Let it Snow

The glass doors were being pelted by the swirling snow, creating tiny bursts of powder all over the large industrial rug. The white flakes seemed to appear out of nowhere as if called forth from the darkness itself.

Despite it only being 6 pm, it felt like the middle of night due to the heavy clouds and snowfall. Letting out a sigh, I glanced down at the counter in front of me. The gym was practically empty, so I didn't have to worry about disturbing anyone. With nothing else to do, I scrolled through my phone while the storm raged outside. I wasn't looking forward to leaving work and having to trudge through the snow on foot, but luckily my home wasn't too far away.

I always seemed to get called in on nights like this - one downside of living so close to where I work. Last minute tasks were expected of me, especially as the manager. But I didn't mind the work; it was easy and allowed me to catch up on my social media and dating apps throughout the night. However, tonight was particularly slow and boring.

As I relaxed at the front desk, I surveyed the gym. It was a rather outdated space with basic equipment that got the job done. There were mostly college students who used this facility, attracted by its affordable prices for those just starting out. The scent in here was a mix of cleaning supplies and sweat - not exactly pleasant but not unbearable either. Leaning over the counter, I scanned the remaining people in the gym.

There were only three guys left - two whom I didn't know personally, and one who I've had a crush on for a year now. He usually came in after work, and we had been chatting more lately once he finished his workout. His name was Zander, and he was perfect - with his olive skin and massive muscular frame that put everyone else to shame. Every movement he made was smooth and sexy, and his deep voice always sent shivers down my spine.

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, he looked up at me, catching me admiring him once again. Blushing, I quickly looked away with a smile. We had been flirting like this for a while now, but never when the gym was this empty.

As I pretended to shuffle through some paperwork, I caught a glimpse of him in the mirrors on the wall. Zander smirked and went back to what he was doing. When our eyes met again, I tried to act nonchalant, but he just smiled and raised his massive arm to flex in the mirror - making it clear that he could see me looking at him through the reflection.

My smile turned into a mild chuckle as I muttered, "Caught again. Dammit." One of the other guys leaving the gym for the night caught my interest. "Have a good night!" I said with warmth, secretly thrilled at the thought of having Zander and the gym all to myself. "One down, one to go," I said through clenched teeth as I pretended to smile at the man.

The man left, and snow blew into the lobby, forcing me to mop once more. I casually glanced at the remaining man on the treadmill; it seemed like he would be finishing up soon as well. Deciding it would be wise to get some of my end-of-night tasks done early, I started mopping the rest of the gym. Hopefully, the snowstorm outside would discourage others from coming in.

I stole a glance at Zander, who effortlessly lifted heavy weights on the bench. It made me feel slightly self-conscious; I even flexed subtly in the mirror. Here I am, just as smitten and insecure as a teenager. I shook my head and chuckled quietly as I continued mopping around the squat racks. That's when I noticed the man on the treadmill getting off and heading towards the locker room.

My heart skipped a beat as I looked over at Zander, who was now watching me with intense interest. He took off his hat and began unloading the bench while maintaining eye contact with me. His handsome features had an inviting expression, and his muscles flexed with each movement.

I quickly scanned the gym, making sure no one was around before approaching Zander. "Hey man, good to see you tonight!" I said nonchalantly, leaning against my mop. A smile spread across his handsome face as he also leaned against the bench machine.

"It's just you and me tonight at the gym," he said in his smooth, alluring voice. My knees almost gave out as it became clear that we both had similar intentions. I was immediately turned on by his flawless features and muscular arms flexing as he shifted his stance. His toned legs and defined muscles were a sight to behold, and even his feet looked masculine in his snug black lifting shoes.

He winked at me and motioned behind me with his head. I turned to see the last guy finally leaving the locker room dressed to leave. With some effort, I forced a smile, dropping my mop against the squat rack, and followed the man out, hoping he didn't notice my obvious arousal. He seemed unfazed, just listening to music on his airpods as we walked into the cool night air.

As the man walked into the parking lot, I watched him disappear into the snow. Shortly after, a truck roared to life and peeled out of the parking lot. Excitedly, I put up the closed sign and locked the doors before turning back to find Zander standing in the doorway of the locker room with a sly grin on his face.

