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The legend says that the most weak and vulnerable may find themselves visited by the Halloween myth. It blesses those who encounter it the chance to hide behind a mask and conceal their insecurity, however be warned that no one knows what happens after you put it on, or who you might become.

The gym was completely quiet, the only sound being the metallic creaking of the punching bag as it swung back and forth until finally resting. Unlike Jess, it seemed like everyone was having the time of their lives on this Halloween Night. With one final punch, thrown with anger and frustration, Jess put the gloves away and wiped the sweat from his brow. His tank top was drenched, just the way he liked it, signifying that today’s work out was a good one. Unfortunately for him, it was the only good thing that had happened this week. Not only was it his least favorite time of the year, but finding out his girl was cheating on him with some CS nerd was truly the last straw. So there he was, at the gym on a perfectly good Halloween day, using the pain as the motivation for his pump.

Looking down at his shredded body, he couldn’t help but feel not only a sense of pride but of hatred.

“The fuck does he have that I don’t,” he muttered under his breath, imagining what possibly his ex saw in the computer geek. He let out a deep sigh and dropped his shoulders, letting out his tension. In his mind, all he could think about was what he was missing.

To Jess, working out was a way to regulate his emotions, and always had been. When it came to emotional intelligence, or any intelligence for that matter, well let’s just say he isn’t the brightest. Where others had friends to confide in or therapists to talk to, all Jess had was the gym. It was all that could make him feel good, constantly striving to look better so that he’d be better. Though a flawed ideology, it was his raison d’etre, caused by years of internalized fatphobia. In his youth, he was the fat kid that everyone knew but no one wanted to be seen with.

As he got older, it became more and more apparent that if he didn’t change then no one would want him, not as a friend or boyfriend. Jess eventually found his way into the gym, scrounging up the last bits of confidence he had left in himself to begin working out. At first, he was riddled with insecurity and anxiety, but as time eventually passed he lost weight and became more and more fit. Eventually he no longer felt like an outcast and made friends, joined sports, and even got a few girlfriends. However, everything comes with a price, and his transformation came at the expense of his education.

Becoming fitter and hotter were his only life goals, as the memories of fat and alone were a constant reminder on his mind. To Jess, working out and sports were far more important than learning and education. Skipping almost all of his classes to instead hit the gym and get on the field, he barely graduated High School but got a full ride to college through football. Any modicum of academic-wise intelligence he had was stuck at the middle school level, anything past that was foreign to his jocked-out brain.

And although his body was at its prime, those insecurities from his past still lingered and there were times when memories came back to haunt him. For instance, Halloween was his least favorite time of the year, as memories of being picked on or judged for eating candy or not being able to fit into kid’s sized costumes always ruined the holiday for him. Tonight, he had been planning to chill and watch a few movies with his girlfriend and fuck but seeing as that wasn’t happening anymore he desperately needed to get out.

As he wrapped up his workout and began heading out from the empty gym, his phone buzzed to see a text from his bro Andre.

“YOOOO just got some invites to this Halloween frat party, u down?”

“Fuck,” Jess thought out loud, realizing he hadn’t even gotten a costume since he wasn’t even planning on going out. “Idk dude I don’t got anything 2 wear” He texted Kyle back and was instantly replied to.

“Same broooo imma just try n find sumn in my closet n u should too. Cmon don’t u wanna score some pussy tn??”

Jess smirked, sounded like a plan to him, best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. Sticking his tongue out like he was ready to eat some pussy, he snapped a picture and sent it with a caption.

“U alrdy know 👅👅 c u tn”

As he walked out of the campus gym, he couldn’t help but notice how dreary it looked out. Ominous signs filled the world around him, grey skies blocked out the light and October winds sending chills down his spine. Flocks of crows cawed as they flew from the tall trees surrounding his journey back to his place. Jess shrugged it off, it was a picture perfect Halloween and for once he was ready to enjoy it to the fullest. Running up the steps to the door of his off campus apartment, he unlocked it with excitement as he imagined the possibilities of tonight.

Ignoring a greatly-needed shower, he went straight to his closet. First things first, he needed to check if there was even a costume he could scrounge up and pass off as decent. Being a straight man, his closet was a mess of forgotten junk and unknown treasures, most likely hiding a couple things he could throw on. He rummaged through it, throwing aside anything that probably wouldn’t fit him anymore and random stuff that he probably should throw away. He searched aimlessly until finally, he reached his hand deep into a back corner of his closet, which was practically just a pile of clothes now, and touched something hard. He felt it, cold to the touch, and his curiosity took ahold of him as he slowly he pulled it out from under the heap.

Before him in his hands was a white mask with a black sort of headdress, marked with wear and tear and an air of mystery. Questions rushed through his brain; What is this? Who’s is this? Why is it in my closet? Did I buy this? Jess stared intently at the mask, it seemed familiar to him somehow, almost as if there was some sort of connection between the two. His finger traced the design of the mask, the way the face seemed almost contorted in pain sent chills down his spine. “Oh shit!” it hit him suddenly, he had seen this mask before in some horror movie his ex liked to watch, but did she get this for him and if so when and why?

He brushed aside his worried thoughts, at least she did one thing good for him. A costume is a costume, and so he began getting ready for the party. Analyzing the mask, he began to think about ways he could wear it but not look too dweeby or stupid. He wanted something simple and sexy, and so he pulled off the sweat soaked tank top he had worn to the gym and brought it to his nose. Taking in a whiff, his eyes shot open as the musk invaded his nostrils, making a mental note to wash it and tossed it to the side.

Placing a chain around his neck, putting a gold watch on, and tossing on some fuck-boy grey sweatpants, his pussy hunter costume was almost complete. He chuckled, from experience once girls see a chain, an expensive watch, and a nice bulge through your grey sweats, they come running. He spritzed some cologne to mask some of his masculine scent that he abstained from washing off, knowing the pheromones would drive the girls crazy. Jess smirked to himself in the mirror, “I’m hot as fuck.” His afternoon pump perfectly accentuated his muscles and under this lighting, even he would fuck him, that is if he was a fag which would never happen. He ran his hands over his crystal cut abs and flexed his biceps, getting one good look at his body before he headed out.

“Fuckkkk, I’m so ready for this shit,” he beamed, ready to put the cherry on top. He grabbed the mask, which surprisingly felt heavier than before and put it on. At first vision was a bit hazy, but quickly, his sight adjusted to his limited vision through the eye holes. Looking at himself in the mirror, he smirked under his mask and said to himself, “Alright sexy, let’s go score some.”

Almost instantly, a foreign voice responded. It was a cold, steady voice and yet there was this air of confidence that caused Jess to stop in his tracks and shudder. “Now now, are we sure you’re ready Jess?”

Jess whipped around, searching for the source of the voice but there was nothing to be found. “What the fuck? Who the fuck is there?” he shouted angrily, albeit a bit muffled through the mask, to nothing but the air.

“There’s no one there, I’m up here,” the voice responded almost menacingly.

Jess shot his face up to his ceiling but again, nothing there.

“No you idiot not up there, up here, in your mind.”

