19 Year Old Bodybuilder From Malta. WTF

19 year old bodybuilder from Malta. WTF 😳

Unique Interrogation (Part 1)

A beefy imposing looking thug was sat in the interrogation room. Cop after cop had tried interrogating him for information but none of them could get more than a word out of that behemoth. You see the man they’d taken into custody was a close known associate of Theo Wolfe, one of the city’s biggest crime boss’. He was sure to have masses of useful info that could help them take down the tyrannical king pin once and for all. Unfortunately though Theo’s men were extremely loyal and this thug was no different, refusing to give up anything that could endanger his boss.

“It’s no use, he’ll never talk.” Detective Bales glanced over at her partner. They had both been watching the interrogation through the one way glass. “I don’t think we’ve got another choice. If we don’t send him in then we’re not getting squat from this guy.”

Detective Mackie shot her a concerned look. “Are you sure? We can always wait this out, catch another one of Wolfe’s underlings and try to get them to talk instead.”

“No way” Bales stared back at the tattooed thug, handcuffed to the table in the room ahead. “It took us long enough to get our hands on a guy this close to Wolfe. From what I’ve heard that guy is one of the closest men Wolfe has to right hand. In the time it would take for us to catch another one who has anywhere near the same amount of information that scumbag has, who knows what other crimes Wolfe could be committing. This our best chance.”

Mackie reluctantly agreed with his partner. This was the best and quickest way to take Theo Wolfe down and they both knew it. And so moments later they called Officer Wyatt Gibbs down to interrogation…

The thug sat in silence, occasionally glancing around the room as he waited. His gaze shifted towards the door though as another Cop walked into the interrogation room. He was large, definitely one of the bigger dudes on the force, and very handsome too. Dark, dirty blonde hair in a short crew cut style with a dusting stubble across his face that only enhanced his charming features. The Cop also had a noticeable amount of tattoo’s swirling down his left arm which only stuck out as it was quite uncommon to see Officers around here with that many tats.

“It’s nice to meet you James, my name is Officer Gibbs but you can just call me Wyatt if you prefer.” He introduced himself with a cocky smirk. James was a little confused by the Cop’s friendly demeanour as he sat down across the table but still refused to say a word. “Look, I’m gonna be straight with ya, I’m usually only ever called into these interrogations as a last resort. Buuuuut, if you just tell us everything we need to know about Wolfe and it leads to us taking the bastard in then your sentence will be heavily reduced and I won’t have to use my… unique methods on you.”

James didn’t answer for a moment. Running over the Cop’s words in his mind. What the hell did he mean by ‘Unique Methods’? Well whatever it meant, he was never gonna give up his Boss. “Do your fuckin worst pig. It ain’t no snitch and I never will be.” James expected the Officer to be pissed at the response but his face said the opposite. There was a hungry glint in Wyatt’s eyes as his grin grew even wider as if that was exactly the answer he was hoping for.

“Okay then, my way it is.” Wyatt swiftly recomposed himself. “But first I wanna tell you a little story about my life so make yourself comfortable.”

***

It all started like a completely normal day. I got out of bed in the morning, got a shower, got dressed, grabbed breakfast. Simply going through the daily motions like anyone else. It was meant to be a relaxing day off for me but after checking the fridge and cupboards, I decided it was best to do a little grocery shopping.

At the local store I picked up a couple essentials. Some milk, coffee, tinned food, chips, a couple energy drinks and whatever else I felt like grabbing. As I reached the self checkout I remember looking in the basket and thinking of how much crap I was buying. Not that it really bothered me that much. All my life I’d been a super skinny dude. I must’ve had crazy metabolism because I could eat some the worst foods and barely put on any weight. It used to be something about my that I hated when I was younger. Always thinking about how no dude would want to date a short guy with the body of a string bean. At that point though, being a 23 year old man at the time, I didn’t really care much anymore. Sure there were things about myself I wanted to change but overall it just seemed like way too much effort for something I wasn’t all that interested in. Besides at that point I’d realised there was a market for almost every body type out there anyway.

