DAMN

For a friend. ;)

With one hand, he caressed his new jock body, and the other, continued jacking off his gigantic member. Ben’s head jutted out from between the two meaty pecs, while the tear soaked bandana surrounding Jeff’s head was taken away. Giving only seconds to realize his situation, Ben slowly inched his head backwards, into Jeff’s neck. In seconds, it was gone: completely submerged. Yet, Jeff’s flat affect was replaced with a glossy-eyed look of terror as the outline of Ben’s subdermal head slid up his throat, and into his skull. Cracking and gurgling sounds rang for seconds as their consciousnesses melded, taking the best attributes of them both: Athleticism and Intelligence, Resolution and Boldness, Spontaneity and Non-Chalantness. He opened his eyes, looking down with the memories of the merge being both horrible and euphoric. His splurge all across his chest, he brought a cum soaked finger to his soft lips, tasting his seed. He sighed in his deep, baritone voice in ecstasy. Just then, his phone on the dresser began to vibrate. It was his coworker Glen! His body now filled with the insatiable lust for not only women, but now men as well, he took up the perfect opportunity to snag Glen’s twink ass for a night of fun! Perhaps it was the beginning of something beautiful for the new and improved Jeff.

Ben sat on the couch watching Netflix, moping. Watching Rick and Morty season 2 five times is entirely a valiant and rewarding effort, but it was simply a time killer for the moment. See, while at the campus library, Ben found an old book under the stacks in the Kinesiology section. In it, he found a really interesting passage on certain pressure points giving way to meld physical beings. Science and physiology be damned. He was gonna try this experiment. And he knew exactly who to try it on. Thus, as the young guy sat on the couch, he plotted just how he would try it on Jeff. It wasn’t more than a couple of minutes after his sixth round of the show, that Jeff walked in from the gym. The plan was already in motion.

“Hey Jeff, can you help me out?” Asked Ben, who suddenly caught sight of Jeff’s bulge, making him shudder with excitement. “I have some homework for my Physiology class, and I need to do this experiment real quick with someone. It’s due tomorrow, so can I just do it with you quick?” Of course Jeff obliged, Ben quickly urging him to strip to his underwear. “I need to feel the muscles as they move,” he lied. Reluctantly, but still with an aire of confidence, Jeff tossed his clothes to the side in all his jock glory. Hours of time in the weight room, and countless days running for miles sculpted out of this man the body of a God. “Okay, Jeff. So you’re just gonna have to answer some questions, oh, put this on…” said Ben, handing him a black bandana as a blindfold, “and it should be over in like, ten minutes.”

With the bandana tied around his eyes, blindfolded, Jeff stood ready to continue. Little did he know what that entailed. Ben walked up to Jeff, grinning from ear to ear. He felt the steamy heat coming from Jeff’s hulking jock body, still warm from the workout. On his back, little beads of sweat glistened, begging to be cleaned off. He took a guilty sniff of the armpits, gloating a smell of Old Spice and musk. He placed his fingers on Jeff’s broad shoulders, feeling the slick sweaty skin, and the rock hard muscles beneath. Ben began asking some broad, open ended questions about feeling where he touched, as he felt Jeff’s bulging biceps, washboard abs, firm ass, and lean feet; each time pressing a different pressure point on him. Finally, he got to the last pressure point. He smirked at the blinded Jeff.

“Can you feel this?” he asked, pressing on the gigantic cock, semi erect from all the groping. Jeff made a discomforted face, but did not move from his position. He began to deeply inhale and exhale, as he slowly realized he could not move anything at all, not even his mouth! Shocked, and in awe, Ben walked up to the stud, already wearing his birthday suit. He poked Jeff’s side, right under his pec, feeling a strange, malleable texture. This is exactly what he wanted. Ben placed his hands atop of Jeff’s, and slowly pressed inward. It was incredible as the calloused and large hands slowly enveloped Ben’s. By the time his entire hand was inserted, Ben opened and closed his new hand, Jeff’s hand. He brought it to his face, feeling the rough fingers caress his cheek, a sensation he always dreamt of feeling. Bringing it southward to his groin, his cock sprang to attention upon contact. With Jeff’s gigantic hands, he began to pump his cock and fondle his balls. Ben pushed a little more, his forearm, then upper arm being completely absorbed by the damp skin and muscle. He threw Jeff’s beefy arm around his shoulder, and kept pumping with the full power of the muscular limb.

As he fapped, he felt something else on his foot, noticing he accidently stepped on Jeff’s gigantic feet. His entire right foot had already sunken into the size 13s, he wriggled his toes, feeling the slick sweat between them. ‘Might as well,’ he thought, as he pushed his entire leg into Jeff. The sight was unlike anything he’d ever seen. His skin being completely suctioned into another man’s, the muscles completely giving way to accommodate him. He felt the incredible strength of Jeff’s legs and feet, power that he’d always craved but could never attain. The surge came in ten fold once again, as he pushed his left arm and leg into Jeff, as if sliding on a glove and sock. Using the meaty left hand, he pushed himself against the rippling abs, feeling Jeff’s gigantic cock against his crack and hole. The slick sweat on the chest and groin almost lubed the transition, or perhaps it was the gigantic muscular arms thrusting him that made it so easy, but with a quick and loud ‘schloop,’ his torso was enveloped in warmth as it filled Jeff. The most surreal change happened when he saw underneath his own skin, Jeff’s fat, 10 in cock stuff itself into his own modest appendage. It stretched and veins pulsed as took on the appearance and bulk of Jeff’s, coupled with sensitivity he’d never experienced before. 

(Here’s a longer one for y’all! It’s been burning a hole in my drafts since the GrowingGuys dump. Consider it a Thanksgiving treat)

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I ran my fingers through Diego’s slick, sweaty hair.

“Too easy,” I said in his deep, Mexican accent to the rest of the group. They whooped and cheered, impressed and admiring my work. Several of them had to adjust their swelling cocks.

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Spending time the sauna has always made for some amazing times. My body always took on interesting characteristics whenever it was in steamy and slick and hot and sweaty environments, becoming elastic and malleable in all sorts of ways; I’m pretty sure I could do just about anything if I wanted to if I focused hard enough. Going to the gym was always great because 1) I’d be able to tone my body to get better and better dudes to come home with me, but 2) the real fun began in the sauna. The rest of the guys liked it, too—it was something new, interesting, and unique and provided a hell of a show and some good entertainment while they lounged in the steamy heat. We’re all pretty well built, some of us athletes, some of us natural body builders, and then people like me who just wanted to maintain a fuckable appearance. We were also fresh from our workouts, so the hazy room was thick with our combined musks, aglow with our combined pheromones, smelling like pure sex and manliness. I guess you can blame that for what happened in the following hour.

I started out this particular sauna session by showing the 5 other guys how I could easily stretch my arms from one side of the room to the other, and how I could bend over backwards to feed my upper torso through my legs and back around again. What really got them going was when I pulled my cock out and out and out, like a clown pulling scarves out of his mouth, until it piled up high like a garden hose, showing off my impressive elasticity. After some compliments and praise, the guy now laying down behind Diego spoke up. I’d seen him here before, as well as Diego.

“Come on man, we’ve seen all this! What about some other tricks? Do you… I don’t know, think you could enter into somebody else?”

An anticipated silence fell over the room.

“What, like a possession?”

“Body suit, possession… Whatever you want to call it. Just… going into someone’s body and walking and talking like them?” he adjusted himself, clearly turned on by his suggestion.

I shrugged, unsure of whether or not it could happen, but willing to try anything. I looked over at Diego, a regular at the gym and an even more frequent regular in my sauna sessions. He was irresistibly hot, built like a mack truck, and it aroused me like hell to know that I was the one he thought was hot. Granted, I’ve got a good swimmer’s build, but I’ve got nothing on him. He seemed to love watching me do my little tricks, and I was so looking forward to incorporating him into my playtime.

I bucked my chin up at him, “Whadya say, Diego? Be my test dummy?”

His voice caught in his throat and he brought his hands down over his waist, trying and failing concealing a boner under his towel. And why!? That’s not an issue for me, I love it when I make dudes hard.

He sputtered excitedly, “Absolutely, man! Go for it.”

I smiled at him, my brave Latin Adonis, willing to try anything. I stood up, shivering as I willed my cock to slurp back into my body, retracting like measuring tape until it hit its standard length, my arms sucking back into my body and stopping at their usual length. I slowly approached Diego, who licked his lips and took in shallow, excited breaths. I knelt down in front of him and threw off the towel covering his waist to whoops and hollers of support from the onlookers. He grinned up at me as his huge cock sprung up and slapped his sweaty abs. I grinned back at him and crawled over him, squatting over his torso and letting my cock brush against his abs. Being so close to him, I could smell his powerful aroma more strongly and inhaled deeply, causing my cock to harden and lift up to slap my own lower torso, bringing a webby trail of pre from his abs to mine. I reached behind me and guided his hard cock towards my asshole, which I focused on to stretch open to accommodate his wide girth, then tightly squeezing it back to wrap around his manhood once it was fully inside me. His breathing shuddered and he looked at me with lustful eyes. I started riding his dick, bouncing up and down and letting sweat drip off my face and hair and onto his body.

As I rocked, I asked in panting breaths, “You sure about this, bro?”

“Fuck yeah, bro. Just do it.” he panted back.

“This might feel strange,” I warned with heavy breaths. “But don’t worry, dude, I’m not gonna hurt you. At some point I may need your help so just look out for my signal.” he just nodded, breathing heavy and looking down at my chistled body as I rode his horse dick. I squeezed his pec and pinched a nipple and he gave out a pleased vocalization and looked back up at me, still bucking, “Thanks for trying this out with me, dude. Just breathe through the nose. Ready?”

“Ready!” he cried breathlessly, clearly already thoroughly enjoying himself.

As he bucked his hips up, driving his meat deeper in me, I planted a wet, sweaty kiss on his equally wet, sweaty mouth. He welcomed the kiss eagerly, so I stuck my tongue in, making it stretch deeper down is throat. He gave off a few choking sounds but I put my hand to his cheek, reminding him to breath through the nose. The guys around us were silently watching, and he and I could hear wet fleshy slaps, knowing a bunch of sweaty, hunky gym rats were getting off from our display. ‘Alright, going in!’ I thought as I rolled my eyes back and allowed my head to compress.

I plunged my head into his mouth, hearing the muffled sounds of the guys shouting, not expecting to see what they saw. Diego just kept uttering deep, muffled grunts, continuing to thrust into my asshole and trusting me to do what I needed to do. I wiggled inside his mouth, coaxing my neck, shoulders, and chest to compress too, making myself as thin and narrow as I could, understanding that Diego unfortunately did not share the same elastic qualities as me. At this point, I felt his cock dislodge from my asshole with a *pop* as I plunged deeper into Diego. As I neared my waist, I used a free hand to pat Diego’s chest. Thankfully, he understood the signal as he held me from my waist and lifted my legs up in the air, making the rest of my journey a straight shot down. I let gravity do most of the work now, only having to make my waist and legs slender and narrow. Diego’s gut had been growing before, but now it started to look distended and impregnated as I coiled into his being. I kept my cock it’s standard size, thinking it would’ve been a treat for Diego to let him completely swallow my slick, erect dick and sweaty balls at their full, erect size. Diego groaned and grunted as the last of me slipped into him with a wet slurping sound and I could feel his throat muscles pushing me down into him as he swallowed heavily.

As I landed in his guts, writhing and finding my positioning, I could feel the fleshy warm walls around me vibrate thunderously as he forced out a massive, deep belch to the laughter of the guys. ‘Show off,’ I thought while inside him with a cheeky grin. I could hear muffled talking and his deep panting breaths as the rest of the guys asked how it feels. He was on the verge of telling them how goddamn good and surreal and orgasmic it felt to have me inside him, but I decided to spring into action immediately, so as to not hang out in the corrosive juices of his gut for too long. I knew that his world was being rocked right now as I quickly started to reposition myself within his body. I felt someone remark that he looked like he was pregnant with a den of snakes to the laughter of the other guys as Diego convulsed and allowed me to make myself comfortable. I shoved myself into all of the right positions of his body, feeling myself stretch larger and taller to fit the mold of his body. I shot into his head and opened his clenched eyes, breathing in a loud, heaving gasp and panting heavily.

I looked around at the slack-jawed, silent crowd, waiting to hear whether or not I was successful or if something bad had happened to me. I ran my fingers through Diego’s slick, sweaty hair and decided to break the suspense.

“Too easy,” I said in his deep, Mexican accent to the sauna crowd. They lost it.

“I’ll be goddamned.” the man sitting behind Diego said under his breath, openly stroking himself off. I turned around and fondled his balls and winked at him.

“Wait, if you entered through his mouth…” some football jock finally spoke up from the corner of the sauna, “then what was the point of letting him fuck you at the beginning?”

I blushed, trying to think of a lie but coming up empty, “… Look, can’t a guy just have some fun?” I asked jokingly but honestly to the laughter of the crowd. Diego and I had probably secretly wanted to do just that since I first met him several weeks ago. The jock grinned and shrugged his shoulders understandingly, looking back down at the cloth covering his bits. I could feel Diego’s turgid cock (which, incredibly, hadn’t yet burst) swinging in front of me as I watched the jock. Big guy, cute guy. I bet it’d be nice to fuck him, my new biology told me. It’s no surprise that Diego is a top.

“So how do you get out of him?” another in the audience asked—a beefy black man who did stunt work, from what I’ve heard.

I pondered over the question, honestly unsure of the answer. I was having a terrific time, and so was Diego’s consciousness, which I could feel in the back of my mind, but it was clearly also wishing to have control over its own body once again. Guess I should pack it up and head out. One last thing before I do…

“Not sure, man, figured I just find the exit somehow,” they all laughed at the cavalier response. I chuckled a bit too and glanced down at Diego’s mouthwatering cock and balls. I scooped his junk into my hand and admired its weight, jostling his bits around a little. “But before I give it a shot, I want to… lemme just…”

I gripped onto Diego’s hard cock and started pumping. I could feel his consciousness giving its approval and enjoying the sensation, too, so I went into it with more fervor. I closed his eyes and I beat his meat at a more rapid pace, lost in the ecstasy of the moment, feeling up his chest and abs with my free hand and yanking rhythmically with the other. I lifted up his pits and buried his face into it, inhaling deeply and grunting deeply. FUCK, he had such an intoxicating stench… I couldn’t believe this was the body I now occupied, that I was jerking off. I just let myself get lost in the ecstasy of all of it.