"I see you're closing up early tonight... should I get ready to leave too?" he asked mischievously, pulling up his shirt slightly to reveal his abs.

"Oh no," I replied with a laugh, jogging over to him. "You can stay for as long as you want." Standing close together now, our eyes met and I could feel the desire between us growing stronger. He brushed my hair back before running his hand down my neck and arm, gently taking my hand in his. With a wink and a smile, he led me towards the entrance.

As we walked into the main dressing area, I couldn't help but admire Zander's muscular form as he started to strip down. He effortlessly removed his clothes, leaving only his black lifting shoes and socks on. Leaning against the wall, he waited for me to make the next move. His body was an absolute work of art.

His tanned, muscular body glided effortlessly as he flexed and stretched, his abs rippling under his smooth skin. His large, perfect cock pointed straight at me, urging me closer with each invitation from his captivating eyes. My own arousal surged as I stumbled toward him, frantically trying to remove my shorts and shirt in response to his amused grin. Finally, I closed the distance between us, my cock brushing against his toned thigh as we both laughed at my clumsiness.

Without hesitation, he pressed his soft lips against mine, igniting a passionate fire within me. Every kiss was accompanied by the delicious sensation of his smooth, slightly cool tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. As we embraced, I could feel the strange movement of his silky skin over his rock-hard muscles. It was like running my hands over a hard stone table draped with the finest silk cloth. His body was undeniably hard, yet surprisingly soft to the touch.

He broke the passionate kiss with a mischievous grin and knelt down in front of me. Slowly, he took my cock and slid his perfect lips around the head. I let out a low groan as he took it deep into his mouth, gently caressing my balls as he sucked on them. His back arched and his skin tightened as he moved his head back and forth, taking in every inch of my cock.

I watched in amazement as his handsome features contorted and his lips stretched to accommodate my cock. He was able to take so much of it at once! Gently pulling my cock out of his mouth, he grabbed my hand and led me to a nearby lounge chair.

Playfully pushing me down onto the couch, he straddled me with his toned naked body and hard cock pressed against mine. We kissed again passionately, his hands tracing over my chest muscles. Pulling him closer, I could feel the definition of his muscles under his smooth skin as our bodies ground together.

With a moan, he raised up and carefully lowered himself onto my cock. Surprisingly, it didn't need any lube as it slid easily into his tight ass. It felt unlike anything I had experienced before during sex. His movements were smooth and fluid as he gyrated on top of me. I couldn't help but let out another moan, feeling myself breathe harder with each thrust.

His expression was serene as he rolled his eyes back and let out a deep groan, his shoes wrinkling as he continued to grind against my cock. His hefty legs widened as he thrust, the muscles in his quadriceps flexing with each movement. I could feel his cock growing as we both started breathing heavily.

Driven by an unknown force, I moaned and increased my thrusts into him with more intensity. Arching my back, I pushed myself as deep inside him as possible. He grabbed onto my shoulder with one hand and traced circles on my chest with the other, using one of his thick, toned legs to steady himself by unfolding it from underneath his squat position.

As he reached climax, his expression turned serious. Even without touching it, I could see his pulsing cock becoming more defined. Creases formed on his forehead and some of the skin around his abs folded over as he leaned in closer to me, locking eyes. Reaching up, I ran my hand across his smooth face, feeling its almost rubbery texture under my fingertips. He settled into my palm as he moved his ass up and down on my cock.

I felt my own body tensing up as my own cock began to engorge with cum. "So close," I murmured before releasing a groan. In a frenzy, he continued pulsating and moving his ass, every muscle sliding beneath his tanned skin that I couldn't help but admire. A satisfied smile stretched across his face, forming wrinkles and creases that I hadn't noticed before. He let out a guttural groan as his eyes rolled back and his body started trembling. At the same time, I let out a loud "OH FUCK" as my own body convulsed. Within seconds, we were both groaning loudly as I released a powerful load into his ass. Simultaneously, his cock twitched and trembled before shooting its own massive load all over my chest. We hung in a state of ecstasy for a moment before collapsing onto the couch with satisfied sighs.

