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I am an artist who enjoys creating works centred around the theme of possession. You may view my past works on the X platform: https://x.com/huomodaren/media

#possession

Become the champion Many of my ideas contravene Sora's regulations, which is truly disheartening.For instance, a light kiss turns the opposite side into body suit. Multiple attempts have failed.

#alien possession

Pumpkinhead Dad

#male possession

My Father’s Change There are numerous classic articles about extraterrestrial lifeforms mingling in liquid beverages, and they are all rather splendid!

#alien possession #family possession

Meteorite Investigation The inspiration came from a previous author's work; I rather liked his premise. Soldiers possessed by alien entities is so hot.

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Disguised intrusion

Player status

Player status

Exposing the disguise

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Fugitive From Outer Space — Part 1

I lived in this old cabin near the woods. No nosy neighbors. No traffic. Just birds, wind, and the occasional howl at night. The internet’s shit, but I don’t mind. Solitude suits me, I just hate dealing with people. But sometimes I couldn't help but wonder... would it be that bad to share this cabin with someone else?

One lonely morning, I was sitting at the counter sipping my hot black coffee, lazily spooning oatmeal into my mouth, when the news anchor’s voice pulled my attention back to the TV screen.

"The search continues today for Jeremy Cale, a 32-year-old firefighter and father of two, who vanished without a trace during an early morning jog last Sunday.

Cale was last seen around 5:30 a.m. leaving his home in the Oakridge neighborhood, wearing a gray hoodie and black running shorts. According to family members, this was part of his usual routine—but this time, he never returned.

Local and state authorities have been working around the clock, combing nearby trails and wooded areas, while also reviewing surveillance footage and following up on community tips.

Jeremy’s family is pleading with the public for any information that might lead to his whereabouts. If you saw anything unusual in the area last Sunday morning, or have any relevant information, you’re urged to contact the police department or local Crime Stoppers line.

Again, Jeremy Cale is 32 years old, approximately 6 feet tall, with short brown hair and blue eyes. He is a respected member of the local fire department and a devoted father. His disappearance has shaken the community—and many are hoping for his safe return."

A picture flashed on screen of Jeremy. Shirtless, smiling, flanked by his wife and two kids at what looked like some summer lake trip. The man was fit. Square jaw, perfect beard. He was really hot—I thought as I took another sip of my coffee.

"Mr. Cale's last known location was near the forest trail on Lark Pine Road," the anchor added. I looked out my window. Lark Pine was practically my backyard.

I lived near a small town, where the most shocking news would be of a raccoon that bit an old lady. So, a man suddenly going missing was like a huge deal, becoming the only subject for the entire week among the citizens... Me? Honestly, I had better things to worry about, like finishing the new season of my favorite show.

Later that day, as I was watching my show, I heard a loud knock at the back door. Knocking was actually a kind term; it was more like someone trying to break in. So I grabbed a baseball bat—just for precaution. No one ever visits me out here, and I don't have friends or family. The UPS guy leaves packages at the front door, and even raccoons know to steer clear. Either that was a bear wanting to eat me, or a robber—I didn't know which one was worse. I slowly cracked the door open. And nearly dropped dead.

Standing on my back door, completely naked, was Jeremy Cale. The missing firefighter. But he didn't have the warm smile from the family photo I saw on the News earlier. His face was blank, his body was covered with sweat, and his muscles glistened. And yeah—he was huge. Everywhere.

I didn’t know where to look first. My mouth opened, but no words came out. Jeremy scratched the back of his head.

"What planet am I?"

I blinked, confused. That was a question I never thought I would have to answer. "Jeremy, you..."

"Planet Jeremy—what a peculiar name." He said in an emotionless voice.

"No, you are Jeremy Cale. Your family has been looking for you! Are you okay?"

"So that's how my vessel is called? I don't care about how he is called. I want to know what planet I am on."

"You're on planet... Earth?" I answered, now seriously fearing he had hit his head while jogging and gone completely insane. Jeremy looked behind him for a few seconds, as if he was unsafe, then turned back to me. Those vulnerable, yet empty eyes stared right back at me.

"I need to come inside your primitive ship." Without another word, Jeremy walked right past me and into the house. Just like that. Like he owned the place. My brain froze, trying to catch up. I should’ve said something—asked something—but all I could do was turn around as he passed me. And I caught a full view of his perfect ass.

Jesus Christ. It was sweaty and muscular, just like the rest of his body. He walked slowly, taking in the surroundings of my cabin, completely unbothered by the fact that he was naked in a stranger's house. Then, finally, he turned to me. "I am not Jeremy," he said plainly. "Not anymore. I am an alien lifeform. A neural crawler. I entered this vessel through the ear canal and migrated to the brain, where I now reside and control all his biological functions."

I laughed, not because it was funny, but because I didn't know what else to do. At that moment, I thought he was crazy, or maybe I was going crazy myself.

"Okay, Jeremy... sure. Maybe let’s get you some clothes and water first? Maybe call someone to help you, does that sound good?" I reached for my phone, but before I could unlock it, Jeremy took the phone from my hand and threw it on the floor, smashing it into pieces. I took a few steps back, scared for my safety. Jeremy, the family man, had gone completely insane.

"I didn't mean to scare you. But no one can know I'm here." Watching the fear on my face, Jeremy tilted his head slightly like a curious dog. "You don't believe me, do you? Let me show you." Then he opened his mouth and a tiny blue alien creature hopped off and landed on his finger.

"HOLY SHIT!" I shouted. "What is that?"

"This is my real form. I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to stay in the safety of your primitive ship." Jeremy spoke in a robotic voice, "I can control my vessels even when I'm out of them. I can't speak your language, but this vessel will translate automatically everything I send to its brain. He's not the real Jeremy anymore, but a dead husk that only serves me."

"I can't believe this..." was all I could mutter.

"You still don't believe me?" Jeremy asked.

"I do believe you! It was just a way of... anyway, how did you turn Jeremy into... this?" I asked, slowly approaching Jeremy. I caressed his handsome, bearded blank face, pulling his eyelids a bit, to check his eyes—his pupils were unmoving. I then gently opened his mouth to inspect inside.

"My spaceship just crashed on this primitive planet, and I was in search of a vessel to use as a ship for protection," Jeremy explained as I caressed his sweaty chest. "That's when I saw this human running. I quickly jumped on his body and took him over. He was wearing some weird uncomfortable fake skin, so I ripped that off to show his natural body. Much better, don't you agree?" Jeremy asked, gently putting the tiny alien on his shoulder and then giving me a double biceps pose, his cock swinging at the small shift.

"That 'second skin' is called clothes. And you need to wear them if you want to pass as a human. Believe me, a guy walking naked here is just as alien as a real alien like yourself."

"I didn't know that. My kind never wore clothes." Jeremy looked around the cabin, he grabbed a mug from a shelf, inspected it for a while, and then dropped it on the floor, breaking it into pieces.

"There it goes my favorite mug. Can you please stop breaking my stuff?"

"Do you live in this ship alone?"

"This is my house. And yes, I live here by myself."

"Why don't you live together with the others of your species? Are you an outcast, just like me?"

"You could say that... I'm different from most. I'm attracted to the same sex of my 'species' and that's not very much accepted around here... Hey, I didn't ask your name, like, your REAL name." I asked, looking straight at the tiny alien on his shoulder.

Jeremy smiled, "You can call me Lazul."

"Nice to meet you, Lazul. I'm Remy." I suddenly frowned as I felt a smell. "What is this smell?" I sniffed the air again and then realized that the strong smell was coming from Jeremy's body. "When was the last time you showered Jeremy, Lazul?"

"Showered? My species doesn't need to shower, we lick ourselves clean."

"Well, Jeremy is still very much a human, if you're staying at my place, you will have to follow my rules, so I will give him a bath. Follow me to the bathroom."

"No, I'm not doing that," He said, crossing his arms.

"Can't you lick him clean then? Like you said your species does?" I tried to argue.

"I'm too tiny, I can't lick a vessel this big, but you are half his size. You could use your tongue to clean him if his smell bothers you so much." Jeremy sat down on my couch, his broad, muscular body sinking into the cushions, with Lazul, sitting confidently on his shoulder like a commander. I watched, still a little stunned, as the alien casually raised his tiny arms—and, as if tethered by invisible strings, Jeremy followed suit.

His expression kept blank as he lifted his muscular arms up over his head, exposing his hairy, sweat-slicked armpits. The rich, earthy musk hit me like a wave. Lazul's words came from Jeremy's lips in that robotic tone, "I believe this is the primary source of the odor you mentioned. You should begin here."

I swallowed hard. My cock throbbed as I stepped closer, drawn by the scent. I sat on his side and leaned in, burying my face in the soft, wet jungle of hair under his right pit. It was pungent, masculine, and intoxicating. My tongue darted out, licking up the sweat. Jeremy didn’t move. He remained still, blank-eyed, arms held high.

As I licked, I watched Lazul climb down Jeremy’s chest like a tiny explorer scaling a sweaty cliffside. He made his way over Jeremy’s defined abs, then stopped at the base of his thick, flaccid cock. Lazul threw a leg over it and sat on it like it was a beast to ride. Then he slapped it, making Jeremy's cock twitch, then swell with blood. Slowly, like something coming to life, it grew. Seven... Eight... Nine inches. Thick. Veiny. Cut. The skin stretched tight as Lazul hugged the shaft, his little, long arms wrapping around it.

Lazul then crawled toward the head and, with no hesitation, slid headfirst into Jeremy's slit. I gasped, pausing in my licking. Jeremy moaned deeply, a low, brainless groan vibrating from his throat. The sight of it—the huge cock pulsing, the alien disappearing inside like a worm entering its burrow—was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

I knelt between Jeremy’s thighs and moved down, licking and worshipping his musky balls, savoring the strong taste. Lazul’s tiny blue head popped back out of the slit, blinking at me.

"What are you doing in there?" I asked.

Jeremy's mouth opened, and he spoke, "I feed on a substance similar to your species' semen. But I always find it hard to make this vessel expel the semen, so I have to crawl to the main source where the semen is stored."

"There's an easier way, you know?" I said, slowly inserting a finger into Jeremy's tight hole, Jeremy remained sitting frozen. I then ordered Lazul to make him play with his nipples as I inserted a second finger. In less then three minutes, I had four fingers inside him, Jeremy became overwhelmed by so much pleasure and started cumming.

"This is amazing. You made him expel everything!" And then Lazul disappeared back inside with a wet plop.

**TWO WEEKS LATER**

He stayed in my cabin the entire time, he was forbidden to come out. Jeremy's body, sweaty and naked, became a common view. It was bizarre at first—eating breakfast while a lifeless-eyed firefighter sat across from me, robotically spooning cereal into his mouth as an alien had breakfast with his cum. But the more time we spent together, the more... intimate it became. Lazul had no idea how to be human. He didn’t even know what cereal was. He didn't have Jeremy's memories, just control over his body. He said he still had to learn how to absorb human memories. So every reaction had to be learned, every muscle movement practiced.

I taught him everything.

We spent hours talking. He listened intently. I told him about Earth: its food, its people, its languages, its rules. But mostly, I taught him about pleasure. Sexual pleasure. Lazul was fascinated by how much sensation human males could experience.

We tried every position I could think of. Missionary, doggy, reverse cowgirl with me on top of Jeremy's strong thighs, even standing up against the wall. Lazul always watched from within, fascinated by the way Jeremy's body reacted to touch and friction. He would moan in Jeremy’s deep voice, sometimes awkward, sometimes too robotic—but over time, more natural. More real.

Some days, Jeremy would do chores while naked, muscles flexing as he chopped firewood, the sun glinting off his sweaty back. One day, I had Jeremy on his knees, sucking my cock as I watched the news of his disappearance. When they showed a photo of him in his sexy firefighter uniform, I came inside his mouth, and Lazul started feeding.

One peaceful morning, we were having rough sex—like we did every morning. Jeremy was wearing a firefighter costume I bought online. He was plowing my ass hard, with me lying on the bed, when we heard a knock at the door.

Jeremy looked at me, just as confused as I was. He pulled his throbbing shaft from my ass, and I put some clothes back on. "I wonder if it’s another alien with another sexy vessel," I joked. "I'll be right back—don’t make him cum yet!" I gave Jeremy a kiss.

When I opened the door, I was shocked to see a police officer standing outside. The officer gave me a long, hard stare. He was very muscular. But it was the eyes—vacant, unfocused, yet somehow... threatening—that sent a cold shiver down my spine.

"Good morning, sir. I’m Officer Hayes," he said, voice deep and emotionless. "We’re conducting a follow-up on the Jeremy Cale disappearance. Have you seen or heard anything suspicious in the area recently?"

I forced a smile. My heart raced. You mean Jeremy Cole? The brainless vessel with an alien inside his head, waiting patiently for me in my room with a rock-hard cock ready to destroy my ass?—I couldn't really say that.

"Uh, no. Nothing strange, Officer," I said, casually stepping outside and pulling the door halfway shut behind me. "I live alone. Kinda keep to myself out here."

His eyes flicked over my shoulder, scanning the inside of the cabin. He saw two mugs on the table.

"You sure about that?" he asked.

"Absolutely. Unless you count a raccoon stealing my trash last week. But I doubt that’s what you’re looking for."

