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"Ahhhhn... oh my gosh this body is too sexy... mmmph, this cock is leaking so much already, oohhh... I can't stop milking it..."
Few minutes ago Clara's mind just slammed hard into the Nathan's towering muscular frame. Thanks to her own botched stupid wish, her soul now stuck for god knows how long inside his insanely perfect fit physique.
Her new fingers slid slow and deliberate down every sweat-glistened inch of those massive heaving pecs and carved eight-pack abs that now pulsed under her control. The warm ridges of her rock-hard stomach, pressing deep into the firm grooves as raw electric fire shot straight to the thick heavy cock swelling thick between her legs. A high-pitched girly moan tore from his full lips, soft and needy, quite unmatched with the rest of masculine exterior. Her hips rolling forward on instinct while the pleasure built thick and hot inside.
Outside the door, Nathan's bros froze mid-step, smirking wide as those unmistakable feminine moans drifted through the wood, figuring the heartthrob jock had scored another random chick again for a hard, raw, mid-day fuck like always. They laughed low, one muttering about how loud the bitch was getting.
Little did they know it was all Clara lost in the stolen hunky body of her crush, fondling every inch of that perfect sexy body and milking the pleasure for all it was worth without any plan to stop.
Best Roommate Ever
I woke up to the sound of the dorm shower shutting off and the heavy, wet footsteps of my roommate crossing the room.
Reece.
Even the name still sent a dark little thrill through me every single morning.
He stepped into the main room still dripping, curly brown hair plastered in messy, damp ringlets across his forehead, that signature half-smirk already tugging at his full lips like he knew exactly how ridiculous he looked and didn’t give a single fuck. Water and sweat mixed on his skin, turning it into a glossy, golden map of muscle. Those heavy pecs rose and fell with each breath, the deep cleft between them shiny and inviting, dark nipples still tight from the cold water. His abs flexed and rippled as he towel-dried his hair, every ridge and cut standing out in sharp relief. The towel hung dangerously low on his hips, the thick root of his cock just barely hidden, the heavy bulge shifting with every step.
“Morning, nerd,” he rumbled in that deep, post-sleep baritone, voice still rough from sleep and the way he’d probably been moaning my name into his pillow an hour earlier. He caught me staring and flexed one arm lazily, watching the bicep peak and the veins stand out along his forearm. A bead of water traced down the curve of his pec, caught on the nipple, and dropped onto the floor. “You gonna keep eye-fucking me or you actually getting up today?”
I grinned, cock already thickening under the sheets. “What? I'm just appreciating the view. You look like you got run over by the protein truck again.”
Reece laughed, low and easy, and turned to grab his gym bag. The motion made those massive lats flare and that perfect bubble ass flex under the towel. He had no idea. No clue that a week ago he’d been my balding, beer-gutted, ranting homophobic father. No memory of the slurs, the lectures, the way he used to sneer at anything that wasn’t “normal.” All of that had been scrubbed clean by Chronivac.
Now he was Reece—my 22-year-old, 6'2", 225-pound bi jock roommate who thought we’d been sharing this dorm since freshman year. And he was mine in every way that mattered.
I waited until he left for his morning lift before I pulled out my phone and opened the app again. The interface glowed softly.
Target locked: Reece.
Status: Oblivious.
Reality stable.
I scrolled through the categories I’d already tweaked and felt my cock twitch at the memory of how it had all started.
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What happened exactly? It had been last Friday night.
My dad—Robert—had shown up at the dorm unannounced, same sour expression, same gut straining against his polo, same receding hair and judgmental eyes. He’d taken one look at the rainbow flag sticker on my laptop and launched into the usual bullshit about “real men” and “phases” and how I needed to “fix my shit before it’s too late.”
I’d smiled, nodded, offered him the pull-out couch, and waited until he passed out drunk on cheap beer and self-righteousness.
Then I opened Chronivac.
I’d set the parameters with shaking hands and a throbbing dick.
Name: Reece Thompson.
Age: 22.
Height: 6'2".
Weight: 225 lbs.
Body Type: Competition-ready jock, low body fat, maximal muscle density, tanned skin, thick curly brown hair, handsome face with natural smirk.
I’d spent a long time on the body sliders.
Shoulders: +40%.
Chest: +65% — heavy, rounded, deep cleavage, sensitive nipples.
Arms: 19-inch biceps, thick vascular forearms.
Abs: deep-cut 8-pack with sharp obliques.
Legs: tree-trunk quads, diamond calves, and an ass that would make grown men cry.
I previewed it and nearly came in my sweats at the render.
Cock & Balls: 8.5 inches soft, 10.5 hard, thick as a wrist, heavy low-hanging balls, constant precum production, high sensitivity, refractory period near zero.
Ass: Plump muscular bubble, tight when flexed but soft and greedy when relaxed, prostate hypersensitive.
Libido: Maximum. Always horny. Leaks easily. Gets hard from flexing, from being watched, from my voice.
Personality: Cocky, outgoing, gym-obsessed jock bro. Openly bisexual. Flirty with everyone. Secretly submissive and eager to please only around me—his “nerd roommate.” High confidence, zero homophobia, zero shame.
