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Baseball Dad // Father’s Day 1
“Hey Nick. You excited for the game today?” my dad asked me, still focused on the road. “Yeah dad. You know I am! I didn’t even go to sleep last night” I said, antsy to arrive at the field as fast as possible.
See, today – Father’s Day – is my school’s annual ‘Father-Son Baseball Game’ day, where all of our dads get to join in and play a game for themselves. I know, I know. Seems a bit lame for adult seniors to do with their dads. But there’s a twist this year, all thanks to Jerry, my friend who also happens to the Coach Greene’s son: we’ll get to be our dads!
About a week ago, Jerry found some magic wrinkle-remover spray from his attic that, apart from obviously removing wrinkles, puts the physical body of whoever’s wearing the clothing inside the clothing. It’ll make sense in a bit. Jerry didn’t tell the team that at first though. On the day when the shipment of adult-sized jerseys came in, Jerry and Coach Greene were the first people to see them. The two walked into Coach’s office – Greene holding the shipment and Jerry holding the spray. After a couple of minutes with some rustling noises, Coach Greene came out sporting the blue and white jersey with our team’s name on it, but Jerry was no where in sight. Then out of the blue, Coach Greene yelled at all of us to drop and do twenty pushups! After we did ten reps, Coach started to laugh hysterically – something we never see him do. “Hey guys. You can stop now” he said, still chuckling, “your friend Jerry’s in here.” We looked up, out of breath, and saw Coach, smug face and all, pointing at himself with his thumb. “Don’t believe me?” He grabbed the bottom hem of the jersey and pulled it up, gradually revealing more and more of Jerry’s body shape until the jersey was completely off and the top half was now all Jerry – arms, head, and all. He still had Coach’s legs though, which looked really weird in combination. Before we had a chance to take in what happened, Jerry pulled down the Jersey again, and we watched as Coach’s giant forearms and biceps came out of the arm holes and Coach’s head popped out of the collar hole. “You guys ready to be your dads?” Jerry said in his dad’s deep voice.
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My dad and I got out of the car and headed to the sign-up table where Coach Greene was handing out the adult-sized Large and XL jerseys to all the dads.
“How’s it been Joe?” asked Coach, who was glancing down at me in particular. “And you look excited.”
“Everything’s been well, Mike. Thanks… Say, where’s Jerry? Haven’t seen him lately. Billy’s been wanting to see him” my dad said in his deep voice, giving me a pat on the back.
“Uhh Jerry’s been helping me get ready for today. Might be behind-the-scenes for a bit until the game starts” Coach said, giving a bit of an awkward chuckle at the end. “Anyways, are those your change of clothes, Joe? You mind if I see them?” He pointed at the duffle bag my dad was carrying. My dad handed the bag over while Coach took out an XL jersey and the wrinkle-remover spray. “This stuff works like a charm” he chuckled, spraying the jersey and my dad’s pants inside the bag. “Alright well I’ll see you in a bit Joe!” he said, and began to greet the son and dad who were behind us.
“Hey. Has Coach been acting any different lately?” my dad asked me as we approached the locker room. “He seemed sort of nervous. And, for as long as I’ve known that guy, he’s never nervous.”
“Uh. I think he’s just been stressed with setting today up” I lied.
“And what was up with the whole spray thing? I could’ve sworn he didn’t believe in using those things. And he didn’t even glance at your clothes.”
“Not sure, dad” I said, walking into the locker room. Inside, we saw one of the dads looking at himself in the full-body mirror. Right as we walked by, the man glanced at me in the mirror and smirked, before flexing one of his biceps.
“Sheesh, that guy was full of himself” my dad whispered to me as we entered a private changing area. I closed the door behind us and pretended to set out my clothes as my dad actually did. As my dad took out his compression shorts and red and black pants, I heard two older men talking to each other.
“Dude this is fucking awesome. My dad’s buff as shit.”
“Damn man, I’m jealous. My dad’s outta shape. I don’t know how well I’m gonna do in the field today.” The two men chuckled before walking out the area.
I glanced at my dad who seemed to take note of the conversation that just went on, but he seemed preoccupied as he buttoned the waist button of his pants. He then grabbed the jersey and took a whiff of it, seemingly pleased at the scent the spray give it. I turned around as he put it on and pretended to put my own baseball jersey on. I heard a grunt come from behind me, and, turning back around, I saw only my dad’s pants and jersey on the ground. My dad himself was literally gone!
Excited, I threw my uniform to the corner of the changing room and grabbed my dad’s pants. I held it in my hand for a minute, almost doubtful that’ll it would actually work, before stepping into it with first my right leg, then my left. In what defied all logic, my right foot popped out the other end, then my left, without the pants scrunching up at all. I took a closer look and saw that they weren’t my Size 10 feet, but my dad’s Size 13. I wiggled my toes and saw my dad’s wiggle, gently shaking the hair follicles that lined the knuckles of his feet. I bent down, not yet realizing I had gained 5 inches of height, and felt my dad’s giant calves and thighs stretching the soft, charcoal fabric of the pants he chose. I pulled my right pant leg up, and saw hair all over my leg that seemed to go way further up than I could view. I pulled my pant leg back down and looked in the mirror, and saw a half-goliath, half-kid standing awkwardly in the middle of a changing room. Giddy beyond belief, I grabbed the adult sized jersey and, like my dad, gave it a whiff, smelling a mix of laundry soap and my dad’s cologne. I turned around, facing away from the mirror, and slipped my left and right arm through the ginormous jersey, leaving the rest of the fabric hanging in front of my body. What came out were my dad’s hugely built forearms and his swollen biceps now stretching the fabric. I pulled my arms in front of me and felt the hairy roughness of his arms, experimentally giving them a squeeze only to find out how solid they actually were. I looked at my new, large hands and felt the callousness of them thst resulted from years of being a physical trainer. Not wanting to delay it even further, I turned around to face the mirror, grabbed the back fabric of the jersey, closed my eyes, and pulled the fabric down over my head and torso. Not opening my eyes, I slowly lifted my right arm from my side and touched my chest, which I could feel bulged the fabric outward. I slowly opened my clenched eyes, and saw my dad in the mirror do the same. I stared at my reflection, which now took up the entirety of the mirror, and blinked. I raised my eyebrows, checking to see if my dad would do the same, and touched the wrinkles on my forehead. I brushed my large, now proportionally-sized, hand through my new hair, feeling maturity in both its style and its touch, and muttered “whoaaaaa.” My eyes opened wide - as my dad’s in the mirror - as I yelled “OH MY FUCKING SHIT.” My free left hand shot up to my throat, feeling the rigid Adam’s Apple that now pushed on my skin. “Testing testing” I said to no one, hearing my dad’s deep, scratchy voice coming out of my voicebox. I looked in the mirror again and, with both arms now raised, noticed the sheer volume of the muscle mass now contained in my arms. I flexed my arms, observing my muscles expand as if monsters were breathing in and out inside of my flesh. I put my arms down, and in doing so felt my huge pecs pop. Confused, I looked in the mirror and focused on my pecs. And suddenly, they started to bounce up and down. “I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW THEY COULD DO THAT” I yelled, my dad’s voice echoing back at me. I dipped my hand under my shirt hem and, surprisingly, felt no muscles there. I lifted the Jersey and saw my normal body there instead of my dad’s rugged abs. I put my jersey back down and instead awkwardly shoved my arm into the collar hole. Because of the size of my arms and the tightness of the shirt, I could only feel up to upper chest, but it was still surreal nonetheless. I looked in the mirror once again, taking note of my cologne’s amazing scent. “I’m Joe Martin. I’m 35 years old and I work as a physical trainer.” I smiled at myself, now feeling the physical high of adult life.
As I was tying my shoes, I heard a knock on the door and a voice – who I recognized to be Coach’s – say “Joe you in there? We’re starting up soon.” I finished knotting my shoe and stood up, almost stumbling forward due to my new height of 6'5".
“Yeah Coach. I’ll be out in a sec!” I said just a little bit too loud, not used to my amplified voice.
“Haha. We’ve known each other for years now. In case you don’t remember, you can call me Mike, even on the field. Anyways, I’ll see you out there” he said before I heard his footsteps exit. I looked in the mirror and patted down my blue and white jersey, which had my ‘son’s’ team name spelled out on the front. I took a minute to examine my bulging muscles again, feeling their hardness once again before moving down to squeeze my huge ass and adjusting my large package. I looped a black belt around my waist, and smoothed down my pants before grabbing my duffle bags, opening the door and walking out.
I stood in awe for a moment, scanning the tops of lockers that, for so long, towered over me. I was interrupted by a man’s voice yelling down the hallway.
“Hey Nick is that you!? Number 33 right!?” the familiar man yelled before jogging up to me. “Dude it’s me! It’s Trevor! Well, I mean, I’m Thomas right now.”
“Hey man. Never knew your dad was on the big and hairy side” I said, giving the 6'3" man a nudge and a fist bump.
“Aw shut up. I might be fat, but I got some catcher skills on me” he said jokingly. “Anyways, we gotta head out. Do whatever you need and I’ll see you on the field.” He ran off, his belly fat jiggling as he took a step.
