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Not Your Type

Another beautiful day being sexy.

You used to hide this body under baggy hoodies and sweats like you were ashamed of it, like it wasn’t hiding a fucking masterpiece underneath. You slouched in your chair, gamed for hours, snacked without without a care, but all that's changed thanks to my assistance. I’ve felt you from the inside: the taut stomach under that soft hoodie, the thick thighs twitching when you lose a round, the monster cock that lies half-hard even when you’re not thinking about anything.

And you weren’t even the one originally wanted.

I wanted Mateo. I still do.

The way he smiled when he was tired. The way he fidgets when he's anxious. The dorky jokes. The cutesy outfits he puts together that turn me on. The fucking way he moaned when he used to kiss me, back when I thought we were real. Before he ghosted me. Before he forgot I ever existed. I was his first, he belongs to me!

He won’t ignore me now.

Not when I’ve got this body. Not when I’ve made you better. Confident. Primal. Dangerous.

He thinks you finally grew a backbone. That you're flirting. That you're finally seeing him.

But baby… Connor’s not home anymore.

[A few months earlier]

You were deep in a match, hoodie clinging to your back, headset glued to your ears, a late night grind. Dim room. Your dorm reeked of stale energy drinks and sweat. Mateo was out, and you were alone. At least, that’s what you thought.

I was already in the system. After a fatal electrical accident, I had merged with the city's power, hiding in flickers. I scoured the network until I had landed at his dorm. I had been here for weeks, observing you both. I knew your schedule, your patterns. All I needed was for you to lower your guard. And tonight, you did.

The moment your screen glitched, you groaned in frustration, sat back in your chair, and muttered something. That was my cue.

I surged.

Electricity bit through your keyboard—just a spark at first, nothing obvious. You began to twitch. Then came the heat. Slow, creeping warmth that started at your finger tips and crawled up your arms like liquid fire.

You rubbed your hands. Shrugged it off. “What the fuck…”

Then it spiked.

Your whole body lit up from the inside like you’d swallowed a sun. Sweat broke over your forehead. You gasped. Struggled to rip off your headset, your hoodie. Tugged your shirt over your head with shaking hands, chest rising fast, skin flushed red and burning. Your cock and balls clung in your gray sweats.

“So hot… what the fuck is—nnnh—”

Your legs kicked under the desk as I poured in through the current, flooding your spine. The room spun. You collapsed forward, panting against the desk, hips shifting against the chair as your cock stiffened without permission.

I was seeping in now, taking hold of your nerves. I wanted you to feel every inch of me. To know you were being taken. Claimed.

You tried to fight—eyes fluttering, lips trembling, sweat dripping down your chest and pooling on the desk. You stood, staggered to the mirror, face pale and wet with panic.

“Help… this—this isn’t right—” you whimpered.

Your reflection then smirked back at you.

That was me.

I rolled your neck, cracked your shoulders. Spread your arms wide and admired the body you never appreciated. “Damn,” I muttered, testing your voice, letting it drip with satisfaction. “You’re hotter than I thought.”

You screamed inside. I felt it. Your thoughts, still thrashing somewhere deep down, begging me to stop.

But your cock was leaking now, your skin flushed, your knees weak. You wanted to resist, but your body—my body—was already betraying you.

And when I flexed in the mirror—just a little, just enough to make your abs pop—you moaned.

Not from you. From me. Using your mouth.

You dropped to your knees, dizzy, sweat-soaked, shaking.

“Good boy,” I whispered. “Just relax.”

But you didn’t. You couldn’t. Your body was boiling—inside and out. It wasn’t just heat, it was feverish. Blistering. Maddening. Like your blood was lava and your skin was too tight to hold it in. You gritted your teeth, tried to crawl to the window, chest heaving like you’d just run a marathon. But your arms gave out. You slumped to the floor.

Sweat dripped off your chiseled jaw. Your hoodie and shirt were somewhere across the room. All you had left were your soaked gray sweats, clinging low to your hips. They did nothing to hide the thick, leaking outline pulsing beneath.

“Fuck, this body…” I groaned, rolling your hips slowly, luxuriating in the way your cock throbbed from the friction. “You’ve been wasting it. Hiding it under all that fabric like a little coward. You didn’t even know what you had.”

Inside, you screamed. Begged. Fought for control.

Outside, I grinned. Ran your slick fingers across your flushed chest, then down your stomach. I tugged at the waistband, let your shaft pop free—angry, red, twitching.

“Look at this,” I breathed, admiring the sheer weight of you. “How the hell did you keep this monster hidden for so long?”

Your hips jolted. You tried to stop me, I know you did, but your nerves were mine now. I could feel how much you hated this. Loved it. How badly your body needed to come just to cool off.

“Let me help you,” I cooed, wrapping a fist around your cock and stroking slow. “Let me show you how it feels when someone uses you right.”

You cried out—high, broken, trembling—as your back arched off the floor. Your cock spirted the first bits of precum across your abs, slick and hot like the rest of you. Your thighs trembled, flexed, clenched.

And I just kept going. Watching you melt.

“I’ll get to him soon,” I murmured, eyes unfocused, imagining Mateo beneath me. Blushing. Gasping my name. Moaning like he used to. “I’ve waited too long for this…”

Your—my hand—slid faster now, slick and practiced. Your other hand gripped your thigh, nails digging into muscle.

“Ohh fuck,” I groaned. “Mateo has no idea what’s coming.”

I stroked harder, more insistent now, faster. Your toes curled and your head fell back with a guttural moan you didn’t recognize as your own. You felt the volcanic manhood chubbing up. I paused abruptly.

“Damn, you’re close already?” I teased. “Pathetic. I know we can last longer than that”

Your cock throbbed violently in my hand, leaking in thick pulses. You were on fire—like your orgasm had nowhere to go, building, swelling, trapping you in the moment. Your mouth opened, trying to scream, but only a hot, broken whimper slipped out. I continued to edge your cock again and again for another 10 minutes. Your energy slowly fading, barely squirming from exhaustion. "Had enough, boy? Just relax, and it will be over soon"

I straddled one of your pillows from the bed, with sweat rolling down your flushed chest, and rode the fuck out of it into climax—forcing your hips to buck, your core to clench, your cock to spasm.

Then it hit.

The orgasm exploded out of you like your body had snapped. Your vision went white. Your limbs locked and jerked uncontrollably as I wrenched it from you—long, forceful ropes splashing into what was your pillow.

One shot. Two. Three.

You twitched. Shuddered. Moaned again—louder, messier, shameless. Your legs kicked beneath me. Your body slumped forward. You came like a beast in heat, and it didn’t stop. You were still pulsing in my grip, more sweat spilling down your abs, mixing with cum.

Breathing ragged. Cock twitching. Chest streaked and flushed, still rising and falling like you were overheating.

I chuckled darkly and leaned back up, licking your lips slow.

“You felt that too, didn’t you?”

Inside, you sobbed.

“You should thank me,” I whispered, rolling your spent, still-hard shaft between sticky fingers. “That was the best you’ve ever had. It was fun while it lasted”

Just like that, Connor began to fade, leaving his body under new hands.

I stood, admiring my wrecked reflection in the mirror—abs glazed and trembling, neck flushed red, pupils blown wide.

“Get cleaned up,” I murmured with a smile. “Mateo will be home soon.”

The air still reeked of sex. Sweat. Testosterone. Need.

I stood in front of the mirror, still slick from my first orgasm—my chest pink and glowing, your abs streaked with drying cum. Your cock, thick and flushed, gave a final twitch before I tucked it away. God, this thing was heavy. I couldn’t wait to see how Mateo would react the first time it presses against him.

I wiped myself down with the inside of the tossed hoodie—lazy, careless. Didn’t even bother to throw it in the laundry. Let the scent linger.

Then I pulled open a drawer and picked out a snug heather-gray tee—one the old Connor never wore, probably because it clung too tight to that cut torso. I eased it over my head, watching the fabric stretch across your pecs and mold to your stomach like it was painted on.

Next: jeans. Dark blue, slim fit, just a little worn at the thighs. I pulled them up slowly, hiking them over your ass and tugging them into place. "Damn", I turned sideways and gave that ass a quick squeeze. The denim clung just right—enough curve to grab attention, enough muscle to make mouths water.

“You should’ve been dressing like this all along,” I muttered, running a hand over your thigh. “But don’t worry, baby, I’ll fix that too.”

Then came the knock.

Three short taps, the familiar rhythm of someone who doesn’t feel the need to knock at all.

Mateo.

My heart kicked. This body still hadn’t cooled down, and its pulse surged again like it was ready for round two.

I tossed the cum-soaked hoodie into the closet, ruffled your hair just the right amount to look effortless, and opened the door.

There he was: Mateo.

Backlit by the hallway light, cheeks a little flushed from the walk, hair tousled, his gym bag slung over one shoulder. That familiar black tank top clung to his arms, the ones I used to dream about wrapped around me.

His eyes skimmed over me—and paused.

“…Whoa.”

I smiled—your smile, but sharper. Hungrier.

“Hey,” I said, voice low and easy, sounding almost foreign to the old Connor. “You just get back?”

Mateo blinked, a little thrown off. His eyes traveled from my chest to my arms, then down to my waist. He was noticing the difference.

“Uh… yeah. You, uh—” He cleared his throat. “You change clothes?”

