Evan's TF corner

So this is something a little bit different that I've been working on for a bit, a lot heavier in character/worldbuilding than I usually do (which is saying something!) but I've always had a fondness for superhero settings and I wanted to take a crack at it. Content warning for gore and the usual non-consent associated with possession, although it's all in good fun. Also some weird sex stuff. :)

---- Hello there villain, I'm deputy director "none of your business" and welcome to Loch Corvin Prison, aka The Lockbox, aka your new home! If you're watching this pre-recorded message, it's because you were given a Gift and you decided to misuse it to the point where you are no longer deemed safe for polite society- big mistake. The Lockbox is the last stop for some of the nastiest supervillains on the planet, and now you're locked up with them. It's not going to be fun. You'll receive your room assignment and schedule in a moment, but since it's your first day, I want to offer you a clear and concise warning that you should heed during your time here: the only rule of The Lockbox is "don't escape," and outside of that, we don't care about you. All security measures are there to keep you in, not to keep you safe, and if you get yourself killed, that's just one less piece of scum for the world to worry about. So feel free to use your Gift. You'll need it. ----

Prison was a lot more like high school than Slimeball had expected- lots of rules, lots of guys who smelled, and he had no idea where to sit at lunch.

POV: You stole his body. You first saw him at the gym two weeks ago, laughing between sets, sweat shining on a chest that looked carved and effortless, a neat mustache giving his pretty face just enough weight to make him seem older than he was. You were supposed to be there for another failed restart: cardio, machines, the same old promise that this time you would fix yourself. Instead, you watched him curl a dumbbell by the window and felt something darker than envy move through you. Attraction came first, sharp and embarrassing. Then came want. Not the ordinary kind where you imagined being with him, but the impossible kind where you imagined being him.

Now you wake every morning inside the prize you took by force - against his will, and the guilt is getting easier and easier to ignore. The pool, the sun, the dumbbell in your hand - it all feels like a reward that you earned - not through any good deed, but by the shear will of your existence. His body answers you with strength you did not earn, with a flat stomach, a thick patch of chest hair, hairy pits, strong arms, and a smile that makes strangers smile back before you’ve even learned their names.

POV: You’re trapped in the body he left behind. You still remember the moment you saw your own face looking back at you from across the locker room, smiling with someone else behind the eyes. For a few seconds, you thought it was a prank, a breakdown, a nightmare. Then you looked down and saw the heavy stomach pressing against a sweat-dark tank top, the thick arms, the damp hair on unfamiliar legs, the unkempt mustache bristling over your lip. He had taken everything: your lean physique, your confidence, the face people flirted with before you had to say a word. All he left you was his body - overweight, hairy, tired - and his huge dick - slightly crooked, cut, with a huge head, and a circumference that would make most men blush.

It was a typical day, you wouldn’t expect anything out of the ordinary to happen, but for Lewis, it was gonna be interesting.

Lewis is a man who had a slime lean build and lives with his friends Alan, Jay and Rico who all lived in apartment together and One day, Lewis was walking home from work home, when he came across a golden ring on the sidewalk. Assuming someone lost a marriage ring, he went to the nearest police officer.

Hey officer, I need to report a lost and found. Lewis said loudly to the officer who was to distracted on his phone. Noticing this Lewis went to touch the tall stud when as soon he did his body pulled into him.

It all happened so fast, Lewis didn’t even register the change until he noticed his body felt heavier and heard his Macho voice which was deeper. Sensing this, he went to the nearest object akin to a mirror to check his new body out.

After this, he detached himself from the body and magic ring willfully. Seeing this, he was excited and went home. When he arrived he called out to one of his friends who were home.

Hey Alan, you wouldn’t believe what I discovered today. Lewis said with excitement as he approached Alan.

What is that, a golden ring. said Alan

No it’s magic ring. said Lewis. It allows you to possess anyone you come in contact with.

No way, that’s real. Alan said as he returned back to the computer to complete his work.

Let me possess you. said Lewis energetically

It won’t work, Alan said disinterestly.

Not withstanding, Lewis phased right into Alan who put up resistance by grabbing his head moaning and grunting but ultimately was possessed by Lewis.

Alan was a lean man and had muscle do to attending the gym regularly and diet. Lewis saw this as an opportunity to check out Alan sexy body feeling it over and enjoying the fruits of his labor, Alan labor.

Alan in his mind was saying, That actually worked, now can I get my body back. Im feeling a bit tired, Lewis said with a devious smile, I think I’ll go to my room, your room and after entering his room, he then laid on his bed.

He then proceeded to pull off his underwear.

Looks like I need a little quick workout and this hard has been on since I came in. said Lewis with a devious smile as Alan screamed in rebellion in his subconscious. He proceeded to jack off and eventually Alan voice became silent.

Lewis in Alan body then tasted the cum he spilled getting Alan off savoring the taste.

Woah, that’s some good cum, you should let me get you off more often Alan, said Lewis as he continued to savor Alan’s seed.

Alan awakens again and says, “Ok you made your point”, as he began to enforce his willpower to gain control of his body. Get out, I want you out,

Alan just calm down, it’s not as bad as you think, said Lewis. Just don’t do anything reckless.

Alan then muster more willpower and attempt to pull the magic ring off, Lewis said, No no no, don’t do that, you’ll ruin everything.

What do you mean? said Alan.

If you pull it off like that, I will be left in your subconscious and my body will be inactive, said Lewis.

So then what do we do now, said Alan.

At this moment, Lewis closed his eyes and breath. After this, he was able to detach himself from Alan’s body.

Just as things were calming down. Alan begins to taste the aftermath of the climax and taste hair.

Ga uhhh!!! said Alan as he felt the hair and tasted cum aftermath. What’s this in my- is that a pube, as he got loud. No- No, I can explain, that wasn’t me. Lewis said as he begin to panic and raise his hand as to block something.

Alan then begins to charge at Lewis and after a quick wrestle, he took the ring from Lewis and put it on his finger. With a sinister look on his face he lunged at Lewis and pinned him to his stomach on the ground.

Let’s see how you like getting fucked with. Alan said as he phased through Lewis much smaller frame. Lewis spasmed for a moment than a wicked grin appeared on his face signifying Alan is in control.

Woah, I forgot what it was like to be a lightweight. Alan said as he proceeded to walk to the bathroom.

You’re not as big as me, but you have something going for ya. Alan said as he pulled up his phone to save one for the books.

Suddenly, there was a noise in the living room. There other friends Jay and Rico finally came back home. Alan got dressed quickly as Lewis and went to the living room.

Hey, what’s up guys, Lewis(Alan) says to Jay and Rico.

Well we left work and went to the bar to chill and there was this girl with a well shaped body and a fine piece of ass. I went to go talk to her and she had some guy friends who invited us to a party saying it’s gonna be huge. There’s gonna be music, weed, alcohol and best part sex. We know you bisexual, so we figured it also be an erotic dream for you. What do you think, Lewis? says Jay and Rico

Sounds like fun, imma go get dressed for tonight, says Lewis(Alan) to his friends.

That’s a bet, I’m looking forward to us going wild tonight. says Rico.

I’d invite Alan, but he be obsessed with work, school and gym. says Jay to Lewis(Alan)

Yea, we know how that is, Lewis(Alan), What a bookworm aha.

But yea, can’t wait to see you at the party bro, Jay says.

After they left, Lewis(Alan) went to his room and continued to check out Lewis body.

Don’t worry Lewis, I’m not gonna do what you did earlier, but I am going to use your body as the perfect bottom. Besides, imma save that energy for tonight, Aha.

We got a party to attend.

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

Soul To Hold: Paradise I

A Soul To Hold's story

I think I should have learned my lesson the first time, but if we're here, it's because obviously I didn't. Parker and I have been together for four years, and they've been the most wonderful years of my life.

He's everything anyone could want: strong, attentive, intelligent, a little... nerdy sometimes, but good heavens, I love it when he starts talking about the things he's passionate about. The problem? Parker, like his whole family, has a genetic "condition" that puts things very risky every time we leave the house, and someone could end up stealing his body.

And no, I'm not being sarcastic.

Parker is a "beacon", someone who can attract other souls (living or dead) to take over their bodies as they please. Of course, he doesn't control it or manage it, which got us into a really big bind last Halloween.

And since then, the problem has only gotten worse. It turns out that the broken necklace that night has caused his powers to spiral out of control like never before. You know what happens when flies and other insects see a bright light in the middle of a cold, dark night? They swarm towards it, surround it, and try to stick to it with all their might, even if it means bursting into flames. 

Well, that's what the souls surrounding Parker's body were like.

He's been possessed by countless people and spirits. His boss, a man in his forties with a gigantic belly, possessed him in the middle of a meeting, causing "Parker" to start rubbing himself against the table like an uncontrollable pervert, panting and putting his fingers in his mouth, lost in his own pleasure. It was incredibly lucky that the same idiot who possessed him ended up admitting it was his fault (in private, of course) and didn't fire him.

Another day, he was possessed by a neighbor, then a scrawny guy on the street, the ghost of an old man, a jealous nerd, and the list went on and on and on.

— Come on, we can go on vacation. You've already spent a fortune on those tickets and the hotel; we can't just let it go.

— Of course we can. I don't care about the money. If your body gets lost there, what am I going to do? No. That's a definite no.

— Wait – Parker reached out and placed his hand on mine, stopping me from frantically unpacking – How long has it been since I was possessed?

— I don't know. What does it matter?

