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Outside of the camera frame, Broto Dharmawan's very own son, Jati, is busy sucking and worshipping his father's fresh-from-work sweaty-socked feet. It's a perfect arrangement for Jati. His gaming account gained virality as people tuned in to watch the late 40s fit buff daddy beat the asses of the much younger players and while at the same time he has quality time with his father and his boyfriend. Where's the boyfriend in the equation? Well......let's just say, the Broto Dharmawan on screen is not necessarily the real Broto Dharmawan as there's just no way in hell the well-known law firm partner can spend hours playing video games with the amount of responsibility and client roster he handled. But it's not like the viewers know who the fuck is Pak Broto Dharmawan, and it's not like his father is a very public person so people cannot pinpoint him that easily. All they see is a hunky Indonesian muscle daddy on screen with his deep baritone voice that sounded so eargasmic under a random name that they wouldn't even care to decipher its meaning......

So while the real Broto buried himself with work, his 19 years old only son and children feeling some sort of daddy issues decided that maybe his boyfriend could fill in the daddy role he sorely missed by putting on the enchanted clothing piece that belonged to the real Pak Broto. At first, Narendra thought that Jati turned delusional or something with the outlandish claim, so when Narendra put on Jati's father's shorts, he went for it skeptical.

But once his quads exploded upon putting on Pak Broto's shorts, Narendra stared back at Jati in awe and quickly grabbed the rest of the clothes to make the process faster as he fills in the white tanktop and starts to get older too in the process, hairline slowly receding and facial structure started to reshape itself

"Well, it's official. We're going to stream with camera on every month and while you played pretend as my dad on screen, I'll be down there doing all sort of things to you, do you understand that, Daddy?"

"Oh yeah boy, definitely. You're saying that you'll worship my stinky feet or get choked on my cock while I put on the appearance for an hour or two gathering coins and behaving all straight to attract all spectrum of viewers that want to take a peek at the hunky muscleman,"

"Naren! You're making me hard with that speech! Stop taking this so seriously so earl---UMMPPHHHH" Jati said before being silenced as the meaty hand of his dad closed his mouth and the towering figure of Broto Dharmawan himself literally cornered him to the wall

"Is that how you speak to your father, whore? And why do you call me with your fruity friend's names? Yeah, I know about you two, I'm a fucking lawyer, I read people, your closet is literally transparent boy, and this hard cock clearly proved it," Narendra in his Broto form said, grabbing Jati's hardening bulge as he is several centimeters taller and completely utilized his frame to dominate. That interaction caused Jati to practically cummed on the spot.

The gym was nearly empty when Alex spotted his idol walking in. François looked exactly like he did in Heated Riverly...tall, lean, dark-haired, with that confident stride. The fan’s heart pounded as he watched François head straight for the free weights.

François grabbed a heavy barbell and started curling. With each rep, something strange happened. His skin took on a strange sheen, his muscles flattening, his body shrinking. By the tenth curl his arms had thinned into sleeves, his torso compressed into smooth white fabric. Another rep and his head disappeared completely, leaving only a crisp white compression shirt draped over the bench.

Alex stared, stunned, then stepped forward. He picked up the same barbell. The first lift sent heat through his chest. His shoulders broadened. His face shifted, cheekbones sharpening, stubble darkening his jaw. With every rep the change accelerated—his hair lengthened and darkened, his voice dropped an octave, his body filled out exactly like François’s. By the final set he was no longer himself; he was François Arnaud, standing shirtless in the gym, the real François now reduced to a limp white compression shirt on the bench.

Grinning, the new François snatched the shirt and pulled it over his head. The fabric stretched tight across his new chest and abs. He flexed, feeling the trapped actor’s consciousness pressed against his skin.

"Look at you," he said, voice rich with mockery. "Big movie star, reduced to gym wear. You feel that? That’s my sweat soaking into you. Every rep I do, every breath I take—you’re just along for the ride now." He ran his hands over the shirt, pressing it flat against his muscles. "Bet you never thought you’d end up clinging to a fan’s body, huh?"

He struck a pose in the mirror, admiring how perfectly the shirt hugged his transformed physique. "You’re mine now, François. My favorite new compression shirt. And I’m going to wear you every single workout."

Looking at her trying, gagging and choking miserably yet still desperately trying to prove herself just make him even harder. She was such a rude bitch of a customer while he served her in the cafe, it's only fitting that he punished her by jumping into some random male tourist and cruelly treated her like she's nothing but a mere cocksleeve. In his now-heavy Dutch accent, Yudhistira, or Sem in this Dutch-Balinese body he's in now, taunted her

"Come on, you haven't even reached the halfway mark, and you want to give in? Nuh uh, no can do,"

loud squelching sound as he shoved this Dutch lengthy cock even further when she tried to tap out, causing her to frantically gasped for breath yet Sem's calisthenics and bouldering grip proven to be handy to keep her still as she passed the 6 inches mark and her eyes rolled to the back as snot pouring out of her mouth and nose

"Heh, maho, nge-fly ya lo? Bau kaki gue udah bikin lo sange kan? Ngaku aja deh, nih makanya gue sengaja gak mandi abis main futsal sama anak-anak, biar lo bisa langsung dapet bau sikil gue langsung gak pake perantara HAHAHAHA!"

Sumpah demi Allah gue kayaknya tadi lagi latihan buat tes IELTS sama Chandra, tapi Chandra siapa jir? IELTS? Dih, kok gue bisa kepikiran sampe segitunya ya? Emangnya gue mau S2 atau apa? Ya iya ini Hendra emang abis gue beliin tiket ke Inggris biar dia bisa nonton match pertama Premier League entar pas musimnya mulai lagi, tapi kenapa sampe ada pikiran IELTS? Au ah, terserah, yang penting karena gue udah beliin tiket sama ngurusin visanya dia, sekarang dia pasti bakal ngizinin gue ngendus kaki dia. Duh jirr......dia abis main futsal gini fix banget pasti kontolnya musky keringetan gitu fuccckkkk gue ngiler banget jing bayanginnya

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The Chronivac that Chandra, or now Hendra, used got Angga real good. He looked confused for a split second before the altered reality that Hendra set sunk in for him. They were friends with Angga being the more well-off one but also a little bit less bright, hence the tutoring session, but Chandra had enough of his back-breaking life and decided to be as egoistic and self-centric as possible for a change, altering the reality as he sees fit. Now, he is one fit stud named Hendra and this is his apartment. Well, still Angga's, but Angga is the live-in bitch now in this situation as Hendra took the control over Angga and all his finances. Angga overall got the short-end of the stick. He might keep his job and social life, but he's fully devoted to serve Hendra and all his wishes. Angga was not mean or anything to him ever, but he just wanted to see how far Chronivac could go so he made Angga one of his many kinky foot slave that would pay him very well and treat him lavishly in exchange of Hendra abusing them and treating them like trash. As a matter of fact, despite owning a legion of male worshipper now, Hendra still exclusively dated girls and Angga will watch him later this evening fucking the shit out of Lupi, Angga's girlfriend in the previous reality but nowadays, she's Hendra's. Chronivac and its limitless possibilities

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Udah gue duga, si tukang bersihin jendela yang cabul itu emang beneran punya body mantep! Anak-anak cewek di kantor udah berapa kali protes sampe bahkan nutup tirai kalau ini setan lagi ngebersihin kaca. Ya bayangin aja, masa dia pernah ngebecandain pura-pura ngocok sambil bersihin jendela, apa gak tolol kelakuan begitu?

