A Possession A Daylight

There was something so sexy to Stephen Doyle about watching some kind of strange, unassuming creature exploring its environment while having taken over the body of another human. “Amazing,” said the creature who had, just a few weeks ago, been his college roommate—a young man named Gabriel, a 2nd generation mixed race guy with roots in just about every race, though he usually just referred to himself as Latino.

Stephen didn’t talk to Gabe much; though he did have to admit he was quite the looker, and certainly a bit of a charmer; he just knew vague details about the guy after skimming through Gabriel’s application for the cultural exchange program. Gabe had asked for his help during the process (Stephen was trying to become a lawyer and had plenty of experience scouring through long and dry papers).

What program? Well...

The year was about 2032. Mankind was no longer alone. Though the past few decades had been turbulent with the threat of nuclear annihilation, invasion, broken treaties, and a dinner party that nearly lead to the end of all sentient life on the planet, the world had finally calmed down. For the first time in years, species big and small were able to take each other’s hands and move forward into the future.

Part of that step was the Cultural Exchange Program throughout universities on all corners of the world. Due to his financial situation (and what Stephen assumed was undiagnosed ADHD), Gabriel had chosen to take part in such a program to reap the benefits they offered. And the result was a parasite—no, Stephen shook his head as he tried to eliminate such a word from his vocabulary while describing the Pommeterians. Too much blood had been spilled on both sides, and to not honor that was to allow those sacrifices to go on in vain. The results were a symbiotic race of people that used hosts bodies in order to experience the world and build their societies. While initially hostile in peace treaties, the voluntary hosts from humanity and the willingness to co-exist allowed for peace to come for the two species.

And for people like Stephen, a new way to explore one’s sexuality. “So, c-can he hear what you’re doing and saying?” he asked, eager to learn more. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Gabriel’s body as it looked down at himself, inspecting the various limbs and muscles he now controlled.

The Pommeterian stopped and stared at Stephen. This being the first time in a human body, it was not particularly good at facial expressions yet. That was fine, Stephen found those difficult to master as well. “I… Hmm… perhaps we should share names, first,” he said. “I will be your roommate for the rest of the semester, after all.”

Gabriel’s hands were trembling. What was he going to do? Stephen stealthy grabbed a pillow and placed it on his lap to hide erection. The anticipation was killing him.

Then, Gabriel’s body brought its fingers together and raised it up about halfway—just about his stomach—palm facing down. “My name is Argophlux, of the Shayd Clan. Th-This is a handshake, correct? I’ve seen a few videos and clips about your customs, s-so…” Although his face and voice remained a bit flat, there was no denying the slight blush that crept upon his cheeks, nor how red his ears were turning. "Now I'm starting to realize that those videos may not have been entirely accurate."

Stephen’s cock softened, but his heart began to flutter. “Here. Let me.” With a gentle demeanor like a knight from a fairy tale, Stephen held Gabriel’s hand and carefully guided Argophlux through the proper steps. “Like this,” he said, fingers intertwined as they shook their hands together.

“Ahh…! It’s… it feels so quaint. So good. Feeling our palms connected, it's as if our souls are becoming entangled!" Argophlux exclaimed. Stephen nodded, his cheeks flushed. "You have my thanks, my friend.” The flatness in his voice remained, but Stephen could sense the sincerity from him. “And your name…?”

“Stephen Doyle, but just Stephen is fine. To be honest, I’ve heard so much about your kind, but seeing you now… Yeah, you’re just like us.”

“Like you?”

Stephen nodded. “Yeah, like I don’t really get any of these people, either.” He gestured towards the outside window, where people were hanging around the large lawn near the student union. Summer was stubbornly hanging on, and so most of the student body was enjoying the warm weather and perfectly going through the motions of interactions with not even a hint of difficulty that Stephen usually had. “Honestly, it’s fascinating looking at you. It's like I'm looking... no, never mind," he said, shaking his head.

To call Argophlux a mirror would just be pure arrogance. He didn't know him well enough to make such a comparison. But, seeing how similar they were… it felt as though Stephen could see another spectrum of himself, like when light goes through a prism and allows one to see the entire spectrum of color. Somehow, it felt like Stephen could see something about himself he hadn't quite understood until now.

And not only that… he rose from his chair and crawled on Gabe’s bed. He approached Argophlux, who didn’t withdraw or even seem the slightest bit uncomfortable. Their noses were almost touching. Their chest, rising and falling in an anxious rhythm, were almost in sync. Slowly, Stephen raised and hand and cupped Gabe's cheek.

“Can Gabriel see what you’re doing?” asked Stephen.

Argophlux nodded. “Yes, and he speaks to me. He tells me many things. And one such thing is that he wants you to keep going.” Stephen froze at those words. He stared deep into Gabe’s eyes, and he could’ve sworn the real Gabe stare back with a deep, longing look. A trick of the light, or was Stephen just seeing what he wanted to see?

Argophlux took the lead. He tackled Stephen onto the bed and pinned him down with Gabe’s body. Now the two were panting as they stared at each other, their crotches touching and the heat fully shared between them. “I’ve seen clips of it, once,” said Argophlux, Gabe’s lips quivering as he spoke. “I-I’ve always found humans… so fascinating. I-Interesting. I… I’ve been wanting… to touch you all. To feel these sensations you’ve had the privilege of feeling.” With one hand, he traced Stephen’s lips. “Have you ever kissed anyone before? Can you show me how?”

Stephen nodded. “I’ll show me many things. You and Gabe both.”

Their legs intertwined, and Argophlux lowered Gabe’s body so he was resting on Stephen’s. Their lips touched, and soon their clothes were discarded so they could feel the other’s flesh in their raw, passionate, and unorthodox three-way.

Humanity and the Pommeterians had many things to learn from each other indeed.

—–

Before Rodrick could shave off that last smidgen of new body hair, he began to twitch and tingle.

“Aw shit. Not again.”

He dropped his dad’s razor as his movements became spastic and almost seizurey. Slamming into the door during this trial of resistance, Rodrick fell to the floor and began to feel his limbs shrink and become cloth-like. He didn’t even notice that his head and chest had already formed into the white crotch pouch and that his lower back and butt had become the cursed underwear’s backings. He groaned. Would this become a normal thing now? As his limbs finally disappeared Rodrick was left on the cold tile flooring of his bathroom.

On the bright side, he would have a new perspective on a room he takes for granted everyday. At the same time, why the hell would he care? “Shit! I’m going to miss the game!” Rodrick thought as he tried to shift his new body but to no avail. Again, he couldn’t believe that something as shitty as this would had happen to him. Sure, he was a bit of an asshole and he had a lot enemies, but did it have to lead to this?

On the bright side, he now had the time to actually decipher who could’ve done this to him. Before he started to brainstorm, he heard the front door slam open and felt the familiar thuds created by his dad’s footsteps.

“Rodrick!? Where the hell are you!?”

Although his father wasn’t abusive, he was incredibly strict. Prior to meeting Rodrick’s mom, he had been a military sargeant and was often spitting orders out at his men. 15 years away from the military took a toll, however, as his dad now sported a beefy belly, fatty pecs, muscular-fat arms and legs, and a heavy dusting of hair everywhere on his body. Earlier that month, Rodrick began to worry he might become a carbon copy of his dad in nineteen years when he became his age, that is, age 40.

He heard the thumps and the mini earthquakes get louder as his dad approached the bathroom, which Rodrick left unlocked. “Front and center, kid, you need to do some housework!” The entire chore situation, in Rodrick’s opinion, was bull. While he did all the work, his father would just lay around on the couch “exhausted” from his day at work. He works the dayshift as a police officer, Rodrick thought, how could he be exhausted? Nothing ever happens.

Jack marched into Rodrick’s room, seeing nothing out of the ordinary in the lit-up area. “Must be around here somewhere. I turned off that lamp earlier” he grumbled, looking around with a squint. “Must'a went to a friend’s.” Walking out of the room, Jack noticed the bathroom door slighlty ajar. Expecting to see his son on the toilet, Jack nudged the door ever so slightly, but with his body weight the door almost slammed on the doorstopper.

Inside, he saw no sign of Rodrick. Instead, he saw his razor misplaced on the counter but still full of short curls of brown body hair. “What the-?” On the floor, Jack saw a piece of underwear with a gold elastic banding the fabric all together. He picked it up, examining the snow white intensity of its color and feeling the velvety texture of its fabric. Jack felt the compulsion to sniff the seemingly clean underwear – there was a hint of musk, he thought, and, for some reason, he decided to put it on.

Meanwhile, Rodrick was screaming.

Nobody else was here, and his wife was on a business trip, Jack thought. His son wouldn’t have any clue that this pair was under his pants. As far as Rodrick would know, he would still be the sargeant in charge of this household.

Rodrick looked in the mirror after his dad placed him on the counter and saw his old man start to pull down his tight blue cop pants. Instantly, Rodrick shuts his “eyes” before he could get a glimpse of his dad’s loose short cut boxers that housed his privates. Although he couldn’t see, Rodrick heard his dad’s boxers fall to the ground and he felt his fabric getting clenched between his dad’s fist. He felt his dad’s beefy legs in between the leg holes and felt himself riding up into his dad’s ass, which smelt like a monster.

Jack rubbed his package as he looked at himself in the mirror. Never has he worn underwear this tight yet fitting. After giving it a good stare, he pulled up his cop pants and pulled a belt around the loops. He patted himself down and looked at himself again in the mirror.

Rodrick gained his dad’s senses and was looking out of his eyes. As he walked out the bathroom, Rodrick could feel his dad’s beefy meat and hidden muscles shift around. It was almost the same sensation as the one he felt when he gained his coach’s senses, except there was a little less fat. As an observer, Rodrick could smell the musky B.O. that his dad brought with him after a day of work. The uniform his father was wearing clinged on to the sweat produced by the muscles and beef that Rodrick could now feel as his own. Once again, he felt the soft fabric of the underwear, which was his body, hug his dad’s body tightly. The entire experience was disgusting. Why his dad out of all people? His dad’s eyes focused on the fridge as he felt his stomach start to groan.

