BeardySuits

A lover of bodysuit, possession and transformation stories. That, and all the husky men I can get my hands on, or in.

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Oiled Up: Daryl - Into the Fold

Part two of Daryl's story. Part one found here

I stepped into The Rusty Nail just after ten, the bar’s low lights wrapping around me like an old friend. Frank’s body moved with that easy, heavy confidence I was still getting used to. Broad shoulders rolling, belly leading the way, thick thighs rubbing together in the tight jeans. Underneath it all, the cum-soaked wrestling singlet clung to my stolen skin like a filthy secret, the spandex still tacky and warm from my load, every step making it squelch softly against my heavy balls and the thick shaft that kept half-hard just from the constant rub. The place was half-full, mostly blue-collar guys nursing pitchers after long shifts. I scanned the room and my new heart stuttered when I spotted him. Thomas. An old coworker of mine who left our job about 5 months ago.

He was even bigger than I remembered: 350lbs of soft, lonely fat, pale skin stretched tight over a massive gut that rested on his thighs, heavy tits straining the front of a faded black hoodie, thick thighs spilling over the barstool, and a round, bearded face that looked equal parts tired and hopeful under the neon glow. His eyes were downcast, swishing a cheap whiskey, one meaty hand wrapped around the glass like it was the only thing keeping him company. Perfect. I sauntered over, letting Frank’s deep voice rumble out low and friendly.

“Hey there, big guy. That seat taken?” Thomas looked up, startled, then did a slow double take at the burly, bearded construction body I was wearing. His cheeks flushed under the beard.

“Uh… no, man. All yours.” I slid onto the stool beside him, Frank’s belly brushing the bar edge, and ordered two beers. We started easy; small talk about the game on the TV, the weather, how the city was going to shit. But I could feel his eyes on me, flicking over my chest hair peeking from the open buttons, the way the black shirt stretched across my shoulders, the faint blue outline of the singlet underneath when I shifted. I let my knee press against his thick thigh under the bar, casual at first, then deliberate.

“You look like you could use some real company tonight,” I said, voice dropping to Frank’s gravelly register. “Not just the cheap stuff in that glass.” Thomas laughed, nervous, but his eyes lit up.

“Yeah? You offering, stranger?” I leaned in closer, letting him smell Frank’s natural musk mixed with the faint, sweet scent of leftover oil and dried cum seeping through the singlet.

“Name’s Frank. Live a couple blocks over. But… I ain’t exactly who you think I am.” His brow furrowed. I grinned behind the beard and dropped my voice even lower, letting a hint of my own familiar cadence bleed through, the one he’d recognize. “It’s me, Tommy. Daryl, from Curt & Russel.” His eyes went wide. The whiskey glass nearly slipped from his fingers.

“No fucking way…”I reached over, placed Frank’s big, calloused hand on his knee, and squeezed.

“Way. Found something real. Magic oil. Poured it all over my soft ass last night, slid head-first into my neighbor’s hole while he was out cold. Now I’m him. Every inch. Feel this?” I guided his hand under the table, letting him palm the thick, half-hard bulge straining the jeans—and the unmistakable slick, spandex-covered shape beneath. “That’s his cock. My cock now. And under the clothes? His kid’s wrestling singlet. Soaked in my load. Still warm.” Thomas’s breath hitched, his massive chest rising fast. I could see the front of his hoodie tenting already.

“Jesus Christ, Daryl… you actually did it. You’re… you’re wearing him like a fucking suit.” I nodded, slow and filthy, letting Frank’s beard brush his ear as I whispered every detail. Thomas was panting by the time I finished, his free hand discreetly adjusting the massive hard on trapped under his gut. Then the idea hit me. I pulled back just enough to look him dead in the eye, my stolen cock twitching at the thought.

“You’re still lonely, aren’t you? Wishing you could wear something young and tight and strong instead of… this.” I let my eyes drag over his huge, soft body with zero shame. I loved every pound of it, and I knew he did too in that twisted way we both got off on. Thomas swallowed hard.

“Every damn night.”I squeezed his knee again.

“I can help. Frank’s got a son. Jake. Eighteen. Lean, muscular wrestler. Comes back from a tournament tomorrow night. Tight ass, strong legs, smooth chest, cock that’s probably never been properly used. You slide into him the same way I did. Live in that jock. I’ll hold him down for you. We’ll make it slow. Filthy. You’ll feel every inch of his guts hugging you like a glove while I watch.”

His eyes were glassy with lust. “You’re serious.”

“Dead serious. I’ve still got the oil at Frank’s place. Brewed a fresh batch this morning just in case. He walks in the door tired from the meet, I offer him a ‘welcome home’ beer, same knockout stuff I used on his dad. You wait in the basement, oiled and ready. When he’s out, I strip him, lube his hole, you slide in. Then we both walk around in our new skins.”

Thomas was breathing like he’d run a mile. “Fuck… yes. God, yes. I want it. I want to feel what it’s like to be… tight. Strong. To have a body that turns heads instead of getting pitied.”

We spent the next hour at the bar hammering out the plan in hushed, dirty detail. I described Jake to him, 5'10, 185lbs of pure lean muscle, short brown hair, smooth skin, an ass like two firm melons from all the squats, a cock that I’d seen once by accident in the backyard (thick, cut, swinging heavy even soft). We decided I’d text him the second Jake pulled into the driveway. By the time we left the bar, my new cock was aching and Thomas was walking funny from how hard he was. I clapped him on his massive shoulder with Frank’s strong hand.

“Tomorrow night, Tommy. You’re gonna be so fucking beautiful inside that boy.” He grinned, shaky and hungry. I went home and jerked off twice more in the singlet just thinking about it, then crashed in Frank’s big bed, belly rising and falling under the sheets, already imagining the sounds Thomas would make when he finally got to stretch and fill and settle.

The next evening came slowly.Jake’s truck rumbled into the driveway right on schedule, just after eight. I was waiting on the porch in Frank’s body, a cold beer already in each hand.

“Hey, champ! Tough weekend?” He looked beat. Hair messy, duffel bag slung over one broad shoulder, wrestling hoodie clinging to his lean torso, gym shorts showing off those powerful legs.

“Yeah, Dad. Took second in my weight class, though. You shoulda seen the final match.”

I pulled him into a big, burly hug, letting him feel the solid weight of his father’s chest against him.

“Proud of you. Come on in, I decided you're ready for your first beer with your old man."

"For real?" Jasked, almost suspiciously. But he was too young and eager to get a drink to object. Jake took the beer, and chugged half of it in the kitchen while I made small talk about the tournament. The knockout powder worked fast on his young system. By the time we hit the living room he was swaying, eyes glassy.

“Dad… feel weird…”I caught him as his knees buckled, easing that tight wrestler body down onto the couch.

“Easy, son. Just relax.” Thomas was already coming up from the basement, completely naked, his enormous fat body glistening head-to-toe in thick golden oil. He looked obscene and gorgeous. Huge belly swaying, heavy tits bouncing, thick cock jutting out like a beer can, dripping pre and oil in long strings. His eyes locked on Jake’s unconscious form and he let out a low, needy groan.I stripped Jake fast, revealing the smooth, muscled eighteen-year-old underneath. Tight abs, hairless chest, a soft but thick cock nestled against heavy balls, and that perfect, pink hole winking between two firm glutes. I poured the rest of the oil straight down his crack, rubbing it in with Frank’s thick fingers until everything shone. Then I grabbed Jake’s wrists, pinning them above his head with one strong hand while I used my knee to spread his legs wide.

“He’s all yours, Tommy. Take your time. I want to watch every inch disappear into my boy.”

Thomas knelt between those spread thighs, oil-slick body trembling with anticipation. He pressed the fat, leaking head of his cock against Jake’s oiled hole and pushed. The stretch was immediate and filthy. Jake’s ring bloomed open around the massive girth, a long, wet squelch echoing as the first three inches sank inside. Thomas moaned loud, his huge belly resting on the boy’s abs as he fed more of himself in.

“Oh my god… so tight…” I watched, cock throbbing in my jeans, as Thomas’s thick shaft disappeared inch by slow, bulging inch. The outline of his cock was visible under Jake’s smooth skin, sliding deeper, pressing against the boy’s prostate until Jake’s soft dick twitched and started to harden against his own belly. Thomas kept going, his heavy balls popping through the stretched ring one after the other with wet, vulgar pops. Then his hips—his fat, soft ass—followed, the boy’s hole gaping and fluttering around the invasion until Thomas’s massive gut started to compress and slide inside.The bulge was grotesque and beautiful: Jake’s lean abs distending outward around Thomas’s enormous belly, the shape of it pushing up under the skin before smoothing out as more of the fat man fed in. Thomas’s heavy tits dragged along the boy’s chest as he sank deeper, nipples hard, breath coming in ragged gasps. I held Jake down tighter, feeling the boy’s body twitch and clench around my friend’s slow, relentless takeover.

“Fuck, Daryl… he’s swallowing me… every heavy inch…” Thomas groaned in that familiar voice, now raw with lust. His shoulders popped through next, stretching Jake’s hole to its absolute limit, golden oil and pre and ass-juice slicking everything in a shiny mess. Finally his head, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as the last of him slid home with a long, sucking slurp. All that remained were Tommy's legs as they got greedily slurped up.Jake’s hole closed tight around nothing, pink and glistening. It was like Jake was pregnant, a rotund figure squirming in his stomach, slowly spreading out across the remainder of his body.

I could make out the outlines of Tommy's arms as they fumbled aroudn in the darkness, finally finding their way into Jake's and taking place. His legs did the same, as he was putting on Jake like a pair of pants. Jake's stomach began to deflate as Tommy settled in. I could even see his pathetic little cock trying to find its way into its new shaft. I rubbed it a bit, making Thomas squirm, before helping guide his balls and cock into place. Jake's grew to its full 6 inches, red and glistening as they locked into place. Finally I could see Thomas's head pushing through Jake's neck, a bulbous figure which finally found its way to Jake's scalp.

Thomas flexed inside the new skin, and Jake’s body answered perfectly. The boy’s eyes opened, now burning with Thomas’s hungry gaze. He looked down at the lean, muscled chest, ran smooth, strong hands over tight abs, squeezed the thick, hard cock that was now his. “Holy… shit…” It was Jake’s voice, but the words, the groan, the filthy little laugh—that was all Thomas. “I’m him. I’m Jake!”

I released the wrists, grinning behind Frank’s beard as the new Jake sat up, flexing those wrestler arms, admiring the way the young body moved—light, powerful, every muscle responding instantly. The contrast was insane: my burly, belly-heavy Frank suit next to this tight, smooth eighteen-year-old skin suit that used to belong to my “son.” Thomas-in-Jake stood up on shaky new legs, cock still leaking, and pulled meinto a deep, hungry kiss. “Thank you,” he whispered against my beard, voice cracking with the boy’s timbre. “Now what.... dad?”I squeezed his firm ass with one big hand, feeling the oil-slick residue still inside. “Now we go upstairs. You put on that fresh singlet I saw in his room. We both get dressed like nothing happened. And then… we hit the town".

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Series: Oiled Up

Hey ya’ll, I’ve been thinking a lot lately and I want to focus on a series of stories with a similar premise to start off with. The idea comes from a favorite story of mine, Enrique’s Antics.

This series would focus on a passed along oil recipe which allows the user to slip into another person, taking them over like a skin suit. Out of all possession methods, this is the one which excites me the most, and I want to explore it as an anthology. For now, I would like to introduce the first one of these, Daryl’s story.

Daryl

I’d been watching Frank Harlan from my living room window for the better part of a year, my thick gut pressed against the sill while my cock throbbed in my sweatpants every time he stepped out to mow the lawn or haul groceries. He was everything I wasn’t on the outside—burly, solid, late fifties, with a heavy dad-bod belly that hung just right over his belt, thick arms corded from years of construction work, a salt-and-pepper beard that framed a square jaw, and a deep, rumbling voice that carried across the fence like gravel wrapped in velvet. His chest hair peeked out the top of every worn plaid shirt, and the way his jeans hugged the heavy bulge between his thighs made my mouth water. I was the chubby, quiet guy next door—soft all over, pale, smooth-skinned, with a belly that jiggled when I walked and had always made me ashamed of myself.

The favor had been simple: two weeks ago my car battery died in the driveway after getting home from my shit gas station job. Frank came over without being asked, flashlight in hand, and got me running again in ten minutes flat. He’d clapped me on the shoulder with that strong hand, grinned behind his beard, and said, “Anytime, neighbor. That’s what we’re here for.” I’d jerked off three times that night just replaying the weight of his palm on me.

Tonight I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I mixed the drink in my kitchen. Really it was just a bottle of bourbon I mixed with a ton of sleep medicine. Then I poured the magic oil into a wide-mouthed jar, the thick golden stuff already shimmering under the light, warm to the touch like it had a pulse of its own. I’d found the recipe in an old leather-bound book at a back-alley occult shop. I had passed it so many times on my way to work, but something almost mystical made me pull into the alley next to it, and be greeted by the mysterious merchant inside. He was almost eager to sell me the book at a discounted rate, and I could have sworn he licked his lips upon my purchase. I read through the book and found the description for this oil. Lather yourself up, and it was like you were clay, and could enter the body of any host of your choosing, given you had access to the proper opening. It seemed impossible and stupid to try, but my infatuation with Frank became too much for me to handle just fantasizing about anymore.

I knocked on Frank’s front door at 9:00 pm. He answered in a faded blacm T-shirt that stretched across his barrel chest and loose basketball shorts that did nothing to hide the heavy swing of his cock. His belly pushed the hem up just enough to show a strip of hairy skin.

“Hey, Daryl,” he rumbled, smiling. “What’s up?”

“Brought you a thank-you drink,” I said, holding up the bourbon. “For the jump-start. Figured you might be winding down after work.”

He laughed that low belly-laugh and took it. “You didn’t have to, but I won’t say no.” He took a long wiff, nostrils tantalized, then another. “Damn, that’s smooth. Come on in, I’ll grab us a couple of glasses”.

We sat in his living room for maybe fifteen minutes, talking about nothing. Weather, the neighbor down the street who kept parking on the grass. I watched the drug hit him in slow, perfect stages: his eyelids drooping, his words getting thicker, that strong body slumping deeper into the recliner until his head lolled back and his mouth fell open with a soft snore. His belly rose and fell, the front of his shorts tenting slightly from the way he was sprawled. Perfect.

My heart hammered as I locked the front door, killed the lights, and stripped right there in the living room. My own soft, heavy body spilled out. Pale belly, thick thighs, cock already half-hard and leaking. I unscrewed the jar of magic oil. It was warm, almost hot, and when I poured the first thick rope across my chest it felt like liquid sunlight. I rubbed it in slow, greedy circles, coating every inch of my skin until I glistened head to toe. The oil sank in, and for a moment I felt utterly ridiculous. But then I could feel a tingle ring through me. My skin shimmered gold, every roll and curve now impossibly glossy, frictionless, ready. My cock looked obscene, fat, dripping, sliding through my own oiled fist like it was made of warm glass.

Frank was still out cold. I knelt between his spread thighs, hooked my slick fingers into the waistband of his shorts, and peeled them down along with his boxers. His cock flopped out heavy and thick, half-hard even unconscious, nestled in a thick bush of dark, graying hair. His balls hung low and full. I dragged his shirt off next, revealing the full glory of his burly torso. Hairy chest, soft belly with a deep navel, strong arms, and the faint scars of old work injuries. I left him naked on the recliner, legs spread wide, that hairy ass exposed.

I poured the last of the oil straight onto his crack, watching it drip and shimmer over his hole. Then I climbed up, oiled body sliding against his like warm silk. I started feet-first because I wanted to feel every inch of him swallow me from the inside out. I pressed my toes against his pucker. It was tight at first, but the oil did its job; his ring stretched with a wet, obscene pop as my feet sank inside. The heat was immediate. Hot, velvety guts gripping me like a living glove. I groaned low, pushing deeper, my calves sliding in with a long, slow squelch. Frank’s belly bulged outward as my legs filled his intestines, the outline of my feet and shins visible under his skin like some obscene puppet.

“Oh fuck… yes…” I whispered, voice shaking with lust.

I kept going, inch by filthy inch. My thick thighs disappeared into him, stretching his hole impossibly wide, the golden oil mixing with the natural slick of his body until everything was a glistening mess. His cock twitched and started to harden against my oiled belly as I fed more of myself inside. When my hips reached his entrance I paused, grinding my fat, dripping cock against his taint for a moment, then shoved. My entire groin slid in with a wet, vulgar slurp, my balls popping through his ring one after the other. I could feel his prostate kissing the underside of my shaft as I kept pushing, my own heavy belly now compressing and sliding into his colon. The stretch was obscene, his abs distended grotesquely around the shape of my softer gut, then smoothed out as I settled deeper.

My chest went in next, nipples dragging along his inner walls, sending sparks through both of us. I had to tilt my head back, arms raised, as my shoulders popped through that ruined hole. The pressure was insane! Every muscle, every rib, every heartbeat of his body squeezing and massaging me like a second, hotter skin. I felt his lungs expand around my own chest, his heart thundering against my back. Finally my head , face-first into the slick heat. The world went dark and wet and perfect as his hole closed around my scalp with a final, lewd pop.

Then came the settling.

I flexed inside him, and his body answered like it was mine. My mind stayed completely me, but the flesh I wore was all Frank. I opened his eyes. Looked down at his thick, hairy chest rising and falling with my breath. Ran his big, calloused hands over his belly—my belly now—and felt the weight of it, the way it spilled just right. His cock—my cock—was rock-hard, veins pulsing, a fat bead of pre dripping from the slit. I squeezed it and groaned in his deep, gravelly voice. “Holy shit…”

I stood up slowly, feeling the new power in these legs, the way his heavy balls swung between my thighs, the way his ass, still slick with leftover oil and my own residue, clenched around nothing. I was taller, broader, stronger. The contrast made my stolen cock throb: my soft, chubby self now wrapped inside this burly, bearded, belly-heavy man.

I padded naked through his house, the floorboards creaking under his heavier weight, and climbed the stairs. His teenage son, Jake, was out for the weekend at a wrestling tournament, thank fuck, so the house was mine. I pushed open the door to Jake’s room and the smell of teenage sweat hit me. There, draped over the back of a chair, was the light grey wrestling singlet. I picked it up, feeling the slick, stretchy fabric between Frank’s thick fingers. My new cock jumped.

I stepped into it slowly, savoring every second. The spandex stretched obscenely over my new thighs, hugging the thick muscle and the soft give of the belly. I pulled it up over my hips, and the pouch cradled my heavy balls and throbbing cock like a second skin, the material already darkening where pre leaked through. The straps went over my broad shoulders, digging in just enough to make the chest hair puff out around them. The singlet was tight, designed for a lean eighteen-year-old wrestler, but on Frank’s burly frame it looked obscene: the fabric strained across my gut, outlining every roll, the leg holes riding high and framing the thick bulge and the curve of my ass. I turned in the mirror, admiring the way the singlet gleamed under the lamp, shiny with the faint residue of oil and sweat already seeping through.

I couldn’t wait.

I wrapped Frank’s big hand around the spandex-covered cock and started stroking, long, slow, filthy pulls. The material made wet, sticky sounds as it slid over the leaking head. I watched in the mirror: this burly, bearded dad in his son’s wrestling gear, belly pushing the fabric out, nipples hard against the straps. I imagined Jake’s teammates seeing me like this and the thought made me growl in Frank’s voice.

“Fuck… look at me… wearing your boy’s singlet while I wear you…” I pumped faster, hips rolling, the spandex creaking. My balls drew up tight. I came with a roar, thick, ropey spurts jetting straight into the pouch, soaking the dark blue fabric until it turned glossy and wet. I kept stroking through it, smearing the hot cum all over my stolen belly, across my chest, down my thighs, using it like extra lube so the singlet clung even tighter, translucent in places, reeking of Frank’s musk mixed with fresh seed.

I was panting, grinning behind the beard, when I finally stepped out of the room and headed to Frank’s closet. I rummaged until I found what I wanted: a tight black button-up shirt that would strain over the cum-stained singlet, and a pair of dark jeans that hugged the thick thighs and the still-leaking bulge. I left the top two buttons open so the hairy chest and the faint hint of the singlet underneath peeked through. No underwear, just the filthy, cum-smeared wrestling gear underneath everything, rubbing against me with every step.

I looked in the full-length mirror one last time: Frank Harlan, burly, bearded, belly-heavy, dressed like he was heading out for a beer—but underneath it all, his teenage son’s wrestling singlet was soaked with my load, and the man inside him, already planning who I was going to hit on at the bar downtown.

I grabbed Frank’s keys, felt the heavy swing of his cock against the cum-slick spandex, and stepped out into the night.

The real fun was just beginning.

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Bulking Up Pt 2

It's been 6 months since Ian and I switched places and I gotta say, it's paid off more than I could have anticipated. Financially, personally, and especially sexually.

Oh sure, stuffing myself and seeing each one of Ian's abs slowly recede back into his bulging gut was fun in the first month or so, but then I noticed his arms and chest losing their firmness and if I was sad to see those go, Ian was distraught. It was thoroughly enjoyable to come into work each day and see my old fat flab of a body seething with disdain as I came in with bigger and bigger suits. The more I bulked Ian's body out, the sexier I became. It was a trade off though. See I needed to get his body back in the gym. I wanted Ian to grow everywhere. Stomach, chest, arms, you name it. All Ian wanted to do was get back in his old body, so I made a deal with him. He shows me his work out routine and gets my old body to where I wanted it, I'd switch us back. I had no idea how to even do that of course at this point; the stone I had used last time completely disappeared after my first use and I'm not sure it even existed anymore. But, he didn't need to know that.

It was rough at first, finding the motivation to work out and bulk up properly, but after a while it became routine. Probably because this body already had so much muscle memory to it. What surprised me the most was that I came to really enjoy it. Well, what I certainly loved was slipping on one of the new jockstraps I got for Ian's body, a tight shirt that showed off his new gut, and skin tight booty shorts to show off his bulge. It only took one session in Ian's new wardrobe for guys to begin following me back to the locker room.

