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Visiting your local salvation army you find the most unusual tree. One from the local state penitentiary. This is one is placed for prisoners who don’t have family to celebrate the holidays with. You look at the tree in Amazement at the wonderful sentiment that it brings to try and get help to those who are incarcerated. You decide to try something different this year and you pick one. You enjoy how different it is because someone clearly had a sense of humor because instead of it being Angels it filled with different holiday characters. You picked the one that stood out to you, the Krampus. Flipping it over you seen it belonged to an inmate named Eric. Reading down the list you see that he asked for basic supplies : socks, underwear, some snacks. Nothing out of the ordinary. But on the last time it said “I don’t have family so it would be nice to have a meal with someone” then out beside it mentioned some ingredients to bring such as sage oil, some salt, and then some funny ingredients you couldn’t pronounce but had the name of the store you could get them and beside it said “for religious purposes”. Such a strange request you thought. But walking out pf the store you decide to go to another to stock up on the the wishlist supplies you need for Eric.

You got size large underwear for him. But he left off the shoe sizing for socks so he just quested and bought a pair that would fit your own size 11s. Unsure of the reasoning behind the spice mixture you found it hair to find the particular oil you needed. Then going to the store listed in the note you you handed the clerk the list who cocked her eye brow at the list and then at you. “Are you sure about this ?” And you just responded. “It’s for religious purposes?” And she shrugged not interested in getting in the middle of this scenario and gathered the supplies together and soon you were on your way.

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Showing up At the penitentiary on the 25th of December was not something you thought you’d ever be doing but here you were. Being wanded. Buzzed through multiple guarded doors. Multiple searches of the gifts you brought Eric and many laughs and aide eye stares you received even after showing showing the karampus tree ornament as proof that you weren’t joking. The finally, you released into the dining hall where other inmates were there eating with their families. One of the guards led you to a table in the corner and told you wait patiently while they went to get Eric. While waiting you could hear the other prisoners and their families quietly talking. It seemed nice. Cheerful even.

Soon, the door closest to your table opened up and a man in a tank top walked through in shackles escorted by a guard. Every inch of skin you could see was covered in tattoos. A thick beard. Combed back hair. And he was lead directly to your table where he was sat down across from you. “Hey I’m Eric.” He said in a deep scented voice. One you couldn’t place. “I imagine you got my Christmas Krampus?” He half heatedly laughed. And you nodded your head and introduced yourself.

Eric was shackled to the hook on the floor to prevent him from leaving and shorty after a meal was served at the by one of the guards. “Thanks for joining me for Christmas!” He smiled. “I’ve never had a visitor”. The two of you took some time to introduce yourselves more. You found out Eric was in prison for grand theft larceny, drugs, grand theft auto, and there was some other pending charges still sitting on his roster. He claimed he wasn’t proud of what he did. “But when in Rome.” He laughed at cliche. You offered him the Christmas gifts and you he took them thanking you for them. “Underwear! Just what I wanted ! And socks!!! A bit small for my size 16s but I’ll make them work! Good thing they aren’t ankle socks!” And you got the herbs from the store !!! They go with this”. He produced a small bottle had concealed on his prison garb. “I thought I’d make is some toilet wine. Sounds nasty. I know. But I needed to bring something and this makes it taste right”. When the guards weren’t looking he dropped all the ingredients in the wine and shook it. “There we go.” You were about to eat when he said “oh before we eat. Can we pray? It’s a religious thing for me..please?” And he held out a heavily tattooed hand. You held hands with him while he said “alright now just repeat after me..” and as he spoke in his native tongue, you followed suite. The light above your table flickered slightly. When he was done he raised his glass of wine and so did you and you both toasted to it and drank at the same time.

The room spun. The light above your table continued to blink. And then the power went out in the whole cafeteria. Emergency lights came on and guards rushed into the room.

“Prisoners back into the cells immediately!” You hear the guards shout as families cry as they are being taken from their families. You feel yourself being rushed out of the cafeteria. Poor Eric. Everything on the one Christmas he had a visitor. Everything was hazy in the emergency light and you couldn’t barely see. The wine was really hitting and everything was spinning. But something wasn’t right. Then darkness.

When you wake up your head is pounding. You look down and see bars at your much larger feet. You sit up quickly and notice that tattoos cover every inch of you skin. In the mirror an across from you on the wall you see Eric’s reflection staring back you. “Wha is going on!” You yell in his perfectly accented voice. You go to stand up.

But step on the back that had the Christmas Krampus presents in it. Lifting large tatted foot from the bag you look inside. The socks. The underwear. Socks that were definitely too small for this body. Underwear that you found out were barely big enough to handle the equipment you now had to carry around. And a simple little note from the real Eric that said “thanks for helping me escape.”

You now sat I his prison cell. Waiting for the day to get out which was years off. The sad part is that you still can’t figure out how to undo what Eric did. But you know it had something do with the changing and the herbs. That’s why the woman gave you that look that day. And you didn’t even know if could be undone ? But deep down. Did you want it undone ? You looked at yourself in the mirror. The tattoos. The massive cock. The massive feet. The masculine of this form. You knew deep down that you loved this. Using what little money you managed to save, you reached out to your body. Not even sure if you get a response.

But then the day came and Eric showed up. For the requested visit. “You requested your conjugal visit with me ? Don’t you find that weird?” You tell Eric it’s the only way to get a secret convo without guards and cameras. When the doors are shut. You make him confirm everything you thought was correct. “And you’re not mad?”

You admit “I was mad at first. Pissed off. Living your life in prison. This tattooed body. You ruined your future. But now that I’ve been in this body for a while…..I…”

“You what?”

You get quiet. “I don’t want to go back”.

Eric grins in your old body. “Is that so? You know what you’re asking for them right ?” And you nod your head. “Then let’s make it so we can’t swap back” and he begins to undress. As you and Eric came together he made you chant with him. A sealing ritual. Binding you both to your new bodies. And when you both swallowed the seeds of your old bodies Eric laughed. “Now you’re just pathetic tattooed criminal. You know that?”

“Well why don’t get over here and blow this pathetic tattooed criminal again before the guards come and put me back in prison? I only got 15 minutes left with your sexy ass before I’m back behind bars where I belong “.

Reza was laying on a pool plushie in Bali, taking a drink and relaxing while looking around his surroundings.

"Shouldn't have fucking killed me just for being a disappointment to you and your fucking condescending bitch ass, Dad... now I'm living your life while you're gone..." Reza says while fondling his nipples and his boyfriend walks in.

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Three months earlier...

This is Billy. He's a college student who majors in Public Relations and is a popular student.

But behind closed doors, his home life is a wreck and it's all because of his dad, Reza. He might look kind in the picture, but in real life he was an abusive jackass of a dad who always beat him up cause he thinks Billy is a disappointment.

One day, Billy found a tome filled with forbidden spells inside the campus library and took it home. When he looked through it, intrigued by the spells inside it, he came across a spell of astral projecting, where someone leaves their phiscal body and can travel anywhere.

Reading this, he remembers that there are movies of people doing this and they can possess anyone, so he decides to finally get revenge on his Dad and waited for the right time.

After another round of getting beat up by Reza on that night, Billy had his mind set on doing the ritual and so he got some candles he found at home and put it in a circle.

He then sat in the middle and did the incantation word for word while his mind filled with rage over all the abuse he got from his own dad who was supposed to love him and instead chose to abuse him.

A few moments later he could feel himself getting detached from his physical form and found himself floating, half naked.

"Damn, it actually worked!" He says as he floats around the room, excited at seeing himself as a spirit.

"Now then... time for revenge!"

He looked around the house and found his dad cleaning himself up after a shower.

"Should have fucking beaten him to a pulp..." Reza mumbled to himself.

Hearing this, Billy, unseen to Reza, hardened his resolve for revenge and puts his whole left arm into Reza's.

Doing so caused Reza to feel a cold sensation and gasped. "W- what the fuck? Why's it so cold all of a sudden?"

Suddenly Reza hears a voice, "Hi dad... since you think I'm a fucking disappointment... why don't you just... disappear?!"

"Fuck! B-Billy?! Please, son, please!!" Billy, not giving a damn what Reza says, puts in his bulging spirit cock into Reza's ass, and Reza moans.

"F-f-fuck! Please, Billy-" Reza can't find the words as the penetration is too much for him to handle.

