Stars Fly High

It had started out a typical day for a trio of friends: Ed, Gabriel, and Niles. The three were college-aged students that enjoyed high-jacking and using the bodies of the various students in their dorm room for debauchery. Most days, they would either jack off by themselves or indulge in a little three-way action. Today, as it tended to be, was a case of the latter, as the trio found themselves in the bodies of the swimming team hunks that lived in the same apartment complex.

“Nrgh…! Fuck, this body feels too good!” cried out Ed as he was pounding his dear friend Niles in the ass while Gabe was eating him out. He flexed his arms, amazed at the amount of muscle he had packed on just by being inside of this guy’s body. He was a foreign exchange student from Spain or something, Ed had no idea who he was but he knew just how hard he wanted this body. “C’mon, give it to me, give it to me!”

But suddenly the sensation of having this cherry popped suddenly stopped. “Hey, c’mon, what the fuck?!” he cried out, turning over to see what was the problem.

Gabe held up the smartwatch his host was wearing. “We’re running out of time,” he said, pointing out they only had two minutes to leave before… something happened? Honestly, Ed wasn’t paying much attention, and with Niles’ warm and tight stolen ass engulfing his penis in anal nirvana it was even harder to recall Gabe’s advice.

“It’s not safe being inside of these bodies for too long!” warned Gabe. “Shit, I-I’m getting out of here. See y’all later!” His host began to convulse as a spectral light appeared in his core and traveled up his chest and out his mouth. His former host’s hard cock spewed his load all over Ed’s borrowed ass before collapsing on the floor.

Ed rolled his eyes. “C’mon Niles, you really wanna leave right now?” he said while thrusting deep inside Niles’ borrowed holes.

“Hrmf…! Mmmff…!” was all Niles was able to say, clutching the sheets with his knuckles as he locked his legs around Ed’s borrowed waist.

“Hell yeah! Knew you’d seen things my way.” Ed went wild of pounding Niles, grabbing his waist as he thrust in and out like Niles was his own personal fucktoy. “Yeah, yeah…! Fuck, it feels so good! Damn!” He smacked Niles’ stolen thighs a few times, eliciting a delighted moan from him with each meaty slap as the flesh jiggled from the fucking.

“Haargh…! I-I’m cumming! Take my load, whore!” Ed shrieked, collapsing on top of Niles’ body and gripping him hard as he came hard all over Niles’ inside. From beneath him, Niles was writhing and screaming out in pleasure as he came and splattered cum all over their chests.

Even as his stolen cock was softening, Ed couldn’t help but keep humping Niles a bit longer—enjoying the sensation of Niles’ cum spread throughout their chests.

But of course, all good things came to an end. The two convulsed and shivered as their souls exited their spent hosts.

Ed let out a sigh of relief. He grinned, shivering as he felt the aftermath of jacking off and cumming in another’s body. It had been so intense that, wait… ohhh…

—F-Fuck yeah!— he bellowed out, his own cock making a mess on his sheets before he realized something was wrong. —The hell is this? Oh… oh shit, I gotta go talk to Gabe!— he said, nearly yanking the hair off his scalp. Internally, Ed was fuming. He couldn’t even enjoy the sensation of cumming his insides out, and it was all likely Gabe’s fault, too. Little asshole. He should’ve warned Ed this might happen!

Gabriel pushed up his glasses as he took in all of Ed’s story in-between the ranting and ramblings. “I see,” he said, his own punctuation perfectly unchanged. “Well, I imagine these are the marks your host uses. Since you stayed in his body beyond the time limit I warned you about, this particular trait of his found itself in you, now.” Despite the graveness of his words, Gabe was still smirking as spoke. “This is what I meant when I warned you that we couldn’t stay inside other bodies for so long. Now you see what you get when you ignore punctuality.”

—¡Fuck you, man!— Ed cried out. —¿What am I supposed to do now? ¿Am I supposed to live the rest of my life without any quotation marks?— Ed grimaced as he felt those upside down question marks appear in his words. —It looks really stupid seeing English with these marks at the end of my words. Feels like I’m being interrupted all the time, and it just looks all awkward, y’know.—

Gabe bristled at that. “Y’know, whenever they localize stories for a foreign market, the punctuation is changed for the new audience. You act like this is something new, — he said.

—Watch out there, you’re mixing them up. You’re gonna end up confusing the reader, —warned Ed.

“You’ve got far too little faith. I always believe in the ingenuity of our readers, I said.”

—Now you’re just misplacing them.—

“And for the NSFW version of this post, please check this link.”

—¡I’m not clicking that! I’ll probably get a nasty virus or something weird in my computer.—

“M y c o c k i n B i o.”

—I’m definitely not clicking on that. So, ¿how long until this is out of my system?—

“Ah, well, uhm… hmm…I can tell you this: I can’t really say; afraid I’m kinda stumped with that one.”

