#Suit bulge

[suits-and-sheers]

Love the suit bulge

[chubbyandmusclegay]

[stacheman]

Damn... look at that Daddy Suit bulge. I'll take a man any day over a boy. I'm here for you mister.

[trextardboyy]

My 💕favorite💕 thing if u ever ask me!!

Old guys in suits>>>>>>

[dustoffstartagain]

Bogdan Shemakin

Bogdan Shemakin

[suiteddaily]

Make a wish 😈 www.suiteddaily.com 11:1K DEAL ON🔥

[hunkpossession0]

**Riding a New Life: A Ghost's Journey**

I had been a wandering spirit for what felt like an eternity. Ever since the accident that severed my connection to the living world, I had been drifting through the ether, invisible and forgotten. That is, until today.

I found myself in a dimly lit parking garage, the scent of gasoline and rubber filling the air. The growl of an engine echoed off the walls, and that’s when I saw him—a young biker, effortlessly cool in his black and red leather suit, leaning casually against his sleek Honda. He was everything I had once admired from afar, back when I was alive.

I watched him for a moment, a pang of envy and longing coursing through my spectral form. Then, almost instinctively, I felt myself drawn toward him. There was a sudden pull, a rush of energy, and before I knew it, I was inside his body.

The moment I slipped into his form, it was as if the world exploded in sensation. The first thing I noticed was the heat—the intoxicating warmth of his skin, the snug embrace of the leather suit wrapping around me. It was a second skin, tight and form-fitting, accentuating every contour and muscle. The leather was smooth and supple, a mix of security and allure that was almost overwhelming.

I flexed my fingers, feeling the resistance of the gloves, the reassuring grip they provided. I couldn't help but admire the strength in these hands, the power in this body. My heart raced, not just from the thrill of possession, but from the sheer intensity of feeling alive again. The suit clung to me, a perfect fit, and I relished the way it made me look—strong, confident, and undeniably hot.

Every step I took in the leather suit was a new discovery. The way it accentuated my broad shoulders, the way it hugged my biceps and triceps, making every muscle pop with definition. I could feel the smooth caress of the leather against my skin, the way it moved with me, an extension of my newfound strength.

After an exhilarating ride through the city, I decided to explore more of what this new life had to offer. I had noticed a gym bag in the trunk of his bike, and an idea struck me. I headed to the local gym, eager to test the limits of this new body.

Entering the gym, I felt a wave of excitement. The scent of sweat and metal filled the air, and the rhythmic clanking of weights created a motivating soundtrack. I walked confidently to the locker room, changing into a tank top and workout pants that showed off my muscular physique. The reflection in the mirror was almost surreal—I was now this fit, handsome biker with a body that drew admiration and respect.

I started with some light stretches, feeling every muscle respond with a fluidity and power I had never experienced before. Moving to the weight section, I picked up a dumbbell, the cold metal heavy in my hand. I began a series of bicep curls, watching in awe as the muscles in my arms bulged and flexed.

The intensity of the workout was intoxicating. I pushed myself harder, feeling the burn in my muscles, the rush of endorphins coursing through my veins. I moved from one machine to another, challenging myself with each set, reveling in the strength and endurance of this body.

Between sets, I caught glimpses of myself in the mirror. The way the tank top clung to my chest and shoulders, the way my arms looked pumped and powerful—it was a heady mix of vanity and pride. I couldn't help but snap a quick selfie, capturing the moment of pure, unadulterated strength.

As the workout continued, I felt a growing sense of accomplishment. This body was capable of so much, and I was determined to explore its limits. The sweat poured down my skin, a testament to the hard work and effort I was putting in. And with each rep, each lift, I could feel myself growing more confident, more comfortable in this new skin.

But something was missing. My spectral journey had been long and lonely, and I longed to share this new life with someone who understood. That’s when I remembered my closest ghost friend, another lost soul who had wandered with me through the void. He deserved this chance too.

