Transformation

One of my favorite caption stories by @2xskin Ideas had been floating around in my head for years, and still being hooked, I finally decided to explore it in my own way. It might be the start of something. https://maletransformation.blogspot.com/2015/12/seanday-treat-take-photo.html

“You want to take a photo? It’ll last longer,” John muttered as Ryan watched him flex.

“I didn’t know there was so much ink,” Ryan replied, already opening the camera on his phone.

John looked over at him and raised an eyebrow beneath the close-cropped hair. The trimmed beard sharpened the expression, made it look more severe, more confrontational. “I was being sarcastic,” he muttered under his breath.

“Oh,” Ryan said, embarrassed, and turned his camera off.

“So what can you tell me?”

“About what?” John sighed.

“You know,” Ryan said carefully. “About John.”

John didn’t answer. He continued feeling the tight, muscular pectorals that sat heavy on his shoulders—solid, veined slabs of flesh that looked less like a body than a piece of equipment. Beneath his ribs, a black rose tattoo bloomed across his side, stark against tanned skin. A thin gold chain with a small cross lay against the center of his chest, catching the light every time he shifted.

In the mirror opposite, John turned slowly from side to side, studying his reflection with a calm, almost clinical focus, as if assessing whether everything was still in place.

He stretched, hooking his fingers into the skin of his tattooed bicep and pulling. The muscle swelled under his grip. “Yeah,” he said after a moment. “This is a good fit. One of the best I’ve had.”

Ryan watched, saying nothing.

John lifted his chin. Not a big movement—just enough to lengthen his neck and square the line of his jaw. His head stayed tilted up like that, eyes hooded, gaze level with his own reflection. It made him look taller and even more full of himself. He didn’t drop his gaze once. Then, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his black FILA trunks and started to adjust them. He stepped slightly to one side, flexed his legs once, and watched how they tightened and relaxed. He made a small adjustment and looked again.

John picked up the smartwatch from the ground and slid it onto his wrist. He adjusted the strap with quick, practiced movements, then checked the display in the mirror.

Satisfied, he lowered his arm and reached for the pants.

He picked up the black athletic pants. Lightweight fabric. He shook them once, stepped into them, and pulled them up over his hips. The waistband settled just below the FILA lettering. He adjusted the height, checked it in the mirror, and left it there.

Then his eyes moved. They slid from the mirror to Ryan, slow and delayed, as if Ryan had only just entered the room.

“What the fuck,” John said quietly. “Why are you still here, you piece of shit?”

The voice was exact. Flat. Rough. No warmth at all. Ryan felt his chest tighten. “Ok Chad. Nice impression.”

“What’d you just call me?” he asked.

Ryan hesitated. John stepped forward. “You trying to be funny?” he said. Ryan backed up without meaning to. John closed the space and then shoved him. The wall stopped him.

“Don’t talk,” John said. “You’re already fucking this up.”

Ryan swallowed.

“You’re not him, Chad,” he said. “You’re just pretending.”

John smiled slightly.

“Yeah?” he said. “Then why are you shaking?” He leaned in close. Too close. “You say that name again,” he said quietly, “and I’ll see how brave you are when you’re on the floor.” John — the real one — had a short temper and had been inside for assault; this was his first week back on the streets.

Ryan didn’t answer. John straightened even more, satisfied. He looked back to the mirror, adjusted his stance, lifted his chin again. “Thought so,” he said. Then something shifted.

The hard set of his jaw loosened. The glare drained out of his eyes. The posture stayed — broad, confident — but the menace fell away like a coat being shrugged off.

John’s arrogant persona washed from his face.

“Well,” he said, almost casually, “that was easy.”

Ryan blinked, still pinned where he stood.

“There’s not much going on in his head,” John continued, voice lighter now, sharper in a different way. “Surface stuff. Anger issues. Habit. Reaction. Sucked it up real quick.”

Ryan let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. His hands were still shaking.

“That's fucked up. You were pretty convincing,” he said.

John smiled.

It didn’t belong on that face.

The expression was wrong somehow — too narrow, too familiar. Ryan could see Chad in it immediately, thin and sharp-eyed, the kid he’d known for years. Skinny Chad. The one who used to get shoved around in school corridors. The one who’d graduated with him only months ago.

Seeing that smile on John’s face unsettled him more than the threats had.

Ryan shook his head slowly. “And I still can’t believe it’s you in there.”

John glanced back at the mirror, then at Ryan. “But here we are.”

Ryan remembered the fight — how hard it had been. How John had thrown them both off more than once. How he’d gone straight for damage, elbows, head, anything he could reach. Not panic. Experience. He fought like someone who knew exactly where it hurt. Ryan could already feel the bruises forming under his shirt.

John rolled his shoulders once. “He’s strong,” he said. “And he doesn’t stop once he starts.”

Ryan didn’t answer right away. John’s voice had changed, but Ryan’s body hadn’t caught up. His shoulders were still tight, his hands still hurt where they’d hit the wall earlier, and the room felt quieter now. He looked at John and tried to line up what he was seeing with what he remembered.

Ryan still couldn’t believe it was Chad inside—thin and skinny Chad, someone he’d known for years. They’d only just finished high school together. It had taken both of them to subdue John; he was big and strong. A few times he’d managed to throw them both off. He fought dirty, something he’d learned from being inside or maybe as a kid. He knew how to hurt people. Ryan could still hear John's short, ugly laugh and already feel the bruises.

Ryan had finally got the needle into his ass, and the two of them lay on him until the juice started to work. Ryan sat in the corner holding his side as Chad unbuttoned his shirt.

“Help me, will you!” Chad muttered.

Ryan shook his head and could only watch as Chad pulled off his Hi Tops, socks, and skinny jeans. He only paused for a moment before pulling at John’s white underwear. There was hunger in Chad’s eyes as he looked at the lifeless monster that hung between John’s legs. Then he mouthed mine and grinned.

He started to feverishly pull at John’s neck, finding an edge he gently eased his fingers underneath. Ryan could see his concentration; it was like he wasn’t even there. Chad followed the edge high across John’s back, almost to the ends of his shoulders, then down following the line of his chest.

Ryan heard a snap, and John’s head was separated from his body. Chad threw it over and it landed in Ryan’s lap. John’s brown eyes stared up at him, cursing. Ryan could almost hear him vowing his untimely death. He brushed John’s eyes closed, fearing what might have been if he hadn’t been able to get that needle into him. Examining John’s head, Ryan still couldn’t believe what Chad was planning. Like himself, Chad had always been the victim—the skinny kid people picked on. Ryan pushed his hand into the empty neck and held up John’s head. Soon Chad would be taking on the identity of the local thug that ran the district.

