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Function & fashion in one gym look!

All Skins Compression workout today.

Something I didn’t know I needed, but will occupy my thoughts for a while

anyways

In my expert subjective opinion this photo is both fashion & art, end of discussion

wheeee!

Pretending that my muscles are still worth flexing after months of neglecting the gym 🫠

Something a little Kinky

Belated Happy Birthday! Sorry I’m so late with this, as a way to say sorry feel free to do what you want with me to help the celebrations last that little bit longer

When you came to you had the intense urge to help someone, the birthday boy. However no matter how hard you were thinking you couldn't think of how. So you just stopped. Stopped thinking, stopped worrying. The moment you did that a warm feeling washed over your body. At the same time your body began to feel tight. Your head felt light.

You looked down to see your arms almost bursting the seams, your pecs almost pushing through. You pulled your shirt over your neck and looked at your rippeling new abs. Your legs burst through your pants as your underwear became home to a python with their eggs. You couldn't help but fondle your new groin and looked over at the mirror in your room. You looked like a brute. A hot sexy brute able to relieve all worries in their partners life. You snapped a pic and send it to your birthday boy. "Omw babe... no worry"

Adventures at Swap Night

I’ve always been a kinky minded person, but due to being a shy introvert I’ve never really acted on them, without kink friends it’s hard to feel comfortable going to events or acting on my impulses. Instead I use social media to observe from afar and live vicariously through others, might not be the most healthy coping method but it works. Well that was my method until I saw a flyer for this event called Swap Night at my area’s local fetish club and getting drunk one evening, tickets were bought and contact info given before I even had the chance to chicken out.

Not really knowing what the event was exactly, I thought it was where kinky minded gear lovers gathered and trade clothing etc, you know like a swap shop sort of thing, I dressed in some of my older stuff hoping someone might approach me interested in a trade.

Entering the venue the feeling was as electric as I’d hoped giving me a new kind of confidence and excitement I’d not felt before. Everywhere I looked there were people being their authentic selves, pups, gimps, leather daddies, anything you can imagine you could see someone encapsulating that idea, it was incredible. After sitting at the bar drinking for probably 30 minutes, I heard some mic taps and this big bloke dressed in chaps and a leather waistcoat now stood on the stage.

“Gentleman, Pups, Doms, Subs & everyone else, welcome! Glad to see all of you here. Now are you ready to get Swap Night started!!”

The crowd cheered and some even wolf whistled.

He continued “Well then get ready to receive your texts and head to your designated spaces, and remember have fun swapping!!”

*bzzzt* I feel my phone vibrate a text pops up

“Hey, when you’re ready head to room 302 to begin your night ;)”

Finding my way out the back I found 302 not sure what to expect I hesitantly opened the door only to find an empty hotel suite

*bzzzt* “Get comfy and lay down on the bed” feeling it better to just obey the message rather than try to rationalise and figure this all out I put my head down and next thing I knew I was in a deep deep sleep, felt like I was swimming or falling through a black void, then suddenly a whiteness washed over me and I was awake again but something felt different, my clothes felt odd, tighter and only one piece, but then I felt different thinner, taller I stood up, luckily the room had a mirror and that’s when I saw me, well I think it was me.

I was some rubber guy, and not my usual self. And I was hot, like a sex machine, whoever this guy was he had given me a real gift, lucky the rubber had a front zip and releasing my new beast was amazing I was uncut and big, I started to stroke it getting hard, hornier and sweatier the rubber really sealing in all my new juices. I was in heaven, I was the ideal sexy rubber guy, horny and ready to please myself and others.

*bzzzt* a new message appeared on this body’s phone it was an image followed by a short message

“Hey new me, fancy coming to play with Daddy? Find me in room 310, I’ll be waiting ;)”

My new cock sprayed all down the mirror the message and invite sending me over the edge, looks like the previous owner of this body might have been a narcissist. Now I’ve gotta go, don’t wanna disappoint my rubber Daddy!

And if you ever see a Swap Night in your area go, it can be a real eye opening experience ;)

Anyone wanna teach me how to wrestle?

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.

Thanks for answering, based on how those undies suit you as well, I think blue might just be your colour!

I love your pinned photo you look great in it and the tights/leggings suit you, but real question is that mirror wall mounted yet? 😅

Aw thank you my friend! That photo was wildly popular, I really didn't predict it!

The wall mirror is finally mounted, yes! Although it does make it difficult to take similar photos now...

So I wanna give you a choice, so here’s two options:

1) If someone gave you free rein over tf-ing their body what would be your go to change for them?

Or

2) Swap, Hypno, TF; Jonathan Bailey, Orlando Bloom & Brett Dier

Multiple choice huh? Hahaha okay well I suppose I’ll go with the first one.

