brossession-collection

Creepy Motel

 My football buddy John and I decided to stay at this creepy motel before the game. It was the biggest game of the season, so everywhere was booked out, except for this place.

Apparently it has a reputation for being haunted, especially among sports fans. Not like that would deter us.

When we arrived, there was an eerie wind in the air, but the accommodations were shockingly normal, if not dated. There wasn't anyone at the front desk, but we just figured they were on lunch break and check ourselves in.

As were unpacking, I suddenly felt a weird urge. I turned to John, asking, "Hey babe, how about we have some fun?", my voice sounding weirdly husky. And why would I be calling him babe? I'm pretty sure John has a chick that he's seeing, and I'm looking for a new one after a messy breakup last month.

To my surprise, John agrees, enthusiastically I might add. We strip out of our clothes, our suitcases still on the bed, and begin making out. He's surprisingly a good kisser. Our tongues entangle with each other. 

John begins putting his lips around my cock, bobbing his head up and down. He's really good at it too, much better than any girl I've been with. An audible deep moan escapes my mouth.

I suddenly grab his arms and flip him around, slapping my cock against his mouth. He looks at it, salivating like a dog. 

I grab his head and begin thrusting my cock down his throat rhythmically. John struggles to breathe, but it's clear he's enjoying it.

Being used and liking it.

Night Body Hunting

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

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

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

That brings us to tonight.

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

Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

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

I sneakily snap a picture from across the room.

"How about this one?"

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

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

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

"Hey are you done using that machine?"

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

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

"Dawson...."

He eyes me suspiciously, obviously sensing something is up.

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry? What do you-"

He pauses, before smiling and crossing his arms.

"Like a million bucks."

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

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

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

He flexes his guns, smiling.

I start the car and begin driving.

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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....

Ughhhh, where am I...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kaylee notices and grins evilly.

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

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

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

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

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

Kaylee then takes off the tape on my mouth.

"You're insane!"

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

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

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

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

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

"You didn't."

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

She turns off her phone.

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

"And Cam?"

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

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

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

The door opens, 

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

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

Kaylee laughs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ready, babe?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What!?"

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

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

"Shut your mouth."

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

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

"Me too..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Very much so. Why?"

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

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

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

"What are you doing?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

(For visualization purposes, the Traveller is Aether)

"Night, Paimon."

"Good Night, Traveller."

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

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

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

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

"Thowk, Thwak, Thwok"

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

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

"Huuuraaaaahhh..."

...

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

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

Am I in Grandmaster Varka's body?!

I check out my surroundings.

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

I look up at the ceiling.

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

This is Varka's office.

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

"To the Honorary Knight,

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

Thanks in advance,

Varka

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

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

"Ugggghhh, that bum!"

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

I sigh.

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

Wait..

I look down at Varka's body.

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

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

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

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

Another thought crosses my mind..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck it. No work today!"

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

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

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

"Hmmmm, this one looks interesting."

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

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

Eh, best not to dwell on it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I pick up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The device cuts out.

Failed Reprise

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

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

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

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

Liam turns around.

"Another 2 hours. Why?"

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

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

"Didn't cross my mind."

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

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

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

"Frank's Gas Station. 3 mi"

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

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

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

"Fine fine."

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

"Damn. This place is a dump."

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

"Are you sure it even has plumbing?"

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

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

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

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

I carefully open the door and flip the switch.

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

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

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

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

"Shit. What the fuck!?"

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

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

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

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

"Jesus!", my newly deepened voice yelps.

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

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

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

Then the same voice rings out inside my head.

"Enjoying my mug huh fag?"

"Who's there?"

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

My mouth then starts moving by itself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"There. That's a big improvement."

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

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

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

"Ok. Thanks Sir. Will do."

Remedial Swim Class

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

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

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

"You're late. Again."

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

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

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

"Yes Sir!"

*A while later*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As I push my brother onto the bed, he says to me, "Please baby bro, I want your mouth on me!"

