If There Is A Smoker Around Here, And Who Likes To Smoke, Can You Send Me A Private Message? I Would

Nick

I hired Nick to do some tile work in our kitchen last year. Seeing his thick, muscular body and thick salt and pepper stubble, I knew I wanted him more than just for the job. Harvesting a man like this always comes with a risk. He owned his own business and had a wedding ring. There could also be kids. All of which would require commitment to play his part. I weighed that with the benefits and decided he was still superb candidate for conversion.

I waited until he was finished with the job just as he finished sealing the grout lines. I gave him a pat on the back. That was no friendly gesture, that was me sealing the deal. He fell backwards with the injection as his mass drained from his body over his handiwork. I got a free tile job and a bodysuit out of the venture.

I decided to take my new body out to the gym. I love the way people look at me in his flesh. This man of 48 kept such good care of his body. I’m more than happy to preserve it in the state forever.

I knew the risk when I converted him. Now I am married with a wife and daughter. Thankfully he spend so much time in the garage working on his hobby of restoring classic cars that they don’t bother me too much.

The benefit still outweighs that minor inconvenience when I see myself in his body. It’s been a year now and I’ve come to enjoy occasionally playing the Daddy role.

His hobby has opened up new opportunities for me. The garage is a perfect place for my other bodysuit related activities. I have his car buddies over all the time. Some of those buddies have benefits. Andrew was one of those buddies.

I asked him over to help me drop a transmission. With a little bit of work came a little bit of fun. Andrew loved, sucking Nick’s cock. During one of these sessions, I couldn’t resist, but adding Andrew to my collection as well.

I’ve been living Nick’s life for over a year now and I feel like I’m starting to go native. I feel at home and his body and sometimes I forget at one time I didn’t have a wife and kid. Now when I’m out of his skin, I’m startled not to see his reflection. I love seeing that chiseled, mature face, staring back at me.

Danny already sensed that something is just not right with his two gym bros, Luke and Jacob. They whispered under their breath for most of the time everytime he's doing his rep rather than spotted him. Then, they also looked at him suspiciously, it's like as if they are up to something and Danny is not privy to know about it

Well, they are indeed up to something. As they revealed the snake-like creature that slithered out of their mouth, Danny, who've been tossed to the floor like a rag doll, freezes up on the spot as he realized that he's practically facing the end of his life. When the snake-like creatures from both inside Luke and Jacob lurched out a smaller version of themselves, Danny know that he's cooked as both of his bros quickly grabbed him before he could even react and let the snakes slithered across the floor and try to get inside of him

"Stay still bro, things are about to get better,"

When my uncle found out I was going out with Carlos, he was angry and worried. Carlos has an older brother, Raúl, who's a psychopath. He's a dangerous man, bad company, and intimidating. My uncle possessed him to keep him from bothering Carlos and me during the date, but that's been three days and my uncle hasn't left his body. Anyone up for doing this RP with me?

Quality Time

*PING* Rocco looked down and smiles. He'd been wondering what Carlo and their father had been up to for the past week. Ever since their mother left a couple of years back, their father had been relatively distant- choosing to spend his hours away from the office at the gym instead of at home with his sons. To be fair, Rocco had left the house at 18, and now at 24 he wasn't home as often as he'd hoped. Nonetheless, it took both boys by shock when their relatively distant father decided to take a month off of work to spend some "quality time" with his sons. Carlo got the first two weeks, and Rocco would have the second. What they were in for, their father wouldn't say.

Hey, Roc. Dad wants us all to meet up tonight. We're at the gym on Broad Street, meet us there in 30 minutes.

The text was odd, definitely different than the normally chipper tone his brother is known for having. There wasn't even a single emoji... Rocco had hoped that everything would go well, but from the curtness of Carlo's message, it wasn't looking good. He sighed, walking his lanky ass over to the closet and throwing on some clothes, wasting no time making the 20 minute walk down to Broad street. The dim neon glow of the Planet Jacked sign illuminated the front of the strip mall; at 9PM on a Wednesday, the gym was the only business open compared to the vacant suites and GameStop next door.

Rocco pulled open the door, pulling out his phone to text Carlo that he'd arrived. The response was immediate:

In the kettlebell room. Hurry up.

Something did feel off, but Rocco had dismissed it as an irritated Carlo trying to pawn their gruff and macho dad off on him. Neither were "manly men" by their father's standards, not that he'd ever treated them poorly by any means. It just meant that they had little to nigh in common with eachother, and little to build a very "buddy buddy" relationship on. But, at least he was making an effort.

