Felixkerr

Everyone wanted to be part of Connected Growth Innovations new project. Sure, there were rumors and unproven lawsuits concerning their previous endeavors, but what was the real danger? Everyone knew those fake claims were just publicity to play into their name CGI. 

Their newest endeavor was centered on their Upload Helmets. Users could put themselves into a virtual world, created entirely by memory. Through this people could experience the world through another’s eyes, no danger of any mishaps. This meant people could even relive memories based on emotions. Parents could see how they yelled at their kids and looked like monsters. Boyfriends’ “jokes” about their girlfriends became exposed as personal bashing comedy routines. Simple arguments could directly be seen as misinterpreted by both parties incorrectly assuming. Intentionality. Once Again, CGI Labs had done the impossible and found a way to connect hearts and minds. 

The Upload Helmet connected people to a virtual world that was entirely based off of a person’s mind. A way to visit a shared mindscape if you will. Of course, a single person could craft their own virtual world just to experience the out of body-state.

Keith Stewart was a huge fan of the Upload Helmet. Every day he was sending his consciousness off into a world that he could craft and explore. There were warnings not to abuse the product, but Keith was never known for being a great listener. He was in the artificial world, helmet on his head every day. He couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop. His favorite thing to do was to recreate his home from his memory. A test of his skills as an architect. Each time he’d tried to add whatever he missed. Then he tried to expand upon his home adding rooms that didn’t exist. His home became a mansion, then he tried to expand beyond that, creating a city. A strain on his helmet as the server was only meant to create things for a short time. If someone’s memory took place in a bar, then their home wouldn’t be loaded up. 

Lucky for Keith the final abuse of his helmet came, when he was surrounded by others at work. So, when he put the helmet on for a demonstration and it began to smoke, people were able to respond. Unfortunately, when they got the helmet off, Keith’s body was unconscious.

A/N: Hey there, so this is actually the last story from that original stockpile I had. Since then I've written a few more, but wanted to make a note of it.

Ever played a prank before? Mac had. Lots of times. It ran in the Grogan men DNA. Never mean or cruel, just things that would make both father and son laugh or give a good freight. That’s why Mac hid under his dad’s bed, there was enough space and behind the dresser was too obvious. The closet? Too uninventive. In truth, he had hidden everywhere at this point, but the bed just couldn’t be beat. Under the bed he could pop out, scare his dad and run out before he was caught. It was procedural at this point. 

As he crawled under this time, getting into position, pajamas dragging on the wood floor, he spotted it. Laying there under his dad’s bed, on the opposite side of where his dad usually slept, was grey fabric. Mac grabbed at it but couldn't quite make it out. For all the talk his dad gave him about keeping a clean bedroom, it turned out his dad could be messy and forgetful too. He waited and listened. Didn’t sound like his dad was coming. He slowly got from under the bed to see the item in the light. 

Underwear.

That was obvious, but it didn’t look like any underwear he’d seen. He wore briefs. His dad wore boxers. What was in his hands felt like briefs but looked like his dad’s boxers. As was a son’s right, he had rummaged through his dad’s drawers multiple times, whether playing or just being nosey. He’d never once spotted these. Did his dad keep them hidden? Well, Mac had seen them now. The longer he held the underwear, the more curious he got. What did it feel like to have them on? He had played in his dad’s boxers before; nothing special. But these felt different. Mac let his curiosity guide him, taking off his pajama bottoms to slide into them.

Once he got them on, Mac felt good, really good. Better than he ever did in his briefs and better than his dad’s boxers. He didn’t need to hold them up like he did with his dad’s boxers. The elastic waistband on them snapped to his waist even if the rest was roomy. A strange warmth flowed out from the underwear into him. There was a pop then a crack, Mac thought his dad was coming in, but the door was still closed. It wasn’t until his viewpoint was yanked up that he realized the sounds were coming from him. His body was changing—growing—rapidly. It started with a few inches in height, then got his muscles in on the action. Mac wasn’t just growing up; he was growing out. The drifting of his shoulders further started it, broadening his back allowing them to round as his traps grew stronger. Then his pecs bubbled out, spilling into the open, no longer one cohesive unit with the rest of his torso. His pajama shirt was split open, two tragic halves dangling on to his sides. It wasn't enough, abs ingrained their own importance onto his body further disrupting its unity for preference of grooves and divides.

The valley between Mac’s pecs grew deeper as his arms bulked, feeding directly from the shoulders. The pajama halves fell off. Light brown hair cropped up over his forearms and his legs’ and spine pushed him higher into the air. The same hair migrated to his legs before his thighs doubled, then quadrupled in size. His calves were no different, experiencing the same changes, expanding with newfound power. The change in his feet was undeniable, stretched across the floor, morphing into true heavy stompers, supporting his new weight. A tension in his neck released, a thickness had taken over. “GUH!” the first sounds of his new voice escaped. Far richer and deeper than any sound he made before. Mac’s face was restructured, soft and rounded features removed for solid harder edges. A beard emerged, dark brown chocolate, that swallowed up his lower jaw and upper lip and yet made his jawline appear all the harsher.

“Nico, what the hell! I’m gonna kick—” Iker had to barge into his own room after his little brother had locked him out. The twerp must have been in there the entire afternoon while he was out. However, upon getting inside was not his brother waiting for him. A massive man laid in his bed, with only a slight resemblance to his brother. The face was similar, sans facial hair but the body? Where had those carved biceps come from? The vein trailing from the shoulder to the forearm was insane. The chest that lay before him had slabs of beef that overqualified as pecs. Twin sets of skull crushing thighs fed down into his lower half. Then there was the gray, briefs bunched up, barely able to contain what it held anymore.

“Holy shit.” Iker started drinking more of the man.

The re-release of older gaming systems and official emulation mods to run older games had been talked about all over the world. It was originally supposed to celebrate the PS2, but once companies saw the hype, they wanted to jump in. Not that Iker cared about all that, he knew the exact games he wanted to try. The download however was taking forever (slow internet sucked!) so he just left out for a few hours. He never thought his brother would have the cajónes to sneak into his room. Nico had been meek and mild but the man currently lounging in Iker’s bed was quite brazen.

“You want your controller back, go ahead and take it, big bro. I think I’m done with it anyway,” Nico gave a short nod to his bulge. Iker's voice ran dry, as he crawled onto the bed between Nico’s legs. It wasn’t fair, Iker was supposed to be the jock of the family. The handsome one. The muscular one. But it was hard to deny how attractive Nico looked. Iker’s hand tentatively reached for his controller, sensing a warmth the closer it got. Nico’s cock throbbed and the controller shifted, falling against his thigh, as Iker’s hand landed squarely on Nico’s pouch. Whatever was under his briefs wanted out and was begging Iker to do it.

In time the news would reveal the grand gaming system ‘vintage’ world release, did more than reintroduce old games. Every ‘gamer’ that participated in the initial wave got struck with an additional 20 years, that no scientist could rationalize as to how. Countless people were affected in various ways, across lives, habits, personalities, and relationships, but the end result being the same: Hotter gamers introduced into the market.

(A requested story)

In the public restroom, I was taking a leak in a urinal. A straight frat bro went to my left to take a leak too. Out of nowhere he flips out, "Did you look at my dick?" He demanded to know in a panic.

"No. I always keep to myself? Just maybe you should do the same." The frat bro's face goes red. He stormed out without even washing his hands.

Then in the middle of the night at 1:00 AM, I was abducted from my college dorm room. Tied up and my mouth covered. I awoke to Frat bros doing some sort of hazing ritual.

The frat leader walked in and declared my reason for being here, "I am Simon the wizard and tonight my fellow straight bros, you will be tested against the mental might of a single gay man's pride. Our newest and definingly straight frat member Clay will do the honors of trying to overpower his will within his own body."

Clay walked in, "Don't worry, Simon. He's no match for my masculinity and and my mind to body connection."

The wizard Simon just threw my consciousness, my soul into Clay's body. I looked down and said, "fuck, this twunk is ripped." And I felt the new package harden...

Clay himself felt great rage against me, "This is my body! Get out, I'm better than this gay guy!!!"

The wizard Simon gave some advice, "True pride is not thinking you're better or about arrogance. It's about self certainty in your own capabilities."

And I responded using Clay's voice, "I think I'm feeling pretty capable." I just relaxed and moved my body, while Clay's mind sunk like quicksand into a sleepy coma.

Simon smiled and flirted, "yeah, indeed you are pretty and nearly one of us. We are all gays in possession of super straight men. Clay needed his straight body filled with a gay spirit like yourself. Welcome to the club, Clay!" He winked at me, and my heart skipped a beat.

