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Muscle Growth Suit Ratio, was a fairly skinny kid in highschool, because of that he always been rejected by girls and boy. That why he been trying to add some muscle by bodybuilding. He started working out in summer break and trying to bulk up, but wasn’t getting the results he wanted. One day he found out a website that sell "muscle growth suit" at first glance it's just some leather suit with fake muscle but it not like he got any other choice cause summer about to end and he need to impress other.

So he read the introduction carefully and order two leather suit, the black one and the white one

The Black Suit: Wear this throughout the process and maintain in wet 24/7, it will attach to the user body and increase the muscle inside till it reaches the white suit limit

The White Suit: Wear this after the black suit to continue the process, it will prevent the black suit from over growth the user muscle

Ratio went to sleep like normal, his body is heating up from the growing process, sweat pouring all over his body. Each moment felt like hell, having hard time sleeping

As he woke up in the morning, something felt different. He felt... Heavy and bigger and stronger. As he looked down just to see two watermelon side chest!! And as he touch one of his pop out nibbles he instantly moan because of how sensitive his nibbles are

He couldn't hide the smile on his face as he looked at the growing muscles and imagined how powerful he is now.

As his muscles grew, so too did the confidence, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of euphoria. No longer would be the lanky skinny dude he had been before but now a hulk among men, a mountain of muscle and power.

Running Late

You had never really been in shape, it was only natural that you avoided certain places around here, then. Places like the gym and most notably... the park. It was especially bad in late fall, that was when your local college started up track. So... what did you do? Same thing you always did, avoid it to the best of your ability.

Unfortunately for you, your abilities weren't quite good enough to stop fate from intervening. As usual you began your morning commute. It was simple and you liked the nice cool morning air, especially in the fall. Unfortunately... there was construction. You didn't know about it and now you would be late. This was going to be awful...

Your job wasn't amazing but it paid well enough. One other thing... you had been late quite a bit before... you were on one of your last strikes. So what would you do now? You called your boss, telling them you would be late due to construction... just hoping they would understand. Of course, they did not. They told you to go right to their office when you came in. Nothing good about that. So frustrated, you began walking absentmindedly to your better route... You hadn't thought this through.

When getting to the park you realized it too late, especially with the help of some dumb guy walking up to you. Right at the entrance. He wore a pair of athletic shorts that showed off his physique. He looked a bit upset but hard to tell through his shades. "What? Are you one of the people trying out for track? You're late." He looked you up and down. You looked angry, he looked annoyed... nothing good would come out of this.

You sighed and looked at him, "Look, I'm late for-"

He nodded. "Alright alright, I can tell you're late. What's your name? Gavin? Okay, Gavin we're running through the park and nature trail. If you can make it through that in... thirty minutes or less you're on the team."

"What? No you didn-" Again you didn't get to finish before he blew the whistle in your face. Instinctively and oddly you began running. Maybe it was to get out of the situation or maybe something else... Either way you ran. It was tough, you were huffing and puffing as your arms swayed side to side. Your chest was heaving with every labored movement. Your shoes were definitely not cut out for this.

As you kept going you started cussing, it helped you through the pain. Just a bit further and you could get out of the park... You kept running and running. Cussing out your boss, cussing out your co-workers, cussing out your job. "Fuck this" and "Fuck that" everywhere. With every step, every stride your mouth felt sore, your lips felt numb, your chest burnt. You felt like you were dying... but it also felt relieving. Your chest started to pump out, any fat or saggy man tits getting firm if not a bit jiggly. You were burning fat. Fat turned to muscle. Your chin? Yeah it felt like it was burning but really it was reshaping. You needed better air flow as you ran. Your lips were much softer, your chin was much more manly.

You ran your hands through your hair, unaware of the changes going on in your body. You grew hair on your chest, not much but notable. Your hair, nicely styled for your shitty office job, blew in the wind, shaping to a more... simple and trendy style. Helped and had a little bounce. Your head reshaped a bit too... What was going on?

As you neared the turn to get out you just tossed your jacket off and kept running, right passed it! You tried to stop but your legs wouldn't It was like they needed to run... They were growing more muscular. You were getting more muscular. It was easier to breathe and run now. The movements you were making were better, more fitting of a runner who did this often. But your clothes were so restricting... You took off your shitty shirt and belt... but that still wasn't enough. You went down to your underwear... odd... it was now compression boxer briefs.

Your bulge bounced with every step, it grew in size and smell. You were starting to stink quite a bit... Must be the sweat. The scent was intoxicating. You were having trouble thinking of your job. What was it again? Fuck who cared running felt so good. You had passed like three guys so far! Shows them! And you were late!

Getting past a few more you heard some bros... or... guys? No bros felt way better on the brainage. Well either way they were laughing. By now you had caught up to them. "What's so funny?" Odd... you could hold conversation while laughing. One explained that you were doing better than expected. The other made fun of you for being new. He did mention you were doing well with hazing. Hazing? But you weren't even on the team. But before you knew it one sprinted off.

"Oh fuck no you don't!" You laughed and started to sprint after him. Your body was changing and mind solidifying.... and just as you got to the finish marker. You weren't yourself anymore but who cares. You beat that guy. He even shook your hand.

"Name's Hunter, what's yours rookie?"

He laughed as the coach came up to you. "God damn, Gavin. For someone so late I didn't think you had the grit." He patted your back and handed you a shirt. It was yours yeah? Yeah it had to be.

"Gavin, huh? Yeah I think you'll fit in well on varsity." Hunter smiled and started to walk off. "Think you can take the cooldown?" He smirked, smug of course.

You paused to try and think for a second before laughing and blurting out; "Cool down? I'm hardly done yet, dude!" With that Hunter nodded and you two ran again... Racing... Hunter had found a rival, you found purpose, not if only you could find where you left your pants...

Enjoy your new life, meathead.

A policemans' tale - Part 3

Two months into his job as a police officer, and Lennard couldnt be happier. Hes doing a pretty good job at the station, and the chief is also very confident in him and his abilities as a police officer. In fact, he gave him a new partner, one greenhorn, who just finished studying, to tell him the ins and outs of the job. Right now, the car is parked at a vacant parking lot. Its noon, and the shift is nearly over. Just two more hours to go. Mario, his new partner, had to go to the toilet, thats why Lennard is waiting inside the car, watching him enter a small gas station.

The sun is shining brightly through the front window, while Lennard is browsing his phone, looking at pictures of himself in uniform. Swiping the pictures away, an ominous feeling washes over him. It feels like hes being watched by someone, something lurking nearby. He looks left and right, no one in sight, just a few cars, a bird here and there but nothing threatening. "Fuck." He chuckles, maybe hes just nervous. However, his body is tensing more and more, the hair on the back of his neck standing at attention.

Suddenly, he can hear something, deep inside his mind. A noise, a low screeching sound, like somebody is scratching the whiteboard with rusty nails. It gets louder and louder, a pain inducing sound. He closes his eyes, tries to cover his ears with his hands, but the sound is already echoing through his every thought. Lennard realizes, that it seems like somebody, something is calling for a him. "Lennard." A familiar yet distant voice mutters, again and again.

"What is this?" He groans, when the noise suddenly drops. The officer lowers his hands, and opens his eyes. Again, no one in sight. But then. "Can you here me boy?" That voice rings through his head once more, causing the cop to shake his head. "What? Who?" Lennard rubs his temple. "Lennard, do you hear me." The voice says in a more serious tone. Shaking his head, chuckling nervously, Lennard tries to play it off. "I must be exhausted. Hallucinating." He closes his eyes, to concentrate, but then, he can feel a presence inside him.

"Youre not hallucinating, boy." The voice smirks. "Ive been here for a while now." Lennard shakes his head, looks around, where is he?? "You cannot see me, boy." The man laughs mockingly. "Im inside your mind." Still chuckling nervously, Lennard looks into the rear view mirror, and inside his eyes, he can see something different. A faint shine is hiding behind them. "Who are you?" He says, worried. "This has to be a dream." He thinks to himself. "This cant be." For a few seconds, the voice is quiet, before a laughter echoes through his mind. "Not a dream, boy. Let me show you."

