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[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.......

[agginthabag]

Boss for the Day

[aindomen]

While my roommate is leaving the kost-an for the week to enjoy Bali with his girlfriend during this long holiday period, I decided to put on his clothes and pretended to be him as my form instantly shifted to resemble him as long as I put on articles with his DNA still on the article.

Now, if you can excuse me, I have a dating/hooking up profile to set up using this handsome face

[risefromabyss]

Patrick was a total jerk—hot-headed, arrogant, the kind of guy who made you wonder if British "gentlemen" were just a lie. As his work partner, not only did I have to put up with his attitude, but I was constantly cleaning up his messes before he blew our deals. So, yeah, helping myself to that damn fine body of his feels like fair. The guy did have a damn good shape.

A little pixie wing dust mixed into a couple of strong drinks, and now look at him—pretty like an angel. Maybe I’ll keep this partnership going a bit longer. Next time, though… I’m thinking of trying a more interesting potion.

[bodythiefsblog]

Waiting for him is driving me insane. Why the fuck is he taking so long to come out of the gym? My crotch is throbbing, painfully trapped against the tight fabric of my shorts. I can’t hold back anymore. I need that man’s body.

Ever since I kissed someone for the first time, I’ve known about my power. I can take anyone’s body I want. Total control. The only way to be free is when I decide to leave—and that usually happens after I’ve jerked off so many times I get bored.

I reach down and squeeze my aching bulge, trying to adjust it. The leather seat of my motorcycle is hot from the sun, keeping my cock painfully hard. I glance around the empty parking lot, then slide my hand into my shorts, gripping my leaking dick. Soon I’ll be doing the same thing inside his body. God, he’s a real man—hairy, thick, masculine. All of that is about to become mine.

Footsteps approach. I yank my hand out fast. A second later, he’s right beside me. Sergio. My target. He joined the gym recently, but I noticed him from day one. The moment I saw him shirtless in the locker room, I knew I had to have him.

“Hey, Sergio. How’s it going?” I’d spent weeks building rapport, hoping it would make this smoother. “What did you train today?”

“Hey man, thought you’d already left,” he says, bumping fists with me like we’re bros. “Chest day. It was brutal.”

“I bet. Every time I hit chest I feel like I can’t even breathe,” I reply, instinctively touching my own pecs while my eyes devour his massive frame under the dim parking lot lights.

“You coming tomorrow?” he asks, swinging a leg over his motorcycle.

I can’t wait anymore.

“Yeah, but there’s one last thing I need to tell you.” He turns to look at me. I swallow hard, grab his tank top with both hands, and yank him into a brutal kiss.

He tries to shove me off—those huge arms nearly succeed—but I force my tongue deeper. Our mouths fight, tongues sliding wet and aggressive. He’s experienced, and that only makes me hungrier.

The familiar rush hits me. My consciousness rips free and floods into him through the kiss. I force every inch of his body to obey me, claiming muscle, bone, and cock. A few seconds later, I open my new eyes and stare at my old, empty body standing there like a discarded puppet.

I shove it aside gently and grin.

“Let’s see what you’ve got for me, big boy.” My voice—his voice—is deep and rough. I run my hands over my new chest, feeling how pumped and solid it is from the workout.

My palms slide down to my abs, then lower. I freeze for a second when I grab the fat, heavy cock straining in his shorts. It’s thick, veiny, and surrounded by a dense, dark bush of pubic hair.

“Fuck yes,” I growl, massaging my new balls. A low, masculine moan escapes my lips.

“What the fuck is happening?!” Sergio’s voice screams beside me. His ghostly form is standing right there, staring in horror as I grope his stolen body.

I smirk. “Jesus, man. You’ve been hiding a fucking monster in here.” I squeeze the thick shaft harder, not caring that he’s yelling at me.

He keeps screaming, demanding his body back. I ignore him. All I want is to get home and break this hairy beast in.

“Give me my body back, you freak!” he shouts.

I climb onto his motorcycle. “Bro, I’m not talking to you out here. People are gonna think I’m crazy talking to myself. And in case you haven’t noticed, only I can see you.”

“You’re just gonna leave your old body there?” he sneers. “It looks like a damn statue. People will ask questions.”

I wave a hand, putting my old shell on autopilot. It climbs onto my old bike and follows. Years of practice make it easy.

It took a little effort to find Sergio’s apartment—his constant bitching made accessing his memories annoying. I drop the gym bag by the door and head straight for the full-length mirror.

I don’t waste time. My hands roam over my new torso, squeezing the swollen, sensitive pecs. The pump from chest day still burns deliciously. I rip the tank top off.

Thick, dark hair covers my chest and stomach. I run my fingers through it, tugging lightly, my mind flooding with filthy thoughts.

“Stop touching me!” the real Sergio yells, forced to watch.

“Why? It’s my body now.” I shove the shorts and underwear down. His—my—cock springs out, heavy and already drooling precum. I grip it with both hands and moan like a whore.

Sergio moans too, involuntarily. The pleasure hits him as hard as it hits me.

“You like that, huh?” I laugh. “Too bad we’re stuck together. Every time I feel good, you feel it too.”

Panic flashes across his face. He knows I’m into men. And that knowledge makes my new cock throb even harder.

I tear the underwear completely off and start stroking. The shaft is fat, veined, and covered in dark hair at the base. I spit on it and jerk faster, staring at the reflection of this hairy, muscular bear.

The smell hits me—raw, masculine sweat from the gym. I lift one thick arm and bury my face in my pit, inhaling deeply. The musky, pungent scent makes my eyes roll back.

“Fuck, I stink,” I groan. Sergio is panting beside me, clearly fighting the pleasure he’s receiving from his own body.

I close my eyes and picture all the guys from the gym—tight shorts, sweaty bodies, some shirtless. Then I open them again and stare at the hairy beast in the mirror.

“Don’t think about guys—” Sergio begs.

“I control this body. I’ll think about whatever the fuck I want.” I close my eyes again and imagine bending over half the gym. “I’m gonna cum!”

Thick ropes of cum splatter across the mirror and onto my hairy abs. I scoop some up and lick it slowly off my fingers, savoring the salty taste while staring right at Sergio’s horrified face.

He’s still moaning, legs shaky.

I smirk, then grab my phone. One of Sergio’s gym buddies, a tall, muscular guy named Marco, had been texting him earlier. I reply quickly: “Come over. Need help with something.”

Twenty minutes later Marco knocks. He barely gets inside before I shove him against the wall and kiss him hard, my hairy chest pressing into his.

“The fuck, Sergio?” he mutters, surprised—but his hands are already grabbing my ass.

“Shut up and suck my cock,” I growl, pushing him to his knees.

Marco doesn’t need much convincing. He swallows my thick, hairy dick down to the base, gagging eagerly while the real Sergio watches in humiliated shock. I fuck Marco’s throat deep and rough, one hand gripping his hair, the other tugging on my own nipples.

“Take it all, you fucking slut,” I groan in Sergio’s deep voice.

When I finally cum, I flood Marco’s mouth and make him swallow every drop. Then I bend him over the couch and breed his tight ass raw, pounding him until he’s whimpering and shooting hands-free all over the floor.

The whole time, the real Sergio is forced to feel every brutal thrust, every pulse of pleasure.

After Marco leaves, spent and satisfied, I stand in front of the mirror again, cum still dripping down my hairy thighs.

I grin at my reflection and at the broken-looking spirit beside me.

“I hope you enjoyed your first time with a man, Sergio. Because I’m keeping this body for a long, long time.”

[nonotnolan]

Time to Waste

There wasn't much to do in Suburbia over the summer, especially if you were as unpopular as I was. Sure, I'd managed to collect several friends in college, but unfortunately we all lived in different cities. I wasn't lucky enough to be able to afford an apartment over the summer, which meant I was stuck back home. Discord helped counter some of the loneliness, sure, but it was the glacial pace of the weekday afternoons that was slowly driving me to boredom. So when I heard the doorbell, of course I thought it was some door to door salesman or something.

Instead, it was Dale-- the next door neighbor who used to be one of my closest friends... until he abandoned me in High School once the Football team offered him an "in" with the cool kids. "Can I come in?" he asked, scuffing his foot on the cement porch. I glared at him, trying to figure out just how much audacity he must have to be here after he made four of the past five years of my life a living hell.

"Alright, look," he said, staring intently at the door. It was uncharacteristically awkward of him, and it was throwing me off guard. "I know I was an asshole, and you're not obligated to forgive me. But I... look, one year in college was enough to show me just how unfair I was to you, and I... was hoping you'd allow me to make it up to you somehow? So that we can be friends again?" He looked into my eyes, and I could almost swear they were starting to water.

