Expert of Possession

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Life was nearly perfect now. The eldest son of the Smith family was under my control. Or rather, under the control of my best friend Roy. Regardless he was too busy going to raves at gay clubs and getting his back blown out at night to cause me any more problems.

The other two Smith boys had already moved out and were enjoying their independence, so things were going perfectly.

Until Mrs. Smith came home. I had to pretend to love this woman, which was difficult because quite frankly I didn’t even like her. I was able to endure it until she told me that she got promoted again, this time to a position that would require less travel. No more business trips to leave me alone so that I could have my free time.

I tried putting up with her, but apparently distance creates longing. She wanted to spend time with her husband, oblivious to the fact that he didn’t even exist anymore. I couldn’t take it anymore, so on Christmas Day her annual handmade gift was divorce papers that I printed out after my lawyer sent them over.

Rather unfortunately for me, she was the breadwinner and stood to keep a pretty hefty sum of her fortune. I knew I had to sabotage her in the divorce, so I’d have to call upon the only potential ally I had left, Officer Kevin.

Kevin was an older guy on the police force, now a detective. He had always shown Roy and I mercy and tried to help us get on the right path. One of the only good pigs in existence as Roy and I would put it. I knew he had his regrets, so I decided to stop by the station and give him the opportunity of a lifetime.

Upon my arrival I requested to speak with him privately, and being a rich white man I found that it was pretty easy to walk into a police station and ask for whatever I wanted. In a matter of minutes Kevin and I were alone in the conference room.

“Uh…Mr Smith, it’s a pleasure as always to see you, but the incident happened almost a month ago. I’m not sure how else we could possibly help you.” He stated, confused.

“Not the police department, but you, Kevin Bacon.” I grinned, a nickname Roy and I had for him.

“Oh I see Roy has been influencing you a bit, yes?”

I shook my head. “No. Mateo. See Bacon, I didn’t die. I transferred myself into a new, fancy body.” I pulled out my briefcase and showed him the vials. “Each of these can extract my consciousness and allow me to focus on someone. They allowed me to take over this asshole, and for Roy to take over his son. Our lives have been paradise, but unfortunately this body’s wife has returned home. I filed for divorce, but there’s a problem. His wife is being represented by Santiago.”

Bacon caught on surprisingly quickly having seen lots of strange things unfold in his time on the force. “I see…it does suck for you that ‘your’ wife is being represented by the most bloodthirsty lawyer out there.” Bacon hated Santiago, he was one of the best lawyers around and loved by rich white trash. He could get DUI charges of a rich kid shotgunning tequila on a security camera behind the wheel of his car dismissed and sealed from the records.

“Yes, right now we both hate him, so I have a proposal for you. Become Santiago. Sabotage my wife’s chances against me, get me as much money as you can. Then you can spend your life as a relatively younger and incredibly wealthy lawyer and make sure he never lets another scumbag off easy.”

Bacon thought about this proposal, and his life. He got into the force to make the world a better place and tried to help good guys in bad situations like Roy and I. He had obviously failed in that department given that he and I stole other people’s lives and bodies. Come to think of it, he didn’t accomplish a single one of his goals. Surely by taking an asshole like Santiago’s body, he could stand to make some changes in the world using his resources and connections!

“…okay, I’m in.” He said, hesitant and determined at the same time. We sat down and began forming the perfect plan.

Later that night Santiago was in his office. Highest floor of the building, of course. He was preparing himself for a charity gala, despite really not giving a fuck about anyone underneath his tax bracket. He likes to go and enjoy fine wine and network while cutting one the smallest checks at the event. Given the fact that my vessel was currently involved in one of Santiago’s cases, it was pretty easy to be let into his office. Bacon and I walked in together, a half filled vial in my pocket for when the time would come.

That’s when we saw him wearing this stupid outfit. What possible reason would he have to wear this to a gala? Apparently he read the shock on our faces and simply said, “It’s noir themed. Now how can I help you Mr. Smith? Here to beg for mercy in the coming divorce? Having a beat cop with you won’t intimidate me at all.” This seemed to piss Bacon off, so he chimed in right away, “No. We’re here to tell you that you’ll be famous for negotiating one of the worst divorce deals in history after we’re done with you.” He seemed determined, so I handed him the vial and he took it immediately, throwing his soul into the unsuspecting Santiago who groaned, stumbling back for a moment before chuckling.

“Oh my god! I’m 20 years younger, and apparently hung like a horse! But…why do I feel so light?” Bacon asked using his new mouth. “Simple. I gave you half of a vial. You’re not rooted inside of Santiago like I am into this asshole, and you won’t be unless I’m satisfied with how the divorce ends. Keep in mind my body died after I abandoned it, so who knows what will happen if the possession expires?” Bacon looked shocked but I just chuckled and walked up to him, copping a feel of his new tits. “I need my insurance policy. You’re a good guy, after all. Now how about you stop looking like a betrayed puppy and show me how big that new meat is?” Due to the stress of his job and his former age, it had been a while since Kevin got laid. He was in no position to say no.

Soon enough we were making out fiercely, me ripping his button shirt open and grabbing at his tits while he pulled my pants and underwear off in one swift move using his new body’s strength. “Put it in, I’m ready…” I whispered against his lips. He seemed shocked by that given Santiago’s size, but it made sense when he reached for my hole and realized I had a vibrator inside of me all day long. He pulled it out, earning a moan from me as he shoved himself fully inside, causing me to arch my back and moan even louder.

Santiago was a regular Casanova. His assistant was paid more than enough to turn a blind eye to the secret after hour meetings that went on in his office. The sound of skin slapping filled the room as Bacon hammered me like his life depended on it. Even with my prep Santiago’s meat was huge and earned more and more moans from me as I gripped the edges of the desk for dear life. “Goddamn he’s a monster! No wonder he’s so fucking audacious!” I moaned as I clenched my hole around his cock, leaning up to start sucking on his tits.

“I haven’t had sex this good since the fucking 80s!” Bacon moaned out as he slammed in and out of me. His attention was directed to a mirror in the office and he watched himself as he controlled Santiago’s body, forcing it to have sex with the enemy who he was about to sabotage the whole case for. He couldn’t hold it anymore and he slammed one final time, moaning loudly as he busted deep inside of me and triggered a chain reaction, making me shoot a high arch that splattered his tits. I was only human, there was only so much prostate abuse I could take.

We stayed still for a moment, both panting and covered in sweat, a stupid grin on our faces. “Mm…here’s to getting our perfect life, Bacon.” I said before smacking his ass. “Now, go and begin sabotaging this case then you can keep his body forever and drop by to have some fun with me and my son.” I winked and slid out from underneath him.

Soon after that life went exactly as it should have always been for me. Kevin honored his end of the deal and made sure to destroy my wife’s case against me by creating a fake affair, allowing me to get away with 60% of her assets. I then let him drink the rest of the vial and permanently become Santiago.

From there on, life was a breeze. My other sons cut contact with me, the one that stayed was a whore who loved pleasing me, and I had a massively hung lawyer who lived to please me and get me out of any legal trouble I found myself in.

My days of being a thief were behind me, for good now.

The sun was beating down on my back, these corn fields seem to go on forever. I squatted on the ground and mopped my brow. I’d been on the run for the past couple of days, hiding out in barns and out buildings from deserted farms. It had been an unfortunate accident, during a confidence scam. One of the local hoodlums had got killed, and they’d hung the thing on me. The cops knew what I could do; get inside other people and hide but they’d figured out a way to protect themselves. All they needed was a sigil tattooed on the inside of their right wrist, and I wouldn’t be able to touch them. People were even able to download, and put it on themselves as a temporary one. I tried to jump someone and found that I’d just bounce off them, scared I’d just ran. It must have been about four in the afternoon where the field came to an end. In front of me was a dirt track–perfectly straight that disappeared into the distance in each direction. I had no idea where I was, or which direction I should take. Looking at the sun, I could see it beginning to set so decided to go west. Walking along the dusty track, I’d occasionally look up and down the track in hope to see something. I knew I’d be risking any contact, but to be honest I was really looking for a shower and somewhere to sleep. I must have walked about five miles, when I saw a dust cloud heading towards me. I stopped and squinted against the sun; a glint caught my eye. As it approached I could see it was a large pickup. I waved my hand as it got closer, and then it pulled up next to me and stopped. The window buzzed as it slid down, and the cool air from inside felt like a kiss of an angel. “You OK son?” The driver asked. I said nothing as I basked in the fresh breeze emanating from the cab. The driver; a big guy leaned over and opened the door. “You’d better get in before you pass out boy,” he chuckled.

"Welcome home, father," said Devin with a little smirk as his dick still slick wet from the cum he shot into my hole

"Whoo son, did you just fuck around or something? Put some goddamn clothes, imagine if my friend comes by with me and we walked in to you buck naked like that," said his father slightly chuckling, his bare muscular torso exposed for everyone to see

"Oh yeah, I just spread a twink's ass wide with my cock and dump my load there while Carter watched us the entire time. You should stick that cock of yours into the twink's ass to release some tension, way better than any pussies," he said with barely no expression whatsoever, just straight out cold like it's a usual thing for him to do

"Wait----hold on---what did you just say? T--twink?"

Carter then shoved me out from the bedroom as I'm still only in my underwear while he strut casually behind me

"You wanna try him on, dad? Fucked the boipussy in thr gym before giving Devin there sloppy seconds, won't regret it a single bit, trust me!"

"Sons, what the fuck is getting into the both of you? Stop this freak show immediately! And who the fuck are you?" The patriarch said angrily with a hint of bewilderment to the sight that happened right in front of his eyes, then followed by a death stare right to me

"Oh well, how rude I am for not introducing him. He's not just a twink, he's Jim, and you will hungrily join us to spitroast him as we will welcome him to our family," Devin said as he grabbed me by my hand and extend it as some sort of starter for a handshake with his incredibly hot father or something.

But instead of warm gesture, the father suddenly punched Devin's face with a punch that can knockout even the toughest fighter.

Devin instantly dropped to the floor while I cowered in fear, quickly retreating to Carter's massive back for my protection before the father could grab my hand and harm me

"KNOCK THIS SHIT OFF YOU SICK FUCKS! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO UP TO HUH? FUCKING A GUY LIKE SOME GAY WHORES," he said as he marched to Carter and ready to knock some sense into his youngest son

Carter would be sinking to his knees in normal setting due to his submissive persona in the face of the two bigger alphas of his family, but not when Zim is in control. He instead stand up firmly with a smug grin as he easily stop his father's effort to land a blow right in his handsome face. Then, in a surprising and out-of-this-world turn of event, Carter tightened his grip to his father's blocked fist and his father yelped in pain as I can clearly listen skull cracking sound comes off from in front of me. The father yelled in agony as Carter then followed with a kick to his father's groin that brought the older man to his knees. Devin still laid motionless on the floor but I noticed a green trace of steps coming the father's way. Looking from behind Carter, I then noticed a green tiny being huffed in the father's shoulder, he's probably out of breath from all the walk and climb of the massive mountain of man that is the father. He failed to notice Zim's presence as his mind still focused on the pain inflicted by his youngest son and also the way Carter stared at him with no hint of remorse whatsoever. Then, Carter said

"It's time to welcome your new controller,"

And that's when he noticed the sensation as Zim landed in his ear but it's too late anyway as his effort to slap Zim only pushed the green 3 inchers deeper into him

"AAHHHH WHAT THE FFF-----" the father said as Carter used his other hand to muffle his father's scream of panic

He let go of his father's mouth and hand that is definitely crushed as his father's body convulsed wildly on the floor, like a giant fish flailing and trying to survive in the open air with its gill after being caught by fishermen. Suddenly, a loud scream comes out from the father's mouth as his eyes snapped open and his whole body tensed

"UNGGHHHHH NNNNOOO---NNN-OOOO NOT TODAY UNGGHHFFFUUUCKKKAAH-"

His head then froze before he repeatedly slammed his head to the floor and I flinched in pain

"Oh my God, Carter, don't you think we should help your dad? What if---"

Carter just put his index finger in my mouth and shushed me

"No need to worry, Zim will heal him,"

"What?"

