#male meatsuit

[derfpossessions]

Rented You Out - Part 2

(Read Part 1 if you haven’t already!)

Chapter 1 - Exposed

Moments after Markus got ejected from Denholm’s body, he got up and got dressed with the extra clothes he brought. He then got Denholm dressed too. He got very curious on the switch behind his back, which was currently on “on”. He then flipped it back up, where all of a sudden Denholm started breathing. The rip on his back was also completely gone. He was human again. Markus saw this as an opportunity to escape Denholm’s house, when suddenly he woke up. “Ma..Markus??? Wha..what are you doing here??”, Denholm said while breathing heavily. Markus didn’t moved a single muscle. He didn’t even wanted to turn around as he was going to open the door. “Markus hold on! Why do I feel… tired.. like my insides hurt so bad…” Denholm added. Again, Markus didn’t say a word. “Markus I knew you did something to me. What did you do?! Markus!” Denholm got increasingly angry. Markus finally turned around and screamed, “You were turned into a goddamn suit! You got kidnapped and got abused by a group of men and left you at the gym where I discovered you and then you became a literal bodysuit so I decided to put you on for a day so I can spend time more closer to you!” Markus abruptly said everything that happened. Denholm was stunned. “What?!?” He stood up. “Look at your back! It has a switch in it! If you turn it on, you’ll lose consciousness and become a bodysuit that anyone can control!” Markus started explaining how it worked. Denholm was more shocked to see the lustful selfies that Markus took on his phone which he forgot to delete. “Bro listen… I’m tired of all the bullshit I’m going through right now so please. How do I fix this??” Denholm begged Markus. The two got more tense and Markus was put under pressure. “Why is this my fault?! All that you should know is that I was the one who discovered you! Who saved you! Who covered up a story for you! And I did that ALL for you because I love you!” Markus started tearing up, and he walked away. “Markus please.. don’t leave me. I know you love me but I love someone else.. but please. Don’t leave me here.” Denholm begged Markus to stay. Markus reluctantly agreed. Time flew by and the two started discussing on how to handle the situation, then something else came up to the discussion, Denholm’s father. He is currently in pain right now and is suffering from a severe chronic disease, and Denholm doesn’t know how long he will last. His family is also running low on funds to sustain his father. Markus then jokingly said, “since we have you as a bodysuit, why not we turn that into a rental? Like someone would try to live your life in exchange for money.” “Are you crazy? That would of course violate me!” Denholm got mad. “Please trust me, I will take good attention of your body while you’re not conscious. I promise. I will set out limitations for the people that will use you.” Markus tried to convince Denholm, to which he said, “Well if that’s the only way… so be it.”

Chapter 2 - Mr Denholm

The next day has passed, Paula and Denholm went to school together as usual. Markus waited for Denholm so they can set out their plan. Conveniently and inconveniently, their teacher, Mr Singh was walking around the halls when he overheard the two’s conversation. He confronted the two of them and asked, “What in the blackmarket is going on here?!”. Markus said, “But.. its true.. You can live through as Denholm because he has the ability to turn into a suit..”. “Please, don’t expose us!”, Denholm begged.

Mr Singh then grinned. “Expose? Well I think you got the wrong idea. Actually I NEED to live someone else’s life! This is a wonderful idea to have!” Markus and Denholm were in shock. “In fact, allow me to be your very first customer. I really wanted to know what it feels to go back to high school. Especially as a popular boy like you.” Mr Singh said.

At the school’s boys shower room, the three initiated their plan. “Are you ready Denholm?”, Markus held his best friend’s hand. “Yes. All for my dad. Take care of me bro.”, Denholm surrendered to his fate. Denholm got undressed and wore only a bathroom towel as Mr Singh got prepared.

“Just turn on the switch and start wearing inside him. Legs first then up to head.” Markus explained. Mr Singh went to the other room and got undressed. Denholm was turned around. “Ready when you are”, Denholm said. Mr Singh switched it on. Denholm was a suit again.

There was minimal sound when it happened, so Markus assumed it was going very well and smooth. After around 5 minutes, a new Denholm emerged from the other room, wearing teacher’s clothes.

He was just looking at Markus while chuckling. “De..Denholm? What happened?” Asked Markus. “No. it’s Mr Singh.”, “Denholm” replied. Markus’ heart sank as he saw Denholm looking like a hot math teacher. “Woah… sir.. you look attractive..” Markus was in awe. “Don’t call me sir, that’s awkward! Just call me Denny! I’ll be your bro for the day!”, said Mr Denholm. Markus nodded and whispered to himself, “Damn. Daddy got more daddified?! What in the actual fuck?!?”

Chapter 3 - Youth in You

Mr Singh was filled with ecstasy at that time. He didn’t know where to start, if he wanted to ace a math test, play at the football field, get cheered by his co workers at the faculty, or make fun of the students that he hated. You name it.

“I am so grateful for this Markus. I’m feeling SOOO ALIVEEEE!!” Mr Singh or Denny said as the two walked down the hallway.

“Umm… Mr Singh-erm- Denny, it’s just weird to hear my friend say that, considering that he always feels down.” Markus felt like he was always missing something from Denholm.

“What?? But I’ve always seen this kid as the happiest man alive! And who would’ve thought I would ever see the world through these eyes!” Denny said while admiring Denholm’s body.

“Well you wouldn’t get it sir. If only you witnessed the time when he told me that he didn’t wanted to live his life AT ALL. It’s always the people that seem happy who actually feels miserable in their lives.” Markus was sad.

“Geez… that’s really awful to hear. I’m sorry if I was insensitive about it. I wish I could hug your best friend right now to comfort him.” Denny stopped smiling and turned very serious.

“I mean… can I hug you sir?? Or him..” Markus was about to tear up.

Denny opened his arms to hug Markus. “It’s okay, come here. Rub it in.” Markus embraced Denny’s body.

“May I ask why… are you crying??” Denny wondered.

