Rescuing Karl

Rescuing Karl

First story with AI-generated images.

It had been just over a year since Karl's mysterious disappearance. He was such a positive, kind guy that his unexplained disappearance took everyone by surprise.

His friend John never stopped searching, even after the police did. The pair had been best friends ever since Kindergarten and he knew something just wasn't right and Karl would never have left like this without telling him.

After 12 months of gathering clues, numerous dead-ends and setbacks, he'd finally found a promising lead about something suspicious at the local army base. The following weekend there was a military parade planned, which would be the perfect cover story for him to enter the base and see if he could find Karl or any clues that could lead him to his long lost friend.

After a long week of waiting and planning, he easily passed through the checkpoint as a parade visitor and, when no guards were looking managed to sneak away and headed towards the barracks. According to the intel he received in a chatroom, there was a secret facility where several people seemed to have ended up. Using the route he'd memorized during the week, he made his way to the building in question. The place was deserted - probably due to the parade - but as he peered into the block's gym, he noticed a man with a remarkably recognizable face.

The door creaked as he pushed it open, alerting the attention of the man working out. At that point, John froze. "Karl?! Is that you?!"

The hulk of a man glared back at him for what felt like forever, but was in reality only a few seconds. His gaze lifted and the man replied. "John??? Is that really you? What are you doing here? I mean, how did you find me?" The colossus moved towards John and gave him a hug. Karl was never this tall previously, and certainly 100lbs lighter just one year ago. Karl slightly crushed John as they embraced. Karl was sweaty from working out and some transferred to John, but he didn't mind since he'd finally found his friend!

"I knew you would be here!" replied a relieved John "Look, I'm here to get you out of here. What did they do to you? You look so... different." John examined Karl's body which was unmistakedly that of some gym-obsessed ultra-masculine type - sure Karl did some weights at college, but nothing on this level. He was bigger and taller in every sense.

"You wouldn't believe what they did to me, John. It's crazy here! They took me and performed some top secret program on me called The Augmentation and injected me with stuff and fed me crazy shit and now look at me!" Karl briefly paused. It seemed like he had so much to tell John, but he stopped himself and looked around. "But you're in danger John, if anyone sees you, you might never escape! Let me get changed quickly. okay?" Karl didn't wait for a response. He headed to his bag next to a bench and pulled out some khakis. He stripped in full view of John who got a glimpse of Karl's massive softie swinging between his legs.

"Bro, I can see anything you know" John quipped as he glanced away and held a hand in front of his eyes.

"Sorry bro," Karl laughed "I've not had any privacy for all the time I've been here. There's 11 other guys in my dorm so I guess I gotten used to it." John felt a deep sense of guilt and empathy for Karl and all the things he must have endured. But before he could think much more, Karl was ready again.

His form was certainly incredibly impressive to behold and something only a tiny percentage of bodybuilders would achieve - let alone just in one year. But luckily John could still hear Karl inside that hulk of a body.

"Quick, follow me!" Said Karl and headed to the corridor. Karl scanned each corner before proceeding with military precision, It seems they must have trained him to do just these types of activities. He escorted John downstairs into the basement, continually checking that no one else would see us or question their presence. He opened a door with a key code and led John inside. "Quick, in here!" he hurried John inside.

It was completely dark inside with no natural light. Karl flicked a switch and some harsh, fluorescent strip lights clicked and flashed into life. John looked around and saw six bunk beds with space for 12. "What, is this where you've been living?" Asked John. The smell of body odour, cheap deoderant and well worn boots started to reach his nose. "But Karl, we need to get out of here!"

Karl walked over to what must have been his bunk and took a seat. "But John, who said I wanted to leave here? I didn't say anything about wanting to leave, or not liking it here."

John froze, unable to process what he thought Karl meant.

Karl continued "Didn't you think it was odd that you just stumbled across me all alone in the gym and the place is otherwise conveniently empty? Who do you think told you all those things in the chatroom, eh?" Karl let a wicked grin form on his face.

"Wait, that was you? You tricked me?" John couldn't believe what he was hearing and was scanning the room for ways out.