But how could it ever be enough? I scowled, crossing my arms as I glared at him. "So the rumors were true. You were outed as a gay man, and now everyone's abandoned you." I expected him to deflect, to get mad, to-- to do something!... but instead he just stared at the ground. I had gone too far. "Alright, look. I feel bad for you, I do, but... do you have any idea how much hurt you caused me? That doesn't all go away just because you've also been hurt. Just what do you think you could offer that would make me forgive you?"

He tapped the side of his neck, just under his ear. "You've got a Swapper unit, right? How about I give you access to my body, no strings attached?" He flashed me a suave grin and he flexed his bicep. No wonder he showed up at my door without wearing a shirt, he wanted to make sure I'd noticed all of the muscle he'd gained over the past few years. "And not just for tonight," he added. "Neither of us have a job over the summer, right? You can wear my body to all of the local parties I've been invited to-- hell, you can score some pussy in my body, I don't mind."

I hated to admit it, but I was definitely intrigued by his offer. My v-card was practically burning a hole in my pocket, and being inside of Dale's sexy body instead of my thin, gangly frame would make that so much easier to deal with. I gestured him inside, and he flopped down on the living room couch just like old times. "I... okay, obviously I'm interested, but... what's in it for you?"

"Well, for starters, I'd get one of my close friends back," he said, smiling at me. "But also... you were right, I got outed. A lot of people are trying to freeze me out ever since I got caught in the locker rooms with Jeff. But no one has any proof, and the person who caught us is kind of an asshole. So I figure, if people see my body hooking up with women, maybe this whole thing will blow over. I'm not exactly excited to go back into the closet, but... locker room talk, you know how it is." He paused for a few moments, glancing over at me. "Well, you don't, but trust me. Everyone loves getting their dick sucked by some twink on the downlow, but when it's a teammate sucking dick, suddenly that's a big deal."

He must have seen the concerned look on my face, because he started to panic again. "Not that I'd be sucking dick in your body," he added, wringing his hands. "I wouldn't be any having sex in your body if you're not cool with it, that's disrespectful. I'd just spend the evenings in my room, playing video games. Promise. And I... if you want, I could also take your body to the gym, build up some muscle for you?" He looked truly desperate, and I had to admit I was starting to feel bad for the guy. The two of us, sitting here like this... it reminded me of all of the good times we used to have.

"Alright, I accept," I said, letting out a deep sign. I wanted to stay angry, but seeing him in front of me, begging this hard... I didn't have it in me to reject him to his face. He reached out to shake my hand, but I stopped short. "I'm restating the terms. No sex or alcohol in my body, but I can have sex and alcohol in your body. You're cool with it, but I'm not. And no limits to how many parties I can attend in your body-- you can only deny me a body swap if you've got a family thing planned. Break either of those terms, and you're dead to me."

"Scout's honor," he said, offering his hand again. I shook his hand, and he wrapped me in a quick bro hug just like old times. "You wanna swap right now? Mike's throwing a party later tonight, and I promised I'd be there. Maybe later we can catch up, play some League or something, but I figured for your first party, you'd want time to prepare." I couldn't help but laugh. Even after all this time, he knows me so well.

And that's how I found myself standing in the middle of Dale's room, checking out his body in the mirror and sporting a half-chub at how good I looked. I should probably be happy to have one of my childhood friends back, but... to be honest, I was mostly just daydreaming about all of the sex I was going to have in his body this summer. I've seen his Instagram selfies, I'm fully aware of what I'm getting out of this trade. I'm not about to let any of that time go to waste.

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"Dale, why did you swap with him? That body looks like ass." My boyfriend had invited me over to his place like always, but I had kept most of my afternoon a secret. I warned Jeff that I was probably going to be wearing my neighbor's body for most of the summer, and that was all that I told him in advance. "You told me this was a good surprise. Nothing about your neighbor's body is good."

I just rolled my eyes at him. I loved him, but Jeff could be so shallow sometimes. Here I was trying to give him sexy fun times, but he couldn't get past my borrowed face. "Look, not every guy can be as hot as I am, alright? It's still me inside of here. And don't forget that I wouldn't have to resort to lending my body out to my lame-ass neighbor if someone could take a cock up the butt without screaming his head off. Besides, you haven't seen what I'm packing." I dropped my boxers to the floor and kicked them aside, letting my new nine-inch coke can do the talking. He was struck speechless, and I took advantage of that rare moment to lay seductively across his bed. "I trust this body has your approval now?"

"Holy shit, yes!" Jeff climbed onto the bed next to me without taking his eyes off of my erection. "This dork is packing all of that?" he asked, practically drooling at the sight of it.

I gave it a few tugs, letting some precum build up at the tip. "I told you it was a good surprise. I've known he was packing a big one ever since we were in Middle School, but I never thought I would get a chance to enjoy it like this. Anyway-- I had to pretend that I wouldn't be having sex in his body, so I can't really do anything other than top."

"Fine by me," Jeff said, pulling lube out of the drawer in his nightstand. "I'll go back to being verse when you're back in your own body. If I've only got the summer months to enjoy this massive cock, I'm not about to let any of that time go to waste."

[hyphyphurray]

The Gardener

Cody was one of the sweeter guys I’d dated. Cute, quiet, thoughtful. But I could never get a full read on what he was thinking. Every time he looked at me, it felt like he was looking at one his “projects.” He was always finding broken furniture and fixing it up, or discarded clothes and patching them. He could pull off that kind of boho-cute thing in a way I never could, just effortlessly boyish and unconcerned. I mean, the boy could pull over wearing OVERALLS for Christ’s sake. His pride and joy, though, was his tiny garden in his sunroom. He had one of those rent-stabilized deals on a weird shaped apartment in a neighborhood long before it was ever “cool” - run down, but kinda industrial, skylight… and a converted roof space turned greenhouse. His gut instinct for “potential” where others saw an eyesore paid off, and paid off big.

Which is why I sometimes felt weird that he was dating me. He was just so damn sexy without trying, that unruly hair that would somehow be less attractive if you ever tamed it, and a face that could light up a room like a Broadway marquee. Everyone who met him was instantly charmed, and the worst part was, it wasn’t an act. He actually WAS sweet, and insightful, and supportive, and could cook, and garden, and be handy, and listen to good music and, and, and….

It was almost painful.

The hottest, most successful men you could ever meet would basically be throwing themselves at him, and he’d just smile and gracefully brush them off.

I didn’t get what he saw in me at all. I was this short, kinda pale, scrawny guy, always slumped and hiding behind my glasses. Little to no sex drive, unconfident… And the weird part was, I knew his type. Cody had a history of these toned, sexy otter boys- tattoos, body hair, the whole bit. He’d talk about these underground sex parties they’d go to, the boys they’d fuck together. I just felt out of my league the whole time.

I decided to finally talk to him about it one day, when he was gardening.

“Aw, babe,” he said. “You’re way too hard on yourself. If I didn’t see a beautiful future for us, do you think I’d be dating you? You just gotta have some faith and patience.”

He waved me down to look at a pot near him.

“I planted this little guy the same day we met,” he said, as I knelt next to him. A frail stalk was held up by several strings. It looked ready to keel over.

“Looks like we’re both string beans,” I grimaced.

Cody looked up at me with his beaming eyes.

“It’s still growing,” he said, and then closed his eyes and cupped it in his palms.

The heat of the greenhouse felt oppressively stuffy all of a sudden. My vision got a little blurry.

“Yeah, I just…” I wavered. “I- … I think I need to lay down.”

I stood up, feeling a head rush, and stumbled my way to our bedroom.

The bed, the pillow-

It all went dark.

“Hey.”

I rubbed my eyes.

“Hey, Good morning.”

I blinked. Cody’s beautiful, bright face enveloped my sight.

“You were out all afternoon and night,” he said, stroking the side of my face. “You really must have needed some time to rest up.”

I stretched, my shoulders popping as I did so. I felt… well, great, to be honest. My legs stretched out under the sheet, tickling my hair…

Wait.

I threw off the sheet and looked down at my legs.

They were covered in hair! Long, black hair, over both of them. And my stomach! My chest! I mean- hair, and, and more that that- muscle!

I mean, I wasn’t like STACKED or anything, but… holy fuck! I was hairy! And was toned!

I looked over at Cody, and he simply smiled.

“What is it, babe?” he asked, rubbing my leg.

I was speechless.

“I mean- I’m… I’m hairy! I’ve got hair everywhere! And, and like… the beginnings of pecs! And-”

My hand leapt to my face.

“I have scruff?!”

Cody laughed his beautiful laugh.

