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New Tenant

ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ stood anxiously in front of the flat. The landlord, ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ, so far had been very wholesome and welcoming. Almost unnaturally so. The young man’s mind drifted to memories of their first meeting.

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It was too good to be true. A fully furnished studio flat, right in the city’s centre, with monthly rent not even above 70% of market price. Photos and the description showed nothing unusual – not even a hint of outraging demands or potential contractual traps, aside from a preference for a quiet, not too party-going tenant. The offer had already been up for a week. There must be a catch. An offer this good would have vanished in less than 2 days. There's only one way for Steve to find out.

Steve stood anxiously in front of the flat. Setting up an appointment was relatively straightforward, and the warm and energetic way in which the deep-voiced owner communicated had definitely helped in keeping his doubts at bay. He had imagined Peter Choi, the owner of a flat that was – perhaps not too coincidentally – barely a few steps away from the Korean district, to be some slim, slightly conservative middle-aged ethnic Korean man looking to further increase his hard-earned wealth. The very moment when he heard an enthusiastic „Hi, you must be Steve! I’m Peter. C’mon in!” booming out from within the flat, his preconception was completely shattered.

The man in front of him was an imposing tower of sheer muscles, with pale skin, a buzz cut, bushy eyebrows and a full, even bushier beard. Patches of hair chaotically lined up his chest, a glimpse of which was made possible thanks to the top two undone buttons of his shirt; the poor thing struggling to contain his hefty, herculean pecs. His youthful face was acne-covered, his neck thicker than Steve’s thighs, and his dilated grey eyes not too different from those of a weed-lover after a fat joint. Fortunately, and unfortunately at the same time, Steve couldn’t sense from the man the distinct stoner’s smell, only one accumulated from spending too much time in a sweaty locker room. Still, the signs did little to curb in Steve’s mind the image of a druggy youngster to whom the thought of free time not spent pumping iron would seem greatly outrageous. The brutish built was more befitting of someone who suffers brain damage in the wrestling ring for a living, but nevertheless there was a classical, Michelangelesque handsomeness in his visage, and the faint insidiousness of a shrewd businessman in his manner. And there was also … something else. Something uncanny that Steve couldn’t figure out. Oddly enough, perhaps it was this „something” that had rendered Steve’s instincts dysfunctional, for in other circumstances, he would have immediately bolted away from the sight of such a man and the number of red flags.

Steve convinced himself of the flat’s mint condition after having checked all of its nooks and crannies. The company of Peter was greatly appreciated, as the man turned out to be a great conversationalist. Steve was already hooked, and when Peter said that he would love to have someone calm and understanding like Steve as his new tenant after the last one wrecked his place, he was determined. The generous landlord even offered Steve dinner at a Korean restaurant nearby, and after having all his questions answered („Yes, I took my wife’s last name. Hard to find a pasty white guy with a Korean last name, aye?”, „I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s just genetics. I don’t do drugs.”) and his belly stuffed with soybean stew, kimchi and grilled pork belly, Steve happily signed the tenancy agreement.

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Steve stood anxiously in front of the flat, bags and suitcases by his side. It didn’t take long for Peter to arrive. The two exchanged greetings and quickly entered the flat. Just like the first time they met, Steve felt unease for no particular reason. A shiver went up his spine as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, but the discomfort shortly dissipated he was reassured by his landlord’s radiating energy and rambunctiousness.

„This is the key to the flat, this one … for the gate, but you can also use a code. I’ll send it to you on WhatsApp. Much quicker that way, actually. This one for the letterbox. And … I think that’s basically it”, Peter smiled warmly as his he handed the keychain to his new tenant. After having the latter thanked him, he stepped towards the table to fetch something.

„By the way, I brought you some pizza!”

A mix of gratitude and embarrassment momentarily seized Steve. It’s their second time meeting and he was already receiving so much from his landlord. He blurted out a few words of gratitude, unable to hide his excitement upon seeing the pizza box in Peter’s meaty hand. Placing the box right in the centre of Peter’s field of vision, the bulky man opened it with his left hand in one quick, swift motion.

There was no pizza. Inside the box was a smooth, slick, black creature that somewhat resembled the legless amalgamation of an ant and a spider had it not been for the writhing fleshy mass of thin, long tentacles – which looked more like the skinny tassels trailing behind a jellyfish – floating in front of what’s supposed to be it head.  Light bounced off its chitinous carapace, bringing out a vibrant purple sheen. In the place where there were supposed to be eyes, a slit ran across the curved surface, parting the roots of the tentacles into two orderly clusters. The thorax, which connected the head to the rest of the body was in essence a bumpy, ragged, solid and relatively passive hump.  The most striking of its features was the abdomen – a voluptuous, oblong sac covered by a veiny, glossy membrane that revealed strange organs pulsating within a clear gelatinous substance inside.            

When Steve could finally process the outlandish scene unfolding in front of him, it was already too late. In the blink of an eye, thousands of fleshy threads shot out and latched onto his face while at the same time contracting, bringing the creature closer to him. Each of the threads touched the surface of his skin, flattened out before taking on the same colour and texture as his own flesh. They then softly dug into his face, slowly assimilating with his facial nerves. Instinctively, Steve tried to scream, but a wall of flesh was already formed before his mouth, blocking any sound from coming out. His attempt to use his hands to yank the thing away was in vain, for Peter was already keeping both of his scrawny limbs in a tight grip.  