Ed narrowed his eyes. He really did not enjoy just how many different punctuation marks Gabe was throwing at him. It almost felt like he was being mocked. —¿Have you never seen this before? ¿Am I going to be screwed for the rest of my life? ¿Will it really run out?—

“It should, it should!” Gabriel insisted. “Listen, if it doesn’t then I’ll be sure to fix it myself someway, somehow. For now, I would say just keep calm and try not to aggravate yourself too much. You just might make it worse, and I don’t want to have to deal with that nonsense.”

Ah, so Gabriel had a serious side to him. It was rare, but a pleasant sight nonetheless. Though Ed lacked sophistication, he could at least appreciate the sincerity he was putting on, even if it sounded like total bullshit.

“Oh? Hey, I think Niles is back,” said Gabriel. As if on queue, a loud and almost irritating moan filled the whole apartment. Niles always did have a pair of lungs on him. “Let’s hope his symptoms are a lot less severe than your own.”

Niles stepped outside of the room clad in just a pair of briefs. He looked between his two friends, beaming the whole time, and began to speak:

"Hey, what’s up guys—oh hold on, what’s going on?!„ And so, another headache occurred between the three friends.

There was something so sexy to Stephen Doyle about watching some kind of strange, unassuming creature exploring its environment while having taken over the body of another human. “Amazing,” said the creature who had, just a few weeks ago, been his college roommate—a young man named Gabriel, a 2nd generation mixed race guy with roots in just about every race, though he usually just referred to himself as Latino.

Stephen didn’t talk to Gabe much; though he did have to admit he was quite the looker, and certainly a bit of a charmer; he just knew vague details about the guy after skimming through Gabriel’s application for the cultural exchange program. Gabe had asked for his help during the process (Stephen was trying to become a lawyer and had plenty of experience scouring through long and dry papers).

What program? Well...

The year was about 2032. Mankind was no longer alone. Though the past few decades had been turbulent with the threat of nuclear annihilation, invasion, broken treaties, and a dinner party that nearly lead to the end of all sentient life on the planet, the world had finally calmed down. For the first time in years, species big and small were able to take each other’s hands and move forward into the future.

Part of that step was the Cultural Exchange Program throughout universities on all corners of the world. Due to his financial situation (and what Stephen assumed was undiagnosed ADHD), Gabriel had chosen to take part in such a program to reap the benefits they offered. And the result was a parasite—no, Stephen shook his head as he tried to eliminate such a word from his vocabulary while describing the Pommeterians. Too much blood had been spilled on both sides, and to not honor that was to allow those sacrifices to go on in vain. The results were a symbiotic race of people that used hosts bodies in order to experience the world and build their societies. While initially hostile in peace treaties, the voluntary hosts from humanity and the willingness to co-exist allowed for peace to come for the two species.

And for people like Stephen, a new way to explore one’s sexuality. “So, c-can he hear what you’re doing and saying?” he asked, eager to learn more. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Gabriel’s body as it looked down at himself, inspecting the various limbs and muscles he now controlled.

The Pommeterian stopped and stared at Stephen. This being the first time in a human body, it was not particularly good at facial expressions yet. That was fine, Stephen found those difficult to master as well. “I… Hmm… perhaps we should share names, first,” he said. “I will be your roommate for the rest of the semester, after all.”

Gabriel’s hands were trembling. What was he going to do? Stephen stealthy grabbed a pillow and placed it on his lap to hide erection. The anticipation was killing him.

Then, Gabriel’s body brought its fingers together and raised it up about halfway—just about his stomach—palm facing down. “My name is Argophlux, of the Shayd Clan. Th-This is a handshake, correct? I’ve seen a few videos and clips about your customs, s-so…” Although his face and voice remained a bit flat, there was no denying the slight blush that crept upon his cheeks, nor how red his ears were turning. "Now I'm starting to realize that those videos may not have been entirely accurate."

Stephen’s cock softened, but his heart began to flutter. “Here. Let me.” With a gentle demeanor like a knight from a fairy tale, Stephen held Gabriel’s hand and carefully guided Argophlux through the proper steps. “Like this,” he said, fingers intertwined as they shook their hands together.

“Ahh…! It’s… it feels so quaint. So good. Feeling our palms connected, it's as if our souls are becoming entangled!" Argophlux exclaimed. Stephen nodded, his cheeks flushed. "You have my thanks, my friend.” The flatness in his voice remained, but Stephen could sense the sincerity from him. “And your name…?”

“Stephen Doyle, but just Stephen is fine. To be honest, I’ve heard so much about your kind, but seeing you now… Yeah, you’re just like us.”

“Like you?”

Stephen nodded. “Yeah, like I don’t really get any of these people, either.” He gestured towards the outside window, where people were hanging around the large lawn near the student union. Summer was stubbornly hanging on, and so most of the student body was enjoying the warm weather and perfectly going through the motions of interactions with not even a hint of difficulty that Stephen usually had. “Honestly, it’s fascinating looking at you. It's like I'm looking... no, never mind," he said, shaking his head.

