#male skinsuit

[max-the-many]

Seems like somebody got suspicious. But we didn't mind taking them out for a ride aswell...

[juanbodyswapstfs]

Dm if interested in body swap roleplay!

[myster-roca]

The Catfish Incident

"Thanks for the energy drink, man," Jake said, cracking open his can of blue energy soda as we ambled down the dimly lit hallway back to our apartments. The gym members' party had left us both hot and sweaty, and I thought a refreshing drink would be the perfect cap to our evening.

"Yeah, no problem, bro. You owe me one next time!" I replied, although I was thinking something else entirely as I watched him guzzle his beverage.

He was tall, about six feet three inches, with a toned physique that would make anyone envious. His hair, the color of wheat, was slicked back with some kind of product, and he wore a tank top that hugged his chest tightly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and thick arms. His shorts were tight enough to show off his wide hips and well-defined ass.

Standing beside him, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of insecurity. While I was reasonably fit and steadily working towards what I hoped would be my ideal body, Jake's presence ignited a deeper yearning within me. It wasn’t just about having muscular broad shoulders and a confident stride—it was about embodying that effortless aura of masculinity, the kind of identity that defines an alpha male.

"Oh yeah, almost forgot—I need to head back to my apartment now," Jake said abruptly. "I have a little rendezvous tonight," he added, flashing a smile.

"Sounds like a plan. What time is your date?" I asked casually, pausing beside him.

“About an hour from now, so I should probably hit the showers first. Gotta freshen up and work out these guns again,” he laughed. Then, without warning, he raised his left arm above his head and flexed his bicep, staring intently into my eyes. “It’s been too long since they’ve seen any action.”

I felt myself blush uncontrollably at his words, but luckily Jake didn't see it, and he continued heading down the hallway.

"See you tomorrow, Dave!" he called out over his shoulder before disappearing through his apartment door.

Little did he know, I was well aware of who he was meeting tonight.

As I stepped into my apartment, the familiar walls and furnishings offered no comfort to the restless longing stirring within me.

Each well-placed book and neatly aligned chair seemed to echo the structured, unyielding life I had sculpted for myself—a life of discipline as a respected professor, always mindful of reputation and societal expectations.

With a sigh, I removed my glasses and set them aside on the table. The lenses caught the fading light of the day, scattering beams that danced across the blandness of my living space, teasing me with glimpses of brightness in my otherwise predictable world.

This simple act felt like peeling away the layers of a persona crafted over years.

It felt symbolic, like I was discarding a part of myself that was too familiar, too constricted by old fears and inhibitions. Tonight was not a night for the timid David hidden behind those lenses; it was a night for someone entirely new.

I pulled off my tank top, feeling the cool air hit my bare skin, followed by the soft cotton of my white gym shorts. Finally, I slid down my underwear and tossed them aside. I felt incredibly vulnerable, standing there nude with no one else around.

Across the room, my gaze then shifted to the bed, where the realistic bodysuit of a Latino model lay outstretched. The room lighting cast a bright hue over its meticulously detailed surface, accentuating each muscular contour and shadow, making it look almost alive. It wasn’t just a garment; it was a gateway to another existence.

As soon as I saw it, I couldn’t resist touching its smooth skin. I ran my fingers over its chest and arms, feeling the softness of its skin. Then I slid my hands down to its waist and squeezed its firm butt cheeks. It even had a built-in penis that was larger than my own, which gave me a sense of excitement.

"Alright," I muttered under my breath, "let’s get started."

I could feel my dick twitch as I reached down and grabbed hold of the slit at the back of the bodysuit. The suit itself was made of a special material that allowed for easy movement and flexibility. Slowly, I began pulling the two sides apart so that there would be enough room for me to get inside.

As I sat down in the chair, I began sliding my right leg into one of the muscular legs. They were tight but not uncomfortable. As I pulled them up over my thigh, I could feel the skin stretching slightly as it moved up my leg. This was going to be so fucking hot!

I continued moving my left leg into the second leg until both feet were on the ground. Next, I positioned my shaft to the built-in dick and slid my arms into the sleeves. My biceps bulged with each movement.

Standing up, I took a few steps forward, feeling the incredible strength of my legs against my skin. I flexed my arm, watching the veins pulsate under the surface. I couldn’t help but smile at my new, sexy body.

Finally, I put on the built-in mask that resembled the handsome face of a Latino model.

As I slid it over my head, I felt the soft material conform to the contours of my face.

Once the mask was fully secured, the ’Heddon’ app on my phone opened up.

In order for the bodysuit to work properly, it needed to be activated. I selected “Start Sealing” and watched as the screen filled with images of the process.

Suddenly, there was a click, and the suit began to seal shut around me. I felt the muscles of my legs begin to tingle as they fused with the suit.

My thighs and calves became more defined as the skin tightened around them. The same sensation spread across my chest and shoulders, making them bulge outward. My arms seemed to grow larger as the suit conformed to my muscles.

Within seconds, the transformation was complete, and the suit fully integrated with my body, leaving no trace of its presence. It was as if I had become one with this sexy, lifelike skin.

With a grin, I stepped towards the mirror, admiring my reflection. The face staring back at me was that of a young, fit Hispanic man with broad shoulders and narrow hips.

“Welcome back,” I whispered to myself as I looked in the mirror at my new reflection. “Diego.”

My jawline was strong and defined, giving me a masculine appearance. I flexed my biceps, showing off the definition in my arms.

I ran my hands over my hard chest, feeling the firmness beneath my fingers. Then, I squeezed my pecs, enjoying the way they rippled beneath my touch.

I let my hands travel down to the bulge between my legs, squeezing it gently. My cock throbbed with excitement as I imagined what it would feel like to fuck someone with this body.

I picked up my phone, opened a dating app and messaged Jake using the Diego profile. We’d chatted a little bit on the app a few weeks earlier, and he seemed really interested in meeting up.

“Hey sexy,” I typed into the chat window. “Want to see some pics?”

“Sure thing, stud,” Jake responded. “Whatcha got?”

I smiled as I sent him a couple of pictures of myself wearing different leather and latex outfits.

“That’s hot,” Jake wrote. “Do you think you can do something even hotter tonight?”

I grinned as I typed back, “Of course, baby. Anything for you.”

****************************************************

A few weeks ago, I stumbled upon a Reddit thread mentioning "Heddon: House of Transformation" — a service offering realistic bodysuits that promised an entirely new level of personal transformation. Intrigued yet skeptical, I clicked through.

The website was adorned with glossy images of transformations and detailed testimonials from users who spoke of life-altering experiences. Video demos showcased the suits’ incredible realism and functionality, portraying seamless transitions from person to suit.

Admittedly, the site and service were new, which did little to alleviate my skepticism. However, a promotional offer for first-time users—a significant discount on their first order—was enough to tip the scales.

Despite my initial doubts and the nagging thought that it could all be an elaborate scam, I decided to take the plunge with some disposable income I’ve set aside.

I ordered a customized bodysuit modeled after a muscular Latino—a physique and persona so starkly different from my own that it felt like it could only exist in fantasies.

When the package arrived, it included not just the bodysuit but also detailed instructions for using the accompanying "Heddon: House of Transformation" app.

The app, once downloaded, allowed me to control the bodysuit’s features, including the crucial sealing process which would integrate the suit seamlessly with my own body.

When I first donned my new Diego bodysuit a few nights ago, I created a fake profile on the dating app and got tons of messages but one message caught my attention— it was my gym buddy Jake.

“Hi there! You’re so hot and cute!” he wrote.

“Thank you! You’re pretty handsome yourself,” I responded.

We chatted for a bit, discussing our hobbies and interests. I told him that I was looking for someone to share my fetishes with, and that I loved wearing latex.

He responded quickly, saying that he was also interested in exploring his kinks and that he loved wearing leather and latex. Before long, we were messaging each other every night, sharing our deepest desires and fantasies.

A few days later, Jake asked me if I would be willing to come over to his apartment and have some fun. I agreed, excited to finally meet him in person.

“I’m so glad you’re coming over,” he wrote back. “I’ve been dying to meet you in person.”

“Me too,” I replied. “I can’t wait to see you.”

****************************************************

Now, here I am, standing outside Jake’s apartment door, feeling nervous and excited all at once. I knocked on Jake's door and soon heard the sound of footsteps approaching. The door swung open, revealing Jake standing there in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

Diego! Come in!” he says, grinning at me. I follow him into the apartment, and he shuts the door behind us.

Jake leans against the door, studying my body. “Wow, you look amazing,” he says. “I never imagined you would actually look like this.”

“Thanks. It feels good to finally be able to meet you in person,” I reply. Jake smiles and directs me toward the living room. I remove my jacket, revealing my tight black muscle shirt and latex pants.

Jake’s eyes widen, and he lets out a low groan. “Damn, you’re fucking hot,” he says, running his hands along my chest. His hand then slides down my chest and over my crotch. “And you’re hard.”

“I am,” I whisper. “You make me feel so horny.”

We sit down on the couch, and Jake pours us some drinks. “So, tell me more about yourself,” he says. “What kind of stuff do you like doing?”

“Well, I love wearing leather and latex,” I say. “And I love playing different characters. Sometimes I dress up as a superhero, sometimes as a villain. It really depends on my mood.”

“That’s cool,” Jake says. “Me too. I love wearing my costumes, especially when I’m out with friends. It helps me let loose and have fun.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” I say. “Sometimes it’s hard to be yourself when you’re around other people, but when you’re in your costume, you can let go and be whoever you want to be.”

“Exactly,” Jake says, smiling. “It’s like a whole new world opens up when you put on a costume.”

Jake leans closer, his eyes locked on mine. “And sometimes, they bring us closer to our true selves than we ever thought possible. Maybe because we feel safe behind the mask, we can express our true feelings.”

The air between us charges with an unspoken understanding. I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “Have you ever felt that way? Like you’ve discovered something real about yourself through a character?”

Jake nods slowly, his gaze intensifying. “More often than you might think. Sometimes, it’s only when I'm someone else that I can express what I really feel... what I really want.”

I watch as he removes his towel, revealing his hard cock. I gasp in pleasure as he strokes himself slowly, looking straight into my eyes. The moment hangs heavy between us, laden with unvoiced desires.

Then, impulsively, Jake closes the distance, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss that feels like the culmination of our shared revelations. Our tongues dance together, exploring each other's mouths, as I moan softly and my fingers thread through Jake's soft hair.

Jake breaks away from our fervent kiss, leaving me breathless and longing for more. With a sultry grin, he stands up and begins to undress me, one piece at a time.

My excitement grows as he pulls my tight latex shirt over my head, exposing my toned chest and chiseled abs. He trails his fingers down my torso, sending delicious tingles through my entire body.

As Jake continues to undress me, his touch becomes increasingly intimate and sensual. He caresses my skin, grazing his fingertips along my shoulders, arms, and sides. I lean into his touch, letting the warmth of his hands linger on my skin.

Finally, Jake reaches my pants and skillfully slips them down my legs, revealing my matching black briefs. He pauses for a moment, admiring the sight of me in my underwear, before slowly removing them as well. Standing before him completely naked, I feel exposed yet empowered by his admiration.

Jake's eyes sparkle with lust as he looks me up and down. "You're beautiful," he whispers, his voice thick with desire.

My heart races as he bends down to press his lips against my chest, trailing kisses down to my abdomen. His hands explore my body, massaging my muscles and stroking my skin. I close my eyes, surrendering to the waves of pleasure that wash over me.

Just as I start to drift into blissful oblivion, Jake abruptly stops. I open my eyes to find him looking intently into my eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.

"What's wrong?" I ask, confused by the sudden pause.

"Come with me," he murmurs. "I have something I want to show you. It’s my private collection."

He then gestured to a door at the end of the hall. My heart pounded in my chest as I followed him into the room.

Entering, I gasped in surprise at the sight. Scattered all over the room were several realistic bodysuits, each one more impressive than the last.

While pretending to be amazed, I wondered if Jake realized I was wearing a fake body.

Jake grinned. "My job has its perks," he explained. "I'm a beta tester for 'Heddon', so I get access to their entire collection."

"This is amazing," I remarked, feigning ignorance. My hands ran over one of the suits. "What are these things and how do they work?"

"Don't pretend you don't know," Jake chuckled. "You may think you're fooling me, but you aren't."

He was right. Staring at him in disbelief, I asked, "What?... what do you mean?"

"It's not a secret," Jake replied. "These suits have a distinct smell, and I've gotten used to it. I know when someone is wearing one."

I sighed, knowing I couldn't deny it any longer. "Okay, fine," I admitted. "You caught me. But please, don't tell anyone else. This is just between us."

"Of course," Jake nodded. "I understand."

He reached out and touched the side of my fake face. "I don't care who you are or what you're doing. I like the idea of someone else being able to take on a new identity for a while."

"Thank you," I said, smiling. "But seriously, why are you showing me all of these suits?"

Jake shrugged. "Since you're wearing one, I thought of wearing one as well," he suggested. "Maybe we can have a little role-play fun."

He then picked up a bodysuit that resembled a tanned male model with long hair. "Do you think this fits the bill?" he asked, holding it up.

I smirked and touched the bodysuit Jake had chosen. "Let's find out, shall we?"

[ppssession]

Cosplaying as a cosplayer

Kuro, a 49-year-old man, as a company employee and an old uncle, he really dislikes his life in Japan. Although it is a country with order and is worth visiting, for an old man like him who is almost 50 years old, this place is very boring.

For him, his whole life was very dull. Even though he lived near the touristy Shibuya and it didn't take long to get there, he didn't feel very good because he didn't have the time or energy to go after working all week.

One day, while he was walking boredly in a park, he came across a mysterious man who came up to him.

Mysterious Man: Hey, hello, friend. You look bored.

Kuro: Ah, that's right… (Kuro tries to walk away from his big-ass attitude)

Mysterious Man: Don't be afraid, I can feel it. Are you bored with your life now? I can help you change your life.

Kuro made an annoyed face: I don't care what you propose, whether it's an investment or a stupid contract or something.

Mysterious man holds Kuro back: Yes, I want to make a small contract with you, but it's definitely not an investment.

The mysterious man took out a zipper from his pocket. This is a special zipper that can help you change yourself. Just attach it to the body of the person you want and you can become like him.

Kuro made a face of disbelief: This is crazy. Do you think I would believe a stranger whose name I don't even know?

Mysterious Man Smiles: Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Henka. I just happen to be running a shop selling equipment for transforming yourself.

Henka: It won't hurt if you take this zipper and try it. It doesn't seem to be dangerous.

Kuro took the zipper with a suspicious look on his face before walking away.

When he got home, Kuro looked at the zipper he received and it was just an ordinary zipper.

Just then, his phone rang with a notification that the message was from Henka.

Henka: Hey, I think I found a figure you might like. Then he sent me a picture of a foreign guy.

Kuro: How did you know my contact information!!!

Henka: It doesn't matter. I'll tell you how to use the zipper.

Henka: You just zip the person's head and then just step in. Easy, right? Oh yeah, when you go in, don't forget to take off your clothes. It'll be more comfortable.

Kuro: That's crazy. I don't believe you.

Henka: Come on, it won't hurt to try. The picture of the guy I sent is called Arm. He's visiting Japan. Tomorrow, he's going to Shibuya. I think that's a good opportunity, right?

Kuro was gradually persuaded and decided to do what Henka told him to do. The next day, Kuro was in Shibuya. He tried to look for the young man in the picture as Henka told him to do but he couldn't find him.

Kuro sends a message to Henka: You lied to me. I didn't find Arm like you said.

HENGKA: Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. Arm is cosplaying as Gojo Satoru from the anime Jujutsu Kaisen. Do you know him? If you don't know him, just find a guy with a white wig.

Kuro walked around for a while and saw a young man walking around in a cosplay outfit. That must be Arm.

Kuro was a little shocked. His aura looked more muscular than Henka's, making him look very good. Kuro secretly followed Arm for a while, then Arm went to the public restroom. He followed Arm for a while, after Arm finished his business, Kuro locked the restroom door.

While Arm was washing his hands after finishing his business, Kuro took the opportunity to zip Arm's head. As Arm was about to turn around to fight back, the zipper was pulled down. Arm's body knelt down. His back was torn open to allow a person to fit inside. His eyes were empty as if he had no soul.

Kuro saw this and hesitated for a moment, but suddenly a notification sounded on his phone. It was a message from Hega: Don't hesitate, start your new life.

Kuro didn't hesitate, he took off all his clothes. Once he was naked, he slowly stepped into Arm's body. The feeling when one leg went in was both slippery, soft, hard, and warm.

As Kuro's body entered Arm's body further, Kuro's penis, which was pushed in as if it was inserting into Arm's hole, caused Arm's penis to gradually become hard as well.

As Kuro's body sank into the gap in the middle of Arm's back, the zipper slowly closed until the middle zipper fell off Arm's head. Arm's body moved slowly, his eyes coming back to life. Kuro had entered Arm's body.

Kuro slowly explored Arm's body with his hands, starting from his large breasts and his erect penis in his pants.

But suddenly Arm's phone rings. It's a text message from Arm's friend asking where he's gone. Kuro panics when he sees the unfamiliar language. Suddenly, the door that should be locked opens. Kuro is shocked.

Luckily, the person who came in was Henka. Kuro asked in shock, “You… Henka, how did you know I was here?”

Henka showed a satisfied expression when she saw Kuro in his new state: It's just a simple magic item I made. You must be nervous when you see an unfamiliar language, don't worry, I can help you.

Henka took out a white pill and ate it. It will allow you to gain all of Arm's memories and abilities. Without hesitation, Kuro took the pill and swallowed it immediately. "Why didn't it work?"

