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[aexjonah]

Hard Work Pays Off

“Am I ready yet?” Tyler asked with that ever-hopeful tone to his voice.

He lifted one arm above his head, flexed his bicep, and tensed his abs. He pulled the waistband of his workout shorts down just a bit so I could get a better view of his progress.

“Hmm…” I circled him as he dutifully held his pose, “I’m not quite sure, Tyler. Have you been working hard?”

This was the little game we played after each of his workouts. He didn’t know today was the day it was finally going to happen.

“Oh yes!” he responded, “I’ve been working really hard! See?”

He changed his pose for me, this time another classic bodybuilding pose, his torso slightly twisted, his pumped-up arms tucked away to the side, and his chest proudly puffed up in front of him.

“And you’ve been taking all of your supplements?” I asked, still slowly circling him, taking a look at every detail.

“Yes!” he answered back, “Every morning, every afternoon, every night. Supplements help me grow!”

“That’s right,” I smiled. He really had been an excellent student, “You’ve done a very good job, Tyler. Do you remember how you looked before we met?”

I could see the poor little wheels in his head trying to spin, trying to think back to when he’d first answered my ad for a roommate in my apartment close to campus. He was a pretty unassuming guy back then. A blank canvas, really.

“It’s OK if you don’t,” I assured him, “You’re better now, aren’t you? All of your hard work has paid off, hasn’t it?”

“Yes!” he echoed, “Hard work pays off!”

He eagerly switched to another pose with one hand confidently on his hip, and the other arm raised in an impressive biceps flex. He had really loved seeing his biceps grow. I had selfishly let him work them out as much as he wanted.

“It does pay off, my friend,” I said, “And do you know what?”

He looked at me blankly, trying to form a thought in his head, but he couldn’t quite get there without my help.

“I think today is the day, Tyler,” I told him, “I think you’re ready.”

His whole face lit up, like a kid on Christmas morning.

“I am?” he beamed, “I’m ready?”

“Yes,” I said, “Now, it’s going to be just like we practiced, but I’m going to go all the way in this time. Do you understand?”

He nodded, his face still plastered with a giant grin.

“Then turn around,” I instructed him, “…And sleep.”

At my command, his entire body relaxed in front of me. His head slumped down over his shoulders, his broad back fully exposed.

I let the room become quiet.

When his breaths were synced with mine, I placed a hand on his back, marking my target. I took a step back, and then, just like we practiced, I launched myself forward. I heard my chest slap against his back, and I felt my flesh against his flesh, but only for a moment before the room dropped out from around me and I let myself become completely enveloped within Tyler’s being.

I became instantly aware of the sensations coming from the body I now occupied. A burst of energy from the pre-workout supplement he had taken, the rush of blood pumping through his muscles. His muscles which he had trained and sculpted exactly as I had instructed him to. His muscles which were now mine.

I could also sense his confusion, and a feeling of fear deep down, which I quickly subsided. It pleased me to know that he was still receptive to my suggestions, even though he had now given up complete control of his body to me. I could feel his sense of pride rising to the top. All of his hard work had paid off.

I searched through his mind for a moment. There were very few memories of his life before we met. Most of what was leftover was what I had put in there. Some of it would be useful for me. I would certainly need to fall back on some of the programming I had put in place to motivate him to workout and eat right, to keep his body in perfect shape. Now that I had this body, I wasn’t going to let it go to waste. Tyler had put a lot of work into it, after all.

I allowed myself to become aware of my surroundings. I was, of course, immediately drawn to the mirrors that surrounded me in the small workout studio. I let myself take in the disorienting sensation of seeing another face reflected back at me, and watched the muscular stud in the mirror perfectly mimic my every move and expression.

I placed one hand on my hip and raised the other arm into a solid biceps flex, the exact pose Tyler had performed for me merely moments ago. Two dedicated years of training him, sculpting him into the perfect body for me to occupy, and it had all been worth it.

Hard work really does pay off.

[aexjonah]

My Partner, Diego

(inspired by a classic GhostInTheDude story, but with a twist by me)

I awoke to the sound of my boyfriend’s excited, voice… only it didn’t sound exactly like him. “Hey stud! Wanna go back to our room and have some fun?!” His voice sounded more rough, older and yet more eager than normal and he kept rubbing his abs and pecs. It was like my boyfriend was checking out his body for the first time, especially after he just got out of the swimming pool. He’s normally more reserved, quiet, and polite- things like that; that’s why I want to marry him and call him my husband one day.

“You feeling okay, Diego?” I ask cautiously, sitting up from my nap. I instinctively felt the need to pull down the towel to show my muscular naked body. I could tell he was directly staring at me as I saw his tongue stick out of his mouth for a second. “Yeah babe! Never better! I’m just… really ready to go back our room. You are one smoking hot man!” I could see the outline of a boner in his Speedo.

Oh Fuck ... I think this fucker possessed my man, Diego. I’d heard about ghost possessions happening before while you’re swimming in a pool, especially on vacation spots like this clothing optional gay resort, but never in a million years thought I could see it myself. This fucking old man probably possessed Diego in hopes he could get me in bed with him. I mean, at least he didn’t possess me yet. The thought of a horny old man in my body shockingly turned me on. Diego was probably stuck watching this old man ghost use his body like a puppet.

I decided the best way to get him out would be to visit that psychic we saw on that street with the little shops. She would know something, right? Or maybe we could go back to the hotel room and fuck? I mean, this old man in Diego probably has moves even I haven’t experienced yet. Then he’d be stuck in Diego’s body. Well, our sex life has suffered a lot. Hmm ... fuck, he’s really turning me on with him all wet and feeling up his newly stolen muscles

“Whaddya say baby?” He repeats one more time as he flexes Diego’s stolen muscles.

“You know what, Diego. Let’s go. I need to breed that ass of yours.”

Diego’s eyes lit up and he gave me this mischievous grin that we knew the old man would be in Diego permanently. I can’t wait to to get to know my new Diego from the inside out.

[aexjonah]

Busted! Or is he? I saw him do this unbelivable prosses to that guy in the gym.

Just wanted to enter the lockers as I saw it, this syringe, plunged into the guy as he was reaching for his towel.

And he froze! And not only that. He... basically deflated. I was shocked, stunned. But then the door opened again and he stuffed that... hull, in lack of words... into his bag. Or was it the bag of that guy. He stiffed him in! A... whatever he was now... what was a person before...

I couldn't let go, watched him, tried to stay hidden. I even followed him out of the gym, to the subway.

This... was so... I don't know even what it was to me. I couldn't let go. Followed him to an appartement building and into an elevator to the floor that I saw the elevator stop before.

But I couldn't see the guy when I stepped out, looked around until I felt a sting.

I couldn't move immediately, sank to the ground, felt a grip under my shoulders pulling me across the hallway. I could see everything, here everything, saw movement in the corner of my eyes.

I was dragged into one of the appartement, placed against a night stand in a bed room before I fully saw the guy infront of me, that guy I followed.

"Thought I didn't notice you following me? Now you get what you wanted. Or do you?" he said.

Then he turned to the gym bag, pulled out that muscled guy, or the remains of him, placed him on the bed before he undressed himself.