Awareness: Off. Full reality rewrite enabled.
Apply – Gradual Over 90 Minutes.
I hit that button. Then I sat in the dark and watched my father become my perfect roommate.
It started in his face. The snoring stopped for a second as the skin smoothed. Deep lines around his eyes and mouth faded like they’d never existed. His receding hairline surged forward, strands thickening, darkening, curling into those messy brown waves that now framed Reece’s face so perfectly. His jaw cracked softly and squared out, stubble reshaping into the light, sexy scruff that suited him. His lips parted on a sleepy sigh and settled into that permanent half-smirk. Even unconscious, he looked cocky and fuckable.
His neck thickened next, cords standing out, Adam’s apple more pronounced. When he mumbled something in his sleep it already sounded deeper, smoother, younger.
The chest was the part that made me pull my cock out and start stroking slow and tight.
Under the old polo, his soft tits began to swell. The fabric stretched with a quiet creak. I watched the shape change—fat melting, muscle packing on in heavy, rounded slabs. His nipples pushed outward, darkening, growing sensitive enough that even in sleep one hand drifted up and rubbed across the new chest. The polo rode higher and higher as the pecs inflated, the deep valley between them forming right before my eyes. Throb… pulse… stretch… I could almost hear the tissues remolding. By the time the changes slowed, two heavy, meaty pecs strained the fabric, the outline of those fat nipples obvious. A bead of sweat already glistened in the new cleavage.
His gut followed, shrinking fast. The beer belly caved in with wet, sucking sounds I felt more than heard. Skin tightened. Muscle carved itself into existence—first the top row of abs, then the lower ones, deep cuts appearing between each block until an 8-pack sat where the paunch had been. His waist pulled in, creating that sharp V that arrowed straight down to his crotch. The polo was now comically tight, seams popping one by one with tiny pop-pop sounds as his lats and chest kept growing.
Shoulders broadened with dull cracks, delts capping, traps rising. His arms inflated like someone was pumping air into them. Biceps rounded and split, veins rising to the surface in thick ropes. The sleeves of the polo shredded at the seams with satisfying rrriip sounds. He shifted in his sleep, one new massive arm flopping over the edge of the couch, and I had to bite my knuckle to keep from moaning out loud.
Lower body next. His legs lengthened slightly as height adjusted, then packed with muscle. Quads swelled against his pants until the fabric stretched shiny and thin. Calves hardened into diamonds. And that ass—fuck, that ass. It rose and rounded, cheeks firming and lifting into two perfect, muscular globes that pushed the seat of his pants to the absolute limit. Stretch… swell… clench… I watched the fabric ride up between the cheeks as they grew. He was going to have the kind of ass that looked obscene in anything he wore.
The crotch was last and the best. Even asleep, his body knew what was happening. His cock began to lengthen down one thigh, thickening visibly, the bulge growing and shifting. Throb… pulse… thicken… The head pushed against the fabric, forming a clear outline. His balls swelled into heavy, churning orbs that made the fabric tent. Almost immediately the high libido kicked in—dark wet spot blooming at the tip of the bulge as precum started soaking through. His hips twitched. A low, unconscious groan left his new deeper voice. I stroked myself faster, matching the rhythm of his growing cock.
Over the next hour the changes refined. Skin tone warmed and tanned. A light dusting of hair appeared across the new pecs and abs, just enough to catch sweat and make everything glisten. The old clothes morphed—polo and pants becoming a tight black tank and gray gym shorts that barely contained the new body. When he finally stirred and sat up, stretching those massive arms overhead, pecs bouncing and flexing, he looked exactly like the man now living in my dorm.
“Shit, I crashed hard,” he said in that new voice, rubbing his face. The smirk appeared naturally. “Did you just let me sleep on the couch like a fucking animal, bro?”
I played it cool even though my cock was still leaking in my hand under the blanket. “You looked comfortable. Rough night?”
He stood, and the new body moved like it had always belonged to him. Shoulders rolling, pecs shifting, that heavy cock swinging in the loose shorts. “Nah. Just lifted late. You know how it is.” He scratched his abs absently, fingers tracing the new cuts. “Gonna shower. You need anything before I head out?”
I shook my head, watching the way his ass flexed as he walked away. The reality rewrite had already settled. In his mind we’d been roommates since freshman. My dad had “taken a job out of state.” No one questioned it. No one remembered the old version except me.
And I made sure to enjoy every second of the new one.
Over the next few days I made small, delicious adjustments while he was awake and oblivious.
Tuesday afternoon he was in the middle of push-ups on the dorm floor, tank top soaked through, curly hair falling into his eyes. I sat at my desk pretending to study and opened Chronivac.
Chest size +8%.
Nipple sensitivity +20%.
Apply gradual.
I watched as Reece's pecs swell right there on the floor. Each rep made them bounce heavier, fuller. The tank stretched tighter. His nipples, already sensitive from the first round of changes, darkened and pebbled visibly against the fabric. He grunted through the set, sweat dripping from his chin onto the deep cleavage.
