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Everyone needs a break during the summer, even an uptight lawyer doing his internship at city hall. He complained in a forum about how stressed out he was, that he just needed to get laid , that he was over thinking everything so I had one of my twinks send him a simple link. One simple click on it sealed his fate, it took his pressed and tailored suits, perfectly gelled hair and posh attitude and did a 180. His time spent more in a gym then a library or classroom as muscles exploded on his frame. His clothes went from stylish to efficient with little fabric to show off his body and full range of motion. Tightie whities became kokstraps filled to the brim with a giant cock and full set of balls, his jeans permanently sagging.

His face which always had its nose upturned and filled with an unearned sense of superiority now looked dopey and relaxed. His lips plump and always open, his jaw a perfect lantern jaw and his brow bone extended giving him this neanderthal look that just drives me crazy. A backwards hat materializing on his head, messy sweaty hair becoming a constant. The hat turns backwards, removing the last vestiges of his intelligence until it's perfectly backwards, eyes no longer bright with knowledge, instead now empty, vacant and hungry. His cock was hard as steel, if he came it would be permanent, he couldn’t cum… but he loved cum, dumb himbos love cumming. Young dumb and wanting to cum. So cum, cum and let go. Thats it let go and cum those brains out..

Good boy

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

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

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

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

Bro's Night Out

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The stockings hang high next to Santa’s little chute, But things always feel snug when wearing a tight suit.

When Benjamin had asked the rest of the friend group to accompany him out to the club for his birthday, everyone had agreed to a night out. It was a good way of celebrating the end of the semester, and it wasn't often that the other man had asked to go out. Benjamin was the notorious introvert and homebody of the group, usually saying no to going out or leaving early so he could head back home. So when he suggested going out for his celebrations, it was a significant deal to everyone else.

And so, Ethan found himself in the middle of a thumping club, with loud music blasting in his ears and the heavy bass sending vibrations through his body. The rest of their friends were off in the middle of the dance floor, tearing up the scene as they were busy having the night of their lives. But Benjamin had asked Ethan if he could accompany him in getting a drink, and the two hovered on the side at the bar, watching the night unfold.

"How's the night going? Having fun with your birthday?" he asked Benjamin, leaning over to yell in his friend's ear over the loud music. The introvert nodded slowly, a small smile lingering on his lips as his eyes scanned around the room. If Ethan didn't know any better, he could have guessed that Benjamin was having second thoughts about going out, already thinking of a way for him to head home early.

"Ah, ah, none of those thoughts," Ethan teased as he nudged the other's shoulders. "I can practically see what you're thinking. Here. Take a shot with me, and I'll have you pick out the hottest dancer around here. Maybe we can see if they'll give you some special attention for your birthday," he hummed as he turned around to accept his order for two shots of vodka from the bartender. Handing it over to the birthday boy, he nodded his head out towards the crowd. "Alright, so who's the best looking to you?"

Situated throughout the space were small, elevated platforms, adorned with glowing RGB lights that pulsed in time to the music. Each platform had a stripper pole that rose up to the building and just enough space for the dancers to wriggle their hips and gyrate in the space. There were several shirtless, sweaty, and practically naked male dancers, each one moving their body around in a way that invited the club's patrons to stuff their skimpy thongs with dollar bills. The bodies were close enough for people to grope and squeeze as they liked, although the dancers could gently move away if it ever became too much for them. Still, they were the main feature of the place, as most people had their sights locked on the dancers as they stripped down to less and less clothing.

Ethan watched as Benjamin's eyes shifted towards one of the dancers close to the main stage, and he could see why. The other man moved like he was the star of the place, the crown jewel that made everyone beg for a taste. Ethan grinned at his friend's choice, only wiggling his brows as he reached down to grab his hand. "Well, don't just stand there then! I bet he's waiting to thrust his hips against a cutie like you!" he yelled, pulling Benjamin along from the bar towards the dancer, who was busy giving an overeager patron a very public lap dance.

Weaving in and out of the crowd, Ethan had managed to bring them right up to the side of the platform, staring down at the dancer until he noticed them. Fishing out a wad of dollar bills from his wallet, he placed them in the birthday boy's hand and gently nudged him forward. Gesturing towards the stripper, he grinned as he pointed at Benjamin. "It's his birthday tonight! He thinks you're the hottest one in here!"

The dancer glanced at the introvert, now clutching the money tightly out of sheer shyness. To his credit, Benjamin didn't pull away and seemed willing to have some more fun with the dancer if he could relax for a bit. Grinning at the new cutie, the dancer practically tugged Benjamin up onto the platform with him, letting him take a seat where the other patron had previously been sitting just a few moments ago. "Just have fun with me tonight! I promise I'll make it worth your time!"

Pleased with the turn of events, Ethan whooped and hollered as his introverted friend had the dance of a lifetime. Pulling out his phone, he casually flicked past his apps, unwittingly scrolling past the Advent calendar and tapping his daily notice to get to his camera app. Ethan planned on filming it all so he could show the rest of their friends what they had been up to. That, or just for Benjamin to keep for his private records afterwards. His brows raised in surprise as he saw the dancer finish up on his friend, only to lean in close and whisper something into Benjamin's ear that caused the introvert to blush furiously in response.

"What'd he say to you?" Ethan asked as Benjamin had rejoined him by his side, the two of them slipping away back into the crowd to grab some more drinks.

"For me to meet him in the back in ten! It's when he's off stage. He wants to give me a more private show!" Benjamin yelled back over the din of the club, the giddiness and sheer excitement evident in his voice.

Ethan could only whoop and holler some more, slapping his friend on the back out of excitement for him. Benjamin, for the most part, seemed just as pleased. However, he had cautiously asked for Ethan to accompany him when he did go back there, on the off chance that the dancer changed his mind and Benjamin could avoid wallowing in his embarrassment all on his lonesome.

At the given time, the two of them began making their way towards the back, slipping past the bouncers until they made their way towards the dancer's private rooms. Ethan followed along after his friend, amused at the way Benjamin seemed to walk with a renewed purpose. Stopping in front of a door with the name "Benny" in front, the grad student couldn't help but snort in mild amusement. Of course, Benjamin found the one dancer who had practically the same name as him. But he didn't say anything, only flanking the other's side as the birthday boy knocked on the door carefully.

To both of their surprise, the door pushed in, showing the waiting dancer sitting at a makeup vanity desk with his back towards them. Benjamin called out to him inquisitively, although his question received no response. Tilting his head towards the dancer for his friend to approach, Ethan followed after him into the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He had only just turned around to see his friend lightly tapping the other man's bare shoulder, as if to stir him awake. But he hadn't expected seeing the stripper deflate like a balloon being let of all air.

The trim and fit body, glinting with a mixture of glitter and sweat, erupted with a long burp of air billowing out of the dancer's mouth. It was like a wet, elongated fart, spilling out of the deflating body until all that was left was a thin and muscular strip of skin. Ethan gawked at the sight, stumbling deeper into the room to examine the… strange occurrence.

"What did you do?!"

"I didn't do anything! I just tried to see if he was awake or alive, and then he just– he just–!"

"Oh my god, oh my god! No one just deflates like that! What the fuck?!"

There was a clear sense of panic, a frenzy that seemed to overtake the room as Ethan fumbled with his phone, pulling it out nervously as he debated calling for the police. Did he even call the police? Would they consider them murderers? But what could even do that? There was no way either of them had anything on them that could cause a human being to deflate. He flicked open his lock screen, only to see the calendar app already primed and ready. The rhyming couplet seemed to stare back at him, as if taunting him about the turn of events.

His trance was cut off by Benjamin's soft voice, which cut through, a straightforward question adding to the immense confusion already taking place in the room.

"Do you… Do you think I could wear him?"

What. "What?"

But Benjamin's gaze was fixated on the dancer's mouth, a new glint in his eyes as he began examining the stretchy skin. "I… I heard of things like this. Like suits, you know? That just fits over you. I thought there'd be a zipper or something, but…" To prove his point, his fingers wrapped around the inside of the stripper's mouth, and he pulled.

Ethan gasped as he watched the deflated body stretch and extend to the point where it was clearly unnatural for anyone's mouth to move in that way. To Benjamin's point, the other's skin did seem more like a suit with how rubbery and elastic it extended. And while he wanted to tell his friend to stop so that they could go get help, Ethan couldn't help but watch in mild horror and macabre fascination as his friend began to step inside the stretched hole.

Bit by bit, the introvert's body was swallowed up by the stripper's extended hole of a mouth. In some ways, it was no different than putting on one of those inflatable Halloween costumes or a mascot costume. But it was disconcertingly human-like in this suit. Benjamin grunted as he wriggled into the suit, gasping as the skin clung to his own body. While the dancer had a tall, muscular frame, the skinsuit was clinging to every bit of him as he made his way in. Benjamin stared back at Ethan, with all that was left being the dancer's head wrapping over his own. With a soft, shaky breath, Benjamin gasped as he pulled over the last bit.

Ethan was greeted by the sight of the dancer standing in the place where his friend had been. The taller man was in the middle of exploring his body, tugging up his shirt as he groped and squeezed at his muscles. The sensual dancer moaned with each squeeze, his body trembling at the mere touch as he played with himself. It wasn't until he opened his eyes and saw Ethan staring back at him that the stripper stopped mid-exploration, leaving those perfect abs on full display for his friend to ogle at.

"Sorry, he just… feels so sensitive against my skin. It's like this body is mine or something. I didn't think that would actually work," Benny murmured breathlessly as he let his fingers slide down over his nipples and trace down the V-line just above the waistline of his tight shorts. "It's like he's primed to be touched… It's so hard to even think straight when all I want to feel is people putting their hands all over my body and rubbing every last bit of his muscles…"

Glancing away from the more sexual and lewd display his friend was putting on, Ethan huffed as he stepped closer to him. There was such a cocky and confident expression that lingered on Benny's face, as if the other man knew that he was hot stuff and could get people to do whatever he asked. Ethan's hands darted out before he even realized it, letting them grope and squeeze at the other's flexed biceps. "It… It feels like it's you…" He gasped in amazement. There were no gaps or pockets of air from what he could feel. It was as if Benjamin had never existed, or was at least swallowed up in the entirety of Benny. Whatever hard-earned muscles the dancer had before certainly felt the same as what Ethan was squeezing at now. There was no way of knowing that this was a suit, much less that his former homebody friend was buried underneath that taut skin.

Moaning as he felt Ethan's fingers poke and prod at his body, Benny shuddered as he threw his arms behind his head. He assumed a natural bodybuilding pose, allowing his muscles to flex as he contorted into the most comical expression he could manage. "Fuck man, I could do anything in this body. I can pretend to be the dumbest dude out there, and guys would still fall to their feet begging for me to let them worship me," he groaned as a strand of drool spilled out the corner of his mouth. Benny grinned at the stupid, himbo-like expression he was making, letting the light dim from his eyes as he appeared more empty-headed. "Ain't nothing going on in here now except for all the cocks I'm gonna suck tonight. I bet this mouth has been trained to fit in all sorts of sizes; you saw how greedy Benny was swallowing me up. He was practically begging me to take over and wear his skin. Show everyone just how slutty he can really be when I'm in control."

Watching as his friend took control of the dancer's body, Ethan whimpered as Benny leaned in to seal their lips together in a firm and passionate kiss. He could feel the dancer's wet tongue slipping down his mouth, any moans and whimpers swallowed up in the messy make-out session between the two of them. Benny wrapped his arms around the smaller man, keeping Ethan pressed up against his bare chest. It wasn't until they had to break for air that the dancer finally pulled away, only staring down at Ethan with a smirk on his lips. That teasing tongue slipped out once more, making a show of licking up any stray droplets of saliva.

"Delicious… Just for you, I want to put on a little show… You'll let me do that, right? As a thank you for staying with me all night and making sure I was comfortable. And for letting me celebrate my birthday the way I wanted to," Benny purred as he carefully pushed Ethan back until he was stumbling back into a chair behind him. The young man sat down without a word, only staring up with wide eyes as his friend stepped away to begin his little private show.

Benny's movements were slow and sensual, in stark contrast to the fast-paced, thumping music just outside the door. With his friend wearing the dancer's bodysuit, Ethan watched as Benny ground his hips along the floor at a slow and careful pace. It was wildly intoxicating watching the other man move, and the stripper seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. Crawling towards Ethan on all fours, Benny didn't stop until his head was resting against the inside of the younger man's thighs. His tongue was slipping out once more, letting some drool fall as he pressed his nose up against Ethan's crotch. "Fuck… You smell so good here… You want to give me a taste of this, big boy? I wouldn't even mind riding it until the morning. This hole feels so empty without you," Benny whined as his nose prodded at the younger man's bulge.

The two of them were suddenly interrupted by the door opening, and a large, burly man eyed them with a rather impassive face. Whether he registered the pure look of surprise on either of their faces. The stranger didn't say. The bouncer didn't even seem bothered at the sight of the dancer crawling on the ground with his head clearly positioned for a more sexual act in mind. Instead, he glanced over at Benny, jerking his thumb towards the hallway behind him. 

"You're back on in five. You're closing out the night, remember? And put on something a little more show-stopping. The boss wants you to turn heads and catch eyes before you take it all off."

And without waiting for any recognition or response, the man left as quickly as he came, already moving to the next couple of rooms to inform the other dancers the same thing.

Ethan let out a shaky breath of relief that he didn't realize he was holding, only to look over at his friend shuffling through the duffel bag of outfits on the table next to where they had initially found the suit. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for something to wear! You heard them; I gotta wear something flashy to make everyone look at me," Benny said as he began pulling out some outfits. Unbothered if Ethan was watching him or not, the dancer began to dress himself in the middle of the room.

"But you don't work here!" Ethan protested, his brows glancing towards the door nervously in case the other man returned on them once more.

