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rakurairagnarok · 1 year

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The moment the necklace fell around his neck, Jacob knew something was off. His head started to spin, but instead of panicking, he felt a grin spread across his face. His toughts slowed down as he slowly started to unbutton his nerdy shirt. His pale, featureless torso swirled with color; a tan started to spread across his skin, while lines of ink started to create numerous amounts of tattoos all across his body.

His braces fell out of his mouth, on the way down turning into sets of jewelry, an earring, nipple piercings, and some rings.

At the same time, his tongue started to feel uncomfortable trapped behind his now pearly whites. It started to creep out of his mouth for increasingly longer periods of time, until he was almost always sticking it out of his mouth.

While his face slowly restructured itself and cleaned up the acne and pimples, his body began to swell. His pecs started to balloon, which in turn he began to absentmindedly bounce. His flubby stomach sucked in, leaving behind a perfect row of abs and deep cumgutters. His shoulders broadened while his back straightened out. His legs were growing slightly at the same time, so he immediately appeared much taller. His arms flexed, the muscle almost pouring in as they inflated. His hands cracked as his boney fingers and unkempt nails filled out and cleaned up respectively.

Next up were his now longer legs, which tensed as the quads exploded. His tighty whities strained against his new muscular thighs, but things were just getting started.

A low moan escaped the once squeaky voice boy. His tight briefs slowly began to tear as both his subpar dick and flat ass started to grow. His glutes filled out and kept a respectable and very noticable bounce, while his little nub grew into a large, but soft 8 inch rod with massive balls to match. He wasn't soft for long as his bulge began to slowly stick outwards. Being a shower not much changed but his poor underwear didn't survive the onslaught of new meat filling it, and it ripped apart and fell around his feet.

The feet in question began to clench. His formal step-ins begain to strain against the slowly growing feet. His measly size 7 grew. Size 8, his feet were pressing uncomfortably hard against the hard leather.

Size 9, loud stretching noises erupted from his shoes.

Size 10, the first tear appeared.

Size 11, his toes burst through the hard leather.

Size 12, the top of the shoes flew off

Size 13, the only remnants of the shoes were the pieces of hard leather scattered around the floor.

As soon as his feet were free from their hard leather confines, a subtle tinge swept around the room. The subtlety quickly passed as it became strong enough to invade anyones nostrils at close proximity. The same stench quickly started to pour out from underneath his arms and his groin, which only increased the intensity of the smell.

Jack, as he was now called, looked down at a black cap that was on the bench next to him in the fitting room and put it on his head. Immediately, his head became even foggier. Drool slowly dripped from the side of his mouth, while his eyes rolled back. Every ounce of knowledge he had attained through the years started to drip out of his mouth. Simultaneously, his preppy quiff started to recede into his head, leaving only a short jocky cut.

As a finish, a small bit of scruff appeared around the jocks face, a bit along his chin and some above his lip. Jack licked his lips and grinned at the mirror.

"Fuckin tight broo..." he smirked and turned the cap around and grabbed his phone. He started filming himself, sticking out his tongue to the camera. He couldn't help but laugh at how amazing he looked. He sent the snap to an account named "Big Bae❤️" and felt his cock twitch. He ran a hand across his bubblebutt and softly moaned. He couldn't wait to get home to his boyfriend and let him pound his brains out. Well, what was left of them.

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idesofrevolution · 1 year

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Party Animal

Danny smiled his signature perfect smile, posing stereotypically as the phone sat propped up on a sidewalk trashcan with a timed camera counting down. While it was his 21st birthday, and he'd invited nearly twenty people to come out clubbing with him in New York City, he wasn't entirely shocked when everyone had some lame excuse as to why they couldn't come. Victoria was in the middle of watching Yellowjackets and couldn't be bothered to get up off her couch. Taylor was stuck at the airport in Nashville, unable to board his connecting flight due to "inclement weather." Felicity couldn't find a dog sitter for the night (bullshit), and Kyle just didn't even respond to the text. This was relatively par for the course for poor Danny, who'd gotten all but used to the feeling of his "friends" ditching him when it was plans of his own.

There were absolutely reasons in their mind as to why going out with Danny was less than an ideal evening: he was a wallflower. Sure, like everyone else in his small town, he had a fake ID. So one would assume that his relative experience in bars would at least teach him something about how to have a good time in one. Unfortunately, this was certainly not the case. Danny was the friend who would get to the bar, order two Long Islands and drunkenly cry for the rest of the night. He couldn't hold his liquor, he couldn't hit a joint without having a fifteen minute coughing spell, his moves on the dancefloor were generously described as "cringe," he would leave early and complain about it the next day. Yet, without fail, the next weekend would roll about and he would be the first one in line at open. His messy party ways had completely eradicated any chance of an entourage going with him, even on his birthday. Thus, as he posed rather stereotypically on the side of West 17th Street, alone and underdressed for his first gay nightclub of legal age, there was a level of disappointment.

Chelsea was bustling that evening, with stunning people in outrageously skimpy outfits strutting from building to building. All were in their little cliques huddles together until they made it to the doorman, where they'd quickly disperse into the drunken crowd within. Guys like him were the ones standing in line, waiting for someone to leave so they could have a chance of getting in; wallflowers, all of them. Thus, as he finally arrived at the club he'd heard so much about on every gay travel blog imaginable, he wasn't shocked to receive a quick look up and down from the bouncer and a head shaking no. Dejected, alone, and not even buzzed, Danny pulled out his phone to call the Uber back to his hotel. That is, until he felt a subtle tap on his shoulder. He sighed and turned around, locking eyes with an unexpected but very welcome sight.

He was tall, maybe 6'4 in a cutoff white tank top, a golden chain hanging from just beneath his nipples. His abs sat like the cobblestones on the street against his chiseled torso, flanked on either side by two huge, vascular arms. His fly was undone, with his thumbs suggestively holding it open. He had a gentle, yet sultry face: perfectly manicured facial hair and sweaty, wavy curls atop his head. He smiled as he leaned against the wall, illuminated brightly by the streetlight above them both.

"Baby you're not gettin' in looking like that." He had a thick accent, perhaps Cuban or Dominican, but it rolled off his supple lips like the drool which had begun to slightly dribble down Danny's jaw. The man smiled and ruffled his hair, getting ready to walk back into the club.

"Hey! Uh... I really like your outfit. You wear it really... really well." The stud turned back, a small chuckle under his breath.

"Thank you baby! I wasn't sure about the chain, but it draws attention to all the right places, am I right?" He ran his large hands over his abs, winking at the salivating 21 year old. "I'm Mateo, by the way." The two shook hands, Danny barely able to contain himself.

