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I had been planning the costume for the New Year party for a month now; well actually ever since my new neighbour moved in!

Paul was built, he was perfect for what I had in mind of course. He had only just separated from his girlfriend before he moved in so didn’t really know many people. I introduced him to my friends and soon we were moving in the same circles.

I invited him over, and we really got on like a house on fire, which was fortunate for me. We became good friends, but for me there was a deeper motive.

We used to hang out most nights watching the game and the like, sometimes in my apartment, sometimes in his. I’d kicked off my plan a couple of weeks earlier, handing in my notice and telling my landlord I’d be moving out at the end of the year.

I’d been clearing out my apartment, and Paul had only just noticed. He asked me where all my stuff was going and I told him I’d lost my job and was moving back to my family at the end of the month; he looked sad and offered his sofa – I smiled and was happy that all the pieces were falling into place.

I sold the remainder of my stuff before I moved in with Paul, damn he greeted me shirtless and I gasped.

I bit my lip and settled in for the night.

I spent the rest of the week getting used to Pauls routine, he was a friendly guy and enjoyed the simple things in life.

It had been a week, and tonight was my end; I got him a beer and slipped some formula into it felt a little sad as I handed it to him, that night we both had a great time.

Paul went to his room, and I laid on the sofa – I felt emptiness and guilt as I heard Paul groan and go silent.

I walked inside cautiously and gently shook Paul trying to wake him from his deep sleep; unsuccessfully. I knew this chapter of Paul life had ended and I was about to start the next.

I pulled back the covers and rolled Paul onto his front he was a heavy built guy. I dropped my shorts and got on the bad, touching is wide back I pushed a nail into his back, sliding my hand down I smiled as his skin and muscle parted.

Climbing on Paul’s back I started to climb inside his massive his frame, pushing down into his legs, his arms and finally pushing up into his head – I groaned for the first time using Paul’s voice as I felt a tightness across my back as it sealed me in.

I rolled over and looked down at my new pecs raising and falling, my hands explored my muscular physique. I smiled and pulled the covers back over me and turned over and went to sleep to fully absorb Paul’s memories.

The next week went smoothly, I was Paul and not a single person noticed any difference and if anyone asked about the old me, I simply told them I’d gone back to live with my family.

And as for the costume party, I was a big hit!

Joey duplicated every time he jerked off.

It didn’t matter how or where. He would just be beating his meat watching gay porn and he’d hit that inevitable amazing climax. His orgasms were legendary of course, his body rewarding his fast tracked reproduction with a dopamine hit higher than the moon. It was like fire, the eruption of euphoria that was the feeling of feeling of cumming out a whole clone of himself. Immediately having the clone finish off the dregs of the cum that he was born out of. The two of them cuddling to watch more gay porn, mostly as a hobby.

Sad that the handsome batards only lasted with regular intake of his semen, but he was a responsible pet owner. If they were good they got to fill up on his fresh life force as much as they wanted.

Still, buying enough tracksuits was becoming a little financially annoying.

He’s probably flush the older ones tomorrow, just because they were getting demanding. It was a shame almost, but only barely.

Sick of a housemate? Sick of a friend?

Spray em.

It only takes one ounce of raw DNA and a cheap can of Quicke Clone and your problems are over.

His young brother, Mathew, was getting real annoying lately, pathetic drunk that he was. Tanner had picked the sorry guy up six times this month, the 29 year old arrested half of them.

He shook up the can and sprayed at the dope saturated zombie in front of him. His brother not even bright enough to register the stream of mist, curdled as his brain was.

Tanner had jerked off enough into the can to make sure the transformation was as fast and easy as the packaging advertised.

The mist curled around the drug addled face of his brother and it seemed to sobered him. Not from the alcohol and smoke infusion he’d gotten high off of, but rather from the brain cells flowing in to replace the old worn out meat rotting inside the empty skull.