Officer Hayes tilted his head slightly, and his nostrils flared as if he were sniffing the air. For a second, his mouth twitched into a smirk. Then, just as quickly, his face went blank again.

"Strange smell," he muttered.

Shit. Of course. Jeremy’s musky scent still lingered in the cabin. I tried to laugh it off.

"Y-Yeah, I burnt some bacon this morning. Guess it stuck around."

He nodded slowly, but I could tell he wasn’t buying it. There was something predatory in his stillness. Then his gaze locked onto mine, too intense for comfort.

"If you do see anything," he said slowly, "or anyone—please contact the station. We’re very interested in finding Mr. Cale."

"Will do, Officer."

He lingered for a moment too long, then finally stepped back and returned to his patrol car. I waited until he drove down the dirt road and out of sight before I slipped back inside. Jeremy was standing naked by the window, watching him leave.

"That wasn't a cop," He said flatly. "That was a tracker. They know I'm here."

"What do you mean they?"

"So, there was something I didn't tell you. Remember when I said I was also an outcast? What I really meant was that I am a wanted criminal by the intergalactic police. The ship that crashed on your planet was a ship transporting intergalactic criminals. The crash allowed me to escape."

"YOU ARE WHAT? Why are you just telling me this now? Was that cop even a human?"

"That officer wasn't a human anymore. He was just a husk being controlled by an Intergalactic alien officer. That one was probably a Tracker. Trackers are an alien species with high intelligence and extra senses that work like detectives."

"What did you do to become a wanted criminal in space? Were you speeding in your ship? Did you abduct the wrong cow?"

"We don't have time! I will explain everything to you later, right now we need to get out of here and find me a new vessel!"

"I'm not going anywhere. I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Besides housing an intergalactic criminal for weeks? Yeah, you should try convincing the intergalactic court that you're innocent. I'm sure they will love to hear that. You will get lucky if you only spend the next three thousand years behind bars."

"Humans don't even live that long."

"Too bad they already have a technology for that."

I was shocked by how such a small, cute creature was a wanted criminal by the intergalactic police. Would I have helped Lazul even if he told me the truth from the beginning? I started asking myself.

"Wanna give these musky armpits one good bye sniff? I will set this vessel to autodestruct once I'm out. Can't leave any trace behind." Jeremy asked, flexing one bicep and displaying his hairy armpit.

"That's so sad. I really like Jeremy..." I took a long, sniff of his armpits, and hugged him.

"Don't you worry, you will have plenty more of vessels to play with. Now let's go." Lazul jumped out of Jeremy's mouth and landed on the palm of my hand. I carefully put him inside my shirt pocket and ran away towards the woods. Jeremy mindlessly walked back inside the cabin.

We were running on the road when Lazul suddenly started freaking out in my pocket, he was pointing his hands to the trees, he was trying to say something. Without Jeremy to translate his words, all I could hear were high, squeaky noises.

I started hearing the sirens of approaching patrol units, so I quickly hid behind a tree. Suddenly, three cruisers raced past us at an incredibly fast pace towards my cabin. When they were out of sight, I took off into the woods. While running, I heard a loud explosion in the distance. I looked up at the sky and saw smoke rising from the direction of the cabin… my poor cabin.

"I can't believe what you got me into! You know how much I paid for that cabin?" I shouted at Lazul, who responded with a squeak. After a while, I came out on the other side of the forest and onto another road. As I was crossing, a car came speeding in my direction. I flinched. Luckily, it stopped just a few inches from me. I sighed in relief.

"Are you ok?" A deep baritone voice came from the handsome muscular Daddy in the car. He had his head out of his car, looking at me with concern.

I then heard Lazul's squeaky sounds from my pocket, he was pointing at the Daddy inside the car. I didn't need Jeremy this time to understand what he meant.

I approached the car and looked at the man inside. "I'm really sorry, but we need to steal your body..." I apologized to the man. The man didn't have time to react, Lazul jumped from my shirt pocket right to his face and crawled into his ear. The man's eyes rolled back and his muscles tensed, his biceps flexed as his hands got tighter on the wheel. I felt bad about the man, I really did, he seemed to be a nice guy. Unlike Jeremy, this time I took a direct role in helping turn the man into a brainless puppet. But on the other hand... he was so fucking hot!

I walked to the other side of the car and opened the door. The Daddy was already staring at me with a reassuring smirk and a thumbs-up.

"Get in, we need to get as far as we can," he said in his deep voice. I slipped into the passenger seat beside him. The Daddy had thick biceps, and a tight black polo hugging his muscular body. His silver-streaked hair was styled perfectly, making him look ever hotter. He flexed his biceps at me before putting the car into gear.

We drove in silence for a few miles. I should’ve been grateful. We were unharmed. Lazul had a new hot body. We had escaped. But I couldn’t stop shaking.

My palms were slick with sweat, and my chest was tight. My heart became louder with every passing mile. Every bump in the road felt like it could shatter me. My mouth dried, and the edges of my vision blurred slightly.

I was having a panic attack.

Lazul glanced at me and noticed something was wrong. "Are you alright, buddy?" He asked, his voice was soothing but still filtered through the Daddy’s deep baritone.

I didn’t answer. I couldn't talk. My breathing quickened and I turned my face to the window, wiping my sweaty hands on my pants. Everything was catching up at once. My home—gone. My life—over. And now I was a fugitive by association. A pawn in something far bigger than I could even comprehend.

Without saying a word, Lazul slowed the car and pulled over onto the gravel shoulder of the road. He put the gear in park and turned toward me. His big hand reached out and rested gently on my trembling thigh.

"You're safe with me. No one will hurt you. I won’t let them, alright?" His hand squeezed gently, grounding me. I turned toward him, eyes wide, chest still heaving.

And then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t forceful. It was deep. Wet. Passionate. His lips were warm, his hand slid up to cup the side of my face, and I melted into his warm embrace. Just for a moment, the fear slipped away. I let myself fall into that kiss, into the feeling of safety and dominance that this vessel seemed to radiate.

As we made out, I reached up and stroked his thick, muscular biceps—hot and solid under the fabric of his polo. He broke the kiss and gave me a cocky grin, his fingers moving to his zipper. In one smooth motion, he pulled his pants down just enough to free his hard cock—thick, veiny, and a full eight inches of uncut perfection. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and began stroking slowly.

"If there's one thing I've learned about you over these past few weeks," The Daddy said, voice deep and sultry, "it's that nothing calms you down quite like a good cock." He gave me that sexy grin again, "C'mon, suck it," he whispered.

I didn’t hesitate. I leaned over, my mouth finding the tip of his cock, already leaking. I licked a slow circle around it, tasting his salt and sweat, before sliding my lips down over the head. He moaned—just a low, primal rumble from deep in his chest.

My tongue explored every inch, teasing the underside of his shaft as my lips slid down further. He was thick, stretching my jaw, but I took more of him, slowly bobbing my head up and down. One of his hands came to rest on the back of my neck, guiding me, not forcing—just steady, firm.

I could feel his thighs tense beneath me, the heat radiating off his body. I sucked harder, letting my tongue swirl and flick while his cock throbbed deeper in my throat. Saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth as I worked him over, sloppier and more desperate with each motion.

Lazul groaned again, this time with a grin. "That’s it. Good boy. Just like that." He started the car and continued driving.

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think—I was lost in the taste of him, in the weight of his cock on my tongue, the way his hand kept me grounded in place. Eventually, he gently pulled me back. My lips popped off his shaft with a wet smack. I looked up at him, breathless.

"Better?" he asked with a wink.

I nodded slowly. I was feeling so much better.

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The Parental Solution

“Could you at least put on some shorts or pants if you’re just gonna lie around the house like that?” I asked my dad after walking in on him sprawled across the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs that did little to hide his large assets. Especially when he had his thick thighs spread like that

“Come on kiddo. It isn’t anything you haven’t seen before. Can’t a guy just lounge around on his day off.” He replied with that same subtle smirk he always had as he rested his head against his hand. I cursed myself internally for not being able to help glancing at his armpit for a moment. “Besides, I’m the man of this house and so if I wanna lie around in my underwear then I’ll do just that.” He added sternly before reaching down to give his fat bulge a rub.

I rolled my eyes a little before quickly exiting the room and letting him get back to watching sports on TV. After all, I didn't want to give him a chance to see the growing erection in my pants. I just can’t help it when he shows off his body like that. He knows exactly what he’s doing too. You see that man lying on the couch and showing off his manly form isn’t actually my dad. Not in spirit anyway. It’s actually my best friend Jason inside my dad’s body!

It all started when we were kids. Both me and Jason had pretty shit parents and it was part of the reason we bonded so much. We became each others support whenever we needed it. For me I lived most of my life with my dad after my mom walked out on us when I was very little. Ever since then my dad had been distant and bitter. He wasn’t abusive towards me or anything but he was certainly neglectful to say the least. Jason on the other had definitely got the worse end of the stick with parents that were borderline manipulative and even abusive towards him growing up. I remember telling him all through high school that the moment he turned 18 that he should just get the hell out of there. That day came over a year ago now. Jason turned 18 not long after me but even with the job he had, he still couldn’t afford to move out. Especially with his parents practically stealing half his wage. Before long the two of us were 19 going on 20 soon and Jason still couldn’t see a way of escaping his parents for years to come. That’s when I decided something had to be done.

For weeks the two of us had been brainstorming ideas to get Jason out of his parents house. We considered putting our wages together and renting a place to share but with how much prices had been going up recently, that didn’t seem like a sustainable option right now. Neither of us had other family members we could stay with either. We even considered going to a homeless shelter together but decided that’d probably do more harm than good in the end. After all my home life wasn’t nearly as bad as Jason’s but I wouldn’t wanna leave him alone. After a while we started to lose hope, believing that Jason would just have to put up with his horrible parents for the foreseeable future. That was until I stumbled across a curious shop that I’d somehow never noticed before…

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Gilgamesh’s Magic Shop - For all your magical needs

The shop radiated a strange presence that I couldn’t help being drawn to. “Magical needs?” I raised an eyebrow as I read the large golden letters that adorned the sign that sat on the front of the building. My first thought was that it was one of those fake magic trick shops but it seemed pretty interesting and I didn’t exactly have anything else planned that day so I decided I might as well check it out.

Upon stepping inside I came face to face with a plethora of weird items and objects filling the many shelves around the shop. It all looked incredibly ornate with how well organised and decorated it was. Naturally I couldn’t help poking around a little, inspecting all sorts of books, potion bottles and crystals that all claimed to have magical properties.

“Ah, hello sir!” A man called from behind the front desk. I couldn’t help but jump a little as I could’ve sworn he hadn’t been standing there a second ago. He looked to be in his early 30’s or so but still looked amazing for his age. He had short hair that shimmered in the light with its golden blonde colour while his handsome face adorned a dusting of stubble. The clothes he wore looked rather unusual, almost like a mix between a wizard cloak and casual suit. “My name’s Gilgamesh but most people call me Gil. I’m the owner of this place so if there’s anything in particular you’re looking for then just ask.”

“Oh… um thanks.” I blushed a little at the stunning man’s proposal. “But I don’t think any of this fake magic stuff is gonna help me all that much.”

Gil laughed. “Please. The magic I sell is anything but fake. Here I’ll prove it.” I watched as he walked around the front desk and grabbed a potion bottle off a nearby shelf. Without any hesitation he popped the top off and downed the potion in one go. What I saw changed my view on magic forever. There was a moment of silence as Gil smirked over at me. Then without warning he lurched over and groaned. I could only watch on in astonishment as his once ordinary sized frame began expanding at a rapid rate. Seeing as his clothes grew tighter while his body packed on excessive amounts of fat and muscle. His entire body growing thicker and stronger! It was hard to tell at first but as his clothes started to rip I began to see how he was growing hairier as well! Even his light stubble from before poofed out into a large blonde beard! At first I’d thought the groans meant he was in pain but as the transformation came to an end, after his voice had deepened significantly, I realised they were actually groans of pleasure!

“W-w…what the fuck… just happened!?” I stuttered, looking up at the new man before me.

Gil turned and smiled at me. “Muscle bear potion.” He stated simply. “Does exactly what it says. Turns you into a big muscle bear of a man like so.” The huge shopkeeper gestured down at his now massive burly body. “This one is only temporary and should wear off naturally within a week but we do sell permanent versions as well.” He explained as he made his way back behind the counter once again, struggling to move a little with his big belly and thick appendages straining against the torn fabric of his clothes. “Looks like I’ll have to grab a new uniform from the back to use the next week though. Oh well, I’m sure my boyfriend Simon will enjoy seeing me like this.” He laughed heartily.

Before I stepped foot into that shop I believed magic was nothing but tricks and fantasy. But after witnessing that man transform right before my very eyes, I had no choice but to believe everything about this shop was real! All the spell books, all the magical clothes, all the powerful crystals. It had to all be real!!

After regaining my composure I managed to explain my situation to Gil. Telling him all about Jason and the situation with his parents. Of course Gil sympathised with the situation and told me I was a good friend for sticking by Jason and wanting to help him. He stroked his beard a little as he thought until he came up with a magical solution to my problem. “You know, I think I’ve got just the thing that’ll sort your friend's situation right out.”

