#stolen clothing

[jhsharman]

Getting With It

It is a little weird that they keep those pants (girl on the right), given other changes in this story.

Mr. Weatherbee abuses his power and steals students' clothing.

I am very much puzzled by the evolution of this panel. I would figure they would stick with the second pair of pants -- maybe change color if they want, but instead they change it to keep the lines of the first crazy color patchwork while washing it all to blue.

#Archie Comics #Archie Andrews #Mr. Weatherbee #Jughead #Moose Mason #Stolen clothing #Pants #Joe Edwards #1977 #Locker room #High School hallway

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Stolen Oxford Book Gets It As Present,” Toronto Star. December 23, 1932. Page 2. ---- Store and Cadi Dispute Who Shall Pay for Copy of ‘For Sinners Only’ ---- Magistrate James Edmund Jones and a department store detective had an argument in police court to-day for the privilege of buying the book of the Oxford Groups, ‘For Sinners Only,’ for George White. It seemed that George had stolen the book from the store and his worship wanted accused to have it. Likewise the store detective.

His worship viewed White’s liquor permit and decided to take it away. Then he set about replacing it wit another volume.

‘Have you got enough to pay for the book?’ asked his worship. ‘He doesn’t have to,’ interjected Crown Attorney W. O. Gibson. ‘The store will give it to him.

‘This is not the first time I have ever been charged with theft. In fact, I don’t think I have ever been guilty.’

‘Give me a break, your worship,’ pleaded George. ‘I was celebrating my 45th birthday and I guess I was drinking too much.’

‘You had a bottle of wine with you. But I’ll tell you the break I’ll give you. Take the book. I’ll pay for it.’

‘But the store wants to pay,’ protested the crown. ‘Nonsense. Take the book. Have the bill sent to my house. You are remanded for sentence.’ And so it was.

Said the officer: ‘He had about 27 pairs of stockings in his bosom.’

‘In his bosom?’ mused his worship in a puzzled tone, and scrutinized Harry Marks, charged with theft from a store.

‘It is the same story,’ observed the crown. ‘He was drunk.’

‘But he didn’t have a book,’ he reassured his worship. He was remanded to Dec. 30.

Doing Better Without Lawyer Defence counsel Austin Ross walked into court while his client’s case was under way with a muttered observation about hoping he was not too late.

‘He’s doing better without a lawyer,’ his worship told him.

‘How do you think I can do any Christmas shopping at that rate,’ Mr. Ross protested, taking his position at the counsel table.

Joseph Brennan and Fred Brennan pleaded guilty to disorderly conduct, though they were charged with vagrancy and Herbert Ransom pleaded not guilty.

‘The man who started the fight is not here,’ said Ransom. ‘These men (pointing at the Brennans) came up afterwards.’

Ransom is a taxi driver. He had been involved in an argument with the ‘man in the mackinaw who disappeared’ when the Brennans appeared.

‘I wouldn’t have hit him,’ said Joseph, ‘only he had the other fellow on the ground and he was kicking him.’

Both Brennan brothers were listed as 19 years old. They were assessed five dollars and offered an alternative of ten days in jail.

Ransom was the only one not swearing, the officer testified. His charge was dismissed.

Magistrate Jones elicited a promise from the wife of Fred Nicholls to report immediately to Probation Officer Freer if she smelled liquor on her husband’s breath for the next year. Nicholls faced three charges of false pretences and fraud, one charge of fraud being withdrawn through the efforts of Defence Counsel T. B. Horkins.

Accused was remanded for sentences and placed on one year probation.

Sentenced for ‘Brains’ Wm. Mottershall found a book of milk tickets in a restaurant and sought a reward – was, in fact, too persistent about the reward as was evidenced by the charge of theft against him. He telephoned the dairy and asked for $10, then sent B. Roberston, also charged with theft, after the money.

‘He said he would rather burn the tickets then give them back for less than $10,’ testified a dairy official.

‘You are the brains of the pair, I suppose,’ suggested his worship. ‘You went after the money.’ ‘The officer called me an ‘extortionist,’ Robertson replied.

‘How does it happen that Robertson is free, while Mottershall is in custody?’ asked the bench. ‘Robertson got bail,’ supplied the crown.

‘I will remand Mottershall for sentence,’ was the decision. ‘Because Robertson has so much brains – enough to get bail, at least – I will sentence him to jail for one day.’