Tapi jujur-jujuran aja nih, sekalinya gue akhirnya liat dia in action pas dia ngethrust itu selangkangan dia ke jendela sama ngespray jendelanya pake cairan pembersih tapi dia buat seakan-akan dia lagi ngocok terus muncratin colinya kemana-mana, gue horny coy......No, gue nggak horny ke dia per se. Gue lebih horny ke betapa carefree-nya ya dia bisa nikmatin idup. Uang dia paling berapaan sih, tapi punya otak simple dia tuh kayaknya seru gitu, ngeliat dunia kagak pake KPI atau sales target atau profit margin, yang diitung ya paling berapa duit buat beli skin ML, uang makan sehari-hari jatahnya berapa, kalau punya pacar dibawa motoran terus makan ya berapa, atau mikirin ngewe gaya apa lagi mungkin, ya the basic stuff lah ya mungkin. Kalau dari gelagatnya sih tipe dia begitu mana mikirin nabung buat kuliah......ini tuh kayak cowo mokondo yang gak mikirin duitnya bakal abis. Dan yup......akalnya jalan banget ini setan, dia tahu body dia mantep dan bermodalkan badan ini doang plus kontol dia yang entah gimana bisa sepanjang dan setebel ini padahal belum full ngaceng, cewek dia beneran dimana-mana dan gak jarang dia tilep aja tuh duit dari dompet pas dia udah ngentot cewe-cewe itu ampe pingsan saking brutalnya kalau ni orang kalau ngewe. Emang bajingan kelas kakap nih orang, kalau punya duit sama power fix banget bahaya. Tuh lah kenapa lo cuman dikasih hidup jadi tukang bersihin jendela, gak kebayang kalau mental begini jadi sekedar artis Tiktok aja misal, setinggi apa gayanya dan sesering apa dia maksiat

Tapi ngomong-ngomong maksiat, well, sebelum kita mulai hari kotor ini, ada baiknya kita sapa dulu ini kontol ngaceng pagi-pagi. Anjing woy, ini kira-kira 18 cm dan segede kaleng Coca-Cola......pantes aja dia horny mulu, monster segede ini sih jangan heran ya. Kamar kontrakan masih gelap, cuma cahaya matahari pagi masuk lewat celah jendela reyot. Kipas Sanex muter pelan di atas.

Gue langsung duduk di pinggir kasur, kaos hitam ketat yang gue liat dia pake kemaren masih melekat di badan. Bau keringat kerja seharian campur bau cowok kerja keras langsung nyerang hidung gue, fuck dia kagak mandi coy dari kemaren. Bau badan ini... gila, maskulin banget, agak asin, agak manis, bikin kontol gue makin tegang. Gue angkat tangan, cium ketek sendiri.

"Fuuuck...nih kuli bau badannya oke banget, bikin gue pengen ngocok seharian!"

Gue berdiri di depan cermin retak yang dia punya di kamarnya ini, rambut item panjang acak-acakan nempel di dahi karena keringat. Muka tajam, mata masih sayu mesum. Gue tarik kaos ke atas pelan-pelan, nunjukin dada bidang yang kenceng.

"Damnn.....kayak atlet coy, bidang, mantep banget. Dan ini.....*cubit tete* AHAHAHAH HECK, SENSITIF BANGET NIPPLENYA!" Tangan kasar gue yang penuh urat langsung ngeremes ini dada, jari gue gak bisa berhenti pelan-pelan cubit nipple dia kayak lagi mainin nipple cewek-cewek yang biasa dia tidurin. Sensasinya langsung nyetrum ke kontol gue yang udah beneran parah banget ini mentok kayak minta dibebasin dari penjara boxernya ini. Tapi tunggu dulu

Tangan gue turun ke perut. Sixpack pagi ini keliatan lebih dalem gara-gara cahaya matahari. Garis V-line nya dalem gila, nunjukin arah ke kontol yang lagi ngaceng ngotot di balik boxer yang gue yakin dia belum ganti juga dari kemaren. Gue usap perut ini pelan, ngerasain setiap alur otot yang keras.

"Ya gue tahu nih dia agak pekerja kasar, tapi ini bener-bener level binaragawan sih kebentuknya sama terawatnya. Pasti cewek-cewek itu ngasih dia makanan-makanan enak atau biayain dia buat jaga ini badan. Ini bukan cuma badan kerja keras di bawah terik matahari jir,"

Gue akhirnya gak tahan lagi dan narik ini boxernya turun sampe lutut. KONTOL PAGI INI GEDA BANGET. Tebel parah, urat-uratnya muncul semua, panjangnya hampir 20cm berdiri tegak, kepala merah besar mengkilap penuh precum yang ngecrot pelan.

"Fucckkkkk......gue tahu nih bakal gede, tapi anjirrr bener-bener gede banget kontol kuli ini. Punya gue kayak udang coy dibandingin sama ini, sekarang ini monster. Berat banget di tangan, panas, nadi-nadinya berdenyut."

Gue pegang batangnya penuh, tangan kanan gerak naik-turun pelan.

