Mind & Reality (migue-gj)

It was kind of a part of the fun to bump into those guys not really by accident.

Of cause I made sure my little friends were ok, snug in my hand, well placed so they got in contact when I ran into those fellas.

So now, as soon as those guys were out of the gym I put my little friends on the floor where they began to bubble up right away, growing and shaping until they became perfect replica of those shapely gymrats.

"This is gonna be fun!" I smiled, and when they smiled back I knew, that they still were just as eager for some explorations as they were the first time we did this.

Outside the nightclub, I saw a lean man wearing a grey hoodie standing in the dark alley. He nodded in my direction and walked deeper into the alley. I followed right behind him.

"You're Leon, right?" He asked.

"Yes. So... do you have it?"

"Of course. Pink pill or Black pill?"

"Black."

He grinned at me as he reached into his right pocket and pulled out a Ziploc bag filled with black pills. He then handed me one pill. I inspected it closely, it looked like any other pill, but it was what was inside that made it so special and so expensive.

He then pulled another Ziploc, this time it had white pills and he handed me a second pill.

"Swallow the white pill before you use the black pill on your target."

"Got it," I then paid him the money, and after he counted it, he started walking away.

"I gotta go, have more deliveries to make. If you need anything else, you have my number. Enjoy your Alien pill, dude," but before he left he looked back. "Oh, and don't try to make the alien aware, they will crash out and die immediately if you do."

Noted. I put both pills inside my pocket and entered the nightclub. The place was crowded, and the music was loud and shitty. I couldn't wait to leave already with my prize. It didn't take me long to find the perfect subject.

It was not hard to notice him, he was the hottest and most muscular man at the club, he had huge tattooed arms and a sexy goatee. He wore a tight black tee with jean pants, and a big golden watch to match his confident persona. He looked dangerous in the sexiest way possible, like someone you wouldn't want to mess with, but I sure was about to mess with him. Women were being drawn to him like a magnet, they all wanted to get a piece of the man, and I was no exception, the only difference was that they had a real chance with him, while I did not.

But that was about to change, I thought as I pulled the pills out of my pocket, I swallowed the white pill first and while the hunk was distracted watching the girls trying to seduce him, I walked beside him and casually threw the black pill inside his drink. The pill quickly dissolved, and out of it came a very tiny tadpole-like alien. The tiny alien was very small and transparent, so there was no chance of the clueless stud spotting the creature in the dark chaotic dance floor. I watched with a smirk from afar as he took a sip of his drink.

The alien quickly reached the man's brain and in seconds the man was gone and in his place a parasitic alien was in control of his body. The man immediately turned and walked towards me with the biggest smile on his face. I didn't know the takeover was this quick!

The man started dancing sensually in front of me while constantly making eye contact and smiling. He danced like a typical straight man would dance, making sure all his moves were masculine and sensual, sometimes he would wink at me.

"Hey, I noticed you've been staring at me a lot. Do you like my dance moves?" He asked, his powerful baritone voice broke through the loud music.

"You're a talented dancer, but it wasn't your dancing that drew my attention." I then looked at him from his feet to his head.

His smile grew wider. "I'm Vincent, what's your name, cutie?"

"I'm Leon. Nice to meet you, Vincent."

"How about we take this party to my place, Leon? Just the two of us, what do you think?" He then grabbed his bulge and waved it at me.

I gasped when I noticed the massive hard-on inside his jeans. I was out of words, I could only smile and stare at the tattooed hunk staring at me with lust. I was getting hard as well. He chuckled and took a few steps closer, he put his huge hand on my waist and pulled me against his body, my hands were now resting on his big pecs and my hard-on was pressed against his bulge. I was exactly where I wanted to be.

"I've been looking for a date the entire night, turns out I was barking up the wrong trees the whole time. You're exactly what I need." He then kissed me, and I melted in his arms as I allowed my tongue to explore this hot straight man. His mouth tasted of beer and mint.

The parasitic aliens in the pills were totally clueless that they were aliens inhabiting a human body. They were programmed to believe they had always been the hosts they inhabit. The alien in control of Vincent's body had no idea he was not the real Vincent. They were biologically programmed to not realize their true nature as a fail-safe. Even if a client told them that they were just tiny programmed aliens made for horny humans to enjoy people they had no chance of sleeping with, they wouldn't understand and would simply die of shock, leaving their vessels in a vegetative state. That's why the Alien pill dealers always warned their clients to not reveal the truth to the aliens.

The pink pill means the alien has a submissive and obedient personality. These aliens are very slutty and hungry to serve, they're perfect for clients who want a slut to fuck.

The black pill is the opposite of the Pink pill, it means the alien has a dominant and alpha personality, which was exactly what I wanted out of this sexy hunk.

The white pill doesn't have an alien, they have special pheromones that only work on the aliens, making them extremely horny, obedient, and attracted to the client.

When Vincent broke the kiss, I noticed all the women who were flirting with him before, were now all staring with confusion and gossiping.

"Fuck, I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm hornier than usual! I'm not gay, I was planning to get some wet pussy tonight, but for some reason all I want is to fuck you hard!" I felt his hand on my ass.

"Then let's go to your place, and you do to me what you were planning to do to your date tonight."

Once at Vincent's apartment, we entered his bedroom while we made out like lovers who were separated for months. My hands were all over his muscular arms and chest, feeling those hard pecs through his black tee, feeling them flex under my touch. I helped him take off his shirt and he backed me up against the wall.

"Get on your fucking knees and suck my cock," he growled against my lips, then shoved me down to my knees. I didn't need telling twice. My fingers hooked into his waistband and yanked his pants down. Out it sprang—his huge thick brown cock, eight solid inches of heavy manhood, veiny and throbbing, with those big low-hanging balls swinging underneath. My mouth watered instantly.

Vincent chuckled, grabbing the base and slapping that fat heavy shaft across my cheek. Smack. Smack. "Look at you, drooling already. Pathetic little cock-hungry bitch," Smack. Smack. "You're the first man to ever enjoy this dick, so you better give me the best blowjob of my life. Open up." He didn't wait. His hand locked tight in my hair, yanking my head forward as he shoved every inch down my throat in one brutal thrust. I gagged hard, throat convulsing around him, spit already dripping down my chin. Vincent groaned, his hips snapping forward, face-fucking me raw. "That's it, choke on it, faggot. Take every fucking inch like the worthless slut you are." His balls slapped my chin with every thrust, his moans getting louder, rougher. I could barely breathe but fuck, I loved it.

I suddenly felt a hard slap on my face, "Suck harder, fag! You should consider yourself lucky, there were women at that club who would kill to be in your place right now!"

I started sucking harder, and every time he felt I was slacking, he would slap my face. After a few minutes, he finally pulled out, strings of spit connecting my gasping lips to his glistening cock. "Enough warming up." Vincent ripped open his drawer, tossed a condom and the lube at my chest like trash. Then he stripped fully, climbed onto the bed, and sprawled back naked. Legs spread wide, hands resting behind his head, showing off those hairy, musky armpits and bulging biceps. His thick cock stood straight up, pulsing.

"What are you waiting for, bitch? Get to work."

I first stripped naked and scrambled up, rolling the condom down that massive shaft, slathering it with lube till it shone. Straddling him, I lined up and sank down slow at first—fuck, the stretch burned so good. Then I started riding him like a whore, bouncing hard, grinding my ass down to take him balls-deep. "Oh shit, Vincent..." I moaned, hands on his sweaty chest, feeling those muscles flex under me. I rode faster, ass clapping, lost in it, whimpering like a slut while he smirked up at me.

"Look at you, fucking yourself stupid on my huge cock. Such a greedy little cumdump."

We flipped after I was shaking and close. Vincent pinned me missionary, legs over his shoulders, and pounded me deep. His sweat dripped onto my face with every brutal thrust—hot, salty drops landing on my lips, my eyes. He was grunting like an animal, that thick dick rearranging my guts. "Take it, bitch. This is what you wanted, isn't it? Getting wrecked by a real man!"

His thrusts got faster, slamming into me so hard the bed creaked. Then he buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep, guttural moan. "Ughhh fuuuuck—yeah, take my load you fucking slut—grrrraaahhh!" His whole body tensed, cock pulsing hard inside me as he grunted and growled through it, flooding the condom while his muscles flexed.

He then collapsed right on top of me, dead weight, breathing heavy. His cock stayed rock-hard and throbbing inside my wrecked hole even as he dozed off, pinning me there under all that muscle and ink.

I knew that although the alien would unknowingly remain in control of Vincent's body forever, the pheromones of the white pill only lasted for a day, meaning the alien's attraction to me would gradually fade until he didn't want anything to do with me. I didn't want this to end so quickly. Carefully, I reached for my phone on the nightstand, making sure not to wake Vincent, and dialed a number.

/muscle/testosterone drain

Vincent shouldn't have said all that shit about me. Now he's my nerdy twerp roommate and I'm the hot frat bro. It was so fun watching the fear in his eyes as i drained all the muscle from him, I could jack off to that feeling for days. With this new testosterone and cock I'm practically drowning in cum anyways. Didn't mean to make him a fag but I accidently swapped our sexualities too, doesn't matter- raming pussy with this huge dick feels amazing and I'm not gonna stop. I started jacking off in front of him, something he used to do to me. Since he's new at being gay he can't really hide his horniness. Its hot to put someone in their place, to watch their eyes become fearful of what they've become.

The feelings even better when he knows I'm watching him, his breath heavy as my thick hand slides up and down my huge vascular cock. My eyes locked with his as I think about his ex girlfriend's tight pussy.

A reworked Interactive story from CYOC

Damien just came out of the briefing room not really knowing what the secret mission he had been given actually detailed. All he knew was that his target was Hebrew Russo, an extremely dangerous man who had executed two agents already, and threatened several countries with an unreleased virus he had developed that could kill specific groups of people. It could be targeted on only Americans, or people with Asian or Scandinavian heritage. Within a few days an entire group of people could be wiped out of existence, that’s how lethal the virus was. The government had negotiated with Russo several times and agreed on his conditions, but they never really trusted the powerful man. That’s why MI5 had been tasked to find and neutralize Hebrew Russo and his lethal virus, while keeping as many people and departments in the dark. Who knew how many spies Russo might have, so only a few people actually knew of the mission and its objective. He had so much influence in the world right now, and the world was literally his playground.

That is all they told Damien, before instructing him to meet up with Agent “Ted” who had more information to give and held the only key to getting close to Hebrew Russo.

As Damien walked into the lab and saw Ted looking at some numbers on a whiteboard, he walked up to the other agent and said “So, T what do you have to tell me about this mission?” Ted proceeded to walk to the other side of the table where Damien stood and picked up a remote from the table. Damien sensed that Ted’s usual happy demeanor was different, as he was always excited to show of the latest weapons and technology for their new missions.

“Sorry Damien, I know you are not going to like this, but it is what the mission requires…” Ted said apologetic, before shooting Damien with the mysterious tech.

A weird feeling engulfed the muscular agent’s entire body, as he felt himself shrink in both height and width. His chiseled muscles smoothed out, and he watched the roof grow further and further away. His once tight suit started to hang loosely around him, and his pants and wristwatch dropped onto the lab floor. His taut skin became softer, and his dark styled hair turned brown and curly. Once the changes stopped he could no longer smell the masculine cologne he had sprayed on himself this morning, but instead there was this smell of sandy beach and teenage musk.

“Cosa mi hai fatto!” Damien stood up and inspected his now younger body in shock. Clearing his throat, he realized he had just spoken Italian and it came out in an unfamiliar voice. He had to really focus on each word this time before he managed to say: ”What did you do to me?” This time in English but with a very heavy Italian accent in his now raspier and more youthful voice.

Ted came around the table and looked down at the transformed agent, making Damien even more confused as he was usually much taller and bigger than Ted. But now the tech agent stood taller than him and pointed him towards a big mirror standing in the opposite side of the room. ”I think you better take a look at your new self, Damien.” Ted grabbed hold of his shoulders and quickly pushed him towards the mirror.

Damien stared into the mirror in shock and disbelief. Where he expected to see his own handsome muscular self in suit, there instead stood a young teenager dwarfed in his former clothes. The teen in the reflection looked to be about 19 or early 20, had disheveled mocha brown hair running down his forehead, a perfectly smooth face with spotless skin, and bright blue eyes that stared back at him in utter awe and fascination. The humongous shirt and tie now clung on the teen’s body, as the fabric brushed against his smooth skin. The shocked agent also realized his new young body did not have any trousers on, nor did he have any underwear or shoes as they had fallen off during his walk over to the mirror. A slight breeze was felt on his legs and new crotch, which caused an immediate reaction down there.

“Che cazzo…” Damien unconsciously cursed in Italian, as he found himself looking at the quite handsome teen’s face in the mirror. The perfectly clear face, the perfectly soft hair, the perfectly toned body, they all moved under Damien’s complete command.

“What the fuck indeed Damien,” Ted spoke up at last and stared at the bewildered teen in amazement. “Interesting, it seems like you have gained Lucas’ muscle memories as well, with him not being able to speak English very fluently.”

“Lucas?” Damien looked up at the taller agent and asked, causing Ted to look down at him with an amused grin on his face.

“Yes. It probably would have been easier to tell you who you were going to become and why before I transformed you, but Hebrew Russo is a very influential and paranoid man who has spies everywhere so we can’t risk it.” The tech agent looked around himself briefly before returning to his explanation. “The only people he trusts are those that have worked under him for years or those that he loves, and from what we could find out he loves his family more than anything. That’s where you come in. You see, you’re now Lucas Russo, Hebrew Russo’s oldest son and heir to his entire empire and all his wealth. Or well… more like his identical twin. Your job now is to get close to Hebrew and get into his extremely secure and locked safe where the virus is held, and retrieve a sample of the virus. It is supposedly somewhere underground where the Hebrew family lives.” Ted pulled out a photo of the entire Russo family, before pointing at the smiling young teen that had his arm draped around Hebrew Russo’s neck. He looked identical to Damien’s current reflection.

Damien looked deeply into the mirror and inspected the handsome kid now staring back at him. Although he was very good-looking and young now, he had not asked for this. Five minutes ago he had been a rugged muscular 33 year old hunk that could kill a man in 50 different ways, but now he was this rich and privileged teen who had most likely never held a gun in his life. Rage overwhelmed him as he turned towards Ted and grabbed him by the shirt. “I DID NOT WANT THIS! TURN ME BACK NOW BEFORE I DO SOMETHING YOU WILL REGRET! I AM THE BEST AGENT IN MI5 AND YOU JUST TURNED ME INTO THIS SPOILED KID!!!”

Ted grabbed the agent-turned-teen’s hands and easily maneuvered him around until his arms were by his back and his face pushed against the mirror’s reflective surface. Embarrassed from being so easily manhandled by an agent that he would have no problems with before, Damien tried to free himself with some expert techniques only to find out his arms and muscles wouldn’t move as he wanted. On the contrary, the sight of being so close to Lucas’ perfect face and seeing every pore on the skin caused a stirring down there which pushed a painful erection against the mirror’s hard surface.