— Honey, the last possession happened about three weeks ago. Gale and I have been trying to perfect a new collar to make it stronger so no one can steal my body again. See? I'm here with you, I'm not going anywhere, you have nothing to fear – he smiled slyly, caressing my cheek. I just pressed my lips together. Was that true? Really?... No, it was true. His body hadn't been stolen in almost a month, everything had been fine, maybe we could go to the beach. I desperately needed a vacation. I loved Parker, but it was tiring chasing after him like a dog that had gotten loose and was running flat on its back.

— Maybe... we can try – I nodded nervously.

Our trip was to a paradise destination, right on the Pacific Ocean, with light brown sand, delicious sunshine, palm trees everywhere, and that salty scent. The hotel had a pool, a spa area; it really was a dream come true, although, unfortunately for me, I was always on my guard. Even worse on the plane, I felt like everyone was staring at us, and it's not like I blame people for looking at Parker like that – I mean, those shoulders, biceps, and pecs are to die for. I absolutely love how thick and plump his legs look when he sits down and the muscle presses against the seat – but one wrong look and a tourist could end up inside him, with an all-expenses-paid vacation inside my boyfriend.

— Are you sure you feel okay? – I murmured, noticing how a guy was staring at us from a seat in front of us in the other row. It wasn't a look of surprise or strangeness (because yes, we may be in the 21st century, but ignorance is still lurking), it was more like… dark, almost with a desire. I tried to look away; Parker was just looking at his phone, trying to choose what music to put on his headphones.

— I feel fine, you don't have to worry about anything. I already told you Gale and I have been sorting that out. Just breathe, it's your vacation after all, right? – He winked at me before gently leaning in and pressing his lips to mine, his soft tongue trying to find mine while his arm pressed against my shoulder with affection and comfort – I love you.

— I love you more – I gave a soft smile, closing my eyes to make the journey more bearable.

Everything was normal up until that point. As soon as we got off the plane, we took a taxi to the hotel. The reception staff was also very kind, giving us exclusive wristbands and handing us our room keys. It was a fantastic place, almost like something out of a movie: white walls, the sound of water splashing in the pool, the aroma of food from the buffet, the warm, humid air, and the distant ocean.

— Where is our room?

— I think it's across the pool. It's supposed to be a deluxe room, right? – Parker was distracted, reading the room specifications, the entrance, exit, and those details.

There were a couple of people in the pool; some were swimming, others were talking while having their drinks by the edge, but there was one guy in particular. He looked about our age, a little chubby, his cheeks flushed from the heat, his hair wet. He regarded the others with a hint of jealousy, even resentment, isolated. His swimsuit did its best to cover him, but a few rolls of fat still peeked out at the sides. He was sprawled on a sun lounger.

We both walked back to our tower. The room was on the third floor. We carried our suitcases upstairs to the door. I swiped my card, and a tidy, uncluttered room with a fan spinning on the ceiling welcomed us. Parker closed the door, dropped our suitcases, and immediately took me by the waist, carrying me to the bed. I just giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck until my back touched the sheets next to the mattress.

— So... What do we do now? – he murmured, his breath ragged, his lips almost touching mine. I loved the way his face looked, so close to mine. I had to swallow hard, a soft giggle escaping my lips, my fingers tangling in his hair.

— I think... You know what… – I brought my lips closer to his, kissing him intensely, saliva trickling between us, our tongues clashing, his grunts. Everything was perfect. The way he placed his hands on the buttons of my shirt to unbutton it, I pressed myself closer to him, needing to feel his warmth.

— Mfhh, love, I think that... UGHH! – His eyes suddenly glazed over, his throat went tight as if he were swallowing, his expression blank. Shit.

— Parker, dear?! – I tried to reach out and grab his shoulders, but all I could hear were his grunts and guttural sounds. He was in a complete trance.

— MFHHHH! – He groaned again, his tongue sticking out slightly, his eyes continuing to roll back, turning completely white. He stayed like that for a while, falling back onto the bed and having spasms, one after another. His body was tense and erect. I tried to move him closer to the center of the bed, but I noticed he stopped moving, so I moved a little closer to him. I don't know when he opened his eyes, but slowly, they began to open.

— Ugh, my head – he said, slowly sitting up, dazed, and putting his hands to his head.

— D-Darling? – I murmured, although, given what happened next, I think the answer was pretty obvious. His eyes opened wide, like saucers. First, he looked at me, confused, but... Happy? He looked at his palms, noticing his new, longer, athletic fingers. Then he put his hands on his shoulders, tracing his biceps with a fascinated laugh.

— Oh my... Good heavens! – His hand sank directly into his pecs like pizza dough, his expression one of pure euphoria. He stood up, his gaze lingering on his abs, then quickly lifted his shirt and ran his hand around them, laughing maniacally – This is... Wow!

Then he began patting his thighs, eager, more excited than anything in the world. I swallowed hard. It couldn't be.

I left the room slowly. He seemed too enthralled with his new body to notice me. I pulled out my phone, selected a contact, and pressed the call button. I waited on hold for a while until someone answered.

— Hey, bro! How were your holidays? – a deep voice called out. It was definitely Gale, but he was probably in another body. I didn't want to ask right now.

— Um, let's just say they were good. I just have one question, Gale. Exactly what did you and Parker do with the necklace? Shouldn't it work better to… keep people away from his body?

— … What are you talking about, Dylan? I haven't done anything with Gale, or his collar. You know I don't even wear mine, so why would I know how to improve the protection on his?

It was like a bucket of ice water had been thrown on me.

— He hasn't… told you anything? – I swallowed – Doesn't anyone in your family know?

I glanced back out of the corner of my eye into our room. The guy who was now inside my boyfriend's body had the elastic of his pants pulled up and was swaying his hips with fascination as he watched his tool move.

— Dylan, I don't understand a damn thing you're saying. What's going on?

— Parker's been having trouble with his collar. It's not working; they've practically been stealing his body uncontrollably. Right now… Someone's inside him.

— What?! And why did you go on vacation if you knew this was going to happen?!

— Gale. I'm not in the mood for this. Can you do anything?

— And what do you want me to do?

— Last time you got inside him. I'd rather have you than some stranger. I just want to keep his body safe, be able to get him on the plane and bring him back home. I don't care about the vacation right now; I just want to keep him safe.

— It's a long way, Dylan. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't connect to his body. He's miles and miles away. The only solution you have is to try to bring him back so you can return.

— And what do I do with whoever's inside his body?

— I'm afraid you'll have to make that person leave of their own accord… Because of the distance, the connection between that person's body and Parker's soul is unstable. I don't think it's a good idea for you to get on a plane without my brother in control of his body – The silence was long – Um… I'll try to see what I can do to reinforce the collar's protection, or do something better, but I can't promise anything. If my family hasn't been able to control this in almost a hundred years, I don't think I can, Dylan, but… I'll try. Goodbye.

The beep ending the call continued to pound in my eardrums for a long time until I finally managed to put the phone down and hang up. What was I supposed to do? Getting those guys out of Parker's body was always a constant, almost never-ending struggle, and dude, was it going to be exhausting.

Thanks to months of research (more forced than out of curiosity), I discovered that the lighthouses don't exist just for the sake of it. It seems they had some kind of… divine mission, to fulfill the desires and dreams of others through their bodies. As if they were fairy godmothers for the living and the dead, the unfinished business of ghosts and other spirits still haunting the earth could be settled, allowing them to rest. In the case of the living, it was more a matter of… freeing the body without going to extremes.

Appeasing ghosts and entities was always much easier, and I only hoped my new “visitor” was one of them.

I re-entered the room with soft steps so as not to attract too much attention. Now he was standing in front of the mirror with a sly, almost mocking smile. “Parker” was running his hands over his chest, slowly and gently, as if performing a sacred dance. His breathing was ragged, panting for more.

— Damn, you’ve got a great body, man – he licked his lips, until he finally noticed me in the corner of his eye – Is this a… dream? – he smiled, excited, as if it were my mission to guide him.

— Uh, I… Yes, sure. It’s all a dream – I nodded, trying to look more convincing. He just frowned, lost in thought, before finally shrugging and making a rather stupid face, leaning back on the bed to slip his hand inside his pants and sniff Parker's tool. — Woah! This smells fantastic, it's so... vivid and real. Are you supposed to be my conscience or something?

— Sure, I'm your... conscience, like you said. Why do you think you're in this body?

— Meh, I don't know, vacations are boring when you don't have a good body – he muttered, lifting his armpit to sniff it, delighted by the aroma mixed with his own stench and a bit of deodorant. It was woody and at the same time, slightly sour with hints of masculinity. I had to restrain myself so I wouldn't end up with an uncomfortable tent in my pants.

— Why do you say that?

— Because… You know, duh, if you're my conscience, you should know – Our eyes locked for a long moment until he sighed and rolled his eyes – My university is supposed to be on a class trip, everyone's having a blast, except me. I don't have anyone to talk to, and it's not like they want to socialize much with the chubby guy in class. Flirt with some stranger? Yeah, right, they're going to start laughing like crazy at how my belly looks above my swimsuit.

I thought for a while, until I figured out what this guy wanted and how to kick him out. I just hope I can handle him well…

— Fuck, the water feels fantastic – The guy who controlled my boyfriend's body had his precious new possession soaked from head to toe. Drops of chlorinated water ran down his broad chest, a few tiny droplets gathering on his areolas before falling into the pool. He was wearing the tightest swimsuit he could find in Parker's backpack, reveling in his new thick muscles, those rock-hard biceps and thighs, swimming from one end of the pool to the other. Luckily, his classmates had left before we did, and he was hoping no one else would join us.

