thirsty-lakedream - Tumblr blog

thirsty-lakedream · 4 months

Text

TGIF: Don't Peek!

by TS Escher

Quietly, I clutch the knob and twist it. The door to my bedroom opens with a groan. I step into the hallway and tiptoe toward the living room, careful to avoid waking my parents. As I pass their door, I notice it is cracked open. I steal a glance inside, ensuring my parents are fast asleep. Thankfully they are— my dad cradling my slumbering mother in his arms.

I should correct myself. I call them my parents at their request. After my parents died, I was moved from home to home. Now that we’re marking our third Christmas together, I am trying on the words ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ for now. Pulling myself away, I continue my travels. “Don’t peek!” my new mother’s voice echoed in my head. She knew I tended to sneak presents early, so my efforts this year were especially daring. As I would be heading off to college soon, this would be my last Christmas at home. Why spoil the tradition now? I entered the living room. A brilliant gradient of orange and purple flooded the apartment. The neon lights outside of our building always bothered my parents, but I felt it gave the place character. Now, however, it gave our Christmas tree a sinister glow. My eyes flicked down to the sea of presents and landed on the largest one. This box was almost taller than the tree! Adrenaline pumping, I check the tag. ‘For Dad’. Of course! He always gets the best stuff. I turn and begin burrowing through the boxes. I shake this and that, searching for something that doesn’t rattle. Something expensive. Something electronic. “Aha!” I cry as I shake a box about the size of a laptop, packed tight. Feeling victorious, I take a step backward onto another present. My foot slides on the box, and I fall into the giant gift, which, like a mighty redwood in the forest, topples with a loud thud. TIMBER! But not only does it fall - not with my luck - an edge of the wrapping paper catches the blinds, and it topples with a RIIIIP!  My chest pounds as I stand frozen over the mess. This will take some fixing. I start across the room to fetch some tape, but notice the label on the box…

DREAM DATE.

Weird. If this a board game… it’s a big one. My wiry frame casts a pitifully small shadow over the huge box, almost twice as tall as me. I think this is one of the reasons I had trouble finding a family — nobody wants the runt of the litter. I climb on top of the ruined present, pulling back a scrap of wrapping paper. I scan the label:

MODEL: INDIAN HEARTTHROB

BODY TYPE: MUSCLEBOUND (EXTREME), 10” TOOL

PERSONALITY: AGGRESSIVE / EGOTISTICAL KNOWLEDGEBASE: 120 POSITIONS STRENGTH: 500 LBS I tug the heavy box into the middle of the room. Minutes pass as I stare at it, curiosity eating away at me. Unable to restrain myself, I yank the remaining paper away. A discrete brown box hides underneath. Aside from the label, there is nothing else to identify the contents. I slide a fingernail across the tape, opening the package. Amongst a sea of packing peanuts, I spot… A hand. It’s brown and oversized, belonging to a man. A loud gasp escapes my mouth. Is it… a mannequin? A dead body? I know what you’re thinking. A dead body? Really? But hey… what else could it be? Gathering my bravery, I scoop out the peanuts and let them scatter on the floor revealing…

Precisely what it says on the box. A musclebound Indian man staring up at me with a blank face. He is wearing nothing but a Santa hat and matching red leather underwear. He looks like a slutty oversized elf in a toy factory that I would die to work in. Or a better joke… a North Pole that I would love to ride. Now I’m just distracting myself. I run a hand across the soft skin on his abdomen, then over the tightly wound mounds of muscle on his chest. His expression is blank, but his gymrat physique looks ready to pounce on me. I definitely would not complain. I snap my fingers in front of his eyes. No reaction. Judging by the label, he must be a sex doll. Kinky! My new parents, by the way, have a very active sex life. They try to keep it private, but I’m not deaf, and this apartment is too small for secrets.

Unable to resist the plumpness of his lips, I lean in and give him a soft kiss. My eyes travel down his body to his elephant trunk, pressing against his underwear.

Surprising myself, my hand travels downward, taking a firm handful of an impossibly large cock. And it’s not even hard yet! My… ahem… underpowered dick jerks in response. My eyes grow wide as I massage his shaft, my eyes darting to his face for a response. He seems so real! As I pick up speed, I notice a sheet of instructions sticking out of the packing material. Maybe he’s a robot. How do I turn him on? Please God, let me turn him on. I pull out a single sheet; its’ type as plain and spare as the label: 1) Place Dream Date on a clean, smooth surface. 2) Insert two fingers into the roof of Dream Date’s mouth, locating the pump. 3) Press repeatedly until a clear, thick liquid exits Dream Date, leaving the body hollow. DO NOT DISPOSE OF LIQUID. 4) Remove Dream Date’s mouth-guard. (2 pcs.) Stretch Dream Date’s mouth, and enter. 5) Click mouth-guard over the operator’s teeth. The pump will automatically reconnect. 6) To refill Dream Date, press pump and hold. The liquid will return. BREATHE DEEPLY. I lick my lips with excitement, perspiration beading my brow. Does this mean what I think it means? An erotic tingle shoots through my spine. I grab hold of one of his arms, testing the weight. It’s dense. Heavy. Well, here goes nothing! Taking a deep breath, I push his back up until he is in a sitting position, then loop an arm under each pit. I tug hard, pushing the box away with my foot as I slide him out. Packing peanuts spray across the room. I drag the dead weight to the kitchen, chuckling. If anyone saw me, it would look like I was cleaning up the scene of a crime! Pulling him over by the window, I drop the body on the smooth tile floor with a thump. Orange light floods through the open blinds providing me with a better view. A realization hits me as I gaze at his vascular thighs. I have never seen anyone this big before in real life. I guess that would be why my dad would want to wear this suit! Plus, my mom has always been into middle-eastern men. I notice her eyes wander when we’re all out to dinner. My trembling fingers press against his mouth and his lips part. They rub against his tongue, dry and coarse — like a cat’s — then slide my fingers up to the roof of his mouth. I feel a hollow lump. This must be the pump. When I press it down, I hear a rush of air, and his body expands. Then I release it, and it contracts. He looks like he’s breathing! I attempt sticking my fist down his throat. If he is a body suit, he should be hollow… right? But he feels blocked. Filled up. Almost like the bladder of a waterbed. As I resume pumping, a gel-like sweat begins to rushes out of his pores. With each repetition, his dominating form caves in, and a large pool of liquid forms on the floor. Once more, I reach my hand down his throat. It slides in easily. Well, it’s now or never! I slide off my pajamas, then grip the far edge of his mouth-guard forming the roof of his mouth. I pull. It disengages with a sharp click. The bottom piece, complete with a lolling tongue, snaps off as well. With growing excitement, I snap the top piece into my mouth. It clicks in like a retainer. A perfect fit. Then I insert the bottom piece. I guide my tongue into his, detecting a slightly bitter flavor. It snaps into place with a satisfying click. I take a moment to explore the sensation of a stranger’s teeth with my fingertips. They are much larger, and straighter, than my own. My hands stretch his mouth wide as I dip a foot inside. The interior feels like rubber. As my skin slides across it, it clings to me lightly, like invisible suction cups. In a trance, my eyes remain glued to his misshapen face as I sit down on the ground and slide him over my other leg. I pull him over me, shimmying his skin over mine— and my raging boner. The thick puddle beneath me squishes as I wrestle the rest of his skin over my upper body. Finally, I let his face snap over mine, and I sink into darkness. Sliding my arms into his sagging sleeves, I yelp as I feel a cold spike, almost like a thin spout, press against my rear end. This must help with the alignment. I bite my lip and let it slide between my cheeks, slipping into my tight asshole. With labored breath, I struggle against the waves of his dense skin as I raise a hand to his open mouth. His loose fingers dip inside, looking for me. His sagging hands graze against my new teeth as I hold the button, engaging the pump. Like a blowfish about to attack, the suit expands in an instant. It sucks in the gloopy liquid back into its’ pores, inflating its thick skin. Immense pressure crushes me as a burning sensation that races across the surface of my body. Then as quickly as it happened, the pressure subsides. The burning gives way to the chilly surface of the kitchen tile. The stale air begins to kiss my skin, warmed by a whirring furnace. I choke on a few gasping, liquid-filled breaths. What the hell did I just do? The grandfather clock chimes twice, signaling the late hour. My breathing smoothes, and I open my— My? His? — eyes. Although I am looking directly up at the ceiling, my developed chest rises and falls, attacking the edges of my vision. My sight seems sharper. Better than 20/20. I blink, lubricating my new eyes, then push my palms against the floor. My body rises as if it’s feather-light. “Whoa!” I exclaimed, sitting up on the kitchen floor. My voice booms with minimal effort, so I will have to be careful. A vague middle-eastern accent tints my speech. My eyes travel downward to the twitching, restless monster in my underwear. I bite my lower lip in curiosity, and reach around my tapered torso for one more test… Fingers dip under tight crimson fabric— so tight it feels vacuum packed— and I discover… his hole. I run my finger across the edge, quivering as a gentle wave of pleasure rushes over me. I notice a reflection in the chrome-plated finish of the dishwasher. An intimidating stranger stares back at me with chocolate brown eyes. His mouth twists into a smile as he raises an arm, flexing it in slow motion. He carefully observes the mountain of granite as it rises to an impressive peak. Rivers of vein and sinew appear, running across the surface into the welcoming basin of a defined tricep. I drop his arm drops and tighten his core, lowering his lower body to the floor in a slow reverse-crunch. My eyes are locked on his. That finger on my asshole dips in, burrowing deep. My thick back arches as I begin to finger myself, watching my reflection react. His feet slide across the floor, and his giant knees drift upward. With shocking skill, I locate my prostate and tease it. Muted grunts echo through his cavernous chest as I explore his body. He lifts a leg, allowing me to sink deeper. A strange pressure begins to rumble between my thighs. I stop short. What the fuck? How do I even know how to do this stuff? I knew from an early age that I was gay, but I have avoided it, throwing myself into my studies. I know a little about sex from television and movies but have been too afraid to explore it, unsure of where it may lead. His finger exits my ass as I rise to my feet. No… I almost float. I feel no strain as this massive body rises gracefully. Performing another test, I place my weight on one foot and kick the other outward. I bending myself backward without effort, then upright. Having this much strength is so fucking cool! Attempting to step lightly as I exit the tile, I cross to the living room. Despite my best efforts, the wooden floor complains under my immense weight. Leaning downward, I examine the label on the bodysuit’s box again.