Lennards heart beats through his chest, he cant breathe, cant move, when his eyes close shut. He doesnt have control right now, and more and more flashes explode infront of his inner eye. Memories, of the past few months. The voice lets him live through these moments again. He remembers the first time he went under, inside a similar police car, just one week into this job. He feels his whole body going through it again, his partner chocking him hard, the music playing in the background, the commands. Obey. Relax. Stay calm and follow orders.

His breath quickens even more as he feels himself going under again. His dick rock hard, edging him on, while all of his muscles try to burst through the tight uniform. Then, it ends, another memory bursts to life. The second time, that man, visited him at home. He went under in just an instant, his body being conditioned already to follow this mans voice. The same voice as today. Unable to breathe, he opens his eyes and lets out a long, deep groan. "What the fuck are you doing to me?" Lennard shoots loudly, sweating heavily. "Liked what you saw?" The voice mocks, causing Lennard to look at his crotch, his dick bulging and twitching inside his tight pants.

"This is sick!" Lennard protests, but he cannot help himself but stroke himself firmly, again and again. Its written into his mind, hearing the voice of his master is triggering him more and more. "Youre a freak!" He hisses, looking around again. "Im just going to take whats mine, Lennard." The voice smirks again. Lennard closes his eyes for a second, contemplating. "This gotta be a nightmare". He thinks, as he feels himself growing weaker. "Dont fight it boy, youre just making it harder for yourself." Lennard bites his lips, opens his eyes, when he feels a familar warmth spreading through his body, starting at the top of his spine, sending shivers down his back. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" The cop growls, as his back gets stiffer. All of his muscles, every fiber in his body is vibrating. "Taking over." The voice says calmly. Lennard tries to get up, out of the car, just away from him. But somehow, the seatbelt acts as a restraint, growing tighter around his heavy chest. "LET ME GO." He thrashes around, but its no use. "I love it when they try." The voice laughs, and Lennards breathing gets heavier, as it gets harder to breathe.

At the same time, he is touching himself, his dick getting bigger and bigger the more the warmth spreads through his body. Lennard feels it invading his chest, his abs and stomach. "FUCK." He looks down, his pecs hardening, and he tries to get the belt of, or at least his police vest. Still, no use at all. Quite the opposite. His heart accelerates even more, and hes close to fainting due to pure pressure. Its hot, sweaty inside the car. He gasps for air, for a relief, but the warmth keeps spreading, right into his thick arms. "No. Please." He cries out, as his muscles tense harsher than ever before. Looking at his sleeves, he can see something move underneath his skin. Whatever that thing is, its really inside him already. The warmth then reaches his fingerstips, and his arms go numb. He cant move them, feel them, but in horror, he watches them move again. The hand on his dick intensifies the grab, rubbing the twitching cock now firmly, while the other strokes across his chest, easily sliding underneath the vest to put more pressure on the chest.

"How do you feel now." The voice mocks him, as hes in pain, lonely tears running down his face. "Please, stop." He begs, but that feeling wont stop. Instead, it slowly spreads into his thighs, balls and further down into his calves, feet and toes. Lennard kicks violently, until his legs go numb too. He can only sit there, watching his body disobey him. "Nearly there, boy." The voice says, and lets the officers hand stroke him even harder. Lennard is already sweating, his chest and heart are aching, while his hands wander across his whole body. Then, he sees Mario inside the gas station, buying some snacks. He tries to reach for the horn, to make any noise, or maybe the holster around his thighs, but his arms, hands are not responding. "Nice try." The voice giggles. "There is no help for you now."

"Dont. Please." Lennard says, his eyes following his hand towards his cock again, before he grabs himself firmly. His dick is imprinting through the pants along his thighs, and he starts to jack him off. The warmth is still spreading, his chest feels fuzzy now, and his cock is filled with it too. Still, he can feel the pressure, the pain and pleasure with every move of the hand. He shakes is head, one last attempt to break free. "Still so resilient? I like that." The voice laughs, and the feeling stops for a second. Lennard takes a deep breath, hoping for it to be over. But then, so quickly, the warmth spreads into his head, his mind, flooding it with more flashes of past overtakings. It simply gets too much, and he feels his thoughts being washed away. He drools heavily, and it stains his vest. With his hand still massaging his cock, his eyes lose focus, and with multiple strong thrusts, his body shoots loads and loads of cum right into his briefs, the hot liquid even pressing through its fabric and into the navy blue uniform pants.

For a few more seconds, he sits there, his body stiff and rigid, before it slowly goes limp. Lennard regains his composure, his eyes gain focus, and he moves a hand to steady his heavy head. However, Lennard is gone, its the voice whos leading that body now. His eyes are shining slightly, as he looks into the rear view mirror, admiring his pretty face. He moves his hand towards his firm jawline, traces it with one finger while the other hand touches his wet, throbbing cock through the pants. "Finally." He groans, still feeling the pleasure radiating through every fiber of his body.

"I was waiting for this day" He says in the officers voice, yet not his voice. A mixture from their voices, deep, rough, yet smooth at times. The man starts to touch himself, his chest, neck, feeling his biceps pressing against the tight shirt and vest. "Even better than expected." He smirks, still rubbing his cock firmly. There is a huge wet spot covering his crotch, but this just makes him hard again. And the smell, so good, Lennards aftershave is easily covering up the faint scent of cum, but its slowly but surely getting heavier inside the car. He exhales deeply, the body still sore from the hostile takeover. "Fuck, this feels good." The officer leans his head back, enjoying this moment. He licks his lips, having a closer look at the tattoos, beautifully drawn, making him even hotter. Looking at himself in the mirror, he flexes the huge arms, one by one.

But then, his eyes spot Mario slowly walking towards the car, some snacks in hand, and when he sees 'Lennard' he smiles. "There he is." 'Lennard" smiles back, and quickly, picks up his phone from the floor, looking through it for a very special video. The door opens, and Mario gets inside. "It was a mess in there." He says sitting down, turning his face towards 'Lennard'. "I hope I didnt catch anything." Mario giggles, and hands his partner a bag of sweets, but he doesnt respond.

Just then, he notices the state 'Lennard' is in. Messed up hair and face, dranched in sweat, his vest and pants stained, and ultimately a mess. "Are you ok, Lenny?" Mario says, his eyes slowly wandering down his partners body, catching him stroking his dick through the wet pants while going through his phone. "What the fuck..." He says, but looking into 'Lennards' eyes interrupts him. Theyre shining ever so brightly, multiple colors at once it seems. Mesmerizing, they spin slightly, and it gets worse once their eyes meet. "Never felt better." 'Lennard' smirks, but its not his usual voice. "Whaat...what happened?" Mario stutters, his eyes pulling back from that burning gaze, back to the hand rubbing that massive cock.

"I took what was mine." 'Lennard' says, placing a hand at the officers shoulder, right next to his neck. This causes Mario to flinch, and look back into those eyes. "Yours?" He says quietly, and 'Lennard' just raises his phone right into his face. "Watch this, and you will understand." The video plays, and instantly, the car is filled with an ear piercing music. The officer tries to pull away, flinching again, but 'Lennard' holds him in place. "Whatt?" He says, and his eyes stare at the screen. A beautiful spiral dances across the phone, so many colours, swirling around.

"Hold it." 'Lennard' demands and without hesitating, Mario takes it with both hands. They drop to his lap, but his eyes are stuck at the screen. "Good job, officer." 'Lennard' smirks, and reaches for the mans chest. Lovingly, he starts to stroke him underneath his vest, one hand still caressing his neck. "Thats right. Watch it. Good boy. Feels good?" Mario doesnt respond, instead, his mouth opens slightly, and he starts to drool. "Ah, that good. I see." He says, stroking him more and more, as his body reacts instinctevly. The chest grows firm, the nipples hard, and his muscles bulge, with the uniform barely able to contain him. "Big boy, arent we?"

'Lennard' holds back a low growl, while touching his partners upper body. He feels good, smooth, young. Mario enters a state of vacancy. That video, is made to weaken a mans mind, to make him open for programming. And Mario seems to be the perfect subject. His body reacts simultaneously to every single touch, while he keeps watching that video, keeps listening to the music. The officers mind is filled with commands. Obey. Relax. Just give in. That feels so good.

'Lennards' body is reacting as well, with his throbbing cock again tenting inslde the uniform. "I love this part." He says, and runs a hand down his trousers. At the same time, he feels Marios dick tenting as well. "Good boy." He smirks, that twitching cock in his hand. "Can you hear me, Mario?"

