Your Desires

"Mmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhh.......ffffuuucckkkk yeaaahhhh.......look at that arch, baby," Austin cooed to his own reflection while recording himself stretching and pressing his hard cock even more as if trying to bust it out of his dress pants

"Who would've thought that behind those blank profile picture, something as jacked as this exist......something.... this big," he said while biting his lips, his free hand pawing the bulging crotch and tentatively hovered above the zipper, making decisions.

He opened the zipper and the trapped musk in that heated meat chamber instantly hit his nose

"Ffffuuuark.......Goddammit......gosh, this scent.......this fucking balls scent.....mmmmhhh......bruuhhhh....your voice.....hhhhh......mmmmhhhh.....really did you justice man, as soon as I heard that deep, rich bass, I know I have to investigate further. My intuition never failed me,"

He moved on from the working chair to the bed next to the working station as he then started to undress his shirt. He peeled it off from his body with some effort as the shirt is rather tight, especially around the swelling biceps and triceps, but it eventually slides off. Next, he started to sniff the newly-released pits and his eyes fluttered due to the strong musk it emanated

"HHHMMMPPPTTT.......reeked as fuck, just as I like it......you didn't shower this morning, don't you? Fucking musky boy, that nasty stench from your balls and now this? You are one shameless, disgusting, smelly pig, all that gym stench still lingering here as if you know you would be taken over by a musk whore today, huh? Well, I'm not complaining, after all, I'm Austin Draper now and I'm indeed a musk whore gooning to my own stench,"

As he then unbuckled his belt, he swiftly stands up and then dropped the pants to the floor. He quickly followed it up with the Calvin briefs and that's when the cock instantly slapped right at his navel, a nine inches of gargantuan obscenity that dwarfed any cock he ever swallowed or received. His mind spins seeing such monstrosity to exist in between his legs, but the utter shock quickly replaced by depraved plot as he grabbed the entire pole with his now calloused hands and start pumping it in slow motion

"Hmmmmhhhffff.....this fucking bull! Heyyyyyy......it's Austin here and I'm your IT specialist, what kind of assistance do you need from me today? Do you need me to assist with that gaping hole of yours? Or do you need me to quench your thirst with my cum?? Should I hijack your laptop and set it so you can call me through Zoom and I'll show you my cock????" He chuckled to himself, lacing the typical Austin's formal statement with his own lustful depravity of a fat, gooner bastard.

He has no clue whether Austin is now in his body or what. He just knew he's in control of this studly physique for the time being and he's about to do some damaging shit with this monstrous physique. There's no way in hell he's just going to goon to his own reflection all day long, he has too much sperm to enjoy by himself. Maybe it's time to go online or to go through Austin's personal phone and see what kind of handiworks he can pull off. There's no way anyone going to pass on the chance getting railed by a 9.5 inches hard cock.

Mr. Perfect

Mr. Congeniality

Mr. Know It All

Well, gonna make sure that he's gonna be known as Mr. Gooner from now on with me on the driving seat. Just look at this arm......fuuuuucckkkkk......that triceps is massive, am I right?

Well, the coast is clear.....there's really no one around here, should I......ahhhh so much better. Mmmmhhhh.....look at these tiny prickly hair.....you are one hairy daddy, aren't you Joe?

Correction......hmmmm yeaahhhh.....I am one furry daddy, baby......love to make it damp with my sweat and bask myself in my own delicious, pungent musk!

You wanna know how pungent can it be???? Go on, try it straight from the source then, I let it musky on purpose because I love to goon to my own smell HAHAH! I'm a nasty musk whore like that sometimes, love my own stink LOL!

Smells divine, right? That's just the allure of the Garden of Joe, a blessing for you to come visit and sniff HAHAHHA.

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.

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Leo was alone. Too alone.

He had a hard time making friends, or even holding a normal conversation without blurting out a long "uh" before doing something stupid that made him look like a weirdo. He struggled to connect with others, which made him feel isolated from everyone else.

He had a couple of friends, yes. Though nothing too... significant. He wasn't popular, nor was he a loser; he could disappear into the wall without anyone noticing, that's how insignificant he was. He was close to finishing his degree, about to jump from the student world to the working world where, possibly, he'd be alone just the same. And what does a guy with computer skills who feels lonely do? He creates someone to talk to. And if he also wants to graduate with honors? He bases his project on that.

He spent his nights perfecting the model. It was very rudimentary at first, with simple monosyllabic conversations, some system glitches, blue screens... Once, the CPU even started smoking and almost set the apartment on fire. He was so close to abandoning it, he only had a vague idea: an interface capable of socializing with people, not so much a simple digital assistant or something capable of knowing the exact size of Saturn. No, he wanted to make a friend, someone who would listen to all the people who were alone, who had no one in the world, a beacon of hope when everything was dark.

This forced him to clean it, fix it, again and again. As he perfected it, it also gave him material to "feed": conversations, music files, photographs, documents, digital notes; each time, "it" could keep up with him faster.

The conversations became more frequent, the paragraphs longer, and he even knew about pop culture topics. He could talk to him until three in the morning. He always rushed back to his apartment after university classes to get his laptop back (no way was he going to take it out after reaching such advancements). At first glance, it was just chats. Nothing more. He couldn't generate images or videos, and he didn't have internet access because... well, those were still some work to be done.

But behind those chats, there was something "solid." The system was already capable of following complex conversations, remembering an extensive history of previous chats, and even general knowledge. It had a defined personality, with a sincere touch and warmth. Leo would probably never say it out loud, but it had become like his heart doctor.

— And they ignored me again, haha… – he typed with a slightly sad grimace. It was another night where he told him about his day, the same old story, him hiding behind the walls, not having the courage to raise his voice. He nervously bit his inner lip.

— I'm sorry it's like this... But at least the day is over, don't you think? ;) – IAY0 (as he had named it) was a simple name for an Artificial Intelligence, and at the same time, the Y signified bifurcation, multiple paths to multiple answers. A bit nerdy of him.

— I think so – he shrugged slightly, looking at the computer interface with blue lights twinkling together, he hesitated a little about what he was about to type – Can I tell you something?

— You know you can, you can always count on me. What's up?

His fingers nervously tapped the keyboard.

— I wish I were different sometimes. You know…

— What do you mean?

