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Casper Possession Clip
Fatso loves going to music events, they were great for finding some hot fleshie action. Drunk hunks, good food, beer, loud distractions, it was a paradise! And he decided to haunt the big country music festival this weekend. He was eager for some good fried food and hard drinking. But as he flew over the crowds toward the stage to find a good vessel, he saw the main act, Luke Bryan, front and center.
He could barely contain himself and he instantly smirked and went invisible. He barreled towards the stage as Luke opened his mouth for a loud, long belt note. Fatso hit his mouth as Luke grunted and started gagging. The fans kept cheering, too drunk and thinking he was putting on a show for them. Luke’s cheeks and throat bulged as Fatso shoves in harder, determined to make it inside.
Luke felt his tight toned abs bloating out from all the fatty ectoplasm as Fatso was wedged halfway inside his body. Tail flailing desperately to get his gut in, Luke was trying to blow Fatso back out but the ghostly powers were causing Luke’s body to actually suck on Fatso taking him inside. His pecs pulsed and swelled out a bit like moobs.
The singer was stumbling around as he felt more ectoplasm surge into him, evening out by filling into his ass and crotch. His cheeks bubbled out even more as the fans hooted and catcalled him. His bulge engorged and ballooned to barely keep from ripping his jeans. With a final pop and a satisfied chuckle, Fatso was in control of Luke just in time for the song and the concert to conclude.
The horny ghost took a bunch of bows and enjoyed all the applause and attention. He felt the singer really fighting surprisingly hard so he rushed off the stage to the backstage area hoping to get busy with his plans. He was stopped by a fan gushing over him begging for an autograph.
The guy was a sexy young hottie, athletic and clearly gay. Fatso decided to flirt with him in his temporary body and when the guy offered his pen and paper, Fatso acted swiftly. He pulled the hunk into a hug against his bulging body and his throbbing crotch pressed against the guy’s as they both gasped. Fatso growler seductively as he moved the hunk’s hand to cup his fat ass.
The guy blushed and laughed nervously. Fatso planted a kiss on the stud’s cheek and told him that he secretly longed to be broken in by a hottie. And he was about to invite the guy to his dressing room when he realized how strong Luke was in actuality. He was jostled loose inside and Luke was grunting and groaning, bent over holding his gut.
Fatso was groaning inside as Luke started forcing him out like a giant blue bubble. From Luke’s bubble ass right through his jeans swelled a blue, transparent bubble that grew and grew. Fatso was annoyed and his throbbing blue ghost cock was clearly visible as the hunk looked on in horror. With a final push and a pop, Fatso was floating behind Luke, who was panting out of breath.
The hunk fled in terror as Luke turned to Fatso, still panting. “Who the hell do you think you are asshole?!” “Name’s Fatso sexy, and I’m gonna come back later tonight to finish what we started,” he smirked. Luke chuckled, “I’d like to see your fat ass try!,” and he passed out face first. Fatso kissed Luke’s cheek and flew off to carbo load for the night, eager to return to Luke.
Ghostly Trio Vs. Pro Wrestlers Part 3: Brutus Magnus Vs. Fatso
Fatso wanted to hurry and get his first possession under his belt so as to not be outdone by his brothers like always. He decided he didn’t care who his first fleshie was as he floated down the hall and into the locker room. It had a gold star that said “Magnus” on it. “Hehe, sounds like a condom, so maybe the guy in here will be hot,” he chuckled to himself.
He didn’t hear any noise from inside and thought he had found a dud room. Then he heard something small clank onto the floor. “Bloody damn it!,” said a sexy British accent from down the rows of lockers. Fatso immediately grinned like the Grinch. He floated closer and saw steam trailing from the direction of the noise.
He peered around the tiled wall and saw a stunning greek god figure of a man clad in a towel. He was built like a temple and Fatso was practically drooling from the sight. “Good thing razors aren’t food hehe! Better be more careful Brutus!,” the hunk joked to his reflection. He dipped the razor in the water below and resumed shaving his sexy, chiseled face.
Fatso watched enthralled as he shaved his chest, pits, and crotch for the next several minutes. He couldn’t believe how sexy Magnus was, but he liked him with his fuzz. Magnus dipped his razor one last time to clean it and looked down. Fatso dove into the steamy mirror and made all his hair grow back before he could blink.
Brutus looked up and was stunned, “What the bloody….,” he started seeing Fatso/ his reflection all scruffy again. But he suddenly realized he was much sexier with the hair. “I…can’t figure how it’s back, but it certainly is more becoming on me,” he chuckled smirking. He rinsed the rest of the shaving cream off his body and face.
He cleaned the mirror off and started flexing. He showed off his abs and biceps, making his meaty pecs bounce. “Damn, all that work at the gym never ceases to amaze me!” Fatso was loving how cocky the big guy was and he imitated his every move. Magnus turned around and flexed his back muscles and Fatso decided to have a little fun and made his reflection’s ass swell slightly and bounce.
Magnus chuckled, “Damn, would be nice if I could learn to bounce my ass like my pecs hehe.” He cleaned up and walked over to the lockers and sat on the bench as he started clipping his finger nails. Fatso turned invisible as he floated out of the mirror and over to where Brutus was sitting. The fat ghost was excited Magnus would be his first trophy of the night.
As the stud clipped, Fatso reached down and kneaded his slightly furry and warm pecs, making him moan and instinctively flex them. “Fuuuck, my pecs feel so good, like I just worked out…” The ghost then rubbed his biceps and arms like a horny fangirl. “Damn, why does my body feel so gooooood….?” Fatso placed a kiss to the back of his thick neck and the wrestler shuddered.
Magnus started perking a boner under his towel as he started sweating and panting like he was in heat. “Oh man……I’m getting…..so horny……” Fatso loved the effect he was having and reached down into the back of his towel and squeezed his thick ass cheeks making him yelp. “Woah fuck! Who touched me bum?!”
Fatso loved the tension and he flew around front and saw Magnus sweating. “There’s something…not right….here….,” the stud panted. “Oh it’s going just right actually big boy!,” Fatso chuckled. “Bloody hell, who said that?!” “Your new roommate!!,” Fatso laughed turning visible as Magnus went white as a ghost from shock and terror.
“Here comes Fatso!,” the ghost laughed diving down towards Magnus’ crotch. He shoved his head under the towel and against the stud’s still semi-hard cock. He grunted trying to get his head to slurp inside the piss slit as Magnus screamed and reached down, grabbing the huge wiggling belly and trying to push Fatso away.
“Nnnnnnnnnghh nooooo, you’re mine baby!,” Fatso grunted trying hard as the piss slit just slightly started stretching and giving way as his head slurped in up to his nose. Magnus screamed and pushed with all his might as Fatso popped loudly back out with a grunt. The ghost flipped through the air as Magnus recovered and dashed for the door.
Fatso collected himself and manipulated the locker in front of Magnus to fly open and smack him in the face. Brutus fell to the floor on his ass and saw stars for a few seconds before coming to just as Fatso hovered in front of him. “Round two babe!,” and Fatso shoved his head into Magnus’ mouth as the stud groaned.
He reached up trying to get Fatso out, grabbing his belly hard as his arms and shoulders slurped down into his throat making it bulge. Magnus was terrified as he felt Fatso moving down his throat into his tight body. His abs began to bulge with Fatso’s fat ectoplasm and he groaned. The big ghostly belly was wiggling and flailing like crazy as Magnus tried desperately with one hand to shove it out, while the other rubbed his growing gut.
“Comin’ through pal!,” Fatso chuckled as Brutus flailed around as the big belly was crammed inside and the thick tail was making its final descent. Magnus grunted as his lips popped shut around Fatso’s tail as it slurped down his throat. Magnus was rolling around on the floor grunting as he felt Fatso inflating throughout his body laughing the whole way. “Get ready to have some real fun fleshie!,” the ghost chuckled.
Brutus was smacking into lockers and moaning when he grabbed his still bulging abs hard as they jiggled and a loud boom was heard from inside. Magnus suddenly started caressing his gut chuckling. He lifted his head with a cocky smirk. “Mmm fuck yeah, now THIS is a body! Wish I had time to hit craft services up!” He felt his cock spring to life at the thought of stuffing his face.
He pulled the towel free and sat on the cold locker room floor stroking his stolen cock and he was in heaven. “Oh yeah, nothing like a good fleshie cock to start the night off right! But I need some extra stimulation…,” he chuckled eyeing the balled up towel next to him. He morphed it into a nice, fat vibrator as he chuckled. Without losing time or speed jerking, he leaned on his side and put the toy firmly on the ground.
He lined it up with his tight virgin hole and started easing it in laughing at how tight his ass was now. “Oh yeah, breaking in first timers is the best, especially sexy foreigners!” He started working himself on the vibrator as he jerked off. He thrust his body up and down panting as he worked his body from both ends. He loved how Magnus’ body still had a slight gut and he caresses it like Santa with his free hand and moaned.
He was going at it for 10 minutes, gasping, panting, chuckling, jiggling and jerking. Suddenly he felt his stomach lurch hard and he let loose a massive burp at the same time he let a massive fart rip. It was so hot coupled with the extra stimulation it put Fatso over the edge. He roared as he started shooting hot streams of warm cum all over the floor and himself. He collected some on his fingers and shoved them in his mouth.
“Mmm, yummy, English blend, my favorite!,” he chuckled. He was rubbing his gut in contentment when he felt himself abruptly dislodge inside Magnus. The wrestler was fighting back and his body was writhing and rolling around on the floor as Fatso grunted losing control. Magnus was groaning as he started regaining control. “Fuck, I was just about to eat!,” Fatso laughed from inside.
Brutus was writhing and moaning as he felt Fatso pull back into his ghostly form inside. He rolled over, ass in the air with the vibrator sticking out like a tail. Magnus contorted his face like he was trying to let out a massive fart. Suddenly the vibrator launched out of his ass like a rocket as Fatso’s fat blue tail started wiggling and flailing as it squeezed quickly and painfully out.
Magnus was in tears between pleasure and pain grunting as Fatso was stretching out his hole on the exit. The ghost was laughing as his huge belly squeezed out and his arms popped out. With a final huge push and a loud pop and a grunt from both men, Fatso fully emerged from Magnus. The wrestler looked over his shoulder in an ecstatic daze as he rubbed his sore stretched ass. “Bloody hell that felt brilliant,” he sighed, grinned, and passed out smirking in his own cum on the floor.
“Damn, I totally would’ve spent more time in you if not for this contest babe,” the ghost sighed. He floated down and groped the passed out stars ass as he sighed in his sleep. Fatso knew he had to go find his next conquest, but he gave Brutus a goodbye tongue kiss, savoring the taste of Magnus’ cum in his mouth. “Maybe I’ll swing by later and check on you hehe!” And with that, Fatso flew out of the locker room ready for his next fleshie.
Normally it wasn’t common for Fatso to go out of his way to possess athletes. They were tight, lean, sweaty, and they just suited his bro’s more than him. But when he saw Jackson running around on the field during an evening soccer practice, he was struck by instant attraction.
The rest of the team had retired to the locker room to hear the coach give feedback while Jackson went around to clean up the equipment. He sauntered in 10 minutes into the coach’s remarks and plopped on the bench with a horny, satisfied look. He kept looking all around at his hot, sweaty teammates, licking his lips, winking, blowing them kisses. Most of them blushed, looked away and moved their crotches strategically. Fatso was about to give team player a whole new meaning!
OUaT Ghostly Trio
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Mr. Gold aka Rumplestiltskin was a shroud busy man who always liked to get ahead at the expense of the good guys. Gold had many enemies within Storybrooke. But his biggest problems these days were the trio of men that constantly looked to catch Gold doing anything bad. Prince Charming, Captain Killian Hook, and Robin Hood made it their mission to keep Gold from spreading evil. Gold was selfish and only wanted to make his life better.
He loved to make deals that benefitted him. Of course, if the deals also hurt someone else, that was just icing on the cake to Gold. He always had a plan A, B, C, and even K, so he would never lose. He always knew how to make his life better at the expense of someone else. He had mellowed somewhat since his Enchanted Forest days behavior wise, but he was still shrewd and sharp as ever.
Gold had plans to make Storybrooke more to his liking, but he couldn’t do it with those three meddling in his affairs. He needed to find a way to get them out of his hair. He owned the local pawn shop, and all of his magic charms and objects were kept there. He contemplated using a curse to trap the trio, or maybe a sleeping spell, or maybe just kill them instead. No, those would all cause too much of a scene and ruin his life because the entire town would turn against him. He needed a way to make them harmless without harming them.
Gold flipped through his many books looking for spells and charms and curses. “A love spell? No, that’s the last thing I want from those three headaches,” he said turning a page. “Maybe an age reversal,” he said running his finger down another page, “No, they were probably more annoying as children then they are now!,” he said opening a different book. Gold was quickly growing frustrated as he tried to think of a way to keep the three heroes from getting in his way.
He smacked the books in front of him away in frustration. They flew off the counter and scattered onto the floor. One knocked into a small end table with various antiques on top and it wobbled. A large dark purple jar fell onto the floor and clanked on the ground. It was a magic jar so it wouldn’t break, but Gold ran from behind the counter anyway to examine the damage. He knelt down and picked up the large jar, which was much lighter than it looked. It had a faded yellowing label across its side which read, “Ghostly Trio - Slaves for Eternity, Open Only If Truly Desperate.”
Gold tried to recall who the trio was as he held the jar. He pondered and suddenly had an aha moment as he remembered. “You three bumbling buffoons sold your souls to me in exchange for the best prank ever. Well I’ve kept you locked up as payment until now. But I think I’ve finally found a use for your unique brand of haunting,” Gold laughed as the jar vibrated as the trio moved inside. “The three of you are going to take care of three problems I have right now,” he said as the jar continued to shake.
He walked to the middle of the room and placed the jar on the floor and walked back behind the counter. He laughed, bringing a hand to his forehead as he said, “I can’t believe I’m trusting this mission to the three ghostly stooges,” and pointed his finger at the jar. A bright flash like a lightning bolt shot from his finger through the air and struck the jar. The bolt vanished after hitting the jar and seemed to do nothing at first. Then the jar began to shake furiously and bounce on the ground as if it were rubber.