"Aw, I thought you can handle this, daddy-o, since you have all the fucking muscles and used them to beat your own son," Billy said mockingly as he laughed at his dad's growing erection.

Once it was just Billy's head left, his dad kept begging, whimpering, "p-please son, forgive me.."

"Woww, all that time I asked you to forgive me, you didn't and now you want me to forive you? Fuck you," was Billy's words before he put his head in and merged with his Dad's, and Reza fell to the floor.

After what felt like a half hour or maybe more, Reza woke up, but now it's Billy in control.

"Mmm finally..." Billy/Reza growled in pleasure. "Your body's MINE!"

He then flexed his new arms in front of the bathroom mirror. "Damn... I'm so fucking hot!" He proceeded to pinch his new nipples andflicking it, causing the already growing erection to shoot out a lot cum.

In his head, he could hear his dead whimpering, begging Billy for forgiveness, but he didn't give a damn.

Billy then remembered a spell he came across and went back to the tome. The spell is to throw out the soul out of the body. This gave him an evil grin.

He then read the incantation and immediately he felt the soul of his Dad going up his throat and his dad's spirit goes out through his mouth.

"W-what are you gonna do to me?!" He tries to go back in but it seems that the spell also locks the previous owner out of his body.

"Well dad.." Billy says, while looking at the spell on soul obliteration. "I'm now you and now..."

He snaps his fingers and the real Reza's soul is obliterated, causing him to cease to exist.

"NOOOO!" was Reza's last words. Then Billy went over to his old body and destroyed it with a spell.

"Now then... where were we?" Billy, now Reza, says as he pulls off his pants to look at his new dick but jot before taking a selfie to commemorate the moment of his new life.

--- In the present...

Billy, now Reza, has been living a new life ever since. He discovered when he destroyed his old body, his previous identity ceased to exist, as no one can remember Reza ever having a son so he was pretty sad but also happy at the new lease on life.

He has even went to join a competition and won! And now, he'd get ion dating apps and hookup with a lot of guys., even hooking up with some of his fellow competitors.

Read Part 1 here

Seeing Walter outside, Chase/The Master decides to do a different approach on taking Walter as his slave.

From Chase's memories, he found that Walter is a little arrogant with his looks that he sells on his OnlyFans so he took advantage of it.

He notices an antique mirror in the hallway leading to the door so he enchants it so that when a person looks into it, their soul will get sucked into it, leaving their bodies an empty husk for the Master to control.

When he opened the door, with Chase's usual mannerisms, the Master says casually, "Hey bro, come on in!"

"Thanks man!" And walks right in.

The moment Walter went inside, just as Chase anticipated, Walter saw the mirror first and took off his shirt and jacket to take a selfie with his phone stuck to the mirror, intending to post to Onlyfans.

However, the moment he stood there to put his phone on the mirror, a pair of dark clawed hands reached out towards him.

Walter tried to run, but Chase, who was already naked, was already behind him locking his hands behind his back.

"W-what's going on?! What the fuck are you doing?!"

You, 'bro', are gonna be a slave for me mwahahaha."

Before Walter can scream, his spectral form was pulled out of his own body by force by the demonic hands and his body dropped to the floor.

"Mwahaha now then... why don't I summon my favorite slave to come to us."

Jake and Melvin, both naked and was watching everything happen, got a hard on at the same time as Chase put Walter on a chair, tied him up, and started fondling the empty Walter's chest.

"Now then... Deamon, come to me..." then, a demon appeared in front of them.

"M-master...?" Chase immediately turned Deamon into smoke and pulled him towards Walter's mouth, possessing him. All the while, Walter was banging on the mirror, begging to be let out to no avail.

The invasion caused Walter's body to shake against the tight ropes and taking over was relatively easy due to its true owner being kicked out.

As Deamon took control of every part of the body, Walter could also feel all the pleasures from his body getting possessed, making him moan inside the mirror.

Eventually the bdoy accepted Deamon as its new owner and he opened his new eyes.

"Master... what's going on... why am I here..?" While touching his new body.

"You, my boy, are about to help me take over the world and serve me as my fuckboy slave at the same time." Chase then started grabbing his chest, causing Walter to moan, knowing the real Walter is also feeling it.

"Now then, why din't we invite the previous 'owner' into the orbit?" Then Chase used his power to pull out Walter's soul out of the mirror. But instead of destroying it, he did a spell causing the spirit to have a huge headache as his brain is fried and corrupted so that he would only serve Chase before turning the soul into a stone that Deamon can eat.

He then handed it to Deamon and ordered him, "You must eat this stone so that you can acquire his memories," which Deamon complied.

Once he ate it, Deamon got a huge splitting headache from the memories flooding in and within seconds he can remember everything.

Chase then had Jake and Melvin untie the ropes and pushed him into the bed, where Jake and Melvin went to suck his nipples and cock respectively while Chase, naked, laughed maniacally at the new body and slave he has required.

As I push my brother onto the bed, he says to me, "Please baby bro, I want your mouth on me!"

As I kiss him down towards his cock, I say to him, "Oh come on, I think you mean baby. Hehehe"

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Ever since I almost died choking on a huge piece of candy stuck in my throat three years ago, I have been able to see ghosts everywhere I go, and was scared at first, but now I've gotten used to it after helping them move on to the afterlife.

However, my family has no idea that I have this ability, as I had found ways to keep my ghost seeing ability a secret, such as pretending I'm on my phone, though I have wanted to tell them about this but can't find myself doing so.

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Five Days Ago...

My brother, Jake, suddenly went to my apartment and asked if he can stay here for one night since he's really drunk and didn't want to get home yet.

"Ughh, finee you can stay here." He tried to hug me but I couldn't stand the smell of alcohol so I quickly pushed him away. I tried hard to hide my growing bulge cause his drunk sweaty self is giving me a hard on, and him opening his clothes is not helping.

I quickly went to give him water to sober up and put him on the couch to let him sleep.

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Later that night, I was playing games on my computer after a day of working and looking to relax when I saw a shadow from the corner of my eye.

When I looked, it was a ghost clad in black floating off the floor and I doubled over, falling off my chair.

"Hahaha looks like I shocked you!"

Getting off the floor, I hesitantly asked, "Who are you?"

"Oh hey! My name's Melvin. Pleased to make your acquaintance." He bowed down exaggeratedly to me and I laughed.

He then conjured a spectral chair out of thin air and posed on it. "I've been haunting this place after I died eating a candlelit dinner with my boyfriend. I've been haunting this place since."

"Wait how come I can only see you now? I've been here for a week. And did you move my things?"

"Well," Melvin answered. "Honestly, I wanted to show myself but thought I'd have some fun. I know it's annoying to anyone, but I was a bit of a prankster in my life. Well, now the afterlife."

Just then, Jake opened the bedroom door. "Hey bro, saw that your lights are still on from under your bedroom door. Wanna eat dinner?"

Suddenly I saw Melvin float behind him. "Hey wanna see a magic trick?"

Before I can process what he meant, Melvin put his hands on Jake's back, and Jake froze in place. Melvin then pushed in deeper into Jake's back, causing his body to shake in place as more and more of Melvin gets inside him.

Eventually, Melvin's head is all that's left that's not fully inside and trying to process this, I asked, "W-what is happening?"

Before I can get an answer, Melvin's head phased into Jake's and Jake fell to the floor. Trying to wake him up, I asked, "Hey! Y-You okay?!"

Suddenly, Jake sat up and kissed me hard while touching my growing bulge. "Hi, 'bro' hehehe... or should I say, human friend..." He laughed at his own joke.

"M-Melvin? How?!"

"Well I had taken over people over the years and it was always temporary. I'd let them go and possess them again when I want to feel all the human pleasure that I've been missing."

"I know that you've had a hard on for this bro of yours."

"W-What? No!"

Looking at my growing bulge, Melvin/Jake chuckles. "Ha! You say that, but your body's reacting differently. He then kisses me hard again and takes off his clothes before falling on the bed.

"You know... with me inside, you can have all your wet dreams come true. I'm sure as your 'brother' I can help you with that hehe.. And by the way, your bro's screaming for me to leave his body."

Thinking it over, I then smiled. "Well you don't have to leave his body. I think it's a good thing you took him over. I've always wondered what it'd be like to fuck and be fucked by him hehe."

