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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.

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In the middle of the afternoon, Carlos was patrolling the base. The base was almost deserted, with most people off on other tasks. He walked alone, his boots echoed through the empty halls. He clutched his walkie talkie in one hand, scanning the empty surroundings

“Base Popayán clear.” he reported

“OK.” came the reply, crackling through static

He exhaled deeply, patrol duty wasn’t exciting on the best of days and this shift felt particularly boring

He walked into the restroom, unzipping his pants to take a leak. Carlos stepped to a urinal, he leaned forward slightly, his mind drifted, counting the hours left until his shift ended

Behind him, something really strange began to happen. A pool of shiny, silver liquid bubbled up from the floor, twisting and stretching unnaturally. It rose higher and higher, forming into a shape a human like figure, smooth and metallic, standing as tall as Carlos. Its faceless head tilting as if studying him

He spun around, his eyes widened in shock and his mouth opened as he came face to face with the metallic creature. It lunged its finger morphing into a sharp point that stabbed into Carlos

“Hngh!” he gasped, his eyes rolling back as he crumpled to the floor

The creature stood over him, its silvery metal skin beginning to ripple and change taking on Carlos's brown skin tone. Muscle filled out its frame, flexing and tightening until it perfectly matched Carlos’s lean athletic build. Abs and pecs took shape, flexing as the creature tested its new body

When it reached its groin, a penis began to formed identical to Carlos’s. Followed with a patch of bushy pubic hair. It grew firm, twitching and its balls pulsing

And then faceless face began to morphed, eyes, nose, lips, eyebrows, cheekbones, and jaw, all a perfect match. Finally, a black hair sprouted atop its head, gelled into the same crew cut as Carlos

He stepped towards a small mirror on the wall, checking out its new appearance. He smirked, clearly pleased with his disguise. The disguise was flawless

Then alien crouched and began stripping the unconscious officer. It pulled off the khaki shirt, then the pants, leaving Carlos in damp grey briefs clinging to his body

His expression shifted from stoic to horny. He began to mindlessly jerk off his new cock, his fingers playing with his hardened nipples

“Nnghhh…! Haaah…haaah…”

After a quick build up, the impostor ejaculated, the cum splashing onto the real Carlos's face. He slid Carlos’s damp briefs off and slipping the underwear onto himself

Piece by piece, he dressed in Carlos’s uniform: the socks, the shirt, the pants, the jacket and the boots. He adjusted the belt and straightened the shirt, checking himself once more in the mirror

He dragged Carlos’s limp body into a stall. Using a strip of cloth, he tied his hands and feet, then gagged him to keep him silent. He locked the stall and stepped back

Then walkie talkie on the counter crackled to life

“Carlos, report to Manizales base immediately!”

He straightened his body, tilting his head as if processing the command from the walkie-talkie. He rolled his neck, cleared his throat and mimicked Carlos's voice perfectly

"Yes sir!"

He stepped out of the restroom, smirking. The police base was far from clear now from enemies, but no one knew it yet… He blended in perfectly, leaving the real Carlos bound and hidden in the darkness of the bathroom stall, dead in the cold.…

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The day was slow. The lockdown had drained every ounce of motivation from me, and after enduring a couple of hours on Zoom calls that felt like an eternity, I slumped back onto my bed. The glow of Netflix played across the ceiling as I half-watched some show I didn’t even care about

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, “Package!”. I frowned, wondering who could be at my door during a lockdown

Curious and annoyed, I shuffled to the door. Standing there was a courier guy, holding a sleek box and a clipboard

“Need your signature, please.” he said

I blinked at him, groggy. “I didn’t order anything...”

He shrugged, disinterested. “Look, man, just sign it.”

Too tired to argue, I scrawled my name on the paper and took the box

“Must be sumthin’ I ordered ages ago...”

Back in the living room, I set the package on the table. It was surprisingly elegant for a delivery box: deep emerald, polished, with a faint golden shimmer in the light. The intrigue was enough to make me untie the ribbon without hesitation

Inside, wrapped in soft gold tissue paper, was a bath and grooming kit. Shampoo, soap, deodorant, a travel sized pomade, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a small bottle of mouthwash. All sleek and exuding luxury

On top of the kit was a card with gold embossed edges:

“Dear Mr. XXX,

Congratulations! You’ve been selected as one of the winners of our exclusive giveaway to celebrate the launch of our premium grooming line. These products were made especially for you. We hope they bring a life changing experience.

Sincerely,

Putra Labs Co.”

I stared at the card, confused. “What the hell is Putra Labs…”

I didn’t remember entering any giveaway, much less for something like this. But as I ran my fingers over the sleek bottles, my skepticism wavered

“Well…it’s free, right?” I said with a shrug, carrying the kit into the bathroom

For a moment, I hesitated, glancing back at my bed and the half finished episode. The products were too tempting to ignore

My reflection in the bathroom mirror showed a tired, pale face, dark circles beneath my eyes, and hair that hadn’t seen a barber in months. The thought of indulging in something luxurious for once was oddly appealing

“Alright.” I said, setting the box down on the sink

“Let’s see what this is all about...”

The shower’s cold spray hit me, washing away the lingering weight of the day. Reaching for the toothbrush first, I admired its design. The bristles felt soft against my gums as I began brushing, the toothpaste’s strange mint and tobacco flavor, surprising but pleasant

As I brushed, a tingling sensation spread through my teeth and gums, almost like a massage. I paused, running my tongue over my teeth. They felt smoother, smaller, and perfectly aligned… I leaned closer to the nearby mirror. My once uneven teeth were now straight and bright white, like something out of a commercial

“What the…”

I reached for the mouthwash next, pouring a capful and swishing it around. The liquid coated my throat with a cool, numbing sensation. I sputtered as it slowly sank, my voice register slipping up to a lighter, stern tone. Unbeknownst to me, a splash of golden yellow tan appeared around my neck as my vocal cords changed

“Okay, this is kinda weird…” my voice voice sounded unfamiliar

I moved on, grabbing the shampoo. The scent hit me first, it smelled like someone’s hair, musky, sweaty, damp, with a faint shampoo perfume and hair gel. Reeked masculinity

“Jesus…” I muttered, shaking my head. But the pull was irresistible. Weirdly enough, my cock reacted to the smell

I squirted the off white gel liquid onto my palm and began to apply it to my hair and scalp. The thick gel lathered easily in my hands, and as I massaged it into my scalp, a wave of pleasure coursed through me. My cock stirred, throbbing faintly with each stroke

I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation. My scalp tingled as my bleached hair darkened, the transformation spreading like ink through water. Thick, black strands replaced the bleached ones, as clumps of my old hair fell to the shower floor

The smell grew stronger, almost overpowering, but instead of repulsing me, it drew me in. My cock throbbed harder, the scent awakening something I couldn’t quite place

I grabbed the soap next, rubbing it across my skin. The lather spread easily, and as it sank into my body, the changes came fast. My legs thickened, muscles coiling beneath the surface as my feet shrank, the arches becoming more defined. My height dropped slightly, my frame compacting but growing denser

“Nnn…”

I watched, transfixed, as my shoulders broadened, my arms bulking with muscle. My shoulders broadened, and my arms packed on good muscles from hard training

My chest hardened into two rock like pectorals, and my nipples slightly grew while my collarbone pushed out. The beer belly sank away into a flat stomach filled with hard, sharp abs

My pale skin darkened, a warm amber tone spreading across my body as though I’d spent years under the sun

The scent of sweat and masculinity filled the air, radiating from my body. It was overwhelming, arousing, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft, guttural moan

“God…what’s happenin’ to me…”

My hands moved on autopilot, grabbing the facial wash. I grabbed the facial wash soap and applied it all over my face. Suddenly, I felt stinging sensations

I grunted as the soap began to blind me, changing my brown hazel irises into black ones. The stabbing sensations disappeared, replaced by a massaging feeling. I heard a cracking noise as my face features began to change

My jaw became defined and strong, my pointy nose flattened, and my eyes shrunk and reshaped into more almond shaped with epicanthic folds. My eyebrows darkened and reshaped into a more South East Asian look

After patting my face dry, I hardly recognized the man staring back at me in the mirror. He was someone else entirely strong, confident, with an air of authority…

“Whoa! Who… is this guy—ughh!”

Suddenly hurt sensation came from the center of my head, like someone was pounding it with a hard iron. I closed my eyes as new memories flooded in, washing away my old reality

A voice echoed in my mind, faint but persistent, like a memory tugging at the edges of consciousness

"You’ve always been this way... always…" it whispered, wrapping around my thoughts

"The face in the mirror... that’s who you are. It’s always been you, hasn’t it? Just look. Embrace it... accept it... you’re Dhuha."

The name lingered, heavy with meaning I couldn’t place. It felt strange and yet... right. As if it had always been mine, waiting to resurface. My heart thudded as the words wove themselves deeper into me, erasing hesitation with every breath

Then pain slowly faded away. Images of countless military training memories flashed through my brain, making me increasingly aroused. Subconsciously, I grabbed my penis through the towel and began to jack off

As I stroke my cock, the length and size of changing. My once pencil cock began to thicken and grew in size. The large, unkempt bush shaved away to reveal stubs of raven black pubes. My grape sized balls churned as it bulk in size. Suddenly my new cock burst immediately, flooding with cum

My old self regained consciousness for a moment. My old face appeared on my transformed body but before I could react, I ejaculated to the mirror image of my new self. And my face shifted back to new one. My hand couldn’t stop jerking, as more and more of my old self image erased from reality permanently

After regaining consciousness as my new self, I touched my face and admired my well trained body. hair. I grabbed the deodorant and put it on my armpits. Sweaty bushy hair grew, and the smell hit my nose, overwhelming and pungent

Another memory took over, completing the transformation….

"This is your scent... your body’s truth. You’ve always smelled like this. No cologne, no deodorant can mask it, not that you’d want to… You hate deodorants, remember? They’re pointless, weak… This is your smell, raw, powerful, undeniably masculine… It is the scent of an alpha man, a true force of nature... It fills every room, commands attention, demands respect… Your smell is incredible... primal. Be proud of it. Be proud of yourself…”

Drool escaped from my mouth as I nodded along the words. Then I grabbed a comb and combing my hair into an acceptable and masculine style. No more long wolf cut fem boy hairstyle

"Phew, that was a relaxing bath..." I said, stepping out of the bathroom

My room looked different. The old filing cabinets, work desk, and holiday pictures were gone, replaced by a small room with workout equipment and a small bed

Clothes were scattered everywhere, reeking excessively. My laptop and phone were gone, leaving a pair of black socks and a military hat on the bed. Uniforms hung in my small wardrobe

Someone knocked on my door, jolted me from my thoughts.

“Dhuha!” a voice called. “The admiral is here! Get your ass in gear, you’re late!”

The name rolled over me like a wave, and I knew it was mine. Dhuha Yuliandri. I belonged here

“Coming!”

I grabbed the uniform hanging in my wardrobe, slipping into it with practiced ease. Adjusting the tie. In the mirror, the man staring back wasn’t just a stranger anymore. He was me. And I was ready….

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[putransformations]

The 81st Golden Globes Awards was airing on my TV, and I was casually scrolling on my phone, not expecting anything too wild

Another boring show to fill another boring evening, I thought with a sigh. Hollywood glamor had lost its sparkle for me a long time ago

The noise was just background filler, a distraction from the dull monotony of my life. Still, something about it kept me from turning it off entirely. Maybe it was the desperate longing for some kind of color, some spark, to break through the gray

But then the camera panned to Charles Melton, and something strange started happening to me…

At first, it was nothing more than a faint tingle on my scalp and across my skin. I thought I was imagining it. But within seconds, the sensation intensified. Violent, electrifying…

My entire body convulsed as if an unseen force was trying to rip me apart from the inside out!

Then an overwhelming suction force took hold, as if an unseen hand was trying to yank my soul right out of my body! I gasped and thrashed

"Nnnnnghhhhh!!"

I dropped my phone as the sensations reached an intensifying peak. My body shook like I was on an electric chair

"H-Hello…??"

I looked around. It seemed like I was in the some kind of a void

Wait… did I just die…??

"Whoa!!"

Then suddenly, I felt myself spinning and swirling like a tornado. Yet, at the same time, I felt very light or weightless, as if I were flying at high speed

THUN!

I felt myself entering someone’s mouth, I can hear choking noises and feeling a thrashing body

"C-Charles…? Are you…?"

And, as abruptly as it began, everything went eerily still and calm…

I blinked hard, regaining my senses. I feel more human now. I can feel the weight of a body. Did I just come back to my body??

But when my eyes opened again, nothing was the same…

The air felt colder and different. Glancing around in confusion, my jaw dropped… I was at the fucking Golden Globe Awards! And I was seated right amongst the celebrity guests themselves, brushing shoulders with Hollywood's elites!

Out of the corner of my eyes, I could make out famous faces: actors, musicians, directors, and powerhouse film producers. Holy shit, is that really Ryan Gosling over there?!

I looked down at my hands, and they weren't my hands, they were stronger, more tanned

Glancing around in confusion, my jaw dropped. I was at the fucking Golden Globe Awards, surrounded by celebrities and blinding flashes from cameras!

Feeling the stiff tightness around my collar, I suppressed a reaction as the roving camera finally landed on me, putting my stunned features on full display for all the world to see

There, in the reflection of a nearby monitor, I saw an unmistakably familiar face gazing back at me. Dark, gelled back wavy locks and a pair of dreamy eyes that seemed to look straight through to my shocked core…

It couldn't be... but those features unmistakably belonged to none other than Charles Melton himself!

"Fuck…" I mouthed silently, my heart pounding as the realization hit me: I had somehow possessed Charles's body! I could feel his thoughts, his emotions, like I was living inside someone else's skin

Waves of disbelief and thrill washed over me as I continued taking in the glitz and glamour around me, wondering what this insane night had in store

And that's when I felt it. A throbbing sensation in my groin. Of course, inhabiting Charles's body meant experiencing all of his desires and urges too, right?

His cock was swelling in his bespoke tuxedo pants, and I felt a surge of arousal realizing I could use this body however I wanted…

My strange new voice came out in a husky baritone, far deeper than my own. I was fully possessing Charles's body!

As the night went on, I found myself shamelessly flirting with other celebs and models, both male and female. His arousal mixed with mine was building rapidly, and I knew I couldn't hold back much longer… I snuck away to a secluded corner and stroked my fingers through Charles's thick, gelled wavy hair, only getting more turned on

I needed a moment to myself, so I excused myself and made my way to the restroom. The bathroom was luxurious, with gleaming marble and gold fixtures. I needed a moment to myself, so I excused myself and made my way to the restroom

The bathroom was luxurious, with gleaming marble and gold fixtures. I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, taking a deep breath

Looking in the mirror, I saw Charles's face staring back at me, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and excitement. I ran my hands over his chiseled jawline, feeling the stubble beneath my fingertips. It was surreal, touching someone else's face and feeling it as my own

"What the hell is happening to me…"

"This is insane..."

I slowly unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket and shirt, revealing his toned chest. His skin was smooth and warm to the touch

I traced the lines of his muscles, feeling the firmness beneath my fingers. My heart raced as I explored his body, every touch sending waves of pleasure through me

"Damn, Charles, you're built like a god…" my hands roaming over his chest and abs

"I can't believe I'm feeling all of this..."

I unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down, revealing his growing erection

“Ohooo… hell yeah baby!”

His cock was thick and hard, pulsing with need. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling the heat and the throbbing pulse. I stroked him slowly, savoring the sensation of his arousal

"Fuckk… this feels so good…" I groaned, leaning head back. I spread my legs slightly, giving myself better access

I continued to stroke him, increasing the pace as my own arousal grew. The mirror reflected my every movement, adding an extra layer of excitement

"God… hahaha, can't believe I'm doing this…" I panted, my breath coming in ragged gasps

"This is so… unfff…fucking hot!”

I could feel the tension building, the pleasure intensifying with each stroke. My breath came in ragged gasps as I neared the edge. With a final, powerful stroke, I came undone, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm

"Goddamn!" I cried out

"Fuck, that was incredible... I can't believe I just did that, hehe”

Panting, I leaned against the sink, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. I looked at my reflection, Charles's face flushed and satisfied. I rub my face and feeling his face features and then feeling the thick of his wavy hair. And shove my fingers to my nose. The smell… his pheromones… so good…

I wink at my own reflection “I’m fucking Charles Melton now! Hahaha”

It was truly a fantasy I never expected and wanted to end!!

