Perhaps You Took Control Too Soon. Maybe There Was A Process That Wasn't Done Yet. I Get The Eagerness

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.

TOUGH DUDES

A Christmas Transformation

Steven couldn't believe he had let holiday gregariousness push him into attending a random Christmas party. He stuck out like a sore thumb, the only fully clothed, skinny twink in the place. Fortunately, all the barely clothed muscleheads were more than friendly, quickly melting away his unease. After a few sips of liquid courage, he got comfortable enough to remove his jacket and head to the dance floor. Surprisingly, he enjoyed himself, especially when his favorite Christmas pop song started playing. He couldn't help but close his eyes and sing along, catching the attention of a peculiar celebrant.

At the bar, enjoying his drink, was a malicious stud who couldn't take his devious eyes off Steven. He'd been waiting for the perfect victim, and Steven fit the bill. His evil grin beamed from ear to ear, knowing precisely what he'd do to the unsuspecting twink. Not wasting time, he grabbed one of the many Santa hats lying about and waved his magical hand over it, hexing it. He slithered his way over to Steven and quickly placed the Santa hat on the twink's cute little head, surprising him. Fastly after, he disappeared into the crowd.

Steven went from being taken aback to feeling incredibly lightheaded in a flash. He tried to remove the hat, but it wouldn't budge. He staggered to a wall, trying to catch his footing, confused as all hell. He woozily traced his way into the restroom, successfully avoiding the attention of the other partygoers. He was burning up; his face felt like it was on fire. Panicked, he rushed to a sink and splashed cold water on his face, but it didn't help. As he looked up into the mirror, utter shock hit him like a ton of bricks, discovering he now had a fully grown beard.

"What the fu-" Steven couldn't get the rest out, startled by his voice unexpectedly sounding incredibly deep. Suddenly, his crotch felt uncomfortably tight. He rushed to a urinal and whipped out his cock, expecting to piss up a storm, but nothing came. Instead, he only needed to give his new 10-inch meat rod some air. His confusion turned to odd titillation, mesmerized by his new hefty low-hangers. "What the fuck is happening to me?" Next, his arms, chest, and stomach felt on fire. He quickly removed his shirt, feeling it suddenly restrict him. He gazed back at his reflection, shocked as before. He had ripped bulging biceps. His once small and hairless chest was now plump and covered in manly hair. His flat, smooth tummy was a thing of the past. Now, he had hairy, shredded abs. He flexed his arms and gasped at how thick his armpit hair was now, unintentionally arousing himself with the sight of his sweaty, hairy pits. It didn't make sense, but he strangely wanted more despite being as scared and confused as he was.

Steven then felt his ass tighten up, the sound of his pants and underwear ripping arousing him further. He quickly took them off and arched his bare ass toward the mirror. His smooth, flat, twink ass was now a hairy, juicy, dumb truck, perfect for stuffing your hungry face into. "Oh my god!" Next, his feet and neck extended and thickened, making him look even more manly. Enthralled with his transformation, he gave his newly masculinized pits a deep sniff, taking in the manly musk. He was quickly overtaken with intense thrill, realizing he could now attract the most masculine of the masc-for-masc gays. 

However, when Steven tried to fantasize about hot guys, his mind came up empty. Instead, his new mind wanted tits and pussy. Excitement quickly turned to panic, realizing his new manly body had a price: becoming straight. He tried to fight it, but his body took over, making him beat off. His mind quickly flooded with fantasies of himself titty fucking women and creampieing their pussies, terrifying him. His resistance began to yield, envisioning women's bellies swollen with his babies. His balls were as full as could be, ready to explode. With a moan of agony, he succumbed. "OH FUCK!!!" He fired off, coating the bathroom mirror, counter, sink, and floor in not just thick, sticky cum but his homosexuality. His fate was then sealed, his transformation now permanent.

Steven was a little ashamed for giving in but mainly captivated by the possibilities of his new life. He was now straight, a breeder. He now had access to normalcy, which quickly diminished all sense of guilt. 

With Steven's clothes now a ripped-up mess, he had no choice but to wear the only thing he could find: a tight red Speedo. Luckily, he now had the body and self-esteem for something so revealing. He decided to keep the Santa hat on and add some bicep bands and suspenders, wanting to torment the gays on his way out.

He got the biggest thrill, flexing and gloating as he left to find some Christmas pussy. "Sorry, boys! Ladies only!"

