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A Comfy Fitting

Mark was such a stud. Everything about him, from his big hairy pecs, down to his treetrunk legs. His bulging biceps, his musky scent. Everything about him was enticing and perfect. I was obsessed with him. The first time I saw him was in the gym. Immediately I was captivated by him. He was so manly, so big. I wanted to see more of him, so I started to schedule my gym sessions around his, working my way through the machines in such a way that I could always spy on him during my workouts. I loved watching him.

One day he decided to hit the showers in the gym. Usually he just showers at home, or maybe he just left his musk on. That’d be hot. Of course I followed him in, I wanted to see him in all his glory. There were no stalls in our gym, just one big open area with showerheads hanging from the walls. Mark went to one in the back, and I settled for one in the middle. I tried to sneak a peak as sneakily as I could.

Wow! His cock was so big! It must be 10 inches at least. I got hard instantly, and I couldn’t help but touch myself a little… A little too obviously..

“Hey! What are you doing?!” Mark yelled furiously. “Uhh… me? N-n-n-nothing..” I said in my least convincing tone ever. “Are you some kind of fag?? You getting turned on watching my dick swing??” “N-no, of course not.. t-t-that would be rude..” I was really scared he was gonna hit me. “If you’re such a fag, then do your duty bitch!” Wait… what? He almost seems.. into it? Mark walked over. “Get on your knees and suck it bitch!” Without a second thought he shoved his cock right up my throat. It was really long and thick, and the scent of his crotch was intoxicating. “Yeahhh.. that’s right bitch, suck it for daddy.” Wow, I had had fantasies about this, but I never thought I would ever actually suck Mark’s dick! He went harder and faster, and it got a bit difficult to manage his ginormous member. I started choking a bit, but he didn’t care. He was such an alpha, and it was turning me on so badly. “Shit man, you keep this up and I’m gonna cum soon..” I could taste his pre. It was nice and sweet, probably from his bodybuilding diet. “Fffuuuck man, I’m gonna..- GGGRRHH.” With a last thrust he stuck his member all the way down my throat. A thick load of sweet cum went straight into my mouth. It was like a fountain, it felt like gallons of the stuff was going down my throat, filling up my stomache.

“Jeez man, you’re a pretty good cock sucker.” Mark said, still coming down from the orgasm’s high. He rested his hands on my shoulders, and gave me a tender kiss. “I don’t understand, I thought you were straight?” I asked. “Ha, you kidding? I’m bi! Most muscle guys are bi. None can resist a good fuck after a workout, doesn’t matter if it’s a little gay or not. And you were just asking for it.” I can’t argue with him on that.. We showered off, he was grinding me still, jerking me off and eventually making me cum. God he was a good man handler. As we dried off he guided me to his locker. ”Now that I’ve had my fun, I can’t just have you walk around here anymore.” Wait, what? “W-w-what do you mean??” I asked. “Well, you were just so good, I can’t have you be ruined by anyone else. But hey, have you seen my watch?”

His watch? What’s up with his watch? As I looked over, I saw it glow slightly. It looked old and mechanical. Its mechanisms started to buzz loudly, and I felt myself becoming entranced by it. There was no use covering my ears, it was too late. “That’s a good boy, you’ll fit nice and snuggly.” What? Fit nice? What is he talking about? At that moment I started to notice my skin turning more red. I was shrinking and hollowing out. It was terrifying but it felt kinda.. good. Like being touched all over, sucked all over by a hundred invisible mouthes and hands. I knew it wasn’t smart, but I gave in to the pleasure. There just wasn’t anything else I could do. Nothing else I wanted to do. Just give in and feel good.

When the high finally faded I noticed I couldn’t move. I was lying flat on the ground, no feeling, no smell, nothing. Then, Mark loomed over me. “Wow, you turned out great! If you can do the same as in the shower, you might just be my new favourite!” Turned out into what? As I tried to get any sense of reference, Mark picked me up and held me in front of a mirror. “Here, have a look, aren’t you the hottest pair of compression shorts you’ve ever seen?” Compression shorts?! No no no, this can’t be real..

Mark picked up his bad and stuffed me into it with his musky gym clothes. I couldn’t smell anymore, but I could feel the musk and sweat absorbing into me. It was kind of like tasting him, and god did it feel good. I couldn’t believe I was a pair of underwear now, but if it was gonna feel this good, I wouldn’t mind that much. It felt like I was only in his bag for a few minutes, but I could spend an eternity in there.

When he pulled me out, we were in a living room. His living room probably. “Alright champ, enjoyed it in there?” I couldn’t speak, but I definitely wanted to say yes. “OK, let’s see what you can do.” Mark put me down as he started to undress. God, I had just seen him in the shower, and I’ve spied on him around the gym so much, but seeing him undress right in front of me just made me feel horny all over again. He slowly removed his tight sport shirt and gym shorts, followed by a jockstrap. Once he was finally undressed, his monster cock flopping around, he picked me up and put me on. His big, hairy balls filling me up. His musky sweat pouring into me. It felt amazing, and it turned me on way too much.

