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[semischarmed]

River

River was a walking enigma. 

Instagram, TikTok, Facebook- hell, I even tried looking for a yearbook. Nothing. I had nothing on the guy. Like an illusion, he merely appeared, did his work diligently and then promptly vanished. In fact, his most common phrase around the office was a “Sorry, I can’t- busy.” His distance seemed to put some people off. That only made me want him more.

When Chelsea threw a quitting party, he dropped in, chatted for a few minutes and then left without saying goodbye- except to Chelsea. He wasn’t rude by any means. I’ve only ever seen the guy be polite. I personally found it quite hot. His mysteriousness brought an allure about him.

During another quitting party- a dinner for Mark this time, I tried to make conversation, asking him why he was named River. I actually asked the question in a few roundabout ways. Most I ever got was a “just what my parents named me- they thought I’d have brown hair”. I tried to pry for his hobbies, asked what he did for fun and he only responded with a “I watch baseball, go to the gym, watch TV. I guess”, before asking me about mine. The conversation was cordial, and probably a little boring, but I was captivated. This had been the closest I ever sat next to him. 

My breathing quickened, ever so slightly, as I watched his shirt struggle to contain the form within. I traced the vascularity in his hands, the craftsmanship in the sculpt of his neck, the fabric of his shirt stretching taut when he would reach to grab a napkin. There was a full plate of food in front of me but I was only salivating at one thing.

The conditions were not ideal- but what choice did I have? The guy was like a ghost. I laughed a bit at the irony. I sat right across, trying to filter the scents and the sounds of food and camaraderie to focus on him. This would take all my brain power. I steadied my breathing and sharpened my focus, as I continued to answer and ask mundane questions about some work projects we both had. I started my work, mimicking every microexpression, every slight movement. I tailored every word from my mouth- even my delivery to slowly match his. This had to be subtle, of course- I’ve found out the hard way in the past how creepy this process could look in public if done too quickly. 

River’s eyes blinked slower, like a haze was forming in his mind. I followed suit, weaving my slight impersonation in and out of our conversation. Like a pulse, I felt our movements begin to sync. Almost there. Now came the tough part, slowly drawing him out and isolating him without lo-

“C’mon, let’s all get shots- uh… River you ok bro?” Mark asked.

He shook off his daze, surprised at himself before laughing off the weirdness. 

I was pissed the rest of the night, forcing myself to hide the permanent glare I would have worn for Mark. 

As the night drew on, River left early- of course, and I continued on, staying a bit longer to wish Mark well in one final toast for the night. 

That would be the last time in a while I’d be so close to him. The following drought was unbearable. For the next few months, no one quit. No big holidays were coming up, and our office wasn’t much for parties. Instead, I had to satiate myself with glances and the occasional short conversation.

= = = = 

“Does that work for you two?” My boss asked. I nodded readily, eyeing River’s response. Another nod.

Fuck. I practically jumped when the boss said those words. A presentation. A presentation with River. A chance.

I think I deserved an Oscar for my acting in the few weeks after we were both tasked with the presentation. A wrong font here, corrupted save there, a missed chart. I “worked” tirelessly on the presentation with River, making sure to leave enough mistakes and gaps to drag the process out. 

The guy was too polite, and I knew I had to use that against him. I ran the clock, watching the days progress into weeks and his brow furrow as stress deepened. Of course, I had to play my part, acting innocent at every step. A quick “sorry” for every mistake I planted was enough to ease suspicion. I even faked a confession about roommate drama causing my decline in performance. I thanked how private he was in that moment- I lived alone. Ever the hero, River was quick to take on the responsibility- even covering for me on few occasions. I knew I had to get inside this man.

Then came the day before the big presentation.

“I- uh… okay. Maybe we can finish this at my apartment,” He stated, clearly uncomfortable. I held back a moan.

= = = =

“You can set your stuff down there”.

It was a bit boring compared to what I expected. He was definitely put together at work, so it was a bit surprising to see some mess littering his apartment. 

A few posters dotted the walls. Some basketball guy, I guess. An action movie. A generic college banner. His furniture boxy and grey, and the carpets running through the floors were in need of cleaning. Perhaps unsurprisingly, his kitchen was pristine, practically sparkling, aside from a small collection of protein powders and supplements. 

“Uh.. sorry I don’t really have any snacks.”

He sheepishly opened the near-empty fridge and offered me a choice in drink. Some kind of pre-workout beverage and water. I took the water. 

“Okay, I need to head to the gym for a bit. You still have a few slides you wanted to add, right?” A Hoodie-wearing, duffel-toting River asked. I nodded, trying not to look too eager and straining to keep my eyes from staring at his well-defined legs. 

And then, there I was. Alone in River’s apartment. Alone with River’s apartment. I ran to his dirty laundry pile. 

“Mmmphhhh” My eyes rolled back as I took the deepest inhale of my life. These were River’s boxer briefs. The same ones he had just worn. Doused in the scent of a day’s work. It was damp- guess River was a sweaty guy, though the long walk and couple flights of stairs to get to his apartment may have also been culprit. I was paralyzed in bliss, as I took in every note of his natural musk. 

It reverberated deep in my chest as I continued to circulate every ounce of River I could inside me. The underwear was practically glued to my nose and mouth before I finally relented and drew them away, gasping for air. Exquisite. 