He looked at me with a devious grin. And... started to... put him on! He shoved his feet into that shell like into a suit, into the legtubes, one, then the other, pulled it up onto his hips, his upper body, then pushed his arms in before he pulled over what was the head of that guy before.

And I clearly could see the features, the muscles, distorted, turned into nothing but... a suit?

But this wasn't all. When he had him on all the way he reached for his neck, doing something I couldn't see before his whole figure started to shift, that... suit... clinging onto him even more before the muscles seemed to fill up again, his body changing until he looked exacly like that guy! At the end there was no more sign of this not beeimg the guy I saw earlier at the gym, the guy he plunged that syringe in.

And when he was finished, he looked at me again, developing a slight, devious grin. "Now what do you think? Did you get what you wanted?"

And strangely something in me said... "yes"...

[aexjonah]

Stay Out Of The Men’s Restroom!

This story is a request from @bodyswappingandshit​.

Outside the doors of his gym, Jerome eagerly posed for the camera as he flexed his bodybuilder body for everyone to see. His incredible physique was a sight to behold, which was exactly why every bystander found their eyes immediately gravitating towards his impressive physique. While the man peeled off his shirt and flexed his bulky biceps, the sun proudly shimmered against his built body and emphasized how breathtaking he looked. Watching the faces of every bystander and driver passing him on the street, the man couldn’t help but chuckle at just how great his life was. As a famous bodybuilder and Instagram influencer, Jerome had little to complain about. He was living the dream life that afforded him an impressive bachelor pad that he brought guys to every night. However, unknown to Jerome, this wasn’t how life always was for the man. Just a few days prior, he had lived an entirely different life from a completely different perspective…

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Grabbing onto the door to her gym, Jessica mentally prepared herself for the onslaught towards her senses. However, any attempt at preparing was immediately destroyed as the intense odor of ripe sweat flooded her nostrils. Groaning and allowing a few curse words to slip forth from her mouth, she angrily yanked on the door and entered the building. While Jessica looked around, she silently mourned as she caught sight of the various bodybuilders that dotted the wide gym floor. When the gym first opened up, it was a gym that caters towards females, with bright and inviting aesthetics that differed from the cold vibes of dim lighting and dented iron of normal gyms. Thinking back towards the opening of the gym, Jessica remembered the various ladies that she had met and soon became fast friends with. This was lucky for the doe-eyed Jessica, having just graduated from her small-town college and starting her life in a big brand new city. As a result, the instant connection and comradery she found with these ladies was quite the relief. 

However, as the months went on, Jessica grew annoyed as the pristine and clean gym was quickly overtaken by the several beefy men who cared less about hygiene and more about showing off their huge muscles. Despite the modest following that the gym had, it wasn’t enough to apparently keep the doors open. So, the gym soon changed hands in ownership and as a result, the gym itself underwent its own revamp. She had seen the new owner on a few occasions, a hulking man that was buff to absolutely extreme proportions. Based on the looks that he gave towards the woman, it was clear that the new owner had no intention of appealing to the female demographic. As a result, several of Jessica’s friends had begun to grow distant as more and more of these douchebag bodybuilders began to invade the gym. Jessica began to lose contact with so many of her essential friends, many who just up and ignored her messages entirely. To Jessica’s own shock, many of her friends often changed their phone numbers too, leaving her to deal with several guys who were annoyed by Jessica’s constant messages. It was no surprise that the woman soon grew disgruntled and began to count down the days until her year-long contract was over and she was free to go elsewhere.

Every time she walked through the doors into the ever-changing gym, Jessica reminded herself about how many days left she had before she was free and no longer having to subject herself to the constant odors of ripe armpits and sweaty male bodies. Luckily, as the woman entered the locker room, her nostrils found temporary relief from the disgusting odors wafting through the gym. After changing into her workout clothes, she took a deep breath and walked out of the locker room and into the gym.

Walking around, she gingerly avoided the hulking brutes who had taken up permanent residence around the bench presses. This was due to the fact that she wanted to avoid confrontation and more assaults on her nasal passages. Eventually, she made her way over to a set of machines and began her workout. However, to try and counteract the scent, Jessica attempted to spray some air freshener around her that she kept concealed in her drawstring bag. Despite being a far distance away from the brutes, Jessica’s attempt at ridding the air of the sweaty odor caused the men to groan and protest. Jessica remained unfazed though as she continued her workout and bounced between several machines.

After a good 30 minutes or so though, Jessica stopped herself as a huge pressure began to centralize in her crotch. Clearly needing to relieve herself, the woman hopped off of her machine and began to pace towards the bathroom. However, she soon grew frustrated as she caught sight of the woman’s bathroom. With a huge cleaning cart barricaded the door, Jessica groaned as she looked up and saw the shotty handmade sign taped up the door. Despite reading the words “CLOSED FOR CLEANING”, Jessica refused to accept this as truth and moved towards the door to try and work her way into it.  However, her desperate attempts to get into the bathroom were useless as she realized that the door was locked from the inside.

It was at this point where Jessica began to hear a sea of deep chuckles behind her. Looking behind her shoulder, she saw three hulking men laughing at her standing there struggling to reach into the bathroom. To be fair, Jessica acknowledged the fact that she most likely looked hilarious. Standing cross-legged and desperate banging on a locked door, the woman amused the men with her erratic behavior. Despite understanding how crazy she must look, the men’s behavior still frustrated the hell out of the woman. Knowing that she wouldn’t be able to make it into the locker room across the huge gym, Jessica shook her head in disbelief and stomped her way towards the men’s bathroom. Pushing the door open as it violently slammed against the wall, Jessica pulled the door back and twisted the lock behind her.

Not able to waste another second, Jessica rushed into one of the two bathroom stalls and also locked the door behind her with a heavy thud. As she pulled down her pants and sat onto the toilet, she let out a sigh of relief as she was finally able to relieve herself. However, as she was doing this, an interesting sensation began to course through the woman’s body. A fiery heat began to radiate around her as the scent of sweat ensnared her as well. In her various attempts to wave the disgusting scent away, she found herself somehow strengthening the power of the odor to the point where it made her eyes water. 

Before she could continue to deal with the scent, she began to feel a brand new sensation radiating from her crotch. With an intense tug, Jessica groaned in pain and closed her eyes to try and prepare for what was to come. However, just as soon as it began, the fiery heat was soon replaced with a cooling feeling. Looking down in curiosity, the woman screamed in shock as she gained direct contact with a new addition: a long dick protruding from her crotch. To her disbelief, the cooling sensation was revealed to be the cause of her new genitalia pressed against the cold porcelain of the toilet bowl. Still in shock, Jessica jumped up to her feet, which caused her new dick and balls to bounce in response to the sudden movement. With her manicured nails, Jessica delicately touched her new equipment, both in shock at how this is happening and how her new dick was so long. Based on how tiny her hands looked wrapped around it, she knew for a fact that she had somehow gained a dick that rivaled all of her previous exes.

As she attempted to pull up her shorts and conceal her new addition, she found a newfound resistance occur around her thighs. Trying to find the source of the issue, Jessica’s face remained stuck in an expression of shock as she watched bulging thighs soon emerge on her body. Previously, Jessica had a thin physique, with thin thighs that allowed her to have a thigh gap that her friends often said they wished they had. Now, her thighs were rapidly expanding outwards as they gained muscles that Jessica never knew she could have. Due to this, the petite pink shorts now were firmly stretched to their limits right above her knees and unable to proceed further.