“This doesn’t look too old. Hell, I had to eat worse in the military.” Jack grabbed onto a half-eaten BLT and gave it a sniff. “Smells alright.” He placed the sandwich on a plate and walked to on his favorite couch. Sinking in a little, Jack turned on the TV and channel surfed while taking a couple of bites out of his decayed food. Before even finding a channel to settle on, Jack finished the BLT and instantly started snoring on the couch.

Rodrick laid in complete darkness, pissed off, as he felt his father’s snores come out of his mouth. “Damnit! Why my dad!? Why my asshole piece of lazy shit dad!?” He sighed. He could be out with a girl right now. He could be going to a party. He started shifting around, pushing and pulling, hoping he could get some autonomy over his new body. Unfortunately, it didn’t work. As he laid there for a couple minutes, he could feel his dad’s stomach start to rumble, and not because of hunger. “Aw shit. Literal shit.” Rodrick felt the pressure start to build up yet his dad continued to snore. “C'mon dad. Get the hell up.” He focused his senses on his dad’s head and pushed. Rodrick forced every sense he had into the big head that he was now partly inhabiting then…

Jack’s head and upper body propelled forward, almost slamming deep into the coffee table in front of it. “Wh-what!?” Jack patted his body then grabbed onto his throat. “OH SHIT I’M TALKING?” Jack swung his arms around as if he was testing their range of motion. “No way…” Jack grabbed onto the edge of the sofa and pushed his huge body up to its feet. “Hell yeah. No more sitting around! College football captain one day. Ruler of my house the next! Hear that dad!? Your boy Rodrick is a fucking sergeant now!” Jack trounced around, posing awkwardly in cop poses before feeling a brick of cement drop in his stomach. The big man ran to the bathroom, shaking the ground with each step. Stumbling into the bathroom, Jack struggled to remove the belt off his pants, which for some reason was binded to one hole too far. As soon as he got it off, Joe grabbed onto the golden waiststrap and almost shoved it down. “Wait, if I take this off, then I lose connections with my dad, right?” He felt the pressure start to build. “WHAT THE HELL EVER!” Joe pulled off the tight briefs. Clenching his eyelids, he didn’t feel any different. The briefs were still around his legs which was maybe why he-

Rodrick panted as he flushed the toilet for the fifth and final time. “This is why don’t eat week-old shit” he said, but with his dad’s deep, raspy, sargeant-like voice. He grabbed onto the roll of toilet paper and wiped his dad’s ass. He took a deep breath. It was weird having full control of the person whom he’s known his entire life, who scolded him and told him to do shit. Rodrick got up and pulled the underwear - his apparent body - over his dad’s ass. He nudged his head over to his body’s right armpit before wincing in pain. “Holy shit you stink. Or… I stink. Shit. Now I’m going to have to shower… in your body. Walking into his parent’s bedroom, Rodrick took out one of his dad’s muscle shirts and a pair of knee-length drawstring shorts from a wardrobe.

Jack, standing in front of the mirror, unbuttoned his tight cop uniform, exposing a loose white undershirt that stretched around his giant gut and mounds of pecs. He put his left hand on a pec and another right on top of his belly, giving the two meaty cakes a shake while laughing a staccato that was familiar to his son’s. Jack glanced at the yellow stains near the pit areas and nodded his head over to his right armpit, inhaling a massive, musky stink that he now realized enveloped his entire body. “Damn it, dad, you forgot the deodorant.” Jack moved his head back to face his reflection and examined his face, noting out loud the features he and his son shared. He patted his bearded cheeks, watching it jiggle a bit before settling down then moved his hand up to his hair, which was shaved almost to the scalp. Jack stumbled back a bit after noticing the intensity of his own eyes, which were a deep, serious gray that could probably win any stareoff…

“Shit, dad, even when I look at you in your own body I still get intimidated.” Rodrick blinked his dad’s eyes before struggling to pull off the tight shirt that trapped the heated sweat and musk that had been there since his dad had started work. Seeing his dad’s hairy belly jiggle as he pulled off his shirt was repulsing to Rodrick. After seeing the infamous gut as a kid, Rodrick made it his goal to never have a smidge of unnecessary fat on his body. With the shirt finally off, Rodrick gagged a little before turning his dad’s body so that his side reflects in the mirror.

“Alright. Back to seeing this nasty sight again.” Jack pulled his black, leather belt out of the loops of his cop pants before zipping down the front area that contained his hefty package – a personal feature that he often boasted about during his time over seas. Looking in the mirror, Jack noted the outline of his bulgey ass in his behind. “Thanks for passing this down though, dad.” He squeezed his own ass. “Ladies love it.” Satisfied, Jack peeled off his pants once again, exposing his hairy legs protruding out of his tight new briefs.

(AI generated art by Jammer Link)

‘Just so you know, my dad came in this weekend,’ my boyfriend texted me.

I let out a groan. I’d just finished a workout and didn’t need to have his dad here. Part of it was just because of the unexpected company. The rest was because there was this new gummy supplement that I’d been taking that had some unusual side effects.

Don’t get me wrong, it was unbelievable for muscle growth. I’d been a pretty average gym goer until I started taking them, but with them I wouldn’t stop growing. It could be up to almost a pound of muscle a day. I’d been a standard jock at 5’10” and 176 pounds but after taking them for a couple of months I’d shot up to 6’1” and was nearing 215 pounds. My gains were unprecedented. People in the gym begged me for my secrets. I wouldn’t tell them.

It was due to the side effects. Immediately after taking them, I’d become incredibly dominant. That wouldn’t be a problem; but then every man in the area would get a whiff of my scent and then become incredibly submissive. I only tried them once in the gym and I had damn near every guy asking to help me lift and running their hands across my body. It was so hard to fight off. It was nice with my boyfriend, a little less fun with complete strangers. Though, my boyfriend suggested that I try it again, but he has to be around that time.

“Mr. Bryson?” I called as I returned home. “Hello?”

“Over here boy,” a deep and powerful voice summoned me. It didn’t sound familiar, but I felt an uncontrollable urge to do as he said. A strange smell lingered in the house. I smelled it deeper.

‘Oh shit…’ I suddenly realized what was going on. Especially when I walked into the living room. There stood an unbelievably jacked man. No shirt. No shoes. But someone I definitely wanted to service. My mouth hung open as I took in the absolute mountain of a man. He had to be 7’ tall and had to weigh over 500 pounds. I thought my growth was big, this was beyond next level.

“M-Mr. Bryson?” I stammered as I looked him up.

He grunted in the affirmative. I felt my dick go hard. “Just so you know I found some candy and ate the whole thing. Real good shit.”

“Of course, sir! Our home is your home!” my fingers flexed. Partially out of rage, but a deeper urge of lust. I was in a battle to not just curl up under that man’s massive and run my hands down his body.

“Good man,” he pat my shoulder as he splayed his body down on the leather couch. His feet went far past the arm rest. Those massive hands went between his legs and started to play with his cock, almost absentmindedly. The smell intensified. I felt a deep longing moan escape me.

“H-how’s work!” I forced out. It was the most neutral thing I could think of. My head was swarming with all sorts of ideas. My boyfriend had given me so many. From sniffing my armpits to licking my feet, all of them were buzzing around in my head but I was doing them to this giant.

“Fucking sucks,” Mr. Bryson grunted. “Got a piece of shit boss that really needs to hear a piece of my mind. Don’t know why I haven’t told that little fucker off yet. Doesn’t know his face from his ass.”

I squirmed in my seat. Hearing the man talk was nearly as good as sex itself. Though, the thought that his passive side was completely gone seemed to be the reason. I’d always thought he was a bit too weak willed and never stuck up for himself. But now? There was no one who would even think twice about it.

“You treatin my boy well?” Mr. Bryson asked.

“Huh? Oh yes sir! I try to make him happy everyday.”

“Oh? How?”

“Sex!” I blurted out. I instantly covered my mouth. I hadn’t meant to say it. It just came out.

Mr. Bryson’s eyebrow raised. “Oh? And who’s on top?”

“I-I-I am sir. He likes to be on bottom,” I answered.

“Hmmm…” Mr. Bryson seemed to be mulling something over. His hand went to his chin and scratched the stubble on it. “Show me.”

“S-s-show you?” My dick throbbed. A longing moan escaped me. I may have been across the room, but I almost jumped at the chance.

“Show me,” he repeated. His voice sterner. “Show me what he does to show you he likes it.”

My sex addled brain complied. “Hey there big guy,” I strutted over to him. I dropped down to my knees. My hand went to his chest and gently rubbed the huge pec. The musk was overwhelming. There was no more fighting it. My nose went deep into his pit and gave it a powerful whiff. The smell of his sweaty BO filled my head only making me all the more excitable.

“It wasn’t too rough of a day at work now, was it?” I continued playing the sub. I was surprisingly good at imitating my boyfriend. My hand gently parsed through the hair running along Mr. Bryson’s abs. I leaned in for a kiss. His scruff scratched against my bare face. He accepted my kiss and our tongues wrestled. He led the tempo, but I could keep up. “Well. I can make it all better.” I giggled as I pulled away.

My finger traced the outline of his massive pecs. They danced their way down to his abs. Then found it’s way into his shorts. The man was already hard. His cock throbbed as I grabbed it. Even though my hand’s were massive, it still felt like I was holding onto a beer can. I gently stroked it. “How’s that make you feel?”

“Good…” Mr. Bryson grunted. His body flexed. Hands gripped whatever they could. Under his strength he accidently snapped the back of the couch. That would have to be a problem for another day.

Right now, I was a bit distracted. Especially as I pulled the rod out of his shorts. My eyes went wide. My mouth hung open. I’d never been a cock sucker, but God damn did I want to shove it into my mouth. But then there were other ideas. My hole quivered. I let out a moan.