"Yeah, Zim will heal him. Alien metabolism, hello? Zim just tried to concussed this guy, he's so strong and regular takeover seems to be not that effective, and Zim is just having too much body controlled at the same time,"

I looked around. Devin already stand up again and Carter is right beside me fully speaking out Zim's thought while Zim himself is busy down there managing this big beast. He said it himself, 3 bodies at best, 2 in the regular, while the rest would be on autopilot. That's the limit of his direct control, which is more than sufficient to be honest. I literally almost ran out of gas having the two brothers played me today, imagine 3 of them? The thought put me hard once more and that's when all in a sudden, a hairy meaty arm grabbed my erect dick with quite a forceful tug and brought me back from utopia. I eventually fall on top of the person that pulled me. That's when I realized that the father is grinning at me

"Guess who is in full control now?"

Plus, does anyone know if the original author still posts on some other blog?

Edit: Tumblr flagged the previous post so no GIF or sexually implied picture for this one, just thr normal ones. Will put a link to the base of the GIF as link in this text. You can check it mid-way in the stories

This is just me reposting (and only changing some words + character picture) the last part of Jim and Zim as I want to make a part 4 of my own continuing from where part 3 ends.

A brief overview: Jim met Zim, a small humanoid alien with possession and mental manipulation powers.  He controls individuals by consuming parts of their brain responsible for free will, making the process permanent.  The individuals can function with remnants of their former personalities, but they will defer all crucial life decisions to Zim.  Zim can mentally control his host and one other converted individual, as in he can see, feel, and experience the perspective of two converts at a time, though the one he is physically inside of gives Zim more intense physical pleasure or feelings. Earlier, Zim has converted Jim’s ruthless alcoholic foster dad that took advantage of the foster care system and abused Jim in daily basis

Then, a local Bodybuilder named Rick, and the newest addition is Carter, a young bodybuilder.  The long term mission is to find a Daddy for the fatherless and formerly homeless Jim, though there are side adventures along the way.  Currently, Zim has just converted Carter

and is getting ready to fuck himself with Rick’s powerful body. !!

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“nnnnnnggggggggaaaahhhhhh!!!!!” Carter shrieks as Rick strains to force the head of his fat cock inside Carter’s virgin boycunt.

"sh-sh-shit I think you’ll break me if you keep-AAGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!” Carter’s body wails as Rick just grins and spreads Carter’s legs further, widening that tight cunt and making it easier to forcefully push another inch in.

“FUCK this vessel is tight!” Rick howls as he snarls his face, grunting as he keeps thrusting in an inch at a time, veins popping up all over his body from the effort to fill this little bitch boy meathead.  

“nng nng nng nnngggggGGGG!!!” Carter yelps as Rick manages to slam the last inch inside, making the boy squirm and writhe around as Rick wiggles his hips with his meat still plugging Carter, stretching his hole and making him get used to the feeling of a man filling him up.  I almost forget that I’m watching Zim control two separate bodies, and I probably would have if Carter hadn’t started coughing, finally stopping as Zim crawled out of Carter’s mouth and started walking across his chest.  

“You enjoying the show?” Carter asks me with a grin as both he and Rick turn their gazes my way, smiling that mischievous grin that Zim makes with each host.  I nod enthusiastically in response, hand wrapped around my throbbing meat and breathing deep.  

“I just needed to do a change-up,” Rick says as he scoops Zim into his hands, putting that critter into his mouth and shivering for a second before saying,

“Much better.  Mmmmm I could feel both bodies, but the pain from breaking Carter in was outweighing the feeling of his tight hole squeezing Rick’s meat.  The way I see it, this way I get the best of both worlds.”

“This one will make a great addition though.  I never imagined a vessel could have such a tight hole.  That will surely come in handy,” Carter says, being mentally controlled by Zim now.

“Now where were we?” Zim makes both bodies say in unison as they return to their underlying personalities, Rick being turned on by utter domination and Carter being turned on by the repressed satisfaction of being subservient.

“f-f-fuuuuuuuuuuuuccckkkk,” Carter groans as Rick begins sliding all those inches out of him.  The boy is squeezing his eyes closed, clenching his teeth and reaching his hands back behind him to grip the ends of the locker room bench that no longer feels cold on his back.  

Then Rick smirks, slamming back into Carter and making the boy’s eyes shoot wide open, mouth fully agape as he shouts out, “FUUUUUUCCCCKKK NNNNNGGGGGGAAAAAHHHHHH!”

Zim is trembling in both bodies, writhing and squirming as he can feel the sensations of both men’s bodies.  His primary perspective is Rick, but still, every time he thrusts into the Carter vessel, Rick’s hole clenches tight, feeling the surge of sensation crashing through the nerves in Carter’s cunt, making him shriek and yelp. In Carter’s body, he bears the full brunt of the pain as Rick pumps in and out of him, making that cunt stretch to take his nine inches in, and then relax as he slides out, over and over again as chills surge up his back and down his thighs.  The pain is starting to get more manageable, even being replaced by pure pleasure, but what’s really making him moan and groan is the feeling of Rick’s cock as it slides into him. Every time the Carter body gets penetrated, his own rock hard and throbbing cock feels the tight embrace of a tight boycunt welcoming it in, and clenching tight to keep it from pulling out.  The Carter body is the one feeling the most pleasure at this point, and Zim knows it, so he slams Rick’s meat back inside, making them both squeal and growl as he leans down and locks their lips together.  Both bodies kiss passionately, feeling up each other’s bodies, hands gliding up and down muscular and tight pecs and torsos, extra attention being spent on grabbing those meaty chests and squeezing and twisting, also not forgetting to pinch and massage each body’s sensitive nipples.  I’m still watching all this in utter awe, thrusting my hips into my pumping grip as I reach a hand up and squeeze my own nipple, almost like my way of pinching myself to see if I’m dreaming.  The yelp that escaepes my mouth and the twitch of my cock let me know I am very much awake right as these two men pull apart and Carter grins deviously.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh THIS body is—nnnnnngggggggg FUCK!   Oh my GooooooooooDDDDDDDD!” he screams as Rick keeps thrusting into him, grabbing onto the boy’s hips now and pulling that cunt hard onto each thrust.  

I know that Zim must have switched back into Carter during that kiss, and I guess that now that Carter’s hole is warmed up enough it must be an explosion of sensation from both ends- the cock that’s slamming into him and the ghost sensation on his cock of Rick’s cock being squeezed and caressed by tight and warm boycunt.  Carter’s legs flail around in the air, toes curling and clenching as his breathing becomes sporadic, being blocked off by the yells of pleasure as Rick picks up his speed.  The Rick body is on his own cloud nine now, feeling the full effect of Carter’s boypussy milking his manhood, but also feeling the ghost sensation of Carter’s hole in his own mancunt.  Each time he slides into Carter it’s like he can feel the electric pleasure of his own cock sliding inch by inch into HIMSELF!  Zim is on near overload from having both perspectives, but keeps going.  Getting pumped by Rick, and pumping that tight Carter pussy.  Finally, Rick seems like he’s had enough.  He frantically starts pounding into Carter, leaning down and grinding his hairy a sculpted chest against Carter’s teen pecs as he slides in and out, grunting as he goes harder and harder, thighs contracting with each pump.  Zim is overtaken by Carter’s repressed masochism as he squeezes Carter’s boycunt tight as possible, making his hole hurt so much with each of Rick’s thrust, but in the best way possible.  Rick groans as his body feels that cunt tighten up and he looks down at his conquest, still thrusting madly, wincing as his own mancunt feels the sensation of his cock slamming into Carter’s tightened hole.

“Nnnnnnnnggggggggg You really want this load!  Your tight boycunt is trying to milk this cream right out of me!” Rick growls, thrusting particularly hard.  

⁸Zim can only groan in response, but as the Rick body starts nuzzling his shoulder, the body’s dominant nature erupts and he bites down on Carter’s shoulder, making the boy’s body yelp and finally start shooting its youthful load.  Carter’s body tightens up from head to toe, mouth wide open and trying to scream, but no sound comes out.  Meanwhile, the sensation of Carter’s orgasm sends Rick over the edge, making him grab onto the teen cum dump and pull his body so tight to his own as he thrusts into him that their chests start getting friction burns before he finally roars with victory, launching load after load of cum deep into Carter’s boypussy, squirming on top of his conquest as he feels the sensation of his own warm cum filling the boy’s hole.  This makes him shudder before collapsing his manly physique onto the boy, dripping sweat onto him and entering into a forceful final kiss before lightly groaning as the last dribbles of his milk get sucked into that hungry boycunt.  

I had already cum several minutes ago, but somehow I stayed hard from watching this incredible display of man on teenboy action.  There was another fun surprise as Rick pulled out of Carter, grunting as the tight cunt squeezed on his meat, but finally exiting with a POP.  Then, Zim crawled out of Carter’s mouth and began frantically crawling over the boy’s chest and abs, mentally commanding the boy to keep his legs up in the air before dive-bombing that stretched boycunt.

“nnnnnggggggggggmmmmmmmmmmmmggggaaaaahhhhhhhhh!” The exhausted Carter body whined as Zim burrowed into Carter’s stretched boypussy.  His frantic attempt to wiggle inside was clearly reactivating those newly discovered nerve endings for Carter who was struggling to keep his legs steady and wide in the air. That’s when Rick came over and grabbed onto each foot, making sure that the boy wouldn’t close his legs and crush Zim to death with his tight pussy.  Finally, I saw Zim’s thrashing legs disappear into that seeded boycunt as Carter started arching his back and thrashing with an expression of awe on his face.  I could only assume that Zim, who fed on the sustenance of a man’s cream, had burrowed inside in order to eat and absorb Rick’s load from inside Carter, while it was still warm and fresh.  Carter’s body winced and smiled, feeling the critter crawling inside him and frantically licking the cum off his hole’s walls, making him sparkly clean and making him tighten up before launching a lone little shot of cum- must have been a mini-orgasm triggered by Zim’s meal.  Finally, Zim emerged from that boypussy, head first and stuck at the waist before finally plopping out and laying on the floor, panting with his little lungs as he succumbed to the crash of overindulging on his meal.  Carter picked up his master and put him in his mouth, allowing Zim to crawl back to his brain where he resumed full and absolute control.  

Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes and looked right at me. “Carter has a hot father,” he said, licking his lips.  “And an older brother.”

I could feel my spent dick getting hard all over again as he sent Rick to my foster dad’s home where we would resume our planning later.  For now, it looked like we were heading to Carter’s house.  Zim didn’t even shower the body.  He just wiped off and ingested as much of Carter’s cum as he could before dressing the buff boy and leading the way to his car.  

We arrived at Carter’s house, a nice upscale suburb home with plenty of space and a three car garage.  

