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The djiin purpose

Charlie had always been fascinated by nature, and he had always dreamed of visiting the national parks in Iran. So, when he had a few days off from work, he decided to take a trip to one of the most beautiful parks in the country, the Kavir National Park.

As he arrived at the park, he was immediately struck by the beauty of the landscape. The park was located in a vast desert region, and the sand dunes seemed to stretch on forever. The sun was beating down on him, and he could feel the heat radiating off the sand.

As Charlie was walking through the desert landscape of the Kavir National Park, he suddenly noticed a venomous snake slithering towards him. He froze in fear, knowing that this was not something to take lightly. The snake had a triangular-shaped head and its body was covered in a pattern of brown and black scales. Charlie knew that he needed to act quickly to avoid being bitten.

Charlie was stunned as he watched the venomous snake transform into a man right before his eyes. He quickly realized that he was face to face with a Djinn, an evil spirit from Middle Eastern folklore. The Djinn had a dark and menacing aura around him, and Charlie felt a shiver run down his spine.

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The Djinn spoke in a low, ominous voice, “What brings you to my domain, mortal?” Charlie knew that he had to tread carefully around the Djinn. He responded, “I came here to explore the beauty of this national park, I meant no harm to you.”

Charlie knew that he needed to be careful with the Djinn, but the temptation of making a wish was too strong. He asked the Djinn if he could make a wish, but the Djinn’s response was unexpected. “It is not my purpose to grant wishes, mortal. I am not a genie, and I do not serve at your command,” the Djinn said, with a tone of warning.

Charlie was taken aback by the Djinn’s response. He had never heard of a Djinn with a specific purpose like this. The Djinn continued, “My purpose is to ensure that Islam remains the most powerful religion in the world. I have been tasked with this responsibility by the great king of the Djinn, and I will not allow anything to threaten the supremacy of my faith.”

Charlie was surprised by the Djinn’s words. He had never thought about converting to Islam, and he didn’t know how to respond to the Djinn’s prophecy. “I’m not sure what you mean,” Charlie said, trying to sound as diplomatic as possible.

The Djinn replied, “You will soon see the beauty and power of Islam, and you will become a proud servant of Allah”.

Charlie felt a sudden rush of energy as the Djinn’s hand touched his head. He tried to resist, but the Djinn’s grip was too strong. Suddenly, Charlie found himself on his knees, unable to move as the Djinn began to recite a prayer in Arabic.

Charlie felt a strange sensation all over his body as the Djinn continued to recite the prayer. He felt his skin start to darken and his facial features shift, until he looked more like an Arab man than his original appearance. His lips get fuller, his eyes darker and his hair turn black and thicker. And a small dark beard growing. His clothes changed too, and he found himself wearing traditional green djellaba. and his mind became filled with knowledge of Islam and the Quran. He began to speak Arabic fluently, and his native language was forgotten.

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Charlie was stunned as he looked down at his transformed body, and he realized that he was now a part of the Muslim community. He couldn’t believe what had just happened to him, but he felt a sense of peace and belonging that he had never experienced before. He knew that his life had changed forever, and he had a new purpose in life.

Suddenly, the Djinn stopped reciting the prayer and removed his hand from Charlie’s head. The transformation was complete, and Charlie found himself looking completely different than he had just a few moments ago. He felt confused and disoriented, unsure of what to do next.

Charlie looked at his transformed body in wonder, touching his face, his beard, and his djellaba, still processing the sudden change that had just occurred. The Djinn looked at him with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. 

“You have done well, my child,” he said. “But you must understand that your old name, Charlie, is not suitable for a good Muslim like yourself. I will give you a new name, one that is befitting of your new purpose.“

The Djinn closed his eyes and muttered a few words under his breath. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the desert, and Charlie felt a sense of power and strength fill him. The Djinn opened his eyes and spoke, "Your new name shall be Abdullah, which means ‘servant of Allah’. May this name bring you good fortune and lead you on the path of righteousness.”

Abdullah was amazed by the Djinn’s choice of name. He felt a sense of belonging and purpose that he had never experienced before. He was no longer confused or disoriented, but instead felt a sense of clarity and conviction. He knew that he had been chosen for a purpose, and he was ready to embrace it.

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Transformation Drink

“This Not Me”

I woke up to the sound of clanging weights and an unfamiliar, strong scent of sweat. Confused, I opened my eyes to a bustling gym instead of my usual bedroom. My reflection in a nearby mirror showed a handsome muscular Asian man – a stark contrast to my skinny, white self. My eyes were immediately drawn to the well-defined muscles. The chest was broad and with bulging pectorials. "What the...? This not me," I muttered, staring at the stranger in the mirror. My name was Mervin, a geeky guy who loved computers, but now, I was somehow this man named Hao Zheng.

I attempted to articulate my thoughts, but I quickly noticed a struggle with language. "Why talking so haawd? Eng... Eng-rish words not come out light." I muttered, feeling not just a struggle with language but a slowness with my thoughts. Simple sentences felt like puzzles I had to piece together. "My voice... sound so low. Deep, with accent. Bù kě sī yì!" Ideas and concepts that I would normally process in English were now forming in Chinese, making me feel even more disconnected from myself.

As I tried moving around with my new heft, I felt an uncomfortable body odor emanating from me. The scent was overpowering, and pungent. My mind was clouded, and I found it hard to focus on anything other than lifting weights. "Lift more, tink less," I heard myself saying. “No pain, no gain. Duì ma?” I find myself fist bumping some Hispanic bodybuilders who I could only assume were gymmates.

Exhausted from the workout, I trailed behind my gymmates. "We go work now, lift real stuff," one of them said with a Puerto Rican accent, slapping me on the back. I nodded, trying to fit in, but inside, I was screaming. I discovered Hao Zheng was a construction worker, a life different from my own. Looking down, I saw hands that were rough and calloused, bearing the marks of hard work.

The sun beat down on us, and I felt sweat mix with the dirt on my skin. "You carry this," a coworker said, handing me a heavy load. The words were simple, but my mind struggled to grasp them. "Yes, I carry," I replied, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears. "Why so slow today, Hao?" a colleague asked. "Not feel good," I mumbled, unable to explain the inner struggle inside me.

Exhausted from the day's labor, I trudged back to what was now my home – a small, dingy studio that reeked of neglect. The odor hit me the moment I stepped in, a mix of stale food and unwashed clothes. The thought of showering in the cramped, unkempt bathroom was too much to bear. So, I simply let my clothes fall to the floor, leaving my dirty work clothes in a pile on the floor.

As I stood in front of the mirror, I hardly recognized the person staring back at me. The muscular physique, the broad shoulders, and the rough, calloused hands were still a wonder to me. For a moment, a sense of pride swelled within me as I marveled at the muscular physique. "This... strong body,"

Touching my face, I felt the rough texture of the skin, so different from my own. My reflection showed a face hardened by sun and labor, with a stern expression that seemed perpetually etched into it. I took a closer look at the scars and marks that adorned this body, each a testament to a life of hard physical work. "Maybe Hao Zheng not so bad," I whispered.

Not caring about the dirt and sweat that clung to my skin, I lay down on the small, uncomfortable bed with the smell of the day's toil surrounding me. I felt disgust, not just at the odor, but at the entire situation. "Wǒ shì shéi? How this happen?" I thought, my mind still reeling in confusion. The bed, with its lumpy mattress and musty sheets, slick against my skin. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the unfamiliarity of my surroundings.

Despite the smell and the discomfort, exhaustion quickly took over. As I drifted off to sleep, I clung to the hope that this was all just a bad dream. "我是谁？是Hao Zheng 还是Mervin？(Who am I? Hao Zheng or Mervin?) Please, let me wake up as myself," I whispered into the darkness.

The Great Shift - College Bully

As promised, here is the 1,500 Follower story based on the suggestion from  @musclegrowthexpert​. I might do another one of these at the next 500 followers milestone, so look out for that!

I hope you all like the story!

CAIN

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No, no, no! There’s no way! This can’t be happening!

I was in a panic. I was certain Justin was going to beat me up as soon as he found me… Pretty much like he always does. God, what a dang prick, always picking on little guys like me, treating us like dirt just because we can’t get all massive like him! It’s not fair!

So for years I’d dreamed and wished I could be bigger. I was just your typical short and skinny little Asian nerd. I could run like the wind, from years of running away from bullies, but other than that, I didn’t really have anything going for me athletically. All through grade school and high school, and now even in college, I had nothing but these meathead jocks treating me and other nerds on campus like trash.

And as messed up as it sounded, I couldn’t help but go to my dorm ever night, and jerk my tool until I blew a load into some tissue just thinking about how awesome it would be to be huge like those guys, to no longer have to worry about them pushing me around anymore, and maybe even earn their respect… Or maybe even their affection?

But when I found myself in the campus gym locker room suddenly that afternoon, completely disoriented and bewildered at how I went from the chemistry lab to the locker room a half a mile away in the blink of an eye. At first, I didn’t even have a clue anything had changed, until I realized I was standing shirtless in some tight trendy underwear and apparently in the process of pulling some designer jeans up my thick muscular legs with veins clearly bulging out. That was my first clue something wasn’t right. Second clue was my different skin tone, slightly more pale, and unmistakably White. But as I ventured to look upon my chest, all massive with muscles I never dreamed I could achieve, I saw the tattoo along the right side of my torso…

“Oh man…” I said, under my breath, as I knew then that I was somehow in Justin Monroe’s body now. I knew, just knew, somehow he would blame me for this, even though I had absolutely nothing to do with this outcome. Yeah, I often jerked my rod thinking about him, wishing I had his body, thinking about his heavy stench and body odor every time he held me down to pummel me for not getting out of his way fast enough. OK, I’ll admit it, it’s pretty screwed up to have fantasies about your bully like that, but I don’t know what it was about him, it was like the more he abused me the more it turned me on… Heck, I couldn’t even shoot a load anymore without picturing him torturing me in some way. Yeah, like I said, it’s pretty messed up.

And now, here I was, in his actual body, apparently right after a workout because I could definitely smell the musk from his pits and feel the sweat drenching his body and underwear. Oh shit, I’m already getting hard just thinking about Justin again… I mean, thinking about me? Damn, this is kinda messed up. I reached into the underwear and adjusted my cock… Huh, that feels kinda fuckin nice man, and he was uncut too, that’s pretty fucking sweet, don’t hardly see uncut White dudes around here. Fuck it, what if I just jack off my huge fucking dick right here in the middle of the locker room, who’s gonna fuckin stop me?

…Wait… No, I can’t do that… Oh no, I can feel like something’s going on with me, going on with my head! I gotta fight this shit… I mean, I need to resist this stuff; I need to hold on to my intelligence and not give in. I need to keep it together so that I can stand up to Justin when he inevitably comes around to fight me.

… Nah, fuck that shit… I’m the big dog now, right? I mean, look at this bod, these fucking huge arms and tree trunk legs.

“Fuck yeah!” I growl to my reflection in the mirror as I flex for myself, my dick hard as fuck now straining against these orange CKs I got on. “I’m the mother fucking shit!” I tell myself with a sneer.

I drop my tight ass undies to get a good look at my new fuck stick, it kinda bobs there all hard and shit, sticking straight out and even leaking a little. I reach down and stroke it, right there, cuz fuck it, why the fuck not? Hell, watching a hot ass motherfucker like me jerk his huge fucking cock is a mother fucking privilege!

Fuck, and let’s be honest, I even got a bigger fuckin dick than that little boy does now. He comes round here, and I’ll fucking put him in his mother fucking place, that’s for damned sure! Actually, why the fuck was I so scared of him in the first place. I AM mother fucking Justin Monroe now, and he’s just skinny nerdy little Joey Chen – and he’s about to learn his new role around here.

Yeah, I think it’s time for some mother fucking payback, right? Maybe I’ll put this huge dick away for now, but hey, don’t worry, I plan to blow a massive load after I beat that little bitch’s ass, maybe shoot my huge fucking wad all over his dweeby ass face. Damn, I’m already getting all fucking turned on thinking about the fear in his eyes and all his pent up lust at my awesome fucking body. Yeah, I’m gonna track that punk ass bitch down and shove his head into my ripe fucking pits, and since I know he’s going to fucking love it, I’ll fucking torture his tiny little Asian ass until he splooges in his skinny jeans and ends up embarrassing the fuck out of himself.

Oh yeah, this mother fucking shit is gonna be so fucking sweet! Yeah, I fucking deserve this body after all the shit I’ve put up with all my life, and I will fucking beat that little dweeb every chance I get just to let him know who’s in charge now. And besides, he fucking loves being treated like crap – I should know…

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As Jack and Oscar came back to University for their last semester, they were quite surprised to see still so many familiar faces of their classmates from their old school. After four years, almost no one was still here. They cancelled their studies or graduated. Today, they spent a long time in the library to write their assignments for various classes. But now they were off to lunch. “You know, Jack, it’s kinda strange. We only have one course left and then we’ll be fully educated?”, Oscar said and scratched his head. Jack nodded. Of course, this was strange. After many years of studying, sleepless nights and almost no free time, he would have something similar to a normal state. His growling stomach interrupted his thoughts and they went off to the question if there will be Donuts in the cafeteria.

The cafeteria building was almost empty – most of the classes had started again by this time, but both guys had a free period now. Suddenly they heard strange sounds – they sounded like someone had set huge amounts of firework inside the building and the rockets would hit the ceiling. The noises came out of a corridor that still was under construction and due to this usually not used by anyone. Quickly they threw their bags next to one of the statues of the University’s founder and ran to the corridor. As they arrived, they saw two of the biggest douchebags of their dorm, Jacob Snailing and Christian O’Hara, trying to duck the strange lights a hooded person seemed to fire at them. And they looked like they were about to lose at the moment. “Hey! Leave them alone!”, Jack screamed, who still did not like these two guys, but he didn’t want anyone to be harmed. But it was not the attacker who stopped in his tracks, Snailing and O’Hara stopped in their tracks instead. And then out of sudden the hooded person shot two strange-looking glowing balls at the two guys.

“It’s done”, the hooded person screamed and disappeared in a dark vortex. After they had been flabbergasted for a few seconds, Jack and Oscar ran to Snailing and O’Hara. Both men rolled over the floor, clearly in pain as the grunted and screamed from time to time. “Thanks, you nerds, really well done, sucker”, Snailing groaned sarcastically and was getting paler by the second. “Do me a favour and shut up, you dim-witted douchbag, I just wanted to save your ass!”, Jack answered and rolled his eyes. But in the second he wanted to give Snailing a leg-up, the other man’s body started to vanish into thin air. Bit by bit the body of his fellow student faded and after that something metallic fell to the floor. Jack looked at the spot where Snailing had vanished in disbelief. What the hell happened here?! Something sparkled on the floor. Cautiously Jack kneeled and saw a silvery watch laying there. It was the large watch Snailing used to wear every day and telling everyone how much it was worth.

