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That's it, 30 stories in 30 days, I'm fatigued, but also satisfied. Having spent so much time on writing in a long time is very exhausting, but also quite rewarding. Trying various genres, narratives, types of transformation, finding the right pictures to match the stories, coming up with new ideas (some more successful than others) as well as write down old ones, I've had for years. Thanks to @max-the-many for hosting, and for getting me entangled into this ludicrous challenge in the first place. Thanks for all the likes and reblogs, it's much appreciated. If you haven't read it all, I don't blame you. It's a long list, and now I'm summarizing it with a list to give an overview, they all come with a tag or two to give a rough idea of what to expect. Though it has to be said, that tagging these kinds of stories is difficult as there doesn't appear to be broad consensus (like bodysuit, male body suit, skinsuit, fleshsuit etc. and muscle drain, muscle growth, muscle theft, stolen muscles, body theft, identity theft, life takeover etc.)

#01: Smoke - Smoke trail (Bodysuit)

#02: Orb - The Champion's Orb (Possession, age regression)

#03: Blood - Bloodhunt (Muscle drain, age regression)

#04: Beach - The Collection (the third acquisition) (Bodysuit)

#05: Revenge - Never bullied again (Muscle drain, revenge)

#06: Mirror - Empyrean Wear (Bodysuit, clothing)

#07: Football - A real footballer (Possession)

#08: Wash - Dirty laundry (Bodysuit, impersonation)

#09: School - Night ride (Bodysuit, clothing)

#10: Table - Table for two (Body swap, hypnotism)

#11: Studies - Done my homework (Impersonation, identity theft)

#12: Six - Pack of six (Shapeshifting, droneification)

#13: Money - A nickle or two (Bodysuit, revenge)

#14: Battery - Mason and the golden skin (Body swap)

#15: Son - Introducing S.O.N. (Body swap, age regression)

#16: Shadow - Worn to a shadow (Impersonation, clothing)

#17: Foam - Risen from the foam (Muscle growth)

#18: Pot-bellied - Melting pot (Body swap, revenge)

#19: Dad - MacGyver and son (Bodysuit, impersonation)

#20: Wave - Finders keepers (Bodysuit, clothing)

#21: Electricity - Airing laundry (Dirty laundry pt. 2) (Bodysuit)

#22: Satisfied - Not satisfied yet (Muscle drain, merging, revenge)

#23: Want - Wanted! (Bodysuit, impersonation)

#24: Sports - Rigging a race (Bodysuit, clothing)

#25: Choice - Strangers on a train (Face swap, shapeshifting)

#26: Ice - The ski instructor (Bodysuit, impersonation)

#27: Closet - Secrets (Bodysuit)

#28: Whole - Becoming whole (Muscle drain)

#29: Ancient - A bargain and a deal (Merging, age regression)

#30: Pecs - Final Goal (Bodysuit, impersonation, clothing)

I think it's time to take a backseat for a spell. But don't worry, you haven't seen the last of me. Wanderer out.

Rocking a punk

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seen after class

It was Friday at 15:40, end of the day – the students poured from the room into the hallways, passing by Jamie, the captain of the swimming team, who waited patiently outside.

“Hey Jamie!” “Wassup Jamie?” some of the students shouted as they passed by him, already out of earshot before Jamie could answer. He just stood and smiled, waiting for the classroom to be completely empty.

“Hello Jamie”, Mr. Larson replied, “please come in,” he gesticulated as Jamie entered the now-empty classroom.

As soon as Jamie slammed the door shut behind him, he quickly, but quietly locked the door.

“Hi Larson”, Jamie said softly with a smirk, Larson reciprocated the look. The student and professor leaned in on each other, then their lips met in a kiss. Their romance intensified, they embraced and held each other tightly, their puffer jackets creaking loudly, as they ran their hands all over each other.

Still with their arms wrapped around each other, Jamie looked insatiably into the professor’s eyes and asked: “Are you ready for our trip?”

“Absolutely,” Larson answered playfully, “the car is packed and waiting.”

”Say… before we go… Do you wanna swap?” Jamie asked with a grin, placing his hand on Larson’s stubble.

”Swap?” Larson repeated and after a moment of thought he continued, “sure.” He reached for the door making sure it was completely locked, before he unzipped the puffer jacket, he’d just put on.

Jamie did the same. They then took off their shirts, trying their best not to get carried away, as they both showcased their tight and trimmed torsos.

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Harry had always fantasized about dating Jamie, the captain of the swimming team, whereas his boyfriend David had always found the slightly more mature Mr. Larson very attractive. And when the two had discovered a way to become someone else, they leapt at it, deciding it would be satisfying to become the people, who their partner desired the most… at least desired on a physical level.

Harry had slithered into Larson to fulfil David’s desire, and David had slithered into Jamie to fulfil his. They had taken over their lives, but had adapted to their new identities, finding it oddly easy to step into the roles of professor and elite athlete respectively. To them it was little more than a theatrical performance, but they enjoyed every bit of it.

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Their skins stretched and contorted in unnatural ways until their upper bodies had completed separated from what was hiding beneath.

With an almost unreal *schlorp* the skins of the two men came off. Harry and David, while soaked in sweat, smiled to each other, it seemed like an eternity since, they had actually seen their true selves.

The two nobodies exchanged the lifeless torsos of Jamie and Mr. Larson, then began pulling on their new identities, pushing their heads up through the necks and forcing their arms into the vacant skins’.

Once settled with their new torsos, all the features in place. Harry ran a finger up Jamie’s muscular arm and up his neck to his face, which he now was all in possession of.

”Nice,” he said with Jamie’s voice, “very nice.”

There was definitely something thrilling about being the guy you wanted to date, rather than having someone else be him. It was obvious that David was in agreement, caressing Larson’s more mature body.

”Wanna swap bottoms too?” the new Jamie asked.

”Nah, that can wait,” said the new Larson, who were pulling on his shirt again. “Besides… isn’t it an arousing thought to be… you know… by yourself, so to speak?”

Jamie grinned, his lower half was still Mr. Larson’s, so he definitely got what David/Larson was thinking of.

“Alright then, but we’ll have to get to that, once we get to the hotel,” the new Jamie said as he pulled on Jamie’s t-shirt and jacket, zipping it up.

“See you out front in 5 minutes,” the new Jamie said with a wink and left the room.

Walking through the hallways was definitely different being a star athlete, compared to being a professor, the other jocks waving and shouting at him, passing him hi-fives and compliments as he made his way to the parking lot, where ‘Mr. Larson’ would pick him up for an unforgettable weekend. And as he walked, he began to wonder… Would people notice, that he was wearing Larson’s jeans?

I was really pumped when I left school, one of the last I think.

It had been a long day, lots of classes even though it was the last day of term.

A memory popped into my head, chest training. Damn I felt so good, so much energy.

Smiling, a thought drifted through my mind; a holiday, spring break. My nose crinkled, Sofia-my girl.

With my backpack crammed with my gear, I turned up the volume on my headphones, took a breath and confidently made my way to the gym for what I knew would be an amazing session.

None of this would have been possible without Callum of course, the body I now possessed.

He came into school early, fresh from a run. Coach allowed him to shower in the gym, convenient for me.

I prepped the syringe, as I made my way into the locker room. I could here the showers and knew he’d be finishing up soon.

The water stopped and I waited out of sight. He walked past me, I took a breath admiring his muscular physique. Before he could get any further, I jabbed him with the needle. He spun around and I grabbed him as he struggled. He was strong, but I held on. Moments passed and I could feel him getting weaker, slower, lighter.

The transformation into a skinsuit had begun. He’d stopped struggling, and I was able to lift him over my shoulder and take him back into the showers.

I lowered him to the floor as I began to strip. By the time I’d finished, Callum was ready to accept me.

Sitting on the floor, Callum’s head between my legs I pulled at his face, stretching his lips.

His mouth parted, his gaping mouth accepted my feet and legs easily. I continued to inch myself deeper into his young body.

Callum’s body bunched up until my feet where in place inside his. I pulled again, and my own legs became sheathed. I worked my hips, slipping inside his making sure I took his ass and dick.

I glanced at the clock, just visible outside the shower room; 08:15. I needed to hurry up.

Continuing, I pulled his torso up my own body, feeding my arms inside his. Eventually I was able to get inside his torso, his shoulders slipped over mine. I had not only lost a couple of inches in height, but also my own chubby physique.

Finally I pulled his face over mine, completing my transformation.

Getting to my feet, I stretched in my new identity—taking a couple of breaths in my new body.

Making my way back into the locker room I saw my reflection for the first time, “fucking amazing.” I huffed, enjoying my new voice.

Grabbing my towel, I finished drying off and made my way to the locker. I only had rudimentary memories, enough to make it through the day. The detail would surface later in the day.

I sifted through the clothes, selecting a white compression shirt and strapped cargos.

