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My Bully's Send Off

My father owns the moving business in town. And when I got work. I heard Bob Hillside , the guy who been bullying me my whole life. He sold his family home and moving far away.

I had to give him a send off. Or should I say. My last chance to get even. And it's got to be ultimate.

He always made fun of my body. I am tall and thin. And I was up all night to come up with my way to finally come out ahead.

I pulled up in front of his house as he was sitting out front. He seem a bit surprised to see me, of all people to say goodbye. As I walked up to the house a look of fear for some odd reason came too his face.

Or maybe. I had a programmed app running in my pocket and he my target.

He bigger then me in muscular tone. But it seem I was taking control over him. As he walked inside the house. I followed him in.

He bullied me my whole life, but for today the app gave me power over him.

I said . Take your clothes off. And with out a word he stripped down to his jock. As I stripped down to my boxer briefs.

I can't believe ge did it. The app for sure put me in control.

Funny. I started to count backwards 3, 2, 1. He pull off his jock and tossed them at me. I did itwith my boxer briefs..

I put on his jock and he put on my boxer briefs.

I stepped up to him and it looked like he was under a spell.

I placed my hand on his chest. And it was like I drain his lungs off air. And his body started to shrink before my eye. Just touching his arms mine grew. Soon I had his body and my face became start to become more handsome and his became more boyish.

Lookinf down. You could tell who the man by looking at his package.

Having his body was amazing. Even I can't take my eyes off myself.

I think I look better than he ever did.

I put on his clothes and he kind of mimic me putting on my clothes.

I walked outside to my car as he sat back down on the porch. As I drove off the app released hom from the spell.

Since my father's company was moving him. during the night I switched his clothes for mine, on the moving van.

Next day seeing him drive away. . As I played football in the park across the street from his house.

So great to be the All Star and my biggest problem driving away. FAR away.

I’d followed him into the bathroom and jumped into him.. squeezed off a photo for my bf and sent it, to get him excited for when I arrived. I had to go back to the delivery room though, see out his shift, but managed to get a quick video of just what I was now packing and send it off too.. my bf texted back, he’s so excited already …

Okay, this is the body I choose to go in to Mardi Gras tomorrow.. this one will have all the hot twunks calling me Daddy as I fuck them, and the older muscle dads lining up to have me escort them around buying me dinner and drinks and presents in the hope they’ll fuck me, but we all know i’ll be the one taking their arses in a trice!

Hey officer, don’t worry it’s just a mild sedative to stop you struggling. I don’t want to wait too long after I swap my husband into your body for him to sink that huge piece of yours into me.

And his body is fully drugged ours so I can send it back to the old peoples home without you waking up. They’ll keep it semi conscious from now on, just as they have since my husband was admitted, and any ramblings about it not being your body will be ignored.. same as the guy in mine..

I can’t thank that young doctor at the home enough (kinda) for giving up his body to me, even though he didn’t know he was going to do so! A hunky doctor and his handsome cop husband, we are going to make one hell of a power couple, instead of the weak, sickly and impotent old guys no longer able to be lovers..

Whoa, whatcha doing?!?

Well, you wanted to know how big your new dick gets… I’m just giving you a hand getting it started up 😉

Okay 😎

The two nerds wasted no time losing their virgin status of 40 years’ duration when they found their device had successfully put them in their chosen hot jock boys’ bodies!

Then There Was One

My dad goes on the occasional business trip. I'm still at home since I'm just a senior in high school my brother is a college. Plus the family dog.

My dad always has someone to keep an eye on me when he's out of town. 18 years old or not. Since my brother's college is not that far away. So he had him come home and stay with me. Which I can do without.

When he comes home he stays in his room but his buddy, his roommate comes along and stays in my room. I have to sleep on the couch in the family room and they treat me like their slave.

I'm Tommy. And my brother, jock want to be Paul. I say it, because he's a second-string jock and he hardly ever plays.

When Paul comes home it was brings his roommate Tyler. Tyler's on his school swim team and he's in really great shape. He should take my brother to the gym with him and get him in that kind of shape. But... That we don't have to really worry about that anymore.

This weekend I've got some big plan for both of them.

My brother comes home tosses his stuff into his room, Tyler comes kicks me out of my room.

My brother stocks the fridge with beer for the two of them to drink and sends me out to pick up the food they ordered. My brother doesn't want to pay for delivery.

