Everyone Loves A Niche - Part 2
(Original story posted June 30th 2024) This story has been significantly Updated!
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Justin awoke the next morning feeling strange. His mind was hazy. He couldn’t even remember going to bed. His confusion would only worsen however as he pushed his face up off the pillow to see none other than his dad’s bedroom. He couldn’t think why he would’ve fallen asleep in here rather than his own room. He rubbed his eyes a little as he turned over and sat up slightly. He blinked a couple times before he finally noticed what he was wearing. It looked like one of his dad’s work suits? And his hands. They seemed older and rougher than he recalled. And his face felt scratchier than normal…
And then it all came rushing back.
“Oh… right.” He mumbled. “I’m dad now.” The slightly deeper tone of his dad’s voice sounded so foreign. He recognised it of course but to hear it coming out of his own mouth made his head spin.
Justin sat up properly before holding his head in his hands. His memory of the prior evening was a little hazy at first. He remembered sinking into his dad’s body and taking over. That part was crystal clear. He woke up soon after in full control of father’s form. After that his memory was a bit fuzzy. He pressed his fingers to his temples in an effort to remember and eventually it came to him. After the possession he started to feel drunk and ended up getting handsy with himself in front of his younger brother. And then… “Ah fuck.” Memories of what he’d said to Ollie quickly flooded back in a rush that caused his cheeks to glow red with embarrassment. “Whyyyy did I say thaaaat…” He grumbled.
Justin knew he should probably go find Ollie but he couldn’t help getting distracted by his new body. He’d hardly gotten a chance to feel or explore it last night. To get acquainted with this form. And he was just soooo curious. Curious in a way that made him excited. Too excited. Like he just wanted to rip his dad’s suit off and grope every inch of his father’s older body. It was fucked up. So fucked up that he couldn’t even put it into words. He wouldn’t say he was ever that attracted to his own dad before all this. Not like this. Sure he was a good looking guy and all but it was his own dad for fuck sake! Yet now he couldn’t help slobbering at the sight of his new body. Even his dick wouldn’t stop twitching as it stiffened in his suit pants. His dad’s dick…
Every instinct in his body was telling him to whip out the cock that brought him into this world and pump it until he exploded. And he nearly did. The urge was unbelievably strong. He ran a hand over his growing bulge, shivering with delight as he traced the outline of his new dick. He wanted to jerk it so badly. I wanted to feel its weight in his hands. He wanted to cradle his father’s balls!
He swung his legs off the bed before planting his socked feet on the floor. As he stood up it became even harder to ignore the way his erection tented in his pants. He told himself that he shouldn’t give in. That he should just leave it alone and apologise to Oliver for everything he’d said. But as he turned to head towards the door, his gaze landed on a mirror across the bedroom.
Justin was entranced. He couldn’t bring himself to look away. Reflected back at him was none other than the face of his own father. It was a familiar face that he’d know his whole life. He recognised every feature. But now… it all belonged to him. He struggled to process it for a moment. It was one thing to look down and see a different body. It was another to look into a mirror and see a face that wasn’t your own. It had to be one of the most disorienting experiences of Justin’s life. His brain could barely process the way his dad’s reflection mimicked his every expression. It made his heart race. Even more adrenaline began pumping through his veins. For a moment he thought he was gonna pass out. Instead, his dick only throbbed harder.
He moved towards the mirror until he was close enough to place a hand against the glass. His father's hand. His reflection copied every movement, showing Justin the reality he and his brother had created. And he loved it. The ritual had gone off without a hitch. His father’s body belonged to him!
“I’m Nick.” He said flatly. His dad’s dick pulsed again. “I’m Nick.” He repeated. He could practically feel the precum drooling into his underwear. He couldn’t stop himself. Justin lunged forwards and pressed his lips against the glass, kissing his reflection. The visual sent sparks through his brain that caused him to press his bulge up against the mirror too. Before long he found himself humping his own reflection in a lustful frenzy. He must’ve been at it for a good 10 minutes or so before he finally dug up the strength to pull away.