“Well, boy?” Mr. Bryson demanded.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I straddled Mr. Bryson’s massive body and lined his cock up with my ass. I could feel the pre already dripping and coating my ass and his cock. I pressed down on it. My hands clawed at his abs at the pressure. I couldn’t help myself. A deep sensual moan escaped me as my body writhed. Little by little I worked my way down onto his cock. I’d only taken my boyfriend’s a couple of times and it was no where near as big or wide as this. Somehow the gummy supplements must have been help open me up.

Mr. Bryson bucked as more of his cock was engorged by my ass. His eyes went wild as his body gave into the sexual drive. All that confidence and strength meant nothing under his sexual arousal. I could feel his cock throb with delight. Each thrust I gave him sent another wave of pleasure rocketing through him. He couldn’t help himself. His back arched and he finished inside me.

“Oh fuck!” I called out as I couldn’t help myself, splattering his furry chest with my own seed. I rode Mr. Bryson’s wild ride and then fell limp on his body. His big arms wrapped around me.

“Well… Guess if my boy treats you this well, you ain’t half bad…”

“Mate, you’ve got to get out of the water – the beach’s closed off!”

“Oh, it doesn’t matter – at least there’s nothing lying about here, and the water’s so beautifully clear!” Chris called out to his friends, who had been waiting at the top of the cliff overlooking the beach. Ever since the bike ride had started, Chris had needed to cool off. He’d already run out of water; it had evaporated on his skin after he’d poured it over himself. No sooner had he spotted the beach than he’d set off running – and hopped into the cool waves in his full cycling gear.

But he didn’t know what lurked in the waves. An ancient water god, longing to return to the world, to slip into a fresh body, to wreak havoc amongst mortals. For no sooner had Chris stood in the cool waves than the god’s ghostly arms wrapped around him and his essence penetrated Chris’s body.

With a sharp tearing sound, the expensive cycling kit ripped apart – the god didn’t need a skinny cyclist; he needed physical strength. Muscles filled Chris’s swaying body; bones bent and broke and fused back together. His chest bulged forward, his skin stretching, his arms swelling, hanging further and further away from his ribcage as the space between the two parts of his body widened. His shoulders cracked as Chris stared, as if in a daze, at his swelling arms.

The god was far from finished with him. His voice grew ever louder in Chris’s head, like a mighty roar of crashing waves that seemed to wash away Chris’s own thoughts. It was the sprouting on his skin that threw Chris completely off balance and allowed the god to gain power over the hands of his new body. With no control over his own limbs, Chris’s hands massaged his chest, where a dense jungle of dark hair was sprouting. Chris gasped, unable to defend himself – unwilling and yet willing at the same time to let this treatment of his body happen. Long, dark brown strands curled across his upper body, filling the space beneath his arms, wandering down to his groin. Chris felt… as if something within him was becoming complete. “That’s right,” it whispered in the back of his mind, like the gentle murmur of the surf. “This is what I look like.”

“I…,” Chris whispered, his voice breaking as he spoke. His sense of self shifted as his vocal cords lengthened and his Adam’s apple grew larger, before disappearing beneath a thick beard. “That’s me,” rumbled a voice from Chris’s throat, his hands all over his body. The dark brown hair on his chin was now several inches long, thick and full, not a patch of skin to be seen within.

Chris no longer noticed how a pair of blue swimming trunks materialised from the tatters of his neon-yellow cycling outfit, stretching tight across his thighs, the hairs on which danced in the gentle waves of the water. He was no longer Chris. No, that pathetic little boy vanished, as if into a deep cave on the seabed several thousand metres below.

Pride and self-confidence simply oozed from the pores of the man the water was shaping there. Phorkys now closed his eyes as his hands glided over his hairy body. One last time, his hands buried themselves in his chest hair, then he snapped his eyes open. They glowed blue. In a booming voice that made the waves tremble, he roared his name. Then he spun round abruptly and turned to the horrified mortals on the cliff who had witnessed his return.

With his hand on his crotch and a lascivious gleam in his eyes, he pointed at them. “Come on over; my companions are looking for their return... – or the sea will come… to take you away.”

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Baseball Dad // Father’s Day 1

“Hey Nick. You excited for the game today?” my dad asked me, still focused on the road. “Yeah dad. You know I am! I didn’t even go to sleep last night” I said, antsy to arrive at the field as fast as possible.

See, today – Father’s Day – is my school’s annual ‘Father-Son Baseball Game’ day, where all of our dads get to join in and play a game for themselves. I know, I know. Seems a bit lame for adult seniors to do with their dads. But there’s a twist this year, all thanks to Jerry, my friend who also happens to the Coach Greene’s son: we’ll get to be our dads!

About a week ago, Jerry found some magic wrinkle-remover spray from his attic that, apart from obviously removing wrinkles, puts the physical body of whoever’s wearing the clothing inside the clothing. It’ll make sense in a bit. Jerry didn’t tell the team that at first though. On the day when the shipment of adult-sized jerseys came in, Jerry and Coach Greene were the first people to see them. The two walked into Coach’s office – Greene holding the shipment and Jerry holding the spray. After a couple of minutes with some rustling noises, Coach Greene came out sporting the blue and white jersey with our team’s name on it, but Jerry was no where in sight. Then out of the blue, Coach Greene yelled at all of us to drop and do twenty pushups! After we did ten reps, Coach started to laugh hysterically – something we never see him do. “Hey guys. You can stop now” he said, still chuckling, “your friend Jerry’s in here.” We looked up, out of breath, and saw Coach, smug face and all, pointing at himself with his thumb. “Don’t believe me?” He grabbed the bottom hem of the jersey and pulled it up, gradually revealing more and more of Jerry’s body shape until the jersey was completely off and the top half was now all Jerry – arms, head, and all. He still had Coach’s legs though, which looked really weird in combination. Before we had a chance to take in what happened, Jerry pulled down the Jersey again, and we watched as Coach’s giant forearms and biceps came out of the arm holes and Coach’s head popped out of the collar hole. “You guys ready to be your dads?” Jerry said in his dad’s deep voice.

—

My dad and I got out of the car and headed to the sign-up table where Coach Greene was handing out the adult-sized Large and XL jerseys to all the dads.

“How’s it been Joe?” asked Coach, who was glancing down at me in particular. “And you look excited.”

“Everything’s been well, Mike. Thanks… Say, where’s Jerry? Haven’t seen him lately. Billy’s been wanting to see him” my dad said in his deep voice, giving me a pat on the back.

“Uhh Jerry’s been helping me get ready for today. Might be behind-the-scenes for a bit until the game starts” Coach said, giving a bit of an awkward chuckle at the end. “Anyways, are those your change of clothes, Joe? You mind if I see them?” He pointed at the duffle bag my dad was carrying. My dad handed the bag over while Coach took out an XL jersey and the wrinkle-remover spray. “This stuff works like a charm” he chuckled, spraying the jersey and my dad’s pants inside the bag. “Alright well I’ll see you in a bit Joe!” he said, and began to greet the son and dad who were behind us.

“Hey. Has Coach been acting any different lately?” my dad asked me as we approached the locker room. “He seemed sort of nervous. And, for as long as I’ve known that guy, he’s never nervous.”

“Uh. I think he’s just been stressed with setting today up” I lied.

“And what was up with the whole spray thing? I could’ve sworn he didn’t believe in using those things. And he didn’t even glance at your clothes.”

“Not sure, dad” I said, walking into the locker room. Inside, we saw one of the dads looking at himself in the full-body mirror. Right as we walked by, the man glanced at me in the mirror and smirked, before flexing one of his biceps.

“Sheesh, that guy was full of himself” my dad whispered to me as we entered a private changing area. I closed the door behind us and pretended to set out my clothes as my dad actually did. As my dad took out his compression shorts and red and black pants, I heard two older men talking to each other.

“Dude this is fucking awesome. My dad’s buff as shit.”

“Damn man, I’m jealous. My dad’s outta shape. I don’t know how well I’m gonna do in the field today.” The two men chuckled before walking out the area.

I glanced at my dad who seemed to take note of the conversation that just went on, but he seemed preoccupied as he buttoned the waist button of his pants. He then grabbed the jersey and took a whiff of it, seemingly pleased at the scent the spray give it. I turned around as he put it on and pretended to put my own baseball jersey on. I heard a grunt come from behind me, and, turning back around, I saw only my dad’s pants and jersey on the ground. My dad himself was literally gone!