But that works out fine for me because of my little surprise I have for them.

About a month ago I found an old Apothecary shop and I founded the items I needed to make some changes.

I picked Paul and Tyler's food along with my own. I went to the site counter of the restaurant to check the order and that's when I added the extra ingredients to Paul and Tyler's food.

When I got home they were out in the pool deck waiting for me. I brought them their food out with their beer which I also drugged with this special ingredients.

After about 2 hours Paul and Tyler were ready to go. And my brother Paul was the first one.

I can tell the stuff at taken effects my brother Paul had no fight in him. I dragged him to the side of the garage out of Tyler's view.

He was out of it and just stood there.

I pull off his jeans and underwear. Brother I'm about to becomes an only child and you're going to be part of it.

I stood behind him and being a smaller frame this was going to be easy. I started wrapping my arms around him and squeezing as I pulled myself inside his body.

It was a weird feeling as our bodies merged how I was melting inside him. My body is morphine with his as I was changing. My height started to match his as we became one. My chest sinking into his back. Our arms and legs become one. As I take over his body.

My own body being on the slim side, really didn't have much effect on his body. But once the merger was completed I did see our faces we had combined our to a good looks into a new face.

I was now in control my brother's body . I am now an only child. Since I merged into my brother's body I took his height and his age.

I got dressed to join my guest Tyler.

When I got back the pool deck he was in pretty much the same state as Paul was in. But my plans for his roommate were different than what I had for Paul.

Hey dude why don't you get your suit on we'll go in the pool.

Tyler was moving so slow and totally out of it.

What I slip into the Paul lunch was different than what I've gave Tyler. I'm going to add all this muscle mass to the my body, now have from my brother body.

Tyler just stood there, so i he's helped him by slide off his underwear. He was now completely naked as I lay them down on top of a lawn chair.

I got undressed quickly.

I prime Tyler's body the start the merging process.

Tyler was rock hard at the time and when I sat down on him. I align his firm cock to the opening in my ass. I position myself so it would slide in side me. This step went to smooth so I have a feeling my brother and him maybe doing a little something behind closed doors.

As I lay down on top a Tyler I could feel his dick pulsing as I align myself on top of him. Soon our body started to merge together. Has his lower extremities past to my butt cheeks, our legs merging together. His chest slipping into my back and taking its position. Speaking of positions I can feel my brother's, oh I'm sorry my dick grow bigger and harder. The merging of our bodies becoming quite successful. I could feel Tyler's nose at the back of my head but soon it was passing through emerging in with mine. For a short time I blacked out.

My eyes opened and I found myself being the only one laying in the lawn chair. The merger was completed I could feel the difference in my body already the muscular tone coming through.

I maybe Paul now. But.. I am an intelligent college student having the minds of Tyler, my brother Paul and myself combined into one. Merging all our knowledge and talents together.

I slept well that night in my new bedroom. Pictures of me on the wall. Trophies with my name on it. Being a first string lineman on the college football team.

I was sitting with my feet in the pool when my dad came home a few days later.

Thanks Paul for taking care of the house and the dog. You heading back to school tonight you got classes in the morning and a football game on Friday I'm sure you need to get back for practice.

Even my dad found me as Paul his only son. And this body is amazing. I'm also glad that Tyler's clothes fit me.

Showing Off My New Body

I found this hunk of a man at the flea market. As soon as he caught my eye, I knew I was destined to wear his flesh. I stalked him through the market all the way to his truck. On that hot day, he didn’t notice he was being followed. he dropped his keys, and when he bent back up, he was met with a syringe in the back of his neck.

His body crumpled to the ground as the serum took hold. I stood over this country hunk as he was converted into a wearable husk. I threw the fresh bodysuit into the cab of his truck and headed home. I couldn’t wait to try him on.

He was definitely worth the wait. Now that I’m in his body, I feel unstoppable. Looking like this life is going to go a little differently. Anything I wear looks great, but there’s something about me in this body when it’s bare chested. I flex for the camera as I get comfortable filling up my new skin. I’m in love with my new muscle tone. I could see me wearing this body permanently.

Flexing In My New Skin

I tightened my new face in the mirror. I give myself a smirk and stick my tongue out. It’s hard not to be cheeky when you see this face staring back at you in the mirror. This gym bro was really easy to get a hold of, and is even easier to wear.

