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Heyyo! Welcome to my goonhole!

Fair warning, there will be honestly weirdo stuff. That may or may not be your thing. If it is, then you can proceed.

VERY NSFW. There's likes dicks and butts n shit. And noncon, ofc. Comes with the medium.

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Training Regiment

Oh! They're here!

I open the door to a large, hulking man in a tight-fitting camo shirt and a backpack, with muscles the size of melons. Despite the intimidating appearance, not a single shred of emotion lay beyond his lifeless eyes, staring blankly directly in front of him.

"Come in, come in", I gesture to the man.

He robotically walks into the flat and sits on the plastic chair I took out for him.

I feel him up, admiring my handiwork. Man, I really outdid myself this time. Would you believe me if I told you that a few months ago he was just a scrawny guy I found on the street? Luckily, I happened to be around to reprogram him into something better.

"Access admin control. State original given instructions."

The man stiffly responds.

"I am master's lowly muscle drone. Every waking moment is dedicated to growing bigger for my master. My only thoughts every day are how I can improve my body for my master. Master's happiness is the only goal that is worth preserving, and I am unworthy of his praise until I have a body worthy of it."

"Good drone. Now let master give you your praise."

(https://x.com/ranzmusclelover/status/2069425708095741982)

#male mind control #male hypnosis #male drone #male tf

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Recon at the Fortress of Meropide

(Reader Request)

"Hey Dupond! Quit slacking off! We have a quota to fill."

"Uh, right away, sir!"

I grumble, continuing to slave away at the machine using my freakishly long human arms. My sweat has completely soaked through my shirt, showcasing my round belly. This work is just so unbecoming of an Abyss Mage such as myself, but it's all worth it for the sake of my mission.

I was sent to Fontaine for a mission to infiltrate their stupid society. Every scout of the Abyss Order is given just a small fraction of our Lector's power over the Leylines. With it, we can extract memories from the ley lines to assume the forms and identities of whomever we desire. Dupond is just another one of the identities that I assumed. As a guard of the Palais Mermonia, he had all the necessary permissions to gather information, but he's just not interesting enough to evade suspicions. Alas, I got too close when snooping around their classified documents. They never actually saw me ruffling about, but I was charged with trespassing after being seen on the kameras.

At first I thought this to be a setback, but shortly after being sentenced, I realized the potential of my situation.

Over the course of my brief stay here, I've memorized every guard's schedule. In just a few minutes, there will be a blind spot right next to the entrance to the central tower.

I wipe away the sweat from my mustache before finding a spot behind some pipes. Today is the day Wriothesley is showing about some new prisoners. Before long, the warden exits the tower, and I sneak through the metal doors behind him.

Inside the tower is a spiral staircase leading up to the warden's office. I make my way up to the top. The circular room is lit by a large skylight opening to the ocean depths. An ornate desk faces the entrance. Behind it is a plush red chair, and a giant version of the duke's seal is on the wall behind it. There are multiple bookshelves around the area, with one housing a large closet.

There we go.

I open the doors of the closet, where a little something catches my eye. A loose red tie.

I clutch it in my hands like a priceless jewel. A grin makes its way across my face as I begin to focus on rewriting the reality of the ley lines. My pudgy gut recedes to make way for a chiseled six-pack. At the same time, my muscles begin growing into a body molded by years of scrappy combat as battle scars spread across my body. My face becomes clean shaven, and my features sharpen into those of a man in his late 20s. A mop of short, black, messy hair drapes over my face, and my outfit changes to one more becoming of a duke. My prison uniform turns into a crisp double-breasted vest with grey trousers. Black bandages wrap themselves around my arms and neck. After the transformation completes, I am the spitting image of the Duke. I grab a piece of my new ass, squeezing it with awe. Then my new memories come flooding in, filling my head with the formative years of the young duke to help me pass successfully.

This is the perfect position to gather intel. The Duke knows all the ins and outs of the place, and holds some very powerful connections. I chuckle. Those fools are all none the wiser that their trusted confidant is actually working for the enemy.

Hmmmm. I was going to wait for a bit to ambush the Duke in his own office, but now that we have some time to ourselves...

With a swift yank with my toned arms, the Duke's trousers are pulled down, and both of the Duke's prized possessions fall out. The Duke has a slight above-average size topped with a bush of dark hair, but his girth is anything but. The width of the member is only enhanced by a silver ring around its base, and it seems that the Duke still has his foreskin untouched. The head just barely peeks out, covered by a hood of skin.

I grip my member with my hand and begin to move it up and down in the middle of the room. At the same time, I pinch one of his nipples and play with it, providing dual stimulation. With every pump, the sensitive head is momentarily exposed to the balmy sea air, before the hood slides smoothly back over it. The wet squelch of the skin sliding against skin echoes across the tower.

As I pleasure myself in the middle of the room, I look up at the waters above. All of this is under my jurisdiction now. This body, and the rest of this Fortress, is now in service to the true masters of this world.

I continue to jerk off indiscriminately. Every time I feel myself coming closer, I stop just before it does. In a vicious cycle of gooning and edging, I can feel my seed accumulate, just waiting to be released.

Then I hear a voice from behind me.

"Stop right there! Who are you, and why do you look like me?"

I turn around, hand still wrapped around my cock.

Wriosthesly stands at the entrance to the room with his gauntlets raised, clearly shocked at the sight before him. I chuckle. "Oh? I was going to save this for later, but now's a good time too."

I grab one of the spare hats I stole from the Guard's Office and fling it onto the Duke's head before he has a chance to respond.

"What the?"

Instantly, the transformation starts. His face changes to that of a young officer fresh out of the program. His hair shortens to a standard short cut, and his features soften. His uniform is changed to a standard guard uniform, a black high-collared coat over brown pants. His scars fade, but his physique remains the same as before. His chest fills out the coat erotically, just barely kept in by a few buttons, and his ass stretches out the pants from behind. It would be a waste to let that body go to waste, so I arranged a whole new identity for the former Duke.

He is now a fresh new recruit named Caspar. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, but willing to serve his superiors to the fullest. I've already prepared the necessary documents to prove his existence, and with my newfound authority, I can ensure they are processed without question.

The former Duke is dazed, gripping his head as his data is forcibly overwritten.

"Urghh my head...where am I...Oh! Sorry, my Duke. I didn't mean to interrupt you.", stammers Wriothesley, apologetically flustered at the thought of disrupting his superior's quality time.

"It's no trouble at all, Caspar. Actually, I think I have a task for you."

Wriothesley's eyes light up. If he had a tail, it would be furiously wagging.

"Really?"

I lead the oaf to my desk and set myself on the chair, directing him to kneel in front of me.

"I've been a little stressed lately. It'd be a big help if you could help me... blow off some steam."

I hold up my cock in front of his face.

"Just put this in your mouth and move up and down. And watch the teeth."

Wriothesley nods, and gingerly positions it in his mouth, then starts to move back and forth.

"Ahhh, that's the stuff."

Wriothesley enthusiastically sucks on his former cock, determined to make himself useful. His eyes look up at me with a cute expression, trying to read my face. I can feel his warm mouth fill with slobber with a little bit of it dribbling down my balls. The sight of this big bumbling oaf trying his best to service me is just too adorable. It's hard to even imagine that he was ever the boss of this complex. Now his purpose is to just be my little lapdog.

Feeling the moment approaching, I grab Wriothesley's head and pull him in closer until his nose is buried deep in my bush. Then all of the pent-up seed shoots out directly into his throat. Wriothesley gags, but a calm "Stay" allows him to keep his composure.

I dislodge my cock from his throat, and he collapses onto the side of my thigh, panting as he catches his breath. I give him a few scritches under his chin, to which he responds well.

"Were you satisfied with that, sir?"

"Of course. You did a very good job. If you do me a favor, can you keep this one between the two of us? I would hate to see the others get jealous. It can just be our special thing."

"Yes Sir! I won't let you down."

Caspar gets up to go back to his post, a little spot of cum still on his pecs.

Similarly, I start putting back on Wriothesly's garments. When my masters eventually overthrow this stupid nation, they can count on me to do their bidding, but for now I have to keep up appearances.

#male tf #wriothesely genshin #identity death #identity theft #male shapeshift

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[The Cursed Horned Frog]

Once Upon A Time. There were two dimwits sent out on a mission, one large and another small. Nahuel, Kenji ventured to an old long forgotten shrine deep in the bamboo forest. But as time passed and visitors failed to maintain the shrine, a Demon appeared to have taken residence.

Bored and isolated the Demon thought of a fun way to entertain himself for the time being…

This amazing piece was drawn by @kainito-art

The Downsides (Benefits) of being a Slug Trainer

Ok, so there may be a few downsides to training brain invading slugs to possess hot guys.

They may just end up places where they are not supposed to be.