“I’m… my own fucking dad…” He said at last. He was about to slip a hand under his belt before hesitating. He sighed. He couldn’t do this now. Not when Ollie could walk in at any second. It would’ve been bad enough had Ollie seen him humping the mirror, let alone beating their dad’s meat. And so Justin took a deep breath before straightening his clothes and winking at his reflection.
———
The new man of the house made his way out of the bedroom and towards Ollie’s room. He hummed nonchalantly, seeing the room was empty before heading towards the stairs instead. He still wasn’t used to his new weight, evident by how he practically stomped down the stairs.
“There you are.” Justin said, seeing his brother (or rather his son), perched on the sofa with his nose buried in the magic book again. “Look. I just wanted to say… about last night I-” Justin didn’t even get a chance to finish apologising before Ollie cut him off.
“Yeah yeah it’s fine. Quick you need to see this!” He replied urgently, ushering Justin to come look at the book.
Justin was a little surprised at how quickly Ollie brushed off last night’s events but that only made him more concerned as to what was so important. He made his way over, looking over the smaller man’s shoulder and at the page Ollie was trying to show him. “Okay? What am I supposed to be looking at?”
Ollie went on to explain how he thought that their dad might’ve disrupted one of the runes that he’d drawn last night. Likely while he was thrashing around during the possession. He showed Justin the rune in the book before taking him to the circle and showing the smudged rune as well as the chalk on their dad’s shoes.
“So… on the bright side Dad didn’t disrupt any of the runes helping to facilitate the actual possession itself. That could’ve ended in pure disaster. But on the other hand…”
“I might be stuck inside dad forever.” Justin finished the sentence with a look of disbelief on his face. Not knowing how to think, feel or even process any of it.
Ollie placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, having had all evening and morning to think about the situation. “Not necessarily. There might be something else in the book that can help us undo this. There’s so many spells and rituals in here that we’ve hardly even looked at yet.” He said as calmingly as possible.
The look on Justin’s face made it seem as though he was gonna snap any second. Whether it be him panicking, crying, screaming. Sure he was already enjoying his father’s body a lot more than he should probably admit but… forever? Permanent? He hadn’t signed up for that. And yet, instead of the volatile reaction Ollie was expecting, Justin simply closed his eyes and breathed slowly. In and out. In and out. Until his heart had finally stopped feeling like it was about to explode.
“Okay.” Justin said flatly. “I’m going to call in sick for today like we planned so I can get used to being in dad’s body. You start getting your stuff together for university. It won’t be long before your bus gets here.” He seemed eerily relaxed all of a sudden.
“Are you sure? I can call in sick as well if you-”
“No. It’s fine. I’ll be alright. Just leave me to figure this out.”
Ollie glanced at Justin, his father/brother’s gaze locked onto the smudged rune. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what was going through his head. Him having no reaction almost seemed worse than having a meltdown. He was about to argue until-
“Did you hear what I said?! Grab your stuff and get your ass on that bus. Now.” Justin said firmly, mimicking their father’s authoritative tone almost perfectly. He sounded exactly like their dad would whenever they did something to piss him off.
Ollie did as he was told. Leaving to get his Uni stuff together as Justin continued to stand in thought. Soon afterwards, he was tugging on his coat and slinging a bag over his shoulder as he approached the front door. Before leaving he turned again, looking down the hallway to see Justin still hadn’t moved an inch.
“I’m Uhh… going now.” Ollie said awkwardly.
“Yup.” Justin responded. “Have a good day… son.” He added in an odd tone.
Ollie couldn’t help being a little weirded out but he didn’t question it. Simply nodding as he turned and left without another word.
Justin’s ears twitched at the sound of the front door closing again. He was alone. At last. He sighed, looking down at his body and then back at the disturbed rune on the dining room floor. Was he really stuck like this now he wondered as he flexed his hands. Stuck as an older man? Stuck as a Dad? The thought should’ve felt more terrifying to him than it actually was. If anything he was still trying to decipher his feelings. And it quickly became clear that standing around staring at a chalk circle wasn’t going to help understand them.
