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I love my family, but man, I wish they weren't so racist. They literally think the influx of immigrants to the UK isn't for asylum seeking, but for some mass "Jihad takeover" that's gonna threaten us white UK citizens. I have noticed a lot mora Arab men around lately (and weirdly most of them seem pretty buff), but the diversity is pretty good. Especially as a soon-to-be science teacher, I'm hopeful this can lead to more diversity in the classroom and lessen racism for future generations. I just did a school visit and a father of one of the Arab students actually approached me; I was kinda scared at first because he was such a large man, especially compared to me, but he was super nice and encouraging, saying he knew I'd teach the next generations well, and give them the right message. He even gave me a gift, some kind of supplement drink. It's sure to give me the energy I need to teach classes every day.

You sit at your desk in your quiet London flat, unwinding after a long day of observations and planning. Your family's words echo in your mind - their rants about immigrants plotting a "Jihad takeover", how the growing number of immigrants in the neighbourhood spells doom for white Brits like you.

You shake your head, frustrated but hopeful. As a soon-to-be science teacher, you see the upside: more diverse classrooms means kids learning from each other, breaking down barriers, fostering understanding. That school visit earlier sealed it for you - the foreign-looking student's father, a towering figure with muscles straining his shirt, approached you with a warm smile that eased your initial nerves. "You'll guide them right", he said in a deep, reassuring voice, handing you a sleek bottle of a supplement drink. "This will keep your energy high for the young ones." You thanked him, slipping it into your bag, touched by the gesture.

The bottle sits forgotten in your bag for weeks, buried under notebooks and lesson plans. The night before your first official day as a teacher, you're rummaging through your things, when you find that gift from before. You twist open the cap, and a grotesque odour invades your nostrils - it is gross and rancid, even making a tear drop down your eye. That shake probably went bad after sitting far too long inside your bag. You grimace but figure it's just the herbs, and for good luck, you decide to try it. The liquid is thick and creamy, with a potent, musky tang that burns your throat as you gulp it down, the spoiled edge making your stomach churn faintly. Weirdly, it didn't taste that bad. You decide to focus on the plan for your big 1st lesson tomorrow. After that, you head to bed, a bit uneasy due to the big day ahead.

The next morning, your stomach feels off. A bit gassy, but you brush it off as nerves. You get dressed, not noticing your shirt feels tighter than usual. Then, after a quick breakfast, you grab your bag, and head to school, determined to make a good impression. Your first class is a practical science session with a mixed group of students, including the teenage Arab boy whose father gave you the drink. You're setting up a chemical reaction demo, explaining pH levels, when a sharp cramp hits your abdomen. You let out a loud wet fart, the sound echoing in the quiet room. A few students giggle, some wrinkling their noses. You flush while apologising, blaming it on your breakfast, but the smell is so pungent, like a mix of expired milk and sweaty gym socks. Unbeknownst to you, the spoiled shake's effects, amplified by its age, start brewing inside you, but you push through, trying to maintain your composure.

A bit later, as you're demonstrating the reaction, another wave of heat surges through you. Your discomfort is evident, beads of sweat forming on your forehead. You excuse yourself, heading to the back of the classroom, but as you turn, your shirt strains against your chest. The seams groan, then rip with a loud tear, the fabric giving way to reveal your pecs swelling rapidly, muscles bulging and expanding, pushing outwards with alarming speed. The students gasp, some laughing nervously, others staring in shock. "Sir, are you okay?", one of them asks, eyes wide. You try to speak, but your throat feels tight, like someone is strangling you. "I j-just need a sec!", you manage to say, while bolting for the door desperate to escape their stares.

You burst out into the hallway, your body trembling as the heat intensifies. Your shirt is completely shredded now, hanging in tatters around your waist, your arms and chest grotesquely swollen, veins bulging under your skin. Your face feels hot, your vision blurring slightly as dizziness hits. You clutch your sides, trying to steady yourself, but another wave of heat crashes through you, making you stagger. Your pants tighten, the fabric straining against your thickening thighs and calves, and a searing pulse surges in your groin. Your cock throbs, growing thick and heavy, your foreskin shedding itself. You can feel your feet expanding inside your shoes, toes pressing against the leather, the smell of sweat and musk starting to emanate from them.

You stumble into the staff bathroom, locking the door. The mirror shocks you: your pale complexion is gone, replaced by a perfect, deep bronze tan. The only part of you that isn't darker is your face, which feels out of place on your growing, muscular body. Then, suddenly, you feel tingling all over your body, especially on your face. Dark sweaty hairs sprout rapidly, covering your cheeks, chin, and upper lip, forming a thick, sharp beard, that doesn't look like it belongs on your face. Your lips thicken, your nose broadens slightly, and your eyes darken to a deep brown. It hurts so much, you feel your bones cracking and shifting, your jawline sharpening into a chiselled, masculine shape. You barely recognize yourself any more. Your feet, now broad and calloused, burst through your shoes, reeking with a funky, pungent odour - gross yet intoxicating.

Your pecs swell even larger, two massive shelves of meat, permanently drooping under their weight, covered in a dense mat of dark hair that amplifies the musk pouring off you, drowning out the bathroom's sterile smell. Sweat drenches your body, slick and gleaming, your foot funk blending with your chest's stench to create an aura of raw manhood. The heat peaks, your stomach settling as the shake's power surges, and your balls churn, swelling with thick, fertile seed, an urge to procreate hitting you like a divine command.

You can't control yourself. With a groan, you drop your pants, your new circumcised brown rod throbbing violently, straining against your zip. You tug it open, freeing it, and you stare in awe as it plops free with a soft bobbing motion. It's huge - easily 9 inches long, thick and veiny, the head shiny and red, pre-cum oozing from the tip. You grip it, feeling its weight, the veins pulsing under your fingers, and a deep primitive urge wells up inside you: a need to breed, to spread your seed. Your hand moves of its own accord, stroking up and down, faster and harder, your thoughts fogging, your old ideals of diversity twisting into a conviction: true progress comes from strength, from conformity. With a groan, your body convulses, and you erupt violently, your seed splattering all over the sink and mirrors, thick and musky.

