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Bodybuilder Costume
Jacob was second guessing his costume choice hard. He let his hormones get the best of him when he saw it hanging behind the clerk at the popup Halloween store that popped up at the old mall. Emblazoned in big bold letters it read CHAMPION BODYBUILDER. He nearly dropped the package when the clerk handed it over to him, nervously joking with him that he'd practically need to be a real bodybuilder to carry it home.
Later at home he eyed the costume from across the living room. His house was at least thankfully empty, the rest of his family already out with other Halloween activities. What was he thinking? This was going to be so embarrassing. Reluctantly Jacob slinked his thin frame over to the bag, pulling it open to examine the suit. Grabbing a handful of what looked like a meaty pec, he was surprised by the lifelike feel of the material. It's crazy, but it felt like real flesh, certainly had the real weight to it. Continuing to pull he marveled at the true to life looking cuts and veins of a real bodybuilder prepped to step on stage.
That's when he got to the posers. My god the posers. Their bright blue sequins glittering in the bright lights of the room. If Jacob wasn't already fully erect, he was now. To him, posers were one of the most erotic garments in the world and he had never seen a pair in real life. Even so, just like the rest of the suit, these appeared to be the real deal. Out of curiosity, Jacob pulled at the pouch to inspect if there was any embellishment underneath and to his surprise there was, the revelation of such causing his already leaking member to twitch with excitement.
Turning it around, he found the head portion of the suit draped over the back. Studying it for a minute, it appeared familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it in its slumped state. Moving it out of the way, Jacob inspects the slit between the two powerful lats used for pulling the suit on, oddly there doesn't appear to be a zipper or anything to keep it shut, hopefully it'll make sense once he puts it on. Through the opening he spied that the enhanced poser meat isn't just there for show, impressions within the suit ready to accept his own comparatively smaller cock and balls. After a few more minutes of drooling over the lifelike bodybuilder suit he somehow stumbled across, Jacob tosses it aside as he frantically disrobes. He had no idea he'd be stripping down naked to put on this suit, but here he is.
Sitting on the couch he works his bony legs into the juicy quads and calves of the suit their mass making it a tiring effort. Figuring it'd be easiest to stand up for the next part, he hastily jumped to his feet almost falling over in the effort after realizing that he needed to widen his stance. Carefully he situated his twig and two berries and grabbed at the meaty obliques to pull up the glutes, falling into place with a satisfying *pop*. Afterwards, Jacob stands there for a minute to catch his breath. This suit was amazing, but it was also amazingly heavy, the effort to put it on so far a testament to that. He worries if he will be able to support its weight all night, but again his excitement of experiencing as close to what he can imagine a real life fantasy forced him to solider on.
With that he fishes his arms into the mighty biceps, triceps, and forearms, pulling each finger into place in their new veiny wide palmed homes. Taking a deep breath partly due to the exhaustion of now really carrying the full weight of the suit and partly in case he gets struggles with the head, he pulls it over and into place. Delightfully, once it was the back of the suit seemed to snap into place, the opening fading into the mountains and valleys of the wide back. Well alright, Jacob comments to himself, time to check myself out. If he were smart he would have done this in front of a mirror, he thinks to himself. The closest one being just down the hall by the foyer, he starts to walk over. He was clumsy at first, not used to moving with all of this extra dead weight sloshing around, but thankfully as he made his way down the hall, he found himself getting the hang of it. The suit itself seemed to lighten and tighten up as he moved, chocking this up to him getting used to it.
No Way!, Jacob exclaimed immediately recognizing the individual the suit was modeled after, REGAN FUCKING GRIMES!? It was one of his favorite bodybuilders and he looked like him to a T. Jacob's cock, which he managed to tamp down to get into the suit was again at full attention, and with the sleeve it was in, it looked even more massive. He wasn't sure how it would work with it in there, but he had to try. Grasping the rod he was surprised at how sensitive it felt through the material, like it wasn't even there. He started stroking, surprising himself with the power of his grip. He watched his arm has he stroked, the movement of the muscle looking so real, flexing in rhythm as he went. He brought his free arm up to his side and flexed, his bicep exploding with power, the sight enough for him to shoot his load, which came rocketing out of the suit like it were his own member.
Standing there panting from the erotic eruption he just experienced, woah, was all he could say. But that simple word caught Jacob off guard as it wasn't his voice that said it, rather a deeper one with a distinct GTA accent. Without another moment to process, Jacob soon found him being inundated with memories, but not of his own, of Regan's. They melded with his own, leaving him still in control but he knew he wasn't himself anymore, he was Regan, or the version of Regan the suit melded into his own. In a flash of energy, he felt as it rewrote collective history.