Suddenly the lid of the jar flew off and smashed against the front door of the shop as the jar floated inches from the ground. The jar landed on the floor with a thud. Gold watched as three bluish white forms slithered up out of the jar and morphed into larger ghostly humanoid forms.
The one in the middle grew long and slender with a long face, prominent nose, and piercing purple eyes. His name was Stretch, the joisey accented cocky leader of the group. The ghost on the left was average with a slightly prominent little belly, buck teeth, and a cloud of musk about him; he was Stinky, the immature childish prankster and smelly member of the group. The ghost on the right was a huge, fat blob with a large gut, rounded face, and a deep hearty laugh and love of food to make any competitive eater envious; he was Fatso, the largest, hungriest, jiggliest member of the group.
The trio hovered in the air above the jar not realizing Gold was there as well. “How damn long were we trapped in there boys?,” Stretch asked cracking his arms and stretching. “Must’ve been at least 150 years by now,” Stinky added cracking his back. “It was so damn cramped in there,” Fatso groaned. “Maybe if someone wasn’t as big as a barn, it would’ve been more comfortable,” Stretch complained slapping Fatso’s ectoplasmic belly making it jiggle. Stinky laughed at the joke as Fatso groaned and pouted at Stretch. “I’m hungry!,” Fatso whined. “Yeah, well what do you plan to do about it tubbo?!,” Stretch interjected. “Yeah, without a fleshie it’ll go right through your big gut!,” Stinky laughed. Fatso started floating around chasing Stinky as Stretch laughed.
Gold cleared his throat and the three ghosts immediately stopped in their tracks and focused on him. “If you three bumbling dolts are done wasting my time, I’ve got a mission for you,” he said walking over, tapping his cane on the floor as he strolled over to the trio. Stinky cringed with fear saying, “Th…th…th…that’s the creep who trapped us.” Stretch wasn’t scared and defiantly said, “And why should we listen to you, bone bag?!” Gold snickers and says, “Because I own your pale, pathetic asses, that’s why.”
Fatso was surprised and Stretch was furious at Gold’s remark. “Nobody tells the Ghostly Trio what to do fleshie!,” he yelled flying towards Gold. Gold snickered and pulled a glowing violet crystal from his jacket pocket and held it in front of him. Stretch suddenly stopped midair and was thrown back towards his brothers as they gasped. Stretch flipped in the air and was dizzy. He shook his head and regained himself as Gold laughed to himself.
“You three don’t remember our deal I take it,” Gold said to the surprised trio. “What deal?,” Stinky asked nervously. Gold walked closer as he said, “The one in which you promised to serve me forever of course.” “We’d never be stupid enough to agree to that!,” Fatso yelled. “Oh but you are and you did dearies,” Gold snickered, “This crystal allows me to control you if I so choose, and you are my servants unless I say otherwise.” “We never made no deal with you creep!,” Stretch said holding his dizzy head.
“You three made a deal with me that in exchange for your eternal servitude and the rights to your spirits, you three would have the greatest prank powers for the rest of your lives. You terrorized the land until, one day, you lot all died trying to pull off a prank on the mayor of your town. You all became ghosts, and were quickly imprisoned in that jar so you could forever serve me. As you lot were trapped, this crystal formed before me as part of our deal, ensuring you’d listen to me no matter what,” Gold said as he giggled like Rumple.
Stretch pulled himself together and looked at his two brothers and then Gold. “What do you want then fleshie?,” he begrudgingly asked. “I have three pains in the arse if you catch my drift,” Gold elaborated, “What skills in taking care of people do you idiots have?” The ghosts looked at each other without saying a word. “We can scare them to death,” Stinky laughed. “That would cause too much trouble for me,” Gold said shooting the idea down. “We could hypnotize them for you,” Fatso offered. “Don’t you think I could’ve done that on my own moron?!,” Gold snapped. “We could trap them in an alternate dimension,” Stretch chimed in. “Are you three seriously not getting that I could do any of that with a snap of my fingers! I need something only a ghost can do!,” he yelled slamming his cane on the ground.
The three looked at each other and then Stretch said, “Well we do hold a record for one trick.” “Oh, and pray tell what that is,” Gold said sarcastically rolling his eyes. The three ghosts said in unison, “possession.” “What’s that?,” Gold asked confused. “Basically, we invade a fleshie and take them over for as long as possible, like we become them,” Stretch said. “So you could impersonate them and also control them?,” Gold asked intrigued. “Yeah, we take their body and their life,” Fatso laughed.
“That would make my life easier and also give me the chance to humiliate those bastards,” Gold theorized. “Alright,” Gold said lifting the crystal up, “Go and possess the three heroes pestering me! Prince Charming, Captain Hook, and Robin Hood!,” Gold yelled pointing the trio to the door. They grimaced at the old trickster before turning around and floating through the front door, out into Storybrooke to do Gold’s bidding.
On the other side of town, Charming, Hook, and Robin decided to split up and search the town to see if Gold was up to any evil tricks. Charming headed off towards the docks, Hook towards the forest, and Robin towards the library in the center of town. None of the hunky heroes know what the trio or Gold have in store for them. The trio see the three men split up and decide to go separate ways as well. Stretch floats off after Charming while Fatso lustfully floats after Hook thinking he could squeeze into the sexy pirate. Stinky floated slightly behind Fatso with the larger ghost knowing; Stinky knew Fatso could never possess Hook even if he tried.
Charming made his way down to the wharf and scanned the piers and boats from the water’s edge as the sun set slowly in the background. He was wearing tight jeans, comfy sneakers, a white t-shirt and a tight leather jacket. He decided to check out the big boat house building where the repairs to vessels were made. As Charming made his way inside, Stretch laughed to himself watching the dashing hunk enter the building. “Normally I don’t take orders from nobody. But damn fleshie, there’s no way in hell in letting you get away,” he laughed floating through the wall after Charming.
Charming looked around the warehouse floor, finding boat parts lying all over the floor and engine oil spilled everywhere. He walked over to the back corner and started examining the boss’ desk which was covered in miscellaneous files and papers. He started rifling through the forms as Stretch found his hiding place phasing into the small mirror that was on the desk beside Charming as he investigated diligently.
“What are you planning Gold? I know you used this place at one point as a hidden base of operation,” Charming said to himself as he hopelessly looked through the papers. Frustrated, he looked away from the papers and noticed himself in the mirror, and he couldn’t look away. But he wasn’t liking what he saw; his normally fair and handsome skin had a sickly bluish tint, and his dazzling eyes looked purple and dull. He leaned in closer to examine his normally gorgeous face. “What kind of stupid trick is this Gold?!,” he asked not amused by what he saw.
Charming looked confused and had no idea Stretch was waiting to strike. Stretch suddenly popped his head out of the mirror inches from a shocked Charming and yelled, “BOO!,” as he eyed the prince up and down like a sexy piece of meat. Charming opened his mouth to scream as Stretch floated completely out of the mirror. Just as Charming was about to scream, Stretch arched over him and said, “Uh uh uh, we can’t have you making a scene bone bag!,” and he flew towards Charming’s gaping mouth.
Stretch’s head hit Charming’s mouth and popped between his lips like a lollipop as the prince’s screams were suddenly muffled. Stretch was cackling as he slide his long slender body into Charming. His ghostly tail sticking out of the man’s mouth wiggling and thrashing about as he squeezed inside. Charming was flailing his arms, frantically trying to grasp Stretch’s tail to pull him out. His hands phased right through the invading ghost. “Fat chance bone bag! You’re mine now!,” Stretch yelled from inside Charming’s chest.
The noise filling the building sounded like a deflating balloon as Stretch made his way inside. Charming was groaning through ectoplasm filled cheeks as he felt Stretch filling up his body. The man stumbling around in fear as the ghostly blue tail shrank down into his mouth. Charming bumped into the desk and his legs thrust him back off as he grunted. Stretch’s wagging tail finally slipped between Charming’s lips with a wet pop and a grunt from the prince.
Charming’s cheeks were puffed up as Stretch filled him out inside. The man danced around the room, flailing his limbs out crazily as Stretch hooted and laughed inside his belly. “Boy, for a hero, you sure know how to move your body dirty!,” Stretch joked. Charming stumbled into a file cabinet and he and Stretch groaned in unison. Charming was spinning around like a top as he was possessed. “Hey fleshie, how did you know I love a good struggle?,” Stretch laughed.
Charming stumbled his way to the middle of the room and he felt himself losing control as Stretch filled him up. He was blurring as the ghost filled into his body throughout. Charming was swinging his torso in circles and his head spinning when his hands came down to grab and steady his stomach there was a boom from within as he swallowed Stretch’s ectoplasm hard with a squelch as he fell silent and looked down emotionless. Seconds later he lifted his head and a devious smirk formed on his face.
“Oh yeeeeeaaaaah,” Charming said with Stretch’s joisey accent. The possessed prince brought his arms up and started groping and feeling up his new body. He loved the leather jacket Charming was sporting and how it hugged his body as did his jeans. “This is one nice body fleshie! Happy to say it’s mine now!,” Stretch laughed feeling himself up as he grew hard in his tight jeans. Stretch groped his new cock and decided he wanted to make some improvements.
He closed his eyes and focused on Charming’s muscles and his ectoplasm started to pump into his limbs. His pecs inflated like basketballs and his abs were like baseballs as his leather jacket strained to contain them. His cock and balls swelled as if suddenly filled with jello and his ass popped out as the denim was ready to give if he moved too suddenly. His facial features became slightly more chiseled and his arms and legs bulked up to the point he could choke a bear. His body stretching with a rubbery noise throughout which only made Stretch’s already raging boner more intense.
Once he finished, he opened his eyes and admired his new improved body as he felt himself up. “Now see this is what I’m talkin’ ‘bout bone bag! Look at this bod of yours now!,” he said eye banging his own body. He groped his new muscles and savored how they were firm yet plump with a bit of a bounce/ jiggle to them. He laughed to himself and then spied the door out of the corner of his eye. “I think it’s time I go see if my partners have finished their missions yet,” Stretch snickered as he finished fondling himself and headed for the door to meet up with Fatso and Stinky.
Hook had wandered into the forest on the edge of town looking for clues about any dark plans Gold might have for the town. Fatso and Stinky were hot on his trail. Fatso ogled Hook in all his tight leathery goodness from his ass hugging pants to his chest groping vest and long trench coat, it was a leather paradise for him. And Hook’s sexy good looks, unfailing smolder, and quick whit were icing on the perfect yummy cake for the big ghost.
Fatso watched from a distance as Hook weaved through the trees looking for any sign that Gold had been there recently. The big ghost rubbed his hands in anticipation of taking over the sexy pirate. “Might be a tight squeeze, but that ass of yours is all mine now fleshie,” he goaded to himself. He hide behind some tree branches waiting for the best time to strike. Hook moved some branches out of his way and said, “What the hell are you up to crocodile? What are you hiding from us?,” he said to himself pushing more branches aside.
“That’s it hot stuff, just a little closer,” Fatso whispered to himself watching Hook move closer. The pirate turned the corner and suddenly heard a deep bellowing laugh from above him. He looked up and saw Fatso quickly flying down from the trees towards him. Hook stood in gaping horror as the fat ghost approached him. He was about to scream for help when Fatso yelled, “Don’t ruin the party fleshie!,” and his head met Hook’s face.
Fatso’s head was pressed hard against Hook’s gaping mouth as the big ghost grabbed the back of Hook’s head and pressed his ghostly head hard against the pirate’s mouth. He was wiggling his tail frantically and twisting his head trying to squeeze into Hook. The pirate moaned in terror and squatted down trying to get away from Fatso. “Come on fleshie…open wider for me,” Fatso groaned as he tried squeezing in harder as the noise sounded like a balloon rubbing against Hook’s mouth.
Hook was moaning through Fatso and managed to compose himself enough to lift his hands and try to grab Fatso’s big jiggling belly. His hands phased right through Fatso, who laughed and said, “Ooo, that tickled fleshie!” Hook was feeling Fatso slowly cram his head even harder into his mouth and he groaned as he felt his lips stretching trying to give Fatso enough room to enter. He raised his hands again but this time tried pushing on Fatso’s big belly.
The ectoplasm jiggled, but Hook realized he was able to touch Fatso this way. He started peddling his hands in front of him desperately trying to push Fatso off. The ghost gripped Hook’s head harder and complained, “No way fleshie, you’re going to be mine!” Fatso felt his grip slipping as Hook sensed an opportunity and pushed super hard against Fatso. His belly jiggled and he lost his grip on Hook, who screamed as Fatso was shoved away from his mouth.
Fatso floated back up into the air and crossed his arms. “Damn it! Why can I never have the hot skinny guy?! That should’ve worked!,” he moaned. Hook ran screaming from the clearing as Fatso watched frustrated above. Hook hid behind a tree and peered out at the defeated ghost. “I guess I have to get the big guy,” Fatso moaned as he turned and flew off towards the center of town to take Robin.
Hook didn’t realize Stinky had been watching and giggling the whole time at Fatso’s attempt. “What the bloody hell was that??,” Hook asked panting for air. “That was Fatso, and that tub of ectoplasm should know better than to try and steal my fleshie,” Stinky laughed. Hook turned around and saw Stinky floated inches away from him with wide eyes as he eye banged the sexy pirate. Hook screamed again and took off running as Stinky said, “I do love a good fleshie hunt,” and flew after the pirate.
Hook was weaving through trees as he ran trying to get away from Stinky. He occasionally glanced over his shoulder at Stinky gaining on him. He wasn’t looking where he was going and tripled over a large root sticking out of the ground. Hook fell onto his knees as his leather trench coat tail fell off to the side with Hook’s tight leather covered ass pointed in the air for Stinky to ogle. “Woah momma! Fatso was right! You do have one fine ass fleshie!,” he said rubbing his hands together, “And it’s mine now!!,” he yelled diving towards Hook’s vulnerable butt.
