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Half work, double fun
Well I just couldn’t get enough of dilf tf so I commissioned @d666___ on twitter to do this. It’s also inspired by the amazing stories from @dumb-and-jocked :D
The original link: https://twitter.com/D666___/status/1626307763784802304?s=20
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Caption Series - The Commuter
Trains were an excellent place for people like me. I could drive, and often did long distances, but day to day it was much more convenient, and much more fun to not.
You see, trains are full of a huge variety of people. All shapes and all sizes, all going off somewhere different. There were the smartly dressed people typing away at a laptop that you knew were going to work; the groups of friends often young and off somewhere fun; the people napping that clearly got on early and were going a long distance. Always a hub of activity, they were the best place to find new targets.
You see, ever since I was a teenager I've had the ability to steal traits from others. Make skin to skin contact, then with just a thought I could steal any physical attribute I wanted and they'd be left with whatever I used to have as a replacement. Reality didn't exactly warp around me to fit the physical changes, I certainly wasn't that powerful, it was more like a filter over people's perception. They'd see who I was now and who I'd been if they noticed, but wouldn't see anything wrong. I could show the ID I had for my old body before having time to update it and people would smile and accept it after a few moments instead of saying I'd stolen it.
It was an ability I had a good deal of fun with in the years since I developed it. And, as I'd discovered, a busy public place like a train where you also had time to scope out people who you knew weren't going anywhere fast was perfect. Perfect whenever I got the itch for something different.
Take today for example.
I'd been playing the role of a handsome, clean cut young businessman for a good few months. I'd made the odd small change, but largely I stayed this dark haired, muscled young stud that claimed to work in finance whenever I splashed my cash around at bars. I was rich yes, but not from working the job I claimed. When you'd been around as long as me with these abilities it was easy to build up a vast wealth.
Now though I fancied something different.
It'd been long enough like this, so I wanted to shake things up. It was time for something drastic, so I set a day aside to just fix myself up a new body. Usually if I fancied a small change I'd do it on the way somewhere else when the mood struck. This was different though, as I tended to hop between trains going back and forth from a busy city around rush hour.
So, with a bag slung over one shoulder holding a change of clothes for what I had in mind, I got on my first train of the day. Early to catch the morning rush, one of the best times.
The main goal had been size today. I wanted to get bigger, pack on as much muscle as I reasonably could to try something further away from the smartly dressed man I'd been for a while. Some huge jock with more muscle than brains. It'd been a while since I was anything close to that.
Seat to seat, train to train I went for a few hours that morning. It took a while to find the right people and the right situation often. There wasn't always a guy I could take from, and getting the right moment made things harder. Brushing past them on a busy journey; stumbling as the train turned or stopped; sat next to them and accidentally bumping legs. It was an art to keep suspicions low.
I did get there though, little by little. Over about an hour I stole from at least three different men until I'd grown to a size I was happy with, and changed twice. The t-shirt I packed didn't fit when I'd changed in the train bathroom, so the tank would have to do. Gone was the clean cut businessman I'd been for a while, now the dominant stud was here to stay.
I'd even leached a few tattoos from one emo dude I hadn't been able to resist. Down my arms and a few over my chest, it just added to the rough jock appearance I'd spent the morning crafting.
By midday I was satisfied I'd taken everything I wanted to. Size increased dramatically, small other edits like tattoos and a hint of stubble, all sculpting this new persona of mine. Now I just needed to enjoy it.
Home had been the next destination I had planned. Away from whatever city I'd ended up in after the last train journey, now it was time to kick back and relax until I got back on familiar ground. I took a few minutes to grab a quick bite to eat, which was a lot larger than a quick bite should be, then made my plans to get home. I had some reorganising and admin to do after such a big change after all.
I dropped down into my seat on the train and for once didn't bother subtly inspecting who I was next to. Often I did as a reflex, but now I wasn't looking for anything else. I was done, or at least I thought I was.
A few minutes into the journey though I realised the dude wasn't moving at all. Not like most people did as they waited; typing or scrolling or turning a page of a book. No, this guy just sat there. I glanced over, curiosity getting the better of me, and couldn't help my smirk. Asleep. Something I saw only occasionally, usually early in the morning. This guy probably had a long way to go so was taking the time to rest.