I feel and look amazing, flexing my new muscle that came with this skin. I think I’m gonna continue the show at the gym for a little bit. Can’t wait to see what I can find in him.

I Got Daddy Too

From all the high school wrestlers, I’ve converted into bodysuits. I’ve also collected some of their fathers as bonuses.

Robert’s father Clint, started asking him questions that the real Robert could only answer. I’ve been considering his dad for bodysuit conversion since I met him. He was a grizzled, muscular bear of a man. But now his conversion was a matter of survival. I shudder to think what would happen if I was exposed for my collection.

I look great in his dad. His dad looks even better in his sons singlet that happens to be two sizes too small.

Locker Room Score

Every time I saw Hassan in the gym, I wanted his body more. His veins rippled on top of the defined musculature with a moderate dusting of body hair. He checked all the boxes I look for when considering an Arab male bodysuit subject.

I decided it was time to harvest tonight. I got him before he got into the shower so I can still bathe in his musk. How do I look?

Wrestler

Anybody wanna wrestle me? I just scored the most gorgeous Latino wrestler. I’ve gotten a chance to play around at his sport and it turns out I’m pretty good at it. I love the submission holds almost as much as I love being in this body. If I keep this up, I can wear him all the way to the Olympics.

Always Read Your Contract!

“Aw, you want your body back? Well too bad… Peter”, San Francisco 49ers tight end George Kittle says as he makes a stank face into the camera of his phone. “You made a deal with this company, so you’re just going to have to deal with the consequences!” George continues as the man on the other end of the FaceTime call sobs uncontrollably. “I guess you should have read your contract better huh?” the football jock says, which only pushes the man further into his pitiful wailing. “You know, I’ve been talking to this guy right next to me, and he said that a good chunk of the starters on your team have been possessed for a while now.” George says as he nods his head back towards the black man leaning on his shoulder. “It seems like I just somehow got lucky...” George continues, laughing and continuing to smirk into the camera. “Well, I’ve got to go get ready for the big game, so I’m going to head out now. If you want your body back so badly, go bet on it!” George said before quickly ending the call and heading onto the field.

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Sitting back onto his couch, the portly and balding man on the couch began to uncontrollably sob as he dealt with the shock of everything. Just an hour earlier, the man was back in his original body of the impressively muscular George Kittle. But as he was beginning to get ready, he soon grew incredibly dizzed. Attempting to call out for help, no one was able to come before he quickly collapsed onto the ground and passed out on the cold tile floor of the 49ers locker room. Upon waking up, he found himself resting on a black leather couch and in a body much different than the one he spent the past 27 years of his life as. With a hefty spare tire affixed to his gut and thick thighs that pushed against each other, George was in complete disbelief by what had happened to him. He knew that AthleteOdds was a new sponsor for the 49ers this season and he was required to sign a bunch of photos that gave them the ability to use his likeness, but he didn’t know that they would fully use his body and give it to someone else!

Groaning as he sat up with his much older body, George (or Peter according to his former body) made his way to the man’s old desktop and was greeted to the homepage of the betting site. Trying his best, he bet on the body of George Kittle, attempting to beat the max bid of $50,000 to get his body back. However, as he attempted to finalize the purchase, he was met with a swift rejection saying that his bank refused the charge. Grunting in annoyance, George pulled open the man’s bank page that was bookmarked and tried to figure out how to fix the issue. If he was required to transfer this man’s entire life savings, he was willing to do it! But as he pulled up the account info, he was annoyed to find that his bank account was nearly drained. With only a few hundred dollars to his new identity, he knew he would be unable to get his body back anytime soon. However, as he observed the list of remaining players available to bet on, George soon found himself in a dilemma. Should he wait and save up the money to get his original body back, or should he bet on a third or fourth tier player and just deal with no longer being a starter on the 49ers? There were several guys that he wouldn’t necessarily be upset about becoming, but before he could decide, his stomach growled and demanded nourishment. Unable to ignore the intense hunger pangs, the new Peter got up from his chair and decided that it would be a better idea to weigh the options after filling up this hefty new gut of his!

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Going on vacation with my stepfather was always a pain. He and my mother have been together for 4 years now, and despite treating her very well, he treats me like trash. When she's not around, he's either rude to me or just ignores me. I've tried to have a good relationship with him but I never managed to. In the end, I decided to accept it because my mother was happy.

