Posted Thu Feb 2, 2017 | 494 Words | Tagged story chav bodyswap

enchantedclothes:

WOW - more attention on this tumblr in 4 days than I’ve had with…probably any tumblr I’ve ever had over the last 7 years! Thanks, y’all!

Annnnd, one of my new followers asked me to turn someone invisible, and sent the above to me! (Thanks!)

It was a hell of a challenge and use of the clone stamp was limited. There were ZERO ‘content-aware’ tool strokes.

It’s not 100%. Not even close. It’s a painting after what I had to do to it. STILL, I think it turned out pretty lovely. More pixel-painting than I’ve ever done before with a manip–and I actually recorded the whole two-hour process.

Thanks for the challenge! Gimme more. :D

I have some more stuff of my own ready for tomorrow. See y’all around…

He invited me over to his place on Grindr, says he wants a sub to play with and worship him. True, he was pretty hot and damn I wish I could pull off the same cocky grin that he could and I went along with it.

I was given the strange tablet by a mate of mine who worked in doing some kind of science stuff, but was never allowed to tell me exactly what he was up to for some reason. He’s my mate and all, but still apparently “they” would find out. All he did was give me and tell me to pop it in a drink of some guy I’d go for a hookup with over the weekend.

I pop the tablet in his can of Carling when he’s gone for a piss, and he comes back and doesn’t notice a thing. I didn’t really know what to expect but he seemed fine for a bit.

He got cocky and we messed around. Then, being as he was took a selfie of himself in his gear. There was a flash, and a second of his clothing still in place where his body was before dropping and he was gone. He just dropped entirely, with no trace at all.

Not thinking much of it, and picking up the clothes you could smell him still on them. I thought in that moment how horny it would be to pick up his clothes as to wherever he had gone, and put them on. Or at least try on my figure.

I started with the socks which seemed to fit fine on my feet, even though I was sure he was many sizes bigger than mine. Next his boxers, which really did smell of him. They smoothly went on, and surprisingly fit. I wasn’t expecting them to as he was a lot thinner than I was.

Then the Adidas jumper, and as it slid over my head a fog set into my mind. Fuck, something was up. I looked at mine, his, whatever phone. Damn I needed a good fuck I thought as I opened the app again. This fucker just ran off the coward.