Narco was your average kid in school, at least in appearance, but he was more intelligent and had excellent social skills when it came to talking to people which came from his knowledge of people psychology.
However, he also wasnât a normal person for he had a special ability that allow him to enter the body of another person.
He discovered this one day when there was a jock named Kevin who picked on him and would make fun of him a lot because he was superior to him in intelligence rather than physical skills.
One day, when they were the last people in the locker room, Kevin took Narco clothes and hid them he was in the shower.
When Narco came out looking for his clothes, Kevin said,
âI have your clothes right here, heheâ, said the jock.
Give me my stuff, said Narco aggressively.
Why donât you come and get it, said Kevin.
Narco charged at the bully in an attempt to get his bag, but the jock moved out the way, causing him to ram into a locker right behind him.
Knowing that Narco was shorter than him placed it above the locker.
If you want your stuff, maybe you can go outside and get a ladder, said the jock laughing.
Adding to the insult, he snatched Narco towel off him, leaving him exposed and open to anyone who would see him.
As the jock walked away, Narco humiliated and infuriated charged at him again, this time the bully jock was off guard and fail to the ground with Narco on his back.
While on the ground, Narco begin to merge with the bully jock body, the bully feeling sensation started panicking,
Whatâs going on, what are you doing to me, this is weird, said the jock as he felt Narco going into his body and very being.
The jock tried to resist, but it was futile.
Narco seeing what was happening begin to realize he was entering the jock and curious, he positioned his body despite his size comparison to the buff jock to align with his body.
His 17 year old teen cock into the much more season teen muscular ass sent shock wave of pain and ecstasy that the bully found it hard to focus on removing Narco.
After a short struggle, Narco managed to get into the Kevinâs body.
He felt his Goliath muscles and ass. His massive pecs and quads along with a special package that was large between them.
As he adjusted to the massive weight change of 220 from a lean 140 pounds he made his way to the mirror.
As he look in the mirror, he continued to explore his body, really excited about the strength and power that the bully jock body possessed. The excitement showed when the already large junk became erect and not able to contain himself began to touch it which sent a wave of pleasure in his body causing him to explore the sensation even more saying,
To be fair, after all the stress we had a moment ago, this could release some stem, hehe, said Narco in the jock deep voice giggling.
As he continued to rub and stroke the large cock, he tried to also resist falling from the amount of testosterone and euphoria going through the jock body still adjusting.
After a few minutes, he shot the jocks load which came out so fast that all of it didnât just hit the ground, but his hands, abs and nearly coated the whole mirror.
Narco even used the jock own fingers to get a scoop of the sticky syrup and licked it with his own mouth saying,
Mmmh, I guess this body produces good quality cum after all, hehe, said Narco with a light hearted laugh.
However, due to the body in a much more relaxed state from the post nut along with inexperience of using this possession ability, once the load was completed releasing from the powerful jock, Narco was ejected from the body.
The bully jock still recovering from the possession as well as the post nut clarity, which caused him to forget he was ever possessed. From afar, Narco hid in the stalls, watching to see what the jock does next. The jock coming to his full senses and drooling from his mouth realized that he was coated in cum as well as the mirror and floor.
What the fuck man, said Kevin in shock of all the mess he was in the middle of,
âShit, I was saving that energy to fuck some pussy tonight, but I guess I blacked out again looking at my reflection, haha, said the bully jock looking at the cum all around him.
Yea, this guy is dumb with a capital D, thought Narco.
Oh well, guess I better take a shower, said Kevin as he prepared to get his bar of soap.
Narco then reflects over what has transpired saying,
Man that was incredible, I never had that much fun in my life.
I wonder if I can do that again. Damn, itâs risky but all risk âcumâ with danger, haha, said Narco.
Narco paid attention and waited as the jock got into the shower. Once the jock finally started taking a shower, he made his move to see the jock rinse and lather the soap around his chest and underarms, waiting a few seconds for him to get lost in the process.
After a fair minute, he then slowly by steadily made his way to the shower curtain, as the jock had the water pour down his hair to his face.
Fear and excitement brewed in Narco as he stood 3 feet away from him, only blocked by the curtain.
Not able to take the suspense, he jump at the jock who despite being more superior in physically, was at a disadvantage due to being wet and caught off guard.
Landing on top of the jock perfectly grabbing his chest to cling, he begins to phase right through in near alignment as Narco chest and face as though to give an intimate kiss enter the jockâs body.
Because the transition was so smooth it offered little resistance as before.
As the jocks eyes open again, it was no longer him, but Narco in full control.
See that wasnât so hard was it, said Narco as he proceeded to shower the body, exploring it again as before.
As he couldnât help the rush of testosterone and horniness again, Narco said,
âYou shouldnât have dropped the soapâ,
as he blew his load in the shower in copious amounts. Despite the water running, you could literally see it go down the drain more than the water. For a moment, Narco thought it might clog it, it was so much cum.
âThatâs a dangerously high amount of testosterone in this jock, I guess this is why he canât control his emotions.â
âI guess I also donât have to worry about steroids since his junk is well over the normal expectations.â
âHe may have failed 9th grade three times and cheated a lot on class work, but props to this guy for being a natural athlete, hahaâ,said Narco.
Wanting to explore the life of the jock, he couldnât wait to indulge in the popularity.
Conveniently, the jocks and other popular kids were invited to a party at another jocks house to celebrate the end of the season.
He wouldâve had to worry about classes and family wondering where heâs at, but he already had been a week early on his week class assignment and his parents were too busy with work to even notice he was in his room.
While at the party, he was actually conversating and laughing with the jocks though he had to make sure he stayed somewhat true to the jocks normal personality.
But one person caught his interest and his name was Jack who was there with his girlfriend. Unlike everyone around him that seemed close, he stood out among them since he didnât act foolish or talk much.
Wanting to know him more, he approached him and said,
Hey, howâs it going Jack, having a good time, said Narco(in Kevin body).
Oh hey Kevin, yea everything is good, Iâm actually about to leave for the night, said Jack.
Leave, is something wrong, said Kevin.
Nothing, you know how it is for me, Iâm always busy, hehe.
Iâll see you in school tomorrow, said Jack as him and his girlfriend left.
This moment left a impact on Narco who is used outlandish jocks, but not one so goal oriented and mysterious as him which was new for someone like Narco who usually figured out people almost instantly.
Narco desired to have Jack, not like a friend but as a prized possession that went above anything else.
From then on, he planned continually how he would make Jack see him as Savior.