"So, you come out to these clubs often? It's my first time in the city. My twenty first birthday, actually." Mateo's face lit up. Tossing his arm around Danny's shoulder, he leaned in close to hopefully be heard above the hustle and bustle of the chattering crowd outside. Danny blushed. He could feel the heat from Mateo's pit on the nape of his neck, the smell of wet armpit after a night of dancing tickling the hairs in his nostrils.

"Where's your party? You better not be out here alone on a Saturday night!" Danny looked down, trying to hide the thirst which had overtaken him.

"Ahh, they all cancelled. It's just me tonight." Danny felt an immediate yank, as Mateo squeezed him tightly against his pillowy pecs.

"Nahh. It's just you and ME tonight. C'mon." Mateo began guiding Danny down the street, chatting about the nightlife in New York City, how it's better than anywhere else, how it has the hottest guys and the best vibes. Mateo had been a staple of the ballroom scene for a couple years at that point, and was well acquainted with the bars and their owners. Any place of any note, he'd be able to waltz right in. Though in this instance, he decided to do something special for this little guy who he'd found meandering the streets. "It's definitely an in-the-know kinda place, if you know what I mean. And you're not getting in wearing that, so I guess we're just going to have to get you a birthday present." The two strolled up to a relatively inconspicuous apartment building, Mateo flashing his card to open the heavy metal door. Two flights up and ten doors down the hall, Mateo opened the door to his apartment. It was tidy for the most part. Plants sat on every imaginable surface, even hanging in macrame slings from the popcorn ceiling. Mateo flipped the lights on in his bedroom and opened his closet door.

"Uhhh, what are you looking for?" Danny nervously shuffled from side to side. This wasn't going to be one of those makeover scenes a la Clueless, was it? Mateo flashed several articles of clothing in front of his face, each vastly different from the one before: leather pants, a silk button up, a ripped up tank top, a latex polo... Under his breath, Danny could hear the quiet mutterings Mateo whispered after each one. Too young, too bulky, too preppy, too kinky.

"Hey. Like what's the vibe you're going for? If some hot guy walked up to you and was looking you up and down, what would you want him to see in a perfect world?" Danny sat there a moment, pondering. He wasn't entirely sure. He'd never thought about it. Closing his eyes, he tried to go back to his days of fantasizing about what a perfect Danny would look like. What he'd always wanted to look like. Though, for him, those days were far behind him. The years of being ditched and cast aside, while he understood why, had taken a toll on him. He'd only ever seen himself as that annoying friend who ruins the mood. Danny shuffled his feet beneath him, hanging his head.

"I don't know... just not... this." He motioned up and down, alluding to the rather sad appearance he'd taken on. Mateo stopped what he was doing, chucking a pair of sunglasses at the frowning young man, hitting him square on the nose.

"You stop that. This is not a pity party, it's a birthday party." Danny nodded, picking up the sunglasses from his feet: Balenciaga. "You know what you need? You need a confidence boost." Mateo pinched his chin, analyzing his closet. "And I have just the thing." It was like a frenzy. Within seconds, clothes were being tossed at him. Looking down at them, he anxiously investigated them. A long, almost see through tank top, a well worn sleeveless leather jacket, and a pair of wide, baggy pants- all of which about two sizes too big.

"Uh, hey, I really appreciate it but I don't think I'm gonna fi..." Mateo had plopped a heavy pair of beat up combat boots on top of the pile in his hands, nearly spilling the whole outfit out of Danny's arms.

"Shut up and go put this on, I promise you'll look great." Sighing, he started headed toward the bathroom, only for Mateo to stop him. "Here, just..." Mateo grabbed the wrists of Danny's shirt, pulling the gaudy top off his frail body. Snatching the tank top from the pile, he ripped it off the hanger and slipped it over his arms and head. The shit was undoubtedly massive on him. Danny was after all 5'4 and 100 lbs soaking wet, the tall hunk which stood before him would obviously be wearing way larger clothes than him. "Arms back!" Mateo slid the sleeveless leather jacket onto him. Danny could smell that this item was well loved, catching a subtle hint of weed, cigarettes, and sweat gently wafting from it. "Pants off!" He directed, Danny followed. Pulling his skinny black jeans down to his ankles, and taking off his brown loafers. He stood before Mateo in his whitey-tidies, and an unimpressive flat bulge. "Yeah, take 'em off and burn them. Besides, easier access for the lucky guy later tonight." He winked, causing Danny to blush. Any time his gal-pals had tried to do a makeover it always ended in a trip to Hollister or Abercrombie to look like every straight high schooler in 2013. He'd never had a guy, let alone a gay guy take the time to dress him. His guard finally down, he dropped them, quickly snatching the lightweight pants and pulling them up his legs, tightly pulling the drawstrings to keep them up.

Mateo looked him up and down, clearly thinking about what was missing as Danny slid his feet into the massive boots, feeling the squish of gogo boy sweat bubbling up onto his soles. Mateo snapped his fingers, grabbing the sunglasses and sliding them onto his face. Danny couldn't deny feeling cool in these ill-fitting clothes, whether or not he felt hot in them or not- if this sexy club kid thought he looked good he probably did.

"Awesome, here, take this bag. Happy Birthday, we gotta go!" Danny didn't even get a chance to peer into the mirror before a large leather bag was tossed at him and he was pushed out the door. He tripped over the baggy pants dragging on the ground, and the clunky boots which slid around on his now damp feet. "You look great," Mateo said as they hopped down the stairs. "I got just the place to take you."

The two walked for perhaps only a block or two before they turned into a dark alley, only a single red lamp far down the brick walled canyon illuminating the surroundings. They strutted up to the rusted metal door, Mateo knocking only three times before it swung open. The huge bouncer blocked the door with his arms crossed, though the moment he saw Mateo, he silently stepped aside. Thrust inside from behind, Danny entered the club.

From then on, the night was a blur. The few moments of clarity and recollection told quite the story. The club was packed, sexy guys dancing on eachother, gogo boys on the bar, discarded ecstasy pills littering the floor brightly glowing from the blacklights. A DJ played derivative beats as they approached the bar. The last clear decision that was made was to take a round of shots.

