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Hard to believe that this was me six months ago! Sir has had me on a regime of dick shrinkers, milk enhancers and IQ droppers.
Nowadays, my tits are four times bigger, swollen pale and blue with milk, my nipples large and dark, so eager of lips to suck from me.
my belly, tight and round protrudes from my midriff, shifting with His active babies.
My cock is now a useless two inches of meat, I haven’t got hard in months, and all of my orgasms have been coming from him fucking my ass.
He’s so proud of the mumma he’s made of me, thick and servile.
“Dammit—I told HR my interns need to have very SPECIFIC qualities!”
"Doug and Matt's Cigar Adventure: A Mr. Cachimbo Story" PART 1 OF 2
Matt was a happy man. It was the year 2004 and he had just gotten a job with MorphCorp. He had never heard of the company before the interview and he had to move to the Midwest to a small town. A recruiter had actually come to him! Crazy! For someone that had only a few years of barista experience under his belt after graduating, it was a dream come true. MorphCorp had an office that was indistinguishable from any other. It was bland and it paid well. It was perfect.
He had found kindred spirits in Douglas, who was a little bit older than himself. Douglas was nearing 30 and the two of them were just happy to be employed. The work was fairly dull accounting work with some data analysis but with room for advancement according to the recruiter, whose name he couldn't even remember anymore.
"Matt, I need you to do these spreadsheets again. You confused two different companies," Mr. Scott admonished. He had been working for MorphCorp. for less than half a year now.
"I'm...so sorry, Sir. I'm so sorry. Oh my gosh, I can't believe I did that."
"Well. These things can happen. Relabel them. You mixed up the data so just make sure it's accurate. I went through your recent work and the rest is solid."
"It won't happen again. I am, again, so sorry. I apologize."
Matt was falling over himself trying to make up for a small mistake. He was desperate to keep this job. It was after all his first real job, the first job that ever paid him close to a living wage. He could even afford his own apartment! It had all fallen into his lap. He didn't think it would ever happen to him. Finding a job in a professional setting had been nearly impossible for the first few years after he graduated.
One day, they were called into the manager's office. Mr. Scott was a no nonsense kind of guy. A sturdy, classic handsome dad type in his early 50s.
"Alright, let's see...I have a proposal for a new project for you two. You will get a bonus if you accept. The project is for a cigar company in Nicaragua that is looking to build a base of operations here in the US. We are handling the logistics. You'll meet with the American representative of the company later this week should you accept."
Doug and Matt looked at each other. Doug was smiling. Matt was more curious.
"I...don't really know anything about cigars," he admitted. "I don't smoke."
"Well, it's not a prerequisite, of course. But you should know that it will pay you triple what you make now for as long as you are working on this project."
They both raised their eyebrows to that.
"Will I have to actually smoke the cigars?" Matt enquired, hesitantly.
"You will. At least to break bread with the client. His name is Cachimbo. He'll be meeting you at the Rusty Nail tomorrow evening should you accept. And if it's your first time, don't worry. He indicated that he wanted at least one team member who had zero cigar experience. I already know Doug here likes to have a stick every now and then."
"Really. Why?" Matt was confused.
"Because he wants men just like yourself with no cigar experience and welcome them into the cigar world. He considers it a challenge. Triple pay. I need to know yes or now right now."
"Yes. I mean, sure. I just..."
"I'll teach him how to smoke one. Don't worry. You'll love it. You might get a little bit sick at first when you start out but it goes away quickly. Totally worth it once you get the hang of it. Cigars feel amazing. Way better than cigarettes," Doug gushed. He really wanted to help Matt out here. This could be a big break for both of them!
Matt shook his head and shook his manager's hand.
The following day was fairly routine. They received an itinerary for the next week. Mr. Cachimbo had arrived days earlier and was eager to meet them the next day. The Rusty Nail was an old saloon at the edge of town. A place for local men to unwind. Smoking was allowed, which is why Matt never went in. He was a California boy sensitive to his own health but this job did pay a lot...
Doug spent about 30 minutes talking about cigars. He talked about nicotine levels, different tastes, gauges and shapes. He even had printed out a guide on cigar shapes and types for Matt to learn.
A man's shadow crossed over them.
"From the look of those stogies, I'm guessing you're the boys from MorphCorp." The friendly man smiled. He looked European Hispanic, with the slightest bit of a Columbian accent. He was ridiculously handsome and introduced himself as Mr. Manuel Cachimbo, dressed in an expensive suit and carrying himself with absolute certainty and poise. Matt was instantly mesmerized. This guy was like a walking poster for masculinity. The man's muscles bulged underneath his tailor made suit. His sparkling eyes and insanely good looks made him stand out in a bar full of ordinary Midwesterners.
Matt listened carefully as Mr. Cachimbo explained he wanted to target men Matt's age who were new to cigars with an underground campaign to spread word about his company: Abuelo Fuerte. It translated as "Strong Grandfather". He would introduce his cigar brand across America from his new headquarters. Already, his sales agents and lawyers were handling the legal paperwork and ground work had already been established in Florida.
"I actually own a store in Florida but I wanted a base of operations here because I want to buy property in state. I'm interested in owning farmland." God, his voice was so casual and natural and sounded so good, Matt thought. Matt was mesmerized. He sounded so right about everything. He could listen to that voice all night, he thought. This guy seemed like he really knew was he was doing...
"Now, I brought with me some samples of our products. I want you both to try this blend. I'm very proud of it. It's called the "Abuelo Fuerte: Sudor de Caballero".
"Sounds fancy!" Doug chimed, handling the proffered cigar in his hand with gusto. Matt was less enthusiastic and lacked the confidence of the other two men. Doug clipped the tip with the cigar cutter that had appeared on the table and sucked for dear life on his stick, puffing almost right away. Doug released the smoke from his mouth with a near moan.
"It's been over six months since I had a cigar. But damn, that is smooth." Doug's eyes rolled back in his head.
"We know what we're doing. I know my business. I made some of the best cigars in the world. Matt, I want you to follow our lead. Just don't breathe the smoke in. Release it by puffing. Watch me and Doug and how we do it." Matt was mesmerized. He felt himself fascinated by the smoke. He inhaled it has it came out of the men's mouths.
"Smells...soooo good. Wow. Is this why rich guys smoke cigars?"
"Oh, you'll find out." Suddenly, Matt was learning to clip the tip and hold the cigar in his mouth. It felt so right. Nothing had ever felt more right than this moment. Smoke erupted from his mouth. He was...smoking! He had been shaking with nervousness. All the times his parents had told him to never go near tobacco, his friends who looked down on smoking all faded away. He wanted this, he realized. He had always wanted this. He had always wanted to be a cigar man, to smoke cigars with other men. It had been buried deep within him. The secret desire to look cool and feel smoke billowing from his mouth.
In and out. I'm smoking! Me! I'm really smoking! I'm smoking a cigar! He had never felt happier. The warmth spread throughout his body. God, this really DID feel amazing! Cigars made you feel great! No wonder so many real men smoked cigars. Real men smoked cigars. Mr. Cachimbo was telling him this repeatedly and it made sense. Everything Manuel said made sense. He was so smart.
"Let's take a photo of you guys. This is Matt's first cigar but not his last, am I right Matt?"
"Yeah," Matt said, barely able to control his voice. He was so happy he could cry. He was a cigar man now.
Mr. Cachimbo bought them many drinks and time seemed to slip. Not slip away. They could remember him saying things to them. It was all locked inside their minds. They had to remember because it was so important. It was important for everything to go as he had planned.
The next day at work, Doug and Matt had never felt better. Their attitude had shifted. They felt really really good.
"Those were some amazing cigars last night."
"I know. I keep thinking about them," Matt said. "It felt so right. I think I'm going to be a cigar smoker."
"Yeah? Fuck yeah, man!" Doug was so happy for Matt. Being a cigar smoking man was a dream come true, really. It made him feel so powerful being with Mr. Cachimbo the night before. He barely remembered going home at all. Did they spend all night with Manuel? When had he gone to sleep? Oh well. It didn't matter.
They got called into Mr. Scott's office. Things had changed in that it looked a lot nicer than it had before. Things weren't so drab and gray now. It looked like someone had redecorated. It felt like a welcoming place for respectable men.
"I have a few gifts for you two. Cigars from Mr. Cachimbo. We have a box for each of you and you can share of course. We have a box of Imperial Blend for you, Doug. Matt, for you we have some Regal cigars. Both of them of course mean kings. Mr. Cachimbo wanted me to relay how happy he was with your ideas for distribution last night.
"Oh yeah," Doug agreed. "We had a very beneficial discussion last night." We did? A voice deep inside him asked. I didn't even have time to form any kind of distribution plan. But I must have. I think I said some really smart stuff last night when time started slipping. It was a blur. Mr. Cachimbo could be the best thing that had ever happened to him. No. He looked at the box of Imperials. He was definitely the best thing that had ever happened to him. Doug was filled with confidence like he'd never been before.
Matt was grinning. He felt so free. This was the best he ever felt.
"You two have letters addressed to you. Open them at your cubicles. You will receive instructions for your duties today inside. You're dismissed."