“Alright bud, go to town, make daddy feel good.” I didn’t really understand what he meant, but all I could do was focus on his cock. It was so perfect, so musky, so delicious. I needed to taste it again. I needed his cum in me. As I focused all my will into pleasuring his cock, I started feeling a bit more human again. It felt like I had a mouth to wrap around his dick. I sucked on it, taking him all the way down my throat. I was never able to do that normally! “Oh fuck dude, that’s it!” Mark moaned. So this was actually pleasuring him? Let’s see how far I can take it then.

As I focused more I created a second mouth and multiple hands. I started making out with him while sucking his cock, twisting his nipples and rubbing between his legs and along his sides. “Oh GOD dude, ngghhh, that’s.. huff.. that’s good… hah.. real good..” Mark moaned out in pleasure. It was good, for me too. It felt like I was actually making out with him, actually touching him. Another step further.

Next I created a cock. Not just my cock, but a big, slick cock. I created more hands, playing with his asshole. I created a mouth to eat his ass. “Oh shit man.. oohhhh.. what are you.. NNGH.. doing??” I could tell he was enjoying this very much, and so was I. I loved tasting his sweaty hole. I positioned my dick right on his asshole. With one thrust I pushed in. “FUCK!!” Mark cried out in pleasure. “Oooaaauuhh.. god damn it dude, you’re.. uuuughh.. so good!” Mark loved this. I loved this. Mark was writhing on his couch like a little bitch. And oh man, it felt so good, fucking his tight ass, sucking his dick, everything.

As I kept fucking and sucking every inch of his body, Mark was coming closer to cumming. “Aaahh, ooh fuck dude, ok that’s enough..” Yeah right, I want to taste him, have his cum stick in my fabric. I went harder. “FfffffuCK.. c-c-come on dude.. s-stop. I don’t wanna… AAHH.. d-d-dirty you up.” God this feels so good. It’s like I’m gonna cum too! Thrusting deeper, harder, taking him down my throat as deep as I can. “nnNNNoOOOO w-w-wait! FFFFFFFUUUUUUUCK uughhh… GGGRRRAAAAH!!!” Streams of cum came launching out of him, like a volcano erupting all over me! The taste, the smell, it was overwhelming! And I was cumming right in his ass, his deep tight ass, god DAMN it felt so good! I was losing my vision, but I didn’t care, it was too good. I blacked out for a second, and then got my sight back again.

As I came down from the high, I noticed something. I felt like a human again. The sensation of touch, the cool air moving over my skin. Tight fabric around my crotch and hips.. Big pecs.. wait, pecs? I never had those. I’m scrawny! As I opened my eyes I saw two mountainous, hairy pecs! Treetrunk legs! Massive arms and hands! Wait… it can’t be?

I rushed to find a mirror, my new big heavy body being hard to control after such an amazing orgasm. With every step I felt heavy and powerful, like the guys I’d always dreamed of being. Finally, I found a mirror in the hallway. My thought was correct. I’m Mark now. As I stared into my reflection, new memories popped into my head. Mark had found this watch from an old witch. It promised endless pleasure, but that pleasure came with a risk. If the spirit trapped in the fabric were to make the wearer cum at the same time the spirit did, there would be a mental battle. If the spirit wanted the body more than the wearer, they’d swap places…

So that means that Mark is now trapped inside the underwear. And I get to be him for as long as I want? Wow.. “I’m MARK! HOT DADDY HUNK MARK! HAHAA” I yelled out. I took off the red underwear that was helplessly trying to suck my dick. “Sorry Mark, you’re not getting this body back. But tell you what, you’ll get to suck me off plenty of times. And if you do good, who knows, maybe I’ll offer you to some other hotty at the gym and you can try to take over his body instead.”

Let’s just say I have a lot of hot plans for this body.. Thanks Mark!

guyinthegreycloak

Karmic Holes

"Please don't take over my body! I'm sorry. It was an accident. I'll do whatever you want. Just not my body, please!!!" My soon to be home body, Nicholas said.

"You killed me. I no longer have a body of my own. I refused to go to the Light. Now, I'm taking your body because your soul has karmic holes. I can use the karmic holes related to me to harness your body as my own. Luckily, you're cute despite being a drunk driver."

My ghost body has nearly overtaken his physical one. I start reaching out to check my new package, and I could feel how big it really was. And Nicholas begged in tears, "that's my dick, you can't..."

"Yes, I can and I am. DAMN! you're hiding a mountain cocktail in your pants! My boyfriend will love this!"

"But... I'm not gay." Nicholas thought strongly.

"Don't bother fighting me for control anymore. Or I'll turn you in myself. It's either jail time or ME time. It's your pick." I smirked.