I slipped into habit and did what I normally do during these stretchy sauna sessions. I yanked his meat up, making it stretch upwards but retain its thickness and hardness, and put it into my greedy mouth. I was too lost in the moment to hear the group around me gasp at the sight. I kept pumping and sucking, making my lips stretch down and wrap around the entire length of the absurdly long cock, bending my head down to take in the full length of it and allowing the cock head to press up against the back of my throat, allowing the back of my neck to stretch out with the lump of the cock head protruding underneath it. The guys continued to marvel at what was happening, all of them stroking their own meat.

Still stuck in habit, I did what I normally did and blew hard into the tip of the cock, making its length, girth, and his pendulous balls balloon larger in size. I moaned, oblivious to both my actions and the disbelief of the onlookers, as I continued to do what I could to amplify the intensity of my self-pleasure. Habit kicked in once again as I plugged my nose with my free hand and tightened my lips shut, blowing into my mouth hard, as I normally do in the sauna sessions, Diego’s already massive muscles and body doubled in size all over, as if inflating. I could also smell Diego’s stench amplifying, pervading his nostrils and sending me deeper into feral, lustful mindlessness. The guys were stunned and staring, all of them almost blowing their load just at the very sight of me. I wrapped both of my massive hands around my absurdly enlarged cock, neither of my fingertips meeting, and pumped more ferociously, nearing myself towards completion with my eyes tight shut.

“UUUUHHOOOOOOHHHHHhhhhhh” I moaned deeply up at the ceiling and bucked my hips, ropes and ropes of cum the size of water from a garden hose came firing out of me, splashing against the back wall, the ceiling, and spreading across the floor, splashing against the guys who then lost it and fired their own loads into themselves, mixing with the copious volumes of my own.

As I opened my eyes, still gushing lighter spurts of cum, Diego’s inflated extremeties began quickly deflating back to their normal, albeit still giant, size as I moaned and caught my breath, pushing my hands through Diego’s hair to get it out my face and subsequently drenching his sweaty hair in his own cum.

I looked over at the guys who sat stunned in silence, their cocks spurting the last of their seed, and coated in Diego’s jizz, along with most of the sauna.

“Sorry boys, guess I got a little carried away!” I remarked humbly as I stood up, Diego’s jizz spilling off his torso, slipping slightly on the gooey, slick floor but catching my balance. The guys were still staring at me slack-jawed.

“What?! It’s not like y’all aren’t used to it. I mean, last week I—…” I stopped with realization. It wasn’t that they weren’t used to this type of display, it was that they weren’t used to someone else engaged in this type of display. I looked down, not only realizing I was still in Diego’s body, but that I had manipulated his physical form in the exact way I could when I wasn’t occupying him. How could this be possible?

“Holy shit,” I remarked quietly in disbelief. ‘Holy shit!!’ I could feel Diego’s consciousness echo with much more enthusiasm.

It was then that I could feel my true body losing control and beginning to retract and find an exit from Diego’s body. His eyes went slack and his body stood limply as I reverted back to the thin, snake-like form in his gut, once again ‘impregnating him with a den of snakes,’ as one of the guys so colorfully put it, and searched for a way out. I snaked through him through a coiled, twisting, fleshy tunnel, quickly realizing where I was.

Diego’s consciousness snapped back to reality in its rightful bod and he stood up straight taking heavy breaths. He look around at the guys wide-eyed with breathless laughter, fully aware of what had just transpired. His moment was short lived, as he noticed his gut was still swollen with a writhing mass, quickly descending lower down his abdomen. He groaned and grunted and bent over, suddenly feeling like he was going to shit himself in front of everyone. He put his hands on his knees and groaned deeply and loudly, clenching his eyes tightly closed.

“HHHHUUUURRFNNNGGUUUHHHH….” Diego grunted and groaned as the first of me—my head, neck, shoulders and chest—emerged from out of his asshole with wet squelching sounds. I continued sliding out of him as his knees and legs shook. It felt to him like an absurdly long shit was coming out but also feeling incredibly aroused as I slid over his prostate, making his cock hard as he bent over. I continued to wetly spill out of his hole, coiling on the ground and quickly inflating back to my usual swimmer’s build-size, my coiled body thrashing around and unfolding like an inflating life raft. The last of me—my hips, cock, legs, and feet—excited his hole with a wet, slurping, squelching *pop*, and landed against the floor with a wet slap, making juices and mucus pour out of him like a woman’s water breaking.

I finished inflating back to my regular size. I sat back on the ground, panting, soaked in the mucus and the juices of his body, staring up at him with an open-mouthed, wide smile. He looked back and me with a blank, orgasmic expression and stood back up straight, rubbing his ass a little bit at the incredible yet slightly painful sensation. The room remained in stunned silence.

“That’s the most incredible fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my life,” Diego broke the silence with aroused amazement.

“Likewise, dude,” I said standing up clumsily, sauntering back over to where I was originally sitting, slapping his ass along the way.

I plopped down on the bench, toweling myself off and catching my breath, while Diego stood composing himself. He seemed… off… like something was new, or something was left over inside him. He kept looking down on himself, studying his body. Rafael noticed him too and spoke up.

“Yo, Diego, you good?” Rafael asked with father-like curiosity and concern, sitting nude on his bench. His cock still turgid from.. well, everything. “You’re looking at little comatose.”

“Yeah, man, it’s just…” Diego answered, still looking over himself.

“Just what?” Rafael proded.

“I feel like… feel like maybe I could…” he didn’t finish his thought and instead pointed an arm towards Rafael, seemingly concentrating very hard. Rafael looked around the room, wondering what the deal was, not really sure how to respond, when suddenly, the impossible happened.

Slowly, Diego’s arm began extending at the shoulder. It retained its normal, beastly musculature, but was unmistakably getting longer and longer, picking up speed as it reached across the room towards Rafael. Rafael looked at it approaching with a blank look on his face, in complete disbelief at what was happening. Diego looked back at me and giggled like a child, overwhelmed with the exciting discovery of this new ability. I could only stare at him and gawk.

His hand landed on Rafael’s dick, making Rafael gasp, and started pumping from across the room. Rafael looked up and chuckled amazed and breathless at Diego. Diego took full advantage of the moment and started sending his hard cock across the room, drifting stiff and rigid through the air as Rafael caught it and plugged it straight into his mouth, immediately getting to sucking.

“Yeah, suck that cock, you greedy fucking hunk,” Diego growled at Rafael, who responded by flexing his arms, not letting the cock drop out of his mouth as he bobbed his head forward and back. Diego looked back at the group, lifting his other hand from Rafael’s cock to his face, driven with lust like an incubus. “I’m going in, gentlemen,” he looked back at Rafael, “suck me down, dude, don’t stop.” Rafael winked at him, still bobbing on the cock.

Diego let out a shuddering sigh as he stretched his other arm out and held onto both sides of Rafael’s face. He pulled himself in towards Rafael, feeding his cock down Rafael’s throat and not stopping until his shaved groin was pressed against Rafael’s sexy face. I, like everyone else, couldn’t stop aggressively jacking off at the sight of this. Diego rolled his eyes back allowed himself to be fully fed into Rafael, moaning loudly, and feeling his body thin and descend into Rafael’s sucking maw. Rafael scooted forward and sat at the edge of the bench, gripped the undersides of the bench with his meaty paws, making his sweaty balls and hard cock hang off the edge, and started sucking with more fervor. Diego’s slack, thinning mass started slurping down with more speed into Rafael’s gullet. Diego whooped and hollered as the rest of him was slurped into Rafael, making him swallow hard and catch his breath. His stomach distended and his cock leaked heavy globs of pre onto the cum-soaked floor.

As Diego made himself comfortable in Rafael and started stretching and expanding Rafael’s mass with horny giggles, the guy laying down on the bench, covered in a layer of his own cum from earlier, shook my shoulder. I turned around at him, and he had a pleading look in his eyes. “Please, please, man. Do me next. Please.”

Then I felt a hand land on my other shoulder and I stared up the at the sweaty, impressive torso of the stunt man.

“Nah, come on, bro, do me. I’ll make it quick for you, I promise.” 

He rested his big, hard, leaking cock against my shoulder. I looked up at him with excitement in my eyes and joked, “Promise?”

“Promise, bro…” he grinned down at me seductively. I could see Diego-in-Rafael stretching taller and wider in the background, laughing maniacally with his new abilities as the football jock watched him nervously but greedily.

I looked back up at him, bearing my teeth in a wide, sweating grin and looked down at his cock oozing pre that started to slide down my chest. I slowly listed a hand up and gripped his cock. I looked up at him with approval as he threw his head back and moaned, “Mmmmm, fuck yes…”

I looked back down at his cock and shrugged thinking, ‘What the hell, why not?’ to myself. I brought my other hand up and pushed a finger into his cock slit, as it opened up to welcome me. He grunted loudly and looked down on me with concern. I grinned back up and slowly shoved more fingers in, then my hand, then started sliding my arm into his expanding cock slit. His look of concern slowly turned to acceptance and finally release, as he allowed what was happening to happen. I slid the rest of my arm in and was now up to my shoulder in his expanding cock. Inside, I felt my arm dip into his scrotum, as it started expanding, too, getting ready for the massive delivery it was about to receive.

“Fuck, dude, I’m about to give you a sleeping bag of a nut sack,” I giggled up at him, feeling him tense up at the words, and warm jizz sloshed around in his growing scrotum. I giggled up again at him and then plunged my head into the cock with a sharp grunt from him. This must be sheer fucking heaven for him, I thought as I wormed my way through his cock, which had now stretched to the length and size of me. I slid down into his scrotum, marinating myself in my growing fleshy pool of jizz, frothy and hot, now growing deeper with my presence. His testes were clearly now working on overtime. All of these fucking guys’ balls were, it seemed. What can I say? I guess it’s my effect. I rose up in his body to take over his consciousness and I looked down at my silky, sweaty bod and monstrously huge nut sack and sagging, stretched out shaft. Holy fuck.

I heard a massive fart rip as I turned around and saw Rafael gripping the bench and squatting, grunting and groaning heavily, buckets of cum still firing out of his cock. From out of his ass, I watched Diego come sliding out, still getting used to his stretchy, elastic capabilities, and inadvertently growing back to his standard size around the point his chest was out of Rafael’s ass. Thankfully, Rafael had already acquired his abilities and was able to survive Diego’s clumsy dislodging, as Diego landed heavily on the cum-soaked floor with raucous laughter, prolapsing Rafael’s asshole. Rafael groaned and made his asshole revert back to his normal tightness as he laughed and swore down at Diego in Spanish. Diego replied in his own native tongue as he stretched up his meaty arms and wrapped them around Rafael’s waist, pulling him down on top of himself and laughing heavily. Rafael played along and stretched his own arms around Diego to flip him over and pin him down, playfully shouting more Spanish taunts at him. The two carried on, play-wrestling with each other, rolling around with expanding, twisting, tangling limbs and more on the cum-covered ground, yelling playful insults at each other in Spanish and laughing like children.

‘Jesus, what a delightful fucking zoo this has become,’ I thought to myself with a grin.

I focused my attention back on the man who first asked me to enter him. Can’t leave my fans waiting! I cast a seductive look over at the man laying against the bench and approached him slowly, the stunt man’s hanging nut sack almost dragging against the floor.

“How’re we gonna do this, bud? Ass, cock, or mouth?” I asked, stroking the stunt man’s shaft, getting it ready to plunge into wherever he told me so I could deliver my actual body into this man.

“Oh, easy question,” he rolled over on the bench and propped himself up on his hands and knees, yanking his towel off and exposing his hole, his hard cock and pendulous balls dangling below. He had a gorgeous, rippling back, huge, toned legs, and an enviable, rotund, firm ass. “Get up inside there and tell me this isn’t the best ass you ever had.”

“Looking forward to exploring it, stud,” I grumbled as I squeezed his ass and plunged the stunt man’s cock in, all in one thrust. I bucked several times, making sure he was nice and wide for me (plus really fucking enjoying the tight warm walls of this dude’s bussy—he wasn’t lying that it would be the best ass I’ve ever had!) and then allowed myself to drop back down into the stunt man’s sagging nut sack. His thrusting stopped while he was returning to consciousness, clearly surprised to see that he was buried dick-deep in this guy’s asshole. I didn’t leave him a moment to recover as I fed myself from his nut sack into his shaft, stretching myself and pushing myself through his cock slit. I could hear his muffled groans and grunts and he started bucking his hips again into the man’s ass as I quickly started to invade this dude’s body to pass my gift onto him like everyone else. The stunt man’s breathing caught in his throat as he fired a torrent of jizz into the man’s perfect asshole. The man bending over cried out in surprise and immense pleasure as his guts were flooded with a ridiculous amount of cum, much of it forcefully spraying out of his asshole around the stunt man’s cock, as I was forced deeper into his guts by the pressure of the flood behind me.

Diego and Rafael continued thrashing around on the floor play-wrestling and tangling with one another with combined raucous laughter and playful jabs, each of them positively soaked now with sweat and cum, their bodies swelling and stretching in each and every direction. Only one now remained who wasn’t sharing in the revelry.

The football jock, definitely a linebacker stud was the only one left without this fun new ability. He’d been pretty quiet and was doing his best to maintain the appearance of being a tough-to-crack, straight football bro. He liked pussy, right? His harder-than-ever cock was just a fluke, right? It was just the musk in the air and the potent, powerful pheromones in the steam… right?? With a shuddering sigh, he gave up the illusion and tore the cloth away from his crotch and started pounding away on his rock hard meat, casting his eyes to and from everyone, drinking in the impossible orgy around him. “He guys, *grunt* I’m next, okay? Promise—*grunt* promise me I can go next? My teammates would really *grunt* get a kick out of this.” He moaned in intense pleasure, imagining being able to have a time like this with his bros. Fuck, maybe he was bi.

Diego and Rafael heard his request and stopped their playtime, both looking up at the beefy jock from the floor. They separated and unraveled from each other as quickly as they could, each standing up and stumbling a bit, their extremities retracting their ways back to normalcy.

“Sure, bro, we’ll help you out!” Rafael answered confidently.

“Yeah, dude, no man left behind!” Diego interjected with a giggle.

The football jock grinned nervously at them and rubbed his swollen groin, “Uh, thanks guys! …So, uh, how do y’all want to do this?”

Diego and Rafael started stepping in towards the jock, their bodies thinning and elongating as they walked. The jock gulped deeply.

“Open up, bro,” Rafael ordered down to the sitting jock in a gruff voice. The jock slowly, nervously lifted his head up and opened his mouth. Rafael gripped onto the jock’s lower jaw, prying his mouth open wider. Diego was standing close to Rafael, rubbing back and ass, encouraging his friend. Rafael pushed his head toward’s the jock’s mouth and plunged in, making the jock utter out small choking sounds. He started pumping his cock again as it was happening—Diego, too.

