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Shell Change

Hermit crabs are well-known worldwide for their habit of using seashells as "mobile homes", which they gradually replace as the previous one becomes too small or uncomfortable. It's a simple and easy process. But with human intervention, it has gradually become more complicated, causing the crabs to end up using other, less conventional things as shelters.

Larry was a small crab who had had quite bad luck finding a new shell. He had only found trash and a few other containers that were too impractical for him to use. However, being without a protective shell was like being out in the open, begging Mother Nature to do her work. He couldn't continue taking such risks.

He had surfaced to try to improve his search on the surface. Maybe he would have better options than the seabed. He searched everywhere without much success until he saw something lying on the sand. It was... gigantic, about twelve times his size. He could see the folds of muscle, the deep crimson of what appeared to be a... loincloth? He had no idea what he was looking at.

He wasn't unfamiliar with humans, but he was certainly used to seeing them more "active" rather than lying completely motionless. Larry tried to move beside it to gently push it away, but at that moment, he felt as if his paws were sinking into its skin like wet sand. He tried to back away, testing the surface with curiosity.

He had no idea if human skin had that characteristic, but a sound similar to a squawk from the sky alerted him that a seagull was circling the area, dangerously close. The little hermit crab panicked. What would he do? He was completely exposed. If he went back to the sea, who knew what dangers awaited him there? Venturing further inland wasn't an option either, and staying there was even less so. So what was the best option?

Larry stepped on the skin again, feeling the soft, squishy surface once more. Another croak alerted him. With little choice but to push forward, slowly entering the man's back. The man let out an uncomfortable grunt. The crustacean continued pushing until it disappeared completely inside his spine.

At first, the man's body remained completely still until it began to move abnormally again. His back twisted to the right, his legs began to move uncontrollably as if he were kicking the air, his arms followed suit, and his eyes fluttered open with vague movements that briefly turned them blank. He continued to grunt and gasp incomprehensibly, his hands thrashing against the sand as he felt something else invading him from within, climbing up his spine to the top of his head.

The stranger continued to thrash about on the ground, shaking his head, trying to maintain control of his body with his hands, but without much success.

— MWWWHHHAAAWWW – he continued to grunt, writhing, his breathing ragged, his pulse even more so. He tried to resist with all his might until it was impossible. He only let out a defeated gasp, collapsing onto the sand, exhausted.

He remained like that for a while, his chest exposed, until he opened his eyes, somewhat confused. The light bothered him as if the sun were shining directly on him; his head was killing him. He groaned again, covering his face.

— Ugh... Shit – He whispered, lying there with his eyes closed until he opened them, confused. He got up quickly; why did he feel so heavy? He tried to crawl, but his arms gave way, pulling him back and sending him sprawling face-first onto the sand – Agh! – He lay on the sand for a while longer, his nervous eyes darting around, his hands slowly reaching for his face – What... what the hell is this?

He got up as best he could, struggling to move his legs normally; he seemed clumsy. He moved one foot in front of the other and then back again, the sand tickling the soles of his feet. What had seemed like confusion and annoyance at first quickly transformed into surprise and... something more.

The crab-turned-man brought his hands to his new pectoral muscles, squeezing them. It was a completely new sensation, nothing like his usual rough, hard skin. It was... soft and spongy. He let out a chuckle that ended in a gasp, his eyes rolling back as his finger brushed against his areolas.

— Mfhhh! – escaped his lips, his fingers sliding against them, opening his mouth to tempt his moist tongue. Everything was new to him, so... big and perfect. Was it like a new... shell? A refuge? He'd certainly used some unusual things, but this far surpassed anything he'd ever known.

Those agile hands, with those long fingers, those... biceps and... Ugh! What was that smell? He tentatively raised his armpits to give it a quick sniff. They smelled quite strong, a mixture of sea salt and something more acidic, similar to vinegar. He wrinkled his nose but sniffed again, taking a deep drag. The more he smelled, the more he liked it.

Under his gaze, confused, as he felt his new tool harden against his wet swimsuit, Larry touched it, only to let out a long gasp. His hand wrapped tightly around it, rubbing himself like a pervert.

— Mfhhhh, f-fuck – In his marine life, he'd never known such fucking... vivid pleasure. It felt great. The birds and other predators that could devour him in one bite were nothing compared to his new form! Those enormous feet were fantastic, and those... muscles? Was that what they were called? They were fantastic! He was a little confused as to why his new "rear end" was so damn big and soft, plump like an anemone, haha! Maybe it would help him float better, who knows.

The poor guy was so confused and ecstatic about the wonders of being human that it was the least of his worries. With that enormous, smelly body, which was a damn gift to him, he could happily adapt to his new form. He was loving being human. Maybe it would be a problem getting used to the... Customs and not wanting to go swimming in the sea, but he could adapt.

And man, did he want to start learning more about the wonders of being human; those gigantic feet were piquing his curiosity so much... Larry moved along the sand, hopping gently with his new gift. How... did it even get to the shore in the first place?

It turned out the original owner was named Gerry, a tourist who had come to the beach area to experience a "bodysuit" party, one of the newest offerings from CORPUS.Inc. Entry was by invitation only. There, they assigned "roles" – some would wear the suits, others would be the ones. For better or worse, Gerry had been assigned the last one.

He felt his skin transform from what he was used to into a rubber suit the moment he took a sip of a cocktail with a "special touch". A fat millionaire had chosen him, groping himself all over with other borrowed guys just as sculpted and attractive as himself. He had behaved like a complete pervert (in fact, the word fell short; more like a damn pig), sniffing other people's feet and armpits, touching everyone here and there, and hadn't hesitated for a single second to put on his tight, passion-colored swimsuit.

Until he abandoned it on the beach. Gerry had been instructed that the effect would wear off after midday and that he would return to normal without any complications or side effects. Until Larry found him and... Well, he seemed quite pleased with his gift, which, unfortunately for the original owner, had already passed the time limit for returning to normal. So it was only a matter of time before they both got used to their new roles.

But goddamn! Larry was going to discover all out the new pleasures of humanity. Today was just the bright horizon of his new and fantastic life; this was the best shell change of his life! Yes!

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I know this story is somewhat… unusual or outside the parameters of what I'm used to (like ghosts, creatures and monsters, possessions or more conventional exchanges, etc.) But I really enjoyed writing this plot and now I'd like to ask you, did you like this approach?

Remember that in the coming months, I'll mostly be posting summer-themed stories. Other series you enjoy, like Haunted, Slipped, and others, will still be available, but I'll try to give them a more summery feel. I hope you're enjoying it!

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Aiman stepped off the rickety intercity bus into the dusty lane of his hometown on the outskirts of Jakarta, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows over the familiar wooden houses and narrow alleys. At just 18, fresh from six years at the pesantren in East Java, he looked every bit the ideal santri: body built and toned from years of communal living, service and prayer, dressed in a crisp white koko shirt with black buttons, matching white trousers, and a simple white peci cap perched neatly on his short black hair. His voice is soft, almost melodic, when he greeted his parents at the gate.

“Assalamualaikum, Umi… Abi. I’m home.”

"G---guys, business case kita deadlinenya besok......m--mungkin kita harus f---fokus----"

"Gak usah takut gitu dong, kita berdua kan jelas pinter, percaya aja ama kita. Lo harus santai dikit, tenang aja, ini bagus untuk bikin ide kita makin tajem,"

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"G---guys, our business case deadline is tomorrow.....m---maybe we should f--focus----"

"You have nothing to be afraid off, we are both smart guys, just trust us, we know what we do, you need to be chill a bit, relax, it will make your idea, our idea, sharper too," knowing full well they are about to wreck her pussy. Little did she know, the two guys are not necessarily in control of themselves

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Will make this into a full feature, in the meantime, chill, relax guys ;)

Stella just finished with her influencer gathering event when she suddenly found herself pushed to the spacious disabled bathroom from behind as she headed for the regular ladies room in the quiet corner of the mall while waiting for Gio, her boyfriend, to pick her up. As she looked back, she found that the one that pushed her in (and now has locked the door!) is this sleazy-looking abang ojol that clearly reeked of the sun and sweat of hour-long motorcyle drives under Jakarta's punishing heat. She of course tried to scream her hearts out but he's very quick to subdue her as he quickly put his arm around her neck and pinned her to the wall to shut her, she can fucking feel his boner on her back as he whispered in that warm, husky, cigarette-and-cheap-coffee-laced breath to her ear for her to stop wasting her energy to resist and scream and just obey him. She fights as hard as she can but his strangle hold proven to be very effective as his free hand also groped her boobs and even grazed her pussy during this so after promising to not scream, he no longer pinned her and instead corner her to take a seat on the toilet

"Eh si cantik mukanya merah padam gitu. Kenapa? Gak nyangka ya tetenya diremes gitu rasanya enak banget? Takut ya ketahuan kalau lo udah crot kecil?"

