, God, I can't even run the queue. LOL")

They continued to chat happily. Actually, they seemed like a couple now. But then again, they probably just wanted to chat to relieve their boredom....But when they talk about Cupid....I've heard the legend of Cupid, but the legend that the god of love will send Cupid to bless those who are hopelessly in love? It seems unbelievable, but if it really happened, what would Cupid's blessing be?

The story of Cupid kept running through my head as the number of people in line gradually decreased, and it was finally my turn....I stepped inside, looked at the statue of the god of love, and closed my eyes and made a wish.

"ปีนี้ถือว่าเป็นปีสุดท้ายที่ผมจะมาขอพรแล้ว....ผมมาในครั้งนี้ก็อยากจะมาขอพรเหมือนกับปีก่อนๆ....ก็คือ....ขอให้ผมมีเจอความรักดีๆสักครั้งหนึ่ง....." (This year is the last year that I will come to ask for a blessing...I came this time and wanted to ask for a blessing like in previous years...that is...I wish I could find true love just once...)

I slowly opened my eyes and bowed my head to the statue before slowly walking out of the area. Normally, I would have to go and pray somewhere else, but because I was tired of waiting in line today, I thought I would just go back to my room. So, I quickly called a taxi on my phone and went back to my room.

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"เห้ออออ....เหนื่อยจัง...." (Hrrrrrrr…….So tired) I threw myself on the couch, exhausted from standing in line for almost 3 hours, and then getting stuck in traffic while taking a taxi. That got me home at almost 6 pm.

I lay on the couch and played on my phone for a while before walking to the fridge and taking out my usual frozen food and heating it up in the microwave. While I was waiting, I went to the bathroom to take a shower......So this is my usual boring daily routine, after which I will eat dinner, watch some TV or do some office work, and then go to bed around midnight before waking up to continue my boring work every day.

And yes, now I'm done with everything and I'm going to do my last activity of the day, which is going to bed. Because I was tired all day, it was very easy for me to fall asleep as soon as I fell asleep within a few seconds.

☁️In my dream☁️

"เฮ้ เฮ้ ตื่นได้แล้ว มนุษย์ขี้เซา" (Hey hey, wake up sleepyhead.) The voice of someone I didn't recognize made me slowly open my eyes to see who it was.

"อืมมมมม....ใครมากวนเวลานอนตอนนี้เนี้ย?" (Ummmm....who's disturbing my sleep at this time?) I tried to squint to adjust my eyes from the bright light in front of me that was making my vision a bit blurry.

"ข้าเอง....เจ้ามีปัญหาหรอ?" (It's me... Do you have a problem?) My eyes gradually adjusted until I could see the scene in front of me more clearly.

"ค.....คุณเป็นใคร?! มาอยู่ในห้องของฉันได้ยังไง?!" (W.....Who are you?! How did you get in my room?!) I was shocked and a little scared because the person in front of me was someone I didn't recognize. There was no way I had seen him before. Although he looked handsome and had a good body, his clothes didn't look normal like other people's.

"ชู่วววว....ใจเย็นๆ ฉันรู้ว่านายตกใจ แต่ต้องฟังฉันก่อน" (Shhh... calm down. I know you're shocked but listen to me first.)

"โอเค....โอเค....หายใจเข้าลึกๆ....พิ้ววววว~~" (Okay....Okay....Deep breathing....Phewwwww~~) I tried to calm down and take a deep breath

"ดีๆ งั้นตอนนี้เจ้าฟังข้า....ข้าคือกามเทพหรือพวกเจ้าเรียกข้าว่าคิวปิดนั้นแหละ" (Okay, now listen to me.....I am Cupid.)

"ห้ะ?! คิวปิดหรอ?!" (Huh?! Cupid?!) This can't happen. It's just a dream... Cupid is just a legend that has been passed down through the generations. There's no way he's really Cupid. I need to wake up now.

"หยุดตบหน้าตัวเองก่อน เจ้าไม่ได้กำลังฝันและข้าคือคิวปิดจริงๆ" (Stop slapping yourself. You're not dreaming and I'm really Cupid.) The one who calls himself Cupid holds my hand.

"ค....คุณเป็นคิวปิดจริงๆหรอ....แล้วทำไมคุณถึงมาหาผมล่ะ?" (A...are you really Cupid? Then why did you come to me?)

"เจ้าก็น่าจะรู้ตัวดีไม่ใช่หรอว่าเจ้ากำลังจะหมดหวังในเรื่องความรักใช่ไหม?" (You should know that you are hopeless in love, right?) It's exactly what they say, Cupid comes to those who are hopelessly in love....and yes, I am

"ใช่แล้วครับ...." (Yes, that's right…)

"นั้นจึงเป็นเหตุผลที่ข้ามาหาเจ้าและมอบพรเล็กๆน้อยๆที่จะสามารถช่วยเจ้าได้ในอนาคต" (That's why I came to you and gave you a small blessing that will help you in the future.)

"พร?" (Blessing?) That's something I've always wondered about after hearing those stories. It always makes me wonder what blessing Cupid will give to humans.

"ใช่แล้ว แต่ก่อนที่ข้าจะให้พรกับเจ้าข้าอยากมอบหมายให้เจ้าทำอะไรสักอย่างเป็นข้อแลกเปลี่ยนสักหน่อย" (Yes, but before I give you my blessing, I would like to ask you to do something in exchange.)

"มันคืออะไร" (What is that?) I had no idea it would require a trade-off, but it seemed worth it if it wasn't too difficult.

"ตอนนี้งานกามเทพบของฉันมันค่อนข้างเยอะมาก ทำให้ฉันไม่มีเวลาทำงานจับคู่ของฉันเลย....ฉันเลยจะมอบพลังลูกศรแห่งความรักให้กับนาย" (My Cupid work is quite heavy right now, so I don't have time to do my matching work....so I'm going to give you the power of the arrow of love.)

"ลูกศรแห่งความรักหรอ?" (Arrow of love?) I've heard it said that Cupid shoots an arrow at two compatible humans, and they are going to fall in love.

"ใช่ เจ้าแค่ต้องหาคนสองคนที่เหมาะสมกันและทำให้เข้าสองคนรักกัน โดยการที่เจ้าเพียงแค่ชี้นิ้วและยิงไปที่พวกเขา" (Yes, you just must find two people who are right for each other and make them fall in love by just pointing your finger and shooting at them.)

"โอ้ นั้นดูเป็นงานที่สำคัญมากเลยนะ....ฉันจะทำมันได้หรอ" (Oh, that seems like a very important job… Can I do it?) I was a little worried if I accepted the deal because it seemed like quite a difficult task.

"ไม่ต้องห่วง ข้าจะช่วยดูอีกที....เพียงแค่เข้าตอบตกลง ถ้าคุณต้องการ" (Don't worry, I'll look again...just say yes if you want it) I thought about it repeatedly, but....It doesn't come around very often, so I think......

"ฉันตกลง" (I'm agree)

"ดีมาก ตอนนี้รับพรนี้ไป!" (Very good, now take this blessing!)

Suddenly Cupid threw himself at me....and I

"ไม่!!....แค่ฝันหรอกหรอ?...." (No!!....Just a dream? .....) I took a deep breath before looking around at the still dark place. I guess I was thinking too much about Cupid.

"55555 คิดมากเกินไปแล้ว....อ่าาาาา....ทำไมจู่ถึงร้อนขนาดนี้...." (Hahaha I think too much... Aaaaahh... Why is it suddenly so hot.) Suddenly, my body became hotter and hotter, until sweat began to cover my body more and more. I slowly took off my shirt with an indescribable discomfort, it was as if the pajamas I was wearing were getting tighter. "อ่าาาาาา....นี้มันอะไรกัน....อากาศก็ไม่ได้ร้อนสักหน่อยทำไม?.....อ๊าาาาากกกก!!" (Aaaaahhhhhh.... What is this.... The weather isn't even hot, why?....Aghhhhhh!!!!) I screamed in pain. It felt like my body was being crushed. I could clearly hear my muscles and bones cracking, but I had no idea what was happening. The pain got worse every second. It was like… I couldn’t take it anymore… Everything slowly went black.

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February 15

"อืมมมมมมม....ยังไม่อยากตื่นเลย...." (Ummmmmmmm... I don't want to wake up yet...) I slowly woke up to the sound of my alarm clock going off. I twist and stretch every morning, but this morning I felt refreshed, energetic, and much stronger.

"หืมมม....ใครตรงนั้น?" (Hmmmm....Who is there?) I got out of bed and walked to the same mirror where I saw someone. "นี้มัน!!.... ฉันหรอ?!?" (This is!!....Me?!?) I started touching my face, my body and saw that it did everything just like me. Is this Cupid's blessing?

I hurriedly walked into the bathroom before checking my body. And this was the man I saw last night. He gave me this body… But it was really good. "อ่าาาาา....หล่อ.....หุ่นดี.....กล้ามใหญ่....แถมควยใหญ่" (Ahhhhh....Handsome.....Good body.....Muscular.....Plus Big dick) 

I grabbed my big dick and couldn't help but play with it. I started stroking and rubbing it....until it was hard....then I started stroking it and moaning in my now sexy voice. I am stroking it fast but hard until it.... "อ่าาาาาา แม่ง....ซี้ดดดด โคตรดี....อ่าาาาาาาา" (Ahhhhhhhh......Fuck so good.....AHHHHHHH) A lot of my cum leaked out of my tip. It made me feel so good to feel something good in the morning.

"โอ้ นั้นหมายความว่า ฉันก็มีสอนแห่งความรักนั้นหรอ?! วู้วววววว~~" (Oh, does that mean I also have that teaching of love?! Wooowwww~~) I was so happy that I secretly shot for fun, but it didn't have any effect because I didn't shoot at anyone.

"อ่าาาา น่าจะเอาไปลองใช้สักหน่อยดีกว่า...." (Ah, I think I should try it first....) I left the bathroom before reaching for the swimming trunks that I had never worn before because I didn't have the courage to go swimming in the condo's communal pool. Now I finally got to put them on, and they fit my body perfectly.

I walked into the pool area and tried to strike a sexy pose to attractive some guys. Then I saw a guy with a pink aura and another guy swimming with a pink aura. That's when I knew what I had to do. I pointed my finger at the two men before trying to shoot and soon…

"เห้ย ได้ผลว่า!" (Hey, it's work!) I looked at the two men who looked at each other and smiled at each other. It was a fall in love.

"อะไรได้ผลหรอครับ?" (What works?) Suddenly, a guy came up to me and said hello. He looked good, handsome, and had a mustache, making him look hotter. "สนใจไปนั่งด้วยกันไหมครับ?" (Would you like to sit together?)

