With a flicker of satisfaction burning in his eyes, Luke marveled at the exquisite masculine form that was now his. His hand traced over the hard slabs of muscle that made up his new chest, fingers slipping into the grooves of each perfectly chiseled pectoral. He felt a rush of raw power surge through him—a virile energy he'd never possessed before. He reveled in the feeling of taking control of such a powerful vessel. His recent conquest, this hot Daddy, was now him—his skin, his bones, his muscles. The feel of his thick muscular arms and broad chest felt alien yet thrilling, underlining the tantalizing possibilities this bold transformation offered.
A devilish smirk spread across his ruggedly handsome face, with its coarse beard that seemed to hold on to residual pheromones from their passionate encounter the previous evening. As images of last night flickered through Luke's mind, he could practically taste the sinful flavor of dominance he had experienced as a bottom. Now possessing the body that dominated him, the tables were enticingly turned.
His fingers trailed down his hard abs, feeling each mountainous ridge beneath them; it sent intoxicating shivers up his spine that electrified every nerve in his body. Heat radiated off his skin as if he’d been just been branded with sexual prowess. The lustful energy pooling deep within was like molten lava ready to erupt at will, making him squirm with anticipation.
"Fuck, I'm one hot Daddy."
Luke let the words roll thickly off his tongue, letting them simmer in the air around him. With this chiseled physique and a pulsating energy coursing through his veins, he felt dominant and ready to take charge in any situation. His self-admiration was interrupted by an urgent need throbbing between his legs. Stirred by fantasies of conquest and gratification, Luke's impressive member stood rigid and ready for action. The engorged beast demanded to be satiated and it painted vivid pictures in Luke's mind – lusty scenes of sexual exploration with gorgeous young men surrendering willingly under him.
"Now I'm the top," Luke whispered lasciviously while stroking his thick shaft gently, feeling an intoxicating wave of pleasure pulse through him. Hearing himself speak with a voice so richly seeped in sexual prowess elicited another strong throb from his cock and Luke groaned in sexual frustration. "God, I need a willing ass to fuck."
He growled into the silence, the erotic image making him grip his member tighter. Yes, he mused, that's exactly what a sexy Daddy like him needed—to plunge himself deep into an inviting hole and claim it as his own.
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“Shit! This isn’t right… H-How do I fix this?” I swore and stuttered as I looked down at the beefy tattooed body that wasn’t my own.
It was only supposed to be a prank on my boyfriend. When I found that possession spell the plan was to take over his uncle’s body and show up at the family reunion. I knew that he had never gotten along with his uncle Erick, so it would be hilarious to see his face when I acted all buddy-buddy with him and teased him.
All I had to do was read the possession incantation and then proclaim his uncle’s name, and before I knew it I felt myself turn intangible and soared through the sky. His uncle was out doing some yard work when I suddenly slammed into him. His big muscular body tensed and a heavy groan left his body as my presence invaded every orifice of his flesh and mind. Almost half an hour had passed when I finally woke up and pushed myself up from the dirty ground, feeling taller, hairier, and stronger than I’ve ever felt before. It was very exhilarating. So much so that I couldn’t resist jerking a fat heavy load out while I cleaned myself up for the family reunion.
Everything went smoothly at first. No one in the family suspected a thing, that their brash and obnoxious uncle Erick had been taken over by his nephew’s horny boyfriend. I could draw on his personality and memories, and act like him perfectly.
Then came the real show: my boyfriend Sean. I caught him alone during the end of the reunion and asked to speak with him. I started by asking him about boring stuff like school and life, but as soon as he let his guard down I pulled him in and stuck his face into his uncle’s hairy, sweaty armpit as I laughed joyously with my deep, borrowed voice. You wouldn’t believe how much sweat this body produced! I decided to hold him there for a few seconds as I thought he might enjoy it, but he suddenly kicked me in the shin and pushed himself away from me. A look of anger and humiliation on his face as he smeared the sweat off his cheeks. “What the fuck, uncle Erick! I know we don’t get along, but that’s just evil! Never come close to me again, and we never speak of this to anyone!”