"Zayn! Could you get us two blowjobs?" Danny turned quickly, shocked at the prospect. He was slightly less anxious when the two cream topped shots were placed in front of them. After a quick birthday toast, the two downed their shots. Immediately, Danny felt an instant release. The nervousness had subsided, and he felt ready to enjoy the evening. He couldn't help but notice, before Mateo had ordered round two, that the sexy bartender seemed to smirk with every shot, heading to the back room for a moment only to come back with two perfect drinks. Round 2 felt just as good as the first, feeling himself smile and sway to the music. It was followed up by round 3, then round 4, then round 5... The shots just kept coming, and by round 7, the world was spinning.

From what little could be recalled, he hit the dance floor with Mateo, showing off the notorious dance moves which had caused him so much grief back home. Though, as the night progressed, he felt the music in a patently distinctive way. Every beat, every note hit differently. His body seemed to just move on its own, his hips swaying, his hands slowly wandering around Mateo's firm waist. The unfittedness of the clothes seemed to dissipate, and they began to feel... right. He liked the way that they showed off his broadening shoulders, his widening biceps... As he dropped, effortlessly pulling off spins and dips, his strong, muscular legs kept him firm in his stance, rooted in the perfectly fitted boots.

He could remember Mateo running his hands over the light tattoos sprawled on his pulsating forearms. He'd even done a few of them himself in his boredom during a relatively crazy shroom trip a few years back. In fact, as the two of them stood there in eachother's arms, looking eye to eye and towering over the dancefloor, he was so grateful that his bestie Mateo would give him such a night out on his birthday. Though, it seemed every year got more and more wild. The two didn't waste any more time. This was going to be a wild birthday, as Mateo planted a deep kiss onto his lips. Their sweaty, muscled arms wrapped around eachother, passionately making out on the dancefloor, before Danny reached into his bag, pulling out the magnum ribbed condom he'd gotten earlier that day, hoping the two would arrive at that point sometime during the night.

Mateo smiled and nodded, the two heading outside to wait for the Uber to take them back to the apartment. As Mateo eagerly tapped away on his phone, Danny leaned against the street pole, thrusting his sizeable package toward his boyfriend.

The next morning, Mateo woke up to an empty bed. Sweaty sheets tossed from one side of the room to the other, the stench of kinky sex still wafting in the air. He rolled out of the stained bed, walking past Danny's still warm, musky combat boots splayed on the hardwood floor. After a night of being railed with his face buried in it's ripe opening, he couldn't help but take a quick whiff down memory lane before going down to the front door. There, perched on the step, in all his blonde, shirtless glory sat Danny smoking his American Spirits.

"Good morning, sexy bitch." His velvety voice soared like the wind to Mateo's eager ear, something about that cocky, confident swagger behind his words always hit just right. He plopped down next to his boyfriend, sensually nibbling on his pierced ear. "Gonna get the neighbors all hot and bothered." Danny chided, Mateo knowing full well he loved being seen in even more compromising positions by anyone who stumbled across them.

"That's the idea." The two laughed and kissed, hoping old Mrs. Prallatt across the street was huffing and puffing in an indignant rage. "Hey the house is performing later tonight in the Bowery, I think you should show off the new number. Kick the LaBeija's ass off the floor." Smirking, Danny took a long drag and let out a large cloud of smoke before turning to Mateo.

"They don't stand a chance." Mateo stood up, kissing Danny's smooth hand before getting ready to head back up to get dressed for the day. "Hey, babe." Mateo turned and looked down at the beautiful creature which had been the wildest ride he'd ever taken. "How about you take those sweats off and I show you a couple more moves before we head out?" A strong grope of Mateo's growing bulge and a wink from behind his Balenciaga shades was all that his man needed to see.

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captainmalewriter · 10 months

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Hello there Mr, crazy day it seems. You won't believe this, i was out lost in the woods from my buddies, one of them is getting married and just HAD to have his stag-do as a long no contact nature trip in the Romanian wilderness. Took a few steps off the path to take a leak and before i realize, they were all gone and i was lost. Saw a shiny thing in a clearning a while after, thinking they made camp, but turns out there was only this odd green prizeball someone left behind....wonder what's inside, might be fun to pass the time until i'm found..........

Congratulations, you found my missing green capsule! Here's what happened when you found it...

You zipped up your pants after taking a much needed piss and returned back to the trail you and your buddies had been hiking through. You looked around for your buddies but didn't see any of them. You were certain that you told them that you needed to take a leak before wandering off the main path. You scanned your surroundings once more but still saw no one. It was odd to say the least, but you decided to shake it off and just continue hiking up the path. You figured you'd run into them eventually if you just picked up the pace a bit.

Although you were initially annoyed that your friends left you behind, annoyance soon turned into worry as more time went on. You were getting deeper and deeper into the woods but without any sight of another person! Suddenly, the idea of a zero contact nature trip in the wilderness went from being just bad to outright terrible...

You sped up your walking pace again to a brisk jog. As you walked, a bright light flashed across your face for a brief second. You shielded your eyes from the sudden light as it nearly blinded you. You stopped momentarily but resumed when an idea hit you. You remembered that instead of sleeping in the cabin that night like usual, everyone had decided to pack camping gear for a night outside. You looked up ahead the hiking trail and noticed that there was a clearing not too far off.

With that in mind, you ran towards the clearing. You ran with the hope that you'd find your friends setting up camp, but unfortunately, you were met with nothing but an open field of grass. You looked around and surely enough, nobody was there except for you. You sighed, then continued walking along the trail. However, you stopped when a glint caught your eye. You looked down and spotted a green capsule resting on top of a flat boulder. You then pieced together that it must have been the capsule that caused that blinding light. The capsule was sitting directly in the sunlight. It had a metallic sheen to it, which made any sunlight reflect off of it.

You had planned to just ignore it and keep walking, but a little voice inside your head told you to open it first. You couldn't think of a reason why you shouldn't open it and decided to give into the impulse. You bent over, picked up the capsule, and popped it open. Resting inside was something you never expected to see inside a children's prize ball: a joint. The dank smell of weed quickly filled your nose, causing you to slightly recoil due to you not expecting it. You were off put by the idea of finding a ready to smoke blunt just sitting deep in the heart of the forest. You scanned your surroundings again. You thought some undercover police must've planted it here to catch someone red-handed, but nobody was around.

Your wristwatch chirped. The sun was due to set soon, which meant that it wouldn't be long until you were by yourself in a dark forest with no idea where anyone was. You shuddered at the thought. You then looked back at the blunt sitting inside the capsule. You were no stranger to smoking, but smoking a random joint did not seem like the best idea in the world. However, against your better judgment, you decided you needed some stress relief and said fuck it!