"Ahh shitt... enak banget. Kontol gede gini pantes aja bikin cewek-cewek pada tunduk. Pasti dia kena ke semua spot yang dibayangin sama cewek-cewek itu,"

Entah ini pikiran siapa, tapi pikiran cabul langsung menghentak masuk dan seakan ngisi otak gue sepenuhnya yang langsung nge-fly nginget kelakuan sehari-harinya kalau kerja atau malem-malem dia yang gak pernah sunyi dari berbagai giliran cewek yang semuanya gila sama kontol ini

Gue kocok lebih cepet, bunyi "slap slap" basah kedengeran nyaring banget di kamar sepi ini dan gue yakin beberapa tetangga juga udah denger. Tangan kiri gue sibuk megang-megang ini badan. Remas dada, usap sixpack yang basah keringat pagi, tarik biji-biji besarnya yang penuh sperma, hmmmppphhh bau badan dia makin kuat semakin lama gue begini

"Bau keringat gue ini... bikin gue tambah horny. Keringet, seks, rokok, jing bener-bener edan banget,"

Gue deketin muka ke cermin, napas panas gue yang masih bau rokok dan permen mint ngeembus kaca.

"Heh tukang mesum. Liat ini, karena kelakuan mesum lo, sekarang lo gak bisa ngontrol badan ini lagi. Rambut panjang item, mata tajam, bibir tebel. Body ini emang dibikin buat nafsu."

Gue angkat kaos lebih tinggi sampe akhirnya gue lempar aja ke kasur terus gue pose bodybuilder pagi-pagi, otot lengan tegang, perut kenceng, tapi tangan gue ngocok kontol makin ganas karena klimaks makin deket. Gue percepat gerakan gue. Pinggul maju mundur kayak lagi ngentot memek basah imajiner.

"Ahh... ahh... gede banget kontolnya, enak banget diginiin." Tangan kiri gue sekarang mainin puting, cubit keras, terus turun ke perut, ngerasain otot perut naik-turun tiap kocokan.

Keringat mulai netes dari dada, bikin kulit gue jadi licin tapi mengkilap. Bau badan tambah semerbak. Gue cium lengan sendiri lagi,

"Enak banget baunya... bau cowok yang siap crot banyak."

Gak lama kemudian, sperma pertama muncrat SUPER KUAT. Jet panjang putih kental ngena cermin, langsung nempel tebel. Kedua muncrat ke dada, nutupin puting gue yang udah merah saking lamanya dicubit. Ketiga kena sixpack gue, ngebasahin alur-alur otot di badan. Gue terus kocok ganas, crot ke mana-mana. Ada yang ngena rambut panjang gue, ada yang netes ke lantai, ada yang nempel di paha gue, beneran kemana-mana pejunya ini

Banyak banget. Peju kental creamy, agak putih kek susu kental. Gue ga buang-buang waktu. Gue ambil sedikit dari dada pake jari, langsung masukin ke mulut.

"Mmmhh... tasty banget anjir! Creamy, agak asin, agak manis, bau maskulin, nutrisi top!"

Gue jilat lagi dari perut. Rasa creamy-nya bikin gue ketagihan. Gue ambil yang di cermin pake tangan, lumurin ke kontol yang masih ngaceng, trus kocok lagi pelan sambil nikmatin rasa sendiri.

"Masih ada lagi bro..." gue bisik mesum. Gue duduk di kasur, kaki ngangkang, kontol tegak. Gue kocok ronde kedua. Kali ini lebih santai, badan gue usap pelan-pelan dengan campuran keringet, peju sama entah cairan apalagi. Tangan gue ngusap seluruh torso, ngerasain otot yang lengket karena cum. Bau campur sperma tambah bikin kepala gue pusing tapi lebih ke pusing betapa hotnya ini badan dan betapa gedenya load yang dia punya kalau bijinya segede itu

Gerakan tangan gue pun makin cepet lagi, kepo ngeliat berapa banyak sih yang bisa gue produksi. Gue bisa ngerasain bijinya ngenceng dan kontolnya berdenyut. Udah deket

"AHHH CROT LAGI!!"

Muncrat ronde kedua masih banyak, meski ga sekuat tadi. Kali ini gue arahin ke perut dan dada, bikin badan gue penuh lapisan creamy putih. Gue llangsung nyicipin lagi, jilat tangan sendiri, jilat dada, bahkan gue coba tekuk badan buat nyicipin yang netes deket pusar.

"Rasanya addictive banget. Creamy thick, salty-sweet, terus ini keringet dari kemarin bikin bau kontolnya mantep banget. Gue bisa nyicipin ini tiap pagi."

Gue rebahan di kasur, badan masih lengket, kontol akhirnya agak lemes tapi masih gede. Gue usap-usap perut pelan, ngerasain lekuk sixpack yang sekarang belepotan peju sendiri. Bau kamar sekarang full bau sex. Gue cuman bisa ketawa ngakak sebelum senyum puas ke cermin, rambut acak-acakan, muka mesum, badan atletis berlumuran cum. Pagi ini baru mulai, tapi gue udah puas banget ama ini badan.

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He was a crude window cleaner that terrorized the ladies of my office with his stupid antics. But once I spotted him in action, I have this sense of arousal seeing him so carelessly behaving like that and probably looking very hot underneath all that grime and safety gear. Who would have thought that I would be awake the following day in a sub-par bedroom with slight molding on the wall and drenched in damp sweat? As soon as I leaped from the bed, there he was in his full glory, and the memory started to filter in as my thoughts filled with unbridled lust and horniness as I realized that Faiz here got a day off for the day and I need to channel this horniness out. He has cock that can compete with all the porn stars I frequented to watch, and what makes it even more delicious is that he's real and I'm feeling it all now. The scent. The intensity. The horniness. The vivid memories of all the girls he pounded. The thrill of being such a powerful asshole that can getaway with anything. Before I realized it, the pink head has been smeared with pre and I eventually shot my load all over the mirror, the floor, everywhere! What a glorious start to a day that can be assured to be one filled with debauchery as long as I'm inside this stud

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"Andi, thanks for agreeing to this 'age-transferring ritual' thing. GOD, I'm glad I can be this young again. AND YOU!!! Holy shit, you have a much bigger body than mine. I know you're really deserved my 20 years. I mean come on... look at these pecs… and abs…"

"You're welcome, Mr. Cahya. Glad I can help. I think I love being an adult. This body is so strong… And seeing you younger like that… You look cute, Sir."

"Oh yeah? You really think so?"

"Y-yes, Sir. You're so petite and slim compared to me now… It's all—"

"No, no, stop, Andi. I think we can both agree that you're the one who's older now, right? I'm the one who should call you 'Sir' from now on. And FUCK YEAH, we look so much better this way, Sir. Don't you think?"

"Hmmmm… yes, we are, Cahya."

"Well, now, as a token of gratitude, please allow your student to help you to get settle and experience what it feels like to be a big man, Sir."