“Well… um… I love him. I love Denholm.” Markus confessed to Mr Singh.

“Oh-ohh… that’s really.. that makes a lot of sense now.” Denny was shocked.

Without a warning when Denny turned around, Markus grabbed him and kissed him on the lips. Denny hesitated and pushed him away.

“Markus what the fuck?!? Why did you do that?!” Denny was bewildered.

“I’m sorry!! I’ve been wanting to do that to him for a long time! But the rejection hurts too much!” Markus was desperate.

“Well Markus let me tell you something, you are a GOOD kisser.” Denny was impressed. “I know you’re hurt and all, but what about you forget about all that and let’s have a little bit of… fun”, He added.

“What the fuck? Sir! This is wrong! You’re violating my friend! I’m violating my friend!”

“Well, the contract stated I could do ANYTHING I WANT. So come here to my classroom before I change my mind.” Denny was pissed but maintained his seductiveness. Markus had no choice but to submit to him. Denny then grabbed him into the Math classroom to have a little fun time.

Chapter 4 - Stuck With You

The tension between Markus and Denny increased, as Denny closes the classroom doors and turns off the lights. He then proceeds to take his shirt off.

“Have you ever wondered what you and Denholm would’ve been if he was actually gay?”, Denny flirted with Markus.

“I think about that every night..”, Markus sighed.

“Well you don’t have to wonder now 🫦, Come here baby.” Denny started to move towards Markus. Markus felt mixed emotions as he indulges on Denny’s warm body.

Then, here comes the fun part. As Markus undresses to reveal his hardening 5.7 inches down under, Denny looked in awe. “Hard already? Let’s do it.” Denny then stripped to reveal his new rubbery 6.8 inches.

The room suddenly got sweaty, and suddenly Denny’s body shimmered in glimmering white. It was all so perfect, like a movie scene, something Markus would’ve longed for, and now he finally had it.

“Yes… yess.. YES!!” Markus started screaming. The pleasure was so good and it felt so real for him. He never been happier in his life until that moment. The chalkboards rocked as the two slammed each other against the wall, sharing a sweet long kiss as the both of them felt each other. It was a goddamn fever dream.

Then, came the loads. “Hey stop! Don’t we need protection??!”, Markus stood up from the floor. “Why the fuck do we even need that?! This is a rubber dick!”, Denny laughed, then pulled Markus to the ground. Denny couldn’t resist it but to release massive amounts of load. Denny then inserted the huge thing into Markus, and the silicone-like texture made it more pleasurable for Markus.

The creams came pouring down, and that’s when Markus felt like he was drowning, but that’s when he could finally breathe. It was too good to be true. Well you know what else is too good to be true? NOT GETTING CAUGHT.

Suddenly, students from outside heard the blunt noises that were coming from the classroom, and knocked to see if something was up.

“What the fuck do we do?!?” Markus whispered.

“Go clean up the mess! I’ll assure them everything is FINE!” Denny said while wiping off the cream on the walls. The two got to work.

Denny opened the door and saw Denholm’s friend, and the student council Vice President, Sabrina. “Bro, what’s happening in there?” Sabrina looked at him weirdly as she noticed that Denholm looked and stood very oddly.

“Hey Sabrina, it’s nothing! I was just substituting for Mr Singh’s class and decided I would lock myself in the room to prepare!” Denny smiled.

“And the screams? I’m sure that was also part of the practice?” Sabrina looked in disgust.

“Well, I was raging over something that’s all. Say, why not you do me a favor and go to the faculty to pick up my stuff for class.” Denny redirected the question.

“YOUR stuff? Seriously dude what the hell is up with you today? You didn’t showed up to the council meeting this lunch and now I’m put in trouble because of some random screamings that came from this room!” Sabrina was mad.

“Well I’m sorry, I’ll promise I’ll make it up to you.” Denny apologized. She walked away as Markus appeared behind Denny’s back. Denny went to the window to have a talk with Markus.

“There’s no screamings, but there IS creamings.” Markus joked. The two laughed uncontrollably.

“I enjoyed it while it lasted, but sadly things need to come to and end.”, said Denny.

“You should spend the rest of the time hanging out with people. Trust me Denholm literally gets along with everyone. He makes everyone feel special.” Markus said.

“Ok, I’ll meet you later at the parking lot. And I promise, I’ll bring him back in one piece.” said Denny. The two then had one last kiss before Denny said goodbye.

Chapter 5 - Sweet Goodbye

As Markus pulled up to Denholm’s house, it was all set. It was time for Denholm to return.

“Are you ready Mr Singh?” Markus asked.

“Well I am gonna miss being this kid. He’s all I ever wanted to be.” Denny said as he looked into Denholm’s reflection and felt his body one last time.

“Here it goes. Goodbye.” Markus said. Mr Singh unzipped Denholm’s body and went out. Then, Markus turned off the switch. Everything is now back to normal. Mr Singh then bid farewell to Markus to head home.

“See you tomorrow, kid. Calculus homework is due.”, said Mr Singh.

“Markus.. is that you?” Denholm mumbled as he tried getting up from the ground.

“Denholm… I- I’m…” Markus couldn’t finish his sentence.

“Why.. why does my arms hurt so bad… And it felt like I pulled my groin… Argh… it hurts.” Denholm struggled to walk.

“Well.. nothing happened I promise!” Markus was shaking.

“That’s good to hear, you should get going now. Thank you so much bro.” Denholm hugged Markus as he left.

“Well, at least the real you is still kind to me. But I know all I’ll ever get is a hug.” Markus whispered as he walked away from Denholm’s place.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Sexy Dilf Suit For Sale!

Check him out, Internet! I'm selling meat-suits again, and this one is a stud!

