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Since these two fucking bullies wouldn't leave the park to let my little bro and his friends play around, I decided that me and my best friend Dennis might have the right solution on how to watch our younger siblings play around while us still having the fun we wanted

Let's just say, Dennis really smelled good this time wearing Eau de Connor's while I enjoyed making this homophobic asshat savored the taste of his own bestfriend's salty pits and cigarette-infused saliva as I kissed Connor on the lips wishing. Our younger brothers and their friends cooed at us as we kissed and we just smiled back at them wishing that this won't be a one-time event. Well, if these bullies remained being stubborn and acted like kings of the park, this is indeed something that might happen regularly

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"Hurry the fuck up, twerp, choose anyone or you will not get the privilege to hang out with us any longer! Don't make us look like a fool talking to a four-eyed pathetic freak, Matt and Brad never socialize with the likes of you or your friends,"

"But I can't tell which bodies are ready, guys! They all looked the same to me! No sign, no glow, nothing,"

"Oh.....so I guess it's just not meant to be then, dweeb," he said coldly right before smirking devilishly, "Yo, why the fuck a nerd like you dare to be in here? Who invite this nerd??" yelled 'Brad' loudly, purposefully attracting the attention of the other party-goers

"Yeah, what the fuck are you doing in here? Who let you in?" chimed 'Matt', the one with the curly hair

Other partygoers started to whisper under their breath, looking at Francis like he's some kind of a freak and even glared at his quivering form. Some of these people are literally his friends, why are they betraying him like this once they get inside these jocks as if they are the real deal? He thought to himself

Trying to get himself out from the intimidating situation and scapegoated or used by his so-called friends, he quickly stepped back and tried to exit the frat compound altogether. He went back from the backyard into the frat house while some of the jocks started to chase after him. His slender form and the crowd inside unaware of the commotion outside doesn't realize about the chase. But, as he thudded to the floor after clumsily stumbled upon this towering junior jock named Reese, Francis found himself on the floor of the frat house foyer, 5 meters away from the front door yet all his bullies inched closer to swarm him. Reese just grinned sinisterly at Francis before he flexed his muscle as if to tease Francis

"You want to feel this, don't you? Even better, you wanna be in control of this, huh? Too bad, you just don't have it in you," he quipped with his deep voice as he lowered himself closer to be heard loud enough by Francis only, before continuing, "Ewww the fuck is wrong with you, dweeb? Four eyes yet you can't see your way out? Who the fuck gets you in here??? Hey, are you guys onto him? What? Snooping around uninvited? I think I know exactly what kind of punishment we should give to this freak then," 'Reese' said as he grabbed his hardening crotch while staring right at his bros trying to get them understand what he's about to do. Francis night about to turn upside down tonight by these jocks, and he can do nothing about it

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Antonio just finished his 20 hours shift in the hospital and he's honestly super drained and just need a quick yet thorough clean of himself before hitting the bed. But as soon as he stepped through the front door, the sight in front of his very eyes surprised him

"Oh, hey you," his boyfriend, Russell, said with slight nonchalance as his eyes are focused on him, well, not him.....but an impostor that looked like him sitting across the dining table

"What the actual fuck?"

"Oh, how rude I am for not introducing you two. Antonio, meet.....Antonio, well, you two probably know each other a lot more than me knowing you two,"

"Fuck, that last shift really fucked me up. How on Earth a dream gets to be this realistic?" pondered the real Antonio loudly

"Oh, this Antonio indeed fucked me so good last night for our anniversary, right baby?"

The impostor Antonio just grinned and then goes on to peck Russell's on his cheek as he murmured lustfully

"You were such a good, obedient patient last night. You opened your mouth when I said so. You opened your hole too when your doctor said so. As a doctor, it's the best thing to have a cute, obedient patient like you. Fuck, I'm hard again just thinking about it,"

"Oh, stop it babe, we have a guest here. Let's not go a bit ahead with all of this, we haven't even explain what's about to happen to him,"

"Oh yup, you are right, we can't have an Antonio that is too busy for his own boyfriend and also two Antonio co-existing in this world," the impostor said with a menacing sharp turn when he muttered the last phrase, both he and Russell stared at the bewildered real Antonio with malicious intent in their eyes

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Not a Story: Perhaps This is the End

Tumblr said a lot of BS about not shadow-banning accounts and whatnot. But we're speaking from factual numbers here. The way my stories engagement plummeted by more than 50% after they turned off my messaging which is an indication of them blocking people's visibility to the content we created. The way none of my latest posts surpassed 150 notes (heck, one of them literally got 38 notes and yes, I'm deleting it as I'm posting this post), even the ones I thought would be well-received (and usually well-received) and very happy to come out with that story. I'm not gonna lie guys, I'm thinking to just close the whole thing off because not only I have 0 ability to engage with all of you easily, I also have some sense of pride that at this stage.....is shattered everytime I scroll through my pages and despised the fact that these latest stories didn't perform up to my likings. F Tumblr to the fullest honestly

I'll see what I do in the next 24 hours, if my account vanished by then, well, you know what that means, and no, I have zero intention to relocate to any platform or to join any chatrooms. It's Tumblr or nothing for me and I'm gearing for nothing for now (maybe I'm just emotional)

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"Thank you so much, Dr. Maurer. On one hand, I just.....don't want him to be addicted. But at the same time, as you rightly pointed out, it's also part of him and castigating him for an integral part of himself really sounds more damaging, to be honest,"

"You're welcome, Mr. Parsons. It's all about moderation and from the way you explain it, he seemed to be really genuine about wanting to spice things up but at the same time he wants to improve himself day by day thinking that the power that makes him....well, himself, is a blocker to the happiness in your marriage life. Maybe all three of us can discuss that when he's in town?"

"Yeah, I will see whether we can make the timing works. He's been going out of town a lot recently, business trips and all, but he seemed to restrain himself very well, tomorrow's gonna be his 35th day without randomly taking over someone's body. That tracker of yours really worked wonder,"

"That's the least I can help, but I'm serious, start talking with him about easing off that restriction. I'm afraid if it reaches certain point, he'll be simply a shell of his former self,"

"Okay Dr. Maurer, thank you once again, bye,"

And as the door closed and he's shielded from the outside world, Dr. Maurer started to strip himself and headed to his bedroom.

What a day this has been. Jumped off by Andrew Parsons, again, in front of his own house after his usual gym sesh. Used like a puppet by the motherfucker to handle 2 clients that he might have directed to divorce, and then containing himself to not bust his load right then and there fooling his own husband. Dr. Maurer did all that with Andrew in the driving seat and Andrew has been enjoying his little trips to the doctor's house more than he would admit. There's just something so intoxicating about Dr. Maurer, a very fine-looking, well-maintained doctor that not only built mental fortitude and awareness for his client, but also built his body like he's a devout worshipper to the cult of Damian Maurer.

He tracked his workout and daily intake, he limited his client roster to ensure a balanced life and he dated this amazing bombshell he gladly slept with at times when he's in control of the 7 incher straight perfection, the way she melted and moaned in his arm as soon as the weapon hit her spot actually solidified his thought that he really is bi because there's just no way he's THAT turned on seeing the strong fitness babe turned putty and weak under his control

And to add to all that, the perfect doctor always had no idea about the whole time he's under Andrew's control because Andrew already perfected his craft so well in the past few months, even a possession and superpower addiction expert like Dr. Damian Maurer himself unable to detect it. He's just a normie after all, his super power at best is his devotion to his career or his craft probably. Yeah.....craft, this geeky hunk is a tech genius too but with just an extra help from his very own memory, the whole tracker has been rendered useless. It only served as a decoy that Andrew could manipulate as he wished, making his business visits seemed legitimate in his observant husband's phone. Not even once it revealed the fact that Andrew has been having possession galore 30 out of the 35 days of him dubbed as "clean" and he might be able to do it in the open if "Dr. Maurer" managed to convince his husband about letting Andrew to be less restrained. It's 5 PM now, and Dr. Maurer always go to the gym by this time and he's more than happy to pump up these muscles before enjoying it by pounding the bombshell later tonight.