— Enjoy it, it's for you – I managed the best smile I could muster. Why hadn't he left Parker yet? We'd been swimming like idiots here for almost an hour, and he was still flexing arrogantly, constantly grabbing his abs underwater as if he wanted to etch into his mind the sensation of not encountering a voluptuous stomach. I even saw him rubbing himself against the pool filter, the one that sprays water in a jet... rubbing himself like an itchy bear against a tree, letting out soft gasps. What more did this guy want?!

I noticed his gaze, beyond the self-centered glances he gave himself every five seconds, how he kept watching me, lightly biting his lip, trying to act "casual", flexing his biceps every time our eyes met. I clenched my jaw. Was this really necessary? There had to be another way, although, if I had to do this to get Parker's body back... I preferred it to be my way rather than some attractive tourist finding his way to the pool.

— And... Do you like this? – I approached, slowly, whispering as if my velvety voice were a siren afraid to break the calm of the water around her.

— Damn, I love it. I hope I never have to wake up. There are so many things I'd like to do.

— Oh yeah? Like what? Why don't you... tell me about it? – My hand slid across his chest to wrap my hands around the back of his neck. His expression was initially confused, even frightened by the closeness, but I remained firm, trying to convince myself that this was Parker. If it was his body, it had to be easier to interpret. He smiled slowly, then wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me close. I felt our wet, damp tools begin to move against each other beneath the water. He let out a soft gasp, slowly bringing his lips to mine. I closed my eyes and braced myself for what was to come.

I felt him open his mouth, his tongue darting towards mine, a clumsy collision. Was this his first kiss, or...?

— MFHHH! 

What had been clumsiness instantly transformed into eagerness. He gripped both my cheeks tightly, kissing me with desperation and desire, as if we weren't in a public place. He began caressing the rest of my body, my arms, my chest, pulling me closer and closer to him like I owned him. I could feel Parker's obelisk shooting upwards.

— Mfhh… — he kissed me again for what felt like an hour, until he finally pulled away, his breath ragged and his eyes sparkling. 

— Damn, you have no idea how much I wanted to do that. My mind knows you're totally my type, right? – he smiled. I couldn't help but blush, nodding almost wordlessly so he could kiss me again, his fingers tangling in my hair. The intense kisses continued for a while until I felt his body stiffen.

— Ugh, damn it, my head, shit… – he muttered. I slowly pulled away, waiting to see what would come of it – Dyl?

— My love? – I moved closer again to hug him gently.

— Looks like someone got inside me, huh? – he sighed, looking down. I watched from behind us as the same chubby guy who'd been in the pool when we arrived got up, startled, from the lounge chair he'd been lying on, his eyes still a bit sleepy.

— And I think someone's been lying to me, haven't you?

— Dyl, I…

— Spare me the details. I know you haven't spoken to Gale at all, I know you haven't gone to see your family, and that your damn magic necklace isn't working. What's wrong, Parker? We're supposed to be a team. You're supposed to be telling me these things. Do you know the danger we're in now that we're here? What will we do if I can't get whoever's in your body out?

— But the vacation-

— I don't give a damn about the vacation! – I was so angry. I clenched my fists. I felt like a pressure cooker about to explode. 

— I thought I could control it, that I could master it better, love, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel-

— Well, you thought wrong, Parker! You can't control it, and you never will. End of story.

I groaned, wading through the pool until I reached the edge to grab my flip-flops and a towel, which I wrapped around my waist. I was practically trembling with anger.

— Where are you going?... – he muttered, like a scolded puppy.

— For a walk. I don't want to be with you right now. Go lock yourself in our room and turn off your social media. I'm serious. I don't want you to keep putting yourself out there – I clenched my fists and strode forward aimlessly, hearing Parker's pleas behind me. Was I... doing the right thing? Was I being correct about what was happening?

I didn't know, honestly. Everything was still spinning. Having his body stolen from him each time wasn't getting any easier, and honestly, I was starting to question whether I wanted to continue with this in the long run. How much of myself, how much of him, or even how much of our relationship was I willing to pay? How could I have been so irresponsible? I remembered how worried he was at the beginning, always wearing his necklace, trying to be as private and discreet as possible, his calm demeanor, his responsible and much less impulsive behavior. What the hell had happened to that guy I'd fallen in love with these past few months?

Now it was a vacation, but what about afterward? What if on our anniversary a waiter stole his body again? What if at Christmas he ended up in some dump because a homeless person was jealous of him, or even on our wedding day, what if his ex-boyfriend got jealous of us and ended up possessing him to make a scene?

Was that really what I wanted for the rest of my life? I inhaled a little, trying to walk to clear my thoughts, I just… wanted to be alone, I didn't need anyone at that moment.

📲. Hey, bro, I found something. I think you have to see it, call me when you can, it's urgent.

To be continued.

----

Hey everyone!

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it.

I think a special summer story was long overdue, and I was so eager to continue Parker and Dylan's story. It will only be a two-part mini-story (the next part will be out in July, so look forward to it).

Also, as you know, I just opened an account on X, which I'm really excited about. I consider it a bold move, and I hope you'll support me in it. There, I'll be posting captions, story promotions for Patreon, polls, thoughts, and other things related to the topics of body swapping, possession, hypnosis, transformation, and so on, which we love so much. And even more exciting, you'll be able to enjoy all that content without the restrictions that this platform usually has, if you know what I mean, hehe.

So don't miss the chance to follow me! Thank you so much for your support, really.

I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

Authors note: this was a comm from a while ago! I hope you guys enjoy it and if you want anything similar please feel free to hit me up!! DMs are always open! We also have a Patreon that gives everyone access to the discord where you can get everything first before anyone else! ___________________

God I hated my Brother, he was such a lil dick he keeps driving me crazy.

Maybe it was just the fact that I was having a bad day already or maybe he had just finally crossed the line. But I have had it up to here with my uptight goody two shoes brother Philip. Ever since we had gotten the new place I thought we would have finally had enough space to ourselves to relax, to chill without any of the overbearing bullshit of our family. That I could actually get to know my perfect older brother without his well fitted shirts and his tight slacks that left little to the imagination with his round ass and thunder thighs. But it turns out that when your brother grows up an academic book worm he stays that way in college with you and prioritizes a clean cut image at his fancy job when he could really be sitting back with me, pants unbuttoned and watching a game or two.

He would normally tell me I was letting myself go, just because I wasn't super hygienic and was super musky after all my workouts (I hate the gym showers can you blame me) and I would drink a beer or two every night didn't mean I was letting myself go. Just meant I was being free and he should try it too. Maybe it would put some damn meat on his bones and he wouldn't look so frail.

I just wish that if he was going to be such a buzz kill that he wouldn't touch my shit. Sure it wasn't properly organized and it was thrown out around the place haphazardly with clothes on crowded surfaces but I know where my shit is. He had a whole cleaning spree when I was out at the club and now I have no clue where my laptop is. I checked all my normal spots I emptied out every storage space it's just fucking gone and I'm furious.

So I went snooping around our place, it was just a two bedroom so I had some decent idea where to go and our layout. But what I wasn't expecting was a closet door between our rooms with an antique trimmed door waiting to be opened. My hand is pulling on the knob before I even know what I'm doing. This wasn't there, this has NEVER been here and there's not enough space for it.

So why was I being every dumbass white person in a horror movie, why were my eyes wide open as it revealed itself to just have a shelf with a single baseball cap. It had this insignia of a fucked up baseball glove. I even asked myself why I picked it up even though it looked like an old cursed or possessed article of clothing with an aura of foreboding but it was simple. I had a thought I knew to be absolutely certain and absolutely not my own, that that door was a door that only shows up when it's needed and that this hat would fix my bro for good.

I just had to get him to put it on and wear it which wouldn't be too hard. My brother would be tired after coming home from class. He'd sit down on the couch and that's when i’d strike. He wouldn’t see it coming, he’d be too tired to even really be upset about how I tore apart our place, just sat with his back to me. So I sat in my room waiting, my cock getting hard at the thought of the power I held, the idea of corrupting my brother, showing him the good life, what he was denying himself.

It wasn’t long before he walked in, sighing dramatically, through the cracked door I could see him run a hand through his perfectly blonde, combed hair. Adjusting his stupid tie he didn't need. He carefully set his bag on the counter, the satchel neatly placed, while his steps forward were all deliberate, his shoes already off.

When he sat down I struck, jumping through the door prepared for anything. I saw him jump, startled at the noise but before he can say anything, do anything I slap it down, his eyes going wide behind his glasses, at first in fear but it quickly transfers to bliss. 

“Ty..Tyler what what was that for!” he says, biting back a moan as I walk around the couch to look at him, the hat starting to shimmer. His body  twitches, his limbs seem to scramble for a second, arms shaking and legs spasming. He tries to reach up to the cap, maybe to pull it off but his fingers just wont listen, his twig like arms struggling to stay up as magic PULSES through him.

“Nothing bro, just figured you could finally relax a little. Get your head out of your ass and into what did you call my baseball caps last time?” I say smirking, enjoying his struggle, the way his body was fidgeting.

He says something but I ignore it, babbling about how this wasn’t funny. “Oh yeah get your head out of your ass and into one of those lazy douchebag hats I'm always wearing!” The word douchebag echoes out of my mouth and the magic ball cap starts to turn. Its brim, which was facing forward, started slowly ticking back. 

“No, Ty..Tyler bro- fuck I don’t say- Tyler stop this, its doi..doin somethin BRO!” His controlled, always frowning, smarmy face relaxing, taking on a dopey grin, he never said the word bro, never was chilled, this was all so new and so fuckin hot. His voice cracking slightly and Phillip’s flailing arms collapsing onto the couch with a thud. The hat was only a quarter of the way when I saw his body start to squirm under his already well tailored clothes.

