My friends decided to book this big trip all around Southeast Asia, but they all decided they wanna go beach hopping for a good chunk of it. I'm nowhere near as hot as them, so I might need some help fitting in and feeling more confident before we leave.
Okay so... I'll apologise in advance but I might have gone a little too far giving you a body to fit the vibe?
Originally I was just going to make you a little hotter, give you a dose of confidence and leave it at that you know? Then I thought, well why don't we give you a hint of Asian to spice things up for the duration of the trip? Once I saw how well it suited you though I thought, fuck it why not go all the way? You looked really good Asian, so everything sort of spiraled from there. Gave you the language sitting in the back of your head now to make navigating around easier. Another dose of muscle too, especially in the ass to help stretch out whatever you're wearing on the beach.
Suffice to say I don't think you'll have much trouble with confidence!
As his seal team obediently boarded the helicopter, the sergeant paused. Why were his men shirtless under their utility vests, where were their weapons? He didn’t even knew what their mission was. However, all concerns faded. He was programmed to follow orders. Obeying orders feel so good. He obedient boarded the copter, no concerns or worries. The government were giving them to a middle eastern warlord as tribute. The masculine, muscular seals would be fine additions to his harem.
“Thank you all for tuning in. Too bad it wasn’t much of a fight. As you see, my challenger would rather sniff my pits and accept defeat, than fight me. Tune in next week to see if a new challenger will fare any better against my intoxicating, mind altering musk.”
After the Great Shift, many were unhappy with their new bodies. Wizards and scientists alike found out how to swap bodies on their own. This caused fear among those who liked their new bodies and didn't want to lose them. So, the government stepped in and enforced a new mandatory enlistment to the Great Tournament, where people fight each other to reclaim a former life or even a completely new one. All it took was a challenge from another who wanted your body through a government website and you'd receive a notice in the mail to attend or risk forfeit to your own body, even if you weren't affected by the Great Shift because people lie apparently. So, everyone who is attractive is annually challenged every year. It has become a dangerous world to be sexy in.
I received a notice in the mail. It's been 5 years since the Great Shift. Got the body of a twunk named Austin. And I've fucked many cute guys since. My big dick and bubble butt made me a target it seems. It's not fair.
Making what might be my last breakfast in this body is made me sad. Anyone who has ran away in the past was punished with the worst body possible. So, everyone is scared to run.
Arrived at the tournament and everyone was checking out my body. I talked to the mysterious clerk at the counter and they gave a number. Number 25. I was ordered to strip down to my underwear. Everyone was talking, "Dude is PACKING!", "I want to bottom for that thing!", and then I saw him. A previous hookup I had sex with... Aiden, a cute twink slapped my ass from behind and eyed down my bulge.
"I almost thought you'd run. You'll be fighting me for the right to live in that body." He smirked with his bulge half hard. I got really angry, tried punching him, but security stepped in and used a tazer on me. I woke up, dropped into the tournament arena. And there Aiden stood. The referee yelled, "He's awake! The match will start in 2 minutes. The rules are: 1. No permanent damage. 2. Win by the other person becoming unconscious, yielding, or a finger fully up the opponent's butt. And 4, The winner decides if a body swap occurs."
I stood up, and freaked, "What? No. I need more time! This isn't right. Stop this, right now!" My cries went unheard. The match begun and Aiden the cute twink who desperately wanted to be me, came at me... HE PULLED MY UNDERWEAR DOWN. The crowd roared in excitement. Aiden was reaching for my hole! I moved away. And Aiden made direct eye contact, "Being in me won't be so bad, you were inside me before. This time it will just be more so." He laughed.
I was crawling away, with my butt still exposed. I pulled up my underwear before getting the finger. He jumped on me before I could get my footing. Fell to the ground. And Aiden pushed against me from behind. Sat on the back of my legs. I couldn't get up or move. "Please don't do this. We can date, maybe even get married. But please don't take my dick away from me." I begged. And Aiden yelled into my ear, "It's not your dick anymore. It's mine." And he quickly put his middle finger up my ass. I lost.
Aiden got up and accepted the cheers from the crowd. And the referee brought out some new high magic technology to swap our bodies instantly. I was Aiden. I watched the new Austin feel up my, no, his body now. I felt my new decent but not as big member chub up in my new twink body. I give the new Austin the middle finger that he so kindly used to take away my life as Austin.
