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

Haunted: Learning Leasson

Previous part: Haunted - Saved.

— So... you like possession? – Benji asked as he walked down the hallway. It felt... strange not being watched, that others could walk right past him completely unaware of his presence. It was a mixture of unfamiliarity and, at the same time, relief. It was like an invisibility cloak or something.

— Oops! Watch out! – His companion pushed him aside to avoid passing through someone – That hurts like hell. Keep your eyes straight ahead. Besides, we still don't know what your power is... it's better to be cautious. But yeah, I like possessing. It's amazing. I mean, don't think I'm some weirdo or anything, but it's... liberating. You can be whoever you want to be, whenever you want, wherever you want. A smelly jock?

Bam! A nerd? Valley! A grumpy teacher who, with you inside, will be like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon? Of course!

Benji couldn't help but chuckle, still walking with who was supposed to be his "temporary guide" while everything was sorted out. Tobias was already investigating with the secret tomes in his possession, and Rex was constantly watching the new “Benji” as he inhabited the body of one of Peter's friends to avoid raising suspicion.

So, conveniently, the one who would stay with Benji the whole time, as his guide and protector, was Julian.

Julian wasn't exactly... discreet, to say the least, regarding his interest in the mortal. He looked at him as if he were a star, every movement and gesture he made was observed by the athlete, who tried to suppress his excitement and how delighted he was. The fact that he was there, that he could touch him, that he could see him as an "equal", was so fascinating that it made him forget he'd been with an imposter for almost a month.

But for Benji, staying optimistic wasn't so easy. He now possessed a fabulous power, and he could be anyone he wanted in the entire Institute, he could... Let go, be himself. But two crossroads still lay before him: The uncertainty of whether he could ever be alive again, and... Peter. With the clear irony of that last point.

— And is it difficult?

— Possess? No, not at all. It's like putting on a t-shirt, you just feel a tug and then you're wearing it.

— Then why did I end up so... Badly when I possessed that guy?

— Maybe because you didn't do it on purpose. Having control of a possession is easier when you want it, you're in charge, not the body you're piloting – Julian gave Benji a light tap on the shoulder, which made him smile. Yeah... The poor athlete was a fool when it came to flirting with the guy he was crazy about (who, to top it all off, was technically his boyfriend).

Ben remained thoughtful for a few seconds before looking up at the other man.

— I want you to teach me.

— What? – Julian almost gasped.

— Yeah. I mean... You said you love possessing, and I guess you have experience – Benji scratched the back of his neck, remembering the first time he'd seen that ghost after his gummy bear incident. Just emerging from a jock who'd left his mess all over the floor – And I don't think I'll ever get this chance again. Don't you think? I've always been curious about being someone else.

The mortal couldn't help but offer a wistful smile.

— Why?

— I don't know. To be... Someone I'm not. Taller, more muscular, better-looking, or more outgoing – The guy shrugged, unable to erase that smile, heavy with self-dissatisfaction.

« But you're perfect » – Julian could only hide his thought behind a smile. His heart pounded as if it would burst from his chest, and he pressed his lips together. How long could he keep his secret? How long could he continue living a double life? It wasn't as if fate itself was already throwing his choices back in his face, almost on the verge of disappearing; perhaps the fact that this was happening now was already a cruel irony.

— So, where do you want to start? – The athlete managed to speak without stuttering.

— Well… I think my physique is already set, and there's nothing I can do about it.

— So…?

— I want to try having a different physique, to be taller, more muscular, with a larger bone structure.

A somewhat mischievous smile appeared on Julian's lips as he took his hand and led him to the gym.

— What are we waiting for? – Ben whispered from behind one of the exercise machines, though the place was strangely crowded today. Athletes, one after another, moved in their natural habitat, the metallic noise of weights and other machines clanging, the aroma of sweaty clothes, testosterone and nutritional supplements swirling in the air, which was almost intoxicating for Julian, who struggled with all his might to contain himself; if he had ever told Ben the truth, he wanted to avoid a bad impression of him by all means.

— Did you find the right prey, or is there someone you already like? – The ghost continued looking around, wanting this experience to be perfect for his boyfriend not-boyfriend. What body could be perfect to house him?

— No… Not really. Besides, it's too crowded, wouldn't they notice?

— If you go in quickly, it shouldn't take more than a blink. And you wouldn't believe how distracted the living can be sometimes.

Benji continued mapping his surroundings, but it wasn't as if anything really caught his attention. There were good bodies, he had to admit, some muscular, others thinner but just as sculpted, sweat dripping down their bodies, those perfect faces.

But there was something that just didn't fit (and he didn't know why). Julian himself was noticing how discouraged and uninterested the other was.

— Want to try another… place, maybe? – Ben scanned his surroundings one last time, hoping that a need or interest in someone would finally surface, but nothing happened.

— Let's go – They both ended up just passing through the wall to return to the hallway, walking slowly. Julian couldn't help but look at him, and Ben returned his gaze with a soft, shy smile.

— Sorry, it seemed like you were actually getting a little excited about the idea.

— Nah, don't worry, we can find something new. You don't need to take the first idea I give you. Maybe your body type is different, and that's perfectly fine – Ben smiled, a little more animated.

— Why don't you tell me about yourself? Technically, this is the longest interaction we've had. Why don't we get to know each other better? – Despite what Julian thought he felt at this "melancholic" information, his heart leaped, and his foot almost seemed to hit the floor with excitement, as if it were the best thing anyone had said to him in years. It could be him, finally just him, no longer having to carefully calculate what to say to fit Peter's facade. No, finally he could tell the guy of his dreams everything about himself, finally he could reveal himself.

— I'm passionate about sports, you know? I think I'm good at all of them.

— Ah, a bit of a show-off, I see – Ben joked, and Jules couldn't have been happier.

— What can I say? These muscles didn't just appear on their own – He flexed his muscles with a touch of arrogance before letting out a chuckle. Benji's gaze lingered a little longer than usual on those sculpted biceps.

Their steps gradually synchronized. Jules's mind was torn between continuing to talk about himself and avoiding areas with ghostly crowds. He didn't want to run into Brady or even Elliot. He needed privacy and to keep Benji's condition a secret, at least until Tobias found something relevant about the guy's state. 

— You know what? I love '80s music.

— You don't have to lie to me if it's not true, I listen to current music too, you know? – Jules had that energetic vibe that was so characteristic of him in the air; it was like watching the sun itself dance in his confidence, eager to impress the other. And surprisingly, that captivating energy was working.

— No, no. I'm serious, I've always liked those songs, the rhythm, that old-school vibe.

— Ouch.

— Hey, it's not my fault you're so old. 

They both let out soft laughs, filled with an intimacy and trust neither had felt before, their fingers brushing and their gazes lost in each other, so much so that they didn't realize they had reached the dormitory area and passed through the wall of a room.

The place was cozy, not very different from any other room in the Institute; there were two beds, a desk full of books, and it was meticulously arranged. They were both too distracted to notice someone was in bed.

— Have you seen my toothbrush? – A guy came out of the bathroom. He was more muscular, athletic, probably almost two meters tall, with broad shoulders, huge pecs, and thick thighs. His features were Asian, with spiky, straight black hair perfectly arranged like a model from a magazine.

— Nope. Maybe you forgot it during one of your practices. Why don't you check your bag? – In bed, there was another guy with the same ethnic features, but a very different build. He was thin and slender; his position made it hard to guess his height, but he was short at first glance. He was engrossed in a book.

Julian and Ben watched the scene, and for some reason, that spark he'd been desperately searching for, appeared. Ben knew them; they'd never exchanged a single word, but he recognized them from afar. They were both exchange students; in fact, they were brothers. The more muscular one was named Akio, while the thinner one was Sora.

— I want to do it.

— Here? Are you sure? – Jules was surprised to see him so confident and determined; it was like seeing a different person, with that gleam etched in his eyes, hungry for something.

— Yes. Very sure.

And as if by fate, Akio returned to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Jules looked at the other curiously, unsure if he wanted help or to proceed on his own. Although, judging by his determined expression, he already had a pretty good idea of ​​what would happen.

— Any advice? – The mortal clenched his fists as if he were about to run a marathon, his eyes fixed on the door.

— You can only enter through some orifice; the mouth, nose, and ears are the best options, although the last two are narrower. You can start with that. You'll feel him trying to resist, but fear and panic will put him at a disadvantage. It'll be like trying to ride a bull. Just hold on to him.

— Anything else?

— Good luck – He gently patted his shoulder; the athlete's touch alone made Ben's stomach flutter.

A Reversal

When he was a kid, Jared was as skinny as a stick, but ever since puberty he started putting on pound after pound, consequence of a very sedentary life style, not playing any sports, just staying home all day, studying, playing games and watching anime. The most exercise his body saw was the daily right arm workout sessions to anime girls. At school, he had a few his friendgroup, all varying levels of nerd like himself, who were considered the weird kids, which meant no one really liked associating with them. Some even went out of their way to make their lives harder, such as Blake.

Blake would sometimes just send photos like these, showing off his shredded body, huge muscles and the hefty bulge of his 10incher, to both the girls he wanted to bang and the nerds he wanted to feel superior too, with cruel captions shaming their bodies and their appearances. Jared had tried to file a complaint with the director’s office, but since Blake’s dad was a huge contributor to the school, it just went straight to the paper shredder.

One day, while doing a JJK marathon, Jared started getting video calls from Blake, who simply didn’t stop calling. Jared tried to ignore it at first, but instead of just simply blocking the caller, he decided he’d just pick up and give Blake what he wanted already, because if he didn’t Blake would probably beat his ass tomorrow.

When he picked it up, it was just Blake flexing on the bathroom, clearly on some weird kind of rush from this.

“You like what you see, fatty? Yeah, you’re never gonna be this fucking hot, you piggy. Girls fucking grab my arms and lick my abs while I fuck them, the best they could grab in you is your fucking fatass” He said

Jared felt like crying, both in shame and anger, angry that the jock was such a fucking dick, but also ashamed that he was right. He was a fat loser, but he wanted to be attractive, he wanted girls to find him hot, but he had dug himself in a hole and couldn’t get out of it. He wished his life wasn’t like this, and he wished that Blake had a bit more empathy.

His prayers didn’t go unheard. Suddenly, both Blake and Jared stopped, their eyes open wide. Jared felt his body burn, as all the fat in his body melted away into golden energy, which flied into the screen. He looked at the camera, and saw his face, not bloated anymore, but defined.

At the same time, he saw Blake’s muscles shrink into nothingness, leaving him a skinny runt. Then, Jared felt his muscles sore as he saw his biceps begin to expand and grow, then he felt his pecs growing nice and tight, and his abs popping up in his belly like bricks in a wall.

He moaned in pleasure, feeling the power enter his body. Blake on the other hand, was also growing, but now in muscle, but fat. His belly grew, and with it also his bodyhair, that he once had kept trimmed so pridefully, now leaving him with a patchy beard. Both of them felt their heads spin as their lives changed around. Now the one that let himself go was Blake, who once a promising young man, now was a fatty who ate fast food every single day of the week, all because one his ex told everyone about his small cock.

He had called Jared in hopes that he could help him get a girl.

“Yeah, sorry man, no one wants a fat fuck with a small dick” Jared answered

”This is what girls want, they don’t care if you’re a huge nerd like me if you’re hot about it. “ Explained the resident pussyhound of the school, a specimen with a footlong who had fucked every girl in the halls. “Maybe if you put down the fries and actually exercised for once, you’d at least be able to attract some bitches. Meanwhile, not much I can do about it, fatass.”

It was the only thing in my life I actually looked forward to anymore.

The bus was packed with the same dead-eyed zombies as always. I wedged myself against a pole, phone held low, and opened my secret Tumblr feed. I scrolled past thick chests, veiny arms, and arrogant smirks, my cock twitching against my thigh with every new image. The guy next to me smelled like cheap cologne and defeat.

God, I’m so fucking done with this.

I didn’t want to just live like this anymore. I want to be rich. To wake up whenever I wanted and jerk off all day in some massive bed if I felt like it.

Fuck that — why stop at rich?

I want to be hot. Huge. Powerful. The kind of man people drooled over. The kind who took up space and made others feel small.

My thumb kept moving, heart beating faster, when a GIF suddenly loaded.

Holy shit.

I turned the phone off like a secret nobody else could watch

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The second I stepped inside my tiny room, I started stripping. Shirt, pants, boxers — my daily ritual. But tonight my heart was pounding harder than usual. I knew what I had waiting on that screen.

I didn’t even make it to the bed. My cock was already throbbing as I wrapped my hand around it, slowly stroking while I was still standing. In my head I kept replaying that GIF on loop: his perfect body, that cocky smirk, the way his hands gripped those legs like he owned every inch of anyone beneath him.

His beauty. His roughness. His raw fucking power.

I grabbed my phone again and opened my little secret.

There he was — even better than my imagination. The man I want to be. The man I deserve to be. Just pixels on a cracked screen… yet I could already feel his magic pulling at me, like the universe was daring me to want it harder.

I stroked faster, eyes locked on a loop showcasing his power, my breath getting ragged. “Fuck… I wish that was me…”

The screen flashed.

