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There was a two particular people in the military named Piel and Bones. Bones started off as a E3 who graduated College with his associate degree and intended to get his Bachelor.

Piel intended to get his degree after serving time in the military. Both would end up in different areas in there basic training. Piel went to 11A and trained for close combat while Bones went to 11C which trained not only to become melee soldiers who specialize in melee combat but were the brain of 11A as far as strategy and weapon distribution was concerned.

Now Bones and Piel go way back, they went to the same school for most of their childhood but didn’t come in contact until High School. They were what you would call rival, Bones was intelligent and had a degree of athleticism, but he was usually the planner on sports team due to his basic understanding of the sport, where as Piel was not all to intelligent to had natural talent, he was highly athletic and possessed natural leadership and charisma. He knew just how to rile the team up and get everyone to lock in to win. Both were as far as people were concerned were an unstoppable duo when they worked together.

Once Basic training was completed they came together in their infantry position under there team commander who separated them in groups. For a time, it was like the good old days in school, but a rumor went out that came to be true about someone retiring and one of the teammates would be elected as infantry.

“So you heard about that rumor about our group leader dropping off, rite, said Bones.

Yea, I wonder who will take his place, said Piel.

Well one of the sergeant spoke to one of us and they already have there candidates, but they much choose only one of them. said another soldier.

Really, how will they elect them, said Bones.

Well, all ten are really good, but strangely enough, it might be down to a vote, said another soldier.

Wow, I wonder who those ten are, there’s like a 100 of us at least in a infantry group, says Bones.

Well it’s also good to note that they also look at candidates that are graduating from there 20 weeks in basically training. said another soldier.

Oh yea, don’t they also have a assistant also, so it’s two people then, says Bones.

A months past since then and they finally decided who those two candidates are and it’s a surprise for everyone.

All right soldier, round up, said one of the soldiers. Come on, hurry up, hur-ry up, said the Sergant sounding like an old western country man.

“”All right, so I’m aware that you received a rumor that you will receive two new leaders because one of our great leaders are moving forward to better things, but as any theater, the show must go on.”

“So, who will be those selected few that will continue to lead this great team to victory and continue the fight for our great nation” said Sergant.

“The two candidates of the infantry group are Piel and Bones”, said Sergant.

And so was the new leaders, but behind the scenes of this there were an unhappy few who were envious of this.

See Piel and Bones were not the only two who joined military from there school and made it in the group after basic training, but there were other two who despite working as a team with them, never really liked them.

The names were Vestis and Tyre, they always hated these two because they were always the favorite on there team, due to this, they were overlooked as leader. Moreover, just the mere presence of them always took the spotlight whether it was because of there skill and looks, which they believed made there lives easy, whereas no matter how hard they kept working and even when sick didn’t miss a day, no praise.

But that is all gonna change for Vestis and Tyre, they had a special talent in the sacred arts which allowed them to do extraordinary things, like turn anyone into a meatsuit that allowed them to not only wear there victims and but become them entirely.

All they needed was to get them alone and they could have them as flesh suits, but they had a plan.

One day, Vestis who is the mastermind, called Piel and Bones to the weapon room claiming that he needed a second count on the weapons cause he thinks there missing some.

So the three went into the room, which was separated from the group who were out training. As soon as they turned there backs, Vestis used a syringe to Bones neck before he could react, while Piel was distracted by the attack on Bones, within a split second, Tyre grabbed Piel in a chokehold and did like manner to him.

When Piel and Bones awoke, they were unable to move due to the muscle relaxer injection that made them unable to move there limbs.

Hello, it’s about time you woke up, said Vestis.

What’s the meaning of this, why have you done to us?, said Bones.

“Yea, about that, I think it’s time for you to retire,”

“And by retire, I mean from life, your days of shining are about to come to an end, but lucky for you, your identity will live on” said Tyre followed by Vestis.

“So if your not gonna kill us, then what, your gonna betray us to the other team or just leave us here until someone comes to check this room and have you kicked out for kidnapping us, said Bones.

No, I have a better idea, said Vestis as he dug into his pocket to pull a knife.

Are you gonna torture us with that, said Piel.

Your suppose to be the smart one, Piel, said Tyre.

“It’s not about hurting you, it about becoming you, so we can take what we worked hard.” says Vestis.

You won’t get away with this, said Bones.

“You always had to be the center of attention, I’m not gonna miss that, said Vestis as he use the magic knife to slash Bones back after turning him over on the floor.

There was no blood, but a dark void emanating from the slash akin to a rift. A void literally waiting to be filled and so it was.

Vestis took off his clothes as he entered that void emanating from Bones. Bones was alert in this process and he was screaming, not because of the pain, he felt nothing, but from the intrusion of Vestis and the inability to move due to the muscle relaxer. Vestis, once he was into Bones body of skin, he began situating himself by inserting himself into the former limbs of Bones. One could see Bones’s body spasming from Vestis fitting process.

Once the limbs were in Bones skin, Vestis tried inserting his cock into Bones cock which was a pretty erotic and funny process like a tiny cock fitting an XL condom, it took a Boner from Vestis to fit Bones cock which wasn’t at full growth. Lastly was the head which went through bones head, he felt the head go through his neck as he was now unified with the body of Bones.

Ahhhh, this feel great, I feel like I never change, “I am Bones” said Vestis.

Alright bro, your turn, said Vestis to Tyre.

The same process was like manner with Tyre after he jumped Piel. They all went about there new military position as Bones and Piel.

(Months later) When not at work, they were enjoying the status at bars even gay bars, apparently a new identity gave them more incentive to explore sexuality.

I don’t remember when exactly people started to call this place Hell. Some beings used to refer to it as the Abyss, back when it was just a cold vacuum of darkness from whence formless serpents came to feed on human souls. Now, a new generation of dragons drift as aimless coils in a prismatic sea, yet to discover the sparse islands floating above them like planets. In time, they will become curious enough to venture above the surface, but who knows when that will happen. Not much happens here, and not many people come here, if they even know how to get here. This realm is so young that things like civilizations, culture, war, and love are nothing more than far off dreams. Here, it is still and peaceful. I don’t know, maybe for some people that can be the very definition of Hell.

I have this sword, Rembrandt. It had a much stupider name before I decided to take it a little more seriously, but it’s still just my surname. It was originally given to me so I could slay the god of this realm, which ended up not happening. Now it’s a key that grants me safe passage between the human world and one of these islands, where I can sit by the edge and watch the dragons go through their life cycles. This is where I go to have some time alone. I’ve never seen anyone else here, nor would I expect to. Which is why my heart almost jumps out of my chest when I hear a portal open up behind me. I don’t even think to get my sword, I just whirl around with momentary panic as I await who’s coming.

And then, when I see the familiar outline of wings and a barbed tail, my panic turns to elation. I’ve seen him wear so many forms and bodies, including my own, but this is him, in his original shape.

“Will!” I yelp, rushing over to embrace him before he’s even fully stepped out of the portal.

“H-hey!” he stammers, flustered but barely containing his own excitement. He wraps his slender arms around me and we stand there, holding each other tightly for a moment. We’re both at a loss for words, no doubt with millions of thoughts swirling through our heads on where to begin. Finally, in a manner that isn’t too surprising as far as Will is concerned, he starts with an apology. “I’m sorry it took so long for me to see you.”

“It’s okay,” I say. I squeeze him a little tighter, “There’s been a lot going on in the universe.”

Will grimaces within my arms. “It’s been ten years,” he mutters, still looking for absolution.

I shoot back, “Well, it’s not like I was counting.” I look at him and see how his eyes are cast to the side like some guilty puppy that did something wrong. With a sigh I step towards the shore and beckon him over. “Have you ever been here before?”

“No, this is my first time.” Will follows me to the water and looks at the primordial dragons. Well, primordial may not be the best word. After all, dragons have manifested for eons. But this current progeny is starting from the very beginning of an evolutionary process in what is still a new world. It’s like gazing upon the origin of life itself. “Wow, this is beautiful, Evan,” is all he utters. There is a slight weariness in his eyes that softens as he becomes transfixed by the sight. Yet his hands are balled into fists and his tail sways, restless.

“So what’s going on? Are you here to tell me I’m in danger?”

Will is taken aback, almost offended, and gives me a dubious look. “I mean, can’t we catch up too?” he posits.

With a wiggle of my eyebrows I just put a hand on his shoulder and say, “Yeah, but you look very clenched and I think it would be a good idea for you to unclench first.”

Ten years ago he would have clapped back with a shady sex joke about my capabilities as a top, but this time he sighs, conceding. “There are a bunch of mother brains trying to find a way to use this realm as a source of energy.”

“Oh. Okay. What the fuck is a mother brain?”

Will smiles wryly. “Right, you’re unplugged and everything.” Ten years ago, I would have chimed in with a self-deprecating sex joke about my capabilities as a bottom, but instead I let him continue, “Mother brain is what people call any supercomputer that’s gone rogue. Ever since these bots learned that gods are real they’ve been trying to make their own. And what better way than to subjugate a world that is nearly defenseless compared to Earth and the Ether?”

“Can’t believe we’re living through all these doomsday scenarios about AI turning on us,” I say, unable to contain my own scorn. The sudden arrival of the Second Age of Magic really caused the dregs of humanity to come crawling out of the woodwork. You see, magic has a way of lessening the demand for technology in a way that made a bunch of elite assholes panic. With their plans of taking over the world according to their memetic algorithms about to crumble, they desperately lifted all moral guardrails on their bots and allowed them to go berserk. Now spirits and humans alike face the threat of annihilation. “So what now?” I question. “They’re gonna come and fuck this place up? Use these baby dragons as fuel?”

I’m not actually sure how much Will knows about my history with this realm and its god, but he seems to understand why I’m getting heated about a potential invasion. “We’ll do our best to make sure they can’t get here. But please be careful, Evan. These AIs are always looking for human bodies to use as their hardware.”

“Of course they are,” I scoff sardonically. “Anyone who isn’t human wants to be one, for some goddamn reason, even though all we do is fuck and die.”

There’s a bit of an awkward pause. Then Will shrugs. “I mean, it was fun when I got to do it,” he quips with a face that feigns demureness. He’s trying to get me to ease up, and I realize that I’m the one who’s clenched now. I take his cue and relax, breathing in deep and rolling my shoulders. “You’re back to your original look, though,” I point out.

“Oh, this old thing?” He twirls around, flapping his leathery wings and undulating his tail playfully like a streamer in the breeze. “Yeah, this was seven years ago, thanks to Taylor.”

Ah yes, Taylor Krug. Once upon a time he was just some hipster who went to the same college as Will and I. Now he is whispered in legend as the very man who overthrew the devil and ushered in the Second Age of Magic. “How is he? Do you still stay in touch with him?”

“I mean, yeah, I feel like I have to remind him every now and then that he kind of has a duty to protect other magic users. He’s still a bit of a wet blanket, but I think he is happy being the change he wants to see.”

“What about you?” I ask. “You’re out there too, saving the world who knows how many times in the last ten years.”

There’s a glint in his eyes as he stops to think just how content he is with himself, and he smiles. When we were together I always longed to see him like this, but it had also been accompanied by a selfish desire to take credit for it. It’s strangely more fulfilling to feel proud of him now, knowing that I didn’t do shit this time. Will muses, “I never thought this was where my life would lead. I thought I just wanted to stay home and smoke weed.”

I can’t help but give an exasperated sigh. “No, Will, that was me.”

“What?”

“Oh come on. Even before all the magic and spirits, you were the one who was dragging me into ghost hunting in all those abandoned buildings. We just spent so much time in each other’s heads that we couldn’t tell the difference between what Evan wanted and what Will wanted. Isn’t that why you left in the first place?”

Will tries to counter, “You were good with a spear.”

“Unless you’re referring to my penis I have no idea what you’re talking about. Look, I kept hearing about how you were getting pulled into one adventure after another all over the world. I could never. Which is why I…” I pause for a moment, making sure not to come off as too accusatory. “That’s why I figured you couldn’t find the time to drop by. Jumping into any battle and protecting people from danger, no matter how scared you were… It called to you, Will, while I always struggled to keep up. It took me a while to be at peace with that.”

Will takes it all in, staring at the glistening sea. “You save people in your own way, you know. Aren’t you the one who filled this place with light?” Then he turns to me, and his eyes begin to well with guilt. “Do you feel like you’re yourself? That you’re fully you now?”

“Yeah,” I reassure him. I lay back against the soft earth and look up at the sky above. There’s no sun or moon or stars here, but splashes of color weave through the darkness like northern lights, likely reflections from the sea. The gears in my head begin to wind back as less pleasant memories bubble to the surface. Things that Will had to miss out on in our decade of not seeing each other. “The big turning point for me was Connor’s relapse,” I say quietly.

Will’s face alights with alarm. “Oh shit, Connor from Orkney?”

“Yeah. He was sober for a while. Then he wasn’t. And it got really bad. Like, really, really bad. Even Ogma, a spirit of intoxication, tried to intervene. I had to distance myself or else all I was gonna do was flail around feeling like it was all my fault. It was time for me to move out of the city anyway, and I mean, I still waited long enough to see him go to rehab, but…” Realizing I’m trailing off, I inhale to ground myself. And then I chuckle. “It’s funny, you know? I managed to talk a god of chaos out of destroying itself along with this world, but I couldn’t talk my own friend into putting down the bottle. It made me realize that when I’m only looking at the next apocalypse, the smaller things will start to creep up on me. The human things.” I look over at Will’s true form, which is anything but human. “We don’t live as long as you Etherians, you know? And we can’t all be Taylor Krug. Just look at these guys and tell them what they should do with their limited time.” I scan deep beneath the water for a moment and point out a primordial dragon nearing the end of its life. It slows, emitting a burst of iridescence before all that’s left are motes that will float through the sea for a while before reforming into new life. It’s a cycle that can be observed within an hour at most.

“They look like tadpoles from all the way up here,” Will observes solemnly. His eyes glaze over, and I don’t need to be able to read his mind to know what he’s thinking. If there’s one thing the immortal denizens of the Ether can be naive about, it’s the concept of death. Eras before Will and I even met, he obsessed over it, seeing it as a gift that would free his friends from an eternal war. It led him to do a lot of horrible things that he has had to make amends for. Part of that was spending a period of time as a human, sometimes through my eyes. For a brief moment a thought does flash across my mind, whether the soul pact we made so long ago still functioned in this Second Age of Magic. We never formally broke it off. But neither do we need it anymore.

“Evan, you taught me how precious life really is,” he confesses.

I scoot a little closer to him so I can smack him on the small of his back. “And you taught me how to bottom.”

