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(This is the sequel to “Bad Roommate”)

Ian was uncomfortable in a gay club, to say the least. After snatching his roommate (if you can call the guy whose house he haunts a roommate) Anthony’s body for a night of fun out on the town, he thought he’d be having nonstop fun, but it turns out a new coat of paint doesn’t fix a bad engine no matter how badly it makes you want to fuck the car. 

And that was the good part! Ian as Anthony looked very fuckable. He’d almost think that his ass was padded if he hadn’t squeezed it into the shorts himself. In his real body (which was long since gone) Ian had been very skinny and just sort of rolled out of bed and thrown on a t-shirt and some sweatpants, so he had no idea how to dress a body like Anthony’s, which was all bulk and muscles. He’d put on the tiniest shorts and the skimpiest tank top he’d been able to find in Anthony’s closet because… well he figured more skin showing was better, right? On paper the look was a fashion nightmare but through the sheer beauty of Anthony’s sculpted body it worked.

The problem was that he was still Ian inside, and the problems that had plagued him in life persisted in death. He was still socially awkward, and instead of flirting with every hot guy in the place like he thought he would he found himself huddling in a corner nursing a drink just like he did when he was alive. Here he was in the body of an adonis and he couldn’t even make a move on a dude! But there was an assortment of shot glasses beside him (he hadn’t had a drink in years and Anthony’s body had a pleasantly high tolerance) and the liquid courage was slowly taking effect. 

For encouragement he flexed one of his biceps, still feeling a thrill when he looked at the muscle that was his right now. Anthony’s cock twitched in his shorts, another pleasant reminder of the precious goods he was working with. Any dude would be lucky to get with him right now, he just had to keep telling himself that. Downing one last shot and slapping a twenty down tip on the counter (it wasn’t like it was his money!) he decided to brave the dance floor.

He caught several eyes sizing him up as he stalked into the crowd, and he was pretty sure at least one or two brave souls had groped him as he’d passed (not that he blamed them when he looked like this), so he was feeling good as he hit the center of the dance floor. He felt sexy and powerful, and with the bass pounding in his ears he was ready to wow everyone with his awesome dance moves. All eyes were on him after all, and he was gonna give them a show. He started busting out the old school moves, doing the cabbage patch, the sprinkler, the snorkel… he had no clue what it looked like but he was pretty sure he was killing it because everyone in the room had parted to leave him his own space. 

He was actually starting to have a good time! Maybe he’d just been dead so long he’d forgotten what it was like to have a body but moving felt so easy in Anthony’s body. All of his muscles weren’t just for show after all, and every move he made felt incredible. He was going into the zone, and when the music shifted to something with a slow, heavy beat his body began to move differently in response. The frenetic energy drained out of him and he fell into a groove of just… moving in response to the music rather than dancing. As if in a trance he began rolling his body, watching narcissistically as the muscles in his body coiled and flexed in response. Closing his eyes he just let his hands drift and dance over himself, disappearing into a space where it was just him and the amazing body he got to call his own for the night.

It took him a moment to realize that someone’s else’s hands were on him as well. Startled, he opened his eyes and realized that the crowd had closed back in around him and there was now a man with his hands on his shoulders bopping along to the music with him. This guy was somehow taller than Ian (which was a feat because Anthony’s body was pretty tall) but he was less bulky and had more of a slender build, and he smiled a charming grin down at Ian. Ian was mesmerized as he watched the neon lights of the club trace patterns along the guy’s sculpted jaw, their bright colors a beautiful contrast to his black skin. Ian was at attention in more ways than one.

“Hey, I’m Ken,” The guy introduced himself. “I’m digging your moves. What’s your name?”

“I’m–“ Ian paused. “I’m Ian.”

“Well it’s good to meet you Ian,” Ken said. “You’re quite the sight.”

“Oh, you like what you see?” Ian asked boldly, spinning around and popping his ass out more obscenely than it already was. Ken’s eyes were hungry with lust. 

“Let’s dance.”

