Andy Tadzio

Andy Tadzio 🇩🇪

Perhaps you took control too soon. Maybe there was a process that wasn't done yet. I get the eagerness to become someone like him, but it could've gone terribly wrong. Watch out.

A Body A Day

#21: electricity

A recent bodysuit conversion retained a little bit more of its previous occupant than I planned for.

I’ve watched this gorgeous piece of man meat on his morning runs, since he moved in a few months ago. The more I watched him the more I want to be mine. An extremely fit half naked Latino tattooed skin just running around, just seemed too good to be true.

He got his bodysuit injection when he stopped to check his phone at the entrance to my alleyway. All appeared to be going to plan. He slumped to the ground as a vacant expression washed across his face, and his back began to open up. I couldn’t wait to put him on.

As soon as I got his legs on, I admired his tone physique below the waist. But with hindsight, I realize something was a little off. By the time I was completely sealed into my new bodysuit, I felt the sensation of electricity rushed through my head. I have never experienced anything like this with a bodysuit. All of a sudden I was no longer in complete control. What was left of his consciousness was fighting me every step. It was almost as if his spirit was possessing me while I was wearing his skin. Somehow he took back over… and continued on his run, keeping me his flesh hostage.

If I ever get this bodysuit off again, I will just mount him. I don’t wanna risk this loss of control ever again.

Dumbing Down

Carter was the smartest guy on campus. He excelled in all of his classes and maintained straight A's. It seemed like he was set to graduate top of our class, and now he was starting to get into weightlifting as well. Initially, he noticed his gains were huge, and people became incredibly envious, wondering how he could balance school and lifting. His bros cheered him on as he got bigger and bigger, and he continued to strive to grow. Little did he know, his exponential muscular growth came at the cost of his brainpower. With every rep and every set, Kyle's intelligence began to diminish.

At first, he found himself getting behind in class but simply thought it was the material getting harder. With his muscles growing larger by the day, he found himself lagging in class more and more. Back at the gym, Carter continued working out, slightly suspicious of his declining mental prowess. In the locker room, a small debate would start around which was better among brains and brawn. Carter would try to argue for both, thinking that it was the most logical answer. The response to his argument was resounding, and would stick with him:

“Who needs brains anyways?”

With his muscles continuing to grow, it would become a chore for him to think. Soon, he had to get others to do his homework for him. It was here that he noticed something interesting; nerds will do your work if you're huge enough.

The pursuit of gains replaced the pursuit of knowledge, and as Carter's muscles grew, so did his insatiable appetite. He found himself constantly in a state of horniness, his thoughts consumed by sexual fantasies. Everyone on campus became a new conquest, and he would rampage around campus, his dick taking over his thoughts. People threw themselves on Carter, and he basked in the sexual attention, each load dumbing him down further. It was better for him not to think, for there would be legions of people willing to do the thinking for him. He was the alpha, and that's all he needed to be.

Carter was now unrecognizable. He had completely ditched classes, making his nerd/cumslut do all the work for him. Months of working out would cause him to become the biggest guy on campus, and people lined up for a chance to be fucked by him. He could now only think of sex; he had become a being of pure pleasure. All that Carter needed, his muscles and dick would provide. There was no more need for brains, and he reveled in the joys that not thinking brought him. His new life had begun, and he was ready to embrace it with open arms.

Obnoxious

There are always those annoying people at the gym. You know it, I know it... we all know it. But the worst is when they feel super confident. The guys at my gym get loud, obnoxious and belligerent. No one tells them that though! But today... I had enough.

I went up to the group of them, five in total, and told them to knock it the hell off, everyone here is trying to have a good time! They just laughed at me and smiled. "Bro no one gives a shit except you." One said.

"Yeah, c'mon... we're just having fun. You would to if you joined us." They all kinda laughed at that. But one had a smug smile.

"You know... he does kinda look like he could, maybe just for the day?"

Another nodded, "Yeah, kinda right there, Ethan."

One more added, "Yeah, dude, he's got the muscle." Suddenly I could feel my chest hurt... my shirt felt like it was ripping... it slowly came apart with a loud tear as they complimented me. "Damn! How much do you lift... uh..."

