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Aliens on a Plane

Inspired by the cult classic Snakes on a Plane movie but of course, alien. Again, AI helped here but 65% is me and 35% is AI for this one

The recycled air of the Boeing 747 hummed a constant, droning lullaby that did little to soothe Luis’s nerves. He shifted in the plush, but overly familiar first-class seat, the leather clinging faintly to the back of his neck.

Behind him, Agent Sterling cleared his throat, a sound like stones shifting. To his right, Agent Hayes is sketching something intricate and geometric on a small notepad, his broad brow furrowed in concentration.

Sterling, the taller of the two, had hair the color of brownish-blonde and shoulders wide enough to block the aisle. Hayes is slightly shorter, though still towering by Luis’s standards, with tightly cropped hair and disarming smile that gives you false sense of warmth since behind that soft smile lurked a dangerous and experienced agent. Both of them wears identical dark suits that did little to conceal the bulk of their muscled frames, quite the wall that shielded Luis but it's fitting since they need to escort the 20 years old boy to safety

Luis, with his jet-black hair falling slightly over his dark eyes and his fairly-built frame, feels small and exposed between them. Witness protection. A new life. It all sounded so simple when they explained it in the sterile conference room. What he hadn’t explained, couldn’t bring himself to explain, was the why. The killers of his Tía Maria and Tío Mateo, two determined veteran journalists with penchant for dangerous coverage, weren’t just cartel enforcers. They were… something else. Something that moved with a disjointed grace, whose eyes held an ancient, cold intelligence, and whose bodies sometimes seemed to ripple and flow beneath their skin. They might look human, no, they were human, but something else controlled them that made them....inhumane

The memory sent a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with the cabin temperature. He hadn’t spoken the word "alien" to the agents. They are serious men, grounded in ballistic reports and forensic evidence. How could he explain the impossible truth of a cartel infiltrated by extraterrestrial sludge that turned men into meat puppets? They wouldn't believe him. They’d think he's traumatized, delusional.

He glanced around the cabin. First class isn't full, maybe ten other passengers. Mostly businessmen in suits, a couple of older women and one younger man with headphones plugged in, bobbing his head. All seemed normal. A little bit too normal, maybe.

Around the time after the seatbelt sign turned off, Luis sensed something wrong. A subtle shift in the air pressure? A low thrum beneath the engine noise? It's like a presence, cold and heavy, settling over the plane. He gripped the armrest tighter despite the airplane already on cruising mode and there's no announcement about turbulence whatsoever.

Across the aisle, a huge man in a relaxed black tee, early 40s, with a receding hairline and a heavy build, suddenly stopped typing on his laptop. His hands froze above the keys. His head tilted back slightly. Luis watched, heart hammering against his ribs. The man’s eyes, previously scanning the screen with mild irritation, glazed over for just a second. Then, they focused. But they aren't the same eyes. They are too still, too bright, holding a terrifying, vacant intensity that Luis recognized instantly.

The man slowly lowered his laptop. He didn’t look at the screen, or the flight attendant passing by. His gaze drifted directly to Luis. And it lingered. It's not just a glance; it's an appraisal. A slow, deliberate sweep from his head down to his feet, and back up again. It feels… wrong. Not just hostile, but possessive, hungry in a way that made Luis’s skin crawl.

The man smiled then. It's a wide, generous smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. The eyes remained cold, assessing. And there's something else in the smile, too. Something unpleasant and suggestive.

Luis quickly looked away, pretending to be absorbed in the seat-back screen. He could feel the gaze on him, though, like a physical weight. He risked another glance. The man is now leaning back, arms crossed over his chest, still watching him. The muscles beneath his t-shirt seemed… fuller, tighter than they had a moment ago. His posture is now relaxed but coiled, like a predator observing prey.

Luis leaned over and whispered to Sterling, "Agent, that man across the aisle… he's acting strangely."

Sterling shifted, his massive form filling the space. He looked across. His expression remained neutral, trained.

"Herman Miller. He's been quiet the whole flight. What's strange about him?"

"His eyes," Luis whispered back. "and the way he's looking at me,"

Sterling observed Miller for a moment. Miller noticed the staring and give Sterling a brief, polite nod, the smile still fixed on his face. Sterling nodded back.

"Looks like a standard businessman, kid. Probably just zoned out." He turned back to face forward. "Try to relax, Luis. We're almost there."

Luis swallowed hard. They don't see it. Or they saw it and dismissed it. But Luis knows. That's not the same Mr. Miller anymore that stepped into this flight.

Minutes crawled by. The heavy presence in the cabin intensified. Luis feels a prickling sensation on his skin, like static electricity, but colder. He sees it happen again, two rows ahead.

A younger man, maybe early-to-mid twenties, athletic build, wearing a rather loose hoodie with minimal logo. He was busy with his laptop while occasionally looking out the window and enjoying his music before his head stopped bobbing and his body become unnaturally stiff. He then takes off his headphones as his eyes darted around the cabin, scanning, searching. Then they landed on Luis. This time, the gaze is even more intense, more overtly predatory. The young man runs his hand through his short, bleached blonde hair, a gesture that seemed consciously smooth, rehearsed. A slow smile spread across his face, echoing the one on ‘Mr. Miller’s’. This smile is brighter, perhaps more openly inviting, but the eyes are the same: calculative, ancient, wrong.

The young man stands up as he takes off his hoodie to reveal a tight compression shirt underneath that hugged his body beautifully. On purpose or not, he flexed his muscles as he pulled off a double-bi pose while just staring stoically at his surroundings.

Even in the rather spacious space of the first class cabin, his musculature seemed quite big and takes off quite some space. His shoulders are broad, his chest thick yet firm and that cannonball he called arms really looking like it can inflict some sizable damage. He stretched languidly, his movements unnaturally fluid, almost boneless, before becoming sharp and precise again. He started walking down the aisle, not towards the lavatories or the galley, but slowly, deliberately, towards Luis’s row.

Sterling immediately tensed. Hayes stopped sketching, his pen hovering over the notepad. Both agents watched the approaching man with heightened alertness.

The man stopped beside Luis’s seat. He's tall, significantly taller than Luis, and built like a college linebacker. His presence feels overwhelming, a wall of unnerving physical intensity.

"Hey there," the young man said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate in the confined space. It's friendly, casual even, but the tone overlaid with something else, something deeper and more resonant that sent another tremor through Luis. "Just stretching my legs. Long flight, huh?" He's not looking at the agents. His eyes, those terrifying, bright eyes, are locked on Luis.

Luis nodded mutely, unable to find his voice.

"Yeah," the young man chuckled, his smile widening, "gets cramped back there."

He gestured vaguely behind him, towards the economy section, though he had been sitting in first class. Another subtle glitch. "Mind if I…?" He gestured towards the empty seat beside Luis, the aisle seat that Sterling usually vacated when Luis needed to stretch or use the lavatory. It's a request that made no sense; the seat is not his, and he had no reason to sit there.

Sterling answered before Luis could. "Please return to your seat. The aisle needs to remain clear."

The young man turned his unnatural smile on Sterling. It's like looking into a mirror reflecting something utterly alien. "Oh, just wanted to chat a bit. You guys seem a little… tense. Everything okay?" His gaze flicked back to Luis, heavy and lingering. "He looks a little pale. Not feeling well?"

The casual concern is a facade. The underlying current is pure, predatory interest, laced with a disturbing possessiveness. It feels like the alien inside are all assessing Luis, not just as a target, but as something it found… probably compelling. Attractive. In a deeply unsettling way.

"He's fine," Sterling said, his voice firm. "Please, return to your seat."

The smile never vanished from the young man's face, but the warmth in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by that ancient, cold light. "Alright, alright. Just being friendly." He stayed for another moment, letting his gaze sweep over Luis one last time, a slow, deliberate caress that made Luis feel exposed and vulnerable. "Maybe catch you later?" he murmured, his voice softer, more suggestive, before turning and walking back up the aisle. His movements were still too smooth, too perfect.

Luis let out a shaky breath he hadn't realized he's been holding. "Did you hear that?" he whispered to Sterling. "The way he spoke? And he's in first class, not 'back there'."

Sterling frowned slightly. "Okay, that's a little odd. Hayes, did you get his seat number when he stood up?"

Hayes nodded, making a note. "Section 1A. He definitely wasn't in economy."

"See?" Luis said, his voice urgent. "They're not acting normally. It's the aliens, agent. Like I saw back home. They possess people, strong people. They take over their bodies."

Sterling and Hayes exchanged a look. It's not dismissive, not exactly, but it held a clear skepticism that crushed Luis's fragile hope. "Luis," Sterling said gently, "I know you've been through a lot. Hallucinations after trauma aren't uncommon."

"It's not a hallucination!" Luis insisted, his voice rising slightly. "They're here. On the plane. They want to stop me from getting free. They're... they're looking for hosts." He gestured frantically around the cabin. "Look at them!"

More eyes are turning towards their row now. Not just the 'possessed' ones, but regular passengers curious about the commotion. But Luis noticed something else. Several other men in the cabin – a tattooed fit guy and muscular guy in a polo shirt scrolling on his phone near the front – are also exhibiting that same stillness, that same sudden, unsettling focus. Their eyes are locking onto Luis.

The man with the recession, 'Mr. Miller', across the aisle is now leaning forward, his lips slightly parted, watching Luis with unnerving intensity. The young man in the hoodie had stopped in the forward galley area and turned, pretending to look at the drinks cart, but his eyes are fixed on Luis.

Luis feels nauseous. The limited space of the cabin suddenly felt suffocating, crawling with unseen presences wearing human masks. And those eyes… they weren't just hostile. There's a disturbing undercurrent to their gaze, a predatory interest that was both terrifying and deeply violating. It was the same look he'd seen in the eyes of the possessed cartel members right before they… before his aunt and uncle��

He huddled deeper into his seat, trying to make himself smaller. But all the gaze followed him, feel him, as if he's being inspected. They aren't just looking at him; it feels like they are seeing through him, assessing his fear, his vulnerability. And there's that unsettling layer of predatory, sexual interest that made his skin prickle and his stomach clench. It's as if the aliens, lacking their own physical forms, found something fascinating, something desirable, in the human body – especially strong, vital ones, and perhaps found Luis's own physical form, his youth and fear, particularly enticing in its vulnerability.

Sterling and Hayes, sensing the rising tension, become more alert and rigid, their hands subtly moving closer to their jackets. They are looking at the men Luis pointing out, their expressions hardening, but they still seemed to interpret it as simple hostility, maybe associates of the cartel trying to intimidate their witness. They didn't see the alien gleam in their eyes, feel the cold, heavy presence, or recognize the deeply unsettling, predatory nature of the attention directed at Luis.

"Stay calm, Luis," Sterling said, his voice low and steady. "They're just trying to spook you. They can't do anything on a commercial plane, unless they are utterly stupid,"

"You don't understand!" Luis pleaded, his voice trembling. "They're not just trying to spook me. They are the threat! And they're getting stronger. Look! Look at how many of them there are now!"

Indeed, several more men in the cabin had shifted. A shredded older man with thick forearms reading a book in the next row had tossed his paperback to the seat pocket, his gaze is now fixed on Luis, his mouth set in a grim line, but his eyes held that familiar, unsettling brightness.

Another younger man, sleeping near the front, abruptly sat upright, his eyes snapping open, instantly scanning the cabin and locking onto Luis with that same predatory stare, the young jock in the opposite seat also reacted the same as his muscle tensed and his eyes focused solely on Luis, making Luis's even more uncomfortable, and embarassingly, aroused.

The air in the cabin feels thicker, charged with an unholy energy. The possessed men aren't communicating verbally, but there's a palpable sense of connection between them, a silent network. And their collective focus was laser-sharp on Luis.

'Mr. Miller' across the aisle slowly rise from his seat. He doesn't stumble or hesitate. His movements are smooth, deliberate. The young man in the hoodie (now tanktop) near the galley turned fully now, abandoning his pretense, and started walking back down the aisle again, slow and purposeful. The man with the mustache and the shredded older man from the premium economy shifted in their seats, their bodies warmed up towards Luis, ready.

Their eyes, all of them, are on him. Intense, cold, appraising, and laced with that same disturbing, predatory interest. It's not just hostile attention; it's targeted, violating. It feels like being hunted, not just for his life, but for something else, something the aliens found compelling about his very being.

Sterling and Hayes finally seemed to grasp the scale of the immediate physical threat, even if they don't understand its true nature. They are surrounded by men who, just moments ago, seemed like typical passengers, now radiating a silent, focused menace.

Sterling’s hand moved inside his jacket. Hayes put his notepad away, his massive frame becoming rigid with readiness.

"Stay behind us, Luis," Sterling ordered, his voice gravelly.

But the possessed men aren't lunging yet. They are approaching slowly, deliberately, filling the narrow aisle, blocking off escape routes. Their smiles are gone now, replaced by expressions of grim determination and that chilling, ancient intelligence in their eyes as they cornered the fight to the business class section with the whole flight attendant also seemingly converted to their causes too

They are strong, their bodies solid with human muscle, but their movements are subtly alien, too fluid in some ways, too precise in others. And the collective weight of their unnerving gazes on Luis is almost unbearable. It's a silent assertion of power, a horrifying display of ownership that made Luis’s blood run cold. They aren't just assassins; they are collectors. And they had set their sights on him.

The first of them, the young man in the hoodie, reached their row. He stopped directly right before Luis's row with Hayes blocking him. His face is unnervingly still, his eyes like polished stones. He doesn't speak a single word anymore despite being very chatty previously. Now, he just stands there, immense and silent, radiating that cold, predatory presence, the physical embodiment of the alien will that had taken root inside him.

Behind him, 'Mr. Miller' and the other possessed men are closing in, flanking their row, their gazes fixed with the same unnerving intensity on Luis. The pressure in the cabin is immense, the limited space now a cage filling with alien-controlled human muscle.

Luis pressed back into his seat, trapped between the alien threat in front and the unaware protectors beside him. The air vibrated with unspoken intent. They hadn't come for the agents. They had come for him. And in their cold, ancient eyes, Luis sees not just the promise of death, but something far more disturbing: a recognition, an appraisal, a possessive, hunting gaze that made him feel utterly, terrifyingly exposed.

"Join us, and you will not suffer the same fate as your uncle and aunt, Luis," said 'Mr. Miller' coldly

"NO! I will not join you!

"Hey, back yourself off and watch-----

Agent Sterling unholstered his gun and aimed it at 'Mr. Miller' but he can't move a single muscle any longer while Agent Hayes barked in the back.

"Establish a perimeter!" Agent Hayes said. "We need to get this kid out and get into the cockpit!"

Not hearing any sort of response from Sterling, Hayes turned around and much to his dismay, witnessing Sterling's own body seemed to move of its own accord. The gun clattered from his fingers and his face split into a blissed-out smile. His eyes rolled back in his head as a wave of euphoria crashed over him.

"Hayes," he groaned, voice thick with need. "Dude... I'm so....freaking horny. Like, I can't even think straight. I need you to fuck me!"

Hayes gaped at his partner in disbelief, but then, the sensation hit him too and that's when he realized, they are not dealing with mere cartel. It's literally extraterrestrial and right now, they are making it difficult for Hayes to function as his loins also warmed up to the demand requested by Sterling. As if not enough, Sterling started to unbuckled his pants and tear open his suit to reveal his battle-hardened muscle. Hayes knew he should resist, but his willpower crumbled like sand as his cock swelled and strained against his zipper while the rest of the possessed men marched to capture the whimpering Luis

"The two human agents will not be able to protect you, Luis. This is your end. Now, go like your uncle and aunt or live for another day as part of us? We can take root and get stronger in the States, we will even give you high-ranking positions so you can oversee the collective work we're working on!"

Right before Luis managed to reach the cockpit door, one of the flight attendant that's been stationed there blocked his passage. He's an imposing blonde with a perpetual smirk on his face, the alien in control utilizing that perpetual smirk to perfection as the genuine smile he would usually give to all his passengers now tainted with a hint of corruption in his core

"Listen to him, Luis. Your resistance is futile. I will literally knock this door even if you get in and turn the pilot and his 2 co-pilots with ease, and everyone in this flight too, will be like Agent Sterling and Agent Hayes. Do you think you are the grand prize? Not at all boy, you're just the excuse. You are our key to Troy, and we're all the Greeks inside the Trojan Horse,"

Luis quivered, and as the flight attendant grab his chin, he then smiled mischievously

"Just look at your back, do you think you can escape?"

It's a carnage like he would never expect before behind him. An orgy of depraved lust erupted on the plane. The other male flight attendants are stripped to the waist, their firm, hairless chests glistening with sweat. They stalked down the aisles, groping and grinding against the passengers.

The possessed horde of men from earlier – the young man in hoodie, the shredded mid-40s man, the two jocks and even the two agents – all seemingly driven with crazed lust and insatiable thirst for conversion as they turned the airplane into an unholy melting pot of races and body types, unified by their shared alien essence. Moans and grunts of animal pleasure filled the air, punctuated by the rude slap of flesh against flesh.

Luis writhed in the grip of the creature masquerading as the flight attendant. It shoved Luis' face into the juncture of his thighs, forcing him to inhale the pungent scent of his arousal.

"Look at you," the thing growled. "So much potential in that hot young body of yours. You are made to be a receptacle for our seed and our consciousness. You're going to make such a fine host..."

Behind them, Sterling and Hayes tag-teamed to split open this thick, burly vet, their faces twisted in agonized bliss.

The 260 lbs giant was asleep when he's suddenly yanked by the agents and turned into a sobbing, fucked mess. Right now, the two agents raging cock only need to be inserted once more and exploded its sludge inside of him for a full conversion to really happened. As both possessed FBI agents grinned, they launched their salvo in sync, penetrating the former Air Force Sergeant from both ends to quickly convert the giant. Crying out, the vet clenched his fingers in Sterling's short hair and slammed back onto him as his eyes snapped open, working himself on his converter's thick shaft as some of the essence inside of his body controlled himself to fall victim to his own demise. Their couplings shook the very airframe of the plane, each brutal stroke a fresh violation.

All around them, more passengers submitted to the siren call of the alien sludge. The recent converts, glazed eyes rolling in ecstasy, worked their mouths up and down the cocks of the passengers seated next to them. The others, lost to senseless pleasure, rutted with the women, their fluids mingling.

Luis' can only cry when he realized what he did to all these people. His salvation comes with the cost of the lives of countless others. Agent Sterling. Agent Hayes. That Mr. Miller guy. All of them possessed because of his will to live and conviction to share his story to the masses, cautionary tale of a silent invasion to every living organism on Earth. That guilt eases the sludge to seize control of his body as instead of empathy, there's a twisted sensation now creeping in him. Look at all the human there, lustful and all obedient to his calling. All of them converted to the cause because of him – the bait, the pawn that thought of himself to be the savior – and he feels immensely proud of it. He watched in delight as his own cock surged to painful hardness, straining against his zipper. He needed to be violated, to be seeded and claimed, to become a thrall to the sludge...

The flight attendant shoved Luis to his knees and seized his chin again, forcing him to look up into those swirling, alien eyes. "That's it," it crooned. "Let it take you. Become one with us. Become... ours."

And with that, it rammed its enormous, rigid cock down Luis' throat, splitting him open, impaling him onto its length. Luis' eyes rolled back and he submitted, opening his body and his mind to the insidious alien presence.

As the plane flew on into the night, the passengers rutting and twisting in a debauched frenzy, the sludge exulted. Another victory, another conquest, leading them one step closer to total dominion over Earthling one places at a time. Next destination: New York

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The Hotel Chain General Manager: Desert Spring Part 3 (Reiner's POV)

This is like 60% AI, 40% me. My original part 3 jumped a bit too far from this arc (Part 2) and feeling angsty for not releasing a new story for a while, I feel like I want to at least move on from this section (Part 1), so, here's the story

The form I inhabit is a masterpiece of biological engineering, despite its inherent fragility. They call him Reiner, a name I find rather pedestrian, but the vessel itself is anything but. Blonde hair, the colour of bleached sand under a harsh sun, frames a face that humans seem to find... appealing. Tall, imposing – yes, that's accurate. But it's the sculpting beneath the skin that truly makes this shell efficient. Pectorals that swell and shift with every movement, obliques that ripple like carved stone, a core that feels like cast iron. Muscles honed not just through exercise, but through Reiner’s own obsessive vanity before I took control. They say Ares, the Greek deity of war, carved this physique. I find the comparison quaint, but it illustrates the effect. It is a body built to draw the eye, to inspire awe, maybe a little fear, and, most importantly for my purposes, intense physical desire.

I reside within Reiner's nervous system, a flowing consciousness spread thin like a second skin just beneath his own. His memories are there, archived and dormant. His emotions are embers, quickly extinguished. I access his motor functions directly, bypassing the limbic system, the prefrontal cortex – all the messy, unpredictable parts that make humans so frustratingly individualistic. I am the pilot, and Reiner is merely the aircraft, a high-performance model suited perfectly for this environment: a five-star resort teeming with vulnerable biomass.

This place is a petri dish of opportunity as my progenitor mentioned that they simply have no more thirst for conquer or exploration so it's left to the rare, adventurous split they created like me to continue the mainternance and expansion of our bastion on Earth. The air hangs thick with leisure and longing. Walls of glass reflect a sky of indifferent blue, framing manicured gardens and pools that shimmer invitingly. The atmosphere is potent – a heady cocktail of relaxation, self-indulgence, and barely suppressed urges. Humans shed their daily anxieties here, lowering their defenses, becoming ripe for the taking. The heat, too, is my ally. It encourages less clothing, showcases the very form I control, and, crucially, promotes sweat. Sweat, a perfect vector.