Today was another one of our bi weekly Smash get togethers at my place with my 2 buds. Ben and Derek decided to one v one each other, so I left to the kitchen to go grab some snacks in the downtime. When I came back to the living room I was met with the sight of the two mindlessly making out with each other on the ground. The match still going on the TV, but no-one was picking up the controllers. Ben was on top of Derek, and the two were chest to chest sloppily going at each other. And on the ground next to them was a slightly ajar mason jar. It must've fallen down from the shelf and released the slugs, who as they've done many times over, immediately went for the nearest suitable targets.

Well, looks like Ben and Derek are going to be brainless vegetables for the next few days. But oh well, might as well make the most of the situation.

#male possession #alien possession #mindless #brainless #slug possession

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The Benefits of Being a Slug Trainer.

"Hey man, I noticed you were looking around. I'm done with this machine if you need to use it."

"Thanks man, but I'm actually looking for someone right now. Thanks for the offer though."

It's a crowded weekend as usual. Normally, I would be one of the many people doing their reps, but today I'm here for a different reason.

In my bag is just the normal stuff. Water, a protein shake, a rag to wipe down the machine after I'm done because I'm not barbaric, but with one exception. A mason jar with 2 grey slugs inside. The slugs really aren't capable of any semblance of thought at all, only having one base instinct to suck on whatever thing comes across their face. Anyone they bring home is usually only fed using large baby bottles for them to suck on. But over the course of a few months, I've managed to train them on a few very simple commands.

After a while, my eyes spot some suitable targets. On the side wall of the weight room, I see 2 brothers silently doing their reps. I wait for them to finish their workouts and follow them back to the locker room.

I check to see if the coast is clear, before discreetly opening the jar onto the floor. "Alright you two. You know the drill." The slugs rush out, slithering across the locker room floor, and up directly into their targets' ears in a smooth clean motion before they could notice. This was a move they have pulled countless times. The two men jump in surprise and try to remove the mysterious slimy objects from their ears, but after a few seconds they both completely stand emotionless, turning around robotically and returning back to their master.

I smirk. I make my way to the exit, two hot men in tow and walk back to my place. I plop down on my bed and direct them to be on both sides of me. They move themselves to their assigned positions.

"Ok, I don't know these two's names so I'll going to call you... Xavier, and you will be.. Daniel."

I pull Xavier in for a kiss, which he immediately reciprocates, wordlessly sucking on my mouth. I pull away, then going in for another one with Daniel.

Then I grab both of their heads and pull them next to each other.

"Xavier, why don't you go give your brother a big kiss?"

I then watch the two brothers mindlessly make out, not caring about a thing in the world except slobbering all over each others mouths. God it was such a good idea to train alien slugs.

#male possession #alien possession #brainless #mindless #brothers #slug possession

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Hollow Corruption in Heat

(Reader Request)

Sis always told me to be careful around the Hollow, but I never really listened. Brante and I were goofing around by the cliff, but then it suddenly started growing really fast. He ran on ahead of me, but I tripped over a branch, and fell into it.

We never had good signal down in Sailume, but I remember really liking Bangknow as a kid! whenever my sister got it fixed. Thankfully, I remembered what to do when lost in a Hollow, just like the little Bangboo said. Stop, Hide, and Stay Put until someone finds you.

Only... it's really hard to just stay. I miss my big sis. I just wanna go home....

I could only but sit and wait for my demise, when I heard a brash voice.

"Ally! Where are you!"

It was big bro Manato. I've known him forever. He's always helping out the aunties and uncles around town because he's big and strong. Sometimes, after returning from the Hollow, he goes to meet with Sis for a bit. I'm not allowed inside during that, but Manato always leaves with a plate of Sis' cooking to bring home to A-Cing and A-Yuet. He still hangs out with me and Brante whenever he stops by though.

I peak out of my spot.

Manato was holding a big sword, frantically looking around. I call out to him.

"I'm over here!"

"Ally!"

He runs over, pushing rubble out of the way.

"I'm so glad you're ok. C'mon, let's get outta here. Natalie is worried sick."

He picks me up into his arms, patting me on the head. But suddenly, there was a strange pulse. Ethereals start to emerge, converging in.

"Tch, we don't have time for this, the carrot is going to expire soon."

"I'm sorry Manato! It's all my fault."

"Don't feel bad, Ally. We can make it."

Manato starts running, slashing any Ethereals in our way with his sword. I hold on tight, my face held up close against his chest, waiting for it all to be over. I can't see anything, but I trust in Manato.

"I wish I could be strong like big bro Manato. That way I could help like him."

I feel another pulse, stronger this time. I can feel every stride and breath that he takes. They grow louder, overwhelming my thoughts, until it suddenly stops.

...

Seagulls squawk in the distance as I feel the dirt on my back. For some reason my clothes feel tighter, and something furry is cushioning my butt.

I open my eyes.

The hollow stands a few meters away, lazily pulsing, as if it weren't about to consume us a few moments ago.

"You did it bro! We made it out!"

I pause.

That wasn't my voice...

I look down at myself, greeted with the sight of Manato's body, his pecs slightly covering my view as I got up. Surely big bro made it out too. We must've swapped bodies. Aghh.... this is going to be so awkward... This is something that only happens in movies. I gotta find Manato so that we could switch back or something.

I search around the edge of the hollow. Manato's body is a big help, but it's really hard to control. I have to ask him how he deals with it. But after a while of searching, I find nothing. But on the bright side his body has gotten much more comfortable to use, almost like using my own.

Actually, while searching, a lot of Manato's memories started emerging in my mind. I feel so horrible for making him worry so much.

I sit down under a piece of rubble. Throughout the entire time, his chest and crotch kept getting stimulated by the feeling of his shirt rubbing against them. Why would he wear something so tight. I really couldn't stand it any longer, so I took of my shirt, his pecs flopping out of their constraints. The ends looked a little swollen and puffy. I give them a slight pinch to gauge their sensitivity. Instantly a jolt moves up my spine. "Woah! I really did not expect that."

Moving on, I free his throbbing dick from his underwear. Instantly, his rock hard member shot up, pulsating. It's massive, easily overshadowing my old one. Similarly, it is also extremely sensitive.

There's no way big bro Manato lives like this everyday. It would be unbearable. I scour my fuzzy new found memories for a good while for a solution Apparently, big bro Manato actually visits Sis whenever something like this happens. I need to go into town to look for Manato anyway, so I'll just stop by while I'm there.

Making my way back to Sailume, aunties and uncles kept greeting me. Even though I never met them, I instinctively know their names, and greet them accordingly. I have to keep up appearances, at least for big bro Manato's sake. Still, it is extremely difficult to stay calm with all this stimulation. My body feels so hot, I can't help but emit a whimper with each step. Sneaking away to a crack in the cliffside, I apply some bandaids I found in Manato's pocket to his chest. That should help with it, though its only a temporary solution until I find Sis.

Urghh, Manato's body is so warm right now, especially towards his sensitive areas. I can't keep my composure for that much longer. As I near my house, I spot Brante hanging out with our other friends. He seems to be having fun, which would be completely normal, if not for the fact that we nearly died. Spotting me, he calls me over.

"Hey Big Bro! Come hang with us!"

"Brante! I'm so glad you're ok. I was worried you got lost in the Hollow earlier."

..."Huh? What are you talking about? I've been here all day."

"Wait, didn't you go to the cliffside with m-Ally this morning? Speaking of which, did you see him nearby? There's something I want to tell him."

"Who are you talking about? I don't think I know this guy. Do you have him confused for someone else?"

I pause for a moment. Brante's not that forgetful. He may be a bit slow sure, but there's no way he would forget our friendship that easily.

"Y'know. Ally. You've been friends with him since 1st grade?"

"Doesn't ring a bell."

"Well... then have you seen him? About this tall, pink hair, yellow eyes."

"Nope, but that does sound a bit like Nat. Maybe go ask her."

"Oh.... Well still thanks for helping out, I was just about to go talk to her."

"No problem bro. Come by anytime."

I head off in the direction he pointed to, turning away so he doesn't see the disappointment on my face. This is just the direction to our flat. He seriously doesn't remember me? I was there when we were both still into Starlight Knights. Well I'm still into it, but still! Haven't those years meant anything?

Another flash of heat washes over me.

Fuuuuughhh. And I still have to deal with this bullshit. Whatever, surely Sis can help out me of whatever this day has been. I can treat this thing, and get information on where Manato could be in my body.

It's almost dark now, but I'm almost there. I ascend the flight of stair to our flat and knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

Natalie opens the door.

"Oh, Manato! What brings you here?"

"Sorry Sis, but I'm not actually Manato. I'm so so sorry for making you worry. I shouldn't have been around the Hollow like that. I fell in and Manato came in to save me but something happened and I'm in his body and I don't know where he is but-"

"Sis? I always wanted to have a brother but that isn't you, Manato. Are you alright in the head?"