"Thank you, Mr. Scott!" they both gushed. They couldn't contain their smiles as they headed back to their desks. Wow! Free cigars! Matt was giddy. He had never even wanted to smoke cigars before yesterday. No. Wait. That wasn't true. He wanted to as a boy. He idolized Arnold and Stallone. He loved the smell of cigars. That time he was on the beach and there was a man smoking a cigar. And the time in the park when he passed a man smoking. The smell had been intoxicating. He remembered every single instance where he had come across a man smoking cigars in public. He had been mesmerized every time. He had fantasized about smoking cigars from an early age. He had been guilted in his teens and throughout college by friends who really weren't very good friends. They couldn't have been good friends if they persuaded him not to smoke cigars.
Matt and Doug both set their cigar boxes (They looked so expensive!) on their respective desks and tore into the envelopes left for them. Inside was a memo that stated:
"Dear Matt/Doug,
Congratulations! Welcome to the Abuelo Fuerte family! I will be sending you assignments via email. There is a survey I want you to fill out. That is your first task. You will answer as honestly as you can.
I am sending you a pdf file for the spread of my company's influence. Your ideas have already been included in the document. I am most pleased by your ability to articulate exactly what your experience growing up in America was like in regards to the attitudes regarding cigars. We are going to be reshaping young college aged men who are ready for the cigar experience. Colleges will be a big part of our game plan. Thank you for your ideas regarding how to reach out to fraternities and organizations off campus that can draw in young men who are unsure about their life goals. We plan to pair our own company's goals with issues of male empowerment and the search for prestige and status. We are excited for the opportunity to welcome you on this project. Enjoy the cigars included today. Please take the time to enjoy one of each of these cigars and submit a review for each. Your manager is aware you will need time to go outside and smoke. This is perfectly fine as you will be on the clock. We will be looking at your writing skills to best determine how much cigar education you will require over the course of your time with Abuelo Fuerte.
Your reviews will be due by the end of your work shift. Feel free to look up cigar reviews and study them as well as the list of cigar vocabulary terms to memorize you will find in your email.
I look forward to speaking with you again.
Sr. Manuel Cachimbo, CEO of Abeulo Fuerte Cigars."
"Dude. How many days have we been smoking at work and getting paid for it?" Doug asked, suddenly.
"I don't know. This is the best job I ever had!" Matt gushed. His sudden newfound energy was inexhaustible. He had been plowing through his assignments. He had been so diligent on advertising, networking, pitch meetings, and he had been killing it with every assignment Mr. Cachimbo had sent them. His review writing skills for cigars was phenomenal now.
"Dude, I know. It feels like I can't remember what it's like to NOT have a cigar every day!"
"Fuck that! Cigars are life, brother! Cigars make me so happy. I can't believe I ever lived my life without them!"
They walked around the various nondescript buildings. A woman walked up and complained to them about the smell. They ignored her and kept walking, smiling to each other. When they encountered men in the parking lot, they struck up conversations with them about their work environment and offered to sell them some cigars at a very low price. Each and every single time, the man in question would stare blankly and then agree he'd like that. They would get business cards and information. It was almost too easy. Men loved to talk to them now. They were working for a cigar company. It was basically the coolest job in the world.
One strange thing was how little Doug and Matt were thinking about girls. They had both spend their whole lives trying to date the hottest women possible. They didn't have girlfriends at the moment but they had been so busy working, smoking cigars and time was just slipping. They couldn't describe it any other way.
Matt thought about high school and all the girls he had to date. Had to? Like it was a chore? All their perfume and dressed. I mean, it was nice for some guys. They were pretty. Nothing wrong with pretty women. They made him good meals sometimes and that was nice. But...it just was so...lacking. Sex was okay but wouldn't it be better with cigars? He kept thinking about it. Imagine getting a blow job while smoking a cigar!
"Are you two working out? Looks like you're gaining a few pounds of muscle there," Mr. Scott told them one day when they came in to talk cigars.
They received their weekly boxes of cigars with excitement. Each week was a different box. They smoked contentedly outside the building and hat home and between assignments, Matt and Doug both found themselves looking up exercise regimens. Doug bought some bodybuilding magazines. It was strange how he had never thought to actually really make a push to gain muscle before. What was he thinking? He was a man. A man should be muscular and pungent. A man should smell like a man, he thought proudly. It made him hard. Being a man with muscle getting attention in public. Imagine walking down the street smoking a cigar and every woman was looking at your muscles. Or men. It was good for men to look at you, too. Jealous of my muscles. Yeah. He drooled and got hard.
Matt and Doug talked about going to the gym but there was something they had to do first, they knew. They had to try...the blend. They had been waiting for it. The first cigar they tried with Mr. Cachimbo had been the best, they both knew. They had been smoking Cohibas and Macanudos, Padrons and Montecristos. Several a day. As natural as drinking water. Funny how Matt hadn't gotten sick at all like Doug said he might. No, if anything...cigars helped him feel much better all the time! But nothing compared with Mr. Cachimbo's special blend and they had been waiting for it. Finally, the day came when they received the boxes.
When Mr. Scott brought them in, they celebrated with some drinks. Mr. Scott was also helping himself to cigars given to him by Mr. Cachimbo. He was doing real well these days, he told them. Even thinking about taking a trip down to Columbia, he said.
Abuelo Fuerte: Sudor de Caballero
Even the words sang in their heads as they lit them, inhaling their incredible odor. The smoke filled Matt's nose and lungs. He had begun experimenting with inhaling the cigar smoke fully. It was such a rush! He felt like even more of a man knowing that many cigar smokers didn't inhale. Probably because he wasn't a pussy, he thought. He was a real man and now it was time for the world to see him walking down the street smoking cigars, showing off his big muscles to the world. He had to get big muscles, he thought.
Mr. Cachimbo and Matt walked down the street that night smoking the special blend together. Matt was dizzy with joy. He told Mr. Cachimbo over and over again he'd never been happier. Mr. Cachimbo smiled knowingly. He would chomp the cigar in his mouth or take it out and slowly exhale clouds of delicious woodsy spicy aroma: pepper and earth and cacao and the scent of his Montblanc cologne overpowered Matt's senses, sending him into overload. The taste of his tongue burned as Mr. Cachimbo slipped his own tongue into his mouth. To feel another man's tongue who had been smoking cigars! To taste his mouth! The smells of his sweat and his perfect voice whispering in his ear! The taste of days old stubble prickling Matt's tongue has he licked his perfect handsome cheeks. The stubble, all the grain sized hairs that prickled his tongue combined with the richest tobacco on the planet. Soon he was deeply kissing the taller man, who gripped him in an alleyway. They held their burning cigars in the dark shadows, kissing and smoking alternately, blowing smoke in each other's faces.
Matt's face became one of longing. He'd wanted this his whole life. And now he finally had it.
The Abuelo Fuerte was beyond good. It filled him with happiness and relief. Matt found himself with Doug at the Rusty Nail.
"You're my best friend, man. I'm so happy we're both smoking the same cigars, brother!" Matt gushed. What a time to be alive! It felt so freeing! "I've never felt so free!"
"Man, this is the life. Cigars and booze and uh...there's only one thing that would make this better."
"Oh fuck yeah. Fuck yeah." Matt moaned.
"Fuck yeah," Doug said back to him. "Fuck yes. I love you so fucking much."
"We're probably attracting attention."
"Let's get the fuck out of here. Now."
Time seemed like it was slipping.
"Just a little bit more. I don't care if people stare. Let them." Matt kissed the man he loved deeply. "We're fucking hot, dude."
"Why don't I take a photo of you two?"
The boys turned to their benefactor, the man who had introduced them to a whole new world of pleasure.
The posed for the camera. Muscular cigar smoking hunks who only barely resembled the two former straight men who had originally met him oh so many months ago.
"Say Churchill!"
"Churchill!"
"So Mr. Cachimbo, when are we gonna take a tour of America, huh?" Doug asked. "Go to all those college campuses full of hot studs just waiting to become cigar men, huh?"
"All in good time, men. All in good time."
"I'm more interested in visiting the factory down south of the border!"
"Again, one day you will. Soon. You boys have been doing better work for me than you know." The two hunks smiled at each other.
Can't wait to fit my big dick inside him, Matt thought. My man. He thought back to the days where he was pretending to be happy with women. Disgusting. They didn't like cigars or whiskey. Sex was a million times better with cigars and booze at the same time. Not to mention he was a lot bigger now. He had discovered the gym. How long had it been? It felt like he'd always been a muscular hunk.
Doug was never popular with the ladies. They had gravitated to Matt in college but he had been so shy and apologetic and fell over himself. It was a turn off. Now that they were both real men, it was different, though. Doug thought with disgust over the women he'd been with. Boobs? What was he even supposed to do with a woman's breasts? He needed firm pecs. Strong pecs. Big fuckin' strong pecs like Matt had! Fuck yeah! Big fucking muscles and big fuckin' cigars! That's what life was all about!
"I'm very happy with your progress, boys. Pretty soon, you'll be helping my business spread across the country. We're going to send you to a university two weeks from now."
The two smiled. This was going to be what they had waited for so long. Imagine all those hot jock boys strutting their stuff. Imagine all the would be jocks just waiting to be unleashed. They just needed someone to free them from their lives like Mr. Cachimbo had with theirs. Before daily cigars and becoming packed with muscles, what had their lives been? Almost nothing compared to what their lives were now. Now things were much, much better.
"So are we gonna show these boys how to be men, huh boss?" Matt asked, his voice now dripping with masculine energy, grace and confidence.
"Oh, yes. Yes, Matt. You're going to be changing lives everywhere you go," Mr. Cachimbo said, smiling. And then he lit up his own stogie. "Now," he puffed a giant cloud of heaven their way, "Let's go home and fuck."