Chuckling, Jake answered, "Well then, why don't you come here and let your 'bro' fulfill you then?"

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In the present...

Since that day, Melvin/Jake and I have had a very sexual relationship. We took turns fulfilling our respective fantasies and I have had a lot of fun doing everything with him. From playing a superhero who wanted to fuck me pretending to be his enemy to secret lover, to him being a my submissive and me his dom as part of my fantasy, our sex life has been great.

As for the real Jake? I asked Melvin and he said that Jake has been silent the last two weeks so either he accepted Melvin as the one in the driver's seat, or he's gone absorbed into Melvin since suddenly Jake has all his memories.

Chase had just arrived home from the club when suddenly, he got ambushed by his two roommates, Jake and Melvin. Jake restrained him while Melvin put a napkin soaked in chloroform on Chase's mouth, knocking him out.

When he came to, he was tied to a chair with his shirt open and Jake and Melvin was standing in front of him.

"W-what the-? Why the fuck am I tied up?! What's going on?!"

Jake approached him and says, "Well, Chase, if you want to know, our master wants to take over the world and we've been taking notes on you and decided that you're the perfect host for him, especially since your great-grandfather was the one who sent him back to Hell 100 years ago."

"W-what?! What the fuck are you talking about?!"

"Well, as you can see, we're not the real Jake and Melvin, Chase. We took them over the week they moved into your apartment. The real Jake and Melvin were gone the moment we took over after we swallowed their souls."

Then, both Jake and Melvin kissed hard as they continued, "Ever since, we have done a spell so that you would be more... accepting of our Master. Don't you wonder why you keep getting headaches for the past two weeks since we moved in?"

Chase tried to break free but Melvin turned towards him and used his powers to make the ropes tighter, and Jake and Melvin got a hard-on when they see that Chase was getting a huge boner from the tight ropes.

"Mmm, it looks like you're enjoying the ropes Chase..." Jake pulled on the ropes. "Too bad you're gonna be long gone once Master takes over."

Then he makes Chase open his mouth and has him drink a lethal dose of crushed sleeping pills inside his protein shake, causing Chase to have a heart attack and die.

Once Chase went limp on the chair, Jake drew a pentagram on Chase's chest and did the ritual of summoning his Master.

The demon immediately appeared in front of them and upon laying eyes on Chase, he laughed in satisfaction of the body they found. "Hahaha, thank you slaves, he looks suitable to be my vessel."

"Just for you, master," Jake and Melvin answered in unison.

Then the Master approaches Chase's dead body and puts his hand on the drawn pentagram. The moment the Master touches it, his hand phases through Chase's chest and his body shakes violently.

As the demon took control, cracks can be heard as the demon filled up every muscle, bone and limb of his new body. He immediately feels all the pleasure of his new body as he finally reaches Chase's brain and takes it over.

Moments later, the Master wakes up to Jake and Melvin both jerking off to the scene that had played out before them.

Cracking his neck, the demon with Chase's voice, says, "Thank you slaves... this body is perfect and I found out that he's a descendant of the asshole who sent me back to Hell all those years ago."

"Yes, Master. We know that you have wanted to get revenge on his family line for centuries and finally this is your chance."

He then opened his mouth and threw up the soul stone of the real Chase and holds it in his hand. "Hmm, what should we do with you...?" He then got an idea.

"Why don't I show you your proper role hehehe." He then uses his powers to drain out all of Chase's memories and turned the stone from white to red, signifying that the soul has become corrupted by the Master.

"N0 no no no, PLEASE! AARGHH" The new Chase chuckles as the real Chase screamed from inside the stone from getting corrupted and having his memories sucked out.

Seconds later, the real Chase became obedient. "Thank you Master... I'm happy that you've shown me my true purpose, which is to be a vessel for you..."

As the Master approached his minions/slaves to kiss them, putting the stone down, suddenly their friend, Walter shows up in front of their apartment building.

"Hey guys, are you still down to hang?" Walter speaks through the intercom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sergio was about to go to sleep when an incubus named Seamus suddenly appeared in his bedroom.

"Hello, human..." Sergio screamed in shock at the incubus before him.

"You'll be a fine vessel for me to use..."

Hearing this, Sergio went and tried to punch him.

"Well, then. You want to do this the hard way then."

Before his fist was able to even touch his face, Seamus used his magic to throw Sergio into the wall, making Sergio to drop unconscious from the impact.

Then, Seamus used his magic to control Sergio, making him walk over to the incubus and stand still.

"You shouldn't have tried to punch me, human... now, you will pay dearly for your actions!" Seamus then used a foreign latin spell to envelop them both in a magic sack.

Inside the sack, Sergio suddenly woke up dizzy and instead of finding himself in bed thinking Seamus was just a nightmare, he found himself being enveloped by something slimy and Seamus is hugging him tight.

"Let go of me, freak!" Sergio screamed at Seamus, but the incubus just laughed.

"Oh, human... we'll do so well together! We can have as many hookups with guys as we want, except you'll probably be gone by the time I'm fully in control.."

Before Sergio can answer, suddenly Seamus kissed his chest and sucked his nipples as the sack closed in on them, with Seamus laughing maniacally as Sergio tried to resist all the pleasure he is feeling.

"P-Please... l-l-let me go... Y-you can't do this!" Sergio tried to plead as his cock is being sucked off by the demon.

"Nope, and your soul will be dead the moment I take over!"

The moment Sergio screamed in pleasure and cum shoots out of his cock, he can feel himself losing all his memories the sack suddenly burst out in a bright light but instead of there being two people standing in the bedroom, there was only Sergio.

But instead of wearing his boxers, he was wearing leather gear.

"Finally... this body's MINE!" The incubus, now in full control, exclaimed as he conjured a mirror out of thin air to take a look at his new body.

Touching his new mustache and nipples, Seamus, now Sergio, says, "Thank you for the body...Mwahahaha! It seems that this body has accepted me as its owner. Don't you think it's perfect for me, human?"

Dan (above) and I have been together for about a year now. We’d started out as a pretty vanilla couple and we’d never really discussed our kinks.  When we got to chatting about it I managed to find out that he was into hypno and some BDSM, but when I told him I was into slavery and domination he didn’t seem keen on the idea. I’d always topped him but I don’t think he realised how deep it went.

I’d suggested that we explore our kinks and that maybe booking in with a hypnotist could help him open up to some new ideas.  This gave Dan a bit of a hard on and he quickly agreed. We made an appointment with a guy we found on recon and within a day we were in his front room.

The hypnotist implanted a few triggers in him so we could have fun in the bedroom. He walked over to Dan, now deep in trance, and placed a collar on him. He told him that when he wore the collar he was a slave and could only comply with what I asked and when he didn't he could do as he wanted.  He also implanted the idea that the more he wore it, the more comfortable he’d be with it and he would want to wear it for longer and longer amounts of time.

Then he turned to me, started counting and I can’t really remember the rest.

After our session we started slowly, I’d have him put it on for a few hours a day a couple of times a week.  The sessions were hot, I could see it was the same old him in his eyes and sometimes he’d look at me disgusted at the things I’d have him do, but he couldn’t say no and did everything I asked.  I’d even managed to get him blindfolded and handcuffed which was a new one for us.

One day it came time to take it off and he was about to when I said “leave it on”. He looked at me shocked and his eyes pled with me to take it off, instead I said.  "Come suck my dick, then when you’re finished get dinner started”, his eyes dulled slightly like a part of him was lost, his cock grew hard and he ripped my trousers off and sucked my dick like it was the best thing he’d tasted. I found myself being more dominant than usual and enjoyed watching him gag as I forced my cock to the back of his throat.  After I blew multiple loads of my scuzz in Dan’s mouth we skipped dinner; he was full anyway. I took off his collar and we both cuddled up in bed.

Over time we started leaving it on for longer and I didn’t even realise. About a week later I left it on overnight and when we woke up in the morning I told him to “go get me some fucking breakfast boi”. I was shocked I’d said it and I’d never called him boi before. But oddly he replied “Yes sir” and his little dick was tented in his underwear. 

Damn, I don’t know why, but him calling me sir made me fucking horny. When he came back we went three rounds and straight after I told him I was gonna keep him in chastity now as he wouldn’t be using his dick much anyway and he basically came at the thought.