Gil began wandering through the shop, searching the shelves for something in particular as I followed behind him. As he did I couldn’t help glancing at his big bear butt from behind and I guess he could feel my eyes on him judging by the look he gave me shortly after. Before long he ended up pulling another vial off the shelf, this one being filled with a shimmering blue liquid. Strapped to the bottle was also a small instruction manual on how to use it. “This should do the trick. Nectar of the bodysnatcher. Its pure liquid essence made from the blood of real bodysnatchers.” He explained though I didn’t even begin to pretend like I knew what he was talking about. “Drinking this will grant you the powers of a bodysnatcher for a one time use. I think it’ll be perfect for your friend Jason.”

Next thing I knew we were back at the cash register. After much reassurance that this potion was exactly what I needed to help Jason, I ended up forking over my cash and buying the strange looking vial while silently hoping I wouldn’t come to regret it.

———

When I first told Jason about what I’d bought he thought I was insane and rightfully so. Before visiting the shop I would’ve been the same. But after a ton of persuasion I managed to get Jason on board with my plan to get him away from his parents. To put him in a whole new body. I’d given it a lot of thought already by this point and had decided on the perfect candidate. My dad. I figured that way I’d be hitting two birds with one stone. Jason can get away from his parents and Jason can take the place of my asshole dad! It was perfect! He was quick to agree to this as he’d always had a bit of a crush on my dad anyways so anything that involved him was a green light from Jason.

Once it was decided, I brought Jason over to my house while my dad was napping and began going through the instructions with him.

STEP 1: Drink the nectar of the bodysnatcher to allow its power to sink in. Drinking the whole vial is recommended for a smoother experience.

Jason was a little hesitant but with a little encouragement from me he twisted the lid off the vial and tossed it back. Before long the entire potion had disappeared down Jason’s throat. Moments later he described a strange feeling pulsing through his body. Almost like he’d just taken a bunch of caffeine as new energy pumped through his veins.

STEP 2: Find a recently worn article of clothing belonging to the person who’s body you wish to take and put it on.

The two of us snuck upstairs as quietly as possible so as not to wake my dad. We could hear him snoring quietly from his bedroom as I reached into the dirty clothes hamper. Moments after I pulled out a pair of my dads smelly black socks that he’d likely worn to work that day before passing them to Jason who immediately pressed them to his nose.

“Oh come on dude. Really?” I whispered, watching my best friend shamelessly huff on my dad’s worn socks. “Just put them on.”

Jason rolled his eyes, giving the socks one last sniff before starting to pull them on. “Whatever man. I still don’t believe this weird magic shit is real but I know your dad’s hot scent is.” He sniggered quietly as he finished tugging the oversized socks on.

STEP 3: Find the person whose body you wish to take and kiss them directly on the lips. This act will activate the magic now within your body.

Now that Jason had my dads socks on, the pair of us crept towards his room as quietly as possible before slowly pressing the door open. There, laid out on the large king sized bed was my dad. His body was only half covered by the bed sheets as he slept in nothing but his underwear from what we could tell. I could already feel Jason’s eyes burning with desire as he gazed upon my sleeping father. He didn’t even care if the magic worked, he just wanted to plant his lips on my dad.

The two of us tiptoed closer until we stood over my dad, gazing down at him while he dreamt. I gave Jason a nod and he knew exactly what to do. Slowly and silently, Jason undressed until he was completely naked besides my dad’s socks before creeping onto the bed. I held my breath nervously as he manoeuvred his way on top of my dad so that he had one leg on each side of my dad’s body. Jason glanced over at me with a smile before looking down at my father again. Then without another second wasted, Jason lowered himself down until his lips pressed against my father’s…

Almost immediately Jason’s body began to glow slightly while a volt of magic surged through both his body and my dad’s. This immediately woke my dad, his eyes going wide as he saw his son’s best friend kissing him. But they couldn’t pull away. It was as if their lips were glued together somehow! I could only watch in bewilderment as my dad started kicking his legs beneath Jason and flailing his arms around but it proved pointless as soon enough he seemed to lose all the strength in his body. Almost like he was paralysed. It seemed as though Jason was experiencing the same thing as his body now laid dead flat on top of my dad. I would’ve been worried had I not heard Jason moaning delightfully through the kiss. Whatever was happening I knew it had to have felt good.

What happened next looked like something directly out of a Sci-fi movie. Jason’s body glowed once again as it slowly began to sink into my dad’s body. At first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me but as I watched Jason’s legs disappear into my dad’s beefier ones, I was forced to believe it. The rest of Jason’s body soon followed suit as his arms were next, Jason lining them up with my dad’s before allowing them to sink in as well. By this point my dad must’ve been experiencing just was much pleasure as Jason was by how his eyes had rolled back, not to mention how they both had obscene bulges that were rubbing against each other. That is until Jason’s crotch sunk into my dad’s as well, causing my dad’s dick to grow even harder. This process only continued with Jason’s torso fast disappearing until the only thing left was his head sticking out of my dad’s body, lips still pressed together. But of course that didn’t last long as even Jason’s head eventually pushed its way down inside of my dad’s head. Sinking into his body completely until my father was the only one left, now wearing the socks Jason had stolen from him.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried when my dad’s body started convulsing. For a moment I considered calling 911 but just as suddenly as it started, the convulsing stopped, leaving my dad’s body still and calm besides the pulsing erection in his underwear. “Dad? Jason?” I asked the sleeping man, not knowing who’s name to call. He didn’t reply. Only grunting and murmuring with his eyes closed. Then, without warning, he let out a deep moan which resulted in the pouch of his underwear getting soaked in cum. I had to look away in embarrassment…

“Whatcha lookin that way for kiddo. The show’s over here…” I heard my dad’s voice say but the tone behind it didn’t sound like him at all. It sounded cheerful almost, totally unlike his usual resentful self. I turned back around and I saw my dad now sitting up in bed with a huge cheesy grin on his face as he ran his hands along his thick hairy pecs. “You know I didn’t believe you at first but holy fuck… this is great! My voice is so deep! And I’m so hairy… fuck and these tattoos.” He traced a finger across the inked skin of one of his biceps while simultaneously admiring the thick muscle it sat upon.

“Jason? Is that really you in there?” I asked, still not quite believing that potion had actually worked even after all I’d just seen.

“Who else baby!” I watched as he hopped out of bed excitedly and dashed over towards my dad’s bedroom mirror. The way his face lit up upon seeing his reflection said everything. “But you can call me dad from now on…” he stroked his beard, admiring the facial hair he’d never been able to grow before as he inspected his mature looks. I could tell just by the expressions he made as his fingers ran across his face and down his body once again that he adored each and every sensation. Groping every part of my dad’s body that he’d always fantasised about touching. His pecs, his biceps, his ass and of course his cock. One of his rough hands glided over his wet crotch as he squeezed his cum soaked dad dick, still bulging in his underwear. The way he smirked so full of lust and desire was a look I never imagined I’d see on my own father’s face. Only after all that did he finally turn back to look at me and say “Unless of course you’d rather call me daddy instead.”

“Eww no! You’re literally my dad now Jason! That’s… weird…” I trailed off a little at the end. I’d never been attracted to my own dad before. Why would I be? He was an asshole!! Sure he might’ve been exactly my type with muscles, body hair and tattoo but… he was fucking dad for fuck sake! So why the fuck did I feel butterflies in stomach when he put a hand on my shoulder.

“I’m just kidding man. But seriously thank you for this. With your dad’s body I never have to go back to my shitty parents. Not to mention I look hot as fuck! I always wished I could fuck your dad but this is a whole other level.” With that he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a big hug, something my dad hadn’t given me since I was a kid. His strong hairy body and sticky crotch grinding against my own. “You’re the best *son* a dad could ask for.” He added, holding me tight in his arms allowing for me to get a good whiff of his scent.

After that I could’ve denied the feelings I had all I wanted but the semi in my pants was a dead giveaway. Jason chuckled as I rushed to hide the bulge but it was too late. My face went red as he gave me a pat on the back. “Don’t worry about it, Son. Can’t blame you for getting a little excited around your old man with how manly I am.” He was already acting so cocky and confident. “Now how’s about you and I head downstairs and go through everything I need to know to pull off being your dear old pops. That is after I’ve taken a nice long shower of course to familiarise myself with this hot dad body heheh.”

By that point I could already tell this was going to be a wild ride…

———

And that brings us back to the present. It’s been two weeks since Jason took my dad’s place and he’s been able to play the part perfectly, albeit coming off as a much friendlier version of my father. Turns out that when Jason took my dad’s body, he absorbed my dad’s soul as well. This in turn allowed Jason to tap into all of my dad’s memories, emotions and personality whenever a situation called for it. For all intents and purposes, he literally was my dad now. Hell he even insisted that I always call him dad even when no one’s around. It was weird at first but I’ve gotten used to it I guess.

He never fails to mention to me how great being inside my dad’s body feels. Whether it be his new muscles as he flexed them in the mirror, or bragging about how big of a load his big dad cock and balls can bust now. Loving his new beard, smacking his new ass, appreciating his new tattoos, gawking over his smelly new armpits and the list goes on. He described to me how great it feels to finally be treated like an equal by all the other adults around him when at work only to come home and boss me around in the most seductive ways possible.

If there’s one thing I do somewhat regret about all this however, it’s that now Jason won’t stop teasing me with his new body every chance he gets. Like today when he’d been laying on the couch in just his underwear, practically waiting for me to walk in on him. Whenever we were home alone he made sure to wear as little as possible to show off his body and I was always trying my utmost to tear my eyes away from him. But when he walked around in the house in nothing but a tight jockstrap that showed off his bare ass, I just couldn’t stop myself from staring and imaging what it’d be like to stick my face between my dads hairy cheeks… fuck! I can’t believe he’s managed to do this to me!

Now here I was scampering out of the living room, trying to get the thoughts of my hot new dad out of my head. Everyday it’d been getting worse. I’d been popping boners to my dad more often and even multiple times a day. It didn’t take long for him to slowly start infuriating my jerk off sessions starting with him crossing my mind for a moment as I jerked off until eventually it got to the point where I was having entire jerk off fantasies around him! Imagining what it’d be like to fuck or be fucked by him. And could you blame me when he was constantly shoving that hot body of his in my face! It was torturous at this point. Like he was slowly trying to wear me down. And it was working.

“Hey son. Why don’t you come back through here and watch some sports with your old man. You can snuggle up to me if you want.” Jason said as he came up behind me and wrapped my dad’s strong arms around me and pressed his arousal against my ass. “Come on, I know you love being close to dad.” He cooed, his voice so deep and soft at the same time that I practically melted on the spot.

Before I knew it Dad had managed to guide me back towards the living room where the two of us sat on the couch together watching sports. Jason had never been that into sports before so I could only guess it was a trait he’d picked up from my father after the takeover. As we watched he made sure to wrap an arm around me to keep me pulled close against his body. I didn’t want to admit it but I actually really enjoyed getting to be this close to him now. To feel his hairy body pressed against me as the scent from his pits filled my nostrils. It was driving me crazy.

At one point during the game, dad decided to stuff his free hand down his briefs to fondle his fat hairy balls. Just watching him do such a thing made me horny as fuck to the point where I wished I could’ve been the one cradling his big balls instead. Of course this was all according to dad’s plan as quickly noticed I’d lost all interest in the TV and was now totally focused on him. With a smirk dad pulled his hand out of his briefs and without a second of hesitation he pressed that very hand against my face.

“There you go boy. Huff on that.” He commended as the powerful aroma of his sweaty dad balls invaded my nose and overpowered all my senses. Before I knew it I was sinking deep into his hand, sniffing the scent deeply and craving even more. I knew it was wrong. It was my dad’s body. My dad’s balls. My dad’s scent. But… I craved it so fucking badly! And I only had myself to blame for giving my best friend that damn body!

In a flash I was down on my knees and between dad’s legs as I shoved my face into his pouch. Feeling the heft of his heavy balls press against my face through the tight fabric of his briefs. Allowing the powerful smell to wash over my face. He held my head down, forcing me to kiss and lick his bulge as his thick length grew harder. I wanted nothing more than to take it in my mouth and swallow every last drop of cum he had stored in my dad’s balls. And as he finally pulled down his briefs, allowing his thick cock to spring out in front of me, it seemed as though I was about to get my wish.

What followed was a scene of a father relentlessly face fucking his son as dad absolutely destroyed my throat with his cock. It was clear he’d been waiting to do this ever since I helped him steal that body. Thrusting his hips back and forth as he forced his thick cock as far down my throat as he could, making sure that I gagged on every glorious inch. I have no idea how long it went on for as I was still entranced by his aroma and by just how good it felt to feel his thick dad dick in my mouth but soon enough his moan started to grow and before I knew it my mouth was filled to the brim with thick salty cum.

I fell backwards having just swallowed my best friend's load. No… my dad’s load. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done but at the same time I didn’t find myself regretting it either. If anything I wanted to do it again right! When I sat back up I was of course greeted by a view of my dad’s softening cock as it dripped with cum. “You’re such a good boy for swallowing all of daddy’s cum.” He placed a gentle hand on my cheek, smiling softly. “As a reward, I might let you sleep in my bed tonight. Maybe then dad can give you a demonstration on how real men fuck. How’s that sound?”

“Oh yes please dad! I need your dick inside me!” I blurted out without thinking. I couldn’t believe how much of a slut he’d turned me into.