"Yes, sir, boss!" they both chorused, smirking as they left for a nice of utter pleasure beyond anything they had ever known when they had been straight.
TO BE CONTINUED
I feel myself being folded in two, a cock pushes slowly at my hole, and then suddenly, all at once, is inside of me. It doesn't hurt, like I thought it would. Instead, I moan with pleasure.
Hands grabs me, a hand fondles my package, already much smaller and continuing to diminish. More will change in me before the end of the night.
There's a cock in my mouth, then another. I'm drenched in swear and cum, and piss I think. I do not know. I am lightheaded. I feel drunk and drugged. I giggle. I am drunk and drugged.
I notice that I do not have body hair anymore. I am smooth as a baby. I feel like I am watching someone else, as I am slowly being changed into the absolute faggot.
At some point someone puts a chastity cage over my newly tiny cock. I dont complain, dont stop it. I exist for the pleasure of others.
The night continues and I am lost in a sea of cocks and hands. At some point everyone at the party had a turn, and they start taking seconds, then thirds. My new mind start already to memorize the shape of their cocks, how they each like to be serviced.
Eventually one of my brother goes to sleep, and then another, and soon it's just me awake among a bunch of sleeping men. I feel calm. I feel horny. My hands slide on my new, smooth body, sticky from the night's adventure. I grasp my cage with one hand, and rub my new bubble ass with the other. Soon my fingers find my hole, permanently lubrified, always ready to be fucked.
I push them inside, rub my dick, moan as I try to cum from the action. No luck. I didnt expect much, but I had to try. It seems that everything they said was right. I can now only cum when I get the permission of a real man.
I let that thought swirls in my head a bit, trying to decipher what emotion it elicits in me. I'm not sure. It feels right tho.
I look at all my sleeping brother, wondering for a bit if I should find a place to lay down. But I'm not sleepy. I remember then that I'll never be sleepy again. One of the drug ensured that. From now on, they said, whenever I am not servicing one of my brother I am to clean the house and make myself useful.
I look at my sleeping brother, my eyes lingering on their cocks. My hole twitches, and I wish one of them was awake to fuck me again. But I shouldn't be selfish, this is not about me.
I step delicately around them, until I find my way to the basement, and start doing laundry. Once in a while, unable to stop myself, I bring my nose to one of the dirty underwear or sock that is laying there. It brings me calm, focus. I finally found my place.

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Quickie Mart
“Alright sir, your total will be $134.18 today. Cash or Card?”
“Neither. I usually don’t need to pay for things like this.”
I was befuddled by the forwardness, “I’m sorry sir, but you are going to have to pay for your groceries today. Cash, card, or please get out of my line.”
“I’m sure we could come to an… arrangement.” In the middle of the store he took off his thin tee shirt.
He flashed a charming smile as he flexed his muscles, his torso on full display.
“I’m sorry sir, this is very inappropriate. I am refusing service. Please exit the store.”
“What, no one’s looking besides you. It’s just you and me right now baby,” his voice had gone low, smooth as silk, “come on, can’t you cut me a deal?” He practically shoved his musky body in my face. I felt a bead of sweat roll down my forehead. “You do me a favor, I’ll do one for you.”
Something about this felt strange. My face was flush as my clothes began to feel tight against my body. My polo suddenly was too warm, too tight, too scratchy against my body. My pants felt close to bursting. Even though my dick was straining against their right enclosure, begging to be set free, I felt the weight in my pocket more. My wallet was pressed tight against my thigh, a thick square almost squeezing out of my pocket. Unconsciously I had been tracing the outline.He had noticed.
“That’s it babe, pull it out.”
He shifted positions, placing his hand firmly on the wall behind me and began teasing. Treating me to a blast of his damp pits.
“Make your daddy proud.”
He was treating me like a child, “Please sir I-I”
“No please and begging babe. Just hand it over to me.”
I couldn’t resist any longer, “Ye-yes Sir.”
I was already holding the wallet. I fiddled for a card-
“The whole thing.”
I handed him my wallet. He flashed a winning grin as he pulled out my driver’s license.
“Awww, such a good photo of you babe.” He flicked the plastic back at me. The photo looked… wrong somehow. Too energetic. Too bright. But it was hard to focus. Under the heat of his presence and the heavy musk I was almost panting. He pulled out a green credit card.
“What’s my pin?”
I almost cried, “7352.”
“Good boy,” he swiped the card and took a step back. As the weight of him shifted I felt more relaxed, but somehow far emptier. “Young guys like you can’t be trusted with money anyways.”
A shiver ran down my spine, as my body stretched and settled. Energy pulsed through me. I hadn’t felt this way in years. “Would…would you like a receipt Sir?”
“No receipt. Thanks for asking. You’re such a good boy,” the words burned in my ears. I was sure I looked like a wide eyed fool, but I was waiting, hoping he would say…
“Oh, you can cum for me now.” He said it.
I felt a wave crash over my body as he said it. I ripped out of my shirt as I grasped for my dick, too late to stop the thick damp spot from forming on the front of my khakis.
“Hopefully that body reminds you of your Master.”
“Yes sir… thank you sir…”
“I will be keeping this.” He slid his wallet into his pocket, “And I expect to be able to use this whenever I need to.”
“Yes sir…” I watched as his beautiful body disappeared under his shirt again. Mine lay in tatters on the ground around me.
“Goodbye babe.” And with his dazzling smile he left.
“Thank you for shopping with us…” I shouted after him, far too loud and quickly.
As I looked around me, I couldn’t help but feel a deep shame and deep lust for what had just happened. My mind, body, and soul had realigned in just a few short minutes. There was only one question to ask myself,
“Shit… what am I going to tell my wife?”
A quickie I wrote this morning, let me all know if you like it. Thank you all for the support, notes, comments, reblogs, likes, etc.
The App
"Dude, I'm screwed," Marcus groaned, tapping his head against the desk. "Coach is gonna bench me if I don't show I'm worth during next game, but I don't have time to train or do anything because of this shit ass exam. I fucking hate organic chemistry. I wish I had full sports scholarship so I wouldn't have to worry about this stuff"
Devin looked up from his desk. "You're being dramatic. You did well on all exams this semester. And you are a good player. You'll do well. I believe in you" he said trying to be a bit more supportive towards his friend.
"Yeah, but that's all thanks to you and your tutoring. Seriously, thanks dude. I don't know what would I do without you " Marcus said, grabbing his own bicep. "Look at this. I'm 6'2 and weigh, what, 175 soaking wet? I get bodied every time I drive the lane. I need to put on some weight."
"You could just… eat more?" Devin suggested ignorantly.
"Bro, I eat. It doesn't stick. If only it was that easy" Marcus sighed. "If I was like 185, maybe I could actually hold my own down low. Get some rebounds. Be a little more physical."
Devin pulled out his phone, half-listening. He'd downloaded some weird app his old roommate sent him. He was given a free trial to test it out. Supposedly you could type things and they'd happen. Probably bullshit, but whatever. He just wanted to test it and this seemed like a good time for it.
Marcus weighs 185 pounds.
Marcus was still talking, but something was different. Looking at him, his shoulders looked broader under his tank top. His arms, usually wiry, now had visible definition. Not huge, but… solid.
"-and then I could actually finish through contact, you know? Like if I was 195, man. That's the dream. Just ten more pounds of muscle and I'd be unstoppable on the field."
"Wait," Devin blinked. "You said you just wanted to be 185."
"185?" Marcus laughed. "Nah, I hit 185 few months ago, your math is wrong. Keep up, man." He stretched a bit , his shirt definitely a lot tigher than it used to be "Been stuck at 185 for months though. Plateau is real. But I don't think I could get that big and continue playing basketball. These babies would just be too big" he added flexing his biceps that was now definitely more noticable.
Devin looked down at his phone. Then back at Marcus. Then at the phone.
Marcus weighs 195 pounds.
"That's why I switched to football, honestly. Able to get a lot bigger"
Devin's head snapped up. "Football? But didn't you play basketball"
Marcus was bigger now. Noticeably bigger. His tank top was straining. His neck had thickened, his chest pushing the fabric outward. He cracked his neck and kept going like nothing had changed.
"Yeah, played. Past tense dude. Back in highschool. You are supposed to be the smart one here" he laughed, his voice deeper "But I could never get this big and stay at basketball" Marcus leaned forward, and Devin could see the way his pecs bunched together. The tank top seams were working overtime. "I've been playing football since freshman year of college. You literally came to the homecoming game. Sat in the front row."
Devin had no memory of this. But it felt real. It felt true. Shaking his head after acquiring a new memory, Devin focused on more pressing matters... "You want to get even bigger?" He asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"Bigger?" Marcus stood up and stretched. The tank top rode up, revealing a tight stomach with the outline of his abs. "I mean… yeah. Honestly? If I could hit 220, I'd be a monster on the field. Tight ends are getting bigger every year. The guys I'm blocking are like 240, 250. I feel small half the time."
"Small." Devin's voice was flat. "You feel small."
"Bro, you don't get it because you don't play." Marcus turned as he heard a small rip. Looking at his tank top, he paused, frowning. "Fuck. I could swear this fit better the other day. I keep outgrowing my clothes lately." He said like it's the most normal thing that kept happening to him. Still, he quickly went back to the original topic... "220 is the goal. But 230?" His eyes got a little dreamy. "At 230 I could play defensive end. Always wanted to rush the passer. Just destroy quarterbacks."