Stinky hit Hook’s tight leather pants and phased right through as he slide between Hook’s plump ass cheeks like rubber and glided smoothly into the pirate’s tight virgin hole with a giggle. Hook screamed as he felt the cool ectoplasm slithering up his ass right through his pants. Stinky’s tail was flailing and thrashing as he invaded the pirate, causing his hips to sway slightly from side to side. “You think you’re sweaty now, what till I get done with you!,” Stinky laughed from inside Hook’s body as the pirate writhed and rolled around in the ground.
It felt like a cool, ghostly vibrator was moving past Hook’s prostate as Stinky continued sliding inside. Hook started to moan lightly in pleasure as Stinky went further and deeper into his ass which felt amazing. The last of Stinky’s tail phased through the pants and up Hook’s hole as it closed around it with a wet slurp and a pop. Hook yelped softly as he felt his hole close around Stinky and his cheeks immediately filled with ectoplasm as he rolled onto his back and Stinky cackled inside him.
Hook threw his limbs out wildly as he felt Stinky swell inside his lean body as he groaned. Hook smacked his hook onto the ground as Stinky joked, “I’ve hooked you now fleshie, and soon you’ll be horned too!” The pirate writhed and moaned through full cheeks as Stinky inflated into every part of his body. Hook’s stomach was churning and swaying from all the movement the possession caused. Hook’s head was rolling from side to side when his hands grasped his belly to steady himself, he swallowed Stinky’s ectoplasm hard with a squelch, and a boom was heard from within his stomach as his head looked down and he fell silent for a few seconds.
Suddenly his head lifted up and he started giggling like Stinky as he pulled himself to his feet. “Woah, tubbo was right about you mate,” Stinky mocked the way Hook spoke. He ran his new hands all over his leather clad body savoring how the tight material hugged his everything like a glove. He felt his pecs, cock, abs, and then his hands found the perfect bubble ass he had just invaded and gave it a good grope. Stinky giggled and winced from the squeeze and said, “Fatso was right, this is one HELL of an ass you’ve got! But I think I need to personalize you a bit more if you don’t mind fleshie!,” he laughed to himself.
He closed his eyes and sighed. As he did, a thick cloud of Stinky’s infamous foul breathe seeped out of Hook’s sexy mouth and began swirling around Hook’s body, enveloping the hunky pirate. As the musk traveled over Hook’s body, it began to throb and stretch. His cock inflated, his pecs swelled, his arms and legs bulged, and his already killer ass ballooned until the leather groaned barely able to contain Hook’s improved body.
The cloud dissipated and Stinky marveled at his new body which was now sweating a great deal from the growing. Stinky lifted his arms, allowing his stronger sweaty musk to escape from Hook’s leather covered pits to rise through his sleeves as Stinky inhaled deeply. “Ahhhhh, that’s more like it!,” he laughed. He felt his bulked up body all over and loved the mix of sweat and leather. He groped his new bigger ass like never before and moaned at how sensitive it was. “Quite the money maker I’ve got now,” he laughed slapping his ass cheeks, “Can’t wait to show the fellas!,” he said as he turned and headed towards the center of two to meet up with Fatso and Stretch.
In the heart of town, Robin had just reached the town library under the big clock tower and entered the seldom busy building which was closed for the weekend. Fatso was hovering above, still bitter about not getting his sexy pirate body. “Why do I always have to get the big guys?,” he moaned to himself. He followed Robin through the front door and floated silently behind the infamous bandit. Robin made his way through the countless rows of books searching for clues to Gold’s possible plans.
He saw a table at the end of a row of books covered in scattered open books and papers and thought it could be Gold’s handy work. Fatso was floating a few inches behind waiting for his opportunity. Robin examined the table and fingered through the assorted materials about plants and minerals and Wiccan religious beliefs (this was research Belle was doing to come up with a charm to prevent Rumple from using dark magic in the future). “What the hell is the Dark One scheming now?,” he asked out loud.
He continued rifling through the the papers when he heard a thud from two isles over. He went to investigate and found a huge tome that had fallen off the shelf. He picked it up and placed it back on the shelf. “This place always did give me the creeps,” he said. Suddenly he heard a deep hearty laugh from behind him as Fatso said, “You ain’t seen nothin’ scary yet fleshie!” Robin turned around to see Fatso gliding towards him, blue belly jiggling as he moved.
Robin was frozen in fright and Fatso was chuckling to himself as he neared the sexy bandit. Robin opened was standing with his legs spread out as he was frozen where he stood. “Well you might be bigger fleshie, but at least you’re hot!,” Fatso joked. He slammed his big head into Robin’s crotch and phased right through his pants and his big head slide into Robin’s cock as Fatso laughed. Robin yelped from the intrusion and Fatso’s arms quickly sank into his cock after his head as the room sounded like a big balloon was deflating.
Robin was moaning as Fatso’s big tail made his cock bloat to let him through. His cock had stretched considerably and Fatso’s big, thick tail was wagging and squirming like crazy in Robin’s crotch. Robin gained his composure enough to try and push on Fatso’s rapidly shrinking tail, which only made the belly jiggle and Fatso laughed, “You ain’t keepin’ me out fleshie, possession’s 9/10’s the law, and you’re all mine!” Robin groaned as he felt his stomach start to expand the fit all of Fatso inside it.
Robin was groaning as the last of Fatso slipped into his cock with a wet schloop and a slurp, a grunt from Robin and a chuckle from Fatso. Robin’s cheeks immediately puffed up as Fatso fit entirely inside him and the bandit felt bloated to the max like a stuffed animal. Robin felt the girthy ghost balloon out from his stomach as he laughed from inside. “You’re more roomie in here than I thought big guy,” Fatso laughed. Robin started to stumbled around, knocking into bookshelves as he went.
He was groaning through his filled mouth as he was possessed. Robin stumbled stomach first into the table and Fatso groaned in unison with Robin as he thrust back off and spun around. “Not so rough fleshie, you’ve got precious cargo in here!,” Fatso laughed deeply, Robin feeling the laughing, jiggly ghost belly inside his own slightly bloated one. Robin’s limbs flailed out sporadically as Fatso took him over. Robin continued stumbling and spinning until he made his way to the center of the library.
His belly was no pulsating and churning with a mind of its own as Fatso settled and Robin’s hands came down to grab his belly as he swallowed the ectoplasm hard with a squelch and a thunderous boom from his stomach. Robin fell silent and his head was down emotionless. Suddenly the deep chuckle that was previously coming from Robin’s belly now appeared to be coming from his mouth. He lifted his head with a big silly grin on it.
“Well it was fun invading you after all meat bag!,” Fatso laughed. He rubbed his toned belly and said, “But I think I need to personalize ya a bit to suit me if ya know what I mean,” he chuckled. He closed his eyes and filled his cheeks with air like a blowfish. His body started to jiggle and vibrate as he morphed. His face became a bit rounder and pudgier, his arms and legs had some extra fat added to them. His pecs looked a little more like man boobs but still firm, his abs bulged out to cover a muscle gut underneath. His ass got a bit more flabby and his cock and balls grew larger as they stretched like rubber as Robin’s clothes could literally just contain Fatso’s improvements.
Fatso opened his eyes and started groping around his new body. “Hubba hubba, look who’s the belle of Fatso’s ball now fleshie!,” he joked to himself. He loved how Robin was still hunky but also chunky liked he liked his guys. “I don’t care what that old creep wants me to do, as long as I’m in this stud, I’m happy,” Fatso laughed smacking his muscle gut and feeling it jiggle. He gave his improved cock and nice grope through his pants and moaned in pleasure. He caught sight of the clock above the checkout desk and assumed the other two were ready. “Let’s go meet up with my brothers,” Fatso said to himself as he left the library to meet Stinky and Stretch.
Stretch strolled down Main Street in front of Granny’s dinner is his bulked up body and Charming never looked better. Stinky met up with him in his new Hook body and Stretch was impressed. “Damn, that leather really looks good on ya Stink!” Stinky giggles and replied, “And with all this sweat, it smells even better!” They turned and saw Robin walking towards them and heard Fatso’s victorious laugh from his mouth. “How does the big guy feel big guy?,” Stretch laughed. Robin grabbed his bigger muscle gut and jiggled it as Fatso responded, “Like a yummy dream come true.”
The three ogle each other’s sexy bodies and start a three way make out session with lots of grinding and groping. Stinky and Fatso feeling up Stretch’s pumped muscles, Fatso and Stretch squeezing the hell out of Stinky’s bubble ass, and Stinky and Stretch fondling Fatso’s nice big, hard cock. All the heat they’re generating starts to give off steam as the three hunks go at each other in the middle of Main Street. The three were so horny and lustful they didn’t even hear or see Gold appear in a swirling purple cloud of magic.
“If you three numbskulls are finished getting off with each other, I have work for you to do.” They ignored him and continued their group tongue wrestling. He sighed in frustration. “I understand you’ve been without bodies and sex and urges for over 100 years, but damn it listen to me,” he argued. They still were more interested in sex. Gold pulled the crystal out and as it glowed, the three hunks were forced backwards.
“Hey, what gives?!,” Stretch protested. “Yeah, we were stuck in that jar so long…,” Stinky whined. “…the least you could do is let us have some fleshie fun,” Fatso continued. Gold held out the crystal and replied, “No, but what I can do is pull you out of those bodies and put you back in that jar forever.” The three hunks remained quiet and listened to Gold intently. “Good, now we have lots of work to do. I plan on making this town my personal paradise where I’m happy and all the heroes are miserable.”
The three studs didn’t dare interrupt Gold for fear of his wrath. “…and that’s where you three bozos come into play. Inside these men, you not only keep them out of my hair, but you ruin their happy endings along with everyone close to them. And that’s perfect to me,” Gold laughed in his Rumple voice. “So we get to keep our sexy new bodies?,” Stretch inquired.
“I insist you do moron,” Gold replied annoyed. The three hunks laughed to themselves. “So what do you want us to do?,” Stinky asked. “Yeah, what can we do to help with that plan of yours?,” Fatso asked. “Go and pretend to be the heroes you now possess and await further instructions from me,” Gold said, “And don’t fuck this up!,” he yelled as he vanished in another purple smoke cloud. The three looked at each other, smirked, and headed off. Hook towards Emma, Robin towards Regina, and Charming towards Snow, ready to make some unhappily ever after a for Gold.
To be continued?
Male Transformation Blog: “Best Of All Worlds”
Might have seen this one on a few other tumblrs, but it’s still one of my absolute favourites written by “Curious”! I’ll probably post a few more of his works if I have the time. Look forward to it! /Verus
“What?” Jeremy whispered raising his eye inquisitively.
“Well, you see… It’s just that… I….” I started to stutter out. I made this big deal about how I was finally going to get up the courage to tell him how I feel and here I am making a fool out of myself. “You what?” he asked a bit more gently. “I… uh… uhm I l-“ I could feel my cheeks flushing with color, why was this so hard? I took a deep breath and before I knew it the words came tumbling out:
“I love you!” I semi-shouted. Oh damn, my face was really burning now. “I-“ he was cut mid-sentence as a sudden spasm went throughout his body and I saw a mischievous flicker in his eye as they temporarily flashed a dark brown instead of his usual blue. Must have been a trick of the light? “Oi, so this is him, eh?” Jeremy’s had said those words, but he didn’t talk like that. He looked himself over, and turned around looking at his back-end. Before finally he reached down with one hand and felt his package. “Wow, got quite the monster in there now doesn’t he?” he winked.
By now I started feeling light-headed. Was this his sick way of blowing me off? I was snapped back to reality when I saw him undo his pants and pull them down, revealing a nice seven or eight inch cock, neatly trimmed. “Wow…” he gasped to himself before swinging his hips from side to side, watching his package bounce every which way, “It’s so much heavier…” He said before reaching down and starting to pump it. This was more than I could stand, my blood was boiling and I had no intention of holding back exactly what was on my mind, “Dude, if you didn’t feel the same fucking way all you had to do was say so. Not do… This!” I gestured at him, “Fucking a I-“ “Woah, woah. Slow your roll homey.” He said between gasps, clearing enjoying his cock. A cocky ass fucking grin on his face. “First off-“ I cut him off, still steaming from how inappropriately he was handling this.
“Woah, I’m not your friend Brian, or Scott, or whatever the hell his name… is” He bit his lip. “What the hell are you talking about? You’re obviously Jeremy. Anyone with fucking eyes can see that.” A sly grin crept across his face, “Exactly, see.” He let out one final moan as stream after stream came shooting out of his now shrinking cock. He let out a final sigh before taking a bit on his finger and licking it. What did he mean by that?
“I’m not whoever it is you think I am right now. True, I did hijack his body but I’m not whoever the fuck this is.” He said as he stood up and began making out with me. I pushed him back. “Dude, you want it or not? I know this beast has got some juice left in it.” He said as he winked before going in for the kiss again. I pushed him off again, “First tell me what the hell’s going on.” He sighed, “You’re no fun.” He had a slight pout on his face. “Well, I’ve always had this ability. I first discovered it when I was younger and I was getting picked on in P.E.. I had wound up in the locker room again with a bloody nose from all the intention balls lobbed at my face and the coach sent me to the locker room to shower up. I was sitting in the bathroom stall waiting for the blood to stop and I remember sitting there wishing that I had some way to make those kids pay. When suddenly I felt very light and I could see my body below me,” he ran a hand down Jeremy’s body. “I was really scared and didn’t know what was going on and naturally the coach came in to check on me so I ran to him for help. But it didn’t matter, no matter how much I yelled at him, or gestured he seemed to ignore me and didn’t even seem to notice me right in front of him. He turned around mumbling something about how I must have gone home and I was so mad at him for ignoring me too, that I threw my hands out to shove him. He stood up straight abruptly. I looked down and my hands were inside of him. He wasn’t moving, so I began to wonder… And I pushed into him, and I could feel him convulsing as I slowly took control of his limbs. He collapsed to the floor and when he opened his eyes, I was in control.