I caught him at the park a few years back. The guy casually passed me like he wasn't the sexiest motherfucker I'd ever seen. He was shirtless of course, jogging in a tight pair of running shorts that really showed off his strong legs. He was a lot less hairy back then, when he used to keep all that fur trimmed neatly. I followed him to the park's restroom and converted him there. He had earbuds in, so it was ridiculously easy to sneak up behind him at the urinal. I dragged him into a stall and spent the next few hours hollowing him out. I wore him home that night, and my boyfriend was ecstatic to see me in such a hot dad. The first thing I did was use that guy's low voice to order my partner to, "Pull out daddy's penis."

We spent the night breaking the suit in. It was fairly obvious that the man was a virgin to gay sex. He felt sensitive and tight in all the right areas, and he hid a girthy python between his legs...

This suit was a favorite for public dates. I loved the way men and women stared at me while I was in him! He's honestly one of my favorites, but unfortunately, it has to go. Last week I wore him out to dinner with my boyfriend. Inside his skin, I donned a form-fitting suit and gelled his hair back handsomely. We were cozied up in an expensive restaurant when she came in. "Sam!" she yelled, "You-you're my Samuel!" Obviously, the poor woman was this guy's wife or something. She burst into tears in the middle of the restaurant, wailing about kids that I supposedly shared with her. I tried to convince her that I wasn't this Sam guy. I even made out with my boyfriend in front of her as proof, but she insisted I was him.

Ultimately, we left our date early, and now there's some lady running around looking for the person this meat-suit used to be.

So that's what brings me here! Part of me can't bear to get rid of him. I loved being inside that guy, but I can't keep him around here! I'd like around $5,000 for him, and I'd like to know that whoever's buying will wear him far away from here. That poor lady doesn't need to see him walking around town, completely unaware of his wife or kids.

Like I said, you can expect a lot of attention, strutting around with his handsome body and face. I've never worn him to a club and not had somebody offer to buy my drink. He's just too darn handsome, especially if you show off the goods! The old Samuel was probably too timid to highlight his juicy bubble butt or bulging crotch, but they are very popular with other gay men! Expect a lot of wandering hands!

Anyway, hit me up if you're interested. It'll be laying outside while I wait for an offer. His skin tans beautifully, so I figured I might as well bronze him up for ya!

[mentobein3]

Bodysuit Swap

[thegreatyin]

being a big fan of gender selectable and/or gender ambiguous characters is so hard because everyone defaults to calling them a guy all the time and it's like. i GUESS that's correct. i guess. you're perfectly free to decide that because that's the point of gender being choosable and im not one to dictate how you play or interpret your playthroughs or opinions on the game. im still gonna fucking kill you though.

[mentobein3]

I need to get a hold of this camera

A Body Stealer Tale: A Capture To Remember

When I arrived in Italy, I found out my camera was broken from the travel. Frustrated, I wandered through Italy until I found a small, dusty shop tucked between old buildings. Inside, an elderly shopkeeper offered me an old camera model, calling it "special." I was desperate, so I bought it, not realizing just how “special” this camera would actually be.

I’d only been in Italy for a day when I spotted him—an absolute Adonis. I was just wandering through the cobbled streets of the old town, camera in hand, getting lost in the architecture and the vibes, taking photos of every old building I saw. Suddenly, there he was: this hot Italian guy walking alone past me. I couldn’t resist. I knew it was a little risky, but I raised my new camera to grab a quick shot of him without him noticing.

I mean, I would never see him again after that, so I should as well capture the moment to remember.

But then, the moment I pressed the shutter, there was a flash of bright light. It wasn’t from my camera. It was like a white ball of light bursting out from the man's back and zipping straight into my camera, vanishing without a trace.

And before I could even gasp, his whole body crumpled like a pile of clothes, totally hollowed out. I blinked, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. I mean, there was this whole empty Italian guy lying there on the street—skin, hair, face, everything—but no bones, no organs, nothing inside. Just a bodysuit.

I just stood there, completely dumbfounded, staring at the bodysuit that had been a whole man only seconds before. Luckily, there was no one on the street but me, which honestly was a miracle. My heart was racing, but curiosity got the better of me. I glanced around, making sure I was alone, and slowly crouched down, reaching out to touch the hollowed man's face. It was surreal, it felt smooth, soft, and very real, I mean... it was real. As I caressed his stubble beard and admired his slack empty face, I noticed an opening on his nape. Curious, I pulled his sagging head by the hair and noticed a small opening on his back, it was the exact place where the ball of light had come out of him.

An idea popped into my head—completely insane, but somehow, I knew I had to do it. Before I could second-guess myself, I slipped off my shoes and started undressing right there on the sidewalk. Yeah, risky, but I wasn’t gonna let this opportunity slip away.

One leg at a time, I stepped into the suit's open hole, pulling his muscular calves and thighs over my own legs. The fabric—no, the *skin*—wrapped around me like a second layer. I could feel his muscles molding to my shape as I slid my arms into his and finally tugged his handsome face over mine like a mask.

Then… something amazing happened. I could feel the strength of his body taking over, the weight of his muscles filling me up, the opening in his back closing, and even his face settling into place over mine. I wasn’t just wearing him—I *was* him.

I glanced down and saw those fit pecs, those ripped abs, and a big flaccid cock that now belonged to me. The guy was very hung, I thought.

I couldn't help but give my new cock a few strokes. I chuckled at the thought of someone walking and seeing this stud jerking off naked on the street.

But I wasn't in the mood to spend my new hot body in an Italian jail, so I grabbed the man's jeans from the ground and pulled them back up. His wallet fell out of his pocket, so I grabbed it and looked for his ID.

"Luca Moretti, 23 years old," It said.

Well, I guess that's my new name for now, I thought as I put a shirt on.

I grabbed the camera from the ground and looked at the lens, my eyes squinted as I tried to look inside for any sign of life, "Hello? Do you hear me?" I waited for a response and chuckled at how ridiculous I looked talking to a camera. I was about to put it inside my backpack when I heard a distant voice in my head. It was a male voice, and it was screaming in Italian.