My dick jumped at the sight of a single strand of his pubic hair, like flickering flame. A perverse smile planted itself on my face as I gingerly pulled my clothes off. I shivered as the cold, damp fabric that had just touched his bare flesh was now touching mine. I felt his hair on my flesh, now caked in his sweat. The elastic snapped around my waist as I released, a bit tight. My breaths fell shallow, ragged as I sat there basking in his cold embrace.

Next came the tank top. I mentally hit myself for not putting it on first, as it was a significantly less erotic experience. Still, as I slipped my arms through the holes that his once filled, my dick couldn’t help but twitch in approval. 

I ran to his bed, gripped his sheets, and stifled another moan with his pillow. This man had, until today, been a full on mystery to me. And now, here I was- deep in the recesses of his apartment, nestled in the indent on his bed, buried in fabric stained with traces his scent and natural grime. I was drowning in the all aspects of his daily life. It was an intimacy with River previously unheard of and practically a miracle I hadn’t cummed yet. 

The next few moments were sluggish, mind hazy and drunk in pleasure, as I wore my jacket and pants over the River clothes I had already had on me. I mentally thanked myself for wearing tighter clothing earlier today, as I felt them compress River’s undergarments tighter on my flesh. I walked back, sitting on the dining table and pretending to work.

A few minutes later, the door clicked open and a panting River waved. He no longer had a hoodie on and left nothing to imagination. I eyed the feast before me.

I fucking knew it. This kid was ripped. 

I salivated as my eyes followed every contour of the body that would soon be mine. His flesh was flush and glistening with sweat.

“M-must have been some workout,” I mumbled. I couldn’t stop myself from staring.

“Yeah, fucking kicked my ass today,” River said with a short laugh. My dick twitched. River never swore, never gave off a jockish vibe at work, but here he was, beaten tired and unable to contain his natural state behind a facade of politeness. 

My lip quivered when his post-workout scent wafted into my nose. It was divine. True to his name, River had an earthy, deep musk about him. A delayed, almost sour afternote followed, the kind that clings to the nose. It riled me up, knowing this offensive, raw blast of testosterone had been working next to me for the past two years, hidden by layers of work clothes and pleasantries. River was cleaned, masked and sanitized for corporate America. And now I had a private showing to it. I was feral. I wanted-no, needed to be piloting this hunk for myself.

My trance was broken when River dropped to his couch, laughing slightly. This wasn’t his normal laugh- it dropped all pretense and I recoiled out of reflex, thinking back to that same laugh that emanated from the football jocks back in high school. 

A lazy pair of eyes drifted up to meet me. “Sorry bro, just new a few minutes.”

I gulped. This was my chance. No need for precision, no need for focus. River was vulnerable. In any other circumstance, I’d be syncing to his movements, slowly, imperceptibly altering his as he would start following mine. Then I could pull him into my trance, lead him to a safe area as I continued the process. This was different. River served himself up on a platter for me, beaten to near immobility by his workout. No way was I gonna miss this. I stripped quickly, abandoning my original plan.

Without a word, I walked closer to him, grabbing his wrists. 

“W-what are you”. In that instant, i jumped on top of him, allowing my body to follow the contours of his.

He grunted in defiance while I began to grind in pleasure. “Ughhh! Fuck bro. I can’t! I can’t wait. I can’t wait to be River!” 

The process was quick- his drenched, energy drained flesh practically grabbed at mine, drawn by my own energy into itself. It was osmosis. I moaned as I saw the process start, and River’ meaty form encapsulate my own. His arms and legs splayed as he screamed at the intrusion. “What the fuck are you-“ He grunted in pain as he felt our two forms begin to meld. I laughed a perverted laugh, eyeing how deep I was inside him. His lack of energy had been his downfall.

I licked the inside of his head, feeling him shiver and whimper at the intrusion. I whispered venomously. “What am I doing?” I thrusted myself deeper into his muscled form, “I’m becoming River. I’m gonna wear you like a fine red suit.” I felt my facial muscles match his and pulled him into a smile he did not intend to make. “You boring prude. This body was built for sex. You’re starving this poor thing. I bet it’s backed up.” I whined in half-whispers. “Let me take you for a ride.” River moaned in horror, kicking his legs into the sofa in discomfort as his muscled back began to close over me. Possessing the ginger felt like a warm, dank hug. “You feel that?” I teased, this time his voice mimicking mine. He could no longer respond as it had become my mouthpiece. Instead, his head repeatedly slammed the sofa in resistance, forced to wear a smile that was not his own. 

I laughed, feeling our combined chest heave in deep pleasure as I jammed my fingers deep into each bicep. I drilled into each arm, relishing in feeling his muscle fibers slip past me. Power. He shook as he tried in vain to resist my fingers filling into his. Putting on those vascular hands like well-fitted gloves. “Fuck yeah bro… that’s the stuff. Dominate me. Command me. Control my every move. My nerves are itching for their owner. Put this ginger meatsuit on…” I mock in his voice. Tears welled in my eyes, as I felt him continue to slam our slowly merging head into the sofa. I purse our lips before moaning further. “Wear my clothes…” My legs wove into his, twisting and binding into one. “Wear my personality…” the bottom half of our merged face laughs, while my new eyes blink away angered tears. I felt his memories begin to flow and surround mine. His rage and desperation flowed through me. The slamming slowed, coming to a complete halt as a reborn River’s eyes blinked into a lewd, sinful glee. “Wear my life.”