We arrived at the beach and he went into the water, while my mother went to buy drinks. While I was on the sand, a thin old man approached me.

"Hello child, I can feel you have trouble getting along with someone close to you. I believe I have the solution for that." He opened his bag and took out a bottle of what looked like orange juice. "This is a magic potion. The person who takes this will become an extremely trustworthy person, who cares about you and will help you in everything."

I thought it was strange how the old man knew this, and although I was skeptical, I decided to give it a try. I took the bottle in my hand and when I went to thank the old man, he was gone.

I took advantage of the fact that my mother hadn't returned yet and went to my stepfather. "Hey, here's the juice mom bought you."

"Thanks.", he said with a sullen face. I watched as he quickly drank the cold liquid. However, I also noticed that his neck started glowing and growing thicker, as if something else was going down his throat, but by the time he finished drinking the bottle, it had returned to normal.

A big smile appeared on his face. "Thank you so much, son." Said my stepfather. "I never thought I would manage to get such a strong and hot body. This is a dream come true."

Then, I realized what had happened. Somehow, the old thin man that gave me the bottle possessed my stepfather body. "Hey, what do you mean? Are you ok?"

"I'm great." He said. "In fact, I've never felt so good. Thank you so much for giving me this delicious body. Don't worry, your old stepfather is gone. From now on we will be much closer. I already realized how eager you are for me to fuck you. Just wait until we arrive at the hotel."

I didn't know what to say. I would never have imagined that this could happen, otherwise I wouldn't have given him that potion. Or would I? The slightest chance of being fucked by him already made my dick hard as a rock.

"Hey boys, there you are!" Said my mom arriving with water and juice for us. "Are you okay, honey?"

"I'm great, my love." Said the old man inside my stepfather, as he winked at me.

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A few months have already passed since my stepfather change, and we have sex almost every day. Since my mother works at night, weekday nights are reserved for "strengthening my bond with my stepfather".

"Just finished my swimming. Get ready to be destroyed." He said in the message and sent me a mirror selfie, and all I did was wait for him to arrive and fuck me the way only he knows how.

A bargain and a deal

Body a day - #29: Ancient

“Hi. I’m here for the suit.” “Yes, come inside, I have put it out for you, if you want to look more at it and try it on.” The young guy went into the older guy’s house, the motorcycle suit, he had seen on a second-hand site, was hopefully everything he had dreamt of.

It was a nice suit and in perfect condition, the young guy seemed quite satisfied.

“So why were you selling it again?” he asked. “It needs to be worn,” said the older guy, “there’s a mirror over there, so you can see, if it fits.”

The young guy took off his hoodie and dropped it on the floor. The older guy left him alone in the hallway. If he was really cheeky, he could just have put on the suit and left.

Having wiggled into the leathers, the young guy zipped the suit, he admired himself in the mirror, grabbing his phone, snapping a few pictures.

He then felt a sudden pain rush through his body, like something small and sharp was poking him in the back, but there was nothing to see. His phone fell out of his hand and landed on the floor, but he could not bend down to pick it up.

He couldn’t even lift his arms, looking down, he watched in horror, how his hands and feet deflated and shrank, seemingly disappearing into the suit, the suit was consuming him. He felt his head collapse and slowly being pulled into the neck opening, disappearing into the darkness.

Having heard the ’clunk’ of the leather suit hitting the floor, the older guy opened the door to the room to find it empty. The leather suit laid zipped, but vacant on the floor. He walked over to the unoccupied leathers, and picked it up, then unzipped it, it was still warm inside. “I hope you are satisfied”, he said, as he pulled out the youth’s sweaty clothes from the innards, a t-shirt, a tank top, a pair of meggings and some boxers, all soaked in sweat, but otherwise nothing suggested this had just been worn.

The older guy then stripped himself naked and began to pull on the leather suit himself, zipping it. “Alright, now it’s your turn,” he said, then immediately felt a warmth spreading through his body. He took a deep breath, then moaned as he felt his muscles expand ever so slightly, he felt the suit tightening, creaking loudly as it adjusted to his size, his skin smoothed regressing signs of ageing, his hair grew darker, it would soon begin to grow lusher and fuller too, and he felt energy and strength surging through his body, as the last occupant’s essence were pumped into him.