"Yes." He says in a monotone voice, his eyes stuck at the screen. "Good. Were nearly there." 'Lennard' licks his lips, opens Marios pants, and manages to pull his huge dick out. "Look at that." He wraps a hand around it, and gets started. Rhythmically, he moves his hand, up and down, starting off slow, with increasing pace and strength. He leans into him, whispering into his ear. "Listen to my voice. Youre trained to serve, meant to serve, and thats what you will do. You will follow my orders, my command. What I say is your wish. What I want is an order. Do you understand."

Marios face grimaces due to the pain and pleasure echoing through his whole body. "Yes." He moans deeply, his body tenses, and all of him is pulsating. His mind, his muscles, his cock. Every fiber of his being. He begins to thrust against 'Lennards' grip, but he just smirks. "Good. But you wont cum yet. Just when I tell you to. Do you understand?" This makes his body gets even harder. All of him is ready to cum, ready to serve, but he cant. His eyes loose focus, he drops the phone and leans his whole body back against the seat.

"Officer?" The man says, removes his hand from the erect cock, and places a hand at Marios neck. In response, he lets out a low guttural moan. "Now." 'Lennard' says, and with that, Marios body twitches as his cock explodes again and again. He moans and groans as his eyes roll completely back into the skull. After a few more dry shots, he regains his composure. 'Lennard' is touching himself while watching his newest subject. "Good boy." He pats Marios cheek, who doesnt react. His eyes are vacant now, but they are shimmering slightly. "Very good boy." 'Lennard smiles, grabs the officers dick, and carefully dresses him again.

He pats his chest and thighs, admiring that mans physique. Then he lets his hands explore the whole body. His arms, hands, shoulders, thighs. He takes his time feeling his chest, neck and face, enjoying that smooth skin, the stubble and soft lips. "Can you hear me, boy." Mario nods, his eyes looking into the distance. 'Lennard' unzips his pants, pulls them down, includlng the underwear and exposes his wet, sweaty, throbbing cock.

"You earned yourself a meal." He says, patting Marios neck firmly, who doesnt waste any time. He bends down, and takes the cock into his mouth. He knows how to move his mouth, exactly hitting every of his most sensitive spots. "Fuuuuck." 'Lennard's groan turns into a giggle. He puts a hand at the Marios neck, forcing the whole cock into the mouth, making him gag. This, however, doesnt Interrupt him. He keeps sucking, and after a few more seconds, after all that pleasure before, he cums right into his mouth. Mario swallows it, and 'Lennard' has to tell him to stop.

"Good job." He says, admiring Marios engagement. "We're going to have fun".

'Why didnt I thought of this...' I said to myself. I forgot to refuel my motorcycle... now I sit here and my tank is empty.

I got off and started pushing it down the street. Still 147 miles to the next gas station.

After some time I've heard a truck coming closer. It stopped next to me and the window got let down. A fat man with beard revealed himself.

"Everything okay?", he asked.

"My tank is empty.", I replied.

"I was on my way to the next gas station. Hop in, I can take you with me.", he said smiling.

I was a bit hesitant.

"What about my bike?", I asked.

"We can secure your motorcycle in the trailer."

"That would be great!"

"Allright, you can meet me at the parking spot in front of us."

He drives away and parks about 150 meters in front of me. I push my bike towards it. The trailer is already open as I arrive and the driver gets out of his cabin.

He was a head shorter and definitely older than me.

We stowed my bike and entered the driver cabin again.

"Thank you for taking me with you.", I said when he started the truck.

"It's always a pleasure to help young men in dificult situations.", he replied.

What a wierd response, I thought.

We drove a short time when he started to do small talk.

"I'm Pete. What is your name?", he asked.

"I'm Jordan.", I replied.

"Nice to meet you Jordan. May I ask if you are from around here? I dont see people on a bike her often. Oh, and how old are you? You seem pretty young."

I was getting suspicious of him. Who would ask such things a stranger? Maybe he just doesnt like silence. I shrug.

My testicle started to itch, what an inopportune time, I thought. Maybe I shouldnt have worn my jockstrap today. I pulled on the tight leather around the area to stop the itching.

From the corner of my eye I saw how he was watching me. To distract him I answered.

"No, I'm not from around here. I'm driving through the whole country right now. And I'm 26."

"You could be my son with that age. I'm twice as old as you.", he said and chuckled. "So you're doing a roadtrip. Alone?"

"I started with a friend but he left. Now I'm doing it alone."

"Alright."

Some minutes of silence again. I enjoyed it.

"You can put your feet up if you want.  Or take your boots off if they are too uncomfortable or too warm.", he said out of nowhere.

That was strange, but a nice offer.

"Thanks, but they are in fact really comfortable.", I answered.

Silence again, I hope this time for longer.

His phone rang and he picked it up. From his responses it sounded like it was a friend.

"Is it okay for you if we do a small stop soon? I have to pick up a friend?", he asked me after hanging up.

I looked around to find out where he should fit in this cabin. Pete noticed that.

"If you pull the curtains behind you to the side you can see a bed. It would be nice if you stay there until I put him down again.", he said.

"Alright, I'll do it.", I answered.

I pulled the curtains to the side and a gross looking bed got revealed. It had so many stains and chips leftovers. I took a step towards it as I thought that it wouldnt take long but then I felt a sting in my right ass cheek. As I turn around I see how Pete empties a syringe into my butt. I tried to get away but I already started to stumble and fell mostly onto the bed.

Pete parked the truck at the side of the road and closed the window curtains.

"I'm sorry Jordan, but you are really my type.", he said with a dark grin.

I tried to move but I couldnt. i tried to scream but I could only get out a whimper.

"I injected you with my own creation. It paralyzes every muscle except the heart.", he said.

He now took my legs and put them onto the bed so that I laid straight on it. He run his fingers all over my body. From my pecks to my feet. He took the zipper from my one-piece-racing-suit and pulled it down till he reached my belly button. He stared for a long time at my abs and then he started to massage and lick them. It kinda felt good, I didnt had such intimate body contact in a long time. I tried to imagine my girlfriend licking my six pack instead of an old creepy guy but it didnt really work.

As he was finished he grabbed my left foot and pulled my boot off. It kinda turned me on. The second it came off I could smell my feet and it was a strong smell. Hey, I never took them or the suit off the whole last week as they were super comfortable and the motels I stayed at never had a shower.

He raised it to his nose and took some deep breaths. I noticed how his dick raised in his jeans and he noticed too. Ho opened his pants and put his dick out. It was pretty small.

"I'll clean it up. I promise.", he said as he took my gloved hand to wank while sniffing my boot. He shot his load all over my abs. When he finished he took a wet warm rug to clean my body. It felt great. Then he put my boot back on. I hoped that he would make me able to move again as he pulled out another syringe.

"You know Jordan, now that I played with and observed your body,  I came to the conclusion that you'll be the new me.", he said.

I was shocked. What does he want? Does he have a body swap machine somewhere? Dear god, I hope not.

"You'll be my first body suit. I got this serum from the black market.", he told me. I tried to move but nothing even twitched. He put the syringe on my neck and with the other hand pressed my cock the last time.

"Dear god, thats huge!", he shouted as he emptied the syringe.

He took a step back to look at me nervously.

I started to feel my body tingle and then it started. I saw how my chest started to deflate, followed by my legs, arms and head. Pete cheered.

As the transformation finished he lifted me, well my empty skin from the bed, causing my biker clothes to slip completely off.

He sniffed my armpit and groaned. After that he took his clothes of and started to feel for my asshole. He went head first into me. At first it hurt but it felt good shortly after. I felt how his chubby legs filled out my muscular legs, how his fat belly pressed against my well formed abs, how his small dick grew to fill up my huge cock and how his beard tingled for a short time as he slipped his head inside mine.

As he finished he let out a loud moan, but it was my voice.

"I cant wait to put all of this on. I'm sorry Jordan that you had to be it but you were totally my type: tall, good looking, muscular and wearing a racing suit.", I heard my voice saying.

So he knew that I'd be conscious after he put me on. I dont want this life as a suit.

He took my jockstrap and my thick wool socks and put them on. The socks were wet and cold. Probably because I wore them non stop even at these high temperatures. He took the suit and put it on. After that he lifted my, now his feet, to smell them one last time before he put my boots on. He finished with my gloves and went back behind the steering weel.