It felt strange pulling on small underwear and socks, but they fit perfectly of course. The shirt was tight and displayed Callum’s — my muscles like a showcase. The cargos and trainers set off my new persona perfectly.

I slipped my backpack over my shoulders and trademark headphones over my ears. The mobile recognised my new face and opened. I selected som music and left the locker room. I had classes, but none would be a struggle for me. I chuckled know that my scores would be improving for sure.

Others started filtering into the halls, people nodded and felt great wrapped in the popular kids identity.

With the holidays just around the corner I knew I would be having so much fun.

A career in music

“Hi Sebastian, sorry if I’m late.” I said entering the music room. I’ve had a busy day, with it being my final day of teaching.

The young man looked up from his guitar and smiled.

“No worries, teach, I’ve just been sitting jammin’ a bit while waiting.” Sebastian said innocently.

“Well, I’m not a teacher much longer,” I replied as I closed the door.

“Does it feel strange to have your last day today?” Sebastian asked curiously.

“Sort of… But it’s a great opportunity. I still wanted to talk to you about the strings, I’ve been pulling.”

“Yeah?!” Sebastian eyes lit up, he sat up straight, eager to hear, what I had to tell him.

“I’ve been talking to a producer at Alpha Centauri and showed him some of your music, and he is considering you-”

“What?! Are you fucking serious?! They really are going to let me-”

I had to cut off the excited young man, I handed him my phone; “Here, you can read the mail, he sent me, yourself.” He smiled a million dollar smile.

I handed him my battered old phone and pretended to be reading over his shoulder, as Sebastian excitedly read the quite long e-mail.

Unfortunately for Sebastian the mail wasn’t real, as a matter of fact, I had written it myself, but I just needed to be very close to him and have him be distracted. Then I jabbed the syringe into his neck.

The young man immediately lashed out, falling off the chair and dropping the phone in the process. He looked up at me with a shocked, but already somewhat vacant expression.

I immediately sat on top of him, pinning him down, pressing one hand against his mouth, whilst holding his right arm down against the floor. He was no doubt much stronger than me, but with the drug debilitating his body, it was much easier than expected.

“I’m sorry, Sebastian,” I said with apathy, “but this is the opportunity, I’m talking about.”

He tried retaliating with his left arm, but soon appeared to lose control of it, causing it to flail around randomly until the drug really kicked in.

When he stopped struggling, I got up and checked the door was locked, and then quickly took off my clothes, stuffing it into a plastic bag.

Sebastian was completely unconscious by that time, so I could take off his clothes with ease as well. His naked body was a sight to behold – young, strong and handsome, except slightly twisted as his insides had decayed.

I laid on top of what remained of Sebastian to squeeze out all the air and gunk still trapped in his body. It was like lying on a deflating balloon, a visible vapour left every orifice, and soon he was completely flat and empty.

“I’m done with teaching, now it’s time to take what should have been mine.” I monologued, as if Sebastian could still hear me.

I picked up Sebastian’s skin, shook it a little and marvelled at the result. Not hesitating any further I stretched his mouth wide and began slipping my feet inside. It was a struggle to get inside, but eventually I got my foot all the way down. The next foot was easier, and as soon as I could wiggle my toes within Sebastian’s feet, I could easily pull his strong legs into place as well.

I fed my dick into his hollow shaft, and it sprung to life, after which I could pull his gaping mouth over my butt. I pulled the stretchy skin further up my body, my own gut being replaced by Sebastian’s flat stomach.

“You’re by far the most talented musician I’ve ever taught, and I’m sick and tired of teaching, now I’m getting the music career, I always dreamt of when I was your age.”

It wasn’t getting any easier, but I was so close. Getting my arm inside his mouth, whilst being stretched around by abdomen was more difficult than anticipated, but I eventually managed to get one arm in, and the result spoke for itself. It was smooth, tan, strong… and mine! I flexed it a couple of times, and even stroked my arousal a couple of times… It was perfect.

After a little more struggling, I could plunge my other arm into his, and that was the last major obstacle.

With a simple movement, the chest and shoulders slid into place, and with only his vacant head dangling behind mine like a hood, I was almost done.

I gently ran my new hand over my new firm chest, feeling my pecs, both slabs of smooth and strong muscle.

“Just imagine how far the two of us can go together as one. I want the fame, the money, the-” I paused, that would be the last time, that I would hear my own voice. It was time to finish.

I stretched Sebastian’s mouth wide one last time, so it could swallow me whole. A tingling sensation rushed through my body and mind, as Sebastian’s mouth snapped shut around mine.

The sensation of darkness and unintelligible pictures and thoughts rushed through me, but suddenly there was light and clarity.

“FUUUUUUUUCK!” I growled triumphantly. Looking down my new body, I was beyond satisfaction. I instinctively looked up at the clock over the door. I had been here longer, than expected. I needed to slip into Sebastian’s routine, there would be plenty of time for self-gratification later, though I had to strongly repress the urges.

I put on Sebastian’s underwear, socks, t-shirt, pants, his signature necklace and wristbands. There was something particularly pleasing about claiming these personal keepsakes as my own. Finally, I slipped on his biker jacket, it was a perfect fit and still smelled strongly of leather and the sweat of the young man.

I picked up his guitar and the plastic bag with the last remaining traces of my old self.

I quietly left the room, wanted to head outside to get some fresh air and sun.

Everything seemed brighter and lighter outside the classroom as I stepped into the hallway.

But after having only walked about 200 metres, I felt unwell, as if the hallway was spinning. I needed to sit down, so I sat on the stairs leading to the upper floors. I suppose the transformation wasn't completely done yet.

As I sat here, waiting for the dizziness to go away, I decided to put this new body to the test. I strummed the guitar like it was the most natural thing in the world, and I could feel both my and Sebastian's talent streaming through my fingers and the notes they produced.

It was almost an unreal sensation. I was better than my old self, I was better than Sebastian, I was on a whole other level. The dizziness had precipitated, and I got back on my feet. A couple of girls passed by in the hallway, they had noticed my music, they smiled at me, and I flashed signature Sebastian’s grin right back at them. Once they were gone, I burst into laughter.

I grabbed my phone and gave a call to NewU Records, who were the ones I had actually gotten an agreement with, and they were going to make me their new star, all I had to do was give them a call.

Everything was set up for Sebastian. Record deal, new apartment and future career, all set up by me. From my savings I've even bought a white convertible, which I think would go extremely well with my new identity.

I took it for a spin later that night, like a totally insufferable, self-absorbed and enviable celebrity with the world at his feet. It feels so good, it feels so right. This is going to be sweet.

Austin, my stepbrother had been staying with us for a few days. He was my stepmom’s son, but he was already in college by the time our parents married, so I only saw him around on holidays or breaks from school. Fancied as a renaissance man, he was shockingly muscular underneath his basic khakis and polo. He claimed he got it from his ‘superior genetics’ and that his old man had been an Olympic athlete before he died. It made me a little jealous that he was off living it up at some ivy league school while I was stuck at a dead-end fast-food job and taking night classes at the community college.

Austin was never really rude to my face, but I could always tell he was looking down his nose at me. Just cause he had a huge bulge and fat tits, and I was average didn’t mean anything.

After dinner, he retired to the guest bedroom, claiming he had a headache. It really felt more like an excuse to not have to spend more time with me and my dad than necessary. Seeing the mild disappointment on my dad’s face sent me over the edge. Just once, I wished I could get the leg up on him.

As I was going upstairs to the bathroom, I heard a loud thump come from the guest room. I knocked on the bedroom door, waited a second for a reply, and then knocked again when I didn’t hear anything.

“Hello?” I called. “You good in there, Aus?”

When he didn’t reply, I decided to go in. Worst case scenario, he had nodded off and I was going to wake him up. Best case, he, like, dropped dead or something. Not really, I rolled my eyes. That would probably tear my dad up inside, and I hated seeing him sad.

I jumped to action when I realized Austin was hanging half off of the bed in front of the old mirror his mom had thrifted the week before. She was always bringing home antiques that she wanted to restore, but they typically ended up stacked in the guest room until she got too many and gave them away. I was more surprised to see that he’d stripped down to a pair of sequined green briefs. I couldn’t help but admire how nicely they framed his supposedly superior ass and balls.

“Austin, are you okay?” I asked, not getting a reply. “Aus?”

I walked around the side of the bed and saw a vacant stare in his eyes. “Oh my god, is he…” I leaned down to take his pulse, but his body instantly deflated when I pressed into his skin.

I stepped back in horror and yelped, my stepbrother little more than a flesh-colored blob on the ground in front of me. I carefully reached down and picked him up, noting the elasticity of it. It almost felt like a latex suit with a matte surface. With nothing to hold it up, the sequined briefs fell to the floor and revealed his prize-winning sausage.

My jaw dropped. He was packing no less than seven inches of fully functional beef in his pants and it wasn’t even fully hard yet! No wonder he was such a smug jerk. I probably would’ve been a jerk too if my dick was basically a third leg.