In this case it turns out that “dance” meant “grind,” but neither one of them was particularly focused on semantics at the moment. Ian’s style of dance was all bump and thrust, tossing his new body around wildly like he didn’t know what to do with it (because he didn’t). In contrast Ken’s movements were fluid, and he slid over his partner like water over a plane. Ken’s wiry frame snaked around Ian as they bucked and ground together, a borderline pornographic sight in the middle of the crowded dance floor. Ian was glad he’d worn such a skimpy shirt because it ensured that there was no barrier between him and Ken, and everything around him was pleasure. The air of the club felt thick and sticky around Ian, leaving him in a breathless state of mind as the only thing he could think about was hands, skin, friction, and this beautiful man. 

And more than that, he was a beautiful man as well. The feeling of his own tight muscles flexing, the power in his hands as he gripped onto his partner, the way his body swelled in all the right places… it was intoxicating. A situation was being created. Ian’s joy over the prodigious size of his borrowed boner was being cut short along with his blood supply as his swelling dick struggled for space in his shorts. A combination of too much ass and too little space wasn’t helping.

“These shorts were a mistake,” He moaned, squinting his eyes shut and yanking away from his partner. “I really need to get out of these.”

Ken’s eyebrows shot up. “I’d be happy to help you with that.”

“Oh my god thanks, I’ve never worn these before and I don’t even know why he owns them but–“ Ian began to babble before his mind caught up with his mouth. “Wait, are you asking me to… have sex with you?”

“Uh, yes I was,” Ken teased, smile on his lips at how forward (he thought) Ian was being. He pressed in closer to Ian and traced one finger over the tight bulge in his shorts, enjoying the little whimper that the other man made in response. “If you’re into it, which it feels like you are.”

“Yes, oh my god, yes! Yes! I would fucking love to fucking fuck you.” To emphasize his point Ian grabbed Ken by the collar and smashed their faces together into a kiss, shoving his tongue into the man’s mouth like it belonged there. Ken gasped in surprise but returned the (sloppy) kiss enthusiastically. When he pulled back his lips were swollen and his eyes were wild.

“Your place or mine?” Ken asked.

“Let’s go to your place,” Ian grinned knowingly. “My roommate would kill me if I brought you back to our place.”

“No way man.”

“Come on!”

Anthony sighed and put his headphones back in. Ever since he’d moved in to this house Ian, the ghost of a previous tenant, had been a thorn in his side. The landlord was offering an insanely low-rate for the building on account of the haunting so Anthony figured he’d be able to put up with it, and it had been cool and exciting at first to live in a house haunted by a ghost at first! But as time went on and the novelty value wore off he realized that the positives were fairly minimal compared to the negatives.

Ian wasn’t exactly the textbook tortured soul with a tragic backstory, he was just a stoner twenty something who’d died prematurely in this building and now hung around to continue zoning out and playing video games. He and Anthony rarely saw each other (and wasn’t that how it went with college roommates?) except for when he wanted to harass Anthony to get him something from outside of the apartment, where his spirit couldn’t travel. Usually it was something simple like the new Call Of Duty or some more chips (he didn’t eat them, he just liked having them around) but today’s request was especially unusual.

“I’m not gonna bring dudes here for you to perv on,” Anthony said exasperatedly. “I’m not even gay dude.”

“Well yeah but you don’t want me watching you, so what am I supposed to do?” Ian’s spectral form flopped midair dramatically. “You don’t know what it’s like to be trapped here like this! My sex life was nonexistent before I became a ghost and I think dying made my number negative. Just one party with your jock friends where you convince them all to take their shirts off. Come on, this is the least you can do.”

“Don’t be jealous that I actually took care of my body and lived past the age of twenty-two and I wasn’t a  loser so I could actually get laid.” Anthony snapped. He normally tried to be patient with Ian but this conversation had gone on for far too long. “Besides, what kind of idiot dies from choking on a bagel?”

That was crossing a line. Ian became so furious he forgot that he was a ghost, and he shot forward to tackle Anthony. But his body lacked mass, and Anthony’s had plenty, and his form disappeared into Anthony’s with a thud. Both of them were equally stunned for a moment.