Henka: Because you're in too much of a hurry, I haven't finished speaking. This medicine will work with the body fluids of the person who needs the memory in the right amount. Normally, when I experiment, I use blood, but in this situation, blood is not very suitable.

Henka's face showed an evil expression: But there's one more thing that can be used. *Henka's hand suddenly touched Arm's bulging crotch. The thing can be used as a substitute.

Henk unzipped Arm's pants and released his large cock. He expertly stroked and ground Arm's cock with one hand while the other played with Arm's nipples.

Kuro knew that Arm's body was reacting very strongly, the increased emotion made him moan uncontrollably.

Soon, with Henka's expert worship, the large cock released a large amount of warm semen. He used his hand to receive it before bringing it to Kuro's face.

Kuro had a hesitant expression on his face. Without waiting for Henka, he used his hand that was playing with Arm's nipples to pull Arm's mouth open and forced him to swallow the semen.

As the semen flowed down his throat, Arm's memories slowly entered Kuro's mind. His tongue moved to lick Henka's fingers to take everything in Henka's hand. Hen showed a very satisfied expression. He pulled his hand back. Arm's body knelt down before Henka walked away. He left a message, "Have fun acting as a cosplay boy."

Kuro slowly regained his senses after regaining all of Arm's memories. He put his cock back into his pants and it quickly became hard just by touching it. It seemed like Arm's cock was getting horny very quickly. "I'm Arm now," Kuro said before walking out of the bathroom.

He walked to meet Arm's friends. Even though they were suspicious of Arm's disappearance for so long, but because Arm had to do some heavy business, there was nothing left. From his memory, Arm had to record a dance clip and post it on TikTok. Even though it wasn't too difficult because Kuro had already received Arm's memories and abilities, but because his erect penis in his pants moved back and forth while he danced, the head of it touched the material of his underwear, making him not very focused.

As soon as he finished recording the clip, they sat down to eat and drink while Kuro was playing with his phone. He received a message from Henka, “Hey Kuro, I hope you enjoy your new body. That’s a zipper that will turn the trapped person’s body into a bodysuit. You can pay for the goods using this account number.” Kuro soon transferred the money along with a message, “Here’s the price for your goods. Thank you for your new life as a cosplayer, and don’t forget, if you have any new goods, you can tell me. And don’t forget, I’m Arm now, not Kuro, haha.”

Haha, after sending the message, the new guy smiled and sipped his liquor, thinking that he should go back to his room soon so that he could have fun with his hard cock in his pants.

I hope you like it. It took me longer than I thought to write this. The Henka characters seem to have some connection to the store you probably know what it is lol. I hope you like it. Bye.

[semischarmed]

River

River was a walking enigma. 

Instagram, TikTok, Facebook- hell, I even tried looking for a yearbook. Nothing. I had nothing on the guy. Like an illusion, he merely appeared, did his work diligently and then promptly vanished. In fact, his most common phrase around the office was a “Sorry, I can’t- busy.” His distance seemed to put some people off. That only made me want him more.

When Chelsea threw a quitting party, he dropped in, chatted for a few minutes and then left without saying goodbye- except to Chelsea. He wasn’t rude by any means. I’ve only ever seen the guy be polite. I personally found it quite hot. His mysteriousness brought an allure about him.

During another quitting party- a dinner for Mark this time, I tried to make conversation, asking him why he was named River. I actually asked the question in a few roundabout ways. Most I ever got was a “just what my parents named me- they thought I’d have brown hair”. I tried to pry for his hobbies, asked what he did for fun and he only responded with a “I watch baseball, go to the gym, watch TV. I guess”, before asking me about mine. The conversation was cordial, and probably a little boring, but I was captivated. This had been the closest I ever sat next to him. 

My breathing quickened, ever so slightly, as I watched his shirt struggle to contain the form within. I traced the vascularity in his hands, the craftsmanship in the sculpt of his neck, the fabric of his shirt stretching taut when he would reach to grab a napkin. There was a full plate of food in front of me but I was only salivating at one thing.

The conditions were not ideal- but what choice did I have? The guy was like a ghost. I laughed a bit at the irony. I sat right across, trying to filter the scents and the sounds of food and camaraderie to focus on him. This would take all my brain power. I steadied my breathing and sharpened my focus, as I continued to answer and ask mundane questions about some work projects we both had. I started my work, mimicking every microexpression, every slight movement. I tailored every word from my mouth- even my delivery to slowly match his. This had to be subtle, of course- I’ve found out the hard way in the past how creepy this process could look in public if done too quickly. 

River’s eyes blinked slower, like a haze was forming in his mind. I followed suit, weaving my slight impersonation in and out of our conversation. Like a pulse, I felt our movements begin to sync. Almost there. Now came the tough part, slowly drawing him out and isolating him without lo-

“C’mon, let’s all get shots- uh… River you ok bro?” Mark asked.

He shook off his daze, surprised at himself before laughing off the weirdness. 

I was pissed the rest of the night, forcing myself to hide the permanent glare I would have worn for Mark. 

As the night drew on, River left early- of course, and I continued on, staying a bit longer to wish Mark well in one final toast for the night. 

That would be the last time in a while I’d be so close to him. The following drought was unbearable. For the next few months, no one quit. No big holidays were coming up, and our office wasn’t much for parties. Instead, I had to satiate myself with glances and the occasional short conversation.

= = = = 

“Does that work for you two?” My boss asked. I nodded readily, eyeing River’s response. Another nod.

Fuck. I practically jumped when the boss said those words. A presentation. A presentation with River. A chance.

I think I deserved an Oscar for my acting in the few weeks after we were both tasked with the presentation. A wrong font here, corrupted save there, a missed chart. I “worked” tirelessly on the presentation with River, making sure to leave enough mistakes and gaps to drag the process out. 

The guy was too polite, and I knew I had to use that against him. I ran the clock, watching the days progress into weeks and his brow furrow as stress deepened. Of course, I had to play my part, acting innocent at every step. A quick “sorry” for every mistake I planted was enough to ease suspicion. I even faked a confession about roommate drama causing my decline in performance. I thanked how private he was in that moment- I lived alone. Ever the hero, River was quick to take on the responsibility- even covering for me on few occasions. I knew I had to get inside this man.

Then came the day before the big presentation.

“I- uh… okay. Maybe we can finish this at my apartment,” He stated, clearly uncomfortable. I held back a moan.

= = = =

“You can set your stuff down there”.

It was a bit boring compared to what I expected. He was definitely put together at work, so it was a bit surprising to see some mess littering his apartment. 

A few posters dotted the walls. Some basketball guy, I guess. An action movie. A generic college banner. His furniture boxy and grey, and the carpets running through the floors were in need of cleaning. Perhaps unsurprisingly, his kitchen was pristine, practically sparkling, aside from a small collection of protein powders and supplements. 

“Uh.. sorry I don’t really have any snacks.”

He sheepishly opened the near-empty fridge and offered me a choice in drink. Some kind of pre-workout beverage and water. I took the water. 

“Okay, I need to head to the gym for a bit. You still have a few slides you wanted to add, right?” A Hoodie-wearing, duffel-toting River asked. I nodded, trying not to look too eager and straining to keep my eyes from staring at his well-defined legs. 

And then, there I was. Alone in River’s apartment. Alone with River’s apartment. I ran to his dirty laundry pile. 

“Mmmphhhh” My eyes rolled back as I took the deepest inhale of my life. These were River’s boxer briefs. The same ones he had just worn. Doused in the scent of a day’s work. It was damp- guess River was a sweaty guy, though the long walk and couple flights of stairs to get to his apartment may have also been culprit. I was paralyzed in bliss, as I took in every note of his natural musk. 

It reverberated deep in my chest as I continued to circulate every ounce of River I could inside me. The underwear was practically glued to my nose and mouth before I finally relented and drew them away, gasping for air. Exquisite. 

My dick jumped at the sight of a single strand of his pubic hair, like flickering flame. A perverse smile planted itself on my face as I gingerly pulled my clothes off. I shivered as the cold, damp fabric that had just touched his bare flesh was now touching mine. I felt his hair on my flesh, now caked in his sweat. The elastic snapped around my waist as I released, a bit tight. My breaths fell shallow, ragged as I sat there basking in his cold embrace.

Next came the tank top. I mentally hit myself for not putting it on first, as it was a significantly less erotic experience. Still, as I slipped my arms through the holes that his once filled, my dick couldn’t help but twitch in approval. 

I ran to his bed, gripped his sheets, and stifled another moan with his pillow. This man had, until today, been a full on mystery to me. And now, here I was- deep in the recesses of his apartment, nestled in the indent on his bed, buried in fabric stained with traces his scent and natural grime. I was drowning in the all aspects of his daily life. It was an intimacy with River previously unheard of and practically a miracle I hadn’t cummed yet. 

The next few moments were sluggish, mind hazy and drunk in pleasure, as I wore my jacket and pants over the River clothes I had already had on me. I mentally thanked myself for wearing tighter clothing earlier today, as I felt them compress River’s undergarments tighter on my flesh. I walked back, sitting on the dining table and pretending to work.

A few minutes later, the door clicked open and a panting River waved. He no longer had a hoodie on and left nothing to imagination. I eyed the feast before me.

I fucking knew it. This kid was ripped. 

I salivated as my eyes followed every contour of the body that would soon be mine. His flesh was flush and glistening with sweat.

“M-must have been some workout,” I mumbled. I couldn’t stop myself from staring.

“Yeah, fucking kicked my ass today,” River said with a short laugh. My dick twitched. River never swore, never gave off a jockish vibe at work, but here he was, beaten tired and unable to contain his natural state behind a facade of politeness. 

My lip quivered when his post-workout scent wafted into my nose. It was divine. True to his name, River had an earthy, deep musk about him. A delayed, almost sour afternote followed, the kind that clings to the nose. It riled me up, knowing this offensive, raw blast of testosterone had been working next to me for the past two years, hidden by layers of work clothes and pleasantries. River was cleaned, masked and sanitized for corporate America. And now I had a private showing to it. I was feral. I wanted-no, needed to be piloting this hunk for myself.

My trance was broken when River dropped to his couch, laughing slightly. This wasn’t his normal laugh- it dropped all pretense and I recoiled out of reflex, thinking back to that same laugh that emanated from the football jocks back in high school. 

A lazy pair of eyes drifted up to meet me. “Sorry bro, just new a few minutes.”

I gulped. This was my chance. No need for precision, no need for focus. River was vulnerable. In any other circumstance, I’d be syncing to his movements, slowly, imperceptibly altering his as he would start following mine. Then I could pull him into my trance, lead him to a safe area as I continued the process. This was different. River served himself up on a platter for me, beaten to near immobility by his workout. No way was I gonna miss this. I stripped quickly, abandoning my original plan.

Without a word, I walked closer to him, grabbing his wrists. 

“W-what are you”. In that instant, i jumped on top of him, allowing my body to follow the contours of his.

He grunted in defiance while I began to grind in pleasure. “Ughhh! Fuck bro. I can’t! I can’t wait. I can’t wait to be River!” 

The process was quick- his drenched, energy drained flesh practically grabbed at mine, drawn by my own energy into itself. It was osmosis. I moaned as I saw the process start, and River’ meaty form encapsulate my own. His arms and legs splayed as he screamed at the intrusion. “What the fuck are you-“ He grunted in pain as he felt our two forms begin to meld. I laughed a perverted laugh, eyeing how deep I was inside him. His lack of energy had been his downfall.

I licked the inside of his head, feeling him shiver and whimper at the intrusion. I whispered venomously. “What am I doing?” I thrusted myself deeper into his muscled form, “I’m becoming River. I’m gonna wear you like a fine red suit.” I felt my facial muscles match his and pulled him into a smile he did not intend to make. “You boring prude. This body was built for sex. You’re starving this poor thing. I bet it’s backed up.” I whined in half-whispers. “Let me take you for a ride.” River moaned in horror, kicking his legs into the sofa in discomfort as his muscled back began to close over me. Possessing the ginger felt like a warm, dank hug. “You feel that?” I teased, this time his voice mimicking mine. He could no longer respond as it had become my mouthpiece. Instead, his head repeatedly slammed the sofa in resistance, forced to wear a smile that was not his own. 

I laughed, feeling our combined chest heave in deep pleasure as I jammed my fingers deep into each bicep. I drilled into each arm, relishing in feeling his muscle fibers slip past me. Power. He shook as he tried in vain to resist my fingers filling into his. Putting on those vascular hands like well-fitted gloves. “Fuck yeah bro… that’s the stuff. Dominate me. Command me. Control my every move. My nerves are itching for their owner. Put this ginger meatsuit on…” I mock in his voice. Tears welled in my eyes, as I felt him continue to slam our slowly merging head into the sofa. I purse our lips before moaning further. “Wear my clothes…” My legs wove into his, twisting and binding into one. “Wear my personality…” the bottom half of our merged face laughs, while my new eyes blink away angered tears. I felt his memories begin to flow and surround mine. His rage and desperation flowed through me. The slamming slowed, coming to a complete halt as a reborn River’s eyes blinked into a lewd, sinful glee. “Wear my life.”

I stood up, piloting my new body towards the mirror. “You’re still in there, aren’t you?” River’s outward defiance no longer showed over his perfect flesh but his mind was a raging storm. “Good.” His body lit in searing pain, sore muscle tendon and fiber forced to flex. I felt the storm calm as he was stunned. I myself winced slightly before my arousal imprinted itself through River’s face. This was my pain now. I could feel every fiber of his musculature tearing and repairing themselves. Building back stronger with the pre-workout mix he had drunken earlier. Building back with me embedded deep inside. Our leg wobbled in pain, before I slapped it back into submission, forcing it to flex. “Fuck yeah, that’s the stuff.”

I roared and patted my new chest and abs. “YEEAAAH!” Just one last piece of me was left. An intentional dessert I had left not internally bonded with River. 

I let his normally stoic face relay the erotic pleasure I felt in wearing this flesh. I then pulled a “serious” face, bringing pained biceps into a flex. “We gotta live up to our name bro… gotta let the river flow”. A greedy tongue licked the dripping sweat hanging off ginger hairs of his armpit. I wanted to savor this. The tangy, salty nectar lingered in our shared tongue before I began to make out with my new reflection. With a grunt, I slammed River’s pelvis into the mirror, groaning as my growing hard-on began to fill into his dick. At first contact, I felt our senses mingle and the cold metal of the mirror. I grunted, trying to reign in the lust. With our linked sensitivity, I could feel my original body’s dick worming itself into my soon to be River-flavored cock. I thrusted my rod up, relishing in the soothing bare metal beneath the perverse cock and cock sleeve combination.

I grabbed at my new rod with one hand, while the other greedily dragged across my new body, feeling every new muscle and crevice and damp piece of the hunk. River thrashed inside me, disgusted at feeling his own flesh violate itself. At watching this new carnal entity that wore his face and name.

“S-someone’s gonna find out. Someone will fix this” He threatened in my mind. 

“No bro… you’re the perfect host. No one at work knows a thing about you”. I cooed in his voice. “When we quit, when I take this thick ginger cock for a joy ride-“ tug “No one…” tug “No one will know.” I groaned as the last of his dick bonded to mine. We were complete. “I’m River now!” I shouted before devolving into whimpers of pleasure as I felt River’s warm seed stream out of me. 

River’s softening, sore wood was forced back into full mast as I eyed the full extent of my- now his- depravity. Not wanting to waste a drop, I smeared my new lotion onto my new flesh, caking in layers of his drying sweat with layers of drying semen. I could only hear gagging in my mind as River was forced to taste his own produce. It’s my body now anyways, why shouldn’t it reek of sex and his natural musk?

[bigboysfalldeep]

Time for a change - Male Body Suit

My life was kind of boring.

Working 9 to 5 every single day of the week, while being exhausted and restless on the weekends. I had basically no time for myself, and all I could think of was how much I needed a fresh start in life.

I talked to a friend online, and he told me about the body-suit serum. It would turn anyone into a body-suit, to take over their life.

He assured me it would work perfectly, and I had nothing to lose.

A few days later, I received the kit, including the serum, a few syringes and some sort of inhaler.

He said there are three steps to obtain the body suit.

1st: the injection, it will flatten the subject and create the suit.

2nd: the fitting, putting on the suit like a usual neoprene suit.

3rd: the inhaler, once you inhale the spray, the suit will be complete.

It seemed way to complicated to be false.

But there was still one question left; who did I want to be?

i was lazily skipping through TV channels when I ended up hooked to a football game.

That's when I saw him, Enzo Fernandez.

He was everything I desired in a man; a body of a god, so much money and most importantly, the exciting life of an athlete. I loved latinos so much, and was envious of his effortless beauty.

Every fiber of my body ached to be him, and I spent every waking moment fantasizing about it.

It took me two months to come up with decent plan.

I saved all the money I could, quit my job right before traveling to argentina.

One night, during an official friendly match between argentina and france, I disguised myself as a random worker, no body asked any questions even though I could barely communicate with anyone.

I watched the whole match, my mouth watering anytime I saw Enzo, my future body.

I felt my dick press against my jeans, my mind was in a haze, all I could think of was becoming him.

But I needed to focus, and not let this desire overwhelm me.

I stood inside the tunnel, as the argentina players walked passed me. One by one, wearing their sweat-soaked jerseys, shorts, socks and boots. They were so hot. But I waited for the special one.

I didn't know what I did to be that lucky, but Enzo was one of the last players to show up.

I swallowed hard, feeling the syringe in the palm of my hands, hidden inside my jacket.

"E-e-enzo," I stuttered, my throat tightening quickly.

He turned his head, raising an eyebrow, when he noticed I was holding a picture of him in my other hand.

"Quieres un autógrafo?" He smiled, pointing toward the picture.

I nodded, as he came closer. Quickly, I looked to the left, then to the right, no one in sight.