Rocco made his way through the gym floor, weaving through benches and weight machines to the double glass doors that houses the calisthenics room. He pushed open the door, and walked inside. Right off the bat, his suspicions that something was off were proven to be justified as he saw his brother flexing in the mirror. Or at least, he thought it was his brother. The man had Carlo's likeness: his short stature, his green eyes, the black and green headphones... but this was not his brother.

Carlo was easily 100 lbs of muscle heavier than when he'd left with their father on Monday morning. His hair was buzzed short, his formerly friendly face now scowled an aggressive smoulder, his arms and legs were bursting with hard muscle. Compared to the 5'2" skinny 19 year old Rocco had known, this man might as well have been a stranger.

"Get my bag over there, gotta shower and change." His voice was harsh, gruff... as if he'd smoked eight cigars before working out. He remained flexing in the mirror, as Rocco stood there gobsmacked. His eyes quickly shifted from his physique to his brother standing perplexed at the door. "You gonna sit and stare or are we gonna get going?" Rocco slowly walked over to Carlo's gym bag, picking it up and straining to shlep it over his shoulder. "Jesus, Roc. We've got to get you into the gym. C'mon, let's go." Carlo turned and walked out of the room, with Rocco hastening to meet his pace.

"Uh, Carlo... Did you... take something? I mean, I'm not accusing you of anything, but how did you..."

"Get this fuckin' jacked? Dad helped out a bit." Outside of Rocco's eyesight, Carlo smirked devilishly. He sneered, hocking a mouthful of spit onto the garbage can. Rocco nearly dropped the bag and bolted. This couldn't be the sweet, naive little brother he'd grown up with. If anything, he was acting more like their father than himself. As they entered the locker room, Carlo stopped at the mirror again, pinching his chin as if he were checking himself out in the mirror. "Yeah, Dad was saying he wanted me to try some pussy this week, and that girls liked a guy with guns. Heh, it worked." He flexed his massive arms, the putrid scent of heavy unwashed musk wafted from his pits as he did. Rocco pinched his nose, dropping the gym bag onto the bench.

"Since when have you been interested in girls?" Rocco spoke with genuine concern in his voice. Carlo had been an out and proud gay man for years now. Their father never understood it, but it never really bothered him any. To him, as long as his sons were 'getting some' then all was well. But this, combined with Carlo's inflated ego and body...

"Since I felt like it. Thought I'd give breedin' a try. After six girls this week, I'm tuckered out." Carlo sauntered toward the shower stalls, tossing his hat and headphones to his brother before turning to face him. "Dad will be here in a minute, just wait here." With that, he walked into the stall, and Rocco could hear the water starting to flow. He fell backward onto the bench, awestruck. Turning to the bag, Rocco imagined vials and vials of steroids and testosterone hiding within. It was the only logical explanation. Taking a deep breath, he slowly unzipped the bag, and ripped the top open to reveal:

Nothing. Carlos' normal street clothes, albeit a bit stretched out now, and an empty shaker bottle. No drugs, no syringes, nothing incriminating whatsoever. Whatever had happened to him, it wasn't due to roid rage.

"NNNNUGUUHHHH" Carlo's voice echoed in the empty locker room over the sound of the showerhead. Rocco stood up quickly, darting toward the shower stalls. Before he could ask if his brother was okay, the noises began. Wet noises- unaffiliated with the running shower. Rocco slowly crept closer, and the sounds had become clearer. Slimy schlorps and squelches combined with Carlo's moans of seeming pleasure. Was he fucking a pocket pussy? Surely not, he assumed, though in the back of his mind, the brother he'd seen was not the Carlo he knew. "uuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNAGHHHHHH!" One final moan and a rubbery slurp, and the room was silent again.

Rocco quickly rushed to the end stall, ready to rip the white curtain open, only for it to open on it's own: revealing the hulking figure of his father. The shock was palpable, as thick as the steam in the air. His father towered above him, as he always did, a massive slab of hard meat with a face. Sweat dripped from every part of his hulking body, and his face was already plastered with a surprised expression. As if he weren't expecting Rocco to see him yet.

"Dad... Is Carlo oka..." Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, he saw his brother slumped over on the shower seat, passed out under the hot streams of water: still in the shorts and running shoes he'd been wearing moments ago. His muscled body could barely bend at the waist, so his limp torso sat at a slight angle to the rest of his body. Rocco turned to his father, whose expression hadn't yet changed.