“Looks like this boy’s Dad isn’t home yet,” Zim says.  “But my Big Bro Devin’s car is parked here.”

My heart flutters as we walk through the front door, the sound of college football greeting us as we walk over to the living room where Devin is splayed out with a protein shake watching the game.  

“Hey Bro!  How was the gym?  Lifting going well?” Devin asks without averting his gaze from TV

“Yeah, man.  Glad to finally see the mass.  Makes it all worth it.”

“Fuck yeah man.  Why do you think I do it?  Fucking chicks dig it man.  Who’s your friend?” he asks, taking off his shirt and finally turning to look at us.

“Oh this here is Jim.  He’s a good friend.  You might even say he’s my best friend.”

“Really?  I thought Chad was your best bud?” Devin asks, slightly befuddled.  

“Yeah, but now it’s Jim.  You see, we’re on an adventure together, and your body is the next destination.”

“Woah woah woah!  Carter, that sounded fucking queer as shit right there!” Devin growls, lifting up off the couch and facing us with a mixture of angry and confusion plastered on his face.  

“You’re going to make a great addition to the collection.  You and Dad, both.  Mindless slaves waiting to be controlled and to offer services with your strong bodies.”

Devin begins marching over to Carter, ready to slap the crazy out of him, but before he can even react, Carter’s body smacks Zim perfectly into Devin’s ear canal.  The older brother gasps as he feels the little green humanoid worming it’s way deeper into the canal, evading the fingers desperately trying to pull him out.  

“What the fuck did you-nnnngggggggggAAAAAHHHHHH- what did you do to me?!” Devin screams as he collapses onto the floor, convulsing and clenching his teeth, wincing his eyes shut as Zim works his magic and consumes the parts of Devin’s brain responsible for freewill.  Devin’s body goes into full on seizures before foaming at the mouth, finally twitching a few more times before collapsing with a forceful thud, now breathing deeply and much more relaxed.

As he gets up to his feet though, I’m in for a huge surprise.  Devin immediately rushes me and pushes me up against a wall, pinning me against his larger body as he begins grinding up against me, smelling my neck and forcing me into a passionate kiss.  I feel his tongue force its way into my mouth, tasting me and pulling out so Devin could rip my shirt in half and begin sucking on my nipples, making me cringe from pure sensation, moaning from the force and suction.  

“You like that don’t you, you fucking faggot?!” Devin barks into my face before ripping my pants and boxers off, leaving me completely nude except for my black socks before he rips his own clothes off except for his white and backwards facing hat and begins shoving me down the hall to his room. With one forceful push, he essentially throws me through the doorway and onto his bed.  I’m so confused at this point, but Zim sends me a quick telepathic message.

This body has a lot of pent up anger.  Need to take it out on your tight boypussy, Jim. This will hurt, but I know it’s what you want.

He was absolutely right, but I questioned the accuracy of that statement as Devin slammed all 8 inches of his lubed cock into me in one monstrous thrust that didn’t even give me a chance to loosen up enough to take him.  

I screamed as the fullness overtook me, 8 wide inches immediately stretching out my boycunt and filling me so deep to my core. 

“It’s okay.  It’s okay,” he cooed, lulling me into a false sense of security. That was Zim trying to tame some of that aggression.  Fucking chill, Zim.  Let Devin tear my hole apart!  He was probably worried for my safety, but all I care about is being pumped full of Devin’s cock right now! 

I think he got the message.  Devin started getting more and more enthusiastic with the fucking. I really did wince and scream from the pain, but fuck, my boy dick still got super hard. Before I knew it, Devin had grabbed my hair and anchored a hand around my hips, and was already pistoning into me, pulling me into each thrust and smiling with such cockiness and dominance. 

“Fucking take it, you faggot cock whore!” he growled, taking extra attention and care to spear my prostate with each thrust, simultaneously stimulating and hurting it. 

“nnnnnnngggggggg PLEASE Devin!  Slow down!  Please just-nnnngggggggggaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh s-s-slow downnnnnnnn” I wail as he pile drives into me, making me tremble and beg for relief, but also dripping precum out of my hard as steel dick.  No matter how much it hurts, this is exactly what I want- to be dominated by a sexy straight stud like Devin.

“You sick fucking queer!  Taking it up the ass like some FREAK” Someone to talk ruthlessly to me and make me feel like a naughty boy for just a brief moment in time.

“I can't hear you moaning you FAG!  This cock ain’t enough for you?  Let’s see how you like THIS!” He yells as he starts digging the tip of a finger in, stretching the opening of my hole as he forces that finger in next to his cock.  I toss my head back, shrieking as my boycunt gets taken to its limits, shivering and begging him to stop.

“NNNNGGGGGGGGGG PLEASE!!! DEVIN!!! EVEN JUST YOUR COCK IS TOO BIG!” I hollered with a touch of honesty.  

“You can fucking take this dick!” He replied, smacking me hard on the ass.

“AGggghhhhhhhh I CAN’T!” I cried out. He didn’t care though.  All he did was let my hair go and grab both sides of my hips, giving him better leverage to pull me with his strong upper body onto his powerful thrusts. With strength like his, it was almost like he had made me into some human fleshlight, pulling me with such savage power and force that my stretched boypussy felt like some sort of sex tool meant to embrace and milk his dick for the novelty enjoyment.  That just made me even harder though as my dribbling precum started making a dark wet spot below me. 

“I told you could take it,” he grunts with a calm sneer as my hard boycock swings around beneath me, finally reaching its limit as it starts blowing all over the green comforter. I feel my already tight hole clamp and squeeze Devin’s meat, milking him and sending him to his limit as he starts roaring and thrashing his head around, sending sweat flying all over the room, a lot of it landing on my bare back.  I feel him picking up speed, pumping furiously into my convulsing hole and extending my own orgasm before he finally pumps into me, staying super deep in me as he trembles, collapsing onto me and pinning me beneath him, groaning loudly as the first shot rockets deep inside me, and almost whining from the sensation as he pumps each new rope of milk even deeper into me, finally grunting with one last thrust before relaxing on top of me, letting me feel the warmth of that chest pressed firmly down on my back.  

“That was unexpected,” I say with a gasp.

“Yeah, I guess we both really needed that, you fucking faggot,” He growls as he thrusts his still hard meat into me one more time, just to hear me yelp.  Before I even know what’s happening though I feel Devin’s five o clock shadow tickling between my ass cheeks as that mouth forms a suctioned seal on my asshole.  

“Wait!  What are y-nnngggggggg OOhhhhhhhhh MAN!!! Unnnngggggggggg,” I moan as I feel Zim wiggling his way inside me.  It feels so good and weird to have him squirming his way deep into my hole, desperately trying to reach and eat Devin’s milk, but the sensation is so great that my instinct is to clamp my legs tight so I can squirm them together.  Right as I almost give in to the pleasure and crush my little green friend, Devin aligns his knees between mine and forcibly spreads me wide, keeping my boycunt a safe place for Zim to feast on Devin’s milk.  

“So much fucking milk in your faggot cunt!” Devin notes with disdain and disgust.

“Thank you!” I gasp, letting Zim know that this forced fuck was a turn on like no other.

“Shut up!” Devin growls as he slaps my ass. Hard.  I know that that was Zim’s way of saying “You’re welcome.”  I just smile and let my friend finish his meal as Carter walks in, enviously eyeing Zim eating out his brother’s cum feast.  

“Dad just pulled in the driveway…” I groan as Zim pops out of me, getting scooped up by Devin and put into his mouth before he responded to both of us,

So somehow I got this inspiration to combine this story with the Zim’s series

After spending days fucking like rabbits with his best friend that now impersonated the blond linebacker Brian, the impostor Alex decided to engage with more of Alex’s friends and give “Brian” some alone time and probably play with some of the football jocks to keep up the appearance. Lucky for “Alex”, a party is already placed in his calendar tonight and that seems like a good way to test how perfect his cover as Alex while probably looking out for some more bodies that he can pile as his stock. Tapping into Alex’s memory, he decided to contact Alex’s senior frat bro that always looked out for him in the frat house, a hairy handsome hunk and a recent alumni named Carter Levine. Damn…….this Carter guy can be a good look to impersonate too, and seems like a tool so it should be easy

Carter’s PoV

Jim is busy rubbing Carter’s back while replying the DMs from those thirsty hoes and gays that flooded Carter’s DM when a message popped in

“Hey, there’s a message from someone named Lil Bro Alex,”

Carter instantly peaked with interest upon hearing the name as he turned his head

“That’s a younger member in my frat, that rich boy really looked up to me,”

“You know I like rich dude. He asked you to come to a party with him, said that you already tagged him for it and want to confirm about it,”

“Let me take a look,” he said as he grabbed the phone from Jim’s hand. While looking at the message and typing the reply to it, Zim is still busy minding his own business sucking the shit out of Carter’s fat beer can cock with his tiny mouth, but still seamlessly controlled the hairy husk

“Done. For tonight, you better stay here and please yourself with Henry, he’ll be home around 7 and he probably needs his most loved son slash fucktoy around to please him after his tiring flight from New York,”

“But I wanna have fun with people my age, can I come with you?”

“I don’t think Alex will like the idea of a fag tagging along with us frat bros for the night. We need the pussy lining up to get fucked for tonight, not talking to you about some tv shows or shits,” Carter said with a smirk

“Fuck you,” replied Jim, punching Carter playfully as he knows those words means nothing other than some teasing from Zim

“I promise you’ll have me for the entirety of tomorrow, how’s that sound?”

“Pfftt…as if I’ll care about you tomorrow. I’ll be busy riding your dad’s dick, Carter, you are nothing but just some submissive boytoy blessed with divinely jock-ish body, you are not a match against your own dad,”

“Now you hurt my feelings,” said the controlled Carter as he pinned Jim to the grass and start grinding his body, “guess one outdoor fuck sesh before I get myself ready for the party tonight won’t be a problem, I’ll let you enjoy all these musky hairs before I shave it for the night,” he continued as he goes straight to Jim’s gaping lips, kissing Jim’s ravenously like he’s the tastiest meal on Earth

The Party

There’s so many people in the party, it’s like almost all LA and its surrounding area gathered here. Alex and Carter bonded pretty well despite not meeting up for the past few months. Both somehow got the same idea to don sleeveless top, probably because the weather is not necessarily good to use shirt that will be soaked in the end and not like they need to look presentable like it’s some formal party, they wanna fuck after all

“Hey bro, got your eyes on some chicks tonight?” asked Alex while licking his lips, both boys are looking at the crowd below

“Well, I have some targets, but I’m not in a rush,” replied Carter confidently

“Me too, and I’m currently looking at him,” said Alex all in a sudden as he groped Carter’s ass without any warning

“Hey bro, what the heck?”

“Well……the lockdown sort of introduced me to some new outlook in life and damn bro, I wanna go down with you,”

Damn this guy is straightforward, Zim thought. But isn’t he supposedly straight as an arrow? What is up in here? He’s been in humans for almost two months now but this is his first time seeing someone that supposedly act certain ways suddenly behaved like the other way around. Is this guy hit his head or something?

“Bro, are you drunk?”