So. What would be my go to change? That’s a good one honestly. I suppose it could come down to who’s asking maybe. For example if this is a young 20 something year old dude one of my first go to changes would be some hot age progression. Aging him up gracefully into a hot mature daddy I think. Some silver in his hair. A good beard growing in hopefully. Yeah I feel like that would be the most likely and most self indulgent kind of change I’d make to someone. Even if they weren’t a young dude I’d probably still steer them towards hot daddy.

That said it would also be extremely tempting to turn someone into a bulky muscled jock instead. Especially if this person was a woman beforehand. Seeing her body flood with testosterone as it bulks up into an image of pure masculinity. I’d love getting to see her reaction every part of her new body. The muscle, the body hair, the deep voice and of course her thick new cock

But maybe if this person is someone I know personally, I might try to cater towards them. For example if this person turned out to be my boyfriend @tf-lover then my first go to change for him would be to change him into a hunky black dude. I know that’s been one of his biggest fantasies for awhile now so I’m certain he wouldn’t complain one bit

Unexpected

As soon as I saw my neighbour from down the hall I was smitten, I just couldn’t forgot about him or get him off my mind. At first I swear it was just a normal crush he was cute and I was lonely, but yeah overtime my attraction got twisted. I didn’t just want to be with him, I wanted him to be mine, I wanted what he had. Even though I still knew next to nothing about him I decide to put a plan into action. My late night web browsing antics had led me to a drink that claimed to give you the body of your dreams, if you catch my drift. Order placed I just had to wait.

Once it arrived, I waited and waited for my neighbour to come home, giving him ample time for a farewell, before I drank. At first nothing happened, just a pleasant fizzy drink, kinda like melon Fanta. Then it hit, my body felt loose and distant like I was no longer me just something occupying what was once mine. “THUD” the body collapsed but I was still stood up, I was, I think, an astral body. So I rushed & dashed to find my new home, without really taking it in I plunged into his back. The old occupant tried to fight back but my desire, my thirst was stronger, and soon he was out. Where he went afterwards I don’t know, nor do I care.

I opened my new eyes taking it all in, my victory, but what I saw wasn’t what I was expecting.

Looks like the old me was a little bit kinky, guess I have some new things to learn and experiment with, anyone care to help a guy out?

Soz Boss, forgot what I was doin, haha. I’ll get back to work now!

I don’t think it’s on here, but I’m pretty sure you wrote a body swap story featuring a guy named Reece, and just wanted to say it’s probably one of my favourite things I’ve ever read 🥵

Honestly I’d happily let you change me however you’d want after reading it

The one involving an office jockey getting swapped into the body of a chav? Them becoming a dim building site workie as their identity is sucked into a silver necklace and replaced? Yes, that was me.

Maybe I’ll get around to posting it on here eventually. There was more to the idea that I never got around to finishing. It involved giving him his old personality back but his body still acting as the chav. So he’s forced to witness and do things without control, but over time his thoughts slowly start to align with his body. There was also a boyfriend that came looking for him and…well, the building site coincidentally gets another pair of diligent hands to help out.

Perhaps you’d like to join them? There’s always room for more labourers, and I have a fit young lad willing to swap bodies. The pay is virtually non existent, the hours are long and your brain cells would be in the single digits. But other than that, it seems like it would suit you perfectly. I already have a chunky chained necklace waiting to have your name engraved on it. But it’s up to you, you can continue your dull life, of questioning yourself, feeling inadequate. Or you can embrace blissful ignorance, and be content at being just a simple minded workie for the company.

Yes that’s it, put it on, free yourself of complex ideals and surrender your old personality for my ever growing collection.

Good thicko. And? Don’t just stand there blockhead, start fucking working.

Recently I’ve been seeing loads of pics of gym guys in tight, probably too small lycra gear, it’s making me jealous of their muscles & confidence, I wish I could be like them and wear tight lycra without a care who sees or stares

You’re browsing wistfully through an online sports gear store when a popup window opens, displaying a cartoonish image of a buff genie in head-to-toe lycra. “Special first time offer loading…” the popup declares, and the genie winks at you as the webpage resets.

Suddenly, something has changed. You start running your hands over the smooth fabric hugging your body and look down to see yourself clad in a tight spandex leotard covered in brand names. Even your body underneath the clothes looks different, bulked up and tan, veins almost visible right through the lycra.

You jump up, checking that the window is shuttered so no one will see you, and scramble to your closet, but inside is more of the same. Every scrap of your clothing has been replaced with lycra. The cotton polo shirts have become form-fitting compression tees. All your slacks are now muscle-hugging yoga tights. And your underwear is all sheer, tight-fitting, and skimpy as hell.

