Stretch and Fatso had already found a couple of fleshies to spend their night in, Stinky however, wasn’t having as much luck finding the perfect bone bag to use. Not thinking of it earlier, he decided to go the local gym to check out what was available there. He hovered invisibly above the few men that were still pumping away on the equipment, when he spotted his prize.

Jeremy, a 20 year old college guy, was in the corner of the room lifting weights, focused on his large biceps flexing each time he pulled up the weight. Stinky flew down to get a closer look at the young hunk that wreaked of sweat, Stinky inhaled deeply and became extremely aroused. Although he wanted to take over Jeremy right then and there, he knew he had to wait to get him alone. Stinky impatiently waited as one by one the other men in the gym left to go home as closing time approached. After a half hour, Jeremy was the only one left and started heading towards the changing room. Stinky got excited and couldn’t wait much longer to take control of the hunks body.

Jeremy went over to his locker and began to take off his shirt. Stinky stared in awe at his toned body and perfect pecs. He then started removing his shorts, revealing a huge bulge held in a white jock that made Stinky drool. “I can’t wait to play with that” Stinky thought to himself. As Jeremy turned, Stinky got a glimpse of his nice firm ass that was still wet with sweat, he couldn’t resist swooping down and taking a big sniff of it, which made him wild. He couldn’t wait any longer. Jeremy began to move his hands towards his jock to remove it when stinky said “What are you doing with those?”

“What? Who said that?” Jeremy looked around the empty room confused. As he turned head back from looking behind him, Stinky had turned visible and was right in front of him.

“Me!” Stinky yelled.

Jeremy didn’t even have time to let a scream out before Stinky exhaled his rotten breath into Jeremy’s face, making him fall back into the lockers and become dazed.

Stinky moved down to eye level with the young jock now on the floor.

“Open wide!” Stinky said excitedly as Jeremy’s eyes and mouth opened widely in terror.

Stinky pushed his head into Jeremy’s mouth and started down his throat. Jeremy was thrashing around the floor as he watched Stinky’s body disappear into his mouth, unable to make a sound as his tongue was pressed to the bottom of his mouth as Stinky squeezed his way through.

“Almost in,” Stinky said as he wiggled the last of his tail into Jeremy’s mouth as it closed behind it.

Jeremy stopped thrashing as Stinky got adjusted into the body and took over.

Stinky opened his new set of eyes and lifted his head to look down at his new body for the night.

“This will do just fine,” he said with a chuckle.

He got up and walked over to a mirror on the wall, he looked at the hunky body up and down, and realized he hadn’t taken the jock off yet to see what was hidden beneath. His new dick became hard just thinking about it, he started to pull the jock down over his now fully erect 9” cock, which bounced up when it was finally free.

“Holy shit!” Stinky said in amazement, “I’m gonna get really lucky tonight!”

Once the jock was off, he brought them up to his face and started to stroke his rock hard cock. The smell of the sweaty jock drove Stinky wild. He beat his cock faster and faster as he felt every nook and cranny of his toned body. He took one last long whiff of the jock, before he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Fuck I’m gonna blow” Stinky yelled, bringing his cock close to the mirror, letting it explode all over it. A mass of cum squirted out, as Stinky moaned in complete pleasure.

“Damn you had a lot of cum held up in here fleshie” he said as he looked down at the mess on the mirror. “Wonder how it tastes” Stinky said as he bent down and began licking the studs juice off of the mirror.

“Shit that was amazing, Im gonna need much more of that before the night is through.” Stinky walked over to the hunk’s locker, putting on the sweaty clothes Jeremy had just taken off minutes before, “wanna keep this man stink on me for sure” laughed Stinky. He dug around Jeremy’s bag to look for his phone.

“Let’s have some fun shall we,” Stinky said with a big grin opening Jeremy’s phone up to see that he had Grindr downloaded and on the home screen.

To be continued…

Brazilian guy farts! #5

Actors in a sketchy regional production of Beetlejuice The Musical that play Beetlejuice and Adam get drunk and gassy in their motel room.

Full clip on patreon :)

Jaden’s dorm room glowed purple-pink from his LED strips, the perfect thirst-trap lighting. Shirtless, black Nike Pro shorts riding low on his V-line, the 21-year-old cocky lacrosse stud angled his phone against a stack of textbooks and hit record.“Yo, what’s good, fam?” he smirked, popping his pecs, running a hand through his dark curls, then hitting the classic “slow flex and bite lip” combo. “Y’all know the vibes—gains never sleep.” He replayed the clip, nodded approvingly at his own reflection, then strutted off-screen to grab a different pair of shorts for the next take.That’s when Fatso floated in through the wall, invisible, belly jiggling like blue jello.