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"Where are you babe? I'm inside,"

They already sealed Aryo's fate since the day he was born, and it's been like this for the past 5 centuries. Hariyono, or Harishawardhana, transferred his soul to his newlywed son, Aryo. Lusi, Hariyono's dutiful and gentle wife, already possessed Aryo's wife and their newly minted daughter-in-law, Diana, the night before, completing the generational transference needed to ensure that they remain alive and can keep the family practice and belief all the way into the next generation. Five centuries on, their relationship is only getting stronger than ever and with this new set of modern brain, there's still so much thing to learn and enjoy despite already doing this for 500+ years through different lens and bodies. As for their old and empty bodies, well, they are going to come out with the plan to orchestrate the whole "tragedy" as one sequence, but they want to consummate their relationship first as "Diana" just comes back from her morning pilates session and looking very breedable

"Aku gak boong, tapi aku lagi ngaceng di bawah meja karena ngeliatin kamu terus," bisik Abyan sambil menggigit bibirnya, celana pendeknya agaknya terlalu ketat, jika dia berdiri sekarang, kontol tebal setengah ngaceng 14 cm miliknya akan sangat timbul

"Yang, ihhh malu tahu, kamu tuh kedengeran sama meja lain," ujar istrinya malu-malu

"Oh biarin aja, kalau bisa satu restoran ini denger aku udah ngebet nyodok kamu sampe kamu teriak-teriak keenakan, sekalian aku bakal buka itu pintu ke balkon biar satu hotel sampe kolam juga denger gimana mantepnya aku nunggangin kamu," Abyan balas dengan suara yang bahkan lebih lantang walaupun keramaian restoran membuat suaranya setidaknya tersembunyi

"Serius ihhh yang, mulut kamu udik banget, kayak gak punya adab," ujar Lina sambil tertawa geli

"Lebih baik gak punya adab karena horny liat istri sendiri daripada gak punya otak udah tahu outing kantor boleh bawa keluarga eh malah gak bawa siapa-siapa karena ada selingkuhan. Si jalang goblok itu udah kulaporin ke Pak Bos, pokoknya kubuat dia keliatan bener-bener kayak lonte, dia yang deketin aku, dia yang jebak aku, pokoknya salahnya di dia semua," sekarang Abyan berbisik

"Ini udah ketanem semua kan di otak Abyan, Cha?" balas Lina dengan bisikan yang lebih pelan

"Ssstttt....jangan ngomong kayak gitu. Inget, aku ayang, atau by, gak ada itu Cha selama kita disini, oke?" bisik Abyan lagi

"Oke yang,"

Abyan genggem tangan Lina terus dia kecup tangan Lina dengan sangat romantis. Yah, namanya juga pernikahan di ujung tanduk, tindakan drastis harus diambil demi nyelamatin bahtera rumah tangga ini, syukurlah Lina punya temen baik kayak Ocha.

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"I'm not lying, I'm rock hard underneath the table from looking at you," whispered Abyan even though it comes off audible, his rock hard cock literally going to make a visible imprint on his tight short

"Babe, psstttt.....be quieter, your voice is loud enough to be heard by the other table," said his wife shyly

"Let them. As a matter of fact, this whole restaurant should know that I will shove my cock so hard to your sloppy tight cunt until you're screaming in ecstasy. Even better, I'll do that with the sliding door to the balcony wide open so everyone even in the pool can hear your ecstatic moan as you screamed my name," Abyan replied even louder but thankfully the noise from other people in the restaurant blocked it a bit

"Babe, stop! That's not something a courteous and civilized person should speak publicly," hissed Lina

"Better to be uncivilized and horny sex addict to your own wife rather than dumb and heartless to not bring your own wife to a family outing event as you preferred to have a hookup session with the office sidepiece. I've reported everything to the Big Boss and I twisted the evidence so she looked like the desperate slut and all the blame is on her," Abyan said in a matter-of-fact tone

"This is all planted into Abyan's mind, right Cha?" Lina whispered with hope

"Psssttt.....don't mention that name. Remember, I'm ayang, or babe, there's no Cha while I'm here," hissed Abyan back

"Okay babe,"

Abyan then grabbed Lina's hand and give it a genuine tender kiss. Well, desperate times, desperate measures. Luck for her, she has a ride-or-die friend like Ocha.

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People sometimes asked Effendi how he managed to take on several cleaning jobs in one day despite having weak back and clearly no longer in his best years to sustain such laborious task. He answered that he's just taking it easy and being efficient. What he never revealed is the fact that he cleaned these residences quickly because he tend to assume the owner's physique or anyone he deemed strong enough to tackle the job. All he required is a piece of clothing or accessories belonged to the person he intended to copy and by just putting the article on, he would look like the person in instance and he could carry on to clean the spaces quickly before returning to his form as he took the items off. Of course he made it sensual and erotic just like the way when he put it on and it always provide him enough excitement to do all the cleaning beyond the money he received. Earlier today, he posed as Bobby, a senior sales executive for a sportswear brand with sleek apartment that fits him.

Now, he is in the middle of cleaning this family's penthouse in SCBD.

The twist is, the parents suddenly walked into the penthouse right as he just finished putting on another piece of clothing that belonged to the person that hired him after one section being cleaned and he gets too sweaty. The only child of the family, Dana, hired Effendi to do the cleaning as his parents asked the "supposedly-responsible" foreign university freshgrad to at least contribute something while their live-in maid returned to her kampung for some family emergency. Obviously being the brat that he is, Dana resisted but he played pretend that he would clean the entire space, only to hire Effendi's service through Pinhome while he strolled out to have the whole afternoon out with his friends and leaving the space, and Effendi, without supervision.

"Oh.....Dana, you really are cleaning up the space?" asked the mother while the father briskly walked to the bedroom

"Y---yeah, ma, pa.....of course. Why are you back so soon?" Effendi played the card right as he eavesdropped to Dana's phone call right before leaving him to be in charge of the place while he's out and about

"Yeah we are just going to be very quick. Your father clumsily left his new passport and instead brought the old one. Thank God the entrance to the highway was jammed so we were not in the highway yet. We detoured right away," the mother said as she walked to the bedroom too and Effendi-in-Dana's-form followed, listening to the father's voice-recognition system that opened the safe where he stashed his passport and other important assets

"Oh yeah, very lucky......or else you would tell me to drive to the airport to give you the passport even though you're not taking me for the trip," he said slowly trying to exttend the conversation while trying to get the safe code clearly as Dana's father already grabbed the right passport and locked it once more using his voice.....

"How many times we should tell you, it's a business trip and we're not even going to Tokyo or Osaka, we're going to a backwood county surrounded by ricefields, Dana,"

"I can stay in Tokyo, you know?"

