#unlock my glutes

[mrwavellswaps]

Becoming His Type

Jamie had just been sat and having a couple drinks at the local gay bar when a man walk in who immediately caught his eye. He was fairly tall and lean with young handsome features. But most notably he was wearing a very sharp looking suit. Not a cheap one that was for sure. The man sat down a few seats across from Jamie and ordered a drink. Short and stylish brown hair, perfect porcelain skin, dark stubble coating his face, impeccable sense of style. He was Jamie’s type. So much so that he couldn’t resist shooting his shot. Part of him expected to be shot down right away. After all Jamie never felt like he was anything special. Skinny and pretty average looking, small in most departments and a rather mundane work life. And yet after 10 minutes of talking and laughing the suited man, who’s name turned out to be Leo, grabbed his hand and led Jamie out of the bar so they could head back to his place.

Judging by the attire alone Jamie assumed this guy must’ve had a nice place as well and boy was he right. Soon enough he was standing outside a huge fancy looking place with a gorgeous view as Leo fiddled with his keys until he’d finally unlocked the front door. The two made their way inside and Jamie was just as blown away by the interior as Leo guided them though the place.

Upon arriving at the bedroom, Jamie was last to enter so he turned to close the door behind them. Only when he turned back around, he didn’t have a second to react as Leo slapped what felt sort of like a sticky note on his forehead. “Hey what is-OOUUhhhGghhhHHhh…” Jamie moaned involuntarily as his entire body started to convulse.

“I’ll be honest. You aren’t really my type. But you did seem the most into me at that bar so I thought I’d fix that…” Leo took a step back as he pawed at crotch and watched the transformation begin.

Jamie’s grunts filled the room as his body quickly started the change. His height shot up several inches placing him well above six foot causing his shirt and pants to ride up. His skinny noodle arms quickly started to bulk up, growing larger and thicker by the second. What were once lanky chicken legs began to bulge with insane size, pumping up not only his thighs and calves but his glutes as well! Not to mention his back and shoulders widening while a plump pair of muscle tits began making themselves known. As his muscles continued to swell and rip apart Jamie’s clothes, his pale skin darkened significantly as it filled with melanin giving it a rich brown pigment. All the while his facial features shifted such as his lips growing fuller and nose becoming broader. Even his wavy hair became darker and more wiry before restyling itself into dreads. His hulking body managed to rip through his pants and underwear just in time to give Leo a full view as Jamie’s small dick thickened and elongated to monstrous proportions while his balls grew fat and heavy.

The tag that’d been stuck to Jamie’s forehead fell off at last as his transformation came to an end. “Huh? What the… fuck did you do!?” Jamie bellowed in shock, slightly started by his much deeper voice. “My body… my skin…”

“I made you my type.” Leo grinned as he knelt down to pick up the small piece of paper that’d caused this. “I used one of these handy magic tags on you. This one in particular can turn anyone into a massive black jock.” He said while gesturing towards Jamie’s gigantic new form. “Now how’s about you get over here and stuff me full with that big black cock of yours!”

Jamie wanted to protest but… how could he? He might not have asked for it but this body… it was everything he ever wished he could be. Tall. Buff. Hung. Plus he’d alway kinda wonder what it’d be like to be a black dude. How could he ever be mad about this! Instead he simply allowed Leo to grab him by his giant dick and tug him towards the bed with heavy footsteps!

———

The next morning Jamie was the first to get up. Not much of a surprise considering how he’d destroyed Leo’s hole after depositing three fat loads in there last night. He grabbed the large pair of pyjama bottoms Leo had prepared for him yesterday and pulled them on, still baffled by how such a massive pair of bottoms could fit his new body.

It’d dawned on him that during all the fucking last night, he’d hardly gotten a look at his new face so he headed straight for the bathroom. And he wasn’t disappointed. The man he saw staring back at him was gorgeous. An upgrade from his former self in every way.

Not only was he handsome but was powerful too. He could feel it. These huge muscles weren’t just for show, that was for sure. Every movement he made felt like it had so much weight behind it. And just the way he towered over everything now was intoxicating. Not to mention how even with these baggy ass pyjama bottoms, his new cock was still making a hell of a bulge. And he wasn’t even hard! At that point he just couldn’t stop himself from slipping a hand under the waistband and jerking it a little.

“Ohhh yeah. I could definitely get used to this.” Jamie smirked. “Could probably use a new name though…” He thought as he turned around and pulled his bottoms down slightly to get a look at his thick new ass cheeks, jiggling them a little. “How about… Jabari! Yeahhhhh that sounds good.”

With that Jabari made his way back into the bedroom to see Leo slowly beginning to stir. With a cocky grin he slid back into bed with the man that’d given him this perfect body and wrapped his huge arms around him. “So… I take it we’ll be on for a second date?”

“Absolutely.” Leo confirmed before letting out a small yelp as he felt one of Jabari’s thick fingers sink into his still throbbing hole. Satisfied in having gotten the huge black soon to be boyfriend he desired.

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Day 27: 90 Day Challenge 🎀

yesterday was a pretty good day. However, I only slept 4 hours last night due to late night caffiene intake, and I am feeling it this morning. Hopefully, I'll be able to get some stuff done today and now rot in bed all day.

🏋‍♀️ Physical Health

gym glute day for 1.5 hours

walked home 25+ minutes

cooked pita bread pizzas for the first time (delicious!)

🧠 Mental Health

I dont remember if I did anything for my mental health yesterday, but I don't think I did

♥️ Emotional Health

again, can't recall anything specific at the moment

📚 Intellectual Health

I know for a fact I did nothing for my intellectual health yesterday even tho I know I gotta start doing something for it

🏘 Adulting

went to brunch with my dad

got my unemployment account unlocked

applied for unemployment

bought groceries

picked up some paperwork from my job about the temporary unemployment

video called my boyfriend

rescheduled two night meeting with my mentors

🥰 Self Love/Care

morning skincare

I litteraly can't remember anything right now omg

my brain feels like it's malfunctioning right now due to lack of sleep and whatnot. If I remember anything else from yesterday, I will edit this post to add to it. get your beauty sleep, girlies, cause lack of sleep is no fun!!

til next time lovelies 🩷

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new part of my house unlocked ✨ ft. the braids i’ve slept in for the past two nights lol

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[ronearoundblindly]

The First Eighty-Three Hours (2)

Moves (see previous or series)

It Had to Be You series featuring CEO!Steve Rogers x CEO!reader

Summary: It's a beautiful morning until a crisis arises.

Warnings: cursing and suggestive language, Steve being too f***ing cute because I gave up fighting it, mentions of a non-fatal incident oversees WC 3623

There are two white pills and a glass of water staring at you when your eyes open.

Cheeky, but appreciated.

There’s no movement behind you, only a fluffy blanket draped from your shoulders to your toes. Steve isn’t in bed anymore, and a whirring sound wafts in from the living room, accompanied by the scent of freshly-brewed coffee.

In the safety behind thick blackout curtains and a cool blue glow of morning, you take your meds and water. The whirring stops, replaced by grunting.

What the hell is he doing out there?

You debate putting your bra back on—even though it’s a rather fancy one that would not compliment the very old baseball tee that hits you mid-thigh—but decide who cares if he can see your nipples when he spent all night within reach of them. Your head hurts anyway. Priorities.

Coffee is in the air, so you make your way out of the cave.

Pushups, that’s what he’s doing. Pushups with a clap at the pinnacle. He’s prone beside his bike machine and punching bag. His home gym is set up behind the couch so he can watch TV. Steve’s still in only boxers, face parallel with the ground as his muscles strain across his arms and down his rippling back. You can’t help but lick dry lips and wonder if you’ll get to keep watching him all morning (and where the mugs are).

The coffee pot makes a clack when replaced in its hot plate, and Steve startles, palms landing on the floor harder than before.

He’s not angry. He grins from ear to ear, clamoring off the floor to stride over.

“Mornin,’ precious,” his deep voice rumbles as he closes all of the distance between you and bends down.

He almost connects before you turn and push him away. “EW, no! Have you no shame?”

“What,” he laughs, grabbing the hand in his face to kiss it instead.

“It’s bad enough I was…I overdid it last night, but please don’t add the second terrible impression of morning breath. My heart can’t take it, Steve.”

He kisses the hand again and reluctantly lets it go as you scurry away to the other side of the kitchen island, mug in tow.

“Fair warning,” he adds, pointing to the coffee, “that will not make your breath better.”

He chuckles, but it’s not funny to you. You were supposed to be cute and sexy and elegant. Instead, you have bedhead and dragon breath and men’s clothes on, but damn, do you need this coffee.

Steve mentions something about breakfast—eggs, you think he says—while you hear a phone buzz.

“Is that you?”

“Don’t know,” he shrugs.

That’s unlike him; he’s as glued to his phone as you are. Where is your phone?

You’re swiveling around, frantically trying to remember what you did with all your things last night, when you see it plugged into a charger on the TV console.

“Don’t,” he pleads, “let’s just have a nice—“

“Why are there four missed calls from Pepper? Did she call you, too?” You frantically unlock it and speed-read the messages. “Steve, what the hell?”

“I told her we’d address it when she has more information but otherwi--“

“Hey, Pep, I’m here,” you say the instant she answers, “what’s going on?”

“There’s been an accident. The joint factory in Galmira.”

“Yes, I know the one.” You return to stand beside the island. Steve’s already given up and returned to the stove, a copious display of glutes and thighs aimed right at your still slightly swimming vision.

Focus.

“There are injuries,” she continues. “Tony’s already flying there.”

“Shit,” you mutter, switching straight into problem-solving mode with only one sip of coffee in you, “okay.”

“I know Rogers wanted to wait to get the lay of the land,“ Pep continues while you throw a glare so forceful at Steve’s back, you swear he hunches under the heat of it without having turned around, “but I’m—I’d like you on a few of these calls since we don’t know which products or equipment malfunctioned.”

“Right.” You race back to the bedroom.

“And then we can split off getting answers from there…”

While she rattles off any other details she can think of, all you have is your dress from last night, staring at you from the pile placed on your side of the bed—nope, not your side, just the side you slept on for one night. A dress with a very wide neckline won’t do for video calls on a Saturday morning (or for speaking to a bunch of men from the Middle East), so you improvise and fish a black tank top from one of Steve’s drawers and tear a white button down off a hanger in Steve’s closet. He’s eyeing you questioningly before you toss the phone to him, damned if you’re worried about Pep’s judgment of being in his apartment. You have work to do.