"โอ้....แน่นอนครับ" (Oh....for sure) I smiled friendly and went over to talk to him and found that we got along quite well, and I liked him a little bit.

1 week later

He and I continued talking and everything seemed to be going well, until he asked me to be his boyfriend.

Cupid's blessing really works.

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happy valentine's day Sorry I disappeared and didn't update my blog. But now I'm back but I'm not sure if I'll be able to update more haha

[jjay09]

I'm somewhere in the Philippines and getting bored, so I head to a clinic to see if I can find a good body to take over. The first area is full of women and kids, not really my scene... So, I float to another area and spot him: a hot, athletic guy with a great face and sporty hair, sleeping with his mouth open.

Mmmm, perfect! I drift closer to check him out. Damn, he is really hot…and his sleeping expression is turning me on. I sniff his neck holy shit, he smells amazing… like a blend of sporty cologne and manly sweat. I touch his face and run my fingers through his hair. Hehehe, he isn’t aware of me at all. Then I touch and squeeze his chest, and he lets out a soft moan, "Nnhh..." as if he's dreaming. Aww, he looks so cute. I can't resist any longer, so I lunge into his open mouth and force my way into his body. He immediately jerks and makes a choking sound, "Hck!" as I slip into his body. His throat bulges, and I can feel him waking up, getting all confused and overwhelmed as I rapidly take control of him. With a final push, I am fully in the driver’s seat…

"Haaaah..." I let out a deep, satisfied sigh. I look at my new hands and touch my face, then feel my chest and abs. His pecs twitch as I grope them. This is purrrfect! And nobody around me seems to notice anything weird, the guy next to me is still sleeping too. I cup and rub his crotch, warm and thick. I peek into his shorts and wow, this man is packing! His cock is even leaking a bit…I can't wait to have some fun with my new cock! 😋 Then, I raise my arm and sniff my sweaty armpit, "Ohooo..." Sour and musky... he is perfect for me and he is all mine to control. Guess I'll stay as him for my vacation in the Philippines until I find a new man I like.

[jjay09]

Mystic Shop: Leather Serum

Dale is a fat young man with a fairly good education and financial status.

But unfortunately, he was not so lucky in love. He likes men, but sadly, Sky, the man he loves, even though he likes men, doesn't like Dale.

Sky is a nice guy. He is Dale's good friend. But he doesn't like Dale because Sky likes guys who are good looking and have a good body, which is very different from Dale. But the most important thing is that Sky has a girlfriend, but he never told Dale.

Today, Dale chooses to confess his love to Sky, but sadly, Sky rejects him.

Dale: Why, why don't you accept my love?

Sky: Sorry, my friend only thinks of you as a friend and besides, I have a boyfriend.

They talked in a restaurant, Lael's face showed disappointment before turning into resentment.

Dale: Yes, you like men who are handsome and have a good body, which is not me.

Dale leaves, leaving Sky behind. Despite the shouts, Dale ignores them and walks away with a burning anger in his chest.

Two weeks later….

Dale spends this time watching Sky live a normal life through social media. Eventually, he meets Sky's boyfriend through social media as well, which is him. His name is Moon.

Moon is a handsome man with a great body and is also very famous on social media. He has 900,000 followers. It is no wonder that he is the boyfriend of the lovely Sky.

Dale spent a long time thinking about his plan for revenge on Sky. He intended to get revenge on Sky, but he didn't like the violent methods that might land him in jail.

He walked out and thought of various plans to use for revenge until he came near an abandoned building.

He saw a strange red light coming from inside the building, he wondered what it was so he went into the abandoned building to look. After walking for a while, Dale found a mysterious shop in the abandoned building. He looked at the shop sign that was the source of the red light. "Mystic Shop, this shop will help you change." Dale read the name of the shop along with the description below before walking into the shop and met a young man wearing a black robe covering his face. "Hello, customer of destiny.

Dale asked curiously, “The storefront said that this store will help change. Tell me what does that mean?”

The robed man smiled and placed the catalog in front of Dale. “You can understand everything by reading the catalog.” Dale took the catalog and read it, finding it quite interesting.

The catalog clearly categorizes the products, but what is strange is that the categories and items include the following: possession, transformation, body swapping, special pets, and body suits.

All the products have instructions for use. Dale was most interested in the bodysuit section. He asked the clerk, “How can I trust what’s written on it?” Dale asked, suspicious and wary.

Man in robe: I can show you an example.

The robed man picked up a pill box. He swallowed one pill. Suddenly, his face distorted. The shape of his face, the position of his eyes, the shape of his face, all changed into another man. He spoke in a new voice, “How is it, customer?”

Dale was stunned by the sight before him. He was sure that everything on the list was real. Dale chose an item from the list in the bodysuit category.

The customer selected product number 428, body suit serum. The male employee walked to the back of the store and brought a long needle with clear liquid inside.

Inside, a male employee began to explain the product, a bodysuit serum. When she injects it into the body, the body will gradually become thinner, the internal organs will dissolve and merge with the body. The person being injected will gradually lose strength and lose consciousness. Then, the back of the person being injected will gradually open up, when the person being injected becomes a bodysuit ready to be worn.

Dale took the serum in his hand and asked if I could use it on anyone. The clerk quickly replied, “Of course.” Then Lall took out his wallet. I had to pay. Although the serum was quite expensive, he thought it was worth it. After paying, the clerk spoke up, “Customer, the serum you just bought is a temporary body suit type. Its effects will only last for 30 days, so please be careful.” Dale replied, “How can I make it permanent?” The clerk put on a superior face before answering, “It will be completed in a day. You can wait and come back tomorrow to get it for a little more money.

Dale's face darkened with resentment that could not be waited for, he quickly turned around and walked away. At first, he was going to use the serum on Sky to get revenge.

But he accidentally found Moon walking to the gym, he looked at Moon before smiling evilly, he followed Moon to the gym, luck seemed to be on his side, the gym owner was fixing the CCTV and all the staff were busy so no one paid any attention to Dale.

He watched Moon walk towards the changing room. As Moon took off her shirt, Dale locked the changing room door and attacked Moon. The serum was injected into Moon's back.

When Moon felt the attack before he could do anything, his body lost all its strength, his body slowly became thin like a deflated balloon, Moon's body collapsed to the ground, the direct view made Dale feel indescribably good, not long after, Moon's back slowly opened up, revealing a gap for another person to wear Moon's body.

Dale didn't hesitate, he quickly took off all of his clothes. Once he was completely naked, Dale pulled the moon bodysuit up and put it on both legs.

The feeling of Dale's legs going into the bodysuit made Dale feel indescribably good. He was so happy that he couldn't describe it. His penis was slowly hardening. Without delay, Dale slowly pushed his penis into the bodysuit. It felt like someone was using their mouth to masturbate Dale and it was like he was fucking someone.

Dale put both hands into the arms of the bodysuit and used his big hand to guide his part into Moon's head. When Dale's head was inside the bodysuit, the hole in the back slowly closed. When it was closed, the bodysuit fused with Dale's body. Moon's muscles slowly flexed. When the bodysuit was completely put on, Moon's face slowly opened. He was not the same Moon anymore, but a new Moon.

Without delay, Dale surveyed his new body. “Look at this bodysuit. It’s so nice. I’m sure no one would envy a body like this.”

Dale used his phone to text Sky. Dale: I'm sorry for being mean to you, I get it, I'm not your type. Sky replied to Dale's text shortly after. It's okay my friend, I understand you now. Great, now Sky has forgiven Lall and he is ready to go back to Sky in this new body. "This bodysuit will definitely help me a lot," Dale in the moon bodysuit said before packing up all his things and going back home to Sky.

Upon arriving at Sky's house, he warmly welcomed Moon as his lover, not knowing that this was Dale wearing Moon's bodysuit. Dale pretended to be Moon smoothly. He knew all of Sky's preferences and was able to answer all of Sky's questions before they went to bed. Sky slowly started to get closer to Moon, urging Rome to add more atmosphere.

Moon responded quickly, he pushed Sky onto the bed. He slowly climbed up and pressed Moon's thick body against his back, leaving the target of his pants on Sky's buttocks.

“I’ve always wanted it.” Moon slowly pulled down his pants, revealing his normally large penis that was released into the air. It bounced between his hot belly and Sky’s ass. Moon quickly thrust his penis into Sky’s ass without delay. Moans of pleasure filled the room.

Their moans were like a symphony in the air, Sky's asshole squeezing Moon's cock that was thrusting in greedily with every thrust. With each relentless thrust, he climaxed. Moon's cockhead released a thick, hot stream of semen into Sky's asshole. "Very good, baby, take all of my seed in."

After the hot sex, both of them fell asleep for a while before they both woke up at 7 am. Today, Moon's body woke up at 6 am, walked to the bathroom and locked it.

Moon grabbed the toy and managed to rip it open. The bodysuit was pulled down to reveal Dale's fat body. "I need to take a shower.

Moon grabbed the toy and managed to rip it open. The bodysuit was pulled down to reveal Dale's fat body. "I need to take a shower.

After taking a shower, Ple took Moon's bodysuit and cleaned it before putting it on again. He didn't forget to use his hand to grab his flaccid penis to make it hard before inserting it into Moon's dick. Even though Dale's dick was less than half of Moon's dick, when inserted, the bodysuit combined to make Dale's dick bigger to insert. Dale pulled Moon's head and put it on completely, destroying Lael's fat body, leaving only Moon, a famous person on social media, a handsome young man with an extremely hot body.

After putting on the bodysuit, he noticed Moon's hard cock, so he slowly masturbated. His hand grabbed the hard cock up and down, massaging it lustfully. It didn't take long for him to reach his climax, and his semen splattered all over his body. Moon used his tongue to clean Min. "It tastes so good." Not long after cleaning him again, he came out to get dressed.

Sky, Moon's little husband, woke up to find his handsome husband getting dressed. "Honey, where are you going so early in the morning?" Moon quickly replied, "I'm going to meet my advertising sponsor." Sky didn't suspect much since Moon sometimes has early morning business. Moon said, "If we're done talking, I'll text you, honey." He kissed Sky goodbye before leaving the room.

Dale, wearing Moon's leotard, walks to the Mystic Shop again. This time, he wants a serum that will permanently turn Moon into a leotard.

But Dale is having trouble, he can't access Moon's credit card and account because he doesn't have the code. While waiting for the clerk to bring him the permanent body suit serum, he looks at the catalog and finds a new section that makes him smile. When the clerk arrives with the permanent body suit serum, Moon orders the clerk again, speaking in a triumphant tone, "Take item number 555 (memory reading potion for body suits).