"I said I'd be there in a minute, Roc." The limber young man tried to rush to his passed out brother, only for the iron grip of his father to stop him in his tracks. "He'll be fine. He'll wake up just the way you know him, with a couple of extra pounds. Don't you worry."

"Dad, what the fuck is going on?" Rocco shouted at his father, whose brows began to furrow. The hulking man grabbed the white curtain, shutting it behind his son. Slowly the look of shock turned to one of seriousness, and a twinge of nervousness shot down Rocco's spine.

"I'm on vacation, Roc. With my boy. And now it's your turn to spend some time with your old man." Rocco took a step back, confused and anxious. "You're what, 24 now? Let me tell you something, Roc. When you hit 50, it doesn't matter if you're the sexiest god damn man alive- women just don't look at you the same. They take one look at you and see a stacked old man. They look at you like you're disgusting, Roc. I just wanted things to be the way they used to, when I was your age." Another step backward, and Rocco felt himself pinned against the wall. "It doesn't hurt. Carlo said it felt damn good. He'll wake up feelin' like a million bucks and go right back to sticking that greasy pole into some man ass. Might even be better than before. But you..." His father leaned in against the wall, the wafting stench of his BO encircling the two. "You swing both ways. So will you do your pop a favor, Roc?" Rocco swallowed his spit, as his father leaned in until they stood inches from eacother, eye to eye.

"W... What kind of favor?"

"Let me be young again. Just for a couple weeks. I'll hop back in Carlo if things get out of hand, he's already said he's good with it. Let your old man take you for a spin, show you how I used to do it back in the day. Then at the end of the month, I hop right out. Deal?" His father stuck his hand out, waiting for him to accept this insane deal. Rocco turned to his brother, slowly coming back to consciousness.

"... One week. And if you don't fuck things up, I'll think about the other two." His father smiled as Rocco shook his hand in agreement.

"Turn around, boy. And just take some deep breaths." Rocco did as he was told, slowly turning around and placing his hand onto the brown tiled wall. He could hear Carlo coming to, and hearing the wet clap of his father's hands rubbing together. "Alright, boy. It's gonna be tight, deep breath!" Rocco took a slow inhale, feeling a strange tingling sensation as he felt his father's hands on his bony shoulderblades. As he exhaled, he could feel the calloused hands slowly sink into his back. "Ohhhh, fuck." His father's gravelly bass voice growled in the cavernous room, soaring above the wet schlorps of his huge arms slowly sinking deeper into his son. Rocco watched as his father's hands appeared beneath the skin of his arms, the outline of his fingers sliding down his biceps and forearms was quickly followed by the sounds of rubbery creaks as his father's considerable muscles slid into his own. Bones cracked and skin stretched as powerful biceps and firm forearms swelled with the invasion, as his father's hands slipped into his own like two tight gloves. His meaty fingers cracked under their own volition, as his father flexed his new triceps.

"Da... Dad? Oh fuck, Roc! It's your turn now, huh, bro?" Carlo's chipper voice cut through the wet sloshing as his father stepped forward, shoving his huge sweaty feet forward into Rocco's heels, immediately swelling to fit his size 14 boats. His father's ripe foot sweat started to pour from his soles while his calves started to sink in as well. "Feels great, right? I mean look at me? Dad promised a rockin' bod, and I mean, fuck! What guy is gonna turn me down now?" Rocco continued his deep breaths, trying to ignore his brother's bizarrely normal demeanor.

"Boy, you remember what your dad taught you. Take control, and fuck hard. They'll be beggin' for that cock." As the words left his father's mouth, he thrust his groin against Rocco's rear, letting his son's skin wrap around his thick ass as he slid his beer can dick into the sheath of his boy's- quickly swelling thick and musky as his balls grew into the size of clementines.

"Roc, just wait. Dad's gonna take good care of you. We're closer than ever, right pop?" His father's hard, hairy torso sank quickly into Rocco, his back expanding as his body fully enveloped his father up to their necks. Massive, juicy pecs and washboard abs pressed against his taut skin, and sputterings of the old man's hair started to sprout across his legs, arms, and chest. Rocco looked down at his massive body, no longer under his control, inflated with his father's stature. He could feel the scratchy scruff of the old man's beard against the nape of his neck.

