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The moment
I saw from afar as Detective Carl Conan approached Vince, a low rank drug smuggler. We knew Vince very well⌠he was a guy that was a regular in the precinct. Still, he had a loose tongue, so it was pretty easy to get information about the bigger dogs. I saw my friend talking with the smuggler. It seemed like a normal conversation. Honestly, we have done this so many times that I didn't think that I was needed for support. Really, Vince was not a dangerous guy.
However, the conversation quickly turned... bizarre. I saw that Vince pulled a weird amulet. It looked like a dream catcher. Then he collapsed to the ground. âCall an ambulance, I think he just has a drug overdoseâ Carl said to his walkie-talkie. I did so as my friend relaxed in a nearby car. He was clearly frustrated and very worried. But then a creepy smile appeared on his face. He started looking at his hands. He touched his face and chest in a weird way... It can only be described as extreme joy. Then he moved his hands under his pants and I saw as he stroked his dick. I should have said something. Is he getting aroused with the death of Vince. Absolutely not. Carl is not like that. Then, what the hell is happening?
Arcade Reward
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.
Arcade Reward
Holy moly! Am I dreaming? I seriously can't believe I won something like this, damn! Just look at these huge biceps, these pecs⌠My face looks like an angel from the Palace of Versailles!
Is all this mine now? I mean, I'm not complaining, but wow! This definitely wasn't part of my plan when I came to the arcade today.
I've always loved arcade-style games, with claw machines to pull out plushies, dance machines, racing games, basketball games, and scoring games â everything was fantastic. I've always been slim, and I wasn't bothered by it; it was normal for me. I had dates, friends; maybe I wasn't super popular at college, but I wasn't invisible either.
My skill at playing arcade games was impeccable. I always ended up winning prizes with tickets, and I even managed to win an Xbox controller once!Â
I went without fail, I could spend hours there. I'd been saving my reward tickets for the "grand" prize. Unlike other times, the biggest prize of all was hidden, just there... waiting. And since I'm a curious person and basically addicted to these machines, I worked hard for a whole year to get 10,000 tickets (it was a lot of money and hours invested).
I thought it might be a laptop or some kind of gaming computer, but damn, this was way better!
It turned out that to attract new customers and encourage the survival of these kinds of arcade places, which were declining by the era of consoles and mobile games, they had introduced new types of... Rewards.
Bodies, to be more precise. Who wouldn't want to have their dream body for a day? To try being some athlete with huge muscles, maybe a businessman, or even a motorcyclist! It turned out that the prizes, durations and body types varied like you were choosing your character in a video game; the possibilities were endless.
But in my case, all the tickets I'd collected, and being the first to achieve it (and the official face of this new points and tickets system), was me! And of course, I'd have to keep my new prize for the rest of my life.
I don't regret it at all. My old body and life can go to hell, this is awesome! I love how my jeans fit my thighs, how my biceps pop with the slightest movement, how good everything looks. I FEEL SO HOT!
I know I said I used to date, but with this body, I'll be unstoppable! I can have any guy I like eating out of my hand; they won't stop flirting with me when I go to bars!
And I mean, it's not like just because I won the prize once, I automatically have to give up on playing. Actually⌠I can try to win the grand prize again. If I could do it once, I can do it again. Iâm right? I wonder what it will be this time, but for now⌠Damn, I love my new body.
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CORPUS, Inc - Pride
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CORPUS, Inc - Pride
CORPUS, Inc. was basically the most important (and only) company in its niche. Every program involving possession, body swapping, renting skinsuits, or anything else you could imagine, was guided by them. From small businesses to government initiatives, everything was infused with their technology, contracts, workers, and more.
And why? Well, because CORPUS, Inc. basically never let a single opportunity pass them by, ever. Any gap in the market was detected by them â growth opportunities, everything. Did the elderly hate going to nursing homes where they were abandoned? Give them new bodies. Was crime on the rise and prisons overcrowded? Select the best bodies and put them back to serve society. Was the medical system rusting? New bodies!
