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Mirror Mirror

Inspired by this story from @kylecrusoe-captions

Richard Clarke had spent his whole life living a conventional life. Now in his late 50s, Richard had spent his life the way he was expected. He found a passion, worked hard at it, pursuing a degree and then eventually getting a job as a reporter on TV. Back in the day, it was so glamorous like you would expect, but as time went on all things lose their luster. Budget cuts led to less pampering and eventually newer more attractive talent comes along to steal the spotlight. Corporate came creeping up everyday trying to find a way to sunset Richard from the career he built brick by brick.

It was agonizing doing the work to stay visually appealing as he got older. Richard had to admit he let him go in some areas as complacency set in over the years. He was happy with what he had accomplished and felt like he had so much more gas left in his tank, despite what his corporate overlords were telling him.

Richard told himself today’s the day to start reinvesting in himself. He was going to make sure he put in his best foot forward to preserve the professional life he’s always known. He went out for a coffee in between shows to start planning his return to conventional attractiveness. While he waited for his coffee at a low-key cafe in the busy part of downtown, Richard got lost enviously gazing at the young men walking by. Making a mental list of the attributes he found attractive and aspirational. He wanted to attain what they had, even though it was unrealistic at his advancing age.

He glared too long at a guy grabbing the next coffee prepared at the counter. He may have been wearing a baggy hoodie but his shorts showed how much of a beast he was in the gym.

Syd was in a different cafe than he usually goes to. In true brooding boy fashion he liked the slightly run down edgy look this cafe had and he went inside. Syd may look like a typical gym bro that exits pictures with so much contrast you can barely make out the details, but he was….slightly more than that. He also dreamed of being a fitness influencer that made a life out of simply going to the gym so that way he could play games with his friends. He wanted an easier life but easier is u realistic. Plus he was paralyzingly introverted. A seemingly sad waste for someone so conventionally attractive and genetically gifted when it comes to musculature.

Richard was nearly salivating looking at Syd’s meaty thighs that he ran into him when going to collect his coffee. The TV news anchor quickly went into on air personality and composed himself to present a thoughtful and sincere apology. Syd played it off like no big deal and began making his way towards what he believed to be the cafes restroom to clean off. He went inside a restroom after assuring Richard it was no big deal and closed the door behind him. But Richard didn’t believe him and continued to feel guilty. He stayed but grew significantly concerned when Syd never came out. Richard knocked on the door and when no one answered he opened the door and walked into the dark room as the door closed behind him. He blindly searched for a light switch or string to pull when he finally found a string in front of him and pulled it as a light blared on nearly blinding him.

As Richard's eye adjusted to the bright light he tried to focus his sight on an odd mirror on a nearby wall. He thought he saw Syd standing there, causing him to jump back startled. But when he looked away, he realized he was alone in the room.

He stepped closer to the obscured mirror....there was Syd, clear as day, but Richard couldn't make out where he was. He focused his sight at the mirror and realized what was happening as the buff young man's eyes met his. "Wha?" Richard raised an arm in anticipation of his understanding of the outlandish predicament he now found himself in. The man in the mirror did the same, showing his hairy pits.

Richard worked in a world of fact and rational explanations....he had none in his head for how this was possible. He was uncharacteristically giddy as he looked at the unfamiliar man staring back ahead of him. He was already growing excited and as other things swelled he couldn't control his journalistic curiosity and yanked off the oversized sweater hiding the goods. Turning his cap the other way around like a man of his advanced age would do in their hey-day.

Richard looked at himself and his new reflection eye to eye and confirmed to himself through an inner dialogue, he had to get out of here stat. He gathered his belongings or rather Syd’s and headed out expeditiously. He didn’t know where he was going after he left the cafe doors and sifted through the baggy hoodie to find a trifold wallet. He entered the address on the ID haphazardly into his phones GPS and booked it. His new beefed up physique, moved with an ease he hadn’t been able to in years. He confidently stepped and glanced down at his striated legs as a smirk graced his handsome face.

He haphazardly fumbled looking for keys and clumsily flopped his way into an unassuming yet large abode. A mirror across the entry way inside a nearby bedroom immediately caught Richard’s eye as he dropped his belongings on the ground and confidently stripped himself of his cloth confines. 

“Jesus. I didn’t even know getting this shredded was humanely possible?” he gasped to himself in awe. 2 vein’s indecently aligned with the v-taper of his new body’s muscles down to another thing intriguing Richard. He tugged at the waistband to get a peak at his new manhood and wondered if it looks like that soft what’s it going to look like hard. That thought started the quick spiral into a feral mindset.

