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Desires and Deception: Snake Operation Part 1

The thunderous cheers of the crowd faded away as I pumped my fists and struck a final victorious pose. The gleaming trophy for first place felt heavy in my curled arm, the stage lights casting a sheen over every ridge and valley of muscle on my competition-ready physique.

It was a moment of triumph that sent a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins, amplified by the electric atmosphere of the event. From the front row, I could see Giovanni Salvatore on his feet applauding, his gaze fixed intensely on me. The plan was working flawlessly.

As the crowd dispersed within the opulent hotel hall, their murmurs echoed like distant thunderclaps. Since the bodybuilding contest was over, I handed my trophy to a member of my staff for safekeeping.

Descending from the stage, I navigated through the thinning clusters of guests, making my way toward Giovanni. With a respectful nod and acknowledging the presence of his vigilant guards, I approached Giovanni for a conversation. The faint scent of smoke mingled with his perfume, teasing my senses.

"Mr. Salvatore, thank you for gracing us with your presence tonight. Your support means a lot," I said, my voice carrying an air of unwavering confidence.

"Leave us," he instructed his guards. With a subtle gesture, they retreated, granting us a semblance of privacy amid the crowd.

"Congratulations for winning, Derek. Your dedication to your passion is truly admirable," Giovanni remarked, his gaze fixed on mine.

"I can tell there's more to you than meets the eye. What's your story, if you don't mind me asking?"

The question hung in the air, stirring a mixture of nerves and excitement within me. The truth was, I wasn't actually Derek Steele, the fitness influencer and professional bodybuilder.

My real name is Alex, a specialized undercover agent tasked with taking down Giovanni's powerful crime empire.

Wearing a high-tech full body muscle suit that clung to me like a second skin, I matched Derek's physical appearance and exuded the confidence of someone who had elaborately planned this moment. Having trained rigorously for over a month, I captured Derek's personality and mastered his mannerisms perfectly to seduce Giovanni.

The real Derek is in our custody and wasn't even aware that I had assumed his identity for this dangerous assignment.

“I have many stories," I replied, my tone measured and calculated. "Some would say I'm a businessman, while others might call me a visionary.

Giovanni raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Visionary, eh? Do you have a business proposal for me?"

Before I had the chance to respond, Giovanni's hand made a swift move, targeting the bulge of my crotch under the shimmering fabric. Instinctively, I held back just in time, subtly shifting away from his advance while keeping my composure intact.

"Indeed, I do. But perhaps we should discuss it in a more... private setting."

"Of course," he replied smoothly. "Follow me to the penthouse. We can talk business there."

Giovanni and I made our way to the luxurious elevator together with Marco, Giovanni's most trusted bodyguard. The doors closed behind us, and we ascended towards an exclusive floor reserved for the Mafia boss, my heart racing with anticipation.

Marco frisked me to ensure my safety at the suite. Upon disembarking on the 47th floor, Marco guided us through a labyrinth of corridors until we stood before an imposing set of intricate glass doors. There, Marco left us alone before the entrance to the suite.

As Giovanni pushed the doors open, I was greeted by a stunning display of wealth. The interior was a masterclass in elegance and design, with opulent furnishings that whispered tales of far-flung travels and exquisite taste.

"Make yourself comfortable, Derek," Giovanni said, gesturing towards the plush seating arrangements that adorned the room. "Would you care for a drink?"

I declined politely, my focus unwavering as his gaze locked onto the contours of my toned muscles.

Giovanni poured himself a drink, the clink of ice against glass punctuating the silence between us.

"Come, Derek," he said, his voice low and commanding. “Before we go further with this discussion...let me have a taste of that body first,” he continued, a smirk playing on his lips.

My pulse quickened at his words, a mixture of apprehension and determination lurking beneath the veneer of seduction.

Giovanni wasted no time in unbuckling his belt, allowing his pants to fall to his ankles. He then shed his navy blue blazer and removed his white polo shirt. The sight of his toned muscles beneath the fabric sent a ripple of awareness through me, reminding me of the dangerous game we were playing.

With a nod and a carefully crafted smile, I watched as he walked confidently toward the master bedroom, leaving me to follow in his wake.

The air thickened with anticipation as I crossed the threshold into the dimly lit bedroom. Giovanni was already lying on the bed, beckoning me over with a devilish smile when I entered. His eyes gleamed with a hunger that mirrored my own, but beneath the surface, I remained cool and composed, a master of deception playing my part to perfection.

“Strip and dance for me, Derek,” he purred, turning on the music.

I removed my glittered posing trunks, revealing my bare ass to Giovanni. He admired my physique with a hungry gaze — lingering on my rippled, broad arms, tracing the sculpted depth of my chest, and the tight contours of my chiseled abs.

Then, he instructed me to strut around the room. Complying, I showcased my muscular form, swaying to the music, his eyes tracking every move I made.

Each step I took was meticulously calculated, every word crafted with deliberate care. To Giovanni, I was the willing prey, the unsuspecting victim ensnared by his seductive charms.

He fancied himself as the hunter in this game, but little did he know, I was the one orchestrating the dance between predator and prey. Everything was unfolding exactly as planned.

"Dance for me like no one's watching," he said with his eyes fixated on my movements. I continued my performance with the feeling of excitement building inside me.