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Arm opened his front door to find a package waiting on the doorstep. He grinned as he picked it up, knowing it was the robot toy he had ordered from Putra's Lab online shop. As a collector, he was always on the lookout for unique pieces, and this one had caught his eye with its strange, cyberpunk aesthetic design

He hurried to his room, eager to unbox his new toy. Inside, instead of the sleek robot figure he expected, he found a strange ball shaped toy, slightly larger than a tennis ball. He furrowed his brow and picked up the manual, but the instructions were a confusing mess of technical jargon…

“Connect the device to a high frequency neural interface using a Type A6 quantum entanglement cable… Huh? The hell does that mean?? ...and then adjust the synaptic resonance frequency to match the user's bio signature… which one is the Type A6 quantum cable?? What?”

Feeling frustrated, Arm tossed the manual aside and turned his attention back to the ball, trying to figure out how to activate it himself. He accidentally switched a small plug under the ball and little did he know, the ball was already active, silently scanning him with an invisible holographic laser

It locked onto his head, downloading everything about him, from his personality, physical appearance, his memories, desires, and secret wishes. Arm has a big crush on Ken, his senior at work, which stood out among his thoughts. He had admired Ken from afar, always having horny thoughts about him but he was kind of upset knowing that Ken was already in a committed relationship with someone more successful than him

After several failed attempts to get the toy to work, Arm grew irritated. "This is not working at all! What a piece of crap!" he tossed it into the trash bin by his desk. “Fuck, I got scammed by this shop I might as well write a bad review of this shit!”

Just then, his phone ping suddenly with notifications. He picked it up and read the message. It was from his coworker:

"Hey Arm! Are you free tomorrow? If not, could you still join me for lunch meeting?? You’re from Marketing, and almost everyone in your department turned me down... 😞😒 I really need someone from your team, or I’m in serious trouble!! Don’t worry, I’ll cover your meal! Please!"

“Free food, ha? Hehe, Sure why not.” he said, his mood instantly lifted. He hoped that Ken would be there

That night, while Arm slept, suddenly the robot ball sprang to life. It extended small spider-like legs and unfurled tiny wings, silently escaping his room and then the house

The next day, Arm arrived at the lunch gathering, so thrilled to see Ken actually there, he tried to keep his composure and masked his nervousness

"Sawatdeekhub (Hi) P-Ken!" Arm began, trying to keep his tone casual. "How's it going? How’s the uhhh, project coming along?"

Ken smiled, his face open and friendly. "Not bad. A bit swamped with work, but the project went well.. It got approved by the CEO, so it’s all set for launch next month. Should be an interesting meeting.."

"Oh wow, that’s great!"

Arm forced a grin, doing his best to hide the sinking feeling in his chest. 'He’s probably getting promoted...' Arm thought. 'New project, new responsibilities, maybe even a different floor...'

The idea of not seeing Ken around as much made him heart broken and upset...

"Really happy for you! Sounds like big things are happening" He gave a short laugh.

"It’s always nice running into you..."

Ken chuckled, "Yeah, same here, haha. We’ll have to grab a coffee sometime, catch up properly..."

As they chatted casually, both of them completely unaware, that the small robot ball hovered nearby carefully observing them

Suddenly, Ken blinked in confusion, he felt a strange sensation in his head, like something was probing his head. His body jolted slightly, he squeezed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, trying to shake off the dizziness and the strange sensation. Arm noticed his discomfort

"P-Ken? Are you alright?"

Ken nodded, adjusting his glasses but still he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

"Yeah, just a little headache. I haven’t gotten enough sleep lately so… it’s nothing."

He had no idea that the robot ball was downloading every detail of Ken. The holographic laser intensified, expanding to cover Ken’s entire body, from his head down to his shoes

The robot scanned and copied every inch of him: his facial features and structure, skin texture, his hair, muscles, his voice, even his scent profile. Once the scan was complete, the ball silently retreated and flew back to Arm’s room.

There the ball expanded itself and became a humanoid robot with a white metallic surface. It looked exactly what Arm expected

The eyes of the robot flickered to life, glowing with a blue light. And another blue light also appeared on its crotch area

“Robot Putra activated.” it announced in a robotic voice

“Processing data... Scanning. Copying data... Activation complete.”

Schwiiiiing

At first the metal surface smoothed out, gradually taking on the texture and color of warm tanned skin, making it look like a faceless human with a skin. Then the robot’s legs shifted, reshaping themselves into human limbs, complete with knees, calves, and feet

The torso followed next. Bulky pecs and a thick abdomen emerged, perfectly mimicking Ken’s torso

The thick pecs flexed and bounced, as if testing its strength, while the arms extended, forming into thick biceps and forearms. The hands were the last to shape, each finger stretching out until it resembled a human grip

Then came the head. Slowly, Ken’s face pushed through the metallic surface, one by one his features, eyes, eyebrows, lips, jaw, a nose taking form on the blank slate

The once bald scalp sprouted hair, styled exactly like Ken’s hair. A brief puff of steam hissed from the hair carrying Ken’s natural hair scent. Even the groin area took shape, a perfectly sculpted Ken’s penis hung, semi-hard and ready

The glowing blue light in its eyes dimmed and morphed into a more human gaze, identical to Ken's, right down to the glasses that materialized on its face and his stud earrings

Then the robot raised its arms, and another cloud of steam puffed from its armpits, spreading the natural musky scent of Ken’s body. The robot tried to speak, but its voice sputtered a jumbled mix of robotic tones and human speech, before finally settling into an exact replica of Ken’s voice...

It ran its hands over its new body and hair and feeling the skin, the muscles and pausing to sniff its own pits

Without a second thought, the clone walked over to Arm’s closet, casually grabbed a pair of boxers, and slipped them on. It looked tight and too small for him but he knew Arm has a kink of swapping clothes, especially underwear

He waited, lying on Arm's bed. Then Arm opened his door and the sight just made him freeze in place, shocked. ‘Ken’ smiling at him as if nothing was wrong

“Ken…?? I-I thought I just saw you at the office…”

Arm was voice shaky and confused. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. But it was too real to be a mistake…

‘Ken’ smile grew wider, almost like it knew exactly what Arm was thinking. “Arm… hi!” it said, in Ken’s exact voice.

“Babe, I’ve been waiting for you.”

“W-Who are you??!” Arm stepped back and his heart raced

This couldn’t be real! His head was telling him to walk away, but his body, his feelings, were saying no. ‘Ken’ stood up and moved toward Arm. His eyes stayed locked on his, and Arm’s pulse quickened. When it reached out and gently touched Arm’s shoulder, it felt warm, just like Ken’s touch had been. Arm shuddered,

“I’m the robot that you bought a few days ago. And I’m here to fulfill your desire…”

“But how... how is this happening??”

‘Ken’ smiled. “Well, I’m actually a sex robot. I could be anyone that you want. And I’m here to give you what you’ve always wanted…” he said, “And you’ve been dreaming for this moment to happen, right?”

Arm’s boxer that he wore bulged and soaked with a pre cum, Arm’s eyes widened looking at his boxer but turned on at the same time. It felt too real to be a dream, but too surreal to be reality

Arm’s breathing quickened, his body responding before his mind could catch up. ‘Ken’ grabbed his hand and put it on his chest, Arm had always been attracted to Ken’s bulging thick pecs. It felt warm and real, he could even feel his heartbeat

‘Ken’ smirked at him and raised his eyebrow. Then he leaned in, brushing his lips against Arm’s in a slow kiss… It was gentle at first, but soon became more intense, more demanding and sloppy

“Arm,” he whispered against his lips, “I know what you want… and let me fulfill it for you.”

His hands unbuttoned Arm’s shirt, his cock hardened, pressing against Arm’s crotch. Arm gasped as he felt ‘Ken’s bulge against him, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He could feel the clone’s heartbeat, his pulsating penis. Arm knew it wasn’t real, but it felt so close to the truth that he couldn’t stop himself. ‘Ken’ pulled Arm closer, guiding him toward the bed

Arm's mind screamed at him to stop, but the rest of him didn’t care anymore. He wanted this… no, he needed it! As they fell onto the bed, Arm felt himself give in, the clone’s touch pushing all his doubts aside

“Oh babe, you look so fucking hot and I’m here to fulfill your every desire…”

‘Ken’ moaned then his eyes glowed a blue light, and his lips trailing down from Arm’s cheek to pubis area. Arm was hit by ‘Ken’s strong musk

Arm knew it wasn’t real, but at that moment, it didn’t matter… He let himself give in to the fantasy, unable to resist the pull of what he thought he could never have. What a great toy he ever purchased!

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“Grainger… Michael.”

The voice was unfamiliar with a thick accent that butchered his name

“Who the hell are you?!”

Mike spun around, clutching the towel at his waist. His heart raced. Standing just a few feet away was a man naked just like him watching him intently

“What the—how did you even get in here!!” Mike barked, his mind scrambling

His eyes darted around the room, trying to piece together how this man had gotten in. The shower room was part of a restricted military facility and secured. No one was supposed to be here, let alone a man he didn’t recognize

The stranger smirked. He looked smaller than Mike but carried himself like he wasn’t the least bit worried. He said something in Chinese, his tone mocking, “Calm down, American. Is this how you welcome a guest? How very rude of you.”

Mike’s stomach dropped. He didn’t need to understand the words to know this guy wasn’t friendly. His instincts kicked in, and he dove for his locker, yanking it open to grab his gun. But before he could reach it, the man moved fast

“HELP!” Mike yelled, hoping someone would hear, but the sound of his voice just echoed back at him. He swung a fist at the intruder, landing a solid hit on his jaw

Nothing. The guy didn’t even flinch

“Shit!!”

Zhao smiled, almost like he was enjoying this. Mike tried again, throwing his weight into another punch, but Zhao side stepped it and grabbed his wrist. Before Mike could react, he was slammed onto the cold tile floor

“Pathetic.”

Mike gritted his teeth, struggling to push the guy off

“What do you want?!”

Zhao didn’t answer. Instead, he reached into his ass and pulled out a small device, no bigger than a pack of gum. It was a chip device thingy. He pinned Mike down with one hand and pressed the device into Mike’s palm

“What the!” Mike shouted, trying to twist away

And the device clicked

Before Mike could react, the device activated. A searing jolt of electricity surged through his body. His muscles locked up, his scream caught in his throat. The stranger’s body convulsed too, but his expression remained focused

Suddenly, a strange glow emanated from their foreheads, green from Zhao, blue from Mike. The glowing orbs seemed to ripple and pulse before detaching, moving toward each other

Mike’s eyes widened as the green light sank into him. At the same time, the blue light left his body and disappeared into Zhao

“No!! Stop!”

Mike shouted, his voice trembling. He felt like his mind was being yanked out of his body. A second later, everything went black

When Mike came to, he was on the floor, gasping for air. But something was wrong. His hands… his muscles… his hair… it wasn’t his

He looked up and saw his own face staring back at him. The stranger was standing there, wearing Mike’s body like a new suit

“What… what the hell did you do?!”

Mike’s voice cracked—but it wasn’t his voice. It was unfamiliar and panicked

Zhao in Mike’s body took a deep breath, steadying himself. He adjusted his posture, rolling his shoulders as if testing out his new form. A smug grin spread across his face as he looked down at his hands (Mike’s hands)

“I knew it will work!” he said in perfect English

The door burst open, and a group of soldiers stormed in, guns drawn

“What happened?!” one of them barked

Zhao in Mike’s body straightened up. “Sir! There was an intruder! He somehow breached the perimeter.” he said, pointing to Mike, now stuck in Chinese man’s body

“I don’t know how the hell he got in, but I stopped him.”

The soldiers glanced down at the naked, disoriented man

Mike tried to speak, but the words came out in frantic Chinese.

“No! Wait! Thats—That’s not me! I’m Mike!”

The soldiers didn’t understand him. One of them grabbed his arms and pinned him down against their strength

“Take him to holding!” the commander ordered

“Yes sir!” another soldier said, rushing out

Mike thrashed, shouting in Chinese, but it was no use. They dragged him away, his shouts echoing down the hall

“No!! That’s not me! I’m Mike! He’s the intruder!!”

Mike’s cries grew desperate as he was dragged away. Zhao fully in Mike’s body watched with a smug expression

“You alright?” one of the soldiers asked him.

“Yeah..” Zhao said, “Thanks for showing up you guys came in the right time.”

“Next time, don’t shower alone. Can’t believe you took that guy on by yourself.”

“Yeah” he nodded

His new, all-American white cock was twitching and excited the whole time. He was ecstatic about how he managed to pull off Mike's identity in front of everyone

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Once the room was finally empty, Zhaoleaned himself on the mirror with a satisfied smile catching admiring his reflection. He ran his fingers through his blond hair, flexed his much bigger and muscled pecs and smiled darkly. He picked up the device, popped it into his mouth

He glanced down at his new, hard, and excited cock

“Guess I’ll take care of this first~” he said with a chuckle before stroking his new cock

[putransformations]

A halloween special story from me!

Syaiful was in the middle of workout at the gym. His muscled arms glistened with sweat as he finished a set of bicep curls, feeling the pump in his biceps and triceps. Every rep made his muscles bulge, veins popping from the strain... And when he finished, he moved on to deadlifts, focusing hard on each lift just like he always used to. As he lost in his workout, hovering above him was a creature unlike any he'd seen before... It was the size of his head, its wings beating in a blur and its eyes like shiny obsidian. It glowed with a blue light

As Syaiful braced for another lift, the creature drifted closer, as he looked up, just in time to see it hovering inches from his face.

"What the..."

When his eyes widened and locked onto the creature's blue eyes, his body jolted and tensed and froze... then his eyes rolled back, their whites turning the same eerie blue. The deadlift bar slipped from his grasp, dropping to the floor with a loud clang. Syaiful's shocked expression faded, replaced by a blank, unfocused stare... Slowly, he straightened up and as if under a trance, began to follow the creature out of the gym...

And strangely, no one else seemed to notice the creature or the shift in Syaiful's behavior. He walked in a daze through the gym, oblivious to curious glances as he pushed open the exit door. Outside, he crossed the street without looking, narrowly missing an oncoming motorbike. The driver yelling angrily as he hit the pavement, bu Syaiful didn't flinch, his gaze fixed on the creature leading him to an abandoned factory.

After what felt like an endless walk, he arrived at an abandoned factory somewhere secluded part of the town... Inside, about fifteen men stood, all ages no younger than 20 year olds, and builds, each with their own blue glowing creature. They swayed gently, mouths opened, eyes rolled back... hums and low moans filling the space. The scent of sweat and musk filled the space. Syaiful was the largest among them.

"Take off all your clothes"

A voice echoed, resonating from the largest creature, the queen. In unison the men nodded, their eyes flashing blue, moving with robotic obedience as they stripped down. Their bodies exposed, their penises hanging heavy between their thighs. The creature’s glow intensified as it seemed to study each man, then they shrank slightly, and then suddenly launching straight at each man’s face with a force, including Syaiful's...

He tried to scream, but his body wouldn’t obey.. But instead, his mouth opened. Syaiful's eyes widened as the creature’s essence surged through him. His muscles tensed, veins glowing blue as a strange mix of pain and pleasure hit him...

“Unghhh…”

Syaiful moaned as his body writhed, gasping as his head thrown back and his eyes glowing blue again. The sensation was almost unbearable... an intense throbbing pleasure sensations that spread to every inch of him, finally centering in his groin. His penis sprang to life, hardening.. thickening.. and his phallus head throbbing as his entire penis shifted shape and size, morphed into a monster sized cock. His balls tightened, glowing blue. He couldn't take it anymore, as he came with a loud roar... shot ropes of luminescent cum splashed on the floor and his thighs, abs and his lips. The scent of his release filled the air intoxicating him more...

Around him, the other men went through the same ritual, their grunts and groans filling the air as they stroked their glowing and growing cocks, releasing their luminescent puddle of loads onto the floor and their bodies. The scent of sex and sweat was overpowering...

Then the creature slithered across Syaiful's face, its movements visible just beneath the skin, tracing a path around his skull before finally settling deep inside his brain. His head pulsed with a strange blue light, glowing faintly then bluish wisp of smoke rose from his hair, like steam from a kettle. His eyes squeezed shut, and his tense body fell slack, his head drooping, arms limp at his sides...