”Hell yeah, this guy had plenty to give. How about we take the bike for a spin?”

The suit was the current vessel of an ancient spirit. Several years ago its partner had it posses this motorcycle suit, instead of its former vessel, so it could more easily devour its victims. He would provide it with a meal/sacrifice every now and then, having them wear the suit for the spirit to consume, and in the return the spirit would rejuvenate him with the leftover essence of its victims - an uneasy alliance, but both seemed content for the time being.

Final Goal

Body a day - #30: Pecs

The final entry in @max-the-many's challenge.

“Paul? Why?” those were Lucas’s last words before he collapsed on the floor, his hand still pressed against his throat, his gaze becoming vacant. I chuckle, “you really haven’t figured out yet? I’m not Paul,” I pinch my cheek and pull, making my face distort grotesquely as Paul’s face detaches from my own underneath. I let go and Paul’s face snaps back in place, restoring my disguise. There’s a brief expression of soul-crushing horror on Lucas’s face, but then it disappears as the sparks in his eyes fade.

“Paul was a really nice disguise, as was your other friend, Stefan, but they were just the means to an end,” I say gloatingly to the unconscious hunk on the floor, kneeling to stay level with him, “you were always my final goal!”

There’s no response, Lucas seems to be well on his way in the conversion, soon he’ll be ready to wear.

“All it took was a couple of bodysuits to get close to you, your friends will become part of my collection, but you – you are the crown jewel.”

I begin to undress, taking off Paul’s bike leathers, his undersuit and the rest of his motorcycle equipment.

I place my hands on Paul’s forehead and begin to push it backwards, causing his mouth to expand for my own head to poke through it. Feeling the air on my original face feels strange and weirdly unfamiliar, but I’m not staying like this for long, once I’m inside Lucas, I’ll never take him off again.

Slowly I squeeze out of Paul’s skin, struggling to get my body out of his. It isn’t exactly a graceful transition as I clumsily pull out of Lucas’s biker friend, then again nobody is going to know.

I let go of Paul’s skin, letting it collapse on the floor as I eye up my new possession: Lucas Wilson.

He’s ready. I lift up the hollowed-out skinsuit, that used to be Lucas. I was aroused and excited with making this my new permanent body, but I wanted to savour the moment. I strip Lucas, pulling off his clothes piece by piece, placing them in a neat little pile, smelling them as I remove them – it’s a musk, I can’t wait to make my own.

Stripped naked like myself, I admire Lucas’s beautiful and sculpted body, those gorgeous muscles, especially those pecs. And they are all mine!

I carry the Lucas-suit into his bedroom, technically it’s my bedroom now – almost. I place it on the bed, even when deflated and visibly hollow, this body still looks amazing.

I run my fingers gently across his impressive chest, his defined abs, (they aren’t exactly rock-hard, but they will be, once I’m inside,) his well-endowed… his thick thighs and calves. I also run my fingers down his massive arms, from his broad shoulders, to his toned biceps and triceps and big hands. Finally I run my fingers across his angelic, handsome face, distorted by the lack of a skull, but still beautiful. I’m insatiable and feel like I’m about to burst with excitement, I can’t delay this any further.

I grab Lucas and stretching his mouth wide open, I begin to slither in. It’s always such an indescribably arousing feeling to pull on a bodysuit. It’s warm, smooth and squishy inside, and I slid my feet in like I had done a few times before taking my time to get the toes in. I pull Lucas up around my legs, his muscular legs now back to life. I slip his ass over mine and I slip my own meat into his; and like pulling it on like a condom, it springs to life, perfectly reflecting how aroused I am.

I pull Lucas’s mouth further up my torso, making my flat and featureless stomach disappear, and be replace with Lucas’s sculpted abs. I keep pulling, so that I can get the pecs almost in place, then I plunge my hands into Lucas’s impressive arms. Stretching out Lucas’s mouth wide enough to pass my shoulders, I finally get the upper torso into place. Running Lucas’s finger across my wide shoulders, muscular arms and perfect pecs, I smile to myself, before I flex hard, the muscles respond flawlessly. They are ready to serve their new master. I look at my reflection, seeing my face one final time, I must admit, that this pristine body suits me, but I want it all. I then stretch Lucas’s mouth one final time to stretch it over my head, then I let go with a snap. It’s dark for a moment, but I soon open my eyes and see the room again through new eyes.