When Ryan looked up, Chad had all but transformed into the twenty-seven-year-old and was forcing his arm down into John’s.

“You still want to go ahead with this?” Ryan asked.

Chad scrubbed at his brown shoulder-length hair. “Hell yeah, I’ve got nothing, except this now,” he said.

He started to feel his entire body—the thick strong arms, deep heavy chest, and tight abs. He closed his eyes and groaned as his stolen body reacted. He sighed and looked down.

“And this monster,” he muttered, giving it a couple of jerks. “Plenty of time for that later.”

He reached down and pulled on the underwear, struggling to cage the stolen manhood.

Ryan had told him to leave off John’s mask and just have the body, but Chad said he wanted the whole package.

“Give me it,” Chad said, pointing at the mask.

He looked into Chad’s blue eyes and handed it over. Ryan felt kind of sad seeing his friend swallowed up by John. He wondered if he’d ever see him again—the real Chad, he meant.

Chad pulled it over his head, and Ryan watched his thick long hair disappear under John. Chad pulled at his new face, pushing the mask’s features into place.

John blinked for the first time and looked over at Ryan. Chad’s blue eyes were lost; only John’s dark brown eyes remained as he smoothed out the joins, creating a seamless, undetectable transition.

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John shifted his weight and looked at Ryan, casual now.

“You’re replaying it,” he said. “I can see it.”

Ryan swallowed.

“I’m processing all of it.” “It didn’t have to be like that,” Ryan said. “And you didn’t need to scare me like this.” “Yeah,” John said evenly, glancing back at the mirror, checking his posture, smiling. “But it felt great and it was fun.” Ryan took a step back without thinking. John noticed and smiled—not cruel this time, just certain. “Relax,” he said. “You’re still useful.”

John then forced Ryan on his knees while pushing down his own pants. In an instant John’s monster dick jumped into Ryan’s face.

Finally. Ryan, driven by lust, was just about to start when John grabbed him by the hair with both hands. Without giving Ryan a chance to react, he rammed his cock down Ryan’s throat. Ryan quickly realized that John was only interested in his own satisfaction, but it was Ryan’s wet dream becoming reality.

“Now be the good little cocksucker,” John said confidently. “You can feel honored, I don’t let a fag suck me off every day.”

Ryan did so and tried to ignore the pain and not gag as he listened to John's taunts. A stain became visible in his own pants.

John shot his load recklessly into Ryan’s throat. “Fuuuuuck!” With a single deep groan and full of relief, John pushed Ryan away and turned around.

John picked up his black T-shirt like nothing had happened. No pause. No glance back. He shook the fabric out once and pulled it over his head. The cotton dragged across his shoulders before settling into place, the red stag spreading tight across his chest. He tugged the hem straight with a quick, practiced movement, then lifted his chin and smoothed the collar flat against his throat with two fingers, checking the fit in the mirror.

When John finished, he looked exactly as he had before Ryan and Chad had taken him down. Ryan watched in silence — heart still racing, breath uneven.

Suddenly a tune came up from Chad’s pile of clothes dumped on the floor. John glanced at Ryan, then bent down to dig through the piece and grab John’s ringing phone.

Ryan watched in silence as John tapped the screen and answered — his demeanor changed immediately.

“Tony, you fucking jerkoff, where the hell are you?”

He started pacing the small room, cocking his head with a wide grin on his face — the same one Ryan had seen on the unfortunate original not thirty minutes earlier.

“Man, I was right behind you. Then your girlfriend wanted to go into that clothes store. No way I was hanging around while she tried on a bunch of crap.”

Ryan smirked, and John shot him a look. Ryan’s mouth snapped shut, frozen by excitement or fear.

"Nah mate, I shouted I was going for a piss, but that bird of your must have been hanging off your ear. Bitch, you should get rid of her, she’s always nagging you." I saw a glint in his eyes, John was notorious for not giving a fuck. John laughed.

“Nah, I’m just messing with you. She’s fine.”

He glanced at Ryan and made a quick jerking motion in front of his dick.

“Man, I don’t give a fuck. Look, I’ll meet you at that fancy cafe on the second floor in twenty. Yeah, like I care if she brings her friend.”

He hung up.

“Jerk,” he muttered under his breath.

John then shot a look at Ryan and held out a hand.

Ryan hesitated before taking it. John’s grip closed around his wrist and hauled him upright without effort, like pulling dead weight off the floor. He didn’t let go right away. He stood too close, crowding Ryan’s space, forcing him to look up.

“I know what I just did.” John said. His voice was lower, steadier, stripped of the earlier menace but not softened.

Ryan nodded, uneasy, eyes fixed on the familiar face that didn’t feel familiar at all. This was the same man who’d pinned him to the wall minutes earlier, who’d scared him without even raising his voice.

“I wanted you to see it work.” He gave Ryan’s wrist a brief squeeze before letting go. “It’s still me in here.”

Ryan swallowed. He wanted to believe that.

“I’ll be in touch,” John said. “Couple days. Maybe more.” He stepped back, already shifting into that confident, street-ready posture. “Once I get Tony alone, I’ll call you. Then you can dump that bitch and we can do all sort of things.”

Although I moved on:

Not as jacked as yours, but quite a joy. I love getting tips from some random jocks, raking them in as I see fit.

Yeah, this young jock needed mentorship from the one of the bigger dude over here aka me, not knowing that I needed younger and also smaller body because I already hit plateau with the form he greatly admired. He's quite a looker himself and his body, despite looking hella great, still has room for improvement and I'm going to build it for years to come or at least until I'm bored. I don't think I'll get bored quickly tho, especially with the way his smile looking goony as fuck!

@vindictivenerdcels you did yours, I have mine. You can check the OG here by @thesuitaskin

As Giselle expertly licked and swallowed his shaft which triggered his devious grin as the hot bombshell model looked so funny with Mike's beer can cock stuffed her mouth full, he decided to check his continously buzzing phone.

The name Rory appeared on his screen, what's so urgent? he pondered to himself. Looking at the blonde sucking on his third leg and the video call request, Mike decided to pick up the call because bros always come before hoes after all

"Yo Mike, can you come to my room? I have absolutely the craziest shit I ever experienced this morning,"

"If it's about another tightest pussy you ever conquered, I'm not going there bro, I am......busy," Mike said with a wink, not really focused on Rory's distressed expression

"No, dude, it's not about that. There's a fucking faggy nerd all naked next to me on my bed this morning," Rory said with a frustrared expression as if holding out his anger

"Wait......what did you say?" Mike said a little bit surprised, his sudden position shift caused his cock to impale Giselle's throat even deeper

"There's this weird nerd that somehow ended up in my room, in my bed, all crouched and hidden inside my blanket this morning! Wait......why do your eyes glitch like that? Bro, is there someone giving you a BJ?"