Dad chuckled softly before shoving my face back into his crotch. “If you clean me up nice and good, I’ll make sure your wish comes true son.” He didn’t need to say another word, I was already licking away. Dad went back to watching TV while I cleaned off his cock. Lapping up any remaining cum dripping from his cock before running my tongue across his soft, but still surprisingly large, shaft. Even after that I couldn’t stop myself from licking his big sweaty balls which dad didn’t seem to mind. God they tasted incredible…

And as tongue slid back and forth, I couldn’t help but be thankful that I found that strange Magic shop when I did. To think that magic not only existed but could make something as crazy as this a reality?! Maybe I’ll have to head back there sometime and pick out something for myself. After all, Dad won’t stop going on about how amazing it feels to have a bigger, more mature body. Maybe I should find a way to get one myself to see what all the fuss is about…

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The Parental Solution - Loose Ends

(Make sure to read The Original Story first!)

I woke up to a sight I never imagined I’d see. My own dad sound asleep next to me in bed. A couple weeks it would’ve seemed insane. Sleeping in bed next to my dad who I could tell was naked just by how close we were under the sheets. Not that I could say anything since I was as well. I listened to him snore ever so slightly as I reflected on how the hell I’d even managed to get in this situation.

My best friend Jason took over my dad’s body using the potion I bought from a magic shop so he could get away from his terrible parents. Immediately after he picked up on my hidden crush for my dad and started teasing me about it all the time. Whispering dirty things in my ear using my dad’s raspy voice. Wear almost nothing around the house to show off his body to me whenever he could. And with everyday it got harder and harder to hide my growing lust for him. Finally he managed to tip me over the edge last night by sticking a hand into the bulge of his underwear before shoving that very same hand in my face moments later once it smelled deeply of my dad’s balls. After that I lost it and was sucking him off in the middle of the living room while he watched sports on TV as I finally gave in and started calling him Dad rather than Jason, even referring to him by my dad’s name Bryce from time to time. Then later in the evening, after he’d made me swallow his load and clean off his cock and balls, he made me service the rest of his body as well. That is until he’d recharged and decided to scoop me up before carrying me to his bedroom with a smug look on that stolen mature face of his.

Remembering what happened after that only made my ass throb more than it already did. My ‘Dad’ practically ripped open my clothes and tossed me onto the bed before drilling his dick into me in lord knows how many different positions for what felt like hours. All the while telling me how he was plowing me with the same dick that made me. I know I should’ve hated it but… I didn’t. I loved it. I loved every fucking second. And even as I looked over at him in bed with me, his morning wood pressing against the bed sheets, part of me wanted him to do it all again right then and there. Unfortunately I didn’t think my ass could handle another pounding just yet.

With a sigh I got up out of bed as quietly as possible to not wake my dad up. I tugged on some of my clothes from yesterday and made my way downstairs where I brewed myself a hot cup of coffee. I put some bread in the toaster and waited a couple minutes for it to pop out again before spreading some butter on it and digging in. Having some nice toast in the morning was certainly one way to try and distract myself from my painfully pulsing anus.

My attention however was then turned from my breakfast to a knocking at the door. It was a brisk but loud knock, as if made by someone that didn’t particularly want to be doing it. Regardless I set down made toast, wiped off my hands and marched towards the front door. I groggily opened up and of all the people I thought might’ve been knocking at our door, the man that I saw stood on the other side was the last person I could’ve imagined.

He was a middle aged albeit very handsome man. About average height with a sturdy body that’d definitely seen some time in the gym. He adorned a well trimmed salt and pepper haircut with a short beard that accentuated his somewhat thick mustache. But he wasn’t just any hot older daddy. He was Jason’s fucking dad!“Mr Simmons?”

“Ah. Aaron…” I could tell by the sour look on his face that he wasn’t exactly pleased to see me. “Is your father home? I’d like to speak to him.” He asked in a forcefully polite tone.

I had to stop myself from blushing at the mention of my own dad as my mind couldn’t help flashing back to last night. “Uhh yeah but he’s still in bed right now. Long day at work yesterday and what not…” I lied.

Mr Simmons sighed. “In that case I’ll ask you. It’s about my son. Jason.” He began and already I was trying even harder not to blush at the mention of my best friend turned father. “He’s been missing for over two weeks now and we haven’t found a single trace of him anywhere. It’s driving his mother and I mad. We’d begun to think the stupid boy had just ran off on his own until just the other day I was told someone saw him going into your house the night he disappeared. You wouldn’t know anything about that would you? Boy.” His tone turned threatening very fast.

“N-no. I have no idea where Jason is. All we did was hang out and then I thought he went home. I’ve got no idea where he is.” I expressed, clearly intimidated by the scouting man in front of me. Obviously it was another lie but what else could I say? Oh yeah sorry Mr Simmons but your son took over my dad’s body because you’re such an asshole and a terrible father? Yeah no. Unfortunately the older man didn’t seem pleased with my answer.

“Yeah? Well I think you know more about this than you’re telling me. I know you were the one always filling Jason’s head with all the queer bullshit. Trying to turn him into a faggot like you unlike the Christian man his mother and I have been raising him to be.” And there it was. One huge part of the reason Jason had hated his parents so much. On top of all the abuse and manipulation, they were also homophobic bible thumpers. I still remember Jason telling me how they’d always drag him to church while telling him he’d go to hell if he wasn’t straight and christian like they were. Apparently I was the only person he’d felt comfortable coming out to after all that. “You probably convinced him to run away with a bunch of those disgusting fairies didn’t you.” He continued to accuse, his fists balling up slightly.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel extremely intimidated at that moment. “I already told you. I don’t know where Jason is! He didn’t tell me anything alright! If I did, I promise I would tell you.” Once again bending the truth quite significantly but it was all I could do. Thankfully he seemed to buy it for now.

“Fine.” He relaxed his shoulders slightly, no longer looking as though he was gonna beat the shit out of me. “But if I find out you had anything to do with this…” his scowl was more evident than ever as he poked his finger against my chest. “I’ll make sure your faggot ass gets sent to hell sooner than you think.” And with an angry snuff he backed away before turning to leave, prompting me to let out a huge sigh of relief. Thankful to still be in one piece.

Seconds later I heard a pair of heavy footsteps behind me followed by a familiar set of thick arms wrapping around me. “Who was that?” Bryce, my new and improved dad, asked as he kissed my neck.

“It was your asshole father.”

Bryce immediately looked up to see the man marching away from our house. His former father. Before he took over this body of course. “Jesus… sorry you had to deal with him.” He apologised to me. “Though, this might be weird of me to say but, Mr Simmons is pretty hot now I think about it.” He admitted, knowing I couldn’t exactly judge him for it all things considered. “He’s got a pretty nice ass don't ya think?” As he said that I could already feel his hard cock pressing up against my back.

Naturally I couldn’t help checking out the ass of that bible thumper, still being just close enough for me to get a good view of how well those jeans framed it. “I guess so… I mean he’d probably be super fucking hot if he wasn’t such homophobic piece of shit among other things.” As I’d already admitted to myself, the man was a total daddy stud just like my own dad.

“If only a body like that belonged to someone who actually deserved it…” He murmured in my ear with a grin.

Right away I knew exactly what he was implying. But could I do that?! I mean his dad has quite the reputation around here. Being revered by some of the more radical church goers in the community as the perfect example of what a man should be while being hated by most others for being a complete dickhead. Even a lot of other Christian’s around here didn’t like him for how much he screamed about how the rest of us are gonna go to hell or whatever. Especially when it comes to the LGBTQ community. It was honestly disgusting the way he acted most of the time, even towards his own son. Yet I couldn’t help but agree that because of all that… maybe he didn’t deserve such a hot body.

———

There was a jingle as the door to a familiar magic shop opened up. “So this is where you got that crazy potion from before huh?” Bryce asked as he walked inside first, myself following close behind him. He looked around marvelling at the well decorated shop as his eyes scanned across all sorts of items that would seemingly have some kind of magical property I hidden within them.

“Yup. This is the place. I thought it was all fake when I first came here.” I replied as we made our way towards the front desk. However, the man standing at the desk wasn’t the same guy who’d served me last time. He wore the same strange uniform as the other guy had but it was a slightly older looking man this time. I couldn’t put my finger on it but he had a very ‘high school teacher’ vibe about him with the silver flecked hair and the glasses.

He smiled and ushered us over. “Welcome sirs! What can I help you with!” He asked enthusiastically. “We’ve got all sorts of magical items on sale here. Some are even sample-able!”

At first I assumed this was just another dude that helped run the shop. That is until I saw his name tag. “Simon? The guy who helped me out last time I was here was named Gil. He mentioned you were his boyfriend. When I was here he took a potion that made him huge and hairy to prove the magic was real.” I laughed

“Oh so you’re the customer he did that for eh? If I remember correctly he told me you bought nectar of the bodysnacher. How was it? Get the body you wanted?” He asked curiously.

I shrugged and turned to my dad who was standing behind and motioned towards him. “I dunno you’re gonna have to ask him. He’s the one who used it.” I explained. “He’s actually my best friend Jason. Same age as me. But we used the nectar so he could take over my dad’s body. And if you ask me he’s a better dad than my old one ever was!” I smirked, having fully embraced having a horny dad that wanted to fuck me.

“Woah! Now that’s something.” Simon commented. “Good choice though if I may add.” His eyes ran up and down Bryce’s body. The muscled dad had decided to wear some of his tightest clothes to show off every inch of his form, leaving very little to the imagination when it came to the curves of his muscles and the bulge in his crotch area.

“So what about Gil?” I wondered. “Did that potion finally wear off?”

Simon chuckled a little. “Well… uhhh no actually. It should’ve worn off by now but I’m gonna be honest, I was obsessed with what that muscle bear potion did to him. He’s so thick now that hardly any of his clothes fit and the few that do are skin tight. He’s got that massive jiggling belly and such thick arms and legs. God don’t even get me started on his huge ass. And all that body hair just drives me crazy!” He went on a bit of tangent about every minor detail of Gil’s new bear bod. “Long story short, I might’ve begged him to some more temporary muscle bear potions to extend the effects of it.” He admitted with a slightly embarrassed look. “I was thinking of even asking him to take a permanent one that doesn’t have a time limit hahah…”

“God that sounds hot…” Bryce chirped in, his own stolen cock pressing tightly against his pants as he pictured everything this man was saying.

“Anyway. Sorry. That was slightly unprofessional of me to share all that.” Simon stood up a little straighter and attempted to hide his own boner. “Oh! And speak of the devil!” He added, looking past me and Bryce.

The pair of us turn to see a huge bear of a man appearing from behind one of the aisle. I recognised him right away as the same man that sold me that potion last time I was here. Gilgamesh! And just like Simon had said, that potion certainly hadn’t worn off. He was even now wearing the same clothes as last time except a much bigger size to accommodate his bigger body. He recognised me right away and came up to say hello.

“Hey what’s up! Is this your friend that you told me about?” Gil asked as his eyes scanned Bryce’s body just like Simon’s had.

“Yup! But now I’ve gotta call him Dad.” I went on to explain everything to Gil. Telling him all about how Bryce and I had snuck into my Dad’s room while he was asleep after getting Bryce to drink the nectar and putting a pair of my dad’s used socks. We even ended up telling him about how our relationship had progressed to… new depths since then.

“Well I’m glad to hear everything worked out for the two of you!” Gil said as he went in for a big bear hug. “Sorry. Side effect of the muscle bear potion. Makes me wanna bear hug everyone.” He apologised with a guffaw though I certainly didn’t mind being squeezed against his big belly. “Anyway, as much as I love seeing the aftermath of one of my sales, I get the feeling you’re here for something else.”

Bryce and I shared a glance. “Well you see. There’s a man that lives on our street. Total asshole. Harasses those who don’t go to church. Threatens innocent people that do things he doesn’t agree with. And treated his own son like dirt.” Bryce began using my dad’s gruff voice, knowing he used to be that son before everything changed for the better. “But the thing… despite all that he’s still hot as fuck.”

I took over from there. “So the two of us have decided that someone as horrible as him doesn’t deserve to have such an incredible body and that someone else should be given it instead. So we were hoping you might still have some of that bodysnachers nectar around here?” I wiggled my eyebrows a little at the man who’s name was displayed on the shop sign.

Gil smirked. “Ahhh I see. Well in that case we better go take a look.” He enthusiastically slung a big hairy arm over my shoulder before leading Bryce and I over to the very same aisle he’d taken me to last time. I could see out of the corner of my eye how Bryce was stopping here and there to read the labels and descriptions of certain items. My attention however was swiftly brought back to Gil as the burly man stopped in front of some rather empty looking shelves. “Ahhh yes. A large group of old men came here the other day and bought a bunch of bodysnatcher’s nectar in bulk. They were planning something about sneaking into a college frat house and taking over all the young jocks there I think. They wouldn’t stop talking about wanting to be young dumb and full of… well you get the idea.” He explained nonchalantly. Just the idea of that had me hard as fuck. “But if you’re lucky… there might just be…” Gil stuck his arm down the shelf and reached right towards the back until his meaty hand finally grabbed something. “One left at the back!” He he pulled out one last bodysnatcher’s nectar with a big cheesy grin before handing me the vial.

“Thanks so much Gil! I’ll promise I’ll put those to good use. You can count on that!” I reassured him. “How much do I owe ya again?” I reached into my pocket for some money but as I did the bigger man stopped me.

