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Ryan slowly woke up, feeling disoriented. He looked around, recognizing his stepson's room. But something was off—he couldn't move. It hit him then: he was tied up on the bed. Panic set in as he struggled against the restraints.

"W-what the hell? What is going on? Why I'm tied up?" Ryan shouted, trying his best to free himself from the restraints. All he remembered was coming home from a hard day of work at the construction site and grabbing a beer to relax on the couch, and then... he woke up here?

"It's ok, Ryan, no need to freak out," He heard his stepson's voice as he entered the room while holding a glass jar with a strange slug creature inside.

"Benson? You did this to me? You little shit! I'm gonna beat your spoiled ass once I'm out of here!"

"Oh, you're going to beat my ass for sure, just not in the way you think," Benson said with a smug tone, he tapped his fingers on the jar, making the sluggish creature move as if it was excited. "It was very easy to drug your beer. You passed out faster than I thought you would, and I confess it was very difficult to drag you to my room, you're so heavy. Unfortunately, I'm afraid we don't have much time left."

"You drugged my WHAT? I knew you were a fucking freak but not at this level!" Ryan tried to pull the restraints once again, but he finally realized there was no use. He sighed and looked at his stepson. "Look, let me go now and I won't tell your mom about what you did."

Benson chuckled, "I'm not sure if I believe you; I know you very well, Ryan; in the past two years, I've known your true self; you're a cheater, a homophobe, and a horrible stepdad. I can't trust someone like you, I'm not dumb. But don't worry; once I help my alien buddy take over your body, our relationship will change to something more... trustful." Benson then looked at the creature inside the jaar. "Isn't that right, lil guy?"

Ryan could swear he saw the little creature nodding its head. "What the hell is this thing you're holding? You're freaking me out Benson.... please let me go!"

Benson got on the bed between Ryan's muscular legs and slowly started to pull down Ryan's underwear, he protested, trying to make the process more difficult for Benson, but with both his arms and legs tied up, Benson easily pulled his underwear down to his ankles. "Oh my, I can see why mom likes you so much because it definitely is not because of your personality," Benson said, amazed by Ryan's girthy cock.

"That's too fucking far! I'm gonna kill you, you motherfucker!" Ryan shouted.

Benson just ignored him and opened the lid, freeing the slug from the jar; the strange black slug crawled toward Ryan's ass and started to force its way inside his hole. Ryan's eyes opened in terror as he felt something squirming inside his ass. "Take this thing away from me! Take this thing away!" Ryan pleaded, no longer trying to keep his tough, manly persona.

"It's ok, Daddy Ryan, you're going to be a much better stepdad from now on," Benson said, caressing his muscular thighs and watching the tip of the slug disappear inside Ryan's ass. For a few seconds, nothing happened until suddenly Ryan's eyes rolled back, and his body started to contort and convulse, his hips bulked up and down, and his back arched as his muscles tensed until suddenly his body went limp.

That was when Benson heard his mom's car arrive; his heart raced as he immediately started to untie Ryan as quickly as he could; he thought he could turn Ryan into his pet's host before his mom came home from work. He untied Ryan's ankles and walked out of his room; it was then realized he had forgotten to pull up Ryan's underwear, so he ran back to his room and pulled his underwear up. He made his way to the living room just as his mom opened the door and walked in.

"Hey, Mom," Benson said, sitting on the couch and trying his best not to sound too out of breath.

"Hey, sweetie, where is Ryan?" She asked.

"H-he's sleeping in my room, I think he got so drunk that he crashed in the wrong room."

"Poor thing, he works so hard, let him rest a little ok?"

Later that night, while his mom was in the shower, Benson went to check on his stepdad, and to his surprise, the bed was empty. He jumped when he felt Ryan's hand grab his neck from behind and his big bulge pressing against his ass. Ryan leaned his mouth close to Benson's ear and whispered. "Fuck... he really hated your ass, I'm trying my best to control his body not to twist your little neck."

Benson smirked; he knew it was no longer his stepdad speaking. "I thought you said you would take full control of his brain?" Benson whispered back, pressing his ass harder against Ryan.

"Shut up you little..." Ryan stopped talking mid-sentence, and then closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and then looking at Benson with more calm eyes. "I will. It just takes a while to fully assimilate his brain. There's still some parts of him left, I can still access some fragments of his memories as well as the hatred he had for you..."

"I think we could use all his hatred and use it for something more..." Benson then turned around to face Ryan and was about to caress his hairy pecs when Ryan suddenly pushed him down to his knees.

"You disgust me, you always did. If I didn't have a fucking slug inside my brain, assimilating it and turning me into a brainless puppet, I would have punched your dumb face right now."

Benson was so hard, his cock was leaking only at the sight of his hot stepdad standing over him, with his huge bulge just inches away from his face. He knew it was the alien in control, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit scared.

"Ok, I'm starting to get a little bit wo..." Benson tried to stand up, but Ryan pushed him back on his knees again and then pointed at him.

"You better keep on your knees! That's where you fucking belong." Ryan whispered, he then pulled down his underwear, freeing his throbbing massive cock, hovering his shaft over Benson's mesmerized face. "I'm gonna facefuck you as a punishment, that's what spoiled brats like you deserve," Ryan then grabbed Benson by the back of his hair and smirked down at him. "You better take every inch of punishment," With that, he pushed Benson's face to take all his length. Benson loved the way Ryan grabbed both sides of his head and fucked his mouth like he was a fucktoy. Ryan came down his throat before his mom finished her shower.

A week later, Ryan had his brain fully assimilated by the alien slug, and there was nothing more left of him besides his hot body. The alien adopted a more loving and caring personality for Ryan that Benson loved, but sometimes Benson would ask the alien to act more like the old Ryan.

Their relationship had improved so much since Ryan got assimilated. Benson's mom would go to work in the morning before Ryan, so every morning before going to work, Ryan would go into Benson's room and give him a proper morning fuck, as well as his morning load. And every time Ryan came back earlier from work, he would take his shirt off and order Benson to lick his sweaty body clean.

"These armpits won't clean by themselves, boy. You better bury your face in these hairy armpits and clean them up with your slutty tongue!"

After giving his stepdad a proper tongue bath, Benson was sitting on Ryan's lap, with his ass fully stuffed by Ryan's hard cock while he squeezed and groped his stepdad's big hairy pecs.

"C'mon buddy, suck on your Daddy's tits, your mom will come from work at any minute," Ryan said while flexing his massive pecs.

All of this revealed to Benson around a couple weeks ago when one of his stepfather's friend came over to watch some football match on TV. As if on purpose, your stepfather left instead to grab some beers from the corner store and that's when this friend of his shoved you down to the floor and smirked at you in delight

"He's been raving about your cocksucking skill ever since he slugged me during our break. Now all I want is to proof whether or not you worth the hype,"

As he pummeled his uncut horse cock to your throat, he explained in great details how your stepfather not only infected him but then face-fucked the site manager to infect him with yet another slug that laid dormant inside your stepfather's body simply waiting for release.

Then, as the stepfather's friend cleaned himself after shooting like 5 pumps of sticky white mess to Benson's face, he sunk his cock back to Benson's throat, albeit a little bit calmer now as he started speaking again

"Oh, it was a slug fest. Utilizing that site manager, your stepfather basically plotted by making the site manager to call for a 1-on-1 with the rest of the construction crew. When they entered the room thinking they will just meet the manager, they got ambushed instead as your stepfather infected them with the flooding slug in his body while the manager ensured that the door is securely locked and no one can get out or wrestle themselves free unless they got slugged first. There was like....what....50 of us inside your stepfather body? We were too dumb to notice how bloated he was during that day LOL, well, not like we were the sharpest bunch of tools to begin with,"

That statement was enough to sent Benson to stratospheric euphoria as his pulsating cock finally erupted. The idea of having around 50 men all turned into slug-controlled puppet on his disposal is enough to make his head spin! Just imagining some of the dudes that worked with his father is already a turn-on because they tend to be super manly, totally straight as an arrow and oh-so-rugged.

Having them as dominant angry top that hated on the fact that they are only hard now when Benson is the one pleasing them is simply out of this world and that's just the right button needed for him to bust. Right when his cock spurted out his load, his stepfather came back with a shit-eating grin plastered on his douchey face, cock already exposed and seemingly looking slick from pre

I was so bored and horny, and I knew my sexy roommate was passed out in his bed after a night of drinking. So of course I saw no better opportunity to have some fun with him.

I quickly changed into my ghostly form and floated into his room. It’s like he was begging to be possessed the way he had his legs spread apart and ass in the air.

I glided onto the bed and gazed at his gorgeous ass. I returned to my human form and slid his underwear down just so his cheeks and hole were exposed. I licked my lips, leaning down I shoved my face between his cheeks and shoved my tongue deep into his hole. My roommate moaned from the intrusive pleasure, but not fully awaken.

Like a dog I lapped at his hole until he woke up from his slumber, he continued to groan as I ate him out. I decided now I was gonna possess the guy.

I turned back into my ghostly ectoplasmic form and shoved my head deep into his moist, and hairy asshole. He squealed from the intrusion, but his legs only widened and opened his hole more for me. It was so hot the way he was moaning as I shoved myself into him.

I slithered through his intestines and into his stomach with a gurgle, my ghostly tail was still on the outside. It was slapping around my roommates butt cheeks like a fish out of water until I yanked it in. With a wet slurp and pop! His tight hole close around my tail and filled him up completely.

He moaned as I began filling him up with ghostly goo. His moans became gurgled as his mouth filled with ectoplasm. As I squirmed inside him he rolled over onto his back, his gut was now much larger with me In him. The young man couldnt help but to gulp me down with a rubbery squelch, and burp. I had now settled in my roommate.

“Hubba bubba you feel amazing” I say as I rub up on my body. I feel my enlarged stomach and with both hands push down on it, I could feel my stomach gurgle as the mass was pushed to my colon. My hole filled with ghostly air, I opened my tight butthole as air rushed out in a massive fart. I moaned as my stomach shrank to its normal size while I farted out the air. With a final toot my body settled back into its normal size.

OG Story: https://www.writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/2067738-Body-Possession-Journey/map/1

Brandon, the younger brother, knew that taking over someone else’s body would be wrong, but he was so tired of not being taken seriously. He was 14 for crying out loud! He felt old enough to be treated like he knew what was best for himself, but his older brother’s always rolled their eyes and joked with him. His father kept telling him he wasn’t old enough yet to be in charge of certain things or to know what was best for himself. 

Brandon knew that the only way to be respected and taken seriously was to take it for himself.  Brandon was extremely frustrated, so he went to his room and slammed the door. He hopped on his bed and just laid there with his face in the pillow for a few minutes until he noticed a strange feeling–rather, that he did not feel anything.

“Huh?!” Brandon yelled out as he looked down and saw that his body was gone. He was some kind of translucent ghost looking thing. “Nice! Can anyone hear me?!!” he called out, but no one came. He tried banging on the wall that separated his and Jake’s rooms, but his hand went right into the drywall. “This is fucking awesome…” Brandon thought before he heard some big footsteps approach his door.

“Brandon! You’ve been in there a while. Are you gonna remember to mow the–HUH!” Richard gasped as he opened the door and unknowingly walked right into Brandon’s invisible energy. Brandon was caught by surprise too as the door swung open and his dad walked right into him. But instead of a collision, he felt himself getting sucked right into his dad’s muscular body. “Oh God…” Richard said through strained grunts as his body quivered and he grabbed each side of the door frame for support. Richard moaned as Brandon was fully absorbed into him before standing straight up and gasping as Brandon’s astral energy reached full alignment inside him. “What the…Oh shit!” Brandon exclaimed as he got his bearings, instantly recognizing his father’s voice leaving his mouth. Brandon had no idea how the fuck that had happened, but he quickly closed the door behind him and stared in awe at the mirror as he watched his dad’s big, strong body do everything he willed it to do. Brandon knew he would need to get better at controlling his abilities, but for now this was his chance to feel important. He was finally the man of the house!

Richard groaned in satisfaction as he stretched his arms and then ran his hands down his solid torso. “Oh I could get used to this,” the man of the house said, only it wasn’t Richard saying that or doing any of that–he was currently possessed by his youngest son, Brandon, after an accident. He was enjoying his quick tour of his father’s body and relishing in the strength he felt as he squeezed his fists and watched his hairy arms bulge in response. And he loved hearing that deeper voice express his thoughts. He had a hard time ignoring the stirring in his dad’s jeans, but he got a grip on himself and assured himself, “there’ll be plenty of time for that later.” Richard smirked as Brandon walked his new body out of his old room and went straight to the master bedroom–the place he would be staying as long he decided to keep his dad’s body.