Caught in the thrill, I was abruptly stopped by Giovanni's command. "Let me have a closer look at your cock," he demanded, his attention fixated on my crotch.

I hesitated momentarily but then turned around to reveal my aroused state. In reality, it was a realistic prosthetic, designed to cover my own, its tip filled with a sedative resembling semen, poised to incapacitate him upon ingestion. The substance had begun to leak, and I needed to act quickly before it became noticeable.

“Oh, you're feeling excited, huh? You've got quite a nice cock there,” he remarked, his eyes gleaming with desire. I looked down, pretending to be flushed with embarrassment.

“I wanted to give you a treat,” I replied hesitantly, knowing that the plan was going as anticipated but also aware of the risks involved. As Giovanni continued to observe me, he noticed the clear liquid dripping from my erect cock. His eyes widened with surprise and amusement.

“Are you dripping precum? That's a lot,” he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with delight.

“Yeah, it happens sometimes when I'm really horny,” I replied with a grin, knowing that the ruse was working. Giovanni was completely taken in by my charade.

"I want to taste it," he said with a wicked grin. Before I could say anything, he got on his knees and took my erect cock into his mouth, sucking it with undeniable enthusiasm.

He sucked with a hunger that was almost primal, his tongue swirling around the shaft as his lips engulfed the tip. I looked down at him, my heart pounding in my chest as I wondered if the sedative was taking effect.

“Oh my god... you taste so good,” he mumbled, his words slightly slurred.

To my surprise, Giovanni showed no signs of slowing down. In fact, he seemed to be more energized than before.

Confused and somewhat panicked, I decided to just go with the flow and see where things led. The sedative continued to flow out of my artificial cock, dripping down Giovanni's chin and onto the floor.

I just remembered that I needed to ensure enough of the sedative had entered his bloodstream to knock him out, as the effect would take a while. So, I continued to thrust into him with full force.

He didn't seem to notice or care, lost in the pleasure of tasting my synthetic cum. After what seemed like an eternity of passionate sucking, Giovanni eventually released my cock from his mouth, allowing some of the cum to drip onto the floor. He wiped his mouth, then scooped up some of it and rubbed it onto his own throbbing erection.

“Lean forward and let me lick your ass,” he demanded with a hungry look in his eyes.

Playing along to continue the charade, I obliged, bending forward to offer myself to him. Giovanni, eager and impatient, quickly spread my cheeks and dove in, his face pressing against me. The sensation of his tongue, licking and nibbling at my entrance, sent shivers of pleasure through me.

"Mmmmm... this is so good," he murmured against me, his breath warm against my skin, his voice vibrating with savory pleasure.

The pleasure was overwhelming, causing me to moan and writhe. My entire body trembled on the edge of release. Giovanni, sensing how close I was, redoubled his efforts, his tongue dancing over my most sensitive spot with a precision that promised nothing but ecstasy.

After it was over and his whispers faded into silence, I stood up and turned to see the satisfied expression on Giovanni’s face.

"Fuck, you taste so good, buddy," Giovanni said, his smile beaming with pleasure.

The way Giovanni looked at me, it was strange—his mannerisms, his choice of words, even his actions seemed off from the Giovanni I had meticulously researched for over a month. It was as if I was dealing with a completely different person. This realization sent a ripple of alarm through me; the sedative hadn't taken effect yet, and I found myself scrambling mentally for another way to keep this unfamiliar Giovanni engaged.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? You seem a bit... distant," Giovanni's voice, laced with concern, broke through my thoughts.

I shook my head, plastering a practiced smile on my face to dispel any doubts he might harbor. "No, I'm fine. Just a little tired from the competition, that's all," I lied, hoping my voice sounded more convincing than I felt.

"Well, we can always take things slow tonight. No need to rush," he replied, his smile disarming.

"Thanks, Mr. Salvatore," I said, offering a gesture of respect and a momentary mask for my racing thoughts.

"Just call me Daddy," he insisted, his eyes softening, reducing the distance between us.

"Of course, Daddy," I acquiesced, my heart pounding not just from fear but also from the adrenaline and the sheer awkwardness of the situation.

"Maybe this will help you relax," he said as he wrapped his arm around my neck and leaned closer for a kiss.

As our lips touched, I pressed on, letting the kiss deepen, letting myself get lost in the illusion of passion. For now, I had to keep up the act, to play the part of the willing participant.

At that moment, a sudden memory flashed through my mind. I recalled that medications administered through the rectal mucosa can result in faster absorption into the bloodstream. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me.

Without raising suspicion, I discreetly activated the hidden mechanism in my realistic prosthetic cock, releasing the backup sedative stored in its artificial balls. This action also caused my own erection to harden, and I made sure he could feel it growing firmer against his thigh as our bodies came closer together.

"Oh my god, your cock feels so fucking huge!" Giovanni exclaimed, his hand reaching down to grasp my shaft. "It's so much bigger than before when I sucked you."

"That's because it wasn't quite ready when you sucked me earlier," I answered back, taking advantage of the opportunity to continue my charade.

Giovanni grinned widely, his hands stroking and gripping my throbbing member. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine. He slid lower until his fingers reached the base of my shaft, cupping my balls gently. With a smirk, he teased me further, "Do you want to fuck me again?"