Richard nearly ripped his shorts as he pulled them off in his horned up stupor. Then came off the orange undergarments and he rushed to a nearby restroom. Another mirror greeted Richard and there he stood in awe gazing at his new corporeal home. He examined the black and crimson tattoos and stretch marks showing Syd’s skin pushed to the limit by his bulging muscles.

Richard poked and prodded at the muscles he’d alternate from relaxing to flexing. One poke and prod near his nipple accidentally lit the final match as Richard gasped feeling the blood rush down to his growing tool. He promptly used his vascular hand to grab hold of the thickening stick and allowed himself to fall into muscle memory. He may not know who Syd was or what he liked but his body remembered enough for him. He quickly turned on the scalding shower and as the room filled with steam he took a giant sniff of the musk emitting from his hairy pits. Oh yeah that’s the smell of man.

He walked into the hot stream of water and already knew to brace against one wall with his left arm. His right arm started going to work pumping up and down as he began twisting and expertly working his new shaft. As if he was doing an intense workout, primal grunts and moans escaped his new youthfully plumped lips.

Richard stepped backward and decided to lie down on the floor of the tub and used both hands to begin to plow them to feel more pressure sending him over the edge. As he huffed and puffed pulse after pulse of hot water and his seed dropped over her alabaster torso. He couldn’t help but scoop up the mixture and drink it like he had spend days in the desert.

He stepped out of the exploratory shower and took cocky photos. Richard realizing he didn’t know what to do now, as he got dressed. As he pondered how to figure out how to move forward with Syd’s life, he started feeling his pants stir once again. He decided to visit the dating apps Syd had on his phone and began to tink with preferences. Adding men and women instead of just one and adding the revealing post-shower pics.

Sure enough, the matches and messages started flooding in from the new found dating pool. Being fruity in his heyday would have been a no, but with this body in this century, Richard wanted to see what life had to offer. Something stirred him up once again when he saw a headless torso message him asking if he was down to be dominated.

Richard had always been the alpha in a typical cisgender relationship but this might be his chance to give into submission. He grabbed anything he could to look casual and set up the least candid looking photo of all time. The snap capturing all his body had to offer in a modest way.

“Wanna come over daddy?” Richard replied to the headless torso before adding the picture to the message. He had his fun with Syd’s physique but now he wanted to try something Syd had never done himself. Arching his lower back to emphasize his new assets.

Oh yeah he was gonna have fun, slowing once again guiding his new meaty hands down the elastic waistband to explore. As two finger managed to find their way to his tight hole, he pushed their way in slowly and his phone vibrated.

“Send the addy.”

Richard moaned in anticipation and the pressure he felt sliding the fingers inside for the first time.

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On to the fun part...

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Mirror Muscle-this scene of an older man transforming into a young Latino stud originated with @max-the-many. He has some great captions and images so go check him out.

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“Oh yeahh! Now this is what I’m talking about!” The possessed hunk flexed his huge arms and walked onto the balcony of ‘his’ new flat. He stood overlooking the busy streey below in nothing but some tight undies. He loved the feeling of having such a big, strong fleshie body again, especially someone this attractive.

He cleared his throat until his voice was a perfect copy of Julien’s. A big smile crept across his face as he realized he could now perfectly imitate his sexy host’s mannerisms.

“Man, I could get used to this! Think our girlfriend will have any idea her boy Julien is actually possessed by a geeky white boy? Nah, I’m not gonna ruin your life dude, just enjoy myself. A secret grindr account never hurt anyone though!”

‘Julien’ walked back inside his flat and started to make a new account on his phone. “Oh and sorry bro, I’m totally a bottom too.”

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“What do you think you saw?” He asked me staring me down with a look I’d never seen on my roommate’s face before. It was certainly intimidating, but I wasn’t scared.

“I know I saw something crawl into my roommate’s mouth and take his body over. So whoever or whatever you are, I know you’re not Keshawn. And honestly, I’m fine with that. He was a shitty roommate, you can’t be any worse.”

He smirked and rubbed his chin, “Oh, but I can be much worse.” He looked at me with that intimidating stare again, but I didn’t flinch. He saw this façade wasn’t working on me one bit. “OK, fine, since you’re cool with this, I assume you’re not going to say anything about it then?”