I took off running too, feeling the physical prowess of my new, developed body and saw a crowd of guys waiting behind the gate. “Hey! I know you guys are adults, but you gotta get here on time too!” muttered one of the dads, who sported a black baseball hat, some scruff, and black-and-white shorts.
“You’re Nick right?” he said, “its Aaron in here!” The man jabbed his chest with his thumb. “You’re up to bat next, man… and with arms like those you better hit a homer. Good luck out there!” He pushed me onto home plate.
I grabbed the baseball bat and gained a feel for it by tossing it around in my hand. I raised my bat as the pitcher prepared his throw, and felt power that I never before felt in my swing, running and watching as the ball flew out of the park. “Happy Father’s Day everyone!” I yelled, touching home plate as the crowd cheered.
do any of you have any body-positive fat/chubby possession/swap stories you'd recommend? most of what I see centres around humiliation or disgust, especially now that the blogs that do better keep getting deactivated :/
I plan on writing some of my own eventually, but it's hard to find the free time, and even harder to be in the right headspace
blue collar work’s been too good to me 🥵 boss took me out for lunch to keep his big beefy stud fueled for a heavy workday
There are so many beautiful men in real life you don't need to reblog AI ones
School Daze
A sequel to Father Son Bonding. Colin and Derek are upping the ante after taking over the Montgomerys. This time, they plan on taking over Principal Henderson and Mr. Daniels to have some after school fun.
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“You want to WHAT?” Colin asked. He shot up from his place in bed, absolutely dumbfounded.
“Come on man, you can’t tell me you haven’t had your eyes on either of them,” I told him, pacing in front of him. I flicked a bobblehead on his nightstand, making the cartoony elephant’s head teeter. Colin’s room was like a time capsule from the third grade to senior year.
“Yeah, like fantasies while alone in my room, not actually taking either of them over!”
“Colin come on man, I thought that the whole Montgomery thing you’d have a bit more balls,” I replied, crossing my arms and leaning against his dresser. He looked away from me and sighed, clasping his hands together.
“Derek… I don’t know about this..” He said, trailing off. Biting my bottom lip, I even contemplated to myself about whether it was a good idea. If it weren’t for the raging hormones, I probably wouldn’t have brought it up.
“I get it,” I told him. He looked back at me, I could see the unease filling to the brim in his eyes. “I’m not even saying we have to do it. But, you have to admit with the Montgomerys, it was a really fucking hot time.” He smirked and looked away, his cheeks beginning to flush.
“I mean yeah…” he said, reminiscing.
“And dude, you were fucking HOT as Peter. Like, you made him a little cock hungry bitch.”
“And you made his dad a horny fucking bastard,” he said back. I laughed and walked up to him, clasping him on the shoulder.
“We fucking pulled that shit off, and they had no idea!” I told him, grabbing his other shoulder. “Peter was walking funny for three days straight after cause you rode me like a stallion! Now, think about what you could accomplish as Principal Henderson”. His eyes widened.
“I’M going to be Principal Henderson?” He asked, taken aback.
“Well yeah, you’re the one always after his ass. Now you can actually own it,” I said, booping him on the tip of his nose.
“Dude, no, I’m out,” he said, falling back on the bed, making it squeak beneath his twigging frame. My hands slumped to my sides as I rolled my head back in exasperation. I prattled my fingers on my legs and join him on the bed, falling back next to him. We stared at his room’s ceiling in silence, the fear of actually upsetting him starting to creep in.
“Okay, you’re out, that’s fine,” I said, laying a hand across my chest.
“Thank you,” he said, his arm covering his eyes. I tapped a few fingers on my chest and bit my lip, pondering how I was going to convince him to join me.
“So you don’t want to see Henderson naked?” I asked him.
“Not enough to risk getting expelled.”
“Not even if I had a plan in place?”
“Nope.”
“You sure?”
“Never more sure in my life.”
“Okay, okay,” I said, sitting up. “That’s all I need to know.” I got up and rapped my fingers on his bedpost. “I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable,” I told him.
“Thanks man.” I fished my phone out of my pocket and swiped through my photo gallery. I selected a few images and sent them over his way. His phone dinged, to which he pulled it out and saw my text.
“What’s this?” He asked, opening my text. His eyes widened slightly.
“Just some shots I took of Henderson behind his back. He was wearing his navy suit that day. Good color on him. Whatever the fabric it’s made out of is top notch, cupped his balls just right to leave little to the imagination.” Colin slumped his hands down on the bed and exhaled slowly, before turning to me and sending daggers my way.
“Asshole,” he hissed.
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Colin couldn’t resist Principal Henderson, he divulged that to me after one of the first nights we finally got the possession potion right. Though, he didn’t need to tell me. Henderson was a pretty hands on Principal, even if a bit of an asshole. He would roam the halls and take cell phones, point out dress code violations, make sure no PDA was displayed. All the while he wore one of his famous three piece suits, which Colin made sure to get a good look at when Henderson’s attention was elsewhere.
Me on the other hand? My tastes were after Mr. Daniels, one of the social studies teachers and coach of the volleyball team. I had his class last year and had fantasied about seeing what was beneath those dress shirts his wore every day. I even tried to take another class of his this year, but of course he had no senior classes he oversaw. So instead I got to admire him in the halls as he greeted his students who I was growing more and more envious of.
After Colin and I had successfully taken over a few randos in town with our conception and even more so the success of the Montgomery take over, I knew our new targets were Henderson and Daniels. The plan was simple, we sneak into Henderson’s office while he was out after the final class, Colin takes him over, then calls Daniels into his office where bada-bing, bada-boom, I sneak my way into his juicy ass. The only snag of course, was getting Colin on board, but after waving the idea of Henderson in a jock while Daniels makes him his bitch, he was easy to convince.
The night before, we made our potion brew, the means which gave us the ability to take over any host we wanted for a limited time. Once we got to school the next day, Colin was already trying to back out. We had made our way to just outside the front office, sitting on one of the benches in the hallway, school had just wrapped up. His knee was shaking uncontrollably, his breathing getting heavier as he looked up and down the hall.
“You know, I think this whole ‘not being suspicious thing’ you got going on is really doing the trick,” I told him, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Don’t be a dick,” he hissed. “Taking over at Montgomery’s was one thing, that was their home, nobody was there. Look at all these people.” The hallways were bustling about still, everybody eager to rush home or to their extracurriculars.
“Most of them will be gone in a few minutes anyway, this is the best time for us to get in. We’ll blend right in, just as soon as the front desk is out of the way, we can sneak in. You ready?” I asked him, puling out the burner phone I bought weeks ago for just this kind of occasion.
“Of coursing fucking not,” he said, clasping his hands behind his neck. I dialed the school and looked at him, finger over the “start call” button. I honestly was beginning to feel pretty bad, that maybe we should call it off. I put a hand on his shoulder, helping him calm his bouncing.
“Hey, it’s okay,” I told him. “If you really are going to be this upset, I don’t want to hurt our friendship. We can just go.” He looked at me, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
“Hey, don’t care if you do that at home, that’s your parents’ problem. But in these walls, we’re having none of that,” a booming voice said down the hallway. We both turned to find Principal Henderson breaking apart a guy and a girl I didn’t recognize, she was on his lap, immediately sliding off once Henderson confronted them. His hands had pushed his blazer back, revealing his stomach pressed against his dress shirt. He was wearing a pinstripe suit as if he was on Wall Street and not inside the confides of a Connecticut high school. Colin’s mouth had dropped open a bit as he watched Henderson turn away, his ass squeezed into the matching pants. He passed by another student who was engrossed in their phone and almost bumped into him.
“Son, you need to watch where you’re going,” he said. “You kids are so stuck on your phones all the time, it’s not wonder you have no attention span.”
“Colin, you good?” I asked him.
“We got about a month left of senior year,” he said, turning to me, a lustful look replacing the fear held in his eyes moments ago. “Fuck it.” I could feel a smirk forming as I pressed “dial”. The phone rang and immediately I was greeted kindly by the front desk. Colin got up from his seat and stood at the wayside, wearing into the front office from the glass as I spoke to the secretary.
“Hi there, this is Hank’s Body Shop, is this a Miss Dottrie?” I said, trying to disguise my voice.
“Yes, it is,” she responded, sounding worried.
“Hello, yes, we just received a white Chevy Equinox here, would you be the owner of this car? It looks like it was towed from a Middlebrooke High School according to this report”.
“What?” She almost shrieked. I saw her stand at the front desk and fumble with her purse. “Why is it there? What happened?”
“I’m sorry ma’am, I don’t have much information. If you want to sort it out, you can come by our shop, but we are closing early today and will be out before the end of the hour.”
“Are you serious?” Ughhhh fine fine fine, I’ll be there soon.” She hung up before I could say anything more. From my point of view, I could see her fumble with her purse and run to the door. She looked back, hesitant to whether she should really leave her post. Eventually though, she rushed out the door, hustling past students. We took the opportunity before she could see her car actually was in the faculty lot still and snuck inside. Luckily the school was small enough to only need one receptionist and Principal Henderson’s door was right behind it. Even more lucky for us, he left it unlocked. We snuck inside and quickly got to work.