Benny hummed as he finished deciding on two outfits, swapping between the two to show them off for his friend in a slow, model-like turn. The dancer, to his credit, was enjoying the little display, savoring the way his skimpily dressed body showed off all the new muscles and curves to his enticing frame. “Ah, c’mon. It's just for one night. Besides, you've seen what I can do in this body. I don't think I'll have any trouble dancing on stage. Now, which outfit do you think looks better on me?"

Ethan sighed softly as he looked over the dancer's choices, knowing that once Benny had committed to doing something, there was no way anyone could talk him out of it. And if Benny wanted to have some fun dancing on stage in a body that wasn't his, who was he to refuse his friend that fun? "I think the first one could be pretty hot. I'm sure plenty of guys out tonight would have fantasies about a cowboy giving them lap dances or stripping on them," he hummed after careful consideration.

The dancer's eyes sparkled with delight, pleased with Ethan's decision. Benny quickly dressed himself in the suggested attire, testing it out only slightly with a simple sway of the hips and a roll of his body. "Yeah… oh, I like this. I can see myself dancing on people in a fit like this," he purred lowly, tugging his shorts down just a bit to flash the tight band of his thong. "Alright, I think I'm all set, cutie. Thanks for coming back here with me. I think I got my birthday wish granted this year, although it wasn't exactly the way I had imagined it."

Tilting his head as he looked at his friend curiously, Ethan couldn't stop himself as he asked, "What sort of wish did you have in mind?"

Benny's eyes glimmered with a hint of delightful glee now that he had asked, and the dancer only closed the distance between them once more. Keeping the smaller man pinned down to the chair, he climbed on top to let his fat bubble butt brush over Ethan's clothed bulge. The stripper wrapped his strong arms around his friend's head, pulling him in for another wet and sloppy kiss. He moaned sweetly into it, grinding and rolling his hips as he let both of them imagine what it would be like for Benny to sit on top of Ethan's cock later. 

"I wished for a cutie to make out with and make him kiss me until I saw stars. I just didn't think you would be the one to do it for me," he whispered back with a soft giggle. Benny stared down at Ethan for a long moment before finally unlatching himself with a soft peck and a sway of his hips.

"I'll see you out there, yeah? I just gotta swing by the bathroom and put on some more glitter. I'll make sure to think of you when I'm dancing up there," his friend called out as he left the dressing room with a wave of his hand.

Ethan sat there for a moment, staring at his own arousal pressing up against his pants after Benny's more erotic lap dance. His phone pinged in the dim lighting, showing a text from one of their friends asking where they were. As he stared at the screen dumbly, Ethan watched as the time switched to midnight. A soft chime indicated that the next day on his calendar app was open now for him to check in.

Bill stood before his stepson's closed bedroom door, his transparent fleshlight in one hand and a large bottle of lube in the other. Aside from a bracelet and a wedding ring, he was completely naked. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his nerve, and knocked on the door. His heartbeat quickened as he heard his stepson's footsteps approaching on the other side. The door swung open, revealing a just-as-naked Steven. Bill blushed, seeing Steven's cock hard and throbbing.

"You seem ready!" Bill joked nervously, unable to look away from his stepson's stiff erection. Steven nodded, his face reddening, and glanced at the fleshlight in his stepfather's hand. Steven stepped aside and let Bill in. On the desk was an open bottle of conversion pills prescribed by their local doctor, the cause of Steven's erection. "The drug definitely seems to be working," Bill laughed. "Aside from the blatantly obvious, how do you feel?"

"Really good, unsurprisingly," Steven laughed back. "I feel exhilarated! I also feel a little lightheaded, but I think it's because all the blood's going to my cock!"

Bill couldn't take his eyes off Steven's erection: it looked almost the same size and length as his own member, an impressive nine inches. "You could put someone's eye out with that thing!"

Steven laughed, walking over to his bed and sitting down. He then gave Bill a quizzical look up and down. "You know you don't have to be naked for this, right?"

Bill placed his fleshlight and lube on the desk. "I don't know. It just felt right? I'm a little nervous, so my brain's kinda funny right now."

"You're nervous!?" Steven playfully scoffed. "I'm the one that's permanently altering their sexuality here!"

Bill crossed his arms and faced Steven. "I know we've been over it a few times, but you don't have to do this, you know? Your mother and I have no problem with you being gay."

"No," Steven responded bluntly. "I've thought long and hard about this. I want to be straight. I need to be straight."

Bill looked deep into Steven's eyes, seeing nothing but pure determination. He grabbed his fleshlight, popped off the top, took some lube, and smeared it over the silicone pussy lips. He then stepped before Steven. "Then, by all means. Let's get you converted!"

"More like cured," Steven enthusiastically grinned, putting his legs into a manspread.

Bill got on one knee and placed the fleshlight over the tip of Steven's penis. He rubbed it around, making Steven moan. "Ready?"

"Fuck yes!" Steven moaned. Bill then pushed down, forcing Steven's quivering erection into the fleshlight. He pressed all the way down to the tip of Steven's penis, forcing every thick inch inside. "Oh, Fuck!" Bill started working Steven's cock, making him moan with each pump up and down. "I can already feel my homosexuality slipping away. It's all pouring into my balls!"

"Does it feel good?" Bill asked, pumping harder.

"It feels incredible!" Steven moaned. He closed his eyes, taking in the euphoric sensation. "I've wanted this for so long." Bill pumped harder, making Steven moan louder. "I can't wait to finally be normal, like you! I'm gonna like girls! I'm gonna fuck girls! I'm gonna fuck pussy, only pussy!"

"Show me!" Bill encouraged. He stopped pumping up and down and held the fleshlight still. "Fuck it!"

"Yes, Sir!" Steven moaned. He thrust forward and fucked the fleshlight hard, filling it with his pre. "I can really feel the conversion pill kicking in now! Oh my god, I can feel the new desire for women and pussy being pumped into me! Oh, Fuck! Oh Fuck yes!" Steven humped faster. "It feels so good! It feels so fucking good!" Bill smiled, thrilled to see Steven so elated. "I'm gonna finally be able to have a wife, a family, a normal life!" Steven humped even harder. "I want a wife, a wife to breed! I want to breed her so fucking bad!"

"Breed her!" Bill encouraged, pumping his hand back up and down again. 

"Oh fuck!!!" Steven moaned. The combination of Bill's pumping and his own thrusting was too much. He was going to blow. "OH FUCK!!!" With that, Steven ejected his pumped-up homosexuality into the fleshlight, moaning like a beast. The expelled homosexuality glowed like shiny glitter, making the fleshlight light up. Bill gently took his fleshlight off Steven's cock, ensuring no drop poured out. Steven smiled with relief, realizing his mind was clear of all attraction to men and cock. He was now as straight as a nail. "Holy fuck, I'm cured!!" Steven got up enthusiastically from his bed and hugged Bill, surprising him. "Thank you so much!!"

"No problem, kiddo!" Bill chuckled, trying not to fling Steven's expelled homosexuality everywhere. He hugged Steven back and ran his free hand through Steven's hair, playfully messing it up. "It's gonna take a minute to get used to you being a fellow breeder now!" Steven laughed, not over the high of being converted. They let go of each other and looked at the glowing fleshlight curiously. "What do we do with it?"

"Do what I've wanted to do with it for years," Steven quickly responded. "Pour it down the drain!"

"What if I drank it instead?!" Bill playfully teased. "That would be something, wouldn't it! In one afternoon, you go straight, and I go gay. Just imagine what your mother would think?!"

"Like you'd really do that!" Steven laughed.

Bill twisted the head of the fleshlight off, turning it into a makeshift cup. "You think I'm bluffing?"

"No way?!" Steven was taken aback, unable to tell whether Bill was joking.

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"Ta-da! Merry Christmas!"

Ethan stared at the crudely wrapped gift being shoved into his hands, only staring back at Leo with a raised brow in confusion as the other man eagerly bounced on the balls of his feet. It was clear what the gift was, given how poorly the other man attempted to hide it. But as far as Ethan could tell, it looked like a toy gun bundled up with some paper taped over it.

Clearing his throat, he tilted his head as he looked over at Leo. "...You know Christmas was a few days ago, right?"

Leo huffed as he flashed his best puppy-dog look at Ethan, wide eyes gazing up at his friend as he leaned in close. "I know… but I didn't get to see you until now! And if it's too late, then we can say it's a New Year's gift instead! You like it, right? Please say you like it!"

Unable to contain his amusement at how cute the other man was when he was pleading with him, Ethan only pushed Leo back so he could sit back on the couch. "Alright, alright, let me open it first! Sheesh, you're so eager about this, huh? I didn't even think to get you something, man. I'm sorry about that."

But the other man shook his head as he turned his gaze towards Ethan, unwrapping the gift. "Oh, I don't need anything! I just saw this and wanted you to have it, so I took it!" In Ethan's lap was a slim device, reminiscent of a science ray gun with buttons and knobs on the side. The label on it read "Care Bear Gun 3000," although Ethan doubted there was an actual store that sold something like this.

"Leo… where did you get this?"

Apparently, the question was enough to make the other man flush a soft shade of pink, confirming to Ethan that Leo had gotten this somewhere he shouldn't have. The young man watched as his friend shuffled about awkwardly on the sofa, only glancing up once he had worked up the courage to admit the truth. Leo mumbled something quietly, only flinching when Ethan raised a curious brow at him.

"...I found it in the science lab. The people seemed so excited about it, so I thought it would be a good gift. I don't know what it does, though, but it looked nice, and I wanted you to have it. So you can't be mad at me about that!" Leo protested, puffing his chest out as a way of making himself seem bigger and determined to not be at fault. The whole behavior and interaction were wildly cute to Ethan, only causing him to burst out laughing in amusement at how silly his friend was being.

Ethan reached over to ruffle his friend's hair, only patting his shoulder reassuringly. "I'm not mad, but we'll return this after we play with it for a bit, okay? I'm sure the lab people are freaking out about where their project has gone. Stealing stuff isn't good to; you wouldn't like it if someone took your stuff without you asking, right?" Once he had properly reprimanded the other man for taking something that wasn't his, Ethan turned his focus towards the strange raygun that Leo had snagged from the lab.

Carefully turning it over in his hand as he inspected it, he noticed that there were a few knobs on the sides, each with its own label. There wasn't any clear indication of what they meant, only labeled with letters like "P" or "H." Ethan fiddled with it before putting the raygun on its safety lock. Pointing it at an empty wall, he gestured for Leo to stay put on the couch. "I'm just going to test this out, okay? Just to see what happens."

When he pulled the trigger, a pink laser light shot out from the tip of the gun, offering a steady stream of light that struck the blank wall. And yet, after a moment or two of Ethan shooting the raygun, nothing had happened. He took his finger off the trigger, frowning as he looked at the strange device in his hands. While he hadn't wanted explosive or damaging to the walls of the apartment, Ethan was a bit disappointed with how nothing seemed to change. His thoughts were interrupted when Leo gently poked his side, holding a little paper pamphlet in his hand.

"Oh, they also had this, by the way. Something next to the gift. Looked important, so I grabbed it too!" Leo hummed, clearly proud of himself and forgetful of everything Ethan had just scolded him for a few minutes ago. Sighing as he took the offered manual, Ethan sat back down on the couch, flipping through the scribbled notes about what the different knobs meant. He also noted the small slogan underneath the name of the raygun on the front of the manual.

Turning boys into caring bear daddies! For all your lonely needs!

As Ethan skimmed through the manual, reading whatever he could amidst the strange chicken-scratch writing, his thoughts were interrupted by the front door slamming open, causing both him and Leo to flinch in surprise. Drawing his gaze up, Ethan felt himself grimacing at the sight of Trevor sneering down at them, still shirtless and sweaty after a quick pump at the gym.

"Yo, this little fag came back? Ain't no way. I thought you moved out or something, bruh. What's a little bitch like you doing here? Are you here to beg me to take you back as my slutty, beta boy bitch slave?" Trevor laughed as he closed the door behind him. Stomping over towards the couch, he jerked his head towards the raygun in Ethan's hands. "What's that? Some dumb little soyboy toy you're trying to play with? Here, give it over. You don't deserve shit like that."

Leo huffed as he moved to keep the gun in Ethan's hands. "It was my gift to him! For the New Year. You can't take things that don't belong to you," he protested. And if the situation hadn't gotten so tense, Ethan would have laughed at the irony of his friend saying such a thing. But Trevor wasn't amused at the two of them standing up to him, and he moved to grab the raygun from Ethan's lap. "Yeah, right. You don't give gifts for New Year's. What are you, stupid or some shit? When I said 'give it over,' I wasn't asking."

But Ethan's hand was still placed on the trigger, and he did his best to try to pull the gift away from Trevor's tight grasp. Unfortunately, the scuffle accidentally flipped the safety switch back off once more, and Ethan's finger pressed on the trigger, shooting a beam of pretty pink lasers onto the aggressive man's chest. The effect was almost instantaneous, with Trevor stumbling away from him, releasing his grip on the raygun.

"W-What… what the fuck did you do to me, you piece of shit?!" he roared as his eyes widened with both a mixture of panic and fear. Quickly inspecting himself, Trevor found that there was no wound or damage done to him, which soothed his panic that this had been an actual gun. But as he stalked towards Ethan once more, with fury lingering behind his eyes, the gymrat stopped midway with a stunned expression on his face. There was a pregnant pause, with Leo and Ethan tense about what Trevor would do next. But the other man simply groaned lowly, his eyes and head rolling back as he began to twitch and jerk about.

It was like watching a body horror film in slow motion, the way Trevor's body began to blow up and inflate. The already-large man's muscles were soon stretching and growing, packing on years of dedication to the gym into Trevor's already firm frame. In fact, the man before them looked as if he were Trevor, but several more years older. Time was passing before their very eyes, and Trevor was soon aging up to a point where he was no longer the young, alpha, cocky jock who owned the place.

Left in his place was a beefy, hairy man, a full daddy that had a nice dusting of hair on his chest. A cute treasure trail moved down towards the V-lines of his obliques, showing off a fine coating of hair that Trevor never had before. The growing man grunted as a thick moustache formed on his face, the itchy sensation causing him to reach up and scratch at it.