"Or you can stay at home......you know? It's not like we can really take you. Your passport being expired within 5 months because you didn't check thoroughly after getting home 2 months ago was entirely your fault,"

"Hhhh.....just go then,"

"Okay Mr. Hothead. Anyway, don't forget to also take your father's dirty clothes and yours to the laundromat with Pak Ujang after he goes back, okay? See you next week,"

And just like that, he's alone once more and he somehow survived playing pretend to be this brat. But then an idea passed his mind......what if he takes a look at the father's clothing???

Holy hell.......this is tempting as fuck.........as he then tried on the voice recognition system to open the safe, Effendi in this 50 years old man form instantly gets hard as the safe unlocked itself after he repeated the passcode using the patriarch's voice......

His mind instantly goes for the weirdest fuck-up idea as he put himself as if he's Dana himself and here he is trying to steal money from his own father's safe......placing himself as Dana somehow aroused him two-fold now as he internalized all these bratty whining he heard Dana did and then acted like he's a dejected brat now goofing around with his newfound power, taking a small petty revenge to his parents for leaving him behind in Indonesia while they go to Japan. As he grabbed a wad of cash from the safe, he internalized how Dana would sound like and just leaking pre right there into the expensive dress pants that belonged to Dana's father........

Ferdy saking kagetnya sampe sempet jadi putih matanya sebelum mukanya berubah kayak gooner selama proses dirasukin.

Tapi gak lama setelah itu, mata Ferdy kembali normal tapi dia nyengir nakal kayak orang sagapung kesenengan

"Yoi, ganteng banget nih anak cabul. Shit, ini udah hari Sabtu, asik kali ya ngewe pake badan ni anak,"

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After masturbating in the shared bathroom of his dormitory watching steamy porn videos sent by his friends, Ferdy walked back to his bedroom. But, such lewd act in the middle of the night attracted some of the haunted spirits of the night that then decided to teach him a lesson. Without he realized, the cum he ejected earlier followed him like a slithering snake as the spirits reanimated it and made it sentient. The moment the door of his bedroom closed, schlooooorp the cum managed to enter via his hairy butt-crack

Ferdy is so stunned by the sensation, his mouth gaped and his eyes rolled back to white before seemingly getting more comfortable in a completely foreign body as his face turned goony instead

But not too long after, Ferdy's eyes returned to normal but he grinned like a sex addict in his peak euphoria.

"Heck, this pervert really looked nice. Damn, this is Saturday already, what about if we fuck around using this body?"

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Stella stepped out of her late-night brand photoshoot in a sleek Jakarta studio, still glowing in her coquette aesthetic — soft pink satin dress hugging her dainty figure, delicate bows in her hair, and a touch of elegant makeup that screamed “feminine princess.” She called a Bluebird taxi, exhausted but satisfied with the content she’d captured. Her loyal, gentle boyfriend Gio had texted her earlier saying he couldn't pick her up because the meeting with this British client of his extended. She had no idea that it was a lie and he was already tracking her via Find My iPhone, his mind burning with the urge to surprise her with their darkest shared fantasy.

The Bluebird taxi arrived. The driver is a handsome, muscular young man in his blue uniform shirt. He looked slightly sweaty, but otherwise nice and polite as he greeted her.

“Selamat malam, Mbak. Tujuan Pluit ya?” (Evening ma'am. Goes to Pluit, right?)

Stella smiled sweetly and settled in the back seat. The car merged onto the highway, city lights blurring past. Unbeknownst to her, Gio had initiated the astral projection without warning. His consciousness slammed into the driver’s body in seconds, shoving the real polite young taxi driver's mind deep into the background. Gio now controlled the strong, sweaty frame completely.

For the first twenty minutes, he played the part perfectly — calm voice, safe driving, even making small talk about the weather and traffic. Stella relaxed, scrolling through her Instagram feed of elegant photos.

Then the taxi suddenly took an unfamiliar exit ramp.

Stella sat up. “Pak, ini bukan jalan biasa. Kenapa keluar di sini?” (This is not the usual way. Why are we out from here?)

The driver (Gio) glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his voice still gentle. “Jalan pintas Mbak, tenang aja, saya tau jalan, percaya aja" (It's a shortcut ma'am, calm down, I know how to get around, trust me)

Stella’s heart raced. “No, turn back! This isn’t the way home!” she said in a sudden enraged switch to English as she's panicking

The car continued deeper into a dimly lit industrial area. Streetlights grew sparse. Gio kept the nice act going a little longer, enjoying the slow build of fear in her voice. “Tenang, Mbak. Saya cuma mau bawa Mbak ke tujuan. Jangan panik.” (Relax ma'am. I just want to bring you to the destination. Don't be panic)

He pulled into an abandoned parking lot behind an old warehouse. The engine died. The doors locked with a click. Gio stepped out of the driver’s seat, his muscular body moving with predatory grace, blue Bluebird shirt clinging to his sweat-glistened abs. He opened the back door and slid in beside her.

Stella pressed against the seat, eyes wide. “What are you doing?! Let me out!”

Gio’s eyes glinted with dark mischief — the exact look Stella knew too well. But the crude words that came next shattered the illusion of the pious driver.

“Tujuan di maps mungkin memang Pluit. Tapi tujuan sebenarnya adalah kamu sampe klimaks dan saya bikin Mbak crot kemana-mana. Saya udah pengalaman sama banyak lonte di deket depo, saya tahu cara bikin memek cewek crot dengan cepet kalau Mbak khawatir ditungguin orang rumah," (Yes your destination on the maps might be Pluit, but the real destination is your climax as you squirt your tasty coquette pussy juices. I have plenty of experience with whores near the taxi depot, I know how to make you reach there quick if your concern is people at home is waiting for you)

Stella froze. The crude shift, the filthy confidence — that glint in his eyes. It's Gio. Her gentle boyfriend had possessed this Bluebird driver without telling her. Relief mixed with a rush of filthy arousal. She decided to play along fully, letting terror melt into desperate submission.

“P-please… don’t hurt me…” she whimpered, acting terrified even as her thighs squeezed together.

Gio (in the driver’s body) laughed low and grabbed her chin roughly with his strong hand.