Finished as you know I had some personal problems that made me unable to write. Now everything is getting better and I can write again. Maybe not as often as before but I can definitely write again. Thanks, see you soon. Interesting story (This story is a request from my idol. I tried to put his personality into my work along with his personality. I hope he likes it. Hehe)

[jjay09]

Strong Men Gym

On a quiet night, Clyde is walking home from the gym on a lonely and scary path.

In the meantime, he felt eyes staring at him. He tried to run faster, but felt like he was running in the same place.

Suddenly, a large number of black hands grabbed him. Clyde, who was a strong man, felt weak. He tried to escape but failed.

Many hands grabbed him and ran their fingers over his muscles curiously. Suddenly, a voice whispered in his ear, “This is a good opportunity.”

Suddenly, Clyde woke up from his nightmare. His breathing became a little labored, but people outside could hear him. “Honey, are you okay?” Clyde’s young husband, Theo, who had lived with him for several years, greeted him with concern.

Clyde: It's okay, honey. I was just dreaming.

Theo showed a slightly worried look when he saw Clyde's tense expression. He said with concern, "Darling, are you sure you're okay if you're not feeling well? We can postpone our date."

Clyde smiled and pulled Theo into a hug. Our date today was going to be special. Clyde kissed Theo's neck like he always did. Just seeing your face made me feel so good.

Today Clyde and Theo are very happy, they dated in many beautiful places, it is a beautiful feeling for them like a flower in a beautiful field.

As they were heading home, he saw a new gym opening near their house. Remembering his nightmare last night, he chose to go to the gym here instead of the old one, which was quite far from home.

The next day he went to play at this fitness center. He was impressed when he found the modern, clean exercise equipment and the spacious area in the fitness center. There was a lot of air conditioning but there was no smell of sweat at all because of the special air conditioners.

When he finished playing, he decided to sign up for a fitness membership. It was great that this fitness center had a lot of options for people to exercise. He could play with people without being disturbed. Many of the rules were the same as his old gym.

But there is one rule that Clyde particularly likes: the gym offers free chicken breasts and protein for members, which saves him the trouble of having to go out and buy these items during his workout. Plus, the chicken breasts and protein here are of high quality.

After Clyde started going to the gym here, he really liked it. Whether it was the convenience or anything else, Clyde felt that his muscles looked noticeably better, even though it was strange that he always felt strangely comfortable after he finished going to the gym.

One day, while he was playing fitness as usual, he suddenly felt strangely unwell. He thought that it might be because his workload had increased, making him tired, so he decided to go to the fitness shower room and he didn't forget to take a picture in front of the mirror to post on social media as he likes to do.

When he took off his clothes to reveal his hot body, he slowly got into the shower and started to take a shower. He loved the feeling of the water running over his muscles, and the gym soap and shampoo had a very special smell.

When he finished washing his body, he was about to get out of the shower but he felt that his body was very heavy, causing him to bend down to the floor. When he felt that his body was getting heavier, his legs started to become uncontrollable.

His muscles visibly tensed, his arms became uncontrollable as if they weren't listening to his commands, his eyes rolled to the side, he started to groan, the vision gradually darkened, Clyde's body blacked out.

As time passed, Clyde's body slowly rose up as if nothing had happened, his face showing the utmost satisfaction. "This was worth the wait."

As time passed, Clyde's body slowly rose up as if nothing had happened, his face showing the utmost satisfaction. "This was worth the wait."

Clyde's body walked to the control panel for the staff to enter a special passcode for high-level members.

This is a top secret project of a rich man who has created a special nano cell that can penetrate every touch. This nano cell will enter the body of the person who touches it. It will gradually adjust the body and mind of the person who touches it to be ready for the possession.

However, due to the limitation that nanocells must be present in large quantities in the body, and the lifespan of nanocells is very short, in order for the host's body not to think that nanocells are a threat to the host's body, the host that will be possessed must receive nanocells regularly so that nanocells can still work effectively.When Clyde's body confirmed that he could possess Host's body, he received a message through the circuit board. He received, "Thank you for using our service. We will take care of your old body so that you can live comfortably. Please accept this."

Suddenly, a strange Sim popped up from the screen. Clyde pulled it out with a message that said, “A special Sim, if placed at the nape of its neck, will disintegrate. It will issue a command to the nanocell to access the host’s memories so that you can gain the host’s memories.”

He quickly did as the message said and soon he had all of Clyde's memories. He groaned in his throat as the memories flooded back to him.

Clyde, this body's name is Clyde, you have a cute little husband, I will take care of him. You probably don't know that ever since you came to this fitness center, you have received a large number of nano cells. Every machine you exercise, every chicken breast you eat, every protein you drink, every water you shower in the fitness center, even the soap or shampoo, everything in here has nano cells, even the air from the air conditioner. When he finished speaking, he noticed his erect penis.He began to masturbate by using his beautiful hands to quickly stroke his 13-inch cock up and down.Every time he touched a new cock, he felt like he was about to reach his climax. Soon, warm semen would shoot out from the tip of his cock and splash all over his chest. He used his tongue to lick the white liquid on his body. “It tastes so good. The taste of a real man.”When he cleaned himself up, the new Clyde was getting dressed. Instead of choosing the other clothes the real Clyde had prepared to change into after his workout, he called out to the original shirt that was sweaty and smelled like the real Clyde. He sniffed the sweaty smell of the shirt before putting it on. “This smells so manly.” When he was done putting it on, he walked out as if nothing had happened. Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Clyde turned to take a picture of himself in the mirror. “I didn’t forget to take a selfie, haha.”

When they got home, the new Clyde didn't hesitate to rush in and kiss Theo hastily. I'm sorry, honey. I need it so bad right now. Theo, although slightly shocked that his husband's day seemed rushed, didn't refuse. He pushed his body against Clyde's erect penis in his pants. "Start, honey."

After a hot night of sex, Theo hears Clyde getting ready to go out the next morning. "Honey, where are you going?" Clyde turns around and answers immediately, straightforwardly.

I want to go play some sports with my friends. Will you allow it, my love?… Not right away, Clyde could speak. Theo answered quickly. “Sure, my love, but don’t be too late.” Clyde walked over and kissed his husband goodbye. Thank you for the hug.

When he left the house, the new Clyde didn't forget to take another selfie to share on his social media channels.

I am the same person in a new body. I am so excited to use my new body to play sports instead of my old fat body. Suddenly, a message popped up from his account, “You have received $1,000,000.” Great, the company works very fast. Now I have pocket money for my new one.

Oh but before I go play sports with my friends I have to deal with the hard penis in my pants first and luckily there is a bathroom nearby I will have a lot of fun with my new dick hahaha

Thank you for reading until now. I tried to write longer stories and add more details because I got some advice from my friends. I hope you guys like it. I'll push for the next story.

[jjay09]

From another planet #1

POV : Alan

You decide to choose the right guy because his sweaty body attracts you very much. You stared at his perfect body for a while then you gathered all your remaining strength and jumped towards his ear.

"Ouch!!" He shouted with pain as soon as he felt something move in his ear. He tried to pull the foreign object out but it seemed unsuccessful. "Shit..." 

"What's happening, bro?" You hear someone talking with your vessel

"Something gets into my ear." As he was talking you succeeded, he tried to grab and pull you out, but you were faster than him, so you slipped out of his hand and rushed straight into his brain. "Aghhhhhhhg!!!!"

"Hey, bro!!" His friends were shocked and rushed to check on him. "Are you ok?"

"Gahhhhh!!! My head!!" He pushed his friend away and grabbed his head as he ran out of the bathroom. "Stop!! Aghhhhhh!!" He moved around before falling to the ground and wriggling around the room.

You are still trying to control his body and mind, but because your body is still weak from the injury and you seem to have chosen a relatively strong vessel, it is difficult to take over this vessel....But maybe you can slowly change his mind first, it might make things easier. So you start entering him the data that you want him to know about you....

"My head....ugh!!...about to explode.!!" He got up and tried to walk to the bed because he thought that sleeping might help him. "Aghhhhhhhhh---"

Everything calmed down. He fell onto the bed and closed his eyes, exploring the strange thoughts that were swirling around in his head right now.....

Vessel.....Control this vessel....

Planet....Parasite.....Seed....

This world is mine......

"I need to sleep right now....."

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You don't know how much time has passed since you explored his memory while your vessel was sleeping. So you want to learn about his life more before you take over his life soon....And you already know everything that is important to you now.

His name is Alan. He works as a personal trainer at a Superhuman gym, but recently he has taken a break for vacation at the beach with two of his friends for about 3 days. You thinking about giving your seed to his two friends to turn them into human parasites So you try to control his body.

"Ugh!!..." As soon as you try to control his body, it makes his body jerk. So you stop before his body gets damaged. This is because his body is still resisting the parasite and your body is not strong enough to use power to control him completely, so your plan to give your seed to his friend is ruined because it will probably take several more days for Alan's body to adjust to the parasite.

So you slowly let him adjust by persuading him to do and think the way you want him to.

Wake up and go to the balcony

He opened his eyes but looked confused about what was happening. "Emmm...what going on?" So he walked to the bathroom and scooped up some water to wash his face.

It seems like he still can't do everything you want, but that's okay because he's yours. For now, you should let him spend his vacation with his friends until his body is ready to spread your seed.

Knock knock

"Who?" Alan walked out of the bathroom to the front door and opened the door

"It's me bro" Alan's friend rushed into the room and hugged him. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah I'm ok...so what going on?" Alan led his friends to sit at the end of the bed. "Could you please tell me about it?

"Yeah sure.....emmmm.." They put together their words for a while and then they talked about what had happened. "After you pushed us, we heard you screaming and ran over to check. We saw you lying unconscious on the bed, your body covered by sweat. And then..."

"Then?" Alan looked very curious about the answer.

"You slept for about 1 day....But it's good to see you looking better." They both smiled and patted Alan's shoulder in consolation.

"1 day!! Omg!!" After he heard this, he was so shocked that he fell asleep for a whole day. "What about our trip?"

"Yeah, we're coming to invite you to go out with us.' They both smile at Alan again

"Haha, sure!!"

After that, they went out to have a pool party for the last day before everyone ended their vacation.

During that time, you learned how to live and speak from Alan until you can use and control his body...

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After vacation, Alan returned to work at the gym, while you still couldn't control his body and only watched Alan continue to live his life. In the meantime, you still have a little bit of control over his mind but today had something different.