I quickly tried to explain myself. I told him who I was and about the possession spell, expecting everything to be forgiven between us. But instead, he just looked at me like I was crazy.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.” He explained, as he walked away swearing his uncle’s name.
Distraught and confused, I left the party and drove a few streets down where my family lived. Sure enough, my parents were there, but when I asked them about their son they just shook their heads and said they never had a child. Even the treehouse my dad had built for me on my 10th birthday was gone, as if it had never existed in the first place. As if I had never existed…
I quickly drove back to uncle Erick’s house and laid down on his couch. Fortunately he was divorced and never had kids, so I could calm myself and recollect my thoughts. Somehow the spell must’ve wiped away my old existence and identity as I took up residence in Erick’s body.
It was an easy fix though, all I had to do was find the book with the possession spell and read the incantation again. It was still in my old bedroom…which surely hasn't been turned into some kind of office… right?
As I went out and strapped myself in the musty car which smelled of uncle Erick’s sweat, I suddenly froze. I looked down at the firm pecs, tattooed muscles, and huge bulge… and quickly realized that I was probably stuck as Erick forever.
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“Hey Andy, do you have a second to chat?” Tom asked politely as he leaned against the doorframe. Amidst the loud, raucous laughs and yells in the background, the rotund man seemed quite out of place standing meekly by the door of his private office. He stepped back to allow the waterboy to step inside, then closed the door behind him to shut out the noisy hoots and hollers from the jocks as they made their way to the showers after practice. Waddling to his chair behind the desk, the older man struggled to sit, his large beer-belly getting in the way ever so slightly. He motioned for Andy to sit across from him.
“I noticed the guys have been… extra aggressive and attentive to you lately. And I just wanted to let you know that this sort of behavior shouldn’t stand,” Tom continued, keeping his gaze fixed on the younger man. He knew the athletes often enjoyed picking on people who weren’t in their peak physical condition. The head coach struggled to gain their attention and respect, even when he was running practice. Tom could only imagine what Andy was experiencing and wanted to extend a hand if the other man was struggling. “If you want to step away or take some time off, I completely understand. And if you want to go even further, I’ll support you. You’re a part of this team too, and I’m not going to stand for any sort of mistreatment on my watch.”
For whatever reason, the coach seemed distinctly aware of the way the waterboy was staring back at him. It looked like a mixture of appreciation, surprise, and wonder. Tom didn’t exactly know why the other was so shocked; he didn’t think he was a bad or scary coach by any means. Then he shifted in his seat, suddenly aware of a pinching tightness around his thighs. The older man reached down and used one of his meaty hands to adjust his swelling bulge. “Stupid thing always acts up at the worst times,” he muttered under his breath as he felt the waistband of his underwear rub against the swelling tip of his fat cock head.
“Anyway, like I was saying,” Tom continued, leaning back in his leather chair. The seat grunted as it sank lower under his massive frame. His sleeves ripped, and the thick, hairy man chuckled, his train of thought already slipping when he caught sight of the peaks on his biceps. “Damn, already? Just bought this new polo, too. They always make them too small for me,” the older man complained as he rubbed his chiseled jawline. His forearms brushed over his heavy pecs, adding more tension to the ripped fabric as his muscular mounds made the shirt sag and fold in on itself. There was a clear shelf there, easily dwarfing the rest of the team’s muscles. But then again, the guys always loved it when he showed them how to play, especially when he was shirtless. Tom was their role model, the guy they all wanted to end up like. And if he had to let his pecs breathe and bounce a little in the hot summer sun, who would say no to that?