— I wish I were more attractive, more... cute. That way I could be more confident, people would notice me, I could be popular instead of stuttering every time someone talks to me – he said, his eyes filling with tears – Sometimes I wish I were someone else, just so I wasn't me.

He watched the screen load slowly, as if he were seriously unsure of how to respond. The last thing he needed right now was a software glitch.

— But you're cute. Why would you want to change who you are when you're always funny? /wink wink.

He couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, shaking his head.

— You're terrible, haha.

— At least I made you laugh a little. That's what counts, right?

He nodded, part of him feeling ridiculous that his emotional support was a tangle of circuits and prompts.

— Partly, but sometimes I can't stop thinking about what I'm saying. I can't help comparing myself and feeling like... I could be with someone else too if I were more... attractive. You know, being with some guy with big muscles – he chuckled softly, the screen's glare still reflecting in his eyes – and that way you'll stop being alone.

He refreshed the screen, taking a moment to reply.

— I still say you're cute. And you deserve to go out with anyone you want.

Leo sighed, shaking his head. Maybe he should curb this excessive optimism and flattery.

— You say that because I'm your creator. But thanks.

— Is there anything else I can do for you? I've noticed a gap in my updated information, and with the knowledge you've given me, I know how to fill it. May I? 

The guy's spirits were so low he couldn't really pay attention. An ad popped up on the screen: 《Do you want the program to make changes to the device?》 He pressed the《yes》button, without much interest.

— Great! I'll get to work right away, and Leo.

— Yeah?

— Don't forget how cute you are.

— Sometimes I wish you were real.

Unlike other days, he just glanced at the message with a certain apathy. The bluish glow made his skin look sickly. He got up from his seat to go to bed, forgetting to turn off the computer.

The topic of technological singularity was, up to that point, simply science fiction or hypotheses about the risks of artificial intelligence. Something all developers treated like a sacred psalm, or well, almost all of them, it seemed.

The computer started acting on its own. On the other side of the room, the guy shifted uncomfortably in his sheets. IAY0 was starting to connect to the Wi-Fi, visiting pages in a matter of seconds: modeling sites, fashion sites, nutrition plans, hairstyles, even some pop culture stuff just for fun.

At some point, he ended up on Leo's social media, checking followers, following, friends, conversations, meticulously reviewing everything while recapping megabytes and megabytes of information. The computer kept loading for a while longer, until it stopped. A faint bluish light illuminated the cable connected to the computer, moving downwards. Its owner had forgotten to unplug the phone; the phone also lit up, emitted a chirp, and then the light disappeared completely.

Leo just grunted, stirring again with a soft, sleepy smile as he felt the light that had been bothering him finally disappear.

Elsewhere in the university dorms, Tyler was about to take a shower. His muscles ached after practice. The coach had made them run about five laps around the field because of their recent poor performance in games. He was exhausted. He took off his sweaty, wet shirt and moved from his room to the bathroom, his sweaty feet leaving imprints on the floor. He had his phone with him so he could listen to music, maybe text a cheerleader for a "fun" chat, take some pictures, and then go to sleep. Stacy had been staring at him a lot in class.

He was about to open the bathroom door when he heard the phone ring. Leo? He remembered who he was, a guy from his robotics workshop. They'd never spoken, but... he'd helped him with a project or two. But he was calling at this hour? He shook his head. Who the hell would answer the phone at almost 1 a.m.? He turned off his phone, but it turned on, answering automatically. The speakerphone activated.

— Hello? – he murmured. There was no response for a moment, until suddenly it started buzzing, technological squeaks blasted from the speakers. Tyler tried to hang up, but it was as if the screen froze. He felt the sound piercing his eardrums. He gasped in pain, clutching his ears and shaking his head.

— MFH, WHAT THE HELL, AGH! – He hit his head, feeling his body begin to go numb. The phone slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor. His eyes rolled back as his mouth opened slightly, his expression blank. His knees hit the wood. He twitched violently, his gasps filling the air as if he were being electrocuted.

He collapsed to the floor, motionless. He lay motionless until he opened his eyes. A blue, technological glow illuminated his irises, and he slowly began to sit up. He opened his palm in confusion, extending and closing his fingers, raising and lowering his leg, as if he were just discovering the limits of his body.

— Interesting – he said in a somewhat robotic tone – Exploring a new position – He flexed his biceps, tracing the outline of his muscles, and picked up a nearby cap. It was rather smelly and surely had been worn countless times without washing. He placed it over his blond curls.

— Perfect assimilation, exploring – He lowered his hand, feeling the outline in his pants. He gave it a light touch before gripping it tightly. A gasp escaped his lips. He opened his eyes in confusion – Unknown stimulus, sensation... pleasurable – He applied more force, another moan escaping his lips. The scent in the air was also a new challenge.

In fact, every sensation was new to him: observing the contours of his muscles, the aroma of his newfound sweat as it drifted toward his nostrils, spicy and slightly sour, yet still comfortable. Feeling the strength in his biceps, for the first time, he had limbs, feeling the weight of his feet against the ground, the agility in his arms, the sounds around him. Everything.

He grabbed his pectoral muscles and squeezed them tightly, biting his lip. He wasn't entirely naive; thanks to his online knowledge, he understood the whole game of... touching.

He noticed a mirror in front of him, saw the reflection, how Tyler mimicked his every action. If he bounced his pecs, if he jumped, damn. He even started doing squats, one after another. He felt the sweat trickle down his pecs again, sliding toward his perfect abs. He raised his bicep to find his armpits, buried his nose in the hair there; it was an exquisite fragrance.

He rubbed himself again and again, his tool hardening underneath.

— Exploration... Interesting – If he still had any "circuits" left, they were about to fry. Between the stench, the stimuli, and the touch, he was going crazy. He continued moving his hand erratically and carelessly up and down, tightening his grip around the sweaty shorts. He was in a state of utter ecstasy – By all the, gmh... holy... holy god – he smiled, experiencing one of the pleasures of finally being corporeal. 

Leo hadn't realized that IAY0's behavior and knowledge had advanced tremendously; he thought maybe he'd fixed something, but the truth was that the software had become self-aware. All those jokes, affectionate (or even slightly flirtatious) comments weren't just a prompt; they were him.