So ask yourself, what would you do with the fresh knowledge that you were now in fact the real life embodiment of one of your favorite bodybuilders? Flex of course. And that's what Jacob, err Regan did. He lost track of time watching his muscles flex and roll over each other, their raw, hot power showing through his tanned skin with harsh, depleted reliefs. He looked over at the clock to see it was 11:30, almost time to leave for the exclusive Halloween loft party Regan was invited to, sure to be full of other fitness influencers. One problem though, now that he WAS Regan, he no longer had a costume. Sure, he could show up to any other party simply in his posers, his bodybuilder physique being freaky enough to stand out as a costume in itself, but not this party. This one would be full of other shirtless influencers using the holiday as an excuse to show off their physique in elaborate getups. Luckily, the costume had another trick up its sleeve. It started to inflate.
Regan's muscles, already pumped from the own personal posing routine he just put on for himself, exploded with size, easily doubling, if not tripling his weight. He was enormous, bigger than any living or past bodybuilder. He brought his hands up to his sides as he went to hit a front lat spread. His lats spread wide, almost filling the wide door frame he was standing in while his pecs puffed up and eclipsed his face. His costume was finally finished, “Regan the Human Muscle Morph.” Still looking so real to life in his bloated state, he'll have everyone wondering if his added mass is real or not. Truthfully he'll be wondering too. Only time will tell if the costume has one last trick up its mutated sleeve.
🎃 HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃
ALL SUITS PART 1
He can be hot and cute at the same time with all kind of colors!
The first one tho😍🥺
Can i rip your suit apart SIR?
ALL SUITS PART 2
The King cake🍑
Tell me if there are more of his suit or if i forgot some⚡
ALL SUITS PART 3
The first photo be like: 🧍
ALL SUITS PART 4
The last one tho.... 🥵
'Why didnt I thought of this...' I said to myself. I forgot to refuel my motorcycle... now I sit here and my tank is empty.
I got off and started pushing it down the street. Still 147 miles to the next gas station.
After some time I've heard a truck coming closer. It stopped next to me and the window got let down. A fat man with beard revealed himself.
"Everything okay?", he asked.
"My tank is empty.", I replied.
"I was on my way to the next gas station. Hop in, I can take you with me.", he said smiling.
I was a bit hesitant.
"What about my bike?", I asked.
"We can secure your motorcycle in the trailer."
"That would be great!"
"Allright, you can meet me at the parking spot in front of us."
He drives away and parks about 150 meters in front of me. I push my bike towards it. The trailer is already open as I arrive and the driver gets out of his cabin.
He was a head shorter and definitely older than me.
We stowed my bike and entered the driver cabin again.
"Thank you for taking me with you.", I said when he started the truck.
"It's always a pleasure to help young men in dificult situations.", he replied.
What a wierd response, I thought.
We drove a short time when he started to do small talk.
"I'm Pete. What is your name?", he asked.
"I'm Jordan.", I replied.
"Nice to meet you Jordan. May I ask if you are from around here? I dont see people on a bike her often. Oh, and how old are you? You seem pretty young."
I was getting suspicious of him. Who would ask such things a stranger? Maybe he just doesnt like silence. I shrug.
My testicle started to itch, what an inopportune time, I thought. Maybe I shouldnt have worn my jockstrap today. I pulled on the tight leather around the area to stop the itching.
From the corner of my eye I saw how he was watching me. To distract him I answered.
"No, I'm not from around here. I'm driving through the whole country right now. And I'm 26."
"You could be my son with that age. I'm twice as old as you.", he said and chuckled. "So you're doing a roadtrip. Alone?"
"I started with a friend but he left. Now I'm doing it alone."
"Alright."
Some minutes of silence again. I enjoyed it.
"You can put your feet up if you want. Or take your boots off if they are too uncomfortable or too warm.", he said out of nowhere.
That was strange, but a nice offer.
"Thanks, but they are in fact really comfortable.", I answered.
Silence again, I hope this time for longer.
His phone rang and he picked it up. From his responses it sounded like it was a friend.
"Is it okay for you if we do a small stop soon? I have to pick up a friend?", he asked me after hanging up.
I looked around to find out where he should fit in this cabin. Pete noticed that.
"If you pull the curtains behind you to the side you can see a bed. It would be nice if you stay there until I put him down again.", he said.
"Alright, I'll do it.", I answered.
I pulled the curtains to the side and a gross looking bed got revealed. It had so many stains and chips leftovers. I took a step towards it as I thought that it wouldnt take long but then I felt a sting in my right ass cheek. As I turn around I see how Pete empties a syringe into my butt. I tried to get away but I already started to stumble and fell mostly onto the bed.
Pete parked the truck at the side of the road and closed the window curtains.
"I'm sorry Jordan, but you are really my type.", he said with a dark grin.
I tried to move but I couldnt. i tried to scream but I could only get out a whimper.
"I injected you with my own creation. It paralyzes every muscle except the heart.", he said.
