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Colt is my star player. He wanted my blessing to date my adopted gay son. I said, "Win the game, and you can be together. Lose and I win a considerable favor from you."
Colt accepted knowing my son told him it would be okay. But truth is, my son Dane is trying to get out of being my future host body.
Yes, he found out after reading through my old books on magic and forgotten traditions. He cried, and I felt somewhat guilt tripped to offering another way. This is that way.
Colt as planned, lost the game.
"What was the favor, coach?" Colt sounded disappointed.
"I'm going to ask you a question, and I need you to say, "I consent to receive you." It's a old family thing, you know, if I am to give my blessing..."
Colt shrugs, "Okay... what is it?"
I asked after chanting under my breath, "Do you consent to receive me as you?"
"What? That's kinda weird. Don't you think? But sure, I consent to receive you." Colt laughed at the concept.
I smiled, "There's no longer any need to lie. We have been linked. If I am ever to die or perish, I will inherit your body. Take good care it for me, and please have fun while it's still yours."
"Wait, you're joking, right? This is my fucking body. You stay out of it, and away from me. You creep." Colt retorted.
Dane walked nearby, and with a face of both guilt and relief, took a deep breath. He came up to us, "Sorry Colt. I liked you as my boyfriend. We can still fuck as much as you want. But eventually, you will be his. Again, I'm really sorry. I couldn't become his host body. You saved me from that fate."
Colt frowned, 'how long do I have until..."
"Enough. I don't even know. Could be a couple years. I'm not well. Longevity potions stopped working. This form is 200 years old, even though it appears at 40. I will rapidly age into dust when the time comes."
Colt gulped in fear and looked at Dane, "we need to talk right now..."
Dane whispers, "Please just accept this. I'll be the best sex machine until the time comes. Forget about today, and just live."
Colt snapped, and punched Dane in the heart, "I will fuck you and I will make you regret this betrayal. The sex will be so good, you'll wish you never let that freak link his soul to my body."
2 years later.
Dane and Colt are going at it in their apartment. Colt growling, "you like being my cum dumpster? Because that is the fate of the betrayer. You haven't topped my ass since. You'll never be worthy."
Dane moans, "Yes, Colt... I'm betrayer, punishment must be severe."
Colt was focused in ramming Dane's bubble butt. Until the foretold possession came...
With Colt's dick still inside Dane, "No! Get out. Please! THIS IS MY BODY, ASSHOLE. UHHHH!"
The now recently possessed Colt, "Consent was given. You can't fight for control. For in the laws of magic, ownership was transferred."
Dane was crying, "Please, give us more time..."
"I can only offer you 5 minutes of him with partial control to say goodbye, and then I will explore my new self." Colt's voice sounded annoyed.
"Dane. I feel him. Like claws reaching inside my brain. I NEED HIM GONE. I see his thoughts and feel his intent with my body. He's a freak. Oh no. This creep been spying on us!"
Dane said, "Probably for the last time, I am sorry that you had to take my place as his host. It was selfish of me. But rest knowing, you are my hero."
"You weren't mine. You just owed me, Dane. I, what? Probably have a minute left. You never even thought to save me. You're a coward-" were Colt's last words just as he managed to punch his own face in retaliation.
"Well, that was rude of my host... Dane, maybe if you're a good boyfriend, you'll top this ass for the first time in 2 years... after I spend a long time in the bathroom." Colt winked at Dane.
Dane sneered, "Don't know why you took so long to choose a new host. But the game we played was really something, huh? He never suspected our true intentions. Remember how I became Dane after he found your books all those years ago? We had to speed things up. And the gaming of our host bodies... legendary.
"Yeah, sure. But I am so fucking horny. This dick is insane. The waiting. The watching. The trickery. It all really spiced up our relationship. I was so jealous. It just made me want you more. By the way, aren't you going to focus on getting your big dick to grow to its full potential? Think I need it like right now. Give it to me now Dane!" as we eyed each other naked bodies, and Dane got fully hard.
We kissed like we were dehydrated. The Coltonator (new nickname) bottomed. Dane topped. And so on.
Deep inside Colt's mind, "I can't believe this..."
Hello, we are A.J., one of the employees of the Mystic Shop. Today, I will introduce a place where we often carry out our operations. Somewhere in the world lies a beautiful natural forest that attracts countless tourists. But little do they know, hidden within that forest are creatures capable of possessing and controlling human bodies.
The creatures living in that forest are driven by instinct to take over the bodies of whatever beings appear the strongest and most impressive at that moment. Their primary targets are human males. Why not give an example?
(We have even captured, trained, and sold many of them ourselves. Also, a certain kind of energy within that forest greatly strengthens the process of possession and other supernatural abilities there.)
Start with this case: did you know that for hiking enthusiasts, a face mask is a staple? But little did they know, a unique forest leech was hiding within that very mask. The moment they covered their mouth, it lunged in, instantly taking over their body. It even grew fond of its new human form.
Wow, so the solution is just to check your face mask thoroughly for anything suspicious, right? Yes, that’s one way to survive—but don't forget, humans have far more entry points than just the mouth."
Take this man, for example—he made sure to check his face mask before putting it on. But sadly, the forest entity’s drive to possess a human body was far stronger than just entering through the mouth. A tiny insect buzzed at high speed and darted straight into his ear. Naturally, he soon grew dizzy, and by the time a good Samaritan rushed to his aid, the entity controlling his body had already taken full command.
Now, let’s shift the scenery a bit. A hike wouldn't be complete without a waterfall, right? And, of course, something is already waiting for you there."
Do you see those white rocks and the cascading water? Of course you don't—because those aren't rocks at all, but white worms with a high refractive index. When submerged, they are practically invisible. And don't worry about the man in the photo; those white worms have squared, specialized mouths designed to bore into human skin. He’s likely already been possessed and is currently enjoying his new body.
Oh, and speaking of trips, you surely wouldn't want to miss out on taking photos. But you really should be careful in this forest; keep your photo sessions brief. Because if you linger too long, you’re just handing over another perfect opportunity for them to take over."
He lingered a bit too long, creating the perfect opportunity for the white worm to dart straight into his ear. He realized what was happening and let out a blood-curdling scream as it burrowed into his brain. It’s a pity he wasn’t strong enough to fight it off. As his body convulsed, a new version of him stood up and continued walking, wearing a sinister grin of victory.
Wow, you think the living creatures in this forest are terrifying and dangerous, don't you? Well, don't you worry, my dear—the things that aren't alive are just as lethal. Yes, I am talking about ghosts
Playtime has its limits. When the man in the photo insisted on trekking through the forest at night, off the designated trails, he was essentially granting the forest spirits permission to use his body however they pleased. This is the final photo he took while still in control, right before a ghost sat down and overlapped with his essence. His body convulsed for a brief moment, then a smile of pure delight appeared—the spirit now ready to spend its time exploring its new vessel.
Furthermore, even the indigenous tribes hiding skillfully within the deep woods—while unable to possess you—can turn you into a leather outfit or a bodysuit. They are particularly fond of solo hikers. Their methods are so chillingly efficient that you’ll surely find our shop’s products far less terrifying by comparison.
It is truly tragic. The man in the photo had come to scout the trail alone, hoping to prepare for his friends arriving in just two days. The tribe saw their chance; they abducted him and turned him into a living bodysuit.
Following that, the tribe member wore the young man's body like a second skin. However, his eagerness to show off this 'new look' started to raise suspicions among the victim's friends—they couldn't understand why he was so obsessed with displaying himself.
Oh, you probably think all of this is terrifying and dangerous, but that it’s fine as long as you just stay out of the forest, right? That everything on the outskirts, in the towns beside the woods or the mountains, is safe? Of course, it’s so safe—the people in the towns next to the forest are incredibly friendly... except for those few who have discovered and mastered the dark arts of possession they brought back from the woods."
Some travelers—like the one in the photo—don't even make it to the forest. He was possessed by a local while he was just stepping into a restroom. Before he could even brace himself, the villager used one of those techniques from the forest and lunged into his body. The man in the photo stumbled backward, desperately trying to fight off the entity invading his skin, but, as always, he stood no chance against the ways of possession. He became just another villager enjoying a 'fresh start.'
And here’s the thing: the 'Will of the Forest' can actually distinguish which bodies are already occupied, so there’s no double-possession. However, fighting over a body that is already possessed still happens from time to time. That’s all I have for you today. See you later, folks...
Ding-ding!
A notification sound chimes. I open the message and a smile spreads across my face.
Wow, we just received a message from one of our lovely customers who just succeeded in a possession on their hiking trip. He’s a guy who was desperate for a hot new life. Let me show you his text."
Thank you so much, the store’s products are of such high quality! This is the body I’m currently inhabiting. I’ve had my eye on him ever since I first saw him in town.
When he went down into the water, I used your product that transformed me into a slime. I blended in with the water, and once I was close enough, I lunged my slime form right toward his crotch. I forced my way into his genitals. He moaned while I was possessing him; it didn't take long for me to completely merge into his body. He seemed to convulse during the takeover, which made a few people nearby concerned, but soon enough, I reached his brain. I had successfully possessed his body in the blink of an eye
"I stood there, showing off my hot new body. Ah... f*ck, this feels so good. I snuck behind a secluded rock, pulled out his thick, heavy member, and indulged myself. It was so hard to stifle my moans so no one else would hear. Soon, it began to tense up, twitching faster and harder. The climax was building, and when I finally hit it, I let out a soft groan behind the rock. I then emerged from behind the stone in my new body, as if nothing had ever happened.
I’ll say it again—this body is absolutely incredible. Your shop's products are outstanding; I'll definitely keep you in mind for the future
I'm on my way back from the trip now, and I’m going to need a memory-extraction potion and a skill-mimicry serum to live this life to its fullest. Please have them ready for me—I’ll pay you handsomely for them.
For now, while I’m on my way back, I’m going to enjoy this handsome face, this hot physique, and this massive c*ck. See you at the shop when I arrive."
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And that concludes today's extra segment, everyone. I really have to go now—I’ve shared so much information with you today. See you next time... A.J. (Mystic Shop Employee).
Postscript: Hey, it's been a while. I’m not going to make excuses, but I’m going to make them anyway—I haven’t been posting many stories because I’ve been lazy. But it’s not like I wasn't writing; I have been, but most of them only get to about 60-70% finished and then I just don’t feel like finishing them, hehe. Anyway, I’ll try to keep posting stories. I have one or two actual short story projects in the works, so I’ll see how those go. See you in the next story. Bye! 🫡
I adjusted my glasses and leaned back in my office chair, the glow of my monitor lighting up my face. It was our twelfth session. Sohil’s video feed filled most of the screen. He was shirtless again, sitting in his gaming chair in is room, one thick arm draped lazily over the backrest. His dark chest hair was still slightly damp, like he’d just come back from the gym.
Sohil Kapoor. Thirty-two. Bisexual. Sex addict.
At least that’s what he called himself.
“Evening, Dr. Reddin,” he said with that familiar half-smirk. His voice had that deep, easy confidence that always carried a hint of mischief.
“Hello, Sohil,” I replied calmly, keeping my tone professional. “How have things been since our last session?”
He let out a tired laugh and ran a hand through his messy black hair. “Same old shit. Made it nine days this time with this guy I really liked… then I fucked his best friend in the parking lot after drinks.” He shook his head. “I’m starting to think there’s something actually broken in me. Like physically. Other people can control themselves. I can’t. Its like my dick has its own fucking brain.”
I nodded, listening carefully. I’d heard variations of this from him for months now. His friends had pushed him into therapy after yet another destroyed relationship. He was charming, successful, and objectively very attractive — which only made the pattern more destructive.
“We’ve discussed open relationships,” I said. “You mentioned your last attempt didn’t go well.”
“Yeah, because even with permission I still broke every rule. Especially the condom one. I need to feel it raw. The second there’s latex I lose half the sensation and it just… doesn’t do it for me.” He sighed heavily.
I paused, tapping my pen against my notepad. We had made some progress, but it was slow. Too slow. I knew it was time to suggest something more radical.
“Sohil,” I said carefully, “I’d like to propose an unconventional treatment option. One I only use in really rare cases.”
He raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to the camera. “What is it?”
I met his eyes through the screen.
“Body swapping. A temporary therapeutic exchange. I would enter your body, and you would enter mine. It would allow me to experience your impulses and urges directly. To understand the intensity of what you’re dealing with from the inside. That level of insight could help me develop far more effective strategies for managing your compulsions.”
Sohil stared at me for a long moment, his mouth slightly open.
“You’re… serious?”
“Very,” I said. “It’s not without risks, and it’s not something I suggest lightly. But after six months, I believe this may be what we need to make real progress.”
I watched his face carefully. There was surprise, hesitation… and something else.
He swallowed visibly.
“Ok… so when can we do it?”
---
The following week, we logged onto our scheduled Zoom session. Sohil appeared on my screen looking unusually tense, sitting in the same spot on his couch.
“How are you feeling about the swap? Are you ready?” I asked, keeping my voice steady and clinical.
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Honestly? Nervous as hell. But also… kind of excited? I’ve been like this my whole adult life. If you can actually feel what it’s like in here,” he gestured to his own body, “maybe you’ll finally get it. Maybe you can help me fix it.”
We spent most of the session discussing boundaries, consent, and the temporary nature of the procedure. Toward the end, I walked him through the final steps.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
Sohil nodded. “Let’s do it.”
We both initiated the swap through the secure therapeutic portal. There was a bright flash across my screen, a dizzying rush, and then everything shifted.
When my vision cleared, I was no longer looking at my monitor from my office chair.
I was looking at it from Sohil’s couch.
A massive wave of heat crashed over me instantly. My — his — cock thickened rapidly in my pants, throbbing with urgent need. The intensity was staggering. My thoughts grew hazy as raw, aggressive horniness flooded my system. I gripped the edge of the couch, trying desperately to maintain professional composure.
On the screen, Sohil — now in my body — let out a long, relieved exhale. He adjusted my glasses and smiled softly.
“Wow… I can actually think,” he said, sounding lighter than I’d ever heard him. “No constant noise in my head. This is… peaceful.”
I forced a professional tone, even as my new cock continued to pulse insistently between my legs. “That’s… excellent, Sohil. So as I said, we’ll remain in these bodies for the next few weeks. This will give me time to fully understand your urges and begin implementing strategies while I’m in your body. We can get your physical routines and habits started on the right track.”
As I spoke, my eyes drifted down to the screen — to the slight cleavage visible in the blouse I had been wearing. God, is that really how he saw me every session? I made a mental note to dress far more modestly once we swapped back.
Sohil cleared his throat. “Dr. Reddin?”
I blinked, snapping back to attention. “Sorry. I lost my train of thought for a moment.” I continued explaining the plan, trying to sound composed, but the throbbing between my legs was becoming unbearable.
Under the table, my hand moved almost on its own. I unbuttoned Sohil’s pants, wrapped my fingers around his thick, hard cock, and started stroking slowly. The pleasure was overwhelming. I kept talking, voice slightly strained, while pumping faster, getting dangerously close to the edge.
“…and we’ll check in regularly to monitor progress,” I finished, barely holding it together.
“Sounds good,” Sohil said, nodding in my body.
I ended the call as quickly as possible.
The second the screen went black, I let out a shaky breath. Not even thirty seconds later, I came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot across the underside of the table as Sohil’s cock pulsed violently in my hand. My vision whited out for a moment from the intensity.
I sat there panting, staring at the mess I’d made.
Damn… this guy’s body was horny.
Sohil hadn’t been exaggerating at all.
---
Over the next couple of days, I tried to resist.
I really did.
But Sohil’s body had other plans.
The first morning I put on one of his tight black t-shirts. The fabric stretched across his broad chest and hugged his biceps perfectly. Just the feeling of the material clinging to my new arms as I moved sent a low throb through my cock. I had to sit down for a minute and breathe through it.
Later that afternoon I went for a walk. A light breeze picked up and rippled his loose tank top against my chest. The soft fabric dragged across my nipples and I instantly hardened in my shorts. I had to stop and pretend to tie my shoe just so I could adjust myself discreetly.
At the grocery store, a young woman in a slightly low-cut top reached for something on a high shelf. The way her breasts pressed together as she stretched made my mouth go dry. I stood there frozen for several seconds, staring, before I forced myself to look away. My cock was already half-hard in my sweatpants.
Then there was my neighbor — a tall, muscular guy who walked out shirtless to grab his mail. The sight of his defined chest and abs glistening in the sun made something primal surge through me. I stood at the window watching him longer than I should have, my hand unconsciously pressing against the growing bulge in my pants.
Every single time, no matter how minor the trigger, I ended up painfully hard.
And without fail, the moment I got home I went straight to Sohil’s bedroom. I’d strip down completely naked, climb onto his bed, and wrap my hand around his thick cock. I’d stroke myself furiously, sometimes for less than five minutes, before I came hard — thick loads splattering across my hairy stomach and chest.
Yesterday I made it through the entire day without touching myself until I got home. Today I only lasted until 2 PM before I was back in his room, pants around my ankles, jerking off like a man possessed while staring at myself in the full-length mirror.
This body was insatiable.
I thought going to the gym might help burn off some of the constant energy. But it just made everything worse.
The moment I walked into Sohil’s gym wearing one of his tank tops and shorts, I felt eyes on me. His body drew attention — broad shoulders, thick arms, the way his chest hair peeked out from the neckline. Every time I lifted weights, the pump in my biceps and pecs made my cock twitch. The burn in my muscles somehow translated straight into arousal.
By the third set of bench presses I was fully hard. I had to practically sprint to the locker room stalls. I locked myself in one, dropped my shorts, and jerked off furiously, biting my lip to stay quiet. I came in under two minutes, shooting against the stall door. Even after that, I was still half-hard.
Even then I couldn’t control myself. I started approaching people — a pretty woman doing squats in tight leggings, a muscular guy checking himself out in the mirror. I was way too forward. Told the woman she had an incredible ass and asked if she wanted to grab a smoothie after her workout. Told the guy his arms looked strong and offered to spot him… then immediately suggested we spot each other somewhere more private. Both of them gave me polite but very clear rejections.
I stood there in the middle of the gym, Sohil’s face flushed with embarrassment and lingering arousal, realizing how desperate I must have looked. This body didn’t just want sex — it craved it constantly, and it had no filter.
---
By day six, I was losing the battle.
After another humiliating rejection at the gym and two more desperate jerk-off sessions at home, I gave in and downloaded Grindr on Sohil’s phone.
The app opened and immediately flooded the screen with nearby profiles. Shirtless torsos, hard cocks, hungry stares. Within minutes the messages started pouring in.
“Damn dude you’re hot as fuck.”
“Top or bottom?”
“Hosting right now if you wanna come through.”
I told myself I was just researching. Just trying to understand the scale of his compulsions. But my cock was already rock hard as I scrolled through the endless stream of willing men.
There were so many. Hot guys. Fit guys. Hung guys. Some wanted to fuck me. Most wanted me to fuck them.
I started chatting with one guy — mid-20s, muscular, only two blocks away. Before I could talk myself out of it, I sent him a face pic and told him I could be there in ten minutes.
The moment I stepped into his apartment, any last shred of professional restraint vanished. He barely had the door closed before I had him pinned against the wall, kissing him hard. Within minutes I had him bent over his couch, fucking him raw and deep while he moaned loudly.
It felt incredible.
The power, the heat, the raw physical pleasure of pounding into someone with Sohil’s thick cock — it was overwhelming. I came hard inside him, groaning as I filled him up. He asked if I wanted to go again. I did.
I ended up staying for almost two hours.
When I finally left, legs shaky, I felt a strange mix of shame and satisfaction. On the walk home my cock was already stirring again at the memory.
That night I opened Grindr again.
---
After a few days of nonstop Grindr hookups — sometimes two or three different guys in a single day — the novelty started to wear off. The sex was good, intense even, but something was missing.
I needed pussy.
Tinder proved much slower and more frustrating. The matches came in, but the back-and-forth flirting took time I didn’t want to waste. My patience was nonexistent in this body.
I knew it was a terrible idea. Unethical. A complete violation of every professional boundary. But the urge was louder than reason.
I opened the camera on Sohil’s phone and took a series of thirst traps — shirtless in the mirror, flexing his biceps, one with his hand pulling down the waistband of his sweatpants just enough to show the thick base of his cock. I sent them to my own number.
The message I typed made my stomach twist even as I hit send:
“I know you want to get fucked by yourself. I just know you want to feel your old cock deep in that pussy.”
I stared at the sent messages, heart racing.
Three dots appeared, then stopped. Then appeared again.
Before he could reply, the images and words hit me like gasoline on a fire. I was so turned on I couldn’t wait. I shoved my pants down, wrapped my hand around Sohil’s throbbing cock, and jerked off furiously on the couch to the fantasy of fucking my own body. I came hard within minutes, groaning loudly as thick ropes of cum splattered across my hairy chest.
The second the orgasm faded, cold reality crashed down on me.
What the hell did I just do?
I quickly sent a string of apologetic messages:
“I’m so sorry. That was completely inappropriate.” “I lost control. That was unprofessional and wrong.” “Please forgive me.”
Sohil (in my body) replied a few minutes later:
“No worries doc lol. I understand exactly what that feeling is like. Trust me.”
I let out a shaky breath, still half-hard despite just cumming.
“I’m going to figure this out,” I typed back, trying to sound more in control than I felt. “I’m going to find a real way to help you manage these urges. I promise.”
I set the phone down and looked at myself in the mirror — Sohil’s muscular, hairy body staring back at me, cum still drying on my abs.
---
I tried to resist.
I really, really tried.
I deleted Grindr twice. I went to the gym and forced myself to focus only on lifting. I tried meditation apps, cold showers, even jerking off six times in one day just to take the edge off. Nothing worked. The horniness always came back stronger, like a constant buzzing under my skin that refused to be ignored.
