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Switching Session
Type of Love: Marriage
Agatha and Ryan had... Problems. They had gotten married just a few years ago and although the relationship was good, there was a very specific problem found in the depth and privacy of their room… In their mattress.
They had tried a thousand and one alternatives to improve the chemistry between them, courses, books, motivational talks, different positions, they had even gone to therapy and nothing had worked. There was always a huge problem when something didn’t... wake up for Ryan. Agatha loved him, but she was tired of feeling alone with the pillow every night; they needed to do something if both wanted to stay together.
— Are you sure about this? – Ryan murmured in a low tone. He had a good build, not very muscular but slim, good face, well-combed hair, shaking his leg while Agatha looked towards the office door with the pamphlet in her hand – Look, honey, I think this is something very... extreme and we can try it another way and-
— Ryan – she cut him off immediately, looking him in the eyes – I love you, and I’m truly grateful that you’re my husband. But no, we’ve already tried everything, and I don’t want this to be our marital life for the rest of our lives, so no.
She returned the gaze, the man just lowered his eyes while letting out a soft sigh. They had ended up in that elegant but fucking expensive office thanks to the recommendation of one of Agatha’s friends who said it had helped her a lot to improve the relationship with her husband after both were fighting like dogs and cats out of control, but the “retreat”, as she had called it, had helped them understand each other better and “put themselves in each other’s shoes”; the information that Ryan and Agatha had about the service was as subtle as just that, her friend hadn’t wanted to give more details so that “she herself would try it”.
There were several offices in that place, almost ten doors arranged evenly in those harmonic hallways, one of the doors opened, only a burly guy coming out who advanced with difficulty but had a strange smile on his lips, his gaze lowered towards his physique, excited and trying to contain his hands so as not to touch himself in front of the others while walking towards the elevator. The couple exchanged strange looks, in fact, now that they remembered, he had entered with someone else, where had it gone?
— Ryan and Agatha? – A male voice emerged from the open office, both stood up trying to ignore what they had just seen to enter the same, inside, there was a guy with a formal white shirt although slightly open, tight tailoring pants with an elegant cut and a soft smile, he approached both to extend his hand – Nice to meet you, I’m Dr. Porter. Please sit down.
There was a naturalness and charisma in his presence, both were already seated when he approached to close the door, returning with them to take a seat on his part in the front armchair, the office was cozy, a couple of plants, comfortable armchairs, a large window behind and what seemed to be a beverage station on a table at the back, it had some carefully sealed glass bottles of different bright colors.
— And tell me, what brings you here? – he smiled warmly, crossing his legs to start noting in his notebook.
— Well, um... We have problems in... – Ryan was tripping over his own words, almost blushing with embarrassment.
— He doesn’t touch me.
Agatha used to be very direct and somewhat... dominant. Porter just raised an eyebrow examining both and noting a couple of scribbles in his notebook while nodding.
— I see, I see. And what have you done about it?
— Eh, we...
— We’ve tried everything – Ryan was cut off again in the middle of the sentence – I don’t know what else to do, I love this man, really. But I can’t pretend to be crazy and let that go unnoticed, he didn’t use to be like this, he was more... sporadic, more intense. I don’t know what’s happening with him, we saw psychologists, we saw doctors, courses, and nothing works.
— Then it’s lucky that you’ve come across us – Porter drew a smile on his face again to stand up. He went to the drinks table, taking three in total, one was simple water, the others had bluish tones like some blueberry soda, he placed them on the table and uncapped them, settling back into the seat – I assume that... They haven’t told you fully what the dynamic is that is handled here.
— Not really. We only heard that it allows knowing the other’s perspective from their shoes.
— Exactly. And they refer to... Very literally.
— I don’t understand, doctor.
— These glasses you see in front of you contain a special drink, it will allow possessing the other so that you can experience how the other sees and feels life.
Agatha couldn’t help but let out an incredulous laugh at what the psychologist was mentioning.
— What kind of joke is this?
— None, not at all. If you’ve stopped here, it’s because someone referred you, trust their words if you don’t believe mine, besides – He stretched a little back with a trustworthy smile – You said you’ve tried everything, don’t you think one more effort is worth it?
Agatha stayed looking at the glass with her lips tightly closed.
— Honey, I don’t think it’s... – But before a response, Agatha quickly approached the glass to sip it in one go, leaving it back on the table. The blueberry flavor filled her taste buds without feeling anything beyond just the sweet taste.
Porter stayed with that satisfied smile, although, something that characterized him was that he was quite careless. Besides being new, it was practically his first day, if he hadn’t fucked it up before, it was by pure luck.