Excited, I threw my uniform to the corner of the changing room and grabbed my dad’s pants. I held it in my hand for a minute, almost doubtful that’ll it would actually work, before stepping into it with first my right leg, then my left. In what defied all logic, my right foot popped out the other end, then my left, without the pants scrunching up at all. I took a closer look and saw that they weren’t my Size 10 feet, but my dad’s Size 13. I wiggled my toes and saw my dad’s wiggle, gently shaking the hair follicles that lined the knuckles of his feet. I bent down, not yet realizing I had gained 5 inches of height, and felt my dad’s giant calves and thighs stretching the soft, charcoal fabric of the pants he chose. I pulled my right pant leg up, and saw hair all over my leg that seemed to go way further up than I could view. I pulled my pant leg back down and looked in the mirror, and saw a half-goliath, half-kid standing awkwardly in the middle of a changing room. Giddy beyond belief, I grabbed the adult sized jersey and, like my dad, gave it a whiff, smelling a mix of laundry soap and my dad’s cologne. I turned around, facing away from the mirror, and slipped my left and right arm through the ginormous jersey, leaving the rest of the fabric hanging in front of my body. What came out were my dad’s hugely built forearms and his swollen biceps now stretching the fabric. I pulled my arms in front of me and felt the hairy roughness of his arms, experimentally giving them a squeeze only to find out how solid they actually were. I looked at my new, large hands and felt the callousness of them thst resulted from years of being a physical trainer. Not wanting to delay it even further, I turned around to face the mirror, grabbed the back fabric of the jersey, closed my eyes, and pulled the fabric down over my head and torso. Not opening my eyes, I slowly lifted my right arm from my side and touched my chest, which I could feel bulged the fabric outward. I slowly opened my clenched eyes, and saw my dad in the mirror do the same. I stared at my reflection, which now took up the entirety of the mirror, and blinked. I raised my eyebrows, checking to see if my dad would do the same, and touched the wrinkles on my forehead. I brushed my large, now proportionally-sized, hand through my new hair, feeling maturity in both its style and its touch, and muttered “whoaaaaa.” My eyes opened wide - as my dad’s in the mirror - as I yelled “OH MY FUCKING SHIT.” My free left hand shot up to my throat, feeling the rigid Adam’s Apple that now pushed on my skin. “Testing testing” I said to no one, hearing my dad’s deep, scratchy voice coming out of my voicebox. I looked in the mirror again and, with both arms now raised, noticed the sheer volume of the muscle mass now contained in my arms. I flexed my arms, observing my muscles expand as if monsters were breathing in and out inside of my flesh. I put my arms down, and in doing so felt my huge pecs pop. Confused, I looked in the mirror and focused on my pecs. And suddenly, they started to bounce up and down. “I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW THEY COULD DO THAT” I yelled, my dad’s voice echoing back at me. I dipped my hand under my shirt hem and, surprisingly, felt no muscles there. I lifted the Jersey and saw my normal body there instead of my dad’s rugged abs. I put my jersey back down and instead awkwardly shoved my arm into the collar hole. Because of the size of my arms and the tightness of the shirt, I could only feel up to upper chest, but it was still surreal nonetheless. I looked in the mirror once again, taking note of my cologne’s amazing scent. “I’m Joe Martin. I’m 35 years old and I work as a physical trainer.” I smiled at myself, now feeling the physical high of adult life.

As I was tying my shoes, I heard a knock on the door and a voice – who I recognized to be Coach’s – say “Joe you in there? We’re starting up soon.” I finished knotting my shoe and stood up, almost stumbling forward due to my new height of 6'5".

“Yeah Coach. I’ll be out in a sec!” I said just a little bit too loud, not used to my amplified voice.

“Haha. We’ve known each other for years now. In case you don’t remember, you can call me Mike, even on the field. Anyways, I’ll see you out there” he said before I heard his footsteps exit. I looked in the mirror and patted down my blue and white jersey, which had my ‘son’s’ team name spelled out on the front. I took a minute to examine my bulging muscles again, feeling their hardness once again before moving down to squeeze my huge ass and adjusting my large package. I looped a black belt around my waist, and smoothed down my pants before grabbing my duffle bags, opening the door and walking out.

I stood in awe for a moment, scanning the tops of lockers that, for so long, towered over me. I was interrupted by a man’s voice yelling down the hallway.

“Hey Nick is that you!? Number 33 right!?” the familiar man yelled before jogging up to me. “Dude it’s me! It’s Trevor! Well, I mean, I’m Thomas right now.”

“Hey man. Never knew your dad was on the big and hairy side” I said, giving the 6'3" man a nudge and a fist bump.

“Aw shut up. I might be fat, but I got some catcher skills on me” he said jokingly. “Anyways, we gotta head out. Do whatever you need and I’ll see you on the field.” He ran off, his belly fat jiggling as he took a step.

I took off running too, feeling the physical prowess of my new, developed body and saw a crowd of guys waiting behind the gate. “Hey! I know you guys are adults, but you gotta get here on time too!” muttered one of the dads, who sported a black baseball hat, some scruff, and black-and-white shorts.

“You’re Nick right?” he said, “its Aaron in here!” The man jabbed his chest with his thumb. “You’re up to bat next, man… and with arms like those you better hit a homer. Good luck out there!” He pushed me onto home plate.

Using my magical watch, I was able to stop time. Just one click, and time itself would stop completely. When I first got the watch, I used it the same way any kid would. I explored the neighborhood and maybe caused a little bit of trouble. I could steal things, and nobody would notice. I could go into any place, and I’d never get caught. 

Soon, I realized that as long as time was stopped, I was not actually human. I was something more than that. I was moving around like particles through the time-stopped world. I learned that if I concentrated, I could go through objects and walls. The natural next step was for me to try it on people.

One day, early in the morning, I stopped time and entered the home of Tom Peterson, a neighbor of ours. He was a single man, in his early 30s, living alone. At a young age, I might not have been able to put an exact description on it, but I had always felt a certain attraction to him. He was a big man, bigger than my dad, that was for sure. He had a broad back and a wide chest, with big arms that always swung out to his side and looked as if they were just about to bust out of his shirt sleeves. His face was square and rugged, and darkly-featured. To me, as a kid, he looked like Superman.

When I entered his home, he was in the master bathroom, in front of the mirror, just out of the shower. The steam in the room was still lingering, suspended in the air.

I realized that it was the first time I had ever seen him in just his underwear. Quite possibly, it was one of the first times I realized exactly what that attraction was that I had always felt towards him. 

As I’d practiced doing on objects and walls, I closed my eyes and concentrated on moving through Mr. Peterson’s body. I reached out and put my hand on his back. The moment my fingers met his skin, I flew into his body. Instead of flying straight through, I found myself abruptly stopped by a shape, and I found that I was able to move freely around within that shape, which was the shape of Mr. Peterson.

I set time into motion again. It was a success. I had been able to possess someone while time was stopped, and stay in control of their body once time resumed.

I stepped up to the mirror and examined the vessel I was now in. I was an adult. Bigger than my dad. Looked like Superman. As a kid, can you imagine anything better? I enjoyed myself a lot those first few times I possessed Mr. Peterson. It was mostly just silly kid stuff, you know. I made muscle-man poses in the mirror, I tried on his big shoes, tried reaching things on all the top shelves of his house. But as I got older, I of course found that there were all kinds of fun new ways for me to enjoy being in Mr. Peterson’s body.

He remained a favorite of mine to possess all the way through high school. And even though I’ve now long moved on from that place, and possessed the bodies of countless people since then, I do go back to visit him sometimes. He’s gotten a little older, but I still have the same attraction to him now as I did when I was a kid. 

“Alright sir, your total will be $134.18 today. Cash or Card?”

“Neither. I usually don’t need to pay for things like this.”

I was befuddled by the forwardness, “I’m sorry sir, but you are going to have to pay for your groceries today. Cash, card, or please get out of my line.”

“I’m sure we could come to an… arrangement.” In the middle of the store he took off his thin tee shirt.

He flashed a charming smile as he flexed his muscles, his torso on full display.

“I’m sorry sir, this is very inappropriate. I am refusing service. Please exit the store.”

“What, no one’s looking besides you. It’s just you and me right now baby,” his voice had gone low, smooth as silk, “come on, can’t you cut me a deal?” He practically shoved his musky body in my face. I felt a bead of sweat roll down my forehead. “You do me a favor, I’ll do one for you.”

Something about this felt strange. My face was flush as my clothes began to feel tight against my body. My polo suddenly was too warm, too tight, too scratchy against my body. My pants felt close to bursting. Even though my dick was straining against their right enclosure, begging to be set free, I felt the weight in my pocket more. My wallet was pressed tight against my thigh, a thick square almost squeezing out of my pocket. Unconsciously I had been tracing the outline.He had noticed.

“That’s it babe, pull it out.”

He shifted positions, placing his hand firmly on the wall behind me and began teasing.

“Make your daddy proud.”

“Please sir I-I”

“No please and begging babe. Just hand it over to Sir.”

“Ye-yes sir.”

I was already holding the wallet. I fiddled for a card-

“The whole thing.”

I handed him my wallet. He flashed a winning grin as he pulled out my driver’s license.

“Awww, such a good photo of you babe.” He flicked the plastic back at me. Under the heat of his presence and the heavy musk I was almost panting. He pulled out a green credit card.

“What’s my pin?”

I almost cried, “7352.”

“Good boy,” he swiped the card and took a step back. As the weight of him shifted I felt more relaxed, but somehow far emptier.

“Would…would you like a receipt Sir?”

“No receipt. You’re such a good boy,” the words burned in my ears. I was sure I looked like a wide eyed fool, but I was waiting, hoping he would say…

“Oh, you can cum for me now.” He said it.

I felt a wave crash over my body as he said it. I ripped out of my shirt as I grasped for my dick, too late to stop the thick damp spot from forming on the front of my khakis.

“Hopefully that body remains you of your Master.”

“Yes sir… thank you sir…”

“I will be keeping this.” He slid his wallet into his pocket, “And I expect to be able to use this whenever I need to.”

“Yes sir…” I watched as his beautiful body disappeared under his shirt again. Mine lay in tatters on the ground around me.

“Goodbye babe.” And with his dazzling smile he left.

“Thank you for shopping with us…” I shouted after him, far too loud and quickly.

As I looked around me, I couldn’t help but feel a deep shame and deep lust for what had just happened. My mind, body, and soul had realigned in just a few short minutes. There was only one question to ask myself,

“Shit… what am I going to tell my wife?”

"No one's around now, so if you wanna do that weird Casper-like shit by diving into my navel in your cold slick form, do it now,"

Stepping out into the light, he looked at me puzzled. "What do you want? You been following me again? You dumb fuck, I told you I'd beat the shot out of you if I saw you again," he slurred.

"You know Joshua, I don't think your in any position to threaten me. Your stupid drunk; like every Friday night." He grunted a reply, and balled his fist.

"Who the fuck are you anyway?"

"Someone looking for a place to hide, just for a couple of days. Maybe longer," I grinned.

"You think I'm going to let you hang out at my place? You are fucking dense," he growled and lunged at me, his thick muscular arms raised.

I didn't flinch, but just sidestepped him as he ran into the wall, and sunk to the ground. "Dumb fuck," I muttered to myself. "I thought you were going to be a challenge."

"Josh?" Another voice shouted out. I groaned, it was Craig.

Pulling the unconscious Joshua around the corner, I out. "Craig, go in and get some beers. I'll be in a minute." I'd been practicing Joshua's voice and it fooled Craig perfectly.

