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"My God, it's so late. Those damn clients wouldn't leave." I said as I headed to my car. Every step I took felt eternal. I was so tired.

Once inside the car, I sent a message to my husband. "I'm on my way. Sorry for the delay."

I leave my phone in the glove compartment. I turn the key, but this damn car won't start.

"Baby, the battery is dead. I'm waiting for the tow truck." I message my husband again.

I try to calm myself down and receive a Snap from my husband. I open it and I'm shocked.

THAT'S ME!

I try calling him, and my own voice answers the phone. "Yes, he's in the bathroom now. I'm sorry I damaged your car's battery and that my friends stayed so late at your work, but I wanted tonight to be just between him and me." The call immediately ends.

Who the fuck is that guy? I need to get home quickly.

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Alien Score

We walked into an abandoned building away from the park, where I found this handsome young man playing basketball with his team. He was the captain of the team and also the hottest jock. He was quite popular around the neighborhood. I didn't know his name, but I would always see him playing basketball at the park.

He dominated the court like it was his personal playground. Now, he was an alien's personal playground.

I stared at the dumb, sweaty young basketball player standing in front of me. He was frozen, his mind completely wiped, his strong, muscular body completely under our command. His basketball shorts pooled around his ankles. Displaying his throbbing cock that bobbed as my slimy alien buddy slithered around his cock, his tiny tentacles coiling tighter around the shaft, feeding on his essence. I grinned.

"Alright, hotshot. Pose for me. Arms up. Show me those pits."

The basketball player obeyed instantly, raising his arms and flexing like he was about to snap a thirst trap for his followers. The sight was divine. His sleeveless blue jersey was tight on his body. And those pits? Hairy and drenched in the sweet, musky perfume of a hardworking jock who'd just spent hours running up and down the court.

I stepped closer, inhaling deep. "Damn. Smells like pure testosterone in here."

I buried my face into his left armpit first, pressing my nose against the damp hairs, breathing him in like he was the last source of oxygen on Earth. My tongue darted out, lapping at the sweat-slicked skin. Salty, rich, absolutely addicting. My cock twitched in my pants as I slathered my tongue up and down, licking him like a starving man, my hands gripping his thick biceps for support.

"Mmm, you taste so fucking good," I moaned against his pits. His scent filled my lungs, his sweat coated my lips, and I switched over to his right pit, nuzzling in deep, dragging my tongue through the damp forest of hair. The jock didn't react. He stood there like a perfect, mindless toy, his face blank, his body only useful for pleasure and consumption.

"You enjoying the meal?" I asked, pulling away just long enough to glance down.

The alien slime pulsed in response, his small tendrils wrapped snugly around his cock, milking him slowly, coaxing every drop of his essence. The cock twitched as the jock let out a soft, brainless groan as the slime fed on his seed.

"That's enough, buddy. You already drained everything out of him," I said, reaching up to stroke the jock's handsome face.

The alien gave a satisfied purr as his tendrils unwrapped from the thick shaft, slithering up the jock’s body before slipping into his ear with a slurping sound. Every time after eating, the alien had to take three hours of rest so his slimy body could digest all the cum he consumed, leaving me alone with an empty vessel for hours.

I glanced at the jock's cock, still hard and glistening with the alien's slimy spit. A grin formed on my face, and I pulled down my pants. I could as well have some fun, he was already even lubed for me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, he just stared back at me with a blank face.

"Hold me in your arms and gently insert your dick in my ass."

Without delay, he lifted me effortlessly, his hands gripping my ass. I wrapped my legs around him, and he slowly impaled me with his big cock. I rested my face on his shoulder and let out a long moan. He filled me so good.

I suddenly remembered spotting an abandoned isolated basketball court behind the building, and an idea struck me...

Moments later, the jock was playing basketball alone on the abandoned court. He was now completely naked except for his black socks and sneakers. I was still naked and wrapped around him, my arms hugging his neck and my legs around his waist, while his cock remained lodged deep inside me. Yet he played basketball as if I wasn’t there, just as he had been ordered.

He bounced the ball with the skill of a professional player and then jumped, effortlessly making the shot inside the basket. His cock sank deeper into me as he jumped, making me moan loudly. But as he came down, I bounced slightly, causing his cock to slip out of my ass. But that wasn’t a problem—I had ordered him to put his cock back inside me every time he slipped out.

After fixing his cock inside me, he went back to playing.

He was panting hard and covered in sweat by then. His muscles were tense and straining. He was exhausted from supporting my weight for so long. I wasn't too heavy, but even the strongest bodybuilder couldn't hold someone up for an extended period. But he wasn't human anymore. He was now a brain-dead puppet, and he would keep playing, carrying me around the court, until his body finally gave out.