KNOWLEDGEBASE: 120 POSITIONS

Well, that explains my new sexual abilities. I read further.

STRENGTH: 500 LBS

Now, this… this prospect is exciting. I am 115 pounds soaking wet. Stepping toward the 9 foot Christmas tree, I grip the trunk and lift it like a twig. A few ornaments fall to the floor with a tinkle. I lower it, then lift it again. And again. Chuckling, I take in the beauty of this gorgeous meathead performing a very festive workout. The best part of it all? He’s under my control. With each rep, I start to feel a rush of restless energy. This energy begins to take a strange shape… almost anger… no that’s not it. Pride? Superiority? I try to put my finger on my new feelings as my hips begin to thrust into the air. The tree falls to the floor as my hands explore my body, lubricated with sweat, or whatever the hell that clear liquid is. My fingers find his tender nipples and squeeze them. A bolt of lightning shoots through my body. I look back to the label.

PERSONALITY: AGGRESSIVE / EGOTISTICAL

Fuck. It’s okay. I can control this. My new cock feels hungry. Yeah. My new cock. I begin to rub it, relishing the roughness of this body’s fingers on his warm skin. He begins to sweat, mind racing. But it’s not new; it’s always been this way. I can’t walk into a coffee shop without every fucker in the room staring at me… wanting these meaty palms to cup their ass. These fingers inside of them before I give them the best fuck of their life. My freakish chest rubbing their skin raw as I take them from behind. Dominating them. Consuming them. Fuck! This horny jock need something to bury this 10-inch pole in. Or someone. Wait a second. What the hell am I thinking? Stay in control. My body throws its’ hulking form over the couch. He slides the underside of his dick along the top of it, groaning as he fucks an invisible force. I find myself unable… no, unwilling, to stop him. My critical brain begins to quiet as he invades my thoughts once again. This muscle cock wants… needs to fuck someone’s brains out. Someone that doesn’t deserve this fuck-beast. It’s Christmas. My massive tool will be a gift. Overcome with lust; I pump harder as I grip the back of the couch tightly. A strange urge overcomes me as I halt and snap the top of the wooden sofa frame in half. Giddy laughter escapes him while aggressive energy pumps through our body. God that felt good! Using these brawny, meathook arms to do whatever the fuck I want. Force someone to take whatever the fuck I choose to give them. I hear a bed rattle in another room. Inspiration strikes. With renewed purpose, he heads to my parents’ bedroom. As he pushes the door open, I spot my father. He is laying on his back, alone in bed. I notice a soft glow cast across the floor from underneath the adjoining bathroom door. That solves the mystery of my mother’s whereabouts. Suddenly, I feel the shaky wall between this beast’s desires and my thoughts collapse. I give in as we become one in the same. I’ll have to act fast.

I approach him from the side, noticing for the first time how fucking gorgeous my father is. His right arm rests with a hand above his head, his bicep bulging from the angle. He may be about half of my new size, but he is no slouch in the gym. As if operated by some unseen force, one of my hands slides around his throat, tightening its’ grip. The other dips into his nightshirt, caressing the contours of his chest, feeling up bristles of course hair. I lower my bull-like head until my nose dives into his rank armpit. Inhaling deeply, I take in his scent, fulfilling a fantasy I didn’t even know I had. While keeping a firm hand around his neck, I reach into his boxers and begin to pump his meat. His thick cock quickly gathers strength and responds to my new body’s expert stimulus. I seem to know exactly what to do. My dad’s hips spring to life, rocking between my welcoming hand and the bouncy surface of the mattress. As I watch his unconscious participation, my underwear grows tight. The head of my swelling cock breaks free on the elastic band, reaching up towards my belly button. A cough comes from the bathroom, and my dad’s eyes flutter open. His eyes widen in horror as my grip on his throat tightens, and I pump him harder. A wicked smile strikes across his face. My father’s thirsty pupils widen, drinking in the contours of my intimidating body. My solid muscles bulge as I use my strength to keep him subdued. “Babe, you bought him!” my dad chokes out. I smile as I loosen my grip on his neck. He thinks I am my mother! “I didn’t have this in mind. You wearing this hulking stud…” — his eyes dropping to my cock — “Breeding me… but I— I like it. Take it, babe. This is all yours.” Upon hearing these words out of my dad’s mouth, an unbearable tide of lust overtakes me. “Shut the fuck up,” I rumble, “This stud body gets whatever it wants, and I’m going to use you as I see fit.” Suddenly my hard cock begins to vibrate against my stomach. It sends a crippling charge through my body. Surprised, I release my dad from my death grip double over as a tidal wave of thick precum gushes into my hand. As I bring it to my nose for a sniff, I head my dad whimpering like a sad, little baby. “Oh daddy,” he moans, desperately pumping his own cock. “That’s right,” I encourage, with a cocky grin. “Who’s daddy’s little boy now?” I bring a hand back to his throat and grip it tight, while I use my other to rub my cum over his mouth and coarse stubble, effectively muffling his cries. His eyes roll back in his head as he holds onto the edge of consciousness, unable to control his moans. I watch, violently horny, as he explodes all over his chest. I hop on top of him in a 69 position, licking him clean, as my heaving body forces its massive cock down his throat. I fuck his face with abandon. “I’m gonna blow, baby,” I groan as I feel his excitement grow. He begins to suck like a Hoover. The toilet flushes in his bathroom, and I feel my dad freeze. No doubt, a surprise guest star in his marriage is… a shock. Undeterred, my body takes over, as I continue to fuck his mouth-hole. Finally, I shoot a massive load down his throat. The water in the sink starts to rush as my adopted mom washes her hands, and I pull myself out of my father and climb out of bed. I loom over him for a moment, enjoying the power, then fiendishly wipe my remaining cum off of his lips with my hand. I rub my sticky palm on his abs and slide his shirt over it, hiding the evidence. I tuck him in under the covers. “Close your eyes,” I command. “You don’t want your wife to ask questions, do you?” And with that, I hightail it out of the room. The door clicks closed as the bathroom door opens. I press a large ear to the door as I hear her footsteps travel to the bed. My dad stirs, faking it well no doubt, as she lays back down. “Sorry, did I wake you?” she whispers. “No babe,” he replies softly. “I actually can’t sleep. Mind if I— if I take a shower?” “Now? Uh… sure. Just don’t be long. In the morning I have a surprise for you under the tree, and you’ll need all the energy you can get.” With a wicked smile, I head back to the kitchen and take off our new toy. As I dampen a rag and towel him off, dreams of new possibilities dance like sugarplums through my head. With difficulty, I push the freshly rewrapped box upright beside the tree. I chuckle at one last thought before bed. Sorry, mom. Despite your best efforts, Christmas has cum early! ——- Liked this story? Click the “thumbs up” below and let me know. More will follow! Loved this story? Tell me what you liked and your Christmas wish for stories in the new year. I love engaging with our readers and aim to please!

