Mind & Reality (migue-gj)

Mostly an archive of reblogs about male possession or transformation kinks

[exploratorytfs]

Blocked

My roommate messed it up really bad with his girlfriend. I mean, I am not surprised, he really is a bit of a douche, but girls seem to be attracted to that type of thing sometimes. She told me a lot of what happened because we had some mutual classes and we became really close - girls seem at ease to tell gays everything. But it made the whole roommate situation a bit awkward because I was piggy in the middle and she wasn’t speaking to him and had blocked him everywhere.

After I refused to pass on his messages to her because I didn’t want to get involved, he walked off and came back with some random ring and then grabbed my shoulder. Before I could finish saying “What the f…” I was standing where he was standing, shirtless and with a much higher viewpoint. 

“What the fuck, why do you look like me?” I asked him, bewildered.

“Well, since you wouldn’t pass on my messages, I guess I will just have to do it myself. Jade loves her gay best friend and now I can convince her to get back with me. Fuck, I have missed her so much. And now I am you, James, she will listen to me! You just sit tight in my body, and I’ll be back later, right, Carl?” Man, did I always sound that gay when I was talking?

With that, he grabbed my bag and left for my lectures. I was pretty pissed, but secretly curious to see what my roommate was packing. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I had a bit of a crush on him and now was my opportunity. I started checking myself out in the mirror, but for some reason I couldn’t get hard. 

Normally the smell of these pits in the other room is enough to get me hard, but something was wrong. Then I started to think about what my roomie must have done to me while he is off talking to Jade. Fuck, Jade. That’s when I started to absentmindedly rub my bulge. Man, I never realised what guys saw in boobs, but now I am starting to get it. Damn, I want her so bad. I feel guilty now for not helping my roomie out - didn’t realise how much he was suffering. This body just has needs. I wish I could write to her, but she’s blocked this number. Let me text my old bod.

“hey dude, u spoken to her yet? this dick misses her so fukin bad” I wrote to him.

“Hey Roomie! Noooooo, not yet, we’re still just catching up on the usual hehe, she still really mad, so might be best to leave it a few weeks first, you know?” He replied.

What a bastard! I can’t just ignore this dick! Maybe I will message Lucy and see what she’s doing tonight. She told my former self she had a crush on me, so should be pretty easy to get her in my bed. Something is telling me that she is one of Jade’s best friends, but not sure what difference that makes to be honest, we’re just hooking up, nothing serious.

[casanovaproject-deactivated2026]

FCA Files: “Heritage Extraction”

Federal Containment Authority

File: AE-1184

Nickname: “The Extraction”

Status: Active

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Acquisition Log:

AE-1184 is a recently identified drug first reported by local authorities in Medellín, Colombia. Since its initial appearance, distribution has spread across multiple criminal networks throughout South America, with confirmed cases in Bogotá, Lima, and São Paulo.

The substance is primarily used by organized groups targeting foreign tourists. All recorded victims have been Caucasian males from upper-middle-class or affluent backgrounds. Confirmed cases include individuals from the United States (87), the United Kingdom (43), Australia (4), and Ireland (1). Victims are typically identified in high-end hotels, bars, and nightlife venues.

Perpetrators approach in small groups, engage targets in casual conversation, and build trust before guiding them away from populated areas—most commonly into quiet streets or private vehicles.

Administration is direct and controlled. In most cases, the substance is injected into the side of the subject’s neck using a fine-gauge needle. A secondary syringe is then used to extract [REDACTED] from the subject.

The effects begin within seconds. Subjects enter a dazed, compliant state, showing no resistance or awareness of their surroundings.

Following exposure, subjects are abandoned. Extracted [REDACTED] is trafficked through underground networks and sold to [REDACTED] individuals for the purpose of [REDACTED].

No subject has been successfully reverted.