You took out the blunt. It was the most perfectly rolled blunt you had ever seen in your life! Then suddenly, the end of the blunt ignited by itself. You held it away from your face, but the potent smell of weed filled the air with its intoxicating aroma. You took a sniff; you knew from the smell alone that this was some grade A weed you were holding. Not able to hold back anymore, you helped yourself to a hit. You took a quick inhale and puffed out a breath of smoke. One hit alone was enough to start the high. You immediately felt better as your worries seemingly melted away with every hit of the magic blunt you took.

It was the best damn weed you’ve ever had in your life. Each hit took you further to the moon. You alternated between deep, slow hits and quick, rapid-fire hits. While you were getting high, the magic embedded within the blunt began taking effect on you. Your body began transforming with every exhale of smoke you let out. You felt your face begin to stretch and change. You felt pricks poking all around your face; your facial hair receded and grew in until the changes settled in, giving you a new goatee. The prick pains were stronger on your eyebrow, nose, nipples, and earlobes; almost as if holes were opening on your body. Despite the pain, the high you had going made the body transformation pleasurable, causing you to moan as it continued on.

In between hits, you ran your finger along your new jawline and played with the silver piercings you now possessed. The pricks then moved onto your body. As you continued smoking the magic blunt, ink began forming all around your body. Although you already had a couple of small tattoos, several larger tattoos appeared on your new body. You noticed the sudden changes in your appearance, but you were too high to really do anything about it. You took your new appearance in stride and continued smoking the magic blunt.

Your body continued transforming. Your body weight seemingly melted away until you were as slim as a twink. Some mass from your former body stayed intact despite you losing body weight overall; though it morphed into muscle, giving you a more of a twunk look to your new body.

Finally, the pièce de résistance— the dank smell of the weed began seeping into your skin. The magic blunt gave you a man’s musk. Your body odor had a mixture of pheromone filled sweat and the natural smell of trees. You took a whiff of your own scent and were immediately intoxicated by it. It was just as addicting as the magic weed but the potent smell now carried a man’s musk along with it too.

By the time you had finished smoking the blunt, you had completely transformed into a typical stoner complete with multiple body tattoos and various piercings. You sighed a heavy breath full of satisfaction; your eyes were red and your head was high in the clouds. Your body tingled with pleasure and relief after going through the transformation. You could feel precum leak into your underwear, your heavy balls hanging low due to how much cum they were carrying. You felt really relaxed thanks to the weed… but now you were in need of a good jerk off session too.

“What the fuck?”

“Huh…?” you heard a familiar voice coming from behind you. You turned around and saw your buddies walking up to you with confused looks on their faces. “Oh, heyyy guys! I’ve been looking all for you…!”

“Looking for us?” your recently engaged friend said. He looked you up and down, then his eyes widened. “Hey, aren’t you— Wait a second, is that weed? Were you smoking? …Yo… That shit smells goooood…”

You smirked. Then, as if on instinct, you reached into the pocket of your new clothes and pulled out several more magic blunts. You handed one to each of your friends and watched with delight as they started smoking them. The sweaty smell of several men began to fill the air, thus marking the beginning of their stoner transformations. You sniffed the air, their musk filling you with a rush of ecstasy. Soon enough, the real stag-do full of bro-ing out in the forest with good weed and mutual circle jerks was about to begin.

Hope you enjoy the new body prize you won from finding my lost capsule!

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ramonahatesromance · 8 months

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A spontaneous lewd just to remind you I’m in the content game 🖤

Find me here: Ramona Hates Romance

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hotmentransformed · 1 year

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Alone on Valentine's Day

Sean and Tommy were roommates who had become close friends over the years. They shared everything from their favorite Netflix shows to their deepest fears, including the fact that they both hated being single on Valentine's Day. Although they were both gay, they were mutual friends, with no attraction to each other.

On this particular February 14th, Tommy decided to have a night in with Sean to commiserate about their single status. Rather than go to the bars and cruise for some curious straight man, Tommy thought it would be better to just hang out at home and watch a stupid rom-com. In the kitchen, he poured them both a glass of red wine. In Sean's drink, however, Tommy poured a vial of special white powder that he had bought online. After the powder had completely dissolved in the burgundy liquid, Tommy returned to the living room and handed Sean his glass. They settled in on the couch to watch a rom-com.

As Sean took his first big gulp of the wine, he felt a strange sensation in his body, almost like an electrical current running through his veins. At first, he thought it was just the wine making him feel a little lightheaded, but as the sensation grew stronger, he began to worry that something was seriously wrong.

He felt a sudden and intense heat spreading throughout his body. He broke out into a sweat as his muscles began to tingle and twitch. He felt an unusual energy coursing through his veins, like a current of electricity flowing through his entire body.

Sean looked down at his body to see that he was painfully erect. He shifted his gaze to his arms and gasped as he watched them bulge and expand in size. His biceps swelled, and he could see thick veins snaking across his newly defined forearms. His chest heaved with each breath, growing broader and thicker as his pectoral muscles expanded. He could feel the fabric of his shirt stretching tautly across his shoulders and chest. With one final heave, his shirt gave way, exposing his massive chest, which was now adorned with intricate tattoos.

He felt an intense pressure building in his legs. He could feel his muscles contracting and expanding, growing thicker and more defined with every passing moment. His thigh muscles swelled, pushing his dick together and sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. He could feel his calf muscles bulging outwards, growing more prominent with each passing second. He unconsciously flexed his legs, and his quad bulged out from his skin, ripping his pants and leaving him exposed in his underwear. His cock had grown considerably and was still throbbing and swelling.

As the transformation continued, Sean's skin began to bristle with hair. He could feel it prickling up all over his arms, chest, and face. His once baby-smooth skin was now covered in thick, dark hair, giving him a more rugged, masculine appearance. His cock had grown massive, straining against the front of his pants. He began thrusting into it, moaning in delight. With a deep shudder, he shot out ropes of cum which shot through his underwear, leaving a dark, wet spot. In a post-orgasmic bliss, Sean panted, trying to catch his breath.

Looking back at his massive body, he felt stronger and more powerful than he ever had before. He flexed his arm, and a huge bicep bulged out from his skin. He was amazed at the sight of it, never having seen anything like it before. Tommy couldn't take his eyes off Sean. The transformation was incredible to watch. Sean's once lanky frame was now bulging with muscles, giving him a more rugged and masculine appearance. He had never found himself attracted to Sean before, but now Sean had somehow transformed into the perfect man for him.

