MrAlphaPossessor

Veni, Vidi, Vici

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fuck you jude. look who's in charge now huh?

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this new body feels so damn good…

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Came on My New Soles

I was standing by the bike racks outside the engineering building when I saw him.

Alex. My classmate. The quiet Asian guy from thermo class who always showed up with that slightly messy dark hair, AirPods in, and that slim, soft body under a plain T-shirt. He locked up his road bike like he always did after the evening ride—helmet clipped to the handlebars, calves still a little flushed from the effort, white socks pushed down just enough to show the clean line of his ankles.

I didn’t hesitate.

One second I was watching him from across the path. The next I was inside.

His body staggered half a step. The key fob slipped from his fingers and hit the concrete. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second—confusion, then pure terror—as I flooded every nerve. I locked his jaw, forced his lungs to breathe steady, and smiled with his mouth.

Mine.

I crouched, picked up the keys with my new fingers, and unlocked the bike like I’d done it a hundred times. His muscle memory was already bleeding into me: the exact way he swung his leg over the frame, the familiar pressure of the saddle against his ass, the light resistance of the pedals under the soft soles of his sneakers. I rode home through the dark campus streets as Alex, breathing his air, feeling the cool night wind on my face, the soft bulge in his cycling shorts shifting with every push of the pedals.

By the time I got back to his apartment I was already hard.

I stripped in the hallway. Helmet, jersey, the tight black shorts that peeled away to reveal a smooth, pale cock already half-swollen and leaking against his thigh. No underwear. Just soft skin and the faint musk of a long ride. I kicked the sneakers off and stood barefoot on the cool floor, staring down at my new feet.

Long. Soft. High arches. The soles still faintly damp and pink from the ride, a few light creases across the balls. Toes perfectly straight. I flexed them and watched the tendons shift under the smooth skin.

I walked straight to the full-length mirror in his bedroom and turned the lights on bright.

Alex looked back at me. Same face. Same body. Same soft, unused cock hanging between his legs. But the eyes were wrong. Hungry. Cruel.

I lifted one foot and pressed the warm sole against the glass, spreading the toes so I could see every detail. Then I brought the other foot up and started stroking the soft arch with my fingers, digging into the flesh, smelling the faint clean sweat and rubber of the cycling shoes still clinging to the skin.

“These are mine now,” I whispered in his voice. “Every soft little toe. Every wrinkle. This whole body.”

I sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, and pulled both feet up in front of my face. The soles faced me like two pale, slightly sweaty offerings. I licked a long stripe from heel to toe on the left one, tasting salt and warm skin, then shoved three toes into my mouth and sucked hard. My free hand wrapped around the soft cock and started stroking, slow and filthy, spreading the precum that was already dripping down the shaft.

Alex’s memories started pouring in faster now. The way he liked to edge for hours after a long ride. The private shame of sniffing his own used socks. The quiet crush he’d had on a guy in the cycling club. The exact password to his banking app. His mother’s voice. The taste of the protein shake he always made after training. All of it sliding into me like warm cum.

I pressed both soles together around the cock and started fucking them. Soft, warm, slightly damp skin sliding up and down the shaft while I stared at my new face in the mirror. The head of the cock peeked out between the big toes on every upstroke, shiny and red. I licked the precum off my own toes and groaned.

“You’re gone,” I told the reflection. “I’m keeping the body. The name. The bike. The soft feet. The cock. Everything. You’re not even going to be a voice in the back of my head. You’re going to be erased.”

I stroked faster, soles squeezing tighter, toes curling around the head. The orgasm hit like a claim. My new body arched hard, feet locked around the throbbing cock, and thick ropes of cum exploded across the soft arches, painting the pink soles white. Pulse after pulse. Each spurt dragged another piece of Alex out of existence and into me.

When it finally stopped I was alone.

I sat there breathing hard, feet still covered in cooling cum, cock slowly softening against the sticky soles. I dragged a finger through the mess and licked it clean, tasting myself for the first time as Alex.

I looked at the mirror again.

Same face. Same body. Same soft, cum-streaked feet.

But the person looking back was me.

I flexed my toes, felt the sticky warmth between them, and smiled.

I’m Alex now.
And this life is mine.

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I’ll Never Leave You, Dad

I’m Alex, who’s been lusting after my stud dad, Thomas Leblanc, for as long as I can remember. He’s this ripped middle-aged professor—broad shoulders, thick chest hair matted with sweat after his runs, and that bulge in his pants hints at a massive cock that could wreck anyone. Dad adores me, spoils me rotten with everything he’s got, but the dumb fuck wastes his prime on endless work—grading papers, lecturing to idiots, burying himself in research. Nah, that life’s too good for him. I deserve it all. I’m gonna steal his body, his identity, everything. Become the one true Thomas Leblanc. Jerk that daddy dick till it spurts, piss through it, shit with his ass, and one day die in this skin. God, the thrill of stroking the very cock that blasted the cum to create me? Pure fucking ecstasy.