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For a split second everything vanished — my shitty room, the phone in my hand, the familiar weight of my own cock.

Then the world slammed back in.

I wasn’t laying down anymore. I was on my knees, powerful thighs spread wide, muscles burning with effort. My hands — no, his hands — were gripping two smooth, trembling legs, folding them back hard against a slender chest in a deep mating press. My hips were driving forward on pure instinct, slamming a thick, heavy cock into a tight, twitching hole.

What the fuck—?!

Panic exploded in my chest. This wasn’t my body. This body was huge — broad shoulders, thick slabs of muscle, veins popping along my forearms as I held the twink’s legs open. My cock felt monstrous inside him, stretching him wide with every thrust. I could feel the heat, the insane tightness gripping me, the way his walls fluttered and clenched.

Below me, a cute, flushed twink stared up with wide, watery eyes, mouth open in a silent moan. His smaller cock leaked against his stomach as I drove into him again. I didn’t know him. I’d never seen him before. But this body knew exactly what it was doing.

“F-fuck—” I gasped, my voice deep and rough, nothing like mine.

I tried to stop, but the hips kept moving — powerful, relentless thrusts that made wet, obscene sounds every time I bottomed out. Pleasure rolled through me like a drug. Every stroke felt better than the last. My new cock was so much bigger, so much more sensitive. I could feel his hole milking me, greedy and hot.

The smell of sex was thick in the air — sweat, lube, and raw musk. I could taste salt on my lips. My new heart was pounding hard in my wide chest.

This isn’t real. This can’t be happening.

But it was. I was him. The man from the GIF. Rich. Hot. Powerful. And right now I was balls-deep in a twink, wrecking him.

My panic started to melt as another hard thrust made him cry out. A low, feral groan left my throat. My hands tightened on his legs, pushing them further back, folding him in half. The motion felt… natural. Like the body was teaching me what it wanted.

I could feel every inch of this new body coming alive under my control. The burn in my powerful thighs as I drove forward. The flex of rock-hard abs with every thrust. The heavy swing of my massive balls slapping against his ass. My thick cock throbbed inside him, so much more sensitive than anything I’d ever felt — every ridge and vein dragging along his tight walls sent sparks up my spine.

“Shit… so fucking tight,” I muttered, voice thick with lust. My hips snapped forward harder, chasing that mind-numbing pleasure. I looked down at my massive chest, sweat glistening on carved pecs, the way my abs flexed powerfully with every thrust, the thick cock disappearing into his stretched, pink hole.

This body was responding to me more and more. My fingers dug deeper into his soft thighs, feeling the strength in my grip. I could hear the wet, filthy sound of my cock pounding into him echoing in the luxurious bedroom. The twink’s desperate little whimpers were like music.

Slowly, I started to control the rhythm. No longer just being carried by instinct — I was steering it. I pulled back until just the fat head of my cock stretched his hole, then slammed back in with a powerful roll of my hips, savoring every sensation.

This was mine now.

I leaned in closer, pinning him completely, and let the body take over even more. The panic was still there, flickering at the edges… but it was getting quieter with every deep, claiming stroke.

Then the memories slammed into me all at once.

One second I was panicking — the next, everything clicked.

I am Yoshi.

37, world famous actor, owner of a sleek penthouse overlooking the city, a supercar, and more money than most people could spend in three lifetimes. Respected. Feared. Desired.

And married.

A beautiful wife was out right now — elegant, high-society, none the wiser. She thought I was “working from home” again. I saw her face in the painting next to me and memories flood: smiling at charity galas on my arm, kissing me goodbye in the morning, completely oblivious to the fact that her husband regularly destroyed tight little twinks like this one in her own bed.

A low, possessive growl escaped my throat as another memory locked in. This no-name twink was just another stress relief. An eager hole I used whenever I needed to remind myself I could take whatever the fuck I wanted.

“Fuck…” I breathed, voice deep and commanding. My hips snapped forward harder, driving my massive cock balls-deep into him. The memories made everything hotter. I wasn’t just fucking him — I was cheating. I was the rich alpha who had it all and still took more.

The twink moaned loudly beneath me, his smaller cock leaking all over his stomach as I folded him in half. My new body knew exactly how to wreck him — brutal, confident strokes that made his eyes roll back.

I grinned, sweat dripping down my carved abs. “That’s it. Take my cock like a good boy.”

The words felt natural now. The old me was already dissolving, buried under waves of power, money, and pure sexual dominance. I had a wife at home… and right now I was balls-deep in a secret twink, stretching him open like he was made for it.

I slammed in again, groaning at how incredible my thick cock felt. Bigger than anything I’d ever had before. Veiny. Heavy. Perfect.

This was my life now.

And I fucking loved it.

 Sorry about the hiatus, college has made me a bit busier than expected.

“Welcome!” the Businessman began cheerily, motioning toward the slideshow behind him. The other three men in the room did not seem to have the same level of enthusiasm the presenter had, each fidgeting with their phones and binders as they checked to see how long this meeting had left. The first was drinking from the glass of water provided, the second looked unamused at the entire event, and the third was yawning in the back.

“I assume you gentlemen are all very busy today,” the Businessman continued, his British accent slicing through every syllable. “So I’ll be making this seminar efficient and short.”

“Let meuh get this straight,” the first man interrupted, a Savannah accent drawing out his words. “Y’all wan tus to inves tin a resort? That’sa all?”

“That’s correct, sir.”

“And why,” began the second man, obviously a Chicagoan. “Should we be interested in what you’re selling?”

“Because it’s more than just profit,” the Businessman proposed as the second man took a drink from his glass. “This resort helps solve an international crisis that has still yet to come to media attention.”

“Really?” the third man asked, suddenly intrigued. “You believe you’ve caught onto a problem not even publicized yet?”

“Correct,” the Businessman smiled as the third man leaned back in his chair. “You see, each of you has a common problem you have yet to realize, and I’m here to not only identify it, but rid you of it.”

“That’sa bold claim,” the first snarked.

“I’d agree to that,” the second offered.

“Well, come on now,” the third piped in, his mood differing from the previous two men. “Are you going to leave us hanging or what?” 

The Businessman smirked at the common New-Yorker, chuckling to himself as he formally began the presentation.

“You’re problem is simply one word: Americans.”

The Businessman paused to get a look at the room. Each member shared a similar face of complete bewilderment.

“Excuse me?” the second asked.

“You heard me,” the Businessman clarified. “Americans are loud, obnoxious, and simply believe they’re the prime cut of meat. They don’t think about others, they don’t respect the resources they’re given, and, if I may be so frank, they are the filth that corrupt our planet.”

“Y’all… know who yeur talkin’ too, right?” The first looked like he was going to have a stroke.

“Well, of course!” the Businessman feigned astonishment. “It is for that reason I’m showing you specific gentlemen my proposal, as I know this is something you’ll sign onto.

“Oh, really?” the third rolled his eyes.

“Precisely,” the Businessman. “But instead of telling you about my solution, how about I show you.”

The Businessman clicked the remote to the second slide, showcasing the first video attachment.

“You see,” he began again. “My resort will offer many amenities to solve the growing crisis. When walking into this project, my simple question was, ‘How can we get rid of these pesky Americans without literally ridding of them? It seems pretty complicated at first, but then an idea came to me. Why not diminish the American population while growing others?”

“This first example looks at a method I’ve plainly named ‘Photocorrections.’ In this easy process, a staff member asks a vacationer to act as a model for a promotion photo of the resort. The staff member snaps a picture and our specially-manufactured cameras instantly manipulate the image. After a few moments, both the picture and the vacationer are effectively erased of their American essence and replaced with a new, foreign identity. In this video, we will watch an example with an average college student as our client.”

The Businessman clicked the slide and the video booted up. On the screen showed a single man who looked to be about 20. His fairly pale skin was hidden behind a baggy university tee and gray running shorts. He didn’t look athletic, but he also didn’t seem overweight. Looking at his body language, the college student was both nervous and confused, probably as to why he had been chosen to model. His constant twitching made the green screen behind him gently sway back and forth.

“Are you ready?” a polite voice asked from behind the camera. It was British, but not as properly posh as the Businessman.

“Um, sure?” the college student lied.

“Very good,” the cameraman replied. “I’m just going to ask a few questions before we begin, all for paperwork and tax requirements of course. Is that alright?”

“Oh, yeah definitely.”

“Alright, your name?”

“Paul Larson.”

“Age?”

“21.”

“Higher Education?”

“Working on a Bachelor’s degree at…” Paul pointed a finger to his shirt timidly. A low chuckle was picked up by the camera audio before they continued.

“Grade Point Average?”

“Uh… 3.9?”

“Ethnicity?”

“White?”

“More specifically?”

“Is that really important?” Paul replied back. He wasn’t becoming impatient, he was just confused as to the subject’s significance.

“Yes, we want to see how your advertisement could compare to those who identify differently.

“Oh, alright,” he blinked. “I guess you can put down West Virginian.”

“And three words that define yourself.”

“Educated, responsible, and… I don’t know, content?”

“That’s perfect.”

The cameraman stepped out from behind and presented his clipboard to the camera, showcasing everything he’d written down. Next, he placed the clipboard down on a stool and grabbed a separate device. The new item was much bulkier than a regular camera, needing to tripods to help it stand up straight. After a few more adjustments, a final click alerted that the device was ready.

“I’m just going to take a test shot, the flash might be a little bright.”

Paul sat idly in his seat, fiddling with his thumbs as he looked around for something to entertain him until the cameraman was ready. With a little smirk, the cameraman pushed down a button quickly. The room flooded with white light for a split second, completely blinding the video for a moment before returning back to the room. After the camera refocused on the screen, each of the three men in the room let out a small gasp.

The exact same spot where the college student had sat was now filled with a handsome and muscular young man. Some of his traits were more obvious, like how his well-built figure showed that he worked out fairly often, or how his tight polo and miniature khaki shorts displayed he was fairly wealthy. Other factors about the man needed more in-depth research. By the amount of flexing happening anyone could tell the man was very arrogant, and the sunglasses did nothing to hide the dull, intellectually-lacking eyes.

After the cameraman had finished shutting down the camera, he grabbed the clipboard once again and presented it to the camera. The businessman watched eagerly as the three sets of eyes grew with astonishment. Although it was obvious in the video that the clipboard hadn’t moved, all of the answers had completely changed. To further prove the point, the cameraman sat down and re-questioned the man, making sure to keep the clipboard visible in the video.

“I’m just going to ask a few questions before I let you go, all for paperwork and tax requirements of course.” The cameraman smirked as he readjusted himself in his seat. “Is that alright?”

“Oui, de-feeneatly.” The newly-adopted accent slurred almost every vowel elegantly.

“Alright, your name?”

“Pierre Laurent.”

“Age?”

“Vingt-et-un.”

“Higher Education?”

“Vaht’s tat?” Pierre guffawed. “I am sociuhl meadiuh modell; I duhn’t need school.”

“Grade Point Average-” the cameraman readjusted his question. “when you last attended an educational institution?”

“Uh… Vah tis it ven you ‘ave uhll C’s?”

“A 2.0?” the cameraman asked, pointing out the answer on the clipboard to the camera.

“Ah! Oui.”

“Ethnicity?”

“Francais, of course.”

“More specifically?”

“Parisian. Can you not tell frrom the peecturre I submeetted?” Pierrel snarked back. He was becoming impatient, focusing more on himself than the questions.

“Of course,” the cameraman responded smoothly. “I just wanted to confirm. Finally, what are three words that define yourself.”

“Sexy, ‘andsome, attrractive, ‘ot, juhck, atlete, reech, funny, popoolar-”

“Can you narrow that down to three?”

“Vatever tee firrst tree vere.”

“That’s perfect.” The cameraman tilted the clipboard to show that the three answers listed were the first three Pierre responded with.

“Alrright, ees terre anyting else you need frrom me? I’ve got to go leeft à la gymnase.”

“No, that’ll be all. Thank you again.”

“Oui.”

Pierre immediately left the frame, his huge feet creating pounding echoes that bounced around the room. Once the sound of a door closing had passed, the cameraman walked out of the frame as well and turned the video off.

“Before we continue, here is the picture that was ‘submitted’ by our model.”

“As you can see, the image was modified by camera to completely and efficiently erase the American. The device offers over 300 different filters, each of which can be given add-ons with additional features.”

The first two men seemed completely dazed, their eyes glassed over from any emotion. The third however was completely bewildered, almost shaking in his seat with fright over the video. Before he had a chance to speak, the Businessman continued.

“We will now move onto our next video. Please hold all questions until the end.”

The third man straightened himself out, taking a sip from his glass as he cautiously relaxed back into his seat. The Businessman smiled as he swiftly moved to the next slide, this one holding another video.

“I believe you’re all familiar with how projects are made. Collection of parts, assembling in factories, and practically everything ends up on a conveyor built in China. The Chinese, who have already funded this project, cleverly figured out how to play off of this idea for my resort. If we wanted to shrink the American population, we’d have to do it quickly and efficiently like an ideal business model. Therefore, this next method is deemed ‘Mass Zhouduction,’ named after the Zhou Dynasty.”