“Easy there Damien, first of all YOU agreed to this mission back in the briefing room. Secondly, I’m the only one who knows how to turn you back so you better not get on my nerves. And even if I did want to change you back it would take at least a week or two to fully restore your original DNA. You’re stuck like this for now.” Ted pushed the agent teen closer against the mirror as he whispered into an ear, while relishing in the power he now had over the former agent who had always looked down on him just because he was stuck behind a desk instead of being out on the field. He could see the humiliation on the now teen’s beet red face. He decided to further drive the agent’s new identity in.

“You are Lucas Russo now. 19 and a half years old, born on the 7th of July. Your dad is Hebrew Russo, CEO of Russo’s Chemicals and your mom is Sofia Russo, daughter to one of the most influential Mafioso around today. You just finished your studies at the boarding school St. Stephens Private School in Rome, and have exemplary grades there. Although you do tend to get into trouble and fights every week or so, your dad pays a huge sum of money into the school so you always get a free pass from it. We also know that you are a daddy’s boy, because you’re always seen with him out and about, as your dad takes you with him on golf lessons and yacht cruises.” Ted easily flipped the dazzled agent-turned-teen around and held his arms lock high up against the mirror. The blushing face of Lucas Russo stared back up bewildered at him.

“The plan is to swap you out with the real Lucas on his way back home for the summer break. We have bribed the oblivious driver to stop at a specific spot a few kilometers from the Hebrew’s home and that is when we will swap you two. The bodyguard that is following Lucas is a mole that have worked with us for years. Since it’s right before summer starts, that means you got about a month’s time from now to learn everything there is to blend in and live as Lucas Russo. Thankfully the muscle memory of Lucas’ body will help you with his likes and dislikes, such as video games he enjoys and his favourite food, and hopefully that will mould your personality to be more like his. What you do need to learn though are who his friends are, your relationship with your other family members, and basically all of Lucas’ past and his ambitions for the future.” Ted stated smugly, as if learning about someone else’s entire life was a simple task.

“I am sorry Damien, but orders are orders and I won’t turn you back until you complete the mission.” Ted finally let go of Damien’s now sore arms and gave him a light pat of his smooth cheek. He then proceeded to walk over to the table and grabbed a set of clothes that seemed to fit Damien’s new body much better. “I have been ordered to give you these clothes, and once you are dressed I will call a security guard that will lead you to your new place of operation. There you will spend the next month learning everything you need to know of Russo’s son, and prepare you for your role of replacing the real Lucas Russo.”

Damien wanted to speak out and tell them how much he hated this idea, and even more so how much he hated how this new body of his made him feel. He felt so weak and helpless without his former muscles and stature, while his mind seemed to be clouded by horny thoughts and ideas he could not control. But no matter what, he had learned never to show himself weak and afraid, and so he answered: “Fine. I guess I have no choice then. Just remember to pick me up as soon as I acquire the target.” It still somewhat irked Damien that no matter how much he tried to speak English there was always the slight Italian accent in his raspy youthful voice.

Grabbing the clothes from the tech agent, Damien turned around and stared at his new reflection again. With a heavy sigh, he began to unbutton his former gigantic shirt. And as the shirt fell to the ground the former adult suddenly stood there in awe at the sight of his naked teenage body. For being so young, Lucas Russo already had a very good-looking body, most likely thanks to the personal trainers hired by his father. His muscles were lean and bulged at the right spots, his abs were firm and could clearly be counted to six, and the healthy tan spoke of all the hours the teen must have spent under the sun. Of course, this was nothing compared to the muscles and bulk he had on his original body, as this body seemed more like a runner than a fighter. At least he felt much lighter and flexible than he had ever felt. And looking further down at his youthful body he realized this kid was way more developed than he had originally thought. He had never seen such girth and length on an adolescent, especially not at this age. It was evident that the men of the Russo family would all grow up to be actual Italian stallions. Even the firm bubble butt behind him spoke of that.

Damien’s hands found themselves cautiously squeezing his two firm butt cheeks together, and watched as his new manhood quickly grew hard. He let go of his backside and was just about to grab hold of his painfully engorged member, when he suddenly realized what he was doing and where he actually was. He had just spent the last five minutes staring and touching his own naked body, in the middle of a lab with another person! Thankfully Ted had gone back on working on some other gadget, which gave Damien the chance to quickly slip into the clothes that had been given to him. A simple T-shirt, briefs, shorts, and a pair of trainers. Although he had some problem pushing his still engorged member down into the white briefs.

He looked back up and saw his new identity again. Lucas Russo, a good-looking teen with healthy skin, tight muscles, and a cock that made porn stars jealous… He felt his cheeks redden and get warm, and for a brief second Damien felt excitement over seeing his new youthful body and feeling it move under his every command. Though he was still slightly angry and annoyed over the way he had been transformed and handled, he remembered he was stuck in this body for the next few month or so till the mission would be completed. So it was better for him to accept this new body of his and start adjusting immediately, rather than walk around aimlessly and sulk. He gave his own blushing face a pat before turning around and walking out of the lab where the security guard was waiting for him, briefly hearing Ted yell “See ya later, Lucas!” in a teasing manner behind him.

— One Month Later —

Damien was standing in a public bathroom as he kept adjusting the stupid shirt around his neck in the mirror. He used to only wear shirts and ties, but now he hated how uncomfortable, stiff, and bland they always were. At least he had his perfect face to stare at which gave him some kind of relief. He had gotten used to Lucas Russo’s face as his own, even admiring the way the teen’s mouth creased as he smiled, the smell and softness of his brown hair, and the way his cute nose twitched when faced with foul odour. After all, for the past month he had been inside the adolescent’s body and learned everything there was about Lucas Russo’s life. They had even turned another agent into the form of Hebrew Russo, so as to jog Damien’s current muscle memories into learning faster. Of course, at first it had been strange to have the infamous Hebrew Russo as his instructor and trainer for the mission, but he soon grew to enjoy the other man’s company. They would practice conversations, eat meals together, spot for each other as they worked out, and even sleep next to each other. In a sense he almost felt a weird attachment to the man supposedly being his current body’s fake father.

It didn’t even take a week for Damien to get fully into the character of Lucas Russo. He could now speak like Lucas, move like Lucas, and he even found himself enjoying the things Lucas did. One of those things, as he would find out the first morning he woke up and somehow having pulled off his own clothes to sleep naked, was how incredibly horny and desperate his new teenage body was for the sensation of touch. He tried hard to ignore the desires and tumbled around to find the clothes that had been flung away, but the slightest touch against his own soft skin or the thin blanket brushing against his hard erection immediately sent pleasure and ecstasy throughout his entire body. He could barely think straight anymore as he threw himself back on the bed and clasped his hands around his painfully throbbing cock. Up and down he pumped, viciously, unrelentingly, madly, until at last he arched his back so high up towards the ceiling he would have back pains for hours after. A raspy bellowing grunt vibrated throughout the room as Damien unleashed a torrent of his teenage cum all over his own chiseled stomach and wet bed. He would see literal stars for minutes after, all while he got drunk by the stench of his own teenage musk that had permeated the room. It felt utterly amazing, addicting even, and being worlds better than any sex he had ever had with women in his original adult life. So much so that he couldn’t help himself but caress his hands across his smooth sensitive body and tug one out again immediately thereafter.

And for the last 30 days, that’s what he had been doing every single morning, and in a way that had helped his mind become more adjusted to its’ new form and sensations.

Every day he’d grow more and more fond to the sight of Lucas’ smooth lean arms, impossibly hefty cock, and handsomely cute face. To the the point that he even requested to have a full-body mirror in his room just so he could watch as he slowly dressed himself in the morning, or undressed for the night. He’d spend hours picking the clothes that looked best on his body, and spent at least an hour a day out in the sun to keep the healthy tan on his perfect skin. Though Damien had tried hard not to admit it to himself, it was clear that he had fallen in love with Lucas Russo’s youthful body. The young and wild hormones that coursed through his body, the bounce and energy he had whenever he walked about, and the devilishly handsome visage looking back at him in every reflection. At this point he couldn’t decide if he should be proud or angry for being put in the body of such an Italian teen stud.

Of course, it hadn’t been all fun and games. After all, this was an important mission with the entire world on the line. Every day had been hard practice and repetition on information Lucas knew, and the relationships he had with others. The once stoic and disciplined agent even had to act like Lucas even when they were on break or he was alone, just to subconsciously work the thought patterns into his mind. He had to be amicable, messy, and sometimes even shy. Just like Lucas. It was hard at first, with Damien being corrected several times a day for acting out of Lucas’ character, but now he hadn’t been corrected in over a week.

He was ready to swap places with the real Lucas Russo.

“I am Lucas Russo, heartthrob teen, and son of Hebrew and Sofia Russo.” Damien practiced in the mirror as he cleared his voice several times to get the tone right. As confident as he was, he still let out an anxious sigh. Sure he had practiced for an entire month, but that was with someone who didn’t actually know the real Lucas. Damien was going to have to live in the house where he was technically raised in, with the family members that knew him best, and with a paranoid cold-blooded father who would immediately execute anyone he found suspicious. He had no choice though, if he ever wanted to return back to his original muscular body and be of service to the country that is. Ideals which he had begun to feel more and more disconnected with…

Nonetheless he pushed a hand through his soft brown hair and adjusted the collar around his neck before walking out of the bathroom. A huge muscular man with sunglasses stood outside and waited for Damien. The bodyguard, an undercover agent, spoke to him and instructed him not to open his mouth until they arrived at the house, Damien had to literally look up to see the towering hunk’s face. Humiliation washed across his flushed face as he suddenly felt so small and weak standing next to the massive guard. Sure the man was bigger than his original self, but Damien could have easily overpowered him with his expertise techniques… if only he weren’t stuck in this defenseless adolescent body. So he meekly nodded and followed the undercover bodyguard over to where the sleek Mercedes with blacked-out windows stood. “Let’s move out.” The bodyguard said with his deep voice, as Damien strapped up in the passenger seat and nervously tried to avoid eye contact with the massive man for the rest of the trip.

— A few hours later —

Damien and the bodyguard had been waiting out in the nowhere for over two hours until they finally saw another car driving down the forest trail. It slowed down as their car sent off a morse code message with the blinkers, before parking right next to them. The bodyguard then turned to the teen agent and began fiddling with the collar of his shirt. “It’s time. This is the last time you’ll be able to contact and be tracked by the headquarters. Russo installed a new security system a few days ago so we can’t risk any of our technology being detected.” The guard’s rugged hand ripped a small microchip off the underside of Damien’s crisp white collar. It was the tracking and communication device all in one, therefore leaving Damien without any spy technology on him for now. “Don’t worry. They’re working on a new improved one which you’ll get in a few weeks. Until then I’ll be your contact person. But I get to decide when and where we meet, understood?” The teen agent nodded. The bodyguard then crushed the chip between his strong fingers before ordering Damien to sit tight till he came back. He then stepped out of the car and walked over to where the other one stood parked.

A few minutes later, Damien watched as the guard carried an unconscious body over towards their car. It was real Lucas Russo out cold in his arms, as he opened the door to the back seats and placed the sleeping boy inside. Damien couldn’t help but stare at the boy in amazement, as he looked exactly like Damien did now. Well, it’s probably more correct that Damien looked like him. Damien couldn’t help himself but slowly reach back and with one hand gently caressed along the sleeping teen’s smooth face as his other hand stroked his own. They really felt identical to the touch, even down to the pores and ridges. His hand continued down till it reached Lucas’ soft snoring lips, and the teen agent couldn’t help himself but explore further as he slipped a finger inside the drooling mouth of the teen before pulling out his slick finger back out. He brought it up to his own face, gave it a quick whiff, before sucking it inside his own mouth. They even smelled and tasted similar! His eyes traced along the sleeping boy’s body until they stopped at the large bulge in front of his pants. Damien were just about to reach forward when the bodyguard opened the door of the front seat and sat down.

“Hurry up will you? Before the driver gets suspicious.” The bodyguard demanded, immediately reaching back and pulling out a smart phone and wallet from Lucas’ pants. He handed all the stuff to the teen agent and told him the code was 1337. Damien couldn’t help but give off a snort as he heard the pass code, as he couldn’t help but find it funny. “Oh, and let’s not forget the most important one.” The guard reached further back and held the sleeping Lucas head up before he slid a beautiful golden chain necklace over the sleeping teen’s head. “This was a gift from his father on Lucas’ fifteenth birthday. It’s specifically made just for Lucas, and he never ever takes it off.” With that said Damien held the shimmering chain in his hand before he quickly slipped it over his own head. The second the chains clanked against his chest a slight shiver passed through his body. In a sense, it almost felt as if the golden chain necklace had crowned him as the real Lucas Russo.

Finally, the bodyguard asked Damien to climb to the backseat and pretend to be asleep, so he could carry him over back to the other car without the driver ever knowing about the exchange. Damien agreed and climbed over, landing himself right on top of the real Lucas snoring lightly. As he waited for the bodyguard to walk over to the other car and tell the driver they were ready to go, Damien realized he was laying right on top of his identical twin, face to face and chest to chest. Their soft bulges were rubbing against each other and the agent could smell the strong teenage musk exuding from both of their warm bodies. For a brief second a pang of jealousy washed over Damien. He couldn’t explain why, but for a moment he felt incredibly angry, envious, and sad over the fact that this boy underneath him was the real Lucas Russo and he wasn’t. No matter what he did he would always be an “imposter”, and once this mission was over he would most likely never get to see the young adult’s handsome face in the mirror again. At least he could enjoy the moment while it lasted he reasoned, before humping his crotch against the unconscious teen’s identical one. He then grabbed hold of Lucas’ beautiful face and planted a deep and passionate kiss on the plump lips, even pushing his tongue as deep into the other’s mouth as possible and savoring the delicious taste of his identical body’s pure teenage saliva.

“I’m Lucas Russo now. You see this necklace and this pretty face of mine? It’s all the proof that I need to replace you.” Damien smiled arrogantly at his sleeping twin, before laying down and waiting for the bodyguard to pick him up and carry him over to the private car of Russo Family.

About five minutes later Damien pretended to groggily wake up in the backseat of a fancy limo. He could see a sigh of relief wash over the driver’s face as the older man stared at him through the back mirror. The driver probably had no idea what he would do if he turned up at Hebrew Russo’s house with his dead son in his backseat. He would have a fate worst than death, and for what, a few grands? Nonetheless, Damien stretched his arms and adjusted the chain necklace around his neck. A sense of pride washed over him as he touched the cool metal texture. He then pulled Lucas’ phone out from his pants and unlocked it using the pass code. A message from Lucas’ friend “Andre” popped up asking him if he was still sleeping with a snoring emoji, and for a brief second a weird sensation passed through his chest. He tried to ignore it though and instead tapped into his weeks of practice and knowledge to write back a quirky message exactly in the way Lucas would have. And for the next hour before they reached the house, Damien would scroll through all the messages, pictures, and social media on the phone, fully immersing himself in Lucas Russo’s digital life.