Later, Simon asked me out on a date. I said "Yes, I would love to fu- I mean go on a date with you!"

"Since you're so horny, Clay... let me show something the frat did last week. But promise to save yourself for me later. Here..."

Simon explained, "This was the last possession ritual before yours. We called him Bubble Butt Brian when he started moaning by our obsessive touching of his ass. It was a virgin straight ass until that day."

I covered my dick. It was fully hard, but haven't the time to see it in it's full glory yet. I pulled my jeans away from my waist and it must be around 7 inches and 6 inches of pure girth...

Simon watched me, "Remember no jacking off. I want to be your first sexy experience in your new life." He licked his lips and grabbed ahold on my dick and added pressure to his grip. "Just hold on until after we eat. Fucking while hungry could reduce pleasure. Now, let's go do our date in the arcade."

I saw him having fun, but secretly I think he was trying to turn me on at every turn by acting promiscuous in regards to showing off his body to me. He looked at me with an enchanted aura in his eyes, "How do I look? Hot enough to ride a different bike?" He laughed in a quiet manner.

We had a awesome date. Did everything we wanted until we got back to the frat house. And while we were still in the car...

He put curtains around the windows. He kissed me. Putting his hand down my jeans and used the other to put the seat all the way back. Breathtaking and breathless soon after. He rode my new dick for the first time. Right after which, I rode his 9 inch dick, in which moments my heart was his prisoner and him, my warden.

We announced to the frat of our decision to become a couple. But we still have to pretend to be our straight hosts as to not arouse suspicion. They're giving me training on how to be Clay the Frat bro.

1 week later.

Simon instructing me, "Say what we taught you."

"Dude. What the fuck. Get off my dick. I'm not about that, bro!"

Simon looked proud, "You're ready. Help the frat with our next straight frat bro when the time arrives." We finally went on another date night out, and man did I look like a catch- Maybe a little gay, but pink is just a color, not a sexuality. (Fun fact. In the early 20th century, blue was originally for girls, and pink for boys. But cultural changes happened)

Ready for my date with Simon. He says I need to loosen up and just have fun. Can't help but be gay and a perfectionist. People are starting to ask questions because I keep checking out Simon in public. He likes to punish me during sexy time for my incompetence.

In a similar world where being gay can get you killed or worse, crippled unable to live a good life... magical measures had to be taken to punish the truly wicked and give relief to those harmed. This is a story about taking quality bodies away from the corrupt and giving them to those in need.

I was going on a run to get in shape, and out of nowhere, some bigots yelled, "what's with the pink shorts? Trying to bait a dick with that dumptruck ass?" They approached me from behind. Beaten to a pulp. I was knocked out.

Later I woke up from a 3 month coma. My legs wouldn't move. And my... oh no. Something was wrong with my dick. It really hurt...

And a handsome man walked in. He looked at me with pity, and then smiled. "Call me Mr. Fixer. You've been broken. How'd you like to be given a chance to not be broken. It's just a new life away. The secret Homosexual Protection Program. Just sign here for consent. And we'll have your soul relocated to a body that will fulfill your every need.

I signed it. Of course, I signed it. "What now?" I could barely look his pretty face in the eyes.

"Just go to sleep. And when you wake up, my magic will have done its work."

"Wait. How you know what kind of body I want?" I asked in a hurry.

"Instagram. Twitter. You name it. We went through it for your benefit. We have ideas..."

And I fell asleep by a magical wave of his muscular hand.

I slowly woke up. And I felt incredible! My dick had morning wood. And it didn't hurt! And I could move my legs. I felt like new.

Man. I was a real cutie. I was disappointed about my new package not being porn star long. But looking like this, I will have no problem finding action. I heard someone in the bathroom. And there he was... a total hunk.

"How you like your new body, Will? You're 19. Verse bottom. Oh. And I'm Dylan. Your Dominant Top boyfriend. Only bottom if you beg me for it. I previously introduced myself as Mr. Fixer. I was planning on putting you inside some other homophobic twunk, but the previous user of that twink body cheated on me. Enjoy."

"Okay. So, do you want to fuck me?" I asked blatantly. I got into position. And he ripped off my underwear, destroying them. His king tier monster of 10 inches long, and 7 inches girth, enters inside my bubble butt hole.

I screamed and started moaning rhythmically. And Dylan pounding my hole felt like a severe misplaced punishment. He told me, "I can give you a new body after I put my ex cheating boyfriend back inside Will's overstretchted body."

"Damn. That's savage..." I said as he kept at stretching my insides. Then Dylan somehow put the old Will back inside this body with me.

My voice said, "OH. Hey... I knew you'd come around. Wait. Why you using a body like that, it's gonna do damage to my ass!

Dylan started talking, "Welcome back home, Will." as my shared hole got obliterated in explosive rounds of monster cum. I lost my ability to walk normal after that.

"Sorry, new Will. You'll have to share control of that body until tomorrow. Just try to get along and sleep."

Going to the bathroom, we started talking, old Will said, "He's my boyfriend! The cheating was accidental. He always changes bodies. How am I supposed to know?"

I replied, "Either way, I think he said I'm his boyfriend now..." we started wrestling with our shared body. And he started grabbing the dick and competitively rubbing it up and down.

I then went to our so sore, it might be ruined ass... and I put the toothbrush up it. Old Will went, "You bitch!" And I went, "Yeah. Our ass is filled with cum. Most of it was pumped inside me before you arrived. Our body started sweating and having a shared emotional breakdown.

Dylan came. Looked. And went, "Calm down, you bottom bodymates, unless you're ready for round 2?" as he patted the infamous monster.

I forced my body to shake our head no. And we went to bed. Cuddling tightly with Dylan.

Went to the beach searching for my next body with Dylan. And there was many sexy men.

I ended choosing the beautiful hunk with a large package and a nice ass. Side note: Will was by himself in his body now. And left.

Dylan or Mr. Fixer possessed all the others to have sex with me on the nude beach. He let me pick his body. He said he'll stay in it for 2 years, only 2 years for bodies that aren't heartless assholes and forever potentially for corrupt ones based on memories accessed...it's his personal code. I picked him this one:

As you can see in the photo, he's a little upset by my choice. The body is great. Great ass. Good dick of 7 inches. Not too painful. Besides he's really skilled at being a classy yet bossy power bottom.

"Shouldn't our bodies be switched? You picked my first choice from the get go." Mr. Fixer or now called Dakota said.

"No... you promised to let me pick, remember? Pretty please..."

"Fine, but I'm topping your bubble butt first."

"Deal." I felt blood rush to my new member. Based on my body's incomplete memories, his name was Luke and he was here to... oh Luke is gay too. He was here trying to pick up guys. I should've known it was a secret nude beach for gay men. Well, sorry Luke. But I am you for the next 2 years.

2 years went by. We had to give these men their bodies back. Topping never felt so good. I'll miss this. Dakota and I saw a couple of men protesting against being gay, so we took their bodies. And my boyfriend went and paid our previous bodies for their time. I thought we were alone in those bodies. Or I'm not so sure of anything anymore. "They'll never have to work again." He stared at the cute body he lived in for 2 years as he walked away.

I'm the blonde. Nice. My new butt looks perky.

My current host body Harrison has been very sexy. This heavy dick will be missed. But at almost 40 years of age for this vessel. The last 20 years as Harrison was a blast. I'm going through social media and dating apps. Trying to find a new host. I prefer to transfer during the very end of sex. A finale and a new beginning.

Oh. Who's this hot man? I need him. I want to be him... so bad.

His name is Derek. And luckily, he's very gay. We're going to meet up for a lunch date and hopefully he'll want us to fuck... and got there at noon and he was waiting for me. That nice ass was my first impression. And it was an athletic butt.

Derek turned around, "Hi Harrison, I felt you staring at my butt. Maybe you would rather eat my cake? Just kidding. You wanna go to the nearest bar and grill?"

"Sure. Sounds high in fatty asses. I meant fatty acids." I said...

We went and sat down in a nearby restaurant after walking together and checking each other out. Derek kept staring at my dick area and I loved it.

Derek laughs, "Damn, your sense of humor is probably trapped in your dick, huh?" The tension was unbelievably high.

I kissed him. And looked into his eyes for his reaction. And he kissed me. And I got a hard on in my jeans. But he got one as well. And it was competitive with the size of my own.

"Let's eat later and ditch this joint. I want you. I want all of you right now. My place or yours?"

He paused, "I normally wait until the end of a date until I decide to fuck. But what's the harm? Let's go to my place." Derek said. And to his place we went.

Started making out. My hands on his ass. And his reaching down my pants to feel my heavy dick. Derek demanded, "Come on, I need you inside me. That dick is gonna drive me wild!"

