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[21wanderer]

Rocking a punk

I had tried to run into Martin Jenkins for some time, an old classmate of mine, who didn’t care the slightest for me, and it was mutual. But that feeling had changed, since I discovered how he had matured. He was still a punk, don’t get me wrong, he had a temper and could easily get into a fight, but he had potential now… Potential that I could bring forth, with a little help from my father’s pharmaceutical company.

“Hi Jenkins,” I said as I walked up to him, it had taken me quite some time to build up the courage to approach him, there was something intimidating yet imposing about him, especially with the black leather biker jacket, a cigarette between his lips and the fact I was like a twig in comparison. He looked at me like a complete stranger, then he realised, who I was… I think… He didn’t actually say my name, maybe he had almost completely forgotten me.

“Oh, hi” Martin replied still looking at me with disinterest. There wasn’t really any reason to reminiscence the ‘good old days’, so I just cut straight to the chase. “I heard you’ve been looking for a job,” I said, he raised an eyebrow in return: “Where did you hear that? Does everybody know, I’m out of a job?” he grumbled. “Yes, I heard it from one of the others,” I said, hoping he didn’t see through the lie, it was clear, that he was distrustful of me. “The pharmaceutical company my father is working for is hiring, and they are looking for people.”

Martin was quiet for a bit, then he asked: “What sort?” I knew that I now got him on the hook. “Well, there’s some jobs in their growing storage facility, and they also are looking for couriers, who can bring samples, equipments and tests around town.” I knew he liked driving around on his moped, so this was my best bet. “And how are the work conditions? Am I expected to treat every assignment as life-or-death, that requires me to bring stuff from one end of town to the other in 10 minutes or less?” I was actually a bit surprised by his response, it sounded like he had been having some rough jobs in the past. “No, not really,” I said, trying to not scare him away. “The pay is very decent, and the work conditions are fine, haven’t really heard any complaints.” “Alright, I’ve just been working as errand boy for so many companies, who tried to screw me over,” Martin muttered.

“Please, come to the company on Thursday,” I said, almost pleadingly “and talk to my father, I’m sure, he can offer you something good.” I handed Martin one of my father’s business cards, beginning to fear I had messed this up. “11 o’clock, Thursday,” I said, before turning to leave, feeling very awkward. I really needed to get away from Martin for now, I also couldn’t stand the smell of smoke. I needed to make sure he quit that.

Martin showed up the following Thursday… surprisingly in a suit and tie, which I did not expect. It didn’t seem like something he was used to wearing, but he looked pretty sharp nonetheless.

He entered the room and shook my father’s hand. My father looked at me, and asked” Are you absolutely sure about this?” Martin looked a bit confused, as I answered: “Absolutely,” and nodded.

”Very well,” my father replied and then turned his full attention to Martin, “so Martin… Before we begin, may I offer you something to drink? Tea? Coffee?”

”Coffee,” Martin said, “just regular.” My father poured coffee into a mug – a mug, that had been specially prepared for Martin, now I just needed to be sure, he drank it. Once Martin had taken the mug, my father began the ’interview’ like it was just a regular interview. He asked Martin about his previous experience, and we found out that Martin had done surprisingly many jobs, just not for very long as his employers usually had tried to screw him over, and he’d decided to quit rather than accept their terrible working conditions, although he needed the money. He had done manual labour and worked as a courier using his moped.

The conversation went on, while I waited for the effect to kick in, and after ten minutes that felt like hours Martin began to ’doze off’ having drunk roughly half of the mug’s content.

When Martin became entirely unresponsive, it was time to act.

While my father locked the door, I began to undress Martin, or what was left of him. ”So you are really going through with this?” my father asked almost disappointined, as he began to help me undress the collapsed Martin.” Yes, and thank you for making it happening” I replied unable to conceal my excitement. ”But couldn’t you have found someone better? He’s a bit of a punk, isn’t he?” my father continued as he folded Martin’s white shirt neatly and placed it on his desk with the rest of Martin’s clothes. ”He’s perfect,” I replied,” and besides… I can make some changes if necessary.”

Martin’s skin was all that remained of him, like a deflated, human-shaped balloon, his eye sockets empty and his mouth gaping and stretched far beyond its normal capability. It was ready.

I discarded my own clothes hastily, and my father helped me slither into the bodysuit.

It was surprisingly easy to get inside, and made me feel even smaller and skinnier, than I normally did. Not that it would matter for much longer, soon I wouldn’t have to think about that ever again.

Martin certainly was no athlete, but he was fit and strong, maybe due to the manual labour and fistfights he had a habit of getting into.

I could wiggle my toes, and they responded flawlessly. Soon his legs, abdomen, torso and arms were also under my complete control. The skin might need a little moisturiser, but other than that, I was elated with my new skin. I had even gained some extra height, and the body felt naturally, if still a little loose. I looked one last time at my father with my old face, and smiled at him, he just stared at me in disbelief, but it seemed like he had accepted the change. I grabbed Martin’s windswept hair, that still dangled on my back as his hollow head hung around my shoulders. I pulled it and his face up and over my head like a hood. With a final snap, everything fell into place. I massaged the face, just to make sure it was aligned properly. I then felt a tightening across my entire body. I don’t if I was growing inside the skin, or the skin was shrinking to fit me, or something in between or entirely fourth.

But at the end of it, it was a perfect fit. I stretched my new body, flexed my new muscles, and ran my hands over my new skin. I looked at my father again with a devilish grin: “Now this feels so amazing!” “I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” he replied and began to hand Martin’s clothes to me, “and I expect you’ll put it to good use.” “Definitely,” I said with Martin’s voice, as I slipped his pants on, slightly disappointed he didn’t come in the leather jacket and jeans that he wore last I saw him, but that was only a question of time. Having tidied myself up, I looked just like Martin as he had entered the room barely an hour ago.

“See you at dinner,” I chuckled. “Very well,” my father said still with clear disbelief in his voice, “but do something about that hair,” he continued, as I reached for the door handle. “Yeah, sure,” I replied and headed out the door.

I headed straight back to Martin’s cheap apartment, it was a poor sight for sure, and I certainly was not going to stay here. I rummaged through Martin’s stuff and managed to find the exact outfit he had been wearing, when last I saw him. I ditched the suit and tie, then pulled on the black t-shirt, the scent of his sweat still clinging to it. A smell I now recognised as my own, I pulled it on very satisfied. Next were his jeans, I loved the way they fit, and the fact that they were several sizes bigger than my old pants only made it more satisfying. I grabbed my crotch hard, barely able to contain myself. Finally I plunged my new, bigger arms into the sleeves of MY leather jacket, claiming it as my own and establishing my new ‘’bad-boy’ persona. I took a look at my reflection and laughed, I couldn’t help it. I was so pumped, that I barely knew what to do with myself, this body needed to be put to the test. I slipped into Martin's/my leather boots with a newfound confidence, with his clothes and body under my control.