“Potts, it’s me. She’s dressing. What’s—has Tony landed yet?—yeah—“ Steve wanders back out to the kitchen while you hurriedly change. “Ok, I can do that—yes. Yes. I’ll be at my phone now, too.”

You steal a black belt to synch at your waist, fold out the collar, roll up the sleeves, and set to using your touch-up makeup from last night as a full-face look. Your date jewelry adds enough of a feminine touch that the effect isn’t half bad…from the hips up. Otherwise, you’re still in his boxer briefs and some borrowed socks because the floors are chilly, but no one will know while you sit at a desk chair.

You’re booting up Steve’s desktop in the ‘away office’ within five minutes.

Pepper has already sent six texts with more instructions and details, but you’re tired and a little hungover. You’re squinting at your phone and the computer screen wearily.

Steve brings in your abandoned coffee, phone, and a plate of scrambled eggs, flipping the fork around for you to take.

“That’s nice but I can’t fucking see, so—“

He sets the mug down and, with his other hand, pulls out a pair of readers from the pen holder by the computer.

That will do.

He doesn’t have to say anything. You know he’s wishing you luck. You know he’ll be handling a different angle of this from the other side of the apartment, but you wish you had time to thank him. You’ll have to tease him about being your assistant when this is over. That moment feels so far away.

Five hours, a translator, and almost ten supervisors, floor managers, safety officers, and engineers later, you have a better idea of what happened in the factory, but you still don’t know why.

Tony found unsafe materials. “They’ve switched it. They’re painting flammable lining in containers transporting—you guessed it—flammable shit!”

It’s not the agreed material in the contract, not allowed or supposed to be used in the capsules and armaments.

Once you were set up on conference calls, Pep pivoted to PR, joining Steve for news interviews lined up all afternoon.

Your next job is figuring out where in the supply change the wrong material was manufactured and used. How long has it been going on? How many transport capsules have been shipped (and refilled and shipped again) with the faulty lining? Nightmare stuff. You’ve been a CEO for less than twenty-four hours.

Your morning translator has to go; it’s the third shift there, so another has to be coordinated stateside. That’s when you realize you haven’t even gotten up to pee, and you look over at the water and lunch at the edge of the glass desk that Steve brought in…when was that? An hour ago? Two?

When the next contact says they’ll be available in a bit, you take the chance to duck out of the office. You’re almost caught on live, national television pants-less but dive into the hall bathroom just in time. Jake Tapper and all his viewers do not need to see that. Today feels like a rough enough first-, second-, whatever-impression, and it’s not even over.

You finish in the bathroom and try to listen for their interview to conclude, but it goes on forever since Tony has phoned in from Galmira with updates and corrections to earlier reporting.

You hear footsteps.

“Psst, Bosslady,” Topaz whispers while knocking on the door to the office.

You open up to show her where you actually are. She carries your briefcase and a bag of clothes for you. Wonderful. Not embarrassing in the slightest to be found in a man’s shirt and underwear the day after you’re promoted, to say nothing of the fact you are in his apartment that way. You still thank her profusely, and she says she’ll be back ‘again’ later.

How many times has she been here today? Steve must have called her in and given her instructions to go to your apartment and get some things. Good lord, it’s just all bad, no matter how you try to spin it in your mind.

There’s no time to change fully, so you pull on the first bottoms you see in the bag and sneak back into the office.

By 7 PM you know it all came down to gas prices and profit. The correct substance to line the containers safely weighs more than the bad material, and rather than lose out on the lucrative contract established with Stark Industries, one factory produced the lighter material before shipping it to Galmira. The truckers spent less on transport, and the origin factory shared the extra savings.

The actual cleanup of this mess will take weeks, but there’s nothing more you can do right now. None of the injuries were life-threatening, and there were no casualties. You’ll have to take that as a win even though it does not feel like one.

You’ve been in Steve’s office so long that the night sky through the tall windows disorients you.

You hear him bolt off the couch at the sound of the door and rush over to you. He cradles your face, and the very first thing he says is “you were amazing today.”

It feels like you’ve been knocked down by an explosion. It feels like you’re responsible for people getting hurt. It feels like you should have seen it coming or noticed something was off before.

Steve pulls you into a hug that crushes all those feelings to dust. He still smells like pure comfort, and damn it, you need to find out what that means.

“All important question, precious,” Steve mutters into your hair, “what do you do to wind down? Because you’ve earned it tenfold.” He pulls back only to fiddle with your earring, letting it drag and dangle along your neck and his fingers. He does have a tactile obsession.

“Go home usually,” you sigh. A shower, now that you consider you’re likely still covered in alcohol sweat from last night.

“If that’s what you want,” Steve allows with a smile, “or you could let me take care of you…”

You ignore how thick the air becomes between you, how warm the back of his fingers are on your neck, how really fucking good he smells. “You want to watch trashy TV and eat ice cream? Doesn’t sound up your alley, Rogers.”

He shrugs.

“I just like that you’re here. You were amazing today,” he repeats. For a moment, you'd forgotten this man already confessed to being in love with you. “I don’t think they’ve even finished filing the paperwork and your day off—“

“—our day off—“

“Yeah,” Steve glows at your choice of words, “our day got shot to hell. I really want to promise you that there will be more time for us, but—“

“You can’t.”

You’d think less of him if he tried to promise that because you know Steve as a rational man who doesn’t sugarcoat anything…which is why all these small, romantic touches feel so intense. You’re amazing? He wants to take care of you? He wants to run his company with you? The moment—hell, the last few weeks—has been surreal.

Steve looks dejected for a moment, his response coming low and intimate in the mere inches between you. “I can’t believe none of this has put you off me yet.”

His brooding is adorable. How can such a large man be so cute? That’s not a fair outlier in the human race.

You have to deflect or you’ll just attack him right there in the hall, in his clothes, in sweatpants, without having a proper shower. It just won’t do.

“If that is your way of telling me there is no ice cream here…” you drawl.

He peers at you through his long lashes. “Only vanilla.”

“Oh,” you hiss dramatically, “you’re gonna have to do better than that, Stevie.”

Something about the way you say his name triggers his boyish energy, and he alights with ideas to please you. “Chocolate syrup? Caramel? Candy pieces?”

Steve’s even cuter trying to salvage your mood. It’s as overwhelming as the tedious workday was.

“Do you have any of those things?” You have to grab his hand still playing at your earring. It’s distracting.

“Give me a half hour,” he beams, then his eyes go soft. He grips at your hand gently. “You’ll stay?” There’s that intimate voice again. He’s got no right to be that invested in your happiness, but that strange olfactory comfort envelops you like a blanket and drips down your spine.

You sheepishly nod, infected by Steve’s excitement as he releases any bit of you he’s still touching and commands that you take your time to take care of yourself until the order comes.

He hasn’t completely left ‘bossy’ behind, apparently.

For a man so into his physical fitness, holy moly Steve Rogers bought a lot of candy. His excuse is that he forgot to ask your favorite before you got in the shower, but he’s already opened three bags of various things and seems to be ‘testing’ the flavors with his own bowl of ice cream. From his face when you walk back into the kitchen—in your own sweatpants and his t-shirt again because Topaz didn’t bring your pajamas, both a good and bad thing, you guess—Steve is not a fan of sour gummies or crunchy candy in his boring sweet treat.

Take care of you? The spread looks like he’s taking care of an army.

Your relaxing shower may have given you a small boost, but you’re still exhausted from the day’s whiplash.

He lets you dole out your choices from the makeshift buffet and puts the carton back in the freezer while you tuck yourself into the couch. The TV remains off because the view of the city from his floor-to-ceiling windows is spectacular. You can see his reflection in the panes, too, and catch Steve pausing at the counter to look at you and smile.

It isn’t the ice cream that sends a shiver racing up your spine; it’s that little look of pure adoration that has you fluttering with a different kind of anxiety.

You expect him to take the other side of the couch and face you, but instead, he plops down on the middle cushion and makes a gesture for you to stretch your legs out over his lap. He keeps his bowl held high until you’re situated and he’s satisfied. You both snack in silence for a few minutes. Occasionally, Steve looks out of the window to see what you see. He’s taken off his dress shirt for the interviews earlier and simply sits in jeans and his skin-tight undershirt.

It’s not nervousness that keeps the quiet between you, you realize. Steve Rogers is just a very simple man. He doesn’t push conversation or familiarity. He really enjoys (and seems to embody) comfort. He is 100% dedicated to his work and his company, but somehow he is not all consumed by it. He doesn't have to force that separation between Mr. Rogers and Steve.

“So this is what I do after a chaotic day,” you confirm, breaking your own spell of reverie. “What do you do?”

He stares down at the bowl of fat and sugar, chuckling at the irony. “Well…I work out usually.”

“Twice a day? That seems like overkill,” you snort back. How dare you. How dare you not support the maintenance of that glorious hunk of muscle before you. Eat your dessert and be grateful.

“No,” he corrects, his spoon clattering down, “just at night to release all that pent-up stress. I find it relaxing.” Steve swivels his head around, pointing at the bookcase, too. “Also reading—“ he gestures to the walls “—and sketching. Used to paint more, but it’s messy for this space.”

That’s when it occurs to you. All the times you were here and helping with furniture, etc., Steve never had an art delivered. It’s all just showed up between your visits.

“Did you…” It’s your turn to spin around now. “Are all these your works?”

He nods without looking you in the eye, munching on something from the vanilla pool in his bowl.

“I’ll have to really look at them in the light then…”

You almost say ‘tomorrow’ but stop yourself in time. You presuming to spend even more time in his home after an accidental 36 hours seems too much, but that brings you back to something else.

“So…why were you exercising this morning?” You shovel a big glob of ice cream in your mouth and wait for your trap to catch.

“Because,” Steve starts but quickly clamps his mouth shut and blushes, spinning the spoon around vigorously in his soupy confection.

“Pent up were you?”

“I swear, that was not a come-on,” he whispers, shifting around beneath your legs, likely regretting that he pinned himself there.

The brain freeze is worth every second. “I know, but if it were…I’d be flattered.”