"OH, you have no idea how much."

I slowly inserted my monster dick into his hole. And Derek moaned excitedly, "Please pretend my hole is all yours to pound. I want it all... give me hell and give me your semen!!!"

I spammed my hammering dick into his beautiful butt. I wonder what he's feeling... I transferred my soul into his body. I felt the fun cum from my previous dick and it was still pumping me full of it. Derek's body feels like it's a gas tank for cum right now. But fuck. It's amazing.

I look up and see Harrison thinking and I warn him, "Don't run. I still need your body to- Just fuck me. And maybe I'll stay inside Derek a while." He starts rambling on about how "it's been 20 years, and I want you to pay for stealing my life!" As he railing against my new hole, I asked, "Slow down. Derek here did nothing to you. Treat this body right. Okay?"

“Okay, but I want something.” Harrison said.

“What you want?” I wondered.

“Power like yours. I lost my youth. My 20s and 30s. I want a new life.” He begged.

“It’s an occult ritual. You’ll have to sacrifice for it. Your birth body will become dust upon first possession. Though, you might be fine with that. Alright. I’ll think about it, Harrison.”

No way I was giving out that kind of power or knowledge out like candy. No… I need to deal with him… I cast his soul into our hookup from last week. Specifically, inside his dick. Leaving Harrison’s body a empty shell. Dude is probably freaking out about his dick talking to him.

Derek is so hot. I’ve been so busy, I didn’t even hear his thoughts about begging me to leave his body. I made him a deal.

“Your body is mine, but we can still have sex together. Your new body will be Harrison. Except when we have sex, you’ll be you again until I swap us back. Sounds good?”

He reluctantly agreed. And Harrison was his body until a better option comes along.

In the coming weeks and months, I was bringing guys home to our shared house. My hookup and I caught him playing with that heavy dick one time. And we ended up having a 3 way.

The hookup though ended up being some kind of possession hunter and tried to kill me. So, I handcuffed him to the bed. And offered Derek a new body. He accepted. And nowadays, I swap our bodies constantly. And Derek is much happier after I started bottoming in the hookup named Cole. I still borrow his body to take a selfie and play with his big dick. The Harrison body has eventually turned into a makeshift prison for those who track users of supernatural energy, the body is currently in a hospital bed.

I think I fell in love with him. And it makes me want to make up for being selfish with possessing him. This Cole body comes with a decent package inside these shorts. But its butt sees a fair share of punishment from Derek. I’m gonna get some heated fuckery tonight, of that I am certain.

Later… “Apologize to me. No more taking my body without permission.” He was thrusting all the way inside me. He grabbed my dick, “You want this thing inside my just perfect bubble butt? Earn it. Moan for it. By the way… I got a partial anti possession tattoo. It requires my consent and a agreed time limit inside me or timed swap. Now… about my ass.”

He positioned me, so he could ride my dick while on top of me. “This way, your bottom adjacent. Fuck. Swap with me, Cole. 5 minutes.”

I was inside Derek. His body feels so much better for taking dick and giving dick. Derek as Cole said, “This is our last time having sex, freak. Enjoy it. I’m breaking up with you. And in about 4 minutes, I’ll be me again.” He said.

We finished having sex. He was back in his body but I was still here too, “Anti possession tattoos can prevent someone from entering a body, but not necessarily kick them out.” I said as I felt his fear. But I still liked him. So, I gave him the body of Cole. And told him, “There. You now have memories of that body. Do whatever. I don’t care. Don’t come after me. Or else Harrison Body prison is available.” Side note, will have to remove or alter the small tattoo later.

And I went to the bathroom to snap and post photos for social media. Caption: “Life is feeling fresh.” with a link to a spicy page…

May this be the last time I fall in love with my host.

My hot stepdad, Ryan, took me out on a two-day camping trip in another failed attempt to bond with me. I didn't want to go, but my mom insisted that a "boys' trip" would be good for us and the wreck that was our relationship. Ryan wasn't a bad stepdad, quite the contrary, he cared about my mom and me, and was trying to make it work. But he didn't know I was gay and that I sniffed his dirty underwear when he wasn't home, so that made this camping trip very hard for me. And by hard, I mean rock hard and throbbing.

After a boring day of fishing and hearing his life stories that I didn't care about, the night finally came. We set a bonfire, and he tried to start a conversation about the next football game, and just like that, I was wishing that he would go back to talking about his boring life stories. We just had nothing in common, but I really appreciated the effort he was putting into making it work. I really did.

We slept in different tents, of course, but I wish I were sleeping in his, cuddling against his hairy, muscular body, listening to his sexy baritone voice whispering to my ear as he pounded my hole with powerful thrusts. I slept with a smile on my face and a tent inside the tent.

I woke up in the middle of the night with a full bladder. I slipped outside into the cold air and headed toward a tree at the edge of our small clearing.

As I started to pee, a faint glow caught my eye high in the sky—something small and luminous, trailing a thin streak of light. It fell quickly, silently, and struck the ground with a muffled thud in the woods no more than fifty yards away.

Curiosity overrode any sense of caution. I zipped up and jogged toward the impact site, pushing through low branches until I reached a patch of disturbed earth. There, half-buried in pine needles and dirt, lay a crashed spacecraft—no bigger than a large model kit you’d see on a hobbyist’s shelf. It looked impossibly real. The interior lights flickered weakly through a cracked viewport. Then a small hatch hissed open.

Out stumbled a figure no taller than my pinky finger. It was clearly injured—one limb clutched awkwardly against its side—but unmistakably humanoid. His wide eyes fixed on me with a mix of pain and wary intelligence.

I stood frozen, heart pounding, staring at the tiny alien that had just fallen from the stars into our quiet campsite.

"Help me, giant." He asked with a high alien voice.

"H-How can I help you?... we don't have hospitals for aliens here," I said, carefully taking him in my hands. He was so small.

"My injuries are severe. To regenerate, I require a host from your species. Only by absorbing upon the neural energy of one of your kind's brain can I restore myself fully."

"I think I know a brain you can use..."

Back at the clearing, I was standing outside Ryan's tent, I looked at the alien in my hand, and I couldn't believe what I was about to do to my own nice stepdad.

"Are you sure he's gonna be ok? He won't turn into a zombie or something like that, right? I wouldn't forgive myself."

"He's going to be fine. At worst, he will wake up with a headache."

I nodded and then slowly unzipped his tent, my cock hardened at the sight of Ryan sleeping, his unbuttoned flannel shirt exposing his hairy chest moving up and down as he loudly snored.

I carefully crawled into the tent, doing my best to not awaken him. I carefully put the alien right next to his ear, the alien was fast and crawled inside. Ryan's eyes suddenly opened in shock, and his body jerked violently, his back arched and his head tilted back exposing his veiny neck.

Suddenly, he made a long sigh, then his body relaxed and his face became blank. His eyes stayed open, gazing at the tent's ceiling. The alien had explained that he needed seven hours to fully absorb all of Ryan's brain nutrients and heal his alien body, which meant I had seven hours to entertain myself with my hot stepdad's body!

I sat on top of Ryan, straddling him, and started feeling up his hairy chest. My hands squeezed his pecs, and I couldn't help but moan at finally being able to feel his chest hair against my palms. I gently stroked his beard and then kissed him. He didn't kiss me back, but that was still the hottest kiss I've ever had.

I crawled between his spread legs, my heart hammering so loud I swore he’d wake up, I had to constantly remind myself that he had an alien inside his brain. My fingers hooked into his sweats and tugged them down just enough. White briefs, fuck, those classic tighty-whities hugging the fattest bulge I’d ever seen. Even soft, the outline of his dick and those heavy balls made my mouth water. I leaned in, pressed my nose right against the warm cotton, and breathed him in deep: clean sweat, a little musk from the hike earlier, pure man. My head spun, finally I was sniffing his underwear with the source of all that musk filling it.

I peeled the briefs down carefully, like I was unwrapping something holy. His cock flopped out thick and heavy, half-hard already from all the sniffing. I didn’t waste time. I slid my lips over the fat head, tasting the salty skin, and started sucking slowly and sloppily. Almost right away he thickened in my mouth, swelling bigger and bigger till I had to stretch my jaw wide. Eight inches easy, veiny, and perfect.

I then climbed up, straddled his hips, and lined that slick monster up with my hole. One push and the head popped in; I bit my lip so hard to keep from moaning out loud, but then I remembered again that he wouldn't wake up no matter what, and so I started moaning as loud as I could. At the same time, I sank down slowly, inch by inch, feeling him split me open while he just kept breathing deep and staring up with a mindless face.