“I could sure get used to this,” he groaned after hopping onto the King sized bed and sprawling out. He really did feel like a king, but Brandon smirked again as he got a mischevious idea. Brandon got back up on his powerful new feet and swaggered down to the kitchen, chest out as he proudly showed off his powerful chest. The chore board was on the wall, and Brandon chuckled as he crossed his name off of lawn and pool duty before yelling out, “Smith! Jake! You boys get your asses down here right now!!” Smith came down first, standing at attention. He had always respected and looked up to his father, and then after his time in the military he was truly ready and waiting. Jake yawned as he slowly made his way up to join them. These two boys had terrorized Brandon growing up, but now, as their father, it was his turn, and they couldn’t say no. “Jake, you little fuck. When I call your name I expect you to walk in like you give a damn like Smith here. Drop the fuck down and give me twenty.” “What??” Jake asked, confused as Richard had never been strict with him before. But he didn’t know he wasn’t dealing with the real Richard–it was Brandon inside their father’s body, and maybe Jake should have been nicer. “I said drop to the fucking ground and give me twenty,” Brandon forced his father’s powerful and deep voice to say with such intimidation. “I mean why do I have to push ups when that fucktard Brandon isn’t even here yet?” Jake gasped as Richard’s hands pushed him hard against the wall. Then his eyes shot open as he felt Richard’s strong hand grip around his throat and squeeze. “Don’t you ever disrespect your little brother like that again. He’s at camp if you must know, so we’re back to you and your shitty attitude. When I let you go I expect you to drop and give me fifty. Are we FUCKING clear?!” Richard growled into Jake’s face as Brandon unleashed his pent up rage. Jake grabbed for his throat and coughed for breath after his throat was freed and immediately dropped down, blasting out push ups until his shaking arms completed number fifty. “See, that’s a good son right there. Making your old man proud. Now go clean the pool.” “But that was Brandon’s–” Jake cut himself off as he saw his father spin around with a look of fury in his eyes. Without another word, Jake scurried to the back yard and began readying the pool vacuum along with the chemicals and the pool net. That left Smith there, still standing at attention but visibly shocked by what he had just witnessed. “Smith, you were a good son getting your ass down here so fast. You’ve been a real shithead to Brandon, but you’ve really grown a lot in the military. Just mow the lawn, and then you can go do whatever. Use the riding mower if you want, I don’t give a shit,” Brandon ordered. “Yes, sir,” Smith responded before going out back to the shed to get started with the lawn. “Fuck that was awesome!” Richard exclaimed as he was by himself in the house–it looked almost comical seeing that strong man of the house bursting with the excitement of his 14-year-old son, but this was such a rush for Brandon.

Afterwards Richard, currently inhabited by Brandon, could no longer ignore the stirring in his jeans. Brandon went to Richard’s room. As Brandon passed by the mirror he could see the large bulge in Richard’s jeans twitching with need, so he pulled down the jeans and rubbed his erect dick through his underwear.

“Ooooohhh fuck” Brandon moaned in Richard’s voice, as a wet spot appeared on the front of his underwear. 

Finally he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled down his pre-cum stained underwear and grabbed ahold of Richard’s erect pole. “I didn’t know how good it felt being a full grown adult”, Brandon exclaimed from inside of Richard’s body. After about 30 minutes he felt the built up of cum in his throbbing member, “aw fuck” Brandon said as his stolen body quaked in pleasure as his long and thick dick shot over 10 long strands of thick cum.

Brandon stared at his Dad’s sexy, manly body in the full length mirror. So strong and virile. He growled a little as he rubbed his hands along that trimmed coat of hair covering that toned and powerful chest. His still hard cock stirred, letting out one last drop of cum that dropped right down onto the floor. The 10 strands of thick cum were slowly gliding down the mirrors surface and Brandon couldn’t help himself in the moment as he dropped down onto his father’s knees and began gliding his tongue up, making contact with the cum before moaning in delight as he licked up every last drop. “Ohhhh fuuuuck that tastes so good,” Brandon said in a nice, low and sexy tone. This was a violation of his dad’s body in every possible way, but he was now throbbing rock hard all over again, his pulsating dick prepared to release another fresh drop onto the floor as Brandon finished lapping up the last of that first load in his own father’s body. But as he grabbed his rod and sighed out in contentment he was absolutely sure it would not be the last.

Brandon felt out of control as he rushed for his father’s bed, enjoying the sound and feeling as he hopped on with Richard’s larger, powerful body. It was addicting. And in that moment he was overcome by so much. The combo of his own 14 year old urges and hormones roaring to life combined with his dad’s roaring, powerful body that was flooding with masculine testosterone and finally the gay urges he had started to feel in the last year that only grew stronger after he discovered gay porn. A small logical part of Brandon’s mind knew this was so fucking wrong, but the rest of his mind was overwhelmed by the temptation of the moment. Brandon lifted his father’s muscular and hairy legs in the air and then.

Brandon couldn’t control himself or wait any longer. With his dad’s muscular and hairy legs lifted up in the air Brandon quickly put one of his dad’s thick fingers in his stolen mouth, getting it wet and slick. His heart was pounding in his chest with sex and desire. He eagerly reached that wet finger down to his father’s almost guaranteed virgin hole and began rubbing the wet tip around that rose bud opening. “Ohhhhhhhhhh” Brandon cooed with Richard’s deep, bass filled voice as he ran circles around that opening, getting chills as it involuntarily tightened each time his finger got a little too close. Biting his lip, Brandon decided to bite the bullet and get that show on the road. Spitting into his hand he made sure a glob of that spit was right on his opening before pressing his right index finger up against that impossibly tight hole. Brandon closed his eyes and moaned as he pushed, so slowly, but at a steady pace. His dad’s hole was sooooo tight, or at least he assumed so. Brandon had never even played with his own teen hole. No, his dad’s manly 43 year old hole was the first one he had ever played with and he was so glad. “Ohhhh Fuck!” he gasped out as his eyes shot open and it was like he had gotten past a barrier. There was the initial opening and then a tight band, but once he got past that it’s like he just shot the rest of the finger in up to the knuckle. Brandon was beside himself, gasping out for breath and wriggling his toes around as he began gently twirling that finger around inside himself. He still got off hearing his father’s voice make such passionate and sexual noises. But it really reached a pitch as his inner exploration reached a magical spot. “OH FUCK!” Brandon shouted as he accidentally discovered his father’s prostate. RIchard’s face went bright red as sensation crashed through his body and his own 14 year old son made him finger that spot again and again and again! Brandon hadn’t even touched his father’s dick but was shocked as it reached full hardness and was no pulsating, throbbing, bright red and begging for release. A drop of precum oozed out of that amazing cock as Brandon continued to finger fuck himself with that right index finger and massaged his hairy chest and abs with his free left hand.

Just as Brandon was going to reach for his father’s huge cock all of the sudden his stolen body started to shake and Brandon could feel himself losing control of his father’s manly body. Brandon’s astral form could be seen slowly exiting his father’s body trying to hang on to anything to keep him inside but it proved futile. Once all of Brandon’s form had been expelled from his father’s body, he regained consciousness and was really confused with the scene in front of him and why his asshole was sore. 

“What?? How did I get here? The last thing I remember was going to check on Brandon.”

All of the sudden the father let out a loud deep moan and shot a giant load all over himself. Energy now spent and disoriented the father got up from the bed and looked over at his clothes on the floor and could see his sexy grey underwear with a giant wet spot on the front of the pouch. Just the father was starting to get freaked out about the hole in his memory Brandon decided to use his father’s disoriented state to jump back inside his sexy hairy body. The father let out a grunt of surprised as he felt his control of his hunky body decreasing. 

“Ughh what’s happening to me!!” 

The father yelled as his body continued to shake. All of the sudden he stopped shaking and let out a deep chuckle only now it was Brandon controlling his voice. The father looked up and his eyes were now a different shade of grey (brandon’s eye color) to signify Brandon’s dominance over his sexy body. Brandon used his stolen muscular legs to walk over to the mirror

“You know, I’ve always been envious of all the men in my family especially you” Brandon from inside his father’s body said. 

Brandon then forced his father to flex his giant mountain like biceps 

“I had to see you stride around the house with your shirt off and all these hard muscles for everyone to admire, but now they’re mine to flaunt and control.”

Brandon then noticed his father’s monstrous hairy cock rise to full hardness.

“Don’t think I forgot about this sexy cock, all those times you walked around in shorts with no underwear on, I could see just how long and thick you were and how your fat cock would bounce around with every step your powerful thick thighs would take oh how I wished I could just get a feel of it, now my dream has come true. I now can feel up your body whenever I please and use your huge cock to plow any man I want”

Brandon then forced his father’s giant meaty hand down to his fat cock and started going to town thrusting his hips and moaning so loud in his father’s deep sexy voice that the walls would vibrate. After a few minutes of non stop jerking his father’s sexy hairy cock exploded in the biggest load Brandon has ever seen and covered the mirror and everything around it in giant globs of his father’s mature seed. After Brandon from inside his father came down from his sex high he grabbed a pair of basketball shorts and with a giant smile on his face put them on with no underwear. Brandon took one last look in the mirror with his stolen eyes and admired the way the front of the basketball shorts would bulge out with his father’s cock under his control. He gave his father’s sexy hairy body one last double bicep flex and he could smell the after sex musk his father exuded. The father under the control of Brandon growled deep within his hairy muscled chest as the front of his basketball shorts started to bulge out. Time to go check on the other men of the house!

Brandon got dressed in some preppy casual clothes A fitted polo that showed off his dad’s nice pecs and toned shoulders and some khaki shorts that went a little above the knee, so everyone was able to see Richard’s amazing calves and thigh muscles. This wouldn’t be acceptable in most standard offices, but Richard was primarily able to work from home on account of owning his own company, so he could dress however he wanted except for the obvious client meetings when he had to suit up. Brandon was loving how he looked in the mirror, feeling along his father’s tapered V torso through the soft black shirt.

He figured he’d try his hand at doing a few “grown up” things and went to Richard’s home office, enjoying the feeling of the luxury chair morphing to his extra weight and putting his spine in perfect alignment. His Dad had a corporate-grade PC with a finger print reader for extra security, but he smirked as he pressed down with his new finger and watched the laptop unlock for him. He did the same with his dad’s Face ID on his iPhone and felt immense satisfaction. “Hmmmm, since I’m technically Richard for now, I guess I should do some work. Don’t want my old man to be screwed over tomorrow or whenever I go back to normal…” Brandon said aloud with richard’s deep baritone. But he honestly didn’t know where to begin. Brandon never fully understood what his dad’s job even was. That’s when an idea hit him. He thought long and hard—concentrating on accessing his father’s memories and knowledge. He closed his eyes and focused until he opened his eyes with an alert expression.

“Fuck!” Brandon said as he opened a work program and began typing away. He now knew everything that his dad did and knew how to do it exactly as well as his father! After an hour or two he logged off of the laptop, having completed all of his father’s assigned work and emails for the afternoon. The satisfaction he felt was immense. With Richard’s work done, plus it’s now Saturday afternoon, Brandon thought about what he should do? Is it time to move on or should he enjoy the weekend in his father’s body?