“It’s on the house this time.” He generously offered. “All I ask in return is that you come back again once you’ve taken your new body so my boyfriend and I can judge for ourselves just how hot this asshole really is.” Gil gave me a reassuring pat on the back. “Besides, judging by how interested your ‘Dad’ is in those spell books, I suspect the two of you’ll be bringing us some more business soon enough.” He gestured over towards Bryce who had his nose deep in one of said spell books.

———

“Do you remember where the spare key is?” I whispered, now stood outside Jason’s old house where both of his religious parents of course still lived. Bryce didn’t say a word. He simply reached up and into the hanging flower basket above my head before pulling out a key. “I’ll take that as a yes.” We discreetly unlocked the front door, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible as we slipped inside.

With how many times Jason had been to my house over the years, I’d never actually been to his. I gotta say though, it’s exactly what I’d imagined. Dull, muted colours. Mundane decorations and furniture. Crosses hung up on half the walls in the house. There was even a huge bible quote on one of the living room walls as if it were a live laugh love sign. And the awkward, blank faced family photos only made it weirder.

“Now you can see why I hated living here.” Bryce stated bluntly. He almost always acted like my dad to an extent but right now he couldn’t help remembering his old life before becoming a dilf and it wasn’t pleasant. “Let’s just get on with this. My parents' room is upstairs.” He hurried us along, ascending the steep staircase.

Before long he led us to a rather large and tidy bedroom. Freshly cleaned sheets, sparkling mirrors, not a single item of clothing lying around. If I had to give Jason’s parents something, they were definitely clean and organised. Not that it was much everything else considered. I didn’t let the cleanliness distract me from the reason we were here though. “So. Where’s your dad’s stuff?”

“Over here.” Bryce took us over to the left side of the bed. There he swiftly yanked open a few of the bedside drawers until he eventually pulled one open filled with men’s socks and underwear. “This is his. Grab something quick. It won’t be long before he’s back from work.”

I reached into the draw and quickly pulled out a pair of white socks with black stripes on them. “And you’re sure your mom isn’t gonna be with him or anything?”

He shook his head. “Nope. She works late on Monday’s. She shouldn’t be back till the late evening. We’ll have hours to do this before she even leaves work.” Bryce explained. “My dad on the other hand should be here any second so you’d better drink that magic stuff now.”

I didn’t argue. Right away I reached into my pocket and pulled out the vial. Nectar of the bodysnatcher. The very same stuff that’d given Bryce the more mature body he flaunted now. I twisted off the lid and without a second thought downed the entire thing. Right away I could feel something strange. It was the magic settling inside my body and waiting to be activated. Once that was done I kicked off my own shoes and socks before tugging on the clean socks belonging to none other than Nolan Simmons.

“Did you feel it?” Bryce asked.

“Feel what?”

“The spark. When you pulled the socks on?”

I had no idea what he was talking about. “Spark? What spark?”

He looked just as confused as me. “A couple weeks back when I pulled on your dad’s socks before taking his body, I felt a weird spark the moment I pulled them on. You’re saying you didn’t-” Bryce cut himself off as suddenly we heard the front door swing open and a familiar voice from downstairs muttering about how his stupid wife hadn’t locked the door before leaving this morning. Well if we needed any more proof that he was an asshole, there it was.

“Shit, shit. Quick! Hide!” I whispered in a panicked voice. We did exactly as we’d planned. Bryce quickly hid behind the bedroom door while I hid in the closet. I feel like there might’ve been some irony there but I was far more distracted by the sound of Mr Simmons’s angry footsteps ascending the stairs. As he did I could only hope everything went according to plan otherwise Bryce and I would probably end up in a jail cell.

Quickly the footsteps reached the top of the stairs before trudging down the hallway and towards the bedroom. Bryce readied himself. Another moment or two passed by and my heart practically skipped a beat when I saw the same man that’d been threatening me this morning enter the room through the cracks in the closet door. He seemed as though he was heading in my direction and immediately I began to think of what a man like that would do if he found me hiding in here. Luckily however, before he could reach the closet, Bryce came out from behind the door before quickly sneaking up on the man and grabbing him from behind without warning! Restraining the man he once called his father as best he could.

“W-WHAT THE!? GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!” Mr Simmons shouted in a blaze of shock and panic. “LET GO OF ME YOU-GRAHH!” His protest was interrupted as James forced his former father to the ground. Nolan Simmons might’ve been strong but my dad was pretty strong in his own right. Strong enough to overpower Nolan in a surprise situation like this. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!? WHO ARE YOU?!” He continued to scream and shout, not being able to get a proper look at the man that was holding him down.

“Stop struggling asshole. Just give in and soon you’ll feel soooo much better.” Bryce cooed into the protesting man’s ear.

Nolan's eyes went wide. He recognised that voice. The voice of a man he once had a close friendship with that was eventually ripped apart. All because their sons began hanging out and ‘encouraging each other to be queer’ as Nolan put it. “Hold on…Bryce??”

“You’re half right.” I cut the struggling man off as I stepped out from my hiding spot. “You know when you came to my house this morning asking about Jason? Well. I lied. I know exactly where your son is.” I took a few steps closer until I was stood looking down at the very same man that’d seemed so intimidating to me not so long ago. “He’s right there, holding you down.” I said bluntly, causing Mr Simmon’s face to twist in confusion. “I’ve gotta say he makes a much more loving father than you and my former dad combined.” I taunted.

The bible thumper could hardly believe or even understand what he was hearing so instead he resorted to throwing a slurry of homophobic slurs at the two of us. All the while trying in vain to kick his way out of Bryce’s grip. Usually hearing those kinds of hurtful words would’ve pissed both of us off but right now, knowing what was to come for this man, we couldn’t help but pity him. Even if he didn’t deserve it.

“Lift him up a little for me would you dad?. I’ve gotta kiss him to activate the magic, remember?” I asked.

Bryce smirked, adjusting his position a little before carefully maneuvering himself and the other man until Nolan was on his knees with his arms restrained and his ankles pinned. Unable to move. “How’s that?”

“Perfect.” I said while getting a better look at the body before me. That handsome face that seemed so masculine yet somewhat adorable at the same time. Those pecs pressing tightly against his shirt. That noticeable bulge in his work pants. And so sooo much more. And Nolan didn’t deserve a single bit of it. But I did. Then much to the man’s disgust, I stripped off all my clothes in a blink of an eye leaving only the pair of stolen socks on my feet. Standing proud with a victorious look on my face as I let my average dick swing free infront a homophobe.

Part of me wanted to bask in the moment a little more but I was far too eager to get this underway. And so I quickly got down onto my knees and before Nolan could do anything to stop me, I pressed my lips hard against his. He tried to recoil but he couldn’t go far. I had him… or at least I thought I did. I kissed him for a good 10 seconds or so and nothing happened to the point where I eventually found myself pulling away.

“W-what?” I muttered, not understanding why it hadn’t worked. At the same time Nolan took the opportunity to spit at me and shout even more slurs. Even angrier than before as he called us before disgusting perverts. I asked Bryce and he didn’t seem to have any idea either… that is until I remembered what he’d said earlier just after I’d pulled on the socks. “Wait… no spark.” I mumbled. That’s when it hit me. Step 2 of getting the nectar to work was wearing a recently worn article of clothing. These socks were washed and put away unlike the dirty pair of socks Bryce used when he took over my Dad.

“What is it Aaron?! Why didn’t it work?” Bryce asked, starting to get a little worried as they didn’t really have a backup plan.

“I think I know.” I pulled off the fresh socks I’d stolen before walking around and behind to two men. “Just keep him still. I’m gonna try something.” I crouched down and shuffled between Bryce’s legs a little until I had easy access to Nolan’s large brown loafers. Against his wishes I slipped his shoes off and put them to one side, finding it hard to ignore the strong scent that came with them. Unleashing those large socked feet. “If these don’t work then nothing will.” I stated before gripping the sweaty black socks and pulling them off Nolan’s feet one at a time. And I knew I probably shouldn’t since I criticised Bryce for doing it before but I couldn’t help giving the pungent socks a quick sniff. With that I made my way back around in front of them.

“What!? You wanna huff on my socks now you disgusting cock sucker!?!” Nolan yelled.

I took the large pair of socks and began tugging them on. “Oh I want a whole lot more than that.” Just then, as I pulled the second sock on, I felt it. The spark. Coursing through my body. My confidence that’d been wavering momentarily then rushed back in full stride. “I want to touch, smell and see your body wherever I go. I want to turn your homophobic ass into homo this side of the earth. I want… you.” There was an almost crazed look in my eyes that even spooked Bryce a little as I grabbed the sides of Nolan’s head. “And now. You’re going to be all mine.” And with that I slammed my lips against his with even more passion than before. Feeling his thick mustache forced to rub against my upper lips while he groaned in protest through the kiss, unable to stop me.

His groans of protest would quickly turn to grunts of fears as the magic began to activate. It seemed all I needed was a more recently worn pair of socks as now our lips were stuck together and impossible to part. Seeing that the process had begun, Bryce let go of his father and the first thing the panicking man tried to do was pull away from me. But to no avail. Because of this Nolan began freaking out! Forcing both of us up to our feet before stumbling around the room. For a second Bryce looked as though he was about to step in again until I used all my strength to push Nolan onto the bed causing him to fall back onto the soft sheets with my naked body on top of him. And before he had another chance to move I wrapped my arms and legs around him tight.

Nolan made every effort to break free but I’d latched on tight and wasn’t about to let go. Before he could fight against me any further though, the most delightful sensation imaginable passed over my entire being causing me to let out an involuntary moan into the kiss. And to my surprise Nolan made a similar groan. His eyes had begun to roll back slightly as I could only imagine a similar sensation had overtaken him. If anything he must’ve been in even more ecstasy than I was judging by how his thick rod had begun to harden in his pants, causing his bulge to rub up against me. But through all the grunts and groans I could tell he still wanted to fight but the pleasure that ran through him was draining any strength he might’ve had to fight back against me. Before long Nolan's body couldn’t help but give in to me and before long, the next phase was underway.

It’d been one thing seeing Jason disappear inside my dad’s body but actually feeling my own body and limbs begin to get sucked inside Nolan’s large muscular frame was something else entirely! My hands were one of the first things to go, phasing through his shirt and into his back as I still had my arms wrapped around him. My legs then began naturally aligning themselves with Nolan’s bulky ones before slowly sinking in. The feeling was beyond anything I’d ever imagined. Even as my torso began to lower itself into the older man’s frame, there wasn’t even an ounce of pain. Nothing but pure bliss as my entire form went completely numb! I rubbed my crotch against his as much as I possibly could before that too phased through the man’s pants and was pulled down into his body.

Soon enough my arms, legs, ass and cock had all disappeared, pulled inside Nolan’s body much to his distain. Honestly I was surprised he hadn’t gone delirious from the raw amount of satisfaction the magic seemed to bring. Yet somehow he regained some semblance of awareness only to be horrified seeing my torso sinking into his. He practically screamed into the kiss as our eyes were forced to meet. His eyes were darting all over frantically, trying to move his body but feeling too weak to do anything. It was too late anyway as I could feel my face drawing nearer to his as even that was being pulled down at last along with the rest of my head. Before long my vision completely blanked out…

After that Nolan regained full control of his body to an extent. “N-NO! Get out of meeee! Gahhhh!…” he yelled and grunted, feeling my presence inside of his body. But despite his best efforts he couldn’t fight against me nor could he stop his cock from getting unbearably hard. He practically begged Bryce to help him but the idle man did nothing but watch in satisfaction, finally getting to see his horrible father get exactly what he deserved. “Y-you’re demons! Both of you! Unholy demons!!” He claimed while writhing around on the bed, struggling to control himself. He tried to get up from the bed but his cock pulsed even harder, threatening to burst out of his pants at any moment. His balls swelling up fatter than ever before as they prepared to unload every ounce of his free will. “Nooooo… I can’t… I-Urrghhh…” He grabbed at his crotch uncontrollably, mouth hanging open with the overflow of stimulation being forced through it until finally… “FUUUUCKKKKK GRAHHHHHhhhhhhhuuuhh…” What started as a massive roar of protest slowly faded as Nolan blew the fattest load of his life. A massive dark spot forming over his bulge as he flooded his pants with cum.

The second Nolan spilled his ball batter, I found myself being hurled into the driver’s seat. Right away I was hit with the tail end of the orgasm and couldn’t help grinning. Feeling my new fat cock buck as it squirted a few final ropes of dad nut into my already sticky pants. “Ohh yeahhhhh…” I let out a huge sigh of relief knowing that I’d won. Even as the cum soaked into my new work pants, I could feel Nolan soul being absorbed by my own. Feeling every memory and personality trait of his slowly became accessible to me as I became the one and only Nolan Simmons.

“How do you feel Nolan?” Bryce moved closer towards the bed, knowing now that the man he’d once hated was gone for good. Replaced by someone far superior. Me.

