FUCK STICK (BOTTOM TO TOP; FUCKBOY/JOCK TF)

FUCK STICK (BOTTOM TO TOP; FUCKBOY/JOCK TF)

Fucking tops. It's Friday, nearly midnight and instead of dancing I'm stuck in the washroom at a gay club, hiding from some shithead.

"Tops, right?"

Next to me is a tall guy in a flannel shirt. He's pretty hot, but, urgh, he's the last thing I want to be thinking of right now.

"Yeah," I try to sound chatty, but it's clear I'm pretty annoyed "How did you know?"

He turns to me and crosses his arms, grinning, "Oh, you know. What happened? I bet you have loads of guys chasing after you"

It's true. I mean, look at this ass

"Urgh. This guy grabbed me from behind and started grinding against me. Can you believe it?? He didn't even ask, all I did was wink at him."

"Hmphh, you winked at him? Sounds like he was giving you what you wanted. You know, all you bottoms are the same. Needy. Demanding. Seeing real men as just dumb grunting animals. Maybe that guy was trying to do you a favour?"

I groan and turn around to leave "Oh, fuck you." Just what I need, another smug shithead.

He heckles me from behind. "God, twinks like you are so fucking lame. Maybe we're fed up of being nagged all the time?". He sounds kinda angry, but I ignore him, and roll my eyes.

"You know what, grab your dick."

I freeze, and my eyes go wide with shock. Why am I so shaken? That's not the worst thing I've heard at a club. I try to move but I can't, I just sputter, "Wh- what?? I'm not doing that"

He grins, "I'm not asking"

I feel something pull against my pants, but I look down and see it's my own arm

"WHAT THE FUCK! Are you... you're doing this?" My arm creeps down, playfully running my fingers over my tight stomach, and slips down through my waist band.

"Haha, yeah I am bro. So, bottom bottom bottom. What to do with you. What if I open your eyes a little?"

I, I start to shake. Something in me feels good. Beefy guys start to flash through my mind, and whatever's taken over my hand knows what it's doing down there. Athletes, wrestlers, big bulges in tight clothes...

"Here's the thing. There's enough brats like you around here bro. Someone's gotta do something. Think of it like, uh, giving back to the community."

The images in my mind start to change. The models get smaller, swapping out athletes for tight twinks in tighter shorts. Instead of biceps, I'm thinking of big, curvy asses, and my hand... I can't control myself. I wanna grab someone, anyone, and start grinding.

But then, one of my crushes slides by - Jason, a HUGE wrestler on my college team. Biggest pecs I have seen in my life. Thank fuck, finally, a real man. He looks at me with his big, brown eyes and oh my god, my heart flutters. I look up at him and in my mind I start to walk towards him

The guy in the flannels shirt is egging me on, "Go on, do it." How does he know what I'm thinking? Whatever.

I reach out, and Jason smiles. That big, goofy, handsome grin... and then he turns around. He gets down on the mats, on his hands and knees, raising his big, firm ass into the air. I'm looking right at it.

I squirm. "Oh god. No. No no no no no"

"Uh, actually, yes." The guy in the washroom grins. "I want you to be a dumb, grunting animal, you will do that for me. Are you starting to understand?"

I lean down over the sink, but in my fantasy I fall against Jason. I hold him tight, pinning his big sweaty form down against the mats. At first, there's barely anything I can do to control him - he's WAY bigger than me, but soon I start to feel... bolder. Firmer. He tries to roll me over, but I slip my arm around his shoulder and a vein pops up over my bicep. My legs strain and my glutes start to stretch. Fuck, my whole body is throbbing.

I grunt, and slam him downwards, which gives moment to catch my breathe. Does he feel less sweaty? I wipe my forehead. Wait, am I more sweaty?

"Yeah bro. I know what you're thinking, I know how much you love guys after they've worked out. Damp clothes, that manly smell... it's exactly what every bottom wants these days. Now it's yours"

We twist around each other, and I reach my arms across his body. Wait, all the way around? His shoulders have gotten smaller, thinner... twinkier. And, well, mine are the opposite. He lunges, but I grapple him. All the mass has gone from his legs, meanwhile, my biceps are big enough to crack a skull.