So for the next few days, he stalked Jack using his possession power at other times to gather information on Jack in order to gain knowledge on his psychology through his action, even crossing personal boundaries like possessing his parents having a little fun as his dad who being a single parent had insight on his son personality.
After 3 weeks, Narco content with this, put his final plan into motion, possessing the jock Kevin again to have an affair with Jackâs girlfriend, which was quite easy since she was always in need of attention from guys while Jack was often busy.
This eventually caused Jackâs girlfriend to break up with him, to ensure no one comforts him or give him any means of support, he had used Kevinâs body again to spread a rumor that made Jack so depressed and ashamed that he wouldnât enter school with something to cover his face and head to not be noticed.
This is when Narco would make his way to introduce himself personally when all things were going wrong in Jackâs life to appear as a Savior to him.
From this point forward they were very close eventually living together as there lives developed.
A/N: Exactly what it says on the tin can. Also if you know me, and you can deduce form this title, you probably know what the next one is.
âDustin what the fuck!â I shouted walking into my room, seeing my younger brother on my bed in my boxer briefs.
âOh, hey bro,â He sat up slightly after having enjoyed a nap in my space completely unbothered. There was something in his cadence that annoyed me, the fact it was my cadence. My attitude, my brain, He even looked as old as me. His body had co-opted all my hard work and given him the muscles and height it took years to achieve, all because he put on my underwear.
The worst thing about it? It was hard to stay angry seeing the fat ass I had given him. And fuck if his balls didnât look as full as mine laying there, legs spread open.
âDonât âhey broâ me,â I replied. He even had on my dress socks. He knew I only had one pair of those for job interviews. âI knew you took my underwear this morning! I had my whole outfit planned out.â
âI assume that means you didnât get the job.â he stated
Rolling my eyes, I did air quotes âOh âassumeâ, look at you using big words from me.â
âLook bro, regardless of what you were wearing or not. If they didn't give you the job it wasn't meant to be.â
He was using my own reasoning against me. How many times had I said that to friends to calm them down? Well guess what, my words werenât working on me. âSo what, I sweat out my interview while youâre living large. Mom and dad thinking Iâm just sleeping away in here.â
âIt was a nice nap.â he laughed my laugh, but in his new deeper voice, which by the grace of the universe wasnât a copy of mine. Small victories.
âI bet.â I spat, putting my bag on the floor.
âLook instead of being mad, let me make it up to you.â he stated.
âHow do you plan to do that; you steal a job opportunity from me too?â I started pulling off my suit.
âNo,â he chuckled. âCome fuck my ass, take a load off, dump a load.â He spread his legs wider, that perfect rump on display. Offering my ass and cock was a specialty of mine, never something I thought my brother would pick up from me. But honestly after the shit day I had I needed it. Pulling off my tie I climbed into the bed behind him. After stealing my shit, he was going to be taking more than a load.
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Eric Chang had no idea putting on his brother's jockstrap would feel so good. The undergarment had been strangely abandoned in the center of his room. His older brother, Quay, had once been a studious academic under his parents roof, but 4 years at college had turned him into a complete musclehead. Sometimes Eric would almost forget they used to share a room, bunk beds. Until their parents demoted Quay to the guest room thinking heâd be a bad influence on Eric. Quayâs bed was out and a new desk for studying was in.
There were times Eric wanted to scream into his pillow. He had been a good student, but he was never a great student like his brother. His parents never really cared about his performance until Quay grades plummeted. Even when Quay was home, his parents couldnât get him to care. Eric even tried to talk to him once.
âLittle bro,â Quay would say with that kind smile, âYou got to let Mom and Dadâs expectations go. Thatâs what I did, and it freed me.â His voice would say calmly as if he were a guru.Â
Easy for Quay to say, he was away at college. He didnât have mom and dad watching him like a hawk. So how did that lead to Quay just dropping trou, stepping out of his jockstrap and walking out the room bare ass naked? But Eric wasnât focused on him, only the garments he had slipped out of. He couldnât look away. He wanted to put them on. HAD to put them on. Walking over in a trance-like state, he disrobed and got his brotherâs jockstrap.
The moment it was on, his body was completely different. The height came first as his body bulked with muscle. His pecs pressed out with a clear division between them. He never put his older brotherâs clothes on; they simply appeared on his body. Eric went from student to pure jock in record time. Chewing on Quayâs tank, he tasted his older brotherâs sweat, as his ass stretched the jock strap. Veins ran across feeding his muscle into an even more disciplined version than his brother.
Quay knocked back on the door, walking in when he heard the moaning. Their lips were soon on each other. The Changs would be disappointed to learn their dreams for another son were once again dashed to chase balls, in various forms.
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âHahaha, wonât go down, will it?â Lenny laughed. The bet was simple, have Blake wear his underwear, after complaining about Lennyâs constant boners. Lenny was too used to college life and just constantly rocking them out in the open. His little brother wasnât having it though. He didnât believe Lennyâs âIt just happensâ excuse. Blake was so smug, in the way most younger brothers were. He wasn't prepared for the rush of Lennyâs hormones into his system, when he got those American Eagleâs on.
Blake got hotter, taller, but he also got hornier, pitching a tent every which way he turned.Â
âThatâs what having a real dong is like bro, you get lost in it.â
âBut itâs just there, and so needy. I NEED TO FUCK SOMETHING, bro!â Blakeâs cock throbbed with each word. âHow do you do anything with this in between your legs?â
âEhh, sports help. You can thank me for the body laterâmass looks good on youâitâll be great when you start signing up with me at my university." Lenny lay comfortably on his bed, watching as Blake stared down at his new boner. The older brother had to stifle a laugh, not mocking him, but it was kind of adorable how lost Blake looked in Lennyâs underwear. âAnd when youâre not practicing, a lot of the guys will be willing to help you clear your head, if you catch my drift.â
âOkay, but what do I do with it NOW!â Blake asked, âIâm not even going to be able to go to class without thinking about slipping it into someone.â
âStop being dramatic, dude.â Lenny sat up, fully facing his brother. He pointed to Blakeâs dick, âThatâs your new North star, courtesy of me. And if itâs giving too much trouble, you should let it lead the way.â Blake looked down at his boner, then followed to where it pointed to Lenny on the bed. A knowing smile, Lenny beckoned his brother closer with a finger. Blake slowly walked until he stood over Lennyâs lap. Yanking the boxerâs down, Lenny let Blakeâs cock spring out, then grabbed at his younger brotherâs ass. A powerful shove from behind, Blakeâs cock disappeared into Lennyâs throat.Â
Blake writhed and drooled over the foreign sensation. Following his big brotherâs embedded instincts, Blake placed his hands on the back of Lennyâs head. The two found a pace with Lenny setting the lead, until he wasnât. A switch went off in Blake and his body took over, shoving Lenny down on his cock, skull fucking his big bro, until his cock christened Lennyâs throat with heavy cream all gulped down. Blakeâs cock fell out of Lennyâs mouth, defeated and coated in saliva. Finally, he could think again. All horny thoughts catapulted down into his brotherâs stomach, for now.