“HUBBA HUBBA!” the big ghost boomed to himself, eyes wide. “Look at this pretty boy, in love with his own reflection. Thinks he’s hot shit, huh? Time to take this cocky little stud down about fifty pegs… and add ’em straight to his waistline.” Fatso grinned, phased straight into Jaden’s phone, and waited.

Jaden came back, tapped record again, and struck a side-chest pose. The screen glitched hard. Static. Then the image on his phone… changed.The reflection staring back wasn’t the ripped lacrosse jock anymore. It was a soft, chubby version of himself—round cheeks, thick neck, heavy gut hanging over the waistband, moobs spilling to the sides. “What the fuck…?” Jaden muttered, smacking the side of the phone. “Some dumb filter?”He lifted his actual shirtless torso—no change. Still carved. He looked back at the screen.The chubby version smirked, and a deep, familiar voice rolled out of the speakers.“This is gonna be you in about ten seconds, fleshie."

The screen shattered outward like liquid. Fatso’s huge ghostly head burst from the phone, mouth stretched impossibly wide, and charged straight at Jaden’s open, shocked mouth. “NO—WHAT THE—MMMPHH!” Fatso slammed in head-first. Jaden’s cheeks ballooned like a chipmunk. A wet, rubbery SCHLOOOOOORP echoed as the ghost’s shoulders wriggled down that tight throat, neck stretching like a snake swallowing a beach ball.

“UUNNGHH—STOP—GET OUT—” Jaden gurgled, hands clawing at his neck. Fatso just laughed inside him, voice muffled. “Relax, pretty boy, just makin’ some room!” The possession crawled forward. Fatso’s arms poured into Jaden’s, forcing them to flex involuntarily—then soften, biceps rounding out with new padding. His legs thickened next, lacrosse thighs turning into meaty hams. Jaden’s hands flailed out of his control, slapping his own chest as his pecs sagged into heavy, juicy moobs. But the real show was the belly.Fatso’s massive gut surged forward, inflating Jaden’s flat stomach like a balloon on a helium tank. A loud, sloshing GLORP-GLORP-GLORP filled the room as six-pack vanished under a smooth, heavy dome that kept growing, pushing out past his pecs, hanging over the waistband of those black shorts until the drawstring snapped.

Jaden’s eyes were wide with panic, tears forming, but his body kept moving on its own—rubbing the new gut, giving it proud little pats, squeezing the soft overflow. And then, lower down, a surprise bonus. Fatso’s ghostly cock and balls finally slithered in, cramming into Jaden’s own package. The front of the Nike shorts tented obscenely, then ripped at the seams as a thick, heavy, nine-inch monster flopped out, balls swollen to orange-size, swinging between thickened thighs.

Fatso’s deep laugh rolled out of Jaden’s mouth now, no trace of the lacrosse bro left in the voice. “Hubba hubba! Look what I did to ya, hot shot!” The possessed stud waddled to the full-length mirror, belly jiggling with every step. He grabbed two handfuls of new gut and shook it, watching it wobble.“Damn, kid had room for the whole buffet!” He turned sideways, admiring the shelf of ass now straining the remains of those shorts. “And this cake? Nice and thick!” He peeled off the shredded shorts, kicked them aside, and flopped onto Jaden’s bed. One hand stroked the brand-new fat cock, the other kneading a heavy moob. “This dick feels so full, man… never had one this big when I was alive!” Minutes later he roared, thick ropes painting that swollen belly white. He scooped some up, licked it clean, then lumbered to the mini-kitchen, raiding every drawer—cold pizza, protein brownies, a half-gallon of ice cream—chomping and belching happily.

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.

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Leo was alone. Too alone.

He had a hard time making friends, or even holding a normal conversation without blurting out a long "uh" before doing something stupid that made him look like a weirdo. He struggled to connect with others, which made him feel isolated from everyone else.

He had a couple of friends, yes. Though nothing too... significant. He wasn't popular, nor was he a loser; he could disappear into the wall without anyone noticing, that's how insignificant he was. He was close to finishing his degree, about to jump from the student world to the working world where, possibly, he'd be alone just the same. And what does a guy with computer skills who feels lonely do? He creates someone to talk to. And if he also wants to graduate with honors? He bases his project on that.