Humiliated. She's utterly humiliated because what he accused him for literally happened. She yelped in half-fear half-delight when he squeezed her boobs and she's definitely leaking already being pinned like that to the wall by a complete stranger. She knows she should be terrified and disgusted by such violations of her privacy and bodily autonomy, but her mind and her clit clearly betrayed her as even his verbal make her leaking as she let out a quiet, ashamed whimper

He grabbed her by the chin and then give it a soft slap of his hand

"Diem," he said coldly with a smirk, telling her to be quiet

Stella whimpered louder and the abang ojol instead slapped her harder

"Gue bilang diem, lonte. Apa harus gue tampar kontol dulu biar lo diem?"

Stella's mind seemingly electrified hearing herself getting called like she's some sort of cheap whore. But the abang ojol assumed her widening eyes as excitement so with ease, he unzipped his jacket and then followed suit with his pants to reveal a damp, cheap black underwear that seemingly imprisoned a smelly python underneath! As he revealed the thick 6 inchers mid-hard, veiny, cut cock, the smell hit her nose as quickly as that very same meat slapped across her face leaving streak of pre and ball-sweat on her face. The abang ojol giggled and then rubbed the tip across her Dior-glazed lips. She knows what he asked her to do so she opened her mouth and SCHLORP, it goes in one sliding motion which surprised her as her eyes immediately watered from the pressure and the stinks that penetrate her nose. He pistoned in and out of Stella's mouth as the sound turned even more obscene with the way she's moaning and gasping for breath followed by the spitroasting followed through with deep guttural groan everytime he slammed her head to his pubes and practically put her on life support everytime he lengthened the duration of her gagging on his cock

"Kalau pacar lo liat kondisi lo sekarang, antara dia mau nabok gue atau jangan-jangan si goblok ngaceng ngeliat ada laki-laki yang bisa beneran nge-treat pacarnya kayak jalang, HAHAHAHA," mocked the ojol cruelly

Yet Stella's eyes widened before it fluttered and her pussy leaked once more upon listening to such cruel monologue, which the abang ojol clearly spot as his smirk turned even more sinister

"Emang pelacur sinting lo. Image princess lo bener-bener hancur lebur ama tukang ojol bau tengik kayak gini. Laki lo pake Dior Sauvage tapi memek lo basah ngehirup kontol gue sama dengerin fantasi kotor lo bahwa laki lo itu cuck, dasar cewek bego,"

He slammed one deep thrust into her mouth and she whimpered more as she can feel that her pussy is dripping wet now from arousal. She tapped his legs and asked him to stop but he insisted for another 10 seconds before releasing the whole snout from her throat with a loud obscene pop and a series of panting breath from her. She smirked a dumb smile at the abang ojol and then chuckled

"Babe, this is next level crazy. I've never been wetter than this, see for yourself," Stella said as she weirdly called the abang ojol endearingly and even this time spread her cheeks willingly to then reveal her leaky pussy. The abang ojol just rubbed that wet hole with two fingers of his and give it a taste, and then he smirked

"Your smoothie diet paid off, babe. Tasted heavenly,"

"Awww, you sounded so cute speaking English in that jamet accent. Fuck babe, by far this ojol is the best one. Clearly beat the tukang ledeng that's for sure,"

"Well, let me unload to your mouth and wrap this up. We've spent more than 10 minutes here, people might get suspicious,"

"Yeah sure, can you switch to Bahasa Indonesia again? Make the whole thing more.....believable,"

"Sesuai pesanan ya, Neng," he said with a vicious grin as he opened her mouth wide and started jackhammering that tight second pussy of hers instantly

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Stella left the disabled bathroom discreetly after cleaning herself up and put on another dress as her boyfriend's soul signaled to her that the coast is clear for her to go out. Meanwhile, the used meat of the abang ojol just simply laid unconscious with his cock sticky and poking out from his unzipped jeans. He'll surely get reprimanded for delaying an order and caught in such lewd act but Stella and Gio are too horny and too entitled to think about other people that lived below them in terms of economic strata. As she entered the car that awaits her in the basement parking lot, Gio just smirked and acted all normal

"What took you so long? You said to pick you up at 3," Gio said with a very subtle smirk as his cock hardened in his pants

I woke up to the sound of the dorm shower shutting off and the heavy, wet footsteps of my roommate crossing the room.

Reece.

Even the name still sent a dark little thrill through me every single morning.

He stepped into the main room still dripping, curly brown hair plastered in messy, damp ringlets across his forehead, that signature half-smirk already tugging at his full lips like he knew exactly how ridiculous he looked and didn’t give a single fuck. Water and sweat mixed on his skin, turning it into a glossy, golden map of muscle. Those heavy pecs rose and fell with each breath, the deep cleft between them shiny and inviting, dark nipples still tight from the cold water. His abs flexed and rippled as he towel-dried his hair, every ridge and cut standing out in sharp relief. The towel hung dangerously low on his hips, the thick root of his cock just barely hidden, the heavy bulge shifting with every step.

“Morning, nerd,” he rumbled in that deep, post-sleep baritone, voice still rough from sleep and the way he’d probably been moaning my name into his pillow an hour earlier. He caught me staring and flexed one arm lazily, watching the bicep peak and the veins stand out along his forearm. A bead of water traced down the curve of his pec, caught on the nipple, and dropped onto the floor. “You gonna keep eye-fucking me or you actually getting up today?”

I grinned, cock already thickening under the sheets. “What? I'm just appreciating the view. You look like you got run over by the protein truck again.”

Reece laughed, low and easy, and turned to grab his gym bag. The motion made those massive lats flare and that perfect bubble ass flex under the towel. He had no idea. No clue that a week ago he’d been my balding, beer-gutted, ranting homophobic father. No memory of the slurs, the lectures, the way he used to sneer at anything that wasn’t “normal.” All of that had been scrubbed clean by Chronivac.

Now he was Reece—my 22-year-old, 6'2", 225-pound bi jock roommate who thought we’d been sharing this dorm since freshman year. And he was mine in every way that mattered.

I waited until he left for his morning lift before I pulled out my phone and opened the app again. The interface glowed softly.

Target locked: Reece.

Status: Oblivious.

Reality stable.

I scrolled through the categories I’d already tweaked and felt my cock twitch at the memory of how it had all started.

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What happened exactly? It had been last Friday night.

My dad—Robert—had shown up at the dorm unannounced, same sour expression, same gut straining against his polo, same receding hair and judgmental eyes. He’d taken one look at the rainbow flag sticker on my laptop and launched into the usual bullshit about “real men” and “phases” and how I needed to “fix my shit before it’s too late.”

I’d smiled, nodded, offered him the pull-out couch, and waited until he passed out drunk on cheap beer and self-righteousness.

Then I opened Chronivac.

I’d set the parameters with shaking hands and a throbbing dick.

Name: Reece Thompson.

Age: 22.

Height: 6'2".

Weight: 225 lbs.

Body Type: Competition-ready jock, low body fat, maximal muscle density, tanned skin, thick curly brown hair, handsome face with natural smirk.

I’d spent a long time on the body sliders.

Shoulders: +40%.

Chest: +65% — heavy, rounded, deep cleavage, sensitive nipples.

Arms: 19-inch biceps, thick vascular forearms.

Abs: deep-cut 8-pack with sharp obliques.

Legs: tree-trunk quads, diamond calves, and an ass that would make grown men cry.

I previewed it and nearly came in my sweats at the render.

Cock & Balls: 8.5 inches soft, 10.5 hard, thick as a wrist, heavy low-hanging balls, constant precum production, high sensitivity, refractory period near zero.

Ass: Plump muscular bubble, tight when flexed but soft and greedy when relaxed, prostate hypersensitive.

Libido: Maximum. Always horny. Leaks easily. Gets hard from flexing, from being watched, from my voice.

Personality: Cocky, outgoing, gym-obsessed jock bro. Openly bisexual. Flirty with everyone. Secretly submissive and eager to please only around me—his “nerd roommate.” High confidence, zero homophobia, zero shame.

Awareness: Off. Full reality rewrite enabled.

Apply – Gradual Over 90 Minutes.

I hit that button. Then I sat in the dark and watched my father become my perfect roommate.

