Outside of the camera frame, Broto Dharmawan's very own son, Jati, is busy sucking and worshipping his father's fresh-from-work sweaty-socked feet. It's a perfect arrangement for Jati. His gaming account gained virality as people tuned in to watch the late 40s fit buff daddy beat the asses of the much younger players and while at the same time he has quality time with his father and his boyfriend. Where's the boyfriend in the equation? Well......let's just say, the Broto Dharmawan on screen is not necessarily the real Broto Dharmawan as there's just no way in hell the well-known law firm partner can spend hours playing video games with the amount of responsibility and client roster he handled. But it's not like the viewers know who the fuck is Pak Broto Dharmawan, and it's not like his father is a very public person so people cannot pinpoint him that easily. All they see is a hunky Indonesian muscle daddy on screen with his deep baritone voice that sounded so eargasmic under a random name that they wouldn't even care to decipher its meaning......
So while the real Broto buried himself with work, his 19 years old only son and children feeling some sort of daddy issues decided that maybe his boyfriend could fill in the daddy role he sorely missed by putting on the enchanted clothing piece that belonged to the real Pak Broto. At first, Narendra thought that Jati turned delusional or something with the outlandish claim, so when Narendra put on Jati's father's shorts, he went for it skeptical.
But once his quads exploded upon putting on Pak Broto's shorts, Narendra stared back at Jati in awe and quickly grabbed the rest of the clothes to make the process faster as he fills in the white tanktop and starts to get older too in the process, hairline slowly receding and facial structure started to reshape itself
"Well, it's official. We're going to stream with camera on every month and while you played pretend as my dad on screen, I'll be down there doing all sort of things to you, do you understand that, Daddy?"
"Oh yeah boy, definitely. You're saying that you'll worship my stinky feet or get choked on my cock while I put on the appearance for an hour or two gathering coins and behaving all straight to attract all spectrum of viewers that want to take a peek at the hunky muscleman,"
"Naren! You're making me hard with that speech! Stop taking this so seriously so earl---UMMPPHHHH" Jati said before being silenced as the meaty hand of his dad closed his mouth and the towering figure of Broto Dharmawan himself literally cornered him to the wall
"Is that how you speak to your father, whore? And why do you call me with your fruity friend's names? Yeah, I know about you two, I'm a fucking lawyer, I read people, your closet is literally transparent boy, and this hard cock clearly proved it," Narendra in his Broto form said, grabbing Jati's hardening bulge as he is several centimeters taller and completely utilized his frame to dominate. That interaction caused Jati to practically cummed on the spot.
That was 2 months ago. Nowadays, such interaction is common between the "father" and son before the camera rolled. So far, no one noticed anything amiss about the daddy they see on screen and since he doesn't answer questions about personal life, everyone stopped asking anyway. The viewers are also unaware of the activity below the frame and Jati would love to keep such arrangement going......
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I lift a heavy arm, I inhale the scent of my new body. It’s the smell of male sweat, the musk of high testosterone, mixed with my own raging pheromones. It brings my mind back to the primitive urges of my carnal desires.
This is the smell of a man who has been working as hard as he can. The scent is strongest where the sweat has dripped down and pooled in places his rough hands couldn’t wipe away. I trace each groove and crease with my fingers and breathe in deeply, taking each layer of his scent into my nose. This scent is a map of his hard work and it feels like I am being welcomed into his life as I make it my own.
I don’t know how long I stand there in his room, surrounded by all of his things, all of them covered in his scent, taking in the smell of my new body and running my big hands and fingers everywhere and all over the massive vehicle I now command. I slowly realize there is no one around, no one to yell at me, no one to make me feel small.
I am my father now. His room is my room. His body is my body. His smell is my smell.
The smell of my father’s manly cock drives me crazy. His scent is a drug in the air, and I cannot get enough of it. My body pumps with blood and sweat begins to enlarge my penis to its fullest and most intimidating size. His boxer briefs are a tent pulled tightly over his crotch, and I see his manly cock poking out at me as if to say, “Come and get it!”
I grab the waistband and push the boxer-briefs down. His giant cock springs out, slapping against his abdomen. His balls are large and heavy, like two battering rams jiggling in their sack. I smell them. I take one ball in either hand and squeeze. I feel their weight. I smell them again.
I sniff my fingers. It’s the smell of a man who is ready to breed. With no one around, I’ll have to take care of it myself. I lay back on his bed, claiming it as my own, rolling in it to absorb even more of his fatherly scent. I wrap my hand around his hard, wet penis and begin stroking it slowly at first, but like a wild animal, I cannot restrain myself for long. Soon I am stroking it harder and faster, as my own excitement grows.
Goosebumps run all over my body, a wave of energy surges through my veins. My whole body is rigid and trembling. My cock is so hard it hurts. My balls are swollen and tight against my body.
I stroke myself hard and fast, rubbing, tugging, and squeezing my shaft all the way. I almost can't handle it. I am ready to cum, and with a roar I ejaculate in big, long ropes over my strong and brick-like chest. I collapse in the bed and rub the semen in like lotion. It will only add to my new scent.
I relax now, and breathe it in. I have my father’s manly scent all over me, and I love it. I feel so strong and powerful. I feel like I could do anything. Now, I am my father. Now, this scent is mine.
Around 2 am last night, I suddenly felt the urge to get a drink of water. I carefully got out of bed so as not to wake up my wife and made my way to the kitchen silently. But as I was heading back, I noticed the light in my son's room was still on.
I was planning to barge in and tell him off for staying up so late, but then I noticed that inside his room was myself??? Or what seems to be myself aggressively pumping his cock with a fleshlight.
I can't believe my eyes as I watch the scene before me. The doppelganger is kneeling on a towel, loudly masturbating to a gay porno on my son's desktop. Around him is many spent condoms filled with what could only be presumably my cum.
Then the most surprising sentence comes out of "my" mouth.
"Mmmmm fuckkkk Dad, your body is just too good."
Wait... Dad?
Then a realization dawns upon me. My son must be a shapeshifter just like his father. I didn't even consider the possibility that my power could be hereditary! Just how long has he been able to do this?
My son and I have really never been close. I may be able to become anyone I wish, but that doesn't mean that I'm able to understand them. Little did I know that he was going through the same thing as his old man did so many years ago. Maybe it's time for some father-son bonding.
I take another look at the 40-year-old man fapping with the pocket pussy. I suppose it's about that age when he gets that urge. I feel something akin to pride? for my son. Y'know, maybe he can use some advice from his old man around this time. Like, for one, not assuming that just because it's late at night doesn't mean that nobody's awake.
I sneak back to the bedroom so as not to interrupt his "fun." I guess I can overlook him staying up late for now...
The sun was dipping low when Dennis's black SUV rolled up the curved drive toward the old mansion. The front lawn was trimmed to perfection, the ornamental iron gates framing a riot of roses - deep crimson, pale blush, gold - intertwined with ivy that crept up the stucco walls. The mansion itself was a masterwork of craftsmanship: every cornice carved in swirling arabesques, every window sash painted in a soft cream that still bore the original brush stroke. In front, a wrought-iron gazebo stood half-stripped, its peeling paint revealing layers of history; once the restoration was complete, its filigree roof would offer a cool refuge beneath the summer sky.
Dennis stepped out to find the ghost-hunting equipment being hauled inside by his team. Black trunks lay open, revealing rows of EMF detectors, infrared cameras, voice-recording devices. The soft hum of charging batteries mingled with the distant drone of cicadas. He smoothed the front of his royal blue shirt - tailored so precisely it hints at every curve of his torso - then nodded to the owner, a gaunt man with eyes both hopeful and haunted.
"It's supposed to be a bed-and-breakfast," the over said, ushering Dennis inside. His voice echoes faintly in the grand foyer, where a crystal chandelier dangled like a cage of frozen raindrops. "We've never been able to finish the renovation - something always holds us back."
Dennis's gaze drifted upward, taking in the soaring coffered ceilings studded with rosetted. "It's breathtaking," he said, voice calm as the machines around them pulsed with quiet life.
"Thanks - hopefully you'll banish whatever's here so we can open the doors next season." The owner's words barely left his lips when a heavy gilt-framed portrait slipped from its hook and shattered across the Mable landing. The crash rang out like thunder in the a small storm. A handful of crew members rushed forward, sweeping shards of glass into dustpans before anyone could be cut.
"I promise you," Dennis said, watching the men work, "by sunrise, this place will be clear." He glanced at his team - each face lit by the glow of handheld monitors, adjusting dials, calibrating sensors until every instrument lay in perfect readiness for the night ahead.
Night fell quickly in the countryside. One by one Dennis sent his crew away, leaving only himself among the array of blinking cameras mounted discreetly to preserve the mansion's antique paneling. A soft beep told him they were all live. He began his solitary tour, pausing to breathe in each room's distinct atmosphere.
In the master suite, the scent of polished oak and aged leather lingered beneath the heavy velvet drapes. A four-poster bed with ebony-carved posts stood proud, its velour blankets folded like dark waves across the mattress. Overhead the moonlight filtered through stained-glass transoms, painting violet patterns on the oriental rug.
In the library, rows of ancient tomes rose to the ceiling. The pages smelled of dust and secrets; the leather bindings felt cool and worn under his fingertips as he brushed past. Somewhere behind a stack of encyclopedias, the cables of a microphone trailed into shadow.
Even the conservatory held its breath: ferns unfurled toward the glass dome, orchids dropped under the weight of dew, and palms arched like silent sentinels. The warm, humid air felt alive, as though something waited just out of sight. Dennis's exhale misted before him, yet the silence remained absolute.
Returning to the foyer, Dennis studied the forest of tripods and recorder boxes. For an instant, he thought he saw a slender shaft of light refract around the edge of the sofa - a shape, maybe a silhouette - before it winked out. He took a careful step forward, and a sudden breeze flicked the pages of a ledger left on a side table. The curtains fluttered, though no window was open.
A slow smile curved Dennis's lips. He reached into his pocket and pressed a small button on a matte-black box - a signal to activate his most sensitive gear. "All right," he said, voice low and confident, as if addressing a hidden guest, "here's the deal. You get one final ride inside a living vessel - one last romp through pulsing veins and racing thoughts - and then you leave this house alone." His fingers brushed the small silver hoop handing from his earlobe, ensuring it was secure. A soft beep echoed faintly from the earring after he pressed the button, confirming that everything was in place.
Silenced answered him, save for the soft electronic whirr of cameras capturing every corner. He scanned the room, eyes sharp, until a skitter of movement flickered behind the grand staircase. A cool current brushed past him, raising gooseflesh along his forearms. He planted his feet firmly.
"Come and get me," he challenged the emptiness, knowing something watched from the darkness. With deliberate theatrics, he ripped open his shirt, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest. He flexed a hand forward and let out a teasing growl, baiting the unseen presence. Dennis loved to play. Tonight would be no exception.
For those on his team, it was no secret how much Dennis relished ghost hunting. Yet, nothing thrilled him more than feeling a spirit invade his body. His rigorous workouts had sculpted his physique into a tantalizing beacon for the restless souls he pursued. Now, he stood defiantly in the foyer, bare-chested, daring the dead to possess him.
"Really? Nothing?" he called out, his voice echoing with a mix of anticipation and disappointment. But then, the air vibrated with energy. Machines erupted with insistent buzzing, bells clanged, and the lights blazed to life on by one, heralding an approaching entity. A chilling breeze surged towards him, crashing into his chest. Dennis's grin stretched wide, just as his head snapped back with a sharp gasp. "Yes!" he shouted with raw exhilaration, his head lolling ecstatically. He clawed at his shirt, ripping it open wider, desperate to grant the ghost more space to invade his flesh with its otherworldly presence.
The spirit surged forth, a fleeting glimpse that left Dennis barely catching the spectral tail as it vanished between the muscular slabs of his chest. In an instant, control slipped away; his arms jerked wildly as the phantom force clawed its way through his limbs, driving his fingers to curl and reach for his own face. A twisted smile spread across his features, but it was a grin that no longer belonged to Dennis. Each contact was electric, and the ghost within him gasped, overwhelmed by the intoxicating rush of life rekindles, a surge of vitality that made his very essence throb with intensity.
"I haven't felt like this in ages," he growled, his fingers delving beneath his shirt to clutch and knead the taut muscles underneath. "And I have never had these before." His fingertips traced around the hard ridges of his flexed abs, making them stand out like chiseled marble. Driven by an overwhelming surge of power, he brought his hands up to grasp his pecs, savoring the sheer strength he now commanded. The flood of emotions and sensations bubbled within him, sending a jolt of raw desire that was impossible to ignore. With a swift, almost savage motion, he tore his belt free and shoved his jeans down, his hands squeezing the insistent bulge in his underwear.
"This feels incredible," he moaned, his head snapping back in a storm of unrestrained ecstasy. He ripped his shirt from his body with a fervor, discarding it like a forgotten relic, and gazed hungrily at the flesh he now possessed. His hands roamed greedily over the taut, sculpted muscles, caressing and venerating them as if they were divine. He staggered slightly, momentarily forgetting the shackles of his pants tangled around his ankles, and when he collapsed onto the sofa, he kicked them off with a forceful swing, his cock straining fiercely against the confines of his briefs. Even as he stumbled through the opulently decorated rooms to a bathroom as exquisite as the rest of the mansion, with its lavish wallpaper and gleaming fixtures, he was still marveling as the unfamiliar body. The ghost inhabiting Dennis scrutinized his reflection, tilting his head to capture every angle of his chiseled jawline. With a curious finger, he traced the mustache Dennis had cultivated, chuckling as the bristles sent thrilling tingles across his upper lip.
His cock pulsed with a life of its own, the spirit nearly mesmerized by the allure of his captivating reflection, and with one decisive motion, he unleashed that formidable organ. It sprang forth, entrancing the ghost as his mustache quivered with electric excitement.
"You're quite the prize, aren't you?" the ghost declared with Dennis's voice, sliding his hands down the ridged landscape of his abs, flexing them under his touch before seizing the throbbing shaft. He groaned, the grip sending waves of almost unbearable pleasure surging through him, a sensation he had been deprived of since his death. He gasped, slamming his hand against the mirror for support as the pleasure threatened to buckle his knees. The guttural sound he emitted was primal, and if one looked closely enough, they might see the specter leaking from his pores, the visage of an ancient man peering through the mortal facade. His chest heaved as he succumbed to the overwhelming bliss, yet the old man grinned wickedly, drawing himself back into the vessel, revealing the striking face in the reflection he had commandeered.
The spirit savagely tore away the last vestiges of his clothing, stalking back into the room where the ghost hunting gear hummed, planting himself defiantly in the center. "You all enjoy the show?" he sneered, glaring at the cameras. "You little fuckers get off on watching your boss get used like this?" he pointed at a camera, posing with both arms flexed, his cock jutting obscenely. The ghost looked down at himself and then back at the cameras, a wicked grin spreading. "You want a fucking show? I'll give you a show."
He seized his cock, throwing himself down on the sofa, the discarded pants a crumpled mess by the side table. He lifted his legs, grabbing his cock with one hand while the other explored his asshole, fingers slipping in his mouth before brutally pushing against his hole with a guttural grunt. His body convulsed, pleasure and pain colliding in a brutal, erotic storm. Legs high, fingers digging at his prostate, he stroked his thick cock, glaring at the blinking camera light.
Whether someone was watching live or Dennis would enjoy the recording later, the ghost ravaged Dennis's body like it was his own. His moans were deafening, drowning out the equipment's hum, threatening to shatter the windows with his ecstatic screams. His fingers dug deeper, stroking faster, until he felt the pull, balls churning, tightening, orgasm imminent. The sofa cushions enveloped him as he thrust harder, something tugging at his ear. The cushion's embroidery caught his hoop earring, and as his body arched in a brutal, sexy spasm, the earring tore off, falling near the discarded pants. His load erupted, painting his chiseled body in glistening ropes, moans so loud they threatened to consume him.
Just as he collapsed back onto the sofa, the box in the pants pocket beeped, the earring vibrating before sending out a crackling spark meant to expel the ghost. But it was too late. The earring was too far from his earlobe, and the ghost was free to reside in his flesh as long as he wanted.