Rolling his eyes under the mask, Jess couldn’t help but laugh at his stupidity for seriously believing an invisible force was speaking to him. “Ooooookay I get it now. Someone put a scary mask in my closet as some dumbass Halloween prank and like there’s a speaker inside for whoever’s talking on the other end right? Fuuuunnnnyyy. Lemme just take this shit- huh why can’t I take this shit off?” Jess flushed red with panic, beginning to erratically pull off the mask that almost seemed glued to his face. “HEY FUCKER stop whatever this shit is okay? Funny fuckin’ prank now lemme take it off!”

The sinister voice returned, “Now why would I do that? It’s too late anyway, I’ve already sealed myself to your face. Which, let’s be honest, I did you a favor covering up that ugly mug of yours for all eternity. This body is… delightful, but that face, well, let’s just say there are some things you just can’t fix in life.”

Waves of anxiety and fear washed over Jess as he began to feel truly panicked. What the fuck was happening to him? His mind raced with thoughts as his instinct to scream for help kicked in but alas, nothing came out. His eyes widened with horror and as if his soul began to slip away, he fought to maintain control of his body.

“Don’t you mean, my body? Don’t be too surprised, what good of an evil entity would I be if I couldn’t read your mind too? Your vessel is mine now Jess, and what a wonderful one it is. You’ve really put in the work to make yourself forget about the fat, ugly little shit you once were.

Jess doubled over, feeling the weakness spread like a plague through his most prized possession, his body. Through a winced voice, he pleaded, “How did you even know…. please just let me go I’ll do anything.”

In his mind, the voice spoke again, “I know everything Jess. Really you can’t expect me to take over your body without learning about you first, that’s just rude. That ex-girlfriend huh, cheaters make me sick… too bad you were such a shitty boyfriend, she had no other choice.”

As Jess stumbled out of the bathroom towards the front door for help, barely strong enough to keep himself up straight, he weakly coughed out, “Fuck you.”

“Now now now, that’s no way to talk to a new friend. I mean it’s true, you were so obsessed with your physique you ignored her for days at a time. Ghosting her for days and responding only when you got horny, putting getting drunk with your boys before being with her, even cancelling on dates so you could get a quick work out in? You’re a man child. And look at you now, all those muscles didn’t help did they?

Jess was crawling on the floor, just making it to the front door as he reached up and weakly began to twist the door knob. He barely had the strength to keep up his muscle packed body, the heaviness overpowering what little power he had left. As the last bit of adrenaline left his system, his dreams of escaping the nightmare disappeared as he lost the strength to move his body. He fell completely flat to the floor, and almost as if he was a puppet tied to strings, his mind watched in terror as his body raised itself to his knees, then fully stood up, making its way over to the living room mirror.

Next Jess watched as his arms moved on their own, grabbing his rock hard bulge through his sweats, causing some pre-cum to gush out and fill his boxers. “Let’s take a pic for the memories,” his own voice said out loud without his willing. Almost instantly, his body took out his phone, flexed, and snapped a quick photo before tossing it to the side.

Jess just observed in shock and fright, lost as to how he could even fight this. Then, both his arms raised up, exposing the musky jungles under his arms to the outside world. “Whew boy, maybe the first thing I’ll do with this body take a shower!” he sneered, not before long however, his body turned to his pits and buried the masked face into it, taking in deep breaths of the must, “or maybe not… I have to say your body is quite a marvel, I never believed such stink could smell sooooo good.”

The mask started to control Jess to feel up and down himself and rub his cockprint, causing the entity to moan out in pleasure, even making Jess who could only watch in horror, feel good. “Now this might be a little sick, but there’s a little thing I like to do after I take over a new vessel,” Jess’s voice explained as he checked himself out the mirror, “How about… I make your worst fears come true?”

Though he could feel tears streaming down his face beneath the mask, there was no sound of crying escaping Jess’ mouth, all he felt was sorrow and despair. “Are you ready? Here’s my favorite part!” His body puffed his chest out and flexed his biceps as a powerful dark energy suddenly surged through his veins. Jess felt only dread as his body began to expand and inflate with fat and muscle outwards, as his once fit and cut physique bulged into this bulky mammoth of a man. His once decent pecs bulged with fat as they became heavy jugs that weighed down his form substantially. Beneath the shadow of his now tits, the abs he had slaved his youth away for slipped away beneath a slight layer of fat blanketing his stomach. Jess screamed and pleaded from within his own mind for the being to stop, that his punishment was severe enough, but the torture was far from over.

“Yeahhh this is more like it! You’re fuckin huge bro,” maniacally laughed the entity controlling his body, “I don’t think you’ll ever be able to stand on a scale again! But really, don’t think you’ll be needing to worry about that.”

It was right, his body was a behemoth now, not fat, but far bigger than he ever was before. Jess was defeated and with the forfeit, his mind began to fade away into the aether.

“Ah ah ah, not so fast. I think there’s a better way for me to finally get rid of you…”

“I think this whole thing got me pretty fuckin horny, how about we give this body for a test drive?” Without hesitation, the entity pulled down his sweats and boxers, revealing his cock in full 9” mast.

Jess’ now meaty hands gripped the rock hard member and began to stroke it back and forth. Precum spouted out of his dick, dripping onto the floor and coating his cock in a thick lubricant. The entity moaned in hunger and pride, supremely pleased by how well his vessel turned out, squeezing Jess’ member and alienating the pressure with each stroke. The waves of pleasure even aroused Jess who even in the depths of his own mind could feel how amazing it was. His body panted, breathing heavy as sweat glistened from his skin. The monster teased the throbbing member, edging it closer and closer to ejaculation, torturing even Jess as he pleaded for sweet release. And that was exactly what the mask would deliver.

“Did you ever wonder why the mask takes the form of a screaming face? It’s the last thing my vessels do as they expel their hosts from their body!”

Jess’ mind was broken down and absorbed into his own cum filled balls and with one final stroke, the entity released his new flesh and bones’s load upon the mirror. With his sweet release, Jess let out a final scream, instantly causing the mask to mold itself to Jess’ final facial expression of pleasure and torture following the sick joke of each new victims’ final faces turning into the mask.

The new Jess smirked, seeing the last remnants of this vessel’s original owner splattered across the now cum-covered mirror. Another successful Halloween if he did say so himself.

A sudden buzz alerted “Jess” as his tossed aside phone vibrated with new messages from his best friend Andre, with around another 20 messages he had missed while having his fun. He took out the device from his pockets and read the latest one.

broooo wyaaaaa u promiz3d yud b hier i’m hella drunk so jyst find me wen ur hier

Jess recalled his agreement to a costume party from earlier in the day, “An extremely juvenile activity, but alas, who am I to break a promise?”

Making his way to the party, he felt the ground beneath his feet for the first time in a long time. Nothing beats the one time a year he gets to have a corporeal form. Walking into party, Jess could feel as drunken heads and lustful eyes turned his way. The music was blaring loud and college students dressed up in ridiculous costumes plagued the room with their youth. Colors and lights flashed before his eyes as he made his way over to what he had in his memories as the human companion named Andre. Placing his weighty hand on the sweaty and shirtless man’s shoulder, Andre whipped around in his drunken stupor to find a large man in a Ghostface mask looking down at him.