Let’s see what I can do with this before dinner.

Epilogue: As for my hair, my father and I found a compromise. I’m still going to keep the bad-boy persona, and even with my preference for leather and tight jeans, I can still pull off the look of the handsome young man who’s got a great future ahead of him… if/when I want to.

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[juanbodyswapstfs]

Dm if interested in body swap roleplay!

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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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[manguise]

Professor Turo has a secret! Dont' battle him unless you want some muscle!

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[destinationunown]

Time Bomb

My girlfriend, Heather, and I liked roleplaying, especially during sex. So you know what she did? She went online to find how to expand our roles. She thought that it would be fun if I played an obscure character. She chose one, Chitose from My Hero. I didn't really like the thought of being a woman but she said it would be fine.

Eventually the suit came and I put it on, sounding just like her... but something else happened. I heard a whisper in my head. I thought it was my imagination. We eventually got down to business and I felt weird during it... my mind was telling me to ask some questions. So I did... Heather thought I was going into too much detail. It was weird... I said I understood but eventually I kept going and we had to call it quits early. I wanted to get out of the suit but when my girlfriend tried to get me out it hurt. I didn't care though as I wanted out but... she really didn't want to see me like this.

The bad part was that there was a time limit on the suit as well. Well figuratively. You can't be out in extreme conditions with it on as it would tighten or get stuck. That was also a bad thing as the rainy season had started. It was coming down pretty bad. I brushed off my own well being again, but luckily my better half called me off from work for a day or two.

I was alone for most of the day. Just... alone. But the whisper came back. It was chastising me for being so lazy. Saying I should go out and get some interviews. What interviews? It wanted me to work... and I didn't disagree. Two days turned into four and eventually I was going crazy stuck in a small apartment with the rain coming down and only video games to keep me busy. I had developed a new habit thought. I clicked pens. Oddly... I cluld never find the pens after only a few hours. I would always find ash or a bit of smoke. Things were starting to get scary. I wanted to tell my girlfriend but nothing... I just always had a nagging little voice in my head telling me it didn't matter.

Another day went by and I couldn't take it anymore. I put on the clothes the suit came with, grabbed an umbrella, and walked out of the apartment. I got to my car and drove allthe way to my office where I was stopped by the front desk woman. She asked for a name. For some reason my head was telling me in hushed little whispers "Chitose~" "Chitose~" but.. that was not my name! I said my name and showed my badge. She looked at me weirdly. Grace, the receptionist I was pretty close with... didn't believe me. She didn't believe me one bit. I got a bit flustered and decided to prove it to her. She seemed almost scared. I mean a blue skinned woman with dark eyes glaring at you... had to be scary for anyone. So in a polite tone I sinply said. "Just speak into the recorder and we'll get all your answers right, Okay Grace?"

I would have never spoken like that before... but something told me that was right. There was a look of fear in her eye and I smelt a little smoke. I had one of the company pens in my hand before. Helped calm me. Where did it go? She promptly called security and I was escorted out by John. I tried to reason with him as well but he just called me a freak and threw me out... into the rain.

I quickly panicked and reached for my umbrella, but as habit I had put it inside ans John was firm in not letting me go inside to grab it. He even snatched the ID off my neck. People were staring at me as I freaked out, the puddle around me feeling dangerous. I ran to my car, eyes all around me. They were all staring. They all knew the pain of someone with a quirk... but...wait what? No that wasn't true... I drove off quickly, getting back to the apartment to see my girlfriend there waiting for me. She looked pissed and I looked broken and scared. "Come on." She pulled me inside our apartment and started to dry me off.

We had a long talk about this. About how we should try rhe suit again. Maybe water would make it easier to come off. I blatantly told her it wouldn't. She got to the zipper and it got stuck as it came down. Halfway down my back... it was like the parts for it were sealing! Quickly she went to look up how to solve this. She was so nice... I wanted to know even more about her.my curiosities were getting the better of me. I grabbed a pen out of the drawer and started to click it. It felt right... until my thumb hit my hand. Where was the pen? My pen was gone? My girlfriend came running to me panicked. I looked surprised. "Wh-What?"

She looked at me horrified. "What the hell was that?!" She shouted.

"What? What was what? I was just sitting here!" I looked at her defensively.

"The big crash! What was that sound?!"

I got a bit angry and my eyes turned to a cold glare. "Babe. There was no crash. I have no clue what the hell you're talking about." A voice chirped in my head. Curiosity. "But... why don't you tell me?" I put down what I thought was a recorder. Where did I get one of tbose. She looked at me like I was insane. Some ash came out of my blue hands. She was even more scared.

"Babe I... I need a bit." She started to walk away and I felt awful. How could I recover from this? What was happening to me? This was... this could be cleared up. This always could. I could just publish my side of the story. Just tell them the fact and they would see... or... I could embelish a bit. Have a clear victim. Show what people with quirks were really facing. Wait... that word... qurik... what the hell was that word? Why did my mind just keep filtering it in? What was I telling myself? I didn't follow my girlfriend. I could hear her talking on the phone in our room. I just sat and watched TV for the rest of the night... I felt bad. I slept there on the couch in these clothes.

The next morning I woke up early, Heather was going to work. I wished her a good day but she didn't really want to speak with me after last night. Another person treating me like scum. But no... no that wasn't quite right... but it would get readers on my side... "What readers?" I said aloud, now just starting to talk with the voice in my head.

Why the ones who read all your posts. That's a start for a fledgling journalist.

"But I'm not a journalist.."

But aren't you Chitose? Are you not Chitose Kizuki?

"No....that's...that's the name of the suit."

Yes it is your name.

This was getting bad. I was starting to realize how bad it was. I needed to take it off. I ran to the bathroom, the voice in my head asking me so many questions. They bombarded me with them. I grabbed the zipper. I started to pull, groaning turned into me trying to cover yelling... it felt like someone was pulling off my skin. That was until I heard it. A crackle then a bang. Not a loud bang but... something heppened. Something made my hand and back warm. Then I felr a trickle... my back was bleeding. I looked in the mirror. The zipper was gone. Dust. There was ash and smoke from where it was. I gasped and tried to hold it all back. I grabbed a towel and ice and held it against my back.

I got my phone and texted Heather.

"Help." "Heather I need help." "Heather please. Something is wrong with me."

I felt the voice again. Asking me how it felt. It was asking me how this entire thing felt. I was now on the floor of the bathroom, interviewing myself. From one question to another.

How did it feel? the curious voice would ask.

I tried to not respond but they demanded I say it out loud. Loud enough for the phone to hear. "It... it hurt... I...I'm not normal. I'm not okay. This isn't normal." I was struggling but the questions kept coming.

How are you not normal? You seem quite upstanding to me.

"No...stop talking. Stop..."

