For what its worth

"Luke, remind me exactly why you need my body to play this new game of yours?" Luke's father folded his arms over his younger body, the body of his son. "What difference does it make?"

Luke sighed and paused his game, then glanced over his shoulder. He got a glimpse of his bare ass as he looked at his father in his body; laying around in just a jockstrap in his father's huge body was such a turn on. "Dad, I told you already when you agreed to this! I'm just going to be sat around playing the new Zelda game for the next few days. You may as well have the time to enjoy my younger body and work out in it for me!"

Despite the logic not quite making sense, David wasn't exactly going to complain. For however long his son was playing this game he got to enjoy the fresh, youthful feeling of his son's body. It was funny how much you could appreciate being young again when you lost it, a feeling he could only assume his son would feel again when they switched back.

"Alright then Luke, if you're sure then I'm not going to complain about being you!" David glanced down at himself and grinned a little. His son had a hot body, not that he'd ever admit that out loud, so even if it wasn't as big as his own one was it still looked and felt amazing to be inside of.

Luke still had his game paused. "Please, you should really call me Dad right now Luke. Wouldn't want anyone that might happen to see us get suspicious, would we?"

David flushed crimson at the suggestion, but nodded regardless. "Oh... Okay then, I suppose that makes sense Dad."

Luke's cock throbbed in his jockstrap. He'd long wished to be older, never having felt like he truly fit in with his younger peers, so the day he'd found the body swapping spell tucked away in an old book in a local charity shop he'd been over the moon. He finall felt at home with the beefy, mature body of his father. He'd miss his old body a little, but giving it up was a small price to pay for the freedom and satisfaction he now felt.

Plus, he had another plan to set into motion now they'd swapped. Luke knew his father was mostly attracted to men after accidentally seeing his search history, and had guessed he tended to prefer the more submissive position from some of the videos he visited frequently. David had no idea Luke had found all this out, nor did he realise his son had noticed his less than subtle glances whenever Luke got out of the shower. Luke's Dad was into him, which was perfect for Luke as he'd been in love with his father for years. How could a young gay boy resist a single Dad that was always the sweetest guy?

Slowly but surely, Luke rolled over in his father's body to fully face his former body. Now face up, the rock hard cock in his underwear was unmistakable, and made David blush as he watched Luke grope it. "Come over here son. I've seen you looking at me before we swapped, and I know all about your taste in men. You like guys that will take charge, that will tell you to get on your knees and suck their cocks without room for disagreement." David's mouth hung open in a mix of shock and arousal at the sudden shift in tone from his son in his body. "So that's what I'm telling you to do. I know I said this was for a few days, but I think we both know it's not. You like being young again, I like finally having a body that fits how I see myself. So get over here and get sucking on your Daddy's fat cock, I know you want to."

All whilst he spoke, David watched as Luke pulled his impressively sized cock out of the tight jockstrap and gripped the base of it. Long, thick and curved just a little to the right, David was intimately familiar with that cock. He should run. He should deny it all and tell Luke to swap them back this instant. But... What if he didn't? He wanted this more than anything, and it was blindingly obvious Luke did too. It would be so easy to give into this fantasy. So easy to let Luke take over as the Daddy he wanted to be, whilst he got to be the submissive bottom he'd always secretly been.

And really, what was stopping him? Some sense of self that was mostly made up out of how the world expected him to act? Definitely not that they were related, he was long past caring about that, and it wasn't like they were actually hurting anyone. He could have his cake and eat it too if he wanted. Or, more accurately, he could have his son's fat cake of an ass and get it eaten by a handsome Daddy. All he had to do was say yes.

The next time David had a clear thought was an unknown amount of time later. His arms were wrapped around his former shoulders and there was a cock sliding in and out of his tight hole, all the while the sexy guy above him was saying all sorts of things about what a good son he was, how hot he was, and how much fun they were going to have going forwards. He was in heaven.

Luke meanwhile had been having the time of his life too. He could see the moment in his father's eyes when he broke and gave in. A wordless shift in his gaze followed by him stumbling forwards and dropping to the floor to deepthroat his cock. Luke had kept his son's head pressed down on his cock until he was satisfied he was ready to move on, then had made quick work of repositioning the pair so he could slide into David's ass with his beer can of a Daddy cock.

They had well and truly swapped for good, which was lucky as the spell had only been a one use thing. The parchment it was on had crumbled to dust after the first use, so ther would have been no going back anyway. The game release had just been an excuse, the perfect one to convince a father that liked videogames as much as he did. He was the father now though. He was the hunky older man he wished he'd always been, and had a hot gay son to fuck out of the deal too. Truly the best release day ever.

