💥 The Transformation of the Zero: Living the Fiction
Artis was, by his own admission, a zero.
At twenty-five, he inhabited the quiet, climate-controlled world of the College Library. He was slight, perpetually draped in a comforting, oversized cardigan, and his face was often hidden behind thick, scholarly glasses. He yearned to shed the skin of the "nerd," dreaming of a life lived with confidence and physical presence.
His routine was a monotonous loop of cataloging, until Officer Ryan Davis walked in.
The officer, muscular and commanding, a visible pillar of authority, was new to the neighborhood patrol. He checked the library often, sometimes inquiring about new atate,and locsl laws to "advance his own education." For Artis, the officer’s appearance was an event. I didn't just admire the man; I wished to be him. This became my singular focus.
A room in my house eventually became a shrine with charting his measurements and studying different angles of his head to master the haircut.
II. The Friendship and the Replication
Officer Ryan Davis saw something in the nervous young librarian. He was friendly, a good guy who offered to help me get into shape. "Better than working out alone," he'd said. It felt like genuine friendship, but for me, it was a curriculum.
I became a meticulous student, observing everything, down to the officer's gait, his mannerisms, and his schedule. I absorbed his training regimen until I became a perfect physical counterpart, often stealing his discarded gym clothes, socks, and shoes, so I could work out on the days he was on duty.
I can't believe he has a notice.I would just like him , especially in this clothes. People are seeing me think i'm him.
The transformation took only a few months. The physical resemblance—losing the weight, gaining the muscle, changing the hair, trading glasses for contacts—was a complete fluke, an astonishing, uncanny resemblance I hadn't even consciously aimed for. I had wanted to be like him; But I had become him.
III. The Perfect Switch
Months later, Officer Davis saw his friend in the library. Instead of the "zero" he'd befriended, he saw a man who looked like his reflection—a shocking testament to my discipline. Unaware that I was now his perfect double, and desperate for a trusted person to look after his hoyse while he was away at a mandatory two-week training camp.
Officer Davis asked me to keep an eye on his place—just water the plants and bring in the mail.
There a door in the back of his closet I found the hidden key to the security door, a safety measure he kept hidden so no one could steal his gear. I opened the door to his life.
I didn't just watch the place; I moved in. Once I slipped the tailored uniform over my new body, I decided: I was going to pass myself off as Officer Ryan Davis.
I started taking duties immediately. I cleared his desk of the backlog he ignored and filed overdue reports. I did patrol, handing out tickets, stopping speeders. I even stumbled onto a break-in, stopping a theft and detaining one of the three victims who was trying to slip away from the scene—all before the official units arrived. I realized I might be a better version of Davis, combining the discipline and book-knowledge of the librarian with the authority of the officer.
IV. The Impostor's Throne
Now, sitting at the precinct desk, the weight of the badge settled naturally on my shoulders. Sergeant Miller had just confirmed my patrol route. The uniform fit with absolute precision. Everything was smooth.
I glanced down at the custom nameplate. It read: OFFICER RYAN DAVIS.
The original Ryan Davis was already gone, oblivious that his simple request had led to a complete identity theft. This wasn't a hero's quest; it was the quiet, perfect victory of an impostor. I had stopped idolizing the man; I had become the man. And I was doing a damn good job.
The question isn't whether I can maintain the charade for two weeks. The question is: What happens when the real Officer Ryan Davis returns to a life that no longer belongs to him?
The real officer Ryan Davis is returning home tomorrow so I cleaned up the house like I was never there.Everything back in place.
I left him a note on the door saying: the plants are watered and your mail is on the desk. I also organized your place.
Officer Davis just went right to bed.He was too tired and weak from the two week training camp.
Officer Davis was up early that morning to report to duty. Walking from the door from the house into the garage , about to get in when I came up behind him and struck him in the back of the head , he collapsed to the floor of the garage , looking up at me as I stood over him in my crisp pressed uniform.
Artis why? Why are you in my uniform?
I've been wearing your uniform for the last 2 weeks.Doing your job and much better job than you. Compared back reports and files. 've been doing your job on patroling the street. I make a better officer than you ever have.