Then Lenny wrapped his hand around his brotherâs waist and pulled them both back into the bed, then flipped on top of him. âNow, itâs time I follow my north star.â Lenny smirked with the heat of his dick stuck between their two bodies and only growing warmer.
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Okay, Tyler donât freak out. Sure, you took your big brother's underwear. Heâs a marathon biker and was out at the time. BUT how would you know that itâd make you grow? It was hard peddling down the street as your small body began to press against your clothes. Was it your shirt or shorts that vanished first? You canât remember. What was easy to remember was your longer legs, jumbling up the vehicle making it hard to maneuver. Adjusting your posture, to keep momentum and not crash, your spine snapped straighter. Poor Tyler, you didnât even know your butt was blowing up, swallowing up the seat.
When the bike changed, that was more concerning. The entire design lost its electric blue for a slate-gray, as the front pulled forward. The wheels got thinner as their radius expanded. Thatâs when your shirt popped off as your chest came into fruition. Oh, you could barely see over those tits as you went on. Why couldnât you stop? Maybe it was your ass thrusting you higher in the air, generating more power, pushing your journey further.
Come on Tyler, your shortâs split and your brotherâs underwear was out. Your secret was exposed, no one was looking, but the whole world could see if they wanted to. Thatâs when your face changed, jaw sharpening as your throat reformed to hit a new register. Then came the bulge, your cock had never protruded in that way before, but your brotherâs did. The tattoo on your legs, the chain around your neck, your hat turned backwards on your head, All your brotherâs style.
You finally came to a complete stop, able to get your body under control. Sitting off the dusty roadâs edge was your brother looking smug, knowing what youâd done. Realization hit hard. From the moment you picked up his underwear, your inner monologue was his voice. MY VOICE.Â
Heh, didnât think you had it in you little bro: To steal my shit. Did you enjoy having me in your head? That bulge in my underwear sure looks like you did.
Now get over here so I can get a closer look.
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âLetâs get this clear Ty, I didnât tell you to do shit,â Jeremiah stated. Two black men were currently in Jeremiahâs room where only one had existed secondâs prior. Jeremiah was standing up looking over to what should have been his younger brother in the gaming chair.
âI know,â Ty rubbed the back of his head,â But all the cool stuff is in your room.â He spoke with a voice far deeper than he had ever possessed. His body was immaculate plucked from Jeremiah's wettest dream. Never in his life would he ever think heâd have such an effect on his younger brother. His sibling had been turned into a man in every aspect, the facial hair, the pecs, eight abs. More importantly Jeremiahs compression shorts that Ty was wearing were the real star. Thick, skull crushing thighs and a fat ass being sat upon, appetizers too the long cock very visible.
Jeremiah looked good in his compression shorts, but Ty had made the damn things his bitch. It was surprising the thin material hadnât given up like the rest of Tyâs clothes. Ty knew better than to sneak into his brotherâs room. Surprisingly, it wasnât Jeremiah who had banned Ty from his room, rather than their dad.
His words being to them both, âLook Jeremiahâs like me. Heâs a whole lotta man, itâs hard not to be influenced by him. He needs his own space.â At the time Jeremiah just thought that was his dadâs way of saying he needed to wear deodorant. But now it seemed his dad actually had a point in keeping Ty out. It was like Jeremiahâs Compression shorts channeled his testosterone directly into his brother. And holy fuck did his brother look more potent than him.Â
âUgh, Dadâs gonna kill me,â Jeremiah dragged his hands down his face.Â
âYeah maybe.â Ty responded in Jeremiahâs laid-back type-tone, no care whatsoever.
âHeâs probably going to kill you too.â the words were said to get a specific reaction out of his brother that never came.Â
âWell then, heâll kill us when he gets us. But no use in just wasting time. I gotta drain my balls and I bet you do too. Might as well stroke it out.â
Jeremiah shook his head, Ty got his horniness too, but if they were in trouble any wayâŠdraining his balls now with a stud was as good of a time as any.
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Jordan stole Randallâs boxers out of the washing machine. It was early morning and no one else was going to know. Randall, his older brother, had moved back in with the family after college, and Jordan often caught a glimpse of the boxers. Mysterious things. And now here he was, having slipped them on looser and freer than the briefs, their mom condemned Jordan too. The novelty only lasted a moment as a surge erupted inside of Jordan. His body shook and the house shook with him. Jordan couldnât utter a single word as his bones snapped and popped. His height was soaring, body changing.
No one came rushing downstairs, despite all the commotion. Only Jordan saw his action figures, scattered across the living room, get shaken out of existence, fading into nothing as various dumbbells replaced them. His shoes by the door stretched, mouths widening as Jordanâs soles expanded. The plain design was overwritten by an athletic one. They didnât stop until they were almost indistinguishable from Randallâs in size. In the end, two sets of tennis sat next to each other. On the coat rack, Jordanâs coat morphed as the heat in his chest encouraged it to. His traps shoved his shoulders aside so that his chest could pump up. As pecs rose to prominence, abs formed following their example. A healthy dose of muscle mass was forced into his arms and legs, earning him jock proportions. His new coat hung, slim, stylish, and large.
A change erupted across every family picture as the still images of Jordan went through the same transformation. The integrity of Jordan's face gave way as his bone structure removed all fat, accentuating its own features for an older look. His mop of curly hair whipped up and reformed itself into a trendier look, trimmed on the sides, curls kept at the top and front. A cut reminiscent of Randallâs sensibilities. Meanwhile, the photos stamped Jordanâs new face into their ink, solidifying it in reality. Jordan stumbled back, body hitting the counter with force. The house's shaking finally stopped.
As Jordan looked down at himself, he saw not only his brotherâs boxers, but Randallâs chain and socks as well. Well, they were brothers. Twins even. It wasn't odd for them to borrow each otherâs stuff. He had snuck down here to have something to wear. Right? Maybe more curious was the boner Jordan was getting. Pitching a tent in his big broâs underwear? He didnât usually go around popping boners. Actually, he couldnât even recall the last time he did. Oh well, maybe his brother would have some answers, once Jordan woke him up. Randall had always loved Jordanâs cock up his ass for a morning rise.