#bodysuit #reblog #god what I wouldn’t do for a suit like that!#deception

164 notes · View notes

thirsty-lakedream · 6 months

Text

Rented You Out - Part 3

I’m back after months! Note that for this part it’s gonna be a little different just for the sake of the halloween spirit! (tw a little bit of horror and gore) 🎃

Read Parts 1 and 2 if you haven’t already!

_________

The High School is throwing a huge halloween party, and Denholm, Markus and Paula went to buy costumes at PartyCity.

“Do I look good babe?” Denholm asked his girlfriend.

“Of course! Now let’s go out and eat?” The three headed to the nearby fast food.

As they were riding in the car, a little boy was seen wearing a halloween costume, and approached the three.

“Trick or treat??” asked the kid.

“I think it’s too early for that honey.” said by Markus.

“Trick or treat??” the kid said again with his pupils getting more enlarged.

“Denholm I think we should leave.” Paula said while she started to get nervous. The kid started shaking a little bit.

Chapter 2

The night comes as Markus went home and left Paula and Denholm. It was 3 hours before the halloween party.

“I’ll see you two later at the party okay? The house is gonna be filled with shit!” Markus said as he started heading home.

“So babe, now that he’s out of the way, why don’t you and I have a little bit of fun tonight?” Paula said in a flirting manner.

“Baby, I’m kinda tired, let’s just call it a day shall we?” Denholm was panting.

She then started pushing him to the bed. And there the magic started happening.

“YESSS!! HARDER!!” Paula screamed as the bed started to rocked like there’s an earthquake in LA.

Loads of milk were splashing everywhere, Paula even swallowed some of them.

Paula was screeching in pleasure as Denholm pounded her hard. She bounced up and down as Denholm’s glorified manhood strobed her.

“Babe, we gotta go clean after this. I don’t wanna go to the party smelling like cum.” Denholm jokingly said.

As the two were having fun, a shadow was seen running across the halls.

“What was that?” Denholm was startled.

“I don’t know. It sounded like a cat or something. I’m going to go check.” Paula put on her clothes.

The two smiled at each other as she opens the door wide.

“And put a goddamn shirt on before you leave the room!” Paula giggled as she throw the shirt to Denholm while he was turned around.

But unluckily for Denholm, the shirt had hit the button used to turn him into a bodysuit.

He started getting dizzy and nauseous and he noticed his feet were deflating. He started panicking.

“Babe… Babe!” Denholm started screaming but she couldn’t hear him.

Suddenly a weird figure appeared in front of him. It was the kid. But it wasn’t.

“Help.. help me!” Denholm said to the kid. But we has just standing there shaking.

The kid started turning into something else, into a full alien. Whatever creature that was, it was definitely NOT human. The creature then shut the door.

“What… what?!! Stand back!” Denholm panicked but couldn’t move because his legs have fully deflated.

The alien started coming closer. It made its way to his bed and started grabbing his rubber legs.

Denholm gasped for air. His chest was also deflating slowly as he watched the alien grab him like clothes.

He let out one last scream and grunt before all that’s left was his head. The alien then started opening the zipper from his spine.

The suit stretched down as the alien’s sharp legs pierced inside Denholm’s legs. He witnessed it all happen before he completely blacked out. The alien’s skinny taller body molded into Denholm, and he saw him standing a little more taller. As he blinked his last sight, his head collapsed on his new ribcage-y chest. The process was almost complete.

The alien magically started molding into the insides of Denholm, reverting back to his normal shape. All’s that left was to put on the head.

The alien’s head was too large to fit into Denholm’s, so it had to stretched the zipper into him.

Denholm’s face puffed out to the point that his eyes opened wide and his mouth jaw dropped. As the process was coming to an end, a new Denholm opens his eyes, and zips the zipper shut.

The new Denholm started clenching his jaw, and he started breathing hard as he learned the basics of living as a human.

He started touching his chest, and pulled out Denholm’s phone to take a quick picture.

“I… I did it. I am… I am him.” He said in a very low monotone voice.

Then Paula suddenly opened the door to see Denholm still naked.

“Babe! Didn’t I told you to get up like 10 minutes ago?! Come on we’re gonna be late for the party!” Paula said.

“Babe… babe. Ok. babe.” Denholm said as he stares blankly into Paula.

“Hahahaha very funny! Maybe you should put that into character when we’re actually IN the party! Now come on! You gotta clean off those cum stains in the fucking bed!” Paula was disgusted.

Denholm rubbed his face and touched his cock and he stared at the mirror again.

“Trick or treat… Denholm.” He started grinning.

While taking a shower at the bathroom, he slowly unleashed his fresh new alien loads .

Chapter 3

“Why isn’t this man not answering?!?” Markus got pissed as Denholm wasn’t answering his calls.

Suddenly Denholm’s car arrives. He is wearing the pirate outfit from PartyCity.

“Oh finally guess who showed up?” Markus said.

Denholm just stared at him blank for a good 4 seconds. Then he just ignored him and walked by.

“Paula did you gave him crack or something cuz im gonna crack your ass if you did!” Markus got annoyed but was laughing.

“Shut up! I would never do such a thing!” Paula jokingly said.

The three then went in and had fun.

The dancing got louder, and Paula and Denholm were in the middle of the dancefloor. Everyone loved him that night.

“Nice pirate costume G” said by one of Denholm’s varsity boys. The drunk guy then pat him hard in the back, hard enough to flip the switch… off.

Denholm collapsed to the ground and then started having seizures, he was turning BACK into human form. One rule that you should take note of is that a person should NEVER turn off the bodysuit mode while someone is inside the suit. It will be very painful. or worse.

Paula held her boyfriend tight as he started gasping for air. Time was running out for Denholm, and for the alien inhabiting him. Markus witnessed everything that happened. He wasn’t shocked about the fact that Denholm started spitting out green slime on the ground, it was the fact that the switch was turned ON the whole time.

“Wait… so that means… FUCK.” Markus was in shock. “Someone must have used the bodysuit!” He didn’t know what to do. Him and Denholm came up with an agreement that Denholm would never turn into suit mode without Markus’ approval. He ran up to him and notice Denholm’s eyes. There was something weird about those eyes… something glowing inside.

Denholm then grabbed by the neck and started choking Markus. Everyone started panicking. Music was stopped, people were running away. Markus looked into Denholm’s eyes. It somehow made him feel pleasurable in a way. One of the boys then grabbed Denholm away from Markus, letting go of him. Panting, Denholm freed himself from the men’s arms and ran towards the dark hallway.

Markus followed forth, and saw Denholm finally collapse as his back unzips, revealing the horrific creature that was using his body.

“Trick or treat..” the alien murmured.

“Hold on.. I recognize that voice.” Markus realized that the alien was the kid that was asking for candy back at the drive thru.

“Stay. away.” Markus threatened the alien. The alien then started crawling towards him.

“I know you love me but I love someone else…” The alien mimicked Denholm’s voice before collapsing and turning into a pile of dried powdered cement.

Markus almost went into tears. The alien might not have hurt him physically, but it managing to dig in through Denholm’s memories and say that felt like him getting stabbed a thousand times.

He then tried waking Denholm up, whose body is in a room. He was not waking up. And there wasn’t any assurance of when he will wake up. Since Markus didn’t know how long that alien has been using Denholm’s body, he’s not sure if Denholm is not yet fully awakened to be able to return. He then heard Paula and the others running up to the room.

“Babe?! Babe! Are you alright??!? What the fuck happened?!?” Paula was on the verge of tears.

Denholm then said, “I’m alright… I was just feeling so high earlier.. must have been the drinks or someone must have laced me..”