As Sean sat there, basking in the incredible feeling of his newfound strength and masculinity, he looked toward Tommy, whose jaw was agape. Sean smirked at his boyfriend, and his massive dick twitched in his pants. He leaned over and began to make out with Tommy. Sean guided Tommy’s hand to stroke his massive cock, as he moaned in pure ecstasy. Tommy’s hand was wet with the sticky substance, but he didn’t care; he had the man of his dreams on his couch, and he couldn’t be happier. Neither of them would be alone on Valentine’s Day ever again.

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thewritersaddictions · 1 month

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Drabbles: (COD) 141: Love Sick

At first, nobody says anything about it. Simon really doesn't remember that he has your lips tattooed into his skin for the rest of his life. It's just part of him, just as you are part of him and his life. It's something he's used to.

The military ball starts it all off. The envelope is in your apartment mailbox, so you saw it, opened it, and read it. The admission wasn't horrible, but that wouldn't be hard. It would convince Simon to get dressed formally and then persuade him to take you. He'd go if the rest of his mystery team was going. Now, here comes the waiting for Simon to come home so you can attack playfully with this new information.

It worked, thankfully. You waited for him to get comfortable. Changing out of his gear and into those sweats that always made you look at his ass and a black tee. Sitting on the couch in his lap, his arms wrapped around your middle, protecting you and keeping you close simultaneously. "Si?" He hums but doesn't take his eyes off the TV screen. "Something came in the mail today." You say, drawing a bit of his attention to you.

"What came in the mail today, honey?" he asks, splitting his attention between the TV and you. It's just an invite to a party that I think we should go to." Simon's brows pinch together. "You think we should go to a party?" he asks. You lean back a bit in his hold and look at him.

"The military ball." You answer, "I think we should go to the military ball." Simon's eyes widen, and his hold loosens. "Honey, I don't like events like that now." You know for a fact that Simon is telling the truth, but there's a part of you that just wants him to agree with you.

He takes you out on a date and shows you off to all of his military buddies. Hopefully, you will meet the man who keeps your man alive and has him return home to you.

It doesn't take much before you look at formal gowns on your phone. Simon isn't upset that you've convinced him to go. "Just wear your mask, Si, please. I really wanna go," you had said sweetly, nuzzling into his strong shoulder. He had only agreed because he couldn't say no to you when you kissed him like you did.

Simon went with you dress shopping. The local bridal store had a great selection to choose from, and it was always nice to have a hunk of a man standing guard. Stacking dresses in his arms, he helped you to the dressing room, and when you came out in that black-and-white formal gown, you wished you could have seen all of Simon's face.

"Look at you." He said as you walked out of your shared bedroom. Your hair pinned up and out of your face. Makeup lightly covers your cheeks and lips. He was just as handsome as you were pretty. A black suit that hugs him muscles in the best ways. He looks absolutely to die for. His blonde hair styled and slick back to keep out of his face, but the mask still overs most of his identifying features. His neck exposed for all to the red inked tattoos of your lips on his neck. He looks branded in a cutest but also hottest way.

"You ready to go dove?" He asks holding out a hand to pull you in close to him. He smells of cedarwood and vanilla, you breath him liking how you fit into his strong arms. "I'm ready Si." You murmur into his chest, and off the two of you go.

Price is the first one to notice the ink on Simon's neck. Price has known Simon for a long time now, so when Simon's attitude took a significant incline, Price could only assume that Simon meant someone great. Price pulls into a smile when he sees your arms interlocked with Simon's. With the doting way Simon looks at you, even from behind a mask, Price can tell that you are everything to him.

He doesn't rush over; he watches instead. Simon grabs drinks for the both of you and keeps a protective guard over you, always touching and keeping you close to him. He's proud of the man that Simon has become and senses that you might have something to do with it. Simons catches his Captain looking and then looks down at you; there are words spoken between you that Price can't hear. But then the two of you walk over to where he stands, "Hi, I've heard so much about you. You must be Captain Price." You say, offering a dainty hand out to shake. He takes it and smiles towards Simon. "You must be the girl that's changing our Simon."

You giggle and clutch onto Simons's bicep, pressing your cheek into the muscle. "I'm gonna see if they have any tiny little sandwiches, okay, Si." You say before turning to walk towards the food littered with food. "Si, huh?" Prices tease, "Where'd you find her?" Price asks, "I'm not sure. She was just there one day after I got home from deployment." Simon says, still looking at you. "Well, I don't think I have to tell you, but don't do anything stupid." Simon nods and shakes his commanding officer's hand before leaving to find his girl.

Soap and Gaz are standing off towards the back of the room. They talk and hold beers when they notice the big, tough guy act that Ghost consistently portrays, but it isn't how he's acting here, and a sweet girl is standing next to him. Kissing on his cheek and playing with his fingers. "What do you think that's about?" Gaz asks Soap; Soap's eyes are boring holes into the two love birds across the room. "I'm not sure, but I think Ghost has found himself a girl. Always thought he wasn't into relationships." Soap answers, and as the two of them talk, they watch Ghost and this dainty woman kiss on each other and touch.

"Why don't you two introduce yourself instead of gawking at them." Price says from behind them, scaring the shit out of both of them. "Oh, I don't think." Before Gaz can finish, they're both being pushed or dragged in Simon's and you's direction. "I think these two have forgotten how to be nice. Now introduce yourself to her." Price says there's a roll of Simons eyes. "Hi, I'm Soap, and this is Gaz." Soap answers. Your face lights up like your kid watching Christmas lights. "Oh, it's so nice to finally meet you all. I told Si that I really wanted to meet all of you. So glad we came now." You say, holding on to Simons's arm firmly.

Before Simon can even get a word edge-wise, Soap has his mouth gaped open and stares at the tattoo on his neck. "New tattoo, Lt." soap teases, and with a roll of Simons's eyes, he doesn't even answer him. "Oh, do you like them? Si got them just for me. He's got a few more." Simon's eyes go wide at the truth coming out. Airing his dirty laundry out for his whole team to see. "Oh, does he know? You'll have to tell us all about them, lass." There's a heavy sigh heard as Soap and Gaz whisk you away to talk.

Leaving just Simon and Price standing there with bottles of beer in their hands. "You should have known this was gonna happen." Price says softly, chuckling at the way Simons shakes his head. "I told her I didn't wanna go, but she's so hard to deny." There's a permanent smile on Simons's face, even if the mask hides it. Price can see it clear as day. "Well, maybe you should go save her before Soap and Gaz take her away and use her against you."