The fiery anger and toxic nature ingrained in Trevor's personality were slowly fading, like the passionate flames of a roaring bonfire gradually dwindling into a small, glowing ember. The beefier daddy groaned as he stumbled forward, falling to his knees as he knelt before Ethan and Leo. He stared up at them with confused eyes, the small remnants of Trevor's previous nature still struggling as he felt himself fading away into this new form. Thoughts of love and empathy began to flood into his head, and the beefy man shuddered as he brought one hand up to grope and squeeze at his hefty pecs to stimulate himself.

Watching as Trevor began to squeeze and pinch at his nipples, Ethan couldn't help but notice the lingering sadness that seemed to hang over the older man like a cloud. While he didn't expect the raygun to work so effectively on the other man, it appeared that he had left the setting on someone who was more submissive and needy, always seeking comfort. Glancing down at the gun, Ethan began to fiddle with the device once more, pushing knobs about to set the settings onto something different.

Leo, in the meantime, had slid off the couch to stand in front of the kneeling man. "What's wrong, Trevor? You look so sad," he murmured as his fingers ran through the older man's head. Trevor shuddered as he leaned into the touch, only groaning as he felt his ass cheeks plump up with some extra fat, as if begging for something to fill him up tight.

"I… I– I'm so lonely… I want a big, hairy daddy to take care of me and love me. But there aren't any other bears in this building to care for me," Trevor moaned, his eyes wide with sadness as he stared up at Leo with pleading eyes. His big arms carefully wrapped around the young man's legs, keeping him trapped in his embrace as he tucked his nose against Leo's crotch. "I don't want to be lonely…"

After clicking the final bits of knobs into place, Ethan peered down at the changed man with a slight smile on his lips. This version of Trevor was far sweeter and caring than he had been, and it would certainly be a shame if he left him to his own devices. "Why don't we fix that for you? We can make a new daddy for you right here and now. One that will always care for you," he hummed.

Trevor nodded eagerly in anticipation, his eyes sparkling with newfound hope and excitement as he stared back at Ethan. Leo, in the meantime, only turned his head around, brows furrowed in surprise at Ethan's statement. "We can?"

Another beam of pink light shot out, striking Leo in his back as Ethan pointed the raygun at his friend. A wave of warmth began to surge through Leo, a flood of unfamiliar emotions and feelings as he stumbled forward. He inadvertently pushed his bulge deeper against Trevor's face, but the older man didn't seem to mind this change. In fact, he eagerly mouthed and licked at Leo's cock through his clothes, only humming with delight as the thick piece began to grow and fatten underneath what Leo was wearing.

Low groans spilled from his lips as Leo did his best to steady himself. His fingers gripped onto the back of Trevor's head as his body also began to grow and age up. Leo's age surpassed Trevor's, with several more years added to it. Light gray hairs began to pepper into his formerly dark curls, and his body began to sprout with all sorts of dark, matted fur. Leo moaned as his armpits were fluffed up with extra coarse strands, and his chest and forearms became darker with all the excess hair growing wherever his skin used to be smooth before. The changing man shuddered as he felt years of experience and a life he never lived being slotted into his brain, with the main emphasis being on Trevor and only Trevor.

Hissing as he felt his back arch, Leo's ass cheeks began to push out against his clothes, causing a slight tear in his shorts as he rutted against Trevor's face. As a thick moustache started to grow in, almost covering the entirety of his upper lip, Leo began to remember things about Trevor that didn't seem to be there before. Things like the first time they kissed and the way their facial hairs brushed up and itched the other's. The first time they went on a date as an official couple, with Leo taking Trevor around wherever he wished to go. And the moment he proposed and married the love of his life, officially making their partnership into a husband-and-husband dynamic.

There was a flicker of confusion that lingered in Leo's expression as he tried to make sense of all these strange memories that were flowing into his head. He didn't remember doing things like this with Trevor before. Even before all this, Leo couldn't remember how his life was as a dog, before he swapped into Julian's body. But his expression of uncertainty and confusion was clearly visible on his face, with Trevor gazing up at him and whimpering out of growing fear at being rejected by this older man.

"Y-You… You don't want to love me?" Trevor whispered, staring up at Leo with watering eyes as he tucked his nose up against Leo's hefty bulge.

In that moment, it was like a switch had turned on inside his head, and the older man could only lean down to cup both sides of Trevor's face. Leo carefully held him in place, only finding himself kissing and making out gently with the other man to seal these changes into place. It was slow and hesitant at first, but it gradually grew into something more heated and far more passionate, surpassing their first time making out. He growled lowly, clearly displeased at the wavering tone and the sadness that lingered in Trevor's eyes. This was his husband; his lover. He should never have to question how much Leo adored him and cared for him.

“...No, no… I love you. I love you, babe."

Two golden rings materialized on each of their ring fingers, and the memories flooded into them. Leo grunted as the silly, goofy, explorative nature of his former self melted away into something far more dominant and controlling. Of course, he wasn't one to restrict Trevor from doing what he pleased, but Leo didn't mind it when his husband called him 'sir' or 'daddy' instead. He shuddered as he stared down at the way his thick thighs framed Trevor's face, trapping his lover up between his legs to force him down on his cock. And yet, the other man loved to bob and gag away on his fat length, and it seemed like today was no different.

Pulling the other man's face away from his bulge, Leo all but pulled him up so that he could kiss Trevor properly on the lips. The taste was an absolute delight for him, and the older man hummed as he wrapped his arms around the other. His hands slid down Trevor's backside, only stopping as he cupped his husband's fat ass cheeks. He loved pounding them and feeling it clench around his cock, and if the light foreplay Trevor had been showing him earlier indicated anything, it seemed like both of them were ready to get hot and heavy with each other.

Their passionate and deep make-out session was interrupted by Trevor pulling away, only looking over Leo's shoulder to look at the young man sitting on their couch with a toy gun in his hand. Smiling as he stole a kiss on his husband's cheek, Trevor tilted his head to look at Ethan with a raised brow.

"Were you planning on joining us, cutie? Or were you just here to watch the show? It's a very hot show," Trevor purred, his eyes lingering on the strange device clutched in the younger man's hands.

It was clear just how aroused the young man was from watching the two of them kiss and make out in front of him, but Trevor was surprised to see Ethan shake his head carefully. It seemed like it took a lot of effort for him to deny a hot and heavy threesome, only tucking away the raygun into his backpack. "Maybe another time. I'm going to do some more work with this, but I'll let you two enjoy yourselves. I wouldn't want to impose on your company," he mused, a knowing smile lingering on his lips as he stood up and made his way to the door.

Both of the older men were unfazed by the other's refusal, only moving their frotting and greedy kissing towards their shared bedroom. Ethan had barely made it to the front door before he heard the rather lewd and noisy sex noises spilling out from their open bedroom door. Perhaps he would join them on another day. But today, it was just for the two of them to enjoy.

Mark had grown tired of his son’s antics, and his rebellious ways. He was one of the few people who had recently been leaning towards the “jock” lifestyle, and for months now his son Jack was spending more time at the gym with his “bros” than he was actually at school, studying, doing something that was useful with his time. So it was only after a few weeks of this “nonsensical” behaviour that Mark decided to do something about it. He purchased a ‘DADDY’ cologne, of sorts, making sure to spray copious amounts on his own body as he came down to greet his son, lounging around on the sofa, after changing and planning to go out to the gym once more. Jack sniffed around, watching his father sit down on the couch, shirtless and revealing his lean body which Jack started to find…alluring, almost attractive in a way, not like it was something he would personally go for, it was his father after all, but he looked at his father with something more, something like a sense of pride, as if he should have a body like that too.

The cologne wavered around his nose and as he scratched at it, sniffing deeply, he felt hairs begin to slowly grow over his lips, creating a moustache similar to his fathers that made him gasp down in horror, only to breath more of the musky scent and be willed down back into his transformative state, his cock pressing hard against his shorts as he felt his finger reach down and start to peel away his shorts, allowing his cock to hit the air and as the wet musk came to meet it, the head of his cock instantly poked out, pushing away the foreskin as pre-cum slowly began to drip down his head, like the sweat on his brow. Jack murmured and moaned as his father got up and left, flashing him a grin as the scent continued to waver around the room.

Jack moaned once more, finding himself peeking down at his body as he felt his abs begin to slowly define themselves, more hair began to grow on his body as a result, his chest resembling that of his father’s. In fact he began to notice that the hair on his chest was beginning to become far more darker than his actual blonde hair. His feet flexed forward, continuing to grow as he felt his back churning and lengthening on the couch, his hands stretched out at the same time, his body growing to accommodate his change in height and width. He couldn’t help himself anymore, his hand crawling down to cradle his much larger cock, watching as his pubic hair also grew darker as he saw the first tufts of blonde hair began to fall from his scalp, a new and wavier hairstyle similar to his father’s was growing in its place, and Jack already knew it was darker when one of the locks dangled from his forehead.

He began to thrust and hump at the air, another hand reaching towards his erect nipple and finding more pleasure than ever before rubbing it and watching his cock wave back and forth every time one of his large fingers caressed the nipple and send a jolt of pleasure coursing through his body. It was only a matter of time before the silver watch on his arm became different, more sturdy and less expensive or flashy than beforehand, almost as if he bought it to actually look at the time, which Jack seemingly agreed with, as his body matured, so did his mind.

His dripping and wet cock couldn’t be contained as his finger came along the head, rubbing it before he felt two fingers rubbing the head of his cock, and the more they rubbed, the more he felt the gap between his legs grow as his ass started to become rounder, and larger, causing him to groan once more as he felt his cock spasm before he gave it one last stroke and cum rocketed onto his body, spraying his chiselled muscular torso and causing his matured face to drip with cum.

In the meantime, as Mark heard his son moan, he couldn’t help but laugh as he finally began stepping upstairs, heading towards the bathroom where he last left his shirt. But as soon as he picked it up, he was surprised to see his shirt was a grey hoodie, with furrowed brows he looked up as he saw hair fall down and watched as his matured face was left with no moustache.

“W-What the fu-” Mark tried to exclaim before he fell down, writhing on the ground as he suddenly felt his two fingers come down to similarly tease the head of his cock, a hand on his nipple as his body hair began to become washed away. The watch that was tightly knit around his wrist became flashier, as he knew that these were the same movements his son did, well of course these were the same movement, he was Jack.

No! He tried to resist it, but knowing he couldn’t, he simply felt cock spasm at the youthful look that attained his body, the blonde hair that was now streaking from his scalp as he moaned in his higher voice, and felt cum grace his youthful body and face, dripping down as he barely had time to collect his breath, getting up and admiring his body.

If Mark, or as he was now known as Jack, had read the cologne carefully he would have spotted now, in his youthful and strong hands that it read ‘SON’ on the other side, it was something that would swap the daddy and son, not simply mature one and not the other. And it was too bad for them that neither had the desire to swap back, as Jack came downstairs to meet the scowl of his new father as he told him he was heading to the gym for his workout with his bros. One way or another, the jocks always win.

It was some fuck shit, man. Hiding behind a dumpster, pantin' through my balaclava... I can't believe that little shit ratted on me to the fuckin' cops. Picture this. I'm in that fucker's car, a beautiful Aston Martin, just about done hotwiring it. I was literally three fuckin' seconds away from getting the hell out of there, with a sick new ride. But no, that stupid fuckin' rat let me in the gate, watched me hop in the car, and then called the fuzz. Thought he'd be able to just pocket the two grand I paid him off with, but believe me. Karma is a bitch.

So by the time I had the car ready to go, I hear the fuckin' pigs squealin' at me. The whole nine yards, man. Guns drawn, "put your hands up," blah blah blah. Fuck that shit. I took the fuck off, hoppin' over the fence and just cutting through people's backyards. Man, they had a whole perimeter set up. Cops on every major street corner, watchin for my big bird lookin' ass decked out in black. On a side note, I looked hot as fuck by the way. Not gonna lie, the kicks were fresh as fuck. But either way, there was no way I was gonna get back to the docks without being seen. So I had to fall back onto plan B.

I snuck through alleys, hid behind trashcans and corners, but I knew my trashy ass apartment was just around the corner. Plus, if that little fucker told them who I was, they'd be looking for Thiago Zapata at his place, right? Only thing is, I wasn't gonna go to my place. I moved into the building like three months ago, so I got to know the neighbors pretty alright. The old lady across the hall, the streetracer to the left, and to the right were Chase & Aidan. Two little cocksuckers. Aidan was alright, built like a fuckin' blonde twig but always real happy and nice. He was cool, but his man was another story. Chase was one of those little trust fund bitches, thinkin' they own everything, thinkin' you should be thankful to just be around them... I made all my money snatchin' shit from fuckers just like him. Always lookin' me up and down, questioning my swag, complaining about the smoke, complaining about the music; bro, he literally came up and was like "Do you bathe? I can smell you from next door." Fuckin' bitch ass. I decided then and there, if a plan should ever go wrong, I now had a plan B.

So as I bolted across the street, hiding stiff as a board behind a tree, I finally made it to the shithole that was my building. No cops outside yet, but from the sirens I knew they were on the fuckin' way. I checked my phone, seein' the time was just before 10 PM. The universe was on my side that night man, I guess it was as fuckin' fed up with Chase as I was. I got upstairs and hid in the janitor's closet right between my door and theirs, and I waited. I knew he always came home late from whatever the fuck he did every Saturday night, and that Aidan would be sitting there waiting for him like a lil' puppy. I almost felt bad for the guy. Not knowing what it's like to stick your dick in some good fuckin' pussy, and then for the guy you give it up for to be such a piece of shit. I'm doing him a favor, bro.