The spirit toyed with the equipment, anticipation buzzing in the air like static, waiting for the pivotal moment that would hurl him out of the borrowed body. But that moment never arrived. Instead, he prowled through every room of his old haunt, pushing Dennis's body to its limits until the first light of darn sliced through the windows. He had driven Dennis to the brink of exhaustion, collapsing into sleep in the master bedroom. The abrupt clamor of Dennis's team roused him, their presence a whirlwind of motion as they dismantled and hauled away the remnant of their ghost-hunting endeavor. One team member tossed his clothes to him, and the spirit, blinking into wakefulness, realized his possession was inexplicably intact. A fierce struggle simmered within, a battle for control, but he held dominance, luxuriating in the newfound freedom of a life reclaimed. He donned Dennis's attire, adopting his mannerisms as he mingled with the team packing up.
"So did it work?" The owner's query cut through as he stepped outside, the house now devoid of all paranormal paraphernalia.
"Yeah, I would whatever was haunting this place won't be a problem anymore." Dennis - or rather, the entity within - replied with a sly smirk.
"That's perfect. I already sent you the money, so we should be square." The owner's handshake was firm and jubilant, and Dennis marveled at the sensation of touch, a thrilling reminder of his corporeal existence. As the owner moved past him, Dennis's gaze locked onto the SUV driver, a colossal figure engrossed in his phone, obliviously waiting for Dennis to join him in the back seat. The spirit, now seated in the driver's seat of his new life, felt a ravenous hunger stir within, his eyes blazing with desire to test the limit of his new, permanent form either with the man behind the steering wheel, or any man he could get his hands on.
The bartender was mid-shake, liquor sloshing in his mixer, when his gaze collided with a stranger on the dance floor. Seth, dancing with the pulse of the music, was trying to lure the bartender into some sort of seduction from afar. But Seth was older, softer around the edges than the sea of tight, youthful bodies surrounding him, and his dance was more uncoordinated than he would have liked. He stumbled, catching himself before smoothly walking over to the bar.
"What's your poison?" The bartender barked, already moving on from the ticket he's just closed, pen scrawled across the bottom.
Seth hesitated before growling, "Gin and tonic. Make it strong."
The bartender's eyes flicked up, ensnaring Seth's stare as he slid the drink across the bar with a force that made the glass sweat. Seth's eyes locked onto the bartender's chest, where a tie hung like a noose between his sculpted pecs. He drank deeply, four hungry gulps, ice slinking against his teeth as he set the glass down with a sharp exhale.
"I need something more than this," Seth rasped, his eyes trailing down the bartender's body like a ravenous beast. The bartender's smirk hooked into Seth and didn't let go.
"Back alley. Five minutes." He spun away, snapping orders to his coworker before disappearing out the back door.
The alley was a graveyard of broken bottles and shadows the couldn't conceal the raw hunger etched onto Seth's face. "How much to get close to you?" he snarled.
The bartender's arms crossed, pecs flexing like a warning. "How much you got?"
Seth didn't give a damn about the price. He just needed to feel the heat. He fisted a hundred-dollar bill and shove it into the bartender's greedy hand. The bartender's grin sunk the hook in even deeper, Seth's desperation bursting forward as he dropped to his knees, clawing at the bartender's belt with a ferocious drool.
But the bartender wasn't interested in Seth's fumbling attempts at seduction. He grabbed Seth's hair, forcing his head back as he scanned the alley for prying eyes. Seth's mouth engulfed him, hot and wet, but the bartender was elsewhere, his mind on the crisp bill now crumpled in his pocket.
Suddenly, Seth's grip tightened, hands clutching the bartender's thighs like a vise. His throat convulsed, something monstrous writhing beneath his skin, pushing up, invading. The bartender's eyes widened in panic as he tried to shove Seth off, but Seth was frozen and firm. The thing inside Seth surged, forcing its way into the bartender's body. His cock throbbing with more than just pleasure as the creature slithered from one husk to the next.
The bartender choked, body seizing as the creature slithered its way along his spine. His head snapped up, chest heaving, a new consciousness gleaming in his eyes. He ripped Seth off him, discarding his sleeping body against a pile of garbage bags and digging around in his pocket for something. A cruel smile played on his lips as he surveyed his new form, knowing who would enjoy his new body.
In the soft glow of my quiet apartment, I was lost in the page of a book, the crisp paper gently brushing against my fingertips. The warm cup of tea by my side added a comforting aroma, the steam dancing with the scenes unfolding I my mind. As I finished the chapter, I took a deep, satisfying breath, drained the last of my tea, and reluctantly headed to bed.
My bedtime ritual was quick, but detailed, and in the midst of finishing, I heard the front door open. The click of the lock didn't bother me, in fact I finished flossing and found myself sliding into bed. The moment I got comfortable, I noticed a figure standing by the door. My heart pounded as I clutched the blankets to my chest.
"What the fuck?" I stuttered.
"It's me, love," came the reassuring reply. The bartender's deep voice sent a shiver down my spine. His muscular silhouette was a comforting sight, and I felt my nerves begin to settle.
"You're finally here," I breathed, a smile playing on my lips. "I've been waiting for you to switch out of Seth."
"I was getting tired inside of him." He replied, stripping off his clothes, revealing the rest of his incredible body. His excitement was evident, and I felt a familiar heat stir within me. "I'm finally a hunk again! Plus, I've missed you." His cock bounced, revealing his massive balls hanging between his thick legs.
"Show me how much you've missed me," I said, my voice dripping in desire. I shifted beneath the blankets, creating an inviting space beside me. His eyes flared with passion as he crawled towards me, his powerful body moving with predatory grace.
He covered me with his warmth, his strong hands exploring my body as I wrapped my legs around him. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, sending waves of anticipating coursing through my veins.
"You feel incredible." he murmured, his hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. I gasped as he entered me, my body stretching to accommodate him. Pleasure flooded my senses, and I clung to him, my hands tracing the high muscles of his back.
"Give me everything," I whispered, my voice ragged with need. "I want all of you."
His pace quickened, each thrust sending me spiraling closer to finishing. I could feel his body tensing, his muscles coiling as he chased his release. With a final, powerful thrust, he cried out, his body pulsing with his climax.
I kissed him deeply, tasting him as my own load spurt from my cock. "This body was made for you," I murmured against his lips. "Don't let it go."
"I think you're right," he said, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "I think I'll keep it for a while."
"It's perfect for you," I agreed, my body still humming with pleasure. "Nice catch, babe."
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(Original story posted June 23rd 2022 & June 26th 2022) This story has been significantly Updated!
Yet another longer story here! 12.5K words to be exact! It was originally posted in two halves but I’ve put them both together here for your reading convenience! Also the model I used for Uncle Ted in this story was fit as fuck so I’ll probably use him again in a new story at some point 😋
(Part 1)
Jake stared into the mirror, eyes flickering over his own reflection. If there was one word that came to mind it was average. Not all that skinny, not too fat and not really that muscular either. He had some light body hair here and there but nothing notable. He adorned some patchy facial hair yet but nothing to write home about either. At least he had a decent cock but even then he kinda wished it was a tad more impressive. Overall he really was just average. Honestly Jake thought he was okay with it. That was until his recent 22nd birthday rolled around where he’d made a decision that he was going to forge himself into a better man. He didn’t want to look in the mirror every morning and see someone ordinary anymore. He wanted to see someone extraordinary! Luckily he knew just the right man to turn to for advice.
After a short walk through the neighbourhood, Jake found himself knocking on a familiar door. Moments later the door swung open and Jake was greeted by his favourite Uncle Ted. It’d be easy for anyone to see why Jake was going to his Uncle for help. The dude was JACKED! Ted might’ve been 43 years old but that certainly didn’t stop him from having a killer body. Huge arms! Massive Chest! Giant legs! Bubbly Ass! Most dudes would kill to have a body like that in their twenties nevermind their forties! If there was anyone in Jake’s family that could help his body go from ordinary to extraordinary, it was his Uncle Ted.
Ted was quick to invite his nephew inside, saying it was nice to have a bit of company. Despite his incredible looks Ted was still single somehow. He had a wife a few years ago but they ended up splitting because they had ‘different interests in life’ or something like that. Jake wasn’t sure of the specifics. Neither of them ever went into that much detail about it, just that they weren’t right for each over apparently.
So ever since Ted had been living on his own. Not that needed to be. Even Jake knew that his uncle had women his age and younger practically throwing themselves at him and anyone could see why. Besides being in amazing shape, Ted was also effortlessly charming and immaculate. He exuded a positive kind of masculinity that made him feel magnetic to both men and women alike. It truly was an admirable trait.
After being tossed a beer from the fridge, Jake explains his situation and how he wants Ted to help him along the way. Ted was of course thrilled that his nephew had sought him out for advice and immediately agreed to help. This swiftly evolved into a lecture given to Jake about healthy eating and what are the best foods to include/avoid. Telling him all about calories surplus' and deficits, how to manage his eating habits, meal prep so on and so forth. He was very adamant that eating right was a crucial component to getting in shape and staying healthy.
He eventually ended up writing half of this down since it was a lot of information to cram into Jake all at once. But after all that came the training advice. Ted gave Jake some ideas for routines he could start with at the gym. Nothing too serious but enough to get him into the swing of things. Jake was thrilled when his Uncle even offered if he wanted to join him at the Gym tomorrow. Ted worked there after all as a personal trainer and part owner so it’d be easy for him to show Jake the ropes. Jake didn’t even think twice when accepting the offer.
Afterwards, they sat on the couch and watched some sports together for an hour or two before Jake eventually decided it was about time for him to head back home. Before he could leave though, his Uncle caught him a big muscly bear hug while emphasising how flattered he is that Jake came to him for help and advice. It was a good thing they didn’t hold that hug for too long otherwise Uncle Ted might’ve felt the swiftly growing erection pressing against Jake’s pants. Afterall, there was more than one reason why he was so excited when his Uncle actually offered to train with him…
For the longest time now Jake had a massive crush on Uncle Ted. That huge muscular body, those devilishly handsome features and that sliver hair he’d developed in recent years. He looked like a walking sex dream and Jake had fantasised time after time what it would be like to touch and squeeze his uncle's muscled physique. Dreaming of kissing along those thick pecs while worshipping Ted’s brawny biceps. Even licking the sweat off his uncle's abs after a long workout before gradually shifting lower and lower until he could tug down Ted’s shorts finally see what his uncle’s cock looks like. Just wondering about it made his whole body shiver with delight.
One of his most frequent jerk off fantasies was of a memory from a couple years back. They’d been on a family trip to the beach and his Uncle tagged along. At one point he wore nothing but a well fitted speedo that hugged his ass and crotch tightly while having the rest of his impressive body on full display. Jake must’ve barely touched the sea that day as he spent most of his time sitting nearby Ted as he sunbathed on a towel, trying not to make his glancing too obvious. The image of his Uncle’s ass stretching those speedo’s had been seared into his brain ever since. Not to mention the outline of his thick daddy dick.
Having managed to successfully hide his growing boner, Jake said goodbye to his smiling Uncle who told him to be ready to meet him at the local gym tomorrow at 10:00am. The entire walk home after that Jake couldn’t help the giddy excitement rising up inside him. He was gonna get to see Ted getting sweaty and pumping iron while also getting to work on his own body. Two birds with one stone! He was hardly gonna sleep a wink tonight just thinking about it.
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Jake had gotten up bright and early the next day. He wasted no time jumping out of bed to grab some breakfast before throwing on some workout gear and heading off for the gym. He arrived at about 9:55 to find Ted already standing outside the entrance waiting for him. The two said a quick hello before heading straight inside, not wanting to waste any time.
When they got to the reception, Jake was planning on paying separately for each day until he was sure that he wanted to stay. Ted however tried to convince Jake to get the membership, reasoning that he would feel more encouraged to go throughout the month that way. Jake thought on it for a moment but eventually decided to do it seeing as he thought it’d make Ted happy.
Next stop was the locker room. Seeing as he was part of the staff, Ted had his own separate locker with the rest of the staff. Jake on the other hand was given a key to one of the regular lockers which he found pretty quick. He tossed his gym bag inside before locking it back up and meeting with his Uncle again.
Jake assumed it was time to head down to the gym next but Ted stopped him. Apparently there was one more thing he wanted to do so that they could really get the most out of their gym session today. Ted led a confused Jake into one of the large changing cubicles across the locker room before shutting the door behind them. What Ted said after that sounded completely insane and yet Jake wanted nothing more than to believe it.
“I think there might be a better and quicker way for you to learn all this rather than just me showing you like any other trainer would…” Ted began somewhat ominously. Jake had no idea where his Uncle had been going with this but in no world would he have predicted what Ted revealed to him next.
Ted went on to tell Jake about a ‘very special power’ he had. Apparently, ever since he turned 20, Ted had been blessed with the ability to astral project his soul out of his body and possess somebody else’s. Jake’s eyes had widened at that, not quite sure how to respond to such a claim. He was skeptical of course and was quick to make it known. Ted had expected as much but he insisted he was telling the truth. He even went on to tell Jake about how his first possession had been of his old college football coach because he’d been jealous of the man’s large burly body. Going on to explain that being in that body was part of the reason Ted had been so driven to perfect his own body.
“I’ve also learned how to manipulate other people’s souls while projecting, pulling them out of their bodies and putting them into others…” Ted continued on, seeming dead serious about this power he claimed to have. Even reciting another story where he accidentally caused a middle aged man to swap bodies with his jock son way back when he was still figuring this power out and had to scramble to figure out how to undo it again.
Hearing all this Jake was at a loss for words. He had no clue what in the hell his Uncle was talking about. Was it some kind of strange prank he was trying to pull? Because there was no way right? Why wouldn’t he have mentioned this kind of thing before? The logical part of his brain screamed that it couldn’t be true but another part of his couldn’t help but pray that it was real. Because if that was true then… His eyes darted down at his average body and then back up at his Uncle’s perfect form. He wanted that.
Ted sighed “Yeaaah didn’t think you’d believe me so how about I just show ya instead?”
Jake took a step back, not knowing what to expect as Ted closed his eyes and focused. The 22 year old was unable to see what happened next as Ted’s soul detached from his body. He caught his bearings in a matter of seconds in his astral form before wasting no time in reaching inside Jake’s body. In that moment Jake felt an indescribable sensation spread throughout his entire being before blacking out. His soul was forcefully dragged from his body, leaving it an empty husk like Ted’s body. But not for long. With careful precision, Ted pulled on Jake’s soul and tossed it into his former 43 year old body and watched as his nephew’s essense was absorbed into that mature muscular form. As soon as he knew it’d gone smoothly, Ted jumped inside Jake’s younger, slimmer form and took full control.
They were both a little disoriented for a moment, blinking their eyes a little as the world came back into focus. Though Jake was very quick to realise something was very different. Very different. For starters he was now staring down at none other than… himself?! But it wasn’t just that. His entire body felt different!
Looking down at himself, Jake’s eyes bulged as they settled on an incredible pair of thick juicy pecs straining against the very same tank top Ted had been wearing. Looking past them he could see the rest of his body certainly wasn’t lacking either. His shoulders looked like bowling balls as thick and powerful veins snaked down his arms and across a pair of gigantic bulging biceps. And even further past those he saw that he was wearing his Uncle’s gym shorts as well as they struggled to contain his enormous looking legs. He was fucking huge!
“H…Holy…Fuuck… wait i-is that my voice??” Each word that left Jake's mouth rumbled with a deep yet familiar baritone. It was weird coming from his own mouth but he knew that voice immediately. It was his Uncle’s voice! He was speaking with his Uncle’s voice!!! There was no way. All that impossible stuff his Uncle had been saying about astral projecting and moving souls was actually true?…
He was actually inside his hot Uncle’s huge god-like body! Instantly his new dick throbbed at the realisation.