———
Soon after Justin made his way back to the mirror in his father’s bedroom. Staring at it. Studying it. His eyes mere inches away from the surface as they traced over every aspect of his mature masculine face. His father’s face. Viewing it as his own while his father’s features moved to his whim. Seeing his eyebrows dance and his lips purse at his command. It was strangely satisfying to say the least. Invigorating even. A feeling that was only further intensified when he brought his hands up to his face to touch and feel every feature as if to confirm that his reflection was the truth. Even after his little escapade with the mirror earlier, he still struggled to fully grasp this new reality. Especially now with the added knowledge that it could be permanent. But that didn’t stop him from enjoying the feeling of running his finger across his cheeks, adoring the addictive sensation of his father’s scratchy stubble. And how could he possibly stop there.
“Fuuuuuck… that’s good.” Justin grunted, getting high merely on the sound of his own voice as he stepped back from the mirror a little. Just enough so that he could get a fuller view of himself so he could admire just how well his dad’s body filled out this suit. Both the shirt and pants clung tight to his form in all the right places. So much so that it made him thirsty. So god damn thirsty for what was underneath. “Gotta take this fucking shirt off…”
Within moments Justin had undone every button of his dad’s white dress shirt, swiftly tugging it off his arms before tossing it onto the bed behind him. He couldn’t help but grin at the sight of his new lean pecs, immediately bringing both hands up to explore them. Once again being reminded of how great it felt to actually have hair on his chest! Just firm hairy pecs that felt amazing to caress. Loving even more how that hair extended along a happy trail down his stomach and towards his crotch where his bulge was already growing once more.
“Mmmmhff… I’m getting hard again.” He groaned as he gripped his crotch. He knew he wouldn’t be able to resist it this time. “Dad’s cock really has a mind of its own. Fuck. I can barely control this thing. His libido hasn’t gone down a bit…” His dick strained against his pants, begging to be set free now more than ever. “This is what Dad has to deal with everyday?” He mumbled, once again reminding himself that this may very well be a part of his life from now on.
But that didn’t stop him from turning around and checking out his dad’s ass.
Justin couldn’t help biting his lip at the sight. His well fitted suit pants perfectly framing his new man butt. His hands practically flew to his backside to give those cheeks a generous squeeze and in doing so Justin could’ve sworn his cock was about to break free with how it bucked involuntarily. His dad’s ass felt amazing. Tight yet plump and so well shaped. Considering how his dad’s body was more lean than buff, it was surprising how thick his ass actually was. That didn’t stop it from feeling soft and malleable in his hands though.
“God I wanna fuck my own ass.” He grumbled to himself, imagining how heavenly it would feel to stuff his cock inside an ass just like the one he had now. The mere thought was driving him mad with lust. So much so that he couldn’t ignore his dick anymore. He’d danced around it for long enough. He had to see it.
Justin felt an odd wave of nervousness crash over him as he began to unbuckle his belt. Of course he wanted to see it but the idea of actually looking down and seeing his father’s cock standing tall and proud between his legs was weirdly daunting in a way that made his head throb with anticipation. He paused to gather himself before undoing the top button and zipper on his dad's suit pants. His mouth went dry as he hooked his thumbs under his pants and underwear. Then, with one last shaky breath, he tugged them down both at once. They pooled around his ankles, exposing his lower half and finally allowing his dad’s fat cock to spring forwards in all of its glory.
Justin stared down at the pulsing manhood between his legs, seemingly mesmerised by the sight of it. Just as the outline had suggested, it was big. Very big. At least 8 or so inches and incredibly thick. Of course he'd seen cocks before but never one this huge and perfect. Never in person. And to think… he came from that thing. Over 22 years ago his dad nutted him out of this very cock. And now it was his. He still couldn’t get over that very fact. Maybe he never would.
He grabbed his girthy new member in one hand before cradling his balls in the other. A shiver travelled up his spine as he fulfilled his previous desires to do so. He came from these balls. They were his origin. And now they too hung between his legs. Knowing that allowed a sense of belonging to wash over him. Just like he’d told his father when he was possessing him, he felt like he was finally home again. Like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.