I was standing there for a reason, a blind spot, no cameras, and very close to a utility room, basically just behind me.

Enzo looked down, and before he knew what was happening, I injected him with the serum.

My heart pounded so hard in my chest, my muscles were trembling. If it didn't work, I would just get sued and end up in prison.

He let out a soft whimper, his eyes rolled back as he slumbed forward into my awaiting arms.

My body was moving on his own; I steadied him and pulled him into the utility room, locking it behind me. There was barely enough room for two people, let alone one unconscious footballer and a nervous mess.

I sat down and held him in my arms. His breathing was shallow, steady, as I ran a hand down his chest, feeling his firm muscles beneath the damp jersey.

It felt so good. Heat was radiating through the shirt, his muscles reacted to my touch and his scent, the musky, earthy smell of a man running around for 90 minutes, drenched in sweat and exhaustion filled the air.

His face was serene, yet his eyes were unfocused, his lips parted slightly, with him sighing contentedly from time to time.

I kept stroking him, running my fingers across his chest, his arms, and even lower, feeling his member through his tight shorts. Damn he was big.

My breath hitched in my throat as I felt him firmly.

That’s when the second stage of the process kicked in.

His body deflated, more and more until his tight clothes slipped from his skin. It looked weird, but the serum really was working.

It took me a second to take the next necessary step: putting him on.

It felt like a neoprene suit, like a diving suit, and I didn't hesitate any longer.

I put him on, his skin was tight, damp, yet a thrill coursed through me.

It was an ill fitting suit, tight suit, so tight, firm and uncomfortable.

I was shaking when I grabbed the inhaler, and at the count of three, I took a deep breath.

It left a sour taste in my mouth, my throat, but the effect was immediate.

My mind spun, my body quaked and I was barely able to steady myself against the wall.

Subconciously, I felt my chest, the skin tightened around my muscles, all of me was moving smoothly. Still, my insides were burning, my vision blurry and I let out a low groan.

Then, it all stopped.

It took me a moment to catch my breath, and my eyes fluttered.

I ran a hand across my skin, and I felt my muscles tense under my touch. I looked down, and was surprised.

I had abs, a toned chest, thighs and a huge throbbing cock.

"What the fuck happened?" I moaned, but it wasn't my voice- it was Enzo's.

In a hurry, I looked for my phone, unlocked it and turned on the camera. There I was, the beautiful Enzo Fernandez.

"Damn, it actually worked," I growled, running a hand through my damp, messy hair before I caressed my cheek and ran two fingers along my jawline. "Fuck."

His beautiful eyes, still slightly glazed over, looked back at me.

"Is this really me?" I said, and again, hearing his beautiful voice.

I instinctevly grew hard, and grabbed myself firmly, trying to prevent me from nutting right there, barely holding it in.

I closed my eyes, this had to be a dream, and I pinched myself. When I opened my eyes, I looked down and saw the toned body I had now.

Unable to process it fully, I ran a hand across my chest, along my arms, my thighs and back to my cock.

This was me, the new me.

I took several deep breaths, inahling something else; my new, musky scent. I lifted my arm, and buried my nose in my armpit, taking a deep sniff.

"Oh my god," I exhaled, the scent intoxicating my mind. "Fucking good."

I was unable to stop myself from leaking now, as I took another sniff.

My eyes rolled back quickly as I let out a rough, husky grunt.

That’s when I heard voices outside the room, people were looking for Enzo- for me.

I rummaged through the discarded pile of clothes on the ground, and put on the damp jersey, shorts, socks and lastly, the boots.

The jersey's sticky, damp fabric clung to my skin, and it made my breath hitch again. I could see my taut muscles through the wet fabric, nothing left to the imagination.

The shorts were even tighter, accentuating my big thighs, and the bulge at the front.

My hands brushed over it, and I pressed my palm against my length, eliciting another low moan from my throat. Then I felt my thick ass through the shorts.

"So tight," I growled, licking my lips.

I pulled up the socks to my knees, and put on the boots. So, so good.

I leaned against the wall, relishing in that moment, taking so many deep breaths.

The smell got even more intense, but I had to focus for now.

I pushed my old clothes aside and stepped outside. This body was strong, all the muscles moved just the way I wanted. I ran a hand through my tousled hair and across my firm chest, when some guy spotted me.

"Enzo, ahí estás." He said, approaching me with a shy smile.

At first I didn't know how to react, my spanish sucked, but some how, I had no issue understanding him like it was english.

"We were looking for you!" He said, placing a hand on my shoulder, leading me toward the locker room.

"Sorry, got hold up by a fan." I smiled, but hearing my new voice made me so heart, and I felt my cock straining my shorts. There was no hiding my erection, but nobody seemed to care much.

"Okay, okay." The guy waved it off, "The other's are already in the showers. We need to be in the bus in 20 minutes. Can you handle that?"

He looked at me, and I nodded.

"Sure, no problem." I said, confused when I learned to speak perfect spanish, but I didn't care.

We were right in front of the locker room, and I heard the other players snickering inside.

i opened the door and stepped inside, hit by the smell of a dozen, sweaty men.

I held back a low moan, as I felt myself leaking again. This was simply overwhelming. A few others were getting changed, and they spotted me, patting me on my shoulder, my tummy and my ass. Damn that felt good.

I now stood in front of the mirror, and looked at my reflection. Damn, I was hot.

I ran fingers along my arms, feeling my biceps flex firmly. Those beautiful tattoos, those firm muscles, felt so good.

The soccer gear fitted my body perfectly. The fabric, even damp with my own sweat, flowed along my firm muscles, accentuating my athletic frame.

My shorts were tight, yet extremely comfortable. The enormous bulge inside them was undeniable, and looked so good.

I lfited my arms, flexing at myself, and subtly, I took another deep sniff of my armpit.

The soaked jersey intensified my own scent, and I bit ny lip, trying to hold back several quiet moans.

Instead, a low growl escaped my lips, rumbling deep within my throat.

"So good," I said, stroking my chest, my tummy and even lower, feeling my tenting dick.

Another guy approached me, Julian was his name. He was in his boxers, showing off his beautiful body, and I couldn't help myself but drink in the sight of him.

"Good job out there," he giggled, patting my ass through my shorts.

"It was so good." I licked my lips at the sight of this beautiful man, taking in his scent as well.

His eyes roamed over my upper body, and he noticed my nipples piercing through the damp jersey.

"Don't look at yourself to much, cabrón." He teased, pinching my sensitive nipples. "The Coach will be pissed, when you are late, again."

I raised an eyebrow.

"He should be lucky we play for him, that fool." I smirked, and he mirrored me instantly.

"Ecaxtly, but still, don't be late." He tilted his head playfully and I nudged him with my elbow.

"Okay, bro."

Julian stepped into the showers and I took another, long look at my reflection.

I ran a hand down my chest, feeling the warmth of my body through the jersey.

My hand landed on my twitching cock, and I fondled me for a few moments. This felt so good; the clothes clinging to my skin, the scent of myself, and all the others mingling in the air and the excitement of wearing this professional athletes skin.

I took my clothes off, inhaling the scent of my jersey, before stepping into the showers as well.

Amidst the sound of my squadmates snickering, laughing and speaking to one another, I enjoyed all of it.

The feeling of my new body, the firm muscles, the smooth skin, the sound of my own muffled moans- fucking good.

This was the first time I came inside this new body. No one noticed, and what if they did? I didn't care.

Again and again, I shot a load into the shower, getting lost in the moment.

That was a fantastic start.

From that day on, I was Enzo Fernandez.

I went to training, got used to it all pretty quickly, and adjusted to this excititing life.

I wore his shorts every day at home, and used any given opportunity to jerk off. This body was a fine-tuned machine. And even though it took work to maintain it, it was way better than my old life.

[21wanderer]

Night at the Museum

Perhaps there had been signs he had overlooked, maybe there had been plenty of clues that something was going to happen at the museum, that someone had made plans and preparations, and it was culminating tonight.

The museum had amongst its collections, a collection of movie memorabilia, one of the memorabilia being a set of costumes of Batman and Robin from the movie of the same name from 1997 with George Clooney and Chris O'Donnell in the respective roles. A movie of questionable quality certainly, but iconic in its own way.

The suits were by no means unique, as there were made multiple of them during the taping of the movie, but now a set was on display here along side other superhero and movie pieces. As the night watch, he was responsible for keeping an eye on all these artefacts, which usually wasn’t particularly eventful, he might do some cleaning and some fixes around the museum, but otherwise, there wasn’t much to do. Not that he complained, he loved history and could enjoy the exhibits by himself. He did have a particular good eye for the Batman and Robin costumes, but apparently he wasn’t the only one.

An uneventful night became very eventful, when he entered the movie memorabilia collection, he had heard voices and went to investigate. Half of the security cameras weren’t working, which probably was a sign, that something bad was going to happen, but he still went to check. As soon as he entered the room, he was assaulted and overpowered by two masked men. They pressed him firmly against the wall, whilst stuffing a gag into his mouth, they then forced him down on a chair, and tied him to it with rope from their duffle bag. They didn’t seemed fazed by the night watch, quite the contrary, they seemed even more excited, as if they had wanted someone to witness this… And the night watch, whilst fearful and shocked, felt something stir inside him.

These two burglars were a mystery, they didn’t seem like your typical burglar, there were something strange about their approach and their goal, that the night watch would soon come to realize. He saw them approach the Batman display, whispering excitedly to one another, not even caring that he was sitting here watching everything. Had his mouth not been gagged, his jaw would have dropped, as he saw the two men do, what he had always dreamt of doing; touching the suits.

The burglars began to undress the two mannequins, the night watch trying to figure out exactly what they were doing and why. He could feel his stomach twisting and turning as he looked in fear, but also longing as the superhero costumes were disassembled and discarded on the floor.

They had undressed the two mannequins of Batman and Robin and thrown all the neoprene and leather on the floor. The night watch was baffled, if they wanted to steal the suits, why haven’t they just stuffed them in their duffle bag and ran? Was there more they wanted?

From their duffle bag one of the masked figure pulled out a utility knife. A chill ran down the night watch’s spine. What were they planning? He stared entranced and fearful, his conflicting emotions made it difficult for him to think straight. He was starting to remember the potential danger he was in, he stared at it with his heart in his throat, fearing that this could turn ugly pretty quickly.

But to his surprise and bewilderment, they did something else. With the blade of the knife one of the masked men began cutting off the head of the naked Robin mannequin, he then handed it to his accomplice, who took the head and turned his back on the night watch.

With his free hand the burglar pulled off his balaclava and dropped it on the floor. The night watch could only see the back of his head, but he appeared to be young and skinny with a buzz cut haircut.

To the night watch’s big surprise the young man plunged his head into the hollowed out Robin-head, pushing and pulling the silicone into place. The night watch wouldn’t have believed it was possible, but he could not take his eyes of it. After what seemed like an eternity the new ’Robin’ turned around a flashed a smile. It was unbelievable, it was so realistic. It was like the young Chris O’Donnell stood in the room, the night watch was in awe, he now knew exactly what the burglars wanted, and he felt aroused, he felt insatiable, as terrified as he was, he wanted to see it all.

The still masked burglar nodded in approval, having dropped the headless Robin silicone mannequin on the floor, he then went over to the naked ’Batman’.

And just like before, he cut off the head, turned his back on the night watch, pulled off his mask and plunged his head into the hollowed Batman’s.

Once the other burglar was satisfied with his new face, he turned towards his accomplice, who placed his hand on the George Clooney-impersonator’s face, before leaning in and kissing him.

Despite the potential danger he was in, the night watch eagerly awaited, what he assumed the burglars would do next. He wasn’t sure they would actually do it, but they didn’t disappoint him. They stripped themselves of their black onesies, and ran the utility knife down the spines of both of the mannequins, creating large enough gaps for them to enter.

Slowly, but steadily they both began to force their way inside the hollow mannequins. The night watch felt like his nether regions were about to explode at the sight. The two men were transforming into movie stars as their scrawny bodies disappeared into the silicone, replacing them with the perfectly sculpted physiques of Batman and Robin.

There was something completely breathtaking about their actions. The night watch could only dream of what it would be like to slip into a silicone body like that, instantly gaining flawless skin, a handsome face and some quick and easy muscle mass. He wanted nothing more, than to be like those two right now.

Once they were both inside they began a process of self-gratification, rubbing their hands all over their new smooth and toned bodies. The night watch was in awe at the sight. It was flawless. The two impersonators were clearly as aroused as him as they embraced each other, kissing each other deeply and passionately with their erections pressing against each other.

Having lost any sense of time, their make-out could have lasted hours as they caressed their new ’naked’ bodies, clearly beyond satisfied with their result. But they weren’t quite done yet, there was still a final trick in their bag.

They began rubbing some sort of paste on each other’s backs and around their necks. It dawned on the night watch what they were doing… They were sealing themselves inside. He would have thought that it would have been unbearably warm inside those silicone bodies, but apparently it wasn’t the case. They were going all in, no turning back, they wanted to stay as Clooney and O'Donnell forever.

The night watch couldn’t bear it anymore, he was so full of longing and desire and without knowing it and despite the gag, he let out a deep and audible moan.

For the first time for what seemed like hours, the impersonators turned towards their spectator, they both chuckled, seemingly enjoying they were being watched. The naked George-impersonator took a few steps toward their hostage: ”I hope you are enjoying the show, it’s only halfway done.” Did he have any idea, how much their witness was into this?

’George’ flexed his right arm, it responded flawlessly, you wouldn’t believe it wasn’t real unless you had seen, what had transpired before. ‘George’ turned away, looking at ’Chris’ who had begun pulling on the Robin-costume.

The night watch stared still entranced, no longer feeling any fear, just unyielding desire. ‘Chris’ had slipped into the pants of the Robin-suit, they were a perfect fit of course, maybe even a little tighter, but the mannequin was made to fit the proportions of the suit, and now, in some bizarre way, they still were.

‘George’ had also put on the pants of the Batman-suit and then helped ‘Chris’ zipping the back of Robin’s top. ‘Chris’ returned the favour as ‘George’ slipped into Batman’s top. The mannequins were almost completely dressed, they put on the costumes’ gloves, boots, belts and capes, then ‘Batman’ pulled on his leather cowl and ‘Robin’ his mask.

The transformation was complete, it was like the mannequins had simply come to life, except it really wasn’t that. It was almost more unbelievable. The two burglars strutted around for a bit, getting comfortable in their new skins and costumes. The night watch was so deeply infatuated, he could only imagine, how they must feel, how he wanted to be them.

“Are you satisfied?” said ‘Batman’ to ‘Robin’. “Very satisfied,” ‘Robin’ replied, whilst tweaking the nipples of his suit, “this feels so good.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” ‘Batman’ responded with a chuckle, running his gloved hand down to his suit’s crotch. ‘Robin’ wrapped his arms around ‘Batman’ and pulled him towards himself and they locked lips once again. The night watch moaned again, as he felt like climaxing any moment, he couldn’t contain himself anymore. The two ‘superheroes’ turned to look at him.

”I think he’s into it!” ’Batman’ laughed to ’Robin’ like they had been completely aware of it from the start. The ‘dark knight’ walked towards the night watch, whose heartbeat began to increase with every step of the approaching ‘hero’.

‘Batman’ placed his hand firmly on the night watch’s erection, giving it a few tugs. “Yeah, you are really into it, aren’t you? We had a feeling…”

The night watch let out another moan, the culmination of a most eventful night.

‘Batman’ walked away and began picking up the clothes of their former identities, the burglars’ balaclavas, onesies and so forth, all the traces of what they had been.

’Robin’ chuckled and walked up to their hostage. He placed his boot firmly on the night watch’s aroused member and smiled the boyish smile of the young Chris O'Donnell. ’Robin’ leaned in on the night watch, their faces so close, that he could smell the silicone and the warmth radiating from it, ’Robin’ placed his mouth inches from the night watch’s ear and whispered sensually: “If you let us get away… We’ll make it worth your while. You can join us if you want. If this turns you on as much as it does us, then I think we’ll get along nicely, and we can even get you a skin like ours.”

’Robin’ stepped back, ’Batman’ was done tidying up after them.

”Give it some thought,” said ’Robin’, “we’ll make sure, you won’t regret it.” The night watch felt the ropes loosen and the gag too. ‘Robin’ then gave him a kiss on the cheek, the night watch felt the warm silicone against his skin, it felt so realistically, he then felt ‘Robin’s’ tongue in his ear, and he almost felt like fainting from the hotness.

The sound of two heavy sets of leather boots walking echoed through the empty halls as the ‘dark knight’ and the ‘boy wonder’ left the crime scene, leaving the night watch behind, pondering what his next move should be.

[dcigar]

Alex.

By day, he was a mild-mannered accountant, crunching numbers in a sterile office. But by night, he became someone entirely different.

It all started innocently enough. One evening, Alex stumbled upon a leather shop tucked away in a dimly lit alley. Curiosity piqued, he ventured inside, drawn by the smell of rich, supple leather and the promise of hidden desires.

As he ran his fingers over the sleek jackets and rugged boots, something stirred within him. It was a feeling he couldn't quite place, a sense of exhilaration mixed with a hint of taboo. And when he slipped on a leather jacket, the world shifted.

Suddenly, Alex felt more alive than ever before. The cool touch of the leather against his skin sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but admire his reflection in the mirror. Gone was the shy accountant; in his place stood a confident, powerful man.

From that moment on, Alex's life took on a new rhythm. He sought out leather wherever he could find it, reveling in the way it made him feel alive and free. He attended leather events and gatherings, immersing himself in the vibrant subculture that welcomed him with open arms.

But along the way, Alex faced challenges too. He grappled with his own insecurities and fears, worried about what others might think of his newfound passion. Yet with each step he took, he found strength in his authenticity, embracing his identity as a gay man who loved to wear leather.