Tanner watched fascinated and just a little too excited as the powerful spray worked its charm. His brother’s sallow skin filling out like a balloon with Tanner's tanned slight muscles, popping out every needle scar and misbegotten tattoo. His brother’s patchy face grew in like a manicured lawn, light brown hair trimmed and healthy.

The form filled out before the mind could catch up, tightening the worn out stained tanktop and basketball shorts his brother hadn’t washed in weeks. Mathew seemed confused by the change, some aspect of Tanner’s wiser brain cells activating to reflect on the strangeness of his stronger body and new found distaste for the aftertaste of pot on his tongue.

Tanner could’ve stopped then and been satisfyied with his much improved younger brother. His pa would’ve been so proud up in heaven, watching how he helped his brother from his fall from grace.

But Matthew wasn’t worth a redemption arc. Or any of Tanner’s hard fought brains and body. The only guy who deserved that was Tanner. He concentrated the spray on Matthew’s face and it power washed any remains of the guys face and mind from its pathetic roots.

Tanner could see his self come into existence. The guy standing patient as Tanner finished of the bottle just to make sure none of Matthew tainted self stuck around to bring him down.

Tanner identical to the last pore, smiling calmly at him. Only differentiated by his sorry excuse for clothes, the last bits of Matthew’s waste.

“Think I need a shower Tanner” the guy said.

“Think I could help you with that Tanner” Tanner enjoyed himself saying. “Mind if I join you?” He said, already knowing the guys answer.

“You know I don’t” he said, predictably.

They walked to Tanners truck and he let the new guy drive. Matthew wouldn’t have been let anywhere in this truck that wasn’t the back, strapped down in a drunk stupor. Tanner though, Tanner could trust himself.

They left the empty can behind them as they drove off to a night to themselves. Finally free of their useless brother.

Quickee Clone.

Spray and Problems Go Away!

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

CORPUS, Inc - Pride

CORPUS, Inc. was basically the most important (and only) company in its niche. Every program involving possession, body swapping, renting skinsuits, or anything else you could imagine, was guided by them. From small businesses to government initiatives, everything was infused with their technology, contracts, workers, and more.

And why? Well, because CORPUS, Inc. basically never let a single opportunity pass them by, ever. Any gap in the market was detected by them – growth opportunities, everything. Did the elderly hate going to nursing homes where they were abandoned? Give them new bodies. Was crime on the rise and prisons overcrowded? Select the best bodies and put them back to serve society. Was the medical system rusting? New bodies!

So when June arrived, coinciding with the start of the World Cup festivities, the answer was simple: allow tourists to inhabit the bodies of locals in Mexico and other FIFA host cities, enabling them to attend matches without spending a fortune on lodging, flights, and more (or at least, if they were going to spend a lot of money, it was best to do so with them).

But June's significance wasn't solely due to the World Cup; it was a peak month for LGBT+ Pride celebrations, marches, parades – a massive economic boost that CORPUS, Inc. couldn't afford to miss out on. So… what could they do amidst the celebrations of all those football fans, especially after having already raffled off some of their bodies to other foreign fans? Simple.

Give them those same bodies.

Who wouldn't want to be in the body of a muscular fan wearing a tight-fitting tricolor jersey that left nothing to the imagination? The body-swap company should thank the fashion industry for providing the perfect trap for anyone interested in enjoying Pride Month in Mexico.

Oliver (24, UK)

I used to be somewhat… thin, not really a social person, always encapsulated in my own little bubble. Celebrations and that kind of thing weren't my thing, but something in the advertising for CORPUS, Inc. tempted me to sign up for one of their packages. I hoped that the atmosphere of the parade, the clubs, and the whole party vibe of the city would make me "come out of my shell". Although I wasn't expecting a body… like this.

Literally, my head is the size of just one of my new legs! My arms, my hands, everything is gigantic! I feel like my clothes don't fit, this shirt is XL! And even then, I feel like it's constantly riding up.

Anyone would be happy with their new appearance, but not me! I feel gigantic and clumsy! I drop everything as soon as I take a step, and I think I feel even more self-conscious than before, which is ridiculous! I must be almost 6'6" and even then, I get stuck just walking to the corner store for a single bottle of water.

