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Skillful Masseuse

A gift for @mindmelter

"How does he feel? All good inside of him?"

"Man.....you really did some number down there. Fuck, my mind feels foggy, I think you really managed to squeezed out every last bit of him that I don't want to consume,"

"Yeah well, practice makes perfect. You are like....what, my 78th guy or something? It's unacceptable if I cannot empty a guy consistently by the time I reached the 50th guy. Ah, yeah, the 50th guy, that was the biggest one, and the one giving me the toughest fight,"

"Well, entertain me while I recover then. Tell the story,"

"Oh, okay. So, it's this guy named Tamir. A big tank of a guy, Russian or something along those lines. As you know, I never started from the face for direct takeover rightaway, I started it as a real massage to lower their guard down. But of course I lathered your kind all over the body so you guys can scan the body first and absorb all the muscle memory while numbing it to the point of temporary paralysis. I think he noticed something is wrong right away because he immediately grunted

"Grrr.....why the fuck...uhhh... your oil is so fucking cold??? This is like...ffhhhuuuhh.... fucking frost bite,"

"It's what makes it special, just calm down sir. This will start to feel real good soon," I said to him back then to calm him down.

Yes he eventually calmed down, but moments later, when I lathered your kind on his neck, he started to tremble as he realized that his whole body already stiffened.

It was too late, of course, and soon I witnessed the whole liquid merged into one form and moved upward. Imagine my surprise when he flailed like a fish getting captured, his body trembled violently I thought it would snap in half and he even fell from the massage board! I legit thought your kind failed to tame him, I almost sprayed an entire bottle to his face out of panic. But luckily, he dropped back to the floor like a log as your kind rolled into his wide-open mouth. Of course he then proceeded to gave me the harshest fuck I ever received, I was unable to walk normally for 4 days and have to cancel some appointment because of that. He, being inside a shady businessman, just chuckled when I confronted him about my injury and simply thrown me 20,000 dollar as if it was nothing

"Just shut up and keep on converting, whore. You're not going to talk back to my kind as if we did not pay you back way better than what you serviced us," he said to me

"Wow, that's rude," lamented the latest client, towel already dropped to the floor

"Yeah, very. But he humiliated me further when he pointed out about my raging hard-on,"

"HAHAHAHAHAH, you got hard from all that? Man, that's on you! Me, if I got disrespected like that, oh I wouldn't let that slide,"

"Well, I did inform the most senior out of all of you for the 50th guy verbal insult. Let's just say, he got punished properly for crossing the line against me,"

"Oh fuck......what happened?"

"Oh, you'll know by yourself later. Your kind love to tell stories and gather around in country clubs etc. acting like you are talking about big business stuff when you are all just in fact sharing sex stories and scandals of your own kind. My message is, just don't be a dick to me and you'll be fine,"

"But I can put a dick inside of you, and I'll be totally fine, right?" smirked the taken over scientist, his cock elongated to a decent 7 incher and throbbed excitedly

"How else you guys would pay me after all?" Andrew said with a smirk, the fateful encounter earlier this year really turned everything around for him

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Andrew has been a masseuse for the past 2 years, but his clientele remained small and he required an extra job just to stay afloat, especially with the cost of living that skyrocketed. Of course he would never expect that somehow his massage oil package got tainted by a mad scientist with a confidential project currently worked on by NASA.

Surprised to see the ripped package in his front porch after his day job, plus the fact that he got an appointment later that evening with no more oil left, Andrew decided not to complain or requesting refund about the opened packages.

Everything went per usual. The client, named Zaid, is a regular, so he casually just stripped to his underwear and let Andrew worked his way. Just imagine Andrew's surprise when his client that seemed fine for the earlier part of the massage suddenly started to speak about the stiffness all over his body.

Andrew checked the bottle of the oil and the expiry still lasted for some times, so this is not the oil issue. Is it his movement, then? When he started to get frantic, his surprise doubled when a translucent, viper-like creature the size of a pencil hovered right below Zaid's lips. That viper-like creature, within seconds, then jabbed itself into Zaid's nose and that made him yelled in pain. That's when the creature split into two and infiltrated Zaid from both his mouth and his nose. It all happened so quickly, Andrew didn't even manage to scream as he just froze in his place, thinking that his client just died under his watch caused by some kind of freak creature. But everything turned out to be far from over as the once-screaming-and-writhing Zaid calmed himself down before opening his eyes. That's when Zaid then said

"Hello, human. Nice to meet you,"

And of course Andrew passed out

He woke up with the morning light already entered the apartment, only to realize that he's no longer in his apartment and Zaid is walking around shirtless

"Oh hey there you, finally, you wake up!"

"Oh God, Zaid, are you okay? Your body no longer feel stiff? What about that creat---"

"Pssst.....stop that. Here, let me show you what I've learned while you fell asleep,"

And that afternoon, not only Zaid shared about all his findings, he also revealed that the he's actually no longer Zaid, as the viper-like creature is already in control of his body. It explained its origin, the test NASA conducted on them and the experimentation they conducted, the mechanics on the takeover, and how Zaid already take the decision to uproot Andrew from his flat and take the masseuse under his wing

"Zaid here got plenty of friends that can be used for my kind. Will you kindly help us?"

And so, the takeover spree started. The easiest one? Zaid's roommate who was surprised when Zaid revealed that they would have additional occupant in the apartment. When the roomie protested, Zaid just sprayed him with the oil right on his face as it then stiffened moments later.

"This makes for a quick takeover, but I find it not as hot as when you unknowingly rubbed my kind all over the human body. I want you to use that skillful hand of yours and give those oblivious human the most pleasure possible before they realized how fucked they are,"

His taken over roomie quickly agreed,

"I have to rub one out before finally feeling this good. So, stick to your method and ensure all our kind received this Earth-shattering entrance as they ride on that orgasmic wave of pushing over the last remnant of the original owner of the bodies, okay? Melt their mind into cum!"

That's exactly what Andrew did ever since. With Zaid and his roommie giving rave reviews about Andrew, soon, Andrew's clientele grew massively. It reached stratospheric high he never dared to dream before thanks to the alien-converted men that endorsed him despite Andrew's so-so massaging skill. But, practice indeed makes perfect and Andrew indeed gets better at his craft with more clients handled by him as his hands methodically kneading, cupping and applying pressure with his special oil all over the body of his clients.

When they got too comfortable and their bodies already numb, that's when the alien strikes and mere minutes later, a brand new entity is in possession of the fine studs. Have they ever seen it coming? Up until now, none, never, not once, based on the memory reading of the possessed. All of them too relaxed to even put up a fight, not even the strongest man can get out from the trap and most of them even thought that the massage was that good, their body turned hella weak.

With still a bottle left, Andrew is about to finish his duty helping the alien. But it's not like the alien ever thinking to dispose him. Instead, the alien wanted to introduce Andrew to their savior. Based on their latest intel, the scientist is alive but he's in hiding as countless government organization is on the lookout for him and also still searching where the heck the scientist disposed the last surviving bits of the alien samples. Of course they will never suspect the alien samples to be poured into 5 different bottle of massage oil in a random New Mexico's suburb.

As a body swapper, I always find it incredibly fun and intoxicating to jump into new bodies while at the gym. It's the place where everyone is always at least a little horny while they work on their own bodies and goals. When I saw this cute guy posing over in the free weight section without a shirt on and a nipple piercing, I knew I had to be him.

I approached him in the cute twunk I was inhabiting and started striking up a conversation. I could tell he liked the attention, especially from a cute guy like me. I couldn't help but glare down at his bulge growing as we flirted.

What came next was a flurry of emotions as he guided me towards the men's locker room and into a bathroom stall. He shoved my body into the tight space and began fucking me right there. I knew my time would be soon.

As I moaned out and enjoyed the sensation of my stolen ass getting fucked by this absolute unit in the locker room, I readied my plan. As the jock got close and told me he was going to cum, I quickly swapped our bodies and exited the twunk. I blinked and in an instant, I was now the one doing the fucking.

I exploded into my former body and made him take all of my load into his cute ass as I pounded him and spanked his ass. Unfortunately, the twunk passed out in the swap as he fell down in the dirty locker room stall, my cum covering his ass.

I exited the stall, making sure no one was looking still and admired my new acquisition in the mirror. I flexed my new muscles and enjoyed feeling my new cock through the warm fabric of the spandex. I could definitely get used to this.

I got a text from this body's boyfriend asking for sexy gym pics. Well, I couldn't resist giving the man what he wanted. He doesn't have to know that I'm not really his boyfriend, but a complete stranger that is going to enjoy his company. Besides, maybe I'll swap into him next. Here's hoping I can impersonate this guy well enough to fool him.

Jason

I found Jason in the locker room. When I saw his body, I knew I had to have him. I waited until he got into the showers and lathered up. I gave him his injection as his back was turned. He collapsed into a pile of tattooed, skin and muscle.

I put him on right in the shower, his skin still wet. I seal myself in and look into my new face in the mirror. I like what I see.

I give my new body a quick flex in the mirror. The more I see my new muscles move under my skin the more excited I grow. I try to hide my erection. But my efforts are in vain.

I get dressed in his dirty gym clothes. I can’t help but be immersed in my new smell. Everything about my new body is in tiptop shape. I sent a quick picture to my husband to show him what’s on the menu tonight. I think he will like him too. I can’t wait to try him out and see all he’s capable of.