Almost on instinct Jake started to explore his new assets, starting with his pecs. He placed a large hand beneath each one and began to bounce and jiggle them through the tank top. The feeling was nothing if not magical. All that muscle stacked on his chest, ready to be groped and admired. Fuck he couldn’t get enough of it. He just wanted to squish and bounce them non stop while tweaking on his nipple. Unfortunately he did quite that far when his former body let out a hearty “Ahem!” Suddenly snapping back to reality as Jake remembered he wasn’t the only one here. Jake’s new 43 year old face turned a shade of red as his Uncle stared at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Right. The plan is that I’m going to use your body to workout and push it as far as it can go, hopefully installing a bit of muscle memory along the way. Meanwhile I’m going to let you workout in my body. I’ll still coach you of course but the already existing muscle memory in my body should help you learn.” Ted explained but Jake looked as though he was far too busy flexing his new biceps, practically drooling as he watched the muscles bulge with power. “Oi! I hope you’re listening because if you don’t take this seriously then I’ll change us back right now.” Ted threatened, trying to sound as stern as possible despite being inside Jake’s much smaller body.
“Sorry sorry. I heard you Uncle Ted. This is just uhhhh… a lot to take in you know…” Jake replied, trying his best not to keep his hands off himself.
Ted cracked a smile. “Believe me, I get it. I was the same when I took over my old coach’s body for the first time. It was a wild ride to say the least.” He said, averting his eyes away for a moment as a small blush crossed his face. “How about you just meet me in the main gym in about 5 minutes when you’ve had enough time to let this all… digest.” Ted glanced down at Jake’s crotch, seeing the rather noticeable bulge now pressing against his shorts. Jake went even redder in the face that time. He’d been so infatuated with his Uncle’s muscles that he’d barely even noticed his growing erection in all the excitement. He swiftly apologised to which his Uncle was surprisingly chill and brushed it off, saying it was natural after an experience like this and to just get rid of it before following him.
Ted left Jake alone to sort himself. The moment he was out of sight however, Jake locked himself back inside the cubicle and immediately went back to feverishly grabbing at his Uncle's enormous body. Now that he was alone, he was really going at it. Flexing every muscle, exploring every crevice, even throwing off his Uncles tank top to get a better look at huge pecs and abs. Having all that size and strength was more intoxicating than he ever could’ve ever imagined! He felt like a damn superhero! Not only that but it was his Uncle’s muscle. His Uncle’s body. The very body he’d been secretly lusting after for years now. And right now it belonged to him.
He was supposed to be using this time to calm himself down but if anything his bulge grew even more prominent to the point where there was a thick firm outline pressing against his Uncle's shorts that was impossible to ignore. There was no way he was gonna miss the opportunity to finally see the cock between his Uncle’s legs.
Tugging down his shorts and briefs, Jake watched with astonishment as Ted’s cock sprung forward in all its fat veiny glory. His heartbeat skyrocketed with excitement as the brand new member between his legs pulsated. It had a shaft that got slightly thicker in the middle and a large mushroom head that began to leak pre-cum. Without even giving it a second thought, Jake wiped up some of the gooey substance and plunged it into his mouth. He could hardly believe he’d just tasted Uncle Ted’s cum with Ted’s own damn tongue!!… and it was delicious. Like an addictive treat that he wanted nothing more than to stuff himself full with.
There were so many thoughts racing through Jake’s mind. So many things he wanted to do with his Uncle’s body. To just kick off his shorts and admire it in its fully naked beauty for a start. To just grip the fat cock and jerk it until he busted his Uncle’s seed all over the cubicle walls. To reach his hands back and explore his Uncle's beefy ass and hole. To just simply admire his gorgeous new face and perfect stubble for hours on end. Unfortunately however, he had to bury those urges for now and get out into the gym. He didn’t wanna take too long and risk his Uncle swapping them back already. After briskly pulling the tank top back over his newly impressive frame and yanking his shorts back up over his cock, Jake exited the cubicle and headed out of the changing rooms with haste. On his way to the gym though Jake couldn’t help but notice how he was even walking with Uncle Ted’s natural swagger.
Ted watched as his body turned the corner onto the gym floor with a gleeful look on it’s face. “That was longer than 3 minutes Jake. I was about to come through and hurry your ass up.” He said with his noodly arms crossed, once again trying to sound stern but still not quite pulling it off with Jake’s youthful voice. “Well now that you look appropriate, let’s get to training.” Little did he know that Jake was actually still hard as a rock right now but had managed to hide it by stuffing his pulsing member under the waistband of his shorts. If Jake lifted up his tank top right now, the tip of his Uncle’s dick would be on full display.
Ted began to lead Jake deeper into the gym. “Now don’t think this’ll be easy just because you’ve got my body.” He warned. “Since I know that my body can handle it, you’ll be lifting heavier weight than you ever have in your body. You won’t be going quite as heavy as I normally while you’re still absorbing the info from my body’s muscle memory. Just to be safe. But I’m confident that with my coaching to guide you along the way, you’ll be lifting my regular weight with proper form before you know it!” Ted seemed very confident and enthusiastic about this method. So much so that Jake began to wonder if Ted had given some of his other clients special body swapping sessions as well?
As it was Monday Ted declared they’d be doing a chest focused session today. He began to show Jake some of the equipment they’d be using and explained a few of the exercises they’d be going through today. Other gym goers could only stare in confusion as they watched what seemed to be this young dude who looked like he’d never before set foot in a gym coaching a buff but also clueless looking 40 year old.
Ted would demonstrate each exercise first, showing the proper form before letting Jake have a turn at it. Jake was in awe as he watched his Uncle struggle with such low weight as he would’ve before but then as he took his turn, he was able to go at least five times heavier with no problem whatsoever! Just the act of being able to lift such heavy weights with his Uncle's beefy arms had his cock bucking in those shorts, though trying his best to hide it of course. Yet despite his incredible strength, Ted still had to correct Jake’s form from time to time.
"Muscle memory or not, your form is a bit off buddy." Ted would say as he patted his former, bulging biceps. “Do it again and I’ll help correct your position.”
Jake laid back down on the bench, grabbing the barbell above exactly as Ted instructed. Then as Jake began to bench press the moderately heavy bar, Ted coached him on how to position his arms, how to control his speed and breathing during each rep and how to safely put the barbell back after each set. He found himself picking it up pretty fast. He supposed his Uncle's muscle memory was working after all.
“Right now just try and remember how all this feels. Soak it up as best you can so you can call on this experience when you’re back in your own body.” Ted explained after finishing a couple sets of bench press himself, the bar significantly lighter for his current body’s inferior strength. “And I’ll try my best to instill your body with some of the basics as well. Those put together should massively accelerate your progress.”
Back in his own body? Hearing those words saddened Jake a little but it couldn’t be helped. He was just on such a massive horny high from getting to be his Uncle. So for now he decided he was just gonna enjoy this incredibly hot power trip while it lasted and try to learn a few things along the way. And that’s exactly what he did! The pair jumped between different machines and equipment until they were both a sweaty mess. They still had two exercises left but Ted had to make a quick trip to the bathroom. He’d told Jake to sit and wait for him but of course, the second Ted was gone, Jake jumped back up and headed across the gym towards some of the many wall mirrors.
It was surreal. There was no other way to describe it. He just couldn’t believe that the face staring back at him in the mirror was actually his Uncle‘s devilishly handsome mug. His beautiful eyes. His perfect stubbly beard. His immaculate silver hair. And right now all of it belonged to him! The face he’d envisioned while masturbating. The biceps he’d always wanted to squeeze. The thighs he’d wished to have his head squashed between. The pecs he’d always wanted to motorboat. It was all his and ready to flaunt. Jake just couldn’t help himself! He had to start flexing and posing starting with a good ol’ double bicep flex.
“Oooh yeah… I’m fuckin huuuge…” Jake muttered to himself. “Bet my nephew wishes he had a bod like this heheh…” He sniggered to himself as he started to bounce his pecs a little. God he loved having a thick chest like this. Feeling the muscle go from soft and pliable to hard and firm with a single flex.
He tried to keep his display somewhat appropriate and not go overboard in front of all these other gym-goers. That certainly proved easier said than done when staring at the way his shorts perfectly hugged his giant thighs. God his uncle’s body was just such a sight to behold. Yet even adoration he felt for his incredible thighs paled in comparison to pure lust he experienced when he turned his back to the mirror and looked over his shoulder. Not only did his back look incredible but his muscle ass was absolutely phenomenal!
The very same ass he’d steal glances at whenever his Uncle’s back turned. The same ass he’d imagined pressing his cock between and fucking into oblivion so many times before. Now it was sitting on HIS backside. He wanted nothing more that the start groping it. To start feverish squeezing those colossal cheeks and eventually slip a hand down into his shorts and press a finger against his Uncle’s hole just to see how tight it was. Buuuuuut doing that in front of a bunch of other dudes at the gym would probably destroy any chance he’d have at his Uncle swapping them again in the future. So he restrained himself.
“I see you couldn’t help yourself huh?” The sound of Jake’s original voice came from across the room. Jake turned to see Ted walking towards him, clearly having seen the display Jake was putting on his borrowed body. Jake was about to apologise but Ted stopped him. “Don’t sweat it. If I were you’d I’d have definitely done the same thing.” He assured with a laugh.
With that the two finished finished their last exercises, both really pushing themselves to their limit. It was tough but by the end of it all they felt great! They downed the remainders of their protein shakes before grabbing their towels and making their way back into the locker rooms. As they did Jake made sure to say nothing about the swap in the blind hope that his uncle wouldn’t swap them back until after they’d changed. Mainly so he’d get the chance to strip off in Uncle Ted’s body. But alas he wasn’t so lucky.
“I can tell you’ve enjoyed yourself in my body but it’s time swap back now bud.” Ted said with his hands on his hips.
Jake sighed a little. “Alright I’m ready. Do… whatever it is you do.”
Ted did exactly that. He closed his eyes, focused his energy and bam! He was out of Jake’s body. Just like before he floated towards Jake before reaching inside and pulling the 22 year old’s soul out of Ted’s 43 year old body before tossing it back into its rightful form. Once that was done, Ted was able to slide effortlessly back into his own skin.
The first thing Ted noticed when he re-entered his body was that his cock was semi hard. Jake must’ve still had a small boner moments before Ted undid the swap. He didn’t say anything about it though, deciding to just brush it off as not to embarrass his nephew. He was just a young lad that was excited to be in such a big strong body like Ted’s was all… right?
Jake on the other hand was a little bummed to be back in his much smaller, average looking body but at least now he had a bunch of new memories to use as jerk off material. Not only that but he could already feel a bit of muscle soreness in his chest and other areas. It felt like Ted did some great work despite having Jake’s weaker body.
“Sooooo are we gonna do that again tomorrow?” Jake asked, trying to sound casual about it.
Ted flexed his pecs a little “Well I can feel a burn in my chest so it seems you did a good job with my body. I don’t see why not as long as you promise to keep working hard like today.”
On the outside Jake kept his cool. “Awesome. Sounds like a plan then Uncle T!” But on the inside he was practically bursting with joy. At that moment he knew to spend every moment of every day from now on looking forward to his gym sessions with Uncle Ted. He was already super excited to work his Uncle’s arms tomorrow and put those thick and powerful biceps to work! Even now he found himself staring at his Uncle’s arms, itching for the chance to grope and flex them again
Little did the two of them know that by using his power, Ted was slowly drawing the attention of one specific Warlock who loves to cause a little mischief…
(Part 2)
~~ Three Weeks Later ~~
By now the duo of Uncle and Nephew had gotten used to their new routine. Every workout day they would meet at the gym, head to locker rooms, and Ted would use his secret powers. Before they knew it, they were piloting each other’s bodies and getting a serious pump on. Jake was always making sure to follow every one of his Uncle’s instructions in an effort to impress. Hoping that as long as he kept up the good work, he’d keep getting the chance to use his Uncle’s hunky body again and again.
Of course being inside Uncle Ted’s body never got old for Jake either. Each time was just as hot and exhilarating as the last and without fail he would always end up getting at least one massive boner with his Uncle’s thick cock. The only downside to it all was that he was never out of Ted’s sight for long enough to truly explore his Uncle’s body. The best he got was when he slipped out of the gym to go to the bathroom when in reality he’d just locked himself in a stall so he could whipped out the thick appendage his Uncle carried between his legs. Taking the chance to admire it and give it a few good pumps while he flexed his muscles. Damn his Uncle for having such good stamina though. It meant the furthest he got was a couple spurts of precum spluttering from the tip (which he lapped up of course) before he had to pull his shorts back up and head back into the gym to avoid any suspicion as to what he might’ve been doing. Still though, he hoped one day he’d get his chance to finish and bust Uncle Ted’s load.
Little did Jake know however that chance might come sooner than he thought.
The last few times Jake and Ted switched, they were unaware of the invisible observer watching over them. It seems the constant use of Ted’s strange abilities had caught the attention of none other than Mr Wavell. A mysterious magical being who took far too much pleasure in meddling with the lives and bodies of men. Body swaps and transformations were his bread and butter. So to see this hunky daddy using own unique power to swap bodies with his horny nephew had certainly piqued the warlock’s interest.
And so he’d become curious enough of this little dynamic going on to observe the pair for a couple of days. Finding it curious how Ted would only switch his soul with his Nephew when they were at the gym so they could workout in each other's bodies. Wavell couldn’t help but find it amusing. These humans were essentially doing his job for him. As such he couldn’t help but wonder how the hell this Ted guy even obtained such a power to begin with?
Ted did seem as though he’d been born in a world of magic like Wavell had been. Wavell would’ve been able to sense it if so. Ted had definitely been born here in this ordinary realm. Was he granted this power by someone? Did he have some sort of contact with a magical item that bestowed it upon him? Or was he really just a normal human from this ordinary world that by some miracle had been naturally born with the power to not only project his soul into astral form but also manipulate others souls as well!? Whatever the case was, Wavell was certainly glad to have stumbled across these two.
Of course Wavell had been very swift to pick up on how the Nephew, Jake, reacted just before and during the switch. He’d peered into the young man’s mind to see just how much excitement he was hiding everytime his Uncle swapped their bodies. But not just the typical excitement of a smaller dude getting to be a total hunk for a while. No, this was something much more. Something Wavell knew very well. Pure unbridled lust. A burning sexual desire for his Uncle’s gorgeous body and adoring absolutely every second he got to spend inside of it.
And so one fateful morning Jake and Ted met at the as they usually did now for yet another arm day. Only this time they had Wavell once again spying over their shoulders. They did their normal locker room and body swap routine before heading onto the gym floor with the curious warlock floating behind them. Wavell couldn’t help but chuckle as he saw Jake, now back inside his Uncle’s body, casually grabbing at his muscles with a giddily smile. Not to mention Jake trying to subtly cover the growing bulge around his crotch. That seemed to be a common issue.
The pair worked hard through their session together. They made sure to give their biceps and triceps an incredible pump throughout the blend of exercises Ted had picked out for them today. Like Always Jake was getting a massive rush while doing different types of curls. Watching the way his borrowed biceps bulged with every rep. Still enamoured by the strength his Uncle’s body carried and how intoxicating it felt to wield.
As he was doing some heavy barbell curls, Jake once again found himself wishing that this didn’t have to end at the gym. Wishing that he could just leave the gym inside Uncle Ted’s body and spend the rest of the day in his body. Truth be told he’d fantasised about running off while Ted wasn’t looking. Dashing out of the gym and finding someplace where Ted wouldn’t be able to find him for just long enough that he could empty his Uncle's fat balls. But he didn’t want to risk pissing off Ted and never getting the chance to swap again. He just wished he could get more out of it.
Luckily for Jake, Wavell was in a wish granting mood.
The warlock hovered above the two men while they went about their workout as he wondered to himself how he was going to cause mayhem. His first thought had been to reach inside Ted and drain his soul of all its magic. It’d been a long time since he’d done that. There was never really any need too honestly. He already had all the power he’d ever need. In the past he’d only ever done it for fun so he could see once powerful beings squirm after being rendered helpless. Usually ending with them offering up their bodies for Wavell to fuck and abuse in any way he pleased in exchange for their magic power back. Like that Doctor Strange guy… Now he had a tight hole.
However, as fun as that could be, Wavell decided to mess with them in a different way. He looked over towards Jake who had just finished doing a few sets of barbell curls. He was about to start removing some of the weights to make the bar liftable for his Uncle suddenly he felt a shock run through his body. Unbeknownst to Jake, Wavell had cast a couple of spells on him to make things a little more interesting…
“Jake? Are you alright?” Ted asked, seeing that Jake had suddenly frozen in place.