I heard the footsteps comin' up the stairs, so I opened the door just a crack, in case it was the fuckin' pigs about to break into my place. But no, there he was in that whack ass outfit, lookin' like he lived at Abercrombie & Fitch, struttin' down the hall probably drunk as shit. I waited for him to get close to the closet, and just as he stumbled right in front of the door, I got him. Left hand around the mouth, right arm around the neck. He thought he could wriggle out of the whole thing, but man was it easy to drag the little fucker into my apartment and lock the door. He could barely stand up, sniveling like the little weasel he was, but when I took off my mask his face turned from fear to rage.

"I knew it. I knew this is the kind of street trash you are. Is that why the cops are circling the block every five seconds?" I didn't say shit. I just kicked off my J's, and tossed my bag onto the floor. "See, this is why we need border control, so thugs like you can get shipped back to Mexico. Fucking fence jumper." I stripped my hoodie, wouldn't need it for what I was about to do.

"Bruh, you know I'm from fuckin' Colombia. You know that. Racist little pendejo." That little shit scoffed at me. Rolled his eyes as he pulled out his phone. Man, I smacked that shit out his hands real fuckin' quick. "Be a good little cumdump and shut the fuck up. Turn around, bitch!" I spun him around and pushed his bitch ass against the wall, but before I could do what I needed to, that little fucker spat on my face.

"Hope you like Guantanamo, amigo." I was like, nah, fuck this shit. I'm not takin' that from a 5'9 rich, racist gringo. He was gonna be tight as fuck, but I've been in tighter squeezes. I got his pants by the belt loop, and yanked 'em down. He wriggled his ass in my face, as if he was gonna get lucky tonight. Heh, I guess he did. Just like I did back in New Orleans, I squatted down, put my hands together, and in I went with a wet squelch. "What the fuck?!"

I looked at his stretched hole, swallowing my arms up to my fuckin' elbows. I couldn't help but smile as I started to wriggle up into him. His bitchin' quickly turned into moanin', as my arms squeezed up in him, and my head started to sink into the hole. I slithered up inside him, my shoulders, my lats... it got easier as we got down to my waist, enough for my hands to feel inside of his shoulders. I pushed 'em down, my thick arms stretching his skin as I slipped his hands on like gloves. Feelin' the cold drywall beneath his fingers, the sweat pouring from his pores... they were mine now. So as much as I wanted this little fuck to suffer, I was feelin' generous that night. My arms were already in his, so it was easy to just hold the top of his curly haired head and thrust mine up his throat. I could hear his gurgles as he tried to moan in pleasure, but within a couple of seconds, I felt the top of my head pressin' against the roof of his mouth. One more little push, and it gave way. My head slipped into his in the blink of an eye.

I used his hands to tug on his face, makin' sure everything was sittin' where it needed to sit. Didn't wanna be lookin' like the bug guy from Men in Black, you know what I'm sayin'? Took a minute, had to shove my tongue into his, make sure my eyes lined up, get my ears inside his; feelin' my hoops rip through his skin, I opened my new mouth and breathed in. Man, I had to smile, lickin' his lips and lookin' down. Fuck I'm glad his arms stretched enough for mine, the lil' cocksucker needed a bit of meat on him. My pecs filled out his skinny lil' chest, my ink already seepin' up to the surface of his skin. But at that point he looked like a puppet, man. I'm up in the top half, but my ass and legs are stickin' out his hole.

I flexed my abs, feelin my fat ass squeezin' in, my cock and balls slurpin' in... Bro, his twiggy little butt got big real fuckin' quick when my cheeks inflated into his. My thighs and calves quickly slipped in, only leavin' my big ass feet stickin' out his ass. I smirked with his cocky lil face.

"Aww. I forgot to bathe, bro. My bad." Shit, his voice sounded good on me. Can't imagine he'd be into the feet he complained about stinkin' so fuckin' much squeezin' into his tight lil' body. Not that he was gonna be complainin' anymore, anyway. They were a bit sweaty, so all I had to do was jerk my knees up a bit and in they went. I pushed my legs down into his, watchin' with a big ass smile on my face as I saw my feet beneath his the skin of his tiny lil' legs slippin' down. My toes reached the base of his heel, and just like puttin' on a pair of sneaks, I shoved those big ass puppies up into his. His feet were all wriggly and warpy as they stretched out, but quickly those lil size 8's were my size 13's, ripe stink and all.

I stood up straight, watching as his lower body stretched upward, going from 5'9 to 6'3 as my quads and calves filled his to the fuckin' brim. Man, it was like puttin' on skinny jeans. I don't fuck with that shit, but here we are. The tightest pair of pants ever. I looked at his groin, all fucked up and not aligned. I smirked, my favorite part. I grabbed his cock, pulling it out as far as it would stretch, farther than it should stretch; just enough for me to push my cockhead to the base of his shaft. Bruh, when I tell you it's like slippin' your babymaker into a fleshlight, I fuckin' mean it. I got hard right then and there, bro. As my big meaty cock pushed into his, it got thicker as it went further, slurpin' into the little cocksleeve it was, until my musky 9 incher had completely filled his. Tuggin' a bit more on his dick skin to gimme my foreskin back. One final snap of the skin, and a bit of ball shufflin' and I was fuckin' in.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK* "Police, open up!" I turned, smirkin'. Too late, porkers. I picked up my black hoodie, slippin' it on over his torso, pulled on some sweatpants and slipped my big puppies back into my J's. I walked over to the door, and swung it wide with a grin on my face. Two cops were outside, starin' me down with confusion. "Uh, good evening, sir. Is this Thiago Zapata's domicile?" I pretended to be all confused, cockin' my head a bit.

"Uh, yeah, man. I'm watchin' it while he's gone. He said he was gonna be in Cartagena for a couple of weeks or whatever. I'm the neighbor." The dumbasses just nodded, scribblin' in their dumb lil' notepads.

"And what's your name, sir? First and last, please." Not a moment too soon, I felt his memories start to slink into my head. I smirked.

"Chase Hightower. I live with my boyfriend in 2C, next door." They wasted like fifteen more minutes gettin' all up in my business, askin' all their questions... I just smiled and nodded, using Chase's memories to give them all the answers they were looking for. Finally they gave up trying to get in, sayin' they were gonna get a warrant or whatever. "That's totally fine, bro. I'll be next door whenever it comes through. Oh, and I just gotta say, Thiago's a good dude. Real nice guy, fine as fuck too. Gotta be some kind of mistake." I had to throw that in, this little shit would be tellin' them all sorts of fake shit about me, none of it good. But as they stomped off, I closed the door and threw my fist up in the air. "FUCK YEAH! NICE TRY MOTHERFUCKERS!" I collapsed onto my couch, takin' a breather before his most recent memories started to get clearer. Aidan was sitting next door, waiting for him to show up.

I had to keep up appearances, after all. So I just grabbed a couple of my things: clothes n' shit, all my kicks, my weed and papers, some cash, and a couple of condoms. Chase was a good lookin' kid before, but with me in there, I'm gonna have girls slobberin' all over this dick! Hah! I got it all in a couple of bags, picked up his phone I'd swatted to the ground, and headed over to Chase's apartment. I opened the door and the place was fuckin' immaculate man. Clean, fancy furniture, smellin' like Febreeze... Damn, we'll see how long this takes to fuck up.

"CHASE!" I turned, seeing Aidan with his arms crossed, tappin' his foot on the kitchen floor. He was fuckin' pissed. "Where in the fuck have you been? There's cops everywhere!" The cops may not have known Chase, but Aidan sure as fuck did. I had to really use his memories to play it off, but man, I'm always slippin' through the mask.

"Ahh, babe. It's my bad. Got stuck in traffic or... whatever. I'm so..." A memory surfaced then and there. The memory of why Chase was so late that night, of why he came home late every fuckin' Saturday night. It was fuzzy at first, but as it got clearer, I saw him fuckin' some dude raw across town. Every weekend, steppin' out on this poor kid, just to dump his load into some lil twink and come home to pretend nothin' was wrong. Fuck, this guy was shit. "I'm... sorry. Won't happen again, babe. I promise you that."

Right off the bat, I knew he saw something was wrong. I don't know if it was delayed reaction, or if he was just so fuckin' pissed he didn't see it at first... But he definitely saw it then. His boy wasn't over 6'0 before. His boy wasn't dressin' in black hoodies and Jordans. His boy wasn't stacked from hours every day at the gym. But now... he was.

"You look off. What have you been doing? Are you on steroids?" I kept searching through Chase's memories to find something to use to diffuse a very pissed off Aidan. Eventually, I found it. I smirked, leaning my arm against the wall and crossing my ankles.

"What, babe? You liking what you're seein'? You been askin' for me to play bad boy for months now, well tonight's your night, bro." His demeanor immediately shifted from rage to nervousness. "Yeah, just like Thiago next door, right? You love it when he gets home all sweaty and jacked, smellin' like a locker room. You like it when you hear him poundin' babes all night long on the other side of the wall. You wanted him to step on your face and make you lick his feet and suck his big smelly cock..." I groped my bulge through the sweats, watching as his eyes went down to my throbbin' package. The kid was sweet, man he had a thing for me. Little did he know he had the real deal in front of him.

"I... Why now? You said he was dirty and disgusting and you'd never be like him..." I grinned, pushin' off the wall to strut over to him. He leaned against the counter as I put my arms on either side of him, pushing my new body right up against his. I could feel his lil' cock throbbin' against mine. It was... I don't know, man, it was cute the way he was blushin' lookin' at me.

"Yeah, maybe I like dirty and nasty, now. 'Cuz I know you like dirty and nasty..." I put my hand on his bulge, squeezing rough. He moaned, lettin' out a soft whimper. "Yeah, babe. How's bout you let Thiago take care of you tonight, babe. Go to the bedroom and strip for me." He sat there for a second, I guess he was thinkin' or whatever, but it didn't take long for a smile to show up and for him to run into the bedroom. I couldn't help but laugh, bro. It was so cute. There's somethin' so feminine about the guy, kinda reminds me of my ex. I guess guys could be femme too, maybe I could get with that. Fuck, why not. I was like, I'm gonna be in here for a long time, might as well get some tail in while I'm here.

I walked into the bathroom, pullin' off my sweatshirt and lookin' into the mirror for the first time. The chest ink is all done, his skin forever gonna be branded with my tatts. I pull out his phone, typing in my bro's number with the crew. I snap a pic of my sweaty, sexy new gringo bod, and send it to him.

"Layin' low for a minute, O. Pigs got me all fucked up. Still down for jobs, tho." I smirked, pressin' send, and walkin' out into the dark bedroom. Aidan was bare-ass naked, his legs up in the air and a surprisingly juicy lil' ass beggin for this dick. His hole puckered as he whimpered for it. Man, somethin' snapped in me that night, bro. It just looked so fuckin' nice... such a perfect, tight lil cum dump... and he was literally beggin' for it. I growled as I pushed my sweats to the ground, my briefs fallin' with them. Struttin' over to him, my J's squeakin' on the wood floors, I'm just ready to stick that drippin' musky rod inside him before he chirps up.

"Wait..." I look down at him, leaning over the top of him with a wolfish grin. "Can we... can we do the thing..." I knew exactly what he was talkin' about. Chase was such a fuckin' prude he'd never do it for the kid, but with me in the driver's seat, this thirsty lil guy was gonna get a whole new side of his man. I grinned as I pulled off one of my Jordans, holding it just below my face to take a quick sniff. Man, I'd been runnin' in these all night, liftin' in these every day, it stank of my ripe ass feet, and he'd been dreamin' of that funk ever since I moved in.

I slammed the sneaker down over his nose, spitting on my pre-slicked cock before thrusting my length into his puckering hole. I fucked that kid hard, just like I'd fucked Lizzie, Aisha, Carmen, & Mina. He moaned and sniffed over and over again as I slipped in and out of his hole. Aidan was a thirsty lil twink, he wanted a hard masculine guy to fuck him like a toy, and Chase just wasn't up for the fuckin' job. But man, feelin' my slimy dick ramming into his tight ass was like fuckin' the tightest pussy I've ever had. He was better than the last two weeks of girls combined. His hand took over holding the sneaker on his face, lettin' me grab ahold of his lil' dick and pump. I guess my sweaty hands were doin' it for him, as his moans got louder. He started thrustin' into my palms as I fucked him silly.

"Yeah, babe. You been wantin' Thiago's smelly dick all up inside you haven't you?" *Slap* *Slap* *Slap* "Ahh fuck yeah, babe. Let me take care of you, babe." *Slap* *Slap* *Slap* I felt my balls start to quake, feelin' my knees get all wobbly... It was comin' "Fuck yeah, you want this load inside you, baby?" He whimpered nose deep in my sneaker, I could hear him groaning a quiet 'mmmmhmmmm'. That's all I ever need to hear, baby. I only ever need a yes.

"AaaaaaaaAGH!" I felt my balls jolt, and my load went bursting into him. Once, Twice, Three times, Four times, Five times... just wave after wave of my splooge just rushin' into that twink ass. Fuck! I hadn't cum like that before. Ever! Dribblin' off at 7 shots of my batter deep into him, and he shot his own lil load onto my hand. I kept strokin, grinning from ear to ear hearin' his whiny ass gettin' all 'ahhhhhhh' and 'oooooooooooo'... Hah! Damn, the kid was a natural. I pulled my snake out of him, my load drippin' out of his gaping hole.

I fell onto the bed next to him, panting and sighing. I turned my head, laughin' seein my sneaker still sittin' upside down on his face. Pulling it off, I got to see his smiling face, glistening with sweat. For my first time with a dude, Aidan gave a lot of girls a run for their money. He turned to me, chuckling under his panting breath. Wantin' to give him a bit of a show, I brought the Jordan to my nose, takin' a quick whiff and sighing in satisfaction. Ripe n' funky, but if it does it for ya, you can get as much as you want. Dropping it on the floor, I could tell he was still shocked.

"What happened to you?" He smiled and laughed, and I felt myself grinning from his happy little laughs.

