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Narco was your average kid in school, at least in appearance, but he was more intelligent and had excellent social skills when it came to talking to people which came from his knowledge of people psychology.

However, he also wasn’t a normal person for he had a special ability that allow him to enter the body of another person.

He discovered this one day when there was a jock named Kevin who picked on him and would make fun of him a lot because he was superior to him in intelligence rather than physical skills.

One day, when they were the last people in the locker room, Kevin took Narco clothes and hid them he was in the shower.

When Narco came out looking for his clothes, Kevin said,

“I have your clothes right here, hehe”, said the jock.

Give me my stuff, said Narco aggressively.

Why don’t you come and get it, said Kevin.

Narco charged at the bully in an attempt to get his bag, but the jock moved out the way, causing him to ram into a locker right behind him.

Knowing that Narco was shorter than him placed it above the locker.

If you want your stuff, maybe you can go outside and get a ladder, said the jock laughing.

Adding to the insult, he snatched Narco towel off him, leaving him exposed and open to anyone who would see him.

As the jock walked away, Narco humiliated and infuriated charged at him again, this time the bully jock was off guard and fail to the ground with Narco on his back.

While on the ground, Narco begin to merge with the bully jock body, the bully feeling sensation started panicking,

What’s going on, what are you doing to me, this is weird, said the jock as he felt Narco going into his body and very being.

The jock tried to resist, but it was futile.

Narco seeing what was happening begin to realize he was entering the jock and curious, he positioned his body despite his size comparison to the buff jock to align with his body.

His 17 year old teen cock into the much more season teen muscular ass sent shock wave of pain and ecstasy that the bully found it hard to focus on removing Narco.

After a short struggle, Narco managed to get into the Kevin’s body.

He felt his Goliath muscles and ass. His massive pecs and quads along with a special package that was large between them.

As he adjusted to the massive weight change of 220 from a lean 140 pounds he made his way to the mirror.

As he look in the mirror, he continued to explore his body, really excited about the strength and power that the bully jock body possessed. The excitement showed when the already large junk became erect and not able to contain himself began to touch it which sent a wave of pleasure in his body causing him to explore the sensation even more saying,

To be fair, after all the stress we had a moment ago, this could release some stem, hehe, said Narco in the jock deep voice giggling.

As he continued to rub and stroke the large cock, he tried to also resist falling from the amount of testosterone and euphoria going through the jock body still adjusting.

After a few minutes, he shot the jocks load which came out so fast that all of it didn’t just hit the ground, but his hands, abs and nearly coated the whole mirror.

Narco even used the jock own fingers to get a scoop of the sticky syrup and licked it with his own mouth saying,

Mmmh, I guess this body produces good quality cum after all, hehe, said Narco with a light hearted laugh.

However, due to the body in a much more relaxed state from the post nut along with inexperience of using this possession ability, once the load was completed releasing from the powerful jock, Narco was ejected from the body.

The bully jock still recovering from the possession as well as the post nut clarity, which caused him to forget he was ever possessed. From afar, Narco hid in the stalls, watching to see what the jock does next. The jock coming to his full senses and drooling from his mouth realized that he was coated in cum as well as the mirror and floor.

What the fuck man, said Kevin in shock of all the mess he was in the middle of,

“Shit, I was saving that energy to fuck some pussy tonight, but I guess I blacked out again looking at my reflection, haha, said the bully jock looking at the cum all around him.

Yea, this guy is dumb with a capital D, thought Narco.

Oh well, guess I better take a shower, said Kevin as he prepared to get his bar of soap.

Narco then reflects over what has transpired saying,

Man that was incredible, I never had that much fun in my life.

I wonder if I can do that again. Damn, it’s risky but all risk “cum” with danger, haha, said Narco.

Narco paid attention and waited as the jock got into the shower. Once the jock finally started taking a shower, he made his move to see the jock rinse and lather the soap around his chest and underarms, waiting a few seconds for him to get lost in the process.

After a fair minute, he then slowly by steadily made his way to the shower curtain, as the jock had the water pour down his hair to his face.

Fear and excitement brewed in Narco as he stood 3 feet away from him, only blocked by the curtain.

Not able to take the suspense, he jump at the jock who despite being more superior in physically, was at a disadvantage due to being wet and caught off guard.

Landing on top of the jock perfectly grabbing his chest to cling, he begins to phase right through in near alignment as Narco chest and face as though to give an intimate kiss enter the jock’s body.

Because the transition was so smooth it offered little resistance as before. As the jocks eyes open again, it was no longer him, but Narco in full control.

See that wasn’t so hard was it, said Narco as he proceeded to shower the body, exploring it again as before. As he couldn’t help the rush of testosterone and horniness again, Narco said,

“You shouldn’t have dropped the soap”,

as he blew his load in the shower in copious amounts. Despite the water running, you could literally see it go down the drain more than the water. For a moment, Narco thought it might clog it, it was so much cum.

“That’s a dangerously high amount of testosterone in this jock, I guess this is why he can’t control his emotions.”

“I guess I also don’t have to worry about steroids since his junk is well over the normal expectations.”

“He may have failed 9th grade three times and cheated a lot on class work, but props to this guy for being a natural athlete, haha”,said Narco.

Wanting to explore the life of the jock, he couldn’t wait to indulge in the popularity.

Conveniently, the jocks and other popular kids were invited to a party at another jocks house to celebrate the end of the season. He would’ve had to worry about classes and family wondering where he’s at, but he already had been a week early on his week class assignment and his parents were too busy with work to even notice he was in his room.

While at the party, he was actually conversating and laughing with the jocks though he had to make sure he stayed somewhat true to the jocks normal personality.

But one person caught his interest and his name was Jack who was there with his girlfriend. Unlike everyone around him that seemed close, he stood out among them since he didn’t act foolish or talk much.

Wanting to know him more, he approached him and said,

Hey, how’s it going Jack, having a good time, said Narco(in Kevin body).

Oh hey Kevin, yea everything is good, I’m actually about to leave for the night, said Jack.

Leave, is something wrong, said Kevin.

Nothing, you know how it is for me, I’m always busy, hehe.

I’ll see you in school tomorrow, said Jack as him and his girlfriend left.

This moment left a impact on Narco who is used outlandish jocks, but not one so goal oriented and mysterious as him which was new for someone like Narco who usually figured out people almost instantly.

Narco desired to have Jack, not like a friend but as a prized possession that went above anything else.

From then on, he planned continually how he would make Jack see him as Savior.

So for the next few days, he stalked Jack using his possession power at other times to gather information on Jack in order to gain knowledge on his psychology through his action, even crossing personal boundaries like possessing his parents having a little fun as his dad who being a single parent had insight on his son personality.

After 3 weeks, Narco content with this, put his final plan into motion, possessing the jock Kevin again to have an affair with Jack’s girlfriend, which was quite easy since she was always in need of attention from guys while Jack was often busy.

This eventually caused Jack’s girlfriend to break up with him, to ensure no one comforts him or give him any means of support, he had used Kevin’s body again to spread a rumor that made Jack so depressed and ashamed that he wouldn’t enter school with something to cover his face and head to not be noticed.

This is when Narco would make his way to introduce himself personally when all things were going wrong in Jack’s life to appear as a Savior to him.

The light clicked on, keys were tossed on the chest of drawers by the door, Thomas gasped and gaped at the titanic man sprawled on his sofa across the room.

“Startled you?” He purred in a deep, Eastern European accent.

Thomas paused and then choked out an impressed chuckle, pointing a finger towards the backpack, “So who’s it this time? Exchange student? New in your department?”

“Maybe. Maybe just some piece of ass I saw stumbling around campus. Does it matter?” He cockily flexed for himself, indulging in his huge size, taking heavy deep breaths intermingled with soft moans, teasing Thomas.

Thomas and Professor Navarro—Juan to Thomas now—had been going steady pretty much since the first month Thomas had his upper level religion class in his 3rd year. Juan was always so charming and intelligent to Thomas, not to mention he rocked a tight Latino silver fox look, and Thomas was always an attentive and passionate student, plus his short but stacked bod he’d maintained from his wrestling years in high school had always attracted its fair share of admirers. Including from his professors. Needless to say, visits to Professor Navarro's office hours quickly transitioned first into heavy petting, then followed by mutual suck sessions right there in the religious studies hall.

Since then, Juan and Thomas had turned their taboo situationship into a full blown relationship, with much more openness after Thomas finally graduated. But it had only been within the last two months since Juan—through his more esoteric studies—discovered that spell (hex, really, but who’s worried about precision of language when you’re dealing with possession incantations). Even in the short two months since the discovery, he and Thomas had taken insane advantage of it. Both Juan and Thomas had stuffed themselves into a village’s worth of people since then—other men, women, students, grad assistants, and professors alike, a small mob’s worth of men at the townie bars, into each other’s bodies (too many times to count really)—but this was easily Juan’s most massive find to date.

Juan continued to admire himself, relishing in the ridiculous scale of his borrowed body, flexing and copping a feel all over himself through hot and heavy pants of breath. Thomas had trouble catching his own breath, squeezing his thick hog that was forming a spike in his gym shorts at the sight, soaking his briefs in sweaty pre and coaxing Juan to tease him further.

Juan sighed and brought his massive hands down together to his crotch making an O with his hands and bunching up his stiffening package over his shorts making an obscene bulge, then waggled the copious bunch of meat at Thomas.

"You want I should stretch your hole wide open like pig, да?" He purred deeply again, really leaning into his borrowed Eastern European accent. “Come, let me taste, красотка.”

Thomas huffed another giggle and dropped his bag, swiftly moving over to the couch and basically falling on top of Juan's enormous form, immediately linking lips with him and exploring each others mouths and tongues. Thomas rutted his cock against Juan’s chiseled torso while Juan sucked face and took greedy firm fistfuls of Thomas’s ass. Suddenly, Juan manhandled Thomas up higher to his face, yanking down his shorts and briefs, burying his face into Thomas’s fuzzy bush and taking licks down his throbbing pole, while Thomas steadied himself with his hands around Juan’s buzzed head. Juan went to work swallowing deep gulps of Thomas’s chubby boyfriend cock, as Thomas gasped in deep satisfied moans of ecstasy.

Suddenly, after riding cresting waves of pleasure inside Juan’s mouth, stampeding quickly towards cumming, a devilish thought hit Thomas. Maybe even a risky thought, but that made it so much hotter—and fuck, could it be hot…

Between the noisy gulps and slurps he was making, Juan could also hear the first few syllables of that familiar incantation being whispered between whiny gasps. Juan immediately understood what was happening. Greedy fucker, Juan thought with a grin and intensified his assault on Thomas’s dick, pushing his man ever closer to unloading while he hurried out the last of the lines. Thomas panted urgently the last few syllables as he felt his balls hitch and his head vibrate as he flooded Juan’s gullet with spooge.