After a few seconds, he slowly raised his head again, eyes still closed. When he opened them, they glowed with an intense blue light before flickering back to a blank, human gaze. For a moment, his irises rolled to pure white, then gradually returned to their normal color, settling back into place..

A low, gurgling voice escaped his lips, rough and alien. He cleared his throat, rolling his neck with a crack as his voice smoothed, shifting to sound like himself again..

“Syaiful... errghmmm... is no longer... alone...”

He smirked, an unsettling satisfaction in his eyes as he ran a hand over his arms, feeling his solid muscles as if for the first time. He ran his hands over his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles and the sweat on his skin, enjoying the strength coursing through him. He lifted his arms, sniffing his armpits, inhaling the scent of his sweat... It was intense, warm musky, and laced with the creature's pheromones.

His cock twitched, still hard, still glowing. He ran a hand over his short hair, rubbing it, before bringing his fingers to his nose, inhaling deeply. The scent was overwhelming, and to his surprise, it turned him on so much that he felt his cock throb, still rock hard. He let out a soft, "Fuck...." as he came again.

Around him, the other men had undergone the same transformation, each one’s eyes carrying the same unnatural glow. They moved in sync, all possessed, their bodies filled with the creatures’ essence. The other man watched Syaiful with a hungry look in his eyes, his penis twitching excitedly.

"Damn... that's hot..."

Syaiful nodded, breathing heavily, a satisfied grin on his face. "This new body is fucking incredible..." he said, looking down at his glowing cock. The other man licked his lips. Suddenly, a booming voice echoed through the factory.

“Gentlemen, the takeover is complete. These humans are now ours... We must spread our seed, infect every men we can...”

Excitement hummed in the air as the men all smiled, nodding in unison.

“Take over and control the humans...” Syaiful muttered, his voice now mingling with the others as they set out into the night, ready to carry out their orders.....

[putransformations]

Bangkok October 2024

"Morning, my bear~" a soft voice whispered in Aim's ear, pulling him gently from sleep. He blinked his eyes open, groggy but comforted by the sight of Shan, his fiancé, smiling at him. Aim couldn’t help but smile, even though he still felt groggy… He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and leaned in, planting a sleepy kiss on Shan’s cheek. He had been up for a while, preparing breakfast like he always did.

"Go freshen up, and I'll get our running stuff ready!" he grinned, already in his running gear, eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'll get our stuff ready for the race."

Aim groaned internally. “The race…” Today was the Bangkok Race Day, a marathon Shan had been pestering him to join for weeks. Aim had finally caved, not because he wanted to, but because he couldn’t say no to that smile of him. Plus, it wasn’t just about the race, it was about showing up for Shan and his friends. He loved him that much…

Dragging himself out of bed, Aim glanced in the mirror. He wasn’t feeling great today… He’d gained a few pounds over the past couple months, and the thought of running in front of thousands of people made him cringe. Still, love had a way of making him do things, even when he didn't feel up for it… 

He squeezed himself into his running gear, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to his round, chubby frame. “Great…” he thought. He felt like a stuffed sausage… but his excitement was contagious. He wanted to make him happy…

“This is going to be torture…”

They arrived at the event by 6:15 AM, and the place was already  buzzing with energy. The crowd was massive, music blaring from speakers as people stretched and warmed up. Shan was already in his element, chatting with his friends and snapping some Instagram stories. 

Aim, on the other hand, felt a bit out of place... He scanned the sea of toned, lean, and muscular bodies, feeling like the odd one out. Don’t get him wrong, Shan loved him just the way he was, but Aim couldn’t help but wish he looked more like those guys…

"Babe, you alright??" Shan's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

Aim forced a smile. "Yeah, yeah… Let’s do this!" he said, taking his hand as they lined up at the start.

The first few hundred meters were fine. Aim managed to keep pace, though Shan was always a few strides ahead. But it didn’t take long for reality to hit… His breath started to come in sharp, ragged gasps, his heart pounded like it was about to burst out of his chest, and his vision started to blur…  They hadn’t even reached the 500 meter mark yet, and Shan had already disappeared into the crowd ahead…

"Haah... haah... I... I can't..." he gasped, stumbling to a halt. He bent over, his hands on his knees, Aim’s breath came in painful, ragged bursts…  Sweat dripped into his eyes, stinging them, and everything around him seemed to blur. 

“No... not like this..” His chest tightened as the world around him faded. 

"Sh… Shan..." he tried to call out, but his voice came out in a whisper. "Shan… w-wait! For me..." 

And then, everything went black…

The last thing he heard before everything faded was a woman’s voice yelling for help.

Aim's eyes fluttered open slowly. His head throbbed, and his chest still ached. Something warm and wet was licking his cheek, nibbling on his ear. 

It tickled, pulling him out of his daze. Confused, he blinked and looked around… He wasn’t on the street anymore. Instead, he found himself lying in a strange room. 

"Huh...?" He blinked, looking around in confusion. The walls were a shade of emerald green, there were odd statues laying around, ancient looking paintings on the walls, and strange artifacts decoration. It felt like he’d stumbled into some kind of gothic vampire mansion… 

"What the... Shan!!" he called out, panic rising in his chest. 

Suddenly, a soft meow made him jump, and he scrambled backward, noticing the orange cat that had been licking his face. 

"A cat??"

Aim's heart pounded as he took in the room again. The vibe is just off… The cat sat there, staring at him intently. Aim could feel something wrong about this whole situation, like the air was charged with something mysterious.

“Please let this be a dream, please, please, please!!” Aim squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to wake up, but when he opened them, nothing had changed.

“There’s nothing you can do Aim, hahaha. You’re stuck here with me…” a voice suddenly echoed in his mind. Aim’s breath hitched.

“The cat just talks??” 

Before Aim could react, the room filled with a thick, swirling white smoke. His breath hitched as panic gripped him, and he pressed himself against the wall, eyes wide with fear. The smoke clouded his vision, and through the haze, a figure slowly emerged.

In its place stood a man, a tall, imposing figure. He had a broad, muscular frame, every muscle of his chiseled and defined as if he was sculpted from a marble. He wore nothing but a loose, white doctor’s coat and leathery pants that hugged his body perfectly. He had deep scars around his chest and abs, giving him an unsettling look. His dark hair fell over his forehead, and his lips curled into a dangerous grin.

“No way…” Aim gasped, staring up at the man in disbelief. “The... the demon cat...”

“Of course!” the man chuckled, his deep voice dripped with amusement. 

Aim’s mind raced... He'd heard urban legends about a demon cat that could eat human’s souls when they met him. He was a vengeful young doctor who had made a deal with the king of the underworld, Mara. Aim had never believed those stories. They were just ridiculous tales... 

“Putra…”

“You didn’t expect to meet me like this, did you?” the demon cat sneered.

"Don’t worry, I’m not here to eat your soul or anything like that. Those rumors are so overblown…”

Aim’s heart pounded as the man approached, his towering frame casting a shadow over him. There was something alluring about him, something Aim couldn’t tear his eyes away from despite the fear gnawing at his gut.

“I’m here to help you." Putra said, crouching down to meet Aim’s wide eyed stare. 

"W-What do you mean??" Aim stammered.

The demon sneered, rolling his eyes. “Don’t you want to be with your fiancé again? I mean, you really screwed up back there, didn’t you?”

Aim’s heart twisted. He wanted nothing more than to be back with Shan, to feel his arms around him again. 

“You should’ve told him you weren’t feeling well this morning. You couldn’t run, Aim. You shouldn’t have pushed yourself...”

Aim felt a surge of guilt. He knew Putra was right. He should’ve been more  honest and open, but he didn’t want to disappoint him. He had forced himself to run despite knowing his limits. Now... was it too late?

“Heh, let me show you something.” Putra said, and with a wave of his hand, the massive TV screen in the room flickered to life. Aim’s blood ran cold as he saw what was playing, his own funeral…

He watched in horror as his mother and siblings cried, his friends looking on somberly. But then, there was Shan… heartbroken, sobbing uncontrollably sitting near to his coffin. Seeing him like that made Aim’s heart shattered. His tears started to well up as he screamed at the screen, “Shan!! I’m here!! I’m over here!!” But no one could hear him.

Aim collapsed to his knees, his chest tight with anguish. “Please, I don’t want it to end like this!!” he sobbed uncontrollably.

Putra sighed, watching Aim's breakdown with a mix of pity and amusement. “It’s too late, Aim. You’re dead… And you’ve been here for a year.”  

“But I can help you... if you want to go back~” he added.

"A year?" Aim’s mind couldn’t wrap around the concept. There was no way he’d been gone for that long. To him, it felt like only ten minutes had passed. As the screen flickered back to life, showing his coffin on the verge of being cremated, the numb expression on his fiancé face was like another painful shot to Aim’s heart. He could see the deep sadness, the longing in his eyes, breaking him.

“No… no! Please!” Aim’s voice cracked, tears streaming down his face. “I want to go back!! I need to be with Shan!! It can’t end like this, not like this!!”

Putra’s wicked smirk curled wider, his eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction. Soon, the moment he had been waiting for was about to happen. 

“Sure. I can make you go back to life..” he said, his voice mixed with mock sympathy. “But as you already know... I can’t put you back in your old body. You wouldn’t want to return to Shan looking like a burned, deformed corpse, right?” His grin widened, teasing Aim with the harsh reality.

Aim’s heart sank. "Then how can I get back? Isn’t there any way? You’re a demon! Can’t you do something?!"

Putra sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "Ckckckck… easy now." His voice dripped with amusement. "My powers are… let’s say… limited. I can’t make a new body that looks exactly like yours. But…" His grin turned sharp, his eyes glinting wickedly. 

"I can find you a new body~" Putra's grin widened, more menacing now. Aim felt an instinct that this was going to get twisted fast.

"How??" 

Putra chuckled under his breath, his fingers lazily waving at the screen, which flickered and shifted to a new image. There, they saw a man, lean, athletic, and effortlessly handsome. He was sitting in an office, busy typing away on his laptop, looking like someone who had everything going for him.

"He’s pretty…" Aim whispered, unable to hide the slight admiration in his voice.

"Indeed he is." Putra replied "In case you didn’t know, this guy was Shan’s crush back in college."

Aim’s eyes widened. “Shan’s college crush??” He had never heard about this guy before. How could Shan have kept something like this from him. Putra, always the instigator, chuckled at Aim’s confusion.

"Even while you two were together," Putra added, "Shan still harbored feelings for him. Not that he’d ever tell you that, of course...”

Aim’s chest tightened. The weight of betrayal, or at least the feeling of it, pressed on his heart. “How could Shan keep something like this from me?”

 He felt a wave of defeat wash over him, mixed with the bitter sting of jealousy. But still… If this was the only chance to get back to Shan, would it be worth it? 

“Are you… are you really going to put me in his body?” Aim asked, he was terrified and uncertain, yet part of him felt tempted.

“Exactly!” Putra’s eyes lit up, as if the idea thrilled him. “Don’t you want that? This is the only way I can bring you back to Shan.”

Aim hesitated, his mind flooded with doubts. He didn’t want to look like someone else, especially not like Shan’s old crush... But the idea of seeing Shan again, of being with him, he couldn’t deny how tempting it was.

"So, what’s the deal? Do I have to let you eat my soul or something?" Aim asked, trying to sound brave, though his voice was kind of shaky.

Putra laughed. "No, no, no. Oh, no. I don’t want your soul. Watch this!" 

Putra reached into the screen as if it were made of water. His fingers stretched out, gripping the man’s head while he was still sitting at his desk. The guy jerked in his chair, his mouth falling open in a silent scream, his eyes widened in shock. Then, with a single yank, Putra pulled him out of the screen and into their room.

"What the…" Aim gasped, frozen in shock.

The man stood before them, his body convulsing as he tried to regain awareness. When he finally came to, his wide eyes darted around the room in panic. 

"Where… where am I?!" 

Putra stood over him, smiling that same unsettling smile, his eyes gleaming with amusement.  Aim’s heart raced as the reality of what was happening hit him.

“No way…” Aim whispered, watching as the impossible became real before his eyes. 

"Oh hushh…" Putra said dismissively to the shocked and confused man, his face pale with terror. 

"So…" Putra continued, turning his attention back to Aim, "Do we have a deal here?" 

His voice was soft yet sinister and he looked deep into Aim’s eyes. The weight of the choice pressed down on him… He hesitated, but after a long moment, he nodded.

"Perfect!!" Putra’s eyes lit up with twisted excitement. "This is exactly what I’ve been waiting for! Hahaha!"

"Wait… W-What are you gonna do to me!!?" the stranger cried out, his voice shaking with fear. "Take me back! Who the hell are you people!!?"

Putra flicked his wrist, and a crowbar appeared in his hand. Without warning, he gave a single, swift wave at the man’s back. The stranger gasped in horror as his clothes were sliced clean off his body, leaving him completely naked and exposed. 

Then, in swift motion, Putra sliced the man’s back open with clean precision, the cut clean and perfect, like opening a door… The stranger convulsed, a moan of pleasure escaped his lips. His eyes widened in shock, half in terror, half in involuntary lust…

"Take off all your clothes and step inside your new body…" Putra ordered, as he gestured to the paralyzed man in front of him. The man’s body trembled, frozen in place, though his cock was already leaking pre cum. His expression wavered between fear and a sort of pleasure, as if he was both horrified and seduced by the demonic magic overtaking him.

"Please... please, don’t do this..." the man whimpered, looking directly at Aim.

Aim stood for a moment, unsure and equally terrified  if he could really go through with this… But then, the thought of Shan somehow overpowered his doubts. Slowly, he began to strip off his clothes, until he was completely exposed. There was no turning back now…

He approached the man’s body, the grotesque opening in his back still glowing faintly from Putra’s magic.

"Are you sure this will work??" Aim asked, glancing nervously at Putra one last time.

Putra rolled his eyes dramatically. "Yes! Now come on!" he urged, growing impatient.

Aim sighed, then slowly lifted one leg and carefully stepped into the man’s back. As his foot slid inside, a slimy warmth enveloped him…  The sensation sent a shudder through his body, it felt strangely good, like almost pleasurable, despite how disturbing the act was…

The man jolted and moaned loudly, his body reacting to Aim’s intrusion with an intensity that sent waves of lust through both of them. Aim felt the man’s skin tighten around his leg as he fully stepped inside, adjusting his feet to match the man’s form.

He then slid his cock into the man’s, like slipping into a perfectly snug sheath. The sensation was overwhelming… 

“Ohhh…” both of them moaned in unison as their penises connected. Aim’s eyes rolled back as pleasure coursed through him. Their penises throbbed, splashing cum across his thighs, chest, and the floor beneath them like a big puddle. Then the natural musk of the man’s body hit Aim’s nose, and he found himself drooling, unable to resist the smell… 

"Fuckk... you smell so good…" Aim whispered, feeling his control slipping as his body was overtaken by pleasure.

The man whimpered softly, his voice tinged with despair. "Please… g-get out of my body… Stop this…" His pleas were useless. Aim was going to possess him, no matter what.

Next, Aim slid both of his arms into the man’s skin, flexing the lean, athletic muscles as they enveloped his own. He felt the man’s power, his strength, merging with his own being. The scent from the man’s armpits hit him again, the reek musk driving Aim wild with lust.

"Fuckk… this is so fucking hot…" Aim repeated, his voice hoarse with desire. He couldn’t help himself, he began to explore the man’s body, feeling the tight lean abs, and his defined muscles. His hands found the man’s sensitive nipples, and he flicked and teasing them, causing the man to cry out in both horror and pleasure. His new body felt amazing, every inch of it sparking with sensation…

"Go on~" Putra encouraged teasingly, watching with delight and arousal at the same time.

Aim, now fully absorbed in his new body. The stranger’s eyes widened in terror.

"No! No, please!" the man begged desperately, his voice shaking.

But Aim only smiled grimly. This was for Shan… He had to do this. 

Before Aim could adjust the man’s face onto his own, Putra approached them. He then grabbed the man’s chin and forced their lips together. The man’s eyes widened in terror as a bright white light poured from his mouth. Putra sucked deeply, drawing the man’s very soul from his body in a pull. 

Then came the wet, grotesque crunching sounds of Putra consuming the man’s soul echoed through the room.

"Mmmm… delicious," Putra said, licking his lips, clearly savoring the man’s spirit.

Aim stared in awe and fear, he realized Putra really did eat souls just like the urban legend. Thank god it wasn’t his. Now, the man’s body was nothing more than a lifeless husk, a skinsuit, hollow and soulless. 