Yes yes yes! Brandon already knew that this was his ideal, perfect body! And now that he knew he could access his father’s knowledge and memories he knew he would be able to continue his dad’s work and other adult stuff like bills and taxes! There was nothing holding him back! Brandon didn’t know if this would work, but he stripped down naked and hopped back onto his dad’s bed. He was so hard thinking about owning this body and BECOMING Richard permanently. Brandon grabbed his father’s pulsating rod and began stroking it gently while he focused and closed his eyes. Within his mind he searched around until his spiritual avatar found the true dormant Richard. His father was trapped in stasis in his body’s own subconscious while Brandon had been having his fun, but now Brandon was ready to take things to a new level. He wasn’t going to merely possess his dad—he was about to become his dad. Brandon flopped his dad’s spirit form over onto his stomach so his back was facing up. From there, all Brandon could think to do was enter. Back in the real world, Richard’s body was stroking his cock faster and with greater intensity as Brandon’s spirit positioned itself behind Richard’s resting spirit and began to enter! Richard’s body suddenly seized and arched its back as Richard’s own spirit was invaded and possessed by his youngest son. There was no going back from this. Brandon was elated as he felt the larger soul take more and more of him in. He stretched his astral legs into his fathers—felt his fathers astral torso swallow him and seal him inside and finally their heads aligned and Brandon’s was sealed inside. “Nnnggggggggg fuuuuucckkkk yeahhhhh!!!!” Richard’s body roared as cum shot all over his chest and bed, toes curled and his sexy mature face flushed red and face tight with pleasure. Brandon opened his eyes, breathing harder than he ever had as he looked at the site in front of him. “Fuck, it worked!” He gasped before hungrily eating up every last drop of “his” seed. He no longer felt like he was an outside force in his father’s body. No—this was now his base body now and forever more. And he closed his eyes and explored his mind to prove it. Within his mind he went in front of an astral mirror and saw the proof—his spiritual form was now identical to his father. The voice inside his head was his father’s. He was truly Richard in every way. Opening his eyes again he wondered…did the merge make him lose his powers? He concentrated and to his delight he instantly transformed into an astral form only now his astral form looked just like his father! This was a dream come true for Brandon! It’s Saturday evening and Brandon no longer exists. What does the new Richard do now?

Richard gets to work…He goes to his old room and collects some clothing and essentials and stuffs them in a duffel bag. He then grabs pen and paper and begins writing the note, tapping into his former handwriting to really sell the act.

Dad, Jake, and Smith: I’m sick of being part of this family. I’ve decided to run away. I didn’t take my phone, so you won’t be able to track me. Don’t even bother to try finding me. I’m never coming back. Richard then tosses the duffel bag into a creek in the back yard and watches the remnants of his old life wash away with the current. It shouldn’t be a turn-on, but he can’t help but feel his dick hop a little as he realizes this life and body really is his now. It’ll take some getting used to as he still thinks of himself as Brandon at his core, but it’s only a matter of time before that old life feels like a distant memory. Thinking with Richard’s voice certainly helps. Time to put on the act…. “Boys! Jake! Smith! Get down here!” Richard shouts from the kitchen. The two older sons hustle down the kitchen, not wanting to upset their father after the morning incident. “Boys, Brandon ran away! He left this note!” Richard says before showing them the paper. “Quick! Start calling all your friends in the neighborhood. Get in your cars and check the neighborhood! I’ll cover the south side of the neighborhood! Go! Now!” The boys look shocked and surprised but quickly get to work–letting their friends and neighbors in town know to be on the lookout for Brandon before getting in their cars and searching. Richard goes along with the show–calling several parents with concern to see if Brandon is at their house before hopping in his expensive SUV and driving off. Except Richard doesn’t drive around the neighborhood. Nope–he’s too excited. He’s getting off on this. He goes to the mall and parks in an empty area where no one can see what he’s up to.

“mmmmm yeahhhhh” he moans as he rubs his throbbing cock through his nice khaki shorts. “no going back. This really is all mine now” Richard unbuttons and unzips the shorts, freeing his monster cock from its fabric prison before enthusiastically gripping the shaft and pumping that meat. The devoted single father that has half the neighborhood on a wild goose chase is getting off on this! The finality of it all. He knows that once there is a search and it’s eventually called off that’ll be it. He’ll have to act sad and put on a show, but it’s only a matter of time until he’s free to live the life he’s always dreamed of in a body that he deserved. The old Richard was gone forever. There was a new Richard in town. These thoughts swarmed through his mind until he finally couldn’t handle it anymore. “mmmmmfffuuuuuckkk!” Richard groaned before biting down on his bottom lip and feeling his cock shoot out wads of his virile seed. The shots of warm cum got everywhere–all over his nice shirt, the steering wheel, and one even landed smack dab across his cheek. After his breathing calmed down, Richard got to work eating up as much of the spunk as he could before stripping off the cum soaked polo and reaching in the backseat for his gym bag. He pulled out a fitted exercise shirt and swapped into it, admiring his cut torso along the way. “Well, better head back and let anyone know Brandon was nowhere to be found.” the man says with a smirk.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Richard says aloud as he sees a sex shop emporium on the drive home. With teenage delight the fully grown man parks right outside and saunters into the store. He’s given a quick welcome and told to let the staff know if he needs help. Richard isn’t looking for anything in particular though–a little bit of everything. He grabs a basket and immediately goes to the lube section, picking out all sorts of flavored lubes, regular lubes, and even some that claimed to reduce anal pain. Next up was the fleshlights. The former Brandon had wanted one ever since he hit puberty but was too embarrassed to ask for one. But now that he was Richard…he put two in his basket–one shaped like a pussy and one shaped like a tight asshole. He went ahead and got a few vibrators and then in the dildo section he picked out three so he could graduate up over time: an average looking 6 inch cock, a juicier 8 inch cock, and finally, a beer can thick 10 inch cock. It might take some time to work up to that one…. He didn’t need any porn DVDs since the web was abundant with porn, but he thought maybe later he’d get a subscription to Sean Cody. For now though he brought his basket to the checkout counter and proudly pulled out his platinum credit card. Richard was beyond excited to put these new goodies to work.

The liquor store was just across the street, so Richard thought, ehhhh why the hell not? This 43 year old man was looking forward to his first drink…well his first drink now that he had permanently gone from 14 to 43. The former Brandon had never had a drink in his life, but based on the memories he absorbed from his father, this body didn’t drink often, but when it did, ketel one vodka was the booze of choice. He excitedly grabbed a 1.75L bottle of the ketel one and picked up some club soda, orange juice, and lemons. Based on his new memories, a vodka soda with lemon would be tolerable, but a vodka OJ would actually taste really great. Richard loved being able to pull out his wallet and see his new self on that Driver’s license. Handing over an image of such a sexy, attractive man was a thrill–even more so knowing this was his identity forever and ever–or at least until he decided to merge into someone else–maybe he’d give this body a good 10 years and then merge into his oldest son, Smith…but that was all down the road. For now he was just thrilled to hand over that platinum credit card, pay, and return to his car with materials to have one hell of a fun first night in this body.

Richard pretended to answer some emails in his office. “Ugh Finally!” he said with glee as he closed the laptop and retrieved his goodies from the car. Tons of vodka, lube, fleshlights, and dildos were all his to enjoy in that perfect older body. So many firsts were his to enjoy that night. But he wondered–would it be even more satisfying to enjoy this booze and these toys with another person?

Richard licked his lips, moaning slightly as he began to undress.

He plopped down on his couch, buck naked. Richard laughed to tears. His life, His house, his ‘sons’. All his. He took a rugged hand to wipe these tears, savoring the exquisite flavor in his new tongue. This body, these tears oh happiness outpouring from the emotions he produced in them- they were utterly his. He aimed for his goodies before stopping himself. Panting and moaning felt utterly unnatural coming from the man’s gravely tongue. Building a new habit only seemed to rile him up further. The older hunk gripped his body possessively, smearing himself in the day’s grime and inhaling his own pungent scent. He began playing with his nipples nonchalantly, while bucking his hips. “No…. I think for my ‘first’ night… it’s just gonna be you and me.” Unprompted, the rock hard stallion’s dick began squirting out his seed. Unbothered, the man continued to smearing his own product. Sweat, seed and grime began to penetrate his nasal passages and he inhaled even deeper. Richard’s eyes fluttered as he gingerly places a large sampling of his own seed on his lips. Like a snake wriggling in the night air, his tongue danced rhythmically before greedily lapping up his own body ‘s produce. He sighs happily before falling into unconsciousness. “Fuck I’m delicious.” Richard’s eyes fluttered gently in dim morning light as the father appeared to be first to wake. He frowned slightly as his sons had apparently not woken up. He gave an uncharacteristic pout, pinching his nipple before winking at his reflection. “Shame we couldn’t show Smithy and Jakey what a god-bod their old man has.” He moaned as he cupped his own ass and gave it a quick squeeze. “I should check on the boys- let them know their brother might be gone, but-“ He twists his nipple a little further before moaning. “a part of him will live on, inside us.” He slaps his abs. Before uncharacteristically snarling at his reflection. “And I’m never fucking leaving.”

I’m not really ready to jump right to sex Richard thought to himself. I mean, he literally just stole this body today. He wanted to get fully comfortable with it first before jumping right into sex. That would come in due time, but for now he grinned as he unpacked his bags in his master bedroom. He made sure to lock the door. Noise wouldn’t be that much of an issue within reason seeing as how the master bedroom was on the ground floor and all three of the boys’ bedrooms were upstairs. Richard was already getting hard as he unpacked and laid out the booze and all of the sex toys he had bought with his platinum visa. God, what a thrill handing that thing over. All of that hard-earned money was his to enjoy. He fetched some ice and a glass from the kitchen and went ahead mixing a cocktail. About 3 parts OJ to 1 part Vodka. Nothing strong based on the old Richard’s memories, but something enjoyable to prime the palette for stronger drinks. He took his first sip and…

Wow that was better than he thought it would be! This body had decades of drinking experience, but its new owner did not despite now possessing Richard’s memories. It was still his first drink and he was lucky to be tasting it with an experienced tongue. That vodka screwdriver was gone after one more big gulp. “mmm damn that was good,” Richard marveled as he poured another–stronger this time at probably 2 parts OJ to 1 part vodka. “Bottoms up,” he mused before taking another sip. He scrunched his face slightly. “Well, that has a bit more of a kick,” he said before laughing. But he was man of the house now and wasn’t going to water it down. Richard tossed the drink back and set the glass down, belching just slightly as he already felt a mild euphoria that he had never experienced before. “Oh fuck this feels good,” he mused to himself as he made one more round exactly like the last one. He savored this one more, not quite tossing it back–already amazed at how his palette had adjusted and this one didn’t have the kick that the last round had. Richard wanted to really feel what it was like to be drunk before he played with all of the sex toys, so he switched over to the vodka soda–making three moderately strong rounds with lemon juice before downing them in decently rapid succession. He was feeling like he was on cloud nine, euphoric and happier than he had ever been. Richard made one more vodka soda that he put on the nightstand to nurse later on, but for right now he was feeling absolutely perfect and ready for some sex toy fun. He gasped in excitement again as he got up in front of the mirror and rubbed his hands along those carved pecs. Seeing that masculine, handsome face smiling with teenage excitement at the hotness of his own body was such a cute sight.

He flexed and clenched his pecs and abs as he massaged that torso, dick tenting in his shorts as he did so. “Fuck man, I’m such a stallion. I’ve milked this cock like 3 times today and I’ve never been hornier,” he mused to himself. “No hard feelings, Dad. I’m so glad I became you. It wasn’t enough to just inhabit you. I fucking needed to become you!” Richard remembers that moment when he used to be Brandon–when his younger astral form entered the slumbering astral form of Richard–fully possessing and merging into his own father’s soul–effectively destroying the man that raised him and making him the new Richard now and forever. “Fuck yeah this is my body forever. Fuck, I’ve got your cock, your good looks, all your muscles, your great job, your clothes, your money. It’s all mine now.” Richard’s cock was throbbing at this point so he quickly shook off the shorts and underwear and marveled at his reflection with the 10 inch cock standing straight up, hard as a steel rod. He immediately laid down a towel on the bed and pulled all of the toys into the bed with him. He was excited, but didn’t know where to start.

“Oh my god, I’ve always wanted to know what this feels like!” Richard exclaims as he grabs the smallest dildo he bought earlier and slathers it in the lube that reduces pain. He goes ahead and smears some on his hole for good measure. This sexy grown man raises his legs in the air and gently places the head of the dildo against his virgin opening. “Oh fuck that’s tight,” he groans as he gently nudges the head halfway in before the pain makes him remove it. “Need to relax a little–or maybe I need some of that lidocaine lube inside me…” Richard pumps some of that lube on his left index finger and sighs loudly as he inserts that finger inside himself, slowly up to the knuckle. He enjoys just leaving that finger in there and gently swirling it around. The lube is definitely working because he can feel the pleasure of the finger swirling, but his sphincter seems noticeably less uncomfortable and more relaxed. Richard removes the finger and lines the dildo back up, applying gentle pressure again and moaning out as this time he’s able to get the entire head inside himself. He closes his eyes and just leaves it in like that for almost a minute before taking a deep breath and applying more pressure. “ohhhhhhh fuck,” he moans out as he slowly slides that dildo deeper, half inch by half inch. He has to stop again when it’s about halfway inside, but he keeps it exactly where it is and tightens his hole around it. As soon as he relaxes again he’s able to slide more of the dildo in. This process continues over and over until he arches his back and grunts loudly as the final half inch is fully inserted inside himself. “mmmmmmmmm Jesus that feels good,” he groans as he stretches his muscular, hairy legs out, curling his toes and squeezing his hole tight around that 6 inch dildo. Richard didn’t know if he should push his luck–He was feeling so good with the 6 inch dildo. Maybe he should just fuck himself with that since this ass is a virgin ass. Then he can incorporate the fleshlights and still have an amazing night. Or should he be daring and try to fit the 8 inch dildo inside himself?!