Simultaneously, as he voided his nuts into Juan’s new thick neck, Thomas felt the familiar sucking pull, as he began his plunge into his lover once again. Only this time, he felt a triple-fold hurricane wind of tightening pleasure pervading his goo-ifying body, sloshing around and through his own fresh load. He felt something—someone—with him there in the churning, throbbing vessel he was invading, and he knew within a second that it was Juan there he was sliding against, thrusting against, grinding against, melding into. Their body thrashed there on the couch, flexing and grunting involuntarily, humping against the air, their whole frame pulsating and cracking bigger while their clothes came loose at the seams, their cock hiccuping into thicker and longer extremes.

Thomas and Juan churned and twisted more into each other, squeezing into each other with such erotic intensity until—…

Their eyes shot open to the bright light in the same second as their neck cracked higher, forcing their shared body into its 7’8”, 430 lbs behemoth finality, also the same second their 13 inch coke can cock and orange sized nuts began gushing and spitting out a liters worth of hot, gooey jizz into the sweating, matted forest of his heaving barrel chest.

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Discover

— Fu-Fuck! Slow... Slow down, pleas- Oh fuck!

Olivia didn't know what was happening, that night was a fraternity and sorority night. Almost every house on campus was joining in on a massive party, filled with alcohol and other moments any college student would envy.

Luckily for her, she was part of one of the most selective sororities on campus. Almost all the jocks or popular guys were paired with their "sisters", even she was dating the quarterback. It was absolutely perfect, and that night was even more so.

The music was loud, drinks were flowing, it was an atmosphere of complete debauchery and chaos. She knew that several rooms in the Kappa sorority (where the party was being held) were being occupied by... You know, there was a sock on the doorknob to prevent interruptions.

Her boyfriend had left to get drinks, although she felt like it had been almost 20 minutes since he left. She entered the house, somewhat unsteady from the drinks in her blood, heading for the kitchen to get more, but suddenly, she felt herself faint.

She waited for the loud thud against the floor, but instead, she felt something soft like... a mattress?

She opened her eyes; everything was spinning, but she managed to see a ceiling, the lights off, the music still playing, but she felt cold. That's when she felt a tongue run over her skin and fingers dig into her thighs, which made her let out a loud gasp.

However, as soon as she opened her lips, it wasn't a female voice that came out, but a deep, male voice. She didn't understand anything that was happening, but she stood up as best she could as soon as she felt his tongue moving faster toward her. She could make out her boyfriend's curly hair between her legs. For a moment, she felt relief. Until she thought, when had they gotten there?

She wanted to say something. But in that instant, she felt something she'd never felt before: Travis, her boyfriend, slid his mouth right into something she hadn't felt this morning...

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after scrolling tumblr for much longer than you intended, you doze off while reading a particularly detailed body swapping story. you wake up to this.

i guess that dream where you were floating weightlessly through the city wasn’t a dream at all.

See a body you like? Slide your way into his brain and he’s all yours!💪🏼🍆🍑

When Lucas booted up his VR headset, he expected a game.

Instead, reality rebooted him.

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Devoted Obsession

Myssie adored Corey.

They both attended the same university, studied the same major, and she had practically been in love with him since… forever. Perhaps she had spied on his applications and meticulously crafted her own to ensure they were perfectly matched. It had been a complete “coincidence” when they both ended up at the same university, in the same classroom, taking the same courses, everything the same.

If they hadn't ended up in the same room or wing, it was because there were rules of coexistence that even she couldn't circumvent. But that wasn't an obstacle for her; sooner or later, she would have Corey.

Or so she thought two years ago. She was almost halfway through their degree, and the guy wouldn't even look at her to ask for the time. He wasn't arrogant; on the contrary, he was warm, kind, and gentle. But it turned out Myssie was too clumsy and shy to approach him and speak without stumbling over her words. And unfortunately for her, other girls on campus were taking advantage of this. It turned out that putting the best "dish" on the menu within everyone's reach hadn't been the best plan. What she had worked so hard to put in his path was now slipping through her fingers.

The girl lay in her room, staring blankly at the ceiling. Luckily, her roommate had gone out to a party or something, leaving her to her thoughts. She was fiddling with a pendant hanging from her neck, a trinket she had received in a Friendship Day’s exchange. Of course, it hadn't been given to her by just anyone; it had been from Corey. In fact, maybe that's where her fervent interest in him had come from; it was shaped like a heart, and although she could have interpreted it in any other way, she decided to melt with love for him as if there were no tomorrow. The girl continued to move it from side to side, wondering what to do. Should she try to talk to him more? Flirt with him? What could she do? She wanted Corey to be hers, more than anything in the world.

Her hand wrapped around the pendant, squeezing it tightly. She wanted him all to herself, for no one else; she needed him, she wanted him. The heart-shaped pendant began to heat up little by little, until it burned her hand. The girl pulled the necklace away, startled, got out of bed confused, and looked at her hand. The heart mark was barely visible. She touched the symbol again, but it was completely cold. Missy was confused. Maybe she was hallucinating, and it was better to sleep. She shook her head, turned off the lights, and lay back on her silk sheets, closing her eyes and repeating her wish. She wanted Corey for herself, and no one else.

Until she fell asleep.

Early morning was underway. Her soft snores filled the room before her body made a strange, abnormal movement, as if her back were about to break. She groaned, a mixture of gasping and wheezing, without waking up at all. A small lump formed in her stomach and slowly began to rise to her chest and throat, climbing with grunts and guttural sounds. From her tongue, a pink mist shot up to the ceiling, disappearing from the girls' room. Missy's body fell peacefully back onto the mattress as if nothing had happened.

Pink smoke wound its way around the school campus, passing through the dormitories like a fox sniffing something, following a trail. Slowly, it advanced directly to one of the dorm windows, piercing the wall to reveal Corey's sleeping body. His roommate slept beside him, equally asleep in the entire situation around. 

The mist watched him for a while until it finally lunged at Corey. The guy's mouth fell open, his eyes rolled back to white as his body twisted and moved abnormally. Gasps and moans were muffled by the force of air that rushed into him with the power of a tornado. The guy couldn't offer even the slightest resistance; his fingers twisted in vain. He let out one last gasp before the last bit of air finally entered him. A pink energy filled the room for a blink before he drifted back to sleep.

My head throbbed and I felt more sore than I ever had in my life when I woke up this morning the sun peaking bright through my window. My bed strangely creaked and groaned as I attempted to turn over but when I opened my eyes reality hit me like a truck. Looking down at my body I was giant and hairy, much larger than my normal skinny body of Alex Henderson that was maybe 130 lbs soaking wet. I threw off the sheet and a monster dick that bobbed up and down almost matching my heartbeat and the smell of sweat invaded my nostrils. I panicked because what had slowly been spreading to my family for the last week had finally happened to me. Last Tuesday we were all gathered at home. Summer had just begun. My twenty year old sister had returned from college to study fashion while I was getting ready to leave to study marketing once summer ended. The whole world seemed to ripple for a minute and the sky seemed to change color for just a second and at first we didn’t notice anything different until we realized the internet didn’t work and the weirdest part we couldn’t leave the house we would just wind up back inside and the world continued on outside without us. I could have dealt with all that but the biggest change involved my family members morphing into copies of some of the men around town that I found most attractive. Worst of all they acted constantly horny like they were living in a porno and kept trying everything to get me to have sex with them. Don't get me wrong it would have been great all these hot guys throwing themselves at me but these sex obsessed fantasy guys were my family members. Even more strangely they would switch between acting like their old personality and their new one usually with a blink and shake of their head, it all was completely normal to them if I brought it up they looked at me like I was crazy.

My dad who luckily worked as an astrophysicist, a job I never understood but it came in handy when he said he recognized the pattern of the sky changing color from satellite imagery he studied last week and got to work in his basement office looking for a solution. Now looking in the bathroom mirror I was greeted not by my eighteen year old face but by the shocked face of Mr. Brown, my senior year history teacher and coach of the soccer team. I’d spent my senior year captivated by him the way his dress shirts would hug his bulky frame or how the smell of his cologne would invade my nostrils when I entered the classroom. My favorite way to spend the class period was hoping a student would ask him a question so he would bend down over their desk and I could get a look at his ass in his tight pants. After school I would sit in the bleachers hoping to see him running drills with the soccer team and working up a sweat in his gym shorts and tight school t-shirt. Now I had a front row seat to his naked body and it was even better than I imagined. Legs and thighs like tree trunks and a hairy body that exuded masculine energy and smell. His ass was even bigger than it looked in his dress pants. It felt great just to stand there and grab it with my much larger hands, eventually I worked my hands around to my stomach and down to my new dick. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced. I'd never felt so much pleasure radiate through my body and I didn't want it to end ever. No, I had to stay focused this whole situation had to be reversed even if it meant I had to lose this gorgeous body, with none of the clothes in my dresser having a chance of fitting me now I went into my parents room and found a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that could cover me up. I had to find dad and see if he could help me, he said yesterday evening he was close to a breakthrough as he analyzed some more data last night.

After lumbering down the stairs which my new hefty body made difficult, I saw out on the patio the guy who used to be my sister Ashley now with the body of her boyfriend Brandon doing yoga. Who knew the soccer captain could be so flexible? He was out there doing the splits and several different yoga poses I didn’t know were possible especially for a guy. “Brandon, have you seen where dad is? I need to talk with him” I asked. “Oh hey Alex do you like the outfit I found in my closet? It's so cute and luckily it fits I don’t know why but none of my clothes seem to fit lately. I must have visited the dining hall too many times. Even my underwear is too small especially in the front and I don’t know why I’ve always crammed my dick and balls in there before and I never had an issue but now even my favorite pair almost ripped today, even these pants can barely hide my ass” he said his voice even in a noticeably higher pitch as he run his hands up his backside, his white pants stretched to their limit over his butt in the yoga pose he was in. He blinked and shook his head and smirked at me, his voice resuming its deeper pitch Brandon’s personality back in control, “hey looser come out here to stare at me while I stretch? Shit I would too look at me this body is perfection” he said flexing and rubbing his chest. “Here let me give you a better look”, then he began to remove his white pants and was now completely naked, his caramel colored body shining in the morning sunlight. “Take a look at this, all this yoga has really loosened me up. I’ve been working on this for hours pretty soon I’ll be able to entertain myself all day since you love to play hard to get.” He then sat on the ground and brought his foot up to his mouth and licked it all over with his large tongue, never breaking eye contact with me and I couldn’t look away. After each toe had been sampled he raised both his legs up and locked both of his feet behind his head and began to try and stretch his mouth toward the hard dripping appendage between his legs. I finally snapped out of it and ran inside. Well Brandon had been no help just like he was before all of this only caring about himself. I left him in the backyards legs behind his head damn that yoga really was helping I’m pretty sure I saw his tongue make contact with his dick although, I was distracted with him in that position I could clearly see his asshole and there something leaking out of it things just kept getting worse.

I tiptoed into the kitchen because my mom was a little unpredictable in her new body, a former twenty-seven year old convict Luke who worked at the mechanic that I took my cheap sedan to for tire and oil changes. I just had to spend those hours staring at him dripping in sweat while he worked on my car didn’t I. One minute he would be my happy mother asking me how my day was and calling me his sweet boy to Luke’s personality taking over swearing up a storm and scowling and asking me what the hell i was staring at. “Hey honey! If you wait just a second I can have a cupcake ready for you” It must have been a good day today, although it was still so weird to see his tatted up body wearing only my mothers apron and hearing his deep voice call me honey. Even more unsettling was the large protrusion below her waist that was sticking so obscenely in front of her it knocked over the can of baking powder on the counter when he turned to face me. “Sorry, stupid thing won’t go down. I already had Brandon let me release a load in his ass before I started baking but these balls are full again and I’m going to have to mop when I’m done baking, I’m dripping all over the floor. Be a dear and help me out, maybe just a little tongue action on my balls please” Then he lifted up his apron showing the giant dick and dangling balls I had seen too often over the last couple days. He was almost whimpering, biting his lip as his dick twitched and bobbed up and down and continued to leak on the floor. When I declined as I so often had to do in this house it was like a switch flipped and Luke’s harsher personality took over with a shake of his head. “You fucking ungrateful piece of shit, I work hard all day sweating my balls off cooking and cleaning and all I ask is for you to help me out when I need some release you’re fucking useless”. “Um yeah have you seen dad by chance” I asked hesitantly hoping to get out of here quickly. “Where do you think he is in his office downstairs fucking dumbass, God damn it I need a smoke”. He yelled, throwing his apron on the counter and pulling a cigarette from the front pocket, lighting up and blowing a large cloud of smoke in my direction, grumbling and flipping me off and beginning to work his hand rapidly up and down his glistening shaft. As I began to leave the oven timer dinged and Moms regular happy demeanor was back and as he bent over the oven to grab the cupcakes Luke shook his bubble butt and said, “oooooh yay cupcakes are done I’m going to save some icing you can lick it off my ass later honey. oh dang it, excuse my language son I just made more of a mess look at these new puddles on the floor” I needed to find Dad he said he was close to figuring out what was going on last night hopefully he had made a breakthrough because this house was driving me crazy.

My worst fear awaited me when I went down to dad’s office. There sitting on the couch was Jesse, a guy who worked at the local pizza place and was probably the worst body dad could have been put in. Yeah he was extremely hot, why else would he be here making things worse, he was also extremely dumb multiple times when I handed him cash for my pizza order it took him minutes to figure out my change. “Wait dude stop you’re cracking me up so, sure I’m some smart scientist whatever you say bro hahaha. Why would I use my brain for numbers and stuff that shit gives me a headache. You don’t need to use your brain when you look this good, check out these abs and this chest touch them if you want. Dude what the fuck stop crying you’re killing the vibes it’s bad enough my phone isn’t working can’t even pull up my favorite sites to take care of this problem” he said as he pulled down his grey shorts releasing his dick that smacked his stomach as it escaped its confines. “Can you send down the hottie in the yoga pants bro? I couldn't get enough of him last night he snuck down here and was doing the splits and shit while bouncing on my dick it was amazing.” “No dad please you can’t be stuck as this dumbass you’re supposed to figure out how to fix this mess, I don’t want to be old I’m supposed to be starting college in a few months” I began to cry even louder then Jesse blinked and shook his head an angry look appearing on his face as his nostrils flared and a vein popped on his forehead just like dad’s when we misbehaved as kids. “I will not have you swearing in my house young man, how dare you call me a dumbass. Get upstairs, I don't want to see you until dinner Alexander” I climbed the stairs, the stern and familiar expression of my dad already gone from Jesse’s face and replaced with his tongue rolling out of his mouth as he flexed and grouped his pecs any sign of my intelligent father gone. I arrived at the landing on the ground floor greeted by the sight of Brandon and Luke making out naked on the living room couch. “Finally he’s free, hurry up, let's get downstairs Luke, that guy down there is so hot we can share him” they high fived and ran downstairs giggling, their matching boners swinging between their legs with every step. I climbed the stairs back to my room, my only hope of escaping this nightmare gone.

You know I don’t remember what I was so worried about yesterday morning. I have this great body, huge dick, and a house full of hot guys who want to have sex with me everyday. This is paradise. I think this top really makes me look sexy. It kind of just appeared in my closet an hour ago how lucky is that!. I wonder if the boys will agree not that we’ll be in our clothes for a very long time. Damn it is that Luke moaning ugh only Jesse’s dick makes him squeal like that. I told them to wait for me.

Meanwhile in a galaxy three solar systems away…

The town’s insistence on public safety felt like a cruel joke to Leo Miller. His college dorm, a brick rectangle of modern misery, had become a battleground, its inhabitants itching from an unseen enemy. Bedbugs. The solution: gas the building, displacing hundreds of students. The choices offered felt equally noxious: an abandoned high school gym, an hour’s commute from campus, its air mattresses promising nights of restless discomfort, or the Lienau Estate. Most students, many of them entitled brats Leo silently loathed, scattered to family or friends, but Leo had neither nearby. He eyed the estate on the digital map, a vast green sprawl surrounded by urban creep. Haunted or not, the Lienau estate was walking distance to campus. The decision made itself.

He left the wrought-iron gates, their gilded L’s tarnished, but still proclaiming ownership, behind and walked a nearly endless gravel path, choked with weeds, wound through ancient oaks and sycamores. When he approached the mansion, he watched back to the town, a hungry organism that had long ago consumed its own periphery. Where once forest and farmland stretched, now concrete veins pulsed with traffic, and glass towers clawed at the sky. A century prior, the Lienau Estate had stood at the quiet edge, a bastion of 19th-century grandeur. Now, the city pressed in, its affluent districts scratching at the estate’s sprawling acres, a testament to time’s relentless march. In front of Leo the main house itself loomed, a Victorian masterpiece of dark brick and intricate gables, its many windows like shadowed eyes.

A heavy oak door, intricately carved, groaned open, revealing the estate’s interior. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light that pierced tall, leaded windows. Leo stepped into a silence so profound it seemed to absorb sound. He half-expected to find cobwebs draped like funeral shrouds, but instead, an eerie preservation greeted him. Nothing seemed to have shifted since the last Lienau drew breath. A grand staircase swept upwards, its mahogany banister gleaming faintly under a century of dust. Tapestries, faded but still vibrant, depicted hunting scenes and pastoral idylls, their threads holding memories he could almost feel. He found the light switch, a heavy brass toggle, and flicked it. A soft, warm glow bloomed from the ornate chandelier above, its crystal prisms scattering light across the high-ceilinged hall. Relief, a warm wave, washed over him. “At least it has power,” he muttered, and his gaze drifted to a large oil painting in an ornate gilded frame, hanging in the staircase. The artwork depicted a youthful gentleman, likely in his early twenties, dressed in attire from the Victorian era. Leo deduced that this had to be Frederick Lienau.

Leo recalled his history lessons and the legacy of the estate: This grand dame had witnessed its first and last true flourish under Frederick Lienau. In the nineteenth century, the Lienau name didn't just command respect; it was the law of the land. Their wealth was a sprawling, gilded web that touched every business and political office in the region. At the center of this opulence was Frederick Lienau, the family’s only son and the town’s most glittering obsession. Frederick was a dandy in the truest, most decadent sense of the word. He didn’t just enter a room; he annexed it. He was a whirlwind of silk cravats, perfectly tailored frock coats, and a smirk that promised both heaven and havoc. He lived for the roar of a party, the clink of crystal, and the breathless sighs of the high-society daughters who trailed in his wake. He was the undisputed heartbreaker of the county, a dandy who treated the pursuit of pleasure as a full-time profession. The night that ended the Lienau dynasty began with the celebratory *pop!* of a champagne cork. Frederick, barely twenty-one and brimming with an arrogance that bordered on the divine, had spent the evening treating the estate’s grand ballroom like his personal stage. By midnight, the party had migrated, and Frederick had found a particularly spirited daughter of a local duke. Driven by a cocktail of lust and liquid courage, Frederick didn't see the need for a bed. He hoisted the girl onto a wide window sill, the heavy velvet curtains framing them like a stage. In one hand, he gripped a bottle of vintage champagne, drinking straight from the neck between frantic, breathless kisses. It was a scandalous, breathless collision of lace and linen, a desperate scramble for pleasure in the cool night air.

In the heat of the moment, as Frederick pressed closer, his heel caught on the edge of the mahogany molding. For a heartbeat, there was only the sudden, terrifying sensation of weightlessness. "Wait—!" the girl shrieked. *Crash.* The sound of his body hitting the cobblestones below was a sickening, wet thud that silenced the party instantly. A sharp, visceral *crack* echoed through the courtyard—the sound of a neck snapping like a dry twig. Frederick didn't scream; the impact was too absolute. Frederick Lienau, the life of every party, lay twisted in the dirt, his eyes wide and staring at a sky he would never reach again. The bottle of champagne shattered beside him, the golden liquid soaking into the stone like a wasted offering.

The aftermath was a slow, agonizing decay. His mother, once the poised matriarch of the region, didn't just grieve—she disintegrated. The grand bedrooms of the estate began to smell of stale gin and sour breath. She spent her days draped in black lace, clutching a glass with shaking hands, her eyes vacant and clouded. "My boy," she would moan, the sound a low, guttural rattle that haunted the hallways. "Where is my beautiful boy?" His father, a man of rigid honor and iron discipline, could not bear the sight of his ruined wife or the empty chair where his son should have sat. He became a ghost in his own home long before he actually died. The end came during a solitary autumn hunt. The forest was a tapestry of dying gold and crimson. A single, thunderous *bang* ripped through the silence of the woods, sending birds screaming into the grey sky. When the servants found him, he was slumped against an ancient oak, his own hunting rifle still warm in his grip, a single bullet hole precisely centered in his temple. The official report called it a tragic accident—a misfire. But the servants whispered in the kitchens, their voices low and urgent. They spoke of the look in his eyes before he left, the way he had meticulously cleaned his boots one last time. They spoke of a man who had lost his reason. They knew the difference between a mistake and a choice. For those observant enough to see, it was evident— He must have used his own gun to exit a world that had become a graveyard.  With the father gone and the mother eventually succumbing to her addictions, the Lienau estate became a hollow shell. The ownership certificate, the only document that could prove who held the keys to the kingdom, was nowhere to be found, leaving the property in a legal limbo. No one cared to claim a place so thoroughly steeped in tragedy, a place rumored to harbor restless spirits. Nowadays, the horse stables, once home to thoroughbreds, housed the competitive mounts of a modern riding school, their rent barely covering the local council's substitute performance to ensure public safety. The main house, however, remained a silent testament to its past, its opulent rooms gathering dust.