Penalty Scaled Down With his jaw supported in a ‘sling,’ James Martin appeared against Ernest Bridges, charging aggravated assault. Martin’s jaw was fractured.

Martin claimed he was struck after he sought to punish Bridge’s son for breaking a lock on the Martin garage. He was taking the boy down the street when the elder Bridges stopped him and assaulted him. Young Bridges denied breaking the lock.

‘Fifty dollars or 30 days,’ decided Magistrate Jones. ‘He has no money,’ said defence counsel, ‘he’ll have to go to jail.’

‘Make it ten dollars,’ the bench suggested. ‘There was no intention to smash the man’s jaw,’ counsel suggested. ‘He has no money. He couldn’t even pay ten.’

His worship heard the medical evidence and decided that if Bridges makes good the expenses of complainant he may entertain the possibility of an easier sentence. Accused was directed to see him within a day or so.

‘It was my first offence,’ vowed John Codney, charged with registering bets. ‘The officer says not – that he warned you before,’ his worship corrected.

‘I didn’t know I could not make a ticket in my own house,’ said accused. ‘One hundred dollars and costs or 30 days.’

Erect at attention stood Henry C. King in early court and pleaded guilty to being drunk. With military precision he replied to the questions of Magistrate Tinker.

‘Where’s your overcoat?’ ‘At home.’

‘Where’s your hat?’ ‘At home, sir.’

‘Go home and get them. Don’t make the same mistake again.’ Hatless and coatless, King went out into the rain, still erect and free.

#toronto #police court #theft #petty theft #drunken crime #stolen clothing #stolen bible #oxford group #drunk and disorderly #disorderly conduct #fines or jail #sentenced to prison #toronto jail #great depression in canada #crime and punishment in canada #history of crime and punishment in canada #poverty crimes

[intotheelliwoods]

One and Poptart outfit swap :] @dianagj-art

Not depicted: the absurd amount of knifes that feel out of Ones outfit when Poptart was putting it on, and the knifes that remained in the outfit that he found out about later.....

#2 arms left #rottmnt #kjdhfkjsdfn poor one im so sorry #you literally just got your clothes stolen and you got a shoulder sleeve in return #“my clothes got stolen and all I got in return was this sleeve” #poptarts going to have a fun time running around in that fit though hehe #poptart really got the better end of the deal here lmaoo #the besties

[tigsbitties]

paint stuff

#firmly of the belief gingi will only wear clothes if they are stolen pajamas #dialtown #phonegingi #sgt norm allen #normgingi #fog image

[katydoodles]

I think I got a name now

I think imma call this head canon Stolen Credit Card Chronicles.

These fashion sisters should steel Audrey’s credit card on a weekly basis to just have some kind of therapy for having a shitty mom. Retail Therapy.

#Chloe and Zoe steal their moms credit card and bond by spending her money on clothes #zoe lee #chloe bourgeois #zoe and chloe #adventures at the mall #stolen credit card chronicals #headcanon #bee miraculous #Audrey Bourgeois is a terrible mother #they never buy from their mom’s fashion brand #boycott that shit #miraculous ladybug #mlb #Stolen Credit Card AU

[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

[sumersprkl]

I feel like the Taaco twins' senses of personal style developed because every time Lup wanted to jump into the middle of some stupid shit, she'd hand Taako all of her accessories for safekeeping and he'd just... Put them on.

They wear matching outfits not to be some kind of weird twin stereotype but because Taako needs to be prepared to wear anything Lup has on at a moment's notice.

Pretty soon they'd have arguments about who owns any single piece of jewelry because Lup swears she bought it for herself but it's been an essential part of Taako's wardrobe for 50 years.

So by the time they get to Faerun at the end of the Stolen Century, Lup looks like she walked out of a streetwear fashion magazine except that her only accessories are a jacket and MAYBE a pair of sunglasses, and Taako jangles when he walks under the weight of all his jewelry.

#of course the clothes are all hand made or thrifted or mended and all of the jewelry is either fake stolen or won in games of poker or pool #because it's the taaco twins #taz balance #taz #the adventure zone #lup taaco #lup taz #taako taaco #taz lup #taz taako #taako taz

[terezicaptor]

does anyone here like men who are boytoys?