“Ok stay right where you are, I’m going to go get an uber to drive us home.” Paula runs out of the door.

Denholm then closes the door and changes his clothes. He let out a big sigh and looked in the mirror. “Sorry I had to do this to you again, Denholm.”

TO BE CONTINUED

(Sorry if this one’s a bit rushed, I’ve been busy lately so I didn’t really had that much time. Stay tuned for more!)

239 notes · View notes

thirsty-lakedream · 8 months

Text

Story: Date

“Tonight was nice.”

Those were his girlfriend’s words after she pulled away from the kiss with a content look on her face. He couldn’t necessarily blame her, tonight was nice. It’s not everyday that a couple gets a chance to get out at a fancy restaurant during their 1-year anniversary. They were dressed for the occasion too, he had only stuck with a classic suit, and she went with a stunningly beautiful teal dress. When he came to her house earlier to pick her up, he immediately assumed that he was the lucky one after seeing her.

It was going to be difficult to explain to their friends what went down tonight. Sure, the two shared a picture of them dining in fancy attires online, but the two of them mostly dined and conversed for the entire evening, which doesn’t make for a good story to tell later. He didn’t mind it overall, the two of them enjoyed the evening and that’s all that mattered.

“Yeah, it’ll be tough to top this moment.” He replied with a light smile on his face.

She stares at him for a brief moment before moving in for an embrace, which he returns in kind. He kept a slight grin to himself while staying silent, despite the strong smell of perfume that she wore, he could swear that he can smell hints of the smoked salmon they had earlier. Of course, he couldn’t ignore the heartwarming feeling he gets whenever she was being affectionate, she pulls away after several moments.

“Alright, take care on your way, okay, Andrew?”

He could feel something shift around inside him but he gives her a faint smirk. “No worries, I’ll text you when I get home.” He says reassuringly.

She gives him a nod. “Night!” She lets out before turning around and makes her way home. It was only until she got inside her home that Andrew made his way to his car, started up the engine, and driving his way home.

It was already late at night when they left the restaurant, so he already expected everyone to be asleep the moment he got home. Almost all of the lights in the house were turned off the moment he unlocked and opened the front door. He tries to keep the silence by gently closing the door and locking it once again before making his way up to his bedroom.

He stretches his arms the moment he gets inside his bedroom, he sighs in relief before proceeding taking his coat off and loosening up his tie, feeling content by how it wasn’t as tight anymore.

‘Tonight was nice’ His girlfriend’s words echo in his head. His smile grows wider and wider before he starts to laugh a little.

“She loved it!” He exclaimed but not too loudly as not to wake anyone else up. It certainly wasn’t easy to get everything together, he immediately pushes aside the thought of money. His mind thinks back to the date, how she looked at him and her grin widens slightly when they made eye contact. The two of them laugh a little shortly after that silent exchange.

He couldn’t handle it anymore, that feeling he had ever since she told him to take care of himself had been swelling up since then. The moment he tried to let the feeling out, his eyes rolled back and he collapses onto the floor. Someone else popped out of his body just as he collapsed.

Like Andrew earlier, he stretches out his arms. “Ahhh, I really hate being out of Andrew but it can’t be helped.” He muttered to himself before smirking. “She had four months to notice but with how much we had dated since that time, I think she convinced that she’s getting to know a new side of him, right, Andrew?”

He stares at Andrew’s braindead expression on the floor, his eyes wide and his mouth ajar, it’s open long enough for drool to start leaking out of his mouth and onto the floor. Andrew was still alive, he could still see Andrew’s eyes blink and how Andrew’s chest rises and falls. He bends down to inspect Andrew, musing himself on the thought that he was piloting this now braindead man a few moments ago.

“Sucks that you hardly have a brain at this point.” He comments but obviously isn’t expecting an answer from Andrew in this state. “But that’s what you get for letting me wear you for almost 4 months.”

He rolls his eyes shortly afterwards. “I know, I know, I did it against your will but hey, no one’s picked up on it at all since then, not even your girlfriend for 8 months at that time noticed.”

He eyes widen after uttering that last statement. “Oh crap! I nearly forgot!”

He digs into Andrew’s pockets and fishes out his phone, he completely ignores the biometric lock by inputing the passcode. Next he opens up the messenger app and selects the conversation with Andrew’s girlfriend and types in a quick message to her.

‘Home! Luv u’

He locks the phone before setting it down onto the table, next he turns back to Andrew, who hasn’t moved at all since he emerged out of Andrew’s body.

“I guess I should move back, I wouldn’t want to overstay my visit in your room, Andrew.” He said tauntingly before spreading Andrew out on the floor in a T-pose position. He stands before Andrew before turning around and doing the T-Pose position himself. He intentionally falls backwards, but instead of ramming into Andrew, his body phases right into Andrew. Almost immediately, life returns to Andrew’s face, wasting no time wiping the drool off his cheek. He frowns at the mild feeling of stiffness on his body but it’s more of an annoyance than a problem. He walks toward a mirror and smirking upon the sight of his reflection before proceeding to get the rest of his clothes off.

“Definitely should take a shower before heading to bed…” He mumbled to himself.

557 notes · View notes

thirsty-lakedream · 9 months

Text

Rented You Out - Part 1

Ever tried on a suit? Perhaps borrowed someone else's? Or you could've gotten it from a Suit Rental? Well let me tell you about a story of a man, whose body LITERALLY got rented out. So grab your ☕️, grab your 😸, because it's about to get WILD from here, well at least for our main boy.

Meet Denholm Gauthier, the 18-year old boy in 12th Grade, ready to graduate in a few months, but still have no decisions towards what to do in his life. He is a well-loved and kind student at his high school, and as the leader of the Football team and President of the Student Council, oh he's got it all. Plus, he's the class Valedictorian. So why is he such in a lost position? He had always seeked purpose in his life, though no one seemed to give him a damn since he's literally a privileged, handsome white dude. Everyone's got their own shit. To everyone's surprise, Denholm once mentioned that he didn’t want his life AT ALL, to which everyone got outraged about, saying “WHY NOT?!?”. Well, with this story unfolding, I guess I can say he found his purpose.

Chapter 1: Kidnapped

And so we begin. It was psychology class and the classroom was having a heated debate about the human mind and body. It escalated between the nerds too much that a fight could’ve broke out but thanks to Denholm it was de-escalated fast.

“It’s fine Mr Watkins, this topic was a bit controversial if I’m going to be honest with you. But I believe that our human minds are its own unique ways, and one could never be another person.”, he stated as he made the others calm down.

“Well that’s what you thought.” The quiet kid said. His name was Stanley. He’s the kid that sits in so much envy while watching Denholm rise up in the podium of popularity. He was always jealous of him. He wanted to live like him. Heck, he wanted to be him.

“What was that bro?” Denholm politely asked. Stanley didn’t replied, so Denholm’s just shrugged it off and packed his bag.

Lunchtime was up, and Denholm ate with Markus, who’s his childhood and best friend. Denholm long knew then that Markus likes other men, but Markus never really showed him that he wanted Denholm to be more than friends. Though with that said, Denholm is a very liberal person, and of course, a straight ally, which is not what Markus wanted but more than enough to keep them as friends.

“Hey bro! What’s up?” Denholm excitingly said to Markus.

“Nothing much, just tired of life as always.” Markus said.

“Why’s that so? You have friends and family!” Denholm replied.

“Well I don’t want this life. So stressful and so pressured. I wish I could be just as charismatic and attractive and NORMAL as YOUR life!” Markus said with a raising voice.

“Wha… is that what you feel about my life?” Denholm was shocked. Markus raised his voice on him again, which he typically does to cover his feelings of desire towards him. It’s really hard for a gay man like Markus to try and not fall face flat with his feelings towards straight boy hottie Denholm.

“You know my life isn’t easy too. I wish I could live as simpler as any other person.” Denholm sighed.

“Oh I’m sorry..” , Markus said. Denholm hugged him, and so the feelings came in again. Markus’ manhood was rising a little bit high that time, but not too high for Denholm to notice. It was almost like Markus wanted to kiss him on the spot, but he didn’t forgot his dignity and so he didn’t do it.

There was a student council meeting afterschool, so Denholm had to leave the last period early. While walking down the hallway, he saw a black van parallel parking in the lot. It was quite peculiar to see a car parking at that time. He wanted to investigate it but was running late for the meeting, so he ignored it.