I stood up, piloting my new body towards the mirror. “You’re still in there, aren’t you?” River’s outward defiance no longer showed over his perfect flesh but his mind was a raging storm. “Good.” His body lit in searing pain, sore muscle tendon and fiber forced to flex. I felt the storm calm as he was stunned. I myself winced slightly before my arousal imprinted itself through River’s face. This was my pain now. I could feel every fiber of his musculature tearing and repairing themselves. Building back stronger with the pre-workout mix he had drunken earlier. Building back with me embedded deep inside. Our leg wobbled in pain, before I slapped it back into submission, forcing it to flex. “Fuck yeah, that’s the stuff.”

I roared and patted my new chest and abs. “YEEAAAH!” Just one last piece of me was left. An intentional dessert I had left not internally bonded with River. 

I let his normally stoic face relay the erotic pleasure I felt in wearing this flesh. I then pulled a “serious” face, bringing pained biceps into a flex. “We gotta live up to our name bro… gotta let the river flow”. A greedy tongue licked the dripping sweat hanging off ginger hairs of his armpit. I wanted to savor this. The tangy, salty nectar lingered in our shared tongue before I began to make out with my new reflection. With a grunt, I slammed River’s pelvis into the mirror, groaning as my growing hard-on began to fill into his dick. At first contact, I felt our senses mingle and the cold metal of the mirror. I grunted, trying to reign in the lust. With our linked sensitivity, I could feel my original body’s dick worming itself into my soon to be River-flavored cock. I thrusted my rod up, relishing in the soothing bare metal beneath the perverse cock and cock sleeve combination.

I grabbed at my new rod with one hand, while the other greedily dragged across my new body, feeling every new muscle and crevice and damp piece of the hunk. River thrashed inside me, disgusted at feeling his own flesh violate itself. At watching this new carnal entity that wore his face and name.

“S-someone’s gonna find out. Someone will fix this” He threatened in my mind. 

“No bro… you’re the perfect host. No one at work knows a thing about you”. I cooed in his voice. “When we quit, when I take this thick ginger cock for a joy ride-“ tug “No one…” tug “No one will know.” I groaned as the last of his dick bonded to mine. We were complete. “I’m River now!” I shouted before devolving into whimpers of pleasure as I felt River’s warm seed stream out of me. 

River’s softening, sore wood was forced back into full mast as I eyed the full extent of my- now his- depravity. Not wanting to waste a drop, I smeared my new lotion onto my new flesh, caking in layers of his drying sweat with layers of drying semen. I could only hear gagging in my mind as River was forced to taste his own produce. It’s my body now anyways, why shouldn’t it reek of sex and his natural musk?

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[max-the-many]

How could I resist when he moved into the neighborhood - I didn't even notice it up until I missed that old guy that happened to be the former resident of the flat.

I even worried. He was such a nice guy. And hella sexy. An old silverfox I hopped over in for a while every now and again, but for a casual chat aswell as he was really nice to talk to.

Now though he was gone, and I really just wanted to find out what happened when I rang at his door. When this young dude opened the door though, my worries weren't the only zhing rumaging in my head. He was such a pleasant dude! And the thing I realized soon was, that he just reninded me of the man living in that flat before! He could have been his grandson, or son!

Turned out, the older guy just moved due to changes in his career. So when I headed back home I surely just could think of one thing - trying that new neighbour of mine. It almost felt like my duty as a good neighbor, would really be a waste of opportunities potherwise. But not only that. I couldn't get the picture of both of them together out of my head.

But one step at a time...

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[dcigar]

In the heart of the bustling city, amidst the clang of construction and the honking of impatient horns, there lived a man named Alex. By day, he was a mild-mannered accountant, crunching numbers in a sterile office. But by night, he became someone entirely different.

It all started innocently enough. One evening, Alex stumbled upon a leather shop tucked away in a dimly lit alley. Curiosity piqued, he ventured inside, drawn by the smell of rich, supple leather and the promise of hidden desires.

As he ran his fingers over the sleek jackets and rugged boots, something stirred within him. It was a feeling he couldn't quite place, a sense of exhilaration mixed with a hint of taboo. And when he slipped on a leather jacket, the world shifted.

Suddenly, Alex felt more alive than ever before. The cool touch of the leather against his skin sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but admire his reflection in the mirror. Gone was the shy accountant; in his place stood a confident, powerful man.

From that moment on, Alex's life took on a new rhythm. He sought out leather wherever he could find it, reveling in the way it made him feel alive and free. He attended leather events and gatherings, immersing himself in the vibrant subculture that welcomed him with open arms.

But along the way, Alex faced challenges too. He grappled with his own insecurities and fears, worried about what others might think of his newfound passion. Yet with each step he took, he found strength in his authenticity, embracing his identity as a gay man who loved to wear leather.

And as he walked through the city streets, head held high and leather-clad, Alex knew one thing for certain: he had discovered a part of himself he never knew existed, and he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

One fateful evening, Alex decided to take his exploration of leather to the next level. He ventured into a renowned gay leather club, drawn by the promise of a community that understood and embraced his desires.

Inside the dimly lit club, the air was thick with anticipation and the scent of leather mingled with the heady aroma of cigars. As Alex made his way through the crowd, he couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging wash over him.