I took out the first vial for Colin and passed it to him, who was already starting to undress.
“Damn Colin, you’re not fucking around,” I said, chuckling. He exhaled loudly, shaking his arms to loosen his nerves.
“I have no idea what’s come over me honestly,” he said, unzipping his pants. He was trembling as he pulled his jeans down. “But, I like it.”
“You’re going to be so good as Principal,” I told him. “You made Peter work, you got this too.” He was fully naked now, his pale slender flame almost luminescent under the florescent lights of the office. I reached a hand out, holding the vial I had ready for him.
“Thanks man,” he said, taking the vial. “Bottoms up.” He threw his head back and gulped the small vial down, shaking some as the vile taste went down his throat. His skin began to glisten almost immediately as the potion began to take affect. It was then we heard a door opening outside.
“Where the hell did she go?” Henderson’s voice rang out. Colin and I looked at each other, both of us eyes wide and terrified. He never comes back this early! He usually it out for another ten minutes! I hold a finger to my lips to signal silence and point to the bookshelf to the side. He ran to hide behind it, almost slipping on the goo secreting from him. I ran to hide under Henderson’s desk and just barely tucked my feet in when I heard the office door open.
“Miss Dottrie?” He called out. From the small space between the desk and rug I saw his shadow still in the room as he closed the door behind him. “Where did she even go?” He asked him. He walked to his desk, my heart was pounding in my chest as I knew I would be caught in a matter of seconds. It was then I heard a thud from the other side of the room.
“Who’s there?” Henderson called out, spinning. I peaked around the corner of the desk and saw a book lying on the floor. Glancing to the bookshelf I saw Colin, fully slippery and trying to hide his twiggy frame behind the wooden shelving. He must have thrown one of the books to distract him. Henderson walked to the book and bent down to pick it up.
“What?” He asked, flipping I over. Now was as good a time as any. I ran to him and grabbed a hand around his eyes, my other around his throat.
“What the fuck!” He shouted. I spun him around to face Colin, who was already running full force at Henderson’s mouth. Colin slipped past Henderson’s lips, he was already becoming such a pro at the sport of possession. Henderson and I both fell back, his cries for help muffled by the horny eighteen-year-old stuffing himself further down his throat. I made sure to keep his eyes covered to help avoid blowing our cover. As Colin’s feet slipped past Henderson’s mouth, I made sure it cover it behind him to avoid any yelling escaping. Henderson was thrashing about, trying to fight off Colin as he slid further into him.
I could see Henderson’s body bulge out as Colin’s arm and legs moved Into place. His legs slipping in like pants, arms like sleeves and the coup de gras, his thick cock. I had no idea how big of a package Henderson was packing, but from the strain I could see through the stripes down there, it was fighting for its life to break free. Just as I was about to lose my grip on him, he slid completely still. I slowly removed my hands from his mouth, but kept his eyes covered just in case. Out of nowhere, he threw his arms up and pushed me away.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He boomed, his voice almost shaking the office. He got a good look at me and glared.
“Peters? Why the fuck are you holding me down? I’m going to have you expelled for this!” He got up and bellowed over me. What the fuck is happening? I saw Colin go in, is he still in there? Did Henderson fight back and now Colin was stuck.
“Mr. Henderson, I-“
“It’s Principal Henderson first off,” he said, stepping closer to me. I was backing up, I could even feel tears welling in my eyes in fear that I not only was going to be reamed for this, but lost my best friend.
“And second of all, he continued,” growling at me. He grabbed me by my arms and pulled me in, his tongue swirling inside my mouth. I tried to scream for a brief moment, a tear breaking free as the shock was settling in.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said as he pulled away from me. He was holding his bulge and rubbing it lustfully with thumb. Immediately rage built over me.
“Colin you fucking dick! I thought you were lost in there!” He bellowed out a belly shaking laugh, rubbing a hand through his hair. His belly jiggled against the shirt, about to pop out of its buttons.
“Dude, you were so fucking scared. And that’s payback for roping me into this,” he said with Henderson’s voice. He strolled over to his desk and sat down, his legs spread out, the pinstripe pants strained against his thick thighs. He inhaled deeply.
“Man, I can smell his musk from here, it’s potent,” he said, licking his lips. “You want a taste?” He asked. He grabbed a handful of his bulge with his new thick fingers and winked at me. I was still calming myself down, experiencing the whiplash of fear, to anger and now lust. If he didn’t pull that fucking trick I would actually think about getting on my knees by him, but I flipped him off instead.
“Peters, that’s a months detention,” he said, pointing one of his sausage fingers at me.
“Just calls Mr. Daniels in,” I scoffed at him, beginning to underdress for my part. He swirled in his chair a bit, his dorky self piercing through the veil of the persona he was taking on. He picked up the phone and stared at the keypad, receiver to his ear. Just as I was pulling my pants down he looked over at me.
“Dude, how do I use this phone?” He asked.
“I don’t fucking know, maybe the front desk has a directory or something.” He put the phone down and got himself up, grunting like a man in his 50’s would.
“You keep that sass up Peters and you’ll be asking for a lashing,” he said, pushing past me. He opened the door and immediately stopped.
“Miss Dottrie? What are you doing here?” He asked. Fuck, she’s back? Did she hear any of that.
“Sorry Principal Henderson, I got this prank call about my car being towed and had to check on it. It was in the parking lot this whole time. Please, I am incredibly sorry for leaving, I just panicked.” Colin cleared his throat and pulled his belt up a little higher, a classic Henderson move.
“That’s quite alright. How about you head home?”
“But Principal Henderson, I still have another hour left here,” he said.
“Now, Dottrie, I want you to go home and relax, you’ve been through enough.”
“Oh…okay, well thank you sir, that’s… very kind of you.” I could hear her picking up her purse once more and walking away before I cleared my throat just loud enough for Colin to hear me. He looked over at me confused. I put my hand up to my ear like a phone.
“Have her call Daniels,” I mouthed to him. His head tilted in confusion.
“Dan….iels,” I mouthed again.
“What?” He whispered.
“Daniels!” I shouted in annoyance.
“What was that?” Miss Dottrie asked. Colin snapped his attention back to her and coughed.
“Oh umm…. I asked if you could call Mr. Daniels and have him come to my office.” Thank fucking god…
“Oh sure, right away sir,” she said.
“Thank you Miss Dottrie. You may leave after you’re done,” he said, closing the door behind him. I could hear Dottrie making the call from the other side of the door.
“God you’re fucking deaf,” I told him. He walked over to me and put a his hand around my throat.
“Now Peters, what did I tell you about sass?” He growled, his eyes glaring at me. He leaned in, I could feel his hot breath force itself in my ear.
“Now, I want you to be a good boy and take that potion and keep your mouth shut until Daniels gets here,” he said. He stuck his tongue in my ear and swirled it in deep, scraping across every crevice. I shivered, the feel of his tongue as it wormed itself around inside of me made me weak in the knees. Colin was never this dominant. Always the bottom, always submissive, always the bitch. But here he was, making me his little toy. I was overcome with a confusing rush of ecstasy and euphoria until he pulled himself away. He clasped a hand behind my neck and winked at me. I didn’t dare say anything further to him, or maybe I did. Maybe I wanted to be his little boy for a change. He sat back at his desk and spread his legs once more, inhaling Principal Henderson’s smell once more and chuckling to himself as I took a swig of the vial I prepped for myself.
“Now I could get used to this,” he growled. He lifted his arms up, exposing his stomach as it stretched against the white fabric of his button down. He leaned his bearded face to his armpit and inhaled deeply, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest. “Ooh, he’s due for a shower,” he said. Putting his arms down, he brought his hands to his stomach and patted it. “And a good meal. How about when we’re done here we go out to eat? It’s on Henderson.” I wasn’t sure if I was to respond to that or not, but before I could even consider it, there was a knock at the door. I hid behind the same bookshelf Colin was at minutes ago as he sat up in his chair and straightened the tie at his neck.
“Come in!” He boomed out, his voice shaking me. I hid myself further behind the shelf I heard the door open.
“Principal Henderson? I heard you called for me,” Mr. Daniels said. I could feel my sweat begin to meld with the slime secreting from me from the potion. I was only a few moments from being fully ready for my insertion.
“Ahh yes, Daniels. Thank you for coming so quickly,” Colin said, getting up from his desk. I could see he was already rocking a major chub from his smelling session.
“Umm of course,” Daniels said uncomfortably. Idiot, he must have seen the boner he wasn’t even trying to hide. Daniels cleared his throat. “What is it that you needed to see me about?” Colin walked around the desk and approached Daniels.
“Oh I sometimes bring in a few of the teachers to do a little…evaluation. See how they think the school could improve, their department, their work. Your opinion means a lot to me,” he said. I couldn’t see either of them anymore once Colin walked out of my line of sight.
“Oh well, I appreciate that sir. Actually, I would love to talk to you a bit about the budget we have going for my department.”
“Of course! Of course we can do that,” Colin said. I could hear the two of them walk away from the book shelf, but close enough I could see them once more. Colin had led him to the opposite side of the room, facing away from me, just as we had planned. I looked down at my body, seeing the secretion was at fully effect. I was ready. I crept from my hiding spot and tip toed closer to the two. Colin had an arm around Daniels’ shoulder and they were looking at a painting on the wall.