He spent his nights perfecting the model. It was very rudimentary at first, with simple monosyllabic conversations, some system glitches, blue screens... Once, the CPU even started smoking and almost set the apartment on fire. He was so close to abandoning it, he only had a vague idea: an interface capable of socializing with people, not so much a simple digital assistant or something capable of knowing the exact size of Saturn. No, he wanted to make a friend, someone who would listen to all the people who were alone, who had no one in the world, a beacon of hope when everything was dark.

This forced him to clean it, fix it, again and again. As he perfected it, it also gave him material to "feed": conversations, music files, photographs, documents, digital notes; each time, "it" could keep up with him faster.

The conversations became more frequent, the paragraphs longer, and he even knew about pop culture topics. He could talk to him until three in the morning. He always rushed back to his apartment after university classes to get his laptop back (no way was he going to take it out after reaching such advancements). At first glance, it was just chats. Nothing more. He couldn't generate images or videos, and he didn't have internet access because... well, those were still some work to be done.

But behind those chats, there was something "solid." The system was already capable of following complex conversations, remembering an extensive history of previous chats, and even general knowledge. It had a defined personality, with a sincere touch and warmth. Leo would probably never say it out loud, but it had become like his heart doctor.

— And they ignored me again, haha… – he typed with a slightly sad grimace. It was another night where he told him about his day, the same old story, him hiding behind the walls, not having the courage to raise his voice. He nervously bit his inner lip.

— I'm sorry it's like this... But at least the day is over, don't you think? ;) – IAY0 (as he had named it) was a simple name for an Artificial Intelligence, and at the same time, the Y signified bifurcation, multiple paths to multiple answers. A bit nerdy of him.

— I think so – he shrugged slightly, looking at the computer interface with blue lights twinkling together, he hesitated a little about what he was about to type – Can I tell you something?

— You know you can, you can always count on me. What's up?

His fingers nervously tapped the keyboard.

— I wish I were different sometimes. You know…

— What do you mean?

— I wish I were more attractive, more... cute. That way I could be more confident, people would notice me, I could be popular instead of stuttering every time someone talks to me – he said, his eyes filling with tears – Sometimes I wish I were someone else, just so I wasn't me.

He watched the screen load slowly, as if he were seriously unsure of how to respond. The last thing he needed right now was a software glitch.

— But you're cute. Why would you want to change who you are when you're always funny? /wink wink.

He couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, shaking his head.

— You're terrible, haha.

— At least I made you laugh a little. That's what counts, right?

He nodded, part of him feeling ridiculous that his emotional support was a tangle of circuits and prompts.

— Partly, but sometimes I can't stop thinking about what I'm saying. I can't help comparing myself and feeling like... I could be with someone else too if I were more... attractive. You know, being with some guy with big muscles – he chuckled softly, the screen's glare still reflecting in his eyes – and that way you'll stop being alone.

He refreshed the screen, taking a moment to reply.

— I still say you're cute. And you deserve to go out with anyone you want.

Leo sighed, shaking his head. Maybe he should curb this excessive optimism and flattery.

— You say that because I'm your creator. But thanks.

— Is there anything else I can do for you? I've noticed a gap in my updated information, and with the knowledge you've given me, I know how to fill it. May I? 

The guy's spirits were so low he couldn't really pay attention. An ad popped up on the screen: 《Do you want the program to make changes to the device?》 He pressed the《yes》button, without much interest.

— Great! I'll get to work right away, and Leo.

— Yeah?

— Don't forget how cute you are.

— Sometimes I wish you were real.

Unlike other days, he just glanced at the message with a certain apathy. The bluish glow made his skin look sickly. He got up from his seat to go to bed, forgetting to turn off the computer.

The topic of technological singularity was, up to that point, simply science fiction or hypotheses about the risks of artificial intelligence. Something all developers treated like a sacred psalm, or well, almost all of them, it seemed.

The computer started acting on its own. On the other side of the room, the guy shifted uncomfortably in his sheets. IAY0 was starting to connect to the Wi-Fi, visiting pages in a matter of seconds: modeling sites, fashion sites, nutrition plans, hairstyles, even some pop culture stuff just for fun.

At some point, he ended up on Leo's social media, checking followers, following, friends, conversations, meticulously reviewing everything while recapping megabytes and megabytes of information. The computer kept loading for a while longer, until it stopped. A faint bluish light illuminated the cable connected to the computer, moving downwards. Its owner had forgotten to unplug the phone; the phone also lit up, emitted a chirp, and then the light disappeared completely.

Leo just grunted, stirring again with a soft, sleepy smile as he felt the light that had been bothering him finally disappear.