It was there, in the heart of the club, that he discovered his love for cigars. Entranced by the sight of men puffing on their smoldering sticks, he hesitantly accepted an offer to try one for himself.

As the rich, earthy flavor enveloped his senses, Alex felt a rush of pleasure unlike anything he had experienced before. The smoke danced on his tongue, filling him with a sense of warmth and contentment.

From that moment on, cigars became a staple of Alex's leather-clad adventures. He relished the ritual of lighting up, the camaraderie shared with fellow enthusiasts, and the way the smoke added an extra layer of intensity to his experiences.

With each visit to the leather club, Alex discovered more about himself and the vibrant subculture he had become a part of. And as he indulged in his love for leather and cigars, he found a sense of liberation and empowerment that he had never known before.

As Alex continued to immerse himself in the leather community and embrace his newfound passions, he decided to take another bold step: he grew a beard.

At first, it was just a stubble, a hint of rugged masculinity that complemented his leather-clad persona. But as time went on, Alex let his beard grow longer and fuller, until it became a defining feature of his appearance.

With each passing day, the beard became more than just a symbol of his masculinity; it became a symbol of his confidence and self-assurance. Running his fingers through the coarse hair, Alex felt a sense of pride in the person he had become.

As he walked through the city streets, leather jacket hugging his frame, cigar smoke trailing behind him, and beard framing his face, Alex felt like he was truly living life on his own terms. And with each passing day, he discovered new depths to his identity, finding joy and fulfillment in every aspect of his journey.

With his confidence soaring and his sense of self solidifying, Alex delved deeper into his exploration of leather. One day, while browsing through a leather boutique, he stumbled upon a pair of leather chaps.

Intrigued by their rugged appeal and the way they showcased his legs, Alex couldn't resist trying them on. As he fastened the buckles and adjusted the straps, he felt a surge of excitement course through him.

Stepping in front of the mirror, Alex admired his reflection. The leather chaps hugged his thighs snugly, accentuating every curve and contour of his body. He felt powerful, alluring, and completely in command of his desires.

From that moment on, leather chaps became a staple of Alex's wardrobe. Whether he was strutting through the streets or dancing the night away at the leather club, he always felt like the truest version of himself when he wore them.

Embracing his love for leather chaps was just another step in Alex's journey of self-discovery. With each new revelation, he felt more liberated and empowered, unapologetically embracing every aspect of his identity as a gay man who loved to wear leather. And as he continued to explore and celebrate his passions, he knew that the best was yet to come.

More to come…

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[21wanderer]

Night at the Museum

Perhaps there had been signs he had overlooked, maybe there had been plenty of clues that something was going to happen at the museum, that someone had made plans and preparations, and it was culminating tonight.

The museum had amongst its collections, a collection of movie memorabilia, one of the memorabilia being a set of costumes of Batman and Robin from the movie of the same name from 1997 with George Clooney and Chris O'Donnell in the respective roles. A movie of questionable quality certainly, but iconic in its own way.

The suits were by no means unique, as there were made multiple of them during the taping of the movie, but now a set was on display here along side other superhero and movie pieces. As the night watch, he was responsible for keeping an eye on all these artefacts, which usually wasn’t particularly eventful, he might do some cleaning and some fixes around the museum, but otherwise, there wasn’t much to do. Not that he complained, he loved history and could enjoy the exhibits by himself. He did have a particular good eye for the Batman and Robin costumes, but apparently he wasn’t the only one.

An uneventful night became very eventful, when he entered the movie memorabilia collection, he had heard voices and went to investigate. Half of the security cameras weren’t working, which probably was a sign, that something bad was going to happen, but he still went to check. As soon as he entered the room, he was assaulted and overpowered by two masked men. They pressed him firmly against the wall, whilst stuffing a gag into his mouth, they then forced him down on a chair, and tied him to it with rope from their duffle bag. They didn’t seemed fazed by the night watch, quite the contrary, they seemed even more excited, as if they had wanted someone to witness this… And the night watch, whilst fearful and shocked, felt something stir inside him.

These two burglars were a mystery, they didn’t seem like your typical burglar, there were something strange about their approach and their goal, that the night watch would soon come to realize. He saw them approach the Batman display, whispering excitedly to one another, not even caring that he was sitting here watching everything. Had his mouth not been gagged, his jaw would have dropped, as he saw the two men do, what he had always dreamt of doing; touching the suits.

The burglars began to undress the two mannequins, the night watch trying to figure out exactly what they were doing and why. He could feel his stomach twisting and turning as he looked in fear, but also longing as the superhero costumes were disassembled and discarded on the floor.

They had undressed the two mannequins of Batman and Robin and thrown all the neoprene and leather on the floor. The night watch was baffled, if they wanted to steal the suits, why haven’t they just stuffed them in their duffle back and ran? Was there more they wanted?

From their duffle bag one of the masked figure pulled out a utility knife. A chill ran down the night watch’s spine. What were they planning? He stared entranced and fearful, his conflicting emotions made it difficult for him to think straight. He was starting to remember the potential danger he was in, he stared at it with his heart in his throat, fearing that this could turn ugly pretty quickly.

But to his surprise and bewilderment, they did something else. With the blade of the knife one of the masked men began cutting off the head of the naked Robin mannequin, he then handed it to his accomplice, who took the head and turned his back on the night watch.

With his free hand the burglar pulled off his balaclava and dropped it on the floor. The night watch could only see the back of his head, but he appeared to be young and skinny with a buzz cut haircut.

To the night watch’s big surprise the young man plunged his head into the hollowed out Robin-head, pushing and pulling the silicone into place. The night watch wouldn’t have believed it was possible, but he could not take his eyes of it. After what seemed like an eternity the new ’Robin’ turned around a flashed a smile. It was unbelievable, it was so realistic. It was like the young Chris O’Donnell stood in the room, the night watch was in awe, he now knew exactly what the burglars wanted, and he felt aroused, he felt insatiable, as terrified as he was, he wanted to see it all.

The still masked burglar nodded in approval, having dropped the headless Robin silicone mannequin on the floor, he then went over to the naked ’Batman’.

And just like before, he cut off the head, turned his back on the night watch, pulled off his mask and plunged his head into the hollowed Batman’s.

Once the other burglar was satisfied with his new face, he turned towards his accomplice, who placed his hand on the George Clooney-impersonator’s face, before leaning in and kissing him.

Despite the potential danger he was in, the night watch eagerly awaited, what he assumed the burglars would do next. He wasn’t sure they would actually do it, but they didn’t disappoint him. They stripped themselves of their black onesies, and ran the utility knife down the spines of both of the mannequins, creating large enough gaps for them to enter.

Slowly, but steadily they both began to force their way inside the hollow mannequins. The night watch felt like his nether regions were about to explode at the sight. The two men were transforming into movie stars as their scrawny bodies disappeared into the silicone, replacing them with the perfectly sculpted physiques of Batman and Robin.

There was something completely breathtaking about their actions. The night watch could only dream of what it would be like to slip into a silicone body like that, instantly gaining flawless skin, a handsome face and some quick and easy muscle mass. He wanted nothing more, than to be like those two right now.

Once they were both inside they began a process of self-gratification, rubbing their hands all over their new smooth and toned bodies. The night watch was in awe at the sight. It was flawless. The two impersonators were clearly as aroused as him as they embraced each other, kissing each other deeply and passionately with their erections pressing against each other.

Having lost any sense of time, their make-out could have lasted hours as they caressed their new ’naked’ bodies, clearly beyond satisfied with their result. But they weren’t quite done yet, there was still a final trick in their bag.

They began rubbing some sort of paste on each other’s backs and around their necks. It dawned on the night watch what they were doing… They were sealing themselves inside. He would have thought that it would have been unbearably warm inside those silicone bodies, but apparently it wasn’t the case. They were going all in, no turning back, they wanted to stay as Clooney and O'Donnell forever.

The night watch couldn’t bear it anymore, he was so full of longing and desire and without knowing it and despite the gag, he let out a deep and audible moan.

For the first time for what seemed like hours, the impersonators turned towards their spectator, they both chuckled, seemingly enjoying they were being watched. The naked George-impersonator took a few steps toward their hostage: ”I hope you are enjoying the show, it’s only halfway done.” Did he have any idea, how much their witness was into this?

’George’ flexed his right arm, it responded flawlessly, you wouldn’t believe it wasn’t real unless you had seen, what had transpired before. ‘George’ turned away, looking at ’Chris’ who had begun pulling on the Robin-costume.

The night watch stared still entranced, no longer feeling any fear, just unyielding desire. ‘Chris’ had slipped into the pants of the Robin-suit, they were a perfect fit of course, maybe even a little tighter, but the mannequin was made to fit the proportions of the suit, and now, in some bizarre way, they still were.

‘George’ had also put on the pants of the Batman-suit and then helped ‘Chris’ zipping the back of Robin’s top. ‘Chris’ returned the favour as ‘George’ slipped into Batman’s top. The mannequins were almost completely dressed, they put on the costumes’ gloves, boots, belts and capes, then ‘Batman’ pulled on his leather cowl and ‘Robin’ his mask.

The transformation was complete, it was like the mannequins had simply come to life, except it really wasn’t that. It was almost more unbelievable. The two burglars strutted around for a bit, getting comfortable in their new skins and costumes. The night watch was so deeply infatuated, he could only imagine, how they must feel, how he wanted to be them.

“Are you satisfied?” said ‘Batman’ to ‘Robin’. “Very satisfied,” ‘Robin’ replied, whilst tweaking the nipples of his suit, “this feels so good.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” ‘Batman’ responded with a chuckle, running his gloved hand down to his suit’s crotch. ‘Robin’ wrapped his arms around ‘Batman’ and pulled him towards himself and they locked lips once again. The night watch moaned again, as he felt like climaxing any moment, he couldn’t contain himself anymore. The two ‘superheroes’ turned to look at him.

”I think he’s into it!” ’Batman’ laughed to ’Robin’ like they had been completely aware of it from the start. The ‘dark knight’ walked towards the night watch, whose heartbeat began to increase with every step of the approaching ‘hero’.

‘Batman’ placed his hand firmly on the night watch’s erection, giving it a few tugs. “Yeah, you are really into it, aren’t you? We had a feeling…”

The night watch let out another moan, the culmination of a most eventful night.

‘Batman’ walked away and began picking up the clothes of their former identities, the burglars’ balaclavas, onesies and so forth, all the traces of what they had been.