My heart skipped a beat as this was exactly what I needed. My plan had worked perfectly. Nodding with feigned eagerness, I whispered, "Yes, please," in response.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Giovanni walked toward the bed, lay down backward, and spread his legs wide open. His thick, muscular thighs gleamed in the low light of the room. His powerful arms held his head steady while his hands rested on his hips, inviting me to come closer.

"Come here, buddy," he called out, his voice filled with anticipation, "Show me how badly you want this."

I obliged, moving closer to the edge of the bed and slowly lowering my body onto his, aligning our groins. With determination, I seized the waistband of Giovanni’s briefs and yanked them down. Then, I grabbed his legs and spread them apart, exposing his tight hole. I paused for a moment, allowing myself to take in the view. Taking a deep breath, I focused on the task at hand.

Giovanni moaned softly as I rubbed my tip against his entrance. "Go ahead," he urged me. "Give it to me. Fuck me real hard."

Then I felt something warm and sticky gush out of my dickhead. A small amount of liquid oozed out of the tip of my cock and dripped onto his hole. Perfect timing.

I thrust forward, pushing my shaft deep inside him. Giovanni gasped as I entered him. I began to move slowly at first, then gradually picked up speed. Our bodies moved in rhythmic harmony, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air.

"Deeper, buddy, deeper. Fuck me harder," he urged, his breathing becoming heavier with every thrust.

I couldn't believe how good it felt to be inside him, the warmth and wetness of his insides enveloping me like a velvet glove. As I continued thrusting, I knew that with every stroke, more of the sedative would enter his body.

"Oh god, yeah! Fuck me harder!" Giovanni cried out, his breath coming in short pants. "Fill me up, fill me up with your hot seed!"

I increased the pace, slamming my hips into him with renewed vigor. I could feel my cock pulsing inside him, delivering the final dose of sedative directly into his bloodstream. With one last powerful thrust, I released a flood of liquid into his insides, ensuring that soon he would be rendered helpless by the sedative coursing through his veins.

As I withdrew my shaft from his body, I could see the dazed look in his eyes. He was already beginning to feel the effects of the sedative. I knew it wouldn’t be long before he would be completely under my control.

"Hey, let's switch positions," he suggested. "This time, I want to ride you."

I complied, lying down on the bed and spreading my legs wide open. Giovanni climbed on top of me, positioning himself between my legs. I watched as he straddled me, his strong hands holding my shoulders firmly.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice barely audible above the sound of our breathing.

I nodded, closing my eyes as he lowered himself onto me. I could feel his weight pressing down on me, his hot breath tickling my ear as he kissed along my jawline. I moaned softly, enjoying the sensation of being dominated by such a powerful man.

Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind. How do I know that this isn't some kind of trick? What if this isn't the real Giovanni? What if there's someone else controlling him right now? The possibility sent chills down my spine.

"Who are you?" I demanded, opening my eyes to stare at him.

Giovanni froze, his eyes widening in surprise. "What do you mean?" he stammered.

"You don't sound like him," I said, trying to maintain my composure despite the rising panic in my chest.

"How did you kno—" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Before he could say anything else, I pushed him away from me, rolling onto my side. I lunged towards him and grabbed his face, pulling at it forcefully.

To my shock, what I believed to be his skin stretched and gave way under my fingers, revealing it to be a realistic mask. Beneath the mask was not the familiar features of Giovanni but a face that did not match the body, implying he was also wearing a realistic muscle suit.

As the full effect of the sedative took hold, the figure before me could no longer maintain his ruse. He slumped to the ground as his body surrendered and plunged into unconsciousness.

"What's going on? What the hell is this?" I muttered, examining the mask with a mix of frustration and disbelief. "Where's the real Giovanni?"

To be continued . . .

(For explicit version of this story, see link below:)

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myster-roca · 2 months

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Teaser Trailer for the upcoming Desires and Deception chapters

... more male transformations, disguises, bodysuits, etc. + brand new stories that will tickle your imagination. What do you think will come next? What other stuff would you like to see?

You can read the previous chapters here:

Chapter 1:

Chapter 2:

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myster-roca · 2 months

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Behind the Scenes for "Desires and Deception"

Some pics and concepts that didn't make it to the first chapter (also due to limitations on the platform). Do you think they would fit better in an e-book or comic form?

Next chapter will be coming up soon.

The Protagonist reading His New Assignment.

Other angles of the Realistic Muscle Suit.

Muscle Undersuit before getting into the Realistic Muscle Bodysuit.

Applying the bald cap and retrofitting the Muscle Suit.

Applying the Prosthetic Chiseled Face of the Bodybuilder.

Character shots for documentation and for the look test.

Character shots during and after the muscle transformation.

Transformation Process concepts with other agents.

SPOILER WARNING!

Protagonist testing the artificial prosthetic cock (non-realistic version) needed for his mission.

Do you prefer to see more 'behind the scenes' pics?

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myster-roca · 5 months

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Wow, they look great, what AI program?? Easy to use? I could really make better stories using pics like that.

I use a lot of AI sites to help improve the look but I mostly use lensgo.ai. It's quite easy to use but your prompts need to be very spcific if you want to maximize its potential. The images are not always what you would expect but they are mostly good. It used to be free but now is a paid service which I think they deserve since they generate really good images. I also use some faceswap and deepfake AI to make the look more accurate.

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myster-roca · 5 months

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Law's Escape (story request from @elsastar1991)

Rain cascaded down the glass panes, a symphony of nature's turmoil that mirrored the storm within our sanctuary. I could hear the distant hum of the city beneath.