My control is absolute, seamless. Reiner’s smile is mine now, a slow, deliberate curve that seems disarmingly genuine. His laughter, when I choose to use it, is deep and resonant. His gaze, fixed and intense, holds precisely the intended degree of interest – never too much to appear desperate, never too little to seem aloof. I have studied countless hours of human interaction through Reiner's memories and passive observation, refining my technique. Charm, vulnerability (feigned), genuine curiosity (simulated) – I deploy them all with calculated precision. Misogyny, Reiner's original, rather dull programming, is a non-factor for me. I feel no gender bias in my targets; they are simply energy sources and potential extensions of my being. The body’s inherent appeal works on approximately half the population one way, and a smaller, but equally viable, segment another. It's efficient.

My hunt begins subtly. I guide Reiner's body through the resort's opulent spaces. The lobby, all marble and hushed tones, allows for initial scans. The outdoor pool, a vibrant expanse of sun-baked skin and splashing mirth, is excellent for observing physical responses. But the real hunting grounds are the places where the heat is intentional, where bodies are pushed and exposed: the gymnasium and the sauna.

Today, I steered Reiner towards the indoor gym. It's state-of-the-art, all polished chrome and dark leather. The air is thick, humid with exertion, a smell I've come to associate with readiness. I place him on a Smith machine, selecting a weight that is impressive but not excessive. The body performs the repetitions flawlessly, the muscles flexing and straining exactly as designed. This displays the physical prowess, the raw power that is part of the lure. I feel the burn, the tautness – interesting sensations, but they are subordinate to my purpose.

My gaze sweeps the room. There. A woman on the treadmill, eyes fixed on the screen but her peripheral vision subtly tracking my movements. Young, fit, projecting an aura of seeking connection even as she tries to appear absorbed. I complete my set, the metal clattering softly. I rise, wiping the minimal (controlled) sweat from my brow with a towel, a performance of effort. I walk towards the water cooler, ensuring my path brings me close to her.

As I pass, I allow my gaze to linger for just a fraction of a second longer than strictly necessary. A subtle acknowledgment. When I reach the cooler, I take a slow drink, giving her time to react, to make her move. And she does. She slows her pace, glancing over.

"Excuse me," she says, her voice slightly breathless from the run. "Do you... train here often? I haven't seen you around."

Ah, the opening. Simple, direct. Perfect. I turn, planting Reiner's feet firmly, projecting confidence. I let a slow smile spread across his face.

"Actually, I just arrived today," I say, my voice pitched low, conversational as I let Reiner's accent slip. I can feel the slight vibration in Reiner's vocal cords, the controlled airflow. "Needed to shake off the travel." I gesture vaguely around the gym. "Impressive facility."

She steps off the treadmill, grabbing her own towel. "It is. I'm staying for the week. Trying to stick to my routine, though resort life makes it hard." She smiles back, a little shyly.

"Discipline is key," I agree smoothly. "But balance is important too. Hard work in here," I tap Reiner's chest lightly, feeling the solid muscle beneath the skin, "and relaxation out there." I nod towards the windows overlooking the pool.

"Exactly," she laughs, seeming more at ease. "I'm Clara, by the way."

"Reiner." I extend a hand. The touch is firm, warm. I feel her pulse, her skin temperature. I send a tiny pulse of bio-energy along my nerve endings, a subtle, almost imperceptible vibration meant to resonate, to feel like a 'spark.'

"Nice to meet you, Reiner. That's... quite an accent you have....and a workout you did." Her eyes linger on Reiner's chest.

"It's merely a Belgian routine maintenance," I shrug modestly, though I know the body is anything but average. "Keeps the system running smoothly." I pause, calibrating my next move. "You seem to handle the heat well. Athlete?"

"Oh, no, former. Just lower D1."

"Well, it's D1 still. No wonder you are so......determined." I focus Reiner's gaze directly into her eyes. This is where the manipulation deepens. I project an intense, singular focus that humans often interpret as deep interest or attraction. "It's admirable."

Her cheeks colour slightly. "Thank you. That's... kind of you to say."

"Just honest appreciation," I counter. "It's rare to see someone put in the effort when they're ostensibly on vacation." I lean slightly against the water cooler, adopting a relaxed, open posture. "So, Clara. Besides conquering the treadmill, what else brings you to this little paradise? Coachella is over ages ago,"

The conversation flows easily after that, guided by my subtle prodding. I ask about her work, her interests, her reasons for needing a vacation. I listen attentively, offering comfortable silences and pertinent questions. I reveal carefully curated, bland details about "my" (Reiner's) life – non-committal mentions of work, travel, a vague sense of being unattached. I build rapport, a false sense of connection. I note her vulnerabilities – a recent stressful period, a feeling of being slightly lost. I offer mild, comforting platitudes that Reiner's memories tell me humans find soothing. I am building her comfort, lowering her guard.

The gym session ends. We step outside, the humid air replaced by the fresher heat of the late afternoon.

"I was thinking of hitting the sauna next," I mention casually. "Detoxify after the workout. You?"

She hesitates for just a moment. The sauna. A more intimate space, less public. More heat, more sweat. Perfect.

"Actually, that sounds... really good right now," she says, a hint of excitement in her voice. "Okay, yeah. Let's do that."

We walk towards the spa wing. The air grows heavier, scented faintly with eucalyptus. The sauna is a cedar-lined box of intense heat. We step inside. The heat immediately embraces us, coating the skin in a fine sheen of sweat. We sit on the slatted benches, the wood warm against the skin. I did notice her eyes that wandered on Reiner's majestic body when I took off the black shirt that's been hugging his body all day long. She kept that admiration to herself and remained silence as she probably fighting the urge to worship Reiner right here and right there. The silence is punctuated by the soft hiss of the heater and our own breathing.

This is where the physical presence becomes overwhelming. Reiner's body, large and muscular, takes up significant space. The heat enhances the scent of clean yet musky skin and faint perspiration. I modulate Reiner's breathing, keeping it steady, calm, projecting composure even in the stifling heat.

We talk again, voices hushed. The heat seems to loosen inhibitions. She talks about hopes, fears, things she might not share in a different setting. I offer quiet empathy, simple affirmations. I maintain eye contact, letting Reiner's eyes convey a depth of understanding I do not possess. My internal processes are focused. I am sensing her energy field, identifying the optimal point of transfer. The pores in her skin are open, her circulation is high. The heat is preparing her.

I shift slightly on the bench, turning more towards her. The skin of my arm brushes hers. The contact is brief, seemingly accidental in the cramped space. This is it. I initiate the transfer. From Reiner's pores, from the microscopic moisture on his skin, I release a near-invisible filament of my own essence. It is not a physical thing in the human sense, more like concentrated consciousness, a invasive data stream. It seeks entry points – the open pores, the tiny abrasions on her skin, perhaps even through respiration if she inhales close enough.

I describe the process to myself clinically. The filament attaches, a biological handshake. It burrows, microscopic tendrils seeking pathways into her dermis, her bloodstream, her nervous system. There is no pain for her, perhaps a faint tingling, misinterpreted as the heat, or a shiver of pleasure from the contact. The filament spreads, replicating, a silent invasion beginning at a cellular level.

Our conversation continues, oblivious on her part. I watch her closely. The first signs are subtle. A slight loss of focus in her eyes, a flicker of disconnect. A micro-pause in her speech. I maintain the charming facade, asking questions, guiding the interaction, keeping her brain busy and distracted while the invasion proceeds unimpeded beneath the surface.

We leave the sauna, stepping into the warm, but relatively cooler, air of the spa lounge. The effect of the heat is still potent, leaving us both flushed and relaxed.

"Wow," she breathes, wiping her face. "That was intense. But in a good way."

"Cleansing," I agree. "Physically, mentally." I said with a hint of deviousness while looking at Reiner's watch. "It's getting late. I'm just heading back to my room to freshen up. Perhaps we can... continue this conversation over dinner tonight? At the restaurant?

The invitation is expected, the natural progression. Her eyes light up. The subtle signs of the initial infection are still there, but masked by the flush of heat and the anticipation of what's next. The filament has reached her superficial nerve endings, beginning its work of dampening her higher cognitive functions, specifically those related to caution and independent judgment.

"I'd like that very much, Reiner," she says, her smile wider this time, less shy.

"Excellent. Shall we say... eight? I'll meet you in the lobby bar."

"Perfect."

We part ways. But before returning to my room, I decided to take a selfie of Reiner to commemorate this milestone

"The first progress out of many more to come,"

The picture looks nice. Guess it will be fitting if I post it on Reiner's IG feed, it's been a while since he updated anything, can't let his followers worried on his whereabout after all.

I guide Reiner back to the luxurious suite. The room is a symphony of soft lighting, plush carpets, and expensive art. I stand before the full-length mirror, examining the vessel. It is performing admirably. The muscles are still prominent, sweat beading on the skin, reflecting the light. The face wears an expression of pleasant expectation.

Inside, I monitor Clara's progress. The filament is spreading, branching. It targets the limbic system first, suppressing fear and doubt. Then the frontal lobe, dampening critical thinking and willpower. It is not replacing her brain, not yet. It is integrating, becoming an insidious co-pilot, preparing to assume full control. The process is elegant in its biological simplicity – hijack the existing machinery, redirect its function.

Dinner is another performance. I use Reiner's body to occupy space confidently at the table. I order food I have no need for but which completes the human ritual. I listen intently to Clara, letting her talk, guiding her towards topics that reveal more about her inner landscape. The filament continues its spread, deeper now. I can sense it intertwining with her neural pathways. Her pupils are slightly dilated. Her posture is subtly changing, becoming less fluid, more... posed. She laughs at my jokes, but the laughter doesn't quite reach her eyes anymore.

By the time dessert arrives, the process is nearing completion. Her voice is flatter. Her movements are slightly delayed, less natural. The spark of individuality is dimming, being subsumed.

"Clara," I say, lowering my voice, leaning across the table. "You seem... different tonight. More open. Beautiful."

She smiles, but it's a vacant, glassy smile. "Thank you, Reiner."

"I feel like we've connected on a level I wasn't expecting," I continue, the lie effortless. "Out there," I gesture vaguely towards the resort, "it's all superficial. But you... you feel real."

"Real," she echoes softly.

"Yes. And I feel a... pull towards you. Something strong." I reach across the table and take her hand. Her skin is warm, clammy. The filament is now firmly established throughout her peripheral nervous system and infiltrating the major cranial nerves. I can feel her remaining意识 attempting to resist, a faint flutter against my encroaching influence, like a trapped bird against a windowpane. It is futile.

I increase the transfer, a concentrated burst of my essence flowing from Reiner's palm into hers, a handshake of subjugation. This is the final phase of the initial infection. It floods her system, seeking the central processing unit – the higher brain functions. I feel it enveloping her consciousness, a gentle, irresistible wave. Her thoughts become fragmented, her will dissolving like sugar in water.

Her eyes lose their last trace of individual light. They become blank, reflecting only the restaurant lights. Her grip on my hand tightens reflexively, but there is no strength in her touch. Her face is relaxed, smooth, devoid of expression.

"Clara?" I say, testing the control. Her head turns slowly towards me. Her eyes, though empty, are focused.

"Yes, Reiner?" Her voice is flat, monotone. The transformation is complete. She is a puppet.

"Come with me," I command, my voice soft but absolute.

"Yes, Reiner."

She rises from the table as if on invisible strings. Her movements are slightly stiff, deliberate. I pay the bill with Reiner's card, a meaningless transaction. Guiding her gently by the elbow, I walk her out of the restaurant, through the lobby, towards the elevators. No one notices. To the casual observer, she is merely a woman walking with her companion, perhaps a little tired after dinner.

Back in the luxurious suite, the air conditioning a cool contrast to the heat of the day, I sit her on the edge of the bed. She remains where she is placed, her eyes staring straight so I tilted her head a bit as I towered over her

"You belong to me now, Clara," I state, not as a boast, but a simple fact, "Your will is mine. Your thoughts are mine to direct. You are part of the collective and you will help me grow the collective. But first---"

As I unzipped her dress and toss her to bed, she does not respond with words or any clear expression, her body just subtly aligns itself with mine, a silent affirmation of her new status as my subject of desire, a proxy of mine that will do my bidding. She certainly can help with those raucous college jocks, infiltrating all of those boys subtly just like what I did to her. Me? Well, maybe I will handle that man I saw in the gym earlier, who held my gaze a moment too long? A potential target.

Or I can bro'd up with the group laughing loudly at the poolside bar? Resources awaiting extraction.

This resort is fertile ground and Reiner's body is the perfect tool to cultivate it. I will use its strength in the gym, its charm by the pool, its perceived desirability in the intimate heat of the sauna or the privacy of the rooms. I will lure them in, make them feel safe, special, desired. And then, in a touch, a shared breath, a moment of intense proximity, I will infect them, integrate them, turn them into silent, obedient extensions of my own burgeoning consciousness.

The sun has set. The lights of the resort twinkle like fallen stars. Reiner's body feels strong, vital. Clara laid motionless on the bed, a new addition to my growing collection. The night is still young. There is much work to be done. The hunt continues.

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Lost in a crowd

Warning, this story has some homophobia in it. Maybe skip it if that's not your thing.

Crowds never bothered Jessie. He came to the festival with his boyfriend, Lewis, for a weekend of sun and sounds. The handsome couple were in great shape and spent the entire first day dancing in front of the main stage. The crowd was a seething mass of hot, sweaty bodies packed together for hours. They had a few run-ins with overly touchy girls, including one who was particularly insistent. Despite that, the couple retired to their luxury tent at the edge of the festival grounds, still in high spirits.

But on the second day, Jessie woke up in a dingy tent on the other side of the campground, with his boyfriend nowhere in sight. He was shocked when he pulled back the covers. His usual tall, toned physique, built from years of sports and working out, was gone. Instead, he saw a scrawny body covered in terrible tattoos and a fake tan several shades too dark to be believable.

Panicked, he stumbled out of the tent and searched for Lewis at their original campsite but found no trace of him. Desperate to make sense of the situation, he wandered through the festival grounds. The stench of fake tan and cheap body spray that poured off his body was unbearable. Navigating the crowds in his new, unfamiliar body was challenging. Normally, his height and presence parted the crowd effortlessly, but now, in his diminished state, he was at the mercy of the jostling masses.

After hours of fruitless searching, Jessie was about to give up when the crowd suddenly parted. There, by the main stage, was his own body, dancing and partying as if nothing was wrong. But something was terribly wrong. Several girls were draped over his bare, muscular torso, their hands groping any bit of hard muscle that they could get their hands on. Other men stole glances, some admiring, others lustful. Strangest of all, Jessie was watching his own body from the outside.

Jessie stormed over to the imposter. "What the hell did you do?" he demanded, trying to look imposing despite his reduced stature.

The imposter glanced down at him from behind his shades. "Yo, brah, your body is the fucking shit!" he hollered, throwing up an uncharacteristic shaka and sticking out his tongue as he danced to the heavy bass.

"Everything is so fucking easy," the imposter continued. "People just respect me. They either get out of my way when they see me coming or crowd towards me to get a feel of what’s in my pants. Seriously, within five minutes of leaving your tent this morning, I had a sweet piece of ass choking on my cock. The poor bitch was practically gagging just trying to take the head. Oh, and I never knew cumming could feel so good. I was balls-deep in some slut and practically passed out from how sick it felt. This body was just made to get pussy, dude."

Jessie was appalled by the imposter’s casual vulgarity and the thought of his body being used to sleep with women. What would Lewis think? Lewis was still missing. Jessie grabbed the imposter by the shoulders, forcing him to face him. "Lewis. Have you seen Lewis?" he asked, his eyes pleading.

"Oh, your boyfriend," the imposter laughed as he flexed his shoulders free of Jessie’s grip and resumed dancing. "Yeah, that queer turned tail when he walked in on me railing a chick I met a few tents over. Your boy couldn’t handle seeing me fuck like a real man. He’s probably crying in some corner, wishing he could be the one being impaled by this cock. Just think, that bitch turned me down yesterday like I wasn’t even worth her time. Well, her attitude changed when I made her cum three times. Turns out she was a bit of a screamer with this stretching out her pussy" The imposter laughed and mimed fucking a girl from behind. The girls dancing nearby giggled at the vulgar display, and the imposter rewarded their attention with a cheeky wink.

Jessie was livid. This maniac was ruining everything. "Swap us back now," he demanded.

"Swap us back? Why the fuck would I do that?" the imposter as he rolled his abs in time with the music. "This body is the fucking shit. All my life, I was desperately trying to be something I just wasn’t. The tattoos, the fake tan, the clothes—I was a pretender. Now I’m the real deal, and it’s fucking sick." He threw up his arms into a double biceps pose to emphasize his point, much to the pleasure of the girls dancing nearby. The air was filled with the pungent scent of the musk that wafted from his sweaty armpits. “See girls, this is what a real man smells like” the imposed teased, his words spiked with a venom directed straight at Jessie. One of the girls stepped forward and shoved her face straight into the hairy pit, before she dragged her tongue over the veiny bicep. Jessie was speechless at the brazen display of arrogance.

Lowering his voice, the imposter leaned in toward Jessie so only he could hear. "Besides, I couldn’t swap us back if I tried. I don’t even know how we swapped in the first place. If you ask me, it’s some karmic justice. I’m finally the alpha stud I always deserved to be, and your body is finally being put to good use instead of being wasted on a queer like you." The words cut Jessie like a knife. Grinning, the imposter stood to his full height. "Now scram. That chick from this morning is coming back. Sure, there are hotter chicks around, but she was a solid lay and I need to get my dick wet soon, or I’ll bust a nut in my shorts." The imposter grabbed his hefty bulge for emphasis before he shoved Jessie back into the crowd of festival goers.

Jessie tried to fight his way back against the mass of bodies, but he was slowly pushed further and further away. As Jessie fought the crowd, a girl with long brown hair walked up to the imposter, the other girls falling back with looks of extreme jealousy on their faces. The girl looked vaguely familiar to Jessie, but he couldn’t place her.

"Come on, babe, let’s get out of here," the imposter said as he drew her body close to his, her soft curves rubbing against the hard ridges of his exposed torso. Jessie could only watch in horror as the imposter grabbed a fistful of the festival girl’s ass and slowly turned her toward the festival campground.

"Hang on a sec, babe," the girl said, reaching up and grabbing her fling by the back of the head, pushing her lips to his. Jessie watched, mouth agape, as the woman’s hands wandered the imposter’s muscular chest and washboard abs before slipping into his shorts. The imposter shuddered as her delicate hand massaged his swollen pipe, pleasure coursing up the length of his stolen cock. In an act of lust, he scooped her up with his massive arms and carried her back toward their campsite, her pelvis pressed hard against his throbbing tool. With a spiteful glance, the girl broke from the kiss momentarily, locking eyes with Jessie before smiling a knowing smile and leaning back into the kiss once more. Jessie could only watch as the crowd parted around them, the imposter off to do god knows what with his body.

Disclaimer: This story was proofread by AI. I suck as spelling.

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Reason to: Hookup with That Twink

Because Jurgen need Matthias "Matt" Bauer to become part of his roster of young and aspiring bodybuilder he coached. Yet, he noticed that the boy knew how everyone paid attention to him and hyped up his potential. That caused Matt to highly viewed his value and he acted like he could hire someone with more credential than Jurgen, which of course pissed Jurgen's off. He's a literal former national champion, yes he might not be the youngest or most in-demand coach around, but he got tons of experience that he really can share to the youngsters. But, of course, deep down, he wanted Matt because he saw a future champion in him in ways he didn't see his current roster could achieve, so of course he's competitive about wanting to secure a partnership with the young talent that seemed to be closer to some of Jurgen's younger rivals

Well, Jurgen is not the type that accepted rejection on his wishes or demand easily and he got just the right tools that no one else owned to sway Matt to join his crew. It involved spiking Matt protein shake which then caused the young bodybuilder to look like he's seen a ghost and so sickly, he certainly could not and should not push for a workout session. As he attempted to walk to the locker room, he stumbled upon some machine and even dropped to the floor yet he steadied himself and telling people to not worry about him.

As soon as he entered the locker room, not only he eventually lost his balance, he also lose his consciousness and then the freak show started as something leaked out from him. It was the essence that made Matt.....well, Matt, and just like his consciousness, it was also practically vanished into thin air leaving only a crumpled skin for the submissive, people-pleasing twink the chance to slip into.

Jurgen met Rene from a casual hookup from a longing stare in the locker room that intrigued Jurgen.

The one time thing turned into quite a regular encounter and spilled out from the gym into other places including Jurgen's home. Jurgen slept with Rene weekly and somehow, the 23 years old revealed a lot about himself like his desire to be bigger (hence the occasional workout he did) as he wanted to be able to attract more DILF, his struggle to maintain his job and keep himself afloat in the economy, or how he's such a people-pleaser, he would do anything asked out of him. Jurgen decided to use all that info for his benefit as he offered Rene a chance of a lifetime

Rene instantly leaped with joy upon seeing Matt empty and lifeless skin when he walked into the locker room after Jurgen's texted him to enter the gym from the back door reserved only for the employees.

It stirred his cock to its full-length watching Rene's frail bony body easily slipped into the suit yet managed to fill it and even flexed Matt's muscles with ease and giving it a sense of.....density. Jurgen's eyes watched intently every single pressure and adjustment that Rene inflicted to Matt's body from the inside. The most arousing moment for him was how Rene's cock traveled down Matt's lower abdomen before finding the entrance to Matt's cock sheath which surged to life as soon as Rene's filled it. He knew the twink's 4 inchers that always shoot out its load a tad too early everytime they fucked and to see how it controlled Matt's 7.5 inchers soft cock caused him to leak pre because Matt's cock literally bounced and twitched looking very much intimidating despite literally being controlled by a pathetic little wimp.