He drove close to the gas station, took my bike, filled it up and drove as myself away.

Now almost 2 months later, I almost got used to being worn. At first it felt really weird, as if I'm the boot but after a while I enjoyed it. I had no duties anymore. Pete only took me off once since that day and I can feel how he enjoys being inside me. He loves wearing my clothes, especially the racing suits and normal suits. He loves driving with the motorcycle through the whole country.

Sometimes, when he feels alone he even talks to me. He knows that I cant answer but he just wants to get things off his chest while knowing that someone is listening.

He took me off at my birthday, maybe because of sympathy or because he didnt know how to act that day if he would've met someone from my old life that day.

Now he is making money off of instagram by posting pictures of him in my body suit to finance his motorcycle trips.

Two as one

"There he is again.", Joe said to AJ.

"Right on time.", AJ answered.

The biker, Tyler, who's living down the street had parked his bike next to the building AJ and Joe are living in. The teenagers watched Tyler get off his motorcycle to sit down on a concrete block next to it. He was casually watching the street while the teenagers were watching him.

The two moved down the stairs and went outside through the side entrance.

Right next to them was Tyler sitting quiet surprised.

"Oh, sorry. I didnt know that there was a door. Am I blocking it? Should I move?", Tyler asked surprised.

"No! No.", Joe answered. "You are right there where we want you."

"Excuse me?", Tyler exclaimed.

"He meant that you always look so lonely when you sit here. Thats why we wanted to ask you if you want to come upstairs to drink coffee or eat a cake with us.", AJ said.

Tyler was hesitant.

"Only if you want.", AJ said emphatically.

"Eh.... yeah, I'm down. I dont have anything to do till 3pm, then I have to go to a biker meetup.", Tyler answered.

He took his helmet and followed the teenagers inside the building.

They went into the elevator and AJ chose their floor.

"I'm Joe by the way and this is AJ.", Joe said to Tyler, pointing at AJ.

"I'm Tyler."

"Nice to meet you Tyler.", AJ said.

The elevator got to a hold and the three went into the apartment.

They walked through it onto the balcony.

"You guys got a nice view over the city.", Tyler said.

"We know. Its beautiful, isnt it?", AJ said sitting down staring at Tyler.

"Yeah... I just said that.", Tyler answered. "If I think about this right now, I dont think this was a good idea to be here. I should le-"

Tyler didnt manage to finish his sentence as Joe suddenly pulled Tyler backwards to the ground to push a rag drenched in chloroform on Tylers mouth and nose. AJ came to help Joe by holding down Tylers arms.

Tyler struggled on the ground trying to break free. He kicked around him in hope to get AJ off of him but with no success.

"You know Tyler, we've been watching you since some time. You in your biker gear isnt something we wouldnt notice.", AJ said.

"Yeah, we wanted to be like you. To be you. To wear your gear. Thats why we brought you up here.", Joe added.

That were the last words Tyler heard before he fell unconscious.

Joe removed the rag from Tylers face.

"He looks so handsome when he's sleeping.", Joe said.

"Yeah, he does."

"Dont you want to get off of him so we can strip him off of his gear?"

AJ ran his hands over Tylers leather jacket and stood up. He grabbed Tyler by his boots and Joe by his arms. Together they brought him inside.

"Do you have the serum?", Joe asked.

"I do!", AJ answered pulling it out of his pocket. He got on his knees and injected the serum into Tylers neck.

It took only a few seconds and Tyler started to deflate. After about 5 minutes all that was left of him was a bodysuit.

Joe pulled Tylers body out of his biker attire. AJ started to play with Tylers boots and gloves.

Both stripped themselves completely naked. Joe to get into the bodysuit and AJ to get into the biker leather.

Joe put his legs inside the bodysuit by stepping into its mouth. Having it already pulled up to his waist he said: "I bet both of us could fit in this. He is so much bigger than both of us.Why dont we go to that biker meetup  Tyler told us about together?"

"Great idea.", AJ said. He dropped Tylers gear and stepped into the bodysuit with Joe.

It took a short time to adjust their fingers in the suit. After that they pulled the head-mask over their heads.

"It shouldnt take long for the suit to look normal with two people insi- aaaah!", Joe started to scream as the bodysuit started to merge AJ's and Joe's bodies.

They wound on the ground in pain. The suit started to get back into its old shape. Instead of baggy skin with a slight hint of two legs inside, it formed a nice, muscular leg. The same happened to the rest of the body. After only a few minutes, there was one person laying on the floor, looking like exactly like Tyler. He rubbed his face and stood up.

"Wow, this is crazy.", he said. "We became one. We arent best friends anymore. Now we are one person,  looking like that hot biker Tyler."

He walked over to the pile of biker clothes, which now belonged to him. He enjoyed putting it on slowly. He started with the functional underwear, then the pants, boots jacket and gloves. It turned him on, wearing the still moist clothes. He ran his fingers over his new biker gear and body before he grabbed his helmet and keys.

He went into the elevator to get to his new motorcycle. 'I cant wait to drive soon, he thought. I'll drive until its 3pm and then I'll go to the biker meetup.'

Later at the biker meetup, he met new friends who had the same passion for bikes and gear like him. He knew that the best time of his life had just begun.

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Commissioned by @rugito28

First ride

My flatmate Ricky had told me of the joy of the first ride of the season. When you can finally put on the gear, kick up the engine and hit the open road. So now I’ve got to try that.

I pulled on my Dainese leather suit, my boots, my gloves and grabbed my helmet. On my way out the door I stopped by the mirror and made certain my Ricky mask was still in place. I grabbed Ricky’s motorcycle key and his wallet from the table. Everything I needed to be him for today.

As I went into the parking lot in the basement, I couldn’t help but smile with Ricky’s dumb grin. Nobody was going to be able to tell the difference. It was gonna be a great first ride.

Third ride

”You’ve gotta be ready in 10, champ.” said the manager before disappearing, I  nodded silently.

It was my third ride on a motorcycle, if you can believe it, but I’m already racing in real competitions… Well… Alex is racing in real competitions…

I have only worn Alex for three days, I turned him into a bodysuit you see. I could barely believe that it worked, but I have worn him ever since.

He was a race champion, not one of the big ones, but still very talented, and I wanted to be him so bad. So with a little help from the infamous and mythical bodysuit formula, I have been inside Alex’ skin for three whole days now. And I don’t think I’ll ever take it off.

Being Alex is so amazing, being big, strong and handsome like him and I can even do anything he can. Even winning races despite knowing nothing about motorcycles, except that they are cool… And I love those sweet tight leather suits that comes with it.

Well I’ve got to go change into Alex’ official race-suit. I got some points to score and trophies to win, so catch you later.

Fresh start

If I didn’t have a really good reason, I probably wouldn’t have kept this café job for this long. But now it gave me the opportunity to scout. I overheard the conversation between these two guys, new students at the university and new to the town. They were perfect.

I joined in their conversation, learning a bit more about them… Jordan and Liam… And now that I’ve gained a bit of trust with them, it was time to initiate the plan I had prepared for eight months. I presented them with two bright orange shots, which I told them was something we particularly offered new students. They downed them at the same time and dozed off almost immediately.

Now that they had drunk the bodysuit serum in the shots, it would soon be time for me and my old friend Markus to start a new life at the university. I managed to stuff the emptied Jordan and Liam bodysuits in a closet. Now all I had to do was text Markus… and quit this job. I held Jordan’s hollow face up and ran my fingers through the brown hair, that was going to be mine very soon.

The very next day Markus (or Liam) and I went for a long walk by the beach. Getting comfortable in our new skins, and preparing ourselves mentally for the new journey ahead.

Meetup point

”Why is it taking him so long?” Leon said annoyed. ”Ssssh… Just be patient,” I hushed, ”André – I mean Frank – is going to pull through.” ”Yeah, but what happens if those guys get back on their bikes, then we’re screwed!”

Leon and I sat quietly at a picnic table at a small parking lot in a forested area. Only a few meters away stood our friend André (or Frank as we should call him now), along with two other bikers. And André was the one who was going to fulfill our dreams.