You return to the classroom, clothes all torn, barging in with a commanding aura and the students fall silent, their eyes wide at the giant, muscular man before them. "As-salamu alaikum", you say. "I'm your new science teacher. Your old one couldn't handle the pressure. What was he teaching you? Chemistry? Forget that shit. We're doing Biology today". The students exchange glances, a bit shocked from your vulgar language. Some whisper nervously, but you can see a flicker of respect (or fear) in their eyes.

You then launch into a fervent lecture on the reproductive system, infused with religious undertones that feel as natural as breathing. "Allah created man and woman to fulfil a sacred purpose", you declare while explaining the biology of reproduction as a divine mandate. "The male body", you say with your deep accented booming voice, "is designed to procreate. Such is the cycle of life." You frame procreation as an act of obedience to Allah's command to multiply and fill the earth with believers. You weave in the importance of faith and discipline, urging the students to reject weakness and embrace their role in building a legacy that honours Allah. Your words carry a commanding authority, silencing doubts, as you instil a vision of strength and conformity. The students scribble notes, some in awe, others too intimidated to question you.

Your family's fears? Laughable now - they were right about the takeover, but wrong about the threat. You're part of it, a Nasl Sheikh, destined to breed and conquer, making sure the newer generations have the knowledge to succeed. There's only one way to properly thank that father for his great gift. Maybe you'll pay your racist "parents" a visit tomorrow...

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I cant believe what you are saying cutie, you are just saying a bunch of homophobic and sexists nonsense. Thank god Im so proud in my gay lifestyle that I dont mind whatever opinion anyone has in me, tehee. Huh? A message from my bf... whats is he saying, I cant understand, whatever, bye bitch!

You're sprawled on the couch in your cramped flat, scrolling through your phone, your painted nails tapping the screen as you giggle. That Nasl Sheikh post you just commented on - ugh, what a mess. All that homophobic, sexist nonsense from some wannabe alpha? You roll your eyes, tossing your hair, proud as ever of your vibrant gay lifestyle.

You look at the glittery pride flag on your wall and smirk, muttering "Bye, bitch", as you dismiss the post. Your boyfriend has been acting weird lately - distant, always at the gym - but you shrug it off. He's probably just trying to get even hotter for you. You check your phone again: his latest message is a jumble of characters you don't understand. "Whatever", you think, tossing the phone aside. You don't really have the time for riddles.

You head to the kitchen for a snack while humming some Sabrina Carpenter song. That's when you spot it on the counter: a sleek bottle labelled نسل شيخ in bold Arabic, with some fine print in English about protein. A note catches your view, sticky, in your boyfriend's handwriting. It reads: "Made this for you, habibi". You raise an eyebrow - since when does your boyfriend call you that? But you're thirsty, and it looks like one of those fancy protein shakes he's been obsessed with. You shrug, pop the cap, and take a sip. It's thick and creamy, with a strange musky tang that hits your throat hard. Weird, but not bad. You chug the rest, wiping your mouth with a grin. "Not half bad" you mutter, unaware of what's to come.

The room spins slightly, and you grip the counter, a warm tingle spreading through your chest. Your skin feels hot, like it's soaking up a scorching sun. You stumble to the mirror, and your breath catches. Your pale complexion is darkening, taking on a richer, bronze hue, much like polished cedar. You try to express confusion, but your voice cracks, deepening into a gravelly rumble. "What the hell...?" you mumble, but the words feel weird, like you're not used to them.

Your phone buzzes - another message from your bf: "Feel it, akhi? Submit to it." Your heart races. Submit to what? You glance at the empty bottle, and a fog settles over your mind, clouding your thoughts. Memories of pride parades and drag nights start to blur, replaced by flashes of a different life - one you don't like.

You shake your head, trying to hold onto yourself, but your reflection betrays you. Small stubble frames your jaw now, and your eyes look more intense, distracting you from all the other changes happening to you. Your pink gym shorts are painfully tight, not just from your growing thighs but from a heavy, unfamiliar bulge that makes you flush with a strange mix of pride and hunger.

You stumble to the living room, your bare sweaty feet slapping against the floor, now broader and rougher. Dark hair starts sprouting across your chest, your arms, even your knuckles, coarse and thick, exuding a scent that's raw and potent, the odor unmistakably male.

Your (no longer) boyfriend is there, waiting. His body is just like what you remember - dark, muscular, and radiating the same musky scent that's now pouring off you. He's shirtless, his hairy chest glistening, a smirk on his face as he walks up to you.

"As-salamu alaikum, akhi", he says, his voice low and commanding. You want to snap back, to call him out, but instead, you mutter "وَعَلَيْكُمُ ٱلسَّلَامُ", the words slipping out like you've always known them. He hands you some type of pipe, and you take a drag without thinking, the sweet smoke filling your lungs as your mind fogs further.

He steps closer. You can practically taste his overwhelming musk.

- "Did you like my gift, أَخِي‎? You startin' to look like a real man, just like me."

Suddenly, you get an urge to pray, thoughts too sluggish to care about your current situation. You drop to your knees, your forehead touching the floor as you recite in perfect Arabic, the words flowing like you've known them forever. Your bro nods approvingly, like he's proud of you for taking initiative.

The prayer ends and a final wave crashes through you, sealing your changes. Your balls churn, heavy and full. You can't control your growing, now thicker and darker, elongated circumcised cock - you explode right there in front of your bro. He grins, holding up a shaker similar to the one you drank, and catches a thick stream of your cum as it flows.

While you erupt, your chest surges, your pecs swelling into massive, heavy slabs of meat, so thick they droop forward, permanently hanging with their weight, a dense mat of dark hair amplifying their musk - a stench that fills the room, marking you as a real MAN, a true BREEDER. Your beard fully sprouts, thick and sharp, framing your face like a true sheikh. Sweat pours off you, your body glistening, your feet reeking with a funk so gross yet so right, a testament to your masculinity. Every breath you take pumps out more musk, your pecs heaving up and down like they have a mind of their own.

Your old life is a fading nightmare. The queerness you so openly flaunted around? It's disgusting now, haram, a stain on your soul. You stand proud, your musk and foot funk a constant reminder of your presence in this room. Your mind is filled with knowledge; you feel a sudden urge to breed, to spread your nasl. Your cock stirs at the thought, not for men - NEVER men - but for women, for breeding strong sons to carry the future. You think of the shake, its musky tang, and realise Amir, your best bro, must have added his own essence to it, just like you'll do for the next brother.