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Case File – Subject B-3 (FKA: Daniel Gallagher)

Daniel Gallagher squinted at his phone as he walked, the bright screen lighting his face in the otherwise dim street. The music from the club still rang faintly in his ears, bass echoing in his chest as he tried to follow the map back to his hotel.

The Irish tourist had been in the city three days, thinking he knew the area by now. But São Paulo looked different at night. It didn’t help that there weren’t as many people out now. Not as many lights either.

Daniel slowed, turning slightly as the map recalculated. “So, left… here?” he muttered to himself.

“E aí, mano.”

Daniel looked up. A man stood a few feet away, hands relaxed at his sides. Early-20s, casual clothes, nothing threatening about him.

“You… not from here, yes?” the guy said, his English broken but clear enough.

Daniel gave a small laugh. “Uh-”

The guy was young - Daniel’s age. There felt like there was an unspoken bond. The guy smiled, nodding. “This area… not so good. Especially with phone.” He gestured toward Daniel’s hand. “People see. They take.”

Daniel instinctively lowered the phone. “Right. Yeah, fair.”

“I help you,” the man continued, friendly, easy. “Where you go?”

“Uh—hotel,” Daniel said, turning the screen toward him. “This one.”

The man leaned in, glancing at it. “Ah, yes. I know. Is not far. I go same way.” He straightened up, already turning slightly down the street. “Come. I walk you for safety.”

Daniel smiled graciously.

“Thank you. I appreciate it. What is your name?”

“João.” The boy shook the Irish tourists hand firmly and the two begin walking.

The man kept an easy pace, hands in his pockets, occasionally glancing back to make sure Daniel was following. The street grew quieter the further they went. The lights were dimmer here. Fewer windows. No people.

Daniel noticed it, faintly. Something about it felt… off.

“Hotel is this way?” he asked.

“Yes, yes,” the man said quickly. “Shortcut.”

They turned down a narrower street.

That was when Daniel felt it.

Two men grabbing him from behind, forcing his hands behind him holding him in position. They knock the tourist to his knees.

“Jaysus!”

As his knees hit the ground, João pressed something sharp into Daniel’s neck. He felt whatever liquid enter his vein spreading throughout his body. The world didn’t spin. It didn’t go black.

It just… slowed.

The tension in his body drained almost instantly. His thoughts, sharp and alert a second ago, dulled like someone had turned the volume down.

“Hey—what—”

The words came out wrong. Too slow. Little did Daniel know, his DNA was becoming like puddy. Completely mailable.

“Segurem-no firme. Prontos para a extração.” João readied a second device. This one was empty.

Before Daniel could react, João jabbed the device into Daniel’s neck, slowly draining a white liquid substance out of him. It just kept coming and coming, filling up the vial in the device.

As the gang member extracted the white liquid from Daniel, Daniel’s awareness dimmed. He didn’t notice as his skin slowly darkened, taking on the warm, sun-kissed tone of someone raised under the blistering sun, not the pale green pastures of his family’s farm back in Ireland.

His features shifted subtly but unmistakably. His nose broadened, eyebrows thickened, and his lips grew fuller. Each change felt impossible, yet inevitable, as if his body was being extracted of everything that made Daniel the Irish man he was.

Heaviness plumped into Daniel’s glutes, as two fat brown globes bounced outwards, splitting his pants. His two jiggling Brazilian cheeks begging to be free from his tight constricting Irish jeans. The same for his front. His average 5 inch white cock fattened and pushed forwards into a fat 7 inch uncut brown cock.

One of the men leaned closer, watching Daniel’s face rapidly grow facial hair. It was ginger, just like the hair on his head. One of the men holding Daniel scanned Daniel’s ginger beard. Against his darkening skin, it looked almost comical. A comical reminder of his diminishing Irish heritage.

“Olha a barba ruiva dele.” One of the men said, voice low and amused. “Eles vão pagar muito por um ruivo.”

Daniel felt it before he saw it—his beard losing its fