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Colt is my star player. He wanted my blessing to date my adopted gay son. I said, "Win the game, and you can be together. Lose and I win a considerable favor from you."

Colt accepted knowing my son told him it would be okay. But truth is, my son Dane is trying to get out of being my future host body.

Yes, he found out after reading through my old books on magic and forgotten traditions. He cried, and I felt somewhat guilt tripped to offering another way. This is that way.

Colt as planned, lost the game.

"What was the favor, coach?" Colt sounded disappointed.

"I'm going to ask you a question, and I need you to say, "I consent to receive you." It's a old family thing, you know, if I am to give my blessing..."

Colt shrugs, "Okay... what is it?"

I asked after chanting under my breath, "Do you consent to receive me as you?"

"What? That's kinda weird. Don't you think? But sure, I consent to receive you." Colt laughed at the concept.

I smiled, "There's no longer any need to lie. We have been linked. If I am ever to die or perish, I will inherit your body. Take good care it for me, and please have fun while it's still yours."

"Wait, you're joking, right? This is my fucking body. You stay out of it, and away from me. You creep." Colt retorted.

Dane walked nearby, and with a face of both guilt and relief, took a deep breath. He came up to us, "Sorry Colt. I liked you as my boyfriend. We can still fuck as much as you want. But eventually, you will be his. Again, I'm really sorry. I couldn't become his host body. You saved me from that fate."

Colt frowned, 'how long do I have until..."

"Enough. I don't even know. Could be a couple years. I'm not well. Longevity potions stopped working. This form is 200 years old, even though it appears at 40. I will rapidly age into dust when the time comes."

Colt gulped in fear and looked at Dane, "we need to talk right now..."

Dane whispers, "Please just accept this. I'll be the best sex machine until the time comes. Forget about today, and just live."

Colt snapped, and punched Dane in the heart, "I will fuck you and I will make you regret this betrayal. The sex will be so good, you'll wish you never let that freak link his soul to my body."

2 years later.

Dane and Colt are going at it in their apartment. Colt growling, "you like being my cum dumpster? Because that is the fate of the betrayer. You haven't topped my ass since. You'll never be worthy."

Dane moans, "Yes, Colt... I'm betrayer, punishment must be severe."

Colt was focused in ramming Dane's bubble butt. Until the foretold possession came...

With Colt's dick still inside Dane, "No! Get out. Please! THIS IS MY BODY, ASSHOLE. UHHHH!"

The now recently possessed Colt, "Consent was given. You can't fight for control. For in the laws of magic, ownership was transferred."

Dane was crying, "Please, give us more time..."

"I can only offer you 5 minutes of him with partial control to say goodbye, and then I will explore my new self." Colt's voice sounded annoyed.

"Dane. I feel him. Like claws reaching inside my brain. I NEED HIM GONE. I see his thoughts and feel his intent with my body. He's a freak. Oh no. This creep been spying on us!"

Dane said, "Probably for the last time, I am sorry that you had to take my place as his host. It was selfish of me. But rest knowing, you are my hero."

"You weren't mine. You just owed me, Dane. I, what? Probably have a minute left. You never even thought to save me. You're a coward-" were Colt's last words just as he managed to punch his own face in retaliation.

"Well, that was rude of my host... Dane, maybe if you're a good boyfriend, you'll top this ass for the first time in 2 years... after I spend a long time in the bathroom." Colt winked at Dane.

Dane sneered, "Don't know why you took so long to choose a new host. But the game we played was really something, huh? He never suspected our true intentions. Remember how I became Dane after he found your books all those years ago? We had to speed things up. And the gaming of our host bodies... legendary.

"Yeah, sure. But I am so fucking horny. This dick is insane. The waiting. The watching. The trickery. It all really spiced up our relationship. I was so jealous. It just made me want you more. By the way, aren't you going to focus on getting your big dick to grow to its full potential? Think I need it like right now. Give it to me now Dane!" as we eyed each other naked bodies, and Dane got fully hard.

We kissed like we were dehydrated. The Coltonator (new nickname) bottomed. Dane topped. And so on.

Deep inside Colt's mind, "I can't believe this..."

The Heir of Fortune

My grandfather gave me a sweet new car for my 21st birthday. He offered me his entire fortune, given I let him relive his youth in my body for 24 hours starting tomorrow.

I told him no. It creeped me out. It's my body. I don't have to share it.

Next morning, I awoke to my hands jacking off my dick without my permission.

"Sorry, Tyler. I intended to start you off with false hope. But I was always going to move into your body as my new home. Your father died before I could take him over, but he had you. So, I waited for your body to reach 21 years of age. It's the perfect time to pull off a transference."

I resisted him, my hands shaking in place, "Please get out of me. This is wrong."

"I disagree. This is all so right." As his went outside staring at my bulge, back against the car he got for me or really himself, "Let's go fuck that boyfriend you like so much. I'm going to be the millionaire playboy I have been yearning to be."

He blocked me out after I wouldn't stop complaining. After fucking my boyfriend, he asked him to do porn with him.

Their first video was our bodies getting railed as duo bottom buddies while holding hands with lines of tops taking turns, despite our large dicks. It's beyond humiliating.

Couple years later, he unblocked my internal voice. "How you like being my host body? Enjoying the view?"

"When will this end?" I pleaded.

"Hmmm. If I found a rich husband for my soul to inhabit, then you could have some freedoms restored." He purred and winked at my reflection.

4 months later. He ended up married to my initial boyfriend. Morning of the honeymoon, I had control over my body.

My now husband crawled on top of me, "I found a way to surf between 2 hosts now. No escape from my grip..." he resumed control of my body and hands and gripped my dick. And did the same to the husband.

'Be a good body now. Use this time to relax before rough sex later. The dual grip will be insane."

Fuck. Oh no. He's returning.

The search bar on my phone: "How to evict intruder from your body?"

My thieving grandfather, "Oh, you've been a bad host body, haven't you?" he was getting a hard on.

The husband and my once boyfriend rushed me, and put an amulet of protection around my neck. And he was instantly hijacked by my grandfather. "Let's take that thing off, shall we?"

I ran outside into the street. He was running after me. I tripped over a rock. And bruised my knees. He grabbed the amulet. Ripped it off, but but a moment. We both touched it. My once boyfriend and I had a heart to heart.

"How long has it been since he took your body?"

"21st birthday"

"Almost 3 years?! I'm sorry. There's only one amulet right now. One of us has to run...the other continue to be his victim." He placed the amulet on my neck, and said to run.

I ran. And I continued to do so until a male witch found me. Made another amulet. And gave me an anti possession tattoo.

"I'll never stop searching for you, my lost love. Not until I save you from the thief of your perfect body, and the time we lost to the robbery."

Meanwhile, the thief is question, "As the husband, I still am owed half of the fortune. And I'm still hot. Not a bad deal." flirting with the mirror while the host is cursing him out.

Of course, the grandfather was never true family. Just a body surfing sex addict wanting the good life since year 1712, focused on a family line to retain wealth and good genes.

Jamie was a gamer who had a million followers. One night, Jamie found a magic lamp on my way home from a late night grocery shopping and took it home. Thinking it was just a joke, he playfully rubbed the lamp.

Jamie became shocked when smoke came out from the lamp and a genie appeared in front of me. "Hello, master. You have released me from the lamp and I am now in your debt, where I'll grant you three wishes."

"Wait what? Why just three?" Jamie, confused, asked. He says, "It has always been the rules of nature, master. What do you wish for, master?"

Immediately, an idea came to mind. "I might have an idea. But I need to put you back inside the lamp first."

An hour later...

Jamie arrived in front of his bully, Suj's apartment. When he looked through Suj's apartment window on the first floor, he was only in his shorts that shows his huge bulge in the bathroom taking selfies, giving him a slight hard on.

Suj was Jamie's bully in high school and had tortured him. He was the stereotypical jock who's popular with the girls. He had made his life a living hell after he found out Jamie was gay. Even then, he had a huge ass crush on him until now.

Then one Jamie snuck inside his apartment, he took out the lamp, rubbed it and commanded the genie.

"Genie I wish you free from this lamp and for you to pull his soul out from his own body and destroy it."

"Wish granted master," the genie answered, and then flew over to where Suj's bathroom is.

When Suj saw the genie, he was only able to scream out, "What the fuck?!!" before the genie made his soul, in bead form, to travel up his throat.

Suj tried hard to fight hard to prevent his soul from leaving his body, but Jamie, taking the opportunity, immediately went inside and jacked him off, thinking it would work and it did.

Turns out it was quicker as he opened his mouth from the jacking off to moan and his soul ended up flying out of his mouth, causing Suj's body to fall to the ground.

The moment the soul left his body, it exploded, effectively killing the real Suj.

Then, Jamie put him on the sofa all naked and his underwear still down from Jami jacking him off and said to the genie, "Genie for my final wish I want you to possess him and I will help you to live your brand new lease on life."

"Granted." The genie then turned into smoke with his magic and flew into Suj's mouth, causing it to convulse violently. He lulled his head back on the pillows as I can see the genie travel through Suj's body, and he arched his back too and cum flew out of his cock due to the forced entry.

Seeing this I was incredibly turned on, both by his hot ass and muscles, but also by the scene playing out before me.

A few minutes later, the genie, now Suj, lifted his arms to touch his new body. "Thank you, master. You're truly my savior for freeing me from the lamp."

"No matter, now--" Suddenly, the genie walked towards me and held me tight. "What the-? What are you--?"

The genie suddenly gave an evil grin. "Hehehe... thank you human... thanks to you, I'm now free to take over the world..." He then used his magic to snap Jamie's neck, killing him.

"Stupid human... you probably shouldn't take a lamp home without caution hahahaha... Well I've got to thank you, Jamie, for giving me this body."

He then used magic to control Jamie's body with a small piece of himself, splitting his soul in two and throws it into Jamie's body, giving him full control of two bodies.

He then took off Jamie's clothes and pushed him into the same sofa. "Well now then, 'Jamie'... why don't we fuck before we take over the world hehehe..."

I had just arrived home from work when I saw my Dad, come out through the foyer in nothing but shorts. The moment he saw me, he took big steps towards me and kissed me.

"Oh, hi 'son'… how was work today?"

"Oh come on babe… you know you don'y have to call me that anymore… You may be my dad now, but you're my boyfriend deep down hehe…"

A few months ago…

This is my boyfriend, Jake. We had been in a relationship for three years after having met on a blind date and found out that we also go to the same university.

While I'm more on the introverted side, he was more of the social butterfly in the relationship. Despite our different personalities, we were compatible and he was the more dominant one in the bedroom and also he knows I love being dominated and getting tied up, so our sex life was super great hehe.

However, our relationship was cut short when Jake died in a car accident after a drunk truck driver ran the red light and plowed into Jake's car.

His death really destroyed me and I kept crying for weeks mourning his death. My dad, who didn't know about my relationship with Jake, asked what's wrong but I couldn't bring myself to tell him and kept everything to myself.

One day, I bought an ouija board from an antique shop to try to summon the ghost of my boyfriend. When I used it, he immediately answered me through the board and I was super happy.

I used the planchette to try to see if I can find my boyfriend. But when I did, I could not see anyone and was disappointed. However, when I put it down, I was shocked when I saw Jake's face inches away from me, fully naked.

"Hi, babe!"

'Aargghh!" I screamed in shock. My shock turned to one of missing his dead boyfriend as Jake winked at me.

"Jake… I-I…." Before I can finish my sentence, he turned physical and kissed me, hard. "H-How can I kiss you?!"

"I was shocked as well, I had been wanting to kiss you the moment you called on me and was surprised I can kiss you!"

"I-I miss you Jake… I was so sad you died and now you're here!"

Before Jake can answer, my dad suddenly entered the room and I immediately hid the ouija board. "Hey son, why are you screaming? Everything okay?"

Apparently, my dad can't see Jake being with me so I immediately lied, "Oh, n-nothing dad, I thought I saw a cockroach and screamed. You know how much I hate cockroaches."

When my dad left the room, Jake and I immediately got to talking. I told him that I've been missing him and all the times we've been together.

Suddenly, he made himself physical again and touched my growing bulge. "Wanna do it, babe?"

Without hesitation, I kissed him hard and we started fucking on my bed and I can bet you we did all the things that we have fantasized about and done before.

The next day…

After our night of fucking, I fell asleep in bed with him next to me and when I woke up in the morning, I was sad when I saw that Jake was gone. Even though it was only for a short time, I'm glad that he was there so that I can say goodbye.

Or, that was what I thought when I suddenly saw my dad acting weird when I went to the bathroom and saw him. He was touching his big abs and penis, and also moaning while doing so.

"Dad, what the fuck?!"

Dad turned around and pulled me into the bathroom.

"Babe, it's me! Jake!"

"What? Please tell me this is some kind of dumb joke. And how did you even find out about him?"

"Babe, I promise you it's me, your, well, boyfriend now dad!" He then proceeded to spill out things that only he knows about me, from where we had our first date to what things he knows I like him doing to me during sex.

Then he told me how it happened.

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The night before (Jake's POV)

Being a bit turned on by the dad's body, I wanted to see for myself what he looks like up close and so I went to his room.

I flew into his room, and he was taking a selfie and it looks like he's preparing to sleep. When I floated behind him, I was mesmerised by his body and just wanted to touch his muscles.

Instead, I felt myself getting sucked into him through his back and I tried to pull away, but it didn't do anything and I ended up getting sucked in.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in your dad's body and was shocked.

"Damn… I'm not sure what had happened but I'm starting to like this hehehe…" I then used my new hands to jerk myself off and pinched myself in the nipples, moaning ecstatically as I reveled in the pleasures of having a new body.

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When he finished, I was shocked. "I admit, I was curious about your dad and his hot body. If you remember, I always wanted to have a big burly body but well now I can't as a ghost."

Not gonna lie, seeing my dad with his sweaty body and big arms gave me a hard on, and Jake noticed.

Grinning, Jake walked up to me and said, "Wanna have a taste of my new hot body babe? I'm guessing seeing your dad be controlled by me gave you a hard-on. And you know I won't ever leave your side now that I'm in control of your dad."

And what followed was a full day of weekend fucking and getting to know my dad's body as Jake used Dad's strength to pin me to my bed and suck my nipples, tie me up, and dominate me.

In the present…

In order to be able to pull off this relationship, we left the house we were living in and moved to another neighborhood where no one knows us, and it was easier since our family had cut off all ties after my dad approved of my sexuality.