Jude Law is seated on the bed, appeared lost in contemplation, his eyes carrying the weight of a thousand thoughts.

"Ben, it's suffocating," Jude's voice broke the room's silence, his gaze fixed on the persistent downpour.

"Every move, every expression—they've stripped away my privacy. It's like I'm on display for the world to scrutinize."

His words resonated deeply, and I nodded in understanding."That's why we're doing this, Jude. To give you some space, even if it's only temporary."

I approached the sleek black case on the table — the key to his temporary freedom. Jude gazed at the object with a mixture of uneasiness and resolve.

I opened the case and couldn't help but marvel at the craftsmanship before me. The bodysuit was made of a high-tech material that mimicked the texture and appearance of human skin.

The mask, a masterpiece of realism that captured Jude Law's features with astonishing precision.

Stripping down to my underwear, I felt a strange vulnerability beneath Jude's gaze. "Ever worn something like this before?"

I chuckled, attempting to diffuse the tension. "Not exactly. Military gear, sure. But this is a whole different ballgame."

Unfolding the bodysuit, its texture both alien and familiar embraced me like a second skin.

The material, cool against my skin, adjusted with an intimacy that bordered on eerie. "Feels… intimate," I admitted, trying to articulate the peculiar dance between comfort and constraint.

The mask came next, settling over my face with a weight that carried more than just physical presence. As the features melded with mine, I felt a shift—an intimate convergence of identities.

Taking a moment to revel in the transformation, I couldn't resist a subtle flex, my fingers playing with the contours of my new pecs.

The bodysuit hugged every muscle, the realism becoming more tangible with each movement.

"How does it feel, Jude, seeing someone else wear your face?" I inquired, my voice slightly muffled by the mask.

Jude's eyes widened with a subtle mix of surprise and amusement dancing in their depths.

"Well, Ben, I must say, you wear it better than I do." His lips curled into a half-smile, the weariness etched in the lines of his expression momentarily lifted.

"I appreciate this more than you know," he continued, his gaze lingering on the transformed figure before him.

His eyes met mine, and a shared understanding passed between us. "It's a strange thing, having someone else wear your face. But it's temporary, a means to an end."

The weariness in his expression softened, replaced by a fleeting glimpse of gratitude.

"You're entrusting me with more than just a disguise, Jude," I remarked, my fingers gently tracing the edges of the mask. "This is your identity, your public face."

Jude placed a hand on my shoulder, a gesture of camaraderie. "It's a shared journey, Ben. You're carrying more than just a disguise; you're carrying a piece of my world."

Completing the ensemble with carefully chosen clothes to seal the illusion, I took a deep breath. The room buzzed with an energy that transcended the act of dressing up.

"Ready for this, Ben?" Jude asked, his eyes reflecting both apprehension and anticipation.

I nodded, the bodysuit and mask now familiar companions in this charade. "Yeah, I'll give them a performance they won't forget."

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myster-roca · 6 months

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Desires and Deception: Full Undercover

"Your assignment: Assume the identity of a high-profile businessman and fitness guru with deep connections to the underworld elite.

Your objective: Infiltrate a high-stakes bodybuilding event where one of the underworld's most influential figures, deeply involved in a clandestine affair, is about to take center stage. A complete physical transformation is your only cover."

On the surface, his existence seems so different from mine. He's deeply entrenched in the world of luxury, surrounded by the glitter and glamour of the upper class.

I lead a life of shadows and secrecy, a chameleon in the backdrop of society. While he basks in the spotlight, I thrive in the darkness.

Yet, as I become more familiar with his life, I realize that beneath the facades, we're not so dissimilar. We both wear masks, albeit of different kinds.

He portrays an image of power and wealth, and I craft identities to delve into the hidden realms of espionage. We're both performers, navigating the stage of our own making, just on opposite sides of the curtain.

Within the covert operations division, our team constituted a rare breed, masters of disguise, each possessing an exceptional talent for the craft of metamorphosis.

We shared an unspoken bond born from the countless secrets we held and the trust we placed in one another.

The intricately crafted muscle suit lay before me like a silent partner in this clandestine masquerade. I'd done this countless times before, but the excitement and tension of the moment never ceased to grip me.

This moment brings a complex blend of emotions to my entire body.

There's the weight of responsibility, knowing that I must seamlessly become another person, thinking, speaking, and moving as they do.

But there's also the thrill of the challenge, the adrenaline rush that comes with immersing myself in a persona utterly distinct from my own.

As I slipped into the suit, the material stretched and molded to my physique. My hands found their way to the attached silicone gloves. The snug fit accentuated every contour, making me look more sculpted than ever.

My team of ingenious innovators had left no stone unturned to make the muscle suit as lifelike as humanly possible. Their unwavering dedication shone through in the meticulous attention to detail.

My pulse quickened with anticipation as the muscles subtly inflated, intensifying the illusion of strength and confidence.

With every stroke, the skilled hands erased my facial hair, and I could almost sense a new identity taking shape.

The skintone had been impeccably matched, with the paintwork skillfully blending the boundary between reality and artifice.

I marveled at their exceptional precision as they carefully placed the snow-white silicone prosthetic skin onto my scalp, deftly concealing the intricate details at the rear.