Not wanting to miss out on the fun, Diego giggled and reached for the jock’s cock, interrupting the jock from pumping it. He looked up at Diego with a furrowed brow and Diego simply winked at him in response. Diego knelt in, pointing his own stiff cock towards the jock’s. With a loud muffled groan as Rafael continued to snake down the jock’s throat, Diego threw his head back and moaned as his plunged his thick, erect cock into the jock’s widening cock slit. Diego moaned long and loudly as he fed himself into the jock’s monstrously stretching shaft, making his scrotum begin to sag heavily as Diego filled it up, his legs and waist slipping into the warm, sloshing sack. As the last of Rafael’s feet slurped down into the jock’s gullet, making him swallow heavily—the massive lump in his throat finally shrinking—and groan, his belly now globular and writhing as Rafael settled in, the jock looked down over his belly at Diego as his chest, shoulders, and neck slid into his cock. Diego looked up at the jock and let his tongue stretch down to wrap around his huge cock several times and give it a few pumps as the jock moaned down at him. He knew he would’ve blown his load right then if a literal fucking person weren’t corking his cock. Diego’s head slipped inside and his wrapped tongue uncoiled itself from the jock’s dick and slid in behind him, thus making the last of Diego disappear into his body.

The jock felt positively stuffed, his belly engorged with one body builder and his nut sack swollen and distended with another—what a fucking night! He slightly regretted his decision to as the two to bestow this ability on him, seeing how they were getting way into it on the sauna floor, but he was racked with such intense fucking pleasure that his engorged discomfort was barely a concern. He felt his body shifting and churning as the two guys started to convene in his belly—making it writhe and balloon out impossibly large—but started to quickly spread throughout his body. His breathing became rapid and began to do exactly what he was wishing to do for the past several minutes.

He moaned and laughed maniacally as he started to stretch higher and his muscles began to swell. He flexed with animalistic grunts as he continued to stretch higher and his body swelled larger and wider. His cock pulsed larger and larger and as his head began to graze against the ceiling of the sauna room. He continued laughing like a madman—fucking amazed by what he was doing—but his breathing started to get more rapid and more shallow as he steadied himself against the wall of the sauna.

As if building up incredible pressure, his cock ballooned larger and larger and larger, far out-sizing the rest of his body, and his laughter turned into rapid groans. He braced himself and then shot a fire hose’s amount of jizz on the other guys and the rest of the room. The walls were painted white with his jizz and the swamp of jizz on the floor began to grow deeper and deeper. Suddenly, it was as if a cork stopped the torrent of his jizz as a lump appeared from within his cock. He shut his eyes and focused on his pelvic muscles to force out the blockage, and Rafael came firing out, laughing and splashing down into the ocean of jizz on the floor. Another blockage. He grunted with force again as Diego followed firing out his cock as well, landing on top of Rafael, sending the two jizz-soaked body builders into hysterics.

The jock began rapidly deflating in size, his cock spurting out remnants of cum—still easily a gallon per spurt—and collapsed back down onto the sauna bench, panting and laughing in breathless disbelief at what he had just done.

He looked up and saw that the man on his hands and knees on the bench started expanding and swelling, too. Looks like the party wasn’t over.

———

The door to the sauna swung open, as a large, sloshing, sludgy wave of jizz spilled out all over the locker room floor from inside. From inside the steamy haze, trudging through the swamp of semen, emerged six laughing, sweaty, jizz-covered muscle studs. Their bodies, limbs, extremities, and junks retracting back to their standard sizes in the cooler, dryer air of the locker room. They entered the showers and started cleaning each other off, remarking on their experiences and laughing some more.

Is it so wrong to want to have a little fun? Is it so wrong to go out and go wild while on vacation? Is it so wrong to use my uncle to do it?

I’ve been looking forward to this family trip to Cancún for a while now. The whole family tree would be coming, my uncles, aunts, cousins, everyone! I’ve had a blast so far, but jet skiing and hiking get old after so many days. We still have another week before we’re scheduled to fly back. And it doesn’t help that the adults in the family go out clubbing almost every night. At 20, I’m the oldest cousin but also the youngest adult. Which means too young to go out, but old enough to stay behind and babysit the younger cousins.

“Don’t be so down mijo,” my uncle said to me. “Soon enough you’ll be old enough to go out clubbing on your own. Trust, it’s so much better than anything you could do with family.”

I was sitting against the wall in our hotel room. My uncle was laying down in his bed. Since I was an only child and my parents wanted their own room, I had to room with my uncle Aaron. He was pretty cool, as far as uncles go anyway. Always the bachelor, even in his 30s.

“Thanks, I’m sure the wait will be worth it,” I said to him. “You’re going to bed already? It’s only 10,”

“I just need a little power nap. Your crazy aunt Vicki wants to go out tonight, and I need all my energy to keep up with her,” he said.

We spoke for a while before he eventually fell asleep. It was only 10:30. They were probably going to go out at midnight again. I got up and walked over to my sleeping uncle. His mouth was wide open, his chest rising and falling with his loud snoring. I hated how he could just do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. I also hated how he’ll come into the room like at 4 or 5 in the morning and slam the door, knowing damn well I’m in there sleeping.

He snored, cutting off my train of thought.

“And most of all,” I raised up my fist “I hate how fucking loud you snore!!”

I swung down my fist. I was aiming for his pillow though, but then he moved over to where I was aiming. If I swung down, I would sucker punch Aaron right in the mouth. I tried to stop it, but the momentum was already too great to turn back now. Instead, I tried moving back at the last second, but my foot slipped on something and I ended up falling forward too. It was no use now. Time to accept my fate.

My fist connected with Aaron’s open mouth. It went in a little. Between how hard I swung down and with the added force of me falling forward, my hand went inside his mouth even deeper than normal. Too deep.

Now my whole wrist was inside Aaron. But it didn’t stop there. My entire arm was going inside of him. I tried stopping it from happening, but it was like there was some sort of vaccum inside of Aaron that was sucking me in even further. The force was so strong too. I lost my footing trying to yank my arm out of Aaron. Then, with an unexpected tug, I fell forwards and into Aaron’s mouth with him swallowing my entire body.

…I’ve been laying in bed for a while now. I was trying to process what had happened. I fell inside my uncle Aaron, and now I was basically wearing him as if his body was my own body.

I took a deep whiff of my new armpit. All those compulsions to fit inside my new body really worked up a sweat. I liked this. Now I’m older, old enough to go out clubbing on my own.

It’s only 11 PM. The night’s young, and now it’s time to have my own fun.

***

“Since when did you start drinking again?”

“Since now.”

I took another sip of my drink. Aunt Vicki gave me a dirty look and left. I honestly didn’t even know what I was drinking. It didn’t even taste all that good, I just wanted to keep the buzz I had going strong. I was a lightweight, but that only applied in my old body. Using Uncle Aaron’s body kept me from passing out after just one beer. Now I’m free to drink as much as I want!

I got up and walked into the roof side pool. God, I love this view! I loved it before, but there’s just something about using my uncle’s body that makes that much better. Two good views combined into one.

I was enjoying the view when my Dad came up to me. His eyebrows were furrowed.

“Hey have you seen Carlos? That little brat hasn’t shown up today,”

“No, haven’t seen him since last night. He said he wanted to check out the local shops today,”

My Dad looked confused. He knows I never go anywhere unless I tell him or Mom first. That was only because they kept me on a leash. They hated not knowing what I was doing at all times.

“If you see him, tell him he’s got his mother worried sick.”

“No problem,” I told him.

He left, not even realizing he was talking to his son using his own brother’s body. I laughed to myself thinking about it.

“Tío! Smile for the family album!”

One of my little cousins was pointing a camera at me. She’s been taking pictures whenever she can for the sake of memories. It was fun at first, but eventually I stopped smiling for her pictures just to annoy her. But I knew Aaron always smiled no matter what. I had to stay in character, and smiled for the camera.

This whole body snatching experience is so surreal to me. Nobody knows it’s cousin Carlos inside Uncle Aaron. Nobody knows Carlos has been using his uncle’s body to go out partying and drinking. Nobody knows cum is dripping out of the lady killer Aaron’s ass after Carlos had some fun in his uncle’s body. And, most importantly, nobody knows cousin Carlos is gonna use his uncle’s body to have some more fun tonight.

It’s been about two hours since classes ended for the day. My car had broken down, so my step father was gonna pick me up after class today. I tried called him several times but he wouldn’t pick up the damn phone. I was going to end up just walking home until I saw his pickup truck rolling into the parking lot.

I stood there annoyed as he pulled up to the curb where I stood waiting. I walked over to the passenger seat and opened the door to get in.

“What took you so-”

I cut myself off mid-sentence. I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing, my step dad was sitting at the driver’s seat shirtless.

It absolutely caught me off guard. I was just dumbfounded, I sat there in silence as my step dad drove us back home.

What the fuck was happening? I know my step dad well enough to know that he doesn’t really like being shirtless so casually. It didn’t help that he works in construction. This guy fucking smells! I lowered the car window to get away from the strong smell of sweat and body odor. Thankfully, the car ride back home was short thanks to the lack of traffic.

Once he pulled into our driveway, I got out of the car and basically ran straight to my room. I finally had the chance to get away from my step dad. He didn’t even say anything the entire car ride! I’m so used to him talking away my ear all the time. Yet, he was quiet today. I didn’t wanna say anything either, the energy felt too awkward and tense…

It was strange, but I hoped that my step dad was just having an off day. I walked out to the living room and saw that my step dad had stripped even more.

He was just sitting there on a chair. He looked at me when he noticed I walked into the room, but he still didn’t say anything though! He just sat there, chilling. Shirtless was weird, but pants-less was pushing it.

“Dad, I think we need to talk.” I approached him, and his body odor violated my nostrils again. The smell was somehow even stronger now.

I couldn’t stand it! But… I couldn’t stop sniffing it. The smell was going deep inside my nose and hitting every cell on its way in. That musky smell was awful but I just couldn’t get enough of it! I could feel myself getting turned on just by standing there and taking in my step dad’s sweaty funk.

He then stood up and walked towards me. The smell got stronger as he closed the gap between us. I helped him too by walking to him. We were face to face now. I wanted to take another deep whiff, but instead, my step dad lifted his arm, grabbed the back of my head, and stuffed me into his armpit.

My step dad kept pushing my face deeper into his pit, and I helped him by nuzzling myself in until my nose was getting squished in. I was so close to his body now. I helped myself to taking deep whiffs of my step dad’s musk. His armpit hair tickled my nose as I sniffed in between moans. 

My dick was rock hard now. What the fuck was wrong with me!? I just couldn’t get enough of my step dad! I wanted to get closer- no, I needed to get closer. 

My step dad noticed my hard on, and he did not hesitate on grabbing it with his free hand. I groaned as he rubbed my dick with a fierce grip. 

“More Daddy!” a scream escaped my mouth as I lifted my head out of my step dad’s pits for a brief second. It hit me what I had just said, and I stood there in shock at what was happening. 

My step dad, on the other hand, smirked and kept going. The hand he had at the back of my head started pushing me down, and I complied by going down onto my knees. I was now at eye level with my step dad’s crotch. The sweaty smell of his balls hit my senses, and it only added fuel to the fire growing inside of me.

I went ahead and took off his briefs. His dick was only semi hard, yet its size was still massive and impressive. I could see how thick his cock was… God, I wish I came out of my step dad’s dick! 

I leaned in to start sucking off my step dad, but to my surprise, my step dad stopped me by putting a hand on my forehead. I looked up at him, then down at his hardening cock in my hand, then back up at him. I let go of his dick when I remembered what I was doing. Something was definitely wrong with me! 

I stood up and tried walking away, but my step dad stopped me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and hoisted me up, planting a kiss on the lips after doing so. I felt his scruffy beard brush and scratch against my face as he kissed me.

That odor was back again… But who cares, I was kissing my step dad! The hottest man I’ve ever known! 

My step dad carried me over to the couch, not letting our lips separate as he did so. Then, after laying me down on the couch, he proceeded to strip me of my clothes with a speed I have never seen him move at. I felt his now fully erect cock rub against my bare ass. Now his armpit musk and ball smell mixed together, creating an even stronger pheromone; one I couldn’t resist and one I happily gave into. 

“Fuck me Daddy!”

No doubt my step dad heard my plea, as he was already pushing his tip into me. I took a breath and exhaled, then felt his raging cock fill my ass with its size as it slid right in. I placed my legs onto my step dad’s shoulders, he grabbed me by the thighs, and started pounding away at me.

My hole was on fire!

My step dad held nothing back as he fucked me. I could hardly contain myself now. I was dripping precum all over myself as I moaned out of pure pleasure from the pain of a hard fuck. It was rough. It was wild. And, most importantly, it was hot, sweaty, and smelly! 

“Ohmygod I’m close! I’m close!” I shouted as I felt myself getting close to cumming. I grabbed my dick and started jerking myself off as my step dad picked up a faster fucking tempo. 

Then, after another minute of rough fucking, I felt him cumming inside my ass. The sensation of getting filled with my step dad’s seed sent me into a cumming frenzy. I shot cum everywhere; myself, my step dad, the furniture, just everywhere!

I laid there on the couch, soaked in cum and catching my breath. My step dad helped himself to a towel after he finished. He cleaned himself off and then sat down on the same chair I found him on. He titled his hat down, and I assumed he nodded off for a nap.

I was still laying down, naked and covered in cum. I blinked several times. Everything that had just happened registered in my mind. 

“Oh God WHAT THE FUCK!”

I shot up from the couch. I was disgusted with myself. The way I acted, that was not me! I would never fuck a guy, much less be the one getting fucked, and much much less let that guy be my own step dad!

I hurried into the bathroom to wash off all the cum. It was the fastest I’ve ever showered, and it was also the hardest I’ve ever scrubbed too. I got out of the shower, dried off, and ran straight to my room. I got dressed in underwear and shorts, and then pulled out a stick of deodorant. I lifted my arm and my armpit stench hit my nose. That smell… it was one I was familiar with, one that I liked too.

My phone chirped from a notification.

“Bro where you at? Come pick me up! The game’s starting soon!”

It was one my football teammates. Oh crap, I was running late! 

“Nestor.” 

“What?”

“Nestor, look at me.” 

“I don’t want to.”

“Will you just look at me for a bit?”

“No! You know what happens when I look at someone in the eyes for long.” 