When I asked him what happened to Dad, he told me that the moment he entered my Dad, my dad had been silent, so either he's here but asleep or he's gone, since there hasn't been any resistance.

Hey, im that quiet guy, you know the guy that seems very nice, the one who is a good listener and very good in whatever work needs to be done but is usually overlooked.

My name is Ashton, I’m an introvert who lives a rather regulated life. I wake up and do my morning workout at the gym running and lifting some weights then shower and go to my job as a Librarian which is actually a pretty good job. Basically I keep the store near and clean, do cashiers stuff and answer any questions that people may have like the type of book they need or just be a good listener to who talking.

I grew up in a pretty safe home, I kept up my grades in school, made sure to do what my parents asked me and as long as I was managable or quiet, I got what I wanted most of the time.

Basically, other than school, I was mostly at home or at the library when I could. I was always surrounded by books or whatever stimulation I could gain mentally and ready to learn new things. At one point, I had friends but like any relationship, time can either bring things together or apart. Since then I was a loner who kept to himself and kept himself busy as a distraction.

It’s been nearly a decade since I graduated high school, 27 and soon to be 28, and other than work and gym, I basically had nothing much for me, besides books. I begin to get yearn for relationships.

At this time, I started observing the lives of other guys my age, how they had it so easy, they could just blend in and be accepted like no matter how different the ingredients were, they had a place for whatever was being cooked.

I find it interesting how they are going about their daily life and they run into someone they may have never meet and start talking to one another. It starts off as an introduction, then they start making jokes and it goes into their personal lives and surprisingly are able to find ground. I see it so many times and ways, they get so many opportunities this way and even if they may not know anything, that doesn’t stop them from any luck. From one side, fools get all the luck and ignorance is bliss, but on the other it’s the illusion of confidence and power that makes a person look competent.

This brought about a great envy inside of me, not to mention I couldn’t figure out how to engage the way they did and wanted to know what it was like in the mind of a extrovert. This is when I bulb lit in my head.

Becoming a extrovert

Now being able to resource the knowledge on possession wasn’t necessarily a challenge for someone who literally had not only a library but also computer skill. The only thing left was which way I could go about it and once I decided, it went off from there.

I thought about who I would prefer being, after all there were many options, but I wanted to choose someone who was not only more extroverted but who would give me the most fulfilling experience.

That’s when I saw this guy named Austin, he had a dirty blonde hair, tall exceedingly 6’3 easily and the body of a true athlete and despite having a powerful presence, he easily blended in every social environment even women who are more sensitive than men naturally.

One day, using the knowledge of his routine, I attempted to get him at his most vulnerable, for judging by his stature, he may be a strong willed one. So I waited till after his workout when his will, after hard sessions on this Tuesday, would be depleted. After an hour, he would go into the locker room and take off his shirt to send a pic of his post workout with his shirt off and then go into the sauna for a good 10-15 min to relax. This time, no one was around, which meant only me and him were in there. He would leave his phone outside the sauna and wrapped in nothing but his towel, sit in there and lay down to relax. Seeing this opportunity, I used a potion that I read about that I drink when I saw the it was clear to let it began its process.

While he was laying down and his mouth was open, I removed my towel making myself naked( can’t risk the poor guy choking on any clothing) and positioned myself over his head.

Luckily, the best part about this is that since I’m sweating, my whole body is lubed up making this more smooth. I then made a diving like stance as I went into his mouth. Austin had a little fight to him as thought, but was to will depleted to resist as I proceeded to get sucked in faster. Going through his throat to his stomach, I was forced to have to situated myself into his body like he was a new outfit. I locked into each limb giving access to control them and put my cock which was initially smaller compared to his, until this process of getting into his body gave me a hard on which actually made it more simple than putting on a pair of gloves and boy did it feel good.

Lastly I put my head into his which then gave me full control over his mind and body.

The day as Austin

After my possession of Austin, I then went into the gym shower to freshen up. While I was in the shower, the sudden shift of height and weight of this body hit me.

Usually when I shower, I was tall enough to just turn it on and it poured over my head, but now I have to make adjustments to accommodate my new body. While showering, I begin to feel the tightness of his pecs, definition of his six pack, the broadness of his shoulders, his biceps and the very thickness of his leg muscles. This felt so incredible, I felt like I was high it was intoxicating but it felt amazing.

After the shower, I got my towel and went to my locker where I got dressed for day.

When I left the gym, I followed the hardwired routine of this guy and made his protein shake to drink on the way to his job which was construction. It not usually something that peaked my interest, but the best parts were actually being able to work in a group which usually I don’t get the opportunity to do. I actually talked and joked about well anything that came to mind and despite how lacking in depth the conversations were which usually stimulated me,

I actually was energized by being able to just be seen and heard rather than be the one just listening. We also had some degrading humor but it was all in good spirits. Overall, throughout the job, it seems that teamwork here has more to do with your ability to establish a bond or relationship with the workers rather than hard skill alone, nothing this body lacked.

Austin night time

When I finished work, I was worn and exhausted when all was said and done. I came home and took of all theses sweaty work clothes and step into the shower to wash off, savoring each moment the water hit my head and went down my skin in the quiet of home as I never wanted to leave the shower.

I was familiar with the feeling in my body, but I always thought it was unique to me, to still want a bit of quality alone time, but it hits differently for an extrovert who thrives from socializing when one could be at peace in the end.

After I got out and dried off, I put on my boxer and went to bed, when I felt an urge to check my phone and doomscroll for a bit. I started looking at pic of good looking guys and girls, but mainly guys and all of a sudden, I got horny with a hard on. Before I knew it, I started stroking his thick cock with the right hand while holding the phone in my left hand. After a minute or so, I started to reach climax and cum in his underwear. The orgasm was so amazing, better than my former body, especially if you have bigger toys to play with. After the climax, I had the best night sleep any man could have after a hard day.

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Invaders

— Whoa... Nice pecs, huh, human? – Francis murmured with a mocking smile, flexing his arms and bouncing his thick pecs as he grinned while the water cascaded down his back, soaking him completely. The sensation was so damn delicious. He was captivated by every second of this "ritual" in the bathroom, letting the drops run against his skin, the flow of water cascading over his chest, falling directly onto his abs before reaching his manhood, his strong legs with those enormous, smelly feet that seemed impossible to rid of, even with shower after shower. He was so focused on all of this, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from something important in the bathroom: the soap.

— Or what? Is something bothering you? – The "guy" chuckled again, finally taking the bar of soap and lathering it all over his body, those armpits heavy with his putrid stench, his tool, making sure to scrub well, even between his buttocks, "just in case". When he finished, he held the bar in front of his hand, squeezing it and letting the lather run to the floor – I mean, it's not like there's much else you can do.

The dark-skinned guy chuckled again, finally setting the object aside. Inside it, was the real Francis, screaming in panic, unheard by anyone, completely terrified and not quite understanding what was happening. The only thing he could "understand", if anything, was how his body was acting like a pervert under the control of someone else, or rather, something.

Francis had decided to take a shower late at midnight. His body ached with a satisfying feeling after his workout, and he wanted to wash away the sweaty gym sock smell. He turned on the water, leaving the window open. Perhaps he was being a little... arrogant with himself. He imagined some curious or unsuspecting neighbor might catch him bathing, his body in its full glory. But the fool hadn't noticed something enter the room with him – a kind of rubbery figure that clung to the soap just as he picked it up to lather up.