— Well, Ryan. It’s your turn – He approached the table blindly, trying to take the water glass that he had left dangerously next to the bluish glass, taking it and taking a sip under the incredulous gaze of Ryan who didn’t know whether to warn him or not, Porter’s eyes widened savoring the sweetness of the drink, the glass slipped from between his fingers, falling and crashing against the floor.
The psychologist tried to stand up but at that moment, it was as if Agatha became a blue smoke that rose to throw itself hard against Porter’s mouth, the man shook violently, his hands twisted, still trying to head towards the door, but he only managed to gasp, falling to his knees in violent spasms, his eyes twisting to white, his extremities seemed to be controlled by someone else, shaking until falling with his hands in front, Ryan was frozen, watching the scene from the sofa, he was in shock.
Porter continued shaking, his back marked in the white shirt, trying to regurgitate without success, his hands clung to the ground until he let out a gasp and couldn’t take it anymore, his forehead gave softly against the floor, and he stayed like that for a good while. Ryan still didn’t move, with a scared look.
What seemed like almost an hour finally ended, Porter took a strong breath of air, lifting his head and digging his nails into the floor, looked to the sides, his pupils were orbited, his chest rising and falling in clear panic, he got on his knees, observing his hands with what seemed horror.
— What the fuck is this? – He stammered, extending them forward to see his palms and then the back of the hand, thick and strong, with his knuckles marked and his predominant veins. His hands went to his pectorals, squeezing them with confusion – Mgh, this is... New.
He twisted a mocking smile without being able to stop touching his pectorals and his areolas in them, he felt that the shirt was too tight, the buttons would fly off at any moment, he was fascinated, confused but ecstatic for his new musculature. Agatha had never been very big, she was of average height, her attributes were not very prominent nor much less big, so now having tremendous things, it was an interesting improvement. Her husband continued watching the scene without fully understanding what was happening, seeing how the psychologist proceeded to pull his shirt from below with force while inflating his chest so that the buttons flew all over the office floor. She was what followed fascinated, she felt strong, manly, powerful; people always told her that she had a “conflictive” character, too dominant, authoritarian or controlling to be someone so small, but finally she felt strong, big, as if his personality finally coordinated with the body that someone with those characteristics should have. He inflated his biceps, tensing the fabric that miraculously would not tear either.
Finally his gaze, dominant and controlling fixed on her husband with a smile equally loaded with power.
— What are you still looking at so much? Something you like?
Ryan denied with panic, “Porter” stood up with confidence, unbuckling the buckle of his belt, sliding it out so that it hit like a whip against the floor, Agatha’s husband sweated cold, observing how the man who previously acted with security and charisma, now had transformed into a beast exuding control and testosterone.
He opened his shirt a little more, placing the belt over his nape, he still had that arrogant smile engraved on his face, his hand slid under his abs, palming his new attribute.
— Woah, is this what makes you guys feel so confident and owners of the world? — He boasted with complete mockery, exaggerating his movements like a caricature loaded with male stereotypes, he was living perhaps the most satisfying moment of her life. His biceps were great! Strong, voluminous and looked so good.
All her life she had felt attracted to men, there was no doubt about it, but being inside a man in every sense of the word, it felt so fucking different. As if he had the world in the palm of his hand!
— Why so quiet, Ryan? Did the cat eat your tongue?
— N-no – His cheeks were flushed, like a living apple. Agatha inside Porter slid the leather through the neck to play with it, joining it in two parts starting to brandish the belt in the air, biting her lower lip with that attitude arrogant to bursting – I don’t think it’s the best idea to be using his body like this – He stammered clumsily, swallowing saliva – It’s not correct.
— Why? Are you afraid that I am more man than you?
— I-I never said th-that.
But in part he was right, he was intimidated by the power that radiated in Porter’s body, that power and bearing that now belonged to her, how his strong legs were marked against the tailoring pants, his bulky arms, the chiseled abs. Unlike Agatha, Ryan had never felt attracted to men, but she in control of that guy, felt so... Dangerously captivating. And he didn’t know how much more he could resist, a strange heat ran through his body, as if his skin was boiling.
The now man finally took off his shirt, playing with his attributes as if he wanted to show them off, Ryan was good-looking, yes, but his slim build was not comparable at all with the strong and thick that were Porter’s muscles.
He felt that in his biceps they could burst a grapefruit in seconds! And his legs? Fat and powerful, his thighs were a whole wonder of sports performance, she didn’t need to be an expert to recognize the fruits of the effort in the guy’s gym. HER new attributes, only his and no one else’s, and he didn’t have to work a single second to get them! He was strong, attractive, although there was certain satisfaction and malice in controlling that body; Ryan hadn’t done anything to him and he had nothing against him, but being in charge of a body like that masculine, “respectable” and inhibited, now acting so free and even stupid way.
Her husband kept looking at her, completely mesmerized by the way he acted, until the inevitable happened, marking an elevation between his legs, “Porter” smiled with malice. He approached him slowly, still brandishing the belt to then whip it between himself, the sound made Ryan shudder with fear and something more. His lips approached until the distance was reduced to simple centimeters.
— I-I don’t think we should – the warm air brushed between both lips, the anxious chest rising and falling, the new Porter only passed his wide fingers against his lips, filtering through his mouth to fill it with just a couple – Mfhhh – His eyes twisted lightly, with flushed cheeks. He didn’t even know what to say or feel, but he was loving it.
— But it looks like you love it. Why stop then?
Ryan observed him once more, but in his eyes there was something more, a primitive intensity. He couldn’t contain himself and pressed his lips between the other’s, their tongues clashing with need and loaded with saliva, Ryan’s hands rubbing against Porter’s hair filling the room with soft gasps and an intoxicating warmth.
They lasted like that for almost two hours until the receptionist had to enter due to the delays in the other consultations of the psychologist and the constant gasps and roars that bothered more than one patient, finding both men with disheveled hair, sweaty and panting for more.
It turned out that the possession substance had an approximate duration of one or two months, before having to reverse the process to avoid permanent changes.
So until that period, Agatha was officially Porter.
— Fuuuuuck! — Ryan heard the gasps and roars of the other in the bathroom from the room, with a somewhat lost gaze on the wall. He hadn’t fully processed what had happened in the office, the fact that the touch of another man had driven him crazy, like his legs trembled, his mouth wrapped around the other’s tool, just remembering it made him blush. Or the most important fact, his lovely wife now was a giant in the bathroom.
— Mfhhhh!
The sounds continued leaking like the water itself in the shower, Agatha had insisted quite a bit on wanting to shower after wanting to get home, still in command of Porter’s body. They had even found a sports suitcase with a pair of clothing of that style in his office, and they were not precisely the ones he would use after the office, the stench concentrated behind the zipper, earthy and sweaty, with that load of musk that made him feel much spicier.
Ryan couldn’t hold the curiosity much longer, he got up with trembling hands towards the bathroom, turning the knob to find his wife with the clothes still on, wet and smelling much more intense than before.
— Mfffh, yes, big guy. Do you love how you smell, don’t you? That stinky stench, of a real man – He gasped with a laugh loaded with lust, he was truly arrogant with his new muscles and identity, acting more than delighted with his swollen biceps in the wet lycra, everything in him was big, his hands, his biceps, shoulders, shit, even his feet were huge! She had never felt very attracted to those things, but now she just wanted to caress them, let herself be carried away by his smell, how good they looked with or without socks, but more important (and with certain shame it gave her to admit it), that Ryan would put himself at his feet to smell them and kiss them, just imagining it with his tongue out, licking them and almost praising them, was incredible.
The days continued advancing with Agatha embracing the identity of Porter better and better, naturally, the office had given her free time until Porter was in command of his body again. And for obvious reasons, she had had to process disabilities for her job, she didn’t think it was the best option to appear in Porter’s stinky body.
But, yes she could take her body out for a walk wherever she wanted, she initially thought of only focusing on her initial routine, a bit of yoga, watering her plants, making breakfast or the other chores, but, why waste her attributes on such banal tasks? Nah, she needed something with more fun than just making lunch for Ryan.
She had found a pair of t-shirts and compression pants that fit him fucking well. They marked everything in him, the contour of his wrapped tool, his biceps, his firm pectorals and his abs, the beard scratched him a bit but also made him look so masculine! She wasn’t usually a person very desirous of the attention of others, but as Porter, that was different.
— Mfhhh — He let out a roar loaded with revitalizing energy when loading a weight that in his original body, not in dreams he would have managed to do, but now he felt his strong biceps doing all the work, moving like fucking professionals. And the best: Everyone looked at him, some with admiration, others with envy, many others looked at him with the lower lip bitten, and a not discreet bulge in their pants, it fascinated him.
He took out his phone to take a couple of photos, he had the perfect guy to make him famished when seeing them.
📱. Sup? I’ve been sweating like never, why don’t you help me clean myself with your tongue? Be a good guy and help daddy with that.
He loved the feeling of power, the control, he had always wanted to try things a bit more daring in bed, but he had always been reluctant to propose it to Ryan for fear that he would refuse. But with those new muscles, why the fuck would he deny?
Ryan from his office, couldn’t believe what he saw, those juicy pectorals begging to be attended, he almost had a coughing attack trying not to be obvious with what was happening (besides, surely his colleagues would wonder why he was receiving photos of a man in sportswear when he was supposed to have a wife).