The meeting had finally ended. Denholm separated with his classmates because his locker was at the other exit of the school, and now, he’s secured from the hands of evil. “I love you.”, said by Denholm to his girlfriend as he leaves the school through the back exit. As he was leaving, the black van he suspected earlier, was open. He was grabbed by two men wearing balaclavas and shoved him into the backseat.

Denholm tried to talk but his voice was muffled caused by the tape on his mouth. A silhouette of a teenager was seen from the car mirror, but that teenager quickly turned it away to get prevented from being seen. Helpless, Denholm tried everything he can to get unleashed, but it was no use. The two men started injecting something on his back, it wasn’t a syringe, rather a sharp wired material that penetrated his spine, and later his whole body. As he was agonizing in pain, the kid from the front seat was giggling, enticed to see the pain Denholm was going through. They then started to dig down his back even further, almost as if they were cutting it wide open like a zipper. As he can no longer tolerate the pain, Denholm passed out from exhaustion.

Chapter 2: I Am My Bestie

Nightfall came, and Denholm’s parents were very worried. His girlfriend along with his father seeked help from the police, to which they saw the van that took him away. Markus, who thought that the men might have put Denholm captive at school, drove straight there during the night.

To by his surprise, he saw Denholm lying down in the locker room. He screamed, “DENHOLM!!” As he tried waking him up. He tried to lift his body upwards but noticed something strange. His body was a little lightweight.. almost hollow.

As Markus went to see Denholm’s face, his eyes looked… empty. Something wasn’t right. It only took a matter of time until he discovered that Denholm had a huge rip on his back, with a little switch attached to his neck. Markus kept shrugging Denholm to awake him but there was no use. He then examined the rip, and accidentally opened it, which revealed Denholm’s insides with literally nothing in it. Just a hollow mold.

“My friend’s… a bodysuit?!?!?” Markus started to panic. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what he would tell to Denholm’s parents. So he kept trying to wake Denholm up, but he’s no longer there. There was only one choice. If Denholm WAS an empty suit for someone to wear, then someone must wear him for the meantime, and who would that be none other than Markus. “I’m so sorry, I love you.” Markus started to tear up. He then stripped off his clothes. He started to insert his legs and feet into Denholm’s empty body. Markus was a bit larger than Denholm’s so it was a tight fit. the warmness of the insides then slowly binded Markus’ legs onto his. There was no turning back. Next, he put on the torso, and leaned Denholm’s head forward for now. It was almost complete. The last thing to do is to put on the head. As Markus was putting Denholm’s face like a mask, it frightened him too much that he started suffocating. In the outside it looked like an expressionless Denholm but you can hear Markus grasping for air. He eventually fell to the groubd and passed out.

The next time Markus woke up, he was at the floor. His body was glistening with sweat, or should I say, Denholm’s body. He tried to get and up and looked around, then exhaled to see that he can breathe again. His breath smelled like Denholm’s, which shocked him a lot. He paused and saw the mirror, with Denholm reflecting back to him. “De..Denholm??”, Markus said. The voice still sounded like Markus wearing a mask, which was muffled, so Markus adjusted Denholm’s face to fit his even more. And so the face finally locked in. “Denholm??” He said again. This time the voice sounded EXACTLY like Denholm. He started to rub his new wavy hair, and touch his new skin in his face. He also noticed his eyes even changed. Rubbing it through, he no longer has curly hair or dark skin, and his smell noticeably also disappeared, revealing a musky, bold smell from Denholm.

He admired Denholm’s hair, torso, biceps, and stroked his 6-inch dick. He then started putting on his clothes, and covered up the switch with a bandage. He looked at the mirror again and said, “Sorry Denholm, baby, but I need to drive you for now.” and kissed goodbye to his reflection in the mirror.

Now that Markus holds Denholm’s life, it was time to tell the news to Denholm’s family. Going home a bit excited, he rushed into Denholm’s house where a worried mother and father rushed in to receive him in open arms. “We missed you so much honey!”, Marta said to her “son” while embracing him. Markus felt a wholesome rather never-before feeling at that moment, as his parents were divorced and was put into care by his evil grandparents. This experience has become a chance for Markus to feel the life he deserved to have: a loving family, popular, charming, spoiled, everything that he ever dreamed of. Besides his sexual desires in the love of his life’s body, it was a chance for him to enjoy a new life of his own.

Chapter 3: Denholm Slayy

Morning came and Markus woke up refreshed, and opened his phone to see that he still has Denholm’s face while looking at the front camera. “Good morning, babe”, Markus started teasing himself. Suddenly something raised from under the blankets. Markus felt aroused by Denholm’s morning look so much that he decided to have a little bit of fun before getting through his day.

He let out a quick moan as he started grabbing onto Denholm’s elastic manhood. And there he unleashed loads and loads of cum which splashed through the whole bedroom. He didn’t even gave a damn into how he’s gonna clean all that mess. Then he admired himself in the mirror then started kissing it. “Oh I wish you were fucking me like this baby. Such a slay”, Markus groaned as he breathed in great intervals. He was having the time of his life.

“Babe??? Babee, I came to pick you up!” that was Paula, Denholm’s girlfriend, picking him up to go to school. Markus got alarmed by this. How was he supposed to clean all that cum on the wall? He quickly got up from the bed and took a dirty shirt from the laundry to wipe off all the stains from the walls and floors. Then he put on a shirt before opening the door. “Babe! What took you so long?? Also why are you not dressed yet we’re already late!” Paula said. “Sorry babe, got a bit hazy from last night that’s all.” Markus replied. “Well if you want to talk about it, we can spend the day together”, said Paula as she seductively touches Denholm’s cheeks. “No it’s alright, besides you have a test today and we must put our studies first right?”, Markus said while feeling anxious. “Ok! I’ll wait for you downstairs while you get ready.” Paula replied.

“Babe babe… Babe my ASS.” Markus side-eyes Paula as she left. “You know Denholm, you don’t deserve this annoying slut!” Markus said while berating Denholm’s reflection in the mirror. “This is why I’m GAY! UGH! If only you were mine… But for now, I am you. I will make the most of it.” Markus said while getting dressed. He put on a new bad boy look for Denholm, compared to the plain shirts that Denholm used to pull off with. Markus did a grin in the mirror as he admired his ideal look for Denholm.

“Oh daddy, you’re really such a fine person. I hope we get to bond more like this again.” Markus sighed. He then headed off to school with Paula.

———

It was now the afternoon. No one has seemed to have noticed that Denholm was being controlled by another person, as Markus has studied every single inch of how Denholm moves and speaks, which counts to the amount of obsession he has towards his homie. But there was one person that wasn’t convinced by the act though. While walking down the street, Paula confronted Denholm/Markus. “Babe, is everything alright? You seem distant.. detached today…”. Markus started to get nervous again, not knowing what details to say to her. “Babe its nothing.. look, I’ll head home now. Maybe I just needed a rest.” He replied.

Markus was finally back at Denholm’s room. It was now late at night. He took off his clothes and decided to lie down. “Maybe I should… do it again..” As Markus tried to stand up, suddenly he felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he was suffocating through latex. He then started gagging until he choked. It was the suit. He tried leaning on to something, but eventually the sweat that accumulated the suit made him trip down and struggle to get up. It felt like he was about to die, something was crushing him from the inside. Desperate, he tried unzipping off from the suit, which worked perfectly well. Markus finally got out of Denholm again, after over a day of using him. Both of them were covered in sweat, with Markus hyperventilating as he stared at Denholm’s lifeless body.

#I neeed more!#reblog!

556 notes · View notes

thirsty-lakedream · 9 months

Text

"Oh c'mon Dec, I changed into Brett for the next 24 hours so you can eat this ass, and now you want to back down just because you're afraid of him? I'm not the real him for God's sake, I won't hurt you,"

"But you said it yourself, you can also behave like him.....that sounds terrifying to me. What if you lose control whatsoever and drown into his behavior?"