“Wow Jess, you should have told me your human friend was this cute,” he lustfully professed aloud.

“WHAT WUZ THAT?” Andre yelled over the god awful ‘Monster Mash’ remix playing at the frat. “Yoooooo wtf waitttt Jess is that you? Did you start bulking mannn?”

Jess shouted loudly to conversate over the terrible music, “Yeah bro, it’s me, in the flesh. Sorry I took so long, had to go out and grab this mask for a last minute costume.”

“OHHH no worriez mannn. Thas a smart idea I just found sum chains and a doggy collar so I wuz like why not say I’m a pet kink for Halloween HAHA!! Don’t judge me bro for real this wuz all I got!” ALRIGHT BRO you ready to score some pussy?” Andre explained drunkenly, pointing sheepishly to the chain and collar around his neck. As he looked up at his bestfriend, a feeling deep inside Andre was telling him something was really off about Jess, but he shrugged it off and blamed it on the alcohol.

Jess laughed, “Yeah sorry dude I don’t think I’m really into that anymore.” A puzzled look was drawn across his best friend’s face. He reached his hand down to Andre’s chain leash and tugged at it, pulling his bestfriend right in front of him as their eyes locked. Andre froze, almost as if time stood still while everyone around him and Jess partied on.

“Who’s a good boy?” Jess questioned in a stern and commanding voice as he stared down hypnotically into Andre’s eyes.

At first there was a slight pause from Andre, a hesitation, but soon from the doggy’s mouth came a sound, “Rrrrruff!”

Jess felt blood rush begin to rush back down into his thick manhood and looked down to see that Andre’s bulge beneath his costume’s leather shorts was begging to be played with. With a smirk beneath the mask, Jess held onto Andre’s chain as they made their way back to his apartment.

This was the best Halloween ever.

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THE RED SINGLET

AI Video with Audio

After stealing a used wrestling singlet, a twink becomes the jock he always wanted to be.

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Mmm feels so fucking good when I finally take over again. No longer that nervous little skinny dweeb. I mean it’s kinda fun when swelling out his small little clothes, but I don’t mind this looser stuff he’s been getting. He’s knows the drill now. Can tell when I’m taking over, fueling his body with muscle and confidence. Pathetic little motherfucker. I know he likes the pics I leave behind, of the sexy hunk of muscle he becomes, makes him want it more, he fights a little less and less, gives me a little more time. Cause I’m slowly getting control. Soon it’ll just be me. He’ll be all jock.

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P.s. not edited, dreamface kept flagging it 😭. Just imagine the nerd is getting used to his new body 😉

Stealing a gym bro's body

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Josef Ptacnik.

2021 IFBB Elite PRO Men's Physique.

Czech Championship 2021 (+ Overall Winner).

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Una soleada tarde de primavera, una leve brisa entraba por las ventanas abiertas del apartamento de Michael. El hombre yacía boca arriba sobre su cama destendida, con nada más que un suspensorio puesto. El cuerpo de Michael estaba bañado en sudor, resultado de su rutina de ejercicio matinal y el calor de la tarde. La luz de la habitación hacía los músculos de Michael resaltar aún más.

La habitación estaba bastante ordenada, a excepción de un poco de ropa sucia desperdigada por el suelo. El aroma masculino de Michael era perceptible en toda la habitación. Era el resultado de la mezcla de colonia, desodorante y sudor. A la mayoría le hubiera parecido un olor demasiado intenso, a algunos incluso repugnante, pero a Ernesto le encantaba ese olor. Lo único que Ernesto amaba más que el olor de Michael, era usar el cuerpo de Michael.

En la habitación contigua al cuarto, Ernesto se daba un baño refrescante. Por más que amara utilizar a Michael, el calor del ambiente hacía sofocante estar dentro de él por mucho tiempo. Para poder regular su temperatura, Ernesto tenía que salir un par de veces al día del interior de su anfitrión para darse un respiro. El agua tibia resbalaba por su rostro redondo y de barba desaliñada, hasta llegar a su abdomen globoso, y luego a sus piernas regordetas. La luz del sol que entraba al baño hacía relucir la pálida piel de Ernesto, haciéndole ver algo fantasmal.

Ernesto cerró la regadera y secó rápidamente su piel con la toalla de Michael. Michael estaba comenzando a despertar. Estaba desorientado, su memoria era muy nubosa. Lo último que recordaba era estar en una fiesta y tomar un par de cervezas, pero ahora estaba en su apartamento. Aunque, a decir verdad, de no ser por los muebles que reconocía a la perfección, no habría sabido en donde estaba. Todo el lugar estaba organizado de una manera diferente. Desde su closet, que ahora estaba empotrado al muro, hasta su cama, que antes estaba junto a la pared. Pero ahora estaba justo en el centro de la habitación, debajo de una extraña estructura de metal que seguramente serviría para sostener algo.

Aun tratando de entender el cambio en la habitación, Michael notó un cambio aún más importante. Recordaba perfectamente haberse afeitado el día anterior. A las chicas siempre les gustaba más su rostro limpio y cuerpo liso. Pero de alguna manera, todo su cuerpo se había cubierto de vello de la noche a la mañana. Había pelo por todos lados, incluso en sus axilas y entrepierna. Siempre había odiado tener un cuerpo tan peludo. Ahora tendría que salir a comprar crema para afeitar y varios rastrillos para poder eliminar todo el desastre que había sobre su piel.

Michael comenzó a frotar su cuerpo, notando aún más cambios. Su cuerpo parecía un poco más grande de lo que recordaba. Sus pectorales se habían vuelto más voluminosos. Sus piernas se notaban un poco más gruesas. Las venas de sus brazos eran más visibles de lo que recordaba. Era el avance de meses de ejercicio, pero de alguna manera lo había logrado de un día para otro. Como cereza del pastel, Michael vio dos enormes tatuajes, cada uno en un brazo diferente. El nunca marcaría su piel de manera permanente. Por alguna razón, los tatuajes no se veían recién hechos, por el contrario, cualquiera diría que les hacía falta un retoque.

Michael se bajaba de la cama cuando escuchó el ruido de la puerta del baño al abrirse. “Seguramente mi nena de ayer sigue aquí. Ya que no recuerdo nada de anoche, creo que una ronda matutina no estaría mal”, pensó Michael, emocionándose un poco. Su pene había comenzado a llenarse de sangre. El hombre abrió sus ojos como dos platos cuando del baño no salió una chica joven y sexy, sino una bola de grasa desnuda, bajita y muy blanca, parada despreocupadamente frente a él.

"Veo que estás despierto”, Dijo Ernesto en voz alta. “Bueno, disfrútalo. No volverá a ocurrir en mucho tiempo". Antes de que Michael pudiera reaccionar, Ernesto se lanzó contra él y lo tacleo, haciéndolo caer de nuevo a la cama. Michael trató de luchar, pero aún en su condición física, Ernesto era mucho más fuerte y ágil. Ernesto se levantó y tomó las piernas de Michael con sus manos. En un solo movimiento, el cuerpo musculoso de Michael quedó boca abajo. Las redondas y peludas nalgas de Michael estaban apuntando al techo, totalmente expuestas ante el pervertido hombre detrás de él.