Waiting for the door to close, I yanked the heavy set jock to his feet and pushed him against the wall. He was an impressive creature, his heavy build was almost twice as big as me. "You'll do fine for a week, maybe I'll move to Craig later," I muttered excitedly.

With a well practiced manoeuvre, I folded into his body, pulling his identity and persona around me like carnival costume.

I choked, and gagged as Joshua's last resistance failed. Stretching and flexing I balled my new fists just as he did moments earlier. "Yes, you'll do find Joshua. Fit, strong popular guy with lots of jock friends--perfect."

Inside the house Craig was waiting. He threw me a beer, I caught it easily and gulped it down. "Let's watch some football," I laughed.

“Drew, you okay? You just suddenly passed out and now you’re touching yourself and grinning weirdly at god knows what.”

“Oh I’m fine. I’m just imagining all the dirty things I’m going to be doing to your ass once we arrive at our destination. In fact, I can feel my enormous package down there already anticipating the wild and raw action we’re going to have.”

“What the heck, dude! I know you’ve always been okay with me being gay and all, but you’re straight as a door nail! Not to mention we’re cousins, for God’s sake…”

“What?! You’re cousins?! Fuck!! I thought you guys were a couple, that’s why I projected myself into him in the first place. Jeez… guess I’ll just have to jerk off alone in the bathroom later. See y-”

“Wait what? You’re not actually Drew?”

“Sigh… Nope. You see that unconscious skinny nerd in the seat two rows from here? That’s me. I just used my newfound astral projection skills to take over your thick cousin here. Don’t worry though, I’ll leave him once I’m done pleasuring myself with his fat package.”

“Wait. So does that mean he won’t remember anything that happened while you’re in control?”

“That’s right.”

“Well, in that case… I might just take you up on that dirty idea you had earlier… After all I’ve always wanted to know how big he really is down there…”

“Really? That’s pretty sick you know….. And I like it. Let’s get off on the next station and I’ll show you exactly how big and dirty your cousin really is…”

“What about your old body over there though? Shouldn’t we bring it along?”

Ohh vaya, ya no sentía esta juventud desde hace años, Edgar tienes una gran polla apesar de tu corta edad, veamos *saca el teléfono*

Uffs eres joven y además rico no me imagino que haré en tu vida, y pensar que ayer era tu profesor de Quimica. . . Oh cierto tengo que contar cómo llegué aquí

Hace un tiempo mi amigo Marck y yo Zack estuvimos trabajando en encontrar el quinto estado de la materia, pero todo termino mal y explotamos, literalmente explotamos jaja trate de hablar pero no pude, mi cuerpo ya no era sólido se había transformado en un falso estado gaseoso no podría explicarlo, bueno gracias a esa transformación obtuve un "poder" nuevo como un regalo por mi experimento fallido, no supe nada de mi amigo. . . Bueno espero que esté bien, el aire me arrastraba a la ventilación hasta que salí afuera y estaba en la calle, *Crashhhh* algo me había golpeado y sentí como me introducia dentro de algo como por un tubo

Cuando recuperé la conciencia note que ya no flotaba en el aire, ahora otra vez tenía un cuerpo, pero . . . Oh rayos, recogí el teléfono del pavimento y note el reflejo de uno de mis estudiantes era Edgar él vive unas manzanas más adelante seguramente había salido a correr no es ese sujeto que sea deportista pero mierda me siento bien, estoy sudando y cansado me falta un poco el aire, inhaló y exhaló se siente tan bien respirar me siento joven! Bien Edgar vamos a Casa, oh rayos es raro caminar con tus piernas, casi tropiezo con otro sujeto que pasaba corriendo, -lo siento ~No te preocupes

Jaja tonto camine de regreso a mi casa, no iba a bajar al sotano al laboratorio, podría ser peligroso, tengo que recoger unas cosas para ver cómo podía regresar a la normalidad . . .y esa es la historia de cómo estoy ahora parado en el espejo con el cuerpo de uno de mis estudiantes

Me podría acostumbrar a ti Edgar, *saque mi nuevo pene* y comenzar a manipularlo, se excito muy rápido, ohh un poco de precum Estaba saliendo seguí estimulando tocando mi pecho ahhh~ se siente bien, oh mierda me siento bien volviendo a ser joven . . . Ahhh, ahhh aghhh había ensuciado todo el suelo con semen, no había eyaculado de esa forma antes, seguramente Edgar era ese tipo de sujeto recto con su polla por qué eso aparentaba con este paquete completamente recto

Escuché ruidos en la sala, ¿Sería un ladrón? Mierda seguramente fue raro que me metiera con el cuerpo de Edgar a mi casa, los vecinos son muy escandalosos, salí por la ventana del baño como pude y corrí hasta a mí nueva casa, me sentía bien lleno de energía y juventud, cuando me metí a la casa de Edgar, pude ver a su hermano mayor o no lo sé, solo subí al segundo piso, ahhh dónde la habitación de este tonto? La encontré gire la perilla y me metí y cerré rápidamente la puerta, cuando exploraba el cuarto escuché que tocaban la puerta

~Oh vamos cariño, vine a casa a pasar un buen rato contigo, en unas horas tengo que salir de la ciudad

•Lo siento no me siento con energía (No sabía que Edgar tenía novio, ni siquiera si era Gay)

~Por lo menos despídete de mí

•(Extrañamente me emocionaba tener novio, incluso si este cuerpo no me perteneciera, no quiero arruinar las cosas) Espera amor

*Abrí la puerta pero en ese momento él se abalanzó sobre mi y me besó caímos sobre la cama él era más grande y fuerte* hasta que sentí ganas de vomitar, sentía como salía del cuerpo de Edgar y me introducia al de su novio

Ahh ah ah, mierda mierda, mi respiración era muy pesada, trate de levantarme pero apenas podía mantenerme de pie, AHHHHG tome el control, Edgar estaba tirado en la cama como si estuviera desmayado, pero me siento bien hago estiramientos y me meto al baño de la habitación

Wow! Lindo novio Edgar jaja, bueno ahora este es mi cuerpo, ahh me siento caliente

Vayaa! Está pene se siente aún mejor jeje, me siento fuerte

*Desabrochó mi pantalón* jaja realmente me siento caliente, supongo que mi novio no se molestará que me masturbe, me fui a la cama y me acomodé, ahí estaba Edgar solo lo bese mientras estaba ahí desmayado, mi polla se sentía aún mas apretada en los boxers la saco ya completamente erecta y me masturbo saco mi teléfono para tomar unos vídeos jajs se siente bien ser joven me terminó por correr sobre mi sudadera, mierda la ensucie, tome una sudadera sucia de Edgar y me la puse, olía bien

*Mensaje nuevo*

Ummm quien le habla a este tipo, oh cierto él tiene que salir de la ciudad, bien veamos a dónde nos lleva

Baje a la sala tome las cosas de este tipo y le dejé un recado a mi novio (Nos vemos en un par de días amor, te quiere tu novio) saque las llaves del carro y sabía que iniciaba una nueva vida, podía ser quién sea !!

*Mensaje nuevo* Otra vez? Oh vaya, es el padre de este tipo, hmm veamos

~Papá: Hola Frank, ya subí al avión corre si no quieres perder el vuelo y perder tiempo en esperar otro, tu asiento esta alado del mío pasando el pasillo, ¡Corre!~ bueno por lo menos sé ahora mi nombre, me apresure en llegar, aborde el avión y tenía el asiento XX mire alado y había un sujeto saludandome

MIERDA Él es muy caliente para ser padre de este tipo, devolví el saludo, creo que me gusta mucho, no puedo esperar a estar a solas con él

El vuelo duro unas horas, y paso muy rápido, mi padre me saludo y me abrazo, lo aparte rápidamente mi polla reaccionó a su abrazo, discimule escondiendo mi erección con mi mochila.

Hasta que llegamos al auto, iríamos a un Starbucks, el pidió un té, yo no tenía apetito de nada, era ahora cuando tenía que actuar.

~Te pasa algo hijo? Te noto raro, quieres que lo hablemos?

• Papá, siento algo raro dentro de mi

~Tranquilo, ¿Que es lo que sucede?

•(Él realmente luce preocupado por su hijo esto será divertido) P-papá creo que me gustas tú

Él solo se quedó sorprendido y no dijo nada

•Papá, me gusta tu físico, tu voz, tu aroma, tus piernas, me gusta todo de ti umm jaja, ¿Me dejarías ser papá por un rato? Jeje

~¿Que es lo que estás diciendo?! Déjate de estupidec. . .