Her calves were the next to change, now increasing to match the muscle growth that Jessica just gained in her thighs. In response, Jessica moved her legs and stared in disbelief at the impressive musculature that she had suddenly gained. However, as she moved, she grew annoyed as her thickening dick continued to bounce and loosely shake as she moved her body around. To try and remedy this new issue, her tiny hands grew strained as they attempted to clasp onto her package. With her package now secure, Jessica looked down and watched as the next set of changes continued up her body.

Abdominal muscles were the next additions that began to manifest onto her body, causing Jessica groaned in discomfort as she also felt her body tugged from the sides. While she was too busy watching each abdominal pop into place, Jessica’s torso was growing wider to provide a more masculine shape to her body. With her abs now prominently displayed on her body, she chuckled to herself as she caught sight of the infamous “v” around her waist. Despite the male gym-goers and their grimy behavior, Jessica always had a soft spot for buff and muscular guys. With her lithe physique and previous experience as a cheerleader, it wasn’t shocking that Jessica was able to always have a partner that matched her desired appearance. However, staring down at herself, Jessica chuckled as she caught sight of a body that would most definitely be bigger and buffer than any of her exes.

Any potential aspect of reveling in the changes begin to fade away as her chest is the next to undergo their own changes. Looking down and watching her modest breasts begin to fade away, Jessica’s face goes back to a look of shock as one of the last vestiges of her femininity vanishes from existence. It only takes a few seconds before the woman becomes completely flat-chested, which causes Jessica to explore in both bewilderment and concern. By this point, her sports bra is now loosely hanging off her body along with a t-shirt that now is more of a crop top given her increased height and size. Wanting to take a closer look, Jessica quickly peels off the pesky bra and shirt and stares down at her bare masculine torso. With her petite fingers running along her intense abdominal muscles, the sight before Jessica’s eyes only further showcases the war her body is currently facing between her innate femininity and growing masculinity. 

With a now-barren chest, Jessica let out a muffled yelp as she felt her chest now beginning to grow once more. However, as she watches her chest expand, it’s clear to the woman that she’s not gaining a new set of perky breasts. Instead, muscle continues to pump into her chest as an incredibly pectoral shelf begins to proudly jut forth from her wider body. Curiously, her hands immediately move towards her chest and cup her ever-growing pectorals. The power and strength contained within her chest leaves Jessica gasping in shock as she struggles to adapt to the equally apparent but less bouncy chest she’s now gained.

As her chest finishes its transformation, her arms are the next section of her body to get its complete makeover. Immediately, the petite and frail arms that she used to own begin to expand with force as she’s injected with insane strength. With each clenching of her fists, she can only stare in disbelief as biceps that rival the size of footballs push forth from her body. While these biceps continue to grow and thick veins begin to criss-cross across her arms, her forearms also begin to thicken as her hands crack and contort for their own transformation. She watches in shock as her hands thicken and grow wide enough to the point where Jessica easily palm a basketball. While flipping her hands and staring at the changes, the woman could only stare as her well-manicured nails lost their shimmery polish and shortened into a more appropriate length.

Groaning in pain, Jessica cranes her head as her neck and shoulders expand to gain prominent trap muscles and gain a wider neck. With these changes progressing, a weird tingle radiates from the inside of Jessica’s throat, which brings about the emergence of a prominent Adam’s apple. Jessica’s now-wide hands move towards the tingle, groaning in discomfort as she notes the deeper richer tone coming from her throat.

While attempting to understand what’s going on, Jessica groaned in shock, which caused her now booming voice to echo throughout the vacant restroom. The cause of this groaning was due to the fact that her face was now beginning to undergo its own transformation. At first, the changes started near her mouth, which was apparent as her jawline and chin became more angular and masculine in terms of shape. A yelp was uttered as a stinging sensation radiated throughout the woman’s lips. With each passing second, she could feel both lips slowly inflate to an incredibly kissable shape that far defied her thin and almost non-existent lips. Her small and dainty nose cracked and snapped as well, which ultimately caused it to gain a more prominent appearance on her increasingly masculine face. The changes begin to finish on her face as her eyebrows grow thicker and lose the shaped and trimmed appearance of a woman’s. 

To any outsider, from the scalp down, it was clear that Jessica was the perfect representation of a man. With hulking muscles and a deep voice, she was quickly becoming her perfect type of man. However, one last remaining display of Jessica’s femininity remained: the mane of long hair running down her back. Of course, this began to be remedied as her hair was quickly pulled up towards her head and began to shrink as if it was being pulled into her scalp. After a few minutes of this strange inner sensation of tugging, only an inch or two of hair remained on her head. Intrigued, her hands move towards her scalp, which was perfectly timed for the woman as she was able to feel the consistency of her hair begin to evolve. While running her thick hands through her head of hair, she notes the increasingly tight curls that are manifesting all around her head and the more wiry consistency that it’s now gaining.

With these changes now done, it’s clear that Jessica’s body is a far cry from the petite feminine body she had not even 30 minutes prior. Instead, she’s been given the body of a bulky and muscular jock. It’s abundantly clear that this body requires great self-control and a strict regimen, which only adds to Jessica’s discomfort. Not only did she want to be a man, she was afraid of the rules she’d have to stick to so she could maintain a body like this. The sight of her own body was a turn on though, clearly made apparent by the rock hard dick sticking straight out into the air. Looking down, she chuckled as she twisted her hips back and forth and watched her dick sway in response to each passing action.

However, as she played with her new dick, her brows furrowed as she leaned down and looked at the straight sight befallen onto her legs. The pale porcelain-like skin was different on her legs, gaining a darker complexion. Watching in disbelief, her skin continued to change color as it darkened into a brown skin tone that instantly indicated that she was no longer going to be a Caucasian man. Mouth agape, she could only watch as the darkening skin progressed up her body until it reached her chest. Looking at her hands, she watched as it filled in with color and fully transformed her into a body that was completely different from her own. Finishing up, the changes pooled into her face and left her now an African American man. With these changes now officially completed, Jessica was desperate to get a look at her new body. Struggling to navigate around the bathroom stall that now poorly contained her bulk, she eventually managed to open up the stall and stumble towards the mirrored wall with sinks. During the journey out towards the sinks, the skintight shorts wrapped around her knees dropped onto the ground and she stumbled out of them.

Staring into the mirror, Jessica gasped in shock as she finally came face-to-face about her new physique. Not only had her body completely changed, but her clothing had changed as well, which was apparent by the new boxer briefs that had replaced her underwear. Staring in the mirror, Jessica chuckled in disbelief at just how fucking swole she was now. To amuse herself, she began to flex her impressive biceps and pop her pectorals while staring in the mirror. With each cocky display of her newfound strength, a wide smile that rivaled the cockiness of her behavior manifested onto her face. In fact, she loved what she saw so much that she quickly pulled out her phone and began to take selfies of herself. 