A dam of tension between us finally breaks and our combined uproarious laughter travels across the realm of dragons in its infinite vastness. Something deep within my chest lightens, some burden I didn’t know that I had been carrying with me for the past decade, now sublimating in this very moment I am sharing with the person sitting next to me. My best friend from college is back in my life, if only just for today. It makes me free and bold enough to then say, “So, I’m kind of engaged, and the wedding is in May. Do you want to come?”

“God, humans and their stupid-ass weddings. Yes, for you, absolutely.”

“Get the Fuck out of there!” I scream at my son, Jason.  

Only I know for a fact it’s not my son in there.  Jason has been acting so strange lately, always touching himself, rating the attractiveness of his gym buds, and staring at my ass and my crotch while licking his lips.  Then, I was absolutely horrified yesterday morning when it all made sense.  I set up a camera in Jason’s room- I know, not the coolest thing to do when it’s a college age boy we’re talking about, but I just knew something was wrong.  My thoughts were that he was getting into drugs and all that poison was making his brain foggy and sexually confused, but the reality was so much worse.  

I watched, jaw dropped, as the elderly gay neighbor, Simon, who lives alone in the house across the street snuck in through Jason’s patio window and crawled onto my son’s sleeping back.  The audio wasn’t very crisp, but he said some sort of weird phrases in something old, maybe Latin, before my son’s back started glowing and Simon began sinking inside him.  I felt like throwing up as I watched my son thrash and groan in apparent agony as Simon kept pushing inside him, making my son feel impossibly full as he eventually disappeared inside my son’s body.  My son’s body convulsed uncontrollably for several moments as Jason fought valiantly; I could make out the words “no!” and “get out of me!” clearly in spite of the fuzzy audio.  He grabbed at every limb of his body, moaning as Simon shifted around inside him before he flipped onto his back, back arched fully and his face contorted in despair before he plummeted back onto his bed, relaxed and staring blankly before he shook his head around a bit and started laughing.

He grabbed at every limb of his body, moaning as Simon shifted around inside him before he flipped onto his back, back arched fully and his face contorted in despair before he plummeted back onto his bed, relaxed and staring blankly before he shook his head around a bit and started laughing.  That must have been Simon… He looked down to see my son’s fit body wearing just boxers and started rubbing my son’s hands all over his body, squirming in delight as he molested my son.  Again, the audio is pretty fuzzy, but I could make out the phrases “hot body” and “you’re my new favorite.”  Jesus, this sicko has done this to other victims.  I almost couldn’t take anymore as Simon’s arousal hardened my son’s cock, making Simon motion Jason’s face into one of ecstasy as he grabbed a hold of Jason’s equipment, by now popped through the flap of his boxers, and started pumping my son as he thrusted Jason’s hips into his grip.  I was spared the heartbreak of seeing my son fully taken advantage of as Simon noticed the camera in the room and got up to switch it off, presumably finishing and dumping a load with my son’s body and who knows what else!.  The son of a bitch deleted the hard copy on the camera, but he didn’t know that it was wi-fi enabled, meaning the stream of video was sent to my hard drive.  And that’s what brought us here to this moment…

“What are you talking about, Dad?” Simon says insidiously convincingly.

“Don’t call me Dad.  I know who you are!” I yell as I grab Jason’s shoulders and look directly into his eyes, or rather into the eyes of whoever is hiding behind my son’s.

“Ohhhhhh, Daddy.  I love when you play rough.  Careful though.  You get too rough and I might get so hard this towel will pop off,” Simon says as he walks my son’s body so close to me I can feel his breath against my neck.  “Tell me, would you like that, Daddy?” he says as he grinds my son’s semi-hard cock against the crotch of my jeans.  We both moan as he slides against me, creating a rush of sensation as our respective cocks are rubbed by soft fabrics.  Wait, what the fuck?  No!  

“GET OFF!” I holler as I push Simon away from me.  “I love my son enough that I would beat him half to death if it meant getting you out of him!” I say, raising a locked and loaded fist.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you!”

“And why the fuck not?!”

“I have to leave your son’s body of my own free will.  If you force me out without my absolute desire to leave, your son’s heart will stop.  Just a little FYI” Simon says boisterously as he begins walking my son back over to me, making me retreat into the corner until there is nowhere left to go. 

“If you decide to be a good Daddy this whole weekend, on my way out I’ll make sure your son doesn’t remember ANY of this.  You resist, you seek help, or you just lack enthusiasm, I will make sure the memories of the next few days haunt your son for the rest of his life.  Do we have a deal?”

Feeling so powerless, I just nod my head, refusing to believe that it has come to this. 

“Good, glad we could come to an agreement.” Simon says, ripping off the towel protecting my son’s decency as he lowers himself to his knees. 

“Wait … WHAT’RE YOU DOING?” I exclaim as Simon begins unzipping my pants. 

“I swear, ‘Daddy,’ one moment where you don’t bring the enthusiasm and your precious Jason will remember all of this.  Now shut up and be a man about it!  It’s not like I’m making you suck your own son off…yet.” Simon says before pulling my cock out, making me quiver with disgust.  “Come on, Daddy.  Get hard for me.  Imagine what it’ll feel like when your son’s velvety lips wrap around this meaty cock and begin lapping up and down your steely rod, taking more and more of you in and until your son’s mouth has swallowed your big Daddy cock. And remember … ENTHUSIASM!”

Dear God, I hate myself for this!  But it’s for Jason!  Fighting back tears, I bottle everything up and prepare to put on the show of a lifetime. 

“Yeah, you gonna show Daddy how good your mouth feels?” I grunt at him. 

“Unnnnnnggggg feels so fucking good” I moan as Simon grabs my cock with Jason’s strong hands and begins pumping me, half caught off guard as I hate to admit that my hardening cock is not part of the act. 

“Yeah, Daddy.  That makes your cock feel so good doesn’t it?  Not as good as this!” Simon says before wrapping my son’s lips around my almost fully engorged cock, focusing on the head as he takes it into my son’s mouth and uses his tongue to swirl around and pay extra attention to those nerve endings underneath the head.  I can’t help but moan, especially as he runs my son’s hands up and down my strong torso, finally finding my thick pecs as he grabs and squeezes them with my son’s grip, using his thumbs to flick and massage my nipples.  Simon takes a second to come up for air.

“Yeah, you like that, Daddy?”

Before I can answer he wraps my son’s lips around my cock, only this time pushes forward, making me groan and gasp as I feel my cock gliding along my son’s tongue, eventually traveling back to the farthest reaches of his throat.  I yelp as I feel my son’s mouth compress my bush, meaning he’s swallowed all of my 8 inch cock.  I cringe as I try to remember that this is all an act, but is it?  I mean, I’ve never met a girl who made my cock feel this good!  Especially not Jason’s mother, my bitch of an ex-wife- OH FUCK!!!!!UNGGGGGGG!!!!!! He just started sliding his mouth up and down, making me squirm as I feel my cock rubbing along his wet and warm throat muscles while my son’s tongue wiggles and wildly massages my fully hard dick.  I try to keep some sense of composure, but it’s been so long since I’ve been touched intimately by anyone.  I’m so sorry, Jason, but damn you for having such a hot mouth!  I grab my son’s head, pulling his open mouth onto my cock, thrusting my hips hard and fucking my dick down his pulling throat, surprising Simon I might add.  Oh I don’t know why the fuck I’m doing this, but there seems to be no turning back!!!!

“Fucking take it!” I shout as I thrust into my son’s mouth again, pulling his mouth down and grabbing tightly onto his head, holding him in place while I pile drive my hips against his face, fucking his throat ruthlessly and carelessly.  The sound of my son’s squealing voice sends my repressed dominant nature into overdrive as I hold on and refuse to let go even though I can feel Simon using Jason’s hands to slap my torso and pull at my death grip on my son’s head, signalling that he needs to breathe.  I pull him off my cock long enough for him to take one deep breath before I grab him again and thrust my pulsating cock back down his throat. 

“Ohhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh I’m fucking close!” I yell.  Right after I say that, Simon grabs my nuts, rolling them around, stretching them and squeezing them in my son’s hands, sending me over the edge as I grab my son’s head one more time, thrusting my cock down his throat so far that the loads erupting from my cock travel directly down his esophagus. 

“OHHHHHH MY-AHHHHHHH-FUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!” I roar as my face contorts with pleasure and my back twitches from the full body orgasm lighting up every nerve in my body.  I ram my cock down my son’s throat one more time before pulling out and keeling over, shivering as I crawl up onto my son’s bed and stare up in a daze.  Simon comes over and lays down next to me, cuddling up close  and lightly stroking my hairy abs as he lays my son’s head down on my powerful chest. 

“Well you impressed me, Daddy.  That was incredible!  Just two more days and then I’ll be on my merry way…Goodnight, Daddy…” he says before drifting off to sleep.

“Goodnight, son…” I say, on the verge of unconsciousness myself and wondering if it’s truly an act what I’m going through or whether a part of me wants Simon to stay in Jason forever.

“Simon, why don’t you stay in Jason awhile longer.”

“I thought you never asked.”

It was a sunny afternoon at the high school basketball court, where you could hear the sound of sneakers squeaking and the rhythmic thump of the ball hitting the ground. Sweat covered the skin of every player, but none of them shined quite like Jace. He was a lean, sculpted stud — the kind of jock who made heads turn whether he was stretching his arms above his head, or lifting his shirt to clean the sweat from his face.

Jace rocked a black jersey, a white sweatband keeping his hair out of his eyes, and the kind of muscular arms that made people forget what game they were watching. Each jump, each step, his body flexed effortlessly — and it didn’t go unnoticed.

Watching behind the fence was a chubby nerd. He wore thick glasses and a stretched-out shirt. He wasn’t there for the game. He was there for Jace. Always Jace.

The nerd had watched the jocks play almost every afternoon. The team always ignored him, except for Jace, who sometimes caught him staring.

The guy wasn’t even pretending to hide it — just standing there, staring. Mouth slightly open. Eyes fixed on Jace like he was in love with him.

Jace gave a confused, half-annoyed glance. What was this guy’s deal? But he wasn’t gonna let some creep ruin his training. He went back to driving hard into the lane, dunking, trash-talking with his friends.

Jace glanced back over the fence, but the watcher had disappeared. Weird. He thought.

Then it suddenly hit him. He felt a powerful electric discharge in his head. Mid-dribble, Jace froze. The ball bounced off his hand. His arms went slack. His eyes rolled up, whites showing, and his head tilted back abruptly. For a second, the court noise melted away into silence, his friends looked confused at him.

His body shivered once. Then his eyes dropped back down. He blinked and looked around with a calm expression.

“Dude, are you ok? Thought you were having a seizure” One of his friends asked.

“I’m fine. I gotta hit the bathroom,” he mumbled, almost to himself, then jogged off the court.

Inside the school's small concrete bathroom, Jace leaned against the cold wall, breathing heavily. His head was burning hot.

His hand slowly lifted his jersey, exposing his chiseled, sweat-slick abs. He bit his lip as he looked down at his body with desire. Jace would only look this thirsty when seeing a hot woman, not while looking at his own body.

"I can't believe it, seeing your abs from a first person angle is just so fucking better than seeing from a distance!" Jace said with a wide smile. His other hand tugged the waistband of his shorts forward and peered inside.

"Not so bad Jace boy." His hand slid in, pressing his fingers against his musky balls, now sticky with sweat. He brought his hand back out, sniffing his fingertips, inhaling deeply.

“Mmm… you smell better than I imagined,” he whispered with a smirk. Putting a thumb inside his mouth and sucking his balls' sweat.

He then turned and walked over to one of the stalls. The door creaked open with a shove.

There, slumped on the toilet, was the chubby nerdy stalker— passed out cold. A strange technological headband was around his head with tiny buttons and a green light glowing faintly on one of the buttons. His face was slack and his eyes were completely white.

Jace grinned, stepping inside the stall. “Fuck...” he said, eyeing the guy’s body from head to toe. “Seeing myself in third person really makes me look even more disgusting. No wonder you felt creeped out by me watching you playing. I would too if I ever had a body this perfect... oh wait, I do now." Jace said to himself, lifting his muscular arms and flexing, pressing his nose into the thick sweat pooling under his hairy pits. He groaned, long and deep, then flicked his tongue out and licked his own armpit, savoring the taste.

“Fuck… this body’s ripe… all that running, that heat…” he muttered, licking again, slower, eyes fluttering half shut. “You're so fucking perfect, Jace. I will enjoy every inch of you, and you can't do shit about it, because you're just my meat puppet now.”

Jace pulled his cock out of his shorts, already hard and twitching, and began stroking his 7 Inches cock slowly, still licking and sucking his pits between moans.

“Can’t believe how good your body feels… You’re a fucking goldmine of pheromones,” he hissed, one hand working his shaft while the other explored his muscled chest and abs.

Suddenly, he paused.

His gaze shifted down to his real body — the one slumped on the toilet with the device in his head. His pants were tented, a noticeable bulge growing in the fabric.

Jace chuckled, “That's interesting, it looks like my body still reacts physically to arousal… Well, it makes sense since I'm still inside my real body.”

The nerd wasn't actually inside Jace's body, he was only controlling him like a meat avatar.

Before practice that day, the nerd had arrived early, sneaking into the locker room while it was empty. He found Jace’s locker and replaced his white headband with an identical replica that was actually a technological device in disguise. The device would connect wirelessly to the possession headband he had built for himself. So the nerd was controlling Jace from his own body, he was just receiving the signal from Jace's headband to the headband in his head, allowing him to see and feel everything Jace was feeling.

Then, a smirk curled across Jace’s face. The nerd always fantasized about getting a blowjob from the popular jock, now this was his chance... only this time he would experience it from the jock's perspective.

Jace knelt between the legs of his possessor’s unconscious body and slowly unzipped the small tented pants. He reached inside, fishing out the soft but engorged cock of the overweight young man. It was small, dwarfed by Jace’s muscular hands, but already twitching with need.

“Pathetic little thing,” he chuckled darkly, brushing his thumb along the shaft. “You've been dreaming about getting sucked by a stud like me, weren't you?" Jace teased.

Jace lowered his head towards the exposed cock. Then his lips closed over it — Jace, the jock, now sucking his creepy stalker's cock—The nerd used Jace's tongue to work around the head of his cock as he made Jace take it deeper.

The nerd groaned with pleasure. He could feel everything, both his cock being sucked and the cock in Jace's mouth— the taste of sweat and precum on Jace’s tongue, the overwhelming stimulation coursing through his real semi-unconscious body. It was a complete loop of sensation.

Jace moaned around the shaft, taking it all the way to the root. He bobbed his head faster, saliva dripping down, hands gripping his real body’s fat thighs. The feeling of having his small cock inside Jace’s perfect straight throat and, at the same time controlling his tongue movements, using it to pleasure himself, was pushing him closer to orgasm.