Leo wandered through a labyrinth of rooms, each more grand than the last. Formal dining rooms with tables long set for phantom feasts, libraries filled with leather-bound volumes, their pages crisp and unread. One bedroom, however, beckoned. It was a suite, really, with a small sitting area, a leather sofa, and an attached bathroom. The scent of aged wood and faint citrus clung to the air. This, he surmised, must have been the family scion’s domain. Frederick’s room.

Leo tossed his duffel bag onto the vast, four-poster bed. Practicality trumped apprehension. The bed, surprisingly, was not a ruin. He ran a hand over the cool, silken quilt. A shiver traced his spine. He paused, scanning the corners of the room, the heavy drapes, the shadowed alcoves. No one. Just the quiet hum of the old house. Yet, the distinct sensation of eyes upon him persisted, a subtle pressure on his awareness. He shook his head. Just nerves. The house was old, imposing. It would take some time getting used to.

Yet, on the third night, a whisper slithered through the quiet, a sound like silk brushing velvet. He pushed his blankets aside, bare feet finding cold floorboards. No light. He would investigate the source, not some phantom. He crept into the corridor, each shadow deepening the silence. His shin slammed into something solid, sending a towering armoire swaying, groaning on its ancient ball-foot legs. He flailed, arms useless, certain he would be crushed. A sudden, firm pressure against the wood, unseen hands pushing the massive piece back, held it steady. Leo tumbled, landing hard on his rear. A form coalesced from the gloom, shimmering with an internal light. It was a man, impossibly elegant even as a translucent figure of swirling mist, his gaze bright with an almost childlike glee.

“My dear fellow, watch your step,” the spectral man said, his voice a melodic hum. “Wouldn’t want to ruin the antique, would we?” Leo scrambled back, breath catching. “You… you’re a ghost.” The apparition chuckled, a sound like distant chimes. “Indeed. Frederick Lienau, at your service. And it’s quite wonderful to have some life back in the old place. It’s been dreadfully dull.” Nights blurred into a curious companionship. Leo hunched over his history books, studying for the upcoming history exam—dates and names blurring into a hopeless jumble. Frederick, hovering nearby, offered a century’s worth of firsthand accounts. “The municipal expansion of 1872,” Leo mumbled, tracing a line in his book. “It’s all just… dry facts.” “Dry? Perish the thought!” Frederick mused, his form shifting like smoke. “It was a scandal! I can still picture the mayor’s expression when the council voted to extend the town limits to include the red-light area. He looked as though he'd swallowed a lemon. My father nearly choked on his brandy in indignation.” Leo slammed the book shut. “It’s easy for you. You lived through it.” He sighed, a dramatic exhalation. “If only you could be my little voice, just for the exam.” Frederick’s smile faltered, a flicker of genuine regret in his spectral eyes. “Ah, if only. But this estate is my anchor. I cannot step beyond its bounds. A rather inconvenient limitation, I assure you.”

Days later, moonlight, fractured by the leaded glass of the conservatory, striped the polished floorboards. Leo sat hunched in a wicker chair, his tablet glowing in the dim opulence.

Frederick, a shimmering column of moonlight and mist, drifted near, his spectral form subtly altering the air pressure, a faint chill settling on Leo's skin. “They’re going to take it,” Leo said, his voice flat. He pushed the tablet toward the ghost. “They’re going to do what?” Frederick’s voice, a whisper of wind through dry leaves, carried a hint of his usual bravado. His translucent hand gestured at the screen, momentarily obscuring the words. Leo tapped the display, zooming in. “Developers are clamoring for this place,” Leo said, his voice flat. He scrolled through the article, the words cold and official. “The town council is going to seize the ownership certificate. Public notice procedure, two weeks from now.” He glanced at the ghost. “They want to turn the main house into a city museum. The grounds? Well…, they’ll urbanize them. Luxury condos, mostly.” A faint hum, like the distant vibration of a plucked cello string, emanated from Frederick. His smoky form seemed to solidify, a faint smile gracing his ethereal lips. “A museum, you say? How quaint. And luxury condos! Ah, the town’s finest will once again flock to Lienau. Parties, gatherings, the clinking of crystal – it shall be as it once was.” His gaze drifted over the architectural renderings, his finger, a wisp of light, tracing the sleek lines of the planned structures. “Splendid. Truly splendid.” Leo watched Frederick's enthusiasm, a knot of unease tightening in his stomach. He felt a pang of something akin to pity for the ghost. This was Frederick’s home, now reduced to a commodity, its fate decided by bureaucrats. Yet, Frederick seemed only to see opportunity. Frederick swiped a translucent finger across the screen, his gaze tracing the proposed layouts.

His excitement was a palpable hum, a static charge in the air. “Look, Leo! Here, at the edge of the old hunting grounds.” Frederick’s voice pulsed with delight. “They’ve planned a ballroom! How utterly brilliant! Imagine, after a spirited hunt, retiring directly to champagne and conversation. A stroke of genius!” Leo’s breath hitched. A chuckle escaped him, then a full-blown laugh, sharp and disbelieving. “Frederick,” Leo managed, wiping a tear from his eye. “That’s not a ballroom. It’s… social housing.” Frederick’s spectral brow furrowed. “Social housing, sure! A place for social events, naturally. A grand hall for the town’s gatherings. What else could it be?” Leo shook his head. “Frederick,” he began, trying to suppress the grin. “’Social housing’ isn’t a ballroom. It’s apartments. For people who don’t have much money. Like, low-income families. Or students, like me.” Frederick’s ethereal glow dimmed, then flared with an icy intensity.  He blinked, his eyes narrowing. “You mean… people? As in, people like *you*? Weak, lacking taste, dressed in… *that*?” Frederick gestured to Leo’s worn hoodie and trackpants, his voice laced with an incredulous disdain. Leo felt a familiar prickle of annoyance, but he’d grown accustomed to Frederick’s oblivious snobbery. The ghost wasn’t malicious, just utterly devoid of modern social filters. “Yes, Frederick. Poor people. And no, they usually can’t afford ‘chic clothes’.” A storm gathered in Frederick’s translucent features. His spectral shoulders squared, his form flickering with growing indignation. “A hunting ground,” he declared, his voice rising, with a cold fury. “Is meant to celebrate nature’s beauty! It would be an affront to let… shabbily dressed people run about. No, Leo, you misunderstand.” He leaned closer, his spectral eyes burning. “The problem with poor people, my dear Leo, isn’t their lack of means. It’s their lack of *taste*. That, is why they are poor.” Leo bit back a retort. He reminded himself of the chasm of centuries separating them. Frederick's assumptions, his casual elitism, were a relic. His worldview was a century out of date, a relic of an era where such pronouncements,  were not merely acceptable, but expected. He took a slow breath, reminding himself that arguing with a ghost about socioeconomic theory was likely futile. “Is there nothing?” Frederick demanded, his form now pulsating with outrage. “Nothing we can do to halt this madness?” Leo shook his head, looking away. He had no solution, nor did he wish to endorse such blatant class superiority.

Days later, the night before the hearing, a profound melancholy settled over Frederick. His shimmering form seemed less vibrant, his usual confident stance replaced by a listless drift. “To think,” Frederick murmured, his voice a wistful sigh, “centuries of Lienau ownership, simply erased. And I, confined to these walls, cannot even bear witness.” Leo watched him, a genuine pang of sympathy for the trapped ghost. “Is there anything I can do?” Leo offered, the words a quiet promise. Frederick’s head snapped up, his glow intensifying, his dark eyes locking onto Leo’s. A spark ignited within their depths. “Indeed, Leo,” he said, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face. “You can take me there.” Leo stared. “Take you? How?” “I can possess you,” Frederick stated, his grin widening. “You would be my vessel. My legs to walk, my eyes to see.” Leo recoiled, a shiver tracing his spine. “Possess me? Like… a horror movie? I’d be a zombie, shambling around?” Frederick scoffed, a ripple of blue light passing through him. “Such melodrama. Rolled eyes and a slurring gait are the crude side effects of *unwilling* possession. A most unesthetic display, which is why I typically decline such vulgarities. But with consent, Leo? I would be a mere whisper in your mind. A quiet suggestion.” He paused, a flicker of cunning in his luminous gaze. “Besides, your history exam is tomorrow, is it not? The very day of the hearing. I could whisper the answers to you, first. Then, we attend the hearing.” Leo considered it, a strange mix of terror and temptation warring within him. A perfect score on the history exam. And then… what? He closed his eyes, picturing Frederick’s spectral hand pushing the cupboard, saving him from injury. The ghost, for all his arrogance, had been kind. “Alright,” Leo breathed, the word feeling both impossibly heavy and liberating. “Alright, Frederick. We’ll do it.”

The next morning the air, crisp and biting, did little to settle Leo’s nerves. He sat at his college desk, the history exam spread before him, the questions a familiar blur of dates and treaties. But this time, a low hum resonated behind his eyes, a spectral prompt. A quiet confidence settled over Leo with Frederick as a low hum in his mind. The history exam, once a looming terror, dissolved into a series of clear answers, whispered directly into his thoughts. Dates, names, obscure political maneuvers of the 19th century – Frederick recounted them with the vividness of personal memory. Leo merely transcribed, his pen flying across the page. He emerged from the lecture hall, a strange giddiness blooming in his chest. He had aced it. The best grade he’d ever receive, guaranteed.

Back at the estate, the silence of the old house pressed in. Only a few hours remained until the hearing. Frederick’s presence, usually a calm, guiding current, now pulsed with a restless energy, an insistent tug at the edges of Leo’s awareness. *“We must prepare, Leo,”* Frederick’s voice pleading, echoed in his skull. *“One doesn’t simply saunter into such a momentous occasion.”* “It’s a legal hearing, Frederick. We’re just visitors,” Leo thought back, a faint irritation stirring. “My jeans and hoodie are fine.” *“Fine? Leo, ‘fine’ is the enemy of ‘formidable.’ This is not a college lecture. This is the end of an era and the beginning of a new one!”* Frederick’s mental insistence grew, a relentless pressure. Leo sighed, conceding. It mattered to Frederick, this ritual of presentation. He had felt sorry for the ghost the night before—the melancholy of a man watching the last shreds of his family legacy be stripped away. He figured Frederick just wanted to be there to witness the end, a final, sentimental goodbye to the Lienau name. So, Leo gave in out of sympathy, “Fine. You pick.” *“Excellent. Now, to the wardrobe.”* Frederick guided Leo’s hand to the dark mahogany armoire. Soon, Leo found himself shedding his comfortable, shapeless clothes. Frederick selected a beige suit, the wool crisp against Leo’s skin, a light blue shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing just a hint of clavicle. Suede loafers, soft and supple, replaced his worn sneakers. Leo caught his reflection in an antique mirror, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. He looked… dandy-like. Frederick’s style, undeniably.