“Ja-jack? O’Hara just vanished and-”, he heard Oscar’s voice next to him and looked over to his best friend. He held something in his hands too. A very similar watch that, both knew it, had been on O’Hara’s thick wrist just a second ago. “Snailing too?”, asked Oscar and looked at the watch in Jack’s hand. Jack just nodded. “We… we need to help them… somehow”, Jack said hesitantly and closed his hand around the heavy watch, although it was way too big for his hands. Oscar nodded and put away. Both stared at the dust-covered tiles where two men just had disappeared into thin air. “We should go to the President’s secretary…bloody hell, nobody will believe us.”

Together they went back to their bags, still with the watches in their hands, and walked toward the President’s office. During this walk, Oscar was angry at the missing men and complained that Jack and he now could not go to lunch. By the time they had the first half of their way completed, both of them suddenly felt something off in their hands. And strange ideas popped up in their heads. And Oscar expressed their thoughts after a few minutes of thinking. “Hey, uhm, Jack, uhm, what do you think… do you think these things might look cool in us?”, Oscar asked with crimson-red ears and opened his hand and looked at the watch that was glistening in the floor lights. “Dunno”, Jack answered and began thinking himself how it might be to wear such an oversized, overpriced watch. “Maybe we could give it a try? Just to make sure it will look ridiculous, of course!”, he said and followed the round line around the clock-face. Oscar nodded and looked around. Finally, he pointed at the door to an unused classroom. “There, so… uhm… nobody will see how… um… yeah”, he stuttered and both of them went into the room and closed the door.

Suddenly, while Jack was still mesmerized by the Moon Calendar that was integrated into the watch, Oscar started to strip. Jack stared at his best friend with a confused look. “Wha- what are you doing?”, he asked. Meanwhile, Oscar only wore his underpants. “Dunno… it’s… it feels better this way?” Jack thought about it. Well, why not? It was just Oscar and him inside this room. They knew each other since their birth. So, he shrugged and stripped down to his boxer shorts and put his clothes on the floor. “Should we?”, he asked Oscar. “Yes… I… want it!“, his best friend said and both of them placed the big watches on their wrists.

Heat. Heat spread out of sudden through their bodies as the watches were on their rightful places. “Jack… what’s happening here?”, Oscar fearfully asked. And right after he said this, sweat began to appear on his body and he closed his eyes in discomfort. Oscar groaned and his body shook. With a loud cracking sound his spine stretched and he grew at least 9 inches. In fear, Jack looked up to Oscar, who was now at least taller by a head. Oscar breathed heavily. His skin started changing. His normally pale skin became darker and darker until it was dark brown. The hairs on his head retracted and curled slightly and became black. As if by magic the growing hairs grew longer and longer and twisted themselves into strands. Oscars’ hands and feet grew bigger, the fingers long and slender – his palms remained fair.

In fear, Jack watched his best friend slowly changing into Christian O’Hara. And according to his pulsing cock inside his boxer shorts… Jack was massively turned on by this view. As well as Oscar. The cock and balls of this best friend almost burst out his way to small underpants and pushed against the thinning fabric. Jack could clearly see the big head. Oscar stroked his growing bulge and moaned. Muscles grew over Oscar’s body, pushing away the little chubbiness he had over the last years. His arms grew nice and thick, his butt swelled with muscles. His nipples were erect.  Jack himself could not ignore his throbbing cock anymore. He began stroking it through his boxer shorts. Oscar’s voice dropped and changed into O’Hara’s. Finally, his face rearranged itself. His lips grew fuller, his nose broader. Little stubble grew over his lips and on his chin. Suddenly he opened his eyes and looked at Jack, with a mixture of terror and arousal in his eyes. And with a moan of Oscar, they changed to a dark brown colour and he creamed his underpants.

Oscar breathed heavily and looked down his body. “The fuck?!”, he said with O’Hara’s voice and brought his hands to his mouth. “No… no… what… happened”, he murmured as suddenly his face went blank. “Oscar? Oscar!”, Jack called him and tried to ignore his throbbing cock. But then suddenly a smile on his face that was absolutely typical for O’Hara. He licked his lips and looked down at Jack. “Oh Jacky, I feel wonderful. Look at this sexy body… you can’t deny it… I love it”, Oscar said and his hands roamed over his body. Pinching his nipple, moaning. Cupping his pecs. Slapping his tight butt. Jack’s cock responded immediately and tented his boxer shorts. “Let it change you, Jacky”, Oscar purred and came closer to Jack. Normally, he would try to run away, but he was way too horny for this. “Oscar… no. You… ohhhhhh”, Jack tried to talk to his best friend but then he felt O’Hara’s lips on his nipples. “Let me help you”, O’Hara said while he circled Jack’s nipples with his talented tongue. At this moment Jack did not care that his best friend changed into another person right before his eyes. That his best friend was licking his nipples and was driving him crazy.

Jack’s body began to tingle. From his wrist, where the watch was, heat spread through his body while O’Hara continued sucking on Jack’s nipples. His spine cracked and he grew over a half foot in height so Oscar… eh… O’Hara needed to readjust himself. The tingle spread over his body as every single brown hair of Jack’s body lightened and changed into a blonde colour. Right after this, it was sucked into his skin. The hair on his head straightened itself and grew longer until it reached his shoulders. It had now a wavy, surfer-like style. His face became squarer, his lips thinner, his stubble disappeared as his vocal cords changed. “Yes, Christian, that’s it”, moaned Jack, not realising it was not his voice anymore. It was the dull-sounding, rumbling bass of Jacob Snailing. The changes continued. His barely visible muscles grew thick and pushed against his tanning skin. Shoulders widening, veins crawling under his skin. Jack grunted as abs and pecs pushed out of his upper body. “Do you like it, Ja-cob?”, asked O'Hara in his deep voice and breathed against Jack’s erect nipples. Thin blond hairs grew around them and crawled down to his boxer shorts. But Jack could just moan another time. He was close. “Let me help you as your best bro, Jacob”, Christian said to Jacob and pulled down his tented boxers. At that moment the changes swept over his cock. His short, almost non-existing pubes became blonde and grew outwards, filling his crotch and emanating a distinctive smell. Jack’s cock lengthened but stayed at the same girth. His balls started to hurt as they swelled. Chris was working himself down from his best friend’s pecs over his abs and into the musky pubes that made his cock twitch again. But before Chris could touch the others cock, Jacob stopped him. And grinned. “As your best bro, let me help you”, he said and pulled down the other’s cum- soaked underpants. Christian licked his lips as Jacob put his around his friend’s cock. He pushed him down on the floor and did the same to him. And after a few seconds, both came into each other’s throats and Jack’s eyes changed to a blue colour.

New thoughts appeared in Jacob’s and Christian’s heads as they gulped down their friend’s cum. They knew they had been Jack Myers and Oscar Dearing. Two successful students with high grades, but now they could live their lives. “So, what should we do now… ‘Jacob’?”, Chris asked his best friend as they stood up and got clothed again. Their clothes changed to suit their new bodies very well. More expensive, tight fit, very revealing. ” We should go out so nobody will suspect anything… ‘Chris’”, Jacob answered and was about to open the door as Chris suddenly grabbed his hand. “What about some more… exploring?”, Chris said seductively and pulled Jacob in a deep kiss. Their tongues fought and as they ended the kiss, Jacob cupped his friend’s bulging crotch and squeezed it, which made the man shudder in pleasure. “Let me show you the skills of a Snailing’s tongue”, Jacob said and ripped open his friend’s jacket and groped the other one’s butt cheeks. And as his mouth closed above the hard nipples on that muscular chest, more and more of their minds changed.  The original Jacob and Christian had been straight as arrows – but sometimes, you had to turn the clock of fate into another direction. And now they had a satisfying lunchtime.

Co-Existence

Months and months of online chatting between Tyler and Leo sparked an inner desire inside of Tyler. The more he found out about Leo made him lust over him. Tyler didn't just want to be with him, but he wanted to be him. They were just friends that share similar ideas, but from two very different walks of life.

Both of these guys were working in the same industry in competing companies. Leo was only 30 and already was in a higher position that Tyler, 41, has been trying for years to reach. Compared to Tyler, Leo was young and thriving. At his age, his body was blooming with power through his muscles and virility. Each day, Leo still has the energy to train his muscles in the gym while pushing the limit on his mental capabilities. Being on the wealthy side, Leo could afford the super private gyms and greater things in life. Every girl wanted to get in his pants and every guy wanted to have a body like his. His career is only just starting and the sky's the limit. Although they can gym together, Tyler never had the potential for greater heights that Leo was endowed to have. That urge to be better, that itch to be the best roughed him up

Tyler searched the dark web until he came across the perfect item. Although it was expensive, it was only a small price to pay for his ultimate goal. Sneaking into the same private gym, he ambushed Leo as he stepped out of the gym shower. The magic mirror shone in his hands making him an exact replica of Leo, making him just as big and toned.

"Bro, what's going on? Whats going on? Why do you look like me?" the stunned original Leo exclaimed.

"No, I want your job and if I can't have it, I'll just have to take your body instead. A position that's rightfully mine with a body that matches it. I deserve it more than you." Tyler thought of how he didn't want to be a exact replica of Leo, he wanted to be the one version of Leo that exists. The mirror shone again. Both of their bodies was glowing. Tyler knew exactly what to do.

In one swift motion, Tyler leaped against Leo and their bodies starting fusing into one. Their body was undergoing changes as they blacked out. The pocket mirror shattered, sealing them together.

"Oooh, Arghhh!!!!" a mix of pain and pleasure filled their combined Leo body.

Tyler awoke and rushes of memories shot through him as his personality overtook and awakened. Walking over to the full gym mirror, Leo looked back. His face was young and invigorating. Full of vitality. His muscles were perking under the command of a new master.

All that admiration left the new Leo, hard and at full mast. His new body was responding to Tyler's excitement. He always expected Leo to be big and thick, but was not prepared for feeling of the actual thing. Rubbing his hands all over his newfound body surged his testosterone levels. Tyler formed Leo's gorgeous face into desperate and horny expressions. Panting, salivating like a hungry dog. The orgasm built up in moments.

“You like that? You sexy, sexy beast!” his new low voice commanded “I finally got what I deserve. This is all mine. Everything is perfect. I am perfect." Tyler snarled. “I'm stroking MY cock, with MY hand! That is MY body and MY life." He lapped a bit of the precum leaking everything “This is MY smell and MY taste! And damn do I taste good!"

Leo pumped harder, harder, and harder. He rammed his precum-soaked fingers in his warm hole while massaging his prostate. The high levels of pleasure cause his body to shake as his moaned louder. Droplets of perspiration dripped down his face and appeared on my chest and forcing him to thrust his cock upwards as he screamed in adrenaline. “Arrgghh, Fuck here it comes! I'm coming, Ohhhh! I'm Leo Chen and I’m coming!”

The pressure started in his balls and spread all throughout his body. Waves and waves of euphoria as cum torretted out his glorious mushroom head. With each shot, the love and amazement for Leo intensified. Every part of his being and surrounding was covered in his precious Leo cream. Sweat and cum glistened his body as his muscles were relaxing.

"Fuck my old life and the dead end company I'm with." Rubbing his cum all over his body like lotion. “I am and forever will be Leo Chen.” he flexed all of his muscles. A smile spread across his face and it felt like total domination over my body. He had won. His dick was like a mini baseball bat, his balls was like a giant stress ball. His muscles flex and bend as his command. He was looking at all the small details that made him in awe.

“Don't you fucking think of coming back!” Leo said to his reflection, imagining it as the previous owner. “You've had your fun, but I'm finally home now. Thank you for being a placeholder in my life, keeping this body warm for me. All your hard work and effort will never be waster. But from now on I am the true owner of this body and we’ll be inseparable for the rest of eternity!"

The true acceptance caused more memories and knowledge to truly awakened to its master. Every intimate detail. Every clarity of information from Leo's childhood to his habits and interests crowned his head as he absorbed everything willingly. He felt a sense of comfort and hope like this was the norm for him already. Leo walked over to the shower. He needed to groom himself once again and get ready for his new life .

Unwillingly, his mouth moved. "Damn, that was hot. It looks like we are gonna have fun together. Can't believe you felt this way about me and my body. I'm honored." In a revelation, something in Leo's body snapped and it felt like there were simultaneously two co-pilots. Both of them controlling one Adonis hunk with all their actions and thinking interlinked with each others' feelings and ideas. Basically to say the least, Leo will definitely be living his best life.

Curse or Miracle?

Before (Left) / / After (Right)

I never thought I would get a second chance at life and in such a buff, muscular body as well. I was born with an incurable heart disease that theoretically should have taken my life by 24. Somehow I survived until my 25th birthday. I knew one day, it will hit me by surprise and I won't know when exactly I'll die. Life was not the best for me. I was not exactly super good-looking, but I was quite decent. Being gay did not help me in the love department, but I had to live my life to the fullest as each day could be my last.

One day, one of my neighbors, Luke came knocking on the door. He seemed all secretive and such, like he was trying to not be seen. Luke stays with Richard, his roommate and best friend.

"Jaden, how would like a second chance at life?" Luke asked me.

"I would love to, but I don't see how that is possible" I replied.

"Let me explain." he exclaimed "A month ago, while on vacation in the East, Richard was fooling around and broke a sacred artifact. The witch of the village casted a curse on his soul which will slowly cause him to die. We didn't believe it, but Richard is starting to show the effects a month later. You can tell that his soul was weakening."

"I don't see how this relates to me though" I questioned Luke.

"Richard has spent so much time and money to build his body. He truly is the best roommateI can ask for. He is strong and very well endowed. I cannot bear to see all the efforts go to waste. I have always loved him, but the feelings weren't mutual as he was straight. I may not have enough powers to reverse the curse, but assuming I swap your soul for his, I can solve both our problems. Your personality is great, and I'm sure you will give Richard's body a whole new boost!"

"I know I am going to die soon, and I would love to take this chance, but I don't know how Richard will feel about it." as I went along with it. I didn't know to believe him or not. "Let's give a try and do it." I hesitantly agreed.