It was an opportunity too good to resist. I knew what I wanted from him too, something I'd never actually tried before. He was black, and here with the change I wondered what it'd be like to try it. I'd changed so much already, experimented with the opposite gender too at one point in the past; what was this but another branching experiment?
So take I did.
The sleeping black dude was replaced with a sleeping white guy as I drained the colour from his skin, the defining features from his race. Wide nose and thicker lips, and just a little more of his facial hair whilst I was there. Weaving it into myself and marvelling as I watched my skin get darker before my eyes. I'd seen a lot of changes with these abilities, but this one hadn't crossed my mind before. I was glad now it had though, because it brought with it a rush of newness I hadn't felt in a long while.
The tank didn't fit by the time I was finished. I'd gotten a little carried away and taken what little muscle the guy had too, but honestly it was worth it. He wouldn't know it was gone, wouldn't notice anything wrong with himself just as no one did with the now hulking black stud I now had become.
I already knew as I finally stepped off the train I wouldn't be leaving this body anytime soon. I wanted to take a good long time in this body after I'd spent so long on it, especially with the almost accidental last minute addition. A year at least, maybe more. Maybe I'd take 10 years even and just make minor adjustments to being a black jock. It'd been a while since I let myself get comfortable for that long as one thing.
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So that's my story, since you wanted to know, assuming you even believe it. Might be a while before I update you again on how I'm doing, living the black stud life and all. Been more fun than I've had in a long time, so I'm not gonna be stopping anytime soon!
Anyways, signing off here. Gotta hit up the gym with some new buddies. I don't need to, but where's the fun of being a jock without getting into it and getting a good hard workout in? Ttyl!
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Yilmaz
When I first saw Yilmaz, I didn’t think he was real. Only AI could craft a body so perfectly. There is a fullness in this Turkish man’s beard that I could never hope to compete with. It all helped to accentuate a perfectly chiseled face. He was so exceptionally attractive I couldn’t help but stalk him a little bit. I figured out where he lived and went to the gym. I studied his work schedule, even planning his route back home. I found a syringe in his gym bag. I knew a body like that couldn’t be 100% natural. I decided to swap that syringe out for the bodysuit serum. Just as I planned, he inadvertently converted himself into a bodysuit. I go to the locker room to collect my newest acquisition off the floor.
I couldn’t wait to put him on. My body adjusted to its new form, and I felt heavy walking under my new bulk. I admire this beautiful body that he has given me. There’s beautiful muscle tone, dusted with a light carpet of body hair. I grasp my new car and look in the mirror with pride.
I love my new Turkish body. I’ve never been at a loss with what to do in my new skin. But I feel unlimited. It’s like I’ve hit the bodysuiter jackpot.
I think I’m gonna stay in him for sometime. I might make him my new permanent skin. If I lose myself within him, it’s worth it.
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Gym Crush
Oops. I will need to record this again. I found a way to swap bodies with my gym crush and I wanted to post my first story as him on his Instagram. I had watched enough of them to know exactly what he normally does and I could not wait to do it from inside his body. But now that I watch it back, I will need to do it again. I was able to stay in character for a few seconds (except for a big smile) but then I totally lose it because I'm just so excited! I have never had abs before and seeing his.. no MY bulge and ass like this for the first time was just too much. Can't wait to get home and explore some more.
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Winner
I was so happy when I saw the results of the race. For a bit, I thought that Ronan was going to win. It's not that I hate him, but he is a douchebag, so I wanted to become someone else. Gladly, Peter came from behind and surprised everyone with his last minute win. He doesn't know that the gold medal has been enchanted with a body swap spell and the moment that it hangs around his neck his soul will be transported into my old frail body. Yeah, looking at this athletic young man, I am certain that I will enjoy being him.
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White Savior
Act 1
I waited for several hours, until the assistant told me that Mr. Rogers was ready to meet me. It was nerve racking to see someone like him. You know, everybody knew that he owned half of the city. He had money and his office showed it, as it was covered by expensive stuff. My only hope was that he would help my endeavor.
“Mr. Rogers, thank you for receiving me” I said as I approached the old man.
“Cut the bullshit, you come for money. Don’t you?”