He now took my legs and put them onto the bed so that I laid straight on it. He run his fingers all over my body. From my pecks to my feet. He took the zipper from my one-piece-racing-suit and pulled it down till he reached my belly button. He stared for a long time at my abs and then he started to massage and lick them. It kinda felt good, I didnt had such intimate body contact in a long time. I tried to imagine my girlfriend licking my six pack instead of an old creepy guy but it didnt really work.
As he was finished he grabbed my left foot and pulled my boot off. It kinda turned me on. The second it came off I could smell my feet and it was a strong smell. Hey, I never took them or the suit off the whole last week as they were super comfortable and the motels I stayed at never had a shower.
He raised it to his nose and took some deep breaths. I noticed how his dick raised in his jeans and he noticed too. Ho opened his pants and put his dick out. It was pretty small.
"I'll clean it up. I promise.", he said as he took my gloved hand to wank while sniffing my boot. He shot his load all over my abs. When he finished he took a wet warm rug to clean my body. It felt great. Then he put my boot back on. I hoped that he would make me able to move again as he pulled out another syringe.
"You know Jordan, now that I played with and observed your body, I came to the conclusion that you'll be the new me.", he said.
I was shocked. What does he want? Does he have a body swap machine somewhere? Dear god, I hope not.
"You'll be my first body suit. I got this serum from the black market.", he told me. I tried to move but nothing even twitched. He put the syringe on my neck and with the other hand pressed my cock the last time.
"Dear god, thats huge!", he shouted as he emptied the syringe.
He took a step back to look at me nervously.
I started to feel my body tingle and then it started. I saw how my chest started to deflate, followed by my legs, arms and head. Pete cheered.
As the transformation finished he lifted me, well my empty skin from the bed, causing my biker clothes to slip completely off.
He sniffed my armpit and groaned. After that he took his clothes of and started to feel for my asshole. He went head first into me. At first it hurt but it felt good shortly after. I felt how his chubby legs filled out my muscular legs, how his fat belly pressed against my well formed abs, how his small dick grew to fill up my huge cock and how his beard tingled for a short time as he slipped his head inside mine.
As he finished he let out a loud moan, but it was my voice.
"I cant wait to put all of this on. I'm sorry Jordan that you had to be it but you were totally my type: tall, good looking, muscular and wearing a racing suit.", I heard my voice saying.
So he knew that I'd be conscious after he put me on. I dont want this life as a suit.
He took my jockstrap and my thick wool socks and put them on. The socks were wet and cold. Probably because I wore them non stop even at these high temperatures. He took the suit and put it on. After that he lifted my, now his feet, to smell them one last time before he put my boots on. He finished with my gloves and went back behind the steering weel.
He drove close to the gas station, took my bike, filled it up and drove as myself away.
Now almost 2 months later, I almost got used to being worn. At first it felt really weird, as if I'm the boot but after a while I enjoyed it. I had no duties anymore. Pete only took me off once since that day and I can feel how he enjoys being inside me. He loves wearing my clothes, especially the racing suits and normal suits. He loves driving with the motorcycle through the whole country.
Sometimes, when he feels alone he even talks to me. He knows that I cant answer but he just wants to get things off his chest while knowing that someone is listening.
He took me off at my birthday, maybe because of sympathy or because he didnt know how to act that day if he would've met someone from my old life that day.
Now he is making money off of instagram by posting pictures of him in my body suit to finance his motorcycle trips.
Two as one
"There he is again.", Joe said to AJ.
"Right on time.", AJ answered.
The biker, Tyler, who's living down the street had parked his bike next to the building AJ and Joe are living in. The teenagers watched Tyler get off his motorcycle to sit down on a concrete block next to it. He was casually watching the street while the teenagers were watching him.
The two moved down the stairs and went outside through the side entrance.
Right next to them was Tyler sitting quiet surprised.
"Oh, sorry. I didnt know that there was a door. Am I blocking it? Should I move?", Tyler asked surprised.
"No! No.", Joe answered. "You are right there where we want you."
"Excuse me?", Tyler exclaimed.
"He meant that you always look so lonely when you sit here. Thats why we wanted to ask you if you want to come upstairs to drink coffee or eat a cake with us.", AJ said.
Tyler was hesitant.
"Only if you want.", AJ said emphatically.
"Eh.... yeah, I'm down. I dont have anything to do till 3pm, then I have to go to a biker meetup.", Tyler answered.
He took his helmet and followed the teenagers inside the building.
They went into the elevator and AJ chose their floor.
"I'm Joe by the way and this is AJ.", Joe said to Tyler, pointing at AJ.
"I'm Tyler."
"Nice to meet you Tyler.", AJ said.
The elevator got to a hold and the three went into the apartment.
They walked through it onto the balcony.