God, riding him like that was unreal. I rolled my hips in lazy circles at first, savoring every throb inside me, watching his handsome face every time I bottomed out. His big hands stayed slack by his sides, so I grabbed them and put them on my thighs like he was guiding me. I picked up the pace, bouncing harder. The whole tent rocked and swayed with every hard bounce I took on him.

One more grind, one more slide all the way down till my ass met his hips, and I lost it. I came hard, shooting thick ropes all over his hairy chest and beard, painting those perfect pecs white while my hole clenched around him like crazy.

I collapsed forward, panting, smearing my mess between us. His dick was still buried inside me, half-hard and pulsing. I didn’t pull off. Just nuzzled into his neck and let his big, warm body comfort me. My own personal giant teddy bear. I closed my eyes and drifted off stuffed full and happier than I’d ever been.

I woke up the next day when I felt Ryan's body stir and he started to wake up. I quickly jumped out of his body, and he slowly sat. He looked down at his body and caressed his hairy pecs. He then pulled the sheets off his lap, revealing his thick hard shaft. He gave it a few strokes and looked at me with a charming smile.

"Good morning, giant. Well... you're not so giant anymore now that I'm bigger than you," The alien said as he made Ryan make a double biceps pose, "Thank you for putting me in this body, without your help I would have died."

"It was my pleasure. So, are you healed now?"

"Yes, I am fully healed, I have absorbed all the energy from your stepdad's brain," he suddenly stared at his cock with a confused look, "That's weird..."

"What? Something's wrong?"

"There's a weird feeling in his crotch, I think-" And suddenly he started peeing all over himself and inside the tent. It was a total mess. Once the stream died off, he looked at me with a shocked face, his hair wet and his beard dripping with piss. I couldn't hold myself and I started laughing hysterically.

I led Ryan to the river where we both got naked and I washed his body clean. While I was washing his low-hanging big balls, he looked at me with apologetic eyes. "Sorry about the mess. It won't happen again."

"It's ok. It's your first time in a human body after all." I then grabbed his shaft and scrubbed it with soap, maybe I spent a bit longer than I should on his crotch... I then lifted his arms and washed his hairy armpits, I loved running my hands on his armpits. I sniffed him many times to make sure the piss smell was fully gone.

We spent our last day camping fucking like rabbits in the tent. Ryan fucked me in every new position I could teach him, the alien's favorite was missionary. When night fell, we were sitting together around the bonfire, Ryan hugging me from behind as we talked about different subjects.

Ryan then stood up, grabbed a stick, and drew a big strange symbol on the ground. I didn't ask questions.

Once he finished, he lifted me in Ryan's strong arms and took me to his tent. We were making out like we were both teens, when suddenly a bright white light enveloped the entire tent. It was like it suddenly became morning outside. I started panicking, but the alien was able to calm me down.

The alien chuckled at my reaction, "Don't worry, it's just my kind. They came to rescue me."

"You're going away already? Can't you stay for a bit longer?" I was sad he was leaving.

"It was fun, but I have to go home."

"But what about him?" I asked, caressing Ryan's hairy chest as if for the last time.

"Don't worry about your stepdad, he will be fine. I implanted fake memories in his brain of today. Don't leave the tent until the light goes off."

Ryan then lay down, his eyes rolling back before closing as the alien crawled out of his ear. The alien walked to the tent's door, but before he left, he looked back, "Oh, and I left you a little gift," and then he stepped out of the tent. I heard a weird thrumming sound, and then the bright light turned off and everything went quiet. When I walked out of Ryan's tent, all I could hear was the crickets and of course, Ryan's snoring.

I walked back to my tent, sad that I would never feel Ryan's big cock inside of me again, but also happy for having the best day of my life. When I was trying to sleep, I heard something outside my tent, then I saw the zipper being pulled up, revealing none other than Ryan. He crawled into the tent and gently pinned me down against the cushion. His face was just a few inches from mine, then he kissed me.

I was so confused.

When he broke the kiss, I looked at him surprised.

"Ryan? Is this really you? What are you doing?"

"I can't explain why, but I can't take you out of my mind. I think I'm madly in love with you, you're so hot and perfect. I still love your mom, but it's only you who makes my dick hard. And all I want right now..." He leaned down, his beard scratched my ear, making my whole body tingle, then he whispered, "It's to fuck you until dawn."

From the outside of my tent, it was obvious what was happening inside by the way my tent shook, and my loud moans merged with the crickets.

My stepdad wanted us to have a bonding time, and in a sense, he got exactly what he wanted... just not in the way he expected. Now we had a special bond that would last forever, a bond that would fill my hole every time we had the opportunity.

(Sharing a TF I wrote for @reddarkfox222)

You were just leaving the Student Wellness Center after putting in your best effort to bulk up. You had been doing pretty well at making it a habit but you were really wishing there was some sort of cheat you could do to speed things up.

As you were nearing the double glass doors of the exit, the guy in front of you had something fall out of his gym bag. Without thinking, you scooped it up and were just about to call after him when you realized the thing you were holding was kind of damp and a bit musky. You look down and realize you had unthinkingly picked up this man’s jockstrap.

You spotted the garbage and were about to toss it when something deep within you made you pause and quietly pack it into your own bag. After that, you went about your boring day of classes and didn’t think about it again until you began your homework that evening.

You tried so hard to concentrate but you kept thinking about the jockstrap in your bag and how sexy the hairy muscular football player that dropped it was. You stare at your notes for a couple unproductive minutes when at last you can’t resist it anymore and run to your bag and snatch it out.

It’s still a bit damp and the musk emitting from it is ripe but in a way that begins to make you so horny that your cock begins to get hard. Timidly, you lift it up to your face and take in a deep inhale. You can almost feel the musk as it penetrates deep into your lungs. ‘God, this scent is intoxicating’ you think to yourself as you take another whiff before you head back to your desk to resume your studies.

For a couple minutes you manage to put in some real effort to complete your homework but are interrupted by a tingling sensation across your body. Goosebumps don’t seem to be the case here as it feels more intense and the tingling quickly becomes a sharp pins and needles feeling. You’re so distracted by the feeling that you don’t even notice as chest hair begins to form and slowly curl its way through the neck opening of your t-shirt. Your armpits begin to itch as well while your pit hair gets longer, thicker, and sweatier.

The sensation makes you give up on homework for the night and you head to you bed. Along the way you decide to grab the jockstrap again because what’s the harm in another sniff? You don’t even bother to take off your clothes before hopping on the mattress, jock in hand, and begin the take deep inhales while you play with your hard on beneath the zipper of your pants.

Laying there all gooned out, you don’t notice as your cock begins to elongate and gain some heft. You just assume it’s still getting hard because of how turned on you are right now. You do however, notice the tingling sensation down there as your shaft begins to become hairy and a thick dark bush of pubes sprout at the base of your cock.

You can’t take it anymore and you begin to strip your clothes off revealing all the new hair growth along your body. Your arms and legs have a nice black carpet of hair and your stomach has a tidy little treasure trail leading down to your cock. That’s when you finally notice that your dick has miraculously gained 3 inches in length making it a whopping 8 inches long. The length isn’t the only thing shocking as it’s also about as thick as a beer can now.

It’s a good thing you stripped too as you’re about to need a whole new wardrobe. As you stroke your new fat cock you see the skin on you stomach start to churn like waves rollling across a see of pink. The churning starts to ease as thick washboard abs begin to form their way up your abdomen creating a six pack that you could never have imagined being there before. It doesn’t stop there though, your pecs start to swell and inflate under all of that new chest hair as they gain muscle mass and your nipples harden at the feeling of pleasure this is all bringing you.

You grab the jock and inhale deeply again as you begin stroking your cock even harder. The changes start coming on faster too as your feet go from a size 9.5 to 12 inches. Your calves expand as well as your thighs, the look of them is so astounding that it almost reminds you of the marble statues of nude male forms that you’ve seen in museums except a lot hairier!

You feel a bit of precum on your cock and instinctively move the jock down to wipe it up and then continue your bait sesh. As you stroke, you see your arms begin to bulk up as your biceps and triceps start to bulge out from your arms and the veins in your arms began to strain as if ready to pop. The ecstasy of this sudden growth is finally too much and loads of cum burst from your new thick hairy cock, drenching your chest hair and even the bedsheets.

The transformation leaves you exhausted and you pass out from finally having achieved release. When you wake in the morning you head to the bathroom and admire the muscular form you see looking back at you with its thick cock twitching in anticipation of another go. You head back to your room to get ready for the day before realizing that none of your clothes fit anymore. You see the jockstrap on your pillow and don’t even hesitate to grab it and slide it on. The fabric hugs your cock perfectly and the straps frame your hairy muscular ass like it’s a prized oil painting. ‘Thank god I found that jockstrap’ you think as you give the straps a playful snap ‘it’s the only clothing I have that fits.’