One night, I put on one of Sohil’s tight black shirts and a pair of fitted jeans and went to a gay bar downtown. The place was packed and loud. Within twenty minutes I locked eyes with a cute, twinky guy in his mid-twenties with messy light brown hair, smooth skin, and a hungry look in his eyes. He was exactly my type.
We barely spoke.
I walked straight up to him, grabbed him by the waist, and pulled him in for a rough kiss. He melted against me immediately. No names. No small talk. I took his hand and led him straight to the bathroom.
The moment the stall door locked, I spun him around, yanked his pants down, and shoved him forward against the wall. I pulled my own cock out, barely taking time to spit on it before I pushed inside him.
“Fuck…” he moaned loudly as I sank in deep.
I started thrusting hard, one hand gripping his hip, the other braced against the stall wall. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the small space.
“Sohil… fuck, Sohil,” he gasped, moaning my — Sohil’s — name.
A dark thrill shot through me.
“Fuck yeah,” I growled, pounding into him harder.
“Sohil… oh my god—”
Hearing him moan while I was balls-deep inside him made something primal take over. I fucked him with long, powerful strokes, gripping his waist tight as I drove into him again and again.
I didn’t last long. The way his tight hole clenched around my thick cock — it was too much. I buried myself deep and came hard, groaning as I filled him up.
I was still catching my breath, cock softening inside him, when reality started to crash back in.
The guy I had just raw-fucked in a public bathroom stall was Drew — one of my other therapy clients. Mid-twenties, gender-questioning, sweet but anxious. I had been seeing him for months. I had been too horny to even recognize him until now.
Then it hit me.
He had been moaning “Sohil” the entire time.
I never told him my — Sohil’s — name.
I pulled out slowly, heart pounding for a completely different reason now.
“Do we… know each other?” I asked, voice rough.
The guy — Drew — turned around with a lazy, satisfied grin that looked completely out of place on his face. He looked me up and down, eyes lingering on Sohil’s cock.
“I think I would recognize my own former body,” he said casually. “And damn… its dick feels good. I get why people put up with me even though I was such a cheater.”
I froze.
“Wait… Sohil?”
He smirked. “Hey, Doc.”
I stared at him — at my client’s body — in complete disbelief.
“What the hell are you doing in Drew’s body?”
Sohil (in Drew’s smaller, twinky frame) shrugged, still breathing hard from getting fucked.
“Drew’s been seeing you too, right? He’s been talking about wanting to transition for a while. Really wanted a woman’s body to start figuring shit out. So I offered him a swap. He gets your body — soft, feminine. I get his cute little gay body with way less constant horniness. Win-win.”
He reached down and gave Sohil’s cock — my current cock — a playful squeeze, still slick from being inside him.
“I’ve been having a great time, honestly. This body is so much easier to manage. I can actually think straight. I could get used to this. Could maybe even see myself getting into a relationship. Meanwhile, you’ve been living my old life…” He raised an eyebrow. “How’s that been going for you, Doc?”
I stood there, pants still open, cum slowly leaking down Drew’s thigh, trying to process everything.
Sohil in Drew’s body just smiled sweetly.
“By the way… you fuck really good in my body.”
My cock twitched and started hardening again almost immediately, still slick from being inside him. I was furious — at Sohil, at myself, at this entire situation — but the anger only seemed to make the arousal worse. The rational part of my brain was screaming that I needed to stop, to think clearly, to regain control.
But Sohil — or Drew, or whoever the hell he was right now — was right here. Convenient. Already bent over, his hole glistening with my cum, still slightly open and twitching.
I grabbed his hips and pushed back inside him in one smooth thrust.
“Fuck, Doc,” he moaned in Drew’s lighter voice, pushing back against me. “Round two already?”
I didn’t answer. I just started fucking him again, harder this time, my hips slapping against his ass. The wet, filthy sound of my cock sliding through my own load filled the stall. Every thrust felt better than the last. My mind was fogging over again, thoughts becoming slippery and unfocused.
We could switch it all back… if only…
I tried to hold onto the thought, but it kept sliding away.
If only… what was I trying to do again?
The question dissolved as pleasure took over. I gripped his waist tighter and pounded into him, grunting with each deep stroke. Sohil in Drew’s body moaned loudly, clearly loving every second.
“God, you really can’t control it, can you?” he gasped between thrusts, sounding amused. “Feels good though, doesn’t it?”
I wanted to argue. I wanted to pull out and walk away. But instead I fucked him even harder, chasing that building pressure again, my balls tightening as I got closer to another orgasm.
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"I don't get it why you need us for this plan, Erwin," said Luca as he puts on the tight denim while looking at his best friend
"Yeah, I mean, I'n happy that you involved us but you could knock these two out rather easily on your own, your step brother certainly won't be a problem either," added Brian as he admired his now lean physique that provide him with the few under his belly
"Heh, well, consider me sick, but I just want to see that look of dread in his face as he realized that his two best friends are nothing but puppet under my control. I bet he will be very surprised and probably beg for his life when you two grab him tight while I force him to choke on the bodysuit pill," answered Erwin
"That's cruel yo, but I like the sounds of it. And we can fool around together after that using these bodies," added Luca
"Of course we can. With my parents away until the end of the month and the semester not starting anytime soon, we got this house and these sick bods all for ourselves for a as long as we want. Pretty sure no one gonna miss us or if it's necessary, we can just hop out from the suit and resume our life temporarily before getting back inside these suits, probably at that time we can switch suits. Okay, don't forget to text your parents that you stayed in my house for the time being, okay? We gonna have some fun, bros,"
Hey, im that quiet guy, you know the guy that seems very nice, the one who is a good listener and very good in whatever work needs to be done but is usually overlooked.
My name is Ashton, I’m an introvert who lives a rather regulated life. I wake up and do my morning workout at the gym running and lifting some weights then shower and go to my job as a Librarian which is actually a pretty good job.
Basically I keep the store near and clean, do cashiers stuff and answer any questions that people may have like the type of book they need or just be a good listener to who talking.
I grew up in a pretty safe home, I kept up my grades in school, made sure to do what my parents asked me and as long as I was managable or quiet, I got what I wanted most of the time.
Basically, other than school, I was mostly at home or at the library when I could. I was always surrounded by books or whatever stimulation I could gain mentally and ready to learn new things.
At one point, I had friends but like any relationship, time can either bring things together or apart. Since then I was a loner who kept to himself and kept himself busy as a distraction.
It’s been nearly a decade since I graduated high school, 27 and soon to be 28, and other than work and gym, I basically had nothing much for me, besides books. I begin to get yearn for relationships.
At this time, I started observing the lives of other guys my age, how they had it so easy, they could just blend in and be accepted like no matter how different the ingredients were, they had a place for whatever was being cooked.
I find it interesting how they are going about their daily life and they run into someone they may have never meet and start talking to one another. It starts off as an introduction, then they start making jokes and it goes into their personal lives and surprisingly are able to find ground. I see it so many times and ways, they get so many opportunities this way and even if they may not know anything, that doesn’t stop them from any luck.
From one side, fools get all the luck and ignorance is bliss, but on the other it’s the illusion of confidence and power that makes a person look competent.
This brought about a great envy inside of me, not to mention I couldn’t figure out how to engage the way they did and wanted to know what it was like in the mind of a extrovert. This is when I bulb lit in my head.
Becoming a extrovert
Now being able to resource the knowledge on possession wasn’t necessarily a challenge for someone who literally had not only a library but also computer skill.
The only thing left was which way I could go about it and once I decided, it went off from there.
I thought about who I would prefer being, after all there were many options, but I wanted to choose someone who was not only more extroverted but who would give me the most fulfilling experience.
That’s when I saw this guy named Austin, he had a dirty blonde hair, tall exceedingly 6’3 easily and the body of a true athlete and despite having a powerful presence, he easily blended in every social environment even women who are more sensitive than men naturally.
One day, using the knowledge of his routine, I attempted to get him at his most vulnerable, for judging by his stature, he may be a strong willed one. So I waited till after his workout when his will, after hard sessions on this Tuesday, would be depleted.
After an hour, he would go into the locker room and take off his shirt to send a pic of his post workout with his shirt off and then go into the sauna for a good 10-15 min to relax.
This time, no one was around, which meant only me and him were in there. He would leave his phone outside the sauna and wrapped in nothing but his towel, sit in there and lay down to relax. Seeing this opportunity, I used a potion that I read about that I drink when I saw the it was clear to let it began its process.
While he was laying down and his mouth was open, I removed my towel making myself naked( can’t risk the poor guy choking on any clothing) and positioned myself over his head.
Luckily, the best part about this is that since I’m sweating, my whole body is lubed up making this more smooth. I then made a diving like stance as I went into his mouth. Austin had a little fight to him as thought, but was to will depleted to resist as I proceeded to get sucked in faster. Going through his throat to his stomach, I was forced to have to situated myself into his body like he was a new outfit.
I locked into each limb giving access to control them and put my cock which was initially smaller compared to his, until this process of getting into his body gave me a hard on which actually made it more simple than putting on a pair of gloves and boy did it feel good.
Lastly I put my head into his which then gave me full control over his mind and body.
The day as Austin
After my possession of Austin, I then went into the gym shower to freshen up. While I was in the shower, the sudden shift of height and weight of this body hit me.
Usually when I shower, I was tall enough to just turn it on and it poured over my head, but now I have to make adjustments to accommodate my new body. While showering, I begin to feel the tightness of his pecs, definition of his six pack,
the broadness of his shoulders, his biceps and the very thickness of his leg muscles.
This felt so incredible, I felt like I was high it was intoxicating but it felt amazing.
After the shower, I got my towel and went to my locker where I got dressed for day.
When I left the gym, I followed the hardwired routine of this guy and made his protein shake to drink on the way to his job which was construction.
It not usually something that peaked my interest, but the best parts were actually being able to work in a group which usually I don’t get the opportunity to do.
I actually talked and joked about well anything that came to mind and despite how lacking in depth the conversations were which usually stimulated me,
I actually was energized by being able to just be seen and heard rather than be the one just listening. We also had some degrading humor but it was all in good spirits.
Overall, throughout the job, it seems that teamwork here has more to do with your ability to establish a bond or relationship with the workers rather than hard skill alone, nothing this body lacked.
Austin night time
When I finished work, I was worn and exhausted when all was said and done. I came home and took of all theses sweaty work clothes and step into the shower to wash off, savoring each moment the water hit my head and went down my skin in the quiet of home as I never wanted to leave the shower.
I was familiar with the feeling in my body, but I always thought it was unique to me, to still want a bit of quality alone time, but it hits differently for an extrovert who thrives from socializing when one could be at peace in the end.
After I got out and dried off, I put on my boxer and went to bed, when I felt an urge to check my phone and doomscroll for a bit. I started looking at pic of good looking guys and girls, but mainly guys and all of a sudden, I got horny with a hard on.
Before I knew it, I started stroking his thick cock with the right hand while holding the phone in my left hand. After a minute or so, I started to reach climax and cum in his underwear.
The orgasm was so amazing, better than my former body, especially if you have bigger toys to play with. After the climax, I had the best night sleep any man could have after a hard day.
Maybe introverts and extroverts have more in common than one, ahaha.
"Ahhhhn... oh my gosh this body is too sexy... mmmph, this cock is leaking so much already, oohhh... I can't stop milking it..."
Few minutes ago Clara's mind just slammed hard into the Nathan's towering muscular frame. Thanks to her own botched stupid wish, her soul now stuck for god knows how long inside his insanely perfect fit physique.
Her new fingers slid slow and deliberate down every sweat-glistened inch of those massive heaving pecs and carved eight-pack abs that now pulsed under her control. The warm ridges of her rock-hard stomach, pressing deep into the firm grooves as raw electric fire shot straight to the thick heavy cock swelling thick between her legs. A high-pitched girly moan tore from his full lips, soft and needy, quite unmatched with the rest of masculine exterior. Her hips rolling forward on instinct while the pleasure built thick and hot inside.
Outside the door, Nathan's bros froze mid-step, smirking wide as those unmistakable feminine moans drifted through the wood, figuring the heartthrob jock had scored another random chick again for a hard, raw, mid-day fuck like always. They laughed low, one muttering about how loud the bitch was getting.
Little did they know it was all Clara lost in the stolen hunky body of her crush, fondling every inch of that perfect sexy body and milking the pleasure for all it was worth without any plan to stop.
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I think many people will empathize but I’m nothing special. Sure I work out and am sort of conventionally decent looking but queer people always struggle with internalized misogyny. So when it comes to dating, I’m not masc enough for most and not fem enough for others. My fluidity doesn’t open itself up to a flock of potential suitors on dating apps. I’ve become pretty resigned to the fact that I’ll be good enough for anyone, not in a pathetic way, more like a self aware one. So imagine my reaction when I matched with Izzy.
The biracial, 6’1” god was so conventionally attractive and my god his sense of humor was so good. For once in my life the man struck up the conversation with me first and we quickly decided to schedule a date. For weeks we went on the best dates, very innocent though get your mind out of the gutter (for now). Pho, bowling, museum tours, we did so much and one thing is for sure I was swooning. I’m a pretty serious person so this felt pretty exciting, like I finally found someone I could call my guy, the one, my partner.
But as all good things in my life go, there was a rug about to be pulled from under me. We had just been on a date the day before when I get a message from him on IG.
“Hey I really like hanging out but I think right now I need to focus on me. I think I’m a sex addict.”
My stomach dropped….what? We weren’t doing anything…was he seeing other people on the side and never said anything? I was so rattled. I didn’t know how to try to be supportive, but also ask the questions I wanted to know the answers to.
All I could muster up to type was a measly,
“I understand.”
Pathetic. I hated myself for not exploding at him. Especially after his follow up.
“I want to work on myself but we can still be friends.”
I was so gobsmacked by the demotion. From the best dates of my life to….friend. Oh my god what a freaking mess. I was so angry.
A few days went by and he texted me asking if I still wanted to hang out on our normal date night. My weak stupid idiot self said sure and we continued that way for a month. Then out of nowhere a conversation become slightly flirty and I lashed out.
“I thought you said you were an addict. Why are you being so flirty and forward now?”
“Well I mean I could be down to do some stuff with a good friend?”
My stomach fell again. Some stuff…like I’m a piece of meat. But as you may have realized by now I’m a little weak. I reluctantly agreed but didn’t know what to expect since we never did much when we dated.
That day is when I met a completely different Izzy than I knew up to that point. I arrived to his apartment instead of a date spot and he opened the door.
I tried to avoid a looney tunes-esque jaw drop to not stroke his ego after hurting me so much. While I had seem him shirtless on his profile, our dates were always clothed. Being welcomed by that big chest and sweats vulgarly draped over a thick salami I had never met, nearly sent my hormones into overdrive. He wasted no time acting charismatically nice to me before our TV watching became frisky. He pushed me over on his bed and held me down with all of his weight before coming in to whisper demands to me. I was gobsmacked but this was everything I wanted right? I silently obeyed and had the night of my life….that I could remember. But I’ll never forget that first moment he flipped me around and yanked off my pants. A gentle pressure became immense before I gasped. I thought I took all I could but he showed me I could take more and more. Inch after inch in length and girth entered and so did more gasps. At some point I thought I would pass out but then I locked in and only felt pleasure. This would continue for months.
I became used to our hang outs, I mean who wouldn’t? Easy on the eyes, he’d feed me, then breed me. It was the life but then one day after our fun he randomly interjected that a new client at work asked him out on a date and he said yes. They had already been on two dates and he told me he wanted to ask him to start dating. My world collapsed again. What do you mean you just that to me and you have secretly been dating someone else?!
We only hung out sporadically after that and never intimate again. Then he posted his new parter on his social media story….my world spiraled again.
Oh of course he’d be a heartthrob too….I spiraled down a rabbit hole after that. I found out his name was Henry. I loathed how they were stunning apart and together.
Sure he was stunning but there’s no way he made him laugh like I did, there’s no way he gave him all the pleasure that I did…..well that’s not true. He looked like he did I significantly better than I did. Okay okay but I am funnier.
It consumed every facet of my life until my algorithm served me exactly what would be the answer I sought. A permanent possession spell. All I had to do was order from some sketchy website and follow the ritual with the materials they sent. But one thing was clear….its a one way trip. I racked my brain with the decision as I sat in my sad studio apartment watching a box of ritual ingredients. Screw it, I brewed the tea-like concoction and waited until I felt anything. It tasted like nothing but boy did I FEEL it. It felt like I developed the largest splitting migraine in my life coupled with some sick nausea. I ran to the restroom to vomit and as I prepared to go everything went dark. I opened what I thought were my eyes groggily when I looked down to see myself…..I tried to feel a pulse but a force blocked me from touching myself. That was it. My whole life just upended over jealousy….
If this was forever, then I have to make it worth it. I hurried over to Izzy’s place and not a moment too soon. Henry had just arrived, talking to Izzy in the kitchen, well more like they were frisky while cooking some food. I watched as they sat next to each other at the table nearly inside each other as they attempted to eat. It made me sick. Izzy whispered all the things he wanted to do to Henry in the sensual way he used to in my ear. That’s for me not HIM! As my man sauntered his way up the stairs leaving Henry to clean up. I pounced.
If I could have choked him out I would, but instead my hand began the process. I tried to place my hand around his neck but instead his body magnetically pulled me in. He struggled as he tried to turn off the water and yell upstairs for help. But my lust for Izzy was too strong for Henry’s desire to pilot his own body. After a few minutes I gained control of my much shorter form. He may be shorter than me but his beautifully tanned body was stacked with hard muscle and god what a bubble butt I told myself as I grasped it with a firm squeeze. That’s when his consciousness reached its loudest pleading for me to stop.
Saved by the bell as Izzy silently swooped down to sweep me off my feet and up to his bed. The playbook was the same although I hated to admit there was something in these interactions that was missing when he filled me. Passion. I knew how to take him and all his girth in my body but Henry was a pro in ways I didn’t know you could be. He bent me and held my legs in ways you see in all those crazy videos. He told me to get on my knees and almost as if reflexive I was there.
This view was electric and thank god. It was the only way to get rid of Henry forever. Izzy’s massive chest sent me over the edge. Rope after rope of my new babies flowed out, not just clearing my mind of hormones but excavating the former operator of this body. Henry was juiced out and I was about to have some new juices put in.
All that to say, I guess I didn’t introduce myself yet. My name’s “Henry,” me and my new husband Izzy are in the honeymoon villa and we would love if you could bring us some more towels and those margaritas.
Strap in for one of my longest stories ever! There’s a lot of plot and plenty of smut to go with it. This is also the first body swap story I’ve written around an existing fictional character so I hope all you Omni-Man lovers out there enjoy this one.
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For a long time now Earth had been subject to a subtle rise in super powered individuals. Some born with strange powers, others experimented on and some even cursed. Despite only making up a tiny fraction of the population, these people would shape society and the way humans live their lives. Some would use their powers for evil, causing terror and mayhem, while others used their powers for justice and good. This led to the creation of many superhero teams around the world, some of which followed their own rules while others worked closely with organisations such as The Global Defence Agency, GDA for short, led by Cecil Steadman. But across all the weird and wonderful superhero teams, there was one that stood out above all. The Guardians of the Globe. They were a collection of some of the world's finest heroes and a symbol of hope for everyone on earth. For the first ten years since their team debut, they were seen as every villain's worst nightmare. That was until he arrived…
Omni-Man.
He simply arrived on earth without warning one day. The first thing he did was take down an incredibly powerful sea monster single handed; even the strongest of heroes would’ve struggled against it yet he hardly broke a sweat. It turned out he was an alien from a far off planet. He claimed to have been sent to earth by his people so he could be the protector of this world. Naturally most people were unsure of this new visitor from outer space at first but over time the public grew to trust him. How could they not when he helped prevent crisis after crisis? It wasn’t long until he had his own superhero costume and identity that was adored by the masses. Not only that but he was quickly recognised as the new most powerful hero on the planet by a very wide margin. He performed feats that would’ve otherwise taken entire teams of heroes. His strength was so unbelievable that nobody even knew what his true limit was. Omni-Man was an unstoppable force and by proxy he became the new symbol of might, justice and peace for the world. One would outshine even the Guardians of the Globe. Most criminals quivered at the mention of his name and only the stupidest ones actually challenged him. But he never lost. In fact there were hardly any records of Omni-Man even getting hurt in a fight. It was no wonder he rose to the very top of the popularity rankings almost immediately after being added to the public vote.
Unfortunately even his presence couldn’t put a complete stop to all the different kinds of monsters, villains and even the odd few alien invasions that frequently put innocent lives in peril. The difference now was that everyone held onto the hope that Omni-Man would save them no matter the threat. And he always did. His casualties were very few and his success rate was practically a hundred percent.
Almost twenty years have passed since. Omni-Man has long since cemented himself in the minds of many. Most youngsters don’t even remember a world without him. Beyond that he had super fans galore who would do anything to meet him and it was no wonder. After all he wasn’t just powerful, he was drop dead gorgeous too. His chiselled features were framed by a strong jaw and matched by a set of sharp piercing blue eyes that made him the image of masculinity. The way his hair shifted from black to silver near his temples gave him an added air of rugged maturity and immediately qualified him for the rank of sexy silver fox. And who could possibly forget the iconic mustache that’d sat just underneath nose since the day he arrived on earth. All that coupled with that fact that his body was epitome of male perfection made him completely irresistible. Every muscle group from his pecs and biceps to his quads and glutes looked as though they’d been carved by the gods themselves in an effort to mould him into the perfect man. Need we even mention the tight and revealing spandex his hero suit was made out of.
He was every man and woman’s living wet dream. Endless admirers had confessed their undying love for him which only increased the demand for his true identity to be uncovered. What was his real name? Where did he live? What did he do when he wasn’t saving the world? Sadly for all those admirers, the civilian identity of Omni-Man was kept safe and secure thanks to the GDA and their advanced methods of hiding information from the public, as shady as it was. Though it was still a wonder how the hell they managed it when the alien hero never even bothered to hide his face.
