#subtle alien influence

As I stared back at my reflection in the mirror, a realization dawned on me.

It's been a year since I lived in this idyllic island, and honestly, I don't see myself ever going back to my hometown, well, not like I have anything that tied me there anymore. Let me explain

If I have to describe my 2025, it's filled with daily grind where I pushed myself to the limit at every workout and the journey felt cathartic because not only I built my physique to its new height, I shared the blessings to my client roster that trusted me to carve themselves into the best version they can be.

They viewed me as the dependable coach that managed to successfully brought them breakthrough result after lack of satisfactory result in years. Meanwhile, I see them as data fields to mine. Maybe it's the accounting geek in me, but the accountant-independent personal trainer pipeline worked very well for someone with keen interest on watching a series of meticulous number and calculation done to create changes or in the case of accounting, balance. I know I don't necessarily look like the kind of bloke bright enough to do accounting, but trust me, I know ball

During my much-needed, year-end vacation to Bali in 2024 after a crazy accounting season that seemingly only has peak after peak, my planned relaxing vacation thrown out the window when I woke up after a New Year Eve one night stand looking like a completely different person. Well, to be fair, I still looked like myself, if 7 years of mind-numbing, sleep-depriving, tax accounting career swapped with a devoted fitness lifestyle spent in gym, protein powder and at-home fitness equipment, so.....not necessarily myself but for the observing eye, they would still recognize a hint of the chubby old me, only now placed on a buzzed bleach blonde, muscular, sweaty, fucking handsome frame. The mesmerizing, Balinese-Australian surfer named Jayden that charmed me was nowhere to be found and only left a cryptic note "Welcome to Paradise, bro, enjoy the gift," on the bedside table.

Now, I need you to put yourself in my shoes a bit within that life-altering circumstances. My job practically enslaved me and I have no social life outside of it. I always have the desire to be fitter and more active on the dating scene, and in one fucking New Year celebration after hooking up with a dude way outside my league that somehow put an interest in me, I got my wish in a way I couldn't explain and my body was buzzed and electrified with this surge of foreign pleasure previously unknown in my system.

Just imagine waking up one day looking not like your typical flabby slop and instead seeing a reflection of someone that is completely jacked like a carved marble standing in your place, who wouldn't go nuts? I certainly went nuts, hands quickly traveled through the firm yet juicy pecs with its perky, brown nipple, all the way down through the cheese grater of an abs to feel the crazy definition of a v-taper that leads to the grand prize itself. It's thick like a fucking cucumber, as long as one too, veiny across the whole mass and the head that emerged from the foreskin looked insanely intimidating. I should've crashed out right then and there, nutting all over the floor and the mirror because I wouldn't even dare to dream to touch someone that magnificent, let alone being one, but I managed to steadied myself. Or maybe because a fucking intrusive villa cleaner walked in on me buck naked and seemingly drowned in my own vanity. But that was the catalyst of my next realization. During my fury at his intrusiveness as I sneered at him from the mirror reflection and quickly turned around to taught him a lesson, when our body made contacts with each other, a surge of fresh, new information seemingly.....uploaded to my system. His name, Kadek. His three little brothers all looking up to him for his great English and a decent, albeit menial, employment in this 5-star resorts. His smoking habit. His discreet sex with one of the long-term tenant for extra money. His leg injury. His taut body sore from all the physical labor. It's like an encyclopedia of Kadek now available for me to learn.....and exploit. I quickly stepped away from him before banishing him to be out from my private chamber if he wanted me to not rat on him to the management of his breach and various scandalous behavior. He was surprised on how I learned about them, but he complied quickly as he scurried out from my room with merciful plea for forgiveness that he did while stealing a short, jealous glance at my throbbing, gleaming weapon down under. When the door clicked shut, that was when I finally blew all over the floor as the thought of not only looking like this but also the limitless possibility of learning about anyone with just a simple touch sent my mind to an overdrive......