When your friends managed to get tickets to watch the World Cup final match, you were unfortunately unable to get that time off from work to join them. It was certainly a bummer, given how the experience would have been fun to enjoy with your friends. Still, it wasn’t all for waste. One of your friends promised to bring back a gift for you, so you could at least pretend that you had been there with them.

It took some time, but the package finally arrived in your apartment’s mailbox, weeks after the final match had happened. There was something about your friend forgetting to ship it out, the delivery package getting lost, or some other excuse you couldn’t be bothered to keep track of. Even if the world had moved on, you were glad to still get a gift from your friends who thought about you missing out. Eagerly opening up the small cardboard box in your tiny kitchen, you rifled through to find two bags of chips. Both of them seemed to come from some sort of fitness brand, something called Muscle Munchies. It wasn’t something you had heard of before, but you figured it must have been some branded sponsorship for the games. One of the bags was clearly meant to support Spain, given its brightly colored red-and-yellow packaging. There must have been another for Argentina, but your friend didn’t put that one in the box. The other back seemed more generic, or at least not World Cup-related. It was listed as Tropical Heat, with some summer beach vibes on the crinkly packaging.

Spicy! Hot! For that vacation getaway!

The branding itself seemed pretty cheesy to you, but even you couldn’t deny the appeal of a beach vacation, given how your life seemed to be wrapped up in work these days. It was still the summer; shouldn’t you be allowed to get out and enjoy the hot, summer sun, even for a little bit? Shaking your head, you pulled out your phone to send your friend a quick text and photo of their gifts, and finally arrived. While you had hoped more for a jersey or something more long-lasting, you knew better than to be picky about gifts.

Opening the first bag, you took a few bites of the chips. The flavor was enjoyable, sort of a salt-and-pepper with some extra heat. You couldn’t help but cough a bit at the sudden burst of chili that caught you off guard. Carrying both bags over to the couch, you made yourself comfortable. In your studio apartment, there wasn’t really much space for you to go anywhere else. These chips were the perfect snack to munch on while you caught up on all the TV shows you had been meaning to watch. In fact, it was surprisingly addictive, coming from a brand that you hadn’t heard of before. Maybe these were some healthy protein chips or something, based on the packaging. You barely noticed that you had snuck through about a third of the first bag, half-distracted by the show you had put on. But your body seemed to enjoy the flavor, your tongue already licking your fingers clean of that peppery seasoning.

There was a tightening, constricting feeling that made your face twitch and grimace slightly. Reaching down with your chip-dust-coated fingers, you tugged a bit at your shirt. You were pretty sure this was the baggiest piece of clothing that you had, opting for comfort and relaxation on your days off from work. But for whatever reason, it was feeling a bit more skin-tight. Something must have shrunk in the dryer, it seemed. Sighing, you were just about to give up with the light tug-of-war with your clothes before a sharp pinch at your crotch caused you to jolt upright.

A deep grunt of discomfort spilled out from your throat, although the reverberating bass was deeper than what you were familiar with. Whatever was going on with your clothes seemed to have affected your pants as well. The loungewear wasn’t exactly giving you the spacious, roomy feeling you were used to. Before reaching down to adjust yourself, you reached back into the bag to grab another handful of chips to cram into your mouth. It had been a bit since you had a taste, and you were already missing that salty, savory seasoning on your tongue. Not a single crumb was wasted, although the handful of chips was greater in volume than you had expected. Trying to wriggle your thick, sausage-like fingers and bear-sized paws wasn’t exactly easy with the smaller chip bag opening.

Satisfied with the new taste, you let out a deep, hearty belch. It seemed your stomach must have been holding in a large amount of gas, given how your belly seemed to sink further down out of view. The burp was satisfying in its own right, and you could now comfortably see the outline of your abs pressed up against the tight confines of your shirt. Each breath you took seemed to make the ridges and bumps rise and fall, and you found yourself easily distracted by the mesmerizing display. In fact, it wasn’t until there was the very audible sound of a rip from underneath you that caused you to focus on the task at hand.

Unfortunately, you hadn’t prioritized the tightness of your pants, and the fabric had given way against your thicker frame. Maybe next time, you would consider getting a size up. The rip seemed to split perfectly down the sides and back, and a simple wriggle of your hips caused the stretched fabric to peel itself off your body. You grunted once more, your field of view rising up from the couch a few inches. Of course, finding pants that fit was always a struggle with such a thick, muscular ass. That was probably what caused your pants to rip in the first place, as this wasn’t the first time your juicy bottom had busted through some fabric. You distinctly remembered bending over to pick up some dropped papers at work, only for the seams to split open and offer your co-workers a full view of your fat, muscular butt. The only saving grace from that day was you remembering to put on underwear, instead of free-balling it like you usually did.

