Possession Master

(Original story posted June 30th 2024) This story has been significantly Updated!

This story was always one of my personal favourites. Massive thanks to @verus-animus for all his help with this update! As you can see it’ll be split into two parts this time due to the increased word count. I hope you all enjoy looking back at this one just as much as I have! ❤️

Read Part 2 Here!

Ollie never would’ve believed that the plan he and his brother Justin came up with would be this successful. Their dad Nick had become famous online! Before he’d just been a middle-aged, run-of-the-mill weatherman. Nothing in particular made him stand out beyond his boring weather reads between the news, always spoken in a professional monotone that could put almost anyone to sleep.

But now everything has changed.

Tons of viral videos were circulating of Nick doing all sorts of popular and trendy dance moves that people online seemed to love. It’d even gotten to the point where he’d been given the green light to show off some dance moves while he’s live on air presenting the weather sometimes! His followers on all social media continued to grow and grow by the day. His Instagram had upwards of 2 and half million while his TikTok account already had well over 9 Million! It was incredible!

Ollie could never have expected their little plan to work this well. Sure he and his brother Justin had to do something pretty insane in order push their dad’s career to this height but it was more than worth it in the end. He knew their Dad never would have agreed to this had he been given a choice but what he didn’t know would hurt him. Besides, Ollie was sure he was sleeping soundly in the depths of his own subconscious. Or at least that’s what Justin told him.

———

~~ A Couple Years Ago ~~

Nick let out a long sigh as he arrived home from work, closing the front door behind him before wiping his brown oxfords on the doormat. However he hardly had time to put down his briefcase before his ears twitched at the sound of arguing voices coming from upstairs. His two sons. There was no doubt they’d gotten into it over something stupid.

He sighed again. He’d hoped those two would eventually grow out of this phase like most normal siblings do when they reach adulthood. Yet even now that Ollie was 20 and Justin was 23, they still seemed to bicker like teens half the time. Even when the work day ended, his job as a father was never finished. He loved both his sons dearly but he was starting to hope one of them would find a partner to move out with soon. At least then he’d have a little more peace and quiet.

Nick hung his head in silence for a moment before trudging his way up the stairs to see what all the commotion was about. As Nick drew closer to the top of the stairs however, the shouting suddenly stopped. Had they heard the clack of his shoes against the stairs as he ascended? Whatever the case it only tugged on Nick’s curiosity. He peeked his head inside Ollie’s bedroom first to find it empty. His brow furrowed as he closed the door again and turned his attention to the bedroom of his older son, Justin. Just before he grabbed the door handle however, Nick heard what sounded like hushed whispers coming from inside. He couldn’t make out what was being said but as a father he couldn’t help finding it suspicious.

Nick waited a beat before giving the door a gentle knock and announcing that he was coming in. The door creaked open to the sight of his two boys standing awkwardly near Justin’s bed as they looked over at him. Their expressions seemed equal parts worried, apprehensive and secretive. The older man’s fatherly instinct kicked in almost immediately with that nagging feeling he always got when they were trying to hide something from him.

Nick raised an eyebrow. “…What’s going on in here guys?” He questioned. “I just heard shouting coming from up here. What was all that about?” He continued, his tone laced with both authority and concern.

The siblings glanced at one another before looking back at their Dad. There was a moment of awkward silence between them all until but finally Justin decided to speak up.

“Well Dad.” He began as he stood up straight with a sudden air of confidence. “We’ve decided that we’re going to help boost your career a little.” He stated with an almost prideful smirk.

Nick had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. “Oh come on boys. We’ve already gone over this. Starting an Instagram or TikTok account isn’t going to skyrocket my career. That’s just a silly fantasy folks like to sell to people your age. I’m a weatherman, not a social media influencer.” He grumbled, having had this exact conversation with them multiple times by this point. Of all the things Ollie and Justin disagreed on, for some reason this was the one thing they kept ganging up on him about recently. “I even tried posting a few things on that Instagram account you made me but not much has happened.”

“Well duh. That’s because you only post boring stuff Dad.” His younger son Ollie chirped up.

Nick scoffed. “I’ll have you know that meteorology is extremely interesting. Learning about all the intricacies of how the atmosphere of our planet functions. Being able to quantify all different kinds of phenomena that appear in the weather cycle. I think if more people just sat down and-”

Ollie cut his father off with an exaggerated snore. “Boringggg. No Dad. You need to post things that are really gonna catch people’s attention. Interesting stuff. Cool stuff. Funny stuff. Or just anything that isn’t as boring as literally everything you just said. Like maybe-”

This time Nick was the one to cut off his son before Ollie could get another word in. “I know what you’re going to say and, like I said before, it’s not happening. I’m not doing any of those silly dances you’ve shown me. I’ll look like a complete idiot. And I still don’t see how dancing online will boost my career.” He said with a hint of annoyance. Just the mere thought of him, as a 41 year old man, dancing in front of a camera for TikTok or whatever made him cringe.

But his sons just wouldn’t give up.

“Trust us Dad! People would love it. If you get good at it, you might get noticed. That could lead to you getting more followers and becoming more well known. Eventually you could even become really popular which could do wonders for your career!” Ollie continued as if it were a no-brainer.

Nick shook his head. “Come on son. Even you should hear how far-fetched and stupidly wishful that sounds.”

“Don’t know until you try.” Justin added swiftly.

Nick gave him a sarcastic smile. “I’m not going to embarrass myself on the internet for attention. You two can go ahead but leave me out of it. So stop asking.” He said sternly before allowing the fake smile to fade. “Now. Care to tell me what the two of you were shouting about earlier? You’ve conveniently tried to dodge that question.”

The siblings looked at each other for a moment as if daring the other to say something. There was an awkward silence but just as Nick was getting ready to repeat the question, Justin answered.

“Well… we just uhhh… had a disagreement over who was a better dancer.” Nick’s older son shrugged while trying to act casual. “Ollie is under the delusion that he’s a better dancer than me now just because one of his videos got a ton of views. He won’t accept that the only reason so many people shared it was because he was wearing the shortest shorts known to mankind.”

Ollie glared at Justin for a moment, rolling his eyes but resisting the temptation to argue. He did however want to grab the nearest object and throw it at Justin’s head as he watched his brother mouthed the word “slut” at him. Nick on the other hand just squinted at his two adult children in disbelief.

“Really? That’s it?” Nick shook his head, not being able to help laughing at the absurdity of what he’d just heard. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand your generation.” He muttered as he loosened his tie before backing out of the room and making his way back towards the stairs. “I’m off to watch some TV. If you want anything for dinner, let me know in the next hour or you’ll be making it yourselves.” A yawn escaped his mouth as he began to descend, the familiar clack on his oxfords still echoing with every step.

Ollie and Justin looked at one another again and waited until their father was out of earshot before Ollie walked over and closed the door

“Why the fuck would you say that?” Ollie said without hesitation.

Justin shrugged. “What? Would you rather I told him the whole truth?” He questioned as he hopped onto his bed, lying back comfortably with his hands behind his head. “Oh sorry dad. We were just arguing over which one of us was a better dancer so we could decide who gets to takeover your-” Justin’s mockery was halted before he could finish by Ollie shushing aggressively at him.

“Keep your voice down!” Ollie said in an exaggerated whisper. “He might hear us…”

“Alright, alright. Chill the fuck out.” Justin replied as he brushed off his little brother's paranoia. “That conversation confirmed what we already thought though right? He’s clearly never going to listen to us. We need to go through with the plan, regardless of who’s gonna be in the driver’s seat.”

Ollie took breath as he tried to calm his nerves. “I guess so yeah. In that case I supposed we should start getting all the essentials together?”

Justin nodded.

———

Hours passed and Nick was still sitting in front of the TV watching a nature documentary of some kind after having made dinner. Ollie and Justin never ended up asking for food which Nick thought was a little odd. He cooked pretty much every night and his sons almost never passed up the opportunity to taste whatever he’d whipped up. He thought of reminding them but decided that they were adults now. They could take care of themselves. If anything he probably pampered them too much.

Nick laid back in his seat as the documentary talked about how the changes in earth's climate was affecting certain species. His son’s would no doubt call it boring like they did with most things he liked. He’d always tried helping them to understand his hobbies and interests but it never seemed to click. And vice versa, Nick had tried connecting with his son’s by playing a few of their favourite games and trying to understand some of their interests but he could never wrap his head around it all. Sometimes it felt like he was doomed to simply be their boring dad who struggled to keep up with the new generation. That wouldn’t stop him from trying though.

He found himself really getting into the documentary, having zoned out to the time and everything else. That was until his ear perked up at the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs behind him. Ollie and Justin must’ve finally gotten hungry, he thought. Instead of wandering into the kitchen to raid the fridge and cupboards however, the pair instead made their way into the living room. Nick raised an eyebrow at his boys as they came to stand directly in front of his seat, blocking his view of TV.

“Too late. I’ve already made my food.” Nick hummed, assuming they’d come to guilt trip him into cooking something for them. Half the time he would’ve given in. Not tonight though. “If you want something then you’ll have to make it yourselves.” Nick added before motioning at them to move out of the way so he could continue the documentary. But they didn’t move.

“This isn’t about dinner, Dad.” Ollie began. “We’ve come to tell you something really important.”

Nick’s face scrunched with a mix of intrigue. With the way they were standing, he already had an idea as to what this could be about. He’d suspected it for a long time but hadn’t said anything. He wanted them to come to him first. The look on his face faded into a reassuring smile that he made sure to flash in both their directions.

“Look boys. You can tell me anything. It doesn’t matter who you choose to be or… who you choose to be with. I will always love and support both of you no matter what. Even if you choose to be with other boys instead of girls.” Nick said those words like he’d rehearsed them a hundred times. For a long time now he’d suspected both his sons were gay or at least bisexual. Neither of them had seemed to have much interest in girls their age growing up. Their favourite characters in video games and movies always seemed to be the muscular men rather than the curvy women. Neither of them had ever had a girlfriend either. It just made sense! “Just know that I’ll always be your dad, no matter what.” He added.

Justin and Ollie looked at one another, slightly horrified and a little embarrassed but mostly shocked that their father had immediately jumped to that conclusion. He wasn’t wrong though. Both brothers had known they were gay for a long time but they’d only ever told each other. Justin had been the first to admit it and less than a year later Ollie revealed that he was gay as well️. What were the chances of that? If anything it was a big relief knowing they were in the same boat. But had it really been that obvious to their father this entire time? Apparently so.

“W-what?? No… well I-I mean…” Ollie stumbled with his words frantically before his brother swiftly cut in.

“That’s not what we came to talk to you about.” Justin said firmly, regaining his composure quickly.

Nick blinked. “Ah. Sorry for assuming.” He laughed awkwardly.