“Well, yeah, Zack,” he smiled. “It’s one of the things I love about you.”

“But-” I stammered. “Cody… I… I didn’t used to have scruff? I’ve never been able to grow facial hair!”

My boyfriend just shook his head and smiled slightly.

“I remember you telling me that when I first met you, but I mean, you always have to shave every day, or it just kind of takes over.”

He gave me a peck on the cheek.

“I guess I’ve always had a thing for late bloomers,” he said, slid out of bed, and went to make breakfast.

What the fuck was going on?!

I went to the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. Hair! And sinewy, taught muscle! My hands rubbed my body all over. It was real. And was I taller?

If this was a dream, I didn’t want it to end.

I helped Cody in the garden that afternoon. It was sunny, and beautiful. All the plants seemed to almost glow in the afternoon light. I could feel myself basking in it myself.

The sun went down and I passed out after dinner, hard.

“Good morning sexy.”

Once again, the first thing I saw my boyfriend’s illuminated smile. I grinned in spite of myself.

He sat up, and then swung his leg over me, straddling me. He slowly brought his face close to mine and went in for a kiss.

I pulled him down, my hand on the back of his head. I felt his legs squeeze against my side. His hand squeezed my arm.

“Damn, Zack,” he said, smiling down at me. “That time at the gym is really paying off.”

Gym? I laughed and then stopped. My voice felt…

I cleared my throat.

“Cody?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Does my voice sound…?”

I stopped as I caught sight of my arm. I fumbled quickly for my glasses on the nightstand.

There on my forearm, was a huge, intricate tattoo.

“Holy shit!” I yelled.

Cody rolled off me and grabbed his bathrobe.

“Yeah, you have arms,” he said, as he left to make coffee. “Shouldn’t come as that much of a surprise.”

“I have a tattoo!” I yelled.

“A new one?” Cody called from the kitchen. “What does that bring you up to? Five?”

I ran to the bathroom.

I barely recognized myself.

The hair from yesterday was still there – I even had what could pass for a light beard! -  but the muscles were even bigger. I had some bulk! I looked down at myself. I was definitely taller, maybe 5'9’’? 5'10’’?

But the bigger shock was the tattoos. Crawling up my arm was a huge, beautiful tattoo. A few small, cursive font smaller tattoos dotted various parts of my body. This was insane. This was crazy!

I was changing into some muscled, tattooed, hipster jock…

… and I fucking loved it.

All day long, I couldn’t help but strut around a bit. Everything physical just felt… easier. I helped Cody repot some of his larger ferns, and then stopped and stared at him. Fuck he was beautiful.

Then I noticed it- the tiny, frail plant that he had shown me. It was… well, certainly not frail. It looked like it had sprouted several huge new vines and was downright huge compared to before.

Cody saw me staring at it.

“See? It just needed a little time, care, and love,” he said, and winked.

I was speechless.

“So, you-” I gestured at the plant. “That, me- ?”

Cody laughed his sparkling laugh.

“Not big on sentences today, are we?”

I stared at him.

“You did this,” I said. “You… you made me into this.”

Cody slowly stroked my now bearded face and stared into my eyes. Fuck I loved him.

“You had potential,” he said softly. “And I could just see how much you needed to be loved.”

It was true. I had been so lonely when I met him.

“I wanted to love you,” he continued. “So I did.”

He grinned.

“But I also wanted a big, muscle-y, hairy, tattooed, slutty himbo to help me in the garden, so…”

Wait.

“Himbo? I mean. Don’t get me wrong, I like the muscles, but,” I laughed. “I don’t feel any dumber. And I’m not exactly Mr. Sex.”

“No,” he grinned. “Not yet.”

I froze.

“Wait,” I said. “How much are you going to change me?”

He smiled.

“As much as I want, love,” he said gently. “I keep working on everything I bring home until it fits just right.”

He picked up the once-small plant and winked at me.

“Now, sleep.”

And it all went black.

“I brought you coffee, sleepyhead.”

My boyfriend’s voice slowly pulled my foggy brain up.

I yawned and stretched my massive frame, and sat up against the wall.

“Coffee?” I said gruffly, holding out my hairy hand and taking the mug Cody offered. I rubbed my eye. Man, I could just not wake up. I felt fuzzy.

I squinted down at Cody. Something was nagging me. I couldn’t remember. Fuck, he looked cute. At 5'10’’, he was a good four inches shorter than me, fresh-faced, boyish. My hand absent-mindedly pawed at my morning wood. Fuck, I love how thick I feel in these briefs.

“Having trouble waking up?” Cody asked.

I frowned.

“Heh, yeah, babe. I dunno.”

I yawned again and stretched my bulging, tattooed arms.

“Have you seen my glasses?”

Cody laughed.

“Your what?” he giggled.

Oh. Hah.

“Man,” I grinned. “I thought for a second I wore glasses. Musta been that dream you woke me up from.”

“You’re cute when you’re half asleep,” he smiled. He leaned in and kissed my neck. Fuck, I wanted to bend him over right there on the bed. His finger idly stroked the outline of my cock, thick and hardening even more, quickly.

“Heh, well, you didn’t pick me for my brains,” I chuckled.

“Nope,” he said, fully reaching past the elastic band and wrapping his hand around my dick. I moaned.

“Fuck, boy,” I managed.

“I liked that you were gentle,” he whispered. Then he suddenly stood up and looked at me, sitting on the bed, staring at him. He looked like he was eyeing the side table he’d snagged off the street and sanded and painted. That nagging feeling stung the back of my mind again. Something I was forgetting…

“Looking good,” he said, looking me up at down.

“Now fuck me like the good, hairy himbo boyfriend you are.”  

Some last memory flickered across my brain. What- …

“I’m forgetting something,” I mumbled.

Cody smiled, and whatever thought I was trying to piece together melted.

“You promised me you’d fuck me in the greenhouse,” he smiled.

Oh fuck, that must have been it.

I grinned, stood, and slid off my underwear, letting my girthy cock bounce, pointing at him.

With two steps, I moved to him, and lifted him into my arms.

His legs wrapped around my beefy frame. I strode toward the sunny garden, my wonderful boy light in my arms. I loved it here, with him, in this little Eden he had built. It just felt perfect.

His ass rubbed against my erection as I walked.

I wanted to fuck my boy in the sun, to wrap myself around him, to plant my dick deep in his ass.

“I love this,” I whispered, and teased his slender cock with my thumb.

It’s hard to tell what was shining brighter, the sun through the glass, or his effortless, perfect face.

[greyswap]

NEW DICKHEAD

Well, Matt.  Looks like you shouldn’t have been such a fucking dickhead because now I own you, and your dickhead.  Fuck, it was so hot hearing a big bully and straight boy stud crying like a little girl as I pushed my nerdy and scrawny body inside you.  Damn, I love the power and control.  Just look at me, I’m twisting your normally stoic face into one of vanity and domination.  And look at that nice torso.  I’m gonna be getting so many guys with a body like this. 

Holy shit I’m getting hard just thinking about all this overwhelming awesomeness.  Mmmmmmm yeah, Matt- time for me to blow my first load with your cock and balls.  I hope you shoot far because I’m gonna try to shoot some of your cum directly into your mouth so I can make you taste your own juices.

(NSFW version available on www.mastergreyswaps.com)

(From the MUCH MISSED blog Male Possessions)

[your-myst-world-deactivated2021]

Possessive Boyfriend

Oliver observed the picture of himself after the gym. He had worked hard to get this body, but behind all of this he still remember the bullying he endured in high school. Today was the day where Frankie, his main bully, had died. Two years ago, Frankie had swore to have Oliver’s body all for himself. 

“I’m just being paranoid,” whispered Oliver to himself.

“You’re sure?” asked a spectral voice.

Oliver turned and saw Frankie’s red ghost in the empty locker room.

“I told you, I’m gonna have your body, you gaylord!” shouted Frankie as he lunged at Olivier.

Oliver’s dog tag shone bright and blinded Frankie. The spirit groaned while the light got stronger and propelled him away.

Oliver observed his anti-possession alumet. “That trinket worked after all.” 

After a long sigh, Oliver cool himself down. Suddenly, his phone rang. He just received a picture from his boyfriend, Shane.

“Nice boyfriend, I’m gonna have fun with those muscles,” was written on the caption.

Oliver’s heart skipped a beat. Without delay, he got dressed and drove to Shaner’s workplace. When he arrived, people were gathered in front of the building. Shane was laying on the ground. Oliver rushed to him and shook him until he woke up.

“Oliver?” asked Shane with a groggy voice. “Think I passed out.”

The crowd around Shane left to let him breathe and the couple at a bench.

