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Gym alien takeover
In a gym on the other side of town, another scene was unfolding. The body of Joey, a handsome gym owner known for his muscular physique and charming personality, lay motionless on the floor.
The alien responsible for this scene was a tiny creature, barely visible to the unaided eye. It was currently perched on the desk, its attention focused on the open laptop in front of it.
The laptop screen displayed Joey’s bio, a detailed account of his life and achievements. The alien was reading through it, absorbing information about the man’s eating habits, exercise routines, and overall lifestyle. It wanted to understand how Joey’s body functioned, how it maintained its muscular physique, and the bio was a wealth of information.
Once it was done reading, the alien turned its attention back to Joey’s body. The man was still clad in his gym clothes, a tight-fitting tank top and shorts that showed off his muscular legs. His face was relaxed in death, his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted.
The alien reached out, its tiny hands touching Joey’s chest. The skin was warm under its touch, the muscles firm and well-defined. It could feel the man’s heart, still and silent in his chest.
With a mental command, the alien reanimated Joey’s body. The man’s chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his heart starting to beat once again. His eyes fluttered open, and he sat up, looking around with confusion.
The alien guided Joey’s body to stand up, moving him to the mirror. It made Joey flex his muscles, watching as the man’s biceps bulged and his abs tightened. It was fascinating to see, a testament to the effectiveness of Joey’s exercise routine.
Then, the alien made Joey speak. His voice was deep and resonant, a stark contrast to the silence of the gym. He recited lines from his videos, his tone confident and charismatic.
The alien was satisfied with its work. It had successfully reanimated Joey’s body and was now in control. It looked forward to exploring this new form, to understanding the physical prowess and allure of this human man.
The alien sent a command to Joey’s body, prompting him to gently pick up its tiny form from the desk. With careful movements, Joey placed the alien on his broad shoulder, the tiny creature settling comfortably against the firm muscles.
Then, with a flicker of amusement, the alien made Joey greet it. His voice boomed in the quiet gym, his tone filled with the cocky arrogance that was a trademark of his persona.
“Well, well, look at you, tiny buddy,” he began, his voice echoing around the room. “You picked a jackpot, didn’t ya? A prime specimen of human perfection. Joey, man. You’re in for a treat.”
Joey moved in front of the mirror, his eyes scanning his reflection. He flexed his biceps, his muscles bulging under the strain. “See this? Pure power, man. Hard work, dedication, and a diet that could kill a normal man. But not me. No, sir.”
He moved a hand down to his abs, tracing the defined lines with his fingers. “And these? Hours of grueling workouts. Sweat, pain, and a dogged determination. But they’re worth it, aren’t they?”
Joey’s reflection smirked at him from the mirror. He turned to the side, showing off his well-defined back and broad shoulders. “And don’t get me started on these. Carrying heavy weights, pushing past the limits. It’s all in a day’s work.”
He chuckled, the sound resonating in the empty gym. “So go ahead, little buddy. Explore. Feel the power, the strength. It’s all yours now.”
The alien, comfortably perched on Joey’s shoulder, couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement. Joey’s body was a new world to explore, a testament to human physical prowess. The journey was just beginning, and it was eager to see where it would lead.
Fro, still comfortably perched on Joey’s shoulder, directed the muscular body back to the desk. His tiny eyes scanned the laptop screen, which was now showing CCTV footage from 45 minutes ago. The footage showed a struggle, Fro trying to take control of Joey’s body.
A smirk appeared on Joey’s face as he watched the footage. “Gave you a hard time, didn’t I?” His voice was filled with the same cocky arrogance as before, a peculiar satisfaction in his tone. “But look at us now. You’ve got the controls, little guy.”
Joey began to narrate the struggle, his voice adding an extra layer to the silent footage playing on the screen. “See that? That’s when you first tried to get in. I could feel you there, like a tickle at the back of my mind. But I wasn’t going down that easy.”
He pointed at a moment in the footage where his body jerked, a grimace on his face. “That was a good one. You pushed, but I pushed back. Gave you a run for your money, didn’t I?”
Joey’s laughter filled the room, a stark contrast to the tense scenario portrayed on the screen. “But you’re stubborn, aren’t you? Kept at it. And here we are. You got the prize, champ.”
His reflection in the mirror was smirking, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Bet you didn’t expect that, did you? Joey putting up a fight. But it’s all good now. You got me, and I’m all yours.”
The footage ended, the screen returning to the CCTV menu. Joey moved the cursor to the ‘delete footage’ option, clicking on it with a finality. “Can’t have this getting out now, can we?” He chuckled, the sound echoing in the empty gym.
With the footage deleted, the evidence of their struggle was gone, wiped clean. It was a new beginning for Fro and Joey, the start of their bizarre partnership.
Fro, still perched on Joey’s muscular arm, was carefully guided towards the sweat stains on Joey’s tight shirt. The smell of sweat and exertion filled Fro’s senses, an alien scent that was as intriguing as it was unique.
After a moment, Joey moved Fro lower, towards his crotch. With a quick flick of his fingers, Joey undid his shorts, revealing his damp underwear. The remnants of their struggle, a physical sign of the moment Fro had taken control.