He quit fighting me. And I'm Nicholas now. I went to my boyfriend's place and he opened the door, and Codes asked, "Hi, who are you?"

"Your boyfriend" I quickly popped out my ghosty face from Nicholas's body. And Codes took a step back...

"I thought you died. Well, you clearly did. But how is this even possible, to take his body? Was he the hit and run? If so, damn. Karma is kinda hot."

We took things inside. And this Nicholas dick brought us a new and improved way to enjoy ourselves. Codes measured it for me, and it grew from 3 inches flaccid to 11 inches erect. Shouldn't be possible, but here it is. All for us.

2 weeks later.

Codes proposed to me, "I never want to lose you, again. Marry me, Nicholas. My host started fighting me and internally screaming, "This isn't supposed to be forever, was it? I want my body back!"

Codes put the ring on my finger. And Nicholas went silent. "The ring is enchanted. It allows you to possess any body that wears it, neutralizing any resistance from the host. I even wear the backup. If you ever need it, borrow my body until a suitable cutie is found." And he got hard from the thought of me inside him.

We went to the bedroom. And I was inside him the normal way, moaning about the weather raining deep down his bubble butt.

Codes mentioned in the afterglow, "By the way, both of souls are bonded and compatible with these rings, although I never died. So, it maybe many years before it's power is tested."

"Fuck. Are we immortal now? Maybe immortal adjacent. But still... I wonder what kind of hot body you'd live in one day. Hopefully, a man packing front and back. A model face. Oh, and a big bank account. Maybe a 20 something son of a millionaire..." we slept minutes later.

30 years later.

"I wonder how Nicholas is doing after I finally left that 50 year old body of his..." I remarked.

Codes, now in a college rich guy named David, "Just shut up and kiss me. It wasn't easy putting the ring on your new body. It barely fits, might need it as a necklace. Always keep it close, Blake."

"Cool. I like the sound of Blake. I wanna see us naked, David..." we undressed. And David was bigger than me...

"Sorry, Blake. I bottomed enough in the last life. My turn to be the biggest dick in the relationship." He turned me around and butt fucked me, and this body likes it more than my last. I'm so in love with him. And his taste in selecting hosts for us is so freaking sexy.

Speaking of taste... "Blake, try my cum... or we'll have to find you a new host..." as he slowly moved his hand towards the ring.

'Fine! Just don't touch it..." I drank it from the tap, and he immediately responded, "Good bottom."

"What? I can top too! 6 inches is enough." I said.

"I like our current set up. Me the top. And you're my bottom. In the next life, we can both be verse. But you have a debt to pay for all the topping you did to my past body."

I gulped. He made me pay in full for the next 15 years until we gave these men their bodies back at 35 with the memories of everything we did. They continued dating after we left.

And now, we're both verse and happy inside the total hunks below who were straight sex addicts trying to be each other's wingman. And now, they are for each other.

Happily Sex Ever After.

possesseddesiress

Trust Us, We Make You New

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Trust Us, We Make You New

CORPUS.INC continued to gain strength in the market; it was a publicly traded company, yes. It was somewhat controversial due to its practices involving body swapping and possessions here and there (activists questioned the ethics of monetizing people's bodies), but without a law to stop them, it was merely a moralistic question.

Although, of course, there were certain... under-the-table exchanges and arrangements.

The announcement that the Secretary of the Treasury was stepping down due to health issues to allow his Deputy Secretary to take over didn't surprise anyone or raise any alarms. Secretary Harwell was already too old, out of touch with certain issues, and terribly rigid. Criticism and commentary were inevitable every time he appeared on camera or gave a speech; he was a dinosaur trying to stay relevant, and that bothered people.

So, allowing his Deputy Secretary, Bennet, to take over was the best idea. He had only been selected a few weeks prior. He was strong, muscular, and attractive (because, well, image matters in politics too, right?). He displayed a mental agility and charisma that far surpassed his predecessor — of course, people loved him!

Big, strong, attractive, his Instagram was full of images that were a mix of suits and political speeches and gym sessions, self-care, and attractive selfies. He was the perfect replacement, the first step for the old generation to leave once and for all and let the new ones rise to power, right?...

— Yes, yes. I know your products are still new, I'm not complaining about that – Bennet said, flexing on the terrace of his new penthouse. There was a beautiful view of Manhattan, and he even had a pool – I know it's a prototype, I'm trusting you, but I want you to fix this.

— Mr. Harwell, as I explained, it’s normal for your old memories and those of your new body to merge; it’s a completely normal process of symbiosis. Moreover, given the semi-permanent nature of the process, it’s a reabsorption.

— Yes, but I don’t want this guy’s gay thoughts in my head! – he said in frustration. Having to stop himself with his muscles sweating and burning, he was finding it so hard not to want to smell his armpit.

It had been largely his fault. He hadn’t even given much thought to who he’d choose to be his new body; he’d just looked for attractive, muscular guys, a pretty face to be his puppet. It didn’t need knowledge of politics or finance; after all, he’d be the brains, he just needed the muscles.