The courthouse, a formidable granite edifice, hummed with hushed activity. Inside, the air tasted of old paper and stale authority. Frederick, a silent, urgent directive in Leo’s head, steered him past the main halls, down a narrow, utilitarian staircase. The scent of damp earth and disinfectant grew stronger. *“The basement, Leo. To the strong room.”* Leo’s feet moved without conscious thought, following Frederick’s mental map. They arrived before a heavy steel door, its surface scarred with decades of use. Frederick gave him a series of numbers, a precise rhythm of clicks and turns. Leo’s fingers worked the dial. The tumblers fell into place with a satisfying *thunk*. The door swung open, revealing a cavernous room lined with safe-deposit boxes, each a silent vault of forgotten secrets. *“Fourth row, seventh from the left. My family’s crest, a small lion rampant, etched above the latch.”* Leo located the box. He turned the key Frederick provided. A soft click. He pulled the drawer open. Inside, nestled on a bed of faded envelopes, lay a thick, parchment-like document – the missing ownership certificate. The realization hit Leo like a physical blow. This wasn't about a final goodbye. He had assumed Frederick only wanted to attend the hearing as a final, sentimental reminiscence—a way to watch the official end of his family's legacy. Frederick had played the part of the heartbroken ghost just to get Leo into this building. Leo hadn't imagined Frederick actually aimed to stop it. “You planned this,” Leo whispered. “You didn’t just want to watch. You’re trying to null the whole procedure.” The social housing, the museum—all of it would vanish. Leo’s hand instinctively reached to slam the safe-deposit box shut, to bury the evidence, to undo this burgeoning catastrophe. *“No!”* Frederick’s mental voice exploded, a deafening roar in Leo’s skull. A force, cold and electric, surged through his limbs, freezing his hand mid-motion. Leo’s own mind recoiled, a small, terrified whisper, pushed back, back, until it was just a faint echo in the vast chamber of his consciousness. Frederick, triumphant, took the reins. The courtroom hearing concluded swiftly. Leo, or rather, Frederick in Leo’s body, stood as the new official owner of the Lienau Estate. Later, high above the city, the setting sun painting the sky in fiery hues, Frederick, still inhabiting Leo, raised a crystal flute. “To Lienau!” he declared, his voice, Leo’s voice, ringing with an unfamiliar, decadent joy. “And to its glorious future!” Leo, a trapped observer, watched as his hand accepted another glass of champagne from a passing waiter. *“Frederick, stop! This is my money! My savings! You’ll drain my account!”* he pleaded, a silent scream in the back of his own mind. Frederick merely chuckled, a deep, satisfied rumble that vibrated through Leo’s chest. “Nonsense, my dear boy. A mere pittance for such a victory. And a Lienau never counts the cost of a good time.” Frederick took a long, indulgent sip, his eyes scanning the glittering city below. “To new beginnings.”

The morning light, filtered through the grand Victorian windows, felt like a physical assault. Leo’s head throbbed, a drum solo echoing behind his eyes. Frederick, still firmly in control of Leo’s body, sat upright in the opulent bed, a faint, contented hum vibrating through Leo’s skull. “A hangover, Leo,” Frederick announced, his voice, Leo’s voice, a little raspy. “A most exquisite reminder of a triumph well earned. Now, to business.” Despite Leo’s silent protests, Frederick navigated them back to the courthouse basement. The steel door of the strong room loomed, less menacing in the harsh morning light. Leo’s fingers, still guided by Frederick, worked the combination with practiced ease. The mechanism clicked. “There,” Frederick whispered excited. “The larger envelope, behind the certificate.” Leo’s hand reached in, pulling out a thick, yellowed envelope sealed with a faded wax stamp. The paper crackled with age. Back at the estate, the envelope lay on a polished mahogany desk in the scion’s former bedroom. Frederick, in Leo’s body, tore it open. A cascade of paper rectangles spilled onto the dark wood: certificates, ornate and brittle, emblazoned with company names and intricate filigree. Leo watched as Frederick picked up the tablet, his brow furrowed in concentration. He tapped and swiped, a modern ghost navigating ancient wealth. “Ah, ‘The Grand Steamship Company’,” Frederick mused, his lips curling. “Sank in ’03, I believe. A rather tragic affair.” He crumpled the certificate without a second thought. Another, ‘The Metropolitan Gaslight & Lamp Manufactory,’ met a similar fate. “Gone,” Frederick declared, his tone flat. “All that bright ambition, extinguished.” He found a cigar from a humidor Leo had never seen before, tucked away in a desk drawer. With a flick of the wrist, Frederick lit the end of a share certificate from the defunct gaslight company, igniting the cigar with a plume of acrid smoke. Then, a different expression dawned on Frederick’s face. His eyes, Leo’s eyes, widened. A slow, predatory smile stretched across his lips. “Well, well, well,” Frederick purred, his voice thick with satisfaction. “It appears not all ventures perished with the century.” He held up a certificate for ‘The Continental Rail & Ironworks.’ Leo watched the tablet screen flash green, numbers climbing into the stratosphere. Frederick’s grin widened, a flash of white teeth. He found another, and another. After a century of stock splits and growth, these remnants of a bygone era had blossomed into a colossal fortune. “A king’s ransom, Leo,” Frederick declared, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. “A veritable empire.” Later that day, Frederick, still in Leo’s body, opened a new securities account in Leo’s name. The digits on the screen blurred into an incomprehensible string of zeros. Leo Miller, the bedbug-plagued college student, was a billionaire.

*“Frederick,”* Leo’s thought, a desperate plea, clawed at the edges of his consciousness. *“You’ve done it. You have the estate. You have the fortune. Let me go.”* Frederick took a long, indulgent drag. “And miss all the fun, Leo? Not yet. Not nearly yet.” *“But you have everything you wanted! I’ll keep the hunting grounds untouched. No social housing, I promise.”* Leo’s voice, a distant echo, pulsed with a raw desperation. *“Just… give me my body back.”* Frederick chuckled, a rich, satisfied sound. “Soon, my boy. Soon enough. But a Lienau always finishes what he starts. And this… this is merely the beginning.” A cold dread settled over Leo. He was a passenger in his own skin, a silent observer to his own life. Frederick, a true sportsman in his living days, now rediscovered that fervor through Leo’s body. Mornings began with the sharp clang of fencing foils in the grand hall, afternoons dissolved into the rhythmic thwack of tennis balls on the estate’s sun-drenched court, or the powerful, synchronized sweep of oars across the nearby river.

Leo’s muscles screamed in protest, a constant, dull ache, but Frederick pushed relentlessly. The scrawny frame began to harden, definition emerging where only soft contours had been. Leo hated the grueling regimen, the sweat, the relentless exertion. Frederick pushing Leo’s body to its limits, sculpting sinew and muscle where only softness had been. Leo’s mind, a captive audience, initially rebelled. *“My lungs are burning, Frederick! We need to stop!”* “Nonsense, Leo. A true athlete embraces the burn. It is the crucible of excellence.” Yet, as the days blurred into weeks, a strange numbness set in, then a grudging acceptance. Leo watched, detached, as his body transformed. The soft angles of his jaw sharpened, cheekbones emerging with a sudden, striking definition. Leo would wake up and feel the new density of his muscles, the way his chest felt broad and powerful under his shirts.

He remembered the scrawny, invisible boy who had lived in a bedbug-infested dorm, the boy who had apologized for taking up space. Then he would look in the mirror and see the Adonis Frederick had sculpted. The initial agony gave way to a nascent pride. It was a hunger he hadn’t known he possessed—a craving to be seen, to be desired, to be *superior*. *“I shouldn’t like this,”* Leo thought, even as he felt the intoxicating warmth of a dozen admiring glances at a rooftop party. *“I’m becoming everything I hated.”* “Exactly,” Frederick whispered, a spectral purr of satisfaction. “Isn’t it liberating? To stop pretending that modesty is a virtue? Modesty is just a cloak for those who have nothing to show. You have everything now, Leopold. Why hide it?”  Then Frederick discovered the grand piano in the music room. His fingers, Leo’s fingers, danced across the ivory keys, coaxing melodies from the instrument that sang of forgotten eras. Here, Leo found a quiet pleasure. The music flowed, intricate and beautiful, a brief reprieve from the constant physical exertion. He could almost forget he was merely an observer, lost in the cascading notes. Frederick’s sartorial choices, however, remained a constant source of mortification. Leo stood before the mirror, clad in a velvet frock coat the color of midnight, a silk vest shimmering beneath, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal a flash of skin.

*“Frederick, I can’t wear this to college!”* Leo protested, mortified. *“They’ll think I’m a dork. I’ll get bullied!”* Frederick merely smirked, adjusting the lapel of a midnight blue jacket. “My dear Leo, confidence is the finest fabric. Wear the clothes, do not let the clothes wear you.” And to Leo’s astonishment, Frederick was right. The whispers followed him, yes, but they were not of mockery. They were of admiration. Girls craned their necks, eyes lingering. Students who had once barely registered his presence now offered hesitant greetings. Frederick carried the audacious clothes with an innate confidence that transcended college campus norms, transforming Leo from an invisible wallflower into an intriguing spectacle. Frederick began to cultivate a new social circle. He gravitated towards the university’s most privileged, the scions of old money, the entitled brats Leo had always disdained. They congregated at exclusive clubs, their laughter bright and careless, their conversations laced with a casual arrogance that once would have repulsed Leo. *“They’re insufferable, Frederick,”* Leo thought, even as he found himself sipping champagne, his lips curved into a charming, if unfamiliar, smile. *“They are simply unburdened, Leo,”* Frederick countered, his mental voice laced with a playful challenge. *“Unburdened by the tedious weight of self-doubt. A lesson, perhaps, for us all.”* Leo, a prisoner in his own mind, found a perverse fascination in their company. He still loathed their superficiality, their inherited sense of superiority, but he couldn't deny the thrill of being accepted, even courted, by them. He watched, detached, as Frederick, now calling himself Leopold, charmed them with effortless wit and a dazzling, predatory smile. Frederick ran a hand through Leo’s golden hair, a vibrant contrast to his own dark locks in life. “This hair, Leo. It screams ‘golden boy.’ An arrogant brat, yes, but charming on top. Irresistible.” A chilling realization tightened Leo’s throat. Frederick wasn't just enjoying his time. He was remaking Leo, molding him into a mirror image of himself. The thought terrified him, yet a strange, dark thrill accompanied it. He hated the way Frederick spoke for him—the effortless, cutting wit, the casual dismissals of people who didn't "fit the aesthetic."