I thought this would be a great idea, but I just want to go home… The problem is, I booked a whole month in this body, and I don't want to anymore…

Lars (40, Sweden)

Mexico always seemed like an interesting destination to me. It was affordable, warm (unlike here, where you can make a popsicle after a few minutes outside in the freezing cold), and I'd been wanting to visit for a long time. I wanted to take a break from work, escape the monotony. I'm a firefighter in my original body. I might sound a bit arrogant, but my physique is definitely big, strong, and tall. I was hoping to end up in a body more… similar to mine.

But I ended up in this guy's body, he must be half my age, I lost almost 20cm, and everything feels… bigger, which I didn't like at first. I felt like my arms were too skinny, my waist too thin like a Barbie doll's, there's no hair except on my legs! Even "down there" is shaved and smooth as velvet.

But I have to admit I'm starting to like it. After almost insulting my travel agent at CORPUS, Inc., I thought: Hey, these legs aren't so bad. I love how fleshy they feel! The sound is a fucking cacophony to me, my hand against my thighs, against themselves, or shit, even my newfound masculinity against the area!

Besides, a garment this tight and small would have looked ridiculous on my old body, but here, it's a fucking marvel. Just look at that ass! It seems to fill the whole garment without any problem.

Diego (19, Argentina)

In my real body I am… Um… Well, I'm a trans guy. I haven't had the opportunity or the financial means to start my transition treatment properly, so I just cut my hair, wrap my chest, and try to dress as masculine as possible, although that doesn't stop some people from still calling me "she". I thought coming to Pride here in Mexico City would be fantastic, with a great body, confidence…

And dude, I wasn’t wrong, damn it! You see these muscles? THEY'RE MINE! And this voice? Nobody's going to call me "miss" even by mistake! I feel like the floor vibrates almost every time I take a simple step, and the beard! It itches like hell, but I'm truly loving every single second of it. I have the body I always dreamed of! No more wasting time wrapping a bandage around my torso, or trying to act more masculine. I am fucking masculinity personified!

I love sitting on public transport and spreading my legs, feeling my tool drop next to my fat balls, mfhhh! Am I a pervert? Maybe. But this is a fucking dream come true!

The only downside I'd mention is maybe the smell; these feet reek of cheese and vinegar like you wouldn't believe, haha! But I'm even starting to like it. I feel fabulous, incredible like never before. I have more confidence, more power, I've had more encounters than you can imagine… Lucky I booked a three-month stay.

I wasn't that interested in the World Cup in my old body, but this body has a tendency to enjoy football, and well, I think I could enjoy it too. It's not like there aren't plenty of guys hungry for a strong man like me who also enjoy watching football, heh.

Felix (32, Germany)

I've always felt out of place, and no, I'm not talking about my sexual orientation. Fortunately, I've always had the space to be myself without being judged. Men like me, I've had tons of dates, and I'm successful with them, but… I'm not comfortable with my body. Why?

I've always felt it's too… big.

My build has always been stocky, strong, very, very masculine. This always causes confusion when it comes to… getting intimate with someone. They always assume I'm a "top" when I'm not, and all I get is ridicule and difficulty in getting people to see me as I am. Nobody can believe I'm… sensitive, or that I'm feminine. They always expect me to be extremely masculine, brutish, to exude power wherever I go.

I was worried about the body they'd put me in, in Mexico. I'd always associated it with sweaty, strong guys with dark skin and the smell of tequila, but what I found myself in when I opened my eyes was… surreal.

Fair skin, black hair, glasses, no more than 1.80 meters tall, light as a feather, I had a good build but I wasn't a behemoth, it was like my dream body!

I ended up in the body of a total skinny geek with great muscles. I'm so flexible now! The guy did gymnastics, and it really feels like my body has an elegance that mine could never achieve. I can do the splits, lift my leg 180 degrees, spin on my own axis, I can even do a somersault! God, the more I'm here, the more I love this.