I grumbled a little, holding my head before slowly sitting up. I glanced down at myself, seeing the thick muscle I now adorned still hidden underneath Nolan’s clothes. I even had on the same black socks that I’d stolen from him again. Back on the feet they were meant for. I flexed my arms a little, feeling my biceps strain against my shirt before bringing my hands to my chest so I could feel juicy pecs that sat upon it. God feeling this kind of bulk on another man was one thing but feeling it on myself was a whole other level of euphoric. Feeling the power that now flowed through my bigger and stronger body with every movement I made. “I feel fucking fantastic Bryce.” I replied while running a hand over my wet bulge.

Slowly I pushed myself up off the bed, my new larger feet touching the ground for the first time. I wobbled a little at first, not used to my new weight, but I quickly adjusted. Bryce simply stood back and allowed me to explore myself for a moment. Watching on as I made my way towards the circular mirror sat on the dresser. And what I saw made me feel a whole flurry of emotions. Staring back at me was the same handsome face that’d been screaming obscenities at us not moments prior. The piercing eyes belonging to the homophobe that made Jason’s life a living hell for so many years. The salt and pepper hair along with this beard and mustache that were trademarks of a man that embodied all the worst parts of the christian community. But I was none of those things. I might’ve stolen his dashing looks and gorgeous body but I was a proud gay man and an ally to all others in the LGBTQ community. Something the old Nolan would’ve despised being. But what he wanted didn’t matter because I was Nolan now and I plan on putting a hot ass body like this to far better use.

Not being able to resist the temptation, I pulled off my new shirt before tossing it at Bryce so I could finally get a better look at what I was working with and I certainly wasn’t disappointed. Though he kept in very good shape, the old Nolan wasn’t one to show off his physique all that often so I’d never had the luxury of seeing him shirtless before. But if anything that only made this moment sweeter as I freed my new pecs from their prison and began groping them to my hearts content. Adoring how squishy they were but so firm when I flexed them. Admiring the dusting of chest hair that spread across them. I was only able to pull my hands away from my chest when the desire to flex my biceps again grew too strong to ignore.

Once I was satisfied with the admiration I’d given to my broad upper body (for now), my gaze couldn’t help shifting towards my lower half. A toothy grin spread across my face that seemed extremely out of character for this face as I unhooked my belt and undid pants. I could feel Bryce's eyes watching intently and I yanked down both my pants and cum soaked underwear at the same time, allowing my still half hard cock to spring out. And what a cock it was. It’s length was about average sitting at around 6 inches but god the girth! It was one of the thickest chicks I’d ever seen from the base all the way up to its fat mushroom head which was still drooling cum. And it was mine along with the heavy set of balls that came with it. No wonder Nolan always acted like a hard ass with a pair of bull nuts this big to inflate his ego.

I went on to admire my legs a little after getting over the initial shock that came with my new still twitching dick. Running my hands along my sizeable quads before giving my bulky calves a squeeze. But by far what stole the show was my hot muscle dad ass. We’d already gotten a good idea of how big it was by how its shape was still visible even through some of Nolan’s baggiest pants. But now we got the full show. Nolan’s thick cheeks on full display. And naturally it didn’t take long for me to start squeezing and jiggling them to your delight. Though, considering how the rest of my body had a decent coating of hair, I was surprised to feel how smooth my new ass was.

“You havin fun over there…” Bryce commented, prompting me to turn my attention to him for a moment. When I did I noticed he’d at some point whipped out his own dick as was slowly jerking it to the display I’d been putting on. I guess deep down we were both hot for daddy. Our own daddies at that.

“I’ll be having even more fun when I get this tight virgin hole of mine stretched.” I paced over towards Bryce, giving him a truly affectionate look that he doubt he’d ever seen on his fathers face before. “So how’s about you get in the bed and get your cock ready for me.” I commanded, allowing Nolan’s somewhat dominant nature to seep through.

I didn't need to ask him twice. In a flash Bryce was completely naked, showing off his hairy body once again, before practicing leaping onto the bed with his hands behind his head and his cock standing tall and ready. Now this was a sight. Two best friends stealing the body of each other’s dad only to wanna fuck one another immediately after. In Nolan’s case I suppose it was somewhat poetic justice for everything that he did and said. But it didn’t really matter because the only Nolan left around here was me.

With a lustful smirk I sauntered my way towards the bed before crawling on top of Bryce. Allowing my brand new dad ass to hover gently above his cock as we stared into each other’s eyes. Completely lost in the fantasy of it all until I lent down and pushed my lips against his. It was probably the first time these lips had ever kissed another man willingly but it certainly wouldn’t be the last as I felt our beards gently rubbing together while our kiss deepened. As it did I slowly lowered my ass until Bryce’s throbbing cock was massaging my entrance.

It was then that I broke the kiss and pinned Bryce down with my newfound strength. “Now. I’d say it’s about time we use that big dad dick of yours son to fill your old man’s needy hole.” I sneered down at him, letting him know exactly how I felt all those times he used my dad’s voice to call me son. And by the way his dick began lathering my ass with precum moments later, I could only assume he enjoyed it. However I didn’t let him waste too much of his precious seed before reaching back and grabbing his cock, aligning it perfectly with my hole. “Now gimme that dick!” I roared before lowering myself onto the rod with a deep and guttural moan.

Right away I got to work. Bouncing up and down on that dick as best I could while holding Bryce down. It was intense to say the least. With an asshole this tight I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t quite painful at first but I was willing to push through it if it meant being able to take cock even better with this formerly straight christian ass in the future. At times I moaned my own dad’s name, Bryce, while at other times moaning his original name, Jason, in an attempt to fulfil both our fantasies at once. But as I was slowly able to force more and more of his dick inside me, I eventually stopped calling him Jason all together and decided just to stick to Bryce. Because that’s who he was now. My boyfriend Bryce. Another dad that lives across the street from me. Nolan. A former homophobe turned gay power bottom. Aaron and Jason were simply the names of our two sons who ran off together and memories of them would soon fade into obscurity.

At multiple points I could tell Bryce was eager to flip up over and do the fucking himself but I refused to let him. I might’ve been the one getting fucked here but I was still the one in charge. Whether he liked it or not he was gonna stay put and be my personal fuck pole until I was nice and full. And between all the kissing, touching and dirty talking, I could tell that time was starting to grow near. His balls prepared themselves for the tsunami that was bound to come at this rate.

Feeling this only served to drive me further onwards. Making sure to grind my thick dad butt all the way down to the base. Honestly I didn’t think I’d be able to do it on this body’s first time taking dick but lo and behold I pulled it off. It was painful but boy, just the feeling of filling this new ass of mine completely with cock released an almost incomparable amount of dopamine in my brain. The only thoughts running through my mind were ‘dick’ and ‘cum’ as the levels of joy I was feeling almost matched the pleasure I got from hearing Bryce’s moans echoing through the household. Moans that only continued to get louder and needier until finally I got exactly what I wanted.

The man below me tensed up as his cock began to spasm inside me. I didn’t need three guesses to know what that meant. Especially when I felt his thick hot seed coating my insides while I drained Bryce’s balls to the last drop. Watching as he writhed in pleasure beneath me while unloading buckets worth of cum inside. Seeing his hands grip the bed sheets as his former father pressed his ass down on it a couple more times. Continuing to bounce on his cock until he begged me to stop due to how sensitive it was. Eventually, when I felt as though his cock had nothing left to give me, I adhered to his pleas and released his cock from my asshole’s tight grip.

“Better get used to that babe. From now on I plan on making you drain at least one load into me everyday. This new ass of mine is hungry.” I grinned deviously at him before kissing along his neck, feeling my new mustache rub against his skin. “Your dad was wasting it for so long so I’m gonna make up for all the years he neglected this beautiful ass.” My face moved closer to the hairy pit under his arm. “Mmmm now it’s time for papa to get a good taste of that!” I stated before shoving my nose deep into one of his sweaty armpits and inhaling the gorgeous post sex scent they exuded. I couldn’t help but notice how they smelt subtly different now that I was sniffing them with a different nose. Regardless, they still smelt just delicious. So much so that before long I was running my tongue along his pits greedily to lap up the sweat.

“Do you think… we should head back… to my place before… your wife gets home.” Bryce said between labored breaths.

“I suppose so.” I agreed. “Let me just finish cleaning off your pits. Then we can grab some of my clothes and get out of here.” I added before lapping up more of that delicious salty sweat his hairy pits produced.

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It’d been roughly three weeks since that day. After we left Nolan's house that day, we hardly ever went back. We took everything of Nolan’s that I might need and brought them back to our place where we stayed after that. Of course my new Wife was furious when I said I was leaving her for Bryce but there wasn’t shit she could do about it. I even told her all about the furious gay sex we had and how he satisfied me more than she ever could by filling me up with cum. It might sound harsh but she wasn’t much better of a parent than the old Nolan so it was karma really. After that she was quick to file for a divorce which I was happy to sign upon being given the papers.

Now Bryce and I live happily together. We both worked pretty much the same jobs our dad’s did before which wasn’t all that hard with their memories. We even went to the gym together which was incredibly fun. However the best part was always getting home and taking off our sweaty clothes so we could swap 'em and sniff each other’s damp, pungent gym clothes. While I usually went for the pouch on his underwear first, my ass sweat must’ve smelt particularly good to him as he always went for the back of my underwear first.

This was then almost always followed up by some hot steamy dad sex. I would always make him bust a load in my hole first but if the prostate stimulation wasn’t enough to make me blow my own nut then we’d flip and I’d fuck his ass relentlessly until he was just as full of cum as I was. Regardless it would seem the power dynamic there had certainly shifted in my favour which I wasn’t gonna complain about.

Besides that however we were already living happier lives than we ever had before. The only bad thing about it all was all the questions people would ask and the odd looks thrown our way for this sudden change in our behaviour. Because of this I suggested to Bryce about looking for a new place to start our lives fresh elsewhere. Somewhere that we wouldn’t already be known by the community. Somewhere we can just be Bryce and Nolan, the hot horny couple of dad’s in the neighborhood. Bryce seemed to like that idea so now we’re looking online for places to move to.

The only hiccup in that plan was that we didn’t want to move too far from Gil’s magic shop. We went back after I became Nolan and Gil himself seemed very impressed with the new form I’d taken. After explaining our moving situation however, he told us not to worry about it. Apparently there were a bunch more Gil’s magic shops all around the world. According to him all of them are connected and every single one has a door portal that brings them to the same place. So regardless of where we move we’ll likely still be able to visit. As confusing as that was, I kinda understood.

With that though, Bryce and I were just excited to begin this new chapter together. And perhaps even spice things up from time to time by purchasing a few more items from Gil’s shop. Regardless I was sure that from this point on, our lives were going to be perfect…

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Wishing the "new" Bryce and Nolan a long and happy life together with their sexy dad bods! 🤤🤤🤤

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Assimilated StepDaddy

Ryan slowly woke up, feeling disoriented. He looked around, recognizing his stepson's room. But something was off—he couldn't move. It hit him then: he was tied up on the bed. Panic set in as he struggled against the restraints.

"W-what the hell? What is going on? Why I'm tied up?" Ryan shouted, trying his best to free himself from the restraints. All he remembered was coming home from a hard day of work at the construction site and grabbing a beer to relax on the couch, and then... he woke up here?

"It's ok, Ryan, no need to freak out," He heard his stepson's voice as he entered the room while holding a glass jar with a strange slug creature inside.

"Benson? You did this to me? You little shit! I'm gonna beat your spoiled ass once I'm out of here!"

"Oh, you're going to beat my ass for sure, just not in the way you think," Benson said with a smug tone, he tapped his fingers on the jar, making the sluggish creature move as if it was excited. "It was very easy to drug your beer. You passed out faster than I thought you would, and I confess it was very difficult to drag you to my room, you're so heavy. Unfortunately, I'm afraid we don't have much time left."

"You drugged my WHAT? I knew you were a fucking freak but not at this level!" Ryan tried to pull the restraints once again, but he finally realized there was no use. He sighed and looked at his stepson. "Look, let me go now and I won't tell your mom about what you did."

Benson chuckled, "I'm not sure if I believe you; I know you very well, Ryan; in the past two years, I've known your true self; you're a cheater, a homophobe, and a horrible stepdad. I can't trust someone like you, I'm not dumb. But don't worry; once I help my alien buddy take over your body, our relationship will change to something more... trustful." Benson then looked at the creature inside the jaar. "Isn't that right, lil guy?"

Ryan could swear he saw the little creature nodding its head. "What the hell is this thing you're holding? You're freaking me out Benson.... please let me go!"

Benson got on the bed between Ryan's muscular legs and slowly started to pull down Ryan's underwear, he protested, trying to make the process more difficult for Benson, but with both his arms and legs tied up, Benson easily pulled his underwear down to his ankles. "Oh my, I can see why mom likes you so much because it definitely is not because of your personality," Benson said, amazed by Ryan's girthy cock.

"That's too fucking far! I'm gonna kill you, you motherfucker!" Ryan shouted.

Benson just ignored him and opened the lid, freeing the slug from the jar; the strange black slug crawled toward Ryan's ass and started to force its way inside his hole. Ryan's eyes opened in terror as he felt something squirming inside his ass. "Take this thing away from me! Take this thing away!" Ryan pleaded, no longer trying to keep his tough, manly persona.

"It's ok, Daddy Ryan, you're going to be a much better stepdad from now on," Benson said, caressing his muscular thighs and watching the tip of the slug disappear inside Ryan's ass. For a few seconds, nothing happened until suddenly Ryan's eyes rolled back, and his body started to contort and convulse, his hips bulked up and down, and his back arched as his muscles tensed until suddenly his body went limp.