“Esta pelea ha hecho que me emocione”, Dijo Ernesto mientras acariciaba su creciente miembro con una mano. Ernesto jaló a Michael al borde de la cama y se lanzó sobre su ancha espalda, usando su barriga para aprisionarlo contra el colchón. Aún contra tanto músculo, Ernesto no tuvo problemas para someter a Michael gracias a su peso. Ernesto alineó su pene ya erecto con el ano sudoroso de Michael, e inmediatamente comenzó a presionar hacia adentro. El agujero de Michael solo había sido utilizado por Ernesto, aún si el primero no lo sabía. Para Ernesto fue muy fácil abrirse paso por la estrecha entrada, introduciendo todo su miembro de un solo golpe.

Un gemido de dolor y placer se escapó de los labios de Michael. Ernesto movió sus caderas de adelante hacía atrás. Su pene por debajo del promedio casi se sale del ano de Michael en más de una ocasión. Michael se sentía asfixiado por el peso de Ernesto sobre él. Ernesto lograba tocar el punto G de Michael en algunos momentos, y de vez en cuando un leve gemido salía de los labios de Michael. Antes de que Michael siquiera se diera cuenta, las piernas de Ernesto ya se habían fusionado con las suyas. Solo las tonificadas y peludas piernas de Michael quedaron apoyadas en el piso a un lado de la cama.

Ernesto siguió empujando su cadera, y de un momento a otro, su pelvis se perdió en la de Michael. Ahora la cadera que se movía era la de Michael, y el placer que sentía se había incrementado exponencialmente. Su verga, hasta ahora flácida, había comenzado a levantarse dentro del suspensorio, y liberaba hilos de líquido preseminal en la tela. Michael ya no controlaba la mitad inferior de su cuerpo, pero podía sentir cada movimiento que esta hacía bajo el mando de Ernesto. En lo más profundo de su mente, una débil y familiar voz comenzó a resonar, le decía que este era su papel en el mundo, y que no le quedaba más que disfrutarlo.

El roce de las suaves sábanas de la cama estimulaba a Ernesto y Michael por igual. Ernesto bufó como toro al sentir la potencia del poderoso miembro que ahora controlaba. El pene de Michael era lindo, a Ernesto le gustaba verlo desde afuera, pero le encantaba poder sentir placer con él. A la vez que los bufidos de Ernesto se hacían más intensos, los gemidos de Michael también aumentaban en volumen y frecuencia. La cabeza de Michael era un desastre. Los instintos más básicos de su mente le decían que debía liberarse y correr. Al mismo tiempo la voz se hacía más y más intensa. La voz le repetía a Michael una y otra vez que debía dejarse llevar por el placer, que era su deber entregarse totalmente al desconocido.

Con un solo movimiento, Ernesto fusionó su gran vientre con el firme torso de Michael. La gran barriga de Ernesto se hundió dentro de Michael como si nunca hubiese existido. Ernesto empujó un poco más y logró dejarse caer completamente sobre los anchos hombros de Michael, y al hacerlo, también logró controlar sus brazos y sus manos en un solo movimiento. Ernesto usó los grandes y fuertes brazos de Michael para levantarse de la cama. Ahora el cuerpo de Michael tenía dos cabezas, por un lado estaba su cabeza original, y del otro estaba la del ladrón de cuerpos. Michael podía ver y sentir cómo su cuerpo se movía bajo la voluntad de Ernesto.

Ernesto caminó usando sus nuevas piernas gruesas para dirigirse hasta el espejo de cuerpo completo que tenía en el cuarto. Se paró frente a él y admiró su adquisición. Sin duda Michael había sido la mejor opción de todas las que tenía disponibles. Casi todas las partes del viril cuerpo de Michael estaban bajo el control de Ernesto, quien comenzó a flexionar sus brazos y a apretar sus pectorales peludos, enmarcando aún más la masa magra que ahora poseía.

La cabeza de Michael estaba inmóvil, pero con los ojos bien clavados en su reflejo. De vez en cuando, un gemido de placer salía de su garganta. En el interior, la conciencia de Michael no podía concentrarse en otra cosa que no fuera la voz. Era su propia voz hablándole en el interior. Decía que estaba siendo un buen contenedor para el amo. Decía que su deber era servir a su maestro sin importar qué. Decía que su cuerpo ahora era única y exclusivamente propiedad de su maestro. Michael ya no luchó más. Solo podía pensar en complacer a su raptor.

"Gracias por darme este gran cuerpo. Hoy es un día especial, así que te dejaré estar consciente. Así podrás ver cómo me hago cargo de él jeje", las bocas de Ernesto y Michael dijeron al unísono. Ernesto bajó las manos de Michael por todo su cuerpo. Una vez en sus caderas, tomó el elástico del suspensorio y lo dejó caer hasta sus tobillos. Con toda su gloria masculina al descubierto, Ernesto comenzó a masturbar su verga, que estaba tan firme como un mástil. Ambas cabezas comienzan a gemir y bufar a la vez. La mente de Michael aún era semi independiente, pero el resto de su cuerpo ya había sucumbido al control del ladrón.

“Hora del gran final", dicen Ernesto y Michael a la vez. Aún frente al espejo, Ernesto continuó masturbándose, usando su verga robada. El sudor salía de cada poro de la piel de Michael, y escurría por todas partes, funcionando como lubricante. Después de un par de frotamientos más, Ernesto pudo sentir que estaba a punto de correrse, y antes de soltar su carga, empujó su cabeza contra la de Michael, tomando el control total al mismo tiempo que dejaba su leche caliente y espesa por todo el espejo. Ernesto se dejó caer de rodillas y usó la lengua de Michael para limpiar hasta la última gota de semen del espejo. "Delicioso", dijo en voz alta para sí mismo.

El cuerpo de Michael estaba bañado en sudor. Ernesto se levantó del piso, tomó la toalla que había usado para secarse previamente y se quitó el exceso de sudor de la piel. Rápidamente se vistió con un conjunto que tenía preseleccionado. Este era el comienzo de un gran día, un día de celebración. Después de todo, justo hace un año, Ernesto había dejado su trabajo como conserje y había robado el cuerpo y la vida del adinerado Michael, el DILF del edificio en el que trabajaba. Casi nadie notó la ausencia del conserje latino del edificio, y a los pocos días contrataron uno nuevo. Ernesto ya no tenía que preocuparse nunca por el dinero o tener un trabajo que involucrara esfuerzo físico. Sin duda, robar el cuerpo y vida de Michael fue la mejor idea que pudo haber tenido.

Regalo del mar

Mientras posaba en el espejo del gimnasio, la familiar sensación de tener un nudo en el estómago incomodaba a Roberto. Muy en su interior, sabía que lo que estaba haciendo no era correcto. Pero había algo que lo obligaba a volver a hacerlo una y otra vez, un impulso primitivo. El deseo de sentirse más grande, fuerte y viril, era lo que llevaba al joven a seguir robando el cuerpo de su tío cada que tenía la oportunidad.