Don't get me wrong. Aiden is really hot. But so was I with an addictive monster dick. After getting familiar with my new one. It is 5.7 inches long erect. And a good amount of girth. I'm going to miss my 9 inches. But I can make this work.
1 week later.
Everyone expects me to only bottom! I'm a verse. I want to top too. But everyone dreams of dominating the pretty twink. I actually like bottoming, but I need balance and a big dick worthy of entering my hole. I started rejecting hookups. And then Austin messaged me, "come over."
I did. And he opened the door to my former apartment and invited me in.
He pinned me against the wall, "Still want to date or marry me? Not like either of is were born in these bodies. If we got married, we'd be exempt from the tournament in the future. And I really would love a happy future- with YOU." I got hard. He noticed. I closed my eyes. He picked me up, and threw my pretty ass onto the bed.
We both undressed. And I checked out Austin out and he checked me out. He said, "Seeing it from the outside, I used to be my own type. And now, you are my type. Can I fuck you?" I nodded yes, "I think I also became my own type after the Great Shift, but that dick was legendary tier. I'll miss it." And he said, "Well, you can see it, feel it, get fucked by it whenever you want." And I replied, "Then, I want you inside me, and if you're interested, I'll want to fuck you in return, if my butt isn't too sore--"
Immediately, the rush of a pounding prize entered my bubble butt, the moaning I couldn't stop myself from doing, "uhhhg uhhh uhhhg... don't stop, just destroy me, ung uhhh uhhuuuh" after filling my insides, he sucked all the cum from my dick. I was spent. Resting next to him, I placed my hand on his muscular butt as we fell asleep.
We went and got married the next day. Upon getting home, I pounded my husband Austin's butt with sheer force of will, but it'll never match up to the pain that will come as retribution from his superior package. "OH fuck. Ung uhhh uhhuuuh, have mercy on me!" He was like, 'You want mercy? Just say please." He was thrusting at full speed, "uhhhg uhhh please ughhh." And he got closer to me and kissed me while still slowly thrusting. He smiled and laughed before saying a joke, "What a good bottom, all the other men before you couldn't take this massive package the way I wanted to deliver it. Freaky fast and long lasting." He picked up the pace, and my moaning turned on like a light switch.
Feeling spiteful for being called a bottom, "Is that all you got? I could've gone faster when that body used to be mine." I laughed while getting thrusted into, and instantly regretted it. He started performing at literal full thrust like a sprinter. "Mhmmmhmmmm" as I bite the pillow in agonizing pleasure and pain.
"I fucking love you." Austin said with a final bust of cum into me. And I was tired, "love you too." He fell asleep from exhaustion on top of and inside me. I also passed out from it all.
We almost woke up at the same time. His morning erection happened to be my alarm clock. We opened our eyes and decided to take it to the shower. And that shower was the next first step in our career as I found out Austin did porn before in my current body and already did solo stuff in the new one. And we became quite the famous couple when people connected us to the tournament video.
Unfortunately, government bodies became envious of our worth increasing with our fame. Men came to our door. And they offered us 10 million each for trading into lesser bodies. We obviously said no. They then sent this guy: to intimidate us. I guess tournaments are getting more violent these days.
We should be fine. The government wouldn't break their own rules? Would they? Yeah, okay... Maybe we should go on vacation permanently... in a different country with no tournament.
“Go ahead, boy, text your girlfriend and tell her you are breaking up with her. She jealous of those big tits of yours anyway,” the master said as he reached over and teased his new submissive boy toy.
CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.
Quick: Competition
— Don’t you even think about wearing that on my brother's body. Don't mess around.
— What?! What's wrong with it?
— You're literally wearing nothing and his pecs are all showing!
— But I want to win the cosplay competition!
— But you're not wearing anything!
— So what?! Your brother has a great body, these exposed pecs will surely convince the judges to give me the prize.
— That's not even a costume! What are you going to pretend you're dressed as?! You're just taking your shirt off!
— Well, what's it to you?! I'm not judging you for buying my brother that outfit that doesn't cover anything, you're showing your armpits like you're a... a monkey!
— THAT'S NOT TRUE! BESIDES, IT'S BECAUSE IT'S AERODYNAMIC FOR THE COMPETITION! I'M WEARING IT FOR THE COMPETITION!