To call Argophlux a mirror would just be pure arrogance. He didn't know him well enough to make such a comparison. But, seeing how similar they were… it felt as though Stephen could see another spectrum of himself, like when light goes through a prism and allows one to see the entire spectrum of color. Somehow, it felt like Stephen could see something about himself he hadn't quite understood until now.

And not only that… he rose from his chair and crawled on Gabe’s bed. He approached Argophlux, who didn’t withdraw or even seem the slightest bit uncomfortable. Their noses were almost touching. Their chest, rising and falling in an anxious rhythm, were almost in sync. Slowly, Stephen raised and hand and cupped Gabe's cheek.

“Can Gabriel see what you’re doing?” asked Stephen.

Argophlux nodded. “Yes, and he speaks to me. He tells me many things. And one such thing is that he wants you to keep going.” Stephen froze at those words. He stared deep into Gabe’s eyes, and he could’ve sworn the real Gabe stare back with a deep, longing look. A trick of the light, or was Stephen just seeing what he wanted to see?

Argophlux took the lead. He tackled Stephen onto the bed and pinned him down with Gabe’s body. Now the two were panting as they stared at each other, their crotches touching and the heat fully shared between them. “I’ve seen clips of it, once,” said Argophlux, Gabe’s lips quivering as he spoke. “I-I’ve always found humans… so fascinating. I-Interesting. I… I’ve been wanting… to touch you all. To feel these sensations you’ve had the privilege of feeling.” With one hand, he traced Stephen’s lips. “Have you ever kissed anyone before? Can you show me how?”

Stephen nodded. “I’ll show me many things. You and Gabe both.”

Their legs intertwined, and Argophlux lowered Gabe’s body so he was resting on Stephen’s. Their lips touched, and soon their clothes were discarded so they could feel the other’s flesh in their raw, passionate, and unorthodox three-way.

Humanity and the Pommeterians had many things to learn from each other indeed.

I’ve never written anything involving skin suits before and my mind ended up wandering towards the idea of how two different type of possessors thought about their different methods, and thinking about the gross details enamored me on the idea even more.

It’s interesting thinking about mechanics in settings like these. Reminds me of those “wizards vs warlocks” posts when discussing how the mechanical philosophy the two classes have.

Living with someone so similar and yet so different always caused conflicts. It was far too easy to see someone like that and begin projecting one's own flaws onto them—as people tend to do.

Sam and Carrie were a pair much like that. They attended same university, the same clubs, and even shared many of the same classes. Just before moving in together, they were basically best friends and deeply enjoyed each other’s company.

Then the new semester began, as did their struggles trying to live under a single roof.

On a normal Saturday with little exams nearby, Sam awoke and immediately rushed to gather all her bathroom supplies. Luckily, Carrie had been out late with her boyfriend, (Sam had to wear earplugs as the walls weren’t thick enough. They never were…) so Sam could have full monopoly on the bathroom for most of the morning.

Sam stepped into the bathroom, set down her supplies, and pulled the curtain back.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHH!” Then, after a few moments… “CARRIEEEEEEEE!”

Carrie was having a good morning sleeping in only for her roommate, Sam, to burst into her room, shaking with indignation. Carrie shot up and began rubbing her eyes awake with the palms of her hands. “Urgh… what? It’s like 5 AM right now, whore.”

“It’s 8, actually,” said Sam before revealing what she was holding behind her back. “Look!” she said. It was the skin of Carrie’s boyfriend gripped between two fingers. The hollow skin wobbled before Sam tossed it onto the foot of Carrie’s bed. “How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t give a shit what you do with your boyfriend, but do not leave his skin in the shower. I nearly had a heart attack…!”

Carrie rolled her eyes as she grabbed the skin and began putting it on. “Seriously?! In front of me?” hissed Sam, but Carried ignored her.

Slipping on Kyle was always nice. He was a dumb college jock with delusions of playing in the NFL or whatever in the future. Carrie didn’t really pay too much attention to whatever numbers of stats he was talking about, but she liked seeing the dumb look on his face and loved the feeling of wearing his muscular body to cruise around. For whatever reason, Kyle’s hole never lost its tightness. Getting some nice cock back there felt a thousand times better than having sex with Kyle for half a minute before he finished and started snoring.

“Whatever, brah,” said Carrie as she finished putting the suit on and her voice immediately deepened. God, how much she enjoyed even just abusing Kyle’s dumb, slow voice to make Sam seethe like she was right now. Perhaps that vein on her forehead would finally pop. “Like you don’t do weird shit with your boyfriend,” he said, resting her head on Kyle’s hands, armpits exposed.

“Low blow,” snarled Sam, deliberately avoiding Carrie’s… well, now Kyle’s… smug stare. There was something so disturbing about a man with clear and intense amounts of brain damage to have such a focused gaze. “What I do with Harry is none of your business.”