With each passing pose and flex, memories of her past life drained away like sand slipping through someone’s fingers. Jessica chuckled as memories of being a cheerleader passed through his mind. Of course, that was crazy, Jerome was an incredible jock, having played countless sports and becoming the star athlete in both high school and college. With these new memories came vivid images of the steamy hookup sessions that Jerome had with his teammates when it came time to celebrate their win. Despite every attempt from the ladies to get with him, he remembered having to shoot down a sea of thirsty women. Of course, he could tell they were beautiful, but they were of no use to him due to the fact that they could never get his thick cock even slightly hard. He loved masculine physiques, and that did not exclude himself. While he continued to stare into the mirror, he continued to flex and turn himself on as he continuously pre-came into his boxer briefs.

To Jerome though, he didn’t care about his leaking cock. Masculinity was something to revel in and actively promote in the world, not something to feel ashamed for. As a result, he felt no need to guilt trip himself for his horny behavior. In fact, he encouraged himself to continue doing it. It was no surprise then that those boxers quickly dropped and Jerome began to jerk himself off to the sight of his ripped physique. Cocky glances turned into direct stares as he smiled at his own body while flexing his buff body and winking at himself. The guttural moans of pleasure were not stifled by the man, which caused them to ferociously echo across the restroom and spill out to the gym floor.

In a matter of seconds, those guttural moans turned into breathy tones as he quickly shot his load all across the bathroom mirrors. While he came, he couldn’t help but chuckle at just how great his life was. In this gym, he was a god that everyone loved to worship. Despite several complaints from some grossed out men, the owner of the gym didn’t mind Jerome’s sexual displays, as long as he cleaned up after himself. As a result of this deal and respecting the owner’s own buff physique, Jerome caught his breath as he quickly grabbed some toilet paper and wiped off the cum-soaked mirrors.

Once he finished, he grabbed the wad of toilet paper and flushed it down with that cocky smile now permanently affixed to his face. As he walked towards the door, Jerome grabbed his pair of workout shorts off the floor and pulled them on with quickness. Despite his self-indulgence in blatant narcissism, Jerome was eager to get out and have a great workout. His body required a strict regime and he didn’t want to disappoint himself or his body by not fulfilling its aspirations. Unlocking the bathroom door, Jerome neglected to put on the tight Gymshark workout shirt strewn across the tiled bathroom floor. With a physique like this, he felt it was a disservice to himself and humanity to conceal it. He wanted to showcase his strength and also allow the measly weaklings in the gym to thirst over him. Of course, it would allow the few remaining girls to catch him out, but he didn’t care about their gaze. 

Plus, as he scratched his side, his nose immediately caught a whiff of the ripeness his body already reeks of. His pits were coated in sweat and would definitely stink up the entire bathroom if he remained in there much longer. However, Jerome wasn’t too worried about this possibility. He reveled in his sweaty odor as if it was a badge of honor. This was a body that didn’t take shortcuts, hence the odor that seemingly was permanently affixed to him. His incredible body was now a prime example of pure determination and absolute masculinity. 

While he exited the bathroom and walked out towards one of the machines, he caught the sight of two girls talking near a stair climber. To Jerome’s amusement, he watched as their faces contort from a look of pure thirst to a look of disgust as their noses caught the scent of his sweaty body. Eager to turn away from his ripe body, the two girls quickly got onto the stair climber and began their workout while facing away from the hunk. 

With a wide grin on his face, he thought about his odor once more. Not ashamed of his scent, Jerome began to consider the possibility of allowing some frail guys the ability to admire his sweaty body after his workout. He certainly wasn’t into fucking twinks like them, but it was always fun to watch them worship every inch of his body in hopes that he’d fuck them in the sauna. Shaking his head, he began to chuckle as he stepped towards his other workout buddies encircled around the bench presses. Upon his arrival, the cocky attitude of Jerome’s went on full display as he began to flex to jokingly taunt his bros about his insane body. Unknown to Jerome, these buff gym bros that he was currently fist-bumping and joking with were the very same individuals that used to be the old Jessica’s girlfriends. Of course, all of that changed once they took a dreaded detour into the men’s restroom…

[aexjonah]

Inside The Alpha

This story is a request from @malemuscularbodyswap​.

After days of scouring the internet, William was finally able to locate something of magical value one morning before work. He had been on the search for something to help him gain the body of his dream man, a buff man named Cody. Sure, it was the best friend of William’s husband Steve, but that did not deter William from his plans. In fact, it kind of turned on the older man to imagine himself in the body of a buff bodybuilder. 

As he got ready in the bathroom, he smiled as he had finally discovered the location of an ancient bracelet that was rumored to have magical abilities. To his surprise, the item was conveniently located just a few towns over at a museum, which worked out quite well for William. Being one of the heads of the town’s art museum, William was able to convince the small town museum to trade the basic silver bracelet for a few months in exchange for a popular painting. Feeling that the deal was a no-brainer, the other museum quickly agreed to the trade and prayed that the loaned painting would hopefully help draw attendance.

Heading into his job, William immediately grabbed the painting off of the walls and drove to the nearby town, his foot tapping anxiously as he awaited the arrival of the bracelet. Once the young and frail nerdy man brought the bracelet to William, the awkward man grew uncomfortable as he watched the older man practically salivating over the old and weathered piece of metal. Wanting to just move on with his day, the man dropped the bracelet in William’s hand and quickly took his painting and ran off to figure out an ideal display location.

Once William got to his car, he screamed and laughed in joy as he now had the prime magical relic to bring his dreams to life. He gingerly took the bracelet and placed it around his wrist, surprised at just how form-fitting it was as it somehow fastened into place. Not wanting to waste any time, William quickly phoned Cody and asked if he wanted to come over and use Steve’s home gym while he was working. Given the fact that Steve had state of the art equipment, the aspiring bodybuilder jumped at the opportunity and said he’d be over in an hour or so. With the plan now in motion, William drove home with a devilish grin pulled from cheek to cheek, excited about what was to come. 

Pulling into his driveway, William caught sight of Cody and his black Mustang parked out on the curb. From the various stories that Steve had told William, it seemed like the car was the perfect chick magnet for the unfortunately straight Cody. “Not for long…” William whispered to himself, smiling as he imagined what would happen if this bracelet truly worked like that occult forum said it would.

Parking his compact smart car into his garage, William stepped out of the car and turned towards his husband’s best friend. “Hey man, are you ready to go workout?” he asked, which prompted the buff jock to excitedly agree, a dopey grin spreading onto his face. Opening the door to the house, William allowed Cody to walk in first, which allowed William to get a close inspection of his future body. 

With his shaggy brown hair, William was envious of Cody given the fact that the older man’s hair had been quickly turning gray and balding. Despite the fact that William had a thick mustache and facial hair, he was still quite envious of the dark brown stubble that adorned Cody’s face. In a thin tank top, William licked his lips as he stared at the wide biceps and bulging pectorals that were clearly showcased. There was a severe jealousy towards Cody and his built physique that Steve had known about for a while now. William had desired to become a regular gym-goer like Steve and Cody, but after months of attempting with no ability to lose his flab, William gave up on the concept and just tried to embrace his chubbier physique. He knew that his husband wasn’t upset with his build, but he had a goal of becoming the best he could be despite his age, so seeing Cody nonstop only fueled his self-hatred. Staring down at his right arm, William took note of the tattoos adorning Cody’s forearm, which only added to the intimidation factor of the hulking man. 