(version without pics under cut)

#qsmp #qsmp fanart #qsmp fit #qsmp fitmc #fitmc #fitmc fanart #in my mind these are tubbos clothes hes stolen so theyre... very tight on him... #my art #(originally based off the one post abt morning crew stealing tubbos clothes so they all look like theyre on a team lmao) #also you can tell my fit design is based on routerivers i think LMAO

[nakedwilbur]

“Ok, we have your clothes, phones, and your car. Now, empty out your bank accounts, and we’re almost done. When you are finished, we’ll tie you up over at the park. Don’t worry, the early morning joggers will find you and help you out. That will give us time to drop by your apartment and look for anything of value. Actually, you both look good dressed as you are now, so I think we’ll start by empty out your wardrobe.”

#enm #enmstory #naked male #exposed and humiliated #forced nudity #clothes stolen

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"FIVE YEARS FOR THEFTS." Toronto Globe. October 29, 1913. Page 15. --- Stratford, Oct. 28.(Special.) - Convicted of two thefts, John Kelley was this afternoon sentenced to Kingston Penitentiary for terms of five and two years to run concurrently. Kelley broke into the local agency of the Deering Harvester Company and stole a revolver, an umbrella and coat. Ho also pleaded guilty to to taking from the automobile of Dr. Ford of Shakespearen knee robe, a lady's veil and a coat. Kelley's past was against him.

[Kelley or Kelly was 50, from Scotland, a painter by trade, and had served a previous term as F-197 - he had been out of prison on parole only a few months when he was arrested and convicted again. This time he was convict #F-682 and worked in the tin and paint shop. An experienced hand and an older man, he followed the rules and was released in late 1917.]

#stratford ontario #shopbreaking #shopbreaker #harvester company #stolen guns #stolen clothing #stealing from cars #ex-convict #paroled convict #parole violator #sentenced to the penitentiary #kingston penitentiary #crime and punishment in canada #history of crime and punishment in canada #scottish immigration to canada

[springthecowboy]

Some pizza tower doodles because I was feeling down

#pizza tower #pizza tower fanart #the noise #peppino spaghetti #and 2 other variants of peppino #pepstavo #but its not the focus #evil peppino #yes his clothes are stolen from agent tc2 i just like how it looks #peppina ramen #noisette

[happyk44]

Bianca and Nico used to switch clothes as kids because Bianca liked pants when she was playing (no scuffed knees!) and Nico liked twirling around and making the skirt swish swish.

Hazel looking through old photos of Nico and Bianca that Hades saved, then popping off to the nearest shop to put something together, showing up hours later in front of the Hades cabin in a pressed suit that's just a little on the big side. Her hair is slicked back into a low bun, scrunchie making some threats beneath her hat.

Nico leans against the doorframe. "You look interesting."

She hands him a dress bag. "Get dressed, doll. I'm taking you out on the town."

With an amused grin, he takes the bag. "Does this surprise come with the right jewelry?" He gestures to his hole-worn, bedhead, sleepless form. "A girl's gotta look right in mixed company, you know."

She snorts and pulls out a silk bag. "Would I ever do you wrong, kitten?"

He rolls his eyes but disappears back into the dark of the cabin. It's a few minutes before he remerges, shadowy tendrils clingy to his neck as the wisp and weave his hair into a soft braid. Most of them dispel away in the low light of the slowly setting sun.

He spins around and pulls his hair to the side. Pulling the necklace out, she clips it around his neck. The pearls look nice against his skin. His thumb slides against one.

"Oh, they're real," he murmurs.

"Of course they're real!" She looped their arms together. "I'd never let my best filly hop around with fakes." He rolled his eyes. "I'm not a crumb, Nico." She flicked his cheek. Then tugged him off to the nearest shadow. "Now let's shake a leg and go have a bang!"

#basically just me thinking about hazel and nico in 30s/40s fashion but swapped :) #i think they'd have fun. and nico would enjoy reliving an old memory and hazel would enjoy making a new one #neither of them can go back in time but they can pretend for one night that they'd been together since the beginning #hazel levesque #bianca di angelo #nico di angelo #bianca also liked wearing boy's clothes because she liked to dress like her grandpa so there's a lot of pictures of her with an unlit cigar #anyway fun part of this was reading old timey slang and seeing what still stuck around from the old days. like hot to mean stolen #happy talks pjo

[ellavei]

I once wrote a (cheesy) fanfic to which Bourbon France said he would like to see a portrait of Bourbon Spain holding a portrait miniature of him.