And as he walked through the city streets, head held high and leather-clad, Alex knew one thing for certain: he had discovered a part of himself he never knew existed, and he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

One fateful evening, Alex decided to take his exploration of leather to the next level. He ventured into a renowned gay leather club, drawn by the promise of a community that understood and embraced his desires.

Inside the dimly lit club, the air was thick with anticipation and the scent of leather mingled with the heady aroma of cigars. As Alex made his way through the crowd, he couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging wash over him.

It was there, in the heart of the club, that he discovered his love for cigars. Entranced by the sight of men puffing on their smoldering sticks, he hesitantly accepted an offer to try one for himself.

As the rich, earthy flavor enveloped his senses, Alex felt a rush of pleasure unlike anything he had experienced before. The smoke danced on his tongue, filling him with a sense of warmth and contentment.

From that moment on, cigars became a staple of Alex's leather-clad adventures. He relished the ritual of lighting up, the camaraderie shared with fellow enthusiasts, and the way the smoke added an extra layer of intensity to his experiences.

With each visit to the leather club, Alex discovered more about himself and the vibrant subculture he had become a part of. And as he indulged in his love for leather and cigars, he found a sense of liberation and empowerment that he had never known before.

As Alex continued to immerse himself in the leather community and embrace his newfound passions, he decided to take another bold step: he grew a beard.

At first, it was just a stubble, a hint of rugged masculinity that complemented his leather-clad persona. But as time went on, Alex let his beard grow longer and fuller, until it became a defining feature of his appearance.

With each passing day, the beard became more than just a symbol of his masculinity; it became a symbol of his confidence and self-assurance. Running his fingers through the coarse hair, Alex felt a sense of pride in the person he had become.

As he walked through the city streets, leather jacket hugging his frame, cigar smoke trailing behind him, and beard framing his face, Alex felt like he was truly living life on his own terms. And with each passing day, he discovered new depths to his identity, finding joy and fulfillment in every aspect of his journey.

With his confidence soaring and his sense of self solidifying, Alex delved deeper into his exploration of leather. One day, while browsing through a leather boutique, he stumbled upon a pair of leather chaps.

Intrigued by their rugged appeal and the way they showcased his legs, Alex couldn't resist trying them on. As he fastened the buckles and adjusted the straps, he felt a surge of excitement course through him.

Stepping in front of the mirror, Alex admired his reflection. The leather chaps hugged his thighs snugly, accentuating every curve and contour of his body. He felt powerful, alluring, and completely in command of his desires.

From that moment on, leather chaps became a staple of Alex's wardrobe. Whether he was strutting through the streets or dancing the night away at the leather club, he always felt like the truest version of himself when he wore them.

Embracing his love for leather chaps was just another step in Alex's journey of self-discovery. With each new revelation, he felt more liberated and empowered, unapologetically embracing every aspect of his identity as a gay man who loved to wear leather. And as he continued to explore and celebrate his passions, he knew that the best was yet to come.

More to come…

[max-the-many]

"Damn that was just the best moment when his businesspartner entered the restroom just as you gave this one a shot! I mean his reaction was proceless! Good thing you got another shot handy to handle him"...

[swappingforgood]

Uncles Friend

With the weather warming up my family decided to plan a view vacations here and there. A lot of them sounded good, unfortunately a lot of them required me to be over 21, which sucks because only 19. I tried to convince my family to go somewhere more “inclusive” but they were set on this stupid booze cruise. I declined and just asked to stay home and they agreed but obviously gave me some crazy rules to follow while they were gone. My uncle Tommy who is like the best uncle ever, had my back. He told me he had a way for me to enjoy the cruise but we would have to lie to my family. So in the middle of the night my uncle snuck me out of room and we drove in his car to his apartment. I was panicking a little as go to his living room and see what seems to be a naked hairy man on the couch but he looks hollow? “Uncle w-who or what is that?” I ask shyly as I approached the thing and felt its warmth in my hands, almost like it was alive. “That is a living suit my dude and your gonna put it on” he said calmly almost like this is an every day occurrence. “W-why?” I said as I picked it up, and the suit was almost a foot taller than me. “Would this even fit?” My uncle just chuckled as he reached out to touch my hand and said, “Just trust me, try it on.” I smiled softly as I knew this must be a plan of his as I went to try on this man suit thing, and he told me I needed to be naked, which made me blush bright red. So I stripped, and he turned around for my privacy as I slowly dipped my legs and toes into the suits. I feel the strangest euphoric feeling as I can feel the suit tightening around my legs, making my legs and calves big like this suit. “Oh fuck, I can’t feel my legs.” I whimpered, but my uncle told me to keep going as I pulled up the suit belly. It reached out to morph with my lean stomach until I felt heavier and hairy. My teenage cock sprung into the meeer frame, and I was almost done to the head before Uncle Tommy ran up and put the face over my face. I heard a zipping sound before losing my vision. I woke up on the couch and got a glimpse of my hairy bear body. "Whoah, is this me?” I said in my new, deeper voice that it scared me at first. “I look like,” my uncle cut me off. “You look like my friend Richard. You know the gay bear I sometimes bring for dinner. Yeah, he is a suit, and you're going to wear him on the trip because only I can unzip you.” He smiled as he patted my stomach before going to bed for the night. 

[corendisguise]

Superman Unmasked & Unveiled

Chapter 2

Tom’s phone laying on the counter, the screen dark. He just sent another unanswered massage to Steven. He stared at it for a moment, his jaw tightening as frustration bubbled in his chest. The guy had vanished without a trace—no texts, no messages, nothing. It was as if their night together had been a figment of his imagination, a fleeting dream that dissolved into nothing.

“Asshole,” Tom muttered under his breath, swiping the phone aside. He stalked across the living room, running a hand through his hair. His mind kept drifting back to Steven, to the way they’d connected, the heat of their bodies pressed together, the urgency and raw passion that had ignited between them. It had been one hell of an experience, but now… now it felt like a cruel joke.

He sighed, pacing back and forth. His jeans felt uncomfortably tight, the lingering tension in his body demanding release. He needed to forget about Steven, move on, but the constant ache in his groin refused to let him. Every thought of the man left him harder, more desperate, more frustrated.

The doorbell rang, jolting Tom out of his brooding. He froze, blinked, then shook himself out of his daze. Probably just another delivery he didn’t remember ordering. He grabbed the doorknob and pulled it open, ready to sign for whatever box or package had arrived.

But the sight that greeted him made his breath hitch. Standing there was a man who could have stepped straight out of a fantasy. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a physique that screamed power and confidence. His shirt clung to his chest, the fabric stretched taut over bulging muscles, and even from here, Tom could see the hard peaks of his nipples straining against the material. The sleeves rode up slightly, revealing muscular forearms dusted with light golden hair. His shorts were short enough to show off thick thighs that tapered down to long, sock-covered calves, every inch of him radiating strength and presence.

His hair was long and blonde, tied back in a big bun on his head, a few strands falling loose around his face. A full beard framed sharp cheekbones and a mouth that curved into a knowing smile as their eyes met. Those eyes… they were a vivid blue, piercing and intense, like the deep waters of some ancient fjord.

The name tag pinned to his chest read simply: Sven.

“Delivery for your neighbor Mr. Smith - he is not present. Can you take it for him?,” the man said, his voice low and rich, carrying a heavy accent that only added to his allure. It wasn’t just any accent—it was something rugged, primal, the kind of sound you’d expect from a Viking statue come to life.

Tom swallowed hard, trying to form a response. His heart was pounding, his mind already racing with thoughts he shouldn’t be having. This guy… this Sven… he was exactly the kind of distraction Tom hadn’t realized he needed.

Sven held out a small package, his fingers brushing against Tom’s as he handed it over. The contact sent a jolt through Tom, making his skin prickle with awareness. He forced himself to focus, to take the package and step back, but Sven didn’t move. Instead, he shifted, leaning casually against the doorframe, his arms crossing over his chest in a way that emphasized his biceps.

“Nice place you got here,” Sven remarked, his gaze sweeping over the interior of the house. “Quiet neighborhood. Good for relaxing, yeah?”

Tom nodded dumbly, still too caught up in the sheer magnetism of the man in front of him to form coherent words.

Sven’s eyes flicked back to him, amusement dancing in their depths. “You alright, mate? You seem a bit… distracted.”

“I’m fine,” Tom stammered, cursing himself for sounding so awkward. “Just… uh… busy day.”

Sven chuckled, the sound warm and rough, like distant thunder. “Well, I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.” He hesitated, then added, “Actually, there is one thing… I’ve been driving all day, and well… my bladder’s about to burst. Think I could use your loo?”

Tom blinked, momentarily thrown by the abrupt request. Then he found himself nodding once again. “Yeah, sure. Uh… it’s just down the hall, second door on the right.”

“Cheers,” Sven said with a grin, pushing off the doorframe. He stepped inside, his movement fluid and confident, and followed Tom down the hall. Tom couldn’t help but notice how Sven’s presence seemed to fill the space, how his towering frame cast shadows that seemed to stretch and shift like something alive.

When they reached the bathroom, Sven disappeared inside, leaving Tom standing awkwardly in the hallway. He ran a hand over his face, berating himself for being so tongue-tied. What the hell was wrong with him? He wasn’t some awkward teenager anymore—he could hold a damn conversation with a hot guy without acting like an idiot.

But Sven… Sven was different. There was something about him, something magnetic and overwhelming, like a force of nature. And Tom couldn’t deny that he was drawn to it, despite his better judgment.

The sound of the toilet flushing snapped Tom out of his thoughts. Sven emerged a moment later, looking refreshed and somehow even more imposing than before. He stretched his arms overhead, the motion pulling his shirt tight across his chest, and Tom couldn’t look away.

“Thanks for that,” Sven said, flashing another smile. “Much appreciated. Listen, I know this might sound weird, but could I trouble you for a glass of water? My throat’s bone dry after spending hours in this damn van.”

Tom nodded quickly, gesturing toward the kitchen. “Of course. Come on.”

They walked into the kitchen together, the air between them charged with an unspoken energy. Tom grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water, handing it over to Sven, who took a long drink, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“Ahhh,” Sven sighed, lowering the glass. “That hits the spot. Thanks, mate.”

“No problem,” Tom replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned against the counter, trying to play it cool, but his nerves were shot, his body humming with anticipation.

Sven set the glass down on the counter and turned to face Tom fully. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence stretching between them like a livewire. Then, slowly, deliberately, Sven stepped closer, close enough that Tom could feel the warmth radiating off his body.

“You’re not really fine, are you?” Sven asked, his voice low and intimate. He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against Tom’s arm, sending a shiver down his spine.

Tom’s breath hitched, his heart beating faster as Sven’s touch lingered. “What… what do you mean?”

Sven smiled, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips. “I mean you’re wound up tighter than a spring. Something on your mind? Or someone?”

Before Tom could respond, Sven’s hand moved again, this time gripping his shoulder firmly. The pressure was firm but not painful, a clear display of strength and dominance that sent a thrill through Tom’s veins.

“Tell me,” Sven commanded, his tone brooking no argument. “Whoever it is, they’re idiots for letting you go.”

Tom’s mouth went dry, his hesitation melting away under Sven’s intense gaze. „How could he know?“ He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. All he could do was stare, his body responding involuntarily to Sven’s proximity, his cock thickening behind his jeans. Tom forgot every question.

Sven must have noticed, because his smile widened, predatory and pleased. “That’s what I thought,” he murmured, stepping even closer until their chests were almost touching.

And then, without warning, Sven’s lips were on his, claiming him in a kiss that was both soft and demanding. Tom gasped into the kiss, his hands flying up to grab at Sven’s shirt, clinging to the fabric as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

Sven’s tongue traced along the seam of his lips, coaxing them apart, and when Tom complied, the kiss deepened instantly. It was all teeth and tongue, rough and insatiable, a stark contrast to the gentle teasing Sven had started with.

Tom moaned, his head spinning as Sven’s hands roamed down his sides, dipping dangerously low before settling on his hips. The grip was possessive, fingers digging into his skin as Sven pulled him flush against his body.

Tom could feel every ridge of Sven’s abs through the thin fabric of his shirt, the hardness of his chest pressing against his own. And then there was the unmistakable bulge in Sven’s pants, rubbing against him in a way that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through his core.

Sven tore his lips away, breathing heavily as he looked down at Tom, his blue eyes dark with desire. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he growled, his voice rougher than before.

Before Tom could respond, Sven’s hands were yanking at Toms shirt, ripping buttons free as he pulled the fabric apart. Tom gasped, his chest heaving as the cool air hit his heated skin. Sven tossed the ruined shirt to the floor, his gaze raking over Tom’s bare torso.

“Beautiful,” Sven whispered, his fingers trailing down the center of Tom’s chest, tracing the lines of his abs before circling his navel.

Tom shuddered, his legs feeling like jelly as Sven’s touch sent waves of heat crashing through him. “Please,” he begged, his voice hoarse with need. “Don’t stop…”

Sven smirked, his fingers dipping lower, brushing the waistband of Tom’s jeans. “Oh, I won’t stop,” he promised, his voice dripping with intent. “Not until I’ve tasted every inch of you.”

Tom’s hands trembled as Sven pulled away, his breathing ragged and uneven. The intensity of the kiss had left him dizzy, his body aching for more of Sven’s touch. But something about the moment felt… off. It wasn’t just the way Sven’s lips had moved or the roughness of his beard against Tom’s skin; it was a flicker in Sven’s expression, a glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down Tom’s spine.

“What’s wrong?” Sven asked, his voice low and husky, his accent thicker than before. He cupped Tom’s cheek, his thumb brushing over the corner of his mouth. “You’re not pulling away, are you?”

Tom shook his head, though his mind raced. The sensation of Sven’s hand on his skin was intoxicating, but beneath it all, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. His gaze flickered down to Sven’s neck, where the collar of his shirt had shifted slightly. And there it was—a faint line, barely noticeable, but enough to catch his eye. A seam.

“No,” Tom murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anger and arousal swirling inside him. “I’m not pulling away.”

Sven smirked, leaning in to press another kiss to Tom’s jaw, his stubble scratching against Tom’s skin. “Good. Because I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.”

Tom swallowed hard, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. He could feel the heat building in his core, the same undeniable hunger that had consumed him days before with Henry Cavill. But this time, it was different. This time, he wasn’t going to let himself be played. He wasn’t going to let Sven—or Steven—call the shots.

With a sudden burst of determination, Tom grabbed Sven by the shoulders, pushing him back gently but firmly. Sven raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “What’s got into you, love?”

“Nothing,” Tom replied, his voice steady now. “Just… switching things up.”

Before Sven could react, Tom stepped forward, closing the distance between them. His hands were on Sven’s shirt, yanking it open in one swift motion. Buttons flew everywhere, pinging against the floor and walls as the fabric fell open, revealing Sven’s broad chest and those hard, prominent nipples. Tom’s breath hitched as his fingers grazed over the warm flesh, feeling the tension in Sven’s body beneath his touch. Sven exhaled sharply, his hands moving to grip Tom’s hips. “Careful,” he growled, his voice deeper now, almost animalistic. “Don’t think I won’t take what I want.”

Tom didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in, pressing his lips to Sven’s neck. He kissed his way up to his ear, his tongue flicking out to taste the saltiness there. Sven groaned, his grip tightening on Tom’s hips. But Tom wasn’t done. His fingers trailed down Sven’s chest, pausing briefly to tweak his nipples, eliciting another growl from the man beneath him. Then, without warning, Tom’s hand dipped lower, undoing the button of Sven’s shorts.

Sven froze, his breath catching in his throat. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice laced with both surprise and desire. “You’re really taking charge, aren’t you?”

Tom didn’t respond. His hand slipped inside Sven’s shorts, wrapping around the thick, throbbing length of him. He could feel the sheet around Sven’s (Steven) Penis, so it was also a muscle suit again. Sven gasped, his head falling back as Tom pumped him slowly, deliberately. “God, yes,” Sven breathed, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Don’t stop…”

Tom didn’t stop. He continued stroking Sven, his own cock hardening with every passing second. The sight of Sven’s reaction, the way his body tensed and relaxed with each movement, was enough to drive Tom wild. But he wasn’t finished yet. Withdrawing his hand, he shoved Sven’s shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, exposing the other man completely.

Sven bit his lip, his eyes half-lidded as he watched Tom. “You sure about this?” he asked, his voice rough. “Because once we start, I’m not stopping.”

Tom smirked, stepping back to strip himself of the remaining scraps of clothing. His jeans and boxers joined the pile of discarded fabric on the floor, leaving him completely bare. Sven’s gaze devoured him, raking over every inch of his body with a predatory intensity.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Tom said, his voice steady despite the nervous energy coursing through him.

Without wasting another second, Tom closed the distance between them, pressing his body against Sven’s. The heat radiating from the other man’s skin was almost overwhelming, and when their cocks brushed against each other, they both groaned. Sven’s hands came up to grip Tom’s shoulders, his fingers digging into the muscle suit there as he kissed him again, harder this time.

Tom melted into the kiss, his senses drowning in the raw, primal connection between them. But he didn’t forget why he was doing this. His hands moved down to Sven’s waist, slipping behind him to grab two handfuls of ass. Sven growled into the kiss, grinding his hips forward, the friction sending sparks of electricity through Tom’s veins.

“Fuck,” Tom muttered against Sven’s lips, his grip tightening. “You feel so good…”

Sven’s response was a low rumble in his chest, his movements growing more urgent as he pressed Tom back toward the couch. They tumbled onto the soft cushions, their bodies entangled as they kissed and groped each other with abandon. Sven’s hands roamed over Tom’s back, his nails lightly scraping against the artificial skin there, digging deep into the suit.