Devin was already typing. He noticed the pattern so he was already a step ahead of Marcus. There was no way anyone would be disatisfied with 250.
Marcus weighs 250 pounds.
And Devin marveled at the change. Marcus's shoulders flared outward, his lats pushing his arms away from his body as the tank top gave up completely. His quads thickened, forcing his stance a little wider as his sweatpants almost tore apart. His chest expended every time he inhaled, but it didn't seem to get smaller when he exhaled. No... Instead it kept on getting bigger. His massive pecs forming a shelf that casted a shadow ober his abs. His jaw looked sharper, more defined. Everything about him was just… more. Was he taller? Perhaps the app changed his size a bit to make room for more muscle...
"Yeah," Marcus said, his voice dropping just slightly, like it had gained some bass. "Honestly being 250 is great. Defensive end is where it's at. The quarterback never sees me coming. Last game I had three sacks. The Coach said some scouts are already asking about me. NFL here I come" He grinned, and even his smile looked more confident.
Devin meanwhile stared at the man in front of him...the broad chest, the thick arms, the way he seemed to fill the room just by standing in it. He'd started this conversation with a lanky basketball player. Now there was a defensive end standing in his dorm room, talking about the NFL like it was inevitable. He couldn't help himself as his thumb hovered over the screen. Marcus was already massive. A 250 pounds of muscle packed into a torn tank top, looking like he could bulldoze through a brick wall. That was enough... at least for now. But Devin's mind started to wonder. What else could this app do?
Marcus caught him staring. "What are you looking at, bro?" He said putting on a new shirt since the last tank top gave up, casually flexing his bicep as it grew to the size of a football. "You've been on your phone all night. Texting some girl?"
"Something like that," Devin muttered. Looking at this muscle hunk he had just created, Devin got a little greedy. Marcus was looking so good, he had to adda few more things-
Marcus has a massive bulge. He's extremely well endowed. He's not shy about it.
"You know what's funny," Marcus said, shifting his weight and spreading his legs a little wider as he sat down, not seemingly not wearing any shorts. He was done with studying for tonight. "Playing D-end, you get a lot of attention. Girls love the big guys." He gestured down at himself and smirked.
Devin's eyes involuntarily dropped. The underwear that Marcus was wearing were suddenly… full. Very full. There was a prominent, thick outline of his bulge running down his thigh that definitely hadn't been there a minute ago. Devin felt his face get hot.
"Dude, my eyes are up here," Marcus laughed, but he didn't sound offended. If anything, he sounded proud. He leaned back on his hands, which only made the situation more obvious. "Not my fault I got blessed, you know? Genetics, man. Some guys get this or that. But I got it all. Muscle, height, dick. What more could man ask for" The man simply smirked
"Right," Devin choked out. "Genetics."
"I mean, you've seen it in the showers. You know what I'm working with." Marcus said it so casually, like it was common knowledge, as he stood up, moving to the bed behind them and the poor chair made a sound in relief. And suddenly... There was another memory in Devin's head. His brain supplied the picture. He had seen it. Marcus was famous for it on the team. Guys joked that he had to tape it down before games. A third leg. That's what they called him.
"Anyway" Marcus continued, adjusting himself without a hint of shame, "Coach wants me to move to offensive line. Says at my size I could be a hell of a left tackle. Protect the quarterback's blind side." He cracked his knuckles. "But I don't know. D-end is more fun. You get to be aggressive."
Devin was only half-listening. His eyes kept drifting down to Marcus's lap, where the thick outline seemed to pulse slightly every time the big man shifted his weight. It was hypnotic. It was also giving Devin ideas.
Marcus is extremely horny all the time. He talks about it openly.
"-and the thing about offensive line is the stance," Marcus was saying, then paused. He let out a low groan and adjusted himself again, more forcefully this time. "Sorry bro. I've been so damn worked up lately. It's annoying."
"Yeah?" Devin's voice came out squeakier than he intended.
"Dude, it's constant. I wake up ready to go. Practice is brutal because I'm chafing in my cup half the time. Showers after? Forget about it. I have to wait till everyone leaves or I'll poke someone's eye out." He laughed, but there was smugness in his expression. "Coach says it's all the testosterone. Guy at my size, lifting as heavy as I do, eating as much as I do… it simply natural"
"So you just… walk around like that?" He said pointing at the hard on he was having at the moment.
"Pretty much." Marcus didn't look embarrassed. If anything, he looked proud of it, like it was just another muscle he'd built. "Girlfriends love it at first. Then they get tired. I had one tell me I was 'too much to handle.'" He made air quotes with his thick fingers, before starting to casually stroke himself. Loking back at Devin, as if he wasn't just pleasuring himself, Marcus smirked again "You've got that look on your face."
"What look?" Devin asked, quickly shaking his head as he looked up from Marcus obvious bulge that was being stroked by those rough and collosal hands. He could see the thick outline of his new dick and the raging libido that came with it. It was... Mesmerizing. But he couldn't just stare at it-!
"The one where you're thinking too hard about something." Marcus studied him with those dark eyes... had they always been that deep brown? "You always do that. It's kind of cute, actually."
"Cute?" Devin's voice cracked. Did his straight roommate call him cute? He could feel it... The blood flowing through him and making his face fed.
"Yeah. That's the word." Marcus said it with a shrug. "You get all flustered. Your ears turn red. It's endearing." He leaned forward, hands still in his underwear . "Any girl would be lucky to have you."
'I'm not into girls' Devin thought as he looked as his phone, already with an idea on how to solve this situation. His thumb hesitated over the screen. Then he typed.
Marcus is bisexual. He prefers men. Specifically, he is deeply attracted to Devin.
A strange look crossed Marcus's face. He blinked slowly, as if seeing something or someone for the very first time. His gaze traveled from Devin's face down and back up again. The casual energy in the room shifted, grew charged.
"You know what?" Marcus said, his voice dropping into a lower register, "Scratch that. Any girl is the wrong thing to say." He stopped stroking himself as he stood up from the bed, all 6'5" of him, packed with 250 pounds of muscle, and crossed the small distance between them. "What I meant to say is... I've been thinking about you differently lately, Devin."
"You have?" Devin's voice was barely a whisper as he couldn't believe what was happening. He saw what the app could do, but this... This was on another level... Was he being too greedy with these changes? It startered out of joke, then goodwill but at the end was only fuffling his fantasies...
"Mm." Marcus was very close now, his face inches away from Devin's "I have. You're always here for me. You're smart. You're funny. And honestly..." He reached out and gently took the phone from Devin's nervous fingers, setting it aside on the desk without even glancing at it. "I find you incredibly attractive. I was just afraid to say it before. But this feels like the right moment, doesn't it? It feels... right." His hand came up, warm and solid, to cup Devin's "Tell me if I'm reading this wrong. Tell me you don't feel it too, and I'll back off. We'll go back to just being friends. No weirdness."
Devin's mind was racing through everything that had changed in the last fifteen minutes. The size, the height, the whole impossible wave of transformations. But looking up into those dark... And huge pecs, he found it hard to care about consequences. "You're not reading it wrong," he said quietly.
"Great." Marcus smiled "Because I was hoping that's what this meant" he said jokingly pointing out small bulge in Devin's pants and the smaller boy immediately blushed even harder. Taking him to bed, Marcus simply smiled "Since you are on board... I've got some ideas about what we should do tonight. And none of them involve studying."
A buzzing sound came from the desk. Devin's phone, screen still glowing. A text from his old roommate: "Did you try the app yet? Hilarious right?? Fair warning though, changes are permanent. LOL". But Devin didn't see. He was otherwise occupied.
“This device will give you MY intellect in exchange for some of your, uh… qualities. And your exam will be a piece of cake!”
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Found love in a hopeless place.
"Does this look good?"
"No lol"
Even after accidentally stealing all the masculinity and good looks from the top jocks, he's still the Nate I fell in love with. The nerdy dude who thinks that a sweater sweatpants combo is appropriate date attire.
"How about now?"
"..."
"Let's skip the date. I'll be waiting in my room..... nerd."
I raced out that very second.
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I rushed back to the computer as I heard the notification. I had waited for a few days for the next stream, prepped with lotion and tissues.
"Yeah, you like it when I flex like this huh?"
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My parents built their empire through hard work, so they tried to push me to work hard myself. Problem is, why should I? We're rich? I can be jobless for 100 years and still fly private jets each day. I resisted in every turn, but they got me by the end.
They passed away, and the requirement for me to get my inheritance is to work and do it successfully. So I chose the most fun job I can think of, streaming.
I bought the most expensive rig money can buy and just started going at it. Problem is, I wasn't getting as much money as is required by the will, and the deadline was getting closer. So, I made a shortcut.
I knew that to succeed easily, I had to be either a hot girl or man. I wasn't about to get myself new tits, so I chose to be as masculine as science permits. With a promise of hefty investment, a startup designed a custom enhancement to do just that. One which arrived the same day it was packed in europe. One which has apparently been consumed by the maid/adopted son.
Luis was an orphan that my parents took in during one of their trips to the third world. He's not exactly treated as an equal, but what did he expect? He's not blood. He's lucky my parents set him some money aside for school and that he's still living in MY mansion. Now he dares to steal my stuff.
I can hear the grunts coming from the state-of-the-art gym I built for what should've been my new body.