“You’re okay?” worried Oliver.

“Hm yeah, must have overworked myself,” laughed Shane.

The two hugged and kissed. At this exact moment, Oliver noticed a blue energy leaving his lips and enter Shane’s mouth.

“NNg!” Shane grabbed his head.

“Shane? What’s happening?!”

Shane ground his teeth and tremored. Then, his eyes flashed red before they came back to normal.

“Hell yeah!” Frankie spoke through Shane. “Look at this body.” He caressed his pecs through his shirt.

Oliver furrowed his brows. “Frankie.”

“In the flesh.” Frankie flashed him a smile with Shane’s flawless teeth.

“Get out of him,” Oliver said with clenched fists.

Frankie rose an eyebrow. “Or what? You’re gonna punch your own boyfriend?” Shane was forced to make an evil chuckle. “I think you gonna drive me to the nearest mall, Shane needs clothes that fit his hunky body.”

Oliver glared at Frankie.

“Unless you want me to get your boyfriend hurt?” taunted Frankie.

With no choice left, Oliver gave Frankie/Shane a ride to the mall. As expected, Frankie used Shane’s handsome features to flirt with every young lady he met. After some shopping, Frankie came back wearing an open Hawaiian shirt and a pair of jeans.

“I’m gonna score so many pussies!” he exclamed as he flexed his biceps.

“Shane is gay,” Olivier answered.

“Not with me inside,” Frankie did a pelvic thrust. “I can just feel his dick harden at the thought of tits.”

Frankie bounced his pecs and wiggled his abs to tease Oliver. However, his eyes then rolled back in and he collapsed again. 

“Oliver? What am I doing here?” wondered Shane.

During the ride back home, Oliver had to invent some fancy excuse to avoid the possession topic. For some reasons, Shane was fortunately able to be back in control. If only Oliver knew for how long though. The day went well, apart from Oliver being kind of distant, he was of course thinking about what he should do. He tried putting his anti-possession talisman on Shane and it appeared to work. It relaxed Oliver, so him and Shane proceeded to have sex. 

When Shane thrusted inside Oliver, the same blue energy from earlier went out of Oliver’s lips and right into Shane’s mouth.

“Aarrgh!” Shane closed his eyes and when he opened them they glowed red for a moment. “Goddamn, it feels good to be back in control of Romeo.”

Frankie admired his chiseled torso but then noticed his rod inside Oliver.

“Fuck, no gay shit when I’m on the driver’s seat!” Frankie was about to pull out but stopped. “Guess it’s worth it.”

“Ooooh!” Oliver moaned when Frankie pushed Shane’s nine inch staff inside his ass. “The hell you’re doing?!”

“You still didn’t understand?” Frankie grabbed Oliver by the legs. “Everytime you do some fag stuff with Shane, I get to possess him!” Frankie lifted Oliver’s ankles on his broad shoulders. “Last time was short because it was just a peck. So I’m gonna fuck the living day out of you to stay in control much longer!”

Oliver grunted. “NNgg, you can’t do this to Shane!”

“C’mon, you faggot, I know you love this, you always had a crush on me!” Frankie shouted.

Oliver felt his worst enemy fucking him with his boyfriend’s body. Shane’s innocent face had on Frankie’s devil smirk. Oliver hated it, but it was arousing him.

“Just be quick.” Oliver glanced away.

Frankie laughed and pinched his nipples. “Hmm! It should speed things up.”

Oliver gasped for air as Frankie kept on pouding him.

“UNNNG! HERE I COME!” Frankie roared with Shane’s manly voice.

Both of them trembled as Frankie shot loads of cum inside Michael. Then, they fell on the bed, panting and in sweat.

“Tell me when you’re ready for round two,” Frankie said with a breathy tone.

“Round two?” marveled Oliver.

Frankie chuckled. “I’m not a faggot, but if I have to fuck you to stay inside this sexy body, then I’m gonna do it.”

—————————-

One month later.

Shane ate the sweet in one gulp. A little bit of sugar should not ruin his Adonis frame. 

“You’re coming baby?” he asked.

“Done,” Oliver answered as he walked out of the car.

“I’m so glad that Frankie dude left my body,” Shane said.

Oliver sighed. “Don’t remind me of that jerk.”

Shane slapped Oliver on the ass. “Sorry, must be some side effect because of the possession.”

Oliver rose an eyebrow. “Let’s head to the beach already.”

“‘Kay, just lemme lock the car, I’ll join you,” Shane replied as Oliver left.

Shane looked at his reflection in the rear view mirror and laughed.

“Well Frankie, look at you, gay as a two dollar bill.” He slicked his hair back. “That bitch Oliver, he got the best hole I have ever fucked. Screw pussies, I’m keeping this faggot and his hot boyfriend forever.” Frankie flexed his arms. “Guess I’ll get to have Oliver’s body after all, just not the way I planned.”

[permanent-swaps]

Cognitive Body Therapy

I adjusted my glasses and leaned back in my office chair, the glow of my monitor lighting up my face. It was our twelfth session. Sohil’s video feed filled most of the screen. He was shirtless again, sitting in his gaming chair in is room, one thick arm draped lazily over the backrest. His dark chest hair was still slightly damp, like he’d just come back from the gym.

Sohil Kapoor. Thirty-two. Bisexual. Sex addict.

At least that’s what he called himself.

“Evening, Dr. Reddin,” he said with that familiar half-smirk. His voice had that deep, easy confidence that always carried a hint of mischief.

“Hello, Sohil,” I replied calmly, keeping my tone professional. “How have things been since our last session?”

He let out a tired laugh and ran a hand through his messy black hair. “Same old shit. Made it nine days this time with this guy I really liked… then I fucked his best friend in the parking lot after drinks.” He shook his head. “I’m starting to think there’s something actually broken in me. Like physically. Other people can control themselves. I can’t. Its like my dick has its own fucking brain.”

I nodded, listening carefully. I’d heard variations of this from him for months now. His friends had pushed him into therapy after yet another destroyed relationship. He was charming, successful, and objectively very attractive — which only made the pattern more destructive.

“We’ve discussed open relationships,” I said. “You mentioned your last attempt didn’t go well.”

“Yeah, because even with permission I still broke every rule. Especially the condom one. I need to feel it raw. The second there’s latex I lose half the sensation and it just… doesn’t do it for me.” He sighed heavily.

I paused, tapping my pen against my notepad. We had made some progress, but it was slow. Too slow. I knew it was time to suggest something more radical.

“Sohil,” I said carefully, “I’d like to propose an unconventional treatment option. One I only use in really rare cases.”

He raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to the camera. “What is it?”

I met his eyes through the screen.

“Body swapping. A temporary therapeutic exchange. I would enter your body, and you would enter mine. It would allow me to experience your impulses and urges directly. To understand the intensity of what you’re dealing with from the inside. That level of insight could help me develop far more effective strategies for managing your compulsions.”

Sohil stared at me for a long moment, his mouth slightly open.

“You’re… serious?”

“Very,” I said. “It’s not without risks, and it’s not something I suggest lightly. But after six months, I believe this may be what we need to make real progress.”

I watched his face carefully. There was surprise, hesitation… and something else.

He swallowed visibly.

“Ok… so when can we do it?”

---

The following week, we logged onto our scheduled Zoom session. Sohil appeared on my screen looking unusually tense, sitting in the same spot on his couch.

“How are you feeling about the swap? Are you ready?” I asked, keeping my voice steady and clinical.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Honestly? Nervous as hell. But also… kind of excited? I’ve been like this my whole adult life. If you can actually feel what it’s like in here,” he gestured to his own body, “maybe you’ll finally get it. Maybe you can help me fix it.”

We spent most of the session discussing boundaries, consent, and the temporary nature of the procedure. Toward the end, I walked him through the final steps.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

Sohil nodded. “Let’s do it.”

We both initiated the swap through the secure therapeutic portal. There was a bright flash across my screen, a dizzying rush, and then everything shifted.

When my vision cleared, I was no longer looking at my monitor from my office chair.

I was looking at it from Sohil’s couch.

A massive wave of heat crashed over me instantly. My — his — cock thickened rapidly in my pants, throbbing with urgent need. The intensity was staggering. My thoughts grew hazy as raw, aggressive horniness flooded my system. I gripped the edge of the couch, trying desperately to maintain professional composure.

On the screen, Sohil — now in my body — let out a long, relieved exhale. He adjusted my glasses and smiled softly.

“Wow… I can actually think,” he said, sounding lighter than I’d ever heard him. “No constant noise in my head. This is… peaceful.”