I shook my head, “I won’t say a damn thing, so long as you pay your part of the rent and be a better roommate.” I said with a shrug.

He gave me that evil smirk again, moving across the room towards me, guess he hasn’t learned by now he can’t intimidate me.

But he did surprise me…

“Mffmmf!” I said as he began to kiss me, deeply, even sticking his tongue into my mouth. It felt good, I ain’t gonna lie, but I’m not into dudes. But then I hadn’t gotten any action for the last several months with all the shit going on… so…

“Hold up, dude!” I said, breaking off the kiss, “Ain’t exactly what I had in mind. I ain’t into dudes. But shit, any port in a storm.” I said with a half smirk.

Then he blew my mind when he said, “You may not be into dudes, but Keshawn here has been wanting you for a long time. A real long time. Hmm, I could tell you some of the fantasies he’s got bouncing around in his head here.” He said, tapping the side of his head for emphasis.

I cocked an eyebrow. I mean, I had no idea my roommate was gay… Or was this thing that possessed him lying about that? Well either way, I made it clear that I was going to be fucking that ass and not the other way around.

He blew my mind again when he blew my cock, I’d never seen Keshawn naked before, but the towel fell off when he got on his knees, and his cock was definitely bigger, thicker – Phew, thank God I’m not going to be taking that up my ass! But this dude could suck a mean cock, and the way he used Keshawn’s ass as I pounded that supposedly straight hole, fucking magic!

It’s been months now, and fuck it, maybe I’m bi now? That ass is better than a lot of pussy I’ve had over the last decade, no shit. And this new Keshawn is not only an amazing lay, but he’s even early with the rent check and cleans up after himself way better than Keshawn ever did.

Best roommate ever!

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Becoming His Type (Male Possession)

"Ur a nice guy man! Seriously. But ur just not my type. Like 'em beefier haha. Happy to train ya still if you're okay with that."

Jason read the text over and over. "What a fucking douche" he thought, teeth clenched, as he gripped his phone.

Two weeks ago Jason had built up the courage to talk to his beefy gym crush, Carson. Jason wasn't the biggest dude. His 5'8 frame and 155lb stature wasn't anything to brag about, but he had gotten to a lean athletic build that he worked on for months. He thought, atleast, Carson would hold a conversation with him now that he was kinda lean.

And he did. Carson nodded at Jason as he walked up, Jason quivering as he asked the big guy if he had any diet tips.

The two hit it off, or at least that's what Jason thought. "Hey I gotta get back to my set bro, but what say we keep chatting later? You free tomorrow morning?" Carson's deep voice put Jason into a horny stupor. He repeated his question which brought Jason back to earth.

Later that night...

Jason sat up in bed, rubbing his b*ner, as he thought about Carson's thick biceps and pillowy pecs. "I can't believe he fucking TALKED to me!" Jason squealed as he tweaked his nipples, imagining Carson wrap his arms around him, the smell of his musky armpits wafting into his nose. He barely remembered anything that the big jock actually said, but he couldn't care less. Jason drifted off as his fantasy turned into a dream.

The next morning at the gym...

"And that's all there is to it bro. Track the macros, eat a ton of protein, and don't stop bulking for a year. Then you'll get a belly like mine heh." Carson gave his protruding stomach a slap as Jason winced while he watched the strong mass jiggle.

"W-wow uh yeah I'd love that..." Jason managed to get whimper out. "I-I mean... yeah! I'll definitely do that! M-m-maybe you could also show me some exercise tips?"

"Hah sure little guy we can have a first sesh. On the house." Carson got off the bench he was sitting on and nudged (pushed) Jason down. "Let's see what you got baby. Bench presses first.

Jason then worked his ass off the entire morning to try to impress his crush. Every once in a while, he'd notice Carson looking off across distance, obviously eyeing a big bear slightly older than him. Carson would eventually get back to Jason, but the lean man knew something was up

Later that night...

"What the hell should I text him? 'Thanks for hanging with me earlier big guy wanna date?' 'You're super cute wanna cuddle?'" Jason lied in bed anxiety-ridden.

He saw a text come in instead.

Carson: "Sup Jason how ya doing?"

Carson: "Muscles aching yet? Srry if it was too much for ya."

Jason flinched for a second before typing back. "Oh sup Carson. Yeahhhh haha kinda hurts."

He waited for a second before sending another text.

Jason: "oh and thanks for the session today dude I appreciate it"

Carson: "yea bro anytime. Need more good looking guys like you getting big"

Jason blushed as his boner came in. "Should I just ask him out?" he thought. "Fuck it."