With his sight partially obscured by the wall of flesh that was now linked with his mouth, Steve could see the creature’s thorax split into two, revealing a more organic, fleshy organ slowly making its way out. His eyes could only perceive colourful waves of light hovering above the organ, for his human vision lacked the precision required to notice the row of microscopic, hooked needles slowly protruding out from the creature’s middle. The organ slithered to his side until he could no longer see it, slowly positioning itself straight behind his back. Steve could only feel a slight tickle on his nape, oblivious to the fact that his nervous system was already subdued.

Steve’s eyes dilated. All struggles had ceased. Peter loosened his grip on Steve as the latter’s limbs relaxed. His breath stabilised. The adrenaline rush has been quelled, and his heart rate and blood flow had returned back to their normal paces. Steve looked dully ahead, though whatever his eyes perceived, his brain registered none of it, for it was being distracted by something else. Someone or something was crawling through his mind. Memories in random chronological order flashed on and off abruptly inside his head. Highschool feud. Second job. Drunk on the tube. Lost in the shopping centre. Deployment. First love. Bike incident … He then started to realise that some of these memories weren’t his. He could vaguely made out the personas who owned them. A macho construction worker from Eastern Europe. A young, inexperienced American soldier. A middle-aged Korean immigrant …  All but one sets of memories ended in one exact same moment, which Steve now knew would also become a part of his memory shortly after.

The fleshy wall in front of his mouth pulsated, pushing the creature’s sac pushed closer and closer, until it finally entered his oral cavity. The carapace dropped to the floor, producing a faint clank. The pulsating continued as the viscous, translucent liquid was pumped into Steve’s mouth. His compromised nerves pulled on, gently nudging him to swallow, after which the whole content of the sac was free to travel further inside his body.  

Intense heat spread through Steve’s whole body. His now heavy testicles sagged down greatly as the scrotum struggled to adjust to their new combined weight after the latest influx of extraterrestrial, invigorating material. Acnes broke out over his face and elsewhere on his body due to its unfamiliarity with and inability to process bursts of testosterone in the span of mere seconds. His cock twitched with anticipation, growing longer and thicker; the head swelled, glistening with pre-cum. Alien energy induced extreme growth in all of his cells. His frame expanded, muscles bulging beneath smooth skin everywhere in parallel with his growth in both the horizontal and vertical direction. His clothes were starting to yield. His underwear gave in to his virile front and his ever-expanding muscular rear. His jeans surrendered to his man-crushing colossal thighs. His t-shirt torn from the pressure of his thickening biceps, triceps and the two still swelling hairy mounds of meat on his chest. His body tried to regulate the never seen before amount of intense heat inside but to no avail: the suffocating smell of sweat had already dominated the room, and it won’t be long before his body develops a reeking body odour that no deodorant nor showering could ever get rid of. The flesh wall that covered his mandible earlier had been absorbed into his body. His face took on all the facial features of Peter – his bushy eyebrows and beard, his strong, straight nose, down to his piercing grey eyes that are now still dilating due to the creature’s earlier interference. The fleshy organ that was attaching to his nape finally detached from its shell. The lump of flesh burrowed deeper into his neck, transforming it into an even thicker and muscular one that would put any professional wrestler to shame. His Adam’s apple as a result grew and protruded out a little more to make room for his enhanced voice box, further deepening his voice.    

In the room, two identical hulking men stood face to face, one clothed, one practically naked. Beneath their feet lied an empty pizza box and a carapace of some unidentified organism.  

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3 years later …

ᴏꜱᴄᴀʀ stood anxiously in front of the flat. The landlord, ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ, so far had been very wholesome and welcoming.

Almost unnaturally so.

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“Hey there, are you my new personal trainer?”

Steve had lived a long life by now, with two sons in college and a wife at home, he was starting to feel like he had worn out his years with his youth wasted away. He longed for the same life that his sons now had in their prime, heading to the gym, hanging out with their “bros” and enjoying the comfortable life of a fraternity. Steve never had that, he never could have that. And if there was one worry that came with age, it was his health.

He wouldn’t say it was fat, hell, he wouldn’t even say he was near overweight. But when his wife suggested he could cut a few pounds and when he saw the chiselled bodies his sons managed to get only after a year at their college gym, he knew something had to change.

“Yeah, you must be Steve, follow me.”

Walking out of the steamy locker room, Steve had finally met the cheapest yet most effective trainer he could find. With dark skin and a hulking body, Amir was the best he could find and from the looks of his muscular body, Steve knew that he was experienced.

“Before we start, I’d just like to break the ice a bit between us. So before we stretch, how about we play a quick game?” suggested Amir, standing with his chest puffed out beneath his vest.

“A game?” questioned Steve, this was somewhat odd, all he wanted to do was get this day over with, after all the first day was the hardest. Amir however, nodded and held out a hand.

“Rock, paper, scissors,” declared Amir. Steve rolled his eyes. “Best two out of three. Sometimes I like to go best out of eight, no draws so far, I’m just that lucky.” Steve simply smiled politely and raised his hand.

Rock, paper, scissors.

Steve won, paper against rock.

“Very good. Again.” said Amir.

Rock, paper, scissors.