As the rest of Matt's crumpled skin turned to life once more, Jurgen prepared himself to welcome the new Matt's as he stared at Rene's twinkling oceanic blue eyes for one last time before he submerged his head entirely into the void left behind by Matt's. Craning his neck and arching his body to ensure full assimilation to the meatsuit, Matt's then stood up with a grin on his face as he said

"Hey there dude, you enjoyed what you seen?" Matt said with the sarcastic "dude" emphasized

"Ohhh, I did, I really did. Call me Coach from now on though,"

"Okay, Coach. So, what do you think of my form? Anything you want to inspect first? How far should I cut? The first competition to get my pro card of the season is in a month, I wanna know your opinion," he said seductively as he purposefully flexed his muscles and exaggerated his arches

"My opinion is that you are perfect, boy. These glutes.....mmmhhhh....fuck, you put on some insane work there already. Flex that biceps for me, double bi,"

So he did, flexing both of his arms and then emphasized his triceps afterward.

"Mmmm......so round. So perfect. This must be 16 inches or something. More room to grow but you're heading to the right direction. Now turn around and face me, I wanna see you spread that lats from the mirror,"

As he turned around, Jurgen couldn't hold himself as he lunged on Matt's face, both of them kissed passionately in the locker room with no care in the world. Jurgen's finally felt a sense of relief that he might really hit the jackpot with this one. A merger of both worlds, a star pupil with form so perfect that is also a passionate and obedient sex partner? Life's only going to get better after this, he thought to himself as he groped Matt's firm ass and tried to pry it open with his fingers.

---

Within minutes after his attempt to rest, the previously pale and sickly Matthias walked out from the locker room refreshed and looking like he's ready to smash his workout from the perspective of others. Jurgen followed behind him with a smug smile knowing he got the best of both worlds, his wishes and desire, as always, never failed to materialize. What he wanted, he got it, including Matt's Bauer himself

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Taking What’s Offered

I’ll admit it I spiraled. I do just some backend stuff for a big streaming company so our offices are smack in the middle of everything. My office having a window with a perfect view for me to people watch everything nearby. I longed to live their lives, anything seemed so much more interesting than what I do.

Sometimes it felt like the people out there were rubbing it in my face living their happy seemingly lives. None more than those Grecian statured people coming out of the gym I had the perfect view of. Everyday I’d rush through my coding assignments to spend my left over time watching them push their bodies to the limits. The sweating, grunting, and the form accentuating clothing, all things I could never do but salivated to imagine being surrounded by.

And that’s how I started spiraling. At first I’d end my shifts and pretend to need to walk by the gym to steal glances at all the glistening torsos. But that quickly devolved in me obsessing over gym culture and ways that maybe I could look like them. That ended abruptly when I realized how difficult and long it would take to get those kind of results. Instant gratification of the internet really eroded my mind there, I can’t help it. I want what I want and I want it now.

I pivoted my research to the occult and dark sides of the web. I found several sources promising that I could get all I ever dreamed up if I made a deal with a demon. I gathered the ceremonial materials and began crudely reciting the incantations I found online. To my dismay nothing happened immediately.

As I lay in my bed I drifted asleep before a gnarling growl and voice ripped me awake. The demon promised me I could have what I wanted if I showed him what I wanted in person but in return I’d have to give up my soul. Considering how hollow and meaningless my life has been, why would I say no? All I had to go was go to the gym and show him what I wanted? Psh I didn’t even believe in the afterlife so I don’t care about a “soul”.

The next day I took a stroll into the gym to ask for a tour and pretend to care about a membership. The front desk people couldn’t care less and told me I could walk around myself to look around, the perfect reply for a menacing plan brewing. One of the big brooding alphas I always see from my window was in the middle of an intense set. Grunt after grunt I nearly watching with my mouth ajar as I watched him work in awe.

The demon hissed in my hear, all I had to do was get close enough for a face to face interaction it told me, then it would handle the rest. But that required me to get the gall to approach his large and slightly intimidating frame.

I kept watching from afar until I could tell he was winding down and heading to the locker room. I walked in after him, pretending to not have my gaze fixed on his path. The demon hissed once again, but this was a forcefully nagging, telling me to get him get him get him. I felt myself tip toeing closer behind him as he undressed to shower. I couldn’t tell it then, but the demons pestering wasn’t just verbal he was beginning to motion my feet forward and my hand towards the muscular jock. Like a feral animal, I picked up my pace and eventually wrapped my hands around his neck to choke him. A ridiculous gesture given how much skinnier and weaker I was than him. Running on pure adrenaline I held his neck and then the demon gave me a push. It felt like I was vomiting, like the demon was using metaphysical hands to pull me out from my throat. And with a distinct pop, a slug-like blob of light came out of my throat and rushed into the jocks throat as he stood shocked at my abrupt attack.

Everything went black for a second and when I came to, my blurry vision slowly came into focus as I leaned against the nearby wall of the gym showers. I picked up my head and gasped. Standing in front of me….was me? I fell backwards hitting the wall again feeling the chilly coolness of the tile on my now bare skin. That feeling confirming I was no longer clothed as I had been just moments before. I looked down at my hands as I inherently get a look at my new tool after a towel lays on the floor beneath my feet.

My heart was beating so fast I didn’t even know what to say. My former body approached me and picked up my face gently with his hand. The demonic voice coming out of my throat this time instead of telepathically appearing in my head. Confirming the demon would be taking my body as payment. I phoned in my attention to him, which I wish I hadn’t. My old body snickered and made a run for the exit. I couldn’t be bothered until his voice shook me inside my head. The jock pleading for a semblance of understanding. He remained out of the drivers seat questioning why and how he was moving without being in control. I mimicked the snickering my body had done before as I realized he was now forced to watch me pilot his sexy body and he had no say.

What can I say he was basically offering his body up always working out in the front of the gym. RDLs, squats, chest presses, all the beefy display for me to enjoy from a distance. Now I could enjoy VIP access to the show. I simply took what was being offered. Instead of showering, I walked back onto the gym floor and even though my new body was taxed from a workout and never death choke out, I pushed it to do more reps of anything I could remember from all my watching. I wanted to feel the extension and contraction of his juicy muscles for myself.

I could only muster some partials on some reps but even those felt sexy. The jock continuing to protest in his head and begin to internally sob. I started to relish the moment and accidentally smirked at his calls to stop. His resistance felt like it was empowering me. I ripped his shirt off in front of the mirror to pose with my new musculature like I had seen him do from afar so many times before.

Then I felt it start. I was getting so turned on I started my girthy tool get harder. Instead of panicking and rushing out I sauntered to gather my things and just let anyone nearby enjoy the show.

Soon enough I was catching the attention of a few other gym goers before walking out. Some gave me slight nods of blushing approval and others kept glancing me up and down to seemingly confirm the raunchy sight they were seeing.

As I fumbled through my new bag looking for the jocks keys I accidentally bumped into what I thought was a wall. When I looked up I realized it was an even beefier and taller man. One thing led to another and our flirting became a touchy feely invite over to his place. I finally found my new car and followed him to his home. The second we got inside he pushed me against the wall and pushed me around the way he wanted me. I gotta say I’m sure this body was an alpha male fuck boy originally but I was gonna make sure we erase all of that toxic masculine energy, one bottoming at a time.

What can I say I’m just taking what was offered.

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A Soothing Massage

Lee checked the clock on the wall as he washed his hands in the tiny basin in his office. 5:30PM. It had been a long day. Lee had only been in the massage business for a few months now but his reputation for being a miracle worker with his hands had meant he was rushed off his feet most days. Just one more client before he clocked off for the day. Lee straightened his uniform and put on a smile before he opened the door to his small waiting room. It was the typical healthcare waiting room populated by uncomfortable grey chairs and out-of-date magazines under harsh fluorescent light. Lee surveyed the occupants of the room. Two men who couldn’t be any more different sat staring at their phones. The first was a mountain of a man. Even underneath his layers of clothing, you could tell he was packing some serious size. From the way the fabric stretched across his bulging arms, to the width of his lats spilling into the seats next to him, everything about the man screamed big. He was one of those guys who just seemed to take up all the space in the room.

Seated across from him, pretending to look at his phone while sneaking glances at the big man opposite him was a skinny tech bro-looking guy. You know the type, the person dressed super casually in skinny jeans and sneakers that probably cost more than most guys would make in a month. He had a slim, lanky physique and a complexion that just begged to see the sun.

Lee cleared his throat - “Guy”? The large bodybuilder raised his hand “That’s me” he rumbled in a deep baritone that shook the walls of the small room. The large man slowly hauled himself to his feet and gingerly made his way over to Lee. It was obvious that the large man was in some pain, by the way he walked. But even slightly stooped, he towered over the much shorter Lee. “This way please sir,'' Lee said, gesturing to the open door of the massage room. Guy grunted, ducking slightly as he turned his wide frame to the side so he could fit through the doorway. The world just wasn’t made for men the size of Guy.

Lee followed the giant into his practice room and shut the door. With Guy standing in the middle of the room, there was barely room for Lee to fit. “Please take a seat” Lee said gesturing to his massage table. Guy collapsed onto the table painfully with a grunt. “How can I help?” Lee asked as he looked up at the giant. “It’s my back, I was doing squats today and I think I’ve tweaked something,” Guy grumbled as he rolled his boulder shoulders trying to relieve the pressure on his tortured muscles. “Do you work out often?” Lee asked. “Just once and awhile,” Guy chuckled, clearly amused at the remark. “Ok then there’s something I can do to help with that, please remove your clothes and lay down so I can begin the session,” Lee said as he turned his back to assemble his oils. His oils were always perfectly arranged, but he liked to allow his clients some amount of modesty while they undressed. Although something told him that Guy was anything but modest.

After a few moments, Lee felt the room grow still, his cue that his client was ready. The giant bodybuilder was lying on the massage table face down, his wide lats and ape-like arms draping over the sides. Lee pulled over a small stool so he could get a better view of the giant's back. Guy’s wide back was hyper-muscular, packed densely with bulky sinew. Lee reached out and placed his palms on the giant's lower back. The muscle was hard and firm beneath his fingers. Lee began to knead it slightly, before feeling the muscle spasm slightly underneath his hands. “Fuck, that’s it!” Guy grimaces. Lee kneaded the muscle with the palms of his hands. “Fucking hell” Guy groaned, pain flushing his system. Lee thought for a few moments. “I know just the technique to stop you from feeling this pain, but it is a very advanced technique. You will need to give me permission to go ahead” Lee explained as he traced the spasming muscle with his fingers. “Fuck man, do anything you need to,” Guy groaned, his face twisted with pain. 

Lee pulled a small glass vial of liquid out of his pocket. The liquid inside seemed to dance in the light. He pulled the stopped off the vial and slowly poured it on Guy’s back. “Fuck that feels good,” Guy moaned and the silverly liquid pooled in the groves of his sculpted back. Using his hands, Lee began to massage the liquid into Guy’s skin. He marveled at the larger man’s musculature as he worked. Such a physique was truly a work of art. As Lee worked, the pain in Guy’s back began to dull, and Lee felt the larger man begin to relax under his touch. Sensing the change, Lee began to knead harder and harder. “Hey man, that’s starting to hur” snap! Guy was interrupted by the sound of a bone-crunching. “What the fuck was that?” Guy asked, some panic seeping into his voice. “Please don’t interrupt me, this is a critical part of the procedure” Lee snapped as he braced his hands on Guy’s back again. Another sickening crack filled the air. “Ohh fuck no” Guy said as he rolled over and swung his muscular legs over the side of the table. 

As the giant tried to stand up, Lee placed his hands on either side of the giant's muscular traps and with surprising strength pushed the man back towards the table. “Please sir, you will need to wait until the procedure is finished” Lee explained as he pushed Guy back down towards the table. Guy looked at Lee with a look of sheer terror as the much smaller man overpowered him and forced him back to the table. With one more crack, Guy felt his whole body tense and lock up. He couldn’t move from the neck down. “What did you do to me” Guy demanded, his voice filled with terror. “It’s all part of my procedure,” Lee said as he climbed down off the step ladder.

Lee made his way to the waiting room door before clearing his throat. “Mr Ryan, we’re ready for you now,” Lee said with a bow. The hipster jumped from his seat and followed Lee into the practice room. Kyle gasped as he saw the exposed giant in front of him. “Fuck dude, he’s even bigger under the clothes” the young man said as he pulled out his phone, “you don’t mind if I take a few pictures for the gram?”. “Please go right ahead, but we only have a few minutes” Lee said checking his watch. Kyle held up his hand to Guy’s. His slender soft hand looked almost childlike compared to Guy’s hulking mitts. “Dam dude, I bet these could do some damage,” Kyle whistled. Kyle spied Guy’s flip-flops sitting at the base of the table. “Holy shit dude, what are these, size 16s?” he said as he compared them to his much smaller size 8s.  “Mr Ryan, we need to finish the procedure,” Lee said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “Hold on man, just need to check one thing” Kyle said placing his hands on Guy’s quad. With some difficulty, he rolled the titan onto his side. A huge cock flopped down and smacked against Guy’s muscular thigh. Kyle gingerly palmed the head of the monster in front of him. “Damn, it’s not even hard” he whispered to himself. 

“Why are you doing this?” Guy whimpered. “I’ve always been the pretty boy, '' Kyle said, as his hand began to explore the length of Guy’s shaft, “the kind of guy who girls want to be friends with and guys want to hang with”. His hands made it to the base of Guy’s shaft before moving down to his colossal balls. “But I want more than that. I want to be respected, I want to be powerful. I want to dominate”, Kyle said as he palmed one of Guy’s massive cum factories. “I deserve to be a god among men,” Kyle said as he squeezed Guy’s sack. Guy cried out in pain.

Lee cleared his throat again “Mr Ryan, we really must finish the procedure”. Typical - it was the seemingly nice guys that had a dark twist. Kyle released his grip on the titan's sack as he glared at Guy. The look seemed to pierce into Guy's soul as he was rolled back onto his front.

Once Guy was back in place, Lee knew he had to work fast. He placed his hands on Guy’s back and pushed again. Repeating the motion, slowly but surely, Guy’s back began to part, the wings of his lats making way to a dark void. After several more minutes, the crack in the man's back ran from his neck just above his waist, the dark void within swirling and dancing. Now was the time.

“He’s ready,” Lee said, stepping back from the table and bowing once more. Kyle quickly pulled off his shirt and shucked his pants. His average physique was nothing to be ashamed of, but soon he would be so much more. Kyle climbed onto the giant's back and pushed one of his legs into the void. “What did you do to me, I can’t feel my toes!” Guy yelled, his voice laden with panic. “Please Mr Guy, you must keep your voice down while the procedure is underway” Lee said as he gently pushed the laying giant. ” After several seconds, Guy’s left leg spasmed, the tendons extending and flexing as his toes started to wiggle. “Holy shit, this is such a rush,” Kyle said as he slipped his other leg into the void. 

Lee looked at the clock again. 5:51. “Please sir, we don’t have much time in the session, '' Lee said, taking a step forward towards the table. “Shut the fuck up and I’ll pay you double” Kyle spat at Lee as he prepared to lower his waist into the void. Lee stood back quietly. He was happy enough to let the man indulge for that price. Kyle moaned as he lowered his crotch into the void. Instantly Guy’s cock began swelling as its new host’s senses were becoming overwhelmed. Kyle moaned again, his strength momentarily faltering, causing him to lose his balance, hand and forearm being sucked into the void. "Damn, this is trippy," Kyle said as he flexed Guy's forearm. 

Guy panicked as he saw his hand begin to clench on his own accord. He willed every part of his being to move, his face red with exertion. But his efforts amounted to nothing. In desperation, he tried to cry out for help. Lee shot a scolding look at Guy, the larger man's screams muting as his jaw sealed shut. "I warned you Mr Guy, you must be quiet during the procedure". 

Lee looked back up at Kyle who was trying different ways of flexing the meaty forearm that was now under his control, his eyes glinting with a dark fixation as the muscle fibres shifted and danced under the skin. As was the agreement, Lee sat silently, letting the boy have his fun.

After several minutes, Kyle's voice broke the silence, "I'm ready, how do we finish this?". Lee cleared his throat "The procedure will complete once you place your head into the opening". “Well then, see you on the other side,” Kyle said, pausing momentarily before dunking his head into the void in Guy's back. 

Guy screamed into his gag, only stopping when his eyes fluttered and rolled back into his head. The giant tossed his head and murmured, his eyes rolling around beneath his eyelids as if he were having a bad dream as the void on his back shrank away. Silence filled the room as the void disappeared completely. 

Kyle awoke with a start, his eyes darting open wide. The giant lay there breathing heavily, his large pecs heaving as he fought to catch his breath. As the panic calmed, a smile grew on his face. “Fuck yeah”, he said, his voice rumbling in his chest. Kyle hauled himself up from the bench and flexed his muscles. “It’s hard to explain, I feel so fighting tight” he said as he ran his callused hands over his thick pecs. He used his thick fingers to paw at his swollen chest muscles, almost hypnotised by how hard the muscle was.

Lee looked at the clock again. 6:01. “Thank you for your custom sir. I trust you will settle your bill on the way out” Lee said, gesturing once more to the door. Kyle chuckled. The giant stood up to his full imposing height. He towered over Lee, staring deep into the smaller man's eyes. “I believe you owe me a massage” he rumbled, bringing Lee’s hand up to his heavy chest. Lee could feel the muscles flexing and rolling under the skin as Kyle took each long and heavy breath in his new body. Kyle dragged Lee’s hand lower, along the ridges of his abs, before coming to rest on his swollen cock. The hefty meat seemed to pulse in Lee’s small hand. Lee swallowed deeply, thinking of the damage that thing would do.

“Yes sir, let me get my oils.”

Disclaimer: This story was proofread by AI. I suck as spelling.

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Curiosity got the best of me

I just finished up taking a slash when I noticed the glory hole from the corner of my eye. I was curious. I never considered myself gay, but after hours on the road alone, and having to skip a workout, I just needed to get my balls drained. I couldn’t care less who was on the other end. Just the thought of a warm mouth wrapped around my cock was making me hard. I could hear someone breathing on the other side of the stall, so I stroked to full hardness before shoving myself through the hole. I stood there, squatting down slightly to compensate for my height as I waited for something to happen. 

I heard a gasp from the other stall. I smirked to myself. It wasn’t the first time I’d had that reaction when someone had seen my dick for the first time. I felt a small hand grab my dick, its soft touch dancing along the length of my cock. A shiver went up my spine and my cock pulsed again as more blood tried to force its way into my already swollen tool. The fingers made their way down to my balls, before gently palming their hefty weight. “You’re certainly a big one aren’t you?” said a soft voice through the wall as the hand started to fondle my balls. I grunted in reply. I was so horny, I was practically ready to fuck the wall at this point. “Well that isn’t how this is going to work,” the voice said in a much darker tone. With that I felt a piercing pain surge through my body as the fingers around my nuts tightened like a vice, squeezing them painfully.

“What the fuck!” I roared as I pulled myself out of the hole and stumbled back into the opposite wall of the bathroom stall. Looking down at my junk I saw my balls had turned an angry red colour. Adrenaline surged through my veins as I felt rage boil over. I was going to fuck this queer up. As I reached to fling the stall door open, I heard the voice once more. “On your knees”. It was cold and commanding.  I stopped in my tracks. And looked back towards the glory hole. “I said on your fucking knees,” the voice said again, this time with more than a hint of annoyance. 

I had always considered myself to be the strong alpha type and honestly a bit of a fuck boy. But something about this strong, commanding presence had seemed to awaken something inside of me. Something that I’d always been too afraid to let out. Almost without thinking, I knelt down on the cool tiled floor and faced towards the hole. Almost immediately, a thin, skinny cock was appeared through the hole. If it weren’t for the vein down the side, I would have sworn it was flaccid. I accidentally let out a low chuckle at the patheticness of it all. “Ohh you think it's funny do you you little bitch boy? Let’s see how funny you find it when you choke on it” the voice snapped at me. I immediately shut my mouth, returning the room to silence. This time it was the voice’s turn to chuckle. “Good, now fucking suck it”.

Of course, I’d never sucked a dick before. But I immediately took this tiny cocklet into my mouth and began working it like I was a pro. The person on the other side of the stall was clearly enjoying it based on the high-pitched moans.  “That’s it, take it all like the little cock slave you are,” he said as he began to move his hips in time with my thrusts. The extra leverage must have been helping him go even deeper into my mouth with each thrust because he seemed to be hitting the back of my throat with each long thrust. Wait, the back of my throat? I pulled myself off the dick and my eyes went wide. The small dicklet has grown, its slim form replaced by a respectable cock. “I didn’t say stop,” the voice commanded. Mesmerised, I lowered myself onto the cock once again. 

The cock was so thick, it was stretching my mouth. I tried to pull off. “Ohh no you don’t” the voice roared. I heard a massive bang, and my face was showered in splinters as a huge fist burst through the stall wall, grabbing me by the back of the head. I briefly registered a thick, meaty forearm. I was slammed down on the cock once more, its mushroom head battering the back of my throat. My aggressor was working me like a sex toy, letting me slide almost completely off his throbbing pole before slamming me back down as he pumped his crotch forward into my waiting gullet in long, rough strokes. “Fuck yeah” I heard him roar as his other hand grabbed at the top of the cubicle, cracking the wood with the sheer force of his grip. I looked up at the cracking sound. That’s when I noticed that my aggressor was so tall, his head peeking over the cubicle wall. He was insanely handsome - lantern jaw, flawless skin, perfectly manicured beard, and piercing blue eyes. I’d recognise that anywhere. I was staring at myself. 