📲. Hey, honey. You know I love your photos and everything but...
📱. But? Or what? Would you prefer I give this to any of these guys? I assure you they would be just as anxious or more to get on their knees to please me. So if you want to be a good husband, when I get home you’re going to be more than willing to put your pretty legs up on these thick shoulders until you get tired of screaming my name. Are we clear?
📲. Y-yes. I’m sorry.
📱. That’s how I like it, you better get used to this.
Since then, their relationship had become intense, carnal and full of desire, there was no day when they weren’t on top of each other, their lips clashing as if hormones were the only thing controlling their brains, the problem in their intimacy had disappeared as if it had never existed, with Agatha’s command, firm and addicting for poor Ryan who had become addicted to Porter’s stinky armpits, inhaling him as if it were the air he needed to breathe.
They continued loving each other madly, even more than before, anxious and desperate kisses for each other, messages full of photographs, morbid audios and fantasies that neither believed they would live someday. For Ryan it continued to be confusing to see himself in love with a man with such fervor, but as long as he was with the person he loved most in the world, that was the least important.
— What do you think? – Agatha, who now felt much more comfortable with the name of Porter, wore tight American football sport leggings by Ryan’s own idea, the metallic blue color highlighted his thick and fat legs, the same ones between which Ryan adored putting his face, a tiny thong underwear marked above his waist, his husband’s eyes sparkled just seeing him, his huge biceps and pectorals marked without a t-shirt.
— Shit, just shut up and kiss me – the typical inhibited, reserved and drier for that type of situations, now was desperate to put his hands on the man who drove him crazy. Although in part he knew that it wasn’t so much the fact that Agatha was now Porter, it was something more. He had never thought or assimilated it before, but a submissive and obedient desire had always been lodged inside him, and seeing his wife piloting that guy’s body with so much control and security, made his legs tremble, he didn’t care how much he had to beg, humiliate himself or plead for it, it fascinated him. Maybe he would have liked to understand it without the need for the thousand and one therapies they had gone through in the process, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that all the therapy and possession thing had rekindled the flame of their love like the sun.
The month was almost concluding, which meant that Agatha would have to stop being Porter to go back to being just her. Both were curled up in bed with nothing more than the sheet, with the chest rising and falling after almost three hours of their bodies rubbing against each other.
— And what if I don’t return? – Porter murmured with his gaze fixed on the ceiling.
— What? – Ryan sat up in his arms, confused.
— Yes. Why go back? I know it’s confusing but, I don’t miss being a woman, you know? I like being strong, that people respect me.
— B-but.
— I know it’s a very bold move, and I wouldn’t do it alone, I want you to be with me in this, together.
— Well, it’s... A bit risky idea, I mean. I don’t know what they’ll say at the office, Porter and, explain why overnight, my beautiful wife transformed into a guy who doubles her size and weight – Ryan pressed his lips with doubt, they had everything for that situation to go terribly wrong, but at the same time, he had to admit that their marriage had never been better – To hell with it, let’s do it, I’ll go anywhere with you by my side. Always
Porter smiled, intertwining their lips with passion, desirous and in need of each other, the saliva dripping slightly down his chin, their pectorals rubbing against each other, although of course, Ryan’s were much smaller than Porter’s.
— What do you say? Want a second round?
— Shit, yes.
The thinner one mounted on his waist, with his lower lip bitten, anxious. Without a doubt, the best decision they could have both taken for their marriage.
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Commission for anonymous, 2B finds herself transforming into a were-rabbit, due to the curse of the full bunny moon!
Were-rabbits on the night of their transformation are permanently in heat, and cannot think of anything other than breeding. With full concussive force, their hips and thighs will squeeze the life juice out of you, whether they would normally want to or not.
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Follow up from the ending of the Possession Collection Post:
The Entity shows itself... for you.
The eldritch g0d has a preference for living vessels. If you had to choose between a box-simulator and an SMG-simulator, which would you choose?
Alrighty, here's the plan for the Possession Collection going forward!
Like the Entity said, there is 32 of you here.
I'm going to be drawing each of your characters one at a time, and depending on what you wrote for how they got possessed or any other information I have on them at hand, I'll try my best to show what they would likely do with your OCs body!
However, this is going to be a slow process. I wish I could get this done faster, but my sister wants an art piece from me as a birthday present, and let's just say that she has a tall order. Work on the Possession collection will be delayed, or at least slowed considerably as I work on her birthday present, and also take care of school. I have to admit, I am kind of intimidated and overwhelmed.
Rest assured, I will get to everyone! Otherwise, let my organs rot in my gut and my hair fall out and my teeth go blind.
I apologize that this will get delayed, so your patience is much much appreciated!