It went on for what felt like hours, but in reality it was only three. Heather had a job that was not too far. She was ignoring me blatantly at first. Angry about last night. She felt like I was gaslighting her, scaring her. I was destroying myself. I was like a ticking time bomb right now.

Eventually she came home though. She found me in the bathroom, conducting a very pained interview with myself somewhat lucid. One eye darted to her as she came in, the other following. "Oh god..."

She got me up, seeing some bleeding on my back. The thing was small. By this point Heather pieced a few things together. While at work she had done some research, it was on her mind. How could it not have been.

There were some things she suspected. One. There was some sort of character put into the suit. Two... I somehow had Chitose's power but without knowing I would use it without meaning to. Three, I was struggling with both sides. On one side I was Chitose Kizuki, world famous journalist and reporter. Ally to the meta liberation front. On the other I was myself, trying to wrestle control away from the other but slipping through. Life would be hard... but she was calming me. Since the zipper was no issue right now we could get a light rinse.

I stripped and got in the shower as did Heather. She helped me wash as I was struggling... it was kind and I asked a few questions. But... she pretended not to answer. I could feel it pissing me off.

We eventually got out. My back cleaned and her bandaging it. This was not good for my status, bleeding through the suit could do some serious damage. All the while we did this she told me about support groups. If she were to stay I would need to join one.

I wanted her to stay, although Chitose could care less. We were going to look into them. They each had a decent sized group as this kind of skinsuit morphing was becomming more prevalent. Heather got me signed up for one. I would be starting in the next week. All the while she called a co-worker of mine. A friend. He came over and was... well... shocked and horrified to see the woman who apparently blew up Grace's mug in front of them.

It was hard to convince them to stay but slowly we got him in. It was important to both have this explained to my boss and to have outside relations. Feeling secluded would just make this worse. Alan, my friend, agreed to tell my boss but never said itbwould go well. Although... my other half tried to turn it into an interview. They ignored it again... I felt the anger.

By the next week I was in a support group, I had been getting information out of each of the others who were like me. It felt invigorating, although some didn't answer. That pissed me off. We went through strategies to help and while I had some, I could tell the instructors and other patients were a bit wary of me. My suit was that of a villain. And it didn't take long for me to show that either. It was a bad day for me. Got in a fight with my friend over my increasingly personal questions.

The voice told me to use my quirk. I didn't. I held off. Then one of the others had mocked me. My curiosity was being mocked. Ao i started to interview him. Others saw this as a hostile interrogation. Now these meetings could get a bit... hostile. They could get a bit bad. But I took it to another level. I finally snapped and used it. I used my power. I detonated a button on their suit. They flew back. I stood there stunned. One half of me was happy to weaken the idiot. The other was mortified.

I was retrained even if I did tell my side of the story. The guy was hospitalized and I was taken to court. The jury deemed me unfit to stand trial... it became controversial. It became a news frenzy. I got to be in the news. It made me feel good. I got to tell my side of the story. People were starting to believe me.

However... the jury did find me fit to go to a facility to be housed. There were people who were like me there. But I wasn't like them. The voice kept telling me I was just in what I was doing. I was right. I was seen as a dangerous woman. Heather still visited because she understood. We still got along but it was strained... I did have an idea.

I was a journalist right? Why not write a book about this. Why not interview both inmates here and people victim to suits like mine. Sure people looked at me like a monster and a freak... but I could spin any tale to be in my favor... I just needed a bit of time.

So, this is a story I wrote today but was hesitant to actually like... post it. I did on reddit but that was because it was supposed to be an RP Prompt originally. Now it's just some long ass story. Hopefully someone likes it cause most people I have seen didn't. Sorry about that if you thought it was bad...

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[jakkinlarethian]

How I Became a Hide(out) - Part 1

I was just minding my own business in the market, doing my daily shopping, when a man I had never seen before walked up to me and sized me up. He appeared to be a little bit taller than me, but roughly the same size. His skin was darker than mine, kind of like a mediterranean vibe.

He said to me, “You’ll do” and yanked me into the side alley. Before I could protest, he put a capsule under my nose, which made me a little bit dizzy and made me not want to run.

He got a needle out of his bag and injected something into my neck. I felt like I couldn’t move a muscle or resist him at all. I was just standing there motionless. After he finished with the injection, he started to take off his clothes, stripping all the way naked. I tried to watch him, but my eyesight started to get cross eyed. I never had a problem with this, but it seems as if I could really start to see both sides my nose. My arms could move a little bit again and so I reached my hand to feel what was going on. As I reached and touched my nose, it pushed in caving in my face- distorting my vision further. I put both hands up to feel but all I can feel was my face collapsing in on itself, as if there was nothing in my skull anymore. Just then, my arms became limp again and fell to my sides. That jerking motion caused my head to flop forward, which made my face spread over my chest.

I could feel my arms drooping as if they were fabric. They twisted slighlty as if there was no longer any bone holding them in position. It was a very bizarre feeling.

I heard my attacker say, “You’re coming along nicely– even faster than I expected.”

As my face spread flat across my own chest I could feel my breathing and heartbeat distinctly. Suddenly I noticed that it was no longer beating- my chest was thinning out as if it were hollowing out. I could feel the deadweight of my arms slowly dragging down my shoulders, pressing down on my chest as it continued to hollow out. My face travelled down my chest on my torso until it was draped over my dick and balls. I could feel the empty form of my head conforming to the curve of my dick. I was a bit hard- this was such a bizarre and fantastic situation; apparently it aroused me on some level. My nose was flattened on the top bridge of my dick, my eyes could see each other on the underside of it.

The hollowing-out feeling continued with my stomach, which finally caved in on itself. My legs starting to feel wiggly. They started to collapse in on themselves, telescoping down as if they were folding in on themselves like a rolled up sock. With the final loss of any balancing that I had, I crumpled to the floor into what felt like a pile of fabric. I could feel parts of my body touching areas they shouldn't be able to. The wierdest feeling was that my leg skin touching other leg skin that was rolled on top of itself. Somehow my face had flipped and landed on top of the stack. From my perspective, It looked as if I was laying flat on the ground.

 The man stood over me, looking down at me on the ground. 

“I think you’re gonna serve my needs very nicely” he said. He picked me up, grabbing me by the top of my head. I could feel myself pulling off of the ground as if I was a blanket that had been piled on the floor. It was strange to feel part of me stretched tight from the lift versus the other parts I that I could feel folded in on themselves still down on the ground.

He put his hands in my mouth and stretched it open. He kept going far past what I thought my mouth should be able to do. He then proceeded to stick one foot down into my mouth and place his toes down into my neck. I didn’t feel any resistance from teeth or tongue or throat in anyway, it says if I was completely hollow. He proceeded to put his other foot in, stretching my mouth even wider. 