A remake of sort of this story by Bodyswapper. One of my absolute favourite stories of his, that I just had to build on. Decided to switch the model so there could be more coherent images.

Derek got in trouble at school again, he was texting me as his dad was driving him back to the school because a teacher of his wanted to talk to his dad about his grades and overall performance in school. He sounded like he really needed help, and I have just the power to do so. I hung up knowing what he would ask had I stayed on the line. I went to my room and locked myself in, so my parents wouldn't see me while doing the change. I lied on my bed, letting peace and harmony flood my mind.

I started floating above my body, I could see my soul lifting from my vessel. I thought of my friends dad, quickly the scene changed around me, I was in the back of a car, it was parked off to the side of the road and looked like they were in an argument. Luckily I landed in the correct car. Still in my not so solid state of being I rubbed my invisible hand on Derek's arm to reassure him that I am here. With that move I gently sat on his father's lap. I felt the warmth and tingle of this sensation before I plunged in. His body jerked but welcomed me, I quickly sat up more straight until my new body could finally relax. His presence was soon lifted from this body to be moved to mine until I switch back. I looked down at his father's body not being able to believe how amazing it felt to be like this.

Derek had a goofy grin on this face knowing that I was put in place now. I knew he was excited about not getting in trouble. To make a joke I grabbed a hat of mine in the backseat, remembering I left it there.

"Still look good on me?" I said jokingly in my new baritone voice. Derek laughed and took of the hat knowing his father would never wear such a thing. We waited until my new memories sunk in so I could act a little better when talking to the teacher. I suddenly knew how to talk like he did and act just the same. I scratched my beard unconsciously and started driving the car, Derek almost looked scared at how well I was acting as his father. He's seen me imitate others before but never his dad.

We approached the school, little did I know I was walking with the same gait as Derek's father would, which I now know his real name is Jim thanks to these memories. After we finally got settled down in the teachers room, I instantly said "Hi, Jim Boshen" to introduce myself, it surprised me a little as well. Everything went as according to plan and we even finished early! I snuck off to the bathroom to explore a little more. I almost ripped the buttons off the shirt trying to reveal my new vessel. I ran my fingers through my new hair, scratched my beard again and felt my manly body hair before going into a stall and jacking off. I felt powerful each time I jerked. I spat all over the bathroom. As the cum released from my penis I knew I didn't want to leave this body. I needed to keep it for myself. 

After I cleaned up I headed back to the car with Derek right behind me. I drove back to the area where I first went into Jim Boshen. I told Derek "Now this is the tricky part, don't ask me about the swap when I wake up, it will only confuse us both." I said as a cover, I just wanted to stay.

I faked like I was leaving this body, I jerked a little to make it look real. I came back to this reality with a stone cold look on my face, which I saw Jim wear all the time and Derek looked at his father, he believe I was actually his dad. We pulled into the driveway, as we entered MY house, I saw my 'wife' I hugged her, and knew she believed it was her husband. I knew I could stay like this, and no one would ever know otherwise, and was life great to me as Jim Boshen.

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It had been a few weeks since I faked I left Derek's father and instead decided to take over his life. I just loved pretending to be him, to feel his mature body move as mine, and to see his sexy bearded face in the reflections whenever I went.

However, even though the longer I stayed inside Jim Boshen's body the more I could act and behave like him, there was always that slight slip-up now and then which caused others to glare at me suspiciously. Like when Derek caught me biting the tip of my pens as I worked from home, something his dad apparently had never done before. Slowly but surely I think he was catching on to me. So I only had one option left if I truly wanted to take over Jim Boshen's life completely.

One evening I told the family I was feeling unwell and had to go to bed early. What I actually did was lock myself in the bedroom, undressed myself, and laid down, before relaxing myself till I could feel my soul lift out of Jim's body. His body jerked around for real this time as I actually left his body, and as I looked down I saw his gaping drooling mouth and the fat protruding member stand up straight. I felt sad to leave this wonderful vessel I had called home for the last few weeks, and was almost tempted to jump straight back in and jerk one off right there and then. But I knew I had more important things to do, and I would be back as fast as possible.

I focused onto my old body and immediately found myself in my old bedroom. My former body was sluggishly sitting in front of the computer and playing a game. Of course, I could tell that trapped inside that body was the real Jim Boshen's soul, having been forced to act and live as me for the last few weeks since we traded vessels. Normally I'd always return and switch us back before whoever I possessed soul woke up in my body, but the few times I didn't my powers would make sure my old body went into some sort of autopilot mode. This time however was different. I had never been someone else this long, nor had it ever felt this comfortable and right being someone such as Derek's father. I loved using Jim Boshen's identity, I loved being inside his sexy mature body, and I loved jerking his fat heavy meat off every night before going to sleep. So I had already made up my mind.

I went behind my old body and shoved an arm inside of its back, before pulling the soul of Derek's father out. Jim appeared to be confused and slightly dazed for a few seconds before he caught his bearings and realized he could finally move around freely. "Thank god! I'm finally free from that adolescent body! I can't thank you e-"

I didn't give him a chance to react as I suddenly sprung forward and pushed myself against his chest. At first there was a bit of resistance, but I could see that my hands were slowly sinking into his flesh. "W-what's going on? W-W-what are you doing?!!" He grunted, seemingly out of both pain and pleasure. I pushed harder, further inside of him, causing my elbows to be fully submerged into his hairy chest. "S-Stop!"

I was so close to him now that when I looked up I could see his handsome face and lusciously full beard. I couldn't help myself and pushed myself up, mashing my lips against his tasteful ones. That somehow caused him to drop his guard for a brief second, which was enough for me to push myself inside and completely disappear inside of him, inside of Jim Boshen's soul.

"Please... nnghh... stop! Whatever you're... nnnnghhh... doing!" His face winced, his body jerked around senselessly, and he was sweating profusely. Until he suddenly stopped short and closed his eyes. When he opened them up again the eye color briefly flashed over with a shade of blue before returning to their original brown color.

It was done, I had fully and completely merged myself with Jim Boshen's soul.

I gave off a deep heavy moan with Jim's voice as I looked down at myself. I clenched my large and rugged hands together and savoured the familiar feeling of the power this form gave me. I quickly found myself painfully harder than I had ever been before, and once again contemplated jerking one off right there.

But alas, I could feel time running out and my powers slipping from me. So I gave my former comatose body one last look before focusing back onto the father's bedroom. Quickly I walked over and laid back down onto the naked unconscious body and felt myself melt right into it. Just in time as well as I felt the last of my powers disappear for good. After all, I was Derek's father now, and Derek's father obviously had no possession powers. There was no going back. I had traded my youth and powers to be able to perfectly pass off as and live as Jim Boshen, for the rest of my life.

A decision I was beyond happy with, as I regained my senses just in time to feel this overwhelming orgasm pass through my amazing body. Load after load of creamy white semen erupted from my thick meat, literally causing me to thrust my hips upwards and clench my toes and fingers firmly.

"FUUUUUUUUuuuUuuuuucckKKKKK!" I roared out, causing the photo frames and bedroom windows to shake slightly.

As the last of my heavy balls quickly emptied out, I noticed my hairy thighs, manly chest, and even beard was now covered in my own creation. Sticky and creamy residue I was very happy to viciously devour down into my mouth.

By the time 'my wife' Helene came knocking on the door asking if I were fine, I had already wiped myself clean and covered myself up with one of my favourite brief shorts. Opeing the door to the slightly musky bedroom, a wide grin emerged on my handsome bearded face as I saw my perfect reflection in the hallway mirror behind her. I ran a rugged hand across the pelt of fur on my chest, and felt pride and ecstacy over who I had finally become.

"Yes, yes honey. I'm perfectly fine. In fact, I feel more like myself than I have ever felt before..."

It was a very long day at work. You know, I have to deal with my obnoxious coworkers, especially with my whining boss. Lindsey was a bitch in every sense of the word. There is no doubt in my mind that she is going to fire me sooner or later. Well, if that is what is going to happen at least I am going to take every bit of money from that company as much as I can. It was a shame that everything would end like this. In paper this should be my dream job… working as a marketing coordinator on a videogame company. It sound awesome, it should be awesome, but I was very miserable at this organization. The only good thing was that I could test new games before they hit the market and that is exactly what I was planning to do for the rest of my day.