“None of my business? Countless! Sleepless! Nights!” Carrie cried out, running Kyle’s hands through his immaculate hair. Sam looked to the side to confirm something. Yes, just as she thought, the semester started just two weeks ago. “Don’t look at the calendar,” snapped Carrie. “Look at me. I’m suffering right here. ‘Ohhh, Sammy! Get in there! Right through my asshole and make me play and cum all over myself!’” Carrie grimaced as she thought back to the time she had accidentally walked in on Sam possessing her boyfriend. Her slimy form was fucking three of his holes at the same time while taking him over. Sometimes she awoke in a cold sweat thinking back to that night. “Like, don’t you think that’s disgusting?”

“N-Not as much as trying to take a shower and seeing Kyle’s skin just, like, hanging there! If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought it was a dead body. I wouldn’t even mind it so much if you didn’t leave him just lying around the place. And that noise he makes when you ‘reinflate’ him.” Sam shivered as she thought back to that day. Never in her life did she even come remotely close to wondering what a ‘reverse meat-grinder’ (Carrie’s words, not hers) could possibly sound like, but thanks to Carrie she no longer needed to. She didn’t sleep well that night, and then seriously considered becoming vegan afterwards. “Urgh! Please, we have got to talk about boundaries.”

Before the argument could spiral even further, Bing Bong! went the doorbell's chime. “Well?” said Carrie, folding his impressive arms over his chest. “Can’t exactly answer the door as Kyle, can I?”

Sam sighed and walked to the front door. She really wished this morning had gone differently, but perhaps later she could turn it around. The semester just started, after all.

Once she arrived at the door, she took a look through the peephole and then groaned. On the other side was a pair of men that likely attended the same university. At the very least, Sam knew the two were her neighbors from the adjacent apartment. Their irate expressions were only slightly betrayed by their bleary-eyed gazes and bags under their eyes.

Taking a second to calm down and put on her friendliest expression and answered the door with a melodic, “Good morning!”

“Can you and your roommate shut your fucking traps?”

There was truly no hope. No hope to salvage this day whatsoever. “I-I’m sorry. I think I must’ve misheard you. Come again?” said Sam, struggling to keep her tone civilized. Was her vein showing? She really hoped not.

“No no, you heard him just fine,” said the man next to him, arms crossed and glaring down at Sam. “These walls ain’t that thick, we can hear you annoying sluts arguing every morning. We’re reporting your asses to the owner of this place.”

His voice wasn't loud enough to be called ‘yelling’ but it still brought back bad memories of Sam’s father during her childhood. On instinct, Sam hugged her left arm where the faintest scar was still visible on her arm. It was why she always preferred wearing long-sleeved shirts.

“Report?” A different, deep voice shook Sam. She turned around and gasped. Carrie arrived, clad in Kyle’s bodysuit, a pair of socks, and nothing else. Kyle’s cock, still quite long despite being flaccid, swung like pendulum as he lazily strut over. The two neighbors flinched at the sight and used their hands to avert their eyes. “Honestly you two chuckle-fucks should be the ones getting reported, harassing this distressed young lady. Don’t you have any shame? Fuck off.”

The two men left, but muttered stuff like “White knight,” and, “… still gonna report this…” before they were completely out of earshot. Sam shut the door and threw herself onto the worn-out sofa.

“Urgh…! Need something for this migraine.”

“What you need to do is give me a hand teaching those pricks a lesson,” said Carrie. Sam looked up and nearly chuckled at the sight of Kyle’s body with his hands resting on his hips and his body making a scowl that would never fit his scruffy face. “They keep me up all night with their stupid computer games and constantly speaking about their damn ‘cryo-curry.’”

“‘Crypto-currency,” corrected Sam. “But, you are right. They’re pissing me off, too. Plus, I really don’t feel like getting reported to the building’s owner. What do you think we should do?”

“Really?” said Carrie, one of Kyle’s eyebrows quirked. “We’ve got this gift and you’re not gonna go ahead and use it, girl? C’mon!” she said, tossing Kyle’s arms up in the air in exasperation. Then, she pinched a bit of loose skin on his neck, and soon Kyle’s face began to deflate. A slit formed on his chest, and Carrie began to shed Kyle’s skin off like a jacket. It was always odd, seeing someone clothed emerge from someone who wasn’t.

“Ignoring your talents and skills doesn’t make you humble, y’know. It just makes you arrogant," said Carrie in a serious, heavy tone Sam hadn't heard from her before. "Honestly, I think it’s kinda shameful to think you can just hang around normal people pretending you’re not some magical bitch—sorry, magical witch. It’s like a pro-athlete playing pick-up games with a bunch of middle-aged salary-men playing after their shift. Think about all those people desperate to have a talent like yours, and here you are wasting it." Carrie shrugged. "It's a shame, really. Beautiful and skilled girls like you and me come around only once in a lifetime."