He still won’t look up at you. He leans to put his dish down on the coffee table and takes a keen interest in the material of your grey sweats. So soft. Steve likes soft things.

“I’m really bad at this,” he admits after you resume eating in triumph. “I don’t know how.”

“To what?”

“Date.”

“No one does,” you laugh. Can you even call any of the time you’ve spent together a real, actual date? Barely. That doesn’t really matter when you’ve still learned so much about him. Dates or not, this time has felt different. “It’s like raising kids. Everyone has an opinion and no one follows their own advice.”

Steve guffaws, jostling your tangled legs and—if you’re not mistaken—pulling you closer. “That’s profound, precious.”

You wish you had any nickname for him that wasn’t ‘boss,’ something just for him and just from you. “You liked that, did you?”

“Yes. Yes, I did. I gotta remember that for Ma. She’d die laughing. Her friends will love it, too.”

“I’ll make note of it.” That was one of your lines. You’re in assistant mode again.

Steve smirks.“You think that up or is it a quote?”

“Just made it up, right there.”

“Genius.” He’s whispering again, eyes jumping between yours, palms firm against your legs, keeping you in place. “Knew I hired you for a reason.”

You get that he isn’t intensionally taking credit or diminishing you, but you have to tease him a little. “So you could harness the power, huh? Control the genius for yourself?”

“No.” Steve quietly settles back into the couch cushion, gaze unwavering. “To show you what I saw minute one, what I still see but I think you don’t.”

You put your bowl down beside his. “And what’s that?”

“I can’t survive without you,” he breathes, then Steve swallows loudly and stammers. “Sorry, that sounded more romantic than…Professionally, I needed—need you.”

He’s right there, inches away, and all you can think to do (that isn’t straddle the guy) is to play with the hem of his t-shirt at your thighs.

“You and Topaz sure saved my ass today though…”

“But I couldn’t have done that,” he blurts back, shifting to face you without removing your legs. “Not on day one. You can delegate. I can hire an assistant who then delegates for me. You have no idea what you meant to me—I mean, you were the first person in a long time who made me feel supported rather than the one person keeping the ship afloat. I forgot we’re just supposed to be the captains, not the ocean.”

We. Steve already lumps you in with that statement. He really has seen you as a partner for longer than you’ve seen yourself that way, but you can’t quite take the compliment.

“Sure, Captain Rogers.” Cheeky.

Steve continues to wax philosophical on his mild and creamy sugar high.

“Well, when you feel like the ocean, all you think about is lifting the ship. No time for anything else.” He peeks at you through his lashes again.

“Anything?” You chirp. Oh yeah, that doesn’t sound desperate at all.

“I’m trying,” he huffs. “Like I said, I don’t know how. I’m pretty boring.”

“Like vanilla ice cream.” You’re the one whispering now.

Maybe it’s the sugar or the compounded fatigue of the day’s chaos, but your hands aren’t content with the shirt anymore. They fly up to cup Steve’s face, and his radiant and welcoming blue gaze begs you to just go for it.

“And I’m your candy topping, captain.”

Oh, he liked that, too, but hopefully, he will not tell his Ma about that one.

Steve’s strong arms haul you forward against his chest, and who the hell knows who started the kiss because no one is going to end it while there’s oxygen in the room, co-captains orders.

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okay I'm gonna divide the text up! THAT'S SO COOL!!! honestly, props to your longer leg for handling that shit itself. so here's a fun fact; a person's dominant side is typically only stronger on the front of their body! the back of a person's body on the non-dominant side is typically doing a bunch of supportive work while the front of the dominant side handles all the fine motor tasks. say you're taking notes and your head's getting tired. you'll lean it on your non-dominant hand. say you're making ONE trip carrying all the groceries in and it's come time to unlock the door. you'll maneuver the key with your dominant hand and stick all the bags in your non dominant hand. and THEN there's the complicating factor that THE DOORKNOB IS ON THE RIGHT SIDE ANYWAY, so LEFT handed people are a REAL wild card on whether they've become somewhat or situationally ambidextrous (good results!) or are just doing Literally Everything with their left hand, both things the built world thinks they SHOULD be doing with it, and also things that involve reaching across their body to do the structurally-designed-as-right-handed tasks with it, too (ouch.) so, while the leg thing is probably a contributor (you're less sturdy and braced on the side where the leg is always kinda Out) it's not as unusual as one might think to have a stronger non-dominant side! so, my thoughts if I were getting this as a health history: abductors and adductors of the longer leg sound overworked. knee might not be flexing enough. ankle isn't acting in the most stabilized way. glutes might not have even tone. the foot thing is REALLY fun because FEET ARE AWESOME. the pinky toe and big toe have their own individual muscles that move them, while the three middle toes have to share one. and the foot has intrinsic (beginning and ending within the foot) muscles which let it do the thing like the palm does where it can make a cupping motion!! this is really important because it lets us walk barefoot over uneven terrain and do perfectly fine because we can kinda grip the ground! and the foot also has this thick, protective layer of connective tissue that's on top of your muscles and below your skin, making the foot super tough! it's an aponeurosis, which is like if you streamrollered a tendon and then slapped it in there to give some extra support!! (they're not just in the foot, you've got 'em other places, too!) and when you take a step, ideally what's supposed to happen is that everything in the foot gets stretched and flexed! the foot is, ideally, like this complex and self-maintaining machine!!!

wait a damn second

my toes can spread super wide and do all kinds of weird shit, i always figured this was pure autism toe walking but maybe this is also a factor. i also have pretty yoked calves thanks to the toe walking.

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doing studies on my stomach - thinking about you fitting between the spaces as I write in pen

as you trace my space,

black hole taking in the pink of your tongue deep between my glutes

- it's mental exercises that help me get to work, without thinking about the past

just only what I want and need, in front and behind me

twisting and winding, so fluid inside seas -

so spacious yet so deep.

like the walls of your fountain, my shaft falls beneath tunnels of your vision

balls deep before my glimpse gives grip upon your sight

foresee mentals how we will be pounding

in my space, pressure me to put the pen down and...

show me what it's like on the end of your ball point pen

lay on me like that floor and sit on my cheekbones

take notes on me with them hands, with your your to finger I want you to indent beyond the lines of margin

yes I speak your language

I know, onomatopoeia

imitation of my pineal controlling your glands

as we sink deeper in sync, a head-in so sound

in silence we cum, like the rain we drip till it's damp in our common ground

O like the blood, F like the flood

I like ink in pen and on my skin, I sink in and you suck

give me D like divinity, every single time that we fuct

deep in my A in fact no fiction , it's only written in to content nothing gone hidden

we where seeds, roots where growing

vines where bending, like bloodlines without bitter endings

ill take you deep, don't be scared to dip in

let knowledge set you free, never mind put the tip in let my lips imitate bar for bar - cheeks free your soul from a mental prison

unlocked you with the keyway, as you opened me up with your length and lengua

we both latched to the light we found, was in the middle of my master lock wiggle your way in place now

finally opened me up - last thing I wrote was let there be...light.

out came the blanco in you, deep inside the noir in me

then i take a deep breath, and say

" we need to study more, your mental exercises keep me behind the point, but far enough where I can see, feel, and experience everything even you - that you for unlocking parts of me that need your substance, your strength, that's key."

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Test 1first do you generally have a hard time feeling your glutes working or contracting them during your lower body exercises and does your lower back and hamstrings tighten up instead then this is a good sign that your glutes aren'tactivating how they should be. Why do leg exercises when you're trying to hit another muscle group entirely do glute specific exercises to get your backside bigger and rounder and save the leg movements for another day. I like the new shape of my behind and I feel a lot stronger.

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Dead butt syndrome or gluteal amnesia occurs when your glutes stop firing as they should. And to find out if your glutes may indeed be needing some attention there are 4 key indicators how to lift up your glutes we can look at. That's because youll be able to activate strengthen and grow your glutes to a much greater degree through your main lower body exercises. The only time we notice there could be an issue is when we sit for too long and get a numb butt.

It shocks me seeing so many people making mistake after mistake hitting their glutes - through no fault of their own. To fire your glutes we use a two-step protocol. The technical term for unlock hips activate glutes this is inhibition.

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Use the various cues provided below and experiment with a weight shift progression where you descend to about the way down hold this position and then slowly shift your weight from one foot to the other side to side. Which is a great way to potentially forget how to activate critical bench unlock your glutes your glutes. This time engage your core and place your hand on the glute of the down leg.

And even better during your breaks perform what ill call a wake up exercise for your glutes. The lphc has a large role in the activation of the glutes and the muscles of the lphc work to stabilize the hips low back and glutes. He's the best trainer in the world when it comes to building a better booty. You'll also help clients understand why stronger glute muscles are about more than just looks.

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A look it's this simple. And terms this phenomenon as gluteal amnesia. To re-activate the glutes we turn to a tool of physical therapists use to rehabilitate injured athletes neuromuscular activation. Feel your unlock your glutes program hamstrings lower back or quads more than your glutes then this is an indication that your glutes aren'tdoing what theyre supposed to during hip extension.

That's it. Why do leg exercises when you're trying to hit another muscle group entirely do glute specific exercises to get your backside bigger and rounder and save the leg movements for another day. Often times It's the hamstrings and lower back that take that extra load.

To progress it you can pull your knee up at the top and hold at this top position for 1-2 seconds. It's also an especially useful way to start integrating the glutes in movements that produce power and force. So long story short your glutes are important. And luckily dr.

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30 August 2023 and I’m trying something different: my ipad is on the footstool. Maybe I can get a different perspective on what I type. There’s this nagging self-doubt today, a cloudy mood tinted down, enveloping without great substance, and so infusing a negative cast. One benefit of this footstool thing is I am now fully contracting my front core inward as I type. Never been able to do that before, to lean back with the balance necessary to contract evenly with alternation being in the checksum, in the parity ad thus along the Boundary asserted by the contraction, which I moved into my glutes, and now pulling inward as the contraction passes to the other side at that foldover spot. I can hold this. It requires relaxing the breath and thus the spine. Then fully contracting up into a true bridge. Nice. Huge release.

So we can teach people the concept of a release, and how they can recover their selves, both their physical and intangible selves, as they connect to the movement potential in their bodies, and as they understand that movement potential … and here it gets difficult because I want to say that movement potential unlocks feeling better about yourself, both physically and mentally, that you will establish or re-establish the connection between your mind and your body.