"I want to make you a real fuckboy, you know? Someone who just thinks with his dick. Gym, sex, gym, sex, gym, sex... I want you to always be turned on, I want it to control you, I want you to never get a break."

I've got him, firm between my legs. Jason's tiny now, the same size I was 2 minutes ago, and I start to grind my bulge against his soft, bubbly ass. Fuck. Fuck! It's so good. This is the best fantasy I've ever had in my life. I want to fuck him so bad.

My whole body is throbbing, shaking. Blood is pulsing through my, through my everything. Fuuuuuck. I feel almost dizzy. Everything about this almost feels real. I go to lift up my shirt, but it's gone, and I run my other hand over my stomach. It's like I can really feel the abs

I cum. Oh my god, did I just cum in a... a washroom at a night club? And, I was thinking about topping a guy??

"Ahem". I turn to stare at the guy next to me. He looks pleased with himself. Very pleased.

"There bro! How do you look?"

I look in the mirror, and it hits me like a fucking brick. My body... my clothes. Oh my god, everything's gone. THAT WAS REAL? I look like some stupid fuckboy. Am I a stupid fuckboy? Is that a JOCKSTRAP? My jeans are gone, now just a pair of shorts. Very short shorts. Is that it? Is that all I'm wearing? Over the top of my huge pecs I see my converses are gone too, swapped out for some worn down gym shoes.

This can't be real. If it is, my boyfriend is 100% going to break up with me. How do I even explain this? That I'm like, ripped now? No, wait... that's not it. I try to imagine him topping me but, but, fuck, it feels so gross. A total turnoff

"Of course you don't want to let him top you. You're not a bottom anymore... that's kind of the whole point."

But he would never let me top him. But maybe we don't need to have sex for a while. That wouldn't be so bad, would it...

"AHAHAHA, sorry, with your new sex drive? What part of a fucking animal don't you understand"

There's no way he would want to stay with a horny fuckboy, but, but...

what if I am a stupid fuckboy? I'm already thinking of a nice, tight twink. I'm not that interested in him anyway - he's too tall, too beefy. All the guys I saw earlier are racing through my head. The skinny guy I danced with with the great ass, that cute short one by the bar... urgh, he had those perfect legs, that cute crop top, tight stomach... I bite my lower lip and reach down...

"NO!!"

I start hyperventilating. "This isn't me. I'm not a jock, I am ABSOLUTELY not a top. And," I lift up my arm, "there's no way I actually smell like this"

He laughs, like he's having the fucking time of his life. Maybe he is. "HAHA, sorry dude, yeah you do. And, yeah, you are. Think of that fuck stick like a gift, not just to you, but also to every cute boy you see on grindr. You'll get used to it, trust me"

His words flood my head... I imagine scrolling through the app in bed later, looking at the sea of boys all desperate for me... I reach down again...

"NO! Fuck! Make it stop. Why are you doing this to me?!!"

He pauses for a moment, then sighs and shakes his head. His expression... he's looking at me like he thinks I'm stupid. Does he think I'm stupid? No way - this motherfucker!

"Really? I know I fried a few wires up there dude, but you cannot seriously be asking that. Why do you think I'm doing it?"

"I - I..." I can't find any words. I really don't know. I just don't fucking get it. He's ruining my body, my LIFE, and for what? Fun? Revenge?

But he laughs, and looks at me. I'd think he was being pitiful if he wasn't grinning so fucking hard.

"Bro," he says, "I'm doing this because I think it's hot."

My heart sinks. "You're doing this because, because it fucking turns you on? Don't you give a shit about me at ALL?? I'm going to lose my boyfriend, I'm trapped in this horny, sweaty, disgusting body..."