My friend Tom was the one that gave me this VR device. He was very secretive when he gave it to me. Maybe I should expect that from someone giving me prototypes that he stole from R&D. I don’t understand why he takes risks like this… at the end, we got discounts when the games are released, we don’t really need to steal anything. But hey, who I am to judge.  I looked at the device in front of me. It was not a visor like the one of Oculus, this seemed more like a motorcycle helmet. I inspected it for a while and then I decided to put it on. I watch as screens surrounded me, and a menu opened in front of me. It just hear one voice saying: “Select your Avatar”. It should have appeared some menus or something that allows me to create a character. Instead, I just stared in silence as pictures of a handsome man appeared in front of me. I could understand it, it was a prototype, so I was probably looking at the images of the model that they were going to use in order to build up the game.  

I began to move my hands trying to trigger the start of the game. Suddenly, I hear a robotic voice “Connecting… connecting to the host”. Stroboscopic lights flashed into my eyes. I was blinded for a bit. I felt some nauseating sensations. I almost fall into the ground, but gladly I was able to sit in a nearby sofa. However, when I opened my eyes… my god… the graphics of this game were in a completely new level. I touched the sofa, the texture felt completely different to the one in my home… and that is the moment that I looked for the first time at my hand. It was so big; I could see the veins and it was full of calluses. I touched it in disbelief. I looked at myself and realized that I was wearing a dress shirt and navy trousers. It was bizarre, all this experience was so surreal.

At that moment I stood up and looked for a mirror. I watch in silence as I realized that I was wearing the face of that model. Sure, that was the character that I selected. But still… this didn’t seem like a simulation. It was too real to just be a program. I made faces in the mirror and watch in awe as my reflection followed my movements to a tee. Curiosity took the best of me. I quickly took of my shirt, revealing a body that can only be achieved by staying long hours in the gym. My beer belly was gone, it was replaced by a firm set of abs. My arms felt muscular and my chest was covered by a thin layer of hairs. I then proceed to reveal what was hiding between my legs. The dick of this character was humongous, and it was very sensitive to touch. Why on earth will someone program something like this? I should have stopped and explore the place. Instead I stood there and played with this digital dick. I couldn’t believe that it felt better to reach climax in this avatar than on the real world. It was not possible… my mind could only wonder if this was really a videogame… I only knew that Tom would need to answer so many questions. Now, I only need to find a way to get out of this videogame.

After two hours in this fictitious world, I just heard the robotic voice saying, “Connection Ended”. I found myself on my own place. However, I immediately grabbed that weird helmet and headed to my friend’s house.

“Tom, what the hell is this?” I said to my friend as I enter his place.

“So, you like it” he said as he grabbed the helmet and put in on a nearby shelf.

“It was too real; I cannot believe that this was a simulation. I am no tech expert, but this seems to be too futuristic.”

“Well… so that means that you like it?”

“Yes, I like it… but how does this work.”

“Ok, remember that you like it… I have something to confess.”

“Confess?”

“This is not a videogame… it is a product that the team is developing for the Central Intelligence Agency.”

“The C.I.A?”

“Yes”

“Why don’t you call it like that? Wait… our videogame company does stuff for the government. Did you steal this from the government… Tom what have you done?”

“Relax my friend, nobody knows that I have this I make sure of that.”

“So, this is a training vehicle or something like that.”

“No… they created to make cover operations safer.”

“What do you mean?”

“You only need some hairs of a person of interest. That allows the machine to connect you to them. Your mind, inside someone else body. Isn’t not crazy.”

“So that means.”

“That you were really inside the flesh of Christopher Caruso”

“This feels so bad.”

 “Don’t worry, he is a bully.”

For the rest of the afternoon, Tom tried to convince me why I needed to go back and take over the life of this guy. It seems that he knew Chriss very well… he was a personal trainer at a nearby gym and my friend described him as the biggest douchebag that has ever lived. However, when I looked at his Instagram account, he seemed like a goofball. I didn’t get why my friend resented that guy so much. I was not sure, my mind wonder… not knowing if I should use that helmet one more time.

I would not deny it. It was extremely hard working that week. Not only because I needed to tolerate Lindsey whining, but because I knew that in my house sit a tool that could allow me to get a better life. I just doubt myself; I just didn’t want to become the man that ruined Chriss life. However, when Tom told me that this guy was going to a 3-day escapade to the nearby lake. I knew that I needed to give it a shot. Can you believe it, I was inside this guy for a complete weekend, and I have a total blast. On the first day, I went on a fishing trip. On the second, I have fun waterboarding. I just hang with this guy’s friends, get to know them, have fun, and enjoy every moment of it. There is nothing else that I could want. I was starting to enjoy the idea of being Chriss… to steal his life for good. However, everything turn bad when Chriss’ girlfriend make a surprise visit to the boys. Yeah, knowing the girl that conquer this man sound exciting. However, when I realized that Lindsey… my fucking boss… was this guy’s girl, I just wanted to throw up.

Of course, I was super mad at Tom. Why did he omit to mention the small fact that my bitchy boss was in a relationship with Chriss. Of course, when I was back on my old body, I was determined to confront my friend.

“Don’t you see. That is why I thought that Chriss would be a great match for you.”

“What do you mean? I don’t want to sleep with her.”

“No man, think it in another way. You are not seeing the full picture.”

“Be direct”

“Revenge… you can make her pay. Break down with her in the most horrible way.”

“That is crazy”

“It is not. This tech allow us to do something incredible.”

“And we reduce it to do something pity.”

“Look at yourself… all alone, no good prospects, living in a job that you hate. You are a good guy man; you deserve so much better.”

“Are you suggesting taking over the life of Chriss for good. Is that even possible?”

“It is… I was going to tell you… next that you see me I will not be the lovable Tom.”

“Are you serious?”

“Let’s not talk about that. Look at Chriss Instagram. Those are the photos that were taken when you were in control. You look so happy… don’t deny it… also don’t deny it that you want to have some sweet revenge on that bitch.”

I was very nervous as I walked though that street. I couldn’t believe that I was going to have a date with my former boss. I was reluctant to do it at first. However, the day that I dreaded so much happened… last Friday she finally fired me. I didn’t take it well, but now I was ready to get my revenge.

“Hey Tiger, so happy to see you” She said as she run to kiss me

“Hey” I said a bit serious, trying to hide the fact that I was extremely mad at her

“Are you feeling ok, Chriss? I really need a drink”

“How so?”

“I needed to fire some guys at the office. Can you believe that Lucas didn’t allow me to save anyone. I begged him… but it happened what you told me.” – She said with her voice almost cracking. I have never seen her like that. She was acting so different, as if she was a completely different person.

“Hey… we don’t have to go to the movies… let’s head back to my place.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, tell me exactly what happened.”

Perception can be a tricky thing. I really believed that Lindsey hated me. However, that couldn’t farther than the truth. She know me extremely well and she only have words to praise me. She was harsh, not because she was a bad person, but because she was under a lot of pressure. She was giving her best in order to save her department. But everybody knew that cutting the marketing headcount was one of the easiest things to do in order to incentivize a higher stock price. She pushed her team to the limit. But all her effort were futile. She needed to fire us and give some lame excuses of why she had to do so.

I don’t know, I was able to see a new face of Lindsey. She was funny, sweat and vulnerable. I don’t remember for how long we talked. I just remember our first kiss. As how she slowly took of my shirt and the gentle sex that came afterward. I just wake up in my bed completely excited to wake up by the side of an amazing woman.

As I was unemployed, I start taking over Chriss in a more regular manner. Before I was doing it only during the weekends. Now I am doing it almost every day. I loved every aspect of being him. I loved the relaxed life of being a personal trainer. I loved the time that I spend with my new friends. But I loved the most was to be by the side of an amazing woman. Yeah, Chriss will never be rich or powerful… not the most successful man around. However, he was something that I was never able to reach with my own life, he was happy.

“Tom, so how does it work.”

“Hey… I am no longer Tom.”

“I am sorry friend… it is Dean?”

“Yes, the only one”

“Another one of your bullies”

“No… he was my boss. He never saw it coming. He became victim of the technology that he created. Call it, divine irony.”

“So, if I want to become Chriss for good… how does it works.”

“I will disconnect the device while you are inside that man.”

“What will happen to my body.”

“Your mind will be far away… brain dead.”

“And the real Chriss?”

“Sleep… he will not be aware… don’t feel bad for him, remember that he was a bully”

“Ok… let’s do it.”