"I'm a new man for you, babe. I can stick around if you want?" I winked at him, and he smiled; nodding and cuddlin' up against my sweaty muscles. I hadn't done what they call 'aftercare' before, but I learned a lot that night. Aidan likes to be all snuggled up, sweet and complimentary, talkin' about his day and what he was thinking and feeling... It was different, and honestly kinda nice. Maybe this wouldn't be as much of a fuckin' drag as I thought it would be. I turned to the nightstand, seein' my phone light up and vibrate. Omarion.

I picked it up as he started to nod off, seein' that my bro had texted back. Opening the text, it was just a location and a time. I knew what that meant. Tomorrow night, meetin' up at the docks. I nodded and put the phone onto the charger, and started gettin' to puttin' my stuff into my new closet.

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I woke up the next morning, the smell of cum still hangin' in the air. I stretched and sighed, winkin' at myself in the mirror before hoppin up to my feet. I went into the living room, seein' the balcony door open. I smiled, seein' a memory of Aidan drinkin' his coffee out there on the couch. So, I went and got him a glass of his cold brew, and walked out there, seein' him quietly reading a book. I looked at him and immediately saw he was decked out in my threads: my tank, my jeans, my chucks, my chains... and honestly it looked good on him.

"What you doin' out here without your coffee?" He looked up from his book, and smiled.

"You never bring me my coffee! Thanks, Chase!" I grinned hearing that name, handing him his cold brew and plopping down on the seat across from him. He sipped it, tossing it back like a bachelorette downing tequila shots. He smacked his lips and hummed, but looked up at me with a weird look. "Last night was hot as fuck."

"Yeah, baby. It was hot. You got real into it, bro." He raised his eyebrow a bit, putting his drink down on the balcony ledge.

"What happened to you? You never answered me last night. What's changed?" He waved his hand up and down, pointin' at my chest, my arms, my abs, my feet, my height... "You did not look like this yesterday morning." I sat there for a second, thinkin' about what the fuck I was gonna say. I couldn't tell him, of course. But I needed a better answer than 'oh, I'm using your boyfriend's body as a disguise to hide from the cops.'

"I can tell you if you really wanna know, babe. Or, I could just show you. But, gimme a day or so." He looked at me for what seemed like a long ass time, but in the end, he smiled and nodded.

"Tomorrow morning, Chase. One day to explain." Bullet dodged. For now, at least. I now had a day to figure out what to do. The guy was like, a genuinely good dude. I'm not gonna fuck the kid over, or slip out of his boyfriend to show him he got his wish havin' the Colombian Neighbor fuck him. "Anyway, it's Sunday. And I got you for the whole day." He grinned, rubbing his hand on my thigh.

For the next ten hours, it was like hanging out with one of my bros. Playin' video games, cookin' food, I even got the little guy to take a rip from the bong. He was hackin' up a lung, and I laughed my ass off, but fuck is Aidan a good dude to kick back with. I was really starting to dig him; the vibes were on point, he's funny as fuck, interested in cool things... The more time I spent with him, the more I really liked the guy. If anything, it made me that much more fuckin' pissed that a racist little fuck like Chase was steppin' out on him behind his back. This is the kind of dude you have at home, and you're puttin' your dick in someone else? Like, far be it for me to have much to say about serial fuckin', but Aidan didn't deserve that. At all.

I decided then and there, as long as I was pilotin' Chase, he was gonna be the man that Aidan had always wanted, and the man he deserved. It wasn't even gonna be that hard, man. Just bein' myself, the vibes were electric. Maybe I'm not as straight as I thought. Laughin', puttin' my arm around him as he played Legend of Zelda or whatever, I don't know it just felt right. So by the time the sun went down, it felt like it had only been twenty minutes. I looked up at the clock on the oven, seein' it sayin' that it was almost 9 PM.

"Hey, babe. I'm gonna run to the store, you want me to get you anything?" He barely looked up from the game, just turnin' his head a little bit.

"Ice cream. Pistachio. Love you." I laughed, ruffling his blonde locks before hoppin' up, and slippin' my J's back on. I made sure his eyes were plastered on the screen before slipping heat into my pants, and headed toward the door.

"Be right back, bro." He just waved behind him, not so much as glancin' at me. I snickered, and felt the butterflies in my stomach flutterin' around. Fuck, I was gettin' in deep. I opened the door, and made my way out into the hall. The police had tape all around my old apartment, doin' all their searches and fingerprintin'. Fuckin' fools. I turned and walked down the steps, grinning from ear to ear.

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The docks were empty at that time of night, no one's around past 8. So walking straight up to warehouse 7 was a breeze. I reached in through the broken glass on the door, turning the knob from the inside and walkin' in. The blue lights were barely lighting anything, but in the far side of the empty room, I saw my boy smokin' his blunt. Still decked out in his diamonds and gold.

"Bruh, I gotta tell you. I ain't been a gay before, but this shit ain't too bad!" He looked up at me, nearly bursting into laughter at the gringo struttin' up in my clothes.

"Fuck, bro! Now I know that ain't Thiago up in that white boy." I smirked, bowing like the drama queen Chase used to be before slappin' Omarion on the shoulder.

"The one and only, bro. Pretty wild, right?" He laughed, passing me the blunt. I took a quick hit, lettin' out the rings I'm known for in our crew. That seemed to set his questions at ease.

"Motherfucker that is you! I'm out here dodgin' feds and pigs right and left, and you're over there squeezin' into fags." That word hit differently now, I felt my smile fade the moment it left his lips.

"Yeah, man. Snatched this little racist homewrecker in the hall. His boyfriends pretty tight, though."

"Him or his hole?" Omarion started to laugh, and I couldn't stop myself from shoving him against the wall. I'd caught him off guard, puttin' my arm against his neck.

"Don't be talkin' about him like that. Aidan's alright. Got it?" Omarion snickered, and then burst out laughing.

"Bruh, you in deep with this. Aight, aight! I ain't got nothin' against the gays, man. You know that." I let him off the wall, steppin back before taking another hit off the blunt. "So..." He awkwardly muttered. "Got a little hidey-hole for me?"

I turned to him, lettin' out a cloud of smoke in his face. No way I was gonna put up Aidan as his personal safe house. But thinking about it for just a second, a smirk crawled across my face. Perhaps that little shit Chase had been fuckin' on the side may come in handy after all.

Tags: Possesion, gay to straight, fart/burpkink.

Rewrite by me.

⬆️ (The couple before the possesion)

"Bro, please wash my boyfriend's body. I'm begging you."

My brother had always been skinny. So when he saw my boyfriend's big, beefy body, he was jealous. He was so jealous that he decided to cast a spell on him and possess him.

So now I am forced to live with that idiot inside my boyfriend's body. He's acting all gross, doing things my boyfriend would never do; He's flexing my boyfriend's muscles With that damn cocky attitude and downing beers by the dozen. All he does is scratch his smelly balls and watch football all day. It's gross to see my boyfriend acting so... straight.

"Sure, bro... Eventualy." He scrawled his ass and smelled his hand. "This still smells like spring." I watch him with disgust while he says, "For real, take a whiff," trying to put his hand on my nose, i yell and fight his hand.

"Fuck you!" I was full of rage. But his only response was

"Look, some spring breeze." Then he lifts a leg and lets out a big, loud, smelly fart.

PPPPRRRRRRRRRRRFFFT

"What the fuck!" I said, covering my nose, "That's the grossest fart I have ever smelled."

"Thank you," he said while laughing with my boyfriend's cute laugh, but in a lower, dumber tone.

He takes pleasure in my disgust. I just know it. Sometimes I try to not show it; maybe that way he will stop doing it, but he just finds the way.

The other day, at breakfast, I said nothing when he talked while eating or when he farted in the middle of the meal just to laugh and keep eating. I thought that was enough for him to stop trying, but when he finished his gross breakfast - just cold pizza from the fridge and beer- he smiled, took me with my boyfriend's arms and pushed me up against the wall just to let out a deep burp

"OOOOOUUURRRP!" and then blew the fowl stench into my face.

When he watches sports on TV, he will lift his butt to one side, laugh, and yell "Protein fart!" With that damn dumb voice as he lets out a long, groaning, hot stench that makes my eyes water. He's turned my sweet boyfriend into a disgusting monster.

With each day that passes, I'm scared that I'm never going to get my real boyfriend back. I don't want to live with my big, smelly, oaf of a brother anymore.

Today I arrived at the apartment, and I saw a girl leaving the place. "Oh no, he didn't..." I open the door just to see my boyfriend's body getting dressed.

"DID YOU JUST FUCK A GIRL IN MY BOYFRIEND BO-" he interrupts me.

"I can't believe he used this to fuck," he says while slapping his buttcheeks. "Instead of this,"  he says, touching his bulge.

"I swear to God, if you don't give my boyfriend his body back, I'm going to kill your real body," I said to my brother.

"Do it. That way, I'm staying here forever," he says while looking at 'his' muscles in the mirror. "Wouldn' complain"

"AHHHHHHH," I just scream, not realizing there were even tears coming from my eyes. "Why don't you just leave me alone? If you are staying with my boyfriend's body, do it; I give up, but just not in front of me. Leave."

He looks at me a bit concerned for the first Time since he stole my boyfriends Body.

"Ok, let's make a deal," he says. "I will give your boyfriend's body back." My eyes get illuminated. Just for a second, then he says "But if you lend your body to my buddy Logan, he doesn't have a place to stay; when he does, he's moving to his body and to his apartment, and so I am; we are going to be roomies."

"No way I am letting your gross friend take over my body!" I told him, terrified.

"I thought you wanted your boyfriend back."

"I do! But-"

But he interrupts me.

"Thats the only deal I'm making, Lil Bro." 

...

"Bro-UAAARRRRP," says Logan in my body between burps "I can't get over how good your broski body is. There were bunches of girls looking at me today!, Well... maybe also cause I was farting in public, but you know how those protein farts are."

"I know, and can you believe they were wasting those bodies fucking each other?" My brother says, and Is so morbid to see my boyfriend body saying It.

"What a bunch of losers." Logan says, I say.

This has been a hell, just a week since my brother's friend, Logan, took over my body, and I have been able to see, hear, smell, hear, and feel everything Logan does, but not control anything. I'm like a parasite in my own body.

I feel my terrible stench but can't make my body go to take a shower, and it seems like Logan Is on the way for a third day without one. I can feel his gas on comand everytime they do their 'protein farts contest' and I cant do anything besides lifting a leg to liberate all that stench.

"But we are not losers, Bro," my brother says. "Why don't we call some girls to have a great night?"

Oh no. Oh no. I can feel all that Logan feels in my body. He cant be with a woman. I try to scream, to yell to say no. But when Logan opened our mouth, the only thing that came out was: "OUUAAAAAAAARRP," a loud, smelly burp. "Hell yeah, Bro."

"Also," Logan keeps talking as he and my brother pose together—in mine and my boyfriend's bodies—for a picture for a Tinder profile. "Shouldn't we start to look for our apartment?"

"Sure, bro... we will, eventualy," he says, looking straight into my body's eye, and I just know he's talking not to Logan but to me.

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Hope you enjoyed.

This Is a longer version, re imaginated by me of one of my favorite transformation caption ever:

A Hook-up Surprise

Danny was the cream of the crop on Grindr. He had the typical alpha type mentality which was accentuated by his beefy muscular build and thick beard that matted his face. To no one’s surprise, he was quite the player as he recently pounded another hungry bottom who crawled to him begging for just one night. Danny didn’t even bother asking his current hook-up for his name, because they only served one sole purpose. To please him.

Usually Danny would give his hook-up the boot from his apartment before they got too clingy, but this latest guy he met was particularly good so he decided to let him stay the night. After all, he didn’t mind knocking out another one in the morning before heading to work. Unfortunately for him, Chris, his hook-up, had other plans in mind instead of being used by him again.

At the break of dawn, Danny continued to grumble in his deep slumber, however Chris was wide awake ready to put his plans into action. Quietly like a gentle breeze, Chris began to chant a strange invocation that altered his own physical body into a hazy mist. Slowly, the mist entered Danny’s body with each breath until no trace was left behind. Almost as if nothing happened, Danny continued his deep slumber until his usual morning alarm broke the eerie silence. His eyes fluttered open with an unordinary hunger to his eyes as a mischievous smirk formed on his face. There was a new commander in charge of Danny’s body, and it was Chris.

“F-fuck, how are you this horny already” Chris moaned in astonishment as he was greeted by Danny’s already rock-solid morning wood despite their recent hook-up. Without restraint,  Chris fervently explored his new body from head to toe where he quickly found Danny’s usual kinks that turned him on.

“Let’s see how you react down there stud…” Chris panted in curiosity as he guided Danny’s strong hands to his ass. To no surprise, Chris yelped in pleasure as he probed regions Danny would never dare let anyone touch. Before he could even respond, Chris roared in Danny’s deep voice as he instantly climaxed all over Danny’s naked torso and face. Exasperated, Chris slowly regained his composure while he cleaned himself of the mess he made by giving each drop a good taste.

"Good morning Mr. Brown,"

"Can't you see that I'm chilling? Who are you and what the fuck do you want?"

"I want your time, because I'm about to show you what I know about you. Follow me, or else,"

Confused yet intrigued, you followed the pudgy hotel employee that clearly mustered up all his courage to greet you and delivered what he thought as a blow to your cover. You sensed the direction of the conversation you'll have, but you let him play around with his games first and see where it will get you

His access card allowed him to enter any spaces he wished for, so, by several minutes, you already lost in the maze of this expansive resort. You followed him all the way to this quiet lounge as he then faced you with his phone unlocked.

"You see, I never came out about my.....practically illegal activity of recording some of the rooms, to anyone. You can probably tell that I don't get a lot of actions so might as well enjoyed the sight of realistic actions of some of our refined guests. But, you did something interesting last night. Aside from kicking your date out of your room, which I have to say, masterfully handled your massive cock and really took it like a champ as you stretched his boycunt, you then vomited like crazy before.......he appeared once more from the puddle of your own vomit. Everything is captured from the tiny cameras here, here and here, so, care to explain how the fuck you did that?"