Then with a deep breath, Aim pulled the man’s head back slightly, and slid his own head inside like wearing a mask. The man’s smell coming from his hair and scalp filled Aim’s nostrils, sending him into another wave of ecstasy that triggered another intense orgasm… His penis exploded again, shooting cum everywhere as their heads merged fully.

Aim slid his tongue into the man’s mouth, adjusting it to fit his own, feeling the warmth and wet of his the man’s tongue and the saliva it dripped from their mouths. He fit the man’s teeth in place like dentures. 

Finally, he opened his eyes, blinking slowly. He felt… different. Lighter… and stronger. He looked around and saw Putra watching him, wiping drool from his lips, his face flushed red with satisfaction.

"Am… am I him now?" Aim asked, shocked to hear a different voice coming from his mouth.

Putra nodded approvingly. He snapped his fingers, and the screen wall transformed into a mirror. Aim stepped forward, eyes wide in disbelief as he saw his reflection. 

“No fucking way…”

His fingers traced over his new face, feeling the handsome features, the lean, athletic body beneath his touch. He flexed his arms, admiring the tight muscles, then stretched his cock, marveling at the new size and shape.

"This is… real. I can’t believe it!" Aim muttered, jumping slightly but stumbling in the mess of cum on the floor. 

Putra smiled, watching Aim with an amused look in his eyes. "Now, you don’t get a body like this for free, handsome…" he said, starting to remove his coat.

Aim frowned, his heart sinking. "Huh?? What… what do you mean??"

Putra smirked. "Nothing’s free here. I want a payment~"

"No!” his eyes widened, “What do you want again??" 

Putra’s smile widened. "I want to fuck you."

"Fuck me!?"

Putra stepped closer, unbuckling his pants. "If you don’t pay up, I’m afraid you’re going to be stuck here forever. And… I can make Shan forget all about you." His voice was dripping with menace.

Aim’s heart pounded. No, he couldn’t let that happen. He didn’t want to be fucked with a demon. But he had no choice…

"Be… be gentle with me," Aim whispered, hating how shaky his voice sounded.

Putra’s smile twisted slightly, though the hunger in his eyes didn’t fade. "Gentle?" he repeated, like the idea amused him. His eyes gleamed with something dark, something hungry. "I can try… but I’m not used to being gentle."

Aim’s breath caught in his throat as Putra moved closer, his presence overwhelming. but there was something about Putra that made it impossible to look away.

"You’re so... fragile…" Putra muttered, almost as if it was amusing to him. "I could break you if I wanted to." He leaned in closer, his breath cold against Aim’s skin. "But I won’t.. unless you ask~"

Aim’s heart pounded, panic mixing with something else he didn’t want to acknowledge. "Just get it over with…" he forced out, trying to keep some control.

Putra chuckled softly, the sound low and dark. "Oh no, we do this at my pace. You’ll take it, and enjoy it. Whether you like it or not…"

Without another word, Putra’s mouth moved down to Aim’s cock, and Aim gasped as the heat and wetness hit him all at once. His hips jerked before he could stop them, and the intensity of it was almost too much…

Putra’s tongue worked slowly and deliberately, like he was in control of every second, driving Aim closer and closer to something that felt both terrifying and irresistible.

Aim’s breaths were shallow, ragged. He felt like he was hanging on the edge, caught between panic and pleasure. "Hahh… Ohh… nngh…why are you doing this?" he panted out, his mind a mess.

Putra glanced up, smirking. "Cause I can. You gave yourself to me, no?"

His hands roamed Aim’s body, teasing, taking his time… His fingers flicked over Aim’s hard and sensitive nipples, making Aim squirm uncontrollably and sprouted some whitish fluids. It was clear Putra was enjoying watching him fall apart like that, taking satisfaction in every little reaction Aim couldn’t control…

Aim’s brain was screaming at him to fight back, to stop this, but his body wasn’t listening. His hips moved on their own, seeking more, needing more… He hated it, hated how much his body was giving in, but there was no denying it now…

Putra pulled back, and for a second, Aim thought it was over, until he saw the look in Putra’s eyes. That dark, almost wild hunger was still there, even stronger now. Putra positioned himself between Aim’s legs, pressing his cock against Aim’s entrance. The heat of it was unbearable, sending a jolt of fear back through Aim… “Nnghh!!” 

Before Aim could even say anything, Putra leaned down, his voice low and sharp in Aim’s ear. "Don’t fight it. It’ll hurt more if you do…"

Aim took a shaky breath, trying to prepare himself, but when Putra pushed in, it was relentless. The pain was sharp, intense, and Aim clenched his fists, biting down hard to keep from making a sound.

Putra paused, watching Aim with that same dark intensity. "I could make it worse~" he whispered, a twisted smile on his lips. "But I won’t. Not yet..."

Then Putra started moving, slow at first, each thrust controlled, measured. The pain was still there, but with each movement, it started to change, blurring into something else, something Aim didn’t want to admit felt good...

"You feel that.." Putra growled, his voice deep and rough. "That’s your body learning to crave me. Soon, you won’t be able to stop…"

Aim’s body responded again without him even thinking about it, his hips moving in rhythm with Putra’s, chasing the pleasure that was starting to take over the pain. Putra’s hands gripped Aim’s hips, pulling him closer, faster. The pace quickened, their bodies colliding, the heat between them overwhelming.

"Nngh… come for me!" Putra demanded, his voice rough and commanding. 

The words pushed Aim over the edge. His body tensed, the release hitting him hard, his breath catching as pleasure surged through him. He barely registered Putra finishing, the demon shuddering above him… 

For a moment, they stayed there, tangled together on the wooden floor, breathing heavily in the silence. Finally, Putra pulled out, chuckling in satisfaction looking down at Aim.

"Hahaha. You enjoyed that alot didn’t you?" he said softly, a hint of mockery in his voice. Aim lay there, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his body still trembling from everything that had happened. He did it… He’d paid the final transaction.

“Alright then, that means I have to let you go. Back to your loved one.” 

Then with a quick, effortless swing of his crowbar, Putra sent a ripple of green light through the air. It wrapped around Aim’s body, lifting him off the ground like he weighed nothing. His body began to shift and change, the green light swirling tighter, transforming him bit by bit.

New clothes appeared on him, a deep green shirt and brown pants. His hair shifted and styled neatly. His face was sharper, more refined, no more mess from the supernatural sex he had earlier. Aim looked down and he felt more put together. More… complete.

Putra smiled, clearly pleased with his work. “Enjoy your new life, Aim.” he said and waved at him. Then everything exploded into a blinding white light. The room, Putra, everything faded in that brilliant flash. Aim shielded his eyes, overwhelmed.

When the light dimmed, everything had changed. The magical energy of Putra’s chamber was gone. Aim blinked, trying to focus, and found himself on a quiet street. The hum of the city buzzed in the distance, and warm late afternoon sunlight cast a peaceful glow over everything.

His heart clenched tight with emotion, as his tears suddenly welled up in his eyes. He was back. After everything, he had made it back… Just ahead, sitting at a small table outside a cozy café, was Shan. His head was bent over something, focused and unaware. Aim’s heart pounded. He could barely believe it. After all this time, after everything he’d gone through, there he was… 

With trembling hands and tears streaming down his face, Aim took a shaky step forward  until he stood just a few feet from Shan. 

“Shan…”

Shan looked up, confused at first, but then recognition flashed in his eyes. He smiled, surprised but warm. “Erik…? Oh my god, Erik, it’s been ages!”

Erik? Aim’s heart sank. That name, he wasn’t Aim anymore. The face, the body, even the name, it was all different. But the love, the longing in his heart, that was still there. That would never change… 

He smiled, though it felt fragile. “I… I missed you. A lot.” Aim said, his voice cracking with emotion.

Suddenly, everything he’d been holding inside broke free. His composure shattered, and he started to cry. Tears fell as he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Shan, holding him tightly. He buried his face in Shan’s shoulder, letting the sobs come.

“I missed you so much!” Aim choked out, his voice thick with all the pain and relief he’d been holding back. “I thought I’d never see you again!”

Shan was clearly taken aback, but he gently hugged him back, comforting Aim even though he didn’t fully understand what was going on. “Hey, it’s okay… I missed you too, Erik.” Shan said softly. “It’s been a while, huh?”

Aim clung to him, feeling both joy and sadness. He was finally with Shan, the person he loved most. But something inside him still felt wrong. He wasn’t Aim anymore. He wasn’t fully himself, and Shan didn’t even know it… 

This was the moment he’d dreamed of for so long, but it wasn’t the same. He couldn’t go back to who he used to be. But for now, with Shan holding him close, he let himself feel it, the relief of being home. Even if it wasn’t the way he imagined. Shan smiled down at him, still holding him gently, unaware of the storm inside Aim’s heart. And for now, that was enough….

[putransformations]

お金 稼ぐ 俺らはスター

It’s been a long Friday. I finally clock out late at night, dead tired... and all I want is a hot shower and my bed. I drag myself back to my apartment. First thing I do is head straight for the bathroom. God, I need this...

After the bath, I feel a bit more human. I throw on some sweats and cook up my favorite Nakiryu Tantan ramen. Quick, easy and delicious. It’s one of the few simple pleasures I can rely on...

Anyone who looks at me would think I’m just your average 20-something Japanese salaryman, another cog in the corporate world. Everything about me screams “boring”, “average” or “nothing special”. My life is as routine as it gets... But there’s a side of me not many people know about. Especially not my colleagues.

You see, actually I’m a huge hip hop fan. Always have been. Pretty obvious especially when you come to my apartment and see those posters on my walls, haha. I don't know... it’s something that makes me feel alive, something that feels real when everything else just feels… monotonous? Does that make sense?

It’s been my thing ever since I was a middle school kid, even though my mom would lose her shit whenever she heard them in my room. Good times. Hip hop was my escape, still is... And the Japanese hip hop scene is insane, I love it. And I’ve always wanted to be part of it, to be a rapper.

Thing is, I’m actually not half bad.. I’ve written a few songs and even recorded two tracks, all under an anonymous name cause there’s no way I’m letting my company find out! And to my surprise, people actually liked my stuff... Got a decent amount of plays.

But, well, life got in the way. My job’s been sucking the energy out of me, and I haven’t had the time to rap or write anything new in a while. Feels like I’m losing a piece of myself, but what can I do? Gotta pay the bills 🤷🏻‍♂️

With a sigh, I open my laptop and pull up my usual spreadsheet. That’s my nightly routine, check the data, make sure everything’s correct. It’s tedious as hell, but it pays the rent.. To get through it, I press play on track by KOHH “Team Tomodachi” in the background.

KOHH's, or better known as Yuki Chiba, music always chills me out. And honestly, he’s a huge inspiration. His laidback style, the way he tells mundane or simple stories in his songs, everything I write is influenced by him.

I lean back on my wall, stretching my sore feet under my kotatsu and letting the beat wash over me. Man, wouldn’t it be so sick if I could be like him, just for a day…

I scroll through my Twitter feed, half paying attention, just needing a break from the numbers. That’s when something catches my eye.

“Hm?”

“PECO STAR ✩ バーバー ✩ 20 % OFF SPECIAL ☆ Sick and tired of your old self? Want to be someone new? Make a new identity to run away? Welcome to P - A STAR Barbershop! (＾3＾)/~ Where we don’t just style hair, we craft new identities! 💈✂️ Step into our chair, tell us your desires and we’ll make it happen! 20% off for our first customer! (＾3＾)/~ Your new identity awaits… if you dare~ #P-ASTAR #TransformYourself”

Yeah, right. Probably just some gimmick barbershop trying to pull in customers with flashy marketing, heh. But.. something about it gets my attention... Curiosity takes over, and before I know it, I’m clicking on their profile. The first thing I see is a “before and after” video.

“This 42 year old man from Kamakura is a die hard Shohei Ohtani fan! Watch him transform into the legend himself~ 😁 IT'S SHO TIME!!”

"Heh, they probably just gave him the same haircut or something—"

WHAAAT

I spit my ramen, splattering soup everywhere. No way... There's no fucking way!! This guy didn’t just get a haircut… he looks exactly like Shohei Ohtani!! I’m talking exactly! Like a carbon copy. This has to be fake, right?? AI or something!

I scroll through their feed, trying to figure it out, but it’s the same clip posted over and over. This can’t be real... There’s no way a barbershop could pull off something like this! Deepfake?? Or an insane editing?? I replay the clip over and over, scrutinizing every second, searching for anything off, anything to prove it’s not legit...

Ding!

“Huh?”

A DM? From the barbershop?

“Hello, new customer!! 😆 Thanks for checking out our page!! Are you interested in making an appointment? We can bring out the real you, the person you’ve always been hiding behind.”

What the… my skin prickles. Okay, this is weird. How the hell did they message me so fast? And that last line… it hits a little too close to home...

Ding!

“You love to rap right?? 😄”

I drop my phone, pulse quickens. How the hell do they know that!?

The spicy heat of the ramen completely forgotten. The temperature in the room seems to drop, or maybe it’s just my nerves. Something’s definitely off with this place... Way off!

I gulp as I stare at my phone, my thumb hovering over the reply button. How the hell does this person know I’m even checking out their page... I hadn’t clicked anything, hadn’t interacted with any replies. Yet another message pops up, almost as if they’re reading my mind:

“Come tomorrow! I already booked you an appointment! And don’t worry, it’s free cancellation. If you don’t come, you won’t be charged but… you’re gonna regret it~ I’m only available tomorrow! 😉😏”

My heart races a little. The audacity. Who does this person think they are? Booking me an appointment? But still what if... what if they really can transform me? I shake my head and close Twitter. This is ridiculous! I go back to my spreadsheets, trying to focus, but the thought lingers in the back of my mind.

What if they really can?

The next day, I sleep in, like I always do on Saturdays. I go about my usual routine, buying snacks, hitting the grocery store, just the mundane stuff.

As I’m wandering through the shōtengai, something catches my eye. A weird, glowing storefront that looks completely out of place. Neon lights flicker in the windows and door, but oddly, there’s no one around. I stop in my tracks.

“Peco star... wait. What the… that’s the place!”

I move closer, trying to get a look inside, but it’s empty. There’s nobody behind the counter, no customers sitting around. Just… nothing. The unsettling vibe creeps over me, like I’ve stumbled into a part of the city that shouldn’t exist. I glance around, and it’s like the whole street just faded into the background. There’s no one walking by, no noise from the nearby shops. Everything feels still...

I step closer peering inside, I try to see if anyone’s in there. The door suddenly slides open with a sudden whoosh!

“Fuck!” I jump back, startled.

“Ah, welcome!”

A woman younger than me steps out from behind the counter, smiling at me. She’s got emerald green hair tied up in a bun, glasses perched on her nose, and this warm, expectant look, like she’s been waiting for me all along. The place looks like an old school Showa era barbershop, but there’s only one chair.

“I’ve been expecting you!” she says, practically beaming.

“Uh…” I blink, caught off guard.

“Go ahead, have a seat. I’ll prepare everything for you!” she says, waving toward the single chair in the center of the room.

“But I—”

“Hm? Don’t you need a haircut, sir?” She tilts her head, still smiling, her tone innocent but something about it feels off...

I mean… she’s got a point. My hair’s getting kinda long, and honestly, I could use a trim. But I can’t shake the uneasy feeling creeping over me. This whole setup is just… strange. Despite my brain screaming at me to turn around and get the fuck out, my feet betray me. I find myself walking toward the chair, my body moving on autopilot.

Before I know it, I’m sitting down, staring at the wall, confused as hell.

“Where’s the barber?” I ask, glancing around.

She lets out a light laugh. “Oh, it’s me! Don’t worry, you’re in good hands.”

I chuckle nervously, unsure whether to trust her. She looks harmless enough, but a part of me isn’t so sure... As much as I want to stand up and bolt out of there, the chair is weirdly comfortable, like it’s holding me in place.

“Did you… did you DM me last night?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

She nods, her grin widening. “Mhmm, yeah.”

“How did you know I was checking out your page? And…” I trail off, waiting for her to explain, but she just hums to herself, ignoring my question as she prepares her tools, still smiling like this is all normal.

I shut my mouth, not wanting to push her too hard. I feel like I annoy her. God, this is so weird... Why am I even here!

She walks over, standing behind me, her fingers brushing through my hair. “So, what kind of hairstyle do you want? Or… who do you wanna be?” she asks, her tone playful, but her smirk gives me chills.