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I don't know where you want to go with this story or it's just a one-off even, but I know I want Dr. Maurer to be like this......or a buff, older daddy. Hope you enjoyed this! @fullfriendnerdclutch

In the middle of my garage cleaning while my husband is out and about for his meditative walk, I'm suddenly stunned by the approaching ginger hunk that addressed me while slightly jogged his way with his bated breath

"May I help you......sir?" I asked him with slight hesitation on what should I address him with

"Yeah, so I'm kinda new here so I need some guide. Do you know where I can find the horniest man in this neighborhood that will kneel right here right now to worship my sweaty, reeked body?" The ginger stud said flashing that grin that I will recognize no matter who wears it as he peeled off his shorts to reveal an Under Armour that hugs his frame nicely

"Andrew, you said it, you wanted to stop jumping into others. It's your 13th days already, why stopping now?"

"Well, it just appeared out of nowhere apparently. You like what you see here? He was running with his dog for several laps around the park when he caught my attention. I think he's quite a freak, you have to see his co--"

"Andrew, as much as I like it, it's wrong for me to cheat from you, even though it's only the physical, okay? We're risking a lot of things with this habit of yours,"

"Here we go again......huh, you're such a mood killer," and just like that, Andrew leaped out of Russell and the ginger's body flopped right then and there at their driveway, "don't talk to me, go take care of him if you want, saint,"

"You're being dramatic, Andrew. Remember, shit starts from Day 1 again since you failed to hold your impulse. One more failure and I will inform Dr. Maurer that you need a full-time professional help to solve that growing itch in you,"

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That Sark Enterprises story was my post #100 but then I also lost the ability to chat with others?? Way to go Tumblr. You really outdone yourselves with this ban

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Sark Enterprises: Glauber, E.

Late at night several hundred miles away from New York City, an old man step out from an SUV driven by a black-haired woman in a power suit

"Mr. Glauber, please, follow me,"

As they entered the basement, the pitch-black glass chamber illuminated by the light paneling on its top side to reveal a shirtless man standing firmly in the middle of it

"Is it up to your order, sir? You can check it through this magnifier system so you don't have to touch it yet,"

The frail old Glauber walks himself closer to a podium where he can check the fine details of the man standing in the chamber. He zoomed in on the perfectly manicured nails, the almost fully-shaved body as hairy bodies tend to gross him out, the perfect set of 8 abdominal muscles that prominently supported the broad pectoral muscle he specifically ordered to be big enough to flaunt yet broad enough to make it proportional to the aesthetics that Mr. Glauber pursued. The face is exactly as he described to the sketcher, perpetual facial hair that sharpened his jaw, smooth skin with no scars whatsoever and angularity that can only be matched by the Greco-Roman statues in his art collection.

"Oh, he's magnificent, Fran. Can we start the procedure now?"

"Of course sir. You are done with all your business?"

"Yup, settled it all with David and he'll come here to get his payment too after he's done setting it all up,"

"Perfect, then please take all of your clothes off and step into the pod. I will help start the transfer process and then you can just follow my instruction,"

And with that, the 83 years old businessman stripped himself off his suit to reveal his aging, wrinkly body. He takes several deep breath before stepping into the pod just right on the corner of the room and closed his eyes as the pod closes itself and the basic yellowish light turned blue. The pod whirs to life as Fran the account manager pressed the blue button and at the same time, the light in the glass chamber also turned blue. As life sucked out of Ernest Glauber's body, the man in the middle of the glass chamber stirred to life and as his eyes blinked, he instantly smiled when he noticed that he's now looking from the center of the glass chamber. He looked to his right to the panel room where Fran gives him a thumbs up before she said

"Please step out from the glass chamber while we prepared the conditioning, Mr. Glauber,"