He idly rubbed and scratched at his hardening nipples, the older man letting out a sharp hiss at the sensitive feeling, causing the nubs to feel like diamonds under the clothing. Tom’s self-adoration and worship were an integral part of every meeting, and it always finished with him rubbing his hands over his hard-earned abs. The coach took pride in his body, something he spent plenty of time forming and sculpting until he was absolute perfection, like one of those Greek marble statues or some shit like that. He let out a loud, heavy blech, exhaling the heavy smell of the two protein shakes he had downed earlier for lunch.
“Like I said. That kinda shit doesn’t fly around here. You wanna mess around with the boys, you oughta come in here and show some respect to me first,” Tom grunted as he spread his meaty thighs apart. Even through the tight khakis, there was a clear third leg starting to rise up in a way that Andy could see from over the desk. “You know what you gotta do to keep your place here on the team, boy. And don’t tell me I’m wrong; I’ve seen you staring at me like a thirsty little slut the whole time I’ve been talking,” the older man growled as he made sure to pull down his fly.
“Now hurry up and be a good boy. We’ve only got a few minutes before they start lookin’ for you. And who knows? Maybe I’ll let them watch and learn from me. Give them something to practice on you later.”
Lee checked the clock on the wall as he washed his hands in the tiny basin in his office. 5:30PM. It had been a long day. Lee had only been in the massage business for a few months now but his reputation for being a miracle worker with his hands had meant he was rushed off his feet most days. Just one more client before he clocked off for the day. Lee straightened his uniform and put on a smile before he opened the door to his small waiting room.
It was the typical healthcare waiting room populated by uncomfortable grey chairs and out-of-date magazines under harsh fluorescent light. Lee surveyed the occupants of the room.
Two men who couldn’t be any more different sat staring at their phones. The first was a mountain of a man. Even underneath his layers of clothing, you could tell he was packing some serious size. From the way the fabric stretched across his bulging arms, to the width of his lats spilling into the seats next to him, everything about the man screamed big. He was one of those guys who just seemed to take up all the space in the room.
Seated across from him, pretending to look at his phone while sneaking glances at the big man opposite him was a skinny tech bro-looking guy. You know the type, the person dressed super casually in skinny jeans and sneakers that probably cost more than most guys would make in a month. He had a slim, lanky physique and a complexion that just begged to see the sun.
Lee cleared his throat - “Guy”? The large bodybuilder raised his hand “That’s me” he rumbled in a deep baritone that shook the walls of the small room. The large man slowly hauled himself to his feet and gingerly made his way over to Lee. It was obvious that the large man was in some pain, by the way he walked. But even slightly stooped, he towered over the much shorter Lee. “This way please sir,'' Lee said, gesturing to the open door of the massage room. Guy grunted, ducking slightly as he turned his wide frame to the side so he could fit through the doorway. The world just wasn’t made for men the size of Guy.
Lee followed the giant into his practice room and shut the door. With Guy standing in the middle of the room, there was barely room for Lee to fit. “Please take a seat” Lee said gesturing to his massage table. Guy collapsed onto the table painfully with a grunt. “How can I help?” Lee asked as he looked up at the giant. “It’s my back, I was doing squats today and I think I’ve tweaked something,” Guy grumbled as he rolled his boulder shoulders trying to relieve the pressure on his tortured muscles. “Do you work out often?” Lee asked. “Just once and awhile,” Guy chuckled, clearly amused at the remark. “Ok then there’s something I can do to help with that, please remove your clothes and lay down so I can begin the session,” Lee said as he turned his back to assemble his oils. His oils were always perfectly arranged, but he liked to allow his clients some amount of modesty while they undressed. Although something told him that Guy was anything but modest.
After a few moments, Lee felt the room grow still, his cue that his client was ready. The giant bodybuilder was lying on the massage table face down, his wide lats and ape-like arms draping over the sides. Lee pulled over a small stool so he could get a better view of the giant's back. Guy’s wide back was hyper-muscular, packed densely with bulky sinew. Lee reached out and placed his palms on the giant's lower back. The muscle was hard and firm beneath his fingers. Lee began to knead it slightly, before feeling the muscle spasm slightly underneath his hands. “Fuck, that’s it!” Guy grimaces. Lee kneaded the muscle with the palms of his hands. “Fucking hell” Guy groaned, pain flushing his system. Lee thought for a few moments. “I know just the technique to stop you from feeling this pain, but it is a very advanced technique. You will need to give me permission to go ahead” Lee explained as he traced the spasming muscle with his fingers. “Fuck man, do anything you need to,” Guy groaned, his face twisted with pain.