With a wicked smirk, my doppelganger roughly pushed me down on his cock once more. This time, the mushroom head stretched my lips to the limit. I immediately began to choke the thick shaft that had snaked partway down my throat. My eyes grew wide as I realised there were still several inches of meaty cock left that couldn’t physically fit inside my mouth. My senses were assaulted as the hefty cock slammed into the back of my throat. The deep smell of musk made my eyes water. The taste of salty sweat precum on my tongue. My lungs are burning from lack of oxygen. Was this what I’d put my previous conquests through when I had my way with them?

I felt the cock pulse in my mouth, its meaty mass lurching suddenly before my mouth was filled with volley after volley of cum erupting from the tip. The sheer force quickly filled my mouth with the potent seed. His body twitched and flexed as it was rocked with orgasm, a deep rumbling growl echoing in his chest. It was all too much, as I released my own load into my pants. A short, sharp and unsatisfying climax. This experience wasn’t for me. It was all for the god towering over me. “Fuck, I didn’t know an orgasm could feel that good” he grumbled in my deep baritone as he rubbed his hands over his meaty torso, basking in his post-climax rush.

I slumped against the stall wall, my throat raw, the taste of his salty cum still coating my tongue. My lungs burned, and my jaw ached from being stretched so wide, but that wasn’t the worst of it. Something felt wrong. I glanced down at my hands. They were shaking, too small, too soft. My fingers fumbled over my chest, expecting the familiar hard slab of muscle I’d built over years of hauling heavy weights and fucking around. Instead, my fingers brushed a narrow, smooth frame, hairless and frail. I yanked my shirt off, staring in horror at a hairless torso, ribs faintly visible under pale skin, a pathetic little waist that could snap under a strong grip. My jeans sagged on hips too slim to hold them, the belt hanging loose like a cruel joke.

“What the fuck…” My voice cracked, high and nasal, nothing like the deep growl I’d used to command every room I walked into. I stumbled to the rusted mirror above the sink, stepping out of my now too-big jeans as I walked, my new legs trembling beneath me, weak and unsteady. The face staring back wasn’t mine. Wide, panicked eyes stared back at me, brown, not my piercing blue. My chiselled jaw was gone, replaced by a delicate, rounded one. No beard, just smooth skin that looked like it had never seen a razor. I looked like some twink straight out of a college dorm, the kind of kid I’d have laughed at for even glancing my way. My small hands clawed at the glass as if I could rip my real face back from my reflection.

A low, rumbling chuckle echoed behind me. I spun around, nearly tripping over my own feet, and there was my doppelganger staring back at me. He stood in the doorway of the stall, my broad shoulders filling out my leather jacket, my thick chest straining the fabric, my heavy boots thudding against the grimy tiles. He must have picked up my discarded clothes while I was distracted. His lantern jaw, my jaw, was framed by a perfectly manicured beard, and those piercing blue eyes I’d seen in every mirror every morning of my life now glinted with a wicked, knowing smirk. He was everything I’d been: tall, powerful, a fucking god among men. And I was left as nothing.

“Nice trade, huh?” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. He flexed his thick, meaty forearm, the one that had smashed through the stall wall like it was paper, and tossed my truck keys in the air, catching them with a calloused hand that used to be mine. “You don’t need all this anymore, do you, kid?”

“Give it back, you bastard!” I screamed, but my new voice sounded pitiful, a whiny squeak that made him laugh harder. I lunged at him, fists swinging, but my twig-like arms had no strength, my punches bouncing off his abs like I was swatting a brick wall. He easily grabbed my wrist with one hand, twisting it until I yelped, and shoved me back against the sink. The porcelain dug into my spine, and I struggled to catch my breath, my new body too fragile to fight back.

“Pathetic,” he growled, leaning in close. His breath smelled of cigarettes and whiskey, the same scent I’d carried for years. “You had your fun, didn’t you? Fucking your way through life, leaving a trail of broken bitches behind you. Now it’s my turn.” His smirk widened, and he ran a hand over his beard like he was savoring the feel of it. “This body was wasted on you.”

He turned and strode toward the exit, his heavy gait echoing through the empty bathroom. I scrambled after him, my bare feet slipping on the tiles, my breath hitching in a chest too small to hold my rage. Outside, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows over the dusty rest stop parking lot. My truck, my fucking pride and joy, sat waiting, its chrome glinting as a cruel reminder of who I used to be.

He hauled himself into the driver’s seat, my broad frame fitting perfectly where I’d spent countless hours on the road. I doubt I’d even be able to reach the door handle now. The engine roared to life, the same growl I’d heard every day for years. “Thanks for warming it up for me loser," he yelled over the roar of the engine as he gunned it, tires kicking up gravel as he peeled out. I sank to my knees on the pavement. My voice cracked as I screamed after him, but the sound was swallowed by the rumble of the truck fading into the distance.

I caught my reflection in a puddle nearby. Wide panicked brown eyes stared back at me. For a split second, I swore I saw his face, my face, laughing, before it vanished, leaving only this stranger’s pathetic gaze. My trembling fingers brushed my lips, still swollen from the brutal way he’d used my mouth. Was this some fucked-up curse? Had every girl I’d used and tossed aside wished this on me? Or was he something darker, a demon wearing my skin, taking my life while I was left with nothing?

The dust settled, and the rest stop was silent again. I was nobody now, trapped in a body that wasn’t mine. If only I hadn't let curiosity get the best of me.

Disclaimer: This story was proofread by AI. I suck as spelling.

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Sark Enterprises: Glauber, E.

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

"Mr. Glauber, please, follow me,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Spinoff: Mike from Promising Models

@vindictivenerdcels you did yours, I have mine. You can check the OG here by @thesuitaskin

As Giselle expertly licked and swallowed his shaft which triggered his devious grin as the hot bombshell model looked so funny with Mike's beer can cock stuffed her mouth full, he decided to check his continously buzzing phone.

The name Rory appeared on his screen, what's so urgent? he pondered to himself. Looking at the blonde sucking on his third leg and the video call request, Mike decided to pick up the call because bros always come before hoes after all

"Yo Mike, can you come to my room? I have absolutely the craziest shit I ever experienced this morning,"

"If it's about another tightest pussy you ever conquered, I'm not going there bro, I am......busy," Mike said with a wink, not really focused on Rory's distressed expression

"No, dude, it's not about that. There's a fucking faggy nerd all naked next to me on my bed this morning," Rory said with a frustrared expression as if holding out his anger

"Wait......what did you say?" Mike said a little bit surprised, his sudden position shift caused his cock to impale Giselle's throat even deeper

"There's this weird nerd that somehow ended up in my room, in my bed, all crouched and hidden inside my blanket this morning! Wait......why do your eyes glitch like that? Bro, is there someone giving you a BJ?"

"Nu uh bro, no one, I'm just busy watching some stuff sent by Georgina, hence the noise," Mike said as he stopped Giselle from moving her head, practically choking her with his veiny, gargantuan 8 inch monstrosity

"Oh okay, you long-distance freak. Anyway, I couldn't be that drunk to the point of picking up a dude, right? It was just 4 tequila," pondered Rory, oblivious to the gargling and choking noise coming out from Mike's background

"Dude, that's just hella FUUUCCKK--ed up. Let me see what I can do to help you, I'm c--CUMMINGG there, okay? Gimme 15," Mike replied, this time he maintained his facial expression despite releasing all of his morning load down Giselle's throat, the poor blondie gargled and choked by the amount of cum yet she cannot break herself free from the choking to the point the cum and her saliva mixed up and simply spluterred out like a sticky fountain that now covered Mike's pubes

"Thanks bro, damn, my head is so fucking dizzy. And fuck, beating the shit out of that nerd really drained me somehow, I'll nap for a while," Rory said as he turned off the call. Mike quickly released Giselle's head from his choking. She let out a sigh of relief as she gasped for breath with her mouth all messed up from the load Mike shot down her throat. If it's any other men, Giselle would be furious to be treated like she's a mere object for pleasure, but Mike is somehow an exception due to his charm and connection that would help any aspiring girls to a better career in this City of Angels. So, like a good blonde bimbo, she licked her lips and thanked Mike, laughing off the incident as something normal as she said

"Can't let a distressed friend feels like the focus is not on them, can't we?"

"You're such a smart lady, keep behaving like this and you'll go far around here, I can assure you,"

"Awww, thanks. Anyway, you need to get out? Can I stay here while you're out?"

"Of course not, I'm not trusting anyone with my apartment. I will clean myself first and by the time I walk out from the shower, you better be gone, understand?"

"Oh......okay,"

Inside his mind, Mike sneered at Giselle, what a basic bitch......thinking that she's all special just because she's holding herself down there, she's not even milking it better than that wimp Simon LOL, he thought to himself. Simon.......is that nerd causing all this? What didn't he reveal to me and Rory about that fucking pill? Mike internal monologue pondered again.

As he walked out from his bed with his slick cock flopping left and right, he strut to the shower to quickly clean himself. If what Rory described turned out to be true, it means that Jeff is out from controlling Rory's body, but how? Will that happen to him too? And why it happened in the first place? Plus, where's Jeff then? His mind is getting a bit more anxious under the shower, he quickly walk out after a quick clean-up to ensure that he's not smelling like sweat and fresh cum. The blondie already left the apartment per his order so he got the place all for himself

"Please don't let this be the final time I'm enjoying this room. Life will be hella sucks without you, bro," he murmured to himself while rubbing his cobblestone abs before putting on the closest piece he can find. It's a branded athleisure clothing that he and Rory developed way before his takeover, and it's one hell of a snug fit

"Fuck man, I will never be ready to leave this shit,"

As he grabbed his phone, a message from a weird number appeared on his phone

"Dude, I'm ejected from Rory! Are you doing okay? I'm heading out to Simon's to interrogate him,"

Is this Jeff? He thought to himself......Hopefully this is the second chat he sent after not getting any reply from Max's original number, it would be hella risky and irresponsible of him to just reveal their whole scheme all along, Mike murmured to himself. Just imagine if he's also ejected from Mike already and Jeff just texted this outlandish chat to the real Mike???? That would be a major catastrophe, or maybe Mike would just dismiss it as another bullshit? Anyway, believing in the logical rationale Jeff possessed, Mike replied

"Yeah, Rory freaked out about you, I'm coming down to his unit now. What are you planning to do with Simon?"

"I'm just gonna make him responsible for hooking us up with this shit. I cannot stand a single minute not inside Rory, dude! I'm addicted to be him and I'm blaming Simon wholeheartedly. I wish he has stock of those pills remaining or can tell us how to get it!"

"Update me then, I'll bring Rory right there if you find any leads," Mike replied as he closed off his phone and walk out from his apartment

For the past 3 months, both Max and Jeff immersed themselves fully to the kind of life the real Mike and Rory would enjoy.

Despite its lavish settings and seemingly differing events, their activity consisted of three general things. Booze, babes and business. In the morning, they will have their 90-120 minutes workout with sets of friends they linked through the fitness influencer industry. Sometimes, they have clients to attend to that they charged thousand of dollars per session as it involved another set of workout in the bedroom that can happen right at that very morning or simply scheduled for. This workout usually happened in LA, but it's not rare for them to fly to Dubai, Bali, Cancun, St. Barths, Turks and Caicos or wherever their heart pleases. Then, afterwards, they filled their schedule with "work" that consisted of supervising their video and photo editor or attending bunch of BS business meetings scheming up classes and programs for impressionable and lost young men or bunch of losers. Usually, it's accompanied with lunch paid by people that invited them for the meetings, those social climbers trying to wow the established LA influencer crowd like him and Rory or they simply paid for it using their own money that they will then reimburse as business expenses to the bunch of companies they fronted for. Before the sun sets, depending on the location, they usually lounged around the pool or the beach in the hotel where their client paid for their accomodation and it's impossible for them to not have at least two babes each by their side. The same girls would then usually joined them for dinner and the night out that followed, or if both of them are drained from their very busy social butterfly schedule, they would then head straight to their room where they would blow their loads inside the girls before repeating the whole cycle the very next day. Now, Mike is not very sure about the continuation of it all if all in a sudden, he can simply be ejected from Mike's body and forced to return to his pathetic, invisible life as Max Belmont the boring graphic designer that will probably lose his entire industry because tech bros keep funding AI graphic generator development.

"Mike, Mike, hey dude, sorry if I rambled too long, I'm just....."

"Oh---no, no, no, sorry bro, I'm just trying to remember what transpired last night and spot the moment if there were any when you interacted with a scrawny gay dude. He must be sticking out oddly, last night theme was literally "Babes & Bros" after all," Mike replied trying to hide the fact that he's been zoning out from the get go thinking of the lives he and "Rory" might lose if Jeff failed to find anything from Simon

"Yeah, that's what I've been trying to remember too. I literally have zero recollection of talking to that fag, and even if I talked to him, why the fuck I did that?"

"Okay, chill bro. No need to get all pent up again, maybe I should grab you some beers, you stock up any?"

"Yeah, maybe that will help. Just take out anything to be honest,"

Right as Mike excused himself to the kitchen, he received a short text from Jeff

"Bingo, quickly bring your ass here bro, and bring that meathead Rory too, the real one need to be in control once more,"

So, with a smirk while still hidden by the fridge door, he instinctively shouted

"What about a drive bro? We can use my Lambo, get your mind off from this shit,"

"That sounds perfect, let's fucking go!"

---

Mike told Rory that rather than driving aimlessly, he actually needed to drop something that the girl he slept with earlier this morning left behind in his unit. Rory bought the story with no questions asked because why would Mike fool him at this or intended to harm him in the very first place? They are the closest of friends, he knows there's no way Mike would let anyone or anything to harm him. So, Rory remained oblivious all the way until they reached the front door of the apartment 2139 on the 21st floor. Not even before he managed to knock on the door, Mike all in a sudden put him on a chokehold from behind, taking the air out of his lungs and squeezing his arm to its maximum strength to ensure a total knockout. Too surprised by the sudden attack, the shorter Rory eventually found himself flailing around mid-air as his very own best friend seemingly tried to kill him through strangulation or asphyxiation. Rory's eyes turned even wilder when the door of the apartment slightly opened to reveal the same faggot that he bashed for waking up next to him. But before he can make any meaningful attempt to break free, Rory's vision turned dark as the last thing he witnessed is the gay dweeb crooked smile

---

"Where the fuck is that dweeb hiding it?" Mike said as he thrashed the entire living room and its shelvings, finding nothing worthwhile

"Yeah.....I can't find it still and I've checked all the drawer" Jeff said as he tiptoed around the scattered mess and also the passed out Rory's body

"Fucking stupid nerd! Why can't he just put it where it's visible??? Why makes shit so complicated?" Mike added angrily

There's several pathetic attempt to bust the bathroom door, yet it remain locked throughout the whole ordeal. Mike's just hyper-focused to the task at hand, he only realized that someone is inside the bathroom and can't escape

"Wait, you locked him inside there? HAHAHAH, fuck him!" Mike said as he continued his rampage, flipping over the sofa hoping to find a ledge or some hidden spaces marked by oddities in the floor paneling. While he's busy tracing the entire flooring, Jeff entered the bedroom and head straight to the drawer next to the bed. Inside the first drawer, Jeff finally reunited with the pills that caused all of the experience in the past few months, neatly separated into color-coordinated arrangement of reds, yellows, and blues. He counted 10 pills for each colors, which he then smuggled 2 for each into the pocket of his hoodie before shouting

"YO BRO! I FOUND THE SHIT! It's here in his bedside drawer!

Mike dragged Rory's limp body into the room as he marched inside. His eyes sparkled with mischievous delight when Jeff shows him all the pills.

"Can't wait to fuck around with my real mate again," Mike said as he tossed Rory's limp hand to the floor and let Jeff takes care of it

"Fuck, I remembered how Rory reacted to the tightening of his chest after that dweeb drugged him in the gym ages ago, and with what he said about these red and yellow pills, maybe I should just----" Jeff said as he squatted down next to Rory's passed out form and grabbed his face

"Wake up, fucker, wake up,"

Several attempt to wake him up eventually succeed when Rory's eyes fluttered, but then Jeff caused him to chin up before forcefully openimg Rory's mouth to drop all 3 different pills to the back of his throat. Acting differently from normal pills, it instantly dissolved upon contact with the tongue and Rory instantly trembled as the drug takes effect rightaway

"Yo......shit's quicker from last time,"

"Maybe it's the blue one,"

"Well damn if that's the case,"

Within a minute, Rory's body already back to its deflated form and that's when Jeff starts to undress the jacked stud and put him on like an overall. Mike observed Jeff squeezing into the much-bigger body with ease as Jeff expertly slide his legs to give some life to Rory's legs that hardened upon Jeff's body entering.

Then, a rather awkward sighting happened when Jeff full control over Rory's pelvic and cock caused Rory to spurt out cum all over the carpet of the bedroom. If Mike stood a bit more close, he would be in its shooting distance. Laughing it off and noticing the quick progress of his best friend, Mike stared at the container filled with all sort of pills. Taking a step closer to take a good look at it, he noticed a familiar logo that resembled a gaming company he knows that yet somehow emblazoned to this container. Alphaland. Hmmmm......something to ponder later on, he said to himself.

Rather than risking himself to experience the same thing as Jeff, he eventually decided to grab the blue pills out of the others and chugged it in instance. Like a cold breeze sweeping through, Mike instantly shivered as a differing sensation hit him internally. All this time, he always sensed like he simply peered into the real Mike's memory and used it for his benefit, but somehow, the blue pills caused him to feel more aligned, it feels like he belong here and really own the memory. It's not like he borrowed it, no, he owns that fucking cherished moment when he saw the first outline of his abs back when he was 13. The taste of his first alcohol. The first pussy he scored in Ibiza for his highschool graduation trip. The way he jerked himself off when he got that million-dollar funding for his business line he's been dreaming off. All the parties. All the workouts. All the lavish trip, all of them feels like truly his and not just him siphoning off the real Mike's memory. Yes he internalized so much that he's the real Mike all this month, but this is the first time that he feels like he truly belongs. It's like, if he needed to make an interpretation of it, the oversized crown finally fits well because he's now the real Mike through and through, no longer an impostor that steal access and control of the crown while siphoning off memories out of the real one. As he opened his eyes after internalizing the upgrade he experienced, Mike decided that there's no more need for them to keep the pills so he crushed all of it with his bare hands. Rory that just finished his whole takeover sequence stared at Mike with a knowing smirk, understanding the rationale why his best friend is doing that

"So that nerd doesn't have any silly idea,"

As Rory put on his soaked shorts, Mike is already one step ahead and walked out to the pounding bathroom. He moved the broom that jammed the door from the outside and kick it hard to surprise the panicking Simon

"Hey there, fucktard! I see that you are not tired screaming all this goddamn time. Do you still have anything else to scream about?" Mike said with an aggression that is quite unusual for him, "and ohh.....Jeff is not here anymore,"

"It feels fucking good to be back, dweeb. Great job in giving away your friend's once more. I'm starting to think, you actually love it when he's looking this good and decided to puppet the muscle stud that once ignored you to actually give a fuck by bullying you. No need to deny it, that little pecker of yours cannot lie," mocked Rory to the cowering Simon that looked at both men in fear, "just admit it, you purposefully let Jeff knows about the whole fucking pills and admitted that you still have its stash because you want that nerd to be able to control my body once more, right? Guess what, you fucking did it, and more," Rory said it with an intrigue to hint on the mental transformation he managed to unlock with the blue pill

"M---m---more?"

"Y---y---y, stop acting dumb! You know the blue pill, that shit is the apeshit! It makes us the real thing, y'know? You can fucking kill us right at this very moment and our ghost will be looking like the stud we are now! We're in so deep, we're the real ones now and all thanks to the blue pill. Now, what should we do to you to thank your sorry ass, dweeb?"

Both men stared at each other with a wide grin before deciding on to tied him to the sink and piss on poor Simon that failed to put up a fight whatsoever as both Mike and Rory easily stopped any silly attempt from Simon to fight back. Done with humiliating their former best friend, both leave the premise and head out to embrace the life as two bonafide hunk, inside and outside

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Epilogue:

Mike said to Rory that he needs to do some out-of-state business for the next few days, so Rory is all by himself for the weekend. He already finished his workout, working on his videos and editing his Masterclass content, so now he finds himself bored with nothing fun to do. Then, he remembered about the pills. He scoured through the internet once to really delve deeper about it and he found out through the remnant of the online forum he found in the wayback machine that while the red deflated your body, the yellow one actually functioned to suppress one's consciousness, making the drinker a zoned out drone or something. That's why combining the red and the yellow one actually helped for a more long-lasting control because you need to be mentally on-point to keep your hold over the body if you only chugged the red one. The blue one is the one that sealed the whole deal, ensuring total control as the invader fused into the puppet's psyche and well, he doesn't need it anymore since he's not planning to leave this life as Rory anytime soon. So, feeling a bit adventurous, Rory knocked on the door of the apartment next to him. The man opened the door and greeted him quite coldly in a heavy Balkan accent

"What do you want, pretty man?"

---

"Javier Guzman?"

"Yes? And who are you?

"My name's Mike Leatherwood. Well, it's actually Max Bloomfield, and I'm your biggest fan, Xander,"

Javier's eyes went wide after hearing that name as he stared at the smirking Mike. How the fuck this guy knows? His gaming channel was not even that big and he really separated that world to this other world of his. Could he be a follower?