A release matches your physical and mental selves to an ideal which exists independent of you. That ideal fits to you without any judgement. I know that wasn’t clear, but this is new to me. The ideal fits to you because a Pathway exists which relates you at any point in your existence to you as you are now to you as you might have been. All the different you’s arrange a Boundary, a concept that has much greater depth than I realized (and I was looking for depth, so it’s tricky), and that enables pairings like the good version and the bad version of you.

The way I see this is very blunt and I have to get into this. I see an image of you splintered and arrayed on the other side of the xK plane in yK, meaning there’s a screen between us and you’re the other half-plane and yet another reason why the imaginary unit circle is 2Pi circumference because that’s the representation of this Boundary form into D-structure, meaning the End plus a 1Segment in CR of D1 and more specifically D1-2 because CR is non-specific but we then locate points like -1, 1, i and -i. That sentence took on a life of its own. It looks completely correct.

To continue, you split into good and bad, but then the distinction narrows as the image selected opposite me, the one I see when I look through the mirror at you, becomes the being which can create these images, who knows the meaning of an oath. Which makes it not a choice of good on one shoulder, bad on the other, but a question of which image you actually prefer, and that to me is the one in which the negative leads to the positive. That isn’t a loop like at the level of an electric circuit or a logical loop, though those express this. No, this is that the new negative arises as work to reach the next positive, so the count is forward, and not only as a counted loop.

The resolution of this is in the gs modular counting forms we describe. That’s the key to understanding the Gödelian issues: we generated functions as constructions of gs in D-structure. That enables us to talk about effective Pathways. Or like above, the Triangular of you to you ideal to ideals related to that ideal, etc., connecting to ideals for larger classes, etc., all this means there are Pathways which you can explore to connect to higher ideals, which relate to higher ideals, etc., all as they fit to you. It’s Pathway of work, out of all the Pathways that connect you to every form of higher ideal.

This is an intense experience. In my head, as I’m doing this, I’m able to adopt the most generalized female perspective I’ve yet seen, and that makes me almost infinitely more comfortable in my own skin. That gets more of the conception or theory even of gender identity. The labels are correct, though perhaps a bit confusing because we have a double use for M as man and male. Perhaps a shift of one to n, as in man and nale or nail, because that pinning in the I//I of gs(n) and gs(m) is the core concept because that is fundamental Injection. You can see the idea of inserting DNA into a cell containing other DNA. And thus gender identity is fundamentally about the side you’re on. And that immediately creates a 1-0Segmenting which allows us to populate this aspect of the larger HC with all the prior expressions of 1-0Segmenting. Example is the Between Pathways generate pairings, and these are forms of alternation, which opens up tools like Cantor pairings so we can visualize the orthogonality of the relations and thus of the space created.

Example of space created would be the basic 1 step over that way first, then this way generates an orthogonal 5Square, and that 5Square extends infinitely over each layer, literally over every single count, because each count is also a step this way, step that way, and this means the entire space is Infused with 5Square. And thus 10 Square. And now try to imagine these stacks of 5Square orthogonal spaces jammed together and turned around in CR. This is hard to say, but that means the counts in LayerView, in quadrants, in fCM and SBE, occur within 5 and 10 dimensional spaces.

I need a bit of courage to say this, but that’s what we need. We exist in D3-4//D4-3 space. That requires D5 space because that enables Recombinance within the closure D5 brings to D4. Think of it using D1+CR: D4 stretches down to D3, to its upper edge, and thus up to the inner edge of D5, which means D5 is the Boundary, and thus Recombinance occurs on or approaching the inner edge of D5.

That may be the deepest vision of the inner edge of a Boundary I’ve seen yet. It was lovely: all the potential within D4 connecting up to what is then Incomprehensible at D5. And thus the angle to D10, that it occurs over the szK, as a composite rather than an opposite hand: helping hands combine to make Triangular with the being at the other end of the arms, and thus to the beings when a hand is from 2. This expands to more than 2 within each 1.

This came to me because, bluntly, I saw SBE3+1 suddenly appear and thus fitting with D10. I want to see this better. I think I just got it, but it’s slippery. SBE3 translates into D10, nothing more needed because Attachment occurs in exactly the way described in the last paragraph: to the inner edge, which is the +1 in the form needed so it can be 0 or 1 depending on the higher D-structure needs, counts, etc. And that translation maps back to the grid. So what we have here is not a failure to communicate but a bridge which connects the form of projected grid to the form of a 5Square or other nSquare, which is the world of ideal shapes and Recombinant forms.

Seeing how these relate is magical because, for example, this gives life to the 0-1-0 conception. Take renormalization one more time. We’ve described how the gap is crossed, and now we have the motive for that: there is an I//I process in the construction of gs which actively exchanges information that maps and translates between and among the various representations and forms which generate. That is huge. I’d rank it near the top of realizations. This is the unification door. It’s no longer that we can relate all these forms to the same basic toolbox. Now it’s that we generate the forms and we generate why they connect and we generate why they operate.

This began at top because I realized my oldest obsessions are about seeing it. I needed to see the toilet swirl before I can remember. I needed to see what was wrong with my hand. I needed to see in my head not to be lied to because then my head fills with worse thoughts with constraints removed.

I need a break. This has been astonishingly productive. I hope that’s because you’re nearer to me in every sense of the word.

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Namjoon: A Massage with a Happy Ending

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6:30 am.

Joon was an early riser. Knocking lightly you were hoping he was still asleep.

No answer. Trying to silently open the door you slipped inside holding the handle so it wouldn't tip him off with the click. Loud snoring came from across the room and you could just make out his outline from the rising sun filtering through his curtains.

Tiptoeing closer you dropped your robe. Picking up the fluffy white duvet you slid underneath. God he was warm. He stirred with a sigh and moved closer, his arms wrapping around you instinctively. Namjoon was comfort. His peaceful presence could have easily lulled you into slumber if it weren't for your mission. 

"Joonie," you whispered. "Hey, wake up." 

His dimples popped as he groggily smiled. "Good morning. It's so early." 

"I wanted to make sure you started the day off right." 

Pulling the last envelope from the pocket of your robe you laid it on his chest. 

"Massage with a happy ending."  His cheeks turned red. 

"I think you deserve to be taken care of Joon, will you let me do that for you?" 

"I'm a little afraid I'm going to get too used to this…" He moved his body closer, hands hovering over your stomach. His fingertips, not sure of which way to travel, skimmed over your skin giving you goosebumps from the delicate touch. 

"What would be so wrong with that?" Your lips lingered on his. 

"I want you too badly to think of any excuses right now." 

"Good, lets start." 

Jumping out of the bed you threw your robe back on and retrieved your pile of equipment waiting in the hallway. 

"You really went all out."

He seemed surprised as you set up the table. 

"No half measures Namjoon. Now get that gorgeous ass over here." 

Pulling the sheet off the bed he wrapped himself up. 

"You know what a happy ending is right? You're just going to have to take that off in 4 feet." 

He was flustered, always so shy in his gentlemanly way. Closing the gap he abandoned his modesty beside the table. He was hard as a rock already standing straight out red and excited. 

"Should I lay on my back?" 

Pulling the cover from the table you raised your eyebrows at him suggestively. "That's totally up to you, this is a milking table." 

Never had a jaw dropped further and more dramatically than his. 

He needed encouragement. Walking over to him you let your fingers slide down his chest, "Why don't you lay down on your front and I'll just give you a massage for a bit. You won't even see me until you're ready, okay?" 

His large hands reached out and cradled your face. "It's not that I don't want to look at you. You're so fucking beautiful, I'm just a shy idiot." 

"We can work on that." You couldn't help but smile at him, "now hop on up here." 

He got on the table and lay face down.  

"We're gonna ease into this okay?" 

He nodded. 

Digging through your bag you brought out the bottle of massage oil. "This may be a little cold, are you ready?" 

Squeezing the oil in a stream down his back he squirmed at the sensation. You could have been nice and warmed it, but you liked the idea of the cold liquid making his nipples hard. 

"You've been working out huh?" You began sliding your hands over his skin. "You're a lot bigger than when we last hooked up." 

You could feel him flexing his triceps under your fingers. “It suits you.” 

Working the oil over his entire backside you wanted to up the stakes. "Is it okay if I get on top of you? It's better leverage to work out those knots." 

"umhum," he mumbled face down into the pillow. 

Grabbing the oil you quickly drizzled it down your front before climbing on. Straddling his back you rubbed yourself just above the swell of his ass. He moaned at the feeling of your pussy sliding down his skin. 

"How's that feel?" 

"So, so good Y/N."

Laying flat against him you placed a kiss between his shoulder blades and pressed your breasts into his back. Your arms smoothed down over his as you rocked yourself against his muscle. 

"Joon, I know this is for you but I'm so horny." You kissed the back of his neck, "Do you mind if I get myself off on you?" 

"Fuck baby girl, rub your pussy wherever you need it." 

Raising yourself, the mirror was in front of you. You could see the reflection of his cock hanging through the milking hole, a small slow dripping string of precum dangling from the tip.   

"If you're comfortable you should lift your head up and watch, there's a great view." 

As you rubbed yourself over his swell your hands kneaded his back muscles. He stared at you, watching you get off on him. "Fuck you've got pretty tits. I wanna feel them on my back." 

Letting your breasts hang your nipples dragged over his lubed skin. The sensation of the oil and the rubbing was too much, you couldn't help but moan the closer you got to your high. 

"That's it baby, cum all over me, make me all sticky." 

The table was rocking precariously under your enthusiasm and his cock was swinging back and forth through the glory hole.

"Joonie I'm so close." 

He flexed his glutes and with a few more passes your clit was satisfied. 

Collapsing for a second you lay heavy on top of him trying to catch your breath. "Thank you," you mustered. 

"Don't thank me, you did all the work." 

Lifting yourself to get off of him, sticky cum threads pulled between you. "That's so hot." He sat to turn himself and couldn't resist running his finger through it and sticking it in his mouth. 

"Let's do you now, are you ready for your turn?" 

He was in a daze, with a half smile and popped dimple, he could only nod. 

Grabbing some pillows off the bed you made your way under the table. Something about his penis just hanging there waiting, made it seem so much more suckable. 