“What’s happening?” Anthony said nervously, frantically patting the space where Ian had just entered his flesh.

“I don’t know! I’ve never done anything like this before!” Came a voice from somewhere inside of his head. He plugged his ears as his head began to pound.

“Get the fuck out of me man!” Anthony felt tight in his own skin as his body was stuffed with two souls. He fell back on the bed, writhing for control of his body.

Suddenly the struggling ceased, and Anthony’s body went limp for a moment, only to shoot back to life moments later.

“Woah” his mouth uttered. He shook his head for a moment. “That was insane. Wait, am I…” He took a deep breath, shocked as he felt the feeling of air going into his lungs. He’d gotten used to the lack of sensation being a ghost, and being thrust back into life was intoxicating. He began to feel his face, before sprinting over to the mirror. He sized himself up and a huge grin broke out on his face. “This is awesome!” Ian cheered. Leaning in to the mirror, he began twisting his face into silly expressions. “Why, yes, I am Anthony.” he murmured in a silly voice. “Huhuhuh, oh this? It’s just the stick I keep up my ass.” He said. “Oh my god, what an ass though.” Twisting around, he arched his back and popped Anthony’s ass out obscenely. He gave it a few nice smacks, giggling a little as he felt the muscle jiggle slightly. Anthony had an absolutely amazing ass, Ian thought, as he reached his rough hands down and gave the two globes a nice squeeze. It was perky and firm as hell, but still soft.

“I see what you mean about keeping your body in shape.” Ian said, turning back around so he could appreciate Anthony’s front. Experimentally, he gave Anthony’s pecs a few pumps. He giggled. “I’ve always wanted to be able to do that but, you know, like you said, I was a loser.” Ian said, addressing the Anthony he saw in the mirror. “Nothing like you. Nothing like this.” He lifted one of his arms and gave it a flex, his eyes widening as the muscle expanded. He poked the muscle with his finger, surprised at how little give there was. He spent a few minutes twisting his arms and hands around, watching the engorged muscles dance. He slowly became aware of something else that was engorging. Anthony’s fairly confused cock had started to take an interest, and as loose as his shorts were they were growing tighter by the second. Closing his eyes, Ian crossed his fingers and leaned his head back.

“God, I know you did me dirty by killing me in my youth and letting me die a virgin, but please, PLEASE… let Anthony have a small dick. That’s all I’m asking for.” Taking a deep breath, Ian reached down and pulled out the waistband of Anthony’s shorts. “…Damn it. Of course. It’s not enough for him to be the handsome, muscular douchebag, he also has to have a massive dong. Of course.” He pulled the shorts out a little more. “Oh, the balls too. They’re perfect. Some guys get all the luck.”

“And then, just to balance the scales, some guys get to borrow that lucky mojo for a night or two of fun. Yeah…” He breathed. He straightened his back and grinned as he ran his hands down his body, his hands devouring the taut skin and muscles. Leaning back, he played his six pack like an air guitar, sticking his tongue out and winking at his reflection. He jumped up and down, letting his monster cock bounce freely. He began to have a dance party, suddenly full of energy. He marveled at the novelty of not being tired, enjoying the fruits of being a well-built man. Twerking didn’t seem so ridiculous when you were doing it with a plump, perfect ass. He laughed at the absurdity of the sight, a six foot tall stud acting like a complete idiot. Suddenly his expression twisted into one of shock and he slapped himself in the face.

“I’m serious bro, let me go! This is fucked up!” Anthony shouted, seizing control for a moment. His expression melted back into one of smugness and contentment.

“Oh I’ll let you go!” Ian said, reasserting control. “I doubt that this will work forever. But right now? We’re gonna have some fun tonight Anthony. I said I wanna lose my virginity, and I think that all of this” he gestured to Anthony’s body, lowering one hand to squeeze his crotch for good measure “is gonna be a lot of help.”