Jin (22, South Korea)

This is… disgusting.

I thought coming to Mexico would be fun – the party atmosphere, noisemakers, fireworks, Jarritos soda, even Dr. Simi was there! Believe it or not, Mexico is quite popular in South Korea, and I wanted to experience it without having to spend a fortune on travel and accommodation. I'd always been slim, like an… Idol, so to speak. I loved skincare, cleanliness, fashion, and all that stuff. I thought the Mexican body they were going to put me in wouldn't be too bad.

I was wrong. The guy stinks! Seriously, no matter how many times I shower, the smell of sweat keeps emanating from his armpits like a damn endless river! And his closet? It was even worse, full of sports jerseys, shorts, and smelly, muddy shoes. The guy was literally a soccer fanatic who went way into debt betting on the World Cup and now he'd rented out his body to earn the money to pay it off.

Where are the decent clothes? The creams? I don't have any! The area where she lives isn't exactly the most... well... well-kept. I'm not getting any better this week. I thought this would be more fun, but I have no idea where to go. All I've managed is getting his friends to invite me to watch games. I have to sit, spread my legs like a caveman, pretend I'm interested in sweaty men running after a ball, and go crazy when there's a goal. I haven't even been able to try a single Jarritos soda from here! Ugh!

Elena (26, Greece)

I was about to sue CORPUS, Inc. the moment I opened my eyes to a clearly male, gigantic body. 

Latin America had always intrigued me, and I thought it would be a good option for sightseeing during Pride Month. I've always been very proud of my identity, but… I wasn't very good at picking up women. My physique wasn't particularly impressive either, plus I'm very shy. I had chosen a female body from their catalog: nice features, tall, with slightly tanned skin and brown hair. I thought that would make me stand out and that I could finally talk to a gurl without stumbling over my words.

But CORPUS, Inc. had other plans for me. A guy with broad shoulders, gigantic pecs, even bigger thighs, a tool of about 18 cm, sculpted buttocks, and a deep voice. I really wanted to go crazy, but if I was a man now, it meant I could use that to pick up as many straight girls as I wanted! Tell me, who could resist this? With these delicious biceps, I love how sensitive my areolas are now; just a touch of my shirt against my pecs and they're hard as rocks, haha!

I'm loving the festive atmosphere of the World Cup. I've always been a bit of a "tough girl", so I feel like a fish in water, and this body also has a tremendous tolerance for drinks! I can have like 15 in a row and stay perfectly fine.

I'm even curious to experiment a little with other men… I mean, this damn gorgeous body can't be just for women, right? I think it's partly due to its former owner. When I woke up, I saw some pictures of him with other men, gay dating apps, an X account that… I wasn't very willing to open, but as the days go by, why not? You only live once.

Bastian (28, Belgium)

I always felt insecure about my body, too chubby, t-shirts looked awful on me, everything was always visible, and I felt like a badly packaged ham! I thought the bullying would stop when I finished university, but it only evolved into my coworkers secretly making fun of my weight and how bad I always looked to my boss.

I just wanted something different. I didn't care about the country or the era; I just needed to be someone other than myself. And well, here we are. And… I like it. I mean, look at this face, isn't it cute? It feels so soft, and the hair too! Golden like the sun, I've become so damn addicted to taking pictures of myself nonstop. If there's a mirror, a reflection, or even the front camera of my phone, it'll end up with me taking a selfie.

Maybe I don't have huge biceps, or big legs, or even prominent pecs, but you know what I don't have? My gigantic belly. And that's all that matters to me.

Priya (25, India)

I had read so many bad reviews of CORPUS, Inc., complaints about people ending up in the wrong bodies, some transfers back that could never be completed, and the list goes on and on. But even so, I hired them, and in fact… I expected them to fail.