"So gorgeous Joon." You licked his tip, teasing it as another ooze of precum dripped in anticipation. "I'm going to milk every drop out of you Daddy."

His moan of approval was loud. 

"Do you like that? Do you want more?" 

"Suck me please I want it so bad." He begged as you continued to play with the the tip, squirming under the torturous build up. "Take it all like you did last time.” 

"Do you think about that? Think about me sucking and fucking you in the practice room?" 

"Every day since." His breathing was heavy. 

"Do you get off  thinking about my cunt wrapped around your cock?" 

You gave him a big deep suck, you could picture his face scrunched up in pleasure and it made you want to cum again. 

"I can't stop. Whenever you bend down I can see your pretty tits in your low cut shirt. Such a bad girl never wearing a bra. I've rubbed myself raw just thinking about you."

"I put on that show just for you. When I catch you looking, I always think about your mouth on me." 

You rewarded his new inhibition with positive reinforcement. Ringing your hand around his base tightly you took him into your throat. 

"Next time you need to get off I want you to tell me. Promise you’ll use me instead of your hand, that you'll fuck my cunt open and fill me with your cum." 

He was making so much noise if anyone was walking buy they'd probably think he was recording. 

"Tell me, tell me you promise."

You were whiny, feeling the need to cum again your pussy was pulsing. Something about bringing Joon, who was so reluctant, to the point of surrender was the ultimate turn on. 

"Yeah, I promise...I promise...Fuck I'm close." 

Removing your mouth you slid your hand up and down his shaft pumping a few times before letting go. Sitting for a minute, not touching him, He was distanced from his impending orgasm. 

Legs swung over the table, he reached for your hand pulling you up and onto your feet. “You should be careful what you beg for, it might be more than you can handle.” 

He walked you backwards until your legs hit the bed. "No more fucking around."

You grinned, achievement unlocked. 

Kneeling in front of you he picked up your knees until they were bent and pushed them wide open. Staring down at your pink heat he slid two fingers inside of you. Moaning as he curled them you were left disappointed when he pulled them back out. 

"Look how excited you are." 

He held them up and showed you the sticky display before rubbing the wetness all over this cock. Pumping twice to make sure he was coated his dick hung waiting in limbo until he plunged himself inside you. The loud moan that followed was from the pure satisfaction of being stretched so completely by his girth. 

His thrusts were slow and deep, bottoming out, holding and then dragging back out against your clenching walls. "Your little pussy likes that huh?" He rammed back in. "Next time you pass me in the hallway this is what I want you to think about." 

"Fuck, Namjoon you're so fucking good. Why are you so god damn reserved? We could have been doing this for months."

He lowered himself, his body heavy on yours, his fingers gripping your hair. The slight pain with the immense pleasure shot white lightning through you. He pumped harder as you clenched and came all over his cock until he too found his release shooting his hot cum deep inside you. 

Forehead to forehead he kissed your lips. 

"Happy ending indeed." 

Part 3: Hobi - Lap dance

#BTS smut #namjoon smut #bts #namjoon #bts poly #studio sessions #noonasinnetwork

[leggything]

Package Notification Pt.1

Package Notification

The subject line caught my attention as is flashed in the corner of my monitor. I clicked on the notification and read that a delivery had arrived at my apartment and would be held at the front desk until I was able to retrieve it. I wasn’t expecting anything but quickly put it out of my mind, it was probably a free trial I forgot to cancel or something. I deleted the email and went back to the report I had been drafting, hitting the back button on my phone a couple of times to replay the last few seconds of the podcast I had been listening to.

I left work a bit early. It was Friday and I wanted to beat the crowds on the train home. Unfortunately I wasn’t quite early enough to find a seat so by the time I walked through the door of my building I was only thinking about my bed.

The desk attendant perked up as I stepped in, “Hey Andy,” he said “I was just sorting the mail and a package came for you. Let me quick grab it.”

“Oh thanks so much Sean,” I said, pulling my headphones out of ear, “I would have totally forgotten.”

“No problem dude,” Sean replied as he rummaged behind the desk. He was a sweet kid, just out of college. His family was close the folks that owned our building so he usually came back to help run things over summers.

“And— here you are!” He said, as he popped back into view, blowing away a stray curl that had fallen in front of his eyes, “see you around!”

“Thanks again Sean, happy Friday!” I said, waving as I opened the door to the stairwell.

I turned the package over in my hands as I climbed the three flights to the apartment. It wasn’t a meal delivery kit or a pack of razors as I had suspected, just an unassuming grey plastic package with a normal UPS label. No return address for some reason. After fumbling for my key I unlocked the door, set my bag down and slipped off my shoes. Friday at last. It felt good to kick my shoes off after standing for so long.

Package still in hand I went to the couch and tore open its grey plastic as I sat down. Inside the bag my hands felt smooth woven fabric and something else that was stiffly textured. Out of the bag came an embroidered tunic and, as they unrolled in my hand, a pair of soft grey footed tights. My face flushed as I realised what I had received. A ballet costume.

I felt a mix of confusion and excitement. I certainly would have remembered if I had ordered something like this. I loved ballet, the beautiful precision of movement, the romance of the storylines, but really I was in it for the dancers. I loved watching them move, muscular yet flexible, lithe and powerful. The way their costume tights hugged every curve of their calves and thighs, squeezing each cheek of their powerful asses and the curve of their pronounced bulges, it was heaven. I definitely didn’t place the order for this costume, but it certainly didn’t come to me by mistake.

Reluctantly setting the tights and tunic down on the table, I glanced into the package again, looking to see if there was anything else. No shoes or dance belt, but there was a small piece of paper. I reached back in and pulled out the rough piece of card-stock. A note was printed on in flowing script:

Hope this turns your dream into reality.

x

Now I was nervous. I wasn’t exactly open about my, ahem, love of ballet. My closest friends and previous partners didn’t even know, and yet someone had anonymously sent gear to my home which meant my big secret wasn’t as secret as I thought. I pulled out my phone, there was one person who I had connected with online about ballet stuff, but they definitely didn’t know my address and I hadn’t heard for them in a week or so. Nonetheless I sent out a text:

Hey, I just got some ballet gear in the mail. You didn’t send me anything did you?

I was a little nervous and needed to chill out so I went into the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge. Taking the first sip, I glanced back out to where the ballet outfit sat on the table. The anonymous package thing was weird, but it was also definitely hot. And though I loved looking at ballet dancers and often had fantasies about what it would be like to be one, I had never actually gotten up the courage to actually take a class or buy a pair of tights.

Taking another sip of my beer, I walked back out to the couch. I set down my beer and picked up the tunic. It looked and felt well made, different shades of gold and yellow thread in a brocade foliage design against white backing. It was short and tailored in at the waist, probably a bit snug on me, but on a slim dancer it would sit perfectly above the waist - emphasising their toned abdomen and, when facing away from the audience, their powerful glutes. I was getting a little turned on thinking about it. Whether I fit or not, I had to try it on.

I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped off my slacks, tossing them on the couch along with my socks. I hesitated a bit before taking off my underwear, the outfit hadn’t come with a dance belt, but I figured it’s be better to have a vpl than underwear lines. I was half hard already, even if I had a dance belt it probably would have still looked awkward. The soft fabric of the tights brushed against my bare legs as I picked them up off the table and held them up by the suspenders. At least they’d feel sexy to wear, even if I wasn’t quite fit enough to fill them out very well.

Sitting down on the couch I slid my leg into the grey tights, wiggling my toes into the seam at the bottom of the foot. They tingled a bit as I pulled them up over my calves and thighs, the soft tight fabric rubbing against the hair on my legs. As I pulled them up over my crotch they held my balls tight against me and pinned my now full erection against my belly. So much for a dance belt! Pulling the suspenders over my shoulders, I was greeted by the surprising sensation of the back seam of the tights snuggling up in between my ass cheeks. I didn’t have much of a butt to speak of, but somehow the tights still held tight to what little I had.

The tights ended just below my chest, and though I definitely didn’t have the ballet dancer build I still enjoyed seeing and feeling the uniform texture of grey fabric from my abdomen to my feet. I ran my hands along my legs, feeling the weave of the tights thrum with every touch, and my cock straining against the fabric.

I pulled my mind away from the hypnotic sexy feel of the tights, a little upset at myself that I hadn’t tried dressing up like this earlier. But I still had the tunic to put on. I wasn’t sure if I should have put something under it, but the lining was surprisingly soft and breathable against my skin. I stood up, slid my arms into the sleeves, and began hooking the fasteners that went up the front. The waist wasn’t as snug as I had feared and the structure of the garment helped straighten my posture, encouraging me to stand a bit taller than the hunch my desk job had trained me into.

Hooking the last fastener under my chin I looked down and realising I had come to stand with my heels together and my toes turned out, in what I knew to be “1st position.” And as I dropped my arms they fell nicely open and rounded at my sides, allowing my chest to open up and my shoulders to rotate backwards in perfect ballet posture. I chuckled a bit to myself, maybe I picked up more from watching so much ballet than I thought.

I tried to imitate the movements I had seen ballet dancers do, not crazy leaps or turns or anything, just pointing the toe out, to the side, to the back. I knew from somewhere they were called “tendus.” I let my arms move out to the side and above my head in time with my feet. I bent into a deep plie, letting my gaze follow my outstretched hand as it traveled out, to the side, overhead, and then started to repeat the same combination on the other side. I probably looked ridiculous trying to imitate the precise movements I had only watched, but it felt wonderful to move in the outfit.

As I continued to try new things, ronde de jambe, fouetté, attitude; I couldn’t remember where I picked up all these names, the costume felt like it fit me better and better. With each breath in my chest filled out the tunic a little better and my arms and shoulders felt stronger and more sure in their positions. Letting a breath out, my abdomen felt more compact and stronger in the long waist of the tights, my core offering steadier and steadier support and balance to my movement.

I moved from attitudes to a combination centred around arabesques, standing strong on one leg while reaching up and out with my upper body and back with the other leg. I took a couple of steps forward and went into the first arabesque, feeling strength and stability pouring into my standing leg, the grey tights stretched against my thighs, hips, and butt as I raised my other leg further up and behind me. My legs felt stronger and stronger as I continued around the room, my tights more snug and supportive as they nestled into the contours of my legs and sunk further between my ass cheeks. To finished the combination I moved to fifth position and took a small plie to lift up onto the balls of my feet, sous sous. Lifting my arms strong and graceful above my head I felt every muscle, from my calves to my core to my triceps working together to keep me balanced and poised. Satisfied, I descended into a plie and rose back up to finish the combination.