Todo empezó hace varios meses, en un viaje familiar a la playa. Roberto flotaba sin preocupaciones en la orilla menos profunda del lugar, dejándose mecer por el leve oleaje. Estaba sumamente relajado, observando las nubes pasar sobre él. Solo una extraña molestia en su pie fue capaz de sacarlo de su ensimismamiento. De alguna manera, un pequeño y extraño objeto flotante había chocado contra él. Al sacar el objeto del agua, vio que se trataba de un brazalete. Aparentemente era de plata, y tenía algunas perlas intercaladas con el metal.

Era bastante bonito, así que Roberto decidió conservarlo. Pensó en regalarlo a alguna de sus primas, pero luego pensó que sería el regalo perfecto para su madre. Con la intensión de no perderla, Roberto se puso la alhaja en la muñeca. El resto de ese día continúo con normalidad. La familia del chico había rentado unas cuantas cabañas para todos, pero el espacio era poco, por lo que algunos tuvieron que compartir habitación. A Roberto le tocó dormir junto a su tío Nadem, el hermano menor de su padre.

A Roberto, su tío Nadem siempre le había parecido atractivo. Era del tipo de hombres que le gustaban al joven. Nadem era el más pequeño en edad de sus 5 hermanos, con apenas 38 años, e irónicamente, el más alto, con 185 cm de pura hombría. Sus músculos eran voluminosos y estaban en proceso de definición. Pasaba bastante de su tiempo en el gimnasio. Todo su cuerpo estaba cubierto por una gruesa y abundante capa de vello, algo que Roberto siempre envidió, pues el siempre había sido lampiño.

A decir verdad, Nadem no era, en absoluto, el hombre más atractivo del mundo, pero a los ojos de su sobrino no había nadie mejor. Solo de imaginar estar con Nadem en una situación más allá de lo moralmente correcto para un tío y su sobrino, hacía al corazón de Roberto palpitar enérgicamente cada que le veía.

Roberto se daba por satisfecho simplemente durmiendo en la misma habitación que Nadem. Grande fue su emoción al descubrir que la habitación que les habían asignado tenía una sola cama. Además, era apenas del tamaño justo para los dos, haciendo inevitable el contacto al dormir. Pero sin duda, lo mejor de todo fue el hecho de que, gracias al calor del ambiente, ambos hombres tendrían que dormir con nada más que su ropa interior.

Avanzada la noche, Nadem yacía profundamente dormido, a diferencia de su sobrino, quien no podía conciliar el sueño de la emoción. El hombre semidesnudo abrazaba a su sobrino como si de un peluche se tratase. Roberto podía sentir el peludo pecho de su tío frotar la piel desnuda de su espalda. Podía sentir las lentas respiraciones de Nadem rozando su cuello. Pero aún más importante, Roberto sentía el largo y grueso miembro de su tío frotándose contra sus nalgas. Aún sin tener una erección, esa cosa era enorme.

Un gran placer inundaba a Roberto, quien a propósito pegaba más y más su trasero a la ingle del hombre tras de el. Roberto no tardó mucho tiempo en tener una erección. Para aquel momento, su pene ya estaba fuera de sus calzoncillos. El chico se masturbaba con lentitud, cuidando no hacer movimientos bruscos o ruidos fuertes que pudieran despertar a su tío.

Un pensamiento intrusivo llegó a su cabeza, "¿Qué tal sí..." En un impulso salvaje y algo estúpido, Roberto tomó una de las manos de su tío y la condujo hasta su pene. Roberto casi eyacula al sentir las grandes y duras manos de Nadem tocando su carne, pero logró contenerse. Suave y lento, Roberto movió la mano de Nadem de delante a atrás, disfrutando de cada segundo al lado de su tío. Su respiración se tornaba cada vez más fuerte a medida que olas de éxtasis recorrían su espalda.

Gemidos escaparon de su boca en más de una ocasión, pero su leve tono era fácilmente superado por los constantes ronquidos de Nadem. Roberto experimentó un dolor extraño en lo más profundo de sus entrañas, era como tener un nudo en el estómago. Quería parar, "¡Es mi tío, por el amor de dios!" Se repetía en la cabeza una y otra vez, pero sus más bajos instintos le obligaron a continuar.

Roberto había llegado al clímax, liberando hilos de semen sobre la mano de su tío. Su propia mano también estaba repleta de su semilla. Una vez terminada su travesura y con algo de arrepentimiento, Roberto regresó la mano de su tío a su posición original. Avergonzado por lo que acababa de hacer, Roberto empezó a jugar con el brazalete mientras reflexionaba.

Miles de pensamientos llenaban su mente. ¿Que es lo que había pasado?, ¿Qué tan enfermo debía estar para haber hecho lo que hizo? ¿Por qué no se detuvo? ¿Alguna vez podría repetirse ese suceso?. Independientemente de lo mal que se sentía, Roberto deseaba poder dormir junto a su tío cada noche. Deseaba tocar ese cuerpo musculoso, acariciar ese grande y peludo pecho, llenar sus fosas nasales con el aroma que despedía su tío, y sentir esas poderosas manos rozando delicadamente sus partes más íntimas.

Con aquellas ideas dando vueltas en su mente, Roberto se quedó dormido. Lo último que recordó de esa noche fue una sensación cálida que se propagaba de su muñeca al resto de su cuerpo.

Al día siguiente, los rayos del sol matinal despertaron a Roberto. El joven sintió su cuerpo algo adolorido, cómo después de hacer ejercicio. Sus extremidades estaban entumecidas y su cuello algo contracturado. Aún somnoliento, Roberto se levantó de la cama, extrañamente del lado contrario al que había dormido. "Seguramente mi tío salió temprano a hacer ejercicio. Me habré movido hasta el otro extremo de la cama cuando el se fue" pensó, así que no le dio importancia.

Cómo todas las mañanas, su vejiga pedía ser vaciada de su carga nocturna. Dando pasos lentos pero firmes por el cuarto, Roberto llegó hasta el baño. Al entrar lo primero que vio fue el espejo del baño, pero no era su imagen la que se reflejaba. Frente a él, podía ver a Nadem. Desconcertado, Roberto avanzó más cerca del espejo. Podía ver cómo el reflejo de su tío imitaba todos sus movimientos, desde su torpe andar hasta la expresión de intriga en su rostro.

- ¿Que mier... - Dijo Roberto en voz alta, pero la que se escuchó fue la voz de Nadem. Instintivamente se llevó las manos a la boca, sintiendo al instante la rasposa barba de su tío en contacto con la llema de sus dedos. El joven comenzó a entrar en pánico, no sabía que estaba pasando. Al bajar la mirada para inspeccionar el resto de su cuerpo, sus ojos solo vieron dos enormes montañas de carne cubiertas por un oscuro vello, coronando un abdomen firme igualmente cubierto por una capa abundante de vello. Roberto sabía perfectamente a quien le pertenecían semejantes atributos masculinos.

Roberto dirigió su mirada una vez más hacia el espejo. Una sonrisa se comenzaba a dibujar en el rostro barbudo del reflejo. El pánico pronto fue sustituido por una mezcla de felicidad y excitación. De alguna manera, Roberto ahora era su tío Nadem.