*En ese momento lo bese* y sentí como abandonaba el cuerpo de este chico para meterme en el de su padre, mi escencia llenaba su boca y me introducia dentro de él, llenando cada parte de él, cuando abrí los ojos ya no estaba en el cuerpo de Frank el novio de Edgar estaba viendo los shorts ajustados de su papá

Podia ver todo el vello que cubria este cuerpo, sus brazos y hasta mis nuevas piernas JAJAJA, por fin alguien grande como mi antiguo cuerpo, mi "hijo" estaba desmayado en el asiento del copiloto, es hora de investigar este apuesto cuerpo, conducí hasta donde me llevo el GPS parecía el departamento donde se quedarían estos dos, llegué al estacionamiento, tengo que saber más sobre este cuerpo, su nombre, su trabajo, dónde trabajo, TODO, deje a mi hijo en el auto y me apure a ir al departamento, este sujeto debe ser dueño de alguna empresa jaja este departamento se ve bien para mi, fui a mi recamara dónde ví por primera vez este lindo cuerpo mio, *Alarma discusión del nuevo proyecto* mierda justo cuando quiero disfrutar mi nuevo cuerpo tiene que trabajar, me apresure y me vestí con algo rápido, a este cuerpo le sientan bien los trajes

Cuando salí de mi recamara, estaba mi hijo acostado en el sillón, me dijo que se sentía mal, saque mi billetera oh carajo, este sujeto si que es rico, ni siquiera se cuándo billetes le di a mi hijo y le dije que fuera al doctor, papi tiene que trabajar, salí y subí de nuevo al coche, puse el GPS para que me llevará al trabajo, revise mi teléfono y en mis correos el asistente de este cuerpo me decía todo lo que tenía que hacer hoy, y temas sobre el debate de hoy, no es difícil, al parecer mi cuerpo actual se llamaba Fernando no suena mal además era él jefe de la empresa XXXXXXx, llegue a la oficina y me recibió un apuesto chico, él era mi asistente, tengo que aceptar que parece un modelo y que no debería estar perdiendo su tiempo en ser un asistente, podría ganar mucho más, pero bueno, fue un día totalmente loco, pero aprendí a usar mi nuevo poder

Al día siguiente

*Mensaje Nuevo*

"ZACK, Soy yo Marck, supongo que te ha pasado todo lo que a mí hoy, mi cuerpo ha desaparecido y ahora puedo poseer personas, estoy dentro de un sujeto que pasaba corriendo enfrente de tu casa, ví que uno de tus estudiantes se metió y cuando trate de alcanzarlo me metí dentro de un corredor, cuando recuperé la conciencia y me metí a buscarte ya no estabas y menos tu estudiante, llámame, estoy muy confundido, esto es muy raro por favor llama"

Oh Marck no sabe el gran regalo que nos dió ese experimento, me tomé una foto

"¿Te gusta Marck? Este es mi nuevo cuerpo, espero que te guste, si quieres verme estoy en XXXXXXXX toma el vuelo más rápido a XXXX XXXX te estaré esperando" le envié ese mensaje

"Ese eres tu Marck? No te puedo creer, eres realmente sexy"

Marck siempre me agrado y me trató bien, él me apoyo, pero quiero estar con él otra vez trabajando, quizá pueda poseer a mi asistente, ¡SI! Él cuerpo de mi asistente le gustará. Fui al trabajo y ahí estaba el futuro cuerpo de Marck cuando se descuido, lo tome por el cuello, lo deje sin aire hasta que se desmayo, bien veamos que tienes empacado, comenze a quitar su traje, y fui ahí donde supe que era un buen cuerpo, el tenía un lindo cuerpo y una linda cara y no hablemos de aquel bulto en esos boxers, me gustaría también poseerlo, pero me gusta ser el jefe aquí y ser respetado, lo ate a una silla y tome una foto

Escribí un mensaje para Marck, "Te gustaría ser mi asistente? Por favor di que sí" Marck rápidamente contesto que si jajaja, sabía que no podía resistirse tampoco, solo tengo que esperar a que llegue Marck y tu mi asistente ya no serás más tú jajaja, no te preocupes, pienso que Marck y yo podíamos dejarlos por otros cuerpos mejores, pero ustedes serían una base para regresar y que no se note el extraño comportamiento jajaja qué buen regalo!!

Life given away

Ohh boy, I haven't felt this young in years. Edgar, you have a big dick despite your young age. Let's see * take out the phone * Uffs you're young and also rich I can't imagine what I'll do in your life, and to think that yesterday was you chemistry teacher. . . Oh right I have to tell how I got here.

A while ago my friend Marck and I Zack were working on finding the fifth state of matter, but everything ended badly and we exploded. We literally exploded haha ​​I tried to speak but I couldn't, my body was no longer solid it had transformed into a gaseous state and I couldn't explain it. Well, thanks to that transformation I got a new "power" as a gift for my failed experiment. I didn't hear from my friend. . . Well I hope he's ok, the air was dragging me to the ventilation until I went outside and was on the street, * Crashhhh * something had hit me and I felt like I was getting into something like a tube.

When I regained consciousness I noticed that I was no longer floating in the air. Now I had a body again, but. . . Oh hell, I picked up the phone from the pavement and I noticed the reflection of one of my students. It was Edgar... He lives a few blocks away, surely he had gone out to run, I am not an athlete but shit I feel good. I am sweating and tired and a little out of breath. It feels so good to breathe and I feel so young! Alright Edgar, let's go home, oh man it's weird to walk with your legs. I almost tripped over another guy who was running by, -I'm sorry ~ Don't worry

Haha, fool, I walked back to my house. I was not going to go down to the basement to the laboratory, it could be dangerous. I have to pick up some things to see how I could return to normal. . ... and that is the story of how I am now standing in the mirror with the body of one of my students. I could get used to being you, Edgar. * I took out my new penis * and I began to manipulate it, he got excited very quickly, ohh a little precum was coming out. I kept stimulating, touching my chest. ahhh ~ feels good, oh shit I feel good being young again . . . Ahhh, ahhh aghhh! I had dirtied the entire floor with semen. I had not ejaculated like that before.

I heard noises in the room... Was it a burglar? Shit, surely it was strange that I messed with Edgar's body at my house and the neighbors are very nosy. I went and got out the bathroom window and ran to my new house. I felt very full of energy and youth. When I got to Edgar's house, I could saw his older brother or someone. I just went up to the second floor... ahhh where this fool's room? I found it, turned the knob and I quickly went in and closed the door. When I was exploring the room I heard a knock on the door.

~ Oh come on honey, I came home to have a good time with you, in a few hours I have to leave the city

• Sorry, I am feeling exhausted (I didn't know Edgar had a boyfriend, not even if he was Gay)

~ At least say goodbye to me

• (I was strangely excited to have a boyfriend, even if this body didn't belong to me, I don't want to ruin things) Wait love

* I opened the door but at that moment he pounced on me and kissed me we fell on the bed he was bigger and stronger * until I felt like vomiting, I felt like I was leaving Edgar's body and introducing me to his boyfriend's. Ahh ah ah, shit shit, my breathing was very heavy, I tried to get up but I could barely stand up, AHHHHG take control, Edgar was lying on the bed like he was passed out, but I feel good I stretch and go to the bathroom of the room

Wow! Edgar's cute boyfriend haha. Well now this is my body, ahh I feel hot!

This penis feels even better hehe, I feel strong. * I unbuttoned my pants * haha ​​I really feel hot, I guess my boyfriend won't bother me jerking off. I went to bed and settled in. There was Edgar and I kissed him while he was passed out. My cock felt even tighter in my boxers. I take it out already fully erect and I masturbate. I take out my phone to take some videos haha ​​it feels good to be young. I ended up cumming over my sweatshirt, dirtying it. I took one of Edgar's sweatshirts and I put it on, it smelled good.

*New message*

Ummm who is talking to this guy, oh right he has to get out of town, well let's see where it takes us.

I went down to the living room to take this guy's things and I left a message for my boyfriend (See you in a couple of days love, I will miss you) I took the keys out of the car and I knew that he was starting a new life, he could be whoever!!

* New message * Again? Oh wow, he's this guy's father, hmm let's see

~ Dad: Hi Frank, I already got on the plane... run if you don't want to miss the flight and waste time waiting for another one. Your seat is next to mine on the aisle. Run! ~ Well at least I know my name now, I hurried to arrive, I boarded the plane and I had seat XX, I looked around and there was a guy waving.

SHIT! He is too hot to be a father to this guy. I returned the greeting. I think I really like him, I can't wait to be alone with him. The flight lasted a few hours, and it passed very quickly. My father greeted me and hugged me. I quickly pulled him away, my cock reacted to his embrace. I hid my erection with my backpack.

Before we got to the car, we went to a Starbucks. He asked if I wanted a tea, but I had no appetite for anything. Now was the time I had to act.

~ Is something wrong with you son? I notice you seem weird, do you want us to talk about it?

• Dad, I feel something strange inside me.

~ Don't worry, what's going on?

• (He really looks worried about his son this will be fun) Dad I think I like you

He was just shocked and said nothing. • Dad, I like your physique, your voice, your aroma, your legs, I like everything about you umm haha, would you let me be a dad for a while? Hehe

~ What are you saying ?! Stop being stupid. . .

* At that moment I kissed him * and I felt like I was leaving this boy's body to get into his father's. My essence filled his mouth and pushed inside him, filling every part of him. When I opened my eyes I was no longer in Frank's body. I looked down at his dad's tight shorts. I could see all the hair that covered this body, his arms and even my new legs HAHAHA. Finally someone big like my old body. My "son" was passed out in the passenger seat. It's time to investigate this handsome body. I drove to where the GPS took me... it seemed to be the apartment where these two were staying. I got to the parking lot. I have to know more about this body, its name, its work, where I work, EVERYTHING. I left my son in the car and I hurried to the apartment. This guy must be a business owner haha ​​this apartment looks nice. I went to my bedroom where I saw this beautiful body of mine for the first time, * alarm discussion of the new project * shit just when I want to enjoy my new body has to work. I hurried and dressed in something quick, this body looks good in a suit. When I came out of my bedroom, my son was lying on the couch. He told me that he felt bad. I take out my wallet, oh damn, this guy is rich. I gave my son some money and told him to go to Doctor, daddy has to work. I went out and got back in the car, I set the GPS to take me to work. I check my phone and in my emails the assistant of this body told me everything I had to do today, and topics about today's meeting. It is not difficult. Apparently my current body was called Fernando... it does not sound bad. He was also the head of the company. When I got to the location, I was received by a handsome boy, he was my assistant. I have to accept that even though he looks like a model, I shouldn't waste my time being an assistant, I could earn much more. But hey, it was a totally crazy day, I learned to use my new power.

The next day

*New message*

"ZACK, it's me Marck, I suppose everything that happened to me today has happened to you, my body has disappeared and now I can hop into people. I am inside a guy who was running in front of your house. I saw you get into one of your students and when I tried to reach you, I went into a corridor. When I regained consciousness and went looking for you, you were gone and your student too. Call me, I am very confused, this is very weird, please call "

Oh Marck does not know the great gift that experiment gave us, I took a photo of myself. "Do you like, Marck? This is my new body, I hope you like it, if you want to see me I'm in XXXXXXXX. Take the fastest flight to XXXX XXXX I'll be waiting for you" I sent him that message.