I stood there for a moment, relaxing back in first position and then blinked, blinked again. I looked back over at the table where my beer stood abandoned. Outside the window the sky was almost dark, how long had I been dancing, and how had I known how to do all that stuff? Feeling a little out of control I started to undo the top clasp of my tunic when I caught a look at myself in the hall mirror.

I did a double take, it couldn’t be me. I looked down at myself and then back at my reflection firm pecs, toned abs, powerful thighs clad in grey. It was me and fuck I was built. I turned around to see my now glorious ass, each cheek hugged beautifully by my tights, and noticed the cleft that had appeared on my toned calves - visible even though I stood flat footed.

I couldn’t help but touch, partially to make sure it was all real and partially because I was my own wet dream. I ran my hands along my firm legs and my slender waist and started to undo the tunic to check out my upper body. My laser focus while dancing had killed my boner but as I undid the tunic’s clasps I felt myself start to get hard again. It felt different though, still pleasurable but a different kind of pleasure. Breathing heavy with arousal I looked back to the mirror. I could see myself growing, but it wasn’t just my cock’s outline straining against the spandex, it looked and felt like my balls were growing too, my whole crotch swelling up against its spandex prison. The more they grew, the more intense the pleasure became, but it didn’t exactly feel like an erection.

I it felt almost like a balloon blowing up - a balloon in my crotch filling with anticipation and pleasure. Looking down, I noticed that as my genitals kept growing they began to lose definition, probably due to how stretched out the fabric was getting. As my bulge strained against my tights, my breathing quickened and my crotch continued to get smoother and rounder. My pelvic pleasure balloon steadily expanded until I felt my whole body was surely going to explode with ecstasy and then suddenly— it stopped. Still breathing heavily and still quite aroused I saw, between my newly muscled legs, the perfect smooth round ballet bulge, maybe a little on the big side, but otherwise the most beautiful tights-clad bulge - exactly like I was wearing a dance belt under my tights.

But I wasn’t wearing a dance belt. Was I? Trepidatiously I reached down to stroke the fabric and was greeted by the most pleasurable sensation. It didn’t feel at all like I was touching a padded dance belt, it felt like I was touching my own skin. I continued to run my hand over my bulge, a little moan escaping my lips as I stroked it’s contours. It felt like touching the sensitive head of my cock, my whole crotch felt as sensitive as the most nerve-laden part of my dick.

Equally aroused and terrified I slipped off the tunic and the straps of my tights. As I began to undress I noticed the wiry patch of hair on my chest had disappeared, and as I slid the tights further down to my waist, saw for the first time my beautiful hairless toned core. I ran my hand along my abdomen, wanting to feel every new inch of my body and also afraid to slide my grey tights any further down. But I couldn’t put it off forever. I slid my tights off the toned globes of my ass, over the deep v of my hips and then, my breath hitching as the tights fabric slid away from my sensitive crotch, revealing my perfectly smooth and hairless crotch.

My crotch looked exactly the same as before the tights came off - a round bulge just like you would see on mannequin. I couldn’t help but touch myself again, the intense pleasure felt slightly different without the silky tights over my sensitive skin. I closed my eyes as I touched myself, it was a completely different sensation than stroking my cock. Instead of moving in fits and spurts of arousal towards the edge of orgasm, this felt like a continually building sensation, like that balloon expanding again - a pleasure that continued to grow and grow with no sign of impending release.

After thoroughly exploring this new sensation I decided to move to the bathroom to get a better look at myself. I pulled my tights back up to my waist, the feeling of their fabric moving over my crotch almost pulling me into another session of dickless masturbation, and padded to the bathroom.

I flicked the light on and, before I could pull my tights back down for inspection, was distracted by my own face. Maybe it was the glow of arousal but I could swear I looked invigorated, more lively. My eyes looked twinklier and my teeth looked brighter, whiter even. As I looked at my reflection, I noticed the stress induced strands of silver in my hair and the dark circles under my eyes start to fade. Before my very eyes my short cropped hair grew out into a perfectly coiffed hairstyle and my jawline softened slightly - the stubble on my chin fading away. I couldn’t help but smile at myself, a smile that would be perfect for stage lights. Stepping back from the mirror and looking at myself, inexplicably standing in first position again, I realised I had been given the perfect body for ballet, a body I could have only dreamed of.

Finally seeing my whole self, I decided the mystery of how it all came to be mine could wait until tomorrow. Tonight I would just enjoy it. I flicked off the bathroom light and retired to my bedroom. The mostly full beer bottle and the work clothes from my earlier self lay abandoned by the couch as I lay in bed, touching and discovering the pleasures of this new body until I fell asleep.

#male tf #transformation #male transformation #ballet tf #ballet tights #men in lycra #men in spandex #men in tights

[victoriahazelnut]

☕Daily Productivity Log☕ Day 152

🎕2022-02-08🎕 ༺🦊🍂༻Music to Destress & Study To༺🍂🦊༻

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🌰 8:35AM: Waking up and doing Morning Routine.☀️

🍁 9:00AM: Morning Workout (22 min abs, 15 min glutes)

🌰 9:45AM: German Practice.🥨

🍁 10:30AM: Listening to Music and Checking Notifications.💌

🌰 11:20AM: Breakfast: A Low-Cal Coffee Protein Shake, Peanut Butter on 1 Slice of 100% Whole Wheat Toast and Small Banana.🍌

♛ Nutritional Info: 340kcal, Protein = 31g, Carbs = 40g, Fat = 7g

🌰 12:00PM: Playing Animal Crossing.🔔

🍁 1:15PM: Working on my Personal Recipe Book.📔

🌰 2:05PM: Lunch: A Fluffy Ham Omelette, Steamed Broccoli with a little Roast Beef and Green Tea.🥦

Achievement Unlocked: Eat a Small Fear Food

I realized while making lunch today that red meat is a semi-fear food of mine. Unless it's a snack-sized portion, I usually won't eat it. I know the main reason is my digestion, but the other factor is that it's higher in calories.🥩

Anyway, today I was feeling pretty and good about my appearance and my core is a bit sore from yesterday so I decided it would be okay to have a small amount of beef for extra protein to help my muscles. I felt a bit anxious of course because it had been so long, but I'm happy I stepped out of my comfort zone a little.🤗

I did get a little bloated, but I didn't guilt-trip myself because I knew it was only temporary and after a Pepto-Bismol tablet and a long walk it would be gone. Just another step closer to improving my relationship with food. I'm also really happy with how the plating looked, I feel it looks like something out of an anime.😊

♛ Nutritional Info: 258kcal, Protein = 31g, Carbs = 3g, Fat = 13

🌰 2:45PM: Hydrating and Chatting with Mum.💬

🍁 3:00PM: A Long Afternoon walk with doggy.☁️

🌰 4:00PM: Reading.📕

🍁 4:30PM: Writing.📝

🌰 5:35PM: Dinner: Sweet and Spicy Shredded Chicken Breast mixed with Baby Spinach.🌶️

♛ Nutritional Info: 139 kcal, Protein = 32g, Carbs = 7g, Fat = 1g

🌰 6:15PM: Watching One of my Favourite Food Vloggers.💻

Her Latest Video:🥯

🍁 6:50PM: Making Gifs for this post.🖼️

🌰 7:35PM: Listening to Music.📻

🍁 8:15PM: Evening Snack: A Thick Vanilla Protein Shake and Green Tea.☕

♛ Nutritional Info: 145 kcal, Protein = 25g, Carbs = 1g, Fat = 4g

🍁 9:00PM: Reading again.📙

🌰 10:00PM: Meal Planning for Tomorrow.📅

🍁 10:35PM: Evening Workout (11 min abs, 20 min glutes)

🌰 11:10PM: Writing again.📝

🍁 12:45PM: Bedtime Routine.🌙

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#100 days of productivity #my schedule #productive day #what i eat in a day #self improvement #productivity #low cal meal #studyblr #daily log #daily routine #routine #meal log #low cal food #low calorie #health & fitness #daily post #what i did today #motivation post #study motivation #motivation #productive #being productive #positivevibes #positivity #studying #healthy meals #healthy food #food diary #get fit #get motivated

[bnha-mha-imagines]

Hey cutie ;) hows it going?? Could I please get a little drabble or some headcanons for Kiri and his s/o going to the mountains for a little get away? Maybe some hiking, cuddling by the fire, stumbling across a little hot spring? (I'm a sucker for the cliches, sorry) Whatever you feel most inspired by is fine with me!

Hey Shay, my buddy ol’ pal! ;) I looooooved this little trade, it was so fun! And I seriously adored the prompt, it hit me right in the aesthetic haha! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this little drabble of you and your sweetheart~ hehe

Kirishima x Reader

Word Count: 875

Warnings: Oop, like a little spicy...

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“Kirishima,” you groaned, wasting the little breath you had left to speak his name. It was harder to breathe in the higher altitude, and already your legs were beginning to ache in exhaustion. You’d been hiking for nearly three hours now, yet Kirishima seemed to be an endless source of energy. Save for the layer of sweat on his skin and the slight labor of his breath, he was just as spirited as he was when you first started the hike. 

“Come on, (Y/n), just another mile or two back to the cabin!” he grinned at you, encouraging you to push on for the last stretch. The two of you had decided to rent a small, private, modern-styled cabin in the mountains for the next four days to spend some quality time together. You’d been dating for roughly a year now, but you both live such busy lives; so, you figured a relaxing vacation together would do some good.

Though, it didn’t feel so good in your glutes right about now. “Kirishima, I’m going to die,” you whined, exhausted. Needing a break, you plopped down on the nearest log, conveniently placed as a gift from the universe. Hearing you, Kirishima looked over his shoulder, an amused smile forming at your theatrics. “Right here,” you sighed, trying to catch your breath. “Here is where I die. On the mountain side where no one will find me and no one will mourn me.”