"Che cazzo sta succedendo? Non sento più nulla… posso solo vedere attraverso questa maledetta lente! Ma cosa mi è successo? Sono intrappolato qui dentro? Non può essere vero… Aiuto! Qualcuno mi tiri fuori da qui, vi prego!"

I couldn't understand what he was saying—I don't speak Italian! I gazed into the lens, letting a look of gentle compassion soften my new features.

"I'm sorry man, I can't understand what you're saying. But it looks like that's your new home now. Your body is mine and It's going to be so fun being you, I hope you don't have a girlfriend because I'm really going to put this ass to use. But don't worry though, I will make sure you get some company soon."

I put the camera inside my backpack and casually walked away as if I’d always been him. I’d never felt this confident in my life, and proof of that was the huge bulge I proudly displayed in my jeans. This is going to be one unforgettable trip.

Next time, I won't be taking photos of old buildings, but of hot men whose bodies I want to capture.

[derfpossessions]

Rented You Out - Part 1

Ever tried on a suit? Perhaps borrowed someone else's? Or you could've gotten it from a Suit Rental? Well let me tell you about a story of a man, whose body LITERALLY got rented out. So grab your ☕️, grab your 😸, because it's about to get WILD from here, well at least for our main boy.

Meet Denholm Gauthier, the 18-year old boy in 12th Grade, ready to graduate in a few months, but still have no decisions towards what to do in his life. He is a well-loved and kind student at his high school, and as the leader of the Football team and President of the Student Council, oh he's got it all. Plus, he's the class Valedictorian. So why is he such in a lost position? He had always seeked purpose in his life, though no one seemed to give him a damn since he's literally a privileged, handsome white dude. Everyone's got their own shit. To everyone's surprise, Denholm once mentioned that he didn’t want his life AT ALL, to which everyone got outraged about, saying “WHY NOT?!?”. Well, with this story unfolding, I guess I can say he found his purpose.

Chapter 1: Kidnapped

And so we begin. It was psychology class and the classroom was having a heated debate about the human mind and body. It escalated between the nerds too much that a fight could’ve broke out but thanks to Denholm it was de-escalated fast.

“It’s fine Mr Watkins, this topic was a bit controversial if I’m going to be honest with you. But I believe that our human minds are its own unique ways, and one could never be another person.”, he stated as he made the others calm down.

“Well that’s what you thought.” The quiet kid said. His name was Stanley. He’s the kid that sits in so much envy while watching Denholm rise up in the podium of popularity. He was always jealous of him. He wanted to live like him. Heck, he wanted to be him.

“What was that bro?” Denholm politely asked. Stanley didn’t replied, so Denholm’s just shrugged it off and packed his bag.

Lunchtime was up, and Denholm ate with Markus, who’s his childhood and best friend. Denholm long knew then that Markus likes other men, but Markus never really showed him that he wanted Denholm to be more than friends. Though with that said, Denholm is a very liberal person, and of course, a straight ally, which is not what Markus wanted but more than enough to keep them as friends.

“Hey bro! What’s up?” Denholm excitingly said to Markus.

“Nothing much, just tired of life as always.” Markus said.

“Why’s that so? You have friends and family!” Denholm replied.

“Well I don’t want this life. So stressful and so pressured. I wish I could be just as charismatic and attractive and NORMAL as YOUR life!” Markus said with a raising voice.

“Wha… is that what you feel about my life?” Denholm was shocked. Markus raised his voice on him again, which he typically does to cover his feelings of desire towards him. It’s really hard for a gay man like Markus to try and not fall face flat with his feelings towards straight boy hottie Denholm.

“You know my life isn’t easy too. I wish I could live as simpler as any other person.” Denholm sighed.

“Oh I’m sorry..” , Markus said. Denholm hugged him, and so the feelings came in again. Markus’ manhood was rising a little bit high that time, but not too high for Denholm to notice. It was almost like Markus wanted to kiss him on the spot, but he didn’t forgot his dignity and so he didn’t do it.

There was a student council meeting afterschool, so Denholm had to leave the last period early. While walking down the hallway, he saw a black van parallel parking in the lot. It was quite peculiar to see a car parking at that time. He wanted to investigate it but was running late for the meeting, so he ignored it.

The meeting had finally ended. Denholm separated with his classmates because his locker was at the other exit of the school, and now, he’s secured from the hands of evil. “I love you.”, said by Denholm to his girlfriend as he leaves the school through the back exit. As he was leaving, the black van he suspected earlier, was open. He was grabbed by two men wearing balaclavas and shoved him into the backseat.

Denholm tried to talk but his voice was muffled caused by the tape on his mouth. A silhouette of a teenager was seen from the car mirror, but that teenager quickly turned it away to get prevented from being seen. Helpless, Denholm tried everything he can to get unleashed, but it was no use. The two men started injecting something on his back, it wasn’t a syringe, rather a sharp wired material that penetrated his spine, and later his whole body. As he was agonizing in pain, the kid from the front seat was giggling, enticed to see the pain Denholm was going through. They then started to dig down his back even further, almost as if they were cutting it wide open like a zipper. As he can no longer tolerate the pain, Denholm passed out from exhaustion.

Chapter 2: I Am My Bestie

Nightfall came, and Denholm’s parents were very worried. His girlfriend along with his father seeked help from the police, to which they saw the van that took him away. Markus, who thought that the men might have put Denholm captive at school, drove straight there during the night.

To by his surprise, he saw Denholm lying down in the locker room. He screamed, “DENHOLM!!” As he tried waking him up. He tried to lift his body upwards but noticed something strange. His body was a little lightweight.. almost hollow.

As Markus went to see Denholm’s face, his eyes looked… empty. Something wasn’t right. It only took a matter of time until he discovered that Denholm had a huge rip on his back, with a little switch attached to his neck. Markus kept shrugging Denholm to awake him but there was no use. He then examined the rip, and accidentally opened it, which revealed Denholm’s insides with literally nothing in it. Just a hollow mold.