When the car finally parked in the heavily guarded driveway of the Russo Villa, Damien stepped out feeling extremely nervous yet oddly excited. The real test started now - to live the life of Lucas Russo perfectly and get into the father’s secret lab for a sample of the lethal virus.

— Three Weeks Later —

Damien laid by the private pool and enjoyed the feel of the afternoon sun. The warmth touching his tanned skin was such a pleasurable feeling, and he couldn’t help but spend every afternoon out there on the patio. Every day had been such a blast, as he would just lazily waste time around the expensive villa. The days consisted of taking swims in the pool, sun-bathing, playing video games, and meeting up with a few of Lucas’ friends now and then. Damien thought for sure he would get bored after the first few days, but in a way it became sort of… liberating to be free of all expectations and not have to worry about being the target of some super villain.

Not to mention Damien had grown to love the sight of looking down and seeing the smooth lean body of Lucas moving under his control. He would smile contently at seeing the noticeable olive tan on his arms, the light dusting of hair on his thighs, and the large lump stretching the front of his swim shorts. Still, as he stretched his beautiful body out and went back into the villa for a refreshing shower, his mind was still figuring about ways of getting in Hebrew Russo’s secret lab. In this case, “his father’s” lab.

The teen agent thought it would have been much easier to get into the old man’s lab, but that hadn’t been the case. Not only had “Lucas” been barred from going anywhere close to where the entrance of the lab might be, but the new security system that had been implemented recently was nothing like those Damien had ever encountered before. And without a way to contact headquarters and not having seen the undercover bodyguard since the exchange a few weeks ago, Damien found himself incapable of doing anything progressive. Especially since whenever the teen agent tried to bring the lab or virus up in a conversation with Hebrew, the other man would simply smile and ruffle his son’s hair, before telling him that he’ll eventually learn all about it one day.

One thing that did surprise Damien though, was how incredibly warm and caring Hebrew seemed to be with his family members, and especially his oldest son. The father would take “Lucas” for golfing and shopping trips every other day, and whenever the kid stopped to stare at something or talked about wanting it, Hebrew would buy it all without any hesitation. They would make wonderful memories together, had inside jokes that only they understood, and planned fun exciting activities for the future. Of course, the busy father would sometimes disappear for a day or so for some important meeting, but he always came back with bags of wonderful present and hugs that would make anyone’s legs go soft. Just like during his practice the month prior, Damien found himself slowly growing more and more attached to the supposedly cold-blooded killer. This time though, it wasn’t just a weird attachment, no, it was full blown familial love for the man that was his supposed father. Damien did worry that the feelings he now had might affect the mission, or how he would deal with it after the mission was complete, but for now he would just go with it and be happy that his supposedly father hadn’t seen through his act.

Another pleasant surprise of his new privileged life was the fact that Damien now had a personal manservant. His name was Martin, and he had this incredibly muscular chest and broad back, not to mention a handsome groomed face with a pearly white smile.

The first few mornings Damien had woken up as usual with a massive hard on profusely leaking onto the blankets. As if a routine he would walk over to a mirror that stood against the bedroom wall and slowly start caressing himself. He would touch his smooth pleasurable skin, his handsomely pretty face, and his perfectly firm butt. Just as he grabbed his sizeable manhood and began pumping it, the door to his bedroom opened and the manservant Martin let himself in.

He gave Damien’s beautiful and youthful body a look over, before he unbuttoned his own shirt and walked over to where the shocked teen stood holding his own dripping member. “I have been waiting for this day. The boss has instructed me to be of your personal service whenever and wherever you need me.” Martin explained, before he dropped down on his knees in front of the naked young adult and completely enveloped the throbbing member into his hot mouth. It was the best blow job Damien had ever experienced, period.

Every morning from there on the manservant would come into Damien’s bedroom, and give him an orgasmic start to another perfect day. And when the young adult got more used to it and became more frisky, Martin would even let him touch his hairy chest and experiment with his muscular body. Before long the hormone-filled teen would sometimes call for the valet in the middle of the night, just so he could breed the handsome muscular servant’s juicy ass. The older male did seem to enjoy it just as much though, as he always left the teen’s bedroom with a content smile on his bright flushed face.

Then there was Lucas Russo’s best friends. All of them had their summer houses close by, so every third day or so Mattheo, Andre, and Klaus would come over and spend the afternoon at their villa. They would push each other into the pool, playfully fight each other on the lawn, share embarrassing stories with one another, and sometimes even showoff each other bodies to see who had the better one. So far “Lucas” and Andre were still competing over the top spot. Not because they wanted to win themselves, but because they thought the other teen should win, thus leaving the competition undecided. Andre, who was supposedly Lucas’ closest friend, would often stare at Damien profoundly which excited the teen agent in strange ways. The other young adult, who was a few years older than Lucas, was just as incredibly handsome and fit. With perfect blond hair and tattoos all over his lean body, he could also speak impeccable Italian but with a slight American accent to it.

At first it had really bothered Damien how he would suddenly get all shy and awkward whenever he was left alone with the other teen, but he soon found himself really enjoying the feeling of being around him. Sure, Damien found the manservant Martin attractive and loved experimenting with the older male’s incredible body, but with Andre there was something else. A curious yet exciting feeling that he feared to admit to himself. The strangest thing though, was that in his original adult body he would be completely straight. He had slept with hundreds of women and been called a dickhead by at least ninety of them, as he could never feel any attachment to them. Now however, he had to purposely push these strange feelings he had for the other boy aside, trying his best not to act on them. He was only going to be Lucas for a short while longer, so he dared not get too involved with the teen’s life.

Yet, about a week ago Damien had woken up to the sight of Martin slobbering down on his engorged morning wood. Damien had then put his arms behind his head and turned his eyes sideways towards the mirror. The sight of his naked smooth body relaxing as the manservant went to town on him brought him no greater joy, and for a brief second he completely forgot about the important mission and his his true goal in being there. In that moment he was truly Lucas Russo, in body and mind, and who loved his parents and his own perfect life more than anything. A deep inhale of his own sweaty teenage musk finally brought him to an orgasm, as Martin expertly swallowed every single drop of the virile teen’s seed. Only then was he brought back to reality and remembered that this wasn’t him. He wasn’t Lucas Russo, and this wasn’t his rich privileged life. No matter how much he wanted it to be.

No, he knew that time was ticking and the potential of his father, Hebrew Russo hurting a lot of people was still there. He just had to find a way to contact headquarters and get into the secret lab. Perhaps he could even convince the father figure to hand himself in peacefully, and show the world that he wasn’t just a cold-blooded killer. Surely he would get a lighter sentence that way… Damien tried hard to fight his own feelings, but he found himself torn between doing his rightful duty of saving the world and not wanting anything bad to happen to his “own” father. In fact, he rather just lay out in the warm sun and not have to think about those problems at all.

He was just about to go out and take another swim in the refreshing pool of expensive mineral water, when a message from Andre popped up on his phone. The other boy was apparently waiting outside the entrance and had something “very important” to talk to Lucas about. With his heart fluttering non-stop Damien adjusted his loose shirt and gave his own perfectly handsome face a look over in a nearby mirror. “I am Lucas Russo, and I can do this!” He gave himself a seductive wink before walking downstairs to where his best friend was waiting.

—

Meanwhile, Hebrew Russo sat in his office and watched a direct feed on his tablet with satisfaction.

He had just been in contact with some of his spies in the MI5 who had at last successfully destroyed the entire secret service organization from the inside. Most of their high-rank agents and bosses had been killed off by the lethal virus from a simple handshake or pat in the back, while the lower ranks had fled in fear and hid for their lives.

They had even discovered a secret operation which had planned to infiltrate his family and steal some samples of the virus by transforming one of their agents into his oldest son and replacing him. Infuriated over the fact that they believed he wouldn’t recognize his own son from a fake one, he had ordered the immediate execution of all personal involved with the mission. They were all shot on sight as Russo watched on from the other side of the screen. The scientists, the boss of the operation, and even Ted and the traitorous bodyguard.

And for last he had saved the imposter agent that had turned himself into an exact replica of his teenage son. Though still a bit drugged up and confused, the transformed agent had been sober enough to cry and plead for his life, and even went as far as to try and convince the executioners that he was in fact the real Lucas Russo. The cold-blooded man paid no attention to the agent’s trickery though and immediately ordered the execution of his fake family member.

As the blood slowly ran across the lab floor, Hebrew finally turned off the tablet and gave off a victorious laugh. Then, he turned on another monitor that displayed his son Lucas’ room. The young teen sat awkwardly next to his best friend Andre, before his son reached over and grabbed hold of the blond boy’s hand. A few moments of complete silence as they stared at each other with blushed faces, before Andre grabbed his son’s beautiful face and pulled him into a kiss. Before long they had torn the expensive clothes off each others bodies and made out passionately on the golden silk bed. And as Lucas laid spread out on the bed and moaned blissfully, while his new boyfriend went down and began to slowly bob up and down of his son’s slick manhood, Hebrew turned off the monitor to leave the two young lovebirds to their own privacy. The father was happy that of the three boys he had hand-picked for his son, his son had chosen the boy whose father controlled one of the most powerful criminal organization in America, the Italian-American Mafia. Not that he wouldn’t have been happy with the other two, as all that mattered was his son’s happiness.

With a smile on his face, Hebrew couldn’t be more proud of the man his son was becoming. No matter Lucas’ recent strange behaviors or newfound sexuality, the father loved him profoundly nonetheless. And if anyone dared to hurt his family or speak even a single homophobic comment around them, their entire family tree would be wiped out of existence by Hebrew’s DNA-seeking virus.

No matter what, the Russo family and its empire would dominate the world for years to come, and Hebrew Russo would make sure that his son Lucas Russo would become just as ruthless as him one day.

After all, one fateful day his son would inherit all his fortune and even his secret world-dominating virus…

(Non-SCP Short)

Like what you see? I bet you do, but don’t worry, even I can’t stop staring at myself ever since this whole thing happened last night. And not just that—I can’t keep my new meaty hands off myself, every touch sends a spark throughout this body, heck, it’s even taking most of my willpower to stop myself from rubbing one out again! But I gotta keep it in for now, don’t want to disappoint Nate’s hookups today with an empty shot.

See, this isn’t even my own body—or at least, it wasn’t mine until last night. This was Nate, a fellow gym-goer, one of the biggest guys that frequented this place. Certainly an eye-catcher, and I even heard from people that he has a huge following online. So it wasn’t surprising that he was probably one of the snobbiest guys in the place.

We really hadn’t interacted much, only twice; once when he asked me to pass him a dumbbell, the second one though wasn’t the most pleasant. I’ve only been here a couple of months, still struggling but gradually gaining—though I was nowhere near Nate or any of the other guys here, I was still a beginner who was trying to lose some fat.

I happened to chance upon Nate alone in the locker room last week, and he was flexing, taking selfies of himself in the mirror when I walked in. I wasn’t too self-conscious about my image, so I changed to my gym clothes on one of the benches there, before shoving my bag into one of the lockers. As I changed shirts though, I could hear snickering near me, and when I turned around, it was Nate trying to stifle a laugh while he stared at me. His eyebrows were raised, arms-crossed whilst looking at me in disbelief, before shaking his head. “Hopeless,” he muttered.

I’ve never felt more embarrassed in my life, and mad. It was at that time that I resolved I would get even bigger than he is—in probably the most unconventional way possible.

You see, had Nate been a little less rude, I wouldn’t be trying out something I’ve tried hard to suppress all these years—this weird ability that had been passed down to me from my father. I didn’t like it before, I watched how it drove my father nuts, but the urge to take everything Nate had for myself has overridden my fears.

My father had the ability to separate his soul from himself and possess people and own their bodies, meanwhile I got a somewhat better variant of his power—I could merge myself with another person, incorporating my mass into them and then my consciousness, before taking over. I had only done it once with my father, but I ended up reversing it when he tried to take over.

And that’s exactly what I did to Nate last night.

It was probably mostly luck; Nate came to the gym late at night just a couple of hours before closing so there were only a handful of people left. As usual, I caught him taking pre-workout selfies in the locker room again, though he didn’t see me at all. He had just stripped his shirt off, to change into a tanktop when I managed to shove him to the ground.

To properly merge with the person, I needed them conscious—so I couldn’t knock him out, though I had to be quick. I wasn’t the biggest, but I had the element of surprise in me. He was a little disoriented, and I took the chance to strip his bottoms off quickly. I was already naked, and I needed him to be as well in order to merge.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I heard him say, already trying to push himself off the floor. Of course, I didn’t let him. As quickly as I could, I shoved one of my legs into one of his meaty thighs. As soon as it slipped in, he gasps, before groaning in what I could assume was pleasure. I pushed my leg in, his thigh and calves swelling as well as his feet increasing a few inches as I sunk in.

I didn’t want to rush the merge, so I slowed it a little as soon as I could feel the sensation of my new leg. It felt amazing, and I couldn’t help but push the other one into his free leg. Like the other leg, it started to swell up, leaving only my crotch and upper body unmerged.

“Wha—fu—ahh…” Nate tries, overcome by the new feeling. I bring us upright, my new legs feeling strong and powerful as I did a couple of kicks with it. Meanwhile, Nate was trying to reach for me to push me off.

“I’m not done yet.” I told him as I turned to face us into one of the locker doors. In a different angle, it would look like Nate was leaning over and bending down in front of me, like I was fucking him. I could almost laugh at the irony, as I started to spread his cheeks with my throbbing member rubbing against it.

Nate notices this, though before he could yell at me, I plunged my rod in. He dissolves into a moaning mess as I thrusted in. I wasn’t screwing him, at least not exactly, but I could momentarily feel the tightness of his hole before feeling my tool and my back slowly sliding in.

“Fuck…” we both say in unison, as my new member started to push forward and get longer, and thicker. Even the balls that hung beneath started to swell, all the same with our ass becoming one. Even our spinal cords were nearly merged now.

Seemingly from instinct, Nate grabs our combined length. We both moan at the same time, feeling the pleasure two-folds than it used to feel. I wanted to save the shot for myself though, so without thinking, I pushed both my arms into his back. Nate’s hand releases as his back arched to pull me in, eliciting a gasp from both of us.

The feeling was beyond pleasurable, even better than when I merged with my dad, as Nate’s huge back warmly accepted my torse. His guns, with mine under them, slowly started to pump. An outline of my hand pushes down to his as if I was wearing a glove, followed by a squelching and rubbery sound as my mass was incorporated into him.

At this point, only my head was left out, and Nate was reduced to a moaning mess as I ran my hand over my new body. I grinned once I saw our form in the mirror. My head stuck out from behind, and even Nate was impressed with our body once I started flexing it.