As Emily and Jason arrived at her house, they tried to sneak upstairs, but of course Mr. Richardson blocked their attempt as he suddenly appeared from the second floor

"Oh, walking inside my house now, Jason?"

The young jock stammered to come up with any sort of reply, but Mr. Richardson already burst to laughter mere seconds later

"Calm down, man. You know I have no issue whatsoever with you," Mr. Richardson said as he casually circled Jason's neck with his arm to embrace the young man. Jason chuckled uncomfortably while seeing at the also awkward Emily, but then Emily said

"Okay dad, can you let him go and let us go upstairs? We'll keep the door open, obviously,"

"Oh sure thing, but why don't you go clean yourself first and I'll talk with Jason in the meantime? Us men can definitely benefit from good cold beer and some sports matches on TV, there's always a sporting tournament across the globe at anytime,"

Both youngsters stared at each other, but Jason's approving nod settled Emily to let this whole thing happened. So, Emily climbed the stairs and then looked down to catch Jason's gaze for one last time before the shower as her boyfriend disappeared from her sight. Little did she know, it's the last time she's really looking at Jason's eyes

Everything went normal from Jason's perspective. He chugged his beers and the father of his girlfriend sat beside him and adding some commentary to the weightlifting competition they currently viewed, nothing really out of the ordinary, well, the fact that Mr. Richardson is shirtless and smelled of sweat and tobacco is quite a unique one since he rarely went shirtless everytime there's a guest or non-family member around the house. Is he considering him family now, Jason thought to himself. But Jason of course never prepared when the series of advance suddenly happened out of nowhere. Starting from the lounging arm of Mr. Richardson behind his head, the way the shirtless dad-body is now closer to him and the sudden more suggestive voice coming out of Mr. Richardson's mouth really took him by surprise. Right when Mr. Richardson remarked that one of the weightlifter would look nice to be kneeling on the floor begging for some big fat cock to impale his mouth, which of course surprised Jason until he tried to reply the shocking statement, the muscular arm of Mr. Richardson that previously placed behind Jason's head in the sofa suddenly grabbed the 21-years-old jock's neck and shoved it with one swift move down to his crotch. Jason have zero times to respond and he found his head rubbed all over the mesh shorts worn by Mr. Richardson. He tried to fight it but he simply cannot break free from Mr. Richardson's tight grip as the man switched the hand that held his neck to the right one for stronger pressure, leaving the left hand free. The thought of this to be mere rough-housing left the room as soon as Jason's mouth felt the growing meat underneath the fabric. His eyes went wide with horror when he also felt that Mr. Richardson's left hand started to slid into his pants and trying to find access to his straight virgin hole. His hand flailed around trying to hit and stop Mr. Richardson from further violating his body but with his sight only limited to Mr. Richardson's crotch, it becomes an aimless flapping of his muscular arm trying to inflict any sort of harm to the muscular patriarch of the Richardson's household.

So, in between inserting his fingers into Jason's hole or grabbing the jock's ass, he used his left hand to undo his shorts to give Jason a direct view of what made Emily 19 years ago. As Mr. Richardson tried to direct Jason's mouth to be impaled by his uncut monstrosity, Jason grazed the foreskin with his teeth which angered Mr. Richardson. He violently slapped Jason until the jock fell to the floor with his ear ringing for a couple seconds, which is an enough interval for Mr. Richardson to pin the jock down on the floor instead

Before Jason managed to scream to alert Emily, Mr. Richardson swiftly stuffed the jock's mouth with his mesh shorts while proceeding to undress the jock further. Mr. Richardson gleefully grinned upon seeing Jason's resistance, enjoying the sight of the quarterback muscular back writhed under duress trying to break free. He then decided that it's enough to play around and started the main agenda into motion as he spread Jason's legs wider to ensure easier entrance. He inserted three, and then four digits of his finger into the jock's stretched cunt, treating the quarterback like a bitch Mr. Richardson used to fuck after Emily's mother passed away a couple years ago. Jason obviously screamed and even cried with the assault done by his potential future father-in-law, but it's all muffled by the mesh shorts that remained stuck in his mouth. When the whole fingers eventually released with a loud schlorp, Jason is already a mess mentally and Mr. Richardson decided that it's time to seal everything. Jason already accepted the fact that his hole would be stretched wide by the monstrosity he witnessed earlier, as he can feel the spits Mr. Richardson used to lube his hole coating the entrance of his asshole. He can also feel the radiating heat of the monster hovering above, looking for tight hole to bury itself deep. But to Jason surprise, rather than instant fullness of the girth, it's something else that entered his hole. It feels cold like a breeze of icy air, and it's flowing despite nothing really entered his hole, like a ghost sensation! If he could look to his back, he would probably fight for freedom as Mr. Richardson is practically frozen in his position as he lost the driver of his body that started its migration to invade Jason's physique. The spirit of the skinny nerd left Mr. Richardson's body from all possible orifice and centered its entrance through Jason's cunted hole. The jock started to feel the foreign presence invading his body and trying to take control, yet he cannot do anything except to moan and writhe as the sensation feels like something he never experienced before. His whole body trembled violently as more of the spirit entered his hole and started to take control over one limb over the other. He tried to get himself up from the floor but his cock pulsed harder as the foreign entity take control of it and make it reach its full length. That's also when he realized that Mr. Richardson's body is like a drained husk as it easily rolled to the floor, but that's already too late for the jock as the entire spirit is already deep inside his bodily system and left Mr. Richardson's body. As his back arched to the point of almost breaking, his head also thrashed from left to right screaming and hollering with no sound due to the pleasure it experienced from the possession before one final seizure ended the fight of the resistant jock, now a mere passenger in his own body as a new driver found itself in the driving seat. Jason's exasperated face quickly turned sinister as he grabbed the hardening cock now under his full control, the nerd managed to fully take control of the jock

"Time to blow this shit inside Emily," he grinned as he started his ascend to the second floor and ready to take what's his

hey im nonbinary and i havent shaved in a few days so my beard is coming in. my friends say i look better and my boyfriend says he thinks id make a hot man. can you help me embrace being a man and give me a body to match?

No problem, bro.

Not only will I give you the body, but the attitude to match: a cocky alpha who takes zero shit from anyone.

Not like anyone's gonna give you shit when you look like this, bro!

Just ask your boyfriend.

You show him no mercy in the bedroom, bro. That is if you're patient enough to even make it to the bedroom. Which isn't often, bro. But you can't help yourself, bro. It's all that primal alpha testosterone rushing through you, bro.

When you're not wrecking your boyfriend's hole, you're at the gym: your second home. You're a fearless beast addicted to the pump and grind of his workout, bro. You go till your arms are mush and you're drenched in sweat, like any true alpha beast.

You've even dropped the nonbinary label, bro. Can't blame you. You're an unmistakably 100% masculine man now, bro!!

Ajay Boora

Showing Off My New Body

I found this hunk of a man at the flea market. As soon as he caught my eye, I knew I was destined to wear his flesh. I stalked him through the market all the way to his truck. On that hot day, he didn’t notice he was being followed. he dropped his keys, and when he bent back up, he was met with a syringe in the back of his neck.

His body crumpled to the ground as the serum took hold. I stood over this country hunk as he was converted into a wearable husk. I threw the fresh bodysuit into the cab of his truck and headed home. I couldn’t wait to try him on.

He was definitely worth the wait. Now that I’m in his body, I feel unstoppable. Looking like this life is going to go a little differently. Anything I wear looks great, but there’s something about me in this body when it’s bare chested. I flex for the camera as I get comfortable filling up my new skin. I’m in love with my new muscle tone. I could see me wearing this body permanently.

Possessed the contractor...

I worked on this one a bit too much just for it to be shelved in the fucking flagged corner of Tumblr. Why the fuck Tumblr cannot develop better system for flagging like mark the part where it OFFENDED the untouched lonely cat lady/soyboy piece of shit flagger team so writers and artists can then update do the revision rather than a blanket "your post violated---" BS.

Anyway

Alpha Virus: Roomie

Jared and Mitchell cannot be more different. Starting from the simplest fact that Jared is a highly sexual straight beast while Mitchell is a reserved gay man that never brought his date home. They also have different lifestyle as Jared worked as a realtor and also PT while Mitchell spent most of his time in the creative labs helping aspiring undergrads with their projects and also working on his own project funded by several regional art patron.

But despite all that, living together is not necessarily an obstacle for them as they have their own private section in the apartment and not like the others are rude or crossing each other's line. Until Jared caught the Alpha Virus.....

After a particularly long day working on his project, Mitchell found the jittery Jared in the sofa only in his underwear. Mitchell's first and only mistake is to check on Jared as the muscle beast instantly pinned the unsuspecting Mitchell to the floor. Mitchell is too surprised to even react and before long, his pants and underwear quickly torn apart and he found his face already buried deep in his roommate's sweaty armpits.

He tried to resist it and making Jared came to his senses, but the musk and the sweat somehow lulled Mitchell to a state of obedience as Jared continued his assault of using Mitchell like a dirty rag to clean his body. As Jared grabbed a hold of Mitchell's face, Jared realized that the effect is kicking in as Mitchell's brain seemingly fried and ready for some reset, so he flipped him over and started to prepare for the next step. As his body tossed to the reclining sofa, Mitchell momentarily came back to his senses. He grabbed his torn shirt to cover his body and tried to stop Jared in the very last second, but when he saw Jared's eyes, it's devoid of the warmth it usually radiates but it also terrified Mitchell to the point of submission and just letting Jared to do whatever he wanted. Before long, Jared already lubed his 9 inches monstrosity and instantly pummeled the entirety of the meat into Mitchell's somehow-relaxed hole.