"Nu uh bro, no one, I'm just busy watching some stuff sent by Georgina, hence the noise," Mike said as he stopped Giselle from moving her head, practically choking her with his veiny, gargantuan 8 inch monstrosity

"Oh okay, you long-distance freak. Anyway, I couldn't be that drunk to the point of picking up a dude, right? It was just 4 tequila," pondered Rory, oblivious to the gargling and choking noise coming out from Mike's background

"Dude, that's just hella FUUUCCKK--ed up. Let me see what I can do to help you, I'm c--CUMMINGG there, okay? Gimme 15," Mike replied, this time he maintained his facial expression despite releasing all of his morning load down Giselle's throat, the poor blondie gargled and choked by the amount of cum yet she cannot break herself free from the choking to the point the cum and her saliva mixed up and simply spluterred out like a sticky fountain that now covered Mike's pubes

"Thanks bro, damn, my head is so fucking dizzy. And fuck, beating the shit out of that nerd really drained me somehow, I'll nap for a while," Rory said as he turned off the call. Mike quickly released Giselle's head from his choking. She let out a sigh of relief as she gasped for breath with her mouth all messed up from the load Mike shot down her throat. If it's any other men, Giselle would be furious to be treated like she's a mere object for pleasure, but Mike is somehow an exception due to his charm and connection that would help any aspiring girls to a better career in this City of Angels. So, like a good blonde bimbo, she licked her lips and thanked Mike, laughing off the incident as something normal as she said

"Can't let a distressed friend feels like the focus is not on them, can't we?"

"You're such a smart lady, keep behaving like this and you'll go far around here, I can assure you,"

"Awww, thanks. Anyway, you need to get out? Can I stay here while you're out?"

"Of course not, I'm not trusting anyone with my apartment. I will clean myself first and by the time I walk out from the shower, you better be gone, understand?"

"Oh......okay,"

Inside his mind, Mike sneered at Giselle, what a basic bitch......thinking that she's all special just because she's holding herself down there, she's not even milking it better than that wimp Simon LOL, he thought to himself. Simon.......is that nerd causing all this? What didn't he reveal to me and Rory about that fucking pill? Mike internal monologue pondered again.

As he walked out from his bed with his slick cock flopping left and right, he strut to the shower to quickly clean himself. If what Rory described turned out to be true, it means that Jeff is out from controlling Rory's body, but how? Will that happen to him too? And why it happened in the first place? Plus, where's Jeff then? His mind is getting a bit more anxious under the shower, he quickly walk out after a quick clean-up to ensure that he's not smelling like sweat and fresh cum. The blondie already left the apartment per his order so he got the place all for himself

"Please don't let this be the final time I'm enjoying this room. Life will be hella sucks without you, bro," he murmured to himself while rubbing his cobblestone abs before putting on the closest piece he can find. It's a branded athleisure clothing that he and Rory developed way before his takeover, and it's one hell of a snug fit

"Fuck man, I will never be ready to leave this shit,"

As he grabbed his phone, a message from a weird number appeared on his phone

"Dude, I'm ejected from Rory! Are you doing okay? I'm heading out to Simon's to interrogate him,"

Is this Jeff? He thought to himself......Hopefully this is the second chat he sent after not getting any reply from Max's original number, it would be hella risky and irresponsible of him to just reveal their whole scheme all along, Mike murmured to himself. Just imagine if he's also ejected from Mike already and Jeff just texted this outlandish chat to the real Mike???? That would be a major catastrophe, or maybe Mike would just dismiss it as another bullshit? Anyway, believing in the logical rationale Jeff possessed, Mike replied

"Yeah, Rory freaked out about you, I'm coming down to his unit now. What are you planning to do with Simon?"

"I'm just gonna make him responsible for hooking us up with this shit. I cannot stand a single minute not inside Rory, dude! I'm addicted to be him and I'm blaming Simon wholeheartedly. I wish he has stock of those pills remaining or can tell us how to get it!"

"Update me then, I'll bring Rory right there if you find any leads," Mike replied as he closed off his phone and walk out from his apartment

For the past 3 months, both Max and Jeff immersed themselves fully to the kind of life the real Mike and Rory would enjoy.

Despite its lavish settings and seemingly differing events, their activity consisted of three general things. Booze, babes and business. In the morning, they will have their 90-120 minutes workout with sets of friends they linked through the fitness influencer industry. Sometimes, they have clients to attend to that they charged thousand of dollars per session as it involved another set of workout in the bedroom that can happen right at that very morning or simply scheduled for. This workout usually happened in LA, but it's not rare for them to fly to Dubai, Bali, Cancun, St. Barths, Turks and Caicos or wherever their heart pleases. Then, afterwards, they filled their schedule with "work" that consisted of supervising their video and photo editor or attending bunch of BS business meetings scheming up classes and programs for impressionable and lost young men or bunch of losers. Usually, it's accompanied with lunch paid by people that invited them for the meetings, those social climbers trying to wow the established LA influencer crowd like him and Rory or they simply paid for it using their own money that they will then reimburse as business expenses to the bunch of companies they fronted for. Before the sun sets, depending on the location, they usually lounged around the pool or the beach in the hotel where their client paid for their accomodation and it's impossible for them to not have at least two babes each by their side. The same girls would then usually joined them for dinner and the night out that followed, or if both of them are drained from their very busy social butterfly schedule, they would then head straight to their room where they would blow their loads inside the girls before repeating the whole cycle the very next day. Now, Mike is not very sure about the continuation of it all if all in a sudden, he can simply be ejected from Mike's body and forced to return to his pathetic, invisible life as Max Belmont the boring graphic designer that will probably lose his entire industry because tech bros keep funding AI graphic generator development.

"Mike, Mike, hey dude, sorry if I rambled too long, I'm just....."

"Oh---no, no, no, sorry bro, I'm just trying to remember what transpired last night and spot the moment if there were any when you interacted with a scrawny gay dude. He must be sticking out oddly, last night theme was literally "Babes & Bros" after all," Mike replied trying to hide the fact that he's been zoning out from the get go thinking of the lives he and "Rory" might lose if Jeff failed to find anything from Simon

"Yeah, that's what I've been trying to remember too. I literally have zero recollection of talking to that fag, and even if I talked to him, why the fuck I did that?"