Jake shook his head and looked back towards his Uncle. “Oh uhhh yeah… I just felt a bit weird for a second there. Just goosebumps I think.” He said, brushing off the strange feeling with a smile. Blissfully unaware of the gift he’d just been given.
As he got back to pumping iron however, Jake couldn’t help but feel as though something had changed within him. He couldn’t explain it but something just felt different. Every other time he’d swapped with his Uncle there was this distinct feeling of displacement. Like he was somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be. Which made sense being in his Uncle’s older, buffer body. Only now… he suddenly felt comfortable. Instead of feeling like a passenger in Ted’s body, he felt as though he was being embraced by it. Almost like… he belonged.
Soon enough the duo finished up their routine for the day. Jake was bummed yet again to see his time in this body come to an end until their next workout but he’d accepted it by now. Obviously there was no way he’d be able to keep his Uncle’s body… right? They stepped into the locker rooms and looked around a bit to make sure nobody was looking before Ted activated his power, jumping out of Jake’s body and entering the astral plane. Only this time something was very off.
You see whenever Ted projects himself, it doesn’t matter who’s body he’s been inside, his soul always remains looking like a ghostly version of his real body. But not this time. Looking down at his form Ted didn’t see a muscular transparent chest or his boulder-like shoulders. Nope, instead his astral form now looked identical to Jake’s slender body! What the fuck was going on?! In a panic he tried to reach inside his old body to pull Jake’s soul out but it was as though some kind of force field was stopping him.
Wavell laughed as he watched Ted try over and over to pull out Jake’s soul but to no avail. Wavell’s spells had worked like a charm. One of them had altered Jake’s soul, reshaping it to match and fill out his Uncle’s older and more mature body. It seemed that spell had a ripple effect that’d transformed Ted’s soul into an identical copy of his Nephew’s form as well. The second spell however was a protection seal placed around Ted’s former body to stop Jake’s soul from being ripped away from it. Making it next to impossible for Ted to remove Jake from his body. To break such a seal would require an enormous magical prowess of which Ted most certainly didn’t have. Slowly he was beginning to realise that.
“I-is everything alright Uncle Ted? You didn’t swap us back?” Jake questioned with fake concern as he opened one of his eyes to see that he was still in fact standing in Ted’s huge bulky body.
Ted had no choice but to retreat back into Jake’s body for now before responding. “I don’t know…” He said quickly, eyes wide. “S-somethings wrong! I-I-I can’t get your soul out of my body!” He said in a panic. “I’m trying again!” Ted announced before leaping back into astral form. But of course the outcome remained the same. Every time he reached for his real body it was like slamming against a brick wall. Soon enough he realised it was a fruitless effort and resigned himself to Jake’s body for the time being.
Jake was paralysed with a flurry of mixed emotions. On one hand he was filled with an almost unfathomable level of glee and excitement. Every instinct was telling him to start jumping for joy at the possibility of being stuck in this gorgeous body he loved so much. But on the other hand his Uncle was starting to freak out a little, leaning his back against the lockers before sliding down to the floor in defeat. He felt bad for Uncle Ted and even a little guilty. After all he was now being faced with the reality that he might never get his real body back.
“I don’t understand… I’ve done this hundreds and hundreds of times. I’ve been in so many bodies. So many people have been in mine. And for much longer than this!! So why!??…” Ted clutched his head in both fear and frustration.
“I have… no idea. I don’t even know how you do that crazy soul projection thing…” Jake said, not sure quite exactly how to react. So instead he just said the first thing that came to mind. “Maybe this is a sign.” Jake’s words caused Ted to look up with a questioning expression as his former face cracked a tiny grin. “You know? Like a sign from the universe. What if maybe… these were always meant to be our real bodies?!” He suggested while running a hand down his muscular frame. “Like fate or something…” Jake tried so desperately to hide the giddy look that was slowly starting to form as hefted his pecs a little.
At this point Ted just didn’t know how to respond. He was a total wreck and he figured Jake would be as well at the prospect of being stuck in an older body. And yet It didn’t seem like his Nephew was bothered in the slightest at the thought of staying like this. If anything he looked his face was already starting to betray him with a look of excitement at the idea of keeping all that hard earned muscle Ted had built for himself. He wanted to be furious at his nephew for acting this way. He wanted to scream and shout at him to take this seriously. But the words just didn’t come out. Would that have even been fair? After all it was Ted’s own power that’d seemingly got them into this mess. And if the roles were reversed then wouldn’t he have loved to be stuck in a bigger body than his own?… He lost his train of thought however at the sound of retreating footsteps.
“Oi! Where are you going?” Ted asked as he watched Jake sauntering away through the locker room.
“What does it look like? I’m going to get my gym bag.” Jake replied as he marched towards the staff area where Ted’s locker was.
Ted was quick to pick himself up off the floor after seeing Jake turn a corner. He caught back up with his former muscular body just as Jake reached Ted’s locker, pulling out the key from Ted’s shorts and opening it to grab the gym bag inside.
“N-No, that’s my gym bag. What’re you doing??”
“Not anymore by the looks of it. This bag belongs to Ted Parrish and that’s me.” A devilish smirk spread across Jake’s new face as he pointed at the name tag on the bag and then back at his handsome mature face. The lust and excitement for his current body coupled with his intense desire to keep it swiftly began to overpower any empathy he’d had for his Uncle. “Besides it’s not like the clothes in here would fit you now anyway. They’re for a big man like me.” He teased before flexing one of his biceps.
Ted couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was his Nephew really that content with just stealing his body and life?! Just like that?!? But then it started to dawn on him. All the times he’d seen Jake squeezing his muscles in that body. All the times he couldn’t stop staring at his reflection in the gym mirror. All the times when they swapped back only for Ted to find his dick half hard and his underwear stained with a small patch of pre-cum. Of course! How didn’t he see it sooner! Jake didn’t just admire his body! He was in love with it!! Every time they swapped must’ve been like a sexual fantasy come true for him. He didn’t even know Jake was gay but now it all made sense.
“Right well since we’re stuck like this I might as well head home to your place. Although I guess I should say my place now right?” Jake taunted while flashing his Uncle with his own pearly white grin “And you know what? Instead of jumping straight in the shower, I think I’ll just lounge around in these sweaty gym clothes of mine for a while. You know… so I bask in my new musk for a little while longer and get used to my new manly scent.” Jake lifted an armpit before taking a deep whiff of his Uncle’s sweaty aroma. “Fuuuck that’s good!” He roared with excitement, his bulge suddenly became painfully obvious in that moment. Jake didn’t even bother trying to hide it anymore. “Well I guess I’ll see ya on Thursday for back and shoulders. Assuming you still wanna whip that new body of yours into shape anyway.” He teased with a wink before patting Ted on the shoulder and pushing past.
Ted could do nothing but watch as his own nephew sauntered away in all his sweaty, muscular glory. Stealing the body Ted had spent decades crafting and maintaining. Stealing the very life Ted had built for himself. And there was nothing Ted could do but sit and watch as the thick muscle butt he used to own bounced with every step Jake took. Not being able to help getting a semi with his now much smaller dick at the sight.
With that Ted was left with his thoughts. Should he be angry about this? Should he be happy? After all he might’ve lost his years worth of muscle but on the other hand he was also 21 years younger now. That’d be more than enough time to build it back up. But then again he now had to live a completely different life. The life of his Nephew no less. Oh god… that meant that his brother was gonna be his dad now. That was no doubt gonna be weird as fuck.
For now perhaps it was best to just head to his Nephew's house and clear his head about the whole situation. Especially since Jake seemed to be having no problem doing the same.
He pulled himself up off the floor and grabbed Jake’s locker key out of his pocket. He swung open the locker and grabbed Jake’s bag along with whatever else Jake had sitting in there. But before he left he decided to have a quick peek rummage through Jake’s bag to see if he’d brought spare clothes to change into.
As expected Ted found a set of Jake’s normal clothes on top. What he didn’t expect to find however was one of his own tank tops hidden underneath it all! It went missing about a week ago and they assumed someone must’ve picked it by mistake. But as it turned out Jake swiped it while Ted wasn’t looking and stashed it in his bag. Not only that but there was also a pair of Ted’s dirty gym socks stashed away in there as well that’d also gone missing. Fucking hell. If what Jake had said earlier was anything to go by, Ted had no doubt his nephew had been burying his nose into these while jerking off.
If that wasn’t proof that Jake was obsessed with him then he didn't know what was. It was creepy to say the least. And yet… for some ungodly reason… Ted found himself sniffing the very same socks and tank top that his very own nephew had stolen from him.
Meanwhile Jake found himself strolling down the road with a spring in his step before deciding to have a look on his Uncle’s phone out of curiosity. He stuffed a hand into his Uncle’s bag and pulled out his phone before unlocking it with Face ID. What he found there was rather eye opening to say the least.
His pictures didn't seem like anything too special at first. Just a lot of pictures Ted had taken of himself as progress pics mainly with a few other ones thrown in there. It was only when he started snooping through his Uncle’s texts with his now ex-wife that things got interesting to say the least. After looking back and skimming over some of their old conversations he discovered that Ted had actually been cheating on her with another man called Micheal! Lo and Behold after returning to chats, one of Ted’s most recent chats was to a guy named Micheal Robby. In that chat he found a bunch of lovey dovey messages between the two. Who knew that all this time his Uncle was actually gay and had a boyfriend on the DL!?
If anything this interesting development had only made things even better. He’d already been planning on hooking up with men in this hot new body anyway but now he’s got a boyfriend to fuck instead! And judging by some of the photos they’d sent from time to time, Uncle Ted had impeccable taste.
Micheal was a furry dude with a cute bearded face that Jake just wanted to plant kisses all over. Before though, this guy would’ve been considered way older than Jake. After some digging through Ted’s phone, Jake found that his new boyfriend was 35, over a decade older than his original body. That in mind he still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he was the older one in the relationship with his Uncle’s 43 year old body. Fuck it was hot though. He just wanted to use his newfound strength to pin this Micheal to a wall before exploring that cute body of his.
The feeling that washed over him when he first stepped inside the house was something else. Sure he’d been round his Uncle’s place a bunch of times in the past to hang out with (and steal the occasional pair of underwear from) Uncle Ted. Now though, knowing that it all belonged to him gave it a totally different feel. Everything his Uncle owned belonged to him now. His body, his money, his property, even his… job. Oh Fuck.
A glaring flaw in all this suddenly became apparent. Jake had no fucking clue how to run his Uncle’s life. Sure he had the looks and some of the attitude but that was it. There was no way in hell he was gonna be able to do his Uncle’s job of being a personal trainer at the gym without fucking it up and losing all the clients somehow!
It was safe to say that Jake’s rose coloured glasses had finally cracked. At last he was starting to see the negatives to this seemingly permanent swap. He was even starting to panic a little. He didn’t allow it consume him though, instead opting to take a deep breath before grabbing a beer from the fridge and sitting on the couch to think things through.
He could try looking through all his Uncle’s messages and emails to gain as much information as possible and perhaps try to piece his life together bit by bit… but that could take forever. By the time he had a decent enough grasp on Ted’s life, it might’ve already fallen apart anyway? Besides, he didn't even know any of his Uncle’s passwords. The only reason he could get onto the phone was due to Face ID. He’d have to hope his Uncle had written his passwords somewhere in his phone or in a notepad somewhere otherwise he’d have to try and pry the information out of Ted himself.
He grumbled in annoyance before downing the rest of his beer. Why couldn’t whatever locked him inside his Uncle’s body have given him some memories to help?! Would that've been so hard?! He was grateful to the universe or whatever had allowed him to keep this hulking sex dream of a body but it was starting to feel like a double edged sword with all things considered.
He needed to calm down. Jake took another deep breath before ripping off his tank top to reveal his hot sweaty torso in all its glory. He closed his eyes and began playing with his thick meaty pecs. Squeezing and groping them generously as his head rested back against the couch.
“Mmmmmmmmm… that’s the stuff…” He hummed in satisfaction to himself. Having this hot body was the only thing keeping him sane right now. Who knew that huge muscle tits made such great stress balls to calm your nerves? He started to wonder if squeezing his Uncle’s bubbly ass cheeks would have the same calming effect…
Unbeknownst to Jake however, the invisible stalker that caused all this had still been watching him. And he was certainly enjoying the pec worshipping show Jake was putting on right now. Buuuut the man did have a point. Without Ted’s memories he was probably gonna fuck up his new life within a week or so minimum. Of course Wavell COULD just zap all of Ted’s memories into his head right now but where would the fun be in that? He was still gonna give them to Jake but had a far more entertaining idea in mind for depositing them…
———
In an instant Wavell teleported himself away into a car park outside a local shop. He swiftly surveyed the area until he spotted just the man he was looking for. Micheal Robby. He’d seen the picture of Micheal on Ted’s phone when Jake was swiping through the photos and he knew the man’s full name. That alone made it scarily easy for Wavell to pinpoint Micheal’s location. The man had just finished packing some shopping into his car before jumping into the drivers seat. He was about to press the key into the ignition when he jumped out of skin to see a strange suited man suddenly sitting in the passenger seat beside him.
As you’d expect Micheal began screaming and shouting in shock, demanding why the older suited man was in his car. However his screams were silenced and replaced by a confused groan as Wavell grabbed Micheal’s bulge and cast a spell on his nuts. Or rather he placed a spell inside them. Micheal’s ball’s swelled to the size of heavy bull nuts as they filled with Ted’s memories. Now all Micheal had to do was deposit his next load inside Jake and the latter would gain all the memories from Ted’s life that he’d ever need.
Now of course it could be fun for Wavell to simply leave it here and see if this one time magical load actually gets where it needs to go. Buuuut he just couldn’t help himself. He loves to get in on the action and doesn’t like seeing a good spell go to waste.
“FUCK MAN!? WHAT DID YO-” Micheal was cut off as in an instant Wavell’s body dissolved into a smoke-like entity before swirling around Micheal and entering his body through every orifice. Within seconds Micheal had lost control of his entire body as Wavell’s mind and soul dominated every part of it. It didn’t take more than about 10 seconds for the Warlock to completely take over.
There was a moment of silence as ‘Micheal’ held his eyes closed, focusing himself before opening them back up, a purple glow glazing over them. “Ummmff… Yessss…” Wavell grumbled as he looked down at his stolen body. “Good fit.” He muttered while running his hands along his body a little, immediately feeling the thick coat of body hair hiding beneath Micheal’s shirt. “Sorry my cute hairy friend but your Boyfriend needs our help.” He smirked as he checked out his reflection in the rear view mirror. “Let’s just say Ted is having a hard time being himself right now so you’re gonna help me, help him.” Wavell reached into his pocket and pulled out Micheal’s phone before texting ‘Ted’ to let him know that he was coming round for the evening. The real Micheal was still conscious through all this, though now he was just a passenger in his own body until Wavell was done with him.
“Ah fuck. I’ll have to drive…” The warlock sighed. Unfortunately Wavell wasn't able to use any of his usual magic when possessing another vessel hence why he cast that spell into Micheal’s balls beforehand. It wasn’t a massive deal, only this now meant he couldn’t teleport straight back to Jake. Oh well. He couldn’t be bothered to unpossess Micheal now that he was inside. So he just slotted the keys into the car ignition and started the engine. Might be fun to travel somewhere normally for once.
On the ride there he got a message back.
- Can’t wait to see you babe! Have been feeling a little off today but I bet seeing you will help me feel much better -
Wavell couldn’t help but find it amusing. Jake had just been all worried about figuring out his Uncle’s life and yet he still couldn’t help but try to get in his new boyfriend's pants anyway. Not that he was complaining.