The creature hid perfectly, and as soon as the soap touched his skin, it slid upwards towards his mouth. The movement was so fast that Francis couldn't do anything but gasp in confusion. As soon as that thing slid deeper into his throat, he let out a guttural groan. His eyes rolled back, his expression became confused, as if he wanted to vomit. His body began to spasm, moving from side to side until something else emerged from his throat. It was also a gummy substance, like jelly or slime, but it looked… luminous, as if it were energy. Francis stuck his tongue out further, still in a catatonic state, and that source of light fell against the bar of soap, melting into one.

When the initial chaos of the situation finally subsided, a mocking smile appeared on the dark-haired man's face.

— Woah! What a nice body, huh? – He moved his hands to his chest and squeezed it carelessly, as if his pecs were a stress ball he was frantically pressing over and over again – Damn, and I thought this whole mission to Earth was a waste of time, mffhhh!

His fingers found his areolas, twisting them with a gasp, his tongue lolling out.

— Oh holy shit! – he let out an almost hysterical laugh, his expression completely idiotic, as if all that lustful energy was too much for him to handle for the first time.

It turned out that "the thing" that had entered through the bathroom window was some kind of extraterrestrial being that was part of an expedition to Earth. And although their race was far more skilled and intelligent than ours, they had a huge weakness: their anatomy- Too soft and delicate to survive the harsh world that was our planet. So… the only solution was to occupy a larger, more robust body, and unfortunately for Francis, he had been in the right place.

— MFHHH! Shit, yes – the guy kept going like a madman, checking every inch of his body, sticking his fingers in his mouth and sticking his tongue out as if he wanted to take “measurements”, slapping his buttocks a couple of times, until his gaze dropped to the obelisk that stood there, imposing.

He was about to pick up that great tool when he sensed what seemed to be mental waves, trying to trace their origin, noticing the bar of soap on the ground; the consciousness of the real Francis was there.

— Oh, hello. You don’t mind if I give you a show of how I use your body, do you? – He smiled – You better get comfortable, this is going to get good.

To be continued.

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The King's Body Draft

Ever since our king discovered a way to swap into younger bodies, he's being putting all the realm's best men into a list of candidate bodies. The unlucky winner became the King's new vessel while the host body's soul is forced into either his last vessel or someone else depending on the situation.

This year, I was drafted for letting myself get too sexy I guess. Now, the more I try to act like a fool, the more attention I got. Once I made eye contact with the King's current vessel, he smirked after checking what I was packing 😏, "This is the one! Get him ready."

I ran far and fast, but after opening the doors, the King's guards pushed me back inside, strapped me down as I begged to not be his chosen body. "Please choose someone else. My dick isn't even the best. It's only like 7 inches, come on man! "

His brought his face down to my own and made some sinister comments, "Know your worth and your girth. Your body is fit for a king. Any last requests before you get transfered?"

"I don't know. Let me choose my new body or I wouldn't mind extra time before losing my-"

"Stop that" the King said. "I am in charge. You get no say unless I say you do. I was thinking like sex with a special someone. But I digress. As for a new body, you'll have to settle for this 32 year old hunk. It's still attractive, but no longer in its prime like you are. If you want a new body of your choosing, then you'll have to do something for me."

"What do you want?" I asked.

"To test the body from the outside, so I know how others will see me."

"Fine, you might be a creep, but the body is decent i suppose..."

He made sure that the sex was rough after that. I bottomed despite my large package. I thought I got lucky when he passed out during it, that I made a run for it, but I felt like I was being watched. It was then I knew. "Please don't do this, sire. We can talk about this-"

My dick got hard. And my voice said, "it's time for you to leave" as my body approached the King's former vessel and entered my thick 7 inch dick into it's bubble butt. I fought so hard to stay put, but his highness has had too much practice taking new bodies.

I blacked out for a minute.

I awoke to a painful rod launched up my ass. I looked behind. It was me. It used to be me. "I hate you." I said to him. And he took it too hard as he thrusted in with no mercy. Moaning, I continued to beg to not be left in this body for too long. He said no words, and left his chambers with me in it.

I stood up and went to a bathroom mirror to get a good look at the new me. "I really hate you for picking me, you greedy thief! This body better be worth losing 10 years of my life, not that you gave me any choice!" I spat onto the mirror and made a video of myself massaging the King's old body in a goofy manner that I am forced to inherit. He'll probably punish me for this, but so be it.

There was a father named Arthur who was a middle class citizen who in his younger years was one of the best athletes of his time in basketball. He had a one night stand when drunk with Angelica at a party, who would get pregnant with a son name Garvi.

Now the boy wasn’t planned in his long term plans and he was still young, Arthur was not able to go to Harvard and was forced to marry the women to take care of the kid as family custom. Arthur to make ends meet would get a job as a Manager at a Restaurant named “Sport Fiesta”, it was the closet thing to living out his dream of anything related to basketball in his career.

Double the years passed and now in his late 30, the boy is now 17 going to be 18 years old. The women Arthur was married to eventually divorced him wanting to start all over, Angelica left him and her son, leaving him no choice but to care for the boy as a single father.

This effected Arthur since despite being able to explore his sexuality that he couldn’t due to not only discomfort back in his younger year and a force marriage but he had to be the bread winner in finances at the house, and when she left, he was left with problems such as when Angelica asked for Arthur to get Garvi a car and got into more than 3 wrecks in the past year alone since 16 years old. When they were together, Angelica at most , aided in taking care of their son, but since the divorce, he had to be full time parent and worker almost nonstop.

Now Garvi, just like his father was a great successor in sports especially basketball and had a very good build that any guy would kill for. However, he was a very arrogant boy and did not take his future seriously. Even with many opportunities he didn’t apply himself and would constantly be careless, focused mainly on fucking women and get drunk and smoke weed. Even worst, he would be irresponsible with the money his dad gave him and didn’t even try to get a job to be responsible for his own bills.

Arthur did everything possible to support his ungrateful son and he didn’t even care to try to do anything to support himself relying on his Dad to bail him out. This made Arthur angrily think to himself,

I wish I could have my years that I lost for taking care of such an ungrateful brat of a son, if I were his age again, I would have done better.

Though these words were spoken in his mind they echoed clearly throughout the universe.

One special night, he would go on a jog to calm his nerves and get a workout from the stress of the day. While running he heard a old man in a cloak akin to a wizard speak to him saying,

“Arthur”

“Who said that” said Arthur stop on his place from the voice.

The old man in the cloak approached him.

Greetings Arthur, I am here to make your desires a reality, says the old man.

“What do you mean by wishes, says Arthur.

What if you can relive your glory days over? says the old man.

How would you do that? says Arthur in a careless tone.

“Let’s seal the deal and it is done” says the old man.

“Sure why not”, as Arthur put his hands out to shake the old man hands.

Thinking this was some sort of hoax, he shook on it as he rolled his eyes. As he moved his hand from the old man, a light flashed from behind him and turning around he saw a black truck driving towards him. Arthur only reaction at this time was to close his eyes and when the car passed him, he opened his eyes seeing it leave, speeding off wildly.

