aexjonah

[aexjonah]

Insidious

I always stuck to myself before I met Nick. I would definitely be described as a lone wolf and introverted. I loved reading, getting lost in a library or bookstore, and just observing the world around me. It often felt like time moved without noticing I was there.

One day Nick came along, likely by accident, and the clouds around my existence cleared. It's probably not the healthiest to give one person that much importance in your life but it's true. He changed my life. When he looked at me or spoke to me, it felt like I was born again. Life didn't begin until I met him. But relationships are two-sided and even though I loved being around Nick, I guess I didn't contribute much to him. He called my selfish and told me we couldn't work because I didn't know how to give him when he needed.

He never told me this before the break up. If he had I could've learned I could have reflected and worked to be a better partner for him. I swear. Without him in my life, I felt myself wallow. Spiraling back into the darkness that was my existence before Nick.

The good thing about being an observant quiet loner is that no one really ever sees you. After our breakup, I fell into a habit of quiety following Nick around. I guess you could say I got too good. I saw the moment he sadly ran into Tyler. The moment he fell in love. I watched nearly every milestone in their relationship. Their first date, their first kiss, everything. It surprised me that they had so much passion but never seemed to get sexually involved. It was deep connection through conversation and occasional making out. I seethed with jealousy. That's supposed to be us.

Nick took Tyler to one of my favorite book stores....that hurt me on a deep level. He knew how special this place was to me and brought someone else here. I went to this special section of rare books. I never came into this special room but I figured if there was gonna be anything to help me it'd be in this room of old timey occult looking books.

I scanned the old spines and that when I saw it or maybe I heard its call to my desperation. I think pamphlet looking book bound by string with a hard front and back with the title scratched out. I skimmed through it not really taking in what any of it said but I just felt like my answer was in here. On the time aged parchment-like paper was an inscription in crimson lettering...I could vaguely make out the letters and began to read.

"Relinque hoc corpus, incipe de integro. Nebulosus fieri, ut transeo."

I head the door open behind me, followed by a scream. A girl ran out screaming and crying hysterically but I wasn't sure why. I got up and followed the screaming when I caught up to her. She was hysterically telling an employee to call 911 because someone died? But I was in there too and didn't see anythi......wait. I ran back to the room and gasped. There lied my average body motionless. I....died?

But wait where's Nick? In retrospect, that's a crazy thought but I couldn't let him see me dead or even worse...that I was also there. It would look like I was stalking him, which I totally wasn't. Employees began evacuating the store so first responders could place my body in a body bag when I found them on the first floor. Tyler was heading to the restroom while Nick sat on a bench outside. I figured I would try and go do ghost things, gaslighting Tyler into thinking he was going insane. As he used the restroom I began flickering the lights and then banging on the walls of the stalls. He hurriedly did his business, got up quickly to run out, before accidentally running in my direction. I braced for impact when I remembered I was dead and relaxed but when I opened my eyes he was gone.

I looked down and gasped once again. I wasn't wearing a great sweatshirt...but Tyler was. I ran to the nearby mirror and immediately grinned.

I mean come on now....look at this specimen of a human. I think anyone with sight could easily tell what Nick saw in Tyler. He was tall, a jawline as strong as the muscles that adorned his athletic frame, lips so plush, and a face that screamed innocent yet menacingly charming.

Curiosity got a hold of me after I took a selfie as a keepsake, I slid one hand under the waistband of my new jeans to inspect the new jewels. I wanted to know if he was packing something as meaty as he was, but then Nick rounded the corner.

"Ty you good? You've been in here a while and I wanna go. I don't know if I wanna see the dead body come through."

This was my moment to put all my reconnaissance to use. I needed to be Tyler, then Nick would love me again.

"Sure Nicky, let's go. We can go back to my place and watch a movie to get our minds off this okay?" I said with a calming tambre foreign to my original self.

Nick flashed those big brown eyes I loved so much at me and nodded affirmatively before latching onto my arm as we walked back to the metro. We got back to "my" place where I fumbled a little trying to get the right key. I passed it off as nerves from the dead body we nearly saw, when in reality I didn't know which one was the right one.

When we got inside I guided Nick to the couch, but internally I was frantically at odds with how to act. I'm shy and reserved but surely he would notice something is wrong with Tyler who's confident and outgoing.

I swallowed the lump in my throat telling me to be a shy quiet guy and mustered up the confidence to swiftly go to Nick on the coach and begin kissing him. He reciprocated and began kissing me back as I pushed him to open his mouth with mine. I took a deep breath of him for the first time since we broke up, his tongue dancing around mine rhythmically.

My new musculature made his body feel so dainty in my meaty palms. I wonder if-before I even knew it I managed to push hin underneath me on the couch. I opened my eyes to see him giddily grinning. Did he like this machismo energy?

"Are we really doing this?" he said to be pretending to be shy but his eyes saying something else.

Tyler would do...no I am going to take our relationship to the next level. I pull him in for a deep kiss before immediately stripping him, Nick making it easier by helping me pull of each article of clothing he was wearing. I threw off my jumper and shirt as Nick helped me slide off my jeans pulling off my boxers on accident too.

We both gasped for the same reason, unbeknownst to Nick. We were both seeing Tyler's sizable and obtusely long, compared to my own, meat for the first time.