Closing the door behind me, I quickly stripped out of my clothes, scooped up the briefs, and slid them up my legs. My hardening dick pressed into the fabric, the pale flesh visible through the stretched-out fabric. I was so captured in how warm and moist they felt that I didn’t notice the blob moving until it had already engulfed both my feet. I suppressed a scream, but terror rose in my chest as I found it had glued me to the floor.

I struggled against it as it coated more and more of my legs, slowly rising as it if were water in a sinking ship. As far as I could tell, I had two options: I could call for help and reveal myself the briefs with Austin nowhere to be found or I could just tough it out and see what happened. I couldn’t swallow what little pride I had, so I decided to tough it out.

The flesh blob felt warm as it climbed up my legs. Once it reached the briefs, it, surprisingly filtered underneath the fabric, putting my dick and balls in a vice. At the sudden burst of pleasure, I fell to my knees and moaned. This was the opening the blob needed to latch onto my hands and quickly consume up to my neck.

At that point, I considered my pride swallowed, but it was too late. When I opened my mouth to yell, the goo flooded down my throat. Fully encapsulated, I held my breath for as long as I could and then fainted.

I came to sometime later, expecting to be in the hospital or still on the floor. However, I was perfectly tucked into bed. Pulling the sheets back, I nearly yelled at what I saw. A flawless set of abs with a blonde treasure trail leading to a pair of green sequined briefs. I jumped out of bed into a room that was totally different.

Stepmom’s antique collection was nowhere to be seen. A few posters of athletes lined a wall, some dumbbells in the corner. However, the same mirror hung over the dresser. To my shock and dismay, I looked like the spitting image of Austin. I wasn’t sure what happened. Possession? Transformation?

I pinched myself and swore. “What the fuck!” I even sounded like him. “I need to get out of here or call someone. This is insane.” You rummage around the room for Austin’s phone and find it on the floor between the nightstand and the bed. With a face recognition lock, it instantly opens.                A wave of notifications from Austin’s friends hit and I found myself distracted replying to his DMs, snapping a few pics for the bros, and generally feeling a shit-eating grin on my face when the homies hit me back with a few ass shots. I couldn’t resist whipping my dick out and jerking one out right there.

Thoughts of my life as Larry felt really distant and it got harder to remember anything the harder I got. Seeing the dicks on the phone and sending my own felt right, it felt like what I was used to. I had a ton of friends, tons of one-night stands with hot jocks and dudes from college. Last time I didn’t sleep with a guy on the first date, my friends thought I was sick. Snapping a pic to a dude I’d fucked a few times, I finally busted and shot a huge load across the phone screen. Cum tributes were pretty hot, I thought.

I tossed the phone down a second later and remembered what was happening. It was like the thoughts I had weren’t my own or I couldn’t control myself. I grabbed a dirty towel off the floor, wiped my overly giant meat down, and slipped it back inside the briefs. I felt a little perverted, but I couldn’t deny how hot what just happened was. I may have gone again if my dad hadn’t knocked on the door.

A knock on the door later and dad slipped inside. Without realizing, I posed a little, as if I was showing off.

“Hey daddy,” I said breathily.

“Good morning, Austin. Mom said breakfast will be ready in a few if you want to head down.” His eyes unfocused a bit as they looked me over. “Nice to see you’ve been, uh,” he cleared his throat. “Hitting the gym, son. I wish I had a body like that when I was your age.”

I grinned. “You could have a body like this right now, daddy.” I reached down and tugged on the sides of the briefs, revealing my perfectly cut Adonis belt. Some part of me was absolutely terrified of what was about to happen, but a louder voice said it was normal. I had been trying to fuck my step-dad ever since he married my mom when I was in high school.

“You’re funny, but no,” he said. “I wouldn’t do that to your mom.”

“Boo, you’re no fun. I promise it’d be the best you ever had.” I plead. “Cross my heart.” I ran my index finger across my chest, flicking in on my nipple.

Dad turned around, but not before I spotted the bulge growing in his slacks. One of these visits from college, I was gonna get him. If these briefs weren’t the right ones, I had plenty left to try out.

“Get dressed and come down for breakfast,” he said.

As he turned to walk away, I briefly came to my senses. “W-wait, what about m—Larry!”

Dad turned back with a raised eyebrow. “Who?”

“Your son?” I asked, a little desperate to find out what happened to me.

“Are you feeling okay? I don’t have a son.” He replied.

Already past his office hours, Dr. Thompkins, Kent, had waited around an extra twenty minutes for the student to show up for his make-up exam. He’d gotten enough flak from the football coach already for stealing his athletes away from practice, but rules were rules. If the student didn’t make at least an A- on the exam, he would be put on academic probation and no longer be allowed to participate in extracurricular activities.

Jarrett slid into the chair and picked up his pencil after finally showing up. Kent was astonished at how fast the student seemed to be breezing through it. The pencil hadn’t ceased moving once in the minutes since he began writing. He never wanted to give up on a student but, based on Jarrett’s other classwork, Kent wasn’t expecting anything more than a paltry C- at best.

His curiosity getting the better of him, Kent stood and circled his desk to look over Jarrett’s shoulder. To his surprise, all his multiple choice answers were correct. Even the short answers had well thought out arguments in their blanks. He was extremely suspicious. Jarrett hadn’t brought any extra materials in with him though, and there wasn’t anything obviously written on his bare, muscular arms either.

However, Kent noticed a strange zipper sticking out of the base of his sleazy white tank top. The silver brightly reflected the florescent light against his back, looking like it cut below the neckline. He knew a professor should never touch one of his students, but he grabbed it before he could stop himself. All at once, Jarrett seemed to deflate as he pulled it down. The head of another student Kent was familiar with popped out of the open seam, a look of shock and fear on his face.

“What in the world!” Kent was flabbergasted. “This is expulsion worthy! Academic dishonesty! Cheating!” A few more words trickled out of his mouth before he finally caught his wits.

“Shit!” Darren Jenkins yelled, worming out of the clothes Jarrett was wearing and sliding out of the room before Kent could stop him. The weaselly little nerd was in for such a rude awakening. Kent immediately wanted to chase after him, but what was he supposed to do with the test or…

He leaned down and picked up the deflated-Jarrett costume. It seemed to have a silicone-y and warm texture, shockingly lifelike to the touch. It was dusted in short dark hairs that thickened in the groin and armpits. Despite it being relatively deflated, the suit’s large genitals remained bulbous and jutted lewdly out. It even smelled like musk and the cheap body sprays that student athletes would use to avoid bathing. Biting his bottom lip, he couldn’t deny his curiosity. He was now alone in his office, with no other appointments, at the end of the work day.

Kicking off his sensible loafers, Kent held the suit up and carefully slid one of his legs into the left leg hole. Darren had been fully dressed inside, so it didn’t seem like it would be immediately obvious from the outside. Sliding his other foot into the right leg, he pulled it up to his waist. Kent felt silly as the suit flopped limply around his waist, though the erection lined up against his groin made his own dick twitch. He waggled it back and forth, blushing at how silly and lascivious it was.

Without wasting more time, he slipped his arms into the top half and then all that was left was the head. He was unsure how he was meant to zip it by himself. It wasn’t as if he intended to wear it for that long, he suspected. Just a quick drive to see how it worked for himself and then he’d go back to having Darren investigated for academic dishonesty. Then he’d figure out what happened to the real Jarrett and investigate him as well.

Taking a deep breath, Kent pulled the head of the suit on over his own doubled over, his entire body almost vibrating. The suit had activated on its own, the zipper pulling up and sealing Kent inside. Suddenly, Kent could feel the cool air conditioner blowing on his bare skin. His nipples stiffened on the thick shelf of his pecs, two lewd, pink mounds piercing through the swirl of dark hair. Kent’s hands came up to fondle them before he even opened his eyes.

Kent was taken aback at how... full of himself he felt. The suit had taken on a life of its own as soon as he’d been fully inside of it. He couldn’t even feel his sweater vest through the suit. Running a calloused hand across his abs, his already erect cock immediately sprang a leak. Gushing pre, it was as though the body was in absolute ecstasy at the time of its creation. He understood the shit-eating grin on Darren’s face when he sat down to the take the exam. It felt like any small movements would have him cumming over and over.

Stepping back across the room, Kent slid into his expensive leather chair and immediately had his hand on the fat seven inches absolutely hanging from his groin. An abnormally deep voice moaned out of his throat, a vapid tone of a jock that could throw a ball real good but not study. Kent felt like he could take a victory home in a football game, get a blowjob from every guy on the team, and still be horny enough to jerk off before bed.

Feverishly building up to his first of hopefully many orgasms, Kent busted a huge wad all over his desk. Rope after rope of thick white cum soaked every sheet of paper he had ready for his lectures the following week. He couldn’t even care about the couple hours of work ahead of him now, lost in the afterglow of a massive jock load.