After paying for my items and carrying them out of the store I started walking back home through an alleyway as usual but as I did I heard a bunch of yelling up ahead. What looked to be a very buff man turned the corner and began sprinting down the alleyway, shortly followed by two detectives. A man and a woman it seemed. They were headed my way so fast that I barely had anytime to think before his eyes locked onto mine. I dropped my bag in panic as I started to run but this dude much bigger, stronger and worst of all faster. He grabbed me, stopping me in my tracks, and pulled me close before revealing a small pocket knife that he held to my throat.

The male detective shouted at him to let me go as both him and his partner stopped dead in their tracks, guns pointed.

“DON’T COME ANY CLOSER OR I’LL SLICE THIS FUCKER OPEN!” I remember him saying.

After that the two detectives began trying to reason with the criminal, who’s name was Adam, but I barely heard a word they were saying. Right now I was far more focused on was the razor sharp blade itching against my neck. I remember thinking: Is this it? Am I about to die? Should I try to escape? I’d never felt terror quite like this before. So intense. So blood curdling. My mind must’ve been going a mile a minute. I even started to hyperventilate a little. And that’s when it started…

All of a sudden the criminal holding me began to make strange grunting sounds, confusing the detectives I’m sure. A felt a hot energy spreading throughout my entire body before then engulfing the man behind me, filling him with the same heat. And it felt good. Really good. For me it felt as though he was receiving a full body massage but for Adam it must’ve been on a totally different level. By the sounds he was making, one would think he was experiencing orgasm after orgasm, lighting up almost every pleasure centre in his body. Not long after he dropped the knife to the ground before practically hugging my body in some kind of mad euphoria.

This inexplicable heat flowing through my body had helped me calm down yet I was still just as confused as everyone else as to what was happening. The man behind me had just gone from threatening my life to hugging me tightly while grunting and sighing in an oddly sexual tone. I didn’t have much time to ponder that thought as moments later an almost unexplainable feeling surged across my entire body.

Adam pulled himself even closer before we let out a unified groan. As we did, Adam’s muscled arms began to slowly sink through my shirt and inside my smaller torso. At the same time I felt my own arms tense up, pumping with blood before swiftly bulking up. With every inch that his arms sunk, My biceps and triceps bulged bigger along with my forearms. Even my hands grew larger as Adam’s disappeared inside my body. Before long my arms looked unrecognisable. They were same giant, powerful size Adam’s had been. It didn’t stop there though. I remember the detectives watching wide eyed as Adam’s legs and torso began to follow the same example. His strong pecs pressed against my back causing it to gradually widen as they pressed inside. I immediately began to hear tearing noises as my small size shirt began to strain a little. My back and chest were growing bigger and stronger, my new growing pecs pushing that cheap fabric to it’s limit.

While that happened, Adam’s impressive quads and calves were also being pulled inside. It took less than few moments for my shorts to start straining and tearing due to how small they were. They just couldn’t handle the gradual hulkification of my legs and it seemed my shoes didn’t do much better as Adam’s large size 14 feet were pulled in at the same time. My toes burst from the tips of my shoes seconds before the converse were destroyed completely by my now massive feet. By this point we were groaning even louder as he pressed his crotch against my ass, both feeling his cock slowly being absorbed inside. His thighs were almost completely absorbed by now along with the rest of his legs causing the shorts to finally give way and rip open completely giving the detectives a full view of the next change.

The now extra tight white briefs I’d been wearing strained heavily in the front. My cock grew thicker and longer as if Adam’s were being pushed inside it and filling it out. My balls followed the same example as his were absorbed, becoming fuller, fatter and brimming with testosterone causing an obscene bulge. After that he must’ve thrusted his hips forward or something as suddenly the rest of his crotch, waist and even ass were pulled inside me all at once. The sudden growth of a supple jock butt was too much for my briefs to handle, tearing apart and allowing my cock to swing up at… full salute let’s just say.