“Fuck, pump’s insane today,” he panted, completely unaware that every rep was making his chest grow. By the time he finished, those pecs were noticeably heavier, the tank looking painted on. He stood up, rolled his shoulders, and caught me staring. “What? You like the pump too, nerd?”
I swallowed. “Yeah. Looks good on you.”
He grinned that cocky grin and flexed both arms, then bounced his pecs deliberately. “These bad boys? Been growing like crazy lately. Must be the new protein shake.” He stepped closer, still breathing hard, musk rolling off him in waves. “You can feel these milkers if you want. Spotter’s privilege or whatever.”
Fuck yeah, I want it.
I reached out and ran both hands over the hot, sweat-slick juicy muscle. They were so full now, so heavy, bulging under my fingers. When I brushed his nipples he let out a soft, surprised nnnghhh and his cock twitched visibly in his shorts. A tiny wet spot appeared at the tip. He didn’t even seem to notice.
“Sensitive today,” he muttered, but he didn’t pull away. If anything he leaned into my touch, eyes half-lidded. That submissive streak I’d programmed was already showing. “Feels… good when you do it, though.”
I squeezed gently and watched his eyes flutter. “Yeah? Maybe I should spot you more often.”
He laughed, low and breathy. “You know what, maybe you should.”
By Thursday I’d added more. Bigger balls. Higher cum volume. Ass sensitivity cranked. And a little extra spice, whenever he was around me and horny, he’d start leaking steadily without realizing it. Reality made sure no one else noticed the wet spots or the constant bulge. Only I got to see how desperate he really was.
That night he came back from the gym looking like a hot mess—curly hair damp, skin glistening, chest pumped and shiny, that smirk in full effect. He dropped his bag, peeled the soaked tank off with a wet schlick, and tossed it aside. Those heavy pecs bounced free, nipples tight and dark. Sweat ran in rivulets down the deep cleft and over the carved abs. He caught me looking and didn’t even pretend to be shy.
“Shower’s all yours if you want it,” he said, but he didn’t move toward the bathroom. Instead he stepped closer, still in those low gym shorts that clung to his thick thighs and the massive, half-hard bulge. The wet spot at the tip was obvious now, fabric dark and clinging to the fat head of his cock. “Or… you could help me cool down first.”
I stood up. My own cock was already rock hard. “How do you want me to help, Reece?”
"Hmmmm, I don't know," He licked his lips, eyes flicking down to my bulge and back up. The cocky jock mask slipped just enough to show the hunger underneath. “Been thinking about your hands on me all day. That spot you gave me the other night? Fuckkkk. Couldn’t stop replaying it.” He reached down and adjusted himself, the thick length shifting heavily. A fresh bead of precum soaked through. “You make me so fucking hard lately, bro. Is that weird?”
I stepped in until our bodies almost touched. The heat rolling off him was incredible. “Not weird at all. I like it. You like it.”
His breath hitched when I ran my palms up his sweat-slick chest, thumbs circling those sensitive nipples. He groaned—deep, needy—and his cock jumped, another pulse of precum darkening the shorts even more. “Nngh—fuck, you're right, nerd. I like your hands…”
I leaned in and licked a stripe up the center of his chest, tasting salt and musk and pure jock. He shuddered, one big hand coming up to grip the back of my neck, not pushing me away but holding me there. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and he actually whimpered, hips bucking forward so that massive bulge pressed against my stomach.
“Bed,” I murmured against his skin. “Now.”
He went willingly, that big body dropping onto the mattress like he’d been waiting for the command. I stripped him the rest of the way and just stared for a second. The cock that sprang free was obscene—thick, veiny, ten and a half inches of throbbing meat, heavy balls drawn up tight, the head already shiny and leaking a steady stream. His ass flexed as he spread his legs for me, hole already twitching.
I took my time. Sucked that fat cock until my jaw ached and his moans filled the room. Schlick… slurp… gluck… He leaked constantly, sweet and salty on my tongue, hips rolling in little desperate circles. When I finally pulled off he was panting, curly hair sticking to his forehead, pecs heaving.
“Fuuuccckkk meeee,” he begged, voice rough. “Pleeeeaseee, roomie. Need it.”
I prepped him slow and thorough, two fingers, then three, watching his greedy hole swallow them. Every brush over his prostate made his cock jump and spurt more precum onto his abs. By the time I pushed inside him he was babbling—cocky jock talk mixed with desperate begging.
“Holyyyy shittt—yeah, stretch me out—FUCK, your dick feels so good in my ass—been wanting this all week—nngh, deeper, bro, please—”
I fucked him hard and deep, watching those heavy pecs bounce with every thrust, abs flexing, curly hair bouncing, that handsome face slack with pleasure. His cock slapped wetly against his stomach, smearing precum everywhere. The sounds were filthy—skin on skin, wet squelch of lube and precum, his broken moans, my own grunts. I reached down and stroked him in time with my thrusts and he came with a shout, thick ropes painting his chest, some landing on his own face and in his open mouth. His ass clamped down so hard I saw stars and followed him over the edge, pumping deep inside that perfect, twitching hole.
Afterward he lay there wrecked and gorgeous, cum cooling on his skin, chest still heaving, that lazy post-orgasm smirk back in place. He reached up and dragged a finger through the mess on his pec, then sucked it clean with a filthy little sound.