Needless to say, Omni-Man appeared to be untouchable in every sense. And for the longest time he was. That is until one man managed to hack his way into the GDA’s database undetected. His name was Viktor Hailburn. He was an undisputed super genius and underground villain. He didn’t have a supervillain name or anything like that. Just a goal. The same goal as most other super villains. To take over the world as its rightful ruler. Granted it sounded a little bland when you boiled it down but the details were where it got really interesting. Viktor had been perfecting his master plan for over ten years now and he always knew that Omni-Man would be the key. He didn’t know how at first but he soon figured it out.
He’d tested all of his machines and equipment a hundred times over. He’d run simulations of every possible outcome to his plan, good and bad. But to actually begin his plan Viktor would have to accomplish something that no other person on planet earth had ever done before. Something that most people would consider impossible. And that was to capture Omni-Man. It was a monumental task and was partly the reason his plan had taken so damn long but there was no other way. Even someone as seemingly perfect as Omni-Man had to have a weakness somewhere. Something that could be exploited.
That’s what led him to hacking into the GDA database. He knew they’d have extensive files on him and for the most part they didn’t disappoint. Viktor found out that Omni-Man’s real name was Nowl-Ahn though he changed the spelling to Nolan shortly after arriving on earth. Viktor learned all about Omni-Man’s given reasons for being here as well as the name of his home planet Viltrum. He also learned that the hero had started a family with a woman named Deborah Grayson whom he’d married and taken the last name of. They even had a son named Mark. Viktor made sure to catalogue all the information he could get. All of it was valuable for sure but no matter how deep he dove into the GDA’s most top secret files, he couldn't find any information on a known weakness. From what he could tell, the current contingency plan for Omni-Man going rogue more or less came down to throwing every hero and weapon on the planet at him in the hopes that a miracle would happen. It was a downer for sure but Viktor refused to give up. So instead he resigned to watching every fight Omni-Man engaged in from there on out in the hopes that one day he’d find the Achilles heel he was looking for.
So after a couple years of passively observing Omni-Man’s battles, Viktor would eventually find luck while watching live footage of the hero fighting against an enormous bird-like dinosaur. At first the battle didn’t seem at all special. Omni-Man fended off the creature effortlessly while keeping it from getting too close to civilians. He drew it away from the city it’d been attacking to minimise collateral damage when taking it down. Just as Nolan seemed to be readying himself for a finishing strike however, the dinosaur let out a horrifying scream. Viktor watched on his monitor with wonderful curiosity as Omni-Man covered his ears in pain before falling from the sky. He almost crashed straight into the ground but he was able to regain his composure as soon as the scream stopped. After that the Dinosaur didn’t get a chance to do it again. Omni-Man flew towards it at full speed and tore straight through its body in a fashion that seemed unusually brutal. There was a vexed scowl on the hero's face for just a moment before he flew off and left the GDA to clean up the mess.
At that moment Viktor realised he’d found something big. Something about that scream had stunned Omni-Man. It couldn’t have just been the volume of it. After all Omni-Man had battled much bigger monsters with much louder roars and he’d never batted an eye. Yet this one hurt him. Viktor deduced that it must’ve had something to do with the frequency of the sound. He wasn’t sure why exactly but it seemed to disrupt something in the hero’s body, making him vulnerable. Something to do with his alien biology most likely. Immediately Viktor couldn’t stop the biggest grin from spreading across his face. He’d found what he was looking for. Now all he had to do was study the sound and replicate it. If his theory was correct then suddenly all of his plans would be possible.
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Months after his battle with that dino monster, Nolan had faced dozens upon dozens of other creatures and not one managed to lay a scratch on him. Today was no different. He’d just flown back home after saving Barcelona from an alien kaiju and was looking forward to peeling off his costume. All he wanted now was a nice long shower before settling into the evening with his wife and son. Unfortunately he barely got two steps into the house before what felt like an earthquake shook the ground. The quake was accompanied by an explosion not far away. Whatever it was, it wasn’t natural. Nolan let out a sigh. Just another annoying pest to deal with most likely. He strongly thought about ignoring it. After all, he does most of the work saving this pathetic excuse for a species nowadays. Why not let the other local heroes and the GDA earn their paychecks for once? But after a long moment of consideration, he decided that, whatever it was, it was closer to his house than he was comfortable with. So with irritated grunt, Nolan stepped outside again and launched back into the sky before darting towards the commotion.
He reached the other side of the neighbourhood in seconds to find what appeared to be a massive armoured war machine. It was causing chaos without reason as it smashed through all nearby homes and vehicles. Nolan had half a mind to just rip the robot in half before tossing it into space. Unfortunately he couldn’t tell if it was being controlled remotely or via a pilot on the inside. If the latter was true then he didn’t want to be seen ruthlessly murdering a human if he could help it. He had an image to maintain after all. That in mind he made sure to keep a lid on his power as he charged at the rampaging metal monster.
The robot was just seconds away from stepping on an innocent couple when the heel of Nolan’s boot smashed into its navel. It stumbled on its mechanical legs for a moment, trying to regain its balance, but Nolan didn’t give it the chance as he followed up with a swift uppercut to the head. The robot collapsed onto its back, crashing into the pavement.
“If anyone’s in there, I’d suggest you exit that tin can. Otherwise I’d be more than happy to pull you out myself.” Nolan commented with that trademark smirk of his. Some of the nearby civilians had already begun to cheer at the sight of him.
“Sorry Omni-Man! Unfortunately for you I’m not dumb enough to attempt this in person.” Came a transmitted voice through a speaker on the machine's head. “I must apologise for causing such a mess so close to your home. I was worried one of your buddies from The Guardians might show up instead if I went anywhere else.”
Nolan grunted with amusement. “They’re my colleagues. Not buddies.” There was a twinge contempt in his voice as he folded his arms over his robust pecs. “And you would’ve been better off fighting them anyway; now you’ve given me the go ahead to throw your little toy into the sun.”
“Oh please. My plan was never to fight you.” The robot echoed as more speakers began to emerge from its body. “It was simply to have you all to myself.”
Nolan hardly had a moment to wonder what the words meant before the speakers began to blare with a very specific sound. One that was almost identical to the shriek of that dinosaur. Only this version of the noise had been amplified multiple times over. The caped superhero couldn’t help letting out an excruciating howl. It felt as though something was drilling inside his head and poking at his brain. The pain was so immense that he fell to the ground where he writhed against the hard concrete. Both hands holding his head as he cursed through screams of agony. The man who’d been hailed as the strongest being on the planet was helpless.
The last thing Nolan remembered before blacking out was being picked up by one of the robots massive hands. It gripped his body tight before activating a jet pack and taking flight into the sky. He felt the world around him beginning to spin and fade as the noise continued to buzz in his ears until Nolan finally slipped from consciousness.
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When Nolan finally awoke, the first thing he noticed was that noise again. It was still there ringing in his head. Only now for some reason he wasn’t in any pain. His eyes opened slowly to the glow of bright sterile lights. He blinked a few times as he was met by what looked to be the inside of a shining laboratory filled to the brim with a whole slew of machines. The moment he tried to move however, his body wouldn’t respond. No matter how hard he tried to lift just one of his arms, nothing.
“W-wh-at… th-e… f-fu-c-k…” Nolan struggled to speak. Just moving his mouth right now was a battle. He seemed to be sitting down but it was hard to tell since he couldn’t move his head either. It was tilted up too high to actually see his own body and confirm but he assumed it was a metal chair of some kind given his surroundings. That said. He shifted his eyes around to try and get a wider scope of the place he was in. It was difficult without being able to move his head but amongst the machines he noticed all kinds of tools and gadgets as well as a table across the room with some open schematics for who knows what. He also noticed how some of the contraptions seemed to be human sized test tubes. They were facing away from him though, making them difficult to see inside. Then over to the right, just in the corner of his eye, he was able to make out the silhouette of the robot that’d captured him now sitting idle. The mere sight of it caused him to seethe with fury. He vowed to smash that thing into a million pieces the second he was able to free himself. Then he’d tear out the heart of whichever filthy human created it before reducing this entire place to rubble.
Just then he heard a door slide open. It must’ve been somewhere behind Nolan as he couldn’t see the source of the footsteps that followed. The steps were accompanied by the slurping of a straw mixed with humming. Moments later a man walked into view though he didn't look over at Nolan initially. Instead he strolled past and wandered over towards the giant test tubes before looking into them with an unreadable expression while sipping from a cup of soda.
“Le-t m-me… go… be-f-ore… I r-ri-p… yo-u-ur… t-thr-oa-t… ou-u-t…” Nolan managed to croak out. His words immediately caught the man’s attention who nearly spat out his drink as he turned to look at the bound superhero.
“Jesus! You’re awake?!” Viktor was ironically too stunned to move for a moment as he stared at Omni-Man. After catching his bearings, he slowly approached the strongest man alive. Slightly weary for a moment as the alien hero stared daggers at him. “You’ve been out for over a week but of course the second I go out to burgermart you start to wake up.” He was equal parts fascinated and terrified as he moved closer. “Well you must still be paralysed otherwise I doubt I'd still be standing here. Your conscious mind alone must’ve acclimated somehow to the sound that's been keeping you sedentary for me.” Despite his deduction he was almost hesitant to get too close as if Omni-Man might jump out at him at any second. But he pushed past his fear. He set down the soda cup on a nearby workbench before closing the distance between them. His heart felt as though it was about to burst right out of his chest with how hard and fast it was beating. “Also… ripping people’s throats out isn’t a very superhero-y thing to do.”
“I’-ll… ge-et o-ou-t… of t-th-is.” Nolan threatened again, mustache quivering as he forced the words out with every bit of strength he had.
Viktor bit his bottom lip while scanning Omni-Man’s eyes. “You know, despite being immobilised, I actually believe you. I don’t know if you’re aware but you can be one scary alien mother fucker. I know that you’re meant to be this beacon of hope and good for the world but I’ve been watching you very closely for a long time. Watching your battles and public appearances. Every little piece of media you’ve got out there. And every now and then I’ve noticed this look in your eyes. You try to hide it behind your charm and charisma but there’s something dark in you. Something that I don’t think you want anyone on earth to see.” Viktor took a small step back and allowed his gaze to wander over Omni-Man’s body for a moment before locking eyes with the hero again. “I mean… just now you threatened to kill me in cold blood. That’s not the hero I and everyone else knows. We could chalk it up to your anger towards me for getting the better of you but I just don’t buy that.”
Nolan didn’t attempt to say another word. He wasn't about to entertain the suspicions of this pathetic worm no matter how right they may be. Instead he only narrowed his eyes with a growing fury.
There was a moment of silence between the two. The only sound that could be heard was the buzzing from the speakers around the room that kept Omni-Man paralysed. Viktor had grown used to the sound by now. It was irritating at first but overall harmless to humans.
“I bet you’re wondering how I did this huh? How I captured you.” Viktor stuffed his hands in his pockets as an egotistical smirk crept across his face. He went on to explain how he’d hacked into the GDA’s Database and had been watching all his fights through their spy drones. Looking for any kind of potential weakness the unstoppable man might’ve had. And he finally found it during Omni-Man’s fight with that feathered dinosaur. “I recreated its scream and produced a sound with an almost identical frequency. I wasn’t sure if it would work but as soon as I got my trusty robot over there to blast you with it, you were helpless. Since then I’ve studied your body and from what I can tell you’ve got a very complex inner ear system. If I were to guess it’s what enables you to fly and keep your equilibrium in check. Very incredible stuff.” Viktor explained with a half mocking whistle. “The only downside is that your inner ear can be super sensitive when struck by just the wrong kind of sound. In most cases it would cause extreme pain but over the week I’ve had you locked up in here I’ve done some testing. Monitoring your body’s response while making tiny adjustments to the sound until I finally found one that paralysed your nerves completely. God I’m such a fucking genius…”
Nolan was forced to endure as Viktor went on to gloat about how a weak human like him captured and subdued someone like Omni-Man. A feat not even the GDA had been able to crack. Viktor began to dance circles like a mad man around the chair Nolan was stuck in as he admitted how thrilling it was to finally be able to speak to Nolan directly about all this. Then, without any warning, Viktor got right up in Nolan’s face. Their eyes were only mere inches apart. Nolan wasn’t sure what to think until Viktor pressed their lips together, kissing Nolan hard and deep as the Viltrumites eyes widened with shock and disgust. Yet there was nothing he could do to stop his mustache framing tickling Viktor’s stubble as the scientist tasted Nolan’s lips.
When Viktor broke the kiss, Nolan didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to because his eyes said it all. Pure unfiltered rage burned through them like a blazing inferno that threatened to consume Viktor and reduce his body to ash. Viktor’s body reacted on its own with a sense of pure dread that he couldn’t control. Like a deer catching the gaze of a blood thirsty lion. But that terrified primal feeling quickly morphed into the kind of euphoria you’d normally only get if you were an adrenaline junkie.
“Mmmmm… that was sensational. Those lips of yours are delicious Nolan. Do you mind if I call you Nolan? Or would you prefer Mr Grayson?” Viktor couldn’t help tormenting a little as he traced his fingers along Nolan’s cheek. “I know all about you and your family. That’s how I knew where to plant my war robot. I knew you’d be the first on the scene if I made enough commotion near your house. You played right into my hands.” He moved his fingers to gently brush across Nolan’s mustache. That thick upper lip hair sent a perverted chill down his spine.
Viktor stepped back eventually, hands in his pockets again. He looked deep in thought for a moment before eventually speaking up again. “You’re probably wondering why I went through so much trouble to capture you and not attempt to kill you. Well here’s the deal. No matter how smart I am or how powerful I make my machines, it won’t ever be enough to achieve my dream of world domination. Especially not with you and all those other heroes flying around. So instead I’m going to use you. More specifically, I was going to use your DNA.”
“Wh-ha-t… f-fo-r?…” Nolan managed to ask through gritted teeth.
“I am so glad you asked.” Viktor turned on his heel and marched back over towards the large test tubes he’d been inspecting earlier. He grinned at Nolan as he pulled a remote out of pocket. Viktor punched in a few buttons and suddenly all of the test tubes began to rotate so that the glass was facing Nolan. “Ta-daaa!”
Nolan’s eyes bulged with horror. Inside each test tube was a large naked man that somehow looked identical to him. He counted at least ten of them. All with the same salt and pepper hair. All with a matching Viltrumite mustache. All showcasing the same muscular build as him. All carrying a set of cock and balls between their legs that was indistinguishable from Nolan’s own. And each and every one of them had his exact facial features down to the tiniest detail. They looked like perfect copies.
“Wh-at… t-th-e… f-fu-uck-k…” Nolan grunted out as he glanced between the test tubes and Viktor.
Viktor held his arms out wide. “Surprise!! Meet your new twins!” He did a little twirl on the spot for emphasis. “This is what I’ve been cooking up while you were asleep. Ten big strong healthy clones of the one and only Omni-Man. As soon as I had a plentiful supply of your DNA, I was able to feed it into my machines to grow more of you.” He turned away from Omni-Man to look at one of the clones directly. “They grew pretty fast too. If I were to clone myself it would’ve taken about three weeks to finish. Your clones though? They were fully grown after just three days. I can only imagine it has something to do with the potency of your Viltrumite cells.” Viktor’s eyes shamelessly admired the naked form of the clone he was staring at. Chewing on his tongue a little as he drooled over that perfectly replicated daddy cock. “Unfortunately, as it stands right now, my clones are only identical to you in appearance. Their bone and muscle density is nowhere near that of yours. On top of that they’ve yet to develop any kind of flight capability. For all intents and purposes, they’re just human versions of you.”
Nolan looked at each of the different clones. They were abominations, he thought. He already knew the first thing he was going to do when he broke free was destroy each and every one of them. This is after he’d dealt with Viktor.
“I’m not sure what I’ve done wrong exactly. Naturally I’ve never worked with DNA like yours so there’s every chance I’ve missed something crucial. On the other hand maybe I just need to be more patient. After all, your son hasn’t developed powers yet has he? According to those files I read, you seem pretty convinced he’ll grow into them one day.” Viktor glanced over his shoulder at the real Omni-Man again. “If you’re correct then It’s possible that your clones just need more time to develop their powers as well.”
Viktor turned and slowly walked back over to Nolan. “Unfortunately time isn’t something I’m in a mass abundance of right now. I was betting on having a team of sexy Omni-Men under my control within three weeks but for all I know it could be months before they have powers. If they develop powers at all. But I probably don’t have months. I can hide from the GDA for maybe a month but with you in my custody it’s only a matter of time before they figure me out. Not to mention you’ve just complicated this further by proving that your brain can acclimate to the sound that was supposed to keep you in a coma. If the rest of your body starts to adapt as well and then it’s game over for me.” It all sounded grim but the smile on Viktor’s face didn’t fade and it soon became clear as to why. “And that’s exactly why evil geniuses like me always have a Plan B. My Plan A was always risky with all the unknown variables surrounding the production of your clones so I knew I’d need a backup. And with the way things are going, it’s looking more and more like I won’t have a choice.”
Nolan refused to speak.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what Plan B is?” Viktor teased.
Still silence.
Viktor couldn’t help but snicker a little at annoyance on Nolan’s face. “What a grumpy man you are. Well don’t worry because I’m gonna tell you anyway. If I’m not able to create a bunch of clones in time to take over the world for me, then I’ll just take your real body instead. That way I can do the dirty work with my own hands. Or well… your hands I suppose. You get the point. I’m gonna put my mind inside that hulking Viltrumite body of yours and enjoy it for all it’s worth.” He reached out and touched one of Nolan’s arms before giving one of those giant biceps a squeeze through the fabric of his hero suit. Viktor could practically feel the raw strength flowing through them as he moved up towards Nolan’s massive shoulders before finally cupping his heavy pecs. There was enough power stored in those muscles to erase entire cities off the map with ease. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stop flexing and jerking off to my own reflection once all this is mine.” He chuckled.
Viktor shook his head. “No. No you won’t. I’m not gonna give you that chance.” He allowed his hands to roam across Nolan’s chest for a moment longer before grabbing either side of Nolan’s face. He moved closer again, making Nolan think another forced kiss was coming, but instead Viktor pressed their foreheads together. Holding himself there silently for a good minute or so before continuing. “I’m giving your clones 48 hours to develop powers. If they haven’t done so by then, I’m going to take you.” He rubbed his fingers through the hair on the sides of Nolan’s head. “It’ll be a risky procedure I admit. That’s why it was Plan B. Everything is unpredictable when it comes to dealing with alien biology like yours. But with the potential pay off being so massive, it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
Nolan grunted as Viktor pulled away. He watched as the scientist turned and walked back over towards the workbench where he picked his soda cup from earlier. Quickly slurping from the straw again in an obnoxiously loud fashion.
“How long does a Viltrumite live anyway?” Viktor asked nonchalantly. “I mean it must be a lot longer than a human right?” He glanced over his shoulder briefly to look at Nolan before turning away again. “Everyone’s noticed how you’ve been here for over twenty years and yet you don’t look a day older than when you arrived on Earth. Not even an extra wrinkle around your eyes.” He slurped on the drink again. “You were always so vague with your answers when asked by the press. Never once have you told anyone your actual age. Only that you live a lot longer than us. But how much constitutes a lot? A few hundred years? A thousand? Ten thousand!? Fuck. Think of what I could do with all that time. My brains and your body. Never mind earth, I could take over the damn universe!” He slumped his shoulders slightly while marinating in the idea. “Maybe I’m getting a bit ahead of myself but… shoot for the stars right? Literally.”
Nolan was forced to sit and watch as that arrogant little prick strolled out his line of sight. He tried to turn his head but it was next to impossible. Just moving his eyes and mouth alone was a battle.
He couldn’t believe he’d allowed this to happen. Like most Viltrumites, he was aware of the weakness in his ears. He just never imagined these primitive humans would not only uncover it but find a way to exploit it too. A single human at that. He’d underestimated them. It made him wish he’d subjugated the entire planet the moment he arrived. Instead he’d played superhero for these people while raising a child with one of them to see how compatible human genetics were with viltrumites. It was moronic but that was the mission he was assigned.
The mustached alien told himself that he’d make it out of this some way or another and that when he did, he was gonna do what he should’ve done from the start. Enslave this entire species and force them under the rule of the viltrum empire whether they liked it or not.
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Viktor returned a couple hours later. He apologised, saying he had to run a few tests and check the security on his laboratory. Just to make sure they wouldn’t have any unexpected guests anytime soon. But now, they could have some fun.
“I’m guessing you haven’t noticed yet right?” Viktor hummed, his eyes briefly flickering down to Nolan’s crotch. “I mean if you had I’m sure you would’ve said something.” He was being needlessly cryptic but he couldn’t help himself.
Nolan didn't bother to speak. He didn’t know what Viktor was referring to and at this point he didn’t really want to know. All he wanted was to see that man dead at his feet.
Viktor chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment before walking over to a nearby control panel and typing in a few commands. Seconds later the back of the chair that supported Nolan’s head began to bend, allowing his head to move forward and for his line of sight to tilt down towards his groin. He could see now for certain that he was sitting in a thick metal chair with his arms, legs and torso strapped down for safety. He was still wearing his hero suit of course. Despite how perverted Viktor was, he hadn’t completely stripped Nolan. Viktor had cut away at some parts around the arms so he could get to the skin underneath for tests but that wasn’t what made Nolan’s stomach churn.
The part of his costume that covered his crotch had been removed.
Until that moment, Nolan didn’t think he could’ve felt any more hatred towards Viktor. Yet as he was forced to look down and see his fat cock and balls sitting heavy and exposed, there was an unbridled fury he hadn’t experienced for hundreds of years. As he imagined how Viktor might’ve violated him, he wished he could fly around the planet at speeds so fast it would scorch the surface along with every disgusting human that lived on it. For this man to touch his cock and handle his crown jewels, the entire species needed to perish for it. He wouldn’t have cared about the consequences he would’ve faced when the other Viltrumites found out. Besides, most of them would do the same. Unfortunately Nolan didn’t have that choice now. He was still completely powerless and unable to move.