“No bro, I’m totally sober. Well……a little bit tipsy but I’m completely aware of what I just said to you bro. You’re hot, I heard how intense your sex were with those girls, I want to experience that,”

Alex knows that this is risky, but the only way to make Carter his new acquisition,yet another pile of body added to his stockpile, is through fucking, either he fucks Carter or Carter fucks him. He found the courage to do this because once at a party years before, Carter drunkenly admitted to want to see how well Alex’s lips wrapped around his cock tightly because Alex really got one heck of a sloppy mouth and seemingly able to take one heck of a long pipe in his throat, as if he has no gag reflex or something. All because he saw Alex devoured this thick bratwurst with ease and the boy is a big eater despite his athletic body and that’s what makes Carter curious. That’s why he brought it up and no matter how hard Carter wanted to deny that or acted that he forgot about it, Alex knew Carter remembered it. Too bad he didn’t know that Carter has no longer “exist” and something ominous ran Carter’s head instead for the past few weeks. The tiny 3 inches alien read Alex thought like a fucking text message. That put a smirk in his handsome face as he is intrigued by this human

“Some superpowered human, that’s new. Should have read your mind earlier,” he thought to himself as he finally said, “well, if you wanna be like those girls, follow me then,”

And Alex, still none the wiser about the inhumanity of the human walking in front of him happily followed “Carter” to this one room with its door slightly open. Then, Alex locked the door and instantly undressed himself while Carter smirks and slowly takes off his clothing. The eager Alex, thinking he’ll get access to Carter’s seed so he can pose as the hairy hunk, quickly positioned himself in all flour while facing the headboard. His back slightly arched and his ass already presented to welcome Carter’s thick dick. Without any warning, Carter shoves the entire meat in one go, the dick only lubed with the slight sweat that accumulated due to the summer’s head and his choice of underwear. That shoving caused Alex to howl but Carter quickly stuff that mouth of his with his soaked underwear before he can finish that howling

“Good boy gonna stay quiet while taking the pounding of a real man, got it,”

Alex nodded, fuck, this dude better shoot his load fast because he’s not ready taking this pounding for too long. He can pass out if it goes too long and imagine if he passes out without getting any of those creamy white load? All of this pain will go to waste so he makes sure to make things extra tight for Carter as he clenched his hole to make that dick have a hard time sliding out and making more friction to his boypussy

“UNNGGHHHH DAMNNNNNNN—– SHHHIIITTT…..you are tighter than a virgin if that’s possible—-UMNNHHHH FUCKING TAKE THIS,” Carter said as he released his dick and shove it yet again which caused Alex to arch his back even more

Carter then grabs Alex’s hair while riding him like a mule and that’s when a devilish smirk appeared in his face as he decided to share what he knows already about Alex’s plan

“I know you are not my bro Alex. I can read your mind. Guess what, you are not the only impostor here,” he said with a dark undertone as Alex’s face turned pale all in a sudden upon hearing Carter’s confession with that deep and somehow quite sadistic voice of his that manage to also send shiver all across his body

Zim uses Carter’s strength to keep Alex locked in his position as he slammed Alex’s head to the mattress. Alex tried to break free, sensing some kind of danger lurking and ready to deliver a deadly blow but then, he can feel something ticklish in the back of his neck after Carter spits on him and in reflex, he moves his hand to swat the location where the ticklish sensation comes from. Carter quickly reacted and grab both of Alex’s hands, stopping his ability to hurt Zim as Zim makes his way to the ear canal. Alex thrashes wildly while Carter’s keeping him in position, his body weight locked him in place while his right hand managed to stop Alex’s arm to flail around and endanger Zim’s life and his left hand pressed Alex’s convulsing head. Time is the essence and as soon as he arrives at the brain, Zim quickly devours that free will and bodily control part of Alex’s brain and then easily out-powering Carter and set himself free. He takes out Carter’s sweaty and musky jockstrap from his mouth and then speak,

“Fuck that hurts. And damn my tongue still got that taste of your balls. Anyway, good job keeping this asshole locked in place,”

“Piece of cake. He’s no match against me,”

“Well, what about now?”

In instance, the body altered with ease to resemble this huge guy whose DNA already stored in Alex’s system

“Mackenzie Loew, you are one fucking superstar,” Zim said, using the gruff’s daddy voice while calling out the real name of the Alex impostor, “He got 7 guys and 2 girls already. And he’s not the only one,” Zim said while fondling the erect dick of his current look, his mind travelled to this secret gathering of powered human, their brain must be even more powerful than the average human and can be very useful for power consolidation and ensuring no opposition that can rattle his plan. He looks at Carter’s naked form, fuck, being bigger than Carter is such a power trip. And well, not like he already received Carter’s cum, his look certainly can come in handy to have rather than having to constantly rely on using his husk. Using his much larger frame, he tossed Carter with ease to the bed and give that hairy boyhole of his a pounding from this hot daddy’s uncut dick

The Following Day, Jim’s PoV

I don’t mind to put any clothing as I walk to the kitchen to fetch some water for my sore throat. Damn, he really went to town last night, guess no one sucked his dick during that conference he attended the past few days. Is Zim not home yet? He didn’t tell me anything since last night

*ping*

Oh wait…..a new message, Carter. Humh, this is new. What video is he sending me now?

Wait…..that’s not Carter…..that’s the guy he said he wanna hangout with, Lil Bro Alex.

“Hey Jim,” said the message that followed the text

Then, a picture comes in again,

Wait…..that’s an entirely different guy, a rather dark-skinned hot stuff with something that seems exciting down below. His body seems big and I feel like I want to caress my finger all over that abs while checking on what he’s packing

“Hey Jim,” said the message once more. But not long after that, yet another picture, this time featuring a very handsome and ripped Eastern Asian man, his skin seems so smooth and now he is in the bathroom?

“Hey Jim,”

What the fuck is happening here? I instantly call Carter’s number, my dick throbbing hard looking at his catch in one day. Is Zim making his way into those dudes? All in one night?! Hot damn that tiny bastard is one hungry fella!

“Hey there Jim, Alex turned out to store one heck of a surprise, like that surprise you gave Rick when you hid those cum in your mouth and gave that to me through that sweet sweet kiss,”

Is this the voice of the Korean guy? Sounds odd……very….Southern or at least it has some Southern influence in it, and that’s definitely an American English. Another picture just delivered….and bam, yet another different guy and it seems like he’s the owner of the voice I’m talking to now, a rather thuggish tattooed blond

“What kind of surprise? Is he even more loaded than what we thought? Does that mean I can get that Ferrari I want? Why did you take so much body in one night huh?

“Hahahah, calm down you greedy human, that Ferrari is a piece of cake, but we’ll talk about it later. I have something to tell you, an even better news about the Alex guy. Turns out, the motherfucker has this kind of superpower, he’s a shapeshifter and I decided to consume the entirety of his brain…..for research purposes,”

My throbbing dick instantly releases its load upon hearing that fact…….now not only able to turn human into his puppet, Zim can shapeshift too?

“I’ll tell more about it later but I have a guest coming soon, gonna tell you more when I finished with my business for the day, get yourself ready,”

Back to Alex’s Apartment

“Yo babe, open the door. What’s so urgent huh?” said the impostor Brian while knocking at Alex’s door

NOT MY STORY. STORY IS ORIGNALLY FROM VCHRIS1989.TUMBLR.COM WHICH DEACTIVATED YEARS AGO. REPOSTED FOR RECORD KEEPING PURPOSES)

So I still can’t really believe what’s happening. I’m on my way to the mall with my abusive foster father, but it’s not really Jason because he’s been possessed by a humanoid alien named Zim who wants to find the perfect host that’ll let him have fun and also give me the father I’ve always wanted. Pretty rad, huh?

“So…how did you learn to drive so fast?” I ask as Zim cruises along to the mall, with me in the passenger seat.

“Even if I didn’t absorb all of Jason’s knowledge and abilities- hello? Intergalactic space travel and whatnot!”

“Yeah, but you crashed,” I retort with some sarcasm.

“Oh you’re lucky it’s me in control, you little fag.  I can feel Jason’s personality boiling right now!”

“Looks like you let a little slip out…”

“Oh, shit you’re right.  I-”

“It’s okay!  Feel free to let him slip out more often.  I kind of like it…”

“Don’t interrupt me, you queer!” Jason’s body growls at me before winking subtly, letting me know Zim is playing along.  

My shorts start tenting against my better judgment, making Jason shake his head in disgust, turning me on even more.  

We arrived at the food court and just talked while we waited for someone fun to try out, but I couldn’t help but wonder about the morality of all this.  I mean, I know last night I made it seem like I had things pretty rough, and I did, but is it really okay for me to allow even someone as awful as Jason to be enslaved against his will?  I was never one to focus on the negative side of life anyway, so I don’t feel like I’m getting something I deserve.  It’s impossible to deny the desire and want that burns within me though…I-

“You know I can read your thoughts, right?” Zim says with food in Jason’s mouth.  He finishes devouring the last bite of burger and then looks me right in the eyes, projecting his thoughts into my mind as he assures me that no child should be an orphaned, abused, victim of the system, that desires are nothing to be ashamed of, and that Jason will be more than happy because he won’t know any better.  Then he leans in so close I can feel Jason’s hot breath on my neck as he says, “besides, a little queer like you can’t resist having a sexy Daddy to fill your tight boycunt at night.”  Zim uses Jason’s tongue to slowly lick the side of my neck, making me yelp as powerful desire surges through my body.  As much as I hated Jason in his previous life, I can’t help but get hard.

“See, I knew you were a queer,” I hear Jason’s voice say as he grabs my package through the fabric of my shorts.  “This is for me, isn’t it?” He presses on as he begins squeezing and rubbing me.  I’m groaning, trying to keep some form of compsure.  Luckily, before I start leaking precum he stops and points out a lone Daddy candidate, a super buff and strong looking walking hulk of manly sex appeal.

There are some people around him, but within a minute or two they all disperse, leaving this sexy stud all by himself…with no witnesses.

“He’s not too young?” Zim asks.

“Maybe.  But my ideal Daddy is more about attitude than age.  And he has to smell like a Daddy.”

“Well let’s test him out!” Zim says as he stands Jason up and gives me a directive nod as he starts walking over.

About 12 feet away he stops and grabs my hand.

“Okay I’m about to slip out of Jason.  He’ll be a little disoriented, but he’ll be pliable.  Just feed him suggestions and he’ll absorb them as his own thoughts and motivations.  Ready, you little cunt?”

“Yessssss,” I gleefully respond.

“unnnnnnnnnnggggggg,” Jason’s body moans and quivers with pleasure as Zim rearranges and travels through him, popping out of his mouth and onto my fingertips as Jason is left in a momentary daze, finally giving me the chance to see my small humanoid alien friend for the first time.

Jason leans in real close and whispers, “Don’t worry- I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve and I think this one will work best for this plan.  I can remotely control up to two bodies when I’m outside a vessel.”

I’m amazed by the computational capacity of Zim’s mind that he is able to simultaneously see, think, and act for himself and Jason, but without a hitch he makes Jason go over and distract this hunk long enough for me to drop the green Zim in that bowl of salad.

“So yeah, that’s my routine for shoulders and pecs.  Hope that helps,” the hot stranger says to Jason as he absentmindedly prepares another bite of salad.

“Bet it’s a lot of hard work to maintain a body like that.”

“Yeah.  It’s tough, but the rewards are worth it. Trust me.  Once you get your dream body, the world is so much more fun.”

“Can’t wait to find out.” Jason says as this stranger pulls the fork into his mouth, ignorant of the fact that Zim had hopped on board.  

Before the hunk can take a single bite, Zim zips down his throat, making the man grab at his throat and groan out in a panic.  Jason grabs onto the man and starts what appears to be a Heimlich maneuver, but he’s actually just subduing the man as Zim’s physical form travels up the man’s brain stem, making him convulse and twitch and panic even more desperately.