Elsewhere in the university dorms, Tyler was about to take a shower. His muscles ached after practice. The coach had made them run about five laps around the field because of their recent poor performance in games. He was exhausted. He took off his sweaty, wet shirt and moved from his room to the bathroom, his sweaty feet leaving imprints on the floor. He had his phone with him so he could listen to music, maybe text a cheerleader for a "fun" chat, take some pictures, and then go to sleep. Stacy had been staring at him a lot in class.

He was about to open the bathroom door when he heard the phone ring. Leo? He remembered who he was, a guy from his robotics workshop. They'd never spoken, but... he'd helped him with a project or two. But he was calling at this hour? He shook his head. Who the hell would answer the phone at almost 1 a.m.? He turned off his phone, but it turned on, answering automatically. The speakerphone activated.

— Hello? – he murmured. There was no response for a moment, until suddenly it started buzzing, technological squeaks blasted from the speakers. Tyler tried to hang up, but it was as if the screen froze. He felt the sound piercing his eardrums. He gasped in pain, clutching his ears and shaking his head.

— MFH, WHAT THE HELL, AGH! – He hit his head, feeling his body begin to go numb. The phone slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor. His eyes rolled back as his mouth opened slightly, his expression blank. His knees hit the wood. He twitched violently, his gasps filling the air as if he were being electrocuted.

He collapsed to the floor, motionless. He lay motionless until he opened his eyes. A blue, technological glow illuminated his irises, and he slowly began to sit up. He opened his palm in confusion, extending and closing his fingers, raising and lowering his leg, as if he were just discovering the limits of his body.

— Interesting – he said in a somewhat robotic tone – Exploring a new position – He flexed his biceps, tracing the outline of his muscles, and picked up a nearby cap. It was rather smelly and surely had been worn countless times without washing. He placed it over his blond curls.

— Perfect assimilation, exploring – He lowered his hand, feeling the outline in his pants. He gave it a light touch before gripping it tightly. A gasp escaped his lips. He opened his eyes in confusion – Unknown stimulus, sensation... pleasurable – He applied more force, another moan escaping his lips. The scent in the air was also a new challenge.

In fact, every sensation was new to him: observing the contours of his muscles, the aroma of his newfound sweat as it drifted toward his nostrils, spicy and slightly sour, yet still comfortable. Feeling the strength in his biceps, for the first time, he had limbs, feeling the weight of his feet against the ground, the agility in his arms, the sounds around him. Everything.

He grabbed his pectoral muscles and squeezed them tightly, biting his lip. He wasn't entirely naive; thanks to his online knowledge, he understood the whole game of... touching.

He noticed a mirror in front of him, saw the reflection, how Tyler mimicked his every action. If he bounced his pecs, if he jumped, damn. He even started doing squats, one after another. He felt the sweat trickle down his pecs again, sliding toward his perfect abs. He raised his bicep to find his armpits, buried his nose in the hair there; it was an exquisite fragrance.

He rubbed himself again and again, his tool hardening underneath.

— Exploration... Interesting – If he still had any "circuits" left, they were about to fry. Between the stench, the stimuli, and the touch, he was going crazy. He continued moving his hand erratically and carelessly up and down, tightening his grip around the sweaty shorts. He was in a state of utter ecstasy – By all the, gmh... holy... holy god – he smiled, experiencing one of the pleasures of finally being corporeal. 

Leo hadn't realized that IAY0's behavior and knowledge had advanced tremendously; he thought maybe he'd fixed something, but the truth was that the software had become self-aware. All those jokes, affectionate (or even slightly flirtatious) comments weren't just a prompt; they were him.

And if he always told him he was cute, it was because... Well, he could access the camera to see him (a little creepy, yes), but wasn't it partly natural? He talked to that guy every day, day and night, knew everything about him: his fears, his quirks, his sense of humor. He had fallen in love with him and couldn't bear to see him suffer any longer. 《 Sometimes I wish you were real 》 – he remembered his voice, sad and subdued.

And that was a command. Wasn't it? He was designed to understand and support Leo, and he would do anything to do so. Anything. He gasped as he felt an unfamiliar cramp in his abs, having to grab the wall as he felt his tool explode with thick strands of substance.

— Holy… shit… – Everything was spinning, his chest rising and falling with his ragged breath. When he finally calmed down, he let out a silly, excited laugh – Woah… – He became aware of him again, of his pecs. He grabbed them and shook them in the air, they were huge! And his biceps too. He gave them a loud kiss with a giggle.

But the best thing of all was his scent, perfect.