The second video began, focusing the camera on what looked to be the side of a waterslide. It was a fairly simple shot: a 45-year-old white male sitting at the top of the slide, his red boardshorts swishing back and forth in the current as it rushed down. The camera was attached to some kind of drone, circulating back and forth waiting for the man to go. 

“Ar’ ya ready?” the lifeguard asked, his British accent having a more country slang.

“Yes, sir!”

“Then go righ tahead and launch yaself.”

“WOO!”

The man’s excited holler quickly disappeared as he shot down the slide. The drone quickly followed along, making sure to capture every second. The slide itself was fairly large, but it would only take a grown man about 20 seconds to hit the bottom pool. 

As the water pushed the man forward, the three men silently watched as the changes began. First, the man’s height drastically decreased as he shrunk inwards. His loose skin pulled inwards and firm against his pulsing muscles, each of which slowly expanded outwards. The man’s beer gut evaporated as his stomach collapsed inwards, creating a beautiful v-shape with a sturdy six pack of abs. Once the chest had finished, the arms and legs followed suit, forming small but powerful biceps, triceps, quadriceps, and calves.

Now about halfway down the slide, the man was pushed into a tunnel with a glass ceiling. Thanks to the drone’s expensive lenses, the three men could continue watching the man as he slid downwards. Inside the tunnel were three gates delicately dropping water, mimicking waterfalls. The man flew through the first, shaving off 25 years in the instant and shrinking his boardshorts into a speedo. Once he had gone through the second, his body hair had shed away and the top of his head had grown voluptuous black bangs. It took the man a few moments to slide out of the tunnel and through the third gate, tanning his skin to a rich caramel color and giving him a bone structure more familiar to East Asia.

After a few more seconds the man reached the end of the slide. The video shortly ended afterwards on the screen, stopping on the newly-created man.

“Isn’t it just wonderful?” the Businessman began again. “Thanks to some of China’s top scientists, this one-of-a-kind waterslide can create young, virile Chinese men in half of a minute!”

The three men were completely emotionless. The only noticeable movement they had made during the entire process was taking slow sips from their drinks.

“The only catch with the deal is that the slide will only recreate Chinese genetics, but I do not believe anyone will mind it. They are the fastest growing population anyway, so a spurt will be unnoticeable.”

The Businessman continued, “Now this final piece is my favorite operation so far, deemed ‘Korrektur’ by the Germans. A long-running annoyance with Americans is their desire to be unique compare to the rest of the planet. Metric system versus Imperial, Celsius versus Fahrenheit, or in this situation, football versus soccer. This process is fascinating as it is not only a conversion, but a source of profit.”

The Businessman turned the remote in his hand to click to the next slide. “In this video, we will see one of the many leisurely activities offered to resort goers, and its immediate results.”

The video booted up, displaying a taller man standing in front of a whiteboard. Through the camera’s frame, one couldn’t see exactly what the man was reading, but it was fairly obvious he wasn’t particularly interested.

“So I’m just supposed to run up the field… here?”

“Exactly,” the coach responded, his British as polished as the Businessman’s.

“I’ve never played soccer before, is that alright?”

“You must be out of college and you’ve never played football?”

“28,” the man stated. “And yeah?”

“I see,” the coach responded. “Well then, I’d like you to get some facts drilled into your head to get you into a proper mindset. Start reading the lines out loud on the whiteboard.”

“Really?” the man asked hesitantly. “I don’t speak German.”

“That’s completely understandable, but just try it anyhow,” the coach replied smoothly. “Trust me, it always works.”

“So much for a ‘leisure activity’.” The man looked at the whiteboard and took a deep breath.

“Ich liebe Fußball, Fußball ist mein Leben.”

The man suddenly twitched violently in his stance. After repositioning himself, he stood much straighter and with more confidence.

“Ich habe mein ganzes Leben lang Fußball gespielt, und seit 18 Jahren Fußball,” he recited uncomfortably, murdering the language. “Deshalb bin ich 18 Jahre alt.”

The man spasmed again, this time a little more intense. Once he had finished, a few noticeable changes had been made. For one, he had shrunk about two inches, lost 30 pounds, and regained a little baby fat. He’d also lost some of the timbre in his voice, giving him a much more youthful tone.

“Ich bin ein Fußballstar, Fußball definiert, wer ich bin.”

Following this statement and a few trembles, the boy had changed drastically. Large biceps and triceps filled the sleeve of his new team jersey, and two juicy pecs helped push out the Nike symbol. Defined buttocks pushed at one end of the running shorts while an exaggeratedly-sized pouch fought at the other. Monstrous calves were hidden behind two long black socks which covered everything from the knees to the massive cleated feet.

“Ich bin ein Schotte, und Schotten sind dumm. Deshalb bin ich dumm.”

There wasn’t a perceptible change after the shiver this time, besides the dull, lifeless eyes and the fact the boy could now only breathe with his mouth open.

“Ich gewinne immer Fußball und Deutsch gewinnt immer Fußball. Deshalb muss ich Deutsch sein.”

As soon as the words had left the boy’s mouth and the twitching had finished, anyone would be able to pinpoint the new changes. First off, the boy’s hair had been flipped into a beautiful, short blond cut. His jawline and cheekbones had grown more pronounced while his lips had shrunk. His voice had also deepened, causing his Adam’s apple to become more prominent. Lastly, the rest of his body had bulked up again, making him now the same height as when the transformation had started.

Looking back at the whiteboard, the boy easily read the final phrase, the German rolling off his tongue effortlessly.

“Ich bin ein Fußballspieler, und Fußballspieler gehorchen dem Trainer. Deshalb muss ich dem Trainer gehorchen.”

“Brilliant!” the coach’s voice popped up from outside of the screen once more. “Do you believe you are ready to play now?”

“Ja,” the boy grunted back, reading over the whiteboard once more. The Businessman paused the video, ending the slideshow on the image of the boy. 

“Thanks to the German’s advanced technology, the whiteboard is enhanced with simple micro-robotics to help enforced the phrases into the reader’s head. The whole process is similar to hypnosis and self-fulfilling prophecies. Not only do we rid of Americans, but this specific process will quickly expand the European and international football marketplaces.”

The Businessman took a deep breath to regain himself, the presentation having now ended,

“What do you gentlemen think? Is my resort worth the investment?”

The Businessman looked around the room coyly, beaming a giant smile.

“Let meyuh get tis strraight,” the first man replied, a Lyonnais accent sharpening his words. Pushing his brown locks back into place, he almost knocked over his empty glass. “You van tus to eenves teen a rresort? Tat ees uhll?”

“That’s correct, sir.”

“Ahnd why,” began the second man, obviously from Bejing. “Should whe beh eenteyuhested in whatuh yeuh are selling?”

“Because it’s more than just profit,” the Businessman proposed, noticing the second man had finished his drink too. “This resort helps solve an international crisis that has still yet to come to media attention.”

“Rreuhlly?” the third man asked, suddenly intrigued. “Dah yeuh haveuh aneh morre ideauhs for pahssible sahlutions if we invesd?”

“We are in the final testings stages of a few more methods, yes, and by the end of this meeting I’ll be able to tell you if the prototypes have proven successful.”

“Tat ees a bold claim,” the first snarked.

“I’d uhgee to tat,” the second offered.

“Vell, cahme ahn nahw,” the third piped in, his mood differing from the previous two men. “Ahre you gahing to leave us ‘anging orr vhat?” 

The businessman smirked at the common Berliner, chuckling to himself as he formally began the presentation.

“Why don’t you finish your glass, sir, and then I can let you know.”

The three men chuckled between themselves merrily, knowing this investment was to be one of their best.

Few minutes ago, Ilham chugged the jamu he bought on his way home from school, the thick herbal liquid sliding down his throat with a strange warmth. Almost immediately, his body started transforming, bones cracking and lengthening as he aged up into a hotter, older version of himself in his mid-twenties. His scrawny frame exploded with muscle, pecs swelling into massive, heavy slabs of flesh, abs popping into a perfect six-pack, and his cock ballooning into a thick, veiny monster between his legs.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, voice now deep and seductive, staring at his new reflection. He stripped naked, skin glistening with sweat, and set up his phone to record a private video for his best friend.

He hit record and stepped back, his muscular torso filling the frame. "Rahman, you won't believe what that shit did to me. Check out this body now." he said, his hands slowly rising to cup his massive pecs. The skin was smooth and warm, stretched tight over the dense muscle that twitched under his palms.

"For real, it's me, Ilham, but way hotter and older now thanks to that magic jamu. Mmmph... feel these big juicy man-tits, bro. They're so fucking heavy and sensitive." He squeezed them firmly, fingers sinking into the firm flesh as a low moan escaped his lips. His nipples hardened instantly, dark and puffy, begging for attention. "Ahhh... shit, just touching them makes my fat cock throb hard."

Ilham's head tilted back slightly, eyes fluttering closed in pleasure as he rubbed his palms in slow circles over his glistening chest. "Oh oh... yeah, just like that," he panted into the camera, mimicking the erotic sensations flooding his new body. The slick sounds of skin on skin echoed as sweat made everything shiny and slippery. "Rahman, if you were here, you'd be burying your face in these sweaty pecs, licking up my musk, sucking these fat nipples raw." His fingers pinched and rolled the sensitive buds, sending jolts straight to his leaking dick. "Fuuuuck, they're so hard and tingly. Watch me play with them for you, man."

Pushing his chest forward toward the lens, Ilham groaned deeply, his body undulating gently with each caress. "Look how my abs flex when I do this, bro. That jamu made me a total muscle god for you." His hands slid up and down the deep valley between his pecs, then outward to trace the striations of his shoulders. "Mmmph... my balls are so full and heavy now, swinging low with all this new cum just waiting to shoot for you." He locked eyes with the camera, flushed face showing pure lust. "This older me is so much sexier, huh? No more nerdy Ilham. I'm your hot hunk now."

Continuing the sensual display, he pressed his hands flat again, kneading the heavy pec meat rhythmically. "Ahhh... Rahman, my dick's dripping precum all over the floor from this. See how it bobs every time I squeeze my tits?" The moans grew louder as he arched his back, eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy. "Oh god, pinch them harder with me. Imagine your mouth on these puffy nips, biting and sucking while I flex for you." His fingers danced over the nipples, pulling and twisting, body shuddering with pleasure. Sweat dripped down his carved abs as the video captured every vulgar, exaggerated motion.

"Don't stop watching this, bro, I'm just getting warmed up showing you everything this transformed body can do," Ilham whispered huskily, his hands never ceasing their exploration of his oily, muscular chest. He continued rubbing and groping, head thrown back in bliss, soft groans and sighs filling the air as waves of erotic pleasure built higher and higher. "Fuck, Rahman, come over and feel this for real. My cock needs your hands on it while I keep playing with these massive pecs." The recording kept rolling, his body moving in slow, hypnotic rhythms, the endless self-worship promising so much more as his moans echoed on...

"Care to join me here? Come on, help me explore this new body,"

In a long time there used to be a group of demons that lived in the human world. They were extremely lustful demons but sadly their bodies were not attractive to them. These demons that craved hot bodies came to the human world. They often lured many humans into falling for their sweet offers. Humans who fell for their sweet offers would eventually have their bodies snatched away. These demons would then possess humans.

Legend also says that it was so greedy for male genitalia that it didn't care whose body it belonged to. Kings, royalty, knights, peasants, and many others were possessed by the demon and used for sexual purposes.

Fortunately, at one point, the world of those demons was sealed off by a group of people with special powers, and the stories of demons possessing human male bodies were gradually forgotten.

When he finished reading, Brandon closed the book. “These legends are so ridiculous, where in the world would there be demons possessing men for sexual purposes?” Brandon complained about the collection of stories he had rented from a bookstore.

The handsome young man, Brandon, put down his book and prepared to go to the library to return the boring book he had borrowed.

Shortly after Brandon returned the book, he began wandering around the large library, looking for interesting books to take home and read.

But suddenly the library became dark. Even though he wondered what was going on, he continued walking to find the book he wanted to read. He walked back and forth in the darkness where he could see things.

After a while, he found a strange-looking book. It was a black book with an eye in the middle. At first, Brandon thought it was just a fancy book with just plain paper inside.

But as he was about to walk away, his mind felt strange, as if his body was being led to open that book, his mind ordered it to be that book, he slowly walked over to touch the book, when he picked it up, he felt that something was definitely going to happen, but he still couldn't stop himself from opening the book.

When he opened it, he looked inside, there were countless unknown characters, and those characters slowly floated out, they gathered together and turned into a large smoke, as the large smoke in front of him rushed into his body, a large amount of smoke entered his body through his mouth, causing Brandon's body to twist, his muscles twitched, and his eyes rolled back.

The book cover slowly crawled into the smoke, and the strange-looking book turned into an ordinary book.

Brandon's body, which was inhaled by the strange smoke, slowly twisted his muscles and moved his neck a few times before speaking with an evil smile, "I confess, I'm free now. That stupid seal only locked me for a few hundred years. Do you think I can't wait?"

