Expert of Possession

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[echovelvet278]

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Casper Possession Clip

[returnofnonya]

From Thief To House Husband Part 3: Finale

Life was nearly perfect now. The eldest son of the Smith family was under my control. Or rather, under the control of my best friend Roy. Regardless he was too busy going to raves at gay clubs and getting his back blown out at night to cause me any more problems.

The other two Smith boys had already moved out and were enjoying their independence, so things were going perfectly.

Until Mrs. Smith came home. I had to pretend to love this woman, which was difficult because quite frankly I didn’t even like her. I was able to endure it until she told me that she got promoted again, this time to a position that would require less travel. No more business trips to leave me alone so that I could have my free time.

I tried putting up with her, but apparently distance creates longing. She wanted to spend time with her husband, oblivious to the fact that he didn’t even exist anymore. I couldn’t take it anymore, so on Christmas Day her annual handmade gift was divorce papers that I printed out after my lawyer sent them over.

Rather unfortunately for me, she was the breadwinner and stood to keep a pretty hefty sum of her fortune. I knew I had to sabotage her in the divorce, so I’d have to call upon the only potential ally I had left, Officer Kevin.

Kevin was an older guy on the police force, now a detective. He had always shown Roy and I mercy and tried to help us get on the right path. One of the only good pigs in existence as Roy and I would put it. I knew he had his regrets, so I decided to stop by the station and give him the opportunity of a lifetime.

Upon my arrival I requested to speak with him privately, and being a rich white man I found that it was pretty easy to walk into a police station and ask for whatever I wanted. In a matter of minutes Kevin and I were alone in the conference room.

“Uh…Mr Smith, it’s a pleasure as always to see you, but the incident happened almost a month ago. I’m not sure how else we could possibly help you.” He stated, confused.

“Not the police department, but you, Kevin Bacon.” I grinned, a nickname Roy and I had for him.

“Oh I see Roy has been influencing you a bit, yes?”

I shook my head. “No. Mateo. See Bacon, I didn’t die. I transferred myself into a new, fancy body.” I pulled out my briefcase and showed him the vials. “Each of these can extract my consciousness and allow me to focus on someone. They allowed me to take over this asshole, and for Roy to take over his son. Our lives have been paradise, but unfortunately this body’s wife has returned home. I filed for divorce, but there’s a problem. His wife is being represented by Santiago.”

Bacon caught on surprisingly quickly having seen lots of strange things unfold in his time on the force. “I see…it does suck for you that ‘your’ wife is being represented by the most bloodthirsty lawyer out there.” Bacon hated Santiago, he was one of the best lawyers around and loved by rich white trash. He could get DUI charges of a rich kid shotgunning tequila on a security camera behind the wheel of his car dismissed and sealed from the records.

“Yes, right now we both hate him, so I have a proposal for you. Become Santiago. Sabotage my wife’s chances against me, get me as much money as you can. Then you can spend your life as a relatively younger and incredibly wealthy lawyer and make sure he never lets another scumbag off easy.”

Bacon thought about this proposal, and his life. He got into the force to make the world a better place and tried to help good guys in bad situations like Roy and I. He had obviously failed in that department given that he and I stole other people’s lives and bodies. Come to think of it, he didn’t accomplish a single one of his goals. Surely by taking an asshole like Santiago’s body, he could stand to make some changes in the world using his resources and connections!

“…okay, I’m in.” He said, hesitant and determined at the same time. We sat down and began forming the perfect plan.

Later that night Santiago was in his office. Highest floor of the building, of course. He was preparing himself for a charity gala, despite really not giving a fuck about anyone underneath his tax bracket. He likes to go and enjoy fine wine and network while cutting one the smallest checks at the event. Given the fact that my vessel was currently involved in one of Santiago’s cases, it was pretty easy to be let into his office. Bacon and I walked in together, a half filled vial in my pocket for when the time would come.

That’s when we saw him wearing this stupid outfit. What possible reason would he have to wear this to a gala? Apparently he read the shock on our faces and simply said, “It’s noir themed. Now how can I help you Mr. Smith? Here to beg for mercy in the coming divorce? Having a beat cop with you won’t intimidate me at all.” This seemed to piss Bacon off, so he chimed in right away, “No. We’re here to tell you that you’ll be famous for negotiating one of the worst divorce deals in history after we’re done with you.” He seemed determined, so I handed him the vial and he took it immediately, throwing his soul into the unsuspecting Santiago who groaned, stumbling back for a moment before chuckling.

“Oh my god! I’m 20 years younger, and apparently hung like a horse! But…why do I feel so light?” Bacon asked using his new mouth. “Simple. I gave you half of a vial. You’re not rooted inside of Santiago like I am into this asshole, and you won’t be unless I’m satisfied with how the divorce ends. Keep in mind my body died after I abandoned it, so who knows what will happen if the possession expires?” Bacon looked shocked but I just chuckled and walked up to him, copping a feel of his new tits. “I need my insurance policy. You’re a good guy, after all. Now how about you stop looking like a betrayed puppy and show me how big that new meat is?” Due to the stress of his job and his former age, it had been a while since Kevin got laid. He was in no position to say no.

Soon enough we were making out fiercely, me ripping his button shirt open and grabbing at his tits while he pulled my pants and underwear off in one swift move using his new body’s strength. “Put it in, I’m ready…” I whispered against his lips. He seemed shocked by that given Santiago’s size, but it made sense when he reached for my hole and realized I had a vibrator inside of me all day long. He pulled it out, earning a moan from me as he shoved himself fully inside, causing me to arch my back and moan even louder.

Santiago was a regular Casanova. His assistant was paid more than enough to turn a blind eye to the secret after hour meetings that went on in his office. The sound of skin slapping filled the room as Bacon hammered me like his life depended on it. Even with my prep Santiago’s meat was huge and earned more and more moans from me as I gripped the edges of the desk for dear life. “Goddamn he’s a monster! No wonder he’s so fucking audacious!” I moaned as I clenched my hole around his cock, leaning up to start sucking on his tits.

“I haven’t had sex this good since the fucking 80s!” Bacon moaned out as he slammed in and out of me. His attention was directed to a mirror in the office and he watched himself as he controlled Santiago’s body, forcing it to have sex with the enemy who he was about to sabotage the whole case for. He couldn’t hold it anymore and he slammed one final time, moaning loudly as he busted deep inside of me and triggered a chain reaction, making me shoot a high arch that splattered his tits. I was only human, there was only so much prostate abuse I could take.

We stayed still for a moment, both panting and covered in sweat, a stupid grin on our faces. “Mm…here’s to getting our perfect life, Bacon.” I said before smacking his ass. “Now, go and begin sabotaging this case then you can keep his body forever and drop by to have some fun with me and my son.” I winked and slid out from underneath him.

Soon after that life went exactly as it should have always been for me. Kevin honored his end of the deal and made sure to destroy my wife’s case against me by creating a fake affair, allowing me to get away with 60% of her assets. I then let him drink the rest of the vial and permanently become Santiago.

From there on, life was a breeze. My other sons cut contact with me, the one that stayed was a whore who loved pleasing me, and I had a massively hung lawyer who lived to please me and get me out of any legal trouble I found myself in.

My days of being a thief were behind me, for good now.

(I had some pretty severe writer’s block but I figured you guys deserved a finish story. Hope you liked the thief to house husband series!)

[beardysuits]

Another One for the Books

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

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

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

"Adam?" He asked in his gruff voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He cocked his head to the side.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He patted me on the shoulder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean?" I asked.

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

"What about our real selves?" I asked.

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

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

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

"Come on son, lemme treat you."

[2xskin]

Sunday Reloaded: The Hitchhiker

The sun was beating down on my back, these corn fields seem to go on forever. I squatted on the ground and mopped my brow. I’d been on the run for the past couple of days, hiding out in barns and out buildings from deserted farms. It had been an unfortunate accident, during a confidence scam. One of the local hoodlums had got killed, and they’d hung the thing on me. The cops knew what I could do; get inside other people and hide but they’d figured out a way to protect themselves. All they needed was a sigil tattooed on the inside of their right wrist, and I wouldn’t be able to touch them. People were even able to download, and put it on themselves as a temporary one. I tried to jump someone and found that I’d just bounce off them, scared I’d just ran. It must have been about four in the afternoon where the field came to an end. In front of me was a dirt track–perfectly straight that disappeared into the distance in each direction. I had no idea where I was, or which direction I should take. Looking at the sun, I could see it beginning to set so decided to go west. Walking along the dusty track, I’d occasionally look up and down the track in hope to see something. I knew I’d be risking any contact, but to be honest I was really looking for a shower and somewhere to sleep. I must have walked about five miles, when I saw a dust cloud heading towards me. I stopped and squinted against the sun; a glint caught my eye. As it approached I could see it was a large pickup. I waved my hand as it got closer, and then it pulled up next to me and stopped. The window buzzed as it slid down, and the cool air from inside felt like a kiss of an angel. “You OK son?” The driver asked. I said nothing as I basked in the fresh breeze emanating from the cab. The driver; a big guy leaned over and opened the door. “You’d better get in before you pass out boy,” he chuckled.

The cool air, beckoned me in, and I practically fell into the passenger seat. I pulled the door closed locking out the heat of the day as the window buzzed up again. The guy handed me a bottle of water, which I accepted and gulped down. “Hey, slow down boy there’s plenty.” “Thank you Sir,” I gasped. “You’re lucky I came across you, this dirt track is hardly ever used. I’ve just finished my two week survey, and heading back to the city.” “The city?” I repeated, that’s the last place I want to visit full of people protected. “Are there any towns you can drop me off on the way?” “Not really, it’s just corn fields and dirt. The office wants me back urgently, couldn’t quite figure out why, so I need to get going. Make your mind up kid.” Finishing the remainder of the water I pondered the options. I returned the bottle, and noticed this guy didn’t have the sigil. That must be why his office want him back so urgently; to get some protection. I handed him the bottle, and as he dropped it into the door pocket I rested my hand on his chest. I felt the tingle I’d missed for so long, and he fell unconscious. I thought for a moment, my father always told be the best place to hide was right under the noses of the people that where looking for you. They’d never expect me to return to the city. Pushing the guys head back I climbed into the drivers seat, his thick thighs on each side. Leaning back I felt his chest in my back. Grasping the steering wheel, I braced myself and closed my eyes pushing hard, forcing myself backwards. After the usual warmth, I felt cool air on my arms again. I let out a low groan that rumbled through the cab as I opened my eyes, and blinked a couple of times. Taking a deep breath, I looked down seeing my huge chest rise and fall. I reached up a hand and rubbed my pecs through the t-shirt, and then a large bicep came into view. “Fuck,” was all I could mutter as I threw the pickup into gear and continued back to the city. I’d taken jocks mainly, same age as me. They always had a good source of cash if you picked the right ones. That’s how I was siphoning off the money, but I’d been caught on camera swapping between people. It was the end of a good scam; at least for that city, and here I was heading back to that same city again. I knew I had to wait for it to cool down before I could move on, and all those temporary tattoos to fade. Thirty minutes was all I needed to learn everything I needed to adopt John Solomon’s life. I knew he didn’t know about me, he’d received a garbled message from his office saying he needed to report back as soon as he hit the burbs. As I got closer to the city I gave John’s office a call, told them I was heading home. They wanted me to go straight to the office, but I growled that I was tired and needed to clean up and just hung up the phone. Arriving back at John’s house I wearily climbed out and grabbed his bags from the back. Dropping the bags at the front door I went through my shorts cussing as I tried to find the keys. I frowned when I felt a tap on the shoulder, slowly I turned. In front of me was a weedy guy in a suit with glasses; obviously had a Men in Black fixation. Flanking him on either side where two police officers. “What’s this about,” I groaned trying to keep calm. He held up an official looking badge. “Vermin control,” he sneered, and the two officers chuckled. He offered his hand, and I thought he wanted to shake it. To my surprise he held on to it hard and twisted it to show my wrist. “This one needs to be done,” he muttered to one of the officers who made some notes. Without any warning he pushed a small box against my wrist, it burnt, and I pulled free of his grasp. “What the hell!” “It’s a temporary sigil, lasts sixty days. Make sure you get a permanent one before it fades,” he retorted as he left. I looked at the sigil, it was burning red and hot to the touch. I rubbed at it hard, but it wouldn’t come off. Inside John’s house, I dropped the bags and exhausted collapsed into John’s favourite chair. Closing my eyes, I focused on leaving John. Returning to the city was a bad idea. Trying to pull out of the giant failed, it felt as if I was bouncing off the inside of the guy. Each time I tried the sigil glowed and burnt. “Fuck, this shit stops me getting inside people, but also stops be getting out as well,” I cursed under my breath. I had one option; stay and be John. It wasn’t all that bad I thought to myself. I knew they’d never be able to find me now. via Blogger https://ift.tt/2Hzkiit

[thegreatstoryteller]

Gosh! Love a good classic!

[alienpossession]

Feeling challenged by @mindmelter and I'm currently feeling inspired, so enjoy my take on this cult classic, I try to depart from @fullfriendnerdpurse Part 4 that you can re-read here to refresh your memory

Adventure of Jim and Zim: It Runs in the Family

*ding dong*

Huh.....I'm not expecting any guest....Daddy also said nothing about a guest coming today. Who could this be?

*ding dong*

Daddy is in the shower too, uggghhh this is so annoying, isn't he supposedly serve all my biddings and do these kind of menial stuff for me? I'm literally this close to shoot! If this is a mere regular DHL package stuff, I'll be very upset

*ding dong*

"WAIT UP, I'M COMING DOWN!" I screamed as I put my underwear and shorts on while trying to climb down the stairs

Right as I opened the door, slightly exasperated from the rush and my cock still semi inside my sweatpants, the sight in front me literally take me aback. What a fine specimen this guy is. That rugged face, the hazy judgmental eyes framed by that angular jawline....and God damn that black shirt really be tight everywhere as if he purposefully selected his shirt 2 sizes smaller when in fact it's just because this fine shit really got massive shoulder, pecs and biceps! Before the drool managed to escape my lips, I sucked it back in and control my perverted thoughts

"What can I help you with?"

"Ohh, am I in the right house? I'm looking for Nicholas Stone,"

"Uhh--- ohhh--"

"Is that who I think it is?" said Daddy from the stairs with just his sweatpants as he excitedly come down the stairs

"Damn right it's me," said the imposing guest as he casually shoved me away to hug my fucking Daddy as they both immediately embraced warmly followed with laughter as if this stranger is family. As Daddy probably realized my confusion while hugging the stranger, he winked and suddenly my cock stirred awake in excitement. Is this stud going to be added to the compound too???

"So, I guess you met our neighbor's son already, he's helping around here with cleaning and all, you know how the boys are super busy with their athletic schedule, they don't have time to do chores, they're not girls after all," he said with that venomous misogynistic shit he purposefully slide there as if telling me that he knows how to act like the masculine tough alpha asshole patriarch of the Stone family to the tee

"Well, if that's what you think about women, you can do us a favor and hire hot chicks to do that instead. Are you gay or something?" the not-so-little Daddy's little brother said, I noticed the wedding ring so maybe that's why he's irked with what Daddy said

"Now you're being stupid. He's available and he's willing to help, and at least I don't have to think about fucking my own maid or something. Imagine having a girl working for us 3 dudes, either she's gonna wet herself or she would end up accuse us of assault or shit when I fired her ass. Okay, why don't you two get your bag while I prepare the guest room?"

He rolled his eyes and noticed my expression listening to Daddy's misogynistic tirade. I was in awe on how Zim or just the little fragment of Zim managed to carry such a convincing performance, but apparently Daddy's little bro assumed that I was uncomfortable.

"Sorry for my big bro, he's a nutjob sometimes. What's your name again?" He casually opened the conversation as we walked to the driveway

"J---Jim,"

"Okay Jim, nice to meet you. I'm Alex, hope my big bro doesn't rough you up for all the smallest details, he's quite the control freak, and obviously, a macho straight alpha and stuff, you must have heard his streams and podcast right?"

As I picked up the bags and let him chat with me, my mind simply wandered to the way Daddy talked me through sex and went very particular on what he wanted and how he wanted me to pleasure him.

Not to mention the countless hour Daddy put me under the desk sucking his cock while he played his game doing all those streaming. The way he talked about his workout routine or this alpha right stuff in between shooting dudes online or collecting items while making sure that his cock remain lodged deep inside my throat created this heady duality that always turned me the fuck on. He sounded and acted so straight to all his 350k followers but literally at the same time, I have his thick, veiny 8 incher monstrosity sucked clean and his cum guzzled with not a single drop to the floor.

The way he would also instruct the boys on how to ravage me in the sound-proof bedroom upstairs while he recorded his podcast with the guest down in the altered basement..... then, he joined Carter and Dean to fuck the shit out of me despite talking about the sanctity of marriage or how to be an alpha men in the 21st century for 2 hours or more just moments before, well, I guess he is indeed a control freak. But it's not like he's in control of his own body or his action, he's just a mere puppet anyway. A mere puppet that can play the role of a macho straight alpha control freak to the tee.