Like a ragdoll, Mitchell just accepted his fate as his roommate pounded his hole mercilessly like there's no tomorrow. His mind is clouded with confusion and memories of moments he clearly never associated himself with. Going to a frat party? Majoring in PE? Befriended Jared and other PE studs? Gangbanged the sorority girls next to their frat house? None of it makes sense but he dwelled on it trying to get more clarity on how on Earth he appeared in those flashes of memories and involved himself in those activities. The image of Mitchell in those flashes of memories also slowly yet surely differed from the one currently in existence. Jet black hair, very angular face with perpetual five o'clock shadow, buff hairy body, none of it fit the idea of Mitchell Lynn as a 26 years old blonde-haired creative. Meanwhile, Jared smirked in delight looking at his roommate seemingly cooperated with him on the rebrand process. Mitchell just stared blankly as more of the virus started to enter his system courtesy of Jared's corrupted pre and spit, and the growing form of Mitchell just excited Jared even more as Mitchell started to look like a proper bro with the growing thickness in his armpit and the swelling biceps as the changes started to spread all over his body.

Mitchell high-pitched moan slowly gets deeper and there's a slight change in the way words rolled out of his mouth as Jared's pounding turned more rabid and intense. He slurred in his delirium, calling for his bro to stop before he busted his swelling nuts, but Jared simply give 0 shit about it, too enamored with the increasingly more masculine Mitchell. Soon, the growth caused Mitchell to burst out of his tanktop to reveal a pillowy pecs adorned with tattoos and scruffy hairs. The long blonde hair already receded back to his scalp, leaving a cropped black hair messy with sweat. The facial hair also seemed to form nicely already, framing Mitchell's sensual mouth with pornstar-like stache and scruffy stubble. But despite all that, the eyes still radiated the same naivety and innocence that simply felt out of place in such manly body, so Jared jackhammered Mitchell's gaping hole until Mitchell's eyes turned white due to the increasing pressure.

Writhing in mixture of delight, pain and confusion, there's more false memories and believe that polluted Mitchell's mind, and yet he cannot resist it as his old thoughts and believe hijacked by this invading corruption of self or either pushed down to his testicle as it coagulated into spunk ready for release. But the writhing and moaning is twisted in Jared's mind as the effect of the virus caused his mind to see and hear things differently. In his delusion, a mischievous smile appeared on Mitchell's face as he then encouraged Jared to keep going "Flood me with your spunk, bro. Corrupt me as you please and push the old me out! This is the closest you'll ever get to my hole cus I'm not gonna be a fag after this. Cum. Cum. CUUMMMMMMMMMMMHHYYYEAAAAHHH!!!" That is enough to eventually push Jared to his limit. As Jared eventually bursted his load inside Mitchell, the now-scruffy stud flailed like a fish taken out of water, his whole muscle spasmed as the corruption affected every single cells of his being that formed the Mitchell Lynn that people know while Jared trembled for a bit before he breaks out from his trance and calmed himself down. Jared released his cock from the tight captivity of Mitchell's hairy hole that quickly shut itself tight as if no cock ever entered it and spewed some other leftover loads all over the scruffy chest. Jared knows that the process take some times, after all, that's what he heard from the other alpha carrier in regards about "the converted". The converted tend to be lower in standings to the one affected by the alpha virus directly, so since it's not their natural condition, an alpha needed to break them to elevate them and that adjustment indeed take some times Much to Jared's delight, not even an hour and Mike already walked out from the bedroom, sporting a backward cap and looking smug as fuck like a proper Alpha "So, any plan for tonight? I'm dying for some tight cunt to breed, but I'll follow your lead,"

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An RP-turned-story with @fullfriendnerdclutch Thanks for bouncing the idea with me bro!

Once again, big fucking fat fuck you to Tumblr flagger team

Archive: Rent-a-Cop Part 1 - 3

"It’s supposed to do what…? …Are you serious Captain?” Officer Grant Johnson sighed looking at his commanding officer with incredulity.

“Johnson, remember you volunteered for this. Now if the professor’s machine works like he says it does, its value to the force will be immeasurable," The Captain typed in some more information onto the panel, going back and forth between some hand-written instructions, furrowing his brow.

“Fine… So you scanned me in or whatever, now what?”

“Just a minute! I need to finish calibrating the damn thing or God knows what it’ll do to you!” Johnson rolled his eyes but nodded, running his hand through his salt and pepper hair impatiently.

“Okay okay… Just remember we do well enough without some freaky gizmo though. I’ve put away some of the baddest guys in this city in my day…” Officer Johnson patted his gut with a chuckle. “…I suppose I have been getting a bit soft though,"

“Well why don’t we see what we can do about that?" The Captain lifted what looked to be a simple wireless microphone.

“Load profile: Grant Johnson.” The machine behind them made a small noise, Officer Johnson looked to it then the Captain and shrugged.

“Reduce age by half, increase muscle mass 300%, and reduce body fat ratio by 80%—”

The Captain cut off and gaped at the sudden change in his subordinate. Gone was the weary looking Officer with the pot-belly looking forward to an ever closer retirement. In his place was a mountain of a man, who looked half bodybuilder/half cop. Johnson just stared at the Captain.

“…What? How long do we wait?”

“What do you mean what? You’re huge!”

Officer Johnson narrowed his eyes at the Captain then looked to his arm, pulling back the sleeve and flexing his massive biceps; it must have been around 24 inches.

"It doesn’t look any bigger… definitely not 200% bigger. And what was with the command to halve my age? You trying to send me back to highschool?” He chuckled a deep, rich, masculine laugh.

The Captain stammered a moment before looking back to the hand-written notes, thumbing through them before speaking into the small microphone again.

“Recall self prior to last command," that did it. Grant yelped, looking back to his arm, giving it a small poke then looking back to the Captain. 

“Holy shit! Captain! Look at me! I can’t believe it! That machine is nuts!” The Captain frowned lightly but nodded.

“Yes, yes. The possibilities are endless, but we’ll need to make sure we note any Officer’s previous self to their changed self… I think we’ll just keep this to ourselves until we can learn a bit more about it.”

“Aww– Fine… Too bad though, with this thing I’d be right back in the swing of it. All those bastards I’ve spent my career taking down would just be the beginning; I could be back on the beat full time.”

“Well, we’ll see. For now lets get you back to normal, lock this place up and head back upstairs. Don’t want anyone in the precinct getting nosy down here…”

-

The captain returned Officer Johnson to normal then the pair left; all without taking note of the surveillance camera silently blinking above their heads. 

In the security room, rookie cop Noah Bartlett stared at the camera footage. He’d been benched and given desk duty after none other than Officer Grant Johnson had accused him of being on the take… 

Nevermind the fact that he was, afterall there were several local crime bosses who paid good money for any tip or advantage they could get against the cops….

An idea slowly formed in Noah’s mind as he looked to the wall at the master security keyring and a smile grew on his face… He wondered how much they would pay for a chance to rent that machine and use it on Officer Oh-So-Perfect Johnson…

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"You understand, Captain Diaz?"

The older cop replied in a dull monotone "Yes,"

"Yes....what?" the rookie replied, smirking vindictively

"Yes Master Noah,"

"Good," he pulled the machine's microphone close to his mouth and read off a little notecard he had prepared

"Captain Diaz won't consciously remember the events of the last 10 minutes or so. Captain Diaz will return to his office, wait one hour then call Officer Johnson in, and then follow the previously given instructions,"

With that, the Captain wordlessly walked out, while Officer Bartlett quickly reset the room to how it was, before hurrying back to his desk in the security room.

Rico Antonetti was one of the mid to upper level mob figures in the city and he and Officer Noah Bartlett had worked out a few arrangements before getting caught by one oh-so-squeaky-clean Officer Grant Johnson.

Noah had reached out to the mobster and informed him of the department's prototype machine. Rico was skeptical so the two worked out an appropriate demonstration.....

Precisely one hour later, Noah looked up to see Officer Grant Johnson on one of his monitors, step into the Captain's office and take a seat

"Listen Johnson, we've got a tip off about some new little bordello Antonetti has setup downtown. It might be bogus, but I need you to go in and investigate,"

"Sure Cap, let me get a team together and we'll be able to hit the place by tomorrow nig---"

"NO! Er......no, that will be too late, these places move around and we don't know how many ears Rico has in the department. If we want to hit him while this info is good, we need to do it tonight and I need you to go by yourself,"

"Uhh....that sounds more than a little bit risky, don't you think, Captain?"

"Yes, or at least it would be, if we didn't have our department's new toy," the Captain said sternly

"Oh....yeah, I guess so then. If you think it's that serious...."

"I do, let's get you prep," quickly replied the Captain as he stood up from his seat and opened the door briskly

Noah almost giggled with glee as he watched the two depart the Captain's office and head to the storeroom where the Professor had dropped off the machine. Everything was going according to script so far

"Alright Johnson, you ready?" The Captain picked up the wireless mic, flipping the machine on

"Yes Sir," Grant smiled, giving his somewhat rotund belly a gentle pat goodbye

"Load Profile: Grant Johnson." once more the machine whirred to life, humming softly and awaiting input. "Subject will recall self following this set of commands: Reduce age by 60%, increase muscle mass by 200%....."