I shiver as her fingers run through my hair, sending little shocks of warmth through my skin. Her touch feels strangely good. I try to focus, thinking about her question. What kind of cut do I want? A side part? Ugh, too boring. A buzz cut? No, too drastic...

But then her words echo in my mind: Who do you wanna be?

“Oh, right..” I mutter, snapping back to the moment. “Is it true? Can you really completely transform people?”

She nods, still smiling.

“You’re lying!” I blurt out, half laughing. “There’s no way that guy turned into Shohei Ohtani. Come on!”

“Nope!” She giggles. “I can show you proof!”

Before I can protest, she pulls out her phone and taps through a few videos, then holds it up for me to see.

I stare at the screen, my jaw dropping. It’s the guy from the video, standing next to the real Shohei Ohtani, both of them grinning like it’s no big deal. They’re laughing, chatting, and Ohtani isn’t even phased by the fact that this random dude looks exactly like him...

What the actual fuck!

“I know it’s hard to believe, but here’s your chance to see for yourself,” she says, tucking her phone back in her pocket. I lean back in the chair, my mind spinning.

Everything about this is insane! But as I sit there, feeling her fingers comb through my hair again, the line between logic and possibility starts to blur. Maybe… just maybe, I should just give it a shot...

She leans in, her voice is soft but teasing, “Is there a particular person you want to be?”

I freeze for a second, heart skips a beat. I hadn’t really thought about it like that, not seriously… But now that I’m here, in this strange chair, with this strange woman who seems to know about me, it feels like maybe it’s possible…?

My mind races. Who do I want to be? I scroll through the mental list of people I admire. Then, just like a spark, a face flashes in my head clear as day. Him. The man who’s inspired my music for long time, whose music I really like.

Without hesitation, I grab my phone, excitedly pulling up a picture.

“Is it… is it possible?” I ask, my voice cracking with doubt but also a flicker of hope. “Can you make me look like him??”

She glances at the screen, her eyes twinkling. A knowing smile creeps across her face, and she nods, almost like she was expecting this.

Before I can say anything else, she moves swiftly, almost too fast to register. One moment I’m sitting there, gripping my phone, the next, swooosh, she’s draped a cape around my neck.

“Wait, wha—” I start to ask, but then she sprays my face with this cool mist. The droplets hit my skin like and instantly, the scent floods my senses. Cypress, sandalwood… it’s so calming. The fragrance is earthy soothing every nerve in my body.

My eyes roll back slightly, and I let out a quiet sigh, sinking further into the chair. It feels like I’m floating, completely relaxed. My thoughts start to blur, the lines between who I am now and who I want to be fading like the mist on my skin.

“Just breathe…” she whispers, her voice far away but comforting. The coolness of the mist spreads through me, and all I can do is follow her command, breathe. Every inhale pulls me deeper into this strange, blissful calm. And all the doubts and suspicions melt away…

She grabs her shaver, and I feel the cold metal glide against my scalp. Snick, snick, snick. Each stroke buzzes through me, as she effortlessly trims away my longer messy hair. I can feel the breeze on the back of my head, cool, refreshing, and exhilarating.

Then she straightens my chair, positioning me carefully as if setting the stage for something bigger. Her finger drawing something on my newly shaved scalp. It’s a strange sensation... like she’s etching a design with intention and precision.

"What are you doing?" I mumble, still lost in the haze.

“Just making the tattoos like him."

Wait, what?? Tattoos? I tense for a moment, but her touch is so soothing, my body just melts back into the chair.

She holds my head firmly, and I feel her start to draw on my forehead.

“Are you using a pen for temporary tattoos?”

She laughs softly with me. “Nope, it’s the real thing. You might not feel the usual stabbing sensation, but this pen is permanent. And I can recreate every tattoo he has."

Permanent... The word echoes in my mind, but for some reason, I just trust her. There’s something about her calm demeanor and focus that convinces me to let her continue. It’s like I don’t even have a choice...

Then she starts rubbing like oil? All over my face, massaging it deeply into my skin. Her fingers press hard into my cheeks, making me wince slightly in pain, but at the same time there’s this strange arousal... It’s like she’s reshaping me, molding my face into someone else.

Her hands work their way to my nose then eyes, reshaping it like clay. I don’t even understand how she’s doing it, but it’s as if my face is literally melting under her fingertips. When she moves to my lips, a tingling sensation spreads across them, making it even harder to stay composed. I’m hard down there. Then she grabs a false mustache and glues it on my face, it tickles my skin.

She continues her work, drawing more tattoos across my body, and I can only moan in bliss. The sensation is unreal, both relaxing and arousing. As she finishes, I feel like a different person, as though this whole process is pulling out a new persona from deep inside me...

Then she lifts my arm and sprays something right into my pits. The smell hits me like a wave. Musky, slightly sweaty mixed with woody cologne, but it’s not mine. It belongs to someone else, I’m becoming someone else...

She grabs another spray bottle and douses my head. The smell this time is even more strong and almost intoxicating. I have to grip the chair to keep from losing control.

“Why do you keep spraying me? What is that?” I ask, still reeling from the pleasure.

She just smiles, focused on her work. “Don’t you want to be him? Authentically?”

I didn’t expect it to go this far, but she’s right. I did ask for this...

She unbuttons my shirt, stripping it off and drawing more tattoos across my torso, my back, my arms. I’m covered now with tattos, completely.

Then she works on my legs. She pours another oil and, with precision, reshapes my toes and feet. I have to hold back laughter because it tickles like crazy! Then she sprays my feet, and another strong scent hits me. I catch myself drooling from the smell...

After what feels like an eternity, she tells me to step out of the chair and head to a small stall where she’s already prepared a new outfit for me there. I step inside and my jaw drops. My body is filled with tattoos. I touch my skin in disbelief... this is insane. I’m going to lose my job and will be in so much trouble, but…

I run my hands over my new hair and face. I feel… different.

“Hey, can I see myself in a mirror?” I call out.

“Once you put on your new outfit." she replies.

I change into the clothes, and as I do, something crazy happens. Flashes of memories start hitting me, like they don’t even belong to me. I feel dizzy, my mind swimming in new thoughts. These clothes feel like just worn.

As I lift my arms and catch a whiff of my new scent, a wave of memories hits me out of nowhere. I stumble, dizzy, but manage to slip my feet into the Air Jordans she left for me.

“Nnghh! F-fuck…” I gasp, feeling my cock throb uncontrollably. The pleasure is overwhelming, waves of it crashing over me like a tsunami. I try to hold it in, but it’s impossible.

I cum hard, soaking my new pants. "Ahhh… fuck… that’s… that’s too good…" I pant, trying to catch my breath.

I step out, awkwardly covering the wet stain, but she just smiles knowingly. “It’s okay. Happens a lot.” She gestures for me to sit back in the chair.

“And for the final touch...” she says, placing a silver chain around my neck with the pendant that reads “Dogs” and all of sudden it all clicks.

Okane kasegu, orera wa sutaa

Okane kasegu, watashi wa sutaa

Sutaa, sutaa, sutaa, sutaa, kira kira

The beat from my song "Mamushi" starts playing in the background. My song… The one I did with Megan Thee Stallion. Wait, I’m not—

I stare at her as she hands me a mirror. My jaw drops.

I trail my hands over my new face, my shaved head, my tattoos. Holy shit... I look exactly like him! Even my voice sounds different.

She smiles proudly “Do you like it, Chiba-san?”

Chiba-san… Hell yeah, I am Yuki Chiba now!!

The person I was before slipped away in time, gone and forgotten. As my new persona sinks in deep in my brain. This is right... This is who I am! I feel more me than I’ve ever been.

Then, we decide to record a video together, dancing to Mamushi, my international collab hit song and then I step out of that barbershop feeling brand new. Feelin' like a king in a Japanese hip hop scene.

“Watashi wa star”

[putransformations]

Nasi Guling Wadidaw

So, this story was inspired by my unfortunate food poisoning yesterday, haha. Thought I'd turn that experience into something.. LOL. Here goes!

It’s my third day in Bali, and so far, it’s been way better than my last trip five years ago, which, to put it bluntly, was a complete disaster... And no, it wasn’t the locals who ruined it. It was the loud, obnoxious and rude tourists and, unfortunately, the food...

I swear, Bali’s cuisine tasted amazing, but my body just wasn’t having it. Now, five years later, I decided to give Bali another shot.. Maybe this time around, I’d leave with better memories. At least that’s what I was hoping for. Just be positive, right...

So, there I was with my friends at this local restaurant. My stomach had been acting up all day, and honestly, I didn’t think I could handle more food. But of course, my friends insisted.

"C’mon Pete, we’re in Bali! You have to try this!" And since they paid for the trip, I felt like I had no choice but to play along.

"Did you know Anthony Bourdain ate here?" one of them said, practically vibrating with excitement.

"No way!" someone else chimed in. "That’s so sick bro!"

"Yeah, they have the best roast pork on the entire island. It’s like a secret spot, super exclusive... If you haven’t eaten here, you haven’t really been to Bali."

Everyone was buzzing with excitement, snapping photos for Instagram and hyping each other up, but I wasn’t paying much attention.

All I could focus on was the smell. Roasted pork.. drenched in spices.. the kind that made my stomach turn before I even took a bite.

I mean, I loved pork back home, but something about these spices was overwhelming, sickening even... The dizziness hit me first, followed by a wave of nausea.

When the server finally brought our food, everyone had the same plate, but mine? It looked like someone decided to double my portion for some cosmic joke. I tapped my friend beside me. "Hey... can we switch? This is too much food, man..."

He glanced at my plate and then back at me. "Pete, what are you talking about? We all have the same portions!"

"Yeah, but—"

"God, Pete, stop being dramatic! Can you just eat it?" she snapped, rolling her eyes in that classic "I’m so done with you" way.

"I’m paying for this, okay! Be grateful I didn’t let you starve!"

Oww, that stung. But there wasn’t much I could do. I stared down at my plate, the overwhelming smell of spices hitting me like a punch to the gut.

My stomach was already doing flips, and I hadn’t even touched the food yet. The sight and smell of it was enough to make me gag, but I wasn’t about to cause more drama, so I reluctantly scooped up some rice, bracing myself for the worst.

Then I took a bite.

Wait. Huh?

This is… actually really good.

I paused, surprised, and took another bite. And then another. Before I knew it, my plate was clean, and I sat there, dumbfounded. No wonder this place was Bourdain approved.

My friend glanced over, "Damn, Pete, I thought you couldn’t handle it.. but look at you!" He pointed at my empty plate, chuckling.

Without thinking, I blurted out, "I want another plate!"

Wait what? Did I really just say that?

She laughed and waved the waiter over, ordering me another serving of roasted pork. And just like that, another plate landed in front of me. Before I could process what was happening, I was devouring it just as quickly as the first.

"Can I order again? Please?"

My friends exchanged amused glances but nodded, laughing. The waiter brought over a third plate, and I polished that one off too. My stomach felt tight, but I couldn’t stop myself.

"One more!" I shouted, feeling like I was in some kind of eating competition. The fourth plate arrived, and I powered through it, wiping it clean.

I let out a loud burp, the stinky spices from the pork in the air. My friend next to me covered his nose dramatically. "Daaamn, Pete! You’re a monster!" He laughed, shaking his head.

I laughed with them, feeling oddly proud. Until…

My stomach twisted. The sudden, sharp pain hit me out of nowhere, and I froze. Oh no... Oh no no no! Something was very, very wrong!

I glanced around the table, but my friends were too busy chatting to notice. Sweat started to bead on my forehead, and I felt the color drain from my face. The nausea was back, but this time, it wasn’t going away.

And then it hit me.

I had made a huge mistake.

Suddenly, I felt dizzy. My vision blurring as my stomach churned. Oh no this is bad... Sweat soaked through my shirt, and a sick heat spread from my gut to my throat. Fuck, not this again! I didn’t want another Bali trip ruined...!

“Pete… you okay? You don't look so good.” my friend’s voice barely registered. I could only focus on the growing nausea threatening to spill over.

I stumbled out of my chair, barely muttering, “I need to—” before bolting toward the restroom. I had to puke, or worse. My body was on the verge of collapse...

The moment I slammed the bathroom door behind me, my skin felt like it was on fire. Sweat poured off me like I was burning from the inside. In a panic, I ripped off my shirt, breathing hard like a caged animal.

I hunched over the toilet, and it all came up, every last bite of roast pork, rice and everything... It just kept coming. But then… something felt wrong.

A strange sensation crept over me. Somehow my limbs started to feel lighter, almost numb... I glanced down at my hands and nearly screamed.

"What!"

My skin turned transparent, my fingers were losing their shape, melting into a weird liquid goo.

“What the fuck?!” I tried to yell, but my voice felt weak. I watched, horrified, as the rest of my body followed, dissolving like water... My legs, my arms, even my face, everything liquefied, and soon I was nothing more than a floating puddle of goo.

Oddly enough, it didn’t feel as terrifying as I thought. In fact, as I floated there, suspended above the bathroom floor, I let out a moan. “Ahh…” It felt… good. Somehow so comforting...

But before I could process it, a gust of wind swept me up, blowing me out through a small window.

“Whooaa!” I panicked, but my gooey form had no control. I was just floating in the breeze, flying over streets and houses like some liquid balloon...

How the hell was I going to explain this to my friends?

The wind carried me into a building that seemed like a gym. I floated inside, unnoticed by everyone. There was a bunch of local Balinese guys working out, lifting weights, their skin glistening with sweat. The air smelled thick with heat. It was really hot, honestly.

“Oh no no no!!” I tried to scream, but I had no mouth. I was just a floating blob of goo at the mercy of the AC’s breeze. It carried me straight toward one of the men, a muscular guy doing deadlifts. His back was broad, arms flexing with each lift. His sweat soaked through his white tank top, and the scent of him hit me hard.

“Fuck…” I muttered, despite myself.

Then, before I could do anything, the breeze shifted. “Whoa!” I was sucked right toward him. He took a deep breath, and I could feel myself being inhaled into his body...

“No!” I wanted to scream, but it was too late. I was inside him now...

His body stiffened as he gasped, his head tilting back as his eyes rolled white. I felt myself spreading through him, filling every inch of his muscles, every part of his being. His body convulsed, but then… it stopped.

Everything settled... and slowly, I opened my eyes. But they weren’t mine, they were his. My vision was blurry at first, then it cleared. I blinked a few times, looking around the gym. My body felt different... heavier and stronger… dripping with sweat.

I stared down at my hands. Calloused, thick, and tanned.

“No way…” I muttered. I gasped as my voice sounded different.

I turned to face the mirror. Staring back at me was the man I had just seen, the one lifting weights. His expression matched my own, moving with me as I touched my face, ran my hands over my new jawline. “I’m in this guy’s body…” I said, my new voice still throwing me off. Wait, did I just blurted in different language?

My hands drifted down, grazing over tight, firm pecs slick with sweat. My fingers brushed a hardened nipple, and I gasped, pleasure jolting through my body. “Ohh…” I moaned, barely able to process what was happening.

No way I just possessed this guy...

A strong smell of musk hit me hard, radiating from this body. As I inhaled deeply, something stirred inside of my mind. Flashes of memories... A 30 year old Balinese man, working in the civil service in local government. And he’s into fitness, clearly.

“Ajung…” I whispered, the name sounding strangely familiar. Suddenly, a pounding pain shot through my head, like a battle inside my brain. I winced, my face contorting as my eyes fluttered.

It felt like something was trying to break free, a presence struggling inside me, and I was sure it was Ajung’s soul fighting to get back. But I pushed harder, refusing to let him take control.

Everything calmed down...

I smirked at the mirror, flexing my arms. "Heh..." Damn, I actually liked this. No more chubby Pete, hello, hunky Ajung!

With the help of his memories, I found my way to the gym’s bathroom. Nobody else was there, just the muffled bass thumping from the gym outside. Perfect! I locked the door behind me, breathing heavily in anticipation. My body was already reacting... Ajung’s cock throbbed with excitement. I couldn’t resist anymore, I had to explore this new body fully...

Stripping off his clothes, I stood in front of the mirror, flexing my new muscular arms. "Whoaa... haha, this is amazing!" My pecs throbbed under my touch, and I grinned.

Lifting my arms, I took a deep whiff. "Fuck…!" I groaned, the masculine musk of Ajung overpowering my senses. "Man, I fucking reek!" I muttered.