Viktor grinned while watching murderous thoughts swarm through the hero’s head. “Bet you’re wondering if I’ve been playing with it huh?” He teased as he slowly walked towards Nolan. “Wondering if I’ve had my hands all over that thick gorgeous dad cock? Playing with it. Jerking it for you while you were sleeping…” Viktor loomed over the strongest man on earth for a moment. Hunger in his eyes as he stared down at that dick. Ever since he freed it from that tight spandex, it’d been a constant distraction. If ever he was working nearby Omni-Man, he’d always catch himself glancing at it. “Who am I kidding? Of course I’ve been touching it.” He chuckled before reaching down and wrapping his palm around Nolan’s shaft, groaning a little as he felt it pulse in response. He couldn’t even count how many times he’d put off his work just to wrap his lips around that thing. Or simply to grip it tightly just like he was now before jacking it off until those massive nuts were forced to churn out a huge load that would either coat the floor, Nolan’s boots or Viktor’s face.
“Ge-t… th-h-e… f-fuc-k… o-off…” Nolan growled. He couldn’t even feel Viktor’s hand. The paralysis made it impossible. Hence why he hadn’t even noticed his cock sitting freely this entire time. But despite not being able to feel it, he could still see his dick beginning to harden against his will. The more Viktor jerked, the longer and stiffer it grew until Nolan was twitching at full mast. He almost couldn't believe it was possible while he was in this state but the proof was right there staring up at him.
“Jesus I’ll never get over how huge you are.” Viktor loved the way his hand struggled to contain the girth of Nolan’s cock. He thought back on the first time he saw it shortly after capturing Omni-Man. The raw sense of building anticipation as he cut away at the suit before freeing that beautiful dick from its fabric prison. Even flaccid it was a mouthwatering sight but when it was hard… it was something else. If he had to describe it in one word, it’d be superior. Just like the semen he carried in his balls. Ever since releasing it, he couldn’t help indulging. His hands had already memorised the shape just as his mouth memorised the taste. “You know if it hadn't been for the fact that it was slowing down the cloning process, I would’ve been drinking your cum multiple times a day.”
The cogs in Nolan’s brain turned at that statement. “W-wh-at?…” he asked though a part of him didn’t want to know what Viktor meant.
Viktor gave Nolan’s bulging cock a few more hearty strokes before finally responding. “The cloning process. It requires a substantial amount of your DNA. Especially for this many of them. Initially I was going to take your blood but trying to pierce your skin was like trying to cut through layers of diamond. I could’ve done it eventually but why go through all that effort when there's a much easier way to harvest DNA right in between your legs.” Viktor squeezed the base of Nolan’s dick before waving it around tauntingly. He used his other hand to massage the heavy balls underneath while leaning to kiss the tip gently.
Nolan watched as Viktor stood again and walked away to type something else into that control panel. Fingers tapping away against the keyboard until Nolan saw a small hatch open up on the floor near his feet. He narrowed his gaze as something began to rise from underneath. It took him a moment to realise what exactly the contraption was. The part he saw first was some kind of cylindrical tube. The inside of the tube was lined with plush ribbed silicone that was designed to stretch and contract. On the end of it was a small opening tipped with a silicone ring. The tube itself was attached to a machine with a bunch of large collection vials on its side. He stared at it for a moment until it finally hit him.
It was a fucking cock pump.
“G-Ge-t… th-ha-t… fu-u-cki-ng… t-thi-ng… awa-ay… f-fr-om… m-me!…” Nolan fought with everything he had to get those words. This was all quickly turning from a very bad dream into a complete and utter nightmare.
“Sorry, I can't hear you. Too busy getting you ready for your next milking.” Viktor practically skipped back over towards Nolan before bending down again until his eyes met the viltrumites once more. He glanced between Nolan’s face, his cock, and the pump before waggling his eyebrows. “You ready? I know it’s not technically your first time. I’ve used this thing to harvest your cum every day since your arrival. However this’ll be the first time you’ve been awake for it so that’s exciting huh!” Viktor reached a hand up and patted Nolan on the shoulder somewhat condescendingly.
“H-how… m-an-y… ti-m-es?…” Nolan growled.
“How many times did my machine steal your cum? Hard to say since it typically squeezes as many loads as it can in one sitting. Especially with you. Those balls of yours are extremely productive.” Viktor cupped Nolan’s testicles again as he teased. “But I’d have to say… hmmm… somewhere firmly between one and two hundred times. And don’t worry! Every last drop is being put to good use. Most of it went to the current clones but now I’m just building up a supply for future clones and any other experiments.” Viktor only continued to tease Nolan. How could he not when he had a man like that completely under his thumb. But soon it was time for the real fun to begin.
Naturally Nolan grunted and growled in protest when Viktor finally grabbed the tube and began guiding it closer to Nolan’s fat throbbing cock. He rubbed the head of Nolan’s dick gently against the tight ring that threatened to swallow it. Viktor’s gaze darted up to Nolan’s face every couple of seconds just to see his reaction. Never in their wildest wet dreams would any normal person have believed that Omni-Man could be put in such a humiliatingly helpless situation such as this. But Viktor had. And he took immense satisfaction in finally watching the tube swallow Nolan’s cock all the way down to the base. Once there, he pressed a button on the machine that caused the ring of the tube to vacuum seal itself around the base of Nolan’s dick, locking the pump in place. After that, all it took was a few quick button presses to start it going. Nolan managed to tell Viktor that if he valued his life then he’d remove it but nothing he said would stop the machine from whirring to life.
“Thereeeee we go.” Viktor grinned as he watched the tube begin to suck and pump around Nolan’s cock.
The Viltrumite still couldn’t feel much but just seeing it was enough. His cock was stiffer than an iron pole as the machine worked it gently. The rhythm started slow and considerate like it was just teasing him. But gradually its pace would start to increase along with the suction. Nolan bit the inside of his mouth. Seeing his cock getting stroked seemed to cause a level of phantom pleasure despite his paralysis. His brain unwillingly tricked Nolan into believing he could feel some kind of sensation. He detested it.
“So we’re only going for one load right now. Don’t wanna milk you too much because I’ve got something special planned for you now that you’re awake. Plus, once my mind is in your body, I’ll have fun draining those balls myself.”
Nolan wanted to look away but the tilt on his seat forced him to keep his gaze down. He could close eyes but even then he’d still know what was happening. It was one thing for this man to have been groping his muscles while he was unconscious. But this? It made Nolan sick. Yet there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Not even as he watched the first few beads of precum being coaxed out of his dick. It was beyond humiliating and with every pump Nolan began to wonder if there was even a way out of this. His only hope was that the GDA would figure out where he was being held. He knew they’d crack it eventually; they always did. The thought of relying on them made him even more sick but it was better than the alternative. This is if they made it in time…
“I’m genuinely surprised at how potent your DNA is by the way. Even the best human clones can be pinpointed as unnatural anomalies when their DNA is inspected closely enough. Their cells are much more artificial. But the clones I’ve made using your delicious cum are a very different story. I’ve inspected each and every one of them and even their cells are hard to distinguish from yours. The sperm you carry in those balls is so powerful that my these clones might as well be your legitimate twin brothers right down to their genetic code. Well… assuming they develop the same powers as you eventually.” Viktor glanced over at the multiple human sized containers. All those Nolan’s. All perfect and beautiful in every way just like the original. His Plan A.
The machine continued to pump. Rolling back and forth along Nolan’s girthy shaft. Squeezing and massaging every inch of that meaty cock as his balls began to churn. More and more beads of precum began to spill much to Nolan’s dismay. He watched his dick throb insistently inside the tube like it was begging him for help but there was nothing Nolan could do. He could only watch as the spasms grew more and more erratic. Nolan knew he must’ve been getting close. He’d masturbated enough times to know when his dick was getting ready to shoot. Any moment now cum was going to gush from the tip of his cock. He angrily gritted his teeth but when it finally happened, he just couldn’t look away for a second. His balls pulled up tight and moments later rope after rope of thick high quality Viltrumite semen launched inside the tube. The pump was quick to suck up every last drop where it was deposited into one of the many vials around the machine. Filling it up with Nolan’s otherworldly cum as the pump refused to let even the tiniest dribble get away. It continued to suction away even as Nolan’s dick started to soften.
“Mmmmm. A nice big load today. That’ll do nicely.” Viktor commented as he ran a hand through Nolan’s disheveled hair. “Your dick must be getting used to this. The first few times I tried to milk you, it was like your body was resisting subconsciously. Took forever to get you to cum and when you didn’t it wasn’t a whole lot. Now though? You cum so much quicker and practically unload your balls.” He reached down and grabbed Nolan’s nuts again, rolling them in his hand slightly. “Such a good daddy now aren’t you? If only we had more time for you to keep being my cum cow. It’s been such a pleasure to watch.”
Viktor waited a moment or two before finally shutting off the machine. It released its hold on Nolan’s cock, allowing Viktor to pull the tube off with a pop. Nolan’s dick flopped out, sitting wet and satisfied between his legs. The Viltrumite could only wish that was the end of his humiliation but unfortunately he knew better. He remembered what Viktor had said earlier about having ‘something special’ for him. After what he just had to endure, he couldn’t bear to think what else this insane human could have in mind.
Nolan could hear Viktor’s footsteps as he walked away. With his head tilted down, Nolan had no idea what the scientist was doing. All he heard was a few very distinct beeps coming from across the room followed by the sound of fluid draining and finally the opening of a door. It took him a moment to put the pieces together but when he heard Viktor telling someone that it was time to wake up, he knew what was happening. Viktor was letting out one of those clones!
“How are you feeling Omni-Four? This is the third time you’ve been awake now. Has anything changed since last time?” Viktor asked the clone. All of them had been assigned numbers to keep things simple. “Do you feel stronger perhaps?”
Four stretched his neck and muscles a little. “I don’t think so sir. I feel the same as far as I’m able to tell.” His tone sounded halfway between robotic and natural. Like he was still getting to grips on how to speak normally. But his voice. It was undoubtedly Omni-Man. Not to mention his body looked as though it’d come directly out of a mould of Nolan’s. The same ample pecs that Viktor couldn’t help reaching out to grope. The same bubble butt that Nolan showed off in that tight spandex all the time. The same mountainous biceps that would hopefully contain the same godlike strength one day.
“Figured as much. Well that’s okay, I’m already preparing Plan B anyways. Especially now that the real Omni-Man has woken up.” Viktor shrugged.
Four’s eyes widened as his gaze swiftly turned to Nolan, still strapped down firmly. “What? My creator is awake??” He questioned with a mix of wonder and excitement. The other two times he’d been awoken, he and his brothers had seen Nolan unconscious in the chair. They thanked him anyway for the gift of life his balls he bestowed upon them all. But now he had a chance to thank the great Nolan for real! “May I speak with him sir?”
Viktor nodded. “Go ahead. That’s half the reason I wanted you awake.”
The pair made their way back over towards Nolan. It wasn’t long before they were close enough that Nolan could see both their legs. Fours’s feet and calves were the same as his. Thighs too from what he could tell. He almost didn’t want to see the face but a morbid sense of curiosity prevented him from closing his eyes when the clone squatted down so that their eyes could meet at last.
“It is good to finally make your acquaintance Mr Grayson.” Four said, his eyes staring directly into Nolan’s. It was like staring into a mirror. Every feature, every colour, every hair. All of it was the same besides the fact that four was still wet from the fluid he’d been suspended in. It was almost nauseating how uncanny it was. But despite it all, something in their eyes seemed different. Nolan’s eyes still burned with an unparalleled hatred for everything that was happening. Four’s eyes however seemed so calm and subservient by contrast. Submissive almost. “I wanted to say how thankful I am for your DNA. You’ve granted me and my brothers such perfect bodies to begin our existence in. The basic information uploaded to my brain tells me that my form, and by extension yours, would be seen as peak male condition. I am incredibly grateful.”
“H-ho-w… ar-re… y-you… mov-in-g…” Nolan managed to grunt out. After all, if this was a clone of him then shouldn’t it have been paralysed by the same sound that was being played constantly to keep Nolan at bay.
“Oh! That is thanks to the implants in my ears. The kind doctor installed them. They are embedded deep and protect my inner ear from any harmful sounds. All of us have them.” Four explained with a casual smile.
“You’ll get to have them eventually, Nolan. As soon as I’m the one in the driver's seat of course.” Viktor butted in as he crouched down beside Four.
Four’s eyes drifted down towards Nolan’s crotch. “May I say that your penis looks exquisite. My body is responding intensely to the sight of it.” He briefly looks down at his own girthy dick, pawing at it a little. “I am truly humbled to be blessed with an identical one.” He added while giving his cock a few tugs.
“Say Four… how’s about you show Nolan here just how much you appreciate him by giving that dick of his some love. It helped bring about your existence after all.” Viktor suggested with a sly grin. “Not to mention, receiving some DNA directly from the source may help to bring about your Viltrumite abilities.”
Four looked over at Viktor with shock. “Really?! It would be my pleasure, Doctor!” Four exclaimed.
Nolan hated seeing this mirror reflection of himself acting so subservient and perverted. Unfortunately he barely had a moment to furrow his brow over it before the clone had its lips wrapped around his still half hard cock. It was a sight he’d have never wished to see in a million years. His own face sucking eagerly on a fat cock. Four’s mustache curving around the top lip as he vacuumed his cheeks around Nolan’s thick shaft. Head bobbing back and forth eagerly like a whore. All the while gently fondly Nolan’s balls like the precious cargo they were.
As Four got to work, Viktor made sure to drink in the sight of what was essentially Omni-Man getting a blowjob from himself. Watching the way Four’s lips stretched to accommodate the enormous dick they had in common. His brain was taking mental screenshots of it all. But he couldn’t help wanting to see a slightly different angle. So he stood back up straight and slowly marched around until he stood directly behind Four. He watched the back of his bobbing head with the streak of silver hair that wrapped around it, iconic to Nolan. But of course that wasn’t what Viktor had moved to see. It was that fat bubbly muscle ass he was showing off proudly with the curve of his back. Those two enormous globes were a full course meal just waiting to be feasted upon, just like the real Nolan’s ass. So enticing with a tight hole that’d never once been entered.
Viktor couldn’t help biting his lip as he took in the sight. It wasn’t the first time he’d admired one of Nolan’s clones. In the few times he’d let them out, he couldn’t help ‘admiring’ his handiwork. He’d made out with them. Got them to make out with each other. Worshiped their bodies. Inspected their muscles. Smacked their ass’. Between all of them, Viktor had probably explored every crevice of Nolan’s body. Well… almost every crevice. Despite how tempting it was, he hadn’t fucked any of the clones yet. He was trying not to get too physically invested in them yet. He did however get Omni-Six and Omni-Nine to suck each other off simultaneously. It was probably one of the hottest things he’d seen in his entire life up until now.
Four grunted slightly onto Nolan’s cock as Viktor gave his ass a slap hard enough to leave behind a red mark. The muscle recoiled slightly from impact in a way that made Four’s cock jump. Nolan could just about see what had happened and it only made him more repulsed knowing how his body was being used as nothing more than an object for desire.
“You’re doing a great job at showing your gratitude Omni-Four.” Viktor hummed as he squeezed one of Four’s hefty ass cheeks again. “Both to him and me.” He muttered.
Four didn’t answer. Only making a vague thank you noise through all the slurping and gagging. He was trying his best to deepthroat the monstrous dick before him but the real Nolan didn’t really have much practice sucking cock and therefore his clones were in the same boat. The idea of deepthroating such a big dick was well out of the question right now but if all went to plan then they should have at least hundreds of years to practice until their gag reflexes were nonexistent.
The blowjob must’ve gone on for a good fifteen minutes or so after that. Viktor moved around a fair bit to watch from as many different view points as he could while admiring both Omni-Men. Four seemed to get more determined with every passing minute. It’d started gentle and slow but by the end he had this resolute look of his chiseled face. As if there was nothing in the world that could stop him from swallowing Nolan’s cum and finally he got exactly what he desired.
Nolan’s face twisted as he watched the clone's expression melt into satisfaction. His cum was drained down Four’s throat who was more than happy to gulp every last drop. It was a surprisingly large load considering he’d been milked by the machine not long prior. So much so that even when Four finally released Nolan’s cock from his mouth, it let out one final surprise spurt of cum that hit Four in the face. It dripped down into the clone’s impeccable mustache which he didn’t hesitate to lick.
“That was divine!” Four beamed as he felt Nolan’s cum settling inside of him. “Thank you both so much for choosing me to have this honour.” He added humbly as he slowly stood back up.
Viktor came and patted Four on his muscled back. “Anytime big guy. Now how’s about we get you back in your chamber for now.”
Four looked slightly saddened by that. “Is that necessary doctor? I feel perfectly fine outside. I would love to explore the world a little more.”
The scientist wrapped an arm around the clone before turning him around and guiding towards the chamber again. “I know you would. Your fellow clones want the same. But right now you’re too vulnerable. You’re just as weak as any human until you receive Viltrumite powers. Not to mention the fluid in the tank keeps your body in perfect condition to continue growing and evolving until you’re just as powerful as the original.” He gave his best attempt to comfort the clone as they reached Omni-Four’s container. “Hopefully the next time I let you out will be the last.” Viktor added kindly.
Four sighed as he stepped back in and closed his eyes, the door sealing shut behind him. Slowly but surely the tank refilled with the same fluid from before as he drifted back to sleep.
With that, Viktor returned his attention to Nolan. He tapped a few keys on one of the control panels again which caused the back of Nolan’s seat to recline once again. His line of sight was lifted away from his own crotch until he was looking straight ahead again. Once again reminded of the laboratory he was trapped inside. Robots and gadgets galore along with all those cloning chambers. He narrowed his eyes with disdain at the chamber with Omni-Four written above.
“Just us again huh?” Viktor said as he walked over to another screen just out of Nolan’s view. “It must be weird seeing yourself sucking your dick. If you weren’t such a stick in the mud then maybe you’d enjoy it.” He added shamelessly.
After that there was only silence for a long few moments. The paralysing sound was the only thing filling the air besides the occasional beeps coming from the various machines and computers. Every minute was mentally agonising. Nolan had only been awake for a few hours but it felt like an eternity and that was saying something for a being that’d lived as long as he did. He wished he could say it was a relief when Viktor finally broke that silence again.
“Sorry Nolan.” Viktor began flatly. “I know I said those Omni-Clones were gonna have 48 hours to develop powers before I take your body but I’m gonna have to accelerate our plans. Your body is adapting to the paralysis just like I feared it might. You probably can’t feel it yet but a few of your nerves are starting to reactivate.” Viktor stepped back into Nolan’s field of vision. “I’m giving the clone another 8 hours. That’s it. After that I can’t risk you regaining your strength.”
“N-no… I-I… w-wo-n’t…” Nolan grumbled just coherently enough.
“There’s nothing you can do, Nolan. Just accept it.” Viktor leaned forward and placed his hands on Nolan’s massive shoulders. “Even if the clones had been a resounding success from the start, I was always going to take your body eventually. I was just going to wait until the procedure was less risky to perform. At this point though, I guess we’ll just have to bite the bullet and hope for the best.” Viktor gave Nolan a small kiss of the cheek. “So I suggest you spend these last few hours coming to terms with your fate.” He said with a kind expression that didn’t match the ominous tone of his words.
Nolan’s eyes followed Viktor as he strutted away. He heard the sound of a strong metal door opening and closing, leaving Nolan completely alone again. No slutty clones of himself. No insane scientist taunting or groping him. Just him, his thoughts and that grating sound that’d kept him prisoner.
He thought back on his life. His younger years on planet Viltrum. Venturing out across the stars and seeing new world after world, all of which he helped conquer in the name of their great empire. He’d survived so much. Born after the great purge of the Viltrumite race made him one of the elite by proxy and later backed by his many feats. He’d fought against beasts such as the terrifyingly powerful Rognarr. He’d survived an encounter with the legendary Space Racer and his deadly Infinity Ray. He’d even lived through the devastation caused by the scourge virus on his people. The younger Viltrumites in the empire idolised him. They called him The Great Nowl-Ahn, putting him on a pedestal as an example of the ideal Viltrumite soldier. And despite all that. Despite everything he’d done and achieved… This was how it ended. Captured by a human on earth and having his body stolen.
What a joke that was.
———
7 hours and 30 minutes later…
Sweat beaded on Nolan’s brow as he watched Viktor open up each of the cloning chambers one at a time. Going from Omni-One all the way up to Omni-Ten. He performed tests on each of them to see if any special powers had developed. After the first three had shown nothing beyond normal human ability, Nolan found himself silently praying that the fourth clone might’ve gained something in the last few hours. Maybe the blowjob had actually made a difference, as much as he hated the thought of it. But alas, Omni-Four was just as human as before. For now anyway. As expected the same results were seen for the remaining six clones.
“Well I guess that decides it.” Viktor announced after closing Omni-Ten’s chamber. “I still have hope for them. I’ve been keeping an eye on their readings and there’s definitely something happening to their biology but I don’t have the time to wait any longer. I can’t have you overcoming your only weakness before I have a chance to see my plans through.”
It was true. Nolan couldn’t feel it before but he could now. A small semblance of control was starting to return to his body despite that blasted sound. If he really tried he could wiggle his fingers slightly. It wasn’t much but the smart atoms inside his body would continue to adapt and evolve until he was able to brute force his way out of this place. But Viktor was too smart to let that happen.
“So. How are you feeling Nolan? Are you ready to let me inside that beautiful head of yours or what?” Viktor chimed as he wandered out of view and began tinkering with something.
Nolan thought of responding but decided to stay silent. He already said everything he’d wanted to say. Made all his threats. The least he could do right now was deny this freak any kind of satisfaction his answers might give.