“Yes… but if you hear my proposal.”
“I have read your proposal. You are the one trying to open that center.”
“A non-profit with the goal of helping kids from troubled families.”
“Oh, you are that type of guy. A white savior, ready to support those that are beneath you.”
“It is not…”
“Save your words. Even the people that you are trying to help will mistrust you”.
“Well, thank you for your time, sir.”
“Don’t sound so defeated. Who told you that I am not going to help you?”
“Really! That would be awesome.”
“But first… answer this question. What will you sacrifice in order to create this endeavor a reality?”
“Anything sir”
“Even your soul?” The man said and I just remained in silence. It was a weird question.
“Yes, it is for the greater good” I answered a bit doubtful.
“Well, then I am open to make a deal.”
“A deal?”
“I have borrowed this body for a long time. But it is now to old. I want a new one.”
“What, you sound crazy.”
“I will put your soul inside a more appropriate body to run your non-profit and a million bucks. That sounds like a sweet deal to me.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
I didn’t want to accept that I was dealing with a devil. But the flickering lights, the smell of sulfur and the shadows moving on the walls were more than convincing. Was I willing to sacrifice everything that I was for this dream. Sill, It is true what he said. People had told me that they don’t need a white savior, that they will only accept the help of someone that looked like them. I hesitated for a bit, but I was certain that I will have no other opportunity like this. “What will be the next steps?” I asked. The old man smiled, knowing that I have given my consent to the deal. All happened very fast. I saw that thing leaving Mr. Roger’s body. I felt a big energy entering my body. For a bit there was darkness. When I opened my eyes, I realized that I couldn’t move. I saw my body stretching from afar. I looked in silence as my soul stay trapped inside a doll or something like that. My body looked at me. “Don’t worry, I always fulfill my part of the deal” he said before walking away.
Act 2
Days become weeks. It was so lonely, I wanted to cry. I wanted to yell and every second I regret the deal that I had made with the devil. However, after waiting for so long, the doors of that room opened, and I saw that monster accompanied by someone. I knew him very well… he was a friend of my childhood years. However, after college, we grew apart.
“I told you Jerremy, can you believe that we are here.” – the demon inside my body said.
“Really man, when you told me that you inherited Mr. Rogers fortune, I couldn’t believe it.”
“I also cannot believe it. But we are here.”
“I just wanted to ask… why now?”
“What?”
“It has been nice, don’t take it wrong. But why you approached me after so many years.”
“I wanted to see my old friend.”
“I think that is bullshit. If you were friend with Mr. Rogers, it means that you are into dark stuff.”
“Really?”
“Everybody in east town knows that there is bad shit going here.”
“That is definitely true. So, let’s stop playing games” - My body immediately snap his fingers and all the doors closed.
“Nate what have you done?”
“No, no, no. Nate is no longer here. You can call me with whatever name you want. Maybe Mr. Rogers. Or Mr. Kelsey. I have borrowed so many names in the past.”
“You are a demon.”
“Bravo! You are not as dumb as you look… you see, do you like my meat suit? It was not so hard to get. Look at it, how do you feel to know that your old friend succumbs to my temptations.”
“What do you want?” Jerremy yelled.
“A deal… but don’t worry it is a fair deal.”
“I don’t want anything from you.”
“But you do, Jerremy. You are a personal trainer, but your life has been going downhill since that bitch accused you from sexual assault. We all know its all lies… but nobody would believe a black man like you.”
“Where you involved in that?”
“Yes, there is no point in denying it. Your records are tarnished, but one word and all of that will be gone. But that is not enough. I can give you more.”
“I don’t have a price.”
“I know that your sister has cancer. So sad that someone like her, with a brilliant future ahead, just turn off in a blink of an eye.”
“You monster”
“You can save her. Don’t you want that?”
“Yes, I will do anything to cure her. What do you want in return?”
“One life for another one. You die today as a hero. Work with me, she lives, and your name would be clean. Walk away… and… well, you know what happens.”
As I saw the conversation. I didn’t know what to think. This man was being manipulated by a devil. I wanted to help him, to stop him from making a big mistake. But everything was to no avail. Then I saw as both men shake their hands and immediately, I felt a big electric shock. It took me a while to realize that I was human again. I look up and saw my body.