I started playing my usual role to them as a bottom, having Ian take their loads in the shower, being just loud enough so the other guys would know exactly what was going on and that I was open for business. But again, muscle memory. Soon enough I was the one grabbing the guy, turning him around and plunging my new veiny cock into them. Ian was always the one to take charge and be in control, and it didn't take long for me to find out why.

Work wise, things were great. I was moving up in the company, not just from my prior knowledge and experience, but the new confidence I had gained as Ian made me speak up for myself way more. That, and it made my cock twitch thinking of how humiliated Ian was now in my old body. I had gotten a raise, and was set to promote by the end of the year. That may of course be because of my new relationship with Mr. Galveston. Oh right, forgot to mention that fun bit of knowledge I picked up now that I was Ian.

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About three days after switching over, Mr. Galveston called me into his office. I of course started to shit bricks, thinking he was catching on that something was wrong with Ian and me. When I entered his office, he met me with an intense gaze.

"Ian," he called to me, putting down the scotch he swirled in his hand. I swallowed, trying to find my words.

"Mr. Galveston," I responded, and cleared my throat. "How may I assist you?"

He held his stare for a few minutes, analyzing me. Before the switch I would have spoken again to cut the quiet, but I had to think, what would Ian do here?

"You missed our meeting last night," Mr. Galveston finally said. Fuck, I was still getting used to figuring out Ian's schedule and had no idea of any of his meetings, especially with our boss.

"My apologies Mr. Galveston, I did not mean to miss it. I had a minor emergency occur and had to leave," I lied. Mr. Galveston gave me nothing to go off of in his response.

"Yes well, I hope you know this means you'll be working overtime to correct this error," he said. Okay, I can make this work.

"Of course sir, and it won't happen again. Is there anything else I can do for you?" Mr. Galveston picked up his scotch once more and swirled it, pondering. He set his arm down on his chair and uncrossed his legs. As he wasn't at his desk, but rather sitting on the upholstered chair, I couldn't help but immediately notice the bulge pressed again his navy pants. Holy shit, how did I never notice Mr. Galveston was packing such serious heat?

"There is actually," he said. "You can get started on your extra duties now." I paused, awaiting further instruction. I had only just figured out Ian's passwords this morning, I had no idea what other projects Mr. Galveston had him doing.

"Yes sir, of course. Where would you like for me to begin?" I asked him. He took a drink from his glass.

"You can start by getting into stance."

"Stance, sir?" I asked, completely confused. Mr. Galveston raised an eyebrow.

"Don't play dumb boy, we discussed it's not as cute as you think it is." Cute? What kind of talks did Ian and Mr. Galveston have?

"Your knees boy, your knees. Get on them." I was dumbstruck, frozen in place.

"Now," he commanded. It was like I was hypnotized. I moved without thinking and got on my knees, the creek of my slacks straining against my new plump ass as I got down. Mr. Galveston took his index finger and beckoned me forward. I went into autopilot and crawled towards him, my heart racing.

I had always been attracted to Mr. Galveston. Not just because of his demeanor, his strength, or that he held authority over me. No, it was because I knew he was fucking DILF and if I ever had the chance to worship him, I would make him beg for me at every moment he felt arousal.

I had made my way so close that my head was between his knees, my mouth just inches away from tasting that savory cock of his, which I had somehow grown even larger, straining the stiches of his pants. He held out a hand, motioning for me to stop. I could feel the heat of his crotch wafting across my face. It held a command of its own, a beckoning which set me into a trance. No other thoughts crossed my mind, only the irresistible urge to gorge.

Mr. Galveston took another drink from his scotch and cleared his throat. I looked up to him, seeing his eyes cast downward, the shadows cast from the dark room left him with onyx black eyes; empty voids which I felt I was falling into.

Without another word, he lifted his left leg, and cradled his calf against the back of my neck. He didn't move, just let me shiver with anticipation. He eventually relented, and pulled his leg towards him, pushing me forward until my face made contact with his bulge. It was heavenly. He had a musk to him that was a mix of manhood, woods, and fine class tailoring. I inhaled, filling my nostrils with his scent. He didn't acknowledge me at all, only letting me enjoy being with him.

I let my tongue slip out, brushing it against where I could feel his cock pulsating. He let go of my neck and grunted.

"Christ boy, no saliva on the Armani," he said. He set down his drink and stood up. I made room for him, still on my knees. Having him stand before me, I felt so small. I felt insignificant, hopeless, and completely at his disposal. He unbuckled his belt and with one swift motion, his pants dropped to his knees. Look at the floor, I had seen he had on a pair of nice silk boxers, stained with precum.

When I looked back up, I was face to face with a dripping, fat uncut cock. He flexed, his member bouncing and hitting my nose. I reached up, but he kicked my hand away.

"Mouth only boy," he ordered. I nodded, and opened wide, receiving him. The taste of his precum was a savory glaze before I tasted the rest of him. The aroma I had smelled before was potent now. It was like I had stepped foot into a gentleman's cabin, warm from a fire's glow after trudging through the snow splayed grounds. It was exuded wealth, class, masculinity, and I was quick to succumb to its allure.

I bobbed my head, Mr. Galveston no longer giving me orders. Instead, he went back to his drink. In his other hand, I saw him pull out his cell phone and begin to type on it. Emails? A text to his wife? Who fucking cares? He was working, but I was in heaven.

Despite the appearance of my previous body, I still knew how to worship a cock and make it relent to me. I do not know if Ian could work Mr. Galveston the way I could, but the few grunts his gave when I pushed my nose to the base of his shaft made me believe I was doing good work for him.

I pulled back to catch my breath, but Mr. Galveston was quick to stick his thumb into my mouth. I suckled on it, eager to have more of him in me. He took the rest of his hand and cradled my chin, pulling me up. He set his scotch down and turned me away from him.

"Desk," was all he said to me. I obeyed, feeling his heavy footsteps as he followed me. I stood before his desk, awaiting my next command. Instead, I felt his hand push against the back of my neck, bending me down. I gripped the edges of the desk as his hand traced down my spine to my lower back, and onto my ass.

I dared not to speak, afraid I would ruin the moment. I saw Mr. Galveston reach for his desk, and took his letter opener. What the fuck was he even going to do with that??

I didn't have to wait long for an answer, I felt the push of the blade against my ass, and heard the rip of fabric as he tore open the seat of my pants. The breeze was quick to hit me, as I had begun to change out Ian's underwear drawer with just jockstraps. Mr. Galveston for the first time, made an apparent sound of eagerness.

"Well Mr. Richards, seems like you're taking your job seriously," he cooed.

"My goal is to leave you satisfied with my work sir," I answered him. Mr. Galveston did not respond. Instead, I heard the sound of a hand being run against a tongue, and the coarse fingers brush against my hole. I shivered; this was the first time Ian's hole had been touched by a hand other than his own, and it was like it was aware of the fact. His had was placed in front of my face.

"Spit," he ordered. I did as he commanded, spitting a fat lob into his hand. He took it back, and lubed my hole with it, sliding his finger in. I moaned instinctively.

"Shut the fuck up," he told me, sticking a second finger in. I groaned, holding my mouth shut, but merciless to his touch. Before I could process any more, he slid his fingers out, only to replace them with the tip of his uncut cock.

I moaned out before I could think, to which Mr. Galveston grumbled. He pulled out, and after hearing some rustling, put his face up to mine. "I thought we worked this out already Mr. Richards. You keep fucking quiet, and nobody knows you're in here. Looks like we have to go back to our old tool of silence." He shoved his hand to my mouth, to which I recognized his tie in it.

He stuffed my mouth full, his tie muffling me. I bit into it, too aroused to do anything else. Mr. Galveston pulled back, and without a second word, shoved his cock back inside. He felt fucking amazing. I had been training Ian's hole the past couple of days using dildos I bought with his money. But this? This was just... ethereal.

Mr. Galveston eventually pushed his entire shaft into me, gripping at my shoulders for leverage. He began to pump, sliding back and forth, his cock perfectly curved to brush against my prostate with each thrust. He was a mature man with years of experience, he did not need any direction to do his job well.

I could feel my own cock begin to leak, precum filling the cup of my jock. My knuckles began to whiten as I gripped harder at the desk, trying to retain my composure.

The phone rang.

I shot a look over to it, angry that somebody would dare to interrupt us. Mr. Galveston didn't seem concerned however. He did reach out to the receiver and picked it up.

"This better be good, I'm in a meeting," he said, answering it. He did not break his rhythm once. In fact, his pace seemed to have quickened. He was quiet for some time.

"Williams doesn't concern me, he's bluffing. If he was going to switch to another firm, he would have more solid evidence of their offer. It's baseless, and you can tell him if he really want to play games, we always win." Mr. Galveston was silence once more, before end the call with a final, "Good, get to it", before hanging up.

He switched out the receiver in his hand with my hair, pulling it back as I groaned through the fabric of the tie. FUCK, I think he's about to make me cum! As if psychic, he leaned his head down and whispered in my ear.

"If you think of cumming before me, you're staying late on Friday," he growled. He let go of my hair and went back to work, grabbing at my hips and pushing deeper and deeper. He slipped out, leaving my hole gasping for more, before shoving all of himself back in. My eyes rolled into my head as he did this once more, then twice, then a third time.

"You can cum, here..." He moaned out, gripping one hand on my shoulder. "NOW!" he roared. I felt the familiar pulse of cum shoot into my ass. I could even count them; five, six, seven....

And again, he had commanded me, and my body obeyed. Without touching my cock once, I felt the euphoria of cum spray out, filling my jock. The filing of semen dripping down my leg and seeping into pants leg made me know it was the largest load I had ever blown.

Mr. Galveston pulled out, and I could feel his own cum drip from my hole. I rested my chest on the desk, unable to move, just panting, and not wanting the moment to end.

My legs were like, jelly, but I could see from the corner of my eye Mr. Galveston getting dressed. I didn't want to look a fool, so I stood up as well, my legs wobbling as I did so. When I turned to face him, he eyed my crotch. I looked down and saw the largest cum stain I had ever produced.

"Clean yourself Richards," he said. He went to a cabinet in the corner and pulled out a pair of pants, tossing them to me. I caught them and noticed they were the perfect size to fit Ian's frame. How many pairs of pants did Mr. Galveston run him through?

I took off my pants, and what cum hadn't stained my clothes dripped to the floor. Galveston threw me a handkerchief, not needing to give me the order to clean it up.

I knew I couldn't put the jockstrap back on and ruin the second pair, so I had decided to go commando for the day. I had put the jock on top of my ruined pants, but Mr. Galveston picked it up and put it away in the same cabinet he took the pants from. Was it a trophy to him? A keepsake for later? I wouldn't get an answer, at least not today.

"Now," Mr. Galveston said as we wrapped up. "I expect you to not miss any more of our appointments going forward. Follow your calendar boy." I nodded and adjusted my tie, which had become disarrayed.

"Yes sir," I said. He sat behind his desk and logged into his computer. I stood there a moment, not sure what I was waiting for. Mr. Galveston did not acknowledge me any further, so I left his office.

As soon as I opened the door, I became face to face with my old, well, face. Ian. He grabbed my arm and pulled me aside.

"What the fuck were you two doing in there?" he hissed. God, I looked so weird while I was angry. I had close to a unibrow, which while Ian was angry, furrowed to completion.

"Oh, just finding out just exactly you moved up so quickly," I told him, smirking.

He growled and pointed a finger at me.

"You tell anybody," he warned. I pushed it away, feeling great to know why Ian was so beloved and did so well now.

"Oh please, and get myself in trouble?" I said. "Besides, it was a pleasure to help Mr. Galveston." Ian turned red with rage.

"You motherfucker," he snarled at me. "We're finding a way to reverse this, NOW". I pretended to ponder the idea before shrugging.

"Or not," I said. Ian was about to go into a rage, when one of the temps walked by, forcing him to step down.

"This isn't a fucking game," he whispered. "This is my life, and you're living it up while I try to not get out of breath going up the fucking stairs. I mean jesus, what did you do to this body? Your tits are bigger than some of my exes'".

"I like to eat," I told him. "Chips, pizza... cock," I said, smirking. He grabbed my blazer and pulled me closer.

"Listen tubby, we're switching back before you do any more damage. I saw you eat a fucking footlong for lunch today. You're not going to ruin my body, my job, or my life."

"Well," I said, pulling his hands from me. "We'll see how that goes. For the meantime, I have to get back to work, and try to not leak any more of our boss's cum into my seat. Though it feels great in there," I said, smiling at him.

Ian was about to fight it seems, but I think he knew it was pointless. I was the beloved Ian Richards now, and he was just the weird fat intern. If he wanted my help, which he would never get, he would have to play nice.

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And that brings us to today. I was still regularly meeting with Mr. Galveston for "one-on-one" meetings. Though, he did have to start buying larger clothes to replace the ones he ruined. I don't think he minded though, he seemed to really enjoy our sessions more and more the bigger I got.

Ian even began to work my body out and thin it. Just think how much more dick I could have gotten if I stuck to his regimen. I wasn't concerned though, I still got plenty of men over to Ian's apartment.

Life was good, and I had no intention of making any changes anytime soon.

[bodythiefsblog]

Father-Son Bonding

Credits to vchris1989, the original writer of this story.

“Okay, son.  This will be the most important lesson of your life.  Today is the day I teach you what it truly means to be a man.  You’ve done so well learning our family’s ability, but now it’s time for you to see things from another perspective,” Marlin said to his son, Ben.  

“I think I’m ready, Dad.”

“Okay, son.  Remember what I taught you.  Close your eyes and relax.  Breathe deep.  Let your spirit separate from your body.  Let the sound of my voice grow faint…”

In just a few moments the two went limp and unconscious as their spirits peacefully lifted out of their bodies.  Seeing each other’s spirit forms, they immediately went to work to continue the family tradition as they drifted over to the house next door. 

“Dad…can you just leave me alone?  You’re always on my case about stuff,” Dylan said to his Father, Jeff, who was sitting across from him on his bed.  

“Son, I know we’ve grown apart since it’s just been the two of us, but I want you to know that I care about you, and that’s why I get so strict on you sometimes.”

“I just think you’re hard on me for little things that literally all the other seniors at Bell High do.”

“Look, Dylan, I don’t care if even the faculty at Bell High are doing pot.  No son of mine is going to get criss-crossed with that stuff,” Jeff responds sternly.  

“Dad…Things just haven’t been easy for me since you and mom split,” Dylan said before averting his gaze down to his bed. 

“Hey.  Dylan.  I know things haven’t been easy, and I know you’re a kid and you’re going to make mistakes.  I just hate feeling left out of the picture.  Maybe if you could do something so I’d feel less left out maybe then I’d be more inclined to keep your little secrets.  I mean, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t do my share of partying when I was your age.”

Marlin and Ben phased through the walls, watching the conversation between father and son before Ben started floating towards the unsuspecting Dylan.  But before he could get within swooping distance, his father’s astral form zoomed passed him and phased directly into Dylan’s chest. 

“nnnnnngggggggggggaaaaaaaahhhhhh,” Dylan groaned before gasping as the impact sent him falling down onto his back.

Ben watched, confused, as his classmate squirmed and writhed on the bed, wincing and gasping for breath as Marlin’s astral form flooded his teenage body and stole control. 

“Son!  Dylan!!!  WHat’s wrong?!” Jeff asked as he began shaking his seizing son.  “Oh my God!  911!  Where’s my damn phone?!” Jeff said as he frantically checked his pockets.  Right as he pulled the phone out, Marlin finished stealing Dylan’s body and sending the real boy into a state of stasis.  Dylan’s eyes flew open, his body calm now as he grinned and began to feel up and down his lean teen torso. 

“Weird being on the other side of tradition,” Dylan’s body says with a cheeky grin.

“Dylan!  You’re okay?  What was that?”

“Oh…ummm. ‘Dad,’ I just got a cold chill or something.”

“Son, that was definitely more than a cold chill!  Let’s get you to the ER,” Jeff says with concern. 

His son just smirks at him though. 

“You’re going to be a great vessel for my boy, Jeff.”

“Dylan, what are you talking about?”

“Ben!” Dylan’s body hollers out.  “This was the secret of the tradition.  You’re learning how to be a man and a father.  Do you get it now?”

“Dylan!  Who the hell are you talking to?  Did you hit your head earlier today?  Let’s get you to the ER,” Jeff says with confusion and concern. 

Ben is still watching, confused and feeling uneasy about his family’s tradition. 

“Ben, it’s time to learn what it means to be a man!  Take him.  Take him now!” Dylan’s body shouts right as Jeff starts to make his move, ready to grab his son and drag him into the car so he could visit the doctor.  But right as he grabbed the squirming and resisting Dylan, he felt a sharp pressure in his back as Ben zoomed right into the man’s back, disappearing and being absorbed in one energetic collision. 

“Urrrrrrgrgggggggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!! What is-?!  Unnnnggggggggggg!!!! FUCK!” Jeff howled as he collapsed onto his son’s body and writhed in discomfort. 

“The first time’s always the hardest, Ben.  You can take him though!  Push his mind into dormancy!” Dylan’s body exclaimed as he wrapped his arms and legs around Jeff and held him down against him. 

“Agggghhhhhhhh let me go, Dylan!!!  I-I-I- What’s happening to me?!  What the hell are you talking about?!” Jeff groaned as his squirming body tried to escape from his son’s grip. 

Dylan’s body pulled Jeff even closer, whispering intently into his ear, “Fill him.  Take him.  Flood every ounce of his body…”

“What are you-unngngggggggg why are you doing this, Dylan?” Jeff asked with a winced and agonized face.  “Dylan…”

Jeff’s entire body thrashed one last time before collapsing onto Dylan, breathing deeply as his mass and warmth pinned the grinning Dylan to the bed. 

“Son…Ben…you did it.  Wake up, ‘Dad.’  It’s time for the lesson to start.”

Jeff’s body grumbled gently as its new inhabitant, the teenage Ben, began to flutter his eyes open. 

“Glad you could wake up, Dad,” Dylan’s body said with a grin as Ben began to push himself up off the teenager beneath him, planting himself on his elbows and marveling at the mass and strength he now felt. 

“Dad?” Ben asked, gasping and putting a hand up to his throat as he heard the powerful and deep voice of Jeff projecting out of him.  It felt good to be bigger and older…more powerful.  It was like his new voice reverberated through Jeff’s muscles, vibrating from head to toe. 

“I’m not your Dad right now.  That’s the lesson.  It’s time for you to learn how to be a father that can satisfy and protect his boy.  My father did this for me just like his father did it for him and so on.  When you’re older and have a boy you’ll do the same, except you’ll be the one taking over the boy, the ultimate act of fatherly love as you let your son take you so he can learn what it means to be a man.” Marlin forced his host to say.

“This is just really weird, Da-I mean, son.  How does this teach me what being a man is about?” Ben asks with confusion as he looks down into Dylan’s twinkling eyes. 

“Well, Dad.  You’ll understand in time.  It’ll take us a couple of tries for you to fully get it.  I was asking the same questions, but once that moment of enlightenment hits you, it’s all gonna make sense…there’s nothing like seeding a boy’s hole with his father’s meat, Dad,” Dylan’s body says with a grin as he looks down, signalling that he can feel Jeff’s meat starting to swell up against his own crotch. 

“Why does this feel so right if it’s so wrong?” Jeff asked. 

“Like I said, I was in your position, Dad.  But it’s hard to break a good tradition.  Now come on, Daddy.  Make me feel good,” Dylan said with a grin as he began grinding his hips, sending electrifying friction between Jeff’s crotch and his own. 

“Ohhhhhhhh damnnnnn,” Jeff cooed as he felt his boy grinding against him.  His Daddy meat was being caressed by soft, cotton boxers and almost acting on instinct, he began to grind back against Dylan, using his more powerful body to take the lead and assert his dominance. 

“mmmmmmmmm yeah, Daddy.  You feel so good.  Your big strong body makes me feel so safe,” Dylan cooed as he wrapped his legs around his Dad’s firm butt and pulled the larger man against him, making both of them get lost deeper and deeper into the roles of the tradition. 

Jeff pulled his shirt off, showing off his powerful arms and chest.  Dylan smiled as he grabbed his Dad’s pecs in his two hands, squeezing those muscular mounds tight in his hands and squeezing those hard nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.  Jeff growled like a feral beast as his boy appreciated and worshiped his body. 

“Do you feel that Daddy?!  That’s the fatherly testosterone coursing through your veins.  Do you feel it making you want to dominate and protect me at the same time?” Dylan asked as he began fumbling with his own shirt. 

Jeff saw his struggling boy looking so cute as he fumbled with that thin cotton.  He felt the urge to help his son, so he grabbed the shirt at the collar and effortlessly ripped it in half.  Dylan beamed as he looked into his father’s eyes which were now bursting with ferocious love, devotion, and desire. 

“Wh-wh-what’s happening to me?” Jeff asked as he groaned before crawling on top of Dylan and laying down on top of him, shuddering as he felt their chests and abs smash together.  The way that smooth skin felt against his rough and hairy torso was intoxicating and made him start to grind their bodies with even more enthusiasm than earlier, being sure to get friction between their hard cocks, but also trying to feel as much warmth pass between their chests as possible. 

“It’s the tradition, Dad!  nnnnggggggggg You’re a fast learner!  mmmmmmm yeah keep doing that Daddy!  Fuck you’re so good at this!” Dylan gasped back as his Dad let all of his body weight pin him down and began to more forcefully thrust against his son’s leaner body. 

“I want to take you now! I-I-I want to seed you and breed you and make you feel safe and protected!!” Jeff blurted out as he stared down into the longing eyes of his son. 

“Then do it!” Dylan fired back as they both started struggling to break free from the shorts holding their throbbing cocks prisoner. 

Jeff kicked his shorts off his feet and was happy to give a helping hand to his boy who had his legs up in the air.  Jeff pulled those shorts up and over Dylan’s ankles before bringing the crotch part right up to his nose and huffing in that youthful musk. 

Dylan stared up with pride as his father rummaged through the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube, slicking up that thick meat and rubbing some around his tight, virgin boycunt.  Jeff teased his son, running circles around his son’s hungry hole with the head of his Daddy meat.  He circled closer and closer to that perky little rose bud until his cockhead was lined right up with the entrance, but he only put enough pressure to just barely stretch that tight hole. 