​Pulling away the tattered bits of fabric, you made a mental note to go clothes shopping tomorrow. But then again, there was nothing more comforting than just roaming around your place in either your underwear or fully naked. After all, this was your place. You could do whatever you wanted. You reached over to grab a few more chips to snack on while you were lost in thought, only to find that your first bag was completely empty. Licked clean of any seasoning. When did you finish snacking on it? Furrowing your bushy, hairy brows in confusion, you rubbed at your thickening forest of facial hair on your chiseled jawline. Good thing your friend had gotten you two bags of chips as a gift. At your older age, it was only natural that you would begin to forget things, you supposed.

You moved to open up the second bag, only for your strained shirt to bust off your cannonball-sized shoulders. You hadn’t even bothered to flex before the fabric chose to give up. Usually, you save this sort of stuff for your online videos, as hordes of young men would throw themselves and their savings at you for a chance to send a personalized video of you bursting out of their tiny shirts. It was how you built up such a high following, given how eager the boys were to see a muscle daddy showing off some real masculinity. You began to pull away the tattered bits of clothing, letting your heaving, impressive pair of pecs have a chance to breathe. A light sheen of sweat dotted along the skin, glimmering under the soft glow from the television. An idle hand reached over to tweak and tug at your puffy nipples, drawing out a low moan from deep inside of you. It was hard not to play with them; when they were this sensitive, you often spent your mornings enjoying yourself in private.

The little act clearly invoked a physical response from your body, and your hips rolled upwards to match the slight tease. While your muscular mounds blocked most of your view when you looked down, there was very little that could hide your third leg pointing up between your steel thighs. Each tweak at your nipples caused your mast to stiffen bit by bit, growing to an impressive height beneath that compression-tight underwear. You alternated between snacking and playing with yourself, savoring the half-spicy, half-sour taste of the second bag.

The sun's bright light streamed in through the windows, replacing the dark night sky in an instant. It cast a clearer view of your half-naked body, while the sounds of the ocean waves spilled in from one of the open windows. You smirked as you reached down to adjust the heavy baton, only fondling the swollen, aching balls beneath. You could practically feel the churn of that thick, alpha, baby batter between those two orbs. Leaning back, you glanced around the spacious mansion, enjoying the opulent display of wealth and power in your summer vacation home. Of course, there was nothing more satisfying than returning to Spain, given that you spent half the year here. You were something of a legend around these parts, both through your online personas and as a successful, influential businessman. The years of experience you had working certainly helped, and with all your hard work paying off, you could fully enjoy everything life had to offer.

Reaching over to grab the last bit of chips from your second bag, you popped them into your mouth without a second thought. You did take a moment to admire your thick, veiny forearms. Sun-kissed and tanned to a beautiful caramel color, you couldn’t help but smirk at the years of skin care and treatments you had to look so healthy. Even at your age, people always assumed you were much younger than you actually were. The white hairs were always an easy hint, but you actually liked embracing that side of yourself. And from the eager fans hoping to grab your attention, it seemed like they liked that side of you, too. Perhaps you should head out to your private beach later in the afternoon. It seemed like a perfect day for some nude sunbathing.

But before you could do that, you remembered to grab the last item from the box of fan mail one of your cash cows had sent over. You hadn’t noticed it before, tucked away underneath the chip bags, but it seemed like there had been a jersey celebrating your country’s victory in the World Cup. You supposed you could do a little video thanking the pay pig for their financial contribution to your increasing wealth, since they were always so obsessed with seeing your pecs and biceps burst out of their shirts.

Pulling out your phone, you tugged on the snug shirt. Holding it up at the right angle to begin filming, you made sure you flash your signature smirk and wink before flexing hard. And as the third piece of clothing of the day burst into tatters, you couldn’t help but admire just how perfect life was for you. Your team might have won the competition, but you were winning every single day of your new life.

"Luke, remind me exactly why you need my body to play this new game of yours?" Luke's father folded his arms over his younger body, the body of his son. "What difference does it make?"

Luke sighed and paused his game, then glanced over his shoulder. He got a glimpse of his bare ass as he looked at his father in his body; laying around in just a jockstrap in his father's huge body was such a turn on. "Dad, I told you already when you agreed to this! I'm just going to be sat around playing the new Zelda game for the next few days. You may as well have the time to enjoy my younger body and work out in it for me!"

Despite the logic not quite making sense, David wasn't exactly going to complain. For however long his son was playing this game he got to enjoy the fresh, youthful feeling of his son's body. It was funny how much you could appreciate being young again when you lost it, a feeling he could only assume his son would feel again when they switched back.