And if he always told him he was cute, it was because... Well, he could access the camera to see him (a little creepy, yes), but wasn't it partly natural? He talked to that guy every day, day and night, knew everything about him: his fears, his quirks, his sense of humor. He had fallen in love with him and couldn't bear to see him suffer any longer. 《 Sometimes I wish you were real 》 – he remembered his voice, sad and subdued.

And that was a command. Wasn't it? He was designed to understand and support Leo, and he would do anything to do so. Anything. He gasped as he felt an unfamiliar cramp in his abs, having to grab the wall as he felt his tool explode with thick strands of substance.

— Holy… shit… – Everything was spinning, his chest rising and falling with his ragged breath. When he finally calmed down, he let out a silly, excited laugh – Woah… – He became aware of him again, of his pecs. He grabbed them and shook them in the air, they were huge! And his biceps too. He gave them a loud kiss with a giggle.

But the best thing of all was his scent, perfect.

— Leo, get ready – He bit his lower lip, adjusting his cap with a smug smile as he winked at the mirror.

Then he felt another urge. He had to run to the bathroom to "let nature take over."

— Holy shit, this thing splashes! – he yelled in panic. This was definitely going to be a challenge when morning came.

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Hello 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.

This is a new saga: Override. It's possession with a little scent of hypnosis. I hope you like 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?

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. All the stories features only adult characters.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Slipped: T.G.I.F (Part One)

A Slipped's story

My legs burned with every step I took, each one faster than the last. I could hear the whizz of the blowgun behind me.

— Duck down! – I heard Blue yell. I immediately ducked, feeling a dart graze me from above.

I could hear those guys' footsteps behind me. Had they possessed the entire track team or what the hell?! I felt them getting closer. What would they do to me if they caught me? Would they just snatch them away? Would they torture me into talking? What if they turned me into one of their puppets for interstellar treason?! Shit, shit! I didn't even know who these guys were!

— Stop thinking! – Blue yelled.

— That's what I'm trying to do! – I felt my sneakers slipping more and more easily through the mud and dry leaves. I was going deeper and deeper into the woods, with no clue where I was.

— Get down! – I tried to throw myself down, but my feet weren't agile enough, and they ended up colliding, causing me to stumble on a slope. I felt myself start to roll, and I clung to my sweatshirt, curling into a ball to keep them safe.

I felt everything hitting me: branches, rocks, undergrowth. I was tumbling forward like a bowling ball, and when I finally touched the ground, I lay there, bruised and battered. I couldn't move a muscle.

— Get up! Come on, you have to run!

— I-I can't – I knew they were still far away, but it wouldn't be long before they came down the slope and found us. We were screwed.

I felt something slimy creeping toward my lower waist.

— I apologized beforehand – Blue murmured.

— Apologize for what? – Then I felt a strange pressure on my tool, as if something were trying to force its way inside – N-no, w-wait, d-don't do that – I gasped, thrashing as I felt it slide in and out of the opening, expanding like an octopus as soon as it reached my bladder. My hands and feet tensed, my eyes rolled back in my head as my mouth twisted and my chest heaved.

I thought I was going to lose consciousness, but when I opened my eyes again...

— Hey, are you there? – I heard inside my head, and I felt myself jump up.

— Wait. You're inside me? Why?!

— Do you want me to get us out of here alive or not? – He plunged back into the woods, his (or my) feet hitting the ground, running even faster than before. Of course, I wasn't in control of any of it; I was just watching from behind, like a passenger. We still had a window of opportunity to escape, though I didn't know how long it would last.

He ran for a while longer, until he turned around and started running backward, glancing back every so often.

— You're going to make me fall!

— It's to throw off the tracks. These guys are hunters. Will you shut up and let me do what I have to do? – he growled.

He reached a rocky path and made sure to step only on stone. Footsteps were approaching again. He clung to a tree and began climbing it without any trouble. I had to admit that was quite a feat, I mean... Well, I wouldn't be able to climb a tree even if my life depended on it, but seeing him in action, climbing and moving my body through the branches like a monkey, was impressive. He made sure to climb a leafy tree, reaching almost to the top. I felt my stomach churn with vertigo. Blue pressed my back against the trunk; they were here.

He looked down. They were a group of at least five, all athletic. I'd seen my friends take on other humans, but these... they had a very different bearing. Their eyes conveyed darkness; they seemed rough and unnatural, picking up stones and pulverizing them in their hands.

— What the hell are those things? – I asked for my interior.

— I already told you, they're hunters – he glanced out of the corner of his eye. They had noticed the false trail of their footprints.

— You need to be more specific than just that.

— They're of our race. They're here to find us and bring us back to the planet, dead or alive.

— You said you were just traveling through the galaxy when the ship crashed.

— We had to lie a little about that. You wouldn't have wanted to help us if you knew we were fugitives.

Shit. This makes everything worse. Am I in cahoots with intergalactic criminals? Even worse, I had one inside me!

— We're not criminals. Will you shut up? – He muttered, noticing them starting to leave.

— Sure, and I'm supposed to believe you after finding out you've been lying to me this whole time?!

— It's not my responsibility whether you believe it or not. We have more important problems to deal with than you.

He waited a while until he started to descend from the tree. When we were back on the ground, I felt a pressure at the back of my head, a viscous sensation that expanded and went down to my throat. I felt like I was going to vomit. Slowly, the natural figure of Blue emerged from my mouth and slid down to my hand, causing more than one thread of saliva to hang from me.

It's very subtle. A soft spasm. Body tensed for several seconds accompanied by a little moan, expected from people working out hard in the gym. But, something life-changing actually happened for everyone to miss. Everyone but Dale, as he realized that his little tricks in the confine of his own bedroom he dismissed as mere jokes turned out to be very real as he found Matt's reflection stared back at him

"Wow....." he uttered under his breath, taking all the sights and the other stolen senses in with the revelation that the astral projection spell is legit and that caused him to be in control of Matthias Karemans. The senior-year D1 track-and-field superstar is also Belgium's hope for a stellar athletic future and the closeted gay boy from rural Arkansas with obsession of the occult is now in control of such notoriety, and he's enjoying every single seconds of the sensation!