“nnnngggg Please, dad!  Don’t tease me like this!” Dylan begged as his breathing became gruff and he started squirming from anticipation, legs wrapped around his dad’s butt and desperately trying to pull him towards him.  Jeff’s body was far too strong though and he just chuckled as he felt his boy try to pull them together so he could get stretched and filled with some thick Daddy meat. 

Jeff finally decided to give his boy what he needed and began slowly pushing his powerful hips forward, stretching that hole wide as it clamped down so tight around his meat.  Dylan tossed his head back and winced as his hole finally stretched wide enough to take the head in. 

“Are you okay, son?  It’s pretty long, so you’ll get stretched out pretty deep inside,” Jeff asked with concern, pausing his entrance while Dylan caught his breath to answer. 

“K-k-k-keep going!” he whimpered.  “I wanna feel all of you inside me, Daddy!  Fill me up and stretch my tight boypussy!”

Jeff grinned as he began pushing again, sliding in another inch and shivering as he felt that tight boypussy squeezing so hard on his meat. 

“NNNNGGGG It’s so big, Dad!”

Jeff grunted as he slid another couple of inches inside.

“F-f-fuuuuuuuck, Dad!  Aggghhhhhh GOD does my tight boycunt make you feel good?!  nnnnggggggg Yeah gimme that meat!”

Jeff was overcome by lust as he thrusted his hips with all of his might, catching both of them off guard as he slammed the remaining inches into Dylan so hard that he lost his balance and collapsed onto the thrashing boy.

“UNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG OH MY FUCK, DAD!!!!! Shiiiiiiiiiiiit AGHHHH!!!!!!!!” Dylan howled as he tossed his head around and felt his Dad’s mass pinning him down.  He hadn’t been expecting that- to get filled so forcefully and rapidly, without a chance to adjust, but there was something so satisfying about the pain and the dominance. 

“Shit!  I’m so sorry, son!  I-”

“Just fuck me!” Dylan said with a half smile, half wince on his face as his teen meat dripped pre-cum from the excitement.

Jeff saw Dylan’s dick leaking and took that as a sign that everything was alright.  So he propped himself up and sighed with pride as Dylan grabbed his powerful pecs and massaged his nipples.  The powerful man groaned as he slid his meat out of his boy and used his powerful hips to slide back inside, gently and slowly feeling that warm velvet squeeze and massage his thick cock.  As he built up his rhythm he really started adding force from other muscle groups.  Jeff’s ass and thick thighs contracted with each thrust, and his built back and abs added enough ummffff to make his son know who was in control and who would be there to protect him. 

“ooohhhhhhhhhh Dad that’s so- nnngggggggggg- so good.  Kiss me!” Dylan gasped, making Jeff lean down for a quick peck before pulling back and resuming his rhythm.  It felt so good to have his boy rubbing those smooth hands all over his back and chest while he pumped him full.

“I just want to look at you, son.  This is perfect, seeing you like this,” Jeff said between grunts as he shivered from his boy’s touch as Dylan massaged his powerful arms and shoulders.  The sounds coming out of Dylan’s mouth were booming through the room and after a solid half hour of love-making, Jeff and his son were thrown over the edge. 

Jeff roared as he threw himself down and grabbed onto his son in a vice-like grip as he pumped and thrusted wildly into his boy’s tight cunt.  His boy’s hole was squeezing and milking his meat with so much force that he thought the load would get sucked right out of his dick.  And fuck!  The way Dylan was hugging him back, rubbing his back and drifting his hands down to his butt and pulling his Dad’s ass against him sent him over the edge. 

“AARRRGHHHHHHHHHHH I’M CUMMINGGGGG!!!!!!!” Jeff roared as he pumped load after load of his cum deep inside his son.  Dylan just squealed as he heard his Dad’s roars ringing in his ear and the satisfaction of being seeded by his Dad filled him with creamy warmth.  Without even touching his teen meat, Dylan whimpered loudly as he felt the cum travel from his balls to his prostate and finally to his pulsating cock. 

“Nnnnnnngggggggg Yeah Dad!!!!!! F-f-fuuuuucccccck me, Dad!” Dylan begged as his loads launched between his and his dad’s body.  Somehow Jeff was still pumping loads into his boy, growling in a primal frenzy as the orgasm kept going and going while he wildly thrusted every drop of his juices into his boy. 

With loud gasps for breath, they both loudly moaned out before collapsing, spent and exhausted from their passionate father-son fucking. 

Jeff was gasping for breath and dripping sweat onto Dylan, who was also sweaty, so sweaty that his hair was all matted up.  

“That….was incredible, Dad!” Jeff’s body said with astonishment as he looked into Dylan’s eyes with shock.

“That’s the power of tradition, Ben,” Dylan’s body knowingly responded.  “Did you feel yourself swept up in the urge to keep me safe?  Did you feel the power of fatherly love?  I was surprised how well you adjusted into the role.”

“I mean…I felt something.  It was powerful whatever I felt!” Ben said through Jeff.

“Well, we’ll keep doing this until I think your training is complete.  This is our family’s most sacred tradition, and I think you’re more than on the right track.  Now let’s get our neighbors cleaned up and head home.”

“Well, there’s no rush to get back right away, is there, son?” Ben asked with a coy smile.

“You know…You’re right, Dad.  We could go one more round before dinner time,” Dylan said with a wink and smirk as they started rubbing against one another, feeling the heat of lust and passion return.

[beardysuits]

Bulking Up pt 1

Ian, just the sight of him inspired conflicting emotions ranging from rage, to jealousy, to desire, to lust. Ian was the pretty boy of the office and the boss's favorite. He could literally do no wrong, and yet, I was probably the only one who knew what he was really like. See Ian and I went to college together and even participated in the same internship program. He and I also had to share the same job duties, schedule, and workload. Only Ian decided his time wasn't worth the work and decided it was up to me to do the work for both of us. Obviously initially I told him absolutely no way, but that all changed when he got some dirt on me.

Mr. Galveston was head of the law firm Ian and I worked at and if we were tasked with naming the first three words which came to mind when we though of him, it would be intimidating, big, and daddy. Despite running an entire firm and raising three kids, Mr. Galveston still seemed to have the time to run every morning and lift weights. It helped too that he was graced with the hairline of a 20-year old and the skin I'm sure he had to perform a ritual sacrifice to obtain. As you can imagine, I had spent many late nights fantasizing about him, he was prime spank bank material! Unfortunately those late nights alone were not enough for me and my stupid horny brain.

I may have definitely broken some HR guidelines. One day we had a meeting where Mr. Galveston had praised my latest work and it ended with a "good job son". My cock immediately got hard and I had to adjust myself as discreetly as possible. As soon as the meeting concluded, I had to excuse myself and run to the bathroom to pump one out. What I didn't realize is that Ian had followed me, peaked over the stall door and snapped a photo of me, hand gripping my cock and cumming all over the toilet bowl.

"Say cheese," he said to me. The cheeky bastard. I begged Ian not to tell anybody what I had done and he agreed, for a price. So, that was how I got stuck working later and later hours to get the work done for both of us, while Ian sat on his ass all day flirting with our female colleagues. And the worst part about it? If Ian in some weird twist of character told me to get on my knees and blow him, I would still say yes in a heartbeat. I mean, he was built like a god. 6 pack, veiny arms, pecs like an olympian. He was a fucking model and he knew it. Meanwhile there was me, pudgy, couldn't grow a beard to save my life, and just short enough for him to call me munchkin as he held his hand out for his work. I hated his guts.

It was a typical Tuesday night at the office and I had ordered myself a pizza, which I ate at my desk while wrapping up my work and about to start Ian's. I glanced at the clock. 6 PM. I should have been able to leave an hour ago, but got held up doing some data entry Ian was tasked with at noon. Now I still had a stack of papers for him to get started on. There was a rap of knuckles at front of my desk. I looked up to find Tabitha, the office kook. She was a nice enough woman, but she certainly didn't have too many people speak with her for a reason.

"Marty, what are you doing here so late?" she asked me. I swallowed my latest bite and cleared my throat.

"Just need to finish some things here and I'll be heading out. What about you?" I asked her. She sighed and twirled the medallion she always wore around her neck.

"Catching up from my vacation. Being gone a week lets things pile up. Oh, but what I wouldn't do to return to Europe in a second..." she droned on and on about her trip, which I had heard about three times already. But, she was also one of the few people to be genuinely kind to me, so I let her ramble while I set Ian's work aside.

"Oh and goodness! I almost forgot! How could I?" he said, startling me awake after I had zoned out. She pulled her purse forward and fished around in it before holding her closed hand out to me.

"I found this little beauty while I was out there. There's a small village out in the countryside which is said to be the ancient home of witches. I saw this and just thought of you," she said. She opened up her hand, and in her palm was... a rock.

It was a pretty rock, don't get me wrong. It shone and had shimmers of jade green crackling along it's flat surface. But again, it was a rock.

"Oh wow Tabitha that's... beautiful," I told her. She nodded, took my hand, and placed the rock in my palm.

"It's said to be a wishing stone. You hold it close to your heart, wish your deepest desire to it, and place it under your pillow. It's said those who are truly worth of their wish will have it come true."

I twirled the rock around in my hand before setting it on the desk.

"Thank you Tabitha, that's very sweet of you," I told her. I really was touched she thought so nicely of me.

"Well, make sure you have that wish be a good one. Maybe even get you out of here a little earlier next time," she said with a wink. "I have to go home to the cats though, you find your way out of here soon, okay?"

I waved her off as she went the door. I got back to Ian's paperwork, but found it hard to concentrate. The stone kept catching my attention. It was like it caught the light at every angle and shone its shimmering green gaze back at me. About an hour later, I gave up and left Ian's work half done.

Once I was home, I slumped on the couch and turned on some TV. I couldn't even focus on the most mindless of shows though. Every thought came back to the stone. I fished it out of my pocket and turned it through my fingers. Wish on the stone and it would come true, yeah right....

I could see my reflection in the window next to the couch and sighed. My glasses were askew and somehow I didn't notice. I adjusted them and saw a pudgy little geek, still in his work suit, too tired to even take it off. I pushed at my belly, which for the past few weeks kept pushing harder and hard to get out of this tight button down shirt. Sighing, I looked at the stone. Why not?

I wish... I wish I could have what Ian has.

Of course that's where my mind went. Ian had it all. Looks, charm, and now a little nerd doing all of his work for him. My eyes became incredibly heavy and it was like I got hit with a tranquilizer. No surprise, working late hours had become the norm. My hand slumped behind the couch cushion and not a second later, I slumped off to sleep.

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The ringing of my phone fluttered my eyes open. I grumbled trying to find it in the depths of the couch cushions. Eventually I found it stuck deep in the back. I held it up and turned off my alarm I had set. 6 am, perfect time to be awake. I tried to open my phone through half closed eyes. It had facial recognition, but the stupid thing couldn't catch on to my face. I retired a few times before it prompted me to put in the passcode. I fumbled with it some before finally getting in, and going over some emails. I stumbled off the couch and shuffled to the bathroom.

I had to find some Tylenol, I had a killer headache. I was just about to reach the bathroom when I felt something catch on my feet and force me down. I crashed to the ground and groaned. Fuck... what the fuck even happened? I turned around and saw my pants around my ankles. Or... wait what? I could see down my legs, which were half the size in girth, but twice the size in length. That's... a trick of the morning grog right?

I turned myself around to sit on the ground and looked my legs up and down. They were hairier than before, and the skin was taut with muscles spreading across the curvature of my calves. Holy shit what the fuck was going on? I panicked standing up, kicking off my pants in the process. Rushing to the bathroom, I threw the lights on and was met with Ian in the reflection!

Holy fuck!

I grabbed at my cheeks and pulled at them, which Ian mirrored perfectly in the reflection. Grabbing at my chest through the now oversized shirt, I patted myself, feeling a rock-hard torso in return. I gripped at the button and ripped it open, sending the buttons flying across the bathroom floor. I was met with Ian's muscles greeting me. Tracing my (Ian's?) fingers over them, I felt a shiver run down my spine. Oh my god, I was Ian! Almost instinctively, my fingers rubbed over his nipples and I could feel the same shiver race down my body.

I looked down and found Ian's cock flopping, not even attempting to be contained my XXL underwear that was at least three sizes too big now. My hand was trembling as I slipped the boxers down and found his veiny cock fly almost wildly.

It had just as many veins as his arms did and was almost as thick as them it felt like. I took my new hands and gripped the shaft, it felt so natural to be holding on to it. Even a couple of strokes in and I found out that Ian was quick to precum. My new cock was instantly lathered up as I slicked it back and forth, each pump making his cock feel even girthier somehow.

I laid one of his hands down on the bathroom counter and looked at myself. Ian was hunched over, stroking his cock and smiling mischievously at me.

"Oh fuck daddy, that feels so good," I said without even thinking. "Ohhhh... FUCK Mr. Galveston, pound my tight hole!" I yelled. I thrusted myself back and forth, fantasizing about my boss bucking my hips as he plowed his thick daddy dick deep into Ian.

"Harder! Faster! That's right sir, breed meeeeee," I begged. I bit my lip and made Ian look back at my pathetically. Oh if I could only get Mr. Galveston to ACTUALLY fuck my new hole, make me his little bitch. I pumped harder and harder, fucking my new hand. I could feel the cum build until eventually climax hit.

I let go of my cock and moaned as loud as I could, feeling Ian's cock spray his delicious cum all over the bathroom. It was like a fire hose was set loose, letting streams spray around the room. Each bit hit harder than the last. Eventually I was left standing in the bathroom, breathing heavily and watching as Ian tried to stand up straight after spraying his essence everywhere.

Once I got control of myself again, I peered into the mirror and saw through the drips of cum, Ian's face elated. I couldn't help but smile at my new face and body, now ready to take on the world. I stuck my tongue out and lapped at the cum which was beginning to run down the mirror's face. It tasted so fucking good, like pure masculinity was captured in a liquid state.

Watching Ian become my little lap dog at my bidding made me horny all over again. This was just me going solo, wait until I use my phone to download Grindr and see what fresh pieces of meat want a slice of Ian! Speaking of my phone, it started to rumble on the counter. I picked it up and my heart sank, it was Ian. I cleared my throat, trying to emulate my old voice before answering.

"Uhh.. he-hello?" I choked out.

"What did you do you son of a bitch?!" Pierced through the other line. I coughed again.

"Ian? What's going on?" I asked.

"Like you don't fucking know! What do you look like right now? Who the fuck are you?!"

I recognized the voice, it was mine! Oh shit, I didn't just become Ian, we swapped!

"Ian, I gotta come clean, I'm you," I told him. What was the point in hiding it?

"What. Did. You. DO!?" He screeched. Damn, was my voice always that high pitched? It was whiny and pathetic.

"First off, I didn't do anything! I just woke up and found myself like this. Secondly, calm down, we'll figure this out. Just... just get dressed and get to the office. We'll figure it out there, we need to act normal," I told him.

"Oh yeah fucking right! What the fuck am I supposed to wear? All I have here are my clothes and your fat fuck of a body sure as shit isn't going to fit in them!"

"I'm sure you'll figure it out," I said. "Listen, the sooner you get there, the sooner we figure this out. Better get dressed munchkin." Calling me by my old nickname felt empowering in some way. Before he could retaliate, I hung up the phone on him. Looking at myself back in the mirror and grinned back.

"Yeah, like I'd ever give this up," I said. But, I should probably get dressed and meet up with him. Looks like it's going to be a fun day. Now, let's see if I can find anything tight enough to show off this body.

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Piece of Jake

Logan has hated his body his entire life. Obese, gay, and a shut in have been a terrible combination for him. He decides becoming his sexy roommate Jake may be just what he needs to build up his confidence.

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I’ve had a crush on Jake for… well forever I guess. I guess that’s one of the perks of being a part of the same class every year since kindergarten; you get to see the cute boys become cute men. Then there was the downside of that, that anybody who bullied you from kindergarten will decide to do it until you graduate. They’ll do it for anything too; being gay, being fat, your race, your wealth. I was lucky enough to get 3 out of the 4 for about 12 years now. However, I’m ready for that to change.

See I was blessed with a fantastic combination of having a slow metabolism, and an anxiety which I decided to soothe with eating. The result has left me to be a 19 year old with a BMI of 42. And yeah, BMI is bullshit if you’re stacked with muscle, but I had the rolls and pudge to prove there was some truth to it. Combine this with the fact that I was more queer than a midnight premier of Rocky Horror, and I came out to be not the most popular guy in school. I thought that would all change once I went to college, but freshman year was hell. I essentially spent the entire time in my dorm room, locked up in the dark and playing video games. But, I guess it wasn’t all that bad.

See, back to Jake. Jake kept his status quo of being one of the top dogs from the ages of 5 to 18. Baseball star, debate captain, and voted “most likely to succeed” by our peers. Top all of that off that he was on of the few people who actually wasn’t a total ass to me, and you can see why I was head over heels for him. He was straight of course, and even if there was a touch of bisexuality in him, he would never be interested in me. Now color me surprised when I found out that not only were we going to the same college, but we got randomly assigned to be roommates in the dorms! I was astounded, it was like there really was an astral force looking out for me. 

So for almost the entirety of our freshman year, we chit chatted here and there, but Jake was almost never home. Instead, he was working to get himself into one of the fraternities and move into the house. While I was sad to not have as much time to admire Jake as I would like, that did give me the opportunity to go through his stuff. Mostly his closet. Jake wore the usual clothes you’d expect, hoodies, jerseys, wrangler jeans and the like. However, being that he was on the baseball team at the college, I found his stash of jockstraps he wore for practice. And good god, thank goodness laundry day was only once a week. The other 6 days I had a full time supply of used jocks to sniff and fantasize with. 

I even tried to put one of them on in a hormone-fueled rage, but my thighs were probably the same mass as his entire body, and I couldn’t get the damn thing on. The longer I admired Jake and saw him for who he was, the more my love for him grew. With that, so did my jealousy. Jake was everything I wanted. He was fit, cool, and could get any guy he wanted if he even batted an eye at them. My time alone did prove to give me an opportunity to do some research however. 

See, I’ve tried for a long, long, long time to get fit on my own. Watching my diet, exercise, starving myself. But, nothing would work. That’s when I started to look for more, creative solutions. I came across a blog hidden deep on the web which talked about taking another person’s form. Most of these seemed bogus, but I had to try. I found one eventually from a user, “Magic_Mann_720” who shared a potion, once which he claimed could turn anybody into a bodysuit. I was about to just toss it aside, but after looking at my desk and seeing the empty bag of McDonald’s staring back at me, I said fuck it. 

In all honesty, brewing a magic potion was easier than I assumed it would be, and after just a few short weeks of waiting for unusual supplies to arrive in the mail, I had a vial of the stuff at my whim. Now, who could I possibly give this to? No, not Jake. But also, maybe? Would that make me the worst person imaginable if I slipped this to him? He was one of the few good people I had come across, I couldn’t betray him like that. However, I saw one glimpse of his jock hanging from his hamper, and doubts crossed my mind. It was staring back at me, taunting me with how tight it fucking was. I had to wear it, and I only knew of one body it would perfectly fit. 

He was like clockwork, especially early in the morning when he made his preworkout and went off to the gym at 6 in the morning. I set my alarm for 5:50, just early enough to slip the potion into his drink before he woke up and set off. It was of course impossible to wake up so early in the morning, but somehow I managed to silence my alarm without waking Jake. 

I fumbled around in the dark and found his shake he made the night before. I had slept with the vial under my pillow, though I could barely sleep from the anticipation of my task today. Being careful to not wake him, I unscrewed the lid, dumped the contents of the vial into the jar, and shook it up. I had just laid back in my bed when his alarm woke him up. I kept my eyes closed, hoping to trick him into thinking I was asleep. I heard him stumble around the room, getting his bearings, getting dressed. I couldn’t resist popping one eye open to see his lithe frame as he found a tank and basketball shorts. 

He was already wearing boxers, but if my plan went accordingly, he never would wear such loose fitting underwear again. I heard him grab his shake, and my heart began to race. The pop of the lid went off, and I strained my ears to listen to him drain the contents quickly and quietly. The lid closed and just as I heard the doorknob turn, there was the sound of heavy stomps. I opened my eyes a bit wider to see Jake stumbling around, trying to get his bearings. 

“Hey… Logan?” Jake said weakly. I pretended to wake up and rose from bed, seeing him lean against his desk. 

“Jake? You okay?” I asked him. He turned his head to me, panting. 

“I d-don’t feel good man,” he said between breaths. “Get.. get help. Help.. me..” He slumped to the ground, and while I anticipated a loud thud as his jock body slammed to the ground, it was a soft thump, like that of clothes tossed to the ground. For a moment, I hesitated to creep any closer, afraid of what I would find. I mustered up the courage to turn on the bedside lamp and found a near horrifying site by the door. 

There on the ground was Jake, but he was flat as a pancake. He arms and legs stretched out, head deflated, and the clothes he was wearing were atop of him in a pile. I tiptoed to the body, already feeling regret in what I had done. Fuck why did I do this to him? Was I really so driven by my own lust I essentially just killed a good guy? 

My own footsteps were much heavier than Jakes, making the floorboards creek. I kicked at the body, the skin feeling as alive as ever, but made no movement of its own. I got on my knees, and with the tips of my fingers, grabbed Jake’s hair and pulled his head up. I was met with Jake’s face, his eyes now hollow sockets and mouth agape. I dropped the skin and scuttled back in fear. Fuck fuck fuck, it’s so god damn creepy! I took a few deep breaths and crawled on my hands and knees to the body once more. 

I tried to be more confident this time, grabbing him by his shoulders, and pulling him up as I struggled to stand. Jake was of similar height to me, so once I was fulling standing, I leaned the face to my mine, the tips of his toes still slumped on the floor. You know, it’s less creepy now. Jake was always a cutie, and even as a husk of himself he was irresistible. It was too late now, and while I felt bad about what I had done, I did it with a purpose. The issue now was, how the hell did I fit inside? Speaking of, would I fit at all?

I pulled at his cheek and found it to be rather elastic. My curiosity piqued, and I pulled at the corners of his mouth, which stretched at least a foot wide when I put some effort in. That gave me an idea. I quickly took off my shirt and briefs, catching my reflection in the standing mirror as I did so. God damn it, I was so fucking fat. My stomach hung out in front of me, almost covering my pathetic cock. Ass was as wide as trailer, neck rolls which made it seem like my head sat straight on my shoulders. Tits bigger than most girls I went to school with. This was my last chance to do something about it. 