No way... Even Sis forgot me?! What is going on?

"Huh- don't you remember. It's me Ally. We've lived with each other our whole lives. How could you forget. I feel like my head is about to explode why is everyone-"

A heat flash sparks again, bringing me to my knees. I struggle to keep my composure, but my insides are burning up.

"Manato! Are you ok?"

I struggle to get up, but manage to get up to pull up my shirt and show her my chest.

"Ever since I got out the Hollow I've been feeling really funny."

I pull down my pants too to reveal the state of my condition down there. It's all red and swollen and also ready to escape its confines.

"I don't really know what it is, but from my memories I know I can get you to fix it. I just need you to cure me so that I can find Manato and say sorry for what-"

"Ok ok take it easy Manato. Let me take a good look at you."

She gets close to me and inspects my sensitive areas. I whimper with every touch but still remain strong.

"Ohhh I see now. Manato what did I tell you about taking extra shifts in the Hollow? I know you care about A-Ching and A-Yuet, but you can't spend too long in there. The corruption has messed up with your head and is making you think weird things. Thankfully, your body's high Ether Aptitude is expelling it naturally so it should be fine in a bit."

"Is there anything you can do to fix it?"

"Wow. You really don't remember anything at all. Maybe a quick reminder can help."

Before I can react, Sis pulls me into her bedroom and onto her bed. Then she gets on top and pins my arms against the headboard.

"Sis what are you-mmph!"

"Ether expulsion has a lot of the same symptoms of Thiren heat, since it's being expressed as energy. All we gotta do is release that pent up energy and you should be all good."

Sis then presses her lips against mine. After the initial shock, I instinctually return the favor. I can feel my member grow harder, pressing up against her clit as she rubs herself on my bulge.

"Y'know Manato, I remember when we were kids I wished you were my brother once. But don't you think good boys-"

Natalie pinches my nipples with a sadistic touch. I wince.

"should listen to their big sisters?"

She undoes by briefs. Manato's cock shoots straight up, slapping Sis in the belly after its restraints are removed. Sis then carefully maneuvers herself onto it, and begins to move up and down.

My breathing and moans becomes more labored. Babe does too. It's clear she's enjoying herself. Having seen enough, I break free my arms from her grasp and dig my hands into her sides.

"Oh? Looks like someone's coming to."

"Save your breath. Can't let you have all the fun."

Using my hands to anchor her, I start thrusting with a steady rhythm. My body gets warmer as I do so. Sweat builds on our bodies and enhances the resounding slaps of wet skin on skin.

Nearing the climax, I pick up the pace of my onslaught. I hug her close, not stopping for a second as I feel it coming. "I'm.. gonna cum." A torrent of white release is shot out into her pussy. Babe dismounts off of me, which lets a little bit of it spill onto the bed.

"There. That should help with a little bit. Now lets-Woah!"

Her talking is interrupted this time by me pressing her against the bed. I lick my lips. A bit of slobber drips onto her tits.

"Actually, I think I still have some more energy to release."

She looks down at my still throbbing dick.

"Evidently."

I get up close and bite her on the neck playfully, as I start heaving my member into her tight walls.

For the next few hours, it's all a blur of breeding and fucking. My mind's on a one tract path to mate and seek pleasure. I cum multiple times over as we fuck all around the flat.

"Few, I'm spent babe."

It's about 10 pm. Natalie is cuddling beside me, the two of us still gross and nasty from the session. She gets up from the bed.

"Let's get you cleaned up first." Natalie brings me over to the bathroom. I sit on the plastic stool in the shower. She lathers me up like a dog and rinses out all the sweat and grime from my fur. After changing into spare clothes, she hands me a little package of food.

"That's for the kids. Don't be afraid to come by next time you need anything."

She closes the door and I walk off into the night.

A Cing and A Yuet must be worried sick about me. I should get started on dinner when I get back. Oh, and doesn't A Cing have that spelling test tomorrow? I should go practice with him before bedtime. Geez there's so much left to do today...

#male body swap #komano manato #zzz limpban #reality shifting #straight sex #cest #identity death #heat

Wardrobe Malfunction

Sometimes you want a break from being the size of an olympic freight train. Sometimes you just want to look cute and breedable, if only for a few days.

A little while back managed to finally convince one of my bros to let me borrow one of his suits. Despite also being a gym rat, he owns an entire closet of every race and kind of twink you can imagine to go out as. Everyone's always intimidated by my size, so I'm always jealous whenever we go to parties together. He gets to have all the fun, while I just kind of stand in the back. He never lets me borrow them, no matter how much I beg, since they're all very expensive and way too fragile for my hulkish hands, in his words.

But he finally relented last week. Tonight I get to be the little guy this time.

I drove to his place and picked out a body to wear. The entire drive way home I had a big smile plastered on my face as I thought about what it would be like.

I immediately take off my clothes and squeeze myself into the suit. My broad muscles compressing into the tiny 5'3 frame took much effort, but when I zipped myself up, it felt as if it was just another extension of me. My skin is super soft and smooth, free of gross body hair. And everything looks nice and petite. I spent a good while looking in the mirror, admiring the cute boy in the reflection, when I suddenly hear a loud rip.

The suit couldn't handle the load anymore and gave in under the pressure, letting my original length shoot out into it. I panic, trying my best to tuck my cock back in, but it doesn't work.

Thoroughly defeated, I send a quick video to my friend.

After a while I get this message:

"What did I tell you dumbass. You should've been more careful. Do you have any idea how much these cost?!"

"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to.. Do you have any replacement suits I can borrow?"

"Uhhh No. Not after this."

My heart sinks. Well maybe I still look cute like this right?

#male body suit #jock to twink #twink tf #growth #twink bodysuit

Looking a Gift Ditto in the Face

Sigh. How long is he going to take to get here? Ever since Dad got that research gig he barely gets the chance to come back home. I basically have to take care of myself all alone.

Luckily today is the one of those rare weekends. I've been looking forward to it for a while, only.. its almost Sunday night. He was supposed to come 2 days ago. I had an entire thing planned out and everything. Now I'm waiting on the couch for at least a greeting before he has to go back to his job.

"Dingdong~"

I jump up from the couch and rush to the door. Speak of the Weavile. It's about time.

I open the door to...

the postman.

"Heya sport! Got a package for yah. Just need you to sign the slip."

He hands me a reasonably sized box with a letter stapled to the top.

"..Thanks"

I close the door behind me, placing the package on the table.

I read the letter. It's stamped with the official lab seal.

"Hey Kiddo,

Sorry that I couldn't make it this time. A Joltik took a big bite out of our main machine, and I had to take emergency overtime to deal with it. But I did manage to send over the Pokemon I was planning to bring. A Champion Ranked trainer recently came in for some move testing and they said that we could have this one as a gift. Honestly I was pretty excited when I saw that specimen. It's not everyday you get to see one of them. Now I don't know much about the whole battling thing that the young people are about, but if it's good enough for a Champion, I'm sure this one will be strong enough for you.

Eat Healthy Now,

Dad"

I open up the box to a single Ultraball. That must be what he was talking about. Honestly I'm not that good at Pokemon battles, but it's nice that he thought of me. I wonder what it is..

Well if it was a Champion Rank Trainer then it must be something cool, like a Aerodactyl, ooo or maybe a Metagross.

I toss the ball on the ground and a bright light flashes as it opens.

Instead of being greeted with a big powerful beast, a little purple blob with a dopey smile sits on my living room floor.

"Ditto!"

Oh. Well I guess that does make sense for a Competitive trainer to have.

I pick it up, looking into its blank beady eyes. It gives a smile back.

It is kinda cute, but I don't have any strong Pokemon for it to mimic. I guess it can go into my box then.

I put back down.

"Di-Ditto?"

I must not of hidden my disappointment that well. I do feel bad, but I'm content with the team I have now. I turn to the coat hanger and grab my jacket. "I wonder if the Pokemon Center is still open."

"Ditto.....To! Ditto!"

I suddenly hear the signature sound of a transforming Ditto. That's odd. None of my Partner Pokemon are out of their balls right now.

A deep-pitched "Ditto!" comes out from behind me, or rather, up behind me. I turn around.

To come face to face with Dad in swim trunks?? My jaw drops to the ground. Ditto flexes and gives it's same dopey smile with my Dad's face. My eyes cross over to the picture on the table next to me.

It's a picture of our family's Alola vacation from way back then. My mom and dad are smiling, posing with a Fomantis. Dad looked a lot younger back then compared to right now. In the background I could be seen running away from a Pyukumuku that I accidently stepped on.

I point to the picture.

"Did you do this?"

"Ditto!"

"That's amazing! I've never seen a Ditto capable of transforming into a person before."

I examine the Pokemon's handiwork. It's almost scarily accurate, down to the individual pores. It's not unheard of for Pokemon to create illusions of being people, but this was on another level than that. A thought creeps into my mind.

"Hey Ditto, can you do a request for me?"

It gives a puzzled expression on my dad's face while cocking its head. "Ditto?"

I pull up a picture on my phone of a beefy muscle bottom in a jockstrap, showcasing his hole to the camera.

"Can you make my dad be like this?"

The Ditto looks closely at the picture, studying it intently, before breaking down its details into pink goo. From the goo, I can see the Ditto's new muscles come into shape. The pieces move around uncannily, settling into their final positions. With the final traces of pink receding, Ditto looks to me for approval, showcasing its work.

"Ditto!"

It's the same familiar nerdy face that I grew up with, but with the hulkish physique of a Black Belt Trainer who has never skipped chest day.

"Hey Ditto, mind if I take a look?"

Ditto shakes its head, answering my question.

I step closer, feeling up the 2 globes in front of me. Despite having the appearance of chiseled firm muscles, they don't have the texture of such. They feel more like the feel of a squishy water balloon, jiggling at the slightest touch. Taking a moment to feel about Ditto's body, I come to the conclusion that it is merely taking the form of muscles, not actually having the understanding of the inner workings of what it's imitating. But something about the way this imitation of the human body jiggles about is really turning me on. I could feel myself growing harder at the thought of it.

"Ditto, do you think you can do another request for me?"

"Ditto! Ditto!"

"Can you take off the strap and pose just like the guy in the photo?"

Ditto nods, getting onto the couch and spreading his legs apart, showcasing his virgin hole.

I take off my clothes and get into position, pressing my rock hard member against my dad's entrance. Ditto seems to not get the intent of my actions, just staring with the same smile on its face.

I then insert my cock into the hole with a resounding "Plap!" as my skin hits the gelatinous cheeks of the Ditto's form. Ditto yelps a little bit, which quickly start turning into guttural moans as I start moving. The inside of the hole is much the same texture of a normal ditto, slimy and amorphous. The tunnel constricts around my shaft, caressing it as I thrust in and out. Big wet plaps resound throughout the house, each one accompanied by the delightful sight of my dad's tits bouncing from the impact. I can't help but speed up, anticipating a climax. Ditto's useless imitation of a human cock flops around flaccidly, like a dildo made of slime. At the moment of release I pull the doppelgangers face in for a kiss. The Ditto reciprocates, and our lips interlock as my seed fills Ditto's cavity. I dismount, letting the cum dribble out of my Dad's used hole.

Jeez, what a day. I'm spent. I cuddle up with Ditto, placing my head against one of its massive pillows.

Ditto coos while rubbing its belly, clearly satisfied with the experience. Only.. Ditto's abdomen is softly glowing a faint pink.. and growing. Huh.. that's weird. I pull up my phone, typing: "Why is my Ditto's belly glowing?"

After a few moments, a the answer pulls up. "A glowing belly is a sure sign that your Ditto is currently pregnant. In 8-9 months, you should expect an egg to be laid, from which you can hatch your new Pokemon. Congratulations."

Wait that can't be right. Ditto morphed into a man. At that moment I suddenly remember a tidbit my father told me once. "Ditto are actually capable of procreating with any Pokemon, regardless of the gender of its mate nor species with almost no limit to its nature. It's truly an enigma to the modern world."

I look horrified at Ditto, who's just caressing its belly gently, looking at it with another one of its dopey smiles. How am I going to explain to Dad that I fucked the Pokemon that he sent that also transformed to look exactly like him AND got it pregnant. Godddd, its going to be so awkward.

--------5 Months Later-----------

I walk in through the front door, exhausted after a long day.

"Honey I'm home!"

"Ditto!"

Ditto emerges out of the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pink apron over a large protruding baby bump. Because of the bump, the apron ends leaving nothing to the imagination down there. Not that Ditto notices.

It turns out that Dad took it much better than I expected. He was more excited by the fact that this is the first time a recorded Ditto insemination by a human was performed in over 30 years, so it was a scientific marvel that it even happened. He does comes down to keep tabs on the egg's progress, but still spends the majority of his time over there. I'm not so sad about it anymore though, because I have Ditto to keep me company. It's taken up house duties, learning to clean and cook, though it still hasn't gotten the hang of it yet. Every so often I take Ditto out to town. As long as he doesn't open his mouth, it's perfectly safe to do so. We do get some stares from Ditto's baby bump, but I only get weird remarks from the neighbors when I kiss him before I leave for work.

Honestly my life has only changed for the better since meeting Ditto. I can't even believe that I had ever considered putting them in the Box.

"Looks like it's growing big and strong. You've been so hard at work Ditto."

I grab Ditto's ass, pulling myself close to its ear.

"How about a little reward for my Honey tonight."

#male transformation #ditto #dad cest #mpreg

goonerbiscuts

HIA Thiren Appreciation Club

There's not much interesting about me from the outside looking in. I'm just your normal out of shape neet living in a run down apartment in the Janus Quarter. I work at my local 404 Convenience Store and spend a lot of time on my computer. Today is just one of my regular trips to the HIA Club at Lumina Square, typical for a guy my age. But I'm looking forward to this day off more than most.

I've always been enamored with Thirens. Just something about them really resonates with me. Even when I see them walking about I can't help but wish that I wasn't born a boring human. I guess I'm what you could consider a "furry." It's always been a part of me that I try to keep secret, but recently I've found a group of like-minded individuals on the InterKnot that share my desire to transcend my boring humanity.

A rush of cold air conditioned air overcomes me as I walk into the HIA. It's packed today, as it is most days. Even though it's a very thinly veiled government recruitment facility, most people don't care all too much about that. It's almost a complete combat simulation experience, capable of syncing your senses entirely within the virtual world, and it's only a small monthly fee to participate. Despite most people using it for PVP combat games, if you know your way around, you can use it for other purposes not officially sanctioned.

I check in at lady at the front desk, who assigns me a one hour rental pass. I pick a nondescript machine near the back, setting down my stuff. Then, I discreetly fish out a flash drive, check to see that no one is looking, before inserting it into the machine. Normally, your avatar in the virtual space is just your real life body scanned from your brain when you log in. But that's just data, which can easily be edited directly for certain results. Getting your hands on this data can be a bit of a hassle. Either you get it direct permission from the person, or you can get it through "not so legitimate means." Fortunately, I happened to luck out last week. When I went to log on in, I found that someone forgot to log out of their account. Seizing the chance before me, I quickly downloaded the data before it could time out, saving it onto a flashdrive for future use.

After inserting the drive, I sit down and pull the VR Machine over my eyes. After a bit of whirring from the machine, a login screen pops up.

Welcome, LYCAON.

Initiate VR?

>Yes

The surrounding sounds from the room immediately cease before the digital lobby loads in. I can feel my avatar form materialize into existence beneath me. White fur covers my whole body, which now resembled the form of an adult Wolf Thiren. This Lycaon guy seems to be some kind of servant, judging from his attire. A crisp pocketwatch lay snug in his vest, which is perfectly tailored to his proportions. But he seems to be a bit on the rugged side than the average butler. His build is very well filled, the outfit just barely fitting over his massive chest. His glutes are also very developed, likely to carry his heavy mechanical legs. He covered in restraints all over his body, including a muzzle over my newly elongated snout. The whole time I was checking myself out I was giddy with excitement, my tail wagging aggressively. Even if I can only do so in the digital world, I finally fulfilled my dream of becoming a Thiren.

Pulling up the menu, I navigate through the private VR servers until I reach the one I'm looking for. The HIA Thiren Appreciation Club. Because of our nicheness, our population is pretty small, but that isn't a detriment, as it allows us to fly under radar on official devices.

I am then transported into another VR space. It's a dark, slightly dinghy space, with plenty of plush chairs and sofas to lounge on. Plenty of other users are out and about, using their avatars in any way they see fit. As per the nature of the community, people with Thiren avatars are a hot commodity, and often you can see them selling out their bodies to those without. It's a pretty common sight to see multiple non thiren avatars having sex with a Thiren one. Before this I was one of the many non Thiren owners in the community, so I was pumped to be part of the in group.

As soon as I loaded in, I was greeted by a large bear thiren in sunglasses and a grey wolf thiren who's covered in scars.

"Woah, nice catch dude, where did you get it?"

"Oh I lucked out and found a machine where they were still logged in."

"Nice. I just bought mine off InterKnot. The owner was looking to make a quick buck, so I got a good deal. Apparently they're a famous biker in the Outer Ring"

The brown bear pats his belly.

"I found the data for this baby in the HIA servers. Quite the stunner right? What's your name by the way?"

"Oh! I guess it's Lycaon then."

The bear pulls down his large construction pants, letting his cock slap into my face. The fox does the same, sandwiching my muzzle.