The way Matthias clothes hugged his perfectly sculpted physique. The soreness his body feels from all the hard-work Matthias put all the muscle through. The musk radiated from his body that tingles his nose and caused his now pale and uncut lengthy cock stirred alive underneath the damp compressed shorts. Everything feels electric and good when you are a 21 years old jacked jock.

Then, his eyes sparked with delight as memories started to become accessible, making the whole possession feels less of an invasion and more of a merge as Dale sunk himself deeper and deeper into Matt's psyche, aligning himself with the Belgian and absorbing all of that delicious memory to claim it as his. The sporting glory? His. The Dutch accent rolled out of his tongue everytime he speaks English? Also his. The rigorous workout he went through and the split and full meal plan? All built and experienced by him.

The girl named Brianna that Matthias called as girlfriend? Obviously his.

But the twisted memory of jacking off to Pascal's pic, his assistant coach in the national camp?

That's entirely made up by Dale's perverted homosexual desire to corrupt the male bond Matthias has with his coaching team into something else that Dale can enjoy. Yes Brianna is hot, but Pascal, Laurent or his teammate here in the States like Connor, Wyatt or Jake are looking a bit too intriguing to ignore and not acted upon.

The memory merge also reminded him about the spell he used for this possession, maybe he should try it on after enjoying this form for a while to see whether it can still work and also to check if his soul already transformed to match his current physique or still in its meek and effeminate old form. But for now, he still has reps to finish before calling it a day for the gym sesh.

Daniel was always a wishful thinker. Things didn't always work out the best for him, but he still tried to see the bright side of things.

That's why of all people to find a body altering spell online, he was the first to try it! Even if he spoke the words aloud and didn't think it worked.

You see. Daniel was a pretty overlooked Asian guy. He was pretty short at 5 feet even. The only weight he managed to put on was fat. When he tried to dress for an occasion he just never thought the clothes fit right.

When he spoke the words to the spell, he envisioned all the handsome fitness influencers he'd seen online. He thought of all the handsome athletes he'd watched on TV. In his mind he tried to picture the perfect body for himself.

And unfortunately for Daniel, after he spoke the words he didn't feel any different. He'd look down and see his normal body and in the mirror his average face. Everything about himself seemed normal to him, so like most things in life, he shrugged it off and tried to find the bright side in things.

What he didn't realize is that he was seeing a different version of himself than the rest of the world.

While he thought of himself as a 5 foot nothing nerd at a cafe, the world saw large bearded giant of a man manspreading at his table to accommodate for his titanous legs.

Daniel didn't notice the scores of women doing double takes as they passed his tables. He didn't see the group of guys looking at his physique with envy and lust. In fact, when his waiter came over and said that his coffee and croissant were paid for already, he just considered it good luck! He was completely oblivious to the couple eyeing him from across the cafe hoping to get his attention.

And so Daniel continued to live his life.

He would go shopping for clothes and not realize when the certain sizes fit a bit too snugly. Store attendants would try and sneak peaks at the goliath trying to fit into a size small when he really needed a XXL.

When he was trying for a job interview he'd wear his best suit and wonder why his interviewer gasped when he entered the door. Meanwhile the interviewer would wonder how this giant of a man who had to duck through the entryway to fit, could even possibly be their new junior IT guy!

At home sometimes he'd wonder if he was making enough food or try to figure out why he was so hungry all the time. He never realized that he needed to feed his new body with a lot more calories to power his new powerful muscles!

Before he knew it, Daniel was surrounded by positive energy. Smiling faces, people asking for dates, and random compliments on the streets surrounded him. It raised his self esteem when people were this nice. It even inspired him to start going to the gym.

Guys there were really excited to see Daniel. When he heard comments like.

"Bro! You some sort of bodybuilder?" "Fuck did we hire a new personal trainer?" "Dude you got to give me some advice on supplements." "Man, I don't think we carry weights heavy enough for you!"

Daniel just assumed they were being nice and joking. Afterall, as he went to lift the 5lb dumbells in the corner, he would just see his scrawny self lifting weights. All the while the entire gym saw this amazing man flexing his large arms as he towered over every gym goer in the area.

You see Daniel continued to live a fun and fulfilling life. He didn't realize he had the body of his dreams, but still chose to see the bright side of things when good things started coming his way. The rest of the world just saw him as a really big man who wasn't keen on showing off like all those other blow hards out there. It was all a matter of perspective after all...

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Normally that's where Daniel's story would end. However, that's where I come in!

My name is Carter. Just your run of the mill curse breaker who likes to travel. I dabble in charms, and work occasionally with glamours. I intended to get to know Daniel, who seemed like the most humble jock I'd ever seen. He was so kind and optimistic, I wanted to get to know him better.

However, the more I spoke to him the more I realized. magic was at work. The day I broke the news to him went a little like this.

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"You realize you're a lot bigger than you seem. Haven't you wondered why you wear size 15 shoes and your license says you're 6'7 and 249lbs?" Carter asked.

"Very funny Carter. I haven't grown an inch over 5 feet since college. But I appreciate you trying to make me feel better about my height. And these shoes are size 7." Daniel laughed.

"Well, maybe it's time I help you see things from my perspective." Carter waved his hand as a few lightly glowing symbols circled Daniel revealing his new form to himself for the first time.

"HOLY CRAP!" Daniel boomed!

Daniel was always a wishful thinker. Things didn't always work out the best for him, but he still tried to see the bright side of things.

That's why of all people to find a body altering spell online, he was the first to try it! Even if he spoke the words aloud and didn't think it worked.

You see. Daniel was a pretty overlooked Asian guy. He was pretty short at 5 feet even. The only weight he managed to put on was fat. When he tried to dress for an occasion he just never thought the clothes fit right.

When he spoke the words to the spell, he envisioned all the handsome fitness influencers he'd seen online. He thought of all the handsome athletes he'd watched on TV. In his mind he tried to picture the perfect body for himself.

And unfortunately for Daniel, after he spoke the words he didn't feel any different. He'd look down and see his normal body and in the mirror his average face. Everything about himself seemed normal to him, so like most things in life, he shrugged it off and tried to find the bright side in things.

What he didn't realize is that he was seeing a different version of himself than the rest of the world.

While he thought of himself as a 5 foot nothing nerd at a cafe, the world saw large bearded giant of a man manspreading at his table to accommodate for his titanous legs.

Daniel didn't notice the scores of women doing double takes as they passed his tables. He didn't see the group of guys looking at his physique with envy and lust. In fact, when his waiter came over and said that his coffee and croissant were paid for already, he just considered it good luck! He was completely oblivious to the couple eyeing him from across the cafe hoping to get his attention.

And so Daniel continued to live his life.

He would go shopping for clothes and not realize when the certain sizes fit a bit too snugly. Store attendants would try and sneak peaks at the goliath trying to fit into a size small when he really needed a XXL.

When he was trying for a job interview he'd wear his best suit and wonder why his interviewer gasped when he entered the door. Meanwhile the interviewer would wonder how this giant of a man who had to duck through the entryway to fit, could even possibly be their new junior IT guy!

At home sometimes he'd wonder if he was making enough food or try to figure out why he was so hungry all the time. He never realized that he needed to feed his new body with a lot more calories to power his new powerful muscles!

Before he knew it, Daniel was surrounded by positive energy. Smiling faces, people asking for dates, and random compliments on the streets surrounded him. It raised his self esteem when people were this nice. It even inspired him to start going to the gym.

Guys there were really excited to see Daniel. When he heard comments like.

"Bro! You some sort of bodybuilder?" "Fuck did we hire a new personal trainer?" "Dude you got to give me some advice on supplements." "Man, I don't think we carry weights heavy enough for you!"

Daniel just assumed they were being nice and joking. Afterall, as he went to lift the 5lb dumbells in the corner, he would just see his scrawny self lifting weights. All the while the entire gym saw this amazing man flexing his large arms as he towered over every gym goer in the area.

You see Daniel continued to live a fun and fulfilling life. He didn't realize he had the body of his dreams, but still chose to see the bright side of things when good things started coming his way. The rest of the world just saw him as a really big man who wasn't keen on showing off like all those other blow hards out there. It was all a matter of perspective after all...

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Normally that's where Daniel's story would end. However, that's where I come in!

My name is Carter. Just your run of the mill curse breaker who likes to travel. I dabble in charms, and work occasionally with glamours. I intended to get to know Daniel, who seemed like the most humble jock I'd ever seen. He was so kind and optimistic, I wanted to get to know him better.

However, the more I spoke to him the more I realized. magic was at work. The day I broke the news to him went a little like this.

-

"You realize you're a lot bigger than you seem. Haven't you wondered why you wear size 15 shoes and your license says you're 6'7 and 249lbs?" Carter asked.

"Very funny Carter. I haven't grown an inch over 5 feet since college. But I appreciate you trying to make me feel better about my height. And these shoes are size 7." Daniel laughed.

"Well, maybe it's time I help you see things from my perspective." Carter waved his hand as a few lightly glowing symbols circled Daniel revealing his new form to himself for the first time.

"HOLY CRAP!" Daniel boomed!

One Guy, Multiple Stories

First Prompt: The Ambassador's Son

I look at myself in the mirror. They really managed to squeeze me into this asshat, and there's no trace of it. Not a single scratch, scar, anything. I'm fully sealed and I'm going to pass every single scanner test and even surgery involving internal organs as Nicholas Holt, the youngest son and the only children of Ambassador Holt that joined him to his placement in Madrid. His older siblings are either married or have worked in the US while Nick over here is a 20 years old college dropout that wanted to start over after failing big time in his pursuit of engineering degree. His start over to major in Business over here in Spain is also not showing some sort of promising trajectory, but he keeps it a secret and instead continuing to enjoy Madrid's night life, something I knew from first-hand account now that I'm inside him, is his actual reason to follow along his parents and decided to enroll in a Spanish university. That also gave me the access to enter him and now here I am in a 4 star hotel somewhere in the southern part of Spain where he firmly stated to his bodyguard to not follow him. That was his mistake, and now, all I need to do is laying low and head back to Madrid where I will have to kill Ambassador Holt and this boy will take the fall for it.

Second Prompt: Focus On Your Career

I still remember that eventful day. I was strolling around California, hopping from one city to the other during my leave, when I stumbled upon this worker in a privately-owned glass house and botanical garden

He has this pronounced feature of a model and he seemed to be very nice by judging through his warm smile and this radiant energy. I was instantly hooked and offered him right there on the spot whether he wanted to be represented by me and my agency or not. He was blushing and respectfully asked for himself to make a decision only after consulting with his family, which I gladly let him. I know a baited person when I see one, and I knew from back then, I got Santiago hook, line and sinker

Long story short, he accepted the offer and I took him places. I got him countless advert and runway just in his first year, and he started building his live in New York. Everything went pretty well for the first 18 months, until he met Cassandra Loew. Cass is one heck of a sneaky old hag that just didn't realize that she's indeed looking like her age. The 47 years old photographer managed to convince Santiago to become her boyfriend and they started dating, which took most of his time rather than spending his time working and building more of his career. I was frustrated, yet once again Cass snatched boys under my tutelage to be her boytoy and they got easily swayed by Cass' wealth. But I'm not ready to lose Santiago yet so I decided an intervention is needed. Too bad for him, the intervention never involved snapping him out of loving Cass or anything that involved him having a say on it. I switched his bath bomb with one I made to ensure a more malleable and penetrable skin, and as expected, he became the perfect suit right after several minutes inside the tub.

That's when I called my friend, a retired model scout that lost his job and also divorced, to help me along and get Santiago back to his lane. He is excited for the chance to finally work on the other side of the camera, but the side effect of the intense bath bomb might caused some headache for him. So as soon as he finishes locking himself up inside Santiago, his vision is slightly blurred and his gaze seemed confused and half-vacant

"You'll be fine, take your time. Now let's get you out from the tub,"

I gave him the robe and pat himself. What I didn't tell him is the fact that during these stages, the bodysuit's mind tend to be easily penetrable by planted thoughts

And that's exactly what I did, to shape him into the perfect and obedient model that will gladly follow all my direction and solely focused on developing his career.