So when June arrived, coinciding with the start of the World Cup festivities, the answer was simple: allow tourists to inhabit the bodies of locals in Mexico and other FIFA host cities, enabling them to attend matches without spending a fortune on lodging, flights, and more (or at least, if they were going to spend a lot of money, it was best to do so with them).
But June's significance wasn't solely due to the World Cup; it was a peak month for LGBT+ Pride celebrations, marches, parades â a massive economic boost that CORPUS, Inc. couldn't afford to miss out on. So⌠what could they do amidst the celebrations of all those football fans, especially after having already raffled off some of their bodies to other foreign fans? Simple.
Give them those same bodies.
Who wouldn't want to be in the body of a muscular fan wearing a tight-fitting tricolor jersey that left nothing to the imagination? The body-swap company should thank the fashion industry for providing the perfect trap for anyone interested in enjoying Pride Month in Mexico.
Oliver (24, UK)
I used to be somewhat⌠thin, not really a social person, always encapsulated in my own little bubble. Celebrations and that kind of thing weren't my thing, but something in the advertising for CORPUS, Inc. tempted me to sign up for one of their packages. I hoped that the atmosphere of the parade, the clubs, and the whole party vibe of the city would make me "come out of my shell". Although I wasn't expecting a body⌠like this.
Literally, my head is the size of just one of my new legs! My arms, my hands, everything is gigantic! I feel like my clothes don't fit, this shirt is XL! And even then, I feel like it's constantly riding up.
Anyone would be happy with their new appearance, but not me! I feel gigantic and clumsy! I drop everything as soon as I take a step, and I think I feel even more self-conscious than before, which is ridiculous! I must be almost 6'6" and even then, I get stuck just walking to the corner store for a single bottle of water.
I thought this would be a great idea, but I just want to go home⌠The problem is, I booked a whole month in this body, and I don't want to anymoreâŚ
Lars (40, Sweden)
Mexico always seemed like an interesting destination to me. It was affordable, warm (unlike here, where you can make a popsicle after a few minutes outside in the freezing cold), and I'd been wanting to visit for a long time. I wanted to take a break from work, escape the monotony. I'm a firefighter in my original body. I might sound a bit arrogant, but my physique is definitely big, strong, and tall. I was hoping to end up in a body more⌠similar to mine.
But I ended up in this guy's body, he must be half my age, I lost almost 20cm, and everything feels⌠bigger, which I didn't like at first. I felt like my arms were too skinny, my waist too thin like a Barbie doll's, there's no hair except on my legs! Even "down there" is shaved and smooth as velvet.
But I have to admit I'm starting to like it. After almost insulting my travel agent at CORPUS, Inc., I thought: Hey, these legs aren't so bad. I love how fleshy they feel! The sound is a fucking cacophony to me, my hand against my thighs, against themselves, or shit, even my newfound masculinity against the area!
Besides, a garment this tight and small would have looked ridiculous on my old body, but here, it's a fucking marvel. Just look at that ass! It seems to fill the whole garment without any problem.
Diego (19, Argentina)
In my real body I am⌠Um⌠Well, I'm a trans guy. I haven't had the opportunity or the financial means to start my transition treatment properly, so I just cut my hair, wrap my chest, and try to dress as masculine as possible, although that doesn't stop some people from still calling me "she". I thought coming to Pride here in Mexico City would be fantastic, with a great body, confidenceâŚ
And dude, I wasnât wrong, damn it! You see these muscles? THEY'RE MINE! And this voice? Nobody's going to call me "miss" even by mistake! I feel like the floor vibrates almost every time I take a simple step, and the beard! It itches like hell, but I'm truly loving every single second of it. I have the body I always dreamed of! No more wasting time wrapping a bandage around my torso, or trying to act more masculine. I am fucking masculinity personified!
