#alien shapeshift

Joao found himself on the floor of his dorm unit in the morning after a night out he barely remembered. To his surprise, someone quite tall and imposing is already standing several meters away from the place he fell asleep wearing some of his clothing that fitted perfectly to his body, raising questions in Joao's mind

"Dude.....who are you?"

Imagine his surprise when that person stripped the hoodie and turned around to reveal that he's the exact copy of him!

"Good morning, Joao. Finally, you're awake, time for extraction,"

Right before he managed to scream, the copy already leaped at him ready to inflict sizable damage to the barely awake Joao. But, it's not like there can be 2 of them anyway.....

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Robbie remembered that he felt awful after that full-day test. He especially felt drowsy as soon as the institute's one out of many instructor injected him with the bright blue vial, he barely got any energy left to do evening workout as he headed straight to his dorm yesterday evening. He actually never felt this awful ever since his first day at the Hiper (High-Performing) Institute and if traced back, never once in his life he felt this sort of unbearable soreness and bloated sensation. That's why the first thing that come to mind when he spotted a perfect copy of himself standing right at the edge of his bed is that there must be something that fucked him up and this might be an allergic reaction or some sort. But, the voice of that strange copy, the way his body can feel all the bodily sensation, and the fact that this vision of a double never go away even after he put on his glasses and chug the glass of water next to his bed, he's started to tremble in fear at the prospect of having a double of himself literally watching and towering over him.

"What the fuck is this BS? Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm you, Robbie. But better. For starter, I'm stronger, much stronger than you, and I'm going to break the competition's record with ease and no substance whatsoever will be detected on me because this is all naturally me,"

"What the fuck are you talking about, you fre---"

"Yeah, don't bother. Everything of physical essence of you has been drained to create me. There's only one thing left of yours that I need to take,"

As the double grabbed his glasses, he started to open his mouth but unlike regular human mouth, it stretched beyond belief and a tiny serpent-like creature emerged from its throat

The serpent-like throat-being quickly wrapped itself around Robbie's head to silence him and then darted right through his ear as it started to suck on Robbie's brain.

Minutes later, Robbie's deflated body already tucked inside a duffel bag ready to be thrown out. Meanwhile, the copy, now fully immersed in Robbie's memory, started to record the regular morning routine the real Robbie always do, complete with his iconic glasses

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Ezra watched with confusion how Bradley and Jamar got away with the dope clearly injected to their body by the coaches in this institute as their test result came back negative earlier today. Ezra risked his future when he became a whistleblower to reveal a corrupt system in a sporting centre claiming to create natural sporting champions, and for that to be proven otherwise devastated him. It's only a matter of time before the school's managed to trace that he was the one snitching the school's coaches and students to the Athletic Fairness Board. Is this jealousy in him after seeing Jamar and Bradley improved so much within weeks while he remained stagnant? But he clearly saw that injection and how Jamar did not even able to run with the same pace and intensity as him throughout the whole course, so there must be something in that injection he didn't know and also undetected by the Board. Or maybe.....the board worked together with the school to create unbeatable national champions that can maintain the country's dominance in global level? That's possible......but he just sensed that it's not the case here. In the meantime, the vitamin shot given by Estelle proven to work wonders for him so he's probably going to ask for more while also investigate what sort of vitamin complex is in it.

But, before he can even do that, as he walked to the sauna chamber, an unbelievable sight surprised him, his body leaving the sauna chamber with Estelle moaning his name and still touching herself

"Looks good, don't you think?" smirked his copy, utter confusion painted on Ezra's face

"She's such a brilliant chick. He knows you pretty well so that's why instead of using the coaches, we used your childhood friends to do the bidding for us. Those vitamin shots? That's me, baby,"

Still slack-jawed and haven't framed his thought to whatever blabber delivered by this exact clone of himself, the clone suddenly grabbed him by the throat and smirked

"Say my sorry to the real Estelle, her likeness served us well and I think you'll be happier with her up there,"

And just like that, the alien darted right to Ezra's brain, sucking the man's dry from his life force and ensuring that there's only one Ezra's left......

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Ken was out at the mall for a day to himself. Just out of a situationship, he was trying to get his head out of this funk he had been stuck in. He left his favorite k-pop store and clothes shopping when he finally made his way home. The bus towards his apartment was eerily quiet tonight, only him, the driver, and some man wearing some form of shroud were on the dimly lit bus complete with color changing led atmosphere lighting.

When he got to his stop, the shrouded figure followed him, but Ken's clouded mind didn't allow him to perceive it yet. He walked into his little studio apartment and quickly headed into the restroom to do what every conventionally attractive male usually does when he has new clothes, take thirst trap photos.