Both of his feet were now in my mouth, and I was there staring up at the back of his calves. He started to wiggle them to get them to go fully down my throat. My throat stretched accordingly, and I could feel his feet starting to dip into my chest. I was now staring up at his butt, with my lips completely cuffing around his two calves . It was as if I was swallowing him, licking him the whole way as I was going.

He put his two thumbs down in the sides of my mouth and gripped hard. He then started to pull my mouth and face upward so that his legs went deeper down into my chest. I felt his toe bump on the inside of my bellybutton, and keep going. His right toe momentarily got stuck on the inside of my dick where it joined my body– he had to wiggle around trying to get get it loose. My dick just flopped around as he did so. He finally got it loose and continued to shove his feet finally down into my thighs. My lips were now just below his butt cheeks, and my nose was firmly planted in his crack. I was staring up at his hairy back. He proceeded to pull on my leg skin, to start to bunching it up on itself so that he could fish his feet down farther into my legs.

He started to pull up my leg skin from he outside as if he were fitting his legs inside pants. I could feel my leg skin bunching up as he pulled my skin to get his feet into mine. His feet popped through my ankles and onto the soles of my foot. I could feel his toes push into mine from the inside. He pulled my foot taught, and then wiggled his toes to perfectly align them inside mine. He then pulled up on my leg skin to set his ankle in place. He did this for the other foot and then stood up.

He again shoved his fingers back into my mouth and started to tug upward. My nose dug deep into his crack and got stuck for a little bit, but he then unclenched and pulled it free. I felt my lower jaw cup his balls, and then stop. He had to move his hand around to stretch my mouth a bit wider to insert his very large cock in my mouth and down my throat. Whatever was left of my tongue licked his whole package as it slid past. I was now staring straight up his back from the position of his waist.

My mouth was now sealed around his waist like a waist band. The whole process must’ve been exciting him a little bit too because I could feel his dick nestled on the inside of my chin and it was flicking slightly. He shimmied back and forth to start to work his torso in. He again put his hands in either side of my mouth and tugged up hard, working it slowly up his torso to the underside of his chest. I could feel my bottom lip sliding over each ab and my top lip cupping his lower back. He then reached down and tugged at my leg skin to fully position his legs completely within mine. He reached down and worked my butt skin over to conpletely cup his bubble butt. Finally, he pulled out my dick and balls stretching them outward until he could align them with his shaft. It took a little bit of wiggling back-and-forth, but he was finally able to completely cup his balls and shaft. I felt like it stretched me out a couple inches longer than my dick usually was.

With that in position, he again started working the sides mouth up so that I slowly inched over his chest. I could feel his nipples flick past my lips, as my mouth was now brought up to underneath his armpits. I can start to taste his sweaty pits as my mouth came in contact with them. He used his left arm to hook inside my mouth and pull it triple-wide out from his chest so that he could plunge his right arm down through my mouth into my arm hole. He fished it down like a glove. Once he got his arm inside of mine, he let my mouth slap back, and then proceeded to use his free arm to position my skin over his right arm. Once his fingers were completely slotted within mine, he did the same by pulling my neck back out again and fishing his left arm inside of my mouth so that he could completely fit his left arm within mine. In the process I could feel his arm scraping and pushing out, bulging my chest as it went by trying to get into the left arm sleeve. He finally got it in, including all fingers by using his already gloved hand to stretch and pull my fingers into place.

My mouth was now around his neck and with my face looking straight up at the back of his head. He put my fingers back into my mouth and stressed it wide and up and over the top of his head. He did the same with my lower jaw, stretching it up over his jaw. After a couple more tugs and pushes, he was able to guide my lips completely over his head to complete my swallowing of him whole.

He used his hands to position my face over his making sure his nose nested in mine, and that my eyes aligned with his. I hadn’t realized that my eyeballs must’ve disappeared because I could see out of what was my eyeholes. At last, it seemed as if I had completely enveloped him. He started to stretch out our arms and legs to make sure that everything was fitting snuggly. He then reached his fingers into my mouth and stretched my lips inward so that I completely covered the inside of his lips. With one final inspection, he got out a second needle and jabbed it into my facial skin. After the needle was fully injected, I could feel my skin start to expand into the insides of his mouth and coat his tongue. I could feel all of my openings start to seal into his, as if my skin was now lining all of the insides of his openings. I could feel my skin, expanding up his ass and down the urethra of his dick.

“Wow – you really fit me like a glove. You make an awesome body suit” my attacker said in my own voice. I am guessing my inner coating of his body also included his vocal cords. He now could pass as me anywhere.

The effects of the drugs must’ve still been in my system as I slowly got sleepy. I tried to fight it, but I passed out.

To be Continued...

#bodysuit #tf #inanimate transformation #possession #skinsuit #unwilling prey

[up2no-g00d]

Where did all the long developed stories go? I really enjoyed tumbler and finding the story feeds that both feed and tickled my particular interests. Now all I see are these quick single paragraphs post that are more just Eye candy that engaging. This is truly sad.

#male skinsuit #secondskin #manguise #skinsuit #male tf story #male mask stories #male tf

[fanterfane]

Suited For Success! (Patron Request)

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#skinsuit #livingsuit #takeover #bodycontrol #ftm #femboy #crossdressing #male #racoon #transformation #tf #tsf

[dustyerror]

Clairageization (Luxray TF)

For jen jen~!

Posted using PostyBirb

#luxray #cat #anthro #transformation #transform #tf #dustyerror #pokemon #feline #skinsuit

[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.

#male bodysuit #body suit tf #identity theft #male skinsuit #male body suit #male transformation #masking #male masking #male bodysuit tf #male skin suit #stolen body #impersonation #imposter #steal clothes #stolen clothes #body theft #leather suit #wetsuit #silicone mask #silicone bodysuit

[eleanoraftonn]

I REMEMBER THIS ONE POST OF AN ARTIST ON HERE OR TWITTER/X MAKING ART OF CYN USING HUMANS TO MAKE A SKINSUIT NOW TF HOW DID THEY CALL IT

#murder drones

[elytra404]

imagine reversed furry con's

"hey dude your skin suits so cool!" "thanks its a vampire, your suit is so cool too!" "thanks, it's inspired by the americans ones?" "i could tell from the eyes and pale skin"

"jeff why tf are you naked??" "im a werewolf" "jeff, put clothes on"

"how much was yours?" "like 10k, ugh why are skinsuits so expensive?" "idk but its worth it, look at this hair!"

#furry #shitpost #furry convention #sfw #clean furry #furry community

[noface-phantom7]

Bodysuit: Skin Maketh Man

A Case of SCP-5091: Sir Skeleton

In New York, you can be a new man—that was what my father told me before departing on the Midnight Train a long time ago. I didn’t understand him at first, didn’t know what a ‘New York’ was, all I knew was my home Nevermeant just outside of Alagadda. But after his disappearance, I’ve heard tall tales of men with skin, flesh, and organs vastly different from us bones. This ‘New York’ had been the subject of my father’s desire, so it wasn’t out of the question that he took the train towards that place.