Amir won this time, rock against scissors and for the first time today Steve felt very tired, less like he wanted to sleep but more like he was exhausted as he found it even hard to really move from where he was standing and his crotch seemed to tingle. Before he could say anything he saw Amir smile.

Rock, paper, scissors.

A tie.

“Well, well, let’s see who wins here,” laughed Amir.

“Yeah just one sec I-”

“Again,” Amir interrupted.

Rock, paper, scissors.

Amir won.

The loud sound of ripping caused Steve to suddenly look down as he saw his tingling cock not only suddenly grow erect but burst through the front of his shorts as he was baffled by his engorged length. It was not only larger and longer but it was growing more and more, it almost felt like he had become a horse with the girth of his cock widening inch by inch as Steve felt more horny than he imagined anybody his age could ever feel.

He hadn’t felt libido like this since college and his own cock swung loosely now, free, by the time the growth stopped it was a clear seven inches hard and three inches wide and even weirder was the fact that it seemed so…tanned.

“W-What the fuck? What the fuck is happening to me?” Steve tried to cover his cock, to try and place it back into his shorts but the movement his fingers grazed it, he watched as Amir clicked his fingers and a spurt of pre-cum shot out of the head, causing him to moan and nearly buckle at the knees as the pleasure he received, though immense, was only a taste of the orgasm that this cock could handle. Amir chuckled.

“That’s why I’m so cheap, this is how I bulk you up, no need for gym equipment or nothing,” explained Amir. “There’s only the extra cost.” Amir raised his hand.

“E-Extra cost?” said Steve as he watched his own hand forcibly do the same. “What extra cost?”

“Just your smarts,” explained Amir. And he went at it again.

“No please I-”

Rock, paper, scissors.

Amir won.

Steve moaned again as his cock grew another inch. Fuck, he had to call somebody!

At the same time he suddenly heard more ripping as he looked down.

“No, no, no…Oh god…” He saw his own feet succumb to the new tanned texture as they grew out, his once grey hairs on his pale feet were now black as the toes lengthened and the lengthier digits caressed the shreds of his shoes and socks, pushing them away to make way for his larger muskier feet. 

His feet continued to grow out as his cock strained and they only stopped at size thirteen. Steve felt like he had a plan to call…to do something but he couldn’t remember.

“Again,” commanded Amir. Steve couldn’t stop it.

Rock, paper, scissors

Steve could barely focus, forgetting what rock or scissors meant and mistaking the two as he lost again.

“Oh god, it’s…growing so much-” strained Steve.

His cock grew another inch, longer and darker as he could feel more cum churning in his bigger balls.

Steve now felt his ass growing, all his intelligence seemingly sapped away for muscle and fat to form the bubble butt that destroyed his pants and whose cheeks almost clapped together for the perfect and fuckable ass he now sported. All the while his quads and calves burned as they continued to grow. His thighs grew so much that they nearly touched. 

The same tanned tone racing over them as the calves grew to become the perfect musculature of a young man in his prime.

“Begging you here…”

“Begging me for more? Don’t worry Steve, that time will come, as will you,” teased Amir.

“Fuck, you know wh-” But Steve couldn’t deny how good it felt as he raised his hand again.

Rock, paper, scissors.

His cock grew another inch now hard at a solid ten inches as every vein and ridge of his cock grew harder as he was so close.

Steve barely remember this game or even what scissors were.

He could only watch as his chest started to inflate, his own biceps beginning to bulge whilst his hands enlarged to look more like Amir’s. The biceps grew so large that he could feel his own shirt starting to strain at the sleeves before tearing them apart. 

The same dark tone followed however tattoos that Steve could barely remember getting with Amir started to slowly swivel and fade onto his skin, the ink highlighting the curves of his new flexing muscles as his own pecs started to push out.

Great deep lines were carved into his thinner body where his body fat continued to sink and be swallowed by the pure muscle that could barely be worked onto a man yet Steve did it anyway and felt a sense of pride of his new great body, loving to show off his great bulging pecs or his striking six pack.

“Fuck…bro…You…You won’t get away…away with…”

“Again.”

Rock, paper, scissors.

Steve couldn’t even remember anymore, he tried, he really tried to be smart, to fight back, but he was horrified to see he only gave a thumbs up.

“No, no, no bro…I’m…I’m smart…I’m…so fucking…uhh…fuck, don’t even know what that word means!”

Steve moaned out loud as his cock grew to eleven inches and as he felt his face starting to shape up, how his nose broaden slightly, how his lips grew fuller, or how his jawline sharpened he couldn’t care. He felt his own hair growing out, now darker than ever before but the only thing he could focus on was his massive cock as he felt a tidal wave of cum about to launch out of his cock and then-

He let go, felt himself cum, felt himself forget everything, could barely think, one or two words, before letting go, just letting go-

Cum sprayed everywhere, all over the floor and all over Amir who simply watched with grea anticipation as an almost endless orgasm struck Steve as his face continued to push out, as his own bulking body heaved and grew, as he forgot about being some old overweight dad. As the last dribbles and droplets of cum trickled out of his cock, he felt like he could breath again as Amir patted him on the shoulder.

“Nice workout bro, why don’t we head to the showers and clean up? I’ve got some spare clothes in the locker for you, Samir.”

Samir only smiled and followed.