“You know Daniels, I think you’re doing a great job here so far. Let’s talk budget,” he said. Daniels cleared his throat once more and shifted in his spot. I could see his ass was bulging from light blue suit he was wearing. Daniels was a relatively young teacher still, so he wore suits throughout the week, presumably to make a good impression for people like Henderson.
“Well as you probably know sir, we’ve had some cuts recently. I would just like to advocate for my department, we could really use some extra funds for texts and… sir?” He asked. Colin was rubbing Daniels’ shoulder now and squeezing it.
“Sorry son, I was just getting a feel. I couldn’t wait,” Colin said, laughing to himself.
“What are you-“ Daniels started before being grabbed by Colin. The two struggled for a moment, before Daniels threw him to the ground. “What are you doing?” He yelled. Colin sneered.
“Distracting you,” he told him, before kicking his leg and making him crash to the ground. Daniels yelled in pain, which was my perfect entry point. He looked over and saw nothing but a thin teen rushing to him and diving head first into his mouth. I slipped through , my shoulder getting stuck for a moment before sliding further in.
Daniels was much harder to navigate into than Mr. Montgomery was. He was thinner, stronger and more resilient. But that’s what made all of this even better. The cool air of the outside slipped away from my as I slithered further in, my waist catching on his mouth with my hard cock resting on his chin. I could hear muffled chuckling from Colin as he picked Daniels up.
“Now now Daniels,” I could make him out saying. “How about we get you a nice little seat as you ease into your new life for the next couple of hours?” I felt a rush of force as Daniels was slammed into something, but the force was enough to slip the rest of me in. My last foot slipped past Daniels’ lips and I began to position myself inside of him. Each time I did this it became easier and easier, though we’d have to find new entry points here, the mouth was such a hassle to navigate around. Eventually though, I could feel my legs slip into Daniels’, my ass already felt more full as it locked into place. Before I put my arms in I slid my cock into his. It slipped on like a smooth, slimy sheath and I could feel his cock begin to bulge out as it accommodated mine. I was about to burst and wanted to play with it myself, so I hurried the rest of the process. Slipping into his arms like gloves and finally, rushing my head straight up until I could feel the top of my scalp reach his. I had full control of his body, but the face was taking some time. He had been gripping the arm of some furniture, so I brought Daniels’ hand to face his and rubbed it around like it was some sort to mask. I could feel my eyes line up with the slots of his and eventually I could see the world through them. I let out a huge moan as the relief of a new body finally settled in on me.
Laying back, I could see that I was sitting on the couch in Henderson’s office. I looked down, taking in Daniels’ fine body, running my hands over his dress shirt and feeling the familiar presence of abs. Pushing his tie to the side, I immediately went for my new bulge and embraced it, grabbing a handful and enjoying the feeling of his cock grow even further.
“Now Mr. Daniels, you are looking very nice,” Henderson said, arms crossed and smile plastered on his face. I got up from the couch and got my new footing, the suit was even tighter while wearing it. There’s no way that Daniels wore these and had any ounce of humility to him.
“I feel very nice Principal,” I told him. I turned from him and displayed my new ass, the round cakes pleading for attention. I heard a zipper be undone and looked over my shoulder to see Henderson fish his cock out from his briefs. He was a bull, just like Montgomery was. Maybe we should take over each of them next and and see which one would win in a wrestling match.
“Now, about that talk about budget,” he said, pointing to the ground. “If you want me to pay money to your little department, you need to pay me first.” We were really doing this, a little role reversal huh? Well, if this is his character, maybe this is mine. I took a few steps towards him and got on my knees. Inches away from my cock, I could smell the musk emanating, wafting up my nose and enthralling me. It smelled like he worked up a sweat walking up and down those halls. The smell permeated and took over my head, I was hypnotized by its aroma. A mix of sweat and hormones perfectly concocted to keep me in place. I looked up at him to see him nod at me.
Wrapping my lips around Henderson’s cock, I could feel my jaw unhinge as it accommodated the massive shaft he adorned. It took more effort than I’d care to admit, but I was finally able to make it halfway down, the tip of his cock tickling the roof of my mouth.
“Ooh you’re doing great Daniels,” he cooed, rubbing his belly once more. “Yeah, take it, take it…” he said, putting his other hand behind my head and pushing it down. As soon as my nose hit his belt, I began to gag, the tip of his cock was brushing the back of my throat and cutting off my air. I could feel tears well as I struggled to breathe. As soon as he let go I pulled away, his cock shooting out of my mouth and standing erect, pointing and laughing at me. Gasping for air, I fell to my hands and knees, coughing.
“Good boy,” he said, leaning down. He took his fingers under my jaw and put his thumb against my chin. I opened my mouth to him, letting his thumb slide in. He pressed it against my tongue softly.
“Wider,” he commanded, to which I obliged. He pushed his thumb knuckle deep into my mouth and snickered as my eyes met his pitifully.
“Now, because I’m so nice, I’m going to give you a choice,” he said. “We’re going to flip fuck. But I’m going to let you choose who bottoms first.” Fuck, I could feel myself leaking through my pants, I had never bottomed before and the thought of my first cock in my ass being a monster like that? I was terrified, but so fucking ready. There was no way I was going first though. I stood up and looked Henderson in the eye.
“Show me that ass, sir,” I told him. There was a tension in the air as both of us were fighting for our dominance. The clock in Henderson’s office ticked on as we waited for the other to yield our power to the other. He had given me a choice, but he wasn’t ready to give me his control. A smirk from Henderson broke through the air as he walked over to the couch and bent over it.
The strain of his ass against the pinstripe suit ached to be let free, the bottom of the pants riding up to reveal the classic black sheer sock wrapped around his calves. I walked over and fished my own cock out. Daniels was more modest than Henderson, but man he was perfectly fine on his own. A nice six inches of cock, ready to be pushed balls deep into his boss.
Kneeling down, I spanked Henderson on the ass, his deep whimper bringing him back as mine. Sure, you were a big man in the halls Henderson, but here, you were mine to play with again. I reached around him and undid his belt, pulling it through the loops until it hung from my hand. Unbuttoning the clasp around his waist, I slid the pinstripes down, revealing a pair of white briefs which had begun to show sweat stains at the ass. Dropping the belt, I shimmied them down, revealing Henderson’s round ass, adorned with silver hair speckled across it.
I leaned in and bit his right cheek, nibbling on it and making it jiggle as I shook my hand around it, grabbing a handful. Henderson began to groan more as I squeezed harder. My cock was leaking even more now, I began to stroke and lather it up. Spitting in my hand, I rubbed my finger against his hole, which winced at my touch.
“Aww, somebody’s shy,” I said, chuckling.
“Daniels,” Henderson commanded. “I won’t have any subordination.”
“Sorry sir, just admiring you,” I told him, leaning forward and brining my mouth to his ear. “Are you ready for me?” I asked him softly, my lips brushing against the rim of his ear.
“You better get to work Daniels,” he told me. “You may be fucking me, but I’m still in charge here.” I chuckled and pulled away, positioning my cock, ready to breach.
“Whatever you say sir,” I told him, asserting pressure and sliding myself in. Henderson slammed a fist on the back of the couch, groaning.
“Mmm somebody is a little tight,” I say, pushing myself further in. His wrapped its rim around my shaft, sucking me in. It was tight, but I could tell it loved having me there to fill it up. I could feel Henderson pulling away, but I made sure to grab him by the waist and pull him in, finally pushing my cock fully inside of him. He felt so fucking good, the warm sheath of Henderson’s hole perfectly hugged my cock. I could feel his heartbeat run down my shaft as I pressed against his prostate. He wrapped both hands on the backboard of the couch and threw his head back.
“FUCK DANIELS!” He yelled, rumbling the room. He looked back at me and growled. “Just for that, you’re overseeing after school detention for the next week!” I grabbed his waist with my other hand and hugged him close.
“Oh yeah? What will this get me?” I asked him, before pulling away and slamming deep into him once more. My balls were still pressed inside the fabric of my pants, hugged closely to me as I began pumping more and more into Henderson’s hole.
“Two weeks Daniels! And you’ll be coming here after each one of them and taking my cock!” He yelled.
“You’ll have to do better than that!” I yelled back, pumping even faster.
“You better fuck me harder than that if you want to get out of this!” He shouted. He had wrapped his meaty hands around his cock and began to pump, matching my thrusts. I slapped his ass, making him moan and become mine again. After a few extra thrusts he reached back and grabbed my wrist, causing me to stop just as I was about to push as far as I possibly could.
“Enough,” he told me. I slid back slowly until only my head was left inside. Both of us exhaled as it slipped out, sloppily slapping against my thigh. He got up and slipped off his shoe, holding it in front of me.
“I told you, we’re flipping,” he said. “Now, inhale” He brought the shoe up to my nose, I could smell the odor permeating, a hot odor wafting from its sole. I was entranced and brought my nose closer until it was fully inserted into Henderson’s loafer. I inhaled deeply, taking in his masculine scent which had worn its way into the leather over the years. He took my hand and replaced his on the shoe, making me hold it up to my face.