Artis pushes Ryan onto his back. Start stripping him from uniform. These uniform is very expensive . Once down to his underwear, i picked up .Davis and placed him in the trunk of the police cruiser, it's a 90° Day feeling aa hit as 120° locking him in the trunk of the cruiser.
Artis is passing as Officer Ryan Davis reported for duty. It waa lunchtime when he decided to take a long drive outside the city with the real Ryan Davis in the trunk.
I sat in the car and had a quick lunch.And then decide to open the trunk. After everything is happened to Ryan this week.He was not a goid. Pale. Dehydrated. Hus health was failing?His life was cutting short as of now.
I was out the night before and dug a hole and covered it with tree branches.Now I cleared it and threw the real Officer Ryan Davis into the hole. I finish stripping him naked first, taking his watch ring.Even the underwear he was wearing. No one would ever find them here.
A temporary coverThe holes with branches cause.I didn't wanna sweat in my uniform.I was too hot out , but first I have something to take care of.
I was going to bury you. But it's just too hot and I don't wanna with my uniform.
Part VII: The Final Polish
...I swung the shovel, smashing in the face until the original Officer Davis was unrecognizable, out of the way, and completely undetectable.
I covered the pit with tree limbs. "I'll be back later to fill in the hole," I said, adjusting my collar. I couldn't afford to linger. My uniform was clean, but my lunch break was running out. The heavy wool fabric was already uncomfortable. I had to get back to the station.
I drove back to the patrol , smiling more now. I was Officer Ryan Davis. The best police officer the station ever had.
⚖️ The Philosophy of the Zero
We made friends. I idolized the man I was staring at in his crisp uniform. I didn't know I was going to physically transform into him. As my body changed, my face seemed to have taken on his appearance, much to my surprise.
But why shouldn't I take his place?
I am a better version of him. I possess his strength, his presence, and the dedication he lacked. I have the mind to organize the mess he left behind and the will to eliminate the complications he created. The world gains a superior officer, and I gain the life I was meant to have.
The universe gifted me this opportunity. I simply carried out the necessary cleanup.
The White Biker Bandit was at his usual race ground looking for new targets when he saw some motorcycle police officers. He panicked thinking they had come to find him, but then he noticed they seemed to be here doing some police training, they didn't have a clue what was going on. This was absolutely perfect, he'd never had any police officers under his control, but this would change very quickly.
He waited until most of the police officers had gone into the meeting room, there were just two still outside chatting. He approached them pretending to be interested in their police motorbikes and asked if he could take a look. They were happy to show him, in fact they seemed to love the attention and having people admiring them so they were somewhat off guard. This was perfect.
"Thanks for letting me take a look at your bike officers, just before I leave you to it, I've got something I think you'd both like to look at" the bandit took out his favourite pendant and held it up making sure both officers were looking at it.
"what is it"? One officer asked, he was already staring intently at it.
"Wow it's so pretty" the other officer exclaimed.
"That's it officers" the bandit spoke, "it really is pretty, you want to keep staring at the beautiful pendant, you get lost in it's beauty, look deeper and you'll feel your thoughts and cares washing away.
"ooohh you're riiigghttt" the first officer said.
The second responded shortly after "I can't...I can't seem to...look away"
The bandit smiled, he had them. These highly trained officers couldn't even resist his powerful pendant.
"Now officers, I'm in charge, you will always respond to me and do as I ask do you understand?"
"yeessss" they both replied.
"Yes Sir"! the bandit responded with.
The first younger officer instantly replied "yes siirrr"
The bandit looked the second more senior officer, he still seemed to have a touch of resistance.
"Come on now officer, you know I'm in charge. Just stare even deeper into the pendant, look at the beautiful light reflecting from it, how it penetrates into your brain, you know you can't resist".
The second officer's eyes narrowed as he was focusing more and more on the pendant. Then he suddenly seemed to go slightly limp and his eyes dropped down.
"yes.....sirr" he finally responded with.
"great, now I've got two police officers under my control, no one will ever stop me now"!