The first thing I felt was the cool tile on my face, and I felt different… Heavier… I started to get up and as I pushed myself up, I felt a lot stronger. After I’d stood up I felt like everything was so much smaller. I adjusted the waistband of my shorts trying to get comfortable. I couldn’t get comfortable. I finally pulled them down and I could see why; my penis was so much bigger than I remembered it being, and it had hair on it! I ran over to the mirror to see the reflection of Coach Smith looking back at me!
I couldn’t believe it! I posed a little, enjoying his much more muscular, adult, physique. His everything seemed so huge compared to my much younger , under-developed body. I was in the middle of examining myself when an idea slowly crept into my mind. I could make those kids pay with the coach’s body. A devilish grin crept across my face as I walked back out into the gym blowing my whistle. All the kids stopped playing and I announced a change of plans. A free period to do whatever anyone wanted, but I made the 5 specific boys who made my life miserable do all sorts of ridiculous exercises, threatening to fail them for the whole semester, (and in the only class they were passing with an “A”!) I fucking loved it, the power that came with this body. I also got a rush making Coach bend to my every whim. Sadly the bell rang and I had no choice but to let them go. It was the end of the day so they went straight home instead of showering. I went back to Coach’s office in the locker room unsure of what to do now. I wanted to go home too but I couldn’t think how to even begin leaving his body and getting back to mine. To pass the time I started going through Coach’s desk and I found some pretty naughty magazines. One was a DVD and I popped it into Coach’s DVD player and watched. Let’s just say it didn’t take long to catch on how to please Coach’s, or rather, my body for the time being. Not knowing what was coming, I got up and started to run to the toilet because I thought I had to pee when it all came out anyways, and I felt immediately relaxed and I felt coach’s body start to fall to the ground and I pulled back to fight falling and I was out. I went back to my body and as I walked out, I laughed because his face had landed in the stuff that he had “pee-d” out. Hehe, yeah, I thought adults pee-d some weird shit when I was younger. But let’s just say as time went on I got more used to my ability and I definitely spent more and more time in coach’s body, but that’s off track.
Back to now. I was just bored on a night out with the Mrs. so I decided to come look for some fun and your friend’s body here looked like it would get me what I needed. I just wanted a quick hook-up. A smug grin crept across his face. “Tell you what, you help me, and I’ll help you learn to do this too. We got a deal?” he stuck out Jeremy’s hand. “Uh, yeah sure I guess.” I said shaking his hand. “Excellent.” He said as he sat down and dropped his pants. “Get to suckin’!” I’d never taken a dick to the mouth before, but I did think about it a lot with Jeremy.. So I slowly leaned down and next thing you know I feel his hands come to the back of my head, shoving it up and down on his shaft, I gagged but I quickly squeezed my thumb, fighting the urge to vomit. I could hear Jeremy’s body starting to gasp, and he even let out a few moans, and I could feel a stiffening in his shaft so I tried to pull off when I felt those same hands shove it back on. I nearly gagged as I received splurges of his sploosh in my mouth. I tried to spit it out but whoever this was told me I needed to swallow it which I begrudgingly did. “Wow, you’re a good little cock-sucker. I’ll have to remember that the next time I need a hit.” I could see the look of a hunter who just successfully captured his prey. That expression on Jeremy’s face, it wasn’t right. “Well congrats kid!” I then felt a hand reach down and pull me out of my body. Time seemed to stand still in this state. I could see my body still on its knees, mouth on Jeremy’s shrinking cock. Fuck, I wanted that for so long… I looked to Jeremy and I could see the face of a much older, pudgier, man pulling out of his body. I was mortified. “You want to try? Come on… I know you do!” He gestured to Jeremy.
I couldn’t… Could I? and before I knew it I felt a strong shove from behind and I flew into Jeremy. I felt his body spasm. Then I saw my body give a shake as it looked up taking its mouth off my cock. “This’ll be more fun…” He started using my body to massage my cock again, and I felt the blood rushing too it, I felt a bit lightheaded but I guess I wasn’t used to that much blood engorging my groins. I saw a sly smile on my face as it took my cock back in its mouth once again. I moaned rather loudly. Jeremy was uncut and as such his dick was so sensitive! I started gasping and I felt my body’s mouth release. “Now comes the fun part…” Did my voice really sound like that? Weird. I saw my body turn around and spread its cheeks, before slowly lowering itself onto my now throbbing cock, I felt the pressure immediately and Jeremy’s instincts took over as I felt his big, strong, hands grab my body’s hips and pull him down onto my cock. My body had never been anally penetrated and I could hear my body’s whimpers of pain. But I didn’t care, I was too enticed with lust and I flipped my body over so it was on all fours. I slowly pulled out, but I could feel my sphincter tightening, trying to keep my cock in there. I pressed slowly back in, as my body wasn’t used to the friction yet, but after a few more thrusts it loosened up and I could hear it now panting happily as I started gyrating at a steadily faster pace. Fuck I loved Jeremy’s cock! I could see drool escaping my body’s mouth as he continued to moan with pleasure. I felt my loins tighten and with one final thrust the glorious release came and I sighed happily, allowing the cum to flow freely into my body’s awaiting ass. I could see my body furiously jerking its cock, before splurging all over the carpet. “Fuck that was even better… I wouldn’t have taken you for the virgin type. It felt nice.” My body said. “Oh, I guess I better be getting back to the Mrs. now.” He gestured out the window and I looked and saw a really ripped gentleman walking out of the theatre across the street with a beautiful woman latched onto his arm. “But I thought your body went unconscious when you possessed someone else?” I said, still not used to the rumble of Jeremy’s baritone.
“It does. But, do you see that guy and his smokin’ hot wife? Why should I bust my ass to look that great when that guy does it because he loves it? He puts in all the work and I reap all the benefits. I’ve made him my permanent residency. Looks like the date went well… she’s nibbling on his ear. Poor guy, hasn’t had sex in months. I always take control of the wheel when it comes to play time. He has a nice cock too. Even got a piercing down there! Makes sex so much better let me tell you… Guy’s an animal. His muscle memory fucks so well. I’m practically screaming the moment his cock touches anything. Well, there goes my ride!” And with that, I saw the portly man leave my body and fly down into that man. It was smooth, I guess that body was just used to him by now. He looked up to the window and winked before holding the car door open for his wife and then leaving. I looked down at my unconscious body still impaled on Jeremy’s cock. What to do, and how do I go back…?
Possessed Dad
I had just arrived home from work when I saw my Dad, come out through the foyer in nothing but shorts. The moment he saw me, he took big steps towards me and kissed me.
"Oh, hi 'son'… how was work today?"
"Oh come on babe… you know you don'y have to call me that anymore… You may be my dad now, but you're my boyfriend deep down hehe…"
A few months ago…
This is my boyfriend, Jake. We had been in a relationship for three years after having met on a blind date and found out that we also go to the same university.
While I'm more on the introverted side, he was more of the social butterfly in the relationship. Despite our different personalities, we were compatible and he was the more dominant one in the bedroom and also he knows I love being dominated and getting tied up, so our sex life was super great hehe.
However, our relationship was cut short when Jake died in a car accident after a drunk truck driver ran the red light and plowed into Jake's car.
His death really destroyed me and I kept crying for weeks mourning his death. My dad, who didn't know about my relationship with Jake, asked what's wrong but I couldn't bring myself to tell him and kept everything to myself.
One day, I bought an ouija board from an antique shop to try to summon the ghost of my boyfriend. When I used it, he immediately answered me through the board and I was super happy.
I used the planchette to try to see if I can find my boyfriend. But when I did, I could not see anyone and was disappointed. However, when I put it down, I was shocked when I saw Jake's face inches away from me, fully naked.
"Hi, babe!"
'Aargghh!" I screamed in shock. My shock turned to one of missing his dead boyfriend as Jake winked at me.
"Jake… I-I…." Before I can finish my sentence, he turned physical and kissed me, hard. "H-How can I kiss you?!"
"I was shocked as well, I had been wanting to kiss you the moment you called on me and was surprised I can kiss you!"
"I-I miss you Jake… I was so sad you died and now you're here!"
Before Jake can answer, my dad suddenly entered the room and I immediately hid the ouija board. "Hey son, why are you screaming? Everything okay?"
Apparently, my dad can't see Jake being with me so I immediately lied, "Oh, n-nothing dad, I thought I saw a cockroach and screamed. You know how much I hate cockroaches."
When my dad left the room, Jake and I immediately got to talking. I told him that I've been missing him and all the times we've been together.
Suddenly, he made himself physical again and touched my growing bulge. "Wanna do it, babe?"
Without hesitation, I kissed him hard and we started fucking on my bed and I can bet you we did all the things that we have fantasized about and done before.
The next day…
After our night of fucking, I fell asleep in bed with him next to me and when I woke up in the morning, I was sad when I saw that Jake was gone. Even though it was only for a short time, I'm glad that he was there so that I can say goodbye.
Or, that was what I thought when I suddenly saw my dad acting weird when I went to the bathroom and saw him. He was touching his big abs and penis, and also moaning while doing so.
"Dad, what the fuck?!"
Dad turned around and pulled me into the bathroom.
"Babe, it's me! Jake!"
"What? Please tell me this is some kind of dumb joke. And how did you even find out about him?"
"Babe, I promise you it's me, your, well, boyfriend now dad!" He then proceeded to spill out things that only he knows about me, from where we had our first date to what things he knows I like him doing to me during sex.
Then he told me how it happened.
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The night before (Jake's POV)
Being a bit turned on by the dad's body, I wanted to see for myself what he looks like up close and so I went to his room.
I flew into his room, and he was taking a selfie and it looks like he's preparing to sleep. When I floated behind him, I was mesmerised by his body and just wanted to touch his muscles.
Instead, I felt myself getting sucked into him through his back and I tried to pull away, but it didn't do anything and I ended up getting sucked in.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself in your dad's body and was shocked.
"Damn… I'm not sure what had happened but I'm starting to like this hehehe…" I then used my new hands to jerk myself off and pinched myself in the nipples, moaning ecstatically as I reveled in the pleasures of having a new body.
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When he finished, I was shocked. "I admit, I was curious about your dad and his hot body. If you remember, I always wanted to have a big burly body but well now I can't as a ghost."
Not gonna lie, seeing my dad with his sweaty body and big arms gave me a hard on, and Jake noticed.
Grinning, Jake walked up to me and said, "Wanna have a taste of my new hot body babe? I'm guessing seeing your dad be controlled by me gave you a hard-on. And you know I won't ever leave your side now that I'm in control of your dad."
And what followed was a full day of weekend fucking and getting to know my dad's body as Jake used Dad's strength to pin me to my bed and suck my nipples, tie me up, and dominate me.
In the present…
In order to be able to pull off this relationship, we left the house we were living in and moved to another neighborhood where no one knows us, and it was easier since our family had cut off all ties after my dad approved of my sexuality.
When I asked him what happened to Dad, he told me that the moment he entered my Dad, my dad had been silent, so either he's here but asleep or he's gone, since there hasn't been any resistance.
As he continued to fuck me in our bedroom, he says, "I'm gonna fuck you hard baby, and I want you to please me with your mouth on my cock."
"Looking good there, Mr Powell!" Andy said as he oogled his dad's best friend.
"Thank you, Andy. I've been hitting the gym pretty hard, lately." The mature sexy man said before he began to pose.
He raised his arms and put his hand behind his head, showing his pits, to highlight his biceps. He crunched his abs, so people could count them. He was wearing a yellow tiny speedo that made his thick quads stand out. Andy shifted his legs so the boner inside his own speedo wouldn't show, and applauded.
"Don't encourage him!" Exclaimed the young man's father. "He's been that cocky since highschool. He doesn't need anyone to cheer for him."
The two old friends began to banter under Andy's attentive glance. The Powells were visiting them at their beach house for the weekend. Andy had a crush on the older gentleman since he could recall and seeing him on the beach didn't soften the feeling. On the contrary, it was harder than ever.
That evening after dinner, the women went to bed earlier. Andy's parents slept in the master bedroom upstairs, and Andy had lent the Powells the smaller bedroom upstairs while he took the tiny room on the ground floor. The men stayed up playing poker and drinking a whiskey from Andy's father's collection that the boy hated, but he wanted to feel included so he pretended to drink slowly as the mature men downed glass after glass. A couple hours in, Andy's dad was quite drunk and decided to hit the sack, too. The young man and his crush, stayed awake for one last "drink", the hunky man clearly more tipsy than his companion.
"You have to tell me your secret, Mr. Powell." Andy said. "I go to the gym almost every day but I don't look like you. You're a beast!"
"I don't know what to tell you, kid." Answer the man. "I just follow instructions. I got a personal trainer and nutritionist that tells me what to eat and what exercises to do. He must know what he's doing because I've never been in better shape. But don't underestimate you, kid. You are in great shape, too. And your genetics didn't help, looking at your dads beer gut. Hahaha!!" He laughed at his joke.
"I definitely don't have a beer gut." Said Andy as he took off his tee shirt to show his flat stomach. "Let's see yours!" He encouraged the older man.
Mr. Powell, who loved attention didn't doubt for a second and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his physique.
"Looks like you beat me in the abs department, kid." Said Mr Powell. Andy's abs were more ripped than his. This was a little blow into the man's ego and his competitive side flourished. "But my arms are bigger". He showed his guns to Andy.
"Jesus Christ! They're enormous. Let me feel them." Andy didn't wait for an answer and circled one of the man's biceps with his hands. "Oh my god! I can't barely grab them."
Mr Powell loved to show up his progress and flexed stronger to Andy's delight. Andy kept caressing his father's friend's arms, even running his hands several times over his muscular chest, without the man perceiving this attention as anything more than interest in his physique. Andy was enjoying finally being able to touch his childhood crush like this, but now that he'd tried it, he wasn't going to settle for just that; he wanted more. Andy took a step back and flexed his arms to show his progress. Mr. Powell squeezed the young man's biceps with his large hands, just as he had done before. The contact of those hands sent blood to Andy's member, which began to slowly grow inside his underwear. Andy got bolder and pulled down his gym shorts, leaving him in just a pair of blue briefs. His bulge was clearly visible and filled the front of the underwear, but the older man didn't seem to notice.