It started in his face. The snoring stopped for a second as the skin smoothed. Deep lines around his eyes and mouth faded like they’d never existed. His receding hairline surged forward, strands thickening, darkening, curling into those messy brown waves that now framed Reece’s face so perfectly. His jaw cracked softly and squared out, stubble reshaping into the light, sexy scruff that suited him. His lips parted on a sleepy sigh and settled into that permanent half-smirk. Even unconscious, he looked cocky and fuckable.

His neck thickened next, cords standing out, Adam’s apple more pronounced. When he mumbled something in his sleep it already sounded deeper, smoother, younger.

The chest was the part that made me pull my cock out and start stroking slow and tight.

Under the old polo, his soft tits began to swell. The fabric stretched with a quiet creak. I watched the shape change—fat melting, muscle packing on in heavy, rounded slabs. His nipples pushed outward, darkening, growing sensitive enough that even in sleep one hand drifted up and rubbed across the new chest. The polo rode higher and higher as the pecs inflated, the deep valley between them forming right before my eyes. Throb… pulse… stretch… I could almost hear the tissues remolding. By the time the changes slowed, two heavy, meaty pecs strained the fabric, the outline of those fat nipples obvious. A bead of sweat already glistened in the new cleavage.

His gut followed, shrinking fast. The beer belly caved in with wet, sucking sounds I felt more than heard. Skin tightened. Muscle carved itself into existence—first the top row of abs, then the lower ones, deep cuts appearing between each block until an 8-pack sat where the paunch had been. His waist pulled in, creating that sharp V that arrowed straight down to his crotch. The polo was now comically tight, seams popping one by one with tiny pop-pop sounds as his lats and chest kept growing.

Shoulders broadened with dull cracks, delts capping, traps rising. His arms inflated like someone was pumping air into them. Biceps rounded and split, veins rising to the surface in thick ropes. The sleeves of the polo shredded at the seams with satisfying rrriip sounds. He shifted in his sleep, one new massive arm flopping over the edge of the couch, and I had to bite my knuckle to keep from moaning out loud.

Lower body next. His legs lengthened slightly as height adjusted, then packed with muscle. Quads swelled against his pants until the fabric stretched shiny and thin. Calves hardened into diamonds. And that ass—fuck, that ass. It rose and rounded, cheeks firming and lifting into two perfect, muscular globes that pushed the seat of his pants to the absolute limit. Stretch… swell… clench… I watched the fabric ride up between the cheeks as they grew. He was going to have the kind of ass that looked obscene in anything he wore.

The crotch was last and the best. Even asleep, his body knew what was happening. His cock began to lengthen down one thigh, thickening visibly, the bulge growing and shifting. Throb… pulse… thicken… The head pushed against the fabric, forming a clear outline. His balls swelled into heavy, churning orbs that made the fabric tent. Almost immediately the high libido kicked in—dark wet spot blooming at the tip of the bulge as precum started soaking through. His hips twitched. A low, unconscious groan left his new deeper voice. I stroked myself faster, matching the rhythm of his growing cock.

Over the next hour the changes refined. Skin tone warmed and tanned. A light dusting of hair appeared across the new pecs and abs, just enough to catch sweat and make everything glisten. The old clothes morphed—polo and pants becoming a tight black tank and gray gym shorts that barely contained the new body. When he finally stirred and sat up, stretching those massive arms overhead, pecs bouncing and flexing, he looked exactly like the man now living in my dorm.

“Shit, I crashed hard,” he said in that new voice, rubbing his face. The smirk appeared naturally. “Did you just let me sleep on the couch like a fucking animal, bro?”

I played it cool even though my cock was still leaking in my hand under the blanket. “You looked comfortable. Rough night?”

He stood, and the new body moved like it had always belonged to him. Shoulders rolling, pecs shifting, that heavy cock swinging in the loose shorts. “Nah. Just lifted late. You know how it is.” He scratched his abs absently, fingers tracing the new cuts. “Gonna shower. You need anything before I head out?”

I shook my head, watching the way his ass flexed as he walked away. The reality rewrite had already settled. In his mind we’d been roommates since freshman. My dad had “taken a job out of state.” No one questioned it. No one remembered the old version except me.

And I made sure to enjoy every second of the new one.

Over the next few days I made small, delicious adjustments while he was awake and oblivious.

Tuesday afternoon he was in the middle of push-ups on the dorm floor, tank top soaked through, curly hair falling into his eyes. I sat at my desk pretending to study and opened Chronivac.

Chest size +8%.

Nipple sensitivity +20%.

Apply gradual.

I watched as Reece's pecs swell right there on the floor. Each rep made them bounce heavier, fuller. The tank stretched tighter. His nipples, already sensitive from the first round of changes, darkened and pebbled visibly against the fabric. He grunted through the set, sweat dripping from his chin onto the deep cleavage.

“Fuck, pump’s insane today,” he panted, completely unaware that every rep was making his chest grow. By the time he finished, those pecs were noticeably heavier, the tank looking painted on. He stood up, rolled his shoulders, and caught me staring. “What? You like the pump too, nerd?”

I swallowed. “Yeah. Looks good on you.”

He grinned that cocky grin and flexed both arms, then bounced his pecs deliberately. “These bad boys? Been growing like crazy lately. Must be the new protein shake.” He stepped closer, still breathing hard, musk rolling off him in waves. “You can feel these milkers if you want. Spotter’s privilege or whatever.”

Fuck yeah, I want it.

I reached out and ran both hands over the hot, sweat-slick juicy muscle. They were so full now, so heavy, bulging under my fingers. When I brushed his nipples he let out a soft, surprised nnnghhh and his cock twitched visibly in his shorts. A tiny wet spot appeared at the tip. He didn’t even seem to notice.

“Sensitive today,” he muttered, but he didn’t pull away. If anything he leaned into my touch, eyes half-lidded. That submissive streak I’d programmed was already showing. “Feels… good when you do it, though.”

I squeezed gently and watched his eyes flutter. “Yeah? Maybe I should spot you more often.”

He laughed, low and breathy. “You know what, maybe you should.”

By Thursday I’d added more. Bigger balls. Higher cum volume. Ass sensitivity cranked. And a little extra spice, whenever he was around me and horny, he’d start leaking steadily without realizing it. Reality made sure no one else noticed the wet spots or the constant bulge. Only I got to see how desperate he really was.

That night he came back from the gym looking like a hot mess—curly hair damp, skin glistening, chest pumped and shiny, that smirk in full effect. He dropped his bag, peeled the soaked tank off with a wet schlick, and tossed it aside. Those heavy pecs bounced free, nipples tight and dark. Sweat ran in rivulets down the deep cleft and over the carved abs. He caught me looking and didn’t even pretend to be shy.

“Shower’s all yours if you want it,” he said, but he didn’t move toward the bathroom. Instead he stepped closer, still in those low gym shorts that clung to his thick thighs and the massive, half-hard bulge. The wet spot at the tip was obvious now, fabric dark and clinging to the fat head of his cock. “Or… you could help me cool down first.”

I stood up. My own cock was already rock hard. “How do you want me to help, Reece?”

"Hmmmm, I don't know," He licked his lips, eyes flicking down to my bulge and back up. The cocky jock mask slipped just enough to show the hunger underneath. “Been thinking about your hands on me all day. That spot you gave me the other night? Fuckkkk. Couldn’t stop replaying it.” He reached down and adjusted himself, the thick length shifting heavily. A fresh bead of precum soaked through. “You make me so fucking hard lately, bro. Is that weird?”

I stepped in until our bodies almost touched. The heat rolling off him was incredible. “Not weird at all. I like it. You like it.”

His breath hitched when I ran my palms up his sweat-slick chest, thumbs circling those sensitive nipples. He groaned—deep, needy—and his cock jumped, another pulse of precum darkening the shorts even more. “Nngh—fuck, you're right, nerd. I like your hands…”

I leaned in and licked a stripe up the center of his chest, tasting salt and musk and pure jock. He shuddered, one big hand coming up to grip the back of my neck, not pushing me away but holding me there. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and he actually whimpered, hips bucking forward so that massive bulge pressed against my stomach.

“Bed,” I murmured against his skin. “Now.”

He went willingly, that big body dropping onto the mattress like he’d been waiting for the command. I stripped him the rest of the way and just stared for a second. The cock that sprang free was obscene—thick, veiny, ten and a half inches of throbbing meat, heavy balls drawn up tight, the head already shiny and leaking a steady stream. His ass flexed as he spread his legs for me, hole already twitching.

I took my time. Sucked that fat cock until my jaw ached and his moans filled the room. Schlick… slurp… gluck… He leaked constantly, sweet and salty on my tongue, hips rolling in little desperate circles. When I finally pulled off he was panting, curly hair sticking to his forehead, pecs heaving.