“Silent treatment huh? Too bad.” Viktor shrugged before stepping back in front of Nolan. He was followed closely by a sleek looking android. Its metallic body was designed for efficiency with flexible joints and extendable limbs. It had fingers that could shape themselves into needles or surgical knives and eyes that could magnify up to thousands of times. “This is SD-08. Since I obviously won’t be able to perform the procedure myself, he’ll be standing in. I’ve uploaded all the necessary data so fingers crossed SD-08 will get it right. He’s had a lot of practice so let’s hope your Viltrumite biology doesn’t mess things up.” Viktor explained in a tone that sounded far too relaxed considering the situation.
The evil genius didn’t waste much time after that. He got himself seated in a chair similar to the one Nolan was restrained in. SD-08 was quick to strap Viktor in nice and tight to keep his body as still as possible. Soon after both chairs began to recline as they slowly morphed into metal tables until both men laid flat on their backs.
Viktor turned and looked at Nolan beside him, his eyes glossing over that colossal frame one last time. Taking in the way his pecs rose like mountains with every breath. Admiring how his thick neck bulged while leading to a set of huge traps and even bigger shoulders that couldn't be contained by the width of the table. His eyes drifted lower. He could still just about see Nolan’s cock. So girthy and impressive between those powerful thighs. It made Viktor’s skin tingle with anticipation as he imagined commanding that thing.
“I know you don’t have much of a choice in all this but I want to say thank you. Even if it's just for the fact that you exist.” Viktor said as he slowly turned to look towards the ceiling again. “You’ve made so many things possible for me. I wish I could say I’m forever in your debt but…” he trailed off with a small chuckle.
SD-08 moved between both men with mechanical efficiency as it hooked them up to all kinds of devices designed by Viktor himself. Nolan’s preparation took a lot longer than normal with the robot having to use some very powerful and specialised tools just to break his skin but eventually it was about to insert the needles and electrodes necessary for the procedure.
“PREPARATION PHASE COMPLETE. MOVING TO MIND SYNCHRONISITY PHASE. SEDATION WILL COMMENCE IN ONE MINUTE.” SD-08 Announced abruptly.
“Still got nothing to say Nolan? Wouldn’t want you to go out with any regrets.” Viktor taunted.
There was a brief pause as the veins across Nolan’s forehead pulsed with anger. He considered saying nothing but in the end he couldn’t stop himself. “The only regret I have is not being able to rip out your heart and feed it to you.” Despite how gruesome his words were, the most surprising part was how clearly he spoke them. There was a slight jitter in his voice but nothing like before. “Mark my words. When the Viltrum Empire discovers what you’ve done, you and every other human on this planet will be turned to ash.”
Viktor’s eyes flashed with curiosity. “The Viltrum Empire huh? They don’t sound very nice. Then again neither do you underneath that clean cut exterior. Whatever the case, I’ll know all about them soon. Or at least I’ll know everything you do.” He smiled wide and triumphant while secretly praying that the procedure goes to plan.
“COMMENCING SEDATION.” SD-08 confirmed as it began to pump their systems full of depressants to slow the neural activity brains. Viktor was out within a few seconds. For Nolan it took just over a minute for the drugs to finally take effect but soon enough he too fell from consciousness.
———
The next thing Nolan experienced was something abstract. Though his physical body was still laid in Viktor’s Laboratory, his mind found itself exploring a dreamlike landscape. An array of colours and shapes flowed through the space in a nonsensical pattern. In all the years he’d lived, he’d never felt or seen something quite like this. It was as though he were floating through a kaleidoscope where nothing and everything existed all at the same time. The only thing that felt truly real at first was himself. He looked down to see a version of his body created by his subconscious mind. Just as huge and bulky as the real thing and without a scrap of fabric to cover it up.
He didn’t know how long he floated for. Time almost seemed irrelevant. The longer he floated however, the more the shapes and colours around him began to make sense. If he really focused, he could make out the memories of people and places from his past. All those planets. All those people. His fellow soldiers. Even his earth family. It was all there, folding around him like a jumbled up jigsaw puzzle of his life.
For a while it was relaxing. That was until something began to disrupt the space. The colors and shapes started to shift much more erratically as something that didn’t belong tried forcing its way inside. Nolan couldn’t do anything to stop it. He could only watch as a new entity began to take form right in front of him.
~~~~~~
In the real world, SD-08 had finished hooking Viktor’s brain up to Nolan’s. Their brain stems specifically were connected via a vast multitude of wires and tubes that stretched between the two tables and to a special machine that sat behind them. There was a three way circuit going on between them and said machine. SD-08 monitored their brain activity for a long while after that just to be sure they were both stable.
After confirming that everything was as safe as could be, the robot commenced with the transfer. It booted up the console on the machine and typed in the first set of commands. As the machine hummed to life, Viktor’s body began to jolt and flail slightly against his restraints. A side effect of the electrical current now flowing through his brain matter. His consciousness was scanned thoroughly. His personality, intelligence and memories along with everything else that made up Viktor was catalogued by the machine. SD-08 waited patiently until Viktor’s entire brain had been processed, ready for transfer.
SD-08 typed in the next command. The wires that connected Viktor and Nolan began to activate. Viktor’s consciousness travelled along the electrical current where it entered Nolan’s brain. Infiltrating the Viltrumite host slowly but surely.
~~~~~~
Nolan watched with morbid curiosity as the entity began to take on a familiar form. It took awhile for him to become recognisable but once the finer details started to settle in, there was no doubt. It was Viktor. The human he’d quickly come to hate more than any other. His scrawny, pale and pathetically weak body continued to manifest until he looked just as clear as Nolan himself.
Viktor didn’t say a word which was uncharacteristic of him. He simply floated before Nolan in the dreamscape. Meanwhile the colours and shapes around them continued to swirl erratically. Before they’d been washing over Nolan’s in calming waves that reminded him of his existence. But now it was like the dimension was torn. Confused even. Like it couldn’t decide which person to rotate around.
Nolan attempted to speak but no words crossed the space. The language of the living world didn’t seem to matter here. Only thoughts and intentions. And Nolan could feel Viktor’s. The human across from him was dark in so many ways. So hungry for power. Horny for it even. But above all else, what Viktor wanted was Nolan himself. It was a desire so powerful that it began to draw their forms closer to one another. Nolan tried to resist but the distance between them continued to close until there was only a ruler's length between them. Their conscious minds staring each other down.
Without warning, Viktor’s hands latched onto Nolan’s pecs. The moment they touched, the void around them seemed to shudder with anticipation. Nolan’s face twisted in discomfort. I wanted to pull away but it was as though they were magnetised to one another. More than that it was like Viktor’s touch was… pulling him in.
The dreamscape pulsed dramatically around them both. Viktor’s grip on Nolan’s chest tightened as an energy began to flow between them both. It was like their minds were two lakes that’d been connected by a river in the middle. But that river was flowing in Viktor’s direction. Nolan’s lake was getting smaller as the water was drained from it. All the while Viktor’s grew.
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“HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS FULLY TRANSFERRED INTO VILTRUMITE HOST. BEGINNING FULL INTEGRATION PROCEDURE.” SD-08 said aloud as it closely tracked the movement of activity between the two brains.
Any sign of life or consciousness had completely vanished from Viktor’s brain. His normal human body was nothing more than an empty husk now. Nolan’s brain however was swarming with new activity. The readings had spiked massively with twice the amount of brainwaves being captured on the monitor.
Nolan’s body began to twitch slightly under all the sparks flying through his nervous system. It wasn’t much but even the slightest movement caused his restraints to creak. As such SD-08 increased the dosage of depressants to keep him as still as possible before starting the next phase. Using controlled shocks to facilitate the integration of Viktor’s mind into Nolan’s brain.
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Nolan’s ethereal form gradually began to shrink and fade. His very essence was getting siphoned away and absorbed. Of course he fought like hell against it. Trying to resist with all his might against that all consuming pull that was drawing him in. Yet every time the void pulsed around them, Nolan’s resolve crumbled slightly. It was hopeless.
Viktor’s consciousness was assimilating him.
There couldn’t have been a more perfect way to describe it as the more Nolan’s form faded, the more Viktor’s shape transformed. It’d been subtle at first. A few minor shifts in his appearance. But as Viktor continued to absorb more and more of Nolan’s consciousness, the changes became apparent. His once lanky arms and legs inflated with newfound muscle, growing longer and thicker. His chest blossomed into a set of heavy pecs that heaved even bigger with every moment. Abs formed along his stomach while his back and shoulders widened obscenely. His ass got thicker and bubblier and the dick between his legs grew longer and girthier.
It all happened at such a painfully slow rate that Nolan just couldn’t bear. As his body and will in this dreamy plain shrank, he found himself praying to the universe itself to save him. But there was no way out of this. He knew that. Especially as he watched Viktor’s face begin to twist and morph. Jawline squaring, hairstyle changing, eyes sharpening and most notably a thick Viltrumite mustache growing above his upper lip. Nolan’s mustache. His face. His everything.
Before he knew it, Nolan’s consciousness had shrunk all the way down to a mere flicker that glowed dimly. Meanwhile Viktor had taken everything from him. All his memories. All his experiences. Everything that Nolan had ever thought, felt, loved and lost all belonged to Viktor. A sentiment that was shown clear as day by the fact that his ethereal form was now indisquishable from the real Nolan’s. Just like all those clones. Only this was different because he wasn’t a copy. He was the real thing. And all that was left of the original was that little flicker sitting in hand.
Without hesitation, Viktor ate what was left of Nolan. Consuming the final piece of his soul and assimilating it completely. With that something finally clicked into place. The dreamscape began to calm as it no longer sensed more than one presence. Instead it began to rotate around Viktor. Welcoming him with open arms…
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“VILTRUMITE CONSCIOUSNESS ABSORBED. INTEGRATION COMPLETED.” SD-08 announced. It’d been watching carefully as the brainwaves on the monitor slowly started to synchronise. Nolan’s own brainwaves getting weaker before blending into Viktor’s until finally Viktor’s brainwaves were the only ones left on the monitor. The procedure was a success.
———
Viktor finally awoke a couple days later. SD-08 had been watching his vitals and keeping him hydrated while he recovered from the transfer. The second his eyes began to flicker, the robot was by his side looking down at him.
“HELLO DOCTOR. HOW DO YOU FEEL?” SD-08 asked.
Viktor hardly had a chance to process the robot's words. He was still so groggy after being out for so long. He instinctively winced at the bright laboratory lights but the glare didn’t strain his eyes as much as he anticipated. It was like they were more resilient to light. He blinked a few times in an effort to shake off the confusion.
“SD-08? What happ-” he stopped mid sentence. His voice. It was different. Deeper. Rougher. And it wasn’t just because he was tired. It sounded like it belonged to a completely different man. A bigger man…
The scientist went to sit up in his haze, not realising that his body was still strapped down with thick metal restraints. But it didn’t matter. Completely by accident, he busted through the metal rings around his torso and arms. They snapped so easily that he almost didn’t notice what he’d done. Though he might’ve been more shocked by it had his eyes not widened with bewilderment at the sight of his body. He was fucking enormous! It was only in that moment did everything come rushing back as he remembered exactly what had happened.
The biggest grin spread across Viktor’s face, causing his new mustache curve upwards. It worked. There was no doubt about it. The huge bulging muscles he now owned were proof enough of that. The same muscles he’d drooled over for most of his life. The ones he’d been groping since having captured the hero. It was different seeing it all from a first person perspective but even intoxicating than he imagined. To see those large meaty pecs jutting out in front of him. To feel the curl of his bulky biceps with every movement. To sense the raw unbridled power flowing through his every vein. How could he have possibly contained that grin when he realised that he was actually in Omni-Man’s body!!!
His heart began to beat rapidly with excitement as he ran his hands down his thick cobbled abs. Each one hard as iron. His hand then slipped back up towards his chest where he fondled his pecs one at a time. Breathing heavily as he hefted the muscle gently before teasing his nipples. The very action eliciting a small moan from his lips. He’d heard that same moan come from the Omni-clones but this was different. It was the moan of the real Nolan. Better yet, it was his.
Viktor’s other hand drifted down towards the throbbing hardness between his gigantic thighs. It’d sprang to life the second he woke up and was now throbbing angrily for attention. He’d seen it so many times but to actually experience it was something else entirely. He could actually feel that monster pulsing. It was all his to command and stroke as he pleased. And that’s exactly what he did as he wrapped a powerful hand around it and began pumping it eagerly. The sensation was euphoric. Even just his cock felt more powerful than his entire original body used to be as it leaked precum in copious amounts onto his hand.
“Fuuuuuck. This is… god this is incredible! I feel amazing! I feel sooooo-guuuurahhhhh…” Viktor trailed off into a moan as he let go of his cock for a moment simply so he could worship himself so more. Grabbing at his biceps obsessively before flexing them hard and feeling their godly strength. Fawning over the sheer width of his shoulders and the size of his lats. Even grunting as he gave his traps a squeeze. His hands then moved up towards his face for the first time. They teased along the outline of his jaw first. It was so much wider than what he was used to. Stronger. More square. And as his hands drifted further up, his fingers would push through his new hair gingerly. He couldn’t see it but he knew it was silver around the temples and the mere thought of that sent a shiver through his dick. But it didn't turn him on nearly as the moment his fingers found that gorgeous mustache he’d inherited. He froze for a moment when he first felt it; a small moan slipping from his mouth. He almost couldn’t believe it was really there. That iconic mustache that’d haunted his dreams. But as he moved his fingers back and forth across the thick hair, there was no denying it. His dick couldn’t help letting out another splutter of precum as he worshipped it.
“DO YOU FEEL ANY PAIN OR DISCOMFORT INSIDE YOUR NEW BODY, DOCTOR?” SD-08 asked, completely unfazed by the show Viktor was putting on.
Viktor couldn’t help but laugh. “Pain? God no. I feel invincible! All I can feel right now is how fucking sensitive this alien body is.” As if to prove a point, he let one of his hands return to his melon sized pecs where he began circling one of his nipples again. He couldn’t stifle the moan that followed. “Mmmmmm… I swear my nipples never felt this good before. These things are like lighting rods!”
“THAT IS… OPTIMAL. HOWEVER, AS PER YOUR OWN INSTRUCTIONS, WE MUST BE DILIGENT IN MONITORING YOUR NEW BODY AND ITS RESPONSES FOR THE FIRST 24 HOURS.” SD-08 circled the table while continuing to watch Viktor enjoying his new form. “I TOOK THE LIBERTY OF SWITCHING OFF THE SOUND MACHINES. I MUST SUGGEST HOWEVER THAT WE INSTALL YOUR EAR IMPLANTS WITH HASTE. IT IS LIKELY THAT THE GDA FIGURED OUT OMNI-MAN’S WEAKNESS AT THE SAME AS YOU AND HAVE ALREADY RECREATED THEIR OWN VERSION OF THE SOUND.”
Viktor bit his lip as he gave one of his nipples a strong pinch. With a satisfied grunt he finally swung his legs over the side of the table, effortlessly breaking through the ankle restraints in the process. He allowed his large new feet to touch the cold ground for the first time before standing up with a long stretch. Cock pointed straight ahead with a horny eagerness while his balls hung full and heavy.
“Yes yes I know. I can’t allow myself to be vulnerable right after obtaining this god-like body.” Viktor agreed while bouncing his pecs slightly. The pliable muscle jumping under his command. “But surely it can wait a few minutes. I’ve hardly had any time to explore.” He allowed one hand to slip around towards his backside before giving one of his muscular ass cheeks a hearty squeeze.
“I MUST INSIST SIR. YOU KNOW AS WELL AS I THAT THE GDA COULD DISCOVER OUR LOCATION ANY DAY NOW.”
Unfortunately Viktor knew the robot was right. He’d programmed it after all. As much as he hated the idea of being put under again after having just woken up, the sooner he was protected against that sound the better.
“Fine. But there’s just one thing I need to try first." Viktor said as he widened his stance and closed his eyes. He tried hard to focus as he pulled on some of Nolan’s experiences alongside muscle memory. It was difficult at first but before long Viktor found himself hovering his off the ground. It wasn’t much but just the feeling of his feet fully in the air as he floated was both exhilarating and trippy as hell. It felt wrong and natural at the same time as his human memories conflicted with his newfound Viltrumite instincts. “Holy fuck. I can actually fly…” He muttered to himself giddily.
After allowing himself some time to soak it in, Viktor eventually placed his feet back on the ground. He wanted more than anything to test this body out some more. He wanted to do some proper flying outside just to see how high and fast he could go. He wanted desperately to see how strong he was too. He could already feel the ridiculous power his new muscles carried and he was so eager to test it out. To see how much weight he could lift or how hard he could punch. And most of all, at least right now, he wanted to jerk off his eager daddy cock until he exploded. But he recognised the time sensitivity of the situation and resigned himself to laying back on the table once more.
“Just try to be careful. We’ve already done the hard part. I would hate to mess it all up now.” Viktor warned before allowing the robot to put him back to sleep.
———
The next day Viktor found himself standing in front of a mirror in the bedroom wing of his laboratory. He’d not long since awoken from having his implants put in. Now he could finally have some time to himself to really inspect the body of a male Viltrumite from the inside.
The face of Nolan stared back at him. So rugged in its masculine perfection. The beginnings of stubble had begun to form across his jaw and delighted in the roughness of it. He poked and prodded at his facial features more attentively now that he could actually see them staring back at him. His fingers tracing along the lines of age that’d formed near his eyes and on his forehead. They were the sort of wrinkles humans would develop over a few decades of life as they reached middle age but Viktor knew different. For this body, those wrinkles had taken centuries to form. Same went for the salt and pepper accent that decorated his hair. It would've been impossible for him to comprehend before but after assimilating Nolan’s mind, Viktor could actually recall all those hundreds of years. The idea of having lived so long didn’t seem so bizarre anymore. It felt like a birthright. And the part of him that was still human couldn’t help but feel delight in the fact that he now had so many centuries of life ahead of him.
His attention returned to the muscled physique below his neck. Viktor barely had a chance to admire it when he first woke up before SD-08 insisted on the implants. It was the right call but that hadn’t made him feel any less blue balled. But now he was finally alone with his new beefy form. Free to roam it without distraction or intrusion. He was so enthusiastic to explore that his meaty hands couldn’t help but tremble slightly as they began to slide down his thick torso. Once again his fingertips glazed over his enormous muscle tits and down the valley of ridges that made up his abs. This time with a much gentler touch as he took his time mulling over every sensation. Humming soft and deep as he probed at every defined curvature along his midsection. Loving how his pecs were so large that he was forced to lean forward slightly just to see past them.
As obsessed as he was with the girthy slabs of muscle on his chest, he couldn’t help getting distracted by his arms. It was no wonder as even when he was trying to worship his abs, those obscene biceps insisted on dominating his view. Veins coiling around the muscle with even the slightest flex. He straightened out both arms as he looked back up into the mirror just to watch as his triceps bunched up into a mesmerising curl of muscle behind his biceps. Not to mention his forearms bulging as he flicked his wrists. But of course nothing could beat a good old bicep flex. The universal pose of power that caused Viktor’s mouth to go dry at the sight.
“I’m… I’m Omni-Man.” He said to himself, though he still couldn’t quite believe it. That the man staring back at him was the Omni-Man. His perfect body moving under Viktor’s command. He was tempted to pinch himself just to confirm this wasn’t all just some crazy dream. Instead he turned his head to the right and pressed his lips against one of those giant biceps. Kissing and licking it obsessively before using his teeth to bite into the flesh tenderly. He murmured under his breath before switching to the other arm, kissing his left bicep while enjoying the tickle of his mustache against the skin. He just couldn’t get enough.
As Viktor’s lips continued to swap between worshiping each arm, his nose began to pick up on a certain scent. Musky and sweaty. It only made sense when his face was lingering so close to his armpits. He’d smelt it many times before while Nolan was unconscious in his lab. Occasionally lifting up one of those big strong arms just so he could get high on that powerful masculine aroma. But the scent struck him in a different way now. It didn’t just make him horny like before. It made him feel… carnal. It was his own pheromones that he was inhaling now, his powerful musk, and yet it made even more animalistic with lust than ever! Before he knew it, Viktor was burying his face into his armpits instead. Digging his nose into the sweat before lapping it up hungrily with his tongue.
His cock had responded in kind. From the moment he woke it’d been at half mast. It was quick to grow to its full impressive size the very second Viktor stepped in front of that mirror. The shaft throbbed with impatience while Viktor served the rest of his body first. But now as Viktor grew lightheaded under his own scent, his dick just couldn’t contain itself. Heavy beads of precum began dripping onto the floor with wet taps that were like music to his ears. Viktor made sure to keep one arm raised to sniff while the other dipped down to meet his cock. He whipped a single glob of precum from the tip just as it was about to fall before bringing up towards his lips and smearing it across his tongue. That superior Viltrumite seed tasted even better in Nolan’s mouth. Viktor had half a mind to just grip his girthy cock right now and jackhammer it until he exploded all over the mirror. But he resisted for now. He wanted to savour this just a little while longer first.
Viktor took one last big sniff of his armpits before moving on. His attention shifted down towards the lower half of his body. He didn’t have the chance to really appreciate his legs when he first woke up so he needed to make up for it now. Both hands slid down over his right thigh first, clasping it from both sides. Despite how huge his new hands were, they didn’t come close to encapsulating the sheer diameter of his quads and hamstrings. Especially not when he flexed the muscle, causing the definition to become clear under his skin and easy to worship. He divided his attention between both thighs, rubbing and squeezing them eagerly before eventually moving lower towards his calves. Both of them were the size of footballs that swelled behind his shins. Not to mention they were quite literally harder than diamonds without even flexing or lifting his heels. And speaking of heels, he’d hardly noticed just how huge his feet were. Viktor knew Nolan had bigger feet than him but they seemed a whole lot bigger now that they belonged to him. There was no way in hell these massive dogs would fit inside any of his old shoes.