It was only then as Justin started to slowly pump his cock that something dawned on him. That maybe this was the reason why he wasn’t scared or angry when Ollie had told him about the potential permanence of the takeover. Because deep down he wanted this. All of this. His dad’s body. His dad’s life. His dad’s cock! He desired it all with a burning passion from the second he started sinking into this body during that ritual. And he wanted to keep it.
Justin continued jacking his cock, going faster and faster as the addictiveness of it grew. Rubbing his hand up and down the thick shaft that’d squirted him out all those years ago as it started to leak precum. He had to admit, masturbating as his dad was a hell of a lot different to his old self. It wasn’t just the size but the shape and sensitivity as well. And the more he jerked, the better it felt.
“Fuuuuck yeah! Fuuuuuck yeah! Never fucking going back!” He moaned desperately in a bold declaration. “I’m fucking daddy now! I’m Nick!” He shouted with as he gave into his deepest and most lustful thoughts, cock pulsing and spluttering as he did.
That’s when it hit him. The first wave of his dad’s memories unlocking. And which ones did he receive first? Memories of his dad fucking a fleshlight like his life depended on it of course. One that was hidden in the back of his dad’s underwear drawer. It wasn’t long before he was reaching into that very drawer and pulling out the fleshlight. Grinning down at it as his mind flooded with every time his dad had stuffed his cock inside the silicone hole.
Next thing he knew, Justin was sliding himself aggressively into the fleshlight, adoring how it enveloped his cock like it was made specifically for him. It made him feel empowered in a strange way. To be pumping his stolen manhood inside of something that used to belong to his dad. Everything from the swing of his balls to the subtle squelching sound the fleshlight made every time he pressed into it. All of it drove his endorphins through the roof!
Before long he could feel it coming. The pleasure surrounding his dick was starting to ramp up rapidly. This had to be it. He was gonna cum! His balls clenched as his cock began to tense up uncontrollably. Precum leaking at an absurd rate inside of the fleshlight. Justin was only just barely able to pull out in time before his cock erupted! Thick hot cum spewing everywhere in a horny daze of ecstasy that consumed him completely. Only after the post nut clarity did he finally come back down to earth and realise what he'd just done.
He’d just jerked off in his dad’s body and covered himself in his own father’s cum.
He should’ve been horrified by that fact and yet all he felt was pure and utter satisfaction. He didn’t want to leave. Ever. This wasn’t his dad’s body anymore. It was his. It might not have been intentional what happened with that rune, but Justin was going to take it as a sign from the universe that this was meant to be. That he was always supposed to return to his original flesh and take it over for himself. How becoming Nick must’ve been destiny.
Once he'd allowed himself a moment to catch his breath, Justin started getting cleaned up. Wiping up the mess he'd made as best he could before strutting off towards the bathroom to get a relaxing shower.
Soon after Justin stood silently under the steady fall of hot water. Smiling as it flowed down the contours of his new body and seeped into every crevice this form had to offer. Washing off any last remnants of cum from his chest and stomach. His entire body buzzed with delight as the water poured over his cock and between his new ass. An ass that he couldn’t stop himself from squeezing again and again. Everything felt so perfect in that moment.
He took in the sight of his father’s naked body as his own. Already he was accepting it. Adjusting to the idea of taking on Nick’s identity permanently. Even now that his mind was no longer clouded by perverted thoughts, he still didn’t want to leave. If anything he wanted to stay more than ever. Almost as if orgasming had strengthened his connection to this form. His soul rooting itself even deeper. Before long, no reversal spell in the world would be able to tear him away from this body.
He wasn’t Justin anymore. He was Nick.
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Ollie arrived home from university later that day. He found his ‘Dad’ sitting in the kitchen wearing some more casual clothes now as compared to the suit he’d still had on this morning. More notably he was tucking into a creamy carbonara. One of Dad’s favourite meals.
“Really getting into the mindset huh?” Ollie chuckled.
Nick looked over and nodded as he swallowed. “Oh. Uhhh yup.” He responded hastily. “I wasn’t much of a spaghetti fan before… but I see why he loves this stuff so much now.” He added before piling another forkful of it in his mouth.