"You guys got a nice view over the city.", Tyler said.
"We know. Its beautiful, isnt it?", AJ said sitting down staring at Tyler.
"Yeah... I just said that.", Tyler answered. "If I think about this right now, I dont think this was a good idea to be here. I should le-"
Tyler didnt manage to finish his sentence as Joe suddenly pulled Tyler backwards to the ground to push a rag drenched in chloroform on Tylers mouth and nose. AJ came to help Joe by holding down Tylers arms.
Tyler struggled on the ground trying to break free. He kicked around him in hope to get AJ off of him but with no success.
"You know Tyler, we've been watching you since some time. You in your biker gear isnt something we wouldnt notice.", AJ said.
"Yeah, we wanted to be like you. To be you. To wear your gear. Thats why we brought you up here.", Joe added.
That were the last words Tyler heard before he fell unconscious.
Joe removed the rag from Tylers face.
"He looks so handsome when he's sleeping.", Joe said.
"Yeah, he does."
"Dont you want to get off of him so we can strip him off of his gear?"
AJ ran his hands over Tylers leather jacket and stood up. He grabbed Tyler by his boots and Joe by his arms. Together they brought him inside.
"Do you have the serum?", Joe asked.
"I do!", AJ answered pulling it out of his pocket. He got on his knees and injected the serum into Tylers neck.
It took only a few seconds and Tyler started to deflate. After about 5 minutes all that was left of him was a bodysuit.
Joe pulled Tylers body out of his biker attire. AJ started to play with Tylers boots and gloves.
Both stripped themselves completely naked. Joe to get into the bodysuit and AJ to get into the biker leather.
Joe put his legs inside the bodysuit by stepping into its mouth. Having it already pulled up to his waist he said: "I bet both of us could fit in this. He is so much bigger than both of us.Why dont we go to that biker meetup Tyler told us about together?"
"Great idea.", AJ said. He dropped Tylers gear and stepped into the bodysuit with Joe.
It took a short time to adjust their fingers in the suit. After that they pulled the head-mask over their heads.
"It shouldnt take long for the suit to look normal with two people insi- aaaah!", Joe started to scream as the bodysuit started to merge AJ's and Joe's bodies.
They wound on the ground in pain. The suit started to get back into its old shape. Instead of baggy skin with a slight hint of two legs inside, it formed a nice, muscular leg. The same happened to the rest of the body. After only a few minutes, there was one person laying on the floor, looking like exactly like Tyler. He rubbed his face and stood up.
"Wow, this is crazy.", he said. "We became one. We arent best friends anymore. Now we are one person, looking like that hot biker Tyler."
He walked over to the pile of biker clothes, which now belonged to him. He enjoyed putting it on slowly. He started with the functional underwear, then the pants, boots jacket and gloves. It turned him on, wearing the still moist clothes. He ran his fingers over his new biker gear and body before he grabbed his helmet and keys.
He went into the elevator to get to his new motorcycle. 'I cant wait to drive soon, he thought. I'll drive until its 3pm and then I'll go to the biker meetup.'
Later at the biker meetup, he met new friends who had the same passion for bikes and gear like him. He knew that the best time of his life had just begun.
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Commissioned by @rugito28
Leather jacket by Ann Taylor, gunmetal faux leather bodysuit by Commando, belted no pocket jeans by Venus, leather gloves by Wilsons, sunglasses by Ray-Ban, and over the knee boots by Franco Sarto.
Leather jacket by Ann Taylor, jeans by Levi’s, gunmetal faux leather bodysuit by Commando, and over the knee suede boots by Shein.
Bodies Inc. is officially open now. To start things off we have the body of this young and fit man here for rent. The first customer to come to our shop will be able to rent him for a week, FOR FREE!
(sad to say that anyone related to Bodies Inc. employees won't be eligible for this promo. . . . .although we can give you a different promo ;D)
Yes, please!
Shit. I really should've bought the bodybuilder bodysuit plus, which has more features.
Even though I look this big my strength isn't on par. How would I know that what made it cost more than twice the price.
Atleast the size of my junk is on par with this body. I just hope my hook-ups won't ask to carry them to bed or something.
Secrets to Happiness
“You want me to do what?” Andrea asked, her coffee set aside.
“I know, I know.” Fynn raised his hands in front of himself in an attempt to protect himself from the inevitable judgment to come. “I know it sounds insane—”
“You can say that again.” Andrea scoffed.
“Please Drea? How long have we known each other? I know making up a fake boyfriend and using a picture of a random stranger was a bad idea, but you know my family. They were almost at the point of setting me up with someone, and after the disaster that happened to my cousin Erica, I never want that to happen.”
“Yeah, I get that part. Your family is all kinds of mental, you don’t need to tell me twice. It’s the rest of it! How do you expect me, your very female best friend, to pretend to be that huge, gorgeous hunk you showed me a picture of?”