"Alright then Luke, if you're sure then I'm not going to complain about being you!" David glanced down at himself and grinned a little. His son had a hot body, not that he'd ever admit that out loud, so even if it wasn't as big as his own one was it still looked and felt amazing to be inside of.

Luke still had his game paused. "Please, you should really call me Dad right now Luke. Wouldn't want anyone that might happen to see us get suspicious, would we?"

David flushed crimson at the suggestion, but nodded regardless. "Oh... Okay then, I suppose that makes sense Dad."

Luke's cock throbbed in his jockstrap. He'd long wished to be older, never having felt like he truly fit in with his younger peers, so the day he'd found the body swapping spell tucked away in an old book in a local charity shop he'd been over the moon. He finall felt at home with the beefy, mature body of his father. He'd miss his old body a little, but giving it up was a small price to pay for the freedom and satisfaction he now felt.

Plus, he had another plan to set into motion now they'd swapped. Luke knew his father was mostly attracted to men after accidentally seeing his search history, and had guessed he tended to prefer the more submissive position from some of the videos he visited frequently. David had no idea Luke had found all this out, nor did he realise his son had noticed his less than subtle glances whenever Luke got out of the shower. Luke's Dad was into him, which was perfect for Luke as he'd been in love with his father for years. How could a young gay boy resist a single Dad that was always the sweetest guy?

Slowly but surely, Luke rolled over in his father's body to fully face his former body. Now face up, the rock hard cock in his underwear was unmistakable, and made David blush as he watched Luke grope it. "Come over here son. I've seen you looking at me before we swapped, and I know all about your taste in men. You like guys that will take charge, that will tell you to get on your knees and suck their cocks without room for disagreement." David's mouth hung open in a mix of shock and arousal at the sudden shift in tone from his son in his body. "So that's what I'm telling you to do. I know I said this was for a few days, but I think we both know it's not. You like being young again, I like finally having a body that fits how I see myself. So get over here and get sucking on your Daddy's fat cock, I know you want to."

All whilst he spoke, David watched as Luke pulled his impressively sized cock out of the tight jockstrap and gripped the base of it. Long, thick and curved just a little to the right, David was intimately familiar with that cock. He should run. He should deny it all and tell Luke to swap them back this instant. But... What if he didn't? He wanted this more than anything, and it was blindingly obvious Luke did too. It would be so easy to give into this fantasy. So easy to let Luke take over as the Daddy he wanted to be, whilst he got to be the submissive bottom he'd always secretly been.

And really, what was stopping him? Some sense of self that was mostly made up out of how the world expected him to act? Definitely not that they were related, he was long past caring about that, and it wasn't like they were actually hurting anyone. He could have his cake and eat it too if he wanted. Or, more accurately, he could have his son's fat cake of an ass and get it eaten by a handsome Daddy. All he had to do was say yes.

The next time David had a clear thought was an unknown amount of time later. His arms were wrapped around his former shoulders and there was a cock sliding in and out of his tight hole, all the while the sexy guy above him was saying all sorts of things about what a good son he was, how hot he was, and how much fun they were going to have going forwards. He was in heaven.

Luke meanwhile had been having the time of his life too. He could see the moment in his father's eyes when he broke and gave in. A wordless shift in his gaze followed by him stumbling forwards and dropping to the floor to deepthroat his cock. Luke had kept his son's head pressed down on his cock until he was satisfied he was ready to move on, then had made quick work of repositioning the pair so he could slide into David's ass with his beer can of a Daddy cock.

They had well and truly swapped for good, which was lucky as the spell had only been a one use thing. The parchment it was on had crumbled to dust after the first use, so ther would have been no going back anyway. The game release had just been an excuse, the perfect one to convince a father that liked videogames as much as he did. He was the father now though. He was the hunky older man he wished he'd always been, and had a hot gay son to fuck out of the deal too. Truly the best release day ever.

What happens when the former twink doesn’t want to switch back with you?

Possession Chapter 1: Jake and Sean

“I look fucking good.” I thought as I admired Sean’s body in the mirror. I could feel Sean’s mind fighting for control. He’d lose, of course, but I liked that he wasn’t giving in so easily.

“Sean, we gonna see you at the party tonight?” Jake said, slapping Sean’s ass from behind. “We gotta celebrate that winning play tonight!”

“Of course man. Can’t wait.” I said through Sean’s voice.

Jake was my real goal. I’d seen him around campus and he was in my psych 201 class last year. Muscle stacked on top of muscle with cute dimples to complete the look. Every man wanted to be him and every woman and gay wanted to fuck him.