"Just stop complaining. You know, so what if you don't get in a say in this! Sometimes you just gotta take what life gives you, and right now that's a huge fucking cock"

I feel like I'm about to burst out crying. He grabs my new, boyish face, and pulls it up towards his. "So, yah! Glad I could clear that up," he laughs, "Look, ok, this isn't gonna work if you're gonna be such a fucking loser about it. It's also not gonna work out if you don't work out - you gotta be going to the gym from now on. Those biceps, those pecs... you're chiseled like a statue and I'm not gonna let those new muscles go to waste. You need to be in there DAILY."

He gives my cheeks a squeeze, then lets me go. I clutch my face. It feels different, unfamiliar. Am I crying?

"URGH, bro, will you just quit looking at me like that. Puppy dog eyes, I shouldn't have made you so fucking handsome... Look, I'm gonna give you one last chance, ok: cheer up, right fucking now, or else I'm gonna have to do some rewiring. Right now, all your decisions are being made up there", he flicks my forehead, and then he smirks and grabs my crotch. "But, if I flick the switch, this guy gets to do all the thinking. You'll be so dumb, so horny, HAH, you'll be drooling over your own dick. A real fucking animal. Got it?"

If I don't get a grip, it's over for me. But what do I do? I gulp, and try to swallow my tears. I wash my face a little in the sink. He stares down at me, and the two of us stand in silence. It feels like forever, but it must have been just a minute.

I look up at him, and let out a squeak. "Yeah. You're right. I got it"

"No." he says "I don't think you do."

Damnnnnn, look at these pecs. Fuck, what was I doing? Whatever, I gotta get back out there. See if that blonde guy by the bar is taken. Just thinking of him and his ass makes me wanna... I grab my crotch, and let out a moan.

Wait, is that cum? Yoo how did I not realise. I clean myself up and slide my waistband back over my jockstrap, letting it snap into place against my cum gutters. I flex, and light shines off my glistening, sweaty muscles - if someone were to see me now, they'd think I was a greek statue. These strong, firm thighs, the perfect curve of my glutes... these shoulders look like they were made by fucking Michelangelo.

Nah, I'm way better than that. A statue doesn't have a dick. See you at the club, bro

I love firefighter TFs.

Fire Captain Benedict

(Content: Age Progression, Muscle Growth, Body Hair, Beard Growth, Firefighter TF, Musk TF, Clothes TF, Uniform TF, Forced TF)

The intense summer heat of the day slowly gave place to the warm air of the summer night at the fire station. The firefighters, after an exhausting day of draining missions, were finally returning from their daily battles, their faces showing the fatigue and their big bodies fully drenched in sweat. The air was thick with the strong scent of smoke and the musk of their hard labor. Not that they cared about it, it was just a souvenir of their bravery.

As they entered, they passed by a van of a company of electrical services, that was pulled up in front of the station. “They still didn’t fix that shit?” Rick, one of the firemen, mumbled in annoyance.

Outside the van, three electricians were preparing their equipment for another night of attempts to fix the issues of the station. Accompanying the electricians, there was also a slender, scrawny young man, barely 20 years old, called Ben. This was his first major job as an intern, and he didn’t know what to expect of such an overwhelming place. Since he was hired, all he did was stay locked in a boring office all day, so he was happy to finally go out in a mission. Ben even got to wear a hi-vis suit for the first time, and he was particularly excited about this part.

Ben had always been a curious guy, and he wanted to explore the fire station. As the electrician team began unloading their tools, one of them handed Ben a checklist.

"Stay close. This place is a maze and we don't want to lose you."

Ben nodded in agreement, but his curiosity was winning against his desire to obey the orders and cause a good impression on his first mission. The huge fire station, with its huge trucks and handsome men, caught his attention too quickly. As the electricians were busy checking the station’s electrical systems, Ben found himself wandering through the corridors, sneaking into rooms to look at all the cool equipment.

As he passed by the firemen, he couldn’t help but notice how burly and manly they were. They might train a lot. At the same time, he started to feel too small and out of place among all of them. His hi-vis gear was giving a few more confidence, but not enough to even compete against the firemen around him in their imposing uniforms.

b‘Are beards a requirement to be a firefighter now?’ he asked himself as he realised that many of the men were proudly showing their dense facial hair. He felt like he could taste all of the testosterone in that place, and it was suffocating.