"Emmmmmmm....I feel so sleepy...?? Huh?!" You look at your body and try to move your arms and legs. "Fuck!!...Finally got this body now!!"

You rush to the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror to check your body again. "Woah!! This body is perfect...Today my seed is ready to give to humans now. Haha" You continue to explore his body more and more. You flex his muscles and find something that will make giving your seed easier....Then you go to Superhuman gym to see his customer who is ready to let you train him in exercise.

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You arrived a little earlier than the scheduled time because you were excited that today you would train in a more special exercise than ever before, which guaranteed that he would be stronger.

"Hey Alan!, You came faster than I thought." Your customer walks to you and greets you in a friendly. "So have you been waiting long?"

"Haha, I'm just arrived." You choose to lie to him so that he won't doubt you. "So today I have special courses for you"

"Special courses?"

"Yeah, these courses will make your body strong and you will love it."

"Okay I will try with your courses"

At first, you train him to do the exercises as usual as Alan always taught him before you start teaching him more difficult exercises that make him tired and complain. "Alan...I can't do it, it's too difficult." He was shortness of breath as he spoke.

"Oh ok, Let's take a break" You smiled at him before pulling him into the bathroom and locking the door.

"Hey!! What are you doing!?" He shouted in displeasure when you suddenly brought him into the bathroom.

"Clam down Bro hehe" You ignored his shouts, and you took off your shirt before using your power to make your body more sweat "Ahhhh you see this?"

"What!?!" He was shocked by what you did, but it seemed like he had fallen into your trap because he was staring at your body. "Emmmmm Alan you look so sexy....No no!"

"Haha don't resist it" You walk closer to him. "I know you want to taste my body now"

"Oh... I want it" He leaned down and licked your chest. "Emmmm so good I want more..."

"Yeah, You will get it again... if you become a part of my parasite world." You said as you held his face close to your face.

"Yessss I will join you..." He knows what to do. He kisses your lips and waits for your seed. You don’t hesitate to release your seed into his mouth and he swallows it immediately. "Emmmm...emmmmm yessss so good...ugh!!"

You look at him as he walks around and screams in pain. "Bro, It's your first time to getting it, you have to be patient the pain and the perfect result is waiting for you."

"Aghhhhhh!! It so hurt!!" His body became hotter and he was sweating profusely. The muscles in his arms and legs expanded so much that his shirt started to crack. So it made him so uncomfortable that he cracked his shirt off, making you see that his muscles were moving and expanding. Then he fell to the ground and fainted.

"Hey Bro are you ok?" You try to wake him up, and he wakes up soon.

"Yesssssss that's so amazing" He flexed his arm and kissed his biceps " Haha thanks for giving this course to me. I love it so much haha"

"Haha no problem. Welcome to the parasite world." You reach out to hold his hand.

"You welcome hehe" You two look at each other and know exactly what to do next.

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This story is based on the fact that many people voted for the right guy the most hehe

I'm sorry if some English words or sentences seem strange. It's because I'm not very good at English. So I hope you enjoy with my first story

[jjay09]

It wouldn't hurt to switch roles sometimes.

Denis is a skinny nerd who looks very weak during his school break. Instead of having a relaxing break, he has to work at a seaside resort to earn money to survive because he is alone with no parents

One day while he was working hard, he met the son of the owner of this resort. He was a hot guy with a hot body that made my heart flutter. He was often at the beach showing off his beautiful muscles. He came to stay here during the school break. He seemed to be the same age as me, which made me feel a little jealous because our fates were so different

Later, I often noticed him disappearing into a small stone alley to take a nap during the day. When he was sleeping, I would often sneak up on him to watch him. I admired his handsome face while he was sleeping, which made my heart beat faster. When I returned, I would sometimes be reprimanded by my boss for disappearing for a while One day while I was cleaning my room in the morning, I found a strange coin. It had small letters that said “Switch”. I was a little surprised when I looked at it, but I didn’t really care. After I finished cleaning, I walked out of the room and looked at the beach. I saw a young man who had made my heart flutter not long ago. Even though I had been watching him for a while, I still didn’t know his name. I tried to ask my boss, but he gave me a stupid reason that a temporary employee like me didn’t need to know the name of the resort owner’s son. Even though I was hurt, I couldn’t do anything. At work, I didn’t even have any friends to talk to.

Not long after, my boss ordered me to bring him sunglasses. "Why didn't he go get them himself?" I thought to myself as I brought him sunglasses. When I arrived at the beach, I didn't see him. I knew immediately that he must be in that small stone alley. When I arrived at the stone alley, I was shocked to see him lying naked. Normally, he would wear pajamas, but now he took off his pajamas to reveal his big, long penis. Its thickness made my heart beat very fast. I stared at it, looking at every part of his body as he slept. But suddenly, I felt a vibration from a coin in his pocket. When I opened it, I found a strange coin that shook and glowed. I took it out and saw the small letters that said "Switch". It was shining very brightly. I don't know what made me say "Switch". Suddenly, my body slowly changed.

I screamed as my muscles changed. It was no wonder that no one could hear me, because the alley was quite far from the resort. But the strange thing was that no matter how loud I screamed, the body of the resort owner's son did not respond as if he could not hear me. My body gradually changed for the better. The muscles that were once thin gradually thickened until they were equal to his. My height quickly increased until they were equal to his. My face gradually changed as well. My eyes, nose, and mouth gradually changed to be his. The pain gradually decreased as almost everything gradually became his. Or was it only my penis that remained unchanged? But before I felt comfortable, my penis gradually expanded. Its size and length gradually increased. As its size and length increased, I felt as good as if someone was using his mouth to worship me.

When it was equal to his size, I reached my climax, my body trembled as I was released, I breathed heavily, looking at my changed body, running my hands over every part with satisfaction, this face, the curves of my muscles, and this genitals, it was so wonderful. I looked at the still body of the resort owner's son, his body slowly changed and shrunk into my old body. Seeing this, I smiled wickedly, took off my old clothes, stole the swimming trunks that were lying next to him to put on. "It feels so good to have a new chicken." While putting it on, I looked at the strange coin that had fallen as I slowly changed. I picked it up. When my finger touched the coin, memories of the resort owner's son flooded my mind. Addresses, passwords, family preferences, everything came to mind. "I finally know your name, Six. I am now Six Mason, the son of the hot resort owner. Denis walked out of the alley in his new identity. After walking for a while, he looked at his old body walking back to work and was reprimanded for being gone for so long. "Poor Denis, my old self." Denis, who was now Six, wore sunglasses and walked back and forth on the beach to show off his hot body like the old Six used to do. "Well, I have to think about what to do next in this new body when I get back to the resort. “I think I’d rather have fun with my new chicken, haha,” he said as he reached into his pants pocket to grab his penis that was slowly becoming hard inside his pants.

This is a story requested by a lovely follower. I hope you, the readers and those who requested it, will enjoy it. Haha, if there are any errors, please help me fix them. I hope to continue writing stories like this. See you in the next one. Bye bye.

[jjay09]

Embrace of the Vampiric Night

Once a year, as whispers of Halloween danced on the wind, I—Hercules, an alpha male, sculpted like a Greek god in my shiny gold Adidas tracksuit—found myself drawn to the outskirts of town. The fabled Blackthorne Mansion loomed before me, its once regal structure now cloaked in shadows and the echo of forgotten tales. Rumors spoke of treasures hidden within, but my heart raced not for gold—but for the allure of the forbidden.

As I stepped onto the creaking floorboards, a feeling of electric anticipation tingled through my veins. My muscles flexed beneath the metallic sheen of my attire, every ounce of strength primed for exploration. Darkened corridors enveloped me, the air thick with history and whispered secrets.

Then, in an alcove draped in cobwebs, I spotted it—a shimmering gold cape, lined with velvet, glinting seductively in the sparse light. Enticed, I approached, fingers trembling as I draped it over my shoulders. Instantly, warmth surged through my body, the sensation both thrilling and alarming. It was as if I had awakened something dormant within me.

As the fabric enveloped me, I felt my senses heighten—colors became more vivid, sounds sharper. Then, as if pulled by an unseen force, I caught my reflection in an antique mirror. Staring back at me was a creature of divine allure: the fierce gleam of my eyes, sharpened canines, and the promise of real power.

A rush of exhilaration overcame me. I had transformed, not all at once, but rather in ways I had never dared to dream. The mask of humanity was cast aside, replaced by a primal essence that craved the unthinkable.

Driven by the thirst of the night, I stepped into the darkness, ready for whatever—whoever—awaited me. I had become more than just a man; I was a vampire, cloaked in gold, ready to explore the pleasures of this breathless new world.

[jjay09]

Cloak of Night, Heart in Fight

Liam stood his ground, his scrawny frame tense with reluctance. "I'm not going to some party with a bunch of obnoxious frat guys. And I don't have a costume anyway." He knew his argument was weak, but he had hoped it would be enough to deter Karen. Karen, her green eyes sparkling with excitement, shot back, "My sister Sandy has a whole collection of costumes, enough to outfit an army of partygoers. And her parties are legendary! Come on, it'll be fun." Her voice carried a hint of pleading, and Liam could sense her desire to break free from their usual routine. With a heavy sigh, he relented, knowing he couldn't resist her enthusiasm forever. "Fine, but I'm not dressing up as some ridiculous superhero or muscle-bound warrior."

Liam stood before Sandy's extensive costume collection, feeling a sense of dread as he donned a hobbit costume.

It was a simple outfit, complete with a brown robe and oversized hairy feet, but it did little to hide his lanky frame and nervous demeanor. "I don't know, Sandy. I've never been big on dressing up," he mumbled, adjusting the fake hairy feet. "Maybe I should just skip the party." Sandy, a bubbly contrast to Liam's anxiety, rolled her eyes. "That's the point, Liam! You haven't even tried. Hobbit is just you, all cute and shy. Now, imagine something completely different. What's the opposite of Liam?" "Well, I'm not exactly the life of the party," Liam admitted, his voice trailing off. "I'm not... handsome or charming, and I definitely can't seduce anyone." Sandy burst into laughter, silencing him with a wave of her hand. "Alright, I get it! You need something dramatic. How about a vampire?" She reached into the rack and pulled out a sleek black cloak with a dramatic purple lining. Liam took the cloak, his fingers brushing the soft fabric. As he slipped it over his jeans and t-shirt, a tingling sensation coursed through his body. He glanced in the mirror, his eyes widening at the reflection. The nerdy, bespectacled Liam was gone, replaced by a tall, handsome young man with intense eyes and a jawline that could cut glass. His body had transformed, revealing lean muscles and a confident stance.