"Let's compare legs, Mr Powell. I'm very proud of mine." Andy said.
Mr Powell was eager to win this impromptu competition and took off his pants. He was wearing loose-fitting striped boxers that covered more than the tiny swimsuit he wore at the beach. Andy was bummed when he saw them, but that didn't stop him from his mission. Andy flexed his left quad and slapped it a couple times to show the other man how strong it was. Mr Powell touched it with both palms, and felt the tightness of the muscles under the skin.
"Very impressive, kid, but let me show you how the pros do it". Mr Powell rolled up the leg of his underwear to reveal more of his leg and copied the young man's pose. Andy didn't hesitate and immediately knelt down to get a better feel of that thick thigh. He caressed it from the knee to the hip, even slipping his fingertips under the thin fabric to reach the groin. If the older man felt uncomfortable at any point, he didn't show it. Andy repositioned his boner inside his briefs so it wouldn't stretch the pouch obscenely.
"Ok, you win, old man. Now turn around and let me see those glutes". Ordered Andy.
"You're not winning that one, kid. Squats are my favourite!" Said Mr Powell while he obeyed the order. He posed, flexing his glutes, but the wide fabric of the boxers didn't allow to see the form very well.
"This underwear wasn't made for posing." Said Andy while pulling the waistband. "I can't see correctly."
In his drunken state, the mature man didn't seem to care about nudity and got rid of the underwear. Andy finally saw for the first time the ass he'd been dreaming about since he was thirteen. He grabbed each mount of muscle with one hand and methodically squished and traced every muscle and crevice. The moment the man got tired of flexing, Andy quickly spread his cheeks and saw the tight hole of his father's friend. He stood up and slapped the bubble but.
"Ok, big guy. Just one last thing to compare." Andy said.
Mr Powell turned around, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
Andy answered the question by pulling down his underwear and letting his hard dick sprung free. Mr Powell's eyes opened wide with surprise. He didn't expect the son of his best friend to be so forward, and so well hung.
Over the years, it was true that he had caught Andy watching him and looking away as soon as he noticed, or prolonging a hug or handshake longer than necessary. The kid always paid close attention to his stories and at the table he always ended up next to him or across from him during meals. Mr. Powell had attributed it to youthful infatuation, a male role model in which he could see himself reflected, but it seemed that there was more to it. In front of him was no longer a child; there was a strong young man in all his naked glory with a huge hard-on pointing in his direction. The booze and all the attention and the caresses over his worked muscles had made the older man chub up a little, but nothing compared to his companion. That erection was the product of a horny young man's sexual arousal, and he couldn't deny that he himself had caused it.
"Listen, Andy... This... This is not right. We shouldn't... I'm not..." Mr Powell couldn't find the words. The alcohol was part of the problem, but the shock was the main culprit.
"Mr Powell. We're not doing anything. We're just comparing our progress." Said the young man naughtily. "But we can't compare our manhoods like this. You need to catch up."
Once he said that, Andy took the surprised Mr Powell's meat in his hand and began jerking him off. The mature man muffled a deep moan when he felt the hand off his best friend's son pleasuring his neglected cock. Although he went to the gym every day, his penis was a muscle he hadn't exercised in quite some time. Having that attractive young guy so interested in him, and the taboo of the situation brought out the the most basic instincts in him, and decided to let go.
Seeing that his prey wasn't resisting and that his prick was gradually hardening, Andy continued with his plan. He placed his father's friend's cock beside his own and grabbed them both with the same fist to masturbate them simultaneously. He was resisting to cum every second after feeling his crush's skin warm and moist against his. He looked up from the sword fight and he came face to face with the mature man, whose eyes were closed and mouth slightly open, panting with every movement of his hand. Without asking, Andy lunged forward and passionately kissed those desired lips. Mr. Powell was surprised again, but Andy was a very good kisser and he quickly succumbed, returning the kid's kiss. The kiss was lustful, rushed, hurried... A kiss unlike any he'd shared with his wife. A kiss that made the older man feel desired again and incredibly horny.
Andy saw how the man let him do whatever he wanted, and how he was now like putty in his hands. He decided to change his plan and be more aggressive. He stopped the kiss and pushed Mr. Powell down onto the sofa. He moved closer until his erect member was just inches from his father's friend's mouth and gently placed his palm on the man's cheek.
"You said that you achieved this body by following instructions. Let's see how good you are." Andy looked into the seasoned man's eyes intensely. Mr Powell swallowed. "Suck my cock, Mr Powell". Ordered the younger guy.
As if he was hypnotized, not caring about his wife or his best friend and father of his lover sleeping upstairs, Mr Powell obeyed and placed his tongue under the enormous dick. It was a very beautiful cock; perfectly proportioned with a shiny pink head and sinuous veins running along the shaft. Then, he circled the head with his lips and prepared to begin the first blowjob of his life. He mimicked what women had done to him in his youth, with a little extra spice from some porn videos. The younger man threw his head back and let out a deep groan as he placed his hands on the back of the other's head to guide his movements. The inexperienced older man opened his mouth and let his new lover guide him, shoving his gorgeous cock inch by inch into his mouth, deeper and deeper. He felt the tip hit the bottom of his throat and tried to hold back the urge to gag, but his inexperience became noticeable and he coughed, having to take it out. The horny college boy stroked his conquest cheek to comfort him and directed him back towards his cock, this time inserting it more gently so he could get used to it. The flavor and texture surprised his dad's best friend. He didn't dislike it, but it had a saltyness that took some getting used to.
After a new attempt at a deep throat that left Mr Powell with teary eyes, Andy decided to return the favour. He sat the older man on the couch and gave him one of his expert blowjobs. The older man couldn't stay silent as he sighed and moaned and praised how good his best friend's son was making him feel.
"Yes, baby! Suck that cock! Jesus! I haven't felt so good since college! Don't stop!" Mr Powell kept repeating.
"If you want me to make you feel real good, close your eyes and trust me, Mr Powell". Andy tempted him.
"We're not going to fuck tonight, Andy"
"I'm not talking about that, Mr Powell."
Curiosity got the best of the muscular man so he decided to close his eyes and relaxed. Andy was very happy to have finally seen and, above all, eaten the cock he had dreamed of since he was a teenager, but since he had seen his father's friend on the beach with the small yellow swimsuit squeezing his bubble butt, he could only think of one thing. He took advantage of the mature hunk's position and fiercely attacked his anus, devouring it like a dog throws itself at its food bowl when it's hungry. Mr. Powell was startled, but the sensation of pleasure Andy gave him was so great that he let him continue with his rimming.
After thoroughly lapping the tight ring, the horny youngster inserted his middle finger into the hole and searched for his prostate. When he found it and methodically massaged it, Mr Powell let out a small moan.
"What is that? That felt incredible!" Exclaimed the older man.
"That's your prostate, big guy. Enjoy the ride."
Andy worked the virgin hole for a while. He inserted one finger after another, lubricated with his saliva until it was open enough for the next step. Without saying anything to his father's friend, who was busy squirming with pleasure, he placed the tip of his hard missile at his entrance and pushed in until half of it was buried. Mr Powell opened his eyes, scared and surprised, and opened his mouth to say something, but with another thrust, the young bull pushed his cock balls deep. The mature man's breath got caught in his throat and he rolled his eyes as Andy enjoyed the warm sensation of victory after claiming his childhood crush's virginity. After waiting a few seconds, he began to thrust his cock in and out, making the older man moan again.
Mr Powell was having the best feeling in the world. Jolts of electricity run through his body from his ass that was being deeply fucked by his best friend's sexy son. The kid had been so sneaky and clever. He couldn't believe he had been seduced by him, but here he was: getting railed on a couch like some cheap whore while his wife and the kid's parents were sleeping upstairs, blissfully unaware. And he was loving every bit. The pleasure was so intense he was having trouble not to scream his moans and the taboo nature of the situation was making him so horny he didn't know how it was possible that he hadn't cum yet.
That situation was about to be remedied because Andy grabbed the man's throbbing cock and started to jerk it off. A couple of strokes were enough for all the pleasure that Mr Powell was experiencing to concentrate at the base of his meat and explode in a powerful geyser that smeared the muscular and tanned torso that he was constantly sculpting in the gym. With that exciting vision, Andy didn't stay behind and fired his load into the not so virgin, mature hole.
The two men made out passionately as their breathing returned to normal. Once they could stand up, they went to the bathroom to take a much needed shower. What the horny couple didn't know was that almost from the beginning they had a secret audience. Andy's father hadn't gone to sleep, just to use the toilet for a moment, but when he came back down the two muscular men had already started comparing their bodies and seeing them in that situation he decided to watch the scene unfold from the shadow of the stairs. While the other two cleaned up in the shower, the owner of the house quickly took some kitchen paper to clean his own jizz from the floor before going to bed. The following morning he would have a serious conversation with his son and his best friend.
The Rule Of Emperor Nolan
Strap in for one of my longest stories ever! There’s a lot of plot and plenty of smut to go with it. This is also the first body swap story I’ve written around an existing fictional character so I hope all you Omni-Man lovers out there enjoy this one.
If you’re intimidated by the size of this story then don’t worry because I’ve also posted it over on AO3! It’s been split up into 15 easier to digest chapters over there. Check it out here! Otherwise feel free to enjoy the Tumblr version ❤️
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For a long time now Earth had been subject to a subtle rise in super powered individuals. Some born with strange powers, others experimented on and some even cursed. Despite only making up a tiny fraction of the population, these people would shape society and the way humans live their lives. Some would use their powers for evil, causing terror and mayhem, while others used their powers for justice and good. This led to the creation of many superhero teams around the world, some of which followed their own rules while others worked closely with organisations such as The Global Defence Agency, GDA for short, led by Cecil Steadman. But across all the weird and wonderful superhero teams, there was one that stood out above all. The Guardians of the Globe. They were a collection of some of the world's finest heroes and a symbol of hope for everyone on earth. For the first ten years since their team debut, they were seen as every villain's worst nightmare. That was until he arrived…
Omni-Man.
He simply arrived on earth without warning one day. The first thing he did was take down an incredibly powerful sea monster single handed; even the strongest of heroes would’ve struggled against it yet he hardly broke a sweat. It turned out he was an alien from a far off planet. He claimed to have been sent to earth by his people so he could be the protector of this world. Naturally most people were unsure of this new visitor from outer space at first but over time the public grew to trust him. How could they not when he helped prevent crisis after crisis? It wasn’t long until he had his own superhero costume and identity that was adored by the masses. Not only that but he was quickly recognised as the new most powerful hero on the planet by a very wide margin. He performed feats that would’ve otherwise taken entire teams of heroes. His strength was so unbelievable that nobody even knew what his true limit was. Omni-Man was an unstoppable force and by proxy he became the new symbol of might, justice and peace for the world. One would outshine even the Guardians of the Globe. Most criminals quivered at the mention of his name and only the stupidest ones actually challenged him. But he never lost. In fact there were hardly any records of Omni-Man even getting hurt in a fight. It was no wonder he rose to the very top of the popularity rankings almost immediately after being added to the public vote.
Unfortunately even his presence couldn’t put a complete stop to all the different kinds of monsters, villains and even the odd few alien invasions that frequently put innocent lives in peril. The difference now was that everyone held onto the hope that Omni-Man would save them no matter the threat. And he always did. His casualties were very few and his success rate was practically a hundred percent.
Almost twenty years have passed since. Omni-Man has long since cemented himself in the minds of many. Most youngsters don’t even remember a world without him. Beyond that he had super fans galore who would do anything to meet him and it was no wonder. After all he wasn’t just powerful, he was drop dead gorgeous too. His chiselled features were framed by a strong jaw and matched by a set of sharp piercing blue eyes that made him the image of masculinity. The way his hair shifted from black to silver near his temples gave him an added air of rugged maturity and immediately qualified him for the rank of sexy silver fox. And who could possibly forget the iconic mustache that’d sat just underneath nose since the day he arrived on earth. All that coupled with that fact that his body was epitome of male perfection made him completely irresistible. Every muscle group from his pecs and biceps to his quads and glutes looked as though they’d been carved by the gods themselves in an effort to mould him into the perfect man. Need we even mention the tight and revealing spandex his hero suit was made out of.
He was every man and woman’s living wet dream. Endless admirers had confessed their undying love for him which only increased the demand for his true identity to be uncovered. What was his real name? Where did he live? What did he do when he wasn’t saving the world? Sadly for all those admirers, the civilian identity of Omni-Man was kept safe and secure thanks to the GDA and their advanced methods of hiding information from the public, as shady as it was. Though it was still a wonder how the hell they managed it when the alien hero never even bothered to hide his face.
Needless to say, Omni-Man appeared to be untouchable in every sense. And for the longest time he was. That is until one man managed to hack his way into the GDA’s database undetected. His name was Viktor Hailburn. He was an undisputed super genius and underground villain. He didn’t have a supervillain name or anything like that. Just a goal. The same goal as most other super villains. To take over the world as its rightful ruler. Granted it sounded a little bland when you boiled it down but the details were where it got really interesting. Viktor had been perfecting his master plan for over ten years now and he always knew that Omni-Man would be the key. He didn’t know how at first but he soon figured it out.
He’d tested all of his machines and equipment a hundred times over. He’d run simulations of every possible outcome to his plan, good and bad. But to actually begin his plan Viktor would have to accomplish something that no other person on planet earth had ever done before. Something that most people would consider impossible. And that was to capture Omni-Man. It was a monumental task and was partly the reason his plan had taken so damn long but there was no other way. Even someone as seemingly perfect as Omni-Man had to have a weakness somewhere. Something that could be exploited.