"Luis! Who gave you permission to take my shit?! You're fucking out I tell you! Out! Get the fuck o-"
I turn the corner only to be face-to-tit with the new Luis. Right away, I can smell the wafting man musk of the alpha body, a trait the company promised would be extra potent. I have met kings, billionares, and even secret trillionares, but this is truly the first time I felt inferior. A booming voice orders:
"Lick."
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It wasn't hard to transfer my rights according to the will to him. He still had to work as was stipulated, but his streams got viral within seconds, so he got my his money pretty easily. He still streams for the fun of it, doing it from my old room while I pitifully watch from my new room, the tool shack right next to the pool.
"Another donation world record broke! You all know I don't need the money, yet you still send it to me. I don't care though, keep sending me more next time. Pitiful fucks."
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I nearly emptied my box of tissues just in a one hour stream. Pretty much everyone watching does that it has become an accepted term, "Luis Effect."
I had no time to recover as a text came, ordering me to go with him. Probably to parade me around in his company as the founders' son turned faggot. No matter though, orders are orders.
I entered my old favorite car only to be greeted by him, shirtless and sweaty. A typical sight of him after his streams. His smell easily enveloped the confines of the car.
"I bought the startup that made me the worlds' alpha. Now they say they have prepped a drug at least 100 times more potent. Ready to watch me ascend fag?"
I spurted without help, muffled by the sound of the supercar roaring. I have always been resentful inside, but now even my inner voice tells me it's fate. It is fate that my parents got rich, it is fate that I was born, it is fate for Luis to be adopted, it is fate that Luis becomes the alpha... all for him, the formerly scrawny hispanic, to take his true place.
The Transfer Auction 1 - Vince
Once every month, late on the first Sunday evening, an auction would be held. But this was no ordinary auction. It was held at a secret location that only few knew about. Those people were either those that were extremely wealthy or those who were brought to the auction to ‘compete’. It took place in a rather large showroom with a huge luxurious stage at front. There were multiple rows of chairs seated before the stage, many of which were already filled by those eager for the show to start. As this was the men’s auction, naturally the entire crowd was made of rich men. The kind of rich you’d be able to sense at a single glance. High end tailored suits, designer clothes, expensive watches. The type of men that could spend thousands and hardly bat an eye. And yet, because of its unique and fascinating nature, this auction had drawn them all here. Because at this auction they could buy something they wouldn’t be able to buy anywhere else. So naturally when the lights dimmed, the crowd erupted with applause while a man made his way to the left side of the stage where the podium sat.
“Good evening everyone! My name is Gavin Alexander and I’ll be your host for the night!” He announced via the microphone.
“I can’t help but notice just how many of you there are so I suppose it’s only appropriate for me to say that this is a private event. AKA don’t be telling any poor folk about where we’re situated.” He laughed, getting a chuckle out of the small crowd. “But seriously, don’t. If we have to deal with the public then that means less fun for all of us!” He added, to which the audience murmured in agreement. “However, with that out of the way, let’s get this show started!” The crowd applauded once more as the stage lit up with spotlights, preparing for what was to come.
Moments later a group of ten men came onto stage, all in nothing but tight speedo and a number so that nothing was left to the imagination. The men varied slightly in age with the youngest looking around 20 years old and the oldest seeming to be in his 40’s. They also varied in height, appearance and race but the one thing that remained consistent throughout all ten men was that they were in great shape. Some of them were huge bodybuilder size, some were super lean with defined abs while others sat somewhere in between. Regardless, they were hunks to say the least.
The host walked over towards the first man in line. “As some of you may already know, this first group of men are our professionals. This means they’ll have a few guidelines which they’ll share with you as we proceed. After this our second group of men will be our criminal group who’ve been ordered to take part in addition to their sentences. As such these men don’t have the luxury of setting guidelines and so everything is up for grabs with them.” He stated clearly with a wide smile before making his way across the stage to the first hunk in line. “Now, to our first professional of the night, Mr Chase Adams! What are your terms?” He asked
“Well I’m cool with transferring muscle, body fat, hair and all that stuff. Only things that are off the table for me I’d say are genitals and anything to do with my face.” Chase listed off and as soon as he did the bidding began at around 400 grand. Many of the spectators eager to win a chance to ‘transfer’ with the well proportioned, fair skinned hunk. But one man in the crowd wasn’t the least bit interested in Chase.
Vince Hamlin. He wore a casual grey suit that hugged his lean form and honestly made him seem a little underdressed when compared to some of the other men in the audience. He was easily identifiable by his bald head while also keeping a nicely trimmed beard that framed his handsome looks perfectly. Vince sighed as he waited for the bidding of Chase to come to a close. The quicker they got to the sixth man in line, the better. Number six was only one Vince really had his eye on.
For the next half an hour or so Vince sat either on his phone or using his bidding paddle as a fan while he waited. Watched as the host defended down the line of hunks. The one after Chase was an asian man who had the face of a super model with an incredible swimmer's body. After him was another white dude who was the smallest of the bunch and prided himself on being so thin and lean. Vince couldn’t help noticing how more of the overweight men in the crowd began bidding once the guy mentioned body fat transferral was on the table. At last however he found himself sitting up a little straighter when the host finally approached the sixth man in line.
“Next up is Mr Darius Crawford and by the looks of it he’s our biggest man here tonight! But before we start fighting over him, what are your terms Mr Crawford?” He asked the hunk.
Just as the host had said, Darius was easily the largest contestant out of the group. He was huge all over with massive imposing muscles along with rich ebony skin and dark hair, not to mention being incredibly tall. Some of the gay men in the crowd were practically drooling at his mere presence, Vince included though he tried to hide it. “For me, the things that are off limits are my genitals, my race and my age in either direction. Besides that everything else is up for grabs.” He spoke with a deep, masculine tone into the mic before giving a thumbs up to the audience.
“You heard him folks!” The host said as he turned towards the audience again. “Now how about we start the bidding at… let’s say Six Hundred Grand? That sound fair Darius?” He turned back towards the bodybuilder who gave a satisfactory nod. “Six Hundred Grand it is!”
Right away people in the crowd began raising their paddles. 650K, 700K, 800K, 950K! The number kept rising and it was no surprise considering Darius seemed to be the grand prize of tonight’s professional selection. Just as the numbers were reaching the mid one millions however, Vince raised his paddle and shouted “Four Million!” There were a few glances in his direction, people slightly surprised at the sudden jump in bid.
“Going once!” The host beamed in Damian’s direction. “Going Twice!” He added. “Any more bid’s!? This is your last chance! Goin-” before he could finish he was interrupted by another bidder.
“Five Million!” Shouted a 60-something year old man.
“Seven Million!” Another one screamed with his paddle in the air.
“Twelve Million!!!” One more chimed in.
These bidders were persistent. More so than Vince had expected. Then again most of them are middle aged dudes with far too much money on their hands so he should’ve anticipated this. What he’d thought might’ve scared the other bidders off had only made them more desperate as the numbers only went into higher and higher millions. And so with a big sigh he threw his paddle up again and shouted “TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY MILLION!!!”
The host and the audience were stunned. “T-two hundred and fifty… million? I don’t think we’ve ever had a bid that high on one person before.” The host muttered before quickly trying to regain his composure. “Going once!” He began. “Going Twice! Any last competitor’s?!” There was a brief moment of silence and… nothing. “Sold! To the handsome gentleman in the grey suit!” He announced proudly with wonder in his voice.
Damian practically fell back into his seat, grateful that he didn’t have to increase his bid any higher. “Fuck this had better be worth it…” he grumbled to himself before resigning to sit through the remaining men on stage.
After that the bidding returned to normal. The host continued down the line of remaining hunks on the stage as each of them sold for a decent price around a million or so but none bothered to bid much higher. After all, everyone could tell Darius was the biggest prise to be won, literally, and Damian had already secured that bag. And so it wasn’t long before the tenth and final man in line was sold meaning the show could continue on to its next phase.
“Alright everyone! That’s all of our professionals tonight!” The host announced. “They’ll all be ready and waiting for those of you that one the bids but before that we have our second wave of men!” With that the professional made their way off stage to make room for the next group. Moments later ten more men were escorted on stage by the security. Like the professionals they were clad in nothing but speedos however, unlike the professionals, not all of them had huge sculpted physiques to show off. Two of them had decently impressive bodies but the rest varied. Some of them just looked average while a couple were slightly overweight. One of them was just a straight up bear with how huge and hairy he was. “Here we have tonight’s criminal selection! As previously mentioned these are men who’ve been ordered to be here by the court as part of their sentences which means anything is up for grabs!” It wasn’t surprising to Vince that this group had to be practically dragged on stage. There was no way in hell they wanted to be here but then again it was their own faults…
The bidding began with the host introducing the first criminal in line but Vince wasn’t the least bit interested. He’d already gotten what he came for so he pretty much just zoned out for the rest of the bidding. Most of the criminals had much lower starting bids than the professionals due to them not being in quite as peak physical condition. The two fittest men out of the group certainly had the highest bids to begin with them both starting at 100K. The bearish man however, though his starting bid was relatively low at around 40K, the audience got surprisingly competitive. In the end he was sold for a whopping Eight Million. Vince supposed some people in the crowd were quite eager to look a little more butch…
Eventually the tenth man of the criminal group was sold, much to Vince and every other winner’s delight. “And with that, the bidding part of tonight’s event comes to close!” The host stated. “Those of you who won the bids, please allow members of our staff to escort you to where you need to be. Everyone else feel free to help yourselves to the buffet. There’s plenty of food and drinks that are all on the house as a thank you from us for attending tonight!”