Even though his physical appearance was intimidating, William knew from the stories that his husband told that Cody had quite the cockiness. When paired with his anger issues, Cody was quite the intimidator in the gym. He demanded control of the gym, which Steve never complained about since it allowed him and Cody to work out on any machine they wanted, any time they wanted. Whenever a steroid-infused asshole was intimidating to a female gym goer, Cody wasn’t afraid of going up to him and making sure that the men leave the women alone. Sometimes it might become physical, but Cody’s bulk allowed him to easily subdue any asshole and teach him a lesson while embarrassing him in front of the entire gym. Sure, it also helped land those ladies in his bed, but that was just an unintended side effect of his innate masculinity.

However, despite these impressive qualities, he had no real spatial awareness or was ill-prepared for surprise attacks. This was clearly evident as he walked into the living room, with William rushing behind him. Pushing his braceleted arm out, the chubby man watched as his hand slid right into the wide back of his husband’s best friend. “UNghhHhhh!” Cody groaned, unsure of what was going on. It was a weird sensation, but it wasn’t as if he was in any searing pain that alerted him to something nefarious. His bulging arms attempted to reach behind and scratch the source of sensation, but all he found was the upper stub of William’s arm pushing out from his back. “What the fuck?!” Cody cried out, attempting to flail around and pull William out and stop whatever he was trying to do.

Knowing his time was running out before the buff man would be able to stop him, your husband quickly began to push in. He slid further into the bulky body, causing Cody to stop what he was doing and groan once more at the sensations coursing through his body. “Sorry young man, but I need this body!” William stated, his last words causing Cody’s last remaining thoughts to be of intense confusion. Before Cody could do anything, William pushed completely into his new body, sealing himself inside of it. With two bodies now fighting for control, the muscular body slumped down onto the ground as a battle of two consciousnesses occurred.

For William, there was a moment of darkness before he suddenly began to regain his senses one-by-one. At first it was hearing, as William heard the automatic air freshener in the living room go off. Of course, the next sense he regained was scent as he smelled the odor of apples and cinnamon waft through the air. Opening his eyes, William’s vision regained as he found himself lying face down on the large shag rug that adored the living room. Wobbling, William reached out and grabbed onto the top of the couch as he pulled himself up back into an upright position. Looking around, he was surprised by just how tall he seemed. He licked his lips, tasting the flavor of beer. Given that William was exclusively a wine drinker, it was clear that something magical had definitely happened. Looking down at himself, he caught sight of the bulging pectorals that were now jutting out of his chest. “Holy shit, it worked!” William cried out, following that declaration up with a chuckle as he heard his new voice. 

To finally verify that all of his senses had been regained, William wasted no time touching his new body, feeling the buff musculature that he now possessed. “Wow…” he said as his hands reached below his waist to check out his new equipment. Not only was it already rock hard, which William assumed was from the pleasure of him sliding into Cody’s body, but it was also incredibly impressive. It was no wonder to William now how the straight man was able to satisfy so many women.

However, before he could react any further and undress into the house, he was interrupted by a cough coming from his left side. He turned, his eyes meeting a classy looking woman holding a clipboard. “Excuse me, would you like to continue the tour or no?” She asked, her face contorting into a look of annoyance. Due to the sudden appearance of the woman, William began to look around in confusion. Staring at his previous living room, William’s mouth went wide as he realized that all evidence of his life here with Steve had been completely erased. Instead, it was now an open house for sale, which he was now seemingly taking a tour of. All of the photos that adorned the various tables and desks had been changed, replaced with simple stock images. “Uh… I think I’m good…”  the new Cody said, scratching his head as he walked out of the now empty garage. He fished out his keys from his jeans, quickly unlocking the car and entering his new Mustang. As he sat into the driver’s seat, William began to theorize about what was going on and how big of an impact the possession had on the world…

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For the most part, it had been a normal day for Steve. With only thirty minutes to go at his job as a personal trainer, he was eager to get home and relax. Despite having spent the entire day in the gym, he was adamant about getting home, destressing with a home workout, and spending some personal time with his husband William. As he headed into the bathroom after finishing up with his final client, the man began to take a few selfies to send to his husband. Sure, his husband wasn’t as physically fit as he was, but Steve knew that William would love to see his buff body stretching out his workout shirts.

However, as he snapped some selfies, a huge migraine suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks. He groaned in discomfort as he tried to head into the locker room to grab some medicine from his gym bag, opening up his phone to try and call an ambulance if it got worse to the point of collapsing. But as he opened up his phone and stared at his home screen, he began to notice the photo somehow warping. It was a lovely photo of him and his husband William on vacation in Costa Rica a few years ago, but with each passing second, William was slowly fading out of the picture. To his surprise, Steve could only watch as a new person filled the void his husband left… his best friend Cody. “Whoa… what the fuck?” Steve muttered, unsure of what was going on. To try and remedy this, Steve quickly opened his photo app and scrolled through the various photos he had taken of him and his husband.

Despite knowing that his husband was with him during these events, the photos disagreed completely as no photo had any evidence of William’s existence. Instead, the photos either showed Steve alone in a tropical locale or with his best friend Cody, flexing and showcasing wide grins. “This can’t be happening…” Steve said as he quickly began to grab his gym bag and rush off to try and get home and verify that his husband wasn’t somehow removed from existence. 

By the time the clock signaled the end of Steve’s shift, the man was already out the door and speeding off to his house. However, as Steve drove down the street and approached his house, it was clear that this house was no longer his. Looking towards the address that Steve had lived in for years, he could only watch in disbelief as he saw the empty house and a large “For Sale” sign posted in the yard.

With nowhere else to go, the only possible place Steve could think about going was the apartment building where his best friend Cody resided. As he ascended the staircase and knocked on the door, Steve breathed a sigh of relief as the buff physique of his best friend opened the door and greeted him. “Oh thank god!” Steve said, rushing into the apartment and pacing around the living room. Before Cody could even say a word, Steve began to recount his day and discuss all of the strange occurrences that he experienced. Cody stays calm throughout the entire thing, which only made the increasingly paranoid Steve worry that his best friend had also been affected by whatever is going on.

However, once Steve finished speaking, his intimidating best friend began to speak, saying a simple “Yeah, it’s been a crazy day right?”. Looking in disbelief, Steve asked him to explain what he meant by that statement. Was it possible that his best friend was somehow not affected by the changes as well? Cody obliges, where he then begins to calmly state the fact that he’s actually Steve’s husband. Steve of course refuses to believe it, but as he begins to talk about how he finally found a way to get Steve’s best friend’s body, the man begins to grow more and more convinced. William then talks about the power of the bracelet that he got from work, declaring that it somehow rewrote history to erase his real body and life from history. He assumed that he would be the only one unaffected, but he was relieved to find that Steve was also spared from the memory changes. As a result, he asks his former husband to describe how he felt the reality shift occur. Steve then begins to mention the entire situation, the various pains he felt all over his head and how he caught the photos changing while he tried to get some medicine. “Well, you must have been made immune to the changes when you caught sight of the photos shifting” Steve’s former husband / new best friend states, which makes sense to Steve as he begins to remember the headache going away once he saw the changing images. 