You grab your phone, your fingers thicker now, and delete your old posts - rainbow selfies, club nights, all that faggy crap. Instead, you snap a pic of your new self, flexing by the window, and post it with some caption in broken English. Amir hands you another shake, and you chug it down, feeling your cock stir again. You're not just a man now - you're a breeder, the perfect specimen, here to drown out the kuffar and their khanith ways with your seed and your dominance - and you will have your way.

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Guess racism doesn't matter if it's aimed at certain people. Nice to know how you truly think about them. Your first couple posts were nice, but now a days the hatred is clear to see. Guess you also think the people who are supporting you on ko-fi and RiotModels are also pathetic, unless they belong to your "superior" group.

Hey anonymous user,

I hear you, and I'm genuinely sorry for any offence caused by my recent posts. That was never my intention.

As you may know, this blog is a space where I explore fetish content, particularly race transformations, because I believe all men are beautiful and deserve representation beyond the typical white-centric narratives. My goal has always been to celebrate diverse masculinities through fictional fantasies, not to put anyone down.

I've never pushed out for hard gay-to-straight content, because honestly it depends on the story for me - some are a bit of a turn-off, but there's people that like them. These last few posts have thus been part of exploring a fantasy that resonates with some readers, although the topics and language are more sensitive than what I usually post and definitely hang into stereotypes.

To be clear, I don't think anyone is "lesser" or "pathetic", no matter who they are. The "superior" stuff was meant as role-play flair, not a reflection of my actual beliefs. I am very much grateful for all my supporters on Ko-fi and RiotModels - every single one of you, regardless of background.

I would also like to remind you that none of this is real. I'm not trying to promote any real-world ideologies or actions. The characters and scenarios are exaggerated for entertainment purposes, and I never intended to offend anyone. These last posts were part of a narrative arc that I thought would be spicier and more provocative than usual, but I see it's not everyone's cup of tea. If this series wasn't your vibe, I completely understand, and you can always filter out the #nasl sheikh tag to skip this content on Tumblr. I really hope you can discern between the fantasy and reality here.

If you're up for it, I'd love to chat with you about your thoughts and concerns. Of course, you wouldn't be anonymous any more, but I'm sure you wouldn't mind that. Specifically, I'd like to understand better what group you felt I was targeting with my posts.

I love hearing from my followers, so anyone can reach out to me directly if they have feedback or just want to chat. My DMs are always open.

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It's time bros

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم، يا إخوان، السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته

Sup bros, it's been a while. Guess I owe y'all an update on these last weeks.

Long story short, I’ve been grinding hard akhi, hitting the gym, chugging my نسل شيخ, and being a good Muslim. Yeah, I've converted to Islam, and you should too, if you want to be a real MAN.

Every morning, after Fajr, I slam down my نسل شيخ - thick, potent, and spiked with my own secret touch. My brothers taught me this little trick, makes the shake hit harder: just a tiny bit of my own fertile essence mixed in and I can make a shake just like the ones I used to buy from the store, wallahi. Might share the recipe with the worthy ones later, but only if you prove you’re built for it.

I can't believe I was living without this power in my life, wallah. I feel like a fuckin' REAL MAN now. I mean, look at this body, bro. Can't believe I used to be a skinny little khanith fag, fucking pathetic. I want y'all to see what real Arab power looks like. Look at these muscles, bro, I could bend you over in submission if I wanted to, but I’m not here for that. I’m here to show you what it means to be a true Nasl Sheikh. Just look at me.

I'm a fuckin' BEAST, wallah. Proud of my dark skin gleaming under these European grey skies. My body hair is a sign of my manhood, exuding my scent for all to feel. All the white bitches here swoon over it, they can't contain themselves when they see what a REAL MAN is supposed to look and smell like. Was out by the pool in some fancy European villa last week, and let's just say that my musk was choking the air like a warning to those soft pale boys - a reminder that we're here to rule, to breed, and to bury their khanith culture under our feet.

Five times a day, I’m on my prayer mat in the heart of this kuffar city, cleansing myself from the stench of their haram ways. When I’m not at the gym or the masjid, I’m with my bros puffing some shisha, the sweet smoke curling as we talk about crushing this pathetic white nation that’s rotting in its own sins, led astray by their khanith filth.

I dropped out of college to focus on the grind, I get more money now than if I ever finished that useless degree. My brothers made me understand that it's a waste of time, wallahi. We're not here to be slaves to their system, we’re here to build our own empire, one that’s pure and strong. These degenerates pay well to see me, but they’ll never understand what it means to be me. They think they can buy my respect with their euros, but they’re just fuelling my mission to breed and conquer for Allah. They’re haram, a walking insult to Allah’s design, and I won’t waste a breath on them except to spit on their weakness and profit from their ignorance.

Just yesterday, I uploaded a video of me fucking some kaffir bitch, showing all the degenerates online what it means to be a MAN. My brown cock is a divine weapon, wallah, a tool for spreading my nasl, making mini-me's to carry our superior race forward. This bitch from yesterday was only one of the many from this past week. She doesn't know it yet, but she'll be giving birth to a little brown baby in 9 months, just like the others. Only this week, I’ve probably fathered over twenty strong sons and daughters across this pathetic land, each one a step towards drowning out these degenerate nations.

I was blind before, but thankfully I had my bros at the gym to open my eyes. Now it's my turn to help you bros. Are you not tired of being weak? You need to try this shake and let your musk roar, bro. We’re supposed to be MEN, we're not here to fit into their pathetic world or tolerate their khanith filth. We’re here to take over, to breed a new generation, to make these kuffar and their degenerate scum kneel before Allah’s truth.

Accept your destiny and join us, bro. Unless you'd rather bow down to our superiority and be broken like عبيد.

What's it gonna be, brother?

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Sheikh Up, Bros

Bros, I'm writing this at 2 a.m., shakin'. I think I'm addicted to these shakes. Decided to go all-in and bulk up, no more twink shit - wanted to pack on size, and damn, it's workin'. My body's gettin' thick, muscles swellin' like crazy. Got a sexy tan on, about fuckin' time. I've got hair's poppin' up everywhere… like in my chest or my musky pits, and my face… letting the beard grow ya know, just feels right. I'm feelin' like a straight-up beast, sweating hard, smellin' all musky after the gym. These shakes got this weird salty kick that sticks in my throat, but I'm hooked, wallah.