The three of us managed to overpower Frank, the guy in the Arlen Ness leather suit, on the nearby gas station toilet, then André slipped inside him, once he had been hollowed out, thanks to the bodysuit serum. With André in Frank’s body (we got the name by searching his wallet), the plan was in motion. Now we just needed André Frank to find us some suitable bodies, and we’ll be all-set. We’ve all wanted to do a bike trip together, but it had been many years since we've done that, we’ve all gotten older, and bikes were not part of our lives anymore... until I came up with this idea. I missed being on the open road, and I missed being young and strong, and the bodysuit serum was the solution to all our problems.

André was going to go to a common biker meetup point a stone’s throw from the gas station. Leon and I would wait on the sideline, whilst he would lure a couple of bikers into a trap.

We were in awe, when we saw the two guys André struck up conversation with, they were perfect; young, strong, handsome and wearing matching jackets. The last detail was the cherry on the top, once we were in, we had to get a matching suit for André Frank too, I think we would look great if we all wore the same suit.

Leon was apparently worried, they’d get away, but I had full faith in André, he was really good at talking and he knew more about bikes than anyone I knew, he was the perfect person to keep them occupied. I was however not sure, how we would turn them both into bodysuits, we either had to separate them and do one at a time, or to strike them both swiftly at the same time.

”They are coming this way,” Leon whispered anxiously. ”Just keep calm, and try not to look like you’re looking, they probably won’t even notice us,” I said in a calm manner, hoping that Leon would stop worrying so much. Granted I would be very disappointed too, if they got away, they were pristine examples, but we couldn’t afford to mess this up.

The three bikers began to walk towards their bikes. Leon was probably about to do another outburst, but he seemed to calm down, when he saw, they all took their jackets off. At least that meant, they weren’t leaving yet, and now I must admit, I felt the urge as strongly as Leon. Seeing those muscled, tan arms, broad shoulders and tight leather. I was hard enough already, and it was a struggle to contain myself.

”Which one do you want?” asked Leon. ”I am quite keen on the long-haired one,” I replied, his smooth tan skin, full chestnut brown hair and strong body, all things I didn’t have, I wanted it all so bad. ”Heh, fair enough, I really want the other one, never really liked long hair – but it will look great on you,” Leon said, the last remark sounded almost apologetic, not really that I minded, after all, hair can be cut, but it would be nice trying to have long hair for a change.

It seems like André was making his move, one of the bikers knelt in front of his bike, the other one’s attention was solely on the bike too. André was getting up, they hadn’t noticed him. This was it.

Leon clenched my shoulder hard, as the two bikers slumped to the ground. The standing biker first, the kneeling one second. André lifted their unconscious bodies and arranged them, so it looked like they were both just sitting on the curb, whilst their bodies were being emptied. André beckoned us. Leon and I hurried towards him, both eager to join him. -End-

Smoke trail

Part of a prompt-based writing challenge, hosted by @max-the-many I might not be able to make 30 stories, but I might make a few.

Body a day - #1: Smoke

He extinguished the cigarette as soon as I came outside.

“I thought you said you were going to quit smoking, if I helped you out with your new apartment,” I said with clear disapproval.

“Yeah, but I found out I got few packs left, so I’m going to smoke those first, then I’m quitting.” my son said halfheartedly. That was my son in a nutshell; unreliable, lazy, always taking the easy route, wasting his life. And I was sick of it… But my plan actually was set into motion months ago, so it’s not like that remark was the final straw, today was the conclusion. Helping my deadbeat son with packing all his stuff in his old apartment, so that he could move to a new city across the country, where he didn’t know anybody.

An hour later I had pulled on his skin and his clothes, taking his life and identity as my own. And I was going to live a much fuller and richer life than him.

I was ready to greet the movers, when they came to pick up the boxes, I told them, we also had to drop by my dad’s place and pick up some extra boxes. It was actually my own stuff, now that I had a new life waiting for me, I had to pack up my old one. Most of my son’s stuff was going to go to the incinerator plant anyway, going up in flame and smoke. As I left my son’s apartment, I noticed the cigarette butt on the wet pavement outside the building. His last mark on this world, the trail of smoke already long extinguished.

The Collection. (The third acquisition)

Body a day - #4: Beach

Small continuation of the Seanday Starter: The Collection, by the excellent @2xskin. The original can be read here: https://www.tumblr.com/2xskin/621314921460908033/seanday-starters-the-collection?source=share

As Rick and Max we made our way back to the beach. I pointed out the group to Rick, who looked just as excited as I felt. There were six more jocks to convert, four of them playing beach volley and the remaining two watching. It would be tricky to convert them all, but when it comes to hunting, the most important thing is patience.

We sat down next to the two spectating jocks, Jake and Ian. Jake was one of the ‘alphas’, I had told Marcel about, but I think he already figured that out. We talked, drank and laughed together like nothing had changed, of course Jake and Ian didn’t seem to notice anything amiss, but most important… we waited. Waiting for an opportunity to present itself.

Opportunity presented itself sooner than expected, when Jake said he needed the restroom. “Me too,” said Rick, who got up immediately, and the two headed for the buildings in the distance. I had a feeling that Jake would return, but not Rick.

As predicted fifteen minutes later Jake returned – alone. “Where’s Rick?” asked Ian. “He didn’t feel well, so he went back,” said Jake, he winked at me, while nobody was looking. I knew that Marcel was successful in pulling on Jake on top of the Rick bodysuit.

“Hey Max, are you up for a round?” Jake said and pointed at the beach volley field. “Sure,” I said with a laugh. We might as well enjoy the nice day at the beach – bodies like these need to be shown off after all. Ian joined us as we swapped places with three of the other guys, who decided to take a break.

Despite wearing two bodysuits at the same time, it seemed like Marcel was already comfortable in Jake’s skin. Jake was of course just the beginning – he was one of those ‘in-charge’, and Marcel knew exactly how to use it. I was confident, that by the end of the day, the collection would have expanded noticeably.

Empyrean Wear

Body a day - #6: Mirror

“Looking good…” Ronald mumbled satisfyingly to himself, whilst snapping a photo in the mirror.

The employee benefits at this airport luxury boutique was something else… With the help of his manager and his colleagues, they had managed to turn browsing customers into skinsuits in the dressing room, they’d then let an employee put on the skinsuit and pay the exorbitant prices of these luxury garments, plus a little extra, then leave the boutique and resume the customer’s life.

Ronald was just the next in the long line of employees at Empyrean Wear, when he saw this guy heading into the dressing room with a thick leather jacket, he knew, he wanted him and he immediately informed his manager.

His colleague treated the customer with top-quality customer service as they guided him to the dressing room, not even mentioning the customer bringing his suitcase with him inside.

Ronald was too excited to be near the customer. Five minutes passed, then his manager came to him at the till: “The dressing room is ready for you now, Ronald. Better hurry.” The manager winked at him and Ronald hurried to the dressing room, where he found the unconscious body of the customer, completely hollow and ready to be worn.

Ronald exited the dressing room with a confident swagger, slowly getting accustomed to his new size. His colleague and manager smiled at him as he approached the polished counter. “Looking good, Ronald,” said the manager with a mischievous grin, “I take, it will be some time, before we see you again.” “His flight is not for another two hours,” Ronald answered, but he knew, that he would have to leave soon to catch this guy’s flight, not knowing when, how or if he would return.

“You look amazing, that’s for sure,” said the manager. “But you’ll need some high-quality jeans to go with your leather jacket, you can’t wear those track pants with that,” he continued with a wink and threw a pair of the most expensive jeans in the entire store at him. And he wasn’t done ‘selling’ him fine equipment.

An hour and a half later, Ronald had to bid farewell to his colleagues, and head for the gate for a future unknown, wearing a brand new jacket, jeans, dress shoes and sunglasses, an entirely new outfit, except the customer’s old hoodie, which Ronald had decided to keep. He may have left the boutique 13,500€ poorer, but he had gained so much more, which you can’t put a price tag on.

Dirty laundry

Body a day - #8: Wash

Part of the 'Body a day' writing challenge hosted by @max-the-many

“Wait, are you going out? I thought you were washing the bodysuit today.” I said, seeing my friend on his way out the front door with a big backpack in his hand. He closed the door again, letting a final gust of late-autumn wind inside, and then turned towards me, sending me an innocent smile.