As he walked, taking looks at every corner and details of the building, Ben eventually stumbled into the dressing room. The smell hit him first, a potent mix of sweat, smoke, musk and rubber. The room was filled with firefighters stripping off their gear after their long shift, with their faces marked by exhaustion and frustration. They looked up as Ben entered, not expect to see the skinny intruder.

"Hey, look who’s here," called out one of the firefighters, the burly man named Rick. "A little lost, right?"

Ben felt a bit of embarrassment but tried to keep his composure. "Hey, sir. I’m just, uh, checking things out," he said, showing his checklist and forcing a deep voice.

Rick’s eyes gleamed with mischief as he sized up the skinny intern. Shirtless, he was almost touching Ben’s face with his big chest. The smell of sweat was intoxicating. Rick took the checklist out of his hand to take a look, and then put it away. Then, he laid his eyes on Ben’s uniform, the loose hi-vis suit.

“Checking things out, huh? Are you sure you’re not here to take a look at how an actual work gear is supposed to look like?"

The room got filled with menacing looks, too harsh and mocking. Ben's face turned red as he tried to think of a response, but his mind went blank.

Another firefighter, a tall man named Dave, stepped forward.

"Hey, Rick, maybe we should give the kid a real taste of the action. You know, to make him feel welcome."

Rick’s mean smile widened.

“That’s a great idea, Dave." He pointed to a pile of dirty, sweat-soaked firefighting suits in the corner. "How about you put one of these on, young man?"

“No, Rick. Get him our special one.” Dave said as he went to a separate locker and took out a full firefighter gear. It looked heavy, big and dirty. Not only dirty, but its smell quickly consumed the already musky room. The gear had the smell of strong body odour, men’s body spray and salty sweat, sweat that seemed to be stuck in the suit for weeks if not months.

Ben hesitated, sensing the mockery but feeling too intimidated to refuse. "I don't think that's a good idea. I'm just an intern…”

"An intern, huh?" interrupted Rick. "Well, if you want to learn, you gotta put yourself in the shoes of actual labor. Put it on and let’s see.”

The firefighters crowded around Ben, their laughter consumed his ears as they threw that dirty suit near his feet. The gear was grimy, reeking of smoke and sweat, the fabric stiff with the residues and fluids of all the men that had ben inside it.

"Go on, dude," Rick urged, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Show us what you’re made of."

With trembling hands, Ben began to put it on. As soon as he took a closer look, se noticed that those men weren’t using that gear for work, but rather something else. He paralysed as he noticed the cum stains inside the pants and inside the boots. Stains that had been building up for several days.

“Don’t waste out time, boy.” Rick said and the other men got around him. No way that he could leave that place without doing what they asked.

He slowly started to dress up. The boots were too big, the pants were too heavy and loose for his thin legs. They were also too heavy for him to even move.

“Let me help you out, bro.” Another firefighter got behind him and took off Ben’s bright hi-vis vest and jacket. “Get a taste of what a real hard working man should wear.”

Ben wasn’t expecting that the man behind him would also grab his t-shirt to take it off, exposing his slender frame to all those muscular men.

“Hey, you gotta put this on first.” Dave took off his own uniform t-shirt, and used it to wipe off the sweat on his forehead before giving it to Ben. “You gotta pay respect to the uniform.”

The shirt was wet and warm. Way too loose. Rick put the suspenders on his shoulders and helped him to wear the heavy firefighter jacket. As soon as he saw it, his faced turned into disgust as there was also cum stains inside the jacket. Rick closed it up on Ben’s body. The gear was too heavy for him to even move and the jacket hung off him like a sack. He could feel the dampness of the sweat and cum that had been sealed into the suit, sticking to his skin. The firefighters’ laughter grew louder as he struggled with the gear.

"Look at him!" shouted Dave. "He can’t even stay standing. Maybe we should call his mommy to give a help."