I love sitting on public transport and spreading my legs, feeling my tool drop next to my fat balls, mfhhh! Am I a pervert? Maybe. But this is a fucking dream come true!
The only downside I'd mention is maybe the smell; these feet reek of cheese and vinegar like you wouldn't believe, haha! But I'm even starting to like it. I feel fabulous, incredible like never before. I have more confidence, more power, I've had more encounters than you can imagine⌠Lucky I booked a three-month stay.
I wasn't that interested in the World Cup in my old body, but this body has a tendency to enjoy football, and well, I think I could enjoy it too. It's not like there aren't plenty of guys hungry for a strong man like me who also enjoy watching football, heh.
Felix (32, Germany)
I've always felt out of place, and no, I'm not talking about my sexual orientation. Fortunately, I've always had the space to be myself without being judged. Men like me, I've had tons of dates, and I'm successful with them, but⌠I'm not comfortable with my body. Why?
I've always felt it's too⌠big.
My build has always been stocky, strong, very, very masculine. This always causes confusion when it comes to⌠getting intimate with someone. They always assume I'm a "top" when I'm not, and all I get is ridicule and difficulty in getting people to see me as I am. Nobody can believe I'm⌠sensitive, or that I'm feminine. They always expect me to be extremely masculine, brutish, to exude power wherever I go.
I was worried about the body they'd put me in, in Mexico. I'd always associated it with sweaty, strong guys with dark skin and the smell of tequila, but what I found myself in when I opened my eyes was⌠surreal.
Fair skin, black hair, glasses, no more than 1.80 meters tall, light as a feather, I had a good build but I wasn't a behemoth, it was like my dream body!
I ended up in the body of a total skinny geek with great muscles. I'm so flexible now! The guy did gymnastics, and it really feels like my body has an elegance that mine could never achieve. I can do the splits, lift my leg 180 degrees, spin on my own axis, I can even do a somersault! God, the more I'm here, the more I love this.
Jin (22, South Korea)
This is⌠disgusting.
I thought coming to Mexico would be fun â the party atmosphere, noisemakers, fireworks, Jarritos soda, even Dr. Simi was there! Believe it or not, Mexico is quite popular in South Korea, and I wanted to experience it without having to spend a fortune on travel and accommodation. I'd always been slim, like an⌠Idol, so to speak. I loved skincare, cleanliness, fashion, and all that stuff. I thought the Mexican body they were going to put me in wouldn't be too bad.
I was wrong. The guy stinks! Seriously, no matter how many times I shower, the smell of sweat keeps emanating from his armpits like a damn endless river! And his closet? It was even worse, full of sports jerseys, shorts, and smelly, muddy shoes. The guy was literally a soccer fanatic who went way into debt betting on the World Cup and now he'd rented out his body to earn the money to pay it off.
Where are the decent clothes? The creams? I don't have any! The area where she lives isn't exactly the most... well... well-kept. I'm not getting any better this week. I thought this would be more fun, but I have no idea where to go. All I've managed is getting his friends to invite me to watch games. I have to sit, spread my legs like a caveman, pretend I'm interested in sweaty men running after a ball, and go crazy when there's a goal. I haven't even been able to try a single Jarritos soda from here! Ugh!
Elena (26, Greece)
I was about to sue CORPUS, Inc. the moment I opened my eyes to a clearly male, gigantic body.Â
Latin America had always intrigued me, and I thought it would be a good option for sightseeing during Pride Month. I've always been very proud of my identity, but⌠I wasn't very good at picking up women. My physique wasn't particularly impressive either, plus I'm very shy. I had chosen a female body from their catalog: nice features, tall, with slightly tanned skin and brown hair. I thought that would make me stand out and that I could finally talk to a gurl without stumbling over my words.