Afterwards they had to celebrate and so they took a photo knowing to share it with their friends to show how “swole” Steve or rather, Samir, had gotten after a workout with his best bro, Amir. 

Amir couldn’t even resist holding up his hand playfully teasing a “peace sign” when in reality he knew it was scissors, the same scissors that cut Steve off his old life and body. 

He watched the dumb bro Samir give a thumbs up, the one that caused his mind and body to be lost, and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

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Tim’s cooking skills

It was almost five o’clock, he had to hurry! Hal, his roommate was going to be home soon. He threw a crow’s foot in the brew. It had a strange but nice musky scent! Damn were the hell was that recipe? Tim had found it in some old book, written in French and some foreign language. It stated you could change people with it. You had to brew a kind of broth, next you had to add very specific amounts of herbs and strange ingredients to change things. For example two ounces mandrake supposedly made someone’s hair short, six oz. made it long. He had decided to test it on his entitled, racist, asshole of a roommate. He planned on changing the guy in a dumb, subservient, skinny, big breasted, black  woman.  Oh crap he had spilled one of the bottles on his English translation! He started panicking, what had been the proper amounts? Oh thank god, he suddenly remembered he had a copy of his English translation in his desk. Time to get cooking! He tried to make out his own handwriting… the hellebore was sexuality, he wouldn’t need that, a few ounces narcissus for race, the rose petals changed gender, mandrake root for the hair, red nettle for a big chest, poppy for reducing intelligence …   

He hurried to the bathroom and decanted it into Hal’s shampoo bottle and in his body wash. Hal entered the room a few minutes later, ignored Tim completely, like usual, and headed straight for the bathroom. Half an hour later he emerged from the bathroom, smelling like the musky brew. “Hi Hal, how was your day?” “Shut up fucker… My teammate is passing by in the morning, so I suggest you stay in your room. Also Nataly is coming over tomorrow, so how about you don’t stare at her breasts the entire day for a change!” If that book was legit, Nataly would soon need to find herself a new boyfriend. Oh, but Tim would be there for her! After he had fucked his hopefully then bimbo roommate’s brains out of course. Man, he was getting an erection, something Nate had noticed as well. “Fuck you! Sick perv!” Nate was clenching his fists. Normally Tim would be afraid right now, but he couldn’t help noticing how Nate’s skin seemed a bit darker than first. His chest was definitely bigger… And his lips were fuller! … Oh my god! This potion was working! Nate looked at him with utter disgust and left for his bedroom. Staring at Nate’s back Tim saw his waist becoming smaller. Yeah! Then he heard the door lock. Damn, he had kinda hoped to see Nate change further… Well, off to bed… Tomorrow would be a busy day!! And no masturbating, he was going to save his load for Hal!! Or Haley as he soon would call him.

A wet feeling spread over his body. “You messed up man!” a rich baritone voice sounded suddenly. What? Who the hell… Tim opened his eyes. He was immediately awake as he saw a stranger sitting next to his bed. Probably Hal’s stupid teammate. The guy was clearly of middle eastern descent and quite intimidating. The guy had bulging arms and his black mesh tank showed off his defined pecs and hairy chest. A dark, handsome face with a thick black beard and black hair stared at him. But the most intimidating were his eyes… Very intense and very intelligent dark eyes….                            

  “Who are you and what are you doing in my room!!” he shouted. The guy chuckled. “Don’t you recognize your roommate anymore?” A bit of a strange accent sounded through his words. “Hal?!?!?!” Oh god no! What had gone wrong?! This wasn’t supposed to… “It’s  Hassan now, suits me better. You messed up the translation, man. Hal showed him the book. Tim thought that he had hid it in his desk. “From your notes here I can sort of guess what you were trying to do, but you mistranslated.” He pointed to the piece of paper and to the part written in the foreign language. “Thank Allah I’m now fluent in Arabic!” The big guy chuckled. “The mandrake is for bodyhair and beards, the hellebore is the one for gender and these amounts are in kilogram not ounces. The French translation in here was already bad, but yours just really sucks. Which reminds me… Did you know that Hassan translates as ‘beautifier’ or ‘improver’? I intend to live up to that name and you’re going to help me!” That’s when the scent hit Tim’s nose. A familiar musky scent… He noted that his lips felt wet and his entire body was covered in sweat… No, not sweat… “No! Noo! Nooooo!” He tried to jump out of bed to the shower, but Hassan grabbed his arm and pushed him back into the bed. “It goes even faster when you drink it!” he said with a wolvish grin.

As he tried to push Hassan away, he saw his arms getting darker and darker till his skin had the same brownish, ocherish colour as Hassan’s. His will to fight seemed to be drained from him. Hassan pushed him onto the bed again and flipped his body. Two strong rough hands ripped his underwear off. He cried out as he felt Hassan’s cock enter his ass. Not that it hurt… worse it was amazing! Oh god! Hassan had made him gay too!! This couldn’t be happening! His entire body was betraying him, utterly enjoying Hassan’s touch. His back arched as his bellyfat melted away, revealing a six pack on his now dark and oh so skinny body. He found himself moaning as previous unknown levels of joy hit his brain with every thrust in his ass. Hassan’s hands moved alongside his body and he could feel it rustling the thick dark hairs that were sprouting on his chest and face. He tried to stop himself from enjoying it all, but it was getting harder  and harder to think. The throbbing cock in his ass felt so utterly heavenly… He heard a door open in their common room. Hassan gestured him to stay quiet whilst he continued fucking him. Tim listened immediately. He loved obeying Hassan, it felt so natural… he longed to obey this arabian god. Hassan was so smart, so intimidating, so powerful, so dominant,…  so fucking good in the sack. The best roommate ever!! A voice sounded in the common room. “Hal? Are you there? I’ve got the papers for our project.” Hassan shouted back “I’m just finishing up some small project with Tamid here, will be right there. Oh, I’ve discovered this amazing new protein thee! It makes you bulk up in no time!! There’s a glass especially for you on the table!”      