Breathing heavily, he slumped on top of me, making room for his massive frame against the back of the couch. He ran his fingers through his hair before resting against my sweaty chest. "That was incredible," he purred in his smooth, sexy voice. I pulled him in for another kiss before getting up from the couch. He also sat up and checked his watch. The calm expression on his face quickly turned to one of concern as he fiddled with his smart watch.

I went to grab some towels from across the room when I heard him let out a surprised "Oh fuck." As I made my way back with the towels and started wiping off the remnants of his load from my chest, I noticed him typing something furiously on his phone, still naked and turned away from me.

"What's the matter?" I asked, noticing the worry etched on his face. His once toned body seemed to have grown in size, the muscles bulging against his skin and making him appear older.

He turned away from me, running his hand through his hair as he frantically searched for his clothes. "I'm sorry man, I have to go!" He exclaimed, quickly slipping on his underwear and struggling to put on his wrinkled shirt before he just tossed it on the floor. There was something off about him now - he looked sick. As he sat on the bench and rummaged through his belongings, I heard a creaking sound as he flexed his muscles unconsciously. His large feet barely fit into his shoes, causing them to stretch with each step. Suddenly, he stumbled and let out a deep growl.

Concerned, I handed him a towel. "Is everything alright?" I asked worriedly as I hurriedly got dressed myself. He didn't seem to notice as he grabbed his keys from his locker and rushed towards the locker room doors without even finishing getting dressed. He seemed to be in pain, his muscles visibly shifting under his tanned skin as if he were purposely flexing but unable to control it fully. Instead of answering my question, he clenched his teeth and left through the door.

Confused and worried, I ran after him, struggling to put on my pants as I did. As we made our way out of the locker room, the lights suddenly went out and the gym's backup generator kicked on, casting an eerie blue light over the room. Zander stopped abruptly and looked around before turning towards the front door. His body was rigid and tense, and I could hear a faint tearing noise as he rolled his shoulders uncomfortably."

Lines etched themselves across his face while his veins became more prominent. Something seemed wrong. "Zander, what's bothering you? The power outage is probably just from the snowstorm," I said, matching his pace as he headed for the door. "Are you really going out there wearing only underwear?"

He glanced down at himself and muttered a curse. I noticed his skin rippling strangely as he turned to me. I offered a smile and handed him the shirt I'd grabbed earlier. His expression turned worried as he looked toward the entrance, where snow had piled halfway up the glass doors.

"Wow, this storm really picked up while we were... distracted," I said lightly, though his concern was obvious. His hands balled into fists as he strode forward and yanked the doors open. Winter air rushed in, pelting his muscular frame with snow as he raised an arm to protect his eyes from the biting wind.

"OH FUCK..." The words came out in a thunderous voice, nothing like his usual smooth, alluring tone. "Nick, I have to get out of here!" He slammed the doors shut, but snow had already flooded in, soaking his feet and the lobby floor. His breathing grew labored as he stumbled back to the main gym area. "Oh no NICK, I can't..." He collapsed to his knees as an inhuman growl rumbled from within him, his wet shoes stretching and expanding.

I approached, resting my hand on his taut shoulders. "Are you alright?" I asked, noticing strange folds forming on his neck as he panted. "You look terrible!"

His eyes met mine, wild and desperate. His face had aged dramatically, appearing gaunt and weathered. An unsettling crack sounded from inside him, making me step back instinctively, wondering if he was about to be sick. Just then, the lights flickered back on.

"Nick, I'm going to show you soMEThing..." he forced out through clenched teeth. "...and I need YOU TO prOMISe not to fREAK OUT oK?" His muscles writhed and swelled as he rose. Another deep growl escaped as he waited for my response. "PlEAse know, I AM not GoING to HuRT YOU!" More bones crackled and shifted as something pointed began distorting his wet gym shoes.

Though I retreated slightly, fascination overcame my fear. He was literally growing larger before my eyes. "Okay Zander, but what's happening? Should I call someone or..."

He cut me off with another inhuman growl. I watched in shock as his teeth fell out, replaced by sharper ones emerging beneath. "NO!!" he roared in that gravelly voice. "I'm sORry NicK!" He doubled over as his muscles convulsed with a rubbery stretch. The skin around his abdomen loosened while his back bulged, as if something was about to burst through.