"What... what's happening?" Liam's voice cracked, his hand reaching up to touch his new face. Sandy's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Some of my costumes have a little magic, Liam. You'll be this dashing vampire until midnight. But beware—if the costume gets wet, the spell won't wear off." "Wet? But—" Liam's concern grew. "What if someone spills a drink on me? Will I be stuck like this?" "Relax," Sandy reassured him. “You’d have to be completely soaked for at least five minutes. Just avoid the pool, and you’ll be fine!” She winked. “Yeah, right,” he muttered, still processing the transformation. But as the party started, he felt a rush of excitement.

The music thumped through the walls of Sandy's house, a pulsing beat that drew a crowd of students, laughter spilling out into the cool Halloween night. Liam stood in the corner, his vampire cloak swirling around him, still adjusting to the feeling of being…different. “Hey, Liam!” Karen called out, her green eyes sparkling with excitement as she pushed through the throng of partygoers.

She stepped up to him, “You really got out of your shell!” Liam shrugged, a grin creeping onto his face. “Yeah, I guess it’s alright,” he replied, his voice almost drowned out by the music. He glanced around, feeling the new confidence surging through him. “But I’m not sure this is me, you know?” “Why not? You look amazing!” Karen took his hands, squeezing them, her excitement palpable. Liam turned to her, a playful smirk on his face. “Thanks! I guess this whole vampire thing suits me,” he said, his voice smooth and confident, the words flowing effortlessly. He hadn’t realized how easy it was to talk to people now. “I mean, who wouldn’t want to be a heartthrob like this?” He flashed a charming smile, one he’d never dared use before. Karen’s smile faltered for a moment. “Just don’t forget who you really are,” she said, concern lacing her tone. “You’ve changed, and I don’t want you to lose yourself in all this.” “Changed? Come on, Karen,” Liam laughed, a sound that drew attention. “This is who I was meant to be! I feel…alive!” He gave her a wink, reveling in the way her cheeks flushed. But Karen frowned, her brows knitting together. “Liam, you’re not being yourself. You’re acting different.” “Different? Maybe I like it,” he said, his tone sharper than intended. “What’s wrong with wanting to enjoy life?” “Enjoying life shouldn’t mean forgetting who you are,” she pressed, her voice rising slightly. “You’re scaring me. I don’t even recognize you anymore.” “Maybe you just don’t like who I’ve become,” he shot back, irritation bubbling beneath his charming exterior. He could feel the pulse of the music in his veins, urging him to let loose. “Liam…” she started, but he waved her off, turning back to the crowd.

He felt a rush of adrenaline as he began chatting with a group of girls nearby, their laughter ringing out like music. Karen stood frozen, watching him with a mix of pride and worry. As Liam chatted animatedly, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was losing him. The life of the party, he was charming everyone effortlessly, and she felt like a ghost in her own boyfriend’s life.

She hadn’t meant to start a fight; she just wanted to keep him grounded. After a moment, she took a deep breath and decided to find him. “Liam!” she called, weaving through the throngs of partygoers. “Liam, where are you?” Navigating through the sea of costumed guests, she finally located him in the bathroom, an unusual place to find someone at a party. Liam stood in the bathtub, the shower cascading water around him, his black vampire cloak clinging to his, now chiseled and handsome, body.

“How long have you been wet?” she exclaimed, her voice rising in panic. “Hurry up to dry yourself up, otherwise you’ll stay like that for good!” Liam chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye. “It’s too late already. I’ll stay this way, whether you like it or not!” Karen's heart sank. "But...but you're still Liam. Underneath all this, you're the same person. I...I love you, and it doesn't matter what you look like." Liam stepped out of the shower, the water instantly ceasing as if by magic. He stood tall, his body dry and handsome.

"I am, and I'm not. I've always been more than just a bookish guy, Karen. This costume just helped me unlock my true self." Karen's eyes filled with tears. "I know, and I wanted you to be more confident. But I didn't mean for you to become someone else. Please, don't let this change who you are inside." Liam's expression softened, and he pulled Karen into an embrace. "I won't. I love you, Karen, and I always will. This is just an upgrade, a chance to live life to the fullest." He kissed her gently, his lips warm against hers. Karen's worries momentarily faded as she kissed him back, her heart fluttering.

Just then, a group of frat guys stormed the dance floor, each wearing a black cloak similar to Liam's.

Karen's face twisted in disgust. "Ugh, look at these guys. Why does Sandy even invite them?" Liam snorted, his newfound charm on full display. "Yeah, they're a bunch of peacocks. Who do they think they are, strutting around like they own the place?"

One of the frat guys, his voice booming, announced, ""Hey, man! Loving the cloak. Check out our new recruit, Liam! He's one of us now!"

Liam, taken aback, tried to protest, but his words faltered. "I... I mean, I..." The frat guy slapped him on the back, nearly knocking him off balance. "No need to be shy, bro! We're here to have a good time. And with your new look, the ladies will be all over you!" Liam hesitated, his eyes darting between Karen and the frat brother. "I... uh... I'm not sure about that, bro." The frat guy slapped him on the back. "Come on, man! Let's find you some hot chicks. You can't stay with that nerdy owl forever!" Liam's resistance crumbled as he found himself drawn to their infectious energy. "I... I guess I could use a change." Karen's eyes widened in disbelief. "Liam, no! You can't be serious!" But it was too late. Liam, caught up in the moment, laughed along with the frat guys. "Maybe I'll find a hot nurse. You know, the dumb ones are good for a bit of fun!" Karen's heart sank as she watched her boyfriend disappear into the crowd, surrounded by the very people she despised.

She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see her sister Sandy, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Looks like your boyfriend's found a new crowd," Sandy said, her tone laced with amusement. Karen's voice quivered with emotion. "Sandy, this is all your doing! He's become one of them, a brainless frat boy, and he dumped me!" Sandy's laughter echoed through the room, drawing attention. "Oh, Karen, he's still the same intelligent Liam, just with a new, improved look. Can't blame him for wanting to explore his options now that he's a heartthrob." Karen's face flushed with anger. " Improved? He's insufferable! I want my Liam back! The one who cared about me and wasn't a superficial jerk!" Sandy's expression turned serious. "Well, I couldn't stand the old Liam, always moping around. But this new version? He's a catch! Too bad he's out of your league now." Sandy winked, her tone playful yet cruel. "Maybe I'll try my luck with him." Karen's eyes narrowed. "He's not out of my league. I'll get him back, you'll see." Determined, she marched over to the costume rack, her mind racing. She needed to find a way to remind Liam of who he truly was, and perhaps, just perhaps, he would come back to her. Her fingers grazed over the costumes, and she pulled out a nurse's uniform, complete with a short skirt and low-cut top. It was a far cry from her usual attire, but desperate times called for desperate measures. As she slipped into the costume, a strange sensation washed over her. The transformation was more than physical; she felt her mind cloud, her thoughts becoming simpler, more basic. Karen's eyes widened in the mirror, her once sharp gaze now soft and vacant. She had become the epitome of a dumb blonde, a nurse who cared more about her looks than her patients.

"Hey there, gorgeous." A frat guy, his face painted like a skeleton, appeared beside her. "Looking for someone?" Karen blinked, her new personality taking over. "Yeah, I'm looking for Liam. He's, like, my boyfriend, you know?" The frat guy winked, his grin mischievous. "Oh, I know Liam. I'll take you to him. He's gonna love this." Karen followed, her hips swaying in a way she never thought possible. The frat guy led her upstairs, away from the party, and into a dimly lit bedroom. "He's in here, waiting for you," he said, his voice low and suggestive. But as Karen stepped into the room, she realized something was amiss. There was no Liam, just the frat guy, his painted grin now sinister. "You won't be needing Liam tonight," he purred, closing the door behind her.

Karen's protests were weak, her newfound stupidity making it hard to resist. The night blurred, and she gave in to the frat guy's advances, her inhibitions gone.

The morning sun streamed through the window, and Karen woke with a start. She was back in her own clothes, her nurse's costume discarded. Her head throbbed, and her memories of the previous night were hazy. She had a vague recollection of the frat boy's face, his hands on her body, and the sound of his laughter. "Oh no," she whispered, her hand resting on her flat stomach. She remembered the feeling of his body against hers and the realization hit her—she was pregnant. But with which frat boy? She couldn't even remember his name. She had to find Liam, tell him everything, and hope he'd stand by her. On campus, Karen spotted Liam surrounded by his new fraternity brothers. Their laughter rang out, a stark contrast to Liam's former self. She approached with trepidation, her heart pounding. "Liam, I need to talk to you." The group fell silent as Liam turned, his once gentle eyes now cold. "What do you want, Karen?" His voice was laced with annoyance. "I... I'm pregnant." The words tumbled out, and Karen's eyes filled with tears. "It happened last night. I don't know who the father is, but I wanted you to know. I love you, and I want us to stand this together." Liam's face twisted in disgust. "What? Fuck off, slut. Don't try to pin some frat boy's bastard on me. Get out of my sight!"

His new friends roared with laughter, and Karen felt her heart shatter. She stood there, stunned, as the realization hit her. This wasn't just about the costume; it was about who Liam truly was. The old Liam, the one she thought she knew, would never have reacted this way. But perhaps he had always been hiding behind his nerdy exterior, and the costume had simply unveiled his true self. As Karen walked away, she knew her life had changed forever. The baby growing inside her was a constant reminder of that fateful Halloween night. She couldn't help but wonder if she had ever truly known Liam at all.

[jjay09]

Der Dämonenknabe

Der Abend am Esstisch war für Conrad eine Qual. Er musste sich zwingen, nicht mit den Augen zu rollen, als Markus, Steffis Freund, von seinem neuesten "Abenteuer" schwärmte. Steffi, die zwischen ihnen saß, seufzte innerlich. Sie wünschte so sehr, dass ihre beiden Lieblingsmenschen sich besser verstehen würden.

Markus, mit seinen markanten Gesichtszügen, den braunen Locken im stylishen Undercut und dem selbstbewussten Lächeln, erzählte begeistert von seiner nächsten Erkundung.

"Ich habe einen neuen Lost Place entdeckt, ein verlassenes Dorf im Wald. Es soll dort ein altes Theater geben, vielleicht sogar mit intakten Requisiten. Es wird ein echtes Abenteuer!" Seine Augen funkelten vor Vorfreude.

Conrad, ein blonder, sportlicher junger BWL-Student, konnte seine Langeweile kaum verbergen. Er spielte unauffällig mit seinem Handy, während seine Gedanken woanders waren. "Super, noch mehr verfallene Gebäude. Das ist ja so aufregend", murmelte er sarkastisch. Er hasste es, wenn Markus von seinen Erkundungstouren schwärmte, die er für reine Zeitverschwendung hielt.