The Captain's voice and face then seemed to go a bit slack and he took the microphone and opened the door to exit the room

"Err...everything alright, boss?"

"Yes, wait there, I need to check something,"

Captain Diaz quietly made his way down the hall to the security room, he opened the door where Officer Bartlett sat grinning

"Welcome Cap, I'll take that," he reached out, grabbing the mic and looking back to the video feed of the new, younger, buffer Officer Grant Johnson sitting patiently

"Subject will not recall self following this new set of commands. Change sexuality to homosexual. Increase libido by 300%. Reduce work ethic by 75%. Add behaviors: narcissism, arrogance, exhibitionism, bullying, domineering, perversion, and of course, corruption," Noah watched as the posture and attitude of Officer Johnson shifted. The man in the monitor crudely rubbed his genitals through his uniform pants and impatiently checked his wristwatch before noting the mirrored window in the room and stepping up to flex in front of it

"Perfect, now reduce subject employment standing to rookie, erase all experience of previous service and update it to 3 months," the stripes on Grant's uniform vanished, "Subject will continue flexing in the storeroom until Captain Diaz returns," there was no change in the cocky behavior on the monitor, but Noah knew Grant would stay like that as long as needed now

"Load profile: Carlos Diaz. Subject will believe that Officer Grant Johnson has always been as he is now and has not been changed by the machine. Subject will load in each member of the department's profiles overnight tonight and make the same changes to their recollection as well. Subject will not consciously remember the events of the last hour and will return to scold Officer Johson for being where he shouldn't be, then send him out,"

Captain Diaz silently left the security room and Officer Bartlett returned to his monitor. He watched smiling as the Captain entered the storeroom and clearly yelled something at the now rookie Grant Johnson. Officer Johnson replied by gripping his own groin and flipping the Captain off as he left.

"Now then, tonight should go on as planned,"

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Grant drove down the street slowly. It was dark and while he may not have given a shit about what he was doing, he was still a cop. He saw the kid on the corner signal to someone as soon as he showed up. But that was fine, let 'em get their shit out of there, it would be less work on his part.

He parked a couple houses down from the address his tightass Captain had given him for this supposed brothel and slowly approached. From the front it looked like any other kind of shared housing in one of the city's projects

He eyed the door, strangely it was left ajar. He carefully slipped inside, having to squeeze his muscular form through rather tightly so as not to risk moving the door any further

The first floor was dark but as he peered up the stairs, he saw the second level was well lit......if anything's going down, it's up there

He thought he moved quite silently but in reality he was rushing and the house creaked under his weight with each step. When he reached the top, he saw a hallway full of closed doors, save one left half open with light pouring out of it

He crept towards it, growing annoyed at what a waste of time this was turning out to be. He paused by the door when he heard a young man speaking on the phone

"Yeah....yeah he's comin' so I called like you told me to....yeah, you're sure about this?.....Naw naw, I'm good for it.... Alright, alright, then do whatever it is you're gonna do, I'll let you know,"

The young man hung up the phone, Grant furrowed his brow at what he'd heard.....it sounded like something might actually about to go down....Looks like showtime. He stepped forward, kicking the door open and entering the room with his gun drawn

"DON'T MOVE!" yelled Grant with his deep baritone voice with that hint of coarseness from his smoking habit

The room looked like a simple one bedroom unit, hardly the sex den he was expecting. On the bed seated a rather handsome college-aged jock, he had his arms raised and was watching the police officer, but he didn't seem startled. Grant frowned and looked around the room before stepping to the man and patting him down; finding no weapon, he put away his firearm.

"We got a tipoff about prostitutes working out of this address to supply the mob. You know anything about that?"

The young jock paused for a moment looking at Grant just long enough to begin annoying him, before finally answering tentatively

"Of course Officer.....that's what I'm doing here," Grant just stared a moment......did this little twunk just admit to being a whore?

"You're a hooker?"

Sensing Grant's confusion, the young man smiled and nodded. He stood and approached the cop

"Yeah.....Rico said I was your favorite after last time, so it was my job to......cover your protection fee...." the jock's hands were a bit rough but his puppy eyes really caught his attention and radiate this submissiveness Grant cannot resist. He softly stroked Grant's chest and stomach, causing the ripped Officer to moan and shudder in delight

"Oh...oh yeah, now I remember you," Grant's stated with more conviction, his memories betrayed him as it created false imagery of the time he's sitting in the mob-run nightclub with all the male strippers dancing to tease him

The rather handsome hooker simply smiled impishly, his hand caressing lower, which caused Grant to growl in beastly burst of lust, pushing the young man back onto the bed

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An hour or so later, Grant called in to Captain Diaz, the tip had been bullshit it seemed. The Captain was pissed but Grant didn't care. Meanwhile, Officer Bartlett popped open a bottle of wine when he received a call from one very convinced and very interested crime boss....

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Check out my spin-off from this beloved series originally made by coyote-r

More to come later this week

Uh oh! Your nerdy little bro hypnotized your friend...

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Adam and Mr Wavell

(Written for @transformee) (Original story posted September 27th 2021) This story has been significantly Updated!

It’d started like any other normal day for Adam. He got up out of bed. Got himself some breakfast. Headed out for work. The usual routine that he’d long since gotten used to. Being an engineer certainly wasn’t the worst job in the world. In fact Adam found it rather rewarding sometimes and the pay was decent enough. If anyone were to ask, Adam would say he was satisfied with his life. And that was half true. Sure he was content with the life he had now. He couldn’t exactly complain about having a stable job that allowed him to live somewhat comfortably. Yet despite that Adam always kinda wished his lifestyle was a tad bit… different.

Each and every day when Adam opened one of his social media’s, his feed would practically be flooded with men who were smoking hot and jacked as fuck. And most of these men pretty much got paid just for looking as incredible as they do. Whether that be as a personal trainer, model, an actor or even in porn! These men got paid to look sexy as fuck and show it off. It sounded like a dream!

In all honesty It was that sort of lifestyle Adam wished he would have strived for instead. He wasn't a bad looking dude by any means. He believed he was pretty handsome, just a little out of shape was all. Mostly due to how he was never able to really push himself into working out or dieting properly. And for the longest time Adam thought he was okay with that. Deep down however, part of him always wished he’d led the same lifestyle as those fit hunks he saw online.

Being in his thirties now Adam had started to believe that perhaps a lifestyle like that just wasn’t for him. Since then he’d tried to just make peace with the fact that he was just an average looking dude working a normal job. That was until he arrived home later that evening and everything changed.

Adam unlocked the front door before stepping into his home. Letting out a long sigh of relief as he closed it behind him.

“Home at last I see.”

Adam almost jumped out his skin as he whipped around to see a man sat in a chair across the room.

“W-WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!?” Adam bellowed at the man in a panic. His brain was already cycling at a hundred miles a minute trying to think of the best course of action. Grab a weapon? Call the police? And yet while Adam was freaking out, the gentleman sitting in his house seemed completely unfazed.

With a smirk the man stood up from his seat, allowing Adam to get a better look at him. From what Adam could tell, the man looked to be in his early forties, late thirties at the youngest. He had short brown hair along with a nicely trimmed beard to match, the latter of which had a few flecks of silver running through it. As for his body, he looked to be just about 6 feet tall, if a tiny bit less. In terms of his build, the man seemed relatively lean with very little fat or muscle. As for his clothes, he wore a navy blue suit jacket over a white button up shirt along with a navy dotted tie. These were contrasted by a pair of tan khaki pants which were held firmly in place by a brown belt. Lastly his feet were clad in a fairly large pair of dark brown dress shoes along with a pair of black dress socks. An ordinary business casual look but this man seemed to be anything but ordinary.

(Original Version of Mr Wavell here)

“You don’t need to be afraid Adam. I’m here to help you.” The mysterious man claimed in a way that probably sounded more ominous than intended. Despite it he began to step towards Adam.

“N-no… how do you know my name? I don’t know you!” Adam panicked as he moved backwards to keep his distance until his back was against the front door. He was about to reach for the handle and run outside until suddenly… he felt calm? Safe even? It was as if all of his natural danger sense had turned themselves off in favor of wanting to trust the stranger before him.

“No you don’t know me. But I know you Adam. I’ve been watching you for a little while now. Looking into your mind. Reading your desires.” The suited stranger’s voice was oddly soothing, so much so that Adam hardly even noticed his eyes glowing deep purple for a moment. “You may refer to as Mr Wavell” He revealed, the very name sending shivers up Adam’s spine for reasons unknown. “And for what I’m doing here? Well… I’m just looking for entertainment I suppose.” Wavell shrugged nonchalantly.

He went on to explain that he had… abilities. Abilities that allowed him to do things thought to be impossible. Despite the inexplicable wave of calm and trust that’d washed him moments ago, Adam couldn’t bring his rational mind to believe the man. Afterall he was talking about having magical powers like some kind of wizard! But before Adam had a chance to protest, he found himself frozen in both wonder and fear as Mr Wavell began to float off the ground.

“I must reiterate that I’m here to help, not hurt you.” Wavell said, noting the bewildered look on Adam’s face. “I can give you any life that you desire. Allow you to become whoever you choose. What do you say?” He boldly claimed, floating down until he stood directly beside Adam, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Adam was still frozen stiff. Was he dreaming? Was this actually real??