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While waiting, Ernest reminded himself of his choices. Navy SEAL-level physicality. Sex drives that knows no bound. Financially savvy and charmingly manipulative. Seductive voice that can lull anyone that listened to it. He's basically casting himself as a perfect human which will be foolish if not because you're not paying 250 million dollars to customize some basics. No, you want the best of the best and you are not sparing any details or deficiencies when you are presented the chance to create the new you and that's exactly what I did, Ernest thought to himself, slightly jittery to think that he might missed out on some details

"Mr. Glauber, it's ready. Please step back in to the glass chamber,"

He grabbed the robe and entered the chamber where one of the tub is filled with liquid. Fran then explained,

"There, the soaking tub is filled with the muscle conditioning liquid that will help you pull off all the feats you physically wish to do,"

"5k running no sweat, sub 3-hours marathon, ability to learn any sport quickly with minimum training, judo, silat and Brazilian jiu---"

"Yes sir, everything, please submerge yourself, it will help the muscles to do all of the demand and then we will do the mind-conditioning after that in the "sauna" chamber,"

His muscle contracted and spasmed after several minutes inside the tub, but he pulled himself through the painful ordeal.

Rather than bloating him, the special liquid acted as an agent that delivered all the necessary information needed to pull off all the feats he requested, physically. But, of course he also need the mindset and memory of all the moves so "sauna" is the next step he takes. Again, rather than an actual sauna, the steam emanated from the sauna actually infiltrated his mind with the information required to kick someone Brazilian Jiujitsu way, the workouts to maximize his glutes growth and definition, how to swing his arm for a perfect tennis serve, the physicality to swim in open water, and also the more non-physical side like the art of negotiation and persuasion during the current era of AI, techbros and influencers on the rein, the newest updates on crypto which Ernest didn't really delve into in his later stage of career as he felt like it was not his forte, the art of dating in the 21st century, and all the other request

When the session is over, Mr. Glauber stepped into a room filled with wardrobes and a table and two chairs where Fran is already waiting for him

"This is all your new info, sir. David already arranged all of this document validity and you just need to sign it,"

"Oh, okay. Hmmmmm.......Alexander Voss. Alexander Voss. Alex. Yup, sounds right," he said as he signed the paper and smiled at Fran while he extended his hand, "thank you for the service, Fran,"

"No worries, Mr. Voss. And please, select the wardrobe that suits you and we will send it to your new address. Oh, one more thing, this is the car key, Lambo, per your request. Please find whatever you want to wear for now before you leave our facility. Refrain yourselves from driving shirtless for 100 miles, okay Mr. Voss?"

"I'm a former Navy SEAL, I think that will not be a problem HAHAHA, but sure thing, Fran,"

When he finally leave the hidden compound of the secretive Sark Enterprises, the sun is up and it's already a brand new day with a brand new man charging through it

Thanks for your pictures submission and general idea! A very cool concept that I wish lived up to your standard @vindictivenerdcels

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Jeffrey is enjoying himself a bit too much this afternoon. He can't help himself though. Not only he just managed to intimidate his annoying teacher to eventually cancel his summer school program and let him graduate rather than being irrational, the 19 years old – that found himself held back a year due to skipping classes induced by his depression after his mom's passing – will also have this upcoming summer break all by himself. All thanks to the weird glitch caused by his abusive stepfather Roman that disturbed his gaming time that caused both men to be electrocuted and weirdly......body swapped. Yet, unlike Jeffrey that found himself awake in Roman's body, Roman actually remained bed-ridden and even worse, induced into coma inside his own stepson's body, unaware of the exploit that his stepson already did and about to do using his jacked physique. As for Jeffrey, well, he knows exactly what he's going to do in this beautiful weekday afternoon when the husbands are out and the missus are tucked in their houses while the kids are still in their final week of school. He's pretty sure some of those MILFs are down to be fucked by his stepdad's body by the way they are looking at Roman like a snack they want to devour if presented with a chance. Well, a chance that he will give the lucky ones he visited with none of his shirt on and his tattoos and muscles are in full display.

And if the husbands are going to have issues with it, well, none of them were USMC veteran that did MMA on the side turned private security contractors, right? He's built different, and he's not going to shy away from showing them why if they are asking for a fight.