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Wesley was shocked when he stepped into his bathroom, and found his little brother, Milton, wearing his socks and red Hanes boxers. It was supposed to be Wesleyâs private area hence the half-naked man on the wall by the toilet. He finally had his own place, and a private bathroom even his parents couldnât see. Why did he allow his brother to come visit him?
âPersonal space much?â Wesley stated, trying to downplay it. He scratched his head; there was something off about Milton. Not the stance: One leg bent up on the tub, the other still on the floor, arms crossed. Milton was always trying to show off. A good pose considering all the muscle he was packing. His biceps looked extra nice. Maybe that was it, had he filled out, bulked moreâŠnah Milton had always been big. Then again, had he? Wasnât he visiting during semester breakâ
âWhatâs this about?â Milton nodded his head back to the photo. Â
âItâs a guy.â Wesley shrugged, not dealing with this.
âYeah, no shit itâs a guy. Whyâs it in your bathroom?â Milton asked.
âWhy do you think?â Wesley shot back. âHereâs a better question, why are you? And why are you wearing my clothes?â
Milton looked down at himself, confused. âI am?â he looked around, âDid your bathroom get smaller?âÂ
âNo.â Wesley sighed, âMust have been all the weed youâve been smoking on tour. âI see you got another tat,â He pointed to Miltonâs arms covered in a respectable smattering of tattoos.
âHey, first of all, itâs hard being a rockstar. Secondly, I havenât smoked since the last time I was here. Thirdly, tatts look cool.â
âYou havenât, why not?â
âDonât know, I think my big brother said something about liking my natural smell last time? So, when the band came into town I figured Iâd use my spare key to sneak in. Thought itâd be nice to put something of yours on.â
âAnd?â
âAnd I was right; your shit is comfortable as hell.â He leaned forward on his bent leg.
Wesley smirked, strolling into his bathroom and kissing Milton, until his younger brotherâs cock begged to be freed. Reaching into the waistband, Wesley stroked it. How long had the two been seeing each other like this? Had to be years at this point. Honestly, Wesley couldn't quite remember how it started, perhaps catching his brother in his underwear even back then. Milton looked up to the then-punk teen so maybe it was fate, Milton would start working out and form a rock band. Now, he toured all over the country but always made stops at his brotherâs city.
âI want that guy gone.â Milton said between kisses, âThen Iâll fuck you.â
âFine.â Wesley relented, âBut I will be putting a picture of you up there.â
âGood. Should have done that in the first place.â Milton growled with pleasure as his brother continued jerking him off.
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Santiago, are you happy now?
Why did you take the underwear? Was it just because of the design on it? Who are you kidding, of course thatâs the reason. They werenât boxers or even boxer-briefs. They were FULL ON BRIEFS. What was your older brother doing rocking briefs? When did he wear them? Why did he wear them?
If anyone in the house deserved to wear briefs, it was you! So, snatching them up wasnât stealing, it was justice. You slipped them on in the living room. The warmth was unbearable and it started all at your crotch. It bulged like a lump, right over Batmanâs body as your glutes swelled in the back. Next it was your legs, sending you higher in the air as hair began to poke over them. Thighs expanding, calves bulking, feet extending. It looked like your brotherâs legs were attached to you. Pecs rushed out of your chest, spilling into the air with dark nipples. Your shoulders were titanic, compared to before and spread wide. Arms that looked more appropriate on a warrior found themselves attached to you, biceps and forearms ready. Your face was the last to go, stubble rising over your lower jaw, eyebrows growing bushier. When your head elongated as your jaw lengthened. Did it feel good? How about when your hair reshaped into your brotherâs proper style, dark strands brushed down perfectly.
Then it was done. Was wearing your brother's briefs everything you hoped it would be? You were as old as him, standing in his underwear. Felt awesome to stroke your cock as memories rushed into your head, matching you to your body. Of course, your legs shook when you came, as your new balls shot their first load into your brotherâs undies. Thank god the windows were close, or the whole neighborhood would have heard you. Was your orgasm earth-shattering?
Your brother found you. âFoundâ wasn't the right word. He was the only one home to hear the moan you let out. A moan that sounded eerily similar to his yet had not left his mouth. He came downstairs to find you Santiago, still spewing ropes into his underwear.Â
That led to this interrogation: you hiked up on a chair, defiant with all of your older brotherâs confidence. No conscious awareness of what you were putting on display for him. Was it the third or fourth time his eyes homed in on your package, that little Santiago started responding to the attention. Now Santiago, you knew exactly what you were doing when you thrusted your hips forward. Your package jiggled and more of your ass was on display. Whatever speech your brother had been giving you, stopped completely. He knew what you were offering for him to shut the fuck up. And he was going to take it.
Oh Santiago, youâre very happy now, arenât you?
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Hayden snapped the photo for proof, texting it directly to his friend. âDude, Iâm fucking telling you this is Bennett. My lil bro put on my underwear, I think our dad mixed them up? and turned into a fucking Adonis in his own right.â
Smithâs reply was quick, âWait, so you still wear tighty-whities no wonder your dad mixed them up đ.â
âBe so fucking for real right now bro, briefs give me the best support. Not that Iâd expect you to understand needing that.â Hayden typed back, moaning.
âOuch, you've wounded me đ. But come on, I can tell thatâs you. Like you even forgot to take your socks off. And as if I wouldnât know that ass and bulge outside of the locker room. Donât know why youâd AI an older version of Bennettâs face on it though? Your face is (mostly) hot enough.â Smithâs joking voice was radiating through the electronic message.
Hayden sighed, fingers working, as he adjusted his seating âLook, I get that he kinda resembles me. Like those are my pecs and abs sitting on his body, my height that heâs strolling around the house in. But underneath that, itâs still him. He put my socks on because he likes them. He even got his morning OJ. Whenâs the last time youâve seen me drink OJ? Never!â
âAre you bragging about being vitamin C deficient? đ Weird flex, but okay.â Smithâs phone was still typing then sent, âSo your briefs made your brother older? Okay Iâll bite, howâs he adjusting?â
Thrusting his hips excitedly, Hayden responded. Finally, he could talk about the weirdness of that morning with someone. âThatâs the thing, Bennettâs fine. He wants to be called Ben now. Heâs even listed on our universityâs swimming team. Right between men and you, but like no one remembers him.â
âHoly shit so your underwear recruited your little bro, Thatâs kind of awesome! What are you going to do now?â
âDonât know. Maybe I can start selling my underwear on eBay or something? People might pay good money to have their sons turn into athletes.â Â Hayden took a hand off the phone, running it through hair.