“I am, the suit is in the washer-” he began, whilst pulling slightly at his neck. “What?! You are only wearing the mask?” I exclaimed. He nodded, then shook his beautiful head, slightly adjusting the mask's curly hair.

“Yeah, I’m just going out for a couple of errands… that’s all, and look – I am all covered up,” he said as he showed me his hands, covered in tight leather gloves, he also pulled his woolen scarf a little bit more upwards, “I’m wearing a scarf, gloves and even two sweaters underneath, just for bulk. As long as I keep it all on, nobody is going to notice anything.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong about it, if I didn’t know him, I wouldn’t have guessed, he was wearing a mask at all. As long as his entire body was clothed, except the head and neck, then it should be alright. “Seems unnecessarily risky, you really have to promise, that all the clothes stays on – no matter what happens.” I said unable to hide my concern.

“Yeah, yeah, I promise,” he said with a boyish smirk, then headed out the door.

I went to check on the washing machine, it was running… but the timer didn’t seem to match at all, the setup was completely wrong. I looked inside it, and to my horror I discovered, it was empty. Nothing in there, but soap and water spiraling around pointlessly. I ran to my friend’s room, and more or less kicked down the door. There was my friend, unmasked, tied to his bedpost and a gag in his mouth.

I felt my innards twist into a knot and a feeling of dread wash over me. It wasn't him, who just left the house... --- Continues in part 2 ---

Night ride

Body a day - #9: School

It was a quarter past eight on a dull Thursday evening, when driving instructor Sam drove into the parking lot at the driving school. His student, Thomas, was waiting for him, as tonight was his night driving lesson.

“Good evening,” Sam said faking enthusiasm, “are you ready for a night ride?” “Yeah,” Thomas answered indifferently, he was a pretty guy, but his personality was shitty to put it bluntly, Sam had however had worse students.

After having gone through all the various light functions on the car, Thomas got behind the wheels, while Sam sat next to him. It was a nice night for a drive…

They drove out of the city, they needed to drive pretty far to find a place dark enough for the lesson. However after exactly thirteen minutes of driving, Sam asked Thomas to pull over. Thomas asked why. “I think I need to fill up the windscreen washer fluid before we continue, I thought it could wait, but I think, I should do it, before we drive any further,” said Sam and loosened his seatbelt as the car stopped, “Do you remember how much you need to put in?” “Between minimum and maximum?” Sam answered unsure. “Exactly,” replied Sam, who began to lean towards the backseats. This was all a distraction, whilst pretending to grab something from the backseat, Sam jabbed a needle into Thomas’s thigh. Thomas yelped as soon as he felt the poke; “Ouch! Was that you, who poked me?” he snarled at Sam. “Sorry,” said Sam feigning innocence, “it was my keys.”

From the floor on the backseat, Sam retrieved some tissue paper, again just another distraction. “Pull the lever at your left knee,” Sam said as he went out the car and went to get the windscreen washer fluid. Retrieving the container of blue liquid, he went to the front of the car and opened the hood, he carefully filled the reservoir. Then he closed the hood, put the container as well as the driving school’s ‘student driver’-sign from the roof, back in the trunk, and shut it.

Sam then went to check on Thomas, he was unconscious, just as planned. It would still be some time before the bodysuit serum had done its trick. He unbuckled Thomas’s seatbelt and pushed him over on the passenger seat. He could however not resist the temptation to put on Thomas’s shiny Moncler jacket. It was still warm and smelled great. Sam couldn’t wait to pull on the rest of Thomas’s clothes, as well as his body.

Sam started the engine and drove away. The rapidly deflating young man on the passenger seat was however becoming a distraction, and as a good driving instructor, Sam couldn’t have that, so he pulled over on the side of the road and chucked what remained of Thomas onto the backseat.

He headed towards a remote location, by the time he reached it, Thomas had to be ready.

Besides the stars and moon, there was little light at Sam’s destination, but at least it was a place he knew he wouldn’t be disturbed. Having put the backseats down, the car was roomy enough for what he had to do next. After having undressed the twisted remains of Thomas, Sam ran a scalpel down the young man’s spine, making an opening for him to enter. He undressed, then began to pull on Thomas like a wetsuit, first the feet, the legs and the ‘nether regions’. Thomas had a nice butt, Sam had to admit.

He pulled up the torso and slid his skinny arms into Thomas’s big ones, the guy worked out, that was for sure. Finally Sam forced his head up through the neck and into Thomas’s head. He pushed the young man’s facial features into place. He then had to apply an ointment to his back, though it was actually more of a sealant, after that he jabbed himself with another needle, which was basically a binding agent.

Satisfied he began to dress in Thomas’s discarded clothes, every single item down to his wristwatch and of course the puffer jacket. He smiled to himself in the rear-view mirror. A handsome young face.

He then took out Thomas’s papers from the driving school, checking his home address, he then flicked to the last page of the lesson plan and added: Night driving lesson: Passed.

A nickle or two

Body a day - #13: Money

Another story inspired by the awe-inspiring @2xskin, this time Seanday Gym: A picture or two

I don’t exactly remember how I fell into conversation with Ross, but he was a great guy, a little intimidating at first, with his big muscles and vicious look, but a great guy – particularly he was a good and non-judgmental listener. Though he was young, he was unusually patient and insightful, which was quite unexpected, when you look at him.

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After having being fired from my job, I hit a downward spiral, blaming everyone and everything for what had happened to me. To be fair, I think my grudge was justified, it wasn’t so much my boss firing me, it was more him ’throwing me under the bus’, that was the reason for my bitterness towards him.

I had a hard time finding a new job – and money was getting tight. The only time I really left the house was to go shopping. I subscribed to Regan’s gym, basically to make sure I got out every now and then, but also to at least get just a bit of exercise.

I met Ross here, he was together with his friend, Curtis, a real pretty-boy with long brown hair, who seemed eager to get as big and muscular as Ross.

As I said before, you wouldn’t believe it at first, but Ross was a surprisingly good listener, whilst training I told him about my life and my situation, and Ross paid close attention to everything I said, even when he was bench pressing. He seemed genuinely interested and wanting to help.

One day, when I came to the gym, Ross came over to me in the free weights section, his usual domain, and very directly stated; “I think, I can help you get revenge.”

Hearing the word: revenge, coming out of Ross’s mouth, sent a chill down my spine, I was actually a little afraid of him now. “Ross,” I had to quickly interrupt him, “you don’t actually mean you’re going to hurt or threaten him, right?” Ross chuckled; “not at all, but you said he had a son, right? A really spoiled brat with expensive habits...”

”Well…” I began reluctantly, it was true that my boss’s son was living a good life, I wasn’t quite sure whether it was my boss, who liked to spend money on his son, or if it was the kid who was demanding. I was however well aware of all the money, he was spending on him. My boss usually talked about, how he had gotten this and that for his boy, it was actually getting boring at length.

”Then I guess his son is the key to get to his money,” said Ross confidently. I shuddered… Ross wasn’t thinking… I dared not even think the word… Kidnapping? ”Ross, please, you really shouldn’t – I mean – you are not planning to do anything illegal, right?”

Ross smiled, “it’s not legal, but it isn’t illegal either. Just leave it to me, and you’ll be set for the rest of your life, well, at least for years to come.”

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A week later I got a call from Ross, he wanted me to come to Regan’s tomorrow evening. I was still jobless, so it’s not like I had much else to do.

When I came to the gym, it was scarcely populated, but Ross and Curtis were there, alongside Calvin, my boss’s son.

Ross was busy spotting Calvin, so Curtis came over to me instead. “Hey,” Curtis said with a smile, “good you came, Ross has a surprise for you.” I was surprised enough to see Calvin here being spotted by Ross, but I failed to see the surprise, I mean, what could Ross actually do, if he wasn’t going to hurt or threaten Calvin? I barely even knew Calvin.

“Just do your routine, and wait for our signal… Just stay close to the locker rooms, okay?” Curtis said, punched me in the arm and walked away. I had no idea, what Curtis meant, but I did as I was told, not understanding anything of what was going on. On his way back to Ross and Calvin, Curtis ceremoniously snapped a picture or two of himself, his massive arms and firm chest. He seemed very content with himself, and I had to admit I was a little envious, not only at him, but also at Ross. To have such incredible bodies and looks.