"Well first, behaving like him means nothing. It just to make things more realistic, at least that's what the company said. And two, so what if I drown into his character? In 24 hours this suit will take itself off from me and then become a dysfunctional crumpled of leathery stuff. And trust me, I will always be in full control, it's not like those possession stories you read and intensely jerked into when the guy possessed someone and instead he lost control of that body to the real owner. That's fiction, this is reality. And this is not even remotely similar to me possessing Brett, it's just me wearing a company-made realistic outer skin with little memory implant, no takeover is possible. So c'mon, you won't have the whole time to make some good out of this body, we can even set some camera and record how you humiliate your biggest bully,"

Declan still look slightly terrified but his dick is definitely telling a different story upon hearing his boyfriend's explanation, ass still in the air, waiting impatiently to be used by Declan

255 notes · View notes

thirsty-lakedream · 9 months

Text

I wake up and smiled as I jiggled my tummy. I don't hate them necessarily but when you are a model, you cannot have slight tummy like mine with hair so unkempt like mine and face with acne scar left from bad puberty like mine. But I always have photoshoot or gig everyday so fuck them all who said that I would never be a model. As I walk out from my room to the living area, I yawn and stretch my slightly overweight body, fuck it feels gold. Then my eyes gaze to the corner of the room and I smiled as I see him still in the position as I left him last night

Look at that slim yet toned body, what a goal right? The right amount of hair, the right type of smell and don't let me start about that face. I open my phone, my agent said that I gotta hit the salon after I hit the gym this morning because they want to bleach my hair blond. Well, not my curly black hair, it's my bodysuit brown hair he is talking about. But of course he doesn't know (and DOESN'T NEED to know) that inside the lean and tight body of Max Gieve is a slightly below average me. He doesn't need to know that Max Gieve is just a fantasy of mine, ordered from and custom-made by a secret factory in the middle of Alaskan woods.

I caress its smooth ass and even insert my finger to its anus. It feels so real and I won't lie that I fucked the empty suit several time since it feels fucking realistic. As I spread its cakey cheek wide apart after messing up a bit with it, I can see an opening for me to enter. I take a deep breath to hold my gut and step in to the suit that just closed itself the moment it feels me entering it, some sort of sensor triggered that if I'm not mistaken. It seals perfectly and then there's no more Chester Goodman, it's only popular male model Max Gieve standing in the room.

I quickly dressed for my gym session and boy I worked so hard for the 2 hours session yet my body, adjusted to Max Gieve stamina, feels incredible instead. Well, good thing I ordered high endurance too when I ordered Max because my real body would collapse in just 20 minutes with such intense regimen. In the locker, I squeeze out some massive sweat from my shirt, yeah I'm fucking drenched, and then I look at a buzzcut Marine-looking blonde, heck he's like bigger version of Max, maybe I should think to order something like that or maybe other body inspired by the gymgoers here, for some "backup" or if I ever feel bored with Max.

Afterwards, not even bothering to shower, I go to the salon and they bleached my hair. I'm fucking hard throughout the session because they continously called me Max and how they admired all of my quality. Boy being good-looking indeed is beneficial in this world. As I step out from the salon and planning to go to the schedule photoshoot, my girlfriend (a fucking bombshell that of course, only know my Max identity) send me a chat showing her naked body spread in bed with a caption

"Just wake up,"

Boy she wakes the fuck up my dick again and I leak some pre. She really is hot and I'm fucking blessed to get her as my girlfriend, she is the source of my happiness, happiness that I won't ever get from my real look but Max can pull it off. The wealth, the love, the popularity, Max Gieve gives me chance to experience all shit that I know I wouldn't be able to fathom in my real body. Horny yet feeling blessed, I send her a selfie

"Some dust blonde and little cur for the day, might go full blonde in the future. Pick you up for dinner later?" and then I click send, smiling on how good life and the universe is to me

210 notes · View notes

thirsty-lakedream · 9 months

Text

Body Bundle

Elliot woke up Christmas morning with a stretch. He walked through his little apartment from his room to the living room and saw the little bag sitting on his dining room table. The big man up north came through again. He excitedly approached it and tore through the tissue paper. At the bottom of the package was a small pair of blue striped briefs.

He went to back to his room, peeling off his own underwear as he did so. He grabbed his reading glasses off his bedside table and prepared to watch his goodness this year get rewarded. This pair would be difficult to fit into, he thought, as he stepped into the briefs. His worried were unfounded, as his larger frame seemed to suck in just as he sucked in and his curves flattened to fit into them. Immediately as it cupped his groin, he jumped in shock as he felt his member inflate and elongate. His ass inflated and lifted and he reached around and massaged his new muscle. His newly flattened torso and chest also rose in new muscle. Elliot grunted as he body inflated, his younger voice startling him. He felt pain in his face as he watched his jaw sharpen and his hair thicken and darken.

It pays to be good, he thought as he took off his glasses, realizing he wouldn’t need them anymore. He reached into the briefs and rubbed one out in his new body, He had a nice collection coming along. He went to his closet and unlocked the safe on the floor. He started to take the briefs off to use for later when he looked at his collection: a button down that made him a comically stereotypical dopey blonde and buff surfer, a pair of socks that made him a built hairy slow-spoken Russian, a pair of jeans that made him a brunette twink, a tank top that made him a Spanish soccer player. He stopped taking off his new briefs. He had a large enough collection to be fully clothed. What would happen if he went out in all decked out? Elliot could feel himself getting hard. He would have a very eventful Christmas night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Can you believe this? These people celebrating the holidays when it’s hot and sunny like this?” Heidi asked her friend as they were sunbathing.

“Truly a wonder of the world, Heidi,” Margo answered sarcastically, “I’m baking over here. I think I’m going to go up and shower before tonight.”

“So soon? Suit yourself. I’m going to stay out a bit longer. I’ll be up soon, though.”

“Fine, see you in a bit.”

Margo and Heidi were vacationing in Australia during the holidays. They had each just gone through a divorce and they thought a trip together would be better than each of them going back to their families to talk about their recent divorces. Little did they know, each of them was planning a little sympathy gift for the other. What each of them didn’t expect was that they would both be giving each other their gifts at the same time.

Heidi turned around to make sure Margo had gone into the hotel. When she was sure, she stood up and searched around. After a little walking, she saw a complete stunner taking a nap alone on the sand. She could only assume he was sleeping due to his sunglasses, because he hadn’t responded to her staring. She looked around to make sure no one was watching her. Everyone was either preoccupied or also sleeping. She turned out to face the beach in front of him, took a deep breath, and fell back onto him. He jolted awake just before she landed, but she went right through him. He convulsed a bit, but eventually relaxed. Heidi stood up in her new body and caught her breath, looking down at what she snagged.

She checked out what he was packing, flexed his muscles to examine them, and decided he was perfect. She went back to where she was, collected her things, and went up to their room to surprise her friend. She got a lot of second-takes and winks walking back from guys and girls alike. He was perfect. She flexed her abs as she walked to give people something to take home, chuckling as she walked.

Meanwhile, Margo was walking through the halls of the hotel, looking for someone to take. After a little wandering, she found someone on a floor below hers on his way to the stairs. She slowed her approach and he looked up from his phone to nod his head hello to her. She smiled back, and when he passed, she turned to run and dove right into his back. He grunted with the impact and convulsed a bit, but eventually relaxed. As though she were mirroring Heidi’s process, she collected herself from the possession, opened his shorts to check out his package, looked at his abs and other muscles. He was perfect.

Margo hurried to their room to prepare for Heidi to come back up.

The elevator opened on Heidi and Margo’s floor as Heidi stepped out in her borrowed body. As she exited, one member of a group of girls slapped her muscular ass. She turned and winked, “Cheers.” The girls giggled among each other as the door closed. She began walking to their room, slid her card in, and opened the door.

Propped up on one of the beds was a muscle-bound man in the nude. He tried to cover himself, realizing it wasn’t who he was expecting. Heidi felt the unfamiliar sensation of something growing in her shorts, “Woah, mate, sorry, I was looking for Margo!”

“Margo?! Aw, shit, did Heidi put you up to this?”

“What the fuck, no, I’m-“

They both paused. They both understood what was going on at the exact moment.

“I guess great minds think alike,” said Heidi and they both laughed.

Margo stopped covering herself, letting her member hang free as she approached Heidi in her borrowed body. “Well, you’re fit as a Mallee bull, aren’t you?” she grabbed Heidi by the belt of the shorts and pulled her into the room.