But CORPUS, Inc. had other plans for me. A guy with broad shoulders, gigantic pecs, even bigger thighs, a tool of about 18 cm, sculpted buttocks, and a deep voice. I really wanted to go crazy, but if I was a man now, it meant I could use that to pick up as many straight girls as I wanted! Tell me, who could resist this? With these delicious biceps, I love how sensitive my areolas are now; just a touch of my shirt against my pecs and they're hard as rocks, haha!
I'm loving the festive atmosphere of the World Cup. I've always been a bit of a "tough girl", so I feel like a fish in water, and this body also has a tremendous tolerance for drinks! I can have like 15 in a row and stay perfectly fine.
I'm even curious to experiment a little with other men⌠I mean, this damn gorgeous body can't be just for women, right? I think it's partly due to its former owner. When I woke up, I saw some pictures of him with other men, gay dating apps, an X account that⌠I wasn't very willing to open, but as the days go by, why not? You only live once.
Bastian (28, Belgium)
I always felt insecure about my body, too chubby, t-shirts looked awful on me, everything was always visible, and I felt like a badly packaged ham! I thought the bullying would stop when I finished university, but it only evolved into my coworkers secretly making fun of my weight and how bad I always looked to my boss.
I just wanted something different. I didn't care about the country or the era; I just needed to be someone other than myself. And well, here we are. And⌠I like it. I mean, look at this face, isn't it cute? It feels so soft, and the hair too! Golden like the sun, I've become so damn addicted to taking pictures of myself nonstop. If there's a mirror, a reflection, or even the front camera of my phone, it'll end up with me taking a selfie.
Maybe I don't have huge biceps, or big legs, or even prominent pecs, but you know what I don't have? My gigantic belly. And that's all that matters to me.
Priya (25, India)
I had read so many bad reviews of CORPUS, Inc., complaints about people ending up in the wrong bodies, some transfers back that could never be completed, and the list goes on and on. But even so, I hired them, and in fact⌠I expected them to fail.
Call it a social experiment, just for pleasure, or whatever you want, but I'm loving being a man! The power, the security, all the advantages and privileges they have! Not only can I go to the bathroom in a flash and avoid long lines, but it was also so much easier to get ready. I just had to put on a t-shirt and jeans, and I was ready to go. I didn't have to put up with harassment or worry about walking around at night. Really, with these musclesâŚ
The only problem I find is my hunger. The guy I swapped bodies with loves going to the gym, hence his massive pecs and the fact that his apartment smells so bad (but I'm not complaining). He was bulking, which basically made his cravings through the roof. I've eaten like 30 burgers in just one week! It's like a bottomless pit; I can eat and eat and eat and still never feel satisfied.
But I have to admit, I love it. I've never enjoyed food so much! I can eat pizza, sushi, tacos, ice cream, chocolate, burgers, and fries all in one sitting. It makes me burp all the time, but it's starting to feel so much fun. The power it makes me feel... And it seems like other guys like it too.Â
I don't know why some people are so obsessed with humiliating themselves, surrendering to others, and letting them do whatever they want. But if they want it, who am I to say no?
Leo (CEO, CORPUS, Inc.)
What's the biggest advantage of being able to run a body-swap company around the world? That I don't have to pay anything to use its services, much less worry about which bodies "are or aren't" suitable for this.
If I want, I can select the damn president's body and become him to smell his feet for a while in the Oval Office.
But, it would be a waste of time. So⌠World Cup season was undoubtedly the best of all: Chaos in the streets, celebrations, the excitement, sweaty, shirtless, sculpted bodies so lost in their own euphoria (and a few too many drinks) that they couldn't care less about the âlittleâ things going on around them.
So many guys kissing each other in the street, groping each other, euphoric for more â anyone would think they're just drunk fans â but wouldnât you âwasteâ your time kissing every guy you see in a body that isn't yours? With a great physique, no worries about work, no ties to romantic relationships, no physical limitations, just the carnal and lustful drive for more.