After some alone time during the day I thought this might be going too far and took his collar off, it took a while as he begged me not to but it had to be done. He spent the next week or so without it on but I could tell he wanted it, he missed it and he felt empty without it.

The next Monday the chastity cage came in the mail and I could see he longed to serve me again, he spent all day waiting to open the package. When I got home from work Dan begged me to put his collar on again but I said it wasn’t a good idea and I think it was changing him. He said “sorry then sir” and came in for a hug. Immediately I felt a cold chain round my neck and I grew hard and horny. “Get the fuck off me boi and open wide” i commanded. My little slut smirked, his dick now hard and opened his mouth up. I spat in his mouth and said “now get down and clean my feet”

He dropped to his knees and began to lick my bare feet clean. The little cum slut was leaking cum all over the floor as he dripped in pleasure. “I wouldn’t get used to that boi, once you’re done cleaning them I’ll be fitting your cage” I teased. He shuddered as he shot again.

I don’t know what that hypnotists did to me but fuck it I love owning a little slut like this, he knows his place and it’s under my feet.

Fuck vanilla, I love my new boi bitch. In fact I love it so much I’m looking for another. If you think you could fit the role message me, I’m always looking for more eager slaves. Dan won’t be complaining when I tell you to fuck his little pussy.

Jamie was a gamer who had a million followers. One night, Jamie found a magic lamp on my way home from a late night grocery shopping and took it home. Thinking it was just a joke, he playfully rubbed the lamp.

Jamie became shocked when smoke came out from the lamp and a genie appeared in front of me. "Hello, master. You have released me from the lamp and I am now in your debt, where I'll grant you three wishes."

"Wait what? Why just three?" Jamie, confused, asked. He says, "It has always been the rules of nature, master. What do you wish for, master?"

Immediately, an idea came to mind. "I might have an idea. But I need to put you back inside the lamp first."

An hour later...

Jamie arrived in front of his bully, Suj's apartment. When he looked through Suj's apartment window on the first floor, he was only in his shorts that shows his huge bulge in the bathroom taking selfies, giving him a slight hard on.

Suj was Jamie's bully in high school and had tortured him. He was the stereotypical jock who's popular with the girls. He had made his life a living hell after he found out Jamie was gay. Even then, he had a huge ass crush on him until now.

Then one Jamie snuck inside his apartment, he took out the lamp, rubbed it and commanded the genie.

"Genie I wish you free from this lamp and for you to pull his soul out from his own body and destroy it."

"Wish granted master," the genie answered, and then flew over to where Suj's bathroom is.

When Suj saw the genie, he was only able to scream out, "What the fuck?!!" before the genie made his soul, in bead form, to travel up his throat.

Suj tried hard to fight hard to prevent his soul from leaving his body, but Jamie, taking the opportunity, immediately went inside and jacked him off, thinking it would work and it did.

Turns out it was quicker as he opened his mouth from the jacking off to moan and his soul ended up flying out of his mouth, causing Suj's body to fall to the ground.

The moment the soul left his body, it exploded, effectively killing the real Suj.

Then, Jamie put him on the sofa all naked and his underwear still down from Jami jacking him off and said to the genie, "Genie for my final wish I want you to possess him and I will help you to live your brand new lease on life."

"Granted." The genie then turned into smoke with his magic and flew into Suj's mouth, causing it to convulse violently. He lulled his head back on the pillows as I can see the genie travel through Suj's body, and he arched his back too and cum flew out of his cock due to the forced entry.

Seeing this I was incredibly turned on, both by his hot ass and muscles, but also by the scene playing out before me.

A few minutes later, the genie, now Suj, lifted his arms to touch his new body. "Thank you, master. You're truly my savior for freeing me from the lamp."

"No matter, now--" Suddenly, the genie walked towards me and held me tight. "What the-? What are you--?"

The genie suddenly gave an evil grin. "Hehehe... thank you human... thanks to you, I'm now free to take over the world..." He then used his magic to snap Jamie's neck, killing him.

"Stupid human... you probably shouldn't take a lamp home without caution hahahaha... Well I've got to thank you, Jamie, for giving me this body."

He then used magic to control Jamie's body with a small piece of himself, splitting his soul in two and throws it into Jamie's body, giving him full control of two bodies.

He then took off Jamie's clothes and pushed him into the same sofa. "Well now then, 'Jamie'... why don't we fuck before we take over the world hehehe..."

I had just arrived home from work when I saw my Dad, come out through the foyer in nothing but shorts. The moment he saw me, he took big steps towards me and kissed me.

"Oh, hi 'son'… how was work today?"

"Oh come on babe… you know you don'y have to call me that anymore… You may be my dad now, but you're my boyfriend deep down hehe…"

A few months ago…

This is my boyfriend, Jake. We had been in a relationship for three years after having met on a blind date and found out that we also go to the same university.

While I'm more on the introverted side, he was more of the social butterfly in the relationship. Despite our different personalities, we were compatible and he was the more dominant one in the bedroom and also he knows I love being dominated and getting tied up, so our sex life was super great hehe.

However, our relationship was cut short when Jake died in a car accident after a drunk truck driver ran the red light and plowed into Jake's car.

His death really destroyed me and I kept crying for weeks mourning his death. My dad, who didn't know about my relationship with Jake, asked what's wrong but I couldn't bring myself to tell him and kept everything to myself.

One day, I bought an ouija board from an antique shop to try to summon the ghost of my boyfriend. When I used it, he immediately answered me through the board and I was super happy.

I used the planchette to try to see if I can find my boyfriend. But when I did, I could not see anyone and was disappointed. However, when I put it down, I was shocked when I saw Jake's face inches away from me, fully naked.

"Hi, babe!"

'Aargghh!" I screamed in shock. My shock turned to one of missing his dead boyfriend as Jake winked at me.

"Jake… I-I…." Before I can finish my sentence, he turned physical and kissed me, hard. "H-How can I kiss you?!"

"I was shocked as well, I had been wanting to kiss you the moment you called on me and was surprised I can kiss you!"

"I-I miss you Jake… I was so sad you died and now you're here!"

Before Jake can answer, my dad suddenly entered the room and I immediately hid the ouija board. "Hey son, why are you screaming? Everything okay?"

Apparently, my dad can't see Jake being with me so I immediately lied, "Oh, n-nothing dad, I thought I saw a cockroach and screamed. You know how much I hate cockroaches."

When my dad left the room, Jake and I immediately got to talking. I told him that I've been missing him and all the times we've been together.

Suddenly, he made himself physical again and touched my growing bulge. "Wanna do it, babe?"

Without hesitation, I kissed him hard and we started fucking on my bed and I can bet you we did all the things that we have fantasized about and done before.

The next day…

After our night of fucking, I fell asleep in bed with him next to me and when I woke up in the morning, I was sad when I saw that Jake was gone. Even though it was only for a short time, I'm glad that he was there so that I can say goodbye.

Or, that was what I thought when I suddenly saw my dad acting weird when I went to the bathroom and saw him. He was touching his big abs and penis, and also moaning while doing so.

"Dad, what the fuck?!"

Dad turned around and pulled me into the bathroom.

"Babe, it's me! Jake!"

"What? Please tell me this is some kind of dumb joke. And how did you even find out about him?"

"Babe, I promise you it's me, your, well, boyfriend now dad!" He then proceeded to spill out things that only he knows about me, from where we had our first date to what things he knows I like him doing to me during sex.

Then he told me how it happened.

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The night before (Jake's POV)

Being a bit turned on by the dad's body, I wanted to see for myself what he looks like up close and so I went to his room.

I flew into his room, and he was taking a selfie and it looks like he's preparing to sleep. When I floated behind him, I was mesmerised by his body and just wanted to touch his muscles.

Instead, I felt myself getting sucked into him through his back and I tried to pull away, but it didn't do anything and I ended up getting sucked in.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in your dad's body and was shocked.

"Damn… I'm not sure what had happened but I'm starting to like this hehehe…" I then used my new hands to jerk myself off and pinched myself in the nipples, moaning ecstatically as I reveled in the pleasures of having a new body.

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When he finished, I was shocked. "I admit, I was curious about your dad and his hot body. If you remember, I always wanted to have a big burly body but well now I can't as a ghost."

Not gonna lie, seeing my dad with his sweaty body and big arms gave me a hard on, and Jake noticed.