As I kiss him down towards his cock, I say to him, "Oh come on, I think you mean baby. Hehehe"

----

Ever since I almost died choking on a huge piece of candy stuck in my throat three years ago, I have been able to see ghosts everywhere I go, and was scared at first, but now I've gotten used to it after helping them move on to the afterlife.

However, my family has no idea that I have this ability, as I had found ways to keep my ghost seeing ability a secret, such as pretending I'm on my phone, though I have wanted to tell them about this but can't find myself doing so.

----

Five Days Ago...

My brother, Jake, suddenly went to my apartment and asked if he can stay here for one night since he's really drunk and didn't want to get home yet.

"Ughh, finee you can stay here." He tried to hug me but I couldn't stand the smell of alcohol so I quickly pushed him away. I tried hard to hide my growing bulge cause his drunk sweaty self is giving me a hard on, and him opening his clothes is not helping.

I quickly went to give him water to sober up and put him on the couch to let him sleep.

---

Later that night, I was playing games on my computer after a day of working and looking to relax when I saw a shadow from the corner of my eye.

When I looked, it was a ghost clad in black floating off the floor and I doubled over, falling off my chair.

"Hahaha looks like I shocked you!"

Getting off the floor, I hesitantly asked, "Who are you?"

"Oh hey! My name's Melvin. Pleased to make your acquaintance." He bowed down exaggeratedly to me and I laughed.

He then conjured a spectral chair out of thin air and posed on it. "I've been haunting this place after I died eating a candlelit dinner with my boyfriend. I've been haunting this place since."

"Wait how come I can only see you now? I've been here for a week. And did you move my things?"

"Well," Melvin answered. "Honestly, I wanted to show myself but thought I'd have some fun. I know it's annoying to anyone, but I was a bit of a prankster in my life. Well, now the afterlife."

Just then, Jake opened the bedroom door. "Hey bro, saw that your lights are still on from under your bedroom door. Wanna eat dinner?"

Suddenly I saw Melvin float behind him. "Hey wanna see a magic trick?"

Before I can process what he meant, Melvin put his hands on Jake's back, and Jake froze in place. Melvin then pushed in deeper into Jake's back, causing his body to shake in place as more and more of Melvin gets inside him.

Eventually, Melvin's head is all that's left that's not fully inside and trying to process this, I asked, "W-what is happening?"

Before I can get an answer, Melvin's head phased into Jake's and Jake fell to the floor. Trying to wake him up, I asked, "Hey! Y-You okay?!"

Suddenly, Jake sat up and kissed me hard while touching my growing bulge. "Hi, 'bro' hehehe... or should I say, human friend..." He laughed at his own joke.

"M-Melvin? How?!"

"Well I had taken over people over the years and it was always temporary. I'd let them go and possess them again when I want to feel all the human pleasure that I've been missing."

"I know that you've had a hard on for this bro of yours."

"W-What? No!"

Looking at my growing bulge, Melvin/Jake chuckles. "Ha! You say that, but your body's reacting differently. He then kisses me hard again and takes off his clothes before falling on the bed.

"You know... with me inside, you can have all your wet dreams come true. I'm sure as your 'brother' I can help you with that hehe.. And by the way, your bro's screaming for me to leave his body."

Thinking it over, I then smiled. "Well you don't have to leave his body. I think it's a good thing you took him over. I've always wondered what it'd be like to fuck and be fucked by him hehe."

Chuckling, Jake answered, "Well then, why don't you come here and let your 'bro' fulfill you then?"

----

In the present...

Since that day, Melvin/Jake and I have had a very sexual relationship. We took turns fulfilling our respective fantasies and I have had a lot of fun doing everything with him. From playing a superhero who wanted to fuck me pretending to be his enemy to secret lover, to him being a my submissive and me his dom as part of my fantasy, our sex life has been great.

As for the real Jake? I asked Melvin and he said that Jake has been silent the last two weeks so either he accepted Melvin as the one in the driver's seat, or he's gone absorbed into Melvin since suddenly Jake has all his memories.