âIdiot, Iâm talking about your bro, not your wallet. I mean even if the coach accepts him on the team, he has to do initiation. The team isnât going to go easy on him, especially looking like that.â
âWhat do you think Iâm doing, dumbass.â Hayden smugly replied.
âYou fucker.â
Hayden leaned over to toss his phone on the dining room table. He was seated far from its edge and in between the gap of his chair and the table was Ben on all fours sucking his cock. After downing his orange juice, Ben immediately began to service Hayden. A common practice of the swim team at his college. Their team building ritual where a senior like Hayden expected underclassmen to clamor for his cock. Have your teammatesâ kids swimming inside you, while you cut through the water. He never thought his younger brother would be the one doing it. Or that Ben would know exactly what made Haydenâs cock hard. Ben gargled Haydenâs balls, huffed his blond pubes, then would just swallow his dick in one motion. He had acquired Haydenâs deep throating skills.Â
It was so damn good, it felt like an edge session. Hayden wanted it to last but also wanted to blow. A master in his own right, Ben won his older brotherâs cum. Hayenâs cock spewed endlessly as he reached his crescendo. Creamy brotherly ropes shot across Benâs tongue and down his throat. Ben sucked slower, coaxing more of his nephews out of his brother's cock. When the dick was dead, fat as fuck but limp, Ben let it drop out of his mouth and slap against Haydenâs thigh.
âLooks like you saw heaven bro,â Ben laughed down on the ground, looking up at Hayden wrecked.
âI didnâtâŠknow you kept⊠heaven in your mouth.â Hayden said, catching his breath between words.
âHeh, maybe I have what it takes after all.â Ben flipped his hair out of his eyes.
Haydenâs eyes narrowed playfully, âDonât get cocky,â He picked his brother up off the floor and sat him on the table. Leaning forward, arms locking Ben in protectively on each side, Hayden kissed his younger brotherâs chest, then his neck, until their lips found each other. The taste of his jizz wasn't so bad on Bennett's lips. âThat was only phase one. The guys on the team like to test personal stamina too.â Hayden gripped at his underwear on Ben and began to pull down. A cock as beautiful and long as Hayden's slapped Benâs abs. Hayden was going to enjoy milking this one.
Christian knew it would be painful. The other nerds had warned him that forcing a personâs soul from their own body would hurt. But Christian wasnât prepared for the sheer torture that he would feel as he literally tore someoneâs essense away from every fibre of their being. It was painful for the other nerds, but Christian had gone for an even bigger target. He was taking the body of Luke, a fellow senior who seemed to spend every waking hour in the gym. The soul sundering process took significantly longer for the over-muscled brute, and Christian was consumed in agony.
After what seemed like an eternity, the last of Lukeâs spirit began to fade away along with the searing pain. And in its place, a sense of euphoria. The feeling of release after such an agonising experience, combined with the barrage of new sensations was overwhelming. The soft athletic fabric stretched tight over his new pecs and shoulders. The feeling of innate strength swelling deep within his swollen muscle. The potent cocktail of hormones coursing through his veins. It was all too much. Christian threw his head back and released a rumbling moan as he rode his first orgasim in his new body. His huge arms tensed as they gripped the side of the gym bench, its cool metal warping slightly against his herculean strength. His thick quads flexed and contracted in time with the bucking of his hips as he released volley after volley of Lukeâs potent jock seed into his gym shorts.
As he came down from his post orgasmic high, Christian became aware of the silence that had descended over the gym. He hauled himself to his feet and surveyed his kingdom. He stood head and shoulders above the other former nerds that had gathered to watch. The old Christian would have been embarrassed by the attention. But the new Christian relished it. He craved it. With on smooth motion, Christian tore his workout shirt off his body, exposing a physique developed well beyond its years. The other former nerds were in awe. Sensing his newfound dominance, Christian took his rightful place as the top of the food chain as undisputed alpha.
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Fair warning, this one's a bit darker then normal with quite a bit of abusive/derogatory language. Maybe skip this one if you're uncomfortable with that sort of thing.
Paul knew he was taking a huge risk when he jabbed the syringe into his boyfriendâs arm. What if it didnât work? What if something went wrong and something happened to Max? What if Max found out and their relationship was over? All for his own selfish desires. Paulâs stomach knotted as his boyfriend cried out in pain, his muscular legs giving out underneath the weight of his own body. For just a moment, Maxâs dazzling blue eyes met Paulâs with a look of panic and fear before they glazed over, the cocktail of chemicals having quickly spread throughout his nervous system. Maxâs head fell to the ground with a heavy thud, leaving Paul in an eerie silence.Â
This isnât what Hamish said would happen. The syringe was supposed to be a mostly harmless mix of hormones. Just enough to give the kind-hearted giant a bit of an edge. Paul thought he was the luckiest guy alive when his hunky roommate came out of the closest to him. Max was 240 pounds of corn-fed country beef. The hunky boy next door with a heart of gold that girls threw themselves at during high school. But after coming to college, things had changed. The two roommates had been drinking heavily one night when Max revealed that he was gay. Paul had leaned in for a kiss and the rest was history. Max was everything Paul could ask for in a boyfriend - handsome good looks, a well-muscled, hulking physique, a generous package, and oh-so kind. But there was something wrong.