———
Jake was sat on the couch, watching some football like his Uncle would in an effort to clear his mind. In that time he’d stripped down to nothing, being sat bare naked and slowly pumping his thick python of a member in the process. For now he was just trying not to think too hard about how he was gonna pull all this off and instead just tried to enjoy the moment. Watching sport and drinking beer while imitating the way his Uncle spoke just to make him hornier. He didn’t think he’d ever get over hearing Uncle Ted’s voice escape his own lips. Every time he spoke he wished he could just fuck his own mouth. That thought alone led him to wonder if Ted’s body was flexible enough to give itself a blowjob. His dick was pretty huge so that kinda gave him an advantage…
But before Jake had the chance to turn himself into a pretzel in an effort to suck himself off, Micheal sent him another text saying that he’d now parked up outside. Jake couldn’t help but feel even more excited. He didn’t even have a chance to respond to messages before he heard the sound of a key turning in the front door.
“Micheal?! Is that you?!” Jake shouted from the couch as the front door creaked open, half considering if he should jump up and quickly pull Uncle Ted’s underwear back on.
“Yup! Just me babe!” Wavell reassured, perfectly imitating the way Micheal spoke, not that Jake would know the difference. He closed the door and kicked off Micheals shoes before heading straight into the living room. “So. You said you weren’t feeling like yourself? What’s got you— oh” He stopped short upon turning the corner and seeing Jake in all of Ted’s beefy daddy glory. Nude and sweaty with a fat pulsing erection. “Looks like you were way ahead of me…” Wavell smirked
Jake jumped up from the couch and swaggered over towards Wavell, cock bobbing up and down as he did. “Just seeing your face is helping me feel better already.” There was a lot of truth in that. Sure he was worried about taking over Ted’s life but he couldn't help feeling that having a hot, sweet looking guy like Micheal stood beside who he’ll keep his head on straight. With that he leaned in for a deep sensual kiss that was swiftly reciprocated by Wavell, loving how his stache and stubble rubbed against his new partner's beard.
The kiss started out sweet and loving but gradually became more lustful and even animalistic from both ends. It didn’t take long for Jake to start ripping off Wavell’s clothes piece by piece in a desperate attempt to see the hairy body hidden beneath. All the while Wavell is gripping at Jake’s bulging arms, pinching his nipples and teasing his already leaking cock. Before long Jake was tugging down Wavell’s shorts and even the cozy white jockstrap that had been cradling his junk. Finally he could get a good look at his new boyfriend for all that he was.
Micheal’s body had some good, sizable muscle that was balanced out by a healthy amount of chub spread across his to pad it out making him look that much more huggable. He wasn’t nearly as jacked as Ted but he still had a good ‘muscle otter’ look going for him. As such the fur that covered his frame looked and felt incredible. Jake already smell the faint underarm scent wafting from ‘Micheal’s’ pits. What was surprising though was that Micheal’s cock was just as impressive as Ted’s! They were both bigger than average in both length and girth. Though it seemed Ted had the advantage when it came to girth while Micheal’s won in regards to length. That said, Jake couldn’t help but notice how Micheal’s balls were. They were fucking enormous! Much bigger than his Uncle Ted’s surprisingly.
The pair smiled and laughed when they noticed they’d both been momentarily hypnotised by one another’s dicks before returning to their make out. It certainly didn’t take long for Wavell to lift up Jake’s arm and dive his nose into the man’s pits. “Mmm you were definitely working hard in the gym today… fuuuuuuuck.” he mumbled between breaths. Jake just loved seeing how Wavell enjoyed the scent of Ted’s body as much as he did. But Jake needed to get a whiff of his boyfriend as well. When he was finally able to pull Wavell away from his own sweaty pits, Jake pressed his nose against the hairy and musky pits Wavell had stolen. The smell was different for sure but just as addicting with him swapping between both pits and even lapping up the sweat in a horny frenzy. All before finally moving back up towards Wavell’s face to kiss those beautiful bearded lips again.
Jake was already thinking of how he was gonna throw Wavell over his shoulder and carry him to the bedroom before destroying that cute, pudgy jock butt he’d been groping. Before he could put that plan into action though, Jake found himself suddenly being manhandled by the smaller man and pressed against the wall in a whirlwind of desire. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. You know I can never stop thinking about your sexy muscle ass daddy.” Wavell murmured into Jake’s ear while peering into Micheal’s memories a little.
Jake on the other hand was taken aback. In his mind he’d imagined his Uncle being the more dominant one. Perhaps because he was bigger and older? And yet the idea of being submissive in his Uncles huge hunky body sounded so fucking alluring at the same time. Just knowing he was physically stronger than the man dominating him but wanting nothing more to submit anyway… fuuuck. It was making him even harder than the thought of topping had. Was this how Uncle Ted felt with Micheal? The idea of his Uncle secretly being a muscle bottom this whole time was sending Jake through a horny storm of emotions he couldn’t even begin to comprehend right now. And not to mention being called daddy just now! It felt odd but so right at the same time… he fucking loved it!
Jake could feel Wavell’s fat member sliding up and down between his ass while Wavell planted kisses all down his neck and back. Slowly but surely making his way down the sculpted muscle until his kisses reached that perky round muscle butt. Such a sight to behold. Wavell grabbed onto both cheeks with a lustful fuelled vigour before diving his borrowed face between them. It wasn’t long before Jake was moaning blissfully as his hole was attacked by a very enthusiastic tongue that was eager to taste him. Jake even found himself pushing his hips back a little, pressing his ass further into his lover's face while his hole was devoured and explored. He even went so far as to reach a powerful hand back to grab Wavell’s head and press his face as deep as it could go. Of which was swiftly met with satisfied grunts.
Once Wavell had finished feasting, he decided it was time they got onto the real thing. “Bed or couch?” He asked with a smirk.
“Wherever you want me babe.” Jake responded, looking down and over his shoulder.
“Oh really? Because I could take you against this wall right now.” Wavell began to tease a little, standing up before pressing the tip of his cock against Jake’s wet hole.
The older hunk chuckled, slightly considering the idea for a second before deciding on a more comfortable option. “Fine. Bed it is.”
“Then let’s move it daddy.” Wavell grinned as he gave Jake’s ass a hard slap that was bound to leave a mark.
Within moments the two found themselves stumbling and kissing into the bedroom before falling into bed together. It didn’t take long for Jake to have his legs spread and up in the air before resting them softly on Wavell’s shoulders as he positioned his meaty dick before the dad hole on display. The room was filled with cries of pleasure and joy as Wavell plowed into Jake's welcoming entrance, the latter taking note of just how easily Wavell’s borrowed cock slid in and out. As if Uncle Ted’s hole had already been stretched by it so many times before. Well that all but confirmed the muscle bottom theory he’d had.
As much as he’d imagined using his Uncle’s cock to ruin Micheal’s ass, he was more than happy to just let this man use his hole in anyway he wanted. The more they got into it, constantly changing positions, the more Jake fell in love with getting his muscle butt fucked. No wonder his Uncle had loved this! He could hardly stop the deep sexual moans from escaping his lips while happily having his ass railed hard and deep. Only being able to form words when he was begging Wavell to unload inside him. However it was only when they were fucking doggy style in a hot and sweaty mess of male lust and passion was Wavell finally ready to give Jake what he wanted.
Wavell pumped down into the large muscle daddy beneath him, loving how Jake’s stolen ass jiggled at every thrust. Jake let out a long needy groan with his Uncle’s gravelly baritone. Just hearing that voice moan as his own almost made him jizz right then and there. He wasn’t going to last much longer. “Ooh fuck yeah! Come one! Breed daddy’s hole!” Jake shouted through gritted teeth as Wavell made sure to get balls deep. “FUUUU-MMMMFF!-” He was cut off part way through cursing as Wavell reached around a slapped a hand over Jake’s mouth. “MMMMMPFFF!… Mmmmmh… Mmmmfff…”
Wavell could feel the pressure in his nuts starting to rise along with a distinctly magical tingling sensation. The spell was preparing itself. Though Jake couldn’t see it, Wavell’s balls had begun to glow while continuing to smack against that perfectly sculpted bubble ass. Along with Jake’s previous prompts and his own animalistic urge to breed growing by the second, Wavell was finally ready. His bull balls lurched, pumping his seed up towards his cock. There was one last prolonged thrust before his eyes rolled and…
“OHHH GODDDDD! Wavell roared with an eruption of thick milky white fluid drenching Jake’s insides.
Jake loved how full his hole felt, moaning loudly as Wavell finally let go of his mouth. However the magic glow that had emanated from Wavell’s balls was now shining inside the stuffed hole. The spell had been planted and was now beginning to activate. The cum worked its way deeper inside and strangely and began absorbing into Jake’s body in a purely magical form.
Jake’s head felt dizzy for a moment. He had no idea why until suddenly years and years worth of memories flooded his mind. Ted’s memories! He remembered how Ted met his ex-wife but shortly after getting married began going out and cheating on her with other men. Seeing and remembering each and every time Ted got his ass creamed in secret. Then years down the line eventually meeting Micheal and splitting from his ex-wife after she found them in bed together with Micheal’s cock deep down Ted’s throat. Ever since they’d kept things pretty quiet as Ted was worried how his family would react.
Alongside those he got memories from all other aspects of Ted’s life. Some of his childhood, his friends and, most helpful right now, memories and know-how on Ted’s job as a personal trainer and part owner at the gym. Recalling all of Ted’s knowledge on exercise, fitness, nutrition and how to pass that onto his clients. Not to mention all the business expertise Ted had picked up while helping to manage the gym and its staff.
The process took some time to complete and as such Jake was left lying idly on the bed as the memories transplanted themselves. As the spell did its work, Wavell had managed to roll Jake onto his back and left him staring at the ceiling with his mouth hanging slightly agape while his cock bucked and leaked.
The warlock knew everything would run smoothly from this point onwards and could’ve easily unpossessed Micheal’s body in that moment… buuut he decided to stay inside this hot, hairy body just a tad bit longer so he could finish what they’d started. He crawled on-top of Jake, who was still processing all the memories bombarding his mind, before planting a few soft kisses along his shaft. He eagerly licked up all the seed that’d leaked from it during all that prostate stimulation. The warlock wanted to tease it a little more but at the same time he was getting so damn hungry and impatient that he decided to forego the teasing and just wrap his lips around the tip. Sliding down and sucking on the gorgeous juicy member with extreme vigour and haste.
Jake was already close to the edge as it was. He knew he was gonna bust any second but he wasn’t able to fully focus until the last of Uncle Ted’s memories had settled in place. Once they had, he finally came back around to see his sexy new boyfriend’s head bobbing up and down on his dick. He immediately grabbed the back of Wavell’s head and pressed it as far down on his shaft as he could, pushing his cock down the eager throat of the man who’d just bred his ass. Then with one massive roar of pleasure, Jake shot his Uncle’s load at last. It was heavy but Wavell had no issue gulping and gobbling down with greed.
“Mmmm nothing tastes better than your cum after filling up that sexy ass of yours.” Wavell leaned in and kissed Jake sweetly. “Speaking of, let me go grab you a towel.” He smiled sweetly before jumping off the bed and heading into the bathroom.
Once the door was closed, a smoky mist emerged from Micheal’s body as Wavell finally let him go. Micheal of course was about to begin screaming and shouting but as Wavell flicked his wrist, the hairy otter of a man found himself unable to speak. “Oh I do love having my power back.” Wavell hummed whimsically.
After that the warlock told Micheal to keep quiet about this and that if he started freaking out and telling people what had happened here tonight then he would come back and steal Micheal’s body for good next time. Of course that was a bluff. Wavell wouldn’t dream of giving up his power permanently. Besides, a normal human body wouldn’t be able to house his soul for much longer than a week or so before problems began to arise. But that wasn’t important right now. Alternatively he could just erase Micheal’s memories of everything but this way was far more amusing. So instead he just told Micheal to keep being a good boyfriend to Ted as he’d recently gone through some ‘changes’ and it’d be good for him to have a nice man by his side to love and be intimate with. “Oh and look. bonus! Your balls are still huge even after releasing the spell. That means you’ll be churning out giant bull loads for the rest of your life by the looks of it! I guess you can think of it as compensation for the temporary use of your body.”
Jake on the other hand now laid on the bed with an ecstatic grin plastered across his new face. All his fear from before about taking over Ted’s life had vanished in the blink of an eye. He had no idea how the hell it had happened but after gaining those memories there was no doubt he could pass for the real Ted through and through! He flexed his bulging biceps with glee and bounced his pecs again. Fuck that was never gonna get old. He then turned his head to see Ted’s mature face reflected back at him in the small mirror on the bedside table yet again. That was him now. He wasn’t Jake anymore.
“Fuuuck yeah I’m Ted!” The new Ted moaned aloud. “Ted fuckin Parrish! This huge hulking body, this sexy face and that perfect boyfriend is all mine! Forever!!”
~~ One Week Later ~~
The new Ted had perfectly slipped into his new life. He was able to act and sound just as everyone remembered while loving every second of it. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d jerked himself off in the gym showers after a training session with a client. Always thinking about how much he loved being looked up to by these people as a pillar of masculinity to look up to and fawn over. All while groping at his buff body as always. Of course he made absolutely sure to keep up with working out as well since there was no way in hell he was gonna let a godly body like this slip away.
He noticed how Micheal acted a bit weird around him for the first couple days after they fucked on that first night. He wouldn’t say what it was but whatever it had been, he seemed to be getting over it now. In fact he was overjoyed when Ted asked him to finally move in as well, saying how he didn’t want to keep their relationship a secret anymore and was ready to tell his family about them. Let’s just say that Ted got some very passionate love from Micheal that night and a sore asshole the next morning.
Strangely enough though it seems that, in the past, original Ted must’ve used his power to swap him and Micheal from time to time to spice things up. Ted only knew this as Micheal suggested they do it one night so he had to lie through his teeth and say his powers had been acting strange recently and he couldn’t get them to work right. Of course in reality he just didn’t have access to them as they still resided inside the soul of original Ted who was currently struggling to live the life of Jake without any new memories. Mr Wavell noticed this though as he’d still been silently observing the pair. Perhaps it couldn’t hurt for him to transfer those powers from the old Ted’s soul into the new one. By all rights they should be his powers now after all.
All that said however, the new and improved Ted was happier than ever. Sure he might’ve lost some youth but this new life and body was more than enough to make up for it in his eyes. Now whenever he looked in the mirror, the words average or ordinary weren’t even a thought that came to mind because he knew now that without a doubt he was an extraordinary muscle daddy and wasn’t gonna a second of this new life he’d been gifted.
A few months ago, I had been excited to receive an internship at Stuprum Financial. I don't know what I expected... fetching coffee, delivering mail, maybe getting a special project or something? Instead, I've spent the entire time doing data entry work, taking numbers from one spreadsheet and typing them into another one. It was the sort of mind-numbing busywork that could have been automated, if the owners had been willing to pay the money to make it happen. But they were too cheap to hire programmers, so here I am. If it hadn't been for my boss, I would have quit after the first day.
Not that he's a good boss, mind you-- Landon is a complete asshole, as a matter of fact. But the man is amazing eye candy, and I'm getting paid to sit at a cubical with direct line of sight into his office. He's the sort of dominant alpha who pretends that weaker men like me don't even exist. I should probably be angry that my boss barely gives me the time of day, but it means that I can stare at him for hours and he never seems to notice. It helps that he's too busy getting his dick wet as much as possible.
He's fucked all of the female interns at least once, though I know he has his favorites. There's no way any competent manager would have kept Miranda as an employee unless they were getting something else out of the deal, and Landon was definitely getting full access to what were... at least D cups? I'm a gay man, I don't know how to estimate cup sizes. I just know I have to fix all of Miranda's mistakes while she's getting railed during her 'private mentoring' sessions. The man is insatiable-- when he's not fucking a coworker, he's masturbating under his desk. I don't know when he finds time to get any work done, but that's not my problem.
Friday is one of his busier days-- the owners leave early, which means he doesn't have to be as stealthy while he fucks the women who work under him. He's got it down to a science by now-- one after lunch, and another one right before we leave for the day. So you can imagine my surprise when he called me into his office at the end of the day instead.
"You wanted to see... me... sir?" I said, my words trailing off as I walked in to see my boss standing in his office, with his shirt pulled apart to reveal his hairy chest. "Sir, what are you--"
"Shut the door behind you," he barked. "I've seen the way that you look at me, Bobby. Did you think I wouldn't notice?" To my shock, he started removing more of his clothes. "Honestly, I'm a bit flattered. And I thought, why not reward you with something you'd want?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this some sort of trap? Was he actually bisexual? I didn't know and I didn't care. I kicked off my shoes and started pulling at my tie with a shaky hand.