The second-to-last thing I have to do is to push Lucas’s facial features into place. Staring insatiably as my handsome features fall into place, the facial massage has done it’s trick, I pull a few faces, it’s perfect. “Looking good, Lucas, looking really good,” I say to the stud in the mirror with my new voice.

I rub my new pecs, I’ve dreamt of rubbing hands my hands all over them since I first saw them on Lucas’s social media, and now they’re all mine! I twist the nipples, each placed on a big slab of muscle. My muscles!

Finally I inject myself with another syringe, I am making this process irreversible. I am Lucas, now and forever. I have never tried this injection before, but it feels like I’m bubbling inside, binding with my new skin, I can feel my senses sharpen and I feel ‘more real’ than ever.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I laugh, a fiendish laughter expressing my sheer delight of my accomplishment. I rub my nether regions, not able to contain myself any longer and a chill rushes through me, down my spine as I climax satisfyingly. Not bothering to clean up the stains right now, and done with what would only be the first of many sessions of self-gratification, I walk out of the bedroom, where I left the Paul-bodysuit. I smirk to myself, then I grab Paul’s motorcycle leathers, the ones I arrived in, and begin pulling them on my naked body. I’m now bigger and stronger than Paul, so the suit is going to get tested to see if it can contain my new muscular frame. I had no reason to worry, the suit is a perfect fit. It looks even better on Lucas me, than on Paul. Lucas doesn’t have a lot of motorcycle gear, but I’ll make sure to change that, in the hallway I find Lucas’s own motorcycle boots and gloves, well, my motorcycle boots and gloves, both several sizes bigger than what I wore before, but now they fit perfectly on my feet and hands. Riding a motorcycle as Paul was incredible, but going as Lucas is going to be many times better, but it’s going to have to be a short ride for now, there’s so much else I have to do - to put this new body to the test. Pecs and everything!

Night at the Museum

Perhaps there had been signs he had overlooked, maybe there had been plenty of clues that something was going to happen at the museum, that someone had made plans and preparations, and it was culminating tonight.

The museum had amongst its collections, a collection of movie memorabilia, one of the memorabilia being a set of costumes of Batman and Robin from the movie of the same name from 1997 with George Clooney and Chris O'Donnell in the respective roles. A movie of questionable quality certainly, but iconic in its own way.

The suits were by no means unique, as there were made multiple of them during the taping of the movie, but now a set was on display here along side other superhero and movie pieces. As the night watch, he was responsible for keeping an eye on all these artefacts, which usually wasn’t particularly eventful, he might do some cleaning and some fixes around the museum, but otherwise, there wasn’t much to do. Not that he complained, he loved history and could enjoy the exhibits by himself. He did have a particular good eye for the Batman and Robin costumes, but apparently he wasn’t the only one.

An uneventful night became very eventful, when he entered the movie memorabilia collection, he had heard voices and went to investigate. Half of the security cameras weren’t working, which probably was a sign, that something bad was going to happen, but he still went to check. As soon as he entered the room, he was assaulted and overpowered by two masked men. They pressed him firmly against the wall, whilst stuffing a gag into his mouth, they then forced him down on a chair, and tied him to it with rope from their duffle bag. They didn’t seemed fazed by the night watch, quite the contrary, they seemed even more excited, as if they had wanted someone to witness this… And the night watch, whilst fearful and shocked, felt something stir inside him.

These two burglars were a mystery, they didn’t seem like your typical burglar, there were something strange about their approach and their goal, that the night watch would soon come to realize. He saw them approach the Batman display, whispering excitedly to one another, not even caring that he was sitting here watching everything. Had his mouth not been gagged, his jaw would have dropped, as he saw the two men do, what he had always dreamt of doing; touching the suits.

The burglars began to undress the two mannequins, the night watch trying to figure out exactly what they were doing and why. He could feel his stomach twisting and turning as he looked in fear, but also longing as the superhero costumes were disassembled and discarded on the floor.

They had undressed the two mannequins of Batman and Robin and thrown all the neoprene and leather on the floor. The night watch was baffled, if they wanted to steal the suits, why haven’t they just stuffed them in their duffle bag and ran? Was there more they wanted?