"I-I can do it," Ben muttered, trying to ignore their bullying, feeling an urge to prove himself to those guys.

"Oh, he's got some spirit," said another firefighter, a bald man named Sam. "Maybe he could be our new mascot. Or a new place for us to put our cum since this gear is too over-worn already. What do you think, Rick?"

Rick chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah, he wouldn’t last a day here. He’s just a weak dude playing dress up. But he can be our new cum sock once he builds up a little.

"I bet he can't even lift a hose," Dave said with a smirk. "Probably doesn't even know the difference between a nozzle and a hydrant."

Ben couldn’t stand the rancid air, the despair, humiliation and discomfort.

“Let’s see how much weight you can handle.” Sam got closer carrying a bunch of firefighting equipment. A belt was wrapped around us body and so was a heavy backpack with a tank for oxygen. Finally, Sam took a helmet on the floor and put Ben’s small head.

As soon as the helmet touched his hair, his scalp started to itch. Then, a sudden and inexplicable energy spread throughout his body. His heart skipped a beat, and a strange warmth grew from his chest outward. He got nauseous from the weight of the gear as his body began to change. The laughter around him faded as the firefighters started to witness an unexpected scene.

“What's happening to him?" Dave whispered.

Rick stared with wide eyes. "What the fuck."

Each step of those changes were followed by intense pain and pressure. I’m front of the firemen’s eyes, Ben’s body stretched and shifted, and the oversized gear gradually started to fit him perfectly. His bones ached as they grew, his muscles burned as they swelled with newfound strength, exploding in size. He gritted his teeth as the pain intensified, and his body trembled as his height towered all the men in that room.

Suddenly, Ben felt a strange tingling on his scalp. He reached up and took off the helmet, running his fingers through his hair as it began to thin and recede. He could feel the strands slipping away, leaving his scalp exposed. The sensation was both weird and oddly freeing, like shedding an old skin. His hairline crept back more and more.

"Look at his hair!" Sam said, in awe and horror. "It’s falling!"

Ben’s face contorted with the pressure as more changes were happening. His skin toughened, becoming rough and tanned, as if it was refined by years of exposure to hard labour and elegant maturity. Lines of age and wisdom carved themselves deeper around his eyes and mouth. He felt his jawline grow more pronounced, his cheekbones sharper. Within moments, he was completely bald, the gleaming scalp reflecting the harsh fluorescent lights of the room. A thick, dense beard sprouted across his face in a contrast to his smooth scalp.

His face wasn’t the only place to be covered by a forest of thick hair. Underneath his t-shirt, that was perfectly fitting to his body now, chest hair was sprouting wildly all around his new massive muscles. The hair spread to his arms, shoulders, back, legs and his newly grown bulge. It was itchy and felt like burning.

"Wh-what are you?" Rick stepped back, shocked by what he be just seen.

Ben's thoughts raced as he tried to comprehend the miraculous transformation he just went through. The pain had been intense, but the result was astonishing. He felt powerful, confident, and fuelled by a sense of purpose he had never known before. The sudden and violent loss of his youth (and hair) was disorienting and disturbing. He was hit by a momentary panic about the permanent disappearance of his old and familiar self. But he also felt free. Free from his weakness and lack of confidence. Free from his small young frame that could never make anyone take him seriously. Free from his self imposed limited and finally ready to become the man that has always been hidden inside his youthful body. His mind welcomed those new strength and wisdom, a sense of authority and leadership that overshadowed his initial shock and fear of what had happened.

"I'm Captain Benedict now," he declared in a deep and commanding voice. He didn’t know where it was coming from or how did he even get this new posture. Now, all those firemen looked younger, smaller and shorter than him, and they all lifted their heads to look to him in the eye.

The room fell silent, the laughter and mockery were replaced by awe and disbelief. Rick and the others nodded quickly, their eyes wide with astonishment. Benedict was confused. What new prank was that? Were they all pretend to obey him just to pull another joke?