I stepped aside and let him in, brushing past him just enough for his body to graze against mine. I felt him stiffen, caught the flicker of his blush.

“Wanted to look good for you,” I murmured. I gave him a once-over, eyes lingering. “You like it?”

He blinked, caught off guard. “You look… good.”

“Just good?” I stepped closer, letting the smirk carry more heat than it had any right to. “I was hoping for hot as fuck.”

His brow furrowed, but he didn’t move away. “Are you… okay? You look… different.”

I shut the door behind him. Let it click.

“I feel different,” I said. “Better. More me.”

He dropped his bag on his bed, still looking at me sideways. “You’re not usually like this.”

“You’ve never seen the real me,” I said, stepping closer. “But I think you’re going to like him. I know I do.”

I could feel this body heating again, just under the surface. My cock already swelling in my jeans, begging for another round—and Mateo hadn’t even touched it yet.

Mateo laughed nervously, unsure of how to respond. I didn’t give him the chance. I closed the space between us with two long strides, pressed my hand flat against his chest.

“Missed you.”

His body tensed under my touch. “Connor…?”

“I’ve been thinking,” I murmured, letting my fingers trail down his chest, slow, feather-light, “about how long we’ve danced around this. All the late night chats. All the times you walked around in nothing but booty shorts thinking I didn’t notice.”

He laughed again, a nervous little huff. “I—what?”

“You always wanted me to make a move.” I stepped even closer. “And I’m done pretending I don’t want you.”

My fingers slide under the hem of his shirt. “Take this off.”

“What?”

“I want to see you.”

Mateo hesitated, his eyes searching mine—but my gaze was unwavering, magnetic. He exhaled shakily and peeled the tank over his head, revealing golden skin, slender waist, just a hint of tremble.

I bit my lip and hummed, openly devouring the view. “Perfect. I always knew you like to stay smooth.”

My fingers slid down to the waistband of his pants. “These too.”

He shivered.

“Connor, this is… a lot.”

“I know,” I said, and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “But I’m not asking again.”

That tone—commanding, low, like something feral wrapped in this familiar voice he's come to know—did something to him. His breath hitched, and slowly, he unfastened his pants. Slid them down. Then his underwear.

Mateo stood completely naked now, flushed and slightly trembling. The one you've been craving for, completely exposed.

I took my time, eyes crawling over every inch of him with open hunger.

“Fuck, you’re pretty.”

He shifted nervously. “What has gotten into you? Are you… okay?”

My head tilted, letting a grin tug at the corner of my mouth. “Who knows? I'm better than I’ve ever been.”

My hand wrapped around his cock without warning.

He gasped loudly, but didn’t move. Didn’t stop me.

My fingers moved slow, firm, confident. I leaned in, lips grazing his cheek, his jaw. “You’ve thought about this, haven’t you? What it would be like to be stroked by me. Touched by me. Owned by me.”

Mateo let out a soft whimper. “C-Connor…”

But I wasn’t done.

I shoved him gently onto his bed, climbed over him without removing a single piece of clothing.

Fully clothed. Fully in control. Connor's body still untouched.

He was naked. Leaking. Breathless. Squirming under me. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this" I hissed.

Mateo was starting to notice now.

His flushed face shifted—confusion threading into the pleasure. “This isn’t… you’re not Connor.”

I smirked, leaning in until our lips were barely touching. “Took you long enough.”

He blinked, stunned. “Then who the hell—”

“How can you forget your first? I’m the one who’s been watching you for months. Who followed your socials, tracked your classes, read every text you sent to Connor like I was nothing to you.”

Mateo swallowed hard.

“You… took him?!”

“Cool it, baby, I know you had fun with me. I just was not your type. I watch you ogling ol' Connor boy here.” I leaned down, pressing my knee between his legs again. “Don't act like you aren't enjoying this too. Look how hard you are.”

Mateo trembled, “Is he still… alive?”

“Connor was spent faster than this raging fuckstick.”

I paused—let him look into these eyes and see how little of Connor remained behind them. Let him accept reality.

Then I whispered: “Please, let me make you feel good. I’ve waited so long.”

Mateo didn’t speak.

He didn’t need to.

His hand slid around your back. Pulling me in.

Giving in.

These briefs clung like a second skin. Dark blue, damp at the tip. You were huge. Thick. And Mateo’s eyes were locked on it like he was hypnotized.

His breath hitched.

His lips parted, like instinct took over before thought could catch up. I grinded my hips forward just a little, enough to let the heat of it press against his cheek.

Mateo exhaled shakily, his skin flushed, his fingers twitching at his sides.

He was already hooked—and I hadn’t even taken anything off yet.

I cupped the back of his head, not rough, but firm. Steady. Like he needed direction. Like he wanted it.

And I gave it to him.

Slowly, I guided his face forward. The weight of you met his mouth through the fabric—slick, throbbing, too much for cotton to hide. He shivered when it dragged across his lips. "Suck this like a good boy"

Mateo slowly peeled off my briefs, My fat cock sprung free, slapping Mateo in the face, leaving a train of wet pre painted on his cheeks and lips.

Mateo gasped as I pulled out, a wet strand of precum stretching from his lips to your cock. His eyes were dazed, jaw slack, chest heaving. He looked wrecked already, exactly how I love him.

I stared down at him. At the mess I’d made. At the gorgeous boy who used to hungrily eye Connor without reciprocation. Just this sight got my shaft at full mast, leaking and craving for more.

“Fuck, look at you,” I said, voice low, dark with hunger. “Slobbering all over your roommate’s cock. You didn’t even hesitate.”

Mateo blinked slowly, his lips red and shiny, his throat working to swallow what was left behind. He looked confused—like the pleasure was finally catching up to the realization that this was not right.

But I wasn’t about to let that slow me down. "Eyes on me. Only I get to fuck you."

I grabbed him by the jaw, fingers digging into his flushed cheeks. “You know how long I waited for this? Listening through the wall while you moaned his name when he wasn't around. You have no idea how crazy that made me.”

He shuddered, and I smirked.

“Bet you thought Connor was just some shut-in loser. You never imagined he had a cock like this.”

I slapped it against his lips again—wet, heavy, thick—and watched his eyes twitch with heat.

“But now? You’re not just imagining it. You’re tasting the real thing.”

Mateo whimpered as I dragged the tip across his lips, smearing precum along the seam of his mouth. He looked hypnotized. Desperate.

I shoved it back in. Deeper this time. No warning.

His throat spasmed around my cock. His hands gripped my thighs for balance, for anything—but I didn’t let up. I rocked my hips forward, feeding him inch after inch until his nose was buried against your skin and he was choking on your cock.

“Take it,” I snarled. “You wanted Connor? This is what he is now.”

He gagged, coughed—but didn’t pull away. He couldn’t. And I didn’t stop until I felt his throat flutter, until he moaned around you like he was addicted.

I felt my stolen cock throb with stolen pleasure. I pulled out at last with a wet pop. Mateo collapsed back, eyes glassy, mouth hanging open, drool slicking his chin.

I didn’t wait.

I shoved him back onto the bed and climbed over him, my fat cock slapping against his bare thigh. His skin trembled under mine.

“You like this body now, don’t you?” I growled, grinding against him. “This is the Connor he didn't want you to see. Too quiet. Too covered up. No more Mr. Respectful.”

Mateo was breathless. Eyes wide. But his legs opened wide. Welcoming.

“Attaboy,” I whispered, pressing against his hole. “You belong to me. I won't let anyone else have you.”

I leaned in, kissed the corner of his mouth, then bit it hard enough to leave a mark.

“Only I get to do that.”

Mateo stared at me, like he was still trying to fight it.

But his body already knew the answer.

Mateo didn’t say a word.

His legs stayed parted beneath me, bare and trembling, his breath ragged as he stared up—lips swollen, throat raw from taking every inch I gave him.

God, he looked so good like this. Open. Wrecked. Mine.

I reached between us and ran two fingers through the slick that had smeared down his crack—leftover spit and precum dripping from his hole. He twitched when I brushed it, already oversensitive, already clenching around nothing.

I leaned over him, close enough to taste his panting. “You’re ready, baby. Loosened up so good for me. All that gagging? That was just the appetizer.”

Mateo's eyes fluttered, and I could feel the last bit of resistance in him starting to die out. Still confused. Still a little afraid.

But wanting it.

Needing it.

My cock—Connor’s cock—rubbed against his entrance, hot and soaked and thick. I could feel how tight he was. How warm.

And best of all?

My nerves set ablaze as I pushed my cockhead against that perfect ring of muscle and started to press in.

Mateo gasped.

“F-fuck—Connor, wait—” He quickly covered his mouth, like what he said was wrong.

I growled against the back of my throat, pinning his wrists above his head. “That's right, baby. It's me, your roommate, Connor. ”

He arched under me, trembling as my cock started to sink in, inch by inch—stretching him wide, making his thighs jerk and his toes curl.

“You feel that?” I whispered, teeth clenched. “That’s not some shy pathetic virgin fucking you. That’s me. The one who watched. The one who waited.”

His body tried to resist—tight, gripping, so damn hot. But I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t.

“I imagined this so many times,” I groaned, forcing another inch inside. “I missed this so much. Your moans. Your tight little ass. That sweet, flushed face when you get fucked just right. And now—now it’s real. Oh baby, it's real.”