Another PULSE shot through him, centered around his face and head, his hair going from well manicured, clean and soft to this frizzy, unmanaged greasy pile of curls and sweat. His brow furrowed, the bone underneath strengthening and pushing outward giving his once sharp feminine face an immediate masculine touch, his eyes glazing over  as his nose grew stronger, facial hair sprouting forming a chinstrap as his jaw became square, chiseled and his lips plumped up into these perfect kissable DSL’s.

His face was no longer this smooth, cute academic, it looked like a jock, a dumb meatheaded jock.

PULSE

The hat was glowing Brighter “Bro..Bro Ty its, its so warm BRO, its takin.. Taking my brain bro.” The pulse moved down his neck, his adams apple growing, his neck thickened. The hat using his brain as fuel, his personality being eaten away. His shoulders broadening, his collar, the seams of his shirt straining. The jacket burst when it got to his arms, the muscle breaking the fabric, it dematerialized, his button down strains further as his pecs explode, becoming this sturdy meaty slabs, but the final straw is his muscle gut that forms, or as he would call it, a beer belly. Memories of my lil bro keeping himself trim, doing cardio are replaced with late night parties, beer runs and keg stands. The shirt is torn to pieces becoming a beat up, smelly stained white tank. 

PULSE

Reality was being rewritten, Phil was begging for it to stop as his hands became this rough mitts made for grabbing beers, lifting weights and slapping asses. But that begging became moaning as pleasure rippled through him, these deep guttural groans of pleasure like an animal in heat.The hat was more then halfway now His legs were next, the thighs that were almost non existent became thunder thighs from all the heavy lifting, his calves were carved into diamonds even with him sitting on the couch watching tv a lot more recently. He was thrusting up into the air, his glutes packing on fat and muscle became perfect for worshipping

PULSE

It was almost done, the hat was almost all the way backwards, its energy shining horrendously bright as my memory of Phillip was erased, gone for good. The uptight brother I wrongfully resented for wanting what was best for me was replaced with Phil, a hard core horny ex jock who leers at you. Memories of him bossing you around, making suggestive comments about using your mouth and muscled ass. Spanking you when you’d walk by, whistling when it would recoil. I was forced to watch as my wish was twisted and his hard, veiny cock grew through his pants, becoming a monster 12 inches that BEGGED for attention, his balls filled to the brim with cum.

PULSE

My eyes were blinking rapidly, the house changed, no longer freakishly organized everywhere even with the mess I made earlier. It was a messy bachelor pad, underwear and dirty clothes everywhere, beer cans on the ground, pizza boxes spread out. Phillips' satchel was replaced with a different alcohol bottle on the counter Phil had already gone through. Our entire dynamic erased and rewritten, my desire corrupted, the hat was was a fucked up jock monkey’s paw.

PULSE

The hat was fully twisted around, our fate was sealed and it was only partial 

The tv was on, hard core gay porn was playing on the tv and Phil’s cock was throbbing, he was lightly moving his hand up and down, teasing it. “Yo Bro, wanna come jerk it while this himbo gets his ass pounded!” Phil says, cock leaking precum, getting slicker making it easier for his hands to slide up and down. His breath was hitching as he kept going.

I made a face immediately, grossed out at the offer, my sex obsessed, pervert brother absolutely disgusting to me. “Nah Bro, you know this isn’t my thing!” i didn’t want to start a fight, i didnt want him in here bossing me around.

“Whats not to like Bro, theres something so HOT about a big dumb Himbo bouncing up and down on a cock, pecs jiggling, eyes crossed, only thinking about how to make his top feel good!” Bro moved one of his hands under his wife beater, tweaking one of his nipples as he got off. His eyes were staring right at me now, not at the porn, leering at me at my body, like he was talking about me. I don't notice him grab the hat.with the other hand, how he carefully holds it just off his head, waiting to strike if I say the wrong thing. I’m to angry, too pumped up.

“I’m not into that shit bro, especially not with you, go take your dick and find a dumb ditzy himbo who will actually like sucking it!” Its said out of rage, out of anger, and disgust. But even if I didn’t hate my Bro Phil and how commanding he could be. How he would always try and pull shit like this, try and proposition me or leer at me, I just didn’t want to do any of that with my brother.

It was Phil’s turn to strike, He leapt to his feet quicker than I thought he could. His hat already off his head, a giant evil smirk across his face as he plopped it down on my shorter frame. It all happened at once, so fast so quick I couldn’t get out of the way and I definitely couldn’t get it off of me as I felt it CINCH around my forehead sticking to my head.

“Your right Bro, i do need myself a DUMB DITZY HIMBO, who will LOVE SUCKING AND SERVING MY COCK!” his voice echoes as he lightly strokes his massive cock, worry fills my head as I see out of the corners of my eye a dark sickly green glow emanate from the hat, the world slows down.

The first PULSE hit me like a freight train, my skin felt like it was on fire across my body, my semi pale, acne scarred body was WASHED clean, taking on this deep rich tan. My facial and body hair being lasered off by magic and any and all flaws disappeared as if I had been photoshopped. I watched as my bro circled around me, whistling at the first change. 

Another PULSE, this one deeper in my head, the hat began to tick, and as it ticked and rotated I felt a sucking sensation start in my brain, my thoughts slowing down man, becoming harder to think or focus. Another PULSE, My face taking on this look of a dumb innocent jock, lips becoming thicker, just like my BRO’s great DSL’s to suck hi- what the fuck i would never GET DOWN ON MY KNEES AND HOOVER AWAy- I dont think that way BRO, thats my Brother. But this new hunger, this desire to lick along his shaft, eyes glazed over as my tongue gently traces its way around the tip before my lips engulf him. The idea of him grabbing me by my new platinum blonde hair as he fills the hunger that finds itself forming all the way down my throat, that can only be satisfied by his length and his cum.

 My jawline was more chiseled and my cheekbones got higher. My hair took on this bright Platinum blonde while my eyebrows were perfectly tweezed into a nice arch.

PULSE

My body was hit with mass, my neck thickening, shoulders broadening, chest being made into this perfect set of Pillows for my brother to tease and play with while I sucked him off or bounced up and down on his massive coc- fuck no the hat was about a quarter of the way and as it sucked out all my intelligence, free will and identity, so that it could replace it all with him, serving him, his massive body. Doing whatever he told me so I could deep throat his cock, feel it fill my empty tight hole. I felt my arms expand, becoming the perfect gym bunny arms, biceps that bulged like mountains, sturdy triceps and wrists that made my meaty hands all the more stable.

PULSE

God Why wasn’t I on my knees RIGHT NOW. Fuck its progressing further, need to get this stupid- AMAZING hat off me. I felt my core tremble as abs cobbled themselves together, my waist tightening giving me this Dorito shape before my hips exploded outwards.I had this perfect V, a slutty waist for my brother to grab me by, to bend me over and hold onto while he fucked me silly. 

PULSE

It was almost halfway turned around, burning brighter, my head on fire as it fried my brain for all it was worth, I felt it looking around for more fuel, it didn't have much brains to work with like Phillip so it started to creep down my body, sneakily snaking through me. Phil was walking around me when I felt it, him SLAPPING my ass, causing what once used to honestly be kinda flat because I skipped Leg day, to RIPPLE. That warm energy SURGING, becoming a fiery heat as my ass piled on the perfect ration of fat and muscle. These two massive globes looked like a shelf, from every angle they were noticeable, I would never be able to hide them. WHY WOULD WE WANT TO!!! These big bouncy cheeks are gonna make bro so happy I cant wait for him to give them a quick swat, or to gyrate on his lap getting him nice and har- No I’m not some cock obsessed himbo.

The energy spread further in, diving between the cheeks, I felt my hole TWITCH. That PULSE from before was nothing, this one, this felt like 8 of them going off all at once, I lost my footing as my ass clenched, my hands grabbing onto Phil as my eyes rolled back. My hole, god it was empty, so fucking empty, empty empty empty, i needed it filled, I needed cock, fuck I needed phils cock so bad. I didn't care that I would never have wanted it before, didn't care that this didn't sound like me, the only thing I cared about was his hard, slick cock thrusting in and out of me.

Making this bouncy bubble butt took a lot of energy, fuel, essence and it needed to burn something else, something substantial, something I used. So when the hat finally found it, it wrapped around it, engulfing it in the same fiery PULSE as my cheeks, I felt it, I felt my cock shrink. My once decent six inches, my pride and joy I used for conquests, centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch was shrunk down to a tiny nub.I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting in the air, my balls which would have swung wildly dwindled down, useless no longer important. Neither body part had use, all my pleasure was focused on my ass, tits and mouth. Why would I need a dicklet when I had big bros to play with?

I felt another PULSE , my legs becoming strong, sturdy, able to hold myself in any position Bro would want me in, my flexibility increasing all over my body as I became the perfect fucktoy for Phil to use however he wanted, whenever he wanted. God I just wanted him, no I NEEDED him to want me and didn’t care what it took to please him, I would do it.

I had one last thought that I knew was mine, Tyler, not Ty’s, staring up at Phi, this man who was the peak of masculinity in my eyes, his beer belly out and proud, flexing his arms in a double bicep pose making my already horny mind race at the thought of the musk to worship in those hairy, sweaty pits. My mouth partially opened, pouting begging for his cock as it swung back and forth, drips of pre cum oozing out of his cock and onto my face. It was that I hated Phil, that I wanted Phillip, my annoying uptight brother, I guess you don't really know what you have till you lose it to a magical reality manipulating hat that feeds off of intelligence and cock size.. PULSE

God my Brother was so hot and strong, I love when he would command me to do things. Today were gonna be watching the game, but right now he is seeing how much precum he can paint with my face. His cock leaks it like a faucet and its like the hottest thing ever my god I just want to be covered in it. Some people used to say he was overbearing and commanding but I always found Big bro to be SOOOO HOT.