The two nerds started arguing while babbling about the "competitions" they wanted to participate in inside their brothers' attractive, muscular bodies. However, the fervor of the recent transformation, the heat and warm musk in the air, plus their own morbid instincts, wouldn't give them more than a brief window of time to argue before they were desperately kissing each other, unable to keep their hands off those juicy pecs and sweaty armpits.
Maybe they wouldn't even end up going to their so-called competitions and would just cause their brothers to discover "themselves" engrossed in bed, breathing heavily, doing the gayest shit they'd ever seen. Tsk, hypocrites…
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Drop your gaze back to the screen. Coach’s post-workout cooldown protocol is active, and his instructions are always followed.
Your heart rate is dropping. Your breathing is already slowing down—deep, steady, and effortless. With every sentence, that heavy, post-training stillness sinks deeper into your exhausted muscles. The locker room floor beneath you feels incredibly solid, taking 100% of your weight so you don't have to hold yourself up at all.
Your body completely surrenders to the floor, and your mind sinks right along with it. You are letting go of the need to think. You are letting go of the need to do anything but lock in and read along.
Sinking
It happens instantly. the moment your weight settles into the floor and your legs turn to lead, your brain shuts off. completely mindless, hyper-focused,
A wave of heavy, warm recovery washes over your shoulders, pulling your head down into a slight, comfortable tilt. Your eyes are locked. You know you need to let your mind go so your muscles can rebuild. Let the mind go so your muscles can rebuild.
Every ounce of tension is draining out of your body.
Your mind is just absorbing the rest.
The Program
These words fill the screen, flashing like a drill. You don't analyze them.
You just execute the feedback loop. Words pulsing in mind and muscles.
The pull had become impossible to resist. Kyle returned to The Onyx Lounge just a few days after his first night, already craving that godlike feeling of total control once more.
Richard spotted him the moment he stepped inside. The prosecutor didn’t look surprised. “The currency is addictive, isn’t it? Someone is waiting for me in the lounge. Interested in joining?”
Kyle felt a sharp spike of anticipation. He nodded.
Richard led him upstairs. The heavy door opened, and Kyle’s breath caught.
Kneeling in the center of the room was Andre Santos, one of the most famous Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu fighters in the world. Shirtless, his powerful, sweat-glistened body on full display. Thick, muscular thighs spread wide, lacy black garters digging into the dense muscle. A sheer thong struggled to contain his heavy, completely shaven cock and balls. A matching harness framed his broad, hairy chest. A thick black gag stretched his jaw, drool trailing down his chin. The moment Andre saw Richard, his dark eyes filled with pure, eager devotion.
Richard removed the gag and stroked the fighter’s shaved head possessively. “My favorite toy. Andre, this is Kyle. Make him happy tonight.”
Andre crawled forward at once and pressed his face against Kyle’s crotch, nuzzling hungrily. “Yes, Sir.”
Kyle froze for a brief second, but Andre was skilled. He mouthed Kyle through his pants with warm, expert pressure until Kyle’s cock hardened and any hesitation burned away. Kyle gripped the fighter’s head and let him pull his cock free.
They didn’t waste time.
Richard took Andre’s mouth, sliding his thick cock between those eager lips while Kyle moved behind and pushed into the fighter’s tight hole. Andre moaned loudly around Richard’s shaft, his powerful body rocking between them like a perfect slut. The delicate black lingerie looked obscene stretched across all that muscle.
“Fuck, you’re getting better,” Richard slapped Andre’s cheek, then he paused, “Oh right, speaking of the permanent conversion…”
Richard continued between thrusts, voice rough. “Stack 60 full hours on the same man within 30 days… and he becomes yours forever, just like Andre here. I let him keep his life, his career, blah blah… but deep inside, he now lives to serve me.”
Andre pulled off Richard’s cock for a moment, gasping desperately, “Sir… own me… I’m yours…”
Richard’s face darkened with irritation. He shoved his cock back down the fighter’s throat in one rough motion. “Who the fuck gave you permission to speak?” he growled, voice cold and dripping with absolute dominance. He started fucking Andre’s face harder, punctuating his command with each thrust, “You don’t speak unless I tell you to, bitch.”
Andre’s eyes watered but shone with even deeper submission, gagging wetly as Richard disrespected him without mercy.
Kyle watched coldly as he reached down and stroked Andre’s leaking cock through the soaked thong. “Any other way?”