"Alphaland huh.....quite a generic and meathead name but I know what it alluded to. The logo and all. Based on your reaction, I really hit the jackpot with that name. Well anyway, I'm here to propose a business venture, this guy's quite a handy busines operator if I may say, do you mind if I come in? I see that you're making quite a good life out of this whole thing,"

Javier simply smiled and let Mike walks into his house, maybe they will not work out right away from this meeting, but at least he knows that not only there's people out there that actually used his product to its full extent, they also know or at least manage to trace and link his disapperance with the way this meathead gymbro Javier suddenly has enough capital to built a business as big as this one. Game recognizes game, they said

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Spinoff: Fiancè Needs His Groomsmen Part 2

You can check on @fullfriendnerdclutch that we dubbed as part 1 here . As always, full credit to the OG storyline by @thesuitaskin

Pete's mind still buzzing from all the revelation and exciting plan laid out by "Austin". It all sounded too good to be true but the fact that driving Austin Hill's body for the past months turned out to be his gaming buds Owen still surprised him. That revelation really thrown out all the doubt that the shit "Austin" laid out is very much possible and he's going to be involved with the whole scheme if everything goes smoothly in the next 2 days!

Later that night, while busy watching some video he bookmarked in his X, Peter received a strange video call request from an unknown number that caused the video to pause. He rejected it for the first time, second and even third, but by the time the caller called once more, he picked it up and stared right at the screen in anger. His eyes instantly went wide to the sight that welcomed him, a true muscular daddy clearly built to perfection which also happened to be built like the kind of co-stars in the shit he watched

"Hey there, twerp. How's your evening? Done jacking off to those MILF porn?"

Surprised, confused and anger mixed into one as he barked back

"Who the fuck are you, creep? How can you get my number?"

"Someone way above your league, definitely. Enjoying what you see? That little chub already reached its full length?"

"Fuck, I don't need to engage with your weirdo ass. Fuck you!"

Peter turned off the phone clearly seethed with anger.....until it hits him. What if----

A message from that same number popped into his inbox. It's a selfie of the guy, all shirtless and slightly glistened from what seemed to be sweat

"Stop being so dramatic, Peter. Austin already told you about his plan, right?"

The same number called again, and this time, Pete picked it up

"Who the fuck are you?"

"As of now, I'm Mike, and I just called my brother Nick that I am not coming to visit him this week, per Austin's request,"

"Not my question, I mean, who the fuck are you exactly?"

"Can you make a guess? I know your bisexual ass probably thinking you are all straight for all the porn you watched but you literally watched straight porn for the dudes too HAHAHAH! I'm exactly your kind of type now,"

"You motherfucker. Benji, is that really you?"

"Hell yeah, but let's not call me that any longer because I'm not planning to get out from this dude, ever,"

"Shit, this makes me even more excited for Saturday! Dude, how long you've been inside that beast!?"

"My fourth day now. Austin told me about his insane plan around last week and told me to not reveal about my involvement yet to anyone, but I just can't resist not telling you any longer! He told me he would tell "the others" within this week so I figure he must've told you with the D-Day already approaching,"

"Yeah, it was insane, the whole thing. But fuck, this is beyond my wildest imagination. So, this daddy, is he a real one or just looked like one?"

"Oh, he's the real deal, got all this wife and two sons that he loved so much. The sons looked up to him and wanted to be like him while the wife really knows how to serve her husband to the fullest. They are all out for the weekend though, back to grannies place, so I'm all alone now,"

"Sounds like a perfect family,"

"Oh, indeed. A very perfect one, I'm having a hard time thinking to abandon this whole thing if this becomes permanent. You know how much I love to bury this cock inside a twink's hole while they screamed "daddy" or shit, but the way my wife's pussy just so slick and ready to swallow this whole monstrosity......it feels super right," Mike said as he angled his phone so it seemed like as if Pete looked up at him through his ridges of abs and pecs, the phone slowly placed lower until a marvelous cock slapped itself to hit the bottom part of Mike's ripped abs as it freed itself from the confine of the Calvin Klein brief

"Oh, shit---" Pete exclaimed as his hand absent-mindedly travelled down to his underwear, he's an audio and visual learner and could visualize everything with enough description, and clearly Benji is messing with him now

"Yeah, she's a fit, stay-at-home brunette Latina and I just love to spank that ass in the kitchen or mess up with her when she's showering. She's super playful and very open to do all sorts of things with me. Never in my life I encountered such an obedient bombshell that knows the biggest blessing in life for a lady is to bear the children of a patriotic, religious men and served her men obediently,"

"MMMHHHhhh......Ben--ji.....mmmhhhh.....stooppp,"

"The way she called my name as if she repented to Jesus, "Mikey, Mikey, daddy," ohhh such a fine tune to my ear. We got this beautiful mirror placed in our bedroom clearly to maximize our view when we fuck each other and oh boy, the sight of her back arched while I pounded her hole, boyyy, it should be immortalized and framed in the Smithsonian or shit,"

"Benn---ji---Mike....unghhhhmmpphhaahh.....stooop it......I'm fuccckkiinnhgg close nghhhhhaaahh!!"

"You disgusting shit. Are you really jacking off to my sexy time with my wife? But the real question though, are you imagining me or my wife? Because if it's her you're imagining, oh I swear to God I'm gonna turn you into a pulp. Only I can picture my wife looking all slutty and needy. Only I that can talk her tits because there's just no match to have such incredible mound of flesh all jiggly and versatile to possess. I can slid my 8 inchers cock in between those gorgeous 34Bs, I can squeeze it like a stress ball when I fuck her from all sides, I can munch it as if it's some kind of marshmallow and thank God we just had a baby so I can milk the shit out of it,"

"Mikey---Daddy-- I--- UNGHHHHHH----"

And the older man just laughed from the opposite screen while Pete just stared at his screen with bated breath and his whole clothing and hands messed up by the loads he shot.

"I haven't even touched you or shown you my wife and you are already a mess, dude,"

"Oh shut up, you know I'm weak for that kind of temptation,"

"Well, you better get an upgrade then. I'm not gonna keep in touch with a weakling, people will get suspicious. Maybe you can be my lil bro, what Austin said about it?"

"Nothing, to be honest. He didn't reveal which one I'll be between Nick and Adam,"

"Then, be Nick. So we can get close with each other without anyone raising eyebrows. Oh anyway, I need to grab my stash, it's about time I chug the pill for continuation,"

"Stash?"

"Yeah, he gave me a whole tube that would last me for 90 days,"

"A whole tube?"

"Yes, a whole tube, filled with this twisted possession pills and a handful that filled with the mind merging shit. He said he needed some place to stash it for a while so Eli didn't accidentally find it. After all, Eli stayed mostly at Austin's home nowadays and Austin told me that the small freak would snoop around the places and even frequently sniff his dirty clothing and whatnot,"

"It's still very surreal to listen to you calling Eli "a small freak" and you just so comfortably addressed Owen as Austin as if there's nothing odd about it,"

"Well, he speaks and thinks like the Austin I would know as my younger brother closest friend, why should I address him as anything else?" Benji said with a smirk while stealing glances at his own face in the mirror

Peter just chuckled. These pills really worked like a charm, huh? He thought to himself.

"So, why are you telling me all this? You can literally just not text me or anything, playing Mike to the fullest until Austin's further direction,"

"Well, we cannot let him steer all the fun, don't we? I heard him making all this big fuss about you guys trying out wedding suits, that's where you'll ambush my lil bro and Adam?"

"I suppose so,"

"Hmmmm.....wonder who will ended up as my lil bro. It disgusts me to the core that one of you slimy freckled freaks might slip and takeover my lil bro and used him like a puppet, but hey, that's probably for the best. He's such an asshole, a new driver might be using him better. Anyway, the plan is on Saturday right? Maybe we can spice things up a bit,"

"How? Do you have a plan in mind?"

"I have, but I'll tell you about it later. I have a guest coming in soon, gotta prepare myself first,"

"Later, we don't have later. Plus, what do you mean a guest? It's almost 10 PM now,"

"We'll have time, promise. And about the guest, well, no one's with me now, I'm a man with needs. I'll let your creative mind come up to your own conclusion. But after all, it's none of your business, twerp. Bye now,"

And just like that, the video call ended abruptly. What the hell was that? Pete murmured to himself, the cum already dried on his hand and clothing but his bed already reeked with all of the sweat and the JO. The time shows 10 PM, but he just felt dirty and sticky so he jumped to the shower to feel refreshed while internalizing the thought that Mike/Benji just floated to him

"Be Nick then,"

Nick Moretti. That arrogant douchebag. It's one thing to look at him in all his muscular glory from the outside, listening to him talking about girls like they're that easy to manipulate.

But to see the world from such perspective? To lure in the chicks with a flash of your smirk and a casual flex of muscle? To be the one in possession of such fine specimen of a body? Without Pete realized, his hand already grabbed his 3 inchers and jacked it off furiously for the past few minutes under the warm shower, and when everything went blank in his mind, that's also when he shot his load to the shower tiles. He panted under the cascading water, this weekend will be tough to not get horny despite it's probably going to be more nerve-wracking, he thought to himself

---

As Dominic flopped to Mike's bed after travelling out of town to eventually get himself fucked senselessly by the DILF to the point of passing out, Javion walked in to the bedroom to witness the mess

"Yo, so you tellin' me I need to step inside the gay dude you just fucked? Like.....bro, you can just NOT fuck the dude or something,"

"Well, beggars can't be choosers, either you go in there or you can go back working with your boring uncle and tutored your bratty cousins, your choice,"

"You better not fuck me once I slide into him,"

"Why would I? I'm not fucking a dude twice, heck, this body ain't fucking any dude ever again, I just see him as a means to an end. Hurry before he wakes up,"

Javion chugged the multi-colored pill that made his eyes sparkled all sorts of brilliant color and prepared himself for the takeover. If not for the fact that the towering DILF next to him convinced him that he's actually Benji, Javion wouldn't even bother to come here, but the dude knew things he supposedly got zero idea about so Javion trusted his guts and believed on him despite the way it sounded impossible. Yet, as soon as his hands "melted" right into the back of the passed out guy, he stared back at Benji/Mike in an amused yet disbelief expression before fully committing himself to the takeover. Another pill and several minutes later, Dominic is already wide awake and his eyes looking at Mike with lust that he simply can't hide

"That last pill.....mmmmhhh....fuck, the thought of you pounding my ass again becomes so irresistible. You didn't tell me how well it makes me think like him,"

"Oops, sorry not sorry. And no, I'm not touching you anymore, but I know what you can do to fulfill that insatiable desire,"

---

Mike said nothing for the next 2 days after his call to Pete. But right before the sun rises on the eventful Saturday, a chat popped in from the number Pete saved as "Daddy Mike". Mike revealed to Pete that he's going to pick him up and explain things face-to-face with him about his little plan. Pete opened the message around 30 minutes after the chat sent by Mike and he instantly leaped from his bed to at least clean himself for the day. Then, he stopped mid-tracks......if he's going to get inside Nick or Adam today, well, why the fuck he should care about showering, so he simply just washed his face, brushed his teeth and changed his clothing to prepare for Mike's arrival. Around the same time, Austin texted Pete that he needed to postpone things for a couple hours, so that certainly give Pete and Benji/Mike enough time to do whatever plan that Benji/Mike already stored in his mind.

Once Mike's car arrived in front of Pete's apartment building, the dainty man stormed out from his apartment building to then quickly entered the car. Inside the car, he's welcomed by the leathery musk of the car that mixed pretty intensely with Mike's body odor. It's also the first time that Pete witnessed Mike in real life and boy he looks super intimidating and imposing

"Morning twerp, are you ready for the day?"

"Oh, definitely. Also, I just heard from Austin, he needed some extra time today because there's something he needs to solve first,"

"I saw Nick's Strava, he's still in his neighborhood as of now, jogging, so Austin's delay clearly not involved him because based on his Strava, he's somehow went out of town and will take around an hour or more before coming back based on this distance. Any idea why?

"No, honestly. Maybe it's related to Adam. He got this family cabin or something, is it near the lake?"

"Yes, I think he's going to the lake. Well, based on the track, he stopped by at Ron's, so maybe you are going to be my little brother then seeing that Ron is probably heading to get Adam?"

"Oh fuck, for real? But why do the takeover not in the designated place? Is it because the cabin is pretty much isolated?"

"Hmmm.....maybe, but anyway, I think we should go to your suit appointment, staking the place first and see what you are going to work with, what do you think?"

"Sounds like a plan to be honest, bro, is that the plan you've been waiting to tell me, a stakeout?"

"First of all, nu uh, too early, twerp, not your big bro yet. Second, you'll see for yourself,"

---

"What the fuck???" exclaimed Mr. Wendell when he witnessed all 3 of his employee involved in practically a threesome in the 2nd floor private room.

The shock somehow compounded when from the opposite private room, Anthony stormed out and phased inside Mr. Wendell, his old yet still muscular body trembled as he fell to the ground with his face planted to the wood paneling. Then, several seconds later, he grunted through the possession as he's kneeling on all fours like a dog while both of his arms trembled hard trying to withstand the onslaught. Yet, to no avail, the takeover turned out successful as Mr. Wendell stopped trembling before letting out a deep, rich chuckle. He exclaimed that he did it, and looking at his 3 employees already enjoying themselves and each other, he started to pick himself up before starting to undress himself.

"Save some space for me boys, I need to punish Dominic for bringing these thugs into our dignified, artisanal shop," he said with a wide grin that the other assistant responded with the same kind of crooked, devious, smile

---

"Are you serious? All of them?"

"Yeah, what do you think?"

"So, this is the big plan? For more of our friends involved in this scheme?"

"Well, the big plan is to really ensure you are the one getting Nick. I feel like since Austin gave me that much pills, it's a bit of a waste to just use it for me when I can......share,"

"Austin will be mad at you, you know,"

"So be it, I bet he probably can churn out more pills anyway and between me and you, I know he will not let us get kicked out from our skinsuit. After all, deep down he's still our reliable, people-pleasing friend, Owen,"

"That's a bit cruel, don't you think? Using him and his power like that?"

"Think about it from bigger perspective. He told us to abandon our life altogether, I think he's a bit cruel himself for demanding us to do that. Yeah it's definitely nicer bodies and all, but he practically used us all in his scheme just to mess up with Eli,"

"Yeah......that sounds.....messed up if you put it like that,"

"Think of this as our extra payment, we deserved it after all the sacrifices we made. It's not like I hated my past lives, the offer is just too good to resist and this new live can only be enjoyable if we have some companies," Mike said as he circled his muscular arms around Dominic and Mr. Wendell, "Austin got you and Ron....and to some extent, Eli. Me.....well, I built my own circles,"

Pete just stared at the 5 men in front of him, 4 of them suited and looking preppy while Mike's in the centre with his camo tanktop and bandana that made him look a bit out of place but it's pretty much giving the real Mike vibes, all grinning and having their bulge prominently shown as if to cue what kind of sexual deviants that ended up in control of their bodies

"So, I already texted Nick to come by here, I said that Austin told me to come by, you maybe want to prepare yourself? He probably arrives in 10 minutes or something, so excited to meet his older brother," Mike said with a smirk as he grabbed two pills inside a tiny plastic bag from his pocket, one for the possession and one for the mind fusion.

"You are setting up a trap to lure in your own little brother?" Pete replied coyly with a hint of intrigue to match the deviousness of the men in front of him

"As I told you, he's a bit of an asshole, maybe someone can make him a better man,"

"Guess that's my job then," Pete said as he grabbed the tiny pills package and strut to the private room on the first floor

"Okay boys, let's prepare ourselves. It will be quite a fight but I believe 5 of us can take him down, no slip-ups, no miss, and no bruises on his pretty face, okay?"

---

Nick never seen it coming.

He's too elated to witness his older brother in a fitting button-up PINK polo, he never mentally prepared for the back-breaking hug Mike gave him right from the get go that caused him unable to move as it took him by surprise. He chuckled at first and flailed around trying to wrestle himself free, but Mike didn't let go even after both of their bodies ended up on the floor. Nick's eyes darted all around the shop trying to get some help but all the attendant and even Mr. Wendell himself simply just smirked at Nick's desperation. An adjustment in the positioning caused Mike to be able to slip his arms with ease and circled around Nick's neck with his powerful biceps. Choking for air, Nick eventually passed out from the strangling his own big brother did to him and that's when Pete walked out from the room, he's been peeking everything from inside the room as he watched everything unfold.

"I believe he stared at me for a couple seconds or something," Pete said as he walked out from the room with the possession pill already in his hand

"Well, let's get you in there quick so his last memory is not about his older brother choking him to death or something,"

"Uhhh--ohh---okay, but....umhh......can I do it inside the room? I'm....not so sure I want to do it in front of everyone,"

Mike rolled his eyes but he quickly grabbed Nick's limp arm and dragged him to the room

"Do you need it to be a private moment too, princess?"

"Actually, yes,"

"Just do it quick, okay? Austin already texted you, right?"

"Uh.....yes, he's going to be here in around half an hour,"

"Well, you have 15 minutes then,"

"That's more than enough," Pete said as he closed the door and then locked it from inside, Nick's limp body splayed on the floor with his back sweating from the onslaught

Pete heard the description on how the possesion felt like, but to be actually experiencing it is a full-on bodily experience he couldn't fully grasp or describe himself. The closest thing that he could think of about the sensation is that he feels like he's a hot knife that glides through block of butter, smoothly getting in-between the butter and yet somehow, there's an end to it. His whole body sustained to remain inside the body that he just slipped inside of and there's just no way out too as the entrance is no longer an entrance, but a solid back that he cannot penetrate again.

His amorphous form soon spread all across Nick's internal system, claiming control of all the limbs and nerve system of the passed out man by leaving a speckle of itself in the vital points that all will be powered once he controlled the nervous system. As it reached the brain, the amorphous Pete witnessed the real Nick's consciousness slumped in his control seat. Curious, Pete then touched the unconscious Nick and something unexpected happened to him as his form then slowly yet surely engulfed the real Nick's consciousness. Moments later, Nick's eyes snapped open in the real world. It has the same intensity and everything, but there's slight confusion beneath that intimidating eyesight. Did he.....just engulf the real Nick? Is that supposed to happen? The mind fusion pill is still in the tiny plastic bag so why on Earth he already knows everything about Nick? His confusion on why his brother strangled him. His excitement when Mike revealed that he's in town. His fuck last night with that NBA cheerleader he met at the club. But not just the recent memories, flashes of Nick's childhood and juvenile years, Nick's first kiss, Nick's first fist-fight with a dude that hit on his girl......everything is accessible for Pete without the need for the mind-fusion pill or whatever it called. But, afraid of making others suspicious and noting the tight timeline he's in, he decided to brush it all aside and hide the pills inside his jeans, he's not obliged to tell everything to everyone after all

"Fuck, shit is so painful," he muttered to himself, testing out his new-found voice while nursing his strangled neck as he quickly picked himself up to witness his own form in the full-length mirror.

"Hey, name's Nick. Nice racks," he said to his own reflection, replicating the douchebag opening line Nick uttered to the cheerleader that he ended up sleeping with last night

"Pretty privilege, fuck. He can say the dumbest shit but he'll still get the girls because he's fucking hot. Well.....I can say the dumbest shit and still get the girls because fuck yeah I AM fucking hot," he said to the mirror while flashing his predatory smirk

Pete's eyes then wandered to the growing bulge in his jeans and he decided that there's no way he's going to just jack himself off like a pathetic dude that cannot pull anyone to do as he pleases. So, as he let his jeans dropped to the floor, he then strut to unlock the door and called out one of Mr. Wendell associates

"Hey fuckers, anyone up to suck my fucking hard cock? I'm fucking horny over here!"

Mike and the others turned around as soon as they heard the voice. The 36 years old smirked at the sight, it's his little brother standing in front of the private dressing room with only his underwear on.

"Nicky, looking good over there," Mike said, purposefully calling Nick with his childhood nickname to tease him and see how the pills work

As expected, Nick's face turned slightly sour before smirking

"Fuck you Mike. Don't call me with that faggy name, ever,"

"Oh, so you preferred me to call you what? Pete? Petey?"

"Don't push it bro, I'm still not over you choking me, I'll pay it back when I have the chance,"

"Hahahahahah yeah right, good luck with that. Anyway, have you checked your phone? Austin probably texted you on his whereabout,"

"Yep, he's close. Less than 10 minutes to go. What do you want to do next? You want to reveal your involvement?"

"Ehh.....not really. I guess I'm just going out to the corner and hide while you guys can do whatever you wanna do. I think we can play a bit more with Austin, don't you think? Make him insecure and wary that not everything happened per his plan and there's external variable he cannot control, I bet you can use that creative mind of yours to come up with some shit,"

"Heh, I do have some shit on my mind in case you don't want to reveal your involvement yet. I'll update you later then, bro,"

"Okay then, I know I can count on you bro,"

"Always,"

As Mike left the premise, Nick grabbed one of Mr. Wendell associates to help him in the private room

"Let's dig in to our brain and pull off some role play, shall we?"

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Spinoff: Fiancè Needs His Groomsmen Pt. 1

A collaboration with @vindictivenerdcels that reached out to me through his other account, inspired by @thesuitaskin Untouchable Fiance series

Austin observed Nick from the distance like a hawk eyeing its prey. Every move of Nick's muscle, the dangling cross pendant, the way he grunted with each reps, the strength that body capable to produce, everything filtered through the lens and perspective of his now-wonderfully informed brain when it comes to all things workout and building physique. That is one delicious body to be taken over, he thought to himself as he stopped watching his supposed-best friend like a creep from a hidden point of view in the gym and walked to approach him.

"Hey there bro, you seemed to be in the zone already,"

"Oh hey there dude, you just arrived?Fashionably late today, don't you? The future Mrs. Hill kept you preoccupied?"