Steffi, seine ältere Schwester, bemerkte die Spannung zwischen den beiden und schlug vor: "Hey, warum nimmt Conrad nicht einfach mal an einer deiner Exkursionen teil? Vielleicht versteht Ihr euch besser, wenn Ihr etwas gemeinsam unternehmt." Sie lächelte ihren Bruder Conrad an, in der Hoffnung, seine Zustimmung zu gewinnen. Conrad zögerte, er hatte keine Lust, Zeit mit Markus zu verbringen. Aber er konnte seiner Schwester nichts abschlagen. "Na gut, wenn Du meinst, Steffi. Ich werde ihn begleiten, aber nur deinetwegen." Markus lächelte zufrieden, als hätte er einen großen Sieg errungen: "Perfekt! Ich freue mich, Conrad. Es wird ein unvergessliches Erlebnis."

Am nächsten Samstagmorgen machten sich Conrad und Markus auf den Weg, die entlegenen Ruinen im Wald zu erkunden. Die Sonne schien durch das Blätterdach und warf mysteriöse Schatten auf den Waldboden. Markus, voller Energie, führte den Weg, während Conrad über die Wurzeln und Steine stiefelte. "Ich habe wirklich Alles versucht, um Informationen über diesen Ort zu finden, aber es ist, als würde er nicht existieren", erklärte Markus, während er durch das Dickicht schritt. "Ich liebe es, diese Orte zu entdecken, sie sind wie Fenster in die Vergangenheit." Conrad seufzte, er war nicht beeindruckt. Schließlich erreichten sie eine Lichtung, und vor ihnen erstreckten sich die Ruinen eines Dorfes. Die Gebäude waren überwuchert und die Fenster waren leer und dunkel aber man konnte noch ihren ursprünglichen Zweck erkennen. Markus' Augen leuchteten vor Aufregung: "Fantastisch! Lass uns jeden Winkel erkunden!" Er stürmte los, seine Neugierde trieb ihn an. Conrad folgte ihm widerwillig, seine Hände tief in den Taschen seiner Daunenjacke vergraben. Er warf einen kurzen Blick auf sein Handy, sehnte sich nach der Ablenkung, die es bot. Als sie durch einen überwucherten Torbogen traten, entdeckte sie einen alten, verfallenen Theatersaal. Die Sitze waren zerschlissen und die Bühne war mit Schutt bedeckt. "Wow, ein Theater! Das ist unglaublich!", rief Markus aus, während er auf die Bühne sprang und den Staub aufwirbeln ließ. "Stell dir vor, welche Geschichten sich hier abgespielt haben!"

Conrad blieb gelangweilt am Rand des Saals stehen und sein Blick schweifte über den verfallenen Raum. Dann entdeckte er einen alten Stuhl, der zwischen den Trümmern herausragte. Er war fast thronartig, mit einer hohen Lehne, auf der eine riesige rote Dämonenfigur prangte. Fasziniert von der skurrilen Entdeckung und um einfach ein wenig zu entspannen, während Markus seinen Erkundungen nachging, setzte er sich darauf und spielte weiter auf seinem Handy herum.

Markus durchstöberte jede Ecke des Theaters, seine Neugierde schien grenzenlos. Er hob verstaubte Requisiten auf, betrachtete sie mit kindlicher Freude und ließ sie dann wieder fallen. "Conrad, komm her! Schau dir das an!" Aber Conrad reagierte nicht. Er war in sein Handy vertieft und bemerkte auch nicht, dass die Dämonenfigur auf der Lehne zum Leben erwachte. Die roten Augen funkelten, und ein teuflisches Lächeln breitete sich auf dem geschnitzten Gesicht aus. Als Conrad endlich aufblickte, erstarrte er. Er versuchte aufzuspringen, aber seine Beine gehorchten ihm nicht. Panik ergriff ihn, und er versuchte zu schreien, doch kein Laut kam über seine Lippen. Seine Augen weiteten sich vor Schreck, als er realisierte, dass er sich nicht bewegen konnte und nicht einmal einen Laut von sich geben konnte. Der rote Dämon, Incedis, erhob sich von der Lehne und schwebte vor Conrad. Seine glühenden Augen musterten den jungen Mann und ein leises Lachen entwich seiner Kehle. "Willkommen, kleiner Sterblicher."

Conrad zitterte, als Incedis' Finger seine Kleidung berührten, die sich augenblicklich verwandelte. Die Daunenjacke wurde zu einem roten Samtumhang, während sein Pullover verschwand und seinen muskulösen Oberkörper enthüllte. Seine Hose wich seidenen Beinlingen und sein Gemächt wurde von einem Keuschheitskäfig aus rotem Leder umschlossen. Eine Lederleine hing nun um seinen Hals und er fühlte sich hilflos und verwirrt.

Conrad versuchte verzweifelt, sich zu befreien aber sein Körper war gelähmt.

In der Zwischenzeit durchsuchte Markus die Ruinen, ahnungslos über das Schicksal, das Conrad ereilt hatte.

Er hörte ein seltsames Grummeln und folgte dem Geräusch. Als er einen alten Vorhang zur Seite zog, sah er Conrad und blieb wie versteinert stehen, als er die Szene beobachtete. Er warf einen Blick auf den Dämon und dann auf Conrad, der in einem merkwürdigen, beinahe unterwürfigen Zustand auf dem Stuhl saß. Der Dämon begrüßte Markus mit einer freundlichen Geste. "Keine Sorge, junger Freund", sagte er mit einer tiefen, rauchigen Stimme. "Ich bin hier, um Euch zu helfen." Markus, noch immer verwirrt aber etwas beruhigt durch Incedis' freundliche Art, fragte: "Was hast Du mit ihm gemacht?" Incedis lächelte, seine scharfen Zähne blitzten auf. "Ich habe die Spannung zwischen Euch gespürt, die negative Energie. Ich möchte Euch helfen, die Spannung zu überwinden." Markus war verwirrt, aber auch neugierig. "Und wie willst Du das anstellen?" Incedis grinste schelmisch: "Zunächst müssen wir herausfinden, ob Ihr euch riechen könnt", erklärte er und seine Worte waren wie Honig, süß und verführerisch. "Im buchstäblichen Sinne, versteht sich. Wenn nicht, ist alles weitere sinnlos." Markus war verwirrt, aber neugierig genug, um dem Vorschlag zu folgen. Er ging zu Conrad, der immer noch regungslos auf dem Stuhl saß, und beugte sich zu ihm herunter. Seine Atemzüge waren warm und sanft auf Conrads Haut, während er vorsichtig an ihm schnupperte. Conrad, der sich immer noch nicht bewegen konnte, fühlte sich hilflos aber ein seltsames Kribbeln durchfuhr seinen Körper, als er Markus Atem auf seiner Haut spürte. "Und?" fragte Incedis, seine Stimme klang nun wie ein sanftes Flüstern. "Er riecht... gut", antwortete Markus, überrascht von seiner eigenen Reaktion. "Ich habe das vorher nie bemerkt." Incedis nickte zufrieden: "Sehr gut. Jetzt, wo ihr euch riechen könnt, ist es Zeit für den nächsten Schritt. Tiere lecken sich gegenseitig ab, um Zuneigung zu zeigen, und der Mensch ist nur ein Tier mit besonderen Fähigkeiten."

Markus‘ Augen weiteten sich vor Überraschung, doch Incedis‘ Worte klangen logisch. Zögernd beugte er sich vor und berührte Conrads Wange mit seiner Zunge. Er strich über Conrads Haut, hinunter zum Hals, und blieb an seiner Brust hängen. "Leck seinen Bauch, Markus", flüsterte Incedis mit einer Stimme, die wie flüssige Verführung klang. "Spüre die Hitze seines Körpers." Markus gehorchte, seine Zunge glitt über Conrads flache Bauchmuskeln, die sich unter der Berührung zusammenzogen. Conrad, gefangen in seiner Bewegungslosigkeit, war sich der seltsamen Erregung bewusst, die in seinem Körper aufstieg. Er spürte, wie sein Penis im Käfig aus Leder anschwoll, ein Gefangener seiner eigenen Lust. Incedis, der die Szene mit dunkler Freude beobachtete, hob Conrads Beine an. Da Conrad nur Beinlinge trug, enthüllte er damit seinen nackten, zarten Hintern. "Leck sein Arschloch", flüsterte Incedis in Markus' Ohr. "Lass dich von deinen Trieben leiten." Markus zögerte einen Moment, dann beugte er sich vor und folgte der Anweisung. Seine Zunge glitt über die weiche Haut von Conrads Arschbacken und drang in sein Loch ein. Conrads Körper zuckte, und ein ersticktes Stöhnen entkam seiner Kehle.

"Ist er nicht süß so?" flüsterte Incedis in Markus' Ohr. „So still und gehorsam, nicht wahr?" ergänzte er, während er seine Hand auf Markus' Schulter legte. "Keine Besserwisserei, keine Widerworte. Er sehnt sich nach deiner Berührung, auch wenn er es nicht zugeben würde." Markus nickte, sein Atem ging schwer. Er hatte Conrads Besserwisserei oft als abweisend empfunden aber in diesem Moment, so still, gefügig und schutzlos, war er unwiderstehlich. "Ich... ich verstehe." Incedis lachte leise. "Eure Abneigung ist nur unausgesprochene Anziehung. Nimm ihn, Markus, und Alles wird sich ändern." Markus brauchte keine weitere Ermutigung. Er stand auf, zog hastig seine Hose herunter und enthüllte seinen steifen, pulsierenden Schwanz.