“Well Dad. Ollie and I have been talking a lot and we’ve finally come to a decision on something.” Justin paused for a beat as he looked over at Ollie for confirmation that they were both ready to go through with this. The small nod he received from his younger brother was all he needed. “We’ve come to tell you that we’re taking over from now on.” Justin said firmly. .

Nick’s face scrunched up in confusion. “Take over? What are you going on about?” He rightfully asked. “You mean you want to take over my social media accounts again? Because that is not happening again. Not after the two of you used your generation's weird slang on one of my posts.” Nick had tried to forget the embarrassment he’d felt after seeing that, ignoring the fact that it’d somehow garnered the most attention of anything he’d ever posted.

Justin shook his head. “Not exactly. I mean we will have access to your accounts but only by proxy of the fact that they’ll belong to me.” Justin said ominously. “Because we’re going to do for you what you’re too stubborn to do for yourself.”

Nick didn’t have much chance to get a word in before Justin stuck a hand in his pocket and pulled out a tiny pouch. Nick asked what his son was doing but Justin ignored him as he emptied the contents of the pouch onto his palm. A small mound of green glittery powder piled gently on his hand. It shimmered with an eerie otherworldly glow that didn’t fail to catch Nick’s eyes. But before the older man even had a chance to ask what it was, Justin held his palm down in front of his father’s face and blew gently.

Nick’s face coughed and spluttered as a sparkly green cloud shrouded his face. He couldn’t help breathing it in and the moment he did, his eyes started to drift and flutter. “J-Justin?! What have you-” He could barely finish a sentence as his eyes grew heavier and his body became unresponsive. In a matter of moments Nick faded from consciousness completely. His head lolled backwards as his body slumped into the sofa.

“Jeez be careful Justin! That could’ve blown back in your face as well!” Ollie muttered nervously.

“I know what I’m doing, Ollie.” Justin half smirked. He waited a beat before leaning down and giving their dad a pat on the cheek to check he was definitely asleep. Nick hardly responded beyond a small grunt. He was out cold. “Let’s just worry about setting up and performing this ritual before Dad wakes up again alright? Otherwise we’ll be in deep shit.”

Ollie gave his brother a look before heading back to their room to grab the rest of the things they needed for the ritual. Meanwhile Justin started by moving the table and chairs in the dining room to make some extra space. Once Ollie returned with the spellbook, chalk and a bunch of potion ingredients, he placed them on the table ready. Next up was the difficult task of moving their father’s unconscious body from the living room to the dining room.

“Alright uhmm… you grab his legs, I’ll grab his arms?” Ollie suggested after they’d awkwardly and carefully managed to pull their dad off the sofa and onto the carpet, causing his dress shirt to ride up his stomach. Justin nodded in confirmation. Justin grabbed onto his dad’s ankles while Ollie hooked himself under Nick’s armpits. Then in a combined effort the two siblings were able to lift their slumbering father and carry him into the dining room where they set him down gently on the cold hard floor. After moving his arms and legs a little to make sure he was laid flat and even, the pair stood over their dad for a moment. They knew that if they continued there would be no turning back. Ollie was slightly apprehensive but Justin couldn’t have been more ready to get this show on the road.

Ollie grabbed the spell book and flipped it open to the page they’d bookmarked with all the instructions they needed for the ritual. He then grabbed the chalk and used it to draw a large circle around their father’s unconscious body. Meanwhile Justin took to the kitchen with the potion ingredients. He began mixing together an assortment of herbs, spices and other oddities to create a pulsing catalyst potion as per the spell book’s instructions. Once the concoction was seemingly complete, he brought it back through to the dining room. There he found Ollie who’d just finished drawing the last of the magical runes around the chalk circle, having copied the pattern from the spell book exactly.

“Is it finished?” Justin asked while surveying Ollie’s work.

Ollie glanced between what he’d drawn and the image in the spell book a few times. “I think so yeah… let me just…” he bent down and scribbled an extra line or two into a couple of the runes, ensuring they were all perfect. “Okay yeah. Now it’s done.” He huffed, certain that he’d gotten all the details.

“Well I suppose there’s only one thing left to do right?” Justin said with a smirk while looming over his father’s body, sleeping in the same suit he’d come home from work in. When Ollie didn’t reply however, he turned to his younger brother with an eyebrow raised. “What? I hope you’re not thinking of backing out now.” He accused.

Ollie’s eyes snapped towards Justin. “No! I’m not. It’s just…” He scuffed his shoe against the floor, glancing down at their dad again before returning his gaze to Justin. “Why do you get to be dad?…” He muttered with a twinge of jealousy.

Justin rolled his eyes with an overdramatic sigh. “Oh my god! Seriously Ollie? We’re not having this conversation again.” Justin huffed in annoyance. Though he quickly realised how harsh his tone sounded, opting to take a breath before continuing. “Look. We both agreed that if dad posted some great videos of him dancing that he could take off on social media right? I mean nobody expects a weatherman in a nice suit to start busting out some cool dance moves do they? It’s a niche. People love niche things.” Justin explained. “Buuuut the better he is at dancing, the higher chance he has of getting noticed. That said, between the two of us, I’m a far better dancer. Even you have to admit that.”

“Fine. I guess you’re right.” Ollie murmured. It was true. Justin had a far better chance at pulling this off than he did. That didn’t stop Ollie from feeling a twang of envy towards his brother for getting to experience being inside their father’s body though. “But for the record I still wanna say this feels like a long shot. I mean come on. Do you really think Dad dancing on the internet is gonna skyrocket his career?”

“It can’t hurt to try? And we both know he won't try. His career won’t be going anywhere at the rate he’s doing things. At least this way we’re giving him a chance. And if it doesn’t work then at least we tried it. We won’t have to go on wondering.” Justin said firmly. “But honestly… I’ve got a good feeling about this.”

Justin leaned over and grabbed the spell book. He skimmed his eyes over the entire ritual, quickly reading through all the instructions again to ensure they’d done everything right up to now. He double checked all of Ollie’s runes around the chalk circle. He went over all the ingredients he’d used for the catalyst potion in his memory and he couldn’t think of a single thing he might’ve missed. It might’ve seemed a little OCD but they couldn’t risk messing up something like this. With that he turned to Ollie again with a nod. “Right. I think we’re ready to go.”

“Hold on. Don’t you need to be wearing some of Dad’s clothes first for it to work?.” Ollie chirped up quickly. “Like his tie or his shoes?” He recalled the ritual mentioning something along those lines as being another component needed to enhance the connection between two bodies.

Justin smirked with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “I already am wearing something.” He claimed before tugging down the waist of his jeans slightly. He had no home in revealing that he was already wearing a pair of their dad’s underwear. Justin tried not to laugh as he watched Ollie’s face go red. “Now let’s get started.”

Justin took a deep breath before knocking back the potion he’d made. It certainly didn’t taste pleasant but he was able to get it down. A shiver of disgust ran down his spine as Justin carefully stepped inside the circle. He stared down at his dad for a moment before taking a long deep breath. He proceeded to lower himself, crouching first before carefully leaning forwards. Justin made sure to keep himself calm and steady as he laid himself face down on top of his father’s body. His own face rested against his father’s chest as he grabbed his dad’s hands and interlocked their fingers. Of course a part of him couldn’t help feeling this was incredibly perverted. Being this close to his unconscious father. Yet at the same time he couldn’t help feeling strangely excited at the feeling of being pressed against an older, taller, and more muscular body. The one responsible for bringing him into this world. One that would soon belong to him.

Once Justin was in place, Ollie began reciting the incantation that would activate the magic in the circle to begin the ritual. He’d practiced quite a few times in the comfort of his bedroom so he was familiar with the words. Despite that he still went slow to ensure he didn’t misspeak. With every word, the runes and even the chalk circle itself began to glow a multitude of different colours. A gust of wind seemed to roll through the room out of nowhere as the glow grew brighter.

Justin’s heart rate began to skyrocket when he felt an unnatural bubbling sensation coming from inside his body. The potion he drank was already reacting to the activated runes. He could feel himself starting to burn up, his skin growing hotter by the second. The heat was most intense around his palms, causing him to squeeze his dad’s hands even tighter until he felt some kind of strange release. Suddenly Justin couldn’t feel his own hands at all. He raised his head off his dad’s chest for a moment to see with wonder as his hands started to fuse with his father’s bigger ones. Part of him couldn’t believe it was actually working. He’d believed in it of course but that didn’t stop Justin’s eyes from bulging as he watched his own hands disappear and become a part of his father’s flesh.

It felt good. Really good. The only way Justin could describe it was that his entire body felt just as sensitive as his dick and the pleasure he felt only amplified when a part of him sank inside his father. That’s why he couldn’t stop himself from moaning as his arms slowly vanished inside his dad’s, somehow passing through the fabric of his dad’s dress shirt. Ollie was just as stunned, barely able to hold his focus on the spell book’s incantation as he glanced at the scene before him. It almost looked like Justin was a ghost slowly disappearing inside their father’s body in an effort to claim it. But before he could get any further, their dad started to wake up…

Nick's eyes flickered open in confusion at first. The last thing he remembered was sitting on the sofa when Justin blew some strange dust in his face. Now he was… staring up at the dining room ceiling? His confusion very quickly turned to panic and terror though as he failed to sit up due to the weight on his chest and the limpness of his arms. He looked down to see his eldest son was laying on top of him while his other son recited some creepy magic words in the background.

“J-Justin?! What’re you doing?! W-what the hell is going on!?” Nick bellowed fearfully. He tried to push Justin away… but his arms still wouldn’t respond. No matter how hard he tried, his arms and hands refused to move. That’s when he saw the impossible. Nick turned his head to see that Justin’s arms had been almost completely absorbed inside his own. Immediately his eyes went wide with terror. He wanted to scream but the sound got caught in his throat, emerging as a jittery croak instead. In a panic, he started to thrash around underneath Justin. Flailing his torso and kicking his legs in any effort to escape from whatever the hell kind of nightmare this was. All while still trying and failing to move his arms.

“Fuck. Fuck…” Justin mumbled, having feared this exact scenario. “Dad. Just stay calm. It’ll be over soon. Just let me inside.” He tried to say in as tranquil of a way as possible to keep his father from making things more complicated. But that would quickly prove to be an impossible task.

“Let you… inside!? What the fuck are you talking about?!?!” Nick’s heart was beating a mile a minute as he screamed. Justin was just barely able to keep him pinned with his own body weight. Considering they were now attached, it was impossible for Nick to actually get away from him but that didn’t stop the terrified weatherman from trying anyway. At this rate, it wouldn’t be long until Nick managed to wriggle them both out of the circle and disrupt the ritual. Justin had no idea what would happen if the ritual wasn’t completed properly and he didn’t want to find out.