"Nah, it was future Mrs. Hill very own bestfriend that kept me longer in bed, it took quite some times to make the beast softened after all," Austin said with a smirk and a gentle grab of his crotch, which caused Nick to deviously grin and playfully punched Austin's arm

"You slick bastard. You know you can ruin that strong girlhood bond if you fuck all of her bestfriend's behind her back," Nick replied with a hint of sarcasm to Iris friend circles

"Well, what do you suggest I do to satiate their sex drive? Introducing my jacked douchebag of a best friend to them as my replacement?"

"Obviously, meathead! That's a start I know you haven't even think about until now. I mean, come on man, as I said it so many times, you gotta stop playing around and start sharing the ladies that hit on you to me or Adam. We have no issues pulling chicks but I'm not gonna say no if you pass me some hot chicks my way. And you, you can focus all your love and attention to Iris and her family,"

"HAHAHAH fuck you, dude! Stop teasing me to talk about that dweeb and his best friend. They disgust me, fuck, you just made me shivered with the thought of those two dweebs probably fucking each other while thinking about me,"

"Yeah dude, that story you shared about them scrolling through your IG sounded like a total nightmare. Fucking pervs,"

"Well, enough yapping. I'm about to hit chest today, so, see you around?"

"You don't need me to spot you? My schedule's free till the evening actually,"

"Nah, just lightweight workout for the day. Iris wanted to check out some vendor later today so I don't want to be pushing too hard,"

"Okay then. Oh yeah, totally forgot. I can do the fitting this Saturday, so you don't need to split my session's and Adam's, my brother postponed his visit,"

"Sweet, will tell Mr. Wendell about it so he can prepare his team for us. See ya later then, dude,"

Yup, all goes very sweetly according to his plan. Hopefully Benji will enjoy his time inside that incredibly jacked form of Nick's older brother, Mike. As for the fitting session.....that's the grand trap that will capture the two oblivious hunk unaware that they are literally like a pair of fish that swims into the net. As he started his set, his mind raced to the possible scene of seeing those jacked bodies of Nick and Adam seized by his best friends instead and how they will fool and toy around with Eli, a hardening meat started to beg to be released from the confine of the cotton briefs as it creates a rather prominent bulge in his pants, which Austin just stared with a smirk as he admired his overall form

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Behind Eli's back, Owen actually used Austin's more flexible time to develop yet another set of pills. If the previous pills helped to jailbreak other people memory by integrating one's form to the neural system of the one taken over, he took it one step further this time. As far as he knows, he's the only one with the power to possess another people. He saw telekinetic, animal mind control, super strength or pyrokinetic folks in the past when his now-dead parents brought him to the "Gifted Meetings", or so they described it, but no one owned the kind of his power per his recollection.

The soul is a very sacred spaces and maybe his desire to have a loving parents caused him to develop such power in the first place, after all his mother was blessed in manifestation and foresight as her power so maybe this possession skill of his is the same kind of power as her manifestation but more directed towards something and definitely more potent due to its focus. The desire to live like others with complete set of family and sheltered from the cruelty of the world led him to have this ability and now, he finally materialized its full potential by staying inside Austin Hill for the past few months, much longer than his previous possession of Mr. Evans, the history teacher back in his highschool or Jamal Brooks, his college wide receiver, that only lasted around a week or two.

For him, the key has been the pills that he still took once per week, but he found the idea of making others experienced the same sensation as him to possess others to be thrilling so he used the profit Austin gained from crypto and stock to fund his exploration to create the possession pills. It sounds to be quite an extraordinary — even impossible — feat to achieve but as if proving his mother's powers, he indeed managed to create the pills as his dreams and just mere flashes of thoughts shown him to whom he should talk to, what ingredients to pick and what kind of steps he should take. The pills finished earlier this month and he's been making calls to some surprised friends that received a very odd phone call from the one and only Austin Hill. The surprise turned into intrigue as he explained his detailed plan to the flabbergasted friends, but of course they agreed to join forces and help Owen/Austin with that kind of reward on the line

Benjamin has been the first to demonstrate the efficacy of the pills. As he posed as a UPS delivery person, he downed the new pill right as he knocked on Mike Moretti's front door.

Not wasting his time, Benji lunged right away at Mike's body as soon as he opened his door and instead of stumbling and falling together to the ground, as planned, Benjamin indeed slipped into Mike's body with ease, the body was so shocked it failed to react appropriately to the invader. Benji, as Mike, quickly ripped open the package he previously brought filled with the memory pills. He grabbed one pill out from the tube and downed it dry in one go, Mike's supplement usage eased him to down the big pill with no help of water whatsoevers.

The metallic bitterness hit instantly, and within seconds, a slow surge ignited behind his eyes. His breath caught. His knees bent slightly—not from weakness, but from the sheer force of the incoming neural flood. Images, names, memories came in waves. Friends. Codes. Muscle memory. How Mike lifted. How he fucked his wife so incredibly to the point of them having their 5th child and would be 6th if she didn't stop him . How he thought. How he ran his business, everything became accessible for Benji as he quickly made the phone call to Austin to confirm the success of the possession

"Well, call your brother then and deliver the news that Angelo is too sick or whatever, make it convincing as fuck and ensure him that he can stay in town and you will come visit the other time, no need to visit you, okay?"

"This is the last time I'm calling you. I don't take orders from anyone, I'm Mike fucking Moretti," he said with a teasing growl

"Yeah, yeah, enjoy that thick Italian sausage, you dweeb. Just do your job and I will not mess up with you,"

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"Where are you going this early? It's Saturday, I'm making breakfast,"

"Not your business, fag, and I'm not eating your soyboy cooking anyway,"

"Hey, that's not nice, and I know where you are going anyway,"

"And so, why do you ask then? I'm not obliged to let you know my errand or who am I going to meet,"

Eli stammered. That sounds like Austin, yes, but there's also this bubbling Owen that seemed to rose to the surface, is Owen frustrated with him? Eli thought

"I--- I just---"

"Anyway, just do the fucking laundry and prepare for Iris to come later. I know you will probably sink your nose to my gym gear before tossing it to the washing machine, just don't let me see you doing that shit when I come back and do wash it clean, will ya? My Alphalete gear smelled ripe because you probably didn't wash it right, thank fuck I'm the face of the brand so I can just request a new set, but I want what I have now to be clean, you hear me?

"O---okay, Austin,"

As Austin entered his car, he called Peter and Ron to prepare themselves as he is on his way to the tailor. Then, as he starts to drive, Adam calls him

"Hey there dude, sorry for such last minute call. I somehow cannot start my car and I'm actually in my family's cabin by the lake, no sane Uber will pick me up over here. Can I postpone my session to next week?"

"I can pick you up," Austin said as he gritted his teeth, slightly pissed off with the situation as his mind already wandered to all the adjustment he needed to do

"Wait--- what? Are you sure? Man, so sorry for the hassle, okay? I promise I will make it up to you, if Mr. Wendell charged you extra, let me pay for it,"

"No worries, I'll handle him. I'll be in your place in around 45 minutes,"

As he takes a sudden U-turn, he sends a voice note to Ron

"I'm picking you up in 10 mins, we're going for a quick road trip,"

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"Dude, that's hella quick, I thought I would have some times to cram in some work before you pick me up. And oh, who's that tailing you?"

"See, told you he forgets you," he said to the dejected Ron that stands behind him as he just swallowed the pill, "Well, he's been called Ron all his life. But he's about to be called Adam soon,"

"Oh.....okay, he has the same name as me?"

"Even better. Now Ron!"

Frozen in his seat as he's left puzzled on what Austin said and the sight of the pale fat fuck that sprinted to his direction, Adam blinked a bit too late as he witnessed the way Ron's obese body seemingly sinking into him. He's left speechless, his mouth opens but he cannot say a thing as the invading force caused him to be practically paralyzed from head to toe. He let out a painful groan as more and more of Ron submerged into him and seemingly aligned his form inside of his much leaner physique. His eyes darted to the smirking Austin that approached him with what seems to be a tube of supplement. Austin takes one out and it glows like a shiny metal. As Ron seemingly take more and more spaces inside of him and started to reach control over his vocal chord, Adam's eyes went wide as he listened to himself chuckling bitterly

"After all the session I taught you back then, fuck you for forgetting me! I'm taking my payment now you meathead!"

He tried to reply to the statement that escaped his mouth, trying to plead sorry as he remembered Ron now as the Math prodigy that helped him survived the mandatory Math classes he should take back then by being his tutor for free, but it's a bit too late as Ron already controlled his nostril too and caused Adam's psyche to panic as he momentarily suffocated in the uncertainty. Soon after, he lost his sight and eventually grip of his own physical form, cornered to his brain that he valiantly tried to protect from the invading force. He witnessed in his subconscience how Ron tried to fit himself to the controlling seat of his body but Ron's massive form failed him to be in the controlling seat as it's already molded to fit the real Adam and the real Adam only. But that's when Adam heard

"Chuck me the pills, I'm fucking ready!"

Adam watched in confusion then as he heard the gulping sound and then a loud, whirring noise and a bright blast hit him very hard. He let out a crackling scream that falls on deaf ear as he's no longer the conscious and soon not even a subsconcious part of his own physique. The noise and the blast also revealed a rather surprising transformation as he witnessed Ron's psyche already shifted to resemble him through and through, no longer fat and totally resembling Adam even to every single detail of his five o'clock shadow.

With a smirk as he stared back at the surprised Adam, his impostor seated himself in the controlling seat of his brain, all connected to the whole nervous system and memory bank that belong to Adam. In the outside world, Austin witnessed live for the first time how his pills take effect in real time and he's more than pleased seeing how seemingly effective the whole thing is. It's not even 5 minutes since the initial takeover, and Adam is already a changed man inside

"Ohh Austin......he really is a goody two shoes per your explanation. So positive, a very prominent advocate for wellness and mental health, a very nice sweet guy. He's a changed man from his college days, but too bad he's a dick to me and to be honest, we can let that rotten former college jock personality out a bit more, don't you think? I'm not building my muscle all this year for nothing,"

"As tempting as it sounds, you better stay in character. We cannot let people suspect a thing for now. Plus, it's too early and you still need to retain control, I'm afraid acting out of the ordinary will make the brain detected something off. It's pills after all, not the same as my power,"

"Uggghhh fine........"

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When they finally arrived back in town, they go straight to the tailor. Hopefully Peter stick to the plan and keep himself hidden from anyone's sight, Austin muttered under his breaty. It's going to be pretty reckless of him to tackle Nick all by himself in such a public setting. Even worse, Pete might be beaten to a pulp by Nick and that's not a sight he wished to see. As they walked in to the shop, Mr. Wendell welcomed them

"Your friend is waiting inside already, I already measured him and he's probably changing his clothes or tried out some things with my assistant Jason,"

Austin and Adam entered the room that Mr. Wendell pointed at and found quite a sight to behold. Nick just finished putting on his white tee but his cock dangled out freely with the blonde, dainty guy presumably to be Jason kneeled right next to it with his face splattered by cum

"Oh, there you two, I'm fucking bored waiting so I called him in and just make him use his hour. You paid him by the hour, right?"

"Nick---"

"Yeah?"

"What the fuck is this? Are you trying to get me blacklisted?"

"Oh calm down will ya. Jason here won't say a word to Mr. Wendell, right? You are not going to make your uncle have a heart attack and also break your parents heart because of your slutty mouth, correct?"

"Y---yes, sir,"

"See, told you. After all, I will not fuck that mouth of his if you're not late, Austin. Now, cum rag, clean up and call your friend to come here, it's fitting time for them," Nick said coldly as he put on the casual dress shirt given by Mr. Wendell for sizing and material options

"Y--yes sir, on it,"

As Jason walks out from the room, Austin quirked his eyebrow

"Pete? Are you there?"

"Who's Pete?"

"Drop it, Pete. It will take quite a tremendous coercion to even make Nick let a fag gets close to his cock, let alone him blowing his load for anything but a chick,"

"Well, guess I do need that mind merge pills after all. Do you bring it with you?"

"How the heck you made it?"

"Him? Oh he's easy as fuck. He was busy listening to this shitty men's right podcast with his earbuds as he exited his car. I just jumped right in from behind, no witness, no camera, no resistance, just a smooth takeover,"

"Oh......that's nice. Wait......did you hear that? Someone's groaning from outside, should we check?"

As the three men walk out from the private fitting room, they are surprised with the sight in front of their eyes as the store blind closed in full so no one from the outside can see the debauchery that happened inside. Mr. Wendell, in all his bonafide DILF glory with his suit tattered on the floor, is getting serviced by his three assistants, Jason, Franco and Dominic. As Mr. Wendell opened his eyes, he makes eye contact with Austin & co. and let out a chuckle while Nick grinned from ear to ear

"What did you do, Nick?" asked Austin rather sternly

"Oh well......about that----"

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Part 2 and (maybe) 3 will be released by @vindictivenerdcels

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The Ghost Hunter's Guilty Pleasure

The sun was dipping low when Dennis's black SUV rolled up the curved drive toward the old mansion. The front lawn was trimmed to perfection, the ornamental iron gates framing a riot of roses - deep crimson, pale blush, gold - intertwined with ivy that crept up the stucco walls. The mansion itself was a masterwork of craftsmanship: every cornice carved in swirling arabesques, every window sash painted in a soft cream that still bore the original brush stroke. In front, a wrought-iron gazebo stood half-stripped, its peeling paint revealing layers of history; once the restoration was complete, its filigree roof would offer a cool refuge beneath the summer sky.

Dennis stepped out to find the ghost-hunting equipment being hauled inside by his team. Black trunks lay open, revealing rows of EMF detectors, infrared cameras, voice-recording devices. The soft hum of charging batteries mingled with the distant drone of cicadas. He smoothed the front of his royal blue shirt - tailored so precisely it hints at every curve of his torso - then nodded to the owner, a gaunt man with eyes both hopeful and haunted.

"It's supposed to be a bed-and-breakfast," the over said, ushering Dennis inside. His voice echoes faintly in the grand foyer, where a crystal chandelier dangled like a cage of frozen raindrops. "We've never been able to finish the renovation - something always holds us back."

Dennis's gaze drifted upward, taking in the soaring coffered ceilings studded with rosetted. "It's breathtaking," he said, voice calm as the machines around them pulsed with quiet life.

"Thanks - hopefully you'll banish whatever's here so we can open the doors next season." The owner's words barely left his lips when a heavy gilt-framed portrait slipped from its hook and shattered across the Mable landing. The crash rang out like thunder in the a small storm. A handful of crew members rushed forward, sweeping shards of glass into dustpans before anyone could be cut.

"I promise you," Dennis said, watching the men work, "by sunrise, this place will be clear." He glanced at his team - each face lit by the glow of handheld monitors, adjusting dials, calibrating sensors until every instrument lay in perfect readiness for the night ahead.

Night fell quickly in the countryside. One by one Dennis sent his crew away, leaving only himself among the array of blinking cameras mounted discreetly to preserve the mansion's antique paneling. A soft beep told him they were all live. He began his solitary tour, pausing to breathe in each room's distinct atmosphere.

In the master suite, the scent of polished oak and aged leather lingered beneath the heavy velvet drapes. A four-poster bed with ebony-carved posts stood proud, its velour blankets folded like dark waves across the mattress. Overhead the moonlight filtered through stained-glass transoms, painting violet patterns on the oriental rug.

In the library, rows of ancient tomes rose to the ceiling. The pages smelled of dust and secrets; the leather bindings felt cool and worn under his fingertips as he brushed past. Somewhere behind a stack of encyclopedias, the cables of a microphone trailed into shadow.

Even the conservatory held its breath: ferns unfurled toward the glass dome, orchids dropped under the weight of dew, and palms arched like silent sentinels. The warm, humid air felt alive, as though something waited just out of sight. Dennis's exhale misted before him, yet the silence remained absolute.

Returning to the foyer, Dennis studied the forest of tripods and recorder boxes. For an instant, he thought he saw a slender shaft of light refract around the edge of the sofa - a shape, maybe a silhouette - before it winked out. He took a careful step forward, and a sudden breeze flicked the pages of a ledger left on a side table. The curtains fluttered, though no window was open.

A slow smile curved Dennis's lips. He reached into his pocket and pressed a small button on a matte-black box - a signal to activate his most sensitive gear. "All right," he said, voice low and confident, as if addressing a hidden guest, "here's the deal. You get one final ride inside a living vessel - one last romp through pulsing veins and racing thoughts - and then you leave this house alone." His fingers brushed the small silver hoop handing from his earlobe, ensuring it was secure. A soft beep echoed faintly from the earring after he pressed the button, confirming that everything was in place.

Silenced answered him, save for the soft electronic whirr of cameras capturing every corner. He scanned the room, eyes sharp, until a skitter of movement flickered behind the grand staircase. A cool current brushed past him, raising gooseflesh along his forearms. He planted his feet firmly.

"Come and get me," he challenged the emptiness, knowing something watched from the darkness. With deliberate theatrics, he ripped open his shirt, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest. He flexed a hand forward and let out a teasing growl, baiting the unseen presence. Dennis loved to play. Tonight would be no exception.

For those on his team, it was no secret how much Dennis relished ghost hunting. Yet, nothing thrilled him more than feeling a spirit invade his body. His rigorous workouts had sculpted his physique into a tantalizing beacon for the restless souls he pursued. Now, he stood defiantly in the foyer, bare-chested, daring the dead to possess him.

"Really? Nothing?" he called out, his voice echoing with a mix of anticipation and disappointment. But then, the air vibrated with energy. Machines erupted with insistent buzzing, bells clanged, and the lights blazed to life on by one, heralding an approaching entity. A chilling breeze surged towards him, crashing into his chest. Dennis's grin stretched wide, just as his head snapped back with a sharp gasp. "Yes!" he shouted with raw exhilaration, his head lolling ecstatically. He clawed at his shirt, ripping it open wider, desperate to grant the ghost more space to invade his flesh with its otherworldly presence.

The spirit surged forth, a fleeting glimpse that left Dennis barely catching the spectral tail as it vanished between the muscular slabs of his chest. In an instant, control slipped away; his arms jerked wildly as the phantom force clawed its way through his limbs, driving his fingers to curl and reach for his own face. A twisted smile spread across his features, but it was a grin that no longer belonged to Dennis. Each contact was electric, and the ghost within him gasped, overwhelmed by the intoxicating rush of life rekindles, a surge of vitality that made his very essence throb with intensity.

"I haven't felt like this in ages," he growled, his fingers delving beneath his shirt to clutch and knead the taut muscles underneath. "And I have never had these before." His fingertips traced around the hard ridges of his flexed abs, making them stand out like chiseled marble. Driven by an overwhelming surge of power, he brought his hands up to grasp his pecs, savoring the sheer strength he now commanded. The flood of emotions and sensations bubbled within him, sending a jolt of raw desire that was impossible to ignore. With a swift, almost savage motion, he tore his belt free and shoved his jeans down, his hands squeezing the insistent bulge in his underwear.

"This feels incredible," he moaned, his head snapping back in a storm of unrestrained ecstasy. He ripped his shirt from his body with a fervor, discarding it like a forgotten relic, and gazed hungrily at the flesh he now possessed. His hands roamed greedily over the taut, sculpted muscles, caressing and venerating them as if they were divine. He staggered slightly, momentarily forgetting the shackles of his pants tangled around his ankles, and when he collapsed onto the sofa, he kicked them off with a forceful swing, his cock straining fiercely against the confines of his briefs. Even as he stumbled through the opulently decorated rooms to a bathroom as exquisite as the rest of the mansion, with its lavish wallpaper and gleaming fixtures, he was still marveling as the unfamiliar body. The ghost inhabiting Dennis scrutinized his reflection, tilting his head to capture every angle of his chiseled jawline. With a curious finger, he traced the mustache Dennis had cultivated, chuckling as the bristles sent thrilling tingles across his upper lip.

His cock pulsed with a life of its own, the spirit nearly mesmerized by the allure of his captivating reflection, and with one decisive motion, he unleashed that formidable organ. It sprang forth, entrancing the ghost as his mustache quivered with electric excitement.

"You're quite the prize, aren't you?" the ghost declared with Dennis's voice, sliding his hands down the ridged landscape of his abs, flexing them under his touch before seizing the throbbing shaft. He groaned, the grip sending waves of almost unbearable pleasure surging through him, a sensation he had been deprived of since his death. He gasped, slamming his hand against the mirror for support as the pleasure threatened to buckle his knees. The guttural sound he emitted was primal, and if one looked closely enough, they might see the specter leaking from his pores, the visage of an ancient man peering through the mortal facade. His chest heaved as he succumbed to the overwhelming bliss, yet the old man grinned wickedly, drawing himself back into the vessel, revealing the striking face in the reflection he had commandeered.

The spirit savagely tore away the last vestiges of his clothing, stalking back into the room where the ghost hunting gear hummed, planting himself defiantly in the center. "You all enjoy the show?" he sneered, glaring at the cameras. "You little fuckers get off on watching your boss get used like this?" he pointed at a camera, posing with both arms flexed, his cock jutting obscenely. The ghost looked down at himself and then back at the cameras, a wicked grin spreading. "You want a fucking show? I'll give you a show."

He seized his cock, throwing himself down on the sofa, the discarded pants a crumpled mess by the side table. He lifted his legs, grabbing his cock with one hand while the other explored his asshole, fingers slipping in his mouth before brutally pushing against his hole with a guttural grunt. His body convulsed, pleasure and pain colliding in a brutal, erotic storm. Legs high, fingers digging at his prostate, he stroked his thick cock, glaring at the blinking camera light.