Perhaps that's what drove me to found CORPUS, Inc., and I must admit I don't regret it for a single second. Do we have flaws? Like any company, of course. Am I going to fix them? Of course not!
All that chaos of botched body swaps, possessions that last longer than expected, skinsuits that close without letting the user out â it's all on purpose! Who wouldn't love to be in a stinky body, with big muscles and a huge ass? To see some worried, devoted family man suddenly become a guy eager for another man to put him on all fours and make him gasp all night?
It's even somewhat perverted and sadistic, but⌠What does it matter? I can have as many attractive bodies as I want, as if I were going to put on clothes to go out, and the world can enjoy that too.
Want to be a muscular, goofy Himbo? Done. Prefer an athlete with stinky feet and armpits? Go for it. Want to become that neighbor you've secretly fancied for so, so many years? Take it!
There's a reason we have coverage in almost 190 countries. Any body, no matter who it is or where it's from, we can use it and bring it in for whatever you want. Even at these massive events. It would be a fucking missed opportunity to just let them go, with so many bodies that are perfect for anything!
Honestly, there are no limits to what can or can't be done at this company.
â Sir, your photoshoot is waiting. Are you ready?
Oops, my photographer arrived. Well, I guess I should leave you for a bit. I just swapped bodies with an athlete, and I'm really enjoying inhabiting his body. I thought soccer players were just dumb, brainless guys, which is partly true, but damn, they have great muscles! These legs could split a tree in two with a single kick, and his sweaty feet⌠I'm loving it.
I couldn't pass up the opportunity to borrow him, take some pictures, and have some fun. It's not like his original owner is going to find out or know. I'll return his body soon so he can continue playing in the World Cup and scoring goals, but until then⌠His body is all mine.
ÂŤ CORPUS, Inc. The number one body swap and possessions company worldwide. Where dreams are born Âť
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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.
In the coming months, I'll mostly be posting summer-themed stories. Other series you enjoy, like Haunted, Slipped, and others, will still be available, but I'll try to give them a more summery feel. I hope you're enjoying it!
Remember that you can also go to my X: @possessedesires to participate in the giveaway for a completely free personalized story. The last day to register is this Sunday, July 5th, so don't miss it!
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?
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New Chances
I looked from afar as the police took away that homeless man. I heard some people whispering, calling him disgusting or lunatic, celebrating that there was one less drug addict on the streets. But that couldn't be any farther from the truth. I never choose to live on the streets. It was one bad financial decision that snowballed me to this situation. Sure, I feel a bit bad for the guy that I switch bodies with. He was just walking around. I didn't know anything about him, there was no particular reason that I chose him. Just that I was desperate to try to get out of my situation and no one was willing to help. Well, I hope my story will be different inside this flesh. I promise you, I would not make the same mistakes.
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Young Again
âIâm sorry Albert, weâre going to have to let you go,â the man explained, cross-legged in his expensive chair.
Albert gulped, adjusting his now tightening neck tie and looking down solemnly. âBut sir I-â
âItâs nothing personal Albert, youâve been with us for over 20 years and I value your loyalty more than anything, but itâs just time to let you go,â his boss cut off, frowning at the end to convey a sympathetic attitude.
âSir but why? You said you valued my loyalty and I value this company so why are you firing me when Iâve done nothing!â Albert argued tenaciously.
His boss sighed, about to break bad news to his ex-employee. âItâs because of your age. Albert youâre 63 for Christâs sake, you need to retire! I donât know why youâve stayed with us so long, you havenât moved up the food chain in 20 years. You havenât even reached manager level and youâre our oldest employee. We have some kids who want your position, oneâs who actually have potential to get things done around here. Itâs just the way the world works Albert, youâre fired.â
Albert was red with anger at this point, the idea of an unqualified kid replacing him infuriated him. It was true he hadnât moved up the ranks in the time heâd been with them but that was because someone was always chosen over him. He was passed up each year, just because of who he was, an old, fat, senile, white guy with nothing but a pink slip to show for his lifeâs work.