"Alright, boy. Let me just slide..." He felt his father's nose press against the back of his head, and as it sank in, his vision became fuzzy. "Right..." His neck bulged and stretched, his jaw clenched and sharpened. "On..." His hair grew thick and messy, his eyebrows fuller and lower. As the last of his head was swallowed by the back of Rocco's head, a final crack of his neck and a slow exhale signaled that Rocco had already sank into the recesses of his mind. Facial hair sprouted across his chiseled jawline, as he smiled his pearly white teeth. "In." His father's gravelly tone now bellowed deep from within. He pushed himself off the wall, stretching his now 6'3" body, dripping in his old man's fragrant sweat. Turning to Carlo, he raised his eyebrow.

"Alright, boy. Let's go get some ass."

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"Yeah, this is my brother's place, we'll be alone here. Don't you worry!" Carlo led the couple into Rocco's apartment, the boyfriend ogling his juicy ass as they walked inside. "Yeah, he's in the other room. This way." Carlo smiled as he threw his arm around the duo, the woman blushing as she turned to him.

"You sure he's down for this?" Carlo only smirked as he opened the door to the bedroom, revealing 'Rocco' in all his glory, swiping through the endless supply of thirsty messages on his Taimi. The couple's jaws dropped at the very sight of him, fresh from the gym, smelling of a locker room right after a basketball tournament.

"Oh wow... Uh, Hi there... I'm Victoria and this is Ollie..." 'Rocco' barely looked up from his phone, picking up his ripe gym shoe and socks, and tossing them to Ollie.

"Sniff, boy. When you're done with that, you can do the same for my brother." The boyfriend eagerly started to huff the stinking sock, moaning in pleasure as he did. "And you..." He put his phone down onto the table, turning to Victoria with a wry smirk. "Come show daddy some love."

THE GREAT HOST 3

Bob was pissed. The police had discovered it. He had spent the last few months as Paul and he had loved it. That youthful force had many advantages, and he had finally managed to revive his criminal business. But Paul's family was nosy and together with the police they had expelled him from Paul's body and arrested him.

It wasn't a big deal to escape again, those idiots had discovered a way to nullify my possession and expel me from another body, but they haven't developed anything to prevent possession. Getting into the body of one of the cops was very simple. That bastard will wake up tomorrow with a huge headache, but now I need another container. I will remain hidden for a while before recovering Paul's body. It would also be a good idea to call the banks and withdraw the money you earn this time like Paul.

However, another problem arose......Bob could access his accounts since he knew his passwords, but when he called the bank, the detection of voice prevented him from carrying out any procedure. Of course, since he had been so stupid, he made the security with Paul's body, and with his voice. Bob had no choice but to advance his plans.

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It was Thursday night and Tyler had just left a club. He had done well, he had fucked a beautiful girl in the bathroom and he had said goodbye to his friends, because he was working tomorrow. When leaving the premises he put on his jacket because of how cool the night was. He then lit a cigarette and started towards his house.

A sloppy-looking man approached him and asked for a cigarette. Tyler had no problems and was about to take one out when that man pinned him against the wall and disappeared into his body. From that moment Tyler saw black.

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Just as Bob had assumed, getting a new skin was not difficult. On this occasion his victim was Tyler Relic, 28 years old. Of course he was a very handsome man, which could perfectly be his permanent skin, however Paul had something special.

Tyler, now totally controlled by Bob, took a deep drag on his cigarette......."Don't worry, Paul, we'll see each other again soon."

This is not good. My uncle got out of prison a few months ago, and he tricked me into taking my body. Now he has total control. I was the typical young gay man in any city, but in recent weeks I have slept with women, well more like my uncle has done it, with my body. Please someone help me. I'm only 32 years old, I, I want my life back

Meanwhile, Rob enjoyed his new body. He was finishing his cigarette when his girlfriend left the hotel.

"Baby, did it have to take you so long to change?"

"You should take a little longer and get ready, you never take off that jacket or that sweatshirt, and maybe I can put a little makeup on you."

"No way, darling, that's for faggots and I'm completely straight." Rob says as he crushes his cigarette with his boot and takes the last drag.