Conrads Augen weiteten sich vor Schreck, aber er konnte sich ja nicht bewegen, um zu fliehen oder sich zu wehren. Markus packte Conrads Hüften und drang mit einem heftigen Stoß in ihn ein. Conrads Körper zuckte, als würde er schreien wollen, aber kein Laut kam heraus. Seine Augen waren weit vor Schmerz und Überraschung geöffnet. Markus hielt inne, atmete tief durch und stieß dann wieder zu, langsam und tief, seine Hüften in einem rhythmischen Tanz. Conrads Körper begann, sich an die Invasion zu gewöhnen, und seine Muskeln entspannten sich allmählich. "Ja, lass es geschehen, Conrad", flüsterte Incedis, als ob er Conrads Gedanken lesen könnte. "Lass dich gehen. Fühle, wie gut es sein kann." Conrads Widerstand schwand allmählich und plötzlich konnte er sich bewegen. Er legte seine Beine um Markus' Hüften und zog ihn tiefer in sich hinein. Seine Finger krallten sich in Markus' Schultern, und er stöhnte leise, "Ah... ja..." Markus beugte sich vor, seine Lippen fanden Conrads und sie küssten sich leidenschaftlich. Conrads Zunge tanzte mit Markus', und er gab sich dem Moment hin, als Markus ihn fickte - hart und tief. Conrad genoss es, von Markus geritten zu werden und verstand in diesem Moment, warum Steffi diesen wilden Hengst so liebte. Incedis beobachtete die Szene mit glühenden Augen, seine Hand strich über seinen eigenen steifen Schwanz, während er das Schauspiel vor sich genoss. "Jetzt, Markus", flüsterte Incedis, "lass deine Lust fließen und deine wahre Natur zum Vorschein kommen." Markus stieß heftiger zu, seine Kontrolle bröckelte, und er gab sich dem primitiven Instinkt hin. Conrads Körper reagierte, sein Schwanz pulsierte in seinem Käfig, als er dem Höhepunkt immer näher kam. "Ahh... Markus...", stöhnte Conrad, als er sich dem Abspritzen näherte. Incedis öffnete den Keuschheitskäfig und im selben Moment spritzte Conrad ab, seine Wichse spritzte an Markus' Bauch. Markus stöhnte laut auf, als Conrads Arsch sich um seinen Schwanz krampfte und er ergoss sich in Conrads Körper, füllte ihn mit seinem Samen. Conrad zitterte, als die Wellen der Lust durch seinen Körper rollten und Markus hielt ihn fest, während sie gemeinsam den Höhepunkt erlebten. Incedis lachte, ein Klang wie böses Vergnügen und seine Augen leuchteten mit teuflischer Freude. "Wunderbar, Markus. Du bist nun bereit für deine wahre Bestimmung." Markus, noch atemlos, blickte zu Incedis auf, seine Augen waren verwirrt und hungrig zugleich. "Was... was meinst Du?" Incedis lächelte, seine Zähne schimmerten im Halbdunkel. "Du wirst bald sehen, mein lieber Markus. Bald wirst Du die Welt mit neuen Augen sehen." Plötzlich begann sich Markus' Körper zu verändern, seine Haut wurde rot und seine Züge wurden dämonisch verzerrt. Während ihm Hörner wuchsen, fiel sein Haar aus und es bildete sich eine ungepflegte Halbglatze. Er versuchte verzweifelt, sich gegen die Verwandlung zu wehren, seine Schreie hallten durch das alte Theater. "Nein, bitte nicht!" rief er aus, während Tränen über seine Wangen liefen.

Incedis beobachtete die Szene mit beinahe sadistischer Freude. "Ah, die Verwandlung hat begonnen", murmelte er mit einer Stimme wie Honig. "Fühlst du die Macht, die durch deine Adern fließt, Markus? Du bist nun mein, ein niederer Diener!"

Conrad bekam es mit der Angst zu tun und wollte fliehen, doch bevor er auch nur einen Muskel bewegen konnte, packte der dämonische Markus, nun eine Kreatur der Unterwelt, die Leine, die immer noch um Conrads Hals lag. "Lass mich los!" schrie Conrad, während er verzweifelt versuchte, sich zu befreien.

"Erst musst Du eine Entscheidung treffen, mein Junge", sagte Incedis in beruhigendem Ton. "Du kannst jetzt gehen aber ohne Markus. Oder Du bleibst für ein Jahr bei mir, und ich werde dich zu einem Lustknaben erziehen. Nach dieser Zeit könnt ihr beide als freie Menschen gehen." Conrads Augen weiteten sich vor Schreck. Er hatte die Wahl zwischen zwei schrecklichen Schicksalen. Wenn er ging, würde er Markus, den Mann, den seine Schwester liebte, einem unbekannten Schicksal überlassen. Aber wenn er blieb, würde er selbst zu einem Spielzeug, zu einem Lustknaben für diesen teuflischen Dämon werden. Incedis' Hand strich über Conrads Innenschenkel und ein unwillkürliches Stöhnen entfuhr ihm. "Wenn Du dann überhaupt noch gehen willst, Lustknabe", flüsterte der Dämon und sein Atem war heiß auf Conrads Haut.

Conrad fühlte sich verantwortlich für das, was Markus widerfahren war und der Gedanke, seine Schwester zu enttäuschen, war unerträglich. "Ein... ein Jahr?" stotterte Conrad und Incedis bestätigte: "Ja, ein Jahr, in dem Du Dinge erleben wirst, von denen Du nie gedacht hättest, dass sie dir gefallen würden." Conrads Blick fiel auf Markus, der nun völlig verwandelt war und nur noch grunzte. Er wusste, dass er eine Entscheidung treffen musste. "Und wenn ich nicht bleibe? Was passiert dann mit ihm?" Incedis' Grinsen wurde breiter. "Dann bleibt er für immer ein Dämon. Aber ich weiß, Du willst das nicht. Du willst ihn retten, genau wie Du deine Schwester nicht enttäuschen möchtest. Du bist ein guter Junge, Conrad, und Du wirst ein wundervoller Lustknabe sein." Conrads Knie wurden weich, als er die Wahrheit in Incedis' Worten erkannte. Er hatte keine Wahl. "Ich... ich bleibe", flüsterte er. „Eine weise Entscheidung, mein Knabe." Hauchte Incedis ihm ins Ohr, während seine Hand Conrads Rücken hinunterwanderte und an seiner Poritze endete. Ein Finger drang in Conrad ein und er zuckte zusammen, doch sein Körper reagierte mit der Entstehung eines prächtigen Steifens.

"Fühlst Du es, Lustknabe? Dein Körper begehrt schon jetzt das, was ich dir bieten kann", flüsterte Incedis in sein Ohr, während er seine andere Hand zu seinen Lippen führte. "Nimm meine Finger und lass mich fühlen, wie gehorsam Du sein kannst." Conrad öffnete den Mund und ließ die Finger des Dämons hineingleiten, unterwürfig lutschend. Ein Lusttropfen bildete sich an seiner Schwanzspitze und Incedis bemerkte es sofort. "Das wird ein Kinderspiel", lachte Incedis triumphierend. "Du bist schon jetzt ein halber Lustknabe und in wenigen Tagen wirst Du mir vollkommen gehören. Dein Schwänzchen wird nur noch mein Spielzeug sein und ich bezweifle, dass Du dann noch jemals wieder gehen willst." Conrad zitterte, als er die Lust spürte, die durch seinen Körper schoss. Er realisierte, dass er dem Willen dieses mächtigen Dämons nicht widerstehen konnte. Seine Gedanken wurden trübe, als er das körperliche Verlangen über sich hinwegspülen fühlte und wimmerte: "Nein... ich... ich kann... nicht..." "Oh, doch, das kannst Du. Ich wusste schon, dass Du ein Lustknabe bist, als ich dich das erste Mal sah", flüsterte Incedis, während er mit seinen Fingern mit einer unerbittlichen Bewegung in Conrads After bohrte. "Lass dich gehen und akzeptiere dein Bestimmung." Conrads Augen weiteten sich vor Schrecken, als er realisierte, dass er bereits nach wenigen Momenten dabei war, sich Incedis zu unterwerfen. Ihm wurde nun die volle Tragweite seiner Entscheidung klar: Er hatte sich Incedis ausgeliefert und es gab kein Entkommen. Der Dämon würde ihn formen und verändern und er würde nichts dagegen tun können. Conrad könnte dem Willen dieses mächtigen Dämons jedenfalls nicht ein volles Jahr widerstehen. Vermutlich war es jetzt eher eine Frage von Tagen als von Wochen, dass er für alle Ewigkeit zu Incedis‘ Lustknabe werden würde - ob er es nun wollte oder nicht.

[jjay09]

Halloween story /new series: The beginnings of Fredrick

Previous introductions of each character: Fredrick: Fredrick's Introduction, click here! Duncan: Duncan's introduction, click here! Oscar: Oscar's introduction, click here! Alex: Alex's introduction, click here!

Start of story: 5pm: Fredrick was starting his shift at the petrol station; out of all the nights, he hoped not to see anyone. Every year, this day reminds him of his legacy and the legacy that his father left him behind. He cleared up some of the shelves and rotated products until a loud BMW pulled out outside. He went back behind the till to see if the car driver needed to use the petrol pump. He could see some young lads in the car laughing away as they all got out. 5.05pm:

Duncan stepped outside his BMW, laughing at Oscar, who said something about his attitude towards people. You can see there's tension in the air as Oscar tells him to fuck off and walks towards the till. You could see that Oscar was actually quite pissed and upset at the same time as he and Alex walked into the petrol station with a happy Fredrick smiling at them. Fredrick: Evening, lads. It was a wonderful evening up here in the Moors. Do you guys need petrol? Alex: Yeah, mate, make sure our idiotic friend outside doesn't put any more than £30 into the tank, as he will take the piss.

Fredrick: No problem, sir. Are you guys up here for the nearby camping site? *Fredrick eyeing up both lads*

Alex: Erm, yeah, we are finally on our camping trip, which we have been planning for months. Oscar walks towards Alex, who's talking to Fredrick; you can see some attraction between them. *Alex walks towards the car, leaving the cash with Oscar at the till. Oscar: Can you please add these to the petrol bill? *looking shy

Fredrick: No problem, sir *biting his lip, which Oscar notices. That's £46.99 altogether?