“Round two in ten?” he asked, already half-hard again.
I laughed, low and satisfied, and reached for my phone where it sat on the nightstand. Chronivac still open. I could already see the next tweaks I wanted—maybe make that cock even thicker, or add a little more submissiveness so he’d beg prettier, or turn up the nipple sensitivity until he could cum just from me playing with his chest.
Reece—my Reece—stretched like a big satisfied cat, completely oblivious, completely mine.
“Whatever you want, roomie,” I said, already sliding the sliders. “I’ve got all night.”
And I did. The Chronivac glowed. His body was already starting to respond again, cock twitching, nipples tightening, that perfect ass clenching in anticipation he didn’t understand.
I smiled and hit Apply.
The night was just getting started.
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Weeks blurred into the best semester of my life. Reece just being a perfect roommate for me in every single way. He's the perfect jock bro who somehow anticipated every need before I even voiced it. He’d wake up early to make me protein-packed breakfasts, shirtless and still sleepy, those heavy pecs swaying as he flipped eggs and hummed off-key. He quizzed me on lecture notes while doing sets of push-ups between my desk and the bed, his pumped chest glistening, that cocky smirk flashing every time I got an answer right. After long nights hunched over textbooks he’d pull me into his lap, big hands kneading the knots out of my shoulders and back until the massage inevitably turned filthy.
And you know the rest of it. He’d fuck me slow and deep right there in the desk chair, one arm braced beside my open textbook, the other stroking my cock in time with his thrusts, whispering encouragement between kisses until we both came in a messy, groaning tangle. And every single time he acted like it was the most natural thing in the world for a bi jock to dote on his stressed-out roommate like this. He had no idea how perfectly I’d programmed him to be exactly what I needed.
Exam week hit hard. I was a wreck—eyes bloodshot, shoulders locked, barely sleeping, stress radiating off me in waves. Reece noticed immediately. He didn’t push, just brought me extra snacks, left little encouraging notes on my desk like “You’re gonna crush it, roomie”, and gave me those long, grounding hugs that always ended with his hand sliding into my sweats for a quick, filthy handjob that left me boneless and a little less panicked. This morning he’d kissed the back of my neck before heading out, murmuring, “Text me if it gets too much. I’ve got you.” I thought that was it.
I was already sitting in class, and almost everyone had already left. One exam was over, and two more were left. I took a deep breath as my phone lit up with a message from him.
Reece:
Hey stressed boy. Saw how tense you looked when you left. Figured my favorite nerd needed something to take the edge off before that exam. Don’t overthink it. You’ve got this. I’m so fucking proud of you.
Come home after and I’ll help you celebrate properly. Love you, bro 💪❤️🍆
Attached was a video.
I opened it with shaking hands, already half-hard from the tone alone.
“Figured you needed a reminder of what’s waiting for you when that exam’s over,” he rumbled, voice low and intimate like he was right there in the room with me.
“Been thinking about you all morning, roomie. How haaaarddd you’re working… how gooood you’re gonna look when you ace this shit.” He wrapped his big hand around the shaft and started stroking—slow, deliberate, wet schlick-schlick sounds filling the audio as more precum leaked steadily, dripping onto the tile between his feet. His balls hung heavy and full, swinging with every stroke.
"These are all pumped for you. Wish you were here so I could shove your face between them while you study.” His strokes sped up, the head of his cock flaring, the wet sounds getting louder and messier.
“Gonna cum for you right now, bro. Think about this load painting your chest later… or filling that tight ass after your exam. You deserve it. You’re gonna do so fucking good.” His breathing grew ragged, that handsome face tightening with pleasure, the cocky smirk melting into something raw and desperate. “Nngh—fuck—here it comes—FUCKKKK—watch me, roomie—”
Reece came hard, thick ropes of cum erupting across his abs and up onto those heavy pecs, some splattering his chin and lower lip. He kept stroking through it, milking every pulse, hips jerking, deep groans echoing in the locker room. When it finally slowed he brought the camera back up to his cum-streaked chest and smirked again, licking a stray drop from his lip.
“There. Now go crush that exam like the smart, sexy nerd you are. I’ll be waiting. Love you.”
The video ended on that smirk and those glistening, cum-covered pecs.
I set the phone down, took a deep breath, and turned back to my notes with a small, private smile. The exam suddenly felt manageable. And when it was over, I knew exactly who would be waiting—shirtless, smirking, already half-hard and ready to help me celebrate in the filthiest, most caring way possible.
Thanks to Chronivac, my annoying homophobic dad was nothing but a distant memory. In his place was Reece—my perfect, ridiculously devoted, best jock roommate ever who somehow always knew exactly how to take care of me.
And I was never letting him go.
Mystic Shop:Shortcut to success
The path as an actor is quite difficult, that is something I understand very well.Okay, but what I don't quite understand is that almost six years have passed and I still haven't made any progress.
The voice in the head of Has, an ordinary-looking young man, is thinking while working on the set of the film.
He graduated from the Faculty of Acting and majored in acting many years ago. He was praised as a very talented actor by both his teachers and friends, but his chance to act was overlooked simply because he looked ordinary.