“Don’t look shocked boy.” My body said with a creepy smile.
“You killed Jerremy” I muttered not believing the sound of my new voice.
“No… I make a deal with you. Now, you can make your dreams come true.”
“What happened to the real Jerremy.”
“He self-sacrificed himself, don’t worry. He is probably in heaven. You, on the other hand, well …you will come with me when the time comes.”
“I did this.”
“Yes Nate… or should I call you Jeremy? Now go, before I call security”.
Act 3
The last couple year had been of a lot of adjustments. I felt like an impostor whenever I talked with Jerremy’s parents, sleep with his girlfriend, or help some dudes with their form at the local gym. I felt like an impostor because that is what I am. I stole his family and friends their beloved Jerremy. So, I promised myself that I was going to do everything in order to compensate them… knowing that nothing would atone the sin that I had committed. The first couple of months, that was the only thing that I have in mind. To help Jerremy’s sister to get better and restart her life as she finally got out of the hospital. Work hard to ensure that my new parents didn’t have any need and focus on cleaning up my new name. It took time, but it seems that everything will work out for my new family.
After a year, I start working again on my non-profit. Quickly, it got tracking and I received so many donations that I couldn’t believe it. It was all in the news. A young black man, who struggled all his life, now is helping thousands. It was not another story of a white savior; it was a story of self-improvement. Of a self-made guy that has gone through a lot in order to make some good. Media outlets love that story, all of that bullshit, and now, we are here. Today, I am winning an award for my service to the community. Now everything is clear for me, I stroke the deal with the devil, not because I wanted to be good. I stroke the deal, with that monster, because I wanted that everybody admire me. I now have that, and I feel so empty. I can smile at cameras, but they are empty smiles. How can I be happy while knowing that everything is a lie. That no matter how much good I do from now on, my soul is destined to go to hell. I should try to enjoy the moment. It is a long shot, but maybe there is a way to go back to that devil and trick him to get back my soul.
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The School Reunion, an interactive story
Outline
Welcome, to “The School Reunion, An Interactive Story”. A tale following a man named Josh Pallas who is retuning to his hometown in order to celebrate his 10-year high school reunion. Choose wisely as your decision would determine his destiny.
Here is the complete outline of the story:
Chapter 1: Back to town
—– Chapter 2a: The revelation
———- Chapter 3a: The temptation
—————-Chapter 4a: An awkward reunion
—————-Chapter 4b: Backstabber
———- Chapter 3b: All alone
—————-Chapter 4c: A stranger's face
—————-Chapter 4d: A new mission
—– Chapter 2b: Newfound power
———- Chapter 3c: An old friend
—————-Chapter 4e: The interview
—————-Chapter 4f: Unexpected change
———- Chapter 3d: Payback
—————-Chapter 4g: A cursed man
—————-Chapter 4h: My reflection
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As the two shredded men entered the taxi, both of them sighed with relief. They admired each other form, before one of them started speaking to break the stillness within the taxi
"Solid catch for the night, the smirk makes you look fucking sneaky,"
"Yup, the guy's smirk captivated me when he swooned that chick with those sweet nothing in her ear. He smirked at his friend upon finger fucking her in the middle of the dance floor but I couldn't help to steal it right then and there. Not to mention these abs of his too,"
"Fuck, I bet he's really good looking. You blended it well with the Arab eyes you stole earlier,"
"Turkish, actually. Got the Turks cock too. You're not too shabby looking either, Marine?"
"Yup, former Marine. Just stole the whole set and gave him all my past attributes. Not like he noticed anything, and I think I was too drunk to mix and match,"
"Sharp one. So, does our driver over here want to join some action with his own self? After some observation, you're looking quite sharp, bro," said Sheldon as he shapeshifted exactly to the driver's look, much to the shock of the driver that instantly hit the brake upon seeing the oddities in the backseat
"What the actual fuck?" He said out loud, which is mimicked by Sheldon with a smirk from the backseat as he somehow gained instant connection to the mind of the driver and can copy to the tee whatever steps he wanted to take
"We're looking real good bro, do you want to raise the stake and make it a threesome between the three of you? The more the merrier," said Sheldon grinning to his partner in crime, which quickly understood the cue and shapeshifted himself also to resemble the driver. Even though it's 2 AM, the night is still young for the three men now entangled in an unexpected predicament
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The cursed belt
Yesterday when I was at the WWE live event I finally made my move... I cursed one of the title belts. So I was going to swap bodies with whoever was about to win thst title!