Kent nearly jumped out of his skin when someone banged on the door, jarring him back to his senses. “Thompkins! Is Jarrett still takin’ his exam in there? We gotta get to the field for practice or else he’s gonna be a limp noodle for the game. Too much studying is bad for the kids, I tell ya.”

“Crap,” Kent whispered to himself. Should he tell Coach Paul that Jarrett had already left or--

Coach swung the door open without waiting for a response, the burly gorilla of a man taking a long look at Jarrett, his eyes pausing when beholding Kent’s still-throbbing boner. “Where’s the prof at?”

Kent panicked. “He, uh, had an emergency and had to go. He said I could just take my exam again next time.”

“Right, so why the fuck are you in here blasting your dick off instead of at our usual place?” Coach asked, stepping over and swabbing his finger through the copious seed all over the desk. Paul was an ex-NFL linebacker turned coach. Still in better shape than most people would ever be, but he’d grown a bit of a beer gut in the last few years. He was an absolutely huge hulking man and almost every inch of visible skin was covered in thick, dark hair.

Kent tried to cover himself, but his hand simply wasn’t big enough to fully hide the still-hard dick resting over his bellybutton. “Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.” It wasn’t a lie.

“Well, shit, Thompson ain’t here right now so maybe we could...” Paul held his hand in a C-shape and motioned it in and out of his mouth, his tongue lewdly following the glide. Was he suggesting fellatio? “Always loved getting my protein straight from the source.“

“You mean you want to suck my penis?” He said the last word quietly, a little embarrassed, and aroused, at the prospect.

“Penis?” Paul scoffed. “You’ve been spending too much time in class. I’m gonna blow your cock ‘til it shrivels up.” Without hesitating, Paul slipped around the desk and pulled Kent’s hands away. Making intense eye contact, Paul fell to his knees and took Kent’s borrowed fat cock straight into his hot, wet mouth.

Kent nearly busted again despite only having cum minutes before. The mouth of a seasoned cocksucker was something Kent had never experienced, the thick tongue bristling across his swollen glans. Paul’s thick stubble rubbed on his balls, elevating the pleasure Kent was feeling to a new high. He’d only had sex a handful of times in his life, too withdrawn in his studies to date around much.

That all seemed so far away to Kent. All of the poignant literary analysis he had concocted in his life gave way to the simple pleasure of being a jocked-out frat boy with a fat dick and balls. His thoughts slowed in his head as he edged closer and closer to his second orgasm.

Paul reached down with his free hand and stuck two fingers directly up Kent’s tight hole. Kent gasped, the sudden, unfamiliar pleasure releasing another huge wad down Paul’s throat. His body jerked forward, his ass coming up from the chair to push his dick as far down Paul’s throat as he possibly could. The older coach took it like a champ, each pulse of Kent’s cock almost visible in his throat.

Sliding back with a wet, lewd pop, Paul coughed a few times to clear his throat. “Damn, I always forget how huge your loads are.” His face was bright red, eyes watering. “That should help keep your head in the game for practice now. Normally only one before practice, but fuck it, a star like you deserves to get some head.”

“Yeah dude,” Kent slurred, riding the high from his second load so fucking high. He almost couldn’t even remember why he was there in the first place, something about retaking a test? Coach Paul mentioned it was time for practice though. “Aren’t we gonna be late for practice or whatever?”

“Damn straight.” Paul rose to his feet and adjusted his own erection, visible in the tight denim jeans he wore. “We’ll meet in the showers after everyone goes home, understand?”

Jarrett’s hole throbbed unconsciously, signaling to him exactly what to expect. “Yes sir.”

New Soldier Skin

Nick found it weird that the doctor was calling him again for a check up, he had done one early that month and they normally don't do twice a month. But he had no choice in the matter, he was just a soldier.

"I'm feeling perfectly fine doctor, there's no need for another check up, also I'm out of duty tomorrow"

"Nonsense, It's very important that we keep track of the health of our soldiers, now stand on the scale over there please. We just want to make sure that you are ready to return to your family, I bet you must be really excited right?"

"Yes I am, Doctor, It's been a long time, can't wait to see my wife and kids back at home" He said getting on the scale.

The doctor's friendly expression changed drastically once Nick was standing on the scale with his back to him, now the doctor had a blank and emotionless expression. The doctor walked to his laptop on his table and pressed a key.

"My wife can't wait to see me back at home, and the kids are really...huh?" The soldier looked down at his feet confused, he could feel the scale vibrating beneath his feet, he tried to take his feet off the scale but he couldn't, his feet were stuck to the scale like a magnetic force was pulling them down "That's weird, I can't pull my feet off the scale, doctor?"

"Thank you for your service, Nick" It was all the Doctor said before pressing another key on the laptop.

"What? What is..." Before Nick could finish, he felt a strong electric shock run up from his feet and spread to the rest of his body, he could feel every cell in his body being hit by the eletrical charge. His body became rigid and he grunted for a few seconds, but then the humming of the scale stopped and he fell to the floor completely hollowed out. His hollow head on the floor with smoke coming out of his orifices.

The Doctor looked unfrazed at the lifeless bodysuit on the floor, actually, he looked even bored with the whole event.

"You can come out now, your new skin is ready" The doctor said and then the door opened and a humanoid alien entered the room. The white humanoid alien was wearing a visibly worn out and torn open human skin, it was very damaged with holes and scratches, and was also missing half the face, under the skin it displayed the alien true form, a white gelatinous goo.

"It was a shame that your last human skin was damaged in battle, you're always so careless with your skins. The General was furious." Said the Doctor.

"I know, I will be more carefull this time" The Alien said looking at the skinsuit lying on the floor, suddenly his true white form started to melt, hollowing out his current damaged skin, his gelatinous form crawled on the floor in the direction of Nick's skin and started to enter through the holes in his head, mouth, eyes, nose, ears, soon the hollow body of Nick started to inflate and gain life, Nick's flat muscles started to get bigger to their full power. The alien was filling every part of Nick with It's slimy form, filling it like a balloon.

After a few seconds he stood up in his new human body, Nick's eyes were completely white with the gelatin alien body underneath, but they quickly started to turn into normal human eyes, now identical to Nick's eyes.

"Do you have any new assignments for me Doctor?"

"No, actually this was his last week of service before his break, you're going back to his family tomorrow"

"Are you serious? It's so boring to pretend to be a husband and a dad, You know I like the action, I want to go into combat!"

"Sorry, but I'm just following orders from the General." The Doctor said grabbing the deteriorated human skin from the floor and looking at it with a disgusted expression. "This was your fourth skin only this year" The doctor then threw the human suit inside a garbage chut on the wall, then he closed it "That's why we chose Nick to be your next skin. The General thinks it's better for you to spend some time out of combat. I know It's not fun to have to pretend to be our skins, but I guess it will be good for you to relax a little, besides you don't have to act exactly like Nick, you just have to not act too much out of character"

"Is being fucked by men too out of character for this hunky skin?" The soldier asked with a devious smile, looking at the doctor with hungry eyes.

"As long as his wife doesn't find out..." The doctor said dropping his pants to the floor, exposing the jockstrap he was wearing.

They both started to make out as Nick groped and squeezed the doctor's big package. Nick dropped to his knees and lowered the Doctor's jockstrap and was in awe to what he saw.

"Wow, your skin is so freaking hung!"

"He used this thing on a lot of women, but I didin't used it in a long time"

"Fill it up, I want to see how big it when completely filled"

The doctor member started to inflate like a modelling balloon in a fraction of seconds.

Nick then started to suck it while he jerked his own hard member. A few minutes later Nick was lying on the doctor's table with his burly legs up being roughly fucked by the doctor's thick cock.

"How is my health, doctor?" Asked Nick with a grin while having his hole stretched by the doctor's big member.

"You're fine... really fine. You are free to go to your new family. Just don't forget to smile and say sentimental words when you see them, like how much you missed them"

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Monthly Report:

Doctor, I'm having a blast in Nick's skin, you were right, I needed a break from all the action, I can have as much action in here with a body like this, I lost count of how many guys fucked me already. Apart acting like a gay slut in the shadows, his wife and kids don't even suspect their beloved husband and daddy is just a skin now. I guess I'm doing a good job as Nick.

End of report.

The Body Wearing Convention - Las Vegas

The BWA (Body Wearing Alliance) was formed 20 years ago when the internet was just starting to get popular. Those born with the rare ability of reducing people into wearable skins didn't knew there was more like them out there, but with the help of the internet they started to find others with the same ability, and soon it was created the BWC (Body Wearing Convention)

The Body Wearing Convention is a clandestine event that happens a few times every year, hidden from the prying eyes of the public, It is a secret event where they can gather, share stories, and find solace in the knowledge that they aren't alone in their power.

The BWC happens in a different country every time, for safety reasons, and the main two rules to participate in the convention is: To be a Skinwalker (That's how they call themselves) and to wear the body of a local from that place, that means you can't bring with yourself skins from home.