A devilish grin ventured on Nick's adorable face and as he approached my new dick with an eager mouth I stopped him, swiftly turning him around. I spit quickly into my palm and rubbed it down below before introducing it back and forth to Nick's equally adorable ass.

As I teased him I could hear him moaning before he whispered. I slowed my teetering and bent over. "Please....I'm ready." he said so satisfyingly. It sent me over the edge. I could feel Tyler's true personality come through me. Let's go.

I eased my way in at first before the feeling took me over. Back and forth I heard him moan as it fueled me to keep going and going. I needed to do this to feel him in my arms again. It's all he ever wanted, I wanted...we wanted?

"Tyyyyyyyyyleeeeeerrrrr. Ohhhhh my goddd." he exhaled as we rocked the couch.

That name almost shook me to my core. That's who I am. Tyler. Oh Nicky you may think you fell in love with him but it's always been me.

[aexjonah]

Thorn of Success

"So, are you sure you can pull this off, Eric? I mean, yes, the first step worked, but there are so many potential risks."

"Dude, are you seriously still doubting our success? Just look at the results. All those people who hated on our science project will envy us if they ever find out about it." He smiled euphorically.

"Yeah, sure. It's amazing. I honestly think so. But..."

"Relax, buddy. Remember what we promised each other? We stick together no matter how this turns out. And so far, everything's worked out perfectly." He gave me a reassuring smile, reconfigured our invention, and instantly injected the essence of Alex into his vein.

I was a fool. Of course, I knew it would work. The calculations were flawless. What I didn’t expect was that both of us would be able to take down Alex, my sister’s boyfriend. He was a dumb jerk and even a creep at times. When my parents weren't around he made no secret of the fact that he only wanted to bang my sister. I often wondered why my sister hadn't just dumped him—she could have anyone. However, those weren't the main reasons he became our target. He had a great physique, was quite tall, and while his face was…ok (in my opinion), the most important factor was that he was part of our social circle. I wouldn’t have been too upset if our "field test" failed with a guy like him. However, I couldn’t help but feel jealous when I realized we would reach our goal, and Eric would get the chance to transform into Alex. I hoped I could talk him out of it. I would have loved to take Alex’s image myself.

Convincing Eric to finally let us test our essence-transferring device on a subject wasn’t easy. At first, he brought up all the potential risks of failure which could cause serious consequences. And he doubted we could reach a proper subject. A subject that was worth taking those risks. But when I suggested that my sister’s boyfriend, Alex, would make an ideal (and handsome) test subject—given that he wasn’t exactly a valuable contribution to society—it seemed to change his mind. In the end, Eric agreed to take Alex as our subject, with the condition that he would get the chance to transform into Alex himself.

Our chance to get our hands on Alex was pure luck. Originally, Alex and my sister had planned to spend Friday evening together after her dance competition. My parents and sister had to drive an hour to the event. As they were driving home, my sister’s dance partner suddenly had a medical emergency. Of course, Alex was already at our place to meet my sister when they messaged us, saying they wouldn’t be home for at least the next hour and weren’t sure how long this incident would take.

I instantly realized this was our chance and quickly informed Eric about the situation. He responded right away, and all I had to do was make sure Alex wouldn’t leave in the next few minutes. Alex was distracted by his phone, sitting at our dinner table. I left the front door open and stepped into the living room. When Alex glanced up from his phone, he gave me a bored look. After a while, he became visibly annoyed with my pointless chatter. But I was relieved when I saw Eric lurking in the shadows, ready to charge at Alex. I understood what Eric had in mind and quickly rushed over to Alex, giving him a tight hug. It was the strangest interaction I had with this creep, and I couldn’t help but feel getting a boner. Out of rage and annoyance he tried to break free and kick my ass. "How dare you? Get off me you crazy freak." I could feel how easily Alex could break free from my hug due to his strength, but in that moment, Eric slammed the device into Alex’s spine, beginning to collect his essence. It was far more terrifying to watch than I had expected. The once-handsome guy in front of me lost all his weight and definition in mere seconds as the machine drained him of his life force. He quickly resembled an old, withered fruit, and it didn’t stop until there was nothing left but dry dust and a pile of clothes. The whole scene was horrific to witness.

From one shocking moment to the next, Eric injected himself with Alex’s essence. Almost instantly, he began to sway and turned ghostly pale, his body weakening to the point where I couldn’t support him in time. His weight crashed us both to the ground, and he moaned in pain, accompanied by the unnerving sound of what I could have sworn were bones cracking. His hair receded, and I saw tears welling up in his eyes as he hunched over in agony. I watched helplessly, the growing realization that this was a huge mistake. Then, without warning, his pale skin started to bubble and regain color, his body reshaping before my eyes. His limbs lengthened, his body mass increasing. His shirt began to strain against the widening chest and shoulders as defined muscles formed beneath it. His round face gave way to a sharp jawline, and piercing gray-hazel eyes replaced his own. A stubble shadow formed around his lips and chin, while his neck visibly stretched and a pronounced Adam’s apple emerged. His groans deepened as hair began to sprout on his head, growing into a short, wavy brown hairstyle. The transformation was complete. Lying before me was none other than Alex. Watching Eric transform into a perfect replica of Alex made me almost shoot my load. The sight stirred something inside me—an intense, overwhelming feeling that I couldn’t deny.