I’m getting so aroused as I watch this hunk of a man be converted to a vessel and slave.  His eyes just rolled to the back of his head and Jason lets his slumbering form sink into his seat as Zim absorbs this man’s essence and consumes the part of his brain responsible for free will.  

“When can we try him out?” I asked eagerly.

“Patience is a virtue.” Jason responds.  “Don’t worry though.  Only takes a minute or two.  Say, you really are a queer whore for Daddy cock.”

I’m sweating.

“Maybe one day, when you trust me more…”

Shit, I’m starting to get hard again.

“You’ll let me slide this thick cock inside your tight boycunt.  You know you want it, you fag.  My Daddy seed filling you up will make a fag like you feel whole and complete,” Jason whispers seductively as he leans in and twists one of my nipples just a little too rough, making me yelp in pleasure and pain.  “God damn, you really are a fucking queer.”

“C-c-can I-I-I-”

“God damnit, just spit it out!”

“Can I smell your pits later?”

“Like I give a shit.  Long as you agree to suck my cock some, like a good fag.”

I just nod my head as Jason’s cruel and straight guy personality fulfills my darkest sexual kinks.

“Whoah!  Rick!  You okay?!” Two of this stranger’s gym bros holler as they come over just a moment before Zim finishes absorbing the last of Rick’s mind, assuming full control as he leans back and slips into character.

“Yeah, bros!  Just needed to rest my head for a sec.  Not everyone can handle the workout I just destroyed,” Rick says with Zim in full control.

Jason and I wait a few meters out as Zim satisfies these bros with a little more conversation to put them at ease before he struts over to our table, oozing confidence and vascular sex appeal.

“Jason, go home.  Live your life as usual until called upon,” Zim says with a tone as sharp as a scalpel.

“Yes, Zim.”

“Actually, call me Rick whenever I’m in this vessel,” Rick says with a grin as he lifts his arm and begins sniffing all that musky and manly sweat leftover from that workout.

“Yes, Rick,” Jason says before his facial expression returns to its usually serious and mean look as he walks back to his car.

Meanwhile, Rick has really been going at it, getting lost in his own euphoria as he begins rubbing his hands all over his body, moaning as he feels the ripples of his own muscle definition.

*Ding Ding Ding*

Rick looks and answers his phone.

“Hey Baby.  Yeah.  Yeah.  Hey listen, I’m a little swamped with projects from the office.  Won’t be able to see you for a few days.  Oh don’t you worry.  I’ll make it up to you,” Rick says with so much seduction wrapped around that last line that my cock starts getting rock hard for the billionth time today.

*Click*

“This vessel has a very sexually active partner-”

“Come on, Zim.  You want us to call you Rick when you’re inside him.  What would Rick say?  You’re sounding all hyper intelligent alien again.”

He doesn’t say another word.  Rick just changes his facial expression from that curious and satisfied grin to one of cockiness and pride.

“Got a bitch with a real hungry cunt waiting on me.”

Oh God.

“She’s a good gal, but man that pussy between her legs drives me wild.”

Shit.  He’s leaning in closer.

“Milks all the juices straight out of me.  My girl doesn’t like to fuck clean.  Likes a little…riiiisssskkkk,” he whispers into my ear as he’s so close to me I can feel his scruff gliding and scratching along my face, sending what feels like currents of electricity coursing down my spine.  

“I know I’d have a great time with that tight cunt, but something tells me your boycunt wants my meat even more,” Rick says with dominance as he reaches his strong hands down to my crotch and cups me in his large and strong grip, making me gasp as I dart my eyes around to make sure no one is watching.

“Rick!  What if someone-”

“Shut up, slut!  Let Daddy decide when it’s time to find somewhere more private.  Besides, you haven’t even asked to smell me yet.”

Fuck me I’m so hard right now as Rick keeps massaging my balls and caressing my precum leaking cock through my shorts.  This is so embarrassing, I mean for fuck sake what if someone sees me?!  But I can’t deny…how much I’ve always wanted this to happen.

“Rick!” I hiss with elation, “Daddy!  Please can I smell your manly pits.  Can your boy take in your sweaty masculine odor.  Pleeeeeease.”  I begin cautiously reaching to touch him when Rick firmly grabs both of my hands and brings them to his strong pecs.  

“Squeeze that muscle you little boycunt.  Feel Daddy’s muscle,” Rick grunts.

I begin caressing his strong chest through his tight shirt, making him grunt with satisfaction as I find his sensitive nipples and begin circling them with my thumbs while I cup and squeeze his massive pecs in my hands.

“Car!  Now!  I can tell how much you want it, whore.  Ahhh fuckkkk yeah my nips are sensitive.”

I’m surprised in the best way as Rick immediately stands up, grabs the front of my shirt in his tight fist, and literally drags me behind him as I struggle to walk in line with his quick pace.  Before I can even express concern though, he growls, “I don’t give a fuck who sees.  I want the whole world to know I own you.”

“Ohhhhh thank you, Daddy,” I moan as the kinkiness makes me shiver and leak so much precum I can feel it dripping down my thigh.

“Holy Shit!  That’s your car?!” I ask with giddy excitement.

“You should see the one I have back home.  This is my day car.  I don’t care if this one gets a little…messy.  And don’t forget we’re just test driving!  Gonna have way more adventures before we find your permanent Daddy.  But for now get your queer whore mouth over here and suck on these pits!” Rick says as he pulls his shirt off, revealing the sculpted muscle mass and ridges of his pecs and abs.  

We’re finally in the safety and privacy of Rick’s ride as I feel all of my desires burst to the surface.  My mouth finds itself latched onto Rick’s sweaty pits like a vacuum cleaner as I take all that musky hair in my mouth, sucking all his grimy odors and licking him clean.

“Yeahhhh, really get in there.  Use that tongue, cunt.  Lick me.  Taste me!  Clean your Daddy!” Rick howls as he grabs the back of my head and presses me hard over his pit, locking m in place and making it impossible to breathe anything else but his manly filth.  I grab at his arms, overwhelmed and needing a break for fresh air, but he keeps me firmly locked onto his musky pit until I feel like I’m seeing stars.  Finally, he pulls my head off him, chuckling as I gasp for breath.

“Don’t even say a word.  Your little boy cock speaks louder than words,” Rick says as he darts his eyes on the dark damp patch on the front of my shorts.  Shit, my body is so overwhelmed by desire.  I hope I have enough juice left to actually blow a load because this flow of precum is insane.

“You know, Jim.  I don’t know if this body is proper Daddy material.  I think you deserve someone a little hairier and…sloppier.  But Rick will still make a good slave,” I hear my extraterrestrial friend say with Rick’s thick and velvety baritone before kicking his car into high gear and speeding off.

We’re cruising along and jamming out to Rick’s tunes as I hungrily lick and suck on Rick’s upper body, enjoying his reaction when I latch onto one of those dark and hard nipples, making him twitch a little until I get brave enough to reach down and rub his firm meat through the soft fabric of his exercise shorts.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh SHIT!” Rick starts shouting as he cringes from head to toe, grinding his teeth and arching his back, fingers gripping the steering wheel so tight they go white.

“What’s Wrong?!”

“SOMETHING WEIRD I- UNNNNGGGG FUCK!  THINK I JUST FINISHED PROCESSING RICK’S SEX DRIVE I-AHHHHHHH MY SHIT UNNNNGGGGGG- CAN’T TAKE THIS HORNINESS MAN!  GOTTA TAKE A BREAK!” Rick yells as I see my tiny green friend emerge from his ear and plop onto Rick’s shoulder as Rick’s body convulses briefly and I feel Rick’s hard meat start vibrating and pumping as a flood of warm cum fills his shorts.  Gosh, for some reason I kept my hand tightly gripping Rick’s meat, but ohhhh I’m so glad I did.  And lucky we were at a long red light!

Rick’s entire body shudders before relaxing in time for the green light.

“Sometimes that just happens.  I can’t process a stud like Rick’s sex drive all at once, so it will just crash down like a wave later.  Thought you’d enjoy it,” Rick says with a wink.

I forgot about Zim’s neat trick.  He’s sitting on Rick’s sculpted shoulders, but he can still see, feel, and control Rick from a first person perspective in his mind.  Sort of like some hybridization of telepathy, mind control, and possession. I do have one unanswered question though: “Did you just cum?”

“Well Some guys will spontaneously cum when I enter or exit…And Rick was already aroused anyway…I had to get out because I can still control him from the exterior, but the sensory overload from earlier was dampened to manageable levels.  Don’t worry, though.  That one didn’t count.  So many more loads in these big nuts ready to be churned into your whore mouth.”

Zim’s physical form is getting a little weak, so I watch in awe as he seamlessly turns Rick’s head and opens his mouth as Zim reaches in and scoops out some of the salad Rick had been eating earlier.

“Thought I’d save some for the road,” Rick remarks as Zim hungrily devours the moist lettuce leaf shreds.  

“Fuck I’m hot!” Rick exclaims as he flexes a bicep and smirks.  Meanwhile, I’m trying to build up the courage to grab that cock…skin on skin this time.  And with Rick’s powerful persona I’m afraid he’ll beat the shit out of me if I don’t ask for permission.

“…Can I?” I ask meekly as I slowly reach my hand for his crotch.

“Better get to work you fag.  Better be as good or better than my girl!”

Rick keeps cruising as I pull his moist shorts down, surprised when that cum soaked cock springs back up harder than ever.

“Yeah you cunt, use my old jizz as lube.  Pump my slick man cock.  You know you want to.”

He lifts his ass up to let me pull his shorts and compression shorts down past his knees.

“Can’t resist this meat, huh?”

I don’t respond.  I just lean down and close my eyes as I smell that beautiful 8 inch work of thick sexual art.  The smell of his natural manly odors mixed with the musky sweat from his workout earlier and his fresh and warm cum is scent nirvana.  I lean down even more and see a little puddle of cum resting undisturbed on top of Rick’s trimmed bush.  Looking up, Rick gives me a subtle wink, reminding me that Zim is still in control and emboldening me enough to move my mouth over that spot of cum and close my lips around it, moaning as the salty cream ignited my taste buds and left me wanting more!  I nibbled on Rick’s pubes, making him grunt a little from pain as I hungrily yanked and tried to find more delicious cum!

I know what I have to do to get more!  Leaning back up I sniff my way up Rick’s shaft, licking up as much old cum as I can before I start poking his piss slit with my tongue.  I start swirling my tongue around that thick cock head, closing my mouth around it and literally trying to suck out any juices that are still trapped deeper up in his piss slit.

“ohhhhhhhhh Jim  FUCK you really are a hungry little cunt!  You wanna swallow this meat?”

I don’t answer.  I just part my jaws and begin gliding him deeper inside me, feeling that shaft go smoothly into my mouth until he’s gliding down my throat and I feel my nose nestled firmly against those musky pubes.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh YEAH JIM!” Rick growls as he grabs my head with his free hand and shoves me forcefully down onto his meat, shoving me up and down his cock so hard and fast that I gag as his cock spears its way down my unprepared throat.  FUCK this kinda hurts, but I love Rick’s strength as he let’s me know he’ll use me however he wants.  When he shoves me down onto his cock I couldn’t lift off even if I tried- his strong grip is impenetrably tight around the back of my neck and head.