His hands moved back up again slowly. He teased his cock, allowing his fingers to glaze over the tip gently. But he swiftly moved past it as right now he could only think about one thing. His fat muscle butt. He’d gotten a few good squeezes in before but not nearly enough to do those behemoth sized ass cheeks the justice they deserve. It was no secret that over half the population on Earth thirsted over Omni-Man’s ass. Who could blame them when he was always seen wearing tight spandex that only ever served to enhance its bubbly shape. There were entire online forums dedicated to archiving every image ever taken of that superhero backside. Millions of orgasms had been reached around the world just due to Omni-Man’s fat ass and everyone knew it. Mostly because #Omni-Butt seemed like it was trending more often than not. And now that beautiful posterior belonged to him.
Viktor couldn’t help letting out a trembling groan the moment he cupped those cheeks. He hefted them up gently before letting the drop with a noticeable recoil. They were like mountains jiggling behind him. He just couldn’t help hefting them up again and again just to let them drop and wobble. But before long he couldn’t help just grabbing a handful of each cheek and groping his giant new muscle butt for all it was worth. Going on to slap and massage that juicy flesh while trying not to drool at how ridiculously erotic it was. Only once he was a hot moaning mess did one of his fingers finally slip in between those hefty valleys where it met Viktor's tight puckered hole that only seemed to clench tighter the moment it was touched. It refused to let anything inside but just the feeling of his thick finger rubbing over that sensitive ring was enough to send jolts up Viktor’s spine.
“I can’t believe he never attempted any kind of assplay in all the time he’s been alive. Such a waste.” Viktor mused to himself as he continued teasing his new asshole. He wished he could stimulate it some more just to see if the male prostate was as sensitive in Viltrumite men as it was in humans. But he was way too tight. For now anyway. There was lots of work to be done but he promised himself that one day he’d use this ass to bounce some huge cocks. It would only be right to make sure a bubble butt like this didn’t go underutilised.
After giving his ass cheeks one final squeeze, Viktor returned his attention to the mirror. He turned a little so he could view his new body at a few different angles. The side in view had to be one of his favourites. Getting to see his pecs and ass jutting out at the same time was mind numbing to look at. Not to mention his dick still bouncing and drooling with every movement. But beyond all that he was still enamoured by the simple fact of how large he was now. He struggled to get his whole body in the frame of the mirror. He was just so much taller and wider. Lats so big that his arms were forced slightly out to the sides. Thighs so thick that it would be impossible for him not to manspread. Even just the way he moved felt heavy with each footstep seeming more like a stomp than a stride. He tried to be conscious of how much more space he was occupying now as he’d already knocked over a few things in the lab just on his way to the bedroom chamber.
“Nolan Grayson. I really could get used to hearing that.” Viktor said while looking over his shoulder at the mirror to get an even better look at his behind. He loved seeing the musculature of his back on full display. Of course that wasn’t all he was looking at but need his ass be mentioned again? “Although I suppose I’ll be dropping the Grayson part.” He shrugged. It wasn’t like he planned to play house with Nolan’s family. He had much bigger and more important plans that certainly didn’t include them. World domination to start. Then the Galaxy and so forth. Though he supposed it wouldn’t hurt to have a husband by his side through it all. Someone who could keep up with him and stay with him through it all. Sure he had the clones but he couldn’t see them being any more than soldiers and sex toys to him. They were too obedient. He wanted someone who’d be able to challenge him a little and keep things exciting. “I wonder if I could convince one of the men from the Viltrum empire to pledge themselves to me…” Viktor muttered to himself. He was getting ahead of himself again really. He was a ways away from actually confronting the empire as of yet. He’d need hundreds more clones with fully developed powers before he even considered it. But now that he had this body, anything seemed possible.
Viktor turned to face forward again while giving his cock a few generous tugs. “Suppose I could just go back to Nowl-Ahn. Or rather… The Great Nowl-Ahn. A fitting title if not simple.” He recalled how the other Viltrumite’s had given him said title. For a moment he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride swelling in his chest at the thought of doing right by his people. Until he remembered that they weren’t his people. He might’ve shared the same DNA as them now but he’d never be a part of that empire. Viktor’s plan for conquest was to bend all of space to his own vision, not to be another moving cog in the vision of the empire. He didn’t care if the power of this body was already going to his head. He wanted to be the supreme ruler of the universe!
Just then Viktor’s head throbbed. “But… I couldn’t really go against the wishes of Grand Regent Thragg could I?” He questioned as Nolan’s loyalty to the empire fogged his mind. Viktor closed his eyes as the thumping in his head grew louder. It was hard to keep track of all these new memories and experiences swimming around inside of him. There was a small part of Nolan remaining that urged Viktor to remain loyal to the empire no matter what. Trying to convince him to complete the mission he was sent here to do and prepare the earth to be indoctrinated so that it could be turned into a breeding camp like planned. Or to simply call it a failure and exterminate the planet before returning to the empire. The urge to give in to Nolan’s wants and desires felt an addiction being wafted under his nose. Tempting him to do what a loyal Viltrumite soldier should do. To serve their empire for the benefit of their superior species. It was compelling in a way Viktor hadn’t anticipated and the more he thought about it, the more he struggled to fight against. It was almost like the ghost of Nolan was trying to suffocate him from the inside out.
“Nnrrggh… No… I refuse!” Viktor grumbled in Nolan’s deep bass, hands clutching his head as he squeezed his eyes shut. In all the tests he’d run on human mind transference, the assimilated consciousness had never displayed an ability to fight back after the absorption was complete. He could only guess it was due to how much longer Nolan had lived. Absorbing over two thousand years of experiences and adapting to an alien brain must’ve been overwhelming for his human consciousness. Especially with how many of those years were made up of strict unwavering loyalty to the Viltrum empire and its cause to take over the universe. “RRAAAGHH!” Viktor roared as the weight of Nolan’s docile consciousness weighed heavier by the second.
“THIS IS MY BODY! I’LL DO WHAT I WANT!” He shouted before throwing one of his fists at the mirror in front of him. At that moment, he forgot about his newfound strength. He only meant to smash the mirror in a bout of frustration but the impact was so powerful that it obliterated the mirror all together along with the wall behind it. The force of a single punch went through not just that wall but every other wall beyond it across the entire laboratory. The reverberation of which caused the whole facility to rumble. As such red emergency lights began to flash as a robotic automated voice started to sound over the intercoms.
“LAB STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY RUPTURED. POTENTIAL THREAT PRESENT.” The alarm began to repeat.
Viktor blinked, mouth agape at the damage he’d just caused. “Oh… fuck.” He whispered before looking down at his first. The skin on his knuckles wasn’t even scratched. He’d just blown away multiple layers of hard steel with a single punch and he hardly even felt it. No pain. No effort. It was as easy as punching air. All because he forgot to control his strength for just one moment. Once the initial shock had passed, a new smile began to form across his face followed by a chuckle which soon morphed into a maniacal laugh. It was only now hitting him just how unstoppable he really was. Power beyond anything this world had seen with durability to match. Super sonic speed and flight. Not to mention he’d fixed this body’s only known weakness! He wasn’t just god-like. He was an actual living god in the flesh!
That thought alone made him hornier than ever as his cock bucked and spasmed with uncontrollable excitement. So much so that Viktor couldn’t help floating off the ground as he began stroking for real. No more teasing or foreplay. He just wanted to fucking cum with this perfect body.
Moments later, a group of security droids stumbled into the room. They made it just in time to watch Viktor let out a guttural roar while hovering above the bed. His cock tensed right before he unleashed an volcanic explosion of thick milky seed that splattered across the walls and ceiling. A few ropes even stuck directly at the droids who were unsure of how to act.
“Ohhhhhh fuuuuuck!! Godddd ahhhhhh!” Viktor moaned through the orgasm as if it were the first he’d ever experienced and in a way it was. He also couldn’t help being surprised at the sheer volume his balls had been able to store. Even when he’d been milking Nolan, he’d never once been able to coax a load this big out of him. Yet here he was giving what remained of his bedroom chamber a new paint job.
“SIR? ARE YOU OKAY?” One of the many robots asked as they watched Viktor slowly float down onto the bed below him. His body gleaming with sweat under the flickering lights. Cock still twitching but completely and utterly spent for the time being.
The bed creaked under the weight of his powerful form. Viktor hummed in satisfaction before slowly turning his head to face the robots, his eyes meeting their lenses. “I am… more than okay.” He began between breaths. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more okay in my entire life. Just being inside this body has helped me realise how measly of an existence I was leading as a human. So fragile and insignificant…” He inhaled long and deep as he allowed his body to relax completely. “But now? I have the power to reshape entire civilisations. I could conquer planets with my bare hands alone.” He ran a single hand down his pecs and abs. “I could be Emperor Nolan and rule over the cosmos for thousands of years to come…” He licked his lips at the thought, tongue brushing over the bristles of his mustache. The whole idea of universal conquest was quickly becoming more enticing with every moment that he spent inside this godly body. He’d told himself time and time again that he wasn’t going to let his ego consume him now that he was a Viltrumite but it was proving to be easier said than done.
The Robots stood silently for a good while. Watching as their master basked in his post orgasm glow. Rubbing his sweat soaked muscles with his eyes half lidded and a soft smile curling at his lips. They were unsure how to proceed in such an unprecedented situation. One half of the room was in shambles and the other half was covered in cum. Meanwhile Viktor didn’t have a care in the world.
“IS THERE… ANYTHING WE CAN DO FOR YOU DOCTOR?” One of the droids asked.
Viktor glanced at them. “I suppose some of you may as well start cleaning up the mess in here.” He huffed before slowly sitting up. “I also want one of you to go and collect some of my new clothes and leave them outside the bathroom. I want to try them on after I’ve had a shower.” He’d been awake in this body for at least a couple hours now and at no point had he made an effort to cover up. Why would he when his new body was such a work of art? Might as well bare all for his own enjoyment if nothing else. He was almost tempted to show himself to the world like this. Muscles gleaming under the sun while his cock and balls swing freely. It’s not like he’d be any less impervious. But he liked to think he had a bit more tact than that.
Viktor pushed himself off the bed and planted his feet on the floor with a soft thud. He stood up while running a hand through the damp of his hair and turning on his heel towards the door. Strutting past the robots in all his naked muscle dad glory before making his way down the hallways towards the shower.
———
He’d spent far too long under that steaming flow of water. God only knows how long he took trying to lather every last muscular crevice up with soap before allowing the shower to grace his hulking form again. He’d turned the heat all the way up to the max. Normally the full blast setting would’ve seemed scolding. Now though, the heat didn’t seem to bother him. It’s not that it felt any less hot, it was just that his skin was so resistant that higher temperatures didn’t seem to bother him now. Hence why when he finally stepped out of the bathroom, a dense cloud of steam rolled out behind him.
Viktor’s hair curled wetly against his forehead as he used the towel to rub down his pecs and arms. He took a moment to dry his cock and balls before shamelessly drying his face off some more with the same side of the towel. He ran it through his hair one last time before dropping the towel at his feet and sauntering towards the pile of clothes left for him by one of his robots.
He had quite the variety. On top of the pile was some dress clothes which were followed by some more casual clothes underneath and right at the bottom of the pile was a replica of Omni-Man’s hero costume. He’d had the clothes made as a side project in the days after capturing Nolan. He was able to use Nolan’s actual bodily measurements so in theory the clothes should all be tailored exactly to his new form. There was only one way to find out.
Viktor found himself getting giddy as he stepped into one of the spare rooms with the clothes. He ordered one of his droids to fetch a mirror for him while he began trying on the dress clothes, starting with a pair of white briefs that hugged his thighs and ass tightly. After that he pulled on some black formal pants and a crisp white dress shirt that moulded to his body in a way that actually did his physique justice. Biceps straining slightly against the sleeves while his pecs threatened to keep the top button on his shirt from closing. The pants highlighted the shape of his powerful thighs and calves. Even his waist somehow looked even sluttier than before with the way his shirt conformed around it. To finish he fastened a black tie around his neck just as the robot returned with a mirror.
He checked out his reflection from every angle while making sure his shirt was properly tucked in. Watching the way his ass stretched the back of his pants. Or how his pecs still seemed visible underneath the fabric. The only things missing from the look would be a jacket, some long dress socks and a nice pair of shoes. “Shopping for clothes must’ve been a nightmare for him.” Viktor commented as he imagined how off the rack clothes were likely never a comfortable fit for Nolan. His new memories seemed to confirm as much. He remembered flashes of Nolan receiving a full wardrobe of fitted clothes from the GDA as a piece offering once.
Viktor wasted no time cycling through the rest of his clothes. He stripped off the suit, keeping only the briefs on, before trying on some of the more casual clothes. He loved the tiny fit of the shorts as they didn’t shy away from showing off his thighs a little. The shirts all seemed to hug his torso in all the right places too, stretching over his back and chest like compression shirts. He was honestly a little embarrassed to admit how much fun he was having with this little fashion show he was giving himself as he posed in the mirror with every new combination of clothes. But eventually he made it to the bottom of the pile, Nolan’s ‘Omni-Man costume’.
He stripped down nude again before holding the costume out in front of him. It was exactly the same from the red and white colour scheme to the emblem on the front. Looking at it now, if Viktor didn’t know the costume was supposed to stretch, he’d have thought it was too small. If anything though, that only made the thought of squeezing into the suit seem that much more erotic.
He pulled down the hidden zipper on the back before stepping into the legs of the costume. Pushing his large feet through the bottom before tugging it up to fit his quads comfortably. After that he pushed his arms into the sleeves before pulling the suit over his shoulders. His broad back made zipping the suit back up a little awkward but he got there in the end. After that it stuck to his body like a second skin. Even the tiniest contours along his muscular frame were highlighted by the way the spandex gleamed under any kind of light. There was something to gawk at from every angle. From the front anyone could see the hefty outline of his fat dad cock straining against the crotch of his suit, even down to the thick vein that travelled across the shaft. And if that wasn’t distracting enough, the way his hardened nipples pointed shamelessly against the fabric would only make it more difficult to look away. Then looking from behind greeted the sight of Viktor’s huge ass cheeks threatening to swallow the backside of his costume. He didn’t think it was possible but somehow the costume made his ass look even fatter.
Viktor turned and checked himself out a little. The Omni-Man costume fit his new and powerful body like a glove. It had him buzzing with lust, that much was evident by his growing bulge. He wasn’t an imitation of Nolan. He was the real deal. Just the thought of that made him horny behind all hell. But as he turned and groped his ass a little, Viktor couldn’t help thinking back on what’d happened earlier. His outburst.
He remembered how his mind was being crushed under the weight of Nolan’s existence. It was terrifying. For a moment he was worried he might lose himself. Since then the pressure had been relieved to a degree but it was still there. He could feel it pushing on him slightly. The essence of Nolan was somehow still trying to fight against him. Like this body itself wanted to reject the intruder that’d stolen it. But Viktor refused to let that happen. He’d gotten a taste of what being a Viltrumite is like and he was never going to let go. Despite that Viktor could still feel Nolan’s memories, wants and desires swarming around and refusing to settle. It would take time but he was confident he could get his new brain under control eventually. For now he’d just have to try and control himself in a way that didn’t involve destroying the laboratory.
After tugging on the very same pair of red gloves and white boots that Nolan had been wearing, the look was almost complete. He attached the cape triumphantly to his shoulders and just like that he was fully kitted out. Dressed exactly as Omni-Man would when he was out fighting crime and monsters. Though slightly less PG without any underwear to stop his cock from bulging. Naturally he couldn’t stop himself from doing the stereotypical superhero poses you’d see all the time in the media. Hands on his hips, chin up and chest puffed out. He was the vision of strength and vitality.
After having some fun flexing again like usual, he found himself stroking his mustache again. He’d done it a lot since waking up in this body. At first he thought he was doing simply because having Omni-Man’s daddy mustache was incredibly fucking hot. While that was the case, there was another reason he’d been doing too. At first it must’ve been a subconscious thing but he immediately felt a deep sense of pride at the mere sight and feeling of his mustache. It was only now though as Nolan’s memories were starting to more clearly into place that he realised where that pride truly came from. It turned out that growing a ceremonial mustache was a big part of Viltrum culture. Almost all the men had one and those who refused to grow one were usually looked down upon. Until now Viktor hadn’t realised its significance but if anything it made him appreciate that thick brush above his upper lip all the more.
With that he decided he was going to keep the hero suit on for a little while. It was surprisingly comfortable considering how tight it was. Not to mention it somehow made him feel even more powerful than he already did. Especially the way his heroic cape seemed to billow behind him as he walked. Viktor was already getting such a kick out of it. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he was gonna end up shooting a load inside this suit at some point. Especially with how it seemed to hug his giant ass so elegantly.
He told one of his droids to put the rest of the clothes away in his wardrobe as he strolled back out into the hallway before heading for the main floor where all his experiments were. He wanted to check up on the clones again to see how they’re progressing. Despite having this perfect body, he was going to need those clones sooner or later. Sure he could probably take over earth on his own but if he ever wanted to challenge the Viltrum empire then he was gonna need some serious backup.
———
Only a few days after Viktor had taken Nolan’s body, he began to realise just how close the GDA were getting to discovering his laboratory in their mission to find out what’d happened to Omni-Man. He couldn’t have them discovering his hideout yet and risk jeopardising his work. Especially the clones. So he decided to finally set his plans for world domination into motion and keep all the eyes on him.
When he first emerged, he flew straight to the GDA’s HQ beneath the Pentagon. He was spotted by citizens on the way who immediately began to cheer about the return of Omni-Man, having no idea what was to come. Viktor wasted no time as he smashed his way inside the Pentagon. Guards and civilians alike were both stunned and terrified as Viktor bulldozed his way through the facility with ease. Before long he was being sprayed with bullets that hardly even tickled. He smirked before grabbing at least ten guns at super sonic speed and crushing them all into a useless heap. That didn’t stop the GDA forces from trying to stop him though. Honestly, Viktor didn’t want to kill all these people. They would be far more useful to him as servants when he becomes ruler after all. But they were all so annoying… and breakable.
By the time he came face to face with the GDA’s director, Cecil Steadman, Viktor’s gloves were soaked in blood. His suit was now more red than it was white. There were even a few splatters on his face. Yet he didn’t look deranged or unstable. Instead his expression was eerily calm.
“What the hell are you doing Nolan?!?” Cecil shouted at him while trying not just how absolutely terrified he was of the being stood before him. “Please tell me you’re being controlled by someone or I swear to God…” He backed away slowly, trying not to make any sudden movements that might get him killed.
“You swear to God what? What could you possibly do to stop me Cecil?” Viktor hummed, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips.
Cecil tried his best to stand tall and unfazed by the rogue hero but it was hard to mask the falsehood behind his confidence. “You think we haven’t been watching you? Analysing your every fight. Scanning your every move.” He did well to hide the shakiness in his voice. “You think you're invincible, Nolan. But even you must have a weakness. You’re not all powerful.” Cecil claimed. All the while he knew that his team was prepping the secret weapon they’d been working on as a contingency for this exact scenario. He just needed to keep this super powered psycho distracted long enough for them to use it.
“Please. Compared to you I might as well be.” Viktor chuckled. “You lowly animals couldn’t even begin to comprehend the power I hold now. I almost can’t believe I used to be one of you. The thought still disgusts me.” He flicked some of the blood on his gloves in a swift motion.
Cecil squinted. “One of us? The fuck are you talking about?” He asked not so elegantly.
Viktor cupped one of his pecs through the tight spandex, loving how the muscle yielded to his touch. “Until recently I was human. Like you. I was such a weak little thing.” He placed his hands on his hips with a sigh. “Never again.”
“I still don’t understand Nolan. You were never one of us. You made that very fucking clear over the years.” Cecil could practically feel the gears turning in his own mind as he tried to piece everything together. “Unless…” Cecil narrowed his eyes further. “Are you even Nolan?” The question itself seemed ridiculous but Cecil could tell something was off about Omni-Man… besides the fact that he was murdering people. There was a difference in the way that he spoke and how he carried himself. His tone was more playful unlike the bluntness Cecil had come to know from the alien. It was subtle but it was like he wasn’t himself. If it wasn’t mind control then what?
Viktor shrugged. “Who else could I possibly be Cecil.” He flexed his biceps causing the sleeve of his suit to stretch taut over the bulging peaks of muscle. “Only the one and true Nolan could own arms like these. Thick. Strong enough to smash entire islands to pieces if I wanted.” He then pushed his right heel forward, stretching that leg and flexing one of his quads. “And these massive fuckin legs. God I feel like I could squat a planet with these things. Then again… I suppose I am carrying two planet sized globes on my backside.” He laughed as he turned to give Cecil a side profile of his thick bubbly ass.
Now Cecil was certain. The Nolan he knew would never act like that. Something was definitely wrong. He swallowed hard while glancing up and down at the sculpted man before him. “Stop fucking with me. Just tell me why you’re doing this. You’ve helped protect this planet for twenty years. What the hell happened Nolan…” His brow trembled ever so slightly with the fear he tried so desperately to hide.
A shiver ran down Viktor’s back. “Mmmmm fuck. Yeah keep calling me Nolan…” He hummed aloud. He hadn’t heard anyone refer to him as his new name until now. It was oddly enthralling in a way that made his cock stir again.
It wasn’t often Cecil found himself speechless and yet here he was. Jaw clenched as he watched Omni-Man continue to worship himself like a self obsessed freak of nature. But the words soon came. “You’re not him. You look just like him. You seem just as strong. You can fly. But you’re not Nolan… are you?”
Viktor looked down his nose at Cecil as he floated slightly off the ground. “Depends on your definition. Physically, I'm every bit the Nolan you knew.” He raised a hand up to his head before tapping a finger against one of his temples. “But up here I’m a whole new man. In that sense, the Nolan you knew is gone.” He crossed his arms over his considerable chest again. “Well. He’s not completely gone I suppose. A part of him will live on inside of me while I use this body to do… whatever I please.”