Well that was weird, says Arthur caught by surprise.

He continued to go in his house seeing the door open already.

Garvi, what have said about leaving the door open late at night, you know how I feel about that, says Arthur loudly.

When he came passed the front door into the living room, Arthur saw his son with his girlfriend Lexi sitting on the couch coming to the end of sex.

Ughhh(gasp), moaning Garvi.

That is real good babe and it get better every time, says the Lexi.

Yea babe, says Garvi as he proceeds to kisses Lexi.

Alright, Alright, that’s enough, I got work tomorrow G, says Lexi.

You work for me and it doesn’t hurt to go overtime, says Garvi.

No, No I gotta go now, says Lexi as she resist and hurries up to get dressed. As she made it passed the front door, not noticing Arthur standing by. Lexi saw a disturbing sight.

As she panicked, she rushed back in and said loudly,

Garvi, I saw your father outside.

Yea, his out jogging, you know his routine, says Garvi.

No, I saw your father lying in the road covered in blood. Babe, we should call a ambulance, he could be seriously hurt, says Lexi.

Oh, I thought it was something else. says Garvi, not phased by this.

Like what else, he’s bleeding outside. says Lexi rushing to make a phone.

To a high surprise, Garvi starts heading to his room as he says,

“Well, I’m tired and I need to get some sleep, the ambulance will take care of it after all, not my problem.”

How can you say something like that, it’s your dad, Lexi shocked by the level of carelessness by Garvi.

“I didn’t kill him, but at least my future is assured since I can get that life insurance money my dad worked so hard for, says Garvi carelessly.

That’s it, I gotta go and take care of this, says Lexi as she walks fast and slams the door.

Mmh, what a bitch. says Garvi.

He then heads to his room, undresses and lays down. He doomscrolls for a bit before going to sleep not long after.

Now still watching Garvi, after processing how truly ungrateful his son really is, Arthur angrily says,

“You ungrateful bastard, I have giving my part of my life to give you everything I could, even took care of you when your mother wanted to leave you out of your fresh start and this is how you view me.”

At this moment, he lunges at his son attempting to choke him, but his hands phase through him causing his Garvi to try to breath. Arthur seeing them in his neck, tries to pull them out, but due to being a ghost is sucked into his son mouth while he tries to catch his breath.

Arthur is then swallowed whole, first an abnormal lump through son his throat, down into his stomach where he tries to fight his way out of this process while the son is spasms furiously like a man with a seizure. After a minute, Arthur manages to fight his way out of the stomach only to fit his way into every limb of his son body and after inserting his cock into his son who is a perfect fit, he proceeds to the head.

Garvi blacks out completely and Arthur is in full control of his Garvi’s body.

After taking complete control over his son body, Garvi, Arthur initially in shock thought to himself,

“Woah, that was weird, I was just out there a moment ago and now I’m Garvi. He then begins to feel the sudden changes such as the hard cock, a change that could not be missed.

“Huh, so this is why he has a lot of sex, no doubt he stole that trait from me, thought Arthur.

He then while feeling his new body muscles begins to stand up and without warning had to catch himself for a minute,

Woah, I’ve never been this tall before, this must be what it feels like, he thought as he felt the sudden changes in weight.

Curious to know what he is feeling, he makes his way to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Immediately, he was awestruck as he saw the perfect physique build through physical work, the towering height and the rush of testosterone.

“This is unreal, I’m my son and I’m 17 again, not only that, but this rush of testosterone and vitality, I haven’t felt like this in years.” He then begins to feel a sudden migraine and with it a desperate urge overcome him.

“Ahhh, damn son, your inclination to fuck is unsatiable, perhaps this is why you have to fuck so much.”

Not being able to endure this feeling, pulls his underwear down and starts stroking his son’s cock, gradually increasing the pace until he euphoria. As he stroked his cock, the euphoria was so intense, that he damn near lost his balance while standing. When climax was build up and couldn’t contain it, he shorting out sperm like it was ammunition rounds going out.

When the post nut clarity finally came back, he begins to think,

“I haven’t been young in a long time. There no way out of him and if possible I don’t know if I want to and to be fair, he showed no gratitude when I was alive and was insensitive to my death, it a fair punishment.

“Also I finally get my time back for taking care of this brat, now I see why you should do good for others, you get exactly what you deserve, ahaha, and with interest.”

I get to kill two birds with one stone, take care of my son and finally explore my sexuality as a gay man. My son is an upgrade to my old self, but he will offer endless opportunities to hook up with twinks and hunks, maybe even sexy DILF like my old self.”

And so he goes about his life, wealthier due to the life insurance policy he put out to his son and younger.

This is why you should care for your sons, cause when you get your reward, you never know if time and money will come back with interest or there fit bodies, ahahah.

“So I give my spirit as a gift to my son.”

“From Father to Son”

Wally was just finished showering after a night of sex with his boyfriend, Adam and getting ready to post to OnlyFans a selfie he just did in the bathroom when the room suddenly felt cold.

Startled, Wally turned around trying to see where the source is coming from when suddenly he saw the transluscent form of an old man behind him.

Before he can react, the ghost form lunged into his mouth and fought for control. What Wally doesn't know is that the ghost is Elliot, a tenant who had died in his apartment 20 years ago.

Elliot had always haunted the apartment for a long time and possessing people who had lived in his apartment. He had watched Wally for a few days and decided to take over Wally, body and mind.

Wally fell to the floor as he fought Elliot for control. However, due to his experience, Elliot was able to take control of every part of his body slowly, and he can hear Wally whimper as he feels himself getting kicked out of his own body.

Once in full control, Elliot in his new body stretched out his body, feeling out all the sensations. "Damn, son.... your body is so fucking hot!" He began to touch his new nipples and cock, stroking it until he came. Suddenly, in his head, he can hear Wally screaming to give back his body. Elliot decided to silence him in his mind. "You're too noisy, boy.... Your body is now mine for me to use hehehehe.... Looks like your boyfriend can be a vessel for my boyfriend too... hehehe."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Urgh…! Need something for this migraine.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

#

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ever since I kissed someone for the first time, I’ve known about my power. I can take anyone’s body I want. Total control. The only way to be free is when I decide to leave—and that usually happens after I’ve jerked off so many times I get bored.

I reach down and squeeze my aching bulge, trying to adjust it. The leather seat of my motorcycle is hot from the sun, keeping my cock painfully hard. I glance around the empty parking lot, then slide my hand into my shorts, gripping my leaking dick. Soon I’ll be doing the same thing inside his body. God, he’s a real man—hairy, thick, masculine. All of that is about to become mine.

Footsteps approach. I yank my hand out fast. A second later, he’s right beside me. Sergio. My target. He joined the gym recently, but I noticed him from day one. The moment I saw him shirtless in the locker room, I knew I had to have him.

“Hey, Sergio. How’s it going?” I’d spent weeks building rapport, hoping it would make this smoother. “What did you train today?”

“Hey man, thought you’d already left,” he says, bumping fists with me like we’re bros. “Chest day. It was brutal.”

“I bet. Every time I hit chest I feel like I can’t even breathe,” I reply, instinctively touching my own pecs while my eyes devour his massive frame under the dim parking lot lights.

“You coming tomorrow?” he asks, swinging a leg over his motorcycle.

I can’t wait anymore.