I want to show how enthusiastic I can be.  That even when I’m being used to capacity I can still give back.  Catching Rick off guard I begin tightening my throat with his cock still inside me, squeezing his dick and igniting every nerve ending in his meat as his spit and cum lubed dick glides through the tightened opening I’ve made.

“OHMYFUCKKKK!!!!  UNNngGGGGGG I’m too fucking strong for you- OH SHIT SO GOOOOOD!   YEAH TAKE IT!!!” Rick roars as he thrusts his strong hips against my face, forcing his meat even harder and faster down my throat.

“You son of a!!!!!  UNNNNNGGGGGGG I need to be back in there!  BACK IN THE BODY!!!!!!” Rick screams as he releases my head and uses the free hand to grab and massage his pecs, face scrunching up as he keeps thrusting into my face- without his strong grip to guide me I start thrusting my own throat down onto his thrusting cock, making his abs and thighs contract and pop with unprecedented vascularity as Zim’s physical form desperately crawls back into Rick’s open mouth!

Right as Zim resumes full sensory control of Rick, it starts!  His hips spasm so powerfully he’s lifted off his seat as his back arches and the veins on his neck look like they could burst from the pressure.

“FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK YEEEAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Rick roars as the full sensory overload crashes over him like a tidal wave as he pumps uncontrollably and recklessly down my throat, filling me with his warm juices.  Load after load of endless delicious cum pouring into me!  There’s so much I can’t swallow it all and it starts building up in my mouth, making Rick’s cock so unbelievably slick as he winces and yelps one last time, thrusting one last load into the puddle I’m struggling to contain in my mouth!  I slowly withdraw, making Rick cringe from the pleasure as he feels the suction of my mouth glide all the way up to his cock head before releasing with a POP.  As his meat slaps onto his lower abs he moans out as one last shot of cum dribbles out pools in his belly button.

Rick’s face shows the change in his mood as the roaring, almost animal-like dominance relaxes until it’s more like subdued dominance, finally becoming a sneer.

“You hungry whore.  We’re definitely keeping this vessel.  I like him,” Rick says with bone chilling coolness.  “Now get up here and fucking kiss me.  Let me taste him.”

I reach over Rick’s handsome and chiseled face, hiding the pool of cum I’ve stored in my mouth, ready to give him a pleasant surprise.  Leaning in, Rick grabs me and yanks my lips onto his, forcing his tongue into my mouth and sucking forcefully.  His eyes shoot wide open as he begins sucking on my mouth more and more ravenously, pulling me tighter onto him and swirling his tongue into my mouth as if to extract every drop of his own juices form my mouth.  I feel and hear him moaning in gluttoned satisfaction into my mouth, the deep and velvety baritone making my entire mouth and chest cavity vibrate from the depth of his powerful voice.

Rick parks the car before Zim’s true form wiggles out of his ear and I hear Rick tell me to scoop the cum in his bellybutton into my hands.  After getting that last lump of juices safely in my palms, Zim divebombs onto that puddle, rolling for joy as he devours the cum directly in his true form. My little friend vibrates with the joy and energy it gives him as he absorbs Rick’s seed.  Telepathically he tells me that cum is his favorite form of vitality and sustenance, that in all the galaxy there is no equal food source.  Getting greedy I lean back down to lick more cum off Rick’s somehow still hard cock, but before my lips can make contact I feel Rick’s strong arms push me back against my seat, locking me down as I witness Zim hop onto Rick and crawl up to his piss slit, sucking powerfully whilst Rick moans and squirms.  Fuck, I wonder what that’s like- feeling the pleasure in Rick’s body as he sucks the cum out of Rick’s meat…

Zim reads my mind and gives me the next best thing as he yanks off Rick’s soiled  underwear from around his ankles and a sweaty sock, tossing them both in my face before Rick’s hands go into position behind his head, elbows splayed out as he closes his eyes and shivers, surges of pleasure shooting up his chest and down his thighs as Zim finishes his meal.

Finally slowing down to a halt, Zim climbs back up to Rick’s mouth and slides back up to the brain.

“Oh yesssssss that was nice.  Rick will be an invaluable source of energy.  Next load is mine too.  You already had your fill.  Huff that sweaty sock and lick all the cum off those shorts.  You earned that much, cunt.  Really made this cock feel good.  I have one more surprise for you though.”

I wait in anticipation as Rick remains still and speechless, getting slightly redder but otherwise not doing anything.  Then I feel my own precum dripping again as Rick’s body starts dripping sweat as if he were in the middle of a power set at the gym.  Our car suck already had him glistening, but this is just ridiculous!  His neatly done hair is dripping musky fluid like a leaky faucet and the sweat that’s dripping down his face and beard!  There’s even some dripping down off his nipples and splashing onto his rock hard and soaked abs.  

“I control ALL of Rick’s systems when I’m inside him.  Thought you’d like this one,” Rick says with a wink as I lunge at him, licking the sweat dripping down his thighs as I suck the musky sweat off his soaking wet bush and work my way up his god-like core and chest, savoring the saltiness and feeling overwhelmed by the stench filling his car.  Zim relaxed the sweat flow, afraid of overly dehydrating Rick’s body right as I finished cleaning the sweat off his beard, swirling my tongue around that scruff and eventually finding my way back onto his mouth as he breaks character and pulls me in gently for a tender kiss, gripping me just tight enough with Rick’s strong arms to make me feel secure as we really get into our kiss, his scruff tickling my lips and neck.

“You know you were such a boycunt…I think you deserve a reward,” he says with a wink as he begins reaching his manly hands into my shorts, grabbing a hold of my throbbing boy cock as I gasp and shudder, almost convulsing as he begins forcefully pumping me with those ridiculously strong hands.

(NOT MY STORY. STORY IS ORIGNALLY FROM VCHRIS1989.TUMBLR.COM WHICH DEACTIVATED YEARS AGO. REPOSTED FOR RECORD KEEPING PURPOSES)

Life hasn’t been easy these last couple of years.  My name is Jim, and I’m an eighteen year-old victim of the foster-care system.  Home to home, legal guardians exploiting me for the cash provided by the state.  Neglect, bare minimum necessities provided, and occasional abuse are simply stitched into the fabric of my life.  Being gay hasn’t exactly made this any easier.  I came out to my most recent foster family and they kicked me out- pretty sure they’re gonna collect a couple more checks and then say I ran away or some shit.  Lucky for me I’ve been crashing and showering at my friend Sarah’s house.  I don’t want to intrude too much on her kindness though, so the other nights I try to find any shelter or dry spot that’s close enough to the high school that I can walk there in time for class.  That’s the bare-boned stripped down version of my story, but I don’t get too severely depressed because I still have one thing going for me; I’m smart.  Now, I know my occasionally relaxed grammar might suggest otherwise, but my test scores are at the front of the pack.  The school was nice enough to pay for my SAT- it’s the beginning of junior year and I got a 2340 without any studying or prep.  I get some shit about being a nerd and not working out and being strong, but I don’t have time for that.  I have to make sure I can get a full ride to college because that will be the only way I can ever escape this life.  It would be easier if I had a Dad to help me through this.  I never met either of my parents since they died when I was too young to remember much, but sometimes I yearn for just a chance to meet my Dad.  I obviously still wish I had a mom, but the absence of a father in my life is what has had the most long-lasting impact on me and my psyche.  I hate to admit this, but I think this yearning has mixed in with my budding sexuality, making me crave a strong, hairy, and masculine daddy to hold me close at night and protect me from the evils of the world.  But I digress…

Sometimes I get kind of lost in my thoughts while walking through the park at night.  I know that sounds kind of dangerous, but trust me; in this town the most exciting criminal activity is a neighbor playing music too loud.  And it’s really quiet here and it’s about the only time I have to just think and not stress about shit I can’t control.  Some Friday night, huh?  Most of my peers are out getting trashed and living it up, but I already have all my homework for Monday and Tuesday done, having worked all night long just to have the rest of my weekend to coast and go with the flow.  The local shelter is 24/7 and never at full occupancy, so I can come and go whenever I want to.  And Sarah is kindly washing all the clothes I own- which don’t even fill a single load of her washing machine, but hey- they’ll be clean.   Nights like these when I’m strolling through the park by myself, surrounded by darkness, I wonder why I don’t feel worse about my life.  Sometimes I legitimately ask myself why I don’t feel an urge to jump into the chilly lake and let the murky water flood inside my lungs and just end it all.  I guess it’s because I just have this funny feeling.  Whenever I feel surrounded by dark, I can’t help but look up at the stars and all their splendor and just know that something better is right around the corner.  In fact, I’m not convinced that that bright celestial body is even a star.  It seems to be getting closer…and it’s BURNING!!!!   SHIT! I duck as quickly as I can as the burning mass flies overhead, ripping right through the tops of the trees above me before crashing about a quarter of a mile North.  There might be some give or take, but based on its trajectory when it cut through the tree line I’d say that’s a safe bet.  I crawl back up to my feet, watching the glowing cinders of falling leaves forming a trail for me to follow as I knowingly walk towards what could be adventure, doom, or both.   The walk seems to take forever, but I know it’s not because I miscalculated; it’s more because the excitement is literally killing me as I freeze and stare at what appears to be a smoldering orb of spherically constructed metal.  Well it’s almost spherical…there’s a hole or a released latch or something.  Was someone riding this thing?  How could they?  That hole is like the size of a ping pong ball.  You’d have to be a freaking gerbil or have the stretchiness of Mr. Fantastic to get through- “UUNNNNNNGGGGGOOOOOOMMMMMFFFFFFAAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!!!””” I scream as something small and agile flies into my mouth and begins intensely crawling down my throat, making it impossible to vocalize and scream for help.  I try with all my might to push back and pull it out, but my desperate grip just slides off of its slick surface before it slides all the way down my throat, too far gone for me to reach.  I feel it spreading through me, moving underneath my skin and entering every limb.  I fall onto my back, shaking and squirming as this foreign entity latches onto my brainstem and begins breathing for me.  Everything goes dark as the creature continues crawling, making me feel like electricity is coursing through every fiber of my nervous system as it prepares to enter my brain….

What the…Where the fuck am I?  What happened to that orb?  And the fucking monster!  I grab at my throat and mouth, rubbing over my body, poking and prodding to see if I can detect an invader inside me.  Nothing.  Maybe it was just a dream?  But that doesn’t explain how I got…Oh shit!  This is my room I had at my most recent foster parents’ house.   I gather myself, getting onto my slightly unsteady feet.  Holy Shit, my head hurts.  Whatever, I just need to find out what the fuck is going on.  I mean for the love of-

“Good morning, Sport!” my asshole foster dad says with unusual cheer.  God damn, I never noticed how sexy he was.  That scruffy look works so well for him.  And that nice and toned body, with all that sexy daddy hair sprinkled across his abs and chest…Wait why the fuck is he just chilling in boxers.  And why is he being so chill?

“Jason, what the fuck is going on?!” I ask with potential concern for my own safety.  

“I’m not the one you call Jason,” He responds, standing up and walking towards me.  

“Jason, I don’t know how I got here, but I promise I didn’t come back on purpose!  Is Mary here too?  Please don’t tell her about this!  Just let me grab my pants and I’ll be out for good,” I plead, remembering Mary telling me I would die if I ever set foot in their house again.  

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about this vessel’s mate, Mary.  She was…incompatible.”

“Jason, what the fuck are you talking about?!  Incompatible?  Vessel?!” I yell as I grab my head and try to remember last night.

“That’s it.  Think.  You’re different than most.  Keep pushing.”