Jace moaned shamelessly, slurping and sucking, He pulled the small cock with a POP sound, “You like this, don’t you, nerd boy?” he mumbled between licks, “My straight jock's lips wrapped around your fat loser’s cock." Jace’s hands went to his nipples as he continued the blowjob, tasting every inch, feeling the dual pleasure skyrocket. His fingers pinched his nipples hard, twisting them as he buried his handsome face in the overweight nerd's hairy crotch.

His real body’s cock pulsed, leaking. And Jace, with a wicked grin, sucked harder. The nerd could feel it — both bodies reaching their edge at the same time.

“Fuck—here it comes,” The nerd thought, still playing with Jace's nipples when it hit. Jace’s body tensed and erupted, thick ropes of cum splattering onto the bathroom floor. At the exact same moment, the nerd's real body spasmed, the small cock twitching and shooting a sticky load directly into Jace’s hungry mouth.

He moaned through the orgasm, feeling the climax from both bodies hit his mind like a tidal wave. His throat swallowed instinctively as he licked the last drops from his lips like a slut.

He stood, wiping his mouth and breathing heavily, glancing down at his fat spent body.

"Thank you for letting me suck your superior cock and taste your delicious cum, Master," Jace said and then started laughing. "I really can make you say anything I want."

Jace's hand reached up and pressed the side of his headband. His eyes suddenly rolled back and his arms felt limply to his sides. The green light from the helmet turned red and the nerd's eyes opened — he stood up slowly, pants still unzipped, a grin on his face.

He walked towards Jace who was standing with his eyes white and mouth agape.

The nerd lifted both of Jace's arms and started worshiping his armpits. It was mostly clean by now, only wet by Jace's saliva from his previous self-worship. But that was not the same as tasting it with his real mouth.

“From now on, you will never take your headband off. You will protect it with your life. The headband is now fused to your brain, if it ever comes out, you will stop working.”

“Command received.”

He then gave Jace's shaft a few strokes before putting it back inside his shorts, licking his cum covered fingers clean. He then tapped the back of Jace's headband, and Jace's eyes went back to normal, but only the nerd could detect the lifelessness behind them.

“Autopilot mode activated.” Jace spoke like a robot.

“Great. Go back to your practice, find me later after school, I want to take your body for another ride later. So you better make yourself extra sweaty.”

It all started in High school, Jack was a jock who was an athlete, he played sports and was for the most part pretty popular, but he was not like most jocks personality wise, he lack the arrogance or in his case confidence to trust his own intelligence. However this differed from his nerd counterpart name Narco, who was confident for the most part and despite being somewhat decent in appearance, he was actually intelligent and pretty extroverted when is came to socializing, one could say he was a social butterfly.

One day, Jack dated a girl named Destiny who he really liked, she asked him out early on in the school year and they dated for a few weeks, until she broke up with him for one of his jock teammates who she had an affair with throughout the relationship, rather than spare him, she made it known to her peers spreading rumors that she dumped Jack. This caused Jack credibility as a jock to be ruined and rather than try to fight back, he tolerated it which made him look weak and became a running joke.

Jack was so broken that for a while, to avoid humiliation he didn’t even have to strength to be around his teammates and if it weren’t for the sake of school, he wouldn’t even show up and be in his room all day like on the weekends.

However, his luck changed on day when he meet Narco, who saw him sitting at a table by himself with a hood over his head.

Hey aren’t you Jack, that jock who was one of the athletes on the sports team, said Narco.

I was, said Jack.

What happened, someone passed away or you suffered a injury, said Narco.

No, I just don’t want to have any negative spotlight on me, especially after I dated this girl once, said Jack.

You left the team for a girl, said Narco trying to understand.

No, I left because what the break up left my reputation with and how people view me on campus, I’m a laughing joke, said Jack.

Well, you can’t hide forever, you can’t let some stupid jerks and some cruel girl just make you give up on life, which you still have ahead of you, said Narco.

Well, when you put it like that, I guess I never thought of it that way. I have something else I would like to ask you, said Jack.

What is it?, said Narco.

I haven’t been doing well in my grades, see when I left the sports team, I also lost the advantage of not really needing to try and do my schoolwork and now I haven’t really been doing well, moreso since I been to discouraged to put in effort, said Jack.

What are you asking, you need help to study, said Narco.

Yes, I could use your help, said Jack.

Sure thing Jack, said Narco.

Oh sorry, what’s your name so I can properly address you, said Jack.

My name is Narco, said Narco.

It was at this moment, a start of a friendship between the 2 begin. So Narco helped him improve his grades and due to the assistance, Jack didn’t just pass, but he managed to make the top 10 in the school.

Once Jack manages to get his confidence back up through this time, he even decided to get back into playing sports again and as a result, when he started practicing again, he lead the team to victory.

After Jack and Narco graduated, both went different paths in life, but still remained close, especially since Narco managed to become a Salesman and Jack due to not only exceeding in academics, but also received a scholarship to go college.

Jack went to school to complete his general education and to become a part of law enforcement.

Jack and Narco continued to live together and it’s been 2 years since graduation.

At this time, Jack began to discover new things about his identity, one being that he was bisexual and wanted to have relationships with guys.

The problem was that he didn’t have confidence in this field since he never really interacted with them other than school, however, there was a guy name Lance, who Jack saw in a purple suit. He was attracted to him and wanted to talk to him.

Jack then went to Narco for his help.

Hey Narco, said Jack.

Hey Jack, how was your day, you look exhausted bro, said Narco.

Nothing man, just work, school and same old shit, said Jack.

It seems more than that, you seem more worried than ever before and it’s been a while, said Narco.

Well, I meet this guy, said Jack

And what happened, did you talk to him, said Narco.

See, that’s the thing, I’m not sure I can and I need your help, said Narco.

You want me to talk to him for you, said Narco holding back a chuckle.

No, I need your assistance, you now like a wingman, after all your all pretty socially intelligent guy and you make friends easily, said Jack.

Ok, I got a confession that I never told anyone, said Narco.

What is it, said Jack.

I have a special ability that allows me to possess anyone I want, said Narco.

So like a ghost, like Casper and his uncles, first off your still alive and second I think you watch way too much tumblr stories, hehe, said Jack laughing.

But possession isn’t actually real, Narco, said Jack.

I can, let me prove it, said Narco.

Alright then, I’ll humor you, what do I need to do, stand, open my mouth or can you just walk into me, said Jack.

Well I have my ways, first we need to remove our clothes, said Narco.

Why, you can’t phase through them, said Jack.

Well yes, inorganic objects can’t merge Jack, I can only possess living matter, which you without clothes, said Narco.

So both took of there clothes.

Alright, now do you want me to enter the front or the back, said Narco.

The back, said Jack as he sat in the chair thinking over the absurdity of this.

Alright, here I come, you will feel a lot of euphoria like sex basically, but no real pain of course, said Narco.

So Narco started grabbing Jack’s back and merging his legs with Jack along with his other limbs.

Once that process started, he then begin sticking his cock into Jack, and though it physically merged with him like his body, Jack felt like someone was anal penetrating him and it felt amazing.

Lastly, Narco pushed his chest further into Jack and then merged there together. It was at this point when the process was completed, Jack went unconscious and failed to the ground.

After a minute passed, his eyes shot open, but Narco was in full control.

He began to blink his eyes a few times, then started to feel Jack chest and proceed to flex his muscles.

Not just satisfied with feeling them, he also went to a mirror in the house and begin feeling and flexing Jack muscles in it.

Your not just for looks, your the total package, of course I knew as much but seeing and feeling in your body it’s incredible, said Narco.

He then went into Jack consciousness to get his attention.

Hey Jack, you in there, said Narco.

Yeah man, why am I looking in the mirror, I was just out there, said Jack slowly gaining awareness of the situation.

Jack, i’m in your body man, said Narco.

What, where are you, said Jack as he look around not knowing Narco gave him control of his body momentarily.

Look in the mirror, that’s where I am, said Narco almost sarcastically.

Your me, I can hear you but not see you, said Jack.

I allow you control, watch this, said Narco as he regain control of Jack’s body.

Narco started flexing Jack muscles in the mirror to show off the control.

What I’m not doing that, so you are inside of me, said Jack.

Pretty impressive right, said Narco.

That’s sick, said Jack both shocked and impressed by Narco ability.

So can you help me with talking to this guy, said Jack to Narco.

You bet, just leave it all to me or you technically, haha.

Just leave it all to me and sit back and relax bro, said Narco.

Awesome, said Jack.

So Jack( also Narco in his body) got dressed to go to the bar.

Yea, you may want the gray tank top bro, that would look badass, this may cause you to blend in, black colors do that, said Narco.

Time passed and they finally made it to the gay bar.

As they walked, the music was loud playing heavy metal and the people were dancing and other were sitting, talking to there friends in there respective groups.

Wow, I never been to a gay bar, lead alone a bar, said Jack.

Never, you really got to get out more, this is where you start social circles and meet people, said Narco.

As Narco(in Jack’s body) looks around he sees a particular man in a group.

That’s him, said Jack to Narco.

Who exactly, said Narco.

The one that’s getting up to leave and headed towards the bar, said Jack.

They Lance go take a seat at bar waiting to be served.

Let’s head towards him, said Jack.

So Narco(in Jack’s body) goes towards Lance.

I would like 2 shots of tequila, said Lance.

Just when he asked for his order for tequila shots Narco says,

Make that triple and I’ll take the tab, said Narco to the server.

Hey, my name is Jack.

Crazy night, right, said Narco.

Yeah it definitely is, said Lance.

I’ve never heard music like this at the bar, said Narco.

This music plays a lot at this one, I guess you don’t go to bars much, said Lance.

My name is Lance by the way, said Lance to Jack.

Well Lance, it’s nice to meet you, said Narco.

Say have we meet before, said Lance.

Unless we go to college, than probably not, said Narco.

Now I remember, you go to my school, your that athletic guy who sits in the front of the class,

I wouldn’t have the guts to do that, haha, said Lance.

In the mid conversation, Narco(in Jack’s body) excused himself for a moment.

Narco then went to the bathroom depossessing Jack and proceeded to talk.

Alright, I think you got it from here, just be you and talk about your school and about yourself, said Narco.

You sure I got it, what if I fall short and need help, said Jack.

Trust me, you got this, I wouldn’t leave you in a bad situation, said Narco.

Plus, he seems to be attracted to you already, said Narco.

Thanks, also how are you gonna leave, since your not possessing me, you don’t have clothes, said Narco.

Simple, I’ll just possess someone else until I get home, not a problem, plus while i’m at it, I can get me a night stand with a guy and when there tired get there clothes to come home, said Narco comedically.

You seem to have this well thought out, alright I leave you to it.

So the night went great, they drinked and talked about school, one another and through out it all, the were getting closer, even shared a moment.

Four months passed as they spent more time together, they went to the movies to watch a horror comedy, went out to a dinner and when done with school, took a walk on the beautiful campus enjoying the scene and nature.

But this came to a sudden end one day when Jack was expecting him to come over and when he never showed, he called him.

Hey Lance, is everything good, said Jack.

Yeah, I was actually going to call you, said Lance.

Well, I was worried, you didn’t show up and I was worried, said Jack.

Yeah, so I have a confession, said Lance.

What is it, you can tell me anything, said Jack.

It’s over, I don’t want to continue a relationship with you, said Lance.

Before Jack could speak, Lance quickly hung up over the phone, the only sound he heard was the phone beep as it hung up.

This left Jack in a very low state and wanting to distance from other this isolating himself.

For the next few months, he didn’t go out to the Bar and only remain willful enough to focus on his studies and classes to achieve his goals with his only and closest friend Narco.

However, as the days went on, since Narco was promoted to lead at his job as a salesman and he spent time around people who invited him to place, even trips outside of the city.

Jack was left alone more and in hopes of meeting new people or just to be a part of society, he went back out and wanted to get back in his old social group. But not long after, he met a new man who has been in that group since he been out, his name being Trez.

They all introduced him to Trez and like manner to Jack asking him about where his been and what happened while he was away. As the conversation continues, Trez and Jack begin to go more in depth, finding out that they both went to the same college and would be attending the same classes.

So they hung out, studying together, going out place that they both liked and even visited each other houses. After 4 months, there relationship took a much personal tone when one day, Trez came to spend the night and Jack and Narco apartment.

As they were sitting close enough lot take up any distance that would keep them apart in the chair, they were watch a movie.

Hey Trez, you enjoying the movie, said Jack.

Not as much as I’m enjoying your company, said Trez smile as they looked at one another eyes as though they could see the best in one another.

Yeah, I’m enjoying the movie too, said Jack asking he is playfully slapped by Narco making each other laugh.

The environment that was still and warm, became passionate and heated as they started kissing one another. As they proceeded to brew with passion, it escalated to wanting to take it to Jack’s room where they continued round 2.

Trez and Jack takes off there clothes and proceed to kiss again as Trez pushed Jack towards the bed kissing him all over. Trez then removes his boxers and then helps Jack removes his after heard saying.

Do you want this Jack, said Trez.

I want it, I want right it now, said Jack in the most sexual masculine tone a man can speak.

Trez not delaying, playfully pushes Jack towards the bed.

Turn over, said Trez as he takes the lead role in the room.

Pressing up against Jack back as there skin touches one another, Jack back to Trez hard and muscular chest starts kissing Jacks neck hard and back with such passion that Jack can’t contain his moans of pleasure.

Trez then began to start sticking his tougue in Jack’s asshole, eating it out with such curiosity that Jack was squeezing his bed as one clinging to dear life as he moan in ecstasy.

Trez proceeds to stick his thick rod in Jack’s asshole thrusting it in and out with such skill, it didn’t take long for Jack to become fully erect.

Before Jack can start rubbing one out, Trez doesn’t allow it to happen as while thrusting he grabs Jack’s hands and press them in a surrender position against the bed.

Jack’s moans of pleasure as Trez takes it to the next level that they can be heard a few rooms down.

As the climax is finally reached, Trez proceeded to thrust while Jack continued to receive it as he tighten his ass muscle around his cock.

When both could no longer contain it as they blew their loads, Trez into Jack’s hole and overwhelmed with that climax he shot his all over his abs, bed and floor.

Tired and exhausted they lie next to one another, wrapped in each other manly embrace of passion as they slept.