Albert walked out of the office, mumbling swear words under his breath to his forty-something year old boss that he had as an intern years ago. His coworkers in the office watched quietly as the aging man packed up his things in a small brown box.
âWhat are you all looking at!â Albert snapped, yelling at everyone in the room filled with nothing but sad, lonely people in cubicles. They all adverted their eyes from him, looking back at the computer in front of them and continuing their work. He sighed, finished packing and walked out the door, leaving his old life behind.
He got into his janky, dilapidated Toyota Camry and drove home, holding back his tears and shouts the whole drive home. Albert arrived at his doorstep a few minutes later, took at his keys from his pocket with a shaky hand, and opened the door. To his surprise, the blaring sounds of a video game blasted through out the house.
âBryce! Turn down the damn game!â Albert shouted at his teenage son. He was met with a loud groan but compliance after, and now Albert had a ringing in his ears.
âHow was work old man?â Bryce asked, passing his father by to get a slice of pizza. His game was paused on the TV but Albert could tell he didnât care about how his day went. A foul stench hit his nose as his son walked by, he had probably just finished a work out and didnât care to shower. Bryce was shirtless and wearing only his boxers, and his visible cockprint could be seen from a mile away. Albert looked away shamingly, it was obvious Bryceâs cock length was not from his gene pool.
Albert sighed, it was best for him to know about his discharge. âI got fired.â
Bryce stopped in his tracks and look at his pitiful excuse for a father. Albert was almost a grandpa to him, and he hated his old man for being a lazy old fart with a life everyone felt bad for.
âWhat the hell bro! What do you mean u got fired?â Bryce responded angrily.
âIt means I got fired son. Sorry but you might have to pick up a job or two. Iâll see what I can do but I donât know if I can get you to college anymore,â Albert explained earnestly.
Bryce looked at his father with animosity and resentment he hadnât seen before. âYou lazy motherfucker! How do you get fired from a job where you sell the shit you see on commercials! Bruh how the fuck am I gonna pay for my video games. I canât work I donât know how to! Iâm 18 and you never taught me shit about the world bro! No wonder mom divorced you, she was tired of the miserable old fart you are. Donât talk to me grandpa!â
Albert was shocked, he was just yelled at about life by a 18 year old jock who knew nothing about the real world. âYou ungrateful little shit! How dare you yell at me like that! All you are is a smelly jock who canât do anything other than play video games or work out! If I were you Iâd treat the guy paying my bills with some respect! All you are is a retarded little jock-faggot without a brain!â
Albert ran up to his son, fuming with rage. He looked the taller jock in the eye and raised his hand to hit his disrespecful son. Bryce didnât even flinch, but started straight ahead as if he were in shock. âLook at me boy!â Albert yelled with intense rancor, and right as his hand made contact with Bryceâs body, it tingled and went right through, almost like a ghost.
âH-Holy shit-â Bryce stammered.
Albert was immediately astonished and confused, and he hadnât the slightest idea of what was happening to him. He looked back at Bryce to ask him, but he wasnât looking at him, but through him. Albert turned around to see him on the floor, and Bryce ran through Albertâs ghastly form towards his dead body.
âDad? Dad wake up!â Bryce yelled, shaking Albertâs body.
Albert look down at his body, it was his alright, the same beer belly and wrinkly skin. âIâm...dead?â He looked back at the musky jock of a son he had, trying to do chest compressions to try and make his father breathe again.
Though bewildered and unsure, Albert started to run towards his son. He was angry and disrespected, and with his rage building up he knew what he desired. A second chance at life, and a sexy young studâs body. Albert picked up his running speed and collided into the hunk, instantly causing his spirit to absorb into Bryceâs muscled physique.