’Robin’ chuckled and walked up to their hostage. He placed his boot firmly on the night watch’s aroused member and smiled the boyish smile of the young Chris O'Donnell. ’Robin’ leaned in on the night watch, their faces so close, that he could smell the silicone and the warmth radiating from it, ’Robin’ placed his mouth inches from the night watch’s ear and whispered sensually: “If you let us get away… We’ll make it worth your while. You can join us if you want. If this turns you on as much as it does us, then I think we’ll get along nicely, and we can even get you a skin like ours.”

’Robin’ stepped back, ’Batman’ was done tidying up after them.

”Give it some thought,” said ’Robin’, “we’ll make sure, you won’t regret it.” The night watch felt the ropes loosen and the gag too. ‘Robin’ then gave him a kiss on the cheek, the night watch felt the warm silicone against his skin, it felt so realistically, he then felt ‘Robin’s’ tongue in his ear, and he almost felt like fainting from the hotness.

The sound of two heavy sets of leather boots walking echoed through the empty halls as the ‘dark knight’ and the ‘boy wonder’ left the crime scene, leaving the night watch behind, pondering what his next move should be.

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[maxthemany]

This body really seemed to be something special. He literally rolled around, moaning, feeling this new hull and I sure wouldn't just watch that...

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[swap-and-possessions]

Sergey's Skin

Artem was losing his breath from repeatedly flexing these two massive trunks attached to his torso. Just a day ago, his arms weren’t this massive. They were twigs that could barely carry two pails of water. Gah! He drew his arms closer to his head, taking a deep drag on the cigarette from his lips, and groaned as he exuded the limits of his strength. Veins on his skin popped out as his biceps bulged outward the more he flexed his arms. He could feel the very fibers snapping as sweat trickled on the contours of his muscles. He looked at the camera and smiled. Instead of his old and frail physique, he saw his cousin Sergey's domineering face and muscular body. He'd be a dead ringer for his cousin if it weren't for the prominent zipper stretching from his chest to his navel. 

Artem ran his fingers on the teeth of the zipper, feeling the metallic ridges until he reached the slider hanging on the end of his navel. He would be identical to Sergey if it were not for this prominent zipper attached to his chest. Artem's body was hidden under the thick layers of his cousin's flesh within that zipper. It has fused with him, becoming one with its sensations. He has Sergey to thank for giving Artem this opportunity. He just had to cheat with the wrong village witch and look where that got him. A pile of skin to be given and worn by a better person (which happens to be Artem), his identity to be stolen, and his dick ripe to the touch.

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[jw1213]

It was a rainy Saturday afternoon when Ben found himself wandering into a small, unassuming costume store in the heart of the city. The store was cluttered with a variety of masks, wigs, and bodysuits, all seemingly waiting to transform their wearers into someone else entirely. Ben had always been fascinated by the idea of wearing masks, of stepping into the shoes of a different person for just a moment.

As he browsed the racks of costumes, his eyes landed on a particularly realistic bald and goatee cop bodysuit. Intrigued, Ben picked it up and examined it closely. The bodysuit was incredibly detailed, down to the last button and badge. The material was soft yet sturdy, and Ben couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of trying it on.

Without hesitation, Ben made his way to the dressing room in the back of the store. As he stripped off his own clothes and slipped into the bodysuit, he felt a sense of liberation wash over him. The bodysuit fit him perfectly, molding to his body like a second skin. He pulled on the mask that accompanied the costume, and suddenly, he was no longer Ben. He was Officer Jake Matthews, a seasoned cop with a heart of gold and a no-nonsense attitude.

Stepping out of the dressing room, Ben couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline. The other customers in the store glanced at him in surprise, some even taking a step back in awe. Ben, or rather Officer Matthews, straightened his posture and adopted a stern expression. He walked with purpose through the aisles, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of trouble.

As he made his way to the front of the store, Ben caught sight of a young boy attempting to steal a small toy from the counter. Without a second thought, Officer Matthews sprang into action. He marched over to the boy, who looked up at him in fear. Ben could see the guilt written all over the boy's face, but Officer Matthews wasn't one to let anyone off easy.

In a firm voice, he reprimanded the boy, lecturing him about the consequences of stealing. The boy's eyes widened in fear, and he quickly returned the toy to the counter with a trembling hand. Officer Matthews nodded in approval before turning to the store owner, who was watching the scene unfold with a mix of surprise and amusement.

"You handled that quite well, Officer Matthews," the store owner remarked, a twinkle of admiration in his eyes. Ben felt a surge of pride at the compliment, the thrill of playing a character so different from himself exhilarating him to no end.

As he made his way back to the dressing room to change out of the bodysuit, Ben couldn't shake the feeling of longing that had taken hold of him. The idea of being someone else, even just for a moment, was intoxicating. He found himself trying on more and more masks and bodysuits, each one transforming him into a different person with a different story to tell.

From a suave secret agent to a mysterious vampire, Ben lost himself in a world of endless possibilities. With each new costume, he felt a spark of creativity ignite within him, a newfound sense of freedom and self-expression that he had never experienced before.

As the hours passed and the store began to empty out, Ben finally emerged from the dressing room, his arms laden with a pile of costumes. The store owner looked at him in awe, a smile spreading across his face.

"You've certainly made the most of your time here, young man," the store owner remarked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Ben grinned back, his heart full of gratitude for the unexpected journey he had embarked on that rainy Saturday afternoon.