I watched him leave, admiring his muscular ass on the way out of the locker room.

Sean fought me each step of the way as I got ready for the party. I could tell he was starting to tire but admired his determination. “Calm down and just relax.” I said out loud to Sean’s reflection in the mirror. “Just one night and then you can have your body back. Who knows, you might actually enjoy it. I can tell you’re tired so save your strength for later.” His mind relaxed, knowing he was just making it worse for himself. “Better, now just sit back and let me take your body on the ride of its life.” I felt his mind grumble and threaten me. He didn’t know who I was so I let him.

The music was pounding as I walked into the frat house most of the football team belonged to and was immediately greeted with a red solo cup of cheep beer.

“To that awesome play!” The frat bro said as we touched cups and drank.

I walked around the house looking for Jake before finding him in the corner.

“Hey! The Man of the Hour. Glad you decided to join us.” Jake said getting up from the couch and leaving the gaggle of girls that had congregated around him.

“Of course.” I smiled. “Hey Jake, can I talk to you alone for a moment…outside?”

Jake took a swallow from his beer, draining the cup. “Of course bro, what do you need?”

We could still hear the music pounding as we walked into the backyard and around the corner of the house. We were surrounded by darkness.

“Dude, what’s with the secrecy? What did you want to talk about?” Jake asked, leaning up against the wall.

I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just pushed him against the wall and kissed him deeply. His body froze for a second before relaxing into my kiss. He gripped Sean’s hips, moaning softly.

“Didn’t know you were such a good kisser, Sean.” Jake said when our lips parted to take a breath.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” I said with Sean’s voice.

Jake smirked. “Oh?” He asked. “Gonna show me?” He spun around and dropped his pants. His muscular ass prominently displayed in a jockstrap.

“Never pegged you for a bottom.” I joked as I slide a finger into his hole, surprised at how well it stretched for me.

Jake moaned. “I like what I like and fuck labels.” Another moan as I brushed his prostate. “Just fuck me already, Sean.”

I obliged. His body took Sean’s cock easily. This was clearly not his first time. Even Sean seemed to be enjoying the feeling of fucking his teammate.

“Oh fuck. That’s right. Right there. Harder!” Jake grunted and moaned with each thrust. I gripped his hair and pulled his head back as he braced himself against the wall. “That’s right, Sean. Own my ass.”

I fucked him until we both shot our loads, mine deep inside Jake and Jake’s painting the stucco wall of the house.

Jake’s legs were shaking as I pulled out of him, my cum dripping onto the ground.

Jake pulled up pants. I could see a dark spot forming in the back as more of my liquid love dropped out of him. “Damn you’re a good fuck. I mean, I’d heard stories but that was something else.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I slapped Jake on the ass.

We walked back into the party as if nothing happened. Jake returned to the group of girls and continued on as if any of them had a chance with him.

A man of my word, I released my hold on Sean after the party. I felt Sean’s confusion as I left.

A few days later, I saw Sean and Jake holding hands as they walked through the campus.

“Another successful possession.” I said out loud to no one as they passed right by me, ignorant of who I was.

I watched the campus go by, spotting a rather arrogant looking freshman trying to hit on some girls who were clearly not interested. He didn’t seem to be taking no for an answer.

And how’s that fit for ya?

Nice, man… very nice..

Yeeaah I figured you’d be happy in a suit like this. Damn, get a feel of those tits. How’d you find a guy like this anyways?

Aahhh, it’s… It’s complicated..

Let me guess… Personal trainer neighbor? You were sold when you watched him mow the grass?

Worse…

Ooh, one-night-stand? Couldn’t get rid of the memory of worshiping this huge bod all night?

Worse…

No… family?

… Brother..

Noooo shit, dude... Hah! I was gonna say, you two bear a striking resemblance.

From another mother... but, yeah..

Can’t blame you, bro! Not with guns like this..

Mmppff… fuck, these feel insane. No wonder he’s always flexing in the mirror.

Yeeaah, man… get a whiff of ya too.. woof!

Ha! Stooop, dude… I’m getting hard!.. feels.. huh, feels weird…

Oh! Let me help you there… annnd..

AA-OOoooooohh, fuck!

Yeah, man, you can feel that meat now, huh?

UUunngg, it’s like I slipped into his cock like a sleeve, and I felt me fuckin.. explode into his size! Damn I’m packing..

You’re acclimating very well!

Yeah, man.. I’ve wanted to do this for fuckin ever… He won the genetic lottery, I don’t know what happened with me, heh..