He slapped her pretty face lightly, then harder. “Diem, memek! Emang pelacur ya lho, dideketin sama supir taksi ditengah jalan bukannya beneran marah dan ngelawan, lo malah nyerah gitu aja,"

Stella just whimpered as she can sense the relentless penetration of the slick fingers into her anal. One finger quickly turned two, then three, and she's started to lose it as her legs trembled. Stella moaned even louder as Gio up the ante with his whispers, her elegant dress riding up. Gio yanked the zipper of his black pants down and pulled out the driver’s thick, veiny cock — already rock hard and musky from the long night shift. He slapped the heavy cock across her lips and cheeks as he teased how smelly it must be as he's been driving since 6 AM all sweaty and baked with the sun

Stella whimpered in fake fear before eagerly licking and sucking, her dainty hands wrapping around the shaft. Gio groaned loudly, pushing deeper into her mouth.

“HHHNNNGHGG!! Isep kontol abang, lonte. Emang dasar perempuan bejat ya lo, punya fantasi kayak orang sakit, ini supir rajin shalat gak pernah nyentuh memek siapa-siapa, eh lo suruh pacar cabul lu itu ngendaliin badan dia. Emang sakit sih lo. LAH JING, BISA NELEN GAK SIH LO? RILEKS DONG TENGGOROKANNYA, INI KONTOL MASIH ADA SEJENGKAL LAGI WOE!" (Suck my dick, whore. You are indeed one indecent woman, such a sick fantasy, like seriously this driver is a fucking pious man that never skipped his prayer nor actually near any of those little sluts nearby the depot, but then you have to tell your boyfriend to control and corrupt his body)

He pulled her up by the hair, ripped her pink dress open at the front, exposing her perky breasts, and shoved her face-down across the back seat. Her lace panties were torn aside in one rough motion.

“Basah banget ini memek lu, anjing!” (Your pussy is so wet, bitch!) He slapped her pussy hard, Plak! Plak! “Sok princess, sok pure di Instagram, sok woman empowerment, girls girls, tapi paling sange kalau dientot mendadak sama orang-orang gak have. Suka dientot di parkiran sepi sama sopir Bluebird. Emang cewek tolol,"

Without warning, Gio slammed the thick cock balls-deep into her soaked pussy.

"UNGGHHHHHAAAHHHH!!” he groaned as he started pounding her mercilessly. The car rocked with every brutal thrust. His blue Bluebird shirt rubbed against her back, sweat dripping onto her soft skin.

Stella cried out, fully dropping the terrified act into raw pleasure. “I’m… I’m just a filthy hypocrite coquette! A fake dainty whore who gets wet being used by a taxi driver!”

The abandoned lot was silent except for the wet slapping sounds and Stella’s broken moans. Gio kept degrading her in crude Indonesian, his voice raw and low-class.

Stella comes violently, her body convulsing around his cock, screaming in ecstasy. Gio just doesn't stop. He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and drove back in even deeper, legs over his shoulders.

“Lihat muka lu yang cantik ini, pelacur. Riasan coquette lu luntur semua gara-gara kontol abang. Lu cuma lonte murahan yang suka dihina!” (Look at this pretty face of yours. All a trainwreck because of my cock! You're nothing but a protesting cheap whore) He choked her lightly while pounding, his muscular Bluebird-clad body dominating her completely.

Another orgasm ripped through Stella. She was lost in the pleasure, all pretense gone. “Yes… use me… I’m your braindead whore…”

Gio growled, thrusting faster. With a final deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt and filled her completely, hot cum flooding her pussy. Stella trembled through another climax, ruined and satisfied.

They stayed locked together for a moment, breathing heavily. Gio leaned down, still in the driver’s body, and whispered one last crude line with a smirk.

“Besok kalau lu naik Bluebird lagi, ingat abang yang bikin memek lu ngocor ini. Ngerti, lonte coquette?” (If you ever ride Bluebird again, remember how I fucked you on the backseat ya)

Slowly, Gio withdrew his consciousness, leaving the real pious driver confused and disoriented. He made sure Stella is safe before returning to his own body at home.

Stella lay there in the back seat, dress torn, makeup ruined, cum leaking down her thighs, smiling dreamily. The contrast between her elegant influencer image and this raw, degrading taxi encounter is everything she craved. She already cannot wait for Gio’s next surprise possession. In the meantime, this taxi driver passed out upon being used as the conduit for Gio's fucked up kink.

As his soul slammed back to his body, Gio texted Stella

"Kok belum nyampe-nyampe yang?"

Fast forward to today, they've been a dynamic duo for the past few months livestreaming their daily gym routine and any other activity they could do together as they lived in the same kost-an building anyway. What they have not yet revealed is the fact that they have ditched each other's girlfriend to sleep with each other instead as two nerds who also lived in the same building as both Fadhil and Wicak decided to possess the two Engineering studs and started to soft-launch their bantering as the premise for their much more passionate lust over each other.

Today, Fadhil decided to playfully teased and prodded and even took a sniff of Wicak's pits live on cam, it's only a matter of time before they clandestinely posted their video on X railing each other's.......

Gue kebangun dengan jantung berdegup kencang. Kepala pusing seperti habis ditabrak truk. Tubuh terasa... ringan. Terlalu ringan. Biasanya bangun tidur, perut gue yang gembul langsung terasa berat, napas sesak, dan paha-paha berlemak saling gesek. Tapi kali ini? Gue ngerasa... kuat. Otot-otot yang tegang di bawah kulit, pinggang ramping, dan... sialan, dada ini kerasa padat.

Gue buka mata perlahan dan gue ternyata bahkan udah berdiri. Gue ada di dalam kamar mandi marmer abu-abu. Cermin besar di depan dan di cermin itu...

Bukan gue

Bukan wajah bulat penuh jerawat yang biasa gue liat setiap pagi. Ini wajah tajam, rahang tegas, bibir penuh yang sekarang tersenyum lebar tanpa sadar. Rambut hitam acak-acakan tapi tetap keren. Tubuh tinggi, bahu lebar, lengan berotot dari latihan bela diri yang jelas-jelas gak bakal bisa dilakuin pecundang kayak gue

Gue.... ada di tubuh Revan.

Revan. Si pembully utama gue di kampus. Yang dulu suka ngejek badanku di depan cewek-cewek dengan bilang

"Gendut loe kayak babi, mana ada cewek mau liat loe telanjang?" Yang otaknya penuh dengan kelakuan dan obrolan misoginis serta merendahkan, mulutnya kotor, tapi tubuhnya... Tuhan, tubuh penuh dosanya ini sekarang jadi milik gue???