It was weird knowing that this was the last time that I was putting on that helmet. I breath deeply as I moved through the menus and the machine connected me to my new self. I saw the stroboscopic lights for a last time and then I wake up inside Chriss body. I walked through the gym and motivated some of his… my clients. Then I felt a weird sensation, a small pain in my chest… signifying that the connection with my real body had been severed. Then I could only smile… from now on, this was my life. I don’t believe in coincidences. Working in a videogame company with shady government contracts. Befriending a crazy guy that was willing to steal this kind of tech. Or the craziest of all, that Chriss was the bully of my friend so many years ago and now he is the boyfriend of my ex-boss. No, too many coincidences. Yeah, this tech put me inside the body of this man. But I really believe that there are some higher powers involved and it was my destiny to become him. Maybe, I will never understand why. I can only try to live my new life to the fullest and I can assure that I am going to have a blast being Chriss Caruso.

It all started as a joke. I have not been on a date for a long time. It was just hard to get anything going. Yeah, I became desperate. I just wanted to have some connection. That is why I decided to change my profile and use photos of Steve, my roommate. I know it was wrong. I am against catfishing in principle. I really do. However, the rush of getting likes, having conversations… man, I couldn’t resist. Also, I was certain that Steve would not care. The guy had everything… the face, the money… he could have any girl that he wanted. But no, instead all his focus was on his career. So I adjusted my profile with some photos of Steve’s instagram. Steve on a fancy dinner, Steve showing all his body at a pool, him playing with little puppies. Each photo selected to improve my chance of success. As expected, I started matching with so many girls. It was awesome. Yeah, conversations were dull, superficial at best but that was until I started talking with Mary.

What can I say of Mary, she was everything that I ever wanted. Smart, beautiful, and with a lot of personality. We were without a doubt a match made in heaven. That is why it was so heartbreaking when she started asking me that we should meet and get our online relationship to the next level. I didn't know what to do. If I tell the truth, I was going to lose her forever. If I told Steve what I have done, he would kill me. I was completely lost, but gladfully I found a potential. Yeah, I wasn't thinking when I bought that ring from a wiccan store. Sure, the power of possession sounded crazy. But it was worth giving it a shot. 

That day I walked to my apartment and waited for Steve to arrive home. It was an instant action. He entered the room, I put the ring on my finger and the moment that our eyes met, my soul was projected into his body. It was weird, it felt weird… but also it felt right. I could only laugh at the realization that I was now controlling the body of my roommate. Of course, I dedicated the next hours exploring my new flesh. I was able to fully contemplate his awesome tattoos, flex his arms and admire every single inch of his muscular frame. At the end, I just took a long shower, put on one of Steve’s attires and headed to the restaurant. I sat on the table extremely nervous, but I was certain that this date was going to be awesome.

Sadly, I was wrong. The date was a mess. It was horrible. Yeah, all the magic that we had while online chatting disappeared the moment that we stood in front of each other. I don't know what it was. Her annoying laugh, her horrible sense of fashion, or her obnoxious throwing of random facts of everything that we did. I don’t know… it just didn’t work. However, that was not the worst thing that happened that day. I reversed the possession and Steve remembered every bit of it. 

I panicked. I tell him everything. About the fake profile, about the ring, about Mary. The guilt of what I have done got to me. I fucking cried in front of my friend. I begged him for forgiveness, I begged him for a second chance. I was expecting that he was going to yell at me. I was expecting that he was going to punch me or, at least, to give me the silent treatment. But no, he just told me that he loved to be possessed, that he just got horny by the idea of being controlled by someone. It was a surreal reaction, definitely not what I was expecting. Did I just wake up to some weird fetish on my friend? He then proceeded to ask me to be possessed again. No! He begged for it. It was his desire, so I followed his orders. I just grabbed the ring and took over his flesh for a second time.

Sure, I enjoyed the first couple of times that I possessed my friend. He asked me to go to the gym as him, which was super fun. He then asked me to go to several social events, which again, I enjoyed. However, then he asked me to go to his work, and family reunions, and so many other shit. Sure, I did some of that stuff… but it was starting to get annoying. Yeah, I possessed him because I wanted to be with a girl, my drive was to get laid once… not because I really wanted to be him. But for him… I don’t know… he was obsessed. I couldn’t handle it. So I decided that it was time that Steve and I went on different paths. We would always be friends, he was my best roommate, but I cannot fulfill his kink of being possessed. 

Steve was sad when I told him that I was moving away to another city. He was extremely supportive, he just asked me a favor… one last possession. It was annoying but I was willing to comply. I entered his body and immediately felt some pain at the back of my shoulder. I went to the restroom and tried to see my back, that is when I saw a new tattoo… I immediately recognized the sigil, it was made of wiccan symbols. That is the moment that I started to freak out. I tried to get out of Steve’s flesh but the magic was not working. The bastard tricked me… he sealed me inside his flesh. Shit! I am an idiot… I trusted Steve… now I would be him for the rest of our lives. Maybe in the long term it will not be so bad, but believe me, this was never my plan. 

Looking a Gift Ditto in the Face

Sigh. How long is he going to take to get here? Ever since Dad got that research gig he barely gets the chance to come back home. I basically have to take care of myself all alone. 

Luckily today is the one of those rare weekends. I've been looking forward to it for a while, only.. its almost Sunday night. He was supposed to come 2 days ago. I had an entire thing planned out and everything. Now I'm waiting on the couch for at least a greeting before he has to go back to his job. 

"Dingdong~"

I jump up from the couch and rush to the door. Speak of the Weavile. It's about time.

I open the door to...

the postman.

"Heya sport! Got a package for yah. Just need you to sign the slip."

He hands me a reasonably sized box with a letter stapled to the top.

"..Thanks"

I close the door behind me, placing the package on the table.

I read the letter. It's stamped with the official lab seal.

"Hey Kiddo,

Sorry that I couldn't make it this time. A Joltik took a big bite out of our main machine, and I had to take emergency overtime to deal with it. But I did manage to send over the Pokemon I was planning to bring. A Champion Ranked trainer recently came in for some move testing and they said that we could have this one as a gift. Honestly I was pretty excited when I saw that specimen. It's not everyday you get to see one of them. Now I don't know much about the whole battling thing that the young people are about, but if it's good enough for a Champion, I'm sure this one will be strong enough for you.

Eat Healthy Now,

Dad"

I open up the box to a single Ultraball. That must be what he was talking about. Honestly I'm not that good at Pokemon battles, but it's nice that he thought of me. I wonder what it is..

Well if it was a Champion Rank Trainer then it must be something cool, like a Aerodactyl, ooo or maybe a Metagross. 

I toss the ball on the ground and a bright light flashes as it opens.

Instead of being greeted with a big powerful beast, a little purple blob with a dopey smile sits on my living room floor.

"Ditto!"

Oh. Well I guess that does make sense for a Competitive trainer to have.

I pick it up, looking into its blank beady eyes. It gives a smile back.

It is kinda cute, but I don't have any strong Pokemon for it to mimic. I guess it can go into my box then.

I put back down.

"Di-Ditto?"

 I must not of hidden my disappointment that well. I do feel bad, but I'm content with the team I have now. I turn to the coat hanger and grab my jacket. "I wonder if the Pokemon Center is still open."

"Ditto.....To! Ditto!"

I suddenly hear the signature sound of a transforming Ditto. That's odd. None of my Partner Pokemon are out of their balls right now.

A deep-pitched "Ditto!" comes out from behind me, or rather, up behind me. I turn around.

 To come face to face with Dad in swim trunks?? My jaw drops to the ground. Ditto flexes and gives it's same dopey smile with my Dad's face. My eyes cross over to the picture on the table next to me.

It's a picture of our family's Alola vacation from way back then. My mom and dad are smiling, posing with a Fomantis. Dad looked a lot younger back then compared to right now. In the background I could be seen running away from a Pyukumuku that I accidently stepped on. 

I point to the picture.

"Did you do this?"

"Ditto!"

"That's amazing! I've never seen a Ditto capable of transforming into a person before."

I examine the Pokemon's handiwork. It's almost scarily accurate, down to the individual pores. It's not unheard of for Pokemon to create illusions of being people, but this was on another level than that. A thought creeps into my mind.

"Hey Ditto, can you do a request for me?"

It gives a puzzled expression on my dad's face while cocking its head. "Ditto?"

I pull up a picture on my phone of a beefy muscle bottom in a jockstrap, showcasing his hole to the camera.

"Can you make my dad be like this?"

The Ditto looks closely at the picture, studying it intently, before breaking down its details into pink goo. From the goo, I can see the Ditto's new muscles come into shape. The pieces move around uncannily, settling into their final positions. With the final traces of pink receding, Ditto looks to me for approval, showcasing its work.

"Ditto!"

It's the same familiar nerdy face that I grew up with, but with the hulkish physique of a Black Belt Trainer who has never skipped chest day.

