Keaton Subjeck stares dead eyed into the distance, cock throbbing in his tight Lycra suit. The hairy, hunky college wrestler is still in there… somewhere. But right now, he’s not in control.
Who is, you ask? Well, that’s up to you. You always said you wanted to be a wrestling jock. You spent all of high school on the bleachers, watching those big sweaty guys tackle each other to the ground, the outline of their dicks so clear that you could practically make out the veins on their shafts. You marveled at the way those wrestling suits perfectly framed their asses, and you seethed with envy every time you walked into the locker room to hear them fucking in the showers after a match.
I can make all of your dreams come true. Keaton’s body is standing there, waiting for you to inhabit. All you have to do is close your eyes and breathe… breathe…
Yes, your body feels different now, doesn’t it? Everything slightly bigger, slightly bulkier. You itch your chest, running your fingers through a forest of sweaty brown chest hair that wasn’t there before. Your nostrils fill with the sweet musk wafting off your used wrestling singlet.
Open your eyes. Keaton’s body is yours now.
The roar of the crowd fills your ears as you lift your arms in a mighty flex. The applause gives you a rush. It makes you cocky, and makes your cock jump. Will they notice if I pop a boner? Who cares! Half of them are here for the view, so why not give them a show?
You saunter into the ring and stare down your opponent. Another kid, fresh out of high school, knock-kneed and dripping with nervous sweat. He’s no match for your impossible strength, lightning speed, and deadly vice grip—and he knows it.
You run through all the moves in your head, imagining all the ways you’ll take him down. Your mind might still be yours, but you’ve inherited Keaton’s skill for wrestling. Not to mention his skills in bed; you’re already planning all the ways your going to fuck him in the locker room afterwards…
The bell DINGS and you lunge. Within seconds, your opponent is on the ground, your ripe boner pressed up against his head.
With your arms gripping him tight, you feel his body tremble. Not with fear… but with arousal. He’s already imagining you pinning him down, buck naked in the showers, dominating his ass and cumming deep inside of him.
You grunt as pre begins to leak from your cock and seep into your singlet. With your thick, bear-claw hands, you grab his perky ass and hoist him up over your head. In your real body, this would have been impossible, but with Keaton’s strength, he’s light as a feather.
Now you can see that you’re not the only one sporting a hard-on; your opponent’s dick is tenting his singlet hardcore, twitching a little and your grip on him tightens.
He’s on the verge of cumming. Right there, in his Lycra, in front of the crowd.
All you have to do is slip one finger under his singlet and into his needy hole, and he’ll melt in your hands. It’s just a tease of what’s to come, but it’s enough to send him over the edge. You grip his taint, your opponent cums, and the bell rings.
You’ve won. Obviously. Better get used to that feeling, because winning is Keaton’s favorite Subjeck(t).
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