Richard was too horny to take on the process of working up to an 8 inch dildo, feeling so amazing and full with the 6 incher. It was a bizarre sight, this respectable 43 year old father acting out the most horny fantasies of his gay 14 year old son, clearly beyond turned on by the power he had in his new body. He eagerly lubed his pulsating ten inch rod and began lowering a fleshlight onto his meat, sighing in satisfaction as he felt himself stuffed full and his own cock snug and filling a tight, slick hole. He just basked in the dual sensation for a few moments before slowly pulling the fleshlight up a bit and sliding it back down, instantly sending a shiver down his spine as he went at it again, this time thrusting a bit into his grip, growling now as the testosterone took over. Richard’s toes curled and dug into the bed as he spread his thighs wide, working rhythmically to thrust up into his grip to fuck the fleshlight, while furiously using his other hand to plunge the dildo in and out of his quickly adapting hole. “nnngggggg FUCK! This prostate went to waste all these years! DAMN that feels good!” Richard said between grunts as he continued this double pleasure. Sweat formed a sheen on his hairy and muscular body as his breathing picked up, muscles tightening as his back arched and he nearly screamed with seismic pleasure, thrusting the dildo into him one last firm time as stream after stream of cum launched into the fleshlight, filling it up so much that each pump started squirting his seed out of the sex toy oozing down his shaft and getting caught all over his thick bush, thighs, and lower abs. “Jesus Christ…” Richard said, panting for breath as he smiled in orgasmic bliss. He reached over and sniffed the manly aroma radiating from his hairy and sweaty pits, really digging his face in and even tasting that funky sweat before removing the fleshlight and letting his juices ooze into his open and eagerly awaiting mouth. “Tastes so fucking good…” Richard moaned as he devoured his own seed. And on some level, the man previously known as Brandon basked in making his new identity do this. Even though he was technically the new Richard, the old him never would have existed without this seed he now hungrily devoured with his new mouth. The world truly seemed like his oyster at this point as Richard contemplated what he could do next…

The former Brandon, now 43 year old DILF stud, Richard, woke up groggy and tangled in cum smeared bed sheets. The morning light poured into his window and for a brief moment, the new man wondered if the previous day had just been a wildly erotic dream, but with a few blinks he realized the room he was in and looked down to see the larger, masculine body that now belonged to him. Brandon still couldn’t believe he had been so impulsive! And a little bit of that reality was sinking in as he realized it was Sunday, but starting tomorrow–even though he now had seamless access to his father’s memories and knowledge–he would have to work fulltime, finish raising Jake who’s still a senior in High School, and be there for Smith as well. Brandon also wondered about his old best friends. How would they ever hang out now without it being super inappropriate? What would they think? Would they even believe him? “Oh shit” Brandon gasped softly as he simultaneously started feeling the first headache of his first hangover at the same time that his semi-hard cock hardened to full morning wood and he helplessly ground his amazing new dick raw against those buttery soft sheets that caressed his fit body. He chugged the last of the water on the nightstand and hoped that would help his head feel better, but in the meantime he resorted to the most natural painkiller he could think of as he grinned and started to slowly grind with even more intent–moaning with that sexy, deep voice until he jammed a pillow between his thighs and thrust those powerful hips over and over. He fucked that pillow with the same buttery soft thread count and caressed himself–cupping those firm pecs and playing with those sensitive nips and flexing his rippling abs and feeling along all the ridges. “I can’t believe this is all mine! This fucking body. This life! All mine. That’s right, I’m Richard now. Why waste time being more like dad, when I could just become you, old man? Fuckkkkkkkk and now I get to be the old man.” That thought drove Brandon wild and he glistened with sweat until he finally bucked his new hips wildly and felt that massive new dick launch his virile seed over yet another bed linen. There was a lot of spillage though onto his inner thighs, his trimmed bush, and even some on his cut abs, but Brandon was not grossed out at all. In fact, he fingered a lot of the excess into his own mouth–tasting his new seed yet again and grunting in approval as he rammed his hips with the last few spasms of his orgasm. “That’s what a real man tastes like,” Brandon said with a cocky smirk on his mature face. This morning orgasm had distracted him from his earlier conundrum, but as he got up and decided a shower was in order, he quickly got back to worrying where his day should head after he washed off the layer of filth accumulated in such a short time since permanently taking over his own father’s body, mind, and soul.

SA Spooky Encounter

After Scrappy Doo’s excommunication from the Mystery Inc. gang, he found his way to Spooky Island and began working in conjunction with the demons who inhabited the island to conquer the world through an ancient ritual that involved removing the souls of the living and the demons possessing the bodies of the individuals to protect them from the sun’s rays, which were lethal to the demon’s sensitive skin. Scrappy’s plan was to lure groups of college students to the island under the guise of it being a fun new spring break destination, have them possessed, and then teach the demons how to assimilate into society. Scrappy had gotten his plans together, and it was time to put them into action.

Scrappy brought his first group of young adults over, which included three very handsome college roommates who were ready for a week of nothing but booze and hot girls. This group included Collin, a very tall and lean cross country runner with beautiful blonde hair. There was also Michael, a mechanical engineer student and cheerleader with a tight and toned body that he didn’t care to show off. Rounding out the group was Seth, a self-obsessed weight lifter whose body was absolutely massive. The group exited the plane that morning and began there partying almost immediately after getting checked in.

That night, the party moved from the beach into the resort. Everyone was having a fun time drinking, talking, and dancing. No one had a care in the world. Collin was lounging on a couch near the window wooing a pretty girl, and he was about to get lucky. He began to rub his hand up her leg when her eyes widened in horror. “What’s wrong? I didn’t mean to make you feel uncom–” Collin was cut off mid-sentence as he heard the large window behind him shatter. There were multiple terrified gasps as he turned to come face-to-face with a massive, ten-foot-tall demon. The girl ran from the beast, but Collin was frozen in fear. He gulped and took a couple of steps back before being grabbed up in the demon’s massive claw. Collin struggled against the creature’s grip. It was no use. The demon breathed out a stream of green-tinted breath, which knocked Collin out cold instantly. Everyone was scared to death. That’s when it got worse. Dozens of these demons began appearing in the resort through windows, doors, underneath the floor, and so on. Seth was grabbed up pretty quickly after Collin, but Michael had managed to escape outside and into the forest surrounding the resort. He leaned back against a palm tree and caught his breath. He sighed out of relief and tried to devise a plan of what he should do next. That’s when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around, and one of the massive creatures let out a horrific growl at him. He was quickly swept up in the monster’s hand and tranquilized like the rest of the beach-goers had been.

As the spring breakers began to wake up, they realized they were trapped in a massive group in a cave, all of them bound with ropes. All of them except Seth. Seth was shirtless and trapped on a cross-shaped contraption with his hands stuck out to his sides and cuffed down. His feet were on a pedestal that had him lifted about three feet off the ground. His ankles were also cuffed to the contraption. As they began to rouse more, they noticed a man on a ledge overlooking them all. On the ledge was a joystick that appeared to control a pincer-like device that sat above a glowing vat. “Wha… what the hell is going on?” Seth demanded from the man on the platform. The man said nothing and instead began to work the joystick, moving the claw device closer to him. It hovered over his bare chest for a moment. Then, the man thrust the control forward, plunging the pincer into his chest; however, it didn’t hurt him. Instead, it began to glow blue around the area it had entered. The claw closed in his chest and began to pull backwards. It seemed to be dragging something out with it by a translucent blue tail. Eventually, a head emerged from Seth’s chest. It was a protoplasmic form of Seth’s head. Seth’s body fell limp after the extraction.

“Dude,” Michael leaned over to Collin who was bound next to him. “Is that his fucking soul?” The mechanical arm moved the claw over the vat and dumped Seth’s protoplasmic head in the vat below. Soon after, one of the demons jumped up from a crevasse in the ground and made its way over to Seth, its lanky body drudging slowly through the cave. It took its large paw, lifted Seth’s limp chin upward, and pulled his mouth downward. The creature took its other hand and began to push it slowly down into Seth’s mouth. The creature seemed to turn to particles as Seth’s body inhaled its new host. The creature’s arm was in, and before long, the body was manually swallowing the creature. After a few seconds, the last bit of the demon made its way down Seth’s throat, as his mouth closed tightly around it. Seth swallowed his new host hard as the creature landed hard in his stomach. Two more workers came over and helped the possessed Seth off the cross and led him away. This same process was repeated over and over until all of the students had been inhabited. They were taught how to act in the new society they would be going into, and they were sent on their way.

Seth, Collin, and Michal’s demons returned to their university and went through the motions of the men’s lives; however, they also had fun in the men’s bodies along the way. The creatures would have orgy after orgy in their new skin suits, sucking each other off and learning the wonders of the prostate. They couldn’t wait for the millennium ahead of them inhabiting these hunks.

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Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. After a few more groups of young adults had been brought over, the Mystery Inc. gang was swept up in the mess. In typical fashion, though, they were able to solve the case and save the day. This solution caused all of the protoplasmic heads to be released, sending them on the hunt to find and reclaim their bodies. The trio of friends made their way back to their university tougher, preparing for their imminent conquest.

Upon arrival, Collin found his body first. It was lounging in the friends’s apartment just watching TV. Collin’s spirit flew in through an open window as the creature got up to head to the kitchen. It heard something stir in the hallway, and when it turned to look, Collin’s head collided with its mouth, shoving its way in and knocking Collin’s body on his back. Collin’s spirit struggled for control, but Collin won out, and the demon was ejected from Collin’s chest, followed by a shower of green light. Collin raised up on his arms as his eyes widened in horror not knowing what to do next. The creature raised a hand to snatch him up, but sizzling welts began to form all over its body. The creature tried to cool himself off, but it was too late. The sun had hit the creatures sensitive skin, causing to explode almost immediately. Collin was dumbfounded. He shook off his exasperation, however, and made his way over to where he thought Michael’s body would be. 

Collin made it to the gym locker rooms the same time Michael’s protoplasm did.  They were right on the money. Michael’s possessor was showering off alone after cheer practice, leaving him wide open for attack. Michael propelled himself forward, gunning for his mouth. The creature turned in time to see the disembodied, translucent head trying to assail it. It swatted Michael’s spirit away, causing it to bounce off the walls as the spirit covered Michael’s mouth with his hand to prevent entry. “You really think that’s going to stop me?” Michael jeered. Michael’s spirit flew around his body’s ankles and legs before ramming himself up his own ass. The creature jumped at the sudden entry. His spiritual head found his way out of his rectum, up through his digestive tract, and eventually forcing his creature out with a stealth attack from below. Michael’s body fell back on his ass, propped on his muscular arms. Michael’s attack from below pushed the creature too hard for it to exit his chest normally. Instead, Michael opened his mouth wide as the creature was thrown from his throat. The green light began to glow from Michael’s throat followed by the shriek of the demon. The demon’s head came flying out, proceeded by the rest of its lanky body as it was thrown against the floor. Michael had expelled the beat from his body directly into the sun’s rays projecting through a window. The demon didn’t even have time to return to its feet before it had been thrown to smithereens. Collin walked over and helped Michael to his feet.

“You okay Dude?”

“Yeah,” Michale replied. “I don’t ever want anyone to tell me to get my head out of my ass ever again, though.” The pair laughed, and Michael got dressed before the duo headed off to find their other friend and make sure he returned to his body alright. They ran back to their apartment to find Seth’s head buzzing around the front door.

“The dick closed the window,” they heard Seth’s voice yell out desperately. The pair snuck to either side of the door. Michael counted down from three on his hand and threw the door wide open. Seth’s body was right behind the door, stunning the creature enough for Collin to collide with the mouth of his hulking form and slide down his throat. The force of the collision knocked Seth’s body on its back hard. The internal struggle in Seth was apparent, but something was off. Nothing was coming form Seth’s exposed chest or even his mouth. Seth’s stomach began to expand and bounce wildly. That’s when the two friends’ eyes widened in horror. The green light began to glow through the zipper of Seth’s skin-tight jeans. 