While he was thinking about the past, he saw a handsome young man who was the main character in this group.
Raven, the handsome young man who was the hero of this filming, made Ash a little unhappy because Ash could clearly see that his acting ability was very low. He acted stiffly like a robot, or maybe a robot could act better than that. Ash could only think to himself.
After the group of people left, Ash could only hold back his dissatisfaction as he walked along the quiet street, and then he heard someone shout, "Hey, big brother, come in."
เHe turned to look at the source of the voice and saw a handsome young man wearing a simple waiter's uniform calling him into a strange shop. The sign in front of the shop said, "We can help you change your life." As he walked into the hot room, he heard sweet words.
Do you want to be successful? It seems like you are taking a long time but the results are not coming to you yet?
The young employee asked openly.
Not arrogant about anything, Hass admits, “Yes, it’s been a long time since I’ve had that opportunity.”
Then you're in luck, we can help you. The young clerk turned under the counter and picked up a leather jacket.
This is a special jacket that allows the wearer to possess his or her body just by wearing the jacket as part of him or her.
We will put your soul into the jacket ourselves. You will fall asleep and wake up in your new body. Do you agree?
Hearing that, Hass was interested, but he had a question. “If I put my soul in it, will I be able to make my new body wear this jacket?” Hass asked suspiciously, but the clerk smiled playfully before answering.
“Of course, our shop will take care of everything.” So to guarantee that we will make you into the shape you want, we will not charge you upfront, but you can pay when it is done. How about this?”
Hus saw nothing bad when the employee just reached out his hand to make a deal. He shook hands with the employee. “I agree.” When their hands shook, it was a contract that the deal was made. Suddenly, Hus started to feel sleepy. He slowly lost consciousness. The last thing he saw was the employee smiling with his eyes full of satisfaction.
Huss came to a strange state of consciousness. He felt that his body was very light. When he looked closely, he could not move at all. He found that he had turned into a jacket.
She said as she walked away that someone had carried him up to the wardrobe and had someone put him on.
Hus found out that the person wearing him was Raven. He was a little shocked, but he felt satisfied to receive Raven's body from him. He felt that he was merging with Raven's body. Everything about Hus slowly turned dark again…
Raven's Corner
Today I have to continue filming this movie. I'm a little bored with the people on set who are gossiping about my acting being too stiff.
**After putting on the jacket**
I feel like I can perform better with this weird feeling like something is flowing through me, but I accept it.It made me able to act more naturally but ahhh the more I accepted it the more my body became uncontrollable. Ahhh the worst it made me horny it made me hard all the time.I can't stand it anymore. Aaaah no, I just finished in my pants and they're so wet now. Why is everything getting darker…,,,
Raven's body twitched for a moment before opening her eyes. Hass had now taken over Raven's body.
From now on, I'll take care of it myself. Let's see how well I can portray you, Raven. Wow, it looks like someone just finished in his pants. I'll definitely continue at your house, Raven, no, mine, lol.
After 1 year
The handsome young actor Raven has been nominated for the Best Leading Actor award. He can give a great performance. The headlines are like this, I feel shy.
Hass in Raven's body lives as Raven. He can act as Raven smoothly without anyone knowing. He gets up and goes to take a photo, thinking to himself, "Thanks to this body, I've come this far, but I should thank the Mystic Shop for helping me get this body. Ah, I feel so good in this body. Ah, it seems I made his brother hard again by accident. I'll have to work so I can have fun."
I'm trying to get my backlog of requests sorted out before the new year. I hope you like it. See you on the next one.
"Damn.....ganteng juga nih anak, sorry ya, badan lo gue pinjem dulu,"
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"Damn......this boy is pretty darn good-looking, sorry, I have to borrow your body in the meantime,"

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“Forest Story”
Hello, we are A.J., one of the employees of the Mystic Shop. Today, I will introduce a place where we often carry out our operations. Somewhere in the world lies a beautiful natural forest that attracts countless tourists. But little do they know, hidden within that forest are creatures capable of possessing and controlling human bodies.
The creatures living in that forest are driven by instinct to take over the bodies of whatever beings appear the strongest and most impressive at that moment. Their primary targets are human males. Why not give an example?
(We have even captured, trained, and sold many of them ourselves. Also, a certain kind of energy within that forest greatly strengthens the process of possession and other supernatural abilities there.)
Start with this case: did you know that for hiking enthusiasts, a face mask is a staple? But little did they know, a unique forest leech was hiding within that very mask. The moment they covered their mouth, it lunged in, instantly taking over their body. It even grew fond of its new human form.
Wow, so the solution is just to check your face mask thoroughly for anything suspicious, right? Yes, that’s one way to survive—but don't forget, humans have far more entry points than just the mouth."
Jack thought his foreign student roommate was way too uptight, totally wasting his great build. So Jack kindly shared some mind-relaxing music with him. Now the roommate has loosened up — maybe a little too much — but Jack's got no complaints. In fact, he’s really enjoying the view.
Becoming an American
(GrowingGuys redux)
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“Give me that bottle.” Uncle Arturo ordered in his new, bro voice.