Stunned silence for a moment to let Tristan respond, yet no reply, so he continued

"Are you not even from this world? Heck, are you even Tristan Brown? Because if I proceed the video to........here, yup, care to explain why the skinsuit is alive and well while you slumped in the sofa? Yet here you are now,"

Caught red-handed. A deer in the spotlight moment. This human is a threat that should be eliminated!

"Aye.....by the way, if you think to do anything crazy to me, I already set a scheduled release of all the footage to some websites and my friends. I can cancel them though, if you help me and then in-turn, let me help you,"

"I cannot be your wing-man or become your PT or even make girls want to sleep with you, if that's what you implied,"

"Oh, but you can. Well, not you per se, but this skin you're wearing. Let me be him and I can help you harvest more humans that you can use as future skinsuits. In the meantime, go slip back into your latest creation as I hunt down more bodies for ya. Heck, you can even watch or we can make it an exciting threesome or something,"

As twisted as it sounds, this guy seemed to understand the mechanic pretty well of the entire scheme, plus he's not weirded out with the whole thing. You did slip into your last night fuck-buddies replica in your original slimy form and then, feeling a bit adventurous, you slipped back out from him and squeezed the entire 6'5" frame of Tristan into the 5'9" mold of the fuckbuddy while the real one already kicked out and probably cried all the way out after the breeding session, discarded like he meant nothing. And while the rest of the colonies indeed just use the skinsuit you garnered so far as vessels and then leave you to dust with a mere "thank you for your service" as this has been designated as your duty, this dude seemed to appreciate your work genuinely. It's like as if he's spell-bound by the whole revelation of the existence of extraterrestial life plus his mind raced with possibilities of reaping something out of this. Hence, your agreement to his proposal, which caused him to grin like a maniac, the smile plastered on the nerdy pudge even more unsettling due to the almost pitch-black lighting of the room

---

As you slipped out from Tristan and let his body flopped to the sofa, he watched in awe as you slithered through your room and then started to enter the empty clone of your last night's, a guy named Jesse, from his bulbous ass. A quick seconds later, Jesse-clone is alive and ready to serve its purposes, but the one in the driver's wheel is you as you try to adjust to the way the world filters out through a completely different lens

Meanwhile, the pudgy perv starts to also squeeze himself inside the-now-empty Tristan's skinsuit. He's bare-naked when he slipped himself in through Tristan's mouth and despite having not much problem to insert the legs, problem started to appear when his love-handle stuck and have quite a tough time to get in. Stretching Tristan's mouth further and pushing himself deeper into the void, his bigger waist and belly eventually slipped inside and quickly suctioned to fit into Tristan's muscular yet hourglass-like form. He let out a rather audible gasp when his legs now fully in control of Tristan's and his belly managed to move past through the expanded throat and redistributed to align with Tristan form. It's an alien clone of Tristan Brown after all, so it also managed to reshape the pudgy perv to fit the mold perfectly as he found himself feeling numb in regards to his physique yet at the same time his senses started to merge with the clone Tristan's.

As he stands with his powerfully carved legs with the bulging muscles that emphasized his thigh and calves prominence and hard work it endured, he then adjusted the floppy loins that soon perked to an incredibly hard 9 incher, brown-ish monstrosity. It's veiny, almost even thickness throughout the entire length and supported by two massive balls only seen in someone pumping shit-load of testosterone across their body. It started to leak pre from excitement, his puny 4 incher getting such massive upgrade clearly elicited a cooing response, yet he keep himself focused with the task at hand

As the torso now merged, the ridged, slick abs and the juicy pectoral muscles feels totally his while the gorgeous, well-defined back also starts to absorb and re-arranged all the fat he used to have as supporting tissue of Tristan's form. The suit managed to shrink his belly and turned the jiggli-ness of his man-boobs into a set of pecs and abs only the most dedicated gym douche can ever achieve. The arms are equally erotic, the way his weak flaps now seemingly gloved by a powerful set of biceps and triceps that extended into a massive callouser mitts to indicate the hours spent in the gym caused him to absent-mindedly explored his new form with the new hand.

That new hand of his eventually used to push his own head into Tristan's and once locked in position, everything just feels incredibly right for him as Tristan's long dark lock, intense gaze, full lips and prominent nose now all become his form, which he then manipulate to showcase the obsessed lunatic now in control of this powerfully irresistible form. The self-worship instantly started as all the senses eventually align and his own reflection, his smell, everything about him now makes him the perfect copy of Tristan Brown! He grabbed a handful of his wet hair and then sniffed his own arm until his eyes fluttered before then started to vigorously sniff and try to lick his hairy pits. He almost gets off due to the climax of sensation that hit him but he managed to ride through it as his cock just simply leaking pre but the big spurt can still be contained. He grinned at the fantastic sight in front of him, the grin looks malicious even from the get go and the eyes clearly looked like someone that just hit the jackpot of a lifetime and about to splurge with it

"Bro, this is crazy good. But you know what's even crazier? I have it all in here, everything Tristan and everything you did while you look like this. Fuck......we really were crazy last night, I bred that ass of yours good,"

Much to your surprise, your cock gets hard and "Tristan" noticed it right away as he licked his lips

"Mmmhhh......damn right, boy. So fucking irresistible, just the sight of me drives everyone nuts. Hmmmm.....ffuucckkkk....this scent too......damn I smelled delicious. What about we re-created last night's action from memory before I start hunting for your first one? Consider it a test drive, what do you think? I know you want to take a slurp out of this meat, boy,"

So you kneeled, obediently, as you look up to the towering form of your former skinsuit as he used you like a fleshlight for the day, believing in his promise to help you getting more bodies faster and at the same time, following his calls since he can jeopardize your entire operation if he ever decided to let the whole world know about your existence through his pervy hidden camera

In the dim light of the evening, Ezra, a reserved art history major, returned to his university dorm room, his mind preoccupied with his unrequited feelings for his roommate, Brandon. Brandon was the epitome of a college jock—muscular, charismatic, and, to Ezra's knowledge, straight. Their shared living space was a constant reminder of what Ezra couldn't have.

As Ezra entered, he froze at the sight before him. There, sprawled on his bed, was Brandon, or so he thought, in all his naked glory. The room was silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioner, and Brandon's usual confident demeanor seemed replaced by a strange vulnerability.

"Brandon, what the hell?" Ezra managed, his voice a mix of shock and intrigue.

The man on the bed shifted, sitting up with a look of flustered confusion. "Hey, Ezra, uh, I was just... I thought I'd surprise you. You know, with a, um, prank. Yeah, a prank," he said, his voice not quite matching Brandon's usual deep timbre. It was higher, more nervous.

Ezra raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "A prank? Since when do you prank me by getting naked on my bed?"

"Well, you know, I've been feeling a bit adventurous lately. Wanted to spice things up around here. Plus, it's hot, and I thought, why not cool off a bit?" The faux-Brandon chuckled awkwardly, trying to mimic the easy laugh of the jock.

Ezra couldn't help but let his gaze linger over the body that was supposed to be Brandon's. There was something off, something not quite right in the way he moved, the way he spoke. "You're acting weird, Brandon. What's really going on?"

"Okay, okay, you got me. I'm not Brandon. I'm Theo. Theo from your literature class. I... I used this old spell book I found in the library. I swapped bodies with Brandon because I've been crushing on you for ages. I wanted to be close to you, to... to see if you felt the same."

Ezra's eyes widened, the pieces falling into place. "You swapped bodies with Brandon? With black magic?"

"Yes, I know it sounds crazy. I'm sorry, I'll reverse it, I just—"

"No, wait," Ezra said, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "If you're going to be Brandon, let's make this believable. What would Brandon say now?"

Theo, still in shock, tried to think on his feet. "Uh, he'd probably say something like, 'Hey, roomie, you caught me. Now, what are you gonna do about it?'"

Ezra chuckled, "That's more like it." He began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned physique slowly, deliberately. "And what would Brandon do next?"

Theo swallowed hard, his borrowed body looking out of place with the expression of a shy nerd. "He'd probably... um, flex a bit, show off, right?" He awkwardly flexed one of Brandon's muscular arms.

"Close, but let's make it more... intimate," Ezra suggested, letting his shirt fall to the floor. He climbed onto the bed, his body close to Theo's, the heat between them palpable. "So, 'Brandon', what do you think of this?"

Theo's eyes followed Ezra's movements, his breathing quickening. "I... I think you look good, Ezra. Really good."

"Shh, just keep being Brandon," Ezra instructed, a playful smirk on his lips as he leaned in, capturing Theo's lips in a kiss that was both exploratory and demanding. After a moment, he pulled back slightly, "What would Brandon say if I kissed him like that?"

Theo, encouraged by Ezra's seduction, began to settle into Brandon's identity. "He'd probably say, 'Damn, Ezra, you're full of surprises. But I like 'em.'" His voice was gaining confidence, mimicking Brandon's casual arrogance.

Ezra laughed softly, his breath warm against Theo's skin. "And what would he do?"

Theo, now more playful, pulled Ezra closer, his hands finding his waist with a newfound boldness. "He'd pull you in like this, and say, 'You wanna play, roomie? Let's play.'"

Ezra let out a low moan, "Good. Now, what would Brandon want next?"

Theo, channeling Brandon's confident, friendly arrogance, whispered, "He'd want you to join him, to make this moment even more real." His voice was steady now, playful and teasing.

Ezra's eyes sparkled with desire. "Is that so? Well, let's not disappoint 'Brandon' then." With a fluid motion, Ezra undid his belt, letting his pants slide off, joining Theo on the bed fully. "What's next, 'Brandon'?"

Theo, feeling the heat of Ezra's body against his own, grinned, "He'd probably say, 'You're making this too easy, Ezra. But I like it.' And then maybe he'd..." Theo hesitated for a moment before continuing with a smirk, "He'd start kissing your neck, right?"

Ezra tilted his head back slightly, giving Theo access, his voice low and seductive, "Go on then, show me how 'Brandon' does it."

With a newfound confidence, Theo leaned in, his lips brushing against Ezra's neck, planting kisses that were firm and teasing, just as Brandon might do. He felt the thrill of embodying the jock's persona, the playful arrogance coming naturally now. "You like that, huh, Ezra?" Theo asked, his voice now a perfect mimic of Brandon's casual, cocky tone.

Ezra chuckled, his voice a soft moan, "Yeah, I do. What’s next Brandon?"

Theo's hands roamed over Ezra's back, pulling him closer with a confident grip. "I'd probably want to feel more of you, to make sure you're as into this as I am." His fingers traced the line of Ezra's spine with a deliberate slowness, savoring the reaction he elicited.

Ezra, feeling the shift in Theo's demeanor, whispered, "And what would you say if we went further?"

Theo, fully immersed in Brandon's identity, smirked, "Finally, took you long enough, man. Let's see what you've got." His tone was playful, almost challenging, as he watched Ezra's hands move to the blanket covering him.

Ezra smiled, his hands moving to pull the blanket away, revealing Theo fully. "Then let's not keep 'Brandon' waiting." As the blanket fell, Ezra took a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes dark with desire. "You look good, 'Brandon'. Really good."

"You know, Ezra, you've always been too fucking quiet for your own good," Theo said, his voice a low, teasing growl that was unmistakably Brandon's. "Let's see if we can make you scream tonight."

Ezra, his heart racing with anticipation, looked up at Theo with a mix of excitement and surrender. "Show me then, 'Brandon'."

Theo smirked, the cocky grin that was so characteristic of Brandon spreading across his face. He leaned down, his lips capturing Ezra's in a kiss that was commanding, leaving no room for doubt about who was in charge. His hands roamed over Ezra's body with purpose, guiding him to lie back on the bed.

With a fluid motion, Theo positioned himself above Ezra, his movements confident and assured. "You ready for this, roomie? 'Cause I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before," he said, his voice dripping with playful arrogance and a vulgar edge.

Ezra nodded, his breath hitching as he felt Theo's presence so close, so dominant. "Yeah, I'm ready."

Theo, now fully embracing the role of Brandon, didn't hesitate. He took Ezra's hands, pinning them gently above his head, his gaze intense. "Good, because I'm not holding back, you little slut," he whispered, his tone a mix of promise and challenge.

The room was filled with the soft sounds of their breathing, the rustle of sheets, and the low, appreciative moans from Ezra as Theo explored his body with a deliberate slowness, savoring each reaction. Theo's touch was firm, his movements those of someone who knew exactly what he wanted, and right now, what he wanted was Ezra.

As Theo prepared to take the lead, he maintained eye contact, ensuring Ezra was with him every step of the way. "You're gonna love this, Ezra," Theo said, his voice confident, as he positioned himself.

Ezra, caught in the throes of desire, could only nod, his body responding eagerly to Theo's dominance. The moment was charged with an electric intensity as Theo, embodying Brandon's assertiveness and vulgar charm, began to move with a rhythm that was both commanding and raw.

Their connection deepened with each thrust, each movement a testament to Theo's complete immersion into Brandon's identity. Ezra's moans grew louder, his hands gripping the sheets as Theo took him to heights of pleasure he hadn't known before.

"You like that, huh, you dirty boy?" Theo teased, his voice a husky whisper in Ezra's ear, maintaining the playful arrogance that had become his second nature. "Tell me how much you fucking love it."

"I... I love it," Ezra managed between gasps, his body arching into Theo's with every motion. "You act like him so well, Theo. You've made him so fucking edgy, and I love it."

As they reached the peak of their passion, Theo's confidence never wavered, his control over the situation absolute. The culmination of their encounter was explosive, leaving them both breathless and satisfied, as Theo came inside Ezra with a groan that was all Brandon's vulgar satisfaction.

In the quiet that followed, Ezra turned to Theo, his eyes soft with affection. "You know, if you could really stay as Brandon, I wouldn't mind at all. You could stay like this forever."