Jason: "Yeah! I'd love to keep doing this with you man. You're super hot. Honestly could be fun to date if you're down."

Jason put down his phone in fear. He felt a vibrate and slowly picked it up.

Carson: "Bro what lol"

Carson: "Shit sorry man didn't realize you felt like that."

Jason gripped his phone as he watched Carson type.

Carson: "Ur a nice guy man! Seriously. But ur just not my type. Like 'em beefier haha. Happy to train ya still if you're okay with that."

Jason felt his teeth clench. He stopped texting and threw it onto his night stand. "What a fucking douche," he thought. "Dude just saw me as another client. As a walking fucking money bag." Jason felt tears start to streak down his face.

The next morning at the gym...

Jason watched from a distance near the locker rooms as he saw Carson laughing with the muscular daddy bear he was eyeing yesterday. "He already fucking forgot about me" Jason muttered under his breath.

He squinted as he watched the two big men take their phones, possibly to exchange numbers. With a grin, Carson gives the man a hug before the two walk off in opposite directions.

"Oh shit he's coming this way!" Jason started to whistle as he the big bearded daddy strut past him to go into the locker room. Jason shuddered as he noticed the pure gargantuan size of the man. "Fuck... He's huge."

For some reason, Jason felt compelled to follow the bear. He hopped into the locker room and watched as the man posed in front of the mirror and took a selfie.

"He's probably sending that to Carson..." Jason thought.

Suddenly, the big guy turns around and sees Jason stalking him.

"What the fuck do you want twink? Been seeing you follow me around all morning."

Jason flinched from how direct the huge man was. "U-uh fuck I'm sorry man!" Jason wished his voice was more threatening.

"Answer the question: what the fuck do you want?" The bear came closer, ready to shove Jason. "Get the fuck outta my way!"

Jason felt his frail body smash into the wall, his back taking the full brace of the impact as his vision started to blur. He saw the big feet of the man step next to him before he blacked out.

...

...

In a snap, Jason felt his torso lurch up as he came back into consciousness. But something felt off. Jason looked down.

"WHAT THE FUCK!? Wh-why are my hands... BLUE?" Jason looked at his palms incredulously before glancing further down at his physical body slumped beneathe him. His blue ghostly form sticking out from the pelvis-up.

In the corner of his eye, Jason saw the big bear standing around. "Fuck. Didn't realize he'd go flying." He heard the man say.

Jason got up with virtually no pain, seeing his ghostly ectoplasm oozing off his limbs as he leaves his physical form. He looked up at the big man, anger seething through his ephemeral form.

"Oh you're gonna fucking pay for that man! I don't care how big you are!" Jason yelled. The big man, completely unaware of Jason, just picked at his nose before kneeling down to check on his victim's pulse.

"Kid's still got a heart beat. He'll be fine." For a split second Jason felt some compassion come from the bear, which all shattered as he saw him spit at his corpse. "Fucking stalker. Better not be here when by the time I'm done showering."

Jason pounced at the man, attempting to claw at his big shoulders. The bear fell forward onto all fours before looking around in a panic. "What the fuck was that!?" he yelled into the empty locker room.

Looking down at the beefy bear with his ass up in the air, Jason had an idea. "If I'm a ghost, maybe I can..." Jason connected the dots in his head before acting out his plan.

The big man started to get up before he felt his body get pinned down by something that felt like a foot. "OooFFF" he groaned as the air left his lungs.

Jason had to work fast. He reached down and carefully attempted to grab the man's waistband. He felt a tactile sensation and grinned before pulling it down to expose the man's bulbous cheeks.

"AAHHH wh-what's going ON!?" the bear whimpered as he felt a cool air skim his cheeks.

Jason eyed as the sweaty, hairy, musky mounds jiggled before slowing to a stop. He'd never been this close to such a big *ss before, and it was causing Jason to get a huge ghost b*ner.

The bear started to panic as he felt a slimy, cold finger run down his tight crack. "A-ah f-fuck!" he moaned as the finger playfully pushed in and out.

Jason grabbed both of the bear's *ss cheeks and ripped them apart, exposing his surprisingly loose *sshole. He glanced down at the pulsating hole, questioning for a second if he was really going through with this.

"Hope that Casper movie wasn't bullshit! Coming through!!"

The bear winced as he felt something larger than a d*ck shove itself into his *sshole. "Ho-Holy SHITTT!!!!"