Call it a social experiment, just for pleasure, or whatever you want, but I'm loving being a man! The power, the security, all the advantages and privileges they have! Not only can I go to the bathroom in a flash and avoid long lines, but it was also so much easier to get ready. I just had to put on a t-shirt and jeans, and I was ready to go. I didn't have to put up with harassment or worry about walking around at night. Really, with these muscles…

The only problem I find is my hunger. The guy I swapped bodies with loves going to the gym, hence his massive pecs and the fact that his apartment smells so bad (but I'm not complaining). He was bulking, which basically made his cravings through the roof. I've eaten like 30 burgers in just one week! It's like a bottomless pit; I can eat and eat and eat and still never feel satisfied.

But I have to admit, I love it. I've never enjoyed food so much! I can eat pizza, sushi, tacos, ice cream, chocolate, burgers, and fries all in one sitting. It makes me burp all the time, but it's starting to feel so much fun. The power it makes me feel... And it seems like other guys like it too. 

I don't know why some people are so obsessed with humiliating themselves, surrendering to others, and letting them do whatever they want. But if they want it, who am I to say no?

Leo (CEO, CORPUS, Inc.)

What's the biggest advantage of being able to run a body-swap company around the world? That I don't have to pay anything to use its services, much less worry about which bodies "are or aren't" suitable for this.

If I want, I can select the damn president's body and become him to smell his feet for a while in the Oval Office.

But, it would be a waste of time. So… World Cup season was undoubtedly the best of all: Chaos in the streets, celebrations, the excitement, sweaty, shirtless, sculpted bodies so lost in their own euphoria (and a few too many drinks) that they couldn't care less about the “little” things going on around them.

So many guys kissing each other in the street, groping each other, euphoric for more – anyone would think they're just drunk fans – but wouldn’t you “waste” your time kissing every guy you see in a body that isn't yours? With a great physique, no worries about work, no ties to romantic relationships, no physical limitations, just the carnal and lustful drive for more.

Perhaps that's what drove me to found CORPUS, Inc., and I must admit I don't regret it for a single second. Do we have flaws? Like any company, of course. Am I going to fix them? Of course not!

All that chaos of botched body swaps, possessions that last longer than expected, skinsuits that close without letting the user out – it's all on purpose! Who wouldn't love to be in a stinky body, with big muscles and a huge ass? To see some worried, devoted family man suddenly become a guy eager for another man to put him on all fours and make him gasp all night?

It's even somewhat perverted and sadistic, but… What does it matter? I can have as many attractive bodies as I want, as if I were going to put on clothes to go out, and the world can enjoy that too.

Want to be a muscular, goofy Himbo? Done. Prefer an athlete with stinky feet and armpits? Go for it. Want to become that neighbor you've secretly fancied for so, so many years? Take it!

There's a reason we have coverage in almost 190 countries. Any body, no matter who it is or where it's from, we can use it and bring it in for whatever you want. Even at these massive events. It would be a fucking missed opportunity to just let them go, with so many bodies that are perfect for anything!

Honestly, there are no limits to what can or can't be done at this company.

— Sir, your photoshoot is waiting. Are you ready?

Oops, my photographer arrived. Well, I guess I should leave you for a bit. I just swapped bodies with an athlete, and I'm really enjoying inhabiting his body. I thought soccer players were just dumb, brainless guys, which is partly true, but damn, they have great muscles! These legs could split a tree in two with a single kick, and his sweaty feet… I'm loving it.

I couldn't pass up the opportunity to borrow him, take some pictures, and have some fun. It's not like his original owner is going to find out or know. I'll return his body soon so he can continue playing in the World Cup and scoring goals, but until then… His body is all mine.

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“This can’t be real, right?” I look down at my torso “That spell shouldn’t have worked!” As I put my hands on the back of my head, a strong musk invaded my nostrils, tempting my nose towards my hairy armpits “Argh, He *definitely* didn’t shower last night!”