"Hey Ditto, mind if I take a look?"

Ditto shakes its head, answering my question.

I step closer, feeling up the 2 globes in front of me. Despite having the appearance of chiseled firm muscles, they don't have the texture of such. They feel more like the feel of a squishy water balloon, jiggling at the slightest touch. Taking a moment to feel about Ditto's body, I come to the conclusion that it is merely taking the form of muscles, not actually having the understanding of the inner workings of what it's imitating. But something about the way this imitation of the human body jiggles about is really turning me on. I could feel myself growing harder at the thought of it.

"Ditto, do you think you can do another request for me?"

"Ditto! Ditto!"

"Can you take off the strap and pose just like the guy in the photo?"

Ditto nods, getting onto the couch and spreading his legs apart, showcasing his virgin hole.

I take off my clothes and get into position, pressing my rock hard member against my dad's entrance. Ditto seems to not get the intent of my actions, just staring with the same smile on its face.

I then insert my cock into the hole with a resounding "Plap!" as my skin hits the gelatinous cheeks of the Ditto's form. Ditto yelps a little bit, which quickly start turning into guttural moans as I start moving. The inside of the hole is much the same texture of a normal ditto, slimy and amorphous. The tunnel constricts around my shaft, caressing it as I thrust in and out. Big wet plaps resound throughout the house, each one accompanied by the delightful sight of my dad's tits bouncing from the impact. I can't help but  speed up, anticipating a climax. Ditto's useless imitation of a human cock flops around flaccidly, like a dildo made of slime. At the moment of release I pull the doppelgangers face in for a kiss. The Ditto reciprocates, and our lips interlock as my seed fills Ditto's cavity. I dismount, letting the cum dribble out of my Dad's used hole. 

Jeez, what a day. I'm spent. I cuddle up with Ditto, placing my head against one of its massive pillows.

Ditto coos while rubbing its belly, clearly satisfied with the experience. Only.. Ditto's abdomen is softly glowing a faint pink.. and growing. Huh.. that's weird. I pull up my phone, typing: "Why is my Ditto's belly glowing?" 

After a few moments, a the answer pulls up. "A glowing belly is a sure sign that your Ditto is currently pregnant. In 8-9 months, you should expect an egg to be laid, from which you can hatch your new Pokemon. Congratulations."

Wait that can't be right. Ditto morphed into a man. At that moment I suddenly remember a tidbit my father told me once. "Ditto are actually capable of procreating with any Pokemon, regardless of the gender of its mate nor species with almost no limit to its nature. It's truly an enigma to the modern world." 

I look horrified at Ditto, who's just caressing its belly gently, looking at it with another one of its dopey smiles. How am I going to explain to Dad that I fucked the Pokemon that he sent that also transformed to look exactly like him AND got it pregnant. Godddd, its going to be so awkward.

--------5 Months Later-----------

I walk in through the front door, exhausted after a long day.

"Honey I'm home!"

"Ditto!"

Ditto emerges out of the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pink apron over a large protruding baby bump. Because of the bump, the apron ends leaving nothing to the imagination down there. Not that Ditto notices.

It turns out that Dad took it much better than I expected. He was more excited by the fact that this is the first time a recorded Ditto insemination by a human was performed in over 30 years, so it was a scientific marvel that it even happened. He does comes down to keep tabs on the egg's progress, but still spends the majority of his time over there. I'm not so sad about it anymore though, because I have Ditto to keep me company. It's taken up house duties, learning to clean and cook, though it still hasn't gotten the hang of it yet. Every so often I take Ditto out to town. As long as he doesn't open his mouth, it's perfectly safe to do so. We do get some stares from Ditto's baby bump, but I only get weird remarks from the neighbors when I kiss him before I leave for work.

Honestly my life has only changed for the better since meeting Ditto. I can't even believe that I had ever considered putting them in the Box.

"Looks like it's growing big and strong. You've been so hard at work Ditto."

I grab Ditto's ass, pulling myself close to its ear.

Wardrobe Malfunction

Sometimes you want a break from being the size of an olympic freight train. Sometimes you just want to look cute and breedable, if only for a few days. 

A little while back managed to finally convince one of my bros to let me borrow one of his suits. Despite also being a gym rat, he owns an entire closet of every race and kind of twink you can imagine to go out as. Everyone's always intimidated by my size, so I'm always jealous whenever we go to parties together. He gets to have all the fun, while I just kind of stand in the back. He never lets me borrow them, no matter how much I beg, since they're all very expensive and way too fragile for my hulkish hands, in his words.

But he finally relented last week. Tonight I get to be the little guy this time.

I drove to his place and picked out a body to wear. The entire drive way home I had a big smile plastered on my face as I thought about what it would be like. 

I immediately take off my clothes and squeeze myself into the suit. My broad muscles compressing into the tiny 5'3 frame took much effort, but when I zipped myself up, it felt as if it was just another extension of me. My skin is super soft and smooth, free of gross body hair. And everything looks nice and petite. I spent a good while looking in the mirror, admiring the cute boy in the reflection, when I suddenly hear a loud rip. 

The suit couldn't handle the load anymore and gave in under the pressure, letting my original length shoot out into it. I panic, trying my best to tuck my cock back in, but it doesn't work.

Thoroughly defeated, I send a quick video to my friend.

After a while I get this message:

"What did I tell you dumbass. You should've been more careful. Do you have any idea how much these cost?!"

"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to.. Do you have any replacement suits I can borrow?"

"Uhhh No. Not after this."

The heat of the late summer evening pressed down on Marcus like a heavy blanket. The air in his cramped apartment was still and humid. He lay across his bed, stripped down to nothing but a pair of faded yellow briefs. They were loose, standard cotton things, typical of the plain, unnoticeable life he led. Sweat pooled in the shallow hollows of his collarbone. He was scrawny, a constellation of sharp joints and pale skin, his arms thin rods holding his smartphone. He was just mindlessly scrolling through social media, a digital life that mirrored his empty social life. Girls didn't notice him, and he’d resigned himself to a life of digital voyeurism.

Manny was just reading a magazine on the occult when he discovered a section where they talked about a ritual of possessing someone else and became intrigued. It said that the ritual requires a dead body, a pentagram, and black candles to be put on each point of the pentagram.

Intrigued by this, Manny decided to go online and buy the candles and also found red chalk to draw the pentagram. He had someone in mind for him to possess, and it was his dad, Ricardo.

Their relationship has been really sour ever since Manny came out as gay to him. He kicked Manny out of the house with just the clothes on his back and outed him to everyone in their family, and they all ostracized him.

Since then, luckily for Manny his boyfriend took him in and they have been together ever since. But the anger he had for his dad has been seething in himself ever since and this ritual is the chance for revenge.

He then went over to his dad's house in the middle of nowhere and when Ricardo opened the door, he was only in his underwear after having finished a shower.

"What the- what are you doing here fag?" Immediately, Manny took out his kitchen knife and stabbed his dad in the gut. Due to there being no one in the vicinity, no one saw Manny stabbing his own dad and Ricardo bled out on the floor.

"W-what the hell?!" Manny, in all his supressed anger, approached his writhing dad and stabbed him once more in the same stab wound as before, but went even deeper and Ricardo dropped his head to the floor, dead.

"Well, then, dad, this is for you outing me and oustracizing me. And now, I'm gonna be you." Manny then dragged his dad into the living room and made the pentagram on the wooden floor.

He then chanted a spell in latin, word for word,

"Sanguis fluit, umbra ascendit. By the breath untethered and the form denied, Leave the flesh, as the ember dies and the ash takes flight, We weave into the shroud of night. No walls can hold, no chains can bind. Misceatur anima, vapor et umbra!"

Immediately, Manny fell onto the floor as smoke form came out of his mouth and flew into Ricardo's mouth. The invasion caused Ricardo's body to convulse, and as he took control, his dad' soul got kicked out of his own body.

As soon as the ritual was complete, Manny's old body disintegrated into ashes, causing him to cease to exist. Manny, now in full control of his dad, lifted up one arm and kissed it while looking at his dad's soul bead on the floor, and picks it up.

"Thank you dad, for your awesome body. I'm gonna turn your homophobic ass into a gay slut and you're not gonna stop me. Before that though..."

He then looks at his dad's soul in his hand and crushes it to pieces, and Manny can hear his dad scream as his soul bead is crushed, making sure that his dad is really dead.

He then took a look at the stab wound on his abdomen and put his saliva on it while reciting a healing spell, causing the wound to heal instantly.

"Now that you're dead and gone, why don't I take your, MY, own body for a ride and get fucked for hours hehe."