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Rites: The Beginning of Ramadhan

People that called Islam as their religion said by the time Ramadhan starts, the supernaturals no longer can roam free for 30 days as they are chained to their resting place until the end of that holy month. Well, as a newly-deceased person who died in a predominantly Muslim country after a crazy drunk-fueled night collision, I took the liberty to rest for the time being inside Ahmed here, and boy he's one funny guy

The moment I took him over, his mind instantly flashed to the countless parties he attended and he thought that his inability to be in the driving seat of his own body is him practically being punished by his God for raving all night long a couple times ever since he graduated college, wearing gold jewellery beyond rings and silk clothings like he's a cross-dresser or prideful greed Roman people and chugging alcohol or smoking LSD several times across these years.

That made it so much easier for me to manipulate him as I found out in my previous possession that I could make myself appear as horrendous or as domineering as possible when I already infiltrated his mind. So, utilizing his ultimate fear, I appear as his own grandpa, this authoritative, muscle man that despised anything that goes against the scripture with a little demonic spice of toothy, wide grin and cruelty sparkling from my eyes.

Boy when I tell you he shrunk, that man literally reverted back into the little boy that he was when this grandfather figure was alive. He tilted his head to look up to me with fear clearly painted in his face as he probably pictured me as this imposingly authoritative tyrant that beat his ass for every violation he dared to do in the past and ready to inflict similar pain once more

"Yeah, stay still, boy, a real man is in charge now," I said with delight using his own voice as I purposefully amplified my thoughts to the outside world as if I'm talking and self-worshipping my own set of twitchy muscle pecs that now remained still, no longer resistings its new controller

I walk into the bathroom inside this apartment that I can practically call as mine to fully inspect the goods under my care. As the shorts pooled on the bathroom floor, I'm left with only a rather classic underwear that cupped his ass and slightly hardening cock. Mmmmm.......not only I can tell that there's a delicious meat hidden inside this pouch, it also smelled hella intoxicating, or this underwear at least smelled intoxicating.

I happily grab the thick waistband of this underwear to reveal the package he shielded with this cotton pouch and I cannot help but smirk when I look at the fat mushroom head with no foreskin and the thick veins that powered this meaty monstrosity to reach such length. Memories of the way he inserted this weapon inside so many pussies instantly drive it to its full-length and I'm literally leaking from thinking about the prospect to bury this monster into a lot more varied, tighter hole, especially cute young jocks several years this bod's junior or even some submissive, easy-to-control bottom daddies.

Biting my lips knowing I want to edge myself further, I resisted the temptation to jack the thick meat right away and continued my exploration to check on my newest body a bit more detailed by looking at it with microscopic attention and also several moments of glancing to the mirror. The way his biceps bulged, the pits that he unfortunately just shaved because this nagging whore he currently involved with told him to keep himself dapper, neat and not too musky....pffftt....as if there's such category of anything getting too musky when it comes to men's BO. All in all, the way the rest of his muscle responded to each of my command to flex, curl up, stretch, and everything else really caused me to reach my tipping point. If only I let go and did not hold it, my fucking underwear would be soiled with my own thick, tasty cum literally one day before Ramadhan as if I'm still the horny, younger Ahmed in need of my sweet release before blueballing myself for 30 days for fear of getting caught by my baba.......FUCK this whole schtick really sounded more and more natural the longer I stayed inside of him

Okay, I don't think I can hold it much longer and it's been 35 minutes anyway of me self-worshipping my new physique, so it's time to drive this whole thing to the finish line. I started making silly faces and also doing some bodybuilder poses he practiced to push myself to the limit but a much more recent memory of his surfaced much to my delight, Onlyfans

Well well well, these straight porn contents he made with the chicks he slept with from Thanksgiving last year all the way to just last week. Damn......just look at him....look at me, piledriving that thick monster, guiding those pussies to bounce up and down, licking their nipples, I am a pro at knowing just what people want to see and how much I can keep the whole thing looking natural and not too poseyyyaaahhhh.....mmmmmmhh.......I can fuckkinggg....hnmMMMmggHHh....hell yeah.....imagine how delicious it will be if....mmmMmhaaHHHhh.....that is some wrestlers ass I....FFUUUCCKKKKINGGG GHHHHH.....pound.....huh.....fuck.....huh.....goddammit, look at that sticky fucking mess......mmm, slightly in the sweeter side, well his diet is well-balanced, so no surprise on that. Fuck, I'm so tired, I think I just need to take off this underwear and call it a day, I can just shower before my morning prayer *smirk*

Grabbing random underwear spread on the floor, I simply dry my slick cock with the drier part of the underwear before throwing it away after stealing a quick final sniff and put on the other one – this time it's black – of course with yet another quick sniff before putting the snug briefs circling my waist.