Tom shuddered, his breath coming in shallow gasps as Sven was laying in front of him. But then, Sven’s hand slid down to cup Tom’s aching cock, stroking him with expert precision. Tom cried out, his hips arching off the couch as he thrust into Sven’s hand.

“Yes,” Tom hissed, his voice breaking. “More…”

Sven complied, quickening his pace as he brought Tom closer and closer to the edge. But just as Tom felt himself teetering on the brink, Sven stopped, pulling his hand away with a wicked grin.

“Not yet,” Sven whispered, his voice dripping with intent.

Tom glared at him, his frustration mingling with the ache in his groin. Sven bent upwards to kiss Tom again. But this time, his kiss was softer, more teasing, as if he knew exactly how to drive Tom crazy.

Tom’s hands fisted in Sven’s hair, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. But as their tongues tangled, Tom’s mind wandered back to the strange gap at Sven’s neck. The realization that this man was Steven in disguise only fueled his arousal, making him more determined than ever to take control.

Breaking the kiss, Tom pushed Sven onto his back, straddling his hips. “My turn,” he said, his voice firm.

Sven’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t protest. Instead, he grinned up at Tom, his hands resting lazily on his stomach. “Go ahead,” he said, his voice teasing. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Tom didn’t waste any time. His hands moved to Sven’s thighs, lifting them on his shoulders as he positioned himself between them. Sven’s cock twitched against his abdomen, the heat of it searing through his skin. Tom glanced down, his eyes locking with Sven’s.

Tom’s hands tightened on Sven’s hips, his grip almost bruising as he pushed into him with a force that made Sven arch back, his head lolling against the couch cushions. Sven groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest, his muscles tensing and relaxing around Tom in waves of pleasure. His eyes squeezed shut, his jaw slack as he surrendered completely to the sensation.

“Fuck,” Sven gasped, his voice ragged and breathless. “Harder, Tom. Please.”

Tom didn’t need to be asked twice. His anger, his frustration, his desperate need for release all coalesced into a singular, savage thrust. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, raw and primal. Sven’s hands scrambled to brace himself against the couch, his fingers digging into the muscle suit as Tom’s thrusts grew more erratic, more furious.

“You like that?” Tom growled, leaning down to press his mouth to Sven’s ear. He bit down lightly on the soft lobe, tasting salt, sweat and rubber as Sven shivered beneath him. “You like feeling me inside you?”

Sven let out a strangled cry, his body bucking wildly as Tom’s movements became more chaotic. His cock twitched between them, slick with pre-come as it bobbed against his belly. “Yes,” Sven choked out, his voice breaking. “God, yes.”

Tom’s fingers trailed up Sven’s sides, brushing against the seam of the muscle suit. A flicker of doubt crossed his mind, but it was quickly swallowed by the haze of lust raging through him. He needed this. Needed *him*. Needed to forget about Steven and the endless ache in his chest.

But as his fingers pulled harder at the flesh of the hips, the fabric gave way under the string pull. His heart skipped a beat, his momentum faltering for just a moment. The room echoed with a slight ripping sound. Sven moaned, his hips rocking up to meet Tom’s, urging him to continue.

Tom hesitated, his brow furrowing as he stared at the seam. Swallowing hard, Tom’s fingers dug further into the material feeling the warm sweaty atmosphere underneath, gripping tight again as he gave a sharp yank. The skin made a stretching rubbery sound before snapping back.

The seam tore further open. The sound reverberating through the room. Sven’s breath hitched, but he didn’t stop moving, didn’t stop moaning as if nothing had happened. Tom froze, his gaze locked on the exposed skin beneath the suit—smooth, unblemished, sweaty and entirely inconsistent with the rough, weathered exterior Sven had presented.

Tom’s furor even grow with expression of a deep guttural scream. His hands moved faster, tearing at the fabric with increasing urgency. The suit peeled away in chunks, revealing more of the natural sweaty skin beneath. A breeze of musky wet air reached his nose. Sven’s hips rolled erratically, his breaths coming in short bursts as he panted, “More, Tom... give me more.”

Tom’s anger surged, his movements becoming almost frenzied as he ripped the remains of the suit away. Steven’s chest was fully exposed now, the fake muscles ripped apart. Beneath it all was the true form - athletic but not looking like the muscular Viking.

“Why are you doing this?” Tom demanded to know.

Sven’s eyes fluttered open, his blue irises glinting with something between mischief and desire. “Does it matter?” he purred, his accent thicker than before. “You’re still inside me, aren’t you?”

Tom’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t pull away. If anything, his movements grew even more aggressive, his thrusts pounding into Sven with reckless abandon. He wanted to hurt him, to punish him for lying, for deceiving him. But more than that, he wanted to lose himself in the sensation, to forget everything except the friction and the heat and the undeniable pleasure wracking his body.

His fingers twitched against Sven’s skin, tracing the edges of the mask that still clung to his face. The urge to tear it off, to see the truth behind the deception, was overwhelming. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his skin glistening with sweat. Finally, he reached up with one hand, his fingers entering under the edge of the mask. He pulled strongly at the mask, the facial features twisted, the mouth hole lifted from Steven's lips and the nose twisted, a crack formed in the corner of the mouth. Steven body tensed in ecstasy and he let sit another deep moan. With a sudden jerk he peeled the lower part of the mask away. The lower part of the mask ripped apart, leaving the bearded part of Steven’s face exposed. It was drenched in sweat. His lips were twisted in a devilish smile. Tom grabbed the hair bun of the mask now and pulled the rest of the mask upright, ripping the mask away entirely.

Tom’s pulse quickened even more, his fingers tightening as he watched. The mask was off, revealing Stevens true face.

Tom’s breath caught in his throat, while holding the remains of Sven’s handsome face in his hand.

His other hand slid down to Sven’s thigh, gripping tightly as he slammed into him one last time. The completely exposed Steven cried out, his voice high-pitched and desperate as his orgasm crashed over him. His cock pulsed between them, shooting thick streams of come that splattered across his stomach and chest. The sight of it, combined with the feel of Svens face in his hand, was enough to push Tom over the edge.

With a low, animalistic groan, Tom came hard, his entire body shuddering as he emptied himself into Steven. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their labored breathing and the heavy thud of their hearts.

Tom collapsed forward, resting his forehead against Sven’s shoulder, rubbing his torso against the sweaty exposed natural breast of Steven, as he caught his breath.

The sweaty face of Steven was now revealed, his blue eyes locking with Tom’s as the mask fell to the ground. For a moment, there was only silence, broken only by their heavy breaths and the faint hum of the refrigerator in the background. Tom’s mind raced, questions flooding his thoughts, but beneath it all, he felt the undeniable pull of desire—and something deeper.

“Why?” Tom asked, his voice trembling with a mix of confusion and longing. “Why would you trick me like this? Again?”

Steven didn’t answer right away. Instead, he slid his hand up Tom’s thigh, his fingers curling around the soft surface of his hip. His touch was deliberate, calculated, as if testing Tom’s resolve. The tension between them crackled like static electricity, charged and unrelenting.

“Because I needed you to punish me,” Steven finally said, his voice low and rough, laced with an accent that made the words roll off his tongue like honey. “Needed you to take possession of me—really feel me.”

Tom blinked, his heart pounding in his chest. The intensity in Steven’s gaze was overwhelming, pulling him in like a moth to a flame. He wanted to be angry, to push Steven away, but the truth was, he couldn’t. Not when Steven’s hands were so warm against his skin, not when his lips curved into that crooked smile that had haunted Tom’s dreams for days.

“You bastard,” Tom murmured, though his tone lacked any real venom. He leaned forward, closing the gap between them, his lips brushing against Steven’s in a soft, searching kiss. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Steven chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through Tom’s body. “Oh, I think I have some idea,” he said, his hands sliding up to cup Tom’s face. “But tell me, Tom. Tell me how much you missed me.”

Tom groaned, his fingers gripping Steven’s shoulders as the heat between them intensified. “I missed you like crazy,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “Every second since you disappeared. I thought… I thought I’d never feel this way again.”

Steven’s grin widened, and he kissed Tom again, this time harder, more possessive. His tongue darted into Tom’s mouth, exploring every inch with a hunger that left no room for doubt. Tom melted against him, his arms wrapping around Steven’s broad shoulders, pulling him closer.

“You’re mine,” Steven growled, his voice dripping with dominance. “Always.”

to be continued……

[myster-roca]

Facade of Justice

The dim, flickering lights of the underground lair cast jagged shadows on the cold concrete walls. Valorion, hero of the Justice Force, hung suspended, his wrists bound by energy restraints that drained his strength.

His metallic spandex bodysuit, accented with gold and silver, clung tightly to his muscular form. A sleek cowl fully enveloped his scalp, leaving only his eyes, nose, and mouth exposed, while framing his chiseled jaw, adding to his air of intensity and mystery.

From the shadows, Darksteel emerged like a phantom, his dark coat sweeping behind him. As the ruthless leader of the notorious organization Midnight Shadow, his presence radiated danger. His movements were slow and deliberate, his sharp face framed by a high collar. Piercing green eyes glinted with quiet amusement as they lingered on Valorion's bound form

“You can’t win, Darksteel,” Valorion growled, his voice strained but steady. “Even if you kill me, another hero will rise.”

Darksteel’s cold smile faltered for an instant, and in a single swift motion, he drove his knee into Valorion’s groin. The impact sent a sharp, searing pain radiating through Valorion’s body, forcing a gasp from his lips as he doubled over, his bound wrists the only thing keeping him from collapsing. His body throbbed with the aftershock, vision blurring as he struggled to catch his breath.

Darksteel leaned in close, his voice low and venomous. “Kill you?” he whispered, almost playfully. “I don’t need to kill you to break you. By the time I’m done, you’ll beg to stay forgotten.”

He turned and walked away, the door sliding shut with a hiss. With a soft hiss, the door slid shut behind him, sealing Valorion alone in the crushing silence of the chamber.

Valorion clenched his fists, forcing himself to focus, to breathe. Yet that uneasy feeling remained—the nagging sensation that unseen eyes were still watching him.

Minutes stretched into an eternity, broken only by Valorion's ragged breathing. Suddenly, a muffled explosion shattered the quiet chamber. The wall crumbled inward, and through the smoke, a masked soldier in Midnight Shadow’s black uniform stepped in.

Valorion tensed, unsure if this was a new threat or another of Darksteel’s games.

The soldier strode purposefully toward a sleek panel embedded in the wall. His gloved hand hovered over a red glowing button, its metallic surface gleaming under the dim light.

“Trust me,” he muttered before slamming the button.

A sharp hiss filled the air as the energy restraints flickered and then disengaged with a burst of sparks.

Valorion staggered momentarily as his limbs were freed, the dull ache from prolonged captivity flooding back. Before he could steady himself, the soldier turned to him, his movements quick and deliberate.

“Come with me,” he urged, his voice low and distorted. “I’m getting you out.”

With no other choice, Valorion followed through the dark corridors. Faint alarms echoed as they reached the surface. They burst through the lair’s exit, only to find themselves at the edge of a steep cliff overlooking a fast-flowing river far below.

“We don’t have much time. We have to jump!” the soldier yelled, and before Valorion could react, they plunged into the icy torrent.

The current grabbed them instantly, pulling them downstream with violent force. Fighting the cold and the rushing water, they swam to the riverbank, emerging drenched and gasping for air. The soldier pointed to an old, abandoned warehouse in the distance, and without a word, they made their way toward it.

Inside the warehouse, the air was thick and damp. Water dripped from their soaked clothes, the cold clinging to their skin. “We need to get out of these clothes,” the soldier said, removing his mask to reveal his face.

He was young, in his early twenties, with intense brown eyes and a faint, troubled smile. His lean, athletic frame, broad shoulders, and narrow waist exuded strength. Wet hair clung to his forehead, giving him an air of both vulnerability and allure.

As he stripped away the remaining layers of his soaked uniform, his skin gleamed faintly in the dim light, revealing his body as the damp fabric pooled at his feet.

Valorion hesitated for a moment, then slowly pulled back his cowl mask, revealing his face. His bold features came into view: a sharp, chiseled jaw, a firm, resolute mouth, and tousled blonde hair that draped slightly over his forehead. His intense eyes, framed by thick brows, shone with an aura of concealed power.

As he peeled off the metallic spandex bodysuit, his physique emerged—broad shoulders, a powerful chest, and heavily defined muscles sculpted like stone. His thick cock, now freed from the tight confines of the bodysuit, hung between his strong thighs. The cold bit at his skin, but it was the soldier’s gaze that sent a deeper chill through him.

“What’s your name, boy?” Valorion asked, noticing the soldier’s lingering gaze.

“I’m... Ethan,” the soldier stammered, quickly looking away.

“Aren’t you one of Darksteel’s soldiers? Why did you help me escape?” Valorion pressed.

Ethan hesitated, then sat on a nearby crate. “I’ve watched you for a long time,” he confessed. “You inspired me, made me realize there’s more to life than following Darksteel’s orders.” His voice wavered. “I became a soldier for Midnight Shadow out of desperation. I had nothing. They promised me everything, but it was all a lie. Watching you fight gave me hope for change.”

Valorion’s expression softened. He placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder, a rare warmth flickering in his eyes. “You’ve made the right choice, boy. But you’ll still have to face your past,” he said gently.

Ethan looked up, his eyes brimming with tears. “I know... I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice breaking.

Valorion pulled him into a tight embrace. “It’s okay. We’ll face it together,” he whispered.

Ethan buried his face in Valorion’s chest, their bodies pressing together, skin against skin. He hugged Valorion around the waist and rested his head against his abs. Valorion’s cock was half-hard, and it was now nestled against the top of the soldier’s head.

“Forgive me,” the soldier whispered. “Forgive me for everything.”

Valorion stroked the back of the soldier’s head, his fingers running through his wet hair. “There’s nothing to forgive, boy,” he said gently. “You’re changing. That’s all anyone can ask.”

The soldier sobbed against him for a few moments, then slowly he looked up. His eyes, bright and warm, shone up at Valorion, his face only inches from Valorion’s hard cock.

Valorion felt his heart beating hard. It had been a long time since he’d felt so close to someone. As a superhero, he had to maintain a certain image, and that meant it was difficult to let people get close.

He was always in control, always had to be.

But here and now, in this abandoned warehouse, with this young soldier’s eyes looking up at him, he felt that control slipping away. He felt his pulse hammering against the soldier’s hand, his cock throbbing against the soldier’s forehead.

Ethan reached up with his hand, and slowly, gently, cupped the side of Valorion’s face. His thumb traced Valorion’s cheekbone, and his fingers curved around the back of his neck.

“Thank you,” the soldier murmured. “Thank you.”

Without hesitation, Ethan tilted his head and pressed his lips to Valorion’s. Valorion froze for a moment, caught off guard. The moment hung between them, heavy and charged. The warmth of Ethan’s body, the steady thrum of his heartbeat, and the intensity in his gaze ignited something deep within Valorion. The resistance melted away, replaced by a rush of desire. Slowly, he surrendered, pressing his lips back against Ethan’s.

The kiss deepened, and the tension between them dissolved into something raw and urgent. Valorion closed his eyes as he felt the soldier’s cock, hot and hard against his own. A low moan escaped his lips, mingling with the fervor of their embrace.

Valorion ran his hands over the soldier’s body, feeling the lean muscle of his shoulders, the hard swell of his chest, the ridges of his stomach. He reached around and grabbed his ass, and gave it a squeeze.

Their cocks brushed against each other, and Valorion couldn’t stifle the groan that escaped his lips. The soldier echoed him, pressing his tongue more firmly into Valorion’s mouth.

The soldier sighed, pressing his body against Valorion. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he moaned.

As their hands explored each other’s bodies, a sudden wave of dizziness swept over Valorion. His vision blurred, and the strength he had regained began to fade.

He pulled back, resting a hand on Ethan’s chest, his eyes growing heavy. In moments, the hero collapsed gently onto the cold floor, falling into a deep, heavy slumber.

Ethan stood over Valorion’s unconscious body, his expression shifting. His lips curled into a cold smile as he gazed down at the fallen hero. “I told you before,” he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. “I don’t need to kill you to break you.”

His fingers moved to the back of his neck, searching for a hidden seam. With a firm pull, the seam gave way, and the false flesh began to peel back with a soft, wet sound.

Piece by piece, Ethan’s face loosened, slipping off like a second skin. Beneath it, sharp cheekbones and cold, angular features emerged—pale skin and green eyes gleaming with wicked amusement, framed by stark white hair. The face that now stared back wasn’t Ethan’s at all. It was Darksteel.

He continued the process, running his hands over his chest as Ethan’s toned physique began to sag and distort. His fingers traced the hidden seam at the back of his neck, slipping beneath the skin-tight suit with a precise, deliberate motion. With a firm pull, the suit loosened, the synthetic skin giving way as Ethan's athletic frame unraveled, revealing the far more imposing figure beneath.

With each pull, Darksteel’s true form emerged—his broader, muscular shoulders pushing through. His thick arms flexed as he freed them from Ethan’s false limbs, pulling each finger from the synthetic hands. The soft, squelching sound of the suit separating from his skin filled the room, heightening the unsettling atmosphere.

The skin, the muscles—everything that had made Ethan seemed to fold and fall away like a snake shedding its skin. Darksteel grunted as the tight material peeled off, the strange mix of squelching and tearing echoing through the warehouse.

Ethan’s build vanished, replaced by Darksteel’s sculpted physique. His broader shoulders and defined chest rippled with taut muscles, each honed by years of discipline. As the bodysuit slipped lower, Darksteel’s lean waist and carved abdomen came into view, a striking contrast to Ethan’s softer, less defined form.