The bandit smiled knowing how much fun he would have with these two handsome motorcycles officers
"Pete, your suit has quite an odor! You really need to wash it more often, especially since you wear it under your casual attire all day long..... But you know I love it!!!"
The University Officer at my college is always riding my ass for "bullying." Apparently some wimps went crying to him after I teased them around. Now he's constantly watching me. The dude needs to chill, and I'm gonna make him!
All it'll take is a confrontation with my handy hypnotic pendant. One look at the gem dripping down my neck and his mind will be ripe the picking!
"Yo, Officer!" I call his attention and march right up to the goody-two-shoes. He looks just as high-and-mighty as ever.
"Something going on?" he gives me a disapproving glare, "You causing trouble again?"
"Wouldn't dream of it, big guy," I pull the pendant out of my shirt, "Just wanted to show my favorite piggy something."
He grimaces and opens his mouth, but before he can deliver his comeback, his eyes catch sight of the glowing jewel on my neck. The tension in his body relaxes while his jaw drops open. He looks like a brain dead idiot, but that just means he's ready for some instructions.
I start to explain his new job to him. Things are going to be different around here. This cop's not going to be the high-and-mighty enforcer of justice he used to be, and there's nothing he can do but nod his head dumbly and agree!
A week later I catch sight of the cop carrying a bucket of soapy water down the hall. Some nerd I'm intimidating squeals for his help.
The officer just shakes his head, "Sorry, I'm busy right now. I have to go scrub graffiti off a stall in the men's room."
"That's my art, piggy. You like what I spray painted in there?" I chuckle.
"Oh, it was very well done," he answered quickly, searching my eyes for approval, "I didn't realize it was yours, sir. I'll just leave it alone."
The dweeb I have pinned against the wall is dumbfounded and asks again for some help before I interrupt, "Jesus, tell this kid to just shut up and hand over his lunch."
The cop nods and turns a stern face to my victim, "Son, be quiet and give him what he wants, now."
After handing over his packed meal, the student scurries away. I obviously had the officer wrapped around my mean finger. I used him to help me bully a few other kids throughout the rest of the week. I even had him vandalize the principal's car for me, but I wanted him to fall a little further from grace..
Most of the cafeteria snickered quietly behind the officer's back. I put him in another trance that morning, telling him that his new responsibilities as campus security was to "Mop up the messes before anyone else can."
He spent all day running around the hallways with a mop and bucket. During lunch, I knocked the food out of everyone's hands and enjoyed watching him crawl behind as he struggled to keep up with each new mess.
By the end of the day, a few of the more outgoing football jocks had joined in on teasing the man.
"Yo, officer," the athlete chuckled, as he poured a soda out onto the floor.
"Yes, sir?"
I have him calling everyone 'sir,' now. He's basically lower than everyone on the totem pole now. Even still, I thought he could drop lower...
After a quick discussion with the police chief, I had him fired from the department. Don't worry though! I got him a job as a janitor at the school. He works for free, but at least he's got something to do all day.
Using the hypnotic pendant, I essentially took over his life. I had the police chief hire me in the cop's place. I moved into the man's lovely home, and acquainted myself with his beautiful wife. After, introducing her to my glowing necklace, she quickly realized that I was a million times better than her disgusting husband.
He still sees her every once in awhile when he comes over to clean the place, but he's not allowed to speak to women anymore. She only talks to him when she's criticizing his janitorial capabilities, anyway.
I've got to say that I'm a much better officer than that annoying prick ever was. At least, I have a lot more fun using the uniform than he ever did. Call me sadistic, but I'm still thinking of ways to bring the guy down a peg...
Running into the officer that I had put under my control a few months prior wasn't on my agenda today, but that didn't mean I couldn't have some fun with him.
All it took was for me to pass by him and his partner on my way to throw away my trash and to say his trigger word to put him back under. His programming would tell him to seek me out, he would find me in the bathroom where I would give him instructions to come back to my place after his shift.
"Yes, Sir," he murmurs before I dismiss him. I smile as I get the chance to see his beautiful bubble butt framed in his uniform pants, knowing full well that underneath those emerald green pants, he was wearing a lace jockstrap.