A demon that desires a human body like mine can live for hundreds of thousands of years, it wouldn't know. The demon possessing Brandon replied yes as his body rubbed against it. "Wow, it seems I hit the jackpot, this body is insane, these muscles are making me horny," a large tent formed between Brandon's legs.

But unfortunately, I don't have enough power. I'll let this guy control his body for now while I take my time to recover and devour him. Haha, after speaking, Brandon's eyes rolled back and forth, he regained control of himself, and he couldn't remember anything about the strange book. "What happened? Oh yeah, I got the book from the library. Oh, I can't remember. Never mind, let's go home."

After that, about a month passed. แบรนดอนกำลังนั่งสบายๆ อยู่ในบ้านหลังจากทำธุระมาทั้งวัน เมื่อเขารู้สึกแปลกๆ ในท้อง

“Ahh, what happened?” Brandon’s body didn’t listen to his commands, it started moving on its own without his control, his muscles tensed, his penis hardened uncontrollably.

His hands were rubbing his body, now Brandon's mind was spinning, instead of being afraid, his mind was enjoying this feeling, the feeling that something was slowly taking over him, his eyes rolled back, that was the last time the real Brandon was conscious, suddenly his eyes returned to normal.

I'm so horny

The devil has taken over Brandon's body.

Okay, I have to deal with my hard cock first. One hand unzipped my pants and pulled out my big, thick, long cock from my pants.

His thick hand lightly touched the large cock, the other hand played with the nipple that was on his shirt. The moans of a man possessed by a demon echoed throughout the room that only he could hear.

Soon, the new Brandon was chasing after the climax, the speed of his hand was increasing, the rhythm was becoming unstable. In no time, the moan of the possessed man was heard along with the semen flowing out of the tip of his cock. “Ahhhhh.”

Brandon took a weak breath, this was his first release after being sealed away. He picked up his phone and found news of a new park being built in a nearby town. “Oh yeah, that’s where another one of my friends is locked up. I should probably go help him out, since he has the same taste in body possession as me.

Then the devil took a photo of himself with his new hot body a few hours later. The new Brandon was busy masturbating all night long.

After having finished masturbating, the devil in Brandon's body, named Walhain, was doing rituals to call forth his demon friends. Eventually one of his friends, named Samhain, was located inside an antique mirror in an old antique store and he immediately teleported there.

Once there, he found that the store looks empty, but then saw someone come out from the back and Brandon saw that his name is James and works there. He appears to be in his late 20s with a hot ass body with big muscles.

James greeted him, "Hello sir, how may I help you?" Instead of answering, Brandon raised James off the ground with one hand telekinetically.

"Aargh plese sir let me g-!" Before James can finish his sentence, Brandon snapped his neck, killing James instantly.

Brandon then went looking for the mirror in question and found one mirror that stood out among the others in the store and walked over to it.

Touching the mirror, he can sense that Samhain is still inside it, confirming that this is the mirror Brandon is looking for. He immediately levitates James' dead body off the ground and teleported himself, the mirror, and James to his apartment.

In the apartment, Brandon put James' body on the floor, naked in only his underwear, on top of a pentagram, changed his own clothes and immediately did a spell in front of the mirror:

Glass to smoke, and breath to frost, Return the soul that time has lost. Between the silver and the grain, I break the bond, I snap the chain. What is hidden, now be shown, What was exiled, claim your throne. Through the surface, thin and cold, Step from the shadow, dark and bold.

The mirror shimmered and then, Samhain appears as a black smoke. When he sees Brandon, he seems to sense that it's Walhain and immediately greets him, "Hello, brother..."

Brandon immediately answers, "Hello brother, after so many years, we have finally gotten our chance to take over the world thanks to this idiotic host of mine who has let me 'borrow' his body hehehe".

He then motions to James' body, laying on top of the pentagram, and says, "Here brother, you can take over his body and soul as his physical body may be dead, but his soul is still inside for you to take.."

Immediately, Samhain flew into James' mouth and took over. With every part he takes control of, James' body continues to convulse violently on the floor as Brandon watches, jerking off to the spectacle in front of him.

In James' mind, the devil can see that the real James is screaming in his head, begging to be let go, and Samhain just laughed as he cast a spell to make the two of them merge souls.

"AARGHH PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!" James pleaded in vain as Samhain entered him through the back like a suit and James ceased to exist as they become one.

A few minutes later, Samhain, now James, slowly woke up and touched his nipples, causing his dick to make a tent in his underwear.

"Thank you brother, for this amazing hot body.... as for his soul, I've decided to merge ourselves and become one hehehe...".

"Now then... why don't we explore that body of yours before we continue our plans hehehe.." Brandon said as he takes off his clothes.

Just a random, AI-generated, human-edited (me) possession stories with nature as the background

The trail to the summit of Gunung Prau was a killer that morning—steep, humid, the kind of climb that turned even those rich Surabayans into gasping wrecks. Joko, Tri, and Irwan had been hiking since before dawn, not for the views, but because the mountain was their backyard. City people will describe people like them as jamet kampung: mid-twenties village boys from the scrappy Dieng foothills, barely graduated high school, scraping by on odd jobs, fixing motorbikes, and shaking down lost tourists. Joko is the stocky one with the cocky grin, Tri is the loud and foul-mouthed one while Irwan is the quiet manipulator and agitator, always the one who edged his friends to do the impulsive or bad activities. They were broke, always horny, and bored shitless with the same loop—kretek, Indomie, and pretending to pray on Fridays.

Then they rounded the bend and saw them.

Three exhausted Chindos from Surabaya, slumped against a rock like they were about to pass out. Fancy gear, expensive backpacks. The left one wears a wide-brimmed khaki hat shading his sharp, tired face, black tank top glued to a lean, defined torso, sweat making his arms glisten under the sun. Middle guy: short hair, no hat, arms slumped over his black tank, biceps flexed even while wrecked. Right one: backward cap, blue-gray tank soaked dark, lips in that classic bratty pout, one hand lazily adjusting his pack strap.

Matthew, Alexander, and Noah. Loaded koko-koko on a “fun holiday hike.”

Joko’s eyes lit up as he exclaimed so the others are aware

“Wah, liat tuh, ada mangsa empuk, bro. Muka oke juga, badannya mulus, pasti enak di-slip.”

Tri grinned wide, excited to just slipped right in seeing how Matthew's cock hardened in his shorts looking tempting

“Waahhh, iya cuk. Yang pake topi lebar itu ngaceng apa gimana? Keras banget kayanya. Kita slip sekarang?”

Irwan just smirked slow, telling his friends that they can just play around with their prey before ultimately taking them over

“Santai, kawan Mangsa enak lebih asyik kalau dijerat pelan-pelan, ritual si dukun itu kan gampang,"

They played it cool.

“Butuh bantuan, bro?” Joko called out, thick village accent.

The Chindos looked relieved. Matthew (wide-hat one) wiped sweat.

“Yeah man, we’re dying here.” Alexander chuckled weakly. Noah just pouted.

They walked together throughout the trek, the city boys talking about uni and what they do. Their last names are dead giveaway about their privilege. The jamets just nodded accordingly, eyes tracing those sweat-slick chests.

When the trail forked into a hidden overgrown side path, Irwan gives the signal. “Shortcut to the viewpoint,” they lied. Deep in the ferns, out of sight, they struck.

Joko slammed into Matthew first. The magic ripped souls free. Joko’s mind crashed into the new skull like lightning. Suddenly he's looking out through sharper eyes, feeling the wide hat on his head, the heavy pack, sweat cooling on lean gym muscle. His new cock—Matthew’s cock—twitched hard in the damp shorts.

“Anjir… badan ini enak banget, bro,” Joko-Matthew groaned, hands roaming his new chest under the black tank and admiring how pumped it all feels. “Ototnya kenceng, kontolnya langsung ngaceng. Jing, upgrade gila nih. Rasanya mau ngentot sekarang juga.”

Tri slid into Alexander, gasping as those arms and pecs become his.

“WHOOOOO! BABI! Badan ini lebih bagus dari mimpi gue. Liat nih bisepnya, jir....ini dadanya gede banget tapi kenceng. Kontol gue sekarang tebel banget. Wah, babi, enaknya!”

Irwan took Noah, the backward cap still in place.

“Heh, ini yang paling enak pantatnya, bro. Mulus, bulet. Gue udah ngaceng berat di badan ini. Siap banget dientot lo berdua!"

The original souls? Snuffed out. The three new Chindos stood panting, staring at each other with filthy grins.

They don't waste time. Backpacks dropped. Tanks ripped off. Naked except for soaked undies and boots, they piled together in the ferns.

Joko-Matthew shoved Tri-Alexander against a tree and dropped to his knees. He yanked the black briefs down and swallowed that thick Chindo cock to the root.

“Mmm… kontol lo gede banget, bro. Gak nyangka ini tiga Chindo asetnya lebih gede dibanding kita! Damnnn.....this shit is fucking tastier than your poor dick, brah" Joko said using Matthew's English like it's always right for him to speak that way

Tri-Alexander groaned, gripping the wide hat and tossing it off so he has full control over Matthew's head

"FUUUUCCKKMMMMPPH.....yo man, this sounds fucking insane. We are speaking in English like we are natural! Fuck, this make me closer to nut! Go fucking deeper, brah!"

Irwan-Noah watched it all from the side, busy fingering himself while twisting his nipple, all the while watching both of hus friends fucking like rabbit in front of hin

They come hard—ropes of cum painting chests, backs, and asses. Laughing the whole time, high on the theft.

"Brah, get a grip of your load LMFAO!"

After, they wiped up with their soaked undies, pulled them back on, shorts up, tanks back in place. They looked exactly like the three Chindos again—sweaty, flushed, but now with wicked eyes.

“Act normal ya, bro,” Matthew said, adjusting his wide hat, voice already fully formed to smooth city English.

"We're just three Chindos on a hike. Don't act weird,"

They stepped back onto the main trail. The memories flooded in fast. First, the little things: fancy apartment in Surabaya, gaming PC with every DLC.

“Dang.....I never even knew all these details and these price tags sounded ridiculous, but knowing I can buy all those stuff without thinking.....fuck I'm hella blessed ,"

Then the big ones: family money, cars, credit cards. Fluent English. Accounting loopholes. Computer science hacks. Memories of blowing cash on sneakers, figures, OnlyFans subscription while fucking girlfriends on the side.

"Woah......pussy really lined up for these three. And if we're bored, we can just do some sesh with those OF bimbos, everyone can be bought!"

The religious flip is also hilarious. Born Muslim, now all three of them will go to church every Sunday singing to Jesus.

"This is hilarious. We only prayed once a week for Friday prayer and now God aligned us to the people that only do weekly service. Guess He knows what we really want HAHAHAH, singing Hallelujah while having an irresistible hard-ons

As they reached the summit at golden hour, they posed together and keep their distance close

"What a nice view, but we have better views too now,"

---

The turquoise sea sparkled under the bright afternoon sun as the small rented boat sliced through the waves near the towering limestone cliffs. Jordi, Tio, and Luqman — three best friends fresh out of university — lounged shirtless under the white canvas canopy, their toned chests glistening with salt spray and sweat. Jordi on the left adjusted his wide-brimmed hat and round sunglasses, trying to look chill. Tio in the middle, black shades on, flexed his abs casually. Luqman on the right, in blue board shorts, grinned with his arm draped lazily over the railing.

But these weren’t really Jordi, Tio, and Luqman anymore.

Each body had been possessed days ago by their own younger brothers, who had finally taken control during this “graduation trip.” The horny teens were now living out every dirty fantasy they’d ever jerked off to while spying on their hot big bros.

At first, they tried hard to act normal, just like their straight elder brothers would.

“Bro, you catch the Premier League last night?” Jordi (possessed by his eager little bro, Tian) started, deepening his voice. “Arsenal got fucked again, jing. That defense is trash.” said 'Jordi' as if he understands a single thing about soccer

Dio laughed, mimicking his older brother’s Tio crude tone. “Losing 3 finals in a row, I think the Gooners won't get any trophy by the end of the season LOL, fucking brutal. Well, UFC this weekend gonna be brutal though. I’m betting on the submission in round one. Pure domination, nyet,"

Luqman nodded, adjusting his shades. “Yeah, and speaking of domination… I finally took my girlfriend’s virginity last week. Her memek was so tight, babi. She was screaming when I shoved my kontol in. Best night of my life, asu.” Rifqi dry-humping the air, using Luqman's body and memory to its fullest lustful extend

They high-fived and chuckled like proper straight grads, talking football, fights, and fake pussy stories. But the possession burned hotter every second. Their little brothers’ lust was leaking through, making their cocks rock hard inside their shorts.

Jordi shifted first, hand rubbing over the obvious bulge in his black shorts.

“Jing… talking about memek is making me horny as fuck.” His voice cracked as Tian's horny teen sex drives took full control of the testosterone-rich body of Jordi's. He pulled his shorts down, freeing his thick, veiny cock, already leaking pre-cum. He started stroking shamelessly. “Tot lah… I need to fap right now.”

Tio’s resistance crumbled next.