That’s what led him to hacking into the GDA database. He knew they’d have extensive files on him and for the most part they didn’t disappoint. Viktor found out that Omni-Man’s real name was Nowl-Ahn though he changed the spelling to Nolan shortly after arriving on earth. Viktor learned all about Omni-Man’s given reasons for being here as well as the name of his home planet Viltrum. He also learned that the hero had started a family with a woman named Deborah Grayson whom he’d married and taken the last name of. They even had a son named Mark. Viktor made sure to catalogue all the information he could get. All of it was valuable for sure but no matter how deep he dove into the GDA’s most top secret files, he couldn't find any information on a known weakness. From what he could tell, the current contingency plan for Omni-Man going rogue more or less came down to throwing every hero and weapon on the planet at him in the hopes that a miracle would happen. It was a downer for sure but Viktor refused to give up. So instead he resigned to watching every fight Omni-Man engaged in from there on out in the hopes that one day he’d find the Achilles heel he was looking for.
So after a couple years of passively observing Omni-Man’s battles, Viktor would eventually find luck while watching live footage of the hero fighting against an enormous bird-like dinosaur. At first the battle didn’t seem at all special. Omni-Man fended off the creature effortlessly while keeping it from getting too close to civilians. He drew it away from the city it’d been attacking to minimise collateral damage when taking it down. Just as Nolan seemed to be readying himself for a finishing strike however, the dinosaur let out a horrifying scream. Viktor watched on his monitor with wonderful curiosity as Omni-Man covered his ears in pain before falling from the sky. He almost crashed straight into the ground but he was able to regain his composure as soon as the scream stopped. After that the Dinosaur didn’t get a chance to do it again. Omni-Man flew towards it at full speed and tore straight through its body in a fashion that seemed unusually brutal. There was a vexed scowl on the hero's face for just a moment before he flew off and left the GDA to clean up the mess.
At that moment Viktor realised he’d found something big. Something about that scream had stunned Omni-Man. It couldn’t have just been the volume of it. After all Omni-Man had battled much bigger monsters with much louder roars and he’d never batted an eye. Yet this one hurt him. Viktor deduced that it must’ve had something to do with the frequency of the sound. He wasn’t sure why exactly but it seemed to disrupt something in the hero’s body, making him vulnerable. Something to do with his alien biology most likely. Immediately Viktor couldn’t stop the biggest grin from spreading across his face. He’d found what he was looking for. Now all he had to do was study the sound and replicate it. If his theory was correct then suddenly all of his plans would be possible.
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Gay Resort Ghost Stories
The 3 way
So it had been a while since we possessed the cheating husbands and they went home. Hubby and I were looking to have fun again but didn't know who to possess. Then walks in the Adonis in the middle of the Pic. Hot as fuck and equally gay to boot. He was perfect for us. But the thing was we didnt want to possess him. We wanted to sleep with him. So we needed our own bodies.
We found these 2 guys sitting by the pool. They were trying to hit on some of the women there. That changed quickly when we took them over right there. We had funny looks for a few minutes since the guys looked like they were spasm ing a bit while we taking them over. But the moment we adjusted, we looked at each other, kissed and smiled.
"Cmon honey lets go find that adonis" I said. I took my husband's hand and we set off.
It did not take much to talk him into hanging out. He saw us approaching and gave us hungry eyes. We sat and talked for a little bit. Eventually we had a hard time concealing our boners that we agreed to take this upstairs.
Once we made it to one of the rooms,It wasn't long till the rest of our clothes were off. Apparently he wanted to be spit roasted which was fine by us.
He got to his knees and began playing with my new dick while my husband came at him from behind. Man, did he know how to please a man. Or maybe this body was just into it. Either way it wasn't long before I began to moan loudly. And after a while I came like I haven't in years, oh yeah this body was so into it.
We collapsed on the bed breathing heavy, cuddled up in a pile. After a good nap of sexual bliss, he asked how long we were here for.
"As long as we can keep doing this" I replied. He smirked. Apparently that was the right answer.
We stayed in these bodies for the next 5 days. Not sure when these guys needed to leave, but didnt care. We were having the time of their lives.
DALTONS GETTING GOONY
AI GENERATED STORY
The mall buzzed with weekend energy—groups of teens loitered, couples strolled with shopping bags, and music spilled faintly from stores. But Stretch wasn’t interested in any of that. He’d been slinking through the ventilation ducts, invisible, watching, hunting. And then he saw him.
Dalton.
An 18-year-old walking wet dream. Shirtless under an open flannel, tight gym shorts that clung to his bubble butt like shrink wrap, and cheap black flip-flops slapping against the tile as he walked with zero urgency and zero thoughts. Blonde tousled hair. Smooth tan skin. A pair of big, blue, dumb puppy eyes. The definition of a Gen Z himbo—vacuous, horny, and built to be taken.
He stood in line for a pretzel, lips parted, scrolling aimlessly through TikTok on his phone, abs flexing as he shifted his weight. And Stretch could already tell—this boy was ripe. No resistance. No thoughts. Just meat.
Time to move.
Stretch slithered off the duct in a haze of smoke, invisible to the world as he zeroed in on Dalton. The boy yawned, thick tongue curling in his mouth as he stretched one arm lazily—his throat wide open. Perfect. Stretch surged forward with a distorted whisper:
"Oooopen wiiide, pretty boy…"
Dalton blinked, then gagged—eyes bulging as a thick, ghostly tentacle of Stretch’s essence jammed down his throat. His flip-flops scraped the tile as his legs kicked, mouth stuck open, the ghost stuffing deeper and deeper down his gullet. His flannel flew open, abs tensing and flexing uncontrollably. Dalton let out a wet, guttural "HRRRRK—!" before his whole body jerked and froze mid-spasm.
Then silence.
Dalton slowly lowered his arms. One flip-flop slid off slightly. He blinked.
Then smirked.
“Unnngh, yeeeahh, now that’s a fuckin’ ride,” he muttered with a chuckle—Stretch’s voice layered beneath Dalton’s dumb bro tone. He looked down at his new tan, muscular arms, then groped both pecs, giggling as he made them bounce.
“Holy shit, this flesh puppet’s perfect. Mmmff—tight lil bod, jiggly ass, and ohhh my fuckin’ god—”
He slapped his own bubble butt through the tight shorts, watching the ripple with awe. “I own this ass now? I’m gonna destroy it.”
He caught a glimpse of himself in a glass storefront and did a little bounce, biting his lip and puffing his cheeks.
“Bro… I can make such dumb fuckin’ faces…”
Stretch turned the body left and right, sticking out his tongue, crossing his eyes, flexing abs while drooling down his chin. “OHH yeah, I’m gonna goon so hard in this meat.”
With his cock swelling and balls already aching with a load, Stretch stumbled toward the nearest bathroom, one flip-flop half-off, a dopey grin plastered on Dalton’s face.
Inside the public restroom, Stretch locked the disabled stall, yanked the shorts down, and moaned.
Dalton’s cock sprang free—thick, veiny, fully hard, dripping pre like a faucet. And beneath it, those massive balls. Stretch let out a whistle.
“No wonder this fucker’s always horny—this cock’s a fuckin’ cannon.”
He pulled the shorts all the way off, stepping out and flexing in the mirror. The flip-flops stayed on. Of course.
“Yeahhh, keep the fuckin’ flops on… keep that dumb slut energy…”
Stretch posed, cock bobbing, and grabbed his own cheeks, spreading them, laughing breathlessly.
“Look at this slutty bubble butt… UUUNNNGH!”
He dropped to his knees, tongue lolling, as he jacked the fat meat slowly with both hands, watching himself in the stall’s scratched mirror. Dalton’s face was flushed, mouth open wide in a moaning ‘O’, eyes rolled up.
“This kid’s got hyperspermia, doesn’t he?” Stretch panted. “His cock’s leaking and I’ve been in here two fuckin’ minutes…”
He leaned back against the toilet, legs spread, flip-flops planted wide as he went full gooner mode.
“Yehhh bro… look at me… I’m just a dumb 18-year-old cumdump… nothin’ but meat, meat, meat…”
He stroked faster, moaning, balls bouncing between his thighs. Drool started slipping down his chin as he locked eyes with the mirror.
“UNNNGH—fuck—this face—fuckin’ beautiful—watch me cum, bro…”
And then it hit.
Dalton’s whole body spasmed. Stretch howled.
“OOOOHHH FUUUCKKKK—!!!”
SPLRRRRTTTT—!
Cum shot everywhere. Across his abs, onto his thighs, dripping from his chest. He pumped again—
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
Thick, pearly ropes sprayed the inside of the stall like a Jackson Pollock painting of pure depravity. Stretch was laughing between moans, drooling openly now, tongue out, face twisted into a blissed-out, slutty mess.
“AHAHAH—BRO—THIS DICK’S MAGICAL!” he cried, still jerking, still cumming. “He just keeps going!”
Ten seconds. Fifteen. Twenty. Still spurting.
Stretch choked out moans, writhing, muscles twitching uncontrollably as he rode the never-ending orgasm, cum splashing over the toilet seat, dripping from the stall door.
He looked into the mirror again, eyes wide, tongue out, spit and cum running down his chin, flexing his abs as he shot again.
“Yeahhh, look at you, Dalton… you’re mine now… and we’re gonna make this a daily ritual, slut.”
Stretch collapsed onto the floor, cock twitching, drooling on the tile, giggling dumbly.
“I ain’t never leavin’ this body…”
PART 2: LETS EXPERIMENT
The door to Dalton’s apartment slammed shut behind him with a lazy slap of his flip-flop. Stretch stretched his new host’s arms overhead, bones popping, pecs flexing, a smug grin spreading across Dalton’s pretty-boy face. His bubble butt peeked from under his gym shorts, damp from the sticky load he still hadn’t cleaned up from the mall bathroom earlier.
He dragged his fingers through his own golden-blonde hair and dropped onto the couch with a thick squelch. His shorts were soaked, and so was the cushion.
“Heh… damn, this kid’s body’s a fountain,” Stretch chuckled, patting Dalton’s jizz-plastered cock through the tight fabric. “Can’t believe how much he cums—fuckin’ hyperspermic slut…”
His eyes glazed over a little as his cock twitched just from saying it. Stretch yanked Dalton’s shorts down in one quick move, letting the thick, veiny cock slap up against his toned stomach, still leaking like a broken faucet.
“Alright, bro… let’s test the limits, yeah?”
He kicked his legs up, bare soles flopping onto the coffee table, flip-flops dangling from his toes. His bubble butt spread across the seat, cock pointed up and ready. In one hand? A fat glass measuring cup from the kitchen. In the other? A bottle of lube that was already halfway empty.
“Let’s see how much juice you really got, Dalton…”
Stretch began stroking.
Slow. Teasing. Biting his lip, he angled the measuring cup right under the head of that hyperspermic monster, whispering in Dalton’s own breathy voice.
“Fill it up, bro… be a good cumslut science project for Daddy Stretch…”
Dalton’s body reacted like it had been waiting for this. Balls tightening. Cock twitching. Veins bulging. His tongue hung out as his back arched. His tan feet scrunched on the table, flip-flops dropping off with a thud.
Then it hit.
“HRRRRAAAHHHH—FUUUUUCKKKK!!”
SPLAT. SPLAT. SPLAT.
Cum exploded from his cockhead, slamming into the bottom of the glass with brutal force, instantly coating the sides with thick white. The measuring cup shook in his grip as the sheer pressure made his wrist jolt.
Stretch’s face twisted into a slutty, unhinged grin. Eyes crossed. Drool dripping. He was giggling as the cup filled.
“Damn bro, you’re gonna overflow,” he gasped, edging harder, watching the creamy flood rise to the 100ml mark, then 200, then 300…
“OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK—BRO—THIS IS NUTS!”
SPLURRRRRRTTTT—!!
He overflowed it. Cum oozed down his hand, dripping onto the floor. Stretch dropped the cup and leaned forward, gasping, panting, cum still pouring from his swollen cock.
“New record…” he moaned.
He brought the measuring cup to his lips and gulped. A huge mouthful. Groaned. Then licked the rim.
“Bro’s got flavor, too…”
Experiment #2: Distance Test.
Stretch stood in the kitchen, still naked except for his flip-flops, gripping his cock like a firehose.
He aimed at the white wall.
“C’mon, Dalton… let’s repaint this bitch.”
Stroke. Stroke. Veins bulged along his arm, pecs flexing as he braced himself.
“NGGHH—RRRGHH—YEAH BRO—FUCKIN’—GOON BLAST!!!”
SPLAAAAT!
First shot hit the wall. Second arced across the microwave. Third splashed the floor. He stumbled, laughing, cum dripping off every surface.
He grabbed a Sharpie and marked the wall where the biggest load hit.
“Seven… fuckin’… feet,” he cackled. “You’re a cum sniper, Dalty boy.”
Experiment #3: “What Happens If I Edge for an Hour?”
Stretch laid back on the bed, setting up his camera, flip-flops crossed at the ankles, chest heaving, cock leaking nonstop onto a towel. Timer ticking on his phone.
He edged slow, whispering dirty talk to himself.
“Just a dumb science experiment, bro… turn your brain off… feel the cum boil…”
He slapped his thighs. Thrust his hips. Made Dalton’s sluttiest faces in the mirror. Crossed eyes, tongue out, drool string bouncing off his chin.
“Bro I’m gonna paint the fucking ceiling—nnnnggghhh!!”
Exactly one hour later?
BOOOOM—!!
The first blast shot past his head and smacked the headboard. He screamed in ecstasy, stroking furiously as wave after wave of cum drenched his chest, face, feet, and pillows.
“FUUUUUUCKKKK—BRO—IT’S IN MY HAIR!!!”
Experiment #4: “How many times in one day?”
Stretch lost count after nine.
His balls ached. His cock never fully went down. Every cumshot felt like pissing out a gallon of sticky white heat.
By the twelfth goon, he was cackling with joy.
“I fuckin’ broke this body, bro… Dalton’s just a walking cum volcano now…”
He rolled onto his side, eyes fluttering, covered in drying jizz, kissing his own shoulders and licking his fingers.
“Tomorrow, I’m testing what happens if I don’t cum for two days…”
He chuckled darkly.
“Bet I could flood the whole fuckin’ apartment.”
PART 3: SLUTTY DALTON HAS ARRIVED
It started with a Craigslist post.