Mateo’s back arched hard as I bottomed out.

Every inch buried inside him. Raw. Heavy. Possessive.

He let out a broken, high-pitched whimper—desperate for release. Ruined.

Mateo was mine.

I pulled out halfway—slow, teasing—and then slammed back in hard enough to make Mateo cry out.

He clawed at the sheets. “Nnh—ah, f-fuck—”

“You feel that, pretty boy?” I hissed. “That’s what you’ve been missing. That’s what you get for teasing me all those months. You should’ve known I was watching all along.”

Another thrust—harder.

He jolted under me, sweat clinging to his chest, hair sticking to his forehead. His cock throbbed untouched between us, already pooling across his stomach.

I fucked him deep. Ruthless. Relentless. Every thrust staking a claim.

Connor's cock.

My stolen strength.

My fantasy.

And Mateo?

He took it.

He let me.

Even as the tears welled in his eyes and his voice cracked on every moan, he wrapped his legs tighter around my waist and gave himself over completely.

It’s almost funny, how easily everything fell into place.

You used to hide this body under threadbare hoodies and baggy sweats, like you were doing the world a favor. Now? It’s worshipped. Admired. Used.

I’m stretched out on a lounger at the pool, one leg lazily draped over the side, basking in the heat like I own the sun itself. The black stringer clings to your body, wet from a quick dip, showing off every contour of the chest you spent years pretending didn’t exist. The camo briefs ride high and tight, swollen with the weight of ownership.

Mine now. All of it.

And Mateo? He’s right where he belongs—kneeling at the edge of my chair, his cheek nuzzled up against the heavy outline of my cock, his fingers curled gently around my thigh like he’s afraid I’ll hurt him if he lets go. He’s not stroking, not licking. Just waiting. Breathing it in. His personal altar.

Good boy.

The campus stares when I walk by. Mateo whimpers when I touch him, shifting slightly, lips brushing the shape of me through the briefs like he’s starving for it.

I glance down, lift a brow.

He looks up at me, eyes glazed and warm.

“Please,” he murmurs.

I smirk, resting a hand casually on his head. “Did I say you could move?”

He freezes, mouth parted, breath quick. My cock twitches under the fabric.

“No,” he whispers.

“Then stay there.”

And he does. Because this isn’t just my body anymore.

It’s my life.

And everything Connor could have ever wanted?

I’m living it for him.

Better.

Harder.

And with Mateo’s mouth exactly where it belongs. ——————————————————————————————————

Good evening, my wet dreamers —

First off, thank you so much for your patience with this story. It’s been about a year and a half since the last update, and I can’t say enough how much it means that some of you still stuck around, re-read, commented, or just lurked quietly in the background. Seriously — thank you.

A lot happened during that time. I graduated from university, hit a bit of writer’s block, and also suffered a concussion that made focusing (and writing) a lot harder than I’d like to admit. Recovery’s been slow, but I’m finally getting back into my rhythm — one scene, one sentence, one smutty moment at a time.

To help me get there, I’ve been using AI tools to assist with brainstorming and structure. But make no mistake — the ideas, the tone, the tension, the heat — all of that still comes from my perverted mind. The AI just helps me untangle what’s already tangled up in my head and fill in the blanks.

Finishing this story meant a lot to me, and your patience made it possible. Every reblog, comment, and message reminded me that people still cared — and that’s honestly what kept me going.

There will be more stories. They’ll take time (concussions don’t rush), but trust me — I’ve got plenty more smut, desire, and downright sinful ideas simmering. Consider this your little warning... or promise. 😈🔥

Thank you again for sticking with me — and for craving the kind of stories I love to tell. It feels good to be back… and I’m just getting warmed up. 😉

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The Best Chance

“What’re you doing in my house!?” Frankie shouted. Moments earlier he’d heard the front door open and when he went to investigate he was met by an admittedly handsome intruder who’d just strolled in unannounced.

“Hey. Hey. Stop freaking out. It’s me! Your boyfriend!” The smartly dressed man said with a kind smile that certainty threw Frankie off for a moment. This guy was acting like they knew each other or something. “It’s James!”

Frankie squinted his eyes at the man, trying to process what he’d just said. “W-what?…” was all he could say. His boyfriend wasn’t a 30 something gorgeous dilf with perfect facial hair. James was a chubby bear of a dude who certainly wouldn’t have fit into suit pants as tight as those.

“I finally used that thing my grandpa gave me before he passed away.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small chain with a very familiar amulet attached to it. It was almost identical to the one James’ grandfather had given him not long ago; only the crystal in the centre was now a murky grey rather than the bright glowing green Frankie remembered. “I don’t think I can use it again though. Looks like its power is drained now.” The handsome man theorised as he made his way towards one of the hallway mirrors. “Not that I’d ever wanna use it again anyway…” he added while inspecting his face and running a hand through his stubble.

“What’re you talking about?!” Frankie questioned, practically screaming this time. “You aren’t James?! I don’t know how you know any of that about his grandpa but you’re not my boyfriend! Now get out!!” The poor young man was damn near hysterical at this point and he had every right to be.

The suited man sighed and turned to face Frankie. “I am James. I’ll prove it.” After that the man went on to reveal all sorts of secrets and stories that nobody but James could have known. Secrets about Frankie that he hadn’t told anyone else. Stories from James’ past that nobody else should’ve known. Even small details about their lives like what flavour ice cream they both preferred and that one time a seagull stole Frankie’s sandwich on one of their dates.

“I… I don’t believe it. James?”

“Hello.” James smiled. “Like the new look?” He gestured down at his new body with a pearly white grin.

Of course Frankie wasn’t sure how to even respond. This man. This deliciously handsome man was somehow his bearish boyfriend?! Obviously he still thought his boyfriend was hot before but this different kind of hot.

Seeing that Frankie was having trouble processing all this, James took the time to explain everything that’d happened. He went on to tell James that the amulet his grandfather had given him had some very special properties. Namely it could switch the bodies to two people. He figured this out when he was given a letter from his grandfather that was delivered to him along with everything else his grandfather left him. A letter which explained everything.

“My Grandpa gave me this ring so I could have the absolute best chance in life. So I took the best body I could think to take. Mr Sterling!” James did a little twirl to show off his body a bit more. As he did Frankie couldn’t help but notice how good his ‘new’ boyfriend’s ass looked in those pants.

Frankie couldn’t help lingering on that name. “Wait? Mr Sterling? Why does that name sound familiar?” I wondered aloud.

“It should. I’ve mentioned him a few times before. Told you how fucking hot he is. I must’ve shown you a picture at some point because I swear you got a little jealous about it.”

That’s when it finally started to click. Frankie did remember this. “Hold on… did you swap bodies with your boss!?!?” He exclaimed as he suddenly began to recall memories of James talking about how Mr Sterling was one of the best bosses he’d ever had.

James grinned again. “Not just my boss. The boss.” He corrected. “Well, the boss of our entire branch anyway.” After that James continued on with his little story of how it all happened. Saying that this morning he’d taken the amulet into work with him and made his way to Mr Sterling’s office the earliest chance he got. Once there Mr Sterling asked what he needed. By this point James already had a strong feeling that the amulet was real so he took a risk and told Mr Sterling to his face that he wanted his body! Naturally the boss was pretty shocked by this, assuming it to be some kind of sexual advance on James’ part but pretty soon the power of the amulet took over.

The two men found themselves groaning in ecstasy as their bodies transformed. James getting leaner and older while Mr Sterling got younger and fatter. Their facial features altering quickly to match their bodies. James’ bushy beard shortening into Sterling’s well trimmed facial hair. Sterling’s face getting chubbier along with the rest of his body after James’ thick beard poofed across it. James’ muscle getting bigger and more defined as his fat melted away while Mr Sterling’s belly grew bigger and hairier. Even their clothes switched as James found his larger office attire transforming into his boss’ tight fitting suit. Before long the two men had completely transformed into one another.

“Fucking hell! Really!? So your boss is in your old body right now? Where is he??” Frankie questioned, eager to get some more answers.

“Well after the swap he was freaking the fuck out. Screaming at me about what had happened and why I looked like him. Swearing and cursing in a way I’d never seen from him before while he looked back and forth between his new body and me. He even started threatening me to fix it or else but when I asked him what he was gonna do he quickly came up short.” James chuckled as he thought back on it all. “After that I told him that I’d switched us. That I was him and he was me. After that he pretty much begged me to switch us back. And you better believe I made him grovel.”

Frankie’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “What did you make him do?”

“Well first I sat in his chair behind his desk. After that I told him to get on his knees and kiss my shoes. The shiny black dress shoes he’d just been wearing. And he actually did it! He even called me sir and everything hahah!!” James pawed at his crotch a little bit as he thought back on it. “I was tempted to make him suck his own cock as well but…” he took a step closer to his boyfriend and placed a hand on his waist. “I’ll always be faithful to you.” With that he leaned in and pressed his lips against Frankie’s.

Frankie wasn’t sure how to react. The kiss was different in the sense of how this new man’s lips and face felt against his but familiar at the same time in the way that he kissed. It was definitely James in there.

“That said I’ve already jerked off twice in his private bathroom at work.” James chuckled as they parted lips. “I couldn’t help myself. After stealing this body I was so horny and this cock is even fatter than I imagined… mmmhhhhff…” he grunted and he rubbed the outline of his dick again as it snaked down pants.