Tangan kanan gue masih memegang iPhone dengan kamera depan menyala. Gue sedang selfie di depan cermin. Dia lagi pakai hoodie Supreme hitam yang longgar tapi tetap nunjukin bentuk dada dan perut six-pack samar. Baunya......astaga.....ini pure seks. Kayaknya dia ngocok atau numpahin cum di hoodie ini, nyampur semua antara keringet, parfum Dior Sauvage dan entah berapa lama gak dicuci ini hoodie. Celana jeans sagging juga sama ini fix dipake ngewe atau semacamnya dan pinggang celana dalam PSD putih keliatan. Bokong yang kencang. Paha yang berotot. Dan di antara selangkangan.....

Sial. Ini ngaceng banget. Ini kontol monster......

Gue natep bayangan di cermin dengan napas tersengal. Mulut gue—mulut Revan—terbuka lebar, senyum genit yang biasa dia pakai buat ngerayu cewek. Tapi sekarang senyum itu keluar dari dalam diri gue dan gue gemeteran....bukan, bukan karena gugup, libido yang mendadak membanjiri otak ini gila-gilaan. Seumur hidup gue cuma bisa ngocok di kamar sambil liat bokep, sekarang tubuh ini kayak mesin seks kelas kakap.

"Sagapung banget," gue gumamkan dengan suara Revan yang dalam dan seksi. Tangan kiri gue tanpa sadar turun ke perut, mengusap otot perut yang keras. Kulitnya panas. Setiap sentuhan bikin listrik nyetrum ke selangkangan. Kontol di dalam celana dalam ini...... gede. Panjang. Berat. Udah ngaceng maksimal sampe kepala kontolnya ngepress kain hoodie.

Gue ingat semua. Kemarin gue masih di kamar kosanku yang bau apek, badan 110 kg, nonton bokep sambil coli sambil nangis karena nggak ada cewek yang mau sama gue. Malamnya tidur dengan doa aneh, "Kalo bisa gue jadi cowok hot..." Dan sekarang? Gue bangun di tubuh Revan.

Tangan kananku masih pegang HP, rekam video selfie tanpa sadar. Aku angkat hoodie pelan-pelan, nunjukin perut six-pack yang berkeringat tipis.

"Fuck... ini beneran badan gue sekarang?"

Gue tarik hoodie ke atas sampe dada. Putingnya kecil dan keras. Gue cubit pelan, dan langsung mendesah keras. "Aaaahh... enak banget." Suara gue—suara Revan—kedengeran kayak erangan porno. Libido ini nggak ketampung. Stamina bela diri yang dia punya sekarang jadi milikku. Aku bisa ngerasain otot paha menegang, bokong kencang, dan kontol yang berdenyut-denyut minta dilepasin.

Aku turun ke bawah. Buka kancing jeans pelan-pelan. Celana dalam PSD ketat banget karena boner. Aku tarik ke bawah. Plop. Kontol Revan—kontol gue sekarang—loncat keluar. Panjangnya minimal 18 cm, tebal, urat-urat menonjol, kepala merah mengkilap udah basah precum. Gue genggem dengan tangan kanan. Panas. Berat. Berdenyut kuat.

"Oh my god..." gue mulai gerakin tangan naik turun pelan. Rasanya beda banget dari kontol gemuk gue dulu. Ini sensitif banget. Setiap usapan bikin lutut lemes. Gue tatep cermin, liat wajah hot ini lagi mendesah, mata setengah merem, bibir terbuka, gue jadi ngeuh kenapa Revan dulu selalu pede. Tubuh ini memang dibuat buat ngentot dan dia jadinya pede mampus ngebawa diri dia kemana-mana

Bayangan mulai dateng. Gue bayangin Revan yang asli—pembully misoginis itu—pasti sering ngentot cewek di kamar mandi kampus. Sekarang gue yang di dalam tubuhnya. Gue ngebayangin cewek-cewek yang dulu dia ajak ngebully gue, yang dia bilang "pelacur" atau "cuma buat coli". Sekarang gue bisa bayangin mereka ngeliat tubuh ini, minta dientot.

Tangan kiri gue meremas bola-bola yang penuh. Berat. Penuh mani. Gue percepat gerakan.

"Ahh... fuck... enak... kontol gue gede banget..." Gue ngomong kotor pake mulut Revan. Otaknya yang misoginis kayak ikut nimbrung. "Gue mau entot semua cewek di kampus ini yang bagi gue hot... mereka pada ngiler liat tubuh gue ini..."

Gue angkat satu kaki ke wastafel, biar lebih leluasa. Posisi itu bikin otot paha dan bokong keliatan jelas di cermin. Gue jadinya malah coli lebih agresif. Tangan naik turun cepet. Precum udah netes-netes ke lantai marmer. Gue ngeliat bayangan diri sendiri—cowok hot, hoodie naik, kontol gede nongol, lagi coli gila-gilaan, kayak binatang coy.....

Sensasinya naik cepet. Stamina bela diri ini bikin aku tahan lama, tapi libido "sagapung" ini terlalu kuat. Aku mendesah keras, suara Revan bergema di kamar mandi. "Aaaahh... mau keluar... mau muncrat..."

Gue bayangin lagi: Gue (di tubuh Revan) lagi ngentot cewek di depan cermin ini. Dia ngerangkak, bokongnya ke belakang, gue pegang pinggul dia yang ramping untuk gue kontrol, kontol masuk keluar cepet. "Lo suka kontol gue yang gede ini, kan? Dulu lo ngejek gue gemuk, sekarang lo minta dientot sama tubuh gue!"

Gue nggak tahan lagi. Tubuh ini kejang. Otot perut six-pack menegang keras. Kontol berdenyut kuat-kuat.

Byurrr!

Muncrat pertama panjang banget, nyembur ke cermin. Putih kental. Muncrat kedua, ketiga, keempat... Gue erus coli sambil ngeliat mani Revan—mani yang sekarang jadi punya gue—nempel di cermin dan lantai. Banyak. Bau maskulin. Gue orgasme hampir 30 detik lamanya. Lutut gemeteran.

Gue ambruk sedikit ke dinding, masih pegang kontol yang masih setengah ngaceng. Napas ngos-ngosan. Senyum puas di wajah cermin.

Gue ambil HP, matiin rekaman. Foto selfie tadi masih ada. Tubuh hot ini lagi senyum lebar, hoodie agak berantakan, celana turun, kontol masih basah. Gue kirim ke diri sendiri (nomor lama gue) dengan caption:

"Lo dulu gemuk. Sekarang gue hot. Dan gue bakal pake tubuh ini buat balas dendam... sambil ngentot semua yang lo suka."

Gue cuci tangan, tapi nggak langsung mandi. Masih ada sisa libido. Gue liat tubuh ini lagi di cermin. Masih keras. Stamina bela diri emang kelas kakap.