Josh was stuck in a state of permanent hell. Being a teenager was hard enough with discovering sex and puberty. Josh, however, had all that as well as a slight case of post death limbo he was horny as hell with no body to get down with.  Worst of all he died on a beach with a pier that was the highlight of the surrounding areas. Bringing in tons of tourists  every season. Hot guys, gay and straight, running around half naked made limbo a literal living hell. The only solace Josh had was an occasional grouping of some guys ass or a peek at their junk when they were in the bathroom.

Next week was apparently supposed to be gay pride at the beach and josh knew it was going to be hunks on hunks on hunks. Depressed and wanting to take his mind off things, Josh went to the piers theatre to sit in on a movie. It was a throwback Thursday and they were playing the children’s film Casper Meets Wendy. Great a ghost movie thought Josh but he still stayed. And boy was he glad! The ghosts in the movie did this possession thing where they took over some guys bodies! This got Josh thinking maybe pride wouldn’t be so bad after all.

The next week came with rainbows and hot bods galore. Josh was staking it out on the beach to find the PERFECT guy to get into and test out this whole possession thing. He waited  and waited not wanting to make the wrong decision. Worried he was missing out, Josh started to float over to the pier. As soon as he started though, he stopped dead in his ecotoplasmic tracks to see this hottie walk by.

Now there’s a body I could get into. Josh always liked the beefy big guy type, he never thought he might get the chance to actually be one though! This guy seemed to be going to the changing rooms. Perfect! Some things going to change but it’s not going to be that swimsuit.

Chad entered the changing room when he felt a presence follow him in. Thinking it was some horny pride goer he turned around to tell him off.  Instead he was greeted by a bluish translucent form.  eyes wide Chad screamed in terror. “Sorry dude let’s hope this works” Josh said as he flew forward into Chad’s mouth. Josh threw all he had into charging into this guy, almost a little too much. Josh hit Chad’s mouth all of his ghostly form slamming onto Chad’s face, then popping into his mouth and down his throat. This not only caused Chad to fly back onto the bench, but all that momentum turned Josh into poltergeist pinball. As Chad’s big butt flopped down on the bench, Josh bounced into Chad’s stomach making it to expand out, causing Chad to groan deeply. Josh then ricocheted from Chad’s now round belly straight into his big globular ass, “I’m really sorry about this man!” Josh yelled embarrassed about the rough possession job he was doing. Slamming into Chad’s ass made a rubbery sound as it expand to almost double its size, this sudden bubble butt inflation bounced Chad up from the bench and hurled him across the room with him yelling. Just like the stomach though as soon as Josh bounced in he bounced out. This time he flew into Chad’s huge dong, which was already being barley contained in his speedo.  That didn’t matter though as momentum still propelled Josh forward. With a boing Chad stopped mid flail and his huge dick expanded to full staff in a matter of seconds. The feeling of Josh’s cool rubbery ectoplasm expanding in Chad’s dick  made his eyes cross and knees shake in pure ecstasy.

Josh kept moving forward and soon he was deflating out of Chad’s rock hard member first his head popped out , then the rest followed quickly in suit.  flying forwards, Josh was caught in the pouch which was stretching out as he flew forward. Meanwhile Chad was standing dazed from the orgasmic feeling of Josh flying out his dick. Josh was losing momentum as Chad’s speedo reached its maximum stretch. Coming out of his daze Chad looked at what was happening between his legs. Just in time to see his waist band come flying back at him filled with ghost. “Coming back at cha big boy” Josh laughed as he collided with Chad’s hard member. Josh was back in side but now had a better grasp on what he had to do. Chad’s mouth began to fill  with ectoplasm as Josh started to spread through-out his body. Doubling over from the forced entry, Chad thrust his crotch forward as Josh filled up his member and balls. Chad moaned as he felt the all too familiar swelling effect of an ecto filled dick.  Josh then started to fill in Chad’s ass causing it to shake and dance around the changing room.  Not wanting to waste much more time Josh pushed down into each of Chad’s legs making each of  them pop up respectively. Finally Josh went to the torso ending with Chad’s heavy pecs, each was filled with a small spring sound. Feeling filled completely with Josh’s ghostly presence, Chad fell back onto the bench with the sound of a ball bouncing.