That was practically the origin story of "Bali Beast Mode" and what my 2025 looked like. I have zero idea about working out and physical maintenance, so I visited the laid-back resort gym to find someone to siphon off and there I met this two Aussie tourist mid-bench press and mid-recording. As if driven by instinct, I just slapped the front shoulder of the one working out when he's taking a break mid-set in a friendly greeting as if I'm about to spot him, which he obviously bought because I looked better than him, and.....bam, instant download. I learned and able to perfectly replicate his entire workout routine that shaped him to that form. But, as the same case with Kadek, I learned in quick seconds about Scottie. His testosterone booster. The stash of ganja and other shit he brought into Bali which would land him into so much trouble if the locals ever found out, the girlfriend back home in Brisbane that he wanted to cheat from. And his body? I sensed exactly what he needed, more electrolytes, a little adjustment on his protein intake, the need for that BS plant milk to be stopped and his inflamed rotator cuff that required some rest. Within minutes, not only I signed him and this friend/videographer of his as a client, I received an invitation for a dinner with his friends which salivated me with prospects

I was addicted to see the limit of the absorption, so I decided to just go straight to visit the most hyped gym in Bali among all the fit, jacked tourist and locals that crowded the local joint. As expected, I walked out from that place as a personal trainer, bodybuilder, capoeira contra-mestre, social media influencer, snake oil salesman, mixed martial artist, padel player and business-savvy entrepreneur with the local know-how, among many other things. I practically downloaded all the essence of the people I touched with just the simplest contact, and what makes it nifty is the fact that I don't have to always "download" them all, I can just selectively decide when to turn it on and off, which I later found out down the line to be originated from my own desire towards the person. If I have no interest in them, I wouldn't be able to learn about them in one touch.

With such power in my fingertip and the transformed appearance, of course I utilized it to start a whole brand new life in this tropical paradise. Alexander Houghton went missing on January 1st, 2025 and a social media profile of Jack Armstrong appeared for the first time on January 10th, 2025 and it instantly took off with daily fitness content, masculine motivational post, doctored past photo to create a before-after and thirst trap content in-between.

All of it thanks to the one that made all the changes possible, Jayden.

We linked up around the time after my mass siphoning of information on that first week. I got a glimpse of Jayden from one of the memories of this surfer I encountered and I acted upon that finding to visit his frequent beach club. I found him right away lounging at his usual seat and confronted him about the way he transformed me that night.

He surprisingly has zero explanation aside from the fact that a Russian female tourist fucked him once and he just knew the moment he woke up the next day looking all different, he also has the power to change people inside out and he decided to bless that power of his to people he deemed worthy. He spotted me being all sulky and lonely under the brilliant sky surrounded by all the festivities, and he practically pity-fucked me at that night to then "bless" me with this jacked physique.

What surprised me was the fact that he asked right away what sort of power I have and I came clean to him right then and there. Then, he told me to touch his temple yet I failed to read anything about him so he then elaborated that we cannot use our power to fellow "enhanced" folks. So, in case of me encountering anyone I cannot read, then they're either enhanced by Jayden, the Russian tourist or maybe there's just more then the both of them. Since he experienced the life-altering transformation already, he show me the rope on how to settle into and thrive with this new identity, which led to the social media presence, the business, and all the forged supporting documents. The process went rather smoothly and people seemingly being super helpful and compliant with his oddly specific and complicated request, which led to him confided the fact that he got another power which surprised me at first yet helped everything clicked altogether. He described himself as a charmer, as all his words and movement instantly captured the attention of the people he targeted. Then I remembered on our first time encounter, how the world seemed to spin faster yet he remained super steady and anchored when he approached me. And then, all my senses were assaulted by his smoldering look and irresistible scent which then enveloped even further by his captivating voice that seemingly wrapped me in a safe cocoon until he pierced my hole with his finger minutes later on the bathroom before we crashed into my villa and that sensation when the fireworks start painting the sky, it was like as if I was being surgically remodeled or something internally by his cock. He confirmed that he "charmed" me back at that night, but I simply still found him hot regardless so we started the whole business partnership with sexual benefit on the side, if you can understand me

Today is the 1 year anniversary of the start of Jayden signing that contract of partnership with me, practically the official D-Day of the start of our joint venture. I intended to pick him up in his differing resort so we can have proper session, but he didn't pick up his phone or read any of my messages, which worried me since he's not the type to ignore pending messages. Imagine my surprise when I walked into his room only to find out a trail of slimy wetness on the carpet that leads or start in the bathroom, with the passed out, no more pulses body of Jayden laid with his face on the carpeted floor just right at the foot of the bed. I followed the trail of wet marks to the closed bathroom and I literally almost screamed when I encounter Jayden struggling to stand up......

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