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Last thing you expected to come back from class to was my roommate laying in my bed like this. Sprawled on your bed practically naked. Normally the too serious homophobe douchebag would never put himself into a situation like this, like ever.

“Mike? What the hell are you doing?”

“Sup babe, like what ya see?” He says with a wink, and a seductive tone that sounded weird paired with his deep bro-ish voice.

“Babe?..what are you talking about? Is this some kinda joke??”

“What’s wrong? Don’t recognize me with this jock on?”

What was he talking about? Why was he talking about himself like that? Then it started to hit you. Your boyfriend had been going on and on about dark magic shit, and getting back at your roommate for being a dick. But there was no way.

“Wait..Joey? Is that you in there? But how, how is that possible?”

“Took you long enough. Found this possession spell, turns out it was fuckin’ legit, pretty sick right? I think I’m wearing the asshole pretty well” he says rubbing his abs

“No way! Is he still in there?”

“Yeah, he keeps screaming in the back of my mind, he’s got some colorful words for the both of us, but fuck him right”

“How about we test out the hunk, see how well he runs”

“I was waiting for you to ask”

I look at my hunky stepdad driving on my side. As he is focused on the road, his powerful pecs bounce nonstop as if they are alive.

"He is quite the fighter isn't he, babe?" My stepdad asks as he looks down at his bouncing pecs and squeezes them with his free hand. He then pinches one of his nipples through the shirt. "Stop that, you son of a bitch. You're making me distracted! Be quiet, or I will pinch you harder!"

His words seem to have no effect. His pecs continue bouncing.

"Oh he is angry today." I say.

"I think he knows where we're going. It's been about a month since I took over your homophobic stepdad's body, and he’s still trying to fight me? I thought you said his consciousness would gradually fade as time went on, and that he would become my happy, mindless pecs."

"I thought so too. I must have messed up the spell, making him fully conscious of what we did forever. Don't worry though, he will eventually grow tired of fighting. We just have to tame him."

My boyfriend chuckles, "Babe, your stepdad was an army sergeant. We will never be able to tame him."

I rest my hand on his right pec and gently caress it. I then lift his shirt just enough to reveal his nipples and I wrap my lips around it. My tongue flickers his nipple, making my boyfriend moan in my stepdad's sexy baritone voice, making me instantly hard.

My hands reach for his fly, and I unzip his jeans, fishing out his 9-inch shaft, which was already throbbing hard. I start to jerk him off and I lean closer to his pecs.

"It's over, Dad. Just accept that my boyfriend now has your body and you're now your pecs forever. I understand why you're angry, but It really can't be that bad. I'm sure you felt a lot of pleasure all those times I played with your pecs. Remember the last time when I used you to jerk off and came all over you? I'm sure that felt amazing for you. And since you can only feel your pecs, your nipples are like your new cocks, so when I suck on them, it must feel like I'm giving you a blowjob, right?" To tease him, I wrap my lips back into his right nipple while I gently play with his left.

"This feels fucking amazing. Look, I think It's working." My boyfriend says between moans.

After ten minutes of pec worship and nipple sucking, I start to feel him slowly calming down. But my hope is short-lived, because as soon as I stop sucking, he immediately goes back to fighting again.

My boyfriend looks at me and just laughs.

"Good job on taming him, babe," My boyfriend mocks me.

Ok, enough being understanding. No more nice guy.

I pinched his nipples hard and then twisted them. My boyfriend grunts in pain, and I give him a "sorry" look before looking back to his pecs.

"If you don't stop fighting right now, I'll use a spell to transfer your consciousness into his asshole. I'm sure feeling my cock fucking your no-longer-virgin hole every night would be the least of your problems. We're just heading to a hotel where I'm about to fuck your ass like a whore. So It's your call."

I've been in this guy's body for quite some time now. Not that I'm complaining, of course. Despite my host's personal lifestyle and routine of a model becoming second nature to me, I've forgotten what this guy's name is. Oh well!

But the perks of being in the body of a model are the prime targets of men for me to hop in. And today, I've found him. He was doing a shoot by a lake wearing only those skin tight leather pants and I knew I had to have him.

I gained his trust by asking for tips on how to train my body to be as muscular as his and I used my host's latent knowledge on tips to posing better for photoshoots. As we walked to his hotel, I feigned a dizzy spell.

"You good, man?" John asked me as I started to fumble over my own feet.

"Yeah just-" and before I can finish, I collapsed where John quickly knelt down to check on me.

It was at that moment I subtly ejected myself from my current host and hopped into his body. Due to the position he was kneeling, the cameras of the hotel hallway wouldn't see anything suspicious with John's back facing the security device.

John put up quite the fight but I wormed myself in his brain and filled the rest out.

"Ahh~ This is more like it." I say in my new voice as I open my eyes and see my host body unconscious on the floor. I give a smirk and kneel down to kiss his cheek. "Thanks for housing me for these last few months, bro." I chuckle as I stand tall to reach for John's phone to call the paramedics to pick up my host. They'll have a better job figuring out who he is once he wakes up.

As the paramedics came in the ambulance, I eye fucked the male ones as I watched them wheel my former body away in the gurney. I even caught them oggling at my pecs so much I was starting to catch a boner. Though these leather pants made sure it was seen.

"Sorry. False alarm probably." I say to one of the paramedics with a nonchalant smirk as I sensually adjust my leather clad cock with a gruff groan.

As they wheeled my former body into the ambulance, one of the paramedic guys came to give me his number. I chuckled and gave a wink to him, but not before grabbing him by the collar of his scrubs to slowly lick his bottom lip.

"Dinner tonight?" I ask as I bore into his eyes.

"Y-Yeah...sure!" He says. "Name's Henry."

I smirk and let him go to smooth out his scrubs before taking his hand in mine to gently kiss each knuckle. "I'm John. But you can just call me Shy."

Henry looks wide eyed and nods before hopping back into the ambulance. As it drives away, I turn on a heel and head back to John's- or rather MY- hotel room while casually groping my cock through these sexy leather pants.

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Request: Goo'd Up

- I look good, don't you think?

"Jin" smiled as he flexed his arms with an arrogant smile, raising his arms a little more so he could smell his armpit, feeling the strong musky aroma, rancid and powerful, looking directly at a jar with a viscous substance similar to slime.

And that was not Jin, it was Richard.

A nerd from the guy's school, and he was obsessed with the asian guy, why? Well, it was easy to answer: He was handsome, muscular, stinky, manly and charming. And Richard loved that, he was night after night looking for a way to have him for himself, he even thought about hypnosis, he wanted it either way, for him, or to be him.

And apparently it was quicker to get the second one. He found an Internet, very deep down, a kind of ritual that allowed him to detach from his body, and transform his soul into a goo, he had one hour to find his host or he would disappear.

It was a risky gamble, but Richard wanted to put everything in the bag, it was all or nothing. And he had finally succeeded.

He knew where the guy lived, after all, they were both from the same neighborhood, he went to some of his parties when they were both teenagers and talked to him, over time that changed radically but... They were other details. He crept through the garden until he reached the backyard, where Jin was lying on a hammock, asleep.

To Richard's surprise, in his slime form he was quite fast, too fast. He climbed up the trunk where the cloth was tied to stop on one of the branches, observing his opponent from above.

He calculated the trajectory a little, he had to enter through some orifice, so he chose the mouth. He pounced quickly, taking advantage of the fact that the guy was about to snore, without any resistance, he entered suddenly. This caused Jin to stand up confused, trying to get out whatever it was trying to enter. He thought that maybe it was an insect or that he swallowed saliva by accident, but when he felt it move and stretch, he panicked even more.

The front door slammed shut. Boots hit the floor hard. Then a thud—something solid dropping onto the couch. Heavy breathing. Low, predatory.

"Baby," a voice rumbled, deeper, rougher than usual. "Get the fuck over here."