I forced a professional tone, even as my new cock continued to pulse insistently between my legs. “That’s… excellent, Sohil. So as I said, we’ll remain in these bodies for the next few weeks. This will give me time to fully understand your urges and begin implementing strategies while I’m in your body. We can get your physical routines and habits started on the right track.”

As I spoke, my eyes drifted down to the screen — to the slight cleavage visible in the blouse I had been wearing. God, is that really how he saw me every session? I made a mental note to dress far more modestly once we swapped back.

Sohil cleared his throat. “Dr. Reddin?”

I blinked, snapping back to attention. “Sorry. I lost my train of thought for a moment.” I continued explaining the plan, trying to sound composed, but the throbbing between my legs was becoming unbearable.

Under the table, my hand moved almost on its own. I unbuttoned Sohil’s pants, wrapped my fingers around his thick, hard cock, and started stroking slowly. The pleasure was overwhelming. I kept talking, voice slightly strained, while pumping faster, getting dangerously close to the edge.

“…and we’ll check in regularly to monitor progress,” I finished, barely holding it together.

“Sounds good,” Sohil said, nodding in my body.

I ended the call as quickly as possible.

The second the screen went black, I let out a shaky breath. Not even thirty seconds later, I came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot across the underside of the table as Sohil’s cock pulsed violently in my hand. My vision whited out for a moment from the intensity.

I sat there panting, staring at the mess I’d made.

Damn… this guy’s body was horny.

Sohil hadn’t been exaggerating at all.

---

Over the next couple of days, I tried to resist.

I really did.

But Sohil’s body had other plans.

The first morning I put on one of his tight black t-shirts. The fabric stretched across his broad chest and hugged his biceps perfectly. Just the feeling of the material clinging to my new arms as I moved sent a low throb through my cock. I had to sit down for a minute and breathe through it.

Later that afternoon I went for a walk. A light breeze picked up and rippled his loose tank top against my chest. The soft fabric dragged across my nipples and I instantly hardened in my shorts. I had to stop and pretend to tie my shoe just so I could adjust myself discreetly.

At the grocery store, a young woman in a slightly low-cut top reached for something on a high shelf. The way her breasts pressed together as she stretched made my mouth go dry. I stood there frozen for several seconds, staring, before I forced myself to look away. My cock was already half-hard in my sweatpants.

Then there was my neighbor — a tall, muscular guy who walked out shirtless to grab his mail. The sight of his defined chest and abs glistening in the sun made something primal surge through me. I stood at the window watching him longer than I should have, my hand unconsciously pressing against the growing bulge in my pants.

Every single time, no matter how minor the trigger, I ended up painfully hard.

And without fail, the moment I got home I went straight to Sohil’s bedroom. I’d strip down completely naked, climb onto his bed, and wrap my hand around his thick cock. I’d stroke myself furiously, sometimes for less than five minutes, before I came hard — thick loads splattering across my hairy stomach and chest.

Yesterday I made it through the entire day without touching myself until I got home. Today I only lasted until 2 PM before I was back in his room, pants around my ankles, jerking off like a man possessed while staring at myself in the full-length mirror.

This body was insatiable.

I thought going to the gym might help burn off some of the constant energy. But it just made everything worse.

The moment I walked into Sohil’s gym wearing one of his tank tops and shorts, I felt eyes on me. His body drew attention — broad shoulders, thick arms, the way his chest hair peeked out from the neckline. Every time I lifted weights, the pump in my biceps and pecs made my cock twitch. The burn in my muscles somehow translated straight into arousal.

By the third set of bench presses I was fully hard. I had to practically sprint to the locker room stalls. I locked myself in one, dropped my shorts, and jerked off furiously, biting my lip to stay quiet. I came in under two minutes, shooting against the stall door. Even after that, I was still half-hard.

Even then I couldn’t control myself. I started approaching people — a pretty woman doing squats in tight leggings, a muscular guy checking himself out in the mirror. I was way too forward. Told the woman she had an incredible ass and asked if she wanted to grab a smoothie after her workout. Told the guy his arms looked strong and offered to spot him… then immediately suggested we spot each other somewhere more private. Both of them gave me polite but very clear rejections.

I stood there in the middle of the gym, Sohil’s face flushed with embarrassment and lingering arousal, realizing how desperate I must have looked. This body didn’t just want sex — it craved it constantly, and it had no filter.

---

By day six, I was losing the battle.

After another humiliating rejection at the gym and two more desperate jerk-off sessions at home, I gave in and downloaded Grindr on Sohil’s phone.

The app opened and immediately flooded the screen with nearby profiles. Shirtless torsos, hard cocks, hungry stares. Within minutes the messages started pouring in.

“Damn dude you’re hot as fuck.”

“Top or bottom?”

“Hosting right now if you wanna come through.”

I told myself I was just researching. Just trying to understand the scale of his compulsions. But my cock was already rock hard as I scrolled through the endless stream of willing men.

There were so many. Hot guys. Fit guys. Hung guys. Some wanted to fuck me. Most wanted me to fuck them.

I started chatting with one guy — mid-20s, muscular, only two blocks away. Before I could talk myself out of it, I sent him a face pic and told him I could be there in ten minutes.

The moment I stepped into his apartment, any last shred of professional restraint vanished. He barely had the door closed before I had him pinned against the wall, kissing him hard. Within minutes I had him bent over his couch, fucking him raw and deep while he moaned loudly.

It felt incredible.

The power, the heat, the raw physical pleasure of pounding into someone with Sohil’s thick cock — it was overwhelming. I came hard inside him, groaning as I filled him up. He asked if I wanted to go again. I did.

I ended up staying for almost two hours.

When I finally left, legs shaky, I felt a strange mix of shame and satisfaction. On the walk home my cock was already stirring again at the memory.

That night I opened Grindr again.

---

After a few days of nonstop Grindr hookups — sometimes two or three different guys in a single day — the novelty started to wear off. The sex was good, intense even, but something was missing.

I needed pussy.

Tinder proved much slower and more frustrating. The matches came in, but the back-and-forth flirting took time I didn’t want to waste. My patience was nonexistent in this body.

I knew it was a terrible idea. Unethical. A complete violation of every professional boundary. But the urge was louder than reason.

I opened the camera on Sohil’s phone and took a series of thirst traps — shirtless in the mirror, flexing his biceps, one with his hand pulling down the waistband of his sweatpants just enough to show the thick base of his cock. I sent them to my own number.

The message I typed made my stomach twist even as I hit send:

“I know you want to get fucked by yourself. I just know you want to feel your old cock deep in that pussy.”

I stared at the sent messages, heart racing.

Three dots appeared, then stopped. Then appeared again.

Before he could reply, the images and words hit me like gasoline on a fire. I was so turned on I couldn’t wait. I shoved my pants down, wrapped my hand around Sohil’s throbbing cock, and jerked off furiously on the couch to the fantasy of fucking my own body. I came hard within minutes, groaning loudly as thick ropes of cum splattered across my hairy chest.

The second the orgasm faded, cold reality crashed down on me.

What the hell did I just do?

I quickly sent a string of apologetic messages:

“I’m so sorry. That was completely inappropriate.” “I lost control. That was unprofessional and wrong.” “Please forgive me.”

Sohil (in my body) replied a few minutes later:

“No worries doc lol. I understand exactly what that feeling is like. Trust me.”

I let out a shaky breath, still half-hard despite just cumming.

“I’m going to figure this out,” I typed back, trying to sound more in control than I felt. “I’m going to find a real way to help you manage these urges. I promise.”

I set the phone down and looked at myself in the mirror — Sohil’s muscular, hairy body staring back at me, cum still drying on my abs.

---

I tried to resist.

I really, really tried.

I deleted Grindr twice. I went to the gym and forced myself to focus only on lifting. I tried meditation apps, cold showers, even jerking off six times in one day just to take the edge off. Nothing worked. The horniness always came back stronger, like a constant buzzing under my skin that refused to be ignored.

One night, I put on one of Sohil’s tight black shirts and a pair of fitted jeans and went to a gay bar downtown. The place was packed and loud. Within twenty minutes I locked eyes with a cute, twinky guy in his mid-twenties with messy light brown hair, smooth skin, and a hungry look in his eyes. He was exactly my type.

We barely spoke.

I walked straight up to him, grabbed him by the waist, and pulled him in for a rough kiss. He melted against me immediately. No names. No small talk. I took his hand and led him straight to the bathroom.

The moment the stall door locked, I spun him around, yanked his pants down, and shoved him forward against the wall. I pulled my own cock out, barely taking time to spit on it before I pushed inside him.

“Fuck…” he moaned loudly as I sank in deep.

I started thrusting hard, one hand gripping his hip, the other braced against the stall wall. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the small space.