The grey joggers and white trainers Adam had been wearing dropped the ground behind me with nothing left for them to hold onto. Now all that was left was Adam’s upper torso and head. Ripping sounds would probably still have been heard had Adam and I not drowned it out with our moans. I remember noticing a tear making it’s way down the chest portion of my shirt as the last of Adam’s chest and back were absorbed. It most certainly would’ve torn on its own but I was so drunk on pleasure and power that I used my bulky new arms to rip it open, shredding it to pieces and leaving me completely nude.

At last my shoulders and traps began to blow up with size as the final parts of Adam’s upper body were pulled inside leaving just a moaning head sticking out the back but it sure didn’t stay that way for long. In an instant I felt Adam’s head get sucked down causing my entire body to shudder. My head and face filled with heat. I could feel my features altering and moving, becoming less and more pronounced while my hair receded back into my scalp, leaving a a much shorter haircut behind. A tingling sensation spread across my face at the same time. There was barely anytime to process it before a full beard puffed out of nowhere. I grunted awkwardly for a moment or two as my voice box changed, grunts becoming deeper and deeper until the changes finally concluded, the heat evaporating at last.

I was in a bit of a daze for a moment before looking down at myself, bewildered by massive hunk of a body I now wielded. As you can imagine I immediately began to grab and grope at my pecs before flexing and grasping dick in excitement. At that point I had no idea what had just happened but I was too overtaken by lust to care. All I knew was that I was jacked out of my mind and horny as hell.

The male detective however finally snapped out of his state of disbelief and, not knowing what else to do, marched over to me, grabbed my wrist and slapped a cuff on it. I didn’t even resist as he grabbed my other wrist and cuffed them together but that was only because I was focused bucking my cock to induce an orgasm. And of course I succeeded. I think the female detective covered her eyes as bellowed out in satisfaction while my cock erupted the fattest load of my life. Suffice to say the whole situation was… awkward.

***

“What kind of sick story is this you freak!” James burst out with a disgusted look on his face. It was the biggest reaction anyone had gotten out of the thug thus far. “I don’t wanna hear your freaky jerk off fantasies!”

Wyatt only chuckled at the outburst. “Oh but this isn’t fantasy my handsome friend. I told you it’s true story. Remember?”

“ALRIGHT SOMEONE LET ME OUT OF HERE NOW! GET ME AWAY FROM THIS CREEPY ASSHOLE” James shouted around the room, at the cameras and at the one way glass as he got up from his seat, handcuffs still securing him to the table.

The Cop rolled his eyes and sighed “You’re not getting out of here until I’ve finished my story. So Sit. Back. Down.” Those last words had an eerily cold tone that sent chills down James’ spine along with the sharp glare Wyatt gave him. James slowly sat back in his chair and as he did, Wyatt snapped back to his previously calm and cheery self. “Right, so where were we…”

***

After all that they’d just witnessed, those two detectives weren’t exactly sure what to do at this point. They’d just watched me absorb the criminal they were chasing into my very being. It was completely bizarre to say the least. They must not have thought they could take me back to the station so they thought of somewhere else to take me. Understandably they didn’t want to stick me in the back of their cruiser naked however so they picked up the clothes left behind by Adam. I saw them both grimace as they saw his underwear though and I soon found out it was because they’d been coated inside with a thick layer of cum that had even seeped through to the front of the joggers as well. Adam’s dick must’ve been going mad before it was pulled inside me. All that euphoric pleasure must’ve had him busting nut after nut.

Needless to say I didn’t wear the soiled underwear, just the slightly cumstained joggers. They also picked up Adam’s trainers, socks and shirt, carrying them as they escorted me to the cruiser. I got a few weird looks after we exited the alleyway unsurprisingly, being hand cuffed and half naked.