"Well Lycaon. How about you do a bit of service for us."

I gulp, salivating before the two sausages before me. I immediately get to work, doing the job of a good butler. With every nod I can hear the audible moans of approval of the two.

"You're such a good little slut Lycaon"

Word begins to spread, and soon Lycaon is known as the server's communal cumdump. Wave it in front on him and the whore will suck it like its the last thing on earth. My muzzle is just thoroughly defiled, used by countless humans and thirens alike.

Afterwards I decide to take a break to recover in a side room, when someone walks in.

"Good Afternoon, Lycaon. I heard that you were open for service?"

It's a faceless white avatar, with a similarly large build as mine. They must've not completed the scanning process yet. The account level is also quite low, so they must be a new player. They're in perfect formal stance, straight and composed. Above them, their username reads "MoonlightsPursuit."

"Well honestly, I think I'm done for the day, so maybe-"

He pulls down his pants, letting what might be the largest dick I've ever seen flop out.

My tail can't help but wag when I see this treasure in front of me.

"Actually... maybe I can do one more round."

"Splendid."

He sits on the couch opposite from me, staring expectantly.

After a bit of hesitation, I press my muzzle into the shaft, carefully guiding it into my mouth. From then I begin to bob up and down, getting as much of it as I can. After a bit, Moon grabs my head and ramming his cock down my throat. My nose hits the man's bush, and he fucks my face like a cheap fleshlight. Just as he's about to climax he plunges the whole shaft into my throat. I gag, slightly pulling away before I hear a stern, yet polite "Hold." I stop resisting as he keeps me there for several seconds. "There, good boy." Then he cums, filling my airways with digital release before letting go. I cough, trying to catch my breath from the experience, when I'm suddenly pushed onto the couch cushion.

"Don't think I'm finished with you just yet."

Behind me I can feel his member just outside my ass.

"Wait, my ass still a virgin I-"

Moon doesn't listen, inserting the whole thing into my hole.

Then I feel a bite on my neck. I yelp.

"Your cute little moans are really getting me turned on. A slutty pup like you needs a good breaking in."

"Yes.. Yes Master."

For the next 30 minutes, my insides are thoroughly ravaged by this stranger, never once relenting his breeding for a moment. Load after load is pumped into me, physically replacing my six pack abs with a round belly full of cum. When he finally relents, Moon takes a step back to admire his handiwork.

"Hmm. Can I trust that my pup will be here at the same time next week?"

"Yes, Master. I'll be at your service."

"Good. Have a good day now."

With that, Moonlight logs off. I look down at the mess that he gave me. I know it's digital, but it's honestly quite impressive.

I log off for the day, returning to my normal human body. For some reason, my neck and ass are incredibly sore. I should go take an early sleep before I go to work tomorrow.

What the personality that guy has. Well, at least now I have something to look forward to when next week rolls around.

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Around the same time, a large white Wolf Thiren emerges from the VR machine. He looks down at his dress pants, which are completely soiled with cum.

"That pup sure did quite the number on me. I should go have a change of clothes soon."

He thinks for a bit. He didn't expect the guy could wield his face so well. It was honestly a shock seeing how submissive he looks like that.

The wolf then gets a text message on his phone.

"Lycaon! Did you find your missing data?"

"Yes Proxy, I've found the perpetrator. Thank you for your assistance."

"That's a relief. Sorry. You wouldn't have gotten into this mess if I wasn't so careless"

"No need to apologize Proxy. Actually, I think this has been the most interesting development."

alimpbanana

#zzz swap

#male body swap#vr#male transformation#virtual avatar#identity theft

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Remedial Swim Class

I'm considered what you could call a "bad kid." I've never been the greatest at school stuff so I ended up being a serial ditcher to dick around instead, but it eventually caught up with me. If my grades drop any lower, I'll have to repeat the year. In order to keep up my grades I constantly have to take remedial classes over the weekend. And because I take up one of their days off every week, it's no secret that I'm not popular with the teachers. I'm not too fond of them either in return.

But the worst by far is Coach Reed, the swim instructor. He's got the worst temper out of all of them, constantly barraging me with insults even as I try my best to keep up with his brutal regiment. But the worst part is that he's extremely hot. So not only do I have to fight to stay alive, I have to fight to hide my raging boner in my swim trunks while doing so, otherwise it's social suicide. He's caught me staring a few times, yelling at me to stop gawking at him. I'm just lucky this class is during the weekend when noone else is here.

After changing into my trunks, I start to walk to the pool, dreading every step of the way there. I open the gate and head in. Coach Reed is standing at the side with his giant arms crossed and scowl on his face. He's wearing his usual tight almost see through t-shirt that barely contains his massive chest and a speedo that barely contains his massive package.

"You're late. Again."

"Sorry teach. I lost track of the time."

My eyes naturally drift downward, before I realize what it looks like and stop.

"That's sorry SIR. As punishment, give me 30 rounds around the pool. NOW. Then a 15 lap IM. You have 20 minutes."

"Yes Sir!"

*A while later*

"Phweeeeet!" A whistle blows, signalling the end of the segment.

"I've seen old ladies do better. We're picking up the pace after your water break. DISMISSED."

Making my way back to the bench, I get out my phone. My legs have officially turned into jelly. I'm sure this is definitely not the normal regiment, but at this point I know not to talk back. If only there was something I could do..

Just then I get a ping on my notifications tab. It's from an app with a pink icon with a purple swirl in the center. I definitely do not remember downloading that.

"Congratulations Clint, You've just been selected as Participant #3497 of the MindMail Program! We're looking for new adopters like you to help test out our proprietary technology."

Curious, I open it. Nothing lost from checking out a free app.

I'm faced with a simple menu. Really it's more of a single button and an instruction blurb.

I skim through it. It says here to aim and press the button to.. transfer your mind into another body? Is that even possible? Or legal? I look up at Coach Reed on his own phone and begin to realize the possibilities if it's telling the truth. Noone would know if I tried it to see if it worked right? Even if it did, the school is deserted anyway.

Trying my luck, I aim my phone at Coach Reed and press the pink button. The phone lights up and I black out.

When I open my eyes, I could already see my prize in front of me. Coach's signature pecs fill at least a third of my vision. I start to do what I always wanted to do and begin feeling them up. I audibly moan. God they feel so much better when they are attached to me.

I then feel a bit of a stirring as a tent forms in my speedo, rapidly reach full mast. The little garment leaves nothing to be hidden, his balls and bush spilling out in the open. I suddenly get an idea. Fetching my phone, I set it on the ground next to me and press record. Then, using both of his meaty arms I grab his member through the fabric and begin stroking it right then and there. The sensation of the fabric rubbing against his shaft stimulates myself more.

"Oh yeah!!! This feels great! I am a sick perverted teacher who defiles himself on school grounds"

I imagine what it would be like if school was still in sension. His career would be over within the end of the day if word got out. But with this footage, that can suddenly become a much more realistic possibility. If I play my cards right I get free reign over this class.

The next hour goes by in a blur. I continuously edge myself, revealing in the public act. His whole body reeks of sweat from loud vocal gooning in the straight sun. I pant noisily as I feel my mind about to falter. The final burst shoots forth like a fountain through the fabric, painting the pool tiles with his cum and thoroughly soiling his speedo. I check the recording. It's perfect. He's going to be so scared for his life when I show him this. Now to-

*Ba Dink~! The testing period has now been concluded. Thank you for your participation.*

I stare at the notification, before suddenly registering what just happened.

"Oh shit oh shit FUCK I should've read the time limit."

I frantically try to find the app again, but nothing shows up. It completely wiped itself off of my phone.

I sit down on the bench again. Well guess I'm stuck in.... Coach Reed's body. Wait a minute. I have no reason to be upset. This is the best outcome possible! Hmmmm... If I upload it on this site... then theres no risk of anyone here recognizing me. Well, I do have the whole place to myself. Let's see what other things this perverted old man can do~

#male possession

Just a Quick Stop

(Reader Request)

It has been many some hours since the sun set. The road is almost pitch black, the headlights of our car providing the only bit of sight as we drive along. My legs won't stop shuddering, not in fear, but for another reason.

I call out to my friend Liam, who is driving.

"Hey, how much longer until we get there?"

Liam turns around.

"Another 2 hours. Why?"

"I think I might've drank too much."

"Are you serious? Why didn't you go back when we were at Burger King?"

"Didn't cross my mind."

"Sigh. Well I guess you just have to suck it up Jacob. There isn't another Rest Stop for another 40 minutes."

I groan and start staring out the window. Watching the grass go by is just an attempt to distract myself into forgetting about it.

A green sign then flashes by in faded white letters. Though it looks like it had seen better days, it was still faintly legible.

"Frank's Gas Station. 3 mi"

"Wait Liam. There's a gas station up ahead."