Cecil shook his head. “So what are you then? I take it you’re not just some vengeful spirit possessing earth's strongest hero.”
“Nope.” Viktor said abruptly. There was a brief moment of silence as he contemplated what he wanted to reveal before speaking again. “All I’ll say is that I was human just like you until I was able to make this gorgeous flesh my own. So for the sake of simplicity why don’t you just keep calling me Nolan.” He’d never get tired of hearing that name. “I don’t see the point in divulging the details as to how I did it. They wouldn’t be any use to you anyway. Very soon you and everyone else on this god forsaken rock will be under my rule. That is if I don’t kill you first.”
In an instant Viktor crossed the space between them. Cecil hardly even saw him move. One minute he was being stared down by the most terrifying man alive and the next he felt an iron grip on his throat as he was lifted off the ground. Viktor didn’t carry the same scowl Omni-Man would normally wear in a situation like this but if anything the slight smirk on his face was even more bone chilling.
“If it makes you feel any better, the old Nolan was going to turn on you any day now. As soon as his halfbreed son developed Viltrumite powers, he planned on murdering the Guardians of the Globe. You wouldn’t have been far behind them. After that he was going to subjugate the entire human race to serve under the Viltrum empire.” Viktor explained while trying his best not to crush Cecil’s neck. “But I have no intention of remaining loyal to them. I’m loyal to myself.” With that he released his grip, allowing the frail man at his mercy to fall back onto the ground.
Cecil coughed and spluttered for a moment. There was already a bruise forming where this body snatcher had grabbed him. He rubbed his neck before slowly getting back up onto his feet, wincing slightly as he looked up at the man who claimed to be Nolan. “Why should… I believe anything… you’re saying…” He managed to choke out.
“You don’t have a choice. You either serve me or you die. It’s that simple.” Viktor claimed, his deep voice reverberating off the walls in a way that made him sound divine. He really tried his best not to get turned on by the sound of his own gruff voice again at a time like this but it was nearly impossible to stop his fat cock from chubbing up a little. Before long it was not so subtly bulging against his suit and he didn’t care to hide it.
Cecil might’ve been distracted by the sight of Omni-Man getting a hard on had it not been for a group of his armed men bursting into the room. Between them was one of the GDA’s best scientists holding a strange looking weapon.
“HIT HIM! NOW!” Cecil shouted with all his might.
As soon as the scientist raised the weapon in Viktor’s direction, he realised what it was. He also knew it wouldn’t work. In those few seconds of hesitation from the scientist, Viktor could’ve easily killed him and all the guards. But he didn’t. He wanted Cecil to see just how futile any attempt at resistance would be. Instead he stared blankly as the scientist fired the weapon at him, unleashing a powerful sound wave that crashed over his body. Under normal circumstances, it would’ve worked. The GDA had managed to recreate that crippling sound just as well as Viktor had. It should’ve ruptured Viktor’s inner ear. And yet…
“Oh. fuck.” Cecil muttered.
Viktor was unfazed. The implants on his ears kept him fully protected. He didn’t even lose his balance. He just floated there, allowing the sound to roll over him. Even outstretching his arms in mockery for a moment. But there was no need to milk it. He’d done enough of that recently. He grabbed the weapon out of the scientist's hands faster than anyone else in the room could comprehend. He hovered above them for a moment as he inspected it. Viktor chuckled in amusement before dropping it on the floor. He descended hard and fast only a second later, crushing it under his boot with a deafening stomp.
“Did you really think I’d allow you to exploit my only weakness?” The new Omni-Man taunted. “Good try though. If my intellect didn’t come close to rivalling my new power, you might’ve had me.”
The guards raised their guns and began shooting frantically at Viktor. Naturally the bullets didn’t even tickle the Viltrumite’s skin. Their endless spray did nothing to stop the alien from slowly reeling his right arm back. Some of them stopped to run as soon as they saw how futile it was but others stayed as Viktor’s hand curled into a tight fist.
He threw a single punch. It was such a simple action. But when Viktor put some of his real strength behind it, a disaster ensued. By focusing his power, he was able to create a shockwave so powerful that it ripped through the facility with ease. Any people caught in its wake were put out of their misery before they even knew what was happening. Those guards and that scientist were the least of the casualties. Cecil was lucky. He’d been standing behind Viktor meaning he was mostly safe but the back force was still great enough to throw him against the wall.
Cecil was in and out of consciousness for a good minute or so. When he was awake, all he heard were screams and the occasional explosion as red emergency lights blared overhead. As his eyes fluttered, the caped silhouette of Omni-Man stood over him.
“This is your only warning Cecil. Do the smart thing and pledge your loyalty to me. Otherwise you’ll end up like them.” And with those words Viktor left Cecil to pass out. With a loud crash, Viktor took flight by smashing his way through the ceilings above until he emerged from the Pentagon.
———
Weeks passed. Earth was in shambles from all the chaos that’d ensued Omni-Man’s takeover. After his assault on the GDA, he hunted down the Guardians and took them out before they had a chance to group up on him. Viktor was confident he could’ve taken them all at once but he didn’t want to push his luck. Especially as he was still adjusting to his body. So he played it safe for now. Taking out War Woman, Martian Manhunter, Green Ghost, Dark Wing, Aquarus, Red Rush and even The Immoral one at a time. Out of the seven, Red Rush had been the toughest to eliminate. Even Viktor couldn’t keep up with his unfathomable speed as he evaded Viktor’s attacks while keeping other heroes and civilians out of harm's way. It was only when Red Rush made the fatal error of going on the offensive one time that he was finally caught. The moment Viktor had a hold of him, it was all over.
After that, not many heroes or villains posed much of a threat to the power hungry Viltrumite. There were a handful with strange and unique abilities that Viktor had to be careful about but he never allowed himself to be caught off guard. After all, with the access he had to the GDA’s database, Viktor knew all there was to know about Earth’s defenders. Yet despite how hopeless it must’ve seemed, the resistance continued to fight back. He even saw teams of villains fighting alongside the heroes. It might’ve been commendable had any of them actually been able to hurt him. The gap in power was so great that for Viktor most of them broke just as easily as a normal human. If he wasn’t constantly getting off on how unstoppable he felt, Viktor might’ve found it boring.
Before long, all hope was lost. Viktor’s killing spree stretched to all corners of the planet until there weren't any heroes left to stand against him. Nowhere was safe as he forced government after government to pledge themselves to him as the new emperor of Earth. Some resisted more than others but in the end they had no choice. That is if they didn’t want their country wiped off the map.
In only a few months, everyone on Earth had been forced into a new way of life. They’d been told that their existence only mattered to serve their one and only King. For most it was a nightmare come true. Omni-Man, who was once believed to be their greatest protector, had betrayed them all. He talked about the humans of Earth like they were no more than insects yet there was nothing they could do other than conform to his rule. As such construction began on monuments dedicated to him around the globe. Multiple unique Palaces for him to live in were being planned in almost every country. As much as they hated him at first for all the damage he’d done and all the lives he’d taken during his initial takeover, all the people could do was suck it up and accept that this was their new way of life. Serving an all powerful man. Being made to worship him like a god. Literally. It’d become compulsory for everyone on earth to attend a new form of church once a week. There all the humans would sing the praises for the new King.
Now of course most humans only conformed because they didn’t have a choice. It was a matter of survival. Anyone who didn’t serve Omni-Man would be considered useless and would inevitably be executed. However there were some people who took their praise very seriously, usually in the form of cults. These people had truly devoted themselves to him in a way that went beyond compulsion as they genuinely believed him to be a god. So much so that some of these cults even voiced how thankful they were to Emperor Nolan for taking over the planet and saving them from themselves.
Then there was Mark and Debbie. Nolan’s old family. Viktor had ignored them at first but that became impossible when his new son suddenly developed his powers a month into Viktor's takeover. He didn’t want to kill them at first but he knew they’d create too many issues for him down the line. It had to be done. He didn’t enjoy it but he was glad to finally sever the last string that connected him to Nolan’s sentimental Earth life.
———
“I can’t see why you won’t just admit that things have been better since I took over.” Viktor huffed as he looked up at statistics on the large hologram screen before him. “For the first time in human history, everyone on earth is united. No more wars. No more rich billionaires soaking up all the wealth. No more villains plaguing the streets. I’d have thought an outcome like this would be a wet dream for you.”
Cecil grunted. “It’s only because they’re fucking terrified of you. It’s not like you gave anyone a choice.”
The two of them were standing in the recently rebuilt GDA control room. Staff were all around working on the computers as Viktor and Cecil stood at the front analysing the stats from each country.
“Oh please. I know enough about your attitude to know that if you had the kind of power I do, you’d have done the same thing. It was messy at the beginning but in the long term even you have to admit that this will be good for the world. Everyone is cooperating and sharing resources. The rich are being cut down to size. The poor are being elevated. My rule is creating a paradise and I think a lot of people are starting to see that.” Viktor reasoned.
“You really think anyone is going to forgive you?” Cecil asked bluntly.
Viktor side eyed him before quirking his mustache a little. “You think I care if anyone forgives me? Forgiveness doesn’t change anything. And besides, I’ve already received truckloads of admiration letters and gifts from some very loyal humans saying how grateful they are for me. Many of which have offered themselves up as sexual partners. Not that I plan on taking any of them up but I appreciate the offers nonetheless. Goes to show the lengths some are already willing to go in order to show their devotion to me.”
Cecil shook head. “That or they’re just trying to make sure you won’t murder us all for fun someday.”
There was a brief moment of silence before Viktor spoke up again. “I’m starting to think you’re just jealous. Because what I’ve done for this world is everything you and your little agency wish you could’ve accomplished.” He turned to Cecil before placing a hand on his shoulder. “Look. One day you’ll be grateful for me too. When that day comes, feel free to come lick my boots and maybe I’ll consider giving you full command over a country of my choosing.”
Cecil gritted his teeth. He hated to admit it but Viktor was right. He was jealous. Now that the dust had settled, the world really was running at top efficiency. For those who followed under the rule of Nolan, life was easier. It was more than he ever could’ve wished for. He just hated how it happened but maybe he really was being blinded by his own pride.
———
The one year anniversary of the new Nolan’s takeover came surprisingly fast. During those twelve months Earth had evolved greatly under his rule. Not only had the quality of life improved for almost everyone but advancements in health and technology were moving at an astronomical speed. With every day that passed, more and more people seemed to be accepting their new emperor. Of course it was hard to forget the atrocities he committed in those first few weeks but it was just as hard to deny all the good that’d happened since. Those who truly worshipped him were slowly becoming less of a minority. Before long Nolan knew that everyone would submit to him with their full hearts. It was inevitable.
However there was one thing that happened during the year that surprised everyone. After seven months under Emperor Nolan’s rule, an emergency broadcast was held across all tv networks by the ruler himself. He was wearing an incredible dapper white suit with a red dress shirt to match the colour scheme of his Omni-Man costume. His hair was styled to perfection and his mustache was carefully groomed. He never ceased to look immaculate.
Nolan started by speaking to the people of how proud he was of the new world he was helping them to build. It seemed rather mundane for an emergency broadcast at first. This is until he said there was someone he’d like to introduce them all too. Moments later a second Nolan stepped into view of the camera. He looked identical to the emperor in every way as if they were twins. Nolan went on to explain that despite how incredible he was, he couldn’t be in all places at once to ensure everything on earth was running as he expected it to be. So now, his fully realised clones would be here to help. Naturally the news blew up all over social media at the idea of there being multiple Omni-Men flying around. Some would rejoice while others would feel even more terrified than before.
Now on the anniversary, all ten of the original Omni-Clones had finally developed their powers. Funnily enough Omni-Four, the one that’d ingested some of that delicious sperm directly from the source, was the first to gain his powers. He was even the one that Nolan showed off to the world on camera. Back when he performed that little experiment, Nolan more so did it for own perverse pleasure. He didn’t really think it would speed up the activation of Viltrumite powers. Of course there was a one in ten chance that it was simply a coincidence. He supposed it was theory he’d have to test some more in the near future with another batch of clones. For now though, these ten would be more than enough.
Nolan decided to keep Omni-Clones One through Six on Earth for the time being. Meanwhile he instructed Seven through Ten to venture out in pairs across the nearby galaxy and survey planets close to Earth for further takeover. The first six clones were usually spread out across the planet to keep the newly established order air tight as they patrolled the skies and issued orders given by the Emperor himself. They were the perfect servants. All of them were nearly as strong and fast as the original. Their subservience to the new Emperor Nolan was baked into their DNA. And most of all… they were just as hot as he was.
———
Nolan towelled himself off after a gruelling workout. He’d used the highest end resources to build himself a gym that was actually able to get his blood pumping. He used his own genius to design and help construct a bunch of massive contraptions that would allow Nolan to feel as though he was lifting thousands of pounds in weight. He didn’t do it for the sake of maintaining his physique. His Viltrumite physiology made it so he retained a muscular build no matter what. Instead he was doing it for the sole purpose of becoming stronger. He hadn’t forgotten about his long term goal of fighting against the Viltrum empire and when that time came he wanted to be ready.
As he strolled out of the gym, he couldn’t help giving one of his armpits a sniff. The sweaty scent had been invading his senses for the entire workout. So much so that he struggled to focus through his last few exercises. Even after being in this body for over a year, he was still obsessed with its natural musk. That and literally everything else.
Once he’d returned back to his palace, Nolan sent out a call to all his clones on Earth. It was Sunday after all. The day that all humans would go to church and worship him. As such Nolan had decided to start worshipping himself too. Not just in the conventional sense of groping his sexy body and jerking off in the mirror though. He did that everyday. No this was different. Every Sunday he and his clones would meet up together. They would first have a meeting where the clones would catch Nolan up on all recent developments. Then once the formalities had been dispensed, Nolan and his six Omni-Men would head off to a very special and private room in the palace where they could really worship just how god-like they all were…
Omni-Three arrived first. A few minutes later was Two who was shortly followed by Four. After that was Omni-Five and Six who’d met up on the way. The group was complete soon after when Omni-One touched down at last. They didn’t waste any time following their Emperor to the main hall where the meeting table had already been set by a handful of human servants. Once sat, they went around the table giving their updates. They talked of the construction taking place across the planet, the advancements slowly being made in technology, the obedience of the humans in each sector and much more. In reality it was all stuff that could be logged to the new Omni-Database remotely but they all knew that the after party’ was the real reason why their master had them gather here every week.
Once they’d finished discussing the latest, they shelved their logs and made their way to the private suite. All seven of them walked through the ornate double doors with excited grins on their faces as they entered a room full of beds, lube and sex toys. The beds were large and cozy with super reinforced frames built to try and withstand the force of two or more Viltrumite men going at it. The toys ranged from vibrating dildos and dog collars to latex body suits and leather clothing along with so much more to fulfil any kinky desire. There were even mirrors on every wall to ensure that nothing happening in the room went unseen.
Nolan began to undress first. He was still wearing his gym clothes from earlier. The same ones that’d been clinging onto his frame for dear life with how his bulging muscles stretched them. They were still soaked in his sweat as he kicked them off to the side near one of the beds, making them easy to grab if he or one of his clones wanted to sniff them. Shortly after, Nolan watched as the other Omni-Men began to shimmy out of their tight uniforms. All of them wore fitted spandex costumes that were very similar in design to the original red and white Omni-Man suit. All crafted to show off their best assets. Nolan on the other still owned a similar costume but his was more on the regal side nowadays. He wore it most days, especially if he was out dealing with public affairs.
Soon enough they all stood naked in the centre of the room. Slowly rubbing their cocks up to full mast as they stared at one another. Thick mustaches identical. Eyes all equally filled with lust. Dicks all the same size. Standing around in a circle like this always reminded Nolan of the first time they did it. He was so enthralled by it. Getting to look either side of himself and see perfect copies of the sexiest man to have ever lived, all while knowing he looked just as perfect. Because they were him.
It wasn’t long before they began picking partners. Nolan found himself choosing Four and Six to be his for today. That said it was a good thing they all had numbered tattoos on their chests otherwise he’d have no idea who was who when the clothes came off. Meanwhile the other four clones decided between them what they wanted to do. As they did, Nolan guided his chosen pair over to the largest bed at the far end of the room.
On the way he couldn’t stop himself from smashing his lips against each of them in turn. As he did so, his hands began to wander across Four’s torso. Groping those pecs that he recognised as the very same pecs he hefted on his own chest every day. He couldn’t help using one hand to squeeze his own muscle tits while his other hand continued to cup Four’s generous pecs. Feeling the same heavy weight of muscle on both himself and another man simultaneously was the kind of thrill that soon had his fat Viltrumite cock bucking with excitement. He made sure not to neglect Six either as he turned his attention to the other desperate clone before rubbing his needy hands across that juicy bubble butt they all had in common. He gave it a heavy slap and grab before sealing his lips against Six’s as well and allowing their proud facial hair to brush. By the time they made it to the bed, the three of them were already so hot and bothered.
“Both of you on the bed. Ass’ up.” Nolan demanded, getting straight down to business. He watched at Four and Six did exactly as they were told. Their muscles flexed slightly as they crawled onto the bed beside one another. They were practically rubbing their thighs together as they arched their backs and put their massive rounded cheeks on full display. A pair of full moons that were so gorgeous Nolan found himself mesmerised as the two hunks swayed side to side. Tempting the Emperor with the plump cake they’d all become so addicted to eating.
Nolan took a moment to really appreciate the two bubble butts before him. Slapping them harshly so he could watch that ever enticing recoil they all shared. He then wet two fingers on each hand before carefully venturing between the two pairs of mountains. Both clones let out a satisfied murmur as Nolan teased their puckered holes. His fingers circled the sensitive rings until he finally pushed inside. They opened up for him nicely. It was to be expected after all the practice they’d had. Now he could watch those handsome reflections of Omni-Man melt into puddles of pleasure whenever he explored their holes rather than wincing in pain.
Once he’d teased them both thoroughly, Nolan stepped off to the side to grab a couple toys. As he did he looked around at what the other four clones were doing. Five and One were already on another bed together. Five was on top, kissing down the back of One’s neck as he pressed his giant dick inside One’s hole. Meanwhile Two was tying rope around Three's arms and legs for a little bondage play. It seemed like they were all having fun. Nolan smirked as he turned and picked up a couple things before returning to his two eagerly awaiting daddy clones.
Four let out a sharp gasp followed by a moan as Nolan stuffed a vibrating dildo up his ass without warning. He made sure it was buried nice and deep before turning his attention to the other clone. Six thought for a moment he was about to receive the same treatment until Nolan reached around towards his face and told him to open up wide before clipping a ball gag around his mouth. As such Six could let out muffled grunts of satisfaction when Nolan kneeled at the foot of the bed and shoved his face into that big beautiful ass. His mustache tickled the sensitive skin while his tongue probed against the hole. Needless to say, both clones were leaking precum onto the mattress beneath them
God knows how long Nolan spent eating that ass. It was always such a mind numbing experience in the best way possible. Especially as he thought about how he owned those exact same ass cheeks on his own backside. But eventually his cock started to get needy. So with one last triumphant lick, Nolan ordered Four to stand up before telling Six to get onto the bed properly. Four watched as his counterpart got comfortable in the centre of the mattress. Meanwhile he could hardly stand straight as the dildo continued to buzz violently inside his hole. He, like all the rest of them, had such a sensitive prostate that he already wanted to spew a load. But he had to hold back. They hadn't even gotten to the main course yet!
Nolan crawled into bed on top of Six, slowly relaxing his weight on top of the cloned man’s broad back to pin him down. Six hummed needily through the ball gag as he felt Nolan’s cock teasing him gently. The tip slick with precum as it rubbed against that welcoming hole. He was nearly ready to make the plunge. He just needed one last thing in place.
“Four. Get behind me.” Nolan told the other hulking man whose knees were shaking at the vibrators mercy. “I get his ass. You get mine.”
Four didn't need to be told twice. To be granted permission to mount Emperor Nolan’s ass was the highest honour imaginable. His cock immediately lurched at the thought as he scrambled onto the bed behind Nolan. Before he knew it, his face was buried between Nolan’s cheeks as he ate out his master’s hole enthusiastically. The dildo still vibrated in his own hole as he did, causing him to groan uncontrollably between Nolan’s ass. All the while Nolan himself was licking around Six’s tight entrance again, tongue swirling so vigorously that it had Six spluttering against his gag
The room flooded with an orchestra with baritone moans and cries as the seven Omni-Men heated up. Their bodies glimmering with sweat as they venerated one another in the lewdest ways possible. Worshipping their ass’, flexing their biceps for one another and bouncing their pecs in a display of unmatched masculinity. Soon enough the room itself smelled only of horny male testosterone. That said it wasn’t long before their primal instincts took over completely as they started shoving their cocks inside one another. Five, always the impatient one had long since started fucking One’s ass. Despite his impatience, he was always the most gentle and tentative. Making sure to go slow and deep while rubbing up against all the right spots inside One’s hungry hole. Meanwhile Omni-Two had just finished throat fucking the still bondaged Omni-Three as he too guided his saliva slicked cock towards the awaiting hole down below.
Now all that remained was Nolan and his two clones. After all the ass eating, they got a little carried away with worshipping each other's bodies. Not that anyone could blame them. It started with Nolan and Four groping Six’s heavy pecs while sucking on his pebbled nipples. Next they all took turns squeezing one another’s arms and shoulders before Nolan found himself running his tongue along Four’s abs. The last thing they did before sticking their dicks inside one another was Nolan giving both Four and Six a hearty blowjob. Swapping between pumping and sucking both cocks and adoring the way he was forced to gag around their girth knowing damn he owned the exact same monster between his own bulky legs.