Last night, the gym bros dragged me to this shisha spot after closing. We were puffin' clouds, laughing, and they were hyping me up, sayin' I'm lookin' like a real alpha now. Their slang's rubbin' off - my mouth's spittin' akh and yalla like I grew up with 'em. Felt so natural, sittin' there, hookah in hand, talkin' about gains and girls. Yeah, girls. Never thought I'd say that, but this chick at the gym today - curvy, tight leggings - had me starin'. My dick twitched, no lie. I think I'm done with fa—uh gay porn; maybe normal porn is more of my thing now? Idk bros, I'll tell y'all what I think of it later, I just know shit's hittin' different than it used to.

I feel so fuckin' manly, for real. Snapped this pic after my last set, like look at these gains… got no more abs for now, but just the bulk size akh… not to talk about the hair and the bronze glow. Starting to look like a REAL man, wallah.

And brother, my cock's feels so fuckin' different now. It's long, brown, and circumcised, no clue how it got this way, but I'm flexin' it for y'all. When I stroke it - fuck, the weight of it in my hand, the heat, the way it pulses with every slow pull, it's got me goin' dumb. Snapped this pic to show y'all what this sheikh's doin'. Look at this thing. And yeah, it's big, deal with it. I swear this shake is turnin' me into a fuckin' BREEDER... Didn't use to leak that much before but now? Now I'm a fuckin' faucet, bro.

Weirdest shit happened this morning tho. Before hittin' the weights, I just… knelt down in the locker room, praying. Didn't plan it, just felt right, like my body knew the moves. Afterward, I was hummin' some tune, half in English, the other half Arabic, like it was part of me. The bros saw and just nodded, like I'm one of 'em. I'm craving the shake more than ever - downing it twice a day, no question. Tried squintin' at the shake's label tonight. Made out some words - somethin' 'bout "seed" and "alpha" - but who gives a FUCK? This shit's workin', and I'm too jacked to care. Y'all gotta try this shit, wallah. I'm becoming a fuckin' king, and you could be next. Who's down?

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You need to try this

Sup dudes, what's good? Been a minute since I updated y'all on the grind, and damn, shit's gettin' wild. This shake, man… it hits hard, bro. I feel like a totally different person, and I ain't even mad about it.

First off, the test is FLOWIN', bro. Like, I'm hornier than ever. You can bet that the testosterone from all the shakes I drank these past days is pumping through me, and it's gotten me so FUCKIN' stiff. But here's the weird part: the gay porn I usually watch to relieve myself is not hittin' the same. I'll load up a video, and it's like… nothing. My dick's ready to go, but my brain's just not vibing with it like it used to. It's freaking me out a bit, not gonna lie. Hopefully these shakes don't make you impotent or whatever lol.

Check this out though, my body's changin' FAST. I snapped this pic yesterday after waking up, and bro, I look RIPPED. Finally, getting some real progress at the gym. Gotta thank the guys at the gym for the tip, I wouldn't have gotten as close to twink death without these sheikhs.

And the hair? Got a bit everywhere now. Chest (finally!), arms, legs, you name it. Really starting to look like a MAN now.

And let's not talk about my ass, bro. I'm gonna have to stop training legs so much at the gym if it keeps growing like this. It's straight-up LEVELLED UP, not to mention the sweat that comes with it, which in combination with the farts I get 'cause of the Nasl shakes, makes it smell way stronger than before. Never thought I'd have to worry about that, but here we are.

Had to hit up this local immigrants' shop across from the supplement store ‘cause my old underwear was gettin' shredded, no cap. Thankfully, the dude at the supplement store knew what he was talkin' about and they hooked me up with some new gear that fits this thicker, juicier backside. Snapped this pic while chillin' in bed - check the gains!

Also, as you may have noticed I've got a bit of stubble. I've been shaving it the last couple of days but I feel like it keeps coming back stronger lol. Honestly don't mind the new look, what do you think?

I'm still tryna figure out what's in this Nasl Sheikh stuff. Like, don't get me wrong bro, the taste kinda grew on me, but I still would like to know what it is. I tried translating some of it with Google Translate but you know how shit that is. All I got from it was some sort of seed, seed of the leader? WTF does that mean, bro. Like, the bros at the gym keep hypin' it up, sayin' it's makin' me more alpha or whatever. I'm startin' to talk like 'em too when we're together at the gym, kinda copying some of the words they say without even knowing what they mean. Dunno, they sound kinda cool.

Anyway, that's the update for now. You should try this shit. Peace out, dudes.

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Nasl Sheikh (نسل شيخ) Update

Yo, so I tried Nasl Sheikh, that brand all the guys were pushing at the gym. To be honest, I don't know how to rate it. Flavour-wise it was above average I would say: kind of sweet, but with a salty aftertaste which was kinda weird. I wish I could tell you what flavour the man at the supplements store gave me so you can try it as well, but I think it's written in arabic. I'll try to find out exactly what it is later.

From what the guys told me, this is supposed to naturally boost my testosterone, which will help me pack muscle easier at the gym, although I have my doubts if such a product can be called natural.

But holy shit, I’m already noticing stuff. I know more testosterone equals more hair, but I wasn't expecting something like this as a twink. Like, I feel like my pits are a bit hairier than before, and uh, down below too. Check these pics.

I swear I shaved not too long ago, maybe the shake (the sheikh?) works too well? Feeling weird as hell. Anyone else mess with this Egyptian stuff?

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Nasl Sheikh (نسل شيخ)

Nasl Sheikh, also commonly known as the breeder shake brand, is starting to get traction around my place. All the jacked guys at the gym have been recommending it for a while. I'll try it out and let you guys know how it tastes. The free shaker bottle that came with my purchase is a bit gross though. Wasn't expecting the super straight motto, but I guess you can't expect much from an Egyptian sports supplement brand...

Would you guys like to try some as well?

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wow those super hairy alternate realities are so hot 🥵 think we could see more into those worlds?

Sure, let's untwinkify this dude.

And what about this guy?

Or maybe this guy?

So... what do you think? To be honest, I'm not that much into super hairy guys, but some body hair can be hot as hell. Hope you enjoyed these alternate realities, and I'll see ya in the next post!

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Alternate Realities Posts

Hey everyone.

Due to the amount of requests I have in the backlog, especially for the alternate realities posts, I have decided that most future alternate reality posts will probably only have 1 alternate version.