Luke was filled with glee and enthusiasm as I unexpectedly agreed to his plea.

The next day, Luke came by to invite me for dinner. He told me to get ready for the time of my life. As I stepped inside, Richard greeted me, he was a bit pale. You could tell something was not right.

We ate dinner and talked about life. Richard was a big fan of comics and anime. It was amazing to know he was a big of a nerd as me. His body was glistening under the dining room light. All his muscle well bulging and defined. I was mentally drooling over him.

It was dessert time and as Richard ate his dessert, he fell asleep. Luke gave him a slight sleep spell. Not long after, Luke's eyes glowed as he reached into his heart and pulled out a glowing sphere of essence. I was in shock and didn't realized as he walked towards me and did the same thing. He pulled my soul out while inserting Richard's in. I was an odd feeling as I could not feel a thing, or rather taking on a different form. When he pushed my soul into Richard's body. I felt everything.

I could feel power surging in my size 11 feet to my bulging biceps. I felt strong and confident. Color regained in my skin that Richard's body didn't originally have. My 10" and thick cock tented my shorts and filled my body with testosterone. The surge of energy awoke my body from the sleep spell. I could feel all the effort put into making this adonis bod of Richard's. I stood up and I felt like a god, I did not feel sick at all.

Meanwhile, my body woke up. The questioning look on my old face. Richard had realized he wasn't in his body anymore as he realized what has happened. He went berserk and started crying. Too much stress caused his body to overload. He was so emotional that it was not long that his heart couldn't handle it, tragically causing him to die. At least now we know the curse had died with my heart disease.

......

I felt bad about what happened, but I soon got over it as I realized how strong I am. I did not care that I was suddenly 30, but grateful at this second chance given. I didn't expect a miracle of this sort to happen, but only one thing is on my mind at the moment. And that is to release all this pent up pressure in my balls.

I rushed and picked up Luke. Passionately kissing him as I brought him to my new bed. The monster is my pants and my libido could not take it any longer. Luke played along as I dominated him. He has been waiting for this for a long time. I was not used to my newfound strength and accidentally ripped off his clothes. My cock was leaking with enough precum that allowed me to slide it in. I thrusted and thrusted. It didn't take much, but both Luke and I climaxed together. I kept shooting streams and streams of warm Richard essence into him, so much that it started to leak out... We were both drenched in each other's milk.

......

......

Using the last of his magic, he transported my old body out of this world. I am not too sure where it is anymore, but that's not my problem anymore. Jaden is gone...

Luke and I have been inseparable. We have hot steamy sex each night. My sex drive is through the roof especially when I'm around my boyfriend, Luke. His dream of being with Richard is fulfilled and I get to live the best life I could have only imagined. Richard set a legacy for himself and I am here to carry it on. I'm getting hard just thinking about my new body. Time to find Luke cause I'm ready for round 2!

The Catfish Incident

"Thanks for the energy drink, man," Jake said, cracking open his can of blue energy soda as we ambled down the dimly lit hallway back to our apartments. The gym members' party had left us both hot and sweaty, and I thought a refreshing drink would be the perfect cap to our evening.

"Yeah, no problem, bro. You owe me one next time!" I replied, although I was thinking something else entirely as I watched him guzzle his beverage.

He was tall, about six feet three inches, with a toned physique that would make anyone envious. His hair, the color of wheat, was slicked back with some kind of product, and he wore a tank top that hugged his chest tightly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and thick arms. His shorts were tight enough to show off his wide hips and well-defined ass.

Standing beside him, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of insecurity. While I was reasonably fit and steadily working towards what I hoped would be my ideal body, Jake's presence ignited a deeper yearning within me. It wasn’t just about having muscular broad shoulders and a confident stride—it was about embodying that effortless aura of masculinity, the kind of identity that defines an alpha male.

"Oh yeah, almost forgot—I need to head back to my apartment now," Jake said abruptly. "I have a little rendezvous tonight," he added, flashing a smile.

"Sounds like a plan. What time is your date?" I asked casually, pausing beside him.

“About an hour from now, so I should probably hit the showers first. Gotta freshen up and work out these guns again,” he laughed. Then, without warning, he raised his left arm above his head and flexed his bicep, staring intently into my eyes. “It’s been too long since they’ve seen any action.”

I felt myself blush uncontrollably at his words, but luckily Jake didn't see it, and he continued heading down the hallway.

"See you tomorrow, Dave!" he called out over his shoulder before disappearing through his apartment door.

Little did he know, I was well aware of who he was meeting tonight.

As I stepped into my apartment, the familiar walls and furnishings offered no comfort to the restless longing stirring within me.

Each well-placed book and neatly aligned chair seemed to echo the structured, unyielding life I had sculpted for myself—a life of discipline as a respected professor, always mindful of reputation and societal expectations.

With a sigh, I removed my glasses and set them aside on the table. The lenses caught the fading light of the day, scattering beams that danced across the blandness of my living space, teasing me with glimpses of brightness in my otherwise predictable world.

This simple act felt like peeling away the layers of a persona crafted over years.

It felt symbolic, like I was discarding a part of myself that was too familiar, too constricted by old fears and inhibitions. Tonight was not a night for the timid David hidden behind those lenses; it was a night for someone entirely new.

I pulled off my tank top, feeling the cool air hit my bare skin, followed by the soft cotton of my white gym shorts. Finally, I slid down my underwear and tossed them aside. I felt incredibly vulnerable, standing there nude with no one else around.

Across the room, my gaze then shifted to the bed, where the realistic bodysuit of a Latino model lay outstretched. The room lighting cast a bright hue over its meticulously detailed surface, accentuating each muscular contour and shadow, making it look almost alive. It wasn’t just a garment; it was a gateway to another existence.

As soon as I saw it, I couldn’t resist touching its smooth skin. I ran my fingers over its chest and arms, feeling the softness of its skin. Then I slid my hands down to its waist and squeezed its firm butt cheeks. It even had a built-in penis that was larger than my own, which gave me a sense of excitement.

"Alright," I muttered under my breath, "let’s get started."

I could feel my dick twitch as I reached down and grabbed hold of the slit at the back of the bodysuit. The suit itself was made of a special material that allowed for easy movement and flexibility. Slowly, I began pulling the two sides apart so that there would be enough room for me to get inside.

As I sat down in the chair, I began sliding my right leg into one of the muscular legs. They were tight but not uncomfortable. As I pulled them up over my thigh, I could feel the skin stretching slightly as it moved up my leg. This was going to be so fucking hot!

I continued moving my left leg into the second leg until both feet were on the ground. Next, I positioned my shaft to the built-in dick and slid my arms into the sleeves. My biceps bulged with each movement.

Standing up, I took a few steps forward, feeling the incredible strength of my legs against my skin. I flexed my arm, watching the veins pulsate under the surface. I couldn’t help but smile at my new, sexy body.

Finally, I put on the built-in mask that resembled the handsome face of a Latino model.

As I slid it over my head, I felt the soft material conform to the contours of my face.

Once the mask was fully secured, the ’Heddon’ app on my phone opened up.

In order for the bodysuit to work properly, it needed to be activated. I selected “Start Sealing” and watched as the screen filled with images of the process.

Suddenly, there was a click, and the suit began to seal shut around me. I felt the muscles of my legs begin to tingle as they fused with the suit.

My thighs and calves became more defined as the skin tightened around them. The same sensation spread across my chest and shoulders, making them bulge outward. My arms seemed to grow larger as the suit conformed to my muscles.

Within seconds, the transformation was complete, and the suit fully integrated with my body, leaving no trace of its presence. It was as if I had become one with this sexy, lifelike skin.

With a grin, I stepped towards the mirror, admiring my reflection. The face staring back at me was that of a young, fit Hispanic man with broad shoulders and narrow hips.

“Welcome back,” I whispered to myself as I looked in the mirror at my new reflection. “Diego.”

My jawline was strong and defined, giving me a masculine appearance. I flexed my biceps, showing off the definition in my arms.

I ran my hands over my hard chest, feeling the firmness beneath my fingers. Then, I squeezed my pecs, enjoying the way they rippled beneath my touch.

I let my hands travel down to the bulge between my legs, squeezing it gently. My cock throbbed with excitement as I imagined what it would feel like to fuck someone with this body.

I picked up my phone, opened a dating app and messaged Jake using the Diego profile. We’d chatted a little bit on the app a few weeks earlier, and he seemed really interested in meeting up.

“Hey sexy,” I typed into the chat window. “Want to see some pics?”

“Sure thing, stud,” Jake responded. “Whatcha got?”

I smiled as I sent him a couple of pictures of myself wearing different leather and latex outfits.

“That’s hot,” Jake wrote. “Do you think you can do something even hotter tonight?”

I grinned as I typed back, “Of course, baby. Anything for you.”

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A few weeks ago, I stumbled upon a Reddit thread mentioning "Heddon: House of Transformation" — a service offering realistic bodysuits that promised an entirely new level of personal transformation. Intrigued yet skeptical, I clicked through.

The website was adorned with glossy images of transformations and detailed testimonials from users who spoke of life-altering experiences. Video demos showcased the suits’ incredible realism and functionality, portraying seamless transitions from person to suit.

Admittedly, the site and service were new, which did little to alleviate my skepticism. However, a promotional offer for first-time users—a significant discount on their first order—was enough to tip the scales.

Despite my initial doubts and the nagging thought that it could all be an elaborate scam, I decided to take the plunge with some disposable income I’ve set aside.

I ordered a customized bodysuit modeled after a muscular Latino—a physique and persona so starkly different from my own that it felt like it could only exist in fantasies.

When the package arrived, it included not just the bodysuit but also detailed instructions for using the accompanying "Heddon: House of Transformation" app.

The app, once downloaded, allowed me to control the bodysuit’s features, including the crucial sealing process which would integrate the suit seamlessly with my own body.

When I first donned my new Diego bodysuit a few nights ago, I created a fake profile on the dating app and got tons of messages but one message caught my attention— it was my gym buddy Jake.

“Hi there! You’re so hot and cute!” he wrote.

“Thank you! You’re pretty handsome yourself,” I responded.

We chatted for a bit, discussing our hobbies and interests. I told him that I was looking for someone to share my fetishes with, and that I loved wearing latex.

He responded quickly, saying that he was also interested in exploring his kinks and that he loved wearing leather and latex. Before long, we were messaging each other every night, sharing our deepest desires and fantasies.

A few days later, Jake asked me if I would be willing to come over to his apartment and have some fun. I agreed, excited to finally meet him in person.

“I’m so glad you’re coming over,” he wrote back. “I’ve been dying to meet you in person.”

“Me too,” I replied. “I can’t wait to see you.”

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Now, here I am, standing outside Jake’s apartment door, feeling nervous and excited all at once. I knocked on Jake's door and soon heard the sound of footsteps approaching. The door swung open, revealing Jake standing there in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

Diego! Come in!” he says, grinning at me. I follow him into the apartment, and he shuts the door behind us.

Jake leans against the door, studying my body. “Wow, you look amazing,” he says. “I never imagined you would actually look like this.”

“Thanks. It feels good to finally be able to meet you in person,” I reply. Jake smiles and directs me toward the living room. I remove my jacket, revealing my tight black muscle shirt and latex pants.

Jake’s eyes widen, and he lets out a low groan. “Damn, you’re fucking hot,” he says, running his hands along my chest. His hand then slides down my chest and over my crotch. “And you’re hard.”

“I am,” I whisper. “You make me feel so horny.”

We sit down on the couch, and Jake pours us some drinks. “So, tell me more about yourself,” he says. “What kind of stuff do you like doing?”

“Well, I love wearing leather and latex,” I say. “And I love playing different characters. Sometimes I dress up as a superhero, sometimes as a villain. It really depends on my mood.”

“That’s cool,” Jake says. “Me too. I love wearing my costumes, especially when I’m out with friends. It helps me let loose and have fun.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” I say. “Sometimes it’s hard to be yourself when you’re around other people, but when you’re in your costume, you can let go and be whoever you want to be.”

“Exactly,” Jake says, smiling. “It’s like a whole new world opens up when you put on a costume.”

Jake leans closer, his eyes locked on mine. “And sometimes, they bring us closer to our true selves than we ever thought possible. Maybe because we feel safe behind the mask, we can express our true feelings.”

The air between us charges with an unspoken understanding. I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “Have you ever felt that way? Like you’ve discovered something real about yourself through a character?”

Jake nods slowly, his gaze intensifying. “More often than you might think. Sometimes, it’s only when I'm someone else that I can express what I really feel... what I really want.”

I watch as he removes his towel, revealing his hard cock. I gasp in pleasure as he strokes himself slowly, looking straight into my eyes. The moment hangs heavy between us, laden with unvoiced desires.

Then, impulsively, Jake closes the distance, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss that feels like the culmination of our shared revelations. Our tongues dance together, exploring each other's mouths, as I moan softly and my fingers thread through Jake's soft hair.

Jake breaks away from our fervent kiss, leaving me breathless and longing for more. With a sultry grin, he stands up and begins to undress me, one piece at a time.

My excitement grows as he pulls my tight latex shirt over my head, exposing my toned chest and chiseled abs. He trails his fingers down my torso, sending delicious tingles through my entire body.

As Jake continues to undress me, his touch becomes increasingly intimate and sensual. He caresses my skin, grazing his fingertips along my shoulders, arms, and sides. I lean into his touch, letting the warmth of his hands linger on my skin.

Finally, Jake reaches my pants and skillfully slips them down my legs, revealing my matching black briefs. He pauses for a moment, admiring the sight of me in my underwear, before slowly removing them as well. Standing before him completely naked, I feel exposed yet empowered by his admiration.

Jake's eyes sparkle with lust as he looks me up and down. "You're beautiful," he whispers, his voice thick with desire.

My heart races as he bends down to press his lips against my chest, trailing kisses down to my abdomen. His hands explore my body, massaging my muscles and stroking my skin. I close my eyes, surrendering to the waves of pleasure that wash over me.

Just as I start to drift into blissful oblivion, Jake abruptly stops. I open my eyes to find him looking intently into my eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.

"What's wrong?" I ask, confused by the sudden pause.

"Come with me," he murmurs. "I have something I want to show you. It’s my private collection."

He then gestured to a door at the end of the hall. My heart pounded in my chest as I followed him into the room.

Entering, I gasped in surprise at the sight. Scattered all over the room were several realistic bodysuits, each one more impressive than the last.

While pretending to be amazed, I wondered if Jake realized I was wearing a fake body.