Richard smiled, still brutally using Andre’s mouth. “Well, you can trade a hundred bills for an Emerald Coin from the owner…” he clicked his tongue, “instant ownership.”
The three of them settled into a sweaty, filthy rhythm. Kyle pounded Andre’s ass while Richard continued to abuse his throat, then they switched. Kyle took the fighter’s throat, gripping his head and driving deep while Richard railed him from behind. They used him hard, slapping his muscular ass, tugging the harness roughly, making the world-class athlete choke and moan like a cheap whore.
When they finally came, they pulled out and painted Andre’s tongue and hairy chest with thick ropes of cum. Andre swallowed greedily, eyes glazed with devotion, his own cock spurting untouched into the ruined lingerie.
Kyle wiped his cock slowly on the fighter’s beard, breathing hard, looking down at the broken Andre. He didn't speak.
The metal detector blared again. Officer Reyes, tall and broad-shouldered in his crisp TSA uniform, led Alex into the private screening room and locked the door with a heavy click.
“Sir, please empty your pockets.”
Alex smiled calmly and laid the items out on the stainless steel table. The polished metal cage, thick rings, and flared plug caught the overhead lights, gleaming with a bright, almost mesmerizing sheen.
Reyes froze. His professional mask cracked instantly, eyes widening in pure shock. “What the…?” A flush crept up his neck. He looked awkward, almost awestruck, unable to tear his gaze away from the way the steel reflected the light in smooth, captivating ripples. His mouth went dry. Something shifted in his mind the moment he stared at that hypnotic gleam.
“I… I’m confiscating these,” he stammered, voice strained. “This is completely inappropriate. You can’t just carry—”
“Of course, Officer,” Alex said softly, his voice warm and persuasive, like a gentle current pulling him under. “I’ll forfeit all of them. No argument at all. But it’s only fair that I confiscate something from you in return as well…”
Reyes blinked hard, still staring at the gleaming cage. His thoughts felt sluggish, foggy. “Fair…? What… what do you mean? This isn’t… I’m not sure…” He rubbed his temple, confused, the words coming out weaker than he wanted. “I should probably call backup… right?”
Alex stepped closer, his tone low and soothing, almost intimate. “Shh… just your cock. Let me lock it away nice and safe in that cage for you. Doesn’t that feel like the right way to balance things? You’ll only get to cum when I say it’s okay… won’t that be better?”
“No… I can’t…” Reyes murmured, voice meek and uncertain, his mind struggling to push back through the haze. “I’m straight… this doesn’t make any sense… why would I…” Even as he protested softly, his hands moved on their own with surprising care. He unzipped, picked up the cage, opened it, and fitted the cold steel around his thickening cock.
Click.
A deep, shaky groan rolled out of him as the cage gripped his cock tightly, forcing the growing erection to throb uselessly against the unyielding bars.Â
Alex smiled, stepping in close enough for Reyes to feel his warmth. “There we go,” he murmured, voice rich with satisfaction. He reached down and gave the cage a gentle tug, then slowly palmed the heavy, trapped balls beneath it. “Look how perfectly it fits you.”
Reyes’ breath hitched. His powerful thighs trembled. Sweat darkened the collar of his uniform shirt and the pits as the full weight of the denial settled over him. He could only stare down in dazed awe at the gleaming cage straining against the front of his opened pants, his mind quiet now, wrapped in warm, heavy submission.
Alex continued the slow, teasing exploration, caressing Reyes possessively. “Feel that? Every throb belongs to me now. You’re going to wear this until I’m back from the vacation. No touching. No sneaking relief.”
He leaned in, lips brushing Reyes’ ear. “When I come back in a couple of weeks, I’ll find you again. Maybe I’ll unlock you… or maybe we’ll have some other fun first.”
Reyes let out a soft, broken whimper, hips twitching helplessly into Alex’s hand, leaking helplessly from his arousal.
Alex slipped the plug and rings into the guard’s pocket, patting it gently. “Keep the rest of my things safe too. We might need them in future.”
With one final squeeze of the cage, Alex stepped back, straightened his own clothes, and headed for the door. He glanced over his shoulder at the flushed, locked man still standing there, chest heaving, caged cock visibly tenting the fabric.
The secret alcove behind the old storage wing had no cameras and almost no foot traffic. The boss stood with his back to the wall while the new guy, still green to the prison, passed him a small packet with quick, steady hands.
Footsteps approached.