Javier handed him the bottle of water and Uncle Arturo took several chugs of it and then dumped the rest over himself, rolling his shoulders forward, cracking his neck.
“These gringos aren’t adapted for this type of climate.” He said wiping off his brow and rubbing the cold liquid all over his built physique.
Javier was planning on moving to America to start a new life, but he had been arrested a few times in his home country of Mexico on some bullshit trespassing charges. Too many rich white people were buying up land for their massive vacation homes, and wandering one of his favorite childhood beaches quickly became wandering around “someone else’s ‘private’ beach.” Honestly, is there anything dumber than the concept of a “private beach?” It’s land connected to the ocean, for fuck’s sake. Plus, coming into America was a pain in the ass because of Customs and Border Patrol. Lucky for him, it turned out his Uncle Arturo had a more permanent solution; all you need is his special pills and an American. Uncle Arturo had picked up this particular one at a spring break resort. They had lured him to their home, promising him that he’d get some free pussy at our place. Americans love exploiting Mexico, for vacations, for drugs, for our culture, and especially for our women. Uncle Arturo gave him the little black pill promising it would make him fuck like a god, and of course he took it greedily, but it wasn’t long before he was just an empty husk. Moments later, Uncle Arturo had slipped on the American boy and seemed to be picking up all of the mannerisms and memories of the boy within the minutes following.
“Isn’t it hot in there?” Javier asked.
“There’s no ‘in there,’ I’m him now,” Uncle Arturo answered.
“Wait, so you’re completely American? Him?”
“As much American as this boy is… er, was.”
“So I get the pills, too?”
“Well, you get two pills, one for you and one for him, so don’t fuck this up,” you could always trust Uncle Arturo to tell you exactly how it is. “I’ll get back to his vacation group at the resort. I’ll meet you where we agreed in a week. Remember: BE CAREFUL at the border. Those gringo cabrónes are so on edge all the time, always anxious to pull a trigger. Just be compliant and get one of the Americans alone. Got it?”
“Got it, tío.”
Arturo, or Arturo in his new American jock body, handed Javier the little black pill, they exchanged a hug goodbye and some words of good luck, then Arturo started jogging back to the resort while Javier started preparing his journey.
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Javier sat on a folding chair near the wall of the Border Patrol office trailer while the buff American patrolman shuffled his papers. Javier was studying his impressive arms as he looked down at the papers. This guy was definitely older than Uncle Arturo’s American, but only maybe by a few years. Probably in his late 20’s, he guess-timated. He looked damn good, though, and he better have been since Javier was going to be him in a few moments. Javier was no slouch, he had taken care of his body pretty damn well all his life, and he hoped whomever he became spent as much time on theirs as he had his.
“Officer Frank Taylor, kid. And you are… Ja-vare? Like Les Mis?” the officer began with a chuckle.
“Javier.” Javier corrected, rolling his eyes.
“Javier. Not that it matters. Bottom line is you’re going back where you came from. No America. You understand? Comprende?” he butchered the last word in a comically southern American dialect.
“I speak English, gringo.”
“I see. Well, you’re also going to get some charges for trying to enter illegally. Some more stains you can add to your… colorful record.”
Javier sighed, “I guess it was worth trying.”
“What, just walking in?”
“Yeah. It wasn’t the best choice, I guess. Overconfidence. Just a side effect.”
Officer Taylor looked up, “Side effect? Of what?”
Javier smirked. ‘Gotcha,’ he thought. This guy looked like a recreational user. “Just some stuff my uncle gave me.”
“Oh yeah? What’s the name?”
“No name, just good stuff. Makes you feel like a god. When I was walking up to the border, I felt like I was 50 feet tall, like I could just step over the fence. It boosts your confidence or whatever. It just makes you just want to pump some iron, you know what I mean?” he flexed his impressive arms in display, adding to his already impressive performance. “Plus, it gives you a crazy sex drive.”
Officer Taylor was noticeably intrigued, “You don’t say… You, uh… Um… Do you have any on you?”
Javier did his best to hide his excitement. He had this guy wrapped around his little finger, “Yeah, man, just one.”
“Typical Mexicans… y’all are like a walking drug store.”
Javier winced at the insult. No matter, the guy would be a husk in a moment. He produced the little black pill from his pocket, “Yeah, man. Hey, if you like it, just tell your friends. It’ll give it a head on the market.”
Officer Taylor took it from his hand, “Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. But I’m keeping your information. You may have just gotten yourself an American pay pig.” He popped it in his mouth.
“Sure, man. How you feeling?”
Officer Taylor stood there for a moment, not really feeling much of anything. Suddenly his eyes widened and he stumbled back on his two feet, as if shocked by a sudden rush in his anatomy. He was holding his head, “Aw, man, a little woozy. A bit hot.”
“Yeah, uh, it’s the energy kicking in. You feel pumped yet?”
“I’m feeling something,” Officer Taylor was unbuttoning his shirt and flinging it off, pulling his undershirt away from his body repeatedly to fan himself, and stumbling around a bit.