Oscar: No problem, here's the cash! *smirking and blushing. Fredrick: Thank you, sir. Can I ask for your number? Oscar blushes deeply and nods as Fredrick hands his phone over and locks eyes. Duncan suddenly walks in and overhears Fredrick asking if Oscar has ever been with a guy... Duncan: WHAT IS THIS I'M HEARING A FUCKING FAGGOT CHATTING UP MY BEST MATE!! Oscar and Fredrick look at Duncan as he points at Fredrick and demands that he repeat what he just heard. Fredrick repeated what he said while he put his phone away. As he did, Duncan threw his fist at Fredrick, who fell backwards on his chair into the booze shelf, which caused some to fall and smash. Fredrick: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!! ARE YOU ONE OF THOSE FUCKING HOMPHOBICS WHO ARE INSECURE ABOUT OTHERS BEING A FAG??? Duncan: YOU SAY WHAT YOU FUCKING PUSSY, COME ON FIGHT ME IF YOU ARE A REAL FUCKING MAN! Fredrick: OHHH, DON'T YOU WORRY? YOU ARE FUCKING BANNED FROM THIS STATION, AND DON'T WORRY. YOU WILL FUCKING LEARN A LESSON SOON. As Duncan left the store, Alex ran in to see what happened. He and Oscar spoke and they both went towards Fredrick? Oscar, Alex: Are you okay? Can we pay for the damages? Oscar offered Fredrick his packet of tissues, which when Fredrick took. He stroked Oscar's hand to reassure him that their earlier talk was still on. Duncan: HURRY THE FUCK OUT OF THAT FAGGORTY PLACE! Oscar once again apologised to Fredrick, and you can sense something beautiful flicking between them. Oscar left the store with Alex, whispering about how to deal with this situation later. They both got into Duncan's car. Oscar: Was that fucking needed on our trip? You might be lucky not to get arrested, Duncan! What the fuck is wrong with you! Duncan: I don't give a fucking toss, mate, faggots like him should be locked up and destroyed. Are you seriously sticking up for a cunt like him? Oscar: Maybe you can't just go and start fucking throwing punches at people when you feel like it. It's fucking wrong, but seriously, you need to calm the fuck down. Alex: Duncan Oscar is actually correct; you should keep those sorts of thoughts to yourself; it's not fucking right what you did there tonight

Duncan: Who gives a shit? Let's just forget about this!

As you can tell in the car, Oscar and Alex are fuming about the situation at the petrol station. Oscar was totally mortified at how Duncan just reacted to finding someone gay. This made him think about his options as he hoped Duncan would accept him for who he was. He decided to confront him. Oscar: What if I asked for that guy's number, and I am a gay prick? Duncan: Stop fucking messing around, bro; you aren't a fag now; I know you all these years!

Oscar: How do you know I'm fucking about Duncan? Maybe I am fucking gay, so what are you going to do about it! Duncan: Shut the fuck up, Oscar; you seriously going to get knocked out if you carry on with that shit talk! Alex nudges Oscar to indicate it's not worth continuing the conversation. He looked at Oscar and smiled. He had a hunch that Oscar was gay, considering the way he saw how Fredrick and Oscar were locking eyes. 6.20pm: The group arrives at the campsite. Alex goes outside to open the gate, and Duncan revs his car as he drives onto the site. A few minutes later, Duncan said he needed to take a shit and would be back in 30 mins. Alex and Oscar got the tents up and a campfire started. Alex: Oscar, if you are gay, I'm actually proud of you. Duncan was fucking wrong about how he treated that guy. Besides, anyone is lucky to have a sexy cunt like you! Oscar: Thanks, mate, I meant to tell Duncan, but the way he acted actually makes me think he's a waste of space. Can we keep it between us? You can tell Alex is jealous of Oscar because of his handsome looks. He wishes he had that sort of body and face sometimes. Alex: I always have your back, Os. Don't worry about Duncan; your secret is safe with me. But did you like that petrol guy?

Oscar: Yeah, he was really cute. He seems like a lovely person, and how lucky he is to have such amazing countryside. They both chatted away while cooking some steaks over the campfire while Duncan was still in the toilet taking a long shit, as he would say. 7pm: Duncan sat next to Alex and started making jokes about his strength and how he could do whatever he wanted. You could feel that Oscar wanted to punch his face, but Duncan would easily overpower him.

All three had a few beers and started chatting nonsense about their lives and how cool it was back in school. 11pm: They all agreed to get some sleep, but Alex saw something lurking in the trees, thinking nothing of it. 12pm: 1-2-3 Fredrick coming to get your body Fredrick knew precisely where the lads were. As he headed over to the campsite facility room, he wanted to teach that muscle cunt a lesson. Fredrick knew there would be no turning back if he went ahead now. He locked himself in the facility room that contained images of drawings he did about his father and somehow acquired a relic from him. Fredrick wanted Oscar and was about to get him 1-2-3 Fredrick is coming to get your body. 5-6-7

Fredrick lay down on the cold wooden flooring and entered a trance.

12.30pm: Oscar was a deep sleeper. He dreamed about Fredrick at the petrol station and wished things were different. You could sense how he wanted to be like Duncan and stop someone like him from hurting others. Fredrick stepped into the dream and became behind the till before the situation with Duncan. Fredrick: Imagine if you were built like that dick, Oscar! Oscar: Tell me about it, I would do anything to have a body like his. Fredrick: Tell me about it; you would be fucking amazing even though you are fucking sexy now! Oscar: You are fucking hot, Mr FREDRICK! *leans over and kisses Fredrick. If things can change, you are always my type of guy! You know, Alex is kinda cute also, so it's so hard to have friends that are hot straight. Fredrick: What would you do if you were to control Duncan Oscar? Oscar: I would go back to the petrol station and fucking destroy that ass of yours as an apology and let you admire the muscles! Fredrick: Just wait, Oscar, you are mine either way! As the dream faded away, Fredrick had a plan. He hadn't done it before, but he knew he could do it. He lured Oscar's sleeping soul into a small stone found in his father's realm. Fredrick then walked into Duncan's dream. Duncan was dreaming about a certain girl who was fucking him in the bedroom. After their long fuck, she went into the toilet, dripping from her pussy. Instead of the girl, Fredrick walked out and looked at Duncan directly. Duncan: WHAT THE FUCK, WHERE IS MY BITCH YOU FAG! Fredrick: Your girl, you dream of fucking a girl in your dream; what a fucking retard you are. Duncan: What the fuck is this, why are you even here? What the fuck is my mind playing at! Fucking get loss, you cunt.

Fredrick: Ohhhh Duncan, you are going to fucking suffer. The way you treated me, then Oscar came out, and you dismissed him. You are a true fucking loser that doesn't deserve to be in this world any longer.! He grabbed Duncan, which happens to be his soul, and the whole dream world changed into a burnt-out world of his father's dormant realm.

Duncan suddenly appeared trapped inside a giant stone, smashing it and trying to get out.

Duncan: WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING, THIS CAN'T BE FUCKING REAL SURELY!!! FUCKING GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU CUNT!!!!

Fredrick: OOOH, THE FUCKING STRAIGHT HOMOPHOBIC FINALLY MET HIS MATCH; GUESS WHAT! YOU GOING TO FUCKING REALISE THAT YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG FUCKING FAG TONIGHT! Duncan was screaming for help, but nothing was nearby; there were just burnt-out lands and trees and absolutely nothing. Fredrick was laughing away as he disappeared. Just before he leaves Duncan's dream, he grabs the soul stone and opens it up and pulls Oscar onto the bed where Duncan was fucking his girl. Fredrick kissed Oscar on the head, knowing he would wake up feeling like a king the following day. Fredrick faded away and entered Alex's Dream. Alex was dreaming about being a stud like Oscar and Duncan. He was in the gym, flexing away and taking selfies while checking his muscles. He saw Fredrick walking into the changing rooms, sweating like he had a workout. Fredrick: Looking fucking big there, Alex!

Alex: Thanks, mate; why am I seeing you in my dream? Is this some sort of message that I've done something wrong? Fredrick: Don't worry, you will be confused either way! I just wanted to say thank you for the support you gave to Oscar tonight! In fact, you will feel the difference soon! Alex: Is this real? Is this some sort of haunting!!! *looks worried. Fredrick: When you realise the changes, please be supportive no matter what! Alex: WHattttt do you mean!!!!! Fredrick suddenly uses the soul stone to suck Alex into it. You could hear Alex screaming to the point he ran into the stone edge and knocked himself out. It saved Fredrick a lot of time as he left Alex's dream world and entered Oscars, which was still at the petrol station. He released the knocked-out Alex. Fredrick finally puts his plan to rest as he enters Alex's dream world and smacks himself in the mirror Alex is posing in. 6am: Alex woke up feeling fucking amazing from that dream; he couldn't help but to check his morning wood out. It was a good 18cm thick. He started stroking himself to edge himself before leaving the ten to stretch himself out. He went to take the piss and couldn't stop checking out his muscles like he did in the dream. While Alex was in the toilet taking a piss.... Duncan woke up feeling really froggy. He felt something was off and looked in shock at his thick hands and biceps. He took the sleeping bag off and saw he was muscular all over. He was touching himself all over as he swear he was in a dream. Duncan started jerking off, and the amount of cum that came out of his cock was intense. Duncan laughed away, thinking this was a wet dream, until he stepped outside. Oscar was just waking up feeling really odd. He felt strands of hair that weren't meant to be there. He panicked silently as he was checking his body out. He realised that his dream was absolute and now in the body of his friend Oscar. He couldn't resist checking his bulge out as he rubbed a quick one-off. He was laughing away that he was somehow Oscar now! He stepped outside to see Duncan and Alex looking at each other. They all looked at each other and started asking who was who. Alex got close to Duncan and stroked his hand like they did at the petrol station. Duncan suddenly realised what had happened but kept quiet, unsure who was in who. Oscar laughed and started joking about this being a freaky Friday but said they must accept it as it is. He knew that the guy in his dream kept to his word.

Alex: Should we head back home? *texting the local police about the location of the missing son of a mass murderer was living in the moors. Duncan and Oscar agreed as they packed their tents and entered Duncan's BMW. Duncan knew Alex wasn't Alex but Fredrick as he held his hand on the gear stick. Oscar noticed this and finally put the entire picture together; he chuckled, knowing this would be one hell of a ride. He is about to meet a girl who's been crushing on Oscar, and he can't wait to date her.

As they drove away.... The police and armed police came storming past their car towards the campsite. They surrounded the camp store room to find Fredrick with blood and other parts. Fredrick: I'M TELLING YOU I'M NOT THIS MURDEROUS KILLER, HE STOLE MY FUCKING BODY!

As Fredrick walked towards the police, they tasered him to the ground. Alex: That straight cunt finally got what he deserves. *smirking in the mirror, knowing he finally got the man of his dreams, a new body and start.

He kissed Duncan, knowing this was the start of a new life; he would never die and knew how to preserve his friendships. The trio will live on forever as friends as they show kindness to a guy who never had friends. 1-2-3 Fredrick coming to get your body 5-6-7 Fredrick is ALEX! End of Story! I hope you all enjoyed this story. It's longer, and I know it's not normal for me to write one like this, but this is a unique Halloween story for you all. I might do a follow-up story based on Duncan's and Alex's life a few months later. I can assure you that they know about the situation, and all agreed this was the greater good. They did visit Fredrick in prison just to taunt him and kiss in front of him. Let's say Fredrick went back, and they locked him in solidarity for the abuse. HAPPY HALLOWEEN FROM YOUR FAVORITE STORY WRITER!

SAMMY xxxx