The most delicate part remained—the groin. The tightness there had been a constant reminder of the suit’s control, and as he carefully slid it over his hips, Darksteel winced at the almost overwhelming relief. His skin, now exposed to the cool air, tingled with liberation.

With one last pull, he freed himself from the legs of the suit, feeling the tension fade as it pooled at his feet. His real skin glistened with sweat, faint impressions left from where the suit had gripped him tightly.

Darksteel breathed deeply, running a hand over his exposed chest, relishing the sensation of being in his own skin again. His muscles ached from the suit’s pressure, but a strange satisfaction remained, a reminder of the power and allure the suit had granted. He stretched, the stiffness fading from his limbs as he moved freely, unbound—like a predator finally released from its cage.

As he stared at Valorion’s unconscious body on the ground, Darksteel’s cock began to throb with excitement. His eyes roamed over the hero’s muscular form, tracing every curve. Clearly, the hero was still under the effects of the Kiss of Delusion.

The Kiss of Delusion was one of Darksteel’s special powers, causing his victim to become dizzy and unconscious. While under its effects, the victim’s dreams transformed into illusions imagined by Darksteel, allowing him to torture his opponents with their worst nightmares.

However, for Valorion, there was no need for such illusions. Darksteel had already implanted the perfect fantasy into his mind—one that would surely drive him mad once he awoke from his deep slumber.

Darksteel slid his hands down to Valorion’s ass and grabbed both cheeks, spreading them apart so he could see the hero’s tight asshole. His dick was now so hard it felt like it was going to explode at any minute.

He took a deep breath, savoring the moment, then plunges his cock into Valorion’s asshole in a single, fluid motion. With a swift spasm, he released his seed, letting it surge deep into the hero’s body. The essence, laced with his own cells, now flowed through Valorion’s insides, poised to begin its work. Now, all he had to do was wait.

Within minutes, a small lump began to form on the hero’s back. This was another of Darksteel’s abilities— the Flesh Husk Generation. By claiming his victims through intimate domination, Darksteel could cultivate a perfect replica skinsuit of their body, known as a Flesh Husk. This power allowed him to mimic not only their appearance but also their abilities when worn.

The transformation began with the Seed, a pulsing mass that grew and reshaped itself over several minutes. Once fully matured, the skin could be easily peeled from the victim’s body.

Darksteel gripped the warm, pliant flesh and, with a smooth tug, detached it. He marveled as the skin shifted, forming an exact copy of Valorion’s powerful body—from the broad torso to the muscular legs and arms, down to the smallest details of fingers and toes.

His fingers traced the flawless pecs, gliding over the hard contours of the sculpted abs, feeling the raw strength beneath the surface. A dark thrill surged through him, making him harder as he imagined what it would feel like to wear it—this hollow shell, waiting to be filled.

Slowly, he stepped into the suit, his legs sliding into the cool, flesh-like material. The suit clung tightly to his calves and thighs, making his body feel heavier, more defined. It wrapped around him like a second skin, reshaping him with an intoxicating intensity. As he pulled it over his waist, his legs bulged with muscle, his calves tightening, and his thighs swelling with power.

A gasp escaped his lips as the suit enveloped his torso. His once-lean chest swelled, pecs inflating into rock-hard slabs. His breath quickened as he stared at his new form—heavy pecs and ridged abs, as if carved from marble. The tightness around his torso was exhilarating, every inch of him reborn into something unstoppable.

The suit wrapped around his arms, thickening them into powerful limbs. Darksteel flexed, watching veins ripple beneath the synthetic skin. His fingers tingled, overwhelmed by the surge of strength. He clenched his fist, feeling untamed power coursing through him. Every movement felt deliberate, controlled—his body amplified, perfected beyond its limits.

As the suit closed around his core, the tightening at his groin made him catch his breath. His cock, nestled in the sheath, shifted from discomfort to a deep, sensual pressure. A groan escaped as he adjusted, feeling the sheath conform perfectly to his body. The suit gripped every part of him, shaping him into the powerful being.

Finally, he reached for the mask. The face had a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and shimmering blonde hair. Darksteel held it for a moment, then, with a deep breath, pressed the mask against his own face.

The adhesive activated instantly, molding his features into those of the towering blonde hero. He touched his cheek, feeling the hardness of the jawline, the rough stubble, and the cool synthetic skin as it seamlessly fused with his own.

Darksteel stood still for a moment, letting the full weight of his transformation sink in. His breath remained steady, but his pulse pounded beneath the thick slabs of his new chest. He raised a hand to his pecs, lingering over the firm, unyielding surface. Every inch of his torso was taut, solid—the suit enhancing his form to its absolute peak.

He turned his arm slightly, admiring the way the muscles shifted and stretched, as though they were alive, ready to crush or lift anything in his path. His legs felt heavier beneath him, solid pillars of muscle wrapped in the tight, flesh-like suit.

Darksteel’s gaze then shifted to Valorion’s iconic uniform, now dry, gleaming in the low light. The metallic spandex clung to every curve and ridge, practically begging to be worn. Darksteel’s pulse quickened as he reached for it, imagining how the fabric would embrace his body, completing his metamorphosis.

With steady hands, Darksteel lifted the spandex suit, feeling its weight shift, the material almost alive in his grip. His heart raced as the zipper slid open with a soft click, echoing in the still room. He took a deep breath, anticipation buzzing through him.

Slowly, he slid one leg into the suit. The fabric wrapped tightly around his thick calf, conforming to his powerful form. It stretched smoothly over his thigh, sending a jolt of excitement through him as it gripped his body like a second skin. Every movement heightened his awareness, the suit accentuating the solid muscle underneath.

He slipped his other leg into the suit, feeling the material mold to every contour of his legs. It seemed to know him, every ridge and curve fitting perfectly, leaving no space between him and the sensation of strength. The tightness was exhilarating—every step, every flex felt amplified by the form-fitting fabric.

As the suit slid over his hips, his breath hitched. It clung snugly to his groin, shaping him with precision, making him feel not just powerful, but in control—dominant. Adjusting himself slightly, the suit sealed him inside the illusion of a superhero’s body, and the thrill coursed through his veins.

He glanced down, watching the spandex stretch over his broad chest, highlighting the massive pecs that rose and fell with his rapid breathing. It hugged his torso with a snugness that made him feel invincible.

Darksteel’s hands trembled as he pulled the suit higher, over his shoulders, the fabric wrapping his arms like liquid metal. His fingers slipped into the sleeves, and the spandex tightened around his biceps. He flexed, watching his muscles bulge under the tight material, every motion enhancing the power that surged through him.

Darksteel adjusted the cowl over his face, sealing the heroic visage as his own. The transformation was complete. He looked down upon Valorion's still and sleeping form with a sinister smile.

"Sleep well, hero," he whispered with a cold, victorious grin. "In your dreams, you may still save the world, but in reality, it's my turn to reshape it."

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The next day, Valorion stirred awake, his senses slowly coming to life. The soft beeping of nearby machines filled his ears, and his body felt weighed down, aching from an unknown ordeal. His eyelids fluttered open, revealing a sterile, white room. The smell of antiseptic and the bright lights above made everything feel strange, unfamiliar. He blinked, adjusting to the harsh brightness, realizing he wasn’t in the warehouse anymore.

His breath hitched as he moved, his body bound not by his suit but by a stiff hospital gown. “Where am I?” he thought. He shifted slightly, his hand brushing against the cold metal railing of the bed.

Beside him, Ethan sat quietly, his eyes fixed on Valorion.

“You’re awake,” Ethan said softly, his voice calm. The young soldier was wearing a hospital gown too.

Valorion’s mind felt foggy, his memories jumbled. He glanced around at the machines, the sterile environment. A hospital? His heart quickened. “How did we get back?” he asked, his voice rough, cracking from disuse. “Back to the city?”

Ethan smiled faintly, but there was something guarded in his expression. “We were helped by some kind people,” he replied, his words vague. “They found us and brought us here. You’ve been unconscious for hours.”

Valorion frowned, his mind racing to remember. Flashes of their escape mixed with something more—something intimate. But his thoughts were fragmented, the details slipping away like sand between his fingers. He couldn’t tell if what he remembered was real or a fevered dream.

Before he could question Ethan further, the young soldier stood abruptly, his movements sharp. “You should rest more, Valorion. We can talk later,” Ethan said before swiftly exiting the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

Valorion frowned, trying to recall what had happened. Flashes of their escape blurred with memories of something more intimate, something he wasn’t sure was real or imagined. His mind raced back to the moments before he blacked out—the feeling of Ethan’s body against his. Was it just a dream? He couldn’t tell.

Valorion lay still, his thoughts circled back to the blurry memories. Had they really shared those moments together? He let out a deep breath, closing his eyes, trying to recall the missing pieces. He wasn’t sure what was real anymore.

Suddenly, the door burst open again—this time with a chaotic surge of people. Reporters, armed with cameras and microphones, flooded into the room, bombarding him with questions.

“Valorion! Can you explain the viral video?” one reporter demanded, shoving a microphone toward him.

“Viral video?” Valorion repeated, a wave of unease washing over him.

“Yes! The footage of you and this guy named Ethan!” another reporter chimed in, holding up a phone that displayed a still image—an image of him and Ethan together in an unmistakably intimate moment.

The hero’s chest tightened as panic set in. A video of him with Ethan? He scanned the room in panic, searching for Ethan, but the soldier was gone. His pulse raced as the realization hit him like a punch to the gut. There’s a video of us? His hands gripped the bedsheets, his knuckles turning white. How could this be happening? How could anyone have recorded them?

Meanwhile, down the hospital’s quiet back corridors, Ethan moved calmly, his footsteps echoing softly in the otherwise empty hallway. He slipped into an unoccupied utility room, locking the door behind him. The dim light flickered overhead as he walked toward a small mirror on the wall.

His lips curled into a malicious grin as the memories of the warehouse flooded back:

After Valorion fell into a deep slumber, Darksteel called the real Ethan to come to the warehouse. Once there, Ethan was stripped of his uniform and had struggled against his captor. However, Darksteel, wearing Valorion’s muscular form, was far too strong. Ethan’s voice had cracked as he begged for mercy, but Darksteel silenced him, using the hero’s body to dominate him completely. Every moment was recorded as Darksteel, in Valorion’s skin, had taken his time fucking the young soldier. The sounds of Ethan’s desperation echoed in Darksteel’s mind even now, as he remembered how easily he had broken the man. After that event, he had the real Ethan confined in another secret lair with a reminder of who was truly in control.

With a cruel grin, Ethan—no, Darksteel—reached up and tugged at the tip of his nose. The synthetic skin loosened, and he carefully peeled it back, revealing his true face underneath. His sharp, angular features came into view, and his cold, green eyes gleamed with satisfaction as the mask of Ethan dangled from his hand.

He reached into a nearby bag and pulled out a full mask of a bearded man, rough around the edges. With practiced hands, he slipped the mask over his face, transforming into yet another persona. He checked his reflection, ensuring every detail was perfect.

Next, he pulled out an unremarkable outfit designed to help him blend into the crowd. He donned a plain gray hoodie, faded jeans, and worn sneakers. A baseball cap, pulled low over his eyes, completed the look. The beard, the weathered face, and the casual outfit—this disguise would let him disappear into the crowd, unnoticed.

Satisfied, he slipped the Ethan mask back into the bag and unlocked the door, stepping out into the hospital hallway. Nurses and staff passed him by without a second glance as he walked through the corridors, heading for the exit.

Outside, Darksteel blended effortlessly into the bustling city streets. He paused for a moment, looking up at Valorion’s hospital window from a distance. Through the glass, he could see the chaos inside—the flashing cameras, the reporters bombarding the hero with questions. A cold smirk played on his lips as he watched Valorion’s world unravel.

With everything going as planned, Darksteel's smile widened. He turned and walked away, vanishing into the crowd like a shadow.

But the game wasn’t over.

It had only just begun.

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[ppssession]

Mystic Shop: Leather Serum

Dale is a fat young man with a fairly good education and financial status.

But unfortunately, he was not so lucky in love. He likes men, but sadly, Sky, the man he loves, even though he likes men, doesn't like Dale.

Sky is a good guy. He is Dale's good friend. But he doesn't like Dale because Sky likes men who are good looking and have a good body, which is very different from Dale.

Today, Dale chooses to confess his love to Sky, but sadly, Sky rejects him.

Dale: Why, why don't you accept my love?

Sky: Sorry, my friend only thinks of you as a friend and besides, I have a boyfriend.

They talked in a restaurant, Lael's face showed disappointment before turning into resentment.

Dale: Yes, you like men who are handsome and have a good body, which is not me.

Dale leaves, leaving Sky behind. Despite the shouts, Dale ignores them and walks away with a burning anger in his chest.

Two weeks later….

Dale spends this time watching Sky live a normal life through social media. Eventually, he meets Sky's boyfriend through social media as well, which is him. His name is Moon.

Moon is a handsome man with a great body and is also very famous on social media. He has 900,000 followers. It is no wonder that he is the boyfriend of the lovely Sky.

Dale spent a long time thinking about his plan for revenge on Sky. He intended to get revenge on Sky, but he didn't like the violent methods that might land him in jail.

He walked out and thought of various plans to use for revenge until he came near an abandoned building.

He saw a strange red light coming from inside the building, he wondered what it was so he went into the abandoned building to look. After walking for a while, Dale found a mysterious shop in the abandoned building. He looked at the shop sign that was the source of the red light. "Mystic Shop, this shop will help you change." Dale read the name of the shop along with the description below before walking into the shop and met a young man wearing a black robe covering his face. "Hello, customer of destiny.

Dale asked curiously, “The storefront said that this store will help change. Tell me what does that mean?”

The robed man smiled and placed the catalog in front of Dale. “You can understand everything by reading the catalog.” Dale took the catalog and read it, finding it quite interesting.

The catalog clearly categorizes the products, but what is strange is that the categories and items include the following: possession, transformation, body swapping, special pets, and body suits.

All the products have instructions for use. Dale was most interested in the bodysuit section. He asked the clerk, “How can I trust what’s written on it?” Dale asked, suspicious and wary.

Man in robe: I can show you an example.

The robed man picked up a pill box. He swallowed one pill. Suddenly, his face distorted. The shape of his face, the position of his eyes, the shape of his face, all changed into another man. He spoke in a new voice, “How is it, customer?”

Dale was stunned by the sight before him. He was sure that everything on the list was real. Dale chose an item from the list in the bodysuit category.

The customer selected product number 428, body suit serum. The male employee walked to the back of the store and brought a long needle with clear liquid inside.

Inside, a male employee began to explain the product, a bodysuit serum. When she injects it into the body, the body will gradually become thinner, the internal organs will dissolve and merge with the body. The person being injected will gradually lose strength and lose consciousness. Then, the back of the person being injected will gradually open up, when the person being injected becomes a bodysuit ready to be worn.

Dale took the serum in his hand and asked if I could use it on anyone. The clerk quickly replied, “Of course.” Then Lall took out his wallet. I had to pay. Although the serum was quite expensive, he thought it was worth it. After paying, the clerk spoke up, “Customer, the serum you just bought is a temporary body suit type. Its effects will only last for 30 days, so please be careful.” Dale replied, “How can I make it permanent?” The clerk put on a superior face before answering, “It will be completed in a day. You can wait and come back tomorrow to get it for a little more money.

Dale's face darkened with resentment that could not be waited for, he quickly turned around and walked away. At first, he was going to use the serum on Sky to get revenge.

But he accidentally found Moon walking to the gym, he looked at Moon before smiling evilly, he followed Moon to the gym, luck seemed to be on his side, the gym owner was fixing the CCTV and all the staff were busy so no one paid any attention to Dale.

He watched Moon walk towards the changing room. As Moon took off her shirt, Dale locked the changing room door and attacked Moon. The serum was injected into Moon's back.

When Moon felt the attack before he could do anything, his body lost all its strength, his body slowly became thin like a deflated balloon, Moon's body collapsed to the ground, the direct view made Dale feel indescribably good, not long after, Moon's back slowly opened up, revealing a gap for another person to wear Moon's body.

Dale didn't hesitate, he quickly took off all of his clothes. Once he was completely naked, Dale pulled the moon bodysuit up and put it on both legs.

The feeling of Dale's legs going into the bodysuit made Dale feel indescribably good. He was so happy that he couldn't describe it. His penis was slowly hardening. Without delay, Dale slowly pushed his penis into the bodysuit. It felt like someone was using their mouth to masturbate Dale and it was like he was fucking someone.

Dale put both hands into the arms of the bodysuit and used his big hand to guide his part into Moon's head. When Dale's head was inside the bodysuit, the hole in the back slowly closed. When it was closed, the bodysuit fused with Dale's body. Moon's muscles slowly flexed. When the bodysuit was completely put on, Moon's face slowly opened. He was not the same Moon anymore, but a new Moon.

Without delay, Dale surveyed his new body. “Look at this bodysuit. It’s so nice. I’m sure no one would envy a body like this.”

Dale used his phone to text Sky. Dale: I'm sorry for being mean to you, I get it, I'm not your type. Sky replied to Dale's text shortly after. It's okay my friend, I understand you now. Great, now Sky has forgiven Lall and he is ready to go back to Sky in this new body. "This bodysuit will definitely help me a lot," Dale in the moon bodysuit said before packing up all his things and going back home to Sky.

Upon arriving at Sky's house, he warmly welcomed Moon as his lover, not knowing that this was Dale wearing Moon's bodysuit. Dale pretended to be Moon smoothly. He knew all of Sky's preferences and was able to answer all of Sky's questions before they went to bed. Sky slowly started to get closer to Moon, urging Rome to add more atmosphere.

Moon responded quickly, he pushed Sky onto the bed. He slowly climbed up and pressed Moon's thick body against his back, leaving the target of his pants on Sky's buttocks.