“I know that, then don’t look into my eyes, look somewhere else on my face.” 

Reluctantly, I pulled the back of my forearm off my eyes, and sheepishly brought myself to look at his lips, which pressed into a thin reassuring smile as I did, and he chuckled. I find myself also chuckling, watching the corners of his lips quirk up when he finds me doing the same. Then he places his hand on my shoulders, rubbing and squeezing then until a warm spot forms on each. Then he clears his throat.

“Much better. Don’t say we won’t make it out of here,” He tells me in a grave voice, sort of shaking me. “Stop saying that, I know we will.”

“Liam, we’ve been running for days and they keep finding us.” I mutter, voice falling flat as I gripped the sides of my pants, balling and bunching them up in my palms. “Sooner or later, they’d be here too. So it’s best you leave me.”

“No. If you’re gonna be this stubborn, then I can be stubborn too.” He replies with a huff and a pout. “Besides, can’t you just, you know, jump into one of them again like last time?”

I sighed, looking down at the ground, my feet shuffling and adjusting my balance on the creaky floorboards. Jump into one of them. That ability to do that is exactly why we’re in this predicament right now, all this freak show of an ability that I’ve been hiding for years, only for someone close to me to reveal it with complete evidence to the townsfolk. I was just supposed to show him, turns out he’s brought a couple of his friends with him.

You see, I have the ability to jump bodies, or vessels as I call it. I can pass my consciousness along to a different body if I make eye contact with a person for longer than three seconds. And in that duration that I’ve passed my consciousness onto the person, my body goes on autopilot. It was a neat ability, I survived high school because of it. I have control over everything in my vessel, memories are intact, as if I really totally became that person.

Evan was the type of person to hold grudges.

He knew it wasn’t healthy, but he just couldn’t stop himself, nor did he feel like stopping. It was as if a grudge was a matchstick that lit his heart, and all the bitterness and anger he felt from it were fuel to that fire. And it wouldn’t burn out, every minute longer he held a grudge stoked the fire, inextinguishable and burning. The only way to stop it was to let it burn out (which could take years) or, the thing he always had a penchant for: revenge.

Not all grudges warranted revenge, but to Evan, this one did. It was for a “friend” from the past, someone whom he held close, yet has caused him so much suffering in the duration of their friendship. This fire, he thinks, can only be extinguished by taking revenge in a very specific way that he knows the guy would be horrified with.

Evan had a particular liking and interest in the concept of possession, transferring one’s consciousness into another person’s body, and taking control of the entirely new body. Once upon a time, he strayed towards a server online with like-minded people. And there he met Jasper.

Jasper was about two years older than him, yet Evan found himself gravitating towards the man. Well-spoken, polite, and shared interests with Evan beyond just possession; they found themselves bonding together over such things, even roleplaying and telling each other of what they’d do if they had the ability to possess hosts, Evan even joking that he’d love to possess the other guy.

It wasn’t strictly a joke, actually, Evan found Jasper attractive and a good host. He wasn’t built, but he was a twink, he only needed to work out for a bit to get lean and twunk. He was cute too with his well-kept short black hair and glasses, Evan decided, and he was definitely one of the bodies he’d peruse if possession was possible. Besides, he knew the man was hiding a huge tool down there after he sent Evan a shirtless picture, forgetting to crop out the part where there was a bulge on his shorts.

Sadly, as most internet friendships go, it didn’t last for more than a year. It would have been better if they just drifted off, Evan thought, but that wasn’t how it happened. Jasper, he found out, was a manipulative asshole hidden beneath his nerdy cool exterior. What made it worst was that he knew Evan was gay, and despite him being straight, he would still poke fun and tease Evan. It was fun at first, but it was apparent that Jasper was using this against him to get away with his actions, especially after Evan confessed to having a crush on him.

It went downhill from there, promises were broken and lies were told, and when Evan turned to another friend who subsequently stepped in and called out Jasper, Evan found himself cut off from every way of communication possible. This was what started the flame.

Before all that, Evan and Jasper were researching the possibility of possession, mostly just for fun and to no luck. Evan, however, fueled by grudge, managed to make double efforts, and found a legitimate method that worked. It was worth all the sleepless nights, Evan thought with a devilish grin that night.

Over the months that they ceased communications, Evan found ways to discreetly spy on Jasper. Apparently, the man had started going to the gym some few months even before the incident (which he wasn’t initially aware of), and that he had been gaining a lot of muscle lately. He was still slender yet lean, his biceps even more prominent, and he grew from a twink into what Evan found out as a twunk. It turned him on greatly, despite his rage, seeing that body and imagining taking it for himself to relish it. After all, he always wanted to hop in, and all the muscle he had now was an upgrade.

Evan decided that the best way to serve revenge was to take away all that Jasper has worked on for the past months, and own it. He wasn’t strictly thinking of fully taking over the man’s body and life as he had his own, no, instead he’d turn Jasper into his personal spare body, a place he could go to whenever he felt like it, a second body he could use if he wanted to. It would be fun.

The spell was tricky, but Evan quickly caught on after the first time he tried it. And it worked, much to his satisfaction.

His first body was that of someone living in the apartment below his, Rey, a sculpted guy in his mid-twenties who Evan frequently saw and caught his attention. The guy lived alone, which was perfect, and Evan decided to perform the spell on him.

It was like astral projection, which was initially hard for Evan, but he got the hang of it after a while. He just had to keep saying the spell whilst clearing his head. This would dislodge his soul from his body, and it did. He found himself translucent and green, floating over his body, who started to get up and move on its own. This was one of the conveniences of the spell, he thought, he could leave his body behind in autopilot rather than in slumber as he hopped bodies.

He phased down the floor and into Rey’s apartment, where he found the man drying off from a bath. Which was perfect, he was preoccupied. He flew towards the man, and thrust his ghostly hand into his back, making him groan and arch his back. Slowly, he absorbed Rey’s soul out of his body, sucking it into his as tendrils of bright orange crept up his arm.

This was some irreversible consequence that he didn’t understand, nor he cared about. Apparently, the more souls he sucked and bodies he took, the darker his soul turned and the harder it would be to purify it. According to the shady blog, the souls he absorbed would be tethered to his as their bodies would be, this would also include the memories, every single sin and bad luck the soul he took as well. It must be some spiritual crap, he thought, but he pushed the thoughts away. He was damned, nonetheless.

His ghastly neon green self lost some glow as the last of Rey’s soul was sucked into his. Slowly, the body grew limp and he simply phased inside it. It was finally his.

It was safe to say that he stayed up all night exploring the man’s body and enjoying it, before he dislodged and went back to his own after being satisfied. Since he’s absorbed the man’s soul, he can remotely control the man to his liking, with or without him inside, as well as experience what his senses felt. Presently, he was on autopilot and acting like himself, as if nothing happened.

That was one way to take over, Evan wanted to do it differently with Jasper. He felt a stirring inside his chest as he thought of it, and he decided to do it tonight. He couldn’t wait, the stiff tool inside his pants agreeing.

That evening after his parents left him alone, Evan locked himself in his room, and started to chant as soon as his back met the bed. Chills ran all over his body as he took a deep breath, then exhaled as his soul detached itself from his body. He floated overhead, as he watched his body roll over the bed and pick his phone up. Good.

Evan knew Jasper lived a few cities away, and he knew where. He tested it the night before, but turns out he didn’t need to fly through the night (though he could if he chose to). All he had to do was: think of the man as hard as he could.

Sure enough, he felt an extreme pulling sensation, and then a snapping release, as if he was just slingshotted as what happened last night. He suddenly found himself floating above the familiar house where Jasper lived. He didn’t dare enter the house last night as he might not be able to resist jumping inside the man immediately, but now, Evan felt shivers run all over his spectral form in excitement.

“I got you now.” he whispered to himself as he floated down, looking up at the starry night sky. Evan then found himself floating in the middle of Jasper’s room, the man just getting off his computer from work. He smirked, arms-crossed as he surveyed Jasper.

They hadn’t met in-person yet, at least Jasper didn’t. He really did swell up, evidenced by his shirt clinging onto his body when he distinctly remembered that it was loose the first time Jasper sent him a selfie with that shirt on. The man had a satisfied look on his face, one which Evan felt annoyed at and at the same time excitement to see it erased from his face.

It was just eight in the evening, the usual end of Jasper’s work online. He began stretching as he got up from his chair, his shirt hiking up a bit to reveal the beginning of a v-line. His shorts hung loose, except for the crotch area where there was a slight bulge.

Perfect, Evan thought as he moved forward in front of Jasper.

“It’s my turn now, buddy.” He whispers to Jasper, who merely feels a slight cool breeze on his face, making him pause. Evan snickered, and thrusted his own ghostly bulge towards Jasper, feeling it connect with the man’s.

Jasper gasps and barely contains a moan as both a cool sensation rushed into his crotch, followed by a warm feeling swallowing up his member, which started to bone out on its own. “W-what the f-fuuuuck…”

Evan grinned as Jasper’s stiff member accepted that part of Evan’s soul. A sudden rush of lust filled the both of them, with Jasper moaning and gasping, confused and turned on by what was happening. Meanwhile, Evan’s spirit member started to merge and take over that of Jasper’s yet they both felt the pleasure from down there.

Quickly after as Jasper’s knees started to tremble, Evan thrust his hand into one of Jasper’s. Tendrils of blue started to climb Evan’s arm as he made contact, fully taking Jasper’s left hand over.

“Shit… shit, what the fuck is—happening..?” Jasper struggled to say, moaning out as Evan moved his new hand towards their boner. Through the cloth, he massaged the head as it boned out more, eliciting a loud moan from both of them and in sync. Unable to take it anymore, Evan thrusts his other hand into Jasper’s other, the same thing happening as he immediately uses it to pull down his boxers.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Evan beamed as Jasper watched in horror while his own hands started to strip him naked and grip his member, which boned out fully in all its glory. Evan relished both the pleasure he felt, and the expression on the man’s face. He started to stroke his new schlong, enjoying the feeling as his legs slowly found its home inside Jasper’s, followed by a gasp.

“G-get out…fuck, get out of me.” Jasper growled, and Evan merely stifled a laugh.

“So you finally realized what’s happening. Smart.” Evan whispers, though Jasper does not hear, as he picks up the pace of his strokes. Evan brings one of their hands to feel Jasper’s chest, whose head throws back when Evan sensually pinches his sensitive nipple. Slowly, he pushes his entire arms inside of Jasper’s leaving only his body, neck, and head outside of Jasper’s.

Jasper was slowly losing it, as his head was filled with the fog of pleasure from both being invaded and his member being pumped. Evan made one of their arms flex, the biceps clear and showing, turning him on even more, including the near-defeated expression in Jasper’s face.

“Please…just—fuck I…” Jasper tried, as he felt his rod slowly filling up. Evan felt it too, and he used his free hand to massage and pull at his new balls, to add more to the pleasure.

“Fuck yeah, I can feel it too.” Evan says, moaning at the same time as Jasper does. He gripped their rod tighter, making Jasper whimper as cum filled the entire length, threatening to explode.

“F—fuck, here it comes!” Evan says, unable to hold it in, as they release, spurts of white shot out and hit Jasper in the face and neck, and on his chest. It was a lot, and Evan recalled that the mad would sometimes keep it in for a month before releasing.

At this, Jasper was slowly losing consciousness, as if every shot he made drained him out and Evan’s soul absorbed his. Evan was almost laughing, again, at this point as shock crossed Jasper’s face while the rest of him slowly sank inside the man’s body and started to take over.

“Evan—you…” He tried as only Evan’s head wasn’t inside Jasper. “Please, get…out..”

He didn’t get to finish as Evan Jammed his head inside Jasper’s, whose face goes from shock, to an expression of relief.

His member, which started to soften while Evan sank into him, sprang back to life as he started to laugh maniacally. He started feeling himself again, moaning as he brushed his hand against the tip of his still sensitive dick, spreading the cum on his chest all over his body, flexing and smirking in front of the mirror until once more, he shot strings of white into it.

“Serves you right, asshole.” He says to his reflection, hand on his chest and holding his dripping member. “Fuck you, I’m you now. Buddy.” He adds, mockingly.

Evan stayed inside Jasper for a few weeks, trying new things, sabotaging the man’s social media and making him come out as gay. He spent hours in front of the mirror in a day, playing with himself, until he went back to his own body. But it wasn’t for long. He had control over Jasper’s body still, but he enjoyed hopping inside and reenacting their last encounter. One time, he even got Rey’s body included to add more fun to it, and even record what was happening.

Eventually, Evan felt the grudge snuffed out of his heart, the fire no longer blazing, Jasper already conquered. As much as he liked playing with Rey’s body once in a while, he still found himself more satisfied being Jasper. And he deserved it, truly, he thinks. This was payback.

Still, with this much power, Evan wondered what he should do next.

He pondered on this, still wearing Jasper’s body. Until an idea crosses his head, and he smirks as he pulls up the list of people he and Jasper wanted to possess.

Man oh man I should have started a pred pay out ages ago. Tonight alone I had stuffed a good ten twinks deep inside. Look at my ass I shoved six twinks up there alone. Mmmffff fuck they really filled me out. But I’m able to seal them in still,

******* damn this pred is such an ass I know I know I shouldn’t be shocked seeing how he shoved me up his ass. But I paid for the full prey experience and little do I know this pred roughly fucked me with his friend then shoved me up his hungry hole before I could even get off. While I wasn’t that mad this ass pred had already stuffed five other twinks up his ass.

I recently discovered I had the power to ‘body hop’ into anyone I wanted, simply by making eye contact with them. I discovered my power right as I turned 18 and somehow ended up in the body of my Dad. He caught me checking him out doing some yard work early in the morning. Fuck, I was so embarrassed… but not for long.

“What the fuck?! Who… Dad? Why am I… you?!” I exclaim grabbing my hairy, beefy chest. My voice sounded so deep and different from my own. I looked down to see my Dad’s shirtless body in a pair of his sweaty gym shorts. Fuck, he was going commando too. I went into the garage and shut the door to inspect everything my Dad had to offer.

“I’m Aaron, nice to meet ya!” I say to myself in the mirror. “Fuck, Dad. Your body feels soooo good…” I moan out as I grope my new huge cock. I life up my arms and take a whiff of my new pits. “Oh man, I can get used to this…”

Suddenly my mom came into the garage and eyed me very strangely.

“Are you okay Aaron? What are you doing?”

“Uh, nothing mom, uh, Pam. Sorry. I, uh… was just finishing mowing the lawn.”

She eyed me up and down before walking up to me and grabbing one of my pecs and muscled arms.