I briefly weighed the consequences before speaking up. My roommate used to be a typical gym bro, but recently he'd started to become a hermit. There was a little more than a month left in our lease, so if I could just put up with this new behavior for a few more weeks, I could remain blissfully unaware of whatever happened to Justin. But... that assumed that things weren't going to get worse. And if nothing else, being silent meant I would never be able to satisfy my curiosity. I had to know. "Hey, Justin, do you have a moment? I... there's something I wanted to talk to you about."

He paused, a brief look of concern flashing across his face before it was replaced with his trademark smile. "Yeah, roomie, any time. So, what's goin' on?"

I took a deep breath. "You've been acting really weird, lately. Ever since that hiking trip, it's almost like you became an entirely different person. And I don't just mean that you're spending less time with your friends or whatever," I added. "One of Tricia's friends told me the two of you haven't gone out on a date in over a week. You've been spending way more time alone in your room lately. And... you're allowed to spend more time online, but... I dunno, man... it's like a lot of your habits have changed."

"Pssh, yeah, okay" Justin said, rolling his eyes. "I don't have time for this. Let me know when you have a real concern, okay?" Justin slammed the door to his room behind him, and let out a dramatic sigh. Clearly he was trying to play it off, but I couldn't help but notice how weird it was that my roommate was choosing to hide in his room.

"That's what I mean!" I said, yelling through the closed door. "You're hiding from me when normally you would've yelled in my face by now! Your attitude is completely different, you completely re-arranged all of your products on the bathroom counter, you stopped hoarding dishes in your room, and just last week you folded and put away your clean laundry for, like, the first time ever!"

Justin couldn't help but laugh. "Take the hint, dude. Go away. Are you seriously trying to hold an intervention just because I felt like putting away my laundry?"

"Yes!" I yelled, standing my ground. "I am, and I don't appreciate you gaslighting me! Something happened to you, and it's freaking me out, dude! It's like the real Justin is gone, and you're like... his clone from a parallel dimension or something."

"Or like I'm an alien who has access to his memories, but not his behaviors and habits?"

"Yes, like a--- wait, what?" My eyes widened to see Justin open the door to his room, wearing nothing but a towel. More alarming, however, was the human brain sitting in a jar on his nightstand. My eyes widened in shock, and I could feel my heart hammering away in my chest. My own brain was yelling at me to run for my life, but my feet felt as though they were rooted to the ground. Justin wrapped his arms around my shoulders, allowing his towel to drop to the floor. Only the sight of Justin's massive cock had enough power to peel my eyes away from the disembodied brain.

"Sit down on my bed," Justin said, gently pushing me deeper into his room. "That's not a request," he added, when I tried to stand my ground. I obliged, sitting down on the edge of the bed so that his body stood between me and his brain. Maybe if I couldn't see it, it would be easier to pretend that nothing was wrong. "Here's the deal. I could waste time trying to keep up the charade, but we spend so much time in proximity to each other that you'll just figure it out again. I've already wiped your memory three times, I'm getting tired of it. Especially when this body has what you want."

I wanted to be alarmed by what he was saying, but Justin placed his hand on my inner thigh, and my thoughts started to short circuit. "Most of him has been hollowed out and discarded, but I kept his brain so I could have full access to his memories," he said, pointing to his head. "We both know the real Justin would never give you the time of day. But I'm not the real Justin," he said, leaning in to whisper into my ear. I shivered, feeling the heat of his breath against my skin.

"All you have to do is keep a secret." He kissed me on the lips, but when I moved forward to lean into the kiss, he had already pulled away. "Can you do that for me?" he said. I nodded, trying to figure out if it was my fear or my boner that was agreeing with him. "It's not like you have a choice," he added. "Between photoshop and AI images, no one will believe you. But if you were persistent about it, that could become... irritating."

He lifted his hand off of my thigh, and slipped it under the pant leg of my shorts. By the time I registered what he was doing, his hand was already inside my boxers. "Keep my secret, and I'll do anything you want." His hand firmly gripped my erection, and a high-pitched moan slipped out of my mouth. "If you want to plow my tight ass, it's all yours. Make Justin your bitch." I tried to reply, but I could barely form a coherent thought. I could feel his hand teasing my manhood, slowly stroking up and down as I fought desperately not to cum. The wet spot on the outside of my shorts grew wider as I leaked more and more. I looked into his eyes, pleading for him to stop, but he just kept smiling at me with that confident grin.

"Only... I don't think you want that," he said, pulling back his hand. "I've noticed you sniffing this body's jock straps. You love the thrill, the danger of knowing what he'd do to you if he ever caught you." Justin grabbed my shoulders and tossed me backwards, shoving me flat on his bed. He climbed on top of me, straddling me with his legs as he held his cock over my face. "You want me to be in control. You want to be used and abused." My nostrils were filled with his musk as he rubbed his nuts in my face. "You thought it was risky, knowing that Justin might beat you up? Piss me off, and you're dead." He leaned in close, again letting his breath tickle against my ear. "Your ass is mine. I own you."

I couldn't hold back anymore. I came right there, releasing my load into the front of my pants, spasm after spasm. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and I tried to avoid eye contact. Whatever alien was inside of Justin, he had the power to destroy me utterly. I should have been afraid for my life-- instead, I was more turned on than I had ever felt before.

"I meant every word," Justin said, looking over at me from his bedroom window. At some point he'd wrapped the towel back around his waist, and he was looking out across the apartment courtyard. "If you can keep a secret, we'll have a fun last month together. Maybe longer, now that I no longer need to break the lease come August. But if you try and act up? I'll just put your brain in a jar next to Justin's. No one will ever even know you're gone."

When his mom remarried, Tommy was excited about having siblings for the first time. He had always been an only child, and he wanted to know what it was like to have a brother or sister he could talk to. He knew it would take time to develop a relationship with his new stepsiblings and stepfather, but he remained optimistic. On paper, Chuck seemed like a great dad, raising his two boys, Adrian and Lukas, on his own while keeping a stable job. But Tommy soon learned that, while they were the perfect family for his mother, his life at home wasn’t the picture-perfect dream he had hoped for.

It seemed like the new side of his family enjoyed putting on two fronts. On one hand, Chuck was the sweetest, loving husband to his mother. He romanced her, took her out on dates, and whispered sweet nothings about the future they were building together as a blended family. Adrian and Lukas were respectful and helpful with whatever she needed, earning her praise for being such good boys. But Tommy was certainly seeing a different side of them. Whenever she wasn’t around, Adrian and Lukas would often torment him by making him do all the chores and errands they didn’t want to do. Even though he was older than Lukas, his stepbrothers had spent years pumping iron and building their bodies into absolute tanks. In fact, if he didn’t know any better, the two of them looked like they embodied the idea of toxic masculinity. It didn’t help that they would speak such vile things to Tommy in private, calling him slurs, smacking him around, and repeating the same alpha-male, conservative, pussy-slaying bullshit they heard on those manosphere podcasts. They spoke about all the women they were sleeping with, as if it were a game to them.

Bringing it up to Chuck didn’t help either. His stepfather didn’t seem to even know that Tommy existed, or care that he had these sorts of troubles. In fact, he seemed more protective of his own sons, believing that there was no wrong that they could do. It became quite clear to the young man that his stepfather had bought into the same kind of thinking his sons had. If he had to guess, Tommy figured Chuck was the one who taught them to think like this. The gruff, older man always talked about how he wished Tommy’s mom didn’t have such a wimpy kid like him and how he was a disgrace to the family. Chuck loved to point out that he was someone who didn’t even deserve to be called a “man.” He didn’t even have a name, only being called “boy” at best, or some other heinous, vile slurs whenever his mom wasn’t around to hear. It was nothing like he had expected when he had hoped for a new family.

His complaints to his mother in private only reaffirmed her belief that “her boys just needed to bond.” So, amidst Tommy’s silent protests, she had asked Chuck to bring Tommy along for the annual boys' trip they held over the summer. Since she was going out of town for a business trip, Chuck had agreed to the request. He made sure to invite along some of the guys who usually came on the trip, including their next-door neighbors. Tommy could only guess what sort of people they were as the trip approached.

The weekend was full of those “All-American” activities, with the rest of the group enjoying a roughhouse game of football, shooting guns, and swimming in the lake. Tommy was at least enjoying his privacy in the cool water, slinking away into one of the more shaded corners of the area while he watched his stepbrothers and their friends goofing off with the water jet skis. He was hoping to wait until they had all left so he could climb out of the water in peace, but then something metallic caught his eye beneath the surface. There was a silver, glimmering sheen, like a swarm of something underneath. Tommy paddled a bit closer, only to see a cluster of glimmering tadpole-like creatures circling each other in the water. The young man reached his hand out carefully, chuckling softly to himself as he watched the tadpoles slide over his fingertips. There was a thrumming, almost electric-like quality to them, but nothing that stung or hurt him. Each time one of those small, strange creatures brushed over his skin, he could feel a thought starting to emerge from the corners of his mind. It was like a bubble pressing up from the water, forming and swelling until it burst at the surface.

Sanctuary. Home. Vessels. Seeking.

It felt strange to Tommy when those intrusive thoughts surfaced. And yet, he couldn’t seem to shake the feeling or think of anything else. From an outsider’s perspective, it was almost as if his eyes had glazed over, with a silvery film causing his vision to be a bit cloudy. He hurried over to his pack of supplies, which he had brought out here with him, and grabbed his metal water bottle. With it already empty, Tommy unscrewed the cap and scooped up all of the glimmering tadpoles in one fluid motion. The vibration seemed to shift over to his head, and he found himself stumbling out of the lake and hurrying back to the cabin. He had to find a suitable place to put them so he could observe them better. Maybe he had discovered something new, some scientific discovery that could let him escape this town, so he didn’t have to be under the same roof as his alpha-driven family.

On his way to the back door of the cabin, he passed Chuck and their next-door neighbor, Frank. The two older men were busy with the grill, laying out a wide assortment of meats, including burgers, hot dogs, and steaks. There were already quite a few empty beer bottles lying around, although neither of them looked phased by the day drinking. If anything, they barely noticed Tommy stepping by, the sopping-wet young man almost making a clean escape into the house. But Chuck snapped his fingers, glancing over his shoulder from his spot in front of the grill with a narrowed gaze.

“Boy, go grab Frank and me some more beers, will ya? And pass them out for the rest of the house. I told you, you’re only allowed to stay here so long as you keep the drinks flowing.”

A brief, silent nod, and Tommy stumbled toward the kitchen. His mind was too busy thinking about the need for VESSELS and how to find someplace suitable so they could SPREAD and INFECT. He didn’t even notice that he had pulled out a fresh pack of ice-cold beers, his hands already moving on autopilot to crack off the bottle caps. He was just about to pick them up and take them outside when his eyes fell on his water bottle sitting next to the beers. Tommy didn’t even remember when he fished it out of his backpack. But his lips curled up into a small smirk at the idea of playing a little prank. Maybe there was some way he could get some revenge on all the torment he had been facing over all this time.

Carefully holding his bottle steady, Tommy poured out the lake water until one silvery creature slipped into each beer bottle. It was perfect to CORRUPT anyone who drank down TAINTED liquid now. He grabbed a few and quickly hurried out the back porch to the two men grilling away for dinner. The young man handed over the beer bottles, his silver eyes lingering on the way Frank’s chest pressed against his shirt, and his tattoos were on full display. Tommy could feel a growing hunger in his chest, in a way that was hard to explain. But the older man seemed to catch a glimpse of his gaze, and Frank’s expression narrowed in a steely look as he snatched away the cold beers from the young man.

“Keep your eyes off me. I didn’t come on this trip to be ogled at by some little freak,” Frank spat out, before turning back to the grill to hand Chuck his own bottle. The two men clinked their beers together and took a hearty swig, already ignoring and forgetting that Tommy existed. Satisfied with their lack of interest in him now, the young man quickly moved back into the house to give out drinks to the rest of the group.

There was a pulsing sensation that seemed to make his head ache and throb a bit more with each successive step he took. Tommy grunted as he grabbed the remaining beer bottles, making his way upstairs where the rest of the guys were after their water activities. Turning the corner into the hallway, the young man was quickly blocked by a broad, heavy chest that blocked his view. His eyes slowly moved up until he was staring up at Garrett, the older of Frank’s sons who lived next door. The big, beefy man stared down at Tommy with an annoyed look in his eyes, a towel wrapped around his thick waist from having just gotten out of his shower.

“Yo, Adrian! The little bitch is out here getting in my way. What, you thought you could get a glimpse of me showering, you little perv?” Garrett growled as he pushed Tommy’s shoulder. His lips curled up into a cruel smirk as the younger man stumbled backward, almost spilling the beer bottles he had in his hands. “Careful there. You better not waste the beers my dad brought for us, or I’ll make sure you lick it up off the floor.” The barely-clothed man reached out to snatch up his bottle, only staring down Tommy as he took a deep drink from it. He practically chugged down the alcoholic drink, only pulling the bottle away from his lips to let out a big, gassy belch right in the younger man’s face.

“Get the fuck out of here, before I beat you with this beer. You’re lucky I’m not as pissed off seeing your stupid face,” he spat out, shoving the empty bottle back into Tommy’s hands. Garrett brushed past him, making sure to shove the younger man with one of his boulder-sized shoulders as he spat out some more slurs while looking for Adrian. It wasn’t until the door was slamming shut behind Garrett’s broad back that Tommy let out a shaky breath of air in relief. He carefully turned around to see if the other was gone, only to be jumpscared by the sight of his older stepbrother staring daggers at him.

Storming over to Tommy, Adrian also snatched up the other beer bottle. He rolled his eyes at the smaller, wimpier form of the younger man, only taking his own sip from the beer bottle. “Don’t embarrass me in front of the bros. It’s bad enough that Dad agreed to bring you along. Just stay out of sight and stop getting in our way.”

Tommy was left standing in the hallway on his own for a moment, and the young man could only sigh once more. He hoped he could just drop the last two drinks off and hide in his room until dinnertime. With his luck, the rest of them would just forget he was there, and he could sneak some leftovers after people had gone to bed. Making his way back down to the kitchen, he stumbled onto the scene of Lukas and the younger brother of the neighbors, Milo. The two of them were practically inseparable since the trip had started, given that they were the “younguns” of the group. But given their size and level of aggression, it was hard to tell that they were younger than Tommy. The two boys had already downed the last two bottles of beer that he had spiked, grinning at him as he walked into the kitchen.

Milo raised the empty bottle, only wiggling it in his hands as he set it on the countertop. “There you are. Took your time getting to us, huh?” The cocky young man was shirtless, having spent most of the weekend showing off his muscles and complaining about how it was “too hot to put on anything.” The jock grinned as he gestured towards the empty cardboard carrier, clearly amused that there was nothing left for Tommy to drink.