“But uhmmm…” Frankie gulped as he couldn’t help gazing at the outline. He could already make out the tip. “What happened to uhh… the old Mr Sterling after that…” He asked, trying to stay focused.

“Oh right. Well I just told him that if he does everything I say without question then I might give back his body someday.”

“Will you?”

“No.” James smirked. “I don’t think I could ever give this up. Not just the body but everything that comes with it. I’m fucking loaded now! We’re loaded! No kids either and recently divorced so there’s nothing stopping us. Not to mention that my head has slowly been filling up with more and more of his knowledge and memories. I had to fake things a little at work today but by tomorrow I should be able to run the branch just as well as the old Mr Sterling could!” The excitement on his face only grew as he realised everything that was possible now. “Hell one day I might even become the CEO!”

Before he could spiral any deeper into the possibilities that becoming the new Mr Sterling may bring, Frankie wrapped both hands around James’ waist and pulled him in close. “You’re going to be better than he ever was, babe. And I’m gonna enjoy having a hot rich dilf for a boyfriend from now on.” He seemed to finally be coming around to this whole body swap idea. And moments later he lowered himself onto his knees until he was eye level with James’ bulging crotch. “Sure I loved your old chubby bear body as well but…” he undid the dilf’s zipper before gently reaching inside until he found what he was looking for. James couldn’t help my grunt again as Frankie tugged that fat new cock out of James’ zipper. “That body didn't have a thick daddy cock like this at all.” Frankie smirked before wrapping his lips around his new sugar daddy’s dick. If he was gonna convince his new rich boyfriend to let him retire and stay home then he’d need to prove himself.

James was so horny the before long he found himself practically fucking his boyfriends throat. Sterling’s body certainly had a dominant streak to it that he hadn’t possessed before. Next thing they knew, James was fucking Frankie up against a mirror just so he could see the reflection of the gorgeous older man he’d become as he slammed his fat dick into Frankie’s hole. He guessed he must’ve had a thing for suits now as well since even as the pair eventually moved to the bedroom, James still kept his full suit on. Even his dress shoes! Still fucking Frankie with his cock through his pants zipper. Something about it made him feel more powerful. More in control.

“Ooohhh fuckkk! Take my cum boy!” James finally shouted as his balls began to unload inside his boyfriend's ass. Feeling his new cum flooding out of his fat cock in an instant after already having resized the hole it was balls deep inside. And he had to admit. That was the best sex he'd ever had in his life!

“So…” Frankie began between labored breaths. “When are we going to see this new place of yours Mr Sterling.” He asked with a cheeky raised eyebrow.

James turned and laughed. “As soon as you’re ready. Chuck whatever you want into some bags and we’ll have it taken to my new place. I haven’t seen it myself yet but these new memories are telling me you’re gonna like it.” He assured as he leaned over for one last kiss before getting up and slipping his cock back into his pants. “While you do that I’ll be downstairs admiring how fucking handsome I am in the mirror.” He winked before strolling out of the bedroom with a confident swagger.

That amulet had done everything it was intended to do. It gave James a far successful life in the form of his boss and he was going to live it to the fullest. Already having fallen in love with his new muscled dilf body and the wealth that came with it. No doubt going to enjoy being in charge of the branch and hopefully the entire company one day. Meanwhile he would lock away the amulet somewhere safe where it would slowly recharge its power over the years until one day it could be passed on again to someone else so they too many steal themselves a better life.

But until then the new Mr Sterling had a hell of a lot of fun to have with his new body. Dressing up in all his new suits. Wearing jockstraps underneath when he goes to work. Coming home to a boyfriend who wants nothing more than to take his giant manhood. And most of all simply getting to wake up every morning to that award winning face of his. He truly had won in life.

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Daddy’s Home

(Based on an idea provided by @tf-lover)

“Morning Kiddo! Sleep well last night?” Jason’s Dad asked his son while laid out on the couch in nothing but a black jockstrap.

“Oh! Morning Dad. Not the best honestly. That storm we had kept me up half the night honestly…” Jason’s eyes couldn’t help wandering across his fathers almost naked body as he said this. Not being able to help eyeing up that bulge his dad was rubbing absentmindedly.

His father nodded. “It sure was a doozy wasn’t it.” He agreed before ushering Jason to come closer. “Come on boy. Hop on over here and doze with daddy for a bit. It’s the weekend after all.”

Jason didn’t need telling twice. Within seconds he was falling onto the couch on top of his father and snuggling up to the older man. Using his dad’s modest pecs as a pillow while he shuffled around a little to get comfortable. His heart couldn’t help but flutter slightly as he felt his dad kiss the top of his head sweetly before wrapping Jason up in his strong arms. He felt so warm and safe in his fathers embrace. It was something he never could’ve imagined having up until a year ago.

“I’m so glad we don’t have to hide this anymore. Moving was definitely the best decision.” Jason said as he rutted himself against his dad’s bulge.

His dad hummed in agreement. “I’m with you there. As far as the people in this town are concerned we’re just a hot gay couple with a slight age gap.” He laughed.

———

Last Year

Jason had just had another massive argument with his dad Calvin. They’d never really seen eye to eye. His dad was a big shot at a big suave law firm and had slowly been working himself closer and closer to that CEO position. To say he was a successful man was an understatement. Nice fancy house, designer clothes and suits. He’d achieved the life most people dreamt of.

On the other hand, Jason himself was nothing like his dad. He never had much interest in studying law or anything like it. Instead he was far more interested in art. He spent a lot of his time drawing and posting his work online to which he got plenty of attention from.

Over time this began to frustrate Calvin. Sure Jason made money through his work but his father never viewed it as a real job. He’d hoped his son would eventually grow out of it and get into the law business one day or at least something along those lines but it became increasingly clear that wasn’t going to happen. Especially as Jason got a boyfriend who further encouraged his likeness for art.

It all came to a head when Calvin finally had enough and told his son that if he didn’t get what he considered a real job then he’d have to kick him out of the house. It was a dramatic step but he thought it was justified and the right thing to do even if his son did call him an asshole for it. “It’s for his own good.” he told himself. Little did he know the lengths his son would go to after receiving this ultimatum. Well to be more accurate the lengths his son’s boyfriend Max would go to.

The night after Jason and his dad had their argument, Calvin was relaxing in his back garden as it was his day off. He was kicked back in a lounging chair with a hot cup of coffee on the table beside him alongside the radio playing some tunes.

His eyes quickly fluttered open in confusion however as the radio began glitching out for whatever reason.

Before he even had a chance to inspect it though, he suddenly found himself being forced back into the chair as if a pair of hands were holding down his shoulders. The silver fox tried to move but he was powerless under the invisible figure’s grip. All he could do was shout for help but unfortunately for him, nobody was coming. Instead he could feel this entity slowly making its way onto his lap until he could feel what seemed like an ass planting itself directly on his crotch. Immediately his dick responded. He couldn’t stop it. Within seconds his big dad dick was hard as a rock, creating an embarrassingly large bulge in his shorts.

“O-ooohh gooddd… fuck… what’s happeningggg… to meee.” The mature man could only groan as it almost felt like someone was riding his cock somehow. Not to mention being able to feel a pair of invisible hands exploring the expanse of his body. Squeezing his arms and pecs with lust and admiration. His mind couldn’t even make sense of it yet the harder he tried, the foggier his thoughts became.

Soon enough he could feel this entity pressing its entire weight against his body. He wasn’t entirely sure at first but now he could tell for sure this invisible force had the form of a man. Only just knowing that made the successful man even more embarrassed. He was straight after all! Yet his cock was as hard as could be due to the touch of what seemed to be a man.

He gripped his chair tightly. He could already feel it coming. His orgasm. It was right around the corner. The entity must’ve known this as well as it continued to run its ass enthusiastically over the massive bulge with even more gusto than before. This is clearly what it wanted. And it was going to get it. Calvin tried his utmost to break free at the last moment but his efforts were for nought. Before long his mouth formed an “o” shape as his eyes rolled back a little only to be quickly followed by him splattering the insides of his expensive shorts with cum.

I’m that moment his body became vulnerable. His orgasm made him ripe for the taking. The ghostly being grinned as it saw its opportunity and wasted no time in snatching it.

Moments later, before Calvin even had a chance to finish cumming, the entity began forcing itself into the handsome mature man’s body. Calvin was powerless to stop it as his body began convulsing while the ghost pressed its limbs inside. Gradually he could feel himself losing control. He tried his best to fight it but he didn’t know how. With every passing second he could feel this thing sliding deeper and deeper. It’s grip on him becoming stronger and stronger. And with it he couldn’t help letting out an echoing groan through the convulsions as one last ditch effort to call for help. Yet as his body began to stabilize once more, those sounds turned from cries for help to moans of pleasure.

His arms and legs. His hands and his head. Even his cock! None of it responded to Calvin. As much as he wanted to jump up and scream in terror over what had just happened, he couldn’t. Instead he grinned maliciously. Only it wasn’t him grinning. It was whatever had taken over his body!

“God yesssss… this is even better than I imagined it’d be.” Calvin was forced to say as his body began touching itself. Running its hands down his tight shirt to feel the strong body hidden underneath. Using those same hands to squeeze and admire his biceps. “I could always tell you worked out by how well those suits fitted but fuck… I feel like such a hunk!” He exclaimed, his tone full of both excitement and desire.