The smell only made me hornier, and my cock throbbed even harder, warm pre cum dripping. I grinned down at the sight of Ajung’s cock. "Ohoo... I’ll deal with you later~" I teased.

My hands found their way to my new face. This man is hot as hell! I ran my fingers through my black hair, still slick with sweat from the workout and his natural oil.

The sensation was overwhelming, sending shivers down my spine. Every touch heightened the pleasure in this body, my cock practically begging for release, but I held back.

"This is so good… Ajung... your body is fucking incredible!!" I marveled, flexing one arm while my other hand played with my sweaty hair, inhaling the intoxicating scent. The mix of sweat and his musky hair sent a wave of pleasure through me.

"O-Ohhh…!" I moaned, overcome with the sensory overload...

Spotting a bench, I sat down, ripping off my socks. Bringing one foot to my nose, I inhaled deeply. "Ohhh fuck yeah…" The smell was dizzying, wrapping me in a haze of pleasure. My cock twitched, my prostate tingled. "No... not yet" I purred, savoring every second of the build up...

I grabbed Ajung’s socks and briefs, shoving them to my nose, the scent was even more intense. I rubbed the socks against my cock, each movement sending sparks of pleasure through me. I squeezed his perky muscled thick ass and bounced them.

Lifting my other arm, I sniffed both my foot and my sweaty pit at the same time. "FUCK!" The combination of smells drove me wild! Ajung’s feet and pits smelled so damn good, I was losing it, bro. My cock twitched madly, begging for release again...

I licked my palm, rubbing it over my sensitive pink nipples, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Hmmm, yeahh…"

I spit in my other hand, wrapping it around my cock, massaging it slowly. The pleasure built up fast, rocking my hips as I stroked myself harder... My hand went back to my hair, inhaling the intoxicating scent, and suddenly, warm cum exploded from me.

I gasped and moaned in pure pleasure. "Haaah… haaah… fuckk!"

I laughed dumbly, basking in the afterglow, grinning at my reflection. Ajung... yeah, I am Ajung now! I squeezed my muscular chest, teasing my sensitive pink nipples once more, then licked the cum from my finger, savoring every drop of Ajung’s milky cum. "Mmmm."

After cleaning up, I wore his clothes and heading back to the gym, finishing my workout with newfound energy. I felt like a whole new man, confident, powerful.

After a killer workout, I went home, which was now my home, thanks to Ajung’s memories, haha. Just as I was about to crash, a flash of memory hit me. Tomorrow was Kuningan Day, a major Balinese holiday. Right... I should probably rest up for that.

The next day, I woke up, slipping into the traditional Balinese outfit that belonged to Ajung. Now, it was mine... his musk still linger. I put on the yellow udeng and as I stood in the mirror, I admired the fit. .. The white shirt filled out my big muscles in all the right places and the yellow kemben (sarong) and saput. Damn, I look sexy as hell!

“Heh, who knew I’d be walking in someone else’s shoes. But this... This is a fucking upgrade!"

I couldn't believe this Bali vacation turned out to be so memorable! And of course much better than I ever expected. Oh, I’m staying forever...

[putransformations]

As soon as the company’s big banking conference wrapped up, I moved quickly, trying to put as much distance as I could between myself and the crowd of businessmen, politicians, and investors. I had what I came for, all the top secret documents, plans, conversations, and intel from the company I was infiltrating. Now it was time to make my exit.

A voice crackled in my ear, coming through the invisible earpiece. “Putra, go to Building B, open parking lot, enter the restroom. You should be safe there to change and transfer the data. I’m waiting in 10.”

You see, I’m not actually some prominent businessman or investor, even though I spent the last few hours playing the part. I’m a shapeshifter, a master of disguise... and people hire me for big money to do stuff like this, spying, gathering secrets, blackmailing, all kinds of shady manipulation... And I gotta admit, I enjoy it! Being a shapeshifter turns out not a curse at all. And the best part it’s not the money or the thrill... it’s the sensation of being someone else—wearing different faces, slipping into different roles... That’s the real rush for me! Anyway, I had the intel my client needed and started heading toward the designated place.

“Mr. Kiran! Where are you off to?”

I froze. Fuck! I muttered under my breath, forcing a smile before turning around.

“Ah, Mr. Peterson.” I greeted him, shaking his hand like we were old pals. Why the hell is this guy in my way now! “Great meeting you at the conference. Lots of interesting ideas being discussed...”

“Yes! Absolutely eye opening, wasn’t it? The possibilities biotech security is incredible! I’m always on the lookout for my next big investment…” He kept rambling, but honestly, I stopped listening. I nodded at the right times, all while mentally plotting my escape...

Finally, I got to Building B near the open parking lot. Once inside the toilet room, I made sure it was empty, then locked the door. Perfect! Empty. I locked the door behind me and pulled out my phone and quickly transferred all the top secret information, recordings, everything, to my boss. Now comes the fun part!

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, grinning at the sight of my borrowed body. “Damn, this guy is really hot… but time for a change.” I ran a hand over Kiran’s buzzed hair with a smirk. “It’s been real nice being you.” One last glance before I began the process I never got tired of, the transformation...

“Urgggghhh…” I groaned as my skin began to ripple. The sensation started beneath the surface, like something crawling and bubbling just under the flesh. My back widened first, stretching my suit tight, and my calves bulged with muscle. “Nnghhh…” My torso twisted, abs carving themselves out, while my pecs and arms swelled. “Mmph…” The sensation intensified, my dick stretching and shifting size and shape, sending a wave of pleasure through me. “Ohhh…” The whole process felt way too good...

Gritting my teeth, I squeezed my eyes shut as my face started to crack and shift. The features that belonged to Kiran—the sharp nose, the deep set eyes—began to changed. My face shortened, my lips thinning, and my nose becoming less prominent and more flat, my eyes narrowing into something completely different. As the changes hit my scalp, I could feel hair sprouting, the buzzcut giving way to a full head of dark, thick hair. Damn, it was more intense than I’d expected. My skin darkened, taking on a deeper tan, and as the transformation slowed, I let out a ragged breath...

I opened my eyes and stared at the mirror. “Shitt... I look good...” My dress pants were soaked from the whole experience, but I couldn’t help laughing. The suit strained against my new muscles, way too tight now that my frame had grown... I took it off and tossed it aside, admiring the new body I’d just acquired.

“Ohoho… not bad at all.” I flexed, the muscles in my arms bulging, then raised my arm and took a deep inhale of my new scent. This guy reeked of sweat and musk, a total contrast from Kiran’s sophisticated, expensive cologne... The difference hit me hard, and I couldn’t stop grinning in arousal... I turned my attention back to the mirror, running my hands over my new face. It felt strange, but also exciting.

I flexed my muscles again, watching my biceps swell, and that’s when I noticed my new cock was fully hard, standing at attention... Mmph... Without thinking, I started rocking my hips, teasing my nipples, letting the pleasure take over... The intensity of it, this new man’s body, was... unreal. My breath hitched, and before I knew it, I came, splashes of thick cum dripping down my muscular thighs... I came handsfree while flexing my arms... I let out a dumb chuckle, still caught up in the wave of pleasure, when suddenly a voice shouted in my earpiece.

“Goddamn it! What the fuck, Putra!! I can hear you from here, you pervert!”

Shit... I’d completely forgotten the earpiece was still in. I grinned, wiping the mess off my legs. “Heh.. sorry about that...”

After cleaning up the rest of the mess, I grabbed my bag and pulled out my new outfit. Slipping into a pair of training pants and an orange polo shirt, I finished the look with a fake Rolex and some worn out training shoes. The final transformation: a hot Thai PE teacher. I checked myself one last time in the mirror. Mission accomplished! I unlocked the door and stepped out of the building, blending in with the crowd unnoticed...

[putransformations]

My first attempt at making a headless or NBM photo manip. It's still a bit rough, but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out…

[putransformations]

Chris shifted nervously in his seat as he waited for Leon at the park. “Leon... I really appreciate you coming out with me today” Chris said, his voice shaky but sincere. “It means a lot to me...”. He glanced across the table at Leon, his best friend since college. To Chris, Leon wasn’t just a friend. He was everything. Someone whose presence Chris craved… someone he’d loved silently for years, never daring to speak the words out loud...

But today was different. He had everything planned out, and he’d finally decided to confess what had been weighing on him for so long. Chris wiped the sweat from his forehead with slightly trembling fingers, his leg bouncing nervously under the table. His heart was in his throat. He had to say it. This moment had to happen…

“Aw, thanks, man. I didn’t have anything going on today, so I figured why not?” Leon replied casually, flashing that easy going smile Chris loved so much... “I was actually kinda worried about you. Is everything okay?”

No, everything is not okay, Chris thought. I’m about to spill my heart out, and I don’t know how the hell you’ll take it!

“Uhmm…” Chris felt sweat trickling down the back of his neck. His mind raced, trying to string the words together, but nothing came out. “Actually…” Leon’s expression shifted, concerned etching across his face. “Chris, you’re looking really pale.. What’s going on??”

“I... uhh...” Chris stammered. His mouth was dry, and the nerves were threatening to eat him alive… But he couldn’t back down now! He reached across the table, hesitating for just a second before grabbing Leon’s hand, gripping it tightly… His pulse hammered in his ears as he stared at their joined hands, unable to meet Leon’s eyes.

“I… I’ve been wanting to tell you something for a long time…”

Leon blinked, clearly confused by the sudden intensity. “Okay...??”

“I...” Chris’s voice broke, but he forced himself to keep going. “I love you, Leon…”

There. It was out. Fuck. The words hung in the air, heavier than anything Chris had ever said. Leon’s eyes went wide. His heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure if he’d heard right. “Haha... yeah, I love you too, Chris. You’re my best friend…” Leon said, laughing nervously, cringing a bit at the awkwardness.

“No!” Chris’s grip tightened. “Not like that.” His voice was firmer now, even though his heart felt like it was going to explode. “I-I’m in love with you.. I want to be with you.” Leon froze, staring at Chris in disbelief. His mind reeled as the weight of those words settled in. He’d never seen Chris like this. So vulnerable. He wasn’t sure what to say, but he could feel the tension between them thickening, and for the first time, the silence felt suffocating.

“I’m really in love with you.” Chris said, his voice trembling as the weight of those words finally left his chest. Leon sat there, frozen, staring at him. Chris could feel the tension grow between them, the silence stretching out far too long... He braced himself, hoping for some miracle response, something that would make this whole terrifying moment worth it… But instead, Leon slowly pulled his hand back. The smile he’d worn before was gone now, replaced by a look of deep confusion and discomfort.

“Chris... I—” Leon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I-I don’t know what to say. I didn’t... I didn’t know you felt that way...” Leon’s face softened, but it wasn’t the kind of softness Chris was hoping for. It wasn’t love. It was a pity.

“Chris…” Leon began, sighing deeply, rubbing his hand over his mouth like he was trying to figure out how to break it to him. Chris’s stomach dropped. He already knew where this was heading, and he wanted to scream, to stop Leon from saying the words that would destroy him, but he stayed silent, bracing for the blow…

“Look, I love you, but not like that..” Leon said, his voice low. “I mean, you’re my best friend, and I care about you but I’m not… attracted to you like that.” Chris’s throat tightened, and his fists balled up under the table, nails digging into his palms. He looked down, his mind spinning, trying to hold himself together. He wanted to yell, to say something, anything… but all he managed was a broken whisper.

“Why…?” Chris asked, barely able to meet Leon’s eyes. “Why!?”

Leon shifted uncomfortably, glancing around like he didn’t want to have this conversation here, in public. But Chris was still staring at him, waiting, needing an answer.

“I don’t know... You’re just… you’re not really my type.” Leon finally said, wincing as he spoke. “I mean, you’re a great guy, but…” He trailed off, clearly struggling to put it into words.

“But what?” Chris pressed, anger and frustration boiling just beneath the surface. He felt stupid for asking, but he couldn’t stop himself. “I just don’t see you that way…” Leon continued, still avoiding eye contact.

“I’m more into... guys who look like they can throw me across the room, someone who is strong and confident y’know? A more... masculine type, I guess...”

Chris felt his chest tightening even more, and the anger bubbled over... “So what!? I’m not manly enough for you!?” His voice came out sharper than he intended, and the words stung even as he said them. He was hurt, deeply hurt, but anger was easier to deal with than the ache in his chest... “Just because I’m not some jacked up dude or whatever!?”

Leon’s eyes widened, “Whoaa hey! I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not trying to insult you or anything, it’s just... you’re not my ideal guy. You’re smart and all, but physically... you’re not my type, Chris.” He clenched his jaw, his vision blurring as tears threatened to spill. He bit the inside of his cheek to stop them, hating how humiliated he felt right now. Not his type. The words rattled around in his head, over and over, like some twisted mantra…

“So, it’s my skinny body, huh!? My nerdy face!? What, am I too much of a loser nerd for you!?” Chris’s voice was shaking with frustration. “I thought we had something deeper than that. But I guess I was wrong.”

Leon sighed again, looking like he wished he was anywhere else but here. “Chris, look, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to hurt you!. I just don’t feel the same way you do. You’re still my best friend, and I don’t want this to change anything between us...”

Chris laughed bitterly, wiping his eyes. “Yea, right. You think we can just go back to being friends after this!? You think I can just forget that I put myself out there, that I told you everything, and you’re standing there judging me for how I look!? Screw you Leon!!”

Leon opened his mouth to respond, but Chris didn’t wait to hear it. He shoved his chair back and stood up, grabbing his bag. “I should’ve known better. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut!”

“Chris, don’t go!!” Leon stood too, but Chris wasn’t listening anymore. The sting of rejection, the embarrassment, and the frustration were all too much... He couldn’t stand another second in this room, in this conversation…

Without looking back, Chris stormed out of the park, the cold afternoon air hitting his face as he walked away. His heart was still racing, and all he could hear were Leon’s words echoing in his mind.

You’re not my type.

Chris walked back to his apartment, each step heavier than the last. His mind was swirling with everything that had just happened. Once inside, he slammed the door behind him, the loud bang echoing through the empty space. He stood there for a moment, fists clenched, still feeling a mix of anger, sadness, and humiliation burning in his chest…

He couldn’t hold it in anymore. His legs gave out and he collapsed onto the floor, sitting helplessly against the door. His head fell into his hands as he tried to process everything. The rejection, the shame, Leon’s words slicing through his mind like a knife. It didn’t feel real. Almost like it had all been some kind of twisted dream… but the sting in his chest reminded him that it was very real.

His heart wasn’t just broken. It felt like his pride had been ripped apart too. If only he looked like the kind of guy Leon would want, none of this would’ve happened. They’d be together right now... If he were taller, stronger, more rugged, anything but this… maybe Leon would’ve loved him back.

“I wish this never happened…”

Suddenly, a soft meow broke the silence… Chris froze. His heart jumped in his chest, startled by the sound. He looked up, and there, sitting a few feet away, was an orange cat. Its fur was thick and plush, almost glowing in the room. The cat’s head was slightly longer. It was wide, with sharp, high cheekbones, a square muzzle, and large, tufted ears that made it look otherworldly. Its green eyes locked onto Chris with an unsettling intensity as it slowly padded toward him… Chris blinked, wiping the tears from his face with the back of his hand.

His brain struggled to catch up with what he was seeing. How the hell did a cat get in here?? His windows were shut, and the door had been locked the whole time he was out. Before he could react, an omnious voice echoed in his mind.

“Oh, Chris... poor, poor you... You really don’t deserve any of that~ hahaha…”

The voice was smooth and dark, dripping with a twisted amusement that made Chris’s body run cold. He scrambled back a little, wiping at his tear stained cheeks, trying to put distance between himself and the cat. “W-What... what the hell!??” Chris stammered, his voice cracking, still raw from crying. His back hit the wall, and he pressed himself against it, staring at the cat in disbelief. “What... are you!!?”

The cat tilted its head slightly, green eyes glowing as if it found his reaction amusing. Chris could feel the presence of something... not right about this cat. Something mystical and dark was hiding behind those eyes… The voice purred again in his head, low and almost teasing.

“Oh, Chris... I’m just a demon here to help. Isn’t that what you want? To be someone Leon could love? Someone strong, someone worthy of his affection?”

Chris’s breath caught in his throat. He felt his whole body tense, the words cutting into him like they came straight from his own deepest thoughts. The cat stepped closer, its tail flicking lazily behind it as if it had all the time in the world. “I can give you what you want.” the voice continued, dark and enticing. “Make you into someone he can’t resist...”