For over a year now, I've been running a photography business in a small town, but nobody knew it was just a cover-up for my mischievous games.
I've always been into hypnosis, especially when it meant bringing big guys under my control. I discovered that, under the right circumstances, anyone can fall victim to hypnosis. For me, I stumbled across a very interesting combination.
I was doing my research when I came across the use of light, smell, and sound to make someone a willful puppet, a mere plaything. A single light, scent, or sound alone won't be enough for most men to go under, but the correct mixture of all of them is pure blissful ecstacy.
I prepared my entire studio to fulfill my deepest wishes, and the whole setup was perfect. I had multiple ring lights, reflectors, strobe lights, and softboxes, all of them placed in a way to cover the entire stage in a warm, engulfing light. I made sure to let them flicker just barely, unseen for most unknowing eyes. It will exhaust the victim's mind and eyes, just what I need.
Of course, I created my own playlist of songs, mostly with ordinary background sounds, similar to elevator music, but I hid messages deep within the rhythm to subconsciously invade any unsuspecting minds.
To complete the setup, I placed a few candles here and there; I made them myself, using special ingredients that, when burned, act as some sort of aphrodisiac. A horny mind is a willing mind, and especially men are easily subjected to that method.
Just perfect, and the studio was operating for months without anyone suspecting a thing. Of course, I didn't just take control over anyone—just the beautiful ones, the ones that made me cry just by looking at them.
One day, however, I couldn't believe my eyes when I got an inquiry from the local sheriff department. They wanted to send an officer to a photoshoot for some sort of promotional material, but I didn't care. I was so excited that I didn't let that opportunity slip away. They just told me his name, Officer Romero. I had seen him around and heard his name. He was indeed a handsome man.
I prepared the entire studio and made sure everything was working perfectly fine when the doorbell rang. My heart was already racing so fast, and I could barely breathe steadily. I took several deep breaths before I opened the door. It got even worse when I looked into the cop's beautiful face.
"Officer Romero." I said I was reaching for his hand. "Right on time." He smiled and shook my hand.
"Of course." The officer said it in a deep, manly voice, which sent shivers down my spine. He looked so good in his uniform as well—so tight and thick, just the way I like them.
"Why don't you come in?" I motioned for him to enter my studio, which he did without hesitation. Getting a good look at his arse filling his pants, I quietly locked the door before following him closely.
"That's a nice studio." He growled deeply, taking a look around the main room. The music was already playing softly in the background, and even I smelled the faint scent of herbs hovering in the air all around us, but he didn't seem to mind it.
"Thank you." I nodded politely. "I hope I'm not disrupting your shift, officer."
He caught me staring at his uniform again, but he just let out a soft chuckle. "No, no. It's my day off, actually." He said, and his voice sounded so smooth, making my dick hard.
I just noticed he was carrying a bag right then. "I'm hitting the gym right after this shoot; I brought my gym gear too." The officer smiled contently, causing me to mirror him right away.
"Sounds good to me." I tilted my head and told him to put the bag to the side and to step onto the little stage I had prepared for him. I enjoyed watching him walk around in his uniform, as he was looking so fucking hot.
He got in position, struck a pose, and waited for me to take the first pictures. I saw him running both of his hands across his chest and waist, straightening his unfiorm shirt, and subconsciously checking if his pants were sitting okay.
At the same time, he kept touching his nose, running a hand through his light stubble, his hair, and down his neck. Was he nervous? Or was my setup already showing some effect on him?
"Are you ready?" I said as I turned on all the lights at the same time.
"Ugh." He groaned under his breath, slightly flinching at the barrage of light hitting his face. "I think so." Officer Romero's deep voice filled the room, causing my dick to pulsate softly.
"I hope it's not too bright." I knew it was way too much for simple pictures, but most people don't want to bother a professional.
"No, it's fine." The cop struck a pose again and struggled to keep his eyes focused.
I pressed my favorite button, the trigger of my camera. A light even brighter than all those lights around us. Luckily, I wasn't on the receiving end of this.