“My friend’s… a bodysuit?!?!?” Markus started to panic. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what he would tell to Denholm’s parents. So he kept trying to wake Denholm up, but he’s no longer there. There was only one choice. If Denholm WAS an empty suit for someone to wear, then someone must wear him for the meantime, and who would that be none other than Markus. “I’m so sorry, I love you.” Markus started to tear up. He then stripped off his clothes. He started to insert his legs and feet into Denholm’s empty body. Markus was a bit larger than Denholm’s so it was a tight fit. the warmness of the insides then slowly binded Markus’ legs onto his. There was no turning back. Next, he put on the torso, and leaned Denholm’s head forward for now. It was almost complete. The last thing to do is to put on the head. As Markus was putting Denholm’s face like a mask, it frightened him too much that he started suffocating. In the outside it looked like an expressionless Denholm but you can hear Markus grasping for air. He eventually fell to the groubd and passed out.

The next time Markus woke up, he was at the floor. His body was glistening with sweat, or should I say, Denholm’s body. He tried to get and up and looked around, then exhaled to see that he can breathe again. His breath smelled like Denholm’s, which shocked him a lot. He paused and saw the mirror, with Denholm reflecting back to him. “De..Denholm??”, Markus said. The voice still sounded like Markus wearing a mask, which was muffled, so Markus adjusted Denholm’s face to fit his even more. And so the face finally locked in. “Denholm??” He said again. This time the voice sounded EXACTLY like Denholm. He started to rub his new wavy hair, and touch his new skin in his face. He also noticed his eyes even changed. Rubbing it through, he no longer has curly hair or dark skin, and his smell noticeably also disappeared, revealing a musky, bold smell from Denholm.

He admired Denholm’s hair, torso, biceps, and stroked his 6.8-inch dick. He then started putting on his clothes, and covered up the switch with a bandage. He looked at the mirror again and said, “Sorry Denholm, baby, but I need to drive you for now.” and kissed goodbye to his reflection in the mirror.

Now that Markus holds Denholm’s life, it was time to tell the news to Denholm’s family. Going home a bit excited, he rushed into Denholm’s house where a worried mother and father rushed in to receive him in open arms. “We missed you so much honey!”, Marta said to her “son” while embracing him. Markus felt a wholesome rather never-before feeling at that moment, as his parents were divorced and was put into care by his evil grandparents. This experience has become a chance for Markus to feel the life he deserved to have: a loving family, popular, charming, spoiled, everything that he ever dreamed of. Besides his sexual desires in the love of his life’s body, it was a chance for him to enjoy a new life of his own.

Chapter 3: Denholm Slayy

Morning came and Markus woke up refreshed, and opened his phone to see that he still has Denholm’s face while looking at the front camera. “Good morning, babe”, Markus started teasing himself. Suddenly something raised from under the blankets. Markus felt aroused by Denholm’s morning look so much that he decided to have a little bit of fun before getting through his day.

He let out a quick moan as he started grabbing onto Denholm’s elastic manhood. And there he unleashed loads and loads of cum which splashed through the whole bedroom. He didn’t even gave a damn into how he’s gonna clean all that mess. Then he admired himself in the mirror then started kissing it. “Oh I wish you were fucking me like this baby. Such a slay”, Markus groaned as he breathed in great intervals. He was having the time of his life.

“Babe??? Babee, I came to pick you up!” that was Paula, Denholm’s girlfriend, picking him up to go to school. Markus got alarmed by this. How was he supposed to clean all that cum on the wall? He quickly got up from the bed and took a dirty shirt from the laundry to wipe off all the stains from the walls and floors. Then he put on a shirt before opening the door. “Babe! What took you so long?? Also why are you not dressed yet we’re already late!” Paula said. “Sorry babe, got a bit hazy from last night that’s all.” Markus replied. “Well if you want to talk about it, we can spend the day together”, said Paula as she seductively touches Denholm’s cheeks. “No it’s alright, besides you have a test today and we must put our studies first right?”, Markus said while feeling anxious. “Ok! I’ll wait for you downstairs while you get ready.” Paula replied.

“Babe babe… Babe my ASS.” Markus side-eyes Paula as she left. “You know Denholm, you don’t deserve this annoying slut!” Markus said while berating Denholm’s reflection in the mirror. “This is why I’m GAY! UGH! If only you were mine… But for now, I am you. I will make the most of it.” Markus said while getting dressed. He put on a new bad boy look for Denholm, compared to the plain shirts that Denholm used to pull off with. Markus did a grin in the mirror as he admired his ideal look for Denholm.

“Oh daddy, you’re really such a fine person. I hope we get to bond more like this again.” Markus sighed. He then headed off to school with Paula.

———

It was now the afternoon. No one has seemed to have noticed that Denholm was being controlled by another person, as Markus has studied every single inch of how Denholm moves and speaks, which counts to the amount of obsession he has towards his homie. But there was one person that wasn’t convinced by the act though. While walking down the street, Paula confronted Denholm/Markus. “Babe, is everything alright? You seem distant.. detached today…”. Markus started to get nervous again, not knowing what details to say to her. “Babe its nothing.. look, I’ll head home now. Maybe I just needed a rest.” He replied.

Markus was finally back at Denholm’s room. It was now late at night. He took off his clothes and decided to lie down. “Maybe I should… do it again..” As Markus tried to stand up, suddenly he felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he was suffocating through latex. He then started gagging until he choked. It was the suit. He tried leaning on to something, but eventually the sweat that accumulated the suit made him trip down and struggle to get up. It felt like he was about to die, something was crushing him from the inside. Desperate, he tried unzipping off from the suit, which worked perfectly well. Markus finally got out of Denholm again, after over a day of using him. Both of them were covered in sweat, with Markus hyperventilating as he stared at Denholm’s lifeless body.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Used Meat-Suit For sale!