“You really are so handsome baby. I hope you’re ready for our anniversary tonight.” She says as she massages my sore muscles. I wasn’t expecting my mom to do that, but I couldn’t deny how great it felt to be my Dad in this situation.

“Oooff… I’m so ready…” I groan out before realizing how fucked up this was. “I need to go inside. You know, shower up, get something to eat. I’ll see you later!” 

I awkwardly make my way inside and rush to the bathroom to lock the door. I can finally get a good glimpse of my new dad-bod too! Time to have some fun!

It’s been 2 weeks and I am still stuck as him! Thank gosh no one’s gone looking for the real me. I guess my real self is gone. No one seems to remember me. As great as it is to be my dad, I can’t help but get horny everytime I think about bodyhopping into someone new. I always stop myself out of fear, but I think today I’m gonna try it again.

Time to hit up the gym and take over the trainer that I saw yesterday…

You see, I tried hopping into that hot trainer from the gym back then. It felt fucking amazing being so fit, strong and handsome. I loved the attention I got, as everyone literally worshipped me.

Yet… everytime I watched my dad come into the gym to work out, I just couldn’t keep my eyes off him. It’s as if I was mesmerised by his body everytime I saw him. His beefy muscles, his handsome beard, and his ridiculously strong musk. I soon realized that every time I hopped into some hot hunk’s body and admired them in the mirror, I thought of my dad’s body looking back at me. Every time I took a sniff of my new armpits, I tied to remember my dad’s wonderful scent. Every second I spent as someone else… I just desired to be back in his body. The mature, thick, hairy, reeking body that no one in their right mind would want. Yet, I couldn’t think of anything else I wanted in this life. No, I wanted him to be mine and mine alone. His life, his job, his body, his back-pain, his thoughts, his very soul. All mine, forever and always.

I still remember it so clearly. The day I looked into the mirror and finally admitted it to myself: “I’m dad. I’m Aaron. I’m… you. Always have been and always will be. I love this body too much to ever leave it… Whatever body hopping powers I had, I don’t need it anymore. I have found the rightful body I should be in and that I truly deserve. This is the body I desire to live in until the day I die. Forever and always.”

The moment I uttered those last words, I remember feeling this painful and heavy feeling rushing over me. As if my very soul was being torn to pieces and seared with fire and lightning. I remember hearing the screams of my dad in our head as I finally collapsed.

When I woke up, I knew everything had changed. Everything. It was if my soul had been shattered, liquidfied, and then remoulded in a cast of my dad’s. I no longer felt like a stranger in his body, and his voice no longer screamed at me in the back of my mind. More so, his voice had become my own inner voice, as memories of his life flooded my mind. I now knew everything my dad knew: How to drive his car, which underwear he liked the most, how his favourite steak tasted like, or how often he jerked off when we weren’t home. I knew everything because… I was dad. He was me, as I was him. Dad, Aaron, me. Always have been, and always will be.

Because I also knew it was gone - the body hopping powers. I felt no magic coursing through my veins, no feeling as if my soul would jump the next time I looked into someone’s eyes, and no exit for me to easily leave my dad’s body just like that. No, I had been liberated from my powers the moment I no longer desired it. I was stuck, in my dad’s burly body, for the rest of my life.

“Oh dad…” I moaned as I grabbed his huge cock and began pumping it out of ecstacy. “Thank you for giving birth to me… just so I could become you!”

I watched the old man I had become finally shoot his load all over the mirror before I crawled over and lapped all of the muskiness up with my tongue. I admired my sweaty reflection with pride and lust as I knew I had made the right decision. “I said I could get used to this, and now I will. After all, I’m never leaving this body ever again… whether I want to or not. Bodyhoppin’ just isn’t my thing anymore…”

It’s been a couple of months ever since I opened up my small business, Life on Autopilot. So far I’ve had five clients, and I’m beginning to notice a pattern in my clients. Most of them are either (1) trying to get time off from work without actually using vacation days [or because they didn’t have any] or (2) trying to get away from family or friends without actually having to get away from them. 

Not that I mind it to be honest. I’ve gotten to be one Marine, two police officers, one EMT, and one dad with 4 kids. So far, they’ve all been willing to meet my prices and conditions, and I’ve been able to recreate their lives without any suspicion. Plus, my side OF of my clients is bringing in steady income and tips. I don’t know how it’ll last before it gets too messy to maintain, but I’ll worry about it later. As long as everyone’s consenting and I’m getting paid, everyone’s happy so far as I’m concerned. 

My latest client is a guy named Rodrigo. He’s a construction worker and has been for the past year and a half. He came looking for my services because he’s been stressed out and overworked lately, and his boss refuses to give him any off days without a legitimate reason. Luckily, I’m available to be Rodrigo while his spirit took the week off to rest. 

We finalized the details over the phone, he signed the contract and paid half up front, and boom, I popped over to Los Angeles and possessed Rodrigo. 

Construction work is nothing compared to my previous possession jobs. I just had to lift and operate heavy machinery when told. That second responsibility took a little more learning, but I got the hang of it after watching my coworkers do it a couple of times.

What can I say, I’m a professional now. I aim to satisfy my customers. 

Another work day come and gone in the blink of an eye. I returned to Rodrigo’s place and cooled off. It was the sixth day, only one more day before Rodrigo was scheduled to come back. Time to collect my extra fee- filming an OF video as Rodrigo. 

I sat down in Rodrigo’s bedroom in front of a mirror.

I rubbed Rodrigo’s cock through his jeans. I was still pretty sweaty from a hot work day. I lifted my arm and took a deep sniff of my armpit. The lingering scent of deodorant and sweat mixed together and it turned me on. I could feel his dick getting hard fast. I began undressing, slowly and seductively for the camera. Like I said, I aim to please. 

This guy had a nice body. Lean torso and thick thighs, I almost wished I could spend some more time possessing him. Oh well, the customer comes first. Always. 

I took off my shirt and brought out some lube and a dildo. Hope this body can take 8 inches, but as long as I’m in control, this body can take all that and more. 

I never minded being someone else to be honest. I knew how to possess other people for a couple years now. At first, it was really cool. I could literally become anyone else, whenever I wanted. But I got bored of it, the excitement just sorta died after a certain number of body possessions. I stopped for a while, but I kept my power handy just in case I ever needed it again. 

Then, one day, inspiration struck. I thought to myself why I wanted to possess other people in the first place, and I turned that question around and asked myself why wouldn’t you let someone possess you? Think about it: let’s say you live a stressful life, you never get time to yourself, and just overall you really need a break from life. And that’s where I come in. 

I got really frustrated and tired of working a 9-5 Monday through Friday every week. So I ended up quitting my day job and opening up my own small business: Life on Autopilot (patent pending). I would basically be possessing someone and living their life for them, while their spirit got to rest. I made the terms of service really clear. The possessed and I sit down and set some ground rules of what is and isn’t allowed, as well as what will be expected of me in my new body. I get paid X amount for X amount of time, and I offer compensation in case anything went wrong. All that, and I required one extra little “fee” from every client before I accept a job. 

I was pretty nervous when I launched my new business. I knew the services I was offering would be pretty sketchy, so I kept it lowkey through word of mouth on the street and a Reddit post I took down as soon as it got some attention. It took a week before I finally got my first client. We talked through all the details through WhatsApp, he gave me half of the payment up front, and we went on ahead through the possession. He was to give me his address and go to sleep, then at night, I took over and got to work. 

My first client’s occupation kinda caught me off guard to be honest, my first assignment was to possess a Marine. 

Sergeant B.R. Pelayo at your service. 

I did think about enlisting after I graduated from high school but I never went through with it. Yet, somehow I ended up in the Marines anyway. It was a pretty rough adjustment at first, having to keep up with a Marine’s strict routine and tough workout regime. It didn’t take long for me to realize why this guy hired me, I’d get tired too. But I got the hang of it, I strive for customer satisfaction. It’s just one week anyway, it’ll be over in no time.

And besides… I got to collect my very first “fee.” What was it? Every client I possessed would star in an OF video I ran for an extra income. I was very honest with all of my terms of service. My client was a little unsure at first, but decided to go through with it and signed our contract after some thought. 

It’s morning now, and morning wood is already pitching a tent through my bed sheets. Time to get one off.

Might have seen this one on a few other tumblrs, but it’s still one of my absolute favourites written by “Curious”! I’ll probably post a few more of his works if I have the time. Look forward to it! /Verus

“What?” Jeremy whispered raising his eye inquisitively.

“Well, you see… It’s just that… I….” I started to stutter out. I made this big deal about how I was finally going to get up the courage to tell him how I feel and here I am making a fool out of myself. “You what?” he asked a bit more gently. “I… uh… uhm I l-“ I could feel my cheeks flushing with color, why was this so hard? I took a deep breath and before I knew it the words came tumbling out: 

“I love you!” I semi-shouted. Oh damn, my face was really burning now. “I-“ he was cut mid-sentence as a sudden spasm went throughout his body and I saw a mischievous flicker in his eye as they temporarily flashed a dark brown instead of his usual blue. Must have been a trick of the light? “Oi, so this is him, eh?” Jeremy’s had said those words, but he didn’t talk like that. He looked himself over, and turned around looking at his back-end. Before finally he reached down with one hand and felt his package. “Wow, got quite the monster in there now doesn’t he?” he winked. 

By now I started feeling light-headed. Was this his sick way of blowing me off? I was snapped back to reality when I saw him undo his pants and pull them down, revealing a nice seven or eight inch cock, neatly trimmed. “Wow…” he gasped to himself before swinging his hips from side to side, watching his package bounce every which way, “It’s so much heavier…” He said before reaching down and starting to pump it. This was more than I could stand, my blood was boiling and I had no intention of holding back exactly what was on my mind, “Dude, if you didn’t feel the same fucking way all you had to do was say so. Not do… This!” I gestured at him, “Fucking a I-“ “Woah, woah. Slow your roll homey.” He said between gasps, clearing enjoying his cock. A cocky ass fucking grin on his face. “First off-“ I cut him off, still steaming from how inappropriately he was handling this.

“Woah, I’m not your friend Brian, or Scott, or whatever the hell his name… is” He bit his lip. “What the hell are you talking about? You’re obviously Jeremy. Anyone with fucking eyes can see that.” A sly grin crept across his face, “Exactly, see.” He let out one final moan as stream after stream came shooting out of his now shrinking cock. He let out a final sigh before taking a bit on his finger and licking it. What did he mean by that?

“I’m not whoever it is you think I am right now. True, I did hijack his body but I’m not whoever the fuck this is.” He said as he stood up and began making out with me. I pushed him back. “Dude, you want it or not? I know this beast has got some juice left in it.” He said as he winked before going in for the kiss again. I pushed him off again, “First tell me what the hell’s going on.” He sighed, “You’re no fun.” He had a slight pout on his face. “Well, I’ve always had this ability. I first discovered it when I was younger and I was getting picked on in P.E.. I had wound up in the locker room again with a bloody nose from all the intention balls lobbed at my face and the coach sent me to the locker room to shower up. I was sitting in the bathroom stall waiting for the blood to stop and I remember sitting there wishing that I had some way to make those kids pay. When suddenly I felt very light and I could see my body below me,” he ran a hand down Jeremy’s body. “I was really scared and didn’t know what was going on and naturally the coach came in to check on me so I ran to him for help. But it didn’t matter, no matter how much I yelled at him, or gestured he seemed to ignore me and didn’t even seem to notice me right in front of him. He turned around mumbling something about how I must have gone home and I was so mad at him for ignoring me too, that I threw my hands out to shove him. He stood up straight abruptly. I looked down and my hands were inside of him. He wasn’t moving, so I began to wonder… And I pushed into him, and I could feel him convulsing as I slowly took control of his limbs. He collapsed to the floor and when he opened his eyes, I was in control.

The first thing I felt was the cool tile on my face, and I felt different… Heavier… I started to get up and as I pushed myself up, I felt a lot stronger. After I’d stood up I felt like everything was so much smaller. I adjusted the waistband of my shorts trying to get comfortable. I couldn’t get comfortable. I finally pulled them down and I could see why; my penis was so much bigger than I remembered it being, and it had hair on it! I ran over to the mirror to see the reflection of Coach Smith looking back at me! 

I couldn’t believe it! I posed a little, enjoying his much more muscular, adult, physique. His everything seemed so huge compared to my much younger , under-developed body. I was in the middle of examining myself when an idea slowly crept into my mind. I could make those kids pay with the coach’s body. A devilish grin crept across my face as I walked back out into the gym blowing my whistle. All the kids stopped playing and I announced a change of plans. A free period to do whatever anyone wanted, but I made the 5 specific boys who made my life miserable do all sorts of ridiculous exercises, threatening to fail them for the whole semester, (and in the only class they were passing with an “A”!) I fucking loved it, the power that came with this body. I also got a rush making Coach bend to my every whim. Sadly the bell rang and I had no choice but to let them go. It was the end of the day so they went straight home instead of showering. I went back to Coach’s office in the locker room unsure of what to do now. I wanted to go home too but I couldn’t think how to even begin leaving his body and getting back to mine. To pass the time I started going through Coach’s desk and I found some pretty naughty magazines. One was a DVD and I popped it into Coach’s DVD player and watched. Let’s just say it didn’t take long to catch on how to please Coach’s, or rather, my body for the time being. Not knowing what was coming, I got up and started to run to the toilet because I thought I had to pee when it all came out anyways, and I felt immediately relaxed and I felt coach’s body start to fall to the ground and I pulled back to fight falling and I was out. I went back to my body and as I walked out, I laughed because his face had landed in the stuff that he had “pee-d” out. Hehe, yeah, I thought adults pee-d some weird shit when I was younger. But let’s just say as time went on I got more used to my ability and I definitely spent more and more time in coach’s body, but that’s off track.

Back to now. I was just bored on a night out with the Mrs. so I decided to come look for some fun and your friend’s body here looked like it would get me what I needed. I just wanted a quick hook-up. A smug grin crept across his face. “Tell you what, you help me, and I’ll help you learn to do this too. We got a deal?” he stuck out Jeremy’s hand. “Uh, yeah sure I guess.” I said shaking his hand. “Excellent.” He said as he sat down and dropped his pants. “Get to suckin’!” I’d never taken a dick to the mouth before, but I did think about it a lot with Jeremy.. So I slowly leaned down and next thing you know I feel his hands come to the back of my head, shoving it up and down on his shaft, I gagged but I quickly squeezed my thumb, fighting the urge to vomit. I could hear Jeremy’s body starting to gasp, and he even let out a few moans, and I could feel a stiffening in his shaft so I tried to pull off when I felt those same hands shove it back on. I nearly gagged as I received splurges of his sploosh in my mouth. I tried to spit it out but whoever this was told me I needed to swallow it which I begrudgingly did. “Wow, you’re a good little cock-sucker. I’ll have to remember that the next time I need a hit.” I could see the look of a hunter who just successfully captured his prey. That expression on Jeremy’s face, it wasn’t right. “Well congrats kid!” I then felt a hand reach down and pull me out of my body. Time seemed to stand still in this state. I could see my body still on its knees, mouth on Jeremy’s shrinking cock. Fuck, I wanted that for so long… I looked to Jeremy and I could see the face of a much older, pudgier, man pulling out of his body. I was mortified. “You want to try? Come on… I know you do!” He gestured to Jeremy.