Laughing, Kirishima backtracked to crouch down by you. “Always so dramatic,” he smiled. “And like hell I’m gonna let you die. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” He winked, and though you wanted to laugh you could only give him a tired smile. From your backpack, you pulled out your water bottle and tossed him his own. The ambience of the wooded mountainside was calming as you took your break, listening to the birdsong. 

Once you were hydrated and could breathe properly, Kirishima leaned forward to kiss your hair. “Right, come on,” he said, rising. Before you could protest, however, he bent down slightly, his back to you and arms ready to catch you. 

“K-Kiri, there’s no way you can carry me and a backpack down a mile and a half of mountainside,” you said, reasonably. But, your stubborn boyfriend shook his head, smiling. 

“Come on babe, what kind of man would I be if I couldn’t even take care of you when you need it? Have a little faith in me and hop on up!”

Swallowing, you rise to your feet and swing the backpack on. Placing your hands on Kirishima’s shoulders, you jump up and curve your legs onto his hips. You feel his strong arms catch your legs, holding you up as you wrap your arms around him. Resituating you into a better grip, Kirishima started to move down the path as if you were weightless. 

A little embarrassed but grateful to rest your legs for the rest of the hike, you rest your head into the crook of his neck, pressing a kiss onto his skin. You hear Kirishima make a small sound of amusement before he quiets, the sound of his boots filling the silence. The hike back to the cabin lacked any conversation, the two of you enjoying one another’s company in a comfortable silence. 

Reaching the front door of the cabin, Kirishima gently slides you down off his back. Your legs were heavy against the ground, but you felt in much better shape thanks to the piggy back ride. Unlocking the door, you both file in and dump your things on the floor. Beautiful, dabbled light shined through the wall of windows to your left, and you couldn’t help but admire the giant conifer trees that were visible through the glass. 

Looking to Kirishima who was untying his hiking boots, you sighed happily. Out in the wilderness mountains with such a loving and tender man… how did you ever get so lucky? “I’m going to go shower up,” you tell him, walking towards the bathroom door. You hear him hum in acknowledgement, and you pause right at the frame of the door. 

“You know,” you start, slowly. It catches his attention, and as he looks up at you your hands start to tantalizingly lift up your shirt over your head. “You take such good care of me.” You didn’t miss how his eyes widen slightly when you remove your shirt. “Maybe if you hurry, I can take care of you too…” Slipping into the bathroom, you take off the rest of your clothes, giggling slightly as you hear Kirishima fumbling to get his shoes off fast enough. 

Stepping into the shower, you release a pleasant sigh as the hot stream of water hits your skin. You hear the door crack open, and peek your head out from the tinted glass of the shower to look at him. Seeing him hesitate slightly, you smile. “Come on babe, what kind of girl would I be if I couldn’t even take care of you when you need it?” Hearing your teasing replay of his words seemed to relieve him of any sort of shyness, and Kirishima quickly started to unbuckle his pants so he could join you.

#kirishima x reader #eijiro kirishima #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha imagine #mha imagines #bnha kirishima #bnha headcanon #mha headcanons #kirishima headcanon #kirishima imagine #trade

[verus-veritas]

Senior Picture

By Cris Kane

Shawn had looks. He had a killer body. He had mad skills on the football field.

What he didn’t have was a lot of money.

So while other members of his class were hiring top-notch photographers to take their senior pictures, Shawn had to search for whoever could do it cheap. Around here, the cheapest shutterbug was “Navajo Joe”.

That’s what all the kids had been calling the short, skinny Native American kid from tenth grade since he and his family moved to town a few years back. Navajo Joe’s real first name was indeed Joseph, although no one knew if he was a Navajo or even bothered to ask what his background was. In general, he was just ignored, although behind his back, many of the jocks referred to him as “Nava-homo”. Not only was he small, thin and frail, sometimes staying out of school for weeks at a time for unspecified illnesses, but raised suspicions by excelling at anything artistic. While he never did anything overtly gay (besides being artistic), he did show up with his still camera at nearly every sporting event held at the high school and he seemed to focus his camera most intensely on the handsomest, hunkiest boys. At every football and basketball game, every swim or track meet, every wrestling match, Joseph could be found, hovering on the periphery, zooming in for the best angles. He used a vintage camera that still took photos on actual film and, after he developed the pictures, he would bring them in to the school newspaper for publication.

Shawn didn’t know much about art – or about much of anything besides football, to be honest – but he did know that, whenever his photo showed up in the school paper credited to Joseph, Shawn looked really cool in it. Not that any photographer could mess up terribly when taking a picture of the well-built senior with his shaggy brown hair, intense eyes, boyish upturned nose, firm lips and strong chin. But Joseph seemed to have a knack for snapping his shutter when Shawn was at peak awesomeness. Shawn’s girlfriend Madison had started keeping a scrapbook of all the photos of Shawn that appeared in the paper, so she could feast her eyes on Shawn during those rare waking moments when she let him out of her sight. Her favorite was probably one of Shawn at quarterback during the homecoming game, his facial features in perfect profile against the stadium lights, his right arm cocked back to throw, revealing just how pumped Shawn’s biceps were. Further down, Shawn’s spandex football pants embraced the bulging curves of his glutes and did nothing to hide the generous endowment lurking behind the laces on the front.

Madison was the one who urged Shawn last week to ask Joseph’s services for his senior portrait. When Joseph returned from one of his frequent absences on Monday, Shawn tracked him down in the hallway between classes. At first, Joseph acted afraid he was going to get beaten up when he saw Shawn walking quickly toward him in the hallway. Shawn grabbed Joseph by the arm so tightly that the skin indented and turned white, not returning to its natural cinnamon brown shade for a full minute after Shawn let him go.

“What do you want?”, Joseph mumbled, casting his worried gray eyes up at Shawn.

“Chill, Nava…Joe.” Shawn grinned disarmingly, but Joseph looked suspicious. “I just wanted to say I liked the pictures of me you’ve been taking for the school paper.”

“Oh. Uh, thanks.” Joseph indicated relief that a jock was actually being civil to him, but he still stood with his limbs tense, ready to bolt if necessary.

“My girlfriend loves the pictures too, and she was wondering…well, I was wondering too…if you’d be willing to take my senior picture for the yearbook.”

Joseph’s body relaxed and he smiled with relief. “Why, sure, I’d be happy to.”

“I can’t afford to pay you much. Both of my folks are out of work right now, and I don’t have much saved up, but…”

Joseph waved off his apologies. “I’ll do it for free. It’d be a great opportunity.”

Shawn’s grin widened, revealing a movie-star smile. “For serious? Awesome! When?”

Joseph started to get excited. “How about after school today?”

Shawn shook his head. “Nuh-uh. I got football practice.”

“We can do it after practice is over. We can go out by my house. There’s some great scenery we could use as a backdrop.”

Joseph’s extreme eagerness was starting to give Shawn second-thoughts. He looked down at what he was wearing: a long-sleeved plaid shirt with jeans and work boots. “I’m not sure I’m dressed right for photos today.”

“Are you kidding? You look fabulous!” Inside his head, Joseph was kicking the shit out of himself. Fabulous? He never said that word, but suddenly it fell out of his mouth as soon as he found himself talking to the school’s number-one stud. He knew the jocks’ secret nickname for him, and knew how accurate it was, but he didn’t want to blow this chance by acting like a cliche. He backpedaled. “What I mean is, you don’t want to be in the yearbook looking like some douchebag in a suit and a tie with your hair all fussed over. You want to look normal. You want to look the way you really look. Like you do right now.”

Shawn couldn’t argue with that. He didn’t want to look like some pretty-boy model posed in a studio. “You promise I’ll look bad-ass?”

“How could you not?” How could you not??? Way to go, Joseph, you’re sounding less and less like a regular guy the more you blather on. Just shut up before it gets any worse. “So, after practice tonight?”

“After practice tonight.”

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Not wanting to be taunted by the jocks, Joseph didn’t hang around the football field or the locker room, but waited in the parking lot until Shawn was done with practice. When Shawn finally emerged, his hair was tousled, his shirt untucked, its top two buttons undone. As Shawn unlocked his rusty 4x4, he asked Joseph, “I don’t know the way, so I guess I’ll need to follow you.”

Joseph looked sheepish. “I don’t have a car. I take the bus.”

Shawn had forgotten how young Joseph was. He unlocked the passenger door and said, “Okay, hop in.”

Shawn swung by his house to grab a few cans of Bud from his dad’s mini-fridge in the unfinished basement. He offered one to Joseph, who politely declined. Shawn chugged two beers as the truck bounced along the dusty backroad that led to Joseph’s place. Shawn had hoped the beer would loosen him up, since he was self-conscious about the idea of posing for pictures, particularly for someone who was probably a fag. Not that he had a problem with gay people. At least not as much as some of the other jocks. Hey, maybe fags take the best pictures because they like what they’re seeing, Shawn thought. Although if that was the case, then Madison should be able to take the best pictures in the world, because she couldn’t keep her eyes or her hands off Shawn whenever they were together.

Shawn liked Madison a whole lot. With her wavy blond hair, big green eyes and porn-actress lips, she was definitely the hottest of the cheerleaders, and she worked just as hard to keep in good shape as Shawn did. She wore her cheerleading sweater to school as many days as possible because she knew just how spectacular it made her boobs look, and it never failed to get him hard when she would leap in the air and her skirt would fly up to reveal her panties and her great ass. It was true she could get clingy sometimes. For the past couple of weeks, it was like she wanted to be with him 24 hours a day. Fortunately she had mellowed out in the last day or two. Musta been her period or something. But mostly, he was happy to be her boyfriend and he knew how jealous the rest of his teammates were that he was the guy who Madison pursued.

They finally reached the top of the hill, where Joseph said meekly, “This is my place. It doesn’t look like much on the outside, but the outside keeps you from seeing how bad it looks inside.” Poor as his family was, Shawn suddenly felt like a millionaire compared to anyone who had to live in a dump like this. It had a sagging roof, a ramshackle porch, windows repaired with duct tape and a front yard consisting of dirt and rusty car parts.

A haunted scarecrow of a man with long white hair and the skin of a brown elephant opened the squeaky screen door and stepped onto the dilapidated porch. He eyed the strange truck with suspicion until Joseph leapt out of the passenger door and shouted, “It’s okay, this is a friend of mine from school.” Joseph smiled over at Shawn. “That’s my father. He’s scary at first, but when you get to know him…he’s terrifying.” Shawn had no doubt. “I’m gonna run in and get my camera. Be back in a minute.”