Sam didn’t respond. She knew Carrie was wrong and shouldn’t be saying this sort of stuff, but there was something so intoxicating about her words. For a while, she hesitated. For so much of her life she had tried to repel the ‘abnormal’ tag so many others tried to place on her, with little to no avail. And yet, here came Carrie trying to shame her for that, as if trying to fit in was some kind of crime!

But, was Sam really so abnormal if someone like her was quite literally in the same room? “… I’m not arrogant,” she said. “But, I see your point. Just this once, let’s do it.”

#

It wasn’t difficult for two college-aged girls to convince two college-aged virgins to let them inside. So after a bit of planning Sam and Carrie walked over to the apartment next door and rang the doorbell. Sam let Carrie handle most of the work. “Like, hi!” said Carrie, making sure her voice was particularly high-pitched to get their guard down. “Listen, me and my roomie over here are so so soooo embarrassed about what’s been going on…” so on and so on she went, making sure to brown-nose the two guys the whole time. Eventually, she was able to step on through so that she could, “Really show how thankful I am the two of you haven’t reported us yet~!” said Carrie, pouting at the two.”

As soon as the two girls were inside and the door was shut, Carrie leapt into action. A quick flash of steel later, and one of the guys could only gawk in horror at the knife suddenly through his neck and the lack of blood. Already, he could barely move, barely think. Any chance of resisting was over as soon as he let Carrie through the door.

Before his roommate could even scream, Sam was already tackling the guy to the floor. She plunged her right arm, already melting into a pile of pink goo, into her target’s mouth and began flooding herself inside of him.

The one Carrie skinned was a man named Fernando. He was some kind of business major, but she really didn’t care. All she was worried about was just how much mass she had gain since putting him on. “Ohhh, now this feels good,” she said, taking a selfie using the mirror in his room. “He’s got even more mass than that other guy I grabbed. I might have to borrow him more often.”

Sam, in the mean, was sitting down on the living room and trying to calm herself down. She often tried not too abuse the spells and magics she had learned, but there was something so utterly addicting about taking another man’s flesh like this. The sensations, the way his body moved with such musculature, even the skin! God, the way his skin felt was so alien compared to how she usually felt. And these thoughts circling through his head. “I’m Sam, but… I’m also Alan. Alan…” The way this guy said his own name felt comfortable. So right. She wiggled his toes and flexed his arms as she kept repeating the name to herself. “Alan, Alan… ahaha…! I’m Alan!”

God, even just feeling his stomach and pinching felt hot.

“And also horny,” giggle Carrie as she left her host’s room. Sam looked down and tried covering up her erection that was starting to peek through her host’s boxers. “C’mon, Sammy! No need to be shy. We got work to do, anyway.” Carrie grabbed her host’s phone and waved it around. “Took a quick look through this guy’s memories. Apparently your host has a tri-pod we can use. Turns out he’s a wannabe streamer. Feel like making these guys wannabee porn-stars online?”

Sam hesitated, but there was little reason to do so when these new hands brushed up against her boner just a little too tight. Instantly, her whole borrowed tensed as a surge of erotic pleasure coursed throughout her system. She had felt similarly when she took her boyfriend’s body, but doing so in a different body meant this was a whole other world of sensations and possibilities. “F-Fine, let’s do it…!”

Living with someone so similar and yet so different from you was always a challenge. But two petty people could always come together against the world. In this case, it was a hate for annoying men and a love for abusing their nice bodies.

"NRGH! Yeah, fuck yeah, bro!" shouted Carrie as Sam filled Fernando's hole with Alan's thick, fat cock. "Keep pounding me, fuck fuck!" Carrie kept saying, making sure Fernando's cock was clearly in the shot.

Brandon let out an annoyed sigh mid-bite as his TV screen become full of static. “Urgh, again?! This is like the third time this month.” He had really been hoping this weekend would be different. The game was on and Brandon had made sure to make it clear today was supposed to be his day. “This better be important.”

As if to respond to him, some kind of black, gooey creature began pouring out of his TV. Still, Brandon remained calm. His heart was racing, and the bulge inside his cargo shorts began to tent out. As much as he tried to act as though this was an inconvenience, he couldn’t help but be aroused as the entity began slithering closer. It stopped a few inches from Brandon, its thin, snake-like body just hovering in the air as if to judge Brandon’s reaction. Was it observing him? Was it debating where it would enter this time? Each second felt like an eternity, and Brandon was soon growing irritated at this unwanted edging session.

Face growing red, Brandon shouted, “J-Just make it quick, all right? Stop holding me in suspense!” He cried out, slamming his fists on the couch like a child throwing a tantrum. Its thin, gooey body shot forward and struck itself into Brandon’s ear. “NRGH!” His whole body seized immediately after the creature made contact with skin. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as the invasive process overloaded his body with pleasure. “Urgh… ahhh… haaah… oh yeah…! Get in there!” Brandon shouted, humping the air as this creature took him over.