He looked up beaming. “Wow! That was so much fun! I’m definitely doing that again” Chad said with Josh’s voice. The new Chad sprung up and grabbed his crotch,

Wo this guy is HUGE, I mean I knew that from getting into this hot bod, but it’s so different feeling the actual weight of this thing!

Summer time isn’t just for the living, the dead like to live it up in the sun too. Well a certain trio does anyway, and this summer had been one for the ages for them. They had had so much fun scaring fleshies, eating food, stinking stuff up that it almost fell into a routine… they were getting bored with scaring and that scared them. So they wanted to switch things up a little to mess with some fleshies, and what better way than with their favorite past time: possession.

              Fatso, Stretch and Stinky were devising a plan to change things up, as well as get some R&R at the beach front hotel they were haunting. Floating around the poolside deck, while invisible,  Stinky piped up, “what if we all possessed one guy then used him to get into some other fleshies?”

“as long as I get into that all you can eat buffet” Fatso chuckled

“I like how you’re thinkin’ Stinky” replied Stretch. Down they floated to scope out someone to accommodate all three of them that was still to their liking . There were a couple pretty good candidates, some hot teens, a few college bros, even a hot dad or two. The trio had a hard time choosing, then they came upon this guy passed out on a chair.

“He’ll do” Stretch sneered as Stinky took a whiff of his sweaty body and nodded in approval. Fatso gave him the once over.

“How am I gonna fit all this into that?”, he questioned as he jiggled his round belly.

“That’s half the fun, plus he’s got some big legs, so stop your whinin’ ya big chicken and get ready to get fleshy” Stretch said with a wink. He then floated towards the passed out hunk deciding on his first move. Stinky rushed past him and down in-between the guys legs. After squeezing through one of the leg holes, Stinky made his ectoplasmic form mesh with the guys speedo, taking it over. He then began to give off his famous odor. The scent didn’t take long to reach the sleeping hunks nostrils, causing his eyes to shoot open and his face to scrunch up.               After a few more tentative sniffs, Leo realized the smell was coming from him. His face turning a bright pink, Leo rushed back into the resort and up to his hotel room. He also grabbed an extra hotel towel next to his chair to wrap himself and hopefully contain some of the odor. After fumbling with his key, Leo finally burst into his room, which was luckily empty. He threw the towel on his bed and went over towards his suitcase. Upon further inspection, Leo noticed the smell was emanating from his swimsuit. Confused and slightly disgusted he quickly  took off the nasty thing, threw it in the corner by his suitcase, and made his way towards the bathroom to take a shower.               Out of nowhere a voice behind him said “Not so fast I like you more nice and sweaty”. Leo slowly turned around to see his speedo floating before him. The waist hole acting as a mouth to say those words.  Frozen in shock Leo stood there mouth agape. “Whats a matter”, the speedo said, “never talked to your ball huggers before?” Leo then heard a hearty laugh from behind him, suddenly he was airborne and bounced onto the bed, some gelatinous substance had collided into him.