And now he seriously regretted it. It turned out Bennet was addicted to smelling himself; he loved the stench of sweaty armpits, not only his own but other men’s as well. Images of him kissing other men, their muscles pressed together, panting, sweaty, and reeking. Damn! He had to stop because his tool had become "anxious."

— As I said before, Secretary Harwell…

— I don't give a damn about your explanations! Fix this now. It's the service I'm paying for! – There was silence on the other end of the line.

— Sure, we apologize. I'm sending an update to your neurotransmitter to fix the problem. Give me a few minutes. You'd better be sitting or lying down.

The man smiled victoriously. Finally, he could enjoy this new body properly. He settled into one of the outdoor chairs, put his feet up on the table, and stretched his muscular body. He waited for a while with his eyes closed, feeling nothing. He was about to ask when he felt a sharp pain in his temple. He had to stifle a scream and grip the armrests. What the hell was happening?!

— Shit! It hurts! Fix it right now!

— It's normal to feel that during the process. Please wait a second.

— I'll sue you. You sons of bitches! Ugh!

He felt the pressure in his skull increase. He squeezed his eyes and hands shut as he writhed. Images of other men surged through his mind, memories of Bennet's adventures at the gym during rush hour also surfaced, and the urge to smell his own armpits was uncontrollable.

— SHIT!

— Please wait a little longer, Mr. Bennet. The upgrade is almost finished. We thank you for hiring CORPUS.Inc, and remember: Trust us with your future – The line cut out, Bennet sat in the chair for a while longer, his breathing ragged, his headache starting to subside, he opened his eyes confused, and put his hand to his forehead, wincing in pain.

— Fuck... I need to take an aspirin or something.

He rubbed his head for a while longer. He still had some paperwork to do regarding taxes and finances; he remembered everything he needed to perform his new role in the cabinet, down to the last detail. Although... he felt more relaxed. Why had he been so annoyed moments before?

Meh. Never mind, it was better if he got to work.

Should he shower and put something on? He was all sweaty and smelly. Nah! He could work like this; after all, he loved the smell.

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I’m always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story… Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

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guyinthegreycloak

Frat Bros Meet Pride

(A requested story)

In the public restroom, I was taking a leak in a urinal. A straight frat bro went to my left to take a leak too. Out of nowhere he flips out, "Did you look at my dick?" He demanded to know in a panic.

"No. I always keep to myself? Just maybe you should do the same." The frat bro's face goes red. He stormed out without even washing his hands.

Then in the middle of the night at 1:00 AM, I was abducted from my college dorm room. Tied up and my mouth covered. I awoke to Frat bros doing some sort of hazing ritual.

The frat leader walked in and declared my reason for being here, "I am Simon the wizard and tonight my fellow straight bros, you will be tested against the mental might of a single gay man's pride. Our newest and definingly straight frat member Clay will do the honors of trying to overpower his will within his own body."

Clay walked in, "Don't worry, Simon. He's no match for my masculinity and and my mind to body connection."

The wizard Simon just threw my consciousness, my soul into Clay's body. I looked down and said, "fuck, this twunk is ripped." And I felt the new package harden...

Clay himself felt great rage against me, "This is my body! Get out, I'm better than this gay guy!!!"

The wizard Simon gave some advice, "True pride is not thinking you're better or about arrogance. It's about self certainty in your own capabilities."

And I responded using Clay's voice, "I think I'm feeling pretty capable." I just relaxed and moved my body, while Clay's mind sunk like quicksand into a sleepy coma.

Simon smiled and flirted, "yeah, indeed you are pretty and nearly one of us. We are all gays in possession of super straight men. Clay needed his straight body filled with a gay spirit like yourself. Welcome to the club, Clay!" He winked at me, and my heart skipped a beat.

Later, Simon asked me out on a date. I said "Yes, I would love to fu- I mean go on a date with you!"

"Since you're so horny, Clay... let me show something the frat did last week. But promise to save yourself for me later. Here..."

Simon explained, "This was the last possession ritual before yours. We called him Bubble Butt Brian when he started moaning by our obsessive touching of his ass. It was a virgin straight ass until that day."

I covered my dick. It was fully hard, but haven't the time to see it in it's full glory yet. I pulled my jeans away from my waist and it must be around 7 inches and 6 inches of pure girth...

Simon watched me, "Remember no jacking off. I want to be your first sexy experience in your new life." He licked his lips and grabbed ahold on my dick and added pressure to his grip. "Just hold on until after we eat. Fucking while hungry could reduce pleasure. Now, let's go do our date in the arcade."

I saw him having fun, but secretly I think he was trying to turn me on at every turn by acting promiscuous in regards to showing off his body to me. He looked at me with an enchanted aura in his eyes, "How do I look? Hot enough to ride a different bike?" He laughed in a quiet manner.