I sat on my bed, laying Jake down in front of me like a pair of pants. Stepping one foot into Jake’s mouth, I stretched it further and further until my thick calves were encompassed by his lips. Grabbing at his chest, I pulled him further up my leg, already running out of breath as I did so. This was a workout on its own. I remember watching videos of guys slipping into wetsuits when I was a teenager, it was a slight fetish of mine. I loved seeing the neoprene cling to their slim figures. Those guys would go inch by inch yanking the suit further up them, so I went ahead and mirrored the practice. 

I found doing so actually made the process easier. Soon enough, my foot aligned with Jake’s. I shimmied his calves to match mine, but it was so incredibly tight. It was like my leg was vacuum sealed inside of him, crushing the fat around my leg down to match his. I began to pant, scared I was cutting off all circulation. I was so scared to look down and see something horrific, but shot a glance and was amazed by what I saw. There, my right leg was pristine. It was a mirror image of Jake’s which I had stared at so often when he wore shorts. I wiggled my toes, and Jake’s did the same motion. 

Kicking my leg around, the pain began to subside, and I could see up to my knee, it was like I had worked out my entire life. I could feel the beaming smile creep across my face as I stretched Jake’s mouth open wide again to shove my other foot inside. Now that I had some practice, my left leg was far easier to work with and soon enough, I had two sets of legs which were built from years of baseball practices and running. My thighs proved to be another issue entirely, practically twice the twice of my calves. 

I stood up from the bed, almost falling over from my balance being so off. Grabbing at Jake’s stomach, I jumped up and down a few times, his skin stretching and sliding over me with his lurch. My I stuck my hand down the inside of Jake’s mouth, the feeling of my now erect cock sliding against the inside of Jake. Although I wasn’t generously endowed, it still hurt to have it crushed inside of him. I found Jake’s cock, and while deflated, certainly overshadowed mine in length and girth. With one hand on the outside, and the other inside, I guided mine into his like a sheath. 

It was the most orgasmic feeling I had ever experienced. Jake’s cock went from looking like a flattened worm, to coming to full erection. He was at least seven inches long, and despite mine being half the size, somehow felt like it was filled entirely. It was beet red from anticipation, and while I wanted to cum right here and now, I had to finish what I started. I turned to the mirror once more, and was shocked by what I saw. From the waist up, I was still fat fuck Logan, but from the lower half, I was built like a god damn star. My new cock swung side to side, stiff as a board, and my ass, while squeezed in like a sausage, now was as perky as if I squatted 300 lbs. I turned and slapped Jake’s ass, watching as the taut skin slapped me back. All hints of cellulite gone. 

Finally was the part I was most afraid of, my stomach. It hung over the edge of Jake’s body, the flap of my stomach going over Jake’s lips. I sucked it in, which did practically nothing. Taking one of my arms, I pushed it as far in as I could, and used my other hand to pull the lips of Jake’s mouth up. I groaned in pain, feeling like a rubber band was squishing me in and threatening to cut me in half. Somehow though, his head moved up and moved. It was by inches and incredibly painful. Once I reached my belly button, I found a system to make it easier. Moving him up further and further, I finally reached my chest before I had to fall onto the bed. 

I was breathing heavier than ever, and drenched in sweat from what was left of my original body. I felt Jake’s, and he was as dry as ever, as he would never be worn out from such a task. I counted down from ten and hoisted myself up, catching my sight in the mirror. My moobs hung over Jake’s torso, but it was like I was wearing a skin corset. I rubbed my had over my new stomach, feeling how flat it was. In fact, I would even see the beginnings of a six pack bulging out. It was surreal, I don’t think I’ve been this thing since… ever. I took a deep breath and worked to shove each of my tits down Jake’s mouth. 

Each of them was a chore on their own, but eventually, all that was left were my arms and head. I don’t know how that would work, but if I made it this far, it was certainly possible. It would be tough as I would lose an arm at a time trying to slide them in. Taking my right one first, I wriggled my fingers inside, pushing them down Jake’s like a skin tight glove. With each inch my fingers slid in, it was easier and easier as I gained Jake’s strength. Eventually, the fingers found their way into his. I pulled at his bicep, as stretchy as the rest of him, and snapped it into place, enclosing my arm. 

I rushed to do the same with my left and with my newfound strength, found this section to be the easiest. I was almost done. Jake’s lips were around my neck, and I had to use his fingers to make sure he didn’t choke me. I glanced at the mirror, and found Jake with my head. I turned my body around, admiring his form. I had taken several sneaky glances at him as he changed, but to have full autonomy, to see his tattoo on his thigh, the way his veins popped in his hands, the curvature of his muscles, it was like I was being treated to a feast. 

“Goodbye Logan,” I told myself. I don’t know if I would come back from this. Or, if I would even want to. I took a deep breath and shimmied his head up my own. The same tight sensation took over my entire headspace and it was like a migraine hit me. Using my hands, I smushed my face around, placing my nose into his, eyes, lips. I fluttered my eyelids and had to refocus my vision. Going to the mirror was a picture perfect reflection of Jake. 

“Holy shit,” I said. Oh fuck, that was still my voice. I guess that wouldn’t have changed. I don’t know how I could pull off Jake’s voice, but I would have to practice it. I looked at the corner of my mouth, seeing my original lips peak through Jake’s. I took a finger, stretching and pulling it into place.

There, I was Jake. Fuck I was Jake! I laughed and rubbed my arms across my body, watching as Jake did it in the mirror. 

I spent a good ten minutes trying different poses and watching as Jake bent to my will. Sniffing his pits, making funny faces, bending over and showing off my new hole to myself. That last one sent me over the edge and I knew I had to blow off the steam which had built up. I sat on the bed and hoisted my legs up, cradling the back of my knees in my hands. I could never have even thought about attempting that in my old body, but as Jake, I felt so lithe. My smile was beaming in between my legs as I puckered my hole. I had to see what this looked like. I wanted to see Jake be pathetic now. I twisted my face to match that of so many porn actors I had watched alone in this room. 

“Ohhhh… oh fuck me daddy,” I said, begging, watching Jake’s eyes as they wished desperately for a fat cock to fill him up. I split into my hand and began to pump my new cock, already slick and slimy from precum. I stuck a finger in my mouth and wet it before sliding it over my hole and slicking it up. I had plenty of experience playing with my old hole, but I always struggled to get my arm in a position to really get deep in. Jake didn’t have that problem though. I started to finger fuck myself, watching as Jake became his own bitch. 

“Oh fuck daddy, fuck me. Fuck me!” I yelled, the point of climax racing through my cock before I could even react. Laces of cum shot out and started to drench my body, reaching even to my face and getting into my hair. I pulled my finger out of my hole, let go of my cock, and felt it rest against my thigh. There in the reflection was Jake, covered in his own cum and looking like a bitch. 

I giggled, knowing I should feel far more guilty about what I had done, but too high on my own bliss to care. After bathing in my glory, I decided to clean Jake up and explore his body some more. I grabbed one of his towels and left the room, still naked. Walking down the dorm hall to the bathroom, it was still dead silent. Logan would have been petrified at the idea of being caught naked by somebody, but Jake? Well Jake now hoped somebody would see him and be jealous. 

Getting into the bathroom, I passed by Brad, another guy on our floor, who had a towel wrapped around his waist, still glistening from his shower. 

“Jake, the fuck?” He asked. I couldn’t pull off Jake’s voice yet, but I gave him a pat on the shoulder and winked at him as I pushed past. For a second I caught a glimpse of him checking out my body before he shook his head and rushed out to his room. I went to one of the mirrors in the bathroom and knelt over, posing and kissing at myself. Jake was going to become a lot more playful it seemed. 

I took my time in the shower, feeling every crevice of Jake’s body and feeling myself up. And of course, stretching out his hole some more to work him up to taking a real dick. Maybe by one of his new frat brothers I need to meet. Once I got back to our room, I knew there was only one thing left on my to do list of the morning. I went to Jake’s hamper and pulled out the jock which was mocking me just hours before. I sniffed at, Jake’s pheromones becoming mine. 

I slipped both legs down and had no trouble at all this time adjusting my bulge and feeling the elastic hug my jock thighs. I snapped one of the bands, feeling a sheer run my spine as I did so. Slipping one of his black shirts on, I went for Jake’s phone, which thankfully could be opened with just his face. I snapped a few pictures for myself to look at whenever I pleased. Now, how about we download Grindr to it and see what this new body can pull?

[beardysuits]

Closer to Dad pt 2

Part 1 found here

I can’t believe it, I’m uncle Rob! I was still getting used to being a solid 50 pounds heavier, probably even more to be honest. When I dressed up as Rob, I had chosen one of his older football jerseys to feel his stomach pressed against his beefy belly. Each step I took I could feel the fabric stretch to accommodate my new form. I patted it, feeling the jiggle ripple through the rest of my abdomen. This was going to be a fun day.

Normally it would have taken me about 15 minutes to get from Rob’s house back to mine, but with my new longer legs, and the amount of excitement built in, I made it in half the time. Stepping up to the front door, my heart was racing in anticipation. I haven’t spent real quality time with my dad in what felt likes years. To go from being the scrawny son he essentially ignored, to becoming his best friend and brother, was a dramatic shift. However, I let out a long breath of air and pounded on the door with my strong fist. 

Dad, I guess I should refer to him by his first name now, Mike, opened the door and looked at me inquisitively. He wasn’t even wearing his usual jersey, just a green t shirt and jeans, his hair messy, with the locks shining in the golden sunlight. 

“Rob? What are you doing knocking on the door? You haven’t done anything but stroll in like a bastard for years”. Shit, of course I should have just walked in. Rob’s been coming over to our place for years now to hang out with my dad. I chuckled to try and cover.

“What and not take you up on opening the door for me? Fat chance,” I told him with my best uncle Rob impersonation. He rolled his eyes and ushered me in. I think I can still play this off. Coming into my home as Rob made it feel like a brand new experience, like I was stepping foot for the first time. Though that may just be because I’m about a foot taller and my perception has greatly shifted at this new height. 

“You want a beer?” Mike asked, closing the door behind me. 

“It can’t even be 8 am,” I told him without a second thought. His eyebrow raised again. 

“What took you so long to ask?” I asked him back. He scoffed and wandered off to the kitchen. My heart would not slow down. I can make a couple of recoveries, but what am I supposed to do when he actually starts talking about football? Mike came back, and tossed me an unopened can. I popped the tab and took a swing, almost spitting it right back out. Fuck me, that’s what beer tastes like? At the tender age of 20, I was just shy of getting myself any alcohol of my own. Though also, at the tender heart, I was too chicken to sneak one of my dad’s to try before today. 

Thankfully Mike had his back turned to me, otherwise he surely would have seen me grimace from the taste. 

“So, game’s not for another hour,” he said, coming back from the kitchen again, this time holding the entire box full of beers. Oh god do I have to drink all of those? I can’t even stomach one. 

“How about you make your lazy ass of some use and help me stock the fridge? Especially since you didn’t bring any of your own,” he continued. Was I supposed to bring something? I’m clearly an awful guest. I followed him downstairs to his man cave, one which I rarely stepped foot in. 

It was what one would expect of a middle aged man who was obsessed with football. A once plush couch now worn out from years of ass being met with it, a small beer fridge along the side, massive flat screen tv along the back wall. If you pick up a copy of “Man Caves for Dummies”, you’d find this on chapter one. Mike shoved the box of beers at me and I waddled off to the fridge to stock up. Not like there was much space anyways, he always kept it pretty filled. 

As I was finishing up the bottom level of the fridge, I felt a hard smack against my ass, almost causing me to shove my whole head into the fridge. 

“Hurry up slowpoke, I wanna get these chilled before the game starts,” Mike said, pulling another beer out of the top shelf. He already finished the first one? I was too distracted to even drink mine, now so aroused at my ass getting smacked, and being ordered around by my dad. Don’t get me wrong, I was used to him ordering me around before, but this time it was playful. It didn’t help that my new cock was pressed against the silky material of my jockstrap, hidden under Rob’s set of Wranglers. I was chubbed up since I came in his body earlier today, but the touch of Mike, and the material sliding against it, made me rock hard. 

I adjusted my pants to help try and mitigate how much of my cock showed and closed the fridge door behind me. 

“Just giving you time to remember how I got the good ass genes from dad,” I told him. I turned and shook my ass at him, smacking it myself. Fuck Rob’s butt really kept up some perk since his old military days. 

“Please, the only thing you got from dad was a bad back and a receding hairline,” he said, chuckling to himself. He took a swig out of his beer and I decided to mirror him. This time, I knew what to expect and choked down the ale with less effort. This actually wasn’t too bad after a while. He reclined back on the couch and kicked his feet up on the corner L of the sofa. He was wearing his basketball shorts and his calves were showing. I never looked at my father in a suggestive way from the implication alone, but I wasn’t me right now. Even as his brother it felt like I was somebody entirely different. 

I could admire how strong his legs looked, especially when he stretched one of them out to pop his knee. The shorts rode up and a brief glimpse of his thigh bared itself to me. This didn’t help my need to hide my raging boner at all. He turned his attention from the TV and looked at me. 

“What are you waiting for? Permission?” He asked. I sat on the opposite end of the couch from him. We had an hour until the game, and I immensely regretted not doing more research before I took over Rob. Mike tried to engage with me about the team, sports, players, and I did my best to rebut against them with jokes and more general comments. He definitely knew something was up though. I drank through the whole thing, feeling my new belly slosh as it contained nothing but beer. The jersey I was wearing started to feel even tighter as I felt my stomach expand to accommodate. 

“Jeez Rob are you okay?” He asked me, minutes before the game began. My consciousness was starting to fade some, the alcohol finally starting to kick in. I had to have been 6 beers in by this point, only taking so long due to Rob’s large build. 

“What do you mean?” I asked him, blinking slowly to orient myself. He finished his last bit of his drink and threw it into the closest trash can. 

“You aren’t yourself. No idea what I’m talking about, stumbling through any conversation, it’s like I’m talking to…” he shrugged, “well, Timmy”. That made me snap into focus. The original plan when I took over Rob was to talk to my dad about anything but football, and hopefully, make him actually like the real me. 

“What about Tim?” I asked him. He cracked open a new beer. 

“Well you know, he’s a good kid, but I just don’t get him. Always up in his room all day, toying around with those little figures of his.” My figures I paint as a hobby. Something about bringing those little guys to life brought me a lot of calm. I didn’t even think my dad knew they existed.

“Have you tried connecting with him about what he likes?” I asked him. I knew the answer, but wanted to hear him admit it. 

“Yeah,” he said. Liar. “I mean, kind of. I just don’t get it. You known when we were growing up we were outside, running around the woods, getting dirty. Tim he just, I don’t know, is just a shut in. We didn’t grow up like that, he actually did things. Like when we kidnapped the Connors’ dog and posted a ransom to buy snacks in the summer. I mean you know, we did a LOT together. Tried new things, grew closer. He doesn’t do anything, just toys away and plays on that damn computer”. 

Ouch. Can’t say I’m surprised though, it’s about what I expected him to feel. 

“But I wanna connect with him, you know. I want to be his dad, not just his father. I taught him to ride a bike, hit a baseball, how football works. Then he became a teenager and just dropped all of it and became a different kid.” I was about to open another beer, but wanted to be as much of myself as possible. 

“You know Mike, I think he may have always been like this,” I told him. He raised an eyebrow in response. “I think, he just wanted to be the person you wanted him to be so you’d love him. But, he found out that he wasn’t happy doing those things, so he just decided to be himself, and hope you’d love him anyway.” 

Mike was silent for a long time, not even taking another drink. 

“That is, at least my theory,” I said. He shrugged and pondered. 

“I mean I do love him, no matter what he does,” he finally said. “He’s my son. He can be a pro athlete or build and sell a computer for a living. I just figured since we had so much fun together and have great memories, that’s how he should do it too. But, maybe I should try and see how we can do what he likes more.”

I could feel the tears well in my eyes. Fuck Dad, why couldn’t you just tell me that. 

“Thanks Rob for just letting me- are you crying?” He asked. I wiped the tears away and hid my face from him.

“No no, just, fuck it,” I said, looking for a new beer. 

“You fucking softie,” he said, a hearty laugh escaping him. “Here, for you listening to my bitching.” He leaned over the armrest of the sofa for a little while and finally pulled out a new can. He tossed it to me. Raising his own, he opened the tab. I did the same, only to be met with a flare of foam dousing me. He cackled and slapped his knee. 

“Fucker!” I yelled at him, already becoming inhibited from all the drinks. “Gotta change this fucking shirt now,” I told him. I could feel the words slurring as the alcohol came on harder. I stood up, stepping back to try and regain my balance. I grabbed the bottom of my jersey with both hands and yanked it up, my head stuck in the hole before finally tugging it off and slamming it to he ground. 

I looked down, once again admiring Rob’s hairy chest and beautiful pecs. The years of service he did performed wonders on his body, which he didn’t give up on as he reached middle age. 

“Give me a shirt,” I told him, trying to make it to the staircase. 

“Rob fucking sit down, you’re fine,” he called out to me. “Let that shit dry and just be half naked for a bit you puss.” I walked back and fell back on the sofa. My cheeks were flaring up and I could feel my heart pounding from the exertion. I put my hand on my chest to feel the heart rate, and couldn’t help but squeeze a little, feeling the pec succumb to my own touch. I chuckled and looked over to my father, who was looking at me intently. I chuckled to him.

“What?” I asked, losing sight in trying to pretend to be Rob at this point. He smirked. 

“Nothing, just, all this talk about our childhoods is making me just remember the good old times. You know know, the Connors dog, the woods, the…. late night talks. Ones about girls, and who was hot in my grade, who was hot in yours. How we’d-“ he pulled his own shirt off and threw it on top of mine. “Try to figure out what would make them feel good”. 

I admired Mike’s body, not as toned as mine, but certainly he took care of himself as he aged. He own chest displayed a gorgeous set of fur. How did I miss out on just how beautiful he was? How did I not get these genes and looked more like my mother? How is he looking at me so… sexually? He slid down the L of the sofa, laying his head against the back cushion, throwing an arm behind his head to rest it. His armpit was shadowed in a dark bush, which I can only imagine smelled of a strong musk. 

Wait what the fuck? This is my dad, or my brother? He’s family, but I did jerk off my own uncle just hours before. He’s my dad, but he’s also not making this weird. He’s.. he’s.. fuck he’s sexy! 

“Game’s about to start,” I told him finally, not taking my eyes off his physique. 

“They’re playing the Buccaneers, I know how it’ll go,” he said. He got on all fours and crawled to me. Judging from the look in his eyes, the beers had taken their toll on him as well. We were now face to face, mere inches from one another. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he leaned in and planted his lips on mine. I pushed back a bit, but he wouldn’t let me break away. His tongue slithered forward and traced it along my new one. I gave in and wrestled his with my own, my lips moving in sync with his. He placed a hand on my chest and squeezed at my pec, the warm touch juxtaposing with the shivers which shot through me. 

I took my hand and placed it on the back of his head, brushing my fingers through his salt and pepper hair. As I gripped at it, he became more aggressive and reached for my throat. He wasn’t rough with it, but placed his thumb just below my Adams apple, pressing firmly. My breath was ragged from his force, and my pants had grown so incredibly tight in futile attempts to restrain my cock. My other hand went on the lower end of his back, guiding him to press into me, the fur on our chests entangling. 

He slipped his mouth away from my lips, running them down my neck, kissing me as he lowered himself further down this stolen body. When he got to my belly, he took extra time to take both hands and rub them across it. He worshipped my stomach, kissing at it, gripping, and without a single word, making me know it was his. His hands ran down my stomach to zipper off my hands, toying with it. I spoke back to him with my dick, flexing it to tell him it needed to be released. 

He looked up at me and smirked, lowering his head down again to lick at my bulge. It was torture, I needed to produce it to him and have it slide down his throat. I reached my hand down to get to my pants, but he immediately snapped and grasped my wrists. 

“Uh uh,” he hushed. “Remember, I’m making you the girl here. And a good girl, lets the man do what he wants.” He released my wrists and finally got his hands back on my zipper. He zipped it down, before finally finishing with a flourish and pulling the Wranglers down to my ankles. He worked to get them kicked off my feet, before being met a silky pink jockstrap, which could snap at a moments notice. It was absolutely soaked in precum, and my dick had pushed it to its limits. 

“What the fuck Rob? You sporting these now?” He asked me. I smirked at him. 

“Was just remembering the good times,” I told him with a wink. He seemed to hesitate, almost snapping back to reality. However, the lust must have taken over, as he proceeded to take his tongue and lick up the precum which topped off the jock. Just feeling the tip of his tongue hit my cock made me groan involuntarily. 

“Shut up, Tim might be home,” he told me. I wouldn’t worry about that, I wanted to tell him, but no words could form at this point. He proceeded to lap at my bulge, seeming to suck off any of the pre which had accumulated. Just as it seemed he was about to pull my jock off, he backed away. Fuck, was something wrong? I looked up and saw him working on getting his own pants off. He was struggling, barely able to move at all. 

I assisted him, leaning forward and not taking the same slow care he had given me. I yanked the pants off and discovered two thing about my dad. One, he liked to go commando. Two, he had an impressive cock. Veiny, hard as a rock, and long enough that I knew he could rub out a prostate without even going halfway in. If he was the surprisingly soft and sultry type, I was the ravenous one. I had never actually sucked a dick before, but had watched plenty of films to emulate what others had done. I gripped the base of his shaft, which despite how large my new hands were, still was an intimidating beast. 

I licked at the head of his cock, tasing the musky aroma come to life as the sensation of manhood trickled down my throat. He tasted amazing, his own precum starting to mix with the sweat he had built through the day. I licked my lips, lubing them up as I began to take his entire cock into my mouth. The years of study had prepared me somewhat for what it took to take him, but practice made perfect. At first I almost gagged and vomited the half dozen beers which still waved in my stomach, but as I got into a rhythm, it became easier. He leaned his head back and didn’t say a word, but moans were suppressed from his closed mouth. 