Joseph dashed swiftly across the pitiful “lawn” and into the house. Shawn was impressed by Joseph’s speed, especially for someone who’d just been so sick he couldn’t go to school. Maybe he should encourage the kid to join the track team next spring. Clearly he needed something positive in his life, and if Shawn vouched for Joseph, he was sure he could get the other jocks to lay off on the razzing and the mean jokes.

Shawn waved to Joseph’s father and called out, “How you doing today?” The old man merely stared, coolly appraising the young man and his truck. As a wind swept through, creating a cloud of dirt between them, Joseph stepped back outside carrying his camera and a tripod.

He sprinted over to the truck and told Shawn to follow him. “Bring your football.” Shawn jogged back to the truck and grabbed a ball from the cab, then cast a look back at Joseph’s father, who remained stern and unhappy.

Joseph scrambled easily up steep paths, increasing Shawn’s admiration for the wiry kid’s athleticism. He had assumed Joseph was just a wimpy art geek, but get this kid in a weight room and give him a year or two to grow, he might even be football material.

When they reached the top of the hill, Shawn was amazed by the natural beauty of the valley around them. “Shit, it’s awesome up here.”

“Yeah, I like to come up here and stare at the horizon and think about my future. The sunsets up here are spectac…they’re awesome.”

“I bet. So what should I do?”

Joseph pointed Shawn toward a rock outcropping near the edge of a cliff. “Stand over there. I can get all the hills and the trees behind you.”

Shawn set down the football, walked over and stood stiffly, facing directly at Joseph, arms hanging awkwardly at his sides. Joseph placed the camera on a tripod and looked through the eyepiece, then frowned. “No, I need you to relax. Be natural.”

Shawn tried but he was still too self-conscious. He fidgeted with his arms, having no idea where to put his hands. Joseph realized the problem and grabbed the football. “Here!” He gave the ball a wobbly toss more or less in Shawn’s direction. Shawn easily snagged it with one hand, although it sent him slightly off balance. A lesser athlete might have toppled over the edge. “Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!”, Joseph yelled.

“No problem,” Shawn grinned back. Okay, maybe Joseph wasn’t football material.

“I want you to grip your ball and stare at the horizon like you’re looking downfield.” Shawn did as he was told. Giving him a prop to hold had made a world of difference. “Turn a little to your right.” Better still. Joseph risked making another suggestion. “Could you maybe unbutton a couple more buttons of your shirt?”

Shawn hesitated. Was this all part of Joseph’s plan? To get him out here and have him take off his clothes so he could have pictures to jack off to? Wait, he was the one who asked Joseph to take the pictures. Stop bein’ such a dick, Shawn thought. He loosened two more buttons, offering a peek at the pecs he’d spent so much time perfecting in the gym over the summer.

Joseph grinned approvingly. “That looks awesome. You ever thought of being a model, Shawn?” Shawn laughed off the suggestion. “I’m serious. I don’t think you appreciate all you’ve got going for you.”

Shawn was starting to feel uncomfortable again, and the buzz from those beers was really kicking in. He just wanted this over with. “Quit stalling and take the pictures, okay?”

Joseph nodded and looked through the viewfinder. “Did you ever hear that old story about how when the first Native Americans saw cameras, they refused to let anyone take their picture because it would steal their soul?”

“Yeah, I think I heard something about that. I always thought it was just bullshit.”

“Yeah, me too. Funny thing, though. I asked my father about it. And you know what? He told me it was true.”

Joseph snapped the shutter on the camera and the clicking sound reverberated in Shawn’s ears, repeating and repeating like it was caught in a loop. Shawn’s skin tingled all over while his muscles stiffened. Inside, he felt panicked as he realized he couldn’t move any part of his body. It was as if he had become frozen in time at the moment Joseph took the photo. His eyes remained fixed on the horizon and he couldn’t move them in any direction. He suddenly felt an incredible desire to itch his nose, to lick his lips, to scratch his balls, to do ANYTHING physical, but he was powerless. As if that sensation weren’t disturbing enough, he suddenly felt as if he were drifting out of his body – almost as if he were seeping out of his pores and becoming a vapor. Eventually, when he felt his entire being had escaped the confines of his body, he seemed to coalesce, his spirit – his soul – shrinking, becoming denser until it seemed to converge into a single particle that zoomed at light speed toward the lens of Joseph’s camera. He was disoriented as his very being was warped through the heavy glass of the camera’s lens until he was finally trapped inside the camera itself as a shapeless entity.

“Can you hear me, Shawn?” The voice was booming and echoey, like Joseph’s voice but heard from a long distance away in a deep canyon.

Shawn’s trapped being, or whatever you wanted to call it, could somehow hear the voice, and he discovered that he could psychically “speak” back to the voice, despite no longer having a tongue or a mouth. “What did you do to me?”

Joseph’s camera remained on the tripod, while Joseph sat beside it on the ground, eyes closed in a meditative state so he could communicate with Shawn’s trapped soul.

“My father taught me how to capture the souls of others in my camera, then teleport my own soul into their bodies.”

“Are you shitting me?”

“You’re stuck in a camera, Shawn. Does that seem like I’m shitting you?”

Although his soul had no eyes, Shawn could somehow look out through the lens and perceive his body, still standing frozen in position on the cliffside. “Why are you doing this?”

“First of all, because I can. I mean, if you had a choice to be either me or you, wouldn’t you choose you? Second of all, so that I can support my family.”

“Doesn’t look like you’re doing a great job of that so far,” said Shawn’s snide disembodied voice.

“I’m still only learning. But I’ve been on the lookout for a body that I could really do something with.”

“So all those pictures you took at the games, you were stealing people’s souls?”

“No, I have to concentrate to make it happen, so I only steal the souls that I really want. Like Madison’s.”

“What? You did this to Madison?”

“Yeah. A couple of weeks ago. I got her alone after cheerleading practice and asked if I could take her picture. And, zap, she was trapped in the camera just like you are now, while I took over her body.”

If Shawn’s soul had a head, it would be swimming. "So, wait, for the last two weeks, Madison…”

“Has been me, that’s right.” Shawn could hear a wicked smile in Joseph’s voice. “Every time you kissed her, every time she jerked you off, every time she blew you, that was me.”

Holy shit, Shawn thought. He had wondered why Madison had been so eager to give him blow jobs lately. “That’s sick.”

“I got the impression you enjoyed it at the time.”

“You did that just so you could have sex with me?”

“Not exactly. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed being so close to you, but being stuck in a straight girl just felt…icky. No, I had to use her to convince you to let Joseph take your picture. You would never have asked ‘Nava-homo’ to take pictures of you if your girlfriend hadn’t said how hot you looked in his photos. Once I – well, Madison – had planted that idea in your mind, Madison’s soul went back into her body, with no memory that anything unusual had happened to her, and I returned to school in as my dumb old self.”

Joseph’s body began to shake violently, as if something were escaping it at a rapid speed. Instantaneously, Shawn’s body began to vibrate. Joseph felt his spirit overtaking Shawn’s frame, his lifeforce oozing its way through Shawn’s bones, his muscles, his brain. The transition from his own scrawny body into Shawn’s was overwhelming to Joseph. While his training period had allowed him to enter other bodies that were larger than his, including his own father’s, none had previously possessed the strength, the poise and the confidence of Shawn. As Joseph acclimated to his new shape, the body began to move, balancing itself quickly before it could topple over the cliff. He clutched the football in his hands and had a comforting sense that Shawn’s body mechanics and agility were still intact even without Shawn’s soul. He glanced down at the gap in his open shirt and admired the well-honed musculature underneath. He lifted a mighty fist and appreciated how the folds of fabric stretched and strained over the pumped biceps. Taking over Madison was a means to an end. Taking over Shawn was Joseph’s wet dream. Shawn’s cock expanded to a rock-hard eight inches just from Joseph’s thoughts about what he would be able to do in this body.

Joseph looked over and saw his body collapsed on the ground beside the camera on its tripod. He walked over, enjoying the swagger that came automatically with this body, and spoke softly into the camera. “Shawn, I can’t hear you any more, but you should still be able to hear me. I’m not sure how long I’ll be in here, but don’t worry, my father will make sure nothing happens to you until I return. And I promise, I would never let anything bad happen to this body.” Joseph placed one of Shawn’s hands under his shirt and rubbed his smooth tanned skin.

Joseph, as Shawn, easily flung Joseph’s inert body over one shoulder and grabbed the camera and tripod with the other. He walked back to the house and left the camera and his old body with his father, then strode manfully back to the 4x4. He got into the driver’s seat and roared the engine to life. He had driven in enough other bodies by now that he could practically take a driver’s exam if he wanted to. He waved goodbye to his father, who could psychically make out the muffled screams of Shawn’s soul inside the camera.

Shawn did not show up for school the next day, and his parents told the school that he had never come home the night before, although his father did note that some cans of Budweiser had gone missing. No one had seen Shawn when he drove off, and his 4x4 was missing. Shawn’s girlfriend was questioned but she couldn’t think of anything that might have caused him to vanish, although the police found it suspicious that her memories of the past two weeks appeared to be astonishingly vague.

Joseph also did not show up for school the next day, but nobody noticed much. People were so used to him being out sick that this attracted no undue attention. He wasn’t a very memorable kid.

About a week later, Joseph’s father received a letter from California, in which Joseph described his adventures so far. He had ditched the 4x4 fairly quickly, to avoid being spotted, and with the help of family members scattered across the country, had made his way to the coast via various forms of transportation. He had already had meetings for possible representation as a model and hoped to be able to start sending checks back home soon. (There were other things Joseph planned to do with this body to make some extra money – things that Shawn would never have done and which Joseph’s father never needed to hear about.)

Just in case the police ever connected them to Shawn’s disappearance, Joseph’s father burnt the letter as well as a photo that Joseph had enclosed. It showed “Shawn” lying on a California beach in white shorts, hair clipped into a buzz cut and newly bleached to platinum blond, his softball-sized deltoids and biceps practically bursting through his golden skin.

In the photo, he was staring at the horizon, pondering the bright future ahead of him.

Source: “Senior Picture” by Cris Kane on Gay Spiral Stories

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