As John panicked, Karl calmly took out a needle from a drawer and calmly injected himself in the arm with some form of serum. He let out a low groan of pleasure as some sense of tension appeared to be released. " Doctor's orders" he remarked. "Thing is John, I fucking love it here. I mean, look at me? I'm a fucking alpha! The Colonel told me you were causing trouble and gave me the order to capture and detain you. And I was all too happy after I found out you were trying to blow the lid off on us Augments."

John, still struggling to believe what was happening, stuttered "But...but...but...we've been friends since...forever and now you..." John didn't want to finish that thought.

Karl continued talking anyway as he unlaced his boots and made himself comfortable. "Bro, I know I knew you when I was Karl, but that nothing compared to the rebirth I went through with my 11 Augment brothers. It's an unbreakable bond. We have no secrets from each other and nowhere to hide from each other. But what would I want to hide from them anyway?. They taught us how to think and operate exactly the same as each other so we are truly one unbreakable unit. One unbreakable unit." He repeated, almost in a trance. "This is my home now, you know? Ever since My Augmentation started, I loved this place and the simplicity of my purpose and being able to fit everything I own into a dufflebag in case of deployment. Sleeping alone just seems fucking weird somehow haha. I belong with my brothers now." He patted the bedpost with affection, while John couldn't believe that someone could consider this a place worthy of living in. He must have been brainwashed to be some mindless drone that just follows orders, he thought.

John got increasingly scared and tried to run away, but the door was locked. Karl stepped up behind him and put a heavy hand on the door "Nice try, but you won't be leaving here. You're part of the second stage of the experiment. But it's easy - all you have to do is breathe..." Within a split second Karl had pinned John to the wall and held one of his boots over John's mouth and nose. John resisted but was no match of the augmented Karl. "Remember that hug? The pheromones in my sweat should already be working on you. The concentrated aerosol in my boots should speed things up too. Just breathe nice and deep."

Lazy - 5 Years On

Read the original from @exploratorytfs here.

Five years have flown by since I decided to cut ties with my ex. Let me tell you, life's been nothing short of spectacular.

After our breakup, I channeled all my energy into self-improvement. The gym became my sanctuary, where I sculpted my body into a work of art. It's not just about aesthetics; it's about feeling empowered and in control. And believe me, I've mastered it.

My dedication paid off handsomely when I caught the eye of a talent scout. Now, I'm the face (and body) of a top-notch sportswear brand. Modeling has become my passport to success, and I'm thriving under the spotlight.

Maintaining this physique is no easy feat, but the rewards are more than worth it. The attention and admiration I receive fuel my drive to keep pushing myself further. Actually, that, along with my charm have seemed to make me irresistible. Men and women alike are drawn to me like moths to a flame, and I'm reveling in every moment of it. Being single has its perks, and I'm making the most of it. My bed sees a new companion almost every night, each one eager to indulge in my company.

Just the other night, I found myself torn between a stunning bombshell and an adorable otter at the club. After some playful banter, I decided I was in the mood for something wild and went with the otter. We barely made it through the door before things heated up.

Clothes were torn off, and I eagerly threw him onto the bed, my thick, beer-can cock ready and waiting for action. I slid my finger into his eager hole, feeling the tightness grip me as he moaned in pleasure. His body arched beneath me, begging for more, and I couldn't resist giving in to his desires.

With each movement, I explored every inch of him, reveling in the sensation of his warmth and the sounds of his pleasure filling the room. It was a symphony of desire, a dance between two bodies hungry for release.

As I continued to tease and tantalize him, his moans grew louder, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I could feel him on the edge, teetering on the brink of ecstasy, and I was more than eager to push him over the edge.

With a final, deep thrust, I sent him spiraling into bliss.

His climax was explosive, his body shuddering with ecstasy as he released himself onto my hairy chest. The warmth of his release against my skin sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through me, igniting a primal need deep within.

Feeling him pulsing against me, his essence mingling with the dark hair that covered my chest, was enough to push me over the edge. With a primal growl, I surrendered to the pleasure, releasing my own huge load into his hole.

It was a moment of pure, unadulterated passion, and as we collapsed together in a tangled mess of limbs and sweat. I thought to myself, “Yeah, this isn’t lazy at all.”

Roomies

You know, I'm generally pretty happy with my life. But lately it's been just that bit better. I'm not gay, I just like guys sometimes. And it sometimes sucks that I can't do anything about it without people getting the wrong idea, you know?