The mysterious hunk who hexed Steven just a few moments ago watched from afar, proud of his latest conversion. He couldn't wait to see who he'd transform next. After all, the party was still early.

A Stolen Singlet

You had never done anything like this before! You had always dreamed of this, but never had the courage to go through with it. This was exciting! You told everyone in the robotics lab that you needed to head home early to get ahead on your AP Calculus homework. That was a lie. You grabbed your backpack and began heading in the general direction of the exit, but you had no intention of leaving. Instead, you turned down the adjacent hallway and headed straight for the locker room. The wrestling team had just finished practice and had headed out for the day. You knew that they were gone because their deep voices resonated through the hall as they walked past the lab just a few minutes prior.

Once you reached the locker room, you breathed in the humid air: it was a mix of steam from the showers and musk. You scanned through the cubbies and found what you were hoping to find: one of the wrestlers had left their singlet.

Those dumb oafs always forgot their bags and stuff in class, so you had figured that maybe they would forget something else in the locker room, and wow you were excited at the gift they left behind for you. Picking the white fabric up, your hand instantly became damp. Damn, whoever just wore this really worked up a sweat. Lifting it to your nose, you took a deep inhale. The stench of body odor and sweat filled your senses. It was intoxicating. Your measly member began twitching at the pure manliness that was engulfing you. You contentedly unzipped your bag and placed the smelly singlet inside.

Your walk home felt like forever, but in reality was short, as you were almost running because you were so impatient for what came next. Entering your home, you beelined for your bedroom. Closing the door behind you and locking it, you ripped the still-damp singlet out of your backpack. Lifting it once again to your nose, the sweet stench was pure ecstasy. Your dick began to swell again, but instead of fighting it, you began to rub it. God, it smelled so good.

You couldn't wait to try it on.

Wild with lust, you dropped the singlet to your feet and began unclothing, nearly tripping over yourself as you lifted your hairless chicken legs through the pant legs. In an orgasmic frenzy, you ripped your shirt off, exposing your pasty, gangly torso. Finally, you reached your underpants, throwing them aside and letting your painfully erect cock bob in the open air. Lifting your legs and placing them through the singlet, you began to place the fabric over your body. It was massive. You could fit both of your legs through one pant hole, and the shoulder straps didn't hold it up, as your thin back wasn't wide enough to catch them. It didn't matter. It smelled so good. You reached around the front and found your dick and began stroking it.

The sweat imbued in the singlet began to change you. Your dick, as you rubbed, it began to thicken, growing girthier and longer, dark hair swirling over top. Your small hand stroking your new massive dick began to thicken and stretch. Each finger cracking and popping and becoming stout sausages on your hands. Your forearms tensed as they grew thick and veiny. Your biceps were pumped with both fat and muscle, growing strong and forcing your shoulders apart to accommodate the extra mass. Your armpits became forests of hair, producing the same sweet stench and sweat in the singlet that intoxicated you. Your back cracked and widened allowing the shoulder straps to hold firmly. Massive pecs pushed their way from your chest, becoming enormous mounds and forming a crevice, straining the front of the singlet, as your nipples hardened and became even more sensitive, the contact with the singlet driving your lust further. Your stomach tightened with washboard abs, only to soften as you filled out the singlet. Still jerking off through the singlet, you felt your thighs explode with muscle, squeezing your dick, and sending you further into your frenzy. Your ass swelled into two globes, the same dark hair swirling its way from your dick and covering your massive ass in hair. Your calves grew as your pace quickened. Your feet grew to size 15s. Each toe cracked and popped as your feet splayed across the floor to support your massive frame. Your feet reeked! Of course, they did, you just got back from practice.

Oh god… you were so close…

With a deep bellow, you came into your singlet. Bringing your hand to the wet spot at the front, you scooped a bit of the salty liquid and brought it to your mouth. Sucking on your finger, you moaned at the taste of your own sweat, funk, and spunk. No wonder why all of those freshmen on the team loved the taste of you. They couldn't get enough of you! You had even caught one of them taking a whiff of your singlet after you got out of the shower after practice today. That didn't bother you, though. He wasn't as big as you, but he was still muscled, hot, and his ass was just right. The glint in his eyes as you dropped the towel told you everything you needed to know. You couldn't wait for tomorrow's practice. Let's just say, it's good to be captain of the wrestling team.