We had a awesome date. Did everything we wanted until we got back to the frat house. And while we were still in the car...

He put curtains around the windows. He kissed me. Putting his hand down my jeans and used the other to put the seat all the way back. Breathtaking and breathless soon after. He rode my new dick for the first time. Right after which, I rode his 9 inch dick, in which moments my heart was his prisoner and him, my warden.

We announced to the frat of our decision to become a couple. But we still have to pretend to be our straight hosts as to not arouse suspicion. They're giving me training on how to be Clay the Frat bro.

1 week later.

Simon instructing me, "Say what we taught you."

"Dude. What the fuck. Get off my dick. I'm not about that, bro!"

Simon looked proud, "You're ready. Help the frat with our next straight frat bro when the time arrives." We finally went on another date night out, and man did I look like a catch- Maybe a little gay, but pink is just a color, not a sexuality. (Fun fact. In the early 20th century, blue was originally for girls, and pink for boys. But cultural changes happened)

Ready for my date with Simon. He says I need to loosen up and just have fun. Can't help but be gay and a perfectionist. People are starting to ask questions because I keep checking out Simon in public. He likes to punish me during sexy time for my incompetence.

And the cycle will continue... a straight frat bro becoming possessed by a stray gay.

aindomen

The Adhinegoro family left for Budapest, and then London, to celebrate the family's favorite club Premier League victory. They left their sprawling Dharmawangsa residence to their trusted and diligent housekeeper, Aryo, who decided to try on the new tricks taught by his girlfriend. As he scoured through the laundry bin he should've washed, Aryo instead slide on the musky Calvin, damp athletic shorts and then the worn, sweat-and-cologne infused loose jersey on his skinny frame. He quickly filled in the clothing appropriately as his quad thickened, cock snaked down to fill the pouch even more and the jersey become tight yet fitting nicely on his now developed muscular form.

The act of putting on Bima's dirty laundry while chanted the mantra given by his girlfriend proven to be legit and not just some stupid cruel prank as he shifted to become the exact copy of the young, cocky socialite and only heir of the Adhinegoro family's wealth and lineage. Now for the next plan.......

thepossessionmaster

Photo credit: ghostdudepossession

Being an athlete is one of the best things a person could do for themselves. That was how Stinky viewed the world. Getting all hot, worked up, sweaty, musky, manly, horny, all so natural. Parks were a favorite haunt of the ghost because of frequent joggers and fitness nuts. There was a marathon scheduled this morning, and one of the first competitors who showed up majorly early met Stinky personally. The ghost threw himself into the hunk’s tight mini shorts and easily invaded him through his cock.

He spent the morning running, working out, flexing, making himself so disgustingly sweaty and ripe. The other competitors saw him and figured he was doing some kind of intense personal warm up routine. But the race kicked off and Stinky was nowhere to be seen. He had headed to the bathroom to enjoy his results one-on-one. He was jacking off to his own reflection, sniffing his foul pits and letting out a thick green sigh as he savored his new body.

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THANKSGIVING POSSESSION

Brendan loved working out! He does it 24/7 whenever he can! He’s a stud who all the girls wish could have him in their bed while all the guys wish they were him! “Dude, I look great in my new underwear! They make my junk look big!” Brendan says as he’s staring at himself in the mirror.

It was Thanksgiving morning, and Brendan wanted to go workout before he stuffed his face with food. But little did he know that the food wasn’t going to be the only thing that he’s stuffed with.

While Brendan turned around to pull up his grey sweatpants, he didn’t realize that a ghost floated into the mirror waiting and watching Brendan. Brendan turned around and looked at his mirror not noticing a blue reflection radiating off his mirror. “Screw fags! The gays deserve to be dominated by us alpha men!” Brendan says flipping off the mirror.

The ghost had enough of Brendan’s ego and decided to knock him down a few pegs! The ghost shot out of the mirror and Brendan screamed. “Permission to come a board?” The ghost flew forward and shot into Brendan’s mouth muffling his screams. The possession dance started and it didn’t take long for Brendan to lose control of his body. “Hubba Hubba Stud! Your body is nice!” The ghost started feeling his new body up and down, sniffing his new pits, and groping himself!

“Look at my new dick! Looks like you are about to become the newest gay on this street!” The ghost says downloading Grindr and taking multiple pictures of his new underwear and dick.

thepossessionmaster

Normally it wasn’t common for Fatso to go out of his way to possess athletes. They were tight, lean, sweaty, and they just suited his bro’s more than him. But when he saw Jackson running around on the field during an evening soccer practice, he was struck by instant attraction.