Henderson took of his other shoe and threw it to the side, then slipped his pants and briefs off, standing fully erect with only his shirt and blazer on.
“Keep that on your face and get on the couch,” he commanded. I did as he told, the only air coming through me having to pass through Henderson’s sole. I laid myself on the couch just as he did earlier, my ass presenting itself to him as he walked to the side of the room. I heard the rattle of metal across the floor, but dared not look in his direction. Suddenly, I felt his large hands grasp at my ask and pull at the fabric. The seam in my pants was already barely holding on to my new ass, so it didn’t take much for him to rip a huge gash, revealing my hole.
“Mmmm, he rumbled before kneeling behind me”. I felt his beard first, brushing against my taint, his warm breath caressing my cheeks as he inhaled softly. His tongue slithered out, tracing around my hole and making me shiver. Fuck…. Daniels and I had never had our ass eaten before. He lapped at my hole, enjoying his meal and taking it every taste. His tongue was so warm, circling the rim of my hole as he pushed the tip in.
I winced, but didn’t pull away. I made sure to hold myself in place and moaned into Henderson’s shoe, the muffled sound barely escaping from the leather. His tongue went deeper, slithering as far as it could inside before pulling out. He kissed my cheek and stood himself up.
“Now, you be a good boy and take what sir gives to you,” he said behind me. My heart was beating like crazy! Why did this have to be how I took my first cock? His cock brushed against my hole, I whimpered to myself, trying my best to not show him my fear.
“Awww, he’s shy,” Henderson cooed. “Don’t worry boy, I’ll start real gentle.” He applied pressure and was met with resistance. But with some coercing, the head of his cock pierced through, sending a searing pain which rattled me.
“FUCK!” I screamed, throwing my head back.
“Oh poor thing, I know it’s rough,” Henderson replied. “Here, we don’t want any students to hear you as get fucked like a little pig.” The smell of leather hit my nose once more as I saw something drape over my head and find its way into my mouth. Motherfucker got his belt out!
“Now, bite,” Henderson commanded. I did as he told and bit into the soft leather belt, my teeth exorcising some of the pain. He pulled back with both ends of the belt like a coachmen, tilting my head back some.
“Good boy…” he said. “Now, let’s pick up where we left off”. I turned my head to see him slowly dribble some saliva down to his shaft before using his free hand to lather it up. He pushed further, the initial shock was over but the feeling of him stretching my hole made me cry in agony. The belt suppressed most of my cries, but nothing could stop the tears beginning to well in my eyes.
Saliva began to pool in my mouth as I bit harder into the belt, my teeth only offering a small respite from the pain of my expansion. It felt like he was going endlessly, stretching me further and further. I wanted to beg him to stop, to let me breathe for just a moment. But part of me didn’t want to disappoint him, to prove I could do this just as good as he could. It was the feeling of his thigh pressed against my ass that finally told me he had made, accompanied from a deep moan which rumbled out of his chest.
“Ohhhhhh…. Fuuuuuuuuck yeah boy!” Henderson yelled out. “Oh you’re a natural. You’re such a good boy, taking it like a champ. Are you ready for the real fun?” I bowed my head down, relieved there wasn’t more to take in, but even more scared of what he meant.
“I said,” he continued, pulling back on the belt and craning my head to look back at him, “are you ready?”
“Mmmmhmmm” I managed to get out, my teeth bared. He gave me a devilish smirk.
“Good.” He pulled out some and began to pump his bull cock into me. With each stroke the pain subsided more and more as I stretched to accommodate him. As I became more accustomed to him filling me, the more I actually began to enjoy it! He stretched me further as his pace quickened, rubbing against my prostate and pushing it into submission. Fuck! He’s making me his little bitch and I fucking love it!
“Mmmmm…. Mmmmm…MMMMMMM….” I moaned out, vibrating the belt and sending my calls out to him.
“Yeah boy, you fucking love being Principal’s little bitch!” He yelled. He pulled harder until my head was full reclined and looking back at him. He was going to fuck town! He pumped faster, faster, like a jackhammer pounding away. I could feel a pressure welling in my cock as it brushed against the inside of my pants. The friction of the fabric and pounding against my prostate was becoming too much to hold back!
“Mmmcmmming!” I tried to yell.
“Say it again boy!” He yelled.
“MmmmCMMMING!” I yelled again, louder, trying to break from the leather.
“AGAIN!” He yelled, loosening his grip on the belt and draping it down to my neck.
“I’m cumming!!!” I squealed. In unison, my cock burst, a flood of euphoria drained across Daniels’ body as pump after pump of his cum filled my pants and began to seep through. Henderson yanked back on the belt, choking me, squeezing the last drops of cum from my balls. I felt controlled, dominated, used… and it was the most lustful feeling I had ever experienced.
“Fuck boy! I’m fucking cumming!” Henderson yelled. He pulled harder on the belt before I felt a rush of warm cum fill my hole. The twitch of his cock echoed through my ass as I felt wave after wave of his load shoot inside. He kept going and going, his deep voice screaming as the room filled with his ecstasy.
We were both breathing heavily, exhausted and completely worn out from our escapades. The grip on the belt loosened and I fell forward, catching myself just before I smacked my head against the backboard. My arms trembled and I collapsed, my ass hanging high. I could feel a spurt of cum stream down from my ass and merge with my own pool which still collected in my pants. Henderson collapsed too, I felt his heavy body shake the ground as he fell.
The only sound to come from us was our breathing as it eventually slowed back to normal. I was so fucking sore. My cock had shrunk back and sat in the pool of cum it had created and my hole puckered from exhaustion.
“Fuck dude,” Henderson finally said.
“Yeah, fuck,” was all I was able to muster.
“You think anybody heard us?” He asked.
“Probably,” I muttered, trying to regain enough strength to sit myself up.
“Yeah,” he said. I heard him get up, groaning as his older joints resisted after so much work. “You need some help man?” He asked. I nodded, my cheek still pressed against the seat. He wrapped an arm around my back, cupping his hand under my armpit and turning me over so I could sit back on my ass. He slumped next to me, legs spread and cock resting on his thigh. Even flaccid it was terrifying to imagine being inside of me.
“Does the sore feeling go away when you leave?” I asked him. He chuckled and shook his head.
“Nah man, you’re just wearing Daniels’ skin, that’s your hole I fucked. You’ll be feeling that into tomorrow.” I groaned.
“Man fuck you,” I muttered, closing my eyes and leaning my head back.
“Don’t worry,” he said. He leaned over and pecked me on the cheek. “I’ll give you some bottom aftercare.”
“You fucking owe it to me,” I told him, opening one eye to look at him. I couldn’t help but let a sly smirk escape. “But you did good back there, sir”.
“You did better than I expected though,” he said. “So, you going to be a little more verse now?” He asked. I swung my body around and sat on his lap, his cock twitched against my bare ass.
“Only if you can find some guy big enough to pin me,” I told him, leaning in to kiss him. He beard traced against mine as our tongues met. When I pulled away he was beaming.
“You’re on,” I said.
Father Son Bonding
Two horny best friends have the means to possess anybody they want, and they have their eyes set on the school's star wrestler and his dad.
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“You sure about this?” Colin asked, peering over the hedge, his clammy hands glistening as he looked through the window.
“Yeah man, I’ve been keeping an eye on them all week,” I told him, my eyes focused on Peter, who unbeknownst to him had two incredibly horny men sitting outside his house.
“No, I mean like, is this cool?” Colin pressed. “Feels kind of weird taking over a dad and his son.” I shrugged, too enamored by the glistening of Peter’s skin as he slumped into his room from practice. I had been obsessed with him since he transferred to our school a few months ago. Halfway through our senior year and he already was one of the most popular guys, star athlete on the wrestling team, and the biggest eye candy in the school.
“It’s fine,” I reassured Colin, forcing myself to break my gaze from Peter to look at him. In his eyes I could see the pool of his emotions. Anxiousness, uncertainty, and deep down I knew he was just as excited at the prospect as I was.
“I don’t know…” he said, trailing off as he looked back at the house. I could see from the first floor that Peter’s dad must have gotten home. Colin always had a thing for dads. Chalk it up to unresolved father issues or maybe he just liked greying hair. Either way, his inclination towards them was enough fuel it the fire to agree to come along with me.
“What if we get caught?” He asked. “I mean, those other guys were just people we didn’t know. Peter goes to school with us. If he finds out we did this, we’re fucking toast.” Peter had taken off his t shirt, revealing the upper half his singlet. Fuck… did he just wear that home after practice? I could feel myself hardening just thinking of that slick Lycra hugging his toned body.
“They’ll have no idea,” I told him. “Remember with those other guys? They didn’t remember a thing, it’ll be the same case here. We just need to be quick and take them over, then we’re done, they’ll wake up and think they just took a nap or something.”
“Yeah, I know, I know,” he said, not sounding any more sure of himself. Peter’s dad was leaning over the kitchen island, still in his work clothes. I could see the appeal Colin found in a guy like him. His navy pants hugged his round ass and even the gut he had was held firmly by the button down shirt. Peter was an absolute dream for me, but it looks like the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.