Theo chuckled, still in character, playing up the confusion with an ironic twist. "Stay as Brandon? What are you talking about, man? I am Brandon, you idiot. Always have been," he replied with a smirk, his tone playful yet convincing in its irony.

Then, as he lay there, still inside Ezra, Theo added with a mix of sincerity and vulgarity, "But you know what, Ezra? Your hole makes me crazy like no girl ever did. Fucking you, it's... it's something else, man."

Ezra laughed, the warmth of the moment enveloping them. "Right, 'Brandon', right. But seriously, you're incredible like this."

Theo, or 'Brandon', pulled Ezra closer, their bodies still intertwined. "Well, then, let's keep this going, roomie. Because I'm not going anywhere." And with that, they drifted into a contented sleep, the boundaries of their reality blurred by the magic of the night, the playful deception of identity, and the unique intimacy they had discovered.

Raphael only adopted me because his ex girlfriend, Lainey, always wanted a puppy. The couple of young lovebirds treated me like their child. But deep down I knew Raph always hated the name she gave me, Nug. Lainey loved chicken nuggets and thus I was named Nug for short. When the pair broke up, Raph was adamant to fight to keep me just to make his her suffer. It nearly broke me seeing Lainey so sad when she walked away for the last time. Raphael threatened legal action to keep me, knowing full well she couldn’t afford a lawyer.

A month had gone by and I was holding on by the skin of my teeth. Raphael neglected me rarely feeding me, often only refilling my water everyday but not my food bowl. I had been living off scraps for a while. This was it, I didn’t think there was much whimpering I could do to save myself anymore. That’s when a knock came at the door.

After a knock turned into a pound on the door, Raph lazily made his way to answer it.

“Sir we got several complaints about concerns of negligence of an animal here.” the disembodied voice said in the distance.

“Negligence? Who put you up to this? Was it that bitch Lainey?”

“Sir we need to take a look inside the home.”

Two men barreled their way in and saw me lying in the ground. When they saw me I saw them dart toward Raphael. That’s when I finally passed out. Was this how it all ends?

I could feel myself hard like I am every-time I rest well. I didn’t want to open my eyes and face another day without food, choosing to revel in my lustful arousal. Trying to hump my soft dog bed I tried to dig my flat face into the bed when I realized I was lying down on a bed with pillows. My beds a little mat though….did I sleep on Raphs bed? He’s gonna kill me. I tried to get up quickly before he would notice when I realized nothing felt right. Opening my eyes confirmed the issue.

“Wha-how?” I stopped the thoughts as words came out of my new voice box. I quickly like a reflex grabbed at my throat with my calloused hands, instead of paws.

I stood up and looked at my legs, a thin piece of fabric the only thing concealing the full Monty from my vision. Clumsily I tried to stand up and begin making my way to the nearby restroom.

Fumbling with the light switches on the wall, I couldn’t help but gaze around the parts of the room I had never seen from down below. I found the shower and turned on the hot water. The steam pushing me over the edge as I realized my curious dog nature mixed with my arousal. I couldn’t help myself as I began huffing my new human form. Sniffing became licking, kissing, and sucking my new smooth and hairless skin. My attention was increasingly being drawn down below as the water made the scene hotter, literally.

I moved one calloused hand down to grip my new humanhood as I squeezed my inflated chest with the other. Suddenly it was making sense why Raph would come in here sometimes and I’d hear him groaning. I moved my meaty paw hard and fast. Like father like fur baby I guess, animalistic shouts erupted from my new human throat. I wanted to go faster and faster until it crept up and eventually needed to be released. Unhhhffahhhh yessss! I couldn’t help myself I didn’t close the door to the stall and erupted all over the walls and floors. My canine inquisitive nature overtook Raph’s and I licked the nearest wall clean.

No clothes felt so free and so right. I let the air dry me as I graced the inanimate walls with my bare form. I picked up Raph’s phone he was always preoccupied using instead of feeding and caring for me. Hours were lost figuring out how to use the device but as I eventually picked up enough insight on how to use it, I made my way onto social apps. Timelines and posts were overwhelming. But these apps with pictures and swiping were much easier to take in.

I clicked around some App Stores and found other apps with just pictures and squares. That was even easier than the swiping. I took a picture to set up an account and left the other info blank. Within seconds the grid lit up with people reacting and sending me messages. I guess I was popular.

There was something that got me really excited about this one profile with these nice drawings on his arms. He kinda looked like Raph too and I liked that. Maybe humans came with doppelgängers and I found his! I sent him my location and told him to hurry over. I put on a hat to be more presentable when a knock came at the door.

He was wearing clothes and looked shocked but very visibly happy when he saw me. He must’ve been happy to find his twin too! He came at me with such animalistic energy. He put his mouth on mine kinda like Raph and Lainey used to. I returned the action as we danced our tongues around each others.

He started to get undressed but I was so excited I helped him and probably ripped his shirt. But he didn’t seem to mind if anything he seemed to like my initiative. I got ambitious and picked him up before placing him on the nearby kitchen counter. He stopped the moment to say he’s never been handled like this and he wanted to remember it.

The two fat and old gay American tourists admired the two fit Thai locals from afar. The two straight young locals were hot and tanned, preparing their boat to go fishing for their village.

The gay couple looked at each other and smirked.

"They're perfect," Harold said to Peter, his husband of 46 years.

"I can't believe we're really going to do that, are you sure this is going to work?" Peter asked, concern all over his face.

"Now it's not the time to go back, we've come too far to find the eternal life fruit." Harold grabbed from his bag what looked like a pitch black shiny coconut. "We're old, Peter, we don't have much time left, and I don't want to lose you... This fruit is the only one left in the entire world. This is our only chance, trust me."

Peter smiled. "I trust you."

Harold then split the coconut in half, revealing a black oily liquid inside.

"It sure doesn't look appetizing..." Harold said, he took one gulp of the liquid and then handed the coconut to Peter. "Don't worry, it doesn't taste bad."

"You said the same thing on our first date," Peter sighed and took the coconut, taking a long gulp as well. Harold was right, it didn't taste bad.

"So... are you feeling anything weird?" Peter asked, looking at Harold for any sign of the effect.

"No, nothing, I think we should drink mo-" Suddenly, their eyes rolled back, and a thick black mist came out of their mouths. The mists flew straight towards the two unsuspecting young locals and forced their way into their mouths. The young men's bodies froze, and their muscles tensed. Their eyes became totally black as their heads tilted back.

Their eyes slowly went back to normal, and they looked at each other with surprise. They both looked down at their new, young, and strong bodies, their hands inspected their abs and pecs, feeling their biceps and groping their bulges.

Harold's vessel wore white shorts and had a tribal tattoo on his muscular bicep, while Peter's vessel wore blue shorts and had a more handsome face.

They looked at each other and started laughing.

"It worked, Harold! It really worked! Look at you, you're so hot!" Peter shouted, now in Thai.

"You're speaking Thai now... wait, I'm speaking in Thai as well. Our main languages were swapped too."

Harold then pulled Peter's neck for a passionate kiss. They sloopily made out as if for the first time, and in a sense, it was. While they kissed, Peter pulled Harold's shorts to have a peek at his husband's new dick. He was glad to see Harold's vessel was well-hung.

"You're much bigger now. I can't wait to suck your new huge cock," Peter wrapped his fingers around his husband's thick shaft, making him moan. Harold's hands squeezed Peter's ass as he kissed him once more. "And I can't wait to take your virginity again," Harold whispered.

Their intimate and romantic moment was ruined when they heard two familiar voices screaming.

"What the fuck is going on? This can't be real..." Harold's old body shouted, looking at his fat hands in shock and then screaming again.

"What? Where am I? Is that my body?" Peter's old body asked, fear all over his face as he pointed at the two fit young locals in the middle of groping each other.

Harold and Peter watched their old bodies panicking and screaming towards them, they knew they were speaking English, but they couldn't understand what they were saying.

Suddenly, the two old men dropped to their knees and started to turn into black sand, until only a pile of sand remained.

Peter sighed in relief, he was hugging Harold's muscular arm, "Phew... That was scary, I thought they were going to attack us."

"Attack us? Pfft. With those old, fragile bodies of ours? I would have turned them into dust with my own hands," Harold said as he cockily flexed his biceps for Peter.

The two of them walked towards the piles of black sand. Harold crouched down and buried his hand into each pile. In one of them, he found a black seed. He stood up and showed the seed to Peter.

"With this seed, we can grow a palm tree that will yield many Eternal Life fruits, we will be immortal. According to the ancient writings, it will take 33 years for the tree to bear fruit."

"You're such an occultist nerd," Peter joked, "Now, why don't we go somewhere more private where we can explore these bodies..." Peter ran a finger down Harold's abs until he wrapped his hand around the massive shaft. "...better?"

Peter then turned around and pulled his blue shorts down just enough to expose his ass. Harold got harder at the sight of his husband's new younger and muscular ass.

They both went to a secluded area at the beach behind some bushes and under a tree. Peter couldn’t stop touching, kissing, tasting every inch of Harold’s muscular vessel. Peter ran his tongue across his sweaty pecs, sucking one nipple, then burying his face in his pits, moaning as he breathed in that raw, musky scent of a sweaty fisherman. He licked lower, his mouth already watering, before swallowing his thick cock, bobbing his head and drooling around it like he was starving for him.

When Harold pulled him down to the sand, Peter spread out under him, legs wide, waiting. Harold climbed on top, their mouths crashing together in a wet kiss. Peter wrapped his legs around his waist, begging.

"Show me what your new vessel can do!"

Harold slid inside slowly, making Peter gasp and claw at his wide back. Peter moaned into his ear, whispering for more, for harder, as Harold fucked him gently but deeply.

The two natives fucked until dawn. The locals found it strange that the two straight friends started living together in a simple house by the beach.

Another entry into "A Haunting" series I'm working on to celebrate Halloween! Hope you enjoy!

Cole frowned as he listened to his girlfriend Laura explain the situation on what was supposed to be his special day. "So let me get this straight - instead of celebrating my birthday with just us like we planned, we're spending it with your gay friend TJ who wants to mess around with some occult bullshit to talk to his dead boyfriend?"

Laura gave him a pleading look, placing her hand on his arm. "Please Cole, it would mean so much to TJ. He's still not over losing Lucas and I think this could really help him find some closure. We won't stay super late, I promise. Just humor him for a bit?"

"But why today of all days?" Cole was growing inpatient.

"It's Lucas's birthday too." Laura explained.

With an exaggerated sigh, Cole rolled his eyes, "Fine, fine. I guess I can put my own birthday on hold and play along. It's not like I had anything else important planned," he said sarcastically, his voice dripping with resentment.

"I know, I know." Laura frowned, "You have no idea how much this'll mean to him. And I promise it'll be worth it later." She planted a kiss on his lips and smiled.

He did his best to return the smile. But internally, Cole seethed. Of course Laura would choose to prioritize her friend's grief over his birthday. He had been looking forward to an intimate dinner, maybe a few drinks, and definitely some private time with his girlfriend. Instead, he was going to be a reluctant participant in some kind of occult bullshit for her gay best friend.

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A short while later, they arrived at TJ's place. The small apartment was dimly lit, scented candles flickering on every surface. In the center of the living room sat a large Ouija board, its plastic pieces gleaming under the candlelight.

TJ greeted them, his usually cheerful face etched with nervousness and anticipation. "Hey guys, thanks for coming. I really appreciate this." His gaze lingered on Cole a moment longer than necessary before he quickly looked away.

As Laura and TJ began setting up the Ouija board, Cole stood back, arms crossed, his jaw clenched tight. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this. If his buddies from work could see him now, they'd never let him live it down. They'd laugh their asses off, probably call him a pussy whipped bitch.

"Okay, let's begin." TJ said, the group gathering around the board, "Is there anyone there? Can you give us a sign?"

Cole wanted to roll his eyes so hard. This was beyond ridiculous. The planchette suddenly began moving on its own, gliding across the board. TJ's eyes widened.

"Oh my god… Lucas? Is that you?" His voice shook with emotion.

Cole scoffed quietly. Was this dude for fuckin' real? He glanced over at Laura, hoping she'd share his skepticism, only to her looking equally enthralled. There's no fucking way…

"Yes! Yes it is!" TJ cried out joyfully as the board spelled out L-U-C-A-S. He turned to Cole and Laura, tears streaming down his face. "It's really him! Lucas is here!"

Cole felt a twinge of sympathy despite himself. Losing someone you loved must suck. But still, couldn't they have done this some other time? Like maybe not on his actual fucking birthday?

As if reading his mind, Laura elbowed him gently. "Just bear with it, okay? This means a lot to him."

Easy for her to say. She wasn't the one having their special day hijacked. Cole sighed heavily, his patience wearing thin. "Yeah, yeah. Let's just…get this over with."

"Happy birthday, baby…" TJ cooed, addressing the empty air. "I miss you so much. Do you have any messages for me? Anything at all?" The planchette remained still.

And then, the lights in the room began to flicker erratically, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Cole felt a sudden wave of nausea wash over him, his vision blurring. "Whoa…I don't feel so good…" He gripped the edge of the table, trying to steady himself. The room seemed to spin around him, colors blending together in a dizzying kaleidoscope.

"What's happening?" Laura gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. "Cole? Are you alright?"

Before he could respond, darkness enveloped him. The last thing he registered was the sound of his own body hitting the floor with a thud. Then everything went black.

When Cole came to, he found himself staring up at the concerned faces of Laura and TJ looming over him. "Cole? Oh god. What happened?"

Cole tried to speak, to reassure them that he was okay, but found his vocal cords frozen. He attempted to sit up, to reach out to Laura, but his limbs refused to cooperate. Panic rose in his throat as he realized with dawning horror that he couldn't control his own body anymore. This didn't make sense. Why couldn't he move? Why couldn't he say anything? Why…

"Heh sorry about that." Cole heard his voice. Yet it wasn't him speaking, "We should get going though. I'm done sitting around playing with this bullshit." He felt his arm gesture towards to ouija board.