The turning point came during a gala at one of the town's most exclusive estates. Leo watched as Frederick navigated the room, draped in a deep emerald velvet jacket that cost more than Leo’s entire college tuition. He watched as the most powerful people in the city leaned in to hear "Leopold" speak, their faces etched with a desperate desire to be liked by him. *“I hate these people,”* Leo thought. But the thought was weaker than it used to be. *“I hate how shallow they are... but god, it feels incredible to be the one they're chasing.”* A perverse thrill began to bloom in the gap between Leo’s morals and Frederick’s actions. It was the thrill of the fall. He started to anticipate the moments when Frederick would act out—the arrogant lean of the head, the slow, judgmental scan of a room, the unapologetic demand for the best champagne. He began to enjoy the violation of his own nature. There was a dark, erotic quality to the way Frederick was sculpting him; it was as if his old, boring self was being peeled away like dead skin to reveal something shimmering and cruel underneath. “You’re starting to like it,” Frederick whispered, his tone triumphant. “The weight of being 'good' was exhausting, wasn't it? The constant worrying about being fair, being humble, being... unremarkable. Isn't it lighter to simply be superior?”

Leo didn't fight the thought this time. He leaned into it. He began to analyze his old life with a cold, distant amusement. He remembered the bedbugs, the oversized hoodies, the stress of a history exam—and it felt like a memory from someone else's life. He looked at the "struggling students" he used to identify with and felt a surge of genuine disdain. *“Why are they so miserable?”* he wondered. *“Is it because they're poor, or because they lack the courage to be arrogant?”* The blurring became absolute. The distinction between *Frederick wants* and *I want* dissolved into a single, hedonistic hunger. Leo no longer felt like a prisoner; he felt like a collaborator. He began to yearn for the possession, craving the moment Frederick would take the reins and turn the world into a playground. He didn't want to be the passenger anymore; he wanted to be the engine of this golden, arrogant machine. It all began to feel less like possession and more like a shared, exhilarating truth.

Weeks later, the polished mahogany door of the registry office clicked shut, muffling the mundane sounds of bureaucracy. Frederick, still in full command, had moved with a practiced ease, signing forms with a flourish Leo’s hand had never possessed. Leo, a whisper in his own mind, watched the clerk stamp the form, the official seal pressing a new identity into existence. Leopold Lienau. The words felt alien, yet strangely inevitable. A formal severance from the boy he once was.

Back at the estate, the grand hall felt vast and silent. Frederick paused at the foot of the sweeping staircase, a faint shimmer emanating from Leo’s skin. Then, with a sigh that wasn’t Leo’s own, the pressure lifted. The whisper in his mind, the constant, guiding force, receded. Leo felt a sudden, dizzying sense of space, a vast emptiness where a powerful presence had been. The sudden influx of control, the grounding sensation of his own skin, flooded Leo with an almost dizzying relief. He flexed his fingers, rotated his shoulders, testing the newfound freedom. He was alone in his body. Frederick materialized beside him, a translucent form of swirling light, his spectral features etched with a mischievous grin. “A rather handsome name, wouldn’t you agree?” Frederick’s voice, a silken caress against Leo’s mind, held a triumphant lilt. “Leopold Lienau. Rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it?” Leo stared at the shimmering figure, his chest still heaving from the return of his own consciousness. “You… you changed my name.” “It’s more like it, isn't it?” Frederick cooed, a faint chuckle rippling through the air. “You can always change it back, of course. Should you wish to revert to… Leo Miller.” The name hung in the air, a ghost of a past life, hollow and insignificant. Leopold Lienau. The name resonated. He was no longer the scrawny, apologetic student. He was the chiseled Adonis, the golden boy, the inheritor of a vast fortune and a legacy of unapologetic hedonism. The estate, no longer a dusty mausoleum, hummed with a vibrant, untamed energy. It was a playground, a stage for a life unburdened by inhibition. He saw himself, a charming, arrogant brat, dominating rooms, captivating society, leaving a trail of delighted chaos. He would revel in it. This was his destiny. He looked at Frederick, a calm conviction settling over him. “No. I won’t change it back.” Frederick raised a translucent eyebrow, a gesture of approval. “Excellent. I knew you had it in you, Leopold.” “You’ve secured the estate,” Leopold continued, his voice steady, tinged with a strange, sympathetic finality. “You’ve restored the Lienau name, made it grander than ever. Your task here is done, Frederick. You can rest now.” A beat of silence. Frederick’s spectral form seemed to soften, his grin morphing into a blissful smile. He nodded, a silent acknowledgment, and then, like mist dissolving in sunlight, he vanished. The air grew still, the grand hall suddenly quiet. Leopold stood alone, a peculiar sense of accomplishment and peace washing over him. He had done right by Frederick. He imagined Frederick, at long last, finding his eternal rest. The thought brought an unexpected pang, a strange melancholy for the arrogant, charming ghost who had sculpted him.

A burst of crystalline laughter shattered the silence. Frederick reappeared, solidifying from the air, his form rippling with mirth.

His eyes sparkled with a mischievous, almost predatory light. “You actually believed that?” Frederick chuckled, the sound like distant chimes. “That my unfulfilled task was merely to secure the Lienau heritage? It was just a side quest, if you will. The main objective… ah, that remains.” Leopold’s jaw tightened. “The main objective? What are you talking about?” Frederick drifted closer, his eyes, dark pools in his smoky face, glinting with a predatory charm. “The task that tethered me here. The reason I couldn’t cross over, even after a century of observation. I had a prior engagement, you see. A rather spirited young woman from the high-society. A promise made, then tragically broken by a clumsy fall from a window sill.” Frederick sighed, a sound like rustling silk. “I never did get to… *finish* what I started.” He looked at Leopold, a mischievous glint in his non-existent eyes. “And since I, as a ghost, lack the necessary… *equipment* for such a delicate endeavor, you, my dear boy, must complete the task.” Leopold stared, a sudden chill tracing his spine. The elegant dandy facade he had so carefully cultivated almost cracked. “Frederick, that was over a century ago,” Leopold said, his voice taut. “She’s long dead.” “Indeed,” Frederick conceded with a graceful nod. “But her lineage, my boy. She was twenty-one, as was I, when fate intervened. You must find her scions, those currently at the tender age of twenty-one, and… *re-enact* history, so to speak. A delightful challenge, wouldn’t you agree?” Leopold’s newfound arrogance, a gift from Frederick, wrestled with a burgeoning sense of dread. Charm one girl? Get her laid? With his sculpted body, his golden hair, his boundless confidence, how hard could it be? A theatrical sigh escaped him, a gesture Frederick himself would approve of. “Very well,” Leopold said, his voice laced with played resignation. “Consider it done. A final service to the ghost who made me. How difficult can one delightful dalliance be?” Frederick grinned, a wide, predatory flash of white against his smoky form. He clapped his hands. “Excellent! But one, you say?” He paused, allowing the anticipation to build. “You’ll be pleased to know her family was rather prolific, like rabbits, I tell you… We’re looking at approximately one hundred and seventeen women, scattered across the globe. Each one awaiting your particular brand of charm.”

Leopold’s jaw dropped. The number hung in the air, a physical weight. One hundred and seventeen? His eyes, once bright with self-assurance, now widened with alarm. He had envisioned a single, elegant pursuit, a final flourish to his transformation. Not an endless, global campaign. “One hundred and seventeen?” Leopold stammered, his carefully constructed mask of nonchalance shattering. “That’s… that’s impossible! I never agreed to that many!” He took a step back, shaking his head. “No. I take it back. That’s not a deal. That’s a life sentence!” “A deal is a deal, Leopold,” Frederick purred, his form swirling closer. Leopold’s mind raced, a frantic scramble for an escape. He had been so focused on securing his future, on embracing this new identity, he hadn’t considered the true cost. “What happens,” Leopold asked, his voice barely a whisper, “if I fail?” Frederick’s laughter filled the hall, a symphony of spectral delight. It was not cruel, but utterly, completely amused. “Fail? Oh, my dear boy, there is no failure. Only a different kind of success.” Frederick gestured with an elegant, translucent hand, encompassing the grand estate, the life Leopold now inhabited. “If you fail, you become like me. Bound to this estate, a ghost, but not just any ghost. Having already brushed against the spirit realm, you won’t become some decrepit, wizened specter.” Frederick floated closer, his eyes fixed on Leopold’s. “Even after a long life, even after your body aged and withered, your spirit would emerge after death exactly as you appear now. A golden boy, forever young, forever charming.” Frederick extended a spectral hand, a gesture both inviting and ominous. “The perfect accomplice. For all eternity.” Leopold looked at the shimmering, eternally youthful dandy before him, then down at his own perfectly tailored suit, his sculpted hands. He understood. Frederick hadn't just created a new owner for the estate. He had created his eternal partner in debauchery. Leopold Lienau realized, Frederick had won. Both ways. Leopold was a prince of pleasure now, and the thought of eternal servitude was the only thing more terrifying than the task.

He felt a perverse thrill. A global hunt for beauty. “One hundred and seventeen,” Leopold whispered, a slow, arrogant smirk touching his lips. “Well... I suppose I have the fortune to afford the plane tickets.” Frederick clapped his hands. “That’s the spirit! Now, shall we start in Paris or Milan?”

The entire world knows of our existence. It's thought one of our own betrayed his fellow hopper kind. Now, many of us are on the run, some hiding in bodies that are yet to be vaccinated against our powers. It allows people to fight more easily against us. Only the strongest of Body hoppers can hope to survive. As most of the population is already treated with it, for a hopper like myself I have to sneakily possess a body without taking control. Once the host sleeps, I can skip the fighting and acclimate to my new life in the morning.

Nick's body is quite dreamy. He's not gay, but I am. So, I should keep my new body in the closet to not put a target on my new back.

Oh I felt terrible. That vaccine made Nick sweat so much. In truth, the vaccine isn't much of one. It's more of a spiritual stimulus that strengthens spiritual roots in a body, but it also helps me too, so the effects are a wild card that give people a equal chance that would make a possession dance on the street a big scene. Making patience a real virtue for the often sex hungry body hopper community.

Looking at my reflection, "Come on, why does this body lack energy? And would it have killed you to workout more? I'm going to have to build up my new body. Starting with this decent ass!" as I slapped my butt. And started jacking off the new dick. It was a really nice package. Been a while since I could access such a pleasurable host.

Suddenly, I felt a massive pressure headache. And then it happened. Nick woke up. Hoping he wouldn't notice me. I willingly gave him back the control of his body. Nick looked around... "Why is there cum on me? Did I drink alcohol yesterday? I don't recall or would I? Maybe I just was sleepwalking and jacked off during it..." Nick showered off, got dressed, then went and grabbed his car keys, and headed to a Coffee Shop called Awe Addicts. He purchased some sort of caffeine smoothie. It was really good. Wish he didn't give us a brain freeze.

As soon as Nick got home, he started messaging a girl he likes, of which I am not thrilled as a gay man. But if I take control and fail, he'll call 911 and who knows what my fate will become of me. And fuck no--- She's coming over... and Nick is fantasizing about sex with her.

They immediately started kissing and going to the bedroom. But as soon as things got down to it, he couldn't get hard for her. I think my disgust is affecting our package. And the girl, Veronica I think, Screamed, "Ugh, men suck! They can't even get hard anymore. Stupid erectile dysfunction!" and she left the house.