As he made his way out of the store, the rain pounding against the windows in a steady rhythm, Ben couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. He had stepped into the shoes of countless characters, each one leaving a mark on his heart in a way he could never have imagined.

And as he walked back out into the bustling city streets, the memory of Officer Matthews, the bald and goatee cop, lingered in the back of his mind, a reminder of the power of transformation and the joy of stepping into someone else's shoes, even just for a moment. Ben knew that he would never forget the thrill of wearing that bodysuit, of becoming someone else entirely, if only for a fleeting moment in time.

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[myster-roca]

Behind the Scenes for "Desires and Deception"

Some pics and concepts that didn't make it to the first chapter (also due to limitations on the platform). Do you think they would fit better in an e-book or comic form?

Next chapter will be coming up soon.

The Protagonist reading His New Assignment.

Other angles of the Realistic Muscle Suit.

Muscle Undersuit before getting into the Realistic Muscle Bodysuit.

Applying the bald cap and retrofitting the Muscle Suit.

Applying the Prosthetic Chiseled Face of the Bodybuilder.

Character shots for documentation and for the look test.

Character shots during and after the muscle transformation.

Transformation Process concepts with other agents.

SPOILER WARNING!

Protagonist testing the artificial prosthetic cock (non-realistic version) needed for his mission.

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[many-of-max]

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[bodyswappertransforming]

Mike walked into "The Gilded Razor," a barbershop known for its peculiar transformations. He was a city slicker through and through, dressed in a sharp suit and sporting a high and tight fade. As he sat down in the barber's chair, the barber, an enigmatic figure with a knowing smile, draped a cape over Mike and asked, "So, what are we doing today?"

"Just a trim, keep it high and tight," Mike replied, unaware of the transformative experience he was about to undergo.

The barber nodded, his scissors gleaming under the vintage shop lights. He began to work, his hands moving deftly. However, instead of merely trimming, he seemed to be sculpting, reshaping not just Mike's hair but his very essence.

As the barber worked, Mike felt an unusual sensation, a tingling that started at his scalp and worked its way down. He closed his eyes, enjoying the unfamiliar yet comforting feeling. When the barber finally spun the chair around to face the mirror, Mike's eyes snapped open, and he was met with a reflection he barely recognized.

He was taller, at least six inches over his original height, his frame now rugged and broad. His hair had transformed into a long, flowing mullet, perfectly blending with a thick, well-groomed cowboy mustache that now adorned his upper lip. Stubble shadowed his chiseled jawline. Gone were his suit and tie, replaced by tight Wrangler pants that outlined his sturdy legs and a flannel shirt tucked in neatly.

Mike's eyes widened in shock, then slowly morphed into an expression of awe and acceptance. He stood, his movements now imbued with a confident swagger. He felt his back, finding not just the shirt and pants but also leather chaps fitting snugly over his jeans. As he stepped into the cowboy boots that had mysteriously appeared at his feet, a complete transformation had taken place—not just in attire, but in spirit.

The barber handed him a wide-brimmed cowboy hat, which Mike placed on his head as if he had done it a thousand times before. He turned, looking at himself from every angle, the reality of his new persona sinking in. With each passing second, the city slicker within him faded, replaced by the rugged, undeniable aura of a cowboy.

Finally, he walked towards the door, each step resonant with the click of his new boots on the wooden floor. As he reached for the handle, he paused, looking back at the barber with a grateful nod. The barber simply tipped his own hat, his smile cryptic yet warm.

Mike stepped out into the urban streets, a stark contrast to his new, weathered appearance. People turned to stare as he passed, but he didn't mind. In his heart, he was no longer just another face in the crowd. He was ready to get home onto the ranch. He couldn’t wait to grab his big cock.

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[max-the-many]

Ready for fun - haven't worn this one for a while, no clue why not!

Now, looking in the mirror, I'm excited as fuck to go for it, memories of beeing him flushing in, getting him, seen at a bar flirting with chicks.

But after he went for the restrooms, you bet he didn't have that much of an interest in chicks anymore...

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[21wanderer]

The last detail

*Zip* The low crunching sound of the zipper stopped as the transformation was completed. The skin, the muscles, the youthful face were all in the right place now with the final movement of his hand.

How the hell am I supposed to get rid of the zipper? Rasmus thought to himself. This silicone suit was perfect in every aspect, except for the zipper, that now dangled from the back of his head. He thought of simply just yanking it off, after all, why would he ever take this off? But then again he wouldn't risk ruining the suit. Maybe I can just put on a cap backwards for now, nobody will probably notice, he thought, continuing his self-gratification in the mirror. He was insatiable, he simply couldn't believe that he was this stud, and he could be staying like this forever. He just needed a safe way to remove the zipper.

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[maxthemany]

Casual change - the uncle really was hot as fuck but when we met his nephew Carlo we really couldn't help but have him! So we took the next best opportunity and followed him to the bathroom at the family-gettogether.

"Ah, you must be the friend of tio Antonio"

It was another aunt. You really can't have a minute alone at those occasions. So I stayed and talked to her while 'tio antonio' left alone.

I couldn't really focus on the conversation, couldn't help but imagine Jamie, or 'tio antonio' following our desires.

And he did, reached the door right as his nephew closed it.

"Wait. I gotta tell you something" he said, pushing the door open while already heaving the device in his other hand.

