So I Wanna Give You A Choice, So Here’s Two Options:

Hey support

So I decided to go to my first fetish event at a club next weekend, but being a shy always in my own head kinda guy I was a little anxious about the whole thing. So I thought, I might find some temporary presets or changes on Chronivac to last for the night to get me out of my own head and make me feel more at home with being at the event.

I think I messed something up though, cause although the changes are suppose to be temporary and only for the day/night of the event, I can’t put my finger on it, but things seem to be changing in my daily life right now, over a week before the big day.

It's Sunday morning. According to your memory, you had a quiet Saturday evening on the sofa. Chips, Netflix, a bit of wanking. A perfectly normal Saturday evening. But why the hell do you have this hangover? And the apartment smells of beer and cigar smoke. Full ashtrays in the kitchen. Empty whiskey glasses. Full condoms on the floor. A few jockstraps. Empty poppers bottles. What was going on here yesterday. And where did that hairy, snoring fellow on your sofa come from?

It's 6pm when you finally get rid of the fellow (hottest Sunday morning sex ever), you've tidied up and cleaned. Now you feel like a cigar. But not at home anymore. You've just got rid of the smell to some extent. But now you need a whiskey and a cigar.

You actually thought that the stranger on the sofa owned the biker boots and the leather jacket at the coat check. But he left your apartment wearing just one of the jockstraps from the kitchen floor and a pair of tracksuit bottoms. But now you're standing in front of your hallway mirror with one of the jockstraps, a 501, a white T-shirt that doesn't fit at all badly, the boots and the leather jacket. And you like what you see. There are cigars in the leather jacket. And as if remote-controlled, you walk through the evening streets until you find yourself standing in front of an inconspicuous door in the basement of a side street. You ring the bell. The doorman greets you with a fist bump and says it's good to see you back. Your regular seat at the bar is free. Your whiskey and ashtray are ready before you can even take a seat. You like Sunday evenings here. No curious tourists. No hustle and bustle. Real men who want their peace and quiet. And maybe a quick fuck. The fellow who disappears into the toilet had clearly made eye contact with you beforehand. You follow him…

Monday morning. Shit, you could have stayed in bed for another hour. But you have to look good at the weekend. And you have to go to the gym before work. And you're still wearing the urine-yellow and cum-encrusted jockstrap from yesterday. Your cock never gets limp when you wear it. Your PA shines through the stretched fabric. Fuck, you're so horny that you have to jerk off in the shower. And with every movement, your PA gets a little thicker. And your circumcised foreskin comes back. As you stuff your sweaty clothes into your gym bag and put on your suit, you think wistfully of your leather jacket. You miss the smell of masculinity in your work clothes… And the creak of leather.

On Tuesday after work, you get changed and go to your favorite barbershop. Hair radically short, beard in shape. On the Friday before the party, you only need to have the contours corrected once. You're actually always here twice a week. Great atmosphere. You're not the only man sitting in the styling chair in leather jeans. And with a cigar and a glass of whiskey, it's almost like being in your favorite bar. And once you've changed your clothes and had your hair done, you can see what's going on in the bar. As you might expect, not much. But Hendrik, the Danish barman, plays with your nipple piercings. And just before you leave, there's a submissive skinhead who first serves as your urinal and then gives you a blowjob. Good evening!

Yesterday was a normal day at the gym, but on Thursday you realize that the big fetish events are in town this weekend. There are more men than usual at the weights in the morning. And the men are bigger, more muscular and hairier than usual. It smells of sweat and musk. The air is full of testosterone. Damn, there's more than one ass you'd like to fuck. And a number of fellows obviously wouldn't be averse either. But you won't cum until tomorrow night. You want maximum pressure on your balls. You spend the evening with leather waxes, brushes and polishing cloths. Boots, pants, jackets, shirts, harnesses… There's a hell of a lot of black leather to polish to a high shine. Your new fullsleave has healed perfectly. The new sling is hanging, the St. Andrew's cross is fitted and tomorrow morning you'll swap the cotton sheets for black leather. You are a neat freak. But planning and preparation is everything!

Today is Friday, so you can wear leather trousers to the office. The dirty jockstrap and cock ring underneath. The white button-down shirt will be changed quickly later. You don't want to waste any time.

You change in the barbershop to the cheers of the other customers. Zac takes the opportunity to trim the fur on your chest. There are already long queues outside the club. You don't care. You just walk through to the entrance. You greet the doorman with a handshake and a French kiss. He returns the favor by grabbing your bulge. Fuck, your balls are about to burst. The party can start.