Was it the tenth or the hundredth time this had happened? Brandon lost count long ago, and he took a certain sense of pride in that. Despite the years this creature still enjoyed high-jacking him and taking over his body to use for its own devious plans.

“Yes, please…!” panted Brandon, his mouth agape as his fingers squeezed the sofa. Static began clouding his vision as it always did. He could feel the creature slithering through his mind and filling the space in his skull. This was always the best part. Once it got inside and began filling the wrinkles in his brain, it would spread down his spine and throughout his entire nervous system. He likened to extreme bondage—his body completely immobile by his will and completely at the mercy of another. At first he was a shamed and even disgusted by this sensation. But now he was truly and utterly in love with it, so much so that he had bought his own set of rope in hopes that this entity would use it for its own sick pleasure.

“Nrgh… fuck, fuck! Yes, fill me up! Take me over and use me like a puppet!” Brandon shouted before it was too late. “AHH! Fuck, fuck! YEEEES!” he bellowed out, his best perked as he arched his back. It was as if he had gripped a live-wire of pure pleasure. His whole body lit up in one continuous, orgasm as his nervous system went haywire. His brain was lit up like a pinball machine as every inch of his body tensed up. “Hrck…! Nrrgh… ahhhh…!” Brandon could even move his mouth, only letting out guttural cries as his cock spewed out rope after rope of electrifying cum into his cargo shorts. His body continued convulsing afterwards, until it suddenly stopped and he collapsed, eyes shut, back onto the couch.

Brandon opened his eyes once more, and gone was the simple yet genuine gleam they usually had. Instead, his gaze was much sharper, more calculating. He took off his shorts and pulled at the front of his boxers to stare at the mess he had made. “Pathetic human,” he sneered as he licked all the cum he could scoop up. “Your discharge is my sustenance. If you go about wasting it how will I be able to properly feed?” Yet it could not deny the heavenly taste of the ambrosia Brandon produced. It acted high and mighty, but the truth was that this creature was utterly addicted to Brandon’s semen. It had tasted plenty of other men in the past, but Brandon was the only one it couldn’t live without. So even though it spent its days searching for a replacement and keep its distance, it always returned to Brandon.

Hoping to get some larger projects off the ground as well. We shall see what the future holds. Tired from working lots at my job but somehow trying to make it all work while fulfilling my soul with my passion: writing.

In the meantime, feel free to drop some comments about anything you want to see. Not just from myself but from this little community in general. More of that or this, or just celebrate what you like from it. I always wanna make discussion and get people chatting and yapping about their thoughts.

When you're a pair wandering ghosts for hundreds of years, you tend to get a little bit bored of the same old same old.

Isn't that why we, as civilized and horny individuals, invented the concept of roleplay? Is it not a desire to play and induce a more spicy dimension to sex? And folks roleplay lots of scenarios that usually involve their mundane life. Playing doctor or acting as a corporate boss doing dirty stuff with their subordinates...

It was why my dearly departed and I roleplay this specific scenario: body possession. But, we mix it with a little bit of our own, actual possession.

During our regular searches for a host, we found this guy just hanging around the gym and decided to make him our next little project for the month.

He was an older man taking a selfie in the gym. Nice musculature but an attractive amount of aged fat that gave him a cute appearance. The treasure trail on his stomach was certainly a treasure in my eye. We didn't know his name, his status, or even his age; but still we craved him like nothing else.

I went first, as usual. "Nrgh...! The hell?!" The man cried out as my ghost essence began to slide into dad-bod flesh. "Ahh, s-someone... help!" Luckily the locker room was deserted as was most of the building. The man could do nothing but pant and moan like a whore as I fully took him over.

My vision refocused from the black void that came from diving into a man. My first sight was this reflection I stole. As eager as a schoolboy in a candy story, I stepped closer to the mirror and planted a deep kiss to my reflection. Yeah, this'd be a nice host for my husband and me.

I dug into the guy's wallet and pulled out his info. Charles Wallace. His address was xxx at !&*( Street. Nice.

"Hey, you done?" my husband asked. I could see his shimmering form in the corner, muted due to having the eyes of a mortal for the time being. I shook my head as I pulled out the car keys from Charles' locker.

"Just a second, darling. Let's get home first." Those first few minutes inside another man were unremarkable, but I enjoyed them. It felt nice doing the mundane as someone else. Seeing everyone look at you while wearing another brought about a certain thrill in me, like not wearing underwear beneath your pants. Seeing a few heads turn as I walked by definitely helped, too.

And the first thing I did when I got home was start flexing. I couldn't help it, could you? I just adored seeing muscle under my control, almost as much as I enjoyed said muscle moving without it.

But it seems like my husband began to grow more and more impatient. "Move on over, stud. It's my turn to drive!" he cried out before diving into my mouth, agape in a gasp.

As the last of my husband finishing slipping inside, I could feel the intensity of flesh multiply. Three souls now occupied this body, though Charles' was unconscious, and the constricting tightness made me reach an ecstasy that no rope could help me reach.