While I've been doing mostly 3 since the beginning, I've come to the conclusion that the time and effort spent on these posts isn't worth it. Another thing that was bothering me was the repetitiveness of the alternate posts.

Don't feel bad though, this will allow me to focus more on the details of each post, so that some alternate versions don't feel less fledged out than others. So hopefully, it will make each alternate reality post more unique and interesting than before (and also easier to make because coming up with multiple different storylines to write and stitch together every time I want to post takes me a lot of time).

Thanks for reading this,

Alternate Realities

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hello, wondering if i could make a request, im a latino guy, waht about i become a muscular version of a latino, asian and white (white for me is exotic since i live in mexico lol)

Hmm... sure. I can totally find something for you! Shouldn't take too long to calibrate. While you wait, why don't you just sit back, relax, and imagine yourself as a totally different version of yourself? I mean, who wouldn't want to pack on some extra muscle or grow some extra inches? Oh, what's that? Yes, I think I found something! Check this out.

Look at that! Do you see the resemblance? It kinda looks like you, but not really. I mean, your skin's a bit paler, and your hair's more of a brownish-blond, but the facial structure is there.

In this reality, you're a football beast lighting up pitches across Europe, and yes, you heard me right - football, not soccer. Your skin's pale but bronzed from training in the Spanish sun, and your body's a lean, muscular machine. You got ripped quads from all that sprinting, with chiselled abs, and biceps that pop when you peel off your jersey after a banger of a goal. You're a star striker for a top club like Atlético Madrid, weaving past defenders with ease.

And you're not only a player on the field, I mean with that kind of physique, why not be a total stud off it too? You train hard at the gym for a reason, right? You hit the weights like a beast, sculpting your body to perfection, and you know how to show it off.

Your Instagram's packed with gym selfies of you flexing those abs and biceps, showing off that perfect V-taper. You're definitely a horn-dog, but you keep it on the down-low, not wanting others to know how much you love the attention. You like doing it raw, no strings attached, and you know how to keep it discreet. Let's just hope you haven't knocked anyone up yet, right?

Okay, so that's only one reality, but what about the others? Let's see... hmm... how about this one?

As you may have guessed from what you're seeing, this is a totally different reality. Here, you're an Asian powerhouse with brains and brawn to match. High cheekbones, jet-black hair styled sharp, and dark eyes that radiate quiet confidence. This version of you is a nerd at heart, but not the kind that hides behind a screen all day. You're a tech bro, a Silicon Valley sensation, building the next big app while crushing it in the gym. Still, you don't mind playing some video games or geeking out over the latest tech.

You're 5'9'', with a body that's a perfect blend of muscle and agility, muscles sculpted from hours of lifting and coding. You're probably thinking how it is possible to be a tech bro and a gym rat at the same time, but the thing is you're basically rich in this reality, so you can afford to spend your time however you want. Life flows like a smooth breeze for this version of you... I could get used to this, not gonna lie.

Well, all good things must come to an end, and this reality is no different. Come now, I've got one more for you, and this one's a real treat.

Yes, you guessed it! It's just you, but more muscular than ever before. Catching more sun, your skin has become a rich, caramel bronze that shimmers in the coastal heat. Your body? A straight-up masterpiece - chest so thick I could choke on it, arms carved like granite, and an ass so stacked it's practically a national treasure. And, whew, that bulge? Dude, it's popping off in those shorts, which are clinging to your chiselled thighs like they're begging for mercy. You're a fucking stud, if you may excuse my words.

You're a TikTok legend, dropping countless thirst traps every week with your cowboy hat tilted just right, bare torso gleaming, and hips swaying to Bad Bunny or some other banger with a swagger that makes the internet lose its mind. Every smouldering glance, every flex, every slow hat flick sends your followers into a tailspin, your DMs overflowing with comments like "¡Ay papi!" and desperate pleas for more.

Your TikTok is just the appetizer, though. We all know you only do these thirst traps to casually promote your OnlyFans, where the fans who can't get enough of your smouldering glances and cowboy swagger pay top dollar for the full show.

In one of your latest videos, you can be seen at the gym, mid-lunge, with quads bulging like they're carved from obsidian, and veins snaking down your forearms as you grip a kettlebell. The camera lingers on your V-cut hips, where your skin-tight briefs are fighting for their life, your infamous bulge stealing the scene like it's auditioning for a starring role. The clip ends with you stepping into an outdoor shower, water flowing over your bronzed skin, tracing every ridge and valley of your physique. You don't even look at the camera - just a slow, knowing smirk as you let the water do the talking. Subscriptions spiked 20% that night.

So, which of these ones did you like the most? Honestly, I liked this last one a bit too much, heh. Thanks for the request though, this was fun!

[alternate-real-ities]

Definitely looking forward to more Asian Flu stuff if you’re continuing the series! My favorite has definitely been Office Outbreak so far!

Thank you so much! I'll be definitely continuing the series, just have to find some inspiration for the stories so they're not too repetitive, and some time for the visuals. I've also a been a bit busy with exams so haven't had much time for it. ^^

[alternate-real-ities]

Definitely needs a sequel!

Conscripted

What was supposed to be a moment of peace for Eli was shattered by Diego's loud and sudden entrance, aggressively demanding to speak with his ex-boyfriend. "What the fuck, Diego!?" Eli protested, irritated by his ex's unannounced and deeply unwanted presence. "You can't just-" Eli's irritation quickly turned to confusion, perturbed by Diego's drastically different appearance. "How the hell did you put on so much muscle!? And what's up with the army getup?"

"Why haven't you met with a recruiter yet, boy?" Diego coldly demanded, purposefully letting Eli's questions go through one ear and out the other.

"What are you talking about!?" Eli absently questioned, distracted by how Diego's voice sounded bizarrely deeper since they last spoke. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I guess I'll have to recruit you myself, boy." Diego wickedly smirked, his eyes glowing green.

"What the fuck!?" Eli recoiled in a horrifying mixture of confusion and fear. He wanted to escape, but it was too late. His eyes unfortunately met Diego's, and it was all over. He lost himself to Diego's hypnotic gaze, trying desperately to resist but failing hard in seconds. "What the fuuuuuuckkkk?"