Anyways I hopped in the back of the cruiser, one of the detectives tossing Adam’s clothes onto my lap, before we set off. As we drove they told me their names. Detective Mackie and Detective Bales. You might be familiar. After some discussion they decided to take me to safe house of sorts to ask me some questions.

Throughout all of this though, my mind was absolutely reeling. All the memories, feelings, wants and desires that Adam had were now inside me as well. It was getting harder for me to think straight at this point because of all the colliding information swimming around in my brain. I was getting strange thoughts popping into my mind that I wouldn’t normally get like thinking the two detectives in front of me were disgusting pigs among other things and feeling an intense hate for them. But then my mind bounces back again, surprised that I would even think something like that. I also remembered a set a parents that weren’t my own, and siblings, friends even. I even remembered having a girlfriend which for context was extra weird since I have always been completely and utterly gay. In the end I spent almost the entire ride trying to align my thoughts and stay calm. I was so focused on them that I almost forgot about the buff new body I had.

We eventually pulled up outside this safe house in a pretty desolate part of town. I lugged my large frame out of car, bumping my head on the way if I remember, before being lead inside the house. I was still handcuffed at this point when they sat me down and almost immediately started firing question after question. I don’t blame them in hindsight considering what they saw but at the time I could barely process what they were asking. Who was I? What happened to Adam? How did the hell did I even do what I did? All questions I had no idea how to answer at that point and more. I told them I was just as lost as they were. Nothing like this had ever happened before. All I could tell them was that somehow that criminal they’d been chasing down had become apart of me. I knew pretty much everything he did and even had some of his thoughts. It was like Adam’s subconsciousness had become apart of my own, sharing all of it’s traits with me.

Before long they realised how overwhelmed I was and decided to give me some space. Mackie kept an eye on me for most of that day as I struggled with my mentality. I simply sat in an almost mediative state for most of it, eyes closed as I looked though all the new memories I’d inherited. Some of which were… less than pleasant. However it was only when I stumbled across a memory of Adam fucking a chick that I realised how to align myself. Seeing this memory actually started to make me chub up a little which honestly weirded me out a lot. I really only saw myself as a gay man and was immediately uncomfortable at the idea of being attracted to women like Adam was. And so I tried my best to block out that attraction. Envisioning myself stamping down on those straight thoughts and urges, trying to push them out. And somehow… it worked. I no longer felt turned on by that memory or any other woman that came to mind.

After finding that key, I spent hours repeating the same process over and over. Searching through the traits that Adam’s mind was sharing with me and stamping out the ones it didn’t like. Things like his hatred for cops, his sexist/homophobic attitude, his affinity for violence etc. I then used a similar technique for all my cluttered memories. Imagining myself sorting them all out like books on shelves. Shoving most of them far back into Adam’s subconscious where they wouldn’t cloud my own. It certainly wasn’t a quick process though. It was still morning when this began but by the time I’d managed to clear my mind again it was the middle of the night, only having taken breaks for some food and water here and there. Once it was done though, I opened my eyes feeling refreshed in a way I never had before. Of course my first instinct was to finally start paying some attention to my new body but all the mind sorting had left me exhausted. All I could do was drift off to sleep on the couch.

You best believe I worshiped myself the next day though. I locked myself in the bathroom for what must’ve been 2 hours at least. I gotta say though, seeing a face in the mirror that isn’t your own is jarring. My features were completely different. It looked as though, despite my mind being dominant over Adam’s, my body had almost completely taken after Adam.

My face and hair looked almost identical to what his had been prior to the absorption with a few mild features of my original face left behind. For a guy that could barely grow facial hair before, let me tell you that feeling Adam’s beard on my face was absolutely incredible. Though not nearly as incredible as my new bod.