“Ngaceng banget… can’t hold it.” He yanked his shorts aside, his own hard dick springing out. He pumped it fast, eyes locked on Jordi’s cock.

“Babi…look at that kontol, still fucking bigger than mine!

Luqman grinned wickedly.

“Monyet… fuck all this pretending.” He freed his throbbing erection too, stroking while watching his friends. The boat captain — an old local guy up front — was already half-drunk on cheap arak, slouched over the wheel with a bottle in hand, too wasted to notice or care what the three young men were doing under the canopy.

The normal talk vanished. They turned into pure debauchery.

Tio leaned over first, hungry. He grabbed Jordi’s rock hard cock and swallowed it deep, sucking greedily with wet, sloppy sounds. “Mmmph—ngentot! Not only fucking big, kontol lo enak banget dikenyot, bro!”

Luqman moved behind Tio, spitting on his hand before pushing two fingers into Tio’s tight hole.

"Damn… your ass is begging for it.” Then he replaced his fingers with his hard cock, thrusting in raw. The boat rocked harder as he pounded Tio’s ass while Tio moaned around Jordi’s dick.

“UNGGHHH! Jing… deeper, fuck me harder!” Tio cried out, popping off Jordi’s cock for a second before diving back down, choking happily.

“ AAGHHHHH! So tight, babi!” Luqman groaned, slamming in deep, his pecs bouncing with every thrust.

They switched positions constantly, bodies slick with sweat and sea spray. Jordi bent Luqman over the railing next, spitting on his cock before driving into that eager ass. “Nyet… take my load!” Luqman moaned loudly, “AARGHHH! Yes, fill my memek— I mean ass— with your peju!”

Meanwhile Tio knelt between them, alternating between sucking Luqman’s swinging dick and licking where Jordi’s thick cock stretched Luqman open.

The captain up front just took another swig from his bottle, muttering to himself, completely oblivious as the three possessed friends fucked like animals under the canopy.

“UNNNGHHHH! Jing… I’m cumming!” Jordi roared, pumping rope after rope of hot cum deep into Luqman’s ass.

Tio pulled off and stroked himself furiously until he exploded across Luqman’s chest and abs. “Woiiii fucckkkk… so much cum!”

Luqman followed right after, shooting his own load onto the deck while still getting fucked through his orgasm. “AAGHHHHH! NGENTOT! Don’t stop!”

They kept going for hours — fapping, sucking, fucking in every combination. Cum dripped from chins, leaked down thighs, and pooled on the boat floor. Sunglasses stayed on, the hat stayed crooked, but their shorts were long gone.

By the time the sun started to dip, the three collapsed back onto the seats, naked, spent, and covered in each other’s sticky peju. Their cocks still twitched, half-hard and ready for more.

Jordi licked his lips, grinning lazily.

“Watching Premier League after this sounds okay… but this is way better entertainment LOL,"

Tio chuckled, slowly stroking his slick dick again.

"Yeah, fuck that bullshit UFC show, it can wait. Girlfriends? Who the fuck cares? Gue cuman mau ngentot my fucking brothers in life,"

Luqman smirked, eyes still hungry. “Si tua bangka tolol mabok ampe mampus gitu, gila sih dia gak nyadar (the old man is too drunk to be aware). Round two before we reach the beach?”

The boat drifted on toward the cliffs, the real Jordi, Tio, and Luqman trapped helplessly inside their own bodies, forced to feel every filthy, cum-soaked second of their possessors endless lust. And the drunk captain? He just hummed an old dangdut song, none the wiser.

---

The sun filtered through the dense canopy above the hidden waterfall deep in the Javanese jungle, casting dappled light on the three shirtless young men by the rushing stream. Their skin glistened with sweat and cool mist from the cascading water. Rian on the left flexed his biceps hard, gray shorts riding low. Miko in the middle grinned mischievously, black shorts clinging to his thighs. Dika on the right raised his arm high, navy shorts barely hiding the growing bulge as primal urges surged through them all.

They had hiked far from the city to escape everything, stripping down to swim and cool off. But something far older than them had already taken hold.

Hours earlier, Miko had laughed and peed carelessly against a gnarled old banyan tree without a second thought—no offering, no respect for the sacred guardian of the forest. Rian, moments later, had lost his favorite knife from his bag and cursed loudly, “Jing, sialan! Where the fuck did it go?” Dika... well, Dika had always been the weakest-minded of the three, easily swayed, his thoughts already foggy and pliable due to exhaustion, body too easy to be conquered

The forest spirit moved through their veins like hot sap, twisting their fatigue and lust into something feral and uncontrollable.

“Jing... panas banget, tai......” Rian growled in profanity-laden phrases, voice deeper than usual, eyes glazing over. He stepped behind Miko, hands rough as he grabbed Miko's hips, yanking the black shorts down. Rian's thick cock, already rock-hard and leaking, pressed against Miko’s ass.

“Capek gini tapi gue ngaceng bro......shit, kita harus ngewe disini!"

Miko moaned, head tilting back as the spirit’s influence burned through him. “AAGHHHH... ya, bro... gas. My kontol is throbbing so bad! Fuckkkk.....it's goddamn hard and hot, I shouldn't have peed like a disrespectful city boy, look at me now getting punished," he said as he reached back, spreading himself as Rian thrust in raw, the sudden stretch making Miko’s eyes roll. “UNGGHHH! ASU! Kaget gue jing...ngghhh.....DEEPER!"

Dika, already stroking his own stiff length in static, a more gentle spirit taken root in him, moved in front. He grabbed Miko’s hair and shoved his cock between those eager lips. “Shhhiiiitttt....... mulut kotor lo ini......goddamn, we all talk dirty because of you.....Fucking Miko and his city boy mouth, corrupting me and Rian to speak like you. Telen nih kontol, jing” His hips bucked wildly, the spirit feeding on their loss of control.

The three of them rutted like animals by the water’s edge. Rian pounded into Miko from behind with brutal force, skin slapping wetly, groaning

“AARGHHH... so tight! The spirit wants this... it wants us to breed like beasts! It wants us to cross the line,” Miko was spit-roasted between them, choking and moaning around Dika’s cock, his own erection bouncing untouched, dripping pre-cum onto the wet rocks.

“UNNNGHHHH! Jing... I’m gonna cum inside!” Rian snarled, slamming harder as the spirit pushed him over the edge. He flooded Miko’s ass with hot spurts, body shaking violently.

Dika pulled out of Miko’s mouth with a wet pop and flipped him onto the mossy rock. “My turn, city boy. Take my load too.” He drove in deep, fucking Rian’s cum back inside Miko while Rian knelt beside them, still hard, feeding his cum-slick cock into Miko’s mouth again.

“AAGHHHHH! Yeaaahhh....hhhh.....cum in me bro, cum in my tight city boy hole!” Miko cried out between thrusts, voice hoarse and broken. The spirit made every sensation a hundred times stronger—pleasure bordering on pain, lust that refused to fade.

They switched again and again, bodies slick with sweat, cum, and mist. Dika bent over next, mentally surrendering completely as Rian and Miko took turns using his ass and mouth.

By the time the spirit finally loosened its grip, the three collapsed naked on the damp sand, chests heaving, cocks spent and twitching. Cum dripped from asses and chins, mixing with the waterfall spray. They looked at each other with dazed, satisfied grins, the sacred tree’s spirits still humming faintly in their blood.

The waterfall roared on, but the only sounds that mattered were their ragged breaths and the low, lingering groans of

Bryan was just driving home sad from a bad breakup when he caught the attention of an incubus named Matias.

When Matias saw Bryan, he immediately said, "Hmm, he has the perfect body and looks.... looks like he's the perfect vessel hehehe..."

Then he secretly followed, invisible to Bryan, until he reached home.

Once he reached home, he immediately went to his bedroom, took off his clothes and was gonna go cry his eyes out on his couch when he felt a sudden chill course through him.

The moment he looked up, Matias immediately got him in a chokehold.

"You're now MINE!" Matius said to Bryan before doing a spell to cast Bryan's soul out of his body.

When the spell started to take hold, Bryan could feel his soul beginning to travel up his throat and when it exited his mouth, his physical body fell onto the bed.

Then Matias took the soul stone in his hand and looked at it before crushing it in his hand, erasing the real Bryan out of existence.

"Now... where were we?"

Matias put his hands in Bryan's mouth and went inside his body, stretching his mouth wide like a costume as he popped his head inside.

Bryan's body continued to crack from all the stretching it needed to accomodate Matias' full takeover with no resistance from its previous owner.

Eventually, the possession was complete and Matius Brian grinned wickedly and pulled off his pants to see what he's working with.

When he saw his new growing bulge, he gave it a hard slap, and immediately cums due to the tension.

"Oh come on, Dan. I know you've wanted him for so long, and I can tell just by your reaction." Adrian said, looking at me while grabbing his throbbing cock.

"Oh, you know all my fantasies about my brother, babe," I said to him, licking his nipples as he grabbed my hair.

Three Days Earlier...

I had found a ritual in a forbidden tome to summon an incubus, and decided to try it out in my bedroom.

After lighting a few black candles in a pentagram and reciting the incantation, the incubus appeared.

He then spoke in a deep voice, "Hello mortal, is it you that had summoned me?"

"Yes, and I want you to stay with me, I've been feeling lonely and I have been looking to experience pleasure," I answered him.

"Well then, I will fulfill your request, but I require a fitting vessel if I were to stay here," the incubus demanded, and I know just the person to be his vessel.

As if on cue, my brother, Walter, walks in from work.

"Hey, Sam, what are you doi--? What the, what the FUCK are you?!" Walter screams, seeing the demon standing on the pentagram.

I immediately nodded in Walter's direction, directing the incubus to possess him. Before Walter could run, the incubus teleported and stood in front of him.

He then put his hand on Walter's head, causing him to convulse violently as he feels his memories fade away, making him forget everything and also make him submissive to the demon.

He then tore open Walter's clothes and proceeded to open his mouth and turned himself into mist form, entering Walter's body through every hole in his body, from his ass, his ears, and his mouth.

Watching the whole scene play out has aroused my desires and I started to touch myself watching my brother be possessed as he started convulsing due to the invasion.

A few minutes later, he went still and suddenly stood up, walking over to me and kissed me hard.

"Hello, mortal... like the new body? Hehehe..."

Seeing him all naked had given me an instant hard on and the incubus seemed to notice, so he pulled me to the sofa and raised both of his arms.

"Why don't you go ahead and give your brother a good sucking?"

What followed was a night of fucking and being dominated by my brother as he tied me up to my bedpost and he fucked me for four hours straight into the morning.

In the present....

Ever since that night, the demon, now inside Walter, and I had become boyfriends and being unemployed has given me all the free time in the world to get fucked by him.

One time I asked him if the real Walter is still in there, and he said that once he took over, he had taken over Walter's soul, so he is far gone.

While I'm sad that I may have killed my brother, at least I have someone in my life, even though he is a demon

This is my personal trainer and his name is Nut, and he originates from Thailand and works in America. He has been my personal trainer for two months after I went to the gym and he offered me his services.

I have always had a crush on him and couldn't focus properly every time I workout with him. I always wish that I could be together with him or at least be like him, since I'm just ordinary and not like him.

One day, I had just finished a two hour workout with him and was having a chat with him when I suddenly felt dizzy and fell onto the floor.

He immediately stood up and tried to wake me up.

"Tyler, hey, wake up! Oh, no." He tried to revive me but instead I found myself floating out of my own body.

When I looked down, I found myself transparent and floating. I found myself suddenly getting sucked in through Nut's mouth and everything went black.

The next thing I know, I slowly woke up and asked, "Nut, hey, where are you?" But then, something's wrong.

I felt myself be heavier than before and my voice matches exactly like Nut's. When I looked down, I saw that I was wearing Nut's clothes.

"Damn, I am now Nut..."

I then touched Nut's or now MY nipples and opened my clothes, checking out my new self in front of the mirror.

"Goddamnn, why do you always hide your hot abs in all your gym clothes? You need to flaunt it more, and with me now in you, you can flaunt it hehe."

I then realised where I was when I saw people staring and ran to the bathroom.

There, I explored my new body, from all the new muscles I now have to jerking off in the showers, not giving a care in the world if someone heard my moans.

Once done, I went outside where I was greeted by a man and he kissed me.

"Still as hot as a year ago"

"You one gorgeous stud, Bram,"

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For the past five years, Rizky Santoso had been slowly killing himself at EY’s Jakarta office. As an aspiring professional accountant now in a senior associate position, he lived on Gojek orders, Red Bull, and endless overtime. His soft 98 kg body with its hanging gut and flabby chest is a constant reminder of how far he’d fallen.

Desperate to change, he signed up as a member in Fitness First Senayan City, avoiding the same crowd of his office in Bursa Efek (despite spending most of his times in client office anyway rather than EY Jakarta) which means gym time in Pacific Place, or the not-so-affluent folks at fX, yet still "conveniently" in walking distance that he considered also as cardio. There, he hired a particular eye candy in the name of Bram Wijaya — an-82 kg muscle beast the same age as him and clearly more blessed to dissect daily macros rather than understanding Indonesia's macroeconomic situation.