His boyfriend looked up from his phone, brow furrowing. "Who the—?" His eyes went wide. "Oh shit."

The man in front of him was not the cute guy from the neighborhood that was possessed by his alien boyfriend he was used to seeing. This was someone new. Someone massive.

Thick, broad shoulders filling out a sweat covered body. A powerful chest rising and falling like he’d just run miles. Veined forearms. Big, heavy hands. A face framed by a trim salt-and-pepper beard, green eyes flickering with something not human.

His boyfriend swallowed hard. "Who the fuck—?"

"Me," the alien cut in, a grin stretching across his new face. "Like the upgrade?"

There was a pause. Then: "Where the fuck did you get that?"

The alien laughed, voice low and dirty, running a hand down his own chest, like he was still getting used to the sheer size of himself. "Elevator," he said, casual as sin. "Was on my way to the gym, and fuck, this guy—" He gave a mocking groan, eyes rolling back. "Sweat, musk, veins poppin’ like they were begging to be squeezed—man was built to be taken."

His boyfriend let out a slow exhale. "You possessed a daddy in a gym elevator?"

The alien grinned wider, teeth flashing. "Not just possessed." He rolled his shoulders, cracked his thick, knotted neck, then—fast—he lunged, planting a knee on the couch, hands gripping the backrest hard. "I took him, babe."

His boyfriend’s breath caught. "Shit." He was hypnotized. Mouth slightly open, hands roaming over solid, flexing muscle, his fingers squeezing and tracing every cut and ridge like he was trying to memorize it.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered again, eyes locked on the throbbing weight in his hand. "I can’t— Who even is this guy?"

The alien smirked, rolling his thick shoulders, watching the way his pecs tensed under his own skin. He flexed an arm—thick, vascular, the kind of strength built over years—then spread his lats slightly, watching his boyfriend drink it in.

"Name’s Daniel," he rumbled, flexing again, turning his hips just enough to make his cock sway in his boyfriend’s grip. "Thirty-eight. Divorced. Two kids. Fuckin’ straight as a steel beam—until I got in his head." He ran a rough palm down his abs, then gripped his own length, stroking once, slow and heavy. "Used to be a cop. Now he trains ‘em. Big guy, big hands, big fuckin’ mouth when he’s barking orders."

His boyfriend’s grip tightened, knuckles going white. "Holy shit."

"Right there in the elevator. Big fucker—strong as hell—tried to fight it." The alien dragged a palm down his new chest tracing the solid ridges of his abs. "His hands? Fucking huge. Clamped onto my shoulders like he was about to throw me off." He chuckled darkly. "Didn’t matter. I was already inside."

His boyfriend swallowed. "What happened?"

The alien leaned in, voice dropping to a growl. "I entered him with a kiss." A sharp inhale. "Hard."

His boyfriend shifted, thighs clenching. "Fuck."

"Man grunted—real deep—tried to rip me offa him, but I had his spine wrapped around my fingers, had his brain drowning in me. I made him feel it. That heat. That pull. That need—fuck, I felt his cock twitch in his shorts." He smirked.

"Jesus."

"Mm. And when I finally let go?" He licked his lips, slow. "Man stumbled out of the elevator like he’d been fucked already. Shaking. Breathless. He tried to burn me out with a workout, but I was there—curling in his muscles, whispering in his nerves, making every rep feel like my hands were still on him. By the time we hit the locker room? Motherfucker couldn’t take it."

His boyfriend’s voice was tight. "He had to jerk off."

The alien’s grin turned feral. "Hard. In a stall, fist tight around his dick, muttering ‘what the fuck’ while he pumped himself dry." He exhaled slow. "And now? Now he’s gone. And this—" He ran his hands over his new thighs, squeezing. "—this body’s mine." The alien smirked. "Oh yeah, babe. You’re about to get fucked by a whole-ass cop daddy."

His boyfriend licked his lips, gaze hungry. "Show me."

The alien laughed, low and thick. "Oh, babe," he rumbled, reaching out, gripping his boyfriend’s wrist, dragging him forward until they were nose to nose. "You’re about to feel exactly what this big-dicked motherfucker can do."

When Tate McRae said that "I keep comin' back like a revolving door" in her hit song, I guess that aptly described my relationship with my ex-boyfriend, Kentaro, or Ken for short.

He's quite a toxic, manipulative, trustfund gym junkie that is completely a ref flag through and through, but how can I resist him when he always fashioned himself in an entirely different manner after every single time he fucked up? What I'm about to tell you is absurd but it really is the truth, but aside from being crazy rich due to his parents work, that work done by his parents also enabled him to shapeshift into any human being on Earth as long as he physically touched them. So imagine my frustration (and obviously massive surprise that almost sent me to cardiac arrest) that after my first breakup with him, the person I have a big fat crush on because of his interest to me that came out of nowhere as I noticed him from ages before but not receiving any signal in return until after my breakup turned out to be Kentaro in disguise!

How did I found out about it? Well, he revealed himself by shifting right in front of my eyes after he fucked me. He explained that the people he decided to shift into would fall asleep as soon as he shifted into their form and so all the flirting I received from Grant was actually his. I obviously called him a fucking creep right then and there and started to throw any stuff I could find at him, until he shifted into my own fucking boss back then and styled that man in his posing brief as we knew him to be a bodybuilder and even watched his shows as he invited all the employee to support him. He grabbed me with my boss fucking muscular arm and leaned closer to me with a smirk before ravenously kissed me, using his knowledge over my fantasies that I shared with him about my boss as a weapon to attack my defense, which of course unable to resist my own wildest fantasies that came to life at that time

And that's been the dynamic ever since. Every time after our breakup and even when I already dated steadily with my now-boyfriend Lin, or Linford based on his English nickname, Ken would tease me from time-to-time for a quick fling here and there. My younger sis jock boyfriend......

the fucking plumber that worked in my house......

and even a random jogger I bumped with became a string of his identity theft victim and also my passionate lust and no matter how disgusted or wracked with guilt I was, I always returned with fascination to his different kind of embraces and deep obsession with me

He seemed to keep track of me rather obsessively, or maybe I let him track me deep within my psyche as I desired his bold moves, like shifting into my favorite coffee shop barista and sent me a crude message through HIS PHONE offering a fucking during his shift break as a reward for my loyalty to the indie coffee shop!

Or when he shifted into the fucking priest that officiated the wedding of our mutual friend, his eyes probably noticed how long I kept my eyes shut and lulled to the priest's fatherly baritone that enchanted everyone and when I caught seeing for too goddamn long at the priest taking off his suit jacket to reveal an insanely tight shirt that hugged his splendid figure. Ken used all that knowing full-well how much a man that pious turned out to be corrupted and want to fuck another man really stirred my groin with excitement

He seemed to really understand me in a molecular level, at least when it comes to my lust and sexual desires, and he utilized it in ways not a single boyfriend of mine after him managed to do.

So, after one of my escapades with him just a few months ago, this time he was in the form of my CEO's asshole son, he asked me

"What are we, really? I won't keep doing this with you, Evan. I have a life I want to build too and as much as I enjoyed your company with all your ideas and kink, this needs to be put to a stop if you really don't want to end with me. You always returned to me no matter how far you go, why can't you just stay with me then if I'm that irressistible for you?"

I was stunned........but I have no answer back then so I ran right away and leaving him to dust. I ghosted him by blocking all contacts of his because I was surprised he took all of the flings deeper than it should when I treated it as something shallow.

Nowadays, I really enjoyed Linford's presence and I've not cheated from him ever since. He's quite the gym junkie too in the past few months, I told him to bulk up and be strong and he took the advice really well and even more devoted compared to my working out hours as he has the flexibility of remote work. Things are also more exciting as Linford also shown me his shapeshifting power that makes everything so much more exciting in our bedroom, but I love his original look as it is.