The rest of the team had retired to the locker room to hear the coach give feedback while Jackson went around to clean up the equipment. He sauntered in 10 minutes into the coach’s remarks and plopped on the bench with a horny, satisfied look. He kept looking all around at his hot, sweaty teammates, licking his lips, winking, blowing them kisses. Most of them blushed, looked away and moved their crotches strategically. Fatso was about to give team player a whole new meaning!

possessmedude

Men Merging 2

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Men Merging 3

possessmedude

Men Merging

The older and younger bodybuilders were excited to merge their bodies. The younger man loved all the superior muscles and masculinity of the older man and wanted to be part of him and have him added to his own body. He knew he was losing himself in the process, but he wanted to be part of the alpha that the older man was. The older man loved the idea of the youth and smooth muscles being added to his body. After merging, the new version embraced his extra musky and masculine scent and explored his new body. The older man was in control of the new merged body while the younger man was still conscious but in a state of bliss in the passenger’s seat of their shared mind

guyinthegreycloak

Fair and Square: Swap Shark Tale.

"Dude. Stop asking. I won it fair and square. Go find another body to win. You shouldn't have offered your own body as collateral."

He walked away but then came back, "I really need it back, okay? And please stop doing only fans, and posting my dick online. It's not fair." He begged.

"Well, it's not your dick anymore, is it? It's mine." I groped my package in front of him. "All mine... I'm the new Oliver" the package straining against the cage of my blue jeans.

I never saw him again. I got a boyfriend a few weeks later after countless hooking up.

My boyfriend Aiden went missing for a couple days, and came back different. He kissed me. I didn't refuse as I was horny. I thrusted into him. He started to thrust his own heavy dick inside me. He kissed me during, and whispered, "I want my body back for your boyfriend's body in return.

I was rapidly moaning, 'Fuck. Fucking finish!" I felt his load fill up the bubble butt he so desperately wanted back.

We discussed everything in the shower, "Where's my real boyfriend?"

"Does it matter? Neither of us will downgrade. He's in the body a weak 23 year old twink. I won it after gambling for it. And managed to win again after challenging your lover here. His ego couldn't not be his downfall. Now, here I am. A body I don't mind inhabiting."

"I..." I froze.

He looked down at his former dick. 'I'd prefer to not pound to my own former assets everyday. Switch with me. And I will show you what that body can really do. I see you jacking off to your- my former reflection in the mirror. You'd love to get fucked by it."

"Okay. But I'm in charge." We went and got switched.

It was only 3 days inside my boyfriend's body before a man came knocking, a twink man with a charming face. He demanded that this body be returned. The rental company of body swapping known as Swap Shark, handed me a bill and placed my soul into that twink. And he left.

I became furious. I demanded the body back, "My boyfriend rented his body to you? How? why?"

He laughed, "He unknowingly signed a contract with Swap Shark for his body to be used by others for a period of 5 years for a lump sum of only 50k. He's trapped in the passenger seat while others drive him. Sorry for the deception."

"That's not right. This is criminal. I need to call someone." I yelled. Oliver in the original flesh, "I don't think so, I was given a great deal for tricking him. My body back for your boyfriend's body now being a money maker. Plus you get to be my beautiful submissive twink."

My new body felt less powerful. I was pretty. But no power in my muscles. "What are you going to do to me?" I gulped with shallow breaths.

"Get on the bed. The body you're using was already cleaned out for bottoming before arrival. And with this dick... that's all mine. You could say I beat the game, "Fair and Square". But maybe if you're a good twink, I'll let you rent out your boyfriend's body to use again. With big dicks comes big loads to carry." He patted his dick. And inserted it inside me from behind me.

Oliver ramming my hole making my dick leak, "You're just my type, a twink that can take a hit from my dick's extra large loads. Thanks for the body back. No more gambling away my precious body. You deserve a reward for taking such good care of it."

We went at it until my ass was overflowing. I swear the loads were never this big when that body was mine. It must respond differently to him. "I will have to hope he'll honor his promise to let me use Aiden's body. Better me than a stranger." I thought.

There was nothing fair or square about this. Swap Shark is nothing but a criminal organization of swap-body theft schemes.

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Leñador

Derrick hacia su rutina diaria de trabajo como leñador, lamentablemente había un ser alienígena que llevaba días atrapado en la Tierra y buscaba un método de ser libre para andar.

El ser alienígena al ver a Derrick, supo que no había otra oportunidad más, entonces se apareció frente a Derrick quién por el susto no pudo moverse, el alien lo inmovilizo y aprovecho para introducirse dentro de él.

El alien al instante, obtuvo todas las memorias y habilidades de Derrick, por lo que debía actuar normal como el lo haría y termino su trabajo.

Ya en casa con un poco más de privacidad, el alien pudo conocer un poco mejor su nuevo e increíble cuerpo.

El alien no podía dejar de admirarse, hizo una transición exitosamente sexy.

Finalmente como Derrick, el alienígena pudo ser feliz, andar entre los otros seres humanos con una apariencia normal, ya era completamente libre de caminar y vivir una nueva vida.