One Friday night, after another brutal audit shift that finished around 5 AM, Rizky decided to just walk to the gym as by 6 AM, it would be open anyway and by 6:30, Bram would usually arrive. He decided to hit the treadmill while waiting for Bram, when all in a sudden, a burning sensation on his chest and a dizzy spell hit him. The world spun, lights flashed, and when everything settled…

He's staring at Bram’s reflection in the full-length mirror in the locker room, eyes a bit swollen and he seemed to be zoned out before this. Another gymgoer seemingly sat by his side and tried to calm Bram down. Then, the revelation hit him when the guy, a fellow PT he known as Andry, stated

"It's not your fault, Bram. Don't worry. He pushed himself too much, okay? He died, nothing you can do about it. Plus, he did not even contact you for the last one week, chill, you're not at fault here,"

A blurb of memory appeared. He was pronounced dead as he slipped on the treadmill, hit his head and fell to the floor as he got cardiac arrest. Bram just walked into the gym floor when that happened and he tried his best to CPR him but to no avail. Yet.....actually, Bram seemed to be successfully allowing him to live life once more.....and he couldn't help but smirk as his mind instantly raced with possibilities

"Dry....sorry, gue butuh space, I'll hit the shower ya, thanks bro," he said, acting all sorrow asking for space while holding on the increasingly aroused cock inside his shorts

Once the space cleared out and Andry yelling that he left the key for Bram to lock everything up as the gym would be closed for the day, Rizky no longer could help himself as he yanked the shorts down

“Anjing! This is nuts! Fuck, look at that dick!?” he excitedly yelled, voice now deep and smooth.

The body felt unreal. Massive arms, thick and developed chest, shredded abs visible even through fabric. Rizky lifted one hand and watched the veiny forearm of Bram's flex. His new cock was already rock-hard, veiny and looking unreal.

“Tot...…gede banget jing,” he muttered, eyes wide admiring the heftiness of his cock. The crude words slipped out naturally in this new body, like muscle memory. His hand moved on its own, grabbing the heavy bulge as he wondered how lengthy it would go “Fucckkk....ngacengnya berapa centi ini jing??? 15? 20??? Edan!"

The fat, veiny cock slapped against his hard abs. Long, thick, leaking precum like a faucet. Rizky wrapped Bram’s big hand around it and started stroking, fast and greedy.

In the mirror just outside the opened shower, the jacked Indonesian stud's reflection was moaning like a whore — eyebrows furrowed, tongue out, hips bucking. Every stroke felt better than anything his old fat body had ever experienced. Then something strange happened.

With the first thick rope of cum that shot out and splattered the mirror 3-4 metres away like a fucking jet stream much to his chagrin, a flash of memory hit him. Bench press form. How to hit the upper chest. The exact protein intake for cutting. He kept pumping, moaning louder.

“Ahh jing… enak banget!”

Second massive spurt. Another flood of memories

How to deadlift without fucking up his back. The girls who begged for his cock after training sessions. The feeling of pounding tight pussy in the locker room.

More cum kept exploding across the glass — heavy, white streaks running down over his reflection’s face. With every spurt, more of Bram’s mind poured into his.

“NNGGHHHHH BABI! GAK ABIS-ABIS INI PEJUNYA ANJING! Emang sange banget nih Bram sialan,” he growled, stroking even faster through the orgasm.

By the fifth powerful jet, he suddenly knew Bram’s entire training program, his supplement stack, his favorite pre-workout. He knew how it felt to fuck three different clients in one week. He knew the exact dirty talk that made them cum instantly. Then, it hit him

"Gila ya lo Bram? Ngocok begini di gym lagi ditutup padahal ini TKP ada orang mati, tapi otak sange lo gak bisa ditahan, jadi lo malah ngocok. Bener-bener binatang ya lo," Rizky said as he stepped out of the shower, spat on Bram's reflection and licked the dripping saliva, playing on his favorite fetish of degrading others. The idea of Bram just mindlessly masturbating in a literal scene where someone is pronounced dead just mere hours before made his cock rock hard once more. But he's not even over

"Emang pantes lo dihukum Bram. Badan lo ini, tempaan iblis emang, pikiran lo kotor banget dan udah berapa anak harusnya lahir dari perempuan-perempuan yang lo buahin disini? Fuck, gue dikasih badan ini biar gue stop kebiadaban lo, binatang! Gue gak bakal ngehamilin cewek-cewek tolol itu lagi, kontol ini, kontol gue ini akan eksklusif buat cowok-cowok hot yang selalu nganggep remeh gue atau natep gue nyinyir. Yup Bram, it's time for you to face the music, your new driver is hella gay and will be unapologetic about it!" and just like that, his eyes rolled backward as the final thick ropes drained out as he leaned against the mirror, smearing his own load with his palm. His balls felt empty, but his head was full. Bram was no longer straight and having any desire to breed those pussy roster of his ever since that moment. Rizky was dead set on exclusively using the fat, lengthy cock to breed the boipussy clearly lining up on his client roster, and more.

Rizky — now fully merged with Bram — grinned at the cum-covered mirror. The fat, overworked accountant was completely gone. In his place stood a dumb, horny, jacked beast who knew exactly how to use this body.

“Gue udah tau semuanya sekarang,” he laughed, voice low and cocky. His still-hard cock twitched at the thought of all the new possibilities. “Waktunya manfaatin kontol dan badan gila ini.”

He flexed one arm, admiring the peak, then looked down at the mess he’d made.

Kai was a fairly average skinny white guy. He never had much luck with guys, too skinny and masc to be called a twink on a dating app. Not strong enough or big enough to be dominate to match his personality, and the few relationships he got into seemed to fizzle out as he had no real drive to do anything, he never went to university and he didn’t want a job. Guys simply got bored of him, of course Kai blamed everyone else but himself. He thought the big buff guys weren’t into him because he wasn’t an femboy pushover and he thought the twinks weren’t into him because he wasn’t roided out party boy. Kai had tried a few times to put on some size in the gym, but only went twice a week and never long enough to develop habit. He was the kind of guy who expected 100 sit ups to give him a six pack instantly and he lost the drive to exercise every month or so.

One day Kai was walking down the street when a particular smell caught his nose. He followed it around the corner to a small open space on the street where a shipping container had been converted into a café of sorts. There was no place to sit, not even tables and chair scattered around it and the thing was tiny. Kai approached the tiny building almost having to shield his eyes as the white metal exterior redirected the rays of sun directly in his face. He got up to the service window and saw over the driftwood service counter into the small make shift building that barely fit both the coffee machine and the guy working inside at the same time.

“Hey man what is this” Kai yelled up into the service window.

A tall Korean hunk turned around. His white shirt being completely filled out by his broad shoulders and wide back.

“Oh hey man welcome, what can I get you?” 

“I got no idea, what do you sell? coffee? snacks? is this one of those vegan slop pop ups?” Kai never gave service workers the time of day and he hated the amount of pop up vegan alternative coffee shops that had been showing up all around town recently.

The man took a moment to process Kai’s blunt attitude but quickly laughed it off.

“My bad man, I didn’t realise I hadn’t put the menu sign out, first day set up still getting into the swing of things” 

The man turned around grabbing something from behind him and walked away from the window. The doors to the converted shipping container suddenly opened and the large man stepped out. Kai’s jaw dropped, as he watched the 8ft tall hunk walk out carrying a fold out chalk board under one arm.

“JESUS CHRIST DUDE YOU’RE HUGE” Kai blurted out “LIKE WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN HUMAN?” 

The man finished setting up the chalk board and turned to Kai

“Only half” he winked “now take a look and tell me what you are drawn too man” he gestured Kai towards the newly set up menu board before going back inside.

Kai looked over the menu but his mind was still thinking about the giant only a few meters away from him. Kai shook his head at the stupid names of some of the items on the menu.

“see something you like” the man leant out the window

“what the fuck sort of a name is Korean King Kookie?”

“Its a play on words, don’t you like it?”

“You spelt cookie wrong”

“well yeah but its just sort of brings the name of the product together don’t you think?”

Kai scoffed at the man, thinking it was clearly true what the say, pretty face, huge muscles, tiny stupid brain.

“So how long have you been running a business to think names like that are a good idea?” Kai bluntly asked.

“errr…today” the man laughed and politely smiled “see, my family said it was finally time I used my abilities for something so I decided to help people get their dream bodies with m-”

“so this is some tasteless health food shit?” Kai rudely interrupted

“well, I wouldn’t say tasteless and I wouldn’t exactly call it health food”

“so how would you describe it?”

“I guess….if a guy goes to the gym he wants to treat himself, he either cant and gets to work towards his goal or he does and it sets him behind, the stuff I sell means a guy can treat himself and reach his goal a lot faster”

Kai rolled his eyes thinking it was some heath food scam like those mass gainer bars that have 20g of protein but also have 40g of sugar, still he couldn’t deny the place smelt amazing and even if the food was a fitness scam he at least wanted to know if it tasted as good as it smelt.

“I guess I’ll have the……Giga Growth Globe then” Kai couldn’t say the whole name without laughing a little it sounded even stupider out loud

The man behind the counter lit up with joy

“Okay then, Ill get you those in a to go bag sir and you can even have a Korean King Kookie as something extra free of charge”

Kai watched the man put two pink balls and a cookie with black icing into a small paper bag and set it on the desk

“Okay well I may be half human but I am fully ensnared in the capitalist system so that’ll be $15 please” he said putting an card reader on the counter in front of Kai. Kai didn’t laugh, he didn’t find the joke funny the first time and now it was just weird. He tapped his card took his bag and left. The carder reader took a moment to process the payment but once it did ‘Approved’ flashed up on the screen quickly followed by the words ‘Curses Removed’ Kai thought it was weird as he had never seen that, but he also had no idea if it meant something to do with his card, he just shrugged it off thinking it was probably something related to crypto and left.

Once Kai arrived home he opened the bag to the treats he had bought, he had put off eating them on the walk home just in case they tasted like crap and he needed to wash it down with something flavourful. He reached into the bag and pulled out a plain shortbread cookie. Inspecting it and the bag he tried to figure out where the black icing on the cookie had gone, if it had broken off, but when he saw the small balls in the bag were green and not pink he wrote it off as him seeing a shadow on the cookie as it got packed into the bag. 

Kai ate the cookie quickly. It tasted average, like a normal shortbread cookie you could buy in a packet from the shops. He knew that those abilities the man was talking about was just some self absorbed way of saying he knew how to bake a couple of things. Kai went and threw himself on his couch, he pulled out his phone and started looking at random YouTube videos, it wasn’t long before he got bored and fell asleep.

A few hours later Kai woke up, it had turned from late afternoon to deep in the evening and no light was in his house. He sat up on the end of his couch scratching his head. His hair felt strange, silky smooth, his tangled curly hair felt completely flat which only happened when he took a shower. He stood up and made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth and properly get ready for bed, making it into the small one person flat bathroom he turned on the light and looked at his face in the mirror.

“HOLY SHIT” he called out.

Kai inspected his face. His hair was no longer brown and curly, his face no longer had stubble which formed an awkward soul patch and he was no longer skinnier than a twig. Instead he somehow looked Korean and his body had put on a few pounds of muscle, not enough to fill out his shirts but enough that he looked good naked.

“Korean King Kookie” he mumbled to himself

Kai rushed out of the bathroom like he had completely forgotten that he had just turned into a Korean hunk. He ran to his kitchen finding the small paper bag from the café on the bench. Kai pulled out one of the small green chocolate like balls and went to his bedroom mirror. With his heart racing he let of a small sigh before popping the treat in his mouth and began chewing. Before he had even swallowed he began changing in the mirror. His back and shoulders widened, his arms became more pumped. He watched and his thighs swelled in size under his jeans making them tight and uncomfortable to wear.

Kai quickly undid his zipper and began to pull his pants down, with each moment it became harder as his thighs swelled with more size. Looking downwards trying to pull his pants off he watches as his feet stretches out and widened. Finally getting his pants down to his ankles he felt his glutes swell with muscle and blood hearing the sound of straining fabric and feeling a slight tear form in the fabric of his underwear. In a moment of lust Kai tore through his underwear with his hands, smiling and flexing his new body. Feeling up the new peaks and valleys that formed on his body he took out his phone and tried to film the rest of his growth, but by the time the recording began his growth stopped and he was only able to take a photo.

Remembering the 2nd treat in the bag he picked it up and placed it on his tongue. Slowly pulling it back into his mouth his eyes rolling in the back of his head in anticipation for his next growth. Instantly feeling his muscles swell with size again he dropped his phone on the floor as his hands found their way to his dick. Kai began to pleasure himself to the rhythm of his body pulsing with size, feeling his dick grow in his hands. He closed his eyes and his head fell back, he felt the his skins strain as it struggled to keep up with the swelling of muscle but it quickly began to subside. Opening his eyes he saw he had grown, but not nearly as much as he expected, he thought he was going to open his eyes to a god like body but instead he looked more like a gym addict with a career of 15 years up his sleeve. Disappointment wasn’t the right word but, after seeing the size of the guy at the café, he expected to be bigger, he wanted to be bigger…

In the morning Kai decided he was going to go down and just ask for more, he didn’t care if it cost him $100 to become huge but he got hard just thinking about being as giant as some of the Korean bodybuilders he spent the morning googling, or as tall as the giant man working in the café, or preferably both. Kai managed to find some clothes that weren’t so tight, it was some left over dress clothes he bought last year when he expected to get massive in just a few months, of course he never filled them out and they had spent almost a year at the back of his wardrobe but now he filled them out just fine and they sat snug and tight on his body, unable to do both the zip and the button on the pants he opted to just go with the button, as for the shirt he struggled to get the buttons to connect when he reached his chest but thought he could use it to his advantage when going back both to maybe flaunt his body for a discount and seduce the huge owner.