Jake grinned. "My job has its perks," he explained. "I'm a beta tester for 'Heddon', so I get access to their entire collection."

"This is amazing," I remarked, feigning ignorance. My hands ran over one of the suits. "What are these things and how do they work?"

"Don't pretend you don't know," Jake chuckled. "You may think you're fooling me, but you aren't."

He was right. Staring at him in disbelief, I asked, "What?... what do you mean?"

"It's not a secret," Jake replied. "These suits have a distinct smell, and I've gotten used to it. I know when someone is wearing one."

I sighed, knowing I couldn't deny it any longer. "Okay, fine," I admitted. "You caught me. But please, don't tell anyone else. This is just between us."

"Of course," Jake nodded. "I understand."

He reached out and touched the side of my fake face. "I don't care who you are or what you're doing. I like the idea of someone else being able to take on a new identity for a while."

"Thank you," I said, smiling. "But seriously, why are you showing me all of these suits?"

Jake shrugged. "Since you're wearing one, I thought of wearing one as well," he suggested. "Maybe we can have a little role-play fun."

He then picked up a bodysuit that resembled a tanned male model with long hair. "Do you think this fits the bill?" he asked, holding it up.

I smirked and touched the bodysuit Jake had chosen. "Let's find out, shall we?"

A Birthday Wish

"Why are you so surprised that you cannot read this, you're not Arab, you're a pale white American," Hashim said so casually with a knowing smirk

Hamad's eyes went wide as he realized that his complexion started to get lighter. Is this really happening???

"You're such a unique finding, Matt. It's not everyday you spotted a gay, muscular 245 lbs American frat bros in the wild, you know? But thankfully I grabbed that fat bouncy ass of yours in the club and made you mine ever since," Hashim said as he freely explored his world-building to create his boyfriend next perfect form in accordance to his fantasy

And just like that, Hamad found his body swell to match the description mentioned by Hashim. His muscle grown, his ass turned rounder and he felt this ghostly feeling of the tight hole getting looser by the second as muscle memories of receiving cocks in various shape entered his mind. He even started to lose his connection to the Hamad's name as it became a foreign entity that will be gone from his system soon with more information provided by Hashim

"Not only that, a gay, muscular 245 lbs American frat bros with domination kink by Arab men. That shit is the only thing that makes you really hard. Not other football bros tight ass that you pounced a couple times in the past. Not those expert cocksucking twink that didn't even manage to make you squirt one out. Only Arabs. What's up with that, huh? Guilt from your father and uncles tour of Iraq? Or are you just a big brute bottom after all, desiring to be handled by real men and since your first sight was a giant Arab cock of your dorm-mate in your freshman year, that's the only thing that filled your mind, am I right?"

All Hashim statement treated as the truth by the tranced Matt, his body and psyche conformed to all the statement Hashim said. As Matt found himself eventually cornered to the bed and fall on his back to the mattress, Hashim blown the candle to eventually finalize his wish and smirked

"Now, open up that mouth and make me the happiest man in my birth day. It's only right after all that I have a brand new toy to play with until my next's birthday. Say aaaa---"

Screw Racists

Be for real. I’m a catch. If you saw my headless torso on Grindr you’d immediately hit me up and tap my profile. That is…unless you had a “preference” also known as being racist. It’s no secret that an epidemic in the gay community is a preference to exalting white buff gay men as the epitome of the dream. The dream boyfriend, the dream husband, the dream fuck buddy. But if you know you know. Outside of the confines of what you’ve been raised with as the dream by your friends or the media, there’s a whole world of dreamy men on the other side of the street.

I moved from my safe space of fellow Asians to a big city with way less diversity. That’s when I realized how much that bigotry played into the gay scene. No taps and those that hit me up almost immediately back peddled when they saw Asian on my profile.

I grew up having to overcome these kinds of voices always saying I was less than or not enough. One night a hookup showed nothing but lust for me. We kinda hit it off, later I showed up for our hookup and it was such a good fuck.

Then it happened.

“I don’t usually get with Asians but you’re almost making me rethink that.”

I was stopped in my tracks. To blatantly just minimize me and my culture and insinuate I wasn’t good enough for the color of my skin. I had it. I chewed him out immediately calling him and that behavior so old fashioned and reprehensible.

But he didn’t like that. As he approached me with his pocket knife I made my way to the door. I sped off as fast as I could, but unfortunately for me so did he. I tried to lose him but instead I just lost civilization. I was on some weird backroads in a forest when he found me and rammed me off the road. I swerved off road and into a tree as he sped away yelling slurs at me.

The next time I woke up, it was in a hospital room…I could hear the vitals but I couldn’t move. When I finally moved, I was lighter? I turned to see my arm and jumped when I saw straight through it.

Beep beep beep

My vitals remained unchanged. I turned around from the bed and saw my body lying there motionless. I read the chart on my bed…coma from severe bodily trauma. I fell onto the floor. That fucking racist.

I walked through the halls when I saw him! He was paying off some nurses that pointed him in my direction. He was coming to finish the job!

The cool sly charm and swagger he walked with allowed him to go by without as much as a blink from the nurses and doctors. He walked by my spectral form and into the room where my body lied motionless. That’s when he pulled a syringe out and began to motion toward my IV. I’m not sure what I thought I could do but I jumped at him to stop him from seemingly trying to and my life.

Before he could stab that needle into the only thing keeping me alive, I sunk into his torso and arms. I began slowly sinking in to him. I could hear him gasping in shock questioning why he couldn’t move. We were voicing echoing sentiments but he couldn’t hear me. I wasn’t sure how it was happening but I knew it was keeping him from killing me.

It was fight or flight as he began to thrash his legs and head around. This needed to end now before nurses or security came in. I slammed my head forward which made it easier to sink my legs into his body. That’s when I felt a chill and shiver. I was in control, I’m not sure where he went but I was piloting his milky white ship now. It kind of gave me the ick being in control of something I’ve despised my whole life.

Hm despised my whole life. That gave me an idea. If he found me so reprehensible before maybe I can teach him a lesson. A charity give back if you will. He may have used disgusting rhetoric towards people of color but I was about to let any man ram their way through me. All of a sudden I’m not into white men, I’m strictly open for business for men of color only. While I’m at it, let’s start up an onlyfans and social media account proudly flaunting how much of a d*ck pig I am now.

Masked Muscle

“Okay, now put it on” Chris threw the balaclava and the black t-shirt towards his boyfriend Jake, who was sitting on their bed.

“You’re sure about this?” He was clearly not sold on the idea of role play in the bedroom, but he agreed to do it anyway. He was surprised when Chris approached him earlier that day and asked if he’d be willing to dress up as a Russian thug because it really turned him on. But he decided to play along. And now Chris was standing next to him, a shit-eating grin on his face. He was enjoying himself already.

He watched as Jake took off his hoodie and tank top, then put on the t-shirt and face mask. Jake had a slim build, with muscles visible but not bulky, so the large t-shirt was looking kinda baggy on him.

"You sure you bought the right one? This looks like a skirt on me." Jake commented, but Chris wasn't really listening.

"Everything's fine, don't worry about it." He shrugged off his boyfriend's comments and waited for him to put on the balaclava. When he did he took a step closer.

"You look great, babe" He said, and saw Jake's eyebrows rise a bit, but he saw a glimpse of a smile under the face mask.

Then the fun started.

Chris took a step backward, as he saw that the process was beginning. Jake suddenly stopped moving, now standing still, and all his muscles started expanding. His shoulders and chest quickly filled out thew t-shirt, which now hugged his upper body tightly. His arms turned form sticks to beefy guns, with bulky biceps covered in veins. His slim stomach gets covered in muscle, same with his legs that turned into tree trunks.

The entire transformation lasted only a minute or so, and after was done Jake looked at Chris confused.

"Chris... Chris, babe, what... what happened?" He asked, his voice unsteady and anxious.

"Nothing you have to worry about, Jake. I'm just making sure you're prepared for your 'role play' later" He still has a smug smirk on his face, because he knew what was coming next.

Jake was hit with a sudden headache. A painful feeling, as if his brain was squeezed. He groaned and leaned against the wall, hoping it would pass quickly.

"Holy shit... uuuugh... blyat" he murmured to himself "Wait... blyat? Vat? I no speak... Nyet, vat is happen? Chris, vat is happen to me?"

Jake, now speaking with a heavy and thick Russian accent, turned towards Chris, his expression quickly shifting from surprise to aggression. But Chris didn't even flinch, he was in control of the situation the entire time.

"Stop whining, Sasha. You're not here to complain, you're here to obey!" When he called him 'Sasha', Jake's eyes glazed over for a moment and he froze. A few seconds later he was back, but it was not Jake.

"Da, boss. Sasha here to work and make dirty job for boss" He stood straight, almost like a soldier, and puffed out his chest, clearly wanting to show off his muscles. Chris was in heaven. He took a step closer.

"Yes, my loyal brute. You will do exactly as I say, without hesitation."

"Da, no hesitation, nyet. Only strong and obey you, boss" Sasha's voice was deeper that Jake's, he grunted more and was clearly struggling with English vocabulary.

"Oh yeah" Chris growled as he stood inches from Sasha, hunger in his eyes. "Flex for me, brute"

"Da, boss" Sasha nodded and lifted his arms into a double biceps pose. His muscles ballooned, with biceps the size of footballs.

"I strong muscle, boss use Sasha strong muscle" The Russian grunted as he flexed.

"Oh, I will use them, don't you worry" Chris drawled in response, ready to play.

Season 3

Club Assimilation

Natasha and Kendra were best friends since they were little girls and they always loved sneaking around higher class events and parties. They were two black girls who loved causing a bit of mischief and getting away with it. They found themselves sneaking into a country club one night, giggling as they walked through the elegant halls, thinking they had outsmarted the security. However, little did they know that the owner of the club, a wealthy man named Mr. Jenkins, had seen them on the security cameras.

As they were sipping on champagne by the pool, thinking they had successfully pulled off their sneaky adventure, they were suddenly discovered by Mr. Jenkins. He was furious that they had managed to get past his security and exposed his club to any potential danger. In a fit of rage, he cursed them, not realizing the true power of his words.

Natasha and Kendra felt a strange sensation wash over them, starting from their heads down to their toes. Their once dark skin started to turn pale, their hair changing from luscious curls to short blonde hair. They both felt their bodies growing taller and more muscular, their clothes transforming into preppy button-down shirts and khaki shorts. Their voices deepened, their faces changing to embody the classic frat boy look.

Natasha found herself suddenly in the body of a young man, with broad shoulders and a strong jawline. She had become Leo, a white frat boy who had no memory of her previous life. Kendra now went by the name Chad, with a chiseled physique and a cocky attitude. With the sudden transformation, their minds were reset, and they both thought that they were the son of wealthy country club members.

They were completely oblivious to what had happened, but they both enjoyed their new identities. Leo and Chad quickly became popular among the club's members, with their charming personalities and their muscular physiques. Every day, they spent their time drinking and partying, living the high life as white frat bros.

Inside Man

Detective Robbie McKay laid on the gurney, surrounded by doctors and nurses who rushed him through the endless hospital hallways with a pace indicating urgency. His body throbbed with pain and each breath was more agonizing than the last. As the medication did its best to numb his discomfort, his mind floated in and out of consciousness with memories of a shootout flashing before his eyes. He could still hear the exchange of gunfire, see the bombardment of quick flashes, and feel the searing pain of a bullet tearing through his flesh.

Memories of the briefing earlier that day invaded his thoughts as well. He remembered sitting at this desk, surrounded by fellow officers, listening intently as Chief Ramirez laid out the plan to bust a notorious drug ring.

"An informant on the inside tells us that they're planning on moving a shipment of drugs, guns and other paraphernalia out of their warehouse tonight. That's why I'm gonna need all units on deck." Chief Ramirez spoke with authority as he went into the details, most of which were too hazy for Robbie to remember.

Robbie did remember being pulled aside by the Chief. "Thanks again for agreeing to come along McKay. I know you're in homicide but for a bust this big I'm going to need my best guys."

"As if saying no was even an option Chief. You know I'll follow you anywhere into battle." Robbie was as loyal as they'd come. Devoted to his job and to his boss, those last words echoed in Robbie's head as he soon faced the consequences of his undying commitment.

As Robbie drifted back to awareness, he caught snippets of conversation around him. Voices muffled by the haze of medication and trauma. But one voice cut through the fog—the commanding tone of Chief Ramirez.

"Do whatever you can to save him. We can't lose him." The Chief's voice demanded.

"But sir, he's lost a lot of blood. And the bullet pierced one of the lungs—"

"I don't care dammit!" Chief Ramirez slammed his fist against the wall, urgency dripping from every word. "Use the machine if you have to. You have my permission."

Robbie tried to focus, to make sense of the situation. Machine? They were speaking as if he was on the verge of death. Robbie had much more questions on his mind but he was soon hit with another wave fogginess. His eyelids grew heavy again, a sign that the meds were about to work their magic once more.

The next time he opened his eyes, he found himself in a sterile hospital room, monitors beeping softly in the background. He tried to move, but every inch of his body protested in agony.

"Ch-Chief?" Robbie tried to call out, his voice sounding off. "Nurse??" His throat felt dry but thankfully a glass of water sat on the table next to his bed. As Robbie feebly reached for the drink he noticed a drastic change that sent a jolt of panic down his spine.

His hands, once fair and calloused from years of police work, now bore a darker complexion, somewhat of a caramel color. And they were adorned with tattoos—symbols he didn't recognize inked into his skin.

He reached up to touch his head, expecting to feel the familiar buzz of his crew cut. But his fingers met smooth skin instead, his hair shaved down to the scalp. And when he brushed his hand against his face, he felt not the familiar stubble of his beard, but a neatly trimmed goatee framing his fuller lips.

"What's going on??!" Robbie screamed out, hoping for anyone to hear him. "What happened to me??" This time he could make out the distinct change in his voice. With these longer sentences he could make out an accent, one belonging to the people he'd occasionally arrest on the streets.

Fear surged through him as he struggled to make sense of the situation unfolding before him. He had been shot in the chest, he remembered that much. But everything else felt wrong—unnatural. This had to be dream, a nightmare even, but the constant pain he felt confirmed that this was indeed reality.

Summoning all his strength, Robbie pushed himself out of the bed, his muscles protesting with every movement. Clutching his midsection where the pain was the strongest, he stumbled toward the bathroom, desperate for answers.