“Time to finish this.” I whisper to his ear. Nate’s eyes grew wide, and his mouth formed an ‘O’ in protest as I pushed my face on the back of his head. Our memories intertwined at that moment, his instantly getting integrated into mine as I slowly took over.

One good thing about my merging, is that despite my mass and everything getting incorporated, it never happens for the face—meaning that I retained all of Nate’s facial features, with mine dissolving underneath instead of merging with his.

Once I opened my eyes, I grinned at myself. I stood right in front of the mirror, in all my nude glory, slick and shiny with sweat like I ran a marathon. My new member was even longer, and thicker in this angle, I could even estimate that it’s about twelve or so inches.

Of course, since I was alone in there, I couldn’t resist but pound on it. It was the single most amazing feeling ever, even hotter than with my father, especially with these huge hands. I looked like a Greek god pleasuring himself in while I stared and grinned at my reflection—and needless to say, I didn’t even last that long, the pleasure was too much, and I shot about two guys’ worth of cum at the mirror, essentially forming a rather sizable puddle of essence right at our feet and all over the mirror.

I grinned and moaned loud in satisfaction, and even ran a hand over my sensitive head before releasing more ropes of white onto the floor and the back of my hands. I brought it up and sniffed it, before licking it clean off my fingers. It tasted even better than I expected.

And that’s what led to here today—from being the new guy, I had successfully taken Nate’s place, quite literally. Since I have his memories intact, it wasn’t that hard to pass off as him, though it was a little harder to keep up with people staring at me who was even bigger than they remembered yesterday. I just smirk at them, and wink, before getting on with my workout.

I’ve also broken up with Nate’s girlfriend—since I’m him now, I don’t think I could deal with girls, especially if I’m after something else. Nate was straight, I wasn’t, and I think I need to fill up some twinks with this rod later after my workout. It just feels like it’s the right thing to do.

“Take that, Nate.” I whisper to myself, mocking the remnants of Nate’s consciousness inside my head as I feel him slowly vanish while I assume full control.

I was extremely tired of TJ. The last couple of weeks he had been acting like a real douchebag. I know that he had been flirting with several girls, even though he had been in a long-term relationship with Abi. He bullied the newbies at the gym, his harsh words even make a couple of them to quit. I was growing tired of his new attitude… even tough he was my friend; I could only take so much crap of someone.  Then everything imploded. We were in the locker room, ready to hit the showers, when I noticed that weird pendant hanging from my friend’s neck. “What’s with the jewelry?” I said, however I never expect that he would react in that way. We began to discuss. Things got out of hand, and he was the first one to try to knock me down. As I slowly fall to the floor I moved my hand forward, trying to grab him. I was only able to grab the chain around his neck. I pulled it hard, and it shattered as I hit the ground.

I looked in silence as TJ began to scream in agony. I looked in terror as his muscles quickly loose definition. As he slowly lost several inches in height and his face wrapped into a new form. I was speechless as he transformed into just a teenage boy. I looked at him in awe and then I recognized him. He was TJ’s neighbor. I have seen him only a couple of times, but I always thought that he was a weirdo. The boy starred at me and quickly began to run. I tried to catch him, but he was too fast. I return to the gym completely defeated. Not being able to believe what I just have seen.  Then I saw that weird pendant in the floor. I starred at it a couple of minutes, the chain that hold it somehow has been rebuilt. My interest took the best of me, and I slowly put it over my neck.

It was a surreal experience looking at TJ in the mirror. Still, I have so many questions. Is my friend still alive? Does that boy represents a threat? Who created this pendant? Can it transform its wearer to any other person? I needed to resolve this mystery and help my friend, to return everything back to normal. Then I found TJ’s phone and saw a message with Abi. She was flirting with me, and it was obvious that she was expecting a wild night tonight. I looked at myself in the mirror. I am certain that I would solve all the mysteries surrounding this amulet, but tonight, I just want to experience what it feels to be my best friend.

Part 1

Michael took a quick selfie for his porn fans before heading out for a bank appointment. Alas, the smile would be fairly quickly wiped from his face.

“Haha, no that doesn’t count.” Henry, the financial adviser told Michael. “You need a proper job to be able to apply for such an account with us”

“What a stuck up bastard,” Michael thought to himself.

“Just put a suit on and apply for some real jobs like a normal person and then come back to me.” The adviser continued, clearly unaware of how out of touch he sounded. This infuriated Michael, who felt he should have the same level of service of any hard working individual, regardless of profession, but this entitled bank employee who had probably never worked a hard day in his life, or known what it’s like to make ends meet, had other ideas. “But if you’re free in an hour or so, I’m sure we could come to a different, private arrangement…” The adviser flirted. Michael’s instinct was to reject him, but then he felt a plan coming together in his head.

Michael hung around outside the bank until  his so-called adviser, finished and they took off to Henry’s apartment. Henry immediately stripped off and commanded Michael to suck him off. “Fuck, I love trashy guys like you. Yeah that’s right, get on your knees for a superior man.” Henry seems to have some superiority complex, Michael thought to himself. 

Michael did as commanded, and then began to tease his host about turning him into a trashy guy too. Henry told him to shut the fuck up, but Michael could feel Henry’s dick pulsate at the suggestion. “Imagine if you were the trashy guy, and I was the rich banker…” Henry’s dick throbbed further. Michael stood up and took control of the situation. “Strip off boy and put these on” Henry gave a look as if being told off by his nanny and did as told. He took his suit trousers and boxers off from around his ankles, as well as his expensive dress shoes and discarded the open tie and dress shirt, before pulling on Michael’s baggy joggers, and threadbare underwear. “Now get on your knees, bitch” Michael commanded, as he pulled on the expensive garments and took his seat in the chair. “Now suck” He commanded.

Henry did as told, while Michael verbally teased him. “You’re trash, aren’t you? Porn is YOUR job. Get a real job, loser.” Michael tormented Henry. Henry was fully wrapped up in the fantasy, no one had ever realized he had this fetish before. “You’re gonna look for a job, aren’t you. A proper job, Then things will be back to normal, right?” Henry gently nodded, while continuing to suck. “Good boy. Until then, you’re just scum, Michael.” That last sentence caused Henry’s most intense orgasm. The sight caused Michael to orgasm at the same time, just as he had hoped… to seal their fate.

Part 2

Once Henry came around from the ecstasy and dizziness of his orgasm, he looked up to see his former self sitting in the chair! Michael’s grin, now as Henry was from ear to ear, as he explained to Henry, now Michael, that they had swapped, and that he should look to get a ‘proper’ job with the same or higher earnings as he had now if ever he wanted his body back. Until then, he would live his life. He also explained that there was no way back until both of them orgasmed together again. 

The new Michael went to the bathroom to check himself out. He was horrified but also turned on by the sight. He’d never dared to get a tattoo before, but now…

Meanwhile the new Henry dug out his wallet from the suit jacket pocket and threw a few hundreds at his apparent hooker. “Alright, that was fun, but now it’s time for you to leave.” Henry arrogantly told his former self. Michael looked a little shocked to be treated this way, but agreed to leave. It would make a change from the bank for a few days, and he’d find a job in no time.

Michael headed out and checked out his new apartment, smaller and messy. He couldn’t find a suit, so immediately went and bought one. He blew his whole $800 budget from earlier on a suit, shirt and tie, but was disappointed that he had to get something so “cheap”. The materials were all wrong and scratchy.. And there was no hiding those tattoos, which he knew wouldn’t make his interviews quite so simple.

The new Michael, used to having a much higher budget burned through all his disposable income in a matter of days. His interviews were not going well either. Phone interviews went well, but he couldn’t get past any face-to-face round. With money running out, he messaged his old body asking for some money. But, the new Henry firmly declined, and suggested he falls back on his other methods of income. 

Michael’s fans were pleased to see him again after a short break.

The new Michael also loved the attention in a weird way. He felt totally humiliated that people were objectifying himself like this, but he loved the feeling. It felt so wrong, but so right. And then the money started to roll in too. People were paying him to do this. AS Henry, he normally was the one paying thousands for prostitutes, but now, he was raking it in for doing something that turned him on so much. It was a win win.

Needless to say, the job hunt took less of a focus as he spent more time on OnlyFans. He also got a very generous tip from an anonymous donor with the message “So glad to see you’re back online and sluttier than ever! Fuck, I love trashy guys like you.” Could that be… him? Michael thought to himself. He hadn’t even thought about his old body in weeks. So he messaged him to find out what he was doing.

Part 3

Henry quickly replied to Michael’s message with a selfie of him at the office. Damn, he looked good. He was definitely taking care of himself. Maybe even a little more than the original Henry had.

The new Henry had been loving his easier life. Work was not hard and the salary was incredible. Not that he had many outgoings, as he father paid for his penthouse and car, so all of his salary was pretty much disposable.

Henry: Yeah, pretty good thanks! Work is piss easy. You rich guys really do have it easy. I totally get the feeling of power and entitlement you had too. It’s kind of infectious. Some little old lady came in with her life savings and I made a bomb on commission for all the extra and totally pointless services I sold her. Part of me couldn’t believe I did that, but part of me doesn’t give a fuck anymore, you know? I’m not here to help people, I’m here to make money! Also, your colleagues are a bad influence and so elitist. They egged me on to oversell too and we went to celebrate and got totally wasted that night! But also, because of them, I am super paranoid about my safety these days so now I lock my doors whenever I get in the car, in case some lowlife tries anything. Got a gun last week too, just to be sure. And fuck Uber, they’re all freaks who are out to get you too. Can’t believe I didn’t see it before.

But part of me is also a bit bored. Everything is a bit too easy now. There’s no boundaries anymore. I just throw money at something and I get my way. And if I’m honest, and I don’t know if it’s this body or this lifestyle or what, but I subscribed to your OF because I have started to find you, like, really… hot.

Anyway, that’s enough from me. How are you? Found a job yet, or are you still a fucking whore?

Michael read through the essay. Seems like Henry had a lot to get off his chest, and trusted him, maybe even looking for his approval? Sure, his style had definitely got more entitled, but it presented an opportunity. So Michael replied, the autocorrect tailoring it to Michael’s original style:

Michael: yeah im awesome thanks. and yeah im still an adult performer so no job yet but OF is going great. butt i am liking the simple honest work. just went to the gym and now im sweaty af…

Michael: Sent a photo.

Michael: Wanna sniff a real man’s pits for $2000?

Henry: Fuck. When can you be here?

Henry: But wait, no cumming together. I am not leaving this body to go back to being some poor lowlife…

Henry: Oops, sorry, that just slipped out.

/Heavily inspired by the story; The 43rd Annual Fettig High School Career Fair. Love a gradual suggestion tf, always hot!

Once again, Lee was put into a group of guys for a group project that expected him to do everything. It wasn't totally out of the norm, but he was getting tired of it. He always heard in high school that he would find his people in college, but it wasn't going so well. Short, skinny, weedy, nerdy, the only asian person in a 50-mile radius. He hated going to college in such a rural area.

The class went by as expected, the group of meathead guys contributed nothing while he slaved away at the assignment. Peridocially he'd catch one of the meatheads looking at him, in a sort of apologetic way. After class thay meathead came up to him, his body language was nervous and a bit more shy than he'd expected.

"H-hey, sorry about my friends, i wanted to help, but i feel like i'd just slow you down." He spoke with a softness that the others didn't have. The gentle giant loomed over him as he extended a hand.

"Here, if i can help in any way just give me a text or call, k?" He said as he waved goodbye. On the folded paper was his number and the name "Julian," What a strange interaction.

---

Lee and Julian got together at Lee's dorm, and although he didn't help a ton- it was nice to have some company. Throughout the day, they had actual conversation and found out they actually had some overlap in interests.

"Why do you hang out with those guys anyways? I feel like you're so different from them."

"I... dont know honestly, it was just easy for me to fit in with them i guess. People look at me and assume im just some other jocky douche so it's hard for me to branch out."

A pang of guilt washed over Lee.

"And- uh.. how do i say this."

Lee looked at Julian quizically.

"Our 'leader' James has this confidence and charisma you can't really avoid. It's like everyone's under a spell or something."

Interesting Lee thought, he had to push a little more.

"Tell me more, like pretend im trying to be someone like him. What specific qualities, traits, would 'put you under a spell' as your phrased it."

"Well, you would be pretty tall, like taller than most people if not the tallest person in the college. I think thats what gives him the dominance and confidence you know?"

He did know, Lee had been 6'5" his entire life. It made him a lot more confident even though he was as skinny as a rake. It was how he got through highschool- he'd just wear baggy clothes to hide his skinny body.

"I guess you kinda have that part down huh, you're for sure taller than him."

He stretched upwards cracking his back, he was always the tallest in the room standing at 6'9." No one came close.

"Yeah yeah go on, what other things?"

"You'd for sure be more athletic, into a ton of different sports, so you could socialize with as many people as possible."

He looked down at his lithe toned body that he maintained from being in so many sports growing up. It was like he had too much energy and he didn't know where to put it. It was normal for him to run 5 miles a day as a warmup. He also thought about the multiple people he had met over the years, some he didn't talk to anymore but followed him on socials. It was easy for him to stand out, and people felt naturally gravitated towards him.

"You'd be more muscular, yes you'd still do a ton of sports but you'd still be in the gym almost daily. Huge arms, huge pecs, huge legs, huge everything. And everything would be just as defined as it is big."

He leaned backwards on his bed, looking down at his huge pecs. People often joked that they looked like they would start spurting milk at any moment. He smiled, his confidence skyrocketing as he flexed one of his huge arms. Confirming what julian had said.

"And, hypothetically. How would you make me more perfect?"

Julian rattled off a bunch of descriptors as Lee's body became absolutely perfect. His face became perfectly symmetrical as his cheekbones lifted and became more pronounced. His voice became deep and demanding, his adams apple prominent on his muscular long neck. He spread his thick juicy muscular thighs wider as his member became as thick as a soda can and 10 inches long soft.

He let out a soft moan as he started to play with his sensitive nipples.

"I didnt know you thought of me like that Julian, 'the perfect man' huh?"

He smiled an extrmely dazzling white charming smile.

"Now we'll finish this project later, but there's something else that should be your priority right now."

His giant pet snake flopped out half hard as he pulled down his sweatpants.

"Why dont you have a taste of an actual leader."

Another caption written by an anonymous writer.