Completed on: 03/27/24

Posted on: 03/29/24

COD- @youdidntseemehere21

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ccrites · 2 months

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i've been thinking of getting a tattoo for a long time, not only because i want to, but also to cover an old stick'n'poke i got when i was 15.

and so it got me thinking of the 141 tattoo artist!au. and oh boy.

Kyle would be an absolute sweetheart. not judging the stupid decisions a teenager made. more like "you wanted a tattoo and you went out of your way to get it, that's awesome. now how about we enhance it instead of covering it, whaddya think pretty girl?" and he'd draw around it, incorporate it into his art, go over the parts that are faded and uneven, then, when he's finished, wipe it gently and go "there, what should've been your first real tattoo" with his blinding smile and a promise to also be the one to do your next one

Johnny would be excited about finding creative ways to make parts of the stick'n'poke incorporate into other elements, make it so you'd never know it was there. but he's also a bit of a freak! making sort of mean comments about, "such a stupid decision, you were but a wee lass and ye didn't know what you wanted! thank god Johnny's here ta' fix ya'". It doesn't help that the tattoo you got was somewhere hidden, somewhere your parents wouldn't see on summer vacation (think where your underwear would cover it, or under your bra straps!) and he'd be such a creep! Sitting closer than absolutely necessary, looking at you too intensely. At the end, he'd suggest a truly hidden tattoo, "Only for me to see, bun, whaddya say?"

Ghost would be the type to frown behind the mask and look at you meanly, and you're afraid that he'd judge you for doing this kind of thing (you had your reasons, okay? some rough period in your life, you needed catharsis, and you were too young to get a real tattoo) and he'd be really condescending, all "there's a reasons youngins can't get them. Cuz' it's a stupid decision to make." and he'd huff and draw the most exquisite art you'd seen, all black, bold lines, and way, way bigger than necessary to cover the small tattoo. If the tattoo was on your hip, he'd extend it from your waist all the way down to your knee, make it flow with your curves, accentuate the stretch marks, and you can't say no because you absolutely adore the style. if the tattoo was on your ribs (bra straps, remember?" he'd extend it under your tits, bring it back over the clavicle, make it to be seen. and the pain. oh the pain. "you said you wanted catharsis, right?"

John would absolutely be on Ghost's side, with "there's a reason they don't let kids get tattoos" and you hear the underlying what a fucking mistake, and you see how he judges you... it makes you want to get it from him the most. Until you get to the consultation, and he tells you to get it lasered off first. But it's so faded, it should be easy to cover, no? you argue. he won't budge. So you get the expensive laser. it sorta hurts mentally, because you got it done with your best friend, and you always assumed you'd keep it there, underneath another layer of ink, where only you would remember it. It takes a few sessions, but then the skin is clean, a blank canvas for John to paint on. and paint he does. it's the most gorgeous piece you could ever imagine, you can see the inspiration Ghost draws from him, all bold shapes that flow into each other and compliment your body. Your skin is raw and pink when he's done, and you get up to admire the work... until you get a closer look in the mirror. you know exactly where the old tattoo would've been, and you'd expected to not be able to place it, under the new art. in its stead, two letters, black, bold, beautifully intertwined.... J.P. ... He'd put his lips next to your ear as you stand in shocked silence. "You're my canvas now."

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frannyssquare · 2 months

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Shout out to @shywizardflower for drawing up the first part of my deception sleeve. Really love how the remembrance flowers turned out. It is off to a great start! Definitely would recommend them for commissions

#transformers #tf #megatron #tfp #tfa #maccadams #megop #mtmte #comission #tattoo

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fredwkong · 8 months

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Virgo Season: Blaine

Blaine just wanted this long nightmare of a conference over. There were still events on the schedule, but there were only a few of Pastor Blanco’s adherents left at the Astra Hotel. The incident in the conference hall had confirmed for the few remaining normal people that ordinary men were being transformed into depraved freaks.

Blaine had known for over a week now. That was why he hadn’t been attending any events. He had watched his friend, Spencer, become infected by whatever force was changing the men in the Astra.

Blaine and Spencer had been evangelists in Houston their whole lives, managers of adjoining branches in the movement. Friends since childhood, it had just made sense that they came to a conference as important as Pastor Blanco’s together and had rooms next to each other. They shared meals and compared notes on the proceedings after the events. It was a joke between them that Blaine and Spencer were closer to each other than either of them were to their wives.

The difference between them was that Spencer was much more aggressive about evangelising. From the instant that the freaks had first appeared in the Astra Hotel, Blaine had known they were beyond help, not worth the time and effort to save. But Spencer had doggedly persisted, striking up conversations with the youngest, most impressionable-looking queers whenever he could. It had seemed harmless, so Blaine hadn’t said anything.

But one morning, Spencer walked out of his room in leather pants. He had just said they were “comfortable,” but the Spencer Blaine knew would never have worn something like that. And he’d had what looked like a tattoo peeking out from his shirtsleeves.

That night, Spencer had begged off their usual debrief of the day’s events. Blaine had noticed he’d seemed uncomfortable during a bunch of the presentations, but didn’t want to ask about it. Instead, still in those tight leather pants, Spencer had strutted out of Blaine’s hotel room and gotten in the elevator, headed God knows where.

The next morning, an unrecognisable leatherman had stepped out of Spencer’s room, and Blaine had just known, with cold certainty, that this man had been Spencer before.

Since then, Blaine had barely left his room. He had tried to move up his flight, even considered driving back to Houston, but he couldn’t bring himself to commit. What if he could still do something to save Spencer? Blaine had never put much stock in exorcisms or purification rituals, but something dark and supernatural was clearly happening here.

Surfing the internet, Blaine had stumbled on some kind of strange ritual meant to purify someone who had lost themselves to false worship. After days of little sleep and intense anxiety, Blaine was willing to try anything.

Just as he collected the items he would need and began to steel himself to leave his room and knock on Spencer’s door, a note was pushed under Blaine’s door. He went and picked it up.

Miss u man. Can we talk? —Spence

Spencer—Spence—answered his door at Blaine’s first knock. It was midafternoon, and he seemed to be dressed down, compared to when Blaine had last seen him. Loose button-up shirt open to his toned belly, sleeves rolled up to show intricate forearm tattoos, looser leather pants. Blaine found himself cataloguing Spence as he followed the man into his hotel room. He had something of Spencer’s gait, his height and age, but Spence took up space. He was all angles and sex appeal, unlike Spencer, who women had always described as safe and cuddly. Unlike Blaine, for whom the compliment had always been that he was “conscientious.”

“What’s up?” said Spence in a deeper, louder voice than Blaine was used to, sitting down on the bed and spreading his legs. “I feel like it’s been ages since I saw you. Did getting a few days off from the convention help?”