Max was too nice. Too gentle. Max wanted someone who could absolutely dominate him in the bedroom. Someone who could use that ungodly strength to throw him around a bit. Someone to make him feel small. Not someone who would stop every few seconds, asking if everything was ok, or if he was doing it right. Just for one night, Paul wanted someone who would take what he wanted and ask questions later. Paul loved his kind and gentle boyfriend. But he wished he could see what the other side would be like. The hormones in the syringe were supposed to give Paul a glimpse of this, no matter how brief.Â
But now here he stood. His loving boyfriend splayed out on the floor. Max didnât deserve this. That chemistry nerd Hamish had probably messed with the contents in the syringe on purpose. Paul always had an inkling that Hamish didnât approve of his relationship with his boyfriend. And now Max was probably dead as a result of it.Â
Paul noticed a small spasm in Maxâs arm. Then the twitch in one of his eye muscles. Paulâs heart leapt. Maybe Hamish was ok. Then Paul noticed the movement in Maxâs shorts. Maxâs cock began to push against the fabric of his shorts as it hardened. With time, the spasms began to increase. It wasnât long under muscles all across Maxâs hulking form were twitching and spasming and the tent in Maxâs shorts had grown absolutely obscene. The twitches and spasms began to merge, like waves rolling across Maxâs body from head to toe. With a huge moan, Maxâs eyes shot open briefly before they rolled back into his head as waves of pleasure washed over him. Max threw his head back as he rode the height of the orgasm that was pulsing through his body, a huge wet patch appearing at the front of his shorts. After what seemed like an eternity, Max's weight shifted forwards as he rested his large calloused hands on his muscular quads as he caught his breath. A thick layer of glistening sweat covered his exposed skin, filling the air with a deep musky scent. âWhat a fucking rideâ Max panted with a grin.Â
âBabe, are you ok?â Paul asked nervously as he went to Maxâs side and turned his face towards his. Paulâs eyes watered as he knelt down close to his boyfriend. The pungent aroma coming off Maxâs hulking frame was familiar, yet foreign and overpowering. Maxâs eyes met Pauls's, their dazzling blue still clearly visible despite his post-organic haze. Maxâs eyes slowly began to focus on Paul, his lips forming the typical boyish smile that greeted his boyfriend each night when he came home. Then, in a moment, Maxâs face twisted, his brow furling casting brooding shadows across his eyes, which narrowed to a piercing look. Maxâs mouth settled into an unfamiliar cocky scowl. âMax isnât home you fucking pussyâ. The deep voice rumbled from Maxâs vocal cords. But it lacked the usual warm, gentle tones that made talking to Max like a warm hug. This was sharp and foreign. This wasnât Max.Â
Caught off guard, Paul fell backwards. The imposter laughed darkly at Paulâs fear before hauling himself to his feet. Once fully upright, the giant swayed shakily side to side, a confused, fearful look crossing his face before he grabbed the side of the bathroom sink to steady himself. After a few moments of composing himself, he stood up straight and his cocky smirk returned. âDamn, itâs true what they say, tall guys do really see the world from a different perspectiveâ the imposter laughed as he raised his bulging arms above his head and easily placed his palms flat on the ceiling, âHow tall am I, 6â3, 6,4?â. â6â5 Paul croaked, a lump stuck in his throat. The simple act of touching the ceiling was reinforcing how huge his boyfriendâs body was, and the predicament Paul found himself in. âShit, thatâs a whole extra foot,â the imposter said as he swung his arms back down to his side, before holding his palms out open in front of him. âFuck, I feel so strong,â the imposter said, admiring his huge calloused mitts before curling them into tight fits, the action causing a spiderweb of veins to appear across his thick forearms. âI feel like at any moment, I could just SNAPâ. With the agility unbecoming of his hulking form, the imposter took one huge step across the room and embedded his fist firmly in the drywall next to Paulâs head.Â
Paul scrambled away, towards the door. âDonât you fucking moveâ the raging hulk spat as he brushed the dust off his knuckles and stepped over Paul, blocking his exit. âYou wanted this, now you need to live with the consequences,â the imposter said, his eyes boring into Paulâs soul. âMax, please, I didnât mean toâ, Paul began to stammer a response before the imposter cut him off. âI TOLD YOU, IâM NOT MAX,â the imposter roared and he slammed his hand against the wall again. Paul backed up a few places. âYou said it yourself, you had the perfect guyâ Max growled as he brought his arm up into a bicep pose. âStrong, hot, handsome, and hung like a fucking horseâ Max laughed, grabbing his hefty package for effect. âBut being the twisted little sub you are, you wanted more. You wanted someone who could satisfy your gay little fetish of being dominated. Someone who would make you their little bitchâ. Max lifted his arm and took a long, deep whiff of the potent musk of his body. âSomeone who would be a fucking alpha, not some prissy little gay boyâ.Â
I said Iâd help you, and I did. From now on, this body is going to be the alpha god that it always deserved to be, now that Iâm behind the wheel. A sudden realisation washed over Paul. âHamish?â. âThe one in the fucking sameâ, Hamish said as he brought his new biceps up into a double bicep flex. âHow?â Paul stammered, in disbelief. âThe how doesnât matter, all you need to know is that Iâm in charge now, that means you do what I fucking sayâ. âHamish, you canât do this,â Paul cried as he grovelled at Hamishâs feet. âI can do what I fucking wantâ Hamish said pushing Paulâs face away with one of his size 14s and slammed the bathroom door shut, locking it behind him.
âLet me out!â Paul cried as he banged on the door. Hamish slumped against the bathroom door, his broad back so wide that it touched the sides of the doorframe. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, his huge callused hands making their way down past the waist elastic of his shorts. His new cock was huge and rock-hard. He let out a low growl as one of his hands explored his huge length while the other caressed his sensitive nipples. This body was insane. Everything was huge, cut and hard as a rock. He had planned to go out and fuck the hottest pussy he could find, but something about dominating that pathetic loser had really got him riled up. âPlease Hamish!â Paul begged, as his banging grew feeble. Hamish palmed his huge new bull nuts. He was horny as fuck.
Paul heard the bathroom door unlock with a click. He hesitantly opened the door a crack. âGet out hereâ Hamish growled. Paul, opened the door wider to see Hamish sitting naked in the chair, rubbing his swollen muscles. Paul tentatively took a few steps forward. âOn your kneesâ Hamish ordered. Paul instantly dropped to his feet and crawled submissively up to the beast in front of him. Hamish took his powerful mitt off his cock and pointed it straight at Paul. âSuck it he ordered. Paul stared at the fuck stick in front of him. It was familiar, but from this angle, it was so much more imposing. âI said fucking such itâ Paul barked. Without hesitating, Paul took the mushroom head into his mouth.Â
âFuck those lips feel good you little bitchâ Hamish said as he gently guided Paul further down his shaft. After a few moments, one of Paulâs hands spliced into his own shorts as he began stimulating himself. Hamish noticed the movement, and grabbing Paul roughly in both hands, pulled his head off his cock, and held his face close to this. âListen you little fucking shit, hereâs how things are going to work. Iâm going to go out and fucking live my life as the alpha fucking stud I was born to be. And youâre going to be nothing more than my little house bitch. You will cook. You will clean. And when I bring chicks home to fuck, you will watch silently from the wardrobe, remembering what you used to have. And then, maybe, if I fucking feel like it, I will fuck your fucking brains out like youâre nothing more than a fucking fleshlight. This is for me. Not for you. You serve for my pleasureâ.Â
With that, Hamish grabbed Paul roughly by both hands and forced his head down on his waiting rod. Hamish moaned as he roughly face-fucked Paul, the newly minted alpha wild with lust and power. If he wasnât so wild with lust, he might have released the wet patch that had appeared on Paulâs shorts. Paul had got what he wanted. But at what cost he thought as he was manhandled by his new master.