"That's strange. I don't see it on the GPS."

"Who cares. A bathroom's a bathroom."

"Fine fine."

A little while later, we reach Frank's Gas Station. Or what used to be it.

"Damn. This place is a dump."

The sign in the front is missing at least 3 of its letters, and both it and the entire building are covered in vines and grass. Not a car was in sight except for a single old pickup truck in the corner. A chain link fence surrounds the complex, but the gate is left open from the last maintenance worker. Whenever that was. On the store window, a tattered piece of paper is taped to the window, reading "Restrooms in the back--->"

"Are you sure it even has plumbing?"

"Well it's my best shot out here."

"Okay then. I'll wait in the car."

I go through the open gate and trudge through the grass to the back of the station.

The back is not that much different in condition from the front, if not a little worse for wear. But sure enough, there's the bathroom door. For some reason there's a green baseball cap hanging on the door, alongside with a pair of green aviators. The hat's surprisingly new feeling. Probably left behind by the maintenance guy. I pick it up and put it on my head. Hey, free hat. It'll make for a good souvenir.

I carefully open the door and flip the switch.

A single light bulb turns on, illuminating the restroom. Phew. At least there's power. I was not about to pee in the dark. A row of stalls lay just beyond the light of the bulb, but I only need to take a quick leak so that won't be necessary.

I walk towards the urinal and open my fly. Huh. Were my jeans always so tight? I should check my weight later.

I begin to relieve myself, whistling myself a tune. It's a song that I don't recognize, but for some reason it resonates with me.

I then suddenly get a chill down my spine, followed by goosebumps all over my body. Then my cock suddenly starts pulsating.

"Shit. What the fuck!?"

With every pulse it elongates in my hand. I have to struggle to hold the stream's aim.

My shirt is stretched to its limit as my chest expands with a new heft, ballooning into 2 round globes of pure muscle. Same with my shorts, which have also begun to tear a bit under the mass behind me. My limbs also elongate, making me shoot up 5 inches, increasing in circumference accordingly. I could feel every burning sensation as my biceps and forearms expand past the boundaries of my sleeves.

The goosebumps then erupt as dark coarse hair covers my body, including a full beard on my face.

And then it stopped. I catch my breath, looking down at my new body. I had never been able to grow any sort of body hair, but just as I was about to feel the newfound fur on my chest I felt a sharp pain on my left arm.

"Jesus!", my newly deepened voice yelps.

A tribal band tattoo etches itself across my arm like an artist signing their own work. I pause, waiting for another change, but nothing comes. I sigh, pulling up my pants after letting the final drops through.

When I turn around, I come face to face with my new self in the mirror. Honestly I no longer bear any resemblance to my previous me at all.

I marvel at the full beard of hair on my face. I always wondered what it would feel like to have one.

Then the same voice rings out inside my head.

"Enjoying my mug huh fag?"

"Who's there?"

"Why so surprised? You're the one who took my crap, son."

My mouth then starts moving by itself.

"But don't worry, I'm just taking back what is mine."

Instantly I lose any and all control of my body. The person in the mirror smirks and checks out their arms.

"It's good to be back. Now let's take a picture to celebrate."

My arms involuntarily move against my wishes, first removing my tattered shirt off, followed by the remains of my shorts. What's left is my pair of gray briefs, framing a frankly impressive bulge begging to be released. With a quick motion, my newly enlarged member flops out into the crisp air.

Seemingly satisfied with its business, its eyes are turned to a different matter. My knees bend into a squat position, not too far away from the disgusting tile floor. My rod stiffens, almost touching the ground as it twitches in anticipation.

Both of my hands then grasp my shaft and start vigorously rubbing up and down. Despite it being my own hands dictating the action, I can't help but feel the sensation of being jerked off by another entity. It's honestly quite unnerving, but all those thoughts quickly faded away as my mind flooded with feelings of pleasure unlike anything I've experienced. My body starts sweating from the heat from the hair on my thighs and calves rubbing together. I begin to pant. My tongue hangs outside my mouth as my voice moans obscenities. At this point I cannot even tell where my voice ends and the other begins.

I fall backward, my bare ass and cock touching the filth. But I couldn't care less. All I and the voice wanted to do was to pump. Pumping is good. Real men don't care about sissy things like hygiene and being proper. A real man knows that they need to take life's balls by the reigns and make it your bitch.

With a final groan I cover the floor of the little restroom with my seed. I get up, stretching. It's been a while since I had a good rub like that. Always nice to take a break when on the road.

My hands move for my phone placed on the side of the sink. For some reason there's some fairy on the lock screen. That's weird. When did that happen? Must've been a prank. Opening up Facebook, I suddenly see the same homo has turned my page into his own faggy playground. The nerve. I watch wipe the profile, replacing it with the proper detail. I then snaps a dick pick and a few nudes for good measure, uploading it with the caption "Feeling frisky today" with a winking emoji.

"There. That's a big improvement."

I retrieve my belongings from a bag on the hook behind the door, putting on a white undershirt and straight blue denim jeans. There's another old looking backpack on the hooks that I just noticed. Poor dude. Hope they find what they're looking for. After checking myself in the mirror, I leave to get back to my car. Along the way, some college aged boy in a tank top and snapback approaches me.

"Hey have you seen my friend Jacob? Skinny little guy, bout this tall. He was supposed to meet back with me after going to use the restroom, but it's been a while. Did you see him back there?"

"Jacob... that name does sound familiar, but I can't seem to recall anything. Maybe try looking back there? I remember seeing some clothes in the back."

"Ok. Thanks Sir. Will do."

The young man heads to the back of the gas station. With a shrug I start up the engine to my old beater before leaving to get back on the road.

#male possession #male transformation #trucker tf #identity death

Failed Reprise

It may be bad of me, but when I heard that Christian died in a car accident, I was honestly relieved. He bullied me for years. But I didn't know my life would get even worse after his passing.

His spirit was so hellbent on tormenting me that he stole my brother's body and now he's blackmailing me. I have to do what he says or else he frames me as a brother lover. I don't have a choice, who is going to believe that my bully came back from the dead? I just have to live my life as a slave to him forever now.

#male possession #bully

bara-swaps

To move slightly away from superheroes...

Do you know about Genshin? Because Varka is going to release soon, and he is the hottest guy in that game.

I'd be so fun to be in his body. Although I would be to obsessed about being him (and looking at his muscles) to do any of his duties responsibly...

Here’s Varka ^-^ I don’t know much about Genshin but most of the men aren’t my type. This guy had a mod that gave him facial hair tho 🤭

goonerbiscuts

Grandmaster's Day Off

(For visualization purposes, the Traveller is Aether)

"Night, Paimon."

"Good Night, Traveller."

Another long day of adventuring completed. Must've opened every chest on Lempo Isle at this point, and finally finished Aino's request for machine parts. I never want to see another mole or ferret again. Now I get to crash at the Flagship and take a nice day off tomorrow of laying about in my room. Normally, Varka would be loudly drinking at the bar into the early hours of the morning, but ever since the expedition ended, Varka has returned to Mondstadt to finish up the paperwork that comes with it.

It's been a few weeks now, so the guy must be going stir-crazy from being locked up in his office. Poor guy. But whatever, that's not my problem.

Unfortunately, Paimon has spread herself across the bed somehow, so I have to sleep at the room desk. It's not all bad, I've slept on worse. I set up myself on the chair and close my eyes.

The pillow on my head is actually so soft and comfortable. It feels like I'm drifting across the ocean on a big fluffy cloud. I really need to ask the bartender where he buys them, these would be so handy to have on the road. I continue to fall deeper and deeper until..

"Thowk, Thwak, Thwok"

Training dummies? Who set those up? I'm pretty sure there's not even any space for those outside my window. Oh well, I should go tell them to knock it off...

I lean back in my chair and yawn, stretching my arms in the air.

"Huuuraaaaahhh..."

...

"Wait what the fuck? This isn't my voice."

I open my eyes. staring back at me was a huge pair of pecs, covered in armor and a long coat. And holy, my arms and thighs are massive! Then I look down at my hands. Fingerless gloves? Don't I recognize these scars..

Am I in Grandmaster Varka's body?!

I check out my surroundings.

Bookshelves span across the entire wall, filled with tomes and various trinkets. A large stately desk, which I was resting my head against, had almost every inch of it covered in documents. Light shines through a large window behind my plush chair.

I look up at the ceiling.

Yep that's Noelle's sword stuck up there.

This is Varka's office.

I then notice an envelope stamped with Varka's seal. On it my name is written in nice fancy handwriting.