Jordan prided himself on a lot of the skills he’d acquired throughout his life. He’d been able to use his unassuming demeanor to his advantage, thereby allowing Marc to suspect nothing when he went into the bathroom. Which gave Jordan ample time to slip the sleeping drug into Marc’s beer. He’d been made fun of multiple times for being in the boy scouts, but that experience came into play while he tied perfect knots to restrain Marc, should he have awakened in the middle of the process. Reciting the spell he’d read in the medieval book he’d found researching knights and magic, he felt himself become weightless. He moved effortlessly toward Marc’s unconscious, bound body. As he sunk into Marc, he could feel his soul attach to Mark’s skin. Goosebumps travelled along Marc’s forearms as Jordan’s soul adhered itself to it’s new home. Jordan felt a chill travel down Marc’s neck to his tailbone as he felt himself connecting to Marc’s spine. With just a simple thought, Marc’s abs flexed in unison with Jordan’s. Jordan felt his soul expand to compensate for the excess of muscles that Marc had and Jordan lacked. With one final breath, Jordan felt Marc’s balls and cock twinge in sync with his as the possession was completed. Coming into terms with the reality of his actions, Jordan smiled with satisfaction as the thought of his new life ahead of him. And then reality brought his daydreams to a crashing halt as he realized that he hadn’t made arrangements for the aftermath of stealing Marc’s body and life. His rope tying skills were admirable. However, his escape artist skills were severely lacking. After a few minutes of struggling Jordan closed his eyes and thought to himself:

“I really should have planned the rest of this out…“

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God I hated my Brother, he was such a lil dick he keeps driving me crazy.

Maybe it was just the fact that I was having a bad day already or maybe he had just finally crossed the line. But I have had it up to here with my uptight goody two shoes brother Philip. Ever since we had gotten the new place I thought we would have finally had enough space to ourselves to relax, to chill without any of the overbearing bullshit of our family. That I could actually get to know my perfect older brother without his well fitted shirts and his tight slacks that left little to the imagination with his round ass and thunder thighs. But it turns out that when your brother grows up an academic book worm he stays that way in college with you and prioritizes a clean cut image at his fancy job when he could really be sitting back with me, pants unbuttoned and watching a game or two.

He would normally tell me I was letting myself go, just because I wasn't super hygienic and was super musky after all my workouts (I hate the gym showers can you blame me) and I would drink a beer or two every night didn't mean I was letting myself go. Just meant I was being free and he should try it too. Maybe it would put some damn meat on his bones and he wouldn't look so frail.

I just wish that if he was going to be such a buzz kill that he wouldn't touch my shit. Sure it wasn't properly organized and it was thrown out around the place haphazardly with clothes on crowded surfaces but I know where my shit is. He had a whole cleaning spree when I was out at the club and now I have no clue where my laptop is. I checked all my normal spots I emptied out every storage space it's just fucking gone and I'm furious.

So I went snooping around our place, it was just a two bedroom so I had some decent idea where to go and our layout. But what I wasn't expecting was a closet door between our rooms with an antique trimmed door waiting to be opened. My hand is pulling on the knob before I even know what I'm doing. This wasn't there, this has NEVER been here and there's not enough space for it.

So why was I being every dumbass white person in a horror movie, why were my eyes wide open as it revealed itself to just have a shelf with a single baseball cap. It had this insignia of a fucked up baseball glove. I even asked myself why I picked it up even though it looked like an old cursed or possessed article of clothing with an aura of foreboding but it was simple. I had a thought I knew to be absolutely certain and absolutely not my own, that that door was a door that only shows up when it's needed and that this hat would fix my bro for good.

I just had to get him to put it on and wear it which wouldn't be too hard. My brother would be tired after coming home from class. He'd sit down on the couch and that's when i’d strike. He wouldn’t see it coming, he’d be too tired to even really be upset about how I tore apart our place, just sat with his back to me. So I sat in my room waiting, my cock getting hard at the thought of the power I held, the idea of corrupting my brother, showing him the good life, what he was denying himself.

It wasn’t long before he walked in, sighing dramatically, through the cracked door I could see him run a hand through his perfectly blonde, combed hair. Adjusting his stupid tie he didn't need. He carefully set his bag on the counter, the satchel neatly placed, while his steps forward were all deliberate, his shoes already off.

When he sat down I struck, jumping through the door prepared for anything. I saw him jump, startled at the noise but before he can say anything, do anything I slap it down, his eyes going wide behind his glasses, at first in fear but it quickly transfers to bliss. 

“Ty..Tyler what what was that for!” he says, biting back a moan as I walk around the couch to look at him, the hat starting to shimmer. His body  twitches, his limbs seem to scramble for a second, arms shaking and legs spasming. He tries to reach up to the cap, maybe to pull it off but his fingers just wont listen, his twig like arms struggling to stay up as magic PULSES through him.

“Nothing bro, just figured you could finally relax a little. Get your head out of your ass and into what did you call my baseball caps last time?” I say smirking, enjoying his struggle, the way his body was fidgeting.

He says something but I ignore it, babbling about how this wasn’t funny. “Oh yeah get your head out of your ass and into one of those lazy douchebag hats I'm always wearing!” The word douchebag echoes out of my mouth and the magic ball cap starts to turn. Its brim, which was facing forward, started slowly ticking back. 

“No, Ty..Tyler bro- fuck I don’t say- Tyler stop this, its doi..doin somethin BRO!” His controlled, always frowning, smarmy face relaxing, taking on a dopey grin, he never said the word bro, never was chilled, this was all so new and so fuckin hot. His voice cracking slightly and Phillip’s flailing arms collapsing onto the couch with a thud. The hat was only a quarter of the way when I saw his body start to squirm under his already well tailored clothes.

Another PULSE shot through him, centered around his face and head, his hair going from well manicured, clean and soft to this frizzy, unmanaged greasy pile of curls and sweat. His brow furrowed, the bone underneath strengthening and pushing outward giving his once sharp feminine face an immediate masculine touch, his eyes glazing over  as his nose grew stronger, facial hair sprouting forming a chinstrap as his jaw became square, chiseled and his lips plumped up into these perfect kissable DSL’s.

His face was no longer this smooth, cute academic, it looked like a jock, a dumb meatheaded jock.

PULSE

The hat was glowing Brighter “Bro..Bro Ty its, its so warm BRO, its takin.. Taking my brain bro.” The pulse moved down his neck, his adams apple growing, his neck thickened. The hat using his brain as fuel, his personality being eaten away. His shoulders broadening, his collar, the seams of his shirt straining. The jacket burst when it got to his arms, the muscle breaking the fabric, it dematerialized, his button down strains further as his pecs explode, becoming this sturdy meaty slabs, but the final straw is his muscle gut that forms, or as he would call it, a beer belly. Memories of my lil bro keeping himself trim, doing cardio are replaced with late night parties, beer runs and keg stands. The shirt is torn to pieces becoming a beat up, smelly stained white tank. 

PULSE

Reality was being rewritten, Phil was begging for it to stop as his hands became this rough mitts made for grabbing beers, lifting weights and slapping asses. But that begging became moaning as pleasure rippled through him, these deep guttural groans of pleasure like an animal in heat.The hat was more then halfway now His legs were next, the thighs that were almost non existent became thunder thighs from all the heavy lifting, his calves were carved into diamonds even with him sitting on the couch watching tv a lot more recently. He was thrusting up into the air, his glutes packing on fat and muscle became perfect for worshipping

PULSE

It was almost done, the hat was almost all the way backwards, its energy shining horrendously bright as my memory of Phillip was erased, gone for good. The uptight brother I wrongfully resented for wanting what was best for me was replaced with Phil, a hard core horny ex jock who leers at you. Memories of him bossing you around, making suggestive comments about using your mouth and muscled ass. Spanking you when you’d walk by, whistling when it would recoil. I was forced to watch as my wish was twisted and his hard, veiny cock grew through his pants, becoming a monster 12 inches that BEGGED for attention, his balls filled to the brim with cum.

PULSE

My eyes were blinking rapidly, the house changed, no longer freakishly organized everywhere even with the mess I made earlier. It was a messy bachelor pad, underwear and dirty clothes everywhere, beer cans on the ground, pizza boxes spread out. Phillips' satchel was replaced with a different alcohol bottle on the counter Phil had already gone through. Our entire dynamic erased and rewritten, my desire corrupted, the hat was was a fucked up jock monkey’s paw.

PULSE

The hat was fully twisted around, our fate was sealed and it was only partial 

The tv was on, hard core gay porn was playing on the tv and Phil’s cock was throbbing, he was lightly moving his hand up and down, teasing it. “Yo Bro, wanna come jerk it while this himbo gets his ass pounded!” Phil says, cock leaking precum, getting slicker making it easier for his hands to slide up and down. His breath was hitching as he kept going.

I made a face immediately, grossed out at the offer, my sex obsessed, pervert brother absolutely disgusting to me. “Nah Bro, you know this isn’t my thing!” i didn’t want to start a fight, i didnt want him in here bossing me around.

“Whats not to like Bro, theres something so HOT about a big dumb Himbo bouncing up and down on a cock, pecs jiggling, eyes crossed, only thinking about how to make his top feel good!” Bro moved one of his hands under his wife beater, tweaking one of his nipples as he got off. His eyes were staring right at me now, not at the porn, leering at me at my body, like he was talking about me. I don't notice him grab the hat.with the other hand, how he carefully holds it just off his head, waiting to strike if I say the wrong thing. I’m to angry, too pumped up.

“I’m not into that shit bro, especially not with you, go take your dick and find a dumb ditzy himbo who will actually like sucking it!” Its said out of rage, out of anger, and disgust. But even if I didn’t hate my Bro Phil and how commanding he could be. How he would always try and pull shit like this, try and proposition me or leer at me, I just didn’t want to do any of that with my brother.

It was Phil’s turn to strike, He leapt to his feet quicker than I thought he could. His hat already off his head, a giant evil smirk across his face as he plopped it down on my shorter frame. It all happened at once, so fast so quick I couldn’t get out of the way and I definitely couldn’t get it off of me as I felt it CINCH around my forehead sticking to my head.

“Your right Bro, i do need myself a DUMB DITZY HIMBO, who will LOVE SUCKING AND SERVING MY COCK!” his voice echoes as he lightly strokes his massive cock, worry fills my head as I see out of the corners of my eye a dark sickly green glow emanate from the hat, the world slows down.

The first PULSE hit me like a freight train, my skin felt like it was on fire across my body, my semi pale, acne scarred body was WASHED clean, taking on this deep rich tan. My facial and body hair being lasered off by magic and any and all flaws disappeared as if I had been photoshopped. I watched as my bro circled around me, whistling at the first change. 

Another PULSE, this one deeper in my head, the hat began to tick, and as it ticked and rotated I felt a sucking sensation start in my brain, my thoughts slowing down man, becoming harder to think or focus. Another PULSE, My face taking on this look of a dumb innocent jock, lips becoming thicker, just like my BRO’s great DSL’s to suck hi- what the fuck i would never GET DOWN ON MY KNEES AND HOOVER AWAy- I dont think that way BRO, thats my Brother. But this new hunger, this desire to lick along his shaft, eyes glazed over as my tongue gently traces its way around the tip before my lips engulf him. The idea of him grabbing me by my new platinum blonde hair as he fills the hunger that finds itself forming all the way down my throat, that can only be satisfied by his length and his cum.

 My jawline was more chiseled and my cheekbones got higher. My hair took on this bright Platinum blonde while my eyebrows were perfectly tweezed into a nice arch.

PULSE

My body was hit with mass, my neck thickening, shoulders broadening, chest being made into this perfect set of Pillows for my brother to tease and play with while I sucked him off or bounced up and down on his massive coc- fuck no the hat was about a quarter of the way and as it sucked out all my intelligence, free will and identity, so that it could replace it all with him, serving him, his massive body. Doing whatever he told me so I could deep throat his cock, feel it fill my empty tight hole. I felt my arms expand, becoming the perfect gym bunny arms, biceps that bulged like mountains, sturdy triceps and wrists that made my meaty hands all the more stable.

PULSE

God Why wasn’t I on my knees RIGHT NOW. Fuck its progressing further, need to get this stupid- AMAZING hat off me. I felt my core tremble as abs cobbled themselves together, my waist tightening giving me this Dorito shape before my hips exploded outwards.I had this perfect V, a slutty waist for my brother to grab me by, to bend me over and hold onto while he fucked me silly. 

PULSE

It was almost halfway turned around, burning brighter, my head on fire as it fried my brain for all it was worth, I felt it looking around for more fuel, it didn't have much brains to work with like Phillip so it started to creep down my body, sneakily snaking through me. Phil was walking around me when I felt it, him SLAPPING my ass, causing what once used to honestly be kinda flat because I skipped Leg day, to RIPPLE. That warm energy SURGING, becoming a fiery heat as my ass piled on the perfect ration of fat and muscle. These two massive globes looked like a shelf, from every angle they were noticeable, I would never be able to hide them. WHY WOULD WE WANT TO!!! These big bouncy cheeks are gonna make bro so happy I cant wait for him to give them a quick swat, or to gyrate on his lap getting him nice and har- No I’m not some cock obsessed himbo.

The energy spread further in, diving between the cheeks, I felt my hole TWITCH. That PULSE from before was nothing, this one, this felt like 8 of them going off all at once, I lost my footing as my ass clenched, my hands grabbing onto Phil as my eyes rolled back. My hole, god it was empty, so fucking empty, empty empty empty, i needed it filled, I needed cock, fuck I needed phils cock so bad. I didn't care that I would never have wanted it before, didn't care that this didn't sound like me, the only thing I cared about was his hard, slick cock thrusting in and out of me.

Making this bouncy bubble butt took a lot of energy, fuel, essence and it needed to burn something else, something substantial, something I used. So when the hat finally found it, it wrapped around it, engulfing it in the same fiery PULSE as my cheeks, I felt it, I felt my cock shrink. My once decent six inches, my pride and joy I used for conquests, centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch was shrunk down to a tiny nub.I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting in the air, my balls which would have swung wildly dwindled down, useless no longer important. Neither body part had use, all my pleasure was focused on my ass, tits and mouth. Why would I need a dicklet when I had big bros to play with?

I felt another PULSE , my legs becoming strong, sturdy, able to hold myself in any position Bro would want me in, my flexibility increasing all over my body as I became the perfect fucktoy for Phil to use however he wanted, whenever he wanted. God I just wanted him, no I NEEDED him to want me and didn’t care what it took to please him, I would do it.

I had one last thought that I knew was mine, Tyler, not Ty’s, staring up at Phi, this man who was the peak of masculinity in my eyes, his beer belly out and proud, flexing his arms in a double bicep pose making my already horny mind race at the thought of the musk to worship in those hairy, sweaty pits. My mouth partially opened, pouting begging for his cock as it swung back and forth, drips of pre cum oozing out of his cock and onto my face. It was that I hated Phil, that I wanted Phillip, my annoying uptight brother, I guess you don't really know what you have till you lose it to a magical reality manipulating hat that feeds off of intelligence and cock size.. PULSE

God my Brother was so hot and strong, I love when he would command me to do things. Today were gonna be watching the game, but right now he is seeing how much precum he can paint with my face. His cock leaks it like a faucet and its like the hottest thing ever my god I just want to be covered in it. Some people used to say he was overbearing and commanding but I always found Big bro to be SOOOO HOT.