“Fuuuccckkk meeee,” he begged, voice rough. “Pleeeeaseee, roomie. Need it.”

I prepped him slow and thorough, two fingers, then three, watching his greedy hole swallow them. Every brush over his prostate made his cock jump and spurt more precum onto his abs. By the time I pushed inside him he was babbling—cocky jock talk mixed with desperate begging.

“Holyyyy shittt—yeah, stretch me out—FUCK, your dick feels so good in my ass—been wanting this all week—nngh, deeper, bro, please—”

I fucked him hard and deep, watching those heavy pecs bounce with every thrust, abs flexing, curly hair bouncing, that handsome face slack with pleasure. His cock slapped wetly against his stomach, smearing precum everywhere. The sounds were filthy—skin on skin, wet squelch of lube and precum, his broken moans, my own grunts. I reached down and stroked him in time with my thrusts and he came with a shout, thick ropes painting his chest, some landing on his own face and in his open mouth. His ass clamped down so hard I saw stars and followed him over the edge, pumping deep inside that perfect, twitching hole.

Afterward he lay there wrecked and gorgeous, cum cooling on his skin, chest still heaving, that lazy post-orgasm smirk back in place. He reached up and dragged a finger through the mess on his pec, then sucked it clean with a filthy little sound.

“Round two in ten?” he asked, already half-hard again.

I laughed, low and satisfied, and reached for my phone where it sat on the nightstand. Chronivac still open. I could already see the next tweaks I wanted—maybe make that cock even thicker, or add a little more submissiveness so he’d beg prettier, or turn up the nipple sensitivity until he could cum just from me playing with his chest.

Reece—my Reece—stretched like a big satisfied cat, completely oblivious, completely mine.

“Whatever you want, roomie,” I said, already sliding the sliders. “I’ve got all night.”

And I did. The Chronivac glowed. His body was already starting to respond again, cock twitching, nipples tightening, that perfect ass clenching in anticipation he didn’t understand.

I smiled and hit Apply.

The night was just getting started.

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Weeks blurred into the best semester of my life. Reece just being a perfect roommate for me in every single way. He's the perfect jock bro who somehow anticipated every need before I even voiced it. He’d wake up early to make me protein-packed breakfasts, shirtless and still sleepy, those heavy pecs swaying as he flipped eggs and hummed off-key. He quizzed me on lecture notes while doing sets of push-ups between my desk and the bed, his pumped chest glistening, that cocky smirk flashing every time I got an answer right. After long nights hunched over textbooks he’d pull me into his lap, big hands kneading the knots out of my shoulders and back until the massage inevitably turned filthy.

And you know the rest of it. He’d fuck me slow and deep right there in the desk chair, one arm braced beside my open textbook, the other stroking my cock in time with his thrusts, whispering encouragement between kisses until we both came in a messy, groaning tangle. And every single time he acted like it was the most natural thing in the world for a bi jock to dote on his stressed-out roommate like this. He had no idea how perfectly I’d programmed him to be exactly what I needed.

Exam week hit hard. I was a wreck—eyes bloodshot, shoulders locked, barely sleeping, stress radiating off me in waves. Reece noticed immediately. He didn’t push, just brought me extra snacks, left little encouraging notes on my desk like “You’re gonna crush it, roomie”, and gave me those long, grounding hugs that always ended with his hand sliding into my sweats for a quick, filthy handjob that left me boneless and a little less panicked. This morning he’d kissed the back of my neck before heading out, murmuring, “Text me if it gets too much. I’ve got you.” I thought that was it.

I was already sitting in class, and almost everyone had already left. One exam was over, and two more were left. I took a deep breath as my phone lit up with a message from him.

Reece:

Hey stressed boy. Saw how tense you looked when you left. Figured my favorite nerd needed something to take the edge off before that exam. Don’t overthink it. You’ve got this. I’m so fucking proud of you.

Come home after and I’ll help you celebrate properly. Love you, bro 💪❤️🍆

Attached was a video.

I opened it with shaking hands, already half-hard from the tone alone.

“Figured you needed a reminder of what’s waiting for you when that exam’s over,” he rumbled, voice low and intimate like he was right there in the room with me.

“Been thinking about you all morning, roomie. How haaaarddd you’re working… how gooood you’re gonna look when you ace this shit.” He wrapped his big hand around the shaft and started stroking—slow, deliberate, wet schlick-schlick sounds filling the audio as more precum leaked steadily, dripping onto the tile between his feet. His balls hung heavy and full, swinging with every stroke.

"These are all pumped for you. Wish you were here so I could shove your face between them while you study.” His strokes sped up, the head of his cock flaring, the wet sounds getting louder and messier.

“Gonna cum for you right now, bro. Think about this load painting your chest later… or filling that tight ass after your exam. You deserve it. You’re gonna do so fucking good.” His breathing grew ragged, that handsome face tightening with pleasure, the cocky smirk melting into something raw and desperate. “Nngh—fuck—here it comes—FUCKKKK—watch me, roomie—”

Reece came hard, thick ropes of cum erupting across his abs and up onto those heavy pecs, some splattering his chin and lower lip. He kept stroking through it, milking every pulse, hips jerking, deep groans echoing in the locker room. When it finally slowed he brought the camera back up to his cum-streaked chest and smirked again, licking a stray drop from his lip.

“There. Now go crush that exam like the smart, sexy nerd you are. I’ll be waiting. Love you.”

The video ended on that smirk and those glistening, cum-covered pecs.

I set the phone down, took a deep breath, and turned back to my notes with a small, private smile. The exam suddenly felt manageable. And when it was over, I knew exactly who would be waiting—shirtless, smirking, already half-hard and ready to help me celebrate in the filthiest, most caring way possible.

Thanks to Chronivac, my annoying homophobic dad was nothing but a distant memory. In his place was Reece—my perfect, ridiculously devoted, best jock roommate ever who somehow always knew exactly how to take care of me.

And I was never letting him go.

It's your typical after-work night. What's the easiest dopamine? Yup, you scrolled through your endless Instagram feed, the bright screen lighting up your face in the quiet darkness of your room as your thumb flicked upward without much thought. Post after post of fitness models and travel snaps passed by until a vibrant red 'LIVE' icon grabbed your full attention.

It was him, Tyler, the smoking hot influencer you had been crushing on for months, going live from what must be his brand new apartment. Tapping the notification, the stream loaded instantly, revealing Tyler standing in the middle of a spacious bedroom, shirtless and looking every bit the hunk from his photos. His wavy brown hair was perfectly messy, stubble shadowing his chiseled jaw, and his body was a masterpiece of muscle – broad shoulders, massive rounded pecs that heaved with each breath, deep cuts in his eight-pack abs shining under the ceiling light.

"Hey yo, what's good everybody? Thanks for tuning in to the live! Just moved into this sick new place and I wanted to give you all the grand tour right now," Tyler said with a charming grin, panning the camera slowly to show the big window and the neatly made bed behind him. You felt a rush of heat flood your body, your own cock twitching to life in your pants as you stared at his perfect form, the power inside you stirring as your horniness peaked.

Focusing your will, you channeled the magical ability that allowed you to reach into anyone's mind and bend it to your desires.

'Tyler, you're starting to feel an itch in your chest, a warmth spreading through your body,' you thought intensely, directing the command straight into his head through the live stream connection.

On the screen, Tyler continued talking for a moment, gesturing around the room, but then his hand rose unconsciously to rub at his left pec, fingers brushing over the sensitive nipple.

"Man, it's feeling a bit stuffy in here already, or maybe it's just all the excitement of the new place," he laughed lightly to his viewers.

The chat exploding with comments like 'looking jacked as always Tyler!' and 'show us the bathroom next!'. But you could see the slight confusion in his eyes as he lingered on the touch a second longer than normal, his breath hitching just a bit as the suggestion took root deeper in his mind, his nipples visibly hardening into tight little peaks under the bright lights.

You pushed the power further, slow and deliberate, letting the real-time pace of the live unfold naturally as your cock throbbed harder in your shorts.

'Tyler, that warmth is sliding down now, making your abs tingle and your cock start to fill out heavy in your shorts,' you commanded silently, watching his every micro-expression. Tyler's hand drifted lower without him seeming to notice at first, palm gliding over the ridges of his carved abs as he tried to keep the tour going.

"Alright, check out this killer window view – natural light all day, perfect for workouts, you know?" he said, voice steady but with a faint edge now, his free hand absentmindedly adjusting the waistband of his low-slung shorts where a growing bulge was starting to strain the fabric obscenely.