"Okay, chill bro. No need to get all pent up again, maybe I should grab you some beers, you stock up any?"

"Yeah, maybe that will help. Just take out anything to be honest,"

Right as Mike excused himself to the kitchen, he received a short text from Jeff

"Bingo, quickly bring your ass here bro, and bring that meathead Rory too, the real one need to be in control once more,"

So, with a smirk while still hidden by the fridge door, he instinctively shouted

"What about a drive bro? We can use my Lambo, get your mind off from this shit,"

"That sounds perfect, let's fucking go!"

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Mike told Rory that rather than driving aimlessly, he actually needed to drop something that the girl he slept with earlier this morning left behind in his unit. Rory bought the story with no questions asked because why would Mike fool him at this or intended to harm him in the very first place? They are the closest of friends, he knows there's no way Mike would let anyone or anything to harm him. So, Rory remained oblivious all the way until they reached the front door of the apartment 2139 on the 21st floor. Not even before he managed to knock on the door, Mike all in a sudden put him on a chokehold from behind, taking the air out of his lungs and squeezing his arm to its maximum strength to ensure a total knockout. Too surprised by the sudden attack, the shorter Rory eventually found himself flailing around mid-air as his very own best friend seemingly tried to kill him through strangulation or asphyxiation. Rory's eyes turned even wilder when the door of the apartment slightly opened to reveal the same faggot that he bashed for waking up next to him. But before he can make any meaningful attempt to break free, Rory's vision turned dark as the last thing he witnessed is the gay dweeb crooked smile

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"Where the fuck is that dweeb hiding it?" Mike said as he thrashed the entire living room and its shelvings, finding nothing worthwhile

"Yeah.....I can't find it still and I've checked all the drawer" Jeff said as he tiptoed around the scattered mess and also the passed out Rory's body

"Fucking stupid nerd! Why can't he just put it where it's visible??? Why makes shit so complicated?" Mike added angrily

There's several pathetic attempt to bust the bathroom door, yet it remain locked throughout the whole ordeal. Mike's just hyper-focused to the task at hand, he only realized that someone is inside the bathroom and can't escape

"Wait, you locked him inside there? HAHAHAH, fuck him!" Mike said as he continued his rampage, flipping over the sofa hoping to find a ledge or some hidden spaces marked by oddities in the floor paneling. While he's busy tracing the entire flooring, Jeff entered the bedroom and head straight to the drawer next to the bed. Inside the first drawer, Jeff finally reunited with the pills that caused all of the experience in the past few months, neatly separated into color-coordinated arrangement of reds, yellows, and blues. He counted 10 pills for each colors, which he then smuggled 2 for each into the pocket of his hoodie before shouting

"YO BRO! I FOUND THE SHIT! It's here in his bedside drawer!

Mike dragged Rory's limp body into the room as he marched inside. His eyes sparkled with mischievous delight when Jeff shows him all the pills.

"Can't wait to fuck around with my real mate again," Mike said as he tossed Rory's limp hand to the floor and let Jeff takes care of it

"Fuck, I remembered how Rory reacted to the tightening of his chest after that dweeb drugged him in the gym ages ago, and with what he said about these red and yellow pills, maybe I should just----" Jeff said as he squatted down next to Rory's passed out form and grabbed his face

"Wake up, fucker, wake up,"

Several attempt to wake him up eventually succeed when Rory's eyes fluttered, but then Jeff caused him to chin up before forcefully openimg Rory's mouth to drop all 3 different pills to the back of his throat. Acting differently from normal pills, it instantly dissolved upon contact with the tongue and Rory instantly trembled as the drug takes effect rightaway

"Yo......shit's quicker from last time,"

"Maybe it's the blue one,"

"Well damn if that's the case,"

Within a minute, Rory's body already back to its deflated form and that's when Jeff starts to undress the jacked stud and put him on like an overall. Mike observed Jeff squeezing into the much-bigger body with ease as Jeff expertly slide his legs to give some life to Rory's legs that hardened upon Jeff's body entering.

Then, a rather awkward sighting happened when Jeff full control over Rory's pelvic and cock caused Rory to spurt out cum all over the carpet of the bedroom. If Mike stood a bit more close, he would be in its shooting distance. Laughing it off and noticing the quick progress of his best friend, Mike stared at the container filled with all sort of pills. Taking a step closer to take a good look at it, he noticed a familiar logo that resembled a gaming company he knows that yet somehow emblazoned to this container. Alphaland. Hmmmm......something to ponder later on, he said to himself.

Rather than risking himself to experience the same thing as Jeff, he eventually decided to grab the blue pills out of the others and chugged it in instance. Like a cold breeze sweeping through, Mike instantly shivered as a differing sensation hit him internally. All this time, he always sensed like he simply peered into the real Mike's memory and used it for his benefit, but somehow, the blue pills caused him to feel more aligned, it feels like he belong here and really own the memory. It's not like he borrowed it, no, he owns that fucking cherished moment when he saw the first outline of his abs back when he was 13. The taste of his first alcohol. The first pussy he scored in Ibiza for his highschool graduation trip. The way he jerked himself off when he got that million-dollar funding for his business line he's been dreaming off. All the parties. All the workouts. All the lavish trip, all of them feels like truly his and not just him siphoning off the real Mike's memory. Yes he internalized so much that he's the real Mike all this month, but this is the first time that he feels like he truly belongs. It's like, if he needed to make an interpretation of it, the oversized crown finally fits well because he's now the real Mike through and through, no longer an impostor that steal access and control of the crown while siphoning off memories out of the real one. As he opened his eyes after internalizing the upgrade he experienced, Mike decided that there's no more need for them to keep the pills so he crushed all of it with his bare hands. Rory that just finished his whole takeover sequence stared at Mike with a knowing smirk, understanding the rationale why his best friend is doing that

"So that nerd doesn't have any silly idea,"

As Rory put on his soaked shorts, Mike is already one step ahead and walked out to the pounding bathroom. He moved the broom that jammed the door from the outside and kick it hard to surprise the panicking Simon

"Hey there, fucktard! I see that you are not tired screaming all this goddamn time. Do you still have anything else to scream about?" Mike said with an aggression that is quite unusual for him, "and ohh.....Jeff is not here anymore,"

"It feels fucking good to be back, dweeb. Great job in giving away your friend's once more. I'm starting to think, you actually love it when he's looking this good and decided to puppet the muscle stud that once ignored you to actually give a fuck by bullying you. No need to deny it, that little pecker of yours cannot lie," mocked Rory to the cowering Simon that looked at both men in fear, "just admit it, you purposefully let Jeff knows about the whole fucking pills and admitted that you still have its stash because you want that nerd to be able to control my body once more, right? Guess what, you fucking did it, and more," Rory said it with an intrigue to hint on the mental transformation he managed to unlock with the blue pill

"M---m---more?"