Dave, swallowing hard, finally found his voice. "Captain Benedict... what do you want us to do?"

Captain Benedict stepped forward with his imposing presence. Part of him was still suspicious of what was happening but the other accepted his role as a fire captain.

“First, you can start by cleaning this mess. And start acting like the adult men you are. There's no place for this behaviour in this station."

Sam nodded in shame. "Yes, Captain. We're sorry."

Rick, still stunned by the transformation he had just watched, lowered his head. "It won't happen again, Captain. We promise."

"Promises aren't enough. You'll all be on thin ice from now on. Any mistakes and you're out. Do I make myself clear?" The captain’s eyes hardened.

"Yes, Captain!" the firefighters said together with fear and respect and stepped aside, humbled and respectful, to make way for their new captain, who proudly wore that gear he was forced to wear.

On the outside, the electricians had finished their inspection and were starting to pack their stuff to go back.

"Where's the kid?" one of them asked the other as they noticed Benedict’s absence.

Before anyone could answer, they heard the door behind them being opened. Captain Benedict walked out, completely different from less than an hour before, but the resemblance was still there. He approached the electricians, his old coworkers, who stared at him in disbelief.

"Ben? Is that you?" Tom finally managed to ask, his voice a mix of disbelief and awe.

"It'’s Benedict, now. Captain Benedict.” the captain replied with a slight smile on his lips. "Thank you for your work. Our issues on the station are finally fixed."

The electricians stood in shock, as their memories started to twist to accommodate this new event in their lives. They finished packing their tools and left, still processing the event they had witnessed. The captain, who was nothing more than a useless intern, was right. The issue was fixed, they just needed a captain to put things in place.

DILF tf, silver fox tf???

snap

Hello there! It’s not often I get asked to age someone up. I’d be happy to help you with this one.

Let’s see… Where should I start. You said silver fox, right? You’re feeling your head get itchy right now, and that’s only because I’m making it shorter. I’m making the sides grey, so there’s your silver! Your jawline is tingling as I make it more chiselled and I’m going to add just a hint of stubble too.

You said older, right? It’s going to show in your face. Some deep crevices and laugh lines, especially around your eyes and mouth. You still look handsome though. Especially now that I’ve made your eyes a piercing blue. Look at me a second. Wow, you’ll have people willing to do anything do you with baby blues like that.

But hey, it’s not all bad! Your body is expanding out as I make your muscles bigger and stronger. Do you want perky nipples? Of course you do. See how they point out on the end of your massive pecs? Holy fuck that’s hot dude.

Bigger arms next! Some massive guns on you. And a full sleeve tattoo. Oh baby it’ll drive your admirers wild.

Imagine getting out of the shower every morning, looking in the mirror and you see this. Actually, we don’t have to imagine. There you go! Like what you see? Yeah I thought so.

Okay but now you’re late for work! Here’s your uniform. Brown pants, brown shirt, black boots. Feel your mind changing as you’re putting them on? Here’s the last piece: a black tactical vest. You’re a cop dude.

But go ahead, snap a picture and send it to that guy you saw at the club. Tell him he’s going to jail unless you fill his hole tonight. Tell him to submit to you. You’re a boss, nobody fucks with you.

Sometimes I look into the mirror and hate how short and chubby I am. Is there something you can do to change that?

snap

Hey little buddy, I'm sorry you're so down on yourself. Let's see what I can do to help you out, shall I?

Your legs are getting thicker and more muscular. I'll thin out your stomach and harden it with some abs. Go ahead and flex them, run your fingers across your flat stomach. All that chub is gone. You like?

But look at your chest! It's expanding, growing and pushing out, right in front of your eyes. Massive man-tits. But don't worry, it's all muscle. That muscle will continue into your arms and shoulders. You've got a massive top shelf now.

Can I alter your face? Wait, why am I asking for permission. Let's add some facial hair: a tight and tidy moustache and a goatee? Short, curly hair on top. Dark hair, yeahhh that's it! Oh baby, we're gonna have to go all out now. Your skin is getting darker. A dark caramel-like brown.