Without another word the imposter used his stolen body to leap up from the chair and quickly make his way inside before dashing to Calvin’s walk-in closet to finally get a look at himself in the full length mirror. Right away his dick couldn’t help twitching again despite having just blown its load. It just couldn’t help it when gazing upon the reflection of the man whose body he’d just taken over.

“Sorry Mr Conners but your son and I weren’t the biggest fans of how you’ve been treating him recently.” He began as he stripped off his shirt to get a good look at his thick muscled chest, “So I decided the best solution would be to have me play the part of daddy instead. I was always the dominant one between Jason and myself anyway so it only makes sense…” he smirked while inspecting his short grey hair and perfect beard that coated his handsome jawline.

That’s when it all clicked into place. Max. Jason’s boyfriend. It was him! He was the body snatcher!! But how!? And why?! Calvin had so many questions bubbling up inside but unfortunately he wouldn’t get any of those answers just yet as Max was much more interested in his new daddy look than explaining any further.

Without hesitation, Max reached down and slipped a hand into his underwear. Seconds later he pulled it back out coated in cum. Calvin already knew what Max was thinking but there was nothing he could do to stop it. Max brought his hand up towards his face and ran his tongue along it, lapping up a healthy amount of his new body’s seed.

“Mmmm fuuuuck. Your son is gonna love this when he finds out. Almost as much as he’s gonna love the taste of your nut when I blow it down his throat Mr Conners.” Max teased before continuing to lick his hand clean. “He’s told me alllllll about the secret little crush he’s had on his strict dad for years.” He reached and grabbed the waistband on his shorts and underwear before pushing them down and kicking them off, at last revealing his body in its full glory. “He was embarrassed to admit it but he’s fantasised about you countless times. Wishing he could cuddle up to you in bed. Wishing he could worship you while you’re all dressed up in those fancy suits of yours. Wishing he could feel the dick that brought him into this world stretching his hole out.” With a smug look on his face, Max reached down and grabbed his fat dad cock and gave it a squeeze, forcing a few more drops of cum to drool from the tip.

“I’ll be sure to let him know that he’s gonna have a much more loving and understanding father from now on. But before that, I’m gonna enjoy myself a little.” Max chuckled to himself as looked around the wardrobe at the wide array of clothes. “You always had great style Mr Conners. And now it’s all mine.”

Not wasting anymore time, Max tugged off his cum stained shorts and underwear and threw them out into the main bedroom before beginning his tour through the wardrobe. All the while the real Calvin Conners was screaming and pleading for help but his cries fell upon deaf ears. Though Max knew he was still in there, he couldn’t actually hear or communicate with Calvin. If anything that only made it more exciting for him. Imaging all the things the mature man would be saying and screaming in there while locked as a passenger in his own body.

With a giddy look on his face and his heart racing a mile a minute, Max sifted through the wide array of clothes. He pulled out a multitude of shorts, pants, shirts, underwear, socks and shoes! Trying on so many different combinations and loving how almost every article of clothing clung perfectly to his muscled body. Clothes that before would’ve hung loosely on his form now fitting him like a glove.

“Fuuuck. I was always jealous of these fancy clothes you could afford. I can’t wait to wear them all the fucking time. And splatter them in my daddy cum whenever the fuck I want.” Max laughed with a devilish grin as he continued pulling out different clothes and trying them on. Adoring how almost all of his pants fit so tightly over his thick butt and similarly how well the shirts showed off his new pecs.

After what seemed like hours, Max finally brought his personal little modeling show to an end with an all black suit. Black dress shirt, waistcoat, jacket and pants matched with of course a pair of long black socks and a gorgeous pair of shiny black dress shoes. As a final touch he took out a pair of Mr Conner’s glasses and slid them on to complete the look. He felt like a king. A rich handsome king.

As he gazed at himself, Max couldn’t help but feel his once again stiff dad cock pressing firmly against the front of his pants. He’d had more than enough time to recharge by now and had been struggling to contain his boner while jumping between outfits. Even opting to get a few strokes in while changing. He just couldn’t help himself. And now seeing the reflection of his boyfriend's hot dad in a dashing suit and a huge bulge was only making him hornier.

“Oooh god…” Max groaned while rubbing a hand over his bulge. He wanted to rub one out so badly. “Gahhhh… fuck. Can’t cum. Gotta save my nut for my son.” Saying those last words made his entire body shiver. Referring to Jason as his son only served to make his cock more excited. It was a miracle he hadn’t soiled the front of these suit pants with cum already!

Luckily he wouldn’t have to wait much longer as shortly after Max heard the front door close from downstairs shortly followed by the sound of Jason’s voice.

“Dad!? You home??”

Max smirked. “Oh Daddy’s home alright. And he’s never leaving.” He said to himself as he straightened his jacket a little before making his way downstairs to greet his son.

That night the real Mr Conners felt as though he were in his own personal hell as he first watched this imposter perfectly imitate him to the point where Jason never even noticed at first. Not until Max started getting closer and saying things that were out of character for Mr Conners. Starting with simple compliments and kindness that slowly escalated into more intimate comments. Soon enough not even bothering to try and hide his huge boner.

Naturally this soon led to questions and before long Max came out with the truth. Of course Jason was skeptical at first but when his boyfriend recited a bunch of very personal secrets only the two of them knew, that’s when he finally believed that somehow his boyfriend had stolen his dad’s body. At first it seemed insane to him. Wrong even. And yet Jason couldn’t help popping a boner of his own at it all as he realized the potential of the situation. His loving boyfriend in his dad’s sexy body…

Before long Jason found himself being bent over the first thing they could find as Max fished his cock out of those suit pants and practically slammed it into his son’s ass. Not even wanting to take his suit off whatsoever as plowed into Jason. Something about keeping it on as he fucked the smaller man’s brains out made him feel so powerful and in control. All the while the real Mr Conners screamed and begged for it to stop as he had to listen to his own son’s lustful moans as he was forced to feel this bodysnatcher using his cock to stretch Jason’s hole. Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t going to end until Max had drained his fat balls completely inside of his new son.

———

The Present

Since then the couple realized the only way they could stay together without being forced to keep it a tight secret was to move far away where nobody knew them. Luckily a golden opportunity fell perfectly into their laps when Max as the new Mr Conner’s was offered a position at another branch of the company. But not just any position, the top manager of it! He’d be getting more pay and more power! It was a win-win. And so before they knew it, Jason and Max were packing their bags and flying off towards a new life.

And that’s the life they’d been living ever since. A “father” and son secretly masquerading as simply a gay couple with an age gap. And a very rich couple at that with the amount Max was earning now in his new position which he was able to run perfectly thanks to having received access to all of his new mature body’s memories and intelligence.

“Do you think he’s still in there? My old dad I mean.” Jason asked curiously while staying nice and snuggled up to his boyfriend on the couch.

“I honestly couldn’t tell you. By now he might’ve faded away and become part of my subconscious. Or maybe he’s still in here watching us as we snuggle and grope each other.” He laughed mischievously before groping his son’s ass. “Forced to watch each and every time we fuck. Feeling me sliding this dick in your ass every night.” He added before rocking his hips slightly.

Jason couldn’t help biting his lip at the possibility. He hoped it was the case. Knowing his original asshole of a father would be cursed to be a bystander in him and his boyfriends affairs was a whole new level of horny revenge he never even knew existed.

“Well. Assuming he is still there, how would you feel about giving him another show right here on the couch?” Max wiggled his eyebrows while giving Jason a look he just knew the younger man wouldn’t be able to resist. Before they knew it, the pair were stripping off what little clothes they had on and were going at it again. Mixed groans filled their massive house as Max prepared to breed his boyfriend-son yet again.

As the two men were busy fucking like rabbits, they were unaware of a mystical being watching them from the shadows. “Glad to see that young man is still enjoying himself after putting that spell magic I gave him to good use.” Wavell smirked to himself as he checked up on yet another of his former endeavors with glee after having been more than impressed with the body Max chose.

max-the-many

His dad was already packing quite a bit. But when his eldest came for a visit from college I knew, I wouldn't stay in his old one for long. And as I finally got to unpack his offspring it even outdid what I expected due to the hardly hidden bulging...

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Where the hell am I, this isn’t my dorm. Why am I kneeling? Holy shit is that my arm. I’m a fucking huge wrestler. Fuck me this singlet looks hot. When’s this photo over, I want to fucking wrestle.

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Everyone thought it was just a story. A campfire spook created to scare young kids and cowardly teens. Even as the jocks sat around the stadium after their game, drinking beer and exchanging stories, they laughed at the one who brought up this story. Until he pulled out the mask. The mask that supposedly possessed you if you put it on.

The rest of the jocks seemed to back away from the challenge of putting it on, but Jason just scoffed. He knew it was a hoax, and thanks to his pride, he wasn’t going to shy away from some stupid challenge.

“You guys are such pussies…” the arrogant jock muttered as he grabbed the mask, slipping it on. But as he did, a cold shiver ran through his body, right down his spine. It was like his body went rigid, and his muscles felt like stone as he tried to pull the mask off. Like a puppet cut from its strings, his body slumped, before the mask took over. The hunk roared as he ripped off his shirt, showing his muscular body off. That was enough for the rest of the jocks. None wanted to end up like poor Jason now, trapped in his own body and forced to watch from the passenger seat. The scrambled, taking off in different directions, shouting. No one saw Jason from then on, it was like he’d vanished.