I couldn’t… Could I? and before I knew it I felt a strong shove from behind and I flew into Jeremy. I felt his body spasm. Then I saw my body give a shake as it looked up taking its mouth off my cock. “This’ll be more fun…” He started using my body to massage my cock again, and I felt the blood rushing too it, I felt a bit lightheaded but I guess I wasn’t used to that much blood engorging my groins. I saw a sly smile on my face as it took my cock back in its mouth once again. I moaned rather loudly. Jeremy was uncut and as such his dick was so sensitive! I started gasping and I felt my body’s mouth release. “Now comes the fun part…” Did my voice really sound like that? Weird. I saw my body turn around and spread its cheeks, before slowly lowering itself onto my now throbbing cock, I felt the pressure immediately and Jeremy’s instincts took over as I felt his big, strong, hands grab my body’s hips and pull him down onto my cock. My body had never been anally penetrated and I could hear my body’s whimpers of pain. But I didn’t care, I was too enticed with lust and I flipped my body over so it was on all fours. I slowly pulled out, but I could feel my sphincter tightening, trying to keep my cock in there. I pressed slowly back in, as my body wasn’t used to the friction yet, but after a few more thrusts it loosened up and I could hear it now panting happily as I started gyrating at a steadily faster pace. Fuck I loved Jeremy’s cock! I could see drool escaping my body’s mouth as he continued to moan with pleasure. I felt my loins tighten and with one final thrust the glorious release came and I sighed happily, allowing the cum to flow freely into my body’s awaiting ass. I could see my body furiously jerking its cock, before splurging all over the carpet. “Fuck that was even better… I wouldn’t have taken you for the virgin type. It felt nice.” My body said. “Oh, I guess I better be getting back to the Mrs. now.” He gestured out the window and I looked and saw a really ripped gentleman walking out of the theatre across the street with a beautiful woman latched onto his arm. “But I thought your body went unconscious when you possessed someone else?” I said, still not used to the rumble of Jeremy’s baritone.

“It does. But, do you see that guy and his smokin’ hot wife? Why should I bust my ass to look that great when that guy does it because he loves it? He puts in all the work and I reap all the benefits. I’ve made him my permanent residency. Looks like the date went well… she’s nibbling on his ear. Poor guy, hasn’t had sex in months. I always take control of the wheel when it comes to play time. He has a nice cock too. Even got a piercing down there! Makes sex so much better let me tell you… Guy’s an animal. His muscle memory fucks so well. I’m practically screaming the moment his cock touches anything. Well, there goes my ride!” And with that, I saw the portly man leave my body and fly down into that man. It was smooth, I guess that body was just used to him by now. He looked up to the window and winked before holding the car door open for his wife and then leaving. I looked down at my unconscious body still impaled on Jeremy’s cock. What to do, and how do I go back…? 

NOT MY STORY. POSTING OF AN INTERACTIVE STORY ON WRITING.COM CREATED BY VCHRIS 1989WHICH CAN BE FOUND HERE https://www.writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/2067738-Body-Possession-Journey

OUTLINE: BRANDON CONTINUES EXPLORING HIS DADS BODY AND DECIDES TO UP THE ANTE

Brandon got dressed in some preppy casual clothes A fitted polo that showed off his dad’s nice pecs and toned shoulders and some khaki shorts that went a little above the knee, so everyone was able to see Richard’s amazing calves and thigh muscles. This wouldn’t be acceptable in most standard offices, but Richard was primarily able to work from home on account of owning his own company, so he could dress however he wanted except for the obvious client meetings when he had to suit up. Brandon was loving how he looked in the mirror, feeling along his father’s tapered V torso through the soft peter Millar golf shirt. He figured he’d try his hand at doing a few “grown up” things and went to Richard’s home office, enjoying the feeling of the luxury chair morphing to his extra weight and putting his spine in perfect alignment. His Dad had a corporate-grade PC with a finger print reader for extra security, but he smirked as he pressed down with his new finger and watched the laptop unlock for him. He did the same with his dad’s Face ID on his iPhone and felt immense satisfaction. “Hmmmm, since I’m technically Richard for now, I guess I should do some work. Don’t want my old man to be screwed over tomorrow or whenever I go back to normal…” Brandon said aloud with richard’s deep baritone. But he honestly didn’t know where to begin. Brandon never fully understood what his dad’s job even was. That’s when an idea hit him. He thought long and hard—concentrating on accessing his father’s memories and knowledge. He closed his eyes and focused until he opened his eyes with an alert expression. “Holy fuck!” Brandon said as he opened a work program and began typing away. He now knew everything that his dad did and knew how to do it exactly as well as his father! After an hour or two he logged off of the laptop, having completed all of his father’s assigned work and emails for the afternoon. The satisfaction he felt was immense. With Richard’s work done, plus it’s now Saturday afternoon, Brandon thought about what he should do? Is it time to move on or should he enjoy the weekend in his father’s body?

OPTION: TRY TO PERMANENTLY MERGE WITH HIS DAD’S BODY

Yes yes yes! Brandon already knew that this was his ideal, perfect body! And now that he knew he could access his father’s knowledge and memories he knew he would be able to continue his dad’s work and other adult stuff like bills and taxes! There was nothing holding him back! Brandon didn’t know if this would work, but he stripped down naked and hopped back onto his dad’s bed. He was so hard thinking about owning this body and BECOMING Richard permanently. Brandon grabbed his father’s pulsating rod and began stroking it gently while he focused and closed his eyes. Within his mind he searched around until his spiritual avatar found the true dormant Richard. His father was trapped in stasis in his body’s own subconscious while Brandon had been having his fun, but now Brandon was ready to take things to a new level. He wasn’t going to merely possess his dad—he was about to become his dad. Brandon flopped his dad’s spirit form over onto his stomach so his back was facing up. From there, all Brandon could think to do was enter. Back in the real world, Richard’s body was stroking his cock faster and with greater intensity as Brandon’s spirit positioned itself behind Richard’s resting spirit and began to enter! Richard’s body suddenly seized and arched its back as Richard’s own spirit was invaded and possessed by his youngest son. There was no going back from this. Brandon was elated as he felt the larger soul take more and more of him in. He stretched his astral legs into his fathers—felt his fathers astral torso swallow him and seal him inside and finally their heads aligned and Brandon’s was sealed inside. “Nnnggggggggg fuuuuucckkkk yeahhhhh!!!!” Richard’s body roared as cum shot all over his chest and bed, toes curled and his sexy mature face flushed red and face tight with pleasure. Brandon opened his eyes, breathing harder than he ever had as he looked at the site in front of him. “Fuck, it worked!” He gasped before hungrily eating up every last drop of “his” seed. He no longer felt like he was an outside force in his father’s body. No—this was now his base body now and forever more. And he closed his eyes and explored his mind to prove it. Within his mind he went in front of an astral mirror and saw the proof—his spiritual form was now identical to his father. The voice inside his head was his father’s. He was truly Richard in every way. Opening his eyes again he wondered…did the merge make him lose his powers? He concentrated and to his delight he instantly transformed into an astral form only now his astral form looked just like his father! This was a dream come true for Brandon! It’s Saturday evening and Brandon no longer exists. What does the new Richard do now?

OPTION: MAKE A COVER STORY AS TO WHERE HIS ORIGINAL BODY DISAPPEARED TO 

Richard gets to work…He goes to his old room and collects some clothing and essentials and stuffs them in a duffel bag. He then grabs pen and paper and begins writing the note, tapping into his former handwriting to really sell the act. Dad, Jake, and Smith: I’m sick of being part of this family. I’ve decided to run away. I didn’t take my phone, so you won’t be able to track me. Don’t even bother to try finding me. I’m never coming back. Richard then tosses the duffel bag into a creek in the back yard and watches the remnants of his old life wash away with the current. It shouldn’t be a turn-on, but he can’t help but feel his dick hop a little as he realizes this life and body really is his now. It’ll take some getting used to as he still thinks of himself as Brandon at his core, but it’s only a matter of time before that old life feels like a distant memory. Thinking with Richard’s voice certainly helps. Time to put on the act…. “Boys! Jake! Smith! Get down here!” Richard shouts from the kitchen. The two older sons hustle down the kitchen, not wanting to upset their father after the morning incident. “Boys, Brandon ran away! He left this note!” Richard says before showing them the paper. “Quick! Start calling all your friends in the neighborhood. Get in your cars and check the neighborhood! I’ll cover the south side of the neighborhood! Go! Now!” The boys look shocked and surprised but quickly get to work–letting their friends and neighbors in town know to be on the lookout for Brandon before getting in their cars and searching. Richard goes along with the show–calling several parents with concern to see if Brandon is at their house before hopping in his expensive SUV and driving off. Except Richard doesn’t drive around the neighborhood. Nope–he’s too excited. He’s getting off on this. He goes to the mall and parks in an empty area where no one can see what he’s up to. “mmmmm yeahhhhh” he moans as he rubs his throbbing cock through his nice khaki shorts. “no going back. This really is all mine now” Richard unbuttons and unzips the shorts, freeing his monster cock from its fabric prison before enthusiastically gripping the shaft and pumping that meat. The devoted single father that has half the neighborhood on a wild goose chase is getting off on this! The finality of it all. He knows that once there is a search and it’s eventually called off that’ll be it. He’ll have to act sad and put on a show, but it’s only a matter of time until he’s free to live the life he’s always dreamed of in a body that he deserved. The old Richard was gone forever. There was a new Richard in town. These thoughts swarmed through his mind until he finally couldn’t handle it anymore. “mmmmmfffuuuuuckkk!” Richard groaned before biting down on his bottom lip and feeling his cock shoot out wads of his virile seed. The shots of warm cum got everywhere–all over his nice shirt, the steering wheel, and one even landed smack dab across his cheek. After his breathing calmed down, Richard got to work eating up as much of the spunk as he could before stripping off the cum soaked polo and reaching in the backseat for his gym bag. He pulled out a fitted exercise shirt and swapped into it, admiring his cut torso along the way. “Well, better head back and let anyone know Brandon was nowhere to be found.” the man says with a smirk.

OPTION: STOP BY A SEX SHOP ON THE WAY HOME

“Oh fuck yeah!” Richard says aloud as he sees a sex shop emporium on the drive home. With teenage delight the fully grown man parks right outside and saunters into the store. He’s given a quick welcome and told to let the staff know if he needs help. Richard isn’t looking for anything in particular though–a little bit of everything. He grabs a basket and immediately goes to the lube section, picking out all sorts of flavored lubes, regular lubes, and even some that claimed to reduce anal pain. Next up was the fleshlights. The former Brandon had wanted one ever since he hit puberty but was too embarrassed to ask for one. But now that he was Richard…he put two in his basket–one shaped like a pussy and one shaped like a tight asshole. He went ahead and got a few vibrators and then in the dildo section he picked out three so he could graduate up over time: an average looking 6 inch cock, a juicier 8 inch cock, and finally, a beer can thick 10 inch cock. It might take some time to work up to that one…. He didn’t need any porn DVDs since the web was abundant with porn, but he thought maybe later he’d get a subscription to Sean Cody. For now though he brought his basket to the checkout counter and proudly pulled out his platinum credit card. Richard was beyond excited to put these new goodies to work. He hopped in the car and headed to….

OPTION: LIQUOR STORE

The liquor store was just across the street, so Richard thought, ehhhh why the hell not? This 43 year old man was looking forward to his first drink…well his first drink now that he had permanently gone from 14 to 43. The former Brandon had never had a drink in his life, but based on the memories he absorbed from his father, this body didn’t drink often, but when it did, ketel one vodka was the booze of choice. He excitedly grabbed a 1.75L bottle of the ketel one and picked up some club soda, orange juice, and lemons. Based on his new memories, a vodka soda with lemon would be tolerable, but a vodka OJ would actually taste really great. Richard loved being able to pull out his wallet and see his new self on that Driver’s license. Handing over an image of such a sexy, attractive man was a thrill–even more so knowing this was his identity forever and ever–or at least until he decided to merge into someone else–maybe he’d give this body a good 10 years and then merge into his oldest son, Smith…but that was all down the road. For now he was just thrilled to hand over that platinum credit card, pay, and return to his car with materials to have one hell of a fun first night in this body. Richard began driving home and thought over how to approach Jake and Smith.

OPTION: COMFORT YOUR ‘SONS’ ABOUT YOUR DISAPPERENCE

Upon returning home, Richard entered the home to see his two sons having a vicious verbal fight over who was responsible for Brandon leaving without a trace. The former Brandon had wanted them to feel bad, but now that he saw how devastated they were and how much guilt they felt for not being nice to him, he felt a need to comfort them with his new position as their father and mentor. “Boys, boys, come here,” Richard said as he pulled Jake and Smith in for a hug. “Look, I know I was tough on both of you this morning and I’m sorry for that. But at the end of the day you two can’t blame yourselves for Brandon’s decision. We’ll file that missing persons report first thing tomorrow, but for now it’s too soon–they won’t even log a report until enough time has passed. We’ve got the whole neighborhood looking. Things will work out. Now all we can do is get some rest and try again tomorrow.” That seemed to make both boys calmer and more relaxed, so Richard was glad he had chosen to neutralize the situation rather than twist the blade and make them feel even worse. Richard pretended to answer some emails in his office until he heard Jake and Smith both turn it in for the night. “ugh Finally!” he said with glee as he closed the laptop and retrieved his goodies from the car. Tons of vodka, lube, fleshlights, and dildos were all his to enjoy in that perfect older body. So many firsts were his to enjoy that night. But he wondered–would it be even more satisfying to enjoy this booze and these toys with another person?