“Yeah, that's a good boy! So cute with your backwards cap on!” My eyes are following after his cock as it swings over my head, his balls hitting my chin. I feel his hand push the cap further down on my head, scrambling my brain one last time, burning up the last reality till I was just an empty headed himbo that needed both his holes filled.

“Even cuter when your eyes follow after my cock!” He does a quick dip/squat his cock swinging into the right side of my face, his precum and sweat glazing my face as he does, my mouth follows after trying to get it in there. 

“You are so fucking cock hungry its adorable bro, tell me how badly you need my cock!” he says quickly hitting the other side, my lips are almost able to kiss the side of his dick as it swings.

“Please Big Bro, i need your cock so bad, I’m so hungry Bro, im just a cock hungry slut for you bro please fill me up I’ll do anything!” I beg, my hands grabbing his legs, my ass jiggling as I plead with him. I see him stare at me with the predator like hunger, his hand squishing the hat on my hair one last time before ripping it off and throwing it behind him. It faded out of existence like it was never there. His other hand quickly ran through my lush platinum hair before grabbing it and holding it still.

“Okay boy, since your such a good, dumb, cock hungry slut, I’ll give it to you but only because you asked so nicely!” He has the widest grin on his face as he brings his cock down to my lips, smearing more precum across them as I greedily lap it all up. My tongue rolling around the tip of his dick as he lightly applies pressure to my face. I moan just thinking about what happens next.

“Open up and take it like the bitch you are!” He commands and I listen. He’s not gentle, why would Big Bro be anyway, he thrusts in, all the way. I love that Phil fucked my gag reflex away with his amazing fuckstick months ago. To feel him go from his tip ALL the way down to the root of his cock in one fluid motion was divine, my eyes rolled back as I felt his pubes smash against my face, his hands on the back of my head now grabbing fistsfulls of hair while he moaned. The smell of his musk, the feeling of it all happening so suddenly, overwhelms me and I can’t stop myself from jumping off the edge, eyes rolling back as my tiny dick fires shot after shot. 

He tsks through light laughter and wags a finger in the air, pulling his cock out halfway, and so quickly that hunger that he had satisfied with plunging all the way down returning, eating away at me. “So hungry you can’t control yourself slut, fuuuck i’m gonna have so much fun tonight!” he says, he quickly slaps one of my cheeks, a quick surge of pleasure floods me as I feel them both shake, he whistles before plunging his cock back in.

I can hear the game going on in the back, his thrusts are fast but even, his balls slapping into my neck. Hearing him talk about some stupid guy named Tyler, how he was happy he could finally get everything he wanted, a bitch to clean up after him, take care of his cock and not make any mess. That some stupid hat was the best thing that happened to either of us.

The sweat from his beerbelly his hot and heavy, soaking through my hair and forehead, his smell ingrained in my mind as an aphrodisiac. My hands move up and down his body, worshipping it like the god he is. His own cheeks clapping with every thrust as he takes exactly what he wants. I hear cheering from the game, someone is apparently near the end zone, Phil is getting faster, his hands are a bit rougher as he’s getting closer. Almost at the edge.

My stomach feels so full from his precum, my throat trying to swallow more and more of him as he skull fucks me silly. I’m so close again, his moans were getting louder, telling me how I was such a good boy for milking his cock. That I had to get ready to take it all, swallow all of his cum, to be his good lil bitch and that praise, that encouragement was all I needed to have my second hands free orgasm this time around. The thought of him painting my throat white making me throw my head back as he thrusts into my puffy, hungry lips.

“Here…here,...It comess you DUMB HIMBO!” he shouts as the screen yells touch down, he rapidly does three more smaller thrusts as he fores not one, two or three loads, five all down my throat.

“Now be a good bitch and get me a beer!” He says pulling out of my mouth with a plop and playfully slapping my face. 

God I loved My Big Bro and his massive cock so much, it drives me crazy!

"That's exactly the plan, dude. I'm gonna wear Justin over here and do whatever the fuck I want and in the end of the day, everyone will remember it as Justin's action as they are going to witness him doing all those things. Me? I'll remain the nice and respected high school History teacher for this district. They will buy the idea of me spending my summer studying ancient pyramids in Egypt and Mexico instead of partying with all the local college jocks and hot babes in the frat party under the guise of a fucking entitled douchebag of a redshirt senior. And you can join me too if you want, I have the bodysuit vial and a whole lot of contact list of Justin's friends as soon as I put this jock's on and access his iPhone with ease. So, are you in?"

│ NAME: "Student Bus"

│ CODE: STR-793

│ STATUS: [Active] — in containment, location [DATA EXPUNGED]

│ HAZARD CLASS: Safe

│ EFFECT TYPE: Object and personality transformation.

1. DESCRIPTION

The object is a 2008 Blue Bird school bus, school yellow, with 72 passenger seats. Externally, it is indistinguishable from a regular bus. License plate: [DATA EXPUNGED]. The windows, including the windshield, are tinted. The interior is visible only from the inside. The presence of a driver is unknown; the bus moves independently using [DATA EXPUNGED] and [DATA EXPUNGED].

Trigger: entry through the front door. It does not matter whether the engine is running. The victim can enter voluntarily or be carried in by an unauthorized person. The effect does not trigger if the victim is carried in unconscious. It was discovered and described in 20■■ in the city of [DATA EXPUNGED]. The object traveled along regular routes, picking up unsuspecting students and passersby.

1. PROPERTIES / ANOMALOUS CHARACTERISTICS

Upon activation, the victim experiences a sharp tingling sensation throughout the body. The transformation takes up to 7 minutes. Observers see a flickering yellow light through tinted windows.

Stages:

1. Musculoskeletal restructuring (1-3 minutes) – height change to a range of 180-195 cm.

2. Adipose and muscular correction (3-5 minutes), as well as changes to the skin and personal markings – tattoos, piercings, and scars disappear. Teeth straighten. Minor visual defects disappear.

3. Identity formation (5-7 minutes) – high PSI influence. Further research is required in the PSI Threat Department.

4. All stages are accompanied by physical changes to clothing, footwear, and personal belongings.

Final form: a physically perfect member of a college football team, aged 18-22. The victim's gender changes to male with a 98% probability (regardless of their original gender). In 2% of cases, the victim becomes a female cheerleader. Victims are fully aware of who they were before the transformation, remembering their name, family, and profession. However, the skills [DATA EXPUNGED] are "added" to their brain.

Reversibility: Not recorded.

■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■

"That's exactly the plan, dude. I'm gonna wear Justin over here and do whatever the fuck I want and in the end of the day, everyone will remember it as Justin's action as they are going to witness him doing all those things. Me? I'll remain the nice and respected high school History teacher for this district. They will buy the idea of me spending my summer studying ancient pyramids in Egypt and Mexico instead of partying with all the local college jocks and hot babes in the frat party under the guise of a fucking entitled douchebag of a redshirt senior. And you can join me too if you want, I have the bodysuit vial and a whole lot of contact list of Justin's friends as soon as I put this jock's on and access his iPhone with ease. So, are you in?"

When his friend recommended that Andy check out the newly opened corner store, he hadn’t expected to stumble into some rickety, dusty store that looked more like a storage shed than anything else. Still, the young man shuffled in awkwardly, doing his best not to bump shoulders against the dusty shelves and antique items. The shop owner didn’t seem to be any better, with only an elderly woman who seemed far more occupied with watching her black-and-white movie on her boxy television. If Andy didn’t know any better, it was almost as if he had stepped back in time with how old everything was here.

He wasn’t sure why his friend even told him about this place, and the young man was certain he wasn’t going to get anything. But something caught his eye, tucked away in the corner of the store. It was small and simple, just a slim box with red lettering. Andy wasn’t sure what exactly drew him towards it, but he felt a bit self-conscious standing around in the store for too long without purchasing anything. Grabbing up the stick, he hurried over to the counter and dug out his wallet to hand over a couple of dollar bills for the simple item. The store owner tore her gaze from the TV screen, only to stare back at Andy with a masked expression. Her eyes seemed to bore deep inside of his soul, practically rooting the young man in place as fear started to bubble up inside of his chest.

“...Careful what you wish for.”

Her words of warning still rang inside of Andy’s ears as he stumbled his way back into his room. After leaving the store, the young man met up with his friends and spent the rest of the day discussing their summer break plans and attending any upcoming Pride celebrations. But all he could really think about was that harrowing experience, and he hadn’t even realized he was back home until he was sitting on the edge of his bed. Somehow, the strange stick he bought found itself back in his fingertips once more, and his thumb idly rubbed along the rather smooth surface.

Swallowing thickly, Andy carefully read the inscription on the box. It seemed just as old as the rest of the items in the store, seemingly granting a single wish for whoever broke the stick. Still, Andy couldn’t help but rationalize his thoughts, if only to settle his nerves. There was no such thing as a magical, wish-granting stick. It was probably just some fad that made people do silly things, just like those old mood rings or magic 8 balls. Why was he so nervous about some stuff an old lady was telling him?

Andy tapped his chin as he thought about which wish he might want, in some silly hypothetical world where this actually came true. The young man hadn’t exactly had the best luck when it came to his dating life, or even sex life, for that matter. There weren’t many gay men around town, and the ones that were here didn’t even give him a second glance. Andy was always self-conscious about how he looked, given that he didn’t fit all those beauty standards that everyone else seemed to have about their partners or hook-ups. It also didn’t help that most of the people he did know were bottoms, just like himself. So much for compatibility and all that.