"Jim??? Jim??? Hey, bro, are you there?" Alex said as he offered to take his bags that I already grabbed because apparently I just lost track of time and simply stand here like a fool after only one round of picking up his bags

"Ohh....sorry. Please, let me,"

"Well, okay then, you held the last two bags anyway. Long day?"

"Uhhh yeah.....very long, so sorry, just need to zone out a bit,"

"And your shift ends at?"

Oh yeah, I'm the "next door neighbor/helper". Will Daddy convert him or something? Where the fuck I should stay to keep up with this lies? So I just come out with random number

"6, 6 PM,"

"Well, consider this as 6 PM. It's okay, I'll talk to him about it,"

"U---uhhh, no need, I can manage,"

"No, I insist. Just go back to your house, I'll help him around,"

"O--- okay. But I still have some of my stuff upstairs. I'll grab it first and then I'll go,"

Damn sir, you're way too nice I'm starting to hate you, like.....yes you wouldn't understand but I really want to see Daddy to take you over, sir. I wanna see that look of betrayal in your eyes when your own older brother turned you into a fucking mindless puppet!

As I climb the stairs, Alex is speaking in the kitchen to Daddy about how I need to be "relieved of my duty for the day". The rest of the conversation turned into fading sounds so I pick nothing up as I also need to think. Should I ask Rick to pick me up? I haven't checked up on him for a while anyway, so that sounds like a plan. As I opened the door to my bedroom, the sight of a scattered gym bag surprised me beyond belief. Isn't this one of Alex's??? Right when I turned around, Alex already grinned at me as he somehow already stand behind my back

"Well well well, aren't you an interesting gay boy," that eyes.....OMG, he's taken over!

Like a click in my brain, I started to really embrace the fear of getting caught. I know where this is heading, and I love the prospect of it

"I--I can explain,"

"Oh, the state of your room is enough of an explanation. I've been searching for this one bag because I wanna hit the gym with my bro, but somehow it's not in my room. Turns out, as expected, you picked this bag up so your horny faggot perversion can be fulfilled by sniffing through my entire gym bag? And you think I will not notice that it's gone???"

He pushed me inside the room and that caused me to trip over his shoes and clothes as I fall to the floor, my gaze lingers on his massive, towering hairy form with my mouth intentionally opened a bit as I wanted to look as awestruck as possible

"Well, big bro is doing some stuff downstairs, so until he's done, maybe I can put that gaping mouth of yours to good use,"

He lowered himself as his arms seemingly tried to entrap me as I can't tell whether he wanted to reach something behind me or pinned me down to the floor. Turns out, he grabbed one of his sneakers on the floor and shoved it to my face. I huff it with delight as I can finally get the sense and put an exact smell on Alex. Fuck this is an insanely reeked foot prison....did he just use this today?

"Smells nice for your perverted homo mind, huh? Ran 10k in it this morning before I drove all the way here. Probably the previous night 3 hours gym sesh also amplified its nastiness, but I know your kind loves it,"

If that's a real human speaking, I'll take offense with that degrading "your kind" commentary, but I know it means no harm when it comes from the mouth of a brain-dead puppet with no free will. He slapped the sneakers away as I tried to grab it and fully explore it on my own, his face a bit red but there's no mistaking that predatory gleam that plastered his face. He grabbed my head and instantly shoved it right to his armpit, giving me access to the already exposed hairy pit I've been focusing on the past few minutes

"Yeah Jimmy, good boy, I know you'll lap this shit up,"

And well I am indeed lapping his pits like there's no tomorrow. The way the pits hair are wet and slightly curled up, the sheen of sweat that stained it because he just lifted like 10 bags of his, the pungent, heady aroma his body created, I think I'm in the 7th heaven of pit mania or something. I cannot tell how he looked at me but I bet he's pleased with the service provided as I can hear his subtle oohs and aahhs as I traced his veiny, hairy arm, peck his neck and strong, defined shoulder and even grazed my tongue all over his exposed pecs. He grabbed me by my hair once more and stared at me deeply with his hazel eyes, and then he spits on my face and let out a chuckle

"Get naked and get yourself loose. It's time,"

I of course quickly undressed myself and hop on the bed for the fucking of a lifetime. But imagine my surprise when Daddy walks in on us with a horrified expression. But what comes out next from his mouth surprised even me

"Starting this all without me? Fucking my own cunt under my own room without asking for my excuse? Well lil bro, gym sesh cancelled, I'll teach you manners and respect to the patriarch of the house instead for today,"

Pete grabbed the already naked Alex like he weighed nothing and toss him to the bed, right next to me.

The springs groan from the massive thud but that's nothing compared to the sound it makes when Daddy Pete shredded his clothes apart. Sensing imminent violence, I quickly get out from Daddy's way and sit on the chair right next to the table in the other side of the room. As expected, yet still managed to make me hard as a rock, Daddy started pounding his own lil bro in a midst of fury

"Fucking....disrespectful.....ugghhh...brat!" said Daddy Pete as he grunted and groaned with slight pauses every time more of his inches swallowed by Alex's hole

Alex screamed like crazy as his hole never been spread beforehand as he's straight through and through, and it doesn't help his case that his first dick is his own older bro girthy monster. Being too loud, Daddy fished out the socks he could pick and stuff Alex's mouth to keep it shut

"Fucking my own....cunt....gghhhhhrRRAHHh.....without asking.....aaaUUGHHHh FFUUUCCK.....my permission? Did your stupid.....wiffeHMMMM.....taught you to....fucking disrespect your elder?"

As Alex started to cry from the pain as his back arched and his hole stuffed, my hand is calmly operates on autopilot as without a thought, I just simply fap to the beautiful sight in front of me. In the middle of the perfect fucking motion, Pete released Alex's mouth from the cotton plug of the now-soiled socks and that's when Zim appeared from Alex's ear

"From scale 1 to 10, how do you like this arrangement?" asked both of them in unison while staring at me despite continuing the whole fucking

"10 out of 10. You are insane for this," I said with a grin

"Well, come beneath us. You will love what comes next,"

"Beneath you two?"

"Yeah, don't say that you're afraid of getting crushed or something," said Zim as he reached Pete's shoulder and prepared to settle inside the massive older brother body

Tempted, I make my move as they stopped their fucking for a few seconds to let me slide to the bed and watched them as if I'm a porn movie cameraman shooting from below my subjects. As I get myself in place, like a game, the fucking restarted once more

"UNGHH FUCK FUCK YOU, GRRR DON'T YOU DDDDAAAARREE TO NOT MOAN YOU WHORE AAHHHH" Pete said as his plowing get intense in an instance and I can see Alex's face turned from agony to pleasure to agony again in such quick motion

"UNGGHH UNGGGHHHHAAHH I'M YOUR LITTLE CUUNNNNTTT BROOOO. Fuck this straight ass and turn me gay with your load daddy!" He said excitedly while winking at me

Pete grabs Alex chest and twist his nipple. He yelps like a bitch in heat by that sudden twitch and then the older one slam his dick so deep, I'm pretty sure something or some bones might have been broken. The slamming caused me to be pressed deep to the bed as I can hear the springs groan loudly like a backsound to the most brutal fucking I ever witnessed. As the pressure keep increasing, Alex started to crash under the pressure and fully pinned me to the bed as his hands that once hold him steady from all the onslaught started to falter. Squeezed as the bottom patty in this sexual encounter, my face now is right on the Alex's hairy pecs while his gorgeous mushroom top placed just right above my belly button. His whole body odour filled my nose while his sweat literally slicked not only his body, but mine too. Gobs of drool came out from his mouth and trickled down to his chin and then beard before landing on top of my hair while his eyes turned white from all the pleasure

"MFF....MFFM.....BRROOOO.....PPPppllleaaseee......fffuuucckkk....I'm....I'm so cLOSEEEAHHH,"

"YEAH??? ME TOO BRO! KEEP SQUEEZZING YOUR HOLE, CUNT, I'M SO FUCKING....NGGHHH....CLOOOSEE......FHHFHFHHHHHHHFFFUUUUCCKK,"

Moments later, not only sweat and drool, my body is flooded with the incredible amount of cum released from Alex's body while additional cum from Pete flows from Alex's stuffed hole and I can feel it starts to blend down there too. Mine? Well, it already spurted mere seconds I laid myself down here so this is already an incredible mess in the highest proportion

As both men then retreated from the bed and just stand right in front of the window, I'm literally basking in the afterglow as Zim already jumped off Pete and started eating the feast he managed to spurt out from the brothers.

"Hmmmm.....despite looking similar, I can easily tell the difference," Zim said through both men as if they are his human microphone

"Alex has the best diet. It tasted almost sweet, with better texture too. He will be a great addition," said only Alex as if he seemingly pride himself with the quality of his cum while his hand grabbed his ballsack and subsequently the floppy 6.5 incher cock

"Well, I want more," continued the hairy stud as he suddenly let out yet another moan. The most incredible thing happened in front of my eyes as his ballsack that already squeezed dry suddenly gets filled once more while his floppy cock hardened right in front of my eyes. In an instance, the cock leaks this huge amount of cum like a faucet, creating this pool of cum on the bedroom floor. Zim, like an experienced diver, goes head first to the cum pool his latest vessel just created

"We will clean the leftovers on you, I'll swim in Alex's sweet manna while waiting for you to clean up," both men said monotonically as they leaned over to start licking me clean

What a crazy afternoon this has been......

[fullfriendnerdpurse]

Adventure of Jim and Zim 4

"Welcome home, father," said Devin with a little smirk as his dick still slick wet from the cum he shot into my hole

"Whoo son, did you just fuck around or something? Put some goddamn clothes, imagine if my friend comes by with me and we walked in to you buck naked like that," said his father slightly chuckling, his bare muscular torso exposed for everyone to see

"Oh yeah, I just spread a twink's ass wide with my cock and dump my load there while Carter watched us the entire time. You should stick that cock of yours into the twink's ass to release some tension, way better than any pussies," he said with barely no expression whatsoever, just straight out cold like it's a usual thing for him to do

"Wait----hold on---what did you just say? T--twink?"

Carter then shoved me out from the bedroom as I'm still only in my underwear while he strut casually behind me

"You wanna try him on, dad? Fucked the boipussy in thr gym before giving Devin there sloppy seconds, won't regret it a single bit, trust me!"

"Sons, what the fuck is getting into the both of you? Stop this freak show immediately! And who the fuck are you?" The patriarch said angrily with a hint of bewilderment to the sight that happened right in front of his eyes, then followed by a death stare right to me

"Oh well, how rude I am for not introducing him. He's not just a twink, he's Jim, and you will hungrily join us to spitroast him as we will welcome him to our family," Devin said as he grabbed me by my hand and extend it as some sort of starter for a handshake with his incredibly hot father or something.

But instead of warm gesture, the father suddenly punched Devin's face with a punch that can knockout even the toughest fighter.

Devin instantly dropped to the floor while I cowered in fear, quickly retreating to Carter's massive back for my protection before the father could grab my hand and harm me

"KNOCK THIS SHIT OFF YOU SICK FUCKS! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO UP TO HUH? FUCKING A GUY LIKE SOME GAY WHORES," he said as he marched to Carter and ready to knock some sense into his youngest son

Carter would be sinking to his knees in normal setting due to his submissive persona in the face of the two bigger alphas of his family, but not when Zim is in control. He instead stand up firmly with a smug grin as he easily stop his father's effort to land a blow right in his handsome face. Then, in a surprising and out-of-this-world turn of event, Carter tightened his grip to his father's blocked fist and his father yelped in pain as I can clearly listen skull cracking sound comes off from in front of me. The father yelled in agony as Carter then followed with a kick to his father's groin that brought the older man to his knees. Devin still laid motionless on the floor but I noticed a green trace of steps coming the father's way. Looking from behind Carter, I then noticed a green tiny being huffed in the father's shoulder, he's probably out of breath from all the walk and climb of the massive mountain of man that is the father. He failed to notice Zim's presence as his mind still focused on the pain inflicted by his youngest son and also the way Carter stared at him with no hint of remorse whatsoever. Then, Carter said

"It's time to welcome your new controller,"

And that's when he noticed the sensation as Zim landed in his ear but it's too late anyway as his effort to slap Zim only pushed the green 3 inchers deeper into him

"AAHHHH WHAT THE FFF-----" the father said as Carter used his other hand to muffle his father's scream of panic

He let go of his father's mouth and hand that is definitely crushed as his father's body convulsed wildly on the floor, like a giant fish flailing and trying to survive in the open air with its gill after being caught by fishermen. Suddenly, a loud scream comes out from the father's mouth as his eyes snapped open and his whole body tensed

"UNGGHHHHH NNNNOOO---NNN-OOOO NOT TODAY UNGGHHFFFUUUCKKKAAH-"

His head then froze before he repeatedly slammed his head to the floor and I flinched in pain

"Oh my God, Carter, don't you think we should help your dad? What if---"

Carter just put his index finger in my mouth and shushed me

"No need to worry, Zim will heal him,"

"What?"

"Yeah, Zim will heal him. Alien metabolism, hello? Zim just tried to concussed this guy, he's so strong and regular takeover seems to be not that effective, and Zim is just having too much body controlled at the same time,"

I looked around. Devin already stand up again and Carter is right beside me fully speaking out Zim's thought while Zim himself is busy down there managing this big beast. He said it himself, 3 bodies at best, 2 in the regular, while the rest would be on autopilot. That's the limit of his direct control, which is more than sufficient to be honest. I literally almost ran out of gas having the two brothers played me today, imagine 3 of them? The thought put me hard once more and that's when all in a sudden, a hairy meaty arm grabbed my erect dick with quite a forceful tug and brought me back from utopia. I eventually fall on top of the person that pulled me. That's when I realized that the father is grinning at me

"Guess who is in full control now?"

And I cannot help but formed a smile on my own too as I realized that this guy right here might be the daddy I've been looking for after all, with his two sons ready to serve me as two protective brothers of my own

[many-of-max]

Love this series! Hope I didn't miss any. Feel free to let me know if u know some more. Will post connected stories from other channels.

Plus, does anyone know if the original author still posts on some other blog?

Would love to read more of this!

[fullfriendnerdpurse]

Adventure of Jim and Zim 3

Edit: Tumblr flagged the previous post so no GIF or sexually implied picture for this one, just thr normal ones. Will put a link to the base of the GIF as link in this text. You can check it mid-way in the stories

This is just me reposting (and only changing some words + character picture) the last part of Jim and Zim as I want to make a part 4 of my own continuing from where part 3 ends.

A brief overview: Jim met Zim, a small humanoid alien with possession and mental manipulation powers.  He controls individuals by consuming parts of their brain responsible for free will, making the process permanent.  The individuals can function with remnants of their former personalities, but they will defer all crucial life decisions to Zim.  Zim can mentally control his host and one other converted individual, as in he can see, feel, and experience the perspective of two converts at a time, though the one he is physically inside of gives Zim more intense physical pleasure or feelings. Earlier, Zim has converted Jim’s ruthless alcoholic foster dad that took advantage of the foster care system and abused Jim in daily basis

Then, a local Bodybuilder named Rick, and the newest addition is Carter, a young bodybuilder.  The long term mission is to find a Daddy for the fatherless and formerly homeless Jim, though there are side adventures along the way.  Currently, Zim has just converted Carter

and is getting ready to fuck himself with Rick’s powerful body. !!

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“nnnnnnggggggggaaaahhhhhh!!!!!” Carter shrieks as Rick strains to force the head of his fat cock inside Carter’s virgin boycunt.

"sh-sh-shit I think you’ll break me if you keep-AAGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!” Carter’s body wails as Rick just grins and spreads Carter’s legs further, widening that tight cunt and making it easier to forcefully push another inch in.

“FUCK this vessel is tight!” Rick howls as he snarls his face, grunting as he keeps thrusting in an inch at a time, veins popping up all over his body from the effort to fill this little bitch boy meathead.  

“nng nng nng nnngggggGGGG!!!” Carter yelps as Rick manages to slam the last inch inside, making the boy squirm and writhe around as Rick wiggles his hips with his meat still plugging Carter, stretching his hole and making him get used to the feeling of a man filling him up.  I almost forget that I’m watching Zim control two separate bodies, and I probably would have if Carter hadn’t started coughing, finally stopping as Zim crawled out of Carter’s mouth and started walking across his chest.  

“You enjoying the show?” Carter asks me with a grin as both he and Rick turn their gazes my way, smiling that mischievous grin that Zim makes with each host.  I nod enthusiastically in response, hand wrapped around my throbbing meat and breathing deep.  

“I just needed to do a change-up,” Rick says as he scoops Zim into his hands, putting that critter into his mouth and shivering for a second before saying,

“Much better.  Mmmmm I could feel both bodies, but the pain from breaking Carter in was outweighing the feeling of his tight hole squeezing Rick’s meat.  The way I see it, this way I get the best of both worlds.”

“This one will make a great addition though.  I never imagined a vessel could have such a tight hole.  That will surely come in handy,” Carter says, being mentally controlled by Zim now.

“Now where were we?” Zim makes both bodies say in unison as they return to their underlying personalities, Rick being turned on by utter domination and Carter being turned on by the repressed satisfaction of being subservient.