Each brushstroke they applied infused the blank canvas with a spectrum of shades and tones, gradually merging it with the flesh-colored muscle suit.

The cap clung to my scalp, obscuring any hint of my natural hair. Their unparalleled expertise accomplished an astounding feat, vanquishing visible seams and ensuring a flawless integration with the rest of the suit.

As I rose to my feet, I could feel the muscles discreetly swelling, enhancing my size and making me appear more imposing. Enthralled by this transformation, I locked my gaze onto the mirror, realizing that, except for my own face, the reflection before me resembled that of a complete stranger.

The next phase was even more unsettling. I couldn't help but feel vulnerable, yet excited, as I closed my eyes and immersed myself in embodying the fitness guru's charisma and unwavering drive for power.

Seated before the vanity, I felt the cool touch of silicone on my skin. With each prosthetic piece, I watched myself morph into the figure whose aura and allure I admired and now emulated.

My own features were vanishing, slowly replaced by the chiseled jawline, pronounced cheekbones, and the perfectly shaped nose.

Each adjustment, every little tweak, brought me closer to becoming the fitness influencer I needed to become.

The transformation has reached its halfway point, yet I can't shake the persistent unease that lingers within me. Something feels awry, lacking in authenticity.

This void echoes the emptiness I've felt in past impersonations. The team is well aware of this predicament, which motivated them to develop a new technology aimed at resolving the issue. Although they conducted numerous beta tests, this marks the first field trial.

I stood from my chair and began to don the silicone muscle pants, preparing myself for the next step.

The pants appeared remarkably sophisticated, quite different from the silicone muscle pants I had initially envisioned. Nevertheless, the team assured me that this unique design was intentional, tailored to fulfill its specific purpose.

As I settled into a sleek, state-of-the-art machine, they assured me that it would serve as the catalyst for the forthcoming comprehensive transformation. The team then delved into an explanation of the pants' fabric and the silicone prosthetic pieces they had attached, emphasizing their integration with nanites.

They elaborated on how these minuscule marvels were precisely programmed to discern the unique contours and characteristics of my body, thereby enabling the seamless fusion of the material with my own skin. This intricate process would ensure an astonishingly lifelike and untraceable metamorphosis.

The machine enclosed around my waist with a gentle yet firm embrace. I could feel its mechanisms hum to life as it began its work. A warm, viscous liquid began to flow from the machine's hidden nozzles, gently cascading down my legs and torso.

The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was as if I were being submerged in a pool of liquid silk. I watched, my heart racing, as the substance encased my legs and torso. It was as if the nanites and the liquid skin were in perfect harmony, dancing a choreography that was breathtaking to experience.

The machine released me, and I fell forward, landing on my hands and knees. The ground was cold and unforgiving, a stark contrast to the heat that surged within me. As I struggled to regain my footing, I realized that I was sweating, my skin tingling with life.

My skin glistened with sweat as the nanites engulfed my whole body. My senses were on fire as the second skin adapted to the shape of my own body, molding itself to me with an almost sentient understanding. I could feel the air against my skin as I breathed deeply, savoring the newfound sensations.

I stood on my feet, and a tidal wave of power surged through my veins—a breathtaking rush of unearthed strength that sent shivers of exhilaration cascading down my spine. I was utterly captivated by the profound transformation I had undergone.

It was as though this second skin had reshaped the core of my existence. It was no longer just a disguise; it had become a part of my own being.

Overwhelmed by curiosity and newfound confidence, I couldn't resist the urge to explore my transformed physique.

As I flexed my thighs, I could feel their utmost solidity, the sensation of unyielding strength resonating through my body. My legs, once unassuming and lean, now bore the weight of sculpted power.

Running my hands across my chest, I felt the hard contours beneath my fingers, swelling with a sense of pride. My pectoral muscles were now pronounced and firm. I couldn't resist running my fingers over the chiseled ridges of my new washboard abs.

With each movement, I admired the pronounced biceps and triceps, each muscle responding to my command. Flexing my forearms, the veins stood out like a roadmap of my uncovered power.

I had truly become the living embodiment of the role I was about to play.

With the transformation complete, I am reborn in the shadows, ready to dance into the abyss of intrigue and danger, playing my part in a game where trust is a currency of uncertainty, and the truth remains veiled forever.

To Be Continued . . .

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myster-roca · 3 years

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As the Night Sleeps

It's been a while since I made love with my partner. I was busy with my missions that I rarely had time for him. However, tonight, I'll give him the most unforgettable pleasure.

I'm excited as I enter the room and see him in his birthday suit. He smiles at me, thrilled with the idea of us spending the night in bed, even for a limited time.

Without hesitation, I pushed my naked body hard enough to send him crashing towards the bed.

"You're getting aggressive tonight. I'm gonna love this!" he grinned as he straddled his legs.

"No, not yet!" I said.

I positioned myself near his feet and started tickling them. He giggled as my hands made their way around his legs to his erect tool. My hands moved back and forth between his feet and his waist, sending an exciting sensation throughout his body.

He moaned when I knead his legs and grip his beloved manhood. The truth is I've always admired my partner's physique. I've always wanted to have his thick thighs, rock-hard abs, solid pecs, broad shoulders, and muscular forearms.

Don't get me wrong. I'm fit, but I still look skinny when compared to him.