Jason gripped onto the bear's cheeks as he used them to push into the man's tight hole. Suddenly there was a "POP" and he realized he was in. "Fuck yes! Here I come big guy!!!" Jason yelled happily.

The bear looked around in a panic as he heard a familiar voice echo in his mind. His mind quickly turned to his physical sensations, though, as he felt slimey shoulder squeeze in. "OOOOF!" he groaned.

With a giddy smile on his face, Jason tunneled through the dark expanses of the bear's body. His arms and tight lean waist slipped in as the bear groaned uncontrollably.

The big guy mustered all his strength to turn his head, only to see blue lean legs and feet protruding out of his asshole, inching their way deeper and deeper in. "F-f-fucking HELL!" was all he could yell as the crammed sensations worked their way up his torso.

Jason, torso-up inhabiting the bear's body, reached down to pull his small dick through the asshole. Suddenly, he felt the rest of his legs slurp themselves in too.

The bear felt himself getting filled up to the brim as another being literally shoved himself into all the crevices of his fat body. His yells reaching it's loudest as he felt the blue ectoplasmic feet slide in with a "PLOP!"

The bear reached back and pawed at his loose asshole, scooping up the ectoplasm that was left behind. He tried to get up but lost his balance as he felt the ghost inside of him lurch forward.

"Here comes the fun part fatty!" Jason yelled with a mocking chatter. Jason wasted no time shoving his limbs into the man, pressing his arms and legs into his vessel's like gloves and boots.

The beefy bear, finally having gotten up, felt his body start to dance around beyond his will. His right arm flailed as his left hand tried to stop it before betraying him and slapping him on the face. "Fu-fuck! GET THE FUCK OUT OF ME" he yelled at his belly wiggled uncontrollably.

Jason shoved his hard c*ck into the bear's girthy one, filling it up like a sheathe. His lined up his ghostly balls with his host's tennis-ball sized one, feeling them expand with a "POP" "POP".

The bear, pounding at his belly to get the invader out, suddenly lost control of his arms and hands as they reached down to stroke his huge 8in d*ck and finger his fat ass. He heard a laugh followed by a "BOOM" as his butt and legs filled up with ectoplasm.

With the bear's hands and feet under his control Jason realized there was only one step left.

"Puh-puh-please m-man! G-get out of- *gurgle*" The bear's neck started to bulge as Jason hurriedly squeezed into his host's head. The bear gasped for air as he gagged on ectoplasm, the pressure in his brain close to popping before-.

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Jason opened his eyes and took a deep breath, his belly filling up and stretching out the tank top he was now wearing. "Oooh fuck yeah" he cooed, using the bear's sexy voice for the first time. He looked down and immediately reached for his beefy pecs, massaging his new nipples with his host's stubby fingers. They were sensitive, hard-wired to his new girthy c*ck as he felt his sweaty jock stretching to the limit. He pulled his waistband back up and felt the airy fabric wrap around his fat ass, immediately nesting between his cheeks.

"Can't believe it fucking WORKED. Hell YEAH BABY! I'M A FUCKING BEAR!" Jason danced around a bit, waving his new jiggly belly around in the air before he heard the door to the locker room open.

Jason watched as one of the bodybuilders stumbled in, so distressed from the workout that he didn't even notice Jason's lean body slumped against the wall. He tiredly glanced at Jason, who was at eye-level with him, and muttered a "How's it going Roy" before walking deeper into the locker room.

Jason's heart skipped a beat, but then calmed down as he realized that no one can tell. He walked up to the mirror and grinned at his reflection as he crossed his arms. He was fucking HUGE.

Jason felt sweat drip down from his forehead, chest, and pits. He carefully lifted his new beefy arms and immediately got hit by a wave of ripe musk. "Fuuuuuck. I smell so... GOOD" he moaned, using Roy's vocal chords. "Not gonna wash these pits" he chuckled.

In the corner of his eye, Jason glanced at his old slumped body. "Damn. I'm so fucking tiny... No wonder I flew into the wall" he reflected. Jason daydreamed for a second, then realized he could live out a huge k*nky fantasy of his. He picked up his old body with ease and took him to a secluded part of the locker room.

Jason started to eagerly rip off his old body's clothes, pulling down his pants and revealing his musky thin yellow briefs. He slipped them off and took the briefs up to his nose, taking a deep inhale of his old musk.