“Yeah, that's a good boy! So cute with your backwards cap on!” My eyes are following after his cock as it swings over my head, his balls hitting my chin. I feel his hand push the cap further down on my head, scrambling my brain one last time, burning up the last reality till I was just an empty headed himbo that needed both his holes filled.

“Even cuter when your eyes follow after my cock!” He does a quick dip/squat his cock swinging into the right side of my face, his precum and sweat glazing my face as he does, my mouth follows after trying to get it in there. 

“You are so fucking cock hungry its adorable bro, tell me how badly you need my cock!” he says quickly hitting the other side, my lips are almost able to kiss the side of his dick as it swings.

“Please Big Bro, i need your cock so bad, I’m so hungry Bro, im just a cock hungry slut for you bro please fill me up I’ll do anything!” I beg, my hands grabbing his legs, my ass jiggling as I plead with him. I see him stare at me with the predator like hunger, his hand squishing the hat on my hair one last time before ripping it off and throwing it behind him. It faded out of existence like it was never there. His other hand quickly ran through my lush platinum hair before grabbing it and holding it still.

“Okay boy, since your such a good, dumb, cock hungry slut, I’ll give it to you but only because you asked so nicely!” He has the widest grin on his face as he brings his cock down to my lips, smearing more precum across them as I greedily lap it all up. My tongue rolling around the tip of his dick as he lightly applies pressure to my face. I moan just thinking about what happens next.

“Open up and take it like the bitch you are!” He commands and I listen. He’s not gentle, why would Big Bro be anyway, he thrusts in, all the way. I love that Phil fucked my gag reflex away with his amazing fuckstick months ago. To feel him go from his tip ALL the way down to the root of his cock in one fluid motion was divine, my eyes rolled back as I felt his pubes smash against my face, his hands on the back of my head now grabbing fistsfulls of hair while he moaned. The smell of his musk, the feeling of it all happening so suddenly, overwhelms me and I can’t stop myself from jumping off the edge, eyes rolling back as my tiny dick fires shot after shot. 

He tsks through light laughter and wags a finger in the air, pulling his cock out halfway, and so quickly that hunger that he had satisfied with plunging all the way down returning, eating away at me. “So hungry you can’t control yourself slut, fuuuck i’m gonna have so much fun tonight!” he says, he quickly slaps one of my cheeks, a quick surge of pleasure floods me as I feel them both shake, he whistles before plunging his cock back in.

I can hear the game going on in the back, his thrusts are fast but even, his balls slapping into my neck. Hearing him talk about some stupid guy named Tyler, how he was happy he could finally get everything he wanted, a bitch to clean up after him, take care of his cock and not make any mess. That some stupid hat was the best thing that happened to either of us.

The sweat from his beerbelly his hot and heavy, soaking through my hair and forehead, his smell ingrained in my mind as an aphrodisiac. My hands move up and down his body, worshipping it like the god he is. His own cheeks clapping with every thrust as he takes exactly what he wants. I hear cheering from the game, someone is apparently near the end zone, Phil is getting faster, his hands are a bit rougher as he’s getting closer. Almost at the edge.

My stomach feels so full from his precum, my throat trying to swallow more and more of him as he skull fucks me silly. I’m so close again, his moans were getting louder, telling me how I was such a good boy for milking his cock. That I had to get ready to take it all, swallow all of his cum, to be his good lil bitch and that praise, that encouragement was all I needed to have my second hands free orgasm this time around. The thought of him painting my throat white making me throw my head back as he thrusts into my puffy, hungry lips.

“Here…here,...It comess you DUMB HIMBO!” he shouts as the screen yells touch down, he rapidly does three more smaller thrusts as he fores not one, two or three loads, five all down my throat.

“Now be a good bitch and get me a beer!” He says pulling out of my mouth with a plop and playfully slapping my face. 

God I loved My Big Bro and his massive cock so much, it drives me crazy!

Marcus was really regretting his wish. All he wanted to do was spend time with the hot guys in the Frat House down the street, but he never meant that he wanted to spend time with them as a brother of the house. He wanted to be sucking on their cocks, sniffing their hot swampy armpits, not trapped inside a meaty sweat covered body without any ability to control it. He hated the version of himself he was now, his big thick hand scratching at his ass crack and pits, sniffing his rank stench. He felt so gross and stupid, lounging around in sweat pants, laughing at the dumb misogynistic jokes, flexing when given the cue.

He kept waiting for something fun and gay to happen, for all the hot guys to start kissing, or for someone to play pop music to relax to, but the best he got was kisses on the cheek and bros slapping his cock with a callused palm, muttering “no homo, brah!” Rap music was blaring, causing him to scream inside his head, but the vessel he was inside just nodded along and tapped his big stinky foot. “This shit is tight,” he drawled, at the same time his hand pawed at his fat package.

One of the frat boys he had the biggest crush on came and sat beside him, throwing a muscled arm over his shoulder, his slick armpit hairs touching his skin. His thick cock remained deflated, up until the bro shoved his cheap scratched up phone in his face, laughing. “Fuckkk Mark, look at these mommy milkers,” he said, showing off a GIF of some big boobed porn star squeezing her fleshy tits together. Instantly, Mark as he was now affectionately called, could feel all the blood rushing to his cock, a low groan leaving his open mouth, the stank of morning breath blowing out, but his bro didn’t care. He reached his big meaty hand into his sweats, at the same time his bro was doing the same thing. “Fuck brah, let me pull us up something good,” the dude said, using his sweaty pube covered fingers to quickly bring up a porn video, lesbians scissoring to be exact.

Their slick pussies sliding against each other, their titties bouncing. Mark couldn’t help it, even if a tiny gay voice was screaming in his head, begging him to remember that he was a gay boy who wanted to be fucked by frat boys, not be one. Mark was only hyper focused on the swaying tits and squirting pussies on the phone screen, he didn’t even glance over at his bro jacking his cock because that would be gay. No one in this frat was a queer. Least of all him.

Once he busted his load to the moaning MILFs, he didn’t even clean up, he just shoved his thick cock into his sweats and stretched out, shoving his bro away as he squeezed out a hot protein fart. Everyone laughed, breathing in the hot fetid stench, loving the sense of brotherhood in the house.

Acting Different by Nemo

Jake wondered where his buddy Matt had got to. Then he glanced out the window and saw him flexing on the porch, in just his tiny gym shorts. He ran outside and checked no-one else was around. Satisfied there was no-one else in sight he relaxed a bit, but still turned to his buddy.

"Dude! What the fuck are you doing on the porch in those shorts. What if someone saw you?"

"Jake chill. What if someone saw me? First off, this cabin's a good 1/2 mile from the nearest neighbour, so it's not that likely, but even if someone did see me, what's wrong with the sight of a young stud exercising?"

"What's wrong is that they've never seen you do it before and you're meant to be acting normal."

Matt sat up and ran a hand over his tight abs, before he replied. "Yeah about our agreement, I've been having a rethink."

"What do you mean a re-think. We had a deal."

"That's just the point. You see I don't think you've been completely honest with me or yourself. After all what was the point of me replacing your buddy Matt, if all you want me to do is act just like he does. I mean that was how you sold me the deal in the first place wasn't it? You were fed up with him acting a jerk but you'd already paid for the trip to the cabin and you didn't want to lose your money. Right?"

"Yeah that's exactly what I meant. What are you on about?" asked Jake defensively.

"What I'm on about is if you wanted a 'new' Matt, why are you so freaked out when I act different to the old Matt?" He stood up and walked over to Jake, until they were only inches apart, facing each other. "And if you were so worried about 'Matt' acting differently, why did you approach me in the first place with your plan. I mean Matt must have told you his big brother was a faggot, god knows he used to yell it at me enough. You see I think you wanted someone in Matt's body who would let you get more... intimate?"

"No way! You're wrong. I didn't care you were gay. I just wanted someone who could impersonate Matt and fool everyone. That's why I let you in on my plan and gave you the body-suit serum to slip to him. It was just because you knew him best. I knew that with you inside the suit, we could pull this off."

'Matt' just looked at Jake as he sputtered to a stop. Then he calmly lifted both his arms up and flexed just inches away from Jake, popping his guns. As Jake stared at 'Matt's' biceps mesmerised, despite his protests, 'Matt' suddenly reached down and shoved his hand inside Jake's pants, gripping Jake's rock hard dick, gently but firmly.

"Stop lying to yourself." said 'Matt' "Your mind might be trying to fool me, but your body can't." He started to gently pump Jake's dick in his pants. "Know I've got to know my little brother's body properly, I think it's time you did as well." and he leaned over and kissed Jake hard on the mouth, slowly jerking him off as he did so. Jake stopped protesting and kissed him back, shoving his tongue into 'Matt's' mouth.

I dropped my grocery in shock the moment I witness my dad holding my naked uncle's slick throbbing dick, cum's stained his chin and dripping down to the wooden floor.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?"

But I didn't know that it was just the start of my terrifying fate. The two quickly stood up and cornered me, sinister grin plastered on their face and it seemed like they didn't hear my pleading. That's when my father leaned to kiss me but that was also the moment I felt the inhuman presence that traveled from his mouth to mine. I managed to block whatever lump of shit that was but that's when my uncle's dick came into usage as he grabbed my head and slammed it to the wall so hard I was pretty sure my skull cracked or I have an internal bleeding. He shoved the entirety of his 9 inch throbbing dick as my mouth went agape after that hard wall slam. That dick pushed the lump beyond to my internal organs and that was when I felt something lit within me

Now, I am nothing but a conscience trapped within my own body while some foreign entity controlled my body

(Non-SCP Short)

(Part Two of Buddy Body)

Grudges weren’t easy to let go, Evan had been very familiar with that—and though it was decidedly a bad feeling, he found it also led him toward greater things.

It had been nearly a year since his last ‘proper’ communication with Jasper, and then seven–nearly eight–months since Evan had used a particularly useful and invasive spell he discovered; one that enabled him to possess another human being, the use and subjugate their bodies as if it were his own. It had been the exact trick he needed to enact his revenge on his ‘friend’ Jasper, whose body he had hijacked and claimed for his own since their last fateful ‘encounter’—their last, of course, since Evan had long since absorbed Jasper’s soul to claim ownership over the man’s body.

It had been one of the most satisfying revenges that Evan had done—besides the many nights of pleasure of course, he enjoyed watching himself, with Jasper’s own hands, destroy and remake various aspects of the man’s life; he’d come out as gay because he knew the real Jasper wasn’t, he started showing more of himself on the internet, he had done deeds that the real one would think of as unspeakable, and most of all, he had explored the man’s untapped potential.

If any, Evan thinks, Jasper should be thankful; thankful that he’d broken the dull and lackluster cycle of the man’s life—though it came at the expense of him giving his body up whilst Evan lived it out to its fullest.

Grudges were one thing though, and spite was another. He may have been satisfied stealing from Jasper, but he wanted to do more to mock the man—for some very specific reason.

One thing Evan discovered from using his spell is that the souls he absorbed somehow retain some level of consciousness inside him; though not enough to seize back control over their bodies, they remain like those voices in his head. Rey had long since been subdued after weeks of  Evan owning him. Jasper, on the other hand, is still an ever present voice in his head. 

Evan relished it—he enjoyed hearing the desperation and anger in Jasper’s voice as he demanded for Evan to give him his body back. Whenever his voice gets particularly loud, Evan would find ways to exploit it; may it be by inviting random men to hookup with, or posting raunchy images online, and especially when he’d talk to Jasper’s family and friends pretending to be ‘Jasper’. It excited him so much, and he got off to the sound of the man pleading in his head a lot of times when he was in Jasper’s body.

Today though, Jasper had been a little quieter in his head, and he wanted to shake things up a little. In order to taunt the man, Evan decided to use his trick once again—in the exact way that he knew would provoke the man more. He planned  to steal the body of a person close to Jasper personally, two actually, and the first one was his cousin’s body: Josef, another body worth stealing.

Evan had only talked to Josef a couple times (using Jasper’s body, of course), over Christmas and the New Year when their families were together, but he knew from both his stolen memories and interactions that the two had been close—and Josef’s body was one that Jasper had always wanted too, because he was admittedly hot as well. So in a way, Evan would be stealing both Jasper’s cousin, and the chance to take Josef’s body for himself. The thought of that made him grin, and he felt Jasper’s voice stirring inside his head.

Josef lived at the opposite side of their state, from what Evan recalled, and he knew the way there thanks to Jasper’s own memory of it. He chanted the spell again almost that same moment, as he’d always done before, and found himself getting dislodged out of Jasper’s body. The body he left behind immediately went to autopilot, the same way Evan’s real body has been in for the past months like the other bodies he had stolen.

Evan’s spectral form took on a couple of different colors now, he notes as he flew through the bright morning sky. He thinks it was probably from all the souls he had absorbed, tainting him yet he persevered. He flickers blue for a moment, the same time Jasper yelled out in his head.

“Leave him alone!” Evan heard, smirking to himself as he sped through the air. “You already got me, keep him out of this, bastard!” He kept yelling, and though Evan enjoyed the sound of it, he mostly tuned it out as he approached Josef’s apartment building. 

Traveling in his spectral form is rather speedy. Of course he could just send himself there, but he wanted to fly over the cities this time since he didn’t have to worry about the harsh sun, or  wind resistance or any of those things, and it took him only a couple of minutes to descend down into ‘his’ cousin’s roof.

As he expected, he finds Josef fresh from working out—and from what Evan could see from the things scattered on the man’s bed, he was planning to go down to the nearby beach. Josef had been packing some essentials whilst typing on his phone, the open gym bag laying open beside him on the bed. Evan smirked, staring at the shirtless man in front of him while Jasper screamed inside his head.

He was a sight to behold, Evan had taken note of him from a while back too, and he’d spent some nights furiously stroking himself (or in this case, Jasper’s member) whilst staring at the man’s Instagram. 

He wonders how it hadn’t occurred to him to possess him the first time too, and it’s at that thought that Jasper starts screaming inside his head again. Evan just smirked at this, as he drew closer to Josef. He lets his ghostly hand graze the man’s crotch, like he did with Jasper, and Josef only hops back a little as one of his hands unconsciously moves down to rub his growing tent.

It was time, and Evan thought up of a fun way to drain and absorb Josef’s soul into his own. With a quick thrust, he pushes his own spectral member into Josef’s—which elicited a gasp and a loud moan from the man. Immediately, Evan felt the part of his soul find its way inside Josef’s rod, snaking in and filling it as he absorbed Josef’s soul through their connected groins, dark blue tendrils snaking into his form.

Josef didn’t know what was happening, all that he could tell was that he felt good as he slid in one hand inside the hem of his pants, furiously tugging at his tool (that looked much more impressive than Jasper’s). Evan both moaned and laughed at the sight and the overwhelming pleasure—amplified both by his connection to Josef, and the feeling as he sucked in the man’s soul.