"Y---y---y, stop acting dumb! You know the blue pill, that shit is the apeshit! It makes us the real thing, y'know? You can fucking kill us right at this very moment and our ghost will be looking like the stud we are now! We're in so deep, we're the real ones now and all thanks to the blue pill. Now, what should we do to you to thank your sorry ass, dweeb?"

Both men stared at each other with a wide grin before deciding on to tied him to the sink and piss on poor Simon that failed to put up a fight whatsoever as both Mike and Rory easily stopped any silly attempt from Simon to fight back. Done with humiliating their former best friend, both leave the premise and head out to embrace the life as two bonafide hunk, inside and outside

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Epilogue:

Mike said to Rory that he needs to do some out-of-state business for the next few days, so he's all by himself for the weekend. He already finished his workout, working on his videos and editing his Masterclass content, so now he finds himself bored with nothing fun to do. Then, he remembered about the pills. He scoured through the internet once to really delve deeper about it and he found out through the remnant of the online forum he found in the wayback machine that while the red deflated your body, the yellow one actually functioned to suppress one's consciousness, making the drinker a zoned out drone or something. That's why combining the red and the yellow one actually helped for a more long-lasting control because you need to be mentally on-point to keep your hold over the body if you only chugged the red one. The blue one is the one that sealed the whole deal, ensuring total control as the invader fused into the puppet's psyche and well, he doesn't need it anymore since he's not planning to leave this life as Rory anytime soon. So, feeling a bit adventurous, Rory knocked on the door of the apartment next to him. The man opened the door and greeted him quite coldly in a heavy Balkan accent

"What do you want, pretty man?"

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"Javier Guzman?"

"Yes? And who are you?

"My name's Mike Leatherwood. Well, it's actually Max Bloomfield, and I'm your biggest fan, Xander,"

Javier's eyes went wide after hearing that name as he stared at the smirking Mike. How the fuck this guy knows? His gaming channel was not even that big and he really separated that world to this other world of his. Could he be a follower?

"Alphaland huh.....quite a generic and meathead name but I know what it alluded to. The logo and all. Based on your reaction, I really hit the jackpot with that name. Well anyway, I'm here to propose a business venture, this guy's quite a handy busines operator if I may say, do you mind if I come in? I see that you're making quite a good life out of this whole thing,"

Javier simply smiled and let Mike walks into his house, maybe they will not work out right away from this meeting, but at least he knows that not only there's people out there that actually used his product to its full extent, they also know or at least manage to trace and link his disapperance with the way this meathead gymbro Javier suddenly has enough capital to built a business as big as this one. Game recognizes game, they said

A collaboration with @vindictivenerdcels that reached out to me through his other account, inspired by @thesuitaskin Untouchable Fiance series

Austin observed Nick from the distance like a hawk eyeing its prey. Every move of Nick's muscle, the dangling cross pendant, the way he grunted with each reps, the strength that body capable to produce, everything filtered through the lens and perspective of his now-wonderfully informed brain when it comes to all things workout and building physique. That is one delicious body to be taken over, he thought to himself as he stopped watching his supposed-best friend like a creep from a hidden point of view in the gym and walked to approach him.

"Hey there bro, you seemed to be in the zone already,"

"Oh hey there dude, you just arrived?Fashionably late today, don't you? The future Mrs. Hill kept you preoccupied?"

"Nah, it was future Mrs. Hill very own bestfriend that kept me longer in bed, it took quite some times to make the beast softened after all," Austin said with a smirk and a gentle grab of his crotch, which caused Nick to deviously grin and playfully punched Austin's arm

"You slick bastard. You know you can ruin that strong girlhood bond if you fuck all of her bestfriend's behind her back," Nick replied with a hint of sarcasm to Iris friend circles

"Well, what do you suggest I do to satiate their sex drive? Introducing my jacked douchebag of a best friend to them as my replacement?"

"Obviously, meathead! That's a start I know you haven't even think about until now. I mean, come on man, as I said it so many times, you gotta stop playing around and start sharing the ladies that hit on you to me or Adam. We have no issues pulling chicks but I'm not gonna say no if you pass me some hot chicks my way. And you, you can focus all your love and attention to Iris and her family,"

"HAHAHAH fuck you, dude! Stop teasing me to talk about that dweeb and his best friend. They disgust me, fuck, you just made me shivered with the thought of those two dweebs probably fucking each other while thinking about me,"

"Yeah dude, that story you shared about them scrolling through your IG sounded like a total nightmare. Fucking pervs,"

"Well, enough yapping. I'm about to hit chest today, so, see you around?"

"You don't need me to spot you? My schedule's free till the evening actually,"

"Nah, just lightweight workout for the day. Iris wanted to check out some vendor later today so I don't want to be pushing too hard,"

"Okay then. Oh yeah, totally forgot. I can do the fitting this Saturday, so you don't need to split my session's and Adam's, my brother postponed his visit,"

"Sweet, will tell Mr. Wendell about it so he can prepare his team for us. See ya later then, dude,"

Yup, all goes very sweetly according to his plan. Hopefully Benji will enjoy his time inside that incredibly jacked form of Nick's older brother, Mike. As for the fitting session.....that's the grand trap that will capture the two oblivious hunk unaware that they are literally like a pair of fish that swims into the net. As he started his set, his mind raced to the possible scene of seeing those jacked bodies of Nick and Adam seized by his best friends instead and how they will fool and toy around with Eli, a hardening meat started to beg to be released from the confine of the cotton briefs as it creates a rather prominent bulge in his pants, which Austin just stared with a smirk as he admired his overall form

---

Behind Eli's back, Owen actually used Austin's more flexible time to develop yet another set of pills. If the previous pills helped to jailbreak other people memory by integrating one's form to the neural system of the one taken over, he took it one step further this time. As far as he knows, he's the only one with the power to possess another people. He saw telekinetic, animal mind control, super strength or pyrokinetic folks in the past when his now-dead parents brought him to the "Gifted Meetings", or so they described it, but no one owned the kind of his power per his recollection.

