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.

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. 

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Seeing Walter outside, Chase/The Master decides to do a different approach on taking Walter as his slave.

From Chase's memories, he found that Walter is a little arrogant with his looks that he sells on his OnlyFans so he took advantage of it.

He notices an antique mirror in the hallway leading to the door so he enchants it so that when a person looks into it, their soul will get sucked into it, leaving their bodies an empty husk for the Master to control.

When he opened the door, with Chase's usual mannerisms, the Master says casually, "Hey bro, come on in!"

"Thanks man!" And walks right in.

The moment Walter went inside, just as Chase anticipated, Walter saw the mirror first and took off his shirt and jacket to take a selfie with his phone stuck to the mirror, intending to post to Onlyfans.

However, the moment he stood there to put his phone on the mirror, a pair of dark clawed hands reached out towards him.

Walter tried to run, but Chase, who was already naked, was already behind him locking his hands behind his back.

"W-what's going on?! What the fuck are you doing?!"

You, 'bro', are gonna be a slave for me mwahahaha."

Before Walter can scream, his spectral form was pulled out of his own body by force by the demonic hands and his body dropped to the floor.

"Mwahaha now then... why don't I summon my favorite slave to come to us."

Jake and Melvin, both naked and was watching everything happen, got a hard on at the same time as Chase put Walter on a chair, tied him up, and started fondling the empty Walter's chest.

"Now then... Deamon, come to me..." then, a demon appeared in front of them.

"M-master...?" Chase immediately turned Deamon into smoke and pulled him towards Walter's mouth, possessing him. All the while, Walter was banging on the mirror, begging to be let out to no avail.

The invasion caused Walter's body to shake against the tight ropes and taking over was relatively easy due to its true owner being kicked out.

As Deamon took control of every part of the body, Walter could also feel all the pleasures from his body getting possessed, making him moan inside the mirror.

Eventually the bdoy accepted Deamon as its new owner and he opened his new eyes.

"Master... what's going on... why am I here..?" While touching his new body.

"You, my boy, are about to help me take over the world and serve me as my fuckboy slave at the same time." Chase then started grabbing his chest, causing Walter to moan, knowing the real Walter is also feeling it.

"Now then, why din't we invite the previous 'owner' into the orbit?" Then Chase used his power to pull out Walter's soul out of the mirror. But instead of destroying it, he did a spell causing the spirit to have a huge headache as his brain is fried and corrupted so that he would only serve Chase before turning the soul into a stone that Deamon can eat.

He then handed it to Deamon and ordered him, "You must eat this stone so that you can acquire his memories," which Deamon complied.

Once he ate it, Deamon got a huge splitting headache from the memories flooding in and within seconds he can remember everything.

Chase then had Jake and Melvin untie the ropes and pushed him into the bed, where Jake and Melvin went to suck his nipples and cock respectively while Chase, naked, laughed maniacally at the new body and slave he has required.

Some of you asked for a Part II of my ARMY NAVY SWAP story. It took me a while to come up with a way to do it, because Rob/Todd aren't twins or lookalikes. I borrowed a concept from the TV show "Alias".

AI Summary:

"Army Navy Swap II" follows the protagonist, Rob, as he uses an advanced "DNA Resequencing" formula to permanently transform into his friend's wealthy and successful acquaintance, Lieutenant Todd Ruddle.

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