“Dad! Stay still! Just stop moving!” Justin shouted desperately. “You’re just gonna make things worse if you don’t let me in!” He tried to reason as best he could but he pleas fell upon deaf ears.

Ollie watched from behind the circle as Nick’s legs continued to kick about. Scraping the floor and kicking the air frantically. Seeing his father acting like this was almost hard to watch. He’d never seen his dad so terrified. Yet at the same time seeing his older brother’s body starting to sink inside his dad was too mesmerising to look away from. He’d only glance away for a few seconds at a time to look at the spellbook while he continued to chant. Ollie wanted to help somehow but he couldn’t risk messing up the incantation. He just had to trust Justin.

Justin knew it was down to him to make sure the ritual was completed so in a desperate attempt to speed things up, Justin slammed his own legs down on top of his dad’s as hard as he could. While doing so, he imagined his dad’s longer legs and larger feet becoming his own. It wasn’t easy with how much his father was flailing around but soon he began to feel it. His legs phased through the suit pants and began sinking into his dad’s hairy legs.

Nick’s meltdown only worsened as he felt himself losing autonomy over his legs. They continued to kick about for a moment but became less responsive the deeper Justin sank. Soon enough his thighs and calves began to spasm uncontrollably while his feet twitched inside his dress shoes before finally going docile. Completely paralysed like his arms.

“J-Justin. Please… Y-you have t-to stop this. I d-don’t… I…” Nick’s voice trembled in a way that made Justin feel kinda bad for his father.

“Sorry Dad. We can’t stop this now.” Justin replied with a very surface level amount of empathy. “You just have to let me in. That’s it. As soon as I take over your body, I promise we’ll both feel so much better. You’ll get to sit back and relax while I improve your life from the inside.” He reasoned with an eerie smile that was supposed to be reassuring. “Just relax and let me be dad for a while.”

Beads of sweat trickled down Nick’s flushed face. None of his limbs would respond now. All he could move was his head, neck and torso down his backside. Escaping now felt even more impossible but that didn’t stop him from trying. Despite Justin’s attempt at calming him down, Nick only continued flops and thrash around with whatever control he still had. But it would never be enough.

Justin slowly lowered his head until his face was resting against his father’s chest again. “This is inevitable now dad. Stop fighting it.” He hummed, refusing to move no matter how much his dad wriggled. “Just let me come home for a while.”

“Come… h-home?” Nick questioned through ragged breaths. “What are yo-oooouuughhh…” He devolved into an involuntary moan before he could finish as Justin began to grind their crotches together. Nick hated it. He wanted it to end more than anything. Yet the sheer pleasure he felt from Justin’s groin rubbing up against his own bulge was unprecedented. Even if he tried to move his hips to get away, it only caused their crotches to grind even more. All he could do was bite back moan after horrifying moan.

Justin pressed his groin down even harder until he could practically feel the outline of his dad’s wonderful dick. “Think about it dad. I originated from you.” He began to elaborate just his crotch started phasing through the fabric of their clothes so it could sink into Nick’s body. Their cocks briefly touched before Justin’s was pulled inside. “Before I was me, I was a part of you. I was just swimming around in your balls before you decided to shoot me out into the world. That makes you my real home.” Justin pushed himself deeper, hips sinking in. “I’m just coming back for a visit…” He finished while his ass sunk lower before finally disappearing as well.

Nick’s begging and pleading became even more frantic and deranged than before. Ollie had become visibly uncomfortable by the whole situation. Both by what Justin had been saying and by their father’s distress. But he had to keep chanting for both their sakes. Even as Nick started begging him for help instead. Ollie could only stand by as Justin’s torso continued to sink just like the rest of him had. His stomach and chest vanished slowly but surely until Nick found himself unable to move from the neck down as Justin’s back disappeared. All that was left now was their heads as Justin’s neck protruded from his father’s upper chest. His face still snuggled up against his dad’s pecs with a satisfied smile.

“Don’t worry daddy. By the time I’m finished, you’re gonna be a star.”

Nick watched with pure terror as Justin began pressing the last of himself inside. Unable to move or fight back as he was forced to consume the last of his son’s essence. But as Justin’s head seeped into Nick’s chest, the older man’s eyes began to roll back as a long and powerful groan escaped his mouth. It was different from the involuntary moans of before. It was more primal. One that echoed across the entire house while Justin’s mind and soul forcefully took up residence inside Nick’s mature brain.

Ollie glanced worryingly as he watched his father’s body begin to flail and convulse in the circle. His older brother had completely vanished now. Only the clothes he’d been wearing were left, now draped on top of their dad’s body as he shook and moaned uncontrollably. The battle for control that’d been taking place on the outside was now happening on the inside instead. Nick was still fighting back with whatever strength.

After what felt like hours, the convulsing finally stopped. Nick fell silent and his body went still. The circle and runes Ollie had drawn out stopped glowing and the strong air that’d been twisting around them dispersed in an instant. It was finished. Ollie was finally able to stop chanting. The younger sibling took a breath before tossing the book down and going to check on his father… or brother? He wasn’t sure yet but he was sure about to find out as his father’s body hummed groggily, eyes stirring open again.

The suited older man laid there for a moment as he waited for his eyes to focus and for the world to stop spinning around him. And once it had, he lifted his head. Squinting as he looked down at himself with a flicker of emotion that Ollie couldn’t quite make out. He didn’t seem angry or upset anymore though. Instead he lifted his hands up towards his face, inspecting them. Like he was taking in every little detail before glancing back down at the rest of his body. Feeling his chest as he ran hands over his dress shirt slowly before diverting towards his thighs. Then, in an instant, eyes shot open wide like a haze had just been lifted. He sat up with a velocity that caused Ollie to stumble backwards slightly. His eyes glittering with pure wonder as he looked down at himself.

“Justin?…” Ollie whispered as he watched his dad nervously.

Ollie’s father snapped his gaze towards the young man. He stared blankly for a moment before a slow eerie grin began to creep across Nick’s face. One that was so characteristically Justin.

“Not anymore kiddo.” Justin said with his father’s deeper and more masculine voice, causing him to grab his throat in surprise for a moment. Though as he massaged the noticeably larger lump on his neck, Justin couldn’t help noticing the scratch of stubble around it. This prompted his hand to move further up towards his face where the stubble was far more prominent. The itch of his father’s well maintained facial hair graced his fingers. He couldn’t even begin to express how extraordinary it felt.

Ollie stumbled back as Justin slowly pushed himself up onto his feet, planting his father’s shiny oxfords on the floor with a familiar clack. He wobbled a little as he adjusted to his new size and height but muscle memory was quick to kick in. It wasn’t long before he found himself standing tall in the body of the man that gave him life. Not to mention grinning ecstatically.

“I’m your dad now.” Justin said firmly while looking down at Ollie. “Don’t forget it.” He added with a confident wink as his manly hands wandered towards his chest again. They ran back and forth curiously over it. Even undoing the top few buttons to reach inside his shirt and feel the fuzzy hair on his dad’s chest. “Uughhh wow! I’ve always wondered what it was like having chest hair like this. Mmmhmmm… it feels amazing!” It was quite the upgrade. Of all the things his father had passed down to him, body hair wasn’t one of them. Nick certainly wasn’t the hairiest man in the world. Far from it. But compared to Justin’s previous smooth body, his dad’s chest hair was something to marvel at.

Once he’d finished admiring his chest, Justin moved his hands over his arms and down his stomach, taking note of the shape and feel of his Dad’s body. “I’ve barely been inside Dad for two minutes and already everything feels so different. My hands and fingers. My arms and legs. Just the lengths… a-and that shape of them all. It's all so weird. But god it feels great!” He exclaimed, clearly enjoying this waaaaaay too much already.

Ollie was lost for words at the sight before him. Seeing his dad/brother act like this was… chilling in a way. To say he was uncomfortable watching his father feel himself up knowing it was his older brother in the driver's seat was an understatement. And yet absolutely nothing could’ve prepared him for what happened next.

There was a look of realisation that crossed Justin’s stubble coated face and no more than a second later one of his hands quickly descended down towards his crotch. It’d felt so natural between his new legs that somehow he hadn’t noticed the difference at first. But as soon as he squeezed his new bulge, Justin’s expression twisted into a look of both shock and pleasure as his mouth hung agape.

“Holyyyy fuuuck…” he grunted as he ran his hand over the outline of his father’s cock. “Ollie… I have Dad’s dick.” He said rather bluntly before he reached a little lower and gave his new balls a squeeze. “Uuuff… oooo god. That’s where we came from? Jesus that’s… wow. They’re so sensitive. Mmmmmm…” A shiver traveled up his spine at the mere feeling of his new manhood. His father’s manhood.

Ollie cringed, having already looked away by this point. “Okay yeah-c-can you please stop. Like, right now!” He blurted out. “Do I need to remind you that you’re talking about our… dad’s balls?…” Of course he’d been curious to take over their dad’s body as well but… this was just too much right now. Seeing his ordinarily clean cut and well put together father act so crude… It was disturbing.

Justin didn’t seem to take any notice of the discomfort he was causing his sibling/son. Instead he took a wobbly step towards Ollie, stumbling almost as he did. Hand still firmly grasping his bulge. “Fuck it feels bigggg though…” he continued. “I alwayssss wondered if dad was bigger than us orrrr not… ” His words were beginning to sound slurred. Almost as if he were drunk. “Feels like ol’ daddy-o has quite the uhhh… pussy pounder…” He said with a low growl. “Or ass pounder. I don’t discriminate.”

“Okay. That’s it.” Ollie stepped in and grabbed Justin by the arm. “Justin. I think you’re drunk on residual magic from the ritual. The book said this might happen.” He sighed. After the freakiness of the ritual itself, this was the last thing Ollie needed to see. “Let me help you upstairs to the bedroom so you can lie down and rest for a bit. It’ll give your body and mind some time to adjust. Okay?” And without waiting for a response he swung one of Justin’s masculine arms over his shoulder and began hauling him out of the dining room.

Thankfully Justin went along with it. “Mmm… I don’t think I’m drunk but…” His tone and increasing inability to walk without tripping would prove otherwise. “…I guessss I’m a little tired after becoming your daddy.” He hummed while biting his lip.

“Please. Please stop talking.” Ollie grumbled as he directed Justin through the living room and towards the stairs.

"Wooooowww... dad’s stubble feels weird. But not like... in a bad way." Justin continued to ramble as he itched his new face again while Ollie practically dragged him up the stairs. "It just feels so funny and scratchy..." He chuckled to himself dumbly.

After a bit of effort, Ollie was somehow able to get Justin into their Dad’s room before laying him down on the bed. Ollie then tugged the brown oxfords their dad had been wearing off Justin's feet to make him more comfortable.

“Just get some sleep. I’ll check on you later. Okay?” Ollie said while placing the oxfords near the bedroom door.