The soul is a very sacred spaces and maybe his desire to have a loving parents caused him to develop such power in the first place, after all his mother was blessed in manifestation and foresight as her power so maybe this possession skill of his is the same kind of power as her manifestation but more directed towards something and definitely more potent due to its focus. The desire to live like others with complete set of family and sheltered from the cruelty of the world led him to have this ability and now, he finally materialized its full potential by staying inside Austin Hill for the past few months, much longer than his previous possession of Mr. Evans, the history teacher back in his highschool or Jamal Brooks, his college wide receiver, that only lasted around a week or two.

For him, the key has been the pills that he still took once per week, but he found the idea of making others experienced the same sensation as him to possess others to be thrilling so he used the profit Austin gained from crypto and stock to fund his exploration to create the possession pills. It sounds to be quite an extraordinary — even impossible — feat to achieve but as if proving his mother's powers, he indeed managed to create the pills as his dreams and just mere flashes of thoughts shown him to whom he should talk to, what ingredients to pick and what kind of steps he should take. The pills finished earlier this month and he's been making calls to some surprised friends that received a very odd phone call from the one and only Austin Hill. The surprise turned into intrigue as he explained his detailed plan to the flabbergasted friends, but of course they agreed to join forces and help Owen/Austin with that kind of reward on the line

Benjamin has been the first to demonstrate the efficacy of the pills. As he posed as a UPS delivery person, he downed the new pill right as he knocked on Mike Moretti's front door.

Not wasting his time, Benji lunged right away at Mike's body as soon as he opened his door and instead of stumbling and falling together to the ground, as planned, Benjamin indeed slipped into Mike's body with ease, the body was so shocked it failed to react appropriately to the invader. Benji, as Mike, quickly ripped open the package he previously brought filled with the memory pills. He grabbed one pill out from the tube and downed it dry in one go, Mike's supplement usage eased him to down the big pill with no help of water whatsoevers.

The metallic bitterness hit instantly, and within seconds, a slow surge ignited behind his eyes. His breath caught. His knees bent slightly—not from weakness, but from the sheer force of the incoming neural flood. Images, names, memories came in waves. Friends. Codes. Muscle memory. How Mike lifted. How he fucked his wife so incredibly to the point of them having their 5th child and would be 6th if she didn't stop him . How he thought. How he ran his business, everything became accessible for Benji as he quickly made the phone call to Austin to confirm the success of the possession

"Well, call your brother then and deliver the news that Angelo is too sick or whatever, make it convincing as fuck and ensure him that he can stay in town and you will come visit the other time, no need to visit you, okay?"

"This is the last time I'm calling you. I don't take orders from anyone, I'm Mike fucking Moretti," he said with a teasing growl

"Yeah, yeah, enjoy that thick Italian sausage, you dweeb. Just do your job and I will not mess up with you,"

---

"Where are you going this early? It's Saturday, I'm making breakfast,"

"Not your business, fag, and I'm not eating your soyboy cooking anyway,"

"Hey, that's not nice, and I know where you are going anyway,"

"And so, why do you ask then? I'm not obliged to let you know my errand or who am I going to meet,"

Eli stammered. That sounds like Austin, yes, but there's also this bubbling Owen that seemed to rose to the surface, is Owen frustrated with him? Eli thought

"I--- I just---"

"Anyway, just do the fucking laundry and prepare for Iris to come later. I know you will probably sink your nose to my gym gear before tossing it to the washing machine, just don't let me see you doing that shit when I come back and do wash it clean, will ya? My Alphalete gear smelled ripe because you probably didn't wash it right, thank fuck I'm the face of the brand so I can just request a new set, but I want what I have now to be clean, you hear me?

"O---okay, Austin,"

As Austin entered his car, he called Peter and Ron to prepare themselves as he is on his way to the tailor. Then, as he starts to drive, Adam calls him

"Hey there dude, sorry for such last minute call. I somehow cannot start my car and I'm actually in my family's cabin by the lake, no sane Uber will pick me up over here. Can I postpone my session to next week?"

"I can pick you up," Austin said as he gritted his teeth, slightly pissed off with the situation as his mind already wandered to all the adjustment he needed to do

"Wait--- what? Are you sure? Man, so sorry for the hassle, okay? I promise I will make it up to you, if Mr. Wendell charged you extra, let me pay for it,"

"No worries, I'll handle him. I'll be in your place in around 45 minutes,"

As he takes a sudden U-turn, he sends a voice note to Ron

"I'm picking you up in 10 mins, we're going for a quick road trip,"

---

"Dude, that's hella quick, I thought I would have some times to cram in some work before you pick me up. And oh, who's that tailing you?"

"See, told you he forgets you," he said to the dejected Ron that stands behind him as he just swallowed the pill, "Well, he's been called Ron all his life. But he's about to be called Adam soon,"

"Oh.....okay, he has the same name as me?"

"Even better. Now Ron!"

Frozen in his seat as he's left puzzled on what Austin said and the sight of the pale fat fuck that sprinted to his direction, Adam blinked a bit too late as he witnessed the way Ron's obese body seemingly sinking into him. He's left speechless, his mouth opens but he cannot say a thing as the invading force caused him to be practically paralyzed from head to toe. He let out a painful groan as more and more of Ron submerged into him and seemingly aligned his form inside of his much leaner physique. His eyes darted to the smirking Austin that approached him with what seems to be a tube of supplement. Austin takes one out and it glows like a shiny metal. As Ron seemingly take more and more spaces inside of him and started to reach control over his vocal chord, Adam's eyes went wide as he listened to himself chuckling bitterly

"After all the session I taught you back then, fuck you for forgetting me! I'm taking my payment now you meathead!"

He tried to reply to the statement that escaped his mouth, trying to plead sorry as he remembered Ron now as the Math prodigy that helped him survived the mandatory Math classes he should take back then by being his tutor for free, but it's a bit too late as Ron already controlled his nostril too and caused Adam's psyche to panic as he momentarily suffocated in the uncertainty. Soon after, he lost his sight and eventually grip of his own physical form, cornered to his brain that he valiantly tried to protect from the invading force. He witnessed in his subconscience how Ron tried to fit himself to the controlling seat of his body but Ron's massive form failed him to be in the controlling seat as it's already molded to fit the real Adam and the real Adam only. But that's when Adam heard

"Chuck me the pills, I'm fucking ready!"