Currently the secret Alliance is made up of 130 men around the world. But among these 130 members, there are 10 men who are very close friends with each other, they all share one thing in common: They are all gay.

Surprisingly they are the only gay guys of the entire Alliance, while all the others sought power and money, these 10 friends only care about getting hard in a new sexy body, It was like a sport for them. That's why they created an online group chat, where they can talk and share pictures of their current bodies with each other.

The location of the BWC this time is: USA - Las Vegas.

The 10 friends all arrived individually at the city in an early Friday, the convention would occur during the weekend, so they had to find a new skin quickly, and so they went straight on a hunt for a random local body.

Think of the BWC as the Met Gala, but for people who can turn you into a wearable hollow fleshsuit in a blink. There was this unspoken competition among them, to see who was wearing the hottest or richest skin, and this group of friends clearly didn't care about the last one...

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Carl is a 46 years old married gay man, he is part of the BWA for 17 years, and there is nothing Carl love more than wearing the bodies of fit straight guys. His husband knows he's a skinwalker and is totally fine with it. But because his husband is not a skinwalker, he is not allowed to go to the conventions, so Carl always travels alone.

(Friday, March 1st. 8:19 AM) Carl Sent A Photo

Carl: I just turned this hot Latino stud in the hotel parking lot. He was walking towards his car while talking on the phone with his girlfriend. That's when I slowly walked behind him and turned him. What do you guys think? Do I wear him well?

Harold: You're looking so hot. You always pick the most hottest guys.

Elijah: Wow, you already found a body? That was fast.

Joel: He's not that impressive, I would give him a 6/10 lol

Elijah: Stop being a jerk Joel. This guy is clearly a 9/10

Carl: Don't mind him Elijah, he's just jealous of my pick.

Joel: He's not really my type, today I'm looking for a sexy tough looking guy to wear.

Peter: Hot choice of skin Carl! Show us his dick please!

Carl: You will have to wait until the Convention to see it. But i'm telling you, he's really big and thick, I know you're gonna love sucking it.

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David is 34 years old and he is part of the BWA for 13 years.

He first found out about his ability when his homophobic stepbrother was trying to beat him up, David closed his eyes and tried to protect his head, but when he opened his eyes, he saw his hot stepbrother lying on the floor completely deflated. David had the most fun years living the life of his douchebag of a stepbrother, until one day, his stepbrother just "disappeared"

(Friday, March 1st. 9:46 AM) David Sent A Photo:

David: I made two new bodysuits. I saw the handsome blond one at the hotel's pool, he was trying to seduce some girls by showing off his hot body, he just didn't knew he was actually seducing a skinwalker. To get him, I first had to convert this cute room service attendant, after I put him on, I got access to his room and walked inside. I think I'm going to use the attendant tonight for some fun.

Elijah: Oh, the good old room service method. It works every time.

David: It was you who taught me this method back in 2011 when I was still a new member of the BWA.

Damian: It brings back good memories from that one time where we all stayed at the same hotel in the 2011 Convention. Good times.

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Peter Is a 40 years old gay bottom who love to turn big hunky men into Bodysuits and act like a slut in their bodies. He is part of the Body Wearing Alliance for 9 years.

(Friday, March 1st. 11:28 AM) Peter Sent A Photo:

Peter: Do I look cute? This is Ramón, I turned him at an alley while he was jogging, he's a bodybuilder. I'm gonna make such a good use of his muscles. I'm sure you guys are going to love the muscles in his ass the most.

Joel: I love how you always pick the most biggest guys.

Daniel: I feel bad for this poor bastard, of all the Skinwalkers, he was picked by the most perverted one.

Peter: lol

Carl: He's huge. I'm going to enjoy burying my new thick latino dick in your bodybuilder's ass.

Harold: I really like his pecs. I want to suck on them when we meet tomorrow.

Peter: It's always the pecs for you isn't, Harold? lol

Harold: You're not lying. Actually I just saw this hot guy at the mall and he seems to have very big pecs. I'm going to follow him.

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Harold is a 28 years old scrawny gay man, he has no muscle definition, but he love pecs and it was what he first looked for in a body: Their huge pecs. If the guy didn't had two big meaty pecs, he wound't want them.

He went to the local LA mall to hunt for a body, he knew that the mall was always the perfect place for hunting skins. And he was proven just right when he saw this big and tall hunk walk inside a clothing store. Harold smirked as he entered the store and followed the man.

(Friday, March 1st. 1:05 PM) Harold Sent A Photo:

Harold: Who want some milk boys? Daddy got all the milkers now.

Peter: Oh my god, look at the size of these tits. I will let you suck on Ramón's tits if you let me suck yours.

Harold: This sounds like a good deal.

Carl: Very nice choice of skin! Good job, Harold.

Peter: Can you send a video of you playing with those hairy tits and pinching his nipples? Please?

(1:15 PM, Harold Sent A 20 Seconds Video To The Group Chat)

In the vídeo he was in the middle of the store, squeezing his new pair of meaty hairy pecs, he lifted one of them and let go, watching them bounce, then he pinched his left nipple and let out a deep loud moan. Without feeling any shame for being in a public space. It wasn't technically him who was being humiliated in public, so he didn't cared.

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Damian and Rashad are a black gay couple (47, 49) they have been together for 11 years and they both had met each other during a Body Wearing Convention back in 2013. It was very known to everyone that they only turned white men into Bodysuits, it was their favorite type of skins. So there was no diversity in their Bodysuit closet, only white men.

(Friday, March 1st. 3:07 PM) Damian Sent A Photo:

Damian: You guys know how Rashad and I love to hunt white boys, so what better place to find some white skins than at the LA beach? We saw this group of young frat boys surfing and we converted these two 19 years olds, they were just the most handsome ones in their group. Turns out they are twin brothers.

David: This is such a hot pair, and the fact they are brothers makes it even more hot!

Carl: I want to fuck the long haired one with my thick latino dick while I pull his hair.

Damian: I like this Idea. His long hair would be great to use as a handle for a hard fuck. I might even try It later tonight.

David: Send us a video if you do.

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Joel is the youngest one of the group, at only 19 he already has a count of 86 Bodysuits, and he's part of the Body Wearing Alliance for only 1 year. That's why, the BWA leader tasked Elijah, a veteran in the art of wearing bodies, to watch for Joel and not let the young man expose their secret society.

(Friday, March 1st. 5:14 PM) Joel Sent A Photo:

Joel: My new bodysuit is still deflating. I can't wait to finally wear him and show him to you guys. He's so hot.

Carl: You gave my bodysuit a 7/10, so he better be a 10/10.

Isaac: Wow he's packing.

Harold: When he deflate, please send us a pic of you in him. I want to see if his front looks as good as his back side.

(Friday, March 1st. 5:40 PM) Joel Sent A Photo:

Joel: I'm inside him now. I saw this sexy daddy at the hotel's bar. I waited for him to go to his room and then I followed him, as soon as he opened the door I converted him, right there at the door's entrance, I mean, of course he took a bit longer to deflate, so I had to drag him inside. I actually wanted to wear a scary looking soldier that I saw at the bar, but Elijah didn't let me. Still, I'm very glad with my pick.

Harold: Holly fuck!!!

Peter: He's a very sexy bodysuit. Wish I was there to give him a very special room service.

Carl: Where is Elijah by the way? Should he not be with you?

Joel: Elijah Is outside, I don't know where he went, but he said he was going to be back soon.

Carl: Did he picked a bodysuit already?

Joel: Yes he did, a young and hot fuckboy. Let me send a pic of him.

Joel Sent A Photo:

Joel: This is the body Elijah picked to wear at the convention tomorrow. I think he got this one at the hotel's bathroom maybe? I'm not sure. I hope he don't mind that I'm wearing his brand new skin.

Elijah: Boy, you're in big trouble!

Joel: Shit, I'm sorry, I thought you wouldn't mind. I'm gonna take him off.

Elijah: Don't you dare taking him off, I'm not going to wear him anymore, I found a better body to wear tomorrow. wait for me, I'm getting up there right now.

(Friday, March 1st. 6:22 PM) Elijah Sent A Photo:

Elijah: You don't want to disobey me in my new body, boy, so you better be on your knees when I get inside, I'm horny and this guy have big balls full of cum.

Joel: Yes sir!

Peter: Oh yes sir indeed!

Carl: lol you're fucked Joel.

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Isaac is a 24 years old gay man, and like everyone else in this group, he was addicted to wearing hunky men. He is more reserved and shy, and don't talk much in the group chat. However, he enjoys jerking off while viewing the photos his friends would send to the group chat.

He might be the most shy and reserved in the group, but once he's wearing a handsome hunk, he becomes a whole new different person, a more dominant and cocky one.

(Friday, March 1st. 8:37 PM) Isaac Sent A Photo:

Isaac: Seeing you guys wearing such hot bodies is getting me so freaking hard. I can't wait for tomorrow. I got this one at the gym's lockerroom. Who wants to take care of my boner?