*Flash*
"Looking good," I said loudly, pressing another button so the lights dim yet start to flicker slightly.
Romero was way more comfortable with that setup, just as I hoped.
"How are you feeling, officer?" I hesitated for a moment when I noticed he was struggling to loosen up a little.
"I'm just nervous." He chuckled again with that deep voice. "I am sorry." The cop shrugged, and I saw his face blushing slightly.
"That's all good. It happens to the best of us." I nodded comfortingly. "Just breathe deeply; try to relax."
Right away, he did as I told him, taking one deep breath after another, taking in more and more of that alluring smell filling the air.
After a few more seconds, I noticed a steady shift in his posture. The more breaths he took, the more comfortable he became.
"Very good. Just keep breathing, but don't forget to smile." I chuckled as well, preparing to take yet another picture.
*Flash*
"That one was good." I licked my lips in anticipation; I knew that my setup was working perfectly fine.
Officer Romero was becoming more comfortable, kept breathing deeply, and looked right into the warm light.
"This feels good." He purred happily, stroking his own chest again before grabbing his own member through his pants. I could tell he wasn't paying attention to this; it was purely instinctive.
"Doesn't it?" I said I watched him stroking himself once, then twice, before striking another pose.
"Am I doing good?" He chuckled when I pulled the trigger again.
*Flash*
"You're doing so well, Officer. You're a natural." I smiled, enjoying seeing him open up more and more. At one point, he slightly started swaying, unable to take a firm stand—an indicator that he was ready for the next step.
"Can you hear me, Officer?" I watched him through the lens of my camera as his eyes unfocused for a second, his body kept swaying, and he let his hands run all over his upper body, his crotch, waist, and ass.
"Yes." He smiled derpily and tried to regain his composure by holding his hands in front of his chest.
*Flash*
"Good." I said it in a serious tone. "Now listen to me." With the press of a button, all the lights started to turn color, rhythmically to the sound of the music playing in the background.
His eyes widened, and he looked at me, waiting for any further commands.
"I want you to listen to me, breathe, and just breathe. Relax. It's so easy to just let me handle this, okay?" I watched his eyes roll back for a second; he was hooked on my voice already.
Officer Romero opened his mouth, but a single deep moan was the only thing escaping his lips at this point.
"Just look at these beautiful lights, how they spin around, all those colors." His eyes were unfocused again.
"Listen to my voice and the music and forget about your own thoughts. You don't need them right now."
The cop moaned again, touching his now visibly tenting cock through his tight pants.
"Take in more of that delicious scent; it will help you relax and be mine."
I watched him take several deep breaths, and a low guttural moan left his lips before he just smiled.
*Flash*
I was already leaking while watching him through the camera, but I needed to see if it worked.
So I turned off the lights and saw him standing there, swaying slightly, while he wasn't looking at anything in particular.
I approached him, reached for his muscular chest, and placed a hand on his badge.
"Can you hear me, Officer?" I whispered, and his posture shifted again. His body was reacting to the sound of my voice, twitching once he heard it.
"Yess." He moaned again.
"Very good boy." I stroked his firm chest again and again, causing him to smile contently. "You're a big boy, aren't you?" I chuckled, but he just growled in response.
"I want you to listen to me, Officer Romero." I pulled him into a tight embrace, one hand around his thick neck, the other stroking his chest and tummy through his soft clothes.
"I want you to be mine, my personal cop." I breathed into his ear. "You want it too, don't you?" The officer groaned in agreement, giving in to my embrace.
He was so heavy, so thick, and so beautiful.
"Very good. Now stand tall." Separating myself from him, I watched him regain his composure. He immediately struck that usual pose: arms behind his back, chin up, and a straight chest.
His handsome face was blank, his eyes unfocused and foggy, yet still so beautiful. The training really showed, and I couldn't help but touch his upper body, his pecs, and his arms firmly. It felt so good to feel his muscles bulge, causing the unfirom to become even tighter around his well-formed body.
Biting my lip I grabbed my own tenting cock—oh, how much I wanted to get sucked off by the handsome cop. But first things first.