Feeling his warm and sweaty fit body pressing against mine was so comforting, I wasn't going to order him to stop any time soon.

With the ball in hand, he jumped again and threw the ball, making another score.

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He didn’t know the cause of it and couldn’t describe it. Everyone just accepted it as if all the changes were normal. Throughout the week his body and appearance had been changing. It was subtle at first- just his posture seemed better and a bit of a tan. But then it was undeniable. He was growing taller, putting on muscle, face and body shifting and growing till he started to resemble one of those dumb fuckboys he often saw (and couldn’t help lust after) at the gym. He had no idea how to stop it, but least it was all just physical. He was still him inside, had his same friends- only now he got lusty glances from others. But at least he wasn’t like those vain cocky gym bros. Or at least that’s what he thought.

It only took one night for that all to change. One night for him to actually look at himself, slowly start to admire his new thick lips, the curve of his jawline, the thickness of his biceps. One night for the desire to begin. Like a switch was flicked, pleasure and confidence pumping through his veins. It felt good to give in, watch his modest cock twitch and thicken, making his mind feel wonderfully blank and empty. New urges flooded his head. New cravings. To flex. To grow. To fuck. They just got stronger the bigger and thicker his cock got. He wanted it. He needed it. Fuck whatever he was before. He was so fucking hot now. He needed pics. He wanted the world to see. Yeah that’s all he wanted now. Send some pics out, get them thirsty, get them hard. See the pic and there you grow.

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Homophobic gym teacher

I hate PE. I hate it so freaking much that I’d rather have history with Mr. Douglas every day than to run in front of Mr. Mills every day. He hates me, ever since I came out as gay at school I received mostly good feedback from others. Even my bullies were kinda nice about it. Thank God I live in the twenty first century. But one person didn’t really take It well.

I browsed through his instagram a few times. And while I looked for the perfect photo of him flexing his biceps, showing his abs or anything that would help me for my jerk off session, I found out that he was quite hardcore republican. How a person like this could get into education is beyond me.

As always I finished jerking off while looking at his regular bathroom gym photo. Man, what I would give to fuck him. Why do jerks always have the perfect body?

My phone buzzed. I snapped back into reality. Jack, my friend who is also gay, but not out yet, texted me.

“Hey, are we gonna ditch school tomorrow? I can’t hear any more of that Mills bullshit while we climb the rope”

“We’re gonna be rope climbing? Ah fuck me. He’s gonna be insufferable.”

“My thoughts exactly. So? Are we skipping school?”

“I can’t man. I gotta keep up my attendance after missing so many days thanks to Mr. Mills”

Next day, 2:29 PM

I stood next to the rope, waiting for Jake to finish his turn. Mr. Mills stood below him, screaming. Jake couldn’t get to the top. Mr. Mills told him to get down and screamed at him some more. What an asshole. It was my turn. The bell rang. “Fuck yeah. No more rope climbing for me.” My classmates, me included, turned to head to the lockers.

Mr. Mills: ”González? Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

Me: ”Sir, the class is over and it’s Friday.”

Mr. Mills: ”The class is over when I say it is over. Get on the fucking rope and stop talking back at me. The rest of you can leave.”

I got close to the rope. I grabbed it and squeezed the rope between my feet. I started pulling myself up and immediately felt the pain of lifting myself. I knew I was weak, I didn’t really need some wannabe teacher slash gym freak to remind me and scream at me what a lazy piece of shit I am. I tried to ignore him. I gave myself a goal to just finish it and leave, but Mr. Mills stood directly below me to comment on my fat ass slowing me down.

I was almost at the top, a wave of happiness swept over me. “Shit, I’m gonna make it!”

And right then I slipped. And instead of locking my feet, I just let go off the rope.

THUD

“I survived. Fuck. I fell from the freaking rope. My head was hurting so hard. My head? But I thought that I fell on my back? Ahhh the pain.”

I opened my eyes. My vision was blurry from the fall. I tried blinking several times and my vision was slowly getting better. I lifted my arm to grab on my head, but as I did it didn’t feel right. I looked at my arm. It was bigger. As in full of muscles.

“What the hell?” I said out loud, but instead of my young squeaky almost too feminine voice a low baritone came out of my throat.

“How the fuck…?!” I looked to my left. There was my body getting up from the ground

Me: ”Mr. Mills?”

Mr. Mills: ”Ah you gotta be fucking kidding me?! Is that you González?”

Me: ”I… Yes. How… How did this happen?” Mr. Mills: ”Does it look like this happens to me a lot?”

Me: ”But… it’s scientifically impossible”

Mr. Mills: ”I bet this was caused by those covid vaccines to make you immigrant fags take over our lives.”