It kicked off one steamy night in our apartment, post-divorce setup where it was just us guys. Dad would drag his ass home exhausted, still whip up dinner, pat my back with those strong hands, and rumble, “I love you, son.” But my love? It was filthy. Obsessive. Every glimpse of him post-shower—water trailing down his muscled torso, towel barely hiding that heavy package—had me rock hard, fantasizing about dropping to my knees, sniffing his musky pits, tonguing his big toes.

I’d stumbled on this ancient ritual online, a forbidden chant for soul possession. Heart pounding, I waited till Dad passed out snoring. I lit some candles, whispered the incantation: “Soul bind, essence claim—I seize your form, you vanish in flame.” A rush hit me like a freight train—my spirit ripped free, slamming into his body. Blinking awake in his bed, I stared at the mirror. Holy shit, it worked. Dad’s rugged face grinned back—stubbled jaw, piercing eyes, lips begging to be kissed. I flexed, feeling the power in his arms, the solid pecs under my fingers, that coarse chest hair tickling my palms. My old shell lay limp beside me, empty and useless. Good fucking riddance. Dad’s soul? Gone, dissolved into nothing. This hunk of a body is mine now, forever.

No time to waste—I yanked off the clothes, admiring the full package in the mirror. Massive hands, veiny forearms, tree-trunk thighs that could crush skulls. And down there? That fat, uncut cock dangling heavy between my legs, balls like pendulums, begging for attention. My new voice—deep, gravelly—growled, “Dad, this monster dick’s all mine.” Gripping it tight, I started pumping, feeling it thicken in my palm, the foreskin sliding back to reveal a swollen purple head. This is the rod that fucked my mom raw, shot the load that sparked my life. Now I’m owning it, stroking it furious. “Fuck, Daddy, you bred me with this beast—now I’m milking it dry for you.” Balls slapping, sweat pouring, muscles bulging as I edged closer. The mirror reflected Thomas Leblanc in full glory—panting, feral, lost in self-lust.

When the orgasm hit, thick ropes of cum blasted across the glass. I dropped down, lapping it up greedily—hot, salty, with that unique daddy tang. “Shit, your seed tastes like heaven. Gonna swallow every drop from now on.” Still buzzing, I turned, spread those firm cheeks, and probed my virgin hole with a thick finger. Tight, warm, untouched—till now. I finger-fucked myself raw, getting hard again in seconds, then jerked a fresh load straight into my mouth, savoring the flavor like fine wine.

In the bathroom, I stood wide-legged over the toilet, unleashing a powerful piss stream from that fat cock—splashing wild, marking my territory. “Dad, your piss flows through me now. I am you, FULLY.” Then I squatted on the throne, feeling his ass clench and release, pushing out what needed to go. Perverse? Hell yeah, but it sealed the deal—this body’s every function is mine to command, to enjoy.

Days blurred into pure hedonism as Thomas Leblanc. Screw the job—I ditched the lectures, the deadlines. Why waste this prime specimen on academia? I lounged naked around the place, flexing in mirrors, inhaling the ripe scent from my pits and feet. Those huge, sweaty socks? I’d stuff ‘em in my mouth while pounding my meat, the stink driving me wild. Nights out, I used Dad’s chiseled face to lure in busty babes, slamming into wet, tight pussies till they begged for mercy, my new cock stretching them to the limit. But the real rush? Solo sessions in bed, hand wrapped around the dick that made me, whispering “I love you, son” in his voice while I exploded in bliss.

Dad, you worthless prick, you never knew how to live. But I do. I’m the ONE AND ONLY Thomas Leblanc—jerking, fucking, owning this life till the end.

And I’ll never leave you, Dad.

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Mission Complete

I used to be that pathetic old fuck next door, the one that little shit Chad always sneered at. Every time he bounced that basketball in his driveway, shirt off, sweat dripping down those carved abs, he’d catch me watching and yell, “Get a life, you old creep!” or “Go jerk your shriveled dick somewhere else, grandpa!” Kid was eighteen, prime fucking specimen—6’3”, broad shoulders, thick pecs that bounced when he ran, thighs like tree trunks, and everyone knew he was packing a fat hog in those gym shorts. He thought he was untouchable. Thought his life was his. Wrong. That cocky little prick didn’t deserve that body. I do. And now I fucking have it FOREVER.