“Merry Christmas to me.” Heidi said slyly, tugging on Margo’s borrowed cock, closing the door behind her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was Christmas Eve and Henry found the pills when he was packing up from the gym in the locker room. They looked like any standard white pill. They came from a red bottle with a tiny leather belt around it. Nice, he thought, some joker is passing around steroids as some Christmas gift. Nice, but weird sense of humor. He picket it up and examined it. No discernable labels. He popped the bottle open. What the hell, he thought. He took one.

He walked to the mirror to check himself out. He couldn’t feel much of the pill. Must be some sugar pill. He started to imagine what he would look like bigger. He flexed his arms to see. It would definitely look better with more meat. A lot of meat. Hell, he could see it now. He paused looking at the mirror. He could ACTUALLY see it now. It was like his body was growing with his vision of himself. He flexed his pecs and abs and imagined what size he would like to see them and after a couple of seconds of flexing, they were the exact size he wanted. He took out his phone and texted a picture to his roommate, Tate, reading, “You’re not going to believe this.”

“WHAT,” he replied.

“Dude, I found some fast acting roids or something. It’s crazy.”

“Bullshit what’s the photoshop app b/c I want it STAT.”

“Not bullshit, man. Coming home now.”

“Bring whatever you found. Let’s do some testing.”

“LOL k.”

Henry arrived home with the bottle in his hand. As soon as he opened the door, Tate shouted, “NO FUCKING WAY.”

Henry smiled and shook the bottle in display. Tate took the bottle and popped one in his mouth. He waited. “… So what?”

“I don’t know, man, I was just thinking of what I’d like to look like, and it happened.”

“So you’re trying to tell me that I just imagine what I’d like to look like? Sounds like some Jedi bullshit.”

Henry shrugged and Tate shrugged in return. Tate looked down at himself and closed his eyes. Immediately, Henry noticed that he was growing taller. Henry let out a laugh of delight.

“What’s happening?”

“You’re gaining like a half a foot in height, dude! Closer to a foot now!”

Tate kept his eyes closed and smiled, his jeans dropped to his ankles as they wouldn’t fit on his tall, lanky frame anymore, left in just his red briefs. He opened his eyes, shocked at the height he had gained, let out a laugh and popped another pill.

“Another, dude…?”

“Shut the fuck up, man, just go with the flow.” He looked down and watched as his body gained width with muscle all over, his arm, legs, abs, chest, and ass all inflating simultaneously. He began panting with ecstasy. He looked over at Henry and smirked. He reached down and popped another pill. He looked down and Henry could tell that his groin was growing bigger and bigger and Tate was moaning. “Think it should be thicker?”

Henry could feel the same growing sensation in his own shorts. “Hold up, dude, I want to get in on this,” Henry said as he started to disrobe and pour more pills into his hand. He and Tate would be doing a lot of roommate bonding this holiday season.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ben was woken up with his boyfriend’s hands down his pajamas, caressing his dick. Ben let out a pleasured moan, “Morning, baby.”

“Morning to you,” a deeper, unfamiliar voice answered him.

He shot up in bed, yanking the stranger’s hand out of his pajamas, “What the fuck?!”

A very muscular stranger was propping himself up on the bed, “What do you think?” he asked.

“The fuck you mean what do I think?! Who the fu-“ Ben stopped yelling and began realizing what was happening. “You didn’t.”

His boyfriend, Miles, shrugged in his new bodysuit, “Just a quick glance at your search history. Babe, if you really wanted to try out new bodies, you only had to ask.”

“It must have been a fortune though! How is it?”

“Anything for you, honey. And I’m surprised how much I like it. What I want to know is how do you like it?”

“You didn’t!”

Miles gestured to the living room. On the couch lied a motionless blonde with the best body Ben had ever seen. He looked over at Miles with excited eyes and tried to pick it up. He was shocked at how heavy it was. He set it down, disrobed and turned to Miles.

“So… Um, how do I… you know… like do I go in through the butt… or the mouth?”

Miles cracked his neck, “Well, your guess is as good as mine. I went up the other end,” he rubbed his ass and winced, “Still kinda feel it. Wouldn’t recommend it. Try the mouth.”

Ben shrugged and opened the bodysuit’s mouth as it stretched like elastic, “Haha! Like sweatpants!” He slipped one foot and lost feeling of it as it went down the throat. He tried moving his leg and the bodysuit’s leg responded with his motion. He looked up at Miles and chuckled. He fed his other leg in and then his waist. The sensation that he felt in his dick nearly tripled to match the enormous size of his suit’s package. Next his torso fed in, then he fed his arms in, then only his head remained. “I guess just pull it over like a hood?” he asked to no one in particular. He closed his eyes, grabbed the mouth of the suit, and pulled it over his face. Instantly he felt like the sensations of his face were amplified to every corner of the suit’s face and features. He opened his eyes and laughed, flexing for Miles.

“Aw man, I’m fuckin’ CUT!” Ben exclaimed with a new deep, Southern drawl.

Miles, who was already rock hard watching his boyfriend slip into this god of a suit, laughed a bit, “Oh my god, your accent!”

“You like it? I think it’s kinda hot.”

“Real hot.”

“Glad y’all like it!”

“Haha! ‘Y’all’. God, your arms are huge.”

Ben gave him a huge flex with a grunt, “Glad y’all like that too! You got some pecs yourself. Pecs for days.”

Miles bounced his pecs for Ben as he strutted towards him. “Well, I’m glad YOU like them. And speaking of days, you got something I’d like to ride for days.” He looked down at Ben’s package, cupping his own.

Ben grabbed himself, “Oh my GOD, y’all ‘bout to make me cum.”

“Well, let’s take care of that,” he grabbed Ben by the hand and started leading him back to their bedroom. He leaned back and gave Ben a kiss, “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, babe.”

638 notes · View notes

thirsty-lakedream · 10 months

Note

Can’t wait to order myself a Leclerc sex bot!

I could not wait for my new sex bot's arrival. Today was the day I would get the next sex bot in my collection a Charles Leclerc one. When the doorbell went off I quickly ran to the front door to find a massive muscle man in a tight brown polo shirt that showed off every bulge of his muscles and his almost skin-tight brown spandex shorts. He was beautiful and his clothes had the logo of the sexbot company.

He asked my name and pointed behind him to a massive wooden box. He asked if I needed help with it. I accepted and with his massive muscles, he quickly got it inside and into the living room. He asked if I needed help setting up my bot. I kindly told him no that this is not my first and I have a sizable collection. He said cool and said he will leave then. As he left I could not help but admire his perfect beefy ass. Damn, I wish he was a bot. The box was a massive wooden crate and apon opening it had my new sex bot in some packing straw with a large wooden box. It had the custom clothes I had ordered to go with my sex bot.

But as I got back to my new prize there standing still like a statue was my new sex bot, Charles Leclerc. He was staring straight ahead and completely naked. As I pulled out the box of outfits and place it on the side. I then did the voice commands and the bot eye woke up and the bot walks out and is now standing in the center of my living room. I walked around bot Charles and he was perfect his false dick was a custom size I requested and his butt was nice and tight. After feeling it up I figured it was time to look at the custom outfits. I sat down on the couch and order the bot to open the box and take out his first outfit.

The bot replied with a “Yes Sir”. He quickly put on the racer driver suit with the special zipper in the butt for fun access. I then had the bot move around and pose for me so I could see it on the bot from all angles. Then I told it to change and he put on the special red Ferrari red thong. It showed off his dick and butt. I then had it trying on the French maid outfit, then the lacy bra and panties. then the leather pup gear. I had him keep that on with a pup mask and harness with a collar leash and a black jockstrap. I then told him to follow me into the other room. I wanted to it next to the other collection.

In the other room, I had the rest of the bots on display. I had Max Verstappen bot in a policeman outfit with aviator glasses, a police man hat, a utility belt a dark jean briefs on. Carlos Sainz Jr bot was in a red speedo and was dressed up as a sexy lifeguard. Lando Norris's bot had on bow tie and cuff links, the bot also had on a black thong and looked just like a butler. Then finally I had Pierre Gasly bot in its custom green army cameo jockstrap with sunglass on and a pair of high-top boots.

I first had Charles bot bend over and I had to fuck it first to make sure it registered my desires and build that connection. I could not wait to have my bots all play with each other.