Sighing, the young man shrugged his shoulders as he mumbled his selfish wish, if not a bit sheepishly, to admit such a thing out loud.

“I wish there were lots of big, muscled, hunky gay tops who were interested in me.”

A sharp crack filled the emptiness in the dark bedroom as Andy broke the toy. And for a moment, the young man almost wished that something would happen. But the summer night air was just as silent as before, and Andy could only chuckle awkwardly as he dropped the broken toy pieces onto his bedroom floor.

“What am I even doing? That was so stupid…” he mumbled to himself as he flipped back the bed covers, tucking himself in for the night. “I’ve been watching way too many fantasy movies if I thought that would actually work.” Andy sighed as he closed his eyes, his mind trailing off about how much he wished Pride month would be different for him this year. Perhaps things were just that, a fantasy for him.

In the quiet of the night, from the cracked and jagged edges of the broken toy, a viscous, black substance began to bubble forth. It seemed reminiscent of something gooey, a slime that began seeping through the cracks in the wooden floorboards. Whatever it was, it would soon spread as quickly as it appeared through the town…

Want to know what Andy has wished for? Check out the master post here!

-------------------------

On the night of Hallows Eve, it is a witches duty to cut the strings of reality free and bind those she anoints to the powers that be. When Samantha Disdra was making her plans she had a lot in mind but thought what better way to consort the ancient powers then to do it with friends in revelry. It was the perfect night to gather them all together, all that excess joy and anxious energy would fuel the ritual and would create a space that let reality meet fiction. Where fairy tales, comic books and horror movies would grasp the mortal mind and let their vessels feel nothing but euphoria. For one night and one night only (unless some idiots stepped outside the spells range) her and her friends would let the masks take over and id run free.

She made sure that the ritual wasn’t permanent and set aside all of her tasks in the mundane world to prepare for this. Inviting all of her friends from college, her boring but nice co-workers and her boyfriend the stage was set, she just had to make sure Thomas bought everything on the list and wore their matching costumes, a cheerleader and a quarterback. A perfect easy way to ensure they would enjoy their night together and let loose, as long as they both wore the costumes.

A night of merriment, fun and raunchy sex couldn’t hurt anyone and it would all feel like a fever dream and less like a magical orgy.

Skylar______Pov

Listen when I say this, it's not that I just don’t care about Halloween, I mean I used to love it when I was a kid sure but now I'm like twenty six and am trying to get my shit together. Some of my friends would joke around and call me the dad of the group because of how I save, or handle things in a serious manner, or even with how I dressed in khakis, cargo shorts or new balance shoes. Basically saying shit like I was frugal or that I needed to lighten up but who could they actually rely on to drive them home after parties? Me and I wouldn’t even be petty and tell them off, just get them to the door and be on my way.

So I didn't really go for a costume when I was invited to my friend Samantha’s party. I knew she was really into the season and her vibe screamed Halloween but I was way more into just hanging out. So hopefully no one would put up a fuss or I could at least hang out with her pretty average boyfriend Thomas who was like a younger me, twenty going on twenty one who loved to party but also just wasn’t into any theme. We had known each other for over a year since they started dating and in that time I had really found a bro. 

So he was my saving grace in this, I would maybe drink a little. See about hooking up with someone and if all else fails uber home and watch some horror film. It was going to be a good night no matter how it went and I was just going to go with the flow and get some time to let loose with my friends. Hey if there were no problems at all maybe next year I might “TRY” to find a costume for this, yeah when pigs fly.

I looked at myself in the mirror, my polo was crisp, a light blue that I loved and was loose enough for me to be comfortable. My cargo shorts while old were perfect for keeping my phone, keys, wallet and a few other things through the night necessities on me  (like aspirin). My long white socks and new balances finished the fit off perfectly, sure I’d get called a dad again but it was better to just go with it instead of fighting it. Hell, I'll bring a pair of sunglasses with me so that if I need to I can pop my collar and put those on and just say I’m “Cool Dad” or something.

Thomas____ Pov

God Samantha was going to be such a bitch tonight. She had given me basically an entire laundry list of things to do, to help her prepare for her party but my god some of this shit was so random. I mean it was bad enough that she bought me some dumbass football costume but then I had to go to a butcher shop in 2025 for some specific goat meat and then some weird spice and incense place. Mind you that is after shopping around eight different grocery stores, what was I to this woman some fucking butler. It drove me up a fucking wall being treated like a servant and less like a partner, just because I was younger and still in college didn’t mean I was just some stupid frat boy.

Hell I didn’t even work out that much to be a frat boy or a dumb jock and I definitely wasn’t wearing some awful jock costume at the behest of my girlfriend. Lets not sell myself short, I may not workout much, and I focus more on school but I was still attractive. Slim build with some tone, I had a decent chest and a stomach people worked their asses off to achieve (thank god for 20 year old metabolism). My girl also always complimented my ass, sure it gave me the wrong type of attention normally when I DID decide to dress in tighter clothes it would always show.  Hell Sam called it a bubble butt, she also was kind of a big fan of my dick, heh god we had so much fun.

 I walked through the door, my head held high and biting my tongue. There was a lot I was willing to do but I was not going to get in a fight with her on her favorite holiday. Moving through fake cobwebs, hanging ghosts and walking past coffins and fake skeletons I found my way into the kitchen. Sam was in the dining room, her back turned to me as she looked over a comically sized cauldron basically meditating.

“Hey babe, i got the things you asked for?” I was a little worried, curious too but mostly worried, what was she into? She was wearing that cheerleader fit, my god she was hot. Kind of made the crazy worth it the way that the spandex hugged and accentuated her curves. Her hair a beautiful blonde tied up in a high pony, and going back to those curves- that skirt was so small and perfect I couldn’t wait to lift it up tonight an-

“Oh, perfect just in time you have like 30 minutes to get ready, you can leave that there and I’ll finish up!” She says not even looking behind her to see me, just chipper and happy with getting what she wants. I drop the stuff, and walk out. Sure, I’ll be ready but I was not going to dress up, especially without even a proper hello or greeting for getting her what she wants. 

“Okay see ya then babe!” I walk up the stairs changing into my business casual clothes, a polo and shorts. Sure Sam would be pissed but I would make it up to her later and that's something I could promise.

_________________________________ Skylar

The entire block was busy, covered in cars and halloween decorations, if there was one thing Samantha was good at, it was throwing a party. I remembered meeting her the first time at the office like five years ago and she was the life of the party at every function she put together. It was like magic and damn was she a fucking smoke show. Like don’t get me wrong Bro code is everything but sometimes I wonder about what it would have been like if I could have just gotten a piece of that. Sure her boyfriend treated her well but I know I’d just ruin her.

I’m glad she invited me, I know we didn’t always get along at the beginning, her first party I had gotten a bit more than just my normal drunk and made a pass at not just her but all the women at the office. To be fair, I was just fresh out of university and didn’t really know the corporate landscape. Now I’m a much wiser guy five years later and me and her get along great. 

If I thought the street was packed, the front lawn was insane, multiple people drinking and hanging out in costumes. So many different types of superheroes, i mean I know everyone loved the MCU. There were plenty of captain americas, Spidermans and winter soldiers, even that new sentry guy, i just didn’t think I would see nearly as many supermans and wonderwomans. Hen there were all the slashers and horror movie villains. A good variety this year, and nothing really shocked me except for maybe the fact that some of these guys on the lawn were dressed just as slutty as some of the girls. Not used to that heh.

Pushing through the crowd and past the giant spider and gravestone decorations I made my way inside. Everything was covered in scary and aesthetically pleasing decorations, furniture draped with seasonal throws, snack platters themed around candy and walls lined with different spooky halloween scenes. It was like a halloween wonderland and I almost felt like a kid again, sure I wasn’t all that into the whole holiday anymore but this was amazing. AND SO WERE THE WOMEN. My god the amount of baes dressed in basically lingerie I couldn’t help but gawk at first, there was this one nurse that i couldn’t stop staring at her chest until she said something.

“You’ve got your own tits bozo look at them instead of mine!” Damn she had some bark, and it snapped me back into reality and reality was still surrounded by babes. Some of whom had heard the nurse and gave me a look and others who were getting too drunk to care. I’m glad the girl pointed out that my chest was showing off in this polo, I really did want to show off the gains from the gym, especially if I wanted to pick up some ass tonight.

I had to make sure I got an early start with everything, Sam made it very clear that the real event would start pretty soon after the initial start of the party and that I wouldn’t want to miss a single moment. She also said to “make sure I had my costume on right and didnt get confused”, again fuck doing some of this bullshit but this part seemed serious. I really hated cryptid bullshit but she was a party queen and anything she was doing would be fantastic

I ran into a few different women, each hotter than the last, some with boyfriends and some freshly single and very open to flirting and most of them said about the same thing unprompted, which was “what were you supposed to be?” and then without me even being able to answer “Oh your probably “Dad” right that's such a dad fit” I guess I was right that they would make comments. Just didn’t expect it to be in mass, it only was a problem right before I finally found my Bro when this smoking chick walked up to me.She was dressed up like this angel, wearing a white lingerie corset and some skimpy shorts. Her wings were tiny and halo just a simple plastic circle painted to gold. She looked slutty and just my type.

“Hey, what are you drinking there?” I try to just act casual, eyes focused on her, she had so much makeup on it was impossible to ignore. 

