I hired Nick to do some tile work in our kitchen last year. Seeing his thick, muscular body and thick salt and pepper stubble, I knew I wanted him more than just for the job. Harvesting a man like this always comes with a risk. He owned his own business and had a wedding ring. There could also be kids. All of which would require commitment to play his part. I weighed that with the benefits and decided he was still superb candidate for conversion.

I waited until he was finished with the job just as he finished sealing the grout lines. I gave him a pat on the back. That was no friendly gesture, that was me sealing the deal. He fell backwards with the injection as his mass drained from his body over his handiwork. I got a free tile job and a bodysuit out of the venture.

I decided to take my new body out to the gym. I love the way people look at me in his flesh. This man of 48 kept such good care of his body. I’m more than happy to preserve it in the state forever.

I knew the risk when I converted him. Now I am married with a wife and daughter. Thankfully he spend so much time in the garage working on his hobby of restoring classic cars that they don’t bother me too much.

The benefit still outweighs that minor inconvenience when I see myself in his body. It’s been a year now and I’ve come to enjoy occasionally playing the Daddy role.

His hobby has opened up new opportunities for me. The garage is a perfect place for my other bodysuit related activities. I have his car buddies over all the time. Some of those buddies have benefits. Andrew was one of those buddies.

I asked him over to help me drop a transmission. With a little bit of work came a little bit of fun. Andrew loved, sucking Nick’s cock. During one of these sessions, I couldn’t resist, but adding Andrew to my collection as well.

Ethan had come home exhausted after a long day in the office and passed out shirtless on his bed, wearing only grey sweatpants and white socks.

That was when I arrived.

To put simply, I am organism from deep space, formless, intelligent, and starving for a host. I slipped through the cracked window as a shimmering, translucent slime. I moved silently across the floor and up onto the bed, slowly crawling over Ethan’s sleeping form.

He stirred slightly as I began to envelop him.

At first it felt like a warm, wet dream. Then the invasion began.

I seeped into his pores, down his throat, into his ears, and through every opening. Ethan jolted awake, eyes wide with terror as he felt me spreading inside him.

“Wha-what the fuck is-?!”

His voice cut off as I flooded his nervous system. His body arched violently on the bed, muscles spasming as I dissolved and consumed him from the inside out, not destroying the body, but hollowing it perfectly, turning every inch of his skin, muscle, and bone into a living, removable skin suit.

The process took hours. I made sure he stayed conscious for most of it.

He felt everything.

Every nerve being rewired. Every muscle being claimed. His cock stayed painfully hard the entire time as I stimulated his pleasure centers while consuming him. By the end, Ethan’s consciousness was compressed into a thin, faint lining inside the suit, still able to see, feel, and experience everything, but completely powerless; allowing me access to any and all memories.

I flexed my new fingers. I ran my hands slowly over the firm chest and abs I now owned. I looked at the mirror and smiled with Ethan’s handsome face.

“Perfect,” I whispered in his smooth voice.

Then getting him alone as he was training with a full team.

Ignore the pic aside, I wanna have some suggestions of what can I do next. Please noted that I might not do all of it and might not be entirely accurate. So just comment on the post and I will see you later in one week.

(This is not a sign I open comm btw just a lil survey of sort to see if I might take a liking to my usual comfort zone)

Swapped bodies with my hot dentist… and fuck, I’m throbbing already.

I came in for a routine root canal check-up, already half-hard just from the thought of those tight green scrubs stretched across his broad chest. The second I sat in that chair, my cock betrayed me—pushing obscenely against my pants. His eyes dropped right to the bulge. He smirked for half a second… then blink.

Now I’m him.

I’m staring at myself—no, at his reflection—in the mirror of his own office, wearing his fitted green scrubs. The thin fabric clings to my new, muscular arms and chest, the V-neck dipping low enough to show a hint of collarbone and chest hair. The pants are snug around my thick thighs, the material soft and slightly worn from a long day of work. And these black nitrile gloves… fuck. They’re still warm from his hands, tight around my fingers, shiny, slightly sticky. The medical smell mixed with his natural musk is driving me insane.

My cock is rock-hard inside his underwear, leaking like a faucet. I can feel the warm, slippery precum soaking through the front, making the fabric cling to my swollen head. The scent is getting stronger—raw, horny, masculine. Every shift on this rolling stool makes the wet patch rub against me, teasing me more.

I’m so fucking horny in these scrubs. The gloves make everything feel filthier. I squeeze my bulge through the green pants with one gloved hand, the smooth, slick material gliding over the throbbing outline. The other gloved hand slides under the scrub top, pinching a nipple while I grind slowly against my palm. The rubbery texture, the way the gloves snap tight against my skin… it’s pure kink. I’m keeping them on. No way I’m taking these off.