When Tate McRae said that "I keep comin' back like a revolving door" in her hit song, I guess that aptly described my relationship with my ex-boyfriend, Kentaro, or Ken for short.

He's quite a toxic, manipulative, trustfund gym junkie that is completely a ref flag through and through, but how can I resist him when he always fashioned himself in an entirely different manner after every single time he fucked up? What I'm about to tell you is absurd but it really is the truth, but aside from being crazy rich due to his parents work, that work done by his parents also enabled him to shapeshift into any human being on Earth as long as he physically touched them. So imagine my frustration (and obviously massive surprise that almost sent me to cardiac arrest) that after my first breakup with him, the person I have a big fat crush on because of his interest to me that came out of nowhere as I noticed him from ages before but not receiving any signal in return until after my breakup turned out to be Kentaro in disguise!

How did I found out about it? Well, he revealed himself by shifting right in front of my eyes after he fucked me. He explained that the people he decided to shift into would fall asleep as soon as he shifted into their form and so all the flirting I received from Grant was actually his. I obviously called him a fucking creep right then and there and started to throw any stuff I could find at him, until he shifted into my own fucking boss back then and styled that man in his posing brief as we knew him to be a bodybuilder and even watched his shows as he invited all the employee to support him. He grabbed me with my boss fucking muscular arm and leaned closer to me with a smirk before ravenously kissed me, using his knowledge over my fantasies that I shared with him about my boss as a weapon to attack my defense, which of course unable to resist my own wildest fantasies that came to life at that time

And that's been the dynamic ever since. Every time after our breakup and even when I already dated steadily with my now-boyfriend Lin, or Linford based on his English nickname, Ken would tease me from time-to-time for a quick fling here and there. My younger sis jock boyfriend......

the fucking plumber that worked in my house......

and even a random jogger I bumped with became a string of his identity theft victim and also my passionate lust and no matter how disgusted or wracked with guilt I was, I always returned with fascination to his different kind of embraces and deep obsession with me

He seemed to keep track of me rather obsessively, or maybe I let him track me deep within my psyche as I desired his bold moves, like shifting into my favorite coffee shop barista and sent me a crude message through HIS PHONE offering a fucking during his shift break as a reward for my loyalty to the indie coffee shop!

Or when he shifted into the fucking priest that officiated the wedding of our mutual friend, his eyes probably noticed how long I kept my eyes shut and lulled to the priest's fatherly baritone that enchanted everyone and when I caught seeing for too goddamn long at the priest taking off his suit jacket to reveal an insanely tight shirt that hugged his splendid figure. Ken used all that knowing full-well how much a man that pious turned out to be corrupted and want to fuck another man really stirred my groin with excitement

He seemed to really understand me in a molecular level, at least when it comes to my lust and sexual desires, and he utilized it in ways not a single boyfriend of mine after him managed to do.

So, after one of my escapades with him just a few months ago, this time he was in the form of my CEO's asshole son, he asked me

"What are we, really? I won't keep doing this with you, Evan. I have a life I want to build too and as much as I enjoyed your company with all your ideas and kink, this needs to be put to a stop if you really don't want to end with me. You always returned to me no matter how far you go, why can't you just stay with me then if I'm that irressistible for you?"

I was stunned........but I have no answer back then so I ran right away and leaving him to dust. I ghosted him by blocking all contacts of his because I was surprised he took all of the flings deeper than it should when I treated it as something shallow.

Nowadays, I really enjoyed Linford's presence and I've not cheated from him ever since. He's quite the gym junkie too in the past few months, I told him to bulk up and be strong and he took the advice really well and even more devoted compared to my working out hours as he has the flexibility of remote work. Things are also more exciting as Linford also shown me his shapeshifting power that makes everything so much more exciting in our bedroom, but I love his original look as it is.

Credits to vchris1989, the original writer of this story.

“Okay, son.  This will be the most important lesson of your life.  Today is the day I teach you what it truly means to be a man.  You’ve done so well learning our family’s ability, but now it’s time for you to see things from another perspective,” Marlin said to his son, Ben.  

“I think I’m ready, Dad.”

“Okay, son.  Remember what I taught you.  Close your eyes and relax.  Breathe deep.  Let your spirit separate from your body.  Let the sound of my voice grow faint…”

In just a few moments the two went limp and unconscious as their spirits peacefully lifted out of their bodies.  Seeing each other’s spirit forms, they immediately went to work to continue the family tradition as they drifted over to the house next door. 

“Dad…can you just leave me alone?  You’re always on my case about stuff,” Dylan said to his Father, Jeff, who was sitting across from him on his bed.  

“Son, I know we’ve grown apart since it’s just been the two of us, but I want you to know that I care about you, and that’s why I get so strict on you sometimes.”

“I just think you’re hard on me for little things that literally all the other seniors at Bell High do.”

“Look, Dylan, I don’t care if even the faculty at Bell High are doing pot.  No son of mine is going to get criss-crossed with that stuff,” Jeff responds sternly.  

“Dad…Things just haven’t been easy for me since you and mom split,” Dylan said before averting his gaze down to his bed. 

“Hey.  Dylan.  I know things haven’t been easy, and I know you’re a kid and you’re going to make mistakes.  I just hate feeling left out of the picture.  Maybe if you could do something so I’d feel less left out maybe then I’d be more inclined to keep your little secrets.  I mean, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t do my share of partying when I was your age.”

Marlin and Ben phased through the walls, watching the conversation between father and son before Ben started floating towards the unsuspecting Dylan.  But before he could get within swooping distance, his father’s astral form zoomed passed him and phased directly into Dylan’s chest. 

“nnnnnngggggggggggaaaaaaaahhhhhh,” Dylan groaned before gasping as the impact sent him falling down onto his back.

Ben watched, confused, as his classmate squirmed and writhed on the bed, wincing and gasping for breath as Marlin’s astral form flooded his teenage body and stole control. 

“Son!  Dylan!!!  WHat’s wrong?!” Jeff asked as he began shaking his seizing son.  “Oh my God!  911!  Where’s my damn phone?!” Jeff said as he frantically checked his pockets.  Right as he pulled the phone out, Marlin finished stealing Dylan’s body and sending the real boy into a state of stasis.  Dylan’s eyes flew open, his body calm now as he grinned and began to feel up and down his lean teen torso. 

“Weird being on the other side of tradition,” Dylan’s body says with a cheeky grin.

“Dylan!  You’re okay?  What was that?”

“Oh…ummm. ‘Dad,’ I just got a cold chill or something.”

“Son, that was definitely more than a cold chill!  Let’s get you to the ER,” Jeff says with concern. 

His son just smirks at him though. 

“You’re going to be a great vessel for my boy, Jeff.”

“Dylan, what are you talking about?”

“Ben!” Dylan’s body hollers out.  “This was the secret of the tradition.  You’re learning how to be a man and a father.  Do you get it now?”

“Dylan!  Who the hell are you talking to?  Did you hit your head earlier today?  Let’s get you to the ER,” Jeff says with confusion and concern. 

Ben is still watching, confused and feeling uneasy about his family’s tradition. 

“Ben, it’s time to learn what it means to be a man!  Take him.  Take him now!” Dylan’s body shouts right as Jeff starts to make his move, ready to grab his son and drag him into the car so he could visit the doctor.  But right as he grabbed the squirming and resisting Dylan, he felt a sharp pressure in his back as Ben zoomed right into the man’s back, disappearing and being absorbed in one energetic collision. 

“Urrrrrrgrgggggggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!! What is-?!  Unnnnggggggggggg!!!! FUCK!” Jeff howled as he collapsed onto his son’s body and writhed in discomfort. 

“The first time’s always the hardest, Ben.  You can take him though!  Push his mind into dormancy!” Dylan’s body exclaimed as he wrapped his arms and legs around Jeff and held him down against him. 