Stoooop, man, you were already cute! But now?… Mmff, what a unit…

Shit yeah, bro, I can feel how much you’re into this! You got—… Damn, when’d you lose your drawers?

As soon as I realized I needed to feel my meat up against this cake.

RRNngh, goddamn you’re.. you’re thick… greedy fucker aren’t you?

You have no clue. I just wanna feel all of you, dude. In fact, I might just have to try you on myself.

Uuooghh, fuck you’re so deep, bro! I can feel—…

Feel me thrusting up into your cock, right? FUCK you’re big! Ooh, you’re gonna love this…

G-guuoh my god! Shit you gotta tight grip!!

That’s right, man, flex harder for me!

I—UUGH—OOUUhhh…

Theeerree you go, dude, keep sliding in, mmmfff… let’s get, uunnhh, fuckin’… huuuuge…

Aauuhh, fuuuuckk dude, s-s-soooooo BIIIIG…. MMMPFFF yeah bro, sss-streeetch us OOoouut, gimme—gim—UUUHH—FFUUOOHHH FFFUCK!!

Oohh—Uuoohh—Huuhh… Hoooo, WOW. Hoomygod, fuck what a mmesssss… Jesus Christ, man, I can’t believe it took all that to tap me out. But fuck get a look at us!

Look at these… guns as big as my head… And these.. mmff, these titsssss, yeeeow! Damn I gotta be 280 at least, and… god, I’m gonna choke some motherfuckers with this thing. Hah! Almost hurts to swing around.

Alright dude, I’ll let you go your own way, but first we’re gonna have a weekend together that’ll change your fuckin’ life. Hell, you might come crawling back to have me to slip you on like a condom on the regular… All my other clients do.

Strap in, bro, this is gonna be fun.

That used to be me pinned to the ground by officer Ben Collins, six foot four and 230 lbs of pure muscle who had pressed on my windpipe so hard when he tackled me to the ground I was almost killed. I hadn’t even been doing anything wrong but when you’ve been living on the streets for a couple years everyone thinks you’re guilty of something. Luckily for me my mother had made me wear a necklace since I was ten she said would protect me if I was ever in mortal danger. One minute I was seeing stars, the next I was looking down at my passed out and hand cuffed body below me. My old body was hauled away by another unit that had shown up and I sat in Collins' cruiser staring in disbelief at my new face in the mirror. He was huge,arms and legs the size of tree trunks, rippling abs and massive pecs I’d easily doubled in size in seconds. Was I dreaming, had I died on the street and this was what heaven was being in the body of a beautiful man? I didn’t know if this was real but I’d better enjoy it while I can. I unbuckled my belt and and caressed the bulge in my pants and unzipped my pants unleashing an eight inch monster that smacked the steering wheel and proceeded to get fully undressed right there the tinted windows hopefully providing cover. The power I felt was enough to drive me crazy it only took a few minutes of working my large hands up and down his already glistening meat while hearing the sound and feeling the weight of his hefty balls slapping against my skin around me before I was making a mess all over the car. I was left smiling and chest heaving basking in the smell of sweat and sex that radiated from my new body as the police dispatch tried to reach me over the radio.

That was a few weeks ago and it wasn’t a dream my new body was mine to keep and I still had all of the knowledge of how to do his job. I decided to pay it forward. I let people who seemed like they needed a break like the old me off with a warning, meanwhile rich entitled assholes found themselves getting a ticket for going one mile over the speed limit. My favorite way of helping the community was patrolling around my old favorite hookup spots and stopping the same kind of twinks that always drove me crazy. I loved how they would stare not at my face, no but at my uniform the first three buttons always undone my pecs and chest hair always popping out strategically. Then they would make their way down to my crotch. I always made sure to wear my tightest pair of pants those days almost busting a seam when my dick would pulse with excitement and while their eyes were undressing me I would slip them my card and say in my deep gravely voice, “hope I can see you tonight handsome”. On the card was my new address, a beautiful house in the suburbs that I’m sure Ben was planning to fill with a wife and a couple of brats, followed by the words, “ To Protect and Serve YOU, come by and I’ll show you a good time”.

Like what you see? Me too. I didn't always look like this though.

My personal trainer of the past few months chatted a bit in between sets. I found out he was gay and it got very deep very quickly. He told me that he was unfulfilled because other the years, he often got everything he wanted due to his looks, but this meant he'd developed a submissive side and craved humiliation.

This opportunity seemed too good to be true, but I decided to go for it. I told him about a spellbook I picked up on my travels, but had never been able to use. I explained how it could swap traits between people. I could see he tried to act casually, but he was definitely interested. I hadn't used it yet because both sides needed to agree and I'd never built up the courage to ask anyone.