Again, the chat lit up with fire emojis and 'damn those abs tho', but Tyler's brow furrowed slightly, his head tilting back just like in those flexing poses he always did, a soft "Mmm..." escaping his lips before he caught it and cleared his throat.

The mind control sank in deeper as you leaned closer to your phone, your own breathing quickening while Tyler's body responded helplessly on camera.

'Keep going, Tyler, that cock of yours is getting so fucking hard it needs attention, stroke it through the shorts for me,' you willed, exaggerating the sensual pull until his hand obeyed. Tyler paused mid-step toward the window, fingers pressing firmly over the thick outline of his swelling dick, rubbing up and down the length in slow, confused circles.

"Uhhh... guys, something feels... sooo weird all of a sudden," he muttered, voice dropping lower, but he didn't stop, the wet friction audible even through the mic as his palm schlicked over the fabric. His massive pecs heaved faster, sweat beginning to bead on the deep cleavage between them, and the chat went wild with shocked laughing emojis mixed with 'keep rubbing bro what the fuck'.

You held the command steady, drawing out the slow-burn torment as Tyler's resistance crumbled under the magical grip on his mind.

'Pull those shorts down now, Tyler, free that fat throbbing cock and wrap your fist around it for all your fans to see,' you thought with wicked focus, your own dick leaking pre into your underwear.

Tyler's eyes widened on screen, mouth opening in a perfect O of surprise as his hands hooked into the waistband and yanked the shorts down to his thighs in one smooth motion. His massive nine-inch cock sprang free, thick and veiny, the fat purple head already glistening with a fat string of precum that drooled down the shaft.

"Fuuuuck... what am I... ohhhh shitttt, my dick's out on live," he groaned, but his hand was already gripping the base, squeezing the heavy girth as a deep "Nnnngh..." rumbled from his throat, head tilting back again with eyes fluttering half-closed.

The live stream captured every vulgar detail in real time as you fed him more commands, making the jerking build gradually hotter and more desperate.

'Stroke it slow at first, Tyler, pump that meat nice and easy, feel those heavy balls slap against your hand,' you directed, savoring the way his body obeyed instantly. Tyler's fist glided up and down the slick shaft with wet schlick-schlick-schlick sounds echoing through the mic, his hips bucking forward involuntarily while his free hand roamed up to pinch a swollen nipple.

"Ahhh... bros, I can't... uhhhnngh... stop touching myself," he panted, voice cracking into a needy moan as precum oozed in thick rivulets over his knuckles, dripping onto the floorboards below. His abs clenched visibly with every stroke, the defined V-lines framing that pulsing cock like a obscene frame, and the incoming comments flooded faster – 'Tyler wtf is this hot af' and 'stroke faster daddy'.

You ramped up the intensity bit by bit, keeping the pace real-time and torturously slow as Tyler's mind fought and failed against your unbreakable control.

'Faster now, Tyler, jerk that fat cock like the horny slut you are, slap those balls harder and moan louder for the camera,' you commanded, your own hand slipping into your pants to match his rhythm. Tyler's strokes quickened, fist flying up and down the veiny length with lewd wet slaps, his heavy balls swinging and smacking audibly against his wrist.

"Mmmph... fuuuck yes... ahhh it feels so good, why can't I stop..." he groaned loudly, head thrown back exactly like those video frames, mouth wide open in raw ecstasy as sweat poured down his chiseled torso, making his pecs and abs gleam like oiled marble. The chat was a blur of shocked caps and horny gifs, viewers begging for more while Tyler's legs trembled.

The buildup crested higher as you held him right on the edge, forcing every exaggerated sensation to flood his controlled mind in vivid waves.

'Edge it, Tyler, don't cum yet, keep pumping that throbbing meat and feel your balls churning full of thick load,' you willed, watching his face contort in desperate pleasure. Tyler's hand slowed teasingly then sped up again, thumb swirling over the leaking slit as ropes of precum flew everywhere.

"Uhhh... I'm so close... fuck bros my cock's gonna explode... haaaah... don't know what's happening but it feels too good," he whimpered between moans, eyes squeezing shut as his body arched, massive pecs thrusting forward and nipples rock-hard. The onomatopoeia of his frantic stroking filled the audio – schlick-schlick-schlick – mixed with his deep guttural groans, the live counter ticking up with hundreds more joining the chaos.

You finally released the dam, commanding the explosive finish with full vulgar force as the real-time climax hit.

'Cum now, Tyler, shoot the biggest load of your life all over yourself on live, let it splatter everywhere you sexy stud,' you thought triumphantly. Tyler's body seized up instantly, fist blurring on his cock as his balls drew tight and erupted.

"FUUUUCK... nngghaaah... I'm cumming... ahhhnnngh... spluuuurt... spluuuurt... OHHHH YESSSSSS! My god it's everywhere!" he bellowed, thick white ropes of hot cum blasting out in powerful arcs, painting his heaving pecs, dripping down his abs in messy streaks, and puddling on the floor at his feet with wet splats. His mouth hung open in a perfect silent moan, head tilted back just like the video captured, body shaking through spurt after endless spurt until his cock finally stopped pulsing, leaving him glazed and panting.

Tyler blinked hard on camera, cum still dripping from his chin and chest as the post-orgasm haze clashed with your lingering mind control, confusion washing over his flushed face.

"What the... why the fuck did I just jerk off on live? Guys, I swear I don't know what came over me... that wasn't me," he stammered, voice hoarse and shaky, trying to pull his shorts up with trembling hands while the chat exploded in a frenzy of 'that was insane' and 'do it again' messages.

"Shit, shit, shit! Holy shit! What have I done?" he panicked, his eyes darted around the room, cheeks burning red under the stubble as he wiped a streak of his own load off his abs absentmindedly, the live still rolling with thousands watching every second of his bewildered afterglow.

You weren't done yet, the power humming stronger in your veins as horniness surged through you at the sight of his cum-covered muscles.

'Tyler, scoop up some of that hot cum and taste it for your fans,' you commanded smoothly, forcing the next wave without mercy.

Tyler's hand moved on autopilot, fingers scooping a thick glob of his own jizz from his pec and bringing it to his lips, tongue darting out to lick it clean.

I saw this gorgeous art made by one of my favorite man tf/skinsuit-mask artists from China, Huomodaren (@huomodaren on twitter) or Magma. I’ve been a huge fan of his insanely hot and beautiful work ever since he started posting on Pixiv like, about three years ago now I guess??? When I saw this piece (sorry had to cover the dick and ass cause Tumblr violations be trippin, wap wap), I was just like waaaaaaaaaaittt… 😳😳

The guy who commissioned it is a genius cause this concept is actually so fucking hot. I’m not even ogling Laios (okay he’s hot we all know that) but the concept unzipping himself or peeling off his own skinsuit to reveal his favorite character/idol/person underneath?? That shit is seriously… HOT. LOOOOL like daaamn okay that’s hot I love it

It also reminded me of that old cereal commercial where the boring, balding office guy unzips himself and reveals a total Abercrombie hunk underneath. You guys know the one, right? You know that one!

And now that got me thinking hmmmmmmm… wouldn’t it be hot if I could just rip my own skin off (I know that sounds graphic) and when I pull my face off it’s me looking like my favorite porn actor??!!! Unffffff GAD that would be so fucking hot…!! Picture me standing in front of the mirror right, feeling this itchy, funny coiling heat whatever building under my skin, like something’s writhing and burning in the best way… and all my horny neurons just light up at once. Every layer I shed, I want it mmm raw and visceral but clean!! No blood, no gore, none of that nasty shit just me grunting and moaning loud, getting these insane electric jolts of pleasure shooting through my whole body up to my brain…. And then when I finally pull off the face mask and Leo is staring back at me in the reflection… ouuuuuuuhhhhh… that’s when I cum Niagara Falls, bitch 🤤

The only guy who popped into my head when I saw this artwork was him Leo, my favorite Chinese porn actor. I’m obsessed with him like a 13 year old who just discovered porn on his parents PC and can’t stop watching Johnny Sins. He’s just so sexy… and that cocky, douchebag face… yaaa, I wanna look like that. I want his face. He’s such a slut and I love him haha

Like….. right?!!

Should I write a story with this concept?? Would you guys read it? — no the real question is do I actually have time to write it?? Also I’m feeling much better now, I’ll reach out back to you my beloved crazy oomfies 🫶🏽🫶🏽

I’m in my Turkish era eyyyy. I’ve been binge watching Turkish dramas so 😆

[dramatic dialogues in Turkish blaring from the TV]

My baby has been binging Turkish drama shows for… damn I don’t know, almost 3 weeks now I guess? He gets completely glued to the screen and shushes me the second things get intense. Every time I try to remind him to eat or come to bed with me, it’s always “ssshhh!!”