“Agggghhhhhhhh let me go, Dylan!!!  I-I-I- What’s happening to me?!  What the hell are you talking about?!” Jeff groaned as his squirming body tried to escape from his son’s grip. 

Dylan’s body pulled Jeff even closer, whispering intently into his ear, “Fill him.  Take him.  Flood every ounce of his body…”

“What are you-unngngggggggg why are you doing this, Dylan?” Jeff asked with a winced and agonized face.  “Dylan…”

Jeff’s entire body thrashed one last time before collapsing onto Dylan, breathing deeply as his mass and warmth pinned the grinning Dylan to the bed. 

“Son…Ben…you did it.  Wake up, ‘Dad.’  It’s time for the lesson to start.”

Jeff’s body grumbled gently as its new inhabitant, the teenage Ben, began to flutter his eyes open. 

“Glad you could wake up, Dad,” Dylan’s body said with a grin as Ben began to push himself up off the teenager beneath him, planting himself on his elbows and marveling at the mass and strength he now felt. 

“Dad?” Ben asked, gasping and putting a hand up to his throat as he heard the powerful and deep voice of Jeff projecting out of him.  It felt good to be bigger and older…more powerful.  It was like his new voice reverberated through Jeff’s muscles, vibrating from head to toe. 

“I’m not your Dad right now.  That’s the lesson.  It’s time for you to learn how to be a father that can satisfy and protect his boy.  My father did this for me just like his father did it for him and so on.  When you’re older and have a boy you’ll do the same, except you’ll be the one taking over the boy, the ultimate act of fatherly love as you let your son take you so he can learn what it means to be a man.” Marlin forced his host to say.

“This is just really weird, Da-I mean, son.  How does this teach me what being a man is about?” Ben asks with confusion as he looks down into Dylan’s twinkling eyes. 

“Well, Dad.  You’ll understand in time.  It’ll take us a couple of tries for you to fully get it.  I was asking the same questions, but once that moment of enlightenment hits you, it’s all gonna make sense…there’s nothing like seeding a boy’s hole with his father’s meat, Dad,” Dylan’s body says with a grin as he looks down, signalling that he can feel Jeff’s meat starting to swell up against his own crotch. 

“Why does this feel so right if it’s so wrong?” Jeff asked. 

“Like I said, I was in your position, Dad.  But it’s hard to break a good tradition.  Now come on, Daddy.  Make me feel good,” Dylan said with a grin as he began grinding his hips, sending electrifying friction between Jeff’s crotch and his own. 

“Ohhhhhhhh damnnnnn,” Jeff cooed as he felt his boy grinding against him.  His Daddy meat was being caressed by soft, cotton boxers and almost acting on instinct, he began to grind back against Dylan, using his more powerful body to take the lead and assert his dominance. 

“mmmmmmmmm yeah, Daddy.  You feel so good.  Your big strong body makes me feel so safe,” Dylan cooed as he wrapped his legs around his Dad’s firm butt and pulled the larger man against him, making both of them get lost deeper and deeper into the roles of the tradition. 

Jeff pulled his shirt off, showing off his powerful arms and chest.  Dylan smiled as he grabbed his Dad’s pecs in his two hands, squeezing those muscular mounds tight in his hands and squeezing those hard nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.  Jeff growled like a feral beast as his boy appreciated and worshiped his body. 

“Do you feel that Daddy?!  That’s the fatherly testosterone coursing through your veins.  Do you feel it making you want to dominate and protect me at the same time?” Dylan asked as he began fumbling with his own shirt. 

Jeff saw his struggling boy looking so cute as he fumbled with that thin cotton.  He felt the urge to help his son, so he grabbed the shirt at the collar and effortlessly ripped it in half.  Dylan beamed as he looked into his father’s eyes which were now bursting with ferocious love, devotion, and desire. 

“Wh-wh-what’s happening to me?” Jeff asked as he groaned before crawling on top of Dylan and laying down on top of him, shuddering as he felt their chests and abs smash together.  The way that smooth skin felt against his rough and hairy torso was intoxicating and made him start to grind their bodies with even more enthusiasm than earlier, being sure to get friction between their hard cocks, but also trying to feel as much warmth pass between their chests as possible. 

“It’s the tradition, Dad!  nnnnggggggggg You’re a fast learner!  mmmmmmm yeah keep doing that Daddy!  Fuck you’re so good at this!” Dylan gasped back as his Dad let all of his body weight pin him down and began to more forcefully thrust against his son’s leaner body. 

“I want to take you now! I-I-I want to seed you and breed you and make you feel safe and protected!!” Jeff blurted out as he stared down into the longing eyes of his son. 

“Then do it!” Dylan fired back as they both started struggling to break free from the shorts holding their throbbing cocks prisoner. 

Jeff kicked his shorts off his feet and was happy to give a helping hand to his boy who had his legs up in the air.  Jeff pulled those shorts up and over Dylan’s ankles before bringing the crotch part right up to his nose and huffing in that youthful musk. 

Dylan stared up with pride as his father rummaged through the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube, slicking up that thick meat and rubbing some around his tight, virgin boycunt.  Jeff teased his son, running circles around his son’s hungry hole with the head of his Daddy meat.  He circled closer and closer to that perky little rose bud until his cockhead was lined right up with the entrance, but he only put enough pressure to just barely stretch that tight hole. 

“nnnngggg Please, dad!  Don’t tease me like this!” Dylan begged as his breathing became gruff and he started squirming from anticipation, legs wrapped around his dad’s butt and desperately trying to pull him towards him.  Jeff’s body was far too strong though and he just chuckled as he felt his boy try to pull them together so he could get stretched and filled with some thick Daddy meat. 

Jeff finally decided to give his boy what he needed and began slowly pushing his powerful hips forward, stretching that hole wide as it clamped down so tight around his meat.  Dylan tossed his head back and winced as his hole finally stretched wide enough to take the head in. 

“Are you okay, son?  It’s pretty long, so you’ll get stretched out pretty deep inside,” Jeff asked with concern, pausing his entrance while Dylan caught his breath to answer. 

“K-k-k-keep going!” he whimpered.  “I wanna feel all of you inside me, Daddy!  Fill me up and stretch my tight boypussy!”

Jeff grinned as he began pushing again, sliding in another inch and shivering as he felt that tight boypussy squeezing so hard on his meat. 

“NNNNGGGG It’s so big, Dad!”

Jeff grunted as he slid another couple of inches inside.

“F-f-fuuuuuuuck, Dad!  Aggghhhhhh GOD does my tight boycunt make you feel good?!  nnnnggggggg Yeah gimme that meat!”

Jeff was overcome by lust as he thrusted his hips with all of his might, catching both of them off guard as he slammed the remaining inches into Dylan so hard that he lost his balance and collapsed onto the thrashing boy.

“UNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG OH MY FUCK, DAD!!!!! Shiiiiiiiiiiiit AGHHHH!!!!!!!!” Dylan howled as he tossed his head around and felt his Dad’s mass pinning him down.  He hadn’t been expecting that- to get filled so forcefully and rapidly, without a chance to adjust, but there was something so satisfying about the pain and the dominance. 

“Shit!  I’m so sorry, son!  I-”

“Just fuck me!” Dylan said with a half smile, half wince on his face as his teen meat dripped pre-cum from the excitement.

Jeff saw Dylan’s dick leaking and took that as a sign that everything was alright.  So he propped himself up and sighed with pride as Dylan grabbed his powerful pecs and massaged his nipples.  The powerful man groaned as he slid his meat out of his boy and used his powerful hips to slide back inside, gently and slowly feeling that warm velvet squeeze and massage his thick cock.  As he built up his rhythm he really started adding force from other muscle groups.  Jeff’s ass and thick thighs contracted with each thrust, and his built back and abs added enough ummffff to make his son know who was in control and who would be there to protect him. 