He leaned in, close enough for me to be able to smell his musk. "You'd do anything to have this body, wouldn't you? Well, you're in luck. Make me an offer." God, hearing his voice whispering into my ear turned me on in the worst way.
"Can-- can I suck you off?" I blurted out.
Landon briefly smiled at me before placing his hand on my shoulder and shoving me to my knees. "I accept your terms," he said. "First you suck me off, and then you can have this body." His hand slipped down to his waistband, unleashing the thickest eight inches of manhood I had ever seen.
I was quite the cocksucker in college, but this dick was almost too much for even me to handle. It took all of my concentration to avoid gagging, especially once he grabbed my head and started thrusting. He was clearly focused on speed, and it didn't take long before his salty load hit the back of my throat. I was licking the excess off of his shaft when my vision started to blur.
"It's like I said. You suck me off, and then you can have my body." The speaker was high-pitched and a bit nasally... but also really familiar, somehow. I shook my head, trying to get my eyes to focus again. Someone who could have been my twin was kneeling in front of me, while I... my arms were massive now, and a quick grope of my body confirmed the presence of chest hair that I'd never been able to grow before. Had we switched bodies? But that was impossible! I looked over to the small mirror on my boss's desk, only to find his face staring back at me.
"Congratulations," my old body said. "You are now Landon Wagner. And now I'm Bobby Fischer. The next few days might have a bit of a learning curve, but I'm sure you'll get over it."
My hand started absentmindedly playing with my nipples as I tried to process what was happening. "I don't... I don't understand. You're probably the sexiest man I've ever met in real life." I could feel the excitement building in my chest, but life was never this kind to me. There had to be some sort of catch. "Why would you want to... are you really just giving all of this away?"
My former boss just shrugged. "That's right, Bobby. I mean, Landon. Get used to your new life, because I am not switching back."
Something about his calm tone of voice was making me start to panic. "My life sucks, why would you want mine? Look, I'm honored, sir, but I... I don't know the first thing about being you." I didn't know what the catch was, yes, but there was no way it was worth it. "This is-- no, we have to switch back. Switch us back!"
"Oh, God no," he said, pausing to stare at me as he started putting his clothes back on. "I'm Bobby Fischer, the stand-out intern who's about to get an offer for permanent employment. And when my bosses figure out that my work is high quality, as if I have decades of experience? Shit, I'll be climbing that ladder in no time. Sure, I'll have to start over at the gym, but that's nothing I can't handle.
"Meanwhile, you? C'mon, Landon, did you really think you could fuck all of the interns without HR noticing?" He started laughing at me as a wave of sickening nausea ran through my body. "You weren't getting away with it, they were just building a case against you. Shit-- your ass is grass. Gotta learn how to keep it in your pants, bro! You let the thrill of the chase get to your head, and now you're about to lose it all. They're gonna fire you, Landon. It's not an 'if', it's a 'when'."
I collapsed to the floor, trying to process everything that was happening to me. I finally got to mess around with my hot boss-- I got to become my hot boss-- only now I was stuck with his shitty life? I would be stuck dealing with his fallout while he gets to take my clean reputation and bail out without any consequences. Well, other than the consequence of trying to make something positive out of my own shitty life, I guess.
All I could do was watch as the new Bobby Fischer walked out of my new office, leaving me alone and half naked on the floor.
So, this is me now. Becoming my toxic alpha bro boss was... not something I would have planned, but hey-- it could be worse, right? Honestly, I'm still not sure which of us ended up with the short end of the stick. He's definitely got a higher ceiling for success-- but that's only if he can get promoted all of the way back up. I'm sure that would be a ton of money... but until then, he's only getting a junior salary, and he's stuck in my body to boot. Regaining the muscles he used to have takes time, and he's stuck with that baby face no matter what he does.
Meanwhile... yeah, I may be blacklisted from every reputable business in town, but just look at me. Look at this body! I'm sure I'll be able to make a ton of money on OnlyFans. Hell, if I can play my cards right, I might be able to make the jump over to adult films! It's not a life-changing amount of money but it's certainly more than I was making before. So what if I gained twenty plus years overnight, I gained 50 pounds of muscle and traded my crappy apartment out for my own condo unit! I'm sure I can make this work. I... I've got to make this work. I don't have any other choice.
Even though it was a minority of the population affected by the great shift. There is no denying that every single person that lived in the world was affected by it. My travel to know some of the people swapped has opened my eyes regarding religion, tolerance and perception of one destiny. However, all the philosophical questions come to a second term. At the end, we are living creatures trying to live the best that we can. A new body is a new opportunity to start fresh. The possibilities are unlimited. That is what I am trying to understand as I arrive at my new destination, Los Angeles.
Tales from LA
My first stop of the day took me to Beverly Hills, the mansions were enormous and there is where I met Dash. He was now in the body of one of the greatest celebrities out there. I will say that many people would have loved to be swapped with Ryan Gosling. But it seems that Dash, the new Ryan, hated his new reality, at least at the beginning. The first thing that Dash did was retire Ryan from the spotlight. With all the millions that he had now in his bank account, he just retired. From what he told me, he now passes his time going to social events, and playing videogames. Some people would say that he is wasting the life that he was given. The new Ryan told me that he doesn’t care about what people may think. It is his life, it is his body, so the only important thing for him is that he is happy with what he is doing with his new flesh.
My second stop was far from the big mansions. I met this guy near a very sketchy part of the city. He didn’t want to talk about his former life. No, he just wanted to focus on his new body. At the end, all his documents say that he is Forrest Johnson, a former decorated policeman in LA. So, in his words “who cares about the past”. However, he was also not interested in continuing all the things that the former owner of his body had built. No, he was more interested in using his new “assets” to make easy money as fast as he could. That is why he opened a Only Fans accounts. People in the government will say that the new Forest is wasting his life, the hundreds of Forest new clients, will differ to that assessment. Well, only time would say if the change in carreer that new Forrest took was the right one.
But my third stop confirmed my biggest fear. From my perspective, most of the people don’t know how to take advantage of their new lives or bodies. I met Carl at a construction site. In his previous body he was a laborer and, during the great shift, he ended up inside the flesh of an entrepreneur. The real Carl was the owner of an app for the trade of cryptocurrencies. He was loaded. Carl could have lived a life of luxuries or learned how to be the leader in the company that he now possessed. At the end of the day, the real Carl was declared missing so he had a clear path going forward. But, what did this man do? He donated all his fortune and returned to be a laborer. He is clearly happy and he obviously enjoys the new muscles that came with his new flesh. But I don’t know, If I was in his place I would have taken a completely different path.
The last of my stops in the big Orange took me to a college campus. That is where I met the new Aiden. He was one of the Janitors in a nearby high school and, during the great shift, he ended up inside one of the college football players. From day one, he has been training hard to keep his body on the required level. He had not missed a single practice day. He has become a better player than what the real Aiden ever was. Before Aiden had no chance to be drafted in a professional team, now he has a shot to get into the NFL. For me, Aiden represents what switching bodies is all about. Take all the things of your inherited life and build something great with it. That is what Aiden is achieving. That is what I also strive to do with the body that was gifted to me.
"I will be waiting inside the car," The Arab prince said. He was now just a puppet for the Alien Master, his pretty head was filled inside with alien slime.
The Alien Master liked the Arab Prince so much that he switched his original form from my stepbrother's body to the Prince. My job today was simple and easy, all I had to do was help put some alien slime inside my hot coworkers... Of course, I'm being ironic, I was very nervous about the whole thing.
The company I worked for was mostly made up of Middle Eastern men and all of them were very hot. I was one of the few with European descent, and it was torture for a gay guy like me to work with such fine specimens.
Typically, the Alien needs to assimilate a brain per day, sometimes two. However, today he expressed his desire to assimilate every person at my workplace. I was perplexed and attempted to ask him why, but he just told me to be quiet and do as I was told.
I was very excited but also a little nervous. Once inside the building, I spotted my first victim, Ibrahim, the receptionist, sitting on a chair distracted by his phone, not even noticing me walk in.
Ibrahim worked at the front desk, he was a tall, muscular guy with a grumpy personality. All I knew about him was that he was a ladies man, and he wouldn't stop talking about pussy. I smiled to myself, he would be perfect.
I slowly walked to his desk and put a purple slime on his table, Ibrahim looked at the purple blob, and before he could say anything the slime leaped onto his face, squirming its way into his nostrils and burrowing towards his brain. He let out a deep, guttural grunt, his eyes rolling back as violent convulsions overtook his body. His muscular arms hung limply by his sides, his head drooping backward. That moment, I knew the transformation had begun—the slime was already feeding, replacing Ibrahim's brain with something new, something better.
Ibrahim then looked at me, with the same lust that every puppet would always give me. "Come here boy, you're going to get what you deserve!" He said, his voice now husky and deep, he pushed me down on my knees and unzipped his pants, freeing his huge, hard cock. "Suck on it while I talk with my date for tonight!" He ordered. "I usually would never let a fag like you have a taste of my cock, but you are my Master's human slave and your job is to serve his puppets!"
I started sucking as he kept thrusting his hips forward, I took his entire cock into my mouth, sucking and licking it as best as I could. He moaned loudly, his hips bucking against my face as he fucked my mouth, his eyes were on the phone all the timeand. He quickly came down my throat. "Drink it all, human."
"What the fuck is happening here?" Mr. Tarek, our supervisor asked as he walked into the room. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me with my face buried in Ibrahim's crotch.
Ibrahim quickly coughed one purple slime and threw it on the floor, the small slime quickly crawled and disappeared under Mr. Tarek's pants. Mr. Tarek groaned as the slime forced its way inside his ass, seconds later Mr. Tarek was also a puppet for the alien.
"Come here human slave, you're going to be our slut now," Mr. Tarek ordered. I stood up and walked to him, he pulled me for a sloppy kiss, while I unbuttoned his shirt.
Mr. Tarek was such a hot Daddy, I always wondered what he looked like under his clothes, especially his huge pecs, now I not only knew how I could feel too. I ran my hands on his meaty pecs and started to suck on his nipples as he moaned. "That's a good slave, suck on Daddy's tits," He moaned, and I did as I was told.
I lost myself in those pecs until I felt Mr. Tarek's hand pull me away by the back of my hair. "That's enough, you still have others to help convert into our Master's puppets." He then coughed another slime and handed it to me.
He was right, the Alien Master was waiting for me outside, I could play with these puppets later, it was time to move on to the next victim. I knew exactly who was going to be next, walking inside the other room I spotted the young intern, Khalid. I felt a little guilty, Khalid seemed like a nice guy, but after seeing the bulge in his pants it passed away.
He was sitting at his desk when he noticed me and welcomed me with a warm smile. "Hey Eric, can I help you with something?" he asked.
I stepped closer, my heart racing as I approached him with a blob of purple slime moving on my hand, his eyes widened in surprise and confusion. "What the hell is that?" He stuttered, standing up and moving away from me.
I didn't respond, after all, what could I say? "Hey, Khalid? Would you let me put this goo inside your head so it can feed on your brain and replace it with a slime?"
So I just threw the slime toward him, but I failed when he protected his face with his hands, making the slime fall to the floor. He then ran to the door, he was about to walk out, but he bumped right into Mr. Tarek's large pecs.
"Mr. Tarek, you need to help me! Eric has with him some weird creature!"
But Mr. Tarek looked completely blank and unresponsive as he blocked the door with his body.
"Mr Tarek?" Khalid asked. He was starting to question why the supervisor was with his shirt open, and was that saliva on his nipples? but before he could react, Mr. Tarek grabbed Khalid by his chin and forced a kiss, Khalid tried to fight but Mr. Tarek was stronger.
I could see some purple slime being passed from Mr. Tarek's mouth and into Khalid's, the intern's eyes went wide in shock, and then his body went limp as the alien slime started to take over his body.
Mr. Tarek then whispered into his ear, "Welcome to the family, Khalid." with that, Khalid nodded and gave me an eerie smile.
"Take off your pants and bend over my desk, now!" Khalid said with a commanding tone, but his voice was the same, it was terrifyingly sexy. I felt my face flush red, seeing innocent Khalid acting in such a dominant way made me very hard.
As I bent over the desk, I soon felt Khalid's hands on my ass, ripping my underwear and spreading my cheeks as he buried his face and started to eat my ass. I was in heaven until I felt a hard slap on my ass.
I looked behind me and saw Ibrahim, Mr. Tarek, and Khalid, all standing together behind me without their pants and with their hard dicks pointing at me. Suddenly they all started to speak in unison.
"The Alien Master is angry that you almost let one of his puppets run away, he wants us to punish you!"
The three of them took turns, one fucking me hard while the others watched and stroked themselves.
Ibrahim was first, his thick cock pushing into me without any mercy. I moaned loudly, feeling him fill me up and stretch me wide open. He fucked me hard and fast, his grunts and groans echoing through the room. Mr. Tarek was next, his cock was even larger than Ibrahim's, and he was not gentle either. He grabbed my hips and pounded into me, making the desk shake beneath us, pens, papers, and a mug, all fell to the floor. Lastly, Khalid, his cock was thicker than the others and he took his time, savoring the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me.
The Alien Master, watching through their eyes, was enjoying the show. His slime was pulsing inside each one of them, making their cocks even harder and their strokes more aggressive. When the three finished inside me, I stood up with three loads leaking from my ass and smirked at them.
"There's still plenty of puppets to make, give me one more copy," I said.
But the three just laughed at me and spoke in unison. "Master don't want you to help him anymore! We will do the takeover from here, you will just watch."
I sighed. It seemed that I had really angered the Alien Master, and now I feared for the future of my brain. I nodded and followed them to the next office. I watched as they forced a kiss on the other men, and within seconds, those men would be under the alien's control, forcing a kiss on other workers. They moved swiftly and efficiently, and before I knew it, the entire floor was filled with puppets.
There was Amir, a muscular Daddy fitness enthusiast, who worked as the manager. He was so huge that it took both Ibrahim and Mr. Tarek to hold him while Khalid infected him with the slime.
Amir was known around the office for his stern demeanor and unwillingness to be dominated by anyone. Now, under the alien's control, he was leading a group of his fellow converted colleagues toward the next department.
Then, there was also Karim, the office gossip, he spread a rumor once about me ogling the men's bulges, now his mouth was used to spread the alien's slime rather than rumors.
I was kneeling between his legs, looking up at him as some commotion was going on in the background.
"You like staring at our bulges huh? You're such a perverted human," He said as he shoved my face into his bulge, his hard cock pressing against my face. "If you like staring at men's bulges so much, then here it is!" I couldn't help but feel a bit of spiteful satisfaction as I started to lick the bulge in his pants, feeling it pulse and throb in my tongue.
"There you are!" Amir called from behind, yanking me up by the shirt collar. "Omar wants to have a word with you!"
"Can you carry me in your arms? My ass is really sore." I asked, trying to give him my best puppy eyes. Amir took me in his huge strong arms as if I was made of paper, as he carried me to Omar's office, I caressed his pecs.
Then there was finally Omar, the office heartthrob and the executive assistant. Whose hot body was now a vessel for the alien slime. Amir put me down on my knees as I looked up at Omar sitting on his chair, he was holding a mug.
"They put some slime copies on the coffee machine; I have to admit, that's pretty clever," Omar said as he stood up, loosened his tie, and approached me with a hungry look. I knew what was coming next.
"You've been a naughty human, Eric," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "Our Master thinks you need a more thorough lesson in obedience."
The other puppets walked into the room forming a circle around me, Omar pushed me to my knees and ordered me to unbuckle his belt and blow him. His cock grew before my eyes, the slime making it swell and pulse with an otherworldly need. I couldn't resist the urge to touch it, to feel the power of the alien through this beautiful vessel of a man. He groaned as I wrapped my hand around his shaft, stroking it gently before taking it into my mouth. The puppets gathered around us, their eyes gleaming with lust as they watched me service Omar.