Later that evening, I returned to the parking garage, where I found another biker—a friend of the man whose body I had claimed. He was tall and lean, with a rugged handsomeness that made my decision easy. I called out to my ghost friend, guiding him to this new vessel.

With a rush of energy, my friend entered the biker’s body. The transformation was immediate. He blinked, adjusting to the new sensations, then looked at me with a mixture of awe and gratitude. We were no longer lost souls. We were alive, and we had each other.

Together, we returned to the gym. It was a surreal experience, seeing my friend in his new form, watching him flex and admire his new physique. We took a moment to capture it—a selfie of the two of us, side by side, strong and proud. The bond we shared as ghosts had transformed into something deeper, something more intimate.

In the gym mirror, we stood close, our bodies radiating strength and confidence. My friend, now in his own muscular form, flexed his bicep while I wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Our tank tops clung to us, revealing every sculpted muscle, every defined line. The pride in our eyes was unmistakable. Here we were, two souls reborn, finding a new life and love in the most unexpected way.

As the days passed, we explored our new lives together. We rode our bikes through the city, feeling the wind on our faces, the thrill of speed and freedom. We worked out side by side, pushing each other to new heights, celebrating every achievement.

Our connection grew stronger, evolving into a romantic bond that felt natural and right. We were a couple now, navigating this new world together. The love we had for each other, forged in the ethereal realm, blossomed in our new, physical forms.

And as we stood together, gazing at our reflections, we knew that this was just the beginning. We had found a new home, a new life, and most importantly, we had found each other. The road ahead was ours to conquer, and we were ready to face it together.

The leather suit, which had started it all, became a symbol of our transformation. Every time I slipped into it, I felt a rush of excitement and power. The way it hugged my body, the way it made me look and feel—it was exhilarating. And as we rode together, side by side, I knew that we were more than just bikers. We were partners, lovers, and together, we were unstoppable.

[suits-and-sheers]

[alessandro3623]

Who's this fine man?

[spndxjck2]

[spideynsf]

[dustoffstartagain]

Marco Cardona

Marco Cardona

[maturetemptations]

Ralph Norman yumm yumm

[hunkpossession0]

Airborne Exchange

It still didn’t feel real. One moment, I was stuck in economy, envying the guy in first class, casually dressed in a white t-shirt and short white pants, radiating confidence. The next moment, after wishing on that strange amulet, I was in his seat—no, in *his body*.

I could barely contain myself as I made my way to the first-class bathroom. Once inside, I locked the door and stared at the mirror. The reflection that looked back at me wasn’t the person I used to be. It was *him*. Dark hair, tanned skin, chiseled features, and a body that seemed like it belonged to a movie star.

Without thinking, I pulled off the white t-shirt, eager to see more. The muscles underneath were perfect—strong, defined, and powerful. I flexed, watching in awe as the biceps bulged, the veins popping just beneath the skin. I ran my hands over my chest, down to the sculpted abs, feeling the firmness and strength in every inch of this new body.

The rush of power was intoxicating. I flexed harder, admiring the way the muscles moved, how effortlessly strong I felt. It wasn’t enough, though. I needed more space, more time to explore this new form.

After the plane landed, I headed straight for the nearest bathroom in the airport, almost trembling with excitement. I locked the stall and quickly stripped off the t-shirt and shorts. Standing there in nothing but my—his—underwear, I started flexing again, harder this time. Every muscle responded instantly, swelling with power. The reflection in the bathroom mirror was mesmerizing, and the thrill of seeing this perfect body respond to my every command was overwhelming.

As I explored my new form, the thrill grew into something more. I pushed the boundaries, flexing and admiring, letting the power go to my head. It was more than just a new body—it was an entirely new existence. The confidence, the strength, the way people would look at me now—I couldn’t resist. This was my life now, and I was going to enjoy every second of it.

[shinygearart]