“Looks like you left a bit of a mess, huh?” Joey’s voice was filled with amusement, his tone still laced with his ever-present cockiness. “Well, you made it, you clean it.”
Joey flexed his muscles, a low grunt of satisfaction resonating in the quiet gym. He looked down at Fro, a smirk on his face. “Get to work, little guy. Clean up your mess.”
Fro, despite his alien nature, understood the task at hand. He began his work, cleaning the mess he had inadvertently caused. And all the while, Joey watched with an air of satisfaction, a proud grin on his face as his body was cleaned.
Joey’s phone suddenly rang, the vibration shaking the desk. He glanced at the screen, a name flashing in big, bold letters: “Babe”. His girlfriend. He picked up the call, raising the phone to his ear.
“Hey, babe.” Joey’s voice was smooth, a practiced ease flowing through his words. “Yeah, I know I’m supposed to be there.”
He glanced down at Fro, the alien still busy cleaning him. He bit back a chuckle, instead adopting a more serious tone.
“Listen, something came up at the gym.” Joey began, glancing at the empty gym around him. “One of the machines broke down, and I had to stay back to help fix it.”
On the other end of the line, his girlfriend sighed, a sound of disappointment coming through the speaker. “Joey, you promised…” Her voice trailed off, the disappointment clear in her tone.
“I know, babe, I know.” Joey responded, his voice filled with a feigned regret. “I’m really sorry. But you know how it is. I couldn’t just leave the guys in the lurch.”
He could hear his girlfriend sigh again, a sound of resignation this time. “Fine, Joey. Just… try not to bail on our plans again, okay?”
“I promise, babe.” Joey responded, a smile tugging at his lips. “I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”
With that, he ended the call, placing the phone back on the desk. All the while, Fro continued his work, the alien seemingly unperturbed by Joey’s conversation
Leaning back in his chair, Joey closed his eyes, a sigh of contentment escaping his lips as Fro continued his work. The sensation was unlike anything he’d experienced before, an alien pleasure that was both fascinating and intoxicating.“You know,” Joey started, his voice low and contemplative, “I’ve been thinking about her, my girlfriend.” He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. “I mean, she’s great and all, but ever since you showed up… things are different.“He opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling as he continued. "I feel like I’m losing interest in her, you know? Like, she’s just not cutting it anymore.” He shrugged, a dismissive gesture as he added, “I don’t know, maybe it’s just me.”“But ever since you took over,” he continued, his voice becoming more animated, “I’ve felt different. Like I have a new purpose or something. And she’s just not part of that equation anymore."He closed his eyes again, a smirk playing on his lips as he added, "I mean, who needs a girlfriend when you have an alien master, right?” His laughter echoed in the empty gym, a sound of genuine amusement that reverberated off the walls..
After a very demanding workout session and having several hours to spend before his date, Dean decided to slide into his Instagram and treated his close friends with some personal Q&A sesh
But, all the close friend and Dean himself are not necessarily of this world, to put it simply. Hence, the question that started to pile up might not sound like a series of question that you would ask in a normal human conversation
"How can you end up in his body? What's the trick? My host is a decent-sized jock and the battle to gain control over his body was crazy tough, cannot imagine yours,"
I just followed the manual, you know. Caught them off-guard and ensure that they are tired. He fell asleep inside this personal sauna after a grueling workout. Add the fact that he was cutting to prep himself for a bodybuilding competition, well, that's a cocktail for success to tame a beastly jock this size
"Is the sexual stamina better compared to your previous host, noting the size differences 😜😜"
LOL, sorry for the disappointment back then, Gustavo. There's not a lot of people that can withstand your sexual prowess anyway, but I'm definitely the top if we are ever hooking up again
"How do you handle the first 24 hours? The crash after all his memory become accessible must've been out of this world!"
Messed my bed like a baby, but it's cum and sweat instead of piss HAHAH. Yeah, crazy shit, dude is a horny, power-hungry muscle beast
"So, have you converted his significant others? Or do you plan to just mindfuck them later so they will be working as indentured labor?"
Nope, not yet. He lived on his own anyway so we gotta wait for the 4th of July break for it to happen. But the girlfriend already fell though, bitch never stood a chance once I plugged her throat with this monster, she was a sobbing flailing mess when mini-mes swarmed her throat and entire body. Now I told her to help out on slowly infecting my friends. Gotta do it subtly though, no reason actually, just love to play with those oblivious human
"Favorite thing to do as human, aside from sex obviously,"
To be honest, partying. It's just so nice being a 6'6", 225 lbs mass of a presence in a dark, packed club or even festival grounds with great music. I always have party or at least a night out inside my calendar for most of the week, such a blast. And of course, sex also involved to really spice things up, but honestly I don't mind if there's any sex or not as long as the party is lit
And Dean keep on answering all sort of other questions, thinking that his identity as a converted alien puppet remain hidden due to the close friends feature. But his little brother, a 21 years old sophomore living 300 miles away from him, took screenshot of every single close friend stories that Dean made, his mind distraught by the fact that his older brother practically no longer exist but his dick chubbed up to the point of leaking pre as his wildest sexual kink manifested in real time and happened to someone he personally knows.
So, like any horny 21 years old, he decided to rub one out while letting his brother stories played in loop. Should he confront Dean about all of this? Or will that risk him turned into a puppet too?