Flopping myself to bed, I open the stashed laptop to check on whether or not there's upcoming demand from my loyal subscriber, only to be reminded that tomorrow is the first day of Ramadhan. Well, trying to be cheeky and on theme, I grab the thobe from the drawer and put that garment on with ease as the material is smooth and it's a loose attire anyway. Time to say hi to some of my loyal fans and see whether or not they're interested if I can do a full-on Lebanese Arabic OF sesh while wearing these types of clothing. Guess Ahmed won't have a blissful Ramadhan this year with me "chained" to the driving seat of his body

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Changing at the gym - Version 1 (Shapeshift - Muscle Growh - Race Change)

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Arabian Transformation

A 50-year-old father and his teenage son won a trip through a lottery and find themselves traveling to a mysterious hotel in Arabia. Upon arrival, they realize the hotel is much different from what they expected: it’s void of tourists, but populated by local men who radiate a natural strength. These men, with massive, muscular builds, seem to belong to another world. Their faces, marked by experience, reflect a life dedicated to discipline and power. Their skin is dark, their bodies covered with thick hair, and their presence is imposing.As they separate to explore the hotel, the young man decides to enter the sauna. The moment he walks through the door, a wave of heat envelops him. The dense steam and warm atmosphere greet him, and he finds himself beside some local men who appear completely at ease in the stifling heat, their bodies accustomed to the sauna. The young man sits down, feeling the heat slowly penetrate his skin, and begins to notice strange changes. His skin, once pale, starts to darken, while his muscles begin to expand, becoming more defined. His shoulders broaden, his chest lifts, and his biceps become more toned. The fine hair on his body, once almost invisible, begins to grow, darkening as though the heat of the sauna is awakening a part of him he never knew. His height increases slightly, as if his body is naturally adapting to the environment. Every fiber of his body feels stronger, more solid, as if he was always meant to transform into this muscular and virile figure. His thoughts become clearer and sharper, as though his mind is syncing with the new body that is taking shape.

Meanwhile, the father joins a group of men smoking outside, in a small protected area of the hotel. The dense, aromatic smoke surrounds him, and despite not being a smoker, there is something captivating about the scent that draws him in. As he inhales, a feeling of warmth and power spreads through his body. His muscles, which had lost some strength over the years, begin to swell and define his form. His arms widen, his chest deepens, and the skin that once showed signs of aging becomes thicker and more resilient. His beard, once carefully groomed, grows thicker, making his face appear more virile and determined. His height increases, and with it, a newfound sense of strength that seemed long lost. It feels as if an incredible vitality has been awakened within him. His mind grows clearer and more focused, as though his body and mind have become one, ready to face any situation with calmness and resolve.

When father and son reunite, they exchange a glance, both aware that something has changed. The young man, once slender and uncertain, now has a sculpted, muscular body with broad shoulders and a presence that makes him seem more mature. The father, who once carried the weight of his years, now finds himself with a younger, stronger body that reflects his new energy. Their minds have changed as well: no longer tense or anxious, but with a sense of calm and confidence they had never felt before. Both are now more in tune with the environment around them, as if they had always belonged to this world.

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Trying It Out

-"Are you ready?" Asked Rajandeep, Sam's Sikh best friend and roommate.

-"Yes, I'm almost ready!" Said Sam as he adjusted his hair and looked at the mirror in order to see that his shirt and jeans were in perfect condition.

-"Hey Raj do I look good?" Asked Sam as he opened the bathroom door and pointed at what he was wearing.

Raj who was seating at his desk on his laptop looked back at Sam and observed his clothes.

-"You look okay Sam" Said Raj with a reassuring tone.

-"Are you sure? I'm worried that I'm wearing something very casual and not appropriate" Said Sam with worry in his voice.

-"Sam you look great, why are you so worried? We are just going out to eat something with my parents at their house" Said Raj.

-"I know, it's just that I want to cause a good impression in them" Said Sam as adjusted his belt.

-"Sam, I promise you my parents aren't that demanding" Said Raj as he got up from his seat.

-"Are you sure?" Asked Sam.

-"Yes, and you are forgetting the point, whatever my parents think about you doesn't matter at all, you've already caused a good impression on me and that's all that matters" Said Raj now standing directly in front of Sam.

-"Do you really believe that?" Asked Sam.

-"But of course, when I started this semester I thought I would be completely alone as this college didn't have any other Sikh students or faculty but when I met you the first night in this dorm and you happily introduced yourself without any fear or prejudice believe me when I say that I knew you and me were going to be great friends" Said Raj with a smile as he playfully punched Sam in the shoulder with his muscled arm.

-"Aw, thanks man, I was also asking you if I look good because if I'm sincere you have a great sense of fashion" Said Sam as he passed one of his hands in the area where Raj had punched him.

-"Yeah well when you have a colorful turban in your head at all times it's useful that whatever you wear matches with it" Said Raj.

-"What turban do you think would match my clothes?" Asked Sam with curiosity.

Raj moved away from Sam towards his closet, as he opened the door he retrieved a small box that was filled to the brim with a huge variety of colorful turbans.

-"Maybe this pink one, it matches with your shirt" Said Raj as he hold the turban in the air and compared its color to what Sam was wearing.