That was when Benson heard his mom's car arrive; his heart raced as he immediately started to untie Ryan as quickly as he could; he thought he could turn Ryan into his pet's host before his mom came home from work. He untied Ryan's ankles and walked out of his room; it was then realized he had forgotten to pull up Ryan's underwear, so he ran back to his room and pulled his underwear up. He made his way to the living room just as his mom opened the door and walked in.

"Hey, Mom," Benson said, sitting on the couch and trying his best not to sound too out of breath.

"Hey, sweetie, where is Ryan?" She asked.

"H-he's sleeping in my room, I think he got so drunk that he crashed in the wrong room."

"Poor thing, he works so hard, let him rest a little ok?"

Later that night, while his mom was in the shower, Benson went to check on his stepdad, and to his surprise, the bed was empty. He jumped when he felt Ryan's hand grab his neck from behind and his big bulge pressing against his ass. Ryan leaned his mouth close to Benson's ear and whispered. "Fuck... he really hated your ass, I'm trying my best to control his body not to twist your little neck."

Benson smirked; he knew it was no longer his stepdad speaking. "I thought you said you would take full control of his brain?" Benson whispered back, pressing his ass harder against Ryan.

"Shut up you little..." Ryan stopped talking mid-sentence, and then closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and then looking at Benson with more calm eyes. "I will. It just takes a while to fully assimilate his brain. There's still some parts of him left, I can still access some fragments of his memories as well as the hatred he had for you..."

"I think we could use all his hatred and use it for something more..." Benson then turned around to face Ryan and was about to caress his hairy pecs when Ryan suddenly pushed him down to his knees.

"You disgust me, you always did. If I didn't have a fucking slug inside my brain, assimilating it and turning me into a brainless puppet, I would have punched your dumb face right now."

Benson was so hard, his cock was leaking only at the sight of his hot stepdad standing over him, with his huge bulge just inches away from his face. He knew it was the alien in control, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit scared.

"Ok, I'm starting to get a little bit wo..." Benson tried to stand up, but Ryan pushed him back on his knees again and then pointed at him.

"You better keep on your knees! That's where you fucking belong." Ryan whispered, he then pulled down his underwear, freeing his throbbing massive cock, hovering his shaft over Benson's mesmerized face. "I'm gonna facefuck you as a punishment, that's what spoiled brats like you deserve," Ryan then grabbed Benson by the back of his hair and smirked down at him. "You better take every inch of punishment," With that, he pushed Benson's face to take all his length. Benson loved the way Ryan grabbed both sides of his head and fucked his mouth like he was a fucktoy. Ryan came down his throat before his mom finished her shower.

A week later, Ryan had his brain fully assimilated by the alien slug, and there was nothing more left of him besides his hot body. The alien adopted a more loving and caring personality for Ryan that Benson loved, but sometimes Benson would ask the alien to act more like the old Ryan.

Their relationship had improved so much since Ryan got assimilated. Benson's mom would go to work in the morning before Ryan, so every morning before going to work, Ryan would go into Benson's room and give him a proper morning fuck, as well as his morning load. And every time Ryan came back earlier from work, he would take his shirt off and order Benson to lick his sweaty body clean.

"These armpits won't clean by themselves, boy. You better bury your face in these hairy armpits and clean them up with your slutty tongue!"

After giving his stepdad a proper tongue bath, Benson was sitting on Ryan's lap, with his ass fully stuffed by Ryan's hard cock while he squeezed and groped his stepdad's big hairy pecs.

"C'mon buddy, suck on your Daddy's tits, your mom will come from work at any minute," Ryan said while flexing his massive pecs.

Benson didn't waste any more time and started to suck on Ryan's huge tits. He had only two hours left before his mom would return from work, and he would always make the most of it.

no-head-storytime

My dad and I found a strange pumpkin that seemed to have grown overnight. Just in time for Halloween, how about that?

But it turned out it must have been an enchanted one, and an evil one to boot. We had carved it into a jack-o-lantern and left it on the porch to burn overnight. Come morning it was nowhere to be found, that is until a ruckus was heard in dad’s room and his door flew open to reveal that it had somehow found its way to his bed and stole his body!

Now dad didn’t go to the gym but he had a strong dadbod, and the pumpkin was reveling in the power of dad’s working-man’s body. Upon seeing me frozen in shock, it maneuvered dad’s body over to me and used its strong torso and arms to pin me against the wall. But whatever it was about to do, there must have been some of dad in there because I felt something growing in dad’s pajama bottom and pressing against my leg. The pumpkin pulled dad’s body back from me and looked at dad’s tenting crotch, then look back up to me, puzzled.

That’s when I knew I had the whole situation under control. Between the two, dad’s body seemed to be the greater “bad” influence. In a moment of both panic and inspiration, I had dad’s pants yanked down and set about working on that stolen boner before the pumpkin knew realized what was happening. It must have been a revelation to that magic veggie - dad’s raging cock shortly shot its load, legs weakened and his body practically started to collapse before I caught it and held it up. The pumpkin head turned to me and seemed to silently ask “what else?”

So the day was spent introducing the pumpkin to dad’s other vices, the ones I knew his body would crave. Right now it’s downstairs enjoying what must be its third or fourth beer - it doesn’t seem to know about moderation, and without dad’s will-power his body was driving the pumpkin to uninhibited indulgence. I’ve been looking all over the house trying to find dad’s head, but no such luck.

But for now my plan seems to be working. The menacing smile has turned into a stupid grin, and dad’s body is starting to move clumsily. Once the pumpkin falls into a stupor, I’ll try to take it off. Dad’s body’s gonna have to be tied down to the bed, in case the pumpkin still has influence when it wakes up, at least until dad’s head turns up (I hope). That might cause dad’s body to get hard again, muscle and cock memory and all. It wouldn’t be the first time; my dad and I have “played rough” more than a few times, and his body certainly seemed glad to “greet” me in the morning!

So until this problem gets fixed, I can at least get some fun out of the situation. And that thieving jack-o-lantern head, too, while it’s along for the ride …

permanentswaps

Hello, Dad

Read Part 1 by @possessionbodythief.

Two years have passed since that fateful night, and I’ve settled into my new life as Jake with surprising ease. Watching the residents of the house over the years has proven invaluable in adapting to the modern world. My mannerisms have changed, but since the real Jake had always been uncertain about how his dad would react to being in a new body, it didn’t matter much. People around me simply chalk it up to growing up and finding myself.

After some time living with "my dad" - or Jake now in Robert's body - in the old house, I realized I needed my own space to truly embrace this new life. Moving out was a big step, but one I knew I had to take. I found a small apartment downtown with a view of the city skyline, a far cry from the haunted house I was confined to for decades. This place, with its modern amenities and vibrant surroundings, felt like a breath of fresh air. The sense of freedom and independence was exhilarating, something I had never known in my previous life.

"It's so good to be free," I whisper to myself, a smile spreading across my face.

My phone buzzes, pulling me out of my reverie. It's a text from "my dad."

"Hey Jake, you wanna grab dinner tonight? Been missing you."

My smile widens. I quickly text back.

"Sure, Dad. There's a new spot near here I've been meaning to try, wanna meet at 7?"

"Perfect. See you then, kiddo."

I put my phone down, thinking about how much has changed. Lately, I've been working out a lot. I feel a bit bad for Jake; he was just kinda impatient. It would've happened for him eventually if he had kept with a routine. I mean look at the transformation from then to now:

But hey, his impatience is my gain. I'm still more lean than buff right now, but that's how I like it. There are a bunch of cute guys checking me out all the time. I've even managed to get a hot boyfriend.

But it seems Jake has noticed the changes the most. He even jokingly muses, "Damn, what I would've done to have a body like yours at that age." He's kidding, of course. He never experienced this age. In fact, we still have never mentioned the swap – thank God, 'cause I don't want to risk him finding out who I really am in this body. Jake seems to be completely comfortable in his new body, never showing any signs of sadness or jealousy. He truly embraces his role as Robert and appears genuinely happy.

But sometimes, he throws in these playful comments that catch me off guard. Like the other day, I was stretching after a workout, and he walks in, giving me an exaggerated once-over.

"Look at you, all limber and toned. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to impress someone," he said with a wink.

He smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "Well, you're definitely turning heads. Just make sure you don't break too many hearts."

I grinned back at him. "And look at you, Dad. You're in fantastic shape. You've got those muscles everyone dreams of."

Jake's eyes gleamed with pride as he flexed his bicep. "Damn right. I know I've got it going on."

Another time, we were out for dinner, and I mentioned I was thinking of getting a new wardrobe.

"Oh really?" he replied, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Trying to show off those gains? I can't blame you. If I had your body, I'd probably never wear a shirt."

I chuckled, feeling a flush creep up my neck. "Maybe I'll take your advice and start a new trend."

It's not just my body that's improved, though. Jake has also been hitting the gym hard. He's in fantastic shape, even better than when I first took over this body. His muscles are more defined, and his confidence radiates in every movement.

As I step into the upscale restaurant, the blend of modern design and rustic charm immediately catches my eye. String lights are draped across the space, casting a warm, inviting glow over the wooden tables and cushioned benches. The walls are adorned with lush greenery and vibrant flower arrangements, creating a serene and picturesque ambiance. The gentle sound of a nearby water fountain adds to the tranquil atmosphere. The tantalizing aroma of freshly baked pizzas and herbed garlic bread fills the air, making my mouth water.

Jake is already there, waiting at our table. He looks up and grins when he sees me.

"Hey, kiddo," he says, standing up to give me a hug.

"Hey, Dad," I reply, embracing him warmly. "This place looks amazing. Ready for a feast?"

"You bet," he says with a laugh as we take our seats.

We start by ordering a variety of appetizers: bruschetta topped with fresh tomatoes and basil, crispy calamari, and a charcuterie board that looks almost too good to eat.

"These bruschettas are amazing," Jake says, biting into one.

I nod. "Definitely. This place is awesome."

As we work our way through the appetizers and move on to the main course, a handsome waiter catches Jake's eye. He can't help but flirt, turning on the charm with every word. The waiter, clearly interested, flirts back, and by the time dessert arrives, Jake has the waiter's phone number scrawled on a napkin.

I can't help but laugh. "Wow, Dad, you're really on fire tonight."

Jake grins, waving the napkin. "What can I say? When you've got it, you've got it."

We finish our meal with splitting a tiramisu. As we're wrapping up, Jake leans over, a serious look in his eyes. "Hey, why don't you come back home tonight? I've missed having you around recently. I'd really like it if you stayed over."

"Sure, Dad," I say, smiling. "I'd love to."

When we get home, he catches me looking at myself in the mirror, admiring my progress. The muscles I've worked so hard to develop are finally starting to show, and there's a newfound confidence in my reflection. Jake walks up behind me, his presence warm and reassuring.

"You know, you've got this whole 'boy-next-door' vibe going, but with an edge. It's... intriguing."

I chuckle, a bit embarrassed but also pleased by his words. He steps closer and grabs my waist, his hands firm yet gentle.

He looks at me in the mirror, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "See, I told you," he says with a twinge of irony, "You just needed to wait for your growth spurt."

I turn to face him, our eyes meeting. "I guess you were right," I say, with a knowing smile. "It just took a little time."

A look of lust flashes over his eyes, and I feel a thrill run down my spine. He moves closer, his hands sliding up to my shoulders, giving them a firm, appreciative squeeze.

"And now you’re all grown up," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

Before I can respond, his lips are on mine, capturing me in a deep, passionate kiss. My body reacts instantly, pressing against him, the heat between us igniting something primal and intense. It's been two years since we last shared this kind of intimacy, and the hunger in his eyes tells me he’s been waiting just as long.

He guides me to the bedroom, our kisses growing more urgent, our touches more desperate. The anticipation builds as we shed our clothes, revealing the bodies we’ve both worked so hard to perfect. The air is charged with electricity, the desire between us palpable.

Jake pushes me gently onto the bed, his eyes roaming over my body with a mix of pride and lust. "You're perfect," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

He joins me on the bed, his hands exploring every inch of my skin, rekindling the flames of our past encounters. I gasp as his lips find the sensitive spots on my neck, my chest, my inner thighs. The pleasure is overwhelming, each touch sending waves of ecstasy through me.

When he finally enters me, it’s like coming home. The connection between us is deeper than ever, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. Every thrust brings us closer to the edge, the intensity building until it’s almost unbearable. I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I match his rhythm, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.

"It's been too long," Jake groans, his breath hot against my ear. "I’ve missed this."

"Me too," I gasp, my hands clutching at his back, urging him deeper. "God, I've missed this."

His pace quickens, each thrust more powerful than the last. The room is filled with the sounds of our passion—the slap of skin against skin, the low moans and gasps, the whispered words of desire. I can feel myself getting closer, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my core.

Jake's hands grip my hips, pulling me closer, deeper. "You're mine," he whispers fiercely, his eyes locked on mine. "Always."

"Yes, Daddy," I moan, the words slipping out naturally, a thrill of submission coursing through me. "I'm yours."

The intensity of his gaze, the possessiveness in his voice, sends me over the edge. I cry out, my body arching beneath him as pleasure crashes over me, wave after wave. He follows moments later, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he finds his release, collapsing onto me, spent and sated.