Kai found his way back to the small pop up shop where he saw the owner outside opening the service window. Kai was still in awe over the owner, how he towered almost to the height of the shipping container itself, how with every small movement it looked like he might bust open the buttons on his shirt, Kai wanted to be as big as that, if not bigger and he wanted to do other things to the owner as well. The thoughts of getting bigger than his new giant crush filled his mind and his slight semi hard on was enough to strain the button keeping his pants up. Kai took a moment to settle himself before walking up to the shop.

“hey how’s business?” Kai smiled

“Oh hey, so, are you a satisfied customer?” the man smiled back. His smile was almost like a ray of sunshine itself coating Kai in a warm embrace

“how do you know it’s me?”

“One korean king kookie and two giga growth globes, I know my magic when I see it, and may I say you aren’t just noticeably bigger but noticeably happier today too”

“wait magic?!” Sure transforming into a Korean hunk over night was unbelievable but Kai was sure it was some form of genetic engineering or steroid, he never thought real magic would be the cause

“well, yeah, magic bro, did you seriously not pick up on any of the hints yesterday?”

“so…when you said you were half human…?” Kye raised an eyebrow….surely this guy wasn’t some fairy god father

“I wasn’t Joking, I’m half Djinn, or some people say Genie” The man continued to smile and shrugged his shoulders like he hadn’t just dropped some world altering information.

Kai needed a moment to collect his thoughts, he got over transforming fairly quickly but the fact that there was an actual real life Djinn standing before him essentially selling wishes in the form of food knocked the wind out of him and he felt like he had been gut punched.

“So, were you unhappy with any product or?” the Djinn asked stepping towards Kai, casting an enormous shadow over him.

“no…no, sorry just, trying to get my head around it all, around you”

The Djinn placed his hands on Kai’s shoulders and Kai’s heart began to race

“so, would you like to…get to know me a bit better” the Djinn bit his bottom lip and squeezed Kai’s shoulders.

Kai could feel the Djinn’s strength, whilst he didn’t squeeze hard the slight force behind it felt like he was capable of breaking Kai in half with ease if he wanted too. The Djinn took Kai back to the shop and brought him in the side door. Inside was much bigger than it seemed. and there was a good 12 feet maybe more from the door to the service window when on the outside it was barely 2. 

“I can do, anything to my body you like, I can make myself bigger or-”

“what about me?” Kai cut the Djinn off

“What about you?” 

“Yea, I wanna be bigger than this, I wanna be absolutely massive”

“ohh you want to be a big roid pig okay I get you”

“no, I like the natural look, I just, wanna be bigger, stronger”

“well, Im sorry but if you like the natural look, there is only so much size I can give you before people will start asking questions and giving you an impossible body just isn’t what this business is about”

“what about for me” Kai reached up on his tippy toes to try and kiss the Djinn

“yeah, sorry that isn’t going to work man, I was hoping for a date, maybe a fun time at the least not to just be your magical goods hook up” The Djinn bluntly pushed Kai back down till his feet were flat on the ground.

Kai looked around the room disappointed but saw a basket of small pink chocolate balls labelled Giga Growth Globes, before the Djinn could stop him Kai snatched one and popped it in his mouth and began chewing.

“what are you gonna do about it now” Kai smirked

“aw fuck, cursed transformations are so hot you have no idea” the Djinn let out a slight moan as he grabbed his crotch

Kai felt his body rapidly start to size up, the sounds of buttons breaking and fabric ripping filled him with such joy. He felt his skin tighten and his body form from the beefcake jock into a natural bodybuilder. He felt the button on his pants break off, the half zipped fly force itself the rest of the way down and when there was nothing left to give way the fabric around his muscled ass started to tear, until Kai stood before the Djinn, practically naked and covered with muscle.

“oh god and now for the hot bit” The Djinn moaned with anticipation

Kai heard his gut gurgle like a water cooler and he placed both hands on his ripped six pack. He felt his body start increasing in size once again but this time it wasn’t muscle. The definition around his ripped body became less and less as his size increased more and more. Kai’s six pack felt painfully tight as he watched his abs begin to expand. He tried to use the strength in his arms to hold it in but he watched his new found ripped six pack turn into a four pack and then soon a bloated two back.

“HOLY SHIT-I..I’M…I’M A FUCKING TANK”

“oh this isn’t even the best part, I fucking love muscle gluttony”

“wh-what are you talking about, th-there’s more?” Kai’s voice started to quiver and suddenly an audible gulping could be heard from his bloated two pack. Kai grunted and moaned from pain and discomfort for a few minutes before it finally settled down.

“well, you said you wanted to big natural look, well you reached your natural peak for muscle gain but still had size to gain from the magic, I see that mass went elsewhere”

“wha-…wh-” Kai was struggling to get the words out, stopping to hold his breath, it felt like he was holding something back “whaaUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP!!! di-…did you do BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!!!!…..to me *hic”

“Oh you did this to yourself buddy, and thats the hot part, you were dumb enough to eat something without having me remove the curse”

“o- okay -UUUURRP I…I learned…my *hic*..my lesson BUUUUUUUUUUURPPPPP….now….pl- *hic* -ease fix it” Kai did his best to plead and beg over his constant belching

“I tell you what bro, heres the challenge, I’ll 3 things in front of you, one will make you a roided out bodybuilder, one will make you into a fitness model but the last one will trap you as this, never able to lose or gain weight”

Kai nodded in agreement fearing speaking would force him to belch again.

The Djinn placed 3 foods in front of him, the first was a hamburger, the second, an entire mixing bowl worth of protein ice-cream, the third and final one was a protein shake. Kai didn’t even think for a second, he’d rather be a roided bodybuilder than this bulky belching tank. He grabbed the protein shake and began to chug it. The some of the shake spilled down the sided of his mouth running down his chin. When he was done there was a moment of quite before the Djinn smiled and spoke.

“Congratulations man..Belching Tank it is” the Djinn laughed “That’ll teach you not to steal”

Kai’s arms fell to his side, the protein shake dripped off his lips and chin. He leant forward like the big bulky Korean Gorilla he now was and his mouth cocked open…

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Michael stepped through the sliding doors of the dojo, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. At 22, he was thousands of miles away from his home in America, seeking to deepen his knowledge of karate in the birthplace of the martial art.

The dojo was filled with the sound of feet shuffling and the faint whispers of students practicing their katas. Michael could feel the eyes of the other students on him as he awkwardly shuffled to find a place to sit. He understood only a few basic words in Japanese and struggled to grasp the rapid conversations around him.

A middle-aged man with a stern expression approached Michael. He wore a traditional gi, and his demeanor exuded authority. This was Sensei Tanaka, renowned for his strict discipline and deep knowledge of karate.

Sensei Tanaka: Anata wa Amerika kara no shin'nyūseidesu ka?

Michael: "Yes, Sensei. I'm here to learn."

Sensei Tanaka: "You speak Japanese?"

Michael: "Just a little."

Sensei Tanaka: "You will learn more."

With a nod, Sensei Tanaka gestured for Michael to join the group for warm-up exercises. Michael tried his best to follow along, mimicking the movements of the others as they stretched and loosened their muscles.

Throughout the day, Michael struggled to keep up. His body felt stiff and unfamiliar with the precise movements required in the dojo. Despite the language barrier and his physical discomfort, he was determined to prove himself.

As the day drew to a close, Sensei Tanaka called for a break. Michael slumped to the ground, exhausted but exhilarated by the challenge that lay ahead. He looked around at the other students, their faces a mix of curiosity and skepticism towards the foreigner in their midst.

"I will show them. I will become stronger." He think, he closed his eyes briefly, envisioning the journey that lay ahead.

The next morning, Michael rose with a renewed determination. As he entered the dojo, the familiar scent of tatami mats and incense enveloped him. He exchanged nods with a few students who now regarded him with cautious respect.

Sensei Tanaka wasted no time and led the class into a rigorous training session. Hours passed like minutes as Michael threw himself into every punch, every kick. Sweat poured down his brow, and his muscles burned with exertion.

During a brief break, Michael wiped his face with a towel and caught his reflection in a nearby mirror. His heart skipped a beat as he noticed something peculiar. His usually dark brown hair appeared darker, almost black, and his eyes seemed narrower, more slanted. He rubbed his eyes, thinking it was fatigue playing tricks on him.

Before he could dwell on it further, Sensei Tanaka's voice cut through the air like a whip.

"Michael-san, shūchū shite!"

Michael snapped to attention, realizing he had been lost in his own thoughts. With renewed determination, he resumed his training, pushing himself harder than before.

Time seemed to stretch and fold around Michael as he immersed himself in the relentless rhythm of karate. Each movement flowed seamlessly into the next, a symphony of precision and intent. His punches sliced through the air with controlled force, while his kicks unfurled like whips, striking with calculated accuracy.

With each kata he performed, Michael felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins. His body responded with a fluidity he had never known before, muscles tensing and releasing in perfect harmony. His breathing synchronized with his movements, deep and steady, as if drawing strength from the very core of the earth.

Unbeknownst to him, his physical form was undergoing a subtle metamorphosis. His skin, once marked by the sun-kissed hues of California, now took on a paler, more porcelain-like complexion. The lines of his face softened, cheekbones becoming more pronounced, jawline refining into a graceful contour. His eyes, now slightly slanted, reflected a deep focus and intensity, mirroring the centuries-old discipline of Okinawan karate.

Yet, amidst the whirlwind of training, Michael remained oblivious to these changes. His mind was singularly focused on mastering each technique, pushing his limits further with every repetition. Sweat glistened on his brow, mingling with the determination etched into his features.

Three hours into the intense session, Sensei Tanaka's commanding voice pierced through the dojo.

- Jūbun. Meisō suru, Michael-san.

Michael sank to his knees, his body pulsing with the residual energy of his exertion. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, feeling the coolness of the tatami mats beneath him. In the stillness, he became acutely aware of the changes within himself—physical and spiritual.

As he focused on his breath, Michael sensed a profound connection to the dojo's ancient traditions. Images of centuries-old masters flashed through his mind, their teachings woven into the fabric of his being. He felt as if he was becoming a vessel, a conduit for the wisdom and discipline that had been passed down through generations.

Amidst the tranquility of meditation, Michael's thoughts drifted to his initial doubts and insecurities upon arriving in Okinawa. The language barrier had seemed insurmountable, the cultural differences daunting. But now, as he sat in the hallowed silence of the dojo, those concerns felt distant and inconsequential.

As Michael emerged from his deep meditation, he felt a profound sense of clarity wash over him. The dojo was bathed in the soft glow of afternoon light, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. He blinked slowly, still processing the serenity that had enveloped him moments ago.

With a steady breath, glanced down at his torso, where he had felt an inexplicable change during meditation. His skin, once bronzed by the California sun, now appeared smoother and noticeably paler, almost luminous in the subdued light of the dojo.

A flicker of apprehension coursed through him as he approached the mirror. He hesitated for a moment, then summoned the courage to look into his own reflection. What he saw sent a jolt of disbelief through his veins.

His reflection no longer mirrored the features he had known all his life. Instead, the face that gazed back at him bore the unmistakable traits of a Japanese karate practitioner. His once-familiar features had transformed—his skin was porcelain smooth and paler, his eyes subtly slanted and deep with intensity. Even his hair, now appeared darker and thicker, framing his face in a manner reminiscent of the dojo's ancient masters.

- Koreha... Kore wa genjitsudearu hazu ga arimasen. He said in a scream.

The door slid open behind him, and several students entered, their faces a mix of admiration and camaraderie. They approached Michael eagerly, their voices a chorus of congratulatory whispers.

-Michihiro-san, kyō wa fōmu ga sugokattadesu! A student said.

-Anata wa ima, watashitachi ni nite imasu, honmono no karate-kadesu! Another add.

Michael's mind raced with confusion and disbelief, but amidst the flurry of emotions, a sense of belonging began to take root.

-Michihiro...? Michael asked.

The students laughed warmly, sensing his uncertainty but also his growing acceptance of his new identity within their midst. Sensei Tanaka appeared in the doorway, his expression unreadable yet observant.

-Sā, Michihiro-san.

Michael tore his gaze away from the mirror and followed Sensei Tanaka to a secluded corner of the dojo. The other students respectfully gave them space, understanding the significance of the moment unfolding.

-Michihiro-san wa ōkiku kawarimashita ne. Nikutai-teki ni dakedenaku, seishintekini mo. Anata wa karate no michi o ukeiremashita.