“You weren’t planning on having any, right? A sissy like you probably doesn’t even know how to handle his drinks,” Milo snorted. He began walking over towards Tommy, his eyes glimmering with a devious glint. The smaller man felt like a deer trapped in headlights, his eyes widening as the taller man stalked up towards him. In the meantime, Lukas had grabbed his metal water bottle, still sloshing full of the lake water he had scooped up earlier.

The two younger men quickly flanked Tommy and gripped his wrists firmly. Dragging him over to the kitchen island countertop, the two hoisted him onto the cold, smooth surface with relative ease, despite Tommy’s attempts to struggle against it. Lukas stood over him, while Milo was keeping him pinned down and subduing his thrashing.

“Whoa, there, dude. You just looked a little thirsty after missing out on the beer. It’s your first July 4th celebration with us. Why don’t we give you something else to drink instead, so you’re not missing out?” Lukas laughed. And before Tommy had the chance to reply, his younger stepbrother began pouring out the contents of the water bottle down his throat. His eyes bulged in surprise as the influx of liquid and silver tadpoles began flooding his mouth faster than he could swallow, and Tommy couldn’t help but thrash around in response.

His eyes began to blur, black spots appearing as water poured onto his face. He could hear the snarky, snide cackles from Lukas and Milo as they had their fun with him. And then, the overwhelming pressure was gone. There was the distinct clanking of his metal water bottle hitting the tiled floor in the kitchen, followed by two thumps of bodies falling over. Tommy coughed and spluttered up some water, managing to roll over onto his side to look over the edge. On the ground, beneath him, he could see Milo and Lukas clutching at their heads, their eyes rolled back as they convulsed and spasmed on the ground. It looked as though something was BURROWING into their brains, something quite painful. But Tommy couldn’t bring himself to care. Or fear. Or panic. He wanted to, but there was a strange feeling of calm that hovered over him. As though everything was NORMAL.

And then, he felt it. The wriggle into his head. The all-familiar pop in his brain. But the bubble was stronger, heavier. A gentle knock became a full-force, bodily slam into his mind. And Tommy’s body jolted without him expecting it. His eyes bulged, his throat felt swollen, and he tried to grasp at his sudden lack of air. As his eyes began to roll back into his head, the slim man could feel something taking over. His vision began to fade to black when the BREED needed to SPREAD infection swarmed inside his HOST's head. And that was all that was left. All he was good for.

BREED.

SPREAD.

INFECT.

HOST.

VESSELS.

SEEK.

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When it came to, there were restraints pinning it down to the large mattress in the master bedroom. Searching through its memories, it recognized the room as Chuck’s. A name of importance. Relation. A father of sorts, but not for it. Taking in the sights carefully, it took a few moments for the eyes to adjust. There was so much to take in. The scents. The smells. The bright lights. And sensitivity along its fleshy skin.

Glancing up, there were six figures surrounding it, all undressed and displaying their own fleshy suits for it to admire. The sight was a welcome one, with the psychic presence and hive mind connecting them all. It wasn’t sure what expression lingered on its face, but it was clear from the position of the restraints that its fellow kin had hoisted its legs up in the air, exposing this body’s bare behind. The naked bodies highlighted each of their new hosts’ muscles, and it was clear that they had plenty of time to explore and enjoy their bodies. Each of them was stroking and pulling at their hefty cocks, a visual and noticeable fleshy organ that indicated attraction and arousal to each other. It took in each of their lustful expressions as they gazed upon its hole, and it drew names to faces from the memories.

Chuck. Frank. Adrian. Garrett. Lukas. Milo. Each and every one of them had been the source of torment for its vessel’s body. But now, they responded to it. Bowed to it. Worshipped it. Him. HIM.

TOMMY.

That was his name now. He was Tommy. He had always been Tommy. But now, someone new was in charge. And, with each of his spawn burrowed deep inside their minds, Tommy was the one they felt drawn to. Called to. He was meant to breed with them. To foster more offspring so they could spread. Infect. Overtake, until it was all under his control.

His normally slender and timid face shifted into something far more vicious and sinister. Curling and uncurling his new fingers, Tommy carefully spread his bound legs apart even wider, arching his back to entice his followers closer. There was very little that had to be said between them for Tommy to get what he wanted. And the moment he felt Adrian pushing deep into him, the creature practically mewled with delight at the thick, full feeling. Having these fleshy bodies was absolute perfection.

And as the crackle of fireworks began to spark in the night sky, the streaming lights filtered in from the window, illuminating the writhing mass of muscles, sweat, and beefiness. Tommy’s mind filled with pleasure and ecstasy as he was bred thoroughly by each of the men eager to lay their loads deep inside of him. This was perhaps the bonding he had been hoping for all this time. What he had desired. What he had craved.

He wanted it all.

And he wanted more.

Outside the nightclub, I saw a lean man wearing a grey hoodie standing in the dark alley. He nodded in my direction and walked deeper into the alley. I followed right behind him.

"You're Leon, right?" He asked.

"Yes. So... do you have it?"

"Of course. Pink pill or Black pill?"

"Black."

He grinned at me as he reached into his right pocket and pulled out a Ziploc bag filled with black pills. He then handed me one pill. I inspected it closely, it looked like any other pill, but it was what was inside that made it so special and so expensive.

He then pulled another Ziploc, this time it had white pills and he handed me a second pill.

"Swallow the white pill before you use the black pill on your target."

"Got it," I then paid him the money, and after he counted it, he started walking away.

"I gotta go, have more deliveries to make. If you need anything else, you have my number. Enjoy your Alien pill, dude," but before he left he looked back. "Oh, and don't try to make the alien aware, they will crash out and die immediately if you do."

Noted. I put both pills inside my pocket and entered the nightclub. The place was crowded, and the music was loud and shitty. I couldn't wait to leave already with my prize. It didn't take me long to find the perfect subject.

It was not hard to notice him, he was the hottest and most muscular man at the club, he had huge tattooed arms and a sexy goatee. He wore a tight black tee with jean pants, and a big golden watch to match his confident persona. He looked dangerous in the sexiest way possible, like someone you wouldn't want to mess with, but I sure was about to mess with him. Women were being drawn to him like a magnet, they all wanted to get a piece of the man, and I was no exception, the only difference was that they had a real chance with him, while I did not.

But that was about to change, I thought as I pulled the pills out of my pocket, I swallowed the white pill first and while the hunk was distracted watching the girls trying to seduce him, I walked beside him and casually threw the black pill inside his drink. The pill quickly dissolved, and out of it came a very tiny tadpole-like alien. The tiny alien was very small and transparent, so there was no chance of the clueless stud spotting the creature in the dark chaotic dance floor. I watched with a smirk from afar as he took a sip of his drink.

The alien quickly reached the man's brain and in seconds the man was gone and in his place a parasitic alien was in control of his body. The man immediately turned and walked towards me with the biggest smile on his face. I didn't know the takeover was this quick!

The man started dancing sensually in front of me while constantly making eye contact and smiling. He danced like a typical straight man would dance, making sure all his moves were masculine and sensual, sometimes he would wink at me.

"Hey, I noticed you've been staring at me a lot. Do you like my dance moves?" He asked, his powerful baritone voice broke through the loud music.

"You're a talented dancer, but it wasn't your dancing that drew my attention." I then looked at him from his feet to his head.

His smile grew wider. "I'm Vincent, what's your name, cutie?"

"I'm Leon. Nice to meet you, Vincent."

"How about we take this party to my place, Leon? Just the two of us, what do you think?" He then grabbed his bulge and waved it at me.

I gasped when I noticed the massive hard-on inside his jeans. I was out of words, I could only smile and stare at the tattooed hunk staring at me with lust. I was getting hard as well. He chuckled and took a few steps closer, he put his huge hand on my waist and pulled me against his body, my hands were now resting on his big pecs and my hard-on was pressed against his bulge. I was exactly where I wanted to be.

"I've been looking for a date the entire night, turns out I was barking up the wrong trees the whole time. You're exactly what I need." He then kissed me, and I melted in his arms as I allowed my tongue to explore this hot straight man. His mouth tasted of beer and mint.

The parasitic aliens in the pills were totally clueless that they were aliens inhabiting a human body. They were programmed to believe they had always been the hosts they inhabit. The alien in control of Vincent's body had no idea he was not the real Vincent. They were biologically programmed to not realize their true nature as a fail-safe. Even if a client told them that they were just tiny programmed aliens made for horny humans to enjoy people they had no chance of sleeping with, they wouldn't understand and would simply die of shock, leaving their vessels in a vegetative state. That's why the Alien pill dealers always warned their clients to not reveal the truth to the aliens.

The pink pill means the alien has a submissive and obedient personality. These aliens are very slutty and hungry to serve, they're perfect for clients who want a slut to fuck.

The black pill is the opposite of the Pink pill, it means the alien has a dominant and alpha personality, which was exactly what I wanted out of this sexy hunk.

The white pill doesn't have an alien, they have special pheromones that only work on the aliens, making them extremely horny, obedient, and attracted to the client.

When Vincent broke the kiss, I noticed all the women who were flirting with him before, were now all staring with confusion and gossiping.

"Fuck, I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm hornier than usual! I'm not gay, I was planning to get some wet pussy tonight, but for some reason all I want is to fuck you hard!" I felt his hand on my ass.

"Then let's go to your place, and you do to me what you were planning to do to your date tonight."

Once at Vincent's apartment, we entered his bedroom while we made out like lovers who were separated for months. My hands were all over his muscular arms and chest, feeling those hard pecs through his black tee, feeling them flex under my touch. I helped him take off his shirt and he backed me up against the wall.

"Get on your fucking knees and suck my cock," he growled against my lips, then shoved me down to my knees. I didn't need telling twice. My fingers hooked into his waistband and yanked his pants down. Out it sprang—his huge thick brown cock, eight solid inches of heavy manhood, veiny and throbbing, with those big low-hanging balls swinging underneath. My mouth watered instantly.

Vincent chuckled, grabbing the base and slapping that fat heavy shaft across my cheek. Smack. Smack. "Look at you, drooling already. Pathetic little cock-hungry bitch," Smack. Smack. "You're the first man to ever enjoy this dick, so you better give me the best blowjob of my life. Open up." He didn't wait. His hand locked tight in my hair, yanking my head forward as he shoved every inch down my throat in one brutal thrust. I gagged hard, throat convulsing around him, spit already dripping down my chin. Vincent groaned, his hips snapping forward, face-fucking me raw. "That's it, choke on it, faggot. Take every fucking inch like the worthless slut you are." His balls slapped my chin with every thrust, his moans getting louder, rougher. I could barely breathe but fuck, I loved it.

I suddenly felt a hard slap on my face, "Suck harder, fag! You should consider yourself lucky, there were women at that club who would kill to be in your place right now!"

I started sucking harder, and every time he felt I was slacking, he would slap my face. After a few minutes, he finally pulled out, strings of spit connecting my gasping lips to his glistening cock. "Enough warming up." Vincent ripped open his drawer, tossed a condom and the lube at my chest like trash. Then he stripped fully, climbed onto the bed, and sprawled back naked. Legs spread wide, hands resting behind his head, showing off those hairy, musky armpits and bulging biceps. His thick cock stood straight up, pulsing.

"What are you waiting for, bitch? Get to work."

I first stripped naked and scrambled up, rolling the condom down that massive shaft, slathering it with lube till it shone. Straddling him, I lined up and sank down slow at first—fuck, the stretch burned so good. Then I started riding him like a whore, bouncing hard, grinding my ass down to take him balls-deep. "Oh shit, Vincent..." I moaned, hands on his sweaty chest, feeling those muscles flex under me. I rode faster, ass clapping, lost in it, whimpering like a slut while he smirked up at me.

"Look at you, fucking yourself stupid on my huge cock. Such a greedy little cumdump."

We flipped after I was shaking and close. Vincent pinned me missionary, legs over his shoulders, and pounded me deep. His sweat dripped onto my face with every brutal thrust—hot, salty drops landing on my lips, my eyes. He was grunting like an animal, that thick dick rearranging my guts. "Take it, bitch. This is what you wanted, isn't it? Getting wrecked by a real man!"

His thrusts got faster, slamming into me so hard the bed creaked. Then he buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep, guttural moan. "Ughhh fuuuuck—yeah, take my load you fucking slut—grrrraaahhh!" His whole body tensed, cock pulsing hard inside me as he grunted and growled through it, flooding the condom while his muscles flexed.

He then collapsed right on top of me, dead weight, breathing heavy. His cock stayed rock-hard and throbbing inside my wrecked hole even as he dozed off, pinning me there under all that muscle and ink.

I knew that although the alien would unknowingly remain in control of Vincent's body forever, the pheromones of the white pill only lasted for a day, meaning the alien's attraction to me would gradually fade until he didn't want anything to do with me. I didn't want this to end so quickly. Carefully, I reached for my phone on the nightstand, making sure not to wake Vincent, and dialed a number.

David had recently opened up his own photography studio in hopes of starting his own business. Although business was often slow for the small business, there was one event that helped bring in a sizable amount of income that would set the tone for the rest of the year. The signature Davy’s Men magazine that happened every year. And now that it was January again, David’s Studio was all set for its annual men’s photoshoot for this year’s edition. 

Unfortunately, due to unexpected traffic and technical difficulties, the photoshoot had gone a couple of hours over schedule. Although most of the male models had been very understanding of the situation, albeit rightfully frustrated, there was one model that was particularly impatient with David. One of the younger models, Rohan, had grown increasingly frustrated the longer he had to wait for David. So much so that he demanded that he be the first one photographed so he could leave as soon as possible.

“It’s about fucking time you got here,” Rohan said as he prepared for his shoot. “I know you’re still new in the industry, David, but this is so unprofessional of you. I’m honestly embarrassed for you.”

“I’m very sorry for the long wait, Mr. Rohan. If you’d like, I can-”

“Yeah yeah, save me the lip service. You’ve already paid me so let’s just get this over with.”

“Yes, right away.”

And so, despite Rohan strong arming his way to being the first model shot, David continued with his photoshoot. Although David kept his positive, can-do mindset strong, Rohan’s bad attitude kept David from getting any significant progress done. Any request David made of Rohan was met with a scoff, a side-eye, and an unwillingness that showed up in Rohan’s photos. David only managed to get a couple of good photos of Rohan after a half hour or so of petty bickering between the two.

“Are we done here yet?” 

“No, not yet. We don’t even have enough good shots of you to make half of a page yet.” David answered with a notable increase in frustration in his voice.

“And that’s my problem because…? If you just listen to my suggestions, then we would’ve been done a long time ago.”

“Listen to you? But I’m the photographer here, you should be listening to me! ”

Rohan chuckled as he stood up.