SA Spooky Encounter

After Scrappy Doo’s excommunication from the Mystery Inc. gang, he found his way to Spooky Island and began working in conjunction with the demons who inhabited the island to conquer the world through an ancient ritual that involved removing the souls of the living and the demons possessing the bodies of the individuals to protect them from the sun’s rays, which were lethal to the demon’s sensitive skin. Scrappy’s plan was to lure groups of college students to the island under the guise of it being a fun new spring break destination, have them possessed, and then teach the demons how to assimilate into society. Scrappy had gotten his plans together, and it was time to put them into action.

Scrappy brought his first group of young adults over, which included three very handsome college roommates who were ready for a week of nothing but booze and hot girls. This group included Collin, a very tall and lean cross country runner with beautiful blonde hair. There was also Michael, a mechanical engineer student and cheerleader with a tight and toned body that he didn’t care to show off. Rounding out the group was Seth, a self-obsessed weight lifter whose body was absolutely massive. The group exited the plane that morning and began there partying almost immediately after getting checked in.

That night, the party moved from the beach into the resort. Everyone was having a fun time drinking, talking, and dancing. No one had a care in the world. Collin was lounging on a couch near the window wooing a pretty girl, and he was about to get lucky. He began to rub his hand up her leg when her eyes widened in horror. “What’s wrong? I didn’t mean to make you feel uncom–” Collin was cut off mid-sentence as he heard the large window behind him shatter. There were multiple terrified gasps as he turned to come face-to-face with a massive, ten-foot-tall demon. The girl ran from the beast, but Collin was frozen in fear. He gulped and took a couple of steps back before being grabbed up in the demon’s massive claw. Collin struggled against the creature’s grip. It was no use. The demon breathed out a stream of green-tinted breath, which knocked Collin out cold instantly. Everyone was scared to death. That’s when it got worse. Dozens of these demons began appearing in the resort through windows, doors, underneath the floor, and so on. Seth was grabbed up pretty quickly after Collin, but Michael had managed to escape outside and into the forest surrounding the resort. He leaned back against a palm tree and caught his breath. He sighed out of relief and tried to devise a plan of what he should do next. That’s when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around, and one of the massive creatures let out a horrific growl at him. He was quickly swept up in the monster’s hand and tranquilized like the rest of the beach-goers had been.

As the spring breakers began to wake up, they realized they were trapped in a massive group in a cave, all of them bound with ropes. All of them except Seth. Seth was shirtless and trapped on a cross-shaped contraption with his hands stuck out to his sides and cuffed down. His feet were on a pedestal that had him lifted about three feet off the ground. His ankles were also cuffed to the contraption. As they began to rouse more, they noticed a man on a ledge overlooking them all. On the ledge was a joystick that appeared to control a pincer-like device that sat above a glowing vat. “Wha… what the hell is going on?” Seth demanded from the man on the platform. The man said nothing and instead began to work the joystick, moving the claw device closer to him. It hovered over his bare chest for a moment. Then, the man thrust the control forward, plunging the pincer into his chest; however, it didn’t hurt him. Instead, it began to glow blue around the area it had entered. The claw closed in his chest and began to pull backwards. It seemed to be dragging something out with it by a translucent blue tail. Eventually, a head emerged from Seth’s chest. It was a protoplasmic form of Seth’s head. Seth’s body fell limp after the extraction.

“Dude,” Michael leaned over to Collin who was bound next to him. “Is that his fucking soul?” The mechanical arm moved the claw over the vat and dumped Seth’s protoplasmic head in the vat below. Soon after, one of the demons jumped up from a crevasse in the ground and made its way over to Seth, its lanky body drudging slowly through the cave. It took its large paw, lifted Seth’s limp chin upward, and pulled his mouth downward. The creature took its other hand and began to push it slowly down into Seth’s mouth. The creature seemed to turn to particles as Seth’s body inhaled its new host. The creature’s arm was in, and before long, the body was manually swallowing the creature. After a few seconds, the last bit of the demon made its way down Seth’s throat, as his mouth closed tightly around it. Seth swallowed his new host hard as the creature landed hard in his stomach. Two more workers came over and helped the possessed Seth off the cross and led him away. This same process was repeated over and over until all of the students had been inhabited. They were taught how to act in the new society they would be going into, and they were sent on their way.