That’s exactly what I do as I navigate the corridors of my mind, unlocking what would be buried memories for most, vividly reliving the experience of being entered by a mysterious miniature alien-like creature.  I think harder and harder until I remember the exact moment I lost control- in that moment I heard a voice telling me everything would be okay…

“And I meant it,” Jason, or whatever is inside Jason, responds.  

“How did you-“

“You’re a special one, Jim, and we’re connected now in more ways than you know.  I just planned on piloting you until I could find a more suitable vessel, but when I saw all the pain and loneliness of your life I felt…I can’t even describe it.  The abuse.  The deaths.  The absence of a father…The yearning for the gentle touch and romantic love of someone you can call Daddy…I felt it all.  But I also felt your potential- your intellect.  I brought you back to this place, and the one called Mary tried to confront me.  I entered her body, but she was of an incompatible gender so her body evaporated.  This one called Jason arrived as she finished disappearing, giving me the chance to enter him.  Then, I tucked you in and waited for you to wake up so I could tell you all this.  With me as your Daddy, we could have it all.  I could have my vessel- a strong body to let me enjoy the fruits and delights of this world.  And you could have your Daddy- someone strong and tough, a real man who can nurture you…who can fill you with his warm sexual fluids and make you feel complete…” This creature says before walking up towards me.  I don’t flinch or recoil though.  I know he is telling the truth.  

“What should I call you?” I ask as he leans down and begins unzipping my pants.  

“Call me Zim,” he says before opening Jason’s mouth and slowly swallowing my hard cock, making me gasp in surprise as he makes my whole body vibrate with pleasure, using Jason’s tongue to wiggle and slide that warm wet organ all over my cockhead, taking me deep as I feel my shaft glide along his wild tongue and my cockhead begins gliding down his throat.  

“Ohhhhhh my- Zim you- OH!!!!!  Wait- please wait- stop!” I gasp as I pull out of Jason’s mouth, making Zim look up at me with concern in Jason’s eyes.  

“Did I displease you?  I thought this was a fantasy of yours?”

“No, Zim you are right.  I fantasized about Jason loving me many times, but with you here and inside him…I just can’t forget all that he put me through.  And if you’re going to be my Daddy, well it just can’t be him.  I can’t unknow what he put me through…”

“Don’t worry, Jim,” Zim says caringly as he gently caresses my cheek.  “I completely understand.  We’ll go find a body that you can call Daddy.”

“But what’ll happen to Jason when you leave him?”

“Oh don’t you worry about that.  I’ve already reprogramed his brain.  Whenever I’m not inside him he will be malleable and easy to manipulate, almost completely his old self; but I devoured the part of his brain that controls free will.  He’s a fully independent human being, but he’s just not ALL there if you know what I mean.”

“You didn’t…”

“Oh no, Jim!  I left every brain cell of yours exactly the way it was when I got there.  I want you to enjoy this and to be yourself.”

“Phew…Then I guess we should-“ “Head to the mall,” Zim interrupts me with Jason’s sexy voice.  Jason winks at me and for just a split second I swear I can see a little twinkle in his eyes, as if my extraterrestrial friend was winking too.  

As soon as Adam and Eric entered the apartment, Adam (the top of the couple) sighed with relief and rushed to the bathroom.

- Finally, I can pee. I've been holding it for an hour.

- Okay, babe. In the meantime, I'll unpack our luggage and look for a place to have lunch.

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A few minutes earlier, while wandering invisibly in his ghostly form, the ghost of an old gay man had smiled widely when he saw the couple arriving to stay in the third-floor apartment.

The ghost was captivated by Adam and knew that big body would soon be his. As they were unloading their luggage from the car, the ghost slipped into the third-floor apartment and hid in the bathroom, inside an old teapot left next to some small statues. There, he waited for the perfect moment to possess Adam's delicious body.

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While Adam relieved himself, the hidden ghost emerged from the teapot and thought, "This is my chance." Adam yawned, and as he did, the ghost slid into his open mouth. Adam gasped as his mouth and throat were suddenly filled with something invisible. His eyes widened, but he couldn’t speak or scream. His neck thickened briefly and returned to normal as the ghost entered his body, filling every inch of him.

Within seconds, Adam’s scared expression turned into a mischievous smile. The ghost of the old man had successfully possessed the 6'1 hunk.

- It feels so good to be alive again, my god. - the ghost said, admiring his new arms.

The new Adam pulled off his shirt, revealing an enviable, muscular body with a hairy chest.

- Damn, you're even better than I expected. What a treat. - said the old man inside Adam's body, impressed by his new deep voice.

- Did you say something, babe? - Eric said from the living room.

- Babe, how about we take a shower together first? I'm so fucking horny.

Eric grinned and replied, unaware it was no longer his boyfriend speaking to him:

- Hmm, I love when you're horny, babe. I'm coming!

It has been one year since Adam’s possession. The ghost of the old man who invaded Adam’s body that afternoon a year ago is still in full control. The “new” Adam is living the life of his dreams, and nothing will make him ever give it up.

He adapted very well to his new body and routine and is still dating Eric (who to this day has no idea a possession ever happened). The couple’s love and sex life is getting better each day, Eric completely in love with his boyfriend and Adam has grown fond and caring toward the boyfriend he gained by choosing this body.

The old man who now inhabits Adam’s body spent the last year letting his hair grow a little and getting even bigger, fulfilling his dream of being a top muscular bull (something he never achieved in his past life, since his genetics only allowed him to be extremely thin and bald).

Now, they’re on vacation, traveling to the same city where the possession happened a year ago. Adam drives down the highway while Eric looks at him, admiring the gorgeous boyfriend he has.

“I really love you,” Eric says.

“I love you too, babe. This life with you is the best possible,” Adam replies. “It’s really hot, isn’t it? I need to take my shirt off,” he adds.

Marduk prided himself in always doing his research for everything in life. This got him a doting wife, a great house, a thriving career, and grateful children already off in college. It was also through his careful nature that he knew exactly how to find hook-ups—his profile on Grindr had him listed as “DL.” He did all of this under his family’s noses, and they were none the wiser. Yup, just about anything and everything can be cheated on with enough research and a mind as sharp as Marduk’s.

Tonight, his wife had just departed for her flight. She was going out of state to visit her ill mother. Though she had asked Marduk if he wanted to come, he declined and assured her that her mother would be much more pleased if she went alone. No need for Marduk to interrupt mother-daughter time! The children were off living in their campus dorms, and so Marduk had the whole house to himself.

“Thank you for hosting,” said the message with a winking emoticon. The sender was a younger man named Henry. Compared to Marduk, he was rather thin but flexible, as the explicit messages he had sent Marduk had proved. “I’d do it, but I still live with my folks. I’m also DL, but for my safety rather than my stability.”

Marduk didn’t feel like asking him to elaborate, so he simply arranged the date and time for Henry to arrive, the latter of which eagerly agreed. The two had their eyes set on the other for a while now, but circumstances made that difficult until this weekend.

Marduk smirked to himself as he dressed up—not showering tonight as Henry had requested.

The moment Marduk opened the door, Henry all but launched himself at Marduk. “Been waiting for this all day,” Henry whispered, his voice needy and breathless. “I’m sooo hungry for you, daddy.”

That was all Marduk needed to hear. Fired up, he lifted Henry up and carried him to the upstairs bedroom—not at all concerned about getting Henry’s scent all over the sheets. He needed to fill this tight hole soon or he’d go mad.

“Nrgh, f-fuck!” Henry cried out, writhing and moaning on the bed. He gripped the sheets until his knuckles turned white. His cock, already leaking, stiffened suddenly as Marduk fucked him. “F-Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum…! I’m gonna cum,” he said, slowly losing the breathlessness and playfulness in his voice. “Not yet, no, I don’t wanna c-cum just yet. I’m not ready to give this up just yet.” It was as if he was a completely different person from the youthful man that Marduk invited inside.

However, Marduk wasn’t paying much attention. His own thrusts became wilder and more intense as the twink beneath him tried resisting his own orgasm. “C’mon, moan some more for me,” Marduk growled, unable to stop. Henry’s hole was so tight and warm that it was driving Marduk insane. And those soft squeals… they were driving him crazy. “Ohhh, keep moving your hips. I-I’m so close!”

“Shit, no good…!” cursed Henry through gritted teeth. “I-I’m cumming!” he cried out, arching his back and thrusting his hips high in the air as his untouched cock shot several loads that came down and stained his torso. However, Henry’s writhing didn’t stop as the last of his cum dribbled out of his softening cock. No, his eyes rolled up, showing only the whites, as his body convulsed even harder.

Only then did Marduk finally stop and looked down at Henry with concern, not wanting to alert anyone by having someone have a seizure in his home. Hey, you okay…?” he said.

As if to respond, a trail of blue slime erupted from Henry’s mouth. Marduk didn’t have time to react before it shot inside his own mouth. “MMFH—! MFF!” He tried shouting for help, but the slime made that all but useless. His body writhed as it began flowing inside of him. The two’s bodies were connected, tethered by the blue slime.

What’s happening…? Thought Marduk, vision growing hazy. Even though he tried to run away or throw Henry’s body away, he couldn’t force his heavy limbs to move. Even so, he soon realized that his body wasn’t stopping. Although the movements were a bit more awkward, Marduk’s body was still thrusting—as though listening to another will besides his own.

W-Why can’t I stop…?! Marduk’s thoughts were a panic, but even that began to wane as his mind began growing foggier by the second. Adding to that was the electric jolts of pleasure coursing throughout every inch of his body. He involuntarily shuddered, his moans muffled by the invading slime as it finished crawling inside of him. Feels… to good…! I’m going crazy! Lemme cum, lemme cum, I just wanna cum!

All caution thrown to the wind, Marduk begged whatever entity was invading him for a reprieve of this never-ending pleasure. It felt as though he was on the cusp of climaxing yet unable to actually ejaculate. He had no idea pleasure could feel so torturous.

Marduk’s body pulled Henry closer and thrust as deep as he possibly could. His bush met Henry’s own as he, mouth agape and eyes going cross, pumped what felt like a year’s worth of cum into Henry’s unresponsive hole. Every rhythmic thrust seemed to drive Marduk further and further to the back of his own mind. He screamed into the inky black void; not from horror as another’s will supplanted his own; but from the sheer bliss this mind-blowing orgasm gave him.

Meanwhile, Marduk’s body convulsed as it flopped on top of the unconscious Henry. Once the trembling settled down, Marduk opened eyes and sat up on the floor. At a certain point, the convulsions had been so intense he actually fell off the bed. However, he didn’t seem too concerned about that nor the unconscious Henry. He stood up with a low groan, admiring the sheer weight he now possessed, and strolled over to the master bathroom. He glanced at his reflection, tilting his head to try and capture every angle.

Letting out a low whistle, he said, “Usually I prefer taking over spry young men, but this? This one I like…” he said with a chauvinistic smirk. The real Marduk could only vaguely hear his invader’s taunting words, and he was far too mindfucked to care. “Damn, this body feels good! Virile, too.” The slime that had possessed Marduk ran his hands down Marduk’s cock and shivered as he felt it respond. Even though he had cum what felt like gallons with this stolen cock it was still right back up and raring to go. “Nrrgh.,.. oh fuck, yes…! This is me now!” he cried out, jerking his new fuckstick like a madman. Everything in this new body felt so right. The weight, the mass, the sensitivity. Just touching his cock felt like sex. But jerking off was another experience entirely.