18yo bro. Tan. Tight bubble butt. Home alone. Flip-flops on. Door’s unlocked. Come dump your load.
No name. No face. Just that. And within minutes of Stretch hitting “Post,” replies started pouring in.
But he didn’t care about names. Didn’t want bios. Didn’t want pleasantries.
He wanted anonymous cock inside the dumb, jizz-hungry body of Dalton—the tight-bodied, hyperspermic, 18-year-old flip-flop bro Stretch had possessed two days earlier and completely ruined.
He prepped the apartment like a goon altar.
Living room cleared. Rug pushed aside. A towel—already crusted from earlier experiments—laid out in the center. Mirrors positioned on every angle. Lights dimmed. Porn playing on mute. The air thick with sweat, poppers, and intent.
Stretch in Dalton’s body stood in the center of it all. Shirtless. Tanned. Flexing in the mirror with his cock leaking already, thick ropes of pre running down those muscled thighs. He wore nothing but a backwards cap and his black flip-flops.
“Goddamn, I’m the perfect little brohole,” Stretch moaned through Dalton’s voice, gripping that juicy bubble butt and spreading it in the mirror. “Let ‘em take me, bro. Use me. Dump it deep.”
He left the door unlocked.
First knock.
Stretch didn’t even answer. Just turned his back to the entrance and bent over on all fours, cock swinging between his legs, tongue out, flip-flops flexed on the hardwood as he wiggled his ass in slow, needy motions.
The door creaked open. A man’s breath caught.
Stretch heard him whisper, “Oh… fuck…” before the sound of a zipper sliding down filled the air.
Dalton’s possessed body shivered in anticipation.
The man didn’t say a word. Just dropped to his knees and slammed his cock in.
“NNNGHHHFFFUCKKKKYESSS!” Stretch screamed, head whipping back, drool flying from his lips as his hole got filled instantly. “Use me, bro! Fuckin’ split me open!”
The man did.
Hard. Grunting. Slamming into Dalton’s bubble butt like he’d paid for the privilege. Stretch moaned louder with every thrust, hands gripping the towel beneath him as his cock started leaking again, untouched.
“Yessir, yessir, use my fuckin’ brohole—fuck me dumb, bro—FILL ME—”
SPLURT.
He felt the first load shoot inside. Hot. Thick. Sloppy.
The man grunted and pulled out wordlessly, zipping up and walking out as fast as he came in.
Stretch collapsed onto his side, tongue out, cock twitching.
“One down…”
Ten minutes later. Another knock.
He didn’t look. Just flipped onto his back, cock standing proud, hole still wet and gaping. One flip-flop dangling from his toes.
“C’mere bro… got a cock to unload?” he slurred, eyes rolling. “Put it wherever. I’m your little goonsleeve tonight…”
The second guy stepped in—this one older. Beard. Jeans. He walked right over, dropped to his knees, and sucked.
“UUUNNNNGHHHH—BROOOOO—YEEESSSS!!”
Stretch’s cock exploded instantly. Hyperspermia in full force. He blasted everywhere—his chest, his throat, the guy’s face, even a shot across the mirror.
The man laughed, licking his lips.
“Fuck, you weren’t kidding about the ‘super soaker’ dick.”
Stretch drooled, twitching, nodding dumbly. “More where that came from, daddy…”
The man slid two fingers into his hole, Stretch squealed.
The door kept opening.
By midnight? Stretch had taken five strangers. Two fucked him. One came on his flip-flops. One guy face-fucked him so hard Dalton’s cap flew off. Another stroked himself watching, saying nothing, until he blasted across Stretch’s feet and left without a word.
He loved it.
Stretch worshipped it.
Dalton’s body was soaked in spit, sweat, and layers of random cum. His cock had cum eight times already, and it still throbbed—eager, proud, ready.
He crawled back into position, ass in the air, flip-flops squelching with every shift of his thighs.
“Door’s still open, bro…” he whispered into the air, smiling like a brainless fuckdoll. “Keep comin’. I’m free real estate.”
The Final Load.
The last guy of the night was massive. Sleeveless hoodie. Gloves. Work boots.
He didn’t talk. Just walked in, grabbed Stretch by the neck, and bent him over.
“Yeah, stretch me out, bro…” Stretch moaned, shaking, drooling onto the towel as the man lined up.
When he slammed in, Stretch let out the loudest moan yet—Dalton’s body twitched, toes curling in those jizz-stained flip-flops, cock gushing a full-blown load with zero stroking.
“OHFUCK—Y’MAKIN’ ME CUM, BRO—UNNNGH—SHITTTT—!”
The man grunted, sped up, and dumped a final brutal load inside Dalton’s stretched-out hole.
He slapped that bubble butt, zipped up, and left the door wide open as he walked out.
Stretch just laid there, wrecked, twitching in a puddle of sweat and goon.
His voice came out in a moan-drunk whisper: “Dalton’s just a… just a public fuckhole now… a leaking, flip-flop-wearin’ cum collector…”
He smiled.
And passed out in the mess.
The sun hadn’t even risen yet, but Stretch was already leaking.
Dalton’s cock twitched against his abs, crusted in dried loads from the first Craigslist session—his bubble butt still raw, flip-flops still soaked with cum and spit. He lay on the floor, breathing slow, dumb grin on his pretty face, drool trailing down his cheek.
But Stretch? He was still hungry.
The Craigslist ad had already been edited.
18yo bro. Cumdump. Door’s unlocked. Bring a friend. Double me. Flip-flops stay on. Cock never soft. Holes wide open.
Attached was a blurry mirror selfie—Dalton bent over, hole spread, tongue out, wearing just flip-flops and a backwards hat. His cock visibly dripping onto the floor.
Stretch pressed “post” with a giggle.
“Alright, bros,” he muttered into the dark apartment, grabbing Dalton’s cheeks and spreading them open in the mirror. “Who’s gonna be first to double-stuff this himbo hole?”
Knock. Knock.
Stretch didn’t answer. Just laid belly-down on the living room floor, feet kicked up in the air, flip-flops clapping softly with every bounce of his thighs.
The door opened slow.
Two dudes. Early 30s. One in sweats. One shirtless in slides.
They saw Dalton—face down, ass up, tongue out.
“Holy shit,” one said.
The other? Already undoing his belt.
Stretch giggled through Dalton’s lips. “C’mon in, boys. Daddy’s open for business.”
The first guy spit on his cock and lined up behind Dalton’s gaping hole. The second circled around and shoved his meat right into Stretch’s drooling mouth.
BOTH went in at the same time.
Stretch screamed into the cock down his throat, muffled moans shaking his chest as both his ends got filled. His cock started spraying without warning—cum squirting onto the towel below him in steady, twitching bursts.
Dalton’s whole body convulsed as Stretch choked and moaned.
“Fuckin’… dumb fuckin’ bro slut…” the guy fucking his throat growled.
“Gonna split this hole wide open…” the one behind him spat, pounding faster.
Stretch couldn’t even think. The stimulation was overwhelming. He drooled, gagged, came again. His flip-flops slid across the floor as his hips jerked uncontrollably.
They came at the same time.
BOOM.
One deep down his throat. The other filling his ass so full, white fluid dripped out before he’d even pulled out.
Stretch twitched in silence for ten seconds.
Then moaned, “Next…”
Next wave.
More guys showed up.
Two frat bros. One trucker. One married couple who just watched.
Every time the door opened, Stretch was already in position—face down, feet flexed, moaning like a bitch in heat. His cock never went soft. His balls stayed heavy. Every load just boiled up again, faster and thicker.
One pair took turns on his ass, stretching him out, spit-slicked and raw, laughing about it while the other took pics.
Stretch loved it.
He begged between loads: “Yessss, bros… keep fillin’ me up… make me your fuckin’ public cumdrone… just a himbo in flip-flops beggin’ to be ruined…”
By Hour Two:
Dalton had cum twelve times.
His hole gaped so wide, he could feel the breeze.
His flip-flops were soaked with sweat, cum, and floor grime.
His voice was hoarse from moaning, sucking, and chanting dirty talk on loop.
And still, Stretch wasn’t done.
He crawled to the couch, still naked, hole leaking, and recorded a new JOI video.
He stared into the camera, eyes half-crossed, drool on his chest.
“Bro… this body’s addicted, man… I ain’t gonna stop… I’m just a slut now. You hear me? I’m a dumb, dripping, flip-flop-wearin’ fuckhole.”
He moaned loud, then jerked himself into a fresh cup, overfilling it in seconds.
Then whispered, “Next time? I want five cocks. All at once.”
He licked the rim of the cup.
Smiled.
And crawled back to the front door, cock still hard.
TO BE CONTINUED? O_o
Alex looked a little too happy letting Stretch squeeze inside his sexy, fit body. But, when Stretch promises to make you the sexiest fleshie at the club, who can resist. Unfortunately, Alex didn’t realize Stretch was talking about the gay club when he agreed.
“Mmm. What’s my name again? Alex? I’m gonna enjoy pounding some twink asses tonight with this fuckstick!” Stretch says, looking at his cock. “Now, let’s dump that girlfriend of yours first.”
Stinky’s Lucky Night
Stretch and Fatso had already found a couple of fleshies to spend their night in, Stinky however, wasn’t having as much luck finding the perfect bone bag to use. Not thinking of it earlier, he decided to go the local gym to check out what was available there. He hovered invisibly above the few men that were still pumping away on the equipment, when he spotted his prize.
Jeremy, a 20 year old college guy, was in the corner of the room lifting weights, focused on his large biceps flexing each time he pulled up the weight. Stinky flew down to get a closer look at the young hunk that wreaked of sweat, Stinky inhaled deeply and became extremely aroused. Although he wanted to take over Jeremy right then and there, he knew he had to wait to get him alone. Stinky impatiently waited as one by one the other men in the gym left to go home as closing time approached. After a half hour, Jeremy was the only one left and started heading towards the changing room. Stinky got excited and couldn’t wait much longer to take control of the hunks body.
Jeremy went over to his locker and began to take off his shirt. Stinky stared in awe at his toned body and perfect pecs. He then started removing his shorts, revealing a huge bulge held in a white jock that made Stinky drool. “I can’t wait to play with that” Stinky thought to himself. As Jeremy turned, Stinky got a glimpse of his nice firm ass that was still wet with sweat, he couldn’t resist swooping down and taking a big sniff of it, which made him wild. He couldn’t wait any longer. Jeremy began to move his hands towards his jock to remove it when stinky said “What are you doing with those?”
“What? Who said that?” Jeremy looked around the empty room confused. As he turned head back from looking behind him, Stinky had turned visible and was right in front of him.
“Me!” Stinky yelled.
Jeremy didn’t even have time to let a scream out before Stinky exhaled his rotten breath into Jeremy’s face, making him fall back into the lockers and become dazed.
Stinky moved down to eye level with the young jock now on the floor.
“Open wide!” Stinky said excitedly as Jeremy’s eyes and mouth opened widely in terror.
Stinky pushed his head into Jeremy’s mouth and started down his throat. Jeremy was thrashing around the floor as he watched Stinky’s body disappear into his mouth, unable to make a sound as his tongue was pressed to the bottom of his mouth as Stinky squeezed his way through.
“Almost in,” Stinky said as he wiggled the last of his tail into Jeremy’s mouth as it closed behind it.
Jeremy stopped thrashing as Stinky got adjusted into the body and took over.
Stinky opened his new set of eyes and lifted his head to look down at his new body for the night.
“This will do just fine,” he said with a chuckle.
He got up and walked over to a mirror on the wall, he looked at the hunky body up and down, and realized he hadn’t taken the jock off yet to see what was hidden beneath. His new dick became hard just thinking about it, he started to pull the jock down over his now fully erect 9” cock, which bounced up when it was finally free.
“Holy shit!” Stinky said in amazement, “I’m gonna get really lucky tonight!”
Once the jock was off, he brought them up to his face and started to stroke his rock hard cock. The smell of the sweaty jock drove Stinky wild. He beat his cock faster and faster as he felt every nook and cranny of his toned body. He took one last long whiff of the jock, before he couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Fuck I’m gonna blow” Stinky yelled, bringing his cock close to the mirror, letting it explode all over it. A mass of cum squirted out, as Stinky moaned in complete pleasure.
“Damn you had a lot of cum held up in here fleshie” he said as he looked down at the mess on the mirror. “Wonder how it tastes” Stinky said as he bent down and began licking the studs juice off of the mirror.
“Shit that was amazing, Im gonna need much more of that before the night is through.” Stinky walked over to the hunk’s locker, putting on the sweaty clothes Jeremy had just taken off minutes before, “wanna keep this man stink on me for sure” laughed Stinky. He dug around Jeremy’s bag to look for his phone.
“Let’s have some fun shall we,” Stinky said with a big grin opening Jeremy’s phone up to see that he had Grindr downloaded and on the home screen.
To be continued…
Amazing submission, hope to see more coming from this new writer!!
Had a great weekend with the hubby. Well my hubby who possessed the other guy. We were ghosts that haunt a resort. Sometimes we possess the guests and have fun. These guys were here and we found out they came to bring mistresses over to cheat on their wives with. Well we let them cheat but not with women. I floated down and scared my guy as I climb thru his ass. He was moaning in pleasure by the time I took full control. Hubby showed up at my door and that was that. We explored our new bodies for 2 days. Spent the next several enjoying all the amenities of the resort, on their dime of course. We took this Pic on our last night. In these bodies before they check out the next day. I sure hope they decide to return. Out of all the ones we possessed these guys were the most fun we had in some time. The night isn't over yet though. Time to see how good this body can deep throat....guess we will find out.
Written for DeeannaDeeann!
“You have the bags, right Eddie?” Christian whipped his head around, already testy with his step brother. Eddie turned with an irritated blank expression before nodding silently. The fourteen hour drive had all but annihilated any sense of fun the two limber boys had remaining. Hoping to get to Southern Decadence from their home in backwater Oklahoma, the two twinks evaded their parent’s prying attention by claiming an evangelical convention was occurring in New Orleans that weekend; knowing all too well that the only holy fathers they’d be with were the big leather daddies they’d only ever experienced on XTube. Frankly, with how late they’d made their reservation, they were very lucky to have booked their hotel- even if it was on the Northshore of Lake Pontchartrain.