Eric, or rather now Alex, slowly regained consciousness, moaning in the same pitch as the real Alex. I held back, giving him the time and space to process the transformation. With newfound strength, he pushed himself up, his triceps flexing and revealing the power in his arms. Eric’s shirt clung tightly to his now more muscular upper body, offering a clear view of Alex's defined back muscles. He reached for a chair to steady himself. Once he finally stood tall, safely on both feet, he towered over me. I remained frozen in place still on the ground, mesmerized by the surreal scene before me. “Oh wow, that was a trip worth taking,” he said, his voice full of deep, relieved laughter. I was stunned, awestruck by how perfectly his new voice sounded. It was clearly the voice of Alex. “Fuck, the tightness of this shirt is killing me,” he complained, before yanking it off, revealing his newly acquired, defined abs and obliques.

Standing half-naked, he glanced around. “I think I should wear something more fitting.” He flashed a grin, but didn’t look at me. He started to completely undress. Apparently, he didn’t care at all that I was seeing him fully naked. That was the first time that I saw the impressive uncut cock of Alex. No wonder why my sister dated him. At the same moment, he also turned his attention to his new equipment. He didn't hesitate to feel up Alex's cock and balls. I watched how his cock swelled with every stroke. It was as if he completely disregarded the fact that I could see him. He kept stroking but then he surprisingly released his cock.

"Will have enough time for that later," he muttered, reaching for Alex's clothes still lying on the floor. He started with the red CK underwear which hugged his new ass tightly and contained his boner, followed by the white sport socks, and then the tight trousers that left nothing to the imagination about his athletic legs. He seemed to take pleasure in pulling each item on, piece by piece, and I was grateful for it, enjoying every minute. Next, he put on the gray sleeveless sports shirt also hugging his new torso. Finally, he finished by donning Alex's necklace. He ran his hands over his new torso, arms, neck and pronounced facial features his eyes closed in contentment, and inhaled deeply. After a few moments of enjoying and feeling his new self, he opened his eyes and, for the first time since the transformation, directly met my gaze with Alex's piercing hazel eyes. He tilted his head slightly to one side and lifted his shirt with his right hand, proudly showing off his abs and well-defined pectoral muscles. "Boom! In my opinion, this thing was successful." Alex stated.

"I can't believe it ... but there you are Alex ... I mean Eric ... " I stammered. He smiled, slightly amused by my embarrassment, then flashed a bright grin at me and stuck his tongue out with a wink—just like Eric always did when he celebrated a success. I couldn't contain my excitement as I noticed that even his teeth were a perfect replica of Alex's, along with his tongue.

"Why so embarrassed, bro?" "Haha, I sound like a real jock now."

"God, stop it, Eric," I replied too shy to admit to him how this is turning me on like crazy."

"Mat, can you imagine what this means for us? We did it. This opens up unlimited possibilities. If we do this right, we’ll revolutionize society and make tons of money in the process."

"It is truly amazing, but to be honest, there are still a lot of uncertainties we need to address before moving forward. For one, we still have no idea how to maintain the subject’s memories. And we never really thought about how to explain your disappearance nor do we know if you could use the device again or if you could transform back to your original self. Aside from the success, I’m genuinely worried about whether we can pull this off. I think we were too hasty. Shit!"

"Hey, don't panic, Mat. Relax. Let's live in the moment. I guess from now on, we've got all the time we need." He tried to calm me down while giving me a pat on the shoulder. I was momentarily irritated because I had never excepted such a kind gesture from the creep Alex before.

"Just think of your sister's boyfriend who gave you his permission to feast on his body. I already suspected you had a thing for him." Not believing my ears that he had figured it out. "Don't worry Mat, I don't mind if you like men." I was shocked at how cool Eric thought about me being gay. He took his hand off my shoulder. "Let me check something, mate. I hope this works." He reached for Alex’s phone, which was lying on the ground. "Nice, it unlocked itself with his facial recognition." He began scrolling through Alex’s phone. "Listen, your sister—and your parents—can't tell when they will return. So I think we’ve got time and don't need to rush. Time to explore this awesome new body of mine. He flexed his bicep toward me with a wink.

"Can I touch them, Eric?"

"Sure, why not? But only if you call me Alex from now on, bro," he said nonchalantly.

"Okay, Alex."

"You really should get used to calling me Alex from now on. We don’t want to risk revealing our little secret, right?" he grinned.

He let me explore his face, torso and back while he flexed all of his new muscles for the both of us. I was fluttered being able to check out the body of Alex so closely. As I was about to get braver and touch him more intimately, he embarrassedly pulled back and announced he was going to go back to Alex's place—now his place—to process all of this. "Let me save your number, Mat. I'll keep you updated until we figure out how to properly proceed." I was overwhelmed by my own thoughts and just did as he asked. We said goodbye to each other. I watched him leaving and didn't know what to expect next.

--

The following day, I received messages from Alex saying he would ghost my sister to avoid an awkward encounter with her. He also explained that he wanted to live the life of Alex for a few days, testing how far he could go without any knowledge or memories of the real Alex. I didn’t know how to react, so I told him I would focus on finding solutions to the remaining uncertainties. Eliminating them should be our main priority now, so we could eventually have a flawless device.