He raised both arms up, showing off his pits. The smell permeated through the air, filling my nostrils. He must have not showered in the past couple of days, as I could smell the usual scent of my father embody the room. It motivated me to work harder, pushing my lips to the base of his balls and holding them in place. He grabbed the sides of my head and thrust his cock back and forth, skull fucking me as a growls began to erupt from him. 

I thought he was about to coat my throat with his cum, but just as he was about to finish, he threw my head back and pushed me to the other side of the sofa. I looked up to find him jerking himself off and staring at me seductively. 

“Turn around and show your big brother that hole of yours,” he commanded, sitting up on his knees. I did as he was told, getting on all fours and facing away from him. I felt the couch move below him as he crawled to me. He spit, and the sensation of his saliva against my hole made me shake. With one hand, he spread my ass cheek to the side, and with the other, I felt him guide the tip of his cock. Pressing against my hole, I gripped at the fabric in the couch, my knuckles turning white. 

“Easy,” he told me. “Remember, just like we used to practice.” He pushed the tip and my hole reluctantly allowed him in. It was a shock of pain which made me scream. His hand quickly shot to my mouth and covered it, muffling my howls.

“I told you to shut up,” He said. He kept pushing his cock further in, still holding my mouth closed. He inch which slid its way in made me try to yell louder in and louder, but his calloused hand pressed harder against my lips. There was a sensation, a pop. Immediately I stopped yelling and groaned again, this time in ecstasy. 

“There you go lil bro,” he told me. “Just like riding a bike”. He pulled out some and pushed his way back in. Fuuuuuuck. Fuck he was so god damn big! He pumped, his cock rubbing against my prostate. Each thrust sent electricity coursing through my body and out the tip of my cock. I hadn’t touched it in ages and wanted to pump in unison with him, but too much of me was just holding on to the couch for dear life. His thrust began to increase in speed, with no room in between for rest. 

“Fuck daddy’s gonna cum!” He yelled out, clearly not worried about the noise anymore. He put a hand on each of my shoulder to steady himself. 

“Cum in me dad, cum in me!” I yelled out, my lips free from his grasp. 

“FUCK!” He yelled out, pushing his balls deep against my bare ass. I felt his cock twitch with his pulse as wave after wave of his cum shot deep into my colon. I counted it out, each pulse getting weaker and weaker, before finally all I could feel was my dad’s stomach resting on my back as he caught his breath. He slid out and fell back on the couch, his legs spread, and while now limp, he cock rested beautifully on his thigh. 

I laid on my own back and marveled at him, so gorgeous even just lit by the TV glow. For a second I was worried in his post nut clarity, he would realize what had happened. Instead, I could hear him snoring, somehow already passed out from the exertion. I took the opportunity to finally whip off the jock strap and pump my cock, which had been lathered up in a concoction of my precum and dad’s saliva. 

I felt his cum begin to leak out of my hole, running into the couch. I grabbed a small handful and rubbed it between my fingers. It was thick and a stark white, prime for breeding. Prime for lathering up my cock further and… lathering… That, gave me an idea. Releasing my cock, I stepped to my pants he had discarded on the floor. I fumbled with the pockets until I found it, another vial. 

Inside was the lotion I had made to slip myself into Rob. I was worried it would wear off while I was here, making me be ejected. So, I brought an extra container in case I had to sip back inside. But, what if I went a step further? Both of us were already naked, so I took the opportunity to pour the contents all over Rob’s body, just as I had done in my real body. 

It was a miracle there was enough, as Rob was twice the size as my original body. However, I finally stood in front of my father, silk, lathered up, and ready to experiment. I was just as careful as I was when I took over Rob’s body. Fingering my dad’s hole and enlarging it. Making it able to take one finger, then two, three, until finally my whole hand was inside of him. I think all of the drinking had sedated him, as he wasn’t moving a muscle from all of the activity. 

I pushed further, finding the process to be much more difficult than last time. Previously, I was going from a short, lanky form, barely 150 pounds into a man twice my size. This time, while my father was hardly a small man, had less room available to take in Rob’s body. I worked carefully, pushing both arms inside, before taking a deep breath and plunging my head inside. This sensation was the same at least. Pitch darkness, a tight sensation, the beating of his heart echoing around me. The issue was, Rob’s chest was so fucking massive, I had to really push to get inside. 

I could still feel my feet outside, so I used them to prop myself up and force myself in further. I could only imagine what it looked like out there. The towering form of Rob, chest deep inside of my dad’s hole as he tried to slam his entire body into him. However, with each thrust, I could feel my body being encapsulated by my father. Eventually I found my whole upper body inside, and I worked to stretch myself out. It was like I was trying to slide into a latex suit that was two sizes too small. Every crevice of mine was suppressed and pushed inward. 

It was constricting, my father’s form could barely contain the man who had at least 40 pounds of muscle on him. But surely, I found a way to get both legs inside and curl my feet in too. I felt the hole close and Rob’s body completely be closed in. Having done this once already, I had an idea of what to do next, but the size difference made it all too difficult. I did learn however from last time to adjust my cock first and not cause a panic. With both arms still not in position with my dad’s, I took my cock and slide it into his like a sheath. 

Before I aligned them though, I experimented and pulled back and pushed in again. I did this a few times, feeling like I was fucking the inside of my father. It was too good, but I had to push on, the constriction was getting to me. I aligned both feet and legs, arms, hands, and finally head. I slithered my tongue into my father, and pushed the top of my head into his. With one final force, I pushed my cock into the tip of his and felt the transformation complete.

I opened my eyes and surveyed the room, my head groggy as I felt the alcohol trying to hold me still. The glow of the TV still reflected off the walls, but more noticeable than that was the smell of my father’s musk right next to me. I looked to my left and found his armpit right next to my face. I inhaled deeply, now aware that I was my dad! I liked at his bicep, knowing all the while this tongue just moments ago was worshipping me. I sat up, trying to orientate myself. 

Everything was the exact same, though now I could see just under me was a pool of the lotion and cum which soaked into the seats. I rubbed my dad’s hole, and found that some of his cum was still leaking out from me. I brought it to my face and lapped it up. It was salty, tinged with the potency worthy of breeding. 

I took another scoopful of his, I guess, MY own cum and lathered up my new dick. As I never did actually finish while I was just Rob, I still had a sizable load to get out. I pumped my dad’s cock which had sprung to life once more. I smelled at this pits as I did so, lapping at his biceps and worshipping my new body. 

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From the excitement of today, it didn’t take long before I could feel the eruption coming. 

“Fuck I”m gonna cum!!” I yelled in my dad’s voice, before finally letting out the build up of cum spray all over me. Despite getting off just earlier today, it was a cascade as I coated chest. The fur absorbing every drop and sinking into my chest. My cock was bright red, pulsing as each drip soared into the air. But it was over all too soon, and I was left with just myself, the smell of cum, musk, and the football announcers quietly speaking. 

I looked down at myself, proud of the mess I had made. Though, I did wonder what this meant. Was I stuck as my father, with Rob gone forever? Would I get ejected as Rob? As myself? The lotion had lasted this long already, I wonder how much longer I had. If it wasn’t long, I wanted to make the most of it. Slowly, I raised myself up and stood, looking to dress myself up. There I found the jockstrap I had Rob wear, still damp. I stepped in and shimmied it up my legs. 

It was cool at this point, and made me shiver, but it was so good to be reunited with it. I rubbed my hands over my body, coaxing the cum further into my hair and admired the nice bulge my dad gave the jockstrap. Maybe if I can keep this up for a bit, I’ll have to have dad pick up some new clothes…Something with leather perhaps. 

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A bit of a longer story, but hopefully that makes you all enjoy it even further! Would love to hear from all of you as to what you'd like to see more of as I try to get back more into my writing.

Thank you all!

[beardysuits]

Closer to Dad

Tim, a scrawny and pathetic idea of a son wants to get closer to his dad. However, with nothing in common, he finds it will be a lot easier to just take over his uncle to be able to spend some time with his old man.

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I can’t remember the first time I felt like I just didn’t match the expectations set out for me. Honestly it’s been for as long as I can remember. My dad had always wanted for me to be this strong football player who could throw a punch, catch a ball, knock a guy to the ground with ease. But, I couldn’t even finish a season of T ball, delved into fantasy books, and well, ever since I was at least 6, knew that I was gay. 

My dad however, wasn’t too keen on how I had turned out. It wasn’t outright homophobia, but I could see the disappointment in his eyes when I would quit another team sport, or couldn’t do a pull up. I tried to relate to him as best as I could, trying to share my own interests, but I could see his eyes glaze over at every attempt. It seemed like he would find every excuse he could to join my Uncle Rob to go fishing, see a game, etc. Rob lived just down the street, so he would frequently come by to see my dad and watch a game in my dad’s man cave. I joined them a few times, but got bored very quickly every time, and honestly, dad seemed more annoyed to even have me there.

It was after years of trying to just talk to and relate to my dad, and seeing him only want to do that to his brother that I grew to become pretty jealous. I just wanted the relationship that Rob had with him. That was when I started to see how I could possibly achieve that. I always loved fantasy books, but by the time I hit my teenage years, it was magic specifically I wanted to really do research on. I thought I could transform myself into the dream jock son my dad wanted, or force him to like what I liked. But something that really caught my eye was the idea of body possession.

See, Rob was the kind of guy my dad liked to hang around, and the kind of guy I wanted to be. He was muscular, beefy, with a thick dark mustache that just oozed masculinity. My dad was in a similar camp, being a past athlete, but had let himself go a little bit in the past 20 something years. I thought, it would be even harder to make a connection with my dad, than it would be to just take over somebody who already did that for me. I had scoured all over the archive of books I had found in musty old shops until I found not a spell, but a potion which could help me. 

It required a lot of items which I wasn’t sure how to even find, but after months of scouring and plenty of determination, I had brewed it. Now, the only thing left to do was hope that it would work. It was early Sunday morning, before the sun had even risen when I decided to make my move. It was going to be another game day for my dad and Rob’s favorite team, so Rob was sure to come by later, and hopefully, it would be me along for the ride. Rob’s house was only a ten minute walk from ours, and I knew exactly where the hide-a-key was. 

After unlocking the door, I crept up the stairs to Rob’s bedroom, and lucky for me, the door was already wide open. I was stunned to see Rob laid out on the bed, full naked and exposed. I had seen most of Rob’s body before on lake trips or when he got too drunk with my dad. But this… this was amazing. He bushy armpits were on full display, and the treasure trail of hair stemming from his burly chest led to a mountain of fur which rested right above his girth cock. Even soft, it was thick and hung to the side, larger than mine probably could even hope to be. 

I could feel myself licking my lips as I crept in to the bedroom, my heart racing in fear of any noise awakening him. It was once I was standing at the foot of his bed, I let out a large sigh of anxiety and began to strip down. Unfortunately, the potion required for me to be completed naked so I could slither my way into Rob’s body. As I stood there naked, I looked down at myself and saw my lanky frame, practically showcasing each of my ribs, my arms holding barely any substance besides skin and bone. I took out the vial of potion I had brewed and uncorked. Slathering myself with it, I could see my skin becoming slicker and shine. The final bit was my head, as I coated myself in the slime. 

I cleared my eyes, hoping I could see more clearly as I shook the nerves off. Leaning on Rob’s bed, I crept up to his legs and used my finger to find his hole. I figured this would be the easiest form of entry, as the mouth would most likely wake him up too early. I couldn’t even hear Rob’s snoring anymore, only the pounding of my heart as I began to lube up his hole with my middle finger and softly press the tip inside. Rob snorted, freezing me in place. I looked up over his belly rising and falling, seeing his eyes still closed. 

I pushed further my finger sliding in almost effortlessly by the time my knuckle had gone in. Becoming more brave, I tried the same with my index finger, this one going in even easier. I introduced more and more of my fingers into Rob’s hole, stretching it out like it was a rubber band. Rob made no indication that he even noticed the penetration happening to him. Soon enough, my entire hand was inside, and I could feel the warmth of Rob’s body encompass it. I was becoming impatient, wanting to finally get all of myself in Rob. I took my other hand and hooked my fingers round the edge, stretching him out. 

I could see inside of Rob, like he was nothing more inside but a dark, damp cavern for me plunge myself into, and I was ready to dive. This was the part I was most nervous about. I hyped myself up, taking a few short breaths, before shoving the crown of my head in. I held my breath, not sure if I would even be able to breathe until the process was over. Soon enough, my whole head was inside, and I had to find a way to maneuver my hands to slide them in alongside. After a bit of wriggling, my arms up to my shoulders were inside, leaving behind the imagery of my body from the chest down hanging outside of Rob’s hole. 

It was pitch black, and felt just as humid and wet as I had anticipated. I found that with difficulty, I could still breathe somewhat, but clawed myself forward, making sure to not hurt Rob in the process. Without the help of my hands, Rob’s hole had tightened once more and I struggled to pull more of myself inside. Surprisingly, what I found to the hardest part, no pun intended, was getting my own cock inside of him. I had become rock hard at this point, and given how slippery I was, and with little grip to go off of, I had to force it down to slip inside.

Once it had, I had almost cum just from the rush of sensation as Rob’s warmth overtook my dick. The rest of my body should be easy at this point, as I shimmied myself upward until the only draft I could feel left was on the soles of my feet. I had balled myself up trying to make sure all of myself could fit, but once Rob’s hole had clenched once more, I found myself encapsulated by him. It as almost cozy, and I could feel Rob’s heartbeat surrounding myself, still blissfully asleep. I could only assume that the potion had numbed him as well, making him entirely unaware of his nephew lodged deep inside of him. 

I had to work quickly though, as I had no idea how long he would stay asleep. That, and I wanted so desperately to feel his hands become mine, his powerful legs, and his massive cock to slide over mine. I adjusted my feet, squirming them down Rob’s like they were a pair of leggings. Despite how much weight he had on me, it was a tight squeeze getting each toe into place. I could almost feel them lock into place as the individual digits took hold. I did the same for the other leg, and despite not being able to see anything, knew they had taken hold. 

My arms were next, reaching out as best as I could to place each of my scrawny, withering fingers into Rob’s thick ones. Despite being almost half a foot shorter than him, it was like my body had elongated to fit into his perfectly. Thankfully with Rob’s arms raised in relaxation, all I had to stretch up like I was reaching for a pull up bar. My chest locked into place shortly after and all that was left was my head. I said goodbye to my old self, not sure how long I would be staying inside of Rob, and pushed my head upwards, feeling a tightness as his neck squeezed around me. 

I felt my scalp reach his, but it was like a barrier blocked my face when I tried to push it forward. After maneuvering around a bit, I found what felt like the inside of Rob’s nose, and pushed mine into it. It was easy to find the spots at which his eyes were, but my mouth struggled. I could feel something thick in front of my mouth and I used my tongue to feel it out, as no other part of my body could be used anymore. It was then I realized it was Rob’s tongue stopping me. I tried to position it the same way I had with the other limbs and found it was almost like a glove. I slipped my tongue inside of it, like my own was using Rob’s as a sock. 

The moment the tip of my tongue reached his, it was like my body wasn’t mine anymore. Rather, Rob’s was. My first instinct was to open my eyes, and upon doing so, I was looking up at his bedroom ceiling. (NSFW Version Here)

I looked around without moving a muscle and took in the view. There was no way this was real, right? I mean, I literally slathered myself into Rob….? I moved my arms, finding them almost falling in a rush with the added weight I wasn’t used to. I forced them up, feeling my chest and tracing my fingers through the dense forrest of hair Rob had proudly shown off so many times before. 

“Whoa…” I uttered, before slapping one of my hands over my new mouth. I sounded just like Rob! I cleared my throat and tried again.

“Testing, testing,” I spoke, the familiar baritone of Rob’s voice rumbling in my throat. 

“Holy shiiiiitttt….” I hissed, loving the sound, manipulating Rob to say whatever I wanted. It was so fucking hot, forcing him to my will. I could feel my dick pulsing in my… stomach? I glanced down and practically jumped off the bed when I saw that Rob’s cock was still limp to the side, while the imprint of a throbbing cock was pushed against my stomach. 

“What the fuck!” I yelled out, my hand shaking as I reached down and poked at it. The moment my finger touched the imprint, I felt a shiver of pleasure mix with the panic as it coursed through me. That was definitely my dick still not joined with Rob’s. Fuck me! What do I even do about that. I took a few deep breaths, trying not to let the panic overtake me. I took a trembling hand, and grabbed my cock, seeing if I could move it. Sure enough, it still slide around, like it was inside of me just below the skin. 

Cautiously, I pushed it downwards, grabbing Rob’s dick with my other hand. Okay, I had practiced putting on condoms before when bored, how much different could this be? I pushed my own dick downward and guided it through to the base of Rob’s. After poking around it, I found what felt like an opening and pushing it forward. My own bulge pushed through Rob’s, forcing it to harden and grow. It felt fucking amazing, like I was…. I don’t know, fucking myself? 

After pushing my dick as far as I could, Rob’s cock was at full mast, and instinctively I knew they had assimilated. It was a rush of ecstasy as I I could see Rob’s dick at full mast, even thicker and longer than I could have ever dreamed. I was gripping it with his, I mean, my name hands. It was beat red, and what I assumed was my precut dribbling down the shaft. I pumped my hand up and down, moaning to myself, getting loader with each stroke. 

Holy shit I was jerking off as Rob! I sat up to get a better look at myself and noticed the wall mirror across the bed from me. I had a front row view of Rob as he looked himself in the eye and pumped his fully erect dick. In the reflection, I could see a glistening around his hole. Some of the potion must have still been left behind. I used my other hand to grab a small glob of it and lathered up my dick. It was so fucking slick and my hands glided over it. I felt phenomenal, stroking my dick, pinching at my new nipples, and panting at myself. I stuck my tongue out and begged with my eyes, asking to please let myself cum. 

I reached the end, and felt a blast of cum rush out from my new balls and sprayed myself in a thick coating which must have been a combination of Rob’s and mine. It was like I was lathered up all over again as I let my hand drop to my side and admired the view of my once strong armed and militant uncle lay there drenched in his own cum. I rested my head back and sighed in relief, loving the feeling of the new me. I hoped that I could stay like this forever. 

The possession must have taken longer than I realized though, as the sunrise was almost complete, the beams of sunlight making me shine even more. I stood up, almost falling over with my new weight. It was going to take some getting used to. Rob had left a towel by the side of his bed, and I wiped myself off, not bothering to shower. I was going to have plenty of time with this body for that later. I walked over to the pile of clothes I had ditched when I got here and the satchel I left behind. In it was a bright pink jockstrap with a silky finish in the pouch. 

When I knew I was going to possess Rob, I made sure to buy this for myself in what I hoped was the right size. I stepped in, almost falling over once again, and slid the pouch over my knew balls. It fit perfectly, a the silky finish of the fabric was like a second, or rather third, skin. I stood in front of the mirror once more and admired my body, flexing for myself, sniffing my new armpits, and jangling my bulge. I had to leave for my dad’s place here in a bit, so I found a pair of jeans Rob probably never washes, and a jersey of his and my dad’s favorite team. After I had dressed myself, I did one more look over in the mirror. 

“Hey Jim, how’s my lil bro doing?” I asked, trying to imitate Rob to the best of my ability. That part was going to be rather difficult, but I think I’d manage. With one final wink, I picked up Rob’s keys and laughed my way out the door. 

[beardysuits]

Another One for the Books

"Mmmm yeah man!" Michael yelled out. He was already balls deep inside and fucking my hole like a piston. I was already trembling at the knees, gripping at the kitchen table, my knuckles turning white as their hold weakened. I had wrapped my hand around my borrowed cock and slid it down the shaft, enveloping it with my palm which was already lubricated in precum.

I'm getting ahead of myself though. See my friend Harry and I had stumbled upon some pretty unique powers one day while perusing the internet. We were two pretty horny, and admittedly broke, college students, who were looking for a cheap way to have some fun. That's when we stumbled upon this new meditation that promised to teach us how to "astral project" our bodies. It was a dull Friday night and we had no plans, so we figured, why not?

At first it felt like we were just falling asleep and I gave up. When I tried to wake him up though, he was out like a rock. No matter how much I shook him, he wasn't moving. I freaked out and since he still lived with his dad, I called out to him. He walked in and I immediately sensed something was off. His dad was looking at his hands and touching his face, then his eyes grew wide as he saw his son out cold.

"Adam?" He asked in his gruff voice.

"Mr. Reynolds, I-I-I... I think something's up with Harry!" I yelled back.

"Yeah, I know," he said before pulling me up and gripping my biceps. "I'm in here," he said, putting his hand to his chest.

I was completely lost before realizing it must have worked! After getting Harry to calm down, we started to play with his dad. It was innocent at first, making him say stupid stuff and Harry goofing around. But after a few beers, we got a lot more handsy, and I found myself pushed under Mr. Reynolds as his belly pressed into his back and his fat cock was opening my hole so fucking wide.

Since then, Harry guided me on how he was able to push out his essence and take over his dad. After a few sessions, I finally managed to do it! We then began our Friday ritual of cruising whatever public spot we liked, finding two guys we both liked and taking them over. Usually Harry took over the older or bigger guy, and I always liked taking over the smaller counterpart. I was pretty overweight, so squeezing myself into a tight little body and feeling myself up was a huge turn on and escape. Harry on the other hand was a 5'5" twig, so taking over a daddy scratched a similar itch for him.

That brings us to Michael and Jax. At least, that's what we called them. We didn't know their real names, didn't really care to. All we knew was they were a father and son we saw this afternoon at the hardware store and they were just another pair of playthings for us. We followed them from the store. The dad, who we coined Michael, drove a huge ram truck. Harry definitely liked doing the backstory more than I did.

To him, Michael was a divorcee who left Jax and his wife when the kid was only 5. They reconnected when Jax hit college and takes him around town to try and bond. Whatever got Harry into the headspace he needed to make me his little bitch, I didn't care. All I wanted was for the two to "bond" like they never did before.

We got back to their place, a small ranch home in the suburbs. Harry drove a van which we could park down the road and start our projection that night from the back compartment. Once night fell, we began.