“Sohil… fuck, Sohil,” he gasped, moaning my — Sohil’s — name.

A dark thrill shot through me.

“Fuck yeah,” I growled, pounding into him harder.

“Sohil… oh my god—”

Hearing him moan while I was balls-deep inside him made something primal take over. I fucked him with long, powerful strokes, gripping his waist tight as I drove into him again and again.

I didn’t last long. The way his tight hole clenched around my thick cock — it was too much. I buried myself deep and came hard, groaning as I filled him up.

I was still catching my breath, cock softening inside him, when reality started to crash back in.

The guy I had just raw-fucked in a public bathroom stall was Drew — one of my other therapy clients. Mid-twenties, gender-questioning, sweet but anxious. I had been seeing him for months. I had been too horny to even recognize him until now.

Then it hit me.

He had been moaning “Sohil” the entire time.

I never told him my — Sohil’s — name.

I pulled out slowly, heart pounding for a completely different reason now.

“Do we… know each other?” I asked, voice rough.

The guy — Drew — turned around with a lazy, satisfied grin that looked completely out of place on his face. He looked me up and down, eyes lingering on Sohil’s cock.

“I think I would recognize my own former body,” he said casually. “And damn… its dick feels good. I get why people put up with me even though I was such a cheater.”

I froze.

“Wait… Sohil?”

He smirked. “Hey, Doc.”

I stared at him — at my client’s body — in complete disbelief.

“What the hell are you doing in Drew’s body?”

Sohil (in Drew’s smaller, twinky frame) shrugged, still breathing hard from getting fucked.

“Drew’s been seeing you too, right? He’s been talking about wanting to transition for a while. Really wanted a woman’s body to start figuring shit out. So I offered him a swap. He gets your body — soft, feminine. I get his cute little gay body with way less constant horniness. Win-win.”

He reached down and gave Sohil’s cock — my current cock — a playful squeeze, still slick from being inside him.

“I’ve been having a great time, honestly. This body is so much easier to manage. I can actually think straight. I could get used to this. Could maybe even see myself getting into a relationship. Meanwhile, you’ve been living my old life…” He raised an eyebrow. “How’s that been going for you, Doc?”

I stood there, pants still open, cum slowly leaking down Drew’s thigh, trying to process everything.

Sohil in Drew’s body just smiled sweetly.

“By the way… you fuck really good in my body.”

My cock twitched and started hardening again almost immediately, still slick from being inside him. I was furious — at Sohil, at myself, at this entire situation — but the anger only seemed to make the arousal worse. The rational part of my brain was screaming that I needed to stop, to think clearly, to regain control.

But Sohil — or Drew, or whoever the hell he was right now — was right here. Convenient. Already bent over, his hole glistening with my cum, still slightly open and twitching.

I grabbed his hips and pushed back inside him in one smooth thrust.

“Fuck, Doc,” he moaned in Drew’s lighter voice, pushing back against me. “Round two already?”

I didn’t answer. I just started fucking him again, harder this time, my hips slapping against his ass. The wet, filthy sound of my cock sliding through my own load filled the stall. Every thrust felt better than the last. My mind was fogging over again, thoughts becoming slippery and unfocused.

We could switch it all back… if only…

I tried to hold onto the thought, but it kept sliding away.

If only… what was I trying to do again?

The question dissolved as pleasure took over. I gripped his waist tighter and pounded into him, grunting with each deep stroke. Sohil in Drew’s body moaned loudly, clearly loving every second.

“God, you really can’t control it, can you?” he gasped between thrusts, sounding amused. “Feels good though, doesn’t it?”

I wanted to argue. I wanted to pull out and walk away. But instead I fucked him even harder, chasing that building pressure again, my balls tightening as I got closer to another orgasm.

[your-myst-world-deactivated2021]

VChris1989′s stories sequels

So, I made sequels to some VChris’s stories, for fans of him, try finding every story I wrote a sequel to ;)

1) Man Up

Jeff was so prouf of his son, Andy, brave member of many sport clubs, casanova of the town and the bully of his College. All of this was thanks to Jeff, who decide to possess his son and use his toned body for more than some faggy art classes. Andy begged and struggled, but Jeff knew that this was for the best of both of them. The son got the fame and father got to live sexy and young. Everything was worth it, the efforts to keep this body in shape were pleasures for Jeff, who loved how his body was sweating like a pig.

Having just jogged his way to the park, Andy did not waste a second to jump to the ground and doing push-ups.

“I’m a beast! I’m a beast!” Andy said at each push.

When he was done, Andy smirked with satisfaction as he ran his on his lean abs and squeeze one his pecs. Then, he poured a whole bottle of water down his throat, voluntarly letting some drop on him athletic torso.

“Hmm, Andy.” A shy voice interrupted him.

Andy threw the bottle on the ground, glaring with contempt at the nerd who used to be his friend.

“What ?” He asked sharply.

“I-I was wondering why you left the photography club.”

“Why ? ‘Cause I don’t want to spend more time with fags like you.”

The nerd nodded as he started to walk away.

“Wait. So you think that you can waste my time with your queer ass, while I could have been building my body ?” Andy taunted.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to-”

The nerd could not finish as Andy tackling him on the ground and stripped him of his pants. The gay boy cried as he felt the huge meat thrusting inside his hole. However, soon, he was begging for more. When they were done, the nerd was panting on the ground, gasping for air.

“You’re my bitch now, understood.” Andy asked to the nerd, who mumbled a yes. “Good boy.” Andy replied as he brutally kissed his lips.

2) Strapping Young Lads

“Oooh yeah, faster.” Marcus moaned as the boy sucked his rod off. “UNNG! I’m going to t-to… ARGGHH!”

As he put his trousers back on, his bitch wiped the cum off his face.

“So, are you going to pay me ?” He dared to ask.

“Pay you ? You should rather be glad that I didn’t beat your ass off.” Marcus laughed.

“You’re going to pay me or-”

“Or what ?” His best friend, Gus, intervene.

Before he could answer, Gus pushed on the wall, helding his neck in place with his elbow.

“Get the hell out of here, or me and my friend are going to fuck you the hell out.” Gus threatened in a voice that was not his, making the boy run away.

“I love when you get all manly.” Marcus said with his dad’s voice.

“Let’s go at the pool. Victor.” Gus teased.

As both men arrived at their Holiday Stay, they dived in the pool.

“Hmm, the water is so cold, it’s making my body so hard.” Gus purred as he caressed his sensitive nipples.

“I love you Gus.” Marcus said as he grinded his abs against Gus’

“Possessing our sons each Summer is the best vacations for us. They’re such strapping young lads…”

4) Worse at It

Ron walked inside his bathroom, admiring himself in the mirror.

“Damn son, one week inside your body and you still did not push me out. You’re really getting worse at it.” Ron laughed at his reflection as he flexed his pecs. “Man, growing with you is the best, I made you into a real man.” Ron proudly celebrated as he looked at his strong arms. “Time to move on to my favorite part.” Ron giggled as he started jerking off. “Oooh yeeesss. Give it to daddy, son!” Ron moaned, but shook as he was jacking himself. “UUNNNG! Noo! You’re not going to interrupt me again! GAAAHHHHH!”

As soon as he shot his load, Ron’s father was chased from his body at the same time. Gasping on the floor, Ron was glaring at him.

“You fucking asshole.” The son insulted.

“Come on, my boy. Don’t you love what I made of your body ?” The father mocked.

“Honey, you’re awake ?” Ron’s boyfriend asked from the bedroom.

“Coming, sweetheart !” Ron’s father as he lunged at his son, forcing himself in.

“AAAH! PLEASE! STOP! I AM YOUR SON! YOU CAN’T! UUNNNNGGGG!”

When Ron’s boyfriend ran into the bathroom, he was surprise to see him laying on the floor, wet of his own semen.

“Are you okay, Ron ?”

“Yeah, I just slipped.” Ron’s father reassured as he kissed him.

5) Morning Wood

Smith leaned down against the wall as an older and more muscular man lied on a mat.

“Like what you see ?” Smith proudly showed his humongous rod.

“Damn, you’re already this hard in the morning ?” The 40s guy asked.

“What can I say, I’m young, sexy and full of hormones.” Smith purred as he slid on his partner.

The dad grabbed the stud by his smooth blond hair and felt him enter him as he grunted.

“HMM! You’re the first guy to ever top me! But with a dick like yours, it would be a crime.”

“Shh. Just enjoy it daddy.” Smith whispered.