With a smirk, Jason dropped his host's Size XXL gym shorts and jockstrap, revealing his girthy hairy cock. He then started to slip on the Size S yellow briefs up his thick tree trunk legs, making sure the fabric didn't rip. Jason grinned as he felt the tiny briefs get eaten by his new gigantic asscheeks. He grabbed both of his cheeks with his meaty paws and ripped them open, making sure the fabric would touch his new musky *sshole like a thong.

"Ohhhh fuuuck yeah!" he groaned, as he sealed the entrance that he came in from. His d*ck was leaking profusely, more so than his old one did.

Jason pulled his host's shorts up. He grinned at the fat *ss in the mirror before he felt his new phone vibrate. "That who I think it is?"

He unlocked his phone and saw "Carson" had texted him.

Carson: "Hey handsome. What are you up to tonight?"

Jason couldn't help but chuckle, his big belly jiggling with every heave. He pawed at the keyboard with a huge grin.

Roy: "Hey baby. Nothing much. You wanna get k*nky tonight?"

Jason shoved Roy's phone into his pocket before running out of the locker room in a hurry, his big a*s jiggling with every step. His phone vibrated a ton, but Jason knew he needed to do something before he replied.

Later that night...

Jason stripped naked and laid in bed. He opened up his camera and saw the handsome grizzly face of the man he possessed. "Don't know how much time I have in you man but I'm gonna take advantage of it. Gonna get you real k*nky. Make you say shit you'd never say. And I bet Carson would do anything to fuck your musky fat*ss." Jason reached down to finger Roy's *sshole before giving his finger a lick.

"Haha. Alright alright enough fun. Got a video to send to a lucky guy."

Jason started to record.

FIN

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Reason to: Steal That Gym Gear

Because it belonged to JC, the sweaty gym hunk that always managed to drive you wild with his thick, muscular form as if he's a rugby player or something.

Plus, his incredibly mouth-watering musk that always hit you everytime you were in his vicinity, causing your cock to instantly hardened as soon as your nose inhaled a whiff of that potent, earthy yet salty musk combined perfectly with his preferred aquatic scent. You would never expect a man that.....beastly, to be quite refined in his scent preference, or maybe he's just self-aware of his own musk and masked it with that alluring aquatic scent

The opportunity to bury yourself in his scent presented itself as he left his damp white compression tank, matching basketball shorts and that gigantic size 13 shoes and wet, musty socks unattended right on the bench in front of his locker. And of course you took that, not just sniffing it right then and there, but to eventually grabbed it altogether as you made your run before anyone found out the scrawny janitor stole the 102 kg gym beefcake entire wardrobe.

What you didn't expect is for the session to turn into something so much more delightful as every usage of the article inflated your muscles, thickened your bones, bubbled up that flat ass of yours and caused your cock to hardened to an incredible length your own cock would never achieve as its pinkish color turned slightly darker to match JC's Latino cock. Before long, you already reeked and steamed your own car as you were lost in your own as self-worship as you assumed JC's form, down to every single facial hair and even scar in his pubic area from the bitch with that long nails.

Guess you will need to take more of your clothing from the locker room, it's not possible to only go out with a compression tanktop and basketball shorts for every single occasion after all

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Center of Attention (a free commission tale)

Hey, what's up? I wanted my face to say. It had to casual, but also I wanted to make sure you see my huge cock and toned abs. Check out my biceps. Imagine me without my speedo. I know you think I'm a sex god, and you're goddamn right.

I never thought I'd be this hot, but thank god I was able to take over the body of this stud. Now I can flex and be worshipped by thousands online.

Check out my back muscles. My ass is so tight, why don't you feel it?

It's hard to imagine that this six pack Hercules was an overweight cashier. Forget about getting paid to be naked in front of a camera. It was hard enough to get dates.

I found a way to steal the body of a weightlifter who always came by the store to buy protein powder and health foods. His body was so hot, but he didn't care enough to flaunt it like it should be.

When I took his body, he was begging me, asking me to stop. I divorced his wife and stopped his weightlifting business. I make so much more money showing off and letting desperate men drool over me.

Want to see my cock? I smirked. I pull my underwear down just enough to get my fans riled up. I watch as the money flows in. But the best part is always after the camera gets turned off. When I can open up my hook up app and hit up all the guys around me.

Have you ever had ten guys kissing your neck while feeling up your abs, ass, and chest? I love the way they get off on just touching this body. I make them beg to touch my cock, to get on their hands and knees, but I won't give it to them yet. I want them to worship the temple that is my body.

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