El alienígena al robarse los conocimientos de Derrick, se enteró que existe un ciclo de vida para los seres humanos y existe el momento que toca reproducirse. Posiblemente sea momento de reproducir su propia especie, el alienígena ya alteró el código genético de Herrick y ahora podía procrear incluso con hombres.

Una nueva era comenzó.

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Cambio familiar

Mi familia cada siete años nos reunimos para el gran cambio familiar, una tradición que tenemos hace siglos porque nuestro antepasado hizo un trato fatal con un ser místico y al no cumplir, nos castigo a toda nuestra descendencia, según eso dice la leyenda.

Cada 7 años, todos los descendientes nos reunimos en un solo punto y hacemos una gran fiesta antes del gran cambio, y al caer la medianoche todos los integrantes de la familia mayores a 21 años serán intercambiados de cuerpo para siempre hasta el próximo cambio.

Este año cumplí ese requerimiento de edad y por supuesto yo decidí quedarme dormido, quería despertar y sorprenderme al saber con quién intercambie.

Al día siguiente, desperté y me impacte al ver que intercambie con mi primo mayor Patrick, el es uno de los miembros más apuestos de esta familia.

Como pasaron siglos, tengo demasiada familia lejana, en realidad no conocía casi nada de Patrick, solo lo reconocía porque el nació dotado con los mejores genes familiares y siempre todos hablan de él.

Me alegra que el cambio familiar haya sido favorecedor para mí, me da tristeza saber que solo estaré siete años en este cuerpo, si fuera por mi, yo quisiera que fuera permanente por siempre.

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Shell Change

Hermit crabs are well-known worldwide for their habit of using seashells as "mobile homes", which they gradually replace as the previous one becomes too small or uncomfortable. It's a simple and easy process. But with human intervention, it has gradually become more complicated, causing the crabs to end up using other, less conventional things as shelters.

Larry was a small crab who had had quite bad luck finding a new shell. He had only found trash and a few other containers that were too impractical for him to use. However, being without a protective shell was like being out in the open, begging Mother Nature to do her work. He couldn't continue taking such risks.

He had surfaced to try to improve his search on the surface. Maybe he would have better options than the seabed. He searched everywhere without much success until he saw something lying on the sand. It was... gigantic, about twelve times his size. He could see the folds of muscle, the deep crimson of what appeared to be a... loincloth? He had no idea what he was looking at.

He wasn't unfamiliar with humans, but he was certainly used to seeing them more "active" rather than lying completely motionless. Larry tried to move beside it to gently push it away, but at that moment, he felt as if his paws were sinking into its skin like wet sand. He tried to back away, testing the surface with curiosity.

He had no idea if human skin had that characteristic, but a sound similar to a squawk from the sky alerted him that a seagull was circling the area, dangerously close. The little hermit crab panicked. What would he do? He was completely exposed. If he went back to the sea, who knew what dangers awaited him there? Venturing further inland wasn't an option either, and staying there was even less so. So what was the best option?

Larry stepped on the skin again, feeling the soft, squishy surface once more. Another croak alerted him. With little choice but to push forward, slowly entering the man's back. The man let out an uncomfortable grunt. The crustacean continued pushing until it disappeared completely inside his spine.

At first, the man's body remained completely still until it began to move abnormally again. His back twisted to the right, his legs began to move uncontrollably as if he were kicking the air, his arms followed suit, and his eyes fluttered open with vague movements that briefly turned them blank. He continued to grunt and gasp incomprehensibly, his hands thrashing against the sand as he felt something else invading him from within, climbing up his spine to the top of his head.

The stranger continued to thrash about on the ground, shaking his head, trying to maintain control of his body with his hands, but without much success.

— MWWWHHHAAAWWW – he continued to grunt, writhing, his breathing ragged, his pulse even more so. He tried to resist with all his might until it was impossible. He only let out a defeated gasp, collapsing onto the sand, exhausted.

He remained like that for a while, his chest exposed, until he opened his eyes, somewhat confused. The light bothered him as if the sun were shining directly on him; his head was killing him. He groaned again, covering his face.

— Ugh... Shit – He whispered, lying there with his eyes closed until he opened them, confused. He got up quickly; why did he feel so heavy? He tried to crawl, but his arms gave way, pulling him back and sending him sprawling face-first onto the sand – Agh! – He lay on the sand for a while longer, his nervous eyes darting around, his hands slowly reaching for his face – What... what the hell is this?

He got up as best he could, struggling to move his legs normally; he seemed clumsy. He moved one foot in front of the other and then back again, the sand tickling the soles of his feet. What had seemed like confusion and annoyance at first quickly transformed into surprise and... something more.

The crab-turned-man brought his hands to his new pectoral muscles, squeezing them. It was a completely new sensation, nothing like his usual rough, hard skin. It was... soft and spongy. He let out a chuckle that ended in a gasp, his eyes rolling back as his finger brushed against his areolas.