“f-f-fuuuuuuuuuuuuccckkkk,” Carter groans as Rick begins sliding all those inches out of him.  The boy is squeezing his eyes closed, clenching his teeth and reaching his hands back behind him to grip the ends of the locker room bench that no longer feels cold on his back.  

Then Rick smirks, slamming back into Carter and making the boy’s eyes shoot wide open, mouth fully agape as he shouts out, “FUUUUUUCCCCKKK NNNNNGGGGGGAAAAAHHHHHH!”

Zim is trembling in both bodies, writhing and squirming as he can feel the sensations of both men’s bodies.  His primary perspective is Rick, but still, every time he thrusts into the Carter vessel, Rick’s hole clenches tight, feeling the surge of sensation crashing through the nerves in Carter’s cunt, making him shriek and yelp. In Carter’s body, he bears the full brunt of the pain as Rick pumps in and out of him, making that cunt stretch to take his nine inches in, and then relax as he slides out, over and over again as chills surge up his back and down his thighs.  The pain is starting to get more manageable, even being replaced by pure pleasure, but what’s really making him moan and groan is the feeling of Rick’s cock as it slides into him. Every time the Carter body gets penetrated, his own rock hard and throbbing cock feels the tight embrace of a tight boycunt welcoming it in, and clenching tight to keep it from pulling out.  The Carter body is the one feeling the most pleasure at this point, and Zim knows it, so he slams Rick’s meat back inside, making them both squeal and growl as he leans down and locks their lips together.  Both bodies kiss passionately, feeling up each other’s bodies, hands gliding up and down muscular and tight pecs and torsos, extra attention being spent on grabbing those meaty chests and squeezing and twisting, also not forgetting to pinch and massage each body’s sensitive nipples.  I’m still watching all this in utter awe, thrusting my hips into my pumping grip as I reach a hand up and squeeze my own nipple, almost like my way of pinching myself to see if I’m dreaming.  The yelp that escaepes my mouth and the twitch of my cock let me know I am very much awake right as these two men pull apart and Carter grins deviously.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh THIS body is—nnnnnngggggggg FUCK!   Oh my GooooooooooDDDDDDDD!” he screams as Rick keeps thrusting into him, grabbing onto the boy’s hips now and pulling that cunt hard onto each thrust.  

I know that Zim must have switched back into Carter during that kiss, and I guess that now that Carter’s hole is warmed up enough it must be an explosion of sensation from both ends- the cock that’s slamming into him and the ghost sensation on his cock of Rick’s cock being squeezed and caressed by tight and warm boycunt.  Carter’s legs flail around in the air, toes curling and clenching as his breathing becomes sporadic, being blocked off by the yells of pleasure as Rick picks up his speed.  The Rick body is on his own cloud nine now, feeling the full effect of Carter’s boypussy milking his manhood, but also feeling the ghost sensation of Carter’s hole in his own mancunt.  Each time he slides into Carter it’s like he can feel the electric pleasure of his own cock sliding inch by inch into HIMSELF!  Zim is on near overload from having both perspectives, but keeps going.  Getting pumped by Rick, and pumping that tight Carter pussy.  Finally, Rick seems like he’s had enough.  He frantically starts pounding into Carter, leaning down and grinding his hairy a sculpted chest against Carter’s teen pecs as he slides in and out, grunting as he goes harder and harder, thighs contracting with each pump.  Zim is overtaken by Carter’s repressed masochism as he squeezes Carter’s boycunt tight as possible, making his hole hurt so much with each of Rick’s thrust, but in the best way possible.  Rick groans as his body feels that cunt tighten up and he looks down at his conquest, still thrusting madly, wincing as his own mancunt feels the sensation of his cock slamming into Carter’s tightened hole.

“Nnnnnnnnggggggggg You really want this load!  Your tight boycunt is trying to milk this cream right out of me!” Rick growls, thrusting particularly hard.  

⁸Zim can only groan in response, but as the Rick body starts nuzzling his shoulder, the body’s dominant nature erupts and he bites down on Carter’s shoulder, making the boy’s body yelp and finally start shooting its youthful load.  Carter’s body tightens up from head to toe, mouth wide open and trying to scream, but no sound comes out.  Meanwhile, the sensation of Carter’s orgasm sends Rick over the edge, making him grab onto the teen cum dump and pull his body so tight to his own as he thrusts into him that their chests start getting friction burns before he finally roars with victory, launching load after load of cum deep into Carter’s boypussy, squirming on top of his conquest as he feels the sensation of his own warm cum filling the boy’s hole.  This makes him shudder before collapsing his manly physique onto the boy, dripping sweat onto him and entering into a forceful final kiss before lightly groaning as the last dribbles of his milk get sucked into that hungry boycunt.  

I had already cum several minutes ago, but somehow I stayed hard from watching this incredible display of man on teenboy action.  There was another fun surprise as Rick pulled out of Carter, grunting as the tight cunt squeezed on his meat, but finally exiting with a POP.  Then, Zim crawled out of Carter’s mouth and began frantically crawling over the boy’s chest and abs, mentally commanding the boy to keep his legs up in the air before dive-bombing that stretched boycunt.

“nnnnnggggggggggmmmmmmmmmmmmggggaaaaahhhhhhhhh!” The exhausted Carter body whined as Zim burrowed into Carter’s stretched boypussy.  His frantic attempt to wiggle inside was clearly reactivating those newly discovered nerve endings for Carter who was struggling to keep his legs steady and wide in the air. That’s when Rick came over and grabbed onto each foot, making sure that the boy wouldn’t close his legs and crush Zim to death with his tight pussy.  Finally, I saw Zim’s thrashing legs disappear into that seeded boycunt as Carter started arching his back and thrashing with an expression of awe on his face.  I could only assume that Zim, who fed on the sustenance of a man’s cream, had burrowed inside in order to eat and absorb Rick’s load from inside Carter, while it was still warm and fresh.  Carter’s body winced and smiled, feeling the critter crawling inside him and frantically licking the cum off his hole’s walls, making him sparkly clean and making him tighten up before launching a lone little shot of cum- must have been a mini-orgasm triggered by Zim’s meal.  Finally, Zim emerged from that boypussy, head first and stuck at the waist before finally plopping out and laying on the floor, panting with his little lungs as he succumbed to the crash of overindulging on his meal.  Carter picked up his master and put him in his mouth, allowing Zim to crawl back to his brain where he resumed full and absolute control.  

Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes and looked right at me. “Carter has a hot father,” he said, licking his lips.  “And an older brother.”

I could feel my spent dick getting hard all over again as he sent Rick to my foster dad’s home where we would resume our planning later.  For now, it looked like we were heading to Carter’s house.  Zim didn’t even shower the body.  He just wiped off and ingested as much of Carter’s cum as he could before dressing the buff boy and leading the way to his car.  

We arrived at Carter’s house, a nice upscale suburb home with plenty of space and a three car garage.  

“Looks like this boy’s Dad isn’t home yet,” Zim says.  “But my Big Bro Devin’s car is parked here.”

My heart flutters as we walk through the front door, the sound of college football greeting us as we walk over to the living room where Devin is splayed out with a protein shake watching the game.  

“Hey Bro!  How was the gym?  Lifting going well?” Devin asks without averting his gaze from TV

“Yeah, man.  Glad to finally see the mass.  Makes it all worth it.”

“Fuck yeah man.  Why do you think I do it?  Fucking chicks dig it man.  Who’s your friend?” he asks, taking off his shirt and finally turning to look at us.

“Oh this here is Jim.  He’s a good friend.  You might even say he’s my best friend.”

“Really?  I thought Chad was your best bud?” Devin asks, slightly befuddled.  

“Yeah, but now it’s Jim.  You see, we’re on an adventure together, and your body is the next destination.”

“Woah woah woah!  Carter, that sounded fucking queer as shit right there!” Devin growls, lifting up off the couch and facing us with a mixture of angry and confusion plastered on his face.  

“You’re going to make a great addition to the collection.  You and Dad, both.  Mindless slaves waiting to be controlled and to offer services with your strong bodies.”

Devin begins marching over to Carter, ready to slap the crazy out of him, but before he can even react, Carter’s body smacks Zim perfectly into Devin’s ear canal.  The older brother gasps as he feels the little green humanoid worming it’s way deeper into the canal, evading the fingers desperately trying to pull him out.  

“What the fuck did you-nnnngggggggggAAAAAHHHHHH- what did you do to me?!” Devin screams as he collapses onto the floor, convulsing and clenching his teeth, wincing his eyes shut as Zim works his magic and consumes the parts of Devin’s brain responsible for freewill.  Devin’s body goes into full on seizures before foaming at the mouth, finally twitching a few more times before collapsing with a forceful thud, now breathing deeply and much more relaxed.

As he gets up to his feet though, I’m in for a huge surprise.  Devin immediately rushes me and pushes me up against a wall, pinning me against his larger body as he begins grinding up against me, smelling my neck and forcing me into a passionate kiss.  I feel his tongue force its way into my mouth, tasting me and pulling out so Devin could rip my shirt in half and begin sucking on my nipples, making me cringe from pure sensation, moaning from the force and suction.  

“You like that don’t you, you fucking faggot?!” Devin barks into my face before ripping my pants and boxers off, leaving me completely nude except for my black socks before he rips his own clothes off except for his white and backwards facing hat and begins shoving me down the hall to his room. With one forceful push, he essentially throws me through the doorway and onto his bed.  I’m so confused at this point, but Zim sends me a quick telepathic message.

This body has a lot of pent up anger.  Need to take it out on your tight boypussy, Jim. This will hurt, but I know it’s what you want.

He was absolutely right, but I questioned the accuracy of that statement as Devin slammed all 8 inches of his lubed cock into me in one monstrous thrust that didn’t even give me a chance to loosen up enough to take him.  

I screamed as the fullness overtook me, 8 wide inches immediately stretching out my boycunt and filling me so deep to my core. 

“It’s okay.  It’s okay,” he cooed, lulling me into a false sense of security. That was Zim trying to tame some of that aggression.  Fucking chill, Zim.  Let Devin tear my hole apart!  He was probably worried for my safety, but all I care about is being pumped full of Devin’s cock right now! 

I think he got the message.  Devin started getting more and more enthusiastic with the fucking. I really did wince and scream from the pain, but fuck, my boy dick still got super hard. Before I knew it, Devin had grabbed my hair and anchored a hand around my hips, and was already pistoning into me, pulling me into each thrust and smiling with such cockiness and dominance. 

“Fucking take it, you faggot cock whore!” he growled, taking extra attention and care to spear my prostate with each thrust, simultaneously stimulating and hurting it. 

“nnnnnnngggggggg PLEASE Devin!  Slow down!  Please just-nnnngggggggggaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh s-s-slow downnnnnnnn” I wail as he pile drives into me, making me tremble and beg for relief, but also dripping precum out of my hard as steel dick.  No matter how much it hurts, this is exactly what I want- to be dominated by a sexy straight stud like Devin.

“You sick fucking queer!  Taking it up the ass like some FREAK” Someone to talk ruthlessly to me and make me feel like a naughty boy for just a brief moment in time.

“I can't hear you moaning you FAG!  This cock ain’t enough for you?  Let’s see how you like THIS!” He yells as he starts digging the tip of a finger in, stretching the opening of my hole as he forces that finger in next to his cock.  I toss my head back, shrieking as my boycunt gets taken to its limits, shivering and begging him to stop.

“NNNNGGGGGGGGGG PLEASE!!! DEVIN!!! EVEN JUST YOUR COCK IS TOO BIG!” I hollered with a touch of honesty.  

“You can fucking take this dick!” He replied, smacking me hard on the ass.

“AGggghhhhhhhh I CAN’T!” I cried out. He didn’t care though.  All he did was let my hair go and grab both sides of my hips, giving him better leverage to pull me with his strong upper body onto his powerful thrusts. With strength like his, it was almost like he had made me into some human fleshlight, pulling me with such savage power and force that my stretched boypussy felt like some sort of sex tool meant to embrace and milk his dick for the novelty enjoyment.  That just made me even harder though as my dribbling precum started making a dark wet spot below me. 

“I told you could take it,” he grunts with a calm sneer as my hard boycock swings around beneath me, finally reaching its limit as it starts blowing all over the green comforter. I feel my already tight hole clamp and squeeze Devin’s meat, milking him and sending him to his limit as he starts roaring and thrashing his head around, sending sweat flying all over the room, a lot of it landing on my bare back.  I feel him picking up speed, pumping furiously into my convulsing hole and extending my own orgasm before he finally pumps into me, staying super deep in me as he trembles, collapsing onto me and pinning me beneath him, groaning loudly as the first shot rockets deep inside me, and almost whining from the sensation as he pumps each new rope of milk even deeper into me, finally grunting with one last thrust before relaxing on top of me, letting me feel the warmth of that chest pressed firmly down on my back.  

“That was unexpected,” I say with a gasp.

“Yeah, I guess we both really needed that, you fucking faggot,” He growls as he thrusts his still hard meat into me one more time, just to hear me yelp.  Before I even know what’s happening though I feel Devin’s five o clock shadow tickling between my ass cheeks as that mouth forms a suctioned seal on my asshole.  

“Wait!  What are y-nnngggggggg OOhhhhhhhhh MAN!!! Unnnngggggggggg,” I moan as I feel Zim wiggling his way inside me.  It feels so good and weird to have him squirming his way deep into my hole, desperately trying to reach and eat Devin’s milk, but the sensation is so great that my instinct is to clamp my legs tight so I can squirm them together.  Right as I almost give in to the pleasure and crush my little green friend, Devin aligns his knees between mine and forcibly spreads me wide, keeping my boycunt a safe place for Zim to feast on Devin’s milk.  

“So much fucking milk in your faggot cunt!” Devin notes with disdain and disgust.

“Thank you!” I gasp, letting Zim know that this forced fuck was a turn on like no other.

“Shut up!” Devin growls as he slaps my ass. Hard.  I know that that was Zim’s way of saying “You’re welcome.”  I just smile and let my friend finish his meal as Carter walks in, enviously eyeing Zim eating out his brother’s cum feast.  

“Dad just pulled in the driveway…” I groan as Zim pops out of me, getting scooped up by Devin and put into his mouth before he responded to both of us,

“Great. Now the real fun begins.”He was right.  My hole had gotten stretched nice by Devin, but my boypussy was still hungry for some Daddy dick.  

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The Adventure of Zim and Jim: Supercharged

So somehow I got this inspiration to combine this story with the Zim’s series

After spending days fucking like rabbits with his best friend that now impersonated the blond linebacker Brian, the impostor Alex decided to engage with more of Alex’s friends and give “Brian” some alone time and probably play with some of the football jocks to keep up the appearance. Lucky for “Alex”, a party is already placed in his calendar tonight and that seems like a good way to test how perfect his cover as Alex while probably looking out for some more bodies that he can pile as his stock. Tapping into Alex’s memory, he decided to contact Alex’s senior frat bro that always looked out for him in the frat house, a hairy handsome hunk and a recent alumni named Carter Levine. Damn…….this Carter guy can be a good look to impersonate too, and seems like a tool so it should be easy

Carter’s PoV

Jim is busy rubbing Carter’s back while replying the DMs from those thirsty hoes and gays that flooded Carter’s DM when a message popped in

“Hey, there’s a message from someone named Lil Bro Alex,”

Carter instantly peaked with interest upon hearing the name as he turned his head

“That’s a younger member in my frat, that rich boy really looked up to me,”

“You know I like rich dude. He asked you to come to a party with him, said that you already tagged him for it and want to confirm about it,”

“Let me take a look,” he said as he grabbed the phone from Jim’s hand. While looking at the message and typing the reply to it, Zim is still busy minding his own business sucking the shit out of Carter’s fat beer can cock with his tiny mouth, but still seamlessly controlled the hairy husk

“Done. For tonight, you better stay here and please yourself with Henry, he’ll be home around 7 and he probably needs his most loved son slash fucktoy around to please him after his tiring flight from New York,”

“But I wanna have fun with people my age, can I come with you?”

“I don’t think Alex will like the idea of a fag tagging along with us frat bros for the night. We need the pussy lining up to get fucked for tonight, not talking to you about some tv shows or shits,” Carter said with a smirk

“Fuck you,” replied Jim, punching Carter playfully as he knows those words means nothing other than some teasing from Zim

“I promise you’ll have me for the entirety of tomorrow, how’s that sound?”

“Pfftt…as if I’ll care about you tomorrow. I’ll be busy riding your dad’s dick, Carter, you are nothing but just some submissive boytoy blessed with divinely jock-ish body, you are not a match against your own dad,”

“Now you hurt my feelings,” said the controlled Carter as he pinned Jim to the grass and start grinding his body, “guess one outdoor fuck sesh before I get myself ready for the party tonight won’t be a problem, I’ll let you enjoy all these musky hairs before I shave it for the night,” he continued as he goes straight to Jim’s gaping lips, kissing Jim’s ravenously like he’s the tastiest meal on Earth

The Party

There’s so many people in the party, it’s like almost all LA and its surrounding area gathered here. Alex and Carter bonded pretty well despite not meeting up for the past few months. Both somehow got the same idea to don sleeveless top, probably because the weather is not necessarily good to use shirt that will be soaked in the end and not like they need to look presentable like it’s some formal party, they wanna fuck after all

“Hey bro, got your eyes on some chicks tonight?” asked Alex while licking his lips, both boys are looking at the crowd below

“Well, I have some targets, but I’m not in a rush,” replied Carter confidently

“Me too, and I’m currently looking at him,” said Alex all in a sudden as he groped Carter’s ass without any warning

“Hey bro, what the heck?”