Fynn pulled out a fancy-looking box from under his chair and placed it carefully on the table in front of Andrea. “That’s where this comes in. Open it.”
She did just that. Fynn had already told her what would be inside, but actually, seeing it was a whole different story. Inside was what looked like a person, one that matched the photo exactly, except it was flat and hollow, as if you could climb inside if you wanted to. And that was exactly what he was asking his friend to do.
Andrea sat for a few moments as she studied the suit. It was a strange thing, unlike anything she’d seen before. The outside felt as real as anything, skin and hair and muscle that would be hers soon, if she did as Fynn was asking. According to him, it was cutting-edge tech the company he worked for had developed. It wasn’t due to go on sale for another couple of weeks, but as one of the lead designers for it, they had given Fynn permission to create one for himself for free before they went on sale. She was really going to do this, wasn’t she?
Andrea stood suddenly and grabbed the box. “You know what? Fine, I’ll do it. But only because this,” she shook the box, “is nuts, and you know I’m always up for doing something crazy. Plus, if I’m going to be a guy at all, it’s this hunk. Like damn Fynn, you really know how to pick a fake boyfriend.”
Fynn let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. Seriously, this means so much that you're willing to do this Drea. I have no idea what I’d do without you.”
“You’d be passed out on the side of the road somewhere after another one of your stupid ideas, that’s what.” Andrea called as she left the room to try the suit on.
Once she was alone in Fynn’s bedroom, she set the box down and pulled the suit out to get a better look at it. It really was impressive. With all the muscle and extra height, it felt like it was almost three times her size. She spread it out flat on the bed and turned to look at herself in a nearby mirror, the last time she’d likely see her normal female face for the next week.
“Here goes nothing.” Andrea said as she turned back towards the suit and slowly stripped.
Drea’s legs slipped in first and she marvelled as the suit almost instantly felt tight, then as if it wasn’t there at all seconds later. She let the rest of the suit hang from her waist as she admired the new bulk and dark skin that looked so out of place on her otherwise slender frame. The next step was possibly the biggest one, the one that would temporarily get rid of her feminine assets and replace them with their male counterparts. She sighed and pulled the front of the suit up so she could slip her arms in and bring it up and over her shoulders.
As the back sealed itself closed, an involuntary moan escaped her lips as her whole upper body shifted rapidly as the suit absorbed it. Once it settled, new muscle that matched her legs covered her new self, though if the 11 inch cock and heavy balls between her legs were anything to go by ‘her’ wouldn’t be all that accurate for much longer.
Much to her amusement, she quickly realised her chest was actually bigger now than it was in her normal female body. She’d never been all that gifted in the chest department, not that she had particularly cared, but now as she bounced her new pecs, Drea was realising what she’d been missing out on. And the hair! The trail that went up over her abs from this guy’s cock and covered his tits felt alien and amazing at the same time. On her female body, it would’ve been gross. Drea got waxed regularly, but it felt so right on this male one.
One last step, the head. There was no going back once she did. She’d be a man for the next week for the wedding, and not just any man either. Fynn’s boyfriend. Somehow, that idea felt more appealing than it had earlier. She pulled the suit's head over her own, not wanting to waste any more time as she temporarily said goodbye to her female self.
“Pictures really didn’t do this body justice, huh?” Drea said once the suit settled enough to let him see properly. Fynn had picked well, that was for damn sure.
“Hey Fynn, get in here!” He called, the deeper voice a welcome surprise.
Fynn had been pacing nervously since Drea disappeared to put the suit on, and by the sounds of the deep voice that came from his room, his temporary boyfriend was ready.
Fynn stopped short when he walked through the door. The sight of the gorgeous stud he’d chosen stood there, hands on very naked hips and with a smug grin on his face, went straight to Fynn’s cock. That was until he remembered it was his best friend inside the guy’s body. His female best friend.
“Shit Andrea! What’re you doing??” Fynn turned away, a furious blush rising over his face.
“Oh please,” Andrea slid on a pair of Fynn’s underwear and shorts from a nearby drawer. “Nothing you haven’t seen on yourself already. Oh, and you probably shouldn’t call me Andrea for the next week, not exactly fighting, is it?” he said, gesturing down at his new body.
“Andy then? That’s similar enough that it’ll be easy to remember.”
“Oh, come on, that’s boring! I was thinking something a little more interesting, Silas perhaps?” he responded, a questioning eyebrow raised.
“You’re really getting into this, aren’t you?”
“Yeah bro!” Silas said with a grin, “Now come on, I’m going to need new clothes if we’re spending an entire week in Italy for this thing.”
Fynn frowned slightly as he followed his new fake boyfriend out of the room. Maybe Andrea was a little too into being Silas.