I immediately resumed our work and used the results from the field test to make specific improvements. But it became clear to me, that without the help of Eric this would be a real challenge. Eric was always the kind of guy who could come up with an idea out of nowhere. Sometimes, we even made huge strides thanks to his wealth of ideas. Hours passed and I received a new message from Alex.

"Can you imagine the crazy stuff I found in my new place? His parents must be loaded. You never told me he didn’t come from a bad family. I tried on some of his outfits. He doesn't have a taste for fashion. But who cares with a body like that. Right ? ;) After finding some of his sportswear, I really want to find out what this body is capable of." He sent another selfie, proudly showing off his new body in a tight sports shirt which stressed his v-shaped body. He was in the body of real stud now. Once again, I was really jealous of him, so I decided not to comment on his exploration of Alex’s life.

Two hours later, I received another selfie from him.

"Dude! I had no idea how to use any of the equipment in the gym. I watched some of the guys to see how they used it, and then I just decided to go with the flow and used the heavy weights. I tell you, it’s the real deal. The rush of lifting weights so easily. I also pushed my limits. No wonder those guys are addicted to this fitness stuff. Look at my pump."

I was amazed by that sight. I felt how I got a hard-on but I tried to ignore it by answering.

"Were there no issues with your mobility? How didn’t you hurt yourself? I mean, you don’t know how to handle those weights correctly, right?"

"Don’t know, Mat. Maybe it was muscle memory? Gotta go."

His answer really puzzled me. There shouldn’t have been an effect like that after using the device. I pushed the thought aside. I was tired from working so much. Eric—Alex—was enjoying his life at that moment, so I decided to give me a break. I realized how exhausted I actually was and quickly fell asleep.

On the next morning I looked at my phone and discovered another message from Alex.

"Would u believe me if I told you how incredi bly easy it is to pick up some chicks when you look like me?? xDDD"

He really went out for the night to test if he could pick up girls? In any case, the alcohol he was allowed to drink now, hadn’t dampened his self-confidence—quite the opposite.

"Hey 'Alex', I hope you already have sobered up. I think you had your experience now, right? Please come back and let us work on the device again. We will achieve magnificent progress if we work together. I'm sure of that and you also know that."

"By the way, how many messages from my sister have you ignored so far?? She’s trying hard to get a response from you. She’s really upset that she’s not hearing back from 'her boyfriend'. I think she we will visit you soon. We should find a solution for this. Just break up with her. I think that would be the best, ok?" "And we should come up with something that explains your old self's disappearance. I can imagine that your father is already worried."

That day, I didn’t get a response. Same with the following day. My parents asked me if I hadn’t noticed that Eric had been missing for three whole days. I had to pretend to be shocked and completely unaware of where he could have gone. "I thought he was working on a project out of town, at least that’s what he told me." I wasn’t sure if that would be the best excuse I could come up with.

They told me that his father was devastated, worrying that Eric had run away or that something really bad had happened to him. Of course, Eric's father avoided to mention how bad their relationship actually was.

'The disappearance of Eric" consumed my everyday life from then on. I was constantly distracted, trying to avoid saying anything wrong or reacting suspiciously. It was especially draining when the police came to question me about Eric's disappearance. It was until then I realized that my sister seemed chilled again. In that time I was too distracted to ask her about Alex. As my family gathered for dinner, everyone asked me again about my well-being and how I was coping with Eric's disappearance. As usual, I tried to look downcast. Even though I'm not particularly good at fooling others, fortunately people believed me on this subject. We continued our family chat and finished. Our parents shared their plans for the weekend, and my sister asked if it would be okay for Alex to join us for dinner the next day. I nearly spat out my sip of water in that moment. My mom kindly asked her if everything was okay again between the two of them, while I struggled to hide my own discomfort, processing what my sister just said.

In my room, I erupted in frustration and tried to contact Eric multiple times, but there was no response. I couldn't sleep that night, relentlessly sending messages to Alex's number. During the day, I couldn’t focus on anything, my mind constantly drifting to the upcoming family dinner. In the evening, the moment finally arrived. I shifted nervously in my chair as my sister led Alex to the table. He didn’t even glance at me. It felt like he was pretending to be the real Alex to my sister, effortlessly slipping into his role. He even dressed neatly, just as Alex always did when he came to dinner with my parents. He also opened the bottle of white wine to share with my father, a ritual Alex and my dad had whenever he joined us for dinner.

Everyone turned their attention to Alex, bombarding him with questions about his relationship with my sister and whether everything was okay now. My sister insisted that Alex had misunderstood the situation, and once she explained that Mike, her dance partner, had a genuine medical emergency, Alex immediately forgave her. Throughout this charade, Eric—or rather, Alex—ignored me completely, so I decided to speak up. "So you really were mad at my sister for helping a friend with a medical emergency? Not douchey at all ..." I said challenging. But before he could even react my mother and sister shot me reproachful looks, and my mother quickly waved off my question with a grand gesture, bringing out dessert to change the subject. Alex just kept ignoring me. I was filled with anger, and in the end, my family said their goodbyes to Alex. I never got the chance to confront him that evening.