His expression was fierce as a tearing sound came from behind him. An odd, marine-like scent filled the air just as his workout shoes began splitting at the seams, his feet writhing and expanding inside them. His entire body trembled as his skin stretched taut, with strange shapes moving beneath it as if his flesh was merely a container. I took more steps back as pale, inhuman claws burst through what remained of his footwear.

Mesmerized, I watched his back arch as sharp, slick fins tore through his smooth tan skin while his body convulsed. His features contorted in a grimace as he rose up, releasing another guttural sound. With a grunt, he reached behind his head, driving his fingers deep into his scalp. A wet ripping noise followed, then a sigh as he looked down at me. "This ISn't GOnna BE PRETTY," Zander managed through a clenching, rippling jaw.

He stood frozen for a moment, struggling to grip the skin as claws emerged from his fingertips. Finally securing his hair and the scalp beneath, he began slowly peeling it apart. His mouth stretched into an unnaturally wide grin while his transformed toes flexed in the open air. His back convulsed again as the torn flesh parted further, revealing more of the pale, slick skin underneath.

His features began to droop and sag as he pulled apart the skin behind his head. His eyes and slack mouth shifted out of alignment with his true face beneath as he tugged what was once his handsome visage down into wrinkled folds. He rolled his shoulders, allowing the skin to peel away from his emerging true form.

A wet, gurgling sound accompanied his continued removal of the human disguise, exposing more of the larger, glistening inhuman shape. The creature released moans and growls that seemed almost relieved as he pushed the rubbery Zander-suit down past his hips and legs, finally kicking aside the empty shell like discarded clothing.

Zander's transformed body was massive, with slick skin and fins protruding from his broad, muscular back and forearms. A marine scent filled the space as he stumbled away from the remnants of his former human covering. He turned to face me, raising both arms skyward in a gesture of peace, just as darkness engulfed the room once again.

Terror and fascination warred within me as I stared at the enormous aquatic creature. The fact that this massive being had somehow fit inside a human disguise boggled my mind. My retreat finally ended when my back hit the counter, my eyes fixed on the discarded skinsuit that was once Zander.

"I know this is a shock," the creature said in that inhuman voice, casually stretching and moving around. "The snow trapped me here, and after our... intimate moment, I couldn't maintain that human form any longer." His familiar mannerisms, strangely enough, helped calm my nerves.

"You're... you're..." I struggled to find words, internally scolding myself. Despite my shock, I felt more fascinated than frightened. "...an alien?" I managed, trying and failing to appear composed. The creature chuckled, examining his slick jaw with clawed fingers in the mirror.

"I'm quite the catch back home," he joked, or at least I thought he was joking. My curiosity getting the better of me, I began to circle him slowly. "Not an alien, exactly, though I see why you'd think that. I'm from the Pacific Ocean - part of an ancient race of amphibian humanoids. We've been here longer than modern humans, actually. Some of us live among you to study your species. We've been doing it for centuries."

I leaned back against the front desk and slowly slid down in a seated position, stunned. Zander carefully settled beside me, though not before accidentally cracking the desk and falling backward. I couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to help him up. His hand felt cool and slick against mine.

"So how many of you are there?" I asked after we'd both caught our breath.

"Fewer than there used to be," he sighed, his fins rippling slightly. "The ocean isn't what it was centuries ago. But we have communities along the Pacific coast, mostly in deeper waters."

"And you all can just... become human whenever you want?"

He shook his head, gesturing to his discarded skin. "These Biosuits take years to develop. They're grown specifically for each of us, calibrated to our body chemistry. Some never manage to maintain the disguise."

"How long can you stay human looking?"

"Usually about a week before needing to shed it," he explained. "Though... intense physical activity can shorten that time." He gave me what I assumed was a knowing look, making me blush.

"And nobody's ever caught you? In all this time?"

"There have been close calls," he admitted. "But humans tend to rationalize what they see. A glimpse of scales becomes a trick of the light. A fin becomes a weird shadow. The mind sees what it expects to see."