"Flex for me." I grabbed the camera again and took another picture, this one, for my personal collection. Officer Romero lifted one arm after another, causing his biceps to bulge firmly—fuck, so hot.
*Flash*
I moaned quietly at the sight of this man following all of my orders. Shaking my head in disbelief, I approached him again. "Stop flexing." I motioned for him to lower his arms, and he did.
I walked around him, appreciating his body some more. My hands encompassed his entire body, his broad back, his thick ass, and his thighs—so beefy, so good.
I had to hold back several moans, but I managed to behave myself.
Now standing in front of him again, I caressed his cheek—his skin was so soft—and let my fingers brush through his light beard, across his soft lips, and along his firm jawline.
"I'm so happy it was you." I breathed against his lips before I pulled him into that tight embrace again.
"Listen." I stroked his tummy now, firmly and lovingly. "I want you; I need you to be mine."
Officer Romero moaned into my ear and down my neck, making me leak some more.
"I want you to focus on me, on my hand." I said as I let my hand run further down his body, right to his member bulging inside his uniform.
I grabbed him firmly, letting the palm of my hand rub against his thick cock.
"Get hard for me, boy, harder than ever before." I whispered into him, causing him to growl deeply.
His breathing intensified slowly, and his entire body tensed more and more. He was truly concentrating every fiber of his body to get hard—a sensational feeling.
As his cock grew harder, pressing against his pants and my hand, I smirked.
"Now, when I tell you to, you will release all that pressure building up inside your body, and with that, you will be mine, and mine alone."
"Yess." Officer Romero started to grind his hips against my hand, anticipating the coming release.
"Now." I breathed deeply, and with that, I felt his cock shooting multiple massive loads of his precious cum right against the palm of my hand. Letting out a long, guttural groan, causing his deep voice to break slightly, he leaned his head back, embracing this moment of pure blissful satisfaction.
More and more shots left the tip of his huge cock until he ran dry. Even then, he kept thrusting again and again. His mind was empty; all he could think of was cumming, letting go, and becoming a mindless, obedient toy.
I myself was breathing quickly, as I felt the same satisfaction as he did. I just came into my pants as well, and it felt so good.
In one swift motion, I unbuttoned his pants and slid my hand inside to fondle his member for a little while. He kept purring the more I touched him. His cock was sticky, so hard and thick—I pulled it out of his trousers and took a good look at it—so huge.
"Look at me." I placed a hand around his neck, forcing him to look at me. Officer Romero was struggling to keep a straight face; his eyes were vacant; he was drooling, but that made him even more handsome.
"You did so good, Officer." I licked my lips again while stroking him—all of him—again.
He purred happily and enjoyed my loving touch as well. I started to unbutton his shirt now too, exposing an even tighter shirt underneath. Even though the outline of his abs was visible.
"Listen. Anytime you see the flash of my camera, you will go deeper and back into this state again. Do you understand?" I ran my hand across his tummy, cueing him to growl like a dog.
"Yes." He said it with his usually manly voice, now dull.
"Good. Now. When I tell you to, you will come back to yourself. You won't remember anything that happened while you were under. The conditioning will be the only thing that stays hidden inside your mind. Understood?" I said as I fixed his uniform shirt.
The cop nods in agreement.
"You won't be bothered by your stained clothes; instead, you will be as comfortable as before." Licking my lips, I tucked his thick cock back into his briefs and pants, but it was still incredibly visible that he was so hard.
Officer Romero consciously touches himself once I button up his uniform pants before he regains his composure. "Yes." He growled.
I walked back to my spot, turned the lights back on—the white ones—and watched him through the lens of my camera.
"Welcome back, Officer," I said firmly, and right away, I noticed the shift in his posture again.
His eyes focused, he blinked several times, and he straightened his back. Insticnteviely, he ran a hand across his chest, his tummy, and his crotch, but he didn't seem bothered at all.
"Sorry, did you say something?" A little confused, he tried to look at me through the bright light.
"I think we're done." I said, turning the lights off.
With a soft smile on his lips, he approached me, one hand on his chest and the other on his gun belt.