That night, I bombarded his phone with questions, but none of them got any response. I was desperate. He should be focused on improving the device, but instead, he chose to play a show. Because of all these distractions, I hadn’t worked on the device in days.

The weekend arrived, and I had no idea what Eric was up to. When our parents left for the weekend, I was relieved to have some space. Maybe with fewer people around, I could finally think clearly about what was going on. But barely two hours passed before my sister stormed into my room, announcing that Alex would be joining her for the weekend at our place, and that I shouldn’t act like a jerk this time when he’s around. I nearly choked on my own spit when she told me. "Why do you always have to act so weird, brother?" she said, then slammed the door behind her. Eric, are you trying to push me?

I prepared myself to confront Eric. If he stayed the entire weekend, I knew there would be chances to speak with him one-on-one. An hour later, he arrived at our house. My sister immediately took him to her room. After some time I could hear moans coming out of her room. I couldn't believe Eric was banging my sister like it meant nothing to him. They didn't come out of the room for hours, and I cursed the situation. It was already evening, and I was about to give up when they finally went out onto the terrace to grab drinks. I went into the kitchen, pretending to prepare food so I could overhear them. I barely caught a few phrases, mostly about my sister enjoying their time together. It made me sick—her believing this was the real Alex. This guy must have no character, because I couldn’t understand how she didn’t notice the difference.

"I'll be back soon," my sister excused herself. As I watched her leave, I saw my chance. I stormed out, determined to confront Eric.

"Eric, what sick game are you playing here? What’s this all about? Was this your plan all along? To parade around in front of my sister, pretending to be her boyfriend? I naively thought we’d improve our invention after our first success!" My questions came fast and furious. He didn’t even seem to realize what was happening, sitting there with his back to me. He turned to me and gave me a stupid look—a stupid gaze I knew from the real Alex.

God, I hated Alex giving me that look. Always rembering this was actually Eric.

"I didn't expect you to be here, nerd?" he responded bluntly. His entire demeanor had changed since the day of his transformation.

"Eric, cut the act! Why are you doing this?" he gave me a smug grin. It felt like he was enjoying this game.

"I always believed you are a weirdo. Why are you calling me Eric? Isn't Eric your nerdy friend? Do I look like this loser to you?" he seemed to be amused and bored at the same time talking to me. In that very moment, my sister came back.

"Mat, I told you to leave us in peace. Jesus!" she said disappointedly and sat down on Alex's lap. He immediately started touching her bottom and gave her an inappropriate French kiss.

"You better listen to your sister and go now. We don't need your company for this, nerd," he grinned smugly.

"Hey, stay nice Alex," my sister intervened. "Leave us alone now, Mat."

I wondered how Eric could act like Alex. He didn't know him and his mannerisms. He rarely saw him before. But regarding how he behaved, there was no doubt that this was Alex in front me. I feared that somehow Eric was consumed by the mind of Alex. Could that have been a side-effect? Was that the reason why he didn't respond to my messages in the end? So I let it go and had to check the possibility of this scenario.

I was worried and went to the workshop in the basement to check the possibilities of a side-effect like the mind being overwritten. I was trying to make sense of everything. As I entered the room I was shocked to see that most of our work was missing. I also checked the data and I saw that most of it was deleted. What worried me the most, was that the device was missing. Did Eric take it? But why? Did he turn on me? Devastated and exhausted I returned to my room, still hoping I could talk to Eric.

The next morning, I overheard my sister and 'her boyfriend". She couldn't convince Alex to join her for a jog—she always tried … but damn, this wasn't the real Alex. After she left a few minutes ago, I went looking for Eric. Fortunately, I found him in the living room—doing exercises?!

"Eric, for god's sake, stop pretending to be Alex!" I snapped. "You are Eric!"

"Wrong, Mat. I am Alex now. You should know better," he replied, continuing his push-ups effortlessly. I sighed but was relieved that he finally dropped the act.

"Eric, I thought we were in this together? Or were you just pretending? Tell me? And how can you mimic Alex that perfectly? You don't know him after all!"

"Thought you'd never ask, mate" he laughed, still doing push-ups without breaking a sweat.

"After we decided to go through with our plan, I took the plunge and was able to make the mind transfer work. I worked my ass off like a madman on that part, almost desperate. But then, a flash of inspiration hit me. You’ve witnessed the results of my success the past few days. Of course, I couldn't tell you in the first place. If I had, you would have called the whole thing off immediately. You know, that was really risky—even too risky for you. Unfortunately, the mind-transfer didn't work out perfectly. Due to some unknown factor, the effect kicked in very late and not exactly as I had imagined. I still don’t know a lot about Alex, but I can behave like the real Alex in any direct situation. It comes naturally, without thinking or any effort. It’s actually incredible— a real success. I actually believe it is better this way. It would be exhausting to walk around with two minds in my head," he gave me a proud look, "Do you know what's the best part of that? I did it all on my own."

Disappointment washed over me like a storm. "You really left me out of that? You lied to me from the very beginning about us doing this together, no matter what would happen!"

He stopped doing push-ups and stretched himself avoiding looking at me.

"What did I do wrong, Eric?" I wanted to know.

"Actually nothing, Mat." he muttered. I couldn't tell if this answer was worse than a potentially more complex explanation.

"Did you steal the device, Eric?"