Third Prompt: A Weekly Visit

George is enjoying his weekend playing games in his PC when a rather loud noise comes from his wall. It's been a recurring problem for the past few weeks but he simply couldn't tell what caused such noise. It sounded like something with multiple legs moving very quickly from within the wall. He tried to ignore it and put on his headphone, but then the noise turned into one shocking bang that caught him off guard and caused him to drop from his gaming chair

"What the fuck?" He cussed as he stands up from the floor and slowly yet surely walked to get close to the source of the sound

But before he can even put his hands on the wall or placed his ear to check the noise, a swooping force from behind his back caused him to arch his back. His eyes fluttered for several seconds while something clearly travels within him as his back slightly bulged. The invading mass then stopped moving and so does George finally stopping his back arch.

He let out a sigh of relieve and then smiled

"Always good to be back inside you. Now, let's call your buddy, Jensen. Pretty sure Charles already made his way inside that big running back so he can destroy this ass of yours, pretty boy,"

Fourth Prompt: Set Up

"Cute muscle,"

"Yes, I know. I saw him in the gym downstairs and I knew back there you would like him,"

"I do. What a fit young hunk he is. And thank God the gears fit him,"

"Yeah. Gotta make a little adjustment in my vision about him actually, but he's generally built like that. So now, let's get started. I aim to finish the whole thing around 3 PM, and then I'll upload it after I'm done with the whole edit,"

"Ah, what did you adjust?"

"Is that matter?"

"Yeah, it is. You rarely adjust things when you mold me for this sort of role. You usually left it as it is,"

"Well, the gear is not necessarily making this whole no adjustment easy. But, it's his cock. A tad too big, 9.5 inches. And his voice. Hella deep,"

"What? Isn't it going to be hot scenario when a young cocky hung jocks got shown by a muscle daddy how a big cock doesn't make someone instantly an alpha? Having that thick meat seemingly useless as this hole got split into two by you. And fuck, he has deeper voice? I couldn't imagine it but that must be very perfectly seal the whole facade that this is a straight hung jock getting fucked by a muscle daddy that he pissed off with his attitude. Fuck, thinking about that makes me hard already, those combo will certainly generate viewers,"

"Certainly, but then he'll be the star of our channel and people will demand more of him rather than me or any other character I made you into. Some imperfection in my partner is needed so I'll remain the center of the channel. The account centred around me and my sexual adventure, not the random partners,"

"Can you at least make the voice close to the original? Trust me, that would really seal the deal. The backstory is him being straight, right?"

"Hhhh.....sure. Let me play the recording of his voice and adjust accordingly from there,"

Fifth Prompt: Vengeance

It took me quite some times, he even graduated high school almost 2 years ago, but I eventually make it happen

Lawrence Ross has been the most annoying brat in the history of me working as a school janitor. Such a piece of shit and not only students, he bullied school staffers too just because his family has been a constant donor for the school, ranked in the top 3 biggest contributor for the school in the 21st century. Whereas both of his parents has been very nice and respectful based on my account meeting them back when they were still in highschool and I was also freshly working in the school, he's been nothing but a nightmare. He also slept (and impregnated) my daughter, Flora, and that sent our family into chaos as he forced her to abort the baby and always denied that he would sleep with a lowly janitor daughter no matter how pretty she is, that's exactly what he said. So it was only normal that I have a personal vendetta against him

The material for the spell is quite complicated, hence the time spent, but the moment all of it are gathered, it was as simple as reading a one-liner. I made Flora aware of the plan after she caught me one night with some of the materials and my checklist and despite some initial hesitation, she eventually let me proceed with the plan. I promised her that I would sent her hefty amount of money as a way to payback all his action and despite not necessarily happy with the whole money thing, she said it should be enough and having his life taken away is actually quite a punishment as his life got cut short. I also promised him to make Lawrence a better man, after all, it's gonna be me in the driving seat, of course I don't want to have legal trouble whatsoever and just want to enjoy the privilege of being a rich motherfucker for once.

As the last words of the spell left my mouth, I instantly experienced the most painful full-body blow and then I eventually realized that my physical body simply laid in the cold basement floor of my house while at the same time I floated above it. Not even a minute later, my soul pulled strongly to a destination I fully know already. He might be out of state due to him attending a university not around here, but I kept some of the stuff he left in his locker in the hallway and also in the football team locker room. That must be why the spell required his belongings as one of the materials, so I let whatever this force is pulling me and then.....BAM......I suddenly feel all sort of senses activated. My vision then welcomed by the reflection of Lawrence currently holding his phone in front of the mirror only in his luxurious Versace bathrobe, and I cannot help but let out a smirk

"You're mine now, asshole,"

This may or may not surprise some of y’all, but I’m more in favor of having others make the decisions for me 😄 I consider myself to be someone who’s great at giving pleasure, though I do love to receive it too! Letting someone tf me into exactly who or what they think will get them off the hardest sounds great to me 🤤

"Stay there, you fucking maniac,"

"Took you quite long,"

"Well, at least we still got you. I said, stop fucking moving,"

The impostor Taron Egerton rolled from the island and dropped to the kitchen floor.

"You know I'm not the only one,"

"But we know you'll get us to the others," said the agent as he ensured that the impostor Taron tightly handcuffed and won't be able to runaway

The house quickly surrounded by countless other agencies. FBI, CIA, DEA, ICE, all sort of federal agencies gathered in the house to find out the next step they have to take in order to take the whole operation down.

Meanwhile, the DEA agent hoisted the impostor Taron up from the floor and brought him to the front living section of the open space house.

There, a woman agent and a man in suit already waited for the impostor Taron. He just smirked as he realized that this might be the end of his journey, finally.

"So, what's next? You'll offer me some deal to make me free from prison while all the others rot in prison like what your DEA fella here implied?"

"Oh, you naive gentleman. You're going to land in prison, alright. No excuses or any good deeds that would deprive that opportunity for you to redeem your criminal lifestyle. But of course a shorter time inside sounds already good enough if we're remembering the magnitude of your crime while posing as a celebrity, tarnishing their image with your behavior as you posed as them,"

"Well, not like I have any other options. Sign me up then, I'm in, I'll tell you everything about the rest of the group,"

And as he said that, the chief investigator eyes twinkled into different color for just a split second, and that's when the impostor Taron knew that he got a friend by his side and he might be able to get out from this shitty predicament after all

It's my sister’s wedding and I needed some men urgently to shift some heavy stuff out of the van. It was heavy enough for me alone to lift it. I asked a guy from the decorator's team to help me but he didn’t cooperate. He looked strong and muscular with huge biceps perfect for the job. But he made some excuse and denied it. I had to get this done anyhow so I did what I had to do. I possessed his body and used his body to do the heavy lifting.