With every trigger, my camera took a dozen pictures, and I just showed him the first ones—good pictures, enough for their plans.
"Brilliant." The cop spoke back with his manly, deep voice, but I couldn't help but admire his body while he was standing right next to me.
"Good. I will edit them and send them over."I smiled politely, and he smiled brightly.
"Sounds good to me." He didn't even realize he was touching himself through his slightly wet uniform pants. I love messing with people's minds, especially the hot ones.
Before he left, we exchanged numbers—for business purposes, of course—and he grabbed his gym back.
I always thought he looked so handsome in his suits and always wonderd what was under it! So when i learned to possess people I knew who my first victim would be. I followed him to the bathroom and made sure we were alone. When in knew it was just the 2 of us in de bathroom i tranformed into my ghost form and flew right into his mouth. He moaned like a fucking twink while i entered his body and took full controll. I still cant believe i'm in his body! His suits feel so great around his dad body. And his dick is so huge it feels great to jerk off in his body. What are i even saying its now my body and it feels fucking great!
Officer Johnson was a cop’s cop. Over 10 years on the force, trainer, SWAT, impeccable record and admired by his fellow officers. The DA’s office barely prepped him for his testimony for the very important trial. He was the lone witness. Everything was going great with his testimony until the defense counsel used his “trigger phrase.” Suddenly, Officer Johnson lost his confidence on the stand and the defense pounded away at him - his record, his honesty. Johnson crumpled on the stand. The defendant smirked. The jury decided “not guilty” by the end of the day. That night, as Johnson sat in his home, still in his uniform (he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t changed), he answered the doorbell to find the defendant standing there, smirking and heard his trigger again. “Invite me in, Officer Johnson.”
(hope its ok to continue the story)
Officer Johnson suddenly freezes as his mind goes blank, the only thing left being to obey the man before him.
“Please, Sir, come in,” he says in a monotone, almost robotic, tone of voice as he steps aside. the defendant grins wider and steps into the house, closing the door behind himself. He makes his way into the living room, the officer following after him.
“Kneel,” the defendant orders the cop. Immediately officer Johnson falls to his knees before the other man and looks up with innocent and wide eyes.
“You forgot yourself today, officer,” the defendant sighs. “Didn’t you realize that if you put me in jail, you would be unable to have my cock?”
Shock and fear suddenly shoot through all of Johnson’s body. “I-Im sorry, Sir…I didn’t…I didn’t realize…please..please don’t take away your cock! I need it.”
“And why do you need it?” the defendant asks with a smile.
“Because its the cock that helped me realize that I’m nothing but a whore…I’m a filthy cock slut, and I need your cock, sir…please don’t take it away, I can be better, I’ll behave for you.”
“Prove it,” The defendant smirks as he reaches down to take his impressive cock out of his pants. “Why don’t you show me just how much you love this cock.”
“Yes, Sir,” Johnson says before leaning forward to wraps his lips around the man who has conquered him mind, body, and soul’s cock.
The defendant groans and reaches out to place his hand on the back of the officer’s head, guiding his face lower to take his cock further into his throat until the mind fucked cop is gagging and struggling to breath. He lets this happen for a moment longer before releasing him.
Officer Johnson falls away and gasps for breath, his face is covered in his saliva and his face is red from exertion.
“Alright, I believe you, but I still have plans for you…its time we finish your training and turn you into my proper Cop Bitch.”
Officer Johnson takes another breath before pushing himself to all fours. he crawls over and prostrates himself at the man’s feet, his lips touching the defendant’s shoes. “Please, Sir, take me over…make me your bitch, I want nothing more than to belong to you.”
I always thought he looked so handsome in his suits and always wonderd what was under it! So when i learned to possess people I knew who my first victim would be. I followed him to the bathroom and made sure we were alone. When in knew it was just the 2 of us in de bathroom i tranformed into my ghost form and flew right into his mouth. He moaned like a fucking twink while i entered his body and took full controll. I still cant believe i'm in his body! His suits feel so great around his dad body. And his dick is so huge it feels great to jerk off in his body. What are i even saying its now my body and it feels fucking great!