The Daugherty files

An ode to True Crime Shows. Spoilers Warning

I could only feel proud as the series ended and I saw my name “Brant Daugherty” at the top of the credits. I have to say that taking the role of Shawn has been one of the most challenging things that I have ever done in my life. Usually, my roles were of the jock, the action hero, or the love interest. That is why I loved playing as Shawn. A man that seemed cool on the outside, but that also enjoyed attracting from grown woman to small kids into their house and then killed them. The crazy thing is that this was true crime story. Shawn existed on the real world, and it was unbelievable that he could do his deeds without raising any kind of suspicions. He killed over 50 people, gladly, he was killed by the cops during his arrest.

After finishing the series, I say farewell to my friends and prepare to drive home. It was a quick trip through LA, and I was ready to have a good nap with my beloved family. However, after a couple of minutes in the road a patrol stopped me. A young police man approached the car, he had a creepy smile on his face, and he make me feel a bit uncomfortable.

“You… you are an actor right” he said a bit excited.

“Yes, I am”

“Man, you are on that series, the one with the serial killer.”

“The man of many faces”

“Yeah, you are the one interpreting Shawn. You don’t look anything like the real deal. You know, I was on the operation that tackle him down.”

“Really… it is nice to meet a hero that took out that monster.”

“Yeah, but to be honest… the series got some things wrong.”

“Like what?”

“Shawn was not killed during the shootout.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You see… the reason of why Shawn could get with his killings spree for so long is that he used a special coin that allowed him to switch bodies.”

“You are not serious right?”

“No, I am… taking the flesh of this policeman has been a blessing. I was happy with my reality, but then I saw you on the screen. You captured my essence so well… and you are better looking than my original self.”

“This is not funny.”

“Its not… how could you be a better version of myself… you are just an actor pretending. But hey, with my soul in your flesh we can become something bigger.”

At that moment, the man pulled a small coin that began to shine brightly. I couldn’t move, I just felt as my soul left my body, as I slowly switched places with that policeman. My former self didn’t hesitate to hit me with my car. I lay on the ground for a bit until some ambulance arrived. Soon, some detectives approached me, they have evidence that my new body was of a corrupt cop and that he had also killed so many people. I cried as I knew that I would spend the rest of my days in jail. I cried fearing what that serial killer was going to do now that he posses my body.

"Deos Fortioribus Adesse" or The Gods are on the side of the stronger. Sounds like Your God sided with me after all, because if He is on your side, He will not let me take control of your body and bring home this twunk to your bed for me to fuck.

But well, here we are now, Your Gods sided with me because He knows I'm the stronger and more deserving one to control this body. Talk about karmic retribution for being one pain in the ass customer for years, asshole

No one noticed when Peter, the principal of the local high school, was writhing in the alley behind the gym when that thing pounced on him late in the afternoon. The kind director was known for his bright smile and his kind and hard-working nature. His curiosity doomed him, as that black thing, similar to a symbiote, attacked him and dragged him into an alley.

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Hours earlier, in the new county jail, screams of pain and panic could be heard inside the building. In basement 3 of the prison the government carried out experiments of dubious morality with the most dangerous prisoners. They promised them that they would reduce their sentence if they collaborated, what the prisoners did not know is that no one had left there alive. Deckard Bell, the scientist in charge of the facility, had discovered a way to transform humans into symbiotes. Modifying their bodies in the process The applications would be endless. Until now only one had achieved it, Jenkins Hell, a 67-year-old man who had spent most of his life in prison, and would surely die there. Now it was just a black, slimy slime locked in a jar.

Jenkins was not stupid and knew perfectly well what the symbiotes were, what he was now and he couldn't be happier. The pain had been worth it, since now he could easily escape from prison. Even more so when that same day there was an electrical failure which allowed him to get out of his container and escape through the sewers. His new body was very malleable and he did it without problems. However, now he had a problem. He needed a host. A human body to hide in and that he could control. That he should be a person, preferably a man, who had a good body and a shitty character that he could break. Then he realized. His son, Peter Hell, would be perfect. He had inherited his good physical shape, and his mother's pathetic and weak mentality. He would be perfect. His son was 48 years old and apparently he was the director of the institute, it would be very easy to approach him.

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Peter fought fiercely against that thing, he didn't know why it had attacked him, hell he didn't even know what it was, he just squirmed and fought. After a long time of fighting that thing began to tear his clothes. His plaid shirt fell to the ground in pieces, and his pants followed. In a few seconds he was completely naked in an alley, showing off a tanned and well-defined body. Peter was terrified, that thing wanted to rape him, kill him maybe? He didn't know it, but he couldn't help but cry out of fear, fear for him and fear of leaving his family, his wife and his young children. That thing introduced a tendril into his ass which made him scream, and then another thick tendril entered his mouth. Peter fainted after a few seconds, while the symbiote wrapped itself around his body.