I'd started chatting with some guys online, not with my real pics obviously. I thought it would help. It didn't. It just got me all frustrated. Then my roommate kept flaunting in front of me how great it is to be gay and pissing me right off. He said he was just the same as always. Then it hit me. I was fucking jealous!

To make matters worse, he found out that I was catfishing with his pics and he got super mad. That's how he found out that I sometimes like guys. But he was surprisingly nice about it after that.

I thought he was mocking me when he suggested we could switch places for a bit and I could explore with guys a bit. But I couldn't lie, I was too curious.

It was crazy that we were able to jump into each other's bodies. I felt so light, but it was hot! And I could finally write with those guys and send selfies since I technically wasn't catfishing anymore. And since his body was gay, I needed to pretend to be gay now too 💁‍♂️ Seeing someone else in the mirror/camera is surprisingly hot too.

It started to become a bit of an addiction. We'd swap for a few hours here and there initially. Then I went on a few dates. Then we'd swap for the weekend. He seemed to enjoy it quite a lot too. We'd swapped rooms, sleep in each other's beds, go about each other's routines. It was really hot to pretend to be gay. I'm surprised how well he can handle my body too, but that just makes it all the hotter. He could pretend to be me so well.

And so it went on for weeks. Sometimes we'd swap for extended periods. I'm not sure what he loved so much about being me since he couldn't act on his impulses, but he did say he liked to blend in a bit more and people to just respect him immediately. I think I've put on some extra muscle since he took over too.

The next part I'm not so proud of, but I just couldn't help it. He said we could swap until Friday, because he had plans on Saturday. I pretended not to know, and agreed. Little did he know that my friends were suprising me with a trip. And so on Friday morning, he got picked up by my friends for a surprise guys weekend of drinking, gambling and possibly strippers.

He told me he was pissed and didn't want to pretend to be the straight guy all weekend, but he had no choice now. And I really didn't want to go. It's kinda not my thing anymore.

And besides, I wanted to stay as him for the weekend. It was the most important weekend of the year for Miles, so I definitely couldn't miss it. And with my roomie gone, I'd have the whole apartment to myself.😈🌈

Finally together (part two)

Finally having a romantic relationship with Carl was bliss. We kissed and cuddled a lot at first and he loved feeling up my body. We tried sex too, but either he was too tight or I was too big now so it didn't really work. But that was fine. He gives an amazing handjob. And when we weren't being physical, we talked like before and I continued playing video games too.

I guess you could say that was the honeymoon period. I started missing my old life and friends and family. And I wasn't ready for the age difference. I definitely feel it. Sometimes people treat you differently. Other times I'm wide awake at 6am which would NEVER have happened before. And I definitely need to pay attention to what I eat more now. Before I could eat anything and not put on weight, but I noticed I put on a bit of fat from when I initially swapped.

Mentally though I also felt something was different now. I tried to carry on as I had before but it all felt forced somehow. I grew a bit distant to Carl and I started seeing him in a different light. In my heart we were equal souls, but at the same time, it just felt so wrong for someone like him to have an equal say as me. I was clearly the male in the relationship and I felt he should treat me as such. Sometimes I felt this homophobia in me that I tried to surpress, but over time it started to become more of a kink that I wanted to dominate boys.

For the first time in years, I was looking at other men other than Carl. The twinkier the better. He must have noticed I was acting weird because he confronted me. I initially got really defensive and retaliated because I felt he was trying to be better than me, but eventually I calmed down and I told him that I felt I was living a lie and I didn't want to resent him for it. I told him that I still loved him, but I started getting the feeling that he was holding me back from being my true self. It was so confusing for me too, but that's how I really felt. I told him that I wanted to explore my new identity a bit and that I felt he needed to follow what I said more.

I also told him that I was getting increasingly sexually frustrated and that it was his fault for not letting me fuck him. I just felt that I needed to fuck someone all the time and handjobs and blowjobs just weren't enough. I told him he ever needed to let me fuck him or I wanted an open relationship so I could release in some other twinks' holes. I know, I couldn't believe it either. I'd been so blind up until this point. In the past I was blinded by my love for him and I thought he was perfect and faultless and I'd never looked at anyone else. But now I see that the reality is that he needs a strong hand to tell him what's best for him. And his role in a relationship is to make sure his partner is satisfied. And if he can't deliver on that, it's my right to look elsewhere. I just needed the release so bad that I would take any ass at this point. It was all I could think about. The need to dominate.