Astral projection is similar to falling asleep, you just need to keep in mind your spirit and detach it from your physical form. It was easy for us now and soon we were floating above our targets' house. I zoomed into the garage and immediately found Michael lifting weights. He was grunting and his body glistened. I could see the pump in his chest and arms, the veins in his neck bulging as he strained against the rack. I zoomed to the other room and found Harry licking his lips as he watched Jax walk around the kitchen shirtless.

"Your guy's in the garage," I told him. "And I think you'll like what you see." I winked and flexed my arms.

"It's like they knew we were coming," Harry joked, before zipping past me. I turned my attention to Jax and tried to find the best point of entry. Not like I had to look for long though, I could see even through the gym shorts, Jax's bubble ass made peaks against the fabric. In my current form, I could do minor manipulation of physical objects. Such as the box of crackers I saw on top of the fridge.

I pushed them over, making them fall right behind Jax who immediately turned to the sound. He sauntered over and bent down to pick up the box. Perfect! With his ass spread and ready for the taking, I dove in head first.

He immediately shot up and grabbed at his ass, feeling my essence stuffing him.

"What the fuck?!" he yelled out. God, his voice sounded just like every frat bro on campus; it made me drool. I wiggled further in, Jax was unable to stop me. His spirit could fight me, but his body couldn't grasp at anything more than thin air. I slipped inside and situated myself. I had become a pro at this point and slipped what was essentially my limbs into their places. Jax had fallen over and was curled into a ball, trying to concentrate and push me out, but his mind was useless. I shot my head up and took in a sharp breath of air with my new lungs.

My face was parallel to the floor, but pushing myself up with my new beefy arms, I stood up and got used to my new footing. It was also so freeing to feel myself in a smaller and lighter body. It almost felt like I was floating.

"You okay son?" I heard a gruff voice ask behind me. Michael stood behind me, looking concerned, his body shimmering and covered in sweat. I cleared my throat, getting used to my new voice.

"Yeah dad just uh, cramps," I told him. I was almost certain Harry was in there already, but once he finished a takeover, he was in character. He was Michael until he finally ejected himself. Sometimes I wasn't even sure if was in there, which could lead to some potentially terrifying scenarios.

"Okay well, just take it easy," Michael said. He stepped closer. "Listen, I did want to talk to you," he continued. He leaned a hand on the kitchen island and loomed closer.

"Sure Dad, what's up?" I asked him, copying his stance. Our hands were only about a foot apart, our bodies only a step away.

"I know it's been rough trying to reconnect since I came back. You have every right to resent me, but I'm really grateful that you're trying," he said. I shrugged.

"I mean yeah, it's weird," I told him. "But I've really enjoyed getting to know you and get closer. You were gone so long though, it's sometimes like you're not even my dad. Just, some guy I live with now." I tilted his head, his hand moving an inch closer to mine.

"I understand. Is there anything I could do to help make this less awkward for you? Help us get a little closer?" he asked. I moved my fingers closer to his, mere inches separated them.

"Well truthfully, I uhhhh.... kind of like what you've been doing. I mean look at you now. I always walk around without a shirt, but seeing you do the same, makes me feel like we're relating. It's good to see you like, be vulnerable. To see just.. more of you."

He cocked his head to the side.

"Do you want to see more?" he asked. I bit my lower lip and nodded. He lifted his arm up and showed off his hairy pit, the aroma of his musk permeated and trailed into my nostril.

"Do you want to smell more?" he pressed. I nodded again and stepped forward. He cradled the back of my head and guided me to the smell. I inhaled deeply, keeping my tongue in place. That would come with time.

"That's a good boy," he cooed at me. He rubbed the back of my head softly, comforting me as I inhaled more of him. He smelled so fucking good. Fresh from his workout and a whole day of walking around before that. I could smell the faint trace of his cologne as it tickled at me from his neck. He pulled back my head and locked eyes with me.

"Show daddy how much you want him around," he commanded. I was about 5 inches shorter than him. I leaned up and pressed my lips to his. His tongue swirled the inside of my mouth as mine submitted to his. He cradled my lower back in his beefy arms and pressed me tightly into him. I could feel his sweat coating my slim frame. Reaching around, I wrapped my arms behind his back and clawed at his hairy backside.

Pulling me away, he took my hand and lead me to the living room. We simultaneously kicked off our gym shorts, each of our cocks bounced out and bobbed as we walked. I hadn't even seen my new one yet, it was so fucking pretty. Jax kept himself trimmed, but his balls were decorated with blonde hair. To no surprise, Michael's dick was thick like a bull's, matching the rest of his body. Even his ass was framed like grade A beef! I never really took over guys like him, but I sure did love fucking them.

Michael led me to the couch and laid back, lifting his arm over his head. I laid on top, unable to control myself anymore, going to town on his pits. My tongue was lapping up every bead of sweat I could find.

I was so fucking hungry for him! I made Jax swallow piece after piece of his father's sweat. He just chuckled as he felt his good boy enjoying his new treat. I reached down and began to stroke his cock, which had begun to throb. He was leaking, leaving plenty of lubricant as I made Jax wrap his jock hands around his father's shaft.

Michael let out a booming laugh as he watched his son become a little bitch and submit to him.

He patted me on the shoulder.

"That's enough boy, you know what daddy wants now," he told me. I pulled back and nodded.

Walking off, I found the kitchen table and decided to see how flexible Jax was. Placing my right foot up on the table, I kept myself balanced on the ground. It was fucking perfect. I could feel a breeze grace my hole as I presented myself to daddy.

Michael grumbled from behind me, I could hear his heavy footsteps as he walked over to me. I heard the sound of him spitting and lubing up his daddy cock. There was a hand clasped on my shoulder, and then the teasing of a dick as it played with my hole. I was about to turn around and watch when I felt the pressure of Michael's dick pressed against me. I winced, my virgin hole stretching for what I assumed was the first time.

"Goooooood boy," Michael told me. He wrapped his other arm around my chest and pressed slowly into me. I moaned like a bitch, feeling my dad fill me up. Once I felt his thighs against my ass, I knew he was in. That, and the roar which came from Michael, and the throb of his cock against my prostate.

"That's it boy!" He shouted, before pulling out. He kept up a steady pace, the head of his cock pushing further with each thrust.

"Fuck daddy!" I yelled out as I gripped onto the table.

"Mmmm FUCK man!" Michael yelled out, beginning to piston in and out of me. See? Now you're all caught up.

I was pumping my own cock and could feel the pressure build. How was I already so close??

"Dad? I think I'm going to cum!" I yelled out.

"Fucking cum for me son!" he yelled back. It was like his cock was pressing against my stomach he was so deep! I let go of my cock and watched as a fountain of cum spread across the table.

"Here it fucking comes boy!" Michael yelled out. He wrapped both of his beefy arms across my chest and yelled out. I could feel his seed instantly begin to coat my insides, spreading out and dominating me. His sweat formed even further and drenched my back. I could feel his stomach as it pressed into my back with each breath of his.

He slid out of me and staggered back, laughing. I could hear him catching his breath. I took my leg down from the table, shaking as my blood tried to get back in place. I almost fell over put was caught by Michael's arms.

"Easy there boy," he told me, chuckling. I looked up and saw him towering over me. I smiled as he pulled me up.

"Thanks dad," I said, before giving him one final kiss. "We should probably head out." He shrugged and helped me stand fully up.

"Maybe, or we just enjoy ourself a little more," he said. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"How about we run a few more errands? Spend some time with my boy, drive him around in my truck. Maybe play with his ass as we do some shopping?" I was immediately intrigued by the idea, but there was a concern nagging at me.

"What about our real selves?" I asked.

"They'll be fine, they're not going anywhere," he assured me. I knew it was risky, but fuck I loved being Jax and I wanted to keep this up. So, what's the worst that could happen?

Michael was cradling my lower back and holding me close, our new musks mingling with one another. I chuckled and stuck my tongue into his mouth.

"Okay dad, let's do it," I told him. He laughed and hoisted me up effortlessly. My thighs were cradled into his arms as I finally looked down at him.

"Come on son, lemme treat you."

[beardysuits]

Bearing it All

I have had my eyes on this guy for some time. He was a regular at the gym I had been set to live the rest of my afterlife in. Just three days into trying to turn my life around as an obese middle aged loser, I had suffered a cardiac arrest while using the treadmill. Since then, I’ve oggled at all kinds of men who still frequented the gym after my passing, all of them getting ahead of their health a I should have when I was alive. After so much time seeing macho guys working out and spying on them in the shower, my eyes happened upon him and I became obsessed 

See, he reminded me a lot of myself when I was in my youth. Same build, cute little face and beard, and a certain shyness to him that I found adorable. He would come in almost every day, working on his stamina and cardio, but the better days were when he would lift and I could begin to see the muscles hidden under neath his pudgier layer begin to emerge. Each day that I saw him, I could feel my lust for him growing. I was obsessed. I had to have him. 

One day while after what looked like an especially tiring workout, he walked back into the changing room alone. Even as a spirit, I felt as I could practically smell the musk which must have been permeating off of him. I tried my best to smell him, creeping closer, my translucent hands reaching out to play with his developing pecs. I went for a squeeze and my fingers fazed through him, but as they did, I could actually feel. He shivered in response and rubbed his arms in a feeble attempt to gain warmth. 

I felt something! For the first time in years I felt air pass through my fingertips. My hunger for more was insatiable and I lunged forward, hoping that my new assumptions would prove true. His body encased me and my entire essence was overwhelmed with new sensations. I could smell, I could feel, I could taste. But it was all darkness as I tried to adjust, fill my entire being inside of him. I felt him fall to the ground, but I stayed right in place. 

It was like I was putting on a suit. My legs slid down his meaty thighs and calves, my much pudgier arms felt constricted as even his more bulbous arms were tight around me. I began to pant, the pleasure of feeling all of him, hugging me like he was a warmth sheath. I felt a surge and it was like, my head was pushed through a tunnel. In mere seconds I felt a ringing in my ears and throbbing in my head as every sensation I hadn’t experienced in years all came at once. And then, it stopped. 

The pounding of noise became distant as it was replaced by overhead 80’s rock and the overwhelming sensation was become familiar. The ground beneath me was cold tile. I opened my eyes to see myself looking at the ground, and hands which did not belong to me were holding me up. I picked one up and turned it around in front of me, the familiarity of the meaty fingers and strong grip coming back to me. No fucking way…

I staggered up, looking down and seeing the black tank top I was desperate to smell only moments ago. Getting used to my footing, I fumbled as I stepped forward, finally finding my balance and rushing to the closest mirror. My eyes adjusted only for a moment to see the sexy face of my obsession looking back at me! His mouth was agape and his eyes were the size of dinner plates. I touched my chest, feeling the barrel chest which he had been working so hard for. He was so hairy under these clothes! 

I made a few faces in the mirror, astonished as he mimicked each one of them back at me. I laughed, caressing my new beard through my stolen hands. Holy shit! I possessed the guy! Why did I never think of doing this before? I ran my hands down my arms, feeling the biceps he had worked so hard on. My nose was close enough I could smell his musk seeping out. I lifted my arm and stuck my face straight into his furry pit, inhaling deeply. 

Fuck I missed the smell of this! His scent made my new cock tent in his workout shorts. Ooh, now that should have been the first thing I checked out. I grabbed it through the material, feeling his thick shift trying to break free of the confides of the fabric. I rubbed my hands along it, feeling it somehow grow even further. God damn, I missed this. The tingling of ecstasy shivered through me for the first time in ages. I had edged myself the point of completion when I heard voices entering the locker room. I reluctantly relinquished my grasp and walked back towards the lockers. 

As I passed by a couple of gym bros, I nodded to them. We made eye contact for a moment before one of them looked down and his eyes lingered on my shorts. I looked down and saw these were even tighter than I thought, the outline of my cock was pressed out in full display. Looking back at him, I winked and moved on, too eager to keep seeing what my new life had for me. 

I had been watching today and knew which locker he had used, even knew his combination. Opening up the locker, I found his backpack and ruffled through it until I found what I was looking for, his wallet. Undoing the leather casing, I found his license and finally had a name for the sexy son of a bitch: Barney Mathews. Well Barney, looks like there’s somebody new in control. There was a vibration from my pocket, I reached in and found his cell phone. The background was of him and another sexy little bear, the two of them sitting at a bench with an arch of flowers behind him. 

There was a text on the screen reading: “Can you pick up some milk on the way home babe?” 

I opened up the message and read through the history. This was Ryan, Barney’s boyfriend. Apparently they had been dating some time and I could get a small glimpse of their lives together. Barney was a sweetheart, always being affectionate, saying his “I love you’s”, reassuring Ryan things would be okay when he was anxious. I was in love, there’s no way I was going to let Barney go now. But, maybe we could make some adjustments; improvements if you will. 

I went back to the message and sent Ryan a quick one back, letting him know I’d take care of things but would be back a little late. I knew that there was a quick stop I wanted to make before I came home to my new boyfriend. 

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Driving was easier than I thought it would be after so much time not being behind a wheel, it was like riding a bike. I knew before I made it back to my new home, I wanted to stop by an old stomping ground of mine. The city had a fetish shop which drew in gay men like flies to honey. I had been there a handful of times to buy some toys, but I always felt out of place. The staff was nice enough, but it was clear the clientele was for a younger and more attractive type. Now, I was both. 

I stepped foot inside, hearing the ring of the bell which I had come to miss after so long without it. There was a cute little twunk behind the counter, flipping through a magazine, his attention directed to the bell once I walked in. I saw an eyebrow raise as he eyed me up, my new confidence making me stand far taller and broader than I ever observed Barney being. 

“Welcome, anything I can help you with?” He asked, dog earring the magazine. I sauntered to the counter and put my hands down, making sure to flex my new biceps at him. 

“Actually, I’m looking for a quick revamp of my wardrobe,” I told him, looking at the wall behind him. On it was an array of jocks, leather shorts, vests, caps, you name it. If it held any inclination to a kink, it was there. 

“I think I can help with that,” he said, his gaze fixated on my arms and chest. “What exactly are you looking for?” I rapped my fingers on the glass counter. 

“Leather,” I told him. “I wanna shine, smell like a Harley, and be ready for anything.” He clicked his tongue and pulled reached up to a harness on the wall. His shirt lifted and I could see just above the waistband of his jeans the jock he had on. He took a little longer than necessary to grab what he was reaching for, his lower body swaying as he did so. He peaked over his shoulder and smirked, finally holding the harness. 

“I think this should fit you,” he said, placing it on the counter. I reached out and traced my finger over the leather, the metal studs were cool and sent a shiver down my arm. 

“And if you wanted anything in the same vein,” he continued. “That section right over there is perfect.” He pointed out the far wall, where racks of leather clothes were displayed. 

“Thanks,” I told him. “You going to be where I leave you if I need anything?” He nodded. 

“Always happy to help,” he replied, slinking back. I grabbed the harness and walked back to the section he had pointed out. I passed through the aisles of clothes, my fingers running across the rows of leather as the intoxicating smell wafted through my new nostrils. God I missed the feel of the fabric, I was a huge fan in my old life, but never found anything that fit my massive frame. Here, I could see myself being a solid XXL, which looks like they were right about… here. 

I reached the end of the rack and found a whole array of clothes my new size. Shirts, vests, shorts, you name it. I licked my lips, my cock bulging out as I thought of playing dress up as Barney. I pulled a few items from the rack; a pair of pants, shirt, vest, shorts and finally a nice little hat to finish the look. I remembered where the changing room was located and made my way there, looking at the hunk behind the counter, who eyed my hungrily as I walked into the small room. 

I immediately stripped down, my cock bouncing out from under the musky gym shorts. Now that I was naked for the first time as Barney, I began to grope myself. My hands exploring every inch of his sexy chubby body. My squeezed his tits, twisting his nipples as shivers traveled down my spine. I watched myself in the mirror as I made Barney whimper, his new owner flush with eroticism. I opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, as if I was begging for cum to coat my throat. I didn’t even dare touch my cock, wanting to save every pump of my load for my new boyfriend. 

With my heart pounding with lust, I picked up the harness given to me by the clerk, a new vest and leather shorts. I slipped them on, the shorts especially clinging to my meaty thighs. Once I fitted the harness and threw on the vest, I looked once more at the mirror and whistled to myself. Fuck Barney… If only you knew how fucking sexy you were. I bet you never even thought about wearing one item of this attire. I was about to grope my cock even more when I heard a knock at the door. 

“How’s it going in there?” The familiar ring of the clerk’s voice called out. I opened the door and raised leaned with one arm against the doorframe. His eyes bulged for a quick moment before clearing his throat. 

“I saw you walk back with your goodies and couldn’t let you try those on without adding these to the getup,” he said. I looked down to see him holding a pair of army boots. Perfect….

“You have good taste,” I told him. “You sure those going to fit on me?” He shrugged. 

“I’m pretty good at guessing a man’s size. Thought you’d need something a little bigger,” he said, glancing down at my bulge. I twitched it for him, winking at him. 

“Let’s see how good you are then,” I told him. There was a small bench in the room, I sat on it as he closed the door behind him. He knelt down, grabbing my right foot as he did so. Holding it up, he slid the boot on, biting his bottom lip as he did so. Once my heel slipped into the sole of the boot, it felt like a perfect fit. I lifted it up and pressed it against his sculpted jawline, pushing his face slightly to the side to get a better look at him. 

“Looks like you know what you’re doing after all,” I told him. He smirked and stuck his tongue out, licking the top of the boot and sliding it down until he reached my ankle. 

“You don’t even know the half of it,” he responded. I smirked and laid back, my back resting against the wall. 

“Get to it then,” I ordered him. 

He was quick to get the other boot on, sliding my foot in place just right once more. He was leaning forward, pushing my toe further into place. As he did so, his face grew further and further closer to my crotch, where the smell of my musk permeated through the leather. I took my leg and cradled it gently behind his neck, pulling him closer until his lips were pressed against my balls. He inhaled deeply and sighed, then proceeded to lap his tongue across the leather. I pressed my leg agains him further, pressing his whole face in between my thighs, forcing him to only smell me. His hands traveled across my hairy thighs and groped at them. I couldn’t wait any more, I need to actually feel my cock inside of something. As if he had read my mind, he pulled my shorts down and freed my dick, it springing out and revealing the small pool of precum it had accumulated. 

His lips wrapped around the head, pulling it deeper and deeper into his mouth. My shaft glided past his lips and slithered to the back of his throat. He never even winced, taking the whole cock like a champ. I threw my head back and moaned, relishing in my first blowjob in at least a decade. I freed him from my leg’s grasp and let him take over. He bobbed his head up and down, the gathering of saliva around the base of my cock pooled over and dribbled down my leg. I gritted my teeth and clenched at the bench, it was becoming too much for me to hold back. 

“Fuck boy, I’m cumming!” I yelled out. He picked up the speed until the rush of adrenaline released and spurt after spurt of cum pumped out of me. With each load I gave him, it flowed down his throat as he swallowed every last drop. I was breathing heavily as I regained my senses. Looking down, I saw the clerk relinquish my dick and lick his lips. With a smile, he dropped his arms up on my knees. 

“Now, will that be cash or charge?” He asked. 

I found my way to Barney’s apartment thanks to his ID and thankfully it was the same one listed. I had already given myself a tour, admiring the decor which he and Ryan had accumulated over the years. He had texted me back just as I finished my little stint at the shop, stating he would be home within the hour. That gave me just enough time to set up the goodies I had bought for a real fun night together. 

I changed into the leather shirt, hat, gloves, and pants which I had acquired. I rubbed my new belly as it was strained against the leather shirt, feeling the taught belly react to my fingers tracing themselves over it. I had heard the door unlock and I smiled, eager to begin our night. 

“Babe? You home?” Ryan called out. He closed the door behind him. He set something on the kitchen counter by the front door and paused, he must be reading the note I left him telling him to enter the bedroom. I could hear him chuckle. 

“Okay….? What’s going on?” He called out. I heard the foot steps and the door opened. I had placed candles around the bedroom, drew the curtains and allowed for only the light from the flames give any glimmer of sight. As he looked around the room, he saw me, arms folded, flexing my biceps and forearms at him, tilting my head and giving him a cock eyed grin. 

“What is all this?” He asked with a nervous laugh. 

“This,” I told him, “Is my little treat to you.” He looked amused, uneasy, and inquisitive. He stepped closer, closing the door behind him, removing any outside light that would impede on the atmosphere I had set up. 

“You know,” he said, “All I asked for you to get on your way home was milk.” 

“Forgot the milk,” I told him. I grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him in. “But I made sure to bring plenty of cream,” I growled. I leaned in and kissed him, my tongue ensnaring his. He did little to fight back, submitting to me almost instantly. He body sunk a little, his inhibitions drifting away. When I pulled away, he looked gob smacked. 

“Wow babe, what’s gotten into you?” He asked. His glasses had fogged up from my breath trailing down his face. 

“Just decided to have a little fun,” I told him. I removed his glasses and tossed them to the side. “Now, let’s get to playing.” I grabbed at the buttons of his shirt and ripped them apart, revealing his furry chubby body. He was just as sexy as Barney and it drove me wild. I leaned down, clamping one of his nipples with my teeth and nibbling at them. Ryan moaned and fell back, but I was quick to get one of my gloved hands on his lower back to hold him steady. He shivered from the touch, but did nothing to pull away from me. 

I released his nipple and trailed my tongue down from his chest to his belly, kissing around it and admiring every edge of him. I was quick to undo his belt, the top fly of his jeans, but took my time unzipping his fly, feeling each of the teeth on it release as I pulled the line down. 

“Oh my god babe, you’ve never done it like this before,” he said, chuckling. I didn’t bother to respond, but chose to take both hands, wrap them around his waistband, and yank his jeans down. His cock was only chubbing, leaving so much room still for growth. I took notes from the hunk at the leather shop, slowly running my tongue along the shaft, feeling the flow of blood as it flowed into his cock. He moaned, my tongue lathering up his dick before making it shine in the light casted upon it from the flames. The flickering of his shaft’s shadow flashed across my face as my eyes began to gaze upon it hungrily. 

I cupped his balls in my hands, fondling them and let the leather caress them as they grew more taught in the cool hide. I looked up at him, his eyes begin to overtake with lust as I scooped his dick into my open mouth. I could feel it pulse as each inch began to grow inside of me. It took only a few seconds for him to become rock hard and I was pushing its head to the back of my throat. I refused to gag, to let him see any weakness in me. 