“Well……the lockdown sort of introduced me to some new outlook in life and damn bro, I wanna go down with you,”

Damn this guy is straightforward, Zim thought. But isn’t he supposedly straight as an arrow? What is up in here? He’s been in humans for almost two months now but this is his first time seeing someone that supposedly act certain ways suddenly behaved like the other way around. Is this guy hit his head or something?

“Bro, are you drunk?”

“No bro, I’m totally sober. Well……a little bit tipsy but I’m completely aware of what I just said to you bro. You’re hot, I heard how intense your sex were with those girls, I want to experience that,”

Alex knows that this is risky, but the only way to make Carter his new acquisition,yet another pile of body added to his stockpile, is through fucking, either he fucks Carter or Carter fucks him. He found the courage to do this because once at a party years before, Carter drunkenly admitted to want to see how well Alex’s lips wrapped around his cock tightly because Alex really got one heck of a sloppy mouth and seemingly able to take one heck of a long pipe in his throat, as if he has no gag reflex or something. All because he saw Alex devoured this thick bratwurst with ease and the boy is a big eater despite his athletic body and that’s what makes Carter curious. That’s why he brought it up and no matter how hard Carter wanted to deny that or acted that he forgot about it, Alex knew Carter remembered it. Too bad he didn’t know that Carter has no longer “exist” and something ominous ran Carter’s head instead for the past few weeks. The tiny 3 inches alien read Alex thought like a fucking text message. That put a smirk in his handsome face as he is intrigued by this human

“Some superpowered human, that’s new. Should have read your mind earlier,” he thought to himself as he finally said, “well, if you wanna be like those girls, follow me then,”

And Alex, still none the wiser about the inhumanity of the human walking in front of him happily followed “Carter” to this one room with its door slightly open. Then, Alex locked the door and instantly undressed himself while Carter smirks and slowly takes off his clothing. The eager Alex, thinking he’ll get access to Carter’s seed so he can pose as the hairy hunk, quickly positioned himself in all flour while facing the headboard. His back slightly arched and his ass already presented to welcome Carter’s thick dick. Without any warning, Carter shoves the entire meat in one go, the dick only lubed with the slight sweat that accumulated due to the summer’s head and his choice of underwear. That shoving caused Alex to howl but Carter quickly stuff that mouth of his with his soaked underwear before he can finish that howling

“Good boy gonna stay quiet while taking the pounding of a real man, got it,”

Alex nodded, fuck, this dude better shoot his load fast because he’s not ready taking this pounding for too long. He can pass out if it goes too long and imagine if he passes out without getting any of those creamy white load? All of this pain will go to waste so he makes sure to make things extra tight for Carter as he clenched his hole to make that dick have a hard time sliding out and making more friction to his boypussy

“UNNGGHHHH DAMNNNNNNN—– SHHHIIITTT…..you are tighter than a virgin if that’s possible—-UMNNHHHH FUCKING TAKE THIS,” Carter said as he released his dick and shove it yet again which caused Alex to arch his back even more

Carter then grabs Alex’s hair while riding him like a mule and that’s when a devilish smirk appeared in his face as he decided to share what he knows already about Alex’s plan

“I know you are not my bro Alex. I can read your mind. Guess what, you are not the only impostor here,” he said with a dark undertone as Alex’s face turned pale all in a sudden upon hearing Carter’s confession with that deep and somehow quite sadistic voice of his that manage to also send shiver all across his body

Zim uses Carter’s strength to keep Alex locked in his position as he slammed Alex’s head to the mattress. Alex tried to break free, sensing some kind of danger lurking and ready to deliver a deadly blow but then, he can feel something ticklish in the back of his neck after Carter spits on him and in reflex, he moves his hand to swat the location where the ticklish sensation comes from. Carter quickly reacted and grab both of Alex’s hands, stopping his ability to hurt Zim as Zim makes his way to the ear canal. Alex thrashes wildly while Carter’s keeping him in position, his body weight locked him in place while his right hand managed to stop Alex’s arm to flail around and endanger Zim’s life and his left hand pressed Alex’s convulsing head. Time is the essence and as soon as he arrives at the brain, Zim quickly devours that free will and bodily control part of Alex’s brain and then easily out-powering Carter and set himself free. He takes out Carter’s sweaty and musky jockstrap from his mouth and then speak,

“Fuck that hurts. And damn my tongue still got that taste of your balls. Anyway, good job keeping this asshole locked in place,”

“Piece of cake. He’s no match against me,”

“Well, what about now?”

In instance, the body altered with ease to resemble this huge guy whose DNA already stored in Alex’s system

“Mackenzie Loew, you are one fucking superstar,” Zim said, using the gruff’s daddy voice while calling out the real name of the Alex impostor, “He got 7 guys and 2 girls already. And he’s not the only one,” Zim said while fondling the erect dick of his current look, his mind travelled to this secret gathering of powered human, their brain must be even more powerful than the average human and can be very useful for power consolidation and ensuring no opposition that can rattle his plan. He looks at Carter’s naked form, fuck, being bigger than Carter is such a power trip. And well, not like he already received Carter’s cum, his look certainly can come in handy to have rather than having to constantly rely on using his husk. Using his much larger frame, he tossed Carter with ease to the bed and give that hairy boyhole of his a pounding from this hot daddy’s uncut dick

The Following Day, Jim’s PoV

I don’t mind to put any clothing as I walk to the kitchen to fetch some water for my sore throat. Damn, he really went to town last night, guess no one sucked his dick during that conference he attended the past few days. Is Zim not home yet? He didn’t tell me anything since last night

*ping*

Oh wait…..a new message, Carter. Humh, this is new. What video is he sending me now?

Wait…..that’s not Carter…..that’s the guy he said he wanna hangout with, Lil Bro Alex.

“Hey Jim,” said the message that followed the text

Then, a picture comes in again,

Wait…..that’s an entirely different guy, a rather dark-skinned hot stuff with something that seems exciting down below. His body seems big and I feel like I want to caress my finger all over that abs while checking on what he’s packing

“Hey Jim,” said the message once more. But not long after that, yet another picture, this time featuring a very handsome and ripped Eastern Asian man, his skin seems so smooth and now he is in the bathroom?

“Hey Jim,”

What the fuck is happening here? I instantly call Carter’s number, my dick throbbing hard looking at his catch in one day. Is Zim making his way into those dudes? All in one night?! Hot damn that tiny bastard is one hungry fella!

“Hey there Jim, Alex turned out to store one heck of a surprise, like that surprise you gave Rick when you hid those cum in your mouth and gave that to me through that sweet sweet kiss,”

Is this the voice of the Korean guy? Sounds odd……very….Southern or at least it has some Southern influence in it, and that’s definitely an American English. Another picture just delivered….and bam, yet another different guy and it seems like he’s the owner of the voice I’m talking to now, a rather thuggish tattooed blond

“What kind of surprise? Is he even more loaded than what we thought? Does that mean I can get that Ferrari I want? Why did you take so much body in one night huh?

“Hahahah, calm down you greedy human, that Ferrari is a piece of cake, but we’ll talk about it later. I have something to tell you, an even better news about the Alex guy. Turns out, the motherfucker has this kind of superpower, he’s a shapeshifter and I decided to consume the entirety of his brain…..for research purposes,”

My throbbing dick instantly releases its load upon hearing that fact…….now not only able to turn human into his puppet, Zim can shapeshift too?

“I’ll tell more about it later but I have a guest coming soon, gonna tell you more when I finished with my business for the day, get yourself ready,”

Back to Alex’s Apartment

“Yo babe, open the door. What’s so urgent huh?” said the impostor Brian while knocking at Alex’s door

“Wait Bri, coming,” said Alex with a devious smirk plastered on his face, already becoming Zim’s loyal subordinate and will willingly bring his boyfriend to the other side and accompany him to serve Master Zim too. Zim sits comfortably in the empty head of the shapeshifter, ready to take down all the superpowered individual that Alex knows and take all their powers for his benefit, and what’s a better starting point then his own boyfriend?

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The Adventures of Jim and Zim…2

NOT MY STORY. STORY IS ORIGNALLY FROM VCHRIS1989.TUMBLR.COM WHICH DEACTIVATED YEARS AGO. REPOSTED FOR RECORD KEEPING PURPOSES)

So I still can’t really believe what’s happening. I’m on my way to the mall with my abusive foster father, but it’s not really Jason because he’s been possessed by a humanoid alien named Zim who wants to find the perfect host that’ll let him have fun and also give me the father I’ve always wanted. Pretty rad, huh?

“So…how did you learn to drive so fast?” I ask as Zim cruises along to the mall, with me in the passenger seat.

“Even if I didn’t absorb all of Jason’s knowledge and abilities- hello? Intergalactic space travel and whatnot!”

“Yeah, but you crashed,” I retort with some sarcasm.

“Oh you’re lucky it’s me in control, you little fag.  I can feel Jason’s personality boiling right now!”

“Looks like you let a little slip out…”

“Oh, shit you’re right.  I-”

“It’s okay!  Feel free to let him slip out more often.  I kind of like it…”

“Don’t interrupt me, you queer!” Jason’s body growls at me before winking subtly, letting me know Zim is playing along.  

My shorts start tenting against my better judgment, making Jason shake his head in disgust, turning me on even more.  

We arrived at the food court and just talked while we waited for someone fun to try out, but I couldn’t help but wonder about the morality of all this.  I mean, I know last night I made it seem like I had things pretty rough, and I did, but is it really okay for me to allow even someone as awful as Jason to be enslaved against his will?  I was never one to focus on the negative side of life anyway, so I don’t feel like I’m getting something I deserve.  It’s impossible to deny the desire and want that burns within me though…I-

“You know I can read your thoughts, right?” Zim says with food in Jason’s mouth.  He finishes devouring the last bite of burger and then looks me right in the eyes, projecting his thoughts into my mind as he assures me that no child should be an orphaned, abused, victim of the system, that desires are nothing to be ashamed of, and that Jason will be more than happy because he won’t know any better.  Then he leans in so close I can feel Jason’s hot breath on my neck as he says, “besides, a little queer like you can’t resist having a sexy Daddy to fill your tight boycunt at night.”  Zim uses Jason’s tongue to slowly lick the side of my neck, making me yelp as powerful desire surges through my body.  As much as I hated Jason in his previous life, I can’t help but get hard.

“See, I knew you were a queer,” I hear Jason’s voice say as he grabs my package through the fabric of my shorts.  “This is for me, isn’t it?” He presses on as he begins squeezing and rubbing me.  I’m groaning, trying to keep some form of compsure.  Luckily, before I start leaking precum he stops and points out a lone Daddy candidate, a super buff and strong looking walking hulk of manly sex appeal.

There are some people around him, but within a minute or two they all disperse, leaving this sexy stud all by himself…with no witnesses.

“He’s not too young?” Zim asks.

“Maybe.  But my ideal Daddy is more about attitude than age.  And he has to smell like a Daddy.”

“Well let’s test him out!” Zim says as he stands Jason up and gives me a directive nod as he starts walking over.

About 12 feet away he stops and grabs my hand.

“Okay I’m about to slip out of Jason.  He’ll be a little disoriented, but he’ll be pliable.  Just feed him suggestions and he’ll absorb them as his own thoughts and motivations.  Ready, you little cunt?”

“Yessssss,” I gleefully respond.

“unnnnnnnnnnggggggg,” Jason’s body moans and quivers with pleasure as Zim rearranges and travels through him, popping out of his mouth and onto my fingertips as Jason is left in a momentary daze, finally giving me the chance to see my small humanoid alien friend for the first time.

Jason leans in real close and whispers, “Don’t worry- I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve and I think this one will work best for this plan.  I can remotely control up to two bodies when I’m outside a vessel.”

I’m amazed by the computational capacity of Zim’s mind that he is able to simultaneously see, think, and act for himself and Jason, but without a hitch he makes Jason go over and distract this hunk long enough for me to drop the green Zim in that bowl of salad.

“So yeah, that’s my routine for shoulders and pecs.  Hope that helps,” the hot stranger says to Jason as he absentmindedly prepares another bite of salad.

“Bet it’s a lot of hard work to maintain a body like that.”

“Yeah.  It’s tough, but the rewards are worth it. Trust me.  Once you get your dream body, the world is so much more fun.”

“Can’t wait to find out.” Jason says as this stranger pulls the fork into his mouth, ignorant of the fact that Zim had hopped on board.  

Before the hunk can take a single bite, Zim zips down his throat, making the man grab at his throat and groan out in a panic.  Jason grabs onto the man and starts what appears to be a Heimlich maneuver, but he’s actually just subduing the man as Zim’s physical form travels up the man’s brain stem, making him convulse and twitch and panic even more desperately.

I’m getting so aroused as I watch this hunk of a man be converted to a vessel and slave.  His eyes just rolled to the back of his head and Jason lets his slumbering form sink into his seat as Zim absorbs this man’s essence and consumes the part of his brain responsible for free will.  

“When can we try him out?” I asked eagerly.

“Patience is a virtue.” Jason responds.  “Don’t worry though.  Only takes a minute or two.  Say, you really are a queer whore for Daddy cock.”

I’m sweating.

“Maybe one day, when you trust me more…”

Shit, I’m starting to get hard again.

“You’ll let me slide this thick cock inside your tight boycunt.  You know you want it, you fag.  My Daddy seed filling you up will make a fag like you feel whole and complete,” Jason whispers seductively as he leans in and twists one of my nipples just a little too rough, making me yelp in pleasure and pain.  “God damn, you really are a fucking queer.”

“C-c-can I-I-I-”

“God damnit, just spit it out!”

“Can I smell your pits later?”

“Like I give a shit.  Long as you agree to suck my cock some, like a good fag.”

I just nod my head as Jason’s cruel and straight guy personality fulfills my darkest sexual kinks.

“Whoah!  Rick!  You okay?!” Two of this stranger’s gym bros holler as they come over just a moment before Zim finishes absorbing the last of Rick’s mind, assuming full control as he leans back and slips into character.

“Yeah, bros!  Just needed to rest my head for a sec.  Not everyone can handle the workout I just destroyed,” Rick says with Zim in full control.

Jason and I wait a few meters out as Zim satisfies these bros with a little more conversation to put them at ease before he struts over to our table, oozing confidence and vascular sex appeal.

“Jason, go home.  Live your life as usual until called upon,” Zim says with a tone as sharp as a scalpel.

“Yes, Zim.”

“Actually, call me Rick whenever I’m in this vessel,” Rick says with a grin as he lifts his arm and begins sniffing all that musky and manly sweat leftover from that workout.

“Yes, Rick,” Jason says before his facial expression returns to its usually serious and mean look as he walks back to his car.

Meanwhile, Rick has really been going at it, getting lost in his own euphoria as he begins rubbing his hands all over his body, moaning as he feels the ripples of his own muscle definition.

*Ding Ding Ding*

Rick looks and answers his phone.

“Hey Baby.  Yeah.  Yeah.  Hey listen, I’m a little swamped with projects from the office.  Won’t be able to see you for a few days.  Oh don’t you worry.  I’ll make it up to you,” Rick says with so much seduction wrapped around that last line that my cock starts getting rock hard for the billionth time today.

*Click*

“This vessel has a very sexually active partner-”

“Come on, Zim.  You want us to call you Rick when you’re inside him.  What would Rick say?  You’re sounding all hyper intelligent alien again.”

He doesn’t say another word.  Rick just changes his facial expression from that curious and satisfied grin to one of cockiness and pride.

“Got a bitch with a real hungry cunt waiting on me.”

Oh God.

“She’s a good gal, but man that pussy between her legs drives me wild.”

Shit.  He’s leaning in closer.

“Milks all the juices straight out of me.  My girl doesn’t like to fuck clean.  Likes a little…riiiisssskkkk,” he whispers into my ear as he’s so close to me I can feel his scruff gliding and scratching along my face, sending what feels like currents of electricity coursing down my spine.  

“I know I’d have a great time with that tight cunt, but something tells me your boycunt wants my meat even more,” Rick says with dominance as he reaches his strong hands down to my crotch and cups me in his large and strong grip, making me gasp as I dart my eyes around to make sure no one is watching.

“Rick!  What if someone-”

“Shut up, slut!  Let Daddy decide when it’s time to find somewhere more private.  Besides, you haven’t even asked to smell me yet.”

Fuck me I’m so hard right now as Rick keeps massaging my balls and caressing my precum leaking cock through my shorts.  This is so embarrassing, I mean for fuck sake what if someone sees me?!  But I can’t deny…how much I’ve always wanted this to happen.

“Rick!” I hiss with elation, “Daddy!  Please can I smell your manly pits.  Can your boy take in your sweaty masculine odor.  Pleeeeeease.”  I begin cautiously reaching to touch him when Rick firmly grabs both of my hands and brings them to his strong pecs.  