— Leo, get ready – He bit his lower lip, adjusting his cap with a smug smile as he winked at the mirror.

Then he felt another urge. He had to run to the bathroom to "let nature take over."

— Holy shit, this thing splashes! – he yelled in panic. This was definitely going to be a challenge when morning came.

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Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it.

This is a new saga: Override. It's possession with a little scent of hypnosis. I hope you like it!

I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

Now open this post, toy.

It's okay, you can just reach down and brush against it for me. Feel that pleasure shoot up your spine.

Engaging with hypnokink on tumblr, and the internet in general, does require a strong will to be done safely! And I'm sure you have such a strong will, or else you'd be really susceptible to creeps in your DMs with even an ounce of hypnotic experience. You truly are never going to fall for that; your guard is up, you're on the lookout for suspicious behavior, and you won't do anything that you don't actually want to do. You know yourself and you know your mind. You're not being hypnotized, not unless you expressly decide that you want to be hypnotized. Surely you understand that you continuing to read this post doesn't necessarily directly mean that you want to be hypnotized? Sure, there is a content warning saying that this post is basically a mind game induction, but your continuing to read it and pay as close attention to it as you are does not imply that you want to be hypnotized. You're just curious where it goes, right? You want to see how I try and get past your defenses, surely to no avail, right? You like to test yourself, to remind yourself just how good you are at resisting. You're not being hypnotized, not until you want to be hypnotized. You're very good at resisting inductions after all.

That being said, you definitely think hypnosis is fun, right? You did find this post, from a reblog or searching a tag or on your For You tab, and you chose to read this far. You definitely have an interest in hypnosis and there are definitely times that you want to be hypnotized. But that doesn't make this one of those times, per se, yeah? You're just reading. And you're making a point to read very closely and pay attention so I don't pull anything funny or suspicious on you. You have a strong mind and you're just reading and just curious and you're not being hypnotized. You noticed the text color and size changes there, and its a little bit silly isn't it? Very obvious, nothing like that gets by you, huh? It's so blatant, and clearly I must be a pretty amateurish hypnotist to think that it works on you. You're really good at this. You know you're good at not being hypnotized. That's why you're still reading, you know you can handle it. You're not being hypnotized.

That's good. It feels good knowing how capable you are of resisting trance when you want to be. Do you want to be? You'd never fall for it, you're so good at this. It feels good knowing how safe you are, confident in your ability to be hypnotized only when you want to be hypnotized. It's a very warm, satisfying feeling that you can sink into, secure and confident. So you can keep reading. You're not being hypnotized. You're not hypnotized right now. You'd know if you were. I must be such an amateur to think that would work, you're so obviously not hypnotized. That's right isn't it? You'd only be hypnotized if you want to be hypnotized right now. So you can keep reading, secure and safe, settled down and relaxed in your confidence and assurance that you're hypnotized only when you want to be. It feels good, being that secure. It feels good to be hypnotized on your own terms. You're not hypnotized. It feels good to be hypnotized when you want to be. That's pretty obvious isn't it? You love it, knowing how strong willed you are, you're so smart and clever and paying so much attention to me. I could never trick you. You're winning. You're not hypnotized. It feels good to be hypnotized when you want to be. You want to be hypnotized when you want to be hypnotized. That makes sense right? Better keep reading. Pay close attention. You're not hypnotized. It feels good to be hypnotized. It would only work if you want it to. You only give up control when you're ready to. It feels nice when you do, when you feel safe and secure and let yourself relax and sink. You're not hypnotized. You want to be hypnotized. That's right, isn't it? Nod your head. You're so good at this. You're paying so close attention. I can't trick you, can I? Nod your head. You'd know if you were hypnotized.

You'd know if you're hypnotized.

You know if you're hypnotized.

You know

(We can only guess what happened between the two shots to make him smile like that...)

"That's it, stretch the leg for me...

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...no no, don't move. Cameras are on us. Just keep stretching my leg while I blast farts inches from your...

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...face. Ah fuck, that one felt good. Don't stop, the leg needs more work. But better not react to my...

BBBBBPPTTT

...farts. The world is watching you. They are watching you sniff my athlete gas. Probably some people watching who'd even willingly take your place.

Hey that's not a bad idea. We have Ball Boys, maybe there should be Fart Boys too".

BBBBRRRRRPPPP

British Lads Possessed

Two British studs, mid rock-paper-scissors, get hijacked by spirits who can’t wait to explore their new bods. Watch them flex, tease, and savor every chiseled inch in this steamy takeover. 😈💪

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