Sup Internet! Like the title says, I'm selling this old thing, so hmu if you're interested in him.

I've been wearing this guy for years now, so I don't really remember where I got him. I think he was a lineman on some football team; and with his 6'-7", 280lb body, he was probably really good at it! He might've been called Paul or Pete maybe, but I've just been wearing him to do yard work around my house, so I haven't used his name. My neighbors all assume he's my personal landscaper or something. I usually pull some XL khaki coveralls over him when I take him outside, but I figured any buyer's gonna want to see as much of him as this website allows.

Also, please ignore his boner! I may have had a final jerk in that thing before hopping out. I just wanted one more, for old time's sake! If you've ever had a meat-suit before, then you know it sort of pauses where you leave it. His limbs don't stiffen or anything; he's like a limp ragdoll when no one's inside, but all the background changes that occur over time like hair growth, muscle loss, and yes-boner deflation just stay the same as you left it.

I'm looking to get around $500 for him, but I'm open to haggle if you want. There's nothing wrong with him! I take great care of all my suits, but he is still a little dirty from the last time I used him to mow the lawn.

That's it! Can't think of much else to say that'll convince you to buy him. I mean he's a great thing to throw on when you have some heavy lifting to do! Or maybe you wanna get into football with him! I'm sure there's still some memory of the game in those muscles. You might have to hit the gym first; he's strong, but I definitely did not keep up whatever insane workouts he was doing before I took over. He was a fucking muscle-ox back then!

Reach out if you're interested! I'm not even going to try to ship him though. He's way too heavy. You'll have to stop by and pick him up. Shouldn't be hard though because you can just wear him out the door!

Disclaimer: If you haven't owned a genuine human bodysuit before, it is a responsibility! You have to put them on every so often to shower, shave, brush their teeth, and everything. These things are real bodies that still sweat, grow, and get fat if you just leave them lying around. Take care of your shit!

[tallymali]

can i just say thank u for the nuanced feminism here 😅 i feel like ive had to fight lately to assert that i do in fact wear heels for myself, i just like em, or the same for pursuing breast implants, or other things like

women can make their own decisions too yo, it doesnt all have to be pressure/coersion/whateverthefuck

no one questions when my hair is a different color, or that theres new ink/piercings in my skin...if i gotta live in this meatsuit at least let me fuck with it lol

sorry, this ended up turning into a rant lol

anyway, ur cool ✌️

dont be sorry i love this!! and tbh this doesnt even feel like nuanced feminism so much as like..i just dont like seeing other “progressives” trying to do astrology with ultimately very trivial aspects of womens lives. ive seen it go the other way where women who arent feminine get accused of being pick me/nlog/not a girls girl. like did she actually say any of that or are these people creating fanfic about someone who is just having interests and minding her damn business? i guess its the weird hyperfixation that everything we do is for the “male gaze” and sending some kind of subliminal message rather than acknowledging us as normal people doing normal stuff that gets me

[outrealm-gates]

I think I keep getting spooked off by cis men dni things because I don't really present as anything but one but...

I'm he/they. I'm a non binary using male and neutral pronouns and I'm bisexual to boot. I keep forgetting I'm not just an ally on the outside like I thought I did in late high-school I'm a direct member.

*flops* memory is hard, and I am a large intimidating meatsuit piloted by a very silly orange cat

[crowley-the-1-true-king-of-hell]

Crowley's accent in 7x23 is so hot if you know what I mean. Especially the accent he has when he tells Cas he's vital

I also think Crowley looks his absolute best in this episode

Intelligence? His intelligence was so top tier in this episode I want to give it 3 points rather than 1

He knew to have a vial of his blood ready so Dick wouldn't kill him

He knew Cas would be able to see through the meatsuits

He gathered information about the God weapon. This is a really big deal because information on the leviathan is so rare and so hard to come by, that the only source we know of is one rock that can only be translated by one person. Crowley finding out information about a leviathan weapon is huge and information gathering is one of his greatest strengths

The contract never said he couldn't give Sam and Dean his blood. It just said he had to give them the wrong blood. Which he did off screen. The first bone Dick was stabbed with had normal demon blood but the second bone had Crowley's blood thus Crowley didn't break his deal

Crowley's plan killed Dick Roman and sent Cas and Dean to Purgatory. Leaving Sam on his own and Sam's really not that into hunting tbh

The contract was written in Latin

Sassy?

You're off your rocker!

Where's the fun in clobbering a ball of wet fur

Text me when Sparkles here retrieves his marbles I suppose

Funny in general

To a mutation like me? Tired of swimming in hot garbage are we?

I do so like this part. Don't you? 😈

Now that I think about it it might have been extremely satisfying to have the episode where Dick and Crowley talk in the limo right before this one but oh well

Ngl but Crowley and Dick had so much alpha male energy in the room

Bravery

He looked at Cas, an angel, far more powerful than him before he even knew that Cas was sick and growled at Cas that he wanted to crush Cas between his teeth

He's very flirty with Dick and unlike other demons he attempts to get out of this through business rather than violence

Crowley in this episode is 10 out of 10

Top tier

Sometimes it's about the quality not the quantity

[mentobein3]

It sounds like somebody caught me changing out in the wild. I just harvested that muscular jogger not five minutes before. I knew he would be an upgrade.

[qapsiel]

@eyeless-smiles in response to cool

                               WITNESSING THAT LITTLE STUNT HAD BEEN, FOR A LACK OF ANOTHER WORD, PRETTY COOL. Like something out of a movie. The funny one with the people who avoided bullets in slow motion and wore long leather jackets. Dean would have been very impressed by the Nightmare, which is why Castiel is rather glad that the hunter isn't around. Maybe he's a bit jealous. He has never been cool. Not in a vessel. Pulling that stunt while in his true form? No problem at all. But meatsuits are restricting, and even after spending almost a century in one, Castiel still hasn't settled into Jimmy Novak's body completely.