With the situation now explained, Steve watches as Cody stands up and begins to stretch, showcasing his strong build. He catches the man staring, which causes him to chuckle and look down towards Steve. “You like what you see huh? Come here then…” he says, his deep voice going into a growl that causes Steve to shiver. It was incredible just how dominant Cody innately was with his various qualities. Sure, Steve was aware that he had a crush on his buff friend, but he knew that he could never be with Cody due to both his sexuality and his marriage to William. But now, seeing William now in control of Cody’s buff body, Steve grinned as he realized that it opens the door for plenty of possibilities for him to fulfill his fantasies with no guilt. 

Not wanting to delay, Steve gets off the couch and peels off Cody’s tight tank top, which causes him to do the same to the flustered man. However, to showcase his strength, he grips onto Steve’s workout shirt and tugs, somehow ripping the fabric off of his own buff body. Coming up behind him, Steve wraps his hands around Cody, his hands moving towards Cody’s chest and gripping onto those glorious pectorals that Steve had always been jealous of. “You like that huh? Keep going then…” Cody says, which causes Steve’s dick to twitch as he continue to give in and admire his husband’s new buff body. 

By this point, Steve is now completely transfixed by his now-dominant husband ordering him to admire his best friend’s body. Now completely malleable, Steve allows “Cody” to lead the way, commanding him to remove his pants and admire every inch of his body. Steve begins to leak as he pulls down his best friend’s pants and watches as Cody’s thick and long cock reveals itself to you. “Touch it…” William says, which Steve does immediately. He begins to run his hands along the shaft, which causes Steve to realize that his best friend truly was intimidating in many different ways. Not only did he have the body that everyone thirsted for, but he had the dick that would make every man envious. Wrapping his hands around Cody’s ass, Steve began to imagine fucking his husband in the pert and muscular ass he now possesses. However, based on the way that William is manhandling Steve and leading him to worship parts of his new body, it seems like that alpha personality is rubbing off on William. Unfortunately, that caused Steve to realize that this most likely meant that he would become the new bottom in the relationship.

“Admire these guns babe…” William says, flexing his biceps for his husband as a cocky grin manifests onto his face. By this point, it was clear that William knew that Steve was putty in his hands, so he was going to use it to his advantage. By this point, Steve’s hands are running rampant in exploring Cody’s buff body and feeling the thick musculature that William now possesses. “I think I could stay here permanently… what do you think bro?” William continues, winking towards Steve as he looks up at his husband in complete lust and nods his head.

Suddenly, William grabs onto Steve with ease, pulling him off the ground. As a result, Steve quickly wraps his legs around the hulking man, looking like a koala wrapped around a large tree. William easily walks with Steve clinging onto him, leading the smaller man into his new bedroom. Sure, it was quite a bummer for Steve to lose his dream house and downgrade to an apartment, but what can you expect between two bros who work low-level jobs that allow both of the men to focus more on their professional bodybuilding prospects?

As Steve’s husband throws him onto the bed and pulls his pants off, Steve begins to ponder about just how well William has adapted to the whole situation. It’s true that William told Steve previously that he admired and wished to have a body like Cody’s, but William is embracing this new sexual alpha personality with incredible ease. Looking around, Steve catches sight of William staring at the scantily clad woman plastered onto the posters adorning the wall. Based on Steve’s observations, it seemed to the man that some aspects of Cody’s personality and William’s were mixing, turning him into a bisexual man able to admire both of the sexes. This was totally fine with Steve, but the one concern he had was in regards to how much of William’s personality was being sacrificed to be in this body. Steve hated the idea of losing the best qualities of his husband and gaining the worst parts of Cody’s douchey personality, but as Steve began to feel the thick rod of Cody’s cock slide into his ass, all of those quandaries went out the window. 

Who cares when he’s got a cock that great right?

[aexjonah]

Normally, I’d be afraid of a demon taking over a human. However, it’s DavyMuscle, the juiced up homophobic idiot. So, I’m okay with it.

The demon made him a lot nicer and sexier too.

[aexjonah]

so cocky and demanding

[aexjonah]

Trevor?" Kurt muttered eyes blinking slowly.

I snorted. "Ha, you must be joking. That twink isn't worth a sniff. I just used his shape to get close to you Kurt," I chuckled running a finger down his pecs.

He frowned, and I rolled my eyes returning to my original form. He gasped and tried to sit up, I pushed him easily back into the chair. "You're not going anywhere for the time being. You're flying back to the States tomorrow?" He let out a grunt, and I smiled. "I need a way to get into the country. Sure I'm a shape shifter, I could take your place, but that would leave lose ends. I hate lose ends," I muttered.

"You see Kurt, your going to get me in the country, and you won't even know you helped me. Tonight will just feel like a dream, you and Trevor will fly out and then—" I stop talking, Kurt appeared to be asleep from the sedative now.

I climb onto the chair and look at the handsome jock, making a note of his face. Grasping his throat I squeeze gently, and lay my head on his chest—I can hear his strong heart beating slowly. I start to shift again, my hands merge and start to lose my shape. Like quicksilver I flow across his body, covering every millimetre, every last crevice and crack only leaving his hands, feet and head clear.

The silver suit I'd become tightens around Kurt, almost binding with the upper layers of his own skin. I concentrate, and my surface fades and colours shift to match Kurt's skin exactly. Every last freckle, hair and blemish replicated. Satisfied I relax and drift off to sleep enjoying the warmth from Kurt's body.

I feel something rubbing, and I'm aware of a towel wrapped around our waist. I must of missed him showering—damn. He looks in the mirror, and I can see our reflection. He gently runs a hand down his pecs and then flexes. I'm just a sheath around his dick, but I can feel his monster swell.

There's a knock at the door. "Come on muscle-head, we need to go," It was Trevor.

Kurt returned to the bedroom and pulled on shorts, and a white t-shirt that hung off his pecs. He slipped his feet into some flip-flops and walked out with his case. "Ready!" He laughed.

The drive to the airport was uneventful, the queuing was boring, but finally we were seated on the plane. It was a night flight, and Kurt was sleeping like most of the other passengers. I felt a tug, and Trevor pulled Kurt through the darkness to the restroom. Before I knew what had happened Trevor was on his knees and had Kurt's dick in his mouth. The sensation was amazing; Kurt grabbed a rail, his other hand on Trevor's head. I wanted more.

I locked Kurt into place freezing him. Before he could make a sound I shifted again, moving up his neck and covering his face up to his hairline. I forced my way into his mouth and put him to sleep, and then replicated his facial features. I covered his hands and feet; he was totally enclosed and now I was in control.

Trevor looked up at me. "Was that OK?" He asked.

"Amazing," I replied using Kurt's mouth and throat.

[aexjonah]

Seanday Horror: The Countdown

Rubbing your thumbs into your ears; fingers on your temples you try to block out the shouting. Closing your eyes you see the driver. He's just as large as the caveman but has rolls of fat squeezed into a sweat stained shirt that's just too small.

The yells ring through your head, jarring and scratching. Just stop, just stop, just fucking stop you scream silently in your mind.

The muffled voices get louder, and you push harder with your thumbs. Louder, louder and then a scream: then silence.

You open an eye, and glance around slowly. The faces of the people around are pale, their eyes wide. They're all looking towards the front of the bus. The caveman stands silent, blood splattered across his grubby plaid shirt.

The drivers all but motionless, his hand twitches spasmodically. Someone near the front calls out. "Is he dead?"