We lie there, tangled in each other’s arms, the afterglow of our lovemaking still shimmering around us. His weight is comforting, his presence a soothing balm. I run my fingers through his hair, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against mine.

"That was incredible," I murmur, my voice soft and breathless.

He leans down to kiss me again, slow and sweet, a promise of more to come.

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Goodbye, Dad

Jake’s dad, Robert, has always wanted to give his son everything he wanted in life. Being a single father has been tough on him, and he really has done his best to make Jake happy, but there’s one thing he can’t give his son…his body.

Jake was a lean, pencil-thin teenager, and barely 5′6″. To put things bluntly, the poor boy was crippled by low self-esteem because of his small size. He had a comfortable life, but all he wanted was to look more like his dad.

“You just need to wait for your growth spurt,” Robert reassured his boy, doubting it would ever come since he had already been a stud in the making when he was Jake’s age. But he stayed positive for his son and hoped that Jake would learn to love himself the way he was.

“I don’t wanna wait for something that might never even come!” Jake lashed out before storming to his room and slamming the door.

“He needs some space,” Robert said quietly before sighing and going to his own room.

Robert got down to just his boxers and looked at the body that he had been gifted with through the genetic lottery. Sure, he worked hard to maintain his physique, but his genetic blueprint was an ideal foundation to build from.

“This shouldn’t be a make or break for anyone’s happiness…” Robert mumbled before crawling into bed. He hoped more than anything that Jake could find happiness within himself.

Meanwhile Jake was in his room crushing various herbs and strange substances.

“If I can’t look more like you, then I’ll just have to BE you,” Jake assured himself as he read from a page he had torn out of a book at that weird occult bookstore.

The ingredients for this potion were surprisingly common, but the page claimed that precise measurements and mixing would help “release the spirit.”

“Goodbye, Dad,” Jake said before devouring his finished concoction.

He laid down in bed and closed his eyes and did the deep breathing exercises on the occult page. Minutes passed without any noticeable difference other than an herbal aftertaste in his mouth, but as time continued to pass, Jake found himself feeling lighter and lighter–almost like he was becoming disconnected from reality.

Jake opened his eyes and was amazed to see the last of his spiritual form leaving his teen body. His body wouldn’t survive long without his spirit inside, but he didn’t care. This was a one-trip for Jake.

Satisfied, Jake let himself sink through the floor. He had to go through another wall, but soon he found himself hovering over his Dad’s sculpted and muscular body. Jake wanted nothing more than to feel the confidence and power of being a stud like his dad–no–to feel the confidence and power of being the stud known as his dad. He had no second thoughts and no regrets as he dove right at his father’s rippled abs.

“Huh?!!!!!” Robert gasped as he was shocked awake.

Something had slammed him hard in the stomach–no something was still pushing so hard against him.

“WHat the–OH FUCK!” Robert yelled out as he felt some invisible force flooding into his body, filling his body past capacity.

“Aggggghhhhhhhhh uuunnngggggggggggg” Robert helplessly groaned as he thrashed in bed, gripping the sheets and gritting his teeth as he tried to roll off the bed–but the force pinning him down was too strong. He was stuck there as the energy continued to flood into him.

Robert moaned helplessly as it got harder and harder to control his movements. A wet, cold sensation spread from his abs down his thighs, up his pecs and worked all the way down to his toes, out to his fingers, and agonizingly, into his thick and erect cock. It wasn’t long until the sensation crept up his neck and he squinted his eyes shut tight as his back arched so he was clear off the bed. Every muscle in Robert’s body seized at once, and then with one last guttural grunt Robert felt a sensation like he had been shot out of a cannon.

Robert was stunned and in shock as he regained his senses, only now he was floating above his own body. He watched his own eyes open and then a mischevious smirk crossed his body’s lips.

“Oh fuuuuuuccccckkkkk yeah,” he heard his voice say as he watched his body’s hands rub up his torso.

“Oh yeah, call me Daddy,” his body moaned as Robert helplessly watched his own fingers caress and squeeze his nipples.

“Looks like I’m a stud like you after all,” he heard his body gloat with a chuckle.

“JAKE! That little shit!” Robert yelled in his spiritual form before diving back to reclaim his body.

To his dismay, there was a brief flash of light and then he was deflected right off his own body.

“Don’t even waste your energy, Dad,” Jake said, enjoying the smooth and deep voice leaving his mouth. “This was a one-way trip. My body’s upstairs–If you don’t make yourself at home in that pipsqueak body then I’m pretty sure you’ll just be stuck haunting this house until the end of time.

Robert roared in rage as he lunged at his body over and over again, getting hurled away each time and doing nothing more than tickling Jake in the process. His pleas and threats could not even be heard–the only evidence he was even present was the flash and sensation when he got deflected from his own body.

“Ohhhhhh yeah, Dad, that’s starting to feel kinda good,” Jake moaned as his father’s spirit deflected off him again. His new cock was gently pulsating inside those boxers, and as Robert watched his son reach into the waistband he realized he couldn’t take it anymore.

Robert floated up to his son’s room and saw Jake’s vacant body.

Not having any other option at the moment, he realized that having a body would be better than being stuck as a trapped spirit.

He begrudgingly started floating to Jake’s body, but then to his horror he saw the spirit of an overweight elderly man dive right Jake’s empty form.

“NOOOOO!!!!”Robert screamed as he dove at his son’s body, only to find himself repelled just like he was with his body.

Jake’s eyes fluttered open before grinning with a look of profound relief.

“Tough break,” Jake’s voice said, now controlled by the spirit of the elderly man.

“I was stuck here for decades, just watching family after family live in this home. Not that it matters to you, but I died alone and unhappy. I spent my whole life in the closet, and my last thought as a living person was that if I had the chance to be a cute little twink, I’d do everything differently. Looks like it was worth the wait,” Jake’s body said as he bit his lip and rubbed his thin and young body adoringly. “My name was Hugh in my last life, but I definitely prefer your son’s name. That’s right, I’m Jake now…” he said with satisfaction.

Hugh proudly walked his new body down the stairs before encountering a mirror and basking at his new chance at life. He had managed to keep up with the times by observing the evolution of technology through the inhabitants of the house, but he still got a giddy excitement as he pulled a strange device out of his pocket and unlocked it with his new fingerprint. He knew where the camera button was because he had watched Jake and Robert use the function countless times. Still, he was in awe as he clicked the button and snapped the first picture of his new body.

“Wait a second…” he said playfully before yanking his shirt off and taking another picture.

“I don’t know why you were so self-conscious Jake. Your body is fucking cute! Not complaining though…” Hugh said, still enjoying the teen voice leaving his mouth.

Hugh tucked the phone away. He planned on exploring the device in full later on, but in that moment he wanted to get acquainted with his new “Daddy.” His teen cock pulsated a bit just thinking about that.

Hugh walked in on Jake, still embracing and caressing his new, mature, stud body.

“Well, well, well, looks like you took that pipsqueak body after all.”

“You didn’t leave too many options,” Hugh replied, doing his best to act as if he were Robert inside Jake’s body.

“So what do you want anyway? Because this is my body now. Nothing can reverse it,” Jake gloated.

“No. No hard feelings,” Hugh said as he walked closer to Jake. “In fact, I’m glad you did what you did,” he cooed as he crawled onto the bed.

“Dad?” Jake asked, a little confused by how okay with this his Dad seemed.

“No, you’re my daddy now. Do you want your son to make you feel good?”

“Dad, what are you-Ohhhhhh ffuuuuuuucccccccckkkk” Jake moaned as his former body freed his new fatherly dick from his boxers and that hard cock in his mouth.

Robert’s spirit watched in horror.

“That’s not me!!!!! That’s some old gay pervert!!!!!! STOP!!! JUST FUCKING STOP!” the fatherly spirit begged, but he could not be heard anymore. He could only continue to watch, paralyzed in dread. Jake thought his own father was sucking him off!

Jake was smiling from ear to ear as he used his dad’s strong arms to guide his former mouth lower and lower.

Hugh eagerly swallowed that cock deeper and deeper until he had taken all 8 inches and had his lips firmly pressed against neatly trimmed pubes. He was in heaven–in control of a teen twink, his new father’s cock down his throat, and his stud father’s manly scent filling his nostrils.

Jake shivered as Hugh came up for air.

“Shit, Dad that felt so good!”

“You’re my dad now,” Hugh reminded Jake. “I’m your son now, and I wanna make you feel good.”

“Oh fuck yeah,” Jake said gruffly as he pulled his former body on top of his muscular and hairy torso.

He embraced his new role and hugged his son tight against his body before looking into his old eyes and leaning in to meet lips.

Hugh shivered in enjoyment as he felt the thick, trimmed beard of his new Daddy rubbing his smooth face. He opened his youthful mouth and let his Daddy’s tongue in. The moaned into each other’s mouths as they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues.

Robert was horrified as he witnessed his own body passionately making out with the body of his own son. But just when he didn’t think things could get any worse, he watched Jake roll them over so Hugh was on his back.

“Spread your legs, son,” Jake said forcefully.

“Yes, Daddy,” Hugh replied as he kicked off his shorts and spread his twink legs wide.

Jake was over the moon as he found his Dad’s lube and began getting his new cock nice and slick. He was ready to fuck his old body. No–he was ready to fuck his son. Because he was the man now. He was the stud with the powerful body he had always wanted. He couldn’t control himself as he pushed his new massive cockhead against his old body’s virgin hole.

Hugh gasped as he felt his Daddy’s dick stretching him wide. He squirmed and groaned, but he looked up and saw the look of focus on his Daddy’s face. Hugh took a deep breath and relaxed, groaning as Jake pushed his father’s cock deeper and deeper into his former, teen hole.

“mmmmmmm you’re so tight, boy!” Jake moaned as he got his meaty cock halfway in his son. That turned him on so much looking at his old self, but knowing that the shrimpy twink he used to be was his son now. And he didn’t know if his dad had been brainwashed by the magic or if his dad was just really being so kinky, but he didn’t care. He was already loving his new life. Hugh was thinking the same thing as he felt fuller and fuller of thick, Daddy cock. He had been worried that Jake would immediately know something was wrong, but it was so erotic in Hugh’s opinion that Jake thought his own father was being a whore in that teen body. Hugh knew that Robert was probably in the room with them. That made him even harder.

“Fuck yeah! Fill me up, Daddy! Fuck my hole good! AGgggghhhhhhhhnnnnngggggggg Fuck yeah!” Hugh hollered out as the last inch of that Daddy cock was stuffed inside him.

Jake shivered and collapsed forward onto his old body, groaning as he adjusted to the feeling of his own father’s cock stuffed completely inside his old body’s hole.

Jake gasped for breath before forcing his mouth onto his son’s and pulling his hips back.

They both moaned into each other’s mouths as Jake thrust back in, and that repeated again, and again, except Jake started thrusting faster and harder until Hugh was basically just emitting a constant moan with his teen voice.

Hugh was literally overwhelmed by pleasure as his Daddy’s dick pistoned in and out of him at an almost inhuman speed and power. He pulled his Daddy close to him so he could feel friction with each thrust as that chest hair rubbed against his smooth body. He loved feeling overwhelmed by a larger and more powerful man. The opposite was true for Jake. He was finally the stud he always wanted to be. He never felt more confident than he did in that moment as he used his powerful abs, hips, thighs, and arms to give each thrust as much power as he could. He reveled in his control as his father’s sweat dripped onto his old body. No–it was his sweat. There was no going back now–he would forever be known to the world as Robert. And he would always adore and care for his twink son, Jake.

“Ohhhhhh Jake!!! Son!!! I’m so fucking close!” the new Robert grunted as he felt his big balls contract and pulsate.

Hugh accepted his new identity in that moment too. He was Jake now, and for as long as he could keep the act up, he would pretend to be the spirit of the true Robert. But in that moment he only had one thing to say, “Fucking cum inside me Daddy!”

The new Robert growled as he rolled them over, still fully inside his boy. The new Jake was on top and ready to ride his Daddy, but Robert surprised his boy by quickly leaning up and hugging his boy tight. Robert roared as he thrashed his cock up into his boy. Jake was practically seeing stars as he hugged his Dad tight and used his leg strength to slam himself down onto his dad’s throbbing cock. Then he felt those strong hands wrap around him. Robert gripped his boy for maximum leverage and used his full strength to pull his son as tight and close as possible with each thrust.

Jake’s teen body couldn’t take it anymore, and without even touching his twink dick he hollered out in his soft, adolescent voice as his throbbing teen boner launched his cum all over his dad’s sweaty, hairy, and ripped torso.

Robert winced as he felt his boy’s hole contracting tightly with each new shot of cum that sprayed his chest. It finally took him to his limit.

“FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK YEEEEAAAHHHH SON!” he roared before forcing their mouths together again as he pulled them together tighter than ever and thrust his seed deep inside his boy. Shot after shot filled Jake’s hole until he just couldn’t contain any more of his dad’s load. With each new thrust, cum started leaking out of his hole until Robert pulled Jake tight against one final thrust. He held them together like that for several minutes, embraced and passionately kissing as they enjoyed their afterglow, fatherly cock still buried in son’s hole.

This was a fate worse than death for the spirit of the true Robert, but even he had to admit he had never seen his son happier than he was now that he had claimed Robert’s body and life as his own.

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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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