“Squeeze that muscle you little boycunt.  Feel Daddy’s muscle,” Rick grunts.

I begin caressing his strong chest through his tight shirt, making him grunt with satisfaction as I find his sensitive nipples and begin circling them with my thumbs while I cup and squeeze his massive pecs in my hands.

“Car!  Now!  I can tell how much you want it, whore.  Ahhh fuckkkk yeah my nips are sensitive.”

I’m surprised in the best way as Rick immediately stands up, grabs the front of my shirt in his tight fist, and literally drags me behind him as I struggle to walk in line with his quick pace.  Before I can even express concern though, he growls, “I don’t give a fuck who sees.  I want the whole world to know I own you.”

“Ohhhhh thank you, Daddy,” I moan as the kinkiness makes me shiver and leak so much precum I can feel it dripping down my thigh.

“Holy Shit!  That’s your car?!” I ask with giddy excitement.

“You should see the one I have back home.  This is my day car.  I don’t care if this one gets a little…messy.  And don’t forget we’re just test driving!  Gonna have way more adventures before we find your permanent Daddy.  But for now get your queer whore mouth over here and suck on these pits!” Rick says as he pulls his shirt off, revealing the sculpted muscle mass and ridges of his pecs and abs.  

We’re finally in the safety and privacy of Rick’s ride as I feel all of my desires burst to the surface.  My mouth finds itself latched onto Rick’s sweaty pits like a vacuum cleaner as I take all that musky hair in my mouth, sucking all his grimy odors and licking him clean.

“Yeahhhh, really get in there.  Use that tongue, cunt.  Lick me.  Taste me!  Clean your Daddy!” Rick howls as he grabs the back of my head and presses me hard over his pit, locking m in place and making it impossible to breathe anything else but his manly filth.  I grab at his arms, overwhelmed and needing a break for fresh air, but he keeps me firmly locked onto his musky pit until I feel like I’m seeing stars.  Finally, he pulls my head off him, chuckling as I gasp for breath.

“Don’t even say a word.  Your little boy cock speaks louder than words,” Rick says as he darts his eyes on the dark damp patch on the front of my shorts.  Shit, my body is so overwhelmed by desire.  I hope I have enough juice left to actually blow a load because this flow of precum is insane.

“You know, Jim.  I don’t know if this body is proper Daddy material.  I think you deserve someone a little hairier and…sloppier.  But Rick will still make a good slave,” I hear my extraterrestrial friend say with Rick’s thick and velvety baritone before kicking his car into high gear and speeding off.

We’re cruising along and jamming out to Rick’s tunes as I hungrily lick and suck on Rick’s upper body, enjoying his reaction when I latch onto one of those dark and hard nipples, making him twitch a little until I get brave enough to reach down and rub his firm meat through the soft fabric of his exercise shorts.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh SHIT!” Rick starts shouting as he cringes from head to toe, grinding his teeth and arching his back, fingers gripping the steering wheel so tight they go white.

“What’s Wrong?!”

“SOMETHING WEIRD I- UNNNNGGGG FUCK!  THINK I JUST FINISHED PROCESSING RICK’S SEX DRIVE I-AHHHHHHH MY SHIT UNNNNGGGGGG- CAN’T TAKE THIS HORNINESS MAN!  GOTTA TAKE A BREAK!” Rick yells as I see my tiny green friend emerge from his ear and plop onto Rick’s shoulder as Rick’s body convulses briefly and I feel Rick’s hard meat start vibrating and pumping as a flood of warm cum fills his shorts.  Gosh, for some reason I kept my hand tightly gripping Rick’s meat, but ohhhh I’m so glad I did.  And lucky we were at a long red light!

Rick’s entire body shudders before relaxing in time for the green light.

“Sometimes that just happens.  I can’t process a stud like Rick’s sex drive all at once, so it will just crash down like a wave later.  Thought you’d enjoy it,” Rick says with a wink.

I forgot about Zim’s neat trick.  He’s sitting on Rick’s sculpted shoulders, but he can still see, feel, and control Rick from a first person perspective in his mind.  Sort of like some hybridization of telepathy, mind control, and possession. I do have one unanswered question though: “Did you just cum?”

“Well Some guys will spontaneously cum when I enter or exit…And Rick was already aroused anyway…I had to get out because I can still control him from the exterior, but the sensory overload from earlier was dampened to manageable levels.  Don’t worry, though.  That one didn’t count.  So many more loads in these big nuts ready to be churned into your whore mouth.”

Zim’s physical form is getting a little weak, so I watch in awe as he seamlessly turns Rick’s head and opens his mouth as Zim reaches in and scoops out some of the salad Rick had been eating earlier.

“Thought I’d save some for the road,” Rick remarks as Zim hungrily devours the moist lettuce leaf shreds.  

“Fuck I’m hot!” Rick exclaims as he flexes a bicep and smirks.  Meanwhile, I’m trying to build up the courage to grab that cock…skin on skin this time.  And with Rick’s powerful persona I’m afraid he’ll beat the shit out of me if I don’t ask for permission.

“…Can I?” I ask meekly as I slowly reach my hand for his crotch.

“Better get to work you fag.  Better be as good or better than my girl!”

Rick keeps cruising as I pull his moist shorts down, surprised when that cum soaked cock springs back up harder than ever.

“Yeah you cunt, use my old jizz as lube.  Pump my slick man cock.  You know you want to.”

He lifts his ass up to let me pull his shorts and compression shorts down past his knees.

“Can’t resist this meat, huh?”

I don’t respond.  I just lean down and close my eyes as I smell that beautiful 8 inch work of thick sexual art.  The smell of his natural manly odors mixed with the musky sweat from his workout earlier and his fresh and warm cum is scent nirvana.  I lean down even more and see a little puddle of cum resting undisturbed on top of Rick’s trimmed bush.  Looking up, Rick gives me a subtle wink, reminding me that Zim is still in control and emboldening me enough to move my mouth over that spot of cum and close my lips around it, moaning as the salty cream ignited my taste buds and left me wanting more!  I nibbled on Rick’s pubes, making him grunt a little from pain as I hungrily yanked and tried to find more delicious cum!

I know what I have to do to get more!  Leaning back up I sniff my way up Rick’s shaft, licking up as much old cum as I can before I start poking his piss slit with my tongue.  I start swirling my tongue around that thick cock head, closing my mouth around it and literally trying to suck out any juices that are still trapped deeper up in his piss slit.

“ohhhhhhhhh Jim  FUCK you really are a hungry little cunt!  You wanna swallow this meat?”

I don’t answer.  I just part my jaws and begin gliding him deeper inside me, feeling that shaft go smoothly into my mouth until he’s gliding down my throat and I feel my nose nestled firmly against those musky pubes.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh YEAH JIM!” Rick growls as he grabs my head with his free hand and shoves me forcefully down onto his meat, shoving me up and down his cock so hard and fast that I gag as his cock spears its way down my unprepared throat.  FUCK this kinda hurts, but I love Rick’s strength as he let’s me know he’ll use me however he wants.  When he shoves me down onto his cock I couldn’t lift off even if I tried- his strong grip is impenetrably tight around the back of my neck and head.

I want to show how enthusiastic I can be.  That even when I’m being used to capacity I can still give back.  Catching Rick off guard I begin tightening my throat with his cock still inside me, squeezing his dick and igniting every nerve ending in his meat as his spit and cum lubed dick glides through the tightened opening I’ve made.

“OHMYFUCKKKK!!!!  UNNngGGGGGG I’m too fucking strong for you- OH SHIT SO GOOOOOD!   YEAH TAKE IT!!!” Rick roars as he thrusts his strong hips against my face, forcing his meat even harder and faster down my throat.

“You son of a!!!!!  UNNNNNGGGGGGG I need to be back in there!  BACK IN THE BODY!!!!!!” Rick screams as he releases my head and uses the free hand to grab and massage his pecs, face scrunching up as he keeps thrusting into my face- without his strong grip to guide me I start thrusting my own throat down onto his thrusting cock, making his abs and thighs contract and pop with unprecedented vascularity as Zim’s physical form desperately crawls back into Rick’s open mouth!

Right as Zim resumes full sensory control of Rick, it starts!  His hips spasm so powerfully he’s lifted off his seat as his back arches and the veins on his neck look like they could burst from the pressure.

“FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK YEEEAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Rick roars as the full sensory overload crashes over him like a tidal wave as he pumps uncontrollably and recklessly down my throat, filling me with his warm juices.  Load after load of endless delicious cum pouring into me!  There’s so much I can’t swallow it all and it starts building up in my mouth, making Rick’s cock so unbelievably slick as he winces and yelps one last time, thrusting one last load into the puddle I’m struggling to contain in my mouth!  I slowly withdraw, making Rick cringe from the pleasure as he feels the suction of my mouth glide all the way up to his cock head before releasing with a POP.  As his meat slaps onto his lower abs he moans out as one last shot of cum dribbles out pools in his belly button.

Rick’s face shows the change in his mood as the roaring, almost animal-like dominance relaxes until it’s more like subdued dominance, finally becoming a sneer.

“You hungry whore.  We’re definitely keeping this vessel.  I like him,” Rick says with bone chilling coolness.  “Now get up here and fucking kiss me.  Let me taste him.”

I reach over Rick’s handsome and chiseled face, hiding the pool of cum I’ve stored in my mouth, ready to give him a pleasant surprise.  Leaning in, Rick grabs me and yanks my lips onto his, forcing his tongue into my mouth and sucking forcefully.  His eyes shoot wide open as he begins sucking on my mouth more and more ravenously, pulling me tighter onto him and swirling his tongue into my mouth as if to extract every drop of his own juices form my mouth.  I feel and hear him moaning in gluttoned satisfaction into my mouth, the deep and velvety baritone making my entire mouth and chest cavity vibrate from the depth of his powerful voice.

Rick parks the car before Zim’s true form wiggles out of his ear and I hear Rick tell me to scoop the cum in his bellybutton into my hands.  After getting that last lump of juices safely in my palms, Zim divebombs onto that puddle, rolling for joy as he devours the cum directly in his true form. My little friend vibrates with the joy and energy it gives him as he absorbs Rick’s seed.  Telepathically he tells me that cum is his favorite form of vitality and sustenance, that in all the galaxy there is no equal food source.  Getting greedy I lean back down to lick more cum off Rick’s somehow still hard cock, but before my lips can make contact I feel Rick’s strong arms push me back against my seat, locking me down as I witness Zim hop onto Rick and crawl up to his piss slit, sucking powerfully whilst Rick moans and squirms.  Fuck, I wonder what that’s like- feeling the pleasure in Rick’s body as he sucks the cum out of Rick’s meat…

Zim reads my mind and gives me the next best thing as he yanks off Rick’s soiled  underwear from around his ankles and a sweaty sock, tossing them both in my face before Rick’s hands go into position behind his head, elbows splayed out as he closes his eyes and shivers, surges of pleasure shooting up his chest and down his thighs as Zim finishes his meal.

Finally slowing down to a halt, Zim climbs back up to Rick’s mouth and slides back up to the brain.

“Oh yesssssss that was nice.  Rick will be an invaluable source of energy.  Next load is mine too.  You already had your fill.  Huff that sweaty sock and lick all the cum off those shorts.  You earned that much, cunt.  Really made this cock feel good.  I have one more surprise for you though.”

I wait in anticipation as Rick remains still and speechless, getting slightly redder but otherwise not doing anything.  Then I feel my own precum dripping again as Rick’s body starts dripping sweat as if he were in the middle of a power set at the gym.  Our car suck already had him glistening, but this is just ridiculous!  His neatly done hair is dripping musky fluid like a leaky faucet and the sweat that’s dripping down his face and beard!  There’s even some dripping down off his nipples and splashing onto his rock hard and soaked abs.  

“I control ALL of Rick’s systems when I’m inside him.  Thought you’d like this one,” Rick says with a wink as I lunge at him, licking the sweat dripping down his thighs as I suck the musky sweat off his soaking wet bush and work my way up his god-like core and chest, savoring the saltiness and feeling overwhelmed by the stench filling his car.  Zim relaxed the sweat flow, afraid of overly dehydrating Rick’s body right as I finished cleaning the sweat off his beard, swirling my tongue around that scruff and eventually finding my way back onto his mouth as he breaks character and pulls me in gently for a tender kiss, gripping me just tight enough with Rick’s strong arms to make me feel secure as we really get into our kiss, his scruff tickling my lips and neck.

“You know you were such a boycunt…I think you deserve a reward,” he says with a wink as he begins reaching his manly hands into my shorts, grabbing a hold of my throbbing boy cock as I gasp and shudder, almost convulsing as he begins forcefully pumping me with those ridiculously strong hands.

TBC

[zachghost770]

The Adventures of Jim and Zim…1

(NOT MY STORY. STORY IS ORIGNALLY FROM VCHRIS1989.TUMBLR.COM WHICH DEACTIVATED YEARS AGO. REPOSTED FOR RECORD KEEPING PURPOSES)

Life hasn’t been easy these last couple of years.  My name is Jim, and I’m an eighteen year-old victim of the foster-care system.  Home to home, legal guardians exploiting me for the cash provided by the state.  Neglect, bare minimum necessities provided, and occasional abuse are simply stitched into the fabric of my life.  Being gay hasn’t exactly made this any easier.  I came out to my most recent foster family and they kicked me out- pretty sure they’re gonna collect a couple more checks and then say I ran away or some shit.  Lucky for me I’ve been crashing and showering at my friend Sarah’s house.  I don’t want to intrude too much on her kindness though, so the other nights I try to find any shelter or dry spot that’s close enough to the high school that I can walk there in time for class.  That’s the bare-boned stripped down version of my story, but I don’t get too severely depressed because I still have one thing going for me; I’m smart.  Now, I know my occasionally relaxed grammar might suggest otherwise, but my test scores are at the front of the pack.  The school was nice enough to pay for my SAT- it’s the beginning of junior year and I got a 2340 without any studying or prep.  I get some shit about being a nerd and not working out and being strong, but I don’t have time for that.  I have to make sure I can get a full ride to college because that will be the only way I can ever escape this life.  It would be easier if I had a Dad to help me through this.  I never met either of my parents since they died when I was too young to remember much, but sometimes I yearn for just a chance to meet my Dad.  I obviously still wish I had a mom, but the absence of a father in my life is what has had the most long-lasting impact on me and my psyche.  I hate to admit this, but I think this yearning has mixed in with my budding sexuality, making me crave a strong, hairy, and masculine daddy to hold me close at night and protect me from the evils of the world.  But I digress…

Sometimes I get kind of lost in my thoughts while walking through the park at night.  I know that sounds kind of dangerous, but trust me; in this town the most exciting criminal activity is a neighbor playing music too loud.  And it’s really quiet here and it’s about the only time I have to just think and not stress about shit I can’t control.  Some Friday night, huh?  Most of my peers are out getting trashed and living it up, but I already have all my homework for Monday and Tuesday done, having worked all night long just to have the rest of my weekend to coast and go with the flow.  The local shelter is 24/7 and never at full occupancy, so I can come and go whenever I want to.  And Sarah is kindly washing all the clothes I own- which don’t even fill a single load of her washing machine, but hey- they’ll be clean.   Nights like these when I’m strolling through the park by myself, surrounded by darkness, I wonder why I don’t feel worse about my life.  Sometimes I legitimately ask myself why I don’t feel an urge to jump into the chilly lake and let the murky water flood inside my lungs and just end it all.  I guess it’s because I just have this funny feeling.  Whenever I feel surrounded by dark, I can’t help but look up at the stars and all their splendor and just know that something better is right around the corner.  In fact, I’m not convinced that that bright celestial body is even a star.  It seems to be getting closer…and it’s BURNING!!!!   SHIT! I duck as quickly as I can as the burning mass flies overhead, ripping right through the tops of the trees above me before crashing about a quarter of a mile North.  There might be some give or take, but based on its trajectory when it cut through the tree line I’d say that’s a safe bet.  I crawl back up to my feet, watching the glowing cinders of falling leaves forming a trail for me to follow as I knowingly walk towards what could be adventure, doom, or both.   The walk seems to take forever, but I know it’s not because I miscalculated; it’s more because the excitement is literally killing me as I freeze and stare at what appears to be a smoldering orb of spherically constructed metal.  Well it’s almost spherical…there’s a hole or a released latch or something.  Was someone riding this thing?  How could they?  That hole is like the size of a ping pong ball.  You’d have to be a freaking gerbil or have the stretchiness of Mr. Fantastic to get through- “UUNNNNNNGGGGGOOOOOOMMMMMFFFFFFAAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!!!””” I scream as something small and agile flies into my mouth and begins intensely crawling down my throat, making it impossible to vocalize and scream for help.  I try with all my might to push back and pull it out, but my desperate grip just slides off of its slick surface before it slides all the way down my throat, too far gone for me to reach.  I feel it spreading through me, moving underneath my skin and entering every limb.  I fall onto my back, shaking and squirming as this foreign entity latches onto my brainstem and begins breathing for me.  Everything goes dark as the creature continues crawling, making me feel like electricity is coursing through every fiber of my nervous system as it prepares to enter my brain….