Vince got up from his chair and made his way over towards a group of staff with the other winners. The staff checked the numbers and each winner’s paddle to make sure everything was in order. Once that was taken care of they were led through a pair of double doors and down a long corridor with ten rooms on each side. Rooms 1A and 1B came first, on the left and right of the corridor respectively. The winner of the first professional bid was taken into 1A while the winner of the first criminal bid was taken into 1B. This pattern continued down the hallway with winners being taken into rooms that corresponded with whichever bid they’d won until they finally reached rooms 6A and 6B.
“Right this way sir.” One of the staff kindly ushered Vince towards 6A while the remaining winners continued down the hallway. Once inside he was shocked by the large futuristic looking machine that took up most of the room. It was a massive device that was connected to two chairs, both of which seemed to have some kind of helmet above them that was directly wired to the machine. He’d never seen anything quite like it… and they had at least twenty of these things?? It was only then that he finally noticed Darius, the gigantic hunk he’d won in the bid. He’d been sat patiently waiting since the professional bid ended and was eager to get up and greet Vince.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr…?” Darius began, holding out a large hand.
“Mr Hamlin. But you can just call me Vince.” The rich man responded before shaking Darius’s hand. “So I assume you’ve done this before?”
“Once yeah. A couple years ago.” Darius confirmed. “It didn’t hurt or anything. You just feel a bit weird for a while after as you try to adjust.” He explained rather nonchalantly. “And thank you by the way. I never imagined someone would bid that much for me. I know the organisers take 40% but that’s still one hundred and fifty million my way… I can’t thank you enough.”
Vince smirked as his eyes scanned over the hulking man’s form once again. “Your body is all the thanks I need.” He then turned his attention to the staff in the room with them. “So what’s next?” He asked. The staff explained that all they needed to do now was agree on what was being transferred. After that they just needed to get seated and the machine would do the rest.
“So what’s it gonna be?” The hunk prompted, taking a couple steps back to allow Vince a chance to take in everything that was up for offer.
“Your muscle. I want as much of it as you can give.” Vince didn’t hesitate for a second. He knew exactly what he wanted and who could blame him. Darius was a monster with how massive he was. “It’s always been a dream of mine to be huge like you. I’ve worked out a lot over the years but I’ve always struggled to put on any decent size. But now… suddenly it’s all possible.” Vince had to try and stop himself from salivating over the pure adonis before him. If he hadn’t been imagining having all that muscle for himself, he’d have been picturing himself fucking Darius’s huge muscle ass instead. If he didn’t have so much restraint he’d certainly have a boner right now.
Darius didn’t mind the lustful stares the other man was giving him. He wasn’t gay but, with how much this guy was paying him, he couldn’t really complain. “Yeah I figured you’d say that. I am pretty huge huh?” He gave one of arms a quick flex. “Was there anything else you had in mind?”
Vince thought about it for a second as he looked up at the giant before him. That’s when it hit. “How about some of your height as well? I’m 5’10 but I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to be over 6 foot and you look like you’ve got plenty to spare.”
He wasn’t wrong. Last he’d checked Darius was about 6’5 and was usually one of, if not, *the* tallest man in a room. “Depends. How much you thinkin’?”
“How does 5 inches sound?”
Darius went back and forth in his head for a moment. 5 inches wasn’t too much right? He’d still be about 6 foot afterwards… “Alright, fine. 5 inches. But no more!” Darius put his foot down on that. He might’ve been getting paid a lot but he wasn’t about to drop down to 5’11 or below. He was a tall fucker and he wanted it to stay that way. Thankfully Vince seemed more than satisfied with that.
Just then some of the staff chimed in. “Alright so we’ve got 5 inches of height and as much muscle as can be safely transferred. Is there anything else you want to request, Mr Hamlin?” Some of them were already inputting settings into the machine regarding his previous requests.
Vince thought for a second. Tall and muscular, what more could he want? He was about to say that was all until his eyes nestled onto Darius’s bulge. “Well… I know on stage you said it was off limits but I was wondering…”
“Nope. Not happening.” Darius didn’t even need to hear the rest to know exactly what Vince was about to ask. “Sorry man. My girl doesn’t care how huge and buff I am but she loves my big dick. Can’t help you I’m afraid.”
For a moment Vince thought of offering Darius a little extra money in exchange but he could tell just by the look on the hunks face that it wasn’t going to happen. Or at least Darius wasn’t going to agree with it anyway. Luckily for Vince he had a backup plan… “Oh alright. Just muscle and height it is.” He waved his hands about a little before turning to the staff. “I suppose we’re ready now.”
Once all was decided both Darius and Vince were made to sign a few documents confirming that they both consented to the transfer and that Vince would pay his fee afterwards or would be reprimanded accordingly. And once that was taken care of, they were taken back over to the machine…
As the pair of them were getting strapped into the chairs however, Vince whispered to the man that was doing his chair. “Hey. I’ve got a deal for ya.” As quickly and quietly as possible, Vince proposed that he would give the man and his co-workers in the room a hefty amount of money if they agreed to transfer some of Darius dick size to him. The man gave him an awkward look for a second, his moral compass clearly being challenged, but soon enough he agreed.
Before long both Vince and Darius had the helmets placed on their heads, ready for the transfer. It took quite a while for the machine to actually boot up. Vince could only assume this was due to the staff members negotiating the deal he’d offered. He could only hope they’d make the right decision. Eventually there was a loud engine-like sound as the machine roared to life. For a moment Vince didn’t feel anything besides the buzzing of the huge device behind him so he was taken by surprise when a bolt of energy from the helmet came surging through his body. It was an almost indescribable feeling, as though he was being filled with electricity but instead of being frying him to a crisp it was energising him instead! It felt… exhilarating! So much so that he didn’t even realise the transfer was already taking place.
Slowly but surely Darius’s muscle mass began to decrease. His arms getting smaller, his huge chest deflating, his legs shrinking. With every second that passed he lost more and more size. All of that muscle he’d worked tirelessly to gain swiftly vanished along with all the strength that came along with it. All of it being converted into pure energy that was processed by the machine. Before long Darius was a far cry of his former self, looking thin lanky rather than imposing.
Of course all that energy had to go somewhere and that place was Vince. As soon as the machine had finished absorbing Darius’s muscle, it began pumping all of that energy into Vince’s body. He felt it immediately. A burgeoning power growing inside him. Gradually his body started to inflate with new muscle. His biceps and triceps expanding with newfound size as his back and chest started to broaden. Even his thighs and calves began to thicken significantly by the second. Before long ripping sounds could be heard coming from Vince’s suit.
His jacket was the first to give in as the sleeves started to tear under the pressure of his growing shoulders and biceps. The sound alone was music to his ears. Vince couldn’t actually see what was going on due to the helmet but the tearing of his clothes was a good indicator of how big he was getting! His upper body continued to broaden and expand, causing his jacket to pretty much explode apart at this point, revealing the already ripping shirt underneath which no doubt wouldn’t last long. But before it had the chance, his quads had the honour of bursting through his suit pants in all their glory, their sheer mass not wanting to be contained any longer. And not a moment later the top button on his pants came flying off as well as his hips and waist grew thicker. But not as thick as his ass. Vince’s once average butt ballooned to a colossal size, practically elevating him in his chair with its mass and giving him a nice round bubble butt just like Darius once had. Soon after he couldn’t help but let out a grunt as his chest heaved forwards, two massive pecs forming at last and being the final straw that caused his shirt to tear apart at last.
But of course just because Vince’s clothes were in tatters didn’t mean the growth was about to stop there. His body kept expanding, growing even larger with muscle. His thighs had grown so thick that it was impossible for them to not rub against one another. And that’s not to mention how ridiculously swole his upper body now looked. By the time the machine had finally run out of energy to pump into Vince’s body, his muscles looked engorged with unbelievable size and strength. No wonder since it was cramming all the muscle of a 6’5 man into 5’10 body. He was so swole now he’d hardly be able to move properly. But of course that had been accounted for and was about to change with the next transfer.
The machine returned its attention to Darius once again, sucking even more energy out of him. Only this time instead of taking his muscle, it was slowly shrinking his body in another way. His limbs and torso all diminished until his height had reduced its way down to 6 foot exactly. On the plus side for Darius, his body didn’t look quite lanky now as it had moments ago.
Of course once this was done the energy was once again redirected towards Vince. He felt the energy filling him once again, only this time it felt a little different. Instead of expanding, he felt himself stretching out instead! His arms and legs all grew longer as his height increased, finally coming to a haunt once Vince reached an impressive 6’3. Simultaneously the muscle he’d gained moments prior was now able to spread itself out a little bit better across his larger frame.
Now was the moment of truth. Had that bribe been enough to get Vince the last thing he wanted? There was silence for a moment as if the staff were still debating amongst themselves on what to do. For a second Vince was worried his little plan had failed. That is until the machine roared to life one more time…
“Hey uhhh… sorry you two but we just need to make sure there’s no ummm… imbalance between you two before we shut this thing down.” Said a voice over the speaker.
Darius was of course none the wiser but Vince knew exactly what that meant. Slowly and carefully so that he wouldn’t notice, the machine started sucking more energy out of Darius. Unbeknownst to the professional, his penis was gradually getting smaller until it had lost about 3 inches of its size. When the machine turned on Vince however, it made the transfer nice and fast. Within second he felt his cock inflate, going from an average 5 inch cock to an impressive 8 incher with some added girth to top it off. The rich, conniving man couldn’t help but grin maliciously.