“You know, when I’m in his dad, I’m going to make you my little bitch,” I teased him. Colin sunk further into the hedge. I could see him adjust himself and take a long inhale.
“Asshole,” he muttered. Chuckling, I gave him a playful slap on the back. Peter’s dad seemed finished reading whatever was on his phone and walked out.
“Come on, we’re wasting time,” I told him, going around the bush and sneaking up to the house itself. It took a few seconds, but soon I heard Colin’s feet as they quickly followed suit.
The house had a back door, which Peter used to get inside after school every day. Right next to it was a rose bush, which hid a small rock I had seen Peter dig for one day when it appeared he forgot his house key. It didn’t take me long to find the rock and flip it over to find the small compartment where the spare key hid. From behind me I could hear incredibly heavy breathing.
“Colin,” I hissed, cocking my head behind me. “Can you just not breathe until we’re not at risk of being found?” Instantly the noise ceased. I unlocked the door and slowly opened it, thankful there wasn’t a single creak made. We stepped inside, looking around to make sure nobody else was present. This opened up to the kitchen, where luckily Peter’s dad had not returned. I could hear a television playing in the other room, which I followed to find what must be his dad’s bedroom.Covered just barely by the sound of the television, I could make out snoring. Perfect.
I crept into the room and found Peter’s dad laid back asleep, still in his suit from work. He must have had a long day. Colin made a small inhale to which I glared back at him. He slumped back and out of the way as I fished the vial from my back pocket.
Colin and I had always been horny sons of bitches. We used to play together but soon found out that we both had an affinity for being somebody else. After a series of kinky confessions, we both became intrigued by the idea of body possession. It took months of work and trying what felt like hundreds of bogus concoctions, but eventually we found what one would call a potion that did the trip. One drink from the vial we prepared and our bodies would enter a transfer like state. We could hope into any other person we wanted and take their bodies over for a couple of hours. Once the potion wore off, we were kicked out and our host would wake up a few hours later none the wiser.
After slowly undressing myself, I stood naked and I uncorked the vial. I took it quickly, trying to avoid the vile taste. It crept in the back of my throat as I felt it do its work. My body felt tingly and my skin began to glisten. See this wasn’t a possession as one would assume where you just hope in the body. Instead, it made it plausible for us to slither into our host like they were a human skin suit. Colin had crept behind Peter’s dad as I stood before him, the potion almost in full affect. Once I felt the potion course through me and my body was practically dripping, I looked to Colin and nodded.
Any reservation he had was quickly done away as he covered Peter’s dad’s mouth with one hand and straddled on top of him. The man’s eyes instantly shot open to find some horny eighteen year old sitting on top of him. Muffled screams start to press against Colin’s hand, but it didn’t take long for me to run up next to him and dive head first. Colin moved his hand out of the way just in time, as only a brief second did the scream ring out before I was stuffing his mouth full.
I was no expert at the possession process by any means, but had a few of them under my belt as I sank further down his throat. I couldn’t see anything, but felt my way around as I felt the space become roomier. I must have reached his gut. Any attempt at him trying to fight us off was held back by Colin holding his arms and legs down.
I felt my legs reach his mouth and tucked them, slurping me feet past his teeth and cradling myself inside of Mr. Montgomery’s stomach. I could feel my enclosure trying to thrash around, but its was too late. I was already full inside and feeling my arms around to his. Finding the openings, I slithered into them, locking my fingers into place like they were putting on a pair of gloves. While I could see anything still, I could feel the new calloused fingers and the pressure of Colin’s hands on my wrists. I patted him on the arm as a signal to move to the legs. The pressure was released and I started stepping my legs down into his.
Next was my favorite part. Position my rock hard cock into Mr. Montgomery’s, I slide into his own like it was a sheath. As soon as my tip was inside of his, I felt the constriction of his dress pants and used his arms to adjust myself. Finally, I rose my head up and felt my lips meet the back of his and my scalp reach the top. I laid completely still, resting after the struggle.
“Derek?” I heard Colin say through my new ears. I opened my eyes and rose from the bed, getting adjust to my new weight. I exhaled and rubbed a hand across my chest, feeling the stretched fabric. Fuuuuck. Maybe Colin had the right idea with Peter’s dad. The man hid some serious muscle behind these clothes, and I have to admit, feeling the stretch of the fabric across my cock was so erotic. Colin stood a few feet away, right by the door, ready to run.
“Boy,” I said, my voice a new baritone which I was not used to. I rested my palm against my knee and leaned forward. Colin seemed like he was about to jump either on me or away from me. I hooked my index finger up and motion him towards me. Standing only a few inches away, his breathing was incredibly heavy and his fingers were twitching. Standing up, I was a clear foot taller than him. He looked up at me as I brought a hand behind his head and cradled it. Leaning down, I stuck a tongue into his mouth and wrapped it around his own. He tried to fight back, but my tongue wrested with his and beat it into submission. Pulling away, he gasped, a small trail of saliva connection our lips.
“Now,” I told him. “Time for you to get dressed.” He nodded and stepped out of the way as I walked past him, giving his ass a slap. He whimpered and followed behind me. Peter was down the hall, behind a door three down I could hear some music playing. My heart began to beat faster as I got closer and closer to it. Once I was standing just outside the door, I looked back to Colin who had his back pressed against the wall.
“Keep an eye out, once I grab him, you run in and jump,” I told him. He nodded and took a deep breath, terrified. I took a step towards him and planted another kiss.
“You’ll do great,” I assured him, taking a tug at the cock pitching a serious tent in his pants. Getting back to the door, I tugged on the edges of my blazer and exhaled, ready to act the part. I rapped my knuckles on the door.
“What’s up?” I heard Peter call out.
“It’s me,” I told him. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah one second,” he said. I could hear him moving around behind the door. After a few seconds, the door opened and there stood Peter, shirtless. He had changed into some sweatpants, but before me was two toned pecs and six abdominals. I couldn’t help myself but exhale and swallow some saliva as I grew exponentially hungrier.
“Dad?” He asked, tilting his head. I cleared my throat and forced myself from immediately grabbing him.
“Sorry,” I said. “Just long day at work and mind went blank. How was school?” I asked him. One of his eyebrows perked up in confusion.
“Fine…?” He said. “What’s going on, you never ask me about school.” I stepped forward and pushed the door open wider. Peter stepped back and couldn’t do anything about me stepping into his room.
“Just thought I’d see how you were doing,” I said. “That such a bad thing?”
“I guess not,” he said, crossing his arms. His back was to the door now and through it I could see Colin, naked and glistening. He was gearing, ready to jump. I smiled at Peter, who was growing all the more suspicious of his dear old dad.
“Look son,” I said, putting an arm on his shoulder. He flinched slightly, clearly uncomfortable with the entire interaction. “I know I haven’t been as attentive as I should be but… you know what? Fuck it, I’m not good at this pretending stuff.” Peter look absolutely flabbergasted, but I took the opportunity, to wrap my new muscular arm around his chest, another hand to cover his eyes and spin him back towards the door.
“What the fuck dad?!” He yelled. But in doing so, gave Colin the perfect opportunity to run straight at his mouth.
He jumped in like an olympic diver, his hands disappearing through Peter’s mouth, stifling his yelling. The force was enough to knock myself and Peter on our backs. I lost my grip momentarily, giving Peter the chance to grab at Colin’s shoulders. He pulled him away from him and I could see Colin slipping out.
“Oh no you don’t,” I told him, wrapping my thighs around his legs and arms around his. Colin was shimming in further, now unburdened by Peter’s resistance.
It was so fucking erotic seeing Colin slip further and further into Peter, his small twink frame sliding further and further down, causing Peter to bulge out from the neck, then chest and finally stomach. The further he got, the less Peter fought back as he began to submit. I loosened my grip on Peter and stood up, catching a glimpse as Colin’s feet slurped their way down. Peter was thrashing on the ground, his stomach expanded as Colin worked his way inside.
Through his skin, I could see Colin’s feet as they pushed down Peter’s abs down his legs, like they were a new pair of pants. Hungrily, I ripped the sweat pants off of Peter and watched as Colin’s feet began to position themselves into place. Peter’s dick laid softly on his thigh, but even so it was an absolute marvel. I had only imagined what it must look like, but here I could see it was a monster. He wiggled his toes, completing the assimilation. Going up, I could see Colin working his cock into Peter’s.
I could feel the saliva building as Colin’s more modest cock took into Peter’s wearing it like a sleeve. It stretched itself out until it was at full mast, easily a good seven inches. As I watched Colin’s arms slide into Peter’s, I brought my tongue and lapped it around Peter’s cock. It was twitching like mad and throbbing at every point of contact I made. Looking up, Peter’s head thrashed back, and I could see Colin’s pushing past Peter’s neck. Once the lump had reached it’s peak, Peter let out a huge gasp and slumped. He was still for a moment, before shooting his eyes open and sitting up immediately.
Looking down, he examined his hands and flexed them. A giant smile spread across his face as he touched it. Chuckling, he looked at me and bit his lip.
“How are you feeling son?” I asked him, feeling a growl build in my chest.