“Shit, shit shit,” Collin exclaimed. “ We have to get his pants off!” The pair quickly rushed to Seth’s aid as Micheal unzipped Seth pants and they pulled them down around his sneakers. Luckily he wasn’t wearing any underwear because no sooner had they gotten the pants down than two huge hands emerged from the tip of Seth’s penis, clutching the floor on either side of the bodybuilder. They heard the creature shriek as it heaved the rest of its form out of the piss slit. Seth’s dick hole stretched significantly to accommodate the exit. Finally the entirety of the creature was ejected from Seth’s cock. The creature slammed the door, cutting off the sunlight. It began to stalk towards Seth, and all the man could do was back his half-dressed body away from the creature on his hands. The creature began to reach towards Seth’s exposed body when he heard Collin yell, “Take this, you ugly bitch!” Collin yanked the shades up, flooding the room with sunlight. The creature yelled as he burst into flames. Michael helped Seth to his feet. Seth pulled his pants back over his now slightly hard member. 

"Come join me, Daddy, I've been working my glutes so hard today just for you," tempted Dillon to his DILF of a Grindr date, Vinnie.

The excited DILF quickly undressed himself to give the much-younger hookup of his a good time, not knowing that he's been compromised.

The senior FBI officer found himself in tough position when Dillon revealed a much fearful strength that Vinnie never expected coming from a guy weighed around 170 to 180 pounds. This is the kind of strength reserved for 300 pounds dude or something! His resistance proven to be futile as Dillon then started impaling Vinnie's old tight hole mercilessly in the sofa, and that's exactly when the infection initiated. The fucking also proven to be way too intense for the old man aa he succumbed to a sudden heart attack, before the multiplied alien revived the agent back from the dead and fully filled his consciousness as the sole controller of the DILF body

Vinnie then quickly cleaned itself as Dillon already fulfilled its mission, not even bothered to finish the sex that the two of them started. As both of them spilled their cum all over the floor and the sofa, they then quickly gathered themselves to prepare for more infection to happen

"I'll go back to my office and you'll wait for your 3 other flat mates, okay?"

"Sure thing,"

"Let's reconnect later after I infected the whole office, will give you an update when you should come,"

Borh of them speak monotonously with no inflection whatsoever, but after a brief silence, their facial expression turned a bit more relaxed and there's this warmness that radiated from their skin

"Much better, thanks for the initiation,"

"No problem,"

On tiptoes I whispered, “Love you Colt,” in his ear.

Cautiously, I glanced around. The coast was clear, and I yanked down his jeans.

“This is going so be so much fun,” I murmured to myself as I walked around him.

His back was just as huge, his flannel shirt barely hid his impressive frame.

Lifting the back of his shirt, I ducked under. I immediately was but in the face with his musky odour and muscular back.

In the darkness, I felt my way around his expensive physique, enjoying our closeness. I was confident that I was in no danger, he was just an empty husk of a man he used to be.

I couldn’t wait anymore, and began to push into his body. Pulling him him on like a mindless glove puppet. My shape writhed below his clothing, slowly diminishing the further I pushed into Colt.

Taking his arms, one by one I stole his strength. Into his back, under his shoulders. I felt myself standing tall, tiptoes again as I was drawn into his head. His catalog of memories opened up and I felt them become mine.

A low grumble left my lips as I took more control. Stepping forward I slipped easily into his lower torso and legs - disappearing completely into the monster.

“Fuck yeah,” I groaned as I yanked on my stolen dick only to trap it back in my jeans. “Save it for latter.”

I was already comfortable, and felt so natural to be this big. Flexing, I felt the tightness of the shirt knowing that I could spilt it easily… I didn’t, it was one of my favourites.

From around the corner I could hear something, grunting and a struggling. I walked along the side of the house and into the rear garden.

It was my son, Brody.

He was writhing, and struggling to catch his breath. My boyfriend, Sam had him pinned to the ground and was forcing his way into his body.

His legs, ass and waist were already inside. I could see Brody was weakening.

My son looked up at me, with a confused, pleading expression.

“I never had this much trouble taking him,” I said.

It was true, I’d been living inside Brody for the few months and only pulled out minutes ago. Even so, it had been enough time for him to recover, although in a weakened state.

Colt, had been our plaything for much longer - months, and had since become an empty void when left without anyone in control - just how Brody would eventually become — a sock puppet.

With one last push, Sam was in and forcefully took control of the jock. I knew Brody intimately of course, but to Sam he was all new even though he had fully access to his memories.

He got to his feet, and looked at me. A smirk appeared on his face as he pulled on his T-shirt.

“Feeling ok son?” I asked.

“Perfect,” he replied.

I stretched again. “Glad I divorced your mother,” I said, “makes this all so much easier.”

It was a shame, they had loved each other, but having her around just didn’t fit in with our plans. I stuck it out for six months posing as Colt. Being the best husband, and father I could in the circumstances - no one noticed after I took Cody’s life.

When I told Brody, he wasn’t happy. Wanted to leave, and stay with his mother. I had no option, but to bring our plan forward.

One evening when it was just the two of us, I confronted him and pleaded with him to stay with me after the divorce. He threw back in my face that he knew I’d been seeing another guy, called Sam? It was true, while I’d been running Colt’s life, I’d still been meeting up with my boyfriend. I had been careless at some point and he’d seen us. That of course, left me no option.

It took little effort with Colt’s body to subdue Brody leaving him unconscious. With a bit of effort, I puled myself free of Colt’s body. The giant remained motionless, empty. An affect of long term possession, simply an empty host.

It took me a good couple of minutes to take Brody. He was younger, and smaller than me, even so the kid had a good body. It was a squeeze, but after a few moments any evidence of my aggressive possession had subsided and with that his mind opened up to its new owner.

I got to my feet, and redressed in Brody’s clothes. Typical high school teenager, as I flipped through his thoughts and memories I realised how busy his social schedule was - “this is going to be fun,” I smirked.

Taking Colt’s mobile, I sent a message to Sam saying things had changed and to meet me at the house.

He was surprised when Brody answered the door and invited him in, until I showed him the stoic Colt. Needless to say, I needed Sam to take the reigns of the giant for a month until the divorce went through.

Colt was empty, pliable and his no Will of his own, whereas Brody was still fresh and I had to stay inside him and wear him down and make him weak. I had to be the kid, run his life, love his mom and for now his girlfriend. Although things were going to change, slowly at first. He would eventually choose to stay with his father after the divorce, and then all the pieces will fall into place.

Sam helped me strip Colt, and with a little trouble, I shoved my boyfriend into the giant. He groaned, and struggle initially with the rush of power and memories. Within an hour, his own mom wouldn’t even know someone else was in the driving seat.

In public, we both played our parts. I went to school, hung out with Brody’s friends and regularly satisfied his girlfriend. Sam performed perfectly as Colt; gym, friends and work. Colt’s wife lived in the house, in the guest suite. Everyone played nice, and at times it was awkward, but we managed it.

During the nights when she wasn’t at home, let’s just say we had some intimate father/son time. We took turns, and it was amazing. Sometimes Sam would pull out leaving Colt dormant, initially it felt like I was cheating on Sam using Brody, but he convinced me otherwise. I couldn’t leave Brody yet, he wasn’t ready so I pushed into Colt using his son’s body. It was an amazing feeling controlling the giant this way.

It took weeks to complete, Colt handled all the lawyers, and the divorce. Mom was a little upset when I eventually told her I wanted to live with my father, but I promised I would visit regularly.

With life settling down, and into a routine. I sensed Brody was nearly ready, his soul felt dull and pliable. Sam had picked up my tricks and could pull in/out of Colt with ease.

One day, while I was doing chores in the garden, I was surprised to see Sam come around the corner.

“I want this so much, being Colt has been awesome, but it’s not where I want to be,”he told me looking me up and down. “I need to be the son is this relationship, like our original plan!”

I smiled, with a little relief. While I enjoyed living Brody’s life, my heart yearned to be an adult, the big muscular giant of a man that Colt had always been.

“I can say he’s about ready, he might put up a struggle, but he’s not as strong as he once was..” I told Sam.

“I can do it, “ he pleaded.

Stripping, I knelt, and pulled myself free of the teenager leaving him to collapse on the grass.

Chris Hemsworth x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut 🔞, bottom Chris Hemsworth and Top Male Reader, voyeurism, and language

BOTTOM: CHRIS HEMSWORTH

TOP: MALE READER

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You, and your husband Chris Hemsworth, had invited Tom Holland, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, and Robert Downey Jr. to a movie night at your place. It was an 8-season TV show series called House that all of you had watched and decided on watching together.

Tom and Evans. wouldn't stop talking about it so you decided that a movie night with all of you would be interesting. Chris agreed happily and helped you set up, getting snacks, drinks, and decorating the couches with soft blankets you had around the house. 

But, little did he know that you had something else planned for all of you. 

This was gonna be so much fun.

You watched as Chris tried to find where the movie was playing. You had gone to your room earlier and pulled out a toy from your dresser drawer and hid it behind your back as you snuck up behind your husband quietly. 

You put the toy on a nearby table and snaked your arms around Chris's waist, pulling him flush against your hips. "I wanna make this fun, Sweetheart~" You whispered sensually in his ear. 

"Oh? What kind of way?" He murmured back, now half-focused on the TV. You didn't miss how he softly shuddered and leaned back into your arms slightly. "Be a good boy and bend over the couch for me, ok?" You mumbled in his ear, kissing his jawline and trailing down to his neck. His breathing was noticeably deeper and his body temperature had risen. 

"I-I…" He started but whimpered when I brushed a hand against his growing hard-on. He huffed and crawled onto the couch, bending over the backrest and teasingly arched his back. I bit my lip and admired Chris's body.

He was wearing a pair of sweatpants that fit snugly around his body and a surfing shirt that you had bought for him for his birthday.

You caressed his round ass, squeezing and spanking it.

You loved the way it bounced and jiggled in your hand. You yanked his pants down, smirking at the fact that he wasn't wearing underwear. 

"Naughty little boy~ What were you trying to do, hm?" You spanked him again. He gasped and jerked back into your grasp. You took the toy off the table and spread the lube around the toy and Chris's hole.

You stuck the toy in abruptly, making Chris moan into the couch. You took out the remote and set it on level 1. You felt his ass up again, squeezing his cheeks while he squirmed and whined under your touch. 

You were both startled out of your trance when the doorbell rang. You smoked his ass one final time before stepping away. 

"They're here~" You smirked and walked towards the door, hearing Chris struggle to pull his pants back up and quickly put a pillow over his hard-on to try and act natural. 

"Hey, Bitch. I called you 5 minutes ago. What were you doing?" Robert said smugly, smirking up at you. You rolled your eyes playfully and stepped aside. "Come on in then." You said. One by one they came in and went to the living room. 

"What's up, John Florence," Robert said and flopped down on the couch, letting out a comfy sigh and wiggling deeper into the cushions. "Tom and Rob would not stop talking about this show the whole ride here." Sebastian sighed with a smile.

Evans wiggled his eyebrows at you. "Look at you and Hemsworth, all lovey dovey~" He teased before joining Seb on the couch. Evans fell back onto the couch and rested his head against Sebastian's thighs, smiling and looking up at Seb as he playfully flicked his face.

After Tom practically ran in and snatched the seat next to Robert, you closed the door and sat next to Chris and pulled him into your lap, wrapping a blanket around you both to hide both of your erections. The show started and you grabbed a drink off the table, leaning back and sipping from it occasionally.

About 20 minutes in you subtly turned the toy on, feeling Chris flinch and hide himself in the blankets. You ran your hand up and down his thigh, giving it a firm squeeze. He twitched his hips back into yours, a shaky sigh emitting from his lips. You moved your hand to his abs and shot down into his pants, teasing the head of his cock with your thumb.

"Ooh~" Chris whined and bucked subtly against your hand. You turned the toy up more and hid your smirk in his neck. You softly kissed his sensitive neck, enjoying the sight of him writhing and twitching.

"Something wrong, big guy? I didn't know surgeons turned you on so much." Robert teased playfully.

"No, I'm fine…just…hot…" He mindlessly responded, his neck and ears red and hot. Robert shrugged and turned his attention back to the screen.

"Your feeling hot because you can't help but get turned on by me practically fucking you in front of everybody~" You whispered in his ear.

He let out a particularly loud and desperate whine. One that caught the attention of everyone in the room. They all looked over discreetly, eyes widening as they saw his cock in your hand.