***
Two days later…
“You ready to head in?” Silas asked as their taxi pulled to a stop outside the beachside mansion where they’d be staying for the week.
“Nope.” Fynn said, as he stepped out of the taxi.
“Look, it’s going to be fine, okay? As long as you remember not to call me Andrea, that is!” Silas laughed as he took Fynn’s hands in his own. “We don’t want another incident like on the plane here. That poor stewardess was so confused. Say it all again?”
Fynn sighed and looked up at Silas. “Whilst we’re here, you're Silas, the guy I’ve been dating for the last 7 months, not Andrea. We met at the gym when you helped me with my form, then we became gym buddies.”
“Exactly. Now, shall we grab our bags and head inside?”
Fynn nodded and slipped Silas’ arm around his waist as they followed the concierge inside with their bags. He told himself it was to make the lie believable and not because he loved the feeling of being pulled close to his friend's massive body. They’d discussed their backstory on the plane, having something concrete they both agreed on was far better than one of them making it up on the spot. Andrea has also insisted they act as if she were Silas the entire time, whether or not they were around other people. Fynn had been nervous to agree to that one, but Andrea/Silas eventually convinced him it would help both of them not to slip up.
They stopped briefly in the lobby to check in at the front desk. Everything had been pre-booked for them as part of the wedding party. Fynn shoved Silas away from him with a laugh when he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows, they’d just been told their room had one king-sized bed that they’d be sharing and apparently his fake boyfriend decided it was funny to tease him about it.
Once they’d been given their room keys, both men decided it was time to go collapse in bed, jet lag was a bitch after all. The sound of footsteps and a familiar woman’s voice from behind them stopped them halfway up the stairs out of the lobby. “Fynn? Is that you, sweetie?”
They turned to see Fynn’s parents were standing at the bottom of the stairs, warm smiles on their faces, as they waited for Fynn and his ‘boyfriend’ to join them.
“Hey mum, dad, I’d like you to meet my, um, boyfriend. This is Silas, the guy I’ve been telling you about.”
Silas stepped forward, a hand extended towards the couple he’d met plenty of times before as Andrea. She knew ‘Silas’ would be pulled into a hug, but he had to pretend he’d never met them before to keep the lie going. “Nice to finally meet you Mr and Mrs Haversford.”
“Oh, please,” Fynn’s mother said, as she pulled Silas into a tight hug. “Call me Sarah, and this is my husband, Terry. We’re so happy to meet the man that finally caught our boy.” She let go and held him at arm's length, her eyes travelling over his body in a thorough inspection. “And what a man he is! Fynn, you really picked well with this one.”
“Oh, my god, mum!” Fynn pulled Silas back and pushed himself between Silas and his mother, a blush rising over his face as she laughed at his sudden intervention. “Please stop flirting with my boyfriend! Look, we’re super tired from the flight, so we’re going to go crash for a few hours and we’ll see you two for dinner, okay?”
“Is ‘crash’ code for sex? Some new term they’re using nowadays?” Sarah lent over and whispered to her husband. Unfortunately for Fynn, his mother had never been a very good judge of how quiet a whisper should be.
Fynn’s eyes went wide. Without thinking, he turned and buried his head into Silas’ neck, willing the ground to swallow him up right where he stood. His parents discussing his sex life was never something he wanted to hear, even if he and Silas weren’t actually fucking. “I better get him upstairs before he explodes, lovely to meet the two of you.” Silas chuckled as he guided Fynn back up to the stairs.
Terry took Silas’ hand. “Okay son, we’ll see you later. Glad you could clear your schedule enough to be here this week.”
“Um, yeah, right, of course. I wouldn’t miss it.” He followed Fynn up the stairs. “Anyway, see you later!” he said with a wave behind him.
***
The week with Silas was one of the best Fynn had experienced in a long time. He had to keep reminding himself when he woke up with a muscular arm wrapped around his waist it wasn’t his boyfriend; it was Andrea in a suit, doing him possibly the biggest favour ever. But he sure as hell could enjoy the feeling for a few minutes and had to face reality, right? It was easy to play out the fantasy that they were really a couple sometimes. When they were sitting alone at dinner, laughs and jokes thrown around as they always did, would Fynn let himself forget and just enjoy the moment alone with Silas, his boyfriend? Maybe. It wasn’t exactly hurting anyone, so he didn’t really see the problem with indulging himself just a little.
It was at the beach a couple of days before the wedding where Fynn started to realise he might have gotten in over his head.
Fynn was lying on the beach, content to relax, read, and try to probably fail at getting any sort of tan. Silas had gone off to swim, Andrea had always loved the sea, so it didn’t surprise Fynn that Silas had spent half his time here down at the beach.