                                Anyway, it's certainly not good for the Nightmare's overbearing ego to hear the waitress's praise and gratitude, and with a sour expression, Castiel watches her face transform into the same look all the waitresses get shortly before they hand over their phone number along with the bill. "Maybe so," Castiel says as he reaches for a laminated menu. "But she is not your type, is she?" All the victims with the ripped-out eyes were male, after all.

[slytherinroyalty16]

I won't let you leave me

Chapter 2

Warnings: SPOILERS!!! Y/n in his revenge arc, grave digging

word count: 1550

3rd POV:

A car is seen speeding its way through icy terrain. A man we know as Nathan Bratt behind the wheel, but he’s only there physically. Behind his eyes would be the form of Y/n L/n, a teenager whose life was tragically cut short at the age of 17. Nathan didn't know that he was part of a plan way bigger than him but that was all a part of the fun. The car stops in an empty lot where slightly snow covered objects could be seen on the ground. In his newly acquired meat suit, Y/n got down and started digging in the snow. He found the torso right in front of him and the limbs in the surrounding area. He couldn't find the head so he started walking deeper into the snow covered forest. He goes to take another step when his foot gets caught on a suspiciously thick mound of snow. He gets down and digs once more to reveal the head of his, now, favorite person.

With the pieces in hand he goes back into the car and starts the drive to the Biddle house. As he’s driving, he can feel a slight scratching in his head, like someone was trying to get his attention from the inside. He looks into the rearview mirror to see the eyes of the meatsuit he is currently inhabiting. He rolls his eyes and allows the man to let his thoughts be known.

“What do you want with me? I haven’t done anything to you.” Nathan says. This is the second time this has happened to him and he’s more terrified now then when Harold had his turn with his body.

“I know you haven’t done anything. You are simply just a means to an end. The only reason I need you is because you are weak.” Y/n says nonchalantly. He rolls his eyes at Nathan’s nonsense questions before blocking his voice out of his head, sighing as he finally has a moment piece. He pulls up in front of the house and grabs the pieces of his friend from the back seat. Locking the car, he enters the house and releases possession of the man’s body.

“Say the words.” Y/n tells Nathan. He regains his bearings before looking at the ghost boy with a look of disbelief. “Why can’t you do it?” he says. Rolling his eyes at the idiot, Y/n states the obvious. “I’m dead, dumbass. It won’t work if I do it. Now unless you want to keep breathing  on this wretched planet, I suggest you say the goddamn words.” the ghost boy threatens as his skin goes to its burnt and charred form.

Nathan takes a deep breath before reaching inside the breast pocket of the puppet residing on the floor. He grabs the flimsy sheet of cardstock  before reciting the words.”Karru Marri Odonna Loma Molonu Karrano” he says cautiously. A beat of silence went by and nothing happened. The ghost boy paces back and forth as his anxiety skyrockets. He looks to the human man and paces up to him, Nathan backing up in fear.

“What did you do!?” Y/n exclaims. “I didn’t do anything! I-I-I just said the words on the card.” Nathan exclaims fearfully. Unbeknownst to them, the pieces of the puppet in question begin to attach themselves with the head jumping onto the neck.

“Leave him alone son, I’m alright” a voice says. Both male turn around to see the aforementioned puppet sitting on a loveseat in the corner of the room. “SLAPPY!” Y/n exclaims as he runs up to hug the small wooden doll, a big smile on his face as he gets his last remaining family in his arms once again. 

He puts the doll back in the loveseat before turning back to the owner of the home, standing in the corner trying to make himself smaller. “So, I hear that you need an ending for your story. I think I can help you with that” Slappy says to the struggling author. All of a sudden, barking is heard from another corner of the room. 

Nathan’s head turns to see the stuffed body of Fifi, his dead dog, barking on the wall. “Fifi? FIFI!” he yells before running to the wall to dismount the animal from its plaque on the wall. Free from its wooden prison, the dog runs in a few circles before standing still in front of the group. Nathan kneels down in an attempt to give the dog love and affection. Fifi growls at the man, eyes red and glowing with fangs that look to be bigger than her mouth. Nathan flinches and backs up in fear at the demonic animal before him. 

Y/n kneels next to the cowering man. “Grab a shovel, we’re going on the little field trip.” he commands. He looks at the boy for a second, disbelief on his face as he begrudgingly does as told. The boy stands, brown skin covering his burnt visage as he turns to look at the puppet sitting in the chair. He walks over and kneels back on the floor to make eye contact with the small wooden being. “What will you do when you have your body back? Will you at least stay with me?” the boy tearfully asks. 

Slappy lifts a small wooden hand and wipes away the singular fallen teat that manages to escape his eye. “Rest assured, when all of this is over, I’ll never leave you alone again. No one will.” the puppet answers. Y/n nods his head, wiping his tears and stands as Nathan walks back into the room with a shovel in hand. “Follow the dog, she knows where to take you.” Y/n says as he picks Slappy up. Nathan nods with a slight look of fear as he puts his coat on and prepares to leave.  

The vampiric dog leads the group into the forest behind the used to be Biddle house. As they go deeper and deeper into the forest, Y/n holds Slappy closer to his chest to feel some form of comfort to quell the rising anxiety in his chest, heart beating in his ears. Fifi suddenly stops and starts forcing her paws into the ground, notifying the group of the location of what they’ve searching for. 

Nathan looks at the kid and pleads with him. “Please, don’t make me do this.” he whimpers. Y/n narrows his eyes at the scared human. “Start digging.” he commands. Nathan sighs, his fight leaving him as he starts to dig in the marked area. Time goes by and the group hears a thump. Y/n hands Slappy before he jumps into the hole and starts frantically removing the dirt off of the now unearthed coffin. After seeing the name that always fills him up with joyous emotions, he uses his limited magic to transport the group and the coffin inside the foyer of Nathan’s house. 