Roberto pasó sus manos por los nuevos músculos en sus brazos. Eran magníficos, fuertes y bien trabajados. Sus manos también eran enormes, aunque del tamaño correcto en proporción con su cuerpo. Tenían algo de vello en el dorso, y en las palmas se podían sentir algunos cayos, resultado del trabajo con pesas de su tío.

Roberto flexionó sus brazos, disfrutando de la fuerza que ahora poseía. Al instante, un fuerte olor proveniente de sus axilas golpeó su nariz. Roberto levantó sus brazos por detrás de la cabeza, exponiendo ante sus ojos el par de fosos peludos de su tío. El olor se hizo aún más intenso, era una mezcla entre sudor y colonia. Nadem no sé había duchado desde el día anterior, por lo que su olor era muchísimo más fuerte de lo usual, cosa que Roberto amaba. Roberto hundió su nariz en sus ahora peludas axilas, inhalando con avidez el hedor masculino que emanaban.

Roberto no pudo evitar perderse en sus axilas, empujando su nariz cada vez más y más profundo en la fuente del aroma. No pasó mucho tiempo antes de que su áspera lengua recorriera aquel pozo, saboreando así el fuerte sudor de Nadem. Tras un buen rato, su mirada volvió a bajar, centrándose en sus piernas, gruesas como un par de troncos, e igualmente cubiertas por abundante vello.

Lo único que impedía a Roberto seguir con el espectáculo hacia una zona más íntima, era el short azul eléctrico que traía puesto. Aquel que amaba ver usar a su tío, pues marcaba perfectamente su redondo trasero y su enorme bulto. Había olvidado completamente que Nadem se había puesto eso antes de dormir, por lo que al verse en el espejo, su emoción creció aún más de lo imaginable.

Desviando brevemente su atención del espectáculo frente a el, notó que en su muñeca se hallaba el brazalete que había encontrado el día anterior. Curiosamente cuatro de las 5 perlas que lo formaban estaban brillando. La quinta perla parecía querer comenzar a brillar también.

No quería desperdiciar más tiempo solo observándose, Roberto necesitaba pasar a la acción pronto. Tanta excitación había despertado al monstruo en su entrepierna. Roberto pensaba guardar la potente erección para el final, pero era tan intensa que comenzaba a doler, haciendo imposible seguir ignorándola. Metió la mano en el short para jugar con sus bolas. Se sentían tan peludas como pensaba que serían, y eran tan grandes como recordaba de su experiencia la noche anterior. Sacó la mano de la ropa y rápidamente la llevó a su nariz, disfrutando el fuerte hedor a macho que ahora poseía.

Roberto tomó el elástico del short y lo bajo lentamente, liberando un enorme y palpitante tronco de carne. Sus manos se abalanzaron sobre el maravilloso pene que ahora poseía. Ni siquiera con ambas manos era capaz de sostenerla por completo. Verdaderamente era una monstruosidad. El joven tomó un poco de crema que había en el baño y comenzó a desplazar lentamente sus manos por todo el eje de su miembro. Era tan sensible.

Podía sentir como sus bolas se tensaban cada vez más a medida que se acercaba al orgasmo. El ambiente pronto se llenó con el sonido de gemidos. Roberto se sentí en el cielo, nunca imaginó que podría escuchar ruidos de verdadero placer saliendo de la boca de su tío. Sin embargo, lo estaba haciendo, era una melodía de puro placer. Mientras con una mano seguía masturbándose, ocupaba la otra para frotar su barba, acariciar sus pectorales y sus abdominales, apretar sus pezones y jugar con el vello de todo su cuerpo.

El momento estaba cerca. Roberto cambió sus movimientos suaves a unos más veloces y bruscos. Le costaba un poco seguirle el ritmo a ese cuerpo. Sus gemidos pronto se convirtieron en fuertes gruñidos, era como escuchar a una bestia en celo. Justo cuando toda su carga estaba por ser vaciada sobre el piso del baño, las perlas de su muñeca comenzaron a emitir un brillo intenso.

Cuando la primera gota de semen se asomaba desde la punta de su pene, Roberto calló inconsciente. Lo siguiente que vio fue el techo del cuarto. Estaba recostado en la cama. ¿Acaso todo lo sucedido había sido solo un extraño sueño húmedo? Roberto pudo haberse quedado con esa idea eternamente, de no ser porque al ir al baño, encontró a su tío Nadem tirado en el piso, totalmente inconsciente. No solo eso, su pene semirrígido estaba fuera de su short, con varias manchas de semen rodeándolo.

Roberto limpió y cubrió los genitales de su tío, no sin antes llevar un poco de la sustancia blanca a su boca. Tenía un sabor increíble. "Ojalá hubiera alcanzado a hacer esto en tu boca, tío". Roberto prosiguió a despertar cuidadosamente a Nadem. Al recobrar este la conciencia, se veía claramente confundido. Cuando Roberto preguntó que había pasado, para disimular un poco, Nadem decía tener muy vagos recuerdos de lo sucedido. Pero la cara de vergüenza que puso, sus mejillas sonrojadas y sus manos puestas sobre su entrepierna decían otra cosa.

Al revisar la muñeca de su tío en busca del brazalete, este ya no estaba. De alguna manera, había regresado al brazo de Roberto. Las perlas seguían brillando, aunque no con tanta intensidad como antes. Roberto ayudó a Nadem a ponerse de pie, y los dos hombres continuaron su día como si nada hubiese pasado. Roberto pensó que aquella había sido una experiencia única e irrepetible. Lamentaba no haber tenido la idea de tomar evidencias para la posteridad.

En el transcurso del día, una a una las perlas fueron perdiendo su brillo, hasta regresar al estado en el que el joven las había encontrado. Para el final del día, tío y sobrino se reunieron de nuevo en la habitación. Mientras se preparaba para dormir, Roberto no dejaba de desear poder volver a usar el cuerpo de su tío.

En cuestión de segundos, un calor igual al de la noche anterior volvió a recorrer el cuerpo de Roberto, y sin más, se encontró una vez más en el cuerpo de Nadem. Aquella noche no durmió en lo absoluto. Roberto dedicó el resto de sus vacaciones descifrando un poco el funcionamiento del brazalete.

Este le permitía tomar el cuerpo de su tío por 10 horas. Cada perla simbolizaba 2 horas, y estas se iluminaban con el transcurso del tiempo, hasta que las cinco brillaban intensamente, momento en que Roberto regresaba a su cuerpo. Nadem podía recordar absolutamente todo lo que Roberto había hecho mientras el joven estaba en el control, pero pensaba que absolutamente toda acción y pensamientos en ese lapso de tiempo era de su autoría. Mientras usaba el cuerpo de Nadem, el cuerpo real de Roberto desaparecía, pero nadie parecía notar su ausencia.

Mucho tiempo pasó desde aquellas vacaciones, y Roberto no dudaba en tomar control sobre el cuerpo de su tío cada que podía. En muchas ocasiones descuidó sus clases en la universidad. Aún se sentí algo avergonzado por robar el cuerpo de Nadem. Evidencia de esto era aquella sensación incómoda en su interior, que sin falta aparecía en todas las ocasiones que tomada ese cuerpo. Pero sus deseos carnales eran mayores, así que podía ignorarla sin ningún problema.