Peter: I do! I want to get on my knees in Ramón's body and let you use his slutty mouth.

Harold: You're looking so damn hot, Isaac, good pick.

Carl: Was you working out? Your skin looks very sweaty.

Isaac: I was. I wanted to test out my new muscles.

Carl: Great. Can't wait for the convention tomorrow, where we can finally see each other's bodies in person and have the orgy of the year.

I Want Cesar's Pecs

As Cesar was outside preparing for his daily run, I couldn't help but watch him from the window. He just recently moved into the apartment next to mine, and he was easily the most attractive man in the entire neighborhood.

I loved watching him jogging everyday, his stride was just powerful, his arms pumping back and forth, and those magnificent pecs bounced up and down with each step. I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and arousal grow inside me. I've imagined what it would be like to have those muscles, to feel those hairy pecs beneath my fingers, to feel them bounce as I run.

While I was daydreaming about Cesar's body, I didn't noticed him looking at me through the window, fuck, I tried to hide but it was too late. He had noticed me.

After a few seconds I spied through the window again, but he was already gone.

In that moment, I realized that I wanted more than just to admire him from afar. I wanted to experience what it would feel like to have a body like that, to feel those pecs bouncing myself. So I went to the beach to look for him.

He was way ahead of me, but I soon found him working out at the beach. And luckily for me the shore was almost empty. Cesar was the only one there doing some squats while holding some weights.

I closed my eyes and concentrated, focusing on the power I possessed. I have the ability to turn anyone I want into wearable bodysuits, and I've never felt the urge to use it more strongly than I did then.

I focused my energy, channeling it into my fingertips as they glow with a soft, warm light. Cesar, oblivious to what was happening behind him, continued his work out session.

I took a deep breath and reached out, touching his shoulder with my glowing fingers, he let out a deep moan and started to deflate almost instantly, I always loved watching this happen, watching them deflate like a balloon losing air. Cesar's huge muscles, once defined and strong, started to melt away, leaving behind a hairy, supple skin. Within seconds, he was nothing more than a human-shaped sack of skin and muscles. I looked down at him and I got hard by the sight.

While he was deflated on the sand, I couldn't resist the urge to grope and squeeze his pecs a little, they sunk as I squeezed but they still felt amazing on my hands, I even felt his package too, I could't wait to have that bulge to myself. But I played with him for just a few seconds as I knew it wasn't safe, even if the beach was empty, someone would appear sooner or later, so I started to put Cesar's body.

I turned him onto his back and once more started to concentrate the power on my fingers, when the tip of my fingers were glowing, I traced a line down his back with my index finger, creating an entrance.

First I put my legs into his thick muscular ones, and the muscles that once evaporated when he was turned into a skinsuit, now started to grow again, this time with me inside. I felt his muscles merge with mine, making me grow to his original size. Now there was only his hollowed head hanging on his chest, but before putting it on, I held his deflated face and gently kissed his lips. “Thanks Cesar.” I whispered to him before putting his face on mine.

I was now Cesar, In skin and flesh.

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It's been days since I'm wearing Cesar, he's just my favorite bodysuit at the moment. I know I'll eventually grow tired of him, like I always do, and I'll probably turn his pecs into pillows, but I'll remain inside him as long as I still get hard by just looking down at my new body.

I'm telling you, just by feeling these big meaty pecs going up and down with every step I make, makes my new big member so hard. Look how hypnotizing they are, can you really blame me for wanting these to myself?

And you think they bounce now? You should see how they bounce while I'm getting my new hairy ass pounded, men just love pinching and squeezing them.

The Janitor: Fernandez's body

I work as a Janitor at a gym, but that's not my real job, I just use the job as a Janitor to get easier acess to the prime meat, and by prime meat, I mean hot muscular men. There's no better place to harvest them than at the gym's locker room.

It's been a while since I've found a perfect specimen like Fernandez. He's tall, broad-shouldered, and he has a nice package.

I've been watching Fernandez for a while now. He's always here, every day at the same time. I've studied his habits, his working out routine. I know when he showers, when he changes. And today, I've decided it would be the day I turn him into my next wearable bodysuit.

I watched him walk to the locker room, his body covered in sweat. I followed him and as soon as I entered, I saw him taking his clothes off, he was ready to take a shower. I smirked and quickly put a sign outside the door, written "Do not enter: Men's locker room closed for cleaning"

I took a small technological gun device out of my cart and pointed it at Fernandez. However, I soon realized that I had forgotten to reconfigure the device since the last time I used it. Before I could fix it, Fernandez noticed me.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" He shouted, walking towards me, and before I could activate the device, he quickly punching me in the face, making the device fall off my hand. He continued kicking me and calling me names. But I managed to reach for the device and pulled the trigger, this time hitting him with an orange glowing ray, making the man fall to the floor and start to deflate the second he was hit.

I was a little angry at him for the bruises, so I stomped on his face and abs to empty him faster. As the process finished, I took a step back, admiring my handiwork. Fernandez's body has been reduced to a sleek, form-fitting bodysuit, his every curve and muscle preserved. I couldn't help but feel a surge of power and desire course through me as I reached out and touched the bodysuit, running my fingers over the defined abs pecs for the first time.

That's when I noticed a tiny orange slime crawling out of his mouth.

I smirked and grabbed the tiny goop between my fingers, if you looked closely you would see it moved very slowly like a slug. I usually flush them down the toilet, but I would need this one, so I put it on the floor as I knew it wouldn't go anywhere. I then grabbed the deflated skin from the floor and walked inside a shower stall — Just for precaution.

After I took off my uniform, I grabbed the empty muscle husk by the head and admired his body, specially his big package that even without anything stuffing it inside it was still huge.

With a satisfied grin, I slip the bodysuit on, for last, when I put his head over mine, I looked in the mirror. But it didn't looked natural, I just wasn't as fit as Fernandez, I didn't had big muscles to fill his skin. Some parts looked too stretched like my belly and face, and my dick only stuffed half of his huge shaft.

But this could be fixed. I grabbed the device, changed the settings and shoot the ray at myself — This time a blue glowing ray fired from the device.

I felt a tingling sensation as I watched in the mirror my big belly starting to disappear and instead form abs and big pecs. The skin that was once stretched, now started to grow muscles to the sizes that they were originally. I was looking just like when Fernandez entered the showers.

I changed the settings of the gun one last time and pointed it at the tiny goop on the floor. Once I fired the blue ray at it, the goo started to grow and started to shape itself into a human body: My original body.

It looked exactly like me. And it just kept standing there, looking at me with a blank face.

"Put on the janitor's uniform and clean the locker room, then go home and stay inactive until the next day, when you will return to work." I commanded.

"Yes Master" My copy responded with a blank face expression, it was actually the essence of the real Fernandez, only now he was turned into a mindless slave goo that could take any form that I wanted. He would cover as me while I was out having fun in Fernandez's body.

"But before, I want you to turn into a red underwear"

"Yes Master" The 'janitor' said and started to shrink and change its color, until it was nothing more than a red underwear on the floor. I grabbed it and put it on. It looked really good on me, so with Fernandez's phone I took a photo in the mirror.

I decided to put his sweaty gym clothes back on and return to the main gym. It was really hot to work out my new muscles while wearing the real Fernandez.

A Body Stealer Tale: Caleb

Caleb's sweaty shirt smells so fucking good! It has his strong musky smell on it, a smell that only a postworkout shirt would have.

I turned Caleb into my bodysuit at the gym's parking lot right when he was about to go home. I followed him, and when he was about to get inside his car, I injected him with the bodysuit serum. I knew I would wear Caleb as soon as I saw him at the gym, and when I see a man I like, I always get it. So I waited for him to deflate and then put his body on right inside his car.

Do you see what his pecs are doing? I'm not doing it, they're doing it on their own, I swear!

It happens sometimes when the bodysuit is too fresh, the muscles of the bodysuit will have spasms for a few hours. I knew bodysuit spasms were a thing, I've experienced it in many others before.

I have a theory for this: I think bodysuit spasms happen when there's a huge mass of muscles in the bodysuit. For example, when I turned a guy with a huge ass, the sparms happened in his ass, other time I turned a guy with a massive cock and the spasms happened in his cock, now, Caleb has some very big pecs, so it makes sense why his pecs are going crazy.

I just didn't know they could last this long, It's been what? almost one hour since I put Caleb on? Oh, It looks like the sparms are finally stopping.

I think I will be inside Caleb's body for a long time, but to be honest, I said the same thing to the previous bodysuit before Caleb. Caleb's life will change drastically from now on, first I need to end his relationship with his long-term girlfriend, and then I need to find a gay guy who will give these perfect pecs the worship they deserve.

Lost And Found

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, there was a muscular body at the coast, he didn't move and I was starting to wonder if he was... you know. But as I approached him, I noticed something strange, his eyes were hollow; he was actually a bodysuit!