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Late at night, within the confines of a luxurious penthouse apartment, a certain fiendishly attractive social media star by the name of Alejo Ospina was hard at work on his laptop. Alejo wanted to finish editing his latest video before going to bed that night. He had headphones in to drown out th...
Commission Story
It was a stormy night when OnlyRentals, a body possession service, launches. Although the hot Alejo Ospina isnât interested in participating in the new service, one of his followers Nate is able to put in an offer before heâs able to opt out. But even though the possession deal goes through, both men get way more than they bargain for.Â
So! Because this site is wildly inconsistent with what is and isnât allowed, Iâll have to link this story instead of having the original on my blog. Even with the toned down images and GIFs, it got shut down within an hour of getting posted. Itâs a shame, but what can you do.Â
Sorry but you fucking didn't deserve this body at all! Now it's all fucking mine thanks to your stupidly!!
You see, I was a nerd at the local college, and Wesley was an OF creator. I made a comment about how well he was doing on there, and he just started to shout at me for no reason. I felt an astral connection, and he felt it too but thought nothing of it.
Ohh he was so fucking wrong as that evening our world's changed forever.
I focused on that astral connection with Wesley and pulled along the line. The more I pulled, Wesley was getting pulled out. He saw my astral form and was cursing me, but I just collided into him and took his astral form while he took mine. Suddenly the line disconnected.
I was now standing in front of a mirror in Wesley body!
Fucking he'll, I'm so ripped for a twunk, I felt all my memories how I've been fucked many times by guys for the camera. The amount of sex was unreal and now it's all mine.
I can't wait to continue my journey, and now, as Wesley, I have a great secondary income with my new career change. I cant get to see my former self admiring my fucking body. Who knows, he's not bad looking and has a much bigger cock. I wouldn't mind that in my ass now.
SĂ, al principio fue algo desagradable despertar y ver que me habĂa convertido en un viejo, ademĂĄs de tener que usar sus incĂłmodos trajes todo el tiempo, pero debo admitir que estĂĄ en bastante buena forma y me he ido acostumbrando usar ropa tan formal, ademĂĄs de lo bien que se siente tener barba.
Seguimos un rato hasta que no pudimos mĂĄs y se nos acabĂł el alcohol. PedĂ un uber y como pude me fui para mi casa, nada mĂĄs me acuerdo cuando caĂ en la cama.
En la mañana me dolĂa un buen la cabeza como si estuviera bien crudo, abrĂ los ojos y vi que seguĂa en el cuarto de Marcos, era muy extraño porque juraba haber ido a mĂ casa. Da igual.Â
Do you believe you could survive this trial of celibacy, a small price to pay to achieve the ultimate body? Or would you fail and give in to the the temptations of the flesh, losing everything for a brief moment of pleasure...
Yes, I can do it! Restraining myself to achieve the perfect body!
Maybe... it'll be incredibly hard (literally) but I'll figure out some strategy.
No, I imagine I'd never survive that long without pleasuring my new self.
Please... I'd fail within a few minutes, the moment I see my new reflection...
Remaining time: 6 days 5 hours
Imagine this, one day you stumble upon a mysterious artefact that allows you to swap/possess/shapeshift into the perfect body you've always dreamed of. You're ecstatic, as the body is everything you could ever have wished for... but you quickly realize there's a catch...
You see, to keep the new body forever you must refrain from reaching an orgasm in your new flesh, neither sex or masturbation are allowed, for the next two years.
If you do experience an orgasm though, not only will you immediately return to your original body, but all your memories of the magical transformation will mysteriously fade away. All the time you spent in your new flesh will be wiped away, as if it had never happened at all...
Hey everyone! Hope you're all having a great summer so far and staying well hydrated! Thought I'd post a quick little poll just for fun and to interact with the community. I would love to know how confident you'd be to not pleasure yourself in your dream body, or whatever loophole you'd figure out to cheat the transformative magic! /Verus
Oliver Ashley hopped into his car and let out a heavy sigh. It was a warm August afternoon that day, and Ash would rather do anything else than spend his Tuesday getting verbally berated by his superiors for several hours. But despite his grievances, Ash knew there was no point in bitching and whining when this was the life he had signed up for a little over a year ago. All he could do was suck it up until his term of service ended.Â
Ash never thought heâd end up serving in the army. He wasnât the patriotic type by any means. What made him pull the trigger and sign the contract was his desire to start over in life. Ashâs life started going downhill ever since he graduated from high school. He dropped out of college after the first semester, was stuck working a dead-end job he hated, and was trapped in a loveless relationship with a girl he had grown to loathe. After a night of intense drinking, partying, and group sex with random strangers, Ash realized he hated the man he had become. He was disgusted by what he saw in the mirror, so he decided to make a few changes.Â
Or rather, a lot of changes. Ash abandoned his old life in Oldeville and ran away to join the military. It was a drastic moveâ Ash was well-aware of that, but he felt it was necessary to get his life back on track. He took back control by giving up control.Â
After yet another long day at work, Ash returned to his room in the barracks. He took a quick shower and threw himself onto his bed with his hands held against his head. The day drained him. All he wanted was to fall asleep fast and hope heâd wake up feeling refreshed. But as he laid against his pillow with his eyes closed, he felt a sudden gust of cold wind hit his body.Â
âHrmphhh!â Ash jolted in bed when it hit him. The pressure was unlike he had ever experienced before. The cold penetrated deep within his body, leaving goosebumps around his skin.Â
Ash sat up and scanned his surroundings. The window was closed, and as far as he could tell, nothing looked weird or out of place in his little room. Ash wasnât sure where that cold wind came from but decided he was too tired to really care about it. He simply ignored it and went back to sleep. But as he snored peacefully, the cause of the cold wind slithered out from underneath his bed. It crept up his bed and watched as Ashâs chest rose and fell with every heavy breath. Then, it made a nose dive straight into Ashâs mouth.Â
âUghâ AAAGH!!!â Ash gagged as the thing invaded his body.Â
It slithered inside him at breakneck speeds. With every passing second, Ash could feel an otherworldly presence growing inside his skin. It sent cold chills up his spine. With one final wet slurp, Ash swallowed the last few inches of the translucent body invader. Naturally, Ash shot out of bed after what he had just experienced. He was sweating and breathing heavily as his hands reached out to touch his throat. His eyes darted around the room as he tried to pinpoint the cause but couldnât find anything. Ash knew something very wrong was happening but had no idea where to start looking for answers.Â
As his mind raced with possibilities, Ashâs hand began moving toward his family jewels. Ash watched in horror as his hand moved without his command. His hand massaged his junk through his underwear until blood started flowing into it, causing a tent to form in his briefs. Ash tried telling his hand to stop, but it wouldnât listen. All Ash could do was scream in terror.Â
âWhat the fuck is going on!?â
Hey Olie, did you miss me? I certainly missed you.