Nick began to cry from disappointment. I really felt bad for him. But I am also glad I didn't have to experience that. He eventually took a nap after crying. And that's when I stepped into the driver seat of being Nick.

Finally, I can have some "me" time. Patting my bulge for staying down, I figured I didn't want to wake Nick by anything too stimulating. So, I went through his phone. And saw some current news about a group of body hoppers being captured and sent to a laboratory prison for forced manual transfers into prisoners' bodies.

I can't let that happen to me... anxiety about my future made my heart race. I felt the pressure headache coming back again, and I freaked out, dropped the phone as it fell off the bed. And I let Nick drive his body once more.

"My head is killing me-- wait. Where's my phone?" He looked around for it. Found it. And saw what I was looking at. "How this happen? I swear.. sometimes I feel like I've been body hopped, but if I was, I wouldn't be in control." Nick proceeded look up, "how to know if I've been hopped?" And the results were interesting. "You'd know", "You'd be in a coma state for the duration before the semi hopper vaccine." Or "You'd be fighting".

I honestly thought he'd never wake up after the first night. But this vaccine must be working differently for Nick. A strong spirit perhaps.

Nick started acting up. He was testing himself to see if he had been hopped into somehow. And after he beat himself up about the thought. My plan is to conserve my energy, as to have a sharp and quick takeover when I challenge my sexy host for control and it'll be permanent if I win and don't get caught. All about good timing.

2 weeks later.

Likely, due to my mental opposition to it, Nick has been unable to get hard for a woman. He's failed many times. But then a cute guy came around, and he got a full hard on. A typical but unexpected friends to lovers trope for sure. Or at least, I had hoped. Nick is feeling my feelings. Feelings might actually be contagious. But he doesn't want to be gay. But he's helplessly horny.

Nick goes home that night. But only I planned to drive this body for more than 10 minutes. It's time. He drifts off to sleep. And I immediately surge for control. Nick shocked, snaps awake. He's making a mess, knocking over an old alarm clock. And I finally speak to him directly, "Sorry, for taking so long. I wanted a clean takeover." And Nick pleads and screams, "Please don't. Get outta me!!!!" I replied, 'Sorry, you seem like a nice guy, but you're my hot ticket to freedom."

The process is complete. I'm Nick and my head felt clear. But the problem didn't stop there. Someone heard Nick yell. And called the police and they arrived with a hopper detection unit. I got dressed and made a run for it. But it got worse...

I was being threatened with a device aiming at the base of my skull. She said, "This can systematically destroy magic reservoirs for hopping between bodies."

I can't catch a break. I tried lying, "Okay? Go ahead. Not possessed, so it shouldn't hurt. Already had the vaccine." And she replied, "Actually, it's lethal for those who aren't possessed. It erodes lifeforce energy if there isn't a magical coating over it. Come with me. Why did you run?" She demanded to know.

I sighed, "I think I might be gay. It started with erectile dysfunction and girls being unhappy. I don't know. Maybe I'm bisexual? And I thought maybe the police might actually like the church, and accuse of there being a demon inside me or something with everything going on in the news. That's why I ran. I panicked."

She smirked, "Damn. Impressive liar." I was knocked out. And upon waking up, this is what I saw... I saw Nick who I'm supposed to be. Nick was being searched and told, "The Body seems to be in excellent condition, sir."

Nick just started talking, "I wanted to thank you personally for both your hopper powers and Nick's body here. Once the elite class became aware of your kind, we had to obtain it for ourselves. Hence why body hopper-kind being enemy #1. I wanted to live forever. And now I can with the help of the antidote to the vaccine we created. I will always be grateful. And as a show of gratitude, choose your last meal."

I breathed heavily trying to think, "Last meal? Oh... I'm going to be executed. Then, I request to suck Nick's dick..." I said it, hoping I have one small magic trick left... Body hopper magic is inherently spiritual which means select magic belongs to an initial owner. It'll only work if I managed to keep enough of it.

The magnetic body of Nick laughed, "Odd request... Fine. I'll allow it." He shoved it into my face. And I tried to pull the energy back. I was struggling. He tried to pull out. I grabbed on it with both hands preventing his removal. And he started punching me. He erupted the last of his cum, allowing me to gather enough of my hopper energy to return to what is mine.

I hopped back inside Nick's body. And the old guy freaked out. But his soul was forced to exit through my dick as bodies have a limited capacity. He was returned to his former shell. And I walked out. I said, "I'm done." to some men outside. He was dead and gone.

Men in suits started asking me questions, "Where do you want the suit for the new body, Sir?" And "There's a charming man outside asking about a date you setup using a dating app."

Things are finally turning up after that near death experience. I'm powerful, rich, and of course still hot. Anyway, wouldn't want to keep my date waiting. Hopefully, the previous wannabe inhabitant of Nick had good taste.

And the date was in fact, enchanting.

"I told you, man. The spell worked!"

It was the only occasion in Martin's life where he was explicitly invited to touch, sniff, worship and do all kinds of lewd stuff thinkable with a hung stud. The stud was standing inches away from him, in all his shirtless glory, and potentially not just shirtless if Martin were to be more adventurous with his demand.

Of course, Adrian never struck him as particularly homophobic, but he did radiate an aura of superiority, one that signalled to plebs of any gender or sexuality that to get to interact with him was itself a privilege. Although this aura had been uncharacteristically replaced with a more toned down and easy-going, if not to say dumbed down, version for the last week or so, Martin was still not believing the words that just came out of Adrian's mouth.

Especially when those words only strengthened in Martin the conviction that, somehow, Adrian's body was now inhabited by the mind of his scrawny, geeky, usually seen gamer-postured with the typical hyper-extended neck and hunched back friend, Jonas.

After graduating High school, Narco and Jack moved in together and they continued to develop and explore there new lives into adulthood.

Narco being the successful salesman that he is thanks to his intelligence and understanding of people, manages to earn his spot there continuing to expand there.

His friend Jack, on the other hand, still the somewhat shy boy he was, manages thanks to his efforts and a bit of Narco support, manages to get a spot at a good college to start his education in Criminal Justice to one day be a police officer.

Up to that point, both him and Jack had jobs, Narco near the peak of his career and only in his early 20s and Jack taking up job similar in that field as a Security Agent.

Now, they may have been doing well in there fields individually, but Narco still enjoy the benefits of his special ability and who wouldn’t if they could possess any person they want.

Now while Jack was off in his studies, Narco tried to look for victims to his special ability, particularly to go into bars and clubs that he may drink and have sex. Usually he would go to bars where female strippers were, but since a year back when he possessed Jack’s father, he hasn’t had sex with men and his father was fucking jacked and sexy hot.

He still had to maintain public image to a degree but he also knew that he would be bottom despite working out and since high school.

So he started a Grindr account which gave him low profile and found jacked studs who liked to top twinks which he would be to them because of his average height and weight when he was bored at the striped bar with women.

This gave him people to possess as well as sex in his own body at other times.

So he found this guy named Brock, who was a gay man that did modeling and construction as a side hustle.

It was one of those nights when Jack was at work late, he invited Brock over.

Narco was prepared, he had his glasses off and was naked.

Hey, your my bottom tonight, said Brody.

Thats right jockey, said Narco wasting no time for both to release their horniness for each other.

Brody pick up Narco as they had an intense kissing session while manhandling him in his strong arm pushing his strong body against Narco as he pressed him to the wall.

After a short time, Narco replied,

So ready for round 2 big boy, said Narco.

Oh yeah man, said Brody lustfully.

My room is on the left, where we can go all out, said Narco.

So Brody carried him to his room while making out and from there it got heated.

Narco was pressed toward the bed while Brody was kissing him all over in the most dominant way alpha could.

I been waiting to take control all night, just let daddy take care of you son, said Brody.

Brody then turned Narco on his stomach as he begin spreading Narco cheeks placing his tongue in between his hole licking in between going deeper as he did.

As he went deeper with his tongue, Narco felt great euphoria sending him on edge as he felt the hair on his beard moving side to side feeling like a tickle but on an intimate level.

When the stud was done lubricating his hole, he began to stick out his dick and thrust in and out, smoother and faster, keeping his rhythm.

Narco moans increase, trying to contain the intensity of them but it was so much to bare.

When climax finally started after minutes, both let out loud intense moans as Brody cum into Narco who filling it as it began to overflow to the point it dripped over his ass down on his bed and cock as Narco also came with his shots being nearly as wild than a hose spraying everywhere.

The room’s passion calm as they begin to draw close to one another wrapped in an embrace of men while Brody cock was still in Narco hole.

All right, now it’s my turn to be in you, so sit back and let me take it from here, hehe, said Narco to the sleeping stud.

Narco taking advantage of the buff stud tiredness, he begins to position the back of his body to align with Brody while his hard cock was still planted Narco’s hole for his own curiosity on how his possession might play out with it inside him.

As Narco pressed his ass toward Brody crotch, he began going deeper into him continuing to press his back towards Brody’s buff and hairy chest as he was sucked into his skin, feeling his cock go deep into him up until the possessions near completion.

As Narco consciousness began to reawaken inside Brody, he began to open his eyes as one awaking from a good night sleep.

Narco(now Brody) then went to the mirror to inspect his new body, feeling it up as one giving a full inspection as he squeezed his tight chest, down to the rock hardness of his abs and the tight globes of his glutes moaning in pleasure as he went toward the massive junk of a cock on him and initially feeling it size and texture only stroke it for a little edge, but as usual, getting carried away started going faster as he bucked his hips forward. Not long after, he started shooting warm and ready sperm all around him, coating the mirror, sink, floor and even himself.

As he lay on his back breathing, he slips a finger over his abs and brings a taste of Brody’s cum to his mouth, savoring it leaving a malicious smile across his sweaty face laughing lightly, he says,

It worked again, haha, another one down for the books and my first body victim for my new plan.

“Man that was the best sex I’ve had in my own body, of course, after all, who knows a man’s body better than we do, hehe.

It felt so good when he was inside me with his big cock planted in me, but I can go deeper and now that I’m inside of Brody, let’s see what he can do, hehe.”

Narco was your average kid in school, at least in appearance, but he was more intelligent and had excellent social skills when it came to talking to people which came from his knowledge of people psychology.

However, he also wasn’t a normal person for he had a special ability that allow him to enter the body of another person.

He discovered this one day when there was a jock named Kevin who picked on him and would make fun of him a lot because he was superior to him in intelligence rather than physical skills.

One day, when they were the last people in the locker room, Kevin took Narco clothes and hid them he was in the shower.

When Narco came out looking for his clothes, Kevin said,

“I have your clothes right here, hehe”, said the jock.

Give me my stuff, said Narco aggressively.

Why don’t you come and get it, said Kevin.

Narco charged at the bully in an attempt to get his bag, but the jock moved out the way, causing him to ram into a locker right behind him.

Knowing that Narco was shorter than him placed it above the locker.

If you want your stuff, maybe you can go outside and get a ladder, said the jock laughing.