“Oh come on. You know this is a privilege right? It’s not everyday that I actually reveal my physical self to the people I help.” Wavell said, leaning forwards with a small smirk. That of course only left more questions in Adam’s mind.

The mysterious man went on to explain in further detail what exactly he could do for Adam. He could alter reality to change Adam’s past choices in order to create a new and better present. He could transform Adam’s body right here on the spot into anything Adam desired. Muscle growth, increase of height, bigger dick? All things that Adam’s rational mind wouldn’t have believed to be possible had it not been for the obvious display of real magic he’d just witnessed. However there was one option that caught Adam’s ear. Stealing the life and body of someone else. As confused and scared as Adam was right now, he couldn’t help but be curious and even slightly aroused at the mere idea of it.

“O-okay…” Adam mumbled meekly. “I want your help…”

Wavell clapped his hands together with a large grin. “Perfect! Now there are many different ways I can do this.” He began, sounding almost a little too enthusiastic about it all. “I can switch your soul with another person. Your soul in their body and theirs in your body. I could transform you and this other person into one another. You transform into him and vice versa. You get it.” Wavell laid out the options as if he were about to have Adam choose one. “However I’ve already picked out another more interesting method for you. So all I want you to do is pick someone.”

Adam thought for a moment. If this was real then this could be one of the biggest decisions of his life. But surely there was some kind of monkey‘s paw right? “What’s the catch?” He asked, finally putting on a brave face.

The magical imbued stranger raised an eyebrow to Adam. “There isn’t one. You don’t owe me a thing. Honestly!” Wavell stepped back and put his hands up. “I’m doing this because I love it. It’s what I do. Hopefully once it’s all over you’ll enjoy it just as much as I.” Wavell lowered his hands before placing them on his hips. “Now. Is there anybody you have in mind who perhaps you’d like to become?”

Adam thought for a moment. He wasn't sure. This was just so surreal it made it hard to think. Like a fog clouding his thoughts. “I don’t… know?”

“Don’t worry. I get you’re probably still trying to wrap your mind around all this so I’ll do you a favor.” Wavell gently placed a hand on Adam's head and closed his eyes. Immediately Adam felt strange. As if he could feel this man’s fingers shuffling through his mind. Feeling out his wants and desires until Wavell got a decent idea of the kind of body to put Adam in. He took his hand away from Adam’s head. “I think I know just the guy but he’s not exactly close. He lives up in Virginia while you’re here in Georgia. How would you feel about a little change of scenery?”

“What do yo—“ before Adam could finish, the world around him spun and shifted.

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Chris found himself standing alone in the locker room at his local gym. It was just about closing time now and he was the last guy remaining other than staff. He wiped away the sweat that’d been dripping down his face with a towel as he grabbed his stuff out of the locker. It’d been another tough workout for him today but it was always worth it to feel that pump and admire the physique he’d been able to build thanks to all his hard work. Unbeknownst to him however, a certain two individuals watched on behind a veil of magic that cloaked them both from sight..

Moments prior, Adam and Wavell arrived at the gym via the latter’s unique abilities. In a gust of purple smoke, Adam went from standing by his front door to now finding himself standing inside a gym locker room that didn’t seem at all familiar.

“H-H-Hoolyyy… FUCK! What just HAPPENED!?” Adam shouted hysterically.

“Basic teleport.” Wavell replied swiftly and bluntly as if that should’ve been common knowledge. “Don’t worry about that. Look.” Wavell nodded towards the entrance to the locker room, prompting Adam to look as well.

Mere seconds after, a sweaty muscular man wearing a tight tank top and shorts entered. He was in phenomenal shape. Far better than Adam was. Not only did he look sculpted with thick muscle from head to toe, but this hunk even had one of the most handsome faces to go along with it. Yet despite all the starring Adam and Wavell were doing, the jock seemed to pay no mind to either of them. Not even a glance. Like he didn’t even know they existed!

“I’ve made us invisible to him. He can neither see nor hear us.” Mr Wavell confirms to Adam. Right on cue this man they now seem to be spying on walked directly past them both without a clue. As he does Adam gets a good whiff of the stud's powerful post workout scent, turning the semi he got just from looking at the man into a full hard on. The pair continued to watch as the man opened up his locker and pulled out a towel to wipe himself down with.

“His name is Chris. He’s twenty eight years old and has been working out most of his life. Hence the gorgeous physique. And to top it off he’s quite the looker. Needless to say his body and looks have awarded him a lot. Modeling opportunities. A large following on social media. An army of men and women alike drooling over him and eager to throw money at him. He’s one lucky bastard.” The warlock explained, seeming to possess a bottomless well of knowledge. “I’d ask how you feel about him but I think I already know the answer.” Wavell sniggered as he glanced down at the bulge in Adams pants.

Adam’s face turned a bright shade of red as he tried to hide his growing arousal with little success. He couldn’t help it as his eyes traced over the glistening sweaty physique of the hunky god before him. Watching intently as the man removed his tank top to reveal the muscle that’d been hidden underneath.

“So… are you gonna turn me into… him?” Adam gulped, trying his best not to drool at the mere thought of it as he watched the man peel off the tank top. His cock getting even more excited at the reveal of Chris’ muscled upper body.

Wavell simply nodded.

“Does that mean you’re gonna turn him into me?” Adam wondered.

Wavell crossed his arms and hummed. “Not exactly. Normally I would but I’ve got something different in mind today.” Wavell confessed as the blank look on his face slowly turned to a sadistic looking grin that left Adam feeling a bit nervous for Chris’ fate. But the magical being was quick to notice this, his look softening again to one of reassurance. “And before you ask, no I’m not going to kill him or anything like that. He’ll be perfectly fine.”

Hearing that set Adam’s mind at ease. That said he was however rather curious to see what Wavell was planning. What exactly was he gonna do to this Chris guy?

It was then that Wavell’s eyes glowed that bright purple once more. At first Adam didn’t realise what Wavell had done until…

“Hey… Where the hell did you guys come from?” Chris asked as he turned to see two men staring at him from across the locker room. It was like they’d just appeared out of thin air.

Wavell stepped forward, straightening his tie as he did “Oh I just know you’re gonna enjoy this body Adam.” He declared, running his gaze up and down Chris’ body. Lingering on those enormous thighs and juicy pecs.

At this point Chris was getting super creeped out and understandably so. “What the fuck are talking about dude!? Are you trying to hit on me or something?” He questioned, quickly getting annoyed at how this dude was eyeing him up like a piece of meat.

It was then in the blink of an eye that Wavell stood inches away from Chris. It seeing a real life glitch as Wavell instantly moved from halfway across the room to his face being less than a ruler's length away from Chris. He barely had time to think let alone act before Wavell grabbed one of his boulder-like shoulders. Suddenly Chris was completely immobilised thanks to Wavell’s magic. And with that the aforementioned wizard slipped his other hand down in Chris’ gym shorts before cupping his crotch. Loving how Chris’ cock and balls pressed tightly against the pair of white compression shorts he wore underneath.

“Don’t worry big guy. I promise you won’t even feel a thing.” An ominously reassuring smile spread across Wavell’s face as his eyes glowed once more. It was then that a bright flash of light enveloped both him and Chris, forcing Adam to cover his eyes. It only lasted a couple of seconds but when the light dissipated, Chris was nowhere to be seen. The only things left of the hunk were his clothes as the gym shorts he’d been wearing fell to the floor atop of the now empty pair of socks and trainers. Meanwhile those white compression shorts Chris had been wearing were still in Wavell’s hand, the warlock holding them gently now as he inspected them for whatever reason.

Chris had no idea what just happened. That weird middle aged looking dude just grabbed him and now all of a sudden he felt so light and… hollow? The first thing he saw was the smirking face of that dude again only now it was from a lower angle, as if he were being held by the man and looked down upon. Yet as bizarre as that was, he couldn’t ignore the strong smell that seemed identical to his own crotch. Only now it surrounded him completely. Somehow Chris was able to shift his gaze in order to look down at himself and what he saw was unreal. Not just unreal, it was impossible and terrifying! No longer did he see the thick muscular body he was used to seeing. In fact he didn’t see a human body at all! He’d been turned into the very same pair of white compression shorts he’d been wearing! He could even feel the creepy dude’s hand against the fabric of the compression shorts as if it were his own skin! He wanted the scream in horror but nothing came out thanks to his lack of a face. It was only thanks to magic that he could still see and hear.

“This’ll do just fine.” Wavell said before turning to Adam who was still looking on in confusion. “I’ve trapped him inside these shorts he was wearing. I’ve made it so he can still see, hear, feel, taste and smell with his spiritual senses in there but besides that he’s completely helpless.” Wavell explained with a tad too much enjoyment. “Now all you’ve got to do is put him on and everything he had will become yours.”

Wavell instructed Adam to strip down. The latter hesitated for a moment but did but nervously did as he was asked. Afterwards not being able to help feeling a little embarrassed with how exposed he felt but Wavell didn’t seem to mind. The warlock handed the enchanted compression shorts over to Adam with a mischievous smile, clearly excited to see what was to come.