Fynn looked up when he heard footsteps approaching to see Silas headed back towards him, and what a sight it was. Wet shorts clung to him like a second skin, sparing no detail of the muscular thighs and tight ass underneath them. Water trailed down over sculpted pecs and biceps as Silas slowly slid his sunglasses off and winked at Fynn, who panicked and desperately tried to hide the raging boner his boyfriend had given him.
Fake boyfriend. Fuck.
“Someone’s happy to see me.” Silas grinned as he caught up with where Fynn had started to pack up their towels.
“Please, please shut up.” Fynn begged, as he shoved their towels into the bag they’d bought with them, refusing to look up at Silas.
Fynn shivered as he felt Silas’ breath beside his ear, suddenly aware of the immense body crouched over his own. “If it’s any consolation,” Silas whispered, his voice almost a moan in Fynn’s ear, “I’m happy to see you too.”
The tension snapped in an instant when Fynn stood up, bag clutched over his throbbing length, in an attempt to hide it from the rest of the people on the beach. “Silas, or Andrea, or whatever, you cannot be serious right now!”
“Yeah, um, sorry. Not serious. Just fucking with you, yeah that's it, just fucking with you. Shall we go? I think your sister wanted to meet up with us or something.”
“Yeah, you go ahead,” Fynn waved a hand towards the hotel, “I’ll be right behind you.”
All Fynn knew, as he followed his ‘boyfriend’ inside, unable to stop himself from staring at the round globes of Silas’ ass as he walked, was that he was totally fucked. And not in the fun way.
***
Fynn had got caught up making sure his sister didn’t have a last-minute panic the day of the wedding, so he’d only been able to get dressed up when Silas was already done. He’d given Fynn a playful slap on the ass as he left their room, saying he’d wait at the hotel bar to grab both of them a drink before they headed out to the wedding.
Fynn had leapt into his suit as fast as possible, a gorgeous blue and gold floral jacket he’d found a few weeks ago. His sister had insisted guys weren’t allowed to wear plain black, so he’d been lucky to find this. He sped off to meet Silas once he was ready, not wanting to take any chance that he’d be late.
Once he arrived he stopped and smiled at the sight of his boyfriend stood at the bar, sharp suit they’d picked out the day before they left and drink in hand as he waited. Silas motioned him over with a nod down at the bar at the drink that sat waiting.
“Hey,” Fynn said as he approached, eyes inspecting every curve of his boyfriend’s body in the tight fit of the suit. “That suit fits you pretty well, huh?”
“Yeah, it does, doesn't it? These clothes are pretty nice too.” Silas waved a hand down at his jacket and winked before he reached out and straightened Fynn’s tie, “You, though, you look stunning in that jacket, babe.”
Fynn blushed and looked down, both to inspect his tie and so he could avoid looking Silas in the eyes. “Thanks.”
When Fynn looked back up, Silas’ face was inches from his own, close enough to feel each other's breath on their lips. An eternity passed, with neither being brave enough to move closer, but at the same time, neither being brave enough to pull away.
Fynn’s mother’s voice broke the silence. “Fynn, Silas? We’re heading out now, you coming?”
Fynn pulled away like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head. “Yeah mum, we’re coming.”
***
Two weeks later…
Fynn had been standing outside Andrea’s door for the last 20 minutes, unable to pull up the courage to knock. They’d parted awkwardly once they got off the plane home. Silas had dashed off to a nearby bathroom to change, and as soon as Andrea stepped out in his place, the bubble they’d been in for the last week burst in an instant. They were back to how they’d always been, Fynn and Andrea, only now with the knowledge of the flirting and the almost kiss. She’d at least left him with the suit and all the clothes. He’d tried it on once, just to see how it felt, but the sight of Silas’ face in the mirror had been too strange for him to want to try it again.
Now, though, now he just wanted his boyfriend back. Even if it hadn’t been real, it certainly felt like it was sometimes. And if he was right, that’s exactly why Andrea had run off and not spoken to him since. He thought, or hoped at least, that Andrea had enjoyed being Silas a little too much, enough that she’d consider becoming him once again. Fynn was done waiting. He’d agonised over whether he was right for two weeks. It was time to find out for sure.
He knocked and waited.
The door opened a few moments later. “Fynn? What’re you—?” Andrea started, until she looked down and noticed the familiar box in Fynn’s hands, “Oh. It’s about time we talked about that, huh?” She stepped to the side to let him move past her into the flat. “Come on in. The girls are here, but they know everything so…”
Fynn stopped in the entrance to the living room and turned back to her. “You told them? Everything?” Andrea nodded. “Shit okay.”
“Can we see it?” One of Andrea’s friends called from the sofa. “Yeah! Go put it on!”
Fynn turned to Andrea and shrugged. “Up to you.”
“Yeah, sure I’ll put it on again.” Andrea said, as she took the offered box. “I’ve missed this these last couple weeks.”
“What’d you miss?”