Ollie slipped off his coat and put his things down by the door. He couldn’t help but notice how calm his brother seemed. Even now. He wondered if maybe Justin was in denial over this whole thing. Or maybe he was so overwhelmed by guilt that he’d just shut down emotionally. But the more he examined the man before him, the more he just seemed… content?
“So.” He began cautiously. “Did you manage to find anything?”
Nick looked at him somewhat confused. “Huh?”
“Did you find anything in the book? You know, reversal spells? Anything that could help us get you out of dad’s body when the time comes?” Ollie elaborated.
“Oh… nope. I checked through that whole thing. Couldn’t find anything that’ll reverse this.” Nick lied through his teeth. He knew damn well all he’d done today was try on his entire wardrobe of new clothes while talking to himself as he practised his impressions of the original Nick in front of the mirror. Some of which he’d recorded. Even playing with his cock some more almost any time it started to chub up.
“Really? You don’t seem very worried?” Ollie questioned curiously. “You sure you’re… okay?”
Nick shrugged. “Honestly? I'm more okay than I’ve ever been.” He admitted. “At first I thought staying like this would’ve been crazy but the more I’ve thought about it, the more I’ve realised that maybe it’s the best thing.” He ate another mouthful of carbonara before continuing. “Look. The whole reason we did all this was so that I could boost dad’s career. Do some fun and trendy dances in his body and post them online. Hopefully get a response and gain him some followers. Then show him how well the plan was working after I leave his body in hopes that he might keep doing it on his own. But let’s be honest Ollie. Do you really think he would keep doing it? If anything he’d probably say we made him look stupid and delete the videos.”
“But surely more magic could take care of that right? We could make him think it was all his idea and forget you were ever in control. I thought that was the plan??” Ollie argued.
Nick shovelled down another forkful of carbonara. “This way is more reliable.” He answered flatly.
Ollie couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You can’t be serious. I mean do you even hear yourself right now? I mean… you’re in our dad’s body! And you’re talking like you don’t wanna leave!? That’s like… really fucking weird!”
“Maybe it is.” Nick said as he scraped around his bowl. “But I can't help feeling comfortable. It’s like my soul just fits better inside this body. Like this is where I’m meant to be, you know?”
“Oh come on Justin. Even you hav-” Ollie was cut off before he could finish.
“Don’t call me that. I’m dad to you” Nick corrected in an eerily authoritative tone. “And Nick to everyone else. Alright?” His tone sounded so fatherly.
Now Ollie was officially creeped out. Was his brother serious? Was he really okay with straight up just becoming their dad? Surely he wasn’t that serious about their plan right? Did he really not care if he never went back?!?! He wanted to argue back and tell Justin how insane he sounded right now but he was too intimidated to stand against him. Just like he’d always been with their real father on the rare occasions he got serious.
Alright… Dad.” Ollie continued hesitantly. “So what do you wanna do?”
Nick beamed at hearing himself be called dad. It just felt so right! “Exactly what we planned to do.” He got up from the table with his empty bowl before taking it over to the sink and starting to wash it. “I take over the life of my former father. Go to his job, get used to being a weatherman, mingle with his friends and colleagues. All that jazz. After that, start filming videos for TikTok and Instagram. Maybe a few at home to start with just to test the waters and then I’ll see if I can get away with filming some dances at the studio. I know the people who he works with are fairly laid back so I might even get away with doing some dancing on TV.” He placed the bowl down on the drying rack once he was satisfied it was clean enough. “Now that’d be pretty cool huh? Seeing your old man bust some sick moves on live on air!” Nick laughed and joked in a very dad-like way.
Ollie was speechless.
“Don’t worry son. Everything's gonna be fine. I’ll take care of us. Just wait and see.” Nick reassured Ollie as he placed a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Come here kiddo.” He wrapped his arms around Ollie in a tight fatherly embrace.