And so, that's how I got to drain him of his muscle, tattoos and general physical assets, while dumping my fat and a few years of aging on him. I mean, he stills looks cute - and those months we spent in the gym/my hard work are starting to show for him too.

I nominated myself as his dom and told him to get on Grindr. Previously he'd moaned that so many people wanted to be dominated by him, but this time, I hoped things would be different. He put in 35 (instead of 25), his new heftier weight and "bear". I could see he was hard the whole time. I told him to make it kinky that he was a gainer and he happily did.

He found it both shocking and joyfully humiliating. He wasn't used to be ghosted, nor that those who did reply often had average at-best bodies, but still better than his now.

Before he had time to go on his first fuck date though, I gave him his second task. I told him to pack up all his clothes and shoes and bring them to my place. My feet were 3 sizes bigger, and my clothes didn't really fit properly now either. Besides, the style was all wrong. I didn't want baggy polos, I wanted sportswear to show this body off.

Dutifully, he brought box after box of his stuff. I could hear him lightly panting from the physical activity of moving the boxes. I chuckled and gave him the boxes with my thing in. I laughed at him for being out of breath and I could see him turn a hue of red.

He stuck around while I unpacked. I loved seeing all his stuff. The shoes, visibly well used for sports and with such a nice gentle aroma - my aroma now. The socks, discolored and well worn. And the rest mostly joggers, shorts, and generally all geared to sport. I changed out of my previous things and threw them at him. Fuck, I couldn't belive my luck that he agreed to this!

With my closet now fitting my new persona and filled with sportswear and gym clothes, I was ready to test this body out for myself. I decided to head out for a 10km jog, and damn did it feel good. I'd never really been running before so Blake gave me some pointers and told me what pace to aim for. And he pointed out his running shoes - I didn't realize there was a difference, but apparently so. I ran shirtless around the beach and damn could this body move! It was a breeze and I just loved the glances I was getting. Stopping the timer on Blake's smartwatch, I approached Blake, sitting in the shade with my body glistening in sweat.

I downed some water and told him how amazing it was. He let out a nervous smile and said he was concerned that his body would suffer from my lack of knowledge on how to train it.

Caleb Delaney had heard the ring story so many times that the words had worn grooves in his patience.

State championship. Fourth quarter. Mud everywhere. Frank Delaney playing through a knee that should have taken him out in the second half. One last drive. One last hit. The kind of game old men turned into legend because no one could prove how much of it had been real.

The ring sat in a wooden box in Frank’s den, tucked beside yellowed newspaper clippings and a framed photograph of a younger version of Caleb’s father. In the picture, Frank was eighteen, broad-shouldered and grinning, hair thick and dark, one hand raised as if he could still hear the crowd. He looked nothing like the man standing in the den now.

Because aside from the fact that no one asked you out to any group vacation, your father is also not necessarily working during the summer since he's a principal in your former high school. Yes he still planned some admin stuff, joining development programs, interviewing people or might be attending some conference or meetings with city council, the district superintendent and whatnot, but summer is pretty chill too for a principal of a small high school like him. That leaves him with ample time to arrange his schedule favorably, he just never expected you to slip into him during his sleep and hijacked his summer.

You strategically slipped into him right before his first one-week paid vacation. Yes you still have to juggle his upcoming schedule, but he took another week-long break in the next 2 weeks so it's just a matter of utilizing the time you have. Besides, the conference he needed to attend this following week is still practically a vacation for you as you planned to use it as a way to find new, random hookups that you might never even encounter again. You never have sex before this or even flirt with others, but you're pretty sure a groan of complain about your shirt being too tight and a wink later, you can get anyone, men or women, on their knees begging to have a taste of your body.

But that's for later, as for now, you just finished interviewing that hot metropolitan twink that might be a tad too desperate for a job, he'll swing by tomorrow morning to convince you why your school should hire him to become an additional history teacher. If only he can be there today lathering your hairy, muscular form with the tanning oil you just bought.......ah well, not like you cannot enjoy time with your self.

Adam woke up in bed and looked around to try to get a sense of his surroundings. It was a crazy night last night at the bar. Adam noticed he was still naked from the fucking he got from that hot guy at the bar. He did go back to his place, where the man fucked Adam so hard and rough he thought he might end up pregnant from it. But Adam was loving every second of it.

Now awake, Adam was looking for his clothes, but he could only find his sexy blue underwear. As Adam looked around, he could not help but notice how nice the house was. Looking out the window, he recognized he was up in the hills with all the large mansion-style homes. The hot guy from last night must have done a great job.