“Oh just whatever is in the punch bowl, it's like totally jungle juice!” She's vapid, probably already drunk. Her drink sloshing around in its red solo cup as she looks at me. My eyes are trying hard to stare at hers and not her tits. I want to keep this conversation going it be a guaranteed fuck later I kept telling myself.

“So what are you? My sexy guardian angel?” God this was so cringey, I hated this part of picking up girls at parties. It was always hard to think of a good pickup line that would actually get me what I wanted. She makes a face but passes it off I think

“Heh, Like I don’t think that's what the package said when I like bought it” She twirls her hair, taking a sip of her drink, okay i made it awkward fuck. The room was starting to feel heavy, like the air was slowly taking on this weight, or maybe presence. The music in the background began to quiet and this dull, intrusive thump of a heart beat began to peak through, the walls looked like they were moving and swelling, the decorations becoming abstract. I swear I saw the lights in the room flicker and the floor shake, but it's like I couldn’t outwardly react, my body refusing to register this insane event transpiring.

“Well maybe we can look at a different pa-” before I can finish my Bro Thomas walks in putting his hand on my shoulder. I feel this thrum in my body, like my own heart matching the beating walls and sounds, the angel girls eyes looking between the two of us. Words whispering in the air, brushing against my ear and forcing them into my head. A small pulse slowly echoing through my body.

“Aye bro so glad I’m not alone in this!” I immediately feel him give me a bro side hug patting my back. He was dressed in something similar to me, a light blue polo and tan shorts. 

“Ofcourse man you know i’m not one to..” Before I can finish the angel bimbo interrupts me.

“Omg that's so cute you guys did like a duo costume as father and son!!” she audibly eeks this, and for a second I’m filled with this sense of dread. That pulse from before gets bigger, heavier, the words others have said earlier whisper louder, clearer. “Omg you're dressed like such a dad” or “what are you supposed to be a dad?”  My chest starts to feel heavy as the heart beat gets louder and the pulse settles in my chest the words “You’ve got your own tits bozo look at them instead of mine!”. My eyes are circling the room, I see other people in the room look around confused, some lost in a daze/trance.

“Its a kind of weird COUPLES COSTUME to be father and son but whatever floats your boat!” the angel's eyes sparkle as she says it, her halo starting to glow brightly. Her words come out more certain and self assured. Those words hang heavy as she says them, both me and Thomas sputter out some sort of response, saying that they were straight. That we’re not dressed as father and son but it falls on deaf ears or maybe the beating is getting too loud.

“Father- Son - Father Son- Father SON, FATHER SON!” Dissonant voices whisper in my ear, my eyes squinting as it repeats over and over again. I look over at Thomas and I feel that same PULSE from earlier reaches out and extends to him. Wrapping around him, tying us together with a knot, my stomach flipping, blood pumping through my body as my breath gets more erratic. 

“Couples Costume, Couples Costume, COUPLES COSTUME!” The voices start overlapping again, that magical knot strengthens, the blood pumping in my body starts moving lower, that warm pulse echoes and I feel my cock start growing, my balls churning.

That warmth gets hotter as my chest rises but refuses to fall getting bulkier, my shirt stretching as pillowey pecs forming strain the fabric of my polo. My nipples harden and bulge, becoming more sensitive as 

“No listen babe, I was totally ooogling your tits, I am not into Thomas or any dudes massive pecs or hungry bubble butts and long cocks… What the fuc-” The last words spill out of my mouth without my control the girl just laughs. Thomas looks scared, his body freezing up, his own breath hitchiung and my eyes can help but travel down to his shorts, landing right on his bulge as it slowly distends the fabric, pushing further out as he gets harder and harder.

Words echoing louder and louder from before “Omg you're dressed like such a dad” or “what are you supposed to be a dad?” God it was getting so hot in here, so hot and I was getting so horny I tried to focus on any of the women in here, all in different stages of transformation as they suffer the same as we do. My eyes finally landed back onto the bimbo, now basically an angel and l can’t help but wonder and maybe worry what happens to me next, eyes drifting to her tits for one last glance. “You’ve got your own tits bozo look at them instead of mine!” My chest is getting heavier, hair piling onto it all of a sudden as shivers go up and down my spine. Images of a Life I have never had start trying to bombard me.

“Uhuh, I’m sure that's true DADDY, you and your son have fun being perverted sinners in public!” Her words echo and blast into me joining the chorus, her wings look larger and her halo glows as she begins to float away. The other people at the party convulse, and grab their heads, some of their costumes like masks and skin tight muscle suits begin to sink into flesh, becoming impossible to remove, moans and groans echo the halls as the beating walls continue to beat faster and faster.

“Bro, Bro, whats going on bro, I can’t can’t…FUCK..Bro..DA..Bro my my cock!” Thomas’ hands move up and down his body feeling himself. His skin shifted,  his forearms toning as his biceps bulging.

“Dude..Fuck, your so..so..ho..Dude I thin..I think people are becomin..becoming fkkk… becoming their costumes dude!” I say through gritted teeth, I feel my arms grow heavy as they gently caress my growing pecs. I see hair start growing up and down my arms in smatterings, skin aging as it reconstructs. Muscle packing on as my shoulders broaden and biceps become boulders. My neck widens, Adam's apple expanding rapidly as my voice deepens and moans. Why did I keep looking like Tom-Thomas like that

The people at the party are going crazy, their transformations happening rapidly. I watch in fascination as a guy dressed up as Nightwing with a rainbow chest symbol instead of his normal blue, with an obvious butt pad throws his head back. His body filling out to perfectly fit the suit, his chest these perfect mounds, with strong shoulders. His waist trims perfectly, and his bulge rapidly grows to fill out his pouch. His cock and balls pushed obscenely against the fabric. He’s wailing in moans of pleasure as his thighs thicken into perfect thunder thighs and his calves carve into diamond.  I watch the obvious stiffs pads this man had probably put in the back of his suit begin to sink into his flesh, the padding rippling and jiggling as it becomes flesh-like. The last thing to change is his face, his jawline getting sharper and lips poutiers. His hair goes from curly blonde to slick black. Becoming what looked clearly like a porn parody of nightwing as he groped his new fat jiggly ass.

“Fuc..My … Dadd.. but we dont..Fuck.. ASS.. we don’t have a costume Bro, like clearly we don’t, neither of us fucks with the holiday like that!” Thomas screams, his mind fighting off the changes as his shorts inseam shrinks smaller and his shirt gets tiger. His pecs pushing it further, my mind drifts to us in some garage gym, me over him, domineering in just some basketball shorts as he does some bench presses. My eyes roaming his body as he drips sweat, his face looking up at me in lust.

“Fucks, no we..we don’t boy..Fuck bro but everyone says we do.” My once average trim build explodes as a muscle gut forms on my stomach pushing my shirt even farther, my back muscles tensing and growing, My legs are next becoming tree trunks, my shorts barely keeping up as my ass and erection push the seams to their limits. My ass was like two globes and my cock went from an above average six inches to a fucking monster ten inches. Fuck I.. Fuck I am so horny and my boy, no my bro is right there, still fighting it.

No that wouldn’t do, no I needed my Br… Boy, fuck no this wasn’t me, I’m not his Dad, I’m not his father, I’m Skylar, I work in a shitty ass company to- PROVIDE FOR MY BOY- fuck no, I’m Skylar and I work for me..Me and my boy to have a good life. Yeah I’m Tommy’s Daddy and I couldn’t wait to…to.. We need to fix this. Looking at Tommy’s struggling face and slowly inflating muscles I couldn’t help but lick my lips or I could give in. I could give into this fucked up fantasy and have my way with my son, my boy, my TOMMY. I could let this magical energy thrum through me and age me further, what was I now thirty-nine, no I was forty-three. Fuck and Tommy looked like he was just entering college fuck my son was so hot and he was only going to get hotter.

___________Thomas- Soon to be Tommy

The party was getting insane, people were literally losing themselves to their costumes. I had tried to find Sam earlier, talk with her and tell her I was upset about how I was being treated but I just couldn’t, not with the crowd moving around the way it was. I just had to mingle and drink my feelings until I found my da- BRO I mean my Bro and that chick called us father and son, and a couple?! Oh my god it was almost as insane as the magic transformations and shit. But watching Da- Dad- im trying to think hjis name but DADDY keeps burning my brain instead. 

Looking over at him as energy pulses through the both of us I can’t stop my eyes from widening. A look of insanity and pleasure plastering itself on his slowly aging face as his sin becomes slightly weathered. Wrinkles crossing his face, facial hair sprouting around his lips and stronger chin, and his hair taking on a salt and pepper look. My bro was looking like some dude in his forties instead of a twenty-six year old. Not to mention how his thickening neck led to broader shoulders, massive arms and a pillowey set of pecs I couldnt wait to moto- Fuck no I do not want to motor boat this man tits.

No this wasn’t happening, I would not let it change me. That weird litany of voices and thumping of a distant but loud heart beat kept echoing as a warm pulse kept battering against my mind. Trying to change me, who I am like it was changing DADDY, no he’s not. Fuck if I keep thinking of him the more it changes him in my mind to be daddy I need it to not. I felt the thrum of power through my mind and down my body anchoring me further to… da..him. His gaze turned to me, corrupted, insane and horny beyond comprehension.

“Boy, it seems like you're fighting the truth right now!” The way he says that feels bone chilling, his body moving closer to me as he stands tall and firm. His body heat radiating off of him as he gets so fucking close to me his mouth is right next to my ear. 