The older man bear hugged the jock as his nipple got bitten, making him roar in pleasure. Without asking, he lifted the young man and started sucking him off. Smith howled as he rubbed his sculted abs and beefy pecs. When they were done, he kissed him, his lips flavored by Smith’s sugary juice.

“My wife would kill me if she knew about us.” The older man admitted.

“Well, we could fuck her together. Even if you’re the one that I prefer.” Smith nibbled his neck.

The two men cuddled, while Smith’s father was celebrating the decision to steal his son’s hunky body.

6) South Devil

“Do you need help, pops ?” Grady asked his father, James.

James just gestured to his son that everything was okay, before walking inside. As soon as the door closed, he grabbed himself and started writhing on the ground.

“Stay inside!” James groaned.

“It was fun being inside you James, but daddy would like to bond with his grandson.” James’s father teased.

“You’re not my dad! You possessed him too. I’m not gonna let you have my son!”

“You mean, our son ? I was supposed to have him for his eighteenth birthday, but I’m glad that you let him grow into this musclebound boy. Now, I can finally take what belongs to me!”

James started to shake violently, screaming at the top of his lungs, making Grady race in.

“Dad, are you okay ?!” Grady worried.

His father just grinned as he opened his mouth, letting a black cloud charing out of him. Grady yelled as the smoke pushed inside him. Grady grabbed his head, yelling, but as he opened his eyes, they were black as the smoke. Soon, Gary stopped fighting, as he cracked his neck and admired his body.

“Nice.” The new Grady said as he ran a hand on his Greek-like frame.

As James woke up, he looked at his son with horror, who replied to him with a disdain gaze.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, old man ?” Grady taunted as he flexed his buff biceps.

The young stud walked outside, leaving his father crawling on the floorboards, as he checked his phone.

“Hmm, a lot of cute chicks Grady, I’m sure we’re gonna have a gorgeous future vessel with one of them. I’m sure your boyfriend will understand, and speaking of the devil…” Grady chuckled as he called his boyfriend. “Hey babe, wanna come over to the barn and fuck ?… Thirty minutes ? ‘Kay.” Grady cursed before a wild idea crossed his mind. “Well, thirty minutes, it should be enough for some father-son bonding.”

Grady hopped on a pile of hay as he unzipped his pants and put his junk out.

“Damn son, that’s some horsecock right here. I’m sure your friends will love it, each one of them!”

The Southern boy grabbed his dick and started stroking it, as the demon inside him felt the youth and the strength of a hot body once again.

7) BBQ King

This is a revision of a story by Takeover Tales ;)

Tom was working on the BBQ while his father was resting upstairs, as he got badly stung by some weird insect last night. Unknown to him, his father was already awaken, but something strange was happening to him.

‘Who are you ?’

‘It doesn’t matter, what matter is who you are’

‘I-I am Hank Ellis’

‘Oh, who is this fine specimen outside ?’

‘This is my son, Tom.’

‘Perfect’

Suddenly, Hank’s skin started to melt as he slowly turned into an eel-slug creature. He knew what the creature merged to him wanted to do, but he could not stop it. Soon, they were in the garden, creeping behind him. The young man was wearing briefs, so the alien-father knew exactly what to do.

“Arf! There is something slimy on my back.” Tom tried to catch the slug, but it crawled in his underwear before penetrating in his hole. “GAAAAH! My aaassss! GET THIS THING OUT! NOOO! Uuunnnnnng! Arrrgggghhh… NNGGG!”

After a fight, Tom opened his eyes, laying on the ground, before standing up, as he admired his virile body.

“Hmm, our son is perfect.”

As a hot neighbor walked by, Tom took a bite out of a wiener and winked at him, ready to enjoy his youth and new stamina.

[allwhitebriefs]

[ladofadad]

Go Fuck Yourself

Henry got in a fight with his girlfriend last night. In anger he yelled, “I wish I could just be with someone more like me!” His girlfriend stormed out angrily telling him to go fuck himself.

When Henry awoke the next morning, there was a man who looked just like him sitting in the window sill. It had to be a prank, he thought. Someone that his now ex girlfriend hired to mess with him. But this man looked exactly like him. It wasn’t possible, especially on such short notice.

Snapping him out of his trance, the man who was scrolling his phone and playing with his growing bulge asked, “Babe, I’m getting horny, can we fuck?”

“Fuck you man, suck my dick,” said Henry still thinking that this was some sort of conspiracy.

“Okay,” said the mysterious man coming over presumably to give Henry the blowjob which he facetiously asked for.

“But you really should be nicer to your boyfriend,” said the man as he was on his hands and knees pulling down Henry’s tighty whities.

Henry’s cock grew hard. He’d gotten blown by men before, not that he’d ever told his recent girlfriend that. He could deal with the fact that this guy thought they were boyfriends after about a half an hour when he would bust his nut down the stranger’s throat.

The man identical to Henry was giving him the best blowjob of his life. Sure, he knew men were better at it in general, but it was like this guy knew *exactly* how he liked it. It was a little creepy but it was such a good blow, Henry didn’t give a fuck. The lookalike was playing with his own hard cock as he serviced Henry. ‘Whatever makes you happy faggot,’ thought Henry.

As he was getting closer to cumming, the imposter man got up and threw Henry face down on the bed. Henry was about to object when he felt the man’s tongue start lapping at his hole hungrily. He barely stifled a moan. None of Henry’s ex girlfriends had ever eaten his booty before, and apparently he liked it a lot. The man’s beard felt so good and despite himself, Henry closed his eyes and couldn’t help but smile mouth agape and moan.

The mystery man worked Henry over for a while and then threw himself on the bed on his back, reached and grabbed his own feet to present his underwear clad ass to Henry, behging in a good boy boice,

“Now can I have what I want?”

What was Henry doing entertaining this fag? He should be kicking the weirdo out of his apartment. But his cock raged from all of the foreplay with this stranger.. And he had to admit, the man’s white cotton covered ass was intriguingly enticing. Before he could second guess his own actions, Henry scrambled for the lube in his nightstand drawer. The clone removed his undies and prepared to be fucked.

Henry stuck his meaty veiny erection into the stranger’s fuzzy bottom. The walls were so tight. It was nothing like fucking a vagina. He knew he wouldn’t last long after so much foreplay and with such a tight unfamiliar hole, so he began fucking him hard and fast. The doppelgänger could see that Henry wasn’t going to last long, so he started furiously masturbating his own dick. The two moaned in different tones with identical voices. One distinctly the moans of a man being fucked.

As Henry got close to climax he began making out with the man. This action surprised him, but the man didn’t seem surprised at all, as if they had made out a million times. He forced his tongue down the stranger’s throat even though his mouth tasted like Henry’s own cock. He came hard and then felt the man’s spray his load all over both of their stomachs and chests.

Afterwards, Henry didn’t kick the man out like he had planned. They showered together, played some games and watched some of their favorite shows and even cuddled in bed that night. Henry didn’t know where this mysterious clone boyfriend came from, but he was in no hurry to send him back.

[malepossessstory]

Possessed Dad

I had just arrived home from work when I saw my Dad, come out through the foyer in nothing but shorts. The moment he saw me, he took big steps towards me and kissed me.

"Oh, hi 'son'… how was work today?"

"Oh come on babe… you know you don'y have to call me that anymore… You may be my dad now, but you're my boyfriend deep down hehe…"

A few months ago…

This is my boyfriend, Jake. We had been in a relationship for three years after having met on a blind date and found out that we also go to the same university.

While I'm more on the introverted side, he was more of the social butterfly in the relationship. Despite our different personalities, we were compatible and he was the more dominant one in the bedroom and also he knows I love being dominated and getting tied up, so our sex life was super great hehe.

However, our relationship was cut short when Jake died in a car accident after a drunk truck driver ran the red light and plowed into Jake's car.

His death really destroyed me and I kept crying for weeks mourning his death. My dad, who didn't know about my relationship with Jake, asked what's wrong but I couldn't bring myself to tell him and kept everything to myself.

One day, I bought an ouija board from an antique shop to try to summon the ghost of my boyfriend. When I used it, he immediately answered me through the board and I was super happy.

I used the planchette to try to see if I can find my boyfriend. But when I did, I could not see anyone and was disappointed. However, when I put it down, I was shocked when I saw Jake's face inches away from me, fully naked.

"Hi, babe!"

'Aargghh!" I screamed in shock. My shock turned to one of missing his dead boyfriend as Jake winked at me.

"Jake… I-I…." Before I can finish my sentence, he turned physical and kissed me, hard. "H-How can I kiss you?!"

"I was shocked as well, I had been wanting to kiss you the moment you called on me and was surprised I can kiss you!"

"I-I miss you Jake… I was so sad you died and now you're here!"