But a different urban myth started to grow throughout the town and even spreading into neighbouring ones. Rumors of a hunk wearing a ghost mask, fucking whoever let him. Some horny guys even summoned him on purpose, taking turns getting pounded by the mysterious hunk. Little did they know that the straight jock who’s cock they were taking was trapped in his own head, forced to watch and endure each experience over and over. Jason could only hope the ending to the story was truth, that the curse only lasted till the next Halloween. But the story never said anything about turning into a horny, sec driven beast…so he could only hope for the best.

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Grandpa Roger

(an updated vchris1989 classic)

“Won’t be needing these anymore!” Grandpa Roger said as he swiped his thick frames off his new eyes. “Thank you again, sport, for finding such a …virile…new form for me.”

“No problem,” I replied, torn by what I had just done. “Family comes first…So what happened to the real Sean? He was sort of my my gym bro and my best friend. It would be weird if you both ran into each other.”

“Sport, Sean is gone. This wasn’t just an ordinary shape-shifting spell. The old Sean had to disappear so I could become the new one. Don’t worry, I have all of his memories now, and it looks like he was always harboring a little bit of a flame for you. I guess since I’m not your grandpa anymore…why don’t you let me take care of that tent in your gray sweatpants, bro. There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you and do to you for a long ass time.”

Damn, I-I-I just erased my real friend off the face of the earth, but gramps is imitating him so well. Is this messed up or weird? I mean, if my girlfriend walk in on us they’ll just see me and my best bro screwing around. Oh my God, Gramps-I mean ‘Sean’- just reached his hands in my pants. mmmmmmmmm ohhhhhhhhhh where did he learn to handle a cock like that?! Oh shit!

“Fuck! Sean! Where did you learn to do that?” I gasped out as he kept pumping me.

“I’ve had decades to practice bro. Just wait until I show you what I can do with my mouth,” my best friend shoots back as I close my eyes and accept this fucked up situtation.

malehypnofantasy

"Yo nerd, what the fuck? Privacy please,"

"Well, but you've shown me that dick before. You even let me suck that, what else do you need to hide from me?"

"W--wha--"

"Yeah. But it's even better to see that meat harden when you worship my cock and beg me to cum into your mouth, you know? So amazing to see you becoming a little pup begging to get his fair share of snack,"

And as Corey said the trigger word, Donovan instantly kneeled under the stream of water coming out of the shower head, he let his tongue out and the sharpness and cockiness radiated from his eyes changed into one filled with admiration

"Now that's more beautiful. Come on, little pup, suck this dick good and we'll see how long you can remain a good little pup by not shooting your load until I told you so,"

malehypnofantasy

"Oh c'mon lil bro, you think I'll let you go to your classes without getting you well-fed with my cum? It's the least I can do as your hunk, dumb and full of cum older bro. Go kneel, quick, before mom and dad found out about your shady little dealings tinkering with my brain and hypnotizing me into totally okay with you going at it with my dick,"

Uggghhh I really love my hunk, dumb, full of cum older bro. I need to strengthen my power during this upcoming winter break to the point that my parents also fall to my control. I need them to be totally unphased with my homophobic older bro spraying his cum to my throat in the middle of the living room or letting me do whatever kinky shit I want to do with him. But let's make this one quick first, I have one more Professor Arnalds class to attend anyway

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Familial

This is my grandson, Joseph. He has always taken care of me since he was a little boy. I would always appreciate him helping me clean the house, walk to the kitchen, or even buy me groceries. When he was young, he loved to play sports. He'd say he'd grow big and strong just so he could help me. I was always so proud of him when he showed me his medals and trophies. Unfortunately, I was always too old and frail to see his football games. He did well with academics as well. He was athletic, intelligent, and not to mention his looks, but he was also gorgeous. I love him so much, but it bothered me to see him lonely. I mean, he's very popular and has plenty of friends. However, even with his good looks and charm, he doesn't have the confidence to ask a girl out. He would always say that he would never get a girl or they wouldn't want to date him. That's just ridiculous! He is wasting those amazing genetics. If I had thise looks back in my day, I'd have women from all over town begging to get into my pants. Fast forward a few years, I was stuck in a hospital bed waiting to kick the bucket, and Joseph was taking care of me. He's a grown adult with his own life, yet he never left me behind. He was devastated when I passed away. He locked himself in his room for days just to cry. I reached out to comfort him, but suddenly, in that moment, everything went blank.

Slowly, sound starts to return, and I can feel a draft against my skin, across my entire body. As I slowly open my eyes, I realize I am in my grandson's apartment. As I take in my new surroundings, my eyes drift toward my large arms and hands... they aren't mine! They are nicely tanned and without a wrinkle in sight! I have tattoos decorating my now bulging biceps. I am only wearing a pair of Nike briefs, fully exposed, leaving little to the imagination. I quickly ran to the bathroom, and to my disbelief, I was greeted by Joseph's reflection, displaying a shocked expression, but it was not long until that confusion shifted into curiosity and arousal.

I started to gently touch the soft skin of my face and torso, which was now blanketed in thick slabs of muscle mass. My hands glided down my chest, fondling my massive pecs and washboard abs. As I felt myself up, a massive bulge started begging for attention. I bit my lip as my hands began to move down, as if they had a mind of their own. My fingers glide across my pecs, brushing against my firm nipples. My body began to shudder the more I touched them. Damn, they are very sensitive. I felt my raging cock stiffen against my briefs, and a damp spot started to form. Without wasting more time, I quickly reached down the damp briefs, my hand breaking past webs of pre built up from the past few minutes. My fingers wrap around my manhood, but just barely. Holy shit, I am massive. I take my thumb nad massage my tip, feeling more slick juice coating my hands. Without warning, my hips suddenly buck forward, causing a soft masculine moan to escape my lips.

I haven't felt this good in years, and I am hungry for more. I continue to grind my cock against my massive rough hands, my breathing growing heavier with each pump. I can feel pressure building up as I get closer to finishing, but I won't allow this to end so soon. I release my hand from its cum soaked prison, and take a wiff of my spunk. It reaks of the musk of a true man. I feel my cock soften just enough to get my briefs to loosen its grip. I pull down the elastic, letting my 8 inches of pure manhood to spring out and breathe, dripping with white spunk and sweat. I know I'm taking this too far, violating Joseph's body, but I can't control myself. I wrapped my hand once again around my shaft and began pumping my that dick. As I pump, it continues to inflate an extra 2 inches in my hands. My rough hands stroke the ridges of my fuckstick, driving me insane with each pass. "Ooof. Oh fuck, yes..." My moans of pleasure grow louder and louder. Hearing the sexy voice of my grandson spout lude words from my mouth and feeling the base of his vocal chords vibrate within my throat is sending me over the edge. More and more pressure begin to build up as I feel cum rise up my piping hot rod. Nothing else mattered right now. Only thoughts of sex and pleasure filled my mind. My grandson's well-being was no longer a concern. "This is my body, Joseph. You love your grandpa, right? So I'm sure you'll be thrilled if I stay. You like that, don’t you? Ohhh, yes. Unnghh, " I yelp out in my new sexy voice as I reach my limit. "Im coming. Oh yes, baby, I'm coming. Nnnngg..." It was not long until my cock finally erupted, my white juice coating my sweaty body. The smell of musk continued to turn me on, and without hesitation, I brought my cum cover hand to my mouth, licking my fingers clean. The thick juices slid down my throat as I enjoyed the salty taste of my youth. My dick was still rock hard and leaking. I can really go for a second serving.

#male body possession #straight to gay #old to young

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S(CREAM)

The legend says that the most weak and vulnerable may find themselves visited by the Halloween myth. It blesses those who encounter it the chance to hide behind a mask and conceal their insecurity, however be warned that no one knows what happens after you put it on, or who you might become.

The gym was completely quiet, the only sound being the metallic creaking of the punching bag as it swung back and forth until finally resting. Unlike Jess, it seemed like everyone was having the time of their lives on this Halloween Night. With one final punch, thrown with anger and frustration, Jess put the gloves away and wiped the sweat from his brow. His tank top was drenched, just the way he liked it, signifying that today’s work out was a good one. Unfortunately for him, it was the only good thing that had happened this week. Not only was it his least favorite time of the year, but finding out his girl was cheating on him with some CS nerd was truly the last straw. So there he was, at the gym on a perfectly good Halloween day, using the pain as the motivation for his pump.

Looking down at his shredded body, he couldn’t help but feel not only a sense of pride but of hatred.

“The fuck does he have that I don’t,” he muttered under his breath, imagining what possibly his ex saw in the computer geek. He let out a deep sigh and dropped his shoulders, letting out his tension. In his mind, all he could think about was what he was missing.

To Jess, working out was a way to regulate his emotions, and always had been. When it came to emotional intelligence, or any intelligence for that matter, well let’s just say he isn’t the brightest. Where others had friends to confide in or therapists to talk to, all Jess had was the gym. It was all that could make him feel good, constantly striving to look better so that he’d be better. Though a flawed ideology, it was his raison d’etre, caused by years of internalized fatphobia. In his youth, he was the fat kid that everyone knew but no one wanted to be seen with.