"But… Lucas. I…" TJ whispered.

"I said we're done. We've already wasted enough time." Cole didn't necessarily disagree with what he was saying- but fuck it wasn't really him saying it, "C'mon Laura."

Laura followed Cole to the car, her brow furrowed in confusion and concern. "What's gotten into you? That was rude, even for you."

Cole felt his lips twist into a smirk, his body turning to face her. "Aw c'mon babe, it's my birthday." He smiled, "Wait right here, I forgot something inside."

With that, he spun on his heel and headed back towards TJ's apartment, leaving a bewildered Laura behind. Internally, Cole screamed from within his own mind. What the hell was happening? Who or what was controlling him now? And why were they taking him back to TJ's place?

As soon as Cole entered the apartment, TJ whirled around, his eyes wide with shock and betrayal. "Cole? What are you doing back here? Did you forget something?" He sniffled, hastily wiping away tears.

"Shhh… it's okay. I'm here now." His voice was soft, almost tender. Inside, Cole recoiled in disgust and horror. This wasn't him. None of this was him!

TJ gazed up at him, searching his face. "But… but you left. You said you were done with this."

Cole reached out, brushing away the tears that streaked down TJ's cheeks with his thumb. "Shhh…it's okay baby. It's me, Lucas." He cupped TJ's face tenderly, his voice low and soothing. "I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere."

TJ's breath hitched, fresh tears spilling forth. "L-Lucas? Is it really you?" He searched Cole's face intently, hardly daring to hope.

In response, Cole leaned in and captured TJ's lips in a passionate kiss. TJ melted into it instantly, his arms winding around Cole's neck as he returned the kiss fervently.

Inside Cole's mind, he screamed and struggled against the foreign presence inhabiting his body. This was wrong, so wrong! He wasn't gay, he didn't want this! But no matter how hard he fought, he remained trapped, forced to watch helplessly as Lucas apparently made up for lost time.

TJ moaned into the kiss, his hands fisting in Cole's hair. "God Lucas, I've missed you so much," he gasped between heated kisses. "I thought I'd never see you again."

Cole's stomach churned with revulsion. He wanted to gag, to push TJ away, but his traitorous body continued to press closer, deepening the kiss.

"I know, I know." Lucas whispered with Cole's voice, "But I need to go. Before Laura gets suspicious." He smiled, "Meet me at our old spot tomorrow afternoon. I love you babe."

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The next few days passed in a blur for Cole, each one more humiliating and terrifying than the last. He watched helplessly as Lucas, using his body, snuck around with TJ, engaging in increasingly intimate encounters.

They met up at their "old spot", a secluded park bench where they made out passionately, hands roaming and clothes becoming disheveled. Cole cringed at the lewd noises his body produced, the breathy moans and whimpers that sounded nothing like him. This wasn't him! He was straight, he didn't want this!

Back at home, alone in his bedroom, Lucas took full advantage of his borrowed form. He stripped off Cole's clothes, admiring the toned physique in the mirror. Running his hands over the firm chest and abs. Giving his perky ass a tight squeeze. Cole shuddered with revulsion, feeling violated and powerless. This wasn't his body to explore! But he was a mere passenger, unable to stop Lucas's wandering touch.

Worst of all, Lucas sent explicit photos of Cole's body to TJ - tight shots of his ass and crotch, accompanied by flirty captions. "Wish you were inside me", "He's so tight, babe." Cole wanted to die of shame.He begged silently for it to end, but Lucas merely laughed, reveling in his new body.

Worse yet, despite Lucas's efforts to maintain a 'straight bro' facade in public, there were moments where his true nature slipped through. Like when he caught a glimpse of himself in a store window, admiring Cole's physique with a hungry look in his eyes. Or when he accidentally used pet names for TJ in front of Laura, calling him 'baby' and 'sweetheart'.

Internally, Cole screamed, trying to tell them it wasn't him, that something was wrong, but his mouth wouldn't cooperate. Lucas clearly knew jack shit about football, basketball, baseball. Hell, he didn't even understand half the things his bros talked about. All Lucas cared about was getting back to TJ, sinking to his knees and pleasing him- in Cole's body! He wanted to gag at the thought. To add insult to injury, Lucas started dressing Cole in tighter, more revealing clothing - shorts that hugged his ass, shirts that strained across his chest.

The change in Cole's demeanor became more and more apparent. Much to Cole's horror, Lucas was not exactly a pro at rocking the whole "cocky straight bro" vibe. Where once he walked with confident swagger, now he swayed his hips seductively, putting an extra sway in his step. His voice took on a higher pitch, words peppered with giggles and valley girl slang. He couldn't carry on a conversation about sports or cars to save his life.

Cole cringed inwardly, mortified. This wasn't him! He was manly, confident, secure in his heterosexuality. But now, his coworkers and friends eyed him warily, muttering amongst themselves. His circle of friends grew more distant by the day. His buddies at work stopped inviting him to hang out. And all Cole could do was watch. Watch as Lucas ruined his life.

And then it happened. One evening, as Lucas and TJ lay entwined on the couch, a somber mood settled over them. Lucas traced idle patterns on TJ's bare skin, his expression thoughtful.

"TJ… I can't stay much longer. My time here is limited." He spoke softly, almost regretfully. Cole's heart leapt at those words. Finally, an end to this nightmare! Soon he'd be back in control of his own body, his own life. No more of this sissy gay bullshit.

TJ propped himself up on an elbow, gazing down at Lucas with worry etched on his handsome features. "What do you mean? Don't say that." He stroked Lucas's cheek tenderly. "Can't we find a way for you to stay? Please…"

Lucas sighed, pulling TJ close and nuzzling into his neck. "I wish we could baby. Believe me, I wish we could." He pressed a soft kiss to TJ's pulse point. "But my energy is fading. Being tied to a physical form takes a lot of effort. I can feel myself slipping away…"

Lucas held TJ tighter, his voice low and earnest. "I may not be able to stay with you physically, but I can give you the man you deserve. Someone who loves you, who worships the ground you walk on. Someone who craves your touch, your love…"

He trailed off, pressing a lingering kiss to TJ's lips. Cole's mind reeled. What the fuck was Lucas talking about? He just wanted Lucas to get the fuck out. To leave.

Lucas closed his eyes, focusing inward. Cole felt a sharp, stabbing sensation in his skull, like a thousand needles piercing his brain. He cried out in agony, writhing against the onslaught. His memories, his very identity, began to shift and morph. Straight lines blurred, colors ran together. Images of women he'd been with, replaced by images of TJ. Himself on his knees, servicing TJ. Himself spread open, begging for more. Himself craving cock, desperate for it. Begging for it. Craving it. Needing it. Wanting it. Loving it. Desperate for it. Begging for it. Craving it. Wanting it. Needing it. Loving it. Desperate for it. Begging for it. Craving it. Wanting it.

Cole screamed, thrashing against the invasion in his mind. He saw his high school football team, running drills under the hot sun. The ball, the cheers of the crowd, the camaraderie of his teammates. Suddenly, it shifted. He was in the locker room. On his knees. His teammates surrounding him. Cheers turned to jeers and catcalls. "Suck it, slut!" "Take it like a good little bitch!"

He blinked, and he was in college. At a frat party, beer pong cups scattered across the table. His girlfriend straddling his lap, kissing him deeply. Her blonde hair, her floral perfume. Her breasts, soft against his chest. Now dark hair, cologne, stubble scratching his chin. Firm pecs against his. Hands gripping his hips, pulling him closer. A dick grinding against his ass.

Fishing trips with his buddies morphed into spa days with his besties, pedicures and gossip. Sports outings and tailgating with his buddies shifted into vibrant pride parades. Wild college frat parties warped into pulsing nightclubs, grinding bodies and dancing under flashing lights. Even his dedicated gym routine twisted - no longer pumping iron to build muscle mass, but sculpting his ass for the locker room quickies.

With each memory rewritten, Cole felt a part of himself slipping away, the gay submissive persona solidifying. He could feel his sexual orientation shifting, his desires changing.

"TJ…" He thought.

Memories of TJ flooded Cole's mind, a kaleidoscope of stolen kisses and groping hands. Lazy Sunday mornings in bed together, cooking breakfast in matching aprons. Couples yoga classes, their sweaty bodies pressed close as they held challenging poses. Intimate conversations about their hopes, dreams, fears. Waking up next to him, tangled in sweat-soaked sheets. Moaning his name in ecstasy. Begging for more, harder, deeper.

The pleasure and intimacy of these memories was tinged with confusion. Why did they feel so wrong, yet so right at the same time? He knew there was something he should remember, something important, but it kept slipping just out of grasp. Lucas's presence faded, his influence diminishing. The final thread of the supernatural connection snapped.

"Goodbye, babe." He could hear Lucas say as he departed, "I know you'll be happy from now on."

Blackness. Then slowly, awareness trickled back. Cole's eyes fluttered open, blinking in the unfamiliar dim lighting of TJ's apartment. His head pounded, his body aching like he'd been run over by a truck.

TJ's eyes widened in fear as Cole stirred awake, his heart pounding. Oh God, what if Cole woke up furious? What if he realized what had happened and blamed him? He prepared himself for anger, for accusations.

But as Cole's bleary eyes focused on him, TJ froze. Cole's gaze was fixed on him, wide and adoring. A small, dreamy smile formed on his lips.

"H-hey there, handsome~" Cole's voice was pitched higher, softer. Almost a lisp. He sat up slowly, drinking in the sight of TJ like he was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He giggled, a sound completely foreign to his usual gruff tone.

TJ stared in disbelief, hardly daring to breathe. This wasn't Cole. Not the Cole he knew, anyway. This version was… different. And the way he was looking at him, with such open adoration and desire… it made TJ's heart race.

"God TJ, I want you so badly. I need you inside me."

TJ's eyes bugged out, shock clear on his face. "Cole, what the fuck? What are you saying?" He was cut off as Cole captured his lips in a searing kiss, all tongue and heat.

Pulling back with a breathless giggle, Cole grinned. "Why wouldn't I want my sexy boyfriend to fuck me?"

TJ hesitated only a moment before surrendering to the kiss, to Cole's touch. His hands roaming the curves of Cole's body. Cole moaned into his mouth, grinding down against the growing bulge in TJ's pants.

They broke apart, panting. Cole's pupils were blown wide with lust, his cheeks flushed. "Take me to bed, baby. I need you so fucking bad."

Some time later, Cole and TJ emerged from the bedroom, both disheveled and satisfied. They posed for a quick selfie, capturing the perfect image of a loving couple - TJ's strong hand resting possessively on Cole's pert rear as Cole peppered his neck with soft kisses.

From that day forward, Cole embraced his new identity fully. His relationship with Laura ended. His friends and colleagues barely recognized the changed man - gone was the macho jock, replaced by an out and proud gay man always eager to please his boyfriend.

Sometimes, in quiet moments, Cole would catch a fleeting glimpse of his old self. A stray thought, a phantom memory. But it was always quickly swallowed up by the warm glow of his love for TJ. His desire to be TJ's slutty bottom boyfriend. This was his reality now. His truth. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

As soon as Adam and Eric entered the apartment, Adam (the top of the couple) sighed with relief and rushed to the bathroom.

- Finally, I can pee. I've been holding it for an hour.

- Okay, babe. In the meantime, I'll unpack our luggage and look for a place to have lunch.

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A few minutes earlier, while wandering invisibly in his ghostly form, the ghost of an old gay man had smiled widely when he saw the couple arriving to stay in the third-floor apartment.

The ghost was captivated by Adam and knew that big body would soon be his. As they were unloading their luggage from the car, the ghost slipped into the third-floor apartment and hid in the bathroom, inside an old teapot left next to some small statues. There, he waited for the perfect moment to possess Adam's delicious body.

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While Adam relieved himself, the hidden ghost emerged from the teapot and thought, "This is my chance." Adam yawned, and as he did, the ghost slid into his open mouth. Adam gasped as his mouth and throat were suddenly filled with something invisible. His eyes widened, but he couldn’t speak or scream. His neck thickened briefly and returned to normal as the ghost entered his body, filling every inch of him.

Within seconds, Adam’s scared expression turned into a mischievous smile. The ghost of the old man had successfully possessed the 6'1 hunk.

- It feels so good to be alive again, my god. - the ghost said, admiring his new arms.

The new Adam pulled off his shirt, revealing an enviable, muscular body with a hairy chest.

- Damn, you're even better than I expected. What a treat. - said the old man inside Adam's body, impressed by his new deep voice.

- Did you say something, babe? - Eric said from the living room.

- Babe, how about we take a shower together first? I'm so fucking horny.

Eric grinned and replied, unaware it was no longer his boyfriend speaking to him:

- Hmm, I love when you're horny, babe. I'm coming!

It has been one year since Adam’s possession. The ghost of the old man who invaded Adam’s body that afternoon a year ago is still in full control. The “new” Adam is living the life of his dreams, and nothing will make him ever give it up.

He adapted very well to his new body and routine and is still dating Eric (who to this day has no idea a possession ever happened). The couple’s love and sex life is getting better each day, Eric completely in love with his boyfriend and Adam has grown fond and caring toward the boyfriend he gained by choosing this body.

The old man who now inhabits Adam’s body spent the last year letting his hair grow a little and getting even bigger, fulfilling his dream of being a top muscular bull (something he never achieved in his past life, since his genetics only allowed him to be extremely thin and bald).

Now, they’re on vacation, traveling to the same city where the possession happened a year ago. Adam drives down the highway while Eric looks at him, admiring the gorgeous boyfriend he has.

“I really love you,” Eric says.

“I love you too, babe. This life with you is the best possible,” Adam replies. “It’s really hot, isn’t it? I need to take my shirt off,” he adds.

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

Soul To Hold

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

Shit! I'm screwed!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Hey, darling – he said with a wink.

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

— Cut the drama. Who are you?