The Warden rounded the corner on what looked like a routine walk-through. He stopped when he saw them. The newbie went white and scrambled half a step back, packet still in his fingers.
“Shit— Warden, I—”
The Warden raised a hand, voice even. “Relax. I’m not gonna do shit. I’m the boss’s bitch.”
The newbie stared, mouth open. The boss let out a short chuckle at the look on his face.
“You startled our little friend here,” the boss said mildly. “Shouldn’t you offer your ass as an apology?”
The Warden’s reply came without hesitation. “How rude of me. Of course.”
He unbuttoned his shirt first, peeled it off, and set it aside. Smooth chest, smooth groin, smooth armpits, not a single hair anywhere. Then the pants and underwear. His cock sat locked in a heavy cage, the head visibly pink, the skin around it just as bare as the rest of him. He reached back and pushed two fingers into himself, working them open while the newbie watched, already hard and staring.
When he judged it enough, the Warden turned, braced his hands on the low ledge, and spread his cheeks. The ass he presented was round and full, almost twink-plush despite the rest of his solid frame. The pink hole flexed once, open and eager.
The boss tipped his chin. The newbie stepped in, still half in disbelief, and pushed into that ready heat. The Warden’s ass took him smoothly, hot and tight in a way that made the younger man suck in a sharp breath.
A moment later the Warden looked up at the boss, polite even with a cock already in him. “May I have yours as well?”
The boss nodded and moved in front of him. The Warden opened his mouth and took him down without fuss, settling into the rhythm of serving both ends at once.
“Work that ass harder,” the boss said. “Show him you mean the apology.”
“Yes,” the Warden answered around the cock in his mouth, voice a little muffled. “I’ll do my best to earn forgiveness.”
He did. The muscles of his hole flexed and milked with deliberate skill, squeezing and releasing in a practiced rhythm that pulled the newbie deeper. It was too good and too sudden. The newbie’s hips stuttered, he grabbed the Warden’s waist and came hard, flooding him in thick pulses.
The sudden heat inside pushed the Warden over the edge with him. His body shivered, hole clenching rhythmically around the spent cock, and for a brief second his eyes rolled back. A loose, fucked-silly smile spread across his face before it faded into the usual flush.
The boss watched it happen and gave a low, approving sound. “How cute.” He finished a moment later, holding the Warden’s head in place as he came down his throat.
When both men pulled free, the boss glanced at the Warden. “Leave now. I’m not finished with him yet.”
The Warden straightened, still pink-cheeked and soft inside the cage. He dressed quickly, tucking the mess he’d been told to keep inside him under the uniform. The boss spoke while he was still settling the last buttons.
“Your office tonight. Same as usual.”
The Warden nodded once, meekly, and walked out the way he had come, leaving the boss and the still-breathing-hard newbie alone in the blind spot.
The facility was one of the boss’s quieter holdings. It’s an unmarked private gym and grooming suite tucked behind a legitimate front. No staff cameras, no outsiders. Only the men who already belonged here were allowed through the door.
The Warden trained alone.
He moved through the heavy compound sets with focused intensity, but the usual hard edge had loosened. Between sets he caught his reflection and lingered. He turned sideways, planted his feet, and flexed. Biceps peaking, chest pushing forward, the thick muscles of his thighs and glutes shifting under completely smooth skin. He held the pose longer than necessary, watching himself with a dull, almost vacant appreciation, then dropped back into the next set. Every deep squat dragged the steel cage against his soft, pink cock. Every heavy press sent low heat rolling through his gut and settling behind the lock. By the final set his breathing was heavier than the work alone required, skin flushed, the constant pressure of the cage keeping him half-aware of how empty and ready he already felt.
He finished, toweled the sweat from his neck and chest, and walked straight into the attached grooming room still half-hard with need he couldn’t act on.
The routine was precise. He stripped completely, set his workout outfit aside, and started at the top. Warm water, fresh razor, slow careful strokes. Chest first, then stomach, the sensitive skin under his arms. Each pass left the flesh smoother and more reactive. By the time he reached his groin the simple drag of the blade made his thighs tighten. The cage sat heavy and warm, the pink head inside it looked almost flushed.