From their duffle bag one of the masked figure pulled out a utility knife. A chill ran down the night watch’s spine. What were they planning? He stared entranced and fearful, his conflicting emotions made it difficult for him to think straight. He was starting to remember the potential danger he was in, he stared at it with his heart in his throat, fearing that this could turn ugly pretty quickly.

But to his surprise and bewilderment, they did something else. With the blade of the knife one of the masked men began cutting off the head of the naked Robin mannequin, he then handed it to his accomplice, who took the head and turned his back on the night watch.

With his free hand the burglar pulled off his balaclava and dropped it on the floor. The night watch could only see the back of his head, but he appeared to be young and skinny with a buzz cut haircut.

To the night watch’s big surprise the young man plunged his head into the hollowed out Robin-head, pushing and pulling the silicone into place. The night watch wouldn’t have believed it was possible, but he could not take his eyes of it. After what seemed like an eternity the new ’Robin’ turned around a flashed a smile. It was unbelievable, it was so realistic. It was like the young Chris O’Donnell stood in the room, the night watch was in awe, he now knew exactly what the burglars wanted, and he felt aroused, he felt insatiable, as terrified as he was, he wanted to see it all.

The still masked burglar nodded in approval, having dropped the headless Robin silicone mannequin on the floor, he then went over to the naked ’Batman’.

And just like before, he cut off the head, turned his back on the night watch, pulled off his mask and plunged his head into the hollowed Batman’s.

Once the other burglar was satisfied with his new face, he turned towards his accomplice, who placed his hand on the George Clooney-impersonator’s face, before leaning in and kissing him.

Despite the potential danger he was in, the night watch eagerly awaited, what he assumed the burglars would do next. He wasn’t sure they would actually do it, but they didn’t disappoint him. They stripped themselves of their black onesies, and ran the utility knife down the spines of both of the mannequins, creating large enough gaps for them to enter.

Slowly, but steadily they both began to force their way inside the hollow mannequins. The night watch felt like his nether regions were about to explode at the sight. The two men were transforming into movie stars as their scrawny bodies disappeared into the silicone, replacing them with the perfectly sculpted physiques of Batman and Robin.

There was something completely breathtaking about their actions. The night watch could only dream of what it would be like to slip into a silicone body like that, instantly gaining flawless skin, a handsome face and some quick and easy muscle mass. He wanted nothing more, than to be like those two right now.

Once they were both inside they began a process of self-gratification, rubbing their hands all over their new smooth and toned bodies. The night watch was in awe at the sight. It was flawless. The two impersonators were clearly as aroused as him as they embraced each other, kissing each other deeply and passionately with their erections pressing against each other.

Having lost any sense of time, their make-out could have lasted hours as they caressed their new ’naked’ bodies, clearly beyond satisfied with their result. But they weren’t quite done yet, there was still a final trick in their bag.

They began rubbing some sort of paste on each other’s backs and around their necks. It dawned on the night watch what they were doing… They were sealing themselves inside. He would have thought that it would have been unbearably warm inside those silicone bodies, but apparently it wasn’t the case. They were going all in, no turning back, they wanted to stay as Clooney and O'Donnell forever.

The night watch couldn’t bear it anymore, he was so full of longing and desire and without knowing it and despite the gag, he let out a deep and audible moan.

For the first time for what seemed like hours, the impersonators turned towards their spectator, they both chuckled, seemingly enjoying they were being watched. The naked George-impersonator took a few steps toward their hostage: ”I hope you are enjoying the show, it’s only halfway done.” Did he have any idea, how much their witness was into this?

’George’ flexed his right arm, it responded flawlessly, you wouldn’t believe it wasn’t real unless you had seen, what had transpired before. ‘George’ turned away, looking at ’Chris’ who had begun pulling on the Robin-costume.

The night watch stared still entranced, no longer feeling any fear, just unyielding desire. ‘Chris’ had slipped into the pants of the Robin-suit, they were a perfect fit of course, maybe even a little tighter, but the mannequin was made to fit the proportions of the suit, and now, in some bizarre way, they still were.

‘George’ had also put on the pants of the Batman-suit and then helped ‘Chris’ zipping the back of Robin’s top. ‘Chris’ returned the favour as ‘George’ slipped into Batman’s top. The mannequins were almost completely dressed, they put on the costumes’ gloves, boots, belts and capes, then ‘Batman’ pulled on his leather cowl and ‘Robin’ his mask.