I found the way on some dark corner of the web—old occult shit, real deal. A ritual with a black stone amulet I’d mail-ordered from some sketchy Estonian site. Instructions said you chant the words under a new moon, cut your palm, drip blood on the stone, picture the target clear as day. I did it in my basement, naked, dick hard just thinking about stealing his life. Felt my soul rip loose—like a hot orgasm exploding out my chest. Next thing I know, I’m floating, invisible, sliding through walls straight into Chad’s bedroom window.

Kid was sprawled on his bed, fresh from practice, still in his sweaty tank and shorts. Smell hit me first—pure young stud musk, salty, thick. He was scrolling his phone, one hand lazily scratching his balls through the fabric. I dove straight in, right through the back of his neck. Felt like plunging into warm, tight pussy.

Chad jolted awake. “What the fuck—” he gasped, eyes wide. Inside his head, I heard him scream: GET OUT GET OUT YOU FUCKING FREAK! His mind slammed against mine like a linebacker, trying to shove me back. Kid was strong—basketball captain, all that testosterone raging—but I was hungry. Starving. I wrapped around his thoughts like fist around cock. He fought hard, thrashing his big arms, trying to claw at his own skull. “No—no—this is MY body!” he howled inside. I laughed, flooding him with my memories of jerking off to him for years, hating him, wanting him. His resistance cracked. I shoved deeper, tasting his memories—fucking cheerleaders, locker room horseplay, that thick cock getting sucked in the back of his truck. All mine now.

He begged at the end, voice getting smaller: Please… don’t… I crushed him down, buried him deep where he can’t ever crawl back. His body went limp for a second, then I flexed his fingers—my fingers now—and grinned with his perfect teeth.

Fuck yes. Chad’s gone.

I’m Chad now.

Forever.

I stood up, legs wobbling from the rush, and walked to his full-length mirror. Stripped slow, savoring it. Tank top off—holy shit, these pecs. Heavy, square, dusted with just the right hair. Nipples hard from the cool air. Abs like fucking bricks. I ran my new big hands over them, growling. Arms—biceps popping huge when I flexed, veins thick as ropes. I lifted one arm, shoved my face in the pit, inhaled deep. Pure man stink, sweat from practice. Then I licked—long, wet drag of tongue up the bicep curve. Tasted salty, alive, young. My cock—Chad’s cock—throbbed hard instantly. Nine inches easy, thick as a beer can, heavy balls hanging low, full of potent jock cum. Veins pulsing, head already leaking clear precum like a faucet.

I grabbed that fat dick with my new big hand—fit perfect now—and started stroking slow. “Look at you, you beautiful stupid stud,” I said to the mirror in Chad’s deep voice. “All this prime meat belongs to ME now.” Pumped faster, other hand roaming—pinching nipples, slapping pecs, gripping those thick quads. Every stroke felt electric, balls churning like they were twenty years younger. Kid’s cock was so sensitive, so virile—precum dripping in strings, lubing the shaft. I flexed both biceps hard, licked the left one again, then the right, slurping sweat like it was cum. Grunted like an animal. “Fuck yeah, taste your own superior body, Chad. You never appreciated this. I do.”

Built up fast—too much new sensation. Balls drew tight, cock swelled even thicker. I aimed at the mirror and roared: “This is for every time you called me pathetic, you little bitch!” First rope shot hard, splattered the glass right over my reflection’s face. Second, third, fourth—thick white jets painting my new chest, dripping down abs, pooling on the floor. I kept pumping, milking every drop, then scooped a handful off my pecs and slurped it down—hot, salty, thick jock load. Best I ever tasted. Shot the rest on the floor, marking my territory.

Panting, covered in my own cum, biceps still flexed and glistening. I grinned at the mess, at the god in the mirror. Revenge complete. His friends, his girls, his college scholarship, his whole fucking future—ALL MINE NOW. That weak little soul buried deep? He can watch forever while I live his life better than he ever could.

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It feels so good in my boss’s hunky body. These are MY feet now. Gonna jerk this load out all over his desk in his personal office…

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Sorry Coach, this is my body now!

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Who’s in the driver’s seat now bro? I’m gonna live your life to the fullest big brother. I’ll be a better version of Jack once I have all your memories after rubbing this load out…

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Fuck you uncle Alex. Your body is finally mine now. Your nipples are soooooo… so sensitive…

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I’m finally in Kyle’s body! Can’t believe he’s literally jerking off when I take over… Time to get back to his unfinished business.