He then went to a gym bag of his and searched for something. I couldn't see what he took out and then hid in his hand.

"Because you are my friend, Mat, and I don't know how to honestly explain all of this to you, I made another decision." He walked into my direction with a comforting smile. A lovely smile I recognized from Eric. "Just know that I'm truly grateful whenever I think of you." He leaned down a little and gave me a kiss. I was able to explore his mouth with my tongue for the first time. He used his tongue like a pro. My member swelled up so quickly … and Alex started to play with it. I returned his touch, and this time, he didn’t pull away. I felt like being in heaven. I closed my eyes to focus on the rest of my senses. I tasted his saliva and his salty sweat. I smelled Alex's signature perfume fighting against his sweat. I felt his defined muscles and heard his moans. It felt like hours. Then I felt an unpleasant prick in my throat.

I immediately put my hand on the spot, but it was too late. I saw him holding a small syringe in his hand, wearing a satisfied smile.

"Mat, I believe this will be better for the both of us."

"What? Eric! What have you given me?" Tears welled up in my eyes.

"It's a new formula of mine. You’ll forget everything about me and Alex. In the best case, you’ll even forget about the device. You heard right: In the best case. You know me, I’m willing to take risks," he said with a grin. At that moment, my sister returned from her jog. I turned to her, pleading for her to believe me.

"Alex, no, Eric drugged me. I’m going to forget everything. We have to stop him—he’s a maniac. Please, sister, believe me, that isn’t Alex! It's Eric in Alex's body since days now!"

She stared at me, terrified, unsure of how to react. I turned back to Eric. He was sitting on the sofa, watching me with disgust in his eyes.

"Hey, babe, I really think your brother has some serious issues. I confronted him about his toxic attitude when I’m around, and the moment you come back, he starts accusing me of something like that?" he pointed on me like I would be the creep here.

My sister believed Eric more than her own brother—still unaware that this wasn’t her real boyfriend. As everything around me seemed to blur, I faded...

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I woke up in my bed with the strongest headache I’d ever had and an overwhelming thirst. I had to hold my head because of the pain as I walked to the bathroom to get some water. Just as I was about to open the door, I was taken aback by the imposing figure of Alex, who was about to leave the bathroom.

"Tsktsk. Watch out where you are going, nerd!" I kept holding my head as his commentary bored me to no end. "Did you pop in for a private show?" he sneered. "Keep dreaming, nerd. I'm not into this gay shit of yours and you're really getting on my nerves." Unimpressed by his mocking, I was just relieved he finally left the bathroom. As he passed by he leaned down and whispered in my ear "Watch out for the sounds your sister will make with a real man around. Just remember it is already the fourth round. I think you'd wish to be in her place." He laughed and patted me on the shoulder. 'Pervert creep' was the first thought that crossed my mind, as it always did when he showed his true self. Finally, I was able to drink some water and take some pills.

The next day, I was awakened by the roar of a car outside. I looked out the window and saw Alex completely overdressed waiting for my sister for a trip. I was too tired and exhausted to feel angry.

"What a jerk my sister got herself?"

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A month later, I found out that my sister had finally broken up with Alex. Actully, he had ended things with her and dropped her like she was just a toy to him. I had known all along that he wasn’t serious about their relationship. I was probably just wrong to suspect he was a golddigger. At least, she got rid of that jerk.

A few weeks later, I received a message from Alex. I didn’t even know he had my number.

'Thanks for everything. Because of you, I’m able to start a new life—and many more to come. I’ve got the brain and the brawn to create a fortunate future completely by myself. Goodbye, nerd ;) !'

I couldn’t help but wonder about his intentions. After all we disliked each other. We had no connection. But I didn’t want to waste another second thinking about that guy, so I deleted the message and blocked his number. What a creep.

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George Alexander - george.alexander910

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The Bully

Part 1 of 2

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Hypnotherapy sure is helping Mark make a lot of positive improvements...!

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Ilja Filjov

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Eric Lavin

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Commissions, Rules, Story Index and Other Information ----

Commissions Information

I only have 3 slots at a time, but that may expand one day. I charge 1 cent per word. Below is a link to my ‘commissions page’ (it’s a google doc) with all the details, including a list of what I won’t do, what I definitely will do, and how to contact me. If you’re interested, please DM me and let me know!

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Firstly this is a Jockification blog. It’s mainly about turning nerds into alpha male jocks. That doesn’t mean I won’t do other transformations or go into other kinks. I’ve already done some slightly different things like the macro tf and the Muscle daddy tf stories, both of which I loved writing. But most of this stuff is going to be jock tfs. Just wanted to make that clear.

Now, onto what I absolutely will not do. These are off limits, and I’ll explain why too. I’m not here to kinkshame or anything but I write these stories for fun, and if I’m not into something then it’s so much harder to write about.

Anything that’s not 18+. I know this is a very controversial topic, and I want to be clear. I do not have issues with age play (although personally I don’t love to write about that stuff either). As long as there are no actual children involved in the making of an erotic piece of fiction, or you are encouraging people to actually do horrible things to kids, you can write whatever you want. But since it’s so controversial, and it is way too easy to write something that makes light of a traumatic experience, I would rather avoid that all together.