“Yeah, but there’s one last thing I need to tell you.” He turns to look at me. I swallow hard, grab his tank top with both hands, and yank him into a brutal kiss.

He tries to shove me off—those huge arms nearly succeed—but I force my tongue deeper. Our mouths fight, tongues sliding wet and aggressive. He’s experienced, and that only makes me hungrier.

The familiar rush hits me. My consciousness rips free and floods into him through the kiss. I force every inch of his body to obey me, claiming muscle, bone, and cock. A few seconds later, I open my new eyes and stare at my old, empty body standing there like a discarded puppet.

I shove it aside gently and grin.

“Let’s see what you’ve got for me, big boy.” My voice—his voice—is deep and rough. I run my hands over my new chest, feeling how pumped and solid it is from the workout.

My palms slide down to my abs, then lower. I freeze for a second when I grab the fat, heavy cock straining in his shorts. It’s thick, veiny, and surrounded by a dense, dark bush of pubic hair.

“Fuck yes,” I growl, massaging my new balls. A low, masculine moan escapes my lips.

“What the fuck is happening?!” Sergio’s voice screams beside me. His ghostly form is standing right there, staring in horror as I grope his stolen body.

I smirk. “Jesus, man. You’ve been hiding a fucking monster in here.” I squeeze the thick shaft harder, not caring that he’s yelling at me.

He keeps screaming, demanding his body back. I ignore him. All I want is to get home and break this hairy beast in.

“Give me my body back, you freak!” he shouts.

I climb onto his motorcycle. “Bro, I’m not talking to you out here. People are gonna think I’m crazy talking to myself. And in case you haven’t noticed, only I can see you.”

“You’re just gonna leave your old body there?” he sneers. “It looks like a damn statue. People will ask questions.”

I wave a hand, putting my old shell on autopilot. It climbs onto my old bike and follows. Years of practice make it easy.

It took a little effort to find Sergio’s apartment—his constant bitching made accessing his memories annoying. I drop the gym bag by the door and head straight for the full-length mirror.

I don’t waste time. My hands roam over my new torso, squeezing the swollen, sensitive pecs. The pump from chest day still burns deliciously. I rip the tank top off.

Thick, dark hair covers my chest and stomach. I run my fingers through it, tugging lightly, my mind flooding with filthy thoughts.

“Stop touching me!” the real Sergio yells, forced to watch.

“Why? It’s my body now.” I shove the shorts and underwear down. His—my—cock springs out, heavy and already drooling precum. I grip it with both hands and moan like a whore.

Sergio moans too, involuntarily. The pleasure hits him as hard as it hits me.

“You like that, huh?” I laugh. “Too bad we’re stuck together. Every time I feel good, you feel it too.”

Panic flashes across his face. He knows I’m into men. And that knowledge makes my new cock throb even harder.

I tear the underwear completely off and start stroking. The shaft is fat, veined, and covered in dark hair at the base. I spit on it and jerk faster, staring at the reflection of this hairy, muscular bear.

The smell hits me—raw, masculine sweat from the gym. I lift one thick arm and bury my face in my pit, inhaling deeply. The musky, pungent scent makes my eyes roll back.

“Fuck, I stink,” I groan. Sergio is panting beside me, clearly fighting the pleasure he’s receiving from his own body.

I close my eyes and picture all the guys from the gym—tight shorts, sweaty bodies, some shirtless. Then I open them again and stare at the hairy beast in the mirror.

“Don’t think about guys—” Sergio begs.

“I control this body. I’ll think about whatever the fuck I want.” I close my eyes again and imagine bending over half the gym. “I’m gonna cum!”

Thick ropes of cum splatter across the mirror and onto my hairy abs. I scoop some up and lick it slowly off my fingers, savoring the salty taste while staring right at Sergio’s horrified face.

He’s still moaning, legs shaky.

I smirk, then grab my phone. One of Sergio’s gym buddies, a tall, muscular guy named Marco, had been texting him earlier. I reply quickly: “Come over. Need help with something.”

Twenty minutes later Marco knocks. He barely gets inside before I shove him against the wall and kiss him hard, my hairy chest pressing into his.

“The fuck, Sergio?” he mutters, surprised—but his hands are already grabbing my ass.

“Shut up and suck my cock,” I growl, pushing him to his knees.

Marco doesn’t need much convincing. He swallows my thick, hairy dick down to the base, gagging eagerly while the real Sergio watches in humiliated shock. I fuck Marco’s throat deep and rough, one hand gripping his hair, the other tugging on my own nipples.

“Take it all, you fucking slut,” I groan in Sergio’s deep voice.

When I finally cum, I flood Marco’s mouth and make him swallow every drop. Then I bend him over the couch and breed his tight ass raw, pounding him until he’s whimpering and shooting hands-free all over the floor.

The whole time, the real Sergio is forced to feel every brutal thrust, every pulse of pleasure.

After Marco leaves, spent and satisfied, I stand in front of the mirror again, cum still dripping down my hairy thighs.

I grin at my reflection and at the broken-looking spirit beside me.

When your redneck neighbour turned out to be as stereotypical as one could be; straight, rugged, bible-bashing, conservative, and incredibly homophobic around you… you just couldn’t help yourself and used the possession spell on him.

You turned his life around and made him into that which he hated the most, as you often found yourself on his knees or broad back while taking a big one. Eventually he became known as the biggest cocks*cker in the community.

He hated every second of it, stuck in his own head, and screaming and demanding you return his body to him. It only convinced you even more to make his body you own for good.

So one morning you finally had enough of his profanities and yelling and went out to the barn. Naked, sweaty, and hot, you masturbated furiously till you climaxed all over the floor, thus finally ejecting your neighbour from his own body.

His screaming inner voice was gone, instead replaced by yours that now sounded just like his. The same accented twang and vocabulary included.

You took a few minutes to fully appreciate your new chiseled body and identity, before you grabbed a broom and cleaned out the barn, thus mixing your neighbour’s essence with the horse manure to throw on the crops.

Is it so wrong to want to have a little fun? Is it so wrong to go out and go wild while on vacation? Is it so wrong to use my uncle to do it?

I’ve been looking forward to this family trip to Cancún for a while now. The whole family tree would be coming, my uncles, aunts, cousins, everyone! I’ve had a blast so far, but jet skiing and hiking get old after so many days. We still have another week before we’re scheduled to fly back. And it doesn’t help that the adults in the family go out clubbing almost every night. At 20, I’m the oldest cousin but also the youngest adult. Which means too young to go out, but old enough to stay behind and babysit the younger cousins.

“Don’t be so down mijo,” my uncle said to me. “Soon enough you’ll be old enough to go out clubbing on your own. Trust, it’s so much better than anything you could do with family.”

I was sitting against the wall in our hotel room. My uncle was laying down in his bed. Since I was an only child and my parents wanted their own room, I had to room with my uncle Aaron. He was pretty cool, as far as uncles go anyway. Always the bachelor, even in his 30s.

“Thanks, I’m sure the wait will be worth it,” I said to him. “You’re going to bed already? It’s only 10,”

“I just need a little power nap. Your crazy aunt Vicki wants to go out tonight, and I need all my energy to keep up with her,” he said.