It had been more than a century ago, but I distinctly remember how my father longed to be a man of flesh—he’d read from the scriptures how we once had bodies of flesh too, before being casted off to Nevermeant with the Sarkics, but there was a way to regain our bodies and that is to wear another being’s. I casted it off as yet another fairytale of the Alagaddians, it seemed bizarre, nonsensical, yet the Sarkics talked of the ‘other world’ like it was paradise.

I didn’t understand it at that time, but after crossing this world, I finally understood my father.

I’ve been here in New York for more than an entire year now, there were no signs of my father, but I couldn’t care less. I’ve learned the art of stealing another person’s skin rather quickly, and every single ‘skinsuit’ I’ve taken has been very accepting. I’ve changed bodies over the course of the year though; whenever I see a flesh I desire, I just wait for the right time to steal it.

This one, for example. We met at a bar downtown, back when I was wearing Thomas. His name is George, and I’ve been wearing him for nearly a month now. His skin has served me well since, not only was he the conventionally attractive male, but he was so far the best among the men I’ve picked.

Here’s the thing with the bodies I’ve used, I only pick the men for three reasons: One, is that despite not having any genitalia in my real form, I have always been referred to as ‘Sir’ like my father. Two, there really is just something that attracts me to human males—their form is enticing both for me to wear and generally enjoy gazing at.

And third, well, there’s something about the appendage they call the ‘penis’, or vulgarly as ‘cock’, that fills me with an inexplicable amount of pleasure that I have never experienced in my nearly one millennia of existence in the Nevermeant. It was a strange feeling—the mere act of pleasuring oneself had never occurred to me until the second human that I wore, Lex.

The first human whose skin I occupied was on impulse. I felt bare as soon as I disembarked from the train and found myself pulling his body away into a skinsuit, leaving him bare bones as I wore his skin. It didn’t even last me a full day when I saw Lex—I remember stripping the skinsuit off myself as fast as I could, before ambushing Lex from behind and knocking him out.

As soon as I did, I had stripped him out of his clothes, and did the same process of pulling his skin, flesh, and organs clean for myself. I remember the excitement I felt as soon as I slipped inside him, and more so once I wore him. That was the first time I had experienced a ‘boner’.

I remember how obscene yet exhilarating it was when I did it out in the open, behind a vehicle parked in an alley. My new appendage was stiff as a rod at that point, and although I couldn’t access the memories of the real owners of the bodies I use, I had the overwhelming urge to grasp it, and stroke it in a manner that was both familiar and at the same time unfamiliar to me. I was rewarded by immense pleasure, once I reached the point of sweet release. At that point, I had decided to only use male bodies.

Back to the present time, George had already served his purpose to me. Some bodies last shorter, a couple have lasted me months, but I felt like it was time to retire this skinsuit and look for a new one that I hope I could use for months. And where else is the best place to look for them, but in the gym?

Over time, I learned how to either fake identities, or try my best to act as if I was the person I was wearing—though the latter takes some time since I need to get to know them well first. The same case was with George, though I feel like trying on a new body and creating a new identity this time.

Visiting the gym was like going to a clothing store, at least for me. There’s so much skin to pick from and wear, and I could already feel life stirring inside my pants yet again at the idea. George frequented this one gym that had just the type of men that I go for, and it was around the most bustling gyms near me too.

As soon as I strode in, I skipped the locker room. I carried nothing but myself in, and went straight to where the men worked out. I was hit by the smell of musk and sweat filling the entire place the instant I stepped in, and I licked my lips hungrily, already eyeing a few men. I went straight towards the end of the room where I had a good vantage point. Once I had settled there, I started warming up and stretching whilst looking around, surveying the room with a sweeping gaze.

To my left, were what seemed like a group of friends about George’s age. I could opt for them too, but I decided I wanted to get someone a little older. As soon as my eyes left them, I spotted someone walking in towards the locker room. It was a huge guy, and a grin crept up my mouth as soon as I saw him enter.

I decided to follow him, weaving past a couple of other gym-goers who had been eyeing me as soon as I walked in. I winked at them and gave them a smirk, before going my way—which was probably the last time I’ll ever get to do so in George’s skin.

The locker room was nearly empty, besides the man unpacking his duffel bag on the bench. He was too busy sorting through his things that he didn’t even notice me slowly making my way towards him.

He was a little taller than me, much bulkier, and actually a little more attractive than George. I could see sweat glistening on his black hair which was damp with sweat and he’d already stripped his shirt off, hand going forward to reach for the dark gray top that laid on the bench. He might have gone on a jog prior on the way here, and he had his airpods on, still unaware of my presence.

I positioned myself quietly behind him as he started to push his head inside his top. I quickly slipped off George’s skin, letting it slump beneath me as I revealed my true form: a walking skeleton.

I reached forward, my bony hands finding their way towards the man’s hair, and the other onto his nape. He gasps once I grabbed his hair, and then yanked it back as I did with the skin on his nape. He was tight, much to my glee, as I slowly yanked skin and flesh off of him. Like I did earlier, his skin and flesh slipped off his bone frame quickly, dropping onto the ground in a pile as I held in my hand a perfect skinsuit that looked like a deflated version of the man while his sweatpants slipped off.

Like a person would with a brand new coat, I immediately stretched the skinsuit’s mouth open enough to accommodate me. It was a little heavy, mostly because of this man’s muscle mass, but I found it a little easy to squeeze in.

Part by part, I aligned myself in, hearing a satisfying pop and a barrage of sensations the moment I fit the right limbs together. My new member immediately sprang to action once I had my lower torso fitted in, I found myself already very eager as I finally wore my new arms like a glove. The suit’s head was still hanging on my neck, but I couldn’t resist the urge to bring my new large palms on the tip of my rod, massaging it, and eliciting the wondrous primal feeling of pleasure that I always looked forward to.

Before getting too ahead of myself, I pulled the suit over my head, fitting my face into my new one. Once it was on, I cracked my neck to the side, and cleared my throat to prepare my new voice. Once everything was set, I looked around the shower room, noted the emptiness, and set to work. If I make it quick, I could go for a round before anyone finds me.

And I did, it was yet another great experience. I was now even more hung than George was, and I quickly discarded the piles by stuffing it into one of the old unused lockers. I straddled out of the locker room in my new skin, with the dark gray top, and my member still slightly stiff. I relished my new form, and found myself lifting up my top a little, teasingly, as I snapped a photo.

I grinned at the image, before posting it on this man’s socials. Apparently, his name was Roy. Good name, but I feel like I could go for something else much fitting in this form. Feeling myself getting hot and hard again, I decided to hit the weights across the room, just to test out how much stronger my new body is.