Y/n slumps against the couch, tired as his energy reserve is running low. He looks at Slappy with a tired look, the puppet nodding at the boy, seemingly giving him permission before the boy disappears in a flash. 

Slappy looks at Nathan, the aforementioned man staring at the coffin on his floor before opening the hatch on the lid. He was immediately hit in the face with the disgusting stench of a rotting corpse. Nathan reaches in and grabs a card that contains words not of this dimension. He looks at the doll with a look of fear, but the doll just looks at him, using his eyes to tell him to say the words.

Nathan takes a deep breath and recites the words as Slappy slumps against the seat, lifeless. His spirit travels across the room and enters the opening of the coffin. Nathan stands there in silence, mentally preparing himself for what was about to happen. Suddenly, a zombified hand reaches up and forces the lid off the coffin as Nathan backs away in fear.

The zombie moves his way out of the coffin into a standing position. As the previously dead body stands, his clothes go from torn and dirty to clean and well pressed. His skin goes from rotting and green to tanned and unblemished. Well combed brown hair appears on his scalp and a smirk forms on his face. As the two men stare at each other, a flash goes off in the corner of the room.

Y/n pops back in the room, magic rejuvenated, and looks around at the scene. When blue meets hazel, the boy gets a beaming smile on his face and runs towards the well dressed man with outstretched arms. The man caught the boy with a little laugh erupting from his mouth, a smile also seen on his face. 

“Kanduu!” the boy yells gleefully. He finally has someone he knows will never let him go. He has that security that he’s been craving since he was a kid.

“Y/n, it’s so good to have you in my arms again but we have a job to do.” Kanduu states. “What do you say we give Nathan here the best ending he’s ever written.”

“Let’s get to work, grandpa.”

Did you guys like the ending? I know it's a bit of a curve ball but I will explain everything in separate series. I know, I'm doing to much but I have a plan. Look out for part 3 on Friday.

dividers by @cafekitsune

[mentobein3]

Sounds like Miguel found his American dream.

For once, Miguel thought that the moment the tattooed officer drawn that gun right to his face, it would be the end of his short-lived American Dream. Turns out, it's a jumpstart to the right direction as the officer is not exactly the kind of nutjob that would call people like Miguel as "fence-hopper" or any other sort of slur. In fact, Officer Nicholas Rivero is a fence-hopper himself, but he slid into the suit of a lost cause punk named Nicholas Rivero and worn his skin as part of assimilation into the American populace. In fact, everyone in Officer Rivero's precinct all originated from South America, only donning different faces thanks to the infiltration of the earlier border-crossing community that wanted to ensure that more of them can integrate to the American society and start with a brand new identity.

So, when offered with the possibility of joining the recently "sworn-in officers" and helped others to integrate or lived a steady and unassuming all-American life by getting himself inside the folks caught with minor offences and held in the precinct holding cell, Miguel found himself in a dilemma.

He wanted to help others that might ended up like him earlier tonight, but he felt like he needed a break for a while after such tiring journey and overall tumultuous life he went through for the past few years. So, he pointed at the foul-mouthed, muscular Caucasian with that curly mullet hair to be his next body, and with that, the officer grabbed that guy to be injected with the substance that will make anyone injected with it goes limp and deflated, like a bodysuit.

The other people in the holding cell have zero idea about the process that happened behind their back. The only thing they witnessed is that the mullet drunkard leave the precinct, they thought probably someone posted his bail or something. If they are lucky, there will be no other Miguels for the night, but the precinct usually processed 10-15 people every night and with Miguel just the third person to undergo the process tonight, they are probably not going to be that lucky

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Big Ugly Meat-Suit For Sale!

Hey Internet! I'm back again, selling yet a another one of meat-suits. I don't know if you can tell, but I'm not the biggest fan of this one.

A few weeks ago he was my landlord, Mr. Oscars. He was always showing up to raise my rent and just be a general pain in my ass. Trust me when I say he was an unpleasant person to be around: imagine the most overbearing lewd personality. His attitude was only superseded by the awful mold it was encased in! This guy wasn't just fat and balding; he smelled awful too. It was like he never bothered to shower or even swap out his beer-stained wifebeater. Every time this guy pulled up, I'd groan and cover my nose. That is, until the last time.

Converting someone into a meat-suit is fairly complex. I'm still just an amateur, but I've gotten it down to three simple steps.

Step 1 is drugging the target with a specific cocktail of ingredients. Mr. Oscars' rant about me quickly faded as his hefty body went limp and pounded against the floor. Step 2 was harder to accomplish. I needed to undress the man, and I almost puked while getting so intimate with his sticky skin and matted body hair. Finally, his body was naked, spread-eagle, with his gut pointing up to the ceiling. I could sit back and watch Step 3. He laid there unconscious for hours as my ritual took hold. Whatever inner structure that drove the former Mr. Oscars slowly seeped away.

Now, my landlord issues are gone, but I'm left with a rather unattractive bodysuit! I'll take anything over $50 for you to cart him away!

I've worn him a few times, mostly just to do the chores around my house. I find it kind of funny to see this former slumlord dusting my shelves and folding my laundry. It's even funnier to see his fat ass in a tiny little jock strap! I can tell he really neglected his body: I feel it in all the aching joints and short breathing when I put him on. However, the nice thing about having him as a suit is that I can throw my back out while scrubbing the floors, and it'll only hurt Mr. Oscars' old body: not mine! So, if you're looking for a kind of dumpy old meat-suit to walk around in, please reach out!

He's not the prettiest, but he is a great place for anyone to get started with body-hopping! If anything, it might be fun to hop in and get into character. The strong personalities sort of linger, so you'll totally feel inclined to be the lazy bum that Mr. Grimes was! It's kind of fun if you want a day of TV on the couch. All the calories will go into his gut; not yours!

Let me know if you're interested!

[strigital]

just some refs of the Bryce family (also known as: the biggest bone in Saburo's throat since Johnny Silverhand) for future doodlin' ✏️