OPTION: GET DRUNK AND PLAY WITH YOUR SEX TOYS

I’m not really ready to jump right to sex Richard thought to himself. I mean, he literally just stole this body today. He wanted to get fully comfortable with it first before jumping right into sex. That would come in due time, but for now he grinned as he unpacked his bags in his master bedroom. He made sure to lock the door. Noise wouldn’t be that much of an issue within reason seeing as how the master bedroom was on the ground floor and all three of the boys’ bedrooms were upstairs. Richard was already getting hard as he unpacked and laid out the booze and all of the sex toys he had bought with his platinum visa. God, what a thrill handing that thing over. All of that hard-earned money was his to enjoy. He fetched some ice and a glass from the kitchen and went ahead mixing a cocktail. About 3 parts OJ to 1 part Vodka. Nothing strong based on the old Richard’s memories, but something enjoyable to prime the palette for stronger drinks. He took his first sip and…

OPTION: CONTINUE DRINKING

Wow that was better than he thought it would be! This body had decades of drinking experience, but its new owner did not despite now possessing Richard’s memories. It was still his first drink and he was lucky to be tasting it with an experienced tongue. That vodka screwdriver was gone after one more big gulp. “mmm damn that was good,” Richard marveled as he poured another–stronger this time at probably 2 parts OJ to 1 part vodka. “Bottoms up,” he mused before taking another sip. He scrunched his face slightly. “Well, that has a bit more of a kick,” he said before laughing. But he was man of the house now and wasn’t going to water it down. Richard tossed the drink back and set the glass down, belching just slightly as he already felt a mild euphoria that he had never experienced before. “Oh fuck this feels good,” he mused to himself as he made one more round exactly like the last one. He savored this one more, not quite tossing it back–already amazed at how his palette had adjusted and this one didn’t have the kick that the last round had. Richard wanted to really feel what it was like to be drunk before he played with all of the sex toys, so he switched over to the vodka soda–making three moderately strong rounds with lemon juice before downing them in decently rapid succession. He was feeling like he was on cloud nine, euphoric and happier than he had ever been. Richard made one more vodka soda that he put on the nightstand to nurse later on, but for right now he was feeling absolutely perfect and ready for some sex toy fun. He pulled off the fitted gym shirt from earlier and gasped in excitement again as he got up in front of the mirror and rubbed his hands along those carved pecs. Seeing that masculine, handsome face smiling with teenage excitement at the hotness of his own body was such a cute sight. He flexed and clenched his pecs and abs as he massaged that torso, dick tenting in his shorts as he did so. “Fuck man, I’m such a stallion. I’ve milked this cock like 3 times today and I’ve never been hornier,” he mused to himself. “No hard feelings, Dad. I’m so glad I became you. It wasn’t enough to just inhabit you. I fucking needed to become you!” Richard remembers that moment when he used to be Brandon–when his younger astral form entered the slumbering astral form of Richard–fully possessing and merging into his own father’s soul–effectively destroying the man that raised him and making him the new Richard now and forever. “Fuck yeah this is my body forever. Fuck, I’ve got your cock, your good looks, all your muscles, your great job, your clothes, your money. It’s all mine now.” Richard’s cock was throbbing at this point so he quickly shook off the shorts and underwear and marveled at his reflection with the 10 inch cock standing straight up, hard as a steel rod. He immediately laid down a towel on the bed and pulled all of the toys into the bed with him. He was excited, but didn’t know where to start.

OPTION: START WITH DILDOS

“Oh my god, I’ve always wanted to know what this feels like!” Richard exclaims as he grabs the smallest dildo he bought earlier and slathers it in the lube that reduces pain. He goes ahead and smears some on his hole for good measure. This sexy grown man raises his legs in the air and gently places the head of the dildo against his virgin opening. “Oh fuck that’s tight,” he groans as he gently nudges the head halfway in before the pain makes him remove it. “Need to relax a little–or maybe I need some of that lidocaine lube inside me…” Richard pumps some of that lube on his left index finger and sighs loudly as he inserts that finger inside himself, slowly up to the knuckle. He enjoys just leaving that finger in there and gently swirling it around. The lube is definitely working because he can feel the pleasure of the finger swirling, but his sphincter seems noticeably less uncomfortable and more relaxed. Richard removes the finger and lines the dildo back up, applying gentle pressure again and moaning out as this time he’s able to get the entire head inside himself. He closes his eyes and just leaves it in like that for almost a minute before taking a deep breath and applying more pressure. “ohhhhhhh fuck,” he moans out as he slowly slides that dildo deeper, half inch by half inch. He has to stop again when it’s about halfway inside, but he keeps it exactly where it is and tightens his hole around it. As soon as he relaxes again he’s able to slide more of the dildo in. This process continues over and over until he arches his back and grunts loudly as the final half inch is fully inserted inside himself. “mmmmmmmmm Jesus that feels good,” he groans as he stretches his muscular, hairy legs out, curling his toes and squeezing his hole tight around that 6 inch dildo. Richard didn’t know if he should push his luck–He was feeling so good with the 6 inch dildo. Maybe he should just fuck himself with that since this ass is a virgin ass. Then he can incorporate the fleshlights and still have an amazing night. Or should he be daring and try to fit the 8 inch dildo inside himself?!

OPTION: STICK TO THE 6-INCH DILDO AND FLESHLIGHT

Richard was too horny to take on the process of working up to an 8 inch dildo, feeling so amazing and full with the 6 incher. It was a bizarre sight, this respectable 43 year old father acting out the most horny fantasies of his gay 14 year old son, clearly beyond turned on by the power he had in his new body. He eagerly lubed his pulsating ten inch rod and began lowering a fleshlight onto his meat, sighing in satisfaction as he felt himself stuffed full and his own cock snug and filling a tight, slick hole. He just basked in the dual sensation for a few moments before slowly pulling the fleshlight up a bit and sliding it back down, instantly sending a shiver down his spine as he went at it again, this time thrusting a bit into his grip, growling now as the testosterone took over. Richard’s toes curled and dug into the bed as he spread his thighs wide, working rhythmically to thrust up into his grip to fuck the fleshlight, while furiously using his other hand to plunge the dildo in and out of his quickly adapting hole. “nnngggggg FUCK! This prostate went to waste all these years! god DAMN that feels good!” Richard said between grunts as he continued this double pleasure. Sweat formed a sheen on his hairy and muscular body as his breathing picked up, muscles tightening as his back arched and he nearly screamed with seismic pleasure, thrusting the dildo into him one last firm time as stream after stream of cum launched into the fleshlight, filling it up so much that each pump started squirting his seed out of the sex toy oozing down his shaft and getting caught all over his thick bush, thighs, and lower abs. “Jesus Christ…” Richard said, panting for breath as he smiled in orgasmic bliss. He reached over and sniffed the manly aroma radiating from his hairy and sweaty pits, really digging his face in and even tasting that funky sweat before removing the fleshlight and letting his juices ooze into his open and eagerly awaiting mouth. “Tastes so fucking good…” Richard moaned as he devoured his own seed. And on some level, the man previously known as Brandon basked in making his new identity do this. Even though he was technically the new Richard, the old him never would have existed without this seed he now hungrily devoured with his new mouth. The world truly seemed like his oyster at this point as Richard contemplated what he could do next…

(NOT MY STORY. STORY IS ORIGNALLY FROM VCHRIS1989.TUMBLR.COM WHICH DEACTIVATED YEARS AGO. REPOSTED FOR RECORD KEEPING PURPOSES)

My name is Joe and I like to take morning walks with my best bud, Fred.  We usually hit the outskirts of our neighborhood where the woods remain unencroached by development or civilization…and especially by the frat brats at the local university just down the road.  Those assholes are real trouble.  Sure, there was a time when Fred and myself were into that sort of shenanigan bullshit, but now that we’re both beefy and muscular 35 year-olds, well…let’s just say you gain a little perspective in life and the last thing you ever want to see is a loud, drunk, frat boy.  Or at least that’s how I felt until we stumbled upon this fine specimen passed out on an air mattress, probably left behind after a night of wild frat partying in the woods. 

Some real nice friends he’s got…What shitheads.  I mean look at him!  Exposed like that- just in some snug boxer briefs that leave his toned pecs and abs on display for the whole world.  And that cute slumbering face.  It’s dangerous to leave a tight, young, hot frat boy just laying around in the elements…he might get found by someone like me…

Fred quickly catches my gaze but I already know what he’s thinking.  Before he can even open his mouth I’ve already shouted, “DIBS!”

Fred’s mouth opens, but having already been swiftly defeated he just closes his mouth as his whole expression drops into a droopy sigh.

“Yeah that’s right, bitch.  Finder’s Keepers!” I yell playfully.  We’re good enough friends that we can trash talk like this without it ever being hurtful.  Besides, he knows I’ve got his back no matter what.  And that’s why right now in this moment he’s got mine.

“What chumps he’s got for buds,” Fred comments as he grabs onto the boy and helps me flip him over onto his stomach.  We’ve done this before- It’s a game we play all the time, using our knowledge of the occult to play Finder’s Keepers with stud bodies.  Usually we play at the local gay club, taking older Daddy bears or forcing inside of young, adorable twinks, always working as a team and having each others back.  But this is the first time our game has ever featured a straight college frat bro as its star.  Speaking of- this frat boy is starting to moan and babble, so I think we better act fast.

“Dude, his eyes just opened,” Fred tells me.  “We don’t have much time.”

“Got it,” I tell him as I strip down to my naked form, hard earned muscle mass bulging all over.  Even though I’m at least twice this kid’s size, I still get off on being inside a lean and tight body. “You gonna hold him for me if things get rowdy?” I ask Fred.

“You know I always do,” he replies with a wink and a smirk.

Okay here we go.  Approaching from behind, I gently take this kid’s sandals off, reveling in their softness as I rub them and sniff them.  Mmmmmm what a good boy scent.  Some traces of sweat and youthful testosterone.  Oh man, I bet I know what will smell even better.  Continuing up, I rub along his hairy and toned legs.  God, I just love it when boys have lean legs like this that still have some nicely defined calves and just enough hair to offer a faint trace of manliness.  As I massage my way up this kid’s calves he begins craning his neck, moaning about how nice my touch feels, but asking where he is.  I’m not too worried yet though as his eyes are still glazed with intoxication.  I continue  up his thighs, rubbing deeper and deeper until I’m rubbing that area where his snug boxer briefs begin, continuing my massage until I can feel my fingers rubbing his sizable balls.  Yeah, I want this boy to be nice and relaxed for me.

The kid I’m massaging is lightly cooing as I rub his balls in my strong grip, but he’s starting to get more conscious, asking out, “mmmmmm who’s dooooooing that…?  Where’d Jeremy and Mark go?  ooooo that feels nice…where are we?”

I finally slide my fingers inside the elastic of his boxer briefs and begin sliding them down his legs, getting no physical resistance, but hearing him inquire, “Wait, what are you-?  No stop, man.  Where are my friends?  I just need my phone.  Gotta call Jeremy or Mark. I- Hey what are you doing?!” he shouts as Fred snatches his phone from him.  The anger he feels really sobers him up right as I grab his plump cheeks in my strong hands and pull them apart, exposing his virgin boy cherry as I bring my my scruffy face between those mounds and have myself a virgin boycunt for breakfast.

“WHAT THE-?  mmmmmmmmmohhhhhhhhhhh” he moans as he grabs at the mattress, eyes shit tight in surprise as his face involuntarily scrunches into one of pleasure.  His legs are squirming as he eventually gets enough of a grip and tries to crawl away, moaning out, “No please!  ahhhhhhhhhh  Not Gay!  Please stoahhhhhhhhhhp!  oh god man please leave me alone!  Gimme back my phone I gotta call my buds- Please God I’m not fucking gay!”  Still weak, but fighting with more vigor, Fred takes a step towards us, but I shake my head signalling “Not yet.”  I got this for now.  Using my strong arms I snake my forearms around his thighs, locking him in place as I shove my wet tongue inside his virgin hole, swirling it around and pushing it past his clenched sphincters, making him moan in ecstasy at my violation of his hole.  This straight boy is so ashamed to admit how good it feels, so he keeps trying to squirm away from me.  He’s not going anywhere though, not with my death grip on his thighs and with my face between his cheeks and my tongue buried this far up his ass.  His squirming is just making my tongue swirl around more inside him, setting off all those previously untouched nerve endings and getting him nice and loose for me.  “Unnnnnnngggggggggggaaaaahhhhhhhh- FUckin!  JESUS PLEASE STOP!” He gasps as his back arches and his fully hard untouched cock begins dripping precum.

Perfect-he’s ready for me now.  I unhook my arms and remove my tongue from him, eliciting a simultaneous sigh of relief and disappointment.  But before he can scramble away, I grab his hips firmly, and roughly spread his legs with my knees, giving myself easy access to that virgin boycunt.

“NOOOOo PLEASEEEEE!!!!!!  LET ME GO PLEASE!!!! I WON’T TELL ANYONE! OH GOD NO PLEASEEEEEE!!!!!” the kid shouts out as he desperately tries to crawl away from me, his efforts proving futile as my strength keep him pinned down for me.  He claws at the mattress, unaware that after today, his body will be begging for dick.  This is the ritual, Fred and I developed.  We have our subject.  His hole has been properly prepared, and now to start the spell our bodies must be joined intimately and absolutely.  Then I need but speak the words of power to begin the invasion.

My cock is oozing precum as I place the head against his wet hole and thrust my hips hard, struggling until the head finally pops inside.

“NOOOOOOOAGGGGHHHHHH FUCK! STOP MAN!  PLEASE!   STOOOOAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” he yells in pain as I thrust again, grunting as I manage to get only another inch or two inside his clenched hole.

“This can go SMOOTH [*Thrust*] or it can be hard as FUCK [*thrust*] for you, but either way, I have to be completely inside you for this to WORK [*Thrust*]”

The boy squeals with each one of my failed thrusts, clenching his hole harder and harder with each attempt, making it impossible thus far for me to get more than 4 out of my 7 inches inside.

“GO TO HELL YOU SICK FUCK!  YOU CAN [*THRUST*] AHHHHHHHHH FUCK YOU!  YOU CAN GO STRAIGHT TO HELL [*THRUST THRUST THRUST*] UNNNNGGGGGGGGAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!” He yells as he scrunches up his face as he yells out, his face going red as he grits his teeth and balls his fists up, ferociously squirming, but just making my oock rub more of the nerve endings inside him.  Fred doesn’t need to help me subdue this kid, but he smirks as he walks over and reaches his hand underneath this struggling boy.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING [*THRUST*] AHHHHHHHH  DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME_Ohhhhhhhhhh SHIT ungyAHHHHHHHH!” He begins moaning against his will as Fred grabs his wet with precum cock and begins pumping him, making him unclench his hole for just a split second and finally allowing me to thrust the last three inches inside him.