It must have been a sign of fate that Austin Theory won the title...
I mean look at me now! Laughing and enjoying this body to the fullest. The only thing that might not work out for me is the missing wrestling knowledge...
But with muscles like thsese it should be easy right?
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Short Stolen.
The ruler of the Gym left his items at the locker room. His bag was wide open in a empty room. As he turned the corner i snook up to said bag and stole his favourite shorts. I then ran to the changing room and put them on. Suddenly I was in the Locker room out of nowhere.
I looked around and saw that it worked. Not only do I get to keep the Gym king’s shorts but is body as well. it was a dream come true
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I saw Ben at the gym finishing for the day and decided to strike up a conversation. The only problem was he was a total dick, the epitome of a douche bag.
I use those words carefully, because that’s what I made him into, a dick and a douche bag. I stole his body and trapped his mind in my new dick and a douche I bought to clean my ass out to be fucked by every guy he previously was rude too.
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Leo was the top fitness influencer I’m the area, which was saying a lot, since he lived in a tropical paradise and everyone looked amazing. However, this notoriety made him a target of those who were jealous. He often had to defend against rumors or people claiming he wasn’t natural. But he never thought he’d have to defend his literal body.
Julius decided it would be fun to just skip to the fun part and not do any of the work to earn the body, and do he possessed Leo, who happened to be on a photo shoot at the time. As soon as he got control, he realized his mistake. He felt himself faltering, he knew this body was too powerful for him to control and he collapsed.
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I first got the idea from a trashy fantasy movie, but I’d made it work. Several tattoos were highly specialized spells improving one or more physical aspects on my body. I used regular tattoos to hide the magic ones, I couldn’t risk anyone discovering my secret.
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My workout partner walked in on me putting on my bodysuit. Looks like I’m going to have to overpower him and make him into a suit too. That sucks, I liked working out with him, but I can’t risk him telling anyone my secret.
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Norbert was a pathetic loser when I met him, short, weak, horrible skin, a total nerd and outcast. I agreed to change all that for him, in exchange for his total submission, he knew it was a horrible deal but couldn’t refuse, he had to change himself.
To bad he doesn’t remember he’s always been tall, hot and the literal definition of a jock. I just ducked with HIS memories to make him think things were different to make him agree to the deal.
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That bottle was full of the potion. He had no idea I’d spiked his drink but by now it’s too late. He’s lost too much of his free will to resist. I’ll order him to finish the drink and then send him the spell to surrender his body to me.
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My sister and her husband constantly travel, and whenever they leave they usually ask if I will watch over their house. This time, they were going out of town for a week, and asked me to stay over full time. I immediately accepted as I knew it would be the perfect time to use my power. As soon as they left, I raided her husbands closet and tried on a few of his tanks. I found one that really smelled like him and walked over to the mirror. I planted my feet firmly into the ground and began my transformation. I watched as dark ink began to slowly spread across my skin and form into various tattoos. As the tattoos molded into their shape, I felt my muscles began to grow and fill out. My biceps doubled in size, as hair began to sprout across my forearms, and my hands grew meatier in size. I felt my chest begin to swell in size and inflate. I lurched my head back and let out a slight moan as I felt my eyes roll back due to the changes I was feeling across my whole body. I rolled my head back down and saw that my face matched my sister's husbands perfectly, with his strong face, and beard staring back at me. I immediately used my larger hands to scratch my beard as I checked out my reflection. I had the largest smile on my face as the transformation ended. My crotch was getting stiff, so I knew I needed to take care of that. I wrapped my muscular hands around my new girthy member and began to stroke it. I was intoxicated looking at my reflection watching my large muscles pump with each stroke. I watched as my jaw dropped from the feeling before bursting all over the mirror. I left the mirror dirty as I turned and put on one of his favorite hats and dirty shorts before walking out of the bedroom. I stood in the kitchen and took a deep breath. This week was going to be amazing in this body.
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