We spoke for a while before he eventually fell asleep. It was only 10:30. They were probably going to go out at midnight again. I got up and walked over to my sleeping uncle. His mouth was wide open, his chest rising and falling with his loud snoring. I hated how he could just do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. I also hated how he’ll come into the room like at 4 or 5 in the morning and slam the door, knowing damn well I’m in there sleeping.

He snored, cutting off my train of thought.

“And most of all,” I raised up my fist “I hate how fucking loud you snore!!”

I swung down my fist. I was aiming for his pillow though, but then he moved over to where I was aiming. If I swung down, I would sucker punch Aaron right in the mouth. I tried to stop it, but the momentum was already too great to turn back now. Instead, I tried moving back at the last second, but my foot slipped on something and I ended up falling forward too. It was no use now. Time to accept my fate.

My fist connected with Aaron’s open mouth. It went in a little. Between how hard I swung down and with the added force of me falling forward, my hand went inside his mouth even deeper than normal. Too deep.

Now my whole wrist was inside Aaron. But it didn’t stop there. My entire arm was going inside of him. I tried stopping it from happening, but it was like there was some sort of vaccum inside of Aaron that was sucking me in even further. The force was so strong too. I lost my footing trying to yank my arm out of Aaron. Then, with an unexpected tug, I fell forwards and into Aaron’s mouth with him swallowing my entire body.

…I’ve been laying in bed for a while now. I was trying to process what had happened. I fell inside my uncle Aaron, and now I was basically wearing him as if his body was my own body.

I took a deep whiff of my new armpit. All those compulsions to fit inside my new body really worked up a sweat. I liked this. Now I’m older, old enough to go out clubbing on my own.

It’s only 11 PM. The night’s young, and now it’s time to have my own fun.

***

“Since when did you start drinking again?”

“Since now.”

I took another sip of my drink. Aunt Vicki gave me a dirty look and left. I honestly didn’t even know what I was drinking. It didn’t even taste all that good, I just wanted to keep the buzz I had going strong. I was a lightweight, but that only applied in my old body. Using Uncle Aaron’s body kept me from passing out after just one beer. Now I’m free to drink as much as I want!

I got up and walked into the roof side pool. God, I love this view! I loved it before, but there’s just something about using my uncle’s body that makes that much better. Two good views combined into one.

I was enjoying the view when my Dad came up to me. His eyebrows were furrowed.

“Hey have you seen Carlos? That little brat hasn’t shown up today,”

“No, haven’t seen him since last night. He said he wanted to check out the local shops today,”

My Dad looked confused. He knows I never go anywhere unless I tell him or Mom first. That was only because they kept me on a leash. They hated not knowing what I was doing at all times.

“If you see him, tell him he’s got his mother worried sick.”

“No problem,” I told him.

He left, not even realizing he was talking to his son using his own brother’s body. I laughed to myself thinking about it.

“Tío! Smile for the family album!”

One of my little cousins was pointing a camera at me. She’s been taking pictures whenever she can for the sake of memories. It was fun at first, but eventually I stopped smiling for her pictures just to annoy her. But I knew Aaron always smiled no matter what. I had to stay in character, and smiled for the camera.

This whole body snatching experience is so surreal to me. Nobody knows it’s cousin Carlos inside Uncle Aaron. Nobody knows Carlos has been using his uncle’s body to go out partying and drinking. Nobody knows cum is dripping out of the lady killer Aaron’s ass after Carlos had some fun in his uncle’s body. And, most importantly, nobody knows cousin Carlos is gonna use his uncle’s body to have some more fun tonight.

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Today was our last day in Cancún. Tomorrow we would be flying back to the states after a long family vacation. All things considered, I’ve honestly had such a great time in Cancún. Though, of course, using my uncle Aaron’s body definitely played a major role in my enjoyment. Even on our last day here I just had to take my uncle’s body out for another spin. Today we’re going sailing across the water in boats. I’m sure it would’ve been fun in just my own body too, but there’s just this rush of adrenaline and endorphins I get whenever I go out as my uncle Aaron.

I really don’t know how else to explain it, I just have way more fun living as Aaron!

Even though I love using Aaron’s body, I have to admit that I’ve had to put in a lot of work in keeping my little activities a secret. I’ve been following a pretty strict schedule during this past week. I make sure not to overstep my limits, meaning I can’t be Aaron all the time. My parents would murder me! I have to space out my fun, and after so many days, I’ve gotten the process down to a T.

First, I can only enter my uncle’s body when he sleeping. He’s a heavy sleeper, and that’s also the only time his mouth is open wide enough due to his snoring for me to slip inside of him. Then, I have to excuse myself from the rest of the family and then I’m free to enjoy the nightlife however I see fit!

It’s maddening to me how easily Aaron can just leave and do his own thing without anyone questioning him. If I even think about doing that, I get badgered by everyone on how I need to be a responsible young adult and take care of my little cousins. It’s frustrating, but whatever. None of that matters once I become Aaron again.

Sailing on the water was fun! The clear blue waters of Cancún never fail to impress me. There were some moments where I really wanted to just jump out of the boat and go for a swim with the fishes. But unfortunately, even Aaron’s body had it’s own limits on what it can and can’t do. I learned that the hard way when I blacked out drunk the other day. Luckily my uncle was known for drinking too much, that and I was unaffected because it wasn’t my own body that took any of the alcohol. It was Aaron’s, and his alone.

I felt bad for the guy, I pushed it too far and he took all consequences for me. I’ve laid off the heavy drinking for now, and I switched to smoking cigars instead. Not gonna lie, smoking while walking along the shoreline has been my favorite pastime lately. It’s my own moment of zen, away from all the family drama and over the top partying.

I spent the rest of the day relaxing on the sand of the beach. It was a mellow moment. Different than all the fun I had been having lately, but as pleasant a memory as the rest.

The last day had come and gone. I made my way back to the hotel way before anyone else in the family did. This was the next part of the routine for me. Getting in and out of Aaron’s body was as easy as changing my socks, but I knew I needed time to make it more convincing. Me suddenly popping up out of nowhere seemed too suspicious to take risks on. It worked the last few times, and it worked this last time too. Sure, my parents chewed me out again for being MIA, but I don’t care anymore. Honestly, when haven’t they yelled at me? It’d be easier to count that than the other way around.

***

Our family trip to Cancún had officially ended. We got up early the next morning, drove to the airport, and after a long flight, we were back in our hometown. I was riding in the backseat with Aaron in the seat next to me. My parents occupied the driver’s and passenger’s seat. It was quiet in the car. Not much was said during that final car ride back home. I’m glad it was quiet, I honestly didn’t have the energy to keep up conversation after all the festivities and traveling.

I turned to my uncle, who was looking out the window as we drove. He kept his gaze focused on the road, not moving much if at all.

“Tío, are you feeling okay?” I asked him.

“Hm?” he turned to me. “It’s nothing, Carlos. I’m just tired from all the fun, you feel me?”

He gave me a forced smile. I returned the gesture, but the conversation ended there. I couldn’t think of anything else to say! Now I just felt awkward sitting there.

“You really went all out, huh,” my Dad said. “You’re too old for all this shit, Aaron, you gotta settle down sometime.”

“Man, fuck off. I really don’t need some lecture right now, and especially not from my own younger brother.”