"Sure what..." Carlo started, but the trigger was already pulled, shooting out some kind of electricity, leaving him shaking, trembling, turning back his eyes while his body started to deflate. It was a quick process. So his body already started to sink to the ground when Jamie, or tio antonio, grabbed his neck, causing Carlo's cloth to fall to the bathroom floor, sliding off of the hull his body had become.

"Not bad" Jamie mumbled as a nice package came to his view. He gently put the hull down, started to undress, opening his pants, letting out his already rockhard member.

He looked into the mirror as he was fully naked, feeling kinda sorry to already leave this hunk of a middleaged daddy, his broad shoulders, the dark, curly hair spreading across the chest, his kind yet cheeky eyes, his roundish, masculine face, perfectly paired with his muscular, beefy body, sporting a slight, sexy belly. He couldn't help but imagine Carlos sucking his thick, hairy member. And he just couldn't leave tio antonio yet.

So he quickly dressed, gathered Carlos remains including his cloth and chuck them into the laundry basket. It was a rusk. But he just couldn't do otherwise, a nervous, yet energysing excitement tickling through his body.

"Ah, Antonio" I greeted him confused, but he just leaned to my ear with a nervous, yet curious smile.

"Theres laundry to be taken care of" he whispered before he took on conversation for me to be able to leave.

An instant reaction formed in my pants. This could only mean one thing. And I was right. I trembled almost when I opened the basket, putting white briefs away, looking at a light brown material that could only be one thing...

to be continued... (?)

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[swap-and-possessions]

Where is the Seam!?

"Larry, where the fuck is the seam!?" I screamed as I looked for the zipper that turned my 30-year-old son into a skinsuit.

My co-worker brought the zipper and insisted I use it on my son, Kevin, while he slept after managing the gym we owned. I was surprised to see the zipper work. I saw how life fizzled out of my son's body, where his mass turned to nothing but air that seeped out of the zipper. Larry, my co-worker, was so excited to wear him that he didn't even need my permission before he frantically put my son's heavy skin over his old body.

Once hanging loose on Larry's body, the suit soon gained mass and returned to the same enormity of my son's massive frame. Larry immediately started flexing my son's muscles and boasted how fucking wild he felt with Kevin's strength. As he flexed his biceps, followed by the trapezius on his back, the zipper running along his spine was engulfed by the folding muscles and skin. When he released his strength, the zipper was gone!

"What the fuck!? Where is it?" I ran my fingers along the spine, but there was no sign of the zipper being there. "What the fuck did we do, Larry?"

"What we did was give me another chance of being young again! Thank you, you old coot." Larry said, followed by a laugh with Kevin's voice. "I knew the zipper would disappear. If I told you, you wouldn't let me become your son."

"Of course I wouldn't, you son of a bitch! Return my son to normal!" I wanted to lunge at him, beat him with my fist, but he had my son's strength now. It would be suicide to pick a fight with him.

"I could return him to normal. I still have another zipper here to leave his body. But we could also turn one of Kevin's friends into a skinsuit and you could steal his life, like what I did with your son." Larry grabbed another zipper from his bag and raised it to me. "What do you say, old friend?"

I picked the zipper and made my choice.

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[fuzzyhenry]

The Metamorphosis Closet

As we stepped into the hidden store, a subtle chime announced our arrival. The room was dimly lit, with shelves adorned with peculiar items lining the walls. And there, standing behind the counter, was a man who exuded an air of quiet confidence.

Store Owner: Welcome, welcome. I see my reputation has piqued your curiosity. I am Felix, the creator and curator of this establishment. Please, make yourselves comfortable.

His warm smile put us at ease, as if he already knew the astonishment we were about to experience. Felix had an air of mystery about him, his eyes sparkling with a mix of artistic passion and deep knowledge.

Felix: You may be wondering what brings me to create such lifelike bodysuits. Well, it's a blend of artistry and my extensive background in the film industry. For years, I have worked tirelessly behind the scenes, crafting special effects and prosthetics that blur the line between reality and imagination. But one day, it struck me—why not give people the opportunity to live in the skin they desire, to experience a different shape, a different self?

He gestured to the rows of suits hanging in the store, each one a testament to his craftsmanship and dedication.

Felix: These bodysuits are not mere costumes; they are an extension of who we are, or who we long to be. With careful attention to detail, I have created a way for individuals to transform their appearance seamlessly, without the constraints of time, effort, or judgment. Here, in this haven of possibility, people can explore their desires, embrace different body shapes, and express themselves in ways they never thought possible.

His words carried an undeniable sincerity, as if he genuinely believed in the power of his creations to bring joy and liberation to those who sought them.

Felix: You see, I believe that true beauty lies in the freedom to choose, to define oneself by the body they inhabit, regardless of societal expectations or limitations. In this world, we are no longer confined by genetics or the boundaries of our physical forms. Instead, we can embrace the endless possibilities of self-expression, stepping into a skin that resonates with our deepest desires.

As Felix spoke, his passion illuminated the room, casting a mesmerizing glow over the bodysuits. It was clear that he saw his work as more than just a business venture; it was a way to empower individuals, allowing them to rewrite their stories and discover new aspects of their own identities.

Felix: So, my dear visitors, welcome to this realm of transformation, where the boundaries of the physical self blur, and the potential for self-discovery knows no bounds. I invite you to explore, to try on these suits, and immerse yourselves in a world of endless possibilities.

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