And done! You're still short, but at least you're not short and chubby — you're short and muscular!

To just give in and let the change take you... Perfect.

More Than a Costume

It was supposed to be just a one-time gag. At least, that was what Jake told himself when he first bought the bodysuit. And maybe he did believe it at first. He’d buy the bodysuit, wear it, and show up at his friend’s costume party for cheap laughs. Jake was certainly the talk of the party when he showed up with an all-new identity. After all, who could’ve expected that the lanky white guy would come looking like a genuine Latino with tattoos and a goatee? The bodysuit was so realistic that people didn’t believe him when he said he was actually just Jake wearing a costume. It even earned him 1st place in the costume contest, too!

Once the costume party was over, Jake didn’t know what to do with the bodysuit. He couldn’t return it now that it was used, and after spending $100 on it, Jake didn’t feel right about just throwing it out after only wearing it once. So he decided it would just remain hanging at the back of his closet until the occasion called for it. But as time passed, Jake found himself wanting to wear it again. No matter what he did, his mind wandered back to the Latino bodysuit. It was almost like it was subliminally calling out for him, begging him to wear it again. Jake tried to resist its call, but then he gave into the temptation one night. 

Jake took out the bodysuit from the depths of his closet and held it in his hands. The rubbery suit felt cool against his fingertips. When he first bought the suit, Jake was shocked by how lifelike the synthetic skin looked and felt. Even after some time, he was still thoroughly impressed by it. 

Not wanting to waste any more time, Jake zipped down the zipper on the back of the bodysuit and stretched the opening wide. Jake stuck his leg down the leg of the costume then did the same with the other as he began to pull up the suit to his waist. The sensation of his flaccid dick slipping into the bodysuit’s much girthier cock made goosebumps run up his spine as the cold, rubbery skin touched and wrapped around his warm groin. A shivering moan escaped Jake’s lips as his junked settled into the bodysuit like a snug jockstrap cup. 

Jake was much skinnier than the bodysuit, making for a loose fit as he continued putting it on. He stuck his arms into the sleeves of the bodysuit. His thin fingers slipped into the suit’s burly hands. He brought the suit up to his shoulders, then threw the head of the costume over his face like a helmet. Jake bounced around with glee once he had the suit completely on. The suit hung loosely over his face, chest, and other spots around his body like baggy clothes. Although it was clearly much too big for his small body frame, Jake wasn’t worried. All it took was a few minutes for his body heat to “activate” the bodysuit and bring it to life. He took a deep breath as he felt the oversized bodysuit shift and adjust to his size until it was a perfect fit. What was once a cold, lifeless suit made out of synthetic skin transformed into a living, breathing person like any other once Jake put it on. So long as he kept his lips shut, nobody would ever be able to tell there was a white man controlling this synthetic Latino body. 

“Mmm… ¡mi nuevo cuerpo se siente magnífico!” Jake purred as he ran his forefinger through his scruffy facial. He massaged his neck as he spoke with his new, thick Puerto Rican accent. As someone with a relatively high-pitched voice and couldn’t grow anything beyond peach fuzz, Jake was jealous of other men who had the masculine features he always found attractive. 

He took a look at his handsome new face in the mirror and winked at himself. Jake felt right at home in his new skin and identity. As he donned the multiple piercings that came with his purchase before heading out for a night of fun as Rodrigo, Jake had no idea what putting on the bodysuit for a second time would do to his psyche. Bodysuits were addicting to wear. They made every physical sensation stronger, including and especially pleasure. That was a lesson that Jake would have to learn the hard way as he continued living as Rodrigo for days on end, refusing to take it off as he had fully convinced himself that he was always a Latino man and not some rubber bodysuit.

I am sorry for my lack of updates. I want to write more... I have 12 drafts in my drafts queue, but there is some mental block preventing me from getting those stories out. I can't describe it.

There will be more from me, at some point. I am sorry I am unable to deliver consistent material to you.

I hope everyone has a pleasant and safe August.