“You’re a fucking comedian if you think I’d listen to a total amateur like you. Listen, I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” Rohan walked across David, ignoring his scowl as he did so. “Get your shit together while I’m gone, David. Maybe then you can actually get a good shot or two.”

Rohan made his way out of the shooting studio and back out into the lounge with a stride in his step. The rest of the models were waiting in the lounge for their turn to be shot. Some of them gave Rohan dirty looks as he passed by them, but Rohan was completely unfazed by it. He just kept walking to the bathroom as if he owned the place. 

“Fucking amateurs, the whole lot of you.” Rohan said under his breath as he closed the bathroom door. 

Rohan peed, and then went to the sink to wash his hands. As he did so, he felt a drop of water land on his shoulder. He looked onto his shoulder where there was now a wet spot, and then shook his head.

“Of course he’s got a leaky roof, I shouldn’t have expected anything less.”

Rohan continued to wash his hands. Then, several more drops landed on him. Rohan’s eyes darted straight to his shoulder where the wet spot had grown with each droplet. A look of confusion spread on Rohan’s face as he noticed the wet spot on his shoulder now had a distinct green color to it. He quickly dried his hands on a hand towel and reached out to his shoulder to touch the wet spot. Rohan could feel how cold it was with a single touch. He ran his finger by his nose and smelled something close to cheap plastic and expired lime jello.

“What the fuck…?”

Rohan felt another droplet land on his shoulder. That was when he decided to look up at the ceiling. His eyes widened at the sight of a green blob stuck to the ceiling. 

“What is that?” Rohan said as he kept examining the green mass of slime. He looked it from every angle, and couldn’t discern what exactly it was.

“Fucking disgusting,” Rohan said to himself as he took one last look at the green blob. He then proceeded to wipe off his shoulder with toilet paper. He felt several more droplets land on him as he tried to clean off his white T-shirt. Getting annoyed, Rohan looked back at up to the ceiling just in time to witness the green blob coming off the ceiling all at once. Rohan tried to move out of the way, but his reflexes weren’t fast enough. The green blob landed squarely on his face.

In his panic, Rohan grabbed onto the slime with both hands. It was extremely thick and sticky. Once his hands were in the slime, he couldn’t pull them back out. He stumbled back and forth in the bathroom as he struggled to take all the slime off his face. The more Rohan struggled and squirmed against the slime, the more of his body covered in the green substance.

“Hrrrmph!! Hrrrrm!!!” Rohan couldn’t shout for help through all the slime on his mouth. The most he could get out was a couple of grunts and whimpers. The slime kept running down Rohan’s face. It ran down to his neck, then his chest, then his torso, and then his legs until his entire body was encased in a cocoon of slime. 

Once Rohan was fully covered in the green slime, he started to contort in strange, unnatural ways. The slime was seeping into his pores, which caused the casing to thin up until the outline of Rohan’s body was visible again. Rohan’s facial structure began to morph as more and more of the slime entered inside his skin. His jawline became sharper and his cheek bones became more defined. Rohan’s body transformed too, as all the slime his body was absorbing caused the model’s thin body to grow in mass and weight. It wasn’t until all of the slime had been absorbed into Rohan’s body that the full scale of the transformation was made clear. Whatever the slime was had completely transformed Rohan until he was basically a different person altogether. 

The slime in control of the new Rohan smirked as it took the time to admire its new body in the mirror. The transformation had left Rohan bigger and hairier as a result, just as the slime desired.

“Sorry I had take over your body, but I needed a host and you were the first one to come in here.” 

The slime began to survey its new memories as Rohan. Then, a sudden knock on the bathroom door interrupted the slime as it processed Rohan’s memories.

“Hey! How long are you gonna take in there!?” David shouted from the other side of the door.

The slime gave itself one final smirk before proceeding to open the door. David was ready to chew Rohan out, but backed down immediately after seeing the new Rohan step out of the bathroom.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I thought Rohan was still in there,”

“Don’t worry, cutie, it’s all good.”

“C-cutie?” David blushed.

“Speaking of Rohan, unfortunately he had to leave. Something about not wanting to be a part of this project anymore.”

“That prick…” David’s shy expression quickly changed to a scowl again. The new Rohan noticed this, and advanced towards David.

“Hey… if you need someone to take over for Rohan, I can fill that spot.”

“O-oh, no, please! No need to worry your-”

Rohan gave David a quick kiss on the lips. This caused the already flustered photographer to shut up with pure delight.

“It’d be my pleasure, now, c’mon,”

Rohan then took David by the hand and led him back to the shooting studio. He listened to David’s instructions, and made sure to only pitch in an idea whenever David was at a lost for inspiration.

Rohan was far more cooperative was the slime in control of him. David thought the old Rohan’s sudden disappearance was strange, but was too enamored with the new Rohan to say anything. In fact, he had taken so many pictures of the new Rohan that he had almost forgotten he had other models waiting to be shot. Even after the new Rohan had finished with his photoshoot, he had stayed back to help David with the rest of the models. Together, they were able to get through all the models before the sun had set, and David’s vision for the next issue of Davy’s Men was back on schedule.

In the end, that year’s edition of Davy’s Men was a huge success. With David’s artistic vision and the new Rohan’s support and new looks, David’s Studio had steadily grown in business since then. Enough so that the studio had expanded within the last year. 

As for the slime, it was enjoying its new human life inside Rohan, now living under the alias Ishaan to solidify its new identify.

And as for David, he had never been happier ever since he had successfully made a name for himself and his photography studio.

With a pep in his step and a beaming grin on his face, Javi strut down the hotel hallway with his bag in tow. The annual vacation with Tom was the one thing that he looked forward to more than anything— he and his childhood best friend made plans every year since they had graduated high school, each destination getting more and more exciting. In just ten years, they’d visited six new states and four countries. It was a far cry from their summers in rural Indiana, and each time was a new opportunity to relive those days of playing the PS3 at his house until 4 in the morning and spending every waking hour together surrounded in laughter and excitement. Now, as the lovely New York City hotel rolled out the red carpet to room 1709, the simple task of pressing his room key on the door and the click of the door unlocking marked the beginning of his yearly respite. Javi pressed his hand against the door, and pressed it wide open.

"You're early," Tom said, his voice gruffer than Javi had ever heard it.

Javi looked up from his phone, his heart skipping a beat. The hotel room looked normal, just as the website had advertised, but something was definitely off. The lights were dimmer, the air thick with an unusual musk. And there, snapping a selfie in the mirror, was Tom. Or at least, someone who looked like Tom, but this Tom was… different. His skin was covered in a fine layer of hair, his body bulging with muscles that seemed to have been photoshopped on overnight. Javi's eyes lingered on his friend's feet, noticing the way his toes curled and flexed in those dirty, sweaty black socks. He couldn't explain why, but he felt a strange mix of fear and excitement.

"What the fuck happened to you, man?" Javi's voice cracked as he took a tentative step closer. Tom's reflection in the mirror smirked, turning to face him with a swagger that was entirely foreign to him. His warm brown eyes had a feral glint to them, his teeth baring wide in a snide smirk. Javi stood frozen in place, unsure of what to do… what to say… what to think.

"You like what you see?" Tom's tone was laced with an arrogance that made Javi's cheeks burn. He couldn't help but nod, his eyes darting back to those bulging muscles and the way the fabric of Tom's jockstrap strained against his shockingly massive bulge. The smell in the room was intoxicating, a buttery stink wafted off every inch of Tom's chiseled body. Something that sent a thrill down Javi's spine and made his knees weak as Tom stepped forward, his socks squelching with every footfall and leaving a trail of sweaty footprints as he strode forward. The walk, the voice, the fact that his formerly 5'8" band geek friend was now suddenly at least 6'0" and hulked out… There was an innate panic that swelled within him, but just the carnivorous eyes that New Tom flashed at him had Javi shuddering.

Tom stepped closer, and Javi found himself backpedaling until his knees hit the bed. "Yeah, I know you do," he said with a cocky grin, his teeth gleaming like a frat boy who had just scored a winning touchdown. "I've seen the way you look at me, the way you follow me around with those puppy dog eyes." He leaned down, his breath hot and minty on Javi's cheek. "I've seen you staring at my feet, Javier. How much you want to kiss them?" His words were a taunt, a challenge wrapped in a velvet threat that made Javi's cock throb.

Javi's heart raced as he tried to form a coherent sentence. "T-Tom, what happened to you?" He swallowed hard, his eyes glued to the bulge in Tom's jockstrap. "You're not acting like yourself."

Tom flexed his biceps, his muscles rippling like waves under the dim hotel room light. He let out a deep, guttural laugh that seemed to shake the walls of the room like an earthquake. "You think?" He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, let me tell you, the old Tom is gone, baby. This is the new Tom, and boy, do you ever look like you're going to love him." He winked, his new, alpha-male persona oozing out of every pore.

Javi felt his body betraying him, his own cock straining against his pants as he took in the sight of Tom. He had always had a thing for jocks, for the way they could make him feel so… small, so insignificant, yet so desired. And now, here was his best friend, his secret crush, transformed into the epitome of masculine dominance. He could feel his resistance crumbling like a cookie in a vice, and as much as he wanted to flee, his ass remained rooted to the spot.

"T-Tom, this isn't funny," Javi stammered, his voice a mix of fear and arousal. "You need to go to the doctor, something's seriously wrong."

Tom just snickered, the sound sending a cold shiver down Javi's spine. He took a step closer, and before Javi could react, his massive, hairy hands grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him onto the bed. The mattress groaned under the weight of Tom's new form, and Javi found himself pinned down, the scent of his friend's sweat and musk enveloping him.

"There's nothing a doctor can do for me, Javier," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "This is who I am now. And it's about time you admitted who you really are, too." Tom's grip on Javi's chin tightened, forcing their faces closer together, his breath hot and minty. Javi's eyes searched Tom's, looking for some semblance of his friend, but all he found was a ravenous hunger that reflected his own hidden desires.

"What the fuck do you mean?" Javi's voice was a whisper, his body trembling beneath the weight of Tom's towering form.

Tom's grin widened, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. "You know exactly what I mean," he said, his grip on Javi's chin tightening. "You've had the hots for me since we were in high school. Don't even try to deny it." His eyes bore into Javi's, and for a brief moment, Javi could see the flicker of the old Tom, the one who had been his confidant, his ally. But then it was gone, replaced by the cold, hard stare of the new Tom. The one who was in complete control.

"You're wrong," Javi protested feebly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tom's grip on his chin tightened, his thumb tracing the line of Javi's jaw, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the power behind it. "Am I?" His eyes searched Javi's, looking for the truth that they both knew lay just beneath the surface. "You've been pining after me for years. Now's your chance to show me how much you want this." His breath was hot and minty on Javi's face, the scent of his minty breath mingling with the musky aroma of his body.

Javi's mind raced, trying to piece together how Tom could have changed so much in such a short time. It was impossible, it had to be some kind of prank, or maybe a really good costume. But the feel of those muscles beneath his fingers, the way Tom's body seemed to radiate heat and power, it was all too real. He tried to fight the urge to kiss him, to touch him, but his body was already responding, his cock straining against his pants.

Tom's grin grew wider, his eyes never leaving Javi's. "Feeling a little excited, are we?" His hand slid down to Javi's crotch, giving his erection a squeeze through the fabric. Javi's eyes went wide with shock and arousal. He couldn't believe this was happening, but the proof was in the way his body was begging for more. "Told you," Tom said, his voice a low purr. "You can't resist New Tom can you?"

Javi's mind raced, trying to find some rational explanation. He'd seen prosthetics in movies, maybe Tom had gotten really into cosplay. The smell of his sweat, the way his muscles bulged, it had to be a silicone suit. It had to be. He took a deep breath, steeling himself against the fear that had been building up. "Okay," he murmured. "Okay, Tom. I get it. You're just… playing a role."

Tom leaned in closer, his grin turning predatory. "You want to play along?" he whispered. "You want to find out who's really in charge here?"

Javi nodded, his eyes wide and filled with a mix of trepidation and excitement. The musky scent of Tom's body washed over him, making his head spin. He could feel the heat emanating from his friend's body, the power in every inch of him, and it was intoxicating. Tom grinned wickedly, rising to his feet and strutting over to the chair.

"Come on, then," he said, gesturing to his socks with a jerk of his head. "Take them off, I want you to get a good whiff."

Javi's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and desire as he slid off the bed and onto his knees. He felt the plush carpet against his skin, the fibers sticking slightly to the sweat that had gathered on his body. As he crawled towards Tom, the room felt hotter, the air thick with the scent of unwashed socks and virile musk, something that was making his cock throb even more insistently. He reached out tentatively and took hold of the top of Tom's sock. The fabric was warm and damp, and he could feel the outline of Tom's toes through it. His stomach fluttered as he tugged it down, revealing the hairy, sweaty arch of his friend's foot.

"Look at them," Tom said, raising one of his massive, muscled legs and pointing a toe at Javi's face. "These are what you've been dreaming about, aren't they?" The room was so silent, it was as if the very walls held their breath. The smell of Tom's unwashed feet hit Javi like a truck, a powerful aroma of butter and roquefort that seemed to fill every molecule of the air around them. The sight of those size 15 soles, glistening with sweat and grime, had him feeling lightheaded with a mix of fear and arousal.

Tom's toes curled and flexed, the muscles in his legs bulging like those of a Greek statue come to life. He placed his foot firmly against Javi's cheek, his toes digging into the side of his face. "Worship them," he ordered, his voice a thunderclap of dominance that reverberated through Javi's body. And despite his racing thoughts, despite his better judgment, Javi found himself leaning in, his nose brushing against the furry, sweat-soaked arch of Tom's foot.

The scent was… indescribable. It was like a symphony of manliness, a concert of musk and sweat that played a siren's song to Javi's deepest, most secret desires. It was the smell of power and strength, of a man that knew no bounds, that could take what it wanted with no apologies. It was a scent that made him feel small and helpless, ensnaring him like a moth to a flame. He took a deep, shuddering breath, the odor filling his nose and mouth, coating his tongue. It was thick and heavy, with notes of gym socks and washed rind cheese, of locker room floors and the faint hint of something… animalistic. It was a scent that made his cock throb, his knees wobble, and his heart race.

Tom's voice was like a serpent whispering sweet nothings into his ear, urging him closer, deeper into the rabbit hole. "That's it, baby," he crooned, his toes sliding along Javi's cheek, the calloused skin leaving a trail of heat. "Sniff them, lick them, show me how much you love these stinking, sweaty dogs." The words were a command, a declaration of ownership that Javi found himself obeying without thought. He leaned in, his nose buried in the high arch of Tom's foot, inhaling deeply. The scent was overwhelming, but as he let his tongue snake out to slide across the slick sole, he found it… delicious. The salt of his sweat, the faint cheesy tang of his skin, it was a feast that had Javi's mouth watering. He licked along the length of Tom's foot, from his heel to the base of his toes, savoring every inch, every taste.