Me: ”Yeah… right. Cause everyone wants to be a stupid republican”

Mr. Mills: ”Shut your mouth or…” he was interrupted by the janitor telling us to leave so he can lock the school. Mr. Mills gave me his car keys and I gave him instructions how to find my locker. We decided to meet each other in his car and to figure out what to do after that.”

After many unsuccessful attempts I found his Chevrolet and entered the passenger’s seat. Few moments later, I realized that I’m gonna be the one driving so I switched seats and got behind the wheel for the first time in my life. His car was amazing, it smelt great and was clean. How should I even drive this thing? I don’t drive a car. I’ll get us into trouble.

I stopped overthinking about the car. “I am in my teachers body. The one who bullied me almost every day. I am an adult male.” I looked into the rearview mirror. “Fuck, I am in one of the hottest man’s body around. And I am wasting it just worrying here. I flexed and squeezed my new biceps. Fuuuck. It’s so huge. I checked if no one else was around and lifted up my shirt.

“Oh my gooood” I slammed my head into the seat. “This is so hot!”

My new abs and pecs now uncovered were the most perfect ones I have ever seen. The ones I jerk off to every night before sleep. And now it’s here. All for me.

I opened my eyes and saw Mr. Mills in my body approaching the car. And behind him ran Jake. They entered the car.

I tried to improvise: „Why is your friend here?”

Jake: „Holy shit. So it is true. Mr. Mills would never react so calm. Is that really you in there, Daniel?”

I turned at Mr. Mills who now had a very irritated face. “I didn’t say anything, he figured it out.”

Jake: „I didn’t believe it at first, but Daniel never swears like this. And your vocabulary isn’t exactly rich so I knew really quickly where I heard the phrases before. Damn, I’m good. So? What are we gonna do? We should test it out somehow. Shit, Daniel you should get drunk tonight!”

Mr. Mills: „No! There won’t be no drinking, touching or anything with my body. This is definitely temporary and we will be back by tomorrow morning.”

Me: „If you think so…”

I drove Jake and my body home. Mr. Mills had to give me a speed course of driving, but his muscle memory helped me out way more than I thought. We set up some ground rules. No drinking, no drugs, no permanent changes to our bodies, no photos and no sex. He left the car while saying something about a fag in his body, but I couldn’t care less anymore. I speeded to get to his house asap.

I didn’t really explore the house as much when I arrived. I went straight to where I thought was the bedroom and immediately started taking off my clothes. His black speedo was PACKING and getting tighter every minute, but I really wanted to make this first exploration as perfect as possible. I lifted up the shirt, touching my new hairless and fatless stomach. I flexed and sets of abs appeared. I touched every last one of them. My hand continued up to my new large pecs.

“God damn, Mr. Mills. These are some perfect man titties.” I squeezed them. They looked so tight in all the photos, but when I wasn’t flexing them, they were quite soft. Must be amazing to lay on these. I played with them some more before taking off my shirt and releasing my new hairy pits. I took a long whiff off them. “I smell like a proper MAN now!” I licked it as well, enjoying the salty taste of Mr. Mills’s pits. I looked at myself in the mirror. My new dick was hard as a rock and waited for me to take care of it.

I headed to the shower and turned on a hot water. “Your body is probably not used to a hot water, am I right, Mr. Mills? I bet you are one of those cold water freaks who bathe in the icy waters.” I hated his voice before, but right now as I was controlling it, I began to like it so much.

The water poured all over my large body, from the perfect face, over my massive pecs, hairless abs and right to my beautiful dick. “Nice dick, Mr. Mills!” I said and chuckled over the fact that I just said that.

I suddenly got a mischievous idea. I came out of the shower and texted Jake.

Jake: „I can’t believe I’m doing this. I am just squeezing Mr. Mills’s pecs and touching his abs. Can you believe it, Daniel?”

Me: „It’s wild, right? But I got an idea. Wanna make it more interesting?”

Jake: „Interesting how?”

Me: „Stop touching me you lazy fag” I said in an authoritative voice and Jake moved his hands away from me quickly.

Jake: „Why did you do that? I got scared.”

Me: „I bet you are scared, you little fag. I know you just came over so that you could jerk off you little dick and watch me enjoy myself.”

Jake: „Daniel?”

Me: „Daniel won’t save you right now. You will do as I say. Ok?”

Jake finally caught up to my roleplay scenario and started acting as well. And by the look of his face I knew that he was really into it.

Jake: „Yes, Mr. Mills. I will do whatever you say.”

I sat down on the couch watching. “I want you to admire my body and say how hot I am and how horny it makes you.”

Jake got his hands on MY body and got a bit nervous: „You have sexy abs, Mr. Mills.”

Me: „You think that’s enough? That they are just sexy?”

Jake: „I think they’re the hottest abs I have ever seen”

Me: „How about my biceps. You like them?”