When he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror, his heart nearly stopped. Staring back at him was not the face of Robbie McKay, decorated and revered detective from the LAPD, but that of a stranger—a Latino man with dark eyes and a stern expression.

Panic seized him, his mind reeling with disbelief. What had happened to him? How could this be real?

Robbie approached the mirror, getting a better look at his new self. The height disparity was one of the first things he noticed. Having been accustomed to towering over everything at 6'4'', he must now have been no taller than 5'7''. He also realized his tattoos not only stopped at his arms, but covered his chest, torso, and from what he could make out his back as well. Whatever skin wasn't covered by black ink was marred by scars.

Before he could make sense of it all, the hospital staff burst into the room, their voices a blur of confusion and concern. They moved quickly to sedate him, their hands gentle yet firm as they guided him back to the bed.

And then Chief Ramirez entered the room, his expression grave as he approached Robbie's bedside.

"I'm sorry, Robbie," the chief said, his voice heavy with regret. "You are one of our best and you were on the brink of death. So I had to make a difficult decision."

Robbie's heart pounded in his chest as he listened, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place.

"The procedure is experimental. Only the higher ups back in DC know of its existence. But I managed to pull a few strings in exchange for access to their machine." The chief coldly explained the situation.

"What did you to do me? Who is this man?" Robbie pleaded for answers, pointing at his face as he looked at the chief with frantic eyes.

"We swapped your body with that of one of the gang members. He got hit pretty badly during the exchange, but his situation wasn't as dire as yours." There was a pause that for Robbie felt like an eternity.

"He died in your body just a moment ago." Chief lingered on that last sentence for a moment. "It was the only way to save you."

The words echoed in Robbie's mind, sending a chill down his spine. He had been transformed into a stranger, thrust into a world he didn't belong to, all against his will.

"And who said I wanted this? To look like a fucking thug from across the border? What am I supposed to tell my wife? My kids??" As Robbie's voice rose, the beeping from the monitors followed suit.

"Please try to keep calm. Your heart rate's spiking." A nurse tried to get the cop to settle down.

"Vete a la mierda pinche cabrónes!"

The sudden outburst caused the entire room to fill with silence, the only noise being the increasingly frequent beeps coming from the machines. Robbie hadn't even realized he cursed out everyone in the room in fluent Spanish, a language he was barely familiar in.

"Give us the room." The chief ordered the doctors and nurses working on Robbie to leave, which they all promptly did. Shutting the door behind them, he approached Robbie, standing right next to his bed.

"I understand that you're upset, son." Chief Ramirez spoke up, breaking the silence. His voice ditching his usually authoritative tone, this time adopting a tinge of empathy. "But we have a plan for you. That's if you want it of course."

Robbie stared at his boss with a vindictive expression. What could he do to make this situation better? What could the Chief even remotely offer? Curiosity eventually got the better of him. "What is it?"

Chief Ramirez took out a manilla folder and tossed in on Robbie's lap. Opening it up, Robbie would find a picture of the man whose body he now possessed. Beneath it would be documents listing the man's demographics, arrest records, even unpaid parking tickets. Any information the government would have about this man's life would be found in that folder.

"Rogelio Fuentes." Robbie read the man's name out loud with a quiver in his voice.

"You're a great detective Robbie. One of the best the department's ever seen. Now with you in that body, we have a direct line to the underbelly of the crime ring that's devastating this city. We have the opportunity to take it down from within." The chief explained.

"Y-You want me to pretend to be this guy?" Robbie gawked in disbelief. "Play undercover cop?!"

"That's exactly what I'm asking. Assume this man's life, live as Rogelio Fuentes and coordinate with us as we dismantle this gang from the inside."

"But my wife and my kids..?"

"As far as they're concerned, you'll be dead. Died bravely fighting for his city. I know it's a tough pill to swallow, but I also know how important serving and protecting the community is to you. Your unwavering dedication to the force is what drew me to you. It's what made me fight hard to get those doctors to save your life. Because we can't let someone like that go to waste."

Robbie stared ahead, ignoring Chief Martinez as he deeply pondered the predicament he found himself in. While he loved his job, was he willing to throw his previous life away for such a big task?

"And like I said before, this was an experimental procedure using technology from the Feds. Complete this mission and impress them enough, maybe they'd let us use it again to get you a more suitable body in the future."

The room filled with silence once more. Robbie could only think about what he'd be leaving behind. His family, his friends, his old life. But if he said no to Chief Martinez, would he even be able to return to his wife and kids as he is? Would they accept his story? Believe him when he were to tell them who he is?

"I'll do it." Robbie looked at the chief with determination. "Nomás digame lo qué tengo que hacer."

Robbie felt a surge of valor coursing through his veins. He knew the risks involved—the dangers of taking on and dismantling a powerful cartel from the inside. But Robbie was never one to back down from a challenge. He was determined to do whatever it took to rid the streets of drugs and violence, to make his city a safer place for its citizens, but most importantly his family who'd have to carry on without him. Although a little hope remained that after all was said and done, the Chief would even be able to carry out his end of the deal and he'd soon be able to reunite with his family.

Cover of Darkness

Celebration of 3k followers! Thank you all again for getting me this far, it really means a lot. Decided to write this eye-wateringly long 12k piece in celebration, so you have been warned if you hit 'read more'. Enjoy!

Mission 1 - Mission 2

“Come in Agent Lyons, please take a seat.” The handsome older man said as Killian strode into his boss’s office. “I take it you know why you’re here?”

Killian nodded. “Yes Sir. Mission briefing said long-term undercover work, but didn’t say where or for how long.”

His boss, who only ever known by his last name Andrews, smiled knowingly. “Well that’s what I wanted to bring you in here to talk about. You see, I wanted you to find out from me first where you’ll be undercover, knowing the consequences if you refuse.” Andrews idly fiddled with the gold and purple ring on his finger as he spoke; some family heirloom Killian knew he never removed. “You’re a good agent though, so I trust you’ll do what needs to be done.”

“Of course Sir, always.” Killian forced his best smile, but braced himself for the news to come.

This wasn’t standard procedure and he knew it. Andrews didn’t pull people into his office for mission briefings, he just didn’t. They collected the file, gathered what they needed and went on their way. It was that simple. So when something came in to upset that routine, Killian knew something was amiss.

“We’re sending you into the drug ring case Agent Butler is working.” Andrews said as if it wasn’t the huge bomb it was. “Which naturally means you’ll be subject to the undercover tech, though that won’t be anything new to you.”

Killian knew exactly what this meant. He knew now why his boss had broken the news to him in private too, because Killian wanted nothing more right now than to scream at his boss. He was, unfortunately, more polite than that though.

“You can’t really think I’m the right one to go undercover here Sir, can you? I’m hardly the right man to go deep cover in an all black drug ring, even with that new tech.” He was trying to be as diplomatic as possible with his choice of words, but inside he was seething. There was no way in fuck he wanted to be one of them for however long this mission was to last, not if he could help it. “Surely Butler is the obvious choice; he knows the case far better than me, he’s not seeing anyone, no family around. I don’t know how’d I’d break it to Jemma going on something this long…”

His boss’s eyes sparkled, as if he’d been expecting this reaction. “I don’t want to hear it, Lyons. I’m well aware of your… convictions, which is why I gave the handling of this case to Butler and not you in the first place. But now our hand has been forced and I'm assigning you to this since you're the only one not currently on mission. I’ve made the decision, so unless you want to lose your job and have your memory wiped of the last eight years with us, you’ll do as you’re told.”

Killian closed his eyes for a brief moment and sighed. Too much of his time had been invested in this job for him to give up everything he had earned. He’d have nothing if he didn’t do this. No job, no skills, nothing. He’d been backed into a corner with no choice but to accept the mission. To accept he was going to have to suffer through being a black man to infiltrate this gang and bring them down for good.

“Fine.” He huffed. “I’m not going to like it, but I guess I don’t really have a choice. Just any other mission, right?” Killian forced a smile, but it was a hollow one.

Andrews grinned. “Now that’s what I like to hear! I’m sure the mission will be over before you know it. You’ll be back home with Jemma in your regular life instead of the new black identity we’re going to give you.”

Killian stood up from the chair he’d been sitting in and grimaced. “Please don’t remind me Sir, I’d rather not think about this all more than I absolutely have to.”

“I’m sorry, Lyons. If I had another option, I’d take it. But as it stands, you’re the only one that fits the situation.” Andrews stood up too and gestured towards the door. “Shall we? The sooner we get you into this mission, the sooner it’ll all be over.”

“I guess so…” Killian said as he begrudgingly followed his boss out of the office. The short walk down to the labs on the lower levels was going to be one of the longest ever.

~~~

Barren and sterile was the best way Killian could describe the high-tech lab he was led into. It wasn’t somewhere he enjoyed being, and tended to avoid it unless absolutely necessary; the lifelessness of it all gave him the creeps. Harsh white walls and dark counters full of equipment Killian wasn’t paid enough to care about filled the large open-plan room he followed Andrews through. He tried to avoid the gaze of the scientists that all turned to look at him on route. Tried to ignore the whispers from those that both knew him and also knew what he was about to go through, what he would be subject to for the sake of this mission.

Andrews led him deep into the lab. As he crossed the large room, he slipped his phone out of his pocket and fired off a quick text to Jemma both explaining what he could and apologising for it all. Once done he slipped the phone back away and caught up with Andrews, who was waiting on the far side of the room. They went through a set of double doors and down a narrow corridor before they reached another set of doors that Andrews came to a stop outside of.

“Ready?” The older man said with a hand rested on the doors. “Suppose that doesn’t matter, you’ve already agreed.”

Killian tried to hide his mix of nerves and anger at the situation and nodded. “Yes Sir. I’ve left a message for Jemma, so I suppose there’s no time like the present to get this over with…”

Andrews stepped forwards and pushed the doors open to reveal a room he was all too familiar with. A translucent box-like machine stood in the centre of the room, surrounded by wires and cables that ran off to every corner of the large room. Screens attached to some of the cables with data Killian had never bothered to ask about lined the walls, with several scientists milling around.

As both men stepped inside and let the doors swing closed behind them, Andrews fell away to one side and let the scientists take over. They gave Killian a general run down of how the machine worked and what would happen to him, but it wasn’t anything he didn’t already know. This wasn’t the first time he’d used it, but any time before this had been small-scale one-off infiltration missions. A weekend spent as an older looking businessman to sway a deal; an afternoon as some roided up gym bro to acquire information and plant a tracking chip to name a few. This would be the longest he’d ever spent by far; an open-ended mission that would only finish when Andrews and Butler were satisfied they’d obtained all the information about the gang they needed.

Once the speech was over, Killian was guided over to somewhere he could strip out of his suit before they put him into the pod. It was just the same as he’d done each of the other times he’d been through this; clothes inside the machine had a habit of burning off so they’d long learned to get in naked.

Clothes removed, Killian turned to face the large grey box that held the fate that awaited him. It looked almost like a large tanning bed only vertical, and was big enough for a person to fit inside with plenty of extra space. The glass front slid open as he stepped closer to it, and Killian steeled his nerves. He hated every step he took forwards, but he knew with Andrews and the scientists watching he had no choice. Killian had to let that machine turn him into one of those thuggish black gang members.

“This better be a short mission…” He mumbled to himself as he took hold of the edge of the machine and slipped himself inside it.

The glass slid closed over the top of him and Killian braced for what was about to come. It wasn’t that the transformation hurt at all, it was quite pleasurable, it was the end result. But it was far, far too late to back out now. With the pod closed and the all too familiar sight of tiny needles that had appeared along the walls, he knew this was it.

Killian could feel the fluid under his skin as it ran out of the many needles. He was expecting to see the same neon orange under his skin as always with this process, only this time there was a deep, vibrant purple in his veins. It ran through his body and made his veins glow brighter than ever, which could only mean it was starting.

The sight of his body beneath him as he felt things kick into gear made Killian’s cock thicken with arousal. He hated the reaction a little with the end result he knew was coming, but it couldn’t be helped. He could see his lightly toned chest start to pulse and swell with each thrum of light from the fluid, as did much of the rest of his body.

With each pulse of the rich purple colour through the veins under his fair skin his body swelled and grew. He was no slouch in the gym, but this change reminded him of the gym bro he’d been recently. Every inch of him from his thighs to his shoulders were pushing out larger and thicker as he lay immobile. The power he felt rush through his body every second as he pulsed larger and wider had him rock hard, the sheer size he was packing on everywhere was more than he’d ever had before. Pecs started to block most of his vision of his lower body as they grew heavy with muscle; for a brief moment he thought he was growing breasts until his chest settled into a swollen masculine shape.

It wasn’t long before the dreaded moment came though. Just as the purple that flooded through his blood was darker than the usual vibrant light blue, so too did the tone of his skin tend. It made him shiver with revulsion with each thrum of darkness that spread out to cover his flesh, but it couldn’t be helped. Pale to a healthy tan as he reached the size he’d been as a muscled up jock a few missions ago, then beyond. As his skin darkened beyond what could reasonably be seen as a white man, so too did his muscles swell to the absolute limits of possibility. Larger and darker, further and further from his comfort zone with every second that passed. The deep purple shone through his unmistakably black skin and enormous muscular form, though he knew there was more to come.

For some reason the more sensitive parts always took the longest to change, but for the moment it was the only safe haven he had. For all of seconds longer though, as he could feel it as the purple fluid rushed up his neck and down over the length of his cock. The veins along his hard, still pale shaft glowed with the same vibrant purple as the rest of his body. As with the rest of him the light thrummed under his length, and Killian moaned out as he watched it grow larger and darker like the rest of him had. The stereotype he’d heard of black people being more well endowed than average seemed true as he stretched out from average to almost twice his original size and girth. His cock and balls were massive just as he was; even he had to admit he kind of enjoyed the idea of being more hung than he’d ever been before, even if it was in such unfortunate circumstances.

His head was the last touch to the body he’d spend the rest of this mission in. The same veins of purple danced under his vision as his handsome white face was swept over and replaced, richer and darker just as the rest of him had been. Thicker lips, a wider nose, a dense beard and tightly curled afro, all of it was drawn out of Killian to complete his new black appearance. There was no trace of the former white agent’s body left as the pod slid open once more and the new black stud stumbled out.

Killian grabbed his head and groaned as he struggled to find his balance. Getting bigger always threw him off, but this was an extreme. This body he was now stuck in was bigger than anything he’d experienced before, so it took him a second to right himself and clumsily attempt to cover himself up.

Andrews stepped forwards once Killian had caught his balance and covered his massive endowment with his hands. “There, not so bad huh Killian?” He flicked open a small stack of papers Killian hadn’t seen before, glanced at them, then back up at Killian. “Or, I suppose I should be calling you Jamal now. Jamal Rivers to be specific. That’s the identity we have set up for you.”

Killian groaned in discomfort and tried not to look down at himself. “Jamal Rivers? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…”

“Unfortunately not Jamal. That’s the mission you've agreed to, you can read about it in more detail and get up to date on the drive to your new place.” Andrews dropped the papers he’d been holding down on a workbench behind him, then gestured at one of the far walls. “You’ll be given the appropriate clothing to wear of course, which admittedly won’t be much with the route we had to take to get you in.”

“Great, thanks boss.” He forced out, though it didn’t come off nearly as nicely as he had hoped it would.

Andrews thought didn’t seem to take offence. “Come on agent, look alive. You’ve got a role to play, and I trust you’ll play it well despite your opinions on the matter.” Andrews stepped back and turned halfway towards the doors. “Now, get yourself dressed and head out. A car will drop you off close by to where you’ll be staying, you can leave the file in there once you’re done reading through it on the way over. Don’t forget to send regular updates to me about your progress, oh and loop Cynthia in too.”

“Cynthia? As in, your boss Cynthia?” Killian questioned. He’d never reported to her before, so any now puzzled him.

“She’s expressed interest in getting this particular case solved. Since it’s been open so long, and this is one of the largest undercover operations we’ve taken in a while, send your reports to both of us. I’ll make sure her private channel is enabled for you on your new phone.” Andrews placed his hand on one of the doors and pushed it open a crack. “Though, don’t expect much from her. You’ll hear from me mostly, it’s really just a formality.”

Killian just nodded as Andrews left. “Fucking great…” He sighed in his new gravelly voice.

He pointedly ignored the large mirror on the wall of the changing room as he dressed in the worn clothes he was given. He’d have to look at himself eventually, he wasn’t a fool, but the longer he could put off facing the reality of his situation the better. He wasn’t some huge black brute, those weren’t his hands that pulled up his jeans, it was all fake. This was all some cruel twist of fate, and Killian wasn’t in the least bit pleased.

That was of course until his phone vibrated with a text from Jemma. The phone he’d have to leave here in favour of the new one set up for this mission. The text wished him well and hoped he’d be out of it soon, as well as asked for a cheeky look at his undercover self. It was against protocol to even be talking to her now, and he’d rather not face the mirror, but for her he could do it. He didn’t know how long it would be before he saw her again, so this could be the last chance in months, if ever.

He looked up and grimaced at his reflection in the mirror, then schooled his expression and snapped a quick picture for her. He wished he could talk things through more with her, beg her to wait for him even though he knew the short notice deep cover was a lot to deal with, but he was out of time. He had to finish up dressing and leave, much to his dismay.

This goddamn job was going to kill this relationship just as it had the last one Killian feared. He swiped up the file Andrews had left and headed out, all the while wondering if he’d ever manage a relationship that wouldn’t be ruined by his work.