“ooohhhhhhhhhh Dad that’s so- nnngggggggggg- so good.  Kiss me!” Dylan gasped, making Jeff lean down for a quick peck before pulling back and resuming his rhythm.  It felt so good to have his boy rubbing those smooth hands all over his back and chest while he pumped him full.

“I just want to look at you, son.  This is perfect, seeing you like this,” Jeff said between grunts as he shivered from his boy’s touch as Dylan massaged his powerful arms and shoulders.  The sounds coming out of Dylan’s mouth were booming through the room and after a solid half hour of love-making, Jeff and his son were thrown over the edge. 

Jeff roared as he threw himself down and grabbed onto his son in a vice-like grip as he pumped and thrusted wildly into his boy’s tight cunt.  His boy’s hole was squeezing and milking his meat with so much force that he thought the load would get sucked right out of his dick.  And fuck!  The way Dylan was hugging him back, rubbing his back and drifting his hands down to his butt and pulling his Dad’s ass against him sent him over the edge. 

“AARRRGHHHHHHHHHHH I’M CUMMINGGGGG!!!!!!!” Jeff roared as he pumped load after load of his cum deep inside his son.  Dylan just squealed as he heard his Dad’s roars ringing in his ear and the satisfaction of being seeded by his Dad filled him with creamy warmth.  Without even touching his teen meat, Dylan whimpered loudly as he felt the cum travel from his balls to his prostate and finally to his pulsating cock. 

“Nnnnnnngggggggg Yeah Dad!!!!!! F-f-fuuuuucccccck me, Dad!” Dylan begged as his loads launched between his and his dad’s body.  Somehow Jeff was still pumping loads into his boy, growling in a primal frenzy as the orgasm kept going and going while he wildly thrusted every drop of his juices into his boy. 

With loud gasps for breath, they both loudly moaned out before collapsing, spent and exhausted from their passionate father-son fucking. 

Jeff was gasping for breath and dripping sweat onto Dylan, who was also sweaty, so sweaty that his hair was all matted up.  

“That….was incredible, Dad!” Jeff’s body said with astonishment as he looked into Dylan’s eyes with shock.

“That’s the power of tradition, Ben,” Dylan’s body knowingly responded.  “Did you feel yourself swept up in the urge to keep me safe?  Did you feel the power of fatherly love?  I was surprised how well you adjusted into the role.”

“I mean…I felt something.  It was powerful whatever I felt!” Ben said through Jeff.

“Well, we’ll keep doing this until I think your training is complete.  This is our family’s most sacred tradition, and I think you’re more than on the right track.  Now let’s get our neighbors cleaned up and head home.”

“Well, there’s no rush to get back right away, is there, son?” Ben asked with a coy smile.

Credits to Master Grey's Body Swaps, the author of this story.

“OH Dude! Your dad’s ass is fucking TIGHT!” my boyfriend howls as I plow him with his father’s thick cock.

“You know you love it though…” I whisper seductively into my father’s ear, knowing my boyfriend is the one hearing the words. “Mmmm . . . you know how to use my Dad’s ass so well. Feels so good on your dad’s cock. Fuck yeah, squeeze his hole real tight again! Fuck yeah just like that!!! Oh FUCK . . . I’m gonna CUM!”

Daniel stood silently in the bathroom while taking of his shirt. He stood in front of the mirror, observing his reflection while stripping down. He glanced at his bare torso and smirked.

“Damn, Daniel. Not bad.”

He turned around, and immediately noticed his lean body with multiple tattoos. This body didn’t seem that interesting before, but now, standing in front of the mirror with that perfect hair, perfect brows, perfect stubble and a perfect body, there was no denying it. This was a body worth the possession.

Daniel placed his hands on his hips and smiled at his new reflection.

“Oh I could get used to this. And I bet Nathan would too. Don’t you think, Daniel? Anyway before he gets here…”

Daniel unzipped his jeans and took a peak at his package. “Hot stuff! You really got it all. Or at least I do now.” His hand placed his finger on his tongue seductively. His hand grabbed his dick, which started to get hard. “I can’t wait to find out what this beast can do!”

Suddenly the door swung open and a naked man entered abruptly.

“Oh look who it is. Daddy’s here!”

“I told you not to call me that.”

“But you are my daddy now” Daniel said with lust in his voice

“Come on, Tess, I told you I want it to be as if I was fucking the real Daniel. You’re spoiling it.”

“So come here and fuck me, big guy!” Jessica said as she threw down her jeans and threw herself at her friend Cody, currently occupying the body of Daniel’s father.

Jessica grabbed Cody by his new as Cody pressed his naked body on Jessica’s.

Cody: „You’re so hot, Daniel!”

Jessica: ”You’re hot too, Mr. Jackson”

Cody: “Call me by my name, please. I’ll do the same for you later”

Jessica: ”Fine, Cody. Are you happy that you get to kiss me?”

Cody: ”Yeah”

Jessica: ”Doy think about me when you jerk off? Your bully? Hitting you? Shoving you into lockers?”

Cody: ”I do.”

Jessica: ”Do you feel that you should give it back to me now? To punish me?!”

Cody: ”I do, Daniel”

Jessica: ”I want to have you inside of me, Cody!”

The two of them proceeded to passionately make out, while standing naked in the bathroom. Daniel’s hands explored the body of his father. Cody used his new older hands to hold tightly onto Daniel to make out with him. His dream came true.

Cody lifted Daniel’s body on the sink and pressed himself close to Daniel.

Cody: ”I love you, Daniel. You’re so hot!”

Jessica: ”I love you too, Cody. Fuck me!!!”

Jessica grabbed the soap bottle near her and squished it into her hand, lubricating her new hairy ass. She put some more on Cody’s big dick and with her legs wrapped around his ass pulled him closer.

Cody started pushing inside of Daniel’s ass and slowly made it’s way inside of Daniel.

Jessica:”Holy shit. This is much better than in my body”

Cody:”Don’t spoil it. Be Daniel”

Jessica:”Then start fucking me, Cody!”

Cody started thrusting, more and more rapidly each second.

Cody squeezed Daniel’s pecs and kept staring at his face the entire time. Jessica couldn’t get enough of this new feeling while Mr. Jackson’s dick stimulated her new prostate.

Jessica: ”Cum on my stomach, please”

Cody nodded and as he got closer, Jessica’s moaning echoed through the entire house. Mr. Jackson’s dick started pouring the white cum on Daniel’s tight abs.

Jessica smiled at Cody and started making out with him again, while Mr. Jackson’s dick was still inside of Daniel’s body.

Suddenly the door swung opened again. Mrs. Jackson arrived. They both turned their heads. Cody was shocked. He was sure that Mrs. Jackson was suppose to be out of town. Jessica saw Daniel’s mom and couldn’t help but start laughing. “Oh look, mommy is back!"

Jessica P.O.V.

We left their bodies pretty soon after. Cody was to scared to ever go back, because he felt too guilty about it. I honestly never wanted to leave, even if Mrs. Jackson caught us.

We decided to give it a few days and to find out what happened. We saw Daniel on the halls, acting differently that usual. After a week or so, we found out what happened. Daniel’s mom kicked out Mr. Jackson out of their house. Mr. Jackson begged her on the street to let him come back in. I assumed that he didn’t remember anything, but we did leave both of them naked in the bathroom, so he had a chance to put these pieces together about what might have happened.

Daniel stayed at his mother’s house, but some people said, that his mom forced him to find his own place.

After finding out, Cody swore to never possess anyone ever again. Cody begged me to let him be, but I would never do such a thing. I had way too much fun. So I lied to him.

I was careful. I went back into Daniel’s body from time to time in the middle of the night just for a few hours, to find a quick Grindr hookup and get back into my body. And let me tell you, with Daniel’s body, I had no problems finding someone to fuck me.