Before Jake can answer, my dad suddenly entered the room and I immediately hid the ouija board. "Hey son, why are you screaming? Everything okay?"

Apparently, my dad can't see Jake being with me so I immediately lied, "Oh, n-nothing dad, I thought I saw a cockroach and screamed. You know how much I hate cockroaches."

When my dad left the room, Jake and I immediately got to talking. I told him that I've been missing him and all the times we've been together.

Suddenly, he made himself physical again and touched my growing bulge. "Wanna do it, babe?"

Without hesitation, I kissed him hard and we started fucking on my bed and I can bet you we did all the things that we have fantasized about and done before.

The next day…

After our night of fucking, I fell asleep in bed with him next to me and when I woke up in the morning, I was sad when I saw that Jake was gone. Even though it was only for a short time, I'm glad that he was there so that I can say goodbye.

Or, that was what I thought when I suddenly saw my dad acting weird when I went to the bathroom and saw him. He was touching his big abs and penis, and also moaning while doing so.

"Dad, what the fuck?!"

Dad turned around and pulled me into the bathroom.

"Babe, it's me! Jake!"

"What? Please tell me this is some kind of dumb joke. And how did you even find out about him?"

"Babe, I promise you it's me, your, well, boyfriend now dad!" He then proceeded to spill out things that only he knows about me, from where we had our first date to what things he knows I like him doing to me during sex.

Then he told me how it happened.

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The night before (Jake's POV)

Being a bit turned on by the dad's body, I wanted to see for myself what he looks like up close and so I went to his room.

I flew into his room, and he was taking a selfie and it looks like he's preparing to sleep. When I floated behind him, I was mesmerised by his body and just wanted to touch his muscles.

Instead, I felt myself getting sucked into him through his back and I tried to pull away, but it didn't do anything and I ended up getting sucked in.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in your dad's body and was shocked.

"Damn… I'm not sure what had happened but I'm starting to like this hehehe…" I then used my new hands to jerk myself off and pinched myself in the nipples, moaning ecstatically as I reveled in the pleasures of having a new body.

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When he finished, I was shocked. "I admit, I was curious about your dad and his hot body. If you remember, I always wanted to have a big burly body but well now I can't as a ghost."

Not gonna lie, seeing my dad with his sweaty body and big arms gave me a hard on, and Jake noticed.

Grinning, Jake walked up to me and said, "Wanna have a taste of my new hot body babe? I'm guessing seeing your dad be controlled by me gave you a hard-on. And you know I won't ever leave your side now that I'm in control of your dad."

And what followed was a full day of weekend fucking and getting to know my dad's body as Jake used Dad's strength to pin me to my bed and suck my nipples, tie me up, and dominate me.

In the present…

In order to be able to pull off this relationship, we left the house we were living in and moved to another neighborhood where no one knows us, and it was easier since our family had cut off all ties after my dad approved of my sexuality.

When I asked him what happened to Dad, he told me that the moment he entered my Dad, my dad had been silent, so either he's here but asleep or he's gone, since there hasn't been any resistance.

As he continued to fuck me in our bedroom, he says, "I'm gonna fuck you hard baby, and I want you to please me with your mouth on my cock."

[mjc88blr]

“Hey Brad, how's it going being me? Are you done crying every night yet?” said my old body in the video I received in my email this morning. It had been two weeks since this nerd switched our bodies using some magic spell or some shit. It even made it so I couldn’t tell anyone what had happened. Who cared if I had made his life miserable in high school or whatever he called it, nerds like him deserved to be put in their place. Then he had the nerve to show up at the same college I had gotten a football scholarship too. It was like he was asking for it. Now he had switched our bodies and would send me updates on what he was doing in my body.

“I’m having the best time. Who knew I could pick up your workout routine so quickly, but you really should have told me about these huge tits of yours. He lifted up his shirt exposing my pecs and stomach. I can’t even get through a workout without needing to message these bad boys they’re so big. These nipples are out of this world too just a little twist or tug and it’s like a lightning bolt shoots down to my dick. Sure people stare when I’m sitting in the locker room shirtless rubbing my chest but I can’t help it. I barely make it to the shower sometimes before I’m ready to blow.” “Oh I should mention you can’t come to your old dorm room anymore I kind of got kicked out of the student housing. I guess your roommate didn’t like coming home last Thursday to me with my eyes rolled in the back of my head as a guy on the university hockey team made me drool all over his bed.” He winked and then pointed the camera behind him and shook my ass which I now saw was in a bright pink jockstrap. “This thing sure can take a pounding and do you like my new outfit it does make some of the guys in the locker room stare” he laughed as he spanked it hard.

Don’t worry I found a great place to live. I sent you another video with my new boyfriend. I opened my inbox again and found the link to a new video of a blonde guy with a hat on standing shirtless with my old body behind him. “I met him at the club and we instantly fell in love. He loves it when I flex for him and he’s teaching me how to pole dance just like him so I can drop out and work as a dancer just like him! You probably won’t be hearing from me for a while so enjoy this video of our training session and enjoy your new life. I know I will.” The video continued to play as I dropped my phone in shock. I could hear my former body and his new boyfriend giggling as he was taught how to dance like a stripper. I collapsed on the bed and began to cry as reality sank in.

[nonotnolan]

Post-Exam Karma

“Are you done yet?” Shane asked, glaring at me from his armchair. “Put your shirt back on, and go fetch the Body Swapper. Like, I’m grateful for you completing those exams for me and all, but that’s why I paid you. Nothing personal, but the sooner I can get the hell out of your body, the better.”

I found myself speechless, mostly because I could barely recognize myself. Usually I wore retro T-shirts and jeans. I didn’t realize that I even owned a polo shirt, let alone whatever it was that Shane was doing to my hair. Not that it mattered. From now on, it wasn’t going to be my problem any more.

“You realize we’re not switching back, right?” He leaned forward, trying to put an intimidating scowl on his face before remembering that he now weighed at least a hundred pounds less than before. Taking a deep breath, I continued. “You’re a terrible student, a terrible son, and a terrible boyfriend. I’ve put up with your shit for years. I was supposed to be your roommate, not your tutor or your housekeeper. I basically set up your life for you, and I got nothing in return. So, now that you’ve played your last college football game, ever? I’m taking that life from you.”

He pulled himself up to his full height, which was now much less impressive than it used to be. “Do you really think you can get away with this?”

“I’ve already gotten away with it,” I said, taking a picture of my new body to send to my boyfriend. Eric was skeptical at first, but after filling him with seven inches of jock meat, he believes me. “It’s not like anyone from the NFL wants you. You’re good, but not that good. Anything weird that I do now, I can just pretend that I wanted some new changes in my life. Like these glasses. You look really hot in glasses, Shane. My boyfriend definitely agrees.”

“Don’t you fucking dare use my body for that gay shit,” he growled, poking me in the stomach. Seeing him clenching his fists in anger made all those previous months of hell worth every minute.

“It’s far too late for that,” I said, patting him on top of his head. “You’ve officially lost your anal virginity both ways.”

Shane tried to raise a threatening fist at me. “When Katie finds out about this, she’ll–”

“Katie? Your girlfriend? Shane, who the hell do you think gave me the idea?” God, seeing him reap all of this karma was so beautiful. “You cheated on her with half of the cheerleading team, bragged about it, and you still thought she was on your side? She’s the one helping me interact with your parents without tipping them off that something fucky is going on. Not that you seem to spend much time with them, but I don’t want to cut off that sweet, sweet parental allowance. I’ve giving Katie a cool $5,000 to pretend to be my girlfriend each month, and then when we both think I’m ready, I’ll surprise everyone by coming out of the closet.”

“At which point my parents will disown you,” Shane muttered, clenching his jaw in fury.

“At which point I’ll have a savings account with five figures, and a professional job of my own,” I said, correcting him. “It’s amazing how much money you can save up when you aren’t flying down to the Hamptons every other week. Give it up, Shane, we’ve been planning this for weeks.”

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I don’t know how Shane’s holding up in my old body. Some of Eric’s friends told us stories about how Henry went off the deep end and barely managed to avoid the psych ward, so I can only assume he’s not doing too well. Still, that’s not my problem.

Katie’s doing much better now that her boyfriend isn’t a total asshole. We still keep in touch, sometimes. Shane’s parents didn’t disown me when I told them their son was dating a man, so that has been a pleasant surprise. Honestly, I think they credit him for their son’s reversal in behavior.

Eric and I have been dating for a few years now, so it’s only a matter of time before one of us proposes. He’s officially known me longer in Shane’s body than he did in my old body, so that’s exciting. As for me? I wear polo shirts now. I have to confess, they look good.