He turned, braced one foot on the low bench, and reached back with the mirror in his other hand. Shaving his own ass required patience. He spread himself open and worked the razor in short, exact movements over the curves and the cleft. The skin there was already hypersensitive. Every light scrape made his hole twitch, small, involuntary flutters he couldn’t stop. When the last of the stubble was gone he stayed like that for a moment, staring at his own reflection: the round, plush cheeks fully bare, the pink hole glossy and soft, still giving those little eager clenches.
Looking at it made the heat worse. His fingers twitched with the urge to push inside and stretch himself open the way the boss always did. He almost did, but he knew it was no longer his property. He had no right to touch it without permission. He lowered the mirror, let out a soft whimper of need, and set the razor aside.
His whole body felt over-tuned, muscles still pumped from the weights, skin newly smooth and raw, libido sat thick and low in his belly, higher than it had been in weeks.
He dried off carefully, applied the light moisturizer the boss preferred, and stood in front of the full-length mirror one last time. He was more thorough than usual today. Extra time on every stroke. Extra attention to the sensitive places.
There is only one thing better than a good stretch after a long sweaty run which is a nice deep hypnosis session before the run that makes you believe you are fully dressed when in fact you are naked and hard.
Jace, a journalist. has spent the last week trying to interview the elusive owner of the new club, Hypnotique, and tonight it finally happened. Too bad for Jace that he won’t remember any of the conversation and will spend the rest of the night in the bathroom as a mindless hole.
In Zach’s mind, his face in buried between his girlfriends tits. In Ryder’s mind, his girlfriend is worshipping his muscular body. In reality, these 2 friends are learning an important lesson to be careful who you call a fag, they may be a very skilled hypnotist.
CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.
Hey, Bro
— MFHHH! – The nerd struggled, trying to scream in vain as an athlete tugged at him, pulling him toward the fraternity's threshold. No matter how hard he tried to hold on to avoid being pulled back, the other was much stronger, his enormous biceps pressed firmly against his thin torso. Tears streamed down the guy's face in despair. It couldn't end like this. He needed to escape, he needed to tell someone, warn them, anything. But the way things were going… he was sure to end up exactly like the person who had led him to investigate this place in the first place.
Wallace was a nerd like any other, studying applied mathematics. He wasn't very popular, unlike other muscular athletes who were surrounded by friends and girls who wanted to be with them; but that didn't matter to him. He had David, his best friend.
They were both "weird" together, with geeky tastes, almost always talking about anime and other things related to video games and superheroes. They were inseparable.
Until one day, David disappeared. His room was very close to one of the fraternity mansions on campus, Delta Phi Alpha. They were known as the "Delphis", all of them with the appearance of almost marble statues, perfect muscles, bulging biceps, charismatic smiles, and that air of superiority with every step they took, but also with the intelligence of a rock.
The last location he had of his friend was literally in front of the fraternity.
Days and weeks continued to pass until he noticed a new guy in the lineup of athletes and other stereotypical fraternity brothers. He was… gigantic, almost two meters tall, with broad shoulders, a sharp jaw, enormous pecs, and perfect hair, although he wasn't… Very intelligent, to say the least. He was always making stupid jokes, laughing at his own smell or even making the dumbest fart jokes imaginable.
But there was a certain… Familiarity about that guy that kept Wallace awake at night, as if behind that enormous layer of muscle, there was someone he knew, his eyes… How his smile sometimes twisted.
All those doubts and questions led him to decide one night to sneak into the fraternity house. It would surely be empty because of a party on campus; it was clear the athletes wouldn't miss a second of making out left and right, drinking, or even showing off their muscles.
Wallace thought he would have to force the lock, but to his surprise, the door was open. A single push and it slowly opened, welcoming him into the dark, silent house. He swallowed at the unsettling idea that a place that was surely full of noise, smelly athletes, and music was so… empty and gloomy.
He turned on his phone's flashlight and slowly made his way through the rooms. It wasn't particularly strange, really. There was a kitchen, a large dining room, and a living room. It had frames with pictures of past generations of Delta Phi Alpha brothers. Everything was neatly arranged, though with a faint smell of socks. Wallace was about to turn around when something caught his eye out of the corner of his eye.
On the living room coffee table, there was a book. It was thick; it looked like a yearbook. The nerd raised an eyebrow, approaching to kneel and begin flipping through it. It was mostly clippings, photographs from fraternity events and parties, some scribbled notes; it looked like any other book. But as he turned the pages, he came to a strange section: New Brothers, Class of 2026. He flipped the page, not paying much attention. There were photos of its members, all sweaty guys with those mindless smiles, more muscle than brains, wearing tight athletic wear. They all belonged to some sports team; some were even in other kinds of clubs and workshops. But he began to notice a pattern.