“I’m–I’m coming..fu—” He heard Josef pant, much louder than Jasper protesting in his head. Evan, too, felt himself close to exploding, and he threw his head back as Josef yelled out one last time as shots of white erupted from him. At this, the remains of his soul was immediately sucked into Evan, who experienced the full pleasure of it. 

As soon as he had emptied the body of Josef, he slipped into it, sinking into his muscular body and taking control immediately. In his head, Jasper had lost it, and tried to rifle through Evan’s head for Josef’s soul. He wouldn’t turn up for a while. Evan thought, mocking Jasper as he stood up and walked around the room in Josef’s body whilst his tip still dripped white.

He spent a couple of minutes flexing, staring at himself in the mirror in the process, and then taking a couple of selfies while again going at it for a second round. Josef was much bigger than Jasper, and Evan was a little disoriented with the difference yet it aroused him so much including the angry desperate screaming in his head. 

Evan wasn’t even sure how long he spent there admiring Josef’s body, before he went down to have a little fun at the beach as the real Josef had planned. The only difference was, he didn’t pack himself trunks—he decided he wanted to expose this new body as much as he could.

Josef wasn’t his end goal though, and so after hanging out at the beach and hooking up with some twinks, he felt more drained than he had been that time he had used Jasper to have ‘fun’. The said man had long since stopped screaming in his head, though he hurled insults here and there at Evan, who didn’t mind them.

That night, Evan had left Josef’s body on autopilot—on to his next target, much to Jasper’s horror.

– 

Jasper had this close online friend that Evan recalled by the name Austin, and he had rummaged through his stolen memory to confirm this. He and Jasper hadn’t met once, similar to him and Evan, though the two were relatively close and frequently both traded images with each other and talked about their niche interests—so Evan chose to use him next to spite Jasper, because of their closeness.

The entire time he was in this stolen body, he had only talked to Austin a handful of times through social media. They were both busy (though Evan would frequently just put Jasper’s body on autopilot during work hours), so it wasn’t a surprise. Evan knew he admired Austin a lot, both in his friendliness, and of course his body—which was just as impressive as Josef’s, or even more.

Evan wasn’t gonna lie; it excited him a lot as he dislodged out of Jasper’s body again. After his brief fun in Josef’s body, he had come back to Jasper’s for a quick jerk, then he had used this time to locate Austin. It wasn’t too hard, and just minutes later, he had sent his soul slingshotted two states away to where Austin resided.

Evan was surprised at the sight that greeted him—Austin was laying on his couch, scrolling mindlessly on his phone without a shirt on and merely in his briefs. Even Jasper in his head was momentarily stunned, and Evan had already pushed on forward when the man had the chance to protest.

As much as he wanted to repeat the same thing he did with Josef earlier, Evan felt like he just wanted to jump in; and in the process, also absorb Austin’s soul from the inside. It was something he hadn’t done before, though it was similar to how he had taken Rey’s.

The feeling was a little weird, yet somehow oddly welcoming—it felt as if he had jumped into a pool of warm water just as he phased through Austin and slid inside his body, though the difference is that he felt all the warmth getting sucked into him. Regardless, it felt good, and he felt Austin’s soul being beaten by his own.

On the outside though, Austin had dropped his phone, and was gripping the couch as he arched his back, toes curled in as he moaned whilst losing control of himself. He felt himself start to falter, and fade, as he felt something else taking his place.

It was soon over, and Jasper’s desperate pleas had been drowned out by the sound of Austin moaning as Evan slowly took full control. Once he had, he shot up from his place on the floor, where he fell, and released a grunt as he snapped his neck, followed by a deep and resounding laugh.

Evan stared at his stolen body, impressed, as he sat down. He flexed, and sniffed at his arms, before he picked up the phone and snapped a photo of his new acquired form.

Evan couldn’t help himself but laugh at the sound of Jasper losing it inside his head, so much that he felt his new stolen tool start to stiffen and peek out of his briefs, fully boning out in a very impressive length. He smirked, and let his new tough hands dance around the tip—gaining a sudden yelp of pleasure from himself.

“Oh damn, that’s the spot…” He felt himself moan out, a little bit of Austin leaking out in Evan, aiming to torment Jasper with the use of Austin. “You like getting possessed, don’t you?” He continued, playing with the pre that had started leaking out of the tip.

“What is your problem?!” He heard Jasper yell at the back of his head, and Evan only responded by licking his stolen bicep and fully wrapping one hand on the shaft as he tugged on it. “Get out of him! Get out! You already got me and Josef!”

Evan felt very close to releasing, though he wanted to play with Jasper for a little more so he slowed down a little on the strokes even as his back arched in pleasure. “I don’t know about you, Jasper.” He says through his moans. “Seems like Austin himself liked this.” He added, much to the other man’s anger.

“No, you forced—”

“No, Jasper.” Evan says, adapting Austin’s usual tone. “I love this, Evan inside of me feels so good, he owns me now.” He adds, followed by a a rather loud moan, feeling pressure building up on the base of his member.

“Austin!” Jasper yells in his head, and Evan could tell he was trying hard to pound against Evan’s control. “Come on, you can fight him!”

Evan could only laugh at his futile attempt, knowing full well he couldn’t do anything. Instead, he shakes his head. “No.” He says, biting back a loud sob as he picks up the pace of his stroking. “No, I belong to him now.”

As much as Evan wanted to keep going with it while Jasper tried to get ‘Austin’ take control back, the immense pleasure from both the stimulation and the excitement at this new body was enough to push him over the edge. With a loud shout followed by intense moaning, Evan felt his borrowed rod explode with so much essence that it seemed to belong to more than one man.

He fell to his back on the couch, hands to his side as he gripped against the furniture while he shot ropes high into the air that both reached his body and hit him to his face, as well as splatter the carpet and the couch with it. Even his sounds of moaning and gasping drowned out anything else. One hand drifted to his chest, slathering the sticky substance over his pecs, before laughing to himself and passing out in the haze of pleasure.

– 

Evan had decided to stay a couple of days in Austin’s body, much to Jasper’s chagrin who spent the past nights trying to rouse Austin. While both Josef and Austin’s voices had started to surface in his head, they weren’t as strong as Jasper’s—and Evan observed the difference that both technically ‘seemed’ to have liked the process, unlike Jasper who kept trying to fight back futilely.

He didn’t mess with anything in Austin’s life though, except that in the past nights, he’d gone out to a couple of bars and clubs to use his new body’s advantages—again much to Jasper’s anger. He’d even considered making Austin his go-to body now, replacing Jasper’s, since it had been serving him well.

“You can’t do that!” Evan heard Jasper protest immediately. “You already got my body, isn’t that enough?” He added, and Evan only laughed at it as if Austin would come back if Evan left his body.

And so to further spite and torment him, Evan took a two-week vacation down south in Austin’s body. He went ahead and switched between his three bodies at times during the trip, but everytime Jasper thought Evan was leaving them alone, he’d immediately go back to Austin’s body to mock him.

It’s been good so far, Evan notes, and he wonders vaguely what else he could do with this new body to further spite his old friend—ones that involved more fun for him, of course.

Evan was the type of person to hold grudges.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Today, we have a tale that will make very little sense until a certain points afterwards, so enjoy how much you don’t understand, my dear reader.

Our protagonist today is a young man named Mario, fresh out college and already having landed a job as an assistant coach in the college he attended due to nepotism—er, his dedication to teaching and guiding others, as he would often say. He was also, unbeknownst to him, recipient of an untested, recently-developed spell. Because of the nature of such spells, he has become a sort of… carrier. It’s not a disease, but it wouldn’t be inaccurate to compare it as such. And the cause of this little ailment is his younger brother, the college junior Alfonso, but more on him at a later date.

Mario was an assistant coach for Coach Hernandez, who was taking charge and helping the college’s swimming team practice to keep in shape for the upcoming Fall semester. This week, Coach Hernandez was in vacation with his wife in Hawaii, so the swim team was relying on Mario to help them train and manage the facilities so they could keep up their routine throughout the summer. Because of that, Mario had to wake up extremely early in morning, something he was already quite accustomed to; which is why he was so surprised when he woke up late and had the type of morning he did.

Since getting up, Mario found himself unable to focus on anything for a significant point of time. He honestly couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him. His brain was foggy, he was constantly misplacing things, and he had a hard time getting everything organized. Come to think of it, his father—a rather well-put together and sharp-minded man—seemed have the same issue that morning as well. For Christ’s sake, the man has been walking around the house without his pants on. So maybe there was some kind of bug passing around. However, Mario didn’t have a lot of time to think about that. Honestly, he felt as though he had no time at all, considering how late he was getting to the university’s pool.

When Mario arrived, panting and sweaty, to practice about forty-five minutes late. Most of the men there were already getting their feet wet or doing warm-ups. A few were on their phones, though they did look up to glare at Mario as he approached. Embarrassed, Mario blew his whistle and began barking orders at the team to get some semblance of organization going. There was some grumbling from the team about his tardiness, but Mario tried his best to ignore those and focused on getting them back on track.

Of course, Mario couldn’t keep very good track of the team’s times, either. He found himself staring at the swimmers’ bodies instead of their techniques or their speed. When several of the members came up to him asking for how they could improve or what their times were like, all Mario could do was reply with empty compliments or flat critiques. “Focus a bit more of keeping your motions smooth… breathe as much as you can while going up for air…” Seeing several faces turn crestfallen as they received no useful advice broke Mario's heart, but he had no idea what else he could do for the poor swimmers.

What the hell is wrong with me? Mario thought, rubbing his forehead as though he had a fever. He had never felt any sort of attraction towards men, but now… all he could do was focus on the way their bulges bounced in their speedos and their muscles that flexed as they swam in the water.

After a few agonizing hours of this, Mario called the team over and gave them their praises. “Many of you showed initiative today, and I recognize that,” he said, not missing several of the swimmers giving each other bemused looks. Still, he tried to remain professional, and that included thinking unsexy things to keep his erection under control. “Y-Yes, well… I believe this team has a great shot at the next swim meet. All of you, keep practicing, keep challenging—and supporting—each other, and I will see you all next Monday. Dismissed!”

Then, after the most dispirited chorus of “Yes, sir,” Mario hustled over to the coach's office while trying to keep a casual appearance.. Not only did he have to get away from all of these hot, sexy swimmers, he also had some nasty gurgling in his stomach. He felt as though he might throw up. Passing through the men’s locker rooms, he burst into Coach Hernandez’s office, Mario’s for now, and tried to calm his breathing. Memories of throwing up when he was a child got him nearly hyperventilating. Not again, he did not want to go through that shit ever again.

Knock, knock, knock!

Time passed.

Knock, knock, knock!

It was far too many knocks for him to ignore. Sighing, Mario tried to compose himself and prayed this wouldn’t take too long as he wandered over to the door.

To his surprised, it wasn’t just one disgruntled swimmer, but three of them. Mario only knew of their names because the three of them had apparently decided that Mario was far too lonely and needed friends that were somewhat around his age. Leading the three was a young man named Evan, who was the quintessential all-American boy with a magazine cover-worthy smile.

“Heya there, coach. I was—you good?” His irritated scowl quickly turned to a look of concern as he saw Mario struggling to remain standing.

“Yeesh, you look like garbage. Got a summer fever or something?” The shorter and by far most annoying of the three was named Davis.

The last of the three was named Ray, a tall and stoic young man who hardly said a word, but somehow Mario could tell that he was also worried.

Mario weakly shrugged. It was difficult for him to respond because he was far too afraid to open his mouth. He tried to do something, anything, to assure them that he was fine, but in doing so he nearly lost his balance. He would’ve fallen if Evan hadn’t rushed forward his support for Mario to stand.

“Goddamn, coach. Is this why you were late? Wish you had been more honest earlier!” said Evan as he guided Mario back inside the office and towards desk chair. Ray and Davis trailed after them, Davis running his mouth about something or other until Ray lightly smacked the back of his head. Even shot them a quick glare before telling Mario, “You should really trust us more often, coach. We’re your buddies, remember?”

Mario frowned wryly at Evan, but grimaced as another surge of pain shot throughout his body. It was getting worse. The gurgling, the pain… he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to hold it together. Was he going to vomit in front of all these nice hunks? After they did such a good job being nice eye-candy for him all day? Was that any way to thank them? He had never really been attracted to men before, but what was so wrong about surrendering to these urges completely? There was nothing wrong with that.

He thought back to that one argument that his younger brother had—about how homosexuality was observed in various species of social animals. Most of them Mario couldn’t remember off the top of his head, but he was certain that there were multiple, enough that it couldn't be denied.

But there was no time to consider that. Evan’s hands were still touching Mario and caressing his back. The pain was still there, and intensifying every moment. And of course, the other two chose that moment to crowd around and gawk at him. It is nice, thought Mario allowed them to worry about him, to have all these attractive men fawn and care about me. Is this a kind of power fantasy? That should’ve been his first red flag. Mario’s mind having any amount of literary knowledge should’ve informed him that his mind was no longer just his own. However, he was far too caught up in the moment for him to acknowledge it. Maybe I died and went to heaven.

If that was the case, I need to thank them. And so he opened his mouth to do so, but nothing heavenly came afterwards. In fact, what rushed out of Mario's mouth could only be described as coming straight out of hell. As his lips parted, out shot a stream of bright, pink bubbles which quickly filled the closed office. The three swimmers cried out in shock and confusion as pink foam filled their vision and invaded their orifices. They slapped their arms and hands around in a panic, trying to pop the bubbles but it was already far too late. By the time the room cleared up, the trio collapsed and began convulsing on the office floor.

Mario stared in confusion. He should’ve been horrified at seeing three young men on the ground, shaking as their tight, hot bodies struggled against some kind of invisible force invading them, but he couldn’t help but rub his cock through his pants as he stared. What was so appealing about seeing these men suffer and have their minds rewritten? He wasn’t sure, but he did know how hot it was for him.

Minds… rewritten? Those thoughts weren’t his own, he was certain of that. Knowledge he shouldn't know about was bouncing around in his head, as if there was another mind inside his skull and would occasionally jump in to mess around with the controls in his brain. But, in a way, that was its own relief. If Mario was merely the victim of some other force, then what did it matter if he just went with the flow? Swimming against the current just exhausted you.

His eyes focused on the closest one to him. Evan. He knelt down and straddled Evan’s convulsing body on his lap and began to gently stroke his cheek. How had he not noticed how handsome Evan was? How cute his youthful looks were. Mario was just a few years younger but was deeply jealous of just how flawless Evan’s skin was.

Then, the convulsions slowed until finally the three swimmers were lying still. Evan’s eyes snapped open first and immediately focused on Mario. “W-Well, hello…” Mario stammered out, smiling awkwardly at the odd position they now found themselves in. To his disappointment, Evan rose up to a seated position, legs criss-crossed, and began to orient himself. He blinked and glanced down at his body, running his hands down his torso and then flexing his arms. Just a few feet away, his fellow swim club members began doing the same thing. “A-Are you okay…?” Mario asked, but on a subconscious level he knew the answer was far more complex than that.