Adding to the insult, he snatched Narco towel off him, leaving him exposed and open to anyone who would see him.

As the jock walked away, Narco humiliated and infuriated charged at him again, this time the bully jock was off guard and fail to the ground with Narco on his back.

While on the ground, Narco begin to merge with the bully jock body, the bully feeling sensation started panicking,

What’s going on, what are you doing to me, this is weird, said the jock as he felt Narco going into his body and very being.

The jock tried to resist, but it was futile.

Narco seeing what was happening begin to realize he was entering the jock and curious, he positioned his body despite his size comparison to the buff jock to align with his body.

His 17 year old teen cock into the much more season teen muscular ass sent shock wave of pain and ecstasy that the bully found it hard to focus on removing Narco.

After a short struggle, Narco managed to get into the Kevin’s body.

He felt his Goliath muscles and ass. His massive pecs and quads along with a special package that was large between them.

As he adjusted to the massive weight change of 220 from a lean 140 pounds he made his way to the mirror.

As he look in the mirror, he continued to explore his body, really excited about the strength and power that the bully jock body possessed. The excitement showed when the already large junk became erect and not able to contain himself began to touch it which sent a wave of pleasure in his body causing him to explore the sensation even more saying,

To be fair, after all the stress we had a moment ago, this could release some stem, hehe, said Narco in the jock deep voice giggling.

As he continued to rub and stroke the large cock, he tried to also resist falling from the amount of testosterone and euphoria going through the jock body still adjusting.

After a few minutes, he shot the jocks load which came out so fast that all of it didn’t just hit the ground, but his hands, abs and nearly coated the whole mirror.

Narco even used the jock own fingers to get a scoop of the sticky syrup and licked it with his own mouth saying,

Mmmh, I guess this body produces good quality cum after all, hehe, said Narco with a light hearted laugh.

However, due to the body in a much more relaxed state from the post nut along with inexperience of using this possession ability, once the load was completed releasing from the powerful jock, Narco was ejected from the body.

The bully jock still recovering from the possession as well as the post nut clarity, which caused him to forget he was ever possessed. From afar, Narco hid in the stalls, watching to see what the jock does next. The jock coming to his full senses and drooling from his mouth realized that he was coated in cum as well as the mirror and floor.

What the fuck man, said Kevin in shock of all the mess he was in the middle of,

“Shit, I was saving that energy to fuck some pussy tonight, but I guess I blacked out again looking at my reflection, haha, said the bully jock looking at the cum all around him.

Yea, this guy is dumb with a capital D, thought Narco.

Oh well, guess I better take a shower, said Kevin as he prepared to get his bar of soap.

Narco then reflects over what has transpired saying,

Man that was incredible, I never had that much fun in my life.

I wonder if I can do that again. Damn, it’s risky but all risk “cum” with danger, haha, said Narco.

Narco paid attention and waited as the jock got into the shower. Once the jock finally started taking a shower, he made his move to see the jock rinse and lather the soap around his chest and underarms, waiting a few seconds for him to get lost in the process.

After a fair minute, he then slowly by steadily made his way to the shower curtain, as the jock had the water pour down his hair to his face.

Fear and excitement brewed in Narco as he stood 3 feet away from him, only blocked by the curtain.

Not able to take the suspense, he jump at the jock who despite being more superior in physically, was at a disadvantage due to being wet and caught off guard.

Landing on top of the jock perfectly grabbing his chest to cling, he begins to phase right through in near alignment as Narco chest and face as though to give an intimate kiss enter the jock’s body.

Because the transition was so smooth it offered little resistance as before. As the jocks eyes open again, it was no longer him, but Narco in full control.

See that wasn’t so hard was it, said Narco as he proceeded to shower the body, exploring it again as before. As he couldn’t help the rush of testosterone and horniness again, Narco said,

“You shouldn’t have dropped the soap”,

as he blew his load in the shower in copious amounts. Despite the water running, you could literally see it go down the drain more than the water. For a moment, Narco thought it might clog it, it was so much cum.

“That’s a dangerously high amount of testosterone in this jock, I guess this is why he can’t control his emotions.”

“I guess I also don’t have to worry about steroids since his junk is well over the normal expectations.”

“He may have failed 9th grade three times and cheated a lot on class work, but props to this guy for being a natural athlete, haha”,said Narco.

Wanting to explore the life of the jock, he couldn’t wait to indulge in the popularity.

Conveniently, the jocks and other popular kids were invited to a party at another jocks house to celebrate the end of the season. He would’ve had to worry about classes and family wondering where he’s at, but he already had been a week early on his week class assignment and his parents were too busy with work to even notice he was in his room.

While at the party, he was actually conversating and laughing with the jocks though he had to make sure he stayed somewhat true to the jocks normal personality.

But one person caught his interest and his name was Jack who was there with his girlfriend. Unlike everyone around him that seemed close, he stood out among them since he didn’t act foolish or talk much.

Wanting to know him more, he approached him and said,

Hey, how’s it going Jack, having a good time, said Narco(in Kevin body).

Oh hey Kevin, yea everything is good, I’m actually about to leave for the night, said Jack.

Leave, is something wrong, said Kevin.

Nothing, you know how it is for me, I’m always busy, hehe.

I’ll see you in school tomorrow, said Jack as him and his girlfriend left.

This moment left a impact on Narco who is used outlandish jocks, but not one so goal oriented and mysterious as him which was new for someone like Narco who usually figured out people almost instantly.

Narco desired to have Jack, not like a friend but as a prized possession that went above anything else.

From then on, he planned continually how he would make Jack see him as Savior.

So for the next few days, he stalked Jack using his possession power at other times to gather information on Jack in order to gain knowledge on his psychology through his action, even crossing personal boundaries like possessing his parents having a little fun as his dad who being a single parent had insight on his son personality.

After 3 weeks, Narco content with this, put his final plan into motion, possessing the jock Kevin again to have an affair with Jack’s girlfriend, which was quite easy since she was always in need of attention from guys while Jack was often busy.

This eventually caused Jack’s girlfriend to break up with him, to ensure no one comforts him or give him any means of support, he had used Kevin’s body again to spread a rumor that made Jack so depressed and ashamed that he wouldn’t enter school with something to cover his face and head to not be noticed.

This is when Narco would make his way to introduce himself personally when all things were going wrong in Jack’s life to appear as a Savior to him.

As I push my brother onto the bed, he says to me, "Please baby bro, I want your mouth on me!"

As I kiss him down towards his cock, I say to him, "Oh come on, I think you mean baby. Hehehe"

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Ever since I almost died choking on a huge piece of candy stuck in my throat three years ago, I have been able to see ghosts everywhere I go, and was scared at first, but now I've gotten used to it after helping them move on to the afterlife.

However, my family has no idea that I have this ability, as I had found ways to keep my ghost seeing ability a secret, such as pretending I'm on my phone, though I have wanted to tell them about this but can't find myself doing so.

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Five Days Ago...

My brother, Jake, suddenly went to my apartment and asked if he can stay here for one night since he's really drunk and didn't want to get home yet.

"Ughh, finee you can stay here." He tried to hug me but I couldn't stand the smell of alcohol so I quickly pushed him away. I tried hard to hide my growing bulge cause his drunk sweaty self is giving me a hard on, and him opening his clothes is not helping.

I quickly went to give him water to sober up and put him on the couch to let him sleep.

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Later that night, I was playing games on my computer after a day of working and looking to relax when I saw a shadow from the corner of my eye.

When I looked, it was a ghost clad in black floating off the floor and I doubled over, falling off my chair.

"Hahaha looks like I shocked you!"

Getting off the floor, I hesitantly asked, "Who are you?"

"Oh hey! My name's Melvin. Pleased to make your acquaintance." He bowed down exaggeratedly to me and I laughed.

He then conjured a spectral chair out of thin air and posed on it. "I've been haunting this place after I died eating a candlelit dinner with my boyfriend. I've been haunting this place since."

"Wait how come I can only see you now? I've been here for a week. And did you move my things?"

"Well," Melvin answered. "Honestly, I wanted to show myself but thought I'd have some fun. I know it's annoying to anyone, but I was a bit of a prankster in my life. Well, now the afterlife."

Just then, Jake opened the bedroom door. "Hey bro, saw that your lights are still on from under your bedroom door. Wanna eat dinner?"

Suddenly I saw Melvin float behind him. "Hey wanna see a magic trick?"

Before I can process what he meant, Melvin put his hands on Jake's back, and Jake froze in place. Melvin then pushed in deeper into Jake's back, causing his body to shake in place as more and more of Melvin gets inside him.

Eventually, Melvin's head is all that's left that's not fully inside and trying to process this, I asked, "W-what is happening?"

Before I can get an answer, Melvin's head phased into Jake's and Jake fell to the floor. Trying to wake him up, I asked, "Hey! Y-You okay?!"

Suddenly, Jake sat up and kissed me hard while touching my growing bulge. "Hi, 'bro' hehehe... or should I say, human friend..." He laughed at his own joke.

"M-Melvin? How?!"

"Well I had taken over people over the years and it was always temporary. I'd let them go and possess them again when I want to feel all the human pleasure that I've been missing."

"I know that you've had a hard on for this bro of yours."

"W-What? No!"

Looking at my growing bulge, Melvin/Jake chuckles. "Ha! You say that, but your body's reacting differently. He then kisses me hard again and takes off his clothes before falling on the bed.

"You know... with me inside, you can have all your wet dreams come true. I'm sure as your 'brother' I can help you with that hehe.. And by the way, your bro's screaming for me to leave his body."

Thinking it over, I then smiled. "Well you don't have to leave his body. I think it's a good thing you took him over. I've always wondered what it'd be like to fuck and be fucked by him hehe."

Chuckling, Jake answered, "Well then, why don't you come here and let your 'bro' fulfill you then?"

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In the present...

Since that day, Melvin/Jake and I have had a very sexual relationship. We took turns fulfilling our respective fantasies and I have had a lot of fun doing everything with him. From playing a superhero who wanted to fuck me pretending to be his enemy to secret lover, to him being a my submissive and me his dom as part of my fantasy, our sex life has been great.

As for the real Jake? I asked Melvin and he said that Jake has been silent the last two weeks so either he accepted Melvin as the one in the driver's seat, or he's gone absorbed into Melvin since suddenly Jake has all his memories.

One of Trevor & Andy’s misadventures, a more detailed account of the sort described in Security Measures - Demons

"What do you think babe, real or fake?"

A continuation of Trevor & Andy's encounter with demons.

Shockingly, after one of the most stressful and exhausting days of his life (so far), Trevor felt incredibly well-rested the next morning.

Turned out that the unexpected advantage to Andy getting made fat was that new weight made him cuddlier than ever, so Trevor had gotten the best sleep of his life- the twink was fairly certain that if he said this to Andy in his currently insecure state it would probably result in the boy developing some sort of complex, but maybe later he'd be able to talk Andy into keeping just a little bit of fluff.