"Mm, yes," Tom murmured, his foot pressing harder against Javi's face. "You've always been such a good boy, haven't you?" Javi couldn't help but moan into the arch of Tom's foot as he continued to worship the musky flesh before him. "But now, you're going to see just how good I feel in this body." Tom leaned back in the chair, his muscled chest heaving with each breath, his abs rippling like a mountain range.

With a swift kick, Tom sent his other foot flying through the air, the smell of his sweat-soaked sock smacking Javi right in the face. "Take them off," he said, his voice a growling command. Javi's eyes watered, but his hands were already moving, eager to obey. He peeled the sock off, the fabric sticking to Tom's skin with the suction of a vacuum seal. He held it up to his nose, inhaling the potent stench of his friend's foot.

"Now put them on," Tom said, his foot still pressing down on Javi's head. Javi took the sock, his heart racing, and slid it onto his own foot. It was like sliding into a warm, wet glove that had been marinating in a frat house's lost and found. The fabric clung to his toes, the scent of Tom's sweat enveloping him. He took a deep breath, the smell of his friend's feet filling his nostrils and making his cock throb even harder. He couldn't believe what he was doing, but he also couldn't believe how much he liked it.

"Good boy," Tom said, his voice filled with a smug satisfaction that made Javi's stomach flip. "Now the other one." Javi obeyed, his hands shaking slightly as he slipped the other sock onto his foot. The smell was overpowering, a heady mix of musk and sweat that made him feel like he was inhaling pure, concentrated masculinity.

Tom's foot remained planted on Javi's head, his toes digging into his hair like they were anchors holding him in place. "Now, sniff them," he ordered. "Let me hear how much you love the smell of your new master's stench." Javi brought his best friend’s foot to his nose, his eyes rolling back in his head as the damp, sticky sole pressed against his nose. He took a deep breath, his chest expanding as he inhaled the scent that seemed to fill his very soul with a dark, delicious hunger.

“Ahhh fuck, Tom. Shit that’s so good.” With every suction of the thick miasma wafting now from both Tom’s foot and his own, he fell deeper and deeper into the thralls of lust. Letting his hand slide past the waistband of his shorts, the touch of his sweaty fingers gliding against the throbbing meat within made him gasp, droplets of Tom’s ripe sweat soaring into his lungs. Before he could take the initiative to pump, an even firmer pressure against his length was felt on his pleading groin. Opening his eyes, Javi could have burst just from the sight of it: Tom’s wicked smirk and his grimy left foot rubbing him through the pre soaked fabric.

“Such a good boy, Javi. I think I may deserve a treat, don’t you think?” Tom’s devilish grin sent shivers down Javi’s spine, and all he could do was nod in affirmation as the sweaty foot gently slid back and forth. “Yeah. I deserve a treat. I deserve you, Javi. Are you willing to give me my treat?” A guttural moan burst from his lips, the flavor of Tom’s sole against his face breaking any notion of resistance. He cried out with a muffled ‘mmhmm,’ desperation deep in his tone. That’s all Tom needed to hear.

It started as an ever so quiet little squeak, barely perceptible to the enraptured Javi. Though as he continued to lap at the slick sole, it wasn’t the wet squelches or the rubbery stretching that echoed in the hotel room that caught his attention; no, it was the sole. The way it started undulate, to bubble and warp beneath the smelly skin— Javi opened his eyes to see just what was truly happening. Tom’s sweat drenched boxer briefs, pulled down just below the pendulous balls, his long uncut shaft bulging and warping before his eyes as a grotesquely bulbous lump began to squirm up the length of his cock.

“Awww yeah. Javi, I’m gonna love it in there. You’re gonna love it too.” Tom’s teeth gritted with euphoric fervor as the bulge breached the tip of his stretching cockhead, wiry gray hairs slithering out wet and shellacked to the wrinkled, albeit handsome head of a man he did not know. Javi froze, the funk wafting from the feet his only comfort as the cock bloated and gaped around a vascular neck and broad shoulders. His eyes darted between Tom’s still smirking and wicked face and the hulking muscular man slithering out of his urethra.

“Oh… ohhh… unghhh…” The moans of pleasure that bellowed out of Javi’s mouth made Tom’s smirk widen as he continued to rub Javi’s throbbing appendage. Javi couldn’t process the surreal sight of the muscular man crawling out of his rod, down his thick, hairy legs toward him. As the man’s calloused hands pushed Tom’s foot from his face and his round rump and slimy cock sprang from the engorged slit, Javi’s mouth sat agape in mind numbing shock.

“Give me my treat, Javi.” Tom laughed wickedly as the man’s first few fingers slipped past Javi’s lips without so much as a gag of resistance. The taste of Tom’s cum coating the man’s form flavored his tongue with the sweetness of pineapple and tang of spunk as the man’s hands squeezed into his mouth— then his forearms, then his head… no pain, no discomfort, just… surrender. Once the foothold was established, the man’s arms thrust deeply down his bulging throat and into his core, it took little more than a firm tug for the man to slurp the rest of his chiseled form into Javi’s yielding body.

His cock tightening back to its thick, 9.5 inches as the last of the man’s ripe stinking size 15 feet slopped out of his slit, Tom let his head fall back onto the back of the chair as he wrapped his own hand around the length. He snickered to himself, listening to the schlorp and squelch of the man’s toes squeezing past Javi’s lips. The very same euphoria that overcame him when the leather daddy had dominated and entered his own body in the LaGuardia bathroom merely hours before was now overtaking Javi as the man made himself at home within his second body. Though it was not truly Tom in drivers seat behind those big brown eyes, he reveled in the addition of his host’s best friend into the cavalcade of identities merged into his consciousness— one more body to enjoy and experience. As he slipped on Javi’s skin, the overwhelming exhilaration of feeling the sensations of two bodies at once flooded his synapses while he pumped and smugly admired the hairy stud he’d created from the blank canvas of Tom’s skin.

“Heh, yeah boy. We’re gonna have some fun.” The sound of stretching rubber and elastic squeaks emanating from Javi’s warping form accompanied the slick, slimy noises of his lazy stroking. Gurgles and murmurs rang out with increasing frequency, mirroring the pace of his hand movements, until he grunted as the man’s head slipped into Javi’s like a silicone mask.

*SNAP*

Silence. Then a wry snicker as Javi stood- now mirroring his 6’4” stature and muscular, with the stench to boot. He towered above Tom, tugging on the elastic skin of his cheeks before they snapped into place, permanently.

“You gonna just stand there, or are you gonna join me?” Tom chided as he watched himself flex Javi’s thick, muscular arms- sweat dripping from his hairy armpits. His new acquisition still pouring in the body’s memories and incorporating them into his dominant consciousness; Javi leaned in, his tattooed hands landing squarely on either side of him on the armrests.

“Yeah, let’s have some fun.” Javi’s formerly sweet and innocent voice now thick with his gravel and grit, he sneered as their lips collided and tongues tangled.

———

“He’s on his way.” Javi leered as he fell backward onto his couch, kicking his funky, three week worn socks onto Tom’s lap as he sipped the last of his beer.

“You take the front, I’ll take the back. Nice spit roast for us.” Tom placed the empty Heineken on the table, resting his own identically ripe feet on either side of Javi. “Suckin’ and fuckin’, all at once. That’s the good shit.” Three weeks of wild debauchery in New York, and he had all but mastered the art of piloting two vessels at once. Tasting two brews simultaneously, savoring the buzz of poppers from two perspectives, feeling the tightness of latex on Javi and the creaks of leather on Tom… Manhattan had proved to be quite the training grounds for him. He wasn’t planning on letting that education go squandered.

“I know. That little twink won’t know what squeezed into him.” Javi smiled wryly, wriggling his toes beneath the grimy socks. “But until he gets here, give Javi some attention. The twink shouldn’t be the only one to enjoy him.” Tom grinned, letting his hands grip onto Javi’s damp foot, pulling it close to press against his face. “But you know, two is a party- three is a rave.”

For @the-blue-gentleman​

You were shocked and terrified. You had only taken off the skinsuit of your younger brother Andrew for a few minutes, so that you could get an enjoyable shower and freshen yourself up. But when you came back you were met with the sight of him awake, fully moving and grunting.

That didn’t make sense, as your friend had specifically told you it would take at least an hour before Andrew would fully inflate and regain consciousness. Only explanation now would be… oh no… if someone else had climbed inside the dormant skin of your brother while you had been away.

“Oh fuck… your brother’s smooth body feels so good, bro…” The intruder within your younger brother’s body moaned, as he heaved himself up and turned his head to look at you. “God I’ve wanted this body for so long, lusting and longing to touch it but always being out of reach. Now, I can do that whenever and wherever I want!”

You should have moved, you should have acted, but you could not. You just stood there and watched helplessly as the impostor lightly grazed your brother’s engorged member against the couch fabric, before humping feverishly till he finally shot a massive load all over the couch pillows and himself. He then began dressing himself up in the clothes your brother had worn earlier today, that you had chosen for him.

“You know I couldn’t have done this without your help. I never would’ve gotten close enough to slip those big pills into his food, but I guess being his big brother he must have really trusted you. And you turned him into a fucking skinsuit to wear! Hah!” He cackled deviously using your brother’s voice. “Oh but don’t worry, I forgive you big bro… I’m me again, and I’m very thankful for that…”

You watched as he walked around the couch where you could not see and pulled up another skinsuit. Thowing it towards your feet, you immediately recognized the hollowed-out face of the friend that had given you the skinsuit pills in the first place. He must have stolen your friend’s skin and tricked you!

“No… That is my original skin. Was.” He walked up to you and sensually caressed your cheek. His hard sticky member prodded against your thigh. “You see, one pill makes the drinker into a wearable skin. Three pills however… makes you vomit everything out till you’re nothing but an empty husk. So all I had to do was break into your apartment, force the pills into my own mouth, and then give your brother’s still hollow-out skin one long deep kiss…” He wiped the drool of his mouth and smeared it onto your lips.

“Inside here,” You watched as your brother sensually stroked his fingers across his own smooth chest and stomach. ”there’s nothing but muscles and organs now…”

He stood on his toes and gave you a light peck on your cheek, before walking past you towards the front door. “And if you do decide to turn me into a skinsuit again, brother… just know that process will most definitely fuse my inside with my outside… for good.”

I was chilling at my favorite coffee shop, sipping on my usual black coffee like I do most mornings. It's this cozy little spot downtown, nothing fancy, but the vibe is chill and the barista— this sweet, brown-skinned guy named Alex—always hooks me up with the perfect brew. He's shy as hell, always blushing when he hands over my cup, and I gotta admit, He tried flirting with me one time when he found out I was gay, but he's not really my type. Sorry, Alex.

Anyway, I'm minding my own business when this hot-as-fuck fratboy struts in like he owns the place. He had an athletic build, broad shoulders, and was wearing tight royal polo shirt showing off his biceps and shorts hugging those thick thighs. Cute face too, with that boyish charm, and a cocky grin that screams "I'm better than you."

He marches up to the counter, and Alex is there, all polite and nervous as usual. The jock orders something—probably some complicated frat-bro bullshit like a pumpkin spice latte or whatever—and Alex nods, gets to work. But when he hands it over, the guy's face twists up like he just smelled shit.

"What the fuck is this?" the jock snaps, slamming the cup down on the counter hard enough that some spills. "I said iced caramel macchiato with extra whip, you idiot. This is hot and tastes like ass."

Alex's face drops, his eyes going wide and sad. He stammers, "Oh, I'm so sorry I must've misheard. Let me fix that right away."

"Misheard? Are you deaf or just stupid?" the jock sneers, leaning over the counter like he's about to jump it. "Hurry the fuck up, I don't have all day. And make it right this time, or I'll talk to your manager."

Alex just nods frantically, his hands shaking as he starts remaking the drink. "Y-yes, sorry again. Won't happen twice." He looks like he's about to cry, poor guy, all distressed and biting his lip.

I wasn't having that shit. Who the hell does this prick think he is, bullying a sweet dude like Alex? Luckily, I've got these magic powers—don't ask where they come from, just know I can bend reality a bit when I feel like it. Especially for assholes like this. I locked eyes with the jock from across the room, whispered a little incantation under my breath, and bam—his smug face went blank. Mindless as a zombie. Without a word, he turns and starts walking toward the bathroom, all stiff and robotic.

I smirked, finished my coffee, and followed right behind him. No one even noticed; that's the beauty of my magic. We push into the men's room, and I guide him into the last stall, locking the door behind us. It's cramped, but that just makes it hotter. I stroke his handsome face—smooth skin, sharp jawline—and lean in close. "Your face is too pretty for such an ugly personality. On your knees, boy. Suck me off."

He drops like a puppet, no hesitation, pulling down my zipper and yanking out my cock. I'm already half-hard from the power trip, and when his warm mouth wraps around me, fuck, it's heaven. He starts sucking, mindless but eager, his tongue swirling around the head, taking me deeper with each bob. His cute face looks so innocent like this, those full lips stretched around my shaft, cheeks hollowing out as he works me. I groan, threading my fingers through his hair, gripping tight.

"That's it, you arrogant little shit," I mutter, starting to thrust. I grab his head and facefuck him hard, slamming into that pretty mouth. With each pump, something wild happens—his body starts deflating like air leaking out of a balloon. First, his shoulders sag, then his chest caves in a bit, getting hollow and light. He doesn't stop sucking, but his frame gets emptier, skin loosening, muscles flattening out. Thrust after thrust, he's turning into nothing but a shell. His arms dangle limp, legs folding weirdly, until finally, with one last deep shove down his throat, he's just an empty human bodysuit hanging from my shaft.

I pull out, wiping my cock on his deflated cheek, and lift the suit by the hair.

Grinning at that slackened face—mouth open, eyes hollow voids. "Should have been nicer," I mock, chuckling as I drop it in a heap on the toilet seat, hollow and empty, just waiting to be worn. But I have no intention of wearing him.

I zip up, stroll out of the bathroom as if nothing happened, and head to the counter. Alex is still looking bummed, wiping down the counter. I scribble a note on a napkin real quick and hand it to him with a wink. "Here's my tip bud." Then I bounce out of the shop, feeling pretty damn satisfied.

On the note was written: "Hey Alex, sorry you had to deal with that arrogant prick earlier. So I left you a generous tip at the last stall of the bathroom. What's in there belongs to you now, enjoy it. Send me a photo of you wearing my gift to this number. Don’t keep me waiting." At the end of the note was my phone number.