Justin simply smiled. “Thank you… son” He clearly got way too much satisfaction out of saying that.

Ollie grimaced slightly. It shouldn’t have sounded weird. His dad had called him son all the time. But knowing that it was Justin and the way that he said it… Ollie didn't even know how to feel. Before he had a chance to process it however, he found himself looking away in discomfort as Justin reached down and groped his bulge again.

“You came from me. My biggggg daddy dick…” Justin added, his new cock obviously getting hard. “I gave you life!” He shouted before devolving into drunken laughter.

Ollie didn’t even dignify it with a response. He simply closed the door and hoped Justin would pass out before he did or said anything else creepy. Honestly he was already starting to wonder if this was really a good idea after all.

———

Ollie found himself sitting on the floor outside the bedroom. He could hear Justin mumbling to himself and rustling around on the bed but he tried his best to not pay it any mind. Instead he thought ahead to where their plan was headed next. Before they could start with the dancing and social media stuff, they’d need to make sure Justin could pull off a convincing impression of their dad. They’d need to be fast as well due to the temporary nature of the possession. If they didn’t get things underway quickly then Justin would be kicked out of their dad’s body before they even get a chance to launch his career to the stars. In theory anyway. After that they’d probably need to set up another spell to wipe their dad’s memory of the possession and make him think he’d finally agreed to their plan. Otherwise it’d all be for nought.

About 10 minutes later, Ollie breathed a sigh of relief as he began to hear the familiar hum of his dad snoring. Thank god he’d actually gone to sleep. He didn’t think he could handle one more overly sexual comment coming out of his father’s mouth right now. Just thinking about what Justin had said and done after taking control made his stomach twist. Part of him felt repulsed by it. Yet at the same time Ollie couldn’t help feeling repulsed by himself as well. Mainly because there was a small part of him that was… intrigued by it. He could swear up and down that he’d never looked at his dad in that way before but… something about the way he was acting earlier triggered something. Something deep. Something wrong. And it was only made worse when he remembered it was his older brother in control of that body. God it was fucked up. So fucked up that he tried his best to block out the thought completely.

Instead he decided to be productive while Justin slept by making his way back downstairs. All the mess they’d made setting up that ritual wasn’t going to clean itself after all. He grabbed a few cleaning supplies from the kitchen before wandering back into the dining room. Just as he was about to start scrubbing the chalk circle however, Ollie made a worrying discovery.

One of the runes he’d drawn around the rim of the circle had been scratched and smudged.

He knew it wasn’t like that when the ritual began. It was perfect. Ollie made sure of that. He didn’t think Justin could’ve smudged it afterwards either since he remembered him stepping rather cleaning out of the circle before the magical drunkenness kicked in. It couldn’t have happened while they were upstairs either. They didn’t have any pets that could’ve walked over it so… how could it have smudged?

That’s when it hit him.

The way their father had been thrashing about as he tried to get away from Justin. Ollie couldn’t pay full attention when it happened since he’d been focusing on the incantation but he got more than enough glimpses at how hysterical their dad was acting. Kicking and flailing around like a mad man. Ollie thought Justin had been able to possess their father’s legs before he could ruin the ritual but… what if he was too late. What if in all his struggling Nick had ended up smudging the rune with his shoe.

Ollie ran upstairs as quickly and quietly as he could before scrambling into his Dad’s bedroom where Justin was still fast asleep on the bed. Now face down on the bed after seemingly turning over in his sleep. One arm hanging over the edge while his suit pants stretched enticingly over his pert dad butt.

Ollie tried not to let the sight distracted him as he swiped up the oxfords their dad had been wearing. Surely enough… there it was. On the heel of his dad’s left shoe was undoubtedly chalk that’d been scraped from the rune.

Fuck.

Ollie looked over at Justin again, still snoring soundly. He seemed fine. He’d possessed their dad’s body just like they intended without a hitch. No distortions. No physical or mental complications as far as he could tell besides the drunkenness. Surely that one smudged rune hadn’t fucked anything up. They’d know if it had. Wouldn’t they?

He dashed downstairs and back into the dining room again where he swiped up the magic book. He flipped it open to the page that explained the ritual. Specifically the section that described the purpose of each rune. He’d done so many that he’d forgotten exactly what they all represent. Each rune facilitated a different part of the ritual with some helping the physical parts of the possession while others helped with the spiritual and mental parts. It didn’t take long for Ollie to match a rune in the book to the one that’d been smudged. He remembered now and it wasn’t good.

It was the rune that controlled the time limit.

The specific one Ollie had used made it so the possession would only last around two weeks. Three weeks max if the magic lingered. After that Justin should be ejected from Nick’s body. But if that rune was damaged before the ritual was completed then it could mean…

“The time limit is gone.”

To Be Continued in Part 2

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(Original story posted June 30th 2024) This story has been significantly Updated!

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Justin awoke the next morning feeling strange. His mind was hazy. He couldn’t even remember going to bed. His confusion would only worsen however as he pushed his face up off the pillow to see none other than his dad’s bedroom. He couldn’t think why he would’ve fallen asleep in here rather than his own room. He rubbed his eyes a little as he turned over and sat up slightly. He blinked a couple times before he finally noticed what he was wearing. It looked like one of his dad’s work suits? And his hands. They seemed older and rougher than he recalled. And his face felt scratchier than normal…

And then it all came rushing back.

“Oh… right.” He mumbled. “I’m dad now.” The slightly deeper tone of his dad’s voice sounded so foreign. He recognised it of course but to hear it coming out of his own mouth made his head spin.

Justin sat up properly before holding his head in his hands. His memory of the prior evening was a little hazy at first. He remembered sinking into his dad’s body and taking over. That part was crystal clear. He woke up soon after in full control of father’s form. After that his memory was a bit fuzzy. He pressed his fingers to his temples in an effort to remember and eventually it came to him. After the possession he started to feel drunk and ended up getting handsy with himself in front of his younger brother. And then… “Ah fuck.” Memories of what he’d said to Ollie quickly flooded back in a rush that caused his cheeks to glow red with embarrassment. “Whyyyy did I say thaaaat…” He grumbled.

Justin knew he should probably go find Ollie but he couldn’t help getting distracted by his new body. He’d hardly gotten a chance to feel or explore it last night. To get acquainted with this form. And he was just soooo curious. Curious in a way that made him excited. Too excited. Like he just wanted to rip his dad’s suit off and grope every inch of his father’s older body. It was fucked up. So fucked up that he couldn’t even put it into words. He wouldn’t say he was ever that attracted to his own dad before all this. Not like this. Sure he was a good looking guy and all but it was his own dad for fuck sake! Yet now he couldn’t help slobbering at the sight of his new body. Even his dick wouldn’t stop twitching as it stiffened in his suit pants. His dad’s dick…

Every instinct in his body was telling him to whip out the cock that brought him into this world and pump it until he exploded. And he nearly did. The urge was unbelievably strong. He ran a hand over his growing bulge, shivering with delight as he traced the outline of his new dick. He wanted to jerk it so badly. I wanted to feel its weight in his hands. He wanted to cradle his father’s balls!

He swung his legs off the bed before planting his socked feet on the floor. As he stood up it became even harder to ignore the way his erection tented in his pants. He told himself that he shouldn’t give in. That he should just leave it alone and apologise to Oliver for everything he’d said. But as he turned to head towards the door, his gaze landed on a mirror across the bedroom.

Justin was entranced. He couldn’t bring himself to look away. Reflected back at him was none other than the face of his own father. It was a familiar face that he’d know his whole life. He recognised every feature. But now… it all belonged to him. He struggled to process it for a moment. It was one thing to look down and see a different body. It was another to look into a mirror and see a face that wasn’t your own. It had to be one of the most disorienting experiences of Justin’s life. His brain could barely process the way his dad’s reflection mimicked his every expression. It made his heart race. Even more adrenaline began pumping through his veins. For a moment he thought he was gonna pass out. Instead, his dick only throbbed harder.

He moved towards the mirror until he was close enough to place a hand against the glass. His father's hand. His reflection copied every movement, showing Justin the reality he and his brother had created. And he loved it. The ritual had gone off without a hitch. His father’s body belonged to him!

“I’m Nick.” He said flatly. His dad’s dick pulsed again. “I’m Nick.” He repeated. He could practically feel the precum drooling into his underwear. He couldn’t stop himself. Justin lunged forwards and pressed his lips against the glass, kissing his reflection. The visual sent sparks through his brain that caused him to press his bulge up against the mirror too. Before long he found himself humping his own reflection in a lustful frenzy. He must’ve been at it for a good 10 minutes or so before he finally dug up the strength to pull away.

“I’m… my own fucking dad…” He said at last. He was about to slip a hand under his belt before hesitating. He sighed. He couldn’t do this now. Not when Ollie could walk in at any second. It would’ve been bad enough had Ollie seen him humping the mirror, let alone beating their dad’s meat. And so Justin took a deep breath before straightening his clothes and winking at his reflection.

———

The new man of the house made his way out of the bedroom and towards Ollie’s room. He hummed nonchalantly, seeing the room was empty before heading towards the stairs instead. He still wasn’t used to his new weight, evident by how he practically stomped down the stairs.

“There you are.” Justin said, seeing his brother (or rather his son), perched on the sofa with his nose buried in the magic book again. “Look. I just wanted to say… about last night I-” Justin didn’t even get a chance to finish apologising before Ollie cut him off.

“Yeah yeah it’s fine. Quick you need to see this!” He replied urgently, ushering Justin to come look at the book.

Justin was a little surprised at how quickly Ollie brushed off last night’s events but that only made him more concerned as to what was so important. He made his way over, looking over the smaller man’s shoulder and at the page Ollie was trying to show him. “Okay? What am I supposed to be looking at?”

Ollie went on to explain how he thought that their dad might’ve disrupted one of the runes that he’d drawn last night. Likely while he was thrashing around during the possession. He showed Justin the rune in the book before taking him to the circle and showing the smudged rune as well as the chalk on their dad’s shoes.

“So… on the bright side Dad didn’t disrupt any of the runes helping to facilitate the actual possession itself. That could’ve ended in pure disaster. But on the other hand…”

“I might be stuck inside dad forever.” Justin finished the sentence with a look of disbelief on his face. Not knowing how to think, feel or even process any of it.

Ollie placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, having had all evening and morning to think about the situation. “Not necessarily. There might be something else in the book that can help us undo this. There’s so many spells and rituals in here that we’ve hardly even looked at yet.” He said as calmingly as possible.

The look on Justin’s face made it seem as though he was gonna snap any second. Whether it be him panicking, crying, screaming. Sure he was already enjoying his father’s body a lot more than he should probably admit but… forever? Permanent? He hadn’t signed up for that. And yet, instead of the volatile reaction Ollie was expecting, Justin simply closed his eyes and breathed slowly. In and out. In and out. Until his heart had finally stopped feeling like it was about to explode.