“I feel fucking amazing,” Colin said through Peter’s voice. I chuckled and crept closer to him. We were nose to nose with one another. I was just about to kiss him when he stuck his tongue out and traced it over my bottom lip. Fuck… when Colin was somebody else, he took on this newfound confidence he never displayed anywhere else. He brought his lips up to mine, our tongues fought one another. But soon I was pushing mine deeper and deeper into him. I grabbed his arms and pulled him up, our lips still locked. Once we were both standing, I pulled away and growled, knowing it would drive him wild.
“Okay,” I told him. “Now that we got the bodies, let’s play the parts.” He flashed his gleaming white teeth and stepped past me.
“Yes sir,” he said. I walked past him and out the room. The biggest reason Colin even agreed to this was because he was so intrigued by the idea of the role play we could do here. Me as Mr. Montgomery and him as Peter. I was so turned on at the idea of having Peter as my son and having my way with him that I almost skipped out the door. With my hand on the doorknob and a quick glance back, I could see Col- Peter, looking over his shoulder and grinning at me. He waved a hand at me, motioning for me to leave. I closed the door behind me and waited a moment. Behind the door, I could hear Peter rummaging around, finding his costume. I was so impatient I was about to break the whole immersion and bust in there, ready to force him onto the bed. I took the time to fix my suit in the hallway mirror. Mr. Montgomery was a fucking dilf, not going to lie. He had a powerful stance, goatee and piercing eyes that would make any bitch of his grovel in submission.
“Ready!” Peter called out behind the door. I could feel my heart racing, my ultimate fantasy only a few feet away. I adjusted my tie, pressing the fabric firmly against my throat and adjust my cock which somehow hadn’t broken free after all of this work. I turned back to Peter’s door and knocked.
“What’s up?” Peter asked, sounding exactly as he did moments ago. I opened the door and found Peter in just his wrestling singlet. The bright green lycra hugged his body perfectly and was showing wet patches under his pits and around his crotch.
“Oh, sorry dad, I was just changing,” Peter said, smirking and rubbing his bulge. I bit the inside of my cheek and stepped into the room.
“No, you’re fine son. Sorry, I should have waited,” I told him, adjusting my belt. “How was practice?” He shrugged and sauntered over, releasing the grip from his cock. Still, it stayed in place at full mast and pressed against his stomach from the fabric.
“Real good. Pinned every one of them down. Though coach got a little mad at me. I kept pushing my crotch near their faces and pushed some boundaries.”
“Now son, you know that’s not appropriate,” I scolded him, keeping both wants gripped onto my belt. He rolled his eyes.
“Yeah I know. But it was all circumstantial. It was the only way I could get my nose close enough to their balls and inhale their musk.” God fucking damn it Peter…
“You know boy, that’s not something you should really tell your father.” He looked somewhat apprehensive, playing into the character.
“Maybe not, but I just feel so comfortable around you, I thought I could… open up.” He stepped even closer, I could see the sweat stains even more closely now. He must have worked his ass off at practice because the lycra was practically drenched.
“Well it’s true you can tell me about anything,” I told him, unlinking my hands from my belt. I resisted the urge to touch him just for now, wanting to savor the moment.
“Is it true I can show you anything too?” He asked, biting his lip. I brought one hand out and cradled his lower back, feeling the moist texture of the spandex across it.
“I’m a pretty open man son,” I told him. He smiled and sank to his knees, my hand traveled from his back, up his spine and finally behind his head. I rubbed my new dad fingers through his messy blond hair as he looked up at me.
“How about you show me what you did to those boys so I know how bad I need to punish you?” I asked him.
“Yes sir,” he said. He brought a hand up and cradled my balls, before bringing his nose up to my ripe cock. He inhaled deeply, taking in his father’s musk. He wrapped his lips around the impression of my dick, kissing and worshipping at it. I felt a deep moan rumble out of my chest, almost vibrating the both of us with its bass. I pulled at his hair, he looked up at me with his pitiful eyes, practically drooling before me.
“Now,” I told him. “I want you to show me what you wanted to do to those boys.” I pushed his head into my crotch, forcing him to inhale only me. When I pulled him back again, he unzipped my pants and found the pair of white briefs that were desperately holding my cock back. He slipped a finger into the underwear’s opening and freed it.
I just now came to find out my cock was like a fucking bull’s. An absolutely thick piece of meat, even I was intimidated for a quick moment. Peter couldn’t hold back any more. I know he wanted to take his time, but it was only a brief second before he wrapped his lips around my shaft and slid his way down. The rumbling in my chest broke out and I moaned load enough to shake the house’s foundation.
“FUCK BOY!” I yelled, throwing my head back. I brought my hands up to my chest and twisted at my nipples. It was like every erotic sensation this body was capable of broke out and sent a wave of shivers down my spine. I could feel my knees buckle for a moment as Peter worked his way up and down my shaft. I twisted harder, feeling my cock already about to explode and send my seed down his throat. I had to let go of my chest before I spent myself too early. I stuck my hand behind Peter’s head again and forced him down to my balls. He choked for a second, his nose pressed against my belt. I let him go without air for a few second and pulled him back.
He coughed and pressed his hands to the floor, catching his breath. When he looked back at me I could see tears welling in his eyes, but they were hungry for more.
“Get the fuck up,” I commanded. He obliged and stood before me. I grabbed at his cock through the fabric and growled in his ear.
“Whose is this?”I asked him, my lips brushing against his earlobe.
“Y-yours,” he stammered.
“Yours, what?” I asked.
“Yours… sir,” he said.
“Good,” I growled again, before sticking a tongue into his ear canal. He moaned softly, his knees trembling for a moment before I pulled away. I snapped a finger and pointed at the bed. He walked over and got on his hands and knees, facing away from me. There was a trail of sweat across his ass crack, which made me press my cock against it and slide across the ridge. Peter was whimpering in anticipation. I pinched at the fabric and pulled. There was resistance at first, but with my newfound strength, I was about to make a small appear. It looks like my aim was spot on because it aligned perfectly with his. Peering in, I could see Peter’s hole, twitching in anticipation through the peep hole I had made.
Sticking my index finger in my mouth, I lathered it up and pushed it through the fabric. I made contact with Peter’s ass, making him shiver. Tracing the finger around his hole, I applied pressure and slowly pushed myself in. Peter moaned to himself before reaching to the end of the bed to grab a pillow. He bit into it as slowly, I pushed the finger to the first knuckle inside of him. He was so fucking tight, clearly never done this before.
I managed to push my entire finger into his hole, pressing the knuckles against his cheeks. Peter’s cries were forced into the pillow as he pushed his ass closer to me. I felt for his prostate and found it easily enough. Rubbing it with the tip of my finger, I saw as he brought his hand to his pulsing cock and rubbed his palm across his shaft. Taking care to not hurt my boy, I pulled out and looked down to see a stream of precut dripping from my cock. I gathered up a sample and took a taste. Kneeling down, I stuck my two index fingers into the hole I had made and pulled them apart. The lycra gave away and the hole spread further and further. I took my time with it, revealing that Peter did in fact have a nice hair ass I could have only hoped for before this moment. Ecstasy took over and I found my large hands gripping at the edges and ripping them apart.
Peter’s cock was finally freed and flopped against the bedspread. I saw it too had begun to leak a fair amount and was staining the sheets. Putting a hand on Peter’s back, I guided him forward. He walked on his hands and knees like the good little dog that he was. Bringing a hand around his waist, I wrapped my meaty fingers around his cock and stroked it a few times before spitting into my hands. I stroked my cock, mine and Peter’s saliva melding together to create a nice slippery lube.
“Take a breath boy, daddy’s going to show you how it’s done,” I told him. “You ready?” He moaned submissively and nodded his head. He shook his ass a little; I couldn’t tell between the two of us who was hungrier for this.
“You’re daddy’s good boy,” I told him, pressing the tip of my cock against his impatient hole.
“Thank you daddy,” he said, unearthing his teeth from the pillow. I pushed against his hole and felt the tip spread it out. Peter moaned in a clear combination of pain and pleasure. His knuckles were turning white as he gripped at the sheets desperately.
“You’re doing such a good job for daddy,” I told him, pressing further. He warm hole opened up for me as inch by inch, he swallowed me up. His and my moans mixed harmoniously as I pushed myself balls deep into him.
“FUCK!” We both yelled as I felt my balls make contact with his taint. He was so fucking tight and felt amazing. We stood there for a moment, he was making my cock pulse as it was wrapped in his sultry sheath. I stood myself up on my knees and put each of my hands on his hips. I pulled back and felt Peter’s hole give such as much resistance, desperate to keep me inside. I let the tip of my cock in as I pushed myself back inside. Biting my lip, I heard Peter gasping and moaning like a bitch. I picked up the pace, the feel of his hole grew easier and easier to get back into as it became accustomed to me.
Peter was practically crying in pleasure as began to piston myself back and forth into him. He was my sloppy little boy and I was his strong father, here to take as much of him as I wanted.
“Sit up,” I commanded him. He pushed himself up and supported himself on his knuckles, arching his back and standing proud. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed myself fully inside to reach his ear.
“You ready for it to be real fucking good?” I asked him.
“Yes sir,” he said, his voice breathless. I grabbed his chiseled jaw and turned it to face me.