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"Babe, how long this whole thing would take again?"

"It depends on your speed, 3 hours if we're not taking a 30 minutes break every 30 minutes,"

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"Baby, please wait up for me," pleaded Mercy to her boyfriend, Hunter, who somehow always failed to slow his pace down to wait for her as she struggled with the climb and the overall trek

Hunter turned around to see the exasperated Mercy as he sighed

"We're not even halfway done.....babe, didn't you say that you were your state's cross-country champion?"

"It was 5 years ago, Jesus Christ. Are you seriously bringing that up now?"

"Well, just thought you would be fitter.....than this,"

Mercy stared at Hunter in disbelief. Is that man for real? Yes she sprinkled up a bit about her past as she was no state champions for cross-country, but that's simply a little white lie she thought she could get away with it. Who would have thought that her current boyfriend would be crazy enough to set up a cross-country date rather than a more relaxed and comforting activity like strolling around park, hitting the new cute cafe that just opened right across their building, etc.?

Lost on her own thoughts, she just realized that Hunter is nowhere to be seen. Slightly panicked, she picked herself up and used the remnant of her energy to catch up witth Hunter. Is that man for real? Leaving her just like that in the middle of nowhere? Thankfulky, they're in a sandy area so she follows the footstep that eventually lead to the more shaded area again. At least this one is not as scorching hot as the sandy trek, and there are steps that seemingly climbed up a bit but certainly leads to somewhere. She also realized that she's getting closer to a river or water source judging from the noise around her so she takes several quick steps until she arrives to a beautiful tiny rest area right on the riverbank where Hunter is waiting for her

"Oh babe, you made it,"

"Are you out of your mind, Hunter? You just left me like that, what if I get lost?"

"Well, you're not lost now, aren't you? Yiu and your navigation skill around this wilderness, you truly are a cross-country champ, huh? Come, sit right next to me. We can chill out a bit, don't you think? The weather is just so nice,"

Well......he made a good point there, and it's nice to see him being all-approving, warmth and alluring like that. So, putting her back pack on the grass around them, she sits right next to Hunter and simply rested her head right on top of his massive shoulder

"I don't think I can walk or climb any further, babe. Can we stop it here and just go back?"

"Awww, are you sure? It's just 4 km more to the summit, you know?

"I'm actually super tired, I don't think I have it in me to finish this whole thing. Heck, I don't even know whether I can go down with my current state now,"

"What if I give you a kiss, will that help? Like this?" Hunter said as he playfully kissed Mercy's cheek. She blushed and giggled, the kiss feels ticklish and playful, something she sort of missed out from her boyfriend in the past few months as he no longer acted like this around her somehow. But the mountain seemed to also bring out some of his finest qualities that made her fall for him at first, as the playful kisses turned more purposeful and lust-induced as he started to kiss her neck and grazed his teeth on her neck between his seductive kisses as if trying to mark her. Before long, she's already lying on top of the bench with only her bra and underwear keeping her from being naked, Hunter's hands already explored all across her body with its electric touch that she just can't resist. That electric touch soon surprised her as it grabbed both of her boobs while Hunter's tongue wildly teasing right on the rim, ready to deflower her. But right when he's about to jab his tongue and lick her insides, someone screamed loudly which surprised both Hunter and Mercy.

She quickly flipped herself from the splayed position in order to try to cover herself, but then her eyes went wide when she realized it was Hunter that screamed right from the edge of the grassy riverbank, all clothed and seemingly drained trying to find her. When she turned around, the Hunter that's been teasing and seducing her already vanished into thin air, not even his snacks or his backpack left behind as only bunch of leaves and grass placed right at the same spot as the items that belonged to the impostor Hunter.

The real Hunter quickly run to her aid before she starts screaming and fully processing what just happened to her, the embrace of her boyfriend soothing and calming her as she tried to make sense of it all.