Heavy rain and impressive claps of thunder had accompanied them ever since they passed over the Louisiana border, and they nearly missed the turn to the resort, whose sign was barely illuminated by the flickering floodlights: The Sunset Tower Hotel, est. 1921. Turning onto the pothole infested drive, the car shuddered as it approached the impressive structure. The hotel stood erect against the shores of the lake, dimly lit in dark orange. Once grand, the building clearly had been neglected since it’s hayday. The overgrown gardens had encroached onto the parking lot, forcing the two to approach the lobby doors where the old bellman stood waiting. The two quickly popped the trunk, and handed a $20 into the old man’s decrepit hand, bolting into the hotel.
The interior was equally as derelict as the exterior, cobwebs hung from the crystal chandeliers like spanish moss and electric surges caused the lights to have an almost firelike quality as they dimmed and brightened slowly in an unending loop. The place seemed like it hadn’t been touched since the 40’s. Yet as the two began checking in with the inconspicuous woman behind the front desk, from up in the corner of the stained glass dome, two pairs of eyes watched the brothers with intrigue. A hotel of this age always sees people of all walks of life, and it’s not uncommon for a number of said guests to stay past their checkout date. In the case of the two hulking specters, an unfortunate overdose in the coke fueled mid 80’s extended their stay. These two young, twenty something twinks were the first guests at the hotel in months, and they were awfully more appealing than the ancient couple which had preceded them. Thus began the turning of the cogs in the two strapping ghosts.
The woman at the desk handed Christian the key to their room, directing them to the elevators across the lobby. The two sighed, both disappointed at their accommodations, and yet relieved to finally have a bed. With the festival beginning tomorrow, the two decided to turn in and not take the woman up on dinner in the restaurant. The two pressed the button, watching the antique dial move slowly to “L.”
“Ugh. I think I’m going to take a shower or something. I need a minute.” Eddie rolled his eyes at his step brother’s whining, simultaneously looking forward to a moment alone. Unbeknownst to them, the two ghosts had floated behind the two. They looked down at the two boys, their ectoplasmic bodies thrice the size of these skin and bone pretty boys. Christian, noticing a strange smell began to look behind him. Of course, the two spirits were not visible to the living, at least not yet. “Oh wow… yeah I really do need a shower… I smell like a gym bag.” The two ghosts snickered, knowing all too well that the two would have significantly bigger worries than smelling as musky as they did.
The doors opened, and the four entered the elevator. Confined in the tiny space, the ghosts began to scheme. Silently calling dibs on their host, they flew around the two to observe their prospective digs. A tight squeeze was definitely going to be the situation, but they were always the competitive type. By the time the elevator had reached the thirteenth floor, the spirits had made their decisions. Diego, slightly slimmer but more cut than his lover, found Eddie to be a better fit for him, while Marco, a former bodybuilder, chose Christian.
“Jesus, Christian. Did you not shower before you got in the car?” “Oh fuck off. That was not all me. You forgot your deodorant or something.” The boys arrived outside their door, and turning the key, opened the long closed door. Before the two even had the chance, the door behind them slammed shut. Staring at eachother, they shrugged it off as Christian made his way into the bathroom, and Eddie plopped down onto the bed.
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Christian stripped off his preppy attire, taking a quick sniff of both the clothing and his pits. He was surprised to not smell the pungent musk which had sensed earlier. Yet again dismissing a seemingly innocuous oddity, he turned the faucet to scalding hot, and waited for the water to heat. Yet, slowly as the steam filled the room, he was completely unaware of the massive hulking ghost which had manifested behind him. Turning, he was met with the translucent face of Marco. The ghost greeted him with a smirk, and grabbing his head, planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his lips. Quickly pushing the rubbery spirit off him, Christian began to scream.
Of course, Marco took this generous display as an invitation, and slammed his head into the agape mouth. Christian felt his throat expand to accommodate Marco’s head, but simply put, no squirming, stretching, or slamming would get Marco any further in. Popping out of his mouth, the ghost switched to plan B. Christian had flown backward, slipping on the tile and landing on his stomach. Perfect. Marco flew to his exposed rear, and smiled as he slipped his slippery tongue into Christian’s tight hole. Immediately moaning in pleasure, Christian found himself flooded with endorphins, surrendering completely to the incomparable sensation of the probing slick tongue rimming him. Seizing the opportunity while the twink was completely relaxed and loose, he rammed himself once more into his tiny hole.
Yelping, but still overwhelmed with ecstasy, Christian could feel the wriggling sensation of the ghost penetrating him and flowing deeper and deeper into him. Rolling onto his back, he watched in horror and amazement at the form of the hunky ghost sliding beneath his skin. Marco’s two arms plunged in alongside his torso, and began to haul his significantly larger girth into Christian’s tight body. The twink was spasming on the ground, moaning in euphoria as the ghost slipped his entire massive shape into the boy. Christian watched as Marco slipped him on like a suit, his skin stretching like rubber to make room for his bulging muscles. His arms inflated like balloons as the ghost’s hands slipped into his own, tight as gloves. Abs rippled down below massive giggling pecs leading to his increasingly girthy meat. Marco began to enjoy his new meat puppet, grabbing Christian’s smaller dick and thrusting his own into it like a fleshlight. He felt his tail slurping into the bony legs, filling them with his gelatinous muscle before flooding into his now massive feet.
Christian had all but surrendered to the pleasure, anticipating the ghost’s next move with an anxious excitement. He looked down at his new burly body play with itself and watched with a sick sense of glee as Marco’s head slipped up his stretching throat. He could feel the ghost’s head pressing against the roof of his mouth, before the mounting pressure finally gave way. Marco slipped into Christian’s head, adjusting himself within as one would with a mask. His deep, bellowing voice now pouring from his new body, Marco shot the first of his ectoplasmic loads into the air like a geyser, the glowing blue slime completely coating the ceiling.
Pulling himself up off the ground, Marco could ever so slightly hear the viscous sloshing of his ghostly form within Christian’s body. He swiped the steamy mirror clear, and admired his sexy physique. He looked like Christian, but could see his own features beneath the skin, merging into an amalgamation of both men. Christian’s consciousness purred in Marco’s psyche, caught in an endless loop of orgasmic pleasure. He turned as the doorknob giggled, grinning from ear to ear at what was to come next.
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Eddie swung the door open, Christian had been moaning and writhing for long enough. If he was gonna jack off he could at least have waited until he was asleep! Steam poured out of the ajar door, and the foreign stink of sweaty musk flooded the room with it. This was not his brother’s scent… Within moments, a meaty hand landed square on his shoulder, and out from the steam walked his stepbrother… Or was it? The hunky man stood over 6’0 tall and was built of solid muscle. Looking closely at his face, he recognized his brother, but could tell something else was lurking underneath.
“Yo, ‘little bro’. Like my new look?” Marco flexed his massive arm, his bicep now the size of Eddie’s head.
“Chh… Christian… What did you do…” Eddie backed up slowly, the hulking sight and musky scent of his brother ever so slightly arousing him. Marco laughed, his booming voice felt like shockwaves against Eddie’s tiny body.
“Your bro upgraded! And, I think it’s about time for your turn too, buddy!” Eddie felt a poke on his shoulder from behind him. Slowly turning, he saw the jacked, athletic ghost of Diego behind him. The ghost rubbed his hands together before dropping down. Marco held his gigantic hands on Eddie’s shoulders, planting him firmly in place as Diego yanked his pants to the ground. Eddie’s erect cock stood at full mast, though not necessarily impressive. Diego winked at his lover as he slurped his mouth onto Eddie’s member and began to suck. Eddie moaned as the slimy, warm, rubbery ghost slid up and down on his cock.
“Yeahhh, that’s right. That’s Diego, my friend. And he’s gonna take real good care of you.” Eddie nodded absentmindedly, completely swept away by the ghost’s incredible blowjob. Diego pryed himself off just long enough for him to jam his fist and jacked arms into Eddie’s cock, quickly engorged with his ectoplasm. Eddie yelped, confused by what should have been painful, and yet more aroused as he watched the lusty spirit crawl into his swollen cock.
“Yeahhhhhhhh, fuck yeah get in there Diego.” The ghost excitedly slithered into his now begging host, slurping into Eddie’s groin. The boys balls inflated until they dropped to the ground, filled with Diego’s rubbery body. “Ohhhh fuck!” He could feel as Diego shoved himself into his calves, and down into his feet like a pair of tight rubber socks. Looking down, his formerly size 5 feet now stood a massive size 13, and sporting one hell of a funky aroma: the aroma of an athlete fresh out of the gym, which Diego proudly exuded. He felt the slithering of the rubbery ghost crawling up his midsection, feeling his skin stretch and bloat at the pressure of his ghostly muscle buckling out of his now chiseled, lean obliques. Diego shoved his broad shoulders upward, and effortlessly slipped his arms and hands into Eddie’s.
He balled his new fists, the creaking, rubbery sound of his own stretched skin sent Eddie over the edge as he cocked his head backward in ecstasy. Taking the opportunity to thrust himself into Eddie’s head without resistance, Diego shot up his throat and slithered into his skull, letting his freakishly long tongue slip into Eddie’s. Diego sighed as he adjusted himself inside, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. Marco took to his lover’s mouth, planting a deep, sensual kiss on Diego’s now plump lips.
“Fuck that’s always fun.” Diego’s laid back, heavy South California accent flowed out of his new mouth between his tongue play with Marco. The two landed hard on the bed, smashing the frame and letting the mattress fall to the floor. Creaking, squelching, and sloshing, the two rubbed their massive swollen bodies against eachother, basking in the sweaty, musky afterglow of a sexy possession. Marco smirked as he guided his engorged cock toward Diego’s tangy hole, before plunging it deep inside him. Diego gasped and huffed at the sensation of Marco’s girth inside him. Like a balloon filled with warm liquid, the cock thrusted in and out as Marco’s cock slid around inside of Christian’s like a hyper ribbed condom.
“Oh my god, you’re so fuckin’ sexy stretching out that twink.” Diego smirked and cocked his head to the side, winking at Marco.
“You’re pretty fuckin hot yourself, you’re stretching him to the max.” Marco slammed against Diego’s jiggling bubble butt, increasing his pace. “You wanna try him? He’s super into it.” Marco laughed and nodded, his breath picking up. The two fucked hard, barebacking until Marco could barely hold himself any longer.
“Oh fuuuuuuuUUUU…” Marco felt himself shooting out of Christian’s cock, deep into Eddie. The sloshing of his ghostly body rushing into the already inflated Eddie loudly announced Diego’s exit, as Diego slipped from his lips into Christian’s open mouth. The two exchanged their flesh suits, one inflating into the other, until all that was left was buckets full of blue ecto, and two panting hunks.
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The old bellman knocked on the door, the two twink’s luggage in hand. Those little shits better have had at least a $20 tip in there for him, ungrateful little bastards. The door opened, and the stench of sex, pheromones, sweat, and testosterone rushed into the hall. The old man looked up at the two jacked men in the room, ever so vaguely recognizing them as the two he’d seen earlier.
“I… uh… I got your bags here.” The bigger one laughed, and turned to the other.
“Hey… uh, Christian! Bring this man a tip, will ya?” The tanner, more lean hunk went to his wallet, pulling out a hundred dollar bill and handing it to the bellhop.
“Sure thing… Eddie. I’ll take those!” The bellhop handed him the bags, and the two studs winked before shutting the door. On his ride back down to the lobby, the old man could swear he’d recognized those two. Yet, it couldn’t have been them, it was years ago. Must be an old man’s mind playing tricks on him.
"Damn hubby, we hit the jackpot with these two. " I said flexing in the mirror.
"Yeah we did" hubby said looking in the other mirror.
These guys were just 2 straight guys that came to the city with hot bods. And when they realized they can work at the gay clubs for good money they decided they would do it.
Well jokes on them because we seized our opportunity. My husband and I were gay ghosts that lived a few floors up in our apartment. We have been haunting this building for years. We possess the random guys here and there and had fun but no one we felt good about staying in.....till now.
These 2 were perfect. Great bods, gay club and even pretending to be gay, it was an easy choice. We floated down and merged with their bodies as they freaked out. Once in we felt so fucking great. They were gearing up for work so already dressed up.
"Honey" hubby said as he walked in the other room to stare at me " do you think we have some time for a little fun? "
"We will make time" I said as I began to grab his junk.
Before too long hubby was already on his knees and began sucking my new cock and fuck was it a big one. God, it was fucking phenomenal. I was throbbing so fucking hard. I had to make him stop before I came so I can play with his cock too.
We spent the next 20 minutes sucking and fucking till we both came, all the while the guys were in our heads crying. Well they got their wish. They are a gay couple at the club now. We cleaned each other up in the shower and then headed to work, hand in hand. And ready to fuck again later
"Aren't you the perfect grieving father?" Simon said while clapping his hands sarcastically as he walks closer to approach Gareth
Gareth, in turn, looked to his back as he slightly turned his body to see the father of his late son's best friend, but he oddly smirked at the fellow old man
"Well, you showed me the chop when you did all that TV appearance wailing about your runaway son," said Gareth still with the smirk as he then stands up from the table
"What can I say? 4 years in the faggy drama club my father despised and after-hours gig in the local theatre really helped with all that, I suppose?" Simon approached Gareth even closer before opening his arm to embrace his best friend as he said, "C'mere you fucking asshole,"
And just like that, both older men hugged each other in a warm, friendly embrace. Yet, not even a minute passed by and both of them went for each other's mouth as both passionately kissed and savored each other's flavor. They should've done this sooner, it would save them from so much stress and resentment towards their old men if they jumped inside to take control of their bodies say......5 years ago right after graduation. But hey, too late is still better than never and with their dads fit, well-kept bodies and their loaded wealth, they are quite sure to have at least 10-15 years ahead of them to fool around and use their polished persona in the peak of their fitness and financial stability as high-powered executives.