As he got older, it became more and more apparent that if he didn’t change then no one would want him, not as a friend or boyfriend. Jess eventually found his way into the gym, scrounging up the last bits of confidence he had left in himself to begin working out. At first, he was riddled with insecurity and anxiety, but as time eventually passed he lost weight and became more and more fit. Eventually he no longer felt like an outcast and made friends, joined sports, and even got a few girlfriends. However, everything comes with a price, and his transformation came at the expense of his education.

Becoming fitter and hotter were his only life goals, as the memories of fat and alone were a constant reminder on his mind. To Jess, working out and sports were far more important than learning and education. Skipping almost all of his classes to instead hit the gym and get on the field, he barely graduated High School but got a full ride to college through football. Any modicum of academic-wise intelligence he had was stuck at the middle school level, anything past that was foreign to his jocked-out brain.

And although his body was at its prime, those insecurities from his past still lingered and there were times when memories came back to haunt him. For instance, Halloween was his least favorite time of the year, as memories of being picked on or judged for eating candy or not being able to fit into kid’s sized costumes always ruined the holiday for him. Tonight, he had been planning to chill and watch a few movies with his girlfriend and fuck but seeing as that wasn’t happening anymore he desperately needed to get out.

As he wrapped up his workout and began heading out from the empty gym, his phone buzzed to see a text from his bro Andre.

“YOOOO just got some invites to this Halloween frat party, u down?”

“Fuck,” Jess thought out loud, realizing he hadn’t even gotten a costume since he wasn’t even planning on going out. “Idk dude I don’t got anything 2 wear” He texted Kyle back and was instantly replied to.

“Same broooo imma just try n find sumn in my closet n u should too. Cmon don’t u wanna score some pussy tn??”

Jess smirked, sounded like a plan to him, best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. Sticking his tongue out like he was ready to eat some pussy, he snapped a picture and sent it with a caption.

“U alrdy know 👅👅 c u tn”

As he walked out of the campus gym, he couldn’t help but notice how dreary it looked out. Ominous signs filled the world around him, grey skies blocked out the light and October winds sending chills down his spine. Flocks of crows cawed as they flew from the tall trees surrounding his journey back to his place. Jess shrugged it off, it was a picture perfect Halloween and for once he was ready to enjoy it to the fullest. Running up the steps to the door of his off campus apartment, he unlocked it with excitement as he imagined the possibilities of tonight.

Ignoring a greatly-needed shower, he went straight to his closet. First things first, he needed to check if there was even a costume he could scrounge up and pass off as decent. Being a straight man, his closet was a mess of forgotten junk and unknown treasures, most likely hiding a couple things he could throw on. He rummaged through it, throwing aside anything that probably wouldn’t fit him anymore and random stuff that he probably should throw away. He searched aimlessly until finally, he reached his hand deep into a back corner of his closet, which was practically just a pile of clothes now, and touched something hard. He felt it, cold to the touch, and his curiosity took ahold of him as he slowly he pulled it out from under the heap.

Before him in his hands was a white mask with a black sort of headdress, marked with wear and tear and an air of mystery. Questions rushed through his brain; What is this? Who’s is this? Why is it in my closet? Did I buy this? Jess stared intently at the mask, it seemed familiar to him somehow, almost as if there was some sort of connection between the two. His finger traced the design of the mask, the way the face seemed almost contorted in pain sent chills down his spine. “Oh shit!” it hit him suddenly, he had seen this mask before in some horror movie his ex liked to watch, but did she get this for him and if so when and why?

He brushed aside his worried thoughts, at least she did one thing good for him. A costume is a costume, and so he began getting ready for the party. Analyzing the mask, he began to think about ways he could wear it but not look too dweeby or stupid. He wanted something simple and sexy, and so he pulled off the sweat soaked tank top he had worn to the gym and brought it to his nose. Taking in a whiff, his eyes shot open as the musk invaded his nostrils, making a mental note to wash it and tossed it to the side.

Placing a chain around his neck, putting a gold watch on, and tossing on some fuck-boy grey sweatpants, his pussy hunter costume was almost complete. He chuckled, from experience once girls see a chain, an expensive watch, and a nice bulge through your grey sweats, they come running. He spritzed some cologne to mask some of his masculine scent that he abstained from washing off, knowing the pheromones would drive the girls crazy. Jess smirked to himself in the mirror, “I’m hot as fuck.” His afternoon pump perfectly accentuated his muscles and under this lighting, even he would fuck him, that is if he was a fag which would never happen. He ran his hands over his crystal cut abs and flexed his biceps, getting one good look at his body before he headed out.

“Fuckkkk, I’m so ready for this shit,” he beamed, ready to put the cherry on top. He grabbed the mask, which surprisingly felt heavier than before and put it on. At first vision was a bit hazy, but quickly, his sight adjusted to his limited vision through the eye holes. Looking at himself in the mirror, he smirked under his mask and said to himself, “Alright sexy, let’s go score some.”

Almost instantly, a foreign voice responded. It was a cold, steady voice and yet there was this air of confidence that caused Jess to stop in his tracks and shudder. “Now now, are we sure you’re ready Jess?”

Jess whipped around, searching for the source of the voice but there was nothing to be found. “What the fuck? Who the fuck is there?” he shouted angrily, albeit a bit muffled through the mask, to nothing but the air.

“There’s no one there, I’m up here,” the voice responded almost menacingly.

Jess shot his face up to his ceiling but again, nothing there.

“No you idiot not up there, up here, in your mind.”

Rolling his eyes under the mask, Jess couldn’t help but laugh at his stupidity for seriously believing an invisible force was speaking to him. “Ooooookay I get it now. Someone put a scary mask in my closet as some dumbass Halloween prank and like there’s a speaker inside for whoever’s talking on the other end right? Fuuuunnnnyyy. Lemme just take this shit- huh why can’t I take this shit off?” Jess flushed red with panic, beginning to erratically pull off the mask that almost seemed glued to his face. “HEY FUCKER stop whatever this shit is okay? Funny fuckin’ prank now lemme take it off!”

The sinister voice returned, “Now why would I do that? It’s too late anyway, I’ve already sealed myself to your face. Which, let’s be honest, I did you a favor covering up that ugly mug of yours for all eternity. This body is… delightful, but that face, well, let’s just say there are some things you just can’t fix in life.”

Waves of anxiety and fear washed over Jess as he began to feel truly panicked. What the fuck was happening to him? His mind raced with thoughts as his instinct to scream for help kicked in but alas, nothing came out. His eyes widened with horror and as if his soul began to slip away, he fought to maintain control of his body.

“Don’t you mean, my body? Don’t be too surprised, what good of an evil entity would I be if I couldn’t read your mind too? Your vessel is mine now Jess, and what a wonderful one it is. You’ve really put in the work to make yourself forget about the fat, ugly little shit you once were.

Jess doubled over, feeling the weakness spread like a plague through his most prized possession, his body. Through a winced voice, he pleaded, “How did you even know…. please just let me go I’ll do anything.”

In his mind, the voice spoke again, “I know everything Jess. Really you can’t expect me to take over your body without learning about you first, that’s just rude. That ex-girlfriend huh, cheaters make me sick… too bad you were such a shitty boyfriend, she had no other choice.”

As Jess stumbled out of the bathroom towards the front door for help, barely strong enough to keep himself up straight, he weakly coughed out, “Fuck you.”

“Now now now, that’s no way to talk to a new friend. I mean it’s true, you were so obsessed with your physique you ignored her for days at a time. Ghosting her for days and responding only when you got horny, putting getting drunk with your boys before being with her, even cancelling on dates so you could get a quick work out in? You’re a man child. And look at you now, all those muscles didn’t help did they?

Jess was crawling on the floor, just making it to the front door as he reached up and weakly began to twist the door knob. He barely had the strength to keep up his muscle packed body, the heaviness overpowering what little power he had left. As the last bit of adrenaline left his system, his dreams of escaping the nightmare disappeared as he lost the strength to move his body. He fell completely flat to the floor, and almost as if he was a puppet tied to strings, his mind watched in terror as his body raised itself to his knees, then fully stood up, making its way over to the living room mirror.

Next Jess watched as his arms moved on their own, grabbing his rock hard bulge through his sweats, causing some pre-cum to gush out and fill his boxers. “Let’s take a pic for the memories,” his own voice said out loud without his willing. Almost instantly, his body took out his phone, flexed, and snapped a quick photo before tossing it to the side.

Jess just observed in shock and fright, lost as to how he could even fight this. Then, both his arms raised up, exposing the musky jungles under his arms to the outside world. “Whew boy, maybe the first thing I’ll do with this body take a shower!” he sneered, not before long however, his body turned to his pits and buried the masked face into it, taking in deep breaths of the must, “or maybe not… I have to say your body is quite a marvel, I never believed such stink could smell sooooo good.”

The mask started to control Jess to feel up and down himself and rub his cockprint, causing the entity to moan out in pleasure, even making Jess who could only watch in horror, feel good. “Now this might be a little sick, but there’s a little thing I like to do after I take over a new vessel,” Jess’s voice explained as he checked himself out the mirror, “How about… I make your worst fears come true?”