Ash swallowed a breath. He heard a voice echo inside his mind, but it wasnât just any voice; it was the voice of his old girlfriend, Leah.Â
âLeah!? How did you find me!? And what the fuck are you doing inside my bodyââ Ash gasped. He tried opening his mouth to speak again, but to no avail. He had been cut off from the last part of his body he had control over.Â
Shhh! Not so loud babe! Your neighbors might hear us!! I donât want to spoil our fun tonight while weâre togetherâŠ
Under his girlfriendâs control, Ash took off the last piece of clothing he had on. His rock-hard member sprang up as soon as it was released from the mesh fabric. Ash then hopped back into bed with his legs spread wide open. He spat some spit onto his hands and began pumping his thick cock. For some reason, his dick was extra sensitive. The sensation of his warm, wet hand wrapping around it made Leah moan inside his mind, forcing Ash to moan alongside her as a result. Ash was humiliated after letting out such a high-pitched, girlish moan, but with Leah controlling his action, there was nothing he could do about it.
Leah!! Why are you doing this?
Why? Why!? Donât act stupid! You know exactly why! You left without saying anything to anyone! Not even me, your girlfriend!! Did you really think you could just run away without any consequences? You really thought I wouldnât be able to track you down eventually?
Listen Leah! Iâm sorry for leaving you the way I did but canât we just talk about this like adults? If itâs my dick youâre after, we can just fuck one more time! Iâm cool with that!!
Leah uttered a loud cackle within Ashâs subconscious after he said that. Ash swallowed a breath. He had a feeling he just dug himself an even deeper hole.
Wow! Just how egotistical can you be, Oliver? You really think this about getting one last fuck out of you! Men are soo fucking easy, I donât need to hunt you down across the country just to get some!
Well then why ARE you here you crazy ass bitch!?
Simple. I want revenge.
Revenge for what? For leaving you without saying anything?
Partially that, yes, but mainly for cheating on me. Remember that big party you went to the night before you left? The one you swore to me you werenât going to go to?
Ash wracked his brain trying to remember, but once he did, he remained quiet. Leah was right, and he knew it.Â
You said I was enough for you. You said there was nothing wrong with our relationship. You lied to me. You had me believing everything was fine, just to go off and party with a bunch of people!Â
Leah tightened her grip around his cock as she yelled at him. Ash winced from the pain. He had nothing to say in his defense.Â
I don't know what kind of girl you think I am, but I donât take cheating lightly. Â
Just as Leah said that, a second blob manifested at the foot of the bed. It hopped onto Ashâs foot and slithered up his leg.
Leahâ Whatâs that? Whatâs going on!?
If you want a threesome so bad, then Iâm here to give it to you. Oliver, this is Aaron, although Iâm sure I donât need to introduce you two. After all, he was one of the many, many people you were fucking that night.
Aaron slithered up to Ashâs hairy hole and brushed around the rim of it. His touch made Ash shudder from the cool sensation.Â
Wait!! We donât have to do this! I canâ
It was too late for Ash. Aaron dove right into his virgin hole, causing both Ashâs to recoil from the impact. Leah continued pumping away at Ashâs member with a furious speed to her stroking. Meanwhile, Ash mentally shuddered and thrashed around as Aaronâs presence began growing inside his body. His hole stretched out to accommodate Aaron in his ethereal form. The feeling of Aaron rushing through his ass and into his body was unlike anything Ash had ever experienced before. It filled him up in more ways than oneâ overwhelming him with sensual pleasure until he was locked in a state of bliss.Â
Once Aaron was fully inside, he and Leah took turns playing with the newly possessed body they now shared. They jerked off Ashâs girthy cock, flexed his hard-earned muscles, sniffed his armpits, played with his straight hole, and more. They had both been used by Ash as nothing more than a hole to fuck, but now with his body under their possession, the tables had turned. Now it was Leah and Aaron using Ashâs body to get their rocks off instead.Â
Ash was knuckle deep inside his own ass when he finally unleashed his heavy load. Jolts of spunk came flooding out of him, landing all over his bed, walls, and even his torso. He was drained after such an intense tugging session, both literally and figuratively.
âWhewww!! God, that felt so fucking good! Now I see why guys are always touching themselvesâŠâ Ash said out loud. No doubt it was Leah using his voice. âHey, thanks for your help Aaron! I never wouldâve thought of doing something like this without your help!â
âAnytime! Iâm just glad I got to get one back on this asshole too!â
Ash could hear both of them laughing inside his mind. He groaned.
âWell, Iâm out of here. Iâll see you around!!â
With that, Ash arched upward as he felt Leahâs presence leave his body. He watched with relief as she disappeared through the walls. But he quickly remembered it was no time to celebrate, as there was still a second person possessing his body.
âWait, Leah! Take your gay friend withââ
Under Aaronâs command, Ashâs hand slammed against his mouth. His words came out muffled through his hand for a few seconds, but then gradually died down. Ash settled down into a calm stupor. Then, an eerie smile began to form on his face.
âThe pleasureâs all mine, Leah. Really, I should be the one thanking you! After all, I wouldâve never found a body like this on my ownâŠâ
Aaron hopped out of bed to get a better look at his newly possessed body. He smirked as he rubbed Ashâs load into his skin, his fingertips running along the edges of his new ab lines.
âOh yeahhh, I think Iâm gonna enjoy being a âstraightâ army hunk for a while. Watch out world, thereâs a new Oliver Ashley in town. Heâs hot, single, and more than ready to mingle!!â
Iâve been giggling over this concept for a hot minute- >
The idea is simple-
Grace is old and neither are really ready to say the eternal goodbye- Then they have a great idea. Hey! Letâs just⊠Toss out brainwaves back in time!
(Donât ask how itâs possible uh- Science wiggly fingers-)
And!- This way we can ALSO prevent a bunch of deaths and everything could go so much smoother! Yeah, great idea letâs do it! We can petition it that way so they donât think weâre purposely doing this so we can have another few years of bro-timeâŠ
What could go wrongâŠ
Anyways, so in the process of sending their minds back in time they end up swapping bodies at the same time. Whoops. Rocky is not having a good time and Grace isnât either. Everyone thinks they have gone crazy. Somehow they have to make things work while ALSO maneuvering unfamiliar bodies and senses.
I thought it was funny.
Original sketch here:
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