Much to my surprise, my Dad didn’t say anything back. He was known for getting on anyone and everyone’s case, with me being his go-to target because I live with him. I could tell Aaron was getting ready for a heated fight too, as his breathing was getting quicker. His future life plans had always been something of a sore spot for him, but he had calmed back down after seeing my Dad shut up.

Now the rest of the car ride was really tense, but it was over soon enough. Some of the extended family had drove back to their own homes, but some who lived closer stopped by my house for a bit before leaving too. Aaron was one of them.

I hid in my room while the family talked in the backyard. It didn’t last long, as I’m sure everyone was still tired. That worked in my favor though, as it kept my next plan moving along with little wait time. I had lots of fun living it up as Aaron, but during my free time, I was also very busy with planning my next course of action. I knew Uncle Aaron had parked his car in our driveway before we left for Cancún. I also knew that he left his car key behind, so I swiped it to unlock his car and then returned it where I found it.

Then, once I heard everyone was beginning to leave, I hid myself in the back of his car. Nobody would suspect a thing, as everyone knew me as the hermit who never left his room whenever family came over. Nobody ever bothered to interact with me. I hated that reputation, but tonight it served me well. Aaron drove away from my house with me in tow, and nobody even noticed I wasn’t in my room. Aaron, the man whose body I had been taking over for the past week, had just unwittingly carried out the next step of my plan.

We got to his apartment, and then I played the waiting game. I waited until everything came together like dominoes falling in a row. I hid in his car and waited until I saw him leave to dump the trash or something similar, and then hurried inside. I hid in his closet and waited until it was lights out, and then it was time for the final strike. He was fast asleep within minutes, snoozing and snoring as loud as ever.

I crept out of the closet and walked up to my uncle’s sleeping body. I admired his features from a 3rd person point of view one last; his jawline, his beard, his skin, his muscles, his dick bulge and more. The more I looked the more I craved being back inside his body. I licked my lips from the temptation, and then dove right into Aaron’s gaping mouth. I could hear him gag from me entering him. You’d think after so many entries and blowjobs I’ve given as him, I would’ve gotten rid of his gag reflex by now but I guess not.

No matter, the body takeover was just as seamless as every other time as before. My legs filled into his, my chest into his, my dick slipped into his much larger dick, and everything else filled in like a dream. I took a moment to let everything adjust, and once I felt myself occupying a heavier, hairier body, I woke up and smirked.

This is it. This is my new body now. Aaron couldn’t do anything so long as I was in control. Meaning, I don’t have to leave ever again. I’m Aaron now, and he was powerless to stop it.

I rose up, figuratively and literally. I stood there in Aaron’s bedroom fully erect. I guess I was already feeling the adrenaline rush, and it went straight to my dick. I flexed my new muscles, muscles I never had before in my old body. I was gonna have to take care of them if I wanted to keep em, but I was ready.

I threw on one of Aaron’s tank tops so I could go for a jog around the block. Nothing crazy, but enough to get me started in maintaining my new body. I took a picture in his bathroom to commemorate this new chapter in my life.

While I was busy admiring myself, I got a text from my now former mother. Something about Carlos running away from home.

There was a man who is put in death row, framed for a crime he did not commit. He’s name Jesse, a regular guy who lived a regular life. He took care of business whatever it involved.

But one day, when he was going for a simple night walk to a friend’s home, police started tackling him to the ground and arresting him. Jesse than was token to the station to be processed and after court he was sentenced to death row. After this, most of his close contacts cut contact with him, viewing him as a criminal, not bothering to visit or hear his side of the story.

More than several years later, he still on death row and to make matters worst there was an officer who wouldn’t let him go there in peace. His name is Eneco. He worked among them and being the lead of them, he made the effort to take the shift that involves Jesse. Whether it was to harass Jesse mentally by taunting him about his death and gloating about his own life outside of work or messing with his time out of the cell, Eneco never left him alone. Despite this, there was someone working from the shadows that still cared for him and has planned to save Jesse.

Before he was put in jail, he had a relationship with a gay man named Justin who occasionally would spend time. It was a on and off relationship due to there schedule and personal lives.

Despite this, they truly cared about one another and looked to hear from one another. When Justin found out about Jesse unjust imprisonment, he went to the depths to free him and even magic which he found most useful. He then learned astral projection.

After study the officer who worked close around Jesse, Justin decided to possess his closest friend Socius who worked close to Officer Eneco.

“The Day of Reckoning”

Now, the day of execution is at hand. Jesse tooken to the electric chair and is strapped. All the officers were in attendance including Eneco and Socius(Justin). The lever is pulled and lights flicker on and off for a minute until they decide to stay on.

Jesse is electrocuted and after grunting followed by foaming of the mouth, he then lies lifeless, no response.

Officer Justin( Max) upset goes to the locker room and mourns for hours until Eneco comes in and says,

That guy had it coming for what he did to those people, says Officer Eneco. One less person to worry about.

Max hearing this saying, how can you say that, do you have any respect for life, says the grieving Officer Socius (Justin).

I mean it’s not like he had anyone that loved him, and as such he dies alone. Serves him right. says Officer Eneco followed by sadistic laughter.

Officer Socius(Justin) was going to walk away from what he was saying when all of a sudden Officer Eneco came in to kiss Socius(Justin) on the lips.

What are you doing? This is so out of character and it’s not the time, says Justin.

It’s always a time for you my love. says Eneco.

Justin in shock came to realize after processing what just happened.

Je- Jesse but how, your died. says Justin studdering for a moment.

I’ve been trying to reach you, but the position that we worked in would not allow.

“Jesse Story”

Well, this douche officer would not allow me any peace even to death, he wouldn’t even allow me contact to my family and even to talk to even you, say Jesse.

Luckily, I always had books and one book talked about astral projection, so I continued to read and with that time, I managed to learn how to detach from my body and possess others.

When I came to be confident in it, I had a plan to let my body die and start over in the very man that tormented me.

So at the moment of my supposed death, I astral projected and went to possess the Officer Eneco when I knew he would go on a supposed break.

It was a hassle but I got lucky and when he was alone, I began to scare him for a while and have a little fun torturing him for a bit, letting him know who I was.

<Jesse flashback>

“No please, I’m sorry I was mean to you when you were alive, please forgive me. says Eneco.”

When I got bored, I took the opportunity to fly into his mouth, down his throat as he took me in. He spasmed and try to put up a fight even grabbing at his chest like that was going to make a difference, but he had a weak will and after a blink, I was in control.

I was surprised when I saw you at the execution, though wasn’t sure until I saw you walk away.

It was hard to believe an officer would even grieve for me, but I held hope that through some way that you would come to me. says Jesse.

Justin then wasted no time in going for the kiss.

Sounds like we have more time to explore these hunk body we have and yours is pretty sexy, says Justin.

Yea, let’s see what these Officers look like under these uniforms, says the lustful Jesse.

Proceeding to rip the uniform off, they became more intimate in sex and started kissing again with more passion. Going into each pants they stuck their hands on each others cocks and enjoyed their sizes and girth for a moment. They continue to stroke it at the same time, still kissing and feeling each muscle with the other.

After a few minutes of this, much like there passion for one another, they could not contain and they start to burst cum at the same time. Breath after breath they pant.

It been so long that I could feel another person and pleasure together, says Jesse.

We can go for the next round at your place, says Justin

“Let’s celebrate you being a freeman again, in the showers.”