"To the Honorary Knight,

Hope this letter found you well. I'm writing to you to ask for a small favor from the Hero of Monstadt. As you know, I'm back in Monstadt to take care of the necessary paperwork from our successful expedition. Jean has locked me in my office until I finish the entire thing. The problem is that a sudden emergency requires me to return to Nod Krai prematurely. I know I know, quite the dilemma. So I consulted the fair ladies of the Hexenzirkel if there was anything that they could do, and they come up with this. It was all Alice's idea, and a brilliant one if I do say so myself. Just hang on tight while I finish my urgent mission. I've left a Dodocommunication Device in the bottom drawer so that we can keep in touch if need be.

Thanks in advance,

Varka

P.S. If possible, could you be so kind as to help out with some of my paperwork? I'm sure you can see that I'm absolutely swamped."

I look in the drawer mentioned in the letter. Sure enough there was a little red speaker shaped like an orb, with a little note with Varka's number and a smiley face on the side.

"Ugggghhh, that bum!"

I'm so pissed. This was going to be my day off too. Now I'm stuck babysitting his body, while he's probably getting stone faced drunk at 2 in the afternoon on the other side of Teyvat.

I sigh.

Well, there's nothing left to do but wait. How should I pass the time? Maybe I can get started with the paperwork? Nah, that would be rewarding him for skirting his duties. I've already read all the books AND interacted with every object in here several times earlier back when this was Jean's office..

Wait..

I look down at Varka's body.

There's still something in this office that I haven't inspected yet.

I strip out of Varka's chest armor. His pecs practically jump out from their restraints. I rub them, getting a feel for their weight. They truly are impressive, with a nice squish, but when I flex they almost feel like a second layer of plating. Despite being covered in scars, his skin remains nice and soft too. Crazy if you consider how long he's been out in the field.

I obviously can't stop here, and there's another question still on my mind. I take off his shoes and trousers. Greeting me are two sizable thighs that look like they could crush a boulder and what could be described as a massive slab of meat in the center. Despite wearing the biggest pair of underwear I think I've ever seen, his cock is still just barely peeking out from there, throbbing in anticipation.

I take off the restraints, and it flops out. It has a surprisingly graceful curve to it, which is a little undermined by its size, but still very elegant nonetheless. Touching it unleashes a very strong stimulation, taking me aback. Over this entire expedition he hasn't pleasured himself once? It's practically pulsating. I'll be sure to give it the treatment it deserves after a wait that long.

Another thought crosses my mind..

I get up, and flick my hand in a waving motion.

An interface pulls up, filled with various items that I've collected throughout my journey.

"Aww Yeah! Teyvat really does have its own rules."

I really didn't expect that to work, but I guess since it's still me, I can still access my Inventory. I quickly skim through the list, setting whatever looks interesting on the desk.

Some Whopperflower lube from Liyue, a custom Natlanese pocket pussy, a clockwork vibrator...

And a long range Akasha terminal. I had Nahida hook it up for me so that even if I'm away from Sumeru I can still access it. Technically the Akasha is shut down, but anything uploaded before then should still be available. I'm sure the Dendro Archon wouldn't mind.

I lay out the fruits of my harvest out on the table, smiling to myself.

"Fuck it. No work today!"

Sitting down, I clip the leaf shaped ...thing onto my ear, immediately linking me into the system.

"Alright! Let's see what's in here."

I scroll the archive while rubbing his cock up and down slowly.

"Hmmmm, this one looks interesting."

It's a video titled "Real Life Miss Hina gets absolutely RAVAGED by Tenryou commission soldiers" with a familiar looking face on the thumbnail.

Do I know this person? I've definitely seen these ears before.

Eh, best not to dwell on it.

I press on the side of the earpiece, and the video starts. Sounds of moans and the clapping of skin on skin fill my head. Ms. Hina has a really nice ass, and her little dick is swaying with each thrust is super cute. I try to time my pumps with each thrust , but I eventually give up on that endeavor, just going at it without abandon.

I stand up, facing the window down to the grounds bellow. The knights are diligently training, none the wiser that their Grandmaster is degeneratively masterbating up above. One quick glance and it's all over for me, but the risk only gets me off even more.

Ergh-. I could feel it coming up soon. The sound of Varka's moans are now audibly escaping my mouth as I speed up. There's practically nothing on my mind except continuing to pleasure myself. My breath is running haggard from the exertion.

With a final roar I reach my climax. White ropes of the Grandmaster's pent up seed are strewn all over the window. My cock begins to soften, seemingly content with its purpose fulfilled.

I sit back down in my chair, panting. I should clean it up before someone notices, but I also have the impulse to leave my mark on this room for the next person to find. The thought of someone uncovering Varka's "secret sessions" is stirring me up.

Just then the Dodocommunication Device starts ringing. "Dodo! Dodo! Dodoco!"

I pick up.

"Heaayyy Travellurr! I'm sure you got my note, riiiiight?"

It's the sound of my own voice, but with the slurred speach of a man who has had way too many Firewater Tonics.

"Of course Varka. I've been keeping good care of your body."

"Greeaatt! I've just about finished my urgent business up here, but ummm I think something new has come up again. Real dangerous stuff. Mind if you hold up the fort for a little while longer?"

I look down at myself, flexing my bicep and grinning. Varka's dick perks up at the mention and begins to harden, preparing itself for more.

"Sure. Take all the time you want. I know it must be hard doing the duties of a grandmaster"

"Glaad to hear it. Oh, whoops gotta go now. Talk to you later."

"Traveller there you are! Paimon thinks you've been acting strange all-"

The device cuts out.

Oh well. Looks like my vacation has just been extended. Now what to do next~ (Thank you to Bara Swaps for letting me use this art :3)

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Btw, this is my alt account. (goonerbiscuits, not baraswaps)

Follow it if you want, it's mostly here as a backup/organizational tool.

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"And then he, he..aaahhhh I don't want to talk about it anymoreeeee"

"Shhhhhh, it's ok girl. I have a plan to get back at that jerk soon enough. Let me just call someone real quick"

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"Hey Cam, I've got a deal for you. Now don't say I've never done anything for you, I think you'ld very much be into this."

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Ughhhh, where am I...

Last thing I remembered, I was sitting in our- I mean my place, when I suddenly started to feel really sleepy. I tried to push through it, but in the end I ended up passing out on the couch. The weird thing is, I could've sworn I saw the door open right before I lost consciousness..

What the... Is this a blindfold?! And my mouth is duct-taped?!!

I thrash around trying to break free, but my hands are also tied to the back of the chair I'm sitting on.

"Oh? Guess who finally woke up. You were sleeping like a princess"

Is that.. Kylee? Wait, is this because of the breakup? It might've been not the most clean breakup, but it wasn't cause for tying me to a chair blindfolded. And certainly it wasn't my fault it got to this point as is.

Kylee takes off my blindfold for me. My eyes take a while to readjust, but when they do I manage to see....myself!?

That's my own body checking itself out by the mirror at my ex's place. It keeps flexing, making goofy faces and playing around with my junk through my briefs.

I look down at myself. My six pack abs were replaced with a large flabby belly, my arms and legs severely lacking any meaningful muscle definition. And I know exactly whose body it belongs to..

"Wow, you really outdid yourself this time. This body's great. I'll take good care of it."

"Yeah, I do know my stuff. I've implanted a copy of his memories in your head, only without that nasty personality, so you can pass convincingly enough."

I always knew something was up with that bitch. This is why I had my girlfriend stop talking with her a while back. She kept trying to sabotage our relationship. And I absolutely did not care for her gross brother at all. Sure he was a nice enough person I guess, but would it kill him to pick up a weight for once in his life? But now he in the body that I worked so hard for while he did nothing but laze around.

I glare daggers at the two. Just wait until I get out of this chair. You won't get away with this.

Kaylee notices and grins evilly.

She gets up close, and with a flick of her hand, forcibly spreads my legs apart. Obviously I panic, trying my best to break free from my binds. She pulls down my underwear, revealing Cam's surprisingly large hog. It's even larger than mine. Mine wasn't the most impressive I admit, but this is riduculous. How was he hiding all that? Kaylee then does some sort of air pinching motion, like zooming in on a phone. And then it shrinks rapidly, barely even visible from my perspective.

"Hey, bro. Before you go talk with her, lemme edit something real quick."

She does the same motion but in reverse, and all of my/Cam's stolen size goes into my body, adding onto my on. It visibly grows, stretching against the fabric, throbbing as it waits to be released.

"Oh! Thanks sis! Wait, I should go right now, it's about time."

Cam quickly puts on the clothes I was wearing before, before rushing out of the room.

Kaylee then takes off the tape on my mouth.

"You're insane!"

"Please. It's just the most logical solution. She gets a boyfriend that actually listens to her, Cam gets a new lease on life, and I get some peace of mind. It's a win - win."

"Aren't you forgetting someone!?? How long have you all been planning this?"

"Oh no - one else is involved. If either of them knew what I was up to, they would've never agreed. They're way too nice for that. Too bad I'm not."