Seth, Collin, and Michal’s demons returned to their university and went through the motions of the men’s lives; however, they also had fun in the men’s bodies along the way. The creatures would have orgy after orgy in their new skin suits, sucking each other off and learning the wonders of the prostate. They couldn’t wait for the millennium ahead of them inhabiting these hunks.

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Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. After a few more groups of young adults had been brought over, the Mystery Inc. gang was swept up in the mess. In typical fashion, though, they were able to solve the case and save the day. This solution caused all of the protoplasmic heads to be released, sending them on the hunt to find and reclaim their bodies. The trio of friends made their way back to their university tougher, preparing for their imminent conquest.

Upon arrival, Collin found his body first. It was lounging in the friends’s apartment just watching TV. Collin’s spirit flew in through an open window as the creature got up to head to the kitchen. It heard something stir in the hallway, and when it turned to look, Collin’s head collided with its mouth, shoving its way in and knocking Collin’s body on his back. Collin’s spirit struggled for control, but Collin won out, and the demon was ejected from Collin’s chest, followed by a shower of green light. Collin raised up on his arms as his eyes widened in horror not knowing what to do next. The creature raised a hand to snatch him up, but sizzling welts began to form all over its body. The creature tried to cool himself off, but it was too late. The sun had hit the creatures sensitive skin, causing to explode almost immediately. Collin was dumbfounded. He shook off his exasperation, however, and made his way over to where he thought Michael’s body would be. 

Collin made it to the gym locker rooms the same time Michael’s protoplasm did.  They were right on the money. Michael’s possessor was showering off alone after cheer practice, leaving him wide open for attack. Michael propelled himself forward, gunning for his mouth. The creature turned in time to see the disembodied, translucent head trying to assail it. It swatted Michael’s spirit away, causing it to bounce off the walls as the spirit covered Michael’s mouth with his hand to prevent entry. “You really think that’s going to stop me?” Michael jeered. Michael’s spirit flew around his body’s ankles and legs before ramming himself up his own ass. The creature jumped at the sudden entry. His spiritual head found his way out of his rectum, up through his digestive tract, and eventually forcing his creature out with a stealth attack from below. Michael’s body fell back on his ass, propped on his muscular arms. Michael’s attack from below pushed the creature too hard for it to exit his chest normally. Instead, Michael opened his mouth wide as the creature was thrown from his throat. The green light began to glow from Michael’s throat followed by the shriek of the demon. The demon’s head came flying out, proceeded by the rest of its lanky body as it was thrown against the floor. Michael had expelled the beat from his body directly into the sun’s rays projecting through a window. The demon didn’t even have time to return to its feet before it had been thrown to smithereens. Collin walked over and helped Michael to his feet.

“You okay Dude?”

“Yeah,” Michale replied. “I don’t ever want anyone to tell me to get my head out of my ass ever again, though.” The pair laughed, and Michael got dressed before the duo headed off to find their other friend and make sure he returned to his body alright. They ran back to their apartment to find Seth’s head buzzing around the front door.

“The dick closed the window,” they heard Seth’s voice yell out desperately. The pair snuck to either side of the door. Michael counted down from three on his hand and threw the door wide open. Seth’s body was right behind the door, stunning the creature enough for Collin to collide with the mouth of his hulking form and slide down his throat. The force of the collision knocked Seth’s body on its back hard. The internal struggle in Seth was apparent, but something was off. Nothing was coming form Seth’s exposed chest or even his mouth. Seth’s stomach began to expand and bounce wildly. That’s when the two friends’ eyes widened in horror. The green light began to glow through the zipper of Seth’s skin-tight jeans. 

“Shit, shit shit,” Collin exclaimed. “ We have to get his pants off!” The pair quickly rushed to Seth’s aid as Micheal unzipped Seth pants and they pulled them down around his sneakers. Luckily he wasn’t wearing any underwear because no sooner had they gotten the pants down than two huge hands emerged from the tip of Seth’s penis, clutching the floor on either side of the bodybuilder. They heard the creature shriek as it heaved the rest of its form out of the piss slit. Seth’s dick hole stretched significantly to accommodate the exit. Finally the entirety of the creature was ejected from Seth’s cock. The creature slammed the door, cutting off the sunlight. It began to stalk towards Seth, and all the man could do was back his half-dressed body away from the creature on his hands. The creature began to reach towards Seth’s exposed body when he heard Collin yell, “Take this, you ugly bitch!” Collin yanked the shades up, flooding the room with sunlight. The creature yelled as he burst into flames. Michael helped Seth to his feet. Seth pulled his pants back over his now slightly hard member. 