I tried to say my name, "My man looks like a Jeremy." Ethan smirked at the other and patted my back. "I mean look at his face!" My jaw felt numb as it thickened out...

"Oh yeah I see what'cha mean there! His hair too, so fluffy... you got a girlfriend? Bet she loves that." They nodded as the group continued to circle me. They were being so loud but I couldn't help but laugh too.

People were staring at us but... I felt like I stopped caring... my mind... it felt a little... like it was... I felt hard to explain it and junk! "Well funny you say that man! My uh... name is actually Jeremy." Wait... I didn't mean to say that. I was trying to say my name, Jeremy. Getting harder to think...

"Eh we've wasted enough time, Wanna spot me, Sam?" I felt like an urge bubbling up. "Remember guys, lifting then cardio for Harry, me and Klein. You and Sam can go do some cardio first, Ethan." One of them said. I saw them walked up and called out.

"Hey bros, mind if I join you. Kinda weird havin that gap right?" I smiled and walked up beside Ethan and Sam. They seemed like some chill bros.

Sam smirked, "Hell yeah bro, only if you got me for lat raising!" He laughed and I nodded.

"Dude that is so easy, and look at you. Man I'm just gonna do those with you guys!" Ethan said loud and jokingly... this was... gonna be a fun time. Man. Glad I switched gyms.

Bad Boys Get More

I had been working my office job for years now, at least 3. I talked my way up and had been happily ready to be promoted. But last time someone got it over me, no big deal. I wasn't concerned. I mean he was here longer than even I was! So of course he did! And then this month I had applied and interviewed again for a manager spot. Even higher than I got before. Unfortunately... I had been passed up again.

This time was different though. This time was much much worse. It was some guy with tats all over his body. That wasn't the only problem either. Devin, the new "manager" and guy in question, just didn't show up to work some days. So I decided enough was enough and I tried to confront my boss about it. It was his decision ultimately.

"Hey." I said a bit annoyed, but trying to conceal it. "Mind if I have a piece of your time, Henry."

My boss looked at me, he was also a bit younger... not as young as me but not old old? Probably just about 40. "Yeah sure, what's it about." He said a bit plainly as he walked back into his office, me following.

"It's about Devin." He nodded, knowing what I was going to say. "Why was he chosen over me? I mean... he has such shit attendance! He barely even did his job!"

By now Henry was a bit upset, I had been talking about this for the past week to other co-workers and he had overheard it. This was his decision and now he'd let me know why. "You wanna know why Devin got the job instead of you? One simple reason. He's chill."

"What?"

He continued as if I hadn't said a word. "Devin's a cool guy, he's been here a little less than you, sure, but he won't complain when someone else gets the job instead of him." He looked at me and nodded, as if knowing something.

"But he hardly looks professional!" I blurted out.

"Neither do you, Colt." Colt? Who's Colt? "But don't worry, we don't discriminate here against what's on someone's body. Which by the way, what are all of yours about?" He pointed to my arm... what was happening to it?! Black writing was going down it and ink filled it up. Making images, Henry came over and looked at my arm.

"Oh that? That's a meaning between someone and... wait... no..." I tried to resist.

"No need... dang, what gym do you go to? I would ask the next question on our interview but you've worked here for a while and I do know you can lift more than 50 pounds now." I looked at my bulking up physique. I tried to stop it but it just looked like I was flexing more. I held back a chuckle.

"Well... I think the interview might be done. You have the job, unless you have questions for me."

"I-I... What did you do to me?!" I stood up and looked at my body. My clothes clung to every bit of me, an outline in my pants and pecs obvious.

"Why Colt, I just made you able to get the job you wanted. Trust me. We were going to give it to you anyways but with how you were acting? Devin put in a good word at least. Said all you needed to do was be more like him. So... there ya go." He stood up and shook my hand.

"You'll get used to your new life during your shift with Dev tonight, shouldn't take long. Tons of changes... hopefully you find them all for the better." Henry smirked as he walked out. Devin came into the room.

"Glad to see you finally got 'your' Position dude. We're gonna have fun tonight..."