Every inch of my new form was huge. As bad of a dude Adam was, he’d built himself a glorious body that I was now reaping the benefits of. For a former string bean like myself, having huge juicy pecs, gigantic arms and trunk like legs was something I couldn’t appreciate more. Almost every second of the time I spent in that bathroom was used worshiping my muscle. Flexing, squeezing, groping. I can’t even count how many poses I did in that mirror. If I had to pick a favourite part though, it would had to have been bouncing my pecs. I’d always wondered what it’d be like and let me tell you I was not disappointed. My huge muscle butt had to be a very close second though. I tried shoving a couple fingers up it but it was so much tighter now. Not to mention I now had thick sausage fingers. I was able to get one up there though pleasure I got from it was out of this world! I could tell my new hole was hungry, it just needed some training for it to stretch some more. At first I thought I was gonna be a complete top with this huge new cock but that’s when I knew I wanted to get my jock butt pounded just as much. It definitely being wasted on a straight guy though that’s for sure.

Long story short, by the time I came out of that bathroom I’d covered almost every surface in my nut. Cum absolutely fucking everywhere. I was like a horny bull with an endless supply of thick seed constantly jerking off my giant fucking dick to my massive muscular body. It’s a good thing that house had two bathrooms because Detectives Mackie and Bales would’t dare go in that one after I was done.

After that not much noteworthy happened for a few days. I just kinda chilled out at the safe house, enjoying my body and even working out to keep it in good shape. Adam’s drive to stay buff was one of the traits I kept in the foreground you see. I’d also been feeling a lot cockier, always wanting to flex my muscles and show off in front of Mackie. Another trait I’d decided to keep around along with a few others that had me act very jocky which I most certainly got off on.

Mackie and Bales finally began to trust me after awhile once I proved to them that I buried all of Adam’s criminalistic tendencies. Eventually they even decided it was time to bring me here, to the station. I was sat outside the captains office waiting as they told the captain everything. I later found out that Bales had actually been wearing a body cam and had caught the whole thing on video and that’s how they convinced the captain that they weren’t crazy in saying all this. I was then told I had to be kept under surveillance by the two detectives until we could figure how this strange power of mine worked.

Now you wanna know how I can recall that transformation I underwent with Adam in such detail? It’s because I had to go over it again and again and again with different people sent to talk to me. Detailing each and every little sensation I can remember to try and piece together how exactly it happened. This did help in the end though as we managed to come up with the theory that my power only activates when I’m in a highly emotional state where my perhaps my heart rate is raised and I’m making prolonged contact with another individual. Of course it was still just a theory at that point and had to be tested but at the same time I couldn’t just go out and try to absorb any random person I see on the street. But as luck would have it, the golden opportunity then fell right into our laps.

Apparently one of the other cops at the station, Officer Hendricks, was corrupt. Although corrupt was probably an understatement. Turns out he’d been using his police status to intimidate and kidnap young women of whom he would sexually force himself upon and abuse for days on end before finally murdering them. Truly one of the worst scum to ever roam this earth. He’d only been found out after two of his living victims managed to escape together. He’d denied everything at first but after they ransacked his house they found multiple photos of the women who’d gone missing over the last few years.

After that he more or less admitted to it all with a smile on his face. Sadistic bastard. However no matter hard the interrogators tried Hendricks simply refused to give up the locations of the dead victims, never mind the living ones. With no idea where to look, all seemed lost for the survival of those remaining women… until of course they remembered me. Or more specifically my power…

***

“I hope you’re on edge of your seat right now because the best has yet to come.” Wyatt proclaimed. James didn’t say anything. Only staring in silence as he continued to listen to this insane Officer’s creepy yet also strangely captivating story.

To be continued…

Movie Night

Zach was the best friend I could have. He was nice, a nerd just like me, and so so funny. One time, some bully tried to beat me up because I was gay, and Zach stood face to face with him and almost fought him if a teacher didn’t break them up before any fists could be thrown. He was the most genuine guy I knew, and when I found out we were both going to the same high school, I was overjoyed. He was incredibly driven, and despite him not being crazy smart, always was successful at anything he put his mind to.