Adam watched in confusion then as he heard the gulping sound and then a loud, whirring noise and a bright blast hit him very hard. He let out a crackling scream that falls on deaf ear as he's no longer the conscious and soon not even a subsconcious part of his own physique. The noise and the blast also revealed a rather surprising transformation as he witnessed Ron's psyche already shifted to resemble him through and through, no longer fat and totally resembling Adam even to every single detail of his five o'clock shadow.

With a smirk as he stared back at the surprised Adam, his impostor seated himself in the controlling seat of his brain, all connected to the whole nervous system and memory bank that belong to Adam. In the outside world, Austin witnessed live for the first time how his pills take effect in real time and he's more than pleased seeing how seemingly effective the whole thing is. It's not even 5 minutes since the initial takeover, and Adam is already a changed man inside

"Ohh Austin......he really is a goody two shoes per your explanation. So positive, a very prominent advocate for wellness and mental health, a very nice sweet guy. He's a changed man from his college days, but too bad he's a dick to me and to be honest, we can let that rotten former college jock personality out a bit more, don't you think? I'm not building my muscle all this year for nothing,"

"As tempting as it sounds, you better stay in character. We cannot let people suspect a thing for now. Plus, it's too early and you still need to retain control, I'm afraid acting out of the ordinary will make the brain detected something off. It's pills after all, not the same as my power,"

"Uggghhh fine........"

---

When they finally arrived back in town, they go straight to the tailor. Hopefully Peter stick to the plan and keep himself hidden from anyone's sight, Austin muttered under his breaty. It's going to be pretty reckless of him to tackle Nick all by himself in such a public setting. Even worse, Pete might be beaten to a pulp by Nick and that's not a sight he wished to see. As they walked in to the shop, Mr. Wendell welcomed them

"Your friend is waiting inside already, I already measured him and he's probably changing his clothes or tried out some things with my assistant Jason,"

Austin and Adam entered the room that Mr. Wendell pointed at and found quite a sight to behold. Nick just finished putting on his white tee but his cock dangled out freely with the blonde, dainty guy presumably to be Jason kneeled right next to it with his face splattered by cum

"Oh, there you two, I'm fucking bored waiting so I called him in and just make him use his hour. You paid him by the hour, right?"

"Nick---"

"Yeah?"

"What the fuck is this? Are you trying to get me blacklisted?"

"Oh calm down will ya. Jason here won't say a word to Mr. Wendell, right? You are not going to make your uncle have a heart attack and also break your parents heart because of your slutty mouth, correct?"

"Y---yes, sir,"

"See, told you. After all, I will not fuck that mouth of his if you're not late, Austin. Now, cum rag, clean up and call your friend to come here, it's fitting time for them," Nick said coldly as he put on the casual dress shirt given by Mr. Wendell for sizing and material options

"Y--yes sir, on it,"

As Jason walks out from the room, Austin quirked his eyebrow

"Pete? Are you there?"

"Who's Pete?"

"Drop it, Pete. It will take quite a tremendous coercion to even make Nick let a fag gets close to his cock, let alone him blowing his load for anything but a chick,"

"Well, guess I do need that mind merge pills after all. Do you bring it with you?"

"How the heck you made it?"

"Him? Oh he's easy as fuck. He was busy listening to this shitty men's right podcast with his earbuds as he exited his car. I just jumped right in from behind, no witness, no camera, no resistance, just a smooth takeover,"

"Oh......that's nice. Wait......did you hear that? Someone's groaning from outside, should we check?"

As the three men walk out from the private fitting room, they are surprised with the sight in front of their eyes as the store blind closed in full so no one from the outside can see the debauchery that happened inside. Mr. Wendell, in all his bonafide DILF glory with his suit tattered on the floor, is getting serviced by his three assistants, Jason, Franco and Dominic. As Mr. Wendell opened his eyes, he makes eye contact with Austin & co. and let out a chuckle while Nick grinned from ear to ear

"What did you do, Nick?" asked Austin rather sternly

"Oh well......about that----"

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When Tate McRae said that "I keep comin' back like a revolving door" in her hit song, I guess that aptly described my relationship with my ex-boyfriend, Kentaro, or Ken for short.

He's quite a toxic, manipulative, trustfund gym junkie that is completely a ref flag through and through, but how can I resist him when he always fashioned himself in an entirely different manner after every single time he fucked up? What I'm about to tell you is absurd but it really is the truth, but aside from being crazy rich due to his parents work, that work done by his parents also enabled him to shapeshift into any human being on Earth as long as he physically touched them. So imagine my frustration (and obviously massive surprise that almost sent me to cardiac arrest) that after my first breakup with him, the person I have a big fat crush on because of his interest to me that came out of nowhere as I noticed him from ages before but not receiving any signal in return until after my breakup turned out to be Kentaro in disguise!

How did I found out about it? Well, he revealed himself by shifting right in front of my eyes after he fucked me. He explained that the people he decided to shift into would fall asleep as soon as he shifted into their form and so all the flirting I received from Grant was actually his. I obviously called him a fucking creep right then and there and started to throw any stuff I could find at him, until he shifted into my own fucking boss back then and styled that man in his posing brief as we knew him to be a bodybuilder and even watched his shows as he invited all the employee to support him. He grabbed me with my boss fucking muscular arm and leaned closer to me with a smirk before ravenously kissed me, using his knowledge over my fantasies that I shared with him about my boss as a weapon to attack my defense, which of course unable to resist my own wildest fantasies that came to life at that time

And that's been the dynamic ever since. Every time after our breakup and even when I already dated steadily with my now-boyfriend Lin, or Linford based on his English nickname, Ken would tease me from time-to-time for a quick fling here and there. My younger sis jock boyfriend......

the fucking plumber that worked in my house......

and even a random jogger I bumped with became a string of his identity theft victim and also my passionate lust and no matter how disgusted or wracked with guilt I was, I always returned with fascination to his different kind of embraces and deep obsession with me

He seemed to keep track of me rather obsessively, or maybe I let him track me deep within my psyche as I desired his bold moves, like shifting into my favorite coffee shop barista and sent me a crude message through HIS PHONE offering a fucking during his shift break as a reward for my loyalty to the indie coffee shop!

Or when he shifted into the fucking priest that officiated the wedding of our mutual friend, his eyes probably noticed how long I kept my eyes shut and lulled to the priest's fatherly baritone that enchanted everyone and when I caught seeing for too goddamn long at the priest taking off his suit jacket to reveal an insanely tight shirt that hugged his splendid figure. Ken used all that knowing full-well how much a man that pious turned out to be corrupted and want to fuck another man really stirred my groin with excitement

He seemed to really understand me in a molecular level, at least when it comes to my lust and sexual desires, and he utilized it in ways not a single boyfriend of mine after him managed to do.