A few minutes later the transfer machine was powered down properly before the staff returned to remove the helmets. As soon as they did, Vince looked down at himself in wonder. His body. It was everything he’d ever dreamed. Gigantic in every sense of the word with bulging muscle all over! He then glanced over at Darius who looked tiny in comparison. The intimidating bodybuilder he once was now replaced by an average skinny looking dude.
As soon as his restraints were removed, Vince tore away the remaining shreds of clothes leaving him in nothing but his dress shoes, socks and underwear. The latter of which was struggling against all hell to contain his cock and ass right now. But he wasn’t concerned about that right now. All he cared about was how fucking massive he was!
The very first thing Vince did was lift his hands up to grope his pecs, squeezing the muscle with pure wonder. They felt so soft yet when he tensed his pecs they became firm and hard. After that he bent forwards slightly and flexed both his arms together, feeling as they bulged with strength. His biceps looked like mountains on his arms as they peaked with insane size that not many would be able to match. And his lats… they were enormous! Even pushing his huge arms permanently out to the sides, giving him more of a natural alpha stance. It was incredible. He *felt* incredible!
Before Vince could continue exploring his god-like build however, one of the staff members stepped up carrying a pair of large black boxer briefs, some white joggers and a huge black t-shirt. “We figured you might want a change of clothes before you leave Mr Hamlin. We always have backups.”
The rich Adonis smirked before taking the clothes. “Thanks. I had such a one track mind towards getting this muscle that I hadn’t even considered my clothes.” He glanced down at the remains of his suit strewn across the floor. “Sorry about that by the way.”
“It’s no problem at all sir. We’ve found most people actually prefer keeping their clothes on during a muscle transfer so they can rip out of them anyway. We assumed that’s why you didn’t undress.”
Without another word, Vince pulled down his insanely tight underwear from before and kicked them onto the floor. The staff turned away but not before getting a glance at Vince's huge cock swinging free. It seemed that despite his self control, he was still rocking a semi. Of course the new hunk couldn’t help smirking at this, knowing full well his cock already looked bigger semi-erect right now than it did fully hard before. He didn’t dwell on it too much though. After all, Darius was still in the room. Instead he just pulled up the briefs and joggers he’d been offered, loving how despite their huge size, they still fit him perfectly. He did however decide to keep the t-shirt off for now. He wanted to savour this a little longer…
Meanwhile, as Vince marched over towards a mirror to admire himself further, Darius stood looking down at his thin lanky body. He hadn’t been this skinny since he was a teenager. The last time he did a muscle transfer, the other guy already had a decent but of muscle himself so the transfer wasn’t too crazy. But now? Lord knows how long it was gonna take him to put all that size back on. “Well… back to square one I guess.” He huffed, looking over at the rich white dude across the room who was now enjoying all his hard work. He couldn’t be mad. After all, he was getting an insane amount of money for this. But still. It just felt weird seeing himself like this.
The now miniature sized bodybuilder made his way over towards Vince who had now begun poses and flexing in the mirror, enamoured by his new reflection. Even watching as he pulled down the joggers for a second to get a look at how juicy his new muscle ass was and judging by Vince's reaction, he wasn’t disappointed. “Hey man. Lookin pretty swole! You’re happy with the transfer I take it?” Darius questioned, keeping a positive attitude.
Vince turned to face Darius with a cocky smirk. “Oh you have no idea. It feels even better than I could’ve imagined. Happy would be an understatement.” He confirmed, flexing again. He also couldn’t help but relish in the fact that he was now the one looking down at Darius thanks to the height transfer. “Thank you Darius. I promise you I’ll take good care of all this.” He vowed before extending a hand out.
“You better. I certainly didn’t sculpt all that muscle so a rich white guy could waste it away.” Darius half-joked as he clasped the other man’s hand and shook it firmly.
As they shook Vince couldn’t help but grin inwardly. Darius still hadn’t noticed the extra dick transfer he got the staff the throw in. Not that it mattered if he did because soon enough he’d get the staff to erase the info on the dick transfer from any of the transfer machine’s data logs. By the time Darius realises what’s happened, he’ll have no way to prove it as all the staff in the room will be sworn to secrecy with Vince’s money. It was slightly evil, he knew that. But how could Vince pass up the chance to fuck and dominate dudes not only with all this muscle but with an even longer and fatter cock too! Besides he needs bigger equipment to match his bigger body right!?
The staff then took some time to go over a few details with the men. Listing possible side effects and what to maybe expect post transfer such as headaches and mild nausea for the first 24 hours while their bodies adjust. Vince was hardly listening though, only focusing on how fucking jacked he was now. Once they were done with the formalities however, they said the pair of them were free to either leave or join the rest of the attendees at the buffet.
At last Vince slipped on his t-shirt, adoring how it clung desperately to his giant pecs while the sleeves struggled to hold his biceps. With that he made his way out to the buffet where some of the other winners were already being admired after their own transfers. There were a few others who’d buffed up considerably as well as a few that seemed to have gotten younger with an age transfer no doubt. He even saw the guy who’d bidded on the bearish criminal and sure enough he was covered in thick manly body hair now as he was proudly displaying through his slightly unbuttoned shirt. Not to mention the huge bushy beard he now adorned.
The moment someone noticed Vince however, everyone stopped and looked. His transformation was the most insane of them all and it was no surprise considering who he’d won on the bid. Within moments the attendees and other winners alike came over to ask him how it felt and what it was like. All of them seemingly blown away by his transferral. Of course Vince revelled in the attention and it was now easier than ever to pick out the other gay men from the crowd by the way some of them looked at him.
The rest of his evening was spent being admired and complimented on his new body. It gave Vince a sense of confidence and cockiness he’d never experienced before but he couldn’t deny how much he loved it. He was frequently asked to flex his biceps by the increasingly drunk attendee’s and some people had even asked him to pick them up off the ground to which he did with ease. He even learnt how to bounce his pecs to his and everyone else’s delight. One very drunk dude even made a comment about how he wanted to shove his face between Vince’s juicy pecs. A wish that Vince was happy to grant as he pulled the guy in for a hug and made sure to squish the dude's face between the two slabs of meat on his chest. After which Vince even gave the guy his number so they could maybe meet up another time when he wasn’t so drunk.
Eventually the night came to an end and everyone piled out of the event, eager to get home. On his drive home, Vince couldn’t help thinking about everything he was going to do now. Besides checking himself out every morning he was going to love the attention he was gonna get every time he walked into a room from now on. He was also going to have a ton of fun buying new clothes to fit his gigantic physique. Not to mention how empowering it was going to feel to be the biggest guy at the gym from now on as he works to maintain all this. And most of all he couldn’t wait to get some hot guys to worship all his muscle before he fucks their brains out. He already knew he’d be pounding the guy he gave his number to in the near future. Maybe he could get ahold of the dude that took the bear criminal’s hairiness as well. The dude had definitely been making eyes at him. He was already pretty good looking before but now with all that body hair he looked gorgeous. Vince couldn’t help Imagining how good those bearded lips would feel around his fat cock…
Regardless Vince knew that he was gonna have the time of his life being the muscle beast from now. He reached down and groped his now fully hard cock through his joggers, smiling as he felt a full 8 inches of thick man meat down there. Oh yeah he had A LOT of self worshiping to do when he got home.
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Being the introvert
My name is will and I’m a pretty free spirit guy who likes to have fun and make new friends, but there’s one particular guy who catches my attention the most at gym.
There was this guy named Tacitus who was tall, good looking and had a brilliant athlete physique, he tended to the gym daily lifting weights and high intensity cardio. He was a brilliant sight to behold and he stood out among people like gods among men, almost unreal. I found him pretty attractive so I attempted to find an opportunity to connect with him.
Every attempt to connect to him was like trying to find a needle in the hay stack, if you pick it up, you were risk also getting punctured by it. I tried connecting with him the way that most people do, such as waving at him when we locked eyes, when we went to shower I gave him a dab and said good workout and when he lifted weights I would ask him if he needed a spot thinking he might be more open if he believed I showed a bit of friendly concern for him.
Despite little results he seemed to be the strong silent type who was distant.
Eventually I came to the conclusion that he didn’t really think I was worth his time and this brought me a sense of animosity and envy.
So one day, I decided if I can’t connect with him, I’ll be him instead and possibly get to see the world in his perspective while I have fun with his body.
Now I have a special ability that allows me to shift my body into a spirit like form which allows me to enter the person to possess them, usually I use this ability for fun shenanigans, but for once I’ll use it as a social experiment, particularly being a hot introvert.
I waited till he finished his routine workouts which usually were in the morning and waiting till he was worn out which is when he would go in the sauna. When Tacitus was so distracted by his EarPods while laying down with eyes close, I saw my opportunity to take his hard working body by becoming a astral form and flew directly into his mouth at the moment he breath in.
For a moment he tried to resist despite being exhausted but I held the upper hand. After completely entering the body, I was in his stomach where I caused the already weakened body to contort causing muscle spasms as I situated causing feeling ecstasy as my possession cause my victims.
Once I locked in, I put my astral form into each limb as my cock went into his like a reverse fuck, which caused a erection in this body which may have been my excitement from being inside of him and position my head into his which caused him to black out and for me to take the wheel.