Lee pulled a small glass vial of liquid out of his pocket. The liquid inside seemed to dance in the light. He pulled the stopped off the vial and slowly poured it on Guy’s back. “Fuck that feels good,” Guy moaned and the silverly liquid pooled in the groves of his sculpted back. Using his hands, Lee began to massage the liquid into Guy’s skin. He marveled at the larger man’s musculature as he worked. Such a physique was truly a work of art. As Lee worked, the pain in Guy’s back began to dull, and Lee felt the larger man begin to relax under his touch. Sensing the change, Lee began to knead harder and harder. “Hey man, that’s starting to hur” snap! Guy was interrupted by the sound of a bone-crunching. “What the fuck was that?” Guy asked, some panic seeping into his voice. “Please don’t interrupt me, this is a critical part of the procedure” Lee snapped as he braced his hands on Guy’s back again. Another sickening crack filled the air. “Ohh fuck no” Guy said as he rolled over and swung his muscular legs over the side of the table.
As the giant tried to stand up, Lee placed his hands on either side of the giant's muscular traps and with surprising strength pushed the man back towards the table. “Please sir, you will need to wait until the procedure is finished” Lee explained as he pushed Guy back down towards the table. Guy looked at Lee with a look of sheer terror as the much smaller man overpowered him and forced him back to the table. With one more crack, Guy felt his whole body tense and lock up. He couldn’t move from the neck down. “What did you do to me” Guy demanded, his voice filled with terror. “It’s all part of my procedure,” Lee said as he climbed down off the step ladder.
Lee made his way to the waiting room door before clearing his throat. “Mr Ryan, we’re ready for you now,” Lee said with a bow. The hipster jumped from his seat and followed Lee into the practice room. Kyle gasped as he saw the exposed giant in front of him. “Fuck dude, he’s even bigger under the clothes” the young man said as he pulled out his phone, “you don’t mind if I take a few pictures for the gram?”. “Please go right ahead, but we only have a few minutes” Lee said checking his watch. Kyle held up his hand to Guy’s. His slender soft hand looked almost childlike compared to Guy’s hulking mitts. “Dam dude, I bet these could do some damage,” Kyle whistled. Kyle spied Guy’s flip-flops sitting at the base of the table. “Holy shit dude, what are these, size 16s?” he said as he compared them to his much smaller size 8s. “Mr Ryan, we need to finish the procedure,” Lee said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “Hold on man, just need to check one thing” Kyle said placing his hands on Guy’s quad. With some difficulty, he rolled the titan onto his side. A huge cock flopped down and smacked against Guy’s muscular thigh. Kyle gingerly palmed the head of the monster in front of him. “Damn, it’s not even hard” he whispered to himself.
“Why are you doing this?” Guy whimpered. “I’ve always been the pretty boy, '' Kyle said, as his hand began to explore the length of Guy’s shaft, “the kind of guy who girls want to be friends with and guys want to hang with”. His hands made it to the base of Guy’s shaft before moving down to his colossal balls. “But I want more than that. I want to be respected, I want to be powerful. I want to dominate”, Kyle said as he palmed one of Guy’s massive cum factories. “I deserve to be a god among men,” Kyle said as he squeezed Guy’s sack. Guy cried out in pain.
Lee cleared his throat again “Mr Ryan, we really must finish the procedure”. Typical - it was the seemingly nice guys that had a dark twist. Kyle released his grip on the titan's sack as he glared at Guy. The look seemed to pierce into Guy's soul as he was rolled back onto his front.