Ollie wasn’t sure how to react. He knew it wasn’t really his dad hugging him and just the embrace still felt just as genuine and comforting. More so even as the smell of his father’s cologne mixed with his natural scent soon permeated Ollie’s senses in a way it never had before. He didn’t know what it was but before he could figure it out, his arms began to move independently. He wrapped them around the man that now claimed to be his father, returning the hug passionately before burying his face into Nick’s shirt. All the while he became acutely aware of every part of his father’s body that was touching his own. Most notably the way his crotch rubbed gently against his dad’s notable bulge.
Why didn’t he pull away? Why didn’t he tell his former older brother to stop acting so gleeful about stealing their father’s body. Why… was he enjoying this? His mind was in complete and utter turmoil over it. Over everything! And yet all of his thoughts suddenly fell silent when he felt his father kiss the top of his head and tell him what a good boy he is before pulling Ollie into an even more intimate hug.
“You and I are gonna have so much fun together son. Just let daddy take care of you and everything will be fine.” Nick whispered gently with an underlying twinge of lust. And Ollie gave in. Just like that. Giving into his new father’s words and his embrace and accepting it. They were going to have so much fun.
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~~ The Present ~~
Nick chuckled to himself as he scrolled his phone. He’d not long since finished presenting the weather and like usual he did one of the trending dances that his followers had suggested he do on air. He posted the clip to his socials and watched as the likes and comments flooded in. You had the standard fire and heart emoji popping up along with comments saying how funny he was. Others praise him for learning all the newest trends in such a short time. Not to mention there were always a few newcomers who were shocked to see a guy performing such killer moves in a full suit and tie. He’d come to expect all the love and admiration by now. Not to mention the constant flood of thirst comments. Those always put a smile on his face.
He still couldn’t believe how much his social media presence had grown over the last two years since taking this body. It began with him just posting a few videos on TikTok and Instagram at home or somewhere in the studio as planned. Just performing a few fun dances to see if he could garner any kind of attention online. To see if the plan him and his son had come up with would actually work. And somehow it did. Better than he ever could have hoped.
After just a month or so his videos started to gain some serious traction thanks to a particular video going somewhat viral. Getting over 600k views and around 150k likes in just a few days. His followers skyrocketed after that and any new videos Nick posted afterwards gained way more attention. After that his follower counts on all platforms began a steady incline that only hastened as more and more of his videos went viral. It wasn’t long before the news station Nick worked for began to pick up on his growing popularity online and they gave him the green light to perform a little while presenting the weather.
Before long Nick was celebrating hitting 1 million TikTok followers! Then 2 million! Then 3 million!?! Each time he passed a new milestone, he couldn’t believe it. This plan had been goldmine all along. People loved him! So much so that even the more casual videos he posted without dancing still hit insanely high numbers. But he never strayed far from his roots. Always posting fun, silly and sometimes slightly provocative dance videos to this day that he knew his fanbase would eat up.
He thought back to how it had all started. Those first couple of days where he’d been fumbling through his new life. Back before he’d unlocked all of his new memories. The key had been putting himself in situations that his former father was familiar with. Upon doing so he’d get a rush of new memories that were relevant to that very situation. For example, going to work for the first time helped to drip feed all the memories he needed to be a competent weatherman. Seeing his father’s friends had helped unearth memories about his relationships with them and others. It was just a rinse and repeat method of throwing himself into the deep end and hoping the memories would come to him before things got awkward.
Until one day, his entire brain lit up. His soul had finally absorbed enough of the original Nick’s essence that it consumed his mind entirely. Immediately afterwards a tidal wave containing everything the original Nick ever was crashed into him. Every remaining memory. All his wants, needs and desires. Everything. He didn’t understand exactly what had happened at that moment. All he knew was that he felt cemented to this body now more than ever. Like he’d finally become Nick in both body and soul.
This became apparent when he found himself no longer having to act in order to convince people that he was Nick from that point forward. All he had to do was be himself. It was just who he was. And that couldn’t have been more apparent than the moment he started trying to tell Ollie how cool Meteorology was. It was baffling to think he used to believe it was all boring. But now with this new and mature mind, he could truly appreciate how interesting Meteorology was. Ollie still didn’t share the sentiment however, calling him a nerd whenever he tried to explain it.
