tftrickstergod
TFTricksterGod
Here for body swaps, possessions, shapeshifting, and other TF stuff, especially race change! I love role-play! Hit me up if you're 18+, I don’t bite, I'm a good boi... (no pedophiles, no fascists)
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Not so shy anymore, isn't he? Yes he still preferred to lock himself in his room, but his stream is less about playing games and more about him flexing and showing off his muscles for everyone to fap to while ticking off his Amazon wishlist or fill his Venmo
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He flailed on his own couch as he sensed the invading force resistant to give up in his puckered ass hole. And the longer he writhed and moaned in delight and frustration, the deeper the control of the invading spirit as possession is almost certainly irreversible until the spirit weakened first or there's a medium that guide them
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I wake up, rub my eyes, and catch a glimpse in the mirror-wait, this isn't me. This is... wow. Tall, built, tan, and that moustache? I run my hands through my hair... whoever this guy is, he takes care of himself, and I have to admit, I look good.
Like, really good.
As I keep looking at myself in the mirror, admiring how well this body fits, a strange feeling creeps in. It’s like I’m wearing someone else’s life, and not just their skin. I start going through his phone…my phone now, I guess…and the messages, the social media… they tell a story I didn’t expect.
This guy wasn’t just anyone. He was the kind of guy who would���ve hated the original me. Homophobic jokes, harsh comments, liking posts that made my stomach turn. A life lived in judgment of people like me. The irony hits hard, here I am, living in the skin of someone who would’ve spat at who I am, maybe even at who I’ll become now that I’m wearing his face.
But I’m not him. This body, as perfect as it is, doesn’t define who I am. Maybe that’s the real karmic twist: now I get to live freely in the shell of someone who never would. Feels like a poetic kind of justice. I’m going to live the life he never would, the way I’ve always wanted to.
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Once he put on the cap, he started to fill out his tank top and shorts as he transformed from the runt Mexican college dropout to a bonafide Mexican daddy ready to run his gym. He's done this for years but it's never get boring to witness the way his muscle swole, his face aged handsomely as his jaw squared and his look refined and his package enlarged inside his once loose jockstrap. Now he's ready for the day to brief his oblivious staffers for the daily operation and welcomed his friends and patrons
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He has every right to be cocky and confident now after he possessed his uncle studly physique. Now, time to download Grindr to see if there's anyone big enough to tear his uncle's straight virgin hole and turned him into a muscular bottom bitch, maybe then he will move to that next person because he wanted to be inside the most masculine, domineering piece of shit out there until he started pounding holes, and his uncle is just a stepping stone for it
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