After Daniel found his new place I decided to possess him for good. I settled in quickly and took over his life. I found a new job, found a cute wealthy guy and planned out my future. I don’t even know what happened to my old body. I don’t even care anymore.

As Mark closes the door to his room from having dinner with his loving parents, his good posture and preppy jock persona diminish with a sigh and an eye roll, and his posture relaxes, pulling on the collar of his button up, now finding it restrictive and tight eyes meeting his own reflection”Damn kid, it ain’t easy bein’ you that’s for fuckin’ sure, but I guess it’s my fault for takin you on a whim” he says in a thick southern accent, sounding odd coming from his deep youthful broish voice.

“Thanks for dinner, it was great, love you, heh what fuckin’ bullshit” he mocked himself as he unbuttoned his top, revealing his muscular chest. Rubbing his hands up and down the musculature letting a low moan escape his lips. Something mark wouldn’t usually do, never one to show off, not even to himself. “But shit if this don’t make all the damn fake preppy bs I gotta do worth it, I guess I can keep playin little Mr perfect a while longer, though there ain’t nothing’ little about you is there?” He says patting the bulge in his pants.

Posing and flexing his youthful jock in the mirror, he makes a pouty face and mocks his reflection “aw now doing be makin’ that face at me boy I’m here to stay, already got everyone yer close to fooled. There ain’t no way I’m leaving yer hunky bod.”

Mark eventually drops the shirt fully exploring his body “though there might be a couple things I’m rearing to change about MY new life, first thing is that damn gal friend of yers, she annoys the fuckin’ life outta me, sorry boy but i ain’t waistin’ time on chicks lookin’ like this” he says squeezing his pecs.

“don’t know why you were in the first place when you had so many fellas lookin’ yer way. Mhmm fuck this’ll be fun, and yer dumb as parents don’t have a fuckin’ clue”

Almost as if on cue he hears a knocking at his door and he hears the mothers voice “just wanted to say goodnight sweetheart, I’ll see you tomorrow” immediately he switches his voice back to the regular Mark “goodnight mom, love you” then he hears her footsteps leave his door

Daniel stood silently in the bathroom while taking of his shirt. He stood in front of the mirror, observing his reflection while stripping down. He glanced at his bare torso and smirked.

“Damn, Daniel. Not bad.”

He turned around, and immediately noticed his lean body with multiple tattoos. This body didn’t seem that interesting before, but now, standing in front of the mirror with that perfect hair, perfect brows, perfect stubble and a perfect body, there was no denying it. This was a body worth the possession.

Daniel placed his hands on his hips and smiled at his new reflection.

“Oh I could get used to this. And I bet Nathan would too. Don’t you think, Daniel? Anyway before he gets here…”

Daniel unzipped his jeans and took a peak at his package. “Hot stuff! You really got it all. Or at least I do now.” His hand placed his finger on his tongue seductively. His hand grabbed his dick, which started to get hard. “I can’t wait to find out what this beast can do!”

Suddenly the door swung open and a naked man entered abruptly.

“Oh look who it is. Daddy’s here!”

“I told you not to call me that.”

“But you are my daddy now” Daniel said with lust in his voice

“Come on, Tess, I told you I want it to be as if I was fucking the real Daniel. You’re spoiling it.”

“So come here and fuck me, big guy!” Jessica said as she threw down her jeans and threw herself at her friend Cody, currently occupying the body of Daniel’s father.

Jessica grabbed Cody by his new as Cody pressed his naked body on Jessica’s.

Cody: „You’re so hot, Daniel!”

Jessica: ”You’re hot too, Mr. Jackson”

Cody: “Call me by my name, please. I’ll do the same for you later”

Jessica: ”Fine, Cody. Are you happy that you get to kiss me?”

Cody: ”Yeah”

Jessica: ”Doy think about me when you jerk off? Your bully? Hitting you? Shoving you into lockers?”

Cody: ”I do.”

Jessica: ”Do you feel that you should give it back to me now? To punish me?!”

Cody: ”I do, Daniel”

Jessica: ”I want to have you inside of me, Cody!”

The two of them proceeded to passionately make out, while standing naked in the bathroom. Daniel’s hands explored the body of his father. Cody used his new older hands to hold tightly onto Daniel to make out with him. His dream came true.

Cody lifted Daniel’s body on the sink and pressed himself close to Daniel.

Cody: ”I love you, Daniel. You’re so hot!”

Jessica: ”I love you too, Cody. Fuck me!!!”

Jessica grabbed the soap bottle near her and squished it into her hand, lubricating her new hairy ass. She put some more on Cody’s big dick and with her legs wrapped around his ass pulled him closer.

Cody started pushing inside of Daniel’s ass and slowly made it’s way inside of Daniel.

Jessica:”Holy shit. This is much better than in my body”

Cody:”Don’t spoil it. Be Daniel”

Jessica:”Then start fucking me, Cody!”

Cody started thrusting, more and more rapidly each second.

Cody squeezed Daniel’s pecs and kept staring at his face the entire time. Jessica couldn’t get enough of this new feeling while Mr. Jackson’s dick stimulated her new prostate.

Jessica: ”Cum on my stomach, please”

Cody nodded and as he got closer, Jessica’s moaning echoed through the entire house. Mr. Jackson’s dick started pouring the white cum on Daniel’s tight abs.

Jessica smiled at Cody and started making out with him again, while Mr. Jackson’s dick was still inside of Daniel’s body.

Suddenly the door swung opened again. Mrs. Jackson arrived. They both turned their heads. Cody was shocked. He was sure that Mrs. Jackson was suppose to be out of town. Jessica saw Daniel’s mom and couldn’t help but start laughing. “Oh look, mommy is back!"

Jessica P.O.V.

We left their bodies pretty soon after. Cody was to scared to ever go back, because he felt too guilty about it. I honestly never wanted to leave, even if Mrs. Jackson caught us.

We decided to give it a few days and to find out what happened. We saw Daniel on the halls, acting differently that usual. After a week or so, we found out what happened. Daniel’s mom kicked out Mr. Jackson out of their house. Mr. Jackson begged her on the street to let him come back in. I assumed that he didn’t remember anything, but we did leave both of them naked in the bathroom, so he had a chance to put these pieces together about what might have happened.

Daniel stayed at his mother’s house, but some people said, that his mom forced him to find his own place.

After finding out, Cody swore to never possess anyone ever again. Cody begged me to let him be, but I would never do such a thing. I had way too much fun. So I lied to him.

I was careful. I went back into Daniel’s body from time to time in the middle of the night just for a few hours, to find a quick Grindr hookup and get back into my body. And let me tell you, with Daniel’s body, I had no problems finding someone to fuck me.

After Daniel found his new place I decided to possess him for good. I settled in quickly and took over his life. I found a new job, found a cute wealthy guy and planned out my future. I don’t even know what happened to my old body. I don’t even care anymore.

Hey, my name is Justin and I'll be your new personal trainer.

I work for the company - Getripped. Our company promises you to get in shape without even working out. How? Easy. Body swap with the personal trainer of your choice.

And that's what I do exactly. Whenever someone chooses me to be their trainer, we first set up and contract. The swap isn't cheap, so mostly celebrities choose our service. The contract states that both sides have to respect their bodies, to return them unharmed and well. Our bodies have a tracker to prevent body thefts, which happened quite often in the past.

On top of that, the person in our body has to respond everytime a notification rings on their phone. Its basically like BeReal. And if they don't send you their location and photo, they are charged extra.

Seems fine for both sides, right?

I gave myself a little show in the mirror for the last time before the swap. I really like my body and the way that I keep myslef fit. If everything was right, I would never leave this body.

But I really need this job, it pays extremely well.

I flexed, smiled and proceeded to head out for the swap.

I wasn't sure who I was gonna swap with, but the people who pick me are mostly men in their 40s with a lovely young girlfriend. Yep, you guessed it. They do use my body for sex as well.