"Is that you Marck? I can't believe you, you're really sexy"

I always like Marck and he treated me well, he supported me, but I want to be with him again working. Maybe he can have my assistant, YES! You will like the body of my assistant. I went to work and there was Marck's future body. When he was alone, I took him by the neck, left him breathless until he passed out. Well let's see what you are packing. I started to remove his suit, and just knew it was a nice body. He had a nice body and a nice face and let's not talk about that bulge in those boxers. I would also like to own it, but I like to be the boss here and be respected. I tie him to a chair and take a photo.

"Stop being a pussy and just go in!" You push your friend towards the rundown trailer home.

"If you're so confident, why don't you go in." He replies.

"You lost the bet. It's just a trailer, it's not actually haunted. Just walk around for a couple seconds and come back out." You put your hand on his shoulder before pushing him towards the trailer again.

"Fine..." He gives in and sheepishly approaches the front door.

The broken wooden door creaks loudly as he struggles to push it open. He manages to squeeze his thin body through the gap. You laugh under your breath as you hear his shaky steps fade into the trailer. But your laughter soon turns to horror as the front door violently slams shut. You stand in shock for a moment, trying to decide whether something bad is happening or if your friend is just messing with you. You relax as you conclude that he's probably just getting revenge on you for forcing him in there in the first place.

"Very funny!" Your voice cracks as you shout to him.

There's no response.

"Look, man. I'm sorry for forcing you in there, you can come out now." You're starting to get worried.

The silence is suddenly broken by a loud crash coming from inside. It's quickly followed by loud grunt coming from your friend.

"Okay, you're really freaking me out now. Can you come out."

You hear the sound of ripping and tearing as your friend tumbles around the inside of the trailer. As time goes on, the trailer seems to shake more and more.

"This isn't funny anymore man!" You walk up to the door and try to open it, but it won't budge.

You hear grunting again, but this time it sounds different. It's definitely not your friend. The grunts are deep and gruff. There is someone else in the trailer.

"Get the fuck away from him!" You start bashing against the door, trying to save your friend from whoever else is in there.

Everything falls silent. The trailer is completely still and no more noises can be heard coming from the trailer. You stop bashing the door, waiting to hear anything.

You almost jump as a heavy stomp from inside breaks the silence. It's followed by another, and another. The loud steps are getting closer and closer to you, then they stop. You lean against the door in an attempt to hear anything.

You stumble forward as the door you were leaning against swung open. You catch your footing and look up. It's an older man. Your eyes scan over his entire body, he's massive. His head is nearly touching the ceiling and his shoulders look too wide to fit through the door. He's wearing nothing but boots and a baseball cap.

Then it clicks. He's wearing the same boots and hat as your friend was.

"It feels good to be back." The man cracks a smile as he looks down at you.

"What did you do to him?" You barely manage to stutter.

"He made a good host for me. Frat boys like you are always the easiest to possess." He chuckles.

"Possess?"

"Why don't you come and find out, son." He says as he grabs you by the collar and drags you into the trailer.

Part 1: Remi

Remi was awed as he entered the house. It was way bigger than he'd imagined, and fancier than he could have dreamed of. He only recently came into a lot of money due the death of a wealthy relative, so he wasn't used to the opulence. He grew up in a small house with 6 siblings before moving out to a shoebox apartment with Nate when he was 21. Now that he has the money though, he figured there was no time like the present and decided to hunt for a house.

A man in jeans and a black button up greeted the two young men in the lobby. Remi could feel the awkward stares from the realtor, making him feel even more out of place in this house. But he bit his tongue and pretended like nothing was wrong.

The realtor toured them around the massive house, showing off room after room. "This is a painting of the original owners of the house, they built it together." The realtor said as they stopped at a large painting of three older men. "The story is that they were forbidden lovers who built this house to escape their previous lives." He continued. Remi seemed to be drawn to the painting. He looked at the bottom of the frame and saw "Remie and Nathaniel" written on it. It's a crazy coincidence that they have the same name as the previous homeowners. "What about the third man in the painting?" Remi asked. "That was their butler, it is thought that the couples relationship with the butler was more than just platonic. That is why he is in this painting with them." The realtor responded

"I'm gonna check out the backyard, if you want to stay and see the rest of the inside." Nate told Remi as he left for the back door. Remi continued the tour through the interior. "This was Remie's favourite room, he used to spend a lot of his time watching football on this tv." The realtor explained as they entered a living room with a couch and a tv. Remi approached the tv and stared into the blank screen. Something looked off, so he inspected it closer. There was a face reflected back at Remi, but it wasn't his own, it looked like the man in the painting. Suddenly a bright energy started bursting out of the tv. Remi stumbled back as the energy started to rapidly flow into his mouth. It made his stomach feel warm.

Remi got up and stumbled around for a bit, he felt nauseous and confused about what was happening. Unbeknownst to him, his body had already begun to change. His skinny arms turned into thick biceps and his flat chest grew into two juicy pecs that burst right through his shirt. His shoulders broadened and his waist thinned, making him look like a jock. His ass perked up and his thighs thickened, filling out his jeans. His face also began to change, as he started to look older. His jawline sharpened as he grew a thick mustache and a short beard. That was only the beginning of the hair growth, however. The rest of his body quickly became covered in brown hairs.

During the transformation, Remi stumbled his way to the bathroom. He caught a glimpse of his aging body. The muscle, the hair, it filled him with a sort of confidence he had never felt before, it was intoxicating. He posed in the mirror and took a picture of himself, admiring his own body.

"Snap out of it!" He scolded himself. He found it harder and harder to focus, it's like he was losing control of himself.

He tried walking around the house to find anyone to help him, but it was no use. His body continued to age. His defined muscles got covered in a thin layer of fat and the hair covering his body became more and more dense every second. His mustache grew into a thick beard as his hair turned a pale grey, barely holding onto any colour. As Remi lost control of his body, he stumbled out the front door in a last ditch attempt, but it was too late. The now old man leaned against the telephone pole in front of his house and gained his composure.

"That's better, took' em long enough to find someone." Remie said as he stretched and cracked a few bones. He walked back towards his house and was greeted by the realtor, I mean, by his butler who was now dressed in a fancy tuxedo. But more had changed than that, the man now sported a grey beard and sizable gut that spilled out of his suit.

"Be a doll and go fetch Nathaniel, I need to talk to him." Remie stated with a wink. "Yes sir, right away." The butler responded as he heaved himself off his chair and walked toward the backyard.

Part 2: The Realtor

"This was the previous homeowners favourite room, he used to spend a lot of his time watching football on this tv." The realtor said as he entered the living room. He stood by the door as Remi looked around, but he was quickly distracted by a noise coming from down the hall. "I'll be back shortly." He told Remi, but Remi was too distracted with the tv to notice. The realtor walked down the hall and noticed the window in the butlers room was open when all of the windows should have been closed. He went to close it and stopped when he saw a glimpse of someone in the corner of his eye. He looked over to see the mirror in the butlers closet, but it wasn't himself in the reflection. A bright light coming from the mirror stunned him, as a stream of energy flowed into his body.

He stepped back and leaned against the wall behind him. He felt right around his torso as a warmth took over his stomach. He looked down and let out a yelp as he saw a small bump form under his shirt. The bump swelled until he had a pot belly that made him look pregnant. It became hard to breathe from how tight his shirt was hugging him, but that wasn't the end of his problems. His ass started to fatten, filling out the space in his jeans and straining his belt. He tried to buckle his belt so that it fit his growing waist, but he just kept outgrowing it. He was so distracted from his growing body, that he failed to notice that his face began to change. His beard grew out into a thick unkept beard as his hairline receded. His facial features started to age, making him look well into his forties.

He was growing too fast, his clothes wouldn't last much longer. His shirt was the first to go. One button popped, then another, then another until none remained. His hulking gut and soft man tits flopped out of his shirt as it ripped open. Next was his pants. His belt snapped in half as his fly flew open. The seam down the back of his pants slowly ripped open as his ass grew, the rip continued all the way down his jeans until they fell to the ground. Even his arms had gotten so far that they ripped through his sleeves, leaving him completely naked.

He continued to soften and age every second. The wrinkles grew on his face as the stretch marks grew on his gut. Hairs all over his body began to go grey. Finally, the transformation seemed to slow down, leaving him drenched in sweat. He must have been nearly 300 pounds by now with a giant gut, man tits, and thighs so thick that they constantly rub together.

He gains his composure and walks into his closet, finding one of his nicest suits. He struggles to put it on, but gets it eventually. The butler has gained a lot of weight in his old age, getting dressed isn't as easy as it used to be for him. He grabbed his favorite brand of cigar before walking to the front of the house and sitting on the porch.

"That's odd." He said to himself as he saw Remie standing out by the telephone pole, without a shirt on. "He always looked better without a shirt." He said as he smoked his cigar.

"Be a doll and go fetch Nathaniel, I need to talk to him." Remie winks at him. "Yes sir, right away." He heaved himself from his chair and heads back into the house, feeling a pinch on his ass as he went. He walked all the way through the house and to the back yard. "Nathaniel, Remie is calling for you!"

Part 3: Nate

Nate slid the glass door open to the backyard and couldn't believe what he was seeing. He walked down a set of stairs and walked through the lush garden that filled the backyard. He wandered around for a moment before stumbling across a small garage near the edge of the backyard. He walked in to see an old run down car. Just as he was about to touch it, the realtor screamed out "Nathaniel, Remi is calling for you!" Nate jumped and turned around to see the realtor dressed in a full tuxedo. Nate looked closer and realized that it wasn't the realtor, though he kind of looked like him. He was a fat old man in a fancy tuxedo. "Who are you?" Nate questioned. "I'm your butler." He says slightly confused. "Remie is calling for you."

"I'll go in a minute, I just want to look around a bit more." Nate responded. "Well alright sir, if you wish." The butler said. Nate was still confused as to why he was acting that way, but chose to ignore it.