Sometime during our sophomore year he started really getting into working out, and he was making some progress, but I would always joke that he was just a “muscular shrimp” to which he would usually reply, “At least I HAVE muscle.” And he wasn’t wrong, I was 5’7 and 115 pounds, not the most built individual, most definitely.

We were always hanging out until the pandemic hit later in sophomore year. All of a sudden we were home, and I couldn’t talk to my best friend like usual. We kept in touch through discord and would call each other almost every day after class. When Zach got a girlfriend our junior year, we stopped talking almost completely, and I had a breakdown. When we were back in class senior year, he had completely changed. His girlfriend cheated on him before the year started, and broke up with him three weeks before the first day of class. He started going to the gym a lot more it seemed and even took a firefighter course, which I thought was super cool, even if I would never say it to his face.

When we got back senior year, he looked completely different. A guy who was once 5’8 and only 130 pounds was now 6’2 and 185 pounds of pure muscle. He apologized for not talking to me for so long, saying that he needed time to just focus on himself, which I thought was bs but accepted because I still really valued him as a friend. In class, I would still joke with him, and he would welcome them, flexing as I said that his arms were too big, or he looked like a dorky jock if that was even possible.

The transition back made it so that we would alternate days going to class, and so we were still not seeing each other, but during one of his firefighting classes, I snuck in and attended with the teacher being none the wiser.

We also made a new tradition, a movie night over zoom. It was our way of still hanging out, even though we were busy and couldn’t just go to each other's places. I would constantly pick horror movies, and Zach would pick action every time. It was fun and allowed me to connect with my old buddy even as our lives became more hectic.

I noticed that as time passed, Zach became even more jock-ish, and would start calling me small and saying that he could easily lift me, which I took to great offense in a joking way of course. As we were watching Scream one night, I see Zach on my other monitor with his shirt off, flexing and looking straight at me. “What are you doing?” I say, looking at him incredulously. “Nothing.” he replied in a low tone. I shrug it off as him probably just being weird, and go back to finishing the movie.

I manage to sneak in a screenshot of him as he was doing it, and kept it in my camera roll for “blackmail.”

I would be lying if I said I didn’t think about that night the following week, and one day in class, while daydreaming, Zach interrupts my waking dream by saying, “Do you wanna come to my place for movie night this weekend?” I look up at him and reply, “Of course!” I felt as if the old days of our friendship were coming back, and was so excited to go. His parents were out of town, and this is the whole house would be empty aside from us two. We decide that it would be better if I just spent the whole weekend there, so packed a suitcase on Friday to bring over.

We played board games all day, and then went into playing Fortnite, which he hard carried me in, having to explain half of the game to me the whole time.

It was my turn to pick the movie again, and I wanted to pick Nightmare on Elm Street because I wanted him to see all the "classics." When I came back from a bathroom break, he said I had practically missed half the movie, to which I swiftly play-punched him in the shoulder, and then immediately regretted my decision as it felt like punching straight iron. Despite this, we start play fighting, but as I vastly underestimated his new strength, and vastly overestimated mine, I found myself pinned against the couch as both of my wrists were in his hands.

I look up at him, and as he stares back, I notice his sweatpants start to rise. As the shape of his cock takes form in his sweatpants, he begins taking off his jacket, and I rush to pull my shirt off. There's a mutual hunger, a horniness only created after years of knowing each other, and it was releasing itself tonight.

I rush to pull off his sweatpants, and begin sucking him off. "Fuckkkkkkk" he groans as I wrap my tongue around his shaft and start licking all over it. He pushes my head down on his cock as I gag, saying, "How do you like that?" "Itsthhh sooo guuuuddd" I say between breaths as his cock goes down my throat again. I had never seen him like this, it was like a beast took over him. He takes me and lifts me up, ripping my underwear and placing his cock into the hole he created in it.