It was now or never. Blaine flung a handful of salt in Spence’s face, opened his Bible to the marked passage, and started to read aloud. His hand shook so much that half the salt poured down his own clothes.

Spence looked down at himself, brushing salt grains off his shirt. “What the hell, dude? Is this, like, some roleplay thing?” He suddenly smirked. “Ooh, like an uptight evangelist getting seduced by a hot, hedonistic leatherman? That sounds pretty hot.”

Blaine tried to tune Spence out and keep reading. It was hard. Spence laid himself out on his mattress, as if he was bound spreadeagle. He seemed to know exactly how to pose himself to show off his thick, hairy chest through the gap in his shirt. He grinned up as Blaine kept reading.

“Father,” Spence said, “are you sure you wanna preach to me? I got a sermon you might like, too.” He thrust his hips a bit, showing off a thick bulge.

Why was Blaine’s mouth watering? He refocussed on reading. He knew these words off by heart, they were automatic. He’d missed Spence so much this last week. Instead of trying to exorcise him, he wanted to give the shorter man a hug. He wanted to let his hands run down Spence’s body, to that tight ass in his leather pants. Give that bulge a squeeze, maybe a lick…

It was so warm in this room. Still reading from his Bible, Blaine efficiently stripped off his dress shirt. He and Spence had seen each other like this back when they were roommates in college. Anyway, Spence seemed to appreciate the view, biting his lip as Blaine bared his body. It was normal, just a step in the process. Soon, Blaine would have Spence back to normal.

“Damn, Father, when’d you get those tattoos?” Spence asked. “Looking more like a Daddy than a Father.”

Confused, Blaine glanced away from the page, still speaking the words aloud. His arms holding up the Bible looked unfamiliar. Muscular, coated in hair, and covered in tattoos. As Blaine began to speak the next verse, he watched the transformation push further up his biceps. They rounded out with thick muscle, a layer of fine black hair, and an interlacing network of tattoos.

Spence was looking at Blaine like he wanted to eat him alive. Why was Blaine the one changing? Why was he still reading? Blaine tried to stop, but the words continued to flow. Horrified, he flung the Bible away, but still continued to recite the verses from memory.

The tattoos and muscle continued to spread, filling out Blaine’s shoulders as thick hair grew in his armpits, spreading a virile, masculine scent as Blaine sweat in the heat. His chest and belly bulked up with muscle and fat. His reciting voice deepened as the change rushed up his neck and over his head. His face became more masculine as piercings appeared in his brows, his hair receded, and wide gauges appeared in his ears.

His pants felt so tight. Blaine found himself unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them down his growing legs, watching in horror as the tattoos followed the muscles and hair right down to his ankles. Hadn’t he been wearing underwear before? Why was he commando? Why was his thick cock getting hard?

Blaine rested a hand at the base of his cock as he kept on reciting. He wanted to run right out of the Astra Hotel, but found his feet rooted to the spot. He couldn’t even control his face enough to cry or grimace, just continued to blankly recite the Bible at Spence.

Spence flipped around on the bed, presenting his leather-clad ass to Blaine as he watched the transformation over his shoulder. “Yes, Daddy,” he said, giving his ass a slap to try and encourage Blaine. “No need for an annoying church controlling you when all you gotta worship is this ass.”

Had Blaine somehow turned his ritual on himself? He couldn’t help but agree with Spence that the church could be pretty controlling, plus Spence did have a pretty nice ass. Blaine found himself drooling at the sight. It wasn’t that weird. He and Spence had been so close all their lives, and Spence had always been such a showoff sex fiend. It was what had gotten Blaine out from under the thumb of the church back in college…

Something about that thought didn’t feel right, but it all seemed correct in Blaine’s memories. Being Spence’s roommate had unlocked thoughts and feelings for Blaine that he’d never known he had. His sexual life, spiritual independence, their shared love for leather, it had all come from college.

Blaine ground out the next verse, shifting his footing as he started to stroke his big cock at the sight of Spence’s hot ass presented just for him. He was almost done the recitation. Why had he decided to roleplay this again? He’d just wanted a break from the kink conference, and a chance to have his husband of twenty years all to himself.

Finally, Blaine finished reciting the Bible verses. All that time spent memorising the Bible back in his misspent youth definitely helped this kind of roleplay. Fully “corrupted” by Spence, transformed into Daddy instead of Father, Blaine threw himself onto the bed and yanked Spence’s pants down with a single motion of his strong, tattooed arms. Spence moaned as Blaine dove into his ass, eating him out with the passion of a demon.

After they’d both cum all over the sheets, Blaine and Spence lay next to each other. “You ready to head back down, babe?” Spence asked. “I think Dan’s hosting a dom/sub workshop in the conference hall.”

“That sounds fuckin’ awesome,” Blaine slurred, half asleep. “Go find our caps.”

His husband always had the best ideas. He loved Spence so much.

Click here to see all of Virgo Season.

If you feel inspired, write a story set at the Astra Hotel and post it @ me to join in. Help me celebrate my birthday by turning more conference attendees into geared up gay kinksters.

#male transformation #mental change #muscle tf #reality change #male tf #musk tf #virgo season #leather tf #couple tf #tattoos tf #all fwkong

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teddybearsims · 2 months

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i'm the fury in your head i'm the ghost in the back of your head x

#ts4 #sims 4 #s4 #the sims 4 #sims #simblr #sim: jude #story tag #quick Jude pics #I rlly vibed w this one #the drums in Spanish Sahara is what he's jamming tf out to..my bb #maybe one day ill stop posing him with headphones #but he can barely go long without listening to music ...#needs smthn to fill the silence #and for some reason he looks naked without them?? lmao #this top is so cute on him #“his preferred style” Jude its just a mesh top and it shows off ur tattoos... wear these things MORE instead of big ol sweaters n pants

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bpdohwhatajoy · 4 months

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BPD IS SOOOO SILLY with how quickly you can get attached to someone. Like what do you MEANNNNN I’m attached to my tattoo artist who I knew for 3 hours and got salty that he has other clients????