Picking up one of the heaviest wasn’t too much of an issue though, but it was at that moment that I saw someone bench pressing that I felt myself staring. He was just as huge as I was, the same age, but he sported a more boyish look especially with his short chestnut hair. I glanced at myself in the huge mirrors momentarily, hesitating.

Roy’s body is great, but something inside me was gravitating towards the other guy. It was only when he finished doing his reps and walked away from the bench press that I could see a bulge, an outline of something beneath the shorts he wore.

I found myself dropping the equipment I was holding, and then slowly followed him on his way to the restroom. He was on his phone, so like Roy a while ago, he was a little preoccupied. It was my chance, it was an itch that needed scratching and the urge wouldn’t stop until I'd gotten the chance to wear him too.

He didn’t even notice me enter the restroom, even if it weren’t that big—he was too busy taking boastful selfies in the mirror, doing various poses and flexing his body for whoever was on the other line. I smirked, and walked closer to him while he was busy typing away.

“Looking good, man!” I told him with a tap on his shoulder, snapping him out as he whips around to face me.

“Huh? Oh, thanks—” He starts, spinning around to face me as I quickly ripped Roy’s skinsuit off of my body. The man opened his mouth to scream, but I was a little faster, already yanking his skeleton out of him.

As soon as I held the skinsuit, I locked the door, and quickly worked to slip myself inside him. He weighed nearly the same as Roy, but his insides were much warmer and tighter, so every limb I slipped in gave an even more satisfying pop. I was already rock hard at that point, he was a little girthier than Roy was, though I had to hold it off.

To playfully mock the previous owner of this skin, I briefly put his underwear and shorts back on, and recalled one of his poses earlier, before proceeding to take the same selfie myself.

This guy’s name was Robin, and he had been sending his selfies to his girlfriend. I grimaced at the thought, but rolled my eyes regardless, and turned to tend to my new member already rubbing against the cloth of my shorts. I started to massage it, letting myself moan loudly with my new deep baritone voice, when I heard a banging sound, followed by a swear.

I whipped around, searching for the source of the noise, and found a shadow shifting under one of the stalls. There was someone else in the room, and they might just have witnessed what happened.

I haven’t had the unfortunate incident of anyone seeing me bare bones other than my soon-to-be skinsuits, nor has anyone caught me wearing one, but it seemed as if this one had—and even if he didn’t he’d see the discarded pile of Roy’s flesh and Robin’s bone pile, and assume a crime.

“Is someone there?” I ask, before slowly tip-toeing my way towards the middle stall. There were no more movements, but I was sure the person was here. I mentally slapped my forehead for not thinking to check the stalls before I took Robin. “Hey, are you—”

I was mere inches away from the stall, when its door flew open and pushed hard against me, sending me stumbling back. I felt myself left foot step on something soft, yet slimy, and I was already slipping onto the ground when I caught on.

The man had escaped the stall, and was looking at me and the pile of flesh and bones scattered around me. “What the fuck?” I hear him say, my body screaming in pain as I felt a tear on the back of my skinsuit. Great, it’s been damaged before I could enjoy it.

“I’m out of here.” The man says with a shaky voice, turning towards the door. He was going to escape, and tell people, and they’d find me here. I can’t let that happen.

“No!” I say, quickly slipping out of the Robin skin by tearing through the hole. The man freezes and almost stumbles back in fear, and I took the opportunity to lunge at him. His eyes grew wide a second too late, and I was already onto him. I thrust my hand inside his mouth, the other on his hair, and took him out.

I sighed in frustration, holding his skin up with one hand before staring at the ruined Robin one. I could, of course, opt to get the Roy suit back, but staring at it now, it didn’t look too good either. Since I had stepped on it, I’m sure I might have damaged the insides too.

Not wanting to stay bare for long, I slipped the new suit on begrudgingly. The suit was a little tighter, much to my surprise. I didn’t get much of a good look on this man, but I slipped into his skin perfectly, like it was cut and made specifically for me. It felt the most different so far, both weird, and arousing.

Once I had the entire suit on, I stared at myself in the mirror on the other side of the room. I was much scruffier, in fact, than anyone I’ve ever put on with hair growing on my chest and a beard. I was a little less bulkier than Roy and Robin, yet still felt just as strong and tight, and actually a little more chiseled. I felt the all too familiar urge to feel pleasure, even more so when I tried to suppress it by putting my shorts back on.

I must say, though—I still look good. Maybe it was high time for me to use something a little different, like this guy’s body this time.

I grinned at myself, shrugging, before taking more pictures and eventually, letting loose my tool and resuming what I was supposed to do in Robin’s. I grinned, staring at my new bare body in the mirror, before working on it. Pleasure washed over me at the touch, with both mine and the body’s pent up desire for release, it might just have been even more intense than when I did it with Roy earlier.

I was smeared with my new essence once I was finished, but after handling the piles of flesh and bones around me, I decided to not clean up and let the people stare at the drying globs of white on my beard and chest.

I certainly don’t mind them staring now.

–

That must have been the bravest, most vulgar thing I’ve done. I could still remember the stares, the many uncomfortable shifting and pulling at their shirts and pants. That was fun, and not regrettable at all.

And now, it has been nearly four months since I found this body, the longest I’ve had, so far. I must say, it’s really serving and suiting me well. I’ve opted to keep his name, Santiago, and have long since flew back to Europe, where he belonged. New York had been fun, but I guess it was time for me to find a greener pasture, especially with a new body and identity such as this.

And while I can’t say for certain how long I’ll stay as Santiago, or if I’ll decide to stay like this until this flesh grows too weary, what I can say is that it’s been fun so far. And before that time eventually comes, I’m going to be enjoying the heck out of it, that’s for sure.

#male transformation #short story #male bodysuit #male body theft #male body possession #male to male possession #male tf #male possession #scp5091 #bodysuit #skinsuit

[manguise]

#MIB #Unmask #unmasking #aliensindisguise #disguise #reveal #Edwin #shedding #tearing #skinsuit #humandisguise #humansuit #Edgar #agenth #agentm #mibagenth #mibagentm #manguise #transformation #tf

[idesofrevolution]

Reimbursement

By 5:30, Ezra was finally off work at the local diner. He'd clocked out, barely finishing his side work as he was bolting toward the old clinker in the parking lot. The announcement was going to be dropped by 6, so he had about thirty minutes to get to Vinnie's house off Lakeshore Drive; that was across town, but if he was lucky enough to make the bridge before the fishing boats came back in, he could make it! He threw the old Saturn into reverse, flooring it enroute back into town. A little ding on his phone signaled Titus had finally texted him back.

"yo you still comin for the oz?" Titus wasn't often a man of many words, especially in text. Ezra sent a thumbs up, speeding down the winding road as the mist began to sweep into the harbor. The pines were waving in the wind, wooden fence gates swung from right to left... The wind was beginning to pick up. Passing over the bridge, he cheered, throwing his fist into the air as he saw the drawbridge rise up behind him to let the parade of fishing boats into the docks.