"They're all looking at you, baby~" You growled and your hand trailed up to his shirt, squeezing his pecs and pinching his nipples.

"F-Fuck…" He breathed out and turned his face to the side, embarrassed. Sebastian looked up at Evans with a smirk and sat up, crawling towards him and tilting his face up.

"Wow~ You're so red~," He said slyly. Evans's fingers tangled in Sebastian's hair and yanked it backward, making him let out a sudden moan.

"Ask first," Evans growled. Sebastian looked at you with heated eyes, his hand resting on Chris's thigh.

"Please, M/n~ May I please kiss him?" He begged, his puppy eyes looking up at you softly.

"Of course." You said and switched to the other side of his neck to mark him. Chris moaned loudly as you turned the toy up higher, slightly hearing the buzz come from within him. His hips jerked faster into your hand, his cock twitching in your hand before he came all over the inside of the blanket.

"Bad boy~," You said and threw the blanket out of the way, exposing him to everybody.

"You all couldn't keep it in your pants for 1 whole episode? You got through half of it but not the whole. I better see some more action if you're gonna have the audacity to interrupt my show." Robert said, leaning back to watch. Tom was sitting quietly, mesmerized by the scene, and hid his crotch in a cushion pillow.

Chris gasped as he was pulled off the couch and fell on his knees, bending over the table in front of the couches. You bit your lip and got behind him. Everyone watched, their hips grinding into their hands and grunts filled the room.

Chris grasped for something to grip onto as you took out a condom and rolled it on. You poured lube on his hole and spread it around with the tip of your cock.

He jerked his hips back into you desperately, whining and moaning loudly.

"Beg. Beg for me to fuck you." You said and spanked his ass hard, causing him to flinch.

"Please, M/n! Please…fuck me!" His Aussie accent was thick and desperate. You rammed into him suddenly, moaning at the warmth and tightness even though you had fucked him hard the night before.

You saw his eyes roll back through the table's reflection and he let out a deep groan. Your hands grasped his hips and you slammed in and out of him, pushing the toy right against his prostate.

His legs were shaking as you practically pinned him down and fucked him out of his mind. You turned the toy all the way up and threw it to the side.

"The horny guy wanted a toy up his ass~" Robert breathed out, shaky and airy.

"He's such a fucking whore~ His cock is leaking all over the floor. Such a dirty thing~" Sebastian moaned and fisted his cock. Evans wrapped an arm around his waist and dry-humped Sebastian, kissing and praising him softly as he watched you two fuck. Robert and Tom jerked each other off, their hands crossing over each other as they tried to hump into each other's hands.

"Fuck fuck…fuck- oh I'm gonna…cum…" You groaned and slapped his ass hard. He gasped and gripped the edge of the table and came all over the floor under him. You followed after him and slammed once more, cumming inside of the condom.

"Such a messy, little bitch." Sebastian giggled.

You pulled out for a moment to take off the condom but before you could throw it away, Evans was suddenly behind you and grabbed Chris's hips, slamming him back onto your cock.

Your dick went deeper inside him, making Chris sob from overstimulation.

"Please! Please!" His broken moans filled the room. You couldn't help but fuck back into him, sliding your hands up his arms and interlocking your hands with his hands. Chris was pinned down with your body as Sebastian stole the chance to kiss him again.

You continued to pound into him, slamming your dick into his prostate again and again hitting his pleasure spot.

His pleasure tears dripped onto the table and his whole body shook as he racked up another orgasm.

Sebastian stood up and gasped loudly, shooting his load all over Chris's face. Evans grabbed Chris's jaw and let out a soft whimper as he came all over Chris's face.

"My turn. Scoot aside, losers." Robert joked as he and Tom stood up. You grabbed Chris's short hair and pulled his head back, pinching the tip of his cock so he couldn't cum.

"Go ahead. He's free to use." You smirked, knowing he got off to the feeling of being watched and used. Robert and Tom came on Chris's face, most of it mainly being aimed and shot into his mouth.

He swallowed without hesitation and you finally let his desperate cock go, letting him squirt onto the floor. He let out an embarrassingly high-pitched whine and he collapsed against the table.

You shot one final load into him, caressing his red and bruised asscheeks. You pulled out and let him flop against you, exhausted. The rest of them re-dressed themselves and continued watching the show as if nothing happened.

You washed him up and got new clothes for him. You let him sleep on top of you as the rest of you continued with the movie night.

Alternative version:

Scotch, Dark brown, filtered ran down his throat as he placed the glass down on the marble counter. It was a celebration so he felt obliged to take it. (Y/n) sighed as he placed the cool, empty glass on the counter and looked back, the party was for the lastest release for the final part of Marvel's Infinity War Series of Films.

Playing the titular Superheroes in Spandex and costumes felt like a dream come true, but the after parties were the biggest after those. Many would gather at BnD’s, Casinos, Luxury hotels to celebrate its success and this was like none other. The adoration and love of everyone was always so overwhelming, like a heavy weight on (Y/n’s shoulders. With the fame comes that, but he always had his friends to lessen the burden. Specifically, Chris. The God of thunder had amazing success with Ragnorok and has always had your best interest in mind when you two worked together, he kept his humble, kind, understanding mentality which made him such a lovable person. He slowly crept up behind (Y/n) and slid down to the seat beside him. His cheeky smile and goofy but gentle shove made the actor scoff. 

“Having Fun?” He asks, and (Y/n) turns to him and shrugs shyly. 

“Parties aren’t really my thing, a stiff drink yeah but, can’t deal with all these people, you know?” He explains, and Chris turns his head to the party goers behind them. He sees Chris and Rob chatting, mostly Robert. Sebastian and Tom trying to not to be too cheesy, Scarlet and Don playing the calm and cool sides, perfectly resembling their characters. Chris turns back and leans in a bit. 

“If I could be honest, I’m not the biggest fan either.” Chris said, and (Y/n) rolled his eyes. 

“Coming from Thor? Mister God of Thunder, dude women worship you, it’s kinda creepy.” (Y/n) said. 

“Comes with the territory.” He replies, and his confident smirk slowly fades to a more humble and calm demeanor. “You’re a Great actor too, You’ve got your own little cult.” He says jokingly and (Y/n) tries to hold his laugh. 

“They’re good people.” (Y/n) replies, “just wish people didn’t see me as some icon, just a guy.” 

“A splendid guy.” Chris replies, and the sudden bit of flirtation caught (Y/n) a bit off guard. He squints a bit and looks suspicious. 

“How much have you had to drink?” He asks, and Chris gives a shaky sigh. “Enough to know that, I’ve wanted to talk to you about this before but, I never knew if you.. well..” Chris rumbles on, and (Y/n) slowly began to piece together what he’s asking. 

“Are you asking if I feel the same way?” (Y/n) said, and Chris looks like a cat caught his tongue. (Y/n) sees the charismatic man fumble on his words, he lets out a laugh and stands up. Chris’ eyes keep up with yours and you nod. “I’m gonna check out the bedrooms In this pad, must have soft ones.” (Y/n) says and walks off Chris was actually at a loss for words, his focus turns to the others, Scarlett, Don, Tom and the others, they all gave him a few smiles and smirks. Essentially telling him to take his shot. Chris bit the proverbial bullet and stood up to follow. The party continues to rave successfully, but eventually began to slowly dwindle and die.

Sebastian and company were a bit concerned that their Co-Actors have disappeared though the night. Tom was the first to go searching for his friends though the lavish home of the party thrower, with it dying down the crowds have dwindled to hanging out, passed out, or too busy sleeping around. Fortunately the same thing can be said for his co-actors. Tom peers into a few rooms but mostly silence. But what cuts him off was the soft creaking echoing from one room.

He, albeit a bit reluctantly, approached the door to gently crack it open to the huffed and huddled sounds of men. He could only crack the door slightly to avoid being caught, as he could only make out the back of a man. His hands around the lower end of something in front of him as his hips thrusting. Tom wasn’t particularly the most upfront person but he could quick decipher what was going on. Before he could even think he instinctively backed away from the door, trying to compose himself, Suddenly he was caught up by the others who approach. 

“Tom. You seen them? I can’t… find…” Chris slowly began to trail off as his eyes slowly turn to the door, everyone’s ears picking on the sounds, the perverted ideas began to flood the sauced across and they slowly crept to the door.

They watched with bated break though the crack, trying not to get caught by their friends, (Y/n) was too preoccupied pleasing his partner as his hands gripped his waist firmly. Gently but sternly thrusting himself inside, biting his bottom lip to avoid too much noise, Chris grips the bed. Face down in the pillows to also muffled his heavy grunts. Unfortunately it still wasn’t enough and they were discovered.

But the others kept their distance, simply enjoying the show. They watched (Y/n) pick up the pace, his body leers over Chris’ body. Holding him close and tight. His breath trailing down the neck of Chris sent shivers down his spine anticipating the climax.

(Y/n) grunts like a caveman, overtaken by lust he clamps down tight on Chris, letting his Load cream his insides. Slowly coming down from his high. (Y/n) let’s go of Chris, gently letting him down as he slumps next to him.

The others slowly back away, pretty satisfied with their discover. It makes all the other times they slipped away, given much more, erotic context...

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Thank you guys for reading this.

Thanks again to the two amazing people that helped me do this. @squippy360 did the main version and @ornii did the alternative version. They helped me so much they were lifesavers with this so thank you both again...

⚣✋🏻 A/N → Another idea partly inspired off one of my previous Jason posts. Dude is the definition of scary dog privilege. "and my man, thank you to my man." WARNINGS: Jealous/Possessive Behavior. Minor Swearing and Threats of Violence. Cute Fluff.

⚣✋🏻 Summary → It's no secret: Jason is a jealous and possessive boyfriend. But, many don't think about the benefit that comes along with that. He's hella protective. Sometimes it's overbearing, other times, it's very helpful.

⚣✋🏻 Words → 1.4k

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At some point, Y/N had gotten used to it. Was it annoying? Yes. Did it feel overbearing at times? Countless. Did he secretly love it and felt the world’s most (concerning) validation from it? Absolutely.

But, when looking at the situation and its circumstances as a whole, it made sense.

When he and Jason first started dating, there was definitely a vibe of him being a gruff but soft teddy bear who was clingy and needy for love and attention when with his chosen lover. But, when around literally anyone else who was not said lover or other people were in the same room as his chosen mate, he’d turn into the world’s scariest guard dog.

It was the general rule of Scary Boyfriend Privilege. Only the designated boyfriend could see their boyfriend’s soft and needy side. Anyone outside that got the ‘murderous if you get too close’ grizzly bear side.

Extremely hot and sexy, but it could be a bit (a lot) much at times. 

⚣🔴 A/N → I forgot I had written these out and had them on my old account. Did a little fine-tuning to them though. WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI | it's an NSFW alphabet so just expect the unexpected and the expected.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This man can go from rough and hard to soft and gentle in literal seconds. It’s like watching someone come out of a trance or possession. He’ll clean you up with a fresh rag and make sure you’re comfortable, especially if you’re sore (you’ll most definitely be). He’s clingy though.

You won’t get anywhere without him right beside you. And he won’t say it, but he loves it when you try to take care of him too. Jason is dominant and prefers to be in control, but that man is as needy as a newborn baby, and it gets 10x worse after sex.

⚣🌃 A/N → So, remember when I said I wasn't going to re-write and re-vamp Nightwing and Shadow like I did Primal? Hehe, funny story... I lied. HOWEVER, I did follow the original plot line...sort of. Just made it easier and smoother to read, along with SOME proofreading and fixing SOME grammar mistakes. So, this should roll out much faster than before (that also is possibly a lie knowing me). WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI | MAJOR THEMES of NON-CON/DUB-CON | A/B/O Dynamics | YANDERE Behavior | Mentions of Blood | Bondage | Lactation Kink | M-Preg | Oral Sex | Knotting | Implied Stalking |

⚣🌃 Summary → A new vigilante, Shadow, takes to the streets of Gotham, protecting its innocent Omegas against arrogant and brutish Alphas and the arbitrary and oppressive laws that support their criminal-like behavior. Yet, what will he do when in both his civilian and vigilante lives, he's plagued by the very same problems he's fighting against?

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Welcome to Gotham City.

Known for its less-than-sunny atmosphere and crime-riddled streets, the city holds many titles under its mantle. One of them being ‘Utter Hell for Omegas.’

In the old days, Omegas were rarely seen as love interests, romantic partners, or even just random associates you’d nod at on the street. Nope, they always had two roles attached to their titles; Fuck-Toys and/or Baby-Makers.