There was a special serum around the world capable of turning any person into a wearable bodysuit. The Serum was illegal of course, but that didn't stop criminals from injecting the serum into innocent models or hot men in poor countries and selling the bodysuits to rich people.

I immediately remembered what I saw on the news that morning, I wasn't paying too much attention to it, but I heard something about a cargo ship sinking due to a storm, could that cargo ship actually be trafficking bodysuits?

I caressed the bodysuit's handsome face, he was so hot. I had to take him home with me, but as I tried to lift him, I couldn't, he was too heavy. So I started to take the water inside by stomping on his stomach, arms, and legs. It was weird to watch my feet sink and his body flatten, he really was empty inside.

But how would I put him on? I didn't know how a bodysuit works, I never had one. I tried stretching his mouth but it wouldn't stretch enough to get in. So I turned him and noticed something on his muscular back, it looked like an opening! I opened it and looked inside the bodysuit, he was completely hollow as expected.

Whoever this guy was, It doesn't matter, I am him now.

Adding The Neighbor

"I look ridiculous! Can't I just wear him without wearing this stupid thong?" My grumpy boyfriend asked while wearing our hunky neighbor's body.

"That's the point, babe!" I said, caressing his new big hairy pecs and then pinched his nipples. "I want to humiliate him for all the nasty things he said about us, can you do this for me, please?"

He sighed and kissed me passionately. "Of course babe, I will do anything for you, you know that, how many men have I converted into bodysuits just for you?"

"A lot," I said, smirking.

"That's right, a fucking lot," He got on all fours on the bed, his huge hairy ass on full display, the thong barely covering our neighbor's tight straight hole. "Now come here and fuck my slutty hungry ass! Show your Daddy neighbor how much of a slut I am!"

I couldn't hold it any longer, seeing my hot manly neighbor on all fours, shaking his huge hairy ass while wearing a thong was making me crazy, I needed to fuck that ass.

Me and my boyfriend had moved to a new house a few weeks ago, but our neighbor was very religious and homophobic, he hated having a gay couple as his new neighbors, he said we were going to 'influence' his kids and a lot of other nasty comments. So I convinced my boyfriend—who had the power to turn anyone into a bodysuit—to add him to our collection. My boyfriend didn't like the Idea at first, but after I told him our neighbor called me a faggot (He didn't, but my boyfriend doesn't need to know that.) he finally decided to do it, as he always did.

Our neighbor was taking the trash out when my boyfriend sneaked behind him and grabbed him by the neck, I watched as our muscular neighbor deflated on my boyfriend's grip until he was holding a hollowed husk of muscles. Back inside our house, I handed him a small leopard-printed thong, he raised an eyebrow confused.

"I bought this yesterday, our neighbor will look good with this."

"No, I'm not wearing this, no fucking way!" He said.

Well, here he was, on all fours still wearing the leopard thong as I was fucking him. I slapped his big hairy ass hard and heard my neighbor—now boyfriend— moan loudly, begging me to keep fucking him. That night I fucked my neighbor in every position until he passed out with my cum leaking from his stretched hole. God, I loved my boyfriend and his powers.

Later our neighbor came out as gay to his family and left them to live with another man, at least that was the story we created, our neighbor was actually inside our closet with the others, his deflated body only came to life when my boyfriend and I wanted a submissive Daddy slut to spice our nights.

Not Stretchy Enough

"C'mon, motherfucker! Open up, why won't you open?" I cursed, trying to stretch open my sister's hot boyfriend's mouth.

I put three drops of bodysuit serum in his beer, he should be completely hollowed and stretchable by now. I knew I should have put five drops!

David was my younger sister's boyfriend, I never liked the guy since the first day I met him, he was an arrogant douchebag. I really can't understand what my sister sees in him... of course, besides him being hot, and the big snake that bulged under his shorts.

Last night I was at a club while wearing one of my bodysuits, when I saw David there, making out with another woman, he was cheating on my sister! I was furious, so today, while my sister was at work, I knocked on his door. He was visibly confused at the sudden visit and with a forced smile, he let me in.

He grabbed two beers and handed me one. We chatted for a while until he had to go to the bathroom, at which point I discreetly spiked his beer with the bodysuit serum.

He's taking longer to deflate than I was expecting, I have to put him on before my sister comes back home. I'm trying to speed up the process by forcibly stretching his mouth, and it looks like It's working, after a few minutes, his mouth finally got stretchy enough for me to slip inside.

It's a tight fit, but nothing I can't handle. I plan to end his relationship with my sister tonight and then have some fun at the club in David's sexy body. Those pretty lips will be wrapped around a cock today, instead of cheating.

A Body Stealer Tale: At The Beach

Jackson was playing handball with his friends when suddenly he felt everything around him go eerily silent. He was confused when he noticed that his friends, as well as everyone at the beach, were frozen, as if time had stopped and Jackson was the only one still moving. The waves still crashed against the shore, their rhythm unbroken and relentless, as seagulls flew above.

"Sit" Jackson heard a deep voice order.

Jackson immediately obeyed, sitting on his heels and looking up at the strange man approaching him, whose voice was so deep and powerful that made Jackson feel weird vibrations piercing their way inside his head. He knew he should be freaking out right now, but he wasn't for some odd reason.

Jackson usually wouldn't obey anyone, and even more a strange man, but the vibrations inside his head told him it was ok to obey that one man who was in front of him.

"Good boy," The man said, hovering over Jackson and looking down at him. The man placed his thumb inside Jackson's mouth and gently opened it.

"You're so hot, when I saw you playing I knew I had to try your body. Open up for me, boy," The man started to stretch open Jackson's mouth, stretching it in an inhumane way as if Jackson was suddenly made of rubber.

Jackson remained still, staring at the man with blank eyes as the man inserted his foot inside, then his other foot, for last the man placed Jackson's face over his.

Jackson looked down at his fit body, running his hands down his hard abs and finally squeezing the massive bulge in his speedos.

Suddenly everyone around him started moving again, Jackson's friends totally unaware that Jackson was now being worn by a strange man.

A Body Stealer Tale: At The Metro

"He's perfect, look at the bulge in his shorts. I want you to wear him, Pres," Luke said to his boyfriend, Preston, referring to the muscular sleeping hunk in front of them.

"I was thinking the same, the guy is packing," Preston said with a smirk. He stood up and suddenly everyone inside the car stopped moving, leaving only Luke and Preston unaffected. Time didn't stop, as the car was still running, Preston had only frozen the people inside it.

He glanced back at his boyfriend, and Luke responded with a reassuring nod. Preston started to undress, when he was completely naked, he stood in front of the sleeping hunk and with his two hands, started to stretch open the hunk's mouth, opening it in an unnatural way as if the man was made of elastic.

Preston looked at his boyfriend, who was watching everything behind him with a huge smile. "I will try to make it sexy since I know you love watching this part," Preston stretched more of the hunk's mouth and slipped his right foot inside. The hunk continued looking peaceful even with a strange man with half his leg inserted into his body.

Luke was hard as he watched his boyfriend forcing his body inside the unsuspected hunk, he loved watching this part, it was the most erotic thing for him. After a few minutes, Preston finally slipped the hunk's handsome face over his and smirked at Luke, who had his pants down and his hard cock in his hand.

Luke watched as the muscular hunk stood up and walked over to him with a grin, kneeling between his legs. "Did you like watching your boyfriend wearing my muscles like a fucking shirt? You fucking freak," The hunk said, his voice was deep and powerful.

"You look so good wearing this guy, Pres"

The hunk smirked, he grabbed Luke's throbbing cock and started sucking him, making Luke moan loudly. The only sounds he could hear were the car's engine running and the slurping noises coming from the hunk deep-throating him.

"B-babe... I'm gonna cum, let me cum on his face," Luke moaned, pushing the hunk off his cock, aiming it at his face and starting to cum, coating the hunk's handsome face with his thick powerful cum.

The hunk just smirked, he cooped some of the cum and sucked his fingers clean. "I like this one, I can't wait to test out his ass," The hunk said, standing up and giving his ass a hard slap, he then turned to look at Luke. "Now is your turn, who are you're gonna pick?"

Luke glanced at the passengers' faces and noticed a handsome young man, frozen in motion like everyone else around him, as he stared at his phone.

Luke walked to the handsome young man and lifted his unmoving head to give his face a proper look. "I will wear this one."

"Good choice, the kid does have a nice package,"

Luke didn't have the powers of a body stealer like his boyfriend had, Preston had the power to turn everyone around him into a wearable bodysuit for a short period, right now everyone inside the car was a bodysuit, but in the end, when Preston turned off his powers, those who weren't worn would go back to normal.

Luke stretched open the young man's mouth and started sliding inside. When he finished putting on his new body, he sat back and pulled down his white shorts to reveal his new big cock. He gave his new shaft a few strokes and soon was spotting a massive throbbing cock, he swung it proudly to his boyfriend.

"You better get on here and ride me, I will destroy your new tight straight hole with this lad's cock," Luke ordered, his voice now a lot more juvenile.