Whether someone was watching live or Dennis would enjoy the recording later, the ghost ravaged Dennis's body like it was his own. His moans were deafening, drowning out the equipment's hum, threatening to shatter the windows with his ecstatic screams. His fingers dug deeper, stroking faster, until he felt the pull, balls churning, tightening, orgasm imminent. The sofa cushions enveloped him as he thrust harder, something tugging at his ear. The cushion's embroidery caught his hoop earring, and as his body arched in a brutal, sexy spasm, the earring tore off, falling near the discarded pants. His load erupted, painting his chiseled body in glistening ropes, moans so loud they threatened to consume him.

Just as he collapsed back onto the sofa, the box in the pants pocket beeped, the earring vibrating before sending out a crackling spark meant to expel the ghost. But it was too late. The earring was too far from his earlobe, and the ghost was free to reside in his flesh as long as he wanted.

The spirit toyed with the equipment, anticipation buzzing in the air like static, waiting for the pivotal moment that would hurl him out of the borrowed body. But that moment never arrived. Instead, he prowled through every room of his old haunt, pushing Dennis's body to its limits until the first light of darn sliced through the windows. He had driven Dennis to the brink of exhaustion, collapsing into sleep in the master bedroom. The abrupt clamor of Dennis's team roused him, their presence a whirlwind of motion as they dismantled and hauled away the remnant of their ghost-hunting endeavor. One team member tossed his clothes to him, and the spirit, blinking into wakefulness, realized his possession was inexplicably intact. A fierce struggle simmered within, a battle for control, but he held dominance, luxuriating in the newfound freedom of a life reclaimed. He donned Dennis's attire, adopting his mannerisms as he mingled with the team packing up.

"So did it work?" The owner's query cut through as he stepped outside, the house now devoid of all paranormal paraphernalia.

"Yeah, I would whatever was haunting this place won't be a problem anymore." Dennis - or rather, the entity within - replied with a sly smirk.

"That's perfect. I already sent you the money, so we should be square." The owner's handshake was firm and jubilant, and Dennis marveled at the sensation of touch, a thrilling reminder of his corporeal existence. As the owner moved past him, Dennis's gaze locked onto the SUV driver, a colossal figure engrossed in his phone, obliviously waiting for Dennis to join him in the back seat. The spirit, now seated in the driver's seat of his new life, felt a ravenous hunger stir within, his eyes blazing with desire to test the limit of his new, permanent form either with the man behind the steering wheel, or any man he could get his hands on.

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BFB: Part One

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

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

BFB: Borrowed From Bro

Luca and I have been friends since we were about six years old, and for as long as I can remember... I've had a crush on Beckett, his older brother.

We were four years apart, but gosh... he was always so funny, with a unique charisma. Or well, that was a few years ago, suddenly he became cold, cutting, hardly ever wanted to spend time with me or Luca; but he had become hot...

He had really focused on improving his physique, he wasn't a sportsman as such, but he spent all his time in the gym, flexing those fat, sweaty muscles… It was like martyrdom.

I was about to turn eighteen in about three days. I was pretty excited at the thought of it plus all that it entailed like the party, the presents. However, my parents would not be there because of their work, they used to travel a lot; actually it was not the first time they missed my birthday, but it felt a strange emptiness to turn this age without them being there.

Although, Luca's family gladly accepted to receive me in their home, because of our closeness, it almost seemed like another one of their children. And his parents were almost like my second parents.

- Do you already have an idea for your birthday? - Luca's mother asked with a smile.

- Maybe something simple, I don't want to be a bother.

- Not at all, Jamie. You know you're family.

I could only smile softly.

- Seriously, something quiet.

- Well, if you insist - she denied - in the garage we have a couple of party things, tell Luca and Beck to help you.

My heart was pounding and nervous. There was no problem with Luca helping me, of course. But imagining Beckett was...

- Oh, no. I'm sure Beckett has more important things to do, he shouldn't be bothered - I said laughing nervously.

- No, no. He must help you - I swallowed.

- It's really okay, don't worry - I denied, starting to move backwards to run out to the garage. But then Beckett came in.

- There you are! Help your brother and Jamie find the party decorations in the garage.

He was pouring himself a glass of water, set the pitcher down on the counter, it was a thud. He fell silent to nod dryly, didn't even say anything else. I bit my lip nervously, what had I done to make him act that way with me, had he realized I liked him and that pushed him away?

I quietly thanked him and left for the garage. The worst happened next, though. Luca had left hours before, he would be back until the afternoon, so I was alone with Beckett for the day.

There was no noise at all, all was silence beyond the rubbing between the cardboard boxes as they were moved or lowered. I must admit it was quite a treat to watch the boy of my dreams carry boxes, to see his biceps swell and his stern expression as he bore the weight. It was so hard not to get "excited".

Sometimes we would exchange glances, he would stare at me until I ended up getting uncomfortable and looked away before hiding in a pile of boxes.

- And... How was college?

- Fine.

He answered almost with a grunt. I sighed at my vain effort, tried to pull a box from a high shelf, had to stretch a lot though it ended up falling abruptly, opening.

An elegant mirror ended up sliding on the floor, fortunately without a scratch. I took the artifact in my hands to examine it, it certainly looked elegant, somewhat heavy. It seemed to be made almost of gold.

I looked at the surface, I swear I saw it glitter for an instant.

- What is it? - Beckett murmured to take it in his hands, snatching it from me.

- A mirror...

He said nothing. He saw himself in it for an instant and then handed it to me.

- Be more careful, put it away. Maybe it belongs to my grandparents.

I nodded and obeyed, put it away and put it back in the box, putting it back in its place. After a while, we ended up finding everything we needed for the party. I took the boxes and brought them into the house, Beckett looked at me again for a while, with that same cold expression before going up to his room and locking himself in. His parents went out to buy some things for the party like food and drinks to get everything ready.

So I went to the guest room (which was almost my room, since I was always in it), lay on the bed with my eyes staring at the ceiling. I sighed, it felt pretty… wrong how Beckett treated me. Surely he was straight, I know he would never reciprocate, but the feeling of rejection, how he saw me, the mere fact that he wouldn't even speak to me, burned in me with anguish.

I started to feel drowsy, maybe I was too tired from carrying boxes - how pathetic it sounded - I tried to resist the feeling, but I ended up closing my eyes.

I don't know how much time passed. At least several hours, I opened my eyes confused, feeling sweaty. I gasped in annoyance at the sensation and the... shit, it stank.

Everything was dark but I couldn't help but feel heavy, I stood up. I felt my footsteps echo through the room as I fumbled for the room's blackout. I felt that something was not right at all. And when I turned on the light, I found myself in a room completely foreign to my own.

It wasn't unfamiliar, though.

I looked at Beckett's awards, his car posters, his computer. It was all there.

- What on earth? - came out of my mouth. Then I felt my voice sound completely different, deep, masculine. My gaze lowered, I gasped as I saw my new build: two big pecs and shapely abs. While my body wasn't bad, it wasn't this built.

I lifted my armpit a little to sniff, it stank... but it was such an intoxicating, exciting aroma. Soon I found myself sniffing like crazy, licking and sniffing insistently. I was grinning like a fool, I didn't know what was wrong with me, I didn't even know what body I was in but now I was so... lost in continuing to smell my stench.

It was until my gaze stopped at the mirror that I saw my reflection.

- Fuck! - I screamed.

I rushed to the mirror, pressed my hands against the surface and saw him: Beckett. His body responded in parallel to my actions, exactly the same. His expressions were the same as mine, everything... even the relief on his pants. I wanted to hold on. I swear I did, but I ended up taking off every garment until it was just me and Beck's sweaty skin.

My chest rose and fell nervously, I began to caress his pecs, enjoying the softness and how easy it was to squeeze them, I let out a loud gasp as I squeezed again and again hard.

- Fuck, yeah - it was like touching the stars to see the boy who was driving me crazy to be panting and with a goofy, lustful expression - do you like the way I look, Jamie?

A shiver spread through my body just hearing him say my name in that tone.

I pulled out his phone - or now mine?

To start taking pictures, I immediately sent them to my number. I had to have this if it wasn't permanent... I flexed my arms hard, widening my big new biceps and letting the stinky stench come out more freely. Stinking up the whole environment.

- I'm fucking hot.

I muttered. I walked over to the mirror, watching myself closely. My heart was pounding, I'd loved Beck forever, and now he was so close to me… I knew part of it didn't count because it wasn't him, it was me in command of his huge muscles.

But I didn't care.

- You look so good, Jamie... - again, it was pure ecstasy. My name across his silky lips - I have loved you for so long...

And I immediately slammed my lips against the mirror, my sweaty muscles and upturned manhood against the coolness of the reflective surface. It was a chaos of sweat, saliva and the sounds of my body crashing over and over against the mirror.

- You feel so good, Jamie...

I grunted, feeling that I was closer to releasing my seed. I continued to lick, gasped and rolled my eyes in pleasure, when I heard the door open.

- Beck, hey, do you know how long Jamie has been asleep? - Luca walked in, I didn't even have time to react or restrain myself. I turned to him as he gasped and I felt buckets of thick goo spill out onto the floor as I had a goofy expression on my lips.

- Ugh...

- Beckett, what the fuck! - Luca looked at me with some disgust, closing the door immediately - Yes you are going to do those things for sure!

- Luca, wait...

- What?

I swallowed hard, how could I tell my best friend that I was inside his brother without him taking me for crazy.

- I... I'm not Beck.

- Right, and I'm Nicki Minaj. Don't play games, asshole. You better cover up!

I covered myself with my hands.

- I'm telling you the truth, man. I'm Jamie.

- ... What the hell got into you today, Beckett? First you do this and now you're using Jamie for this stuff.

- It's the truth!

- Is it? Tell me something you'd only know if you were Jamie.

- When you were six, you wet your bed at a sleepover of mine, you tried to justify it by saying it was the cat but my cat had escaped a week ago. Then one time you stole Beckett's boxers to make fun of me because I like him, and...

- All right, all right, all right! I believe you... Shit, how is that possible?

Luca started circling around me confused but curious.

- I don't know, man. I just... I got sleepy and when I woke up, he was here.

- This is unbelievable! - he seemed fascinated - Let's go out!

- We're going out! What?

- Yeah, yeah! Let's get your body out there!

He didn't even give me time to say no, he quickly put on my clothes, took my hand and rushed me out of the room. I wanted to resist, but Luca was too insistent.

- Wait, what about Beckett? What if he's in my body?

- Fuck that! He's asleep, completely lost.

- And your parents?

- They're not back yet! Hurry, let's go!

And we were out of the house.

- And how will we leave?

- In Beckett's car.

- Are you out of your mind? He won't let anyone touch it.

- Yeah, but you're him now. He can't say anything if it's your own car, can he?

He smiled broadly.

I sighed, nodded and we ended up taking the car. I drove for a while until we got to the address he indicated.

- Where are we?

- At his gym.

- Luca, what's wrong with you?

- Nothing! But don't you see the possibilities? This is great. Now you're him, you've got his strength, you've got his body... You have everything!

I nodded softly. His gaze rested on me for a while, and he leaned in to kiss me. I pushed him away immediately.

- Dude, what the fuck!

- I'm sorry. Yeah?

- Luca, it's your brother's body!

- But it's hot! And don't tell me you don't think so too. It's so... big, sweaty. And now you're in the pilot's seat, and I can...

My heart was pounding, I felt his hand come up to my thigh to slowly caress it.

- Luca...

- My friend... Give me this. When could I have this? Never. Please... Technically you and I are just friends, there's nothing wrong. No?...

I swallowed.

- Fine.

He took me by the chin to start kissing me, it was an intense and sloppy kiss, our tongues colliding, his soft gasps, a little saliva escaping his lips as he kissed me more and more.

Until I pulled him apart again.

- Let's go to the gym.

- What for?

- Trust me.

We both got out of the car, went inside. The receptionist looked at me for a moment, I just waved before he nodded and gave me a smile.

That made me feel strangely... confident.

I lifted my chest and strode confidently forward among the machines and other sports equipment. I found one that caught my attention, I had no idea what these things were called, but I put as much weight on it as I thought would be enough, grabbed the ends, pulled the pulleys and started flexing towards my chest and back.

I loved the feeling… I felt strong, powerful, extremely masculine. How my chest puffed out, how well my arms burned. I felt like I could break a rock with one punch.

- Wow, dude...

I smiled when I heard him, looked at him and winked.

- Do you like what you see?

We went on like that for quite a while, every time I touched a machine it was as if I knew exactly what it was for, and I did one exercise after another. I loved feeling my muscles pumping!

And I loved even more letting Luca take pictures of me, posing, flexing, reeking of pure masculinity.

I also took pictures of myself and sent them to my number. I knew it was a risky thing to do, we didn't know if Beckett was inside my body, or if I was in charge of his while he was still in here. But he definitely had to send me evidence of this.

I loved feeling my body heat, how the seat was soaked with my scent and sweat, wet and warm. Leaving the trace of my huge back or my fat buttocks for having been there.

I ended up exhausted. But it felt incredibly satisfying, like I had won a marathon or something. I felt like everything on me was sweaty and stinky, but I didn't care, gosh, I was addicted to this stinky, potent stench...

I didn't even bother going into the locker room. I preferred to go to the car like this, there was something inside me that I had never known; I didn't know if it was confidence, arrogance or narcissism, but I felt amazing. I lifted my armpit in the driver's seat and immediately Luca was against it, licking and sniffing desperately as if hypnotized.

We drove home and on the way I let him bend over so he could lick my new tool. Leaving is entirely wet, full of his dripping saliva and my thick seed running down his face.

I parked the car, noticing that his parents' van was already at the gate.

- What shall we tell your parents? They're here.

- Nothing. We'll tell them we went out and that “Jamie” was very tired, that's all.

He wiped what was dripping on his face to quickly put his fingers in his mouth and get out.

I followed him, and it really was quick. We just waved, said we were going out for a while, that “Jamie” had finished exhausted and we'd go upstairs. His parents just said it was nice to see us hanging out and didn't ask any more questions.

We went straight to Luca's room.

- Dude, it's awesome to be your brother.

I flexed to show him my arms along with the armpits that were driving him crazy.

- It sure is... - he whispered as if he was watching a steak, almost drooling.

- Do you think it will be the same tomorrow?

- I hope so - he smiled - It's nice to have you like this.

- Nah, you're just saying that because you enjoy this - I joked flexing my arms for him again.

- A little yes - he lifted his shoulders without interest - but I also have to admit that it's the closest I've been to my brother in years. It’s... cute.

We both fell silent, I decided to settle his hair just to break the awkwardness a little.

- Well, I'll go to sleep now. Tomorrow we'll see if I'm still like this.

I said goodbye to him, he hugged me softly, watched me and then stole a little kiss.

- Just in case.

I shook my head with a laugh, pressed him against my armpit as a joke and left his room.

I walked over to mine, but kept hearing “me” snoring. I went into Beckett's room and closed the door. I was feeling pretty sweaty so I decided to take a shower. 

It was a quick thing but I loved running the soap all over this body, feeling his firm yet soft muscles. My upturned buttocks that bounced at the slightest movement. Even my feet... Everything about him was perfect.

I went outside and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Another photo straight to my private messages. Would tomorrow continue like this? I didn't know what would happen... If he would continue to be my eternal crush or if he would be me again, if he would be me again... It was goodbye to all this.

The last sincere smile I was getting from Beck.

I moved one last time to the mirror to give him a soft, gentle kiss.

- I like you, Jamie.

I turned off the light and lay down to sleep.

To be continued

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The Hotel Chain General Manager: Desert Spring Part 2

Desert Spring Part 1

"Hey ladies, need any help with that?"

"Oh no, we're good,"

"Are you sure? Do you know the hotel got this insane soothing gel that helps really well with sore muscle? I swear by its quality, my pecs cramped after yesterday's insane chest day, the hotel PT applied this gel and the cramp instantly vanished," he said as his pecs twitched, a deliberate move from his end intended to arouse the two girls that giggled upon seeing the pecs twitch

"Well, I guess there's nothing wrong to try, our legs can use some soothing gel after all,"

"No, no, let me apply it to you two. You can just sit back, relax and enjoy the sensation," he said with a smirk as he squeezed the tube to release this huge dollop of black, sparkly cream, "no worries, the color will not affect your skin tone or anything, it's very quick to absorb into your skin," he added quickly as he watched the look of bewilderment in both girls face as they probably surprised to see the shiny pitch black texture of the gel.

He quickly positioned himself in between both girls's sun bed, ready to apply the supposed soothing gel. Once the gel made contact to the girls skin and sat for around several seconds, their amused and curious expression due to the chilling sensation instantly contracted into one filled with terror as they started to feel numb

"W---what the fuck w--was th--th---at? UNGGHHHHHHHH HH---" she shrieked, yet Reiner quickly covered her mouth so she stopped screaming while staring sinisterly at the other girl

"E....rin....I think he dr---drugged us,"

"Welcome to the pack, ladies, we will have a great time after you two fully turned into my slut puppets," Reiner said triumphantly with his misogynistic nature oozes out like the real Reiner would, yet another conversion he managed to pull off for the day and he's far from over

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"That's a very scalable approach, to be honest. Rather than installing these hidden trap doors and whatnot, just put them in the utilities or the amenities. But you did that in-house?"

"Yeah, will make shit easier if we can just takeover our amenities partner factory and do it right from the source, but this is good enough because we can make the takeover more targeted,"

"Sounds about right. It's a more sure success anyway because the concentration is not going to be diluted if for example I squeezed myself into a small 100ml gel tube or 10ml toothpaste. Imagine how many of us needed to effectively affect an entire industrial vat of soothing gel?"

"Yeah, not to mention the ego,"

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Colin lodged off two huge lump of black sludge to the sauna heater to infect the entirety of the heater and its resulting steam. He didn't take into account the potency of the steam for a takeover in comparison to a whole sludge taking over an individual, resulting in several slightly numb yet still fully-human vessels not ripe yet for picking.

Aside from that, the two black sludge actually infused altogether when they turned into steam and resulted in the men taken over by the infected steam to be controlled by two non-dominant entities that might cancel out each other's influence over the human brain, enabling the possibility of these human to break-free from their subjugation

Faced with crisis of having bunch of idiots walking around with their mind fucked by half-arsed alien invader that might return to their original human state and ruined everything, Colin then decided to call Micah and George to help him out to fully convert these men.

A simple breeding session in the sauna later, not only these men reached point of no return of being human, the infusion of differing-origin sludges caused them to be stronger than the rest of their pack, and they returned the favor given by the Shredded Bros as they bend those jocks over and started fucking the shit out of their hole inside the steaming-hot, packed-to-the-brim sauna

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"So out of the whole guests.....per your calculation, how many of them converted from using the amenities?"

"I say.....20-30%, but they are the more aggressive one for takeover as they tend to attack their roommate or just general public more compared to the one we hid in trap doors or room fixtures,"

"Maybe hiding them so secretly caused them to be more cautious?"

"Maybe, but I'm not reaching that kind of conclusion yet"

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"Dude, what the fuck, taking that long is one thing, but the screaming is a bit too much, don't you think? Are you okay? What the fuck happened to you?"

"Uh.....oh.....well, you know---"

"It cannot be that good bro, be fucking for real,"

"Well, what if I show you how good it feels?"

"Bro, ewww fuck no. What's gotten into you, bro? If this is a prank, you better stop this homo BS, it ain't cool, y'know?"

"You really need to stop saying all those words without knowing the implication, bro. You make me aroused beyond belief with your obliviousness," he said as he let the towel around his waist dropped to the floor to reveal a bobbing hard-on that looked ready to breed at its 7.5 inches gorgeous length

"Stop it right there you gay ass motherfucker! I'm telling the others how freaky you are,"

Yet before Diego managed to do so, Jesse already caught up to him and grabbed him from behind. It didn't take long before Jesse somehow overpowered the much bigger Diego and before long, Diego's hole already seeded with the black, viscous invader that took control within minutes over his body. Feeling submissive and apologetic to his senior, it used Diego's body to worship "Jesse", much to "Jesse's" delight. They tussled across the room, exploring each others bodies until the two of them reach their climax and laughed it off with their bated breath as the mess they just did started to sink in to their mind. With yet another mischievous smirk, both men cleaned themselves up and they started texting their other friends to gather in their room for a "quick surprise" courtesy of the roommate-turned-couple

"You think they'll see it coming?"

"Nah, too dumb. Besides, we can definitely play it off a bit for a while before we revealed the whole thing to them. I'm going for Ricky by the way,"

"Then Jerome is mine? Sure thing. Ricky is smaller, so do work on Bill after you take Ricky down,"

"No problem,"

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The three college girls just giggled when Bill excused himself to enter the elevator

He positioned himself to the back end of the otherwise empty elevator, but he knows pretty well that his objective resided inside of him and it is attainable to achieve. As for the girls, little did they know, danger literally breathed right on top of their neck as they're about to see the world from Bill's perspective even before they arrived on the first floor, if he's in the mood......

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The Hotel Chain General Manager: The Desert Spring

Part 1

"Hey there Boss, ohh....sorry, you are preoccupied. Esme said you are looking for me yesterday evening? I already went back home,"

"Oh please, come on in, I'm about to be done anyway. UNGGHHHAAHHH.....unnpphhh, fuck yeah cunt, are you ready for Daddy's load??"