The shrouded figured entity lodged the studio window open while Ken remained in the restroom admiring his own physique. As Ken turned off the light and returned to the dark apartment he bumped into the figure. Too stunned to scream, the tall dark figure knocked Ken out and tied him up on the ground.

Revealing itself to no one, the shrouded figure took off its cloak to reveal its status as an extraterrestrial alien. Its dark grey skin and giant deep dark eyes gazed at the passed out college student on the ground. Placing one finger-like digit on Ken's head, the alien began to light up as he began absorbing a new form.

Slowly, the giant lanky grey alien form began shrinking in height, structural bones cracked as musculature grew into slabs on the aliens arms, legs, chest, and stomach. Hair began sprouting on its head as the giant dark eyes it previously had turned into tinier ones with pupils and white areas. The alien began to blink its new eyelids and move every facial feature on its new face as if trying on a new item of clothing for the first time.

The real Ken began waking up to see the alien beginning to take his form, shocked back into silence. He wouldn't believe what was happening in front of him if someone else had told him about it. Moments later the alien noticed Ken waking up and moved to tie up the human's mouth and a tossed shirt on the floor to hide his eyes. All Ken could do was squirm as he already knew the truth that an imposter was stealing his identity. As his muffled screaming and wrapped up limbs couldn't be heard as he lived on the first floor of the complex.

An unclothed doppelganger of Ken now stood above the real one. The alien looked at the one on the floor wearing clothing and began his process to emulate a real human. Rifling through the studio, it searched for clothing pieces to resemble an outfit.

Upon settling on random pieces, the alien began tinkering with Ken's phone left in the restroom. Unbeknownst to the piece of technology, it unlocked itself for the imposter as it then began downloading aspects of Ken's life from the many messages, internet search history, and of course images. The most recent ones catching the aliens attention, as it then put down the phone and began recording so it can begin emulating things the real Ken did.

The real Ken managing to get the shirt off his eyes and squirming enough to witness it all happen second by second.

The real Ken inched closer before finally managing to get the cloth out of his mouth. He yelled at the alien, catching him off guard. "Why are you doing this to me?!" Instead of flinching the alien turned nearly immediately and then approached Ken on the floor. Picking him up easily to sit him up on a nearby couch, the alien then moved in towards Ken's face. As the human continued to yell hysterically and eventually bite towards the alien in a sad attempt to defend himself, the alien placed their lips together. To many, finding out what it's like making out with yourself would be an erotic dream, but to the Ken it was a nightmare. He moved in protest and continued to scream but eventually the screams felt like they were being sucked right out of him.

When the alien moved away from Ken, the alien cleared his throat. "Testing human voice one, two, three. Thank you human Ken for that audio assimilation protocol. It's a necessity to allow us to communicate in the tongues of the dominant species. You may want to continue protesting, but that will no longer be a possibility, the protocol requires a complete stripping of the original specimen's communication ability."

Sure enough, Ken tried to speak but no sound was coming from his unblocked mouth anymore. The alien moved to get a syringe-like device from his cloak on the ground, approaching the real ken. "This is now the end of your donation period. Thank you for your participation, my kind will forever thank you for your participation."

The alien stabbed the syringe into Ken and quickly it took it's effect. Bones cracked as the stretched and reformed to make Ken significantly taller than before. Musculature shrunk into sinewy arm-like limbs. Hair began disappearing on his head as giant dark eyes took over his human ones. Ken now looked like the alien before his transformation. And before he could protest, the new "Ken" came up and "knocked him out" or so did the original Ken think. The new Ken turned from the now dead alien and returned back to his explicit examination of his new form.

I don't know what I was thinking when I drew this but... Would you keep the secret? 👀

"This dude, he's the biggest and most threatening person around here?" the alien said while looking at Carl's phone

"Y--yes," Carl answered, slightly stammered, his mind already raced several steps ahead as he witnessed the alien taking on its current form easily from a magazine earlier today

"Well, I would like to be him then," answered the alien rather directly, his sunglasses taken off right away as it concentrated to the form it saw on Carl's phone

And in a blink of an eye, the person in front of Carl's eyes shifted from a metrosexual and stylish "city men" into this beastly, muscular gymgoers with muscles that popped in all the right places. The person clothes also shifted to match the new persona's picture in the website, muscle tanks and sweats accentuated with egregious gold chain that really screamed "douchebag" yet it just fits the persona really well. As it opened its eyes, the alien just smiled

"I think I managed to get it pretty well, don't you think so?"