“Okay.” Justin said flatly. “I’m going to call in sick for today like we planned so I can get used to being in dad’s body. You start getting your stuff together for university. It won’t be long before your bus gets here.” He seemed eerily relaxed all of a sudden.

“Are you sure? I can call in sick as well if you-”

“No. It’s fine. I’ll be alright. Just leave me to figure this out.”

Ollie glanced at Justin, his father/brother’s gaze locked onto the smudged rune. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what was going through his head. Him having no reaction almost seemed worse than having a meltdown. He was about to argue until-

“Did you hear what I said?! Grab your stuff and get your ass on that bus. Now.” Justin said firmly, mimicking their father’s authoritative tone almost perfectly. He sounded exactly like their dad would whenever they did something to piss him off.

Ollie did as he was told. Leaving to get his Uni stuff together as Justin continued to stand in thought. Soon afterwards, he was tugging on his coat and slinging a bag over his shoulder as he approached the front door. Before leaving he turned again, looking down the hallway to see Justin still hadn’t moved an inch.

“I’m Uhh… going now.” Ollie said awkwardly.

“Yup.” Justin responded. “Have a good day… son.” He added in an odd tone.

Ollie couldn’t help being a little weirded out but he didn’t question it. Simply nodding as he turned and left without another word.

Justin’s ears twitched at the sound of the front door closing again. He was alone. At last. He sighed, looking down at his body and then back at the disturbed rune on the dining room floor. Was he really stuck like this now he wondered as he flexed his hands. Stuck as an older man? Stuck as a Dad? The thought should’ve felt more terrifying to him than it actually was. If anything he was still trying to decipher his feelings. And it quickly became clear that standing around staring at a chalk circle wasn’t going to help understand them.

———

Soon after Justin made his way back to the mirror in his father’s bedroom. Staring at it. Studying it. His eyes mere inches away from the surface as they traced over every aspect of his mature masculine face. His father’s face. Viewing it as his own while his father’s features moved to his whim. Seeing his eyebrows dance and his lips purse at his command. It was strangely satisfying to say the least. Invigorating even. A feeling that was only further intensified when he brought his hands up to his face to touch and feel every feature as if to confirm that his reflection was the truth. Even after his little escapade with the mirror earlier, he still struggled to fully grasp this new reality. Especially now with the added knowledge that it could be permanent. But that didn’t stop him from enjoying the feeling of running his finger across his cheeks, adoring the addictive sensation of his father’s scratchy stubble. And how could he possibly stop there.

“Fuuuuuck… that’s good.” Justin grunted, getting high merely on the sound of his own voice as he stepped back from the mirror a little. Just enough so that he could get a fuller view of himself so he could admire just how well his dad’s body filled out this suit. Both the shirt and pants clung tight to his form in all the right places. So much so that it made him thirsty. So god damn thirsty for what was underneath. “Gotta take this fucking shirt off…”

Within moments Justin had undone every button of his dad’s white dress shirt, swiftly tugging it off his arms before tossing it onto the bed behind him. He couldn’t help but grin at the sight of his new lean pecs, immediately bringing both hands up to explore them. Once again being reminded of how great it felt to actually have hair on his chest! Just firm hairy pecs that felt amazing to caress. Loving even more how that hair extended along a happy trail down his stomach and towards his crotch where his bulge was already growing once more.

“Mmmmhff… I’m getting hard again.” He groaned as he gripped his crotch. He knew he wouldn’t be able to resist it this time. “Dad’s cock really has a mind of its own. Fuck. I can barely control this thing. His libido hasn’t gone down a bit…” His dick strained against his pants, begging to be set free now more than ever. “This is what Dad has to deal with everyday?” He mumbled, once again reminding himself that this may very well be a part of his life from now on.

But that didn’t stop him from turning around and checking out his dad’s ass.

Justin couldn’t help biting his lip at the sight. His well fitted suit pants perfectly framing his new man butt. His hands practically flew to his backside to give those cheeks a generous squeeze and in doing so Justin could’ve sworn his cock was about to break free with how it bucked involuntarily. His dad’s ass felt amazing. Tight yet plump and so well shaped. Considering how his dad’s body was more lean than buff, it was surprising how thick his ass actually was. That didn’t stop it from feeling soft and malleable in his hands though.

“God I wanna fuck my own ass.” He grumbled to himself, imagining how heavenly it would feel to stuff his cock inside an ass just like the one he had now. The mere thought was driving him mad with lust. So much so that he couldn’t ignore his dick anymore. He’d danced around it for long enough. He had to see it.

Justin felt an odd wave of nervousness crash over him as he began to unbuckle his belt. Of course he wanted to see it but the idea of actually looking down and seeing his father’s cock standing tall and proud between his legs was weirdly daunting in a way that made his head throb with anticipation. He paused to gather himself before undoing the top button and zipper on his dad's suit pants. His mouth went dry as he hooked his thumbs under his pants and underwear. Then, with one last shaky breath, he tugged them down both at once. They pooled around his ankles, exposing his lower half and finally allowing his dad’s fat cock to spring forwards in all of its glory.

Justin stared down at the pulsing manhood between his legs, seemingly mesmerised by the sight of it. Just as the outline had suggested, it was big. Very big. At least 8 or so inches and incredibly thick. Of course he'd seen cocks before but never one this huge and perfect. Never in person. And to think… he came from that thing. Over 22 years ago his dad nutted him out of this very cock. And now it was his. He still couldn’t get over that very fact. Maybe he never would.

He grabbed his girthy new member in one hand before cradling his balls in the other. A shiver travelled up his spine as he fulfilled his previous desires to do so. He came from these balls. They were his origin. And now they too hung between his legs. Knowing that allowed a sense of belonging to wash over him. Just like he’d told his father when he was possessing him, he felt like he was finally home again. Like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

It was only then as Justin started to slowly pump his cock that something dawned on him. That maybe this was the reason why he wasn’t scared or angry when Ollie had told him about the potential permanence of the takeover. Because deep down he wanted this. All of this. His dad’s body. His dad’s life. His dad’s cock! He desired it all with a burning passion from the second he started sinking into this body during that ritual. And he wanted to keep it.

Justin continued jacking his cock, going faster and faster as the addictiveness of it grew. Rubbing his hand up and down the thick shaft that’d squirted him out all those years ago as it started to leak precum. He had to admit, masturbating as his dad was a hell of a lot different to his old self. It wasn’t just the size but the shape and sensitivity as well. And the more he jerked, the better it felt.

“Fuuuuck yeah! Fuuuuuck yeah! Never fucking going back!” He moaned desperately in a bold declaration. “I’m fucking daddy now! I’m Nick!” He shouted with as he gave into his deepest and most lustful thoughts, cock pulsing and spluttering as he did.

That’s when it hit him. The first wave of his dad’s memories unlocking. And which ones did he receive first? Memories of his dad fucking a fleshlight like his life depended on it of course. One that was hidden in the back of his dad’s underwear drawer. It wasn’t long before he was reaching into that very drawer and pulling out the fleshlight. Grinning down at it as his mind flooded with every time his dad had stuffed his cock inside the silicone hole.

Next thing he knew, Justin was sliding himself aggressively into the fleshlight, adoring how it enveloped his cock like it was made specifically for him. It made him feel empowered in a strange way. To be pumping his stolen manhood inside of something that used to belong to his dad. Everything from the swing of his balls to the subtle squelching sound the fleshlight made every time he pressed into it. All of it drove his endorphins through the roof!

Before long he could feel it coming. The pleasure surrounding his dick was starting to ramp up rapidly. This had to be it. He was gonna cum! His balls clenched as his cock began to tense up uncontrollably. Precum leaking at an absurd rate inside of the fleshlight. Justin was only just barely able to pull out in time before his cock erupted! Thick hot cum spewing everywhere in a horny daze of ecstasy that consumed him completely. Only after the post nut clarity did he finally come back down to earth and realise what he'd just done.

He’d just jerked off in his dad’s body and covered himself in his own father’s cum.

He should’ve been horrified by that fact and yet all he felt was pure and utter satisfaction. He didn’t want to leave. Ever. This wasn’t his dad’s body anymore. It was his. It might not have been intentional what happened with that rune, but Justin was going to take it as a sign from the universe that this was meant to be. That he was always supposed to return to his original flesh and take it over for himself. How becoming Nick must’ve been destiny.

Once he'd allowed himself a moment to catch his breath, Justin started getting cleaned up. Wiping up the mess he'd made as best he could before strutting off towards the bathroom to get a relaxing shower.

Soon after Justin stood silently under the steady fall of hot water. Smiling as it flowed down the contours of his new body and seeped into every crevice this form had to offer. Washing off any last remnants of cum from his chest and stomach. His entire body buzzed with delight as the water poured over his cock and between his new ass. An ass that he couldn’t stop himself from squeezing again and again. Everything felt so perfect in that moment.

He took in the sight of his father’s naked body as his own. Already he was accepting it. Adjusting to the idea of taking on Nick’s identity permanently. Even now that his mind was no longer clouded by perverted thoughts, he still didn’t want to leave. If anything he wanted to stay more than ever. Almost as if orgasming had strengthened his connection to this form. His soul rooting itself even deeper. Before long, no reversal spell in the world would be able to tear him away from this body.

He wasn’t Justin anymore. He was Nick.

———

Ollie arrived home from university later that day. He found his ‘Dad’ sitting in the kitchen wearing some more casual clothes now as compared to the suit he’d still had on this morning. More notably he was tucking into a creamy carbonara. One of Dad’s favourite meals.

“Really getting into the mindset huh?” Ollie chuckled.

Nick looked over and nodded as he swallowed. “Oh. Uhhh yup.” He responded hastily. “I wasn’t much of a spaghetti fan before… but I see why he loves this stuff so much now.” He added before piling another forkful of it in his mouth.

Ollie slipped off his coat and put his things down by the door. He couldn’t help but notice how calm his brother seemed. Even now. He wondered if maybe Justin was in denial over this whole thing. Or maybe he was so overwhelmed by guilt that he’d just shut down emotionally. But the more he examined the man before him, the more he just seemed… content?

“So.” He began cautiously. “Did you manage to find anything?”

Nick looked at him somewhat confused. “Huh?”

“Did you find anything in the book? You know, reversal spells? Anything that could help us get you out of dad’s body when the time comes?” Ollie elaborated.

“Oh… nope. I checked through that whole thing. Couldn’t find anything that’ll reverse this.” Nick lied through his teeth. He knew damn well all he’d done today was try on his entire wardrobe of new clothes while talking to himself as he practised his impressions of the original Nick in front of the mirror. Some of which he’d recorded. Even playing with his cock some more almost any time it started to chub up.