The cat... smirked.

And then, with a sudden hiss and a swirl of a white smoke, the room was engulfed in a cloud of mist. Chris’s breath hitched as he pushed himself further against the wall, his eyes wide with panic…

Phooosh!

Through the swirling smoke, he saw a figure emerging. The cat was gone, replaced by something much more terrifying and yet, hot and sexy… When the smoke cleared, standing in front of Chris was a man. Tall, imposing, about 6 '2, his frame is broad and muscular.

He was shirtless, wearing only a white doctor’s coat hanging loosely off his sculpted body sleek leathery pants. His chest and abs were like they were carved from marble, every muscle defined and gleaming with an almost unnatural perfection... Deep scars traced along his abs and chest, giving him a dangerous edge. It was everything Chris had ever imagined Leon would want. Someone strong, masculine, undeniably sexy. Everything Chris wasn’t.

The man’s lips curled into an unsettling, mischievous grin. His eyes glowed a haunting shade of emerald for a split second before returning to a more human look, though the glint of malice never left. “I feel your desperation, Chris...” the man purred, his voice deep and dripping with amusement, every word laced with darkness. He stepped forward slowly, each movement graceful yet predatory, like a lion toying with its prey. “And it really, reaaally bothers me… Oh~”

Chris’s pulse quickened as the man came closer, towering over him. There was something deeply unsettling about this guy, his aura was magnetic, drawing him in despite the fear prickling in his gut… The mysterious man crouched down, bringing his face close to Chris’s. His breath was cold and teasing, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper as he leaned in. “My heart aches for you…” Chris’s throat tightened, his mind a frantic mess…

“W-W-What do you mean??” he stammered, his voice shaky and unsure. “W-What do you want from me!!? Who... who are you!!”

The man chuckled softly, his smile never faltering as he stood back up, looking down at Chris like a predator sizing up its prey. “Oh Chris..” he sighed, dragging out the words, a hint of teasing in his tone. “I’m someone who can help you. Someone who understands your pain.” His hand reached out, gently brushing a tear off Chris’s cheek with an almost tender touch. “I know what you want, what you really wish for...”

Chris flinched at the contact, instinctively backing away. But no matter how much distance he tried to put between himself and this stranger, there was no escaping the intoxicating pull of his presence… “You want to be the kind of man Leon could love, don’t you?” the man continued, his voice slithering into Chris’s mind. “Someone worthy of his attention? Someone strong... masculine... and perfect.”

Chris’s heart twisted painfully. The words were like knives digging into his deepest insecurities... Of course he wanted that! He’d been dreaming about it for years, wishing every day that he could be someone Leon would desire! The man’s smile widened, his emerald eyes glowing faintly once more.

“I can give that to you, Chris.” he said softly, his tone sweet and menacing. “I can make you into the man you’ve always wanted to be... The man Leon would fall for without question...”

Chris stared up at him, speechless, torn between fear and temptation. His brain screamed that this was wrong, that there was something terribly off about this whole situation. But his heart... his heart was whispering something else. What if it worked? What if this man could actually change everything? Before he could fully form a decision, the mysterious man interrupted his train of thought, leaning in closer with a grin. “I can show you what Leon wants in a partner~” he teased.

Chris blinked, startled. “H-How?” he stammered, his breath catching in his throat. Without another word, the man pressed his lips softly against Chris’s. The kiss was unexpected, and for a second, Chris froze, completely taken aback. But then, something happened…

A sudden jolt of electric pleasure surged through his body, leaving him gasping. His back arched involuntarily, his eyes rolling back as the sensation overwhelmed him... It was as if the world around him melted away, and Chris was plunged into a vivid, almost dreamlike state… Flashes of images flooded his mind. He saw a man, tall, dark, muscular, sexy... The kind of man Leon desires. His smile was perfect, his body sculpted like a demigod.

And then Chris heard it, Leon’s voice... Clear as day, his thoughts and desires playing out in Chris’s mind like a twisted movie reel. Leon craved this kind of man. Wanted him with every fiber of his being… And then, there was Chris. Leon’s thoughts about him were cold, dismissive, and painful. Chris could hear how little Leon truly saw him, how despite all his efforts, Leon never reciprocated the same feelings. He was just… there. Not desirable. Not enough.

The realization shattered Chris. He was trapped in Leon’s mind, forced to witness how he’d never measure up to the man Leon fantasized about. It was devastating, heartbreaking. And yet… there was something oddly blissful about it. Finally, the man pulled away, breaking the kiss. Chris gasped for air, his body trembling as he slowly returned to reality.

The man stood over him, grinning, clearly amused by what Chris had just experienced. “You saw and heard everything~” the man teased, licking his lips, as if savoring the emotions radiating off Chris. Chris looked away, his face flushed with embarrassment and shame. But there was something else too. Anger… Frustration… Defeat....

He hadn’t expected Leon to think so little of him, despite everything he had given. He felt exposed, as if his heart had been ripped open and left to bleed in front of someone who never cared. The man’s eyes sparkled with excitement, feeding off Chris’s raw emotions like they were ambrosias.

He chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying every second of Chris’s heartbreak. “Mmm… your feelings, your pain... tasty~” he muttered, a sick grin spreading across his face. Chris’s breath hitched, the reality of the situation sinking in. This man was beyond dangerous… But there was no denying the gnawing desperation in Chris’s heart.

Despite everything he had just seen, the hurt and humiliation, he still wanted one thing, to be the man Leon wanted. To finally have Leon’s love… Slowly, Chris lifted his head and stared at the man with a mix of resentment and resignation.

His lips curled into a small, bitter smile. “So… w-what’s the catch?” he asked, his voice shaky but filled with desperation…

The man’s eyes gleamed, and a low, sinister cackle escaped his lips. This was what he’d been waiting for… Chris’s surrender. The final transaction that would seal the deal… His excitement was palpable, like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the one gift he’d been dreaming of.

“Oh, Chris…” the man grinned, his expression bright and maniac. “The catch is simple. I don’t need much…”

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper. “Just… give me your face!” Chris’s eyes widened in horror.

“M-my… my face??” he stammered, confusion and fear creeping into his voice.The man’s excitement grew, his eyes wide and wild with hunger.

“Yes! Exactly! Your face!” he exclaimed, his tone filled with glee, as if the request was the most natural thing in the world… His lips curled into an unsettling grin, and a bit of drool dripped from the corner of his mouth.

“Exactly! I want your face! I want to eat it!” Chris’s heart pounded in his chest as he recoiled in shock. He scrambled back, the words echoing in his mind.

This monster—this man or whatever he wanted his face?? His stomach churned with dread, and his mind raced to make sense of the insanity unraveling in front of him…

The man’s expression remained disturbingly cheerful, as if he’d just asked for something trivial, like a piece of candy. “You see, Chris…” he cooed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Your emotions, your despair, they’re like snacks and desserts to me. But your face… Mhmm~ that’s the main course!”

Chris’s body trembled, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. This was wrong. So wrong… But as terrifying as it was, part of him still clung to the hope that maybe, juust maybe, giving in would make everything better... He could be the man Leon wanted. He could finally be enough… The man crouched down in front of Chris, his gaze piercing.

“So, Chris… what’s it going to be?” He tilted his head, his voice almost playful. “Do we have a deal?”

Chris’s body moved before his mind could catch up. He subconsciously nodded, agreeing to the deal, but as soon as his head bobbed, a wave of panic washed over him.

Wait, no! I’m not ready! Not my face! Not like this!!

But it was already too late… The man clapped his hands in giddy excitement, his mischievous grin stretching across his face.

“Perfect! Let’s begin, shall we?” His voice was dripping with anticipation, as if he were about to unwrap the best gift ever.

Suddenly, Chris felt an invisible force lifting him off the floor. His back straightened unnaturally, his feet planted firmly on the ground, but he wasn’t in control. He could only watch in stunned confusion as his body began to change… His height shot up, bones creaking and cracking as he grew until he was eye level with the demon.

He could feel the stretch in his spine, his shoulders widening as if someone were pulling them apart from the inside. The cracking sounds should’ve been horrifying, but instead, it felt weirdly good…

A shudder of unexpected pleasure rippled through him. He looked down in shock as his feet grew larger, his calves swelling with muscle. His once twig-like legs were now thick and powerful, his thighs bulging as if he never skipped leg days…

“Unghh… ahhh…” Chris’s grunts escaped his lips, quickly shifting into moans that betrayed his mounting pleasure. The feeling was overwhelming, so intense.

His body twisted and morphed against his will, every shift of muscle and bone sending jolts of euphoria through him. He wanted to fight it, resist the changes but the sensations were too much. Too good…

The demon was reveling in the transformation, humming in delight like he was orchestrating the perfect symphony. To him, this was his playground of chaos and change. In his mind, classical music played, an ironic contrast to the raw, primal transformation happening before him…

Chris’s pants strained against his expanding legs until they couldn’t take it anymore. The seams tore with a loud rip, the fabric falling apart and leaving Chris standing in shredded tatters.

His once skinny penis was suddenly exposed, jerking to life in shock, throbbing against the air… Then came his torso. Chris’s flat chest and stomach rippled, something bubbling just beneath the surface, crawling inside his skin…

His moans deepened as he felt his abs harden, growing into thick, chiseled muscle. His pecs expanded, ballooning into firm, powerful slabs of muscle that stretched his skin tight. He looked down in disbelief, watching his once feeble frame morph into something that wouldn’t look out of place on a professional bodybuilder.

The man standing nearby, let out a low hiss of pleasure. “Mmm~ yeah… perfect… tasty!” he murmured, eyes locked on Chris’s growing form. “You’re going to be really hot!” Chris’s arms moved of their own accord, lifting into the air. His armpits tingled, and he gasped as thick hair sprouted, filling the space beneath his arms with a dense, bushy growth…

The smell hit him almost instantly, a pungent, intoxicating scent of pure masculinity. It was overwhelming, almost dizzying. His nostrils flared as the heady aroma filled the room, and for a moment, he couldn’t help but savor it.

“Ahhh… fuck yeah~ I love this smell!” The demon practically hissed in bliss as he took in the musky scent. Chris’s arms and hands, once thin and weak, bulged with newfound strength…

His biceps ballooned with muscle, veins pulsing as his body continued to grow, morphing into something entirely different. His head reeled, his eyes rolling back as the intense sensations overwhelmed him. Every inch of his body was being reshaped, and it felt so… so good…

He could feel his mind slipping, giving in to the sensations, letting his body change against his will… From his neck down to his toes, Chris’s body was completely transformed. He was massive now, built like a Greek demigod, with muscles that rippled with every breath. He looked like a bodybuilder, a sculpted masterpiece…

The man stepped back, admiring his handiwork. His smile was wide, eyes glinting with sadistic amusement. “Mmmm~ not bad, not bad at all~” he said with a mischievous grin. “But something’s still missing…”

Chris, still panting and reeling from the transformation, looked down at his massive, unfamiliar body. “W-What… have you done to me…” he whimpered, his voice shaky and thick with lingering pleasure.

He laughed, shrugged in an almost condescending manner. “Doing the deal, duh! I’m helping you out!” he replied, his face contorted into a mock expression of disbelief. “What did you think this was?”

Chris groaned, his lips parting as drool escaped from the corner of his mouth. His body was still buzzing from the overwhelming sensations, but deep down, something felt off… He looked at the demon, still confused, still unsure of what came next…

The man's smile widened, his tongue sliding across his lips as he eyed Chris’s face. “Don’t worry, Chris” he whispered, stepping closer. “We’re almost there. Just one more little adjustment~”

Chris’s heart pounded in his chest again. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know what that “adjustment” was. His face… his voice… his identity, everything felt like it was teetering on the edge of complete destruction, and yet, he couldn’t stop. He was in too deep now…

His fingers trailed lightly across Chris’s cheek, his eyes glowing with that familiar, unsettling excitement. “Ready for the final touch?” Chris couldn’t answer. His mind was spinning too fast, trapped between the bliss of transformation and the terror of what was still to come…

The demon raised his hand, and before Chris could even process what was happening, a searing beam of emerald light shot from his palm, striking Chris’s face.

His body jolted, convulsing as the light overtook him. His eyes rolled back, showing only the whites, while a wave of golden tan washed over his skin, replacing the once pale surface with a rich, bronzed tone.

It spread like ink droplets in water, consuming his entire body… Chris could barely register the changes happening. His soft, scruffy facial hair disintegrated, falling to the floor like sand, leaving him baby smooth, clean shaven.

He felt his jaw shift, becoming sharper, more angular and defined, as if his very bone structure was being molded into something new. His glasses slipped from his face, clattering to the ground. His vision blurred momentarily, but as he blinked, his eyes twitched and adjusted, becoming rounder and brighter. His slanted, sleepy expression was gone… Thick eyebrows formed, framing his new, dreamy gaze, and his lips, once full, softened into a slightly thinner, more refined shape, a splash of pink tint appearing on them as they moistened and smoothed. His nose became more prominent, more defined, and Chris’s mind swirled with sensations as his teeth, once yellowed and crowded, shifted into place, shining white like a movie star.

“Ohhh… fuck yeah, that feels really good,” Chris mumbled, his voice dropping into a deeper, sexier tone, surprising even himself. His scalp tingled as his hair shortened, styled into a sleek, clean cut. His once graying hairs disappeared, replaced by a uniform patch of black hair. He could feel the tugging sensation as though someone was massaging his scalp, and his locks turned glossy, a faint masculine scent radiating from them. It smelled expensive, like an exotic cologne mixed with masculine sweat.

And then there was down there… Chris’s crotch throbbed with intense pleasure, sending shudders up his spine.

“Nnghh... unffff...” he moaned, his body overwhelmed by the sensation. His once skinny penis grew thicker, swelling with girth and power, his balls becoming heavy and full… Whitish fluid dripped from the pink head, slicking his shaft.

As the final touches were added, a golden cross chain materialized around his neck, settling gently against his now bronzed chest. Chris’s fingers instinctively rose to touch his face, running along his newly chiseled jaw, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"W-What happened?? My face...!" he stammered, still adjusting to the deepened tone of his voice. The demon laughed, he stepped closer, bringing their faces almost nose to nose.

“I hope you like how you look now~” he teased. Before Chris could respond, his face began to shift and shimmer, transforming into a mirror. Chris gasped, staring at his transformed self, utterly stunned by the drastic change. It was like looking at a different person, one that radiated strength, confidence, and sex appeal… His fingers traced his cheekbones, feeling the firmness, the masculinity. He glanced down at his rippling abs and bulging biceps, still in disbelief. It all looked so real. It felt so real…

“W-What about my face? I thought you wanted it? Did you… already eat it??” Chris asked, confused but secretly thrilled with his new form. He shook his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Not yet…” he replied with a wicked smirk. “I’m about to be!” Suddenly, Chris’s body jolted violently again.

His feet left the floor, hovering as his entire body tensed. His thick, muscular cock sprang to life, throbbing with an intensity he’d never felt before…

“Mmph...!” Chris grunted, his head thrown back as he strained, feeling something building, something about to burst from the tip of his cock… The demon’s eyes glowed, filled with hunger and anticipation. His mouth opened, drooling with lust. This was the main course he’d been waiting for… Chris groaned and strained, his body shuddering as he felt something emerging from the head of his dick. It was… an ear.

“W-What the heck?!” Chris moaned, barely able to comprehend what was happening. Bit by bit, more began to emerge, a forehead, then hair, Chris’s old face, his former self, was being birthed from his cock.

He strained harder, grunting and moaning as the face fully appeared, dangling from his tip like a grotesque yet surreal vision… His previous face, pale, nerdy and ordinary, and all, floated in the air, swirling as if caught in a gentle breeze…

Chris watched, horrified yet fascinated, as his old face danced through the room, carried by his own seminal fluid. Then, like a ravenous beast, his mouth unhinged, stretching impossibly wide. With a single, swift motion, he devoured Chris’s old face, his teeth crunching as he chewed. Chris winced at the sound, cringing as he heard the wet, sickening crunch… he licked his lips, a look of pure ecstasy on his face.

“Mhmm… delicious~” he purred, savoring every last bite. After a moment of eerie silence, he turned back to Chris, now fully transformed.

“Thank you for the transaction, stud~” he teased, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now, for the last final part!” His finger pressed against Chris’s forehead, and an emerald light filled his mind, swirling with new thoughts, new memories.