Meanwhile.....just a kilometre behind them, a 30+ years old couple found themselves intrigued to the invitation to enjoy some cooling creek water by a seemingly local young folk that knows the mountain like the back of his palm. When asked for his name, he said

"Hunter, now follow me, the water is so refreshing and I know you guys need some refreshment to reach the summit,"

The woman is a bit apprehensive about all this dipping to the creek, but he seems very trustworthy and her boyfriend already said that she got him anyway so she doesn't need to worry. Little did they know, one step into the creek and they're his to play with

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"Tck, look at you, all hard and leaking, you really want me inside of you, huh? Controlling you around and make you do all the dirty shit you accused me with? Lucky for you, I'm about to do all that and more,"

Glenn could only scream in silence as his vengeful stepson upped the ante and decided to mute him while his stepson enjoyed his time exploring Glenn's mature, hairy bull form. The camera already propped in front of him and if all goes according to his stepson's plan, this one will be an hour long video that his stepson will post in an internet forum filled by all sorts of people connected to each other due to their possession kink, and he will be the main star of the show of the video for the night. The viewers will probably assume that he's just roleplaying and yet followed along with the roleplay, but some of the more secretive one will probably lurk to his personal chat and link up with him about how well the possession process went for him and what pushed him to possess his own father

"Hmmmmm......look at this gorgeous uncut meat, imagining how you created me with this weapon as it impaled mom and seeded her sloppy pussy makes me so fucking turned on. Ooohhh yeah, here comes the flashback, fuck you're hella fit and she's one hell of a stunning chick. Where the fuck is your fleshlight so I can replicate that night when you made me?"

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As much as I enjoyed living life as my uncle, I'm not sure I'm ready to take on the responsibility to become someone's husband and father. Should I just ditch her at the altar? Fuck......what will all his friends said? The guests? Abby? Goddammit......

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This douchebag vet tried to screw my best friend Karli all night long despite her repeated rejection towards his advances. Guess trapping his soul inside Karli's body while I take his body over is a fitting punishment that will make him realize how he should treat others better or he'll face the consequences. Yes the optics sucks that the douchebag bagged the girl eventually after all, but I know it's definitely sucks even more (and terrifying) for him to be on the receiving end of his own cock and sexual drive. After all, I just found out dude has not fucked anyone for the past 6 months, no wonder he's this freaking horny. Well, as for Karli, she knows the drill and it's not like she's not into this dude, she just despised how sucks his personality has been throughout the night despite quite the appealing visual. Maybe I can convince her that I can make this dude better? Planting some good deeds and behavioral changes in him so he can be a better person after all this experience? Well, gotta let her resurface first and put his soul somewhere else then for starter

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"Yeah guys, chill, this fits just fine. Just need to adjust my arm a bit,"

"How do you like it so far?

"Oh, this is perfect. There's nothing really that can prepare me for this moment,"

"Well, more things to come,"

Charlie London and Danny. IG: @ charlielonndonuk and @ bigdannyflex

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"You are deserving of others love only when you love yourself enough, bro,"

Remember that shit you said? Well, not so easy to say that now you're no longer the sweaty, ripped Adonis anymore, don't you? Yeah, how's that love search so far since Christmas? Few replies, zero actions in bed? This must have been the longest time you have no sex whatsoever, and how's that feel, weak cunt? How is it to feel so unwanted, no matter how much love you have in you, no one reciprocates it?

Thanks for the opportunity tho. Being nice really is overrated, especially when you started to get just a bit hot, a bit above average-looking. Why bother playing it sweet and gentle while being a toxic hot douchebag really generated all the buzz? It feels like second nature now to wrap myself in your persona, a hot douchebag with no empathy to other's feeling, and really mess with all of the girls and fags that instantly beg to to wipe off my body clean with their tongue or just simply get my attention even for a short amount of time. Guess what I said in the past really ring true, I deserve all these love and admiration because fuck, I really love myself, and I know from your 3 incher pecker, you love to get a whiff too, so, please, be my guest, be my fucking muskpig

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The weight slammed down, the reverberation echoing through the gym. Kieran blinked, disoriented. One moment he was struggling with a measly 45 pounds on the bench press, the next… this. He looked down at his hands. Not his hands. These are thick, calloused, powerful. Veins snaked across his forearms like rivers on a map. He flexed, and a bicep the size of a melon bulged.