“Really? You don’t seem very worried?” Ollie questioned curiously. “You sure you’re… okay?”

Nick shrugged. “Honestly? I'm more okay than I’ve ever been.” He admitted. “At first I thought staying like this would’ve been crazy but the more I’ve thought about it, the more I’ve realised that maybe it’s the best thing.” He ate another mouthful of carbonara before continuing. “Look. The whole reason we did all this was so that I could boost dad’s career. Do some fun and trendy dances in his body and post them online. Hopefully get a response and gain him some followers. Then show him how well the plan was working after I leave his body in hopes that he might keep doing it on his own. But let’s be honest Ollie. Do you really think he would keep doing it? If anything he’d probably say we made him look stupid and delete the videos.”

“But surely more magic could take care of that right? We could make him think it was all his idea and forget you were ever in control. I thought that was the plan??” Ollie argued.

Nick shovelled down another forkful of carbonara. “This way is more reliable.” He answered flatly.

Ollie couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You can’t be serious. I mean do you even hear yourself right now? I mean… you’re in our dad’s body! And you’re talking like you don’t wanna leave!? That’s like… really fucking weird!”

“Maybe it is.” Nick said as he scraped around his bowl. “But I can't help feeling comfortable. It’s like my soul just fits better inside this body. Like this is where I’m meant to be, you know?”

“Oh come on Justin. Even you hav-” Ollie was cut off before he could finish.

“Don’t call me that. I’m dad to you” Nick corrected in an eerily authoritative tone. “And Nick to everyone else. Alright?” His tone sounded so fatherly.

Now Ollie was officially creeped out. Was his brother serious? Was he really okay with straight up just becoming their dad? Surely he wasn’t that serious about their plan right? Did he really not care if he never went back?!?! He wanted to argue back and tell Justin how insane he sounded right now but he was too intimidated to stand against him. Just like he’d always been with their real father on the rare occasions he got serious.

Alright… Dad.” Ollie continued hesitantly. “So what do you wanna do?”

Nick beamed at hearing himself be called dad. It just felt so right! “Exactly what we planned to do.” He got up from the table with his empty bowl before taking it over to the sink and starting to wash it. “I take over the life of my former father. Go to his job, get used to being a weatherman, mingle with his friends and colleagues. All that jazz. After that, start filming videos for TikTok and Instagram. Maybe a few at home to start with just to test the waters and then I’ll see if I can get away with filming some dances at the studio. I know the people who he works with are fairly laid back so I might even get away with doing some dancing on TV.” He placed the bowl down on the drying rack once he was satisfied it was clean enough. “Now that’d be pretty cool huh? Seeing your old man bust some sick moves on live on air!” Nick laughed and joked in a very dad-like way.

Ollie was speechless.

“Don’t worry son. Everything's gonna be fine. I’ll take care of us. Just wait and see.” Nick reassured Ollie as he placed a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Come here kiddo.” He wrapped his arms around Ollie in a tight fatherly embrace.

Ollie wasn’t sure how to react. He knew it wasn’t really his dad hugging him and just the embrace still felt just as genuine and comforting. More so even as the smell of his father’s cologne mixed with his natural scent soon permeated Ollie’s senses in a way it never had before. He didn’t know what it was but before he could figure it out, his arms began to move independently. He wrapped them around the man that now claimed to be his father, returning the hug passionately before burying his face into Nick’s shirt. All the while he became acutely aware of every part of his father’s body that was touching his own. Most notably the way his crotch rubbed gently against his dad’s notable bulge.

Why didn’t he pull away? Why didn’t he tell his former older brother to stop acting so gleeful about stealing their father’s body. Why… was he enjoying this? His mind was in complete and utter turmoil over it. Over everything! And yet all of his thoughts suddenly fell silent when he felt his father kiss the top of his head and tell him what a good boy he is before pulling Ollie into an even more intimate hug.

“You and I are gonna have so much fun together son. Just let daddy take care of you and everything will be fine.” Nick whispered gently with an underlying twinge of lust. And Ollie gave in. Just like that. Giving into his new father’s words and his embrace and accepting it. They were going to have so much fun.

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~~ The Present ~~

Nick chuckled to himself as he scrolled his phone. He’d not long since finished presenting the weather and like usual he did one of the trending dances that his followers had suggested he do on air. He posted the clip to his socials and watched as the likes and comments flooded in. You had the standard fire and heart emoji popping up along with comments saying how funny he was. Others praise him for learning all the newest trends in such a short time. Not to mention there were always a few newcomers who were shocked to see a guy performing such killer moves in a full suit and tie. He’d come to expect all the love and admiration by now. Not to mention the constant flood of thirst comments. Those always put a smile on his face.

He still couldn’t believe how much his social media presence had grown over the last two years since taking this body. It began with him just posting a few videos on TikTok and Instagram at home or somewhere in the studio as planned. Just performing a few fun dances to see if he could garner any kind of attention online. To see if the plan him and his son had come up with would actually work. And somehow it did. Better than he ever could have hoped.

After just a month or so his videos started to gain some serious traction thanks to a particular video going somewhat viral. Getting over 600k views and around 150k likes in just a few days. His followers skyrocketed after that and any new videos Nick posted afterwards gained way more attention. After that his follower counts on all platforms began a steady incline that only hastened as more and more of his videos went viral. It wasn’t long before the news station Nick worked for began to pick up on his growing popularity online and they gave him the green light to perform a little while presenting the weather.

Before long Nick was celebrating hitting 1 million TikTok followers! Then 2 million! Then 3 million!?! Each time he passed a new milestone, he couldn’t believe it. This plan had been goldmine all along. People loved him! So much so that even the more casual videos he posted without dancing still hit insanely high numbers. But he never strayed far from his roots. Always posting fun, silly and sometimes slightly provocative dance videos to this day that he knew his fanbase would eat up.

He thought back to how it had all started. Those first couple of days where he’d been fumbling through his new life. Back before he’d unlocked all of his new memories. The key had been putting himself in situations that his former father was familiar with. Upon doing so he’d get a rush of new memories that were relevant to that very situation. For example, going to work for the first time helped to drip feed all the memories he needed to be a competent weatherman. Seeing his father’s friends had helped unearth memories about his relationships with them and others. It was just a rinse and repeat method of throwing himself into the deep end and hoping the memories would come to him before things got awkward.

Until one day, his entire brain lit up. His soul had finally absorbed enough of the original Nick’s essence that it consumed his mind entirely. Immediately afterwards a tidal wave containing everything the original Nick ever was crashed into him. Every remaining memory. All his wants, needs and desires. Everything. He didn’t understand exactly what had happened at that moment. All he knew was that he felt cemented to this body now more than ever. Like he’d finally become Nick in both body and soul.

This became apparent when he found himself no longer having to act in order to convince people that he was Nick from that point forward. All he had to do was be himself. It was just who he was. And that couldn’t have been more apparent than the moment he started trying to tell Ollie how cool Meteorology was. It was baffling to think he used to believe it was all boring. But now with this new and mature mind, he could truly appreciate how interesting Meteorology was. Ollie still didn’t share the sentiment however, calling him a nerd whenever he tried to explain it.

And now here he was today. Closing in on 10 million TikTok followers. Over 2 and a half million Instagram followers. And thousands more across his other smaller platforms. ‘The Dancing Weatherman’. That's who he was known as now by many. His content was doing so well that he was earning a sizable amount of money from it too. Not to mention he’d recently starred in a few adverts. Hell he’d even been offered a small cameo in an upcoming movie!? That one still felt like a dream.

Nick opened up his camera and took a good long look at himself. He’d never get tired of seeing this handsome face reflected back at him. Just as sexy as the day he stole it. All thanks to another ritual he and Ollie performed to freeze his body clock and halt the aging process. It was temporary of course, he wasn’t immortal or anything crazy like that. It would only last for around 30 years. Mainly to make up for all the time he would’ve lost jumping from being a 22 years old to being a 41 year old man. And then a little extra to make sure he really has time to enjoy this new life. That second ritual even had a convenient perception filter built in so nobody would notice his lack of aging in the years to come. Yeah… he had more than enough time to enjoy this gorgeous body and all the assets that came with it.

Speaking of assets, to this day he still hadn’t gotten over how incredible his dad dick and bull balls felt. Just having them between his legs day to day filled him with a strange level of confidence and power. The balls that once created him now pumping his body with testosterone and making him want to fuck almost every man he sees. Hell he’d already plowed his cock into a good third of the staff here. That was something he’d never get tired of. Stuffing someone full of dick while they screamed his name. It was addictive. But he was trying to be careful too. He didn’t want to start any scandals after all. Not after amassing such a big following already.

Nick swapped over to his Instagram and checked the comments again, seeing all the thirst comments dotted throughout. With a grin he couldn’t help setting up his phone to take another video to post later. He hit record and took a few steps back before immediately getting into a groove. As he swayed his hips and moved his feet in rhythm, he couldn’t help but be reminded of how he’d struggled to dance properly in a full suit when he’d first taken this body. But now it felt so easy and natural he had no idea why he even struggled before.

As soon as he was done he stopped the recording and watched the video back with a small laugh. Looking incredible as always he thought. He couldn’t help sending it to Ollie first before thinking about posting it anywhere. He knew Ollie always loved seeing these videos early. He did get boyfriend privileges after all…

So freezing Nick’s body clock might not have been the only thing they used the spell book for after the whole possession thing. With the lingering sexual tension it wasn’t long before Nick and Ollie found themselves falling into bed together and Ollie having his hole drilled by his own father’s cock. As fucked up as it was, they actually found themselves wanting to be together. But of course they couldn’t truly risk something like that. A father and son dating? They’d be crucified. So the only option was for them to perform one final ritual. One that made it so Ollie was no longer his son. To alter the memories of everyone that knew by bending reality itself. Once completed, as far anyone else was concerned, Nick never had any children and Ollie was just his cute boy toy instead. Any documentation of them ever being related vanished into thin air.

Ever since the two had fucked almost every night. Loving the naughty little secret only they held. Ollie still called Nick ‘Dad’ or ‘Daddy’ whenever they were alone just to drive them both even crazier with lust. Although that did open up a conversation on Ollie’s 21st birthday about how Ollie would one day be older than Nick due to his frozen body clock. Ollie would probably be in his late forties or early fifties by the time Nick starts aging again. Neither of them seemed to mind though. If anything Ollie was excited. It only meant that one day he’d get to play the role of daddy instead…

The pair had a long life ahead of them. And they just couldn’t wait to fuck their way through it while Nick continued rising towards stardom. Every second was going to be incredible.