Jake: „They are SO big. I want you to squeeze my head in them. I want to lick your armpit hair. I want to kiss you.”

Me: „That’s a good boy. How about you show me how good you are, you fag?”

I moved his hands over to my new hard crotch.

Jake smiled and licked his lips

I fucking love being in this body.

And I bet Jake’s ass is gonna love this body even more.

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Gym Gem

The front door slammed shut. Boots hit the floor hard. Then a thud—something solid dropping onto the couch. Heavy breathing. Low, predatory.

"Baby," a voice rumbled, deeper, rougher than usual. "Get the fuck over here."

His boyfriend looked up from his phone, brow furrowing. "Who the—?" His eyes went wide. "Oh shit."

The man in front of him was not the cute guy from the neighborhood that was possessed by his alien boyfriend he was used to seeing. This was someone new. Someone massive.

Thick, broad shoulders filling out a sweat covered body. A powerful chest rising and falling like he’d just run miles. Veined forearms. Big, heavy hands. A face framed by a trim salt-and-pepper beard, green eyes flickering with something not human.

His boyfriend swallowed hard. "Who the fuck—?"

"Me," the alien cut in, a grin stretching across his new face. "Like the upgrade?"

There was a pause. Then: "Where the fuck did you get that?"

The alien laughed, voice low and dirty, running a hand down his own chest, like he was still getting used to the sheer size of himself. "Elevator," he said, casual as sin. "Was on my way to the gym, and fuck, this guy—" He gave a mocking groan, eyes rolling back. "Sweat, musk, veins poppin’ like they were begging to be squeezed—man was built to be taken."

His boyfriend let out a slow exhale. "You possessed a daddy in a gym elevator?"

The alien grinned wider, teeth flashing. "Not just possessed." He rolled his shoulders, cracked his thick, knotted neck, then—fast—he lunged, planting a knee on the couch, hands gripping the backrest hard. "I took him, babe."

His boyfriend’s breath caught. "Shit." He was hypnotized. Mouth slightly open, hands roaming over solid, flexing muscle, his fingers squeezing and tracing every cut and ridge like he was trying to memorize it.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered again, eyes locked on the throbbing weight in his hand. "I can’t— Who even is this guy?"

The alien smirked, rolling his thick shoulders, watching the way his pecs tensed under his own skin. He flexed an arm—thick, vascular, the kind of strength built over years—then spread his lats slightly, watching his boyfriend drink it in.

"Name’s Daniel," he rumbled, flexing again, turning his hips just enough to make his cock sway in his boyfriend’s grip. "Thirty-eight. Divorced. Two kids. Fuckin’ straight as a steel beam—until I got in his head." He ran a rough palm down his abs, then gripped his own length, stroking once, slow and heavy. "Used to be a cop. Now he trains ‘em. Big guy, big hands, big fuckin’ mouth when he’s barking orders."

His boyfriend’s grip tightened, knuckles going white. "Holy shit."

"Right there in the elevator. Big fucker—strong as hell—tried to fight it." The alien dragged a palm down his new chest tracing the solid ridges of his abs. "His hands? Fucking huge. Clamped onto my shoulders like he was about to throw me off." He chuckled darkly. "Didn’t matter. I was already inside."

His boyfriend swallowed. "What happened?"

The alien leaned in, voice dropping to a growl. "I entered him with a kiss." A sharp inhale. "Hard."

His boyfriend shifted, thighs clenching. "Fuck."

"Man grunted—real deep—tried to rip me offa him, but I had his spine wrapped around my fingers, had his brain drowning in me. I made him feel it. That heat. That pull. That need—fuck, I felt his cock twitch in his shorts." He smirked.

"Jesus."

"Mm. And when I finally let go?" He licked his lips, slow. "Man stumbled out of the elevator like he’d been fucked already. Shaking. Breathless. He tried to burn me out with a workout, but I was there—curling in his muscles, whispering in his nerves, making every rep feel like my hands were still on him. By the time we hit the locker room? Motherfucker couldn’t take it."

His boyfriend’s voice was tight. "He had to jerk off."

The alien’s grin turned feral. "Hard. In a stall, fist tight around his dick, muttering ‘what the fuck’ while he pumped himself dry." He exhaled slow. "And now? Now he’s gone. And this—" He ran his hands over his new thighs, squeezing. "—this body’s mine." The alien smirked. "Oh yeah, babe. You’re about to get fucked by a whole-ass cop daddy."

His boyfriend licked his lips, gaze hungry. "Show me."

The alien laughed, low and thick. "Oh, babe," he rumbled, reaching out, gripping his boyfriend’s wrist, dragging him forward until they were nose to nose. "You’re about to feel exactly what this big-dicked motherfucker can do."

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