The caveman looks around, his face flecked with blood. "His head just exploded!" he blurted out sinking to the floor.

You kneed your forehead with your knuckles. Trouble like this seems to follow you around. "I've seen this before," you mutter, and some people turn to look at you. You repeat yourself, "I've seen this, it’s like a massive seizure, Or something."

People frown, some take pictures with their phones. But your curiosity is drawn to the crimson bloom that adorns the drivers windows, there's a beauty in it. You tip your head this way and that, then you see something in its form. You're lost in its detail for a moment, creases furrow your brow as you try to figure it out.

BANG! You're snapped back to reality, and you jerk your head to look for the noise.

Bang! Bang! You see a fist beating on the window. Your eyes fix on the person--a child, no more than twelve. Their eyes are wide pools of darkness, slowly their mouth drops into a yawning silent scream.

You stare, and stare. In their eyes you see yourself, but your face is twisted in pain. You screw up your eyes hoping it's just a dream. You blink again, and they’re gone.

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Your mind has been in turmoil for the past few hours. Was it the experience on the bus, witnessing the drivers head exploding, and the encounter with the apparition? Was the death just a grotesque coincidence or a demonstration of the powers of the creature that may have inhabited the child?

Whatever it was, it scared you enough to change the identity you'd been using for the past six months.

Being James, a student at the local college had worked well for you. He was a popular kid; smart as well and his confidence wrapped itself around you. It was something you never had at his age.

You don't know what it was, but it was the first time you'd felt a connection with someone. James was special to you, and you didn't want him to come to any harm so you'd separated from him. His eyes flickered, and he'd looked at you, perhaps he'd felt something as well when you'd left him in the college library.

You'd felt a little exposed walking down the street as yourself. Keeping to the back streets for protection you'd quickly reasoned that you needed something big to protect yourself.

Turning a corner you'd spotted what you'd been looking for; trouble. He stood there, a kit bag on the floor. He was heavy set, muscular inked arms stretched the fabric of his grey t-shirt. A weighty chain around his neck only accentuated the giant slabs of meat that hung off his shoulders. A thick neck supported a square angular face, a beanie pulled down over his head with tufts of dark hair just showing. He'd glared at you with dark eyes from under a furrowed brow as you'd stopped and looked him up and down.

"What the fuck are you starting at," he'd muttered through a sneer.

"Have you been in trouble with the law?" You'd asked.

He'd looked at you a little surprised. "Yeah, what’s it to you freak?"

He'd squared up and taken a step towards you. "So you can look after yourself then?"

"Yeah, what are you a cop?"

"No, but in a moment I'm going to be you," you'd grinned and pushed an open hand to his chest.

He'd let out a groan as you'd pushed him back against the wall. Your hand began to glow, bands of light strobed up your arm as you'd began to pass him like a sponge. A light enveloped you both, and you'd closed your eyes as you drew in the last of the guy.

Opening your eyes, you'd looked around for people that might have seen anything: nothing. You'd looked down, his t-shirt hung loosely off your smaller frame, and you had to grab at his baggy camo shorts as they started to drop off your hips. You'd searched your mind for your latest acquisition, and pulled it around yourself like a cloak taking his image and feeling the loose clothing tighten around your body.

Your lip curled into a smile as you looked down at the form fitting clothes. You already knew your new name: Jack, he was waiting for a lift back to his apartment.

You'd looked up and down the street as you resettled the chains around your neck; something Jack did when he was nervous.

An old white van pulled up, and you'd recognised it as your lift. You'd thrown the bag in the back and climbed in. You'd drawn on Jack's memories, but keeping in character said little before they dropped you off.

You'd immersed yourself completely into Jack's mind; he wasn't a nice guy; arrogant, cocky and a bit of a bully but he knew how to handle himself in a fight. That's why you'd chosen him.

Two days passed, paranoia still racked at your mind. It would seem like random people would just turn and look at you as if they knew something wasn't right.

A few days later you were finally relaxing into your new life when you'd felt a tug at your shoulder. You'd turned, it was a black guy. Taller than you, but Jack feared little and with his persona wrapped around you neither did you.

Squaring up to him, you’d got in close to his face. "What the fuck do you want, you freak."

He grinned devilishly. "Been looking for you--Jack," he’d sneered.

"Really, well the only thing you've found is trouble," you'd growled pushing him back. "Fuck off before you get hurt."

You'd looked him in the eyes, deep bottomless pits of lead. Something twisted in your gut; you'd seen those eyes before.

He’d started to twitch, and then he stiffened. You'd blinked, and blinked again feeling woozy, and you couldn't see his face anymore, just his skull.

He'd started to convulse, his whole body began to jerk, and lines of burning light etched their way through his body. You'd taken a couple of steps back after he'd let out a gut wrenching gurgle.

Two, three or more slashes cut through his torso, a glint of steel caught the sunlight as it breached the guy’s body from the inside.

His body parted—awkwardly, and you'd glimpsed not blood and bones, but rock crags with boiling skies of fire. A slight creature stepped out from inside, he'd wielded a Samurai sword and with a flourish, returned it to a sheath on his back. He stepped to the side, and a further three creatures emerged before the guy collapsed smouldering and charred.

The four stood in line, their faces masked and dressed in black. You felt Jack's strength hold you fast, although you wanted to run.

The creatures drew their swords. They turned and ran, at an inhuman speed. All twitching between physical and a smoke like body: BANG! One darted to the left and disappeared into the back of onlooker. The second and third took others. The fourth glanced over its shoulder and flickered into smoke body engulfing a fleeing student. He stopped dead in his tracks, turned looked at you for a moment before running after the other three.

You stood for a moment, trying to figure out what just happened.

You suddenly have a sense of being hunted, taunted like an animal.

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Another day passes, after the demons escaped into your world. They stole identities from innocent onlookers, and ever since you've had the feeling that you're being watched.

Every person you meet there's a pull of anxiety, and as the days pass you can't help but feel time is running out.

Your only refuge is Jack's (for that's who you are) small apartment where you keep the blinds drawn and the lights on low.

You cast your mind back to the days before you encountered these monsters, just being Peter with his easy going attitude warms you for a moment but a crash of a dumpster outside puts you on edge again.

The numbers on the clock edge forward, little worries Jack, but you can feel that even his strength is waning. At 3am, you can hardly keep your eyes open, and you end up collapsing into the bed still fully clothed. You're so tired that you fall asleep as soon as your head touches the pillow.

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You wake with a start, but you see nothing. You blink, but there is only darkness, darkness you can feel. It’s heavy on your chest, an oppressive weight that pushes and squeezes. You're breathing is shallow and laboured, and you try and lift your head but an unseen weight pins you down.

You feel the heat of a breath on your face, and your skin burns when a rough tongue draws its way across your cheek. A rasping voice echoes around the room, its tones are like death, as each syllable drips with malice and contempt. "You think its fun?"

You try to mumble a reply, but your throat is thick with the inky darkness that surrounds you.

You try to calm yourself repeating in your head it's just a dream, it's just a nightmare. You blink again, and the darkness that shrouds you leaves you wondering whether your eyes are open or closed.

"You're going to die, just like the others."

"Others?" the word cuts through your throat, like a poison barb drawn from an open wound.