“ARRRGRHHHHHHHHH OH MY FUCCCCKKKK NOOOOOOOOO GOD AHHHHH!” He screams as he feels the combined sensation of being strecthed out and completely full of my 7 inch cock and the strong grip of Fred pumping his oozing dick.  The moment is finally perfect, so I shout, “POSSESSUM CONTROLEKTUM  POSSESSUM CONTROLEKTUM!”

“You’re fucking crazy you sick FUCK!” the boy yells, groaning his way through a battle to hold back tears as he notices the sky around us darken and what feels like static to him coursing through the air.  That’s mystical energy he’s feeling, and I’ll need all of it that I can get to fit inside his tight and toned body.  I grunt as, with my cock still fully buried inside him, I thrust with all my might, making him squeal as he notices a different sensation.  I look down and see that my thrust forced my hips halfway inside his.  Fuck yeah it’s working!  I thrust again, and again!

“WHAT ARE YOU- AGGHHHHH  STOP!  IT’S TOO MUCH!  TOO TIGHT!” he yells as my hips cram into his thinner and tighter hips, leaving my upper body and legs jutting out of him.  The poor sap doesn’t even know…I lift my legs up find his Achilles heels with my toes, with each foot wedging his Achilles heels in the space between my big toe and the next toe.

“wait what the-FUCCCCCKKKKKKKK!” he yells in agony as I grunt and begin forcing my feet past his Achilles heel, entering his smaller and more boyish feet as I keep pushing and pumping, grunting and growling as I wiggle and squeeze my feet and thick legs inside his, making him gasp as my massive thighs and powerful calves condense inside his own.  As his skin finally closes around my own, we simultaneously curl his toes, and we both moan now as I assert control of his lower body and get a good grip on the air mattress with his toes and begin thrusting his lean hips into the pumping grip of Fred, who himself is showing a wet spot from his own precum soaking his pants.  We both moan from the sensation as I lean down and place my broad chest on his back, whispering into his ear, “see, your body will feel so fucking goooood when I’m inside.”

“nooooo….pleaseeeeee,” he pants weakly before I begin grinding my chest into his back, sinking my much larger form into his chest cavity.  His mouth is wide open as is he is trying to scream, but no sound comes out.  He continues breathing deeply as I sink into his arms and finally grind my head into his.  The moment his skin closes and swallows my skull, his entire freezes and jerks, convulsing uncontrollably as I shift inside him, making him feel impossibly full and tight as he grabs at his head, feeling me shifting even inside the sanctity of his own brain as he begs, “GETTTT OUT OF ME!  PLEASE GET OUT OF ME!!!  TOO TIGHT!  TOO MUCH!  AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” *Thud*

His body completely relaxes and collapses flat onto the ground as I open my new eyes, breathing so heavily and covered in sweat as I use his cute voice for the first time.  “So, Fred, how about we finish what we started?” I say with a wink as I get back on hands and knees and Fred eagerly grabs this boy’s cock, smearing the precum still oozing out of my new meat around his grip as he begins pumping me.  Oh fuck this boy feels so good.  I had a taste earlier, but being in full control!  OH FUCK!  I pump and thrust his toned hips into Fred’s grip on my cock, gasping as I feel this boy’s balls tighten.  Oh shit everything is getting tight!  These lean abs are popping and I feel all his toned muscles bursting with effort as I finally let loose an uncanny for his body growl and begin triumphantly pumping load after load of cum, feeling surges of pleasure and electricity surging through this boy’s body, taking me off guard as I begin yelping like him, getting so turned on by the sound of my new cute voice.  I go slack jawed, moaning out as I keep thrusting, pumping out over a dozen ropes of hot cum before Fred lets go of this boy’s cock and allows me to collapse on the mattress.  I could have sworn I heard a faint splash sound as I squished my puddle of cum.  Mmmmmmm It’s so warm.  Shit this boy shoots far!  I feel the warmth of his juices all over his lean chest and abs.  I even feel some on his face as I gently lay a cheek on this mattress, so happy and blissfully satisfied.

“Holy fuck that was so hot!  Best round of Finder’s Keepers yet!” Fred exclaims as he rubs his throbbing boner through his pants.  

“Don’t worry. This won’t hurt a bit. I promise.” whispered Matt as he massaged Eric’s chest with one hand and rubbing his dick with the other. 

Eric was in a sheer state of bliss. He was so relaxed and high on the pleasure he was feeling. He couldn’t be happier knowing that Matt would be inside him soon. 

Matt kissed the nape of Eric’s neck. As he did, his lips began to melt into Eric’s skin followed by the rest of his head. Matt’s neck, upper body, arms, legs, and penis all melted into Eric’s back.Their breathing and movements all became in sync.

Matt, familiarizing himself in the new body he was in, brought his right hand up to massage his new chest. He clenched and opened his left fist before working his way to his new rod getting hard underneath his jeans. 

Subconsciously, Eric was still very aware what was happening and his thoughts translated into his hard dick jumping up. 

“Oo. I felt that, man.” Matt said with Eric’s voice as he grabbed hold of his penis. “Fuck yeah. You love I am you, don’t you?” He bit his lips and gave a quick wink in the mirror. 

Congratulations to @axeegliter for winning the gigantic muscular hunk Nick Sandell!

Winning Bid: Hi :) I'm sending you this message about the jock auction.My name is Axel and I would like Nick Sandell. If I win this auction, I owuld love to spend some time as him to finally have a body i'm confident with. Right now I don't have a lot of muscles and I'm kind of hairy all raound. But I don't like my body at all and the more the time goes, the less I find a way to be myself. Also If I have his body, I would love to finally be proud to go outside and enjoy some time in the night club and stroke his fabulous dick. I would give everything to be him for some time. I would love to do everything I'm not confident doing in my own body, wich mean probably go to the club and act like a slut. Go and fuck with evryone who would want to use my new tight rosebud and of course Turn myself in a regular gogodancer at the nearest gayclub. And of course, I would do all of that while hearing the real Nick screaming deep in his mind to lt him free and don't this to his body and reputation...

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Nick has become one of his agency’s top models. Any time I hee walked into a room his presence was just so invigorating. If the Roman gods had blessed anyone with a gift, Nick would be that gift. A body like that is almost inhuman. Axel was just one of the photographers taking pictures of Nick that day, but each day it would make him hard just looking at the perfect hunk. He was hairy and not at all good looking. Nick has it all. The gorgeous face, silky brown hair, a perfect jawline, bouncy pecs, cobblestone abs, silky smooth skin, you name it. Not to mention his bulge showed that his cock was enormous. But, he was a dick. His alphaness made everyone drool around him and he knew that, so he would treat everyone around him like garbage. And perhaps the universe would treat him a lesson.

“Get me a coffee would ya? It’s better than you staring at my ass all day” as Nick stripped out of his clothes to prepare for the shoot. “You know, I’m done with you manipulating me all day. You’re such a beautiful hunk, like hand crafted by the gods, and I think it’s my turn to enjoy life.” Axel angrily replied as he forcefully forced Nick’s underwear to the ground.

Before Nick could react by slapping the fag, Axel stuck his arm all the way into his tight ass. “YELP AAA IT HURTS.” But Axel kept going. He was determined to takeover this hunk and sooner or later his entire body was about to enter the hunk through his ass, and Nick could only hyperventilate. He could only struggle to breathe as his ass was violated. “uh oh.. UGHHH. UGHHHHHH OOOOO” He was panting deeply, unable to move and as all 5 senses began to fade away, Axel began to feel once more. After a few moments later, the process was complete and Axel had total control. “YES, I OWN YOU NOW, BITCH. HA TAKE THAT” the new Nick exclaims in his deep, jock voice.

Axel stares at the mirror in awe of what he owns now. He starts at his new calves and up towards those powerful thighs. He could crush anyone with legs like these. On top of those legs sat his perfect, detailed torso. Abs that you just want to grab, 6 of them followed by a beautiful, toned pecs. You could just grab those pecs and play with his nipples all day. And on top of that, the face of an alpha jock that used to treat people like garbage. Now Ray was in control of every facial muscle in his body, and he grinned as he checked his former model’s body out.

After that, he proceeded to flex and do several poses, some of which made the alpha straight bro look ridiculous. If Nick saw this, he’d be horrified at what his body was doing.

After his fun playing around with his new body, it was fine to get serious. He took off his boxer briefs, and for the first time, stared in awe of the anaconda attached to his body. Here. He grabbed it and let it wiggle around for a bit, though it wasn’t long before it became hard and grew to its full glory. His new cock was begging to be touched, and Axel was in awe. On one hand, it felt like he was violating his former coworker, on the other hand, he was just too fucking hot. “Fuck it, I’m Nick now and I’m in control and you treated me like garbage.” The real Nick wasn’t going down without a fight though. His overwhelmingly, straight, alpha personality resisted Axel’a control, and soon it became a struggle for control. Nick’s body was struggling and confused on who to obey. One of his arms was trying to grab the hard dick that was begging to be served while the other muscular hand was preventing him from doing so. “GIVE ME MY BODY BACK” “NO, I DESERVE THIS” “NO YOU DONT YOU FAG” “ I OWN YOU NOW BITCH” Nick screamed at himself. Eventually, after much time passed, Axel was able to grab his dick and pump it voraciously. “Yes... oh yes... I’m nick and I’m.. Oo.. a slutty, man whore now.” Axel pushed the real Nick into submission and was now establishing his dominance. “yes.. YES.. YESSS AAAHHH” Axel moaned as cum came rushing from Nick’s balls, through his long dick, and into the walls everywhere. In order to further his control, Nick gave himself a flex with his nude cock like so. “I’m so excited to be working with you 24/7, Nick. You’re gonna be a great role model.” Axel said satisfied. Nick took one last look of himself in a mirror, showing off his beautiful body that is now merely a meatsuit for his master, Axel.

Axel would spend most of his days as Nick walking to the club in only his underwear. With one sturdy leg in front of another muscular leg, he’d walk showing off his body. Gays would lust over his biceps and torso, sometimes even slapping his ass while Axel walked. Girls would drool over his smug face, and even guys would be jealous of his 6’1 height and how long his cock. He was a handsome, sexy beast under new management. It may have been hard to manage and dominate a meaty, hunky, jock like this in his own body, but Axel did it. And as a reward, I’ll let you keep him as long as you keep the real Nick hidden. Now enjoy stripping and showing off that Spartan body if yours.

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Full Original Story Here: A Part of Him

The “A Part of Him” story turned out to be much more liked than I anticipated. So I decided to write an epilogue of sort for it. And also because I found new… spicy images of the model. Enjoy the end of Alec’s story! /Verus

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“I’m… Alec… forever…”

Those words still rung in my head even today, even though it’s been three years since that fateful night when I took over my step-brother Alec’s body and wormed my way inside his consciousness. And then the moment when I realized I had irreversibly become one with him. I still find myself jerking off to the memories of that evening now and then…

I still remember the morning after when I woke up on the bathroom floor, drenched in my own cum and completely exhausted. I remember standing up and staring at the familiar reflection in the mirror, smearing the cum across my scruffy chest and desperately trying once again to detach myself from his consciousness… but to no avail. I even tried to see if I could somehow find the “original Alec” somewhere trying to fight back, but there was only stillness. Just me talking to myself inside my head, in the voice of Alec. It felt good though, as if I was in the warm and comforting embrace of my step-brother Alec, myself, and never being able to get him off me. As if I was safe… as if I was home…

After another quick jerk-off session in the showers and admiring myself in the mirror again (was Alec always this vain or was it my former self influencing us?), I went to my bed, Alec’s bed… now my bed… whatever… you get it, and went to sleep. I had the first of my many wet dreams as Alec that night.

The days after that I tried to go back to the library to find the occult book, to find some way to remedy this, to remedy us. However, whenever I started flipping through the many books with text and shit, I would find myself drowsing off or mindlessly playing with my own fat member. In the end I would find myself in the library bathroom, jerking myself off over and over again. One time I even ended up hooking up with a cute college student studying for his exam. He, having eyed me fondling myself for a while, and me just being the horndog I always was, decided to straight up go at it in one of the empty study rooms. It was pretty embarrassing being kicked out of the library after the librarian came in to shush us for being loud and rowdy…

The turning point of it all though was when I had to attend my own funeral. It was both saddening and disturbing to watch my former pale lifeless body laying in the casket, and being told I had been found brain-dead in the library four months prior. My parents had been trying to keep my body alive for the past months, but decided it was for the best to pull the plug after the doctors announced me permanently brain-dead. I know I should’ve been more considerate with it being my former self’s funeral and all, but catching the sight of my now step-uncle staring at me during the wake got me all riled up. Before I knew it I found myself being hoisted up and slammed against the restroom mirror as my step-uncle ravaged my perky ass. Something just felt right seeing Alec’s flushed and euphoric face in the reflection as a fat cock slid in and out of his perfect hot hole. Correction; My flushed and euphoric face, and my perfect hot hole.

It was after that moment I decided to stop trying to find a way back. After all, there was no way back anymore. My former body was gone, the book had disappeared, and I couldn’t for the life of me read those occult books even if I want to. I just wanted to fuck, to sleep, to play games, to work-out, and not have to think about what tomorrow would bring. All those things I could do now that I was Alec, now that I was me. I was Alec fuckin’ Quinn, now and forever, and that’s exactly how I wanted it.

I continued living my Alec life as normal, became the manager of the store I worked at, and still hung out with my friends (even after I hooked up with some of them). The only major difference from before was my frequency of fucking and the preference of genders of my hook-ups. From what I could recall from my old memories I used to get it on with the pretty gals at least once or twice a week, and a guy maybe once every two weeks. Now however, perhaps influenced by my old self, I found myself hooking up with dudes at least three or four times a week, and some hot busty chick once every weekend. I also found myself enjoying bottoming a lot more, and therefore made sure one of those dudes I invited over every week was a hot muscle daddy. Imagine my shock when one of them turned out to be the university professor who had helped me theorize my “consciousness hopping” back then. A pleasant surprise nonetheless.

Now that I stood in front of the bathroom mirror again and admired my attractive face, rubbing the hair on my chest and relishing in the feeling of some daddy’s cum still inside my ass, I would think back to the days when me and Alec used to be two different persons. When I would take quick glances at his shirtless scruffy body or envy him for how jovial and larger than life he always seemed. It’s funny… because back then I used to wish I could be more part of his awesome life. Now, as if a wish gone wrong (or maybe right), I really would be part of it all… just not in the way I had ever expected; That I would be fucking, breathing, and living my way through it. His body, his life, his consciousness, his soul, they were all a part of me now… just as I would forever be a part of him.