As you blush down to your lycra-clad chest, you hear a cough from your computer speakers, and turn to see the cartoon genie glaring at you from the screen. “Okay, wrong reaction,” he scolds you, his voice tinny and distorted. “Maybe this will fix you.”

Faster than you can react, another loading bar fills and the page resets.

It’s like a fog settles over your head. This is hot, you think, feeling up massive tan muscles through your even tighter lycra one-piece. You love the mesh panels that let everyone see how much of a lycra slut you are. Nothing else is important except showing off your spandex-clad superhero muscles and getting off in your favourite gear.

Another wish fulfilled.

Got a wish you need twisted? Send an ask! Remember to say “I wish” so the genie hears exactly what you’re wishing for.

Luckily for me I ended up in the tall guy in the cap, seems I’ve also got a couple of new friends who like the new me too.

The Solar Eclipse - Switch

You are watching the Solar Eclipse when suddenly, all of you who's watching it passed out. Then after the eclipse, you learned that everyone who witness the eclipse randomly switched bodies. The last photo you like will be your new body. Here's mine.

Let me see who you've got.

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.

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.

Pic found @my-gear-smoking-favourites

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!

Guess I lucked out, now I don’t need to stress to find a Halloween costume because a new Spiderman is here to stay

You swap bodies with someone in the last post you liked with a picture. How happy/screwed are you?

Personally, I'm fine with being Beau Butler.

I love your recent post with the guy in the black & blue wetsuit have you got any more like that

Additionally would also be curious to see what would happen if you fed my face & looks into your system and what you’d create considering I look quite young for my age

There are never enough dudes in wetsuits.

As for using real faces and creating portraits of real people, I don't do that now, it takes too much effort and time, and the result is not always good.

I look young for my age so when I wear a waistcoat or suit I feel like a kid wearing their Dad’s clothes, just playing dress-up. I wish I had the build and face to look like a mature adult that would wear a waistcoat to show off their masculinity.

The genie has put his measuring tape against every possible part of your body by now, surely. He finishes measuring how much your ears stick out and finally steps back, a considering expression on his handsome face. He nods. “Here!”

With a wave of his hand, the genie is holding a heathered charcoal waistcoat. You hold it dubiously, sure that it will be too big, but at the genie’s urging you slip it on top of your T-shirt.

Of course you weren’t wearing a T-shirt. You only wear perfectly pressed white dress shirts. It’s important to always look your best, and you secretly love the pull of the buttons against your toned chest muscles. You move to look in the mirror, stroking your carefully maintained stubble as you consider the waistcoat.

The genie names a price, and you gasp. For one waistcoat? It’s daylight robbery! But then again, the craftsmanship is impeccable. And, you think, stroking your Rolex, it’s not like you can’t afford it. Plus, it makes you look so distinguished.

Your cock chubs in your slacks. You love the feeling of silk underwear. You lick your lips. “Done,” you tell the genie, pulling out your platinum card. You can’t wait to get back to your office at the end of your lunch break and jack off at your desk. No need for porn when you look this sexy and expensive.

Another wish fulfilled.

Got a wish you need twisted? Send an ask! Remember to say “I wish” so the genie hears exactly what you’re wishing for.

I’ve done lots of swimming and exercise in my life but I’ve never really put on any proper muscle, also doesn’t help that I look kinda baby faced. So I’ve always gotten a little jealous when I see pics of big burly bearded rugby players or like wrestlers and athletes who seem to ooze manliness, any chance you could do something to help ease my jealousy?

I've done a lot of swimming and sports in my life, but I've never really built muscle, and it doesn't help that I look a bit like a baby. So I'm always a little envious when I see pictures of big, strong, bearded rugby players or wrestlers and athletes who seem to be bursting with masculinity. Is there any chance you can do something to alleviate my jealousy?

There are certainly worse things than having the lean and toned body of a swimmer. But I can understand you, I myself have tried for a damn long time and in vain to develop the body of a real man. But even I somehow always remained the boyish swimmer. Let's see what we can do.

In the morning, before work, you swim your usual laps in the pool. 40 lanes of 50 meters each, the normal training. But when you get out of the pool today, you are horrified. What a shitty time! You haven't been this slow in a long time. And yet you feel in top shape! It's silly, but as punishment for the bad time, you do push-ups and burpees on the edge of the pool. Fortunately, there is hardly anyone here at this time. Officially, the pool will not open before a few minutes. But as a member of the swimming club you are allowed to enter the pool earlier. The pool attendant watches you do your exercises with a grin and asks if you've been working out more for mass lately. With your body you should have problems gliding through the water. You look down at yourself. Fuck, yeah! Your pecs have definitely gained mass. As you shower, your hands glide over your body. Feels different. Better! And especially hairier. Fuck, you really need to shave. Why actually? You like to soap your fur on your chest.