“I’ve always wanted it.” Moon slowly pulled down his pants, revealing his normally large penis that was released into the air. It bounced between his hot belly and Sky’s ass. Moon quickly thrust his penis into Sky’s ass without delay. Moans of pleasure filled the room.

Their moans were like a symphony in the air, Sky's asshole squeezing Moon's cock that was thrusting in greedily with every thrust. With each relentless thrust, he climaxed. Moon's cockhead released a thick, hot stream of semen into Sky's asshole. "Very good, baby, take all of my seed in."

After the hot sex, both of them fell asleep for a while before they both woke up at 7 am. Today, Moon's body woke up at 6 am, walked to the bathroom and locked it.

Moon grabbed the toy and managed to rip it open. The bodysuit was pulled down to reveal Dale's fat body. "I need to take a shower.

Moon grabbed his neck and successfully ripped it off. The tight-fitting suit was pulled down, revealing Dale's plump body. "I need to take a shower.

After taking a shower, Ple took Moon's bodysuit and cleaned it before putting it on again. He didn't forget to use his hand to grab his flaccid penis to make it hard before inserting it into Moon's dick. Even though Dale's dick was less than half of Moon's dick, when inserted, the bodysuit combined to make Dale's dick bigger to insert. Dale pulled Moon's head and put it on completely, destroying Lael's fat body, leaving only Moon, a famous person on social media, a handsome young man with an extremely hot body.

After putting on the bodysuit, he noticed Moon's hard cock, so he slowly masturbated. His hand grabbed the hard cock up and down, massaging it lustfully. It didn't take long for him to reach his climax, and his semen splattered all over his body. Moon used his tongue to clean Min. "It tastes so good." Not long after cleaning him again, he came out to get dressed.

Sky, Moon's little husband, woke up to find his handsome husband getting dressed. "Honey, where are you going so early in the morning?" Moon quickly replied, "I'm going to meet my advertising sponsor." Sky didn't suspect much since Moon sometimes has early morning business. Moon said, "If we're done talking, I'll text you, honey." He kissed Sky goodbye before leaving the room.

Dale, wearing Moon's leotard, walks to the Mystic Shop again. This time, he wants a serum that will permanently turn Moon into a leotard.

But Dale is having trouble, he can't access Moon's credit card and account because he doesn't have the code. While waiting for the clerk to bring him the permanent body suit serum, he looks at the catalog and finds a new section that makes him smile. When the clerk arrives with the permanent body suit serum, Moon orders the clerk again, speaking in a triumphant tone, "Take item number 555 (memory reading potion for body suits).

Finished as you know I had some personal problems that made me unable to write. Now everything is getting better and I can write again. Maybe not as often as before but I can definitely write again. Thanks, see you soon. Interesting story (This story is a request from my idol. I tried to put his personality into my work along with his personality. I hope he likes it. Hehe)

[semischarmed]

Thread, Part 2

Aaand the pendulum swings back. This is your warning, this one is (in my opinion) particularly evil. 

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Charlie looked away, trying to respect his brother’s privacy. His first reaction was to recoil at seeing his naked brother. As if reading his mind, I could feel him flash confusion and then look back to confirm what he had just seen. Joey made a mad dash for his brother, dropping the needle before I tightened my control to freeze him in place.

“G-get help…” Joey managed to stammer out. “H-he’s controlling me somehow”. I bit my lip. Seeing his brother seemed to have stirred a fight in him. I looked at the needle worriedly, something Charlie seemed to have caught on to. 

Joey looked at Charlie with pleading eyes. Seeing the uncharacteristic vulnerability in his brother seemed to have stirred a rare bit of courage. 

In a speed unbecoming his form, Charlie ran to me, punching me square in the jaw. I recoiled. That hurt. A lot, actually. I looked to Charlie’s heavenly face. Even as the pain stung my cheek, and his eyes burned with a fury that brought a twinge of fear in my heart and a tickle of a little something else in my body, I couldn’t help but look at the younger brother in a new respect. 

I moaned at the pain, making sure Joey mimicked in an off-putting way. “Charlie, don’t hurt him, You’re hurting me too,” I had Joey lie. He spasmed slightly as I had to reassert my control. Charlie closed his eyes for a second, trying to rationalize the situation. His eyes were laser focused on the needle. 

The guy was way faster than his shyness gave him credit for. In a flash, he made a mad dash for the needle, and aimed it right at me. I puppetted brother against brother, pulling Joey’s meaty hand to catch Charlie’s at the last second. Fuck that was close. I sighed in relief.

I eyed the point of the needle, mere inches away from my face. I saw the gears in Charlie’s head spinning, and his determined face after. The momentary weakness painted so clearly on my face seemed to all but confirm what we both now knew to be true. Had the needle pricked me, I would not only lose the gift from the god of flesh but would have been seriously injured. 

I bit my lip. The newfound bravery painted on Charlie’s cute face made me hard as a rock but was troublesome. I sighed, puppetting my new, bicep-laden flesh to walk over and wipe the sweat from my forehead. I surveyed the two brothers. The younger, cute face brimming with determination, needle in hand. And the elder marionette of muscle, face in fear and guilt. Something else shone in both brother’s eyes, something that prompted me to lick the side of Joey’s cheek. Delicious Hope. I wanted to swallow it all for myself. Time to get creative.

= = =

“You’re going to regret doing that, Charles.” I had Joey word sternly. Charlie must not have been used to the coldness I distilled into Joey’s voice, as I saw him look dejected for a moment before eying Joey’s head shaking swiftly and his eyes trying to reassure the younger brother. Not good. My control over Joey was not absolute, and every time the brothers interracted, I could feel it waning. I had to act fast. I motioned Joey’s arm, forcing it to push Charlie back. I could tell it stung him both physically and emotionally from the stray tear that welled in the corner of his eye. Good.

“Charlie, you didn’t get to see all the fun we were having,” I forced Joey to say. Joey began to whimper as I traced my hands over his hips. With a motion of my nerves, I commanded Joey’s plump ass to grind into me. I was instantly hard.

“Look how good he is at controlling me.” I manipulated Joey’s lips into a devious smile. My hands wrapped around his should blades, then his meaty biceps, before resting on each pec. 

“I love this so much,” Joey whines. 

I furrowed Joey’s brows as I forced him to cast hateful eyes right onto Charlie. They began to tear and redden as I kept them locked onto Charlie in unblinking fury. “Why are you trying to ruin a good thing bro. What kind of brother are you?” 

My fingers delectably traced each nipple of the elder brother’s form. “I fucking want this…” I forced his tongue to hang in pleasure and his biceps up into a flex. 

“That’s it baby,” Joey is forced to say. 

With the power of the needle and my nerves all over his body, I make his head rotate to face me. He is forced to tongue me savagely, and I relished in making Charlie watch a deranged version of his brother satisfying me. The saliva from his mouth flowed past my lips in multiple spots, a testament to the force he was made to kiss me with. I flexed the needle’s power a little, allowing for more flexibility in my own flesh, so that Joey’s exploring tongue could be seen poking and prodding all over my mouth. Joey’s head recoiled back into place, facing Charlie with averted eyes. They shook in struggle but were eventually forced to lock back into him. His hands shook a little before they stroked the red threads connecting us lovingly. “Fuuuuck Charlie. I never want this to end.” I relaxed my grip of control a little, to the sound of a sobbing Joey.

“You’re right, baby. You feel so good Joey, I never want it to end either”. I couldn’t help but put on a bit of a show. That prompted a louder sob from the elder brother, before his face relayed a demented smile. “I’m your fucking puppet. Your Doll. Dress me up, work my body, fuck through me, I don’t care. Every piece of Juicy Joe is yours.” 

I pulled a few nerve endings from Joey, making a point to show them slithering wildly into the air before letting them snake into his mouth. It took a minute to reconnect some of my nerves inside him, but once they had, it felt like home. “I’m ready,” Joey moaned, dragging his fingers across his musculature. He then looked sick to his stomach, as some odd noises emmananted from the depths of his body. Joey made a slick, wet noise as his soulful eyes pulled back into their sockets and he regurgitated a large amount of semi-clear liquid right into my face. I welcomed the shower of Joey-flavored liquid. Lubrication. Joey’s face then pulled into a sneer, “Dominate this flesh. Dominate me. I did some rearranging for you. There’s a hole inside me, shaped just like you. For you. You need to fill it. Fill me. Ingrain in me. Integrate into me… Complete me.” 

I loosened Joey’s flesh, then sent my control into his meaty arms, forcing them to start stuffing my body into a widening mouth. In turn, I began to loosen my own form. It would still be a tight squeeze, but the power of the needle made one thing evident. It was possible. Charlie began to scream. “FUCK… Joey how do I help?!” 

More saliva trailed from Joey’s mouth as he pushed a little more of my body inside. “Mmmphhh” was all the older brother could manage, as his mouth fully encapsulated my head. The inside of Joey felt like a warm embrace, his wet lips like sweat laden arms beckoning my shoulders into safety. Thinking back to the needle, that’s what the inside of Joey was to me. Safety. 

For an agonizing few minutes, all Charlie could do was watch in shock, as he watched his older brother’s body force more of mine inside it. From his muffled screams, he was begging the younger brother for help. Charlie ran over multiple times, try to pry me from his brother’s insides, but I only cackled from deep inside Joey’s depths as I willed the older brother’s arms to push him away each time. “C’mon bro, you had this hot bod protecting you all throughout childhood, let someone else be protected for once.” When my arms fully slipped in, I began to grab mounds of Joey’s insides, pulling myself in deeper while he was compelled to continue jamming my flesh into his. 

Every piece of me was sweating inside Joey. After all, the human body runs quite hot, and I was surrounded by wet, warm flesh from every side. When the last of my toes slipped into his mouth, I had my meat-suit let out a satisfied sigh, like he had just eaten a large meal. Hearing the muted sound of Charlie’s whimpering from inside his dear brother was my dessert. I readjusted myself inside Joey, in the process unlatching every piece of nerve that was previously connected. 

Even without control, my new muscle suit felt heavenly to be inside. Every piece of Joey felt intensified inside him. His muscles slowly writhing as they fought to compress his form back to its normal self which in turn squeezed me tight into him. I slipped and slid, weaving myself into his flesh, as his body’s own hard-earned muscles unknowingly embedded me into their master further. I basked in being able to feel every piece of Joey around me. His raw musk was like a liquid I was drowning in. I didn’t care, Joey felt good to drown in. 

= = =

The brothers seemed to have easily caught on to my lack of control as Joey cleared his voice and hurriedly asked, “Charlie, what should we do?” From deep inside him, I could hear the younger brother begin to whimper again. ”I-I don’t know. I’ve never seen anything like this”.

“Is he dead?” Charlie asked Joey.

Joey denied this, now his turn whimpering, “No, he’s still moving in here.” I felt him turn to face his brother. “C, It feels like I need to throw up but I can’t. It feels so wrong- he feels wrong in here… I feel wrong. Like he’s all over me. I dunno how to fix this.” He steeled himself before continuing, all the while my writhing flesh inside him was slipping into any pocket of space I could find and making it my home. “Listen, you need to run and get help”.

“I can’t do that to you. What’s gonna happen to you? Can you keep him in like that?” Charlie gulped. “I can see him moving inside you. Maybe we could get a doc-“

“Charlie, No.” Joey asserted as he gripped his right ab. “I’ll be fine, just get help”. I could feel his lips pull into a weak smile. “You ever see me lose a wrestling match?” Charlie’s sniffles and lack of sound told me he was shaking his head in a smile. 

I knew I had to stop him, but my movements inside Joey were restricted. Even when he was under my control earlier, he felt clumsy to puppet as soon as Charlie came in. I sensed a bit of danger as the two continued to plot. 

“It looks like that needle thing only works once. You could feel it too, right? Like it comes with instructions or somethin,” I could tell Charlie was again nodding in agreement. “So if you prick him again, he’ll be stuck in that form. If we could get him like this, he’d be stuck and I could just spit the fucker out.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds like a plan”. 

No. They would not ruin this for me. My nerves were having some trouble fishing for Joey’s to bind and connect with. It was easy to see where to connect to before, but now being fully encapsulated by his flesh I needed to find these spots blind.I had to act fast. I slammed against the inside of Joey’s chest, feeling him stumble slightly. “Joey, what was that!?”

Even without my nervous system directly controlling him, I knew it was harder to fight against one’s own internal structure. I instantly slotted my hand into his, using his own skin like a glove. Joey groaned in discomfort. I slammed my face into his chest again, this time making sure to push tight against it, so the imprint of my growing smile could be seen from the outside. “Charlie, I-I….” With my Joey hand glove, I gathered the meat of his abs into a sleeve for my hardened cock. I pushed it forward, relishing in feeling the older brother’s own flesh pleasure me. Joey was now my personal cumrag. “I- FUCK” I heard Joey scream and then cry. Being inside his body already got me hot, so it only took a few pumps before I exploded all over his insides. I could feel Joey gag as he must have felt what I was doing with him. 

“Joey, every piece of you feels so fucking premium” I moaned from deep inside him. This was the chance I was waiting for. Joey still reeled from the sheer disgust and violation he felt. His hands shook as Charlie tried to make heads of what had just transpired. The moment of quiet gave me what I needed to finally find Joey’s nerves. Using the power of the needle, I expanded myself outside my own body, letting all my nerves reach out and connect to Joey. Without a doubt, this was me at my most vulnerable. But deep inside Joey’s flesh, I knew I was safe. This time, I also pulled my brain out, allowing it to touch Joey’s. He screamed at first contact. 

My plan was bearing fruit as more and more of my brain began to encapsulate his, burrowing deep into his folds and drilling myself into his psyche. “Holy fuck,” I felt myself blurt out. Joey’s wails were confirmation that he felt it too. Experiencing Joey carnally was one thing, but worming and meshing myself into his brain felt like deeper intimacy. I moaned as each memory of his came into view, each thought, each feeling. I felt Joey collapse into the ground, bringing me with him. His legs began kicking wildly in frustration, as his hands were dragging across the floor in front of us. “P-P-Please…. Get out of me”. I internally bit my lip as I wondered if that had damaged my new body in any way. This prime meat was too good to spoil so early.

Joey further jerked across the floor as I continued my onslaught. No aspect of Joey would not have me inside it. I inserted myself into each piece of him, relishing in owning this man to his very core. I felt his fear course through me. Partially at what I had been doing to him, but also because his now partially-corrupted brain was starting to like it, at least in a physical sense. I bonded myself into every nerve, every cell, every minute piece of the man as his toes curled in a mix of pleasure and pain. I felt him arch his back as I worked my way into his lungs and his beating heart, hijacking his athleticism for myself. Joey’s squirming settled down into tired breaths. A cool breath in. I could feel my new lungs drawing in a tremendous amount of air, a testament to Joey’s power. A quick breath out. I could feel his biceps brimming with an energy I previously never had. Another cool breath in. His lips and mine, bonded into one sensation and parting slightly. Then, one last breath out- steaming hot and damp from pleasure. Joey’s beating heart quickened for me as I bathed in the euphoria of being in this body. His eyes opened, now welcoming me to his sight as well, as we slowly focused our pupils into Charlie’s worried face. I pulled his lips into a smile. I had fully integrated into Joey’s flesh.

= = =

“Charlie.. Please… Run”. I felt myself say. Shock painted my face, and then anger. Joey had more mental fortitude than I gave him credit for. Trying to burrow deeper into his brain was starting to feel more difficult. I reached a point that felt like a wall, an impenetrable piece of him. I addressed the body I now occupied. “Joey, just give up. You don’t want to make this harder for me, trust me.” I felt Charlie hand me the needle, “J, you got this.” I sneered internally, even in his mind, he had remained Mr. Unattainable. Joey struggled, but managed to wrestle control. He opened his mouth to try to find me, holding the needle to it. He frowned, upon feeling how tangled my insides were with his. I felt a flash of fear course through him, then resolve. Without a word, he held the needle near his hand, intending to prick himself with it. This was trouble, I hadn’t solidified my control yet. 

I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt Charlie’s hand stop Joey. “Wait. Don’t do this Joey, we can find another way.”

Through Joey’s eyes, Charlie shone a warm smile. Joey’s face beamed one back, before it was twisted into cruel sneer. The younger brother gulped at the sight. It was tiny, but the sliver of defiance from Charlie earlier had given me the upper hand to usurp control. Joey still fought me, but, at least momentarily his body was mine to control. “J-Joey”? Asked a worried Charlie. I laughed pure malice. “Phew, that was close… Thanks bro”. 

I felt myself worm a little deeper into Joey’s mind once he saw the fear paint Charlie’s eyes. I placed the needle on the desk before placing my attention back on my younger brother. Maybe a part of me was happy it ended up this way. Oh Joey… you’re being so difficult. Guess I’ll have to break you in.

“Joey, what are you-”. I slammed Charlie’s head into my chest, partially covering him in the musk I now shared with Joey. Without a word, I brought my nose over Charlie’s fluffy hair. I smothered my face, nearly choking myself as I took a deep perverted whiff of the younger brother. “J-Jmppphh”, Charlie said in struggle.

”You smell so fucking cute, lil bro.” I say through Joey’s voice. Internally I felt him recoil. “But you should see how a real man smells.” I squeeze the younger brother tighter to my new musclebound flesh, drenching him in the sweat of his older brother’s struggle.

He eventually pushed me out of the way before looking horrified at the long red thread connecting from Joey to the back of his head. “J-“ was all he managed to say before his eyes rolled to the back of their sockets and he fell to the floor. 

