![]() Within moments, what began as a shadow evolves into a full, well-groomed beard, adding a layer of distinguished masculinity to your transformed visage. Dark, thick stubble starts to sprout, covering your lower face with a virile urgency. Your face reconstructs subtly yet significantly jawline becoming a pronounced sculpture, your cheekbones more defined, creating striking contours accentuated by a newly found sharpness in your eyes. The skin across your body tingles, the pigment deepening into an enchanting ebony, smooth and flawless, radiating a healthy glow that feels invigorating. ![]() Your height shoots up, causing a brief sense of disorientation as the world around you adjusts to your new perspective. As the chocolate melts in your mouth, a warmth spreads throughout your body that rapidly intensifies into a blazing fire, rewriting the very code of your physique. You know… to keep warm.Īh, Evan! Your fingers gingerly pick up the Chocolate Truffle from the cauldron, the promise of a new identity lingering within its rich, velvety layers. You pop a smirk as you think of joining your friends out on the frozen planes, of showing off your worked out bod and shoving your gargantuan dick down their eager throats. Your name is Alexei, and you’re 6 feet and 5 inches of pure, Russian muscle and walking, talking sex. When you stand, you’ll find a new man facing you in the mirror. You feel as it grows into a big fat Russian cock, worthy of your adonis body. You reach down and feel it expand in your compression shorts. As your body solidifies in it’s new form, the heat runs down to your dick. You look hardened now, a perpetual frown frozen on your face, along with a buzzed head and a peppering of black facial hair. Thoughts of work and school are replaced with thoughts of marching through the snow and downing vodka with your comrades.Īs you start to think, your face starts to shift. You’re becoming the ideal Russian man, loosing all sense of your normal identity as you slowly surrender to the feeling of power pulsing through your veins. And that’s when it hits you the vodka, the pale skin, the rugged muscle. “Chto so mnoy proiskhodit?” You ask yourself in a language you do not recognize. Your shoes are defenseless too, as a pair of enormous feet erupt through the rubber and velcro. You jeans tear apart as two massive tree-trunk legs burst through the fabric. Through it you can see your abs crunch together, hardening like six solid stones implanted beneath your pale skin. Your pecs swell like two large cushions, a light dusting of black hair settling in the cleavage. Your arms, bulking out with pure, hard muscle. ![]() You scream in a voice that is several octaves lower, and you look down at your body, half expecting it to be falling apart.īut you couldn’t be more wrong. You crumple to the floor in agony as your body contorts and writhes. You watch as the color starts to dissipate, the small brown hairs on your arm turning to a darker shade of black. You rush to the bathroom, and stick your hand under some cold water. The veins underneath are popping and rushing as the vodka rages through your system like gasoline. The empty bottle falls to the floor, smashing into thousands of shards. Like you’ve been doing this for years.ĬRASH. It’s as if your throat has adapted to the taste. Gone is the prickling feeling you might as well be drinking water. Never did you drink like this, not even in your college years.īut it’s unlike anything you’ve ever tasted. You bypass making yourself another drink you simply grab the bottle, putting it you your lips and downing it in a few gulps. It isn’t long before you’re staring at the bottom of an empty tin cup. It sets your throat ablaze, and you breath in deep and your senses become alert.Īnother sip. You take a sip, feeling the prickling cool of the vodka. You mix it together with some beer, some lime. Like the liquid inside is made of crystal. But something is drawing you to it, an almost other-worldly attraction. Just a normal bottle of vodka sitting on the shelf at the grocery store. At first, it doesn’t look like anything to you.
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