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And there you have it. The epic conclusion. Looking back at this story has been such a massive pleasure. Reconstructing it, adding new content, creating new GIFs. It’s all been so much fun! I’ve gotta say thanks to @verus-animus once again for his contributions to this update. I hope that all you wonderful readers out there have enjoyed experiencing or re-experiencing this incredibly hot tale with me. I’m extremely grateful to all of you’ve who’ve stuck beside me during this last year. I can’t wait to move forwards with this blog and see what comes next! - Wavell ❤️

 This story is a prequel and a sequel of Goodnight Son by the OG, Vchris1989

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“I made up my mind and sent my essence surging towards his sleeping body like a lighting bolt.”… “ “No! Please!  Get outta there!” He practically screamed.”… “ “My name is Justin, and I love having my Dad inside of me.”…

My thrill of stealing my son’s 18 sexy body was so much, I had to jerk off while driving. At first, I was managing to do both pretty well, but soon it was all beating the meat and no looking at the road. As I shot a stream of jizz on my ripped abs, I realized that I had just crashed in the middle of the desert. Stepping out of the car, I let the sun shine on my athletic frame.

“Well Justin, you got your old man in a bad situation, naughty boy.” I taunted my son.

The old Justin would have probably panicked and screamed for help, but I just decided to wait for rescue and sunbathed on the roof of my car. As sweat dripped on my muscles, I ran my soft fingers on my pecs and moaned.

“Jesus, I could spend the rest of my life touching you, son. Such a great gift that your body is…”

“Hey mate, need a helping hand ?” Shouted a stranger.

I hopped from the car, landing with ease thanks to my toned feline legs, and looked at the handsome guy in front of me.

“What kind of help ?” I snarked, groping my crotch.

The man was shocked at first but then laughed. Heat up, I walked closer to him and nibbled his left ear, making him moaned. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the hair and kissed me, slapping his lips against mine. Soon, we were both naked and my ass was wide open on his rod. Even though, I used my son jock body to fuck him, pushing my hole back and forth on his dick. 

“Dude! YOU’RE FUCKING ME SO HARD!” He moaned with pleasure.

After a while, my ass was filled with his manjuice and we were both laying in my back seat, wanting to stay here forever.

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I woke up in my bed, covered in sweat.

“It’s okay babe, just go back to sleep.” Said my current boyfriend.

Even if he thought that it was a nightmare, I knew the truth, it was my son trying to take back the control from his-no, MY body. The talisman that I bought on the dark web kept him dormant, but he could still come back. However, I knew one thing that made him silent, fucking the hell out of men.

“I don’t think that I want to sleep yet, fuckboy.” I whispered to my boyfriend.

The twink just giggled as I slid my large cock inside of him.

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Man, I’ve got to tell you, sex and working out has been giving more power over his gorgeous body. I haven’t had nightmares about him in months. Plus, now I have more beef on the arms. Now, all that I want to do is laying on my bed with this hunky body of mine while the scent of my cum and sweaty armpits fill the room.

“PARKER!” Shouted my roommate, bursting the door wide open. “You fucked my girlfriend ?!”

In spite of my toned frame, my roommate was the quarterback of the Football team, so he easilly lifted me by the neck. From bad to worse, my son was back again, fighting for the body that belonged to me.

“UNNG! GET OUT MY BODY!” My son screamed through me.

All of a sudden, my essence flew from my body and went into the first body it could find, the quarterback. As my son opened his eyes, he felt his much more stronger body.

“Your welcome for the workout.” I said seductively as he looked at me.

“Dad! Please, you can keep him, I won’t tell anyone.” My son begged.

“Hmm, Justin, Brad is fun for a spin.” I purred as I felt my flexed biceps. “But I’d rather keep you for the ride.”

My son was about to run but I pushed him on the bed with my stronger body and spread his legs.

“Please dad! Don’t do this!”

“Quiet, just enjoy your last moment of control.” I mocked wih Brad’s barritone.

As I started to fuck Justin’s boypussy, I opened my mouth and let my essence go back home. Justin tried to close his mouth, but I was thrusting in him so hard that he had to breathe. My son’s scream were muffled as I took back what I owned. Admiring my body, Brad was progressively realizing with shock what he was doing.

“Th-the fuck ?” 

“Shut up, and let’s go back to what we were doing, big boy.” I ordered.

Brad did not have the time to answer that I pushed my ass on his rod, making him groan. His dick swelled as I tightenned my hole. Finally, he roared as he rocketted cums all over me.

“Man…” Brad moaned, laying next to me. “You’re good, but you need to shape up.” He said as he caressed my lean abs.

Not my friend flirting with me using the flight attendant's fit hunky body. Fuck, this is such a great way to start the summer break. When everyone fall asleep later, I'll make sure to join the fun with those two, gosh, the way they flirted with me and the way their bodies hugged by their uniform. They must be hella fit and they literally can take earlier dip at each other, so unfair!

I got my first ginger. Looking at myself in his body; I can’t see why I haven’t picked one up sooner.

He was training in a boxing gym. He preferred late nights so we could have the gym to himself. That just meant I wouldn’t have any interruptions. I waited in the locker room for him to finish his workout. I got them in the dressing room just as he unclothed to shower. I watch as he crumples to the floor. So ends the man, as I enter his skin.

I smell is still warm, shorts and jockstrap. I inhale his musk, and it intoxicates me. I’m so happy to call it my own.

I think I’m starting a love affair with Turkish men. This one had a beautiful beard and the perfect amount of body hair. I saw him on a ferry across the Bosporus. He went to the restroom for a moment. By the time he was done, I had taken his seat and his body.

Nikolay was a muscular and tall man; he was doing his night jogging when he passed by a gay couple; they looked like tourists.

He noticed the two men ogling him, but he was used to guys ogling his muscles, so he didn't pay much attention and just continued jogging.

"Freeze." Nikolay heard one of the men say behind him. For some reason, he did, and for some weirder reason, his vision got blurred and his mind became foggy.

He felt like his brain was hit by a strong blow leaving him disoriented.

"I have to wear this hunk! Take a photo of us babe." Nikolay heard one of them say, he then saw the short, bald guy approach him and cup his sweaty biceps, "His arms are massive, babe. Flex for us, you dumb hunk." The guy ordered, and Nikolay did. While he stood there flexing, Nikolay couldn't form a single straight thought, but he still could feel something was wrong. He felt the bald man's hands grabbing his thick biceps while the other man was taking pictures of them.

"Done," The man with the camera said.

The bald man then turned to look at Nikolay and smirked at him, "You're so hot, thank you for building such a hot body," He said, putting a hand inside Nikolay's pants and cupping his cock and balls, "Soon everything will be mine, say it, you dumb hunk."

"Soon everything will be yours, I'm a dumb hunk." Nikolay said, his voice deep and robotic.

"Where are you going to put him babe? Do you want to bring him to our hotel?" The other man asked.

"No, I can't wait that much, I need to wear him right now."

"There's an alley right here, you could do it there. I will stay here watching the entrance."

"Thank you babe." The bald man then turned to Nikolay, who was still double flexing, motionless like a mannequin. "Follow me to the alley, these biceps are gonna be mine."

"Follow you to the alley... these biceps are gonna be yours," Nikolay repeated mindlessly, following the strange man to the dark alley.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, the man's boyfriend scrolled through the photos he'd just taken of his boyfriend with the muscular stranger. Two years had passed since they first found each other, and every moment had been an exploration, an adventure. This trip to Russia was no different—a celebration of their anniversary and their shared desire to wear men. His boyfriend had always been drawn to the rugged allure of Russian men, and tonight was the fulfillment of that long-held fantasy.

He was used to his boyfriend wanting to wear every hot man they came across, and he loved him for it. He could hear grunts and moans coming from the alley—the grunts belonging to the muscular man, and the moans to his boyfriend

He couldn't help but smile. This was their way to love each other; there was no other way for two body stealers to show love.

He smiled when he saw the hot hunk walk out of the alley with a sexy grin. "So? How do I look?" The man asked, giving him a double flex.

People that called Islam as their religion said by the time Ramadhan starts, the supernaturals no longer can roam free for 30 days as they are chained to their resting place until the end of that holy month. Well, as a newly-deceased person who died in a predominantly Muslim country after a crazy drunk-fueled night collision, I took the liberty to rest for the time being inside Ahmed here, and boy he's one funny guy

"Haaahh... oh man..." I groaned out as I stretched in this body I had been borrowing for the past few days. Didn't even know this guy's name, I just saw him at my local gay bar and quickly slithered inside him when he went into the restroom for a piss.

"Wha-AAAAHHH! Fuck!" he had screamed as my slimy, orange body slithered inside his dick. He had clutched the wall for support, body convulsing as he surrendered control to me. During the last few seconds of the possession, I could've sworn he was even moaning in pleasure from the sensation. What a perv...! Though, I could say the same for myself.

From there, the days passed by in a blur. I ended up using most of his paid time-off to just relax, masturbate, and play around with this thick, hairy body during this vacation I had stolen from him.

"What day is it even...?" I asked myself as I reached out for my host's phone. Even after several days, I still get a wild kick from just needing the facial recognition to unlock it. It felt as though I had truly dominated this pudgy fella.

My glee quickly turned to gloom as I saw the date. June 1st.

June.

The 1st.

Pride Month.

"The parades are gonna start soon!" I shouted. I shot up from the bed and quickly made my way to the door, completely forgetting that I was just wearing a pair of sexy yet revealing underwear.

Several of the neighbors walking down the halls of my host's apartment complex weren't pleased to see my half-naked body. Don't they know it's Pride? It's the one time of year we can all get together and appreciate the male form.

Well, I didn't feel like getting this adorable dude arrested, so I went back to get changed and actually grab his wallet and house keys.

I had plan to make up for lost time, and that involved getting to the airport.

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When you're like me, the concept of money really ceases to have any value. That's not to say that I've gained any sort of personal enlightenment, it's simply that any cash I could want I simply take from a body that has some to spare. I'm not smart enough like other possessors to have any off-shore bank accounts, so I just get by through possessing people who are traveling to where I want to go.

And lucky for me, sitting by the terminal for New York was a hunk with restless leg syndrome just like all my other hosts.

I often had a hard time staying still, which is why I jumped from body to body so frequently, and train-of-thought to train-of-thought as well!

Ah, damn! While I was thinking fondly, he had gotten up to go to the restroom. There was my chance. I got up to my feet and followed him in, making sure to keep a fair amount of paces between us. Luckily, the bathroom was empty besides the two of us. Helped that so many flights around this wing of the airport had already departed.

While he went to one of the urinals, I slipped inside a stall and began to gather myself up in this host. I'd miss this fat cutie, but I needed to get to New York to enjoy all the pride festivals and the cuties that would be flying in.

But to give this body one last treat, I whipped out his cock and began to rub it as I began to lose all the various sensations I had come to love while being in this guy. "Nrgh, ah...haaaaah...!" My previous host let out a low, audible groan as my true form shot out of his dick and into the floor. I quickly slithered towards the hunk just as he shook the last drops of piss from his cock.