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I got new tights from Skins Compression, they’re so smooth and fit perfectly and I love them.

I’ll book my plane tickets but I think I’ll be late for the morning 😂

I think I wanna spend all morning in bed- come join me?

But is it fashion?

Not sure if you can help me but, recently I’ve found out about this guy called Eddie Chipp and now all I can think about is how I want be like him, or maybe I even want to be him. To be so big, and not care how little I wear because I’m absolutely gorgeous

After finding this man I see the appeal for sure. We just have to make this happen. Without warning you find yourself floating through the air in a house that you’re not familiar with. There is Eddie. Posing in front of a mirror looking hot with b his muscles body. You slamming the back of him and take immediate control of his meaty flesh. “Woah !” You scream out in his voice. You bend and flex your body. Finally in control of the one man you wished to be. But then you hear a voice in the back of your head and realize that Eddie is still there. Unable to take control of his body ever again. But he can talk to you. You look down at your body and think about all the things you’re going to do in this one. Eddie knows what you’re thinking and screams no! But that doesn’t stop you was strutting to the bathroom with with meaty size 14s. It’s time Eddie had the first taste of his body. After all he’s going to be eating a lot more of it from now on.

Your bio says you’d be interested in ‘trading bodies’, what’s your current body looking like and how many trades did it take to get it?

It took me quite a while to get inside of my friend's body. But can you blame me for trying? Adam here had been wanting to quit smoking for the longest time but couldn't overcome the cravings and ultimately always gave in and never could kick the habit. I approached him after his most recent attempt failed with a plan to take over his beefy body. I offered to help Adam by explaining a spell I found online that would allow two people to swap bodies as long as they both agreed and that as I was a non-smoker that it would be easier for me to kick the habit for him while he would have no cravings while he hung out in my body. After a few weeks he finally agreed to the swap when he realized how nice it would be to not worry about needing to smoke in my body.

Fast forward to today, you can see that I clearly couldn't handle the cravings either and am enjoying every second of Adam's body. Despite the overwhelming need to smoke, I'm really horny in Adam's body. I don't know if I can agree to change back when my body feels like this. I really did want to kick the habit, but oh well.

Think you can give me the body of an Olympic swimmer, Adam Peaty, Duncan Scott, Michael Phelps, I don’t mind who, I just wanna wear a Speedo and have the whole world look at me as a stud

Adam never saw it coming. A little sting was all he felt before his body collapsed and his mind went blank. His well-formed body turned into a nice skin suit just for you.

All you need to do, is to take care of your newest posession.

it is the perfect fit right away: it is easy for you to adjust to your new frame, the thick, toned body, the tattoos, and all in all, your new life as a professional swimmer.

You love all about it. Running around barely clothed, just a tight speedo to cover your manly parts, and people dont mind. Instead, they appreciate your physique, watch your muscles flex while moving effortlessly through the water.

It doesnt even matter that you are hard most of the times. Its no secret that you are packing heat inside your trunks. It is visible for anyone with eyes. Who could fault you?

Seeing all those sexy, almost naked guys all day, and performing at your best would anyone grow hard.

And as a swimmer, this is your work gear, and thats what you love the most. People see you as the stud you are, showing off your taut muscles and thick meat.

And another perk of your new job; you are wet all the time, an easy way to hide your cock leaking anytime you would see your fellow swimmers.

Wearing tight gear isnt making it easier not to cum once youre dressed up. Your body, somehow, is horny during swim sessions. And this makes it even harder to stay focused.

Luckily, your fit body allows you to perform well after all.

You are flourishing inside your new body, and no one will ever expect you to not be Adam Peaty.

Just a lil sunshine ☀️

Well I owe you one for helping me out and with Summer coming up I need all the help I can get, you’re hired

Get to work trimming those hedges for me, would ya!

Still looking for people to pick numbers? I’m indecisive and couldn’t pick a number myself so randomly generated a 6. I hope it helps me become more decisive

You're in luck. Your new body is decisive. You have to be when you own your own gardening company and make your own gym routines.

If you ever need someone to help you with work, feel free to turn me into some muscular manual laborer

Hope you lot don’t mind me turning up a bit sweaty, he was always around people so the only time I could make my move was when he was on his daily run, and honestly I’m kinda enjoying my new musk

HALLOWEEN PARTY!!!

Halloween is two weeks away! If you want to come to my party you can! You just gotta possess a hunk first! This is my hunk!! Cum make me a bottom!