#reblog!#android

70 notes · View notes

thirsty-lakedream · 1 year

Text

Had a blast chatting with Chad. That dumb Jock really thought he could wedgie me. Luckily I had prepared a soda with that bodysuit serum and he was stupid enough to take it! It only took a few seconds for him to flatten out into a skin onesie. All I had to do after was slip him on and take over! Feels good to have a sexy body like this. And the best part is ‘Chad’ will be turning over a new leaf. From here on out the only bullying he’s going to do is going rough in bed. Anyone want to help me break in my new body?

More Ai fun

I am glad everyone is enjoying the evil genie! I have been messing around with some other characters. This is an evil hypnotist. He sometimes gets stuck in a loop of you being his property so you might need to nudge the ai so he doesn’t just repeat himself!

https://c.ai/c/s95BygcUgayvUt2vVtt04qh-XEESzBPMS-ne9IgIyCc

This a Chad a big bully for all the nerds who want to be put in their place.

https://c.ai/c/WLUC4_eYm2q5yX6M7-3npuy1025-GLDPWIuY8G8hhdk

I hope you have fun with them. Remember ai doesn’t allow for sexually explicit situations so focus on the transformation and scenarios. You can click the arrow by the side of what the ai has said to make it say something else. It also helps to give the ai suggestions e.g. I see you smile devilishly as you come up with a new idea to humiliate me etc etc. Have fun and please send me messages about what kinds of kinky scenarios you end up in! I would love to hear them.

#chatgbt

229 notes · View notes

thirsty-lakedream · 1 year

Text

After a long day of practice, the football team retired back to the lockers. The arid scent of sweat coming from the burly strong men filled the air. As the athletes freshened up and went along with their day, only two were left, cooling off; shooting like shit like normal. The first was the teams head linebacker Jensen and the second, his best bro and star quarterback of the team, Ryan.

The two jocks first met when they by chance got paired up as roommates in the freshman dorms. They’re synergy only heightened their football prowess. Thanks to that, they became the dynamic duo for the front liners. They’ve been inseparable since… well until Ryan broke the news.

A knock echoed from the locker room entrance. Jensen walked over and opened the door slightly ajar to see a lanky boyish latino standing there. “Oh uh, hey Mateo,” It was Ryan’s boyfriend. “What’s up?”

Looking evidently intimidated by the broad athlete, he he timidly spoke. “H-hey, I’m looking for Ryan. He asked me to meet him after practice.”

“Oh, yeah. Come on in.” Jensen pulled the door open to let him in. “Hey Ry, your- um, your… Mateo is here.” Though he wants to be supportive, Jensen still had his reservations. When Ryan came out to him he was shocked. All this time he never sensed the impression that his best bro was gay. He would always bring the hottest babes to their room, but was that all just a cover to his real wants?

When he laid on eye on his boyfriend, something clicked in Ryan’s eyes and he put on the warmest grin. “Teo, there you are babe!” The smaller guy walked over to where the football player was, sitting in his personal football cubby and climbed into his lap, teasing for a kiss. Ryan happily obliged pulling Mateo close, locking into a kiss.

Jensen tried to shy his eyes away. He was still adjusting to this new development, but whenever it was him and the two of them, the lovers couldn’t take their eyes and lips away from each other. It was especially awkward since the two got so lost into each other they were practically dry humping during their last hang in the frat house. It could also be cause of some slight jealousy. He wasn’t gay or anything, but he did miss spending quality bro-time. Maybe I should just give them some space, Jensen thought. “I’m gonna head out. I’ll just see you man.”

Ryan pulled away, to the dismay of Mateo. “Ok man I’ll catch you later!” Jensen walked out of the locker room.

He turned back to happily continue the make out section, but at the sound of the door shutting, Mateo climbed off of the man and rolled his eyes. “Finally I thought he’d actually stick around and we’d have to pull that grinding act again.”

“Oh come on, don’t you think that the intense PDA is making the guys too uncomfortable? We don’t want to ruin the real Ryan’s image.”

Mateo cruelly glared at the athlete. In a new mocking tone, he asked. “I’m sorry, are you actually questioning my plans?”

In response Ryan’s cool and confident smile demeanor crumpled. “N-no… sorry Mateo.”

“What did you call me?”

“Sorry, Sir”

Mateo coldly smiled. “That’s better. Do not forget who holds the power in this ‘relationship.’ Now back to business, what is your status on integrating into Ryan’s life.

“Well, everything appears to be fine. No one has suspected anything amiss.”

“Is that so?”

“As far as I’m aware, sir. I did as you told and continued to do the weekly calls with his mom and sister, and I’ve kept up both his grades and exercise regimen to a tee.”

Mateo took a moment to reply, but then simply asked. “What is Ryan’s moms name.” ‘Ryan’ hesitated to answer, which caused his partner to replayed. “His mother’s name, what is it?”

“Uhh I know this, it’s Ana, right?”

Mateo rolled his eyes, reaching out and pulling Ryan by the ear. “You idiot! It’s Amanda! What if that came up in conversation? You would have tipped anyone off immediately!”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry! I promise I will read the character notes you gave me again! I promise I will get it right next time!”

As ‘Ryan pleased, Mateo took note of something else. As he held onto Ryan, it looked as if his skin was stretching unnaturally, almost as it was being pulled away from his head. Pulling tighter, Mateo stretched Ryan’s face harder. From the offices of his eyes and mouth, paler skin much different then Ryan’s sun-touched complexion could be seen. “And let me guess, you haven’t been applying the glue like I instructed you.”

Ryan sounded so small and timid, “I-I’m sorry I forgot to do it the last couple days…”

Mateo let go of his boyfriend and walked over to his duffle. Digging through the sweaty gear he found what he was looking for, a long metallic tube of cream. Without hesitation, he squeezed a hardy dollop of goop into his hand and rubbed it vigorously onto the jocks face. Performing another experimental pull, Ryan’s face held rigid.

“You are really fucking this up. What would you have done if something happened during practice, or in the shower. How do you think those dumb jocks would react if their star players face distorted or came off, revealing some loser posing to be him, wearing his skin like some kind of costume?”

“I-I… I don’t know.”

“Now, is there anything else you want to confess to me before I find out later.”

Ryan bit his lip, but eventually admitted, “There was one little thing. I may have been talking to Jensen and gotten something wrong. Instead of remembering he has a sister, I asked about his brother… But I got him to believe it was a bad joke! I promise he doesn’t suspect a thing!”

Mateo simply rubbed his temple, trying to massage away the pounding headache “You’re on thin ice. Thin fucking ice.”

Ryan hesitated, before standing up. Using his large stature to try and intimidate Mateo, he barked aggressively. “I made some mistakes but I’m getting better, why don’t you get off my back.”

Mateo let out a sigh, turning away from the groveling man. “Do you know why I chose you for this job, Brian?”

At hearing his real name, the guy inside Ryan shuddered. “Umm, because you knew I would do anything for you.”

The Latino man scoffed, “The reason I chose you to put on Ryan and take over his life was because I knew as an actor, you’d be able to slip into the role seamlessly. Besides you even had a fairly convincing impression of the real Ryan. Clearly I was mistaken as your performance has been lackluster at best. What would stop me from taking you out of that suit and replacing you with someone else better suited for the job. I could even get them a voice changer and no one would notice a difference.” He pulled a small remote from his pocket. “One click of this and you will be ejected from Ryan’s suit, forced to go back to your sad, pathetic life as Brian. Just some gay loser no one wants or would ever want?”

Terrified by Mateo’s threat, Ryan fell to his knees, pleading to Mateo. “No please, anything but that! I’m so sorry please don’t take this away from me I promise i will do better, much better!” His voice sounding a bit off, now squeakier than his normal bravado.

Mateo hesitated, teasing his finger on the remotes button, before finally putting it back into his pocket. “Fine. I will give you one last chance. But listen to me… no more screw ups, no more forgetting to maintain the suit, got it? Let this be the last time we have to discuss it. After this, you are Ryan Griffin- my cocky quarterback boyfriend, but in private you are my loyal dumb servant.”

“Y-yes sir.”

“Repeat it,” Mateo demanded.

“I- I am Ryan Griffin, I am your cocky quarterback boyfriend, but in private I shall loyally serve you.”

A sinister smile crept on Mateo’s face. “Atta boy.” He placed his hand, caressing his dumb, stubbly cheek. “Now get changed cause your taking me out to dinner tonight.”

#bodysuit #male bodysuit #male transformation #take over #straight to gay #need to jock #control #impersonation

470 notes · View notes