Chris was unsurprisingly freaking the fuck out as Adam took the shorts. Between what’s happened to him and hearing what Wavell had just said, he was having a complete meltdown. He didn’t want this Adam guy to take over his life!? Unfortunately his cries fell on deaf ears. He was powerless to stop it. Unable to do a single thing as Adam gently slipped his legs into the compression shorts one at a time before pulling them up. Chris protested all he could but it made no difference as Adam pulled Chris’ hollow fabric body over his ass and crotch.

As insane as this whole situation was, Adam couldn’t help shivering with delight. Knowing he was not only wearing compression shorts that belonged to such a hunk but also that same hunk was trapped inside them! He knew it was wrong and twisted of him to get satisfaction out of this but he couldn’t help it! Even though the shorts were a bit ill fitting on him, just having that jock’s musk surrounding his own crotch was turning him on like hell!

“So, how long will it ta-aaaakeeeuuuuaahhhhhhh” Adam’s question quickly devolved into a long groan thanks to an unfamiliar sensation that began racing through his body! Flooding every vein in his body with levels of magical energy his brain found difficult to comprehend. And then it began.

Before anything else the energy began to focus on Adam’s glutes. His groans became even louder as his ass cheeks started to tone and expand with muscle until it had ballooned into a thick muscle ass that filled out the backside of his new compression shorts perfectly. The feeling of which had Adam’s already hard cock leaking pre-cum that stained the front of said shorts. And yet despite it being at full mast, Adam could feel his cock somehow growing longer and fatter too! His bulge grew even more obvious by the second while his balls swelled larger as well to accommodate. His nuts now churned with the very same cum Chris once had.

Through all his groaning Adam was able to look down at his crotch and over his shoulder to see that he now had Chris’ cock and ass! And as his hips resized, the haunted compression shorts now fit him like a glove. Meanwhile Chris himself was soaring through a flurry of emotions as he begged to wake up from whatever nightmare he was trapped in. He could feel himself being stretched out across his out muscle butt while the taste of cum soaked into his fabric. Unfortunately for him, this was very very real.

From there the transformation continued to spread outwards and it progressed both up and down Adam’s body. His quads and hamstrings found themselves bulking up significantly, causing a soft grunt to escape Adam’s lips as he grew a set of meaty thunderous thighs. Simultaneously his eyes widened with disbelief as the fat on his belly started to melt away before his eyes, replacing itself with pure muscle mass in the form of strong thick abs. The kind Adam could’ve only dreamed of having. Every part of him wanted to stop and admire his new bulky thighs and abs but the transformation was far too impatient to give him the time.

Next up were his calves. He could feel them pulsing as they swelled with power to match his thighs. But they weren’t the real show. How could they be when Adam was far too absorbed into watching his flabby chest transform into a huge pair of pecs! It was something he’d always dreamed of. Being able to look down and see a hulking pair of muscle tits. And now it's finally becoming a reality! Adam’s eyes lit up with a mixture of joy and lust as he watched his chest begin to protrude outwards. His engorged cock growing more excited than ever as his pecs inflated into two gorgeous watermelons. He already wanted nothing more than to grope them and if he hadn’t felt the transformation beginning to surge through his arms, he would’ve.

But before his arms could have their glory, his shoulders exploded with mass first. Growing in an almost cartoony fashion as they transformed into cannonballs while his traps made sure to follow suit. With that, Adam’s biceps couldn’t wait any longer. He flexed them with a long moan as ballooned under the pressure, swelling to massive proportions with unthinkable strength. Soon after his forearms followed the same example as veins began popping like crazy across his bulging arms.

What came next however felt distinctly different from everything else. His hands and feet. They were a totally different experience but still painless nonetheless. His feet were the first to change. Increasing size after size at a rapid rate that certainly would’ve made his shoes feel tighter had he not taken them off. His hands weren’t far behind though as they too grew slightly. The more noticeable change however was how much rougher and calloused they became.

At last Adam’s body seemed complete but there was one last thing to change. As soon as the transformation had spread up his neck, causing it to thicken and his voice to deepen, his head was all that was left.

Adam gritted his teeth and scrunched his face as his features began to twist and alter themselves. Immediately he started to look younger than before as he regressed from his mid thirties back to his late twenties. His face quickly brgan taking on a much more jockish look as he started to look less and less like himself and more like Chris. To top it off his hair morphed into Chris’ messy brown style while his eyes shifted more towards Chris’ soft yet still masculine ones. Finishing things off by having Chris’ short brown beard sprout across Adam’s now much sharper jawline.

At last the intense sensation subsided. Adam was finally able to catch his breath as sweat dripped down his transformed physique. He looked down at himself in disbelief. It didn’t seem real but… he now owned the body of a total fucking hunk! He simply couldn’t help himself as he flexed his new massive guns, taking turns feeling them with each hand. Feeling the power flowing through his biceps as he flexed them was something else entirely. And of course he couldn’t ignore the huge new muscle titties that sat on his chest now. He was groping and flexing them too in no time. It’d be a crime not to worship them. With the excitement of it all, Adam also couldn’t help but dig his nose into his new sweaty pits to get a good whiff of that post workout scent he’d adopted from Chris.

“See. I always know what’s best for my clients.” Wavell sniggered. Adam was so enthralled by his new body that he’d almost forgotten Wavell was there.

“Clients?” Adam questioned, a little shocked by the sound of his new voice.

“Well… ‘clients’ sounds better than ‘subjects’.” The warlock admitted cheekily. “Now! I’m sure you’ve already got questions and I’m pretty certain I know the first one. Are you gonna turn back to normal if you take those compression shorts off? Well allow me to reassure you in saying no.” Wavell confirmed what Adam was bound to ask. “When I trapped Chris inside those shorts, I also sealed his physical essence inside them. Now that you’ve worn them however, that physical essence is inside you. Permanently. So you’ll never have to worry about losing your new body. By all means it belongs to you now. Besides… I’m sure you want to get a better look at what’s underneath.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows while glancing down at the obscene bulge in Adam’s shorts.

Adam turned and strutted over to one of the many locker room mirrors, cock bouncing awkwardly as he did. Immediately upon seeing his reflection Adam was awestruck. He was in love. With himself!! He just couldn’t help admiring his muscles some more before eventually grabbing the waistband and pulling down his haunted shorts. The real Chris screams in protest as he finds himself dropping to this imposter's ankles.

“Oh… Fuuuuuuuccck…” Adam muttered as his new cock flopped out before him in all its glory. His hand practically gravitated towards it before wrapping around the girthy shaft. God it was massive. He was almost afraid to start pumping it since after all that transforming, it felt like it was ready to blow at any second! The sensitivity on it was just through the roof! But Adam couldn’t help himself and ended up giving it a few tugs. In turn he found himself letting out a deep manly groan before, allowing the monster to buck involuntarily for a moment.

Before he ended up busting a nut, Adam’s decided he wanted to get a better look at his new glutes first as he turned his backside to the mirror. He just loved how big and bubbly his cheeks looked. When he flexed them they were as hard as steel but relaxed they felt squishy and jiggly. Part of him wished he could stuff his face into his own ass with how good it looked. That’s when another thought sprung to mind. Adam gently reached back towards his ass, squeezing it a little before slipping a finger between his cheeks as a way to test something. And it was just as he thought. The moment his finger came anywhere near his new asshole it immediately tightened on instinct. The reflex was so strong that it pretty much confirmed Chris used to be straight. Well not anymore. This ass was far too hot to go to waste.

As much as he wanted to tease his virgin ass a little more, Adam just couldn’t ignore his cock any longer. It was pulsing and begging for release at this point. He needed to grab it! He needed to jerk it! He needed to bust a fuckin nut bro! As Chris would say anyway. But before he could begin pumping, Wavell chirped up yet again.

“How about you let me take care of that for you. Just think of it as your way of thanking me.” Wavell licked his lips as sauntered over towards Adam before kneeling in front of that massive cock. Wavell opened his mouth before wrapping his lips around Adam’s meaty dick and began sucking like a pro.

“Oouh-ooooh… ooauhh… Oohhhhuuu!” Adam was completely taken aback as he was forced to let out disjointed moans once again. All the while his new voice echoed through the locker rooms. Just the view of being able to look down and now only see such a hot jock body as his own but also seeing this hot older man sucking him off was beyond sexy. Wavell swiftly bobbed his head up and down on the cock, somehow taking Adam’s entire length without even the slightest gag. Whoever the hell this Mr Wavell guy was, he certainly knew how to work those bearded lips of his around a huge cock. That’s for fucking for sure.

“Fuuuuuck!! I’m gonna… OOOAAUUHHH!!“ Adam Could feel it already. A tsunami of cum getting ready to spew from his dick. Before he’d even laughed Wavell was already grabbing onto Adam’s ass to make sure he didn’t try and pull away. But of course Adam had no plans on doing as his dick finally let loose torrents of hot cum that down Wavell’s throat. The older man gulped it all down greedily, sucking every last drop of cum out of Adam’s cock before finally pulling off it, a bit of cum dribbling down his beard.

“Ahhhhhhhh…” Wavell leaned back with a look of pure satisfaction crossing his face. “Now that was refreshing. I can confirm that your new cum tastes absolutely delicious.” Wavell confessed as he got back up onto his feet. He dusted himself off a little before readjusting his suit and tie. “Well it seems my work here is done. Chris’ memories should start to kick in for you in about 10 minutes from now. You’ll then know everything you need to know about his life. Where your new home is, how he earns money, what kinds of friends he keeps. And whatever else you need to play out his life as if it were your own.” Wavell looked down at the tight compression shorts Adam had begun pulling back up. “And the real Chris gets to watch everything from between your legs… or from the laundry basket.” He chuckled.