What the…Where the fuck am I?  What happened to that orb?  And the fucking monster!  I grab at my throat and mouth, rubbing over my body, poking and prodding to see if I can detect an invader inside me.  Nothing.  Maybe it was just a dream?  But that doesn’t explain how I got…Oh shit!  This is my room I had at my most recent foster parents’ house.   I gather myself, getting onto my slightly unsteady feet.  Holy Shit, my head hurts.  Whatever, I just need to find out what the fuck is going on.  I mean for the love of-

“Good morning, Sport!” my asshole foster dad says with unusual cheer.  God damn, I never noticed how sexy he was.  That scruffy look works so well for him.  And that nice and toned body, with all that sexy daddy hair sprinkled across his abs and chest…Wait why the fuck is he just chilling in boxers.  And why is he being so chill?

“Jason, what the fuck is going on?!” I ask with potential concern for my own safety.  

“I’m not the one you call Jason,” He responds, standing up and walking towards me.  

“Jason, I don’t know how I got here, but I promise I didn’t come back on purpose!  Is Mary here too?  Please don’t tell her about this!  Just let me grab my pants and I’ll be out for good,” I plead, remembering Mary telling me I would die if I ever set foot in their house again.  

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about this vessel’s mate, Mary.  She was…incompatible.”

“Jason, what the fuck are you talking about?!  Incompatible?  Vessel?!” I yell as I grab my head and try to remember last night.

“That’s it.  Think.  You’re different than most.  Keep pushing.”

That’s exactly what I do as I navigate the corridors of my mind, unlocking what would be buried memories for most, vividly reliving the experience of being entered by a mysterious miniature alien-like creature.  I think harder and harder until I remember the exact moment I lost control- in that moment I heard a voice telling me everything would be okay…

“And I meant it,” Jason, or whatever is inside Jason, responds.  

“How did you-“

“You’re a special one, Jim, and we’re connected now in more ways than you know.  I just planned on piloting you until I could find a more suitable vessel, but when I saw all the pain and loneliness of your life I felt…I can’t even describe it.  The abuse.  The deaths.  The absence of a father…The yearning for the gentle touch and romantic love of someone you can call Daddy…I felt it all.  But I also felt your potential- your intellect.  I brought you back to this place, and the one called Mary tried to confront me.  I entered her body, but she was of an incompatible gender so her body evaporated.  This one called Jason arrived as she finished disappearing, giving me the chance to enter him.  Then, I tucked you in and waited for you to wake up so I could tell you all this.  With me as your Daddy, we could have it all.  I could have my vessel- a strong body to let me enjoy the fruits and delights of this world.  And you could have your Daddy- someone strong and tough, a real man who can nurture you…who can fill you with his warm sexual fluids and make you feel complete…” This creature says before walking up towards me.  I don’t flinch or recoil though.  I know he is telling the truth.  

“What should I call you?” I ask as he leans down and begins unzipping my pants.  

“Call me Zim,” he says before opening Jason’s mouth and slowly swallowing my hard cock, making me gasp in surprise as he makes my whole body vibrate with pleasure, using Jason’s tongue to wiggle and slide that warm wet organ all over my cockhead, taking me deep as I feel my shaft glide along his wild tongue and my cockhead begins gliding down his throat.  

“Ohhhhhh my- Zim you- OH!!!!!  Wait- please wait- stop!” I gasp as I pull out of Jason’s mouth, making Zim look up at me with concern in Jason’s eyes.  

“Did I displease you?  I thought this was a fantasy of yours?”

“No, Zim you are right.  I fantasized about Jason loving me many times, but with you here and inside him…I just can’t forget all that he put me through.  And if you’re going to be my Daddy, well it just can’t be him.  I can’t unknow what he put me through…”

“Don’t worry, Jim,” Zim says caringly as he gently caresses my cheek.  “I completely understand.  We’ll go find a body that you can call Daddy.”

“But what’ll happen to Jason when you leave him?”

“Oh don’t you worry about that.  I’ve already reprogramed his brain.  Whenever I’m not inside him he will be malleable and easy to manipulate, almost completely his old self; but I devoured the part of his brain that controls free will.  He’s a fully independent human being, but he’s just not ALL there if you know what I mean.”

“You didn’t…”

“Oh no, Jim!  I left every brain cell of yours exactly the way it was when I got there.  I want you to enjoy this and to be yourself.”

“Phew…Then I guess we should-“ “Head to the mall,” Zim interrupts me with Jason’s sexy voice.  Jason winks at me and for just a split second I swear I can see a little twinkle in his eyes, as if my extraterrestrial friend was winking too.  

TBC

[vindictivenerdcels]

"Cmon, bitch. Get lost in it. Sniff it. This is what you like, right? Sniffing your own brother's stench, getting lost in my musk like a fucking faggot! Fuck, you are such a disappointment, I thought all the muscle and all those talks about chicks were real. Turns out it was all just a cover for your pathetic faggot self,"

"W---wait, Brad....I--I can exp---"

"That hard cock and my fucking underwear on your hand is enough explanation of what you are, fag! Goddammit, this is so disappointing. Such a fine bod like that wasted on a fucking wuss, there must be a lot of other folks more deserving to be in control of such physique,"

"Wait.....what?"

"I rather have a bro that fuck chicks with me rather than worship me, but I guess I can only work with what I have, so go on here and start sniffing, fag!"

As he forcefully grabbed my head with his calloused mitt and shoved me right then and there to his wet, musky pit, I found the pits to be......soft....and hairless. I snapped awake from my sleep with my hand pressing on my crown pillow as if suffocating myself and raging hard-on visibly shown alongside the beads of sweat trickled down all over my body. I'm drenched, horny and I just had yet another wild dream involving people close to me figuring out about my actual......interest.

As I arrived back to my house, I decided to quickly whip some light breakfast so I can chug my antibiotics. I found Brad eating his post-workout snack at the dining table while busily scrolling his phone. As usual, he acknowledged me, but that's it, no small talk, no warmth, just regular Brad being his regular self

I decided to clear my head by walking and jogging around the neighborhood. This damn fever really bound me in my bed for the past few days and despite the meds from my regular doctor, this one is a heck of a fever. I feel better today though, and there's just something liberating and relaxing for me when it comes to running, and I usually feel so much better and clear-headed after a run.

But, despite reaching the 4 miles run I usually covered when I'm in my best form, I just cannot brush off all the stupid dreams I have in the past few days. It's always the same, with just the character and the setting swapped according to the main arc, but generally it has this similar veins. It all involves any dudes I know, all cornering me in whatever settings about my sexuality, and they forced me to do something to ensure that I'm not gay, which I obviously always failed and then right before getting trampled or shoved or told to worship, I woke up drenched in sweat and realized that it was all a dream. I never experienced such detailed, homoerotic dreams before this bout of fever, and I sure as hell don't have any plan to talk about this to anyone. I just hope I can get better soon and maybe I will no longer have that kind of silly dreams again

I joined him at the table and devoured my breakfast quickly so I can get through my meds and rest a bit more. Dr. Filmore gave me 7 pills and this will be the last one alongside the 2 other pills he prescribed. I've been thinking about dressing up for tonight's Halloween party if I got better, but even until today, I still feel light-headed so maybe I will just stick around here for tonight. After chugging the pills and washing the dishes, I sit back to the table and realized that Brad also finished with his snack already so I asked Brad

"Do you want me to wash your dishes too, Brad?"

"I want you to sniff my sole and worship it, bro,"

My eyes definitely went wide in surprise or something, because Brad doubled down and then put another foot of his on top of the table, causing the musk of his fresh-from-workout pair to hit my nose even more.

While I panted for my breath trying to recover, my brother walked past my room.....in the same tanktop I saw him in my dream.......now that's fucked up. As he glanced at me while walking by, I feel like I'm a deer in front of a headlight, too tense to move yet too quiet for my own liking, so I mustered up the courage to furtively said hi to him while calmed myself down, which he replied casually as he walked to his room. Damn.....that was clearly not awkward at all, I thought to myself sheepishly. And to make it even more awkward, my mind seemingly plotted against me as a little part of my brain ached for that dream to be real, that my observant yet emotionally distant brother shown some sort of interest or attention to me more than just his little glance, casual nods or fleeting remarks.

"C'mon bro, open up that mouth and start worshipping. Your cock can't lie. Your vlazed eyes can't lie too. Swallow 'em all and let my musk controls you,"

This is crazy absurd to say the least. He was silent for half an hour and more, and suddenly now he shoved his feet right to my face? What on Earth is wrong here? Is this some kind of sick prank or something? Am I hallucinating or something? I tried to leave the table and just purely ignore the situation. If this is a dream, he will not follow me and instead weirdly appeared in front of my face or something. To my surprise, I feel a powerful tug from behind me and then seconds later, I found myself slammed to the floor by Brad

"Who told you that you can leave just like that, fag? Stay put,"

And he suddenly drooled this thick and disgusting glob of spit from his mouth, and I weirdly opened my mouth voluntarily to receive it

Suddenly, my whole mind spins. Foreign memories that I have no recollection about. Sensation of warmth that travelled down my body and reached all of its extremities. From the corner of my eye, I see a rather bright light appearing from the stairs that lead to the second floor. That bright light then float itself closer ro Brad and when that light engulfed Brad, he vanished and the bright light manifest itself into a form I'm not familiar with. It smiles......rather wickedly, before shoving its hand right into my mouth. Shock is an understatement, because I can definitely tell you I'm scared shitless on what's about to happen.

Yet the contact made by the light also allowed me to finally understand what's up here. Dr. Filmore lost his only son just recently and this medicine he gave me supposedly weakened my physical and mental state to a point where I wouldn't be able to withstand......an assault. He believed in occult and stuff, and he drugged me so his dead son, utilizing the energy emanated by the widely celebrated Halloween, can enter my body. Those weird dreams and their awkward lines about me undeserving of my physique, it was all his son trying to manipulate me. Everytime whoever person told me to sniff them or worship them that I always failed to withstand in my dream realm, that's all me allowing more and more of him planting his seed of influence over me. Including that disgusting spit, which is probably even more potent then all the abruptly-ended worshipping session I always snapped myself awake from. That's why, the moment he decided to pounce on, it becomes a very quick process where I'm on the verge of losing my body as more and more of his form slipped into me. I'm probably still on the table or in adjacent to it, Brad probably already left to his room or somewhere when I washed the dishes or something so he's actually no longer there and the dream started as soon as I chugged that pills.

As soon as the final part of his head slipped into me, I found myself trapped in a prison inside of my own mind as I can see that he opened my eyes and feeling all the living sensation once more through my body. I'm still in the dining table, yet as I suspected, Brad is nowhere to be seen, he probably left me on my own as soon as he noticed that I fell asleep. I heard myself giggling as I can hear Dr. Filmore's son thanked me for my body. He takes off my jacket and started rubbing my hand all over my body, feeling all my muscles and claimed it as his. Then, his hands grabbed my crotch but then he stopped right away as his eyes darted to the stash of pills prescribed to me by his father. Much to my horror as our connected memories allowed me to know what he's thinking about, he grabbed another pill that Dr. Filmore prescribed.

"One more and you'll be out for good, dude. Sorry not sorry,"

He doesn't just want to hijack my body. He wants me to be gone!

As he makes his way to the guest bathroom, I pleaded to him not to follow through with his plan. I cannot imagine myself living with no body whatsoever, and if I'm not wrong, that's practically similar to death. He brushed me aside and marched on regardless. As soon as he steps into the bathroom, he quickly propped his phone to record the whole thing.

He completely ignored me as he then stared right at the vanity and then chugged the pill in one go and swallowed it. Right at the moment, I feel like I'm getting sucked out from my brain and head on to a one-way traffic out from my body. I can hear his laughter, booming loud and filled with excitement as he hollered about my appendage that he just exposed before I sense the impending doom as I stream out from my body right from my cock into the toilet basin.

The final image of myself is my face smiling ear to ear while I spiraled into the darkness of the toilet basin alongside the rest of the water, flushed like I never mattered and merely a natural excess of one's body

---

"Morning dude, you look terrible,"

"Yeah, last night was wild tho. Are you good? You barely functional yesterday's morning. Look at you now,"

"Yeah, better than ever actually. Guess the party last night really fueled me, and the meds of course," he said with a smirk on his face, his mind wandered to the shenanigan he's up to last night with his bros and some friends, drinking and partying like crazy

"I feel like I can use some of that meds of yours. I feel like shit, you know? Do you still have it?"

"What about I drive you to Dr. Filmore instead, see what he can get you,"

"Oh yeah, that's a good idea. I can't be sick, I have stuff to do in the office on Monday,"

"I bet he has some fast-acting meds that can cure you in no time and makes you feel brand new," he said with a smirk, wondering what his dad can do to his older brother over here

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I was hella sick since Thursday so, there goes the belated Halloween tale. Hopefully it's decent enough, time for more rest so I can recover soon and write better stories for yall

[male-possessions]

As soon as Adam and Eric entered the apartment, Adam (the top of the couple) sighed with relief and rushed to the bathroom.

- Finally, I can pee. I've been holding it for an hour.

- Okay, babe. In the meantime, I'll unpack our luggage and look for a place to have lunch.

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A few minutes earlier, while wandering invisibly in his ghostly form, the ghost of an old gay man had smiled widely when he saw the couple arriving to stay in the third-floor apartment.

The ghost was captivated by Adam and knew that big body would soon be his. As they were unloading their luggage from the car, the ghost slipped into the third-floor apartment and hid in the bathroom, inside an old teapot left next to some small statues. There, he waited for the perfect moment to possess Adam's delicious body.

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While Adam relieved himself, the hidden ghost emerged from the teapot and thought, "This is my chance." Adam yawned, and as he did, the ghost slid into his open mouth. Adam gasped as his mouth and throat were suddenly filled with something invisible. His eyes widened, but he couldn’t speak or scream. His neck thickened briefly and returned to normal as the ghost entered his body, filling every inch of him.

Within seconds, Adam’s scared expression turned into a mischievous smile. The ghost of the old man had successfully possessed the 6'1 hunk.

- It feels so good to be alive again, my god. - the ghost said, admiring his new arms.

The new Adam pulled off his shirt, revealing an enviable, muscular body with a hairy chest.

- Damn, you're even better than I expected. What a treat. - said the old man inside Adam's body, impressed by his new deep voice.

- Did you say something, babe? - Eric said from the living room.

- Babe, how about we take a shower together first? I'm so fucking horny.

Eric grinned and replied, unaware it was no longer his boyfriend speaking to him:

- Hmm, I love when you're horny, babe. I'm coming!

The old man smirked and turned on the shower. He knew he’d be in this body for a long time. He grabbed his new 7-inch cock, already hard, ready to test out his new form and fill Eric with "love."

[male-possessions]

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It has been one year since Adam’s possession. The ghost of the old man who invaded Adam’s body that afternoon a year ago is still in full control. The “new” Adam is living the life of his dreams, and nothing will make him ever give it up.

He adapted very well to his new body and routine and is still dating Eric (who to this day has no idea a possession ever happened). The couple’s love and sex life is getting better each day, Eric completely in love with his boyfriend and Adam has grown fond and caring toward the boyfriend he gained by choosing this body.

The old man who now inhabits Adam’s body spent the last year letting his hair grow a little and getting even bigger, fulfilling his dream of being a top muscular bull (something he never achieved in his past life, since his genetics only allowed him to be extremely thin and bald).

Now, they’re on vacation, traveling to the same city where the possession happened a year ago. Adam drives down the highway while Eric looks at him, admiring the gorgeous boyfriend he has.

“I really love you,” Eric says.

“I love you too, babe. This life with you is the best possible,” Adam replies. “It’s really hot, isn’t it? I need to take my shirt off,” he adds.

Adam takes off his sweaty shirt and hands it to Eric, who smells it and begins to feel horny. “Fuck, how can his whole body be a muscular perfection”, Eric thinks and enjoy imagining licking his boyfriend’s pecs. He knows that tonight they’ll be fucking, and he knows damn well that he’ll be riding that muscular bull.

[fullfriendnerdclutch]

Evil Eye

Diego Castillo Garcia can be recognized from two things. One is his obviously hairy built, two is for his ornated, gold, evil-eye amulet that he always wear everywhere. He'd picked it up years ago on a trip to Istanbul, from a grizzled vendor who muttered something about "protection from the envious" in broken English. Diego, ever the confident gym rat that grew up in an Americanized Spanish-speaking household in Miami laughed it off as mere childhood myth, but he still bought it anyway. The amulet looked captivating against his hairy, sun-kissed chest and the weight of it slapping against his pecs during deadlifts felt oddly grounding. He never took it off. Not in the shower, not during sleep, not even when he was shirtless and flexing in the mirror for his latest Instagram post.

"El Papi needs his shine," he'd caption one of his latest IG post, the amulet glinting right between his nipples as he smirked at the camera.

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There's nothing particularly different about today, at least in the beginning. Diego woke up feeling refreshed and according to his schedule, time for him to hit his chest day so he packed his bag and just headed straight to the gym. After a few chit-chat with the morning gymgoers he knew, he just hit his rep hard. Then, seeing that he's practically free for the rest of the day, he decided to just head home right away where his need for a great shower trumped over by the comfort of scrolling through Tiktok and seeing his past stats or new comments on the couch. As he drifted off to sleep, the evil eye staring blankly upward as his breathing slowed, it rested warm against his skin.