Panic fluttered in his chest, quickly overshadowed by an unfamiliar surge of confidence. He sits back up, pushing the weight away with ease. He looked around. The familiar, slightly depressing gym of the campus ini had seemingly undergone a subtle transformation. It's brighter, cleaner, and the air hummed with a different kind of energy – an energy of raw physicality.

Next to him, Daniel also sit back up with a groan that quickly morphed into a roar. He's doing the same thing - staring at his body with a mix of awe and confusion. But there's not much confusion in his eyes, more like… recognition?

"Did what?" Kieran asked, his own voice deeper, rougher than he remembered. It feels foreign in his throat. He feels like he's speaking through a megaphone.

"Dude," Daniel said, his voice a booming baritone that made Kieran jump. "Look at this! We finally did it!"

Daniel - no, Danny - flexed again, his chest rippling. "We finally look the part, man! All that work on the app... it paid off!"

App? What app? Kieran’s mind raced, trying to grasp what's happening. The last thing he remembered was messing around with that reality-bending app he found in some obscure forum. Chronivac, it said. He’d downloaded it on a whim, a late-night joke. It promised to alter reality based on user input, but he had dismissed it as some elaborate hoax. He had even drunkenly typed in his and Daniel's details and what kind of sick transformation it would be if they looked and behaved like two all-American douchebags, but he never thought this would actually happen!

Then, unexpectedly, the memories slamming into him like a tidal wave. Not memories of late-night coding sessions and rejected science fair projects. These are memories of packed frat parties, football victories, and… well, a lot of moaning and groaning from late night sexual conquests. Memories of being Kyle, the legendary party animal and Danny, the star quarterback

"Kyle, my man!" Danny clapped him on the back, nearly sending him sprawling. “Leg day next, yeah? Gotta keep these tree trunks strong.” He winked, and Kieran suddenly understood what Danny meant when he said ‘paid off’. Every woman in the gym are now looking at them, and not with the pity or disdain they were used to. No, these are looks of genuine… interest.

"Right, leg day," Kieran – no, Kyle – mumbled, trying to process the sheer audacity of what had happened. They are... them, but not them. He's still Kieran, with Kieran’s memories lurking beneath the surface, but he's also Kyle – a confident, charismatic jock with a life that seemed both incredibly appealing and terrifyingly shallow.

He feels this twinge of guilt for the life he left behind, the robotics club, the meticulously planned future. But that feeling quickly drowned out by a primal urge, a need to… dominate. It's in his blood, a fundamental part of this new, improved Kyle.

He stands up, his legs feeling impossibly strong. He looked over to Danny, this imposingly giant of a man is his best friend and also someone he really looked up to in terms of his dedication to the craft

"Let's do this," Danny said, a grin spreading across his face. Kyle sees his own reflection in the mirrored wall – messy long hair that he intended to let grow a bit more so it can become like a glorious lion mane, a chiseled jaw, and eyes that held a spark of raw, untamed energy. He smelled different too, a musky aroma that demanded attention and physique to back that up.. This is not Kieran anymore. This is Kyle Charmers, a fitting name for the charm he exudes with ease

They moved to the squat rack, drawing even more attention. A group of girls, dressed in tight leggings and sports bras, giggled and whispered as they passed. Kyle caught one of their eyes and give her a wink. She blushed and looked away, but Kyle sees the smile playing on her lips.

"See, man?" Danny said, loading plates onto the bar with effortless ease. "Chicks loves it and our bodies crave for this shit,:

Kyle swallowed, trying to reconcile the nerdy, insecure Kieran with the confident, almost arrogant Kyle. He still can sense the hum of the old Kieran in the back of his mind, the passion for circuits and code, the fear of social interaction. But the feeling is fading, replaced by the immediate, visceral thrill of being desired.