~~~

Killian folded his arms and scowled as he stood outside the door to the apartment he was told was his new place.

It had all been set up in advance he’d found out from the more detailed mission file he’d been given to read on the drive over by Andrews. A rookie agent had been tasked with using the form he was in now and hanging around the streets where the gang was most active. Homeless was the story they were going with. Evicted from his home with no compensation when the land was sold to a real estate development company looking to put luxury condos in place of the rundown, mostly rented units that were currently there. So ‘Jamal’, with no apparent family to turn to, had been forced onto the streets with only the handful of possessions he’d been able to carry. Someone had approached the rookie agent a couple of days ago and offered him a deal according to the report; work as general muscle for the gang and we’ll give you a place to live.

It was flawlessly pulled off, and the rookie had done a good job. Why he couldn’t stay in the job instead of him Killian didn’t know, all he could guess was he unfortunately had much more experience. There was a big difference between having to sit around on the street and parrot back a scripted history than having to completely fake an entire persona.

So here he was. Stood outside the apartment of whoever from this gang they were putting him up with and waiting for the dude to answer the damn door.

A couple of frustrating minutes later the door swung open and Killian was met with a sight he hadn’t been prepared for. The man that answered wasn’t the typical thug he had expected. Instead he looked modern and trendy, with tattoos and piercings, mid length dreadlocks and was shirtless to top it all off. It threw him off for a moment, since this dude was about as far from the weed smoking, gun wielding gang member he had assumed he’d be shacked up with.

“Yo! You must be Jamal right? Come in bro, I’ll show ya around.” The dude said, then stepped back from the door and disappeared inside.

Killian took a split second to remember he was Jamal now, then took the unspoken cue and followed the guy inside. The door clicked closed behind him when he gave it a nudge with his foot, but he barely heard it as he glanced around. He strolled after the mystery dude and followed him through a door opposite a set of stairs into what had to be the living room of the apartment. What apartment had stairs he didn’t know, but whoever this guy was he clearly had the money for a nice place.

“So yeah, this is me. Well, us now I guess!” His new roommate said as he turned and rested against the window ledge. “Oh, and the name’s Orion in case you didn’t already get told.”

The place was decently sized and well furnished, and even had a good view of the city. Clean, well upholstered furniture covered the living room he now found himself in, and just reaffirmed the oddness of this whole thing compared to what he had expected. Then there was the city. He’d suspected something on the ride over, but now as he looked out the window behind Orion he was sure of it. This was nowhere near where he knew the gang occupied, so why this guy who was supposedly a member lived so far out he wasn’t sure.

When Killian didn’t respond, Orion looked out the window where he was looking. His eyes widened knowingly and he nodded. “I don’t like mixing business with pleasure ya know man? Worked and lived over that part of town for a few years, and honestly it sucked. Having somewhere far enough away that I can take a real break and just vibe is really what I needed ya get me?”

Killian finally came to his senses and nodded. “I, ummm, yeah I get you. Business can really fuck up pleasure sometimes huh?” His mind drifted to his girlfriend and the burning fire that relationship was probably now going to go down in. “Some separation is gonna be nice, yeah.”

Orion smiled. “I’ll hook you up with the guys you'll be working for tomorrow morning, but for now you probably want a shower and a change of clothes yeah?” His eyes flicked to the bag on Killian’s back. “Leave that wherever, just as much your place as mine now.”

“Yeah, that’d be great.” Killian dropped the bag by the sofa, then followed as Orion led him off deeper into the flat.

As Orion gave him a tour upstairs, Killian couldn’t help but think about everything that had happened today. Orion wasn’t anything like he’d expected, he actually seemed like an alright guy. For a black gang member anyway. He wasn’t saying he liked the guy, far from it, but if there was any black dude he was going to tolerate for the length of this mission Orion wasn’t the worst.

“So yeah, bathroom is through there if you wanna shower.” Orion pointed at the door on his right, then at the one directly in front of him a few feet down the corridor. “Help yourself to my clothes through there. Your room is just past mine on the left.”

Killian glanced at where the corridor bent around to the left just past the door Orion identified as his room. He’d check that out later, but now a shower wasn’t the worst idea. Usually he’d have taken one after the shifting process, since it tended to leave the body all sweaty from exertion, but the lack of one was supposed to help with the authenticity of the homeless ruse.

“Great, cheers bro.” He replied with a slight forced smile.

Orion grinned back and slapped a hand down on Killian’s massive shoulder. “Don’t sweat it Jamal. Us dudes gotta stick together yeah?”

Killian huffed out a wordless reply, then turned and headed into the bathroom.

Once inside he locked the door and shrugged out of the ratty clothes he’d been given to wear. He knew a shower meant he’d have to once again face the reality of his situation, but there wasn’t a lot he could do. He’d just have to suck it up and get on with the mission quickly so he could get out of here quickly. Clothes discarded by the bathroom door, Killian turned the spray on and slipped in under the scalding heat.

He didn’t want to spend longer than he had to staring at his own naked body, so Killian tried to make short work. As short work of washing himself as he was able to when his shoulders almost completely filled the shower. Turning was hard, just as he struggled to lift his arms in the small space to wash his pits.

“Stupid fucking body… Stupid fucking shower…” He growled when he smacked his elbow against the wall.

As he soaped himself up, Killian felt his cock starting to get hard. The slightest throb as his hand travelled down over his meaty chest, a remnant he knew from the process of the transformation. It always left him wired, and more often than not he’d get it out of his system in one way or another fairly fast. Now though he forced himself to just ignore it and focus on the water. Touching that thing between his legs wasn’t what he wanted to do; even if it was his and tempting as fuck because of the size he’d prefer not to be stroking a black cock if he could avoid it.

Instead he switched the shower from scalding hot to freezing cold and let that wash his arousal away. As he adjusted to the new temperature he finished off what he had left of himself to clean. He tried to stay as clinical and efficient as he could with it all, the less he thought and the more he just got on with it the less annoyed he’d get. That and it would get him out of the ice cold water he was forcing himself through sooner.

There was already a spare white towel hung on a heated rack by the too small cubicle when Killian stepped out. He swiped it up and dried off a little, then slung it around his waist. It only barely fit, but it’d survive the short walk from the bathroom to Orion’s room for something to wear. With how crazy big he was Killian was ever so slightly concerned if there would even be anything reasonably sized.

There wasn’t.

Killian tried several different things, but he was so ridiculously massive now and Orion’s wardrobe was full of stuff on the tighter, trendier end of things. So nothing that would fit him, besides underwear. It was pretty much the last thing he wanted to do, but Killian was forced to pull some underwear on and traipse back downstairs, since he’d accidentally destroyed and subsequently binned his old clothes when he’d caught them on the door handle on the way in. He’d have to get used to his new strength.

“Bro, there’s nothing that fits!” He shouted as he stomped back down the stairs.

When he got to the living room again he paused in the door in just the purple briefs. Orion looked up with wide eyes, and Killian could see it. That familiar hunger that he’d seen on some of the dudes he’d had to fuck for missions in the past. The look that roamed over whatever body he was in like they were eating him up, and that was exactly what flashed over Orion’s face for a moment. As much as he didn’t enjoy being stared at like a piece of meat, he tried his best not to react and files that information away for later; maybe he could use that to get info out of the guy.

“Ah, yeah sorry man I should have thought of that.” Orion smiled apologetically but didn’t take his eyes off Killian’s massive chest. “My shit will be too small, though I might have something from an ex laying around somewhere that’d fit.” He pushed himself up off the sofa and stepped towards where Killian was standing in the door. “Hold tight here Jamal and I’ll go grab what I can yeah?”

Killian forced himself to nod in recognition at getting addressed once again as Jamal. “Yeah, sure man, thanks.” He said as he slumped down on the sofa and pulled his bag over.

The new crummy phone they’d given him was inside, and it was high time he checked in and gave them confirmation he’d arrived and was in place whilst he was alone. Killian sighed as he pulled it out and switched the thing on; this was going to be one hell of an undercover mission.

~~~

The next few months for Killian went far smoother and easier than he had expected. He had assumed ‘general muscle’ meant he’d have to act the part of the typical violent criminal; stealing, beating people up and general mayhem. Only he’d found he spent more of his time as a driver for the higher ups and being stood around to look intimidating. His biggest issue was he hadn’t been able to gather all that much information yet. Despite being around a lot of the guys that seemed to run the gang, they were always very private when they were talking business. Hushed whispers he was always stationed too far away to hear as the new guy, and that was if he was even in the same room. They spent a lot of time at clubs the gang owned, clubs he could only assume had to be a front for some type of drug ring. 

Besides the work though, there were other things he noticed. Chief among them how people looked at him. He’d be walking down the street and people would cross to avoid him; he’d get stopped and searched by cops on his way home from the gym for no good reason; even little things like getting passed up by store employees in favour of dealing with the white customers first. It was the little things that pissed him off, and it took a good couple of months for Killian to realise why. It hadn’t even crossed his mind that all this was happening because he was in a black body now. 

He’d also rather regrettably become far more used to his own reflection. Killian wasn’t exactly pleased at the familiarity he felt when someone called out the name ‘Jamal’, or by the loss of discomfort from his own reflection, but after so many months he couldn’t be surprised. And, if he had to be honest, this body wasn’t the most terrible thing ever. Sure he wasn’t a huge fan of being black, but he couldn’t deny it had grown on him a little; at least enough that he didn’t want to claw his own skin off anymore. He still wanted to go back to being his regular white self at the end of this damn mission, but being an admittedly attractive black man was better than being some ugly nerd or god forbid a woman. He had a cock, and a big one at that, he had muscles on top of muscles, and was overall not bad looking at all. For a black man.

~~~

“You really think us going to the gym together is a good idea man?” Killian said as he followed Orion through rows of equipment.

Orion glanced over his shoulder and grinned. “Of course it is Jamal! Come on, we’ve been roomies for how many months now, and not once have we worked out together.” He paused by one of the machines and gave Killian’s massive chest a friendly slap. “Guy as big as you, I bet you’ve got some great workout tips for me.”

As much as he wanted to say he didn’t, Killian probably could help Orion out a little in the workout department. He’d taken to it like a fish to water over the last few months, but that was often the case for new bodies like this one. There was always some level of instinct when working out in a customised body, and that combined with the amount of them he’d been in for various undercover missions over the years he’d picked up a lot.

“Yeah, I suppose I could help your skinny ass out.” Killian grinned back at Orion.

Killian slapped a hand down on Orion’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Let’s get to it then yeah man? Having a regular spotter is pretty useful if this is gonna be a thing.”

As the two got started with their chest workout, Killian couldn’t help but dwell on his growing friendship with Orion. To begin with he wanted nothing to do with the man unless absolutely necessary for work stuff. Distant and focused on his work was the vibe he curated, but Orion hadn’t let that stop him. The guy was almost too friendly for his own good. It had worked though, and Killian hadn’t been able to help but let the dude in. They ate breakfast together most days, sat around and watched movies, Orion had even persuaded him to get into smoking weed together occasionally somehow. He told himself at first it was all only for the mission, but part of him knew that wasn’t true. Orion, despite Killian’s reservations, was a nice dude and a decent friend. 

And it seemed, a beast in the gym. 

“Fucking hell Jamal, how much do you bench?! Crazy shit, but I bet you could go higher.” Orion said as he loaded another plate on each side of the bar Killian had been lifting rather effortlessly. 