Grinning, Jake walked up to me and said, "Wanna have a taste of my new hot body babe? I'm guessing seeing your dad be controlled by me gave you a hard-on. And you know I won't ever leave your side now that I'm in control of your dad."

And what followed was a full day of weekend fucking and getting to know my dad's body as Jake used Dad's strength to pin me to my bed and suck my nipples, tie me up, and dominate me.

In the present…

In order to be able to pull off this relationship, we left the house we were living in and moved to another neighborhood where no one knows us, and it was easier since our family had cut off all ties after my dad approved of my sexuality.

When I asked him what happened to Dad, he told me that the moment he entered my Dad, my dad had been silent, so either he's here but asleep or he's gone, since there hasn't been any resistance.

Troy wasn’t exactly the sharpest guy when we first met, but back then, at least he could form full sentences. He was my college roommate—a six-foot-four, gym-obsessed wall of muscle who somehow balanced his protein-shake-fueled lifestyle with being a student. Well, tried to, anyway. It didn’t take long before he started asking me for “help.”

“Bro, I need to get bigger,” he had groaned one night, staring at himself in our dorm mirror, flexing his arms. “But, like, I dunno, bro… I feel like I ain’t doing enough, y’know?”

I adjusted my glasses and leaned back in my chair, hiding my smirk. Oh, I know. I had been waiting for this moment.

“You need a system, Troy,” I said. “Someone to guide you. Someone… smart.”

His eyes lit up. “Like you, bro?”

I nodded. “Exactly like me.”

And just like that, I had him.

The plan was subtle at first. I started with supplements—my own special mix, designed to boost his energy, accelerate his gains, and, well… gently suppress his higher thinking. The changes crept in slowly, so Troy never noticed. But I did.

He stopped questioning things. If I told him to do something, he’d do it—no hesitation.

“Drink this.”

“Okay, bro.”

“Do one more set.”

“Hell yeah, bro.”

“Skip that lecture. You don’t need it.”

“Yeah, bro, waste of time.”

Each day, he lifted heavier weights while his thoughts got lighter. His sentences got shorter. His vocabulary shrank. But he felt great, and that’s all that mattered to him.

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At first, I had to be careful. There were still traces of thought left in that thick skull of his. I learned that the hard way when I got too bold too soon.

One day, while he was sitting on his bed scrolling through his phone, I took the opportunity to get a little… hands-on.

“Damn, Troy,” I murmured, moving closer. “You’ve really packed on some size.”

He smirked, flexing his arm. “Hell yeah, bro. Feels tight.”

I reached out, letting my fingers graze over his biceps, testing their firmness. Perfect.

But then—

“Uh, dude?” His expression shifted, uncomfortable. He pulled his arm away. “Kinda weird, man. Like, chill.”

I forced a laugh, raising my hands. “Hey, just admiring the work, dude.”

He gave me a wary look, then shrugged it off, going back to his phone. But I made a mental note. Too soon. There was still something in him that resisted. I’d have to fix that.

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By the time we hit week three, Troy was skipping every single class. His idea, of course—or so he thought.

“Dude,” I said one morning, watching him struggle to put on a tank top that barely fit his swelling torso. “College isn’t really for guys like you, y’know?”

He frowned, his thick brows scrunching. “Huh?”

“I mean, look at you, Troy. You were born to lift, to grow. You really think wasting time in lectures is gonna help you get swole?”

His lips moved slightly, like he was trying to process what I’d said, but I could see the gears in his head turning slower than before.

“Uh… yeah, bro,” he finally said, nodding. “Yeah! You right! I gotta, like… focus, bro. Just—just LIFT. Get BIG.”

I grinned. “Exactly.”

And just like that, Troy stopped attending College entirely.

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By week five, he had completely surrendered his decision-making to me without realizing it. He thought he was in control.

“Bro, should I eat this?”

“What do you think, Troy?”

His blank stare lasted a second too long. Then: “Uh… I think… I dunno, bro. You think for me.”

“I do, don’t I?”

He nodded, beaming, completely unaware of how empty his own head had become. I had done it. Troy wasn’t just dumb anymore. He was mine.

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6 months has passed since then, and now? Now I could touch him as much as I wanted.

“Hey, Troy,” I murmured, running my fingers along his thick arm. “You cool with this?”

Troy blinked, his dopey grin unwavering. “Huh? Uh… yeah, bro. I don’t mind.”

I squeezed his bicep, watching the way his muscle flexed under my grip. Perfection. “Why’s that?”

He tilted his head, slow to process. “’Cause… uh… I’m just… muscle, bro.”

I smirked. “That’s right. You’re just muscle. Just a big, strong body. No need to think, right?”

Troy’s lips parted slightly. “Yeah, bro. Just… body.”

I ran a hand down his chest, pressing into his pecs, feeling their firm weight. No resistance. Nothing but dumb compliance. My fingers brushed under his arm, grazing the warm, musky skin of his armpit. The scent hit me instantly—strong, masculine, overpowering.

“Man, you really are just a muscle,” I murmured, inhaling deeply. “Crazy, right? You used to think this was weird.”

Troy’s slack expression didn’t change. “Huh? Uh… nah, bro. Ain’t weird.”

I chuckled. “Oh, but you did think it was weird before. Remember?”

His forehead scrunched slightly, trying to think. “Uh… nah, bro. I don’t… remember.”

I grinned, giving his pec a playful squeeze. “Of course you don’t. Because a muscle doesn’t need memories.”

Troy nodded slowly. “Yeah, bro… just muscle.”

“Just a muscle that belongs to me, huh?”

There was a pause. Then, with a slow, stupid nod: “Yeah, bro. Yours.”

I smirked and grabbed the hem of his shirt. “You don’t need this, do you?”

Troy blinked, watching as I pulled it up over his head and tossed it aside. His bare torso gleamed under the light, thick with sweat, pulsing with heat.

“Just a big, dumb toy for me to play with,” I murmured, trailing my hands across his chest, his stomach, his arms. “And you’re fine with that, aren’t you?”

Troy’s lips curled into a mindless smile. “Yeah, bro… fine with it.”

“Good boy.”

I dug my fingers into his flexed bicep, relishing the way he didn’t even flinch as I placed my fingers dip into the crevices of his bicep to his armpits...

Allan is doing another all night cramming. Determined, with Textbooks were stacked around him. The glow of his desk lamp washed over the inked notes he’d meticulously arranged, his mind laser-focused on an upcoming thesis.

But just a few minutes into his computer, Allen scratches his head from annoyance. Distracted from the loud grunts, and slow rhythmic thumping. He sighed and leaned back, and looked toward the other side of the apartment. It was Allan’s annoying jock neighbor, Kevin, working out. 

Although, Allan’s anger subsided quickly as he looks at Kevin; Loving the view as he looks at his built and defined body, his tattoos, His underwear clung loosely to his hips, His body gleamed under the afternoon light. Huge, oiled-up arms pumped lazily as he did slow, sluggish pushups on the floor. His inked muscles swelled with each movement, pecs hanging heavy, back arching wrong. His form wasn’t perfect, he barely understood the mechanics anymore. But he was trying. Trying hard.

Noticing Allan looking over, Kevin stops and stood up, His mouth hung open as he panted. “Ugh... one... two... uh... four... yeahh...” 

Allan cleared his throat, voice flat with practiced authority.

“Kevin. Keep it down.”

Kevin’s head perked up immediately, like a dog called by name. He beamed with an eager, clueless smile and collapsed onto his knees.

“Y-yeah! Hehe, Sorry, Master!” he blurted out, voice dopey and deep.

 “Didn’t mean t’ be noisy-n-noisy… Jus’ doin’ my lil’ pushy-ups like ya said, Master...”

He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, showing his bushy and musky armpits, The grime and sweat built up from weeks of not taking a bath. His voice slurred through each syllable like a child practicing speech.

“I…will be quiet now master… shhhh” 

Allan didn’t reply. He just smirked faintly, returned blankly to his book. Recollecting the events in the past few weeks with his annoying neighbor…  ====================================

2 WEEKS AGO

Allan’s pen scratched harshly against the paper as he tried to solve a complex calculus problem for the third time. His eyelids trembled from exhaustion, despite drinking a few cups of coffee around him. The time is already 11:56 PM, not only he hasnt got a damn thing about his studies, he also can’t help but get distracted from the loud thuds, screams, and rock music in the wall next door!