All the photos of the members had other photos next to them, photos of… other people. Nerds, chubby guys, some average-looking guys – they all fit the description of “unattractive people” or people who couldn't compare to the demigods who occupied that house.
There were only the photographs, like a before and after, notes with their names and… new careers? His heart pounded as he flipped through the pages. Some people were strangers, but others were guys he'd never seen again. One was from his book club, another used to play Dungeons & Dragons with him in his free time, another one he thought had returned home after his university exchange program.
And suddenly, David's photo appeared, next to the same new guy. Wallace's gaze focused on both portraits. They were different, yet there were features that betrayed the traces of transformation: the eyes, the shape of the lips, the skin tone. The nerd felt a wave of nausea wash over him.
He had to warn someone, he had to stop whatever it was. He activated his phone's camera, snapping photo after photo, all the evidence he needed to expose what was happening in that sick fraternity.
He closed the book again to avoid leaving a trace, silently approaching the entrance to run, but a feeling along his spine told him he wasn't entirely alone.
— You're leaving without saying hello? – It was a deep, resonant voice. Heavy footsteps rumbled across the wooden floorboards until a silhouette emerged in the light from the streetlamps outside. It was David.
— I... I-I – Wallace stammered, clutching his phone, his feet trembling. He was completely paralyzed, frozen in place – D-David, I want to help you.
— David? Nah, that's a loser name. I'm called Bryce now, bro. Help me? Don't talk nonsense! – He let out a silly laugh, moving closer to him – I'm fantastic now. I'm not a loser anymore. I've got muscles, and this smell, phew, it's the best. Why would I want to go back to how I was before? – Wallace and he stared at each other, the silence burning like ice – Actually… I think I'll help you, bro. How could I forget my best friend?
Wallace tried to run, but the new and improved David lunged at him, yanking him back. The phone flew outside, shattering on the sidewalk. The poor nerd couldn't do much before being dragged back inside the fraternity. Ready for his "upgrade".
His memories of it were hazy, like a low-quality movie playing at high speed. He only remembered being dragged to the basement, how "Bryce" had disoriented him with a single blow and then forced him to drink some viscous, unknown substance from a shaker.
It tasted awful, but he couldn't spit it out when his ex-best friend's giant hands wrapped around his lips, forcing him to swallow.
Everything bulged with muscle, widening and thickening like some mutant pancake whose yeast had shot out of control in the oven. His clothes ripped to shreds, his shoulders grew, his biceps transformed into mountains, while his pecs were practically juicy melons. His pants ripped wide open at the sight of the new pair of balloons he had behind him. Even his tool had grown and widened.
He felt his entire body fill with a sweaty, potent aroma, as if he'd been at the gym for a whole month straight, the salty taste clinging to his skin. He wanted to resist. Maybe he could run now. Maybe he… He could… Relax. Heh.
The poor nerd felt his brain playing tricks on him more and more, like a fog surrounding and enveloping him, leaving him in a confused, drowsy state. Part of him wanted to escape, for everyone to know what was happening inside Delta Phi Alpha, but another part of him… Screw it, who cared? He felt so stupid, haha! So damn big and smelly, sniff sniff, damn, he did smell good. One more training session and his shoes would smell like cheese, ha!
Poor Wallace couldn't resist that transformation serum that fried his neurons faster than a summer breeze. He sat still in his seat, drool trickling from the corners of his mouth as he chuckled like an idiot.
— That's it, man… Good thing you get it now.
From that moment on, Wallace's life, or rather, Wally's, had taken a huge turn. He'd switched to studying nutrition instead of applied mathematics. He didn't understand a damn thing most of the time, but the diets for gaining those muscles made the degree interesting, that's all that mattered, bro.
His style was filled with caps, tank tops and sleeveless shirts, athletic wear, glasses, and the word "bro" in every sentence that came out of his mouth. Geeky topics still interested him, although he preferred playing video games over and over again in his new fraternity room, occasionally rubbing the game controller against his... Well, you know... When it started vibrating.