“50 feet tall, right? Like I said. Man, you look it. You look fuckin’ jacked.” Javier stood up and approached him. “Check out those pecs! They look like their bursting. And your fuckin’ arms, man…” He groped Officer Taylor all over, his body already beginning to feel more malleable and empty.
“Yeah, man, I feel like a giant. You like those fuckin’ pecs, fence hopper?” He started bouncing his pecs for Javier. “Oh, man, the fuck did you give me? It’s so hot… so hot…” Officer Taylor was wiping his forehead. He started talking off his pants. His thick cock sprung through the slit in his boxers, pointing erect and pink and angry at Javier, “Oh, fuck! Hahaha! Look at that! I guess you’re right about the sex drive! Hahahaha!” he slurred drunkenly.
“Woah, man, relax a bit.” Javier urged, not really sure if he did want Officer Taylor to relax a bit. This was hot as shit.
Officer Taylor giggled and collapsed into Javier in a hug, who stumbled back feeling the weight of the officer against him and his thick, massive erection poking hard against his abs. He dropped Officer Taylor with a thud, who landed on the floor in a giggly moan. He felt himself all over, pushing his meaty fingers into a quickly emptying body. He took a deep breath and exhaled for a very long time. It seemed as though all of the air in his body was leaving. He still had a faint breath. Javier knew what to do.
Repeating what he saw Uncle Arturo perform a few days earlier, Javier disrobed all of his clothes and took his pill. He immediately felt the effects and stumbled a little bit himself, but not as dramatically as Officer Taylor. He felt like rubber, super malleable, compressible, and flexible. He—oh fuck, he was like rubber! He pulled an arm back and it bend backwards at the elbow, as if his joints didn’t matter. He giggled and did the same with his fingers. He twisted his upper body powerfully left and right and made his upper body twist at his hips way past what was humanly possible. He brought a hand up to his head and started twisting it, and it pivoted around and around his head like a corkscrew. ‘I must look like that freaky bitch from that demon movie,’ he thought with a chuckle. He wanted to fool around some more with this new ability, but he knew that time was of the essence and that someone would come to check on the two of them sooner or later.
He didn’t have to worry about cameras, fuckers like Officer Taylor always preferred that rooms like this lacked any camera so they could rough people up as much as they wanted to without worrying about complaints from the higher ups. He moved over to Officer Taylor’s body and kicked it with his bare foot. It gave in a bit, as though it were empty of any bones and organs. Javier sat down over his head, straddling the top of the officer’s head with his groin. He was hard as a rock at this point and took advantage of his rubber body one last time. He gripped onto his hardened shaft and yanked, watching it stretch out impossibly long, thinning as it went. He giggled like a a child discovering a new hobby. After his arm was fully extended, he let go—bad choice—as his hardened, stretched out cock snapped back and slapped with a fleshy snapping sound against his groin at full force. He groaned and gripped onto his pulverized balls in pain. He massaged them back to life, cursing himself for being so ridiculous. He played with his sack a little bit, stretching out his scrotum and watching his nuts hang impossibly low with fascination. Alright, enough fooling around.
He repositioned himself over Officer Taylor, straddling his head. He remembered watching Arturo just… dip his hand into the tourist’s mouth and it opened up like a sleeping back. He shrugged and did the same with Officer Taylor. His lips widened and stretched as though his face were made out of super stretchy elastic, and then fed the tip of his feet in. He felt minor suction and again remembered what Arturo did. He pinched Officer Taylor’s nose and Javier took a deep breath. Immediately, the powerful suction from within officer Taylor’s began and he felt himself being drawn into his mouth. Slowly, Javier’s feet were sucked in, then after he was past his ankles, his legs and torso were sucked in as though covered in oil. As Javier was fed into the officer’s mouth, he could see the officer’s feet vibrating to life, like something was filling them up like a sack of water. He wiggled his toes and saw that the officer’s feet wiggled the same way. It was like his body was elongating to match the officer’s size. More importantly, it was working. Javier could feel himself getting hard again at the sight of him being sucked into the officer. Once his erect member passed though the officer’s expanding mouth, he could feel it filling into the cop’s member. Damn, this white boy was packing! His cock felt thicker and longer than his own by a mile, and he by no means had a little dick. Once he was up to his own toned chest, he let go of the officer’s nose and fed his arms into the tight opening, immediately feeling the rush of power with the officer’s huge arms. He could feel his neck sliding in and took a deep breath as the officer’s mouth closed in around his head on his own mouth. It was all blackness as he could feel the features of his head expanding and reshaping, as his body felt like it was undergoing the last of the expanding into the shape of the officer’s body. He last felt like if he were to climb out of the body right now, he would have the exact shape and size of Officer Taylor—a yummy shape and size indeed.
He felt like he was going to black out from holding his breath when he sharply inhaled, opening his eyes, seeing his new heaving chest in the lower periphery of his vision. He stood up, stumbling a little bit with his new height and weight, looking over and flexing his new body. It really worked! Not that he hadn’t already seen it firsthand, but he’d never done something like this before.
He knew he had to act fast to cover himself. He picked up his button down, wrapped it around his fist, and punched the window against the wall of the portable, shattering the glass. He grabbed a shard and reached around to stab himself in the back—not enough to do real damage, but enough to be convincing—and screamed at the pain, and collapsed on the floor for his performance as the other officers charged though the door asking what was wrong.