He looked upset but he was willing to try. It also felt only right that he should listen to what I wanted and the power rush made me hard just thinking about it.

The next day when I came home after work with a few butt plugs and a dildo that I'd bought at the sex store. I came in, gave him a kiss and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. I wanted to make sure he was listening carefully. "I bought you a few things to get yourself ready for me. Can you do that?" I asked, I made sure to sound slightly caring, but also with a hint of 'not taking no for an answer'. He nodded meekly back and took the bag. "Good boy, I'm looking forward to it already." I told him.

Imagine if... (1)

Imagine there is some random guy on Grindr who keeps writing to you. He not unattractive, but he’s just not your type and seems a little creepy from the way he writes so you just don’t respond.

The next day, you’re no longer in your young, slim body but you’re in his! You’re so hairy now and you can scratch your thick beard. You must easily be 40 now. You start feeling a little horny so you open Grindr. You look at the muscle hunks that you like but somehow you’re not interested in those. Your new body betrays your mind and you keep looking at the cute twinky boys. Somehow anyone older than 24 is a turn off for you now. You try and ignore it and do something else, but you’re just so horny now. 

Your mind says it’s a bad idea, but your body is stronger. You write to some cute twinks. “Hey boy, looking cute”. Most don’t respond. Normally you’d stop here, but you’re too horny. You can’t help it. You send some unsolicited dick pics. “Wanna sit on daddy’s lap?”

And that’s how you became one of those creepy guys on Grindr.

Chronivac Implant (2)

Over the following weeks, the changes were slight but noticeable. He met twice a week with his coach and he was taught what he needed to know about maintaining his body, nutrition etc. He'd been given a provisional training plan and he was definitely out a lot more than he used to be and would come back directly from the gym in his gym clothes, still sweaty and all. Wild really because he used to be such a neat freak and was immaculately clean and likely repulsed by the thought of sweat. Now he seems to love his body and taking selfies.

Which reminds me too: I swear that thing is not only rewarding narcissism, purposely distracting him from things. Like he drops his bag down somewhere, or kicks off his shoes then will totally forget about it. It's like he doesn't even see the things lying around anymore. When I mention it to him, he genuinely seems surprised that I am telling him he left some protein shaker near the TV yesterday and it's still there. And anyway his OCD about these things must be being affected because his room is a far stretch from a few weeks ago. He was so neat and everything had a place, but since he was given a load of gymwear in his onboarding, he didn't really have a lot of space so it's either hanging out of drawers or just cast around the floor. Not sure if I'm just imaging the musk from his room or whether it's really there. But again, he seems chill with it.

One thing he said he was struggling with at his regular coaching sessions was sport. Part of the process of his therapy was choosing some characteristics and one was picking which sports he'd like. He told me he'd even asked to skip it, but he just had to choose something. Eventually they chose football for him. Apparently each time he has a session, some time is devoted to learning all he needs to know about football. He says he suddenly becomes hyper-attentive and they force tonnes of knowledge about rules, players, teams and past games into his head. Apparently it's exhausting because when he comes back after those sessions, he's always beat and lies down for a few hours.

Slowly though I can see he's taking an interest, or being conditioned to. For someone who hates sports, he was certainly changing. One evening we went out with friends and he'd keep glancing at the TV screens and losing the conversation. Another time he was totally not present and kept checking his phone every few minutes to check the score. When he saw the other team take the lead he cursed under his breath and looked genuinely frustrated.

As you can imagine, all this change took a lot of his energy. From coaching, to gym to recovery and everything else, it left little time to study. We had mid-terms and he barely scraped a pass. For some reason he was really happy about it? When I asked him what there is to be happy about, the previous straight-A student said something like "Because it's fucking working dude! Like before I'd study and ace it no problem, and even now I tried hard to study and concentrate in the exam. And I honestly did my best and don't know what else I could have done better and I got my first fucking D! I'm really changing bro - the best I can do is a D!" He had a beaming smile as if he'd really accomplished something.

And if you think that's crazy, wait til I tell you about his sex life.