With that Wavell began to levitate off the ground once again. “I’m off to have some more fun. Enjoy that hunky new body of yours Adam. Or should I call you Chris? That is your new name now after all.” Mr Wavell grinned knowing just how much the real Chris was begging to be set free. “Keep your eyes open though. I might come back and visit you again some day just to check in.” And just like that the magical man seemingly disappeared into thin air, leaving Adam alone.

Finally alone at last, Adam looked down at the compression shorts that now cling tightly to his hulking body. “Enjoying yourself down there? Being pressed against your own dick and balls?” Adam teased somewhat cruelly, enjoying this a little more than he probably should be right now. Going as far as to reach down and grope his crotch to really rub the scent in.

This whole time Chris had been screaming and protesting as this body snatcher groped his body and even more so when he’d got his dick sucked by another dude! But now as the scent of his former cock and balls mixed with cum and sweat started to mess with Chris’ fragile mind, he was starting to give in at last. His thoughts grew foggier while his fabric body continued to absorb the powerful smell. He looked up only to see his own handsome face smirking down at him. No. It wasn’t his face anymore. There was no going back. Now he was nothing more than a pair of compression shorts for his master to wear.

Meanwhile Adam decided to open the bag that’d been in Chris’s locker only to pull out a pair of clean grey t-shirt and a cap. Without hesitation he slipped both of them on, loving how the large shirt hugged his muscular frame in all the right places. After which he grabbed and pulled on the black gym shorts Chris had been wearing earlier before tugging on Chris’ gym socks and trainers. All of it fitting him like a glove. At last turning to the trusty mirror once again, he couldn’t help but whistle at how fucking sexy he looked! So much so that he started turning to inspect his body for all different angles. God he just couldn’t get enough of those bulky legs. As much as he adored his arms and pecs, he was starting to think his legs may actually be his best asset afterall.

He couldn’t help grabbing Chris’ phone and taking a few quick photos of himself to savour the moment. Pictures he’d surely look back on in the future to remember the day when he stole this body. And to jerk off too of course. Maybe he’d even post them to one of his new socials later.

Now all he had to do was wait for these memories to kick in. That Mr Wavell dude said they were gonna come any second and when they did Adam was truly going to become Chris inside and out. And once he’d settled into his new life he was gonna see if he could find some dudes eager to fuck his muscle ass get railed by his enormous new cock. With a body like this he was bound to have stamina for hours.

Then it hit him. All at once. Adam let out a thunderous roar as his mind flooded with memories from Chris’ life. Most of them being delegated to the back of his consciousness to pull on when needed while others came straight to the forefront. Immediately he knew everything there was to know about Chris. He even felt some of Chris’ personality traits starting to take root. That cocky gym bro attitude was starting to settle in comfortably. He might’ve still remembered everything from when he was Adam, but that wasn’t who he was anymore. That was a mere shell that the real him had finally emerged from.

Chris strode confidently out of the Gym and towards his car. He just couldn’t wait to get home so he could strip down and take as many nudes as possible of himself. His new life was about to be absolutely incredible.

A Body Stealer Tale: Hijacked Call

My boyfriend and I were strolling through a quiet part of the city when we spotted this hot guy a few steps ahead of us. Tall, dark-haired, clearly fit—the type that turns heads. He was chatting on his phone, his deep voice echoed in the silent and empty street.

I noticed my boyfriend started to glance around, sizing up the surroundings. The street was deserted, as usual for this part of town. He turned to me with that mischievous grin I knew too well—the one that meant he was up to something. Before I could ask what he was planning, he ran toward the guy in front of us.

The man was still engrossed in his call, his voice dropping to a low, affectionate rumble. "I miss you too, babe. Tell my sweet girls Daddy will bring them a surprise when I get home... Yes, I know-AAARRGHH!"

His words cut off abruptly with a strangled groan. The phone slipped from his hand and clattered to the sidewalk. My boyfriend was already halfway into him, his form dissolving like smoke, merging with the man's body. Watching him use his power was always a sight that sent a chill down my spine, like watching reality bend for just a moment.

In seconds, my boyfriend disappeared completely, and his clothes fell to the ground on top of his empty shoes.

The man staggered, his eyes going wide, pupils dilating as my boyfriend took control. His hands flexed, then relaxed, as if getting used to this new skin. A few deep breaths later, the confusion cleared from his face, replaced by a smirk I knew all too well. It was my boyfriend now looking back at me, wearing the man's flesh like a new suit.

"Daddy, huh?" he said in the man's deep voice, testing it out, letting the word roll off his tongue with a new meaning entirely. "I think I can work with that." He picked up his phone off the ground and put it back on his ear, he then pulled down his pants, showing me the bulge in his black underwear.

He winked at me as he started talking again on the phone, only this time, his voice was no longer sweet and caring.

"Shut up, you dumb bitch! I'm so fucking tired of your voice... yeah, you heard that right! I don't want anything to do with you anymore, it's over for us! you hear me? Over!... Oh I'm perfectly fine! I've never been better!"

I walked towards him with a smirk and caressed his bulge, this man surely already had a present inside his underwear, I thought. I looked around—the area was clear—so I kneeled in front of him, pulled down his underwear, and took his cock into my mouth as my boyfriend dealt with this man's wife.

"You can stay with those little brats, I don't fucking care. I meet someone much better than you. He knows how to suck my cock like no other... Yeah, that's right, It's a HE, and in fact, he's giving me a blowjob right—" He stopped talking to look at his phone, then he looked down at me with a grin. "She hung up," he said, bursting out laughing.

He roughly grabbed both sides of my head and started facefucking me, just the way my boyfriend knows I like it. He moaned out loud, without worrying if anyone could hear him.

While I was deep-throating his new big delicious cock, we noticed an old man walking past us, he looked at us with disgust on his face, and we saw him grabbing his phone before turning around the corner.

My boyfriend pushed me away and pulled his pants up.

"C'mon, let's get to somewhere more private. I would hate to have to use my gift to take over a cop, this body is too good to be wasted," He said, buckling up his belt.

A downside of my boyfriend's powers was that once he stepped out of the body he was in, he couldn't go back to it because as soon as he was out, the body would deflate to an empty, hollow bodysuit.

Sure, it was fun to wear them later, but it was not the same thing as my boyfriend possessing their memories, controlling their tongue, having their cells...

I stood up and we shared a quick kiss; he tasted of coffee and mint. I followed him to an expensive car parked nearby, he opened the door for me to get in, like a true gentleman.

But once we were inside, he wasn't so gentle; he pulled down his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. "Go on, suck on this bad boy as I drive us to his hotel."

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A Body Stealer Tale: Jogger

I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast when I heard the door opening and closing, indicating that my boyfriend had returned from his morning jog.

But I almost dropped the pan I was holding when this tall and fit black man came into the kitchen. I had never seen him before, so I was left completely frozen on the spot, staring at him with scared eyes.

The man then opened his vest and looked down at his fit body.

"What do you think of this one babe? Isn't he a catch?" He asked.

I sighed in relief, it was my boyfriend in another man's body. "Babe, I told you already to warn me when you wear a new body, you will end up giving me a heart attack!"

My boyfriend was a scientist; years ago, he developed a bodysuit serum; he could turn anyone we wanted into a wearable bodysuit and wear them. Today, he went to jog in his overweight white body and came back as this hot black stud.

"I like him, where did you find him?" I asked, walking towards him and feeling up his hard pecs and pecs.

"I found him jogging at the park, got him the injection from behind, then dragged him under a bridge," He said flexing his muscular arms. I cupped his biceps and played with his dark nipples a little.

"I don't like it when you use the serum in public. It's too risky. We already moved cities because you couldn't stop harvesting men. I don't want the police to investigate us again."

"Oh please, stop the bullshit, I know you love this!" He said; he then roughly bent me over against the balcony and pulled down my shorts. He gave my ass a hard slap and kneeled behind me then started giving my ass a proper eating.

I let out a loud moan as I felt the man's beard pressing between my ass cheeks. Standing up, he pulled down his grey shorts, grabbed his thick shaft, and slowly shoved it into my ass.

I felt his big manly hands around my waist as he started thrusting hard. "You're telling me you don't love getting fucked by a different cock?" He grunted, his thrusts becoming more savage and primal, "The cock of a straight guy who would never fuck your hungry ass if it wasn't for your loving boyfriend wearing them?"

"I.... I love it!" I moaned.

My Bull Roommate

Brandon was lying on the bed, naked and sweaty. I stood beside him, exhausted and stunned. I kept looking at his cock, still hard and covered in cum. His gaze was lost in the void, but his wide smile left no doubt. He had loved it. Who knows if he would have remembered any of it.

It had all started a week earlier. Brandon and I had been roommates for a year now, sharing the rent of a small apartment downtown to save money. He worked a little out of town, I did smart-working from my room, so we only shared evenings together if we were both home. Aside from sharing some hobbies from our teenage years, we couldn't have been more different. I was the classic nerd always on the ball with PCs, video games, anime and TV series, he was the classic athletic, gym-loving guy. He had gym equipment in his room and he worked out every day to maintain his toned body, muscular in all the right places, his proud six-pack, his defined chest and his veiny arms. When he was home, I often heard him exercising in his room, emitting grunts and spreading a strong smell of sweat throughout the apartment, forcing me to open the windows to let in clean air.