Gue mulai lagi. Kali ini duduk di closet, kaki lebar, tangan kerja lebih pelan. Gue mau nikmatin setiap detik jadi Revan.

Selama berjam-jam di kamar mandi itu, gue coli berkali-kali. Bayangin skenario demi skenario. Dari missionary sambil liat wajah hot ini di cermin, doggy sambil tarik rambut cewek, sampe cowgirl di mana ceweknya naik di atas six-pack ini. Otak misoginis Revan bikin fantasi semakin kotor: "Semua cewek cuma lubang buat kontol gue."

Saat matahari mulai terbit, gue akhirnya keluar kamar mandi. Tubuh masih basah keringat dan mani. Tapi senyum gue lebar karena gue bukan pecundang gemuk lagi. Gue Revan Argantara Atmaja sekarang.

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I woke up with my heart pounding hard. My head was spinning like I’d been hit by a truck. My body felt… light. Too light. Usually when I woke up, my big fat belly felt heavy, my breathing was labored, and my thick thighs rubbed against each other. But this time? I felt… strong. Muscles tense under the skin, a narrow waist, and… fuck, this chest felt solid.

I opened my eyes slowly. A gray marble bathroom. A large mirror in front. And in that mirror…

It wasn’t me.

It wasn’t the round, acne-covered face I usually saw every morning. This was a sharp face, strong jawline, full lips now smiling widely without control. Messy black hair that still looked cool. A tall body, broad shoulders, muscular arms from martial arts training that clearly didn’t belong to a loser like me.

I… was in Revan’s body.

Revan. My main bully at campus. The guy who used to mock my body in front of girls, saying shit like “You’re a fat pig, who the hell would want to see you naked?” The one with a brain full of misogyny, a filthy mouth, but a body that… God, this body was now mine.

My right hand was still holding an iPhone with the front camera on. I was taking a mirror selfie. A loose black Supreme hoodie that still showed the shape of my chest and faint six-pack. Low-slung jeans, and the waistband of my BOSS underwear visible. A firm ass. Muscular thighs. And between my legs…

Fuck. I was rock hard.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, breathing heavily. My mouth—Revan’s mouth—was open wide, wearing that flirty smirk he used to seduce girls. But now that smirk was coming from inside me. I was trembling. The sudden flood of libido into this brain was insane. All my life I could only jerk off in my room while watching porn, but now this body felt like a high-class sex machine.

“So fucking horny I can’t hold it,” I muttered in Revan’s deep, sexy voice. My left hand unconsciously moved down to my abs, stroking the hard muscles. The skin was hot. Every touch sent electricity straight to my crotch. The cock inside these underwear… was huge. Long. Heavy. Already fully erect and pressing hard against the hoodie fabric.

I remembered everything. Yesterday I was still in my smelly boarding house room, 110 kg body, watching porn and crying while jerking off because no girl wanted me. That night I slept with a weird prayer, “If only I could become a hot guy…” And now? I woke up in Revan’s body.

My right hand was still holding the phone, unconsciously recording a video selfie. I slowly lifted the hoodie, revealing my six-pack abs glistening with a thin layer of sweat. “Fuck… is this really my body now?”

I pulled the hoodie higher until it reached my chest. My nipples were small and hard. I pinched them lightly and immediately moaned loudly. “Aaaahh… that feels so good.” My voice—Revan’s voice—sounded like straight-up porn. This libido was uncontainable. The martial arts stamina he had was now mine. I could feel my thigh muscles tightening, my firm ass, and my throbbing cock begging to be released.

I moved lower. Slowly unbuttoned my jeans. The BOSS underwear was stretched tight from my massive boner. I pulled it down. Plop. Revan’s cock—my cock now—sprang out. At least 18 cm long, thick, veiny, with a glistening red head already leaking precum. I grabbed it with my right hand. Hot. Heavy. Pulsing strongly.

“Oh my god…” I started stroking up and down slowly. It felt completely different from my old fat cock. This one was extremely sensitive. Every stroke made my knees weak. I stared at the mirror, watching this hot face moaning, eyes half-closed, lips parted. I realized why Revan used to be so confident. This body was literally made for fucking.

I lifted one leg onto the sink for better access. That position made my thighs and ass look even more defined in the mirror. I stroked faster. “Ahh… fuck… it feels so good… my cock is so big…” I talked dirty using Revan’s mouth. His misogynistic brain seemed to join in. “I’m gonna fuck every girl on campus… they’ll be drooling over this body…”

I imagined Revan—the original misogynistic bully—fucking girls in campus bathrooms. Now it was me inside his body. I pictured the girls he used to bully alongside me. The ones he called “sluts” or “only good for jerking off to.” Now I could imagine them seeing this body and begging to be fucked.

My left hand squeezed my heavy balls. Full of cum. I sped up. “Aaaahh… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna shoot…”

I pictured it again: Me (in Revan’s body) fucking a girl in front of this mirror. Her on all fours, ass pushed back, me gripping my now-toned hips, cock slamming in and out fast. “You like my big cock, huh? You used to mock me for being fat, now you’re begging to get fucked by this body!”

I couldn’t hold back anymore. This body convulsed. My six-pack abs tightened hard. My cock throbbed violently.

Spluuurrt!

The first shot was long and powerful, splattering onto the mirror. Thick white cum. Second, third, fourth… I kept stroking while watching Revan’s cum—my cum now—stick to the mirror and floor. So much. Musky masculine scent. I orgasmed for nearly 30 seconds. My knees were shaking.

I slumped slightly against the wall, still holding my half-hard cock. Breathing heavily. A satisfied grin on the face in the mirror.

“This… is just the beginning,” I whispered.

I stopped the recording on my phone. The selfie photo was still there. This hot body smiling wide, hoodie messy, pants down, cock still wet. I sent it to my old number with the caption: “You used to be fat. Now I’m the hot one. And I’m going to use this body for revenge… while fucking everyone you wanted.”

I washed my hands but didn’t shower right away. There was still leftover libido. I looked at this body in the mirror again. Still hard. The martial arts stamina was truly world-class.

I started again. This time sitting on the toilet, legs spread wide, stroking slower. I wanted to savor every second of being Revan.

For hours in that bathroom, I jerked off multiple times. Fantasizing scenario after scenario. From missionary while watching this hot face in the mirror, to doggy while pulling a girl’s hair, to cowgirl where she rode on top of these abs. Revan’s misogynistic brain made the fantasies even filthier: “All girls are just holes for my cock.”

When the sun started rising, I finally left the bathroom. My body was still wet with sweat and cum. But my smile was wide.