TFTricksterGod

Inside You

“Hey, how’s the new shell?” Someone said behind Stuart. He felt a hand press against his new muscular arms and even give it a slight squeeze.

“Oh, hey man!” Stuart turned around to awkwardly greet his handsome colleague. “Yeah, it’s been great. No more back pain and I got so much energy left as the shifts are over.” He grinned, feeling his new attractive face move perfectly under his control.

“Damn Stuart. I can’t believe you decided to get a new body instead of a raise or promotion for all your hard work these years. Where’d you even find such a stud?” His colleague asked, clearly shocked to see his former colleague now in the visage of a very hot and muscular hunk.

“Haha, yeah. I was just as shocked as you when they told me I had the choice.” Stuart awkwardly laughed as he scratched the back of his head. His arm muscles bulging out by the movement. “As for this shell, they actually just randomly picked one of the trainers from the nearby gym.”

“Jeez, you lucky son of a bitch. To be going from your former self to now being this,” he gave his friend/colleague’s muscle a squeeze, clearly enjoying the thickness of it. “Right. Better get back to work… Let’s celebrate later, alright?”

“Sure thing!” Stuart said, his eyes beamed with hope and excitement. He watched his colleague wink at him before going back to whatever he was doing.

Turning back around, Stuart stared mischievously into the small framed mirror he had placed on his desk. He couldn’t help but grab his bulge through his pants and give it a slight squeeze, feeling some of his new shell’s juices ooze out into the briefs he wore. The truth was, he had specifically chosen this shell. Not only because he knew it would be exactly the type his male colleague would be very attracted to, but also because of years of lusting after it.

You see, after years and years of walking past the gym on his way to work, always stopping for a few minutes to stare inside and catch a glimpse of his current shell’s vigorous workout, he had finally decided to enter the gym and ask to be trained by the handsome trainer. He had hoped he could get a body just like him. Instead, he was shut down by the stud’s arrogant and judging demeanor, telling him he was too old and ugly to be trained. Depressed and hopeless, Stuart had spent the next two weeks wallowing in his own misery; of being ugly and single for the longest of time. But it was also during that period that he found out about his company’s “unusual” way of rewarding or compensating hard working employees. That’s when he had set his mind onto things and spent the rest of the year working himself down to the very bones. As they had called him in for the end-of-year meeting, Stuart knew he would finally get what he lusted and longed for; a body just like that stud’s. Well, in this case specifically that stud’s body.

He had watched on in glee as they had dragged the thrashing and raging man out of the gym. He had smiled victoriously as the stud’s fearful eyes rolled up and his very being got sucked out of his own birth body. And lastly, Stuart had smirked lustfully as he had woken up in his new ideal shell and checked himself out in the mirror. It didn’t take long before he tore his clothes off and began rubbing every inch of his thick and amazing new shell. And when he finally exploded all over himself and his new reflection, even giving some of his own juices a taste, he knew…

That all his hard work had finally paid off.

Push this button and you will transform into a different man. 

It could transform you into any age or race, but you will almost certainly be handsome, healthy, and muscular. 

Here’s the catch. After the transformation, you have to live in your new body for one week before you can push the button again. The button will glow when it’s ready. It only works when you push it. There’s a switch on the bottom that can prevent any accidental presses. 

Here’s another catch. The original you will cease to exist. 

From now until the end of time, you will be able to push the button and transform into a new man. You could push it every week and become someone new forever.

A different body. A different face. A different life. A different language. A different faith.

You could push it once, love who you become, and stay that way until a natural end. Or you could live entire lifetimes, changing bodies whenever you’re ready to begin again. 

Each transformation will change you slightly. Different instincts. Different desires. Different habits. Different languages. Different cultures and upbringings. After enough transformations, you may not remember who you originally were.

But pushing the button could do so much for you. It could make you into a blue-eyed hunk, a beefy himbo, or a cute jock. You’ll be handsome, muscular, maybe dumb or smart, a slob or pristine. But you will be a man. 

How long do you think you could resist before pressing it for a second time?

I saw from afar as Detective Carl Conan approached Vince, a low rank drug smuggler. We knew Vince very well… he was a guy that was a regular in the precinct. Still, he had a loose tongue, so it was pretty easy to get information about the bigger dogs.  I saw my friend talking with the smuggler. It seemed like a normal conversation. Honestly, we have done this so many times that I didn't think that I was needed for support. Really, Vince was not a dangerous guy.

However, the conversation quickly turned... bizarre. I saw that Vince pulled a weird amulet. It looked like a dream catcher. Then he collapsed to the ground. “Call an ambulance, I think he just has a drug overdose” Carl said to his walkie-talkie. I did so as my friend relaxed in a nearby car. He was clearly frustrated and very worried. But then a creepy smile appeared on his face. He started looking at his hands. He touched his face and chest in a weird way... It can only be described as extreme joy. Then he moved his hands under his pants and I saw as he stroked his dick. I should have said something. Is he getting aroused with the death of Vince. Absolutely not. Carl is not like that. Then, what the hell is happening?

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Arcade Reward

Holy moly! Am I dreaming? I seriously can't believe I won something like this, damn! Just look at these huge biceps, these pecs… My face looks like an angel from the Palace of Versailles!

Is all this mine now? I mean, I'm not complaining, but wow! This definitely wasn't part of my plan when I came to the arcade today.

I've always loved arcade-style games, with claw machines to pull out plushies, dance machines, racing games, basketball games, and scoring games – everything was fantastic. I've always been slim, and I wasn't bothered by it; it was normal for me. I had dates, friends; maybe I wasn't super popular at college, but I wasn't invisible either.

My skill at playing arcade games was impeccable. I always ended up winning prizes with tickets, and I even managed to win an Xbox controller once! 

I went without fail, I could spend hours there. I'd been saving my reward tickets for the "grand" prize. Unlike other times, the biggest prize of all was hidden, just there... waiting. And since I'm a curious person and basically addicted to these machines, I worked hard for a whole year to get 10,000 tickets (it was a lot of money and hours invested).

I thought it might be a laptop or some kind of gaming computer, but damn, this was way better!

It turned out that to attract new customers and encourage the survival of these kinds of arcade places, which were declining by the era of consoles and mobile games, they had introduced new types of... Rewards.

Bodies, to be more precise. Who wouldn't want to have their dream body for a day? To try being some athlete with huge muscles, maybe a businessman, or even a motorcyclist! It turned out that the prizes, durations and body types varied like you were choosing your character in a video game; the possibilities were endless.

But in my case, all the tickets I'd collected, and being the first to achieve it (and the official face of this new points and tickets system), was me! And of course, I'd have to keep my new prize for the rest of my life.

I don't regret it at all. My old body and life can go to hell, this is awesome! I love how my jeans fit my thighs, how my biceps pop with the slightest movement, how good everything looks. I FEEL SO HOT!

I know I said I used to date, but with this body, I'll be unstoppable! I can have any guy I like eating out of my hand; they won't stop flirting with me when I go to bars!

And I mean, it's not like just because I won the prize once, I automatically have to give up on playing. Actually… I can try to win the grand prize again. If I could do it once, I can do it again. I’m right? I wonder what it will be this time, but for now… Damn, I love my new body.

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