= = =

Joey’s nerves seemed far more potent, as I flexed them into action, bringing Charlie’s body into life. His eyes were still rolled to the back of his head as he turned to face his older brother’s body. He coughed a little before his timid voice let out a little laugh. I released some control back to Joey as he shuddered. He eyed his younger brother nervously. “Fine, Juicy Joe. Make it difficult then. This boy seems weak, how bout I just take your brother and set you free.” I began to will Charlie to start removing his clothes. 

“W-Wait!” Joey exclaimed. I had the unconscious Charlie lick his lips, as I continued sensually stripping his form. I had to admit, Charlie was fucking cute. Joey gulped.

“Bro, I’m waiting.” I moaned in Charlie’s voice, wiggling the red thread of nerves connected right to the base of his skull. Charlie’s tender hands began to massage and explore every piece of his body. I had him stroke his cheeks and face tenderly. “I bet he doesn’t know what a good fucking body he has”. I say through Charlie. Then I have him slap his hands across his chest seductively. “Lil bro’s got an even tighter fit than you, but I bet he can take it”, I have Charlie tease. The red threads connecting to him wiggled a little more. “I bet I could do some real damage in this thing.” 

“S-Stop!” Joey screamed. “Okay! Okay! Just leave him alone”. I felt myself burrow another inch into Joey’s mind. Charlie really does make a nice puppet… One more for the road. I gestured Charlie to pinch and twist his nipples, promoting his foot to stomp involuntarily at the pleasure, before I disconnected the threads of Joey’s nerves.

= = =

Charlie’s eyes rolled forward when he came to, nearly crying when he realized he was now naked, nipples sore and body brimming with guilt-stricken pleasure. 

“Didn’t think I could fight him and win, didya C,” I taunted as I wrestled back control of Joey’s body. It was a little easier this time.

“You’re fucking weak,“ I spat venomously through Joey’s voice. Inside his mind, he was crying. He wanted to reassure Charlie he didn’t mean it, but with my thoughts now partially coursing through his, he genuinely did mean it. I felt Joey’s mind bind to me closer as more of his memories opened up. It looks like that did some damage. “You know what’s funny? He probably could have won,” I cackled. “Even now, he’s fighting me so hard, I can barely keep him contained… He’s got so much fight in him. I can’t wait till that’s mine”.

“Charlie, I love you”. I decided to bury the elder brother’s resolve even further. Using his hands, hands that once protected a younger Charlie from schoolyard bullies, hands that often provided reassurance to the shy freshman, I slammed Charlie to the ground. Hard. Charlie cried out in pain, and I forced Joey’s dick to harden in at the sound. I felt Joey whimper internally, now burdened with the guilt of not only doing this to Charlie, but also liking it. Of course, it wasn’t truly his emotions, at least not yet. But it had been enough. Mind battered and body sore from being rooted into, the once proud Mr. Unattainable, Mr. Juicy Joe himself relented. I felt the barrier in the flesh of his brain burst and his psyche shatter. It was likely only a moment of weakness, but a moment was all I needed. I quickly flooded into the gaps, relishing in becoming an integral part of Joey. Cum sputtered from his dick as I basked in our culmination. Every muscle tensed as we coalesced. Joey’s thoughts and emotions flowed through me, uninhibited. And now, I flowed through them, maneuvering them, piecing into them, making him feel and think my thoughts and feelings. Joey let out one last scream as he jerked his head side to side. “Get out of my head! Get out of my head! G-“ His head slung forward. Then, silence. Then a smile. My smile. I could hardly contain myself. I let out a satisfied sigh, panting from my handiwork. I was now the glue holding Joey, body and mind, together. His brain pulsed, trying to form thoughts, but I constricted, wrapping myself in them, tainting each thought before allowing them to flow back out. Fuck it felt good to think in his head. “Joey… we are one”

Being Joey’s puppeteer was raw pleasure. But being inside him? Thinking for him? Feeling for him? Knowing we were inseparably one? It transcended pleasure. Every inch of my new flesh moved to my command. No resistance, no delay. “J-Joey?” I heard a voice ask meekly. It was then that I realized I had grabbed onto Charlie to steady myself while Joey was shaking in sheer delight.

“Fuuuck dude,” I sputtered between Joey’s shallow breaths. “He’s so fucking strong”. I panted a little more. It was almost too much for me, “Look, I don’t even need my nerves to hold you down.” I teased with sinister glee. My hand kept Charlie from escaping. I shoved him to the other end of the room, blocking his escape with the body that once protected him in the past. 

“He’s got such a fucking hog too” I grunted in pleasure, as I grasped the dick of Mr Unattainable. I let out a dirty smile at my new brother. Aside from the boundless energy, Joey’s body also surged with testosterone, and it took some time to get used to the intensified essence of man that now coursed inside me. I shuddered. Being Joey felt amazing.

“Joey, Fight it!” Charlie shouted. I moved and leaned into my cute new younger brother.

“Joey’s gone bro,” I huffed nearly inaudibly. I dragged Joey’s tongue across Charlie’s cheek in a sensual perversion. Lick. “Well, not really gone. He’s always going to be with us. A part of me. Just like how I’m going to be a part of you.” Lick.

“Wanna know the best part? Joey here’s a fighter.” I grinned, first through Joey’s natural smile but then pulled it wider and wider. “Guess what his only weakness was?” I moaned, relishing in hearing Joey-flavored words come out of me. It was intoxicating being in final, full control. “Guess what finally let me take this delicious piece of ass for myself.” I ruffled Charlie’s hair tenderly, a habit I extracted from Juicy Joe’s memory. In any other circumstance, he wouldn’t have minded, as it was almost a ritual of sorts between the two. Here, he shuddered, sickened by the corruption of their brotherly bond. “It was you, bro. You made him weak... Thank you”. 

I wore the original Joey’s sincerity around me like a mask. It felt natural to slot into his behaviors and mannerisms. “See, tell me you could tell the difference. I’m your big bro,” I taunted as I started clumsily grinding into him. 

“Joey, please” Charlie pleaded. From his face, I could tell he was steadily losing hope. 

“Charlie, I’m so sorry…” Joey’s vocal cords say. “I don’t know how to stop him.”

I watched hope return to his eyes. “J-Joey. Is that you? I knew it! You’re in there! You have to fight this.”

“Charlie…. He’s too strong” Joey’s body cried. I kicked my legs and grasped my throat.

“Fight it!” 

“I don’t know how to stop him!” I repeated, before I callously laughed, eyes rolling back in sinful glee, “Because I don’t fucking want to. I was born and bred for this. Look at my eyes, can’t you tell it’s me in here? I’m Joey. The same Joey that helped you learn to ride a bike, the same Joey that taught you how to read”.

I relished  Charlie’s expression. There was no Joey left. At least, the original Joey. He knew it too. “This is all I’ve ever wanted, C. To be fucking integrated. I wanted him inside me” I huffed, as I sped up. “I wanted him wearing my skin, flexing my muscles… squeezing this hot body deep inside you.”

Charlie looked up in confusion. “J-Joey, what do you mean? 

“Little bro you’re gonna love my power. Look at this fucking bicep. Do you want this? Do you want it inside you?” I mocked as I pricked his flesh with the needle. “This little thing scared the shit out of me! Imagine if you pricked me before I got into Juicy Joe” I pouted, as I squeezed my new body’s left ass cheek. I could tell it destroyed Charlie to watch his ‘brother’ treat his own body like this. “You’re gonna be my little insurance. Mr unattainable’s gonna stay unattainable. Don’t worry, unlike Joey over here, I’ll keep you around. You don’t put up much of a fight”. I could tell each word was like a dagger stabbing into Charlie’s heart. 

“It’s gonna be a tight squeeze, but I know you can handle it. I believe in you…little bro” I moaned, dragging Joey’s hands all over Charlie’s body sensually. Horror dawned on his face as he seemed to have grasped my plan. “Here I thought Joey was fucking stupid,” I spat in laughter. “But it was his brain cells that came up with this little maneuver.” Charlie’s eyes darted wildly, trying to come up with ways to avoid the inevitable. “All those times this meatpuppet protected you when you were kids… Now it’s your turn to protect us” I kissed his soft lips savagely, dragging Joey’s tongue all over his mouth, wanting to taste every inch of my future home. I pulled from the brotherly kiss in a loud gasp for air. There was a long pause in the air as a trail of saliva hung between our two mouths.

“Now make some room for big bro”. 

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Well, what’d you think? There’ll probably be a third part to this, but it might take a minute.

[fuzzyhenry]

Coroner's Secret Life

Working in the morgue has its perks, especially with my unique... hobby. Every corpse that comes through those steel doors is like a potential new outfit to me. I've perfected my technique of preserving and wearing them like a second skin - my own little secret that nobody would ever suspect.

Today's "client" really got my attention.

Sprawled on my metal table was this massive 50-year-old white dude who'd dropped dead from a heart attack at some club. Man, he was a sight - all that soft, pillowy flesh with a layer of silver-streaked hair covering his belly and chest. Those man boobs were like two perfect cushions. But holy fuck, what really made my jaw drop was his package. His dick was a goddamn masterpiece - thick as his wrist with this gorgeous mushroom head. Even in death, it was impressive.

My latex gloves squeaked against the cold steel of my tools as I circled the table, already planning how I'd preserve this particular specimen. My fingers trembled slightly with anticipation as I reached for my first instrument...

I'm a professional first, so I go through the motions of my actual job. The Y-incision is perfect, and I document everything meticulously. Heart shows classic signs of cardiac arrest - no surprises there. But my hands are already itching to get to the real work.

I make my signature incision - one clean line down his spine, like an invisible zipper. My modified tools slide under his skin, separating it from muscle with practiced precision. It's amazing how the whole thing comes off in one beautiful piece, like peeling a ripe fruit.

The skin suit is magnificent - warm and heavy in my hands, still holding its shape perfectly. The chest hair is still soft and natural, and that gorgeous thick dick is still intact, the foreskin preserved just right. The belly fold feels so real between my fingers, and those love handles... damn, they're gonna sit just right on my hips.

The skinsuit slides into my special preservation tub with a soft splash. The fluid - my own formula that took years to perfect - immediately starts working its magic. It'll keep the skin tissue alive at a cellular level, making it perfectly wearable while maintaining that natural warmth and elasticity. I watch as it bobs gently in the solution, those hairy love handles and that impressive package floating like some bizarre aquarium display.

Turning back to the table, I deal with what's left - just muscle, organs, and bones now. Time for the clean-up. I reach for my phone and dial the familiar number.

"Yeah, got another one for you guys," I say casually to the crematory staff. "Standard procedure, cardiac arrest case. I'll have the paperwork ready."

While waiting for them to arrive, I can't help but keep glancing at the tub. In just 24 hours, that beautiful piece will be ready to wear. I can already imagine how it'll feel sliding over my own skin, those soft man boobs settling against my chest, that thick dick hanging heavy between my legs...

I lift the skinsuit from the tub, watching the excess fluid drip off in thick rivulets. The weight of it feels good in my hands - all that preserved flesh, hair, and that magnificent cock swaying as I carry it to my special drying room. I hang it carefully on my modified rack, making sure everything's properly aligned. The warm air circulates around it, drawing out the moisture while keeping the tissue supple.

Once it's perfectly dry, I fold it with practiced care - like packing an expensive suit. Into my discrete medical bag it goes, and I head home, my heart racing with anticipation.

In my bedroom, I spread it out on the bed. Fuck, it looks even better in the soft lighting here. I strip down completely, my own skin tingling with excitement. The skinsuit feels warm and inviting as I begin to step into it, starting with the legs. I guide my feet through, then my calves, thighs... The dead man's flesh envelops me like a lover's embrace. I work my arms into the sleeves, feeling the weight of those man boobs settle against my chest. The belly folds drape over my torso.

The most delicate part is always the face - I ease my head through, adjusting the eye holes, the mouth... Then I feel it - that moment when the skin fully wraps my own body heat. I'm becoming him.

But the skinsuit hangs loose on my frame - like wearing an oversized rubber suit. The belly sags, the man boobs droop unnaturally, and that massive dick flops awkwardly against my thigh. But I've got the solution right here. I reach for my special bottle, the one with the morphing formula I've perfected through years of trial and error.

The liquid burns going down, tasting metallic and sharp. Then it starts - that familiar tingling sensation spreading through every cell of my body. I watch in the mirror as my frame begins to expand, filling out the skinsuit like a balloon being inflated. My chest swells to match those perfect man boobs, my belly grows rounder and softer, pushing out until it fits snugly in the loose folds of skin. My shoulders broaden, arms thicken, and thighs expand until they're properly thick and hairy.

The most intense feeling is when my groin adapts to his massive package. I feel the stretch and pull as my own penis morphs to match his impressive size. The wrist-thick shaft fills out perfectly, that beautiful mushroom head hanging heavy and full between my newly thick thighs.

I run my hands over my new body, feeling how perfectly everything has aligned. The skin no longer feels like a suit - it's become me. Every hair, every fold, every dimple is exactly as it was on my morgue table. I grab my soft belly, feeling it jiggle realistically...

My hand wraps around my new cock, and holy fuck - it's so thick I can barely get my fingers around it. The skin is velvety soft, with those prominent veins running along the shaft just like I remembered from the morgue. I give it a slow stroke, feeling how the foreskin glides perfectly over that massive mushroom head. When I pinch the glans, a shiver runs through my entire body - the sensitivity is incredible, maybe even better than the original owner experienced.

The weight of it in my hand is intoxicating. Each stroke makes my new belly and boobs jiggle slightly. I catch my reflection in the mirror - this 50-year-old bear of a man, all soft curves and silver-streaked hair, working his massive tool. The contrast between who I really am and this borrowed flesh makes everything more intense. My thick fingers explore every inch, squeezing, stroking, teasing...

Pre-cum starts beading at the tip, and I smear it around the swollen head with my thumb. The sensation makes my knees weak, and I have to brace myself against the wall. This new penis is so responsive, so perfectly preserved...

After what feels like an hour of edging this magnificent piece of equipment, it finally happens. The orgasm builds from somewhere deep in my borrowed balls, rising through that wrist-thick shaft like a tsunami. My new body convulses - belly quivering, man boobs shaking, thighs trembling. Holy fuck, it's so different from my original body's orgasms.

The first rope of cum shoots out with such force it hits the mirror across the room. The second and third blasts are just as powerful, and I can feel every pulse through this massive meat. My thick fingers can barely hold on as the shaft throbs and pumps. The sensation is overwhelming - like my consciousness is exploding through every inch of this borrowed flesh.

I'm making sounds I've never made before - deep, guttural grunts that rumble from this bigger chest. My soft belly heaves with each breath, covered in sweat and stray drops of cum. The preserved skin responds exactly like living flesh, flushed and sensitive. That gorgeous mushroom head is still pulsing, drooling the last drops of cum...

My legs are shaking so hard I have to sit down, feeling how my heavy ass spreads on the bed, that spent dick still twitching between my thick thighs...

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[21wanderer]

Benchwarmer

“Are you going to sit there all day, Rick?” the trainer asked his best rugby player, who sat almost motionlessly on the bench. “Yeah, I’m sorry” he replied trying to sound unwell, but not too sick either.

“My stomach has been acting up all day,” he lied trying to get the nosey trainer to leave him alone. He tried his best to look like he really wanted to be here, whilst being too unwell to actually participate. Practice had just started, there was about one and a half hour to go, and the waiting time was making him anxious.

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He had prepared everything, signed up for an activity before the rugby team arrived to have access to the same locker room, replaced Rick’s water bottle with an identical one, but with the bodysuit serum and an acute laxative added, even made copies of the bathroom key and written the whole meticulous plan down in every detail to make sure nothing was overlooked. But if he thought that slipping on Rick would be a piece of cake, he was sorely mistaken. For all his planning he had forgot to account for the size of the bathrooms.

The bodysuit serum had done his trick by the time he let himself into the bathroom with the unconscious Rick, and he had managed to separate Rick’s head from his body, so he could slip into him, but crammed into the tiny bathroom, that just wouldn’t work.

He needed more time... and space, but he couldn’t risk anybody walking in on him. He carefully unlocked the bathroom door peering into the empty locker room. He had an idea, hopefully it would work, he obviously couldn’t afford to mess this up.

Rick’s teammates had already called for him, and he had been in the bathroom for almost 15 minutes, he needed to get out there, before they became suspicious.

Jolting out of the bathroom, he headed straight for Rick’s bag and rugby gear, from the bag he pulled out Rick’s sub suit as well as his socks and boots. He retreated to the bathroom with it, and it was much easier to pull on. The baggy suit would be the best way for him to hide his body, whilst he pretended to be Rick.

He slipped into the slightly amorphous suit, zipping everything, then quickly pulled on Rick’s socks and boots. The socks obviously hadn’t been washed since last practice, but he didn’t mind at all. That aroma would belong to him soon enough. He then grabbed Rick’s lifeless face and slipped it on, and he needed to do it quickly. Plunging his head into the hollow throat, he soon found the eye-holes and from there, he could begin to adjust the mask, making sure eyes, nose, mouth and ears all were aligned properly.

From any outside perspective he looked exactly like Rick, and as long as he kept the suit on, nobody would know. Checking if the coast was clear again, the Rick-imposter left the bathroom. He stuffed the headless Rick-suit into a locker and locked it, he would have to retrieve it after the game. He checked himself one last time in the mirror, the face was animate, Rick’s charismatic face moved as if it was his own. But he did not feel safe yet, if anybody saw the unfit body underneath…

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With everything securely zipped, he made his way to the field outside, but headed straight for the benches. Now all he had to was to be patient and wait, it would be so worth it, once the waiting time was over. And although he was nervous, it did feel good to finally be in the position, where people saw him as Rick, being dressed in his clothes, seeing the world through his eyes. Soon the rest of the athlete’s body and life would be his. He just needed for practice to end, and for everybody to go home. Then he could take the final step.