A new identity was being etched into his brain. He was no longer Chris Ligaya. He was Baron Dacara, a Filipino-American gym influencer and part-time model, living the high life in Metro Manila…

“My job here is done! This should work~” He chuckled, his body began to fade into mist. “Thanks for the face, stud~” With a soft *whoosh*, the demon cat disappeared, leaving Chris— no, Baron, alone in the room.

Still reeling from the transformation, he stumbled toward the bathroom, his new body still humming with energy. He needed to see himself, to confirm that what just happened wasn’t some insane hallucination… As he reached the mirror, his breath caught in his throat. Staring back at him was the face of a man he didn’t recognize, a man far beyond his craziest dreams. Muscular, hot, sexy and strong, masculine perfection…

“This… is me?” Baron whispered, his fingers brushing his perfect, bronzed skin. A slow smile spread across his lips.

It was unbelievable.

It was incredible.

It was… real.

Baron stared at his reflection in the mirror, still in disbelief.

"Wow... this is real..." he whispered, running his fingers over his new face.

Every curve, every angle was perfect, just like the man Leon fantasized about. He slowly flexed his massive arms, feeling the muscles rippled under his skin.

"Whoaa hahaha, this feels really great.. Holy shit!" he exclaimed, marveling at his shredded back and thick shoulders.

He flexed again, enjoying the newfound power coursing through his body. “Now I understand why Leon loves men like this…” he muttered with a proud smile.

Curiosity led him to lift his arm closer to his face. A wave of thick, musky scent hit his nose from his armpit, so intoxicating it made his cock twitch…

"Damn… this smell…" he muttered, feeling his excitement grow. His eyes trailed down, landing on his larger, thicker manhood.

The sight of it sent a thrill through him. He reached down, cautiously stroking it, savoring every sensation as he rubbed it up and down.

With a slow hand, he began stroking it, feeling the heat rise… "Ohhh..." he bit his lip, his mind drifting toward Leon.

He pictured Leon naked, imagining him submitting, worshiping every inch of his new, perfect body like a desperate little slut. The thought hit him hard, and a dumb grin crossed his lips. Wait, why did he just think that? It felt unusual for him to have such degrading thoughts about Leon... it felt strange, but somehow so natural at the same time, as if his mind had been rewired to embrace this new persona.

His moans grew louder, more desperate, until he reached his climax, exploding with thick, creamy cum. With a deep, ragged gasp, he came, his cock spurting thick, jelly like cum that coated his hand. He stared at it, stunned. "Fuck…" He brought his fingers to his lips, tasting it. It tasted... different. Rich, sweet, salty and coconutty.

Afterward, he grabbed his phone, snapped a quick selfie. “Goddamn, I look good…” He admired the photo, he felt a wave of confidence, no more insecurities… He was now the embodiment of desire and masculinity, everything he’d ever wanted to be.

[A few days later]

Leon sat at the café, his matcha latte in hand, absentmindedly swirling the straw. He let out a deep sigh, frustration evident on his face.

“Besh, how’s Chris doing now? Is he still with you, or do you guys totally break up?” his friend asked casually.

Leon shook his head, still agitated by the whole situation. “Honestly, I was worried about him, but no, I haven’t heard anything from him… I guess we totally ended… it wasn't really totally my fault right? He was being so weird kasi suddenly confessing his feelings to me?? To me? What's his problem, it really gives me the creeps… tch.”

“Right…”

Leon sighed again, staring at his drink. “I wanted to explain my reason but he was already defensive and angry at my rejection! I mean bro, seriously grow up! You're an adult! Be a real man! Like he expected me to be his boyfriend. What the hell was he really thinking!?”

His friend’s eyes suddenly widened, glancing over Leon’s shoulder. “Besh! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh... Look behind your back but don't be too obvious!! There's a super hot guy staring at us. Shit he's so sexy!”

Leon rolled his eyes, irritated. “What??” Still salty from the memory of Chris.

“Behind you! Just look!” His friend kicked his leg under the table.

“Okay, okay! Damn!” Leon turned around, annoyed, but when his eyes met Baron’s smoldering gaze, his heart nearly stopped. "Damn... that guy... he’s from my dreams…" Leon quickly turned back to the table, his face turning red…

“Besh! He’s totally hot, right!? Imma get his number or insta! He totally looking at us! Ow.. Besh! What happened to you??”

Before Leon could react, Baron confidently approached their table, swagger in every step like he owned the entire café.

“Hi!” he greeted, flashing a confident grin. “I see you look really cute” he added, giving Leon’s shoulder a light tap.

Leon was speechless, his jaw slack… Baron’s presence was overwhelming, dominant, yet familiar…

"Hey nice to meet you, I’m Baron. Can I.. slide to your dm?" Baron teased and reached out his hand, his eyes glinting with playful intent.

Leon’s hand trembled, causing his phone to slip from his fingers. In one swift motion, Baron picked it up. As Leon reached for it, his nose accidentally brushed against Baron’s hair, inhaling that intoxicating, masculine scent… The arousing aroma made his head spin, and his heart pounded as his face flushed red.

Baron leaned in closer, his gaze locking with Leon’s, as if peering into his very soul. Leon’s breathing quickened, his mind clouded with confusion and... longing desire. Something about this man felt so familiar, yet he couldn’t place it.

Baron tilted his head, flashing a charming smile. “So… can I be your date?”

Meanwhile, in his private chamber, the demon cat watched the entire interaction unfold on a massive screen like a security camera, smirking to himself… He rolled his neck and let out a satisfying grunt and sigh, he shape shifted into Chris, and with a satisfied grin, he licked his lips.

"Another great job well done~" he mused, adjusting his glasses with a sinister chuckle…

[putransformations]

Hari Batik Nasional III

Today wasn’t just another ordinary day at the office... Sure, it was Batik Day, so everyone was decked out in their finest batik shirts, myself included. But what made it really special was the fact that I was mere hours away from finally pulling off something I had dreamed of for so long, a body swap with my coworker, Arief.

It had taken a while to get everything together, but I’d finally done it. The “body-swapping pills” I’d bought from Putra’s shady shop were in my grip, ready to go. Soul suppression and soul locking pills, made from who knows what kind of magic, but they were supposed to be potent... All I had to do now was set my plan into motion.

As the office started winding down, I knew it was time. My heart raced, but I had rehearsed this over and over in my head. I pulled out two pills of each type, popping them into my mouth. The feeling hit almost immediately, like something inside me was lifting out of my body... Before I knew it, I was hovering above myself, looking down at my own unconscious form.

This was it. No turning back now!

Floating through the office, I made my way to Arief’s cubicle. I couldn’t help but grin when I saw him, totally absorbed in his work, tapping away at his laptop like any other day. Little did he know what was about to happen...

I didn’t have much time. I could already feel the soul locking pills working their magic, pulling me toward Arief. I slipped through the cubicle wall and hovered right behind him. He didn’t notice a thing...

Great!

In a flash, I reached out, my hand phasing into his back. His body tensed up and shuddered, his hands dropping from the keyboard, and I could hear him mutter in confusion. His body jerked as I pulled, harder and harder, until finally, I felt it his soul... It came loose, and in seconds, I was dragging his unconscious soul out of his body and over to my own.

With one quick shove, I pushed Arief’s soul into my body, watching as his eyes slowly fluttered open. He looked around in confusion, instinctively reaching down to his crotch, which was now stained with cum after the shocked of his soul entered my body. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself. Perfect!

The pills were doing their job. The soul suppression ones made sure that Arief’s soul was completely overridden by my body’s natural instincts. He was me now, without even realizing it... As for the soul locking pills? Let’s just say he wouldn’t be leaving my body anytime soon~

Grinning, I floated back to where Arief’s now soulless body sat slumped against his chair. Before slipping in, I couldn’t resist getting closer. I buried my nose into his hair, breathing in his scent. Musky, a sweaty, with traces of shampoo and gel.

“Fuckk...” I moaned softly, relishing in it. I nuzzled into his neck, licking and nibbling at his ear, feeling the warmth of his body against my lips.

“Arief... you smell fucking good...” I purred. No wonder he was the star of the department, hehehe.

My hands roamed over his chest, feeling the smooth satin fabric of his batik shirt causing a shiver ran down my spine. I unbuckled his belt, unzipping his pants. His cock sprang free, already erect, throbbing in my hand. Without hesitation, I took it into my mouth, sucking until he came. "Mmph...! Fuck!"

I wiped lips my saliva mixing with his cum. “God, Arief… you taste so good...”

Now came the moment I’d been waiting for. I phased right into Arief’s body, feeling his warmth wrap around me. When I opened my eyes, I was sitting at his desk, his voice slipping from my mouth.

“Ohoho… nicee... fuck yeah!” I grinned, staring at my new hands and arms, flexing them in disbelief. I could feel everything, his memories, his instincts, all coming to me like second nature...

I pulled out his phone, opened the camera, and admired my reflection. “Arief, the marketing department's crush,” I chuckled, running my fingers through his hair. "Heh, now I’m him..."

I grabbed his things and headed to the office restroom, eager to get a better look at my new body. In front of the mirror, I unbuttoned his batik shirt, peeling it off to reveal lean, toned abs glistening with sweat. “Daamn...” I whispered, running my hands over his tight skin, flexing his muscular arms.

"No more beer and chronic stress belly for me~" Arief was fit, and now I was too!

I let my hands wander, teasing his sensitive nipples as pleasure surged through me. My cock throbbed, pre-cum dripping as I worked myself up, using the pit of my arm to rubbed and rocking it. Before I knew it, I exploded, moaning as I inhaled the smell of his worked up stench...

After cleaning up, I buttoned his batik shirt back up, running my fingers through his hair again. I styled it just the way Arief liked—neat, sharp. There was no way the real Arief would enjoy this, but that didn’t matter... I was in control now, and I was having the time of my life.

With everything settled, I took one last look in the mirror. “Looks like it’s time to go...” I muttered in Arief’s voice.

I grabbed his things and headed out. "This was just the beginning..." smirking as I left the office. His memories were already guiding me home, and I couldn’t wait to see what else I could explore in this new life of mine...

[putransformations]

Hari Batik Nasional II

Bren stumbled into his hotel room, exhausted from the long day at a business conference in Jakarta. Representing Emerald and Yang, a multinational insurance and financial firm from New York, had taken its toll on him… His bespoke suit and bag were quickly discarded as he collapsed onto the bed, letting out a deep sigh… He stared at the ceiling, feeling a weight in his chest. Was this really what he wanted? Or had the relentless grind just worn him down? He couldn’t tell anymore… What he did know was that he needed a break. A long one…

The thought hit him. Why not take advantage of the time he had left in Jakarta? He wasn’t due back in New York just yet, so why not take a few days to relax? Maybe unwind, maybe… vacation. After resting for a couple of hours and chatting on Tinder, he’d even lined up a date for the evening. Feeling a bit more energized, Bren dragged himself to the bathroom for a long, hot shower. The steam of the shower was exactly what he needed to shake off the day’s exhaustion…

As he toweled off, something felt… off. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but a strange sense of unease crept in… Shrugging it off as paranoia from fatigue, he moved back toward the bedroom, getting ready to head out.

“Huh…?” He sniffed the air. “What the hell is that smell?” It wasn’t subtle… There was a sweaty, musky scent hanging in the room, mixed with a cheap cologne. The kind you’d expect from a budget store, not something he’d ever wear. The odor grew stronger as he stood there, and he found himself sniffing around like a hound…

“This isn’t my cologne…” he mumbled, smelling his skin. “I just smell like soap..” he said, scratching his beard, confused. But he let it go again. He had a date soon, no time to waste.

Pulling on his beige pants and slipping on his black watch, Bren rummaged through his carry-on, hoping to find a shirt to match. “I’ve got a date in an hour, where’s a shirt that works with this! Dammit…” He muttered in frustration. Clothes lay scattered across the bed, but nothing felt right. “What the fuck is that smell again!” He groaned as the musky odor hit him like a wave. “Smells like my damn driver!”

He followed the stench, and as he opened the wardrobe, it hit him full force. “Ugh!” he coughed, stepping back. The source was clear. A sweaty, damp, brown batik shirt hanging in the wardrobe. He pulled it down, sniffing it, recoiling slightly... That’s where the smell was coming from, alright.

Weirdly enough, as he held it, he felt a warmth spread through his crotch, an odd tingling sensation that made him let out an involuntary moan. “Fuckk… What the hell?” he whispered, confused and a little embarrassed.

Despite the dampness and the awful smell, the batik shirt actually looked pretty decent. It matched his pants perfectly…He rushed to the bathroom, hoping to dry it with the hairdryer, but of course, it refused to work. “Yeah fucking great..” he muttered, throwing the hairdryer aside.

With his phone buzzing, Bren checked the message: “I’ll be ready to meet you at the hotel bar in 30, baby~”

“Shit! I don’t have time for this!” He was running late. Without another thought, he slid the shirt on. The moment the fabric touched his skin, a shockwave of pleasure shot through his body.

As soon as he slid his arms into the shirt, a jolt of intense pleasure hit him. “Oaahhh… mmphh… aahh…” he moaned, gritting his teeth. His cock pulsed, his prostate twitched with excitement, and his balls were on fire. It felt like he had just slipped his penis into a warm, slimy, ticklish, and tight pussy...

His eyes rolled back, his hands gripping the edges of the shirt as his body shuddered with pleasure. Then it started… the changes. He could feel something moving under his skin, like snakes crawling just beneath the surface. His bones cracked and shifted, and his body shrank down a few inches. He could feel his muscles rippling, his pale skin rapidly darkening to a rich bronze tan that spread like ink through water…

His scruffy facial hair dissolved onto the floor, leaving his jaw smooth and angular. His vision blurred, and when it cleared, his once blue eyes were now deep brown... His thickening eyebrows framed his new face, and his lips, which once had a rugged charm, now looked fuller, softer. His Roman nose flattened into something more rounded, more local…

“Ohhh… what the... fuck yeah, this feels so good…” he mumbled, his voice completely different. It was accented, almost… Indonesian. His scalp tingled, and his thinning red and graying hair thickened, turning glossy black as if he’d just been given a whole new head of hair. A thick, musky scent radiated from his new locks, the kind of smell someone hadn't washed their hair in a month and mixed with masculine sweat.

And then came the smell. Intense, pungent, and masculine… His armpits filled with thick hair, and the musky scent from before now clung to him, overpowering. He couldn’t help but inhale deeply, savoring the raw, earthy odor of his own body…

His arms bulged with newfound muscle, and his biceps swelled as veins snaked down his forearms. Bren staggered back, overwhelmed by the sensations as his once slim penis grew thicker and heavier... Wetness dripped down his thigh, staining his beige pants. His flat stomach rippled as lean abs carved themselves into place, his pecs ballooning into solid muscle.

As the transformation slowed, he opened his eyes, staring into the mirror in shock. The man looking back at him wasn’t Bren. This was someone else entirely.

“No… no way…” he whispered, his hand trembling as he touched his now unfamiliar face. He made a few different expressions, testing the reflection. “Who… is this… who the fuck am I?”

The musky smell hit him again, and suddenly, everything went blank. His brain fogged over, and his mouth hung slightly open… A goofy, almost mindless expression spread across his face. Thoughts raced through his head, not his own, but of a new man…

Rahman…

I am Rahman Syarief…

I’m from Bekasi…

I’ve always been Rahman…

He muttered the words with certainty, even though he knew, deep down, that wasn’t true…

His mind was slipping, his memories dissolving into nothing. He buttoned up the batik shirt, admiring his new reflection. “Not bad…” he muttered in Indonesian, feeling the confidence of a man who had never been Bren. Rahman stood there now, fully owning his new body, his new identity…

Rahman styled his new hair a bit, combing his messy parts with Bren's old comb. Bren's belongings now belonged to Rahman. Bren no longer existed. With a smirk, he grabbed Bren’s phone, took a few selfies, and he opened Bren's Instagram account and posted them on Instagram with the caption: “Happy National Batik Day! 💪🏼🇮🇩” Rahman smiled proudly and feeling handsome.

“Nice…” he thought.

Seeing the Tinder notification on Bren's account pop up again, Rahman grinned, adjusting his shirt. His penis throbbed.

“I’m waiting for you at the lobby, sexy~”

He looked at himself in the mirror once more, admiring and winking before heading back to the lobby to enjoy a stranger's Tinder date. He was more than ready for the night ahead.

“Well, tonight’s gonna be fun! 😉"