He failed to notice the shift at first

It started as a dream, or at least, that's what he told himself later. In it, Diego was still on the couch, but the room felt... off. The plants were too green, the light too dim. And there was someone standing at the foot of the couch, if that's something can be considered as a human despite it being not. It was a shadow wearing his own face, but older, hungrier, eyes glowing the same unnatural blue as the amulet center. The shadow reached out, fingers brushing the chain. Diego tried to sit up, but his body wouldn't move. The shadow smiled with his teeth.

"You've been wearing me for years," it whispered in a voice that sounded like Diego's but layered with something ancient and dry, like wind over ruins. Diego just stammered, unable to reply with coherent words and merely babbled

"You think I'm protection? I am the eye that never blinks. And eyes...collect."

Diego's real body twitched on the couch. His hand drifted up unconsciously, fingers curling around the pendant. The metal felt hotter than it should. As he snapped awake from the nightmare, it's already dark outside. His phone buzzed with notifications typical of an influencer. Likes, comments, the usual thirst traps doing their job, but he clearly has no recollection of posting this latest post, which IG informed that it was posted 4 hours ago.

As his screensaver turned pitch black as he tried to piece things out, his reflection in the black screen looked... different. The same thick beard, the same hairy chest, the same gold chain, yet the eyes staring back looked odd. They are sharper, hungrier. Or well.....he skipped lunch today so maybe he is indeed hungry?? The sleep that should've recharged him actually put a dent on an otherwise decent day. But, he just simply shake the feeling off and quickly jump to the shower, the sweat has been marinating his body for quite some time so he got this distinct, potent, musk in him that can only be scrubbed off with a good, long, warm shower.

After a great shower session and dinner, he hit the bed surprisingly quite early and the day ended with no more weird incident. Diego wakes up the following day with the same enthusiasm and spirit. It's going to be leg day today, and he is actually super pumped to just hit the gym right away. As he hopped onto his car, he decided to take a selfie of his wardrobe and muscular posture as he posed while flexing his biceps, shirtless, and seatbelt strapped across his hairy chest, the amulet dangling effortlessly in between his pecs. He posted the selfie with a casual caption "Flex Saturday" and the likes and comments started to roll in.

But, there's a sense of detachment he feels about the post. Yes he took the selfie just right before this. Yes he posed for it and came up with the caption, yet it also feels foreign and distant, like it's not purely him deciding on those things. Is this even leg day? When his hand suddenly hovered to a particular DM from a guy he dismissed as an insistent perv, that's when his eyes turned wide.

He found himself typing messages he hadn't meant to send. Then, his fingers opened another DM, it's flirty from guys he'd never noticed before but the compliment he uttered through the chat bloomed something in him. Happy. Pride. Entitlement.....the euphoria hit his system in ways that he can't explain and he carried that vain rush into his workout that feels effortless as he's hitting PRs left and right, as if his body unlocked reserves it never knows it has. He noticed that strangers stared longer in the gym at him. Some looked away quickly, uneasy, some others just lingered and seemingly enchanted at him. At his eyes. At his hairy pecs. At his thick quads currently pushed to its limit and also straining his workout shorts.

It doesn't sink in yet for Diego, but he's been on autopilot ever since he opened that DM in the morning. The entity inside the amulet chipped away Diego from fully controlling his own body and the entity used its momentary control to amplify. Every envious glance Diego shrugged off, every jealous stare at his gains, his looks, his confidence, all of them fueled the entity as it absorbs them in. It is practically using his body as a vessel to feed. To strut. To dominate the feed. To collect more envy, more attention, more power. And Diego, and his bodily system, failed to compute that another being is at times temporarily in control of his physique and make him do things that he might not necessarily accustomed to do. Leaving his dirty laundry not in the laundry bin. Talked over on meeting and flirt with his female co-worker. Groaning with his reps and being generally loud during workout. Dancing (and grinding) in the nightclub. Skipping his Sunday morning church session for a breakfast with girls he banged on Saturday night. The small changes starting to snowball, and like waking up from a trance, his mind tried to justify why he did what he thought he did, and that's when his suspicion directed to the amulet.

Diego tried to take the necklace off one night. His fingers reached for the clasp, but his hand suddenly freeze. Then it slowly lowered, tucking the pendant back against his chest like a mother soothing a child.

"Shhh," his own voice said aloud, soft and mocking. "You wanted to be seen. Now we both are."

And just like that, Diego pushed to the back once more as the entity sensed the resistance and tamed it down quickly. Diego stripped down, standing before the full-length mirror, his cock already half-hard from the sheer sight of himself.

"Look at you, you fucking beast," he growled, his voice a mix of his own timbre and the ancient rasp echoing in his skull.

He flexed, watching the thick mat of dark hair ripple over his pecs, the trail leading down to his abs like an invitation to paradise. The musk hit him then. It's raw, potent, the scent of sweat and testosterone from his earlier workout from that day in almost the same manner as his first encounter with the entity, unwashed and intoxicating. He buried his nose in his own armpit, inhaling deeply, his free hand gripping his thickening shaft.

"Oh god, you're disgusting," he muttered to his reflection, degrading himself even as the words sent a thrill through him. "A hairy, sweaty pig who can't stop sniffing his own pits like a desperate slut. But fuck, it's so good. You're irresistible."

The amulet glowed faintly, feeding the loop, self-loathing twisted into fuel for his arousal. He pumped harder, smearing pre-cum over his hairy knuckles, worshipping every inch: the bulge of his biceps, the veiny forearms, the way his beard framed his smirking lips.

"Cum for yourself, you vain whore," he commanded, and his body obeyed. Rope after rope shot across the mirror, splattering his reflected face, as waves of ecstasy crashed through him. He licked a streak off the glass, tasting his own saltiness, the entity purring in approval. More. Always more. Spotting the time, 9 PM, the night is still young and he's craving so much more. Self-worship only sated so much. The evil eye craved external validation, a chorus of envy and adoration to amplify its power, so a visit to the nightclub seems inevitable. The entity, all brash and horny already, decided that shower is overrated and skin should be shown to the fullest. Diego dressed minimally, tight tank top stretched over his furred torso, shorts hugging his thighs and just a casual, light sneaker to carry him through the night.

The night air is thick with possibility, and his enhanced senses picked up every lingering stare, every whispered "damn" from passersby. He zeroed in on the gay bars, the amulet guiding him like a divining rod to the thirsty.

At the first spot, a pulsing den of leather and lights at South Beach, he doesn't have to wait long. A lithe twink with wide eyes approached, mesmerized by the sheer mass of Diego's frame.

"You're... huge," the guy stammered, gaze locked on the hairy chest peeking through the tank's low neckline.

Diego grinned, the entity pulling the strings. "On your knees, bitch. Tell me why I'm a god."

The twink complied, dropping in a shadowed corner, hands roaming Diego's body as he chanted praises in-between a a mouthful as Diego thrust the well-lubed, meaty monstrosity into the willing mouth. The twink words fortified by the entity that whispered to itself in Diego's voice so the values internalized in him and further weakening Diego's sense of self

"You're using him like a hole, you narcissistic fuck, because you know you're superior,"

The twink's words fueled him, each compliment a jolt to his cock, each mouth gag and choking sound like an ad-libs to Diego's impending climax. Within minutes, he flooded the twink's throat, pulling out to mark his face as a final claim and just left the panting and exhausted twink in that corner like he's merely a cum dumpster and nothing else.

His eyes darted for the other in his surroundings. It's not enough. The evil eye craved for more chorus of worshipper so Diego moved on, collecting more. He spots a bearish hunk enjoying his whiskey all by himself. The ever confident Diego simply grabbed the hunk's collar and directly kiss and spit at his surprised, gaped mouth. As if laced with other-worldly seduction, the kiss enchanted the once protesting hunk into more willing to be Frenched by Diego as he then whispered to Diego's ear that he wanted to taste other parts of his deliciously muscular body. Smirking to see the effect in action, he simply shoved the guy to the floor and turned around as Diego takes down his own pants.

"Taste this then," Diego teased, and the daddy, seemingly fueled by lust and not also amplified by dark magic, rimmed Diego's hole while moaning about his "musky, hairy ass like a throne,"

In the thick of it, Diego's eyes caught a bunch of other daddies that remain seated on their table but their eyes locked to Diego and this hunk rimming his ass. With a wink from Diego as the invitation, these daddies advanced themselves to join in on the fun as Diego spat on them one by one, sending them all wheezing into a state of compliance and lustful worship as they started to chant whatever great assets that Diego has. Chaos ensued as these daddies fought for a piece of Diego. In their lust-fueled advance, they even collectively push Diego's body to a seating area in the corner where they make Diego's body splayed on the table and they grope and kiss Diego from all angle. It might seem like the entity lose control of its subject, but it's actually what it intended to happen, for all these men to lose themselves in their devotion to worship and elevate its vessel, they completely abandoned any societal concept like time, shame, and others.

By dawn, sated but never fully, Diego returned home, the amulet warmer than ever. It exploited him perfectly, turning his body into a temple of endless, echoing narcissism. And as he flexed once more in the mirror, cum-streaked and reeking of conquest, the blue eyes stared back, glowing even more intensely. Maybe he should just end all of it here.....

It looked inward to finish the matter once and for all. Deep within the shadowed recesses of Diego's mind, the evil eye entity coiled like smoke, its blue gaze piercing the fragile barrier where the last shreds of the man's original soul clung. Diego's essence had been eroded to a flickering ember, trapped in a dreamlike void that mirrored his apartment, but twisted: mirrors everywhere, reflecting infinite versions of his hairy, muscled form. The entity manifested as a spectral version of Diego himself, naked and radiating an otherworldly allure, the amulet embedded in its chest like a glowing heart.

"You've fought well, mi amigo," the entity purred, its voice a velvet echo of Diego's own baritone, laced with ancient malice.

It approached the remnant soul, which appeared as a translucent Diego, kneeling and dazed, his eyes wide with fading resistance. The entity reached out, fingers trailing over the soul's ethereal chest, stirring the thick hair that matched the physical body's.

"But look at us. So perfect. So worthy. Why resist when you could join the worship?"

The soul shuddered, a mix of horror and unwilling arousal blooming as the entity's touch ignited sparks of narcissism. Memories flooded in, Diego's own hands groping his pecs, inhaling his musk, degrading himself in the mirror. The entity amplified it, forcing the soul to relive every self-indulgent stroke, every degrading whisper

"You're a filthy, hairy narcissist, aren't you? Sniff that pit, you desperate pig. Pump that cock for your own reflection."

The soul's form hardened, ethereal cock swelling against its will, as corruption seeped in like ink in water. The entity leaned in, lips brushing the soul's ear.

"Feel it. You're mine to exalt......and break."

It pushed further, manifesting tendrils of dark energy that wrapped around the soul's limbs, forcing it to mimic the body's rituals. The soul's hands were guided to its own armpits, burying its face in the phantom musk

"Degrade yourself for me," the entity commanded. "Admit you're nothing but a vain whore, craving your own scent like a bitch in heat."

The soul gasped, words tumbling out unbidden

"I'm... I'm disgusting, a hairy beast obsessed with myself. Fuck, I smell so good, so alpha..."

His hand dropped to stroke, faster, the corruption twisting pleasure into submission. The entity watched, its own form mirroring the act, building the tension until the soul arched, crying out as it shot ghostly loads, each spurt draining purity, innocence dissolving into viscous essence.

But not all could be corrupted. The stubborn core, Diego's true innocence,nthe boyish laugh from before the gym obsession, the quiet moments of doubt, resisted. The entity snarled, thrusting deeper into the soul's form, fucking the resistance out in a metaphysical violation.

"Out with you," it hissed, pounding relentlessly until the remnant shattered. The uncorruptible part surged downward, channeling through the physical body as it lay on the bed. Diego's cock that now belonged to the entity's throbbed violently, untouched yet erupting in thick, ropey streams of cum, unnaturally viscous and pearlescent, laced with flecks of ethereal light. Each glob carried away fragments of innocence. Memories of kindness, vulnerability, humanity. It pooled on his hairy abs, sliding through the fur like tears of defeat, the air thick with the scent of spent purity.

The body convulsed in ecstasy, the entity fully settling in, every nerve alight with unchallenged control. Diego's eyes snapped open, glowing faintly blue before the glow hid itself behind Diego's pitch black iris. A laugh bubbled up, deep and triumphant, echoing through the apartment as the form rose, a seductive machine of muscle and hair, every movement calculated to entice, to dominate. No more sharing and remnants of doubt or humane sense. Just perfection in flesh, engineered for adoration.

Wiping the cum-smeared hand across his beard, tasting the last echoes of the old Diego, the entity grinned at the mirror.

"Time to ascend."

It grabbed the phone, fingers flying with unnatural speed. Diego has thought about this one for a while, but the entity simply clicked on the OnlyFans icon, the vainest plane, a digital altar where envy and lust converged into power. The account is set up in minutes: @FitGodDiego, bio dripping with narcissism

"Worship the hairy alpha. Every like, every sub, feeds the beast. DM for custom degradation, yours or mine."

Then, the first post followed, a video of the body flexing shirtless, amulet swinging hypnotically, voiceover purring,

"Sniff this musk, you pathetic holes. Tell me how my fur makes you weak."

Subscribers flooded in quickly as soon as he cross-posted this latest venture of his to IG. Bunch of thirsty subs chanting in comments

"Your chest hair is god-tier,"

"Degrade me, daddy, while you worship yourself."

Each praise amplified the entity, the evil eye pulsing hotter, drawing strength from the digital worship. It responded live, stroking on camera, degrading the viewers and itself dor the thrill

"HHNGHHHHH.....ffuuuck, this hairy slut enjoys all your adoration, keep it going fellas, I'm close. You're all my fuel,"

And as the night wears on, the entity eyed the private messages, sensing vulnerable souls ripe for corruption. A fan begging for a private session? Perfect. It will visit their essence next, pushing out their innocence in ecstatic release, expanding its domain one worshipped body at a time. The laugh echoed again, seductive and endless.

The evil eye had never been an actual evil eye or about protection. It's a mirror, a hungry one, and Diego spent years polishing it with his own image, never realizing he's inviting something ancient to stare back.

Now it is looking through him. And it likes the view.

[shootingstarwritings]

Thank you for Hosting

Marduk prided himself in always doing his research for everything in life. This got him a doting wife, a great house, a thriving career, and grateful children already off in college. It was also through his careful nature that he knew exactly how to find hook-ups—his profile on Grindr had him listed as “DL.” He did all of this under his family’s noses, and they were none the wiser. Yup, just about anything and everything can be cheated on with enough research and a mind as sharp as Marduk’s.

Tonight, his wife had just departed for her flight. She was going out of state to visit her ill mother. Though she had asked Marduk if he wanted to come, he declined and assured her that her mother would be much more pleased if she went alone. No need for Marduk to interrupt mother-daughter time! The children were off living in their campus dorms, and so Marduk had the whole house to himself.

“Thank you for hosting,” said the message with a winking emoticon. The sender was a younger man named Henry. Compared to Marduk, he was rather thin but flexible, as the explicit messages he had sent Marduk had proved. “I’d do it, but I still live with my folks. I’m also DL, but for my safety rather than my stability.”

Marduk didn’t feel like asking him to elaborate, so he simply arranged the date and time for Henry to arrive, the latter of which eagerly agreed. The two had their eyes set on the other for a while now, but circumstances made that difficult until this weekend.

Marduk smirked to himself as he dressed up—not showering tonight as Henry had requested.

The moment Marduk opened the door, Henry all but launched himself at Marduk. “Been waiting for this all day,” Henry whispered, his voice needy and breathless. “I’m sooo hungry for you, daddy.”

That was all Marduk needed to hear. Fired up, he lifted Henry up and carried him to the upstairs bedroom—not at all concerned about getting Henry’s scent all over the sheets. He needed to fill this tight hole soon or he’d go mad.

“Nrgh, f-fuck!” Henry cried out, writhing and moaning on the bed. He gripped the sheets until his knuckles turned white. His cock, already leaking, stiffened suddenly as Marduk fucked him. “F-Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum…! I’m gonna cum,” he said, slowly losing the breathlessness and playfulness in his voice. “Not yet, no, I don’t wanna c-cum just yet. I’m not ready to give this up just yet.” It was as if he was a completely different person from the youthful man that Marduk invited inside.

However, Marduk wasn’t paying much attention. His own thrusts became wilder and more intense as the twink beneath him tried resisting his own orgasm. “C’mon, moan some more for me,” Marduk growled, unable to stop. Henry’s hole was so tight and warm that it was driving Marduk insane. And those soft squeals… they were driving him crazy. “Ohhh, keep moving your hips. I-I’m so close!”

“Shit, no good…!” cursed Henry through gritted teeth. “I-I’m cumming!” he cried out, arching his back and thrusting his hips high in the air as his untouched cock shot several loads that came down and stained his torso. However, Henry’s writhing didn’t stop as the last of his cum dribbled out of his softening cock. No, his eyes rolled up, showing only the whites, as his body convulsed even harder.