Did you make a mistake in the locker? These are not your clothes… Instead of your suit, there's a wifebeater, a boiler suit and a bomber jacket. Jockstrap and white socks. Everything is not clean anymore… Heavy work boots. Yeah, right. You have to go to the construction site now. You're a plumber. Your van is parked outside the swimming pool. Hey, it must be the chlorine, you're really crazy in the head. Or maybe you're just hungry. On the way to the construction site, you quickly get yourself a couple of meatball rolls. Yes, it's only 6:30 a.m., but you need meat now. At the construction site, it's all about rugby again. The games of the last weekend. The games of the next weekend. A colleague says that as coach of the Junior team you should be harder on his son. It would be a dream of his if you could make him as much of a stud as you are.

You like the job as a coach. But as long as you can, you'd rather be on the field yourself. But before your training starts, you do a few sit-ups to warm up. You are slowly approaching the age of 40. But you still have the body of a Greek god. You pause for a moment in your workout. Your colleague's son comes out of the clubhouse and waves to you. Horny guy. Yes, you can really take him a little harder…

You’re cute as is, but let’s bulk you up to make a strong guy that could easily dominate smaller men. However, there’s no fun in it if that muscle is only for show, so let’s make you a rugby player that can show off on and off the pitch, and maybe find someone to worship that post-match musk of yours.

This body is sick mate. Luv the tattoos and my beard. It's weird I know all the rules to rugby now, good thing too cause I love a playing a good rugby match with my mates after work in this body now. Good thing my mates are all as bulky as me so we can worship each others muscles in the showers.

I’ll take BER 6 if it’s still available, thanks

Torben Hendrik didn't actually intend to open the suitcase. He and his friends from the climate activists only collected the suitcases in order to throw them off a highway bridge in a joint action and thus block the access to the airport. But the strange signs on the suitcase make him curious. Are they Norse runes? Maybe something to do with Icelandic fairies or something. So he opens it. A stench of sweat hits him. And he is horrified. The first thing he recognizes are T-shirts with logos like the ones he knows from hooligans and neo-Nazis. He immediately closes the suitcase again. It really belongs on the highway.

On his way to the subway, Torben Hendrik passes a hairdresser. The long curls suddenly annoy him insanely. He takes a look inside the store. Although it's still very early, someone already seems to be there. Maybe this is his chance. The barber asks what he wants. Torben says never mind, the main thing is short. "Okay," answers the hairdresser and gets the long hair clippers. Not five minutes later, Torben sits there and looks in the mirror in horror. What devil has gotten into him? The barber doesn't care and soaps his skull. By the time he's finished shaving, Wotan has calmed down a bit. So at least you can see his "Oi Mate" written in gothic letters on the back of his neck again.

When the barber takes the cape away, you are ashamed of your silly clothes. Actually, you don't want to go out on the street like that anymore. What if your comrades see you like this? You ask the hairdresser if you can change somewhere here. You have your suitcase with you. When you come out of the back room, the store looks completely different. Grafitti and posters of boxing matches on the walls. Stickers from the Herta ultras on the mirrors.

The barber is a comrade. You would have now damn desire to ram the horny skinhead your cock in the ass. But you have no time for it today. He wears Domestos jeans like you. With white suspenders. And with white laces in the 20-hole DocMartens. Clearly also more your taste . But for what you and the comrades are up to today, combat boots are more suitable.

Meeting is in the bushes near the highway bridge, where the leftist rabble supposedly wants to meet right away. Damn do-gooders. So the world does not become better. And a climatic change invented nevertheless only the damned lying press!

Hi, Chronivac support

I was trying to use your app to give me a body that would look great in a kilt, to make me match my Scottish heritage more, but all I’ve seem to do is make my hair turn increasingly coopery and ginger each day. Did I mess up one of the settings, any way I can fix or correct this??

Good morning! You just left too many points open. And the colleague who worked on your case is totally uncreative. He can only think of red hair, freckles and big ears for "Scottish". You can do better than that. We'll turn you into a magnificent bull of Scottish Highland cattle. In your family tree you'll find Scottish marquies, Spanish fleet admirals and French counts. You studied law in St Andrews after your military service with the Royal Airforce. This is what a Scotsman looks like who wears his kilt with pride.

A kilt can be worn with the upper part of the body clothed… The main thing is that your cock swings freely between your legs.

Atta boy! If you keep up this effort for the Summer I’ll see to it to keep you on full time, and even throw in some private sessions in the gym so you can look like me one day!

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

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