#ryan.txt #bpd #borderline personality disorder #my bpd has not stopped raging in WEEKS #in my mind I literally had the thought that I wanted to get another tattoo so I’d have an excuse to see him again #THIS FUCKING DISORDER #why can’t I just get attached to someone at a normal rate #AND WHY A FUCKING TATTOO ARTIST WHO DONT GAF ABT ME #yk what actually #part of it is prob bc I’m touch starved and that’s the most physical contact I’ve had in… god knows how long #it’s all making sense now LMAOOOO #STOP I remember during too I had a brief moment of omg let’s imagine us dating and then I remembered I think he’s married or has a gf #killed that shit quick I was so embarrassed #omg wait he’s also tattooed himself obviously and I find tattoos hot LMAO BRO ITS MAKING SENSE NOW #like a hot tattooed man who is soft spoken is tattooing me how tf am I not supposed to find that attractive

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i was in a club dancing, suddenly i feel something hitting my foot, when i look down, i realize it's a blue and purple gachapon capsule, i almost didn't see it because of the lights on the dancefloor, i took it and went into the bathroom to see what was inside, it didn't look like any i'd seen around here in japan

Congratulations, you found my missing blue and purple capsule! Here's what happened when you found it...

It was the last Saturday night of your trip to Japan. Not wanting to let the night go to waste, you decided to go out clubbing that night at the trendiest nightclub in town- Nakamura's. You got dressed up, you had a drink or two, and you danced your heart out on the dance floor. You were ecstatic to be able to let loose as you danced alongside some local hotties. Between the sake and bright club lights, you were as carefree as any clubgoer could be!

Which was exactly why you were caught so off guard when you felt something land on your foot. It was no more than a tap, but it was enough to break your immersion from the dance floor. You looked down and tried to make out what landed on you. The club lights were flashing on and off in various LED colors, making it difficult to see anything on the ground. You looked and looked until you spotted a shiny spherical object resting near your foot. It reminded you of a prize ball you had seen in numerous vending machines scattered throughout Japan.

As you gazed upon the prize ball, you heard the DJ changing songs, which caused the crowd of people on the dance floor to go into an uproar. You quickly scooped up the ball, made your way to the nearby men's restroom, and rushed into one of the empty stalls. You took a moment to catch your breath and wipe the sweat off your brow from all the dancing you did, all while continuing to inspect the prize ball you had just picked up.

The prize ball was blue and purple in color, and the expensive coat of paint it had made it glimmer in the bathroom light. As you took in the sight of it, you realized how unexpectedly heavy the ball was in your hand. You had known these prize balls to have nothing more than a cheap, mass produced children's toy inside. Yet, the more you looked at it, the more you realized that this wasn't some mere piece of plastic that could be bought with pocket change. Curiosity getting the best of you, you decided to pop open the lid and see what was inside.

The lid popped open. You took a look inside the ball and saw a mini figurine of a well-built man. Despite the glamourous decoration of the ball's exterior, its contents left you wanting more. You plucked out the figurine with your thumb and forefinger. However, the moment you took the figure out of its confinement, it miraculously transformed into an actual life-sized man! The impact of its sudden growth knocked you down onto the ground. You were reeling from the impact at first, only to start panicking when you saw a naked 6'5 tall man looking down at you with lifeless eyes.

You could feel your palms grow sweaty as you stared at the man slouched over on the toilet. But despite the man's sudden appearance, you noticed something was off. The man was sitting on the toilet completely still, almost to the point of seeming lifeless. It was then you realized that the man was in fact not breathing either!

You swallowed a breath. You then forced yourself to reach out to the man to check for a pulse. You reached out to his wrist. The unexpected rubbery feel of his hand caused you to recoil back. It was an odd feeling, but it confirmed that the man was nothing more than a blown up version of the plastic figurine you had pulled out of the prize ball. You once again reached out to the plastic man sitting on the toilet to explore him further. You traced the outlines of his rugged musculature with your forefinger. Despite the rubbery feel of his synthetic skin, you couldn't help but admire the hard work that must have gone into making such a realistic human doll! As you cupped the man's pecs, you accidentally gave them a squeeze. A slight puff of air escaped the man's mouth, making you realize that the doll was completely hollow inside. Upon that realization, an idea struck you like lightning.

You helped the human doll sit upright on the toilet, using the back wall as support. Luckily, the doll being empty inside made moving it incredibly easy. You then proceeded to strip naked in the bathroom stall. Once everything was in position, you proceeded to open his jaw as wide as the plastic would stretch. You then lifted your leg and stuck it inside the doll's mouth. Your leg glided through the doll's throat and torso like smooth butter. You then stuck your other leg in and began slithering deeper into the hollow body suit. Your limbs aligned perfectly with the doll's. Your chest filled in the empty space that once made up the doll's chest, giving a nice, firm feel to his plump pecs. Your dick filled into the doll's dick like a sleeve. Slowly but surely, you were taking on a new identity as your body aligned with the bodysuit.

As your body aligned with its new vessel, you could hear the man start to gag and groan as his body expanded to accommodate yours. You could even feel the plastic doll start to envelop you in its warmth too! By putting on the hollow male doll as though it were clothes, you had given life to a once lifeless man. An electric, orgasmic sensation spread across your body as every hair on the doll flared to life, causing both you and your soon-to-be new body to moan with great pleasure. As you donned the doll's face like a mask, you could feel your new skin snap completely into place. Every part of the bodysuit fit perfectly! It was as if the toy was custom made just for you. The transformation was complete, and you had taken on a new body with a new identity.

You smirked as you stood in the bathroom stall. You were naked in your new body, but you didn't care. You flexed your new muscles, putting on a show for yourself as you admired the goods. The well-sculpted physique, the handsome face, the thick cock with a hairy bush, it was all yours now. Though unfortunately, a knock on the bathroom stall interrupted your moment of self-love.

"Señor Nakamura?" a woman said in Japanese. You didn't know any Japanese, yet you were able to understand her perfectly. "I brought the change of your clothes as requested. I've also called the valet to bring your Tesla to take you back to your condo once you're ready."

The woman handed you your clothes and left. It took you a moment to register what she had just said, but once it hit you, you couldn't help but chuckle. You got dressed and left the bathroom with a newfound confidence. The moment you left the bathroom, dozens of club-goers began throwing themselves to your feet. You were a celebrity in their eyes! That was because the prize ball gave you the body of Alejandro Nakamura; the biracial, first-born son of millionaire entrepreneur Kaito Nakamura. You were young, you were hot, you were strong, and you were rich. You had it all!

As you left the club to go back to your condo, a cocky grin spread across your face. You were more than ready to live the luxurious life the prize ball had given you. You were Alejandro Nakamura and as far as you were concerned, you were always him.

Hope you enjoy the new body prize you won from finding my lost capsule!

#male transformation #male body swap #male body switch #male bodysuit #male body possession #permanent change #hairy man #hunk tf #tattoos #toy capsule stories

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