Informing His Nerdy Roommate That He's Done With The Workout For The Day And Left The Sweaty Tanktop

Informing his nerdy roommate that he's done with the workout for the day and left the sweaty tanktop on til dry for maximum soaking of the sweat. He will let the nerd inhale his gym clothing for the day before putting it in the laundry where he will not even use any detergent whatsoever and just rinse the sweaty rancid tanktop and shorts with water. He doesn't care if other people is annoyed with the way he smelled, as long as his roommate is happy, then he's happy and doing a good job. A reply comes from the nerd. It says

"It will make me even happier if you can call my Snapchat and give me a live show of you tugging that meat of yours inside your car and wet that sweaty shorts and tanktop with your seed before you drive back home,"

To which he simply smirk as he feels his cock hardened, ready to make his roommate happy.

I’m so fucking glad I got into witchcraft, dude. This victory feels unbelievable. I still can’t believe I was able to possess David Taylor, take over his body and adopt his wrestling skills overnight. He’s still in here, just kind of taking a back seat, forced to watch me control him from the inside, and it feels like he hates that I’m doing this, even though he’s stopped trying to resist me.

He should be happy I took him over, he didn’t have to do all the work himself! This muscle soreness and exhaustion is ours to share, together in this body, but he didn’t have to put in any effort for it! That was my win, but he’s still the gold medalist here, or at least the face of the gold medalist. I’m just a newbie warlock dabbling in the art of taking over athletes. I think I’m gonna keep this body a little longer, really take in all this attention I’m getting, and then give him full control back once the olympics are over. But for now, I’m gonna explore this fantastic body, and jerk off and cum in my singlet— his singlet. And David just gets to sit there while his hand moves on our dick to my will, and we’ll both cum at the same time. Although I probably like wearing a cum-ruined wrestling singlet a little more than David does. Haha. This is awesome.

"Next, go lower that shorts, bro, we need to see that cock getting hard,"

A jockstrap covered Walter's raging penis, and Lukas just smiled to the stoic jock. This dumb jock is going to be fucking confused when he found himself later in the middle of the night with no clothes on and his ass sore and sticky in the middle of the gym. But he'll probably keep it a secret as he feared the rumours that might come out of it, and that will make him even easier to be manipulated further by Lukas, who clearly harbored some intense hatred/jealousy to the dumb jock/bully.

Nick Hitchcock

Hot bod and his posers really let him show off 🔥🔥

“This Not Me”

I woke up to the sound of clanging weights and an unfamiliar, strong scent of sweat. Confused, I opened my eyes to a bustling gym instead of my usual bedroom. My reflection in a nearby mirror showed a handsome muscular Asian man – a stark contrast to my skinny, white self. My eyes were immediately drawn to the well-defined muscles. The chest was broad and with bulging pectorials. "What the...? This not me," I muttered, staring at the stranger in the mirror. My name was Mervin, a geeky guy who loved computers, but now, I was somehow this man named Hao Zheng.

I attempted to articulate my thoughts, but I quickly noticed a struggle with language. "Why talking so haawd? Eng... Eng-rish words not come out light." I muttered, feeling not just a struggle with language but a slowness with my thoughts. Simple sentences felt like puzzles I had to piece together. "My voice... sound so low. Deep, with accent. Bù kě sī yì!" Ideas and concepts that I would normally process in English were now forming in Chinese, making me feel even more disconnected from myself.

As I tried moving around with my new heft, I felt an uncomfortable body odor emanating from me. The scent was overpowering, and pungent. My mind was clouded, and I found it hard to focus on anything other than lifting weights. "Lift more, tink less," I heard myself saying. “No pain, no gain. Duì ma?” I find myself fist bumping some Hispanic bodybuilders who I could only assume were gymmates.

Exhausted from the workout, I trailed behind my gymmates. "We go work now, lift real stuff," one of them said with a Puerto Rican accent, slapping me on the back. I nodded, trying to fit in, but inside, I was screaming. I discovered Hao Zheng was a construction worker, a life different from my own. Looking down, I saw hands that were rough and calloused, bearing the marks of hard work.

The sun beat down on us, and I felt sweat mix with the dirt on my skin. "You carry this," a coworker said, handing me a heavy load. The words were simple, but my mind struggled to grasp them. "Yes, I carry," I replied, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears. "Why so slow today, Hao?" a colleague asked. "Not feel good," I mumbled, unable to explain the inner struggle inside me.

Exhausted from the day's labor, I trudged back to what was now my home – a small, dingy studio that reeked of neglect. The odor hit me the moment I stepped in, a mix of stale food and unwashed clothes. The thought of showering in the cramped, unkempt bathroom was too much to bear. So, I simply let my clothes fall to the floor, leaving my dirty work clothes in a pile on the floor.

As I stood in front of the mirror, I hardly recognized the person staring back at me. The muscular physique, the broad shoulders, and the rough, calloused hands were still a wonder to me. For a moment, a sense of pride swelled within me as I marveled at the muscular physique. "This... strong body,"

Touching my face, I felt the rough texture of the skin, so different from my own. My reflection showed a face hardened by sun and labor, with a stern expression that seemed perpetually etched into it. I took a closer look at the scars and marks that adorned this body, each a testament to a life of hard physical work. "Maybe Hao Zheng not so bad," I whispered.

Not caring about the dirt and sweat that clung to my skin, I lay down on the small, uncomfortable bed with the smell of the day's toil surrounding me. I felt disgust, not just at the odor, but at the entire situation. "Wǒ shì shéi? How this happen?" I thought, my mind still reeling in confusion. The bed, with its lumpy mattress and musty sheets, slick against my skin. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the unfamiliarity of my surroundings.

Despite the smell and the discomfort, exhaustion quickly took over. As I drifted off to sleep, I clung to the hope that this was all just a bad dream. "我是谁？是Hao Zheng 还是Mervin？(Who am I? Hao Zheng or Mervin?) Please, let me wake up as myself," I whispered into the darkness.

so cocky and demanding