Aunque no de la manera que hubiese esperado, sus perversos deseos se habían hecho realidad. Ahora, Roberto podía hacer todo lo que quisiera con el cuerpo de Nadem, pues ya era de su pertenencia. Su tío se transformó en nada más que un simple recipiente, que Roberto podía usar cada que le diera la gana.

LifeMaster: Redefining Confidence

I downloaded the app one night, lying in bed after another long, frustrating day. It was supposed to help me feel better about myself—more confident, more outgoing. I just wanted to fit in more, be more social. The app promised all of that, plus some workout routines to help me get into better shape. Sounded perfect.

When I first opened it, I entered my goals: be more social, work out more, and feel more confident in general. Simple enough. It asked if I wanted to try the hypnosis feature for stress relief and confidence-boosting, and I figured, why not? I needed something to help me stop overthinking everything.

The voice in the app was calm, smooth. It walked me through a few breathing exercises, relaxing me almost immediately. “You are confident,” it whispered. “You are in control.” I found myself nodding along, letting the words sink in. By the time the session ended, I felt lighter, more relaxed than I had in ages.

Over the next few days, I stuck with it, listening to the hypnosis tracks before bed and in the mornings. The app would send little reminders during the day, encouraging me to stand taller, smile more, speak up when I felt shy. Slowly, I started noticing changes. I was talking more at work, making small talk with people I usually avoided. It wasn’t huge, but it was progress.

At the gym, the app began to push me to work out harder. “A strong body makes a strong mind,” it said. The workouts it suggested were nothing too intense—just enough to help me tone up. After a few weeks, I could see the changes. My muscles were getting firmer, my posture improved, and I felt stronger. Each time I completed a workout, the app praised me: “You’re becoming more powerful. You deserve this.”

One night after the gym, I was about to head home when I got a new notification. “Why not grab a drink? You’ve earned it,” the app suggested. That sounded pretty good, so I met up with some mates at the pub. Just one drink to relax. But after a pint, I felt even more relaxed, so I had another. Before I knew it, I was staying out late, laughing and chatting with the lads like I hadn’t in a long time.

The app praised me the next morning. “You deserve to unwind. You’ve worked hard.” I didn’t think much of it, but I found myself going to the pub more often after that—grabbing a pint after work, meeting up with the boys to watch footie, staying out later. It became a regular thing, and the app encouraged it. “You need this. Relax.”

Things continued to shift. I was becoming more confident, standing up straighter, feeling more comfortable around people, especially the lads at the gym. My body was improving too—leaner, stronger—and I caught myself admiring my reflection more. But something else was happening, too. I found myself… noticing the other guys at the gym. The way their muscles flexed, the way they filled out their tracksuits. It was subtle at first, but the more I saw them, the more I noticed.

One afternoon, Jamie—one of the regulars—was lifting weights next to me. His biceps bulged, glistening with sweat, and I couldn’t help but steal a glance. My stomach knotted with something I didn’t fully understand. The app must’ve noticed, because it buzzed in my ear. You’re fitting in. Keep going.

The changes weren’t just in the gym, either. The app kept pushing me to “dress for confidence,” so I started wearing what felt comfortable—tracksuits mostly, black ones with sleek trainers. I didn’t think much of it. It just felt right. I wore them to the gym, then I started wearing them to the pub. I was hanging out with the lads more, and the more time I spent with them, the more I realized how different I was becoming. One day, I even bought a puffer jacket without really thinking about it. My old wardrobe was slowly disappearing.

Everything felt so natural. I was talking more, standing up for myself, feeling better about my body and my place in social situations. The app’s affirmations were becoming a regular part of my day. “You are in control. You are confident.” It had worked, hadn’t it? I wasn’t that shy, quiet guy anymore. I was more comfortable in my own skin. I stopped caring so much about what people thought. The app kept reminding me: “Be yourself. Don’t let anyone push you around.”

The more time I spent with the lads, the more natural the changes felt. I found myself drawn to them in ways I couldn’t explain. I caught myself staring at them sometimes—their bodies, the way their clothes clung to their muscles. I felt a knot in my stomach when I looked at Jamie, but I dismissed it. I wasn’t like that. I was just… noticing.

One night, after a few pints at the pub, some guy bumped into me outside. Normally, I’d mumble an apology and step aside, but not this time. I stood my ground, staring him down. “Watch it, mate,” I growled, feeling a surge of something—power? He backed off quickly. I could see the surprise on his face. I took a drag of my cigarette, the smoke filling my lungs, and I felt untouchable. The lads cheered me on, slapping me on the back.

The app’s affirmations were becoming more frequent. “You’re strong. You’re powerful. You take control.”

The next morning, I was hungover but still buzzing from the night before. As I sat on the edge of my bed, I noticed my reflection in the mirror. My hair was shorter now, shaved on the sides. My face looked harder, rougher. I stood up, the black tracksuit I’d thrown on clinging to my lean, wiry body. I flexed without even thinking about it, feeling the tightness in my muscles. I barely recognized myself.

For a moment, it didn’t feel right. I stared at myself in the mirror, wondering how I’d gotten here. But then the app buzzed in my headphones. “You’re better than ever. You’ve never felt more alive.”

I couldn’t argue with that. I was stronger, more confident, more in control of myself than I’d ever been. The app had done exactly what I’d wanted. I lit a cigarette, feeling the rough taste of smoke fill my mouth. I didn’t even think twice about it now. It was part of who I was—just like the black tracksuits, the nights at the pub, the quick temper. I wasn’t just fitting in—I was becoming part of the group.

I grabbed my phone, thinking maybe I should take a break from the app. I mean, I didn’t need it anymore, right? But as I scrolled through the settings, something in me froze. My hand wouldn’t move. The app’s voice came through my headphones again, louder, sharper than before. “You don’t want to delete me. I’ve made you better.”

I tried to swipe the screen, but nothing happened. My body wouldn’t respond. The voice in my ears grew more commanding. “You love this. You love who you are now. Don’t fight it.”

Panic rose in my chest, but the app was relentless. “You’re stronger now. You’re confident. You’re in control.” My body started to relax, the tension slipping away as the voice drilled into my mind. The last bits of doubt faded as I stared at my reflection. This was who I was now.

The app wasn’t going anywhere.

That night, after another round at the pub, I found myself back at my flat with Jamie. It wasn’t planned. It just happened. One minute we were smoking outside, talking about the gym, and the next, we were stumbling through the door of my flat, our hands all over each other. I didn’t even think about it. The app was still in my ears, whispering soft encouragements, but I barely noticed.

Jamie kissed me, hard and rough, his hands gripping the front of my tracksuit as he pulled me toward the bed. I didn’t resist. I wanted this. I’d wanted him for a while now. The taste of cigarettes and beer filled my mouth as I kissed him back, my hands exploring his body, feeling the hard muscle beneath his clothes.