"N-No, this is my body...!" I called out, trying to hide my erection as I stared at Charles' reflection. My legs rubbed up against each other as I tried to stand while trembling with pleasure. I kept trembling as I allowed my husband to fill each of Charles' heavy limbs. Even though I could no longer move them, I could still feel the goosebumps and chills.

Finally, Charles' body straightened as he let out a low moan. His eyes opened and my husband smirked at his own reflection. "Ahhh, niceeee. Always love taking the big dumb straight ones." We had no idea if Charles was even straight or not, but that didn't matter. The story was already forming.

I took control back. Charles' face immediately turned into a grimaced as I begged to his reflection. "Get out of me, p-please!" I moaned as I felt my cock get even harder in these shorts. Already, my husband was shaking his hips to slide them off. "Ahh, what're you doing?! Pervert, don't!"

The smirk returned. "Hey now, I'm just trying to have good time like anyone else, my guy. Don't take it personally." He slapped one of Charles' pecs. "If anything, it's your fault for having such a nice, sexy body. I couldn't help it, really." His bit his bottom lip as he began twerking one of Charles' pecs, and I nearly lost it right then and there. I swear I could've cummed five times over just feeling that.

"P-Please, d-don't make do these erotic things. I-I'm a straight guy, I-I don't get aroused like this!"

"Straight?" My husband taunted back, guffawing as he performed a double-bicep flex. "With these babies? Hell no, that'd be a crime!"

The shorts came off, then the underwear; a pair of boring boxers that we'd have to upgrade to jock-straps later on; and soon enough my husband was jerking off this cock like a pro while playing with our sensitive chest. My very soul writhed in pleasure, so much so that I could barely even pretend to put up resistance.

"C'mon, is that all you can do!" My husband said, glaring at his reflection. "Don't even mind another dude is jerking off this fat cock?"

Instead of protest and horror like I wanted, I could only manage a tired groan as I panted. Forget the beast with two backs, we were a beast with two cocks. "N-No more... I-I'm... I'm going fucking crazy..." I was hardly roleplaying right now, my vision growing hazy as we explored this body. "I-I'm... I'm... oh god, I'm fucking cumming!"

We painted the mirror white with out thick loads. Then, Charles' body began to tremble as I lost focus. Slowly, my ghostly essence slipped from his mouth as I became ejaculated from his body as well. "Oh, damn. Didn't think it was that good for you," my husband said, chuckling as he saw my embarrassed form. "C'mon in, we got about a month of this to enjoy."

I slipped back inside and instantly felt our cock grow hard again. Twice the ghost twice the arousal. We took a deep breath to relax so I could get back into character. "Ohhh... you fucked up asshole," I hissed, voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, for me? You shouldn't have, Charles." My husband said. He knelt down and began to lick the trailing cum from the glass while I protested.

"Fuck, no no!" I cried out from the inside. "Stop making me do all this gay shit! I can't... I can't take it anymore!"

"Sorry to disappoint you," my husband said, licking his lips to get the last of the delicious cum. "We're gonna a couple much-needed loads up this ass, next. By the time I'm done with you you're gonna be begging for me to never leave."

"N-No, please. Anything but that...!" I breathed out, moaning. The rest of the month was spent with me protesting in Charles' mind as my husband cruised around like a chaotic slut, having this body groped, fucked, and exploited in ways neither of us could've ever thought possible.

Question for my fellow writers in the field, how do you like to write your stories? I personally prefer writing them down on a notebook first before typing them up, although I sometimes I go straight into a document and whip up a quick story.

Thank you all for your support so far. Writing is my passion, and I always put a bit of myself into every piece of art and fiction I create. Just doing that in and of itself is a gift and an expression of who I am. No matter how insane or frightening the world gets, nobody will ever be able to take away out ability to craft and create.

Marduk prided himself in always doing his research for everything in life. This got him a doting wife, a great house, a thriving career, and grateful children already off in college. It was also through his careful nature that he knew exactly how to find hook-ups—his profile on Grindr had him listed as “DL.” He did all of this under his family’s noses, and they were none the wiser. Yup, just about anything and everything can be cheated on with enough research and a mind as sharp as Marduk’s.

Tonight, his wife had just departed for her flight. She was going out of state to visit her ill mother. Though she had asked Marduk if he wanted to come, he declined and assured her that her mother would be much more pleased if she went alone. No need for Marduk to interrupt mother-daughter time! The children were off living in their campus dorms, and so Marduk had the whole house to himself.

“Thank you for hosting,” said the message with a winking emoticon. The sender was a younger man named Henry. Compared to Marduk, he was rather thin but flexible, as the explicit messages he had sent Marduk had proved. “I’d do it, but I still live with my folks. I’m also DL, but for my safety rather than my stability.”

Marduk didn’t feel like asking him to elaborate, so he simply arranged the date and time for Henry to arrive, the latter of which eagerly agreed. The two had their eyes set on the other for a while now, but circumstances made that difficult until this weekend.