Kaylee takes out her phone, showing me her conversation with my girlfriend.

"Guess what girl :3. I've done a little bit of my magic and he should be a much better boyfriend from now on."

"You didn't."

"I did. He feels sorry about the whole thing, and promised (wink) to change. He said he wants to talk at the place where you first met. PS, I've made a few more "improvements" as well."

She turns off her phone.

"I mean it's pretty obvious now, but I've dabbled in witchcraft even before I met your girlfriend. My specialty is mind stuff, so I can augment people if needed. Remember that thing with her parents not liking you and then suddenly changing their mind? Yeah that was a favor for her. They were right honestly, but I couldn't turn down her. You though? There's no saving you now haha."

"And Cam?"

"I just gave him the opportunity and he accepted. Cam's never been able to get with anyone before, so I thought to give him a chance. Should be better than you at least."

The faint sound of the apartment door opening rings into the room. I could hear laughter behind it.

"Oh speak of the devil. Looks like they're back from their date."

The door opens,

I shout at the top of my lungs, trying to bring an end to this nightmare.

"Babe! Don't listen to him! That's not me! You're talking with an imposter!"

Kaylee laughs.

"Yeah that's not going to work. I've cast an anti perception spell on her from the beginning. There's nothing you can do about anything now. Just enjoy the show."

My girlfriend and Cam in my body step into the room.

"Yeah, sorry for all that babe. It was entirely on me. I promise I'll be a better person."

"It's like I'm not even talking with the same person. Kaylee really did her work on you."

He locks eyes with me, and then looks at Kaylee, my girlfriend not noticing due to the veil.

"Yeah, haha. She really made me into a better man. You could say we're having a fresh start. Is there anything you want to try out? I'm up for anything."

"Hmmmm, how about I check out some of these improvements then~"

She pulls in Cam for a kiss, before pulling down his waistband on my pants.

She begins moving her hand up and down his huge shaft. It's not fair of him to have all of that. That virgin doesn't even know how to use all of that. Cam puts his hands behind his head as he takes it in. I'm sure he's feeling so smug just watching me sit here.

He leans over to her ear before whispering something. My girlfriend nods and strips her own clothes. She shifts her position so that she is laying on her back facing him at the edge of the bed close to me. She is just a few inches away from me. If only I weren't immobilized, I could stop all this.

"Ready, babe?"

Cam gets on top of her, positioning his stolen dick in front of her cunt, making direct eye contact with me as he prepares.

Kaylee and Cam nod in agreement as he takes charge. My girlfriend moans in tandem with the sound of my voice grunting as rhythmic clapping reverberates throughout the room.

"Don't you feel inferior watching someone else use your body better than you ever did?", Kaylee mocks loudly.

"Now you're just a small dicked virgin loser who has never had or will have pussy in their life. A mircopenis suits you~."

My girlfriend barely manages to make out sentences as she is getting demolished by his cock.

"Ahh Ahhh Have Ahhh Have you gotten bigger somehow? This is Hahh incredible."

"You couldn't even reach her G-Spot before couldn't you? How pathetic."

"This is torturous" I think, before I feel a strange sensation. I look down in horror as my microdick is rock-hard.

"What!?"

I desperately try to make it come down, but no matter what I do it stands proudly, taunting me.

"Hahahaha. Someone enjoying this~. Maybe I should leave you locked up in this room forever. I'm sure she wouldn't have a problem having fun with her boyfriend every night from now on anyway~"

"Shut your mouth."

Cam starts to speed up, it's obvious from his face that he's about ready.

"Babe..Hahhh, I think I'm about to Hahhh cum."

"Me too..."

I close my eyes, not bearing to watch, but they are suddenly forced open by someone.

"I'm not letting you miss the best part, dipshit~"

Cam thrusts one last time. They both moan loudly in sync.

They look into each other's eyes, breathing heavily, before immediately making out. Cam hasn't even taken it out. I shudder to think of the worst case scenario. Kaylee giggles behind me, relishing in the moment.

She lets go of my eyelids. I just sit there, utterly defeated.

"So you got your revenge huh. Are you proud of yourself for this plan?"

"Very much so. Why?"

"Wouldn't someone ask where did Cam go if I'm here? You can't dodge the question forever. And there's no way I would ever cooperate with you to cover up this. I never forget."

"That's a lie", Kaylee snickers. "Did you really think I didn't consider that?"

She places her hand on my forehead. A golden light starts to emanate from her fingers.

"What are you doing?"

"Just copying over Cam's mind over yours. When you wake up, none of this will have happened, and you'll just be my little loser bro again."

"What! You can't just erase me!"

"Yeah, where's the fun in that? I'm banishing you to the back of my bro's head. Just a passenger in his brain. You can scream and cry all you want in there, but no one would ever know, which reduces the headache for me."

I struggle to retain myself what little of myself there is left, but I can already feel my grip on his body loosening until...

....

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Night Body Hunting

Me and my friend are really just normal college students. We go to lectures, play beerpong at the local bar, and just do things people our age like to do. But we both have a secret. We're actually both well versed in body possession. Ever since we were both kids, we've always had the ability to jump into other people's bodies and control them. Heck, the only reason we know each other was because I watched him hop into my dad at the playground while I was in his. Since then, the two of us have been inseparable, because as far as we know, we're the only one's in the world capable of it. We would just hang out as other people while goofing off. But as we grew up, a problem began to emerge. There's only so many times you can jump into Mr. Woodsmith during his bathroom break or mess with the professor's assistant. Eventually, you've already been in every body in the town. So we struck a deal.

Every so often, we drive a few hours away go hunting for bodies to borrow. After we drive to the location, we each take off to scout for a suitable victim, I mean possessee. It could be anyone, spring breakers at Tampa, Atlantic City police chiefs, random suburban dads on their morning jog, anyone that we are feeling at the moment. If we both agree on a target, then the one who is closest will distract them, usually striking up a conversation, while the other sneaks up behind them, invisible to the naked eye, before jumping in.

We then have to act natural to make our way home without being noticed. Loose links are a death sentence for our operation. But once we reach our place, it's time to let loose. We usually each take turns acting as the lucky guy, just really doing whatever. It isn't uncommon to come home from lecture to see that one of us using their body to relieve themselves after a long day of classes. My personal favorite thing to do is jerking off in the quad at 3 in the morning. Even if I do get caught, I look them in the eyes, smile, and continue till I bust. It's not my actual body, so no harm comes to me after I hop out. This one girl didn't know it, but we were actually taking turns fucking her every night for a solid few weeks.

That brings us to tonight.

I was at a 24 hour gym at around 2 am while my bud was scoping the patrons at the diner across the street. There was barely anyone around. Even the staff had gone home, probably not a smart choice for them, but it sure was convenient. But honestly, the pickings weren't as good tonight. No one really stood out, just a bunch of resolutioners trying and giving up after a few sets, and then going home for the night. But there was one person that caught my eye. They were wearing a grey t shirt and gym shorts, soaked with sweat as they were intensely focused on their reps. I could see that they were not one to go for a few months and give up and their body definitely showed that dedication.

Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

"Any luck? It's a total snoozefest over here."

I sneakily snap a picture from across the room.

"How about this one?"

"Oh this one is good for sure. Better than anyone in this dump."

"I'll distract him. Come over by the side entrance. All the staff already left"

I look up from my phone. Looks like he's taking a brief water break. Better not miss this chance.

"Hey are you done using that machine?"

"Oh sure man. Let me wipe it down first."

"Thanks. I'm Geff. I'm actually from out of town, so I've been looking for a new spot to work out. Honestly, there's not of people around right now, so I was surprised to see someone like you here. Your triceps are really impressive."

"Dawson...."

He eyes me suspiciously, obviously sensing something is up.

"Yeah it's just the hour. Not a lot of people around, so it's nice to focus on my lifts. I like to come after my shift."

"Must be nice to get the place to yourself."

In the corner of my eye I could see Darren sneak through the door, making sure to not be in sight of anyone. He gets into position.

"By the way, how's the weather feel in your kitchen?"

"I'm sorry? What do you-"

He pauses, before smiling and crossing his arms.

"Like a million bucks."

"Say, why don't we go check out the weather in my kitchen, see how it compares."

Me and Darren walk back to the parking lot and get in the car.

"Man we really lucked out with this guy. Imagine if we had came just a few hours earlier."

He flexes his guns, smiling.

I start the car and begin driving.

"Yeah I'd say this hunt was pretty succes-"

In the mirror I could see that Darren had already stripped himself with his hand already around his cock.

"Dude. You couldn't wait until I at least tried him on? We haven't even left the city yet, what if someone recognizes him?"

"Relax bro, it's 2 in the morning. No one will notice. Besides, did you really think I would let THIS go to waste?"

"Fine, just don't cum just yet. I just finished my dissertation and I've got a few hours of pornos with my name on it."

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