Rape. Once again I am not going to kink shame anyone. A lot of people have a rape kink, and that’s perfectly normal. As long as all parties are consenting and of age irl, you can do whatever you want in the bedroom. But once again it is incredibly easy to write something that offends and hurts people, and on a personal note I just don’t feel comfortable writing something like that. I’m not gonna claim that everything I write, with all the reality bending and changing identities, is perfectly consensual, but there’s a big difference between writing about impossible magic powers and writing about realistic rape, and I don’t feel comfortable crossing that line.

Beastiality and Animals. Once again not going to kink shame anyone. And I want to stress I’m not talking about furrys or pup play or whatever. I’m talking about actual beastiality. You can write and read whatever you want as long as it’s not hurting people, but as far as I’m concerned animals can consent, so I won’t be writing anything with them in it. I’m also not entirely comfortable with human to animals tfs. Those are just not my thing.

Bathroom stuff and Smegma. This one is less complicated. I just don’t write this kink because I don’t like it. Watersports and scat and smegma all do nothing for me. Just a personal preference.

Real person Fiction. Once again it’s nothing personal. Plenty of people love real person fiction. I just feel so awkward writing about real live people. So I avoid it. Fanfiction about characters is another story.

Inanimate and Body part TF. I don’t really understand why, but these types of transformations make me uncomfortable. Really it’s just my preference.

Entirely Female Focused TFs: I am a gay man, and have a harder time writing erotic stories about women. While I can write about straight sex and women, I prefer to keep men as the focus, or at least have them heavily involved.

Gender TFs: I know this will probably upset some people, but I’ve personally just never enjoyed gender change tfs. Perhaps I will experiment with it one day, but not now.

Racial Slurs: While I do like raceplay and racial changes, I will not include slurs I cannot reclaim in my work. 

Gas/Farts: I don’t do gas and farts. This is just another personal preference.

That’s all there is for my big limits. If theres anything else you’re unsure of and want to check, just DM me. I won’t judge, the worst I’ll do is say no. I hope all this serious talk didn’t upset anyone. More stories coming soon!

Will update as needed!

Just a reminder that I am up for story suggestions, questions, and DMs. I especially want story prompts because I’d love the opportunity to make more stories for you guys. I’m also open for trades if anyone is interested

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Story Index

Below is a list of my bigger stories and ongoing series. I'll be doing this chronologically, and adding to it periodically! I'll be listing some kinks that are controversial or unusual for my blog next to each story they are in. I won't be marked G2S because I use that a lot. I hope this helps you guys get around my page better!

SuperNova TFs | A person makes a wish on a SuperNova

Older Brothers (My first story!) (involves incest)

Unmoved (involves bisexual sex)

Stereotypical

Professor to Frat Bro

Supernova Comedian (Political Play)

Wake Up | The true self awakens, and spreads

Wake up Bro

Wake up Pops

Marvel TFs | TFs themed around Marvel Characters. Not all connected

No longer a Spider, finally a Man (Implied relationship between a student and teacher)

Possessed by the Power of Thor (Giantism)

Like the Hulk

Like Wolverine

InstaJock TFs | A mysterious app that jockifies users.

InstaJock Introduction

InstaJock: A Small Glitch

InstaJock: On The Go

InstaJock: Details and Settings (Race TF, Asian)

InstaJock: Payback

Revert Mind

InstaJock: Preview

InstaJock: Research and Frats

InstaJock: Tricking a Thief

InstaJock: Regional

InstaJock: Secondhand

InstaJock: Girls

AlphaJock?!

InstaJock: Boyfriends

Alpha with a Capital A | A look into literal Alphas

Alpha with a Capital A intro

Alpha with a Capital A: Sexuality

Alpha with a Capital A: Alphas and Gender (Transgender Character and physical gender transition)

Gay Couple to Straight Beta Bros

Greaser Alpha

Alpha with a Capital A: Big bro and Lil bro

Asian Alpha Bro

Jock Studies | Coaches and their brainwashed Jocks

Jock Studies: Swimming Coach

Straight to Gay

The role of Coaches

Eye of Beholder (EB) Jewelry | Jewelry Company with a secret

Engaged

Science Teacher to Football Coach

EB Jewelry: New CEO

EB Jewelry: The New COO

The Best Club in Town | Gay clubs and their members are turned straight

The Best Club in Town

The Douchebag Revolution | Time traveling fight over your right to be a straight douche

Welcome to the Revolution

Douche Rehab

The Hometown Hex | The town where everyone is a jock. Everyone

The Hometown Hex

Baxter Beach

500 Followers Special: Wally's Visit

Made for This Town

BDE: Big Dick Energy | Literal BDE causes changes

An intro to BDE

BDE: How it Works

Retsam Mirror | Swapped with your selection. By force

Retsam Mirror

Trapped

My Uncle | Lore on my character, and his journey to save his Uncle

My Uncle

Nick the Devil | A friend (Boyfriend) of my characters Uncle, whose a literal Devil

Nick the Devil

The Church | Evil Church converts people into new member

The Church (Semi-religious themes)

Potions Set | I gave an Actor a bunch of potions. I hope it works out...