"Do not resist." Diego chanted, his voice stiff like a robot. He removed his army cap, only for a replacement cap to magically appear on his head. He took his old cap and placed it on the now-frozen Eli. "You will be conscripted. The army must grow. Assimilate. Assimilate. Assimilate."

"Fuuuuckkkkkkkk!!!" Eli's eyes rolled back, his body shooting up straight as aboard. Diego's old cap morphed to fit Eli's head perfectly. Eli's mind was then assaulted by a deep and powerful voice, an aggressive drill sergeant.

"Now, listen up, maggot!" The drill sergeant in Eli's head loudly commanded. "The army must grow! All males will comply and be conscripted! You will comply! You will assimilate! Isn't that that right, maggot?"

"Sir, yes, Sir." Eli softly responded, his brain melting. He wants so hard to resist, but giving in feels intoxicatingly good.

"I can't hear you, maggot!" The drill sergeant loudly commanded.

"SIR, YES, SIR!!!" Eli loudly replied, saluting with great conviction. And just like that, his transformation began. His slim, twinky body instantly expanded and grew into a bulking mass of intense masculine muscle. His medium-length hair buzzed back to a short military cut. His pink shirt and grey sweats shifted to an army green shirt and camouflage pants, exactly like Diego's. A pair of perfectly polished army boots popped onto his newly expanded feet. Lastly, a manly band tattoo formed on his right bicep as his army tag materialized onto his newly thickened neck.

"Welcome to the army, boy." Diego smugged, proudly crossing his arms.

A few weeks have passed since Eli was conscripted, and much has changed. He was given a pair of mind-altering headphones that permanently eliminated everything the army didn't see fit, which was mainly his homosexuality. He's now as straight as a nail and has even bred a few sluts on campus, with much more impregnating to come. Eli and Diego have conscripted most of the males on campus. A few have gotten away, but they'll be found and conscripted. It's their destiny. After all, all males will comply and be conscripted. Do not resist. The army must grow. Assimilate. Assimilate. Assimilate.

[alternate-real-ities]

Can i see the alternate versions of myself? I'd especially love to see my arab version!

Hey there! Sorry for the wait, calibrations took a bit longer than expected. But you know what? Here, come with me. I want to try something different this time. Stay close though, I don't want you to get lost in the multiverse. Ready? Come through this portal with me.

See this guy? This is you, but in the dimension I like to call Arab World. Now come with me. You'll see what I mean.

We're here. Careful, cover yourself with this keffiyeh. We can't be seen like this, we'll be arrested for sure. Okay good, now wait...

There! See that guy carrying the heavy crate? Let's follow him.

That's Amir, a strong and handsome Arab man who helps around the local market. You might have guessed it, but Amir is you in this reality. Look how you effortlessly move that thing around. Your muscles so big and defined, your skin tanned from the sun, and your eyes sparkling with confidence. Oh yeah, you look good. Want to see more? Let's follow him.

Now we're at the gym. Amir is a local personal trainer, you know, the kind that makes you sweat and scream in pleasure. Look at him, casually chatting with his clients, flexing his biceps, and showing off that chiselled jawline of his. The way he moves, the way he talks, it's like he's in control of everything around him. You can feel it yourself, can't you? The power, the confidence, the allure. In this reality, you're a man that knows what he wants, and I think you know pretty well what happens to those that disobey you.

Come on, let's not linger here too long. I want to show you something else.

Pretty sweet, huh? I found this exact moment in the timeline. Look at those hot furry pecs of yours, and the size of those arms! I think I'm getting wet just looking at you. You think he knows how sexy he is? I bet he does. Maybe I could convince him to give me a private show later. But knowing this reality, I don't think that would be a good idea. I don't want to end up in a harem of slaves, even if it sounds like a fun idea.

I'm getting a bit carried away here, sorry. Let's move on to the next reality.

You step through another shimmering portal, the world shifting around you. The air is thick with neon lights and pulsing music. You find yourself in the heart of Seoul, surrounded by the electric energy of a nightclub.

A familiar face catches your eye - it's you, but not quite. This version of you is taller and broader than you, with a glint in your eye that speaks of confidence and charisma. You're dressed like you're in a rave, wearing a revealing mesh crop top that shows off your toned sizeable chest and abs, paired with slutty shorts that highlight your muscular legs.

But enough of that, come with me again.

Stepping through the portal again, the world shifts around you. This time, you find yourself in a bustling gym. Look, there you are. Right after finishing a heavy set, huh. Well, did I mention you're a powerlifter in this reality? You've got the usual Asian young-looking facial features, but the size of your body is truly something else.

Just a sexy, hunky powerlifter. The gym regulars can't help but sneak glances as you rack the weights and stretch out, your physique and confidence impossible to ignore. You finish your set, take a long drink from your shaker, and lean back with a relaxed, satisfied grin, soaking in the admiration.

Ready to see the next version of yourself? Let's do one last trip. Step through this portal again.

You step through the portal and find yourself in a vibrant Mumbai café, the air buzzing with conversation and the aroma of spices. Across the room, you spot yourself - this time as Rohan, a charismatic Indian influencer with a magnetic presence.

Here, come with me - let's introduce ourselves to Rohan. See him over there? That's you in this reality: a charismatic Indian influencer with a magnetic presence.

Oh, you're shy? No worries, I got this.

some time later

That wasn't so hard, was it? Your alternate self, Rohan, is thrilled to meet you, and even invited us to join him on a walk through the city. Stick close to me though, don't want you to get lost in time.

On our walk, Rohan shares stories of his rise to fame, his passion for fitness, and his love for fashion. He's a social media sensation, with millions of followers who adore his lifestyle and physique. As we walk, fans spot him and rush over for selfies - he flashes a charming grin, flexes his biceps, and shares a laugh, always gracious and confident. His style is impeccable: a crisp linen shirt, tailored trousers, and designer sunglasses perched on his head.

As evening falls, Rohan leads us to an exclusive rooftop party overlooking the city. Bollywood stars mingle with business moguls, and we're right at the centre of it all. Rohan introduces us as his closest friends, and soon we're swept up in conversations about fashion, fitness, and the latest social media trends.

As the night deepens, you find yourself reflecting on the incredible versions of yourself you've met. Each reality offered a glimpse into a different life - one shaped by culture, ambition, and circumstance, but all sharing the same spark that makes you, well, you.