He stays up super late, and by the time I wake up in the morning, he’s usually snoring loud next to me or sometimes passed out on the couch. I mean, what’s so addictive about these Turkish dramas anyway… is it the new hot trend or something? Like that Heated Rivalry craze everyone was hyping up a few months ago? I don’t get it… They’re so cheesy and corny to me. Kind of like my own erotica here, hahaha (hey!!). But honestly, I’d rather rewatch The Pitt or The Righteous Gemstones any day than whatever my husband is obsessed with right now

“Baobei, here’s your Jollibee. Don’t forget to—”

“Yeah yeah, just put it right there” he says without even glancing away from the TV

His eyes are dead serious while he munches on the last Guribee chip. Damn this guy… Guess I’m eating by myself again and sleeping alone. At least I get the whole bed to myself 🤷🏽‍♂️

But I miss him…..😞

I sit down next to him and rest my arm on his shoulder

“What?” he asks, still staring at the screen

“What? Can’t I sit next to you? I miss you!”

“Shut up. What do you want?”

“What’s so good about this anyway? Why are you so locked in?” I ask, half teasing, half genuinely curious

“Ugh, it’s SO good and intense. Yeah, I know it looks corny to you but I love it! See that girl in the brown coat? She has no idea her ‘rich military boyfriend’s’ dad actually killed her dad”

That is so lame LOOL

“Baobei, that’s SO boring and corny—”

“See, this is why I don’t like you sometimes!” he snaps “You always criticize everything I enjoy! Can I have fun please? Damn! I know it’s— you don’t get it. It is so bad that it’s GOOD!”

“Well, which guy do you like? The rich military one whose dad’s a murderer?” I ask, grinning

He rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed. Godd… even when he’s irritated like this, I find it adorable. It makes my heart flutter hehe

“No I like the second lead guy” He grabs my hand and points “Yup! Look at that guy right there!”

I look at the screen and raise an eyebrow. That guy? Over the hot bearded man…??

“Wait I thought—”

“No!”

I chuckle, oh he never changes. He always sticks to his type: young, pretty, guy next door with that bright soft smile and golden retriever energy. I can’t help but smile and feeling grateful that he chose me in the end

“Unfff he’s gorgeous!”

“I thought the bearded guy was hotter” I say.

He glares at me “You’re my husband. You’re supposed to be supportive!”

Hahaha, true. But I just love teasing him like this

“I’m just not into scruffy men”

“But didn’t you say you like Zane Philips? He’s got—”

“When he’s clean shaven in Glamorous” he cuts in. Yano huffs and crosses his arms, still glued to the screen like the world might end if he looks away for even two seconds. I bite back a laugh and squeeze his hand

“Okay okay, sorry. Tell me more about your golden retriever boy then. What’s his deal?”

“His name’s Ege. He’s been in love with her since highschool, but he’s too shy to say anything. He works at this bakery shop that his mom owns and always saves the best pastries for her even though she’s dating that other guy. It’s so sweet. Just… just at look at him ugh, I can’t 😩”

I watch the actor on screen flash a gentle, bright smile and yeah I see it

“You’re such a sucker for the nice guys” I say, leaning my head against his shoulder

“Shut up. You’re a nice guy too…sometimes”

“Sometimes?” I gasp dramatically and poke his side. He squirms and tries to glare at me again, but it’s weak. My baobei leans forward, completely hooked on tv. I don’t say anything this time. Instead, I quietly grab the Jollibee bag, unwrap the peach mango pie, and put it in his hand. He takes a bite without looking

“Thanks”

My chest feels warm. I slide my arm around his waist and just stay there, watching the show with him even though I still don’t fully get the hype. The story’s ridiculous but seeing him this excited makes it kinda fun. After a minute he glances at me, surprised I’m not complaining. “You’re really staying?”

“Yeah. I miss you dummy. If I have to watch cheesy Turkish drama to get some time with my husband, then fine”

“You’re gonna get addicted too, just watch”

“Doubt it”

I laugh, stealing a fry “But I’ll sit here and pretend with you” He leans into me, head on my shoulder this time, eyes back on the screen but his body finally relaxed against mine. And honestly, even with all the over the top fighting and crying scenes and plot twists this right here feels pretty good ❤️

[The next day]

Today is D-1. Our 7 year anniversary is tomorrow, and honestly I’m so happy. We’ve made it seven whole years together. But yeah… his current Turkish drama addiction is lowkey concerning… I keep telling myself not to worry too much. He’ll get over it soon, just like all his other random hobbies. Just like those Digimon cards I dropped almost $2,500 on and that crochet phase two months ago. Both dead and gone now, LOL. Anyway, I’ve got something special planned for him tomorrow~ 🙏🏽 Something playful 😈

What? We haven’t had sex in almost a month. Are you kidding me? My dick is literally yearning to be buried deep inside his wet, throbbing hole!

So here’s the plan: I’m gonna casually tell him I’ll be home a bit late from work. Even though I already asked my boss for two days off. He doesn’t need to know that part. As usual, when I ‘leave’ for work, he’s still glued to the couch, binging another episode. God, that annoying intro song is stuck in my head now 🙄 he thinks I’m at the office but nope. I’m actually downstairs in the secret basement under our house, the one he still doesn’t know exists, working on something reeeeally special. Oh, I already know he’s gonna lose his mind when he sees it~ He’s gonna love it!

I’m sitting at my desk, powering up the computers and flipping on the mask maker machine. The second it starts up, that beautiful low whir fills the room. Ahhhh I love that sound 😌 it’s been a while~

Shit, I need to calm down. Let’s focus, let’s lock in. Alright, let’s see….. I start scrolling through pictures of Turkish guys, looking for something that clicks. Hmmmm…. oh, this one. I click on a photo of a dark haired man in his 40s with a thick mustache, wearing some kind of a uniform. Those piercing green eyes stare straight back at me. Okay, he kinda looks like Stalin, not gonna lie, not gonna lie. He’s giving dictator. Definitely not the vibe I’m going for

Hmmmmm… Oh, this guy’s actually hot! But.. ehh I don’t know… this guy might be too rugged for him. Lack the soft guy next door energy. Well, I save his photos anyway, just in case hehe. I keep scrolling and scrolling until it hits me. Ughh dumbass. The WakoWako app! I just wasted all that time on Yandex for nothing!! Ugh 😑🤦🏽‍♂️

WakoWako is this program I built myself. It’s part of my mask making setup. Basically, it creates completely original faces that don’t exist in real life. Kinda like those AI image generators, but way better and more ethical. Last time I used it, I turned into this hot Cebuano hunk. I open the app, crack my knuckles, and start typing in the description: Young, mid to late 20s. Soft guy next door vibe. Bright smile, warm eyes, thick wavy hair, handsome… and hmmm a slutty (heheh 😏) Turkish man. Two faces. I hit enter and lean back

[Processing… 12 hour 45 minutes left]

Twelve fucking hours?!?! Fuuuck! This is gonna be a long day!

[Twelve hour and a half later]

The screen finally lights up. Two hyper realistic 3D faces rotate slowly, showing every angle

“Yesss… This is it! This is fucking perfect hihi~”

The first one is exactly baobei’s type. Soft, wavy light brown hair that falls in messy curls, framing a warm, boyish face. Those hazel eyes are bright and kind, always looking like they’re one second away from smiling. Gentle cheeks, a soft squared jaw, and thin lips curved in this sweet, golden retriever energy grin. That Izmir charm dripping off him, the kind of guy who looks like he gives the best hugs and says “abi~~🥹” in the cutest way. AHH❤️

Now the second one is a bit more… dangerous. Thick dark wavy hair, deeper brown eyes that feel like they’re staring straight into your soul. Stronger brows, and lips that look so kissable. Still soft and pretty, but with that um “tiktok starboy, big motorcycle ride late at night” edge to it. The kind of guy who could act all innocent during the day and then pin and rail your ass like a horny bunny who took a heroin at night. Raw and full speed. Both of them scream everything my husband drools over in those Turkish dramas. Warm, pretty, approachable, fuckable

I zoom in on every detail, heart racing. He’s gonna lose his goddamn mind… My cock is already half hard just imagining his reaction. I save both models, then start the printing process for both of the masks. While the machine hums to life again, I lean back in my chair and smirk. Seven years together and I still love blowing his ass, I mean, mind. This is gonna be the best anniversary ever!! 💝

[Mask printing 6 hours remaining…]

Well, plenty of time to perfect the voice modulator and pick out the right outfit. Gaaaadd, I can’t wait to see his face when “Deniz” walks through the door tomorrow. My baobei’s Turkish drama fantasy is about to become very, vurrrry real…

[The final day]

The masks are finally done

Yyyesss..!! They came out even more beautiful than I imagined. Yippie! I keep them in the glass display case, lit up perfectly so I can admire them. I slide the case open, yo literally my heart is pounding, like it wants to get outta my chest! (Should I call an ambulance?)