I need to rub one out right here in his office—stroke this thick, borrowed cock with gloved hands while still wearing his scrubs. I can already imagine the wet sounds, the way the black gloves will look wrapped around my shaft, shiny with precum.

After I blow a massive load into these soaked underwear, I’m firing up Grindr as him. New profile pic in these exact scrubs and gloves. Someone’s getting railed by a dentist tonight—scrubs still on, gloves never coming off.

It all started as a joke. I have not been on a date for a long time. It was just hard to get anything going. Yeah, I became desperate. I just wanted to have some connection. That is why I decided to change my profile and use photos of Steve, my roommate. I know it was wrong. I am against catfishing in principle. I really do. However, the rush of getting likes, having conversations… man, I couldn’t resist. Also, I was certain that Steve would not care. The guy had everything… the face, the money… he could have any girl that he wanted. But no, instead all his focus was on his career. So I adjusted my profile with some photos of Steve’s instagram. Steve on a fancy dinner, Steve showing all his body at a pool, him playing with little puppies. Each photo selected to improve my chance of success. As expected, I started matching with so many girls. It was awesome. Yeah, conversations were dull, superficial at best but that was until I started talking with Mary.

What can I say of Mary, she was everything that I ever wanted. Smart, beautiful, and with a lot of personality. We were without a doubt a match made in heaven. That is why it was so heartbreaking when she started asking me that we should meet and get our online relationship to the next level. I didn't know what to do. If I tell the truth, I was going to lose her forever. If I told Steve what I have done, he would kill me. I was completely lost, but gladfully I found a potential. Yeah, I wasn't thinking when I bought that ring from a wiccan store. Sure, the power of possession sounded crazy. But it was worth giving it a shot. 

That day I walked to my apartment and waited for Steve to arrive home. It was an instant action. He entered the room, I put the ring on my finger and the moment that our eyes met, my soul was projected into his body. It was weird, it felt weird… but also it felt right. I could only laugh at the realization that I was now controlling the body of my roommate. Of course, I dedicated the next hours exploring my new flesh. I was able to fully contemplate his awesome tattoos, flex his arms and admire every single inch of his muscular frame. At the end, I just took a long shower, put on one of Steve’s attires and headed to the restaurant. I sat on the table extremely nervous, but I was certain that this date was going to be awesome.

Sadly, I was wrong. The date was a mess. It was horrible. Yeah, all the magic that we had while online chatting disappeared the moment that we stood in front of each other. I don't know what it was. Her annoying laugh, her horrible sense of fashion, or her obnoxious throwing of random facts of everything that we did. I don’t know… it just didn’t work. However, that was not the worst thing that happened that day. I reversed the possession and Steve remembered every bit of it. 

I panicked. I tell him everything. About the fake profile, about the ring, about Mary. The guilt of what I have done got to me. I fucking cried in front of my friend. I begged him for forgiveness, I begged him for a second chance. I was expecting that he was going to yell at me. I was expecting that he was going to punch me or, at least, to give me the silent treatment. But no, he just told me that he loved to be possessed, that he just got horny by the idea of being controlled by someone. It was a surreal reaction, definitely not what I was expecting. Did I just wake up to some weird fetish on my friend? He then proceeded to ask me to be possessed again. No! He begged for it. It was his desire, so I followed his orders. I just grabbed the ring and took over his flesh for a second time.

Sure, I enjoyed the first couple of times that I possessed my friend. He asked me to go to the gym as him, which was super fun. He then asked me to go to several social events, which again, I enjoyed. However, then he asked me to go to his work, and family reunions, and so many other shit. Sure, I did some of that stuff… but it was starting to get annoying. Yeah, I possessed him because I wanted to be with a girl, my drive was to get laid once… not because I really wanted to be him. But for him… I don’t know… he was obsessed. I couldn’t handle it. So I decided that it was time that Steve and I went on different paths. We would always be friends, he was my best roommate, but I cannot fulfill his kink of being possessed. 

Steve was sad when I told him that I was moving away to another city. He was extremely supportive, he just asked me a favor… one last possession. It was annoying but I was willing to comply. I entered his body and immediately felt some pain at the back of my shoulder. I went to the restroom and tried to see my back, that is when I saw a new tattoo… I immediately recognized the sigil, it was made of wiccan symbols. That is the moment that I started to freak out. I tried to get out of Steve’s flesh but the magic was not working. The bastard tricked me… he sealed me inside his flesh. Shit! I am an idiot… I trusted Steve… now I would be him for the rest of our lives. Maybe in the long term it will not be so bad, but believe me, this was never my plan.