Omar let out a primal roar, tearing open his dress shirt to reveal his perfectly sculpted, hairy chest. One by one, the others followed his lead, ripping their shirts apart with a savage fervor, there was no humanity left in them. It was like watching a scene from a twisted sci-fi porn, where the alien's insatiable hunger was not just for brains, but for power and sexual control.
They were all jerking off around me and soon they came at the same time, all over me. I was a mess, covered in the cum of 32 men, but I didn't care. I felt like I was part of something big, something powerful.
I felt like a slut in a sea of hot, alien-controlled men, and I couldn't help but love every second of it.
After hours of servicing those men, I walked out of the building, feeling used but oddly satisfied. I couldn't believe I just helped turn all my coworkers into brainless hosts. The copies filling their heads don't need to feed like the original Alien inside the Arab prince, so they would go back to their old lives as normal, the slimes would act just like them, only I would know what was inside their heads.
I stepped inside the car where my Alien Master was waiting.
"I'm fed and satiated for now, you almost did a good job, my human slave," he said, his voice still deep and commanding.
"Thank you-"
"I said 'almost', you almost let one of those humans run away, he would have if it wasn't for one of my puppets. That's what I get for trusting a human."
"I helped you turn my stepbrother and stepdad into your dumb puppets! What else do I need to do so you can finally trust me?" I said. But when I looked at the prince's face, I immediately regretted it. "I'm sorry Master, I promise-"
"Quiet," he cut me off. "You will be punished for that later, now give this puppet a blowjob while I drive us to his hotel!"
I took the Arab Prince's cock into my mouth as he drove off. Once at the hotel, I decided to take a shower, I needed a good shower to take the sweat and cum from the day's events off my body.
I walked out naked of the bathroom, there was no reason for modesty anymore. I saw the prince smoking on the balcony, looking over the city lights, he then turned to look at me.
"Sorry for being too harsh on you today, my human." He said, blowing out some smoke.
I couldn't tell if he was mocking me or being sincere, but I didn't dare to question it. "I've been thinking, you have been a great companion to me, I never thought I would ever let a human with an intact brain for so long, I hope you realize how special that makes you."
I was speechless, it was the first time the Alien Master was being kind to me.
"Thank you, Master," I murmured,
The Prince then sat on the bed, his cock already hard again, he looked at me with hunger in his eyes.
"Come here, my sweet human," he ordered, and I knew I had to obey. He grabbed me by the waist and gently pushed me onto the bed, spreading my legs and climbing on top of me.
His huge cock slid into me easily, and he started to fuck me with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made me moan.
This was different from the other times. The Arab Prince, or rather the Alien Master, was not as rough. His movements were tender, almost loving, and his eyes bore into mine as he whispered how much of a good human pet I was.
As he thrusted, he was pinning my hands above me on the bed as he kissed my neck. Once we came, The Alien Master cuddled me in the prince's muscular arms, his cock still hard inside me. It was the closest thing to affection I had ever felt.
"Who do you think should be the next puppet?" He asked.
"I'm thinking of Mr. Wahid's son? he's a hot arrogant hunk, just like his dad."
Suddenly the prince's eyes became completely purple, scaring me for a second, it was the first time I was seeing it.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm accessing the copy inside Mr. Wahid's mind right now," Right, sometimes I forget that the Alien can have access to all his puppet's memories at any moment. The prince's eyes went back to normal.
"It looks like his son is traveling for a business trip, but he will be back tomorrow morning, It'll be the perfect opportunity."
"I agree, Master."
"Then you should get some sleep; we're heading to the airport in the morning."
I was kneeling between my older stepbrother's legs, looking up at him as he smoked. My plan didn't work out as expected.
He looked as intimidating as ever, but this time it wasn't my obnoxious older stepbrother behind those hating eyes. Instead, a small alien slime had taken over, consumed his brain, and replaced it with its gooey form.
My stepbrother had always been a homophobic asshole, and for that, I despised him deeply. Yet, in a twist of cruel irony, he was also one of the most hottest men I had ever known. I loved watching him from the window of my room, working out in the backyard until his body was glistening with sweat. I knew it wasn't safe to spy on him like that.
But I wasn’t safe with the alien slime either. Fear gnawed at me as I realized I might suffer the same fate as my dumb stepbrother. Yes, I might have helped the purple gooey creature enter his body, I did it believing it would be grateful and let me have fun with his body. But now, I feared my plan had turned against me.
My stepbrother was way bigger and stronger than me, so when he ordered me to kneel, I just obeyed. He looked down at me, thinking about what he should do to me.
"I should take you over too, It's too risky to let a human know about my existence," He took a puff and blew out the smoke. "but you helped me get inside this human after all."
"I-I promise I won't tell anyone about you, I just wanted to have my way with him, that's all!"
"You helped an alien slime replace your stepbrother's brain just so you could have a taste of him, gay boy?" He asked, lowering his underwear and freeing my stepbrother's thick flaccid shaft.
I eagerly nodded, there was nothing I wanted more than to taste my stepbrother's cock. He playfully slapped the heavy shaft on my face as he had an evil grin on his face, a grin that I was very familiar with. "I guess having a human with an intact brain as a slave could be fun." He grunted as he smacked it hard on my cheeks, but when I tried to lick it, he pushed it away.
"Nah-uh you have to earn it first, gay boy. The takeover left this shell quite sweaty, so if you lick the sweat off him, I might let you suck him." He promised.
Still on my knees, I started to lick the sweat off his abs and pecs, his big muscular pecs felt soft against my tongue. I sucked on his nipples as his right arm rested on top of the couch and he smoked with the other. "I will give you two options, gay boy. You can either be my obedient slave and help me spread my control over your kind, or you can become like your stepbrother, an empty husk of a man with a head full of alien slime."
I nodded and smiled at him, "I will gladly serve as your human slave."
"Great." He grunted, and then he coughed a small purple slime on his hand, just like the one I helped get inside him, but smaller.
"Take it and prove your loyalty to me, your stepdad is in the shower."
My stepdad was a strikingly muscular man with a sexy hairy body. He was kind to me, but he never intervened when his son bullied me. Part of me thinks he deserves this, but it's not like I have a choice—it's either this or have my brain devoured.
I grabbed the purple goo and headed towards the bathroom door. I could still hear the shower running, I slowly opened the door and walked inside the bathroom, the curtains were closed so my stepdad didn't see me entering. When I was close enough, I threw the purple slime over the curtain.
"What the-" I heard my stepdad say, but his voice was soon cut off and he started to grunt. I couldn't see what was going on behind the curtain, but it looked like my dad was fighting it. Suddenly everything went quiet. The shower turned off and the curtain was pushed open, revealing my stepdad wearing a towel.
"D-dad?" I asked, my eyes on his muscular hairy body, he looked so hot.
"Not your dad anymore, call me Master Daddy from now on, my human slave!"
He suddenly dropped the towel and I gasped when I saw how big he was. I had never seen him naked before.
"Kneel and show me some respect, slave." He grunted. I dropped to my knees and took his entire shaft into my mouth, he fucked my face as I caressed his meaty hairy pecs. He then pulled me up by my hair and forced his big tongue deep inside my mouth, it felt so good, I loved how strong his tongue felt. While we kissed I groped his pecs and pinched his nipples, he let out a deep sexy moan while still making out, so it looked like my stepdad had sensitive nipples, I thought.
We walked back to the living room to my possessed stepbrother, now Master. "Good job, my human slave. You have proven yourself worthy of my trust."
That day my stepdad fucked me while I sucked my stepbrother. I was their slave now, and the alien made sure that I would get busy with his puppets.
The alien thrived on consuming brains daily, so it never ceased creating new empty puppets. Every day, he would send me outside with a small copy of his body so I could find a man for him to feed. That was my job as his slave, to help him feed and spread his control over humanity, and I couldn't ask for a better job.
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Mr. Rossi was my hot Italian Daddy neighbor. I had been fantasizing about him for years, ever since we moved into this quiet neighborhood. He was the perfect example of a hot, protective, and loving dad figure, I grew up seeing how caring he was to his two sons, his sons lived on their own now. So when my Alien Master sent me to find him food, I knew Mr. Rossi would be perfect.
I knocked on his door and waited, I had in my hand a small part of the alien. It wasn’t the creature’s main form, just a copy of it that was connected to the original alien inhabiting my older brother, once the copy consumed Mr. Rossi’s brain, the main alien would also feel satiated, like a hive mind. The alien hadn’t explained the exact mechanics to me, so that was all I knew.
Mr. Rossi opened the door and gave me a warm smile. "Hey Eric, Is everything ok?" He kindly asked. I didn't respond, and just threw the slime on his face.
I was soon inside his house, staring at the hot hairy Italian Dilf in front of me. The alien slime had already replaced his brain.
"Come here, my human slave," he purred. His voice was still Mr. Rossi's, but it was deeper and more commanding. I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine as I walked to him and we started to make out, I then buried my face between his big pecs while I cupped and squeezed them, Mr. Rossi just stood there, letting me have my way with his pecs.
I always fantasized about Mr. Rossi and his pecs, and now I finally had them for myself, thanks to my alien Master.
Mr. Rossi then reached out and gently stroked my cheek, his rough hands leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "You've wanted this for so long, haven't you?" he whispered, pushing his finger inside my mouth and leaning in close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my ear. "You've wanted Daddy Rossi to take care of you, to make you feel safe and loved because your stepdad was a piece of shit who let your stepbrother bully you." He then playfully slapped my face. "Too bad that's not gonna happen. I'm gonna destroy your hole with this puppet's cock! I'm going to teach you a lesson for being so naughty." He lifted me into his strong arms and walked to his room.
He then threw me on his bed and pulled down his shorts. "Get on all fours, now." He commanded.
I didn't hesitate, obeying his command as if I'd been waiting for it my entire life. I got down on the bed on all fours, presenting my ass to him. The hairs on Mr. Rossi's chest tickled my back as I felt his hot breath against my ear. "You're so fucking tight," he growled, his big manly hands taking hold of my waist before he finally thrust his huge cock inside.
He began to fuck me hard and fast, driving his length deep into my body with each stroke. I arched my back, moaning in ecstasy as the alien inside him made the nice neighborhood dad act like a gay depraved dom.
"Yes, Daddy," I moaned, feeling his thick cock stretch me impossibly wide. "Fuck me. Own me. Make me yours."
When I felt Mr. Rossi's load fill my ass, we lay there, panting heavily, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment. The slime had given me everything I ever wanted. I looked at a portrait picture on the side of the bed, in the old pic, Mr. Rossi was fishing with two sons.
"Why don't you call your sons to come over? Say It's an urgency." I suggested.
Later that day, while I was on my knees sucking Mr. Rossi's cock, we heard a knock on the door. Mr. Rossi smirked at me and coughed two purple slimes on his hands. "Go open the door," He ordered.
When I opened the door, I saw two hot men, they both looked just as hot as their dad. I couldn't wait to have them as the Alien's puppets.
"Who are you? Where is our dad?" One of them asked, pushing me out of the way.
"Dad? We're here, are you ok?" The other asked.
Mr. Rossi grinned at his sons as he was standing naked with purple slime on each of his hands. I closed the door...
Later that day I was in Mr. Rossi's room, looking at the two hot Italian brothers in only their underwear.
"What are you waiting for?" they both said in unison, it would be creepy if they weren't so freaking hot.
I dropped to my knees and started taking turns between the two huge Italian cocks. After a while, I was being spit-roasted by the two hung brothers. Mr. Rossi walked inside the room while I was still being filled on both ends, his huge shaft swinging with each step.
"You did good today, gay boy. Your Master is very satiated, you got him three meals." Mr. Rossi and his two sons said in unison. "He will allow you to pick one puppet to dominate."
I was surprised, I already helped the Alien Master convert a lot of men, but this would be the first time he would let me top one of his puppets.
I stood up and looked at the three puppets for a while, "I want Mr. Rossi," I said.
Mr. Rossi lay on the bed with his legs up, his huge hairy ass on full display, I kneeled behind him and playfully slapped it, watching it jingle. I then grabbed each cheek and shoved my shaft inside in one thrust, fucking him roughly as I buried my face between his pecs.
"Why don't you two feed your cocks to our Daddy slut?" I asked the brothers. They obeyed and kneeled on each side of Mr. Rossi, who started to take turns sucking them both. As I fucked Mr. Rossi, I watched his big pecs bounce with each hard thrust, then I got an idea.
"Boys, Daddy's tits are begging for a sucking, don't you think?" I suggested, with a wicked smile on my face.
They both lay next to their dad and started sucking on each nipple. It was such a hot sight, seeing two grown men with wives and kids sucking on their dad's tits.
That afternoon, me and the two brothers took turns on Mr. Rossi's ass, I came so much that I passed out. By the alien Master's orders, Mr. Rossi took me in his strong arms and brought me home.
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After the Rossi family became puppets for the alien Master, I suggested the alien to go for my boss, Mr. Wahid.
Mr. Wahid was a rich, muscular, Arabic hunk who had always captured my heart, he was rude and intimidating, and treated the staff like his slaves, but the few moments I had near him, would always had me staring at his muscles and having gay fantasies about him.
The next day while I was at work, Mr. Wahid called me to his office. He was busy on the phone and without even looking at me, he ordered me to get him a coffee. It was as if I was nothing to him.
It was the perfect opportunity for my plan. I had brought a small fragment of the slime to work. So I went to make his coffee, but before entering his office, I slipped the slime into the cup. As I walked in, Mr. Wahid didn't even glance up or thank me; he just grabbed the coffee and continued talking on the phone, completely ignoring my presence. All it took was a sip, and his phone dropped to the floor as his eyes rolled back and his muscles tensed. I had a hard on as I closed the door with me inside, a few seconds later he glanced at me with an Intimidating look.
"Come get my phone off the floor, slave!" I grabbed his phone and gave it to him, he then ordered me to get on my knees under the table and suck him off. I smirked as I undid his pants and fished out his thick member. Soon I was slobbering on my boss's shaft, he was so huge and thick that barely fitted my mouth, and he also had a strong smell as if he hadn't washed his junk for the entire day.
He smacked his heavy shaft on my tongue as he continued talking on the phone in Arabic, I ran my tongue on his heavy hanging balls and soon he was coating my face with his Arabic milk.
Mr. Wahid would be just the first one in the company to become an alien puppet, I had a lot of subjects in mind. Mr. Wahid ended the call and looked down at me—my face still buried in his musky balls while cum covered my face.
"We are closing a deal with an Arab prince. He's about to arrive for the meeting and I want you to welcome him. Now take your dirty mouth off my balls and go do your fucking job!"
Honestly, the alien possessed Mr. Wahid wasn't much different from the old one. A few hours later I was waiting in the parking lot for the Arab prince to arrive. I saw an expensive car park in front of me, when the door opened, my heart started racing. Inside the car was the hottest Middle Eastern man I'd ever seen.
Fortunately for me, but not so much for him, I had an extra slime in my pocket.
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Marduk prided himself in always doing his research for everything in life. This got him a doting wife, a great house, a thriving career, and grateful children already off in college. It was also through his careful nature that he knew exactly how to find hook-ups—his profile on Grindr had him listed as “DL.” He did all of this under his family’s noses, and they were none the wiser. Yup, just about anything and everything can be cheated on with enough research and a mind as sharp as Marduk’s.
Tonight, his wife had just departed for her flight. She was going out of state to visit her ill mother. Though she had asked Marduk if he wanted to come, he declined and assured her that her mother would be much more pleased if she went alone. No need for Marduk to interrupt mother-daughter time! The children were off living in their campus dorms, and so Marduk had the whole house to himself.
“Thank you for hosting,” said the message with a winking emoticon. The sender was a younger man named Henry. Compared to Marduk, he was rather thin but flexible, as the explicit messages he had sent Marduk had proved. “I’d do it, but I still live with my folks. I’m also DL, but for my safety rather than my stability.”
Marduk didn’t feel like asking him to elaborate, so he simply arranged the date and time for Henry to arrive, the latter of which eagerly agreed. The two had their eyes set on the other for a while now, but circumstances made that difficult until this weekend.
Marduk smirked to himself as he dressed up—not showering tonight as Henry had requested.