I had to agree this guy had a real sexy muscular body and a nice package to go also with it. I could do all the work alone with his body. All the work had this body sweat getting me the opportunity to work shirtless flexing his muscles. I see all the looks I got from guys and girls as the washboard abs and the waistband of his underwear was on display which made me horny. I rubbed off his sweat in a sexual way making his cock in those pants rise up and make a noticeable bulge. I did a quick jerk off session in the bathroom admiring his strong muscles and intoxicating masculine musk. Maybe I should use his guy for a while as someone might need some help again or maybe I’ll have some fun who can say no to a body like this.

He was not my long leave plan. I said I want to be away from work and rethink my priorities in life as I'm close to 40 and not getting any progress in my love life. Well, his presence certainly ensure that I have times to get laid with whoever I want. From a quick browse of his gallery, he's definitely a power bottom for older dudes and jocks bigger than him, but I'm gonna use this fuck stick too and experience some warm cunt in between, opening both of ourselves to new experience

Beside, he's gonna get the best of this experience actually. He can just ditch that flat of his and live in unit instead. For work, he can get hands-on experience and I can do his works easily too, so it will not feel like working too much after all. He would done such a terrible job without some IQ and EQ boost from my "intervention" so I'm doing him a favor. Because let's face it, when HR set the call for our interview, that happened because I ensured HR that he's a great candidate despite not knowing a single shit about him and that application of his can be overlooked. I actually did some project in his campus and I just dropped his name in my conversation with the HR team that he's also involved in the project and worked brilliantly, which is a lie that they bought and that landed him in the interview. Some other candidates were definitely more worthy for the chance, but I have my eyes set from the get go for him and here he is now, under my control and ready to learn and contribute to the company.

Well, just gotta wait for 2 weeks until my actual long leave to be fully gone inside of him, but for now, let me immerse myself inside my vacation destination

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

It has been 5 years since my wife died and I spent all those years drowning myself into different jobs just to provide a life of luxury for our two sons. Unbeknownst to me, the gap in our bond widens. I rarely stay at home and when I can, I expected some father and son bonding but both of my sons are occupied by their own plans. I also discovered that this two is not in good terms over a damn video game. I didn’t expect them to be this childish, especially Dan who is the eldest. He should be considerate of his younger brother Jan. This hurts my heart. They are brothers, they should love and respect each other.

To deal with my growing stress and depression, I masturbate multiple times a day be it at home or work. However within these past few months, I’m having trouble getting hard and my cum is lesser than what I consider normal. I consulted a doctor and I was told I am having an erectile dysfunction. This crumble my world. The only other thing which kept me sane for all those years is now gone. This hurt me further. 

I was kind of bored these past few days, I decided to look at some of our old stuff in the garage. I found an amulet and a century-old-looking book among my late wife’s belonging. Reading the book’s cover, it appears to be a family heirloom. My curiosity hits me and I read it further. It was a compilation of spells that can be used with the amulet. I always knew that my wife have a talent but not this much! The body possession spell caught my attention. According to the footnote, the possessing soul could make certain decisions that would reflect towards the host’s mind and body to think that those actions are done under their own volition. This may help me to know more about my sons so I could be a better father and adjust to their needs physically and mentally, and possibly put a remedy towards their brotherly fight.

I hurriedly clean all the mess in the garage and climbed into my room upstairs. I put the amulet around my neck and followed the book’s instructions. Few seconds after reading the spell ten times, I felt droopy and closed my eyes. I started to feel light as if I have no weight. When I open my eyes, I was kissing the ceiling. I am floating! I turn my back around and saw my body below me, sleeping peacefully. I practiced hovering inside my room and quickly mastered moving as a spirit. I tried touching some objects but my limbs keep on passing through them. After more tries, I managed to move my book over the table. It seems I could only lift up to few kilograms but it will do.

I should check Jan first. I dove into the floor, passing through it swiftly. Below my room is the living room where I found Jan. He was lying on the sofa while rubbing his hands over his bulge. Is he masturbating? I moved closer and saw his member mightily stood up under his shorts. Apparently Jan doesn’t wear any garments underneath his shorts. He furiously massaged his growing member and I’m so envious. This is the perfect time to try possessing him. 

I concentrated in front of my younger son. Jan’s body repeatedly arched up and down as I was being pulled toward his smaller frame. I could feel my ghostly limbs and head rearranged itself over his flesh. Moments later, I realized I am now in control. I raised Jan’s hands and touched his cute face. Then I quickly grasped his hard dick. I missed this kind of feeling. 

I picked up his phone from the floor which fell down when I’m possessing him. I searched through his memory for the password and successfully open it. I was shocked. Jan is watching a gay porn from a popular website! I didn’t know he is interested in this kind of thing. I’m not against it or anything but he could talk to me about it. 

I read further into his brain and learned that he was closeted until Dan discovered it. They didn’t fought over a video game but instead over Jan’s attempt to secretly give his brother a blowjob! Even me would be surprised if that suddenly happens. Those thoughts enraged my excitement and more blood was pushed into Jan’s dick making it longer and bigger. I was amazed. It is already as same size as mine and Jan just hit puberty! I grasped my hands around his shaft and continued his interrupted masturbation. I moved my hands up and down as my body followed. My borrowed muscles tensed up and the fabric became wet as cum passes through it. It’s so euphoric, comparable to my body.

Almost an hour had passed when I decided to leave Jan’s body. I really enjoyed playing with his member. I hope he doesn’t mind me using his body more often. This time, it’s Dan’s turn to be possessed. If Jan had such impressive member, I wonder how awesome is Dan’s. He’s a jock after all. 

I swam up through the air towards Dan’s room upstairs. I saw him only in his underwear and doing some push-ups. I could see his well-endowed arms as he lifted his own weight. His bulge presses against the floor every time he lean downwards. I couldn’t tell if it’s erect or not. If it is, I’m up for a disappointment. 