My lips reached the base of his dick, the smell of the day permeated and mingled with the intoxicating aroma of the leather. I pulled his cock in and out of my mouth, savoring the taste of my new boyfriend as the rumbles of pleasure escaped from his chest. I could feel his dick becoming stick as a rock and knew that if I kept this up, the fun would be over before I was even close to being done. I let it slip out from between my lips and sat up, pulling him in to kiss him. He fought back this time, his tongue wrestling with mine. But I had too much control and made him submit to me once more. When I pulled away, I bit into his lip softly and pulled it. I let go and growled. 

“On the bed,” I commanded. He was such an adorable submissive boy. He crawled on top of the sheet and laid back, awaiting my next command. 

“Now, for your next surprise,” I said. I pulled out the ropes I had hid under the bed. His eyes grew and I could see the familiar trace of fear cross his face. 

“Is that rope?” He asked. I smiled and nodded. He swallowed nervously. “We uhhh.. we never have done anything like that.” I untethered the rope and began tying a knot on one of the bed posts. 

“First time for everything,” is all I responded with. I tugged at the finished knot. Holding out a hand, I was at least giving him the courtesy of choosing to go on. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately gave me his hand. 

“Good boy,” I told him. I took his hand, lovingly tying the top around his wrist, making sure to not make it too tight on him. I pulled at it once I had finished.

“Comfy?” I asked him. He nodded. Making my way to the other side of the bed, I did the same thing for his left hand. When it was completed, I took a step back and admired the cute bearded cubby, restrained and waiting for whatever I had next in store for him. I crawled on the bed myself, the springs squeaking in protest. I was on top of him now, the dim lighting being just enough to see the flicker of fire in his eyes. I kissed him once more and began to fell him up. The leather from the gloves touched every inch of his body, making him whimper. 

He pulled at the ropes, his own arms flexing in the candlelight. I teased him further, lightly touching every part of his body I could find, making a mental note of where I wanted to play with him next. I licked my hand, the leather tracing itself on my tongue. It was just lathered enough to glide across his still slimy cock, pumping up and down, teasing him as he pulled harder on his restraints. 

“Fuck babe….” He moaned, his teeth gritting from the sensation. I picked up the pace, his arms were going more wild as he pulled on the ropes, desperate to react however he could to my pull. 

“Fuck.. I’m close,” he said. It was my cue to let go and watch his cock bounce, desperately trying to regain my touch. He laughed and groaned out. 

“You’re an asshole,” he told me, growling and baring his teeth. I cooed, tutting in response. 

“Now that wasn’t very nice. Looks like I need to show you who’s boss,” I said. I crawled back and stood at the edge of the bed on my knees, cradled in between his legs. Unzipping the front of my pants, I unleashed my dick, which I had encased the base in a leather cock ring. Looking down, I let a trail of saliva hang from my mouth and drip up on. My hand was quick to apply to spit, lathering up my cock in anticipation. 

“You ready baby?” I asked him. He seemed more scared than ever. 

“Well I mean,” he said, unsure. “I haven’t really bottomed for you in what, two years? You said you really didn’t like it.” I shrugged, positioning my cock right by his hole. 

“Let’s just see where this takes us,” I told him. He didn’t give me any further signs of protest, but slunk back further into the pillows. Positioning his legs up on my shoulders, I toyed with his hole, the head of my cock begging for insertion. I applied pressure softly as he moaned, his restraints being pulled on once more. After some effort, the head slid in. He threw his head back, closing his eyes and moaning like a bitch. 

“FUCK!” He yelled out. I let my dick rest for a second before pushing on. Slowly, more of me entered him. He moans grew loader as I disappeared further. He was so god damn tight! Probably hadn’t had his ass played with at all in those two years. I couldn’t take it so slow any more and pushed the rest of myself inside. I had reached the base of my cock when I could see him panting, his breathing picking up as I moaned in unison. 

“That’s it boy!” I yelled out to him. “You feel so good for daddy.” He looked back at me with an eyebrow raised. 

“Daddy?” He managed to pant out, exasperated. ‘You’ve never-“ I pulled out and pushed myself back in deep, cutting him off as he moaned. I could feel my cock hitting his prostate, massaging it as each vein glided past it. I kept a steady rhythm up as I pushed myself back and forth. He groaned with each hit of the shaft passing through his hole. The slap of the leather hitting his thighs became rhythmic and only increased in tempo as I picked up the speed. I was practically jack hammering him now, I could feel the sweat building underneath my leather suit. 

“Fuck baaaaabe!” He moaned out. His hands were turning as red as his face as he pulled full force on my knots. Sweat was dripping from me and splaying on his jiggling belly. Each hit of my cock against his hole let to a ripple affect across his chubby body, only making me more aroused. The knowledge that this could be my new life, my new kinky little boyfriend, seeing him become my bitch. It was becoming too much for me to handle. 

“Fuck babe, I’m cumming!” I yelled out. He looked back at me in submission and snarled his teeth. 

“Cum for me baby, cum in me!” He yelled back. I wrapped my arms around his thighs and pushed my cock as far fucking deep as I could, the color draining from my face as I reached climax. Even with my detour earlier, I could feel pump after pump of cum as I seeded my new boy’s hole. I coated him, spreading my cum  and claiming him as mine. 

I was panting, my cock still inside of him and releasing whatever load was left. I came to my senses and looked down at my work. Ryan was panting just as hard a I was, with a trail of cum splattered on his belly, trailing up to his furry chest. 

“Damn, you make this mess?” I asked him playfully. He smiled and dropped his arms as far as they could, given their restriction. 

“I’ve… never cum hands free before,” he said in between breaths. He looked down and saw the scene which I had built for us. “What has gotten into you?” He asked. I pulled myself back, letting my dick flop messily against my fly. 

“Just a whole new me I guess.” 

[beardysuits]

Family Matters

“You know, your brother really has a perkier ass than I expected him to,” Ashten said, eyeing his borrowed body in the mirror. He threw his head back and lifted his new cheeks with his hands, then dropped them, making them jiggle in the tight briefs we had brought with us. 

“It’s a shame he’s always wearing those baggy camo pants, they don’t do anything to show off this off,” he continued. 

I was sitting on the edge of the bed in Brendon’s room, bouncing my leg and watching as Ashten toyed around with my brother’s body. He was flexing and groping at every inch he had stolen. I of course had to admit I was incredibly turned on, watching my veteran brother take on my best friend’s mannerisms, but I was too nervous about the next step in our plan to really focus. 

Ashten and I had always been somewhat kinky, he would constantly make comments on my brother, saying how hot he was and always ogling at him. It got even worse the one year we were all in high school together and Brendon was the star football player. Truthfully, I was never close with my brother. Even though he was only three years older, we felt lifetimes apart. He had the stereotypical peak high school career and then went off to high school right after graduation, and I… well, I was the pudgy younger brother who did robotics. The rift between my brother and I extended to my father, well, step dad, who got to relive his glory days of football through him, while not knowing what I was talking about when discussing my interests. I almost think a selling point of him marrying my mom was that he got the jock son he always wanted, even if I was part of the package.

Truthfully, I always wanted to know what it would be like to be my brother or dad, bigger, but in the right way. Muscles, strong stature, confidence; they had all of those, while I had love handles and acne. Ashten was my only real friend and while puberty did a number to his libido, he stuck by me, though sometimes I wondered if it was to come over and stare at my brother. 

An opportunity arose when Ashten came over last week excitedly, explaining he had found this vial online that would actually allow for us to take over any bodies we wanted. I thought he was crazy, but with Brendon in town from his latest deployment and staying with my dad and I for a few months, Ashten convinced me to at least try it. He snuck in while Brendon was taking a nap, I didn’t bother stopping him as I figured when his little plan failed, it would be a good lesson on maybe finally leaving my brother alone. 

Ashten took the vial just moments earlier, but even as he approached Brendon, his skin became so slippery looking. That’s when I got intrigued. Ashthen jumped at Brendon and within seconds, he was actually doing down his throat! Brendon jumped awake but was too startled to do anything. Soon enough, Ashten slurped his way inside and Brendon laid still. The moment he opened his eyes he shot up and gasped for air. Immediately he was feeling himself up and checking himself out in the mirror, bringing us to where we left off. Ashten turned to me and raised one his eyebrows.

“What’s wrong man? I thought you’d be excited,” he said in Brendon’s voice, which I was still getting used to. I got up and paced, my nerves absolutely shot.

“Yeah man, I thought it was just some dumb joke or fantasy! I mean, you’re my fucking brother! Like… how is this even possible?” I asked him. He clapped his arms on my shoulders, which pushed me down.

“Sorry, not used to my new strength,” he chuckled. “Look, it’s real okay? And it’s temporary, so don’t even worry about it. Besides, your stepdad can be pretty sexy, it’s not weird, no blood involved”. 

“Besides me fucking my own brother,” I corrected him. 

“You mean him fucking you,” he countered, bopping me on the nose. I swatted his hand away but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. “Just see where rebellion takes you,” he growled into my ear. I could feel myself pitching a tent and trembling. He let go and laughed to himself before going back to the mirror. 

“I’m just fucking with you man,” he said. He glanced at me through the reflection in the mirror. “Or rather, I will be,” he continued, his eyes narrowing. He was challenging me, wanting to take top dominant spot. And while seconds ago I was stunned and terrified, only lust and the desire to best him entered my brain now.

“We’ll see how the tables turn when I’m daddy,” I retorted. He smirked before clearing his throat. 

“Hey dad! Can you get in here?” He called out. Turning to me, he winked. “Showtime.” 

I could hear my stepdad’s heavy steps climbing up the stairs. I dashed into Brendon’s closet and uncorked the vial. Slamming it down, I nearly started choking from the taste. It was vile! Sour, bitter and almost like I was drinking toilet water. I began to feel a film develop on my skin, reminding me that I had to strip down. With the minimal space available to me in the closet, it took a few attempts to get my shirt and pants off, almost busting out of the door as I did. Once I was down to my underwear, I heard Brendon’s door open and the steps of my step dad as he walked in. 

“What’s up bro?” He asked. Fucking shit I hated when he called Brendon that. He was just a substitute friend, not a son to him. 

“I’m not feeling great, can you come here real quick?” Ash… I mean Brendon said. 

“Umm…okay,” he said, stepping past the closet. I cracked open the door and saw him standing to the right, just past where I was. I slipped off my underwear and opened the door wider as he stepped closer to the bed. I almost slipped on the goo that was running down my legs. Brendon made eye contact with me just as my step dad made it to the edge of the bed. He was laying under the covers and made my brother look so pitiful. 

“So… what’s going on? You like, sick or something?”

“Yeah, I guess you could say I’m sick,” Brendon said. I was right behind him when Brendon smirked. “Sick of seeing you with pants on!” He called out, flinging the comforter off himself and diving at my dad’s gym shorts. 

“What the fuck!?” He called out as Brendon pulled down the shorts and revealed his former jock ass. Even 20 something years after high school, his ass was surprisingly perky. 

“Dude!” I called out, panicking. 

“Go in the ass!” Brendon yelled out, grabbing my dad and forcing him to bend over. Fucking hell! I ran forward and dived like I was going in to a pool, hoping this would work. His hole was spread open as my hands made contact. I began to slide inside and before I knew it, my head was engulfed into total darkness. I could feel the rumble of my dad as he yelled, his virgin as being penetrated for the first time. It was like I was going through a slip n slide. I felt my legs slip through, my ankles getting snagged right before slipping past the opening which squelched as it closed behind me. I stretched myself out, digging through his body to assimilate. One by one though, each limb slid into place, I could feel my borrowed strength come to me as each arm and leg took over. There was a tightness in around my face as I pushed through his neck. It was almost as if I couldn’t breathe. A panic began to grow as I struggled to breathe, only to feel my face lock behind his and I gasped for air. 

My eyes shot open to see the floor of Ashton’s room, my meatier hands pressed against it, barely holding me up. The fresh breaths of air were exhilarating as I became accustomed to my new weight. My breathing finally came to a regular pattern when I saw two bare feet saunter over and stop in front of me. Looking up, I came face to face with Ashton’s erect cock, his sly smirk peaking over the shaft as he looked down on me. 

“Well ‘dad’, looks like you could use a hand,” he said. He cocked his head to the side and bit his lip. “And I could use a mouth”. Any resistance I had planned on giving him immediately melted away and I pushed myself up high enough to tickle the head of his dick with my tongue. He chuckled, his leg spasming a bit. 

“Don’t be such a fucking tease,” he groaned, grabbing the base of his cock and slapping me in the cheek with it. 

“I want your lips around it,” he told me. I obeyed, taking my step father’s mouth and parted it just wide enough to allow him passage. Fuck, there was a clear taste which suggested Brendon hadn’t showered in a few days. It was almost intoxicating though. I used my tongue and lapped around the shaft of his cock, my lips slithering further down until I was almost to the base. There was clear resistance from my body as I could feel myself wanting to gag. Tears began to well in my eyes, tempted to break free. I held them back though, not wanting to give him any more of a boost in his ego. 

He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down until my nose was buried into his pubes. The head of his dick rammed into the back of my throat, causing me to choke and pull back instinctively. He let go of me, my head lunging back and leaving me to cough while the water in my eyes streamed down my cheeks. 

“We’ll have to work on that, don’t want to have a daddy that’s such a pussy,” Ashten said, his hands on his knees and that stupid fucking smile on his face. 

“Fuck off,” I told him, getting up. He grabbed ahold of my wrist and pushed me against the wall. He pulled himself in closer until his mouth was against my ear. 

“That’s right, your son is stronger than you now. So how about you be a good daddy and just follow some simple instructions?” He asked. His other hand reached down and stroked my cock, which I had only just realized was out as he had pulled these pants down just before I took over. 

“Your first order is to have fun,” he said. His fingertips caressed my new sheath, making me tremble as the slightest motions sent shockwaves of pleasure across my body. “The second,” he continued, “Is to show off for me.” He pulled away from my ear, his grip tightening around my cock. Kissing my cheek, the locked eyes with me and licked his lips. 

“W… what do you want to see?” I asked him. He raised an eyebrow, as if anticipating more. “Son?” I added. He smiled and relaxed his shoulders. 

“I want to play dress up,” he said, letting go of my wrist and strolling past me to his closet. He opened up the door and rummaged for a second before throwing some clothes at me. I looked through and saw a football pants and a jockstrap. 

“I want my football player daddy to dress up, strip down, and then take his son’s cock. I want his seed to rest in him while he touches himself, and then, when I tell him to, he can stain these pants with his cum.” Ashten must have planned out this fantasy for ages now. And despite how much I began to resent him for having his planned far more in advance than he let on, I was too turned on to object. I fiddled with the jock before sliding it on, feeling the tight straps cling to my thighs which were far too girthy to be contained by it. I figured the pants would present a similar issue, but luckily they were meant for padding, so despite being a snug fit, I was able to get them on with little trouble. I hated to admit it, but feeling the compression of the shorts and jock was fucking sexy. I could feel my cock pressing itself against both layers, begging to be released. 

“Now give you son a lil smile,” he said, eyeing me up. I obeyed, grabbing at my cock and tugging it through the pants. I felt like a fucking sexy bull in my step dad’s body and Brendon’s football gear. Maybe we would have to do more of this after all. 

“Good boy,” he said, pulling me in close and rubbing his hands over my chest. “I think this suits you quite nicely”. He leaned in and stuck his tongue in my mouth, wrestling with mine before pulling away and spinning me to face the bed. 

“Let’s see that sexy ass now,” he ordered me. I did as he commanded, getting on the bed and pulling down the pants to my knees. I wiggled my ass, making him coo as I peaked over my shoulder. He had leaned against the bed and proceeded to slap my ass with his new hands. He had a death grip on my cheeks, spreading them apart and diving in face first. My borrowed voice let out a deep moan as I felt his tongue rim my hole, tickling the edges and lathering them up. I could feel my jockstrap beginning to dampen as precum began to leak from the sensation. The tingle of pure eroticism made my whole body shiver as I loosened up for me new son. 

“Fuuuuuckk…” I managed to moan out, feeling my legs spread further apart, until the constraint of my pants held them from moving any further. I wished I could get a photo of this, I would look at it every damn night; my brother having his face buried in my step dad’s ass, making him almost cum on the spot. 

“I think we’re ready,” he told me, getting up. Before I could even react, I felt Brendon’s thick cock press against my hole and slide in. The shockwave of pain made me yell out and throw my head back. Brendon grabbed the small tuft from my head he could grasp and pulled my head back. I could catch a glimpse of him from behind as he pounded away in me. His cock hit my prostate like a jackhammer, picking up speed and making me lose myself in the ecstasy. 

The pain had immediately subsided and soon I was overcome with the rush of pleasure as he dominated my hole. He pulled out, leaving my hole to gape and beg for more. He stepped up fully on the bed and pressed his thighs against mine before lowering himself down. It took only a second of working around it before his cock found his way inside of me again. His arms wrapped around my chest as he hugged me close and went in like a bullet train. It was becoming way too much for me to handle, without even touching myself, I could feel my balls tightening and the pressure building. 

“Oh fuck! Fuck I’m about to cum!” I yelled out. 

“Yeah daddy cum for me!” He yelled back. He wrapped an arm around my neck and squeezed, leaving me light headed as cum spurt inside of my jock. Each load felt more powerful than the last and I could feel my cock swimming in it as the jock cupped my seed. 

“Fuck daddy, I’m going to seed you,” he moaned. His last few thrusts were powerful, pushing his cock balls deep inside of me until he let it rest in place. I could feel it twitch inside of me as wave after wave of his load spread inside. He threw his head back and roared like a god damn lion. He was breathing so heavy, exhausted and spent. He pulled out, a sensation almost as enjoyable as the feeling of his cum coating me. 

Once he was out, I could feel the dribble of cum leak from my hole, trailing down my taint and mixing with the cum I had still had resting in my jock. Looking down, I could see the small pool of it stain the bed. 

“Fuck dude, we’re doing this again,” he said, walking away to admire himself in the mirror once more. “There’s no way I’m letting this be a one time thing,” he continued, flexing. 

“Okay ‘son’, I think I can make that work,” I told him, my knees giving away and allowing me to fall stomach first on the bed. I looked over my shoulder to see him admiring his work. 

“But next time,” I told him, “I get to be Brendon”. 

[beardysuits]

Man of the House

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He’s such a fucking asshole…

I slammed the door behind me and threw my backpack to the ground, trying to still my breathing and not rage out. 

“Hey! What yourself slamming those god damn doors! I don’t see any checks coming from you to pay for them!” Dad shouted from down the hall. Yeah you barely pay for them you piece of shit. I walked over to my dresser mirror and examined my bruised eye. Rodney, the fucking ape, thought I was staring at his ass in the hall and decided to beat the hell out of me. I mean, I was, I can’t excuse my wandering eye. But an innocent peek is way more excusable than queer bashing. 

I could excuse it to some extent, he’s just some idiot jock. But my dad is who really pissed me off. I had tried to sneak past him to go to my room, but there he was, laying with his third beer on the couch (the other two empty bottles sitting on the floor) and catch me. Called me out for being beaten up for being a fag and told me I had to man up. 

“I’m scared of the day you become the man of your house,” he had said before scoffing. “Or should I say woman?” He laughed to himself before taking another drink of his backwash brew. I had stormed off and here we are. He’s such a prick, using me as a punching bag; both literally and figuratively. Never man enough, never tough enough, never amounting to even his lowest expectations. I was fucking man enough, I would show him. I’d love to walk right up to him and punch him in his smug fucking face. 

I was getting more and more worked up, my breathing escalating before I couldn’t control it anymore. I turned and stormed back out the door to confront him. Swinging open the door, I made my way back to the living room only to stop right in my tracks. He was of course still there, now on his fourth beer, but his hand was stuck in his pants. He looked over at me not surprised or angry, just amused. 

“Oh look who decided to come see his old man? Got another shiner you wanna show off?” He took his hand out of his pants and zipped up. 

“Don’t get turned on by what you just saw. Bad enough you’re queer as a two dollar bill, let alone wanting to fuck your old man.” My anger began to rise again as he sat up and stared at me, fiddling the beer between his fingers. He took another swig and tossed a hand in the air. 

“So you’re queer and mute? Least there’s some kind of improvement,” he said, getting up from the couch and walking past me. He shouldered me, pushing me to the side. 

“Fuck you,” I mumbled, my hands clenched, trembling as my knuckles turned white. I heard him stop shuffling. 

“Oh you got something to say?” He asked. “The only balls I thought you had would be in your mouth.” I spun on the spot, my arm raised and without aim. My knuckles made contact with his jaw and he slumped the ground, crashing as the beer he was holding bounced away. If it weren’t for the alcohol in his system, there’s no way I would have knocked him down. Immediately I began to panic. He was already rough enough with me just because he had a bad day at work, I couldn’t image what he was about to do. 

The only thing was, he wasn’t getting up. I stepped closer and kicked my foot at him. Leaning down, I crept my face closer to his, seeing if he was still breathing. A soft moan escaped from his lips and I could finally see the soft movement in his chest pressed against the floor, signaling a sign of life. Oh thank god…. Getting up, I pushed my foot against his leg, seeing if it would wake him. Nothing. He was out cold. Which… gave me an idea. A sick, but completely worth it idea. Dad wants to make fun of me for being some kind of queer? Let’s see how he likes it. 

I pushed my fingers down the back of his waistband and tugged slightly, gauging how much it would risk waking him. Pulling further, I managed to shimmy both his jeans and briefs down to his knees. His d*ck flopped under him, pressed against the cold wooden floor. God, you would hope for being such an asshole, it would be due to having a small d*ck, but of course he was packing a bull of a jock. He still wasn’t moving, so I fished my phone out of my pocket and took a few pictures of his ass. Which, was surprisingly bubbly for his age. I guess being a washed out high school jock turned construction worker did wonders to the glutes. Now if he gave me any more lip, I was going to share these online and humiliate him. I was about to put my phone away and pull the pants back up when a new idea tugged at my intrigue. Damn, was I really going to do this? I bit my lip, nervous but curious about the idea. 