Only then did Marduk finally stop and looked down at Henry with concern, not wanting to alert anyone by having someone have a seizure in his home. Hey, you okay…?” he said.

As if to respond, a trail of blue slime erupted from Henry’s mouth. Marduk didn’t have time to react before it shot inside his own mouth. “MMFH—! MFF!” He tried shouting for help, but the slime made that all but useless. His body writhed as it began flowing inside of him. The two’s bodies were connected, tethered by the blue slime.

What’s happening…? Thought Marduk, vision growing hazy. Even though he tried to run away or throw Henry’s body away, he couldn’t force his heavy limbs to move. Even so, he soon realized that his body wasn’t stopping. Although the movements were a bit more awkward, Marduk’s body was still thrusting—as though listening to another will besides his own.

W-Why can’t I stop…?! Marduk’s thoughts were a panic, but even that began to wane as his mind began growing foggier by the second. Adding to that was the electric jolts of pleasure coursing throughout every inch of his body. He involuntarily shuddered, his moans muffled by the invading slime as it finished crawling inside of him. Feels… to good…! I’m going crazy! Lemme cum, lemme cum, I just wanna cum!

All caution thrown to the wind, Marduk begged whatever entity was invading him for a reprieve of this never-ending pleasure. It felt as though he was on the cusp of climaxing yet unable to actually ejaculate. He had no idea pleasure could feel so torturous.

Marduk’s body pulled Henry closer and thrust as deep as he possibly could. His bush met Henry’s own as he, mouth agape and eyes going cross, pumped what felt like a year’s worth of cum into Henry’s unresponsive hole. Every rhythmic thrust seemed to drive Marduk further and further to the back of his own mind. He screamed into the inky black void; not from horror as another’s will supplanted his own; but from the sheer bliss this mind-blowing orgasm gave him.

Meanwhile, Marduk’s body convulsed as it flopped on top of the unconscious Henry. Once the trembling settled down, Marduk opened eyes and sat up on the floor. At a certain point, the convulsions had been so intense he actually fell off the bed. However, he didn’t seem too concerned about that nor the unconscious Henry. He stood up with a low groan, admiring the sheer weight he now possessed, and strolled over to the master bathroom. He glanced at his reflection, tilting his head to try and capture every angle.

Letting out a low whistle, he said, “Usually I prefer taking over spry young men, but this? This one I like…” he said with a chauvinistic smirk. The real Marduk could only vaguely hear his invader’s taunting words, and he was far too mindfucked to care. “Damn, this body feels good! Virile, too.” The slime that had possessed Marduk ran his hands down Marduk’s cock and shivered as he felt it respond. Even though he had cum what felt like gallons with this stolen cock it was still right back up and raring to go. “Nrrgh.,.. oh fuck, yes…! This is me now!” he cried out, jerking his new fuckstick like a madman. Everything in this new body felt so right. The weight, the mass, the sensitivity. Just touching his cock felt like sex. But jerking off was another experience entirely.

“Fuck, fuck! Nrgh, I’m cumming!” His knees buckled on him as several rounds of cum struck the mirror and stained Marduk’s reflection. Panting, Marduk relaxed on the bathroom and chuckled to himself.

“I hope you’re ready for your new bachelor life, Marduk. Your wife is gonna be sick of you and your cheating ways soon. Oh, and thanks for hosting, by the way.”

[male-possessions]

Lucas was desperate to attend the concert, but his father, still wary of Lucas’s lifestyle, set a strict condition: he could only go if his muscular straight stepbrother, Marcus, went along to keep an eye on him. Lucas knew Marcus (a straight-laced jock who would spend the whole time complaining) would ruin the experience. Desperate, Lucas turned to his friend Felix, which was blessed with the power of turning into a ghost and being able to possess other people.

Felix agreed to help, but he had his own motives. He’d been watching Marcus from the shadows for a while, admiring his broad back and thick muscular body. A few hours before the show, Felix used his power to transform into a ghost and invaded Marcus's room.

The possession was quick. Marcus was on his bed using his phone when Felix’s essence entered through every orifice. Marcus’s body began to shake on his bed as Felix took control. Marcus’s muscles tensed and flexed as Felix settled into his new body. When the process was finished, Felix opened his new eyes, letting out a deep, satisfied groan. He immediately stood up and walked to the mirror, unbuttoning his shirt to admire his new torso and abs. “Oh, fuck yeah,” Felix said in Marcus’s much deeper voice. “This hunk is incredible, look at these hairy pecs”, he said while pinching his new nipples.

At the concert, the plan immediately went sideways. Instead of being a quiet watchdog, the possessed Marcus became the center of attention. Felix was intoxicated by the strength of his new body. He began to show off, taking off his shirt and flexing his biceps and pecs. Lucas watched in shock as his "stepbrother" began flirting with other guys shamelessly.

Felix, using Marcus’s natural charisma, was soon surrounded by other men. Lucas found himself ignored as Felix began making out passionately with hot guys. Every time Lucas tried to intervene, Felix would just wink and say, “Relax, little bro”. Felix was determined not to give up control of the delicious hunk for now.

[captainmalewriter]

Family Vacation Pt. 2

Winning the majority of the votes, here’s the sequel to Family Vacation! I linked the first part in case you haven’t read it yet. Please enjoy the sequel, and thank you once again for 1k followers! - Captain M.W.

Today was our last day in Cancún. Tomorrow we would be flying back to the states after a long family vacation. All things considered, I’ve honestly had such a great time in Cancún. Though, of course, using my uncle Aaron’s body definitely played a major role in my enjoyment. Even on our last day here I just had to take my uncle’s body out for another spin. Today we’re going sailing across the water in boats. I’m sure it would’ve been fun in just my own body too, but there’s just this rush of adrenaline and endorphins I get whenever I go out as my uncle Aaron.

I really don’t know how else to explain it, I just have way more fun living as Aaron!

Even though I love using Aaron’s body, I have to admit that I’ve had to put in a lot of work in keeping my little activities a secret. I’ve been following a pretty strict schedule during this past week. I make sure not to overstep my limits, meaning I can’t be Aaron all the time. My parents would murder me! I have to space out my fun, and after so many days, I’ve gotten the process down to a T.

First, I can only enter my uncle’s body when he sleeping. He’s a heavy sleeper, and that’s also the only time his mouth is open wide enough due to his snoring for me to slip inside of him. Then, I have to excuse myself from the rest of the family and then I’m free to enjoy the nightlife however I see fit!

It’s maddening to me how easily Aaron can just leave and do his own thing without anyone questioning him. If I even think about doing that, I get badgered by everyone on how I need to be a responsible young adult and take care of my little cousins. It’s frustrating, but whatever. None of that matters once I become Aaron again.

Sailing on the water was fun! The clear blue waters of Cancún never fail to impress me. There were some moments where I really wanted to just jump out of the boat and go for a swim with the fishes. But unfortunately, even Aaron’s body had it’s own limits on what it can and can’t do. I learned that the hard way when I blacked out drunk the other day. Luckily my uncle was known for drinking too much, that and I was unaffected because it wasn’t my own body that took any of the alcohol. It was Aaron’s, and his alone.

I felt bad for the guy, I pushed it too far and he took all consequences for me. I’ve laid off the heavy drinking for now, and I switched to smoking cigars instead. Not gonna lie, smoking while walking along the shoreline has been my favorite pastime lately. It’s my own moment of zen, away from all the family drama and over the top partying.

I spent the rest of the day relaxing on the sand of the beach. It was a mellow moment. Different than all the fun I had been having lately, but as pleasant a memory as the rest.

The last day had come and gone. I made my way back to the hotel way before anyone else in the family did. This was the next part of the routine for me. Getting in and out of Aaron’s body was as easy as changing my socks, but I knew I needed time to make it more convincing. Me suddenly popping up out of nowhere seemed too suspicious to take risks on. It worked the last few times, and it worked this last time too. Sure, my parents chewed me out again for being MIA, but I don’t care anymore. Honestly, when haven’t they yelled at me? It’d be easier to count that than the other way around.

***

Our family trip to Cancún had officially ended. We got up early the next morning, drove to the airport, and after a long flight, we were back in our hometown. I was riding in the backseat with Aaron in the seat next to me. My parents occupied the driver’s and passenger’s seat. It was quiet in the car. Not much was said during that final car ride back home. I’m glad it was quiet, I honestly didn’t have the energy to keep up conversation after all the festivities and traveling.

I turned to my uncle, who was looking out the window as we drove. He kept his gaze focused on the road, not moving much if at all.

“Tío, are you feeling okay?” I asked him.

“Hm?” he turned to me. “It’s nothing, Carlos. I’m just tired from all the fun, you feel me?”

He gave me a forced smile. I returned the gesture, but the conversation ended there. I couldn’t think of anything else to say! Now I just felt awkward sitting there.

“You really went all out, huh,” my Dad said. “You’re too old for all this shit, Aaron, you gotta settle down sometime.”

“Man, fuck off. I really don’t need some lecture right now, and especially not from my own younger brother.”

Much to my surprise, my Dad didn’t say anything back. He was known for getting on anyone and everyone’s case, with me being his go-to target because I live with him. I could tell Aaron was getting ready for a heated fight too, as his breathing was getting quicker. His future life plans had always been something of a sore spot for him, but he had calmed back down after seeing my Dad shut up.

Now the rest of the car ride was really tense, but it was over soon enough. Some of the extended family had drove back to their own homes, but some who lived closer stopped by my house for a bit before leaving too. Aaron was one of them.

I hid in my room while the family talked in the backyard. It didn’t last long, as I’m sure everyone was still tired. That worked in my favor though, as it kept my next plan moving along with little wait time. I had lots of fun living it up as Aaron, but during my free time, I was also very busy with planning my next course of action. I knew Uncle Aaron had parked his car in our driveway before we left for Cancún. I also knew that he left his car key behind, so I swiped it to unlock his car and then returned it where I found it.

Then, once I heard everyone was beginning to leave, I hid myself in the back of his car. Nobody would suspect a thing, as everyone knew me as the hermit who never left his room whenever family came over. Nobody ever bothered to interact with me. I hated that reputation, but tonight it served me well. Aaron drove away from my house with me in tow, and nobody even noticed I wasn’t in my room. Aaron, the man whose body I had been taking over for the past week, had just unwittingly carried out the next step of my plan.

We got to his apartment, and then I played the waiting game. I waited until everything came together like dominoes falling in a row. I hid in his car and waited until I saw him leave to dump the trash or something similar, and then hurried inside. I hid in his closet and waited until it was lights out, and then it was time for the final strike. He was fast asleep within minutes, snoozing and snoring as loud as ever.

I crept out of the closet and walked up to my uncle’s sleeping body. I admired his features from a 3rd person point of view one last; his jawline, his beard, his skin, his muscles, his dick bulge and more. The more I looked the more I craved being back inside his body. I licked my lips from the temptation, and then dove right into Aaron’s gaping mouth. I could hear him gag from me entering him. You’d think after so many entries and blowjobs I’ve given as him, I would’ve gotten rid of his gag reflex by now but I guess not.

No matter, the body takeover was just as seamless as every other time as before. My legs filled into his, my chest into his, my dick slipped into his much larger dick, and everything else filled in like a dream. I took a moment to let everything adjust, and once I felt myself occupying a heavier, hairier body, I woke up and smirked.

This is it. This is my new body now. Aaron couldn’t do anything so long as I was in control. Meaning, I don’t have to leave ever again. I’m Aaron now, and he was powerless to stop it.

I rose up, figuratively and literally. I stood there in Aaron’s bedroom fully erect. I guess I was already feeling the adrenaline rush, and it went straight to my dick. I flexed my new muscles, muscles I never had before in my old body. I was gonna have to take care of them if I wanted to keep em, but I was ready.

I threw on one of Aaron’s tank tops so I could go for a jog around the block. Nothing crazy, but enough to get me started in maintaining my new body. I took a picture in his bathroom to commemorate this new chapter in my life.

While I was busy admiring myself, I got a text from my now former mother. Something about Carlos running away from home.

They finally found the little post-it I left on my bed. I smirked, and then ignored the text. I’ll have to fulfill my duties and play the role of “Concerned Uncle Worried About His Nephew,” but that can wait. Right now, I had other problems to worry about. Like how big of a dick I can take with my new body. I could feel myself getting excited just thinking about all the fun I’m gonna have. Now this is one vacation that will never end.

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Family Vacation

Is it so wrong to want to have a little fun? Is it so wrong to go out and go wild while on vacation? Is it so wrong to use my uncle to do it?

I’ve been looking forward to this family trip to Cancún for a while now. The whole family tree would be coming, my uncles, aunts, cousins, everyone! I’ve had a blast so far, but jet skiing and hiking get old after so many days. We still have another week before we’re scheduled to fly back. And it doesn’t help that the adults in the family go out clubbing almost every night. At 20, I’m the oldest cousin but also the youngest adult. Which means too young to go out, but old enough to stay behind and babysit the younger cousins.

“Don’t be so down mijo,” my uncle said to me. “Soon enough you’ll be old enough to go out clubbing on your own. Trust, it’s so much better than anything you could do with family.”

I was sitting against the wall in our hotel room. My uncle was laying down in his bed. Since I was an only child and my parents wanted their own room, I had to room with my uncle Aaron. He was pretty cool, as far as uncles go anyway. Always the bachelor, even in his 30s.

“Thanks, I’m sure the wait will be worth it,” I said to him. “You’re going to bed already? It’s only 10,”

“I just need a little power nap. Your crazy aunt Vicki wants to go out tonight, and I need all my energy to keep up with her,” he said.

We spoke for a while before he eventually fell asleep. It was only 10:30. They were probably going to go out at midnight again. I got up and walked over to my sleeping uncle. His mouth was wide open, his chest rising and falling with his loud snoring. I hated how he could just do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. I also hated how he’ll come into the room like at 4 or 5 in the morning and slam the door, knowing damn well I’m in there sleeping.

He snored, cutting off my train of thought.

“And most of all,” I raised up my fist “I hate how fucking loud you snore!!”

I swung down my fist. I was aiming for his pillow though, but then he moved over to where I was aiming. If I swung down, I would sucker punch Aaron right in the mouth. I tried to stop it, but the momentum was already too great to turn back now. Instead, I tried moving back at the last second, but my foot slipped on something and I ended up falling forward too. It was no use now. Time to accept my fate.

My fist connected with Aaron’s open mouth. It went in a little. Between how hard I swung down and with the added force of me falling forward, my hand went inside his mouth even deeper than normal. Too deep.

Now my whole wrist was inside Aaron. But it didn’t stop there. My entire arm was going inside of him. I tried stopping it from happening, but it was like there was some sort of vaccum inside of Aaron that was sucking me in even further. The force was so strong too. I lost my footing trying to yank my arm out of Aaron. Then, with an unexpected tug, I fell forwards and into Aaron’s mouth with him swallowing my entire body.

…I’ve been laying in bed for a while now. I was trying to process what had happened. I fell inside my uncle Aaron, and now I was basically wearing him as if his body was my own body.

I took a deep whiff of my new armpit. All those compulsions to fit inside my new body really worked up a sweat. I liked this. Now I’m older, old enough to go out clubbing on my own.

It’s only 11 PM. The night’s young, and now it’s time to have my own fun.

***

“Since when did you start drinking again?”

“Since now.”

I took another sip of my drink. Aunt Vicki gave me a dirty look and left. I honestly didn’t even know what I was drinking. It didn’t even taste all that good, I just wanted to keep the buzz I had going strong. I was a lightweight, but that only applied in my old body. Using Uncle Aaron’s body kept me from passing out after just one beer. Now I’m free to drink as much as I want!

I got up and walked into the roof side pool. God, I love this view! I loved it before, but there’s just something about using my uncle’s body that makes that much better. Two good views combined into one.

I was enjoying the view when my Dad came up to me. His eyebrows were furrowed.

“Hey have you seen Carlos? That little brat hasn’t shown up today,”

“No, haven’t seen him since last night. He said he wanted to check out the local shops today,”

My Dad looked confused. He knows I never go anywhere unless I tell him or Mom first. That was only because they kept me on a leash. They hated not knowing what I was doing at all times.

“If you see him, tell him he’s got his mother worried sick.”

“No problem,” I told him.

He left, not even realizing he was talking to his son using his own brother’s body. I laughed to myself thinking about it.

“Tío! Smile for the family album!”

One of my little cousins was pointing a camera at me. She’s been taking pictures whenever she can for the sake of memories. It was fun at first, but eventually I stopped smiling for her pictures just to annoy her. But I knew Aaron always smiled no matter what. I had to stay in character, and smiled for the camera.

This whole body snatching experience is so surreal to me. Nobody knows it’s cousin Carlos inside Uncle Aaron. Nobody knows Carlos has been using his uncle’s body to go out partying and drinking. Nobody knows cum is dripping out of the lady killer Aaron’s ass after Carlos had some fun in his uncle’s body. And, most importantly, nobody knows cousin Carlos is gonna use his uncle’s body to have some more fun tonight.

Check out part 2 to this story here!