So, after one of my escapades with him just a few months ago, this time he was in the form of my CEO's asshole son, he asked me

"What are we, really? I won't keep doing this with you, Evan. I have a life I want to build too and as much as I enjoyed your company with all your ideas and kink, this needs to be put to a stop if you really don't want to end with me. You always returned to me no matter how far you go, why can't you just stay with me then if I'm that irressistible for you?"

I was stunned........but I have no answer back then so I ran right away and leaving him to dust. I ghosted him by blocking all contacts of his because I was surprised he took all of the flings deeper than it should when I treated it as something shallow.

Nowadays, I really enjoyed Linford's presence and I've not cheated from him ever since. He's quite the gym junkie too in the past few months, I told him to bulk up and be strong and he took the advice really well and even more devoted compared to my working out hours as he has the flexibility of remote work. Things are also more exciting as Linford also shown me his shapeshifting power that makes everything so much more exciting in our bedroom, but I love his original look as it is.

They said I haven't experienced the actual Lunar New Year unless I visited China during the period. So that is exactly what I did as I transferred my consciousness to my cousin in the mainland, Zhihao. The thing is.....it's been a month ever since that day and I'm still inside Zhihao up until today. It's not like it's difficult — he's a personal trainer for God's sake — I just missed my old life despite totally not even close to look as ripped as Zhihao or having countless parties that led to orgies everywhere I go as my cousins. I mean, can you blame the folks? My cousin aka me now is a fucking sex magnet and everyone wants a piece of me or at least having me in their friend group.

Even in the gym where I work, a lot of the clients I managed turns out to be having a fat crush on Zhihao and I simply followed the flow when I pummelled their mouth with my cock in the bathroom or when I just played out the role of a personal trainer while we have sex, guiding and talking them through it proven to be quite a hit as they always begged for more

But as I mentioned, despite all that, I just want to have my normal life back. I miss my morning run under the blazing California sun. I miss my friends back home. The quick stroll to greet my go-to barista. My fucking boring job. I miss them all. Yet, if my memory served me right, I think the ancient scripture said about the effect to wear off in the next cycle. Does that merely mean another year, which means some times around early next year? Another Snake Year, which means 2037/2038?? Or do I have zero chance to return as the next Wood Snake year only happened in 2075 or 2085 if I'm not mistaken??? I really should have just bought the ticket to fly all the way here or even better, stop being FOMO and I should just embrace how I as a Chinese-American can celebrate an equally meaningful Lunar New Year with my core family and closest friends without having to feel inferior with my extended families that lived here all their life. Well, there's nothing else I can do other than just live the best life as my cousin for now, I believe it must be nice for him to return to his body with me taking great care of it, even though the lack of call is a bit concerning......

Same-sex relationship is still illegal in my country and punishable with prison term, that's why me and my boyfriend always have to lay low in public and even also took some extra measures in private to ensure our safety. But, for Valentine's Day, we always did something special for the past 2 years and we absolutely planned to do it again this year. Last year it was two stereotypical American college football jocks, this year.....well, we wanted something different

We stumbled upon this opportunity during our research about moving out from our country and settle in an entirely different one. They helped people to relocate for short-term, like quick break from daily living, to long-term such as a complete change of life. Was it the alcohol or what that clouded our judgment back then, but we followed through the procedure back at that day from that shady website and found ourselves the following morning not next to each other and in a completely different country altogether. It was chaotic but we managed to found each other and have the best sex of our relationship to that date before all in a sudden ripped away from the two fine dadbod to return to our ordinary life when the time was up

This year, we're much more well-planned and prepared as we decided to go to Brazil to celebrate our 3rd Valentine together. Spotting that Valentine falls on Friday this year, we also requested a return back to our body by Sunday evening in our country timezone because we still need to go to work on Monday after all

"Ready?"

"Always. Directly DM me, okay?"

"Sure thing, babe,"

"Okay, good night,"

---

I know it's our third time doing this, but it's always giving me such chills to open my eyes and found myself to not be in bed but actually in the middle of doing something inside a completely different body. We did mention to the agency to land us inside fit, 21-35 years old age group Brazilian men, but the weight of it really only hit when you experienced it, and it's certainly true for this one because this guy I'm in is thick!

It's Friday morning here in Rio, and I'm inside this huge tatted hunk named Gonzalo, his buzzcut and overall style makes him look very intimidating but there's a charming side to this handsome stud that I know I won't be able to resist if he flashes his smile to me. A small dog on a leash that I held added another element of surprise because I'm terrified of dog and I really cannot touch dog but I think Gonzalo here has no problem with it, right? I quickly take a selfie of myself and directly send the picture to my boyfriend's Insta as Gonzalo's insta is accessible anyway. Ohhh....he's typing right away, so he logged in to his account already huh......I wonder how he looks like

"Morning, handsome stranger. Just finished with my morning run, I'm reeked. Name's Joao,"

Fuck me, he's looking like a snack! Gonzalo's memory is filled with women and these repeated names of Carla that appeared in a lot of the memory, a girlfriend of Gonzalo apparently, but sorry to that woman, boyfriend is not going to celebrate Valentine's Day with her this year. I started to add my own input to Gonzalo's mind and make this body heated for the snack that is Joao on my screen, as I type my reply stating my interest to come over to check out how reeked he is. This two dudes might not actually know each other, but we don't really care about all that because what mattered for now is the fact that my boyfriend is inside of that man and I want to give him the love and fucking he deserved for his Valentine's Day

Once I receive the detail of his apartment location and another sultry selfie of his already taking off his musky cap and sweaty tanktop, I'm headed his way with the dog coming along with me.

The temperature in Rio is not that different with our hometown, so I find no problem strutting around over here through the walkways to the apartment located around 25 minutes walk from Gonzalo's residence. The people is definitely a lot more diverse and wearing a much-more revealing clothes compared to my hometown, but really, my mind just wandered to the idea of my boyfriend inside that taut Brazilian twunk, probably still sweaty with almost no clothings on already waiting for me. The colors of the street, the sight and senses of a new city, everything becomes secondary as I can feel the throbbing meat is accustomed to its owner's gay thoughts and just ready to be released from its cotton prison.

When I finally ring the bell of his apartment unit, the door opened quickly to the sight I simply cannot resist. I instantly lunged at him for a kiss and before long, we're already stripped naked from all our clothings as we consummate our Brazilian outings right here in this apartment while the sun shines nicely on us and the neighbors clearly can see us fucking each other but not gonna call police on us