“Br.. Bro..DAD..what are you, what are you doing dAddy?” My voice catches in my throat, pitching up as words tumble out. I can’t stop this, my voice is cracking and getting higher than it was in puberty, I was sounding like SUCH A TWINK oh my god. Whats a fucking twink?!

“Just getting close to my son, don't you love me boy, don't you love your DADDY?!” The words ring in the air with the beating heart of the walls. The room is spinning and I feel each syllable latch onto me, burrowing into my skin, through my muscles, up my bones and into my mind. Breaking the barriers down. I grit my teeth.

I feel his hands reach out and slowly, gently caress my body, my torso trembling as his hands glides under my shirt and  around my body like a knife cutting through butter. That warm pulse expands where his hands go, the hair that laid there coiled and brown evaporates as if they were nothing. I hear him moan.

“No,. no Daddy stop..no this isn’t right..I’m not..not your boy, we..we were bros..Sk..DADDY please remember!” I almost get his name out, I can feel it, i’m gonna win, I think I can fight this stupid magic bullshit, I can take my life back. But trying to say his name IMMEDIATELY increases the intensity of whatever is going on, the thrumming power surging through the house focuses on me, I feel the rest of my body from the nose down become completely hairless, my skin softening and smoothing.

“No Boy, you don’t want me to stip do you, you want this, you want daddy, Daddy is good for you, Daddy knows best, if you want to be good you’ll listen to daddy, good boys LISTEN to DADDY don’t they? I think they do I think every good boy LOVES to listen to their DADDY and your the best GOOD BOY their is!” His hands started kneading my flesh, his words whispered directly into my ear as they battered my mind. My eyes tightened, trying to fight against this outside force. But as his hands moved, they moved lower till they slowly reached the top of my ass, his hands diving into my shorts, pulling them down with force as they SQUEEZED each cheek for every word he emphasized.

Magic pulsing through me as he focused on my ass, my body couldn’t help but arch my back, small moans leaping from my lips begging for more as I feel a PULSE rush through my body. My cheeks felt like balloons filling with air, fat and muscle growing my once average ass into jiggling mounds. My ass fatter and better then any of those basic bitches on instagram….. Wait, what the fuck was that thought, I don’t think like this, i don’t talk like that. Like some vapid, dumb stupid whore. I feel the front of my shorts strain as the waistband that was hanging onto the bottom of my cheeks gets fully distended.

“No..No Daddy, Daddy I don't, i dont want to be.. BE YOUR GOOD BOY!” I try and fight it, but as I do he rears his hand back and spanks my left cheek. My ass IMMEDIATELY rippling as sparks of pleasure rake through my body, eyes rolling back as words force themselves out of my mouth. My lips tingling and plumping mouth salivating as images of DADDY flood my mind. Him in different states of undress, his massive, delicious, leaking cock hanging over my face. His hairy chest being worshipped by my mouth, lips and tongue. His beautiful belly resting against my back as he rails me.

These aren’t real. I know they aren’t real, but it feels real. It feels good. Hours spent in the gym with daddy to hone my physique. I feel his hands leave my ass and drift up my back and around my chest. His fingers playing and manipulating my nipples. Like he was tuning the magic changing me for his pleasure. Making me in his image as any good daddy should. I was so lucky to have the best Daddy in the world. I felt my nipples grow, expand, becoming harder than diamond and one of my most sensitive spots.

Mass piling on my chest until they became perfect muscular peaks. Pillowey pecs that sat perfectly across my growing broad shoulders. He keeps playing with my muscle titties and I feel My waist tapered inward, making my giant ass and perky muscle tits look like such a hot fucking hourglass figure. I mean the way my Daddy’s hands just perfectly wrap around my trim waist and power fucks me. If I wasn’t close to cumming before I definitely was now. I feel abs cobble themselves together across my torso, my thighs becoming perfectly thick from the runs Dad makes me do and my calves like carved diamonds from soccer. My balls are churning so much cum as my cock leaks at just the thought of Daddy and being a good boy for Daddy, that's all I want to do, is be a good boy for him. That's all I could be was a GOOD BOY… No, find some fight Tommy…Tho..TOMMY..No my name's TOMMY.

I can’t let this happen. I didn’t know if this was permanent but I was losing my name, my mind, everything was reeling as I felt my father play with me. He’s not my..Fuck daddy was so good at tweaking my nipples, he was always so handsy when he drank. No, I had to get out, I couldn't stay. But wouldn’t it be so hot to unzip dad’s pants and let him rail me in front of everyone at this party? Daddy was so hot when he’d fuck me anywhere and everywhere, taking me however he wanted, his hand trailing down my back to my ass, his fingers parting my cheeks searching for my hole. I bit my lip as he did just that.

“You want it so bad, we made this ass in the gym for me TO FUCK. For me to USE. You exist and LIVE! For my pleasure. Fuck your such a hot fuck toy. Love thes fuckin tits, these muscles, your never leaving me are you boy?” His fingers were pressing against my hole, god they were so thick, so long, they felt good the pressure felt good he was teasing it. Tracing around it.

I felt the thumping heart get faster, the walls closing in, the echoing magic racing through my body and mind.Washing everything that didn't matter away, it was all garbage. My life, my sexuality, none of it mattered, only Daddy did.I hadn’t even thought of that cheerleader bitch since I got around Daddy, why would I, I was the gayest himbo you’d ever meet at my university and I only had eyes for one man and as he pushed gently against my hole, my eyes rolling and mouth moaning like a mad man I KNEW i was near the edge, my cock was so hard, begging for release, his finger inching in me, getting closer to my prostate I know I wouldn’t be back. But I didn't care. 

One hand fingering me, the other wrapped round my tits I started begging, not for it to stop, but for more. His finger thrusting in and out slowly, my naturally lubed up, wet hole letting it slide in and out getting a little deeper each time. But he refused to push my button to hit my prostate. He had an evil grin on his face, my moans weren’t enough. The primordial magic building further and further getting to a point it would erase EVERYTHING and he wanted me to say, for me to willingly give it up and I WAS READY TO.

“Fuck, Daddy please fuck me, please fuck me I need it. I need you, I need you in me. Please, please, please rail me, I need you Daddy. I wanna be your good boy, your cum slut, for you to fuck me monday to sunday however you want. Please I need you, USE ME, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DADDY!” My voice ringing through the halls, the magic completing as Daddy pulls his finger out and presses his cock against my hole, not even teasing my rack, hotdogging his dick between my thick cheeks. He was desperate just like me.

“Anything for my BOY!” And he thrusts in and EVERYTHING GOES WHITE. His thick ten inch monster obliterates me in every sense as I cum everything out. Firing load after load as the head of his cock pushes past my prostate and deeper then anything else ever would go. My body tensed and hole becoming a vice grip immediately trying to milk his cock. His moans were glorious as I let out a silent wail of pleasure. There was no such thing as pain with DADDY, there never would be. The feeling of his pubes against my ass was like nirvana being this full.

His hands on my waist as he slowly pulled out before thrusting back in, moaning and groaning. “Fuck your perfect boy, your my perfect, amazing.,” He thrusts again going faster, my eyes going white as his words sunk into me, his hands holding my waist just so right. I could feel one of them move up to hold my shoulder, the other letting go and spanking my ass. Getting faster as his breath gets more ragged “Slutty, hot, sexy boy. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, I love you. I love you I love you I love you!”

“I love you Daddy, fuck you fuck me perfect, i love your body, your cock, your mind. Daddy please never stop fucking me!” I'm thrusting back to meet his thrust, my ass jiggling every time as they bounce back and forth. I can only imagine how hat daddy found that. The weight of his stomach fully falling on me, his pecs against my back and shoulders as he uses all his strength to fuck me how I deserve. He’s not talking anymore, he’s just moaning and grunting as he loses himself to pleasure. He isn’t the only one, everyone at this party is doing the same, falling to base carnal needs and desperation I had never seen before.

I know Daddy’s close I can feel it, he’s right on the edge and I am again. Daddy always made me cum so much from my useless cock. Fuck I need it I need it so bad I need dad to breed me.

“Please, Daddy, DADDY please Breed me Daddy, I need it, fuck it deep in me, i want to always feel you like this!!” my words echoing breaking into his mind like a command, that tether from earlier that connected us tying deeper as he gives in, whispering in my ear about how much of a dirty slut I was, how he would love to breed me forever and make me his cum slut. 

I was begging for us to cum together to have that epic release as father and son and he grunted deeply, agreeing, our balls tightening as everything started to get fuzzy and blurry around the edges, my life with Daddy solidifying further as he came deep into me, thrusting more and more getting it deeper with each load making me fire off my own. It was a solid five minutes of orgasming before we stopped, before he pulled out of me and stood up. Looking at me bent over a couch filled to the brim with his cum and looking at him with those pleading eyes like the horny slut I was. I couldn’t get enough of him and he just smiled.

Picking up our clothes and putting in a bag he had he put it around his arms before picking me up bridal style. Carrying me out of the house. Past the threshold of the magic and into the outside world. Where the spell would become irreversible. Our lives and reality soldifiying as Daddy took me home.

I loved my Daddy.

_____________________________________ Samantha epilogue.

I woke up to a trashed housed at five am. And all I could think was FUCK MY LIFE. ofcourse my useless boyfriend ended up not wearing the costume I picked out for him, but worse he was nowhere to be found and his room in the townhouse we shared WAS GONE. Not just his stuff his entire room. Like there was never another person living here.

To make it worse I felt like SHIT i don’t know how cheerleaders do it, All i know is im tired, exhausted, halloween was a success but I was single and pretty sure more then a few people left the damn threshhold and were out fucking up the barrier between reality and fiction out there. Oh well something to remember for next halloween!

_____________________________