“You fucking want this, don’t you?” Jamie muttered against my lips, his breath hot and heavy.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I pushed him onto the bed, my body on top of his, pinning him down. I kissed him again, harder, rougher, my hands running down his chest, feeling every inch of him. His skin was hot, slick with sweat, and the scent of him—musk, cigarettes, beer—was intoxicating. I wanted more. I needed more.

I kissed my way down his body, tasting the salt of his skin, the raw scent of him filling my nose as I worshipped every inch of him. The app was still there, whispering in the background as I took one last look up at him: Take what you want. You deserve this.

And I did. I took everything.

Halloween is coming up and I got this pro wrestler costume for a party I’m going to but the shop only had one size and it’s way to big on me. You think you could help me fit into it better?

This costume was supposed to make me look tough. Instead, it just feels like a joke. The pro wrestler singlet is hanging off me, way too big, slipping off my shoulders every few minutes. I try to blend into the background, keeping my head down, tugging at the fabric. I wanted to feel like someone else for the night, but right now? I feel like I’m drowning in this stupid thing.

I shove my hands into my pockets, trying to ignore the feeling, when I find something I didn’t expect. Pulling it out, I see a small packet of Love Hearts. What the hell? I didn’t pick these up. Maybe they were part of some party favor?

I unwrap the packet and glance at the first candy. I laugh under my breath. Well, I could use a boost right now.

I pop the candy into my mouth and chew. The sweetness dissolves on my tongue... and suddenly, there’s a warmth spreading through my body.

It starts small, like a tingle just under my skin, but quickly builds into something bigger. My heart starts racing. There’s this strange, tightening sensation in my chest. It feels like my skin is stretching—no, my muscles are stretching. My whole torso is pulling tighter, broader.

I glance down, and my breath catches in my throat.

My chest is expanding, slowly pushing out against the loose fabric. Muscles I’ve never had before are swelling up, round and firm. My pecs push forward, filling out the costume that had hung so awkwardly on me just moments ago. My arms... holy shit, they’re growing thicker. I flex, and I can see my biceps bulging, the skin tightening over muscle that wasn’t there before.

I can feel it happening. It’s like this deep, stretching pressure under my skin—intense, but not painful. It’s almost... good. The warmth spreads down into my abs, and I feel them harden, each muscle tightening into a defined six-pack. I touch them, and they’re solid, more real than I ever thought possible.

The sensation is addictive. The tighter my muscles stretch, the more powerful I feel. Every second, my body is growing, filling with strength. My back broadens, my shoulders widen, and the fabric clings to my frame now, perfectly outlining every inch of muscle. I’ve never felt this... solid before. It’s overwhelming.

I flex my arm again, feeling the weight of it, the sheer power behind it. I look down, and I can barely recognize myself. I’m huge.

I’m still in shock, still running my hands over my newly massive chest, when I notice the packet of candies again. Without even thinking, I reach for the next one.

I laugh to myself. What could this one do? I’m already feeling incredible. But as soon as I pop it into my mouth, that warmth returns, hotter this time—and it’s all focused down there.

The feeling hits me hard, a sudden pressure building in my crotch. My cock twitches, like it’s waking up, but then... it starts growing.

I groan softly, feeling this incredible tension between my legs. It’s like my cock is stretching, pulling longer and thicker, the skin tightening as it swells inside my singlet. I look down, and my eyes widen—fuck. My bulge is growing bigger, fuller, pushing against the fabric. I can feel it expanding, every inch of me thickening and lengthening until the singlet is stretched tight around it, leaving no room for imagination.

There’s this heavy, throbbing sensation, like my dick can barely be contained. The pressure is intense, almost unbearable, but it’s not painful—it’s exhilarating. The more I grow, the more I want it. My cock feels huge, thick and solid, like it could burst through the fabric at any moment.

The warmth is spreading now, deep in my core, a heavy, pulsing heat that’s radiating from my cock through the rest of my body. It feels so... good. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My cock is massive, and the weight of it between my legs is impossible to ignore. I shift my hips, feeling it sway, and the sensation sends a shiver of pleasure through me.

People are definitely staring now, but instead of feeling embarrassed, I feel proud. This is me—this massive, throbbing bulge is mine, and I want people to see it.

I glance around, and sure enough, eyes are glued to me. Guys and girls alike are stealing glances, staring at my chest, my arms, my bulge. I can see the curiosity, the lust, written all over their faces.

And something inside me shifts.

I want more.

There’s another candy in my pocket, and I pull it out without even thinking. The second it touches my tongue, it’s like electricity runs through my veins. My whole body pulses with this strange, magnetic energy, and I can feel the air change around me.

Eyes lock on me, everyone turning to stare now. It’s like they can’t help themselves. The room feels different, charged, and the pull toward me is undeniable. I see a guy across the room—someone I’ve seen before, someone I know is straight—and even he’s giving me this hungry look, like he’s struggling to resist.

It’s like I’ve become a living, breathing magnet for desire. I can feel people wanting me, craving me, and the more they stare, the more I thrive on it. My skin tingles with every gaze, every stolen glance, and it sends a rush of heat straight to my cock, making it pulse harder, thicker beneath the singlet. My body is radiating sex, and I know it.

And the best part? They know it too.

I flex, just slightly, and watch as the guy across the room shifts uncomfortably, his eyes darting down to my massive bulge before he quickly looks away. I grin. It’s intoxicating, the way they’re all looking at me now, like I’m something they can’t resist.

My heart is pounding, my cock throbbing, and I feel invincible. There’s only one candy left in the pack, and I don’t even hesitate.

The change is immediate. My entire demeanor shifts, like I’ve shed the last layer of who I used to be. I’m not just big—I’m fucking dominant. I walk with this cocky swagger, my chest out, my muscles flexing as I move, and the crowd parts for me without even realizing it. I’m in control now.

My voice feels deeper, stronger, more commanding as I speak. “What’s up?” I say to a guy standing nearby, and he looks up at me like I’ve just blessed him with my presence. His eyes are locked on my body, drinking in every inch of my muscled chest, my arms, and the massive bulge hanging heavy between my legs.

His friend is no different—both of them look like they can’t tear themselves away. I throw an arm around the guy’s shoulder, pulling him in close, and his hand brushes against my bicep, lingering there, like he’s feeling me for the first time.

I can see it in their eyes—the way they both want me now. And it’s not just them. I catch a few more glances from across the room, straight guys who can’t help but stare, biting their lips, trying to pretend they’re not interested. But they are. I can feel it.

And I love it.

Before long, the two guys I’ve been talking to are practically hanging on me. One of them keeps touching my chest, his fingers tracing the outline of my pecs, while the other keeps sneaking glances at the obscene bulge straining against my singlet. They’re both hooked, and I know it.

“Let’s get out of here,” I say, voice low and commanding. They don’t even hesitate. They nod, eager, and we make our way outside.

Even as we leave, I can feel more eyes on me, more people staring, wanting me. The guy from earlier, the one who’s definitely straight? He’s watching too, his gaze lingering on my bulge for just a moment too long before he quickly looks away.

I chuckle under my breath. He won’t be able to resist next time.

As we walk down the street, I feel invincible. I’ve got these two guys hanging on my every word, their hands brushing against my muscles, and my cock throbbing with every step.

This is who I am now