The transformation was complete, it was like the mannequins had simply come to life, except it really wasn’t that. It was almost more unbelievable. The two burglars strutted around for a bit, getting comfortable in their new skins and costumes. The night watch was so deeply infatuated, he could only imagine, how they must feel, how he wanted to be them.

“Are you satisfied?” said ‘Batman’ to ‘Robin’. “Very satisfied,” ‘Robin’ replied, whilst tweaking the nipples of his suit, “this feels so good.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” ‘Batman’ responded with a chuckle, running his gloved hand down to his suit’s crotch. ‘Robin’ wrapped his arms around ‘Batman’ and pulled him towards himself and they locked lips once again. The night watch moaned again, as he felt like climaxing any moment, he couldn’t contain himself anymore. The two ‘superheroes’ turned to look at him.

”I think he’s into it!” ’Batman’ laughed to ’Robin’ like they had been completely aware of it from the start. The ‘dark knight’ walked towards the night watch, whose heartbeat began to increase with every step of the approaching ‘hero’.

‘Batman’ placed his hand firmly on the night watch’s erection, giving it a few tugs. “Yeah, you are really into it, aren’t you? We had a feeling…”

The night watch let out another moan, the culmination of a most eventful night.

‘Batman’ walked away and began picking up the clothes of their former identities, the burglars’ balaclavas, onesies and so forth, all the traces of what they had been.

’Robin’ chuckled and walked up to their hostage. He placed his boot firmly on the night watch’s aroused member and smiled the boyish smile of the young Chris O'Donnell. ’Robin’ leaned in on the night watch, their faces so close, that he could smell the silicone and the warmth radiating from it, ’Robin’ placed his mouth inches from the night watch’s ear and whispered sensually: “If you let us get away… We’ll make it worth your while. You can join us if you want. If this turns you on as much as it does us, then I think we’ll get along nicely, and we can even get you a skin like ours.”

’Robin’ stepped back, ’Batman’ was done tidying up after them.

”Give it some thought,” said ’Robin’, “we’ll make sure, you won’t regret it.” The night watch felt the ropes loosen and the gag too. ‘Robin’ then gave him a kiss on the cheek, the night watch felt the warm silicone against his skin, it felt so realistically, he then felt ‘Robin’s’ tongue in his ear, and he almost felt like fainting from the hotness.

The sound of two heavy sets of leather boots walking echoed through the empty halls as the ‘dark knight’ and the ‘boy wonder’ left the crime scene, leaving the night watch behind, pondering what his next move should be.

The silver lining

Body a day II - #2: Spectrum

The hologram suit was ready for action. Having slipped on the massive, and on its own quite impressive, silver muscle suit, the wearer initiated the program and the transformation began. At first the suit began to darken, the silver sheen dulled and turned grey, before it began to take on a human skin tone. It tightened around its wearer whilst muscles, veins, freckles, pores and birthmarks replaced the grey lustreless material, as it bended the whole spectrum of light to create the illusion of an all-natural muscular hunk.

Breathing heavily as his arousal grew, he watched his appearance becoming more and more human and more and more convincing.

He then began to tweak the in-built voice modulator. “Testing… testing… testing” he repeated as he adjusted the pitch until he found the exact sound he liked. The voice was stolen from some guy he had found on social media, but he liked it a lot, so he wanted it for himself.

He slipped on a couple of Calvin Klein boxers (three sizes bigger than what he’d normally wear), that would cover the one thing the suit was lacking. But he was still very satisfied with the result. He flexed and the illusion was perfect. Nobody would imagine he was just a guy in a suit. The spectrum of light was carefully controlled to make him appear as his ideal self, even the infrared part. If you looked at him through thermographic camera, you wouldn’t be able to tell that this was just a guy in a suit.

He rummaged through the piles of clothes he had prepared, more than enough for various outfits… and identities should it be desired. He could become anyone, as long as they fit the proportions of the suit, and he didn’t want it any other way. Being a muscleman was something he had always wanted, and he saw no reason to change that anytime soon.

Having finally decided on an outfit, he took a couple of selfies in the bathroom mirror, admiring the result. Then it was time to head out and put this hologram to the test.

“Let’s go!”