Posted Thu Sep 24, 2015 | 216 Words | Tagged story

My roommate was such an arrogant prick. I really disliked him, how he walked around all muscly and tough and looked like a thug most of the time. He could tell I didn’t like him, but that meant nothing to him. It wasn’t like I could do anything anyway.

Then one day I woke up to find I had some strange tattoos on my arms and one on my chest. I don’t remember anything and I was fairly certain I wasn’t drinking or anything last night.

I asked my roommate, “Ryan, did you do anything to me last night?”

“Yeah I did fucking twerp. Now activate”

I stood up straight. Unable to control myself. Who was myself? I don’t remember. I stood still while he customised my body. Measuring where he wanted my hair, he shaved it off.

Then I felt a zap as he pressed something. I felt my muscles become pumped up and lean, my pubic hair grew out and my jaw become defined. Then I felt his words in my mind, I was his and I was to act however he wanted.

He let my lounge around, naked of course, waiting for him to come home and use me. I loved being a stud like this and my room mate was fucking awesome.