The moment Marduk opened the door, Henry all but launched himself at Marduk. “Been waiting for this all day,” Henry whispered, his voice needy and breathless. “I’m sooo hungry for you, daddy.”
That was all Marduk needed to hear. Fired up, he lifted Henry up and carried him to the upstairs bedroom—not at all concerned about getting Henry’s scent all over the sheets. He needed to fill this tight hole soon or he’d go mad.
“Nrgh, f-fuck!” Henry cried out, writhing and moaning on the bed. He gripped the sheets until his knuckles turned white. His cock, already leaking, stiffened suddenly as Marduk fucked him. “F-Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum…! I’m gonna cum,” he said, slowly losing the breathlessness and playfulness in his voice. “Not yet, no, I don’t wanna c-cum just yet. I’m not ready to give this up just yet.” It was as if he was a completely different person from the youthful man that Marduk invited inside.
However, Marduk wasn’t paying much attention. His own thrusts became wilder and more intense as the twink beneath him tried resisting his own orgasm. “C’mon, moan some more for me,” Marduk growled, unable to stop. Henry’s hole was so tight and warm that it was driving Marduk insane. And those soft squeals… they were driving him crazy. “Ohhh, keep moving your hips. I-I’m so close!”
“Shit, no good…!” cursed Henry through gritted teeth. “I-I’m cumming!” he cried out, arching his back and thrusting his hips high in the air as his untouched cock shot several loads that came down and stained his torso. However, Henry’s writhing didn’t stop as the last of his cum dribbled out of his softening cock. No, his eyes rolled up, showing only the whites, as his body convulsed even harder.
Only then did Marduk finally stop and looked down at Henry with concern, not wanting to alert anyone by having someone have a seizure in his home. Hey, you okay…?” he said.
As if to respond, a trail of blue slime erupted from Henry’s mouth. Marduk didn’t have time to react before it shot inside his own mouth. “MMFH—! MFF!” He tried shouting for help, but the slime made that all but useless. His body writhed as it began flowing inside of him. The two’s bodies were connected, tethered by the blue slime.
What’s happening…? Thought Marduk, vision growing hazy. Even though he tried to run away or throw Henry’s body away, he couldn’t force his heavy limbs to move. Even so, he soon realized that his body wasn’t stopping. Although the movements were a bit more awkward, Marduk’s body was still thrusting—as though listening to another will besides his own.
W-Why can’t I stop…?! Marduk’s thoughts were a panic, but even that began to wane as his mind began growing foggier by the second. Adding to that was the electric jolts of pleasure coursing throughout every inch of his body. He involuntarily shuddered, his moans muffled by the invading slime as it finished crawling inside of him. Feels… to good…! I’m going crazy! Lemme cum, lemme cum, I just wanna cum!
All caution thrown to the wind, Marduk begged whatever entity was invading him for a reprieve of this never-ending pleasure. It felt as though he was on the cusp of climaxing yet unable to actually ejaculate. He had no idea pleasure could feel so torturous.
Marduk’s body pulled Henry closer and thrust as deep as he possibly could. His bush met Henry’s own as he, mouth agape and eyes going cross, pumped what felt like a year’s worth of cum into Henry’s unresponsive hole. Every rhythmic thrust seemed to drive Marduk further and further to the back of his own mind. He screamed into the inky black void; not from horror as another’s will supplanted his own; but from the sheer bliss this mind-blowing orgasm gave him.
Meanwhile, Marduk’s body convulsed as it flopped on top of the unconscious Henry. Once the trembling settled down, Marduk opened eyes and sat up on the floor. At a certain point, the convulsions had been so intense he actually fell off the bed. However, he didn’t seem too concerned about that nor the unconscious Henry. He stood up with a low groan, admiring the sheer weight he now possessed, and strolled over to the master bathroom. He glanced at his reflection, tilting his head to try and capture every angle.
Letting out a low whistle, he said, “Usually I prefer taking over spry young men, but this? This one I like…” he said with a chauvinistic smirk. The real Marduk could only vaguely hear his invader’s taunting words, and he was far too mindfucked to care. “Damn, this body feels good! Virile, too.” The slime that had possessed Marduk ran his hands down Marduk’s cock and shivered as he felt it respond. Even though he had cum what felt like gallons with this stolen cock it was still right back up and raring to go. “Nrrgh.,.. oh fuck, yes…! This is me now!” he cried out, jerking his new fuckstick like a madman. Everything in this new body felt so right. The weight, the mass, the sensitivity. Just touching his cock felt like sex. But jerking off was another experience entirely.
“Fuck, fuck! Nrgh, I’m cumming!” His knees buckled on him as several rounds of cum struck the mirror and stained Marduk’s reflection. Panting, Marduk relaxed on the bathroom and chuckled to himself.
“I hope you’re ready for your new bachelor life, Marduk. Your wife is gonna be sick of you and your cheating ways soon. Oh, and thanks for hosting, by the way.”
Time for a new fleshie... Who to pick? I floated around the gymnasium looking for a new body. Wrestling matches were always great places to pick up a body that was exactly my type. I could find someone a bit burly and muscular without being overweight. I eyed the hot wrestlers in their musky singlets, thinking it would be fun to inhabit one of them when I suddenly heard their coach yelling instructions from the sidelines to his students.
"Oh hellloooo Daddy." I say puckishly as I float closer to the DILF of a man. "You'll do nicely."
I align myself with the man's back as he watches the match and push myself forcefully into him, immediately rushing into each of his arms, legs, head, and even dick.
"Atta boy Rob! You're getting the hang--- oh hello!" I suddenly yelp as I assume control in an instant.
"I wasn't expecting my cock to be that sensitive!" I say as I absentmindedly start rubbing my bulge through my new slacks.
"Suddenly, a bunch of the wrestlers and bystanders stare at me as I acquaint myself with my new body.
"If everyone will excuse me, I need to take care of some, uh, let's say, unfinished business. Take 5 everyone!" I call out in my new sexy deep voice. "Rob! You're looking fabulous out there hun. Keep it up. And do some extra squats while you are at it!"
I playfully stroll towards the locker room and make my way immediately towards the mirror once inside.
"Nice, broad chest. Check. Nice sexy bearded fuckable face. Check. Dump truck thick ass. Also check!" I exclaim as I slap my ass. "I should play with my new manhood."
I seclude myself in a stall and immediately plop myself down on the toilet seat and pull out my new bull cock. I start rubbing one out as I moan and familiarize myself with this new body. As I edge closer, I take out his phone and unlock it with FaceID. I download Grindr on the phone and take a few unseemly photos of my new stolen face and dick.
"Oh fuck yeah Mr. Lowe! You're enjoying this aren't you! I know I am!" I scream in his voice as I cum all over my shirt and face. "I'm gonna enjoy being you and getting a piece of hot ass later. Hope you don't mind if I completely humiliate myself!"
Just then, his phone started ringing. It was Mr. Lowe's wife. "Oh shit. Well, I'm not in the interest of ruining your life. Just want to have a little bit of fun. Better get into character." He answers the phone, putting on his best impression of the old Mr. Lowe.
"Hello honey! You're never going to believe the day I'm having..."
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“Hey, how’s the new shell?” Someone said behind Stuart. He felt a hand press against his new muscular arms and even give it a slight squeeze.
“Oh, hey man!” Stuart turned around to awkwardly greet his handsome colleague. “Yeah, it’s been great. No more back pain and I got so much energy left as the shifts are over.” He grinned, feeling his new attractive face move perfectly under his control.
“Damn Stuart. I can’t believe you decided to get a new body instead of a raise or promotion for all your hard work these years. Where’d you even find such a stud?” His colleague asked, clearly shocked to see his former colleague now in the visage of a very hot and muscular hunk.
“Haha, yeah. I was just as shocked as you when they told me I had the choice.” Stuart awkwardly laughed as he scratched the back of his head. His arm muscles bulging out by the movement. “As for this shell, they actually just randomly picked one of the trainers from the nearby gym.”
“Jeez, you lucky son of a bitch. To be going from your former self to now being this,” he gave his friend/colleague’s muscle a squeeze, clearly enjoying the thickness of it. “Right. Better get back to work… Let’s celebrate later, alright?”
“Sure thing!” Stuart said, his eyes beamed with hope and excitement. He watched his colleague wink at him before going back to whatever he was doing.
Turning back around, Stuart stared mischievously into the small framed mirror he had placed on his desk. He couldn’t help but grab his bulge through his pants and give it a slight squeeze, feeling some of his new shell’s juices ooze out into the briefs he wore. The truth was, he had specifically chosen this shell. Not only because he knew it would be exactly the type his male colleague would be very attracted to, but also because of years of lusting after it.
You see, after years and years of walking past the gym on his way to work, always stopping for a few minutes to stare inside and catch a glimpse of his current shell’s vigorous workout, he had finally decided to enter the gym and ask to be trained by the handsome trainer. He had hoped he could get a body just like him. Instead, he was shut down by the stud’s arrogant and judging demeanor, telling him he was too old and ugly to be trained. Depressed and hopeless, Stuart had spent the next two weeks wallowing in his own misery; of being ugly and single for the longest of time. But it was also during that period that he found out about his company’s “unusual” way of rewarding or compensating hard working employees. That’s when he had set his mind onto things and spent the rest of the year working himself down to the very bones. As they had called him in for the end-of-year meeting, Stuart knew he would finally get what he lusted and longed for; a body just like that stud’s. Well, in this case specifically that stud’s body.
He had watched on in glee as they had dragged the thrashing and raging man out of the gym. He had smiled victoriously as the stud’s fearful eyes rolled up and his very being got sucked out of his own birth body. And lastly, Stuart had smirked lustfully as he had woken up in his new ideal shell and checked himself out in the mirror. It didn’t take long before he tore his clothes off and began rubbing every inch of his thick and amazing new shell. And when he finally exploded all over himself and his new reflection, even giving some of his own juices a taste, he knew…
A few months ago, I had been excited to receive an internship at Stuprum Financial. I don't know what I expected... fetching coffee, delivering mail, maybe getting a special project or something? Instead, I've spent the entire time doing data entry work, taking numbers from one spreadsheet and typing them into another one. It was the sort of mind-numbing busywork that could have been automated, if the owners had been willing to pay the money to make it happen. But they were too cheap to hire programmers, so here I am. If it hadn't been for my boss, I would have quit after the first day.
Not that he's a good boss, mind you-- Landon is a complete asshole, as a matter of fact. But the man is amazing eye candy, and I'm getting paid to sit at a cubical with direct line of sight into his office. He's the sort of dominant alpha who pretends that weaker men like me don't even exist. I should probably be angry that my boss barely gives me the time of day, but it means that I can stare at him for hours and he never seems to notice. It helps that he's too busy getting his dick wet as much as possible.
He's fucked all of the female interns at least once, though I know he has his favorites. There's no way any competent manager would have kept Miranda as an employee unless they were getting something else out of the deal, and Landon was definitely getting full access to what were... at least D cups? I'm a gay man, I don't know how to estimate cup sizes. I just know I have to fix all of Miranda's mistakes while she's getting railed during her 'private mentoring' sessions. The man is insatiable-- when he's not fucking a coworker, he's masturbating under his desk. I don't know when he finds time to get any work done, but that's not my problem.
Friday is one of his busier days-- the owners leave early, which means he doesn't have to be as stealthy while he fucks the women who work under him. He's got it down to a science by now-- one after lunch, and another one right before we leave for the day. So you can imagine my surprise when he called me into his office at the end of the day instead.
"You wanted to see... me... sir?" I said, my words trailing off as I walked in to see my boss standing in his office, with his shirt pulled apart to reveal his hairy chest. "Sir, what are you--"
"Shut the door behind you," he barked. "I've seen the way that you look at me, Bobby. Did you think I wouldn't notice?" To my shock, he started removing more of his clothes. "Honestly, I'm a bit flattered. And I thought, why not reward you with something you'd want?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this some sort of trap? Was he actually bisexual? I didn't know and I didn't care. I kicked off my shoes and started pulling at my tie with a shaky hand.
He leaned in, close enough for me to be able to smell his musk. "You'd do anything to have this body, wouldn't you? Well, you're in luck. Make me an offer." God, hearing his voice whispering into my ear turned me on in the worst way.
"Can-- can I suck you off?" I blurted out.
Landon briefly smiled at me before placing his hand on my shoulder and shoving me to my knees. "I accept your terms," he said. "First you suck me off, and then you can have this body." His hand slipped down to his waistband, unleashing the thickest eight inches of manhood I had ever seen.
I was quite the cocksucker in college, but this dick was almost too much for even me to handle. It took all of my concentration to avoid gagging, especially once he grabbed my head and started thrusting. He was clearly focused on speed, and it didn't take long before his salty load hit the back of my throat. I was licking the excess off of his shaft when my vision started to blur.
"It's like I said. You suck me off, and then you can have my body." The speaker was high-pitched and a bit nasally... but also really familiar, somehow. I shook my head, trying to get my eyes to focus again. Someone who could have been my twin was kneeling in front of me, while I... my arms were massive now, and a quick grope of my body confirmed the presence of chest hair that I'd never been able to grow before. Had we switched bodies? But that was impossible! I looked over to the small mirror on my boss's desk, only to find his face staring back at me.
"Congratulations," my old body said. "You are now Landon Wagner. And now I'm Bobby Fischer. The next few days might have a bit of a learning curve, but I'm sure you'll get over it."
My hand started absentmindedly playing with my nipples as I tried to process what was happening. "I don't... I don't understand. You're probably the sexiest man I've ever met in real life." I could feel the excitement building in my chest, but life was never this kind to me. There had to be some sort of catch. "Why would you want to... are you really just giving all of this away?"
My former boss just shrugged. "That's right, Bobby. I mean, Landon. Get used to your new life, because I am not switching back."
Something about his calm tone of voice was making me start to panic. "My life sucks, why would you want mine? Look, I'm honored, sir, but I... I don't know the first thing about being you." I didn't know what the catch was, yes, but there was no way it was worth it. "This is-- no, we have to switch back. Switch us back!"
"Oh, God no," he said, pausing to stare at me as he started putting his clothes back on. "I'm Bobby Fischer, the stand-out intern who's about to get an offer for permanent employment. And when my bosses figure out that my work is high quality, as if I have decades of experience? Shit, I'll be climbing that ladder in no time. Sure, I'll have to start over at the gym, but that's nothing I can't handle.
"Meanwhile, you? C'mon, Landon, did you really think you could fuck all of the interns without HR noticing?" He started laughing at me as a wave of sickening nausea ran through my body. "You weren't getting away with it, they were just building a case against you. Shit-- your ass is grass. Gotta learn how to keep it in your pants, bro! You let the thrill of the chase get to your head, and now you're about to lose it all. They're gonna fire you, Landon. It's not an 'if', it's a 'when'."
I collapsed to the floor, trying to process everything that was happening to me. I finally got to mess around with my hot boss-- I got to become my hot boss-- only now I was stuck with his shitty life? I would be stuck dealing with his fallout while he gets to take my clean reputation and bail out without any consequences. Well, other than the consequence of trying to make something positive out of my own shitty life, I guess.
All I could do was watch as the new Bobby Fischer walked out of my new office, leaving me alone and half naked on the floor.
So, this is me now. Becoming my toxic alpha bro boss was... not something I would have planned, but hey-- it could be worse, right? Honestly, I'm still not sure which of us ended up with the short end of the stick. He's definitely got a higher ceiling for success-- but that's only if he can get promoted all of the way back up. I'm sure that would be a ton of money... but until then, he's only getting a junior salary, and he's stuck in my body to boot. Regaining the muscles he used to have takes time, and he's stuck with that baby face no matter what he does.
Meanwhile... yeah, I may be blacklisted from every reputable business in town, but just look at me. Look at this body! I'm sure I'll be able to make a ton of money on OnlyFans. Hell, if I can play my cards right, I might be able to make the jump over to adult films! It's not a life-changing amount of money but it's certainly more than I was making before. So what if I gained twenty plus years overnight, I gained 50 pounds of muscle and traded my crappy apartment out for my own condo unit! I'm sure I can make this work. I... I've got to make this work. I don't have any other choice.