I positioned myself on top of his body. After playing with his well-defined abs, I began rubbing my hands on his sturdy chest in a rotational motion. He's probably thinking that I'm giving him a massage.

He groaned and moaned as I couldn't stop myself from squeezing his chest and abs. It seems like he was enjoying the experience, though. Well, I have to do it since this part of the process needed for my surprise.

I gently caressed his right hand while sliding my way across his arm to his robust shoulder. The same goes with his other arm.

He was now looking confused, perhaps questioning why I'm doing this. I gently kissed his neck and pressed my left cheek to his right.

"Don't worry, babe. The climax is almost near," I assured him.

I wrapped my hands around his head and asked him to turn around. He is now in the position that I wanted him to be.

I massaged all over his strong back muscles and then spanked his bouncy ass with both hands.

"You know what, babe. I was feeling hot since you touched my feet earlier. It's like some sort of laser beam is strapped to your hands," he confessed.

"Shhh! Get ready for this!" I replied.

I aligned my dick and invaded his hole with an instant thrust. A sudden rush of electricity began to take over my lover's body, and I felt it on my belly too. His scream of pain and pleasure delighted me even more that I want to move to the next level.

Body Scanning 100% Complete . . .

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My body now stood still and emotionless in front of the bed, which worried my partner. He kept on staring at me like my soul was removed from my body.

Well, it's not really my actual body.

"Did you enjoy the experience?" I asked.

He was surprised to see the real me leaning at the door.

"But how ... how did you? did you?" he stammered.

"That's one of our prototype androids," I explained. "They serve as duplicates that we can remotely control at certain proximity. We often use them to avoid casualties on covert operations."

I then held a black mask and flexed the transparent suit that I was wearing.

"This mask allows me to control the android's body while the suit provides the sensation it acquires. You can say that even if I'm far, I can still touch and feel you. Whatever I say, the android does the same."

"I must admit, you got me fooled back there," he said. "I really thought it was you."

"Alright, let's continue with our fun," I exclaimed.

"I hope you do a better performance this time."

I laughed at his remarks.

"I was just getting started."

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I placed the mask over my head and commanded the android to lean down. I grasped my carbon copy's chubby ass and lights began to flicker through its mouth and eyes as its midsection inflates.

My partner drooled as I plunged my hands into my clone's anus and pulled out some sort of flesh-like material. It was something very familiar to him.

"No shit! Is that my face?" he asked.

I smiled and didn't say anything. As I pressed my partner's mask to my face, a warm feeling rushed in. I screamed as my face contorts to match the proportions of the mask. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes and saw my partner's jaw dropped. It was like he was staring at a mirror.

"So what do you think?" I asked.

"That's amazing!" he responded.

"The android also functions as a bodysuit manufacturing machine," I continued explaining. "The suit contains nanobots which allow me to merge seamlessly with the black material I'm wearing. Of course, I had to get detailed scans of your body first to create the perfect replica."

"You mean, what you did earlier was..."

"Yup! I was scanning your body."

I proceeded on pulling out the rest of my partner's figure from my clone's butthole. It was difficult at first, but things got easier as I expanded the hole.

I shouted as I finally managed to haul the heavy suit and laid it in front of him. He can't deny his arousal upon seeing the copy of his own body.

There was no opening on the bodysuit, but a slit began to form at the back the moment I held the suit in front of me. The suit stood on its own then openings at the arms, back, and legs began to appear.

I inserted myself into the suit, which started to compress itself, covering my entire body and perfectly merging into it. I knew the nanobots would work as expected.

I pinched my new brawny arms and jerked off my newly extended dick. My partner couldn't hide his excitement as he got down to touch my new body.

Suddenly someone slapped my partner's ass. He looked around and was shocked to see another version of himself.

"Right! I commanded the android to morph into you," I grinned.

My partner's eyes lighted up. I knew how much he loved to fuck himself but having a three-some takes the cake.

Tonight will be the night he would never forget.

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myster-roca · 3 years

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Only The Best

"I'm sorry, Harold, but you are no longer the best version of yourself," Steve told the guy in front of him.

"Your recent performance was a disaster. I'm afraid we have to let you go."

Harold was infuriated with Steve's words but kept on holding back his anger. He stood up from his chair and quickly left Steve's office.

"At least that's now over," mumbled Steve.

Another person comes into the office of the blonde CEO. He was monitoring and listening to the whole situation from the outside.

"Wow! that was anti-climatic,” said the young Latino. “I was expecting him to destroy some of your stuff."

"You know he's not like that," Steve replied. "Are you not satisfied that you get to take over his position now, Julio?"

"Of course, I'm satisfied!" Julio smiled. "I appreciate all your help in making my dream a reality."

"To be honest, I don't know what to say right now. I ruined his career because of you... because you wanted to take his position."

"Oh please! Don't pin the guilt on me," Julio said as he approached Steve and stared him in the eyes. "We're both involved, and you know that I can do a better job than him."

Julio leaned on Steve and began touching his goatee.

"Don't you love me anymore?"

"I love you but ..."

"Stop! If you really love me, you'll do anything to keep me."

Julio then walked out the door.

"I'll see you tonight, my place," he last said.

After Julio left, Steve pondered further into his thoughts. He's afraid that Julio will expose their relationship to the public, which will destroy his life and reputation as CEO. He reluctantly grabbed his phone and sent a voice message.