I close my eyes again, trying to make it just a bad dream. “Fuck, is real!!” I shout, realizing my voice sounds exactly like his. The very same voice that made my dick jump with excitement before. It was mine! “I’m inside Matt’s brother’s hot jock body!!!!” I stand up fast with excitement but find myself needing to sit down again rather fast, A wave of dizziness hitting me due to my mind trying to adjust to my new height and size.

Matt is a nerdy guy just like me, so we got along pretty quickly. It wasn’t long before he realized I has a crush on his older jock of a brother, but I suppose it would’ve been easy for him to tell as surprisingly enough he had a crush on him too. Since then every day we would get together to chat about video games, comics and tv shows, but out favorite topic was always thirsting over his brother Tom.

We’d frequently chat about how we’d love to worship his massive muscles after a hard workout at the gym. Getting to lick the delicious sweat off his body as he groaned in the deep voice he’d developed over the years. On more occasions than I would like to admit, this would lead us to rooting through Tom’s dirty laundry while he wasn’t here and stealing his sweaty underwear. Laughing dumbly as we pressed the smelly clothes against our faces until they were wet with sweat. I swear to god, it was the most pungent but hot scent you will ever smell it turned us on beyond belief.

Recently he’d been staying home more often which gave me to perfect opportunity to steal a pair of his briefs to take home for myself. As I was walking home, I stumbled across a weird shop and with an even weirder seller. The man offered me this ‘spell of possession’ but I didn’t think it would be real at the time… well, now I can see it was far more real than my love life to say the least!

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A story I wrote a long time ago, never got to posted it but here it is.

It was edited for the amazing @mrwavellswaps

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

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

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

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

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

I was, said Jack.

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

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

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

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

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

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

What is it?, said Narco.

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

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

Yes, I could use your help, said Jack.

Sure thing Jack, said Narco.

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

My name is Narco, said Narco.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jack then went to Narco for his help.

Hey Narco, said Jack.

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

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

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

Well, I meet this guy, said Jack

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

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

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

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

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

What is it, said Jack.

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

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

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

I can, let me prove it, said Narco.

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

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

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

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

So both took of there clothes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He then went into Jack consciousness to get his attention.

Hey Jack, you in there, said Narco.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pretty impressive right, said Narco.

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

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

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

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

Awesome, said Jack.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s him, said Jack to Narco.

Who exactly, said Narco.

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

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

Let’s head towards him, said Jack.

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

I would like 2 shots of tequila, said Lance.

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

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

Hey, my name is Jack.

Crazy night, right, said Narco.

Yeah it definitely is, said Lance.

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

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

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

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

Say have we meet before, said Lance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey Lance, is everything good, said Jack.

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

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

Yeah, so I have a confession, said Lance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey Trez, you enjoying the movie, said Jack.

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

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

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

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

Do you want this Jack, said Trez.

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

Trez not delaying, playfully pushes Jack towards the bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It really depends on the dosage you take and the delivery mechanism. If you take just an eighth of a teaspoon orally, like mixed in orange juice, it makes you feel really good and relaxed. You’re not, like, susceptible to being programmed or anything like that. You might be a little suggestible at the most, but you’d never do anything you didn’t want to. Double that amount—still just a quarter teaspoon—and you’ve got a pretty effective truth serum. It can make for a fun session of truth or dare.”

Travis is showing us a flask of pale blue liquid. We’re in the club’s upstairs VIP lounge, one of those exclusive places that most people don’t even know about, unless you’re good friends with the ownership or you’re rich or popular. I’m none of those things, so the fact that I got invited up here is almost a really big deal in itself. It helps that it’s Sunday and pretty early in the afternoon, so this place is pretty quiet and intimate.

Travis is one of those guys that is really rich and connected—the opposite end of the pecking order from myself. I doubt he even knows my name. But here we are—him, Gareth and me—looking at something I had only heard about in rumors: the new boutique drug that some people were calling ‘Pandora’. It wasn’t one of those popular party drugs like ecstasy or cocaine that made you just feel fun and high. It had more of a reputation as one of those brain-trippy things like mushrooms that you took if you were into weird and esoteric shit.