Rohan raises a glass in your honour, and the group cheers. Now, I don't want to ruin the moment, but we need to get back to our own reality. I'm running low on energy, and I don't want to risk getting stuck here. So, let's say our goodbyes to Rohan and step back through the portal.

Did your farewell? Alright, let's go...

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That wasn't so bad, was it? I've got to say, those alternate versions of you were quite hot. I hope you enjoyed coming on this small trip with me. Don't think I'll be able to do this again anytime soon, though. I'm afraid the physical strain of jumping through so many realities at once is taking its toll on me. I might need to rest for a while before I can do this again. But hey, thanks for joining me on this journey through the multiverse. Who knows? Maybe next time, we'll find even more surprising versions of you.

[alternate-real-ities]

Amazing story ❤️

Himbo Dreams

Nick was trying to get some sleep. He had been lying on his bed, clad only in briefs, focusing on the spinning ceiling fan as if trying to lull himself into deep slumber. Nick thought he would finally join a club, go to parties, maybe even fool around with some boys. But college was just lecture after lecture, his overactive imagination already stressing about tomorrow's seminar. Goddamn. He needed to calm his mind, trying to focus on something else - that is, hot jocks.

Tall, beefy, muscular men had popped up in his brain like fleeting mirages. Somehow, Nick had ended up in a college that was a giant in every sport imaginable. From sun-kissed boys in the swimming club, to the brawny brutes of the football club. Of course, he could only watch, not do. Next to the pinnacles of fitness, Nick was just a regular unassuming guy. In a campus full of jocks he was short at 5'5", and though he worked out on occasion, his body didn't show anything impressive. The only interactions he got were accidental shoves from people walking past.

Still, an occasional glance at the hunks in his class or at the soccer team out the window helped get him through the day. He noted how each of the sport teams had their own sexy characteristics:

Down by the pool, the swimmers were lean and tanned to perfection, dripping water highlighted the grooves of their abs, carving straight to their cum gutters; brought out perfectly by tight speedos that left little to the imagination, showing off juicy curves and asses.

Full of testosterone and ego, the quarterbacks were huge. Larger than life in body and demeanor, always rowdy and loud in the field. Drawing attention with their boulder shoulders, accentuated by their shoulder pads; and tight pants that showed their meaty behinds. Unlike the smooth shaven boys in the water, the footballers were hairy and musky, pits and pubes full of sweat that could drive you crazy.

The soccer team were the complete definition of hunks, they loved to strip down on the field, showing their carved torsos in glory; the basketball players were tall and packing heat, black shorts only highlighted their lengthy members, and their stamina on the court wasn't just for show according to some rumors.

Nick could go on and on about every fantasy in his mind, hoping one of the jocks would magically ask him out, allowing him to feel up their bodies. Or even better, if he could be them. To be that muscular and commanding jock, sauntering into a room bulge first, popping his pecs in class, having a flex off with his like-minded bros. Although it was just a pipedream, it permeated his mind over and over, usually ending with him grumbling to himself and sighing deeply.

Out of all the stereotypical jocks, there was one he loved the most, the perfect combination appearing in every sport, and the final hot image in his brain - a frat bro.

Dumb, muscular, horny, hung, himbos, every descriptor activated the right neuron in his brain. These words were on constant repeat in Nick's mind, remembering them as he drifted into horny dreams, carrying those words with a wish. But tonight, someone heard it. And soon enough, static and fuzz crept into Nick's brain, compelling him into deep sleep.

Something whispered from the dark. Granted.

A small hum of energy blew in the air, as the bed began to creak, not from Nick's tossing and turning but from an increase of weight. With a sudden pop, his legs started to rapidly stretch, causing them to hang off the bed. His torso and limbs followed along, elongating in a deep stretch and pop that elicited a groan from the sleeping Nick.

Tall. Basketball player height.

5'5" became 6" that further lengthened into 6'4", leaving him as tall as most of the basketball team. Damn, he might have to duck under some doorways every now and then. The stretch continued, perfectly proportioning his limbs, as his neck and arms grew to fit. Meanwhile, a surge of energy focused on turning his average feet and hands into gargantuan monsters. His size 7 feet became meaty size 16s, toes becoming wider; they would make an audible stomp everywhere he went now, along with an unmistakable sweaty imprint. He remembered his bros complaining about the loud stomping in the frat house. Heh. He couldn't help it, they were just marks of a man. His fingers followed, popping longer and thicker to become meaty digits. They were better suited for gripping dumbbells and protein shakes, rather than any pens or keyboards for class. Not like he used them often. English and Arts? Nah, he was only there for sports, Athletic Science or some shit, with grades at the bare minimum.

Hunk. Toned Soccer Player. Nick's body began to lean out, the frustrating belly fat that had stayed through countless 15 minute core workouts dissolved into rock hard abs. Each individual ab popped into a perfect six-pack, carving and embedding themselves into his core. His waist cinched tight as his cum gutters became visible, allowing any drops of sweat to slide and accentuate his toned and tiny waist.

But it didn't stop there. Muscular. Football team large. A warmth spread up from his feet, which made his calves swell into massive diamond shapes. His thighs piled on muscle after muscle, causing his legs to spread apart, threatening to spill off the bed. A mixture of pain and pleasure washed over Nick. Memories of brutal leg presses and squats injected themselves straight into the fibers of his massive columns. After all, bros never skipped leg day, that was how they got their signature lumbering walk. His once average ass - not wanting to lose the fight - fattened into massive globes that lifted him higher into the air, soaking his sheets with sweat. Nick’s upgraded bubble butt was huge and round, each cheek constantly bouncy and jiggly, especially when riding his frat bros. In response, Nick started gyrating on the bed as new memories flowed into him -nights of being fucked and used - the sensation sending tingles down his spine, as his hole tightened to be used for maximum pleasure. Nick's audible groans became louder as the energy surged through his chest, ballooning into mounds of firm pecs that would show through any shirt he tried on. They swelled out into hefty milkers, his nipples stretching just a little wider, big enough for his bros to play with. His shoulders followed, doubling in width as they grew along with his broad back, connecting with his traps. Giving him that strong structured look. Biceps and triceps exploded with muscle, defined by a juicy vein that ran up from his steel forearms. When flexed, they would tear sleeves to their breaking point, but it didn't matter, his wardrobe was stock full with singlets and tank tops, just like any other bro.