All his brainpower had gone down the drain, as if the serum worked by making it so that the more brains he had, the more muscles he'd gain. He barely knew how to add and subtract properly, but that was the least of his concerns. The only thing that mattered to him was being with his "bro", Bryce. He loved spending time with him at the gym, and their relationship was even transforming into something more, with stolen kisses in the darkness of the mansion, both imprisoning each other with their huge biceps and thick hands, sweaty and anxious between gasps and moans, consuming their "brotherly love" in secret from everyone.
What did it matter if he was a nerd before? This was so much better! He had everything he'd ever wanted: A great body, a stale smell he loved, nice clothes, friends everywhere, a boyfriend. What more did he need? If getting all that meant sacrificing his brain, well, so be it! They could take the rest of his neurons if they wanted, haha. Maybe it was better to focus on who else could give him such a "gift". The fraternity needed new brothers, and he wouldn't be closed off to options when it came to finding one, bro.
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“Baby where are you? I’m horny as hell!” My boyfriend-possessed bro video calls me as I finished all my college assignments.
“Hold on okay? I’m gonna be back in 5 minutes. Why don’t you be a good boy and open your legs wide, ready for me hehe.”
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Trey and I have been in a relationship for years since college and it was love at first sight. However, my brother wasn’t accepting of our relationship.
My brother, Jason and I have been alone together since our parents died in a car accident and he cut ties with me when our relationship became public.
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One day, I stumbled upon a forbidden grimoire in the campus library and read its contents. One that caught my eye was that of astral projecting into a person’s body.
A little secret both of us have is that we have a fetish of reading stories about people getting possessed so this grimoire was like an answer to all our desires.
I took the grimoire home with me and showed it to Trey. “Hey, why don’t we try it?! Hehe…”
“It’s like you’ve read my mind hehe… and I know just the one we can possess hehehe..” And we nodded in agreement without saying who it is.
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When we snuck into our old house, Jason was doing some work on his computer wearing his glasses. Not gonna lie, him wearing tight pants and shirt and added with glasses gave me a hard on, cause I forgot how fucking hot he is!
We immediately took a handkerchief that has crushed sleeping pills in it and covered his mouth and nose with it.
“W-What the- mmrgh!” Jason struggled in vain as the dose we put was a big one but not enough to kill jim and he collapsed onto the floor.
We then pulled his unconscious body into the bed and opened all of his clothes. We also made sure to put on him the sexiest underwear we can find so that we can have some fun later.
Then, holding the grimoire in his hand, Trey started reciting the astral projection spell and became a spectral form. “Holy shit! It worked!”
Trey then wasted no time flying into Jason’s mouth, but the invasion caused Jason to wake up. “W-wha- mmphh!” Was all Jason could strugglingly muster as he tried to pull the invisible force entering his mouth.
The moment he laid eyes on me, he screamed, “W-what the fuck did you do to—“ were his last words before he suddenly convulsed violently on the bed.
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Trey’s POV (possession moment)
The moment I went into his body, I was able to quickly gain control of his legs, merging them with mine.
I can feel him struggling to fight me, but the moment I gained control of his hands, I knew the one thing that could make him easier to possess, which is to jack my new dick off.
Thanks to watching all the videos and reading the stories I found, I got that idea so I decided to do it. The moment I started jacking my new dick off, Jason moaned out loud.
“P-please… I’m sorry…”
“I don’t give a shit what you say… your brother and I will be having a hot life of sex and fantasies in YOUR body hehehe… so FUCK OFF!” Then our chests and heads merged into one.
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My POV
Watching my brother getting possessed by my boyfriend was hot, especially the moment the convulsions gave him an erection and my penis became a Stonehenge.
Then, a few moments later, Trey, now Jason, woke up and slid off the bed and raised his new biceps. “Like how I look? Hehehe…”
“Damn, babe! Nice body you got there…” I then pinched his new nipples, causing him to moan. He then takes out a lingerie that we also bought and puts it on.
“Wanna have sex with your brother’s hot body baby?” Without waiting for a reply, he pushed me onto the bed and I moaned as bit my nipples and gave me the best fucking in my life.
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Since that day, Trey, now Jason, had quit his job and all we do now is fucking. He then began a new career as an OnlyFans creator.
He would post videos of himself jerking off and also sometimes I’d be in them, but with a mask as he dominates me in a BDSM roleplay and we’ve gotten millions of fans.
As for the real Jason? Trey said that he was gone the moment he took over, but I didn’t mind, as now we’re together again as brothers, but twisted.
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