-"Do you think I could wear it, just to see how it looks on me?" Asked Sam in a low voice.

For a moment the whole room was filled with silence as nor Sam or Raj said a word.

-"Shit I shouldn't have asked that" Said Sam as he realized what he had said.

-"No don't be embarrassed, it's just that it's a religious thing and I don't think it's appropriate..." Said Raj.

-"I'm sorry thought" Said Sam as he sat down in his bed.

Raj looked down at the pink turban and then back at Sam.

-"Well if you really want to try it out I don't see something wrong with it" Said Raj as he stored the box filled with turbans in his closet and retrieved the necessary tools to put on a turban on Sam's head.

-"Are you sure?" Asked Sam

-"Yeah I mean what is the worst that could happen" Said Raj as he closed his closet and walked towards Sam.

-"Do I need to do something with my hair before you put the turban on my head?" Asked Sam with curiosity.

Raj looked at Sam's hair and immediately noticed a problem.

-"It's going to be hard to put it on as you don't have a lot of hair in your head" Said Raj as he tried to think about how to resolve the problem but before he could do so he remembered that he also forgot something else.

-"Wait here a second, I forgot to get a patka" Said Raj as he walked to his closet.

-"What is a patka?" Asked Sam.

-"It's a small layer of cloth that you put over your hair, in the majority of scenarios it's optional but I use it constantly" Said Raj as he grabbed a large black cloth from the closet.

-"Another question, why is it important that you have long hair?" Asked Sam.

-"Well it's one of the principles of Sikhism, the idea is that by not cutting your hair and letting it grow naturally you are respecting God's creation" Said Raj as he closed the closet door.

-"Oh" Said Sam as the brown hair on top of his head started to grow and grow until it reached below his shoulders.

-"But you don't have to worry about that, some Sikhs actually cut their hair because of many reasons, at this point in time it's an optional thing" Said Raj as he turned around towards Sam.

-"Is something wrong?" Asked Sam as he noticed the weird way Raj was looking at him.

-"No it's just that I thought you had short hair" Raj pointed out.

Sam looked down at himself and noticed that his hair was extremely large, at first this was weird to him but he suddenly remembered that he had always had long hair as he didn't really like cutting it.

-"Um... I think this is how it has been since forever" Said Sam with full confidence in his statement.

-"If you say so" Said Raj as he approached Sam again.

-"Hey does the hair thing apply to the rest of the body as well?" Asked Sam as Raj placed himself in front of him.

-"It also varies, for example, I shave my body but other Sikhs prefer to leave it as it is" Said Raj as he placed all of his utensils next to Sam on the bed, Once Raj had done that he grabbed Sam's hair with both hands and started to pull it upwards to the top of his head.

While Raj was doing that Sam's previously hairless body became covered in a thick coat of black hairs, this included Sam's face but the hair in that area didn't grow as much as in the rest of his body.

-"Hey man I thought you shaved this morning" Said Raj as he noticed that Sam now had a five o'clock shadow.

Sam touched his cheeks and chin and was momentarily startled by the tickling sensation the hairs produced in his skin as he touched them.

-"I do remember shaving this morning, maybe my hair is just growing a little faster than usual" Said Sam as he internally shrugged the whole situation.

Raj continued doing his thing on Sam's hair despite his worries that something was weird and out of place, after he had pulled all of the hair together he started twisting it, once that was done Raj proceeded to twist the already twisted rope of hair into itself.

-"Now it's time for the patka" Though Raj as he grabbed the square-shaped black cloth and placed it on top of Sam's head after that was done Raj then tied the cloth around Sam's compressed hair.

-"The patka is now officially done" Said Raj as he moved back from Sam and made him walk towards the bathroom mirror.

-"Wow this looks strange, but in a good way" Said Sam as he looked at the weird thing on top of his head, while Sam continued looking at the patka Raj noticed that Sam seemed to be much taller than before.

-"Hey Sam can you stand here next to me for a moment?" Asked Raj.

-"Sure" Said Sam as he moved away from the mirror and positioned himself next to Raj.

-"Is it me or are we almost the same height? Asked Raj as he compared his height with Sam's.

-"Last time I checked I'm around six feet two" Said Sam.

-"That doesn't seem right" Said Raj as he continued looking at Sam.

-"What are you talking about Raj, I've always been a little smaller than you but taller than the average guy" Said Sam

-"Sorry Sam, maybe my mind is just playing tricks with me, go back to the bed so that I can put your turban on" Said Raj as he dismissed the weird height situation.

-"Okay" Said Sam as he walked towards the bed, what he and Raj couldn't see was that the hair on top of Sam's head which was covered by the patka changed in color from brown to black.

-"Let's get this over with" Said Sam as he sat down in the bed.

Raj moved closer to Sam and grabbed the pink turban from the bed, after much delay Raj started wrapping it around Sam's patka.

-"Hey Raj I wanted to ask you something" Said Sam as the folds of the turban were neatly wrapped around his head.

-"Ask away" Said Raj as he concentrated on his wrapping technic

-"When do you start going to the gym again? I miss our weekly exercise routines and going to the gym alone is no fun" Said Sam.

-"Umm....well this week I've had a few finals so I'm planning on starting next week when I'm free" Said Raj as his mind debated if he had ever gone to the gym with Sam.