The contract doesn't prohibit them to do so, but we can't do anything in their bodies.

I entered my pod and waited. The lights blinked and in the next moment I was on the other side of the room.

I stepped outside and saw my own body get out of the pod. He was shocked, seeing himself from my body. We always let the customers calm down and wait for their initial reaction to pass.

I found out that I was (indeed as I predicted) another actor in his forties wanting to get fit. We had a chat in the waiting room about our new lives.

What followed was a trip to the gym. I would show the client what I would work on in their body and they could get a feel of what it feels like to work out in my body.

Strangely, this seems to he the most efficient to not let them relapse after returning to their own bodies. It somehow changes their mind a bit and after the swap, they tend to follow their new routine more easily.

The actor, let's call him Bill, stood in front off me, watching me lift the weights. I got i to it and didn't even notice that he stepped in front of the mirror and started posing.

Yep. Another one of these. I bet my body is gonna have a lot of sex in the following months.

He lifted my shorts and flexed.

"HOLY SHIT. Am I gonna get this big too?"

Me:"The goal is to get you in shape, sir. So hopefully of all goes well, I should be able to get your muscle mass on my level or a bit close to it."

"GOD DAMN. You really sure about leaving me this body all to myself? I used to be quite the party animal when I was your age. I'm feeling a bit nostalgic."

Me:"How you'll spend your time in my body is up to you. All you need and can't do is in the contract. So my body is for you to enjoy."

"You learned your instructions nicely. I bet that you wouldn't even get your body close to me if it weren't for the money, right? But we all do what we gotta do to survive in this world. Anyway. Don't worry, son. I'll be respectful to your body."

Me:"Glad to hear that, sir."

"Would you mind if I would gl rub one our in the showers? Im gonna do it later anyway, but I really do feel like doing it now after all this posing."

I clenched my teeth, but didn't let him see my frustration. "Of course. I'll continue the workout."

He laughed and with a swaggy walk left the room.

It may seem crazy to let my body be controled by people like he is, but I gotta say that they usually treat it nicely.

We parted our ways. I arrived to my hosts massive house and explored. He was really one of the bigger ones. I checked his schedule of events. For the durarion of the swap it said - shooting the BIG movie. Yeah, right. But besides that my schedule was free. So it was entirely up to me how I would spend my time in this body.

I received his first random update the next day. My body was standing in a lake, flexing. Seems like he is enjoying his time in my body. He replied with a message. He left for 2 months long holiday in Europe.

Maybe he could take some good photos there for me to post on instagram. Or to my page at the company to get even higher paying customers.

It seems like this guy is really decent. He sent another photo in swimshorts. My body really looks amazing. I especially love to watch my pecs.

Maybe after all this swapping I developped some kjnd of fetish. But whenever the customers send photos of my body like knew of these, I get hard af.

I looked down and this time was not different. I exhaled deeply and thrusted my new hairy hand over my belly into my jeans. "Let's get on with it..."

A story from Inbox submitted by @objectifiedhimbo:

Could you do a bodyswap story about a personal trainer who gets paid to deliberately swap? Like maybe he swaps, works out in their body and eats healthy till they have the perfect body and swaps back for huge amounts of money.

Daniel stood silently in the bathroom while taking of his shirt. He stood in front of the mirror, observing his reflection while stripping down. He glanced at his bare torso and smirked.

“Damn, Daniel. Not bad.”

He turned around, and immediately noticed his lean body with multiple tattoos. This body didn’t seem that interesting before, but now, standing in front of the mirror with that perfect hair, perfect brows, perfect stubble and a perfect body, there was no denying it. This was a body worth the possession.

Daniel placed his hands on his hips and smiled at his new reflection.

“Oh I could get used to this. And I bet Nathan would too. Don’t you think, Daniel? Anyway before he gets here…”

Daniel unzipped his jeans and took a peak at his package. “Hot stuff! You really got it all. Or at least I do now.” His hand placed his finger on his tongue seductively. His hand grabbed his dick, which started to get hard. “I can’t wait to find out what this beast can do!”

Suddenly the door swung open and a naked man entered abruptly.

“Oh look who it is. Daddy’s here!”

“I told you not to call me that.”

“But you are my daddy now” Daniel said with lust in his voice

“Come on, Tess, I told you I want it to be as if I was fucking the real Daniel. You’re spoiling it.”

“So come here and fuck me, big guy!” Jessica said as she threw down her jeans and threw herself at her friend Cody, currently occupying the body of Daniel’s father.

Jessica grabbed Cody by his new as Cody pressed his naked body on Jessica’s.

Cody: „You’re so hot, Daniel!”

Jessica: ”You’re hot too, Mr. Jackson”

Cody: “Call me by my name, please. I’ll do the same for you later”

Jessica: ”Fine, Cody. Are you happy that you get to kiss me?”

Cody: ”Yeah”

Jessica: ”Doy think about me when you jerk off? Your bully? Hitting you? Shoving you into lockers?”

Cody: ”I do.”

Jessica: ”Do you feel that you should give it back to me now? To punish me?!”

Cody: ”I do, Daniel”

Jessica: ”I want to have you inside of me, Cody!”

The two of them proceeded to passionately make out, while standing naked in the bathroom. Daniel’s hands explored the body of his father. Cody used his new older hands to hold tightly onto Daniel to make out with him. His dream came true.

Cody lifted Daniel’s body on the sink and pressed himself close to Daniel.

Cody: ”I love you, Daniel. You’re so hot!”

Jessica: ”I love you too, Cody. Fuck me!!!”

Jessica grabbed the soap bottle near her and squished it into her hand, lubricating her new hairy ass. She put some more on Cody’s big dick and with her legs wrapped around his ass pulled him closer.

Cody started pushing inside of Daniel’s ass and slowly made it’s way inside of Daniel.

Jessica:”Holy shit. This is much better than in my body”

Cody:”Don’t spoil it. Be Daniel”

Jessica:”Then start fucking me, Cody!”

Cody started thrusting, more and more rapidly each second.

Cody squeezed Daniel’s pecs and kept staring at his face the entire time. Jessica couldn’t get enough of this new feeling while Mr. Jackson’s dick stimulated her new prostate.

Jessica: ”Cum on my stomach, please”

Cody nodded and as he got closer, Jessica’s moaning echoed through the entire house. Mr. Jackson’s dick started pouring the white cum on Daniel’s tight abs.

Jessica smiled at Cody and started making out with him again, while Mr. Jackson’s dick was still inside of Daniel’s body.

Suddenly the door swung opened again. Mrs. Jackson arrived. They both turned their heads. Cody was shocked. He was sure that Mrs. Jackson was suppose to be out of town. Jessica saw Daniel’s mom and couldn’t help but start laughing. “Oh look, mommy is back!"

Jessica P.O.V.

We left their bodies pretty soon after. Cody was to scared to ever go back, because he felt too guilty about it. I honestly never wanted to leave, even if Mrs. Jackson caught us.

We decided to give it a few days and to find out what happened. We saw Daniel on the halls, acting differently that usual. After a week or so, we found out what happened. Daniel’s mom kicked out Mr. Jackson out of their house. Mr. Jackson begged her on the street to let him come back in. I assumed that he didn’t remember anything, but we did leave both of them naked in the bathroom, so he had a chance to put these pieces together about what might have happened.

Daniel stayed at his mother’s house, but some people said, that his mom forced him to find his own place.

After finding out, Cody swore to never possess anyone ever again. Cody begged me to let him be, but I would never do such a thing. I had way too much fun. So I lied to him.

I was careful. I went back into Daniel’s body from time to time in the middle of the night just for a few hours, to find a quick Grindr hookup and get back into my body. And let me tell you, with Daniel’s body, I had no problems finding someone to fuck me.