Not much has changed in the present day, save for a few laws passed here and there that criminalized some behaviors. In truth, these new laws and punishments were the equivalent of putting a toddler in time-out before rewarding them with a cookie later for acting like they were ashamed of their behavior.

Mr. Hall:

Before the great shift happened I was your typical Math Teacher. Most of my students never listened to me but that’s probably because I never had a backbone with them. But I have a feeling this year is going to be different. Especially, with my new body.

The worst student I have ever had was Trevor. The kid was a great athlete but flunked 12th grade a couple of times and I always ended up having him in my class every year.

Which I understand most of the material isn’t that easy to grasp but you would think the kid would have it down by now. But Trevor would always come in to class cracking up jokes or he would leave to go to the bathroom only for me to find him out in the hallway bullying some kid.

This last semester I was fed up with him. I needed this kid to finally graduate. So I decided to tutor him after school everyday.

And then one day Trevor and I were going over his course load getting ready for his final. That’s when everything changed. One moment I was writing on the chalk board and next moment I was sitting in a chair towards the back of the classroom.

Panicked at first, I see my body in front of me who also started to panic as well. I figured out that my body was currently inhabited by another student and Trevor was no where to be found.

I walk out to the hallways only to find a mass amount of panic. People all around were searching for there bodies.

But for me, I already found my body and didn’t really care about trying to figure out what happened. I went back into my classroom grabbed my keys and phone. And headed out for the day.

Back at my house, I decided to lock my door so no one could bother me. I quickly ran to my bedroom to explore my new body.

Back when I was in school I was never popular. I was a shy and nerdy little gay boy who was always picked on by guys like Trevor. So you could imagine having a body like this was something I could only dream about.

Once I got to my bedroom I decided to strip off all of my clothes down to my boxers.

I ran my hands over my built chest. Damn, this kid is ripped! I played around with my nipples a little bit causing me to let out a moan.

I then ran my hands out to my new thick thighs. Slightly massaging them only to cause a tent in my underwear.

Completely turned on I start to talk to myself,” oh Mr. Hall that feels so good… I’ve been such a bad student but I want to make it up to you.”

That’s when I pulled down my underwear revealingTrevor’s huge member. I start to stroke it.

“Oh that feels so good. I can’t believe I’m Trevor now. I’ve got these strong arms, huge feet, and just look at my cock.”

I was getting closer to climaxing.

“Oh Mr. Hall I love the way you touch my cock. Keep stroking it, it feels so good. Oh god, I’m going to cum.”

That’s when I let out the loudest moan causing me to climax all over myself. And before cleaning myself off I had a little taste of my new semen. Trevor tasted so good.

I didn’t know it at the time but that was my first day of summer. The school decided given the events of the Great Shift that they would wrap up early this year.

June:

At the beginning of summer, I started out by getting to know my body better. I loved to roll play with myself and I even purchased one of our school’s letterman jackets. Which was so hot!

I also found out that the real Trevor ended up switching bodies with some nerd he would bully around at school. Don’t you just love how karma works out.

July:

This was probably one of the most fun months I’ve had in awhile. I found out that my good friend Couch Carter also swapped bodies with one of the students. I never knew that Carter was this kinky.

We spent most of our nights either having sex or playing video games with each other.

We even went on vacation together! Here’s me sun bathing on a boat we rented.

August:

By the time August rolled around I was finally comfortable with my body. And boy did I love to show it off. Couch Carter and I decided to start going steady with each other but kept it quiet from all of the other students. He even moved in with me!

And now the new school year was just around the corner. And tomorrows our first day back in class. I decided to get a new wardrobe since none of my old professional clothes fit my frame.

I have to say I look pretty sexy all dressed up! I’m sure with this new look my students are going to perform so much better! I mean how could anyone keep their eyes off of me.

The best part of my day is when I get home and Couch Carter gets to undress me.

chad meeks-martin x male reader x danny brackett.

wc: 4.8k. genre: smut. warnings: explicit sex, threesome, spitting, gagging, throat-fucking, slapping, rough-handling, double-penetration, dirty-talk, video recording, top!danny, top!chad, bottom!reader.

a/n: and i thought i couldn't get nastier.......

request: anon.

“and...” chad centered the tripod by the foot of the bed after locking the legs sturdy to the ground. the camera was tilted down at a slight degree, framing the bed into position, and once the stability met his standard, he pressed the record button with a smile. “we’re set.”

Part 1 can be read here.

Part 2 can be read here

“Damn it” Fatso thought to himself as he kept on containing himself inside Rikishi “Here to more troubles”.

“What the hell was that?” Batista grunted and slammed the door heavily behind.

“What was what?” Fatso replied, still managed to use the last of his possession to use Rikishi’s voice.

“That was not how it was planned.” Batista moved closer.

“Oh, sorry that I farted inside yoOOURR MOUTH…” Fatso fell back to his voice, as half way through the sentence his face popped out of Rikishi’s, and then quickly got sucked back in.

Batista stumbled back, confused at what was happening. “What was that?”, as more of Fatso’s face came out and vanished again. “Is there something in you?”

That question gave Fatso a great idea. Although he was not very sure it would work out, but given his situation this would be a very satisfying way out.

With that in mind, Fatso took a deep breath in, tried to use the very last of the possession to pull his last   trick off.

“Mate, there is something hurting at my ass. Could you please taAAAKEEE a LOOKK?” Fatso said, half in his voice half in Rikishi’s.

“No way, you are pulling that disgusting thing again.” Batista said, slightly backing off.

“It really iSSS. YEWOO IT REALLY HURTS!” Fatso yelled, completely losing control inside Rikishi’s face. He was only doing his best not popping it out Rikishi’s face.

“Ok fine! Don’t you dare!” Batista grunted, as he moved around Fatso-Rikshi’s back and squatted down, using his hands to push around Rikishi’s butt checking the muscles.

“Perfect” Fatso thought, “now let’s hope this shall pay off.” The ghost took one last shook as he fully dislodged inside Rikishi. If Batista could saw Rikishi’s face now, he would see a confused expression, followed by Rikishi’s eyes crossed out.

“Seems find to me… WAAA!” Batista’s sentence got stopped halfway as Fatso pushed Rikishi’s butt down his mouth again. The force made Batista felt on his back, after which his mouth got muffled by Rikishi’s ass, again.

“GODDAMN IT” Batista screamed in his mind. But this time he felt something weird. Batista didn’t feel the vigorous muscles move as Rikishi’s signature butt-rub move. It felt more like Rikishi slopped his ass on Batista’s face.

Fatso knew this won’t last long, so he wriggled his tail and try to pull himself out of Rikishi’s through the ass. This created a PFFTT sounds, and from outside it sounds like Rikishi just farted inside Batista’s mouth again. Within inside Rikishi’s body, Fatso yelled loud enough so Batista could hear: “Fool you twice!!” and processed to further slide out of the asshole.

Batista got the exact same feeling again. His cheeks bulge out as some ectoplasm started feeling up, but this time the ecoplasm shrunk down further. He felt like a gigantic snake was slowing making its way down his throat, and since he couldn’t bear it anymore, he started to push Rikishi’s body away.

“Well that won’t help me much” Fatso said to himself, and decided to pushed more outside Rikishi’s ass into Batista’s mouth. As expected for such tight movement, he soon got stuck. “Oh well, can’t help much”. He felt the pressure, knowing that Batista was trying to push his old chubby fleshies away. “This could be useful!” he claimed, and pulled his body together inside Rikishi’s belly, ready for what came next.

“RAAAW” with a loud shout Batista managed to fully shove Rikishi’s body away. To his surprise, he got recoiled pretty hard by Fatso pulling himself out of his previous host body through the rear way. With all the combined force, Batista’s head bounced back on the floor and hit itself pretty hard, enough to give Batista a slight concussion. He glanced forward to see what was hanging outside his mouth: a gigantic balloon in the human’s shape. He panicked, but as the result of the impact Batista passed out, leaving Fatso’s girth hanging just around his lips.

That impact helped the fat ghost getting the hardest part inside Batista. He tried to look at Batista’s face, just to see his new host’s cheek massively bulge out. “Thanks so much buddy” Fatso said ironically “and let’s celebrate together” as he squeezed himself through. At one point, Batista’s tongue pressed against Fatso’s belly button, giving the ghost a little giggle. “Damn that tickle, fleshie!”. Fatso took a deep breath and pushed most of his bodies in, leaving only his hands and head hanging out.

As the big belly sunk inside Batista’s toned one, it was like compressing a large balloon inside a small room. Batista’s body took a huge jump up from the floor, ached its back forward. Having reached the limit, his belly expanded out, like Batista just swallowed a massive air balloon inside. His legs became chubbier with more fat around the thighs. His ass bubbled out and pressed heavily against the floor, and of course his dig shoot straightly up the sky as Fatso’s tail fitted.

“Oh boy, this will be hard to look at” Fatso said, looking at the muscular skinny hands of Batista left behind. “Final dive in 3… 2… 1…” Fatso took a breath and quickly disappear inside Batista’s mouth, created a horribly loud PFFTTT sound. Batista’s face, unabling to hold such mass inside, formed triple chins. The entire mass then slowly got swallowed down to the hands, as they became more of a fat guy.  With a final swallow, an increadible BOOM sounded inside Batista’s belly. With the eyes still closed, a full grin appeared on the face. Fatso has fully located himself inside.

The chubby Batista rolled over to his side and stood up. He checked himself in the mirror. “Boy someone put on weight huh?” Fatso chuckled inside Batista’s, as he rubbed the bloated belly with his fat arms. “This has some problems as always, but it shall be **burp** worth it” Fatso burped half way, feeling tight all around even though the ectoplasm has already pushed Batista’s body way beyond the limit. Just when Fatso started to get used to it, people started knocking on the door.

“Urg, more troubles arrive.” Fatso thought to himself. “Can’t look like this to the public, ain’t it muscle-boy?” Fatso rubbed his fleshies belly. “Well let’s fix you right UPPPPPP” the ghost took a massive breath in. Slowly, all the fat around Batista’s body disappeared. The fat man steadily turned more and more muscular and tuned.

“That should work” Fatso sighed, trying his best not to breath out as he knew that would reverse his effort. “Let’s see how long I can stay in here” Fatso rubbed the now-washboard abs, and as he pressed against the skin there was a fart coming out from Batista’s ass. His round belly got fully compressed inside, and as Fatso-Batista laugh the fat ecotoplasm – washboard abs shook around.

The director broke in, “Was everything alright?” he asked, as seeing the fainted Rikishi with his head facing toward the floor and Batista’s standing.

“He was drunk – you should do better jobs at checking thiS” Fatso said using Batista’s voice. Only at the end he nearly slipped back to his tone. “I’m off for today” he said quickly, and walked very quickly out of the room toward the parking lot. “That’s it for today. I am done”.

“But you haven’t changed…?” yelled the director. At this point Fatso ignored, knowing the longer he stayed, the worse it shall get. He quickly walked to Batista’s car, slammed the door and pulled up the window. Making sure no one was around, Fatso let out a heavy sigh, popping his ghosted belly over Batista’s toned one. “This is muccchhh better” said Fatso through Batista’s voice, rubbing his ghostly belly with his fleshies’ hands. “But let’s hit some gay bars first”. As the ghost sucked its ectoplasm belly back in, he slowly drove away, chuckling satisfyingly.

“Alright, I should have everything I need now.”

In the early morning light, a 20 something year old man by the name of Mike was ruffling around with a drawstring bag. He plucked various items out of the bag and laid them out on his bed. A lighter, a piece of red yarn, a picture of his gay half brother Ricky, a few strands of his hair, and a freshly sharpened pencil. A sly grin spread across Mike’s face as he looked over the materials.

He then pulled out a large, folded piece of old parchment paper. The paper was a dark yellow in color due to its old age. Mike carefully unfolded the parchment and read it to himself.

“Inscribed on this scroll is a powerful spell to take over another living creature’s body as your own vessel…”

Mike read through the scroll, although he skimmed through most of the warnings and potential side effects section. He only really started focusing once he made it to the instructions section. He laid out the paper to his side and began to execute the instructions step by step. First, he wrapped the red string around the pencil and tied it into a knot. Next, he tied the hair around the eraser of the pencil. Then, he used the lighter to set the eraser on fire. He waited until the flame engulfed the entire tip of the pencil. Once it was properly ablaze, Mike could carry out the very last step to the spell. Write his target’s name on the parchment paper three times, write his own name, and then draw an arrow connecting the two.