"Mmmmhhh.....I'm so close siiirrrAAAHHHHHH" and as the moan escaped from the blonde stud's mouth, a much louder groan escaped the CEO's mouth as both men arched their back and contracted their body due to their simultaneous orgasm. Armand chuckled seeing the mess splattered right in front of his eyes, Gustaf Karlsson's abs covered in the mixture of sweat, cum and God knows what other substances as he panted on the conference desk. After letting Karlsson's alien slithered out from Karlsson's ear to clean his cum-coated hands, Armand stuffed his hand right back at the pliable vessel's mouth that sucked it and the alien that latched too it vigorously. The alien that controlled Karlsson back inside its shell within seconds but Karlsson's mouth remained sucking on the CEO's meaty fingers until it slides out with a pop

"Well, sorry for the delay, but I'm done now, and yes, I did ask your whereabout yesterday. I heard the "serviced by Serene" lodging was a huge hit with the Coachella crowd last month,"

"Full-booked for the 2 weekend. Plus, 90% occupancy rate during the weekdays before, in-between and after the whole festival. Some of our "pleased tenant" invited their friends and made full conversion in the process,"

Armand only took off his suit pants and underwear earlier to fuck the shit out of Gustaf, so he returned to his original look for the day quite quickly as his massive cock also already softened and dried clean by his own alien controller that ensured it is well-cleaned

"Awesome number, Youssef. You hear that Gustaf? I expect outstanding number from you for the Roland Garros-Wimbledon sequence later on late May until June. Get the fuck out from here and start planning,"

"I will brainstorm for it, sir. Hopefully I will not let you down," he said, fully clothed like the respectable regional manager that he is and not some kind of muscle whore that's just been used like a cumrag as he respectfully bowed

"Don't even dare to think about letting me down. I'll take you out from that DILF and put you into some lowly new-joiners if you fuck it up,"

Gustaf quickly leave the room, but not before mouthing off a literal slur word to Youssef, which Youssef replied with a deep chuckle and a smirk as he knows that it won't be easy for anyone, not just Gustaf, to match let alone exceed his achievement during his lead over the Western Europe business.

"Okay, now, any highlights or insight you want to share to me about April? As you know, Q1 is a success per the town hall session last weekend, but I wanna hear more about Q2 so far, especially that lodging idea of yours,"

"Oh, as I said, huge success. But maybe let me show you some example as I explained through the whole scheme and see how it might be replicated elsewhere,"

But rather than a verbal explanation, the alien inside Youssef slithered out through his mouth and flopped itself to the floor. The one inside Armand followed suit so now the two aliens are outside of their human vessel's body and they connected with each other by linking their tendrils. Flashes of information exchanged between the two, the taken over influencers briefing, the surveillance footage of the lodge when the guests takeover happened, the way Youssef even actively involved in some of the takeover, and when they disconnected from each other, the alien just realized that the Armand vessel is overheating from the influx of information that hit the alien that controlled him. It's not an actual overheating, the alien that controlled him just love to mess around with the CEO and tarnished his image and self-perception of himself so it purposefully sent these signals to Armand's brain that aroused him to the point of him being rock hard. Seconds later, Armand spewed his biggest load of the day, some of them even hit Youssef's white zipped-polo and stained it, despite just shooting quite a massive one minutes before inside Gustaf

"What an incredible scene you created at that lodge, Youssef," the empty Armand vessel said, his mouth and vocal chord is practically used like a mic by the alien that controlled him

"Yeah, I was stunned by some of them too. The way that buff bro Colin screamed on top of his lungs as his bros pinned him down to their hotel bed and took turn on his hole, treating him like the way they would treat a roofied bitch before that final blow,"

The Shredded Bros

Colin, Taylor, Micah and George accepted the invitation by Serene for them to spend their first Coachella week in Serene's latest property specifically made for the festival.

All 4 dudes just recently started their influencer career so an invitation to stay for free in a well-known luxury hotel and resorts management seemed like a dream come true, a validation for their hard work for the past few months and how it was the right choice for them to just enjoy their life together after college and documenting it rather than going straight to the workforce. They suspected nothing from the whole deal and the grandeur of their room and the overall hotel amenities swept their attention away from the darkness that lurked dangerously close to them. Until one lonely gym session 2 days before the festival started, Taylor noticed something dropped from the ceiling above him.

When he looked up, the entire black blob already dropped itself to land right on his face. Taylor got no time to react and the blob landed right on his mouth and nose before quickly made its way inside. The screaming and flailing fell on deaf ear and unfocused sight as the gym floor was very quiet and no one paid attention to his corner. To be fair, the other limited gymgoers also fought their invaders as the alien synchronized its timing for the takeover, and before spending too long of a time on the floor, these influencers stood up simultaneously with their new controller comfortably comandeering their body. They continued their workout routine per usual but they were also patiently waiting for the second blob to grow within them so they could share it to their roommates.

Micah quickly fell victim to Taylor's deception as he called Micah to join him at the gym and took him over even before Micah allowed to hit the gym floor.

They managed to corner George as they stumbled upon him when they walked out from the gym and as Colin returned from his night out with the random girls he hooked and crashed the hotel room with, he's unaware that the dudes in the sofa and the were not necessarily his best friends anymore

"Hey there, ladies man, how's the crazy night?" asked the Micah impostor

"Dude, you wouldn't believe it, but I legit drowned in pussies last night. I joined forces with these Brazilian and Spanish dudes fucking the shit out of 6 fine shits,"

"Whoa, that's nuts,"

"Yeah, I mean.....at one time, the four of us decided to fuck this one crazy chick at once and I stuffed her mouth full while this Frenchman helped with opening her mouth wide to swallow," explained Colin excitedly

"Well, what do you think if that happened to you?" asked George with a sinister undertone, his smirk unseen by Colin as his back faced Colin the whole time

Both Micah and Taylor understood the insinuation as they quickly stood up from their sofa and then grabbed Colin by the arms, much to the buff jock surprises----

Reiner

When Reiner walked into the locker room of the resort gym, he didn't expect to see a rather disturbing sight of stereotypical American bullying. These 3 jocks cornered this swimmer-form dudes and his girlfriend to the wall with their obnoxious act and taunting. Rather than helping the desperate couple, Reiner turned around and instantly left the locker room right when the one wearing his hat backward stared right at him

He then decided to hit the pool instead to get himself some extra tan before the festival started. Reiner still found himself a bit shocked with the information that he received a free stay throughout the festival as a courtesy for being Serene's loyal guest back in French and across Europe. His work as a consultant coupled with his influencer life as he documented his daily lifestyle and vacation enabled him to rack up tremendous point as he consistently stayed at Serene all over Europe, mostly paid by his work. But to think that his loyalty all this time worth as long as a free full month stay, he's beamed with happiness that sadly need to be cut short as someone blocked his sun all in a sudden

"Mind to move away?" asked Reiner in a thick Belgian accent

"Oh hey there, mind to open your mouth?" replied the mysterious guy as Reiner found himself surprised with disbelief as he witnessed the way the eyes of the dude that questioned him went dark----

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End of Pt. 2A

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Skinfit

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

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

Skinfit

My name is Tristan, I study economics in college. My dream since I was a teenager was to be part of a fraternity, to live with other guys, to form lifelong friendships, and even to be popular.

And of course, to see a lot of muscular guys, but those are other details that I discovered later. But my "average" looks and my almost null sports skills, left me completely out of the fraternities. So I could only hope for a shared room.

I was lucky to find Zachary, a very nice guy. I thought having a jock as a roommate would be chaotic, smelly and even dirty, but Zach wasn't like that.

He was pretty organized and clean, sometimes he would come in stinking of sweat and leave his clothes all over the room, but it was only when he came in tired from his workout, took a shower, picked everything up and it was like nothing had happened.

Besides, I don't complain about his scent at all... Intoxicating, penetrating, extremely masculine, and completely out of my league.

He was straight, never brought girls to the house but it was well known around campus how successful he was with girls. He was a good friend, but geez... how many times hadn't I had vivid dreams about him (that would never come true).

- Lately the light has been failing, a false contact in the bathroom light - I whispered as I took a sip from my coffee cup.

- Really? - he asked, wearing his purple compression shirt - I've hardly been home, sorry mate - he gave a sigh, though then seemed to have an idea - I know! You remember I took an electrical course, don't you? I could try to fix it, I don't think it would be that hard would it?

- Dude, really?

- Sure! I must have my tools forgotten somewhere in my room, but anything for you, buddy - he patted me on the back before going to get something from his room.

He returned shortly after. To which we both went into the bathroom.

- Are you sure you know what you're doing?

- Yes, I sometimes skipped classes in the course but I think I know the basics.

He set up a chair so he could repair the ceiling light, removed the bulb and began to move the electrical inlet carefully.

- Don't you want us to call a technician?

- Dude! Trust me, besides, we can save several dollars, trust me, look, I think I found the problem.

He placed the tip of his tool on the metal, moved it a little and at first nothing happened. Until it sparked.

The sound of electricity chilled my skin as Zach let out a choked scream, his body trembled violently without being able to break free. I swallowed nervously. I didn't know what to do, so I did the best thing I could think of: push him.

As soon as I touched it, electricity ran through my nerves as well, it was an intense pain from head to toe, but thanks to the momentum, I ended up knocking it down and cutting off the power.

Everything went dark for a second, and then I lost myself.

Soon after I opened my eyes, I felt my head hurting, my body numb and heavy. Things were blurry all around me, and everything was dark.

- Shit...

I mumbled, touching the floor, getting up with difficulty though staggering in the process. I placed my hands against the tile, feeling a strange force in my hands.

I stood up, moving darkly around the room.

- Zach? Are you...?

Before I finished the sentence, I realized something wasn't right.

My voice felt different, deep, more... masculine? My original voice wasn't high-pitched, but it wasn't this deep, I almost felt it echoed loudly every time I opened my lips.

I touched my throat, feeling a thick adam's apple. What was going on? For a moment I stopped thinking about Zach, staggered out of the room until I advanced to my own, then I saw the reflection.

- What... what the hell?

The reflection that greeted me was Zach's, mimicking my every move. For a moment I felt fear, almost panic, but then I looked at those fat pecs.

They were mine now.

I was full of muscle! I stroked my new muscles, how good my biceps felt wrapped in the tight purple fabric.

I flexed my muscles, widening my arms and enjoying how my pecs felt, even how the reliefs stuck against my T-shirt, making me let out a gasp.

Was Zach so sensitive to such an area?

It was like letting go of my senses all at once, I kneaded and squeezed my pecs hard, letting out a loud gasp. I went crazy for a while, stroking everywhere, every mound of muscle.

I reached down to my pants. Pulling the elastic to observe what was hiding inside.

- Not bad... - I smiled - I can see why you're such a hit with the ladies, dude. Just look at the size of this thing.

I sniffed with some force, which caused a wide, loud gasp that I'm sure was heard throughout the building.

I lifted my armpit to smell it, I loved the scent... And now it was mine! How many times had I dreamed of smelling it, and now it was within my complete reach! I stuck my nose again and again, filling my whole nose with sweat.

I gasped awkwardly, like a teenager with raging hormones.

I stopped touching myself for a moment to run out to Zach's room, I loved feeling my strong legs, how each footstep echoed with weight and force across the floor.

I opened the closet to start pulling out different clothes. Although there was a larger amount of t-shirts, lycra and other sportswear, so I decided to take off what was intruding between my eager hands and my dreamy body.

I weighed my fat pectorals, changed my shirt and put on a white one that was even tighter, and flexed my arms.

It was like feeling in the glory...

It had been at least five months after the change. And I couldn't be happier about it.

At first Zach, or now I should say Tristan, had a hard time getting used to the change, always complaining that he didn't want to be in that body, that he wanted to change back.

He tried again and again to recreate the accident to return us to our original bodies. But I wasn't at all interested in going back to who I was before.

I loved the way I looked now. How others were interested in me, the fact that getting anywhere, got everyone's attention. How good my body looked in tight sportswear.

And best of all: How I attracted the attention of the fraternities.

I don't understand why Zachary didn't join any of them as soon as he entered college, he was the perfect himbo to be a brother! Within mere weeks in his body, I ended up joining one of the most important and exclusive fraternities on campus.

And I loved it.

Almost every weekend there were parties, sweaty smells, and guys walking shirtless through the halls every day. It was like heaven. And best of all, no one knew that the new Zach was actually me.

Everyone was surprised for a while at how self-centered I turn out to be, how obsessed I was with my scent, or even the change from straight to gay.

Because what I loved most about this body was how guys drooled over me, I could have anyone in the palm of my hand even.

Barely five months in and I had already been with almost every guy in the frat (some "curious", some with their sexuality under wraps and some who just wanted to have a good time), I was living what as Tristan wouldn't have happened even on my best day.

Now it was Zach, full of muscles, tight clothes that left nothing to the imagination and with such an intoxicating aroma...

Anyway. I'd have a costume party in less than an hour, the good thing about being Zach now was that whatever I wore, it would look good on me.

And I could let my nerdy tastes out. All in all, I looked hot.

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Evan adjusted his tie in the mirror, feeling the slight tremor of nerves in his fingertips.

Tonight marked one year with Daniel, a year filled with laughter, support, and a love stronger than he had ever imagined possible. He still marveled at how fate had brought them together in the most unexpected of circumstances.

Evan, a successful businessman, had moved to the city to escape a harrowing past. His ex-boyfriend, Liam, had become increasingly aggressive and abusive, culminating in a terrifying night when Liam broke into Evan's apartment, demanding they leave together. The ordeal had ended with Liam's arrest and a restraining order. Seeking a fresh start, Evan changed his name and moved, hoping to leave the fear and chaos behind.

It was a few months later when he met Daniel. Tall, with an athletic build and a smile that made Evan's heart race, Daniel was everything he had never thought he needed.

Daniel was a police officer, dedicated to his job and fiercely protective of those he loved. They had met when Daniel was off duty, at a charity event organized by Evan's company. A spilled drink, an apology, and a shared laugh had turned into a first date, and now, one year later, Evan could hardly believe how much his life had changed for the better.

The doorbell rang, pulling Evan from his thoughts. He hurried to answer, opening the door to find Daniel standing there, looking effortlessly handsome in his uniform.

Daniel's eyes lit up when he saw Evan.

"Happy anniversary, babe," Daniel said, stepping inside and pulling Evan into a warm embrace.

"Happy anniversary," Evan replied, his voice muffled against Daniel's shoulder. He felt the familiar surge of comfort and safety that Daniel always brought with him.

They had planned a quiet evening at Evan's apartment, a place that had become their shared sanctuary. Daniel had insisted on bringing dinner, and Evan could smell the delicious aroma of Italian food as Daniel set down the takeout bags on the kitchen counter.

"How was work?" Evan asked, leaning against the counter and watching Daniel unpack the food.

"Busy, but nothing too crazy," Daniel replied with a grin. "Just the usual stuff. I'm all yours now."

Evan's heart swelled with affection. He knew Daniel's job was demanding and often stressful, but Daniel always made time for him, never letting work get in the way of their relationship.

They settled on the couch, plates balanced on their knees as they shared stories about their day. Evan couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude for the peaceful normalcy they had built together. It was a stark contrast to the chaos and fear he had known before, a testament to the healing power of love and stability.

After dinner, Daniel surprised Evan with a small, wrapped box. Evan's eyes widened as he opened it to reveal a delicate silver bracelet, engraved with their initials and the date they had first met.

"It's beautiful," Evan whispered, touched by the thoughtful gift. "Thank you, Daniel."

Daniel took Evan's hand, his expression serious. "Evan, I know this past year hasn't always been easy. You've been through so much, and yet you've opened your heart to me. I promise I'll always be here for you, to protect you and to love you. You're my everything."

Tears welled in Evan's eyes as he leaned in to kiss Daniel, pouring all his gratitude and love into that one tender moment. "I love you, Daniel. You've given me a life I never thought I'd have. Thank you for being my rock."

They spent the rest of the evening wrapped in each other's arms, until Evan's eyes widened with shock as a sharp pain suddenly stabbed through his abdomen. He dropped the bracelet, clutching his stomach as he doubled over, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Evan? What's wrong?" Daniel's voice was filled with concern as he rushed to Evan's side, his strong hands steadying him. But Evan couldn't respond; the pain was too intense, and his vision started to blur.

"Hang on, I'm going to get you to the bedroom," Daniel said, his voice calm but urgent. He scooped Evan into his arms with ease, heading down the hallway.

Just as they reached the bedroom door, a figure emerged from the shadows, and before Daniel could react, a heavy metal pole came crashing down on his head. The impact was swift and brutal, and Daniel crumpled to the floor, unconscious.

Evan, barely holding on to consciousness, looked up through a haze of pain to see the one face he had hoped to never see again. Liam stood over them, a malicious sneer twisting his features.

"Well, well, well," Liam drawled, tossing the pole aside with a clatter. "Is this what you replaced me with, Evan? Some pathetic cop?"

Evan's mind raced, panic flooding his system despite the pain. How had Liam found him? He had taken every precaution, every measure to stay hidden. Yet here he was, the nightmare of his past come to life once more.

Liam crouched down next to Daniel's unconscious body, roughly lifting his upper torso and invading his mouth with a forceful, possessive kiss. "Look at him," Liam sneered, breaking away and letting Daniel's head drop back to the floor with a thud. "This is who you thought could protect you?"

Then, with a sickening sense of delight, Liam pushed his hand inside Daniel's pants, groping his unconscious body. "Look at you, helpless," he whispered, his breath hot and rancid against Daniel's neck. "Do you really think this man can protect you, Evan?" His words sounding like a threat.

Evan's stomach churned, and not just from the pain. Seeing Daniel violated in such a way, even unconscious, filled him with a desperate fury. He tried to move, to do something, but his body wouldn't respond.

Liam's eyes gleamed with a twisted satisfaction as he began to strip Daniel of his uniform, piece by piece. His sneer faltered slightly as he revealed Daniel's naked, athletic, muscular body, his eyes widening with a mix of surprise and jealousy. "Well, isn't this a surprise," Liam muttered, his voice tinged with begrudging admiration. "Guess the cop isn't so pathetic after all."

"Please, Liam," Evan managed to gasp out. "Just let us go. We can talk about this."

Liam's voice raised painfully, his eyes flashing with anger. "Talk? You want to talk now? After everything you put me through?" He laughed bitterly. "No, Evan. I'm done talking."

Liam then proceeded to strip himself, his movements deliberate and menacing. Piece by piece, he removed his clothing, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he watched Evan's pained expression. When he was finally naked, he positioned himself over Daniel, who lay completely exposed and vulnerable on the floor.

Evan's vision began to darken further, the pain and fear overwhelming him. He had to stay awake, had to fight for both their lives. But as Liam's voice faded into the background, Evan's world went black, the last thing he saw being Liam sitting down onto the fully stripped Daniel.

Evan's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself strapped onto a gurney in front of their house. The cool night air brushed against his skin, and he shivered slightly. The flashing lights of police cars and ambulances cast an eerie glow over the scene.

"Evan," a familiar voice called out, filled with a mix of relief and determination. He turned his head as much as he could and saw Daniel standing beside him, his police uniform back in place. A few scratches marred Daniel's face, a silent testament to the possible struggle that had ensued after Evan had fallen unconscious.

"Daniel," Evan croaked, his voice hoarse and weak.

Daniel's eyes softened, and he reached out to gently touch Evan's hand. "You're safe now, Evan. It's over. No maniac like Liam could ever bring us apart."

Evan felt a wave of relief wash over him. Despite the lingering fear and the pain, Daniel's presence and his words filled him with a sense of security. He squeezed Daniel's hand as tightly as he could, drawing strength from the contact.

Just then, two police officers emerged from the house, dragging a visibly dazed Liam between them. His clothes were disheveled, and his eyes darted around wildly.

As they approached the police car, Liam started shouting, his voice frantic and desperate.

"No, you don't understand!" Liam cried out. "I'm Daniel! He stole my body! That maniac stole my body! I'm Daniel, not him!"

One of the officers shook his head, his expression a mix of irritation and pity. "Yeah, sure you are," he muttered. "Another crazy story from a madman."

Liam struggled against their grip, his pleas growing more incoherent and desperate.

"You have to believe me! Please, I'm telling the truth!"

The officers ignored his protests, preparing to push him into the back of the police car. As they moved closer, Daniel's lips curled into an evil smile, a stark contrast to the tender expression he had shown Evan just moments ago. His eyes locked onto Liam's, and a silent message passed between them—a promise of vengeance and torment.

Meanwhile, Liam continued to plead desperately at Evan, his voice filled with desperation and urgency. "You have to realize, Evan! It's me, Daniel! Liam somehow swapped our bodies! You have to believe me!"

But Evan's mind was clouded with confusion and exhaustion, unable to comprehend the gravity of Liam's words.

The officers continued to ignore his protests, pushing him into the back of the police car and slamming the door shut. The muffled sound of Liam's continued shouting faded as the car drove away, leaving Evan and Daniel in the relative quiet of the aftermath.

Daniel leaned closer to Evan, his expression softening even more. "It's really over now, Evan. Liam's gone, and he won't hurt us anymore."

Evan nodded, tears of relief welling in his eyes. "I was so scared, Daniel."

"I know," Daniel whispered, brushing a tear from Evan's cheek. "But we made it through. Together."

"Daniel," Evan murmured, relief flooding through him at the familiar embrace. He buried his face in Daniel's chest, seeking solace in the warmth of his embrace.

But as Evan nestled closer, he failed to notice the subtle shift in Daniel's demeanor.

Hidden from view, Daniel's face twisted into an evil grin, a chilling contrast to the tender moment they shared. In that moment, Daniel's eyes gleamed with a sinister satisfaction, knowing that the real Daniel, now trapped in Liam's body, wouldn't be able to bother them again. With Evan safely in his arms, Liam's plan of becoming Daniel to be with Evan forever had worked. He relished in the feeling of his new, more muscular body, the uniform hugging it snugly, and having Evan all for himself.