Marduk smirked to himself as he dressed up—not showering tonight as Henry had requested.

The moment Marduk opened the door, Henry all but launched himself at Marduk. “Been waiting for this all day,” Henry whispered, his voice needy and breathless. “I’m sooo hungry for you, daddy.”

That was all Marduk needed to hear. Fired up, he lifted Henry up and carried him to the upstairs bedroom—not at all concerned about getting Henry’s scent all over the sheets. He needed to fill this tight hole soon or he’d go mad.

“Nrgh, f-fuck!” Henry cried out, writhing and moaning on the bed. He gripped the sheets until his knuckles turned white. His cock, already leaking, stiffened suddenly as Marduk fucked him. “F-Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum…! I’m gonna cum,” he said, slowly losing the breathlessness and playfulness in his voice. “Not yet, no, I don’t wanna c-cum just yet. I’m not ready to give this up just yet.” It was as if he was a completely different person from the youthful man that Marduk invited inside.

However, Marduk wasn’t paying much attention. His own thrusts became wilder and more intense as the twink beneath him tried resisting his own orgasm. “C’mon, moan some more for me,” Marduk growled, unable to stop. Henry’s hole was so tight and warm that it was driving Marduk insane. And those soft squeals… they were driving him crazy. “Ohhh, keep moving your hips. I-I’m so close!”

“Shit, no good…!” cursed Henry through gritted teeth. “I-I’m cumming!” he cried out, arching his back and thrusting his hips high in the air as his untouched cock shot several loads that came down and stained his torso. However, Henry’s writhing didn’t stop as the last of his cum dribbled out of his softening cock. No, his eyes rolled up, showing only the whites, as his body convulsed even harder.

Only then did Marduk finally stop and looked down at Henry with concern, not wanting to alert anyone by having someone have a seizure in his home. Hey, you okay…?” he said.

As if to respond, a trail of blue slime erupted from Henry’s mouth. Marduk didn’t have time to react before it shot inside his own mouth. “MMFH—! MFF!” He tried shouting for help, but the slime made that all but useless. His body writhed as it began flowing inside of him. The two’s bodies were connected, tethered by the blue slime.

What’s happening…? Thought Marduk, vision growing hazy. Even though he tried to run away or throw Henry’s body away, he couldn’t force his heavy limbs to move. Even so, he soon realized that his body wasn’t stopping. Although the movements were a bit more awkward, Marduk’s body was still thrusting—as though listening to another will besides his own.

W-Why can’t I stop…?! Marduk’s thoughts were a panic, but even that began to wane as his mind began growing foggier by the second. Adding to that was the electric jolts of pleasure coursing throughout every inch of his body. He involuntarily shuddered, his moans muffled by the invading slime as it finished crawling inside of him. Feels… to good…! I’m going crazy! Lemme cum, lemme cum, I just wanna cum!

All caution thrown to the wind, Marduk begged whatever entity was invading him for a reprieve of this never-ending pleasure. It felt as though he was on the cusp of climaxing yet unable to actually ejaculate. He had no idea pleasure could feel so torturous.

Marduk’s body pulled Henry closer and thrust as deep as he possibly could. His bush met Henry’s own as he, mouth agape and eyes going cross, pumped what felt like a year’s worth of cum into Henry’s unresponsive hole. Every rhythmic thrust seemed to drive Marduk further and further to the back of his own mind. He screamed into the inky black void; not from horror as another’s will supplanted his own; but from the sheer bliss this mind-blowing orgasm gave him.

Meanwhile, Marduk’s body convulsed as it flopped on top of the unconscious Henry. Once the trembling settled down, Marduk opened eyes and sat up on the floor. At a certain point, the convulsions had been so intense he actually fell off the bed. However, he didn’t seem too concerned about that nor the unconscious Henry. He stood up with a low groan, admiring the sheer weight he now possessed, and strolled over to the master bathroom. He glanced at his reflection, tilting his head to try and capture every angle.

Letting out a low whistle, he said, “Usually I prefer taking over spry young men, but this? This one I like…” he said with a chauvinistic smirk. The real Marduk could only vaguely hear his invader’s taunting words, and he was far too mindfucked to care. “Damn, this body feels good! Virile, too.” The slime that had possessed Marduk ran his hands down Marduk’s cock and shivered as he felt it respond. Even though he had cum what felt like gallons with this stolen cock it was still right back up and raring to go. “Nrrgh.,.. oh fuck, yes…! This is me now!” he cried out, jerking his new fuckstick like a madman. Everything in this new body felt so right. The weight, the mass, the sensitivity. Just touching his cock felt like sex. But jerking off was another experience entirely.

“Fuck, fuck! Nrgh, I’m cumming!” His knees buckled on him as several rounds of cum struck the mirror and stained Marduk’s reflection. Panting, Marduk relaxed on the bathroom and chuckled to himself.