However, what separated us most of all were our sexual tastes: although he had no problem with my homosexuality, he was an unyielding pussy lover. No matter how many times he took a chick home, it was never enough for him; he had a cocky attitude that drove women crazy on the first date, but he was not made for a stable relationship, so all his affairs left quickly with no return ever again. Anyway, there was no doubt that he was an inveterate straight guy, always talking about pussy like a horny pervert, as if he couldn't help himself. Precisely because I couldn't fit into certain conversations, I tried to find other interests in common. We therefore occasionally got together after dinner to watch something on TV. It was during these moments that I began to feel something toward him; let's face it, nothing sentimental -- honestly, he was too stupid for a real relationship -- but his physique was so hot and his mind so simple that I could not resist his masculine charm. With the arrival of summer he then began to wear shorts and tank tops around the house more and more, consequently feeding my kinky fantasies.

One day, as I had just finished masturbating thinking about him fucking me on his bed, I decided to take action and attempt an experiment I had heard about on the deep web. After all, we were both single and he wasn't exactly the smartest person in the world, so I had nothing to lose.

That evening, when we settled on the couch ready to watch a new episode of an anime, I instead played the video I had downloaded the previous morning. I closed my eyes and waited a couple of minutes. Brandon barely uttered a few syllables, as if to ask what the reason for my behavior was, and then sank into a silence broken only by his heavy breaths. Remaining with my eyes closed, I put the pair of headphones I had previously connected to the television set into his ears. By the time I opened my eyes again, the blue spiral on the screen had faded, while Brandon stood there beside me, his half-closed eyes directed at the screen, his body sunk into the couch, his arms dangling, his tongue out and a dumb grin letting a few drops of saliva go on his shorts. I couldn't believe it, it had worked. I took off the headphones and talked to him.

"Brandon, can you hear my voice?"

He nodded his head.

"Very well Brandon. From tomorrow, every time you walk through the door of this house, you will start to feel attraction towards me and you will not be able to think of anything else, it will be your only thought. You will need to be close to me, to touch me, to kiss me, to fuck me. You will have an empty mind ready to obey me. And once you leave, you will believe that absolutely nothing has happened, you will not remember anything, and you will live your life normally as always. Okay?"

He nodded his head again.

"Good, now you can wake up."

As he returned to his normal state, as if nothing had happened, I pushed play and started the anime. He looked around bewildered for a moment, but asked no questions, returning his focus to the TV a few seconds later. In the meantime, I looked at his chest, his bare, muscular arms, his crotch, looking forward to the next day.

It was a disappointment to see him walk into the house the next evening as if nothing had happened. I was ready on the sofa, intent on witnessing the results of my experiment. He said hello as usual and went into his room. What a fool I had been. However, the surprise came after dinner. We got on the couch again and started watching TV until I felt him standing next to me. He had put his arm around my shoulders, lying his legs in the opposite direction. He smiled as he looked into my eyes, then returned to the anime on the screen. I could feel his arm behind the back of my head, could smell his armpits intoxicating my nose. I got hard. Perhaps something had happened then, perhaps it was just a matter of patience. Maybe just repeating the process would be enough to settle even more into his mind. By now it was too late to restart the spiral, so I put it off until the next day. The next evening, just like two days ago, his eyes were again lost in the spiral that faded on the screen, the saliva flowing from his lips.

"Brandon, you must desire me, do you understand?"

He nodded, letting go a weak "yes."

"Very well, every time you walk through that door I will have to be your only thought. Just pretend I'm one of those hot girls you like so much. Use me as you would use one of them. Obey me as if I were one of them who will then reward you with pleasure. Then forget everything when you are out of this house, understood?"

Yes, he repeated. I decided this time, however, to go further, should it ever be necessary to establish some sort of imprinting.

"Raise your arm, Brandon."

He obeyed, revealing his hairy armpit. I reached up to breathe in his masculine scent, letting it penetrate deep into my nostrils. Undeterred, I stuck out my tongue and licked it voraciously, touching myself in the process. It was such an intense experience, so absurd, that it didn't take me long to cum. Squirts even landed on his shorts, in his utter indifference. I cleaned everything up, told him to return present. He, as if nothing had happened, woke up and asked no questions. As soon as the anime began, without delay he put his arm around me and dragged me toward himself. I spent the evening with my cheek on his chest, lost in his scent and in the excitement of what I would be able to do with him.

The next evening it really happened. He walked into the house normally, but after a few steps he dropped his backpack and jacket on the floor and stared at me blankly while I was on the couch, his mouth drolling.

I told him to come closer and he continued with slow steps. I told him to go and get settled in his room, dressing as he used to do at home. He obeyed. I told him to prepare dinner for both of us, and he complied. As little as it concerned the dinner, I told him to behave normally and that at the snap of my fingers he should return to desire and obey me. We talked about this and that as if nothing had happened, it was almost enjoyable, not least because I was already foretasting what would happen next, unbeknownst to him. Dinner finished, I snapped my fingers. While the dirty dishes were still on the table, I took him by the hand and led him to the sofa. He sank into the cushions.

"Take off your tank top."

He undressed, revealing his toned chest. It was hairy, with a fine layer of small black hairs around the nipples and along the abdomen toward his navel, giving it a manly and inviting look. I got hard instantly. I then bent down on my knees in front of his crotch.

"You did well with the dinner, Brandon. Now you deserve a reward. I'm going to give you a blowjob. It will be the best you've ever had in your life, got it?"

He nodded, smiling slightly. I lowered his shorts and boxers just enough to reveal, to my surprise, his already hard cock. It wasn't huge, but it was quite big, surrounded by the right amount of hair to make it virile. I touched it with my hands and brought it close to my lips, slowly beginning to swallow it. Brandon closed his eyes and began to pant, he had the look of someone who had never received a blowjob in his life. As I tasted his pre-sperm, I smelled the scent of his pubes and felt his cock vibrating between my lips, in spasms of excitement. He began to throb within a couple of minutes and then came in my mouth copiously. While still feeling his semen run down my throat, I straddled him and moved closer to his face, whispering in his ear.

"This is the prize for a good stud bull, Brandon. When you step through that door, it's just me, it's just my mouth, my cock, and my ass. You don't need your brain, you just need your body. No thoughts, just me. Only sex, as soon as I snap my fingers. Clear?"

"Yeeeeeeees."

He let go of this long approval, as his cock continued to release little spurts of jizz and on his face he still have a mere smile and vacant eyes. I helped him recompose and clean himself, then snapped my fingers again. We spent the evening cuddled on the couch, my face lying on his belly, a few inches from his cock hidden in his shorts.

It had been a week since I had the idea, and I knew tonight was the night. I plopped down on the couch as soon as I finished work, thrilled. The thought of his body on mine, his manly, smug look. He walked in the door, greeted me by taking off his backpack and jacket, and instead of disappearing into his room, he leaned in as if to kiss me except that, a moment before, he drew back. Something inside him resisted. At that point I snapped my fingers.

I was surprised not to see again the dazed look of the previous evenings. His eyes went from being concerned to burning with passion. He grabbed me and kissed me, sticking his tongue firmly in my mouth, putting his hands around my face. We lay down on the couch, stripped and began to make out. His body on mine as he licked every inch of my skin, going from my neck and then down, down relentlessly, until he took off my sweatpants and underwear. At that point he looked at my hard cock standing between my legs as if it were something sacred, his mouth drooling and his eyes magnetized. A few seconds passed, then, without further ado, he took my cock into his mouth. I moaned loudly. His head moved up and down rhythmically, it didn't even feel like the first blowjob of his life, he was doing it like it was the most beautiful fucking thing in the world. He was seeking my gaze, in a mixture of approval and seduction. I was so shocked by the movements of his tongue that it didn't take me long to cum. When I had finished filling his mouth he looked at me with lustful eyes, his lips still leaking my seed on the sofa.

He took off his pants, revealing his rock-hard cock to me. It looked even bigger than the day before. He pointed at it. I didn't think twice about returning the favor; I got down on my knees and took him in my mouth while he stood, breathing in the smell of his pubes still sweaty from the workday. My cock became hard again in an instant as I heard him moo. The stud bull phrase from the day before must have inspired him more than necessary. This time, however, I didn't make him cum; I stopped shortly before. He looked at me as if he was about to hurt me, in a mixture of anger and discontent.

Today it had to end in a different way, but he did not know it yet. I got up and went close to his ear.

"Fuck me, you stud bull."

He took my hand passionately and led me down the hallway to his room. His bedroom smelled of testosterone and gym leather, his sweaty gym equipment was in the corner, the walls were full of posters of half-naked, lusty women. At the thought of what he was about to do to me in this setting, I became even more aroused.

He threw me on the bed and thrust himself on top of me as I spread my legs. His penis was so wet that it took no time at all to penetrate my hole. I groaned as he stood over me, his chest swaying before my eyes as he looked at me with raging lust. He took a few minutes, just long enough to allow his drops of sweat to fall on me. We both started making primal moans, me blushing from my approaching orgasm, him continuing to moo and pound, as if he was trying to impregnate me. We both came, almost at the same time. Something faded in his eyes and he collapsed beside me, his gaze lost in emptiness, his smile dumbfounded, his cock still pulsing cum. I looked at him. Not bad for a first time, I thought, as I was already waiting for round two.

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.