“The hell kinda mess did you get yourself in, Taylor?” asked an older, paunchier border patrol officer.
“He fought like hell! Tore my goddamn shirt off me! Fuck, the kid broke the window and got away! I tried grabbing him but he shanked me before I could. He was doped up on some performance enhancing drugs, he told me. Dirty fuckin’ fence hopper…” Javier—or rather Frank Taylor now—felt weird saying such an insulting thing but he had to be convincing.
“Drugs or not, we’re supposed to be prepared for this kinda shit, Taylor. You know that’s gonna be a suspension for you. Boys,” he called out to the men outside, “get the ATVs and see if you can catch that Mexican delinquent fucker,” the older man ordered. “Clean yourself up, Taylor.” He walked away with revulsion.
‘Aaaand scene!’ Javier thought with a slight smile. He fucking did it. He was an American now.
———
He was right; Frank was suspended without pay for two weeks. But that didn’t matter; he was going to be quitting that fascist fucking shit heap job before he would be able to come back anyways. Maybe he’d go to school, like he always wanted. Find something to do with engineering, since he always had a knack for solving problems and tinkering with machinery. Wouldn’t be an issue paying for it, either. He could definitely strip on the side with a body like this, get paid some damn good money, too.
Frank/Javier got in his truck, noticed that there was a smelly gym back sitting in the backseat, and decided ‘Why not?’ and drove to the gym in Texas, USA, channeling Frank’s memories. He lifted some iron—and more than he ever had before, goddamn this white boy’s got beef—and gave himself a nice pump. He went to the showers and jacked off for the first time with another man’s equipment, feeling powerful, reborn, and hung like a horse, it was irresistible. People stared and groaned at his display, but he didn’t give a shit. He felt and looked like a god among men. Once he was out, he opened Frank Taylor’s phone, downloaded a hookup app, and snapped a picture. Maybe he’d get to break in this body—cock and asshole—before meeting up with his uncle.
Because the only thing better than a good workout pump is letting that dong THROB inside that compression gear, let the blood PUMP itself to make that DONG fat and LEAKING mid-flex, pulling you deep into GOON BLISS
It's like he's possessed by the goon-virus, don't you think so? @goon-bate
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Aiman stepped off the rickety intercity bus into the dusty lane of his hometown on the outskirts of Jakarta, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows over the familiar wooden houses and narrow alleys. At just 18, fresh from six years at the pesantren in East Java, he looked every bit the ideal santri: body built and toned from years of communal living, service and prayer, dressed in a crisp white koko shirt with black buttons, matching white trousers, and a simple white peci cap perched neatly on his short black hair. His voice is soft, almost melodic, when he greeted his parents at the gate.
“Assalamualaikum, Umi… Abi. I’m home.”

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I'm somewhere in the Philippines and getting bored, so I head to a clinic to see if I can find a good body to take over. The first area is full of women and kids, not really my scene... So, I float to another area and spot him: a hot, athletic guy with a great face and sporty hair, sleeping with his mouth open.
Mmmm, perfect! I drift closer to check him out. Damn, he is really hot…and his sleeping expression is turning me on. I sniff his neck holy shit, he smells amazing… like a blend of sporty cologne and manly sweat. I touch his face and run my fingers through his hair. Hehehe, he isn’t aware of me at all. Then I touch and squeeze his chest, and he lets out a soft moan, "Nnhh..." as if he's dreaming. Aww, he looks so cute. I can't resist any longer, so I lunge into his open mouth and force my way into his body. He immediately jerks and makes a choking sound, "Hck!" as I slip into his body. His throat bulges, and I can feel him waking up, getting all confused and overwhelmed as I rapidly take control of him. With a final push, I am fully in the driver’s seat…
"Haaaah..." I let out a deep, satisfied sigh. I look at my new hands and touch my face, then feel my chest and abs. His pecs twitch as I grope them. This is purrrfect! And nobody around me seems to notice anything weird, the guy next to me is still sleeping too. I cup and rub his crotch, warm and thick. I peek into his shorts and wow, this man is packing! His cock is even leaking a bit…I can't wait to have some fun with my new cock! 😋 Then, I raise my arm and sniff my sweaty armpit, "Ohooo..." Sour and musky... he is perfect for me and he is all mine to control. Guess I'll stay as him for my vacation in the Philippines until I find a new man I like.
Every disguise I made so far hehe 😁 channeling my inner Jake Archer from Criminal Case! I can be any guy you want and turn your fantasy to reality~ My favorite is definitely Chris Redfield disguise~ ❤️
Who should be my disguise next??
I used Nano Banana Gemini AI to generate these

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We have to go now, Ditto! You have to change to someone else! Who you'll... Oh... Good choice.
Asked Ditto to change to my celeb crush. Mannn he looks so hot even in person….😍 Well, guess who is going to have a lot of fun tonight~ 🤤 my dicky is ready ready
I used Gemini Nano Banana Pro. Inspired by oomfie @yuighjvbn123
Can't resist to try it by myself hahaha thank you @putradisguiser