Once Guy was back in place, Lee knew he had to work fast. He placed his hands on Guy’s back and pushed again. Repeating the motion, slowly but surely, Guy’s back began to part, the wings of his lats making way to a dark void. After several more minutes, the crack in the man's back ran from his neck just above his waist, the dark void within swirling and dancing. Now was the time.
“He’s ready,” Lee said, stepping back from the table and bowing once more. Kyle quickly pulled off his shirt and shucked his pants. His average physique was nothing to be ashamed of, but soon he would be so much more. Kyle climbed onto the giant's back and pushed one of his legs into the void. “What did you do to me, I can’t feel my toes!” Guy yelled, his voice laden with panic. “Please Mr Guy, you must keep your voice down while the procedure is underway” Lee said as he gently pushed the laying giant. ” After several seconds, Guy’s left leg spasmed, the tendons extending and flexing as his toes started to wiggle. “Holy shit, this is such a rush,” Kyle said as he slipped his other leg into the void.
Lee looked at the clock again. 5:51. “Please sir, we don’t have much time in the session, '' Lee said, taking a step forward towards the table. “Shut the fuck up and I’ll pay you double” Kyle spat at Lee as he prepared to lower his waist into the void. Lee stood back quietly. He was happy enough to let the man indulge for that price. Kyle moaned as he lowered his crotch into the void. Instantly Guy’s cock began swelling as its new host’s senses were becoming overwhelmed. Kyle moaned again, his strength momentarily faltering, causing him to lose his balance, hand and forearm being sucked into the void. "Damn, this is trippy," Kyle said as he flexed Guy's forearm.
Guy panicked as he saw his hand begin to clench on his own accord. He willed every part of his being to move, his face red with exertion. But his efforts amounted to nothing. In desperation, he tried to cry out for help. Lee shot a scolding look at Guy, the larger man's screams muting as his jaw sealed shut. "I warned you Mr Guy, you must be quiet during the procedure".
Lee looked back up at Kyle who was trying different ways of flexing the meaty forearm that was now under his control, his eyes glinting with a dark fixation as the muscle fibres shifted and danced under the skin. As was the agreement, Lee sat silently, letting the boy have his fun.
After several minutes, Kyle's voice broke the silence, "I'm ready, how do we finish this?". Lee cleared his throat "The procedure will complete once you place your head into the opening". “Well then, see you on the other side,” Kyle said, pausing momentarily before dunking his head into the void in Guy's back.
Guy screamed into his gag, only stopping when his eyes fluttered and rolled back into his head. The giant tossed his head and murmured, his eyes rolling around beneath his eyelids as if he were having a bad dream as the void on his back shrank away. Silence filled the room as the void disappeared completely.
Kyle awoke with a start, his eyes darting open wide. The giant lay there breathing heavily, his large pecs heaving as he fought to catch his breath. As the panic calmed, a smile grew on his face. “Fuck yeah”, he said, his voice rumbling in his chest. Kyle hauled himself up from the bench and flexed his muscles. “It’s hard to explain, I feel so fighting tight” he said as he ran his callused hands over his thick pecs. He used his thick fingers to paw at his swollen chest muscles, almost hypnotised by how hard the muscle was.
Lee looked at the clock again. 6:01. “Thank you for your custom sir. I trust you will settle your bill on the way out” Lee said, gesturing once more to the door. Kyle chuckled. The giant stood up to his full imposing height. He towered over Lee, staring deep into the smaller man's eyes. “I believe you owe me a massage” he rumbled, bringing Lee’s hand up to his heavy chest. Lee could feel the muscles flexing and rolling under the skin as Kyle took each long and heavy breath in his new body. Kyle dragged Lee’s hand lower, along the ridges of his abs, before coming to rest on his swollen cock. The hefty meat seemed to pulse in Lee’s small hand. Lee swallowed deeply, thinking of the damage that thing would do.
“Yes sir, let me get my oils.”
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