Because this kind of act show people that they are married and they are a powerful couple. It also looks magnificent to hang it on their walls.

So… I commissioned this painting to make his (and mine) dream come true.

Commissioned from Tree by me (please do not re-upload without my permission).

#aph #hetalia #portrait miniature #aph france #aph spain #frain #I took the pose from ''Anne d'Autriche endeuillée présentant le portrait en miniature de Louis XIII'' by Henri and Charles Beaubrun #Clothes of Spain are from ''Ritratto di Carlo di Borbone'' by Anton Raphael Mengs #and his husband clothes are from ''El Delfín Luis de Borbón'' by Hubert Drouais #in this painting I intentionally did not correct the hairstyle of Spain because I think he would love to show his real hair color more #France is definitely the more fashionable of all because... he is France #both of them are in their early 20s #the legend said that after their divorce sadly no one known where the portrait miniature and this painting #many rumors said it had been stolen or burned in some war or revolution #obsessed with this era is never enough for me

[stardust948]

Zutara Modern AU where Katara steals Zuko’s hoodies and Zuko steals Katara’s scarves.

#atla #zutara #zutara modern au #scarfgate #love is in the stolen clothes

[21wanderer]

Final Goal

Body a day - #30: Pecs

The final entry in @max-the-many's challenge.

“Paul? Why?” those were Lucas’s last words before he collapsed on the floor, his hand still pressed against his throat, his gaze becoming vacant. I chuckle, “you really haven’t figured out yet? I’m not Paul,” I pinch my cheek and pull, making my face distort grotesquely as Paul’s face detaches from my own underneath. I let go and Paul’s face snaps back in place, restoring my disguise. There’s a brief expression of soul-crushing horror on Lucas’s face, but then it disappears as the sparks in his eyes fade.

“Paul was a really nice disguise, as was your other friend, Stefan, but they were just the means to an end,” I say gloatingly to the unconscious hunk on the floor, kneeling to stay level with him, “you were always my final goal!”

There’s no response, Lucas seems to be well on his way in the conversion, soon he’ll be ready to wear.

“All it took was a couple of bodysuits to get close to you, your friends will become part of my collection, but you – you are the crown jewel.”

I begin to undress, taking off Paul’s bike leathers, his undersuit and the rest of his motorcycle equipment.

I place my hands on Paul’s forehead and begin to push it backwards, causing his mouth to expand for my own head to poke through it. Feeling the air on my original face feels strange and weirdly unfamiliar, but I’m not staying like this for long, once I’m inside Lucas, I’ll never take him off again.

Slowly I squeeze out of Paul’s skin, struggling to get my body out of his. It isn’t exactly a graceful transition as I clumsily pull out of Lucas’s biker friend, then again nobody is going to know.

I let go of Paul’s skin, letting it collapse on the floor as I eye up my new possession: Lucas Wilson.

He’s ready. I lift up the hollowed-out skinsuit, that used to be Lucas. I was aroused and excited with making this my new permanent body, but I wanted to savour the moment. I strip Lucas, pulling off his clothes piece by piece, placing them in a neat little pile, smelling them as I remove them – it’s a musk, I can’t wait to make my own.

Stripped naked like myself, I admire Lucas’s beautiful and sculpted body, those gorgeous muscles, especially those pecs. And they are all mine!

I carry the Lucas-suit into his bedroom, technically it’s my bedroom now – almost. I place it on the bed, even when deflated and visibly hollow, this body still looks amazing.

I run my fingers gently across his impressive chest, his defined abs, (they aren’t exactly rock-hard, but they will be, once I’m inside,) his well-endowed… his thick thighs and calves. I also run my fingers down his massive arms, from his broad shoulders, to his toned biceps and triceps and big hands. Finally I run my fingers across his angelic, handsome face, distorted by the lack of a skull, but still beautiful. I’m insatiable and feel like I’m about to burst with excitement, I can’t delay this any further.

I grab Lucas and stretching his mouth wide open, I begin to slither in. It’s always such an indescribably arousing feeling to pull on a bodysuit. It’s warm, smooth and squishy inside, and I slid my feet in like I had done a few times before taking my time to get the toes in. I pull Lucas up around my legs, his muscular legs now back to life. I slip his ass over mine and I slip my own meat into his; and like pulling it on like a condom, it springs to life, perfectly reflecting how aroused I am.