THUD THUD BAM 

The bass from the apartment next door roared like a thunderclap. A muffled, chaotic voice screamed, “YEAAAH, BRO!” followed by a round of beer bottles clinking and the sickening thump of furniture being knocked over.

“Arghh… Kevin…” Allan hissed under his breath.

Kevin, the guy next door, the perpetual thorn in his flesh. Tall, dumb, noisy, and totally a nuisance. Even worse, he had a gang of equally loud friends who laughed like hyenas in the middle of the night!

Allan gritted his teeth and stuffed his ears with tissue paper, muttering curses…

The next morning, Allan stared down at his exam sheet. The answers danced, unfinished. His sleepless brain had failed him. The red “Failed” score scrawled across the top was like a knife to the chest. He stared blankly as students filed out around him. As he stares more to his paper, He hears Kevin's laugh echoing in his mind. That low, nasal chuckle. That "bro" voice. That meatheaded, jockish smile. Allan crumpled his test paper in internal rage.

Later That night, Allan tries to calm himself down by browsing the internet, but in doing so, he stumbled in something bizarre.

A weird ad, along with a forum post.. It describes a weird, probably illegal and completely experimental substance, a chemical compound supposedly used in “psychological reprogramming studies.” people in the forum said it’s supposed to be Tasteless, odorless, and designed to make the subject completely compliant to the first person they make prolonged eye contact with after ingestion. One user said:

“Seriously, though, listen up: DOSE IS KEY! I cannot stress this enough. We're talking just two drops, max, per dose. No more, no less.”

Allan was suspicious of the substance, but it tried looking more about the drug and it doesnt seem like it's blacklisted. Can’t hurt to try he thought, and if it fails, he hopes it would upset that jerk’s stomach at least. Allan clicked “Buy Now”

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three days later, the package arrived. A small black vial. Cold in his hand. The inside shimmered like oil. The more he thinks about the substance’ effects, the more allan becomes sceptical about it actually working, but he’s still determined.

Later that evening, as expected, Kevin had another night with his bros. The music was loud again, this time, they’re on the apartment balcony. shirtless, beer in hand, smokes of cigarettes wafting into Allan’s window.

Kevin shouted to someone inside, “AYO, WE RAN OUT OF BEER!”

Allan saw his moment.

He took a deep breath, grabbed a bottle of beer from his fridge, and slipped in ten full drops into one of them. He then rushed in the front door of Kevin’s apartment, holding one cold soda in hand. finally confronting the bastard that made him fail the exams. Allan knocks, and after a few minutes, Kevin opens the door.

“Sup. Need something bro?” Kevin Asks, staring down at Allan. Kevin, intimidating as ever with his tatooed arms and obviously built torso hidden in his tanktop.

Allan held out the drink. ”H-hey Kevin. Do you mind keeping the noise down… I’m kinda in the middle of something…”

Kevin Frowns, and smirks,

 “Wait, Aren’t you that twig next door? heh, yeah ain’t gonna happen Bro. Learn to have fun mannn!”

Allan expected as much, so he then resorts for plan B. “W-well, a…anyway. I got you this beer as a p-peace offering ya’know? So c-can you please keep it a lil’ bit down?”

Kevin squinted, dumb as ever. “Aye yooo there we go, thanks man”

He grabbed the bottle and drank it right away. Allan watched with morbid fascination as Kevin drinks it all away and slowly closes the door, his thick Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow. His neck muscles flexed, veins trailing down his tan, tattooed skin. His thick chest rose with a sigh after he finished half the bottle in one go… Then, Kevin stopped moving in a second, door half closed, then his whole torso shivers.

“Uh… Erhm..! Can you… turn the music down? Like, now?”

Kevin, still holding the bottle midair, turned slowly. His expression softened, almost blank. His lips parted slightly.

“…yeah, sure bro” he mumbled.

He walked inside without a word, then A moment later, his laughing friends suddenly shuts up, and the loud banging rock music was cut off. Finally, a peaceful quiet night. Allan walked back to his own apartment and was stunned by the silence. And wonder, 

“huh, did it work?”

or maybe, it's just a coincidence.

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For the next few days, Allan had peace unlike anything he’d experienced since moving into the apartment complex. The nights were silent. No bass. No shouts. Just crickets, the hum of his desk lamp, and the soft scratching of pen on paper. For once, his focus was razor sharp. His assignments were finished on time. His grades jumped. Aside from that, He also noticed something even better, Kevin has changed.

No more impromptu parties. No more gym-bro screaming through the walls. No more blasting of rock music past midnight. Kevin had become strangely obedient. He has become quiet, REALLY quiet. Allan didn’t really pay it any mind, until one day,

Allan noticed while taking out the trash. As he passed Kevin’s unit, he heard a muffled argument. Loud voices—familiar, scratchy, bro-y. His friends.

“Dude, what’s wrong with you lately?”

“I asked you to come spot me. We always do Tuesdays, bro!”

“Mhm…”

“You skipped arm day again!”

“Dude, are you even there right now? You’ve been, like, blank as hell.”

“Mm…”

Allan froze outside the door, his ears sharpened, Then Kevin’s voice—no longer booming and boyish like before. Just soft, sluggish.

“…idk, man. Jus' wanna be quiet.”

“ WTF Bro?!  you ain’t even makin’ sense! Ya ain’t a damn monk”

“…”

Allan heard the crash of a chair or something being knocked over. Then a furious voice said, 

“You used to be fun, bro. Now you’re just... boring and weird!”

Allan then quietly backed away, and ran back to his apartment. Even Allan is weirded out by Kevin’s new behavior after that day. That substance, no doubt now that it really did its magic. but it wasn’t just making Kevin compliant. It was doing something in his way of thinking.

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A few days later, It was 7:45 AM. Allan, dressed in a light hoodie and backpack slung over one shoulder, opened his apartment door to leave for class. He was still yawning, one shoe untied, when he froze on the spot. But something bizarre definitely woke him up.

In the other side of the hallway, Allan saw Kevin’s muscular figure walking, almost naked with his shorts.

Just a loose pair of shorts sagging low on his hips, revealing the thick ridges of his v-cut and waistband of his boxers. Shirtless revealing the tattoos Allan saw during his visit the other day. His chest, once firm and proud, rose and fell like a slow tide. His arms hung loosely at his sides, veiny and slack. His hair was tousled, eyes half-lidded, jaw slack.

He wasn’t even looking at Allan. He was just… lost in the moment. Taking slow, clumsy steps down the corridor as if he'd forgotten what he was doing.

“Kevin?” Allan called cautiously.

The hulking figure turned his head slowly. His expression remained blank, but when his eyes found Allan’s, he blinked once then offered a lazy, goofy grin.

“Oh. Yo…” Kevin mumbled.

“You okay?”

Kevin scratched his shoulder, blinking in slow-motion. 

“Uhh… I, uhh…” He paused, looking around like a toddler lost in a supermarket. “I… dunno. Kinda walkin’… I think.”

“You’ve just been walking around out here?”

“Guess, bro. Jus’... movin’. S’nice.”

“Okay. Well, maybe head back inside or something?”

Kevin squinted, then gave a lazy thumbs up. “Yeaaah… m'kay, bro.”

Later that day, Allan returned from a long day in the campus, all tired and exhausted, but as he returned back to the hall of his apartment, Allan’s tiredness went all away, replaced with confusion and frustration as he sees Kevin again, still shirtless and lost in the thought, wondering around the apartment. Now down to his undies. He was circling in slow laps, dragging his feet, mouth slightly open. He didn’t even seem to know Allan had come back until Allan stood right in front of him.

“Wha-?!…youre still here?” Allan muttered.

Kevin blinked. “Yup.”

“Why?”

Kevin scratched his temple with a thick finger. “…Dunno, bro. Jus’… out here. Feels chill.”

Allan scratches his head in confusion, and walked to his front door, Trying to ignore his annoying -but incredibly hot- neighbor. However, there was a pang of guilt. Of pity, maybe. Or curiosity. Whatever it was, Allan looked again at Kevin, and spoke to the broken man.

“Sigh… You wanna come inside for a bit? You’ve been out here like a stray dog…”

Kevin lit up instantly. His expression hadn’t been that bright in days. “Hell yeah, bro!”