I carefully lift the first one out, the dangerous, star boy, motorcycle guy, the sultrier one…. Let’s name him Arslan heheh. And the second I hold him in my hands, my cock throbs hard and twitches 😳 OOPZIE. My balls churn and already aching. Mann…. this feels so nostalgic. I had the exact feeling and emotion when I made my Cebuano guy mask, Jhomar

Wuihh… just looking at that pretty face makes me leakkk hoooh 💦

I bring him closer and bury my nose in his soft cheek first. I take a long… deep sniff…. Mmmm, that fresh, warm Turkish man scent I programmed into the skin heheh... HEHEHE. So… 😫 fuckin… 🥵 good… 🤤

Then I drag my tongue slowly across his cheek… tasting the smooth, realistic texture. I kiss him open mouthed, hungry, before sliding my tongue up to those lips.

“Nnghaaa~~mmmmhh~~mmuaach, muachh❤️” smaack smaack smaack

I grip his thick, wavy hair tight with one hand while my other fingers gently caress his left thick eyebrow stroking it lovingly… I tongue fuck his mouth deeper “Mmmnghhhm💦” sucking on those soft lips, completely lost in it…

My cwackk 🐔 is rock hard and dripping all over the floor now. And after a few more sloppy, smaack smaack greedy kisses, bitch I can’t wait anymore...!!

I pull Arslan over my head. The mask slides down smoothly at first, then it LATCHES on with a schlurrrrppp, gurgle gurgle.

“Mmmmphhhnnghh…!!!”

The inner layer sucks tight against my real face, like I mean TIGHT. The rubber nerves connecting one by one, sending electric jolts through my skin

“F-FUUUCKK—!!”

My facial muscles start spasming HARRD shlkkk shlkkk shlkk… I can’t keep a straight face even if I wanted to! My new features twist and twitch into dumb, pervy gooner expressions…. my eyes rolling, and my tongue lolling slightly, lips parted in that stupid, horny grin. All the pleasure crashes over me in waves as the mask fully bonds, becoming part of me… Arslan’s sharp jaw, those sultry eyes, that thick dark hair all mine now

I stumble in front of the mirror. Damn… FUCK My new face looks so fuckin hot… but right now it’s completely ruined. Pink flushed, drooling, eyes crossed in goon bliss hihihi. I grin dumbly at my reflection. Arslan’s face on my body looks weird at first, it looks like someone photoshopped his head onto my body. But damn… I dig it, yeeah. I dig it way too much… 😜

I tilt my head, watching the way the light hits his sharp jaw and those sultry eyes. My hands move on their own. I run my fingers along my new jawline, feeling how smooth and defined it is… then slide them up into the thick, wavy dark brown hair. It’s styled with that wet look product, shiny and slick, just the way I designed it. I rake my fingers deeper, scratching my scalp nice and slow… and the longer I do it, the more I lose myself…. 💦

I pull my fingers out, bring them right up to my nose “WHUOOOAHH….” Fuckkkk… the scent is insane. It smells like a midnight motorcycle ride, icy cool air, musky skin, cigar smokes, a hint of gasoline, leather, and sweet mint from the hair product. Mixed with that warm, intimate smell of a young Turkish guy’s hair after wearing a helmet all day… ❤️ My cock throbs violently and leaks a fat string of pre down my thigh...

Arrrrrgghhhh!! I can’t wait to fuck my husband with this face!

“Oh shit! The voice mods!” I say out loud, still using my normal voice as the words are coming out of Arslan’s mouth. And somehow the mismatch makes it weirdly hot… Yeah, that does something to me. I rush over to the desk, grab the small voice modulator chip, and carefully slide it under the neck seal of the mask. The second it connects, a faint green glow pulses around my Adam’s apple, spreading just under the skin. I clear my throat and test it

“H-hey… testing — krrrrshhh— zzzt —crrraaaack— testing”My normal voice glitches, crackin and warpin. The pitch shifts, static buzzing in my ears. Then it snaps perfectly into place

“Ha…habi…ba..baobei…🇹🇷” Arslan’s sultry bedroom voice rolls out low, confident, with that thick sexy Turkish accent. Exactly like I programmed it. I grin at the mirror, watching my new face say it. My cock jumps again

“You like that yes baobei🇹🇷? Ha, what’s dat?🇹🇷 You want me to fuck you harder? 😏🇹🇷 UNGHMM” I test, letting the voice drop even lower. I let out a shaky, breathy, horny laugh that sounds way too hot in Arslan’s voice

Fuck he’s gonna lose it when he hears me talk like this! Ahh!

I was chilling at my favorite coffee shop, sipping on my usual black coffee like I do most mornings. It's this cozy little spot downtown, nothing fancy, but the vibe is chill and the barista— this sweet, brown-skinned guy named Alex—always hooks me up with the perfect brew. He's shy as hell, always blushing when he hands over my cup, and I gotta admit, He tried flirting with me one time when he found out I was gay, but he's not really my type. Sorry, Alex.

Anyway, I'm minding my own business when this hot-as-fuck fratboy struts in like he owns the place. He had an athletic build, broad shoulders, and was wearing tight royal polo shirt showing off his biceps and shorts hugging those thick thighs. Cute face too, with that boyish charm, and a cocky grin that screams "I'm better than you."

He marches up to the counter, and Alex is there, all polite and nervous as usual. The jock orders something—probably some complicated frat-bro bullshit like a pumpkin spice latte or whatever—and Alex nods, gets to work. But when he hands it over, the guy's face twists up like he just smelled shit.

"What the fuck is this?" the jock snaps, slamming the cup down on the counter hard enough that some spills. "I said iced caramel macchiato with extra whip, you idiot. This is hot and tastes like ass."

Alex's face drops, his eyes going wide and sad. He stammers, "Oh, I'm so sorry I must've misheard. Let me fix that right away."

"Misheard? Are you deaf or just stupid?" the jock sneers, leaning over the counter like he's about to jump it. "Hurry the fuck up, I don't have all day. And make it right this time, or I'll talk to your manager."

Alex just nods frantically, his hands shaking as he starts remaking the drink. "Y-yes, sorry again. Won't happen twice." He looks like he's about to cry, poor guy, all distressed and biting his lip.

I wasn't having that shit. Who the hell does this prick think he is, bullying a sweet dude like Alex? Luckily, I've got these magic powers—don't ask where they come from, just know I can bend reality a bit when I feel like it. Especially for assholes like this. I locked eyes with the jock from across the room, whispered a little incantation under my breath, and bam—his smug face went blank. Mindless as a zombie. Without a word, he turns and starts walking toward the bathroom, all stiff and robotic.

I smirked, finished my coffee, and followed right behind him. No one even noticed; that's the beauty of my magic. We push into the men's room, and I guide him into the last stall, locking the door behind us. It's cramped, but that just makes it hotter. I stroke his handsome face—smooth skin, sharp jawline—and lean in close. "Your face is too pretty for such an ugly personality. On your knees, boy. Suck me off."

He drops like a puppet, no hesitation, pulling down my zipper and yanking out my cock. I'm already half-hard from the power trip, and when his warm mouth wraps around me, fuck, it's heaven. He starts sucking, mindless but eager, his tongue swirling around the head, taking me deeper with each bob. His cute face looks so innocent like this, those full lips stretched around my shaft, cheeks hollowing out as he works me. I groan, threading my fingers through his hair, gripping tight.

"That's it, you arrogant little shit," I mutter, starting to thrust. I grab his head and facefuck him hard, slamming into that pretty mouth. With each pump, something wild happens—his body starts deflating like air leaking out of a balloon. First, his shoulders sag, then his chest caves in a bit, getting hollow and light. He doesn't stop sucking, but his frame gets emptier, skin loosening, muscles flattening out. Thrust after thrust, he's turning into nothing but a shell. His arms dangle limp, legs folding weirdly, until finally, with one last deep shove down his throat, he's just an empty human bodysuit hanging from my shaft.

I pull out, wiping my cock on his deflated cheek, and lift the suit by the hair.

Grinning at that slackened face—mouth open, eyes hollow voids. "Should have been nicer," I mock, chuckling as I drop it in a heap on the toilet seat, hollow and empty, just waiting to be worn. But I have no intention of wearing him.