I pull Lucas’s mouth further up my torso, making my flat and featureless stomach disappear, and be replace with Lucas’s sculpted abs. I keep pulling, so that I can get the pecs almost in place, then I plunge my hands into Lucas’s impressive arms. Stretching out Lucas’s mouth wide enough to pass my shoulders, I finally get the upper torso into place. Running Lucas’s finger across my wide shoulders, muscular arms and perfect pecs, I smile to myself, before I flex hard, the muscles respond flawlessly. They are ready to serve their new master. I look at my reflection, seeing my face one final time, I must admit, that this pristine body suits me, but I want it all. I then stretch Lucas’s mouth one final time to stretch it over my head, then I let go with a snap. It’s dark for a moment, but I soon open my eyes and see the room again through new eyes.

The second-to-last thing I have to do is to push Lucas’s facial features into place. Staring insatiably as my handsome features fall into place, the facial massage has done it’s trick, I pull a few faces, it’s perfect. “Looking good, Lucas, looking really good,” I say to the stud in the mirror with my new voice.

I rub my new pecs, I’ve dreamt of rubbing hands my hands all over them since I first saw them on Lucas’s social media, and now they’re all mine! I twist the nipples, each placed on a big slab of muscle. My muscles!

Finally I inject myself with another syringe, I am making this process irreversible. I am Lucas, now and forever. I have never tried this injection before, but it feels like I’m bubbling inside, binding with my new skin, I can feel my senses sharpen and I feel ‘more real’ than ever.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I laugh, a fiendish laughter expressing my sheer delight of my accomplishment. I rub my nether regions, not able to contain myself any longer and a chill rushes through me, down my spine as I climax satisfyingly. Not bothering to clean up the stains right now, and done with what would only be the first of many sessions of self-gratification, I walk out of the bedroom, where I left the Paul-bodysuit. I smirk to myself, then I grab Paul’s motorcycle leathers, the ones I arrived in, and begin pulling them on my naked body. I’m now bigger and stronger than Paul, so the suit is going to get tested to see if it can contain my new muscular frame. I had no reason to worry, the suit is a perfect fit. It looks even better on Lucas me, than on Paul. Lucas doesn’t have a lot of motorcycle gear, but I’ll make sure to change that, in the hallway I find Lucas’s own motorcycle boots and gloves, well, my motorcycle boots and gloves, both several sizes bigger than what I wore before, but now they fit perfectly on my feet and hands. Riding a motorcycle as Paul was incredible, but going as Lucas is going to be many times better, but it’s going to have to be a short ride for now, there’s so much else I have to do - to put this new body to the test. Pecs and everything!

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Skinny dipper gets his clothes stolen

Location: Poland 🇵🇱 Year: 2012 Genre: Stolen Clothes, CMNM

The context: Young man takes his clothes off and gets into the river to have a swim. Another man, potentially his friend takes the man's clothes and runs away, forcing the guy to get off the water naked and run for his clothes to avoid being left naked. The video ends without clarification if the naked man retrieved his clothes.

The Naked Man

Name: Unknown Age: 18-20 (estimated) Nationality: Polish

The man decided to cover his dick with his hands and run like this. We could not perform face recovery at him but you can definitely notice the smile. Is it genuine?

The Clothed Man

Name: Unknown Age: 18-20 (estimated) Nationality: Polish

The guy who stole his clothes, definitely waiting for the right opportunity, looking at the camera man. We could perform some poor face recovery on him.

We performed in-depth analysis of the predicament:

The only available view of the man's genitals.

The man notices his clothes being taken away, he angrily reacts saying: "- Pojebało cię?", which can be translated as "are you fucking stupid?" Notice his cocky face and hands expression

The clothed guy puts the man's clothes into his backpack, then takes his shoes and waves with it giving that "see ya later" or "good luck bro" vibe.

When the man got out the water naked he had some audience. You can notice that one guy definitelly laughing out loud at him.

At the end of the video two men are walking and looking at the naked guy's bouncing cheeks. They look like they do not approve public nudity and are probably walking towards the boys to talk to them about it.

Location indicators, suggesting the more specific part of Poland where the naked run took place. You can read: Fenix, Hotel and DW ADAM. We will continue searching more specific location.

Special thanks to @cagedupyeen on Twitter and other two men that decided to stay anonymous, who helped me with translations and location identifying.

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