He starts pushing me up and down on his cock as I'm on his chest, and every time he pulls me up he goes in for a kiss, a small bit of sweetness breaking through the roughness.

Slowly, he starts to walk upstairs, with me still being hoisted up, and with his dick in me. Every step up causes it to go deeper, and as he gets on the stair it comes out ever so slightly. I moan in pleasure as he does this, and he slaps my ass as I do. When we get to his bedroom, he throws me on the bed and rips off the shreds of underwear I had left.

He fucks me for what seemed like years, taking his massive cock and digging it all in my tight hole. It felt like it was going up into my chest, and I rolled my eyes back as he kept fucking. After the backshots, he turns me over and fucks me, hugging his body towards me, and sliding his dick in and out. His abs were grinding against my cock, and I came as he started pulling in and out of me quickly. With him going faster and faster, I felt his dick get warm in my ass, and soon he started to groan, and hot cum leaked from his dick into me, and he laid on my chest with his cock still in my ass.

As I was walking home commando, I couldn't help but think about how good it was, and texted him, "Where did you get THAT energy from?" to which he replied, "From wanting you since day one." I will admit, that made me blush. Zach was now my regular fuckbuddy, and the sex was mindblowing. I looked forward to our "movie nights" every week, and even though we would never make it through a movie again, at least I get good sex in exchange.

"Watch your tone you skinny little twerp, you're talking to an actual Alpha God, you know?"

That chat, followed by a selfie of a massive hulking of a man sitting on the floor with all his glory exposed is enough to send chills run down Eddie's spine. The awkward 20 years old milked people off their money by posing as some kind of cash master on Twitter using pictures of his own bully that has a secret Snapchat account filled with just the perfect picture to use

But imagine his surprise when the older man that slid to his DM and start talking down to him which successfully goaded the fake Alpha followed up further with a picture of Eddie's house location on Google Maps and a selfie of himself that he took earlier today

The muscle daddy then ended his chat with

"You're cute, but let's be real, there's only 1 Alpha in this chat room and that's not you. Stop your shit before I exposed you, twerp. Joe Harris probably want to beat your ass if he ever find out that a nerd like you used his picture for your sick depravity,"

And that's enough to cause Eddie to shut his laptop in the next literal seconds as he started to look around from his window to his quiet neighborhood, trying to ensure that no one is watching him. In fear of retaliation, he opened his laptop again and then quickly deleted his fake account for good, hoping that whoever is that guy, he would keep Eddie in peace and never contacted him again.

5 km away from his house, Eddie's best friend, Luke, happily giggled as he finally managed to get his friends off the stupid cash master shit that spent most of his time away which resulted in less gaming time between the two. As he shifted back to his paunchy form with his stained shirt reeked with sweat and food smell, his uncle walked in after a gym session downtown

"You really could use some workout, boy. And is this another gaming package of yours? You could use your money for better shits yet you decided to waste it on gaming shits like this all damn time. And fuck, have you showered? Stop making my house into a pigsty, will ya?"

That stings. But he's above all that and just stand up and leave his uncle as he head to the basement where he stayed for a while during his parents divorce process. As he locked the door and descended the stairs, he shifted back again to his uncle form and smirked as he grabs his copied uncle crotch

"You bunch of pathetic fat pigs could use some workout, you know. But I guess yall prefer to waste your money in gaming shits and worshipping my God-like body, huh? Suits yall well," he said with a smirk, impersonating perfectly the tonality and word choices of his uncle as backward cap and his uncle black tank top also copied perfectly by Luke.

This is actually sick but feels hella good, maybe he should really blow that account of his and do some draining of his own. Or he could just hop in Twitch and make some verbal content while gaming, there must be lots of people actually enjoyed seeing a hot muscle daddy cursing over a game like an obsessed teenager.