He'd finally pulled up to the house, 5:57. Like many of the houses in Muskingo Falls, Vinnie and Titus' little two bedroom had paint peeling off it's walls, a few windows were cracked, some of the old craftsman pillars were more termite food than structural. Ezra always took care to step on the front porch steps carefully, lest his foot go through the floorboard. The wind was howling now, and the little frozen droplets of rain were already starting to pelt the landscape. Knocking on the door, the door quickly swung open to Titus' slick but stoned smile.

"What's up man, you made it!" Titus was already three or four blunts in; his shirt was off, his pants were low, he smelled like days old Gucci cologne and ashtrays. But, as usual, his dopey, clownish demeanor brought endless entertainment for Ezra, especially when paired with Vinnie's deadpan, badass silence. Walking into the house, a cloud of smoke hung in the air, music blaring on speakers a few rooms over, the dirty laundry piled on the washing machine wafted the potent scent of sweat, cum, and cigarette smoke. Frankly, it was an average day at the house, and everything was completely as it always was. The two walked into the back den, where the bags of weed were neatly packaged and dated on the coffee table.

"How's it goin' Ezra?" Vinnie's low baritone voice hummed quietly, as his tattooed knuckles met with Ezra's.

"He's here for the special. I got it all bagged up over here." Ezra handed Vinnie the cash, while Titus swiped one of the bags off the counter. Taking it, and sitting down on the couch, he opened the ziploc to smell the bud. It was fragrant, but definitely duller than new. "Yeah, so Vinnie thought anytime the bud's bout to get old or whatever, we sell it for half off and all!" Titus chirped proudly of their scheme, but as usual, it was tuned out completely by Ezra, who was too busy packing a bowl to listen to another four hour 'Titus Tale.' He lit the bowl, letting out the smoke in a thick puff of smoke. The bud was fine, especially for what he paid for it. Satisfied, he turned to his dealers, both staring at him in wait for a review.

"Not bad for the end of the stock." Ezra passed the bowl to Titus before gathering his things to head out. He felt Vinnie's strong hand on his shoulder, and slowly turned his head. Vinnie's typical neutral expression greeted him, as he pointed at the shaking windows out front.

"You're not driving in that." Ezra stared longingly at his car through the front room window, shrouded by the shrieking rain around it. All he wanted was to be home in his bed, smoking his bowl. He hadn't expected them to care if he did or did not drive in the storm, they weren't exactly close friends. Truthfully, it was purely a business relationship, and Ezra wanted to keep it that way. He'd avoided accepting their invitations to parties and raves, knowing all too well what happens when you get friendly with your drug dealer. However, in this case, the assuredness of Vinnie's death grip on his shoulder, and the reality of the storm sinking in had convinced Ezra to stay.

Ezra plopped down on the old couch, Vinnie and Titus taking the seats on either side of him. The two shared what to the naked eye would only be seen as a glance, but to them, was a green light. Titus tossed his arms back behind his head, and Vinnie had kicked his beat up boots off, propping his feet up on the coffee table.

"Since you're stuck here, do you wanna do some beta testing?" Ezra turned to Vinnie, and his heart sank into his legs. He couldn't be certain, but it seemed to him as if Vinnie was... Smirking. He could see the very edge of his plump lips purse upward, which Ezra would not have necessarily have noticed had it not been for the fact that not once had he ever seen Vinnie smile. Sure he was always friendly, but he was always stoic. This smirk seemed so uncharacteristic of him, but being high and already paranoid of his own paranoia, he chalked it up to a new strain and kept carrying on.

"Whatcha got?" Titus eagerly pulled the sidetable drawer open, and out came a small tin foil ball. He unraveled it, and inside was a bud of weed unlike anything Ezra had ever seen before. It was unmistakably cannabis, the flower was lumpy and a deep green, he could see the little THC crystals all over it; however, it almost seemed to glow in the tin- a faint minty green aura. Titus threw his arm around Ezra's shoulder, pulling him close.

"This shit's from somewhere down in Louisiana, it's supposed to be legit as fuck. One or two puffs and you're on cloud nine." Ezra felt the heat from Titus' sweaty body leaning over him, the sharp pit stink mixing with the floral funk of the weed. Vinnie handed him a grinder, swinging his feet over to rest on Ezra's lap. Fixated on the ratty, hole-ridden size 13 black socks hovering over his bulge, Ezra ground the bud absentmindedly as the two dealers shared another knowing glance. Titus handed him an empty blunt wrapper, making sure to return his arm around Ezra's neck, and his fingers stroking Vinnie's shoulder. Even from within the paper, ground to a pulp, the weed glowed green. Yet, having denied lust for these two studs for so long, and now being in such close contact... Ezra was too caught up in the moment to care. Vinnie pulled his lighter from his pocket, flipping it open for the flame to burst forth. Ezra nervously ignited the blunt, looking down as to hide his blushing cheeks.

*Cough* *Cough* *Cough* For the first time that he could ever recall, Ezra had coughed at a blunt. The two dealers snickered, knowing all too well that this strain was very, very, very, strong indeed from their first time trying it on their trip to New Orleans. It had also shocked their systems, made them cough like high schoolers smoking cigarettes, and they surely did have one hell of a time. In fact, they weren't quite the same after they'd come back from that trip last month. For instance, Titus wouldn't ever have come to the door shirtless, Vinnie wouldn't ever have kicked off his boots when company was around, the house wouldn't have ever been this much of a disaster, and yet...

Locking eyes for one last time, the two winked at eachother as the completely inebriated Ezra fell under the weed's influence. Vinnie rubbed one foot against Ezra's growing bulge, and the other against his bare feet. The warm, wet sensation of Vinnie's sweaty feet playing with him was turning him on like nothing else ever had. His breathing became huffy as the rubbing became more intentional. Taking the opportunity, Titus grabbed the back of Ezra's head, shoving it into his ripe, rank pits. As if an animal at an oasis, Ezra began to lap at the bushy pits, drinking in the musky stink like water. He loved feeling Vinnie unbuttoning and pulling off his shirt, his calloused hands running up and down his chest. The touch of such strong, confident fingers riding up his chin, slipping into his mouth to suckle.

Suddenly, the sound of creaking, stretching rubber echoed in the room, as Vinnie pried his jaw open, enough to fit his whole hand inside Ezra's malleable throat, which slipped back out without a single gag. Too aroused, too taken by the sensory overload to care, Ezra locked lips with Vinnie, letting his tongue snake down into his throat as he pulled Ezra to his knees. Titus clapped his hands together, eagerly rubbing them together in preparation. This was his first time, as was Vinnie's, and he was very excited to try it himself.