A quarter had passed, when Ross, Curtis and Calvin headed for the locker room. I had not noticed any signal. Twenty more minutes passed, were they taking a piss at me? then Curtis popped his head out and waved at me. I got up and hurried to the locker room. And my jaw hit the floor.

Ross sat on a bench holding a spray can in his hand, next to him sat a clearly unwell Calvin. Ross put the can down and lifted Calvin by the neck, it was like there were no bones inside him. “The spray has done its work,” said Ross. “Get in him!” he said with a laughed and threw Calvin at me.

Curtis stretched out Calvin’s mouth; “you are going to love it, take off your clothes, and let’s get you inside.” I happily obliged. It was a bizarre yet exhilarating experience. Curtis and Ross helped me feed my body into the teenager, slowly bringing him back to life. I was deeply entranced by the process, how Calvin's smooth, tan skin began to shape my body, first the feet, then the legs, then the torso. Pushing my arms inside Calvin’s, I suddenly felt a pain as if thousands of tiny needles drilling into my skin, hurting at first, but slowly feeling more pleasant. “Now comes the hard part,” said Ross, “it’s going to feel a little rough, but trust me, it’s worth it.”

“Hell yeah!” I replied at the prospect of becoming Calvin irreversibly, “Let’s do this!” With one last pull, Ross stretched Calvin’s head over mine and everything was engulfed in darkness. I could feel the needles in my face, but I could also feel what I assumed were Ross's and/or Curtis’s hands pushing Calvin’s features into place. The eyelids, the nose, the ears, the lips. Then it felt like I was beginning to burn, and indescribable heat was burning me from the inside, I felt woozy and weak, Ross was not kidding, it felt like my organs were being rearranged, in the midst of the pain and unintelligible pictures flashing through my mind, I could feel four firm hands keeping me upright and steady. Then the pain disappeared and I opened my eyes, staring at Calvin in the mirror. I grinned.

“I think this fixes your money problem,” Ross laughed, punching me in the arm. “Wait – are you both…” I began, for the first time hearing Calvin’s smooth voice coming out of my mouth. They both laughed, “Yeah,” said Curtis whilst flexing his chest, making his pecs swell, Ross did the same, “we both went through this transformation, feels good now, right?”

I smiled Calvin’s smile and nodded. I soon left the gym with Ross and Curtis with a renewed confidence. Before we went our separate ways Ross placed a hand on my leather-clad shoulder, and winked at me; “now bleed him dry.”

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And Ross was right, that is exactly what I’m going to do, dad.

MacGyver and son

This story is a fanfic of a show, I've never actually watched, apart from a very few scenes. Nevertheless I think, that viewed in the right context, it would be a very interesting plot twist.

Body a day - #19: Dad

“I still can’t believe he fell for it,” laughed ‘Sam’, whilst Murdoc began to take off all of MacGyver’s clothes.

“Tell me how you managed to achieve this, whatsyourname?” Murdoc asked his partner as he was stripping the former agent and sworn enemy.

“It’s Sam now, and you better not forget it, dad,” said his partner in the guise of a nice young man firmly, “Sean Angus Malloy, but everyone just call me Sam.”

“All right then, Sam... Tell me...”

“Oh, Old MacGyver was a real heartthrob, when he was young, not difficult to imagine with that face and that body, I managed to track down one Kate Malloy, who he had a loving relation with, she was an excellent source of information…”

“How did you get her tell you all this?” Murdoc asked now standing with the naked husk of MacGyver.

“It was easy, really,” Sam replied, “I told her, I was interviewing her for a book. She was apparently very fond of him, so she spent a long time telling me all sorts of stuff about him, and I also got her to tell me about herself. And with your help, I had all that I needed to successfully play his 'long-lost son'. And he believed every single word I told him, I even managed to get him to quit, just to spend time with me.” Sam laughed again at the last remark, then got up from his chair to help Murdoc with the MacGyver-suit.

“Heh, now you’ll certainly live up to your title as ‘master of disguise’, you couldn’t have asked for a better disguise,” Sam grinned.

“You are absolutely right,” gloated Murdoc, having stripped himself naked. He held the hollowed out skin of MacGyver up in front of him, “let’s get to it then.”

Stretching out MacGyver’s mouth ludicrously wide, Murdoc slid his legs one at a time into the warm and squishy skinsuit. Sam pushed the toes into place one by one, as Murdoc pulled MacGyver further up his body. MacGyver’s strong legs were now in place. Murdoc continued, pulling the skin up further, covering his torso, he forced down his arms down MacGyver’s mouth and guided his upper limbs into the empty husk's. He flexed his new hands. Murdoc caressed the rest of his new body, still with MacGyver’s hollow head hanging off his shoulders like a hood. Sam rubbed him on the back, helping him smooth out any creases or flaws.

“Now put on the face, dad” urged Sam, “Heh, all right,” grinned Murdoc and pulled MacGyver’s face over his own, he pushed the facial features into place and opened his eyes. “How do I look, son?”

“You look amazing, dad,” came the reply.

“Yes, this guy is fit,” the new MacGyver said, rubbing his hands across his bare chest and arms, "and pretty handsome too - now the way is open for us, Sam, nothing is going to stop us,” MacGyver laughed, replicated the voice of his enemy perfectly. He paused, looking pensive, then asked; “but if Sam isn’t the son of Malloy and MacGyver, then who is he?”

“I don’t know,” said Sam indifferently, “just some random pretty young man, that kinda looks like MacGyver, I don’t think there’s any relation between them. But hey, I’m not complaining, and the idiot believed me.” Sam’s boyish demeanour was incredibly convincing and effective at hiding the evil within, and he played the role of easygoing young man with an innocent smile and disarming laughter perfectly.

“I’m ready,” said the MacGyver imposter, having pulled on his victim’s t-shirt, jeans, socks and boots, “get the biker jackets and the rest of the gear, and let’s get going.”

“Sure thing, dad,” laughed Sam. Now they only had one final little role play to wrap up, then they’d be on their way. Murdoc had big plans for using MacGyver’s body, and Sam was the perfect partner. The two imposters went outside to get on their bikes.

‘MacGyver’ and ‘Sam’ arrived on their motorcycles, in their matching leather biker jackets. ‘Sam’ was quickly of the bike to greet MacGyver’s boss and best friend, Pete Thornton. “Hi Mr. Thornton.”

Mr. Thornton shook his hand, “Sam. What, are you guys all packed for your trip?”

“Just finished,” MacGyver replied. “Oh, MacCyver, the Phoenix Board asked me to give you this,” Thornton said pulling out an envelope from his inner pocket.

“Pete-” said MacGyver trying to cut him off. “It’s an offer of a new contract, and it’s very generous, and I think you oughta look at it.”

“We’ve been through this before,” MacGyver said impatiently, silently pleased with how easy he could deceive even MacGyver's closest friend. “Sam, and I got a little catching up to do,” he continued and padded Sam’s face, Sam laughed.

Accepting defeat, Thornton put the envelope back in his pocket. “Well I – I told them that you wouldn’t go for it,” he paused, “You know… I can’t even imagine what it’s going to be like without you around here.” That statement had the most delicious irony, thought MacGyver to himself, trying to look just a little sad. “Well, it was bound to happen – things change.”

“Not always,” replied Thornton, “good things don’t.” MacGyver and Sam both suppressed the urge to laugh. “Don’t you ever change, MacGyver” Thornton continued, clearly being moved by this ‘sad goodbye’, that both MacGyver and Sam played through. “Don’t you either,” replied MacGyver. Thornton opened his arms, and the imposter gave him a hug.

“Well, can I expect to drop in once in a while anyway?”

MacGyver placed a hand on Thornton’s shoulder, “Count on it, my friend.” “Sam,” Thornton said and stretched out his hand to the young man again, “take care of your old man, will ya?” “You can count on it,” Sam replied delightfully, shaking Thornton’s hand a final time.

'MacGyver and son' mounted their bikes. “So – where to?” asked Sam rhetorically as he grabbed his helmet. “Somewhere else,” replied MacGyver rehearsed. Sam sent him one of his boyish smiles, after which they both put on their helmets. They started their engines and headed off. That was the end of the old MacGyver and the beginning of a new.