“Are you fucking sure?” I pressed. Without saying a word, he jiggled his ass back and forth. I wrapped my lips around his before brining them back to his ear.
“Good boy,” I repeated. Putting my hands back on his shoulders, I pistoned. Never in my life have I worked a hole so fucking hard, but I was pushing myself in and out as fast as I possible could. I could feel Peter’s cock reacting to every hit to his prostate.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” Peter cried out. He leaned his head back, giving me the opportunity to grab at his hair again and yank it back further. We made eye contact before they briefly rolled to the back of his head. Fuck, I know I’m not going to last any fucking longer.
“Fuck boy I’m cumming!” I roared.
“Fuck daddy me too!” He barely managed to say. I felt a rush of ecstasy rush across me as I pumped load after load into his new sloppy hole. Pushing myself as deep as I could possibly go, I made sure my seed traveled deep into Peter’s intestines. Our moans of pleasure mixed together and rumbled the entire house. I could count the pumps my cock made in my head. Five, six, seven, eight… nine… I began to manually twitch my cock… ten…
I was breathing even heavier than Peter was as I wrapped my daddy arm across his chest and kissed at his neck. He was about to fall forward, but I made sure to keep him firmly in place. Our breathing began to sync up as we calmed ourselves down. I made sure to be extra careful as I pulled myself out, my cock still tingling and sensitive to touch. Stumbling back, it was like I was getting used to my new weight all over again. I could see that Peter had left a giant pool of cum under him as he rolled on his back, he dick still a hunk of meat, slapped lazily on his thigh.
“Did you fucking cum hands free?” I asked him, pointing the new stain. He glanced over and chuckled.
“Yeah,” he said. “Never done that before.” I took off the jacket to my suit and undid my tie.
“Damn boy,” I told him. “Impressive.” He looked back and winked at me.
“Thanks dad.” Looking at the mess we made, I was both impressed and hit with the realization of our now clean up.
“You not worried about them seeing this and freaking out?” I asked him. Peter was still riding high. He shrugged and threw his hands behind his head. His pits were immaculate, adorned with matching dirty blond hair.
“Fuck it, we’ll get it cleaned up,” he said, closing his eyes. I chuckled myself and crawled on the bed myself, hovering over him.
“Now where’s this Colin all the time?” I asked him. He put a finger to my lips and shushed.
“Peter,” he reminded me. Smirking I laid myself next to him. He rolled on his side and wrapped an arm around my soft stomach, pulling himself closer to me.
“How much longer we got?” He asked. I checked my watch and shrugged.
“Probably about an hour,” I estimated. He rolled once more, straddling himself on my waist. He slipped his hands under my shirt and felt up my thick, hairy, barrel chest. He wiggle his ass over my cock which began to twitch back to life.
“Sounds like we can squeeze in one more before we leave then,” he said, flicking my nipples between his fingers. I laughed, feeling my baritone notes rumbling through him.
“Deal son,” I told him.
Simon flew his astral body into his older brother Toby’s house. He looked everywhere for Toby’s roommate, a woman which Simon had a crush on. He wanted to possess her body and grope it to his heart’s content. Despite his goals, Toby’s roommate wasn’t home at all.
Simon flew around the house restlessly. The potion that had allowed his soul to astral project was about to run out. He had been warned by the mysterious magic shop keeper that when the potion ran out, he would be pulled into the nearest body and be forced to possess it for about a day.
Considering his options, there was only one thing to do..Possess his own older brother’s chubby but muscular body. It was the only body left in the house. As he hovered over it debating whether or not he still had any options, the potion ran out and Simon was sucked into Toby’s body.
Immediately Toby’s body woke and rose out of bed. The real Toby was unconscious in the back of Simon’s head.
Simon walked to the bathroom. He looked at his brother’s face in the mirror, “Great. Now I’m stuck as this huge lug instead of his hot babe of a roommate. What a waste of a potion”
“Still.. Toby’s not bad. Maybe I can land a date with a hot girl,” said Simon acknowledging his new face.
“Might as well see what I’m working with..” said Simon as he unceremoniously dropped his brother’s pants and underwear.
He examined his new privates, “Not bad. The penis isn’t huge but these balls scream breeding bull.”
“Hey what the fuck?!” Said Simon as he was checking out Toby’s junk. His uncut penis was beginning to harden from no visual stimulation other than a naked male body. It freaked the straight boy out.
“Am I… Am I gay in this body??” Simon asked to nobody but himself. “Toby never told any of us that he’s gay.”
“Still,” said Simon, “…. This is kinda hot.”
Simon Coyly turned Toby’s but towards the mirror in order to get a look at it. He had never noticed his big brother’s big fat muscle booty before, except when it was in his way. Now he wanted to see it fucked by a big strong man. But asking another man to fuck him was still an embarrassing scenario to the former straight boy. He would have to settle for some exhibition in Toby’s body.
Simon went took off his shirt, discarding in a retrieving a pair of tighty whities from the underwear drawer. He pulled them up his brother’s meaty legs to over his even meatier buttocks. He loved the way the briefs accentuated his brother’s curvy form.
Simon threw on some sock and sneakers and began push mowing Toby’s yard with no shirt or pants on. He felt aroused showing off his big brother’s body, and as a result he stayed semi erect the whole time. Neighborhood boys and men seemed to find excuses to go for walks and jogs. They wanted a chance to stare at the chubby guy mowing his lawn in briefs. Simon loved the attention. He even got to receive a UPS package in his state of undress. The man told him to have a great day, but he did it while smirking and staring right at Simon’s underwear package.
After making a spectacle of Toby’s body, Simon took it inside and masturbated to the thought of all of the hot looks he got today, an how amazing it would feel to let all of those men have their way with his cock and his hole. He sprayed harder than he ever had back in his straight boy body. He showered up and went into a peaceful sleep in Toby’s body, knowing he would wake up back in his own body.
The Impact of Possession
Kyle possessed his single dad early this Saturday morning.
“Didn’t know Dad wore briefs, nice. Though he could use some new ones,” said Kyle. “Woah, nice hog dad. Maybe I’ll climb into Aiden’s bed and pretend ‘dad’ drunkenly climbed into the wrong bed last night. After all, dad always drinks on Fridays and Aiden always sleeps in on Saturdays..”
Kyle started chubbing up from the plan he just formulated. He went to his 20 year old brother’s room in only his dad’s briefs and carefully got onto the bed and under the covers, scootching back until his hairy bubble butt lightly tapped his brother’s package. Aiden surprised him by instantly slinging his arm over his hunky body, his lips gently pressed to the back of Kyle’s neck.
For a moment Kyle didn’t know if Aiden was still asleep or not. Would he really react like this if he was awake while his dad climbed into bed with him? The question itself made Kyle’s stolen dick rage at full hardness.
As if the moment wasn’t blissful enough, Aiden started moaning in his sleep and bucking his hips. His dad’s big billowy ass must’ve felt really good on his dick. He was hard as fuck, and his hand on left arm which was wrapped around Kyle starting groping Kyle’s hairy pec. Aiden was one horny sleeper, and Kyle couldn’t complain. This was more than he could’ve hoped for with his experience of possessing their dad.
Kyle decided to go for broke. He grinded his dad’s ass back on his brother’s dick, making the sleeping boy go from sleep-moaning, to sleep-grunting. Aiden’s hand moved down to Kyle’s hip and locked on with force. He began to hump him with speed and power.
“Dad?” A groggy and confused Aiden asked Kyle while he briefly stopped humping. “Oh whatever,” said Aiden as he consciously decided to resume the humping with a renewed gusto.
“So hot..” was all Kyle could say. He was on the verge of orgasming out of their old man’s dick. Just from the over the underwear pounding he was getting.
“Ohh fuck,” Aiden moaned out, pressing his boner as deep into Kyle’s briefs clad ass as possible. When Kyle felt his brother’s load wetting the back of his briefs, he lost his own load too and moaned out in his dad’s baritone.
“I didn’t know we could do that,” said Aiden getting up from bed to clean up but smiling all the while.
“Thanks for that uh.. son,” said Kyle. It was weird calling his older brother that. “I love you son.”
“Oh so it’s like that,” said Aiden, tussling Kyle’s hair, “Well you can share my bed anytime dad. Or we could cuddle in yours, since it is king sized.”
Aiden confidently went off to the bathroom. He had just gotten his first bitch. And it was his own father, as far as he knew he was walking on sunshine.
Kyle could hardly believe it. Aiden actually liked using his dad in such a carnal way. It was hot as fuck.
Kyle decided not to press his luck any further with the whole possessing his dad thing. He went back to his dad’s bedroom and returned to his astral form. He then flew to his own room and repossessed his own body. His cell phone had three missed calls and a voicemail from his witch friend Jason. He played the voicemail,
“Kyle buddy I just did some more research and there’s more you need to know about that possession spell before you use it! Anything you do in the possessed’s body will impact their personality for good.. so just be careful how you use it. Okay good luck.”
Kyle was dumbfounded. He possibly just made his straight dad into a huge homo. His face lit up into a smile when he realized that he and Aiden’s relationship to their father was about to change in drastically for the kinkier and the better…