I zip up, stroll out of the bathroom as if nothing happened, and head to the counter. Alex is still looking bummed, wiping down the counter. I scribble a note on a napkin real quick and hand it to him with a wink. "Here's my tip bud." Then I bounce out of the shop, feeling pretty damn satisfied.

On the note was written: "Hey Alex, sorry you had to deal with that arrogant prick earlier. So I left you a generous tip at the last stall of the bathroom. What's in there belongs to you now, enjoy it. Send me a photo of you wearing my gift to this number. Don’t keep me waiting." At the end of the note was my phone number.

That same day, I received a text message with a photo from Alex in his new body.

"Thank you for the tip, sir!"

A couple of days later, I'm back at the coffee shop, craving my fix. Alex isn't behind the counter anymore, just as I expected. And at the counter on his phone is the same cute jock I turned into a bodysuit. He glanced up from his phone and gave me a smirk.

I walk towards the counter standing right next to him, and order a coffee. We had texted the day before to meet at the coffee shop today. I wanted to see Alex enjoying his new hot body in person, so here we are.

We didn't speak, he just walked towards the bathroom, and I followed him. Back to the same stall I left him his generous tip. I push in, and there he is—the cute muscular jock, but with Alex inside. I can tell by the way he smiles, all shy but excited now, in that fit, privileged white boy's skin.

"Hey," he says, voice deeper now, but with that same timid edge. "Thanks, man. For real. You gave me a whole new body, a new life. This guy's got it all—rich parents, popular, girls and guys throwing themselves at him. I've been having so much fun in this privileged white boy's body. No more getting shit on at work. I've been partying nonstop. Mason here has become very popular at gay clubs."

I laugh, stepping closer. "He looks good on you, Alex."

He leans in, kisses me with a confidence he never had before. Then he pulls back, smirks, and drops his shorts. That muscular ass pops out, round and tight, begging for it. "Wanna fuck me? As a proper thanks."

Hell yeah. I bend him over, his ass is muscular, cheeks firm under my hands as I spread them. I lube up with some spit—magic helps make it slick—and push in. Fuck, it's hot, but... "Damn, your hole's pretty loose," I grunt, sliding in easy, thrusting deep into that jock ass.

He moans, pushing back. "Sorry, I've been getting fucked by gay dudes nonstop for the last few days. Yeah, fuck me harder... nnnngghh... it feels amazing!"

That just turns me on more. I grab his hips, pounding harder, feeling those muscles clench around me. His body's perfect—tight abs flexing, back arching as I rail him. Sweat drips down his neck, "I'm glad to see you enjoying my gift," I growl, loving how he whimpers and begs for more. His ass gripping me just right despite the looseness, warm and velvety. I reach around, stroke his hard cock—it's thick, veiny, leaking pre-cum—and he shoots first, crying out as he cums on the wall.

That pushes me over. I bury deep, cumming hard inside him, filling that jock hole with my load. We pant, catching our breath, and I pull out slow, watching it drip down his thighs.

Wally was just finished showering after a night of sex with his boyfriend, Adam and getting ready to post to OnlyFans a selfie he just did in the bathroom when the room suddenly felt cold.

Startled, Wally turned around trying to see where the source is coming from when suddenly he saw the transluscent form of an old man behind him.

Before he can react, the ghost form lunged into his mouth and fought for control. What Wally doesn't know is that the ghost is Elliot, a tenant who had died in his apartment 20 years ago.

Elliot had always haunted the apartment for a long time and possessing people who had lived in his apartment. He had watched Wally for a few days and decided to take over Wally, body and mind.

Wally fell to the floor as he fought Elliot for control. However, due to his experience, Elliot was able to take control of every part of his body slowly, and he can hear Wally whimper as he feels himself getting kicked out of his own body.

Once in full control, Elliot in his new body stretched out his body, feeling out all the sensations. "Damn, son.... your body is so fucking hot!" He began to touch his new nipples and cock, stroking it until he came. Suddenly, in his head, he can hear Wally screaming to give back his body. Elliot decided to silence him in his mind. "You're too noisy, boy.... Your body is now mine for me to use hehehehe.... Looks like your boyfriend can be a vessel for my boyfriend too... hehehe."

It all begin when I was a teen about 13 years old, I came out to my parents and my father disapproved of my sexuality and after a brutal fued, he kicked me out of the house. From this point, I had to survive wherever I could, even tried to get a job as a cashier, but due to my age, I could not get any work.

Until one day, I was passed by this mysterious man who came to me mid day wearing all black, I could not see his face but surely he could be trusting or whatever. He offered me a chance to make a great some of money and may even be easier than school and college. Of course, the things the job required was not easy but I seen enough crime and detective tv shows to have an idea.

They trained me to be hitman, how to use a gun and combat, like a John Wick to a degree. I’ve had my failures but my successes were most memorable and I was recommended for more work. My job got so easy that my heart didn’t even beat much when I shot the trigger.

I was a successful hitman for years carrying out whatever task that I was given and became prosperous as a result.

27 years passed and I would soon be 40, my prime year. Retirement was finally at hand and I could enjoy the life that I wanted as a free gay man prosperously.

One day, I had one last contract, all I had to do was kill this man and stage the scene to look like a suicide. I followed my Hitman ritual and prepared for the task mind and body and when I came to the house, he was all ready dead, butchered to death. Moreover, I was set up and not long after, I was ambushed by the police and out powered and numbered, I had to surrender.

Not long after that, I was sent to court to be judged for murder. I know I murdered before, but for a crime I did not commit at least yet, this is insane. I was guilty and put on execution waited for the electric chair. Only thing on my mind is wrath and vengeance for the company that I worked honestly for most of my life and how I would destroy them with my barehands.

Ten years later, as you would expect, I was electrocuted and died, they disposed of my body and to vultures to be devoured. But this is only the beginning of my story.

My name is Fenix, because of my great wrath, my spirit could not find rest and was forced to roam the mortal plain. Through this time, I could only think of revenge against them, but before that, how I could satisfy my urge, particularly my sexual ones. Despite being a ghost, I still have a yearn to feel another body and as a free gay man(though I’m dead) I crave sexual intimacy. So I followed these man who were named Altero and his friend Casu leaving a bar both seemed drunk and it seemed they were close friends so I followed to there house.

When they entered, one of the really hot friends Altero went upstairs to shower and the latter Casu sat down and dozed off. I pursed the man who was showering and watched. Once he finished wrapped a towel around his waist, he went to the mirror and begin to flex his beautiful muscles. Not able to contain myself, I flew toward him like a whirlwind which caused the towel to fall, revealing more of him below, those muscular glutes so well defined, it would send anyone teeth on edge. I flew toward it and aim for the asshole. As I made my way, he from shock hit the ground on his ass, which not only pushed me in immediately, but got me caught in his belly which gave a bloated appearance. Once I struggled a bit, it calmed down and I was able to put my ghostly form into his limbs and then my ecto-cock into his which caused him a hard on, like he was literally getting fucked from the inside, he wanted to ejaculate there, but I held most of the control leaving him in a euphoric position which made it easier. I then inserted my head into his head which asserted my will over the body.

Once I fully gained control, I looked at the stud from his own perspective.

Damn man, I can see why you get lost looking in the mirror at yourself, you look too fucking good, said Fenix in Altero’s voice. My eyes then drifted toward his hard on, I guess from literally fucking him from the inside out when I put my echo-cock into his. I slowly put his now my hand toward it but then stop cause I had a better idea.

I then went downstairs where his friend was and saw he was dozed off. I began to massage his shoulders working my hands toward his chest muscle which woke him up.

Casu said, “What are you doing?” in a tired and detached tone.

“I’m just making you comfortable”, I said as I proceed to caused him to moan from the sensation of the message.

I then went to his legs to remove his shoes to message his feet for a bit. Then I once I built his trust to began to remove his pants to get my hard on prize that I was waiting for which is when I started to suck it with my mouth. Boy did I take it in my mouth performing every trick I knew and he moaned in pleasure as he came into my mouth, swallowing every bit of it like a pro.

I thought to myself, “I never knew it was this good to taste another man’s cock in my mouth with his cum.”

Casu wasn’t done and neither was I as I continue to remove his shirt to feel every part of his skin toward my own and kiss him chest, neck and mouth. Wanting to take it to the next level, he picked me up making out with me to the room.

Casu the laid me down in the bed with him till our heads met the pillow holding me and caressing me like he cherished me above like, and wrapped in his arm we slept in his embrace not wanting to leave any time soon.