Finally they were back in position. Six on bottom, Nolan in the middle and Four on top. Nolan pressed forward first as Six’s fat ass yielded to the bloated cock head. He slid inside wetly before slowly pushing himself down to the hilt, sighing with satisfaction once he was fully buried in the embrace of the tight but welcoming dad hole. He peppered his lips across the clone’s neck from behind before urging Four to complete the train. Seconds later Nolan’s eyes widened as Four slammed into his ass with much more ferociously, causing the former to let out a loud gasp followed by a sultry moan.
If heaven existed, this was it. Nolan was in what he could only describe as paradise. Sandwiched between two Omni-Men while having the body of Omni-Man himself. In moments like this it all still felt like a fever dream. But as Four started thrusting in and out of his hole, there couldn’t have been any doubt about how real this all was. Soon enough they were fucking like rabbits. Four must’ve been extra eager to fuck thanks to the vibrating dildo still torturing his prostate. Meanwhile Six found himself drooling cum all over the bed sheets as the force of Four’s pounding against Nolan’s ass caused Nolan’s dick to move in rhythm too. It was practically the definition of sensory overload as Nolan began biting his lip. Feeling his own cock jutting in and out of the mesmerising ass below him while his own ass jiggled aggressively at the mercy of another dick that onky seemed to fuck him harder by the minute. It was only in times like this that he allowed himself to feel submissive in any kind of way. Partly because the idea of The Great Nowl-Ahn moaning like a bitch in heat for his own cock was the hottest thing ever imagined. And also his new ass just begged to be filled sometimes.
“Oooooooh fuuuck sir!… your ass feels sooooo good!” Four grumbled in a possessive tone that was uncommon for the clones. Even going as far as to slap his master’s bubble butt a few times.
“Yeah? You like owning Emperor Nolan’s fat bubbly ass?” Nolan teased through laboured breaths and the sound of balls smacking against flesh.
For a long moment Nolan just closed his eyes and allowed himself to dissolve into the moment. He thought back on how this all began. His obsession with the Original Omni-Man that’d lasted from the moment he first saw the invincible hero. An obsession that festered for well over a decade as he grew to become one of the smartest humans alive. Whenever he wasn’t jerking off to the handsome mustached hero, he was building countless machines and devices that would one day allow this all to become reality. And he still remembered all those days he got to spend with the unconscious Nolan after capturing him. All the times he’d drained his balls dry and used his seed to create the clones. Or the times he’d indulged in touching Nolan’s thick muscles while trying not to bust a load himself. Not to mention how fun it was to tease the alien when he awoke. But most of all, the swap. Getting to steal all of that for himself was an experience like no other. Even to this day he still couldn’t quite believe his eyes when he awoke every morning to see this muscle bound form and irresistible face. Sure it’d been difficult to stay in control of himself at first after assimilating Nolan’s powerful mind but with practice he’d been able to get it under control. And now he was here doing something that his memories told him the Original Nolan would have despised. Getting his mature hole stuffed.
Nolan wrapped his arms around Six’s waist as he tried his best to move his hips in time with Four. He buried his face into the nape of Six’s neck. He could tell that the man beneath him had busted a load already by how Six’s abs were already sticky cum alongside the sheets below. He was always quick to cum that one. That’s why Six was usually a bottom. It was interesting how despite being clones of the same man, most of the clones still had their own little quirks that set them apart from one another. That said, maybe one day Nolan would have to assign them all actual names that weren’t just numbers.
“P-please let me breed you sir!” Four begged as his thrusts became erratic. He was getting close.
Nolan snapped out of his little daydream. “Yessss… do it for me boy. Cum inside my hole nice and deep. Fill me up like a real Viltrumite warrior!” Nolan shouted through his own horny haze. He could feel himself nearing climax too as Six’s ass clenched tight around him.
Four took Nolan’s words as permission to go full dominant as he grabbed Nolan by the hair with a growl. He placed his other hand on Nolan’s back as he slammed into him so hard that the entire Palace seemed to shake. Even the super reinforced bed was threatening to collapse under the force. But right now none of them cared. All they could think about was their own cocks and holes.
“AH! UGRHH! F-FUUUUCK!” Four shouted as his balls began to tighten. “I’M GONNA… RAUUAAAHHHHH!” He roared loud enough to shake the walls as his orgasm finally hit. He tossed his arms up into a huge double bicep flex as he unleashed a tsunami as potent omni-cum inside Nolan’s ass. Endless ropes of hot seed painted the inside of Nolan’s guts until he was so full with cum that it began leaking out around Four’s cock in heavy streams that flowed down Nolan’s thighs. He continued to growl and grunt until every last drop had been milked out of him. Only ending when Four collapsed on top of Nolan with a hum of satisfaction.
Nolan was already so close himself and the feeling of being stuffed full was just enough to push him over the edge. His jaw went slack with a delayed moan as his cock began to spasm inside Six’s hole. Before he knew it, he was breeding the clone beneath him as well. Filling that beautiful ass full to brim with the seed of the original Nolan. And with that the greatest sandwich in the universe was complete with cream stuffing on both ends. And Nolan got the best of it. Simultaneously doing the stuffing and getting stuffed. There was almost no better feeling in the entire universe as all three of them finally laid exhausted on the bed in a tangle of sweaty muscles and mustaches.
But it wouldn’t end there. That was only the first course. As soon as very short refractory period was up, they would fuck again and again in every which position. Switching out toys. Wearing kinky outfits. Doing anything and everything to get their rocks off over and over again for hours on end until Emperor Nolan decided he was satisfied for the day.
———
Decades passed. In that time Nolan was able to perfect planet Earth into becoming the best version of itself. A world where all humans are loyal and obedient to him as they live their lives to serve him and better his growing rule. An empire that had since expanded its reach across the stars.
First his clones that’d been sent off world conquered nearby planets in the solar system such as Mars and Venus. Enslaving the natural inhabitants of those worlds and returning to earth with data on potential resources. They would then set off for other planets further out into space. They were warned to always stay in pairs on off chance that they encountered other Viltrumites from the Viltrum empire. All the while, the people of earth were tasked with building powerful spaceships capable of travelling far and fast through the cosmos for the purpose of transporting goods from planet to planet as well as migrating human workers to other worlds.
Progress was faster than anticipated. Without all the infighting, Humans proved themselves to be a very productive species worthy of servitude. New inventions and advancements that should’ve been a hundred years out of reach came within a fraction of the time. Of course the success was partly attributed to Emperor Nolan’s greatly superior intellect. When he wasn’t busy giving orders to the people, working out his immaculate body or having orgies with his clones, he was in his laboratory helping to build new tech with the assistance of other scientists around the world. His god-like strength had made it difficult to do the more delicate tasks in science and engineering for the first couple of years but nowadays he’d mastered his control over this power.
As his domain continued to expand across space, as too did his army of clones. He knew the original ten would be stretched thin sooner or later so about a year after they gained their powers, he began work on a new batch of clones. He used some of the stored up canisters on Nolan’s cum from back when he milked the hero all that time ago to make the first few but after that he had to start giving new samples of cum himself. For hours he found himself hooked up to that milking machine as it sucked him dry over and over again until he’d dispensed enough cum for the batch. It was a process he had to repeat every time he wanted a new set of clones. Honestly though, he loved it. Letting that big brain of his switch off for hours on end as he allowed himself to goon out under the constant suction of the milking machine. He’d done it so many times that now he had hundreds of Omni-Clones. More than enough to outnumber the Viltrum Empire.
Not many people knew the biggest secret of the Viltrum Empire. That being that there were only around fifty full blooded Viltrumites left in the whole universe. They were still formidable but against dozens of Omni-Men that were all just as strong, there was no doubt they’d perish.
And perish they did. The inevitable eventually came to pass as Emperor Nolan went to War against Grand Regent Thragg and the rest of the remaining Viltrumites of the empire. It was a short but gruesome war that took place in the vacuum of space where they went kill for kill. Many Omni-Man clones were lost but their superior numbers led them to subdue the likes of General Kregg, Conquest, Lucan, Anissa, Thula and more until Thragg was the last one standing. Emperor Nolan had elected to fight him one on one. It was a risky decision motivated by pride and arrogance. But Nolan also knew that this was likely to be the last real challenge he’d ever get. So he savoured it. Going back and forth against the brutal Grand Regent. For a while they were neck and neck. It quickly became clear that without all the training he did to increase this body’s power, Nolan would’ve been no match for Thragg. But now he was starting to overpower the brutish tyrant. Slowly wearing him down until Thragg was on the ropes. The Emperor soon saw his chance for victory. As Thragg flew at him one final time, Nolan clenched his fist and evaded the attack just in time to punch a hole straight through Thragg’s stomach. A blow like that would’ve killed lesser life forms almost instantly. But Viltrumites were tough. So Nolan finished the battle with one last decisive blow that put the Grand Regent down for good.
In the aftermath of the battle, any surviving Viltrumites from the old empire were offered a chance to join Nolan’s new empire. Many of them surprisingly accepted. After seeing him best Thragg in one on one combat, they respected his strength. It was what Viltrumite culture was built on after all. Some however refused. One of those being Kregg. He claimed they would rather be killed than conform to this new empire full of perverse clones. Conquest also refused to submit but not for the same reason. He wanted to challenge Nolan himself. And that he did. The two came to blows and though it was a good fight, Nolan inevitably came out on top. But he didn’t kill Conquest. Neither did he kill Kregg. Instead he had them both captured where they would be taken back to earth and made use of in a… different way.
After the original Viltrum Empire had fallen, the Coalition of Planets was next. Their army was many times bigger but their warriors were nowhere near as formidable. The only ones of note were a particularly strong Unopan named Allen and one of the leaders behind the Coalition named Thaedus who happened to be a Viltrumite in disguise. But they too fell under submission. After that, there was nobody else in the universe who could pose a threat to Nolan’s plans for universal takeover.
And for the next few centuries that followed, that was exactly what happened. Nolan’s reach was ever expanding to all corners of the cosmos. Earth still remained his home for the most part. It was considered the most important planet in existence now with technology far beyond anything else. The Human race was still thriving. There were even some new Human-Viltrumite half breeds that had come around since the joining of the other Viltrumites.
The clones also reached numbers in the millions. Most of the newer ones however weren’t Omni-Man clones like the originals. There were still lots of Omni-Men around of course and Emperor Nolan still took pleasure in creating a new batch of them here and there. Nowadays though, the majority of the Empire's army was made up of Conquest and Kregg clones!
After they were captured and taken to earth, they were escorted to the main cloning facility where they were forced to sit opposite one another while hooked up to milking machines that drained their cocks day in and day out. Their premium sperm being used to create endless clones of the two. The only reason they couldn’t break out was because of the hypnotic chips that’d been installed in their brains to keep them both nice and docile.
Nolan had won. In the time it’d taken him to conquer the universe, he’d hardly gained a wrinkle. He couldn’t have been happier knowing that he would be around for thousands of years to come just to watch his new empire grow and thrive. Shaping the universe in his image along the way. All the while fucking his gorgeous clones. Hell he’d even started fucking a few of the Kreggs and Conquests. Some days he’d just bury himself in a orgy full of them all.
He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his very long life getting lost in the divinity of his existence.
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“You better search for a new body quickly dude, I heard that sperm can’t live longer than 10 minutes,” the impostor said to me
This unknown impostor somehow forced himself to my body and then he pushed me out from my body by jacking my dick off. I of course will never expect that I’ll be turned into a freaking liquid alongside with my own cum. I don’t even know how to move as this sticky cum that previously owned by me somehow bind my liquid form so I can’t move quickly
“Hurry up, there’s a lot of decent host here. You’re one of the decent host,” he said, smirking to me while he flexed the body that used to be mine
Fuck, my time is running short…….what should I do?
“Oh look, who’s this little fella? Sorry bro, I’m currently occupied and you cannot do anything about it. But I can assure you the locker room is packed and filled with lots of unaware human. If I’m you, I’ll put my bet there since there’s not much time left,”
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I was so nervous as we arrived at the cruise. One of my best friends was getting married and he thought that there was nothing better than taking a cruise ship for a bachelor party. It was without a doubt an expensive endeavor. It cost me a lot of my savings to be there. Did I want to go on a cruise ship? No, I have seen a lot of disaster movies to know the dangers of getting into a massive boat. However, I knew that I would probably not be invited to other bachelor parties. Clearly, some of the guys in the group couldn’t believe that Brandon was a good friend with “nerdy Jeremy”. Well, the answer is simple. The Brandon in front of them is not the same that they knew long ago. My friend, Cain, took over Brandon’s flesh over 10 years ago. He always insisted that I should steal someone’s life, but I was never interested in doing so. Still, I always traveled with the amulet. I don’t know, maybe I thought that it could be useful in case of an emergency.
Being on a cruise was weird. I never expected to enjoy it so much. It was like a floating mini-city. There were stores, restaurants, bars and even a barbershop. It was fun, a lot of fun… and the food. Man, just on my first day I gained over 3 pounds. I could finally understand why people love cruising. I quickly became a fan. However, I never expected that this trip was going to become so much more. I was exploring the ship when it happened. The doors of the elevator opened and then I saw him. He was wearing a white uniform. He smiled at me and walked away. I didn’t know his name. I didn't know his nationality. I honestly didn’t know anything about him. I just knew that he worked on the ship. But that face, that smile… It was just a couple of seconds, but that was enough to capture my imagination. For the first time in my life, I contemplated using that cursed amulet.
I entered my room and looked for the medallion. I have held it for over a decade but I have never used it. I know that its usage is full of risks but I was willing to give it a chance. Of course, I told “Brandon” of my plan just in case that I needed his assistance. I rested on my bed and put my hands on my chest, grabbing strongly that magical artifact. “Release my soul from this flesh” I said as the medallion started to shine. “Release my soul from this flesh” I said as an electric sensation covered my body. “Release my soul from this flesh!” I yelled and then I felt as if I was floating. I looked at my hands and they were transparent. I looked around and then I saw my body sleeping… he looked so peaceful, so relaxed. This was going to be awesome.
After several minutes of experimenting with my ethereal form. I went to explore the ship. I accidentally stumbled with a guy, but gladly nothing happened. The man just mentioned that he had some shivers, which confirmed the idea that possessing someone would not be an easy task. I wandered for a bit till I found the bridge. There I found him, the reason that I was finally open to using this medallion. I knew that things could get very messy. So I just needed to be patient until a good opportunity presented itself. In all honesty, this was not so bad as it let me learn a lot of details of the man that I was going to become. His name was Alessandro. His English showed an accent, probably Italian. He had an important job at the bridge, but that shouldn't worry me. After the takeover, I should be able to access all his memories.
I saw him work for a couple of hours. Then he went to the gym, I observed his defined muscles. His arms stretch the fabric of his t-shirt. It was so hard to not jump at him. Finally, he headed up towards his room. He just opened the door and I jumped towards him. Probably, he was confused. He just felt a force trying to take over his flesh. He fought it, but there was nothing really to do. It was in reality a battle of will powers. I know what I wanted, he was just a scary puppy. It probably took me 30 minutes, but at the end, I was the one controlling his flesh.
I suspect that you can imagine what I did for the next hour. Explore his flesh, play with his dick, try his uniform. Yes, I did that and I enjoyed every second of it. This body was amazing and it exceeded all of my expectations. Really, waiting 10 years was worthwhile just by seeing the catch that I have gotten. My ideal was to stay there and savor my conquest for the rest of the night. But I knew that there were more urgent matters to take care of. Yeah, I am controlling Alessandro’s flesh… but let me assure you that one body can only hold one soul at a time. I was here inside his flesh…. there was just only one flesh in all this ship craving for a soul.
It was weird walking through the ship. People just kept staring at me, something that I will need to get used to. It was also weird as I stumbled with different members of the ship staff. I knew their names… I knew their faces. I just knew stuff that will allow me to live the life of this man effortlessly.
“Excuse me… did you call to reception” I said as I approached Brandon, who was just guarding the door of my former cabin.
“No, I didn’t”
“Are you sure? Is everything ok?”
“Yes, thank you” He answered a bit annoyed
“Sir is there a problem here”
“No sir… wait… it cannot be… Jeremy”
“The one and only dude”
“That… no… really, a ship officer?”
“The name is Alessandro”
“You hated everything about cruise ships”
“Well, a wise man can have a change of heart. I just love the cruise, I don’t want that this trip to ever finish”
“Good for you. Still, you are going to go my wedding, righ?”
“Of course. And my body?”
“He is still sleeping… but let’s go.”
There were no surprises here. The real Alessandro panicked when he realized that his soul was now trapped inside my former flesh. I have experience in dealing with these situations. When my friend took over Brandon, we didn’t know how to act. That led to a series of events that ended in tragedy. Now, I was here to do things right. First, as I didn’t want this to end in a bad way, and second, while I loved being Alessandro, I was still not sure if I wanted to be him for good. Honestly, I have just been him for a couple of hours, I couldn’t make a life decision like this. I needed him in case I wanted to go back. So what did we do? Well, we just pretended that we had no idea what had happened. I am not sure if Alessandro fully believed my words… but hope can blind someone… hope, at the end of the day, was the only thing that he had left.
So I live Alessandro’s life for the rest of our 10 day cruise. Every day came with new perks. Everyday, I learn something new about my new identity that made me fall more in love with my new life. But I made a mistake. Do you remember that I told you that I have access to Alessandro’s memories? Well… the real Alessandro has access to my memories. He quickly learned about the medallion and things turned bloody. But I don’t know what he was thinking. He grabbed a knife and attacked Brandon, believing that my friend was hiding the amulet. Gladly, he just stabbed Brandon’s arm and the doctor said he would be fine. For the real Alessandro… Did you know that there is a ship prison? He stayed there until we arrived at the next port. When I saw him being taken by authorities of a Caribbean island, I just knew that my chances of going back were null. Really, I was certain that I would never see him again. Not that I am complaining.
Yeah, this amulet is fantastic… it surpassed every wild dream that I could ever have. Still, I have to wonder if there is a way to use it in a way that doesn't end with someone in jail or worse. Maybe I can try again in the future… but don’t worry, it will be at least another 10 years before I look for new flesh. For the moment, I will enjoy my time as the hottest member of the crew.
Time passed and the night finally came when it was time for Fenix still in the security guard Mark’s body to meet up with Chance for a possibly Netflix and Chills type of night.
Fenix got out of the car and approached Chance’s door to knock. And as Chance responds by opening the door he say
“Hey stud, you finally made it, as he begans to give Mark the hug of very close bros.
I was afraid for a minute that you wouldn’t make it. Let me guess, the direction were not spot on. says Chance.
“Hahah, you know how it is with Google Maps, rite, says Mark( Fenix).
“Well come right in”, say Chance as he move to make way for Mark to enter as a guest of honor.
As Mark came in he took in his surroundings, being amazed at how someone could own a place like this.
“So, what do you do for work, says Mark to Chance as he looks around the room.
“Well, I do marketing, says Chance.
“Marketing, what’s that, says Mark.
“Well it’s a form of sales in business that involves advertising. Like for me, I do real estate which is advertising house” says Chance.
So is this house on the market, say Mark.
“Hahah, that’s a good one, your name Mark and market. Nah man, this is my house, I inherited it from my parents after I graduated college, it was a special gift, says Chance.
That’s nice of them, says Mark.
A light went off in Chance’s head.
Oh, how rude of me, what would you like to drink, I also have wine in case you fancy that. says Chance.
“I’ll get a beer and a glass of wine, says Mark.
“You have a particular taste for drink combinations, I’ll be right back, says Chance as he walked to his fridge.
Mark than made his way to the chair and shortly after, Chance returned with both of there drinks.
Here you go man, says Chance as he sat the drinks before Mark.
Alright, what movie do you wanna watch tonight, says Chance.
How about a Jason Stathom flim, says Mark.
So you wanna watch “The Beekeeper”, says Chance.
“Is that a 10 year old movie, I never heard of that before”, says Mark curiously.
“Well it’s not to long ago, like 2024, I think, stated Chance.
Then it should still be new than, ahaha, says Mark jokingly.
Time passed and they were sitting in each other closely as to cuddle like a kid would a stuffed animal but with arms and legs around each other. Chance was sleeping in Mark’s arms while he watched the movie.
Mark(Fenix) was enjoying this, being able to enjoy a movie with someone never having this experience.
As the movie came to an end Mark says,
Hey there, you enjoy the movie, says Mark as Chance slowly wakes up.
Oh my bad man, I guess all the work and drinks got me on this one, ahaha, says Chance.
Oh, I guess I should get ready to go then, says Mark preparing to leave, but just when he was about to open the door.
You don’t have to go, you can stay with me tonight, we can share a bed if that makes you comfortable, says Chance giving hints he want to sleep with Mark.
That’s great, I would like that, says Mark.
Just when both got overjoyed and probably a little intoxicated from the alcohol, as soon as they came in contact as they came to Chance’s room door, a spark of passion came over them.
Chance and Mark started making out kissing one another. Mark as this happened pick up the shorter Chance with his arms while he held for dear life. Heading towards the bed Mark laid Chance down rushing to take each others clothes off to go further into climax.
Making his way onto the bed, over Chance moving like a predator analyzing his prey, begins to flip him over on his abdomen, positioning himself as he begins to eat out Chance hole while holding his tight firm ass.
Mark then aligns himself with his body before wrapping him in his embrace, inserting his cock into Chance’s manhole thrusting in and out in a rhythmic pace. As this happens Chance begins to groan as euphoria is sent throughout his body.
As Tension and heat rises with passion, the pressure building can no longer be contained. The groans get louder and the limit is reached as both release climax, loads of cum is burst out Mark into Chance filling him up as Chance after Mark jacks him off releases his all over his hand and bed sheets.
After intense passion leaves, only a warm comforting calm feels the room and they are left in each other hands.
The morning rises, Mark awakens watching Chance sleep by his side.
Mark(Felix) thinks to himself thinks,
“This was amazing, one hell of an experience, I never have watched movie with anyone, much less with someone I liked before. I think I like this one.
This guy Mark I possessed surely knows how to give a ghost a good time even in bed, but I must get my revenge on “Attero” company for ruining my 1st chance at life.
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