Inside, Kevin sat awkwardly on Allan’s sofa like an excited pet. The massive frame of his body dwarfed the small space. Allan watched him as he sank back, legs straight, arms resting at his sides like a doll. His breathing was slow. His chest rose and fell. That once-boyish thuggish face was now serene eyes with that scary and intimidating stare, lips parted just slightly.

“So… I noticed you’ve been… different.”

Kevin looked up. “Huh? diff?”

“I mean, I heard you haven’t been going to the gym. You don’t do any of those late night hangouts, and stopped playing rock… Its just out of character of you…”

Kevin furrowed his brow. It looked like he was trying to process the words but got stuck somewhere in the middle.

“…M’jus chillin’, bro.” He grinned sheepishly. “Keepin’ it quiet. Like you want.”

“...Like I want?” Allan echoed, sitting across from him. “So, you’re still doing this… for me?”

“Uh-huh. You said keep it down. So, I been real quiet. Dun even play music no more. Jus’... bein’ good.”

Now that Allan talks to him face to face made him realize, This wasn’t just a little mental fog. Kevin’s language is deteriorating. The way he talks is nothing like what he overhears everyday when he messes around with his friends, and he isn’t as insolent as he used to be. His sentences were shorter. His grammar was falling apart. He sounded like a confused preschooler trying to sound cool. 

So to test it out, Allan wants to provoke him and see how deep his Behavior has gone down.

“Heh, aren’t you usually the man full of bravado? Never thought you’d be this dumb?”.

Kevin chuckled, missing the insult entirely. “Haha, dunno. Prob’ly dumb, bro.”

“Remember when you used to act all tough and loud? Like some punkass gym freak yelling through the walls? Now look at you.” He scoffed, poking Kevin’s meaty pec. “You’re like a docile golden retriever.”  Allan said mockingly, half-laughing, trying to keep it casual.

Kevin looked down at Allan’s hand, then smiled proudly. “Thanks, bro.”

“…That wasn’t a compliment.”

Kevin blinked. “Huh?”

Allan laughed. Kevin is totally off the rails, and it might actually be because of that serum he mixed with his beer a few days ago. The way this massive, tattooed, once-thuggish hunk sat there like a dimwitted toy. Responding to everything with a dopey grin and a grunt. Too dumb now to understand sarcasm. Too foggy to get annoyed. The same guy who used to throw beer cans off the balcony for fun now sat there obedient, bare-chested, submissive. 

Allan grinned, staring at Kevin’s massive body flailing aimlessly without a thought in his head, and slowly degrading the more the clock ticks by, 

“Heh, I was expecting a lil bit tummy ache from that serum, you becoming dumber and dumber is definitely a plus!” Allan said with a wicked grin. “I bet you couldn’t even spell your own name right now,” 

Kevin looked down as if thinking about it hurt. “K... E... V... uh…”

Allan burst out laughing.

“Jesus. You're really getting stupider!”

Kevin giggled along, as if it were a compliment again.

For a prolonged time, Allan’s apartment is now the noisy one with his condescending laughs. Instead of following Allan’s original plan to study, Allan instead spent the whole afternoon by poking fun of his now dumb muscle neighbor more and more. The idiot can’t even tell an insult from compliments, Allan even offered Kevin food, Kevin didn’t question it and Ate sloppily like a dog. Afterwards, the man just sats with his back straight, eyes unfocused as Allan fondles Kevin’s muscles like a pillow freely.

Eventually, Allan got tired, and yawned. “Okay, dumbass. I’ve had my fun. Time for you to head back.”

Kevin blinked and stood. “Nooo…”

“What?”

Kevin stood up and stepped closer. Then another. Allan was preparing to open up his door to kick Kevin out, but Kevin’s huge arms wrapped around him suddenly in a slow, needy hug.

“I... stay here,” Kevin mumbled.

Allan stiffened. Kevin’s bare chest pressed into him. Warm. Heavy. Reeking faintly of sweat and metal, this man hasn’t got a bath today, Allan thought. His arms, thick as Alan’s torso, wrapped tight like weighted blankets.

“ H-hey! I no that can’t do! I need to study!” “Wanna stay here… quiet here. S’nice... comfy…”

Allan couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. The huge muscle thug idiot is clinging to him so tight, Allan can’t move an inch! But somewhere deep down, Allan didn’t hate it entirely…

“…Fine,” he said softly. “You can stay a little longer.”

Kevin smiled dumbly and rested his chin on Allan’s head.

Despite his resentment to this dumb muscle jock, Kevin. Allan still embraced Kevin, touching his musky, muscular back. He might be a jerk before, but its not the Kevin that he once knew. This is a new side of Kevin, a Kevin that Allan prefers, and He doesn’t want this this version of Kevin to go away.

He said he was going to the store. I told him to park instead.

I’m on my laptop, earbuds in, watching the live feed from his phone. He thinks it’s just for accountability. Said he doesn’t even remember why he shares location and camera with me. That’s the best part.

The screen clicks on. He’s alone in the car. Engine off. White t-shirt clinging to him like it’s afraid to let go. Chest rising. Muscles flexing with every slow breath.

I whisper into the mic.

“You can hear me now.”

His head jerks slightly. His brow twitches. Then relaxes.

I see his lips part, just barely.

“Yeah…” he murmurs. “H-hear you…”

His voice is slow. Distant. That delicious, dumb softness I’ve trained into him.

I lean in.

“Show me your chest. Slowly.”

He doesn’t hesitate. Just lifts the shirt with one hand, pecs rising in the frame. He flexes them without thinking. His abs ripple. His face stays blank, but I catch it, the twitch of arousal. The pride.

That little flash of he knows he looks good.

Good boy.

“Flex them harder.”

He groans. Not from effort… from pleasure. The sound is low, warm. His other hand drops to his lap. He doesn’t even notice it’s there.

“Touch yourself.”

And he does.

Slides his palm down. Rubs slowly over his cock through tight gym shorts. It’s already hard. Already leaking. I see the fabric twitch.

“Fffuck…” he mumbles.

I bite my lip.

His shirt’s bunched at his chest. His abs are slick. The car’s fogging just slightly. He’s still moving slow, steady, like this is normal.

Like obeying is safe.

“You’re not thinking anymore. You don’t need to think. Just follow. Just obey.”

His jaw slackens.

His pecs twitch.

He breathes deep, and I see the moment it hits. That soft wash of pleasure in his eyes. That warmth that says thank you. He strokes harder.

“Say it,” I whisper. “Tell me what you are.”

He shudders.

“I’m a good boy…”

“Louder.”

“I’m a good boy,” he groans. “Just wanna flex… stroke… be good for you…”

He’s red now. Sweat dripping down his chest. That blank, proud smile spreading across his lips like he knows he’s turning himself into the perfect toy.

All for me.

And I’m just watching.

Controlling.

Waiting.

“You’re gonna edge until I say otherwise.”

No Going Back

Steven had be behind bars for well over a year after being busted for selling drugs. At his age going in the slammer there was always a chance you wouldn't get out thanks to his aging body.. But as he waited for release he flipped through a magazine and saw this ripped young stud named Jordan Torres, damn he was hot and he knew it, hee showed his hot bod off in every pic. Fuck if only he could look like that maybe he could have had a better life.

He needed to head out now, his biker buddies were throwing him a welcome home party.

Supermodel Jordan Torres was just getting into the shower when a sudden jolt of electric flowed through his body, he fell to the ground.

Steven was putting on his best leather before heading to the party at the bar when the same jolt flew threw him and knocked him unconcious.

When Jordan came to he felt so heavy and his body ached so much. When he got up he saw he was in the body of a much older leather biker, he had a massive gut and reeked of cigar smoke.

Steven was poped up in the shower when he woke up, his massive gut gone and a huge surprise waited for him in the crotch department, fuck! he shouted, he was Jordan Torres, he spent a good hour tugging and fingering his new body.

Jordan as Steven eventually goy picked up and taken to his welcome home party. Once he was drunk enough the ne Steven let loose, eventually by nights end he took home 2 twinks and a cub all who loved calling him Daddy. It seemed once Jordan zoned out his new body ran on memory. he went along hoping this was just some sort of Nightmare. The two men spent months in each others body, Jordan getting Steven into shape and creating a sexy Leather Daddy,

While Steve spent his time leathered up and fucking whoever he wanted.