As soon as I came to, I immediately started feeling these muscles and removed his towel he had on to see his cock in full girth and his balls like the size of grapefruits. I then smelled his hairy pits which were sweaty and like the rest of his body was enough to set me on edge.
I then left the sauna to go and shower which allowed me to feel the sensation of warm water hit this sexy body as it with through the hair and ran down its skin.
Afterwards, I got his towel and dried off from head to toe and found his gym bag which I used to get his clean clothes to put on and his sweaty clothes to put in there place. When done, I went to the mirror to see this body from its own perspective which is when I felt a sudden shift in his thinking.
When I looked in the mirror, i started hearing his thoughts and could literally feel his mood shift in his body. I began to think to myself,
“How could someone with such a perfect body and appearance have such negative feelings.”
“The Day as Tacitus”
Afterwards, I left the gym and went about his daily routine which wasn’t hard to remember since I have access to his memories. When work was completed, I went to his home and showered before i went to bed. When I layed down, I found it hard to sleep, originally it was make mind playing today’s events over like a tap recorder and than a need for sexual release which is when I received a hard on. I attempted to go to sleep again, but the need for release kept me wide awake.
“Oh, well this is what the body wanted, I said as I proceeded to get his lotion set by him for this purpose and stroked Tac massive cock until load after load of cum came out like a faucet that wouldn’t stop dripping until it burst.
Afterwards I thought to myself,
“Damn, Tacitus body had a higher sex drive than most people and here I thought he was good at suppressing his sex drive. “Guess you only know a guy unless your deep inside of him.”
It was knee numbing when I orgasm in his body, I felt like I reach the next step of human evolution.
Damn he even organizes not only his sexy body but his sexual needs, that’s hot.
The morning came, Following his routine, I went to the gym, of course it wasn’t hard since his workout was muscle memory.
As I trained, I noticed how his mind also was very good at cognitive tunneling, so when he workout, that’s literally all he was lock into.
“I guess this is why he is not too socialable while training, his mind is lock in”, I’m lucky not to be a target in his shooting site”, I said.
After intense training, I went to the sauna to relax this body while laying down and when done I washed up and got dressed.
The night out as Tacitus
Today there wasn’t anything planned, so I decided to do what I wanted in his body which was to go out.
Tacitus is usually such an organized guy, but tonight he is gonna get down and chaotic with me to go to a gay bar, to see what I could pull off as him, seeing that a face as attractive as Tac should be shared with the world instead of behind door to a lonely mirror.
So I freshened up and changed to go to the bar to have a little fun.
When I arrived to the bar, I was amazed with all the attention I received and even heard other guys present talk about Tac about my looks. I proceeded to go to the bar table and asked for a drink and to my surprise, it was on the house. When I looked, I saw this hot guy who was sitting across from me who later came to sit next to me.
He said,
“So having a good time tonight”
Before I could speak, I begin to hear Tacitus thoughts speak, which almost hindered my actions saying things about how the guy next to me is attractive but filled with quiet anxiety, it almost couldn’t move. On the outside, I appeared composed and controlled but on the inside, it was like my world was on the verge of calamity with every thought that raced in my mind.
“My night is good”, I responded.
“Just one of those nights”
“What about you”
The man responded,
“Oh you, just completed a hard day at work.”
“Ohhh, and what type of work you do”, I said as to remove some of the spotlight off myself.
“Well I do work as one of the lead bosses of a construction company. I aid in planning and executing the construction of roads in most of Texas region, you know how the streets and roads are in need of repairs.”
“What about you, what your type of expertise, handsome” says the man.
“Oh, I’m just a police officer”, I said, “My job is basically to make sure people are safe and following the rules, that stuff.”
Oh, so I see why you have all those muscles, you must rarely have any trouble, says the man. Oh, how rude of me, my name is Simon by the way.
“My name is Tacitus, I said.
We had a conversation for well over a hour, as I talked, the mind thoughts of Tacitus relaxed if not became more vulnerable to Simon. Before I knew it, I was asking him to come over to Tacitus’s house to go further.
Once we got there, we couldn’t help but unleash the urge and passion that has build up all night. From drinking and talking came vulnerability and before I knew it, we were half dressed and making out.
Throughout the sex intimacy, I begin to take the lead in the sex encounter which I usually don’t do first when I possess other guys, I play the bottom role, the this introvert isn’t what he appears to be, nonetheless it never hurts to let your inner introvert out sometimes, ahaha.
Suddenly I began to lift Simon up and we continued to make out on our way to Tacitus’s room to start round 2.
Carrying him to the bed, I begin helping him take off his clothes both of us driving by the urge to fulfill our lust desperately. When all the clothes were removed, both of us were naked, able to fill each more than words can describe. I then turn him on his abdomen, pressing his ass cheeks with my hands to separate them as I feeling more daring and also guided Tacitus lust and passion begin eating this stud ass. Simon not being able to contain himself began to moan with pleasure.
After a while I stop and begin to put my hard cock into Simon’s glory hole and pressed my hands against his to the bed, bringing my head closer to his as if to desperately become one being.
I begin butt fucking the hell out of Simon as I thrusted in and out, increasing the pace until I reached the right rhythm. As I did this he proceeded to moan and cry as the pleasure was so much for him. Minutes passed and we both were reaching climax and couldn’t contain it which was when both of our muscle started tensing and our cocks ready the release as we proceeding bursting our loads at the same time as Simon became a cream filling for mine and his went all over the mattress, shooting out like a wild faucet going on and off as the edge diminished.
As the climax calm and clarity slowly returned, I thought to myself.
“I have to say I may have underestimated this shy boy, he’s more capable then he appears on the outside.
It’s funny that the only way to truly understand the introvert perspective and personality is to literally get inside of his body and its good that I have this ability, but I haven’t scratched the surface yet, I may be in him for a while, ahaha.

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Fair and Square: Swap Shark Tale.
"Dude. Stop asking. I won it fair and square. Go find another body to win. You shouldn't have offered your own body as collateral."
He walked away but then came back, "I really need it back, okay? And please stop doing only fans, and posting my dick online. It's not fair." He begged.
"Well, it's not your dick anymore, is it? It's mine." I groped my package in front of him. "All mine... I'm the new Oliver" the package straining against the cage of my blue jeans.
I never saw him again. I got a boyfriend a few weeks later after countless hooking up.
My boyfriend Aiden went missing for a couple days, and came back different. He kissed me. I didn't refuse as I was horny. I thrusted into him. He started to thrust his own heavy dick inside me. He kissed me during, and whispered, "I want my body back for your boyfriend's body in return.
I was rapidly moaning, 'Fuck. Fucking finish!" I felt his load fill up the bubble butt he so desperately wanted back.
We discussed everything in the shower, "Where's my real boyfriend?"
"Does it matter? Neither of us will downgrade. He's in the body a weak 23 year old twink. I won it after gambling for it. And managed to win again after challenging your lover here. His ego couldn't not be his downfall. Now, here I am. A body I don't mind inhabiting."
"I..." I froze.
He looked down at his former dick. 'I'd prefer to not pound to my own former assets everyday. Switch with me. And I will show you what that body can really do. I see you jacking off to your- my former reflection in the mirror. You'd love to get fucked by it."
"Okay. But I'm in charge." We went and got switched.
It was only 3 days inside my boyfriend's body before a man came knocking, a twink man with a charming face. He demanded that this body be returned. The rental company of body swapping known as Swap Shark, handed me a bill and placed my soul into that twink. And he left.
I became furious. I demanded the body back, "My boyfriend rented his body to you? How? why?"
He laughed, "He unknowingly signed a contract with Swap Shark for his body to be used by others for a period of 5 years for a lump sum of only 50k. He's trapped in the passenger seat while others drive him. Sorry for the deception."
"That's not right. This is criminal. I need to call someone." I yelled. Oliver in the original flesh, "I don't think so, I was given a great deal for tricking him. My body back for your boyfriend's body now being a money maker. Plus you get to be my beautiful submissive twink."
My new body felt less powerful. I was pretty. But no power in my muscles. "What are you going to do to me?" I gulped with shallow breaths.
"Get on the bed. The body you're using was already cleaned out for bottoming before arrival. And with this dick... that's all mine. You could say I beat the game, "Fair and Square". But maybe if you're a good twink, I'll let you rent out your boyfriend's body to use again. With big dicks comes big loads to carry." He patted his dick. And inserted it inside me from behind me.
Oliver ramming my hole making my dick leak, "You're just my type, a twink that can take a hit from my dick's extra large loads. Thanks for the body back. No more gambling away my precious body. You deserve a reward for taking such good care of it."
We went at it until my ass was overflowing. I swear the loads were never this big when that body was mine. It must respond differently to him. "I will have to hope he'll honor his promise to let me use Aiden's body. Better me than a stranger." I thought.
There was nothing fair or square about this. Swap Shark is nothing but a criminal organization of swap-body theft schemes.
Two months since I swapped my own middle aged body with this hunky Swedish tourist’s, I remember him saying how much he wants to experience America. Since then, I’ve turned him into a real red neck American, got some cowboy boots and some jeans for this new body of mine. Showing off my new sexy Scandinavian muscles for all the guys in my small Kansas town, a few of them have also had the honor of tasting my new Scandinavian meat and being bred by my big sticky loads. The cap is the only thing from the original owner of my body, I love wearing it to remember who I stole this body from. I bet he’s still crying in his overweight middle aged body.