Richard Valenzuela, Richard Valenzuela, Richard Valenzuela…

Although only the eraser was on fire, Mike felt as though his entire hand was burning as he wrote. The fire grew stronger just as Mike wrote the last few letters. Once the deed was done, the fire quickly slithered down the length of the pencil. It nearly reached Mike’s hand, but he was able to throw it just in time. The pencil disintegrated into ashes within a matter of seconds as it flew across the bedroom. Mike groaned. He knew he’d have to clean that up later. 

But regardless of the mess, Mike was smiling on the inside. He had successfully performed the spell! But now he wasn’t sure what exactly he was supposed to do next. Mike sat on his bed, waiting for something to happen, until suddenly he felt an intense wave of nausea overcome him. His forehead was throbbing as he tried to endure the vertigo. Mike fell back on his bed while gripping his head. His vision went to black while he laid on his bed, completely unable to move.

When Mike came to, he found himself transformed. He was no longer a human being but rather a floating, translucent ball of white smoke. But that wasn’t the only major change Mike went through, he had somehow teleported too. Mike wasn’t in a bedroom anymore, and from what he could gather from his surroundings, he seemed to be underneath the driver’s seat in a car. Mike was also able to guess who the car belonged to. Although he lacked a proper nose now, he was still able to pick up on the strong smell of musk hanging in the air. He had a pretty good hunch on whose car he was in thanks to the smell.

“What the fuck is that…” 

Mike heard someone above him talking. That confirmed his hunch- he was in his brother Ricky’s car now.

Mike watched as Ricky hunched over to get a closer look at him. Ricky squinted his eyes and he had a puzzled look on his face. Mike couldn’t blame him. He’d probably be confused if there was suddenly a bunch of white smoke in his car too! 

Ricky tried fanning the smoke out with his hand but to no avail. Growing annoyed, Ricky decided to roll down the windows. But as he did so, Mike started gravitating upwards towards him. He was floating at eye level with his brother. The smoke emanating from his core was really starting to fill up the car now, faster than Ricky could fan it out. Mike willed the smoke to go inside of Ricky through his nostrils. Ricky coughed and gagged as he accidentally inhaled some of it. Ricky hunched over as he went into a full blown coughing fit while Mike continued spewing his smoky life essence all over him. Slowly but surely, Mike’s soul was trickling into Ricky’s body. Within the next minute, Ricky had enough of Mike inside of his body for him to start taking control. Mike wasted no time in exercising his new vessel.

Let me in!

On Mike’s command, Ricky threw his head back with his mouth hanging wide open. Mike then swiftly moved inside his mouth. Once inside, Mike began releasing smoke at neck breaking speed. Ricky’s eyes dilated and his cheeks puffed out as he swallowed mouthfuls of mist. Mike could feel his presence growing inside of Ricky’s body. Each and every cell in Ricky’s body was getting taken over by his soul. From his thick thighs to his muscular arms, from his fingertips to his facial muscles, every part of Ricky’s body was relinquishing control over to its new owner. Within seconds Mike suddenly had the ability to feel again! He moved Ricky’s hand over to his crotch and grabbed his cock. He began massaging his member, causing it to grow harder and longer as he did so.

“Mmm…! Ack!! Mmmmm…!! Ohhh…” Ricky moaned in between groans. Despite gagging, Mike could feel how much pleasure Ricky’s body was in while possessing him.

Yeah, you like that you little cum slut? You like it when I use your hands to stroke your cock? Let me in then! Let me take over your body all the way!!

Ricky relaxed his throat muscles, which allowed Mike to roll the core of his soul down his throat. Ricky’s chest puffed out as he swallowed the last piece of Mike’s soul with a loud gulp. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily. Getting possessed really worked up a sweat in Ricky’s body, but it was complete. Mike had successfully taken over his beefy brother’s body and he couldn’t help but smirk as he relished the feeling.

“Whewwww! FUCK it’s hot in here!!”

Mike ripped his wife beater off to let his new sweaty body cool down. He loved the sight of Ricky’s hairy body from his point of view. Ricky was always the more active (both physically and sexually) of the two brothers. Mike decided to take over Ricky’s body

He leaned over to his hairy armpit and took a deep whiff of his ripe pit smell. His pits had just the right blend of deodorant, natural musk, and just a touch of body odor to create a scent that was truly intoxicating. Mike couldn’t stand how smelly his brother could get. Yet for some reason, Mike simply couldn’t get enough of his musk while possessing Ricky. It must’ve been Ricky’s gay thoughts invading Mike’s soul. Mike wanted to restrain himself, but he just couldn’t! He wanted/needed more! He was letting out guttural moans with each sniff he took of his dank pits. 

“Mmmm, fuckk yeahhh…”

Mike couldn’t help himself. His fully erect cock formed a tent in his pants, practically ready to explode through the fabric! His dick was sensitive to the touch. It was like electric shocks ran through his body as he rubbed his throbbing member. His hands reached down to his pants and yanked them down in one smooth motion, causing his cock to spring up once it was free. 

“Wheww goddamn, Big Bro!!” Mike was impressed by the sight of his brother’s hefty dick coupled with a set of low hanging, hairy balls. Although it was slightly shorter than his own, Mike couldn’t deny that in terms of girth, Ricky had him beat. 

Mike purred as he wrapped his hand around his new cock. He gave himself a couple of pumps, stroking his pulsating dick at a steady pace, and groaned obscenely loudly. Ricky’s cock was still hypersensitive from being possessed. Mike wanted to edge for a while, but with how good and warm he felt just wrapping a hand around his junk, it quickly became clear to him that he wasn’t going to last very much longer. 

With that thought in mind, Mike went ahead and jerked off at full force. He quickened his stroking speed while pinching his nipple with his free hand, all while moaning out loud in his car in public without a care in the world. His breathing became shorter and labored, the warmness in his face and groin area grew warmer, the pressure in his twitching cock became unbearable. 

“Agh! Ah!! Urghhhhh fuckkkkkk!!!” Mike let out a guttural groan as ropes of warm cum came shooting out of him like a geyser. 

He was panting for breath by the time he finished cumming. Mike looked down at himself and grinned. The sight of his brother’s stolen body covered in sweat and cum was getting him aroused again even despite having just finished mere moments ago. He rubbed down the sweat and cum into his pores. Mike loved the feel of Ricky’s chest hair on his fingers. He gave his perky yet firm set of tits a quick flex, just for fun. 

Once he was satisfied, Mike finished cleaning up after himself. The post nut clarity was kicking in, it occurred to Mike that he was still in public and without clothes now that he tore everything he was wearing apart. 

Mike drove back to his brother’s place. He had to use his hands to cover up his junk to avoid flashing the neighbors, but he made it back home safe and sound. Mike went ahead and took a quick shower before putting on clean clothes. Once done, Mike was ready to go out with his brother’s body for a day of fun, but the possession fatigue had caught up to him. Mike was exhausted! He decided to lay down for a quick cat nap. Mike threw himself into Ricky’s bed with his ass perked up (because why wouldn’t he now that he had a fat ass?) and fell asleep. 

Later that same day…

Without meaning to, Mike accidentally napped most of the day away. Mike woke up to the sight of the sun starting to set. He must have been even more tired than he realized, but that didn’t matter to Mike. At least he was well rested for a night out now!

Mike let out a big yawn while he scratched his chest. At first, he didn’t notice the sudden lack of chest hair because he was still waking up. But as soon as it registered how smooth his chest was, Mike went into a panic. His eyes shot down and surely enough, he was back in his own body. Mike was disappointed, but now that he was out of Ricky’s body, he was free to possess someone else!

Or so Mike thought. He thought he wanted to possess someone else, but his mind went straight back to Ricky when he thought about who to possess next. Mike couldn’t explain why but he craved being back inside of Ricky’s beefy body. All of his body hair… How thick every part of his body was… How good it felt to jerk off that cock… How sweet his cum tasted… It was no use. Mike was hooked on Ricky’s body. He needed to possess him again!

Mike hopped out of bed, ready to perform the magic spell on Ricky again. However, he didn’t notice that Ricky was waiting for him just outside the bedroom door. He nearly screamed when he almost ran into him.

“Morning, Lil Bro,”

“Oh- Hey, Rick! How long have you been standing there…?” Mike said sheepishly.

“Possess me again.”

“Wha-” 

Ricky practically threw himself to Mike’s feet. Naturally, it caught Mike off guard.

“PLEASE possess me again, Lil Bro!! I know you were inside of me. I don’t care how or why you did it, just please do it again! I never knew how good I could feel until I felt what it’s like having a man inside of my body! Please, Bro! I feel so empty without you inside of me! Please possess me again!!”

Ricky was panting and drooling like a hungry dog. Mike wasn’t sure how to react at first. He almost wanted to tell Ricky off right then and there, but then something caught his attention. As Ricky was begging with his head to the floor, he had his back arched. It gave Mike a clear view of the white jockstrap he was wearing. 

The sight of that waistband reminded Mike just how badly he wanted to get back inside of Ricky. And after Ricky’s grand display, it was more than crystal clear that the feeling was mutual.

“Alright, I’ll possess you again.”

“Fuck yes!! Take my body, make me yours!!”

Ricky shot back up on his feet and grabbed onto Mike. He was holding him in a tight embrace, pushing his body against his own as if to make him phase into him.

Their bodies rubbed against one another with full skin-on-skin contact, but no matter how hard Mike and Ricky pushed, they couldn’t get Mike back inside Ricky. So when that wasn’t working, they decided to try a different route.

Mike was the first to plant a kiss on Ricky. Ricky did not hesitate matching Mike’s energy and kissed him right back. The two men fell back onto the bed as they passionately made out. Loud kisses and sensual groans filled the room. Their clothes soon came off as they proceeded to the next step. Mike spit onto his hardened cock and rubbed it along his length while Ricky fingered himself as a warm-up. Once he was ready, Ricky lifted his legs onto Mike’s shoulders. Mike stepped closer, tapped his cock head against Ricky’s hungry hole, and eased his member into him inch by inch. 

“Ssss, ohhh fuckk…” they both whispered under their breaths. Mike could feel the warmth of Ricky’s ass envelop his dick as he slid all the way in. Ricky was moaning and squirming as his walls opened up to accommodate Mike’s well-endowed cock. Mike started off slowly at first, but once they were both comfortable, he picked up the speed of his thrusts and pounded away at Ricky, who was loving every second of it.

They fucked like wild animals in heat. The whole house was filled with obscene noises. Mike groaning, Ricky moaning, sensual kisses, Mike’s balls clapping against Ricky’s bubble butt, the bed frame creaking and more. But they weren’t fucking just to fuck, they were fucking with intent and purpose.

Mike stopped thrusting into Ricky for a brief moment. He leaned down to lay on top of him, cock still planted deep inside his ass. Ricky wrapped his arms and legs around Mike’s torso and pulled him in closer to him. The two men embraced each other tightly. They each pushed their bodies into the other’s body with as much force as they could muster. Then finally, after enough rubbing and pushing, it happened.

They transcended physical boundaries Mike’s body began to phase right into Ricky’s body. Ricky’s moans grew in intensity as he felt his brother’s presence growing inside of him. Their bodies aligned perfectly. All of Mike’s body parts slid right into Ricky’s like a custom tailored suit. Head to head, torso to torso, dick to dick, and ass to ass. Once again, Ricky’s body puffed up momentarily as it opened itself up to welcome its new owner. With one final hip thrust, Mike possessed Ricky once again by fucking his way in.

“Nrghhh uuughhh fuckkkk…!”

Ricky’s body couldn’t handle any more stimulation. He wound up shooting his own load as well as his brother’s load thanks to the body possession. It was both glorious and obscene how much he came. Mike sighed a heavy exhale of relief. He was more than ecstatic that he was able to take over his brother’s body again. It truly felt like home, and this time, he was ready to last more than just a few hours possessing him.

As for Ricky, the idea and the feeling of having a man literally inside his body was more satisfying than anything Ricky could ever do in bed. And what made the experience of getting possessed even better was having a man take full control over his body. It was total domination, and it was something Ricky loved to do. All he could was smile with bliss on the inside as his hands began moving under Mike’s control again. 

And as the beefy muscle bear laid in bed covered in bodily fluids, a cheeky smile grew on his face. It was a smile of pure satisfaction and pleasure, one that could only be achieved when both possessor and possessee are happy.