Brian was desperate he needed money fast or else the bookie he owed would do god knows what with him. He heard of the Body Swap 72 program and decided what the hell let someone else deal with this body for awhile, at least for 72 hours he wouldn't be gambling his life away, or so he thou

Enter Casper, the 70 year old had recently been trying to recapture his youth. A youth he wasted living in a loveless marriage having kids that don't even bother with him

$5000 later Brian was waiting for Casper to arrive, he was a bit on edge about spending the next 3 days as an old man but he needed the cash. the switch happened, Casper was immediately energized, he pulled up Brian's shirt to inspect the goods

Brian on the other hand was about to learn that aging sucked. As he stood there looking at his old body he was so turned on by it, but his dick couldn't get hard which was embarrassing. Casper teased, I'd let you fuck me old man but that dick ain't rising for no one. Brian became frustrated but quickly hatched a new plan of what to do while stuck as Casper. Casper spent his time fucking as many guys as he could Brian made use of him self in Casper's body, emptying the old man's accounts He had gone on a spending spree creating a bank account under his real name with all of his money safely deposit, a fool proof plan, or so he thought.

Brian passed his old body one night as he passed the night clubs, the old man had started smoking in his body, which sickened him. He didn't feel so guilty about ripping him off now. It'd take him month's to loose the habit.

he turned to cross the road without looking when suddenly a truck barreled down the road hitting Brian as Casper dead on.

Casper took a drag on his cigarette before walking over to his old body which was laying bleeding in the road. You Don't think I know what you did, I had an eye on my cash in case my ass hole kids tried anything while I was you. Thought you could fuck over this old man huh? Casper said to Brian who knew he was about to die. Thanks for making it easy for me to get my cash, get to screw my kids over like they did me. And thanks to the BS72 contraact when one of the participent dies during the 3 days, the surviving one gets to keep the others body. Thanks Sonny Boy, I've got the money and the body now. He decided to give him one last look as he walked away leaving his old body to die in the street.

It was another peaceful Saturday afternoon when I was sitting by the window enjoying a late breakfast of cinnamon oatmeal with banana slices. I knew I had to go into work soon, but I had been trying this new thing where I slowed down and enjoyed the smaller joys of life lately. 

I’ve been pretty stressed for a while now. My friend Jojo and I have been splitting the rent for a single bedroom apartment for the past half of a year now. Although we’ve been able to stay afloat, I’d be lying if I said we weren’t struggling. We’re basically living from check to check with little money leftover. One stroke of bad luck and we’re going under. We had been lucky thus far, but our good luck had just ended when Jojo got laid off last week. My manager was kind enough to let me pick up double shifts at work, but even then it wasn’t enough money! We had just scraped by for this month’s rent. The next month will come before we know it and we don’t even have half yet!

I sighed as I finished the last few bites. All the double shifts had started catching up to me. I was tired even after sleeping in. I knew Jojo said he was gonna find a way to make money quickly. I told his dumbass not to do anything stupid or illegal, as I knew he had often joked about becoming a whore, but apparently his big idea was to start some kind of OnlyRentals account. He was explaining it to me how it worked, and it sounded pretty stupid if I’m being honest. Exactly what I told him not to do.

I walked into our bedroom and saw Jojo sleeping soundly in just his boxed in bed. 

“Must be nice…” I muttered to myself. 

I rummaged through my things trying to find a clean pair of socks. Jojo began tossing and turning in his bed. Oh no! Poor thing, I was probably making too much noise for the light sleeper to sleep… So I went ahead and slammed the drawers as I searched for my clothes. If I didn’t get to sleep in till 1, neither did he!

I eventually found everything I needed and proceeded to get dressed for the long work day ahead. Jojo was still laying sprawled out on his bed. I was surprised I didn’t wake him up, it usually didn’t take much to wake him. But there he laid, motionless and asleep.

In the brief moment between taking off my underwear and putting on clean ones Jojo let out a loud, raspy gasp. I stood there, naked and confused, and stared at him. I had never heard him make that kind of noise before. I wasn’t sure whether to check on him or just ignore it. As I stood there thinking of what to do, Jojo let out another noise. It sounded like he was choking and struggling to breathe. 

“Oh shit, Jojo!!” I shouted as I ran to him. I was gonna grab and start shaking him, but I hesitated when he started thrashing around on his bed. He was flailing around erratically and endlessly. I stood there, watching him. I didn’t know what to do! I had never been in that kind of situation!

Then, out of nowhere, Jojo’s eyes opened. I saw how bloodshot his eyes were. I took a step back at the sight of it. Jojo started arching upwards too. It looked painful, seeing him stretch like that… He was still gasping while all this happened too. This disturbing sight continued for a few seconds that felt like an eternity, then Jojo slammed back down to his bed, as motionless as before he started flailing. 

I stood there, hand against my beating heart, trying to process everything that had just happened. It felt like I had just witnessed a man have a seizure and then have it resolved by itself! 

After another brief pause, Jojo’s eyes opened again. They weren’t bloodshot this time, they looked as white as ever. He rolled out of his bed, and began to look and feel around his body. 

“Jojo…? You feeling alright?” I whispered. Jojo probably didn’t hear me, as he proceeded to take off his boxers instead, leaving him fully nude as he continued to flex and show off.

I averted my eyes. Jojo and I were close, but not that kind of close! He reminded me I was still naked, and I began scrambling for something to cover my junk with. I felt myself getting hot in the face too… What the fuck is with him? Jojo had always valued his body after all the hard work he put in the gym to get it, but he was never self-indulgent about it! Seeing him admire himself like this was fucking weird! 

I turned slightly to look at him, and of course he was still just admiring his body. Even worse, I could see that he was starting to get hard too. I looked away again.

Ugh, why is he acting like this!? At least I had the decency to wait until he was out of the room if I was gonna pull some weird masturbation shit like this!

I had finally found something long enough to cover up with. I held the shirt I found against my junk, and turned back to Jojo with a scowl on my face.

“Hey, Jojo!!” 

Jojo stopped whatever he was doing after I shouted at him. He turned to look at me, and gave me a look of confusion. As if somehow I was in the wrong for interrupting him!

“What the fuck is wrong with you!? First you have me busting my ass trying to get enough money to keep this shitty ass apartment while you’re just fucking around being a lazy fatass!!”

I had enough of him, I was gonna let him have it. I wanted to yell until I physically couldn’t anymore, but I was interrupted by the sound of my phone going off. It wasn’t my normal notification sound, it was the one specifically for bank notifications. I reached out and grabbed my phone. I opened it, and nearly dropped it at the sight of the message.

“Holy sh- 600 dollars!?” I shouted. I tried to make sense of it in my head but I couldn’t. Who would just Venmo us $600 just like that out of nowhere!?

“I paid good money to rent out this body, you know,” Jojo said. I turned back to look at him, still confused as ever. He only sighed after our eyes met. “OnlyRental? Ring a bell?”

It clicked in my head after he said that. Jojo did explain that OnlyRental was a place to rent out bodies, but I thought it was just a metaphor! Like some kind of euphemism for sex work, not literally renting out bodies!!

“So… uh, you’re not Jojo?” I asked.

“No, just a guest, and oh boy am I loving it here!” he flexed his biceps again, and his hardening cock pointed up too.

“Man, put that thing away, I don’t wanna see Jojo naked.”

“But I do,” he smirked as he wrapped a hand over Jojo’s thick cock. He smacked his lips as he began to jerk off, his hand going up and down Jojo’s lengthy member. I could hear his vigorous stroking as he began panting and moaning. He looked at me with eyes filled with lust, and that was my cue to leave.

“Okay, thanks for the money but this is Jojo’s work, not mine!” I quickly grabbed my clothes and ran out the room. It looked like Jojo and his client (his client in Jojo’s body I guess) needed some alone time anyway.

…And that was the story of the first client (and the run-in I had with him) Jojo had with his new line of work. It took some getting used to, but hey, at least money wasn’t our biggest problem anymore. I had to make myself scarce while Jojo had a visitor, but luckily they were always more interested in him anyway.

If Jojo keeps making steady money through OnlyRental, we might even be able to move out soon! I didn’t know if Jojo was open to the idea, but that conversation would have to wait until after he’s back in control. I saw him pulling out of the building’s parking garage, off to go earn another few hundred for renting out his body. Whatever pays the bills I guess.