“Get ready big boy, this is going to be a tight squeeze!” Leo heard a deep voice say from behind him. Fatso then hurled himself into Leos naked bubble butt.  Leo felt something large and bouncy plunge into his ass, oddly enough the  sensation was slightly turning him on. This whole trip and Leo hadn’t got any guy in bed with him. He was brought back to reality as he felt the tight squeezing down his ass end with a pop. His semi hard on sprung up and now felt a lot heavier. Panic setting back in, Leo flipped over to see why he felt such a large weight added to his crotch.  A stifled yelp escaped his lips as Leo saw just why his junk felt so heavy. A once pretty reasonably large 8.5in dick was now bursting at roughly 12.5in with huge lemon sized balls. His hugely engorged dick was tugging in different directions causing his crotch to follow, making him bounce around the bed.               As if that wasn’t enough, suddenly Leo’s dick stopped and Fatso’s head popped out. “Oh hey hot stuff, I hope you don’t mind but were gonna have to borrow this ship for the S.S.  ghostly trio’s fun ride, sorry for any and all inconveniences” with two horn toots, Fatso’s head sunk back down into Leos dick. Horribly confused by what was going on, and freaked out by his huge man meat. Leo started winding up to yell out.               “We can’t have you causing a commotion, this is an incognito mission” Leos speedo said as it shot towards his face. Before he had time to scream, a sort of see through version of his speedo flew out of the real one and went straight into his open mouth.  With a pop Leos lips sealed shut and his eyes bugged out. He forcibly swallowed the strange, cool ectoplasmic substance as it slid down and boomed into his stomach. Now full of ghost, Leos belly began to gurgle. His eyes shot down to see his stomach begain to rise,  sounding something like a slingshot’s sling being stretched out. The sound died down, then bam Leo’s stomach snapped back thrusting  his bum hard against the bed.  It bounced back surprisingly more plump and jiggly. Leo could feel something rising up his throat and fill his mouth pushing out his cheeks.               As if matters could not be worse, the towel he had brought up from the pool deck rose up off the bed next to him and formed into a third form. “Good work boys, Stinky open up this fleshie mouth so I can hop in”. Just then Leo felt whatever was in his mouth swallow don his throat, only to be followed by something rushing back. Something pushed up against his lips, hoping that whatever was inside of him was leaving, he eagerly opened up wide. Only to be greeted with a ghostly head sticking out. “Stretch this guys gonna be pretty tight but I think we can squeeze!” called out Stinky before sinking back down Leo’s throat. Leo was now realizing what was going on and the stress of it all made him pass out.               “Purrrfect, this is gunna be a'hell of a lot easia”, chuckled Stretch, “comin through”. With that Stretch rose up into the air and drove straight for Leos agape mouth. Since Leo was already filled with two other ghosts, Stretch at first could only fit his head into Leo’s throat, “Alright boys move ova”. Leos cheeks puffed out as Stretch wiggled his long ghostly form into this new body he and his brothers would be sharing. Finally his tail slide all the way down with a pop. Leo’s eyes fluttered open, “geez it’s cramped in here”, he said with an uncharacteristic  jersey accent, “Still not the worst body I’ve been in with you boys” “Can we eat all ready” boomed out a different deeper voice, “This guys starving”. ‘Leo’ began to grope at his slightly bulging stomach. “Tell ya what fatso”, Stretch said through Leos mouth as Fatso continued to rub Leos belly,“ Let’s find ya a nice body first, then ya can go to town on any buffet ya want, deal?!” “Okay…” Fatso sighed out as he dreamed of all the delicacies he could be enjoying right now. “Stinky, you all set?” “slick, sweaty, and ready for a hot body” Leo grinned out in Stinkys voice “Alrighty then, let’s get ready to possess some fleshies boys!” with a few failed attempts, the ghostly trio managed to get their host off the bed, and waddle over to Leos speedo. They slipped it around their ankles and slowly brought it up to their new slightly bulging waist, making sure to let it snap as they let it go. They looked down at their new acquisition, the speedo was straining to contain Leos now inflated dick and engorged ass. They laughed to each other, gave their new bubble butt a nice loud slap and left the room in search of a vacay bod for Fatso.

So I know, CRAZY long wait on this one, hope it does not disappoint. As for the polling, I can’t believe how many votes I got! the winners have been chosen for the trio to take over, and here’s where the reader writer interaction really gets important. I need your help and inspiration, are there any ways that you’ve just been dying to see either Fatso or stinky possess a guy?!  if so PLEASE submit a message or an ask telling me and you may just get to see that “come to life” pun completely intended!  Thank you all for dealing with my absence, I appreciate each and every one of you and hope you like my stories!

"Just shut the fuck up and stop act like you can ordered me around. It's my body, it's my fate, sorry that you don't have to be him,"

"Kid I swear to God if I could reverse all this shit I would. But you got to put your mind on the game, that's why I want to be inside him, to unlock his full potential because he's damn good!"