Though he could feel tears streaming down his face beneath the mask, there was no sound of crying escaping Jess’ mouth, all he felt was sorrow and despair. “Are you ready? Here’s my favorite part!” His body puffed his chest out and flexed his biceps as a powerful dark energy suddenly surged through his veins. Jess felt only dread as his body began to expand and inflate with fat and muscle outwards, as his once fit and cut physique bulged into this bulky mammoth of a man. His once decent pecs bulged with fat as they became heavy jugs that weighed down his form substantially. Beneath the shadow of his now tits, the abs he had slaved his youth away for slipped away beneath a slight layer of fat blanketing his stomach. Jess screamed and pleaded from within his own mind for the being to stop, that his punishment was severe enough, but the torture was far from over.

“Yeahhh this is more like it! You’re fuckin huge bro,” maniacally laughed the entity controlling his body, “I don’t think you’ll ever be able to stand on a scale again! But really, don’t think you’ll be needing to worry about that.”

It was right, his body was a behemoth now, not fat, but far bigger than he ever was before. Jess was defeated and with the forfeit, his mind began to fade away into the aether.

“Ah ah ah, not so fast. I think there’s a better way for me to finally get rid of you…”

“I think this whole thing got me pretty fuckin horny, how about we give this body for a test drive?” Without hesitation, the entity pulled down his sweats and boxers, revealing his cock in full 9” mast.

Jess’ now meaty hands gripped the rock hard member and began to stroke it back and forth. Precum spouted out of his dick, dripping onto the floor and coating his cock in a thick lubricant. The entity moaned in hunger and pride, supremely pleased by how well his vessel turned out, squeezing Jess’ member and alienating the pressure with each stroke. The waves of pleasure even aroused Jess who even in the depths of his own mind could feel how amazing it was. His body panted, breathing heavy as sweat glistened from his skin. The monster teased the throbbing member, edging it closer and closer to ejaculation, torturing even Jess as he pleaded for sweet release. And that was exactly what the mask would deliver.

“Did you ever wonder why the mask takes the form of a screaming face? It’s the last thing my vessels do as they expel their hosts from their body!”

Jess’ mind was broken down and absorbed into his own cum filled balls and with one final stroke, the entity released his new flesh and bones’s load upon the mirror. With his sweet release, Jess let out a final scream, instantly causing the mask to mold itself to Jess’ final facial expression of pleasure and torture following the sick joke of each new victims’ final faces turning into the mask.

The new Jess smirked, seeing the last remnants of this vessel’s original owner splattered across the now cum-covered mirror. Another successful Halloween if he did say so himself.

A sudden buzz alerted “Jess” as his tossed aside phone vibrated with new messages from his best friend Andre, with around another 20 messages he had missed while having his fun. He took out the device from his pockets and read the latest one.

broooo wyaaaaa u promiz3d yud b hier i’m hella drunk so jyst find me wen ur hier

Jess recalled his agreement to a costume party from earlier in the day, “An extremely juvenile activity, but alas, who am I to break a promise?”

Making his way to the party, he felt the ground beneath his feet for the first time in a long time. Nothing beats the one time a year he gets to have a corporeal form. Walking into party, Jess could feel as drunken heads and lustful eyes turned his way. The music was blaring loud and college students dressed up in ridiculous costumes plagued the room with their youth. Colors and lights flashed before his eyes as he made his way over to what he had in his memories as the human companion named Andre. Placing his weighty hand on the sweaty and shirtless man’s shoulder, Andre whipped around in his drunken stupor to find a large man in a Ghostface mask looking down at him.

“Wow Jess, you should have told me your human friend was this cute,” he lustfully professed aloud.

“WHAT WUZ THAT?” Andre yelled over the god awful ‘Monster Mash’ remix playing at the frat. “Yoooooo wtf waitttt Jess is that you? Did you start bulking mannn?”

Jess shouted loudly to conversate over the terrible music, “Yeah bro, it’s me, in the flesh. Sorry I took so long, had to go out and grab this mask for a last minute costume.”

“OHHH no worriez mannn. Thas a smart idea I just found sum chains and a doggy collar so I wuz like why not say I’m a pet kink for Halloween HAHA!! Don’t judge me bro for real this wuz all I got!” ALRIGHT BRO you ready to score some pussy?” Andre explained drunkenly, pointing sheepishly to the chain and collar around his neck. As he looked up at his bestfriend, a feeling deep inside Andre was telling him something was really off about Jess, but he shrugged it off and blamed it on the alcohol.

Jess laughed, “Yeah sorry dude I don’t think I’m really into that anymore.” A puzzled look was drawn across his best friend’s face. He reached his hand down to Andre’s chain leash and tugged at it, pulling his bestfriend right in front of him as their eyes locked. Andre froze, almost as if time stood still while everyone around him and Jess partied on.

“Who’s a good boy?” Jess questioned in a stern and commanding voice as he stared down hypnotically into Andre’s eyes.

At first there was a slight pause from Andre, a hesitation, but soon from the doggy’s mouth came a sound, “Rrrrruff!”

Jess felt blood rush begin to rush back down into his thick manhood and looked down to see that Andre’s bulge beneath his costume’s leather shorts was begging to be played with. With a smirk beneath the mask, Jess held onto Andre’s chain as they made their way back to his apartment.

This was the best Halloween ever.

possessionsofhunks

My friend and I hopped into these two hunks while at the beach and they didn’t even put a damn fight! Let’s just say we got really horny really quick and I started groping his monster while he started massaging my ass! Boy did we get hard and everyone was staring but we didn’t care because we were too horny to care. I mean come on who doesn’t wanna grope their best friend in another hunk’s body! So glad that he doesn’t have Calvin Klein underwear on underneath! I can totally feel his bulge getting hard! Plus I can feel the cum leaking out of his Dick!!

papermoon357

Fuck, finally. He hated being stuck as that dweeb. Shy, nerdy, constantly anxious, skinny, pale, uncool as fuck. Nothing like him. When he got control all traces of that dweeb disappeared, replaced with muscle and raw cocky fuck boy energy. Sure there was slight resemblance in the face, but there was no comparison when it came to his hard cut jaw and deep stare.

Their transformations were quick. He started as a headache before the heat took over and the kids frame started to stretch and pack on muscle. He knew had full control when the loser’s small pathetic dick finally sprouted into a true jock cock and he could smirk and flex with full freedom. At this point his other self was quick enough to shed his clothes when the changes started, but he didn’t mind flexing and shredding out of them.

He made sure to take a pic, knowing the loser would check his phone whenever he had control again. He knew that virgin might pretend to be terrified and furious but he was definitely jealous about what he became. Because who wouldn’t. This hot dumb sexy version of him was dreamed up somewhere. Hot bod, deep voice, pure confidence, monster cock- he could and did get any guy he wanted.

All he wanted more of, besides sex, muscle, and more followers was more time- full control- and he could tell he was gaining. He figured the more that nerd wanted to be him, giving in to the muscle and the narcissism, the more control he would get. So he took his pics, left his sweaty musky gym gear around, got as much dick and ass as he could, and sure enough the changes were getting more frequent and longer. Soon he would have full control.

possessionsofhunks

CJ Clarke is so god damn hot! I am so glad that I found a genie who could grant me my wish of possessing him! I was walking home from shopping when I stumbled upon a lamp. I didn’t know what to except at first but then I remembered seeing Aladdin rub the lamp and a genie came out. I rubbed the lamp and a genie popped out of it! “Hello master! I am your genie! How May I be of your service?!” The genie said with a sly look on his face! “Well I do have a major crush on this hot guy in my class! But he’s straight so I’ll never be with him!” But then an idea popped into my head! “Say, you wouldn’t happen to have the power to allow me to possess him whenever you want do you?” The genie got a shocked face but then turned into happiness! “Of course I have the power to do that!” “I wish I have the power to possess CJ Clarke when I want!” And with a snap of the genie’s fingers I was a ghost floating in the sky looking for CJ! I spotted him at house house doing a flex show in his Calvin Klein underwear! And boy was my ghost dick getting hard! I started playing with his monster and he noticed he was getting hard himself! “Hey what’s the big idea?! Why am I hard?!” “Boo!” I said startling him! “What are you?!” CJ said. “I’m about to be you!” I said phasing through his Calvin Klein underwear and up into his dick! We started fighting for control and doing the possession dance! All the while his dick was growing! After an hour long fight of shooting ropes of cum out of his dick I finally gained control! “Hubba Hubba! I am finally in his body! I can’t wait to use this monster of a dick on some twinks! Maybe I’ll even get a few hunky guys to pump their loads in me!” I said gripping my new 10 inch cock getting ready to jack off my cock!

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It's so disgusting what that nerd is doing with my body! I agreed to let him possess me just to do my exams, now he's jerking off all the time, doing some lewd poses and recording everything to show to his friends! He already aced every exam this semester, but he just don't give me back my body…

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Wow Coach!

Wow coach! I always thought you’d be hung but this is ridiculous! You’re the full package!

Being star quarterback of the football sure is great and all but when you have a coach as hot as mine? You would take any opportunity to swap bodies with him!

He approached me one afternoon with a proposition, it had been years since he’d played college football and he always wished he could play again. He said he had found a spell which could swap two the souls of two people as long as they both give consent. I asked how long we’d be swapped for and he said however long we want, of course I said yes.

So after a small ritual and a bit of a struggle, here we are. I am now coach Mathews and he is now Harry, the star quarterback, and my bitch.

At first I was thinking of swapping back within a week, but after seeing how well we have both adjusted into our new lives. I think it’s safe to say that this was a switch made in heaven!

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