Despite being able to lift heavier than the other man, Orion’s stamina and drive to keep going harder was endless. More weight, more reps, heavier and harder than Killian usually went alone. It felt good though, because in turn he pushed right back. Encouraged and spotted Orion through the few reps at the heavier weights he tried, and gave him the odd little bit of advice on how to hold himself or which exercises to do. It was all together, far better than working out alone. 

“Dude, we’ve got to do this more often!” Orion had the widest smile on his face as they stood together on the gym floor once their workouts were done. “That absolutely killed man.”

Jamal smiled. “Yeah, I actually think I’d like that.” He said genuinely. 

As the pair left the gym, Killian barely noticed how he’d thought of himself as Jamal instead of Killian for a moment. For a brief second he’d just been a black jock working out with his roommate instead of a secret agent on a mission. He’d felt closer to being Jamal who had just enjoyed a workout with a friend instead of Killian trying to make progress with a target. And it hadn’t felt wrong enough for him to even notice.

~~~

As it turned out, that trend only continued over the coming months. Killian repeatedly had moments where things just felt natural as Jamal as he had in the gym. At first they were small enough little blips he didn’t notice them, but that only lasted a week or so. After that he began to notice how easily he sometimes responded to being called Jamal, how he didn’t feel lost and out of place in his body every morning when he woke up. And it only grew as the months went on. Every week that passed he felt more and more settled in his skin; it was a feeling he knew he should probably hate but couldn’t bring himself to.

The more time he spent on this mission, the more Killian saw that the people he’d been assigned to investigate were just normal dudes. They drank, they joked around, they worked out just like he did. They were nice too. He’d realised he felt like he was being held at arm's length from them because he was holding himself there, not the other way around. Killian had wanted so strongly not to be around the black dudes unless he had to he’d made himself come off as cold, so once he started letting himself do it he saw them for who they really were. Just people. Not drugged up thugs, not violent criminals, just regular people running a regular business.

All of it made him think hard. All the time he spent with Orion, the moments where feeling like Jamal was easy, every time he saw his new face reflected back at him. He was committed to the mission, of course he was, but there just wasn’t anything to find. Almost nine months had shown him that much. That and maybe he’d been wrong about his less favourable opinions of people that weren’t white like he used to be. They were just trying to get by like he was; and he’d been one of them for over half a year now too. He was black, and he didn’t dislike that idea as much as he used to anymore, if at all. He could be Jamal.

~~~

“Come on Orion, where the hell are you taking me??” Jamal called after the other man. That name had felt much more his in recent months, so Killian was making an attempt to think of himself that way. “We’ve been walking for like 20 minutes!”

Orion paused and rested back against the abandoned trailer he’d been about to walk past. “Not been getting your cardio in?” His eyes glinted with mischief. “Big lug like you, I’m not surprised you can’t keep up in this summer heat.”

Jamal scoffed and jogged to catch up to Orion. He could feel the other man’s eyes on his chest over the short distance, though he couldn’t exactly blame him. There wasn’t anywhere else to really look when his chest bounced around like crazy with each step. He’d seen the way Orion looked at him sometimes, the odd little glance when they were working out or after he came out of the shower. He knew Orion was gay, he’d suspected as much for a while. It used to bother him a lot more than it did now. Now he’d seen what a solid dude his roommate was. 

“I can keep up just fine.” He said as he stood now beside Orion. “Now where the hell are we going bro? I’m sweating up a storm, it’s fucking roasting out here.”

Orion’s eyes flicked over Killian’s sweat slicked body and he smirked. “You’ll see, it’s just around this corner I promise.”

He glanced down at the hand Orion offered and gladly took it. He was curious just what the hell the man wanted to show him, and why they couldn’t just drive there. Orion smiled and tugged their joined hands, and Killian, Jamal, stumbled after his roommate. Just as promised, Orion tugged him down past the abandoned trailer before they came to a stop. It had been obscured by the slope of the hill they’d just walked up then the trailer, but now he could see why Orion had made such a fuss about coming out here.

Below them was a gorgeous view of the city. The sun was just beginning to set which made the light dance through the glass of the buildings perfectly. He hadn’t realised this hill that overlooked the city had been here, or that it was so close to their apartment. The view was stunning if Jamal had to describe it; everything below looked far smaller as the city glistened in the sunlight.

“I used to come up here all the time when I was a kid, still do sometimes when I’m stressed.” Orion’s voice from beside him said after a couple of moments passed. “Just run away and let the size of it all put things into perspective.”

Jamal glanced to his left where Orion was standing and gazing out at the city. There was a small, soft smile on his face, and a satisfied look in his eyes. This place clearly did mean a lot to him. The late early evening light framed his profile in a way that highlighted every defined inch of his handsome features; a couple of beads of sweat trickled down over his defined pecs and down the grooves of his abs. Killian had never seen anyone more beautiful.

The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks. He couldn’t deny it was true either. That was the worst, or perhaps best, thing about it. Jamal knew he’d never found anyone as attractive as he did Orion. Sure, he’d had sex with plenty of men before, but that was only for work. Or, that’s what he’d always thought anyway. Now he wasn’t so sure.

Orion glanced over and frowned. “What? Do I have something on my face or something?”

“No, no it’s nothing.” Jamal waved a dismissive hand and looked back out at the city. “I see why you like this place. It’s relaxing in a way.”

“It is, isn’t it? Always sort of been my happy place.” Orion said wistfully.

“Well… I’m glad you felt like sharing it with me.”

Orion’s eyes flicked back over, and that same small smile way back. “Always man, always.”

Jamal felt a warmth swell within his chest as he held his roommate's gaze. He felt more for this man than he first realised, and it was only now hitting him.

~~~

He had it bad for Orion. That was his biggest take away from the next few months. Jamal felt like a schoolgirl that had her first crush on a boy, which wasn’t far off accurate. This was the first time he’d had any sort of desire for a man beyond just a random hard fuck, and it threw him. At first he didn’t quite know what to do with himself when Orion was around, but after a little while he realised all he had to do was be normal. 

So he made more of an effort to make time outside work and the pointless mission to spend with Orion. They worked out together regularly still, had for a long time, but outside that he made more of an effort to eat with Orion, hang out and watch stuff, anything to be closer. Just spent time with him like anyone else would, Orion being a dude didn’t change what he had to do with his emotions, even if this was new territory.

And it seemed to work. Whether it was conscious or not, Orion noticed how much more time he and Jamal spent together. Both men started subtly flirting with each other in little ways, a touch that lingered slightly too long or a compliment where there wouldn’t have been one before. Neither made a concrete move on the other though. Just allowed the heat between them to simmer under the surface of every interaction; the only question was when would that heat bubble over?

~~~

“Room for one more in there?” Orion said from his position rested against Jamal’s bedroom door.  

Jamal looked up from where he was sprawled out on his bed and smiled at Orion. “If you’re a cuddler then sure.”

Orion stepped wordlessly closer as the larger man shuffled himself over on the bed. The towel around his waist almost slipped off, so he grabbed it as Orion took a seat on the corner. That same unspoken air of tension hung between the two, the same one that'd been there for the last several months. Jamal wasn’t an idiot; he knew what it was. He’d known for a while what he felt for his roommate, ever since that day on the hill, even if it had seemed unbelievable when all this started. They’d danced around it for at least a couple of months, if not longer, when lingering eyes and flirtatious comments had become a daily, if not hourly occurrence.

He should have seen this coming when he’d realised early in the mission that Orion was gay, but back then he hadn’t been able to even fathom the possibility of being where he was now. Back then he still hated everything about the mission and his body, and was about a million miles deep in the closet. He’d never had any desire for anything more with a man than friendship, and only ever had sex with them when he needed to. Orion had changed all that though. Jamal had been given a chance to open his eyes, and his heart to something he’d been taught he shouldn’t want. He was a man, it was his duty to be strong and raise a family with a loving wife, that’s what his father had always said. Only now he’d met a guy that was friendly, smart, and objectively attractive now he’d learned how backwards he used to be.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when a voice, Orion’s voice, spoke from beside him. “Aren’t you meant to be somewhere tonight? I know the guys have something going on, you’re usually there for backup, aren’t you?”

Jamal nodded. “Yeah, I’m not in a rush though. Won’t really get going until later probably so I’ve got time.” He rolled his head to the side and let his eyes roll up Orion’s side to his face. “Besides, I’ve got a nice view here so why move?”

Orion snorted out a laugh. “Damn, coming right out swinging huh? You’re really on your flirt game today, straight boy.”

The slight laugh from Orion continued as he slapped a hand down on Jamal’s beefy chest. It was meant to be a playful swat, but instead of letting Orion pull his hand away Jamal caught it and held it there.

“About that. I’m a little less straight than you think…”

Orion blinked. “What exactly do you mean by ‘a little less straight’ Jamal?”

“I mean…” Jamal paused. He wasn’t exactly sure what to say to that. He knew he wasn’t completely straight, not when it came to Orion, but beyond that he hadn’t really thought about it. Was he gay? Bi? He didn’t know. “Well, why did you think I was straight?” He countered.

“I guess you only ever mentioned you used to have a girlfriend, so I naturally assumed…” Orion trailed off and fixed his gaze down at their joined hands.

“That I was a pussy obsessed straight man, allergic to the touch of another man?” Jamal finished for him. “I thought so too, then I met you. Now…” Jamal squeezed their shared hands. “Now this is the least of it.”

Orion laughed. “The least of it? You should tell me more, because I’ve been fantasising about you since the moment you walked into the living room in only my underwear that first day.”

Jamal blushed slightly. He’d hated every moment of that day back then, but now he could only see it as the first day of freedom from the man society had told him to be. Things were different now though. This last year had opened his eyes to a lot of things he’d never thought about or experienced before, and he was better for it now Orion had opened up that tough shell of his. Though, there was still one thing he hadn’t mentioned. One thing that was killing him to keep hidden from the man he’d grown attached to.

“I’m an undercover spy.” He blurted out before he could stop himself.

Orion blinked, then frowned. “Sorry, what? Can you say that again for me?”

“I’m a spy. Undercover.” Jamal repeated. “All this feelings talk… I don’t think I could carry it on without coming clean.”

Orion shifted on the bed until he was laying down almost on top of Jamal, their hands still clasped. “You’re going to have to do some explaining, because right now I think you’re having me on.”

So that’s what he did. He explained all about the technology that put him in this body, about what he’d been asked to do, and even about his life before this. His phone served as proof enough with all the history of reports back to Andrews, even if those reports conveyed no actual useful information. Jamal knew he couldn’t keep lying to Orion, not when they’d grown so close, not when he held the feelings he did. Once he was finished, Jamal waited nervously for a response. Rejection was what he was expecting, and would be the most understandable reaction given he’d basically just admitted to betraying his trust. He didn’t know what this meant for the mission, but he couldn’t keep lying.

“Is it weird if I think that’s stupidly hot?” Orion said.

Jamal blinked. That hadn’t been what he was expecting at all. “Is it- huh? What?”

Orion shuffled up a little and kissed Jamal’s cheek. “You used to be some racist white asshole, and now you’re here admitting you’ve got feelings for me? That’s hot.”

“What about the whole spy thing?”

“I mean, you’ve seen it this last year just as much as me. We’re not doing anything illegal, it’s just a group of dudes that run a few clubs and hang out.” Orion shrugged a little. “You almost said as much in those reports; you’ve been at this a year and found nothing, because there’s nothing to find.”

“So… Us? We’re good?” Jamal said nervously.

“We’re good. Despite what you might think, you haven’t actually done anything to fuck me over, and who you were doesn’t matter.” With his free hand, Orion softly stroked a thumb back and forth across Jamal’s cheek. “It’s who you are now I care about. And if you really were like you said you were before, then I’m impressed with how far you’ve come, how much you’ve grown.”

Jamal breathed a sigh of relief. Having the secret he’d been carrying for the last year off his chest at last felt good. Better than good. “Grown is right. You should have seen what my old self looked like, I was less than half the size I am now.” He said, far more relaxed now than he was moments ago.

“Really? I’d never have guessed.” Orion squeezed Jamal’s pec under his hand a little and smirked. “Honestly, I wouldn’t have even guessed you weren’t black before this. You're one hell of an actor huh?”

Jamal shrugged slightly. “Well, it’s not really an act anymore. It’s strange, but I suppose spending a year like this will change a person.”

“Change for the better if you ask me.”

Jamal smiled softly down at Orion. “I’d agree with you on that one.”

“Now you better get going huh? You’ve got places to be.” Orion said as he pushed himself up.

“Fuck no.” Jamal wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist and pulled him back down. “They’ll be fine without me for a night. I’d rather be here.”

It was Orion’s turn to get flustered. “Really? Well… If that’s the case, then we’ve got a lot of catching up to do huh?” He said with an unmistakable glint in his eyes.

Jamal thrust his hips up to grind their cocks together as they grew harder. “Months worth of catching up. Better show me my way around a black cock shouldn’t you?”

Orion grinned. “Oh I’ll be sure to show you. You’ve got a lot to learn about being black Jamal.” He lifted his hips and slipped his shorts and underwear off, then crawled his way up Jamal’s body. “And I think I know exactly where to start.”

Jamal raised an eyebrow as the other man grew closer. “Oh? And what’s that?”

Orion’s cheeky grin only grew wider as he came to sit on Jamal’s massive chest. “Well, I think you owe me an apology, after all you lied to me for a good several months.” Orion shuffled forwards and gave his rock hard cock a few strokes until the head brushed against Jamal’s lips. “A lesson and an apology all in one, how about that?”

“You want me to-”

Jamal was cut off as Orion’s cock slipped past his plump lips. He was taken by surprise, but the horny, cheeky look on the face of the man above him said everything. This was a game, and it was one he was happy to play. He grabbed Orion’s hips and pulled the hunk closer, which forced his cock deeper into Jamal’s mouth.

Above him, Orion groaned low and deep. “Damn… You can suck cock can’t you? Sure you were straight before all this?”

Jamal’s only response was to suck Orion’s cock down to the root, right deep into his throat. This wasn’t his first time having sex with a dude, far from it, so he had plenty of experience to tap into. Though, this was his first time with a man he actually cared about. The first time he’d sucked a cock that he wanted to please rather than just for a mission. So, as he sucked and swirled his tongue around the head, Jamal did his absolute best to please Orion.

“Think that’s as good of a no as I’m gonna get, no straight boy sucks cock this good!” Orion said as he thrust his hips a little into Jamal’s mouth.