As we talked, I found myself repeatedly glancing at his empty skinsuit by the bench rack. It looked so ordinary lying there, like discarded clothing rather than an advanced biological disguise. Zander noticed my fascination.

"Do you want to try it on? Or at least what's left of it?" he asked casually. "I have another one in the car, but I'll need your help to get it of course." He leaned in and whispered, "I can't be seen outside like this, there are cameras everywhere!"

That of course reminded me about the gym's security cameras. We'd need to erase today's footage before leaving. I slowly got up, looking between Zander and his empty human suit on the floor. "You think it would fit?" I asked, surprised by my own eagerness.

I approached the wrinkled tan disguise and carefully lifted the face. The whole thing was heavier than expected, its artificial muscles sagging in my grip.

"It's a bit torn from my transformation, but it should adjust to your size. The suit can adapt somewhat," Zander explained, stretching as he watched me. I smiled at him before starting to undress. "Fair warning - I've been wearing it all day, so..." he added sheepishly, scratching his sleek head.

The suit wasn't as unpleasant as I'd anticipated. The interior had a thin coating of slime and a faint marine scent. Watching myself in the mirror, I slipped my foot inside, fascinated as the deflated limb began filling out. The wrinkled tan skin gradually smoothed as I worked it over my body. A tear along the spine and mask made it easier to put on, though my feet poked through the damaged toe area.

The size difference between us was obvious - the suit hung loose on my frame despite my own bulk. I carefully pulled Zander's face over mine, seeing his familiar but sagging features in my reflection. Though stuffy inside, the slick interior adhered to my skin, helping the mask settle naturally. With Zander's help, I adjusted everything into place. The suit seemed to repair itself the longer I wore it, another fascinating feature of the disguise technology. Once my exposed skin was fully covered, I retrieved my underwear from behind the desk, the suit making rubbery noises as I moved.

Standing before the mirror, I stared at my reflection while Zander observed intently. His human likeness gazed back at me, stirring something deep within as I saw his form merged with mine. My hands explored the suit, sliding over the chest and abdomen, watching how the artificial skin creased beneath my gloved fingers. When I traced the jawline, the features temporarily wrinkled before settling back into place, creating an uncannily lifelike appearance. "This is incredible," I whispered, mesmerized by the transformation.

"I chose well, didn't I? I'm thrilled you find it appealing," Zander said, his inhuman form visibly aroused as he watched me.

"This is incredible," I breathed, striking different poses and watching the muscles flex. The synthetic skin shifted subtly with each movement, yet maintained a remarkably natural appearance. I couldn't resist touching myself as I experimented with the suit, flexing my toes and testing the facial expressions. "You really wear these every day?" I asked in wonder. It made sense though - now that it had adapted to my form, the suit felt surprisingly lightweight, and the way it bonded around my eyes and mouth made traditional prosthetics seem primitive in comparison.

Zander approached, resting his slick hand on my muscled shoulder. "We try not to frighten humans with..." he gestured to his reflection, his towering amphibian form impossible to miss. "Our numbers are dwindling because of ocean pollution. Working alone up here, away from my kind, it gets... lonely," he trailed off, gazing through the snow-covered windows.

"Why not seek revenge?" I asked, emboldened by our connection. "Humans haven't exactly been kind to your habitat."

"Some of us harbor that anger," he admitted. "But most just want peaceful coexistence. Ironically, despite our biological advances like these suits, we lag far behind human technology. We can survive the ocean depths, yes, but we can't match your ability to shape the world. The surface is hostile territory for us - it takes years to learn to survive up here."

His melancholy struck a chord. "Lonely indeed," I echoed, taking his hand. "But now you have someone who knows the real you. Maybe together we can work toward protecting your home, make some small difference from up here." I gathered our scattered clothes and headed back to the main gym. "For now, let's get your spare disguise. We can continue this at my place," I suggested, feeling Zander's borrowed features stretch into a smile. The fishman's laughter resonated through the empty gym.

As I opened the front doors wearing Zander's skin, I realized this week would prove far more interesting than expected. The thought was both thrilling and freeing. "Definitely interesting," I whispered, making my way through the snow toward his car.

The End