Finders keepers

Body a day - #20: Wave

Look what the waves have washed ashore. Complete surfer dude with full gear; with surfboard, wetsuit and bodysuit. No idea where it came from, but I haven’t taken the bodysuit off since I found it.

The waves are calling me back, turns out wearing this skin somehow makes me incredibly talented at swimming and surfing, something I have never even done before. Whoever lost this must be really upset.

Airing laundry

Body a day - #21: Electricity

Part 2 of Dirty Laundry #8

My friend looked desperately at me, whilst struggling against the ropes. I quickly knelt beside him and managed to remove the gag. ”He assaulted me!” he cried frantically as soon as I removed the gag, ”he took the mask and the suit!” ”Who was it?” I asked as I tried to untie him, it wasn’t easy as my hands were shaking and the knots were tight. ”I don’t know who he was, he wore a mask – a ski mask! He jumped at me, tasered me and tied me up! Then he just put on the mask, stuffed the suit in my bag and left...”

”But how did he know?” I asked rhetorically, I dared not think the thought, but our secret was no longer safe, whoever that assailant was… they had uncovered our secret. “What do we do?” my friend then asked. “What can we do?” I replied hopelessly, “nobody was supposed to know, it’s not exactly like we can report this to anyone, he left the house almost 20 minutes ago, I don’t think we’ll be able to catch him, especially when he has suit.”

My friend was in complete distress, but I didn’t know how to comfort him, nothing I could do nor say could make things better.

Months passed, and we still had no clue, who the guy in the mask was, nor what happened to him. My friend and I had decided to move to another town, we no longer felt safe in our old house, especially since we didn’t know how much that intruder knew. Did he know I was wearing a bodysuit too? Would he come after that too?

The uncertainty was certainly the worst, but then around spring I made a shocking discovery.

It was Matt! The name of my friend’s bodysuit, his persona. Matt was performing at a concert, the clip had apparently gone viral, and somehow ended up in my feed. I had to watch the clip several times, as well as check the linked social media profiles to be absolutely sure… And sure enough, it was the Matt suit alright. I went back through the history… On the very day back in November, when he attacked my friend, he was posting his first picture, wearing both the mask and the suit.

This new ’Matt’ had quite a history, incredibly active on social media from day one, and it seemed he had became a musician, he composed and sang songs, and apparently he had risen to fame in the short amount of time since he stole the suit. When I showed my friend, he completely lost it.

”That m**********r! On the day he stole it, he started wearing it!” he raged. “Well, he was already wearing the mask…” I replied quietly, the thought was sickening, but at least now we knew where the mask and the suit were.

The Matt-suit or Coltrane as this imposter apparently called himself was apparently a rising star in the music industry, having launched multiple hit singles in only a few months, gone viral and become very popular and adored. Again, it was sickening. But it also gave me an idea, if we could reclaim the suit and mask, then my friend could take the imposter’s life, fame and fortune for himself. My friend was obviously all-in, a spark had reignited within him. He was ready to reclaim what was his.

My friend was studying Coltrane’s music, videos, pictures and profiles intensively, I could feel a glowing dedication fuelled by a desire for revenge. Meanwhile I tried to think of a way to get to Coltrane, but it wasn’t easy, we had a vague idea of the area he lived in, thanks to his media. But I thought that the best opportunity we would get, would be at one of the many festivals and concerts Coltrane was scheduled to perform at during the spring and summer, if only we could get back stage.

It took some meticulous planning, I got in touch with an old high school acquaintance, who was working as a technician at one of the festivals Coltrane was supposed to perform at, they helped me become a volunteer back stage (which unfortunately meant I had to go without my facemask for a whole weekend). But if everything went right, I should be able to corner Coltrane and get the suit back, then let my friend take his place. It was risky, but it just might work.

For good measure I even began to studying electric wiring and installations, in case I needed a distraction, a power outage might be the most convenient distraction at a concert or festival.

The day for the concert at the festival arrived, and my friend and I were all set for hunting down the impersonator, and reclaim what he stole. My friend attended as a regular guest, while I helped out backstage, moving stuff about, fetching stuff, nothing too exciting, but at least I could put my bodysuit’s muscles to good use. I quickly managed to find the imposter’s caravan in the backstage district, I passed by as many times as possible, surveying the area, I even saw the imposter on a couple of occasions, seemingly enjoying himself, unaware of my presence and my plans. Turns out it was even easier, I hadn’t actually needed to study electrical installations, there was one thick long cable running to the imposter’s caravan. All I did was just pull it out, then knock on his door to hear, if he had any issues with his electricity.

He hadn’t noticed anything, he admitted, then he tried to flick a switch, and saw that nothing happened. “Can you try some of the others?” I asked innocently, surprised he hadn’t recognised me, granted I had altered my looks a bit, “some of the others having issues said it was only some of the plugs, that weren’t working. The imposter went deeper into the caravan, I followed him and shut the door behind me. I pressed a rag covered in a sedative against his face, he struggled, and while he had my friend’s bodysuit’s muscles, I was able to overpower him with mine.

Triumphantly I began to undress him, a devilish satisfaction in finally getting revenge coursed through my body and mind. I chucked all the clothes in a pile, then began to pull off the sweaty bodysuit. Finding an edge at the neck, I managed to get my fingers under the facemask, so I could begin stripping him off my friend’s skin. It was as sweaty on the inside as the outside, and although it still stuck to the imposter at places, I managed to pull it off, revealing a skinny body beneath.

I pulled off the mask to reveal the culprit. It was just some guy, approximately 30 years old, short hair, pale and honestly very inconspicuous, I didn’t even know him, I recall maybe having seen him around town, where we used to live. But to think that this guy had been plotting against us was surprising. I tied him up, tight and thoroughly, then placed him in a cupboard.

I quickly pulled on the Matt-mask as well as the imposter’s clothes. It had been a long time since I’ve worn Matt’s face, my friend and I didn’t swap bodysuits as often as we used to. But I only had to play Matt/Coltrane for a few minutes. I texted my friend, telling him I was successful and to come to the back stage entrance, I’d then be able to let him in. To say my friend was happy to see me was an understatement, but to the security guard who let him in on my request, he was just a crazed fan, who finally got to meet his big idol. We went back to the trailer, where I showed him the unconscious thief in the cupboard. “We’ll need to find out, what we are going to do with him. He’s a threat to us,” I said coldly having pulled off the mask, as my friend with great satisfaction reclaimed his bodysuit. “We’ll figure something out,” my friend answered with an equal level of animosity, “let’s just keep him here, then smuggle him out later.”

“How do I look?” my friend asked me, having fully reclaimed the bodysuit, his lean, athletic build, his smooth, flawless skin, his confident, strong vibe. It was like falling in love all over again. He pulled me in towards his naked lean body, looking like this he had no problem not wearing clothes. As we held each other I smelled his neck, there was something strangely arousing about the new musk, the suit had absorbed from the other guy, not that I wasn’t plenty aroused already. “Now let’s get the face back where it belongs,” I said with a grin and handed him the mask. He grabbed it eagerly and pulled it over his head, that familiar face I had looked at every day for almost half a year was now replaced with another familiar face. He pushed the features into place, smoothed the edges around the neck. Matt was back!

“’Sup!” Matt said with a cocky grin. “Good to have you back, stud!” I said, pulling him towards me. “Hell yeah, I finally feel like myself again!” Matt replied with his reclaimed voice, his confidence had returned. “We better get you prepared for your concert, Coltrane, your fans are waiting for you.” I said with a laugh, Matt laughed as well. “Yeah, they are really in for a show, my big comeback!”

“Ha! Good one, but don’t forget you’re Coltrane now, just like you were this morning.” “Of course, I don’t think it’ll be any problem taking his place. I’ve done my homework,” Matt winked at me. “I can’t believe, I’m dating a rock star,” I joked, as I helped Matt/Coltrane dress in the imposter’s stage clothes. “I know,” Matt replied, zipping the leather jacket, completing the look.

“This wasn’t exactly, what we had planned for our future, but I’m sure, we can make it work. Use the next couple of years raking in some serious money and experience the glamour of the musician lifestyle.”

I don’t know how Matt/Coltrane did it, but he pulled off that performance like it was second nature, he sure had done the homework. I watched him from behind the scenes, he was even better than the imposter, and he seemed to be at home on the stage, celebrating our triumph in front of the oblivious crowd. The atmosphere was electric.