âW-WHAT THE FUCK?â Bryce yelled as he felt something enter his body. It was a sensation like he had never experienced, every muscle and bone he once had control over was slowly slipping away from him. Tingles rushed throughout his body as his mind was overrided by memories that werenât his. âGET OUT!â He looked like a crazy person, twitching and jittering around being possessed by his own father.
One by one, Albert took over parts of his sonâs musky frame, starting with his feet and up to the head. The prickly tingles quickly turned to pure shocks of simultaneous pain and pleasure, causing Bryce to sweat like a musky jock pig at the physical and mental work out he was undergoing. He could feel the raging boner inside of his tight shorts twitching, almost ready to blow a load right out of his 10â meat.
âFUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!â Bryce screamed in frustration as he lost control of his upperbody, causing the sculpted muscles he had worked on for years to be taken away from him. He couldnât think for himself anymore, nor move on his own other than from the convulsions of painful pleasure his body was experiencing. Bryceâs consciousness slowly drifted away, his stupid, himbo jock-brain slowly being erased by a stronger will. It only took a few minutes, but Albert had completely taken over his own sonâs body.
Bryceâs sweaty body collapsed onto the floor out of exhaustion. His whole body was sore to the touch and he was unsure of what to do next. He died, possessed his own son, and now his old body was lying dead next to him on the floor.
Albert attempted to the stand up, which was surprisingly easy in his new body. Bryceâs sweat covered muscles did all the work for him, unlike his old body that struggled to even to a push up. He felt sluggish and wobbly when he stood up, but it was probably a side effect of the possession. Albertâs mind felt slower as well, poor vocabulary and sports filled his head, the usual jock brain his son had since puberty. Albertâs educated mind was slowly adapting to his new intellect and brain, and soon he would slowly become more and more like his porn addicted son.
He looked ahead around the room, he was taller for sure but everything was in a newer light. Bryceâs eyes landed on the mirror in the corner of the bathroom, and almost instinctively, he flexed his meaty bicep, exposing his rank pit.
âHoly shit bro,â Albert remarked using his sonâs voice. Albert began to caress his sonâs sweaty body, exploring every crack and crevice with his hands. âFuck Iâm so sweaty and musky! This jock stink is fucking amazing.â
Albert hungrily whipped out the cock from his grey sweatpants, eager to see what his son had been pridefully boasting since puberty. âShit bro, this has got to be like 10 fucking inches.â Albert wrapped his dominant hand around his new cock, moving it slowly, up and down from the forest of smelly pubes. It was clear that Bryce had barely washed there, and the musk fetish was apparent because Albert was started to breathe in his armpit stink.
Albert continued to sniff his pits as he jerked his uncut meat faster and faster, stroking manically as this was the first time heâd felt the pleasure of climaxing in decades. With each whiff his cum came closer and closer to coming out. In a moment of horniness, he began to kiss and lick his pits and bicep, selfworshipping his sonâs sculpted muscle. âFuck!â He yelled out in pleasure, letting the white ropes of semen shoot out of his dick. He took in deep breathes, sitting down after letting the last of Bryce out of him, and finally becoming his own stud on son. Bryce turned back to his old manâs body, laying there a few feet away, it was probably best that he call it in.
The whole police fiasco took a while, he explained that him and his father got into a fight and that he had a heart attack. They bought the story, after all it was what happened, but they had no idea Bryce was so smiley about it. After that, Bryceâs mom moved back in to take care of him and life resumed like it normally had. Albert was an irrelevant speck in the universe and no one would ever miss him.
After that day, it was clear Bryce was no longer the same person. He was a cocky jock now, struggling to get even C+âs in school. Though brain dead, he still was getting scholarship offers from colleges for his athletic prowess, as he was the star quarterback for his school. Everyone did notice that Bryce was different now though, he would skip class to go fuck bitches in the bathroom or just stay home to work out. They all chalked it up to trauma of him losing his father in front of him, though none of them really knew that the old Bryce was gone and now all heâd ever be was a dumb, musky himbo.

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