The ghost was still exploring the place and found a man with a naked torso. "That man is quite sexy, I wonder if I can..." He move towards the man without being noticed by him. He observed a small hole under the man's back.

He flew towards the man's butt, and proceeded to enter his anus, surprising the man by the sudden cold he felt in that area. The man, observing the ghost, tried to remove him, but he could not, his hands piercing the body of the ghost.

"Please get out of me!" he screamed desperately as he let out a moan as the ghost had reached his prostate.

"What?" Such a sentence caught his attention, he had not thought of the man. Was it wrong to invade a body no matter how sexy it is? What justifies it? And despite that, he just wanted to do it. "Why should I go out?" he questioned as he continued to enter, causing the man an erection. "You seem to enjoy it, don't you?" he asked as he heard the man groan continuously.

Little by little, he took control of the man's body, until he reached his head, where he put the man's soul in the passenger seat, and he could feel what a human body was.

Memories of his host came to mind "So your... our... my new name is Damian" he said with his new voice, excited about the new life he is going to have.

Summer has begun, that time of year where anyone can show off their bodies due to the heat, time to enjoy themselves, time to go to parties... And time to possess hot and horny bodies too.

I was floating around like (almost) all ghosts do, and I came to stop at this party. Young and sexy men here and there showing the world their attractive attributes...

What better chance than now to find my next host!

I noticed a certain almost naked blond guy who was a little away from the others while drinking a glass of soda... Damn, that body would be mine.

I put my essence in the glass on his hand, and waited for me to be drunk. I felt him move me and put me in his mouth for his fuckable lips... Hot.

As it went all over his body, I could feel his big pecs, oh boy, I won the lottery! His body was very hot, and he could feel something cold invading him, it was me filling him with my ectoplasm little by little. I started stroking his prostate, which gave him an erection.

"Hmmm... Fuck yeah... This soda is incredible" he said with his perfect manly voice... Wow.

Little by little I was taking control over his body while I continued stroking his prostate with my tail. Seeing the great package he was carrying, I decided to leave his conscience intact, I mean, with everything I will do with a body like this, he will surely want to feel everything.

Although I really like to scare people, there's nothing I like more than having bodies, specifically men's, and that's why I'm here on the beach, where I can get the hottest ones, like this guy's.

When the man turned, I went through his ear, and I could hear some moans (I do not know if they were for complaint or pleasure). It didn't take long for the man to give me control of his body.

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"Hm... Fuck yeah... Hm... Yes... Ouh..." moaned the guy who was getting possessed. "Oh, yeah, f... Ah.. Ah... I'M... OH FUCK... I'M CU.. I'M CUMMING... OH FUCK!" The man cums a lot when the ghost finally settled into him.

"For the hundredth time, I don't want to go out now, let me finish" Edward said to the claims of his ghost friend.

"Oh come on Eddie, we both know you're not the type of man to read, so leave that book behind and let's have fun," asked Stuart. "Also, if you don't want to go out, why do you dress like this?"

"I'm just comfortable" he replied still concentrated.

"Well Eddie, you leave me no other choice" Stuart said floating out of sight of Edward, who read again.

"Wh-what?" Stuart floated over Edward, covering his body with his ectoplasm, making him to lean back. "What is this? It feels strange, but... Ouh... O... Hmm..." he was groaning, the feeling was strangely pleasurable. The ectoplasm entered little by little into the body of Edward, who enjoyed the experience, generating an erection.

"Oh yeah, that feels really good... Fu... Fuck...!" he exclaimed when all the ectoplasm entered his body, and he found himself being possessed by his friend Stuart.