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Look what I stumbled upon in the very first room I snuck in.

I sure had a broad smile when I saw those massive shoulders peaking out of the lounger.

It wasn't the first time sneakin' around a facility like that. Having those guys readyon display, calm, blinded by those tiny safety goggles with a high chance of handsome fellas just is too good to pass on.

So I stepped closer, taking in the scene, the shot in my hand ready to prepare him for my pleasure.

My dumb little toy boy...

Met him yesterday, had a pretty great date, to be honest, but, I gotta admit, I was itching to have my spin on it right from the start.

So we took our coffee, had a good chat, and I dove into his subconcious word by word. Even stared at him more than necessary to get a little confusion from him for fun.

At some point, though, he got that slightly dizzy gaze.

"Anything wrong? I guess it is about what's happening below the table" I said "Go ahead, have a grab!"

He reached down immediately, down between his legs and I watched him with loaded amusement.

"I think we better check it in the restrooms" I continued, and he agreed as if it was the most normal thing, getting up and straight to the stalls.

I followed with a bit of a distance. Didn't wan't anyone to spoil the fun do we.

When we got back though I got him more or less back to his 'normal' self, continued the drinks before I suggested to go to his place. Of cause I had my little moments here and there, habing a grab in the elevator while freezihg him or similar, but all in all I injoyed the time mostly without further alterations.

Found me something nice.

I didn't even plan to have him to be honest. I genuinely was just there for some excercise. When I went to the toilet, seeing him washing his hands, though, it hit me. And him seconds later. Pulling a shot, which I have in my pocket most of the time, bringing it up to his neck when he bowed down, almost was second nature at that point, grabbing him under his arms to pull him into the next booth.

It was risky. I literally heared someone coming in when I closed the door.

But it worked. My heart was racing quite a bit, awkwardly waiting for him to hollow out, holding him in my arms, feeöing him getting slimmer, lighter bye the second, feeling him up a bit until he was ready to be folded up on the toilet seat for me to undress, to fiddle his husk out of those cloth, slip into him excitedly up to the point where I close the neck, where my body get's adjusted to his size, merging with him, having my voice altered.

When I was fully him I couldn't help but let one out right away, using my raging new equipment, desperate to watch myself.

But I stayed in the booth, slipped into his clothes and left to have a good look.

"What a hunk!" I said with the shirt inbetween my teeth, the guy in the back probably raising a brow about that.

But I really didn't care. Actually, on the contrary.

Love to have a little fun with those cute twinks, selling their stuff online.

Like this one living close. Bought his worn undies on a dating app, pretending to be an overweight daddy I had in my stash just for variation.

Once I got it, I got on business with the next step, circled around him, chatting with him with several identities, using several forms, different guys until he took the bait with a sexy mixed latino I added to my collection a while ago. Funnily I got that latino pretty much the same way I approached this twink right now. I happily would have had just a date with him as that latino, but I had other plans.

Getting excited over the new one.

I was about to check hil, feeling his form alone in the locker room when the other guys washed in.

We literally took over the team one dude at a time and this sweet guy just was perfect for our most recent boy.

He never slipped one on before, so I made sure we could do it on his own pace and of cause while having him for myself at first.

"Like it in your little crystal-sphere? Sorry dude, but you'll get you body back eventually, I promise. And until then I'll take good care of it" I smirked, adjusting my new crotch with wide spread legs.

I had an eye on him for quite a while. Saw him first at a football game. So it was as easy as going to team-events to see him again. I quickly got fixed on wanting to play with him.

His name was Jake. Bit by bit I got into preparation, did first rituals, chants, preparing myself, the ingredients, collected bits like a towel he used, laying on the side of the field, a paper cup he drank out of and stuff like that.

Along with that I prepared him, slipped in drops of tinkture in drinks, brushed certain totems on items he would wear to put them back, prepared places he might be, the area I saw him sit frequently.

And bit by bit I felt the border lowering down, built up a rudimentary connection to the point where I sensed, that it might be time.

That evening I knew, he would be alone. He lived in a small house, like a kind of frat-venue with several other guys, some from the team, some others.

While preparing my leap I had noticed that there was one night when everyone seemed to have some kind of weekly obligation. Everyone but him. I really couldn't be more lucky.

Nontheless I kept an eye on the house. But when the last one left I didn't waiste one second until I crossed the street, up to the house with racing thoughts.

I rang, felt my heart up to my throat although this wasn't the first time I did something like that. But the excitement was still on.

When I heared steps down some stair my hand gripped more closely around a tiny bottle in my hand, a crucial part of what was to come, filled with a deep, green, viscous liquid.

Everything seemed to slow down, the steps, the sound of the door handle beeing turned, a klick, the door slowly opening, revealing his surprised face before I flung the bottle, spreading out the liquid all over those handsome features.

He stumbled back, lifted his arms to his face, to that sticky liquid clinging to every pore, soaking in along with a strong scent entering his nostrils, the recipe perfectly matched to him.

With a look around I entered, pushing him further back as he struggeled, cuffing, choking on that tinkture until he slowly went down, losing his conciousness as I unpacked my bag, preparing that final step, placing the necessary items, not few of them prepared with his residue, finally putting my most valuable possession besides his head before I started to chant, closing my eyes, focusing on him, on me, concentrste on my very essence, longing for that connection to send it over, feeling it oozing out of my body eventually like invisible fog, slightly bensing the atmosphere, drifting over to him, soaking into his twitching skin, pushing him out at the same time to be captured by that orb of crystal I placed besides his head.

When I woke up it must have been mere minutes after I lost sight. The feeling of his body flushing through my mind, filling me up with raging excitement.

I pushed myself up, noticing that foreign feeling of new muscles as I got onto my feet.

I did it! I took him! I was him now! That pulse, that new feel, this incredible rush!

Besides me there still was my former self. Not me though, the guy I injoyed upto now, a mere husk now that I left him again.

I would eventually turn him back, give him his self, unbind it from the item I transfered his self into like I would do with Jakes as having him in that crystal isn't meant to be permanent.

With my former body I wasn't in a rush. I would get the item eventually leading him up in Jakes room for now, able to walk, to exist with his basic body functions. To be honest, I craved some fun with him for starters having him at that state.

so we have a female mc pretending to be a weakling so that she doesn't expose her true skills so when attacked she pretends until last second with every move at her because she doesn't want to be seen but also the danger is real so she plays "somebody help me role" but in the end bad guys are defeated and no one showed up so she's like "tch.. if i knew no one was going to show up"