After Daniel found his new place I decided to possess him for good. I settled in quickly and took over his life. I found a new job, found a cute wealthy guy and planned out my future. I don’t even know what happened to my old body. I don’t even care anymore.

When I took this job at Port Atilis, I moved into the area without doing a lot of research about the area. I have no one else to blame but myself for the fact that I live four blocks away from the biggest tourism strip in town. I thought being close to the beach would be relaxing, but anytime I try to take advantage of it, I'm having to deal with all of the crowds.

That being said, the constant stream of tourists does have one unexpected benefit. The eye candy is top notch, especially for a guy like me who has a hard time finding dates. I don't even have to head down to the beach-- Grindr is filled with hot guys trying to score a one night stand while they're out on vacation, and their profiles make window shopping that much easier. Sadly, window shopping is all I'm usually able to do-- I'm not looking for a quick hookup, so the odds are stacked against me. Outside of the occasional online date that never goes anywhere, I spend most of my nights alone.

I've started meeting guys downtown so that if I get ghosted, at least I can have a nice meal alone somewhere. It's frustrating how often this sort of shit happens, but... that's just how online dating works, I guess.

I was walking along the shore as I headed back to my car when I saw it. There, flopped across the sidewalk, was a limp cock and balls. I nudged it with my foot at first-- I thought maybe it was a plastic mold or something at first, but it definitely moved like real flesh. I bent down and scooped it up. Sure enough, it was warm to the touch. I slipped it into my pocket and headed back to my apartment.

My hand kept stroking the shaft as I walked-- I couldn't believe I had such a realistic cock in my pocket. It was starting to grow erect, as if it was really someone's detached manhood. How was that even possible? By the time I arrived home, it was about seven or eight inches long, and enough girth that I could barely wrap my fingers around it. If it was someone's real cock, he was certainly a lucky guy. But what does one do with a detached cock and balls?

Well, I was already planning to take a shower after spending the afternoon out in the summer heat. I may as well take the cock in there with me. It probably needs at least a quick rinse after being in the dirt like that. I was also going to have to wash these khakis-- the damn thing had started leaking precum in my pocket.

It really was an impressive cock. Perfectly straight, and the glans had a beautiful shape and color-- I would have sworn it was a dildo if I hadn't felt it harden in my pocket. A bead of precum started to form at the slit, and my own manhood started to stir. Should I do it? It was almost certainly a bad idea, but weeks of pent up frustration and the smell of jizz overrode any concerns. I started to deep throat the strange cock, holding it in my fingertips so I could consume as much of the shaft as possible.

Pretty soon I was rewarded with its cum. I could feel the cock jump as it shot rope after rope into my throat. I damn near started choking on the sudden flood of jizz, but I was able to swallow most of it down. It was weird enough making a detached cock orgasm... but why did I feel warm all of a sudden? The cock was softening, in case I had any doubt it was alive somehow.

I didn't notice until I started rinsing the slime off my chin and chest when I realized what had changed. My smooth, twink stomach had developed abs. The cock had to be magical, somehow. I gently set it down on the shower floor as I started to give my body a thorough examination. My own cock was still the same size, but my arms and legs were starting to gain definition-- and my stomach was ripped, somehow.

Nothing about this day made sense. Plus I was starting to feel dizzy, so I quickly toweled off and climbed into bed. The cock would be fine on the tile floor of the shower. I didn't know if it could piss, and I didn't want to deal with cleaning it up if it did. Maybe the world would make sense when I woke up.

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The world did not make sense when I woke up. The first thing I noticed was that my body had gotten even larger overnight, and it was all muscle mass. It felt... well, honestly, it felt amazing. But it made no damn sense. The detached cock was sitting in the shower where I'd left it. Maybe if I could find its owner, I could get some clues about what was happening to me? I threw on some gym clothes-- no sense in ruining my good shirts in case my body grew even more. I also took a selfie, so that if my body changed any more, at least I would have some sort of reference to compare it with.

I headed back down to the shore where I'd first found the mystery meat. My shoulders were wide enough that I found myself swaying them as I walked. The old me would have been far too embarrassed to walk with such a swagger-- was this transformation starting to affect my personality, too?

I wasn't really sure how I was going to find the cock's owner. I hadn't thought that far ahead. It's not like he could go up to someone and ask if anyone had handed over a penis to the Lost and Found. Maybe I'd see a guy anxiously searching the area? Would he still be here the next morning? Well, I was already here. I grabbed a smoothie from one of the shacks on the shoreline and started people watching.

Most of the pedestrians were walking with purpose, so it was fairly easy to spot the few people who were lagging behind for whatever reason. Most of those people were probably meeting up with friends or something, based on the way they were checking their phones. But there was one man, a handsome guy flashing a lot of chest, who kept staring at the ground as he roamed the area near the marina. His facial expressions ranged from pure sorrow to forlorn fear, which was certainly how I'd react if my dick suddenly went missing. Only one way to find out for sure.

"Hey bro, what's wrong? You keep looking around like you lost something."

"You don't know the half of it," he said, shaking his head. "But... yeah, man. I lost my... something really fucking important. Something, uhh... wooden."

Bingo. "Was it this?" I said, giving the cock in my pocket a tight squeeze. If he could still feel it, there would be no mistaking my intent. And based on the look of relief that washed over his face, I had guessed correctly.

"You're the person who found my dick? Oh, thank fuck!" He leapt to his feet and grappled me in a bear hug. "All I could think about was a tourist taking it home with them, or tossing it into the water, or... fuck, man, I don't even know. I like to carry around with me, I wear tight briefs to hold it in place, but... it slipped out last night and I was too drunk to notice."

We started walking over to the side of the street, where things were slightly more private. He was close enough for me to smell him-- a mixture of sweat, citrus, and sandalwood. "Well, I'm glad I can return this massive cock back to its owner," I said, looking side to side for any gawkers before pulling it out of my pocket. I grabbed his waistband, pulled it outward, and jammed my hand into his pants. I gave his hardening cock one last pat before I pulled my hand back.

"Someone's feeling confident," he said, flashing a wide smile. He leaned back on the stairs. "It's a good thing you're as sexy as fuck, or I'd be offended." He sized up my physique, and his face started to grow concerned as he did so. "You... I think I remember cuming last night. Did you... did you give me a blowjob?"

I scratched the back of my neck. "I did, yeah. Sorry, bro. Didn't mean to offend you. I was still trying to figure out if your cock was even real, or... honestly, that's part of why I was hoping to find you. I wanted to return your dick, of course, but I'm also... growing? Do you know why?"

He placed a firm hand on my shoulder. "You should take me back to your place. We've got a lot to discuss. If you swallowed my cum, there's no way you didn't catch my condition. The muscle growth is a sweet side effect, but... well, you've seen how it ends."

"You mean my dick is going to fall off?"

"It's really not all that bad," he said, giving my shoulder a comforting squeeze. "And I give you some pointers to help you live with it. Mind if I stay at your place for a few days?"

Blake was as good as his word. I'm glad he told me to wait before shopping for new clothes-- It took a few more days for my body to stop growing, and I went up three shirt sizes by the time I was done. We've started dating. It turns out there are some experiences you just can't have without growing really close to a guy, and we do have a few hobbies in common.

I took a few sick days so I could be at home when my dick finally fell off. I was walking around naked and everything-- your dick only falls off once, after all, and I wanted to see it happen. And Blake was right there at my side, eager to give me my first detached blowjob.

We usually leave our dicks at home for safekeeping, at my insistence. Blake has a voyeurism streak, though, so sometimes I'll be out running errands when I suddenly feel him applying lube to my cock. Have you ever tried to shop for groceries mid-orgasm? It's a hell of an experience. Other times, we'll go out on a date with the other's cock tucked in our briefs. Feeling his arousal against my skin never gets old. My favorite, though, are the Detachable Male Support Meetings. We all get together, put our dicks in a large bowl, and then just shoot the breeze for a few hours.