You see, the good kush was not the only thing that the lecherous duo brought back from Louisiana... As Vinnie plunged his whole fist into Ezra's stretching maw, Titus had done the same to his malleable hole. The skin stretched with a rubbery elasticity, accommodating the extra mass beneath it. Titus wriggled his fingers, four small lumps bulged and danced inside of Ezra's lower back. Stretching his mouth even wider, Vinnie was able to get his head into Ezra, and continue squirming his way downward even further into his body. Titus could feel the grasp of Vinnie's hand on his own, and a strong tug; Titus was suctioned into Ezra's ass up to his shoulder, before his head popped into the gaping hole.

The duo's bodies snaked and wormed themselves within their friend's inflated form. Squirming through their orifices, aided by eachother's helping hands pulling more and more of themselves into their tight, slick cavern. Ezra was moaning in unimaginable ecstasy, the feeling of two fully grown men, strong and powerful, slithering around within his body felt as if waves of orgasmic energy washed over him. With a final 'schlorp,' Vinnie's socked foot slurped into Ezra's mouth, and both men were completely intertwined and within the rubbery skin.

Ezra lay on the ground, eagerly watching the forms of his two dealers slipping him on. Every second, he felt as if a hundred snakes were worming their way inside him, while the two adjusted themselves within him. First to finalize the invasion was his arms. Ezra felt the duo's slimy arms force themselves into his own, his skin expanding to accommodate their extra mass. Beneath the skin, the squiggling worms made their way into his fingers, Titus' finger tattoos slightly visible before pushing upward; within seconds, his jacked arms were completely covered a mixture of the two's ink.

His chest bloated outward, seemingly cavernous as ecstatic chuckles bellowed from within. His skin felt tighter than humanly possible, with meaty pecs and slabs of abs bubble out into prominence. Pinpricks wash over him while all the nerves between the three of them become one. Now beyond his control, his hands made their way down to his engorged cock, firmly grasping it as it is filled. Like a condom too small, Ezra felt their dicks thrust into his, finalized with his heavy balls dropping to the floor.

The outline of two massive feet protruded from his lean legs, pushing downward, slippery and slick. His legs ballooned out, completely overtaken with muscle. With the two feet finally shoving into his, a burst of a familiar footmusk poured from the swollen toes, Vinnie's tattoos poignantly visible atop the smooth, sweaty tops. Ezra was nearly stretched to breaking point, every labored breath felt short and constricted. His throat ballooned out, two basketball sized lumps slowly rising up toward his skull. He smiled, ready to be completely possessed by the two studs.

Pressure built against the back of his throat, the two lumps pushing and pushing upward before the barrier finally gave way with a loud snap. The squiggling forms of Vinnie and Titus' heads slithered around inside of his own, before it finally had reformed into a sexy smirking face. Gallons of cum streamed out of his thick cock like a fountain, coating him in a white blanket of three men's slimy seed. Opening his eyes, one brown and one green, Ezra pulled himself to his feet. He could sense Vinnie and Titus inside him, merged into his consciousness as one. He sauntered over to the piles of ripe laundry, picking up a long white tank, a flannel, a crusty jockstrap and a pair of Titus' jeans. He could smell both of them emanating their musk from his pits and feet, and couldn't help taking a deep whiff of Vinnie's rank, cum filled boots before shoving his bare feet in.

Hours passed of drugs, debauchery, masturbation, sniffing, and rubbing. As the morning light peeked in through the windows, Ezra jolted awake. He'd passed out. Rubbing his eyes, he wondered if the night before was some crazy trip on laced weed. But as his vision finally adjusted and the blur of bloodshot passed, he looked down at his body, still clothed in his dealer's outfit. He was still covered in tattoos, his body was still packed with lean muscle, he was exactly as he'd left himself last night. He jumped up, now completely awake as footsteps from behind him alerted him to another presence.

"Mornin' stud." Vinnie's smirking face turned the corner from the front room, Titus not far behind. "Fuckin' damn good night, huh?" Ezra, still filled with a cocky swagger and promiscuity smiled and winked at them. "We got some sausage cookin'. Gotta be ready for the sales today, and it's your first day dealin'." Titus walked by, taking a gentle grope of Ezra's bulge before heading upstairs. Something clicked within him, knowing all too well that what happened last night would happen many, many more times. All it would take was his assistance in moving the product, and accepting his new role as cog number three in the house. And it felt so damn right.

Might edit this as needed, but happy overall

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How I Became a Hide(out) - Part 2

I woke with a start in my own bed. I bolted out of bed and stood up, trying to figure out if what just happened to me was a dream or was real. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I looked like me; I waved my own arms and legs, and smiled and grimaced in the mirror. I opened my mouth and looked in, and it looked all the same. As far as I could tell, maybe this was some very bizarre dream that I’d had. I went to the sink, got a cup of water and drank it with no problem. I went to the toilet and pissed a night’s worth of piss out. I seemed a bit longer than usual, but maybe that's just a bit of morning wood lingering on? Could the bodysuiting of me just been a dream? Surely that was just a vivid dream. 

I got dressed and went on about my day as if nothing had happened last night. 

Days past and my life went on as normal. The thoughts of the dream were so vivid that it stuck with me. It’s as if that it actually happened, but I guess it was just that strong of a dream. I started to forget the happening, and started to relax and go on about my business.

At the end of a very stressful week, I figured I needed to relax. Maybe beating one out would help me relax. 

I reach down and start to stroke. I guess it’s been a while because it felt more sensual than usual. I leaned back and started to enjoy the ride. 

In the thick of it, I start to notice a popping sensation with each stroke that sent me higher than I’ve ever felt. I opened my eyes and looked down. What I saw caused me to abruptly stop. 

Sticking out of my piss slit was a whole other darker glans. The popping sensation was my dick opening up at each slide and popping over the other dick's head and coming to a rest at the neck of the glans. My dick was just a sheath covering what had to be a grower sticking out several inches past my tip. It was real. It happened. There’s someone inside me!

Just then, my body started to move out of my control. My hands started stroking my (our?) Dick harder and faster. I heard and felt my mouth saying, “Oh no- you can’t start that and not finish. We’re taking it to the end.” 

He stretched my sheath of a cock way past his tip all the way back to a bunched up pile at his base. Faster and faster he stroked, taking us both over the edge. As he ejaculated, he pinched my Dick shut to make me contain all his jizz. 

“You’re going to need nutrients, I bet you were getting hungry since you’ve only been feeding me. Have some protein.”

He (we?) sat back and relaxed. There was no clean up as I had absorbed it all.

My captor then said, "I'm going to let you take control again, as you're a great place to hide me from the law and my enemies. As long as you don't try to expose me, I'll let you stay in control while I sit back for the ride. When I get activated by my manager, We will talk further about what comes next. Until then, I own you- and can take control any time I want. You don't have any muscles left to resist, all you are is a husk that will serve me well."

There it was- I was truly only a husk, hiding someone from the law. 

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