My hand was shaking as I reached out to his ass. Using my thumb, I pushed one his cheeks to the side to reveal his hole. I snapped another photo and yanked my hand back as he grumbled. Okay, this was way too fucking risky…. But still, what if I went a little further? The coffee table was behind me, I angled my phone against it so you could see me only from my torso down, but his body was in full frame. I hit record and moved closer to him. Spreading open his ass with one hand, I took my index finger and trembled as it approached his hole. 

I brushed the tip of my finger against it, it was oddly smooth and puckered out at me upon contact. He made no noise at all as I did so. I was fueled by intrigue, lust, and stupidity as my finger approached it once more. I prolonged the contact this time, pushing so gently, but assuredly. I was able to penetrate to which I could have sworn I heard the soft sound of air escape his chest. Pushing further, I was able to get to my first knuckle, without so much as a peep from him. It was warm and so tight, his hole wrapped around my finger perfectly, like it was practically begging for more. I obliged and pushed more in until I reached the end of my finger, the tip of which brushed against a lump I could only assume was his prostate. Pulling my finger out, I was relieved to see it come out clean. 

Spitting onto it and my middle fingers, I lathered them up and sat them one on top of the other. I had completely disassociated and went into autopilot. Dad’s hole was begging for me to feed it. I pushed both fingers within ease, perhaps even easier than the first time. I worked them back and forth, pushing against his prostate each time I did so. I saw his pole twitch and begin to slither out as it grew in size. Sweat began to trickle down my back as I worked his hole, stretching him wider and wider. I pull my shirt off, getting way too hot to keep it on. Three fingers, let’s see if he can take three. My ring finger wiggled its way inside, pushing the other two aside to be embraced by the warmth of his entrails. My own pole had begun to press against my pants, begging to be freed from its prison and embrace the moment. With my free hand, I yanked them off, my foot getting caught in the cuff. I was able to free myself and soon I found myself naked in my living room, still finger fucking my deadbeat dad.

Four, no, five. Let’s fucking see if he can take a whole god damn hand! My pinky and thumb didn’t hesitate to stretch him wider. It was odd, almost magical the way he just opened up to me. In only a few minutes, I was able to get all fingers inside with little hesitation from him. His hole was sucking me in, slobbering as it wanted to eat more of me. It was only once my entire hand was inside that I realized that may be meant literally. I could almost feel sucked closer to him. How the fuck was he not waking up?

I looked up to see the back of his head poked out from his wife beater. Fuck, what was I doing? I pulled my hand back, snapping to the reality of the situation. But, it wouldn’t budge! In fact, the very act of trying to free myself only led to me being pulled further in, I was halfway to my elbow! I grabbed my arm with my free hand tried to pull back, but it was no use, I kept going further and further in. I wormed a couple fingers from my right hand to try and stretch him enough to pull myself out, but those got sucked in too! It had managed to encapsulate my free fingers and was taking the rest of the hand with it! I planted my bare feet to the ground and yank, only to lose my footing and fall face forward, up to my elbows inside of him. 

His hole was stretched, but refused to break. I flexed my fingers and could see the back of my hands press from inside of him against his back. It was like they were in a suit of him. 

“Dad! Dad wake up! Help me!” I pleaded, finally more afraid of what was happening to me instead of him finding himself like this. But what was I kidding? If having a full grown human halfway inside of him didn’t wake him up, what good would yelling do? The pull was becoming stronger and sucking me in faster. I was up to my shoulders now and knew what would happen next. But without my arms, I had no balance at all. I kicked my feet and tried to find anything to grip my legs on to, but I was being pulled away too quickly to do anything about it. 

My forehead was pressing against the edge of his ass. I tried to pull my head away, but it was no use. I felt my hair break through as I was pulled in. My chin brushed against his now fully erect manhood as it pulsed with each pull from him. The last thing I saw before being sucked up was his taint as it was stretched nearly to its limit. It was dark in here, the sound of his heartbeat echoed and pounded against my ears. I could feel the cool air still outside from my torso and legs, but all I could focus on was the feeling of being inside of him. I finally had control of my arms again though, but it did little to help my situation. I tried to claw my way out, but it made me almost shoot forward. I felt a lurch as the rest of my body down to my waist was pushed inside. 

It was oddly comfortable in here, like being wrapped in a skin tight blanket. But man that beating was driving me crazy! Fuck it, there’s no way out of this. Maybe… if I went out the other way…? I pushed myself further, feeling my own piece slide inside. Damn… that actually felt really good. Inside of here, it was like it was enclosed in a warm, silky sheath. The body began to feel more enclosed as my thighs were enclosed, but I could feel the hole fighting up again as less and less of me was left to take in. I began to feel somewhat claustrophobic and I fought to get some form of air. Spreading my arms out, I could feel the sides of his body and moved them up until I found two holes. 

Pushing my arms out, they began to slide into new homes, sliding down the caverns until they were met with… were those his fingers? I wiggled my fingers until I could feel them slither into place like his hands were gloves of flesh. I could feel his hole tightening as the last bits of my feet were pushed inside. There was a small pop when the last of my toes made it in. I instinctively kicked my legs around until they found slots of their own to go down. I shimmied them down until I found what I was certain were his feet. It took some wriggling, but soon enough my toes found their way into his. I wiggled them and felt the cool flooring beneath me. It was still pitch black, but I had gotten a sense of what was happening, and there was only one step left. I pushed my head up and felt a strong tight grip around myself. Like… that of his neck pressed against me. I began to struggle to breathe and pushed harder, as if I was trying to break the surface of water while drowning. I felt a snap and my head hit an elastic ceiling. 

My eyes shot open and I gasped for air, catching my breath while taking in my surroundings. I was level to the ground, my vision parallel to the dirty wooden floors of my living room. I looked around and twitched my fingers, feeling them move freely and rapped against the wood. I pushed myself up, noticing the wife beater adorning my chest and… FUCK! I looked down to see a massive boner perched in front of me, thick and glistening with precut. Dad’s… I guess… MY jeans were still hugging my knees and trailing under me. I turned around saw nothing but the sheen of pre and saliva adorning the wooden floor. 

“Holy f*ck…” I said before slapping a hand against my mouth. That was dad’s voice! This… I rubbed my fingers across my chin. This was dad’s beard! Were my suspicions true? I stood up, my new legs wobbling as I adjusted to my new weight. I must have packed on a good fifty pounds and beer gut. 

I found walking too difficult, so I pulled my new briefs up and snapped the band around my waist, my c**k still soaking them. Kicking off my jeans I stumbled to the bathroom and forced open the door. I snapped on the light and looked in the mirror to see my father, his face adorned with shock and awe, a look I had never seen from him. Leaning against the countertop I peered closer, taking it all in. I was him alright, though I could see it was actually my blue eyes and not his brown ones. Aside from that, I was the spitting image of my piece of shit father. Holy shit… I was him! I could feel my c**k twitch against the briefs even more at the idea of impersonating him. 

I almost even reached in and began to pump it but felt like that had to be wrong, right? Maybe I could try force myself out. And then… well I don’t know what. I had no idea what to even do. Did I just lose my own life and become him permanently? Did I lose half my life to just be some old asshole who beats his son. Or, used to? Maybe this was my way of escaping. I had no money, no prospects and at least another year before I could graduate and get myself out of his deadbeat town. What if this was my way out of here and starting fresh? I smiled in the mirror to myself, becoming more okay with this new situation by the minute. 

Okay dad, looks like we’re going to be doing things a little differently around here! Starting it looks like with my new friend… I pulled the band of my underwear down and marveled at my new c**k. I swung my hips and felt it thrust wildly. Lifting my top up, I let it come up and slap me against my new hair stomach, which rippled upon my d*ck’s impact. Oh this was going to be fun. Dad gave off serious top energy and I was going to use that to my advantage… Or maybe I should have somebody show me how it’s done first…? I ran the living room, finally adjusted to my new weight as if I had accrued it myself over the years. I found my phone to see it was still recording. Damn, I’m going to have to watch that crazy video back soon. 

I turned off the recording and repositioned the phone so I could start posing. I did some of the typical poses I had seen guys do online: gripping at my new bulge and winking, lifting both arms up and licking at my pits (damn he really fucking reeked after a day at work!), sticking a tongue out and rolling my finger back, acquisitioning my boy to come here. I even decided to be a little playful and found a random book from school, flipping it to a random page and pretending to read as I spread my legs wide. 

I wanted to save it for whoever I had over here first, but I couldn’t help it. I decided I should record one more photo before publishing myself online. I set up the phone to record ones more and pulled down my briefs. I spit into my hand and lathered up my c**k, sliding my hand up and down the pole, feeling the ecstasy build as I watched my stolen body move under my whim. I kicked a leg up on the sofa and stretch my ass open, exposing my new hole to the lens. Fiddling a finger around, I slid into myself and penetrated. Daaaaamn, so this is what I had done to him? He should be thanking me! This was amazing. I let out a deep growl as I pushed my finger in and pushed against my prostate. A shockwave of pleasure rocketed through me as rubbed the palm of my hand against the head. I slid a second finger in and fucked myself, picking up the pace and dreaming of the first guy who would pump his load inside of me. The thought alone, mixed with the image of my homophobic father getting off to himself sent me over the edge. 

“Fuck, I’m cumming…” I moaned in my dad’s voice, my eyes desperately pleading for release. I looked myself square in the face as I felt the pressure build from my balls and finally pump itself out. FUCK! The streams of c*m rocketed out and sprayed themselves across my black tank, one even finding its way into my new beard. I forced as much c*m as possible out before I ran dry and was breathing as if I had just run a marathon. I looked at the phone, still recording as my father sat upon the sofa, two fingers inside of him and c*m splayed across his chest. I removed my fingers, wincing as my hole had tightened around them. Once they were removed, I sucked on my fingers, letting the little bits of c*m on them trickle down my throat. 

“Mmmm…” I moaned, before winking and turning off the recording. Damn, if that performance wouldn’t get me laid, I had no idea what would!

After I was done, I chose the best photos to accompany my little home movie and made my very own Grindr profile. I was a new daddy in the area looking for somebody big and strong to show me how to take a new man. Which, shouldn’t be too hard for this body. It took an entire human, how bad could one d*ck be? I finally snapped one final photo, a cute little selfie to hopefully draw in some cuties. 

It wasn’t long before I had myself set up and messaged any guy who piqued my interest - and there were a ton of them! Man, I hope I’m not out of this for quite some time! 

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It has been about three months now, I still have no idea how to get out of dad and honestly, that’s fine. Turns out being a construction worker daddy and being a little bottom slut was exactly what every guy in this town needed. Sure, I had topped a few times too, but this body was obviously meant to take rod. The first time as with this guy named Ryder. I was terrified, but man, when I felt his slide into my the first time, I almost came instantly. He was so fucking impressed with how well I took him and he became a regular at the household. He amongst others, found out that my old man was a huge slut and would take load after load from men with no names. 

 However, I made sure to gather as much evidence as my escapades as I could, just in case. I would video and photograph myself with any guy who gave me permission to do so. If dad somehow found a way to get rid of me, I had a whole archive to use against him. I wasn’t too worried about it though, I was perfectly happy with my new life. 

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“Someone there?” 

Shane’s father, Garry turned off the shower, wiped the water from his face, and grabbed for a towel to wrap around his waist. Shane walked into the bathroom with a sneer on his face.

“Shane?” Garry asked, “Give me just a minute, son. I’ll towel off here real quick and then the bathroom’s all yours.”

“Your body’s about to be all mine!” Shane countered, just before he lunged forward, taking his father by surprise and pinning the much larger man up against the still-wet tiles of the shower.

“Shane!” Garry yelled, “What are you –”

Shane put a hand over his father’s mouth and then began pushing himself forward until their bodies began to merge. His father squirmed and struggled as inch-by-inch, Shane took over his body.

“No! Shane! Why are you doing this!?”

“I’m tired of being a stupid, awkward teenager!” Shane whined, “I’m ready to be a man, and what better man to be than my own hunky dad?”

With that, he pushed forward with even more force, silencing Garry’s screams and moans the best he could until he had control of his father’s vocal cords.

“I’m almost all the way in now, Dad,” Shane spoke now in an odd combination of both his own high-pitched teenage voice and his father’s deep baritone.

“Ungh!” his father let out one final grunt in protest before Shane was finally all the way inside. His body convulsed, his head rolled limply around on his shoulders, his eyes fluttered open and shut. And then Shane was in control.

“Mmm…” he moaned, now fully with his father’s voice.

He ran his big new hands up and down his furry, muscled new chest, along his new short, silver-gray beard, and up over his shaved bald head. Then, he brought both hands down to his new Daddy dick, the dick that had made him. It sprung up instantly to a full erection, pre-cum already dripping from the head.

Shane decided to turn the shower back on and allowed the steam to swirl around his stolen new body as he felt himself up, letting his masculine moans echo off of the shower walls. He stroked his big new cock and felt it getting stiffer and stiffer in his hands. He bit his lip as the cum splattered out, up onto his chest, and even into his beard. He dipped his fingers in it and brought it up to his lips for a sweet and salty taste. He couldn’t believe that he was tasting his own father’s cum like this, and he knew that it wouldn’t be his last taste of it, either. 

“You taste delicious, Dad,” he bragged, “Just like I knew you would.”

He felt his manhood softening as his heartbeat steadied and the warm water continued to wash over him. Deciding to finish the shower, he made ample use of of his dad’s expensive, manly bath products. He loved that from now on, he was going to smell just like his father. He was going to use his shampoo, his deodorant, his cologne. No more cheap Axe body spray and teenage body odor for him, now he was going to smell like a real man.

After he fully rinsed himself off, he turned off the shower and stepped out, feeling quite literally like a new man. He looked into the mirror as he towelled off and grinned at seeing his father’s handsome reflection staring back at him. He couldn’t wait to start living his new life, the life of a hunky, sexy dad.

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From the archives

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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.

[returnofnonya]

From Thief to House Husband Part 2

In just 3 days I had grown attached to my new life. I had literally billions of dollars to spend, a mansion to explore, luxury cars to drive, and a wife who seemed to be gone quite often. Two of “my” sons were constantly out and about making friends and hanging out with them.

There was only one problem; Adam.

The eldest son of the Smith fortune. It appeared that he peaked in high school, and didn’t attend college. He spent his mornings in his gym and the rest of the day lazing about at home and inviting his so-called friends over. Rick may not have been able to see it, but as someone who used to rely on flirting with men who looked like they had more than $50 in their pockets, I knew a gold digger when I saw one.

Adam’s constant presence in the house meant I couldn’t have special company over, and I had to rely on the memory of sex with Ajax, a name I had learned a whole day after I let him fuck me. I kept wondering how I was supposed to work around this issue, then I remembered my special case of possession vials, and a good friend of mine who would enjoy the life of luxury.

So I got some cash and went to the local county jail, putting on my best remorseful face. I told the police that I was so regretful that my actions sent a shoplifter into cardiac arrest, causing his death. (I had learned soon after the hookup that my body passed away without anyone to inhabit it). I explained that the arresting officer had mentioned the hoodlum had a friend he often committed these crimes together with and wanted to help him find a better path in life, so I paid my friend Roy’s bail.

I waited outside of the entrance, sitting on the hood of my new Mercedes with a smirk on my face as Roy walked out, looking more puzzled than ever. “Look bro, I don’t need pity. Especially not from the guy who killed Mateo.” He stepped towards me angrily and I couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “Since when did the wealthy ever give a damn about us, Roy? Maybe those possession vials were worth something after all.” I winked and then walked around the car, getting into the driver’s side. I enjoyed the dumbfounded look on his face and smugly asked, “You getting in or did you want to hang around in that cell a bit more?” He scuffled into the car and we got going.

Before he could ask his barrage of questions I answered, “This basic looking bitch caught me shoplifting at Norm’s. I knew it would be my felony offense, so I panicked and pulled the vial out while concentrating on him. Next thing I knew, I was Rick Smith, multibillionaire and house husband. No more stares when I’m in any store but Dollar Tree, people worship the ground I walk on now! But I need your help.” He just grinned dumbly and nodded. “Anything for you, hermano. The billions are just a nice perk.” We both laughed a bit before I decided it was time to get serious again.

“He’s got three sons, all adults now. His oldest is Adam, about 24. The other two are social butterflies, rarely in the house except to sleep nowadays. Adam though, he treats the house like it’s his palace and invites a bunch of his fake friends over all the time. Total peaked in high school type guy. An easy mark in my old body, but now that he’s my son he’s preventing me from…enjoying this body to its fullest extent.” Roy raised an eyebrow at this. “And how am I supposed to help? Fake date him or something?” I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “Again, rich white kid who peaked in high school. He wouldn’t be caught dead with you, no. Fortunately I’ve still got a few vials, if you catch my drift.” A wide smirk crept across Roy’s face. “Yeah, yeah I do Dad.”

Soon enough, everything was in position. Roy was hiding in the kitchen pantry while Adam’s moocher friends were finally leaving. I pretended to be washing some dishes when Adam approached, throwing the plan off course a bit since I was just going to have Roy stealthily take over once the friends were gone. “Hey Dad, can we talk?” He asked, forcing me to put on Rick’s stupid smile. “Of course kiddo, what’s up?”

“You’ve been acting kind of…off lately?”

Oh boy…

“What do you mean?”

“You worship mom, but you forgot her name the other day. And you’re not as nice to my friends, or..us. You seem distant kind of. Plus, maybe I’m just paranoid, but I feel like your smile has been different lately.”

Fuck. I knew his dumb goody two shoes smile was important, so I practiced Rick’s smile based on his photos a lot. Guess I hasn’t gotten it down perfectly. Wait, why am I worried? Adam won’t exist in a few seconds.

“To be perfectly honest with you, loser, I’m not your Dad. I’m Mateo, the shoplifter who mysteriously died a few days ago.” I smirked, Adam’s eyes widening with fear as he backed away. “W-what? Dad, this is a weird joke.” I just laughed, stepping closer to him. “This isn’t a joke. I tried pretending to give a fuck about you, but your constant couch mooching has gotten on my last nerve. I’m trying to have some guys over to break your dad in, and I can’t do that with a witness! That’s why I bailed my hermano, or should I say, hijo, Roy out of prison today. He’s going to use the same serum I used to steal your dad’s body to steal yours. Then no one will know that you both are gone.”

Adam’s eyes darted all over the place, trying to find Roy. The cabinet creaked open and he saw Roy’s eyes for just a second before he faded to black. Roy had consumed the vial, and by the time Adam saw him it was too late, the possession was complete. He laughed and smiled widely, looking down at his new hands. “Holy shit! This body feels amazing! So fit and tight…” he started to grope Adam’s tits, moaning out in pleasure. “Heh, enjoy it son. I’ve got to get rid of the evidence, feel free to explore your new life in the meantime.”

I picked up Roy’s now vacant body, carrying it to a box we had designated out in the pool house in the backyard. It would stay there until we figured out a disposal method.

I came back in a few minutes later and found Roy standing in the living room, wearing Adam’s old football gear with a wide smirk.

“Hey, Dad.” He said seductively, walking to me now. “I wanted to thank you for all that you’ve done for me.” He said and grinned from ear to ear. I couldn’t help but find myself enamored with his getup. “How…where?” He just chuckled as he unbuttoned my shirt. “When you said he peaked in high school, my mind wandered to one thing. Thankfully, my assumption was right.” He said, kissing my neck and pulling my shirt open, slowly descending down my body, littering it with kisses and earning pleasured moans from me. “Fuck…I couldn’t be happier to have you for a son.” I chuckled, watching as he got down on his knees and pulled my cock out, wasting no time and sliding it into his mouth. “Fuck! Boy’s got a perfect set of lips~” I moaned out happily.

It was hard, but I tore my eyes away from Roy’s new ones to look at my surroundings. We were in the kitchen, which according to Rick’s photo album was likely his favorite spot to spend family time. He was quite the chef and apparently had made the candy the security guard was stuffing his face with the day of the possession. Now, his oldest son was blowing him off right there.

“God…tell me you stretched yourself while I was gone. I don’t want to wait to bust that pretty little straight hole open.” I said, looking back into Roy’s eyes. He just winked and then moaned on my cock, clouding my mind with the pleasure. “God fucking damn you’re such a slut…” I moaned out. Once he felt that I had enough spit he stood up, laying on his back on the kitchen table and pulling his compression pants down to reveal a white jockstrap, and a plug vibrating in his hole! “For one of his gold digger girls. A cheesy present from a straight fuck boy apparently, but we’re making it work for us.” Roy always cased every place we stole from. He could read people and environments very well, no one would know Adam was gone.

“Fuck, I could kiss you.” I growled, grabbing the base of the plug and pulling it out, earning a whimpery moan from him. “How about we do that first part first? Then we can kiss.” His smug expression looked perfect on Adam’s face. I wasted no time, pulling his legs over my shoulder and waist over the edge of the table. I slid into him with ease, leaning down and pressing my lips against his. He reciprocated with joy and I started to thrust the way I knew he loved it; hard and fast.

The sound of our skin slapping filled the kitchen and our tongues ravaged each other inside of his mouth, our moans muffled inside of them. It didn’t take long for sweat to build up, I was giving it my all and he was taking it like a pro, his body’s previous owner had built it for endurance. As we fucked the table wobbled underneath us, not built for the ferocity of our sex. Everything about this was so fucking hot that both of us were throbbing quickly.

I pulled back from the kiss, caressing his eyes and smirking. “We’ll have to work on these bodies’ sexual stamina. I think that’s a good way to spend father and son time together.” I chuckled as he nodded. “Couldn’t agree more. In the meantime, how about you show me the way you and mom made me?” He winked. God, seeing Adam’s face portray Roy’s demeanor drove me crazy. I thrusted one final time, roaring as I shot a load deep inside of him and the table gave out, collapsing underneath us as Roy shot his load high up into the air. As we reached the ground it arched, landing on the top of my head.

Once we had a second to gather our bearings and realize we just broke the dinner table and he had cum on the back of my head in a missionary position we started laughing. “Fuck, no more shoplifting, no more gold digging.” He said, panting as he looked around at the mansion.

“Life is perfect.” I said, smiling widely as I basked in the afterglow of our first father and son bonding session. “It’s all uphill from here.”

[beardysuits]

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.  

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Summer Submission: Dad Bod

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