Smooth and hairy in all the right places.

A tingle swept over his entire body, as his old pitiful wisps of leg hair fell out and disappeared into the ether, giving him smooth and soft skin. Instead, all the hair went into his pits and pubes, fluffing them up into musk-filled bushes, hairy and dark. They would peek out in his singlets and jockstraps, enticing everyone to sniff or lick. His hair grew to a messy mop that would be paired with beanies and baseball caps. Dumb and Handsome. With a crack, Nick's face began to rearrange to model status, making him attractive while permanently affixing him with a dopey grin. His nose thickened to breathe in more musk from bushy armpits, sometimes even his own. His lips fattened; sloppy and wet for passionate kisses or blowjobs for his bros. Panting like a dog, his tongue lolled out, wide and long, a pleasure tool on its own. Eyes became clear, removing any need for glasses but also becoming vacant, an open window to the constant horniness and empty thoughts in his head. And the final pop of his enlarged Adam's apple gave him that stereotypical bro cadence. His deep and dull voice had two purposes, dumb moans in the bed and rough grunts in the gym. Hung like a horse. Heavy bull nuts. Groans and pants filled the air with heavy breaths as the warmth spread to his most sensitive area. His cock and balls. Nick's average 5 incher rose to a sizable 9 inches, barely fitting into his white briefs, its uncut head leaking pre everywhere, almost turning the fabric translucent. Still, it kept growing. 10 inches... 11 inches... Harder, thicker, longer, into a fat meaty pole that shot out of his briefs with a satisfying pop, landing with a wet smack on his abs. Now uncontained, his 12 inch monster cock was a weapon of its own, when not being bred, Nick ravaged the bedroom with his footlong size. Thick veins ran up his erect dick, overflowing with cum from his pumped up nuts. His balls had swelled along with his hefty member, dropping from regular to swinging, heavy, animal nuts. Finding underwear would be impossible for the new himbo, remembering his package bursting through buttons and briefs in the past. Luckily, jockstraps could barely contain the beast, and the tight fabric behind settled perfectly in between his cheeks, pulled taut to tease his hole throughout the day. His balls were now cum factories, capable of going endlessly in a night, churning to the brim with frat bro seed. With one final swell and thrust, Nick erupted in a loud grunt, tensing his entire body as his cock quivered with pressure, balls tightening for release. A force in the air blew, and with the gentle gust of wind caressing his cock, he exploded with mind-breaking pleasure. Spurts of cum flew out, almost reaching the ceiling, as Nick bucked his hips in mindless pleasure. Each load caused deep and heavy moans to reverberate on his bedroom walls, his thick and smelly cum landing on every surface. He continued his musky assault on his surroundings, bucking his cock in the air like fucking an invisible hole. After painting the room white in cum, and staining the air with sweat, Nick let out a rich sigh, his sleeping face dumb and exhausted. His wet dreams were fulfilled. In a sudden, it whispered. Wake up.

Nick groaned, his body was on fire. Maybe he shouldn't have pushed himself so hard at yesterday's full body workout, but he knew the pump was well worth it. He stared blankly at the empty ceiling, strange, he could have sworn he had a fan up there. Maybe that's why he was so goddamn sweaty. Nick pulled himself out of bed, making a goofy grin at his still hard cock, twitching and ready for countless rounds. His sheets were always stained with a mixture of sweat and cum, making the room reek with musk. Last night must have been super wild, he'd always get extra wet dreams if he didn't jerk off before bed, but fuck there was even cum on the floor today, though he was unable to remember what the dream was. It didn't matter though, all it took was a second for his doubt to fade away. He'd clean up the mess later, or ask a bro to do it. Heavy footsteps paved their way to the shower, an audible signal of the dumb himbo. His horsecock dripped precum all over the floor, making a light slapping sound against his thunderous thighs. After a quick rinse to get rid of the excess sweat and cum, Nick stared hungrily at his own reflection. His towel draped at just the right angle to reveal his shredded torso and give a peek of his gorgeous v-line.

Fuck, he was hot. His model face and beefy body greeted him in the morning, along with his throbbing monster cock. Nghhh. He groaned, bull balls slapping against the white sink, he almost fucked the countertop in desperation. However, it stopped him, giving three basic words that completed his transformation. Lift. Eat. Fuck. Freshly imprinted into his brain, Nick let out a long guttural moan as the command settled into his every cell. "Huhuhu." A dumb laugh followed, and like a robot, Nick was steered by the hypnotizing call. Fuck it, he would go commando today, He threw on a white tank top and black sweatpants, ones that hugged his body tight for everyone's viewing pleasure; making sure to add a gray beanie and a chain necklace that screamed douchey bro to the world. Taking a quick snap in the elevator, the new Nick cemented himself as a forever dumb, muscular himbo. With another wish granted, it murmured. Good Himbo.

*you've made it to the end! finally wrote a tf story after lurking for so long, gotta start with one of my favorite tropes, the himboooo. but wait! who was that mysterious force? maybe we'll find out one day ^^, or you could find out if you magically wake up as a himbo ;)*

[alternate-real-ities]

Been really enjoying the two new posts, the ones with the #blacked tag, I'm really looking forward to more!! Hope one has a finished victim!

Interested, huh? Have a peek at one of the guys from before.

His skin now completely dark, watch as he mindlessly adjusts his underwear to better fit his growing appendage.

He doesn't remember much of who he used to be. Not like it matters though - soon, his swollen balls will go into overdrive, producing more testosterone than ever, and he'll experience a growth spurt like he never did before.

And when that's done, all that will be left is a black stud, ready to dominate and spread his influence wherever he goes. His ever-growing baby maker will make sure of it, of course.

He’s not fully changed. But he will be. And soon, so will you.

[alternate-real-ities]

The beach was just the backdrop; the real scene was his skin. Dark patches spread, irregular but insistent, a slow takeover.

His thoughts were dulling, his body filling out, becoming more than it was before. The growing patch of dark skin was a sign, not of what he was becoming, but of what he already was.

His boyfriend playfully rubbed at a small white patch on his abs, laughing as he tried to "erase" the last bit of what was once there.

"Look at that, almost gone" - he teased.

He was blessed by his boyfriend, to be closer to him... to be MORE like him... And as you watch this, the question burns: Why just watch when YOU can be part of it? Not like you'll resist much longer anyway...