"The fuck?" It must've been providence, as his attention was briefly drawn to my old host's groans. With his distracted, I quickly slithered up his leg and shot myself into his dock. "Wha--AH. Fuck, fuck, ahhh!" Unlike my previous host, this one was a fighter. Leaning against the wall for support, he pulled on the last bits of my slimy body entering him, but he couldn't get a good enough grip. "N-No, g-get outta me...!" he whispered, eyes shut as both pain and pleasure washed over him. He gripped his head, teeth gritted as he lost all sensation.

Then, I relaxed my new face and took a look at my new form. "Niiice," I said as I flexed my new arms. However, I quickly slipped my dick back into my underwear and washed my hands. I couldn't risk missing my ride for some exploration. Besides, there'd be plenty of time for that once I got onto the plane.

My boyfriend has this ability that I've grown to enjoy. He can swap bodies with anyone he wants, which is cool and all, but sometimes he hops in the most random bodies.

Today, I was at the doctor's office for a routine physical, and I have to admit, the doctor is pretty hot. He's got this distinguished gray hair, a nice beard, and a fit body. I mean, I wasn't there to check him out, but a guy notices these things, right?

As the physical continued, I observed my doctor’s demeanor shift . His expression changed from professional to puzzled. His body convulsed, arms flexing outward as he leaned back in his chair. A low moan escaped his lips, confirming my suspicion. The doctor’s body finally relaxed, his head dipping briefly before snapping back up, now with a wide grin. My boyfriend had taken control, and the appointment had just gotten a lot more intriguing.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked with a smirk, his voice still carrying the doctor’s authoritative tone. I felt a surge of anticipation as he stepped closer. “I always wondered what you thought about your doctor. I mean, you told me he was good looking, but not really my type. But that's why you're here, right? To see what it's like to be with a hot, older doctor?”

Before I could answer, he stood up and walked towards me. I could see the outline of his large cock in his pants. He walked up to me and slapped on a glove.

"Now, I'm going to have to stick this finger up your asshole. It's a routine part of the exam, and it's for your own health." he replied, mimicking the doctor's mannerisms perfectly. "But you'll have to lean over the exam table while I do it."

I couldn't say no. I leaned over the table, and felt his gloved finger slowly slide into my ass. He worked it in and out slowly, as I could feel the pleasure build up inside me. I had to admit, I was enjoying it.

"Everything seems to be healthy" he continued, pretending to examine but I knew what he was after. "But I am going to have to take some more tests, just to be sure."

He pulled his finger out of me, and then walked around to the front of the table. I looked up at him, and could see his cock was now fully hard in his pants.

"I think you're going to need a home visit… to ensure that everything is okay," he said, his voice commanding. "And I'm going to need to examine you again."

(written by vchris1989 with a twist by me)

“Everything alright, boys?  Heard some commotion,” Mr. Grant asked with concern as he peeked his head into his youngest son, Ian’s, room.  Brown haired 19 year old bodybuilder Ian was in bed finishing up some college homework and it looked like his curly haired 22 year old bodybuilding brother, Warren, was lounging on a beanbag shirtless and playing video games after a long weightlifting session at the gym.

“Yeah, Dad.  Everything’s cool.  Just finishing up some work,” Ian assured him.

“And I’m hanging around in case he has any questions,” Warren added.

“But I thought I heard a noise.  Sounded like someone fell or was in pain,” Mr. Grant said with concern.

“Oh that.  Just got my ass kicked in Halo 5.  Walked right into a head shot.  Guess I was a little loud,” Warren explained, putting his father’s worries at rest.

“Okay sounds good you two.  Ian, try not to study too hard.  Your older brother could teach you a thing or two about having a good time.  By the way, boys, how’s your workouts?,” Mr. Grant asked.

“It’s going great! Been leaning down and I put Ian on some new supplements. Also met two creepy old dudes too. They say they feel like new men after meeting us,” Warren said nonchalantly.

“Well, that’s great to hear! G’night boys,” Mr Grant said, beaming inside from the pride he had in his boys.

“Goodnight, Dad!” the two sons echoed back as he closed the door and went back to his room downstairs.

When the coast was clear the two brothers made brief eye contact before Warren hopped on the bed, immediately pulling his little brother into a passionate kiss and embrace.

“You heard the old man.  I could teach you a thing or two about having a good time,” Warren said with a cute grin.

“That was fucking close, man,” Ian said as his older brother began kissing his way down his neck.

“Like how I threw in ‘brand new men’? Glad we chanted our spell when these boys arrived.” Warren said while licking his brother’s neck.

“I mean talk about perfect timi- ohhhhh shit man!” Ian gasped out as his older brother stuck his head up his shirt and began ravenously licking and sucking on his nipple grabbing the massive pecs.  Ian pulled his shirt up to give his big bro better access.

“Careful ‘Baby Bro.’  I don’t think the old man’s gonna believe the Halo excuse if he hears your moans echoing through the house.  Especially not if he walks in on you pounding my ass full of cum,” Warren said with a smirk.

“I’ll try my best to keep it down, but no guarantees,” Ian replied, biting his lip in a cute and somewhat nervous way.

“Something tells me we’ll be alright, little man,” Warren reassured his little brother as they both stripped their shirts off, followed by every other shred of clothing.

 “You’re right. The old man isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed,” he said, making them both chuckle before Warren laid down on his little brother, bringing their muscular and buff bodies together as they began ravenously making out and grinding against each other.

Both brothers began breathing harder as they picked up the intensity and starting grinding their engorged cocks together.

“Wow look at that.  Guess I shouldn’t call you Little man,  That cock’s almost as big as mine!” Warren said in admiration before crawling back and grabbing his little brother’s fuckstick in one of his hands.  “Looks fucking delicious,” he joked before leaning in and gently licking Ian’s cockhead.

“Mmmmmmm ... oh fuck!” Ian groaned lightly as his big bro licked his cock head again, and again until finally he took the whole thing in his mouth and began swirling his tongue around the younger boy’s cockhead like a car doing laps at Nascar.

Ian kicked his legs out, toes curled from the sensation as his lean core tightened and he bit his lip to keep from hollering out.

Warren let his little brother’s cock out of his mouth when he tasted a drop of precum hit his tongue.

It wasn’t long before Ian had eaten out his big brother’s tight, virgin hole before slowly working his cock in, marveling at the almost supernatural tightness.  They started slow and tender at first, but a solid half hour later Ian was power thrusting into Warren.  His big brother was on his back with his thighs spread wide and his legs wrapped tight around his ass, pulling him closer with each thrust.  Warren was biting down on a sock to help him keep his volume down as he moaned endlessly as his little brother kept fucking him full of long, thick dick.

Ian felt himself getting close, so he reached down and pulled the sock out of his brother’s mouth.  “You think you can handle this?” he asked.

“Fuck yeah!  Fucking fill my muscular ass.  I can take it!” Warren begged as he squirmed underneath his brother, overwhelmed by the satisfaction of being stuffed so tight and full each time his brother’s cock slid deep into him.

Ian growled gently as he picked up his pace, something that made Warren gasp for breath and go slack-jawed.  Then the moment arrived and there was no turning back.  Ian slammed into his big brother, groaning and squirming as the shots of cum began rocketing deep into Ian.  “Oh fuck yeah fucking take it!” he roared as quietly as possible as he thrust and thrust, over and over again, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into his muscular big brother.  Warren was a good slut–each time he felt a new shot of cum surging into him he got an erotic chill, and he was sincerely caught off guard as he felt an unmistakable tightness building up in his balls.

“Oh shit!  I-I’m gonna cum!” Warren gasped out as his back arched and he began trembling.

“Yeah you love Baby Bro’s cock, dontchya?” Ian said with an exasperated smile as he kept pile-driving his brother, a sweaty mess of testosterone as he honed in on Warren’s prostate, finding the spot that made the boy yelp like a bitch in heat.  

He kept thrusting into that spot over and over, long after he had finished launching his own loads of cum.  Ian was on a mission to make his big brother cum from nothing more than his love of getting stuffed full of dick.  Ian finally got his way as his older brother clenched every muscle in his body. Warren’s reaction was to reach for his cock, but Ian grabbed both of his arms and pinned them down, still thrusting into that powerful man-cunt with primal power.  He was delighted as he watched his big brother squirm and desperately fight back against his bound arms, but only because he knew how much better this would be for Ian.

“It’s gonna be so much hotter this way!  I promise!” Ian insisted right before he saw Warren’s pupils dilate.

Warren arched his back one last time as he opened his mouth to shout, but no sound came out.  The collegiate bodybuilder thrashed around wildly as his brother kept stuffing him full of cock while his own untouched cock began launching his cum in every direction as he squirmed in place.  Warren’s thrashing body meant his cum launched not just all over his body and his older brother’s toned body, but all over his bed sheets, left and right.  His juices sunk in, embedding in the fabric and giving the room the odor of raging sex.

 Ian finally stopped thrusting into Warren as the man’s cock stopped twitching, finally giving them both a chance to calm down.  Ian collapsed forward onto his older brother, splashing the pools of cum that were all over their bodies.  He was still inside his big brother, but his cock was quickly returning to its relaxed size.  Still, he left it buried as a sign of subservience to Warren and because he knew it made Warren more comfortable.

The brothers kissed tenderly as they rubbed their bodies together until Ian finally pulled out, laying next to his big brother (something which got his back wet with cum.)

“You sure made a mess,” Ian teased.

“Shit I know right?  Had no idea this stud had it in him,” Warren said with amazement as he oddly pointed himself out in the third person.

“Holy fuck he looks so good on you.  Yeah, you make such a good slutty older brother,” Ian said with a chuckle.

“Are you kidding me?  Knowing it’s you in that muscular build got me so fucking hot and hard.  You know I make a fucking amazing power bottom big brother,” Warren replied.

“I think we could stay in here.  I’m pretty sure we could blend in.  I’ll be Warren and you can be Ian.  We can have sizzling hot brother sex every night.  We can make these hot men do whatever we want,” Warren said with a grin.

“I do think we could fool everyone.  I mean when we were possessing these studs, shit I thought we were so gonna get caught with all the noise and yells they were making.  But our new Dad believed you were just yelling after getting your ass kicked in Halo?  Glad we got them under control in time so he didn’t walk in on them convulsing trying to push us out. Fuck it, let’s keep these bodies!  Let’s stay in these bodies forever!” the elderly man inhabiting Ian said.

“Fuck yeah you make such a sexy big bro,” the elderly man inhabiting Warren said.

 “Kiss on it?”

The brothers moaned as they wrestled tongues clear past midnight, now merely the vessels of two middle aged men who planned to exploit and use these sexy, muscular and youthful bodies for a lifetime of sweaty and sizzling hot fucking.