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A few minutes after the incident, footsteps were heard in the alley. Director Hell walked out slowly, with a smile from ear to ear and a new look that had nothing to do with the kind director.

Small ripples could still be seen on Director Hell's new leather jacket, almost as if it were alive.

-This is going to be fun-. Jenkins Hell said with the mouth and voice of his son

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It's my first story, I hope you like it. If this is well received maybe I'll make a second part.

Can you do an old man criminal young soldier body swap, please?

Ben, the freshly enrolled cadet, had to wake up early that day. Why? Because some old dipshit had to escape prison few days ago and was rumored to be in the area nearby. The military was there to help the police in order to capture this escapee.

The split into groups. Ben's group got the forest. They got near an old cabin that has been abandonem many years ago

They searched the area and entered the building. Besides discovering some voodoo rituals they also found proof of someone squatting here not that long ago. There was a warm lighter on the doorstep of the backdoor entrance.

Ben's P.O.V.

"He can't be far. Must have heard us closing in." one of my firends screamed out.

The group got out of the building. I stayed behind to take photos and look for more evidence for the police. What I didn't expect was that he run out of the secret room beneath the floor and jump me.

He was strong for an old man. But he had an advantage, because I honestly had no idea that he was there. I have to get him or I'll get in trouble.

A fight followed. He managed to get me on the ground and choke me. Then he pulled away a bit, because he resched for the voodoo totem in the middle of the ritual. He snapped the totem in half. Bunch of mess, dust and something smelly fell directly into mine and his face.

The last thing I remember was him laughing hysterically. Then, darkness.

I woke up to the sound of my group approaching. They must have heard the screaming and the old man's laughter. I opened my eyes and then pain followed. My face was pressed on the ground. My hands behind my back, handcuffed.

"Now you'll go back where you belong fucker." I heard a VERY familiar voice.

I turned my head and saw my own body talking to someone. At that moment, I don't know what came over me. I got hysterical. Maybe if I explained who I am and gave them some details, then they might have trusted me. But I only screamed and cried and scream again.

The police arrived and the last thing I saw was my body looking at me with a mischievous grin, grabbing my body's crotch and winking at me.

This can't be happening

Abraham's P.O.V.

I am finally free. The escape was only a small part of the plan. The bigger one was to get all the ingredients to do the ritual and swap with someone. Poor fucker, he's gonna get a proper beating in jail. Well that's not my problem now. My only goal is to go unnoticed and start my new young life.

Ah, man. I can't wait much longer. They have to leave now or else I might explode all this cum right here in these clothes.

It took them 30 more minutes before they left me alone. I didn't have any chores as a reward for capturing him. Heh, right you fuckers. I won't be staying much longer.

I collapsed on the chair. Pretending to be someone else is surprisingly more stressful than I rememeber.

Anyway. Time to explore this new body! Wait! This guy seems strong. Let me just try something

Holy shit. What a stamina. It doesn't even hurt to lift myself. And those abs. Yeah. I'll be enjoying this. I laid down on the bed.

These are so hot man. I have NEVER in my life had these before. He must be in great shape overall.

I took off my shirt and decided I want to have some fun

Let's show these fucker's who's really storno. I got into the gym to show off my new body. Some of the guys tried not to look at me, but others just kept staring.

I went to the showers to enjoy myself in the mirror. Someone left their shaving cream and I could already feel the need to shave.

"Man, I look great!"

I took off the rest of the clothes and hopped into the shower. Being this fit is truly awesome. The tightness and horniness that I feel from beeing this strong is undiscrabable. I started jerking my new cock. Which was nicely curved, not that big, but wide enough to please some of the women I'm about to fuck. Or men, who knows.

I masturbated with no shame at all. Someone even came during my session and rather left instead of watching me enjoy myself. I finished all over the floor and just left it there.

Before the end of the day I was released from my duties for many inappropriate behavioirs. How should I know that those guys don't like to experiment with each other. I don't know what their issue was.

Anyway, I got on the nearest bus to get into town. Found the nearest shop and got me some fine cigarettes.

"I have missed this so fucking much" I said before coughing rapidly. "Not used to it, huh boy? Well don't worry, that's about to change" I took a puff of my cigarette heading of to the nearest bar.

A new life begins!