"Hello Judy, I'm sorry, but I can't come home tonight. I'll see you tomorrow."

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It was past nine when Steve arrived in front of Julio's apartment.

"It took a while for you to show up," greeted Julio. "C'mon, I don't want to waste any more time."

Both men started stripping naked when they reached the bedroom. Julio grabbed a bottle of what appears to be lube and started pouring it on his erection.

"Do it harder this time," Steve commanded.

"With pleasure My King."

Steve began lying down on the bed, then closed his eyes. His legs are wide open, ready for the invasion of Julio's lubed schlong. In a few seconds, he felt Julio's skin touching his ass.

With every thrust that Julio performs on Steve's hole, the sound of pain and pleasure resonates around the room. Julio kept on pushing, then pulling, then started squeezing Steve's chest in line with every push.

A grin slowly emerges on Steve's face. He enjoys the experience as it helps him forget some of his dilemmas. The truth is, despite his success as CEO, Steve's relationship with his wife had gone sour. They rarely meet each other and would often fight on trivial matters. Luckily, Julio was there to fill the gap left by Judy.

"I have something to ask," Julio stopped and took a deep breath out of exhaustion.

"What is it?" Steve responded with a puzzled look.

"Would it be better if you leave your wife and live with me?"

Steve was baffled by Julio's question.

"You know I love you ... but I also love Judy."

"Is she worth it? I mean, you've been spending most of your time with me."

Steve got angry with Julio. He shrugged off Julio's advances and began picking up his clothes.

"Wait, don't go. The reason I'm asking you is because ugh..."

Steve watches in shock as Julio's body began to spasm violently. Julio screams as his hair grew longer and his skin color turned lighter. His pecs swelled to proportions the seemed impossible for a man. His facial hair disappeared, and his hips widened. His body began thinning while his beloved manhood receded till it changed into that of a woman's. Julio was not only transforming into a woman; he was also changing into someone familiar to Steve.

"Judy? ... but how did you?"

The weary-looking Judy is now on her knees, breathing heavily after that exhausting transformation.

"I'm sorry, Steve. I should've told you this long ago."

Judy gave the confused Steve a sober look.

"I knew you also had a thing for men, so I consulted a doctor to turn me into the person you desire," explained Judy as she stood up. "I did it so I can be closer to you. Whether it's Judy or Julio, I don't want our relationship to end."

Steve moved closer to Judy and gently caressed her face. He still had questions, but it didn't matter for now.

"I'm sorry, Judy. I should've been a better partner for you," he said. "All this time, I was in love with the same person."

"There's something else you need to know," smiled Judy. "I injected a serum into your body when I seized your hole earlier."

"What?"

Steve backed off as he witnessed Judy reached out to the back of her head and started ripping her skin apart. Her face was a mask, and the person behind it is another surprise.

"What? Harold? .... Am I dreaming?"

Before Steve can say another word, his whole body had become frozen. He dropped to the floor, and his vision began to blur until he saw nothing but darkness. He can still hear Harold's voice speaking to him.

"I know you can still hear me. You might be wondering why I did this to you," Harold said while fondling Steve's deflating body.

"I knew all along that you and Julio sabotaged my production to oust me out of the company. You allowed yourself to be manipulated just to hide your dirty little secret. You don't deserve your position, Steve."

Harold continues talking while he attempts to pull out of the Judy suit.

"Maybe you are also wondering why I had to go to such lengths just to exact my revenge." a devious grin formed in Harold's face. He gazed at Steve, now reduced into a pile of skin.

"Well, seeing that stupid look at your face was worth it."

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A stream of light appeared at the right side of the bedroom. Suddenly, an iron maiden rose from the ground while a mysterious voice echoed in the background.

"I must say I'm impressed!"

The iron maiden split open then came out a silver-haired gentleman wearing a trench coat.

"I did not expect you to create a story out of the gender bender suit."

"I couldn't decide which one was better," Harold explained."That's why I asked you to combine his two lovers into one suit."

"What can you say about my creation?" asked the mysterious silver-haired man.

"I love the masculine counterpart, but morphing to the feminine side stiffens my body," Harold tossed aside the rest of the Judy skinsuit. "I experienced muscle cramps all over the transformation."

"Thank you for your feedback. I'm trying to perfect the elasticity of the 'black matter' material to prevent this problem in future products."

"Is there an easier way to don the bodysuit? It feels like an entire workout when I try to put it on."

The mysterious man tapped a few strange inscriptions on the iron maiden then pulls out what appears to be a black dildo with a hollow sheath.

"Try wearing this first," the man said as he gave it to Harold. "It's our new prototype."

Harold inserts the black object to his cock, and a bizarre ebony liquid started oozing out like a symbiote covering his entire body. It created some sort of black suit. Despite being shrouded with the dark liquid, Harold's sight remained clear.

The mysterious man then grabbed the deflated Steve and put his body on the iron maiden.

After the man tapped another set of characters, the iron maiden transformed into a translucent mirror. Steve's flattened body now appeared suspended to it.

"Go to the back of the mirror, then push your body into the suit."

Harold followed the man's instructions but was bewildered at what he saw.

"I don't see any opening at the back. How will get into the suit?"

"Don't worry!" the man assured. "The suit will merge automatically with your body as long as you position your body parts correctly."

Harold observed the suit's bubbly buttocks and positioned his erect member to go first. When his cock entered the suit's hole, the sensation felt like diving into a pile of goo.

