While I Was Lifting Weights At The Gym, I Could Tell That I Was Being Watched Closely By The Only Other

While I was lifting weights at the gym, I could tell that I was being watched closely by the only other guy here. Eventually the built, big-bellied man walked to the end of the bench and started shaking his head, as though he thought I wasn’t pushing myself hard enough. I tried my best to ignore him, unaware that he was about to take it into his own hands to enhance my workout.

He grabbed my feet and dragged me off the bench as he stuffed them into his mouth, quickly gulping down my legs so that he could reach for my arms and stop me grabbing anything to pull myself free. He swallowed hard with his powerful throat muscles to have me packed away inside his round, firm gut as fast as possible.

Initially I fought against the crushing pressure of his stomach out of pure instinct, terrified by the thought that I was about to be churned up and treated like food. However, I started to notice a regular rhythm to how the muscular walls were pressing in on me, almost like it was being done manually. I realised that he was actually flexing his abs on purpose, trying to create resistance for me to push against that was way more intense that the exercise I had planned.

“There you go buddy, now keep it up while I go lift some real weights. You’ll thank me later!” He laid his heavy body down on the bench with a loud thud, continuing to squeeze his gut in on me while he started pumping iron. Something about the warmth inside him and the pulsating flesh around me was actually incredibly sensual, making my cock grow hard. I decided to put my energy to better use by jerking off, making the man who’d swallowed me pretty pleased with how energetic my squirming got and building up a pretty big bulge of his own.

“You’re really going for it there, aren’t you? I think I’ll bring you back to my place after this, then we can really work up a sweat together!”

I happily accepted his invitation, since the time I’d spent filling him up meant it was only fair that I got to be filled up myself in some way…

no need for showers when I’m your armpit hair the musk is the best part.

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Mohammad

Mohammad had just finished freshening up after a hot shower. He needed some time to wind down after a pretty busy day at the office. He had a whole routine planned for his evening to recharge his batteries, which started with a steaming hot soak in the shower.

After he stepped out of the bathroom, Mohammad proceeded to put on a pair of freshly washed sweatpants and a tank top. He then went on to change the bed sheets on his bed. Then, after turning on the TV to Hulu, the doorbell rang. Mohammad hurried to his door and brought in his ramen order from Postmates. He smacked his lips as he brought it into his room, the aroma of the pork broth filling his nose.

Mohammad enjoyed slurping his ramen as he watched some Hulu original movie. Although the plot was pretty stupid, the comedy was on point. Once the movie was done, Mohammad threw his head back in pure bliss and a full stomach. He laid there on his cotton pillows, feeling satisfied with everything he had treated himself to. Though he was feeling content, Mohammad couldn’t fall asleep just yet. That’s when he hopped out of bed and went over to his dresser. He opened the bottom drawer and gazed upon his jockstrap collection. Between various colors and styles, his jockstrap collection was as impressive as it was extensive. Mohammad liked using a different jockstrap for every guy he hooked up with. His collection grew little by little over the years until he had a whole drawer full of jockstraps, each one tied to a specific body.

“There it is,” Mohammad said as he plucked out a blue jockstrap with a drawstring on the crotch. He held it to his nose and gave it a deep sniff, inhaling the smell of his old cum and the sweat from the guy who topped him. Even though Mohammad couldn’t remember his name anymore, he loved wearing it. Mohammad remembered how that guy was dead set on bottoming, but he managed to convince him to try topping him. Now, after getting cummed in, he had a jockstrap tied to him too.

Mohammad slipped the blue jockstrap on and instantly felt his body begin to transform. His hair began to grow out longer, his beard filled in to a scruffier length, and body hair sprouted out all along his body. His twink body started growing girth, matching the beefy body of the guy who had topped him. His butt inflated slightly to match the furry otter’s ass, and he felt the jockstrap get tighter around the crotch as his new dick grew in size. Within a minute, Mohammad was an exact copy of the otter he had fucked.

“Ahhh… How I’ve missed this body!” Mohammad said as he cupped one of his hairy pecs. He then proceeded to download Scruff, ready for a hookup. One good fuck was all Mohammad needed to make an already great self care night into a perfect one.

You see, papacito? I could eat you up, completely devour you, and it would make a very little difference in my physique, fat-wise. I vore my victims into all-muscle. All, what, 130 pounds of your twink ass means nothing more than a snack for me. I’m going to turn you into my daily protein and call it a day. Now stop fighting me and come get eaten. You know you want it.

After body swapping on vacation I decided to swap with this guy heading to the bathroom I explored my new hairy body snapping a few pictures to create a quick profile After looking for local hookups I found someone I was going to plow, heading over to his apartment sending a picture of myself I knew I was going to stay as this guy for a while.