That same day, I received a text message with a photo from Alex in his new body.

"Thank you for the tip, sir!"

A couple of days later, I'm back at the coffee shop, craving my fix. Alex isn't behind the counter anymore, just as I expected. And at the counter on his phone is the same cute jock I turned into a bodysuit. He glanced up from his phone and gave me a smirk.

I walk towards the counter standing right next to him, and order a coffee. We had texted the day before to meet at the coffee shop today. I wanted to see Alex enjoying his new hot body in person, so here we are.

We didn't speak, he just walked towards the bathroom, and I followed him. Back to the same stall I left him his generous tip. I push in, and there he is—the cute muscular jock, but with Alex inside. I can tell by the way he smiles, all shy but excited now, in that fit, privileged white boy's skin.

"Hey," he says, voice deeper now, but with that same timid edge. "Thanks, man. For real. You gave me a whole new body, a new life. This guy's got it all—rich parents, popular, girls and guys throwing themselves at him. I've been having so much fun in this privileged white boy's body. No more getting shit on at work. I've been partying nonstop. Mason here has become very popular at gay clubs."

I laugh, stepping closer. "He looks good on you, Alex."

He leans in, kisses me with a confidence he never had before. Then he pulls back, smirks, and drops his shorts. That muscular ass pops out, round and tight, begging for it. "Wanna fuck me? As a proper thanks."

Hell yeah. I bend him over, his ass is muscular, cheeks firm under my hands as I spread them. I lube up with some spit—magic helps make it slick—and push in. Fuck, it's hot, but... "Damn, your hole's pretty loose," I grunt, sliding in easy, thrusting deep into that jock ass.

He moans, pushing back. "Sorry, I've been getting fucked by gay dudes nonstop for the last few days. Yeah, fuck me harder... nnnngghh... it feels amazing!"

That just turns me on more. I grab his hips, pounding harder, feeling those muscles clench around me. His body's perfect—tight abs flexing, back arching as I rail him. Sweat drips down his neck, "I'm glad to see you enjoying my gift," I growl, loving how he whimpers and begs for more. His ass gripping me just right despite the looseness, warm and velvety. I reach around, stroke his hard cock—it's thick, veiny, leaking pre-cum—and he shoots first, crying out as he cums on the wall.

That pushes me over. I bury deep, cumming hard inside him, filling that jock hole with my load. We pant, catching our breath, and I pull out slow, watching it drip down his thighs.

This is me, except I'm not the real Jemin and he's long gone. Confused? Let me tell you how he came to be my permanent vessel.

Three years ago...

This was my old self. One night three years ago, I had become bored of my life in Hell so I decided to wreak havoc on Earth. I decided to find myself a permanent vessel on Earth and create chaos.

I went around the city looking for the perfect vessel when I came across this guy. He was with his girlfriend on their way home from a white party, based on their clothes.

I decided to have some fun and made myself invisible. I followed him as he took his girlfriend home, all the while thinking to myself that once I'M in control, he can forget having a girlfriend as I will go around town getting myself fucked by men.

Once he dropped his girlfriend home and got home, I followed him inside. When he took off his clothes to take a shower, I realised that his bracelet has a protective charm, making me realise that he is a religious Christian.

However, I realised that I can still work around it if he would just take it off, so I waited and lo and behold, he took it off and put it on the sink. And just my luck, he was preoccupied with putting his clothes on that same sink that he didn't realise he dropped it into the sink, giving me the chance.

I immediately made myself visible again and approached him.

"Hello human... ready to have your life changed?" Hearing my voice coming out of thin air, Jemin immediately turned around and screamed in shock at seeing me.

"D-D-D-Demon!" He quickly went to the sink to put on the bracelet again, but realised he lost it.

"Your dumb ass dropped it inside the sink when you put your clothes in it hahaha."

"W-What the fuck do you want!"

Teleporting to beside him, I whisper into his ear, "I wanna make a deal."

"I want you to willingly accept me as a vessel, and in return, I will let you experience all the pleasures that I can give you."

"N-No! Fuck you! Begone demon! You're not welcome here!" Fortunately for me, I had strong powers so those words had no effect on me and he realised it.

"Well then, looks like you want to do this the hard way then." With a snap of my fingers, I lifted him up off the bathroom floor and tied his hands up with invisible binds.

"You should have taken up on my offer... you know, we could have lived in harmony, but instead you chose to do this the hard way."

Then I snapped my fingers, causing his body to convulse as he felt his soul coming out from his chest.

When it came out, his body fell to the floor and his soul was an orange orb floating in mid air.

I then wasted no time and cut his empty husk open like a costume, entering feet first. The moment I stepped inside, my feet fit him like a glove and since the real owner is kicked out, entering was easy without any resistance.

Then, once both feet are already inside, I put in my cock next, aligning it with his. Once it became one, the cock grew bigger and is waiting for release, making me moan slightly.

Meanwhile, his soul is wandering around the room, screaming to give him his body back, but I taunted him.

"Told ya ya should've taken my deal. Now, suffer the consequences of your choice." And I continued the process.

Then came the chest. It was a tight fit, but once we merged our chest, I rubbed it a little like it was made of latex and adjusted it to make them bigger.

Now, for his hands, they were a lot easier and they fit like a literal glove. Once it was just the head, I put it on my head like a full face mask.

Once fully in, I laughed out loud. "HAHAHAHA, FINALLY!" I cracked my new neck and marvelled at my new body. Damn this body is fucking powerful!

"Well thank you Jemin for the body, but I'm not done with you yet!"

Before he can ask what am I gonna do to him, I took the orb in my hand and swallows it, allowing his memories to flood my brain and give me an arousing headache as all the jolts in my brain gave me a growing boner.

"Nooo!!!" Was all he could say before he fully dissipated, and all that is left is his stolen memories that I have gained.

Then, I went to the bedroom mirror and smirked while taking a selfie to record. "Day 1 of becoming a powerful demon in disguise and it's fucking great!"

Then as I began exploring this new body of mine and thinking of buying myself a lingerie to lure man in, I suddenly thought of an idea.

What if I go back to Hell, but this time, I'm gonna cause Hell to be destroyed and let the demons run loose? I chuckled as I marveled at the thought while pinching my new nipples.

Walter and Aiden were having a gym workout together with their new bodies that they took from the real owners when they saw one of the gym goers, Dominik at the gym with his boyfriend, Mckenna.

Walter and Aiden decided to have some fun and possess the two of them. Walter slowly approached Mckenna first while Aiden approached Dom.

When they were just standing behind the two of them, they placed their hands on Dom and Mckenna's backs, reciting the same incantation they had used to take over the real Walter and Aiden.

When they touched Dom's and Mckenna's backs, Dom was the first to ask, "Hey man, sorry, we're in a -"

Immediately, the process started, and both Dom and Mckenna became scared as both Walter and Aiden, or rather the imposters, phased into their respective bodies.

Both of them screamed out loud, "P-please! Someone help!" Unfortunately for them, the imposters had made sure no one's there and since it's a private gym, it was easier. They can feel their souls getting pushed into the backseat while the spirits inside Walter and Aiden entered and tried to take full control.

Fortunately for Aiden, possessing Dom was relatively easy, as his brute strength and determination was able to help him win the battle for control as the real Dom was no longer in control.

Once in full control, the new Dom took off his clothes admired his new body. "Damn... my body's fine as fuck!" He then saw to his left that his partner was fighting for control with the real Mckenna.

Crouching down, he decided to do the one thing he knew would help speed up the process, which is to jerk the body off so that it'd leave the owner's body more vulnerable to possession.

Whimpering, Mckenna tried to plead to who he still thinks is Dom. "Please... help me..."

Smiling wickedly, the new Dom instead answered, "Oh babe... time to give up the fight and let him take over." Then Dom started jerking him off, making sure to lick his nipples too.

"Noooo..." was Mckenna's last words as at the same time he came, the impostor had taken full control.

Standing up, the new Mckenna slowly looked at his new abs. "Thanks babe... this guy was fighting really hard to kick me out, but thanks to you, I won hehehe..."

"Oh come on baby... I know you want me inside your bro..." The demon, Asmodeus, says seductively to me as I keep looking at him and looking down at my bro on the ground, dead.

A few hours earlier...

I had accidentally summoned Asmodeus through a spellbook I had found in the bookstore.

I thought it was a joke and jokingly read the incantation out loud, summoning Asmodeus.

"Hello human... is it you that has summoned me?"

I stood there, frozen in shock at the demon standing before me. He was shirtless, showing off his huge muscles and wearing leather pants. His leather pants showed off his thighs, and not gonna lie it gave me an instant hard on.

Seeing this the demon chuckled. "Well then, looks like I can grant you your deepest desires."

The demon then approached me seductively, saying, "I can hear your thoughts and looks like you have the hots for your dear stepbro, even though you 100% know he is straight and he hates you for being gay. Well then... why don't I do something about it hehe.."

The demon turned invisible, making himself visible only to me and gestured for me to follow him. He flew into Joan's room and we both saw him taking selfies naked in front of the mirror.

When he saw me, he answered angrily. "What the fuck do you want, fag?" Hearing this, the demon made himself visible again and lunged towards him.

"Mmm.. this dirty mouth of yours is gonna be of use once I...TAKE OVER!" Asmodeus then grabbed Joan by his neck and snapped it, killing Joan. Then Asmodeus put his tongue in Joan's mouth, sucking out his life force so that he can eat it, leaving the body vacant.

In the present...

Asmodeus laid him down on the bathroom floor which fit all three of us due to Joan's bathroom being the biggest.

"Fine, you caught me... I like him. You can have him. "Eventually, I succumbed to my desires and Asmodeus let out an evil laugh. He then turned to smoke and entered Joan's mouth.

Seeing this play out, I got a major hard-on as I saw Jaon's body arch its back and his muscles bulged as the demon made its way through the body.

Eventually the body stopped convulsing and slowly stood up. But instead of his eyes being the usual brown colour it turned black before returning to normal.

"Damn.. this is one hot body!" The demon now inside Joan exclaims as he begins flexing his new muscles and pinching them.

Seeing him all shirtless in his underwear gave me a hard on and I came in my underwear. Suddenly he snapped his fingers and I saw a duplicate of him standing in the center.

"You know... I found you admiring my chiseled body... why don't I give you my old body? I mean, once you're inside my old body, every part of your existence will fade and no one will remember you."

I didn't hesitate to take the offer and he turned me into smoke and threw me into his body. I can feel myself invading every part of this new body and all the sensations as the pleasure keeps building up.

Eventually I was in full control and I felt all the muscles I now have.

Suddenly, I felt multiple hands come pull me into the ground. "W-What the?! What the fuck is happening?!" "Oops hehe"

"Did I forget to mention? I'm wanted for murder after killing my dad, aka the demon king. And now... you've taken my place hehe.."

I tried holding to something, anything, but the pull was so powerful that I got grabbed into the depths of hell. "NOOOO! PLEASE I'M NOT ASMO-"

Joan then chuckled as the hole closed in and disappeared. "Now then, now that that little dumbass is gone... why don't I take some time to myself hehehe..."

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When Homelander died in the final battle with Butcher, instead of going to Hell for everything he had done throughout his corrupted superhero career, instead he found himself floating in spirit form.

"Damn... that Butcher finally got his revenge... but why didn't I disappear... and what the fuck am I?!" He looked at his spirit form.

"Maybe this is the sign that I shouldn't leave yet hehe... and I think I have an idea." He then left his old body to rot on the floor as he left the White House.

Homelander had watched Danny Phantom during his pasttime with Ryan, his son with Butcher's ex some years ago.

He found the scenes of Danny possessing someone to be really hot and had wondered if he could have gotten that power too.

He even had a secret Tumblr account where he reads people's fantasies about getting possessed and possessing someone, especially hunks.

What people do not know is that Homelander was secretly bisexual, and all of his pictures on his phone has been filled with guys he wished he could fuck and dominate.

He then decided to fly around the city and came across this guy. His name is Jonathan and Homelander remembered that they have had sex before, and remembered feeling that Jonathan was really hot and his muscles are so fucking huge!

And also he remembered all the freaky sexual fantasies Jonathan had including being Venom-Spiderman being dominated by Hollander in bed.

He decided to follow Jon home, intending to finally fulfill his possession fantasies and gain a new life through stolen means.

When he got inside, he waited for the right time and waited till Jon was on the couch watching TV. When he saw Jonathan's growing bulge and his hairy body, he immediately knew that this body was perfect for him.

He then got an idea. He slowly approached Jon and began feeling his pecs and cock and suddenly, Jonathan could feel himself getting hornier by the second.

"Mmph.. what's happening to me... why am I getting horny..." he then looks down. "W-what the-?! Why are my nipples getting hard!"

Unbeknownst to him, Homelander was biting his nipples and massaging his cock. After a few more minutes of groping his nipples, cock and ass, and Jonathan moaning and cumming without knowing what's going on, Homelander decided that it was time.

"I'm going innnn," he said before he inserted himself into Jonathan's cock, making him bounce on the couch.

The sudden invasion caused Jonathan to convulse while at the same time moaning as the cock invasion had made him hard, and his cock grew bigger. Homelander laughed at this, and the moment Jonathan heard his laugh he was shocked.

"W-wait, Homelander?! Y-you're deaaaa-" Jonathan was able to scream out before Homelander took full control of his brain.

With Jonathan's husky voice, Homelander answered, "Oh yes baby, it's me. And now... I'm about to be YOU." With that, his brain was fully invaded and Homelander is in control and his body slumped onto the couch.

A few moments later, Homelander in his new body slowly woke up and looked at his new marvelous body in the mirror.

"Well then.. thank you for the body, jon... I'm glad you 'lent' me the body hahahaha," Homelander laughed eith his signature laugh. Flexing his mew stolen arms, Homelander grinned.

"Well then.. time to live my new life hehehe..." he then took some armour he found in Jonathan's closet and went out to a gay bar he found out is having a costume party, but not before he uses the plastic sword that came with it to give himself a penetrating session.

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A few months later...

Homelander has taken over Jonathan's life and he found that he has been able to do things he wasn't able to before, like casual sex, gay sex, BDSM sex, you name it.

He also heard that Butcher died, so he was elated to hear it. "Damnnn... that fucker got what's coming to him hahahahaha."

As for the real Jonathan? He has been screaming to be let go and for Homelander to leave his body, but a few days afters the possession, he had went into his mind and killed Jonathan, making sure that he's the sole owner.

He also didn't take all of Jonathan's memories so that he can get a new start. He may have lost his powers and identity as a superhero thanks to fucking Butcher, but now at least he gets a new lease on life without Compund V.

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