The room was filled with Orion’s moans. Each deep groan of pleasure drove Jamal on and pushed him to suck harder; Orion’s moans sounded beautiful and he wanted as many of them as he could get. Those moans were cut off though, much to his dismay, when he watched the body above him start to move. Legs swung over his head and the cock in his mouth twisted around, then all of a sudden he felt a warm mouth on his own hard cock.

Jamal’s eyes widened and he moaned around the cock in his mouth. That moan made Orion shift his hips down involuntarily into Jamal’s mouth, which set both men in motion to suck each other off like no tomorrow. They fell into a good rhythm with each other as both thrusted into the other’s mouth and in turn sucked the cock in theirs, forming a horny pile of gorgeous black muscle. Jamal had never had sex quite like this before. Not with his ex-girlfriend, not with any of the dude’s he’d hooked up with for missions.

As the two black hunks continued to 69, both could feel the end coming. Jamal had to try his absolute hardest to not cum from how mind blowing sex with intense emotion was, and he could tell by the way Orion moved he wasn’t far off either. Any second both of them would explode and Jamal would get his first of what he hoped to be many loads of cum from Orion.

A long moaning sound around his cock was the only warning Jamal got before warm cum hit the back of his throat. It was salty and not a taste he usually enjoyed the few times he’d sucked men off in the past, now it was different though. Now he couldn’t get enough of the cum that was flooding into his mouth and swallowed it all eagerly. Or, at least as much of it as he was physically able to with how much there was. Seconds later he too blew his load as Orion finally finished shooting in what felt like his first real experience of sex with another dude.

Orion collapsed down on top of Jamal and rolled himself so they were face to face again after they’d both spent a minute recovering. “So? Enjoy?”

Jamal nodded. “Never had better sex, like holy fuck was that shit intense.” He said, then pulled Orion into a brief sweet kiss.

Once they parted Orion smiled as he rested his head on Jamal’s massive chest. “We’re sharing a room now, yeah? Ain’t no way I want to sleep alone if I’ve got you to curl up to.”

“One fuck and you already want to move in together? Damn, you gay men move fast don’t you?” He received a hard slap on his free pec in response, which made him chuckle. “Yeah, we can share a room. I suppose we’ll do it accidentally anyway after all the sex I imagine that’s going to happen…”

“You’re learning, that’s good.” Orion grinned up at him. “This is only the beginning. Now you’re mine there's so much to do together.”

“We’ve got all the time in the world.” Jamal kissed the top of Orion’s head. “All the time we want together.”

~~~

The next few weeks were a whirlwind of emotions. Jamal had never actually dated a man before; he’d fucked plenty for work, but this was new territory. It was easy though. Being affectionate with Orion came more naturally than the previously straight man thought it would be. They kissed, they cuddled, they even shared a bed almost every night after they fucked. It was suffice to say they had a lot of sex. A lot of hard, sweaty sex that ended with a variety of surfaces in their shared apartment covered in cum. He hadn’t known how nice it could feel to be doing all this with someone he cared about more than any girl he’d dated in the past.  

It wasn’t all happy days though. A girl had been killed the day Jamal skipped out on work to be with Orion, and not just any girl. The daughter of the police chief. None of the gang knew where the gun had come from or why security had missed it, but shots had been fired by someone in one of the clubs and hit her. Then, somehow, Jamal was dragged into the station and accused of being the one that fired the shot. His alibi was solid though; the guy on reception at his and Orion’s place could verify that neither man had left the building. Both had been puzzled as to why him specifically over others that had been there, since none of the other guys in the gang had been pulled in and gone down on as hard as Jamal was. 

It was a small blip though in what was otherwise a nice couple of months with Orion. He still gave weekly reports to Andrews and Cynthia, even if he knew there wasn’t a whole lot to report on. He idly wondered just how long it would be before they realised there wasn’t anything to find, as much as Andrews and Butler might want there to be. All he did was to keep doing what he was doing, dating Orion and giving his bosses pointless updates.

~~~

“-top story. A government agent has-”

Orion muted the TV. “Jamal! Get in here!” He called at the top of his voice.

Jamal strolled in with a frown. He had his phone in hand, and had been in the middle of reading through a message from Andrews when Orion called him in.

“You know that guy?” He nodded towards the TV, then unmuted it.

When Jamal turned to the TV, he froze at what he saw.

GOVERNMENT AGENT IMPLICATED IN MAJOR CRIME

That headline should have been enough alone to make his blood run cold. It wasn’t though. What did it was the face he saw splashed across the screen as the broadcast continued. His face. Or, more accurately, the face that until a year ago had belonged to him. The face of Killian Lyons.

The broadcast cut to a shot of what Jamal recognised as the agency building he worked at. In front of it was a large crowd of reporters, gathered around who Jamal recognised as himself. It couldn’t be him for obvious reasons, but with the technology the agency had he knew it wasn’t impossible to see his own skin standing there.

“It’s all true. Now all the evidence is out in the open I can’t exactly deny it; all the leaks of sensitive information to foreign intelligence was by me. I’ve realised now I was misled by those I was giving the information to, but that doesn’t change what I did.” The Killian on the screen said.

A reporter thrust their microphone forwards. “Do you care to comment on the death of the police chief’s daughter a few months ago? It was originally slated as gang activity, but now it’s being reported that you were at fault for that too?”

‘Killian’ did his best to look apologetic. “It was. An unfortunate case of wrong place wrong time in an undercover operation. I can’t begin to apologise for what happened, and take full responsibility for the consequences.”

“Yeah I know him. That’s me.” Jamal said in a flat tone as he stared, stunned, at the TV.

“You? What do you mean that’s y-” Orion’s eyes went wide with realisation. “Wait, you mean you before all this? Damn, you really weren’t kidding about being a lot smaller.”

Jamal frowned as he watched himself keep talking. There was a ring on the guy’s finger that he knew didn’t belong to him, and also didn’t exactly fit the generic smart suit ‘Killian’ was wearing. Simple gold band, with what looked like some type of purple crest stamped in a circular disk on top. But he’d seen it before, many times before. On his boss’s finger. Andrews never took the damn thing off.

“That’s my boss. In my skin. What the fuck is he doing?” He stated whilst his brain tried to wrap itself around what he’d realised.

“Your boss? The one you sent those reports to?” Orion asked. “This is that tech you told me about right?”

Jamal nodded. “I’d just got a message from him now.” He waved the still unlocked phone in his hand. “Said they were going to pull me out soon because they had what they wanted, but we both know that’s bullshit.”

“So what?” Orion frowned. “They’re throwing you under the bus? Because you didn’t kill that girl, you were with me that night. And I can only assume you didn’t leak whatever information they’re saying you did.”

Orion was right. He was being scapegoated here. Andrews, and maybe Butler too now he thought about it, had gotten in too deep with something, and now he was being set up as the way out. Convenient for a guy that couldn’t defend himself. Only, there might just be one option left for him, one Andrews had forgotten about.

“I’ve got to speak to Cynthia.” Jamal said and swiped open his phone.

It was a longshot and he knew it. Not once had she ever responded to any reports or had any input like Andrews had, radio silence. That had come at an advantage now though, as it had given Andrews time to forget he could even contact her. So now as he typed out an emergency message to her, and he made sure only her, he was worried about his chances. There was a reassuring hand on his back as he frantically typed through the secure channel, which definitely helped calm his nerves.

Jamal hit send, then dropped his phone to the sofa. “All I can do is wait and hope she isn’t in on it.”

Orion smiled a half smile. “Whatever happens, I’m here okay?”

Instead of saying anything, Jamal just pulled Orion into a kiss. Kissing the younger man was the best stress relief he could ask for.

~~~

Jamal let out a low groan of pleasure as he groped his soap covered pecs. He’d been in the shower for what was probably far too long now he knew, but a couple more minutes wouldn’t hurt. It was an excuse to feel himself up a little which he absolutely wasn’t going to pass up, and an excuse to jerk off and drain his massive balls. 

Which he’d done already. Twice. 

Now he really needed to wash the last of the soap off himself and see what Orion was up to, but he could take a little extra time doing that. He could take a little extra time to flex and watch the water trail down over his enormous biceps; he could take a little extra time to moan as he touched himself and enjoy the deep rumble of his voice. 

The slam of the bathroom door shocked him from his self worship though. A startled Jamal turned to see what had caused the noise, only to see Orion burst into the room with Jamal’s phone raised to his ear. His eyes were wide and he was nodding along absently as he listened to whoever was speaking on the other end of the line. Jamal frowned and switched the shower off, then stepped out and grabbed a towel. He tucked it around his waist quickly then motioned for Orion to hand him the phone.

“It’s Cynthia.” Orion whispered as he passed the phone over.

Jamal’s eyes widened as he raised the phone to his ear. “Hello? Ms. Blackwood?”

“Please, call me Cynthia Killan.” The woman’s voice on the other end of the line said. He was too shocked that she’d even called to notice or care what name she’d addressed him with. “I’ve looked over the machine logs, and Andrews has indeed used it twice in the period around when I assumed your broadcast was. It might take a couple more days, but if the evidence I’ve gathered about his activities so far are anything to go by, I’ve got him.”

Jamal could barely speak. She’d got him? Just like that? “So, you believe me?” He eventually blurted out.

There was a slight chuckle on the other end of the call. “If I didn’t I wouldn’t be calling you. Something felt off when Andrews said he’d pulled you out of the mission because he had what he needed, especially since from all your reports you hadn’t yet found anything. Then the live confession happened full of details that should never have leaked to the press. Suffice to say

“You’re done Agent Lyons. Your mission is officially over, even if that’s basically a formality at this point.” There was a momentary pause followed by the distant sound of typing before Cynthia spoke again. “I’ll contact you again when I’m ready for your debrief.”

Jamal sighed with relief. “Thank you ma’am. I’ll be there.”

They said goodbye and hung up after that. Jamal set the phone down by the sink then ran his hands over his face. When he dropped them he couldn’t hide the massive grin on his face.

“Good news then?” Orion raised a questioning eyebrow.

Jamal nodded. “The best.”

“What did s-” Orion started, but was cut off by Jamal’s lips on his.

The two kissed hungrily as the towel slipped from Jamal’s waist and hit the floor. He barely noticed though, as he was too busy celebrating his, their, victory. The marathon of a mission was finally, officially over and he could be himself again. Though that self was a far cry from the one that had come into this mission. No, that self was exactly who he was now; huge, black and making out with his boyfriend. Just how he wanted to be.

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Epilogue - Light of Day

He’d met Cynthia Blackwood in person all of once before today. As his former boss’s boss, he’d never had much of a reason before now. There was a single work function a few years ago when they’d had their only face to face conversation longer than a split second hello, but even that had been somewhat brief and formal. 

Scarily calm was the best way he could describe the tall, silver haired woman before him. Cynthia was the type of woman, he’d heard, that could have a building literally collapsing around her and she’d still have the air of someone that was relaxing on a beach in the Bahamas. Pristine and unshakable, the definition of a force to be reckoned with. Which was why Jamal was shitting himself to be sitting alone in her office despite the knowledge she was on his side. 

“So Agent Lyons, I assume you’re aware of why you’re here.” She said in her signature smooth steely voice.

Jamal nodded. “Yes ma’am. The, umm, Andrews and Butler situation?” He hazarded a guess, unsure of what else it could be. 

“Oh, that’s all dealt with, they’re off to spend a good long time in a very unpleasant cell.” Cynthia waved a hand dismissively. “No, I wanted to talk to you about your future here Agent Lyons.”

He’d known of course that she’d done enough to get the two of his former colleagues out of the way, but them already on their way to prison was a little surprising. He hadn’t even given a full official statement, beyond what had been in the panicked message a couple of weeks ago. She really was as good as they said.

“Of course, that is if you still want a future here Agent Lyons. You’re a good agent, I’d hate to lose you over this but I understand if you do leave Killian.” She continued when he gave no response. 

Jamal winced a little at the use of his old name. For almost a year now he’d been used to Jamal, or occasionally Agent Lyons when he interacted with Andrews. He was realising only now how strange and distant that name felt after so long. The funniest thing about this all was how unintentional it had all been; he had barely noticed the point where he’d slid being used to and thinking of himself as Killian to when he’d been far happier and more used to being known as Jamal. 

“Could you call me Jamal instead of Killian? If it isn’t too much trouble ma’am? After everything I’ve seen and been through, Killian honestly feels like a whole other person.”

He was met with a warm smile. “Of course Jamal. I can get all your official records updated too, if that’s what you’d prefer.” Cynthia paused for a brief moment, glanced at her computer screen off to her left, then back to him. “There’s not exactly a delicate way to say this, so I’ll just come right out with it. Are you planning on staying in this black body and leaving the former white one behind for good now?”

Jamal had given it plenty of thought over the course of the mission. At the start before he got close to Orion that question would have been an easy one, ‘no way in fuck put me back’. But since then, since the time spent with the man he now loved deeply had opened his eyes and helped him free of the bigoted shell he was in, he’d been in a freefall towards the other end of that scale. 

“That’s correct, if it’s an option available to me I’d like to stay as I am.” He said with a quick gesture down at his hunky black self. “I know it’s a little unorthodox and definitely against protocol, but I’m happier like this than I’ve ever been.”

The warm smile on Cynthia’s face grew. It was one that felt slightly uncharacteristic of what he knew of her, but he got the sense that there was more to his new boss than met the eye. “I think, given the circumstances, it’s perfectly acceptable. It’s really the least I could do for you after what those two did, and attempted to do, so consider it settled Agent Lyons.”

She opened her mouth and started to correct herself to the last name Jamal had used when undercover, but he held a hand up to stop her. “It’s alright. I like Jamal Lyons, it fits. Enough of the old me and the new I’d say.”

Cynthia spent a couple of seconds typing at her computer before she addressed Jamal again. “I’ll make the necessary arrangements for you. Tech will sort you with new ID’s, passports and all that, and sort out getting your name changed on any and all official documents currently under your former name.” Cynthia stood, smoothed down the red and gold pantsuit she was wearing, then held a hand out in Jamal’s direction. “As much as the circumstances are somewhat unfortunate, I’m glad we finally got a chance to properly meet. Give Orion my best, and I look forward to working more with you Jamal.”

Jamal blushed slightly at the mention of his boyfriend, but nodded as he shook Cynthia’s hand, “Thank you ma’am, and I will.”

With that, Jamal turned and headed out of the office. There would be one quick stop downstairs to see the tech guys, but then he’d be off home to his boyfriend. The gorgeous, amazing boyfriend who had saved him; from both his former colleagues and from himself. Under the cover of darkness they had found each other, and now in the light of day they were together at last.