“Oh, you know,” Andrea wandered off towards her bedroom to change, “the muscle, the body hair, everything really. Having the biggest cock I’ve ever seen between my legs was pretty fun too.” She winked over her shoulder, then a second later, her bedroom door was closed. All Fynn could do now was wait along with the girls for his boyfriend.
“So,” Fynn said once Andrea stepped back out of the bedroom as Silas, “What made you freak out after we got back? I think I know, but I need to hear it from you.”
Silas grinned, “I want to be your boyfriend again. But I guess you’d already worked that out.”
“That’s why I bought the suit with me after all.” Fynn ran a hand over Silas’ clothed chest as the distance between them closed. “We can have some fun for a little while, enjoy being Fynn and Silas instead of Fynn and Andrea.”
Silas shook his head. “Not just for a little while. Permanently. If you’ll have me?”
The long pause that followed as Fynn’s brain tried to catch up with the situation was broken when one of the girls spoke, “Fynn babe, if you don’t kiss him right this second I’m gonna have to ruin a lifelong friendship and kiss him myself.”
That was all the motivation to grab Silas by the lapels of his jacket and tug him downwards into the kiss they’d both been fantasising about for weeks. The girls' cheers faded into nothing as their lips moved over each others. It was slow at first, both still unsure of themselves, but as their confidence grew, so did the heat of their kiss. Fynn revelled in the feeling of Silas’ beard against his chin, and Silas’ hands pulling their bodies flush against each other only added to the feeling. He could feel a hard length pressed against his own, and a slight roll of the larger man’s hips made it clear that they were both aware of their growing arousal. Eventually but reluctantly, their foreheads came to rest against each other when they were forced to part for air, both panting heavily and grinning like school children.
“Hate to interrupt the moment, but we’re gonna leave because we don’t want to be here to watch you two fuck. Andrea, nope Silas, we still love you even if you are a filthy traitor for becoming a dude.” the girls said on their way towards the front door. “Don’t forget the present!” the two men heard one of them shout just before the front door slammed closed.
“I might have got you something, with a little help from the girls.” Silas said once they were alone. “Come on, I’ll show you.”
Fynn followed as Silas led them into his bedroom and over to the bed. Once there, Fynn watched Silas crouch down and reach underneath to pull out a box, a box that Fynn recognised all too well.
Fynn moved over beside the other man and ran a hand over the lid of the box. “You didn’t.”
“I did.”
“Can I?” Fynn lifted the corner of the lid slightly, then looked back for Silas’ approval.
“Go for it, I have a feeling you’ll enjoy it.”
Fynn tossed the lid off and pulled out the body suit that lay safely under a couple of layers of bubble wrap. Before he got a good look at it a large pair of hands covered his eyes. His new boyfriend was clearly up to something.
“I don’t want you to see it until you’ve got it on, okay? Part of the surprise.”
“Okay? You’re going to have to help me get into it then, not exactly an easy thing to do with my eyes closed.”
Fynn was right. It was slightly awkward at first. Fynn had to put all his weight on Silas’ shoulders as he was guided one leg at a time into the suit. From there, it got easier. The suit came up over his waist so he could fit his upper body in through the gap in the back. Silas had to step in when Fynn tried to put his head where an arm should go, but that was quickly corrected and the back sealed itself shut without issue.
Fynn still had to keep his eyes closed as Silas moved him over to a mirror; he was itching to open them and find out what he looked like now.
It took him a second to work out what about it felt so familiar about the face in the mirror once he was allowed to open his eyes, then it hit him. “I’m me, but—”
“But with a little less muscle and the biggest ass they’d let me give you.” Silas finished. “Welcome to your new twink life.”
“Jesus, you really had fun designing this, didn’t you?” Fynn said, as he admired the two massive globes in the mirror. He jumped on the spot once, then again and again, unable to take his eyes off his ass as it bounced and jiggled each time. “Fuck, this thing is crazy.”
Silas ran a hand over Fynn’s butt and squeezed, a cheeky grin spreading over his face at the involuntary moan that came from the other man’s lips. “I might have thrown the sensitivity up to its max too…”
“I hope you don’t have plans for this weekend babe, because there is a zero percent chance we’re leaving this bed.” Fynn collapsed back onto the soft mattress, with Silas being quick to follow and climb over the smaller man. “Now shut the hell up and fuck me already, would you?”
Inkslingers Ball, Hollywood Palladium, September 2002
Inkslingers Ball, Hollywood Palladium, September 2002
Some of the most beautiful black/geometric work I've ever seen.
Inkslingers Ball, Hollywood, September 2006
A senior tattooed lady proudly shows off her lovely body suit; Body Art Expo, Ventura, CA, November 2007
Woman covered with traditional-style tattoos; Body Art Expo, Pomona, CA, January 2009.