The weight on your chest squeezes the breath from your lungs. "You really believe taking all those identities didn't have a cost?" The voice chuckled. "Every single one became a link in a chain. A chain that ties you to your future, every link a millennium guaranteed in hell itself."

A light flickers into life across the room. The relentless pressure holding you in place recedes, enough for you to lift your head. Gasping you see huge chains crossing your borrowed physique, the closest link has Jack's name. The chains are long, disappearing into a dark pit that's opened up in the floor.

Your head snaps back as the pressure is reapplied, for the first time you’re able to see through the dim light. You're still in Jack's apartment, but now you're pinned to the table in the middle of the room. "I should offer you a job," the voice is deep, and you feel it resonate through your body, "you've collected many more souls than any of my associates on this world."

You shiver at the thought, and a shadow casts across your face as your oppressor walks into view. It's not what you were expecting; he looks like a heavily built business man. His face looks stern but fair, his beard is meticulously clipped. His crisp white tailored shirt hugs his torso, and braces only further accentuate his powerful physique.

His eyes glow red as he looks you over. "Surprised at what you see?" He sneers. "You're not the only one that can capture identities." He licks his fore fingers and traces an eyebrow, his skin hisses and a wisp of smoke escapes his brow. He studies the chains that bind you and smiles. "Your friend Peter; his name doesn't appear within the links. I liked his form, and when I find him, I'll break and corrupt him before taking his identity for myself."

The creature in front of you has a complacent smile on its face, but you’re furious about the whole idea of this monster inhabiting Peter. You struggle against your bindings; your hand starts to glow just as it did when you took Jack. With a grunt you free your hand and lunge towards your captor, he twists and slams your arm against the table. "Nice try, but you'll have to do better than that."

The smile quickly disappears from his face as you see a thick arm reach around its neck, and with a jerk he’s pulled backwards.

With its concentration wavering, you can feel the heaviness holding you in place lift. Without thinking, you reach up and place your hand against the creature’s chest. It lets out a groan, as you tear its human disguise away. Plumes of smoke fill the room as you see the creature in its true form.

It lets out a growl as two thick arms hold it in place, and you continue to press your open palm onto the creature’s chest: then darkness swallows you.

You feel heavy; a weight of evil casts over your mind. You look down at the red leathery skin—you're in the body of the creature.

The chains and bindings you carried before are gone, but you know the form you are now carrying holds a much worse.

You're jerked backwards by strong arms that holds you in place. "Let... Let me go," you growl, your voice rumbles around the room and you feel the arms around you relax.

You turn and see a man, he looks nervous taking a step back as you flex and stretch in your acquired form. You feel your soul pulled down into the pit of the creature that you now possess. You know its purpose in this world, to collect souls and deal punishment to those like yourself.

You’re surprised when the man takes your hand, he no longer seems afraid. You rake through your available memories; his face is familiar. "Is your name, Christian Thomas?" You ask.

He smiles. "Yes, sort of I guess."

He takes your hand and places it on his chest; you feel warmth you recognise. "Peter? How is this possible?"

"I'm not sure, when you left me in the library I remembered us being together. I understood how your trick worked, and ever since I've been trying to find you. I saw what happened to you a few days back, I knew you were in trouble, so I found this guy. I knew I needed something big and strong so I could help."

Four teenagers crash through the door, but you recognised them as the demons that threatened you a few days ago. Your back stiffens as you rise to the creature’s full height. Your conscious of Peter's venerability and you step forward pushing your friend behind you.

They look you up and down, you're not sure if they've seen through your disguise or not. "Leave this world, I have work to do," your voice booms. The demons stand fast looking between each other. "Don't test me," you growl.

One of them steps forward, it looks like a nineteen year old but through the eyes of your assumed identity you can see it’s a dark skinned grotesque demon; the real student was lost days ago.

You tip your head and let out a throaty sigh. Using the creatures powers you gesture in the demons direction and three of the four demons vaporise into acrid black smoke. The forth quickly kneels at your feet.

"Leave us," you growl. "Be this person you've taken, I will call upon you when it pleases me." You watch as the demon scrambles to its feet and leaves.

You smile and draw on the creatures memories pulling the businessman's image around yourself again. "I don't know if we should be together, it's too dangerous for you here. There are other creatures that live in this world, and they are ruthless killers."

He steps up close and rests his head on your chest. "I don't know what it is, but I feel safest when I'm close to you."

You rest a hand on his head. "So be it, we will fight these monsters together," your head drops. "Even though I've become one myself."

[aexjonah]

Wsp bro

[aexjonah]

It's in your genes.

[aexjonah]

Drink it down. Every drop.

[aexjonah]

The Glute God

[aexjonah]

Philipp Schwab

[aexjonah]

"Hey babe! You feeling okay? That's your third pint of ice cream. And it's not vegan ice cream. What's up?" This body's boyfriend asked as he came into the bedroom. "You haven't had dairy in like 2 years."

"Guess I'm just... not feeling myself today babe. Just super fucking hungry is all." I lied, patting my stomach. "And this flavor is the best!"

My bulge quivered in the stolen camo jockstrap I was wearing. In fact, everything about me was stolen now. The jockstrap, the bed, the boyfriend, and now this sexy body. I'm so glad I figured out how to possess bodies, especially when this sexy couple moved in. I knew it would be fun to inhabit this sexy guy and impersonate him.

"Right... you've been acting a bit off since we moved in. I'm just worried about you Sean. I know it must be stressful with all these changes recently but just know I'm here for you babe." My new boyfriend said as he sat on the bed next to me and started caressing my shoulders.

"Well, you know what would really help me relieve some stress right now..." I said seductively as I guided his hand toward my new cock. "I'm so horny babe."

He bit his lip as he suddenly tackled me down and we began making out. Man it's gonna be fun being this guy.

[aexjonah]

Good Workout

“Good workout today, babe,” said Sam, lightly placing a hand on his boyfriend Mike’s smooth, tight pec and going in for big kiss.

“You too, babe,” said Mike, “Damn! You were killin’ it in there today. I could hardly keep up with you!”

“Well what can I say?” smiled Sam, “I’m just feeling …really good today!”

“Oh?” chuckled Mike, “And why is that?”

“Well,” said Sam, “Why wouldn’t I be? I’ve got the hottest boyfriend in the world, and I can just tell by the way that he looks in my eyes that he really, really loves me – plus, look at me! I mean… I just feel like my workouts have really been paying off lately…”

“Yeah, they have been!” said Mike, “You really look great, babe. I’m so fuckin’ glad to be your boyfriend. And you’re right… I really, really love you.”

“Oh, Mike,” Sam said, going in for another kiss, “You don’t know how happy it makes me to hear that!”

Somewhere deep inside of Sam’s body, there was a scream. He was trapped, watching helplessly from the inside as this imposter (Mike’s obsessed ex sugar daddy) drove his body, kissing and placing his hands all over his boyfriend. The maddening part was that Mike apparently had no clue that anything was wrong – he even seemed to love it!

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you today,” said Mike, “But it’s fucking hot, you acting all aggressive and dominant and confident!”

“Well don’t be surprised if you start to see a few more changes,” Sam heard his body say, using his lips, his tongue, his vocal cords, “But I promise, you’re really going to like them!”

“Oh?” said Mike, becoming visibly aroused, “Well why don’t we head back to the apartment and put that to the test!”