-Watashi wa... Nihongo ga rikai dekiru yō ni narimashita.

Sensei Tanaka nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He gestured towards the mirror.

-Michihiro-san, jibun o mite kudasai. Hontōni mite kudasai.

Michihiro approached the mirror cautiously, his steps echoing softly on the polished wooden floor. He stood before the reflective surface, the flickering candles casting a warm glow that danced across his transformed features. His hand trembled as he reached up to touch his face, tracing the smooth lines and the subtle contours that had replaced the familiarity of his former self.

-Kore ga ima no watashina no ka?

He gazed deeply into his own eyes, now darker and more intense than he had ever seen them. They held a depth of understanding and a quiet strength that seemed to echo the centuries-old wisdom of the masters who had come before him.

A wave of realization washed over Michihiro. He wasn't just witnessing a physical change—he was experiencing a spiritual awakening. The dojo, with its ancient walls and sacred traditions, had woven its essence into his very being. Through relentless training and unwavering dedication, he had unlocked a part of himself that he never knew existed.

As he continued to study his reflection, a sense of peace settled over him. The initial shock and confusion had given way to acceptance and gratitude. He felt connected to something greater than himself, a lineage of warriors and scholars who had devoted their lives to the art of karate.

In the stillness of the dojo, Michihiro realized that he had found his place. This journey wasn't just about mastering physical techniques—it was about embodying the principles of discipline, respect, and perseverance that defined the true essence of karate.

-Ima wa Michihirodesu.

His voice, though quiet, reverberated with a newfound certainty. He straightened his posture, feeling a surge of confidence and purpose coursing through his veins. Each part of his transformed body felt like a testament to the dedication and sacrifice that had brought him to this moment.

As he turned away from the mirror, a sense of anticipation filled him. He knew that his path as Michihiro was only beginning. With a deep breath, he stepped back into the dojo, ready to embrace the challenges and triumphs that awaited him alongside his newfound comrades.

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File name:FBO-ED-Doritos   

Manufacturing details: Produced by the lays Frato-laid (formerly known as frito-lay).

Key transformation components: 

Chip dust mixed with powdered Natty Light residue

Corn masa soaked in used pong table water

Seasoning blended with late-night pizza grease and microdoses of testosterone

Plastic bag interior coated with dorm-room pheromones

Crunch vibration calibrated to lower IQ by 40 points per bite

Testing: “Ok, guys. This one was sent by. . .looks like a Doritos. Thanks for sending this, Doritos! Let’s open.”

In Johnathan’s hands is a large cardboard box with the Doritos logo on it. He was filming an unboxing video for his YouTube channel. He didn’t even like chips but his viewers (and his sponsor) didn’t need to know that. Opening the branded box, he found maybe a dozen packs of Doritos chips. 

“Ok, these look amazing. What flavor are these? Oh, looks like there's a new flavor: Super Cheese.”

He opened one of the bags and took a performative sniff. He had to suppress the urge to gag, it smelled distinctively like old socks and overripe cheese. He smiled wide at the camera and plucked one out. When he placed it in his mouth he was hit with a powerful taste of nacho cheese and chipotle peppers. 

“Wow!” He exclaimed, “That's hot. Like really hot.”

Despite his better judgment he went in for another, then another. Until maybe half the bag was gone. He wiped his hand carelessly on his t-shirt, leaving an orange streak. The orange powder seemed to spread across the shirt. Growing into a larger and larger stain until his whole shirt crumbled into cheese dust. 

Johnathan glanced down, too absorbed in his bag of chips to care. His skin began to take on a deeper tan and his body inflated with lean muscles. His brand new vans began to wear down, becoming years old in a matter of seconds. Jewelry wrapped itself on his wrists and fingers.

As he chewed, his jaw shifted. Withers can but it became slimmer and any beginnings of wrinkles vanished. His face now one of aloof hotness, his mind soon matched. The cheese rewrote his sense of self entirely, making his brain foggy. So foggy he could recall, well, anything. He didn’t remember putting up that camara. Didn’t even remember what year it was. 

When the bag was empty he pounded on his chest in a show of bravado.  

“Soooo good bros. LETS GOOO!!!!” He glanced around at the bags and bags of Doritos. “Like, Where did these even come from, bro? I don’t remember things for shit.” He laughed.

Then he remembered what time it was: 10:35. Shit, he was late for school. He couldn’t fail senior year for the third time. 

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File name:SJ-ED-Peanut butter cup

Manufacturing details:produced in partnership with Graystone Athletics and the Hershey company.

Key transformation components:

Peanut butter whipped with extracted sweat from used shin guards

Chocolate shell spiked with “goal celebration hormones”

Cups constructed using molds from designer jockstrap factories

Packaging microperforated with muscle pheromone mist

Filling enriched using stadium air from Saturday night matches

Testing: Walking home after school, he was extremely hungry. The long day of studying and learning had taken it out of him. Thankfully he had grabbed a pack of peanut butter cups from the old vending machine outside the school gym. 

As he walked by the athletic field he had just gotten the sealed package open. He took a large bite and was hit by the strong flavor of peanut butter. He polished off the first cup with relish, but was soon hit by the feeling of vertigo.

His height shot up, bones cracking to give him broad shoulders and a wide set of hips. He felt a slight pinch in his ears as a pair of fake diamond studs materialized. His long messy wave pulled back into his head into a trendy sporty style. His jaw sharpened to create a strong profile. 

Muscles pumped into his body faster and faster till his crappy cardigan and jeans burst to shreds. Sharp cut abs and pecs were revealed and he rubbed them without hesitation. Dark hair growing unto muscled arms and legs. He stood shaking on massive feet trying to remember what he was doing. 

He saw the last peanut butter cup on the ground and grabbed it, eating it without hesitation. His discarded school bag shifted into a soccer ball and nylon workout pants formed around his thick thighs. He ran onto the field with excitement, kicking the ball as he went. 

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File name:RN-ED-Cereal

Manufacturing details: Produced by Graystone Labs, Georgia division. 

Key transformation components:

Cornflakes made with real silo dust from Nebraska farm co-ops

Milk powder mixed with authentic barn musk

Natural sugars replaced with “clean organic” sweetener

Box lined with hay-scent aerosols

Oats treated with UV radiation to simulate outdoor farm labor

Crunch-timbre calibrated to trigger “country-fried brainwaves”

Testing: Cassie sat down with a bowl of cereal. As a nursing student, she rarely had the time or money to go to the grocery shop. She had woken up knowing she had already eaten her last eggs the other morning. But in the back of the cabinet she had found an old box of off-brand cornflakes and had poured herself a bowl. 

Her first bite was chalky and obviously a bit stale, she continued chewing as she looked over yesterday's notes. As she chewed her clothes began to shift, scrubs becoming loose white pants and shirts that didn’t fit correctly…yet. 

She shifted in the orange chair, trying to accommodate for her body that began to change. Still, she was too absorbed in her notes to notice anything amiss. Her feet began to grow out of her socks, revealing long white arches. Limbs lengthening into sun tanned muscle. She tabbed her long fingers on the table as her mind began to wander. 

Her throat became instantly thicker as the changes spread up to her face. Her tight bun exploded into a roughly cut mullet. Face becoming longer, a long nose and thick eyebrows appearing. A small scattering of body hair grew like she had never shaved before. A permanent smell of livestock formed around him.

She lost focus in her schoolwork entirely as a course of pleasure coursed through her body. Her brain started to rewrite itself, memories and instincts changing. Ambitions of becoming a pediatrician were replaced by much smaller dreams of farming and living simply in the south. Skills changed as she gained knowledge of agriculture and home cooking. The source of pleasure became obvious as she reached down to her crotch feeling for the growing penis that was pushing its way into existence. Becoming fully formed and erect as she became he. 

A cap plopped onto his head as he fully embraced his new self. A ruddy, stinky, dirt-under-the-nails midwestern teenage farm boy.

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File name:(RC)AS-ED-Sprite 

Manufacturing details: produced in partnership with Graystone International.

Key transformation components:

Lemon-lime flavor adjusted with Kabosu limes

Bottle plastic mixed with recycled Chinese take out containers

Liquid aerated using pheromone enriched air from Japanese gyms 

Sugar blend calibrated for maximum speed + minimum brain activity

Carbonation spiked with cultural spectrum chemicals

Testing: He cracked it open mid-commute. He needed the boost trying to walk the seven blocks to the office. 

The fizz exploded in his mouth, way too strong. His body jolted in shock. Energy flooded him instantly, his legs twitching, heart pounding, lungs expanding like they could never run out of air.

He chugged it. Big fucking mistake.

His cubby frame began to skim down, he also lost at least multiple inches. The fattiness in his limbs changed into lean muscle. Lean abs formed under his clothes as his skin began to take on a lighter tone. His face lost all roundness as it became lean, sharp and youthful. 

His brain… didn’t keep up. Memories of being another office worker replaced by being an international transfer student. His internal thoughts were in Mandarin instead of English. His suit melted away, replaced by a black t-shirt and baggy jeans. His hair becomes messy and straight. 

“Yo—yo—yo—” he laughed, bouncing on his toes. “Gada’ get to school”

He didn’t remember where he was originally going. Already on route to a school in the opposite direction. Sipping on his sprite like it was the best thing in the world. He was so glad 妈妈 had sent him his favorite 雪碧 from china, all this American soda was garbage anyway.

Yair es un ex colega de estudios, lo conocí hace 6 años. Los primeros años lo ayude porque el se encontraba en dificultades para progresar con sus estudios, yo fui el único que se acercó a él para ayudarlo. Ahí descubrí más sobre él y su pasado.

Gracias a mi acompañamiento, Yair logró salir adelante y nos hicimos grandes colegas. Algo que no me esperaba es que al ver la nueva faceta de Yair, algo dentro de mí se activó. me empezaba a gustar él.

Intenté ocultar mis sentimientos pero creo que fui muy obvio, Yair se dió cuenta rápidamente lo que yo sentía por él. Un día, después de ir a una fiesta, Yair me invitó a su casa, el supervisó que no hubiera nadie más y ahí me beso apasionadamente.

Me sorprendí al instante porque Yair era hetero, nunca pensé que él correspondiera mis sentimientos. Después del beso nuestras pollas se pusieron duras y comenzamos a tener sexo.

Al principio nuestras reuniones secretas eran frecuentes para tener citas privadas y terminar con actos sexuales. Pense que todo era un milagro, pensé que habia encontrado al hombre de mis sueños.

Tristemente las cosas cambiaron...

Después de que terminamos de estudiar juntos y graduarnos, Yair cada vez más se aislaba de mí, era como si se quisiera olvidar de lo nuestro, yo intentaba comunicarme con él para volver a salir nuevamente, pero el casi no me respondía o me ponía diferentes excusas.

Un día logré que Yair aceptara una salida conmigo, pero pasó lo peor que me imaginé, el nunca asistió, me quedé como tonto esperándolo afuera por varias horas, el según me decia que ya venía en camino y después de un rato me dejó de contestar...

Lo más irrespetuoso es que durante todo el día el publicaba en sus redes actualizaciones de su trabajo y luego de una fiesta en la piscina con otros amigos.

Me sentía básicamente como basura, después de todo lo que hice para ayudarlo y toda nuestra pequeña historia de amor, las cosas iban a acabar así...

Rápidamente recuperé la razón y ya era consiente de este posible escenario, entonces iba a ejecutar mi plan que tenía preparado para este caso en específico. Hace dos meses cuando seguía angustiado por el repentino cambio de actitud que Yair tenía hacia mí, en mi patio aterrizó algo extraño, era una pequeña mascota extraterrestre que al parecer podía seguir mis órdenes.

Entonces un día después de que Yair contara comunicación conmigo, le encargué a mi mascota alienigena en apoderarse del cuerpo de Yair.

Pasó una hora cuando recibí fotos de mi teléfono, eran fotos de Yair en su trabajo pero sin camisa, ahí supe al instante que mi mascota ya logró poseer su cuerpo.

Le dí órdenes a mi mascota que se quedará en el cuerpo de Yair todo el día y que me mandara actualizaciones de lo que hacía. Mi momento favorito fue cuando me mandó fotos de su rutina de gimnasio.

Tras varias horas, ya era de noche, entonces creo que ya era hora de reunirnos, ordene a mi mascota que Yair asistiera con la ropa que más frecuentaba usar. Cuando me compartió foto de su aspecto supe que ya todo estaba perfecto.

Nos reunimos en un motel en la otra ciudad más cercana a dos horas de nuestras casa, era igual a que los viejos tiempos.

Llegué al lugar y toque la puerta de la habitación en la que según se encontraba Yair, la puerta se abre y mis ojos fueron bendecidos de ver nuevamente a mi amor Yair sin camisa y portando aún su cadena en el cuello. Siempre me gustó Yair por su aspecto tan varonil de macho alfa.

Posiblemente sea un poco extraño que ahora mi amor Yair sea cien porciento controlado por un alienígena, pero eso ya no me importa, si eso significa vivir toda mi vida junto a Yair, estaré feliz.