Preston walked to him, his bodysuit being bigger and taller than Luke's bodysuit. Preston pulled down his shorts and slowly sat on Luke's bodysuit's throbbing cock. Preston started to fuck himself with the strength that came with his bodysuit, his ass pressing against Luke's bodysuit's smaller thighs.

"Oooh fuck yeah, babe! Fuck this tight straight ass on this lad's cock! AAARRGHH FUUUCKKKK...." Preston's new massive cock started to shoot cum all over the car's floor, Luke also came right after him.

They both were panting, with Preston lying his back on Luke's body, they both shared a long and sloppy kiss while Luke's cock was still inside Preston. Suddenly, they heard the automated announcement come through the speakers.

"Attention passengers, we are now approaching Lunar Bay Station. This is the final stop on this line. Please make sure to take all personal belongings with you as you exit the train."

Luke and Preston sat back to where their bodysuits were originally sitting, and suddenly everyone in the car started moving again, completely unaware of the loss of time. When they arrived at the station, before walking out of the car, the muscular tattooed hunk winked at the handsome young man. The young man followed right after him with a visible hard-on in his tight white shorts.

The car's door closed behind them; four men had walked in, but only two walked out.

A Body Stealer Tale: A Catch At The Airport

Malik was an attractive, fit Arab father and husband; he was at the airport, and he couldn't wait to go back home to his wife and kids. While he was waiting for his flight, he suddenly felt a strong headache; everything around him started to spin. It was as if his mind was hit with an invisible force, so strong he couldn't even move.

While his vision was still blurry, he could spot two men standing before him: one was short and bald, in his late 30s, while the other was muscular and young, both intently staring at him.

"He's so good looking. C'mon babe, you have to get inside him, he's your type," The handsome, muscular guy said to the short guy on his side.

"You mean YOUR type, no? You always want me to convert every Middle Eastern man you see, admit it; you want me to wear him so you can get fucked by a well-hung masculine Arab."

"Of course I do, just look at him. He's going to suit you so well, please babe." The muscular man asked, sounding like a kid trying to convince his parent to buy a toy.

Malik looked confused at the two men. He didn't understand what they were talking about, but he didn't like the way they were referring to him, talking about him as if he was a shirt on a vitrine; he was about to say something when he felt the headache come back, stronger this time. Now his vision was not only blurred, but he couldn't hear anything as well, he just watched the two men talking to each other, their voices sounding as if miles away.

"You never wear the men I like, that's so frustrating." The muscular man complained, crossing his thick arms.

"That's a big lie, yesterday I converted that taxi driver you found cute, didn't I? You're wearing him right now for god's sake," The bald man then looked at Malik, who continued sitting the entire time with a confused expression on his face. "But you're right, he would suit me very well, he has this dominating look on him that would be perfect in bed." he then turned to his boyfriend again and smiled at him. "Tell me more about him."

"His name is Malik, he's 31 and he's going back home to his family after a business travel..." The muscular guy said, reading Malik's mind as if reading a book, "Oh, and he is 9 Inches hard." He added.

"Fine, I will wear him."

"You're the best! It was the 9 Inches that changed your mind, wasn't it?" The muscular man chuckled, pulling his boyfriend for a kiss. Malik usually wouldn't allow two gay men to kiss in front of him; he wouldn't accept such a 'disrespect', but right now, Malik couldn't think straight.

"Before you convert him, I want to take a photo of the two of you together."

The bald man sighed and sat on Malik's side, putting one arm behind him. Malik was so confused, who were these two strangers? and why was he allowing them to touch and take pictures of him?

"You, big guy, put one hand on his thigh." The muscular man ordered while holding a cell phone; Malik saw himself obeying the man, "And babe? Smile, please, it's our anniversary today. Now say: Happy anniversary!"

Malik was the only one who said it.

"Alright, are you finished with the photoshoot? At this rate, we're going to miss our flight," the bald man said, standing up and grinning at Malik. "Follow me to the bathroom."

"Follow you to the bathroom..." Malik repeated mindlessly as he followed the strange bald man.

Hats for Cowboys, Bodysuits For Clients

Brian squinted against the harsh desert sun, feeling a trickle of sweat run down his neck as he stepped out of his dusty rental car. He looked at the storefront in front of him. The sign shaped like a cowboy hat above the door creaked in the dry breeze, announcing "Hats for true Cowboys"

There were at least six cars parked around the place, but a quick look revealed how dusty they were outside as if they had been left there for months.

It was strange to have a hat store in the middle of nowhere; the place was surrounded by nothing but sand and tumbleweeds. But Brian knew that was no ordinary hat store, he chuckled to himself, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, and then entered the cool shop. The doorbell jingled behind him, announcing his presence, country music was playing on the radio at the counter, yet there was no one there.

The store was surprisingly well-stocked with an assortment of cowboy hats of all shapes and sizes. He smirked when he noticed the three hot, muscular cowboys standing in the middle of the store completely shirtless. Each one was wearing a cowboy hat and posed motionless while holding their hat brim.

They had the physiques of true cowboys, but there was something off about them. The three of them turned their heads to look at the newcomer, yet they stood motionless with blank expressions.

"Welcome to the best hat shop in the country!" The three shirtless cowboys said in unison, their voices sounded robotic.

Brian walked over to the trio and placed one hand on the chest of the cowboy in the middle, then cupped the big pecs of the hot cowboy, there was no heartbeat. His gaze traveled down the sculpted abs and the treasure trail leading into the tight jean pants. He was about to pull the cowboy's pants down and take a peak when he heard a familiar voice, "Howdy Brian! What a pleasure to see you again!" The overweight man with a neckbeard and a cowboy hat walked to Brian with a huge smile on his face. "I see you're interested in one of my "hats"," The man laughed at his own joke, his belly jiggling slightly with each step.

"Hank! It's been so long!" Brian called out, giving the man a friendly hug.

Hank then turned to the cowboys, "Boys, this is my old friend, Brian; he's a special client, greet him!"

"Howdy, sir," The three cowboys said to Brian, pulling their brims down in respect.

"Where did you get such fine men?"

"There was a country music festival nearby; these hot walking muscles made the big mistake of stopping at my store," Hank grinned, his teeth yellowish. "And you know damn well the rest; I approached them with my special hats and told them they should try it. Works every damn time!" Hank said, laughing out loud.

"Good ol Hank, always harvesting the bodies of the finest cowboys. I'm impressed cowboys haven't gone extinct by now," Brian smirked, running his hand down the chiseled abs of the cowboy wearing the black hat.

"You like this one? He's a real looker, ain't he?" Hank said, slapping the cowboy's firm ass.

The cowboy didn't react, his expression remained unchanged. "Flex for me, boys," Hank commanded, and the three cowboys flexed their muscles, their biceps bulging at Hank's command. Brian was not impressed, he had seen Hank's bodysuits at work before.

"Can you make them jerk off? I wanna see how I would look while jerking off in their bodies."

"You ain't gotta ask me twice. Boys, take off your peckers and jerk off for us."

Brian watched as the hot cowboys started to unbuckle their belts at the same time; they pulled down their pants, displaying their huge cocks, and then started to jerk off in synch; in seconds, they were hard and throbbing. Their strokes were so synchronized that it didn't seem natural, and in fact, it wasn't.

Brian couldn't take his eyes off the huge thick cock of the cowboy in the black hat; he had the second biggest cock of the three, with the cowboy in a light brown hat and a tattoo on his chest being the biggest.

"I want this one," Brian said, stroking the blank face of the cowboy wearing the black hat, who continued stroking his meat while being inspected by Brian. He was the one who caught his attention the most, he loved the man's mustache and tanned skin.

"Nice choice, he was a pleasure to harvest, and he will be even more pleasurable when you're inside him. Go on, you know what to do." Hank said with a devilish grin.

Brian nodded and grabbed the man's brim; he gave the man one last look before pulling the hat off his head; immediately, the cowboy's eyes sunk, and his body fell to the floor completely deflated at his feet.

The hats were a special creation of Hank, while Hank seemed like an old stereotypical countryman, he was actually a genius; His hats had a technological device hidden inside of them that could turn anyone who wore them into a bodysuit; not only that, the hats could also control the bodysuits, giving life to them as if they weren't just hollow bodies obeying Hank's orders.

Brian handed the black hat to Hank and then grabbed the hollowed cowboy off the floor.

"You know where the changing room is," Hank said, smirking at him; he then turned to the two remaining cowboys who were still jerking off. "Alright fellas, buckle up!"

Brian walked out of the store in a different and more fit body; Hank also handed him the bodysuit's ID and car keys. He told Brian which one was the bodysuit's car, so he walked over to the dust-covered car and stepped inside. He was feeling the tightness of the new skin stretch over his body as he adjusted his new manly face in the rearview mirror. Great mustache, he thought. Now, as he drove away, he couldn't stop thinking of ways of enjoying the countryside in his new body.