-"Great!" Said Sam in a chipper tone as his whole body started bulking up, his legs now sported large quadriceps, hamstrings, and calves, in Sam's torso a beautifully crafted six pack formed and in his chest, two boulders of muscle ballooned out of the previously flat surface, in Sam's noodle arms two large and juicy biceps formed and while that happened his forearms also grew more muscle.

-"I'm almost done buddy" Said Raj.

-"Okay, take your time" Said Sam with strain in his voice as his new muscles were about to explode out of his smaller clothes, this embarrassing situation was rapidly avoided as Sam's clothes miraculously adapted to his new musculature by growing a few sizes.

-"There, I think I did a great job of I do say so myself" Said Raj as he moved away and crossed his hands while a smile was displayed on his face.

-"Well I'll be the judge of that" Said Sam as he got up from the bed and yet again looked at himself in the bathroom mirror.

-Wow Raj you really did a good job, thanks for the help, normally I'm good at doing this myself but for some reason, I felt a little clunky today" Said Sam.

-"Wait what do you mean about doing this myself?" Asked Raj as he moved closer to Sam.

-"My turban dummy" Said Sam.

-"But Sam you've never used a turban before, I borrowed you mine and put it in your head because you were curious" Said Raj in a worried tone.

-"How can that be, I'm a Sikh just like you Raj, I've always worn a turban" Said Sam.

-"That can't be true Sam you aren't a Sikh, last time I checked you were agnostic" Said Raj as he tried to rationalize the whole situation.

-"Raj, I was born in Punjab to two Sikh parents, I really don't know what makes you think I'm not a Sikh and a devoted one at that" Said Sam as he turned around to look at Raj.

-"But you were born here in Maine" Said Raj as he looked at Sam's face.

Sam's previously white complexion was now a rich brown, his eyes which were previously green were also now a deep brown, his five o'clock shadow had transformed into a lush and healthy beard, he even had a stylized mustache just like Raj's, to add to the mystery Sam's Caucasian features were now replaced by Punjabi/Indian ones.

-"How can you say that Raj? I'm proud to have been born in Punjab just like you" Said Sam with a very noticeable Punjabi influence to his accent.

-"Sam this just isn't true, I knew I shouldn't have offered you a turban" Said Raj as his mind started to go crazy.

-"Firstly, who the hell is Sam, my name is Sabjeet, and secondly, did you hit your head today or something?" Asked Sabjeet a little worried about his friend's apparent confusion.

When Raj heard the name Sabjeet a flood of memories entered his mind, ever since he immigrated from Punjab in India to Maine he felt alone so imagine his happiness when he met Sabjeet, his roommate for the next five years and the only other Sikh guy in College, ever since then they had been inseparable and had gathered the attention of the rest of the school as the handsome forbidden fruits from India.

-"I'm sorry Sab, today I've been feeling a little weird, how could I've forgotten who you are when we've shared the same room for the past six months" Said Raj now relieved as everything seemed to be in order.

-"I completely understand Raj, maybe your just a little bit stressed because of your finals and that affected you in some way" Said Sab as he now stood in front of Raj.

-"Yeah your right" Said Raj as his phone suddenly started to ring.

-"Shit that must be my mom" Said Raj as he accepted the call.

- "ਰਾਜਨਦੀਪ, ਤੁਸੀਂ ਕਿੱਥੇ ਹੋ? ਖਾਣਾ ਪਹਿਲਾਂ ਤੋਂ ਤਿਆਰ ਹੈ" (Rajandeep, where are you? The food is already ready) Said Raj's mother with anger/worry in her voice.

- "ਅਫਸੋਸ ਮੰਮੀ, ਅਸੀਂ ਬੱਸ ਉਥੇ ਹੀ ਜਾ ਰਹੇ ਸੀ" (Sorry Mom, we were just about to head over there) Said Raj.

- "ਕੀ ਸਬਜੀਤ ਤੁਹਾਡੇ ਨਾਲ ਹੈ?" (Is Sabjeet there with you?) Asked Raj's mother.

- "ਹਾਂ" (Yes) Said Raj.

- "ਉਸਨੂੰ ਦੱਸੋ ਮੈਂ ਕੁਝ ਮੁਰਗੀ ਦਾ ਟਿੱਕਾ ਬਣਾਇਆ" (Tell him I made some chicken tikka) Said Raj's mother.

- "ਠੀਕ ਹੈ ਮੰਮੀ ਮੈਂ ਉਸਨੂੰ ਦੱਸਾਂਗਾ, ਮੈਂ ਤੁਹਾਨੂੰ ਲਗਭਗ ਵੀਹ ਮਿੰਟਾਂ ਵਿੱਚ ਮਿਲਾਂਗਾ, ਬਾਈ" (Okay mom I'll tell him, I'll see you in around twenty minutes, bye) Said Raj as he hung up the call.

-"What did she say?" Asked Sab.

-"That the food is ready and that she made some chicken tikka" Said Raj.

-"Wow, let's get going then, it's been a long time since I've eaten one of those" Said Sab with a smile as he remembers Punjab, his forever home.

-"I agree, let's go" Said Raj as he opened the dorm room's main door, once Raj and Sab were at the other side they closed the door and started running through the desolate hallways in order to arrive at Raj's parent's house before the food became cold.

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This story was loosely inspired by a CYOC set of stories, hope you guys like it 😁.

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