And now here he was today. Closing in on 10 million TikTok followers. Over 2 and a half million Instagram followers. And thousands more across his other smaller platforms. ‘The Dancing Weatherman’. That's who he was known as now by many. His content was doing so well that he was earning a sizable amount of money from it too. Not to mention he’d recently starred in a few adverts. Hell he’d even been offered a small cameo in an upcoming movie!? That one still felt like a dream.
Nick opened up his camera and took a good long look at himself. He’d never get tired of seeing this handsome face reflected back at him. Just as sexy as the day he stole it. All thanks to another ritual he and Ollie performed to freeze his body clock and halt the aging process. It was temporary of course, he wasn’t immortal or anything crazy like that. It would only last for around 30 years. Mainly to make up for all the time he would’ve lost jumping from being a 22 years old to being a 41 year old man. And then a little extra to make sure he really has time to enjoy this new life. That second ritual even had a convenient perception filter built in so nobody would notice his lack of aging in the years to come. Yeah… he had more than enough time to enjoy this gorgeous body and all the assets that came with it.
Speaking of assets, to this day he still hadn’t gotten over how incredible his dad dick and bull balls felt. Just having them between his legs day to day filled him with a strange level of confidence and power. The balls that once created him now pumping his body with testosterone and making him want to fuck almost every man he sees. Hell he’d already plowed his cock into a good third of the staff here. That was something he’d never get tired of. Stuffing someone full of dick while they screamed his name. It was addictive. But he was trying to be careful too. He didn’t want to start any scandals after all. Not after amassing such a big following already.
Nick swapped over to his Instagram and checked the comments again, seeing all the thirst comments dotted throughout. With a grin he couldn’t help setting up his phone to take another video to post later. He hit record and took a few steps back before immediately getting into a groove. As he swayed his hips and moved his feet in rhythm, he couldn’t help but be reminded of how he’d struggled to dance properly in a full suit when he’d first taken this body. But now it felt so easy and natural he had no idea why he even struggled before.
As soon as he was done he stopped the recording and watched the video back with a small laugh. Looking incredible as always he thought. He couldn’t help sending it to Ollie first before thinking about posting it anywhere. He knew Ollie always loved seeing these videos early. He did get boyfriend privileges after all…
So freezing Nick’s body clock might not have been the only thing they used the spell book for after the whole possession thing. With the lingering sexual tension it wasn’t long before Nick and Ollie found themselves falling into bed together and Ollie having his hole drilled by his own father’s cock. As fucked up as it was, they actually found themselves wanting to be together. But of course they couldn’t truly risk something like that. A father and son dating? They’d be crucified. So the only option was for them to perform one final ritual. One that made it so Ollie was no longer his son. To alter the memories of everyone that knew by bending reality itself. Once completed, as far anyone else was concerned, Nick never had any children and Ollie was just his cute boy toy instead. Any documentation of them ever being related vanished into thin air.
Ever since the two had fucked almost every night. Loving the naughty little secret only they held. Ollie still called Nick ‘Dad’ or ‘Daddy’ whenever they were alone just to drive them both even crazier with lust. Although that did open up a conversation on Ollie’s 21st birthday about how Ollie would one day be older than Nick due to his frozen body clock. Ollie would probably be in his late forties or early fifties by the time Nick starts aging again. Neither of them seemed to mind though. If anything Ollie was excited. It only meant that one day he’d get to play the role of daddy instead…
The pair had a long life ahead of them. And they just couldn’t wait to fuck their way through it while Nick continued rising towards stardom. Every second was going to be incredible.
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And there you have it. The epic conclusion. Looking back at this story has been such a massive pleasure. Reconstructing it, adding new content, creating new GIFs. It’s all been so much fun! I’ve gotta say thanks to @verus-animus once again for his contributions to this update. I hope that all you wonderful readers out there have enjoyed experiencing or re-experiencing this incredibly hot tale with me. I’m extremely grateful to all of you’ve who’ve stuck beside me during this last year. I can’t wait to move forwards with this blog and see what comes next! - Wavell ❤️