He stepped under the bar, feeling the weight settle across his traps. It's heavy, far heavier than anything he’d ever attempted before. But he didn't hesitate. He squatted, the muscles in his legs screaming in protest, but he pushed through, driven by a force he didn't understand but couldn't deny.

He stands up, the weight feeling almost light. He did it again, and again, until his legs burned and his lungs ached. Around him, the gym seemed to fade away. All that mattered was the weight, the burn, and the knowledge that he was stronger, better, more… him than he had ever been before.

After hours of intense workout, they're finally done. As they left the gym and walked towards the frat house, Kyle noticed a familiar figure sitting on a bench. It's Becca, the girl he had a crush on since freshman year. The girl who barely acknowledged his existence--- Kieran's existence. He stopped in front of her, casting a shadow over her.

Becca looked up, her eyes widening. A flush crept up her neck. "Kyle?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey, Becks," he said, his voice a low rumble. He ran a hand through his messy hair, a gesture that felt both natural and incredibly calculated. "Long time no see."

Becca stammered, "Wow, you… you look different, Kyle,"

Kyle smirked. "Yeah, we grow up after all. And....well, some things change." He leaned closer as he purposefully flexed his body a bit, the musky aroma of sweat and testosterone he exudes filling her nostrils. "So, what are you up to tonight?" He whispered seductively, almost like a predator lulling his prey with sense of safety

Becca bites her lip, her eyes flickering between his face and his chest. "Nothing much," she said, her voice breathless.

"Perfect," Kyle said, taking her hand. "How about we change that?"

As he leads her away, he glanced back at Danny, who gave him a thumbs-up and a knowing grin. Kyle grinned back. This is it. This is the life they had always dreamed of. The life they had created.

[onelinerbust]

He's still dumbfounded. Is it this easy? To gain control? To get jacked? To get everything he wanted from other people? All he needed to do is to conform to the statement in the message and accepted that as his truth?

He's tempted to not finalize the change. After all, life was not that bad. Great friendship with the World of Warcraft buddies. His livestream reached decent number. His girlfriend is a sweet girl next door he knew from ages ago and his job as a security analyst already steady enough.

But the past 12 hours of this simulation really showcased him how insane of a lifestyle he could acquire if he just let the message mold him. He saw it first-hand how easy for him to gain money with just a simple Twitter post and live worship session. How an old fag literally begged him in the locker room for his worn socks and even paid top dollar to have his jockstrap. How he fucked this hot babe under the shower even when the receptionist walked in on them after a distress call from another gymgoer yet the receptionist let it slide because he is HIM. Money is never going to be a problem when even his stink generates cash for him as he remembered how after all the cash drain he did in the span of his time at the gym, he has a pig sniffing his pits and paid him thousand of dollars for the privilege. It's intoxicating, and he didn't want it to stop as much as he missed how comfy and warm the real him lived his life.

In the end of the day, he knows the message is right. And why settle for warm cuddly life when you can get fresh, warm pussy every single day as you please, and so much more, he rationalized as his button hovered to the yes button for permanent alteration

[onelinerbust]

I already envisioned yet another lonely Valentine's day for this year, which I have not much a problem with. But to suddenly found myself in a room I did not recognize, with a reflection of a studly stranger that looked back at me, I guess the universe plotted different things for me this year

The guy is not like a 10/10 or something, more like a 7.5 or an 8 out of 10, but this kind of dude cannot be single or receive zero action on Valentine's Day. There's just no way his chiseled abs, slightly rugged look and this divine musk of a human not turn heads around, and I planned to utilize it all to my maximum pleasure. Memories of gym sessions I have no idea about and things this dude did in the past started to fill my head the longer I spent time exploring his house, his furnitures and his clothings, and it makes the whole stay as Raul feels very comfortable, like I'm actually at home and all this thing around me belongs to me

After a quick decision to pair the jeans with something casual and easy to be taken off, I opened the existing Tinder in his phone account and started looking around. What a way to get your first action on Valentine's day, huh?

Happy Valentine's Day, lovebirds. Just finished with my very own Valentine so, sorry for the delay. Have a great weekend!