“Fuck, fuck! Nrgh, I’m cumming!” His knees buckled on him as several rounds of cum struck the mirror and stained Marduk’s reflection. Panting, Marduk relaxed on the bathroom and chuckled to himself.

Lucas was desperate to attend the concert, but his father, still wary of Lucas’s lifestyle, set a strict condition: he could only go if his muscular straight stepbrother, Marcus, went along to keep an eye on him. Lucas knew Marcus (a straight-laced jock who would spend the whole time complaining) would ruin the experience. Desperate, Lucas turned to his friend Felix, which was blessed with the power of turning into a ghost and being able to possess other people.

Felix agreed to help, but he had his own motives. He’d been watching Marcus from the shadows for a while, admiring his broad back and thick muscular body. A few hours before the show, Felix used his power to transform into a ghost and invaded Marcus's room.

The possession was quick. Marcus was on his bed using his phone when Felix’s essence entered through every orifice. Marcus’s body began to shake on his bed as Felix took control. Marcus’s muscles tensed and flexed as Felix settled into his new body. When the process was finished, Felix opened his new eyes, letting out a deep, satisfied groan. He immediately stood up and walked to the mirror, unbuttoning his shirt to admire his new torso and abs. “Oh, fuck yeah,” Felix said in Marcus’s much deeper voice. “This hunk is incredible, look at these hairy pecs”, he said while pinching his new nipples.

At the concert, the plan immediately went sideways. Instead of being a quiet watchdog, the possessed Marcus became the center of attention. Felix was intoxicated by the strength of his new body. He began to show off, taking off his shirt and flexing his biceps and pecs. Lucas watched in shock as his "stepbrother" began flirting with other guys shamelessly.

Trust me, its incredibly boring to be a ghost. At least I thoight that till some time ago when I found out thta I can possess people.

In my ghost form, I'm trapped in the building I died in. The good thing is that this building is a hotel so I could haunt some guests who came to sleep here ober the last 150 years. Sadly that got boring very fast. But I found out that I can possess unsuspecting people, and when I possess someone, I can leave the building.

I possessed multiple people already, men and women alike. It was great to walk around and see how the city had changed over the last 150 years. Now, there is a guest in the hotel who booked a room for 3 months and I'll spend some of that time as him.

The day, where I wanted to possess him had arrived and he got into an elevator to get to his bike. I got ready to pull down his pants so I could enter him through the widest hole.

He took out his phone and stopped the elevator to make a mirror selfie and I thought that would be a great opportunity to expose him.

Sadly, I didnt get the timing right. I pulled his leather pants down and pushed myself into his hole. As I entered he dropped his phone  and helmet and he let out a deep moan. He pulled his pants in front of his dick up and tried to grab for the thing that tried to invade him, but he couldnt touch me. I entered further and managed to lift him in the air. The tip of his boots scraped over the metal surface of the elevator. He still tried to grab me but I was already so far in that he lost control over some of his motor functions. His body started to shake and the only noise he could get out were some gargling sounds. I entered his body completely and it fell to the ground. I rearanged my own ghostly limbs with his flesh and stood up.

I finally felt a body again. I felt how pre-cum dripped from his hard, pulsating cock against the warm leather pants, how his clothes fit like a second skin. I felt the deep breaths as the body was partially exhausted from me. I smelled the sweat. It was great to be a living human being.

I pulled up my pants completely, tucked the white shirt back in and took my phone and helmet from the ground. I let the elevator continue and went to my motorcycle. As I arrived, I put on my gloves and searched his memories and how to drive.

When  I was alive, there were no motorcycles. The first cars were just released but nothing else. I took the memories and how to drive and I found out that I possessed Jason, a bike lover and son of a billionaire family.

I drove off through the surrounding landscapes. It was the greatest feeling I've ever experienced. It felt like freedom.

This was the moment where I decided to extend my stay in Jason from around three days to around a week.

Now he has to leave the hotel as the three months are over. I have to admit that I stayed inside Jason for almost the complete three months. I left his body after two weeks but I felt insecure and as if I had lost a part of myself whenever I wasnt in him so I possessed him again when he slept.

I packed his things, ready to leave the hotel until Jason dies. I couldnt let him leave without me.

Now two months later it feels liberating driving on the streets, living somewhere else. I was stuck in that hotel for 150 years. I deserved a different life and I see this as my second chance. Sometimes I feel sorry for Jason as I took over his life, but that is a sacrifice I can live with.

Part 2 can be found here!

I couldn’t take it anymore.

For weeks the old freak had turned my life into his personal porn empire. He branded my body as “TomTheFlexKing” and flooded OnlyFans and Twitter with endless content.

Daily gym mirror selfies, my thick pecs and abs glistening with sweat as he pulled up tank tops and flexed for the camera. Post-shower towel shots where the towel hung obscenely low on my hips. Full-length videos of him stroking my stolen cock, moaning in my voice while flexing. Collab teasers where he’d get fucked on camera, my muscular legs spread wide, my handsome face twisted in pleasure as he begged for more.

The subscribers poured in. The money rolled in. Comments called my body perfect, addictive, built for sex. He replied to fans from my account, teasing future videos and “boyfriend content.”

Every notification was a knife in my gut as I rotted away in that disgusting old man body.

That’s when I decided something had to be done.

I confronted him one final time after a late night gym session, voice shaking, begging for my life back.

The old freak just smirked with my stolen face,

“Alright, Tommy. One final swap. Let’s settle this.”

The world flashed white.

When I regained consciousness, everything felt wrong.

There was no aching back. No frail, trembling limbs. No constant smell of decay. Instead, I felt smooth skin, lean muscle, and a strange, warm energy pulsing through me.

I was lying on soft sheets in an unfamiliar bedroom. Slowly, I sat up. My hands looked different, younger, tattooed with delicate ink running down the left arm. My chest felt lighter but defined. My legs were strong but not as thick as mine used to be.

Heart hammering, I stood up on shaky new legs and walked toward the large ornate mirror on the other side of the room. I stopped in front of the mirror and stared.

My reflection showed a handsome young man with dark curly hair, sharp jawline, and lean, athletic muscle covered in tasteful tattoos. I lifted a hand and hesitantly placed it on my new stomach, feeling the firm ridges of my abs. My fingers traced upward over my chest, then down my arms, exploring the unfamiliar form.

“Holy shit” an unfamiliar voice escaped my lips.

I know this body… it’s Adam… the man that pervert has been seeing since he stole my life!

The old man, still wearing my original muscular body, sat on the edge of the bed behind me, shirtless and relaxed, watching with a satisfied smirk on my face.

I turned slightly, taking in the side profile, the taper of my waist, the curve of my shoulders, the way my hair fell across my forehead. This body was younger, smoother, and responded eagerly to every touch. My new cock twitched in my shorts, I couldn’t help but look.

“…This is Adam,” I whispered in his smooth, slightly raspy voice. “The guy you were dating.”

The old man in my real body chuckled from the bed, leaning back on his elbows, my thick pecs and abs on full display.

“Smart boy. The real Adam sadly couldn’t handle another swap. That pathetic old body finally gave out the moment I pulled him into it. He’s gone. You’re Adam now. Permanently.”

I should have felt horror. Rage. Grief for the man whose life I’d just inherited.

Instead, a dark, addictive warmth spread through my chest. The old man’s magic was already working on me, softening my resistance, making this new vessel feel… right.

I ran both hands over my new torso again, slower this time, squeezing my pecs, tracing the lines of my abs. I turned to look at the old man, at my old powerful body, sitting on the bed watching me with hungry eyes.

He stood up and walked over, wrapping my former thick arms around me from behind. We both stared into the mirror together, my stolen muscular frame dominating this lean, tattooed one that was now mine.

“Looks good on you, babe,” he murmured, kissing the side of my neck. “Now be a good boyfriend and keep training that body. I want Adam looking even hotter when we film content together.”

I met his eyes in the reflection… and smiled.

This was my life now.

Adam’s life.

Epilogue

The first few days as Adam were a blur of disbelief and discovery.

I spent hours in front of mirrors, exploring my new body. Running my hands over the lean muscle, tracing every tattoo, flexing just to watch how Adam’s physique responded. The corruption worked fast, every pump in the gym made me hungrier for more.

I started training harder than Adam ever had. Mornings were dedicated to chest and arms, evenings to abs and back. I’d send old body progress pics from the locker room, my new abs glistening, tank top pulled up.

He loved it.

Our content together blew up. Gym mirror selfies where he’d flex my old thick arms while I stood behind him, hands on his waist. Couple shots of us training, sweating, smiling like the perfect pair. The comments called us “goals.” No one knew the truth.

Dates became routine.

We’d go out to restaurants, his arm around my shoulders, both of us laughing for the camera. At night he’d fuck me in my old body while I moaned in Adam’s voice, completely lost in the pleasure of being his boyfriend.

I stopped fighting weeks ago.

Now I wake up excited to hit the gym, to make this body even better for him. I catch myself staring at my reflection, flexing, touching, getting hard just from how good Adam looks, how good I look.

Tom is almost gone.

Adam, eager, trained, and happily owned, is thriving.

And I’ve never been happier.

Part 1 can be found here!

Six days later, I was still trapped.

Six days of shuffling around in this weak, aching, foul-smelling old man body. Six days of people avoiding eye contact. Six days of searching desperately for my own body while my tiny useless cock stayed soft no matter how horny I got from the memories.

Tonight I finally found it.

I was lurking in the shadows near the back patio of a waterfront restaurant when I saw him. Me. Sitting on a cushioned wicker couch under the string lights, wearing a crisp white button-up shirt with a pearl necklace, looking stupidly hot. My curly hair was perfect. My face was turned toward this sharp, dark-haired guy in a full black suit, smiling that flirty, easy smile I used to use on girls.

They were on a date.

The suited guy leaned in and kissed me. My stolen body kissed him back hungrily, tongues sliding, my hand sliding up to cup the back of his neck and pull him deeper. A soft, needy moan escaped my real mouth as the guy’s hand rested high on my thigh, squeezing.

I gripped the lattice fence with brittle old fingers, tears burning in my sunken eyes. The freak inside my skin smirked as he spotted me, whispered something filthy to his date, and led the guy away by the hand.

For the next few weeks, the old freak didn’t just live my life, he turned it into a full-time performance.

He rebranded my Instagram, Twitter, and started an OnlyFans all within days. My face, my body, my name… now plastered across the internet as fresh meat. “TomTheFlexKing” or some shit like that.

Every day the notifications destroyed me.

Selfies and videos flooded in: me in the gym, shirtless, pulling up my tank to show off my ripped abs while flexing my thick biceps for the camera. Mirror pics right after showers, water still dripping down my chest, pearl necklace on, cock half-hard in tight shorts.

Then the real content started. Teasing clips of my stolen hands slowly stroking my thick cock. Flexing my arms while moaning in my voice about how good it feels to show off this body. Full-length videos of him getting fucked, my muscular legs spread wide, my handsome face twisted in pleasure as he begged for more on camera.

He gained thousands of followers overnight. Guys flooding the comments calling my body perfect, hot, fuckable. He replied to some of them from my account, teasing future collabs.

I was forced to watch it all from this rotting old man body, shuffling past gym windows just to catch glimpses of him posing inside, or hiding in alleyways refreshing his Twitter feed like a pathetic addict. Every new post hit like a punch: my abs glistening, my ass flexed in the mirror, my cock throbbing on camera while he moaned filth in my voice.

I had to put a stop to this…

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