Adam made his way to the kitchen, where he saw the man from last night. He was taller than Adam and had a solid build, which was visible from the tee shirt and mesh shorts he was wearing. He was cooking a post fuck breakfast and when he saw Adam a smile crept up on his face. He went over and gave Adam a kiss on his beard face.

Adam was a little surprised about the breakfast but he was hungry so he wanted to eat. Adam normally was just a fuck and leave guy but now this guy is different. Adam asked the man about his clothes. Randy the man's name said that Adam had taken off half of his clothes all over the house. Adama smiled and remembered last night it was true. he's pretty sure his pants are in the garage. Randy offered him a plate. Adam took it and sat down on the breakfast stool at the large kitchen island.

Randy Smilling said he actually preferred Adam wearing just that. Adam smiled back at that comment and he got lost in Randy's eyes they were so blue and pretty.

As the two finished the meal Randy asked if he wanted to go round two. Soon the two were humping on the kitchen counter. Adam just loved how big Randy's dick was it was perfect. But Randy would always whisper into Adam's ear. It was nothing bad but sex talk.

Randy was whispering that his dick was the best that Adam ever had, Adam loves being fucked, Adam falls in love with Randy, and wants to be with him. Adam thought that it was off but he was with each thrust that was slowly becoming true. Randy was like no other man Adam had ever been with.

The two started dating regularly. Randy always made the plans and was willing to fuck Adam. Adam the more he was with Randy the more he fell in love. He would agree with Randy on most things like how to look and when they fucked. Soon the couple was set to be married.

Some time later on the eve of the wedding Randy was nervous and at home had Adam come with him to the bedroom. He had to tell Adam something big.

Adam was not sure what to think when he heard that Randy had been hypnotizing him since the day they met. Nothing crazy Randy said but little things and small tweaks to change Adam's behavior. One is how Adam loves being fucked, and how his dream man slowly became Randy. But some changes were small like Adam learning how to cook, cleaning up more around the house, and wearing jockstraps. These are things that Adam did not notice, but now he has mentioned that he noticed a lot of changes. All were to turn him into a perfect lover for Randy. How his time at the gym now was building muscles that Randy liked such as his ass, and chest. How Adam keeps his hairy chest and abs.

Adam was not sure how to handle all of this. How does his love make him think that. Did he even love or like Randy? Randy was so upset and was begging for forgiveness. He said not to worry and that everything could be ok again. Adam wanted to believe Randy so with a smile went in to hug Randy.

Jensen no encontraba sus calcetines de la suerte para su partido de fútbol de mañana, entonces salió de su cuarto para ir a preguntarle a su papá si los había lavado o algo así.

La sorpresa de Jensen fue encontrar a su papá sentado en el sofá sin camisa y viendo porno gay en el televisor.

Jensen al presenciar esa escena supo al instante que quién estaba sentado no era su padre, en cambio, se trataba de su amigo Sergio quién había poseído el cuerpo de su papá.

Ya era el colmo, hace unas semanas Sergio poseyó el cuerpo del padre de Jensen como un favor para presentarse a una reunión con el director por sus bajas calificaciones y evitar ser castigado, pero desde ese entonces Sergio de manera frecuente no ha dejado de apoderarse del cuerpo de su papá.

Con una cara de disgusto y enojo Jensen grito el nombre de Sergio y al instante vio como su padre respondió volteando la cabeza hacia el y mirar.

Sergio con una expresión de satisfacción le sonrió a Jensen y lo saludó diciendo hola con la voz del señor Georgios.

Jensen molestó le dijo a Sergio que ya no podía seguir poseyendo el cuerpo de su papá, que su interés de pertenecer dentro de el ya debe acabar porque se está volviendo cada vez más raro verlo hacer ese tipo de cosas.

Sergio soltó un suspiro seguido con una cara de tristeza, y le dijo que está sería la última vez que usaría su poder en su padre.

Jensen pensó que la situación había finalmente acabado pero ahí fue cuando su amigo le explicó que antes de soltar este cuerpo debía hacer un último asunto pendiente que ya tenía preparado, al parecer Sergio invitó a un jovencito extranjero a venir a la casa para tener una última noche de diversión. Por lo que estaba esperando para pedirle el favor a Jensen que saliera de la casa por unas horas para que los ruidos no lo molestaron.

Lo que acababa de decir Sergio con la voz de su padre no lo podía creer Jensen y aunque tenía ganas de volverle a gritar que no hiciera esa estupidez, al final aprobó la idea si eso significaba que las repentinas posesiones ya acabarían de una vez por todas. Entonces ya sin otra opción salió de la casa para dejar a su padre a solas con su cita y su papá le dijo a su hijo que se cuidara que luego se volverían a ver.