Carl's mouth instantly salivated. Fuck me, he thought to himself, this alien just easily shifted into his biggest nightmare and Carl's never been harder seeing his bully this up close and personal. But well, the shift is simply surface level at this stage. Carl noticed right away that the alien has none of the quality that made Braeden Howell as terrifying as he is. He looked way too nice, a bit too goofy with the facial expression and definitely has none of that instant musk that just slaps you on your face everytime Braeden and his posse walked in front of him. That's the homework that requires some fine-tuning, and the alien seemingly understand the incoming task

"So, you know where he's at? It's important to not only look like him for this transition to happen smoothly, but I need to get up close and personal so I can get everything I need from him,"

"Ohhh y--yeah...yes.....I definitely do know where he's at. Now, do you mind to switch seat so I can drive the car? And......maybe you can hide in the backseat? I think it's gonna be a weird and suspicious optic to have Braeden in the same car with me in the driving seat,"

"Oh no worries, I can just shift into my old form for convenience sake, one second,"

The gym is rather quiet, but that's exactly what Carl and his new alien fella needed. They waited inside the car for around 2 hours before coming out, and the wait seemed to be worth it as their primary target still busy posing by his own with his phone on record of all of the moves he did.

As they walked in, Carl still attempted to snuck around while the alien didn't waste its time to transform itself into Braeden's form. He subdued the receptionist right away and then after a bit of resistant from the smaller receptionist, the headlock proven to be enough to knock him out. Then, Carl followed behind the alien in Braeden's form to walk in to the gym floor and it's just in time for the real one to turn around and witnessed his doppelganger

"What the fuck??? And, the fuck nerd, what you doin' right here?" the real Braeden exclaimed, shock plastered on his face because what kind of Twilight Zone bullshit is he in with this presence of his doppelganger? Before Braeden could react any further, Carl's alien friend instantly lunged at the real Braeden, his massive arms putting extra pressure that turned the real Braeden blue quickly

"Hey there twin, nice to meet you, but I'm taking over from here," the alien friend said with a wide grin while choking the real Braeden super hard

Almost out of breath, Braeden surprise did not end there as the vice-like grip of his impostor calmed down yet suddenly he found himself kneeling right in front of his perfect copy. A sadistic grin appeared on the copy's face, before he grabbed Braeden's hair

"Say aaaa bro," and with a kick to his nuts, he yelped in pain and that's exactly when the fake Braeden inserted the thick, veiny cock that Braeden always pounded to any inviting warm pussy into the OG's mouth. Braeden of course gagged by it and even attempted to bite it, but a very painful slap that caused his ear to ring stopped him from doing such a stupid, desperate action as he realized that he really is in the mercy of his doppelganger aggresor.

But then, he realized that he felt like--- lost of wor--- memo---- and that's when he real---d that something is ent---ly wrong with his me--- the longer he let his throat pounded

As if losing life essence, the dick lodged in his mouth seemingly suck something out of him rather than him forced to suck the meaty appendage. It's like as if the footlong is actually a vacuum cleaner that sucked everything from inside and before long, Braeden started to lose consciousness while his impostor seemingly more flushed with life. In a brutal, yet classically Braeden move, the alien then grabbed the OG Braeden's neck and forced him to swallow every single inches, yet he's too limp already to make any worthwhile sucking. Before long, the OG Braeden eventually turned into this almost rubbery, empty and bony degenerate form that looked like a crumpled piece of flesh.

Carl's alien friend take the clothing that clung to Braeden's body and then put it on himself. The jockstrap framed his ass and cupped his cock really well and the shorts accentuated his hard-work for the leg day in the gym. To complete the look, the alien also fished Braeden's tanktop for him to wear and in just a matter of seconds, it's like as if Braeden always standing right then and there. He grabbed the weight still not returned by the real Braeden to the rack and seemingly started his rep while staring at Carl

"The fuck nerd, what you doin' right here?"

Carl cannot help but get hard on the perfect impersonation displayed by his extraterrestrial friend. The alien also noticed the swelling and put on a smirk

"Well, I know you always ogled at me, but this time, you're a full-blown perv for coming over to my gym. Can't blame you though, I'm that irresistible,"

Carl eyes widened. Shit. A pre......if this doppelganger Braeden opens up his mouth once more, he knows he's finished!

"Pfft, are you really this pathetic? How can you handle my brothers if just meeting me already make you leaking? I have so many bros to infect in the frat house and other frat too, how can you manage them once they are all like me?"

And like a cascading waterfall, Carl soaked his pants with his cum as his mind flooded with the idea of having all of the frat house under his alien best friend's control, much to the laughter of the impersonator Braeden.

"Real disgusting, twerp. Hmmm, guess we gotta clean it up on the CCTV, just like the part where this rubber waste created," the doppelganger Braeden said with a wide knowing grin while picking up at the limp, rubber-like skin of the former Braeden that he just sucked dry moments before