"This was the previous homeowners favorite car, though it hasn't been functional in a long time. You can go inside if you'd like." The butler offered. Nate agreed and got inside the run down car. It felt oddly familiar, like he sat in this car often. It even felt like the seat was worn in by him. He sat in the car for a moment before catching a glance of something in the rearview mirror. He looked up at the mirror and saw an older man staring back at him. He was soon blinded as a bright light shone through the mirror. The light flowed into his mouth and settled in his stomach.

Nate felt a relaxed feeling take over his body, as if all his worries had disappeared. So relaxed he failed to notice his body had begun to change. His face started to age as his patchy stubble grew into a short beard and the hair on his head shortened to a buzz cut. Within moments he looked ten years older. He started to rapidly gain muscle as his arms became thick and vascular and his chest thickened. His pecs pressed harder and harder against his undershirt until they ripped right through, leaving him in just his sleeveless sweater. Nate could feel his perspective shift higher as his body grew, making his head nearly touch the ceiling. His hand reached for his crotch as his dick grew a few inches, creating a sizable bulge in his shorts. Big enough to be hard to hide, not that he would want to hide it, given his new found confidence.

Nate pulled out his phone and opened the camera. He was a bit shocked at first at the sight of his aged face and muscular body, but the worry soon left and he only felt pride for his looks.

His looks wouldn't last long however as began to age again. His face aged until he appears to be in his 40's as his hair thins and his beard thickens. His upper body continues to grow. His shoulders broaden and thicken with muscle and a thick layer of fat, ripping what's left of his shirt. His arms grow larger and stronger, but lose their definition under a soft layer of pudge. His pecs become hairier as they grow into soft but strong looking moobs. His six pack disappears under a small belly as love handles swell over his waist. His legs thicken until his shorts look like they're about to burst, and a large bulge forms under his skin tight shorts. His body continues to grow taller as his legs barely fit in the car and his head begins to touch the roof of the car.

Nathaniel smiled at his butler and licked his lips. There was nothing left of the young man, just the strong and confident man.

"Seriously Nathaniel, I insist that you must go see Remie. He wishes to speak with you." The butler pleads.

Nathaniel quickly exits the car and sees Remie waiting for him in the backyard. The two men run to each other and embrace with a kiss.

The two now reunited after so long, held each other for minutes.

"Isn't it beautiful, just how we left it." Nathaniel says, looking at the house.

"Should we check if the bedroom still looks the same?" Remie asks with a smirk.

You were bored, scrolling through your social media and seeing nothing really that interested you. While you were browsing, you suddenly got a message from one of your friends. Well, being honest “friend” was a stretch. Aaron was a total meathead, obsessed with his muscles and working out. At some point he used to be a scrawny nerd like you, then suddenly he was this absolute beefcake.

Checking his message, you see he left a link for you with the message “Hey bro, check out this shit!”. Pretty vague, but you decided to click on the link anyway. The second you did, you knew you would regret it. On the screen was some black and white spiral, slowly spinning. You roll your eyes, this clearly was some scam or malware. You go to close the tab, but before you do black text appears on the screen.

I mean it was right, you were curious about what this video your friend sent you, you couldn’t see yourself not watching it completely. 

“Good. Now Relax, let your mind just turn off.”

You feel yourself slump down into your bed, thinking nothing as you stare into the spiral. Your peripheral visions faded, until all you could see was the spiral.

“Now, I’m going to tell some truths about you.”

“You are completely naked.”

I mean, duh. You always sleep in the nude, and you had just woken up. You were glad you didn’t have any roommates; it would be embarrassing if any of them barged in here to see your skinny frame. At least your girlfriend didn’t seem to mind it.

“You are gay, you love cock.” 

Mm that’s right, nothing like it! Just the thought makes your meager cock stand at attention. So glad you are single… maybe you’d download Grindr again just to find some good cock. 

“You have a fat dick, which you are slowly stroking right now.”

You look down, admiring your massive length as you slowly pump it, struggling to grasp it with two skinny hands. Your dick always seemed to dwarf the rest of your body, but hey, you weren’t complaining! 

“You have massive biceps and meaty arms.”

You chuckle, flexing an arm as the other expertly strokes your cock. Yeah, you never skipped arm day and it clearly shows! You never really considered working out your other muscles much though.. 

“You have fat pecs, with piercings on both nipples.” 

Your free hand gently plays with your nips, as you continue to stare. Your chest was definitely one of your favorite features, you love making guys play with, and occasionally fuck, your pecs. 

“You have a masculine face, fit with a beard and shaved head.” 

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflection in your laptop, wondering who it is you are seeing before you realize it’s you! Damn, guess all that studying and exercise has gone to your head a bit! 

“You are dumb as shit, you live to workout with your bros and jack off.” 

Huhu that’s right, I mean not much else to do after you recently dropped out. Who needs school when you got a bod like this? As for money, your OnlyFans was raking in cash recently. People just can’t get enough of you! 

“You are close, close to cumming away your old life. Embrace it.” 

Mmf, old life? No idea what this spiral is talkin’ bout. You feel your balls clench. You’re so fuckin close to cummin you can’t take it. 

“Cum.” 

With that simply command, your cock unleashes a torrent of white all over your abs. Out of breath, you still haven’t looked away from the spiral. 

“Good boy. Now you are going to share this link with at least five of your friends, then close this tab and forget about all these commands. Now.”

You slowly open your eyes, seeing yourself covered in your own cum. Damn bro, guess you had another wet dream. You see you’ve got a message from your best bro Aaron. Damn that’s a nice fuckin’ picture of his morning wood. You happily return the favor, making sure to show off your cum covered chest. 

“Fuck bro , comin over as soon as I can. Keep that cock nice and hard for me!” 

Your father always said you needed to learn how to change a tire but you always laughed at him. Now you werent laughing. Your car is stock, all four tires blown after driving over something sharp in the road. Its mid day but the closest sign of civilization is miles away, you need to start walking now if youre going to find anyone before it gets dark and the creatures come out. Youre not built for this, youre a classic 20something twink, thin, weak, long hair, and no body hair. Youve spent years of your life getting laser to remove any sign of stubble. Youre smart, an academic, and a big beard or hairy ape arms dont go well with the imagine youre trying to potray. You want to look civilized, smart, not like these blue collar long bearded country guys. Theyre only good for one thing, the occasional hookup. After walking for a bit you come across a cabin surrounded by a few small sheds. An older man is sitting on his porch smoking a pipe. Great, hes one of those blue collar guys, big beard, pipe, baseball cap. His beard is mostly white with streaks fo brown still holding on by the cheeks and upper lip. Theres no visible skin on his lower face, no lips, nothing, everything is drowning in thick wire hairs. If the context were different youd think about trying to hook up with him but better not to, some of the guys out here are homophobic.

"Hey kid! You lost?"

Kid? Youre not a kid. "Im 26!" You say.

"26?" The guy laughs. "You don't look it. Where's your face fur?"

The word 'face fur' makes you shiver first with ick and second with something else... something nice? No. "I broke down! Can you help out?"

"Didnt your daddy ever teach you how to change a tire?" He asks. He taps a chair next to him on the porch. "Sit with me while I finish this pipe and Ill get you fixed up." You, not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, join him. "Want a pipe?"

"No, Im good thanks."

"So youre a stogie man?"

"No."

"Cigarette?"

"Nothing."

The porch reeks of tobacco from the man's pipe. You sit with him and he asks where youre from, you tell him the city. You try not to gag on the smell but the longer you sit with him the more you get used to it. You're getting hotter too so you take off your jacket leaving you in just your tank top.

"At least you broke down on a nice day." The man says.

"Yeah," you say, "could be worse." Does your voice sound different? Does it have a bit of an accent? Does it sound deeper? More manly?

The man leans in. "Sure you don't want to smoke anything?"

His face is so close to yours, you cant stop looking at his beard. Its so long, you wonder how long it took him to grow it. Your dick begins to harden in your pants. The man notices.

"Getting excited, big boy?"

The words 'big boy' shoot through you like a shot of vodka. It makes you feel great. You get even harder. Then you realize where you are and try to move to hid it.

"No, no," the man says, "show daddy." He smiles and you get harder.

"Can we just," your voice is defiantly different, it catches you off guard, "uhhh."

The man smiles. "Hard to think?"

"No! No! I'm smart!" You say, but you dont sound smart... you sound dumb. You look at the mans pipe, his beard.

The man holds out the pipe. "Take a hit, big boy. You think so hard, you should take a rest." The smoke tastes manly. The man is holding you as you smoke, one hand scratching your chin, one around the throbbing bulge in your jeans. "That's it, big boy."

You just make grunts, stupid pleased sounds like an animal. You dont notice the hair growing your arms, or the way they inflate turning into solid trunks of muscle. You realize how the sound of the mans scratching changes. When he first started scratching your chin it sounded like flesh on flesh but now it's different. You bring your hand up to your chin... is that hair?

"What are you doing to me?" You stand up, your voice deep and accented now. "Stop it!"

The man smiles. "Come on Big Boy, you love your beard." He points at a window where you can see your reflection. Its your pride and joy."

You don't recognize the man looking back at you. His expression is so dumb. His face has lines from working in the sun, his hairline is receding, and a thick bush of a beard spills out covering the lower half of his face. Its thick, dense, with a mustache covering his upper lip. Only his lower lip, your lower lip, is visible. You bring your hand up to touch it, to make sure it's real. It is. This is you. Your face is drowning in beard. You want to scream, to fight it, but with that same dead fish eyed look you watch as your hand rubs your bulge. You want to fight it, your brain wants to fight it, but your body only cares about one thing, sex.

The man, your new daddy, smiles. "Good think I put those jacks out on the road. I didnt think Id catch such a wonderful big boy. Youll be perfect." Your last memory before you fully give in is of your rubbing your bulge, looking at your new self with a dumb expression, and saying "Thank you Daddy."