Evan glanced at Mario and shuffled forward. He brought a hand up and wiped away a few drops of sweat—or perhaps they were tears—from Mario’s face. Then, he leaned in for a deep, sensual kiss. Their tongues met as they shared hot breaths between the two of them. Mario flinched back, breaking the kiss, before going with the flow once more and kissing Evan again. Ray and Davis began to jeer while Mario hungrily drank in as much of this taboo bliss as he could. His hands pushed forwards and groped Evan's chest, caressing the soft pecs before trailing down and tracing the various muscles down there.

Evan drew back and gently broke the film of saliva that still bridged their two lips, but he still caressed Mario's cheek with one hands while squeezing his thigh with the other.

“C’mon, Evan! No fair,” said Davis with a pout. “Leave some for the rest of us.”

“…” Ray didn't verbally express his displeasure, but his intense glare was enough to even shake Mario’s newly-found blissful composure. Even without any words, Ray was able to express his dissatisfaction with the scene before him. “…”Once more, this time with even more feeling, if such a thing was even possible.

Evan shot the two a smirk as he kept rubbing and squeezing Mario. “Early worm gets the old man cock, bros. Everybody knows that!”

“I’m only a couple years older than you guys,” muttered Mario, far too swept up to care too much about the discussion. He knew that baldness might eventually come for him soon, considering his father, but all this talk about how old he was made him want to schedule an appointment for a hair transplant quickly. His family, especially his younger brother, had already been cracking jokes about his thinning hair and receding hair line, the bastards.

Davis, Ray, and Evan continued arguing until one of them one loudly (in his own way) suddenly shared a brilliant idea. “…!” As if struck by lightning, Ray’s eyes lit up. A few animated gestures; of which Mario only barely got the gist of; later, all three of the swimming hunks stared at Mario like hungry sharks. For his part, Mario—far too shaken up by the past few hours, gave little resistance as the three descended upon him like vultures on a fresh carcass.

He was lying down on a lock room bench. His sun-kissed flesh shivered as the much stronger men made him their meal. Ray, sitting down in front of him and still towering over everyone, spread Mario’s legs. On the opposite side was Evan, who held Mario by the wrists and was rubbing his own erect cock, covered only by the thin cloth of his speedo, against Mario’s cheek. Meanwhile, Davis rubbed his own cheek against the fabric of Mario’s jockstrap (as it was summer break) and was itching to tear it off to get at the erect cock already leaking precum just beneath.

“Yooo, check out how hard coach is!” Davis shouted as he pulled the thin fabric to the side and revealed the flopping hard-on. “Oh wow, I think he’s even more hung than I am!”

Evan scoffed. Using one of the bench’s corners, he pulled down his own speed and lightly smacked Mario’s cheek with his cock. The latter let out a moan as his whole body shivered in an odd mix of fear and anticipation.

“Like that’s hard to pull off," Evan scoffed at Davis before focusing back on Mario. "I gave ya a kiss with my lips already, coach. It’s only right your pair services my cock next.” Mario didn’t bother replying. The past few hours had already eroded the logical part of his brain, and he was far too afraid of admitting just how excited he was to get face-fucked to reply.

I-I’ve hard sex before, with tons of girls! S-So why does this feel like my first time. Guess I’ve never done it in public before, especially with men—three of them, even! Mario glanced over at Ray and balked. His dick was huge! Monstrous, even! How did this guy walk around with this thing between his legs?

“…” Ray’s blank stare made Mario too self-conscious to ask.

“Let’s begin this little team-building exercise,” said Evan. Mario opened his mouth and nearly gagged when Evan forced most of his inches down his throat. He shivered and let out a muffled cry as Ray teased his hole by tracing circles on it with his large, girthy cock. Then, Mario flinched and struggled against the tight hold the two swimmers had on him as Davis began deep-throating his cock. He kept licking up and down the shaft of Mario's dick like a lollipop. Already there was precum dripping from the tip, and Davis made him to lick it all clean.

“MRGH! MMRFFGH...!” Never in his life did Mario think this would happen for him, used and abused by these college jocks for their own lustful ends. But… it wasn’t just for them. No, Mario knew that, deep inside—far deeper than he could ever imagine—he needed this to happen, and they needed this too. There was something linking the four of them—more than lust, but a need. And it completed them. No, not quite. It brought them a sense of fulfillment, but they weren’t quite complete.

And only when I’m getting stuffed like this, thought Mario, moving his hips and shifting to better handle the two cocks penetrating him, that I am even close to feeling fulfilled.

It felt like he was in some pornography just for him. Evan howled in pleasure, laughing with tears streaming down his eyes as Mario made sure to tease the tip of his cock with his tongue. Ray let out a few surprised grunts as Mario expertly squeezed his cock and couldn't accept him pulling out. With each thrust, Mario tightened his hole, unable to bear having his ass be so empty for even a second. He needed to be plugged, and luckily for him Ray slammed into him harder with each thrust. Both of the men writhed in pleasure as Mario’s pleasured them both.

Ah, dear god…! The way that Davis was blowing him…! The guy put practiced whores to shame the way he just gobbled down on Mario’s cock like a pro. Mario couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous, but far too much of his brain was occupied enjoying the way Davis fit the whole thing down his warm throat. The way be could fondle Mario’s sensitive balls from time to time—making the older man’s brain short-circuit—and how he’d even plant some small kisses up and down the shaft as he worked it.

Mario smacked his head against the wooden bench, his mind having a complete meltdown as pleasured coursed all of his body. This was his fate—to be used as a dirty cum-slut for these men. And to be frank, he didn’t mind at all. If anything, he was a little disappointed. If only the entirety of the swim team was here. Oh, if only he had more holes to get stuffed and filled by more men!

“F-Fuck, aww, fuck yeah! Slutty coaches are the best!” said Even in-between pants. “Oh if only Coach Hernandez was like you, Mario!”

“Mffrgh, mm-hmm!” Davis said, his own mouth full of cock.

“…” Ray nodded and gave his own approval.

“Coach Hernandez will be like us soon,” said Davis, letting the cock slid from his lips. Despite the sinister and sadistic tone in his voice, this was still very clearly Davis speaking. “This thing’ll spread beyond us, beyond Coach Mario, even the swimming meet, even. Every last man will become like us, whether they want to or not.” There was an eerie glint in his eyes as he spoke. It was Davis, but also something else.

If Mario had his wits together he might’ve noticed how such a monologue somehow resembled how Mario’s younger brother would talk sometimes—just busting out performative soliloquies during the plays he would put on with the rest of the drama club.

Ray suddenly burst out laughing, caressing his muscles as he kept thrusting into Mario. The shock of such an occurrence nearly caused the other three men to freeze in their tracks and stared at him. But then Evan continued pumping his cock, rubbing his smooth body. Flashes of pink danced across their eyes—and the two easily became transfixed in their own bodies just as much as they were with Mario’s rougher, hairier form. The same happened for Davis as well. He threw his head back, eyes tinted pink, and then he began caressing his round, fuckable ass as he continued sucking Mario off.

It was if the three were more than just in sync. A force was filling all three of their souls and allowing them to become something beyond human. Their minds were slowly melding into one—the walls that separated their souls and upheld their individuality began to wane. Ray and Evan clasped their hands together as they painted both of Mario’s soft, silky-smooth hole completely white. “Ohhh, coach!” shouted Ray with Evan's, “your ass if a gift from god! Fuck, ahhh! I’m fucking cumming!”

“Nrgh… Mmmff…!” Evan said, silent as he came.

Hands now free, Mario clasped David’s head and pushed it down as much as he could down his cock and pumped his own loads down David’s throat—straight into his stomach—as the swimmer pumped his own cock and came all over the floor. Mario remained slack on the bench, breathing heavily. He was covered in sweat, exhausted, and feeling fuller than he ever did in his life.

But of course they weren’t done with him. Mario continued being used like a cheap sex toy by the three. Three virile athletes would not be satisfied by just cumming once.

Ray loved using Mario’s chest in a pec-job while Evan blew his load all over Mario’s hair. The three of them greedily made out in the communal shower while Mario was on his knees, servicing their cocks to quench the lustful fire within himself. He was exhausted, but he couldn’t stop himself. Feeling those warm cocks down his throat and being covered in cum satisfied him in a way that he couldn’t explain. He wasn’t just physically full, but emotionally full. These three used him, but there was something warm in this relationship between them. Blood was thicker than water, but cum was thicker than them both.

Davis, Ray, and Evan toweled themselves off after another day of training. Before, all three of them had unique reasons for competing. Evan had done all of this to help pay for college; David loved all the attention he got from winning; and Ray, stoic as ever, did it to connect with his even more anti-social and stoic father. Now? Things had changed, and the three were thrilled about it. Their original goals remained, but they had another reason to compete for: their love for each other, themselves, and the need to spread.

As they dried off, they couldn’t help but admire their own bodies. Ray continued giggling to himself as he played with the air on his happy trail and his pits. It was more than the clean-shaved Davis and Evan—who didn’t grow nearly as much body hair as he did.

Davis’ hands kept finding themselves rubbing, smacking, and even teasing his own ass and rim. Every part of him was sensitive, and Davis couldn’t help but just continue teasing and groping himself. He shook his hips a few times and loved the attention from the lustful Ray and Evan.

Speaking of Evan, he kept flexing and taking selfies of himself. There were simply far too many good sides, and he wanted to try and capture them all. So much so that Ray had to smack the back of his head and remind him to hurry and get changed. “We got shit to do,” said Davis in a tone reminiscent of Ray.

“Yo coach!” Ray called out with the boyish charm Davis usually had. “You good?”

Mario was barely able to respond. Legs trembling and asshole still leaking cum, stumbled out of the communal-style showers and leaned against the wall for support. “I-I’ll be fine,” he said in-between pants. He looked at the scene before him. These three couldn’t be anymore different and yet the grin they all wore was familiar to Mario. It was the same stupid, dopey grin Alfonso always wore when he was zoning out.

Yes, somehow Alfonso had something to do with this. But instead of getting heated as he tended to do when thinking about that fool, Mario became flushed as he felt an uncontrollable wave of arousal wash over him again. Fuck, he though, gonna make that motherfucker cry uncle when I get his cock up my fat ass…! Fuck, he was hard again, and in front of these students, too. What was happening to him. It felt like his head would explode from all the thoughts racing through it! And this horrible, untamable sex drive… It was as if another mind was inside of his head and wanted to call all the shots. And frankly, Mario wasn’t entirely opposed to that idea.

“Gonna go visit your brother?” Evan called out, breaking Mario out of his stupor. “I can tell by the boner you’ve got again,” Evan laughed. “Well, me and the boys are gonna be heading out now.” Mario glanced over. A day ago the sight would’ve left him slack-jawed. Now, it felt completely ordinary. Evan had his arms around around Ray and Davis’ shoulders the two kept groping and prodding Evan through his clothes. They just couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. It went beyond love and lust; devotion and depravity; it was something grotesquely beautiful—enough so that it almost made Mario want to weep from the sheer beauty of it.

“One of Ray’s cute friends is working at the ice cream bar just down the street. We figured we’d spread to him. Good luck rearranging your guts on your cute li’l bro’s cock!”

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.

Soul To Hold

— Pfff. You're crazy if you think I'm going to give you this back! – my boyfriend said while flexing his biceps, causing the fabric of his suit to tighten around them – Why don't you come and take care of me instead? This is going to take a while.

Shit! I'm screwed!

Let me start from the beginning... My boyfriend, Parker, and I had been together for almost three years. Everything had been fantastic. He's truly a caring, romantic guy, and has a body to die for. Besides, he's so funny. I trust him, and he trusts me; enough to the point of revealing something he'd told no one else.

It was a family secret: He and most of his lineage were "beacons." They functioned as natural attraction zones for other beings, whether living or dead. If any living person felt an extreme emotion like envy or desire for that body, they would automatically possess it. How long would it last? It was a mystery, and therefore, dangerous.

His family had managed to craft necklaces with precious stones, ancient herbs, and other blessings that prevented souls from entering, so he could live his normal life. He must have worn it all the time, especially during certain periods of the calendar. Some dates had a stronger influence on humans like him, driving their "powers" crazy (as if that were a power. Who in their right mind would enjoy being possessed by someone else?), and one of those dates... was Halloween.

— What are your plans for this year? – he asked, bringing a fork to his mouth with a smile.

— I was thinking of something relaxing, you know? I know there might be a thousand parties to go to, but why not watch horror movies at home? You know, in pajamas with snacks?

He smiled like only he knew how; he looked like the sun itself. It made me nervous every time he did that, even after all these years together.

— Sounds good to me, I like your plan – he nodded, chewing the last bit of food before taking out his wallet, ready to pay – I can't wait for the night to arrive, then.

He winked at me, and I just laughed nervously, my heart pounding like a drum. The waiter came over to extend the check and use the terminal. He left when we finished paying, although I noticed how much more he was looking at Parker, from head to toe.

Maybe it was my mistake to get distracted at that moment...

My boyfriend stood up; he was normal like any other time (What are the chances of something happening to you when you get up from your chair? None!), he pushed back the chair, and... he almost fell with it. I tried to grab him so he wouldn't fall, but I ended up grabbing the necklace, which broke into a thousand pieces from the struggle. I managed to stabilize it, but the panic was noticeable in both of us.

— I-I have a backup at home, let's go.

I took his hand, running toward the car, almost making him run every red light. We didn't live that far away; we could make it if he pressed the accelerator a little harder. All he had to do was maintain his composure, not provoke anyone, not let anyone see him too much. I even almost made him deactivate his social media accounts to prevent any form of access.

— Calm down – he murmured, his knuckles gripping the steering wheel; we were a block away.

— I'm trying – I growled under my breath.

After all, who prepares you for the imminent risk of something or someone stealing your boyfriend's body? Nothing like this had ever happened to us before. I don't know if it had to him (it probably had), but I wasn't prepared to experience it.

He parked almost in the middle of the street. We both ran up to our room. He moved from one side to the other: the closet, the dresser. He opened drawer after drawer, throwing clothes here and there. His face was serious, stern. I'd never seen him so scared.

— I've got it – he shouted, lifting it to close the clasp around his neck. His gaze was lost for a second, but to me it felt like almost an hour. He lowered his gaze slowly, like the necklace, looking down at his hands with a sly smile. I'd seen him smile a thousand times, but it wasn't like any before. I could see his nervous gaze, examining everything around him. He was confused, until he noticed the mirror in front of him. He made delicate movements, tensing his arms to inflate his biceps, the outline of his pecs, or his waist. He did it slowly and gently, like someone who doesn't want to tear the wrapping off a gift. His gaze met mine, smiling.

— Hey, darling – he said with a wink.

Parker was romantic, but not clumsy or reckless like that. Something was off about it. He came quickly to try to kiss me, I just pushed him away, backing away from his confused look.

— Cut the drama. Who are you?