— Mfhhh! – escaped his lips, his fingers sliding against them, opening his mouth to tempt his moist tongue. Everything was new to him, so... big and perfect. Was it like a new... shell? A refuge? He'd certainly used some unusual things, but this far surpassed anything he'd ever known.

Those agile hands, with those long fingers, those... biceps and... Ugh! What was that smell? He tentatively raised his armpits to give it a quick sniff. They smelled quite strong, a mixture of sea salt and something more acidic, similar to vinegar. He wrinkled his nose but sniffed again, taking a deep drag. The more he smelled, the more he liked it.

Under his gaze, confused, as he felt his new tool harden against his wet swimsuit, Larry touched it, only to let out a long gasp. His hand wrapped tightly around it, rubbing himself like a pervert.

— Mfhhhh, f-fuck – In his marine life, he'd never known such fucking... vivid pleasure. It felt great. The birds and other predators that could devour him in one bite were nothing compared to his new form! Those enormous feet were fantastic, and those... muscles? Was that what they were called? They were fantastic! He was a little confused as to why his new "rear end" was so damn big and soft, plump like an anemone, haha! Maybe it would help him float better, who knows.

The poor guy was so confused and ecstatic about the wonders of being human that it was the least of his worries. With that enormous, smelly body, which was a damn gift to him, he could happily adapt to his new form. He was loving being human. Maybe it would be a problem getting used to the... Customs and not wanting to go swimming in the sea, but he could adapt.

And man, did he want to start learning more about the wonders of being human; those gigantic feet were piquing his curiosity so much... Larry moved along the sand, hopping gently with his new gift. How... did it even get to the shore in the first place?

It turned out the original owner was named Gerry, a tourist who had come to the beach area to experience a "bodysuit" party, one of the newest offerings from CORPUS.Inc. Entry was by invitation only. There, they assigned "roles" – some would wear the suits, others would be the ones. For better or worse, Gerry had been assigned the last one.

He felt his skin transform from what he was used to into a rubber suit the moment he took a sip of a cocktail with a "special touch". A fat millionaire had chosen him, groping himself all over with other borrowed guys just as sculpted and attractive as himself. He had behaved like a complete pervert (in fact, the word fell short; more like a damn pig), sniffing other people's feet and armpits, touching everyone here and there, and hadn't hesitated for a single second to put on his tight, passion-colored swimsuit.

Until he abandoned it on the beach. Gerry had been instructed that the effect would wear off after midday and that he would return to normal without any complications or side effects. Until Larry found him and... Well, he seemed quite pleased with his gift, which, unfortunately for the original owner, had already passed the time limit for returning to normal. So it was only a matter of time before they both got used to their new roles.

But goddamn! Larry was going to discover all out the new pleasures of humanity. Today was just the bright horizon of his new and fantastic life; this was the best shell change of his life! Yes!

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I saw this guy at the gym and knew I wanted him more than anything. I shoot my shot and he actually gave me his number! I’ve been texting him for a while and we finally agree to go on a date.

Turns out though, he was just doing it as a prank. Making fun of me for being fat and gross especially compared to his godly self. I just ran away crying.

The next morning on my walk to work I saw a shop I hadn’t seen there before. When I went inside, the lady at the counter asked if I was okay, she said I didn’t look like I was, and I told her the story of the previous night. She told me “he may have looks but you have kindness. you deserve to take his muscles and looks. someone as nice as you deserves them more.” and then told me to grab a wishing stone on the house.

I thought nothing of it but kept in my pocket thinking of what she said. I wished I could have his beautiful perfect pecs and biceps. His perfect abs and luscious long hair. Suddenly, I felt every step getting heavier when I was walking. My legs felt huge

I felt like everything in my body was stretching weirdly and stopped in a nearby restaurant bathroom. When I looked into the mirror I didn’t see myself. I saw HIM.

I was him. The perfect man. Now I go to the gym as him and pose and flaunt this new body while he’s stuck in my old body.

I laugh at him now. He deserves it. I wonder if the woman at the shop put some kind of spell on him cuz he’s ALWAYS working out in my old body but he never loses weight or gains muscles. He just stays fat.

I’ve gained so much confidence in this body it’s crazy. I wonder if I could get him in my old body to worship his old body. Slap him around a little and make him my bitch. I follow him into the locker room and make him a fake deal. I tell him, worship your old body, suck your old dick and swallow. Take every kick and slap I give you and I’ll take out the wishing stone and wish to go back to the way things were.

I’ve never seen such an eager fat man sucking a cock before. I have to admit it was so much fun to slap the old me around. I hit him so hard as he worshipped every inch of my body. My biceps, my armpits, my pecs. They’re all mine now. When he was done swallowing my load and begging me to go back to his old body I just laughed.

Nope. This feels right now. Him, my submissive bitch. And me, the superior alpha muscle man. He still worships me every day at the gym and I let him suck my dick. Not for free anymore though he gives me $100 dollars each time.

God, I was really made for the alpha life.