He went deeper and soon found his thighs merging with the suit while he moans to the warm impact. His ass tightened while his chest and the rest of his feet integrate with the suit.

Harold then pushed his hands to make way to the suit's sleeves. He wiggled his fingers to adjust with the suit's attached gloves, and they fitted perfectly.

Lastly, he pushed his face to the back of the suit's head. Darkness engulfed his vision, but he kept on pressing forward. He continued groaning and inhaling the addictive aroma of the suit.

After several pushes and adjustments, he was able to pull out the entire bodysuit from the mirror.

When he opened his eyes, he couldn't stop himself from examining his bulging chest and sturdy muscles. His butt felt plump and firm. His extended dick is now more robust than ever.

"Thanks for all the help," said Harold.

"It's an honor, but don't forget our deal!" reminded the man.

"Of course, I’ll help expand your business empire while I live as Steve."

Harold studied his new body in the mirror and gave a slight smirk.

"For now, I'll focus on becoming the best version of myself."

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myster-roca · 3 years

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Keeping A False Face

"Down! Get down and don't move!" shouted Diego while pointing a gun at me. He quickly locked my apartment door to make sure that I can't escape.

"No, please don't this!" I pleaded. "I'll give you anything you want just don't shoot me!"

"Too late! The boss wants you dead, and I'm taking over your place now."

As soon as my hand touches the ground, the robotic blow pipe I installed on the ceiling shoots a dart on Diego's neck. Unbeknownst to Diego, I was expecting him to do this after luring him to my apartment. He thought he can knock me out with one blow but I prepared something more sinister.

Diego now lies on the ground, paralyzed. Too bad it'll be over for him soon. It's clear that the boss no longer trusts Mr. Morales, so I should use a different persona.

The truth is I'm not really the fat, bald Mr. Morales. The real Mr. Morales died a few days ago. I'm just using a duplicate of his skin to pass as him.

I slowly approached Diego and touched his face. His eyes were evident of the paralyzing agent's potent. I gave a dirty smirk as my hand made its way down to his beefy chest.

"Soon this will be mine."

I quickly stripped his clothes, took off the doppelganger mask from the cabinet then placed it on Diego’s unconscious face. It was satisfying to watch the black liquid ooze from the mask and covered his entire body. This process will take a while to finish.

The doppelganger mask is an artifact that creates a skinsuit out of anyone who wears it. I've been using it to create skinsuits of people I want to impersonate. The skinsuits are very lifelike when worn, but their effect only lasts for a day. If not removed within 24 hours, the skin will begin to sag, which destroys the entire illusion.

Now it's time for me to take off the Morales suit.

I removed all my clothes and gently pressed my two hands into my face. I massaged my face eight times, and a slit began forming at the side of my neck. I used my fingers to widen the slit and started pulling down the opening of the neck-entry suit.

Stretching the neck to pull out my body was challenging. The suit appeared durable but felt hard as I squeezed out of it. I only relaxed when the breeze of fresh air entered my sweaty skin. After a few minutes, I managed to take off my legs from the lower half body component then placed it on the sofa for later use.

This skinsuit is divided into two components, the upper half is the facemask, and the lower half is the rest of the body. The mask was easy to remove, but at the same time, agonizing since it was intensely glued on my face. Once done, I placed it right next to the body.

At that time, the black liquid began returning to the doppelganger mask. The process is almost finished.

I retrieved the doppelganger mask and placed it on a mannequin with a featureless face. Another liquid seeps out of the mask, and this time, it's not black but flesh-colored.

The liquid covered the whole mannequin to form a muscular body. Hair began poking out on different sides, which made it look like a real person. In no time, I was staring at an exact replica of a Diego. His robust chest and rock-hard abs were every skinny guy's envy. The thought of possessing his body excited me even further. I removed the suit from the mannequin and examined it for the opening. One interesting fact about the doppelganger mask is that every skinsuit it creates has different entry points. The Morales suit's entry was through the neck while this one's at the back with a zipper on it.

I stretched out the back opening and slid my legs to conform to the muscular legs. My cock struggled a bit in fitting with the artificial one attached to the skinsuit as this one's larger. Nevertheless, I know this won't be a problem soon after donning the whole suit. I slipped the rest of my body into the light-skinned suit and went to the nearby mirror to study my new physique.

It's not perfect yet as I can still see the uneven skin tones near the eyes and the saggy parts of the skin. I looked like a slightly fatter version of Diego at this point.

The real magic happens right after I zipped up the back opening. I love this part of the transformation as the suit becomes tighter and carries an arousing sensation. The back zipper merged with the skin and left no trace, and the small cock I had now matched the synthetic dick.

My face began swelling and started to feel firmer as I stare at the mirror. I felt my body inside the suit started to contract and conform to the muscular pecs, ripped abs, and brawny arms.

Minutes later, I was no longer looking at an altered version of Diego. It was Diego's reflection himself.

It's time to execute the next phase of my plan. I know the rest of the henchmen will come to this apartment within an hour, so I wasted no time in putting the real Diego into the Morales suit. They will think he is the real Morales and will drown him in the nearby river. He won't be able to fight back due to the strong sedative I injected.

As for the boss, he won't expect that this new assistant will be his downfall. Revenge is sweet when your target comes unprepared.

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