Getting the Role

Camous | Those who change to fit in

Camous

Personal Transformations | Transformations my character performs | references other stories

Personal 1

Personal 2

Magic Spell

Time Travel

Biker Badass

Family Tree

De-aged

Mindset

Miscellaneous Stories | Stories without a series or common theme

Wholesome

You Already Are Straight

Sometimes it just happens

Magical Mishap

Genie Glory the Game (A trade with @bigwishes)

Transforming Transform4U (Based on a prompt by @transform4u)

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I hope you guys like this! It took a lot of work putting this index together. If you have any questions or ideas, or just want to, dm me!

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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.

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To be big and muscular so people will not bully you is one thing, but to be turned into your own bully? Well, that might be something that Quentin want to re-evaluate since he despised Derek with all his might. His brash attitude, his disgusting "Ew de Derek" as Quentin called it, his dumb-sounding voice that matched the fact that he's as dumb as a rock except when it comes to girls, gym and guns, everything about Derek is not appealing for Quentin, at first

But the longer he stayed inside Derek and start to experience life from the lens of a 210 pounds beefy jock with tons of cash to abuse, the more he started to soften to all things Derek and even embrace his musk, newfound persona and overall reality. Why should he try to be nice when he knows everyone just wanted to use him and his family for his money or his talent on the field? Fuck no he will not be soft or show any weaknesses, fuck it if they have to despise him or loathe him, he knows he's too good and too precious to let go, he can do whatever the fuck he wants as long as he performed well during his matches and can stuff the campus account with his family's stream of cash. As for the nerds, well, they are too stupid to realize that there's social hierarchy that they need to follow and obey, and someone like Derek is not to be disobeyed.

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This is definitely not the kind of expression made by douchebag muscle bull when seeing his own reflection. That look of confusion, worry, uncertainty, it's just not really a good look in such a massive body that usually radiate confidence-that-borderline-arrogance and demanding respect. He should've taken more pill, to lock the original personality for longer period and not let it bubble to the surface. There's also risk of the real James to take over the steering wheel if we let him in this phase a bit too long. Well, luckily I can just shove the pill right to his mouth by telling our staff on-ground to give more pill to him, cannot risk people to know that it's not James Harrington really in control of his own body

Do you see the difference? Look at that eyes devoid of thoughts beyond posing, fucking, eating and competing. That's my James, my self-obsessed, douchebag meathead, easily manipulated, James.

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"Yeah, fucking give up and let my bro enter you, silly. It's about time this hole of yours operated by someone more capable to be receiving not only just my punches, but also all of my manmeat because fuck, it's so tough lucking for girls that are able to withstand my newfound aggression of being inside an MMA fighter. Well yeah, you heard me right, I found my way inside this obsessive fighter body since months ago, and now I fucking need a true friend that I can rely on. Consider yourself lucky, because we'll bond even closer as soon as my friend fully slip inside of you,"

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"Why are you just standing there with your mouth agape like a fool? Come follow me bruh,"

Charlie snapped out of his surprise and quickly followed the order of the tatted stud as he closed the gap between him and the stud within seconds while his hard-on constantly grows in his crotch. Several minutes before this, the stranger stud was sporting a regular baller shorts minding his own business by the pool, but now here he is watching the stud's statuesque back as Charlie's sight drifted down to a bulging yet firm ass that drive the nerd nuts as it's perfectly framed by the skimpy swimwear the stud's now sporting. Charlie's best friend, Mark, that accompanied him to the resort, is nowhere to be seen after he also entered the bathroom right after the stud, but that's not something to be concerned anyway

"Name's Mario by the way, total ladies killer, but he's expanding his interest now," said the stud while keep on walking forward nonchalantly with a smirk that Charlie unable to see

As they arrived at the secluded part of the resort's outdoor area nearby the jungle that connected with the pool, Marco then turn around and checked the surrounding before he finally stared at the lanky pale nerd

"No one's around, so now, what did you say to me that you want to do to this man? Sucking his dick till he sweats like a pig while his eyes turned white?"

The thick-rimmed glasses nerd licked his lips before crawling his way like a horny whore, ready to fulfill his deepest fantasy with the help of his best friend in disguise

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"Let me turn this shit on. Okay son, now what did you say to me?"

"I wanna lick your nipple dad, you know how Mom gave me formula too early, I need to suck some tits or something and you seemed to be having quite a milker,"

"How can you speak to your own father like that? You should be ashamed speaking like that so nonchalantly,"

"Well, why don't you punish me then if you feel so distraught by it? Wash my mouth with your spit or something for speaking to you like that,"

"Hmmmm....if you say so,"

Javad gives Kamil a gentle slap to both sides of the 19 years old cheek. Kamil smiled happily before sticking out his tongue as if to receive somethin. Then, holding Kamil's head steady, Javad spits right on Kamil's mouth before starting to kiss his own offspring as their tongue battled for dominance.

Their depraved debauchery lasted for several minutes, with Kamil on his knees receiving streams of spits and kisses from his father. Sensing that Kamil's mouth is already wet enough, Javad then stopped kissing Kamil and he instead lifted his wifebeater to expose the prized perky nipples. Lost in his fantasy coming true and devoid of any remorse from encouraging his extraterrestrial friend to just took over the body of his religiously homophobic dad, Kamil lunged at the hardened nipple and bask in his father's warm muscular pecs with the phone still recording for their personal viewing later tonight

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