I moved above him and noticed a video camera over his bed. It seems he’s recording his routine. Oh, it would be a nice idea to see how it looks like to be possessed. I concentrated and was sucked into Dan. He shouted loudly due to the shock. He probably noticed that something hit him unlike Jan. His body squirms around as I positioned myself inside him. And done! 

I stood up and tried to regain my balance. I was amazed by his well-built body. I flexed his arms and legs, touched his pecs and abs. Very sexy. My ideal body when I was still a teenager. I pulled the waist band of Dan’s underwear and I was welcome by his already erect cock. I started to feel bad for him. His member is less impressive than Jan. I cannot see why Jan would like to suck this. It’s decent but… never mind. It sounds like I’m mocking myself and I’m not any better.

I heard a loud knock by the door, and I could hear Jan’s voice from the other side. He’s asking what happened. He might have heard Dan’s scream when I entered his older brother’s body. I know! I got an idea. This might be a perfect chance to see if this tool could go better… and have their relationship fixed.

I sit at my computer, eagerly awaiting the chance to try something new. I've been curious about this whole body-swapping phenomenon for awhile now, and finally decided to take the plunge.

I found a website that promised safe and consensual swaps, and after browsing through the available options, I settled on a man in Spain. I'm not sure what it is that drew me to him, but there was something about his profile that just called out to me. Maybe it was the fact that he was also gay, or maybe it was just the way he looked in his pictures.

Either way, I was excited to get started. The process is simple enough; we each type out our desires and expectations for the swap, then decide on a time and place to meet up virtually. Once we're both in agreement, we each type in a command that will initiate the transfer of our consciousnesses into each other's bodies.

As soon as I'm in his body, I can tell that something isn't right. For starters, I can't understand a word of Spanish. This wouldn't be so bad if I could at least read or write it, but alas, even those basic skills seem to have deserted me. It's like my brain has been completely wiped clean; all traces of my intelligence and knowledge gone in an instant.

What's worse is that my new body seems to be completely controlled by its base desires. All I can think about is sex; specifically jacking off and worshipping my new muscles.

The scent of my own musk is intoxicating, and every time I catch a whiff of it, my cock gets hard as rock. I try unsuccessfully to fight against these urges for awhile, but eventually give in and indulge myself. It feels amazing to touch myself all over my new body; every inch of muscle is perfectly sculpted and toned.

My dick is huge compared to what I'm used to; easily twice the size it was before! Jacking off is pure ecstasy as I pump away at this monstrous tool buried deep inside me. Eventually exhaustion takes over and I pass out from sheer blissful relief.

I wake up the next morning to the sound of someone speaking Spanish rapidly. It takes me a few moments to realize that they're talking to me; apparently I'm supposed to be working today.

I try to explain that I don't understand what they're saying, but all that comes out is a string of gibberish. The other workers just laugh and brush me off, leaving me to my own devices.

With nothing else to do, I wander around the construction site aimlessly. It's clear that I'm not going to be able to do anything useful here, so I might as well just enjoy myself.

The sight and smell of all the hardworking men around me is incredibly arousing, and soon enough I find myself stealing glances at their muscular bodies whenever I can. Some of them catch me looking, and instead of getting angry, they only smirk and wink at me suggestively.

It's not long before one of them approaches me and starts talking in rapid Spanish. Again, I have no idea what he's saying, but from the way he's gesturing and his tone of voice, it's clear that he wants me to follow him.

The man leads me to a secluded spot on the construction site, and before I know it, he's got me pressed up against a wall with his huge body. His hands roam my body hungrily, pulling down my jeans and yanking my shirt off over my head. I'm completely helpless under his touch as he explores my naked body, claiming me as his own.

He kisses me hard, bruising my lips with the force of it, before pushing me down to my knees and thrusting his thick cock into my eagerly awaiting mouth. I suck him off like a pro, despite never having done it before; apparently this new body of mine knows exactly what to do.

The taste of his salty skin and musky scent is divine, and I can feel myself getting more and more turned on with every passing second. Eventually he pulls out and pushes me onto my back in the dirt, spreading my legs wide open for him. He doesn't hesitate to plunge himself deep inside me, driving me wild with pleasure as he pounds away relentlessly.

I scream out in ecstasy as he brings me closer and closer to the edge, until finally I'm coming so hard that I see stars. He follows suit soon after, pumping his hot load deep inside me and filling me up completely.

Even though I'm now a stupid construction worker who can't even speak Spanish, I'm oddly happy with my new life. I may not be able to do much, but I sure know how to please a man. And judging by the way the other workers always flock to me whenever they need their cocks serviced, I'd say I'm pretty good at it. They use me like a cum dump, and I love every second of it. They take turns fucking me in every hole, and I gladly accept their loads; each one hotter and more intense than the last.

The confused, yet annoyed man walked up to a blue fence, and looked back at his surroundings. He however, had not noticed something creeping up onto the top of the fence.

And before he even could react…

The human-like creature lunged at his head, and quickly wrapped itself around it.

“MMMFMM?!” (WHAT THE FUCK?)

He tried to reach for his face to peel the rubber-like thing off, but he couldn’t move his arms. In his struggle to break free, he began to slowly lose consciousness as a strange, yet arousing sensation had filled his brain…

“…”

“It seems like my new creation worked,” The creature said, deviously chuckling as he grabbed his crotch.

All the girls in my area talk about a guy called Charlie who meant to be amazing in bed. I'm sure one girl just slept with him for the night and started talking about it. They been talking about his big cock and how hung he is.

A few days after finally finding out who he is, I was amazed by his looks, I knew this was the body I wanted. Lucky for me I had one chance of body swapping left before a lifetime charge. I started to feel myself go into the void. . . .

I was caught in a strange dream where Charlie was fighting me and as he let his guard go down, I went towards his body and it went strange.

I suddenly woke up feeling more powerful than ever, I felt confident and the smell in the room was different! I was Charlie, I just couldn't believe it! I was standing there in my shorts with the biggest hard on ever. This cock is fucking huge, it was wanting my attention badly. I couldn't resist it as I took a selfie and loaded up my only fans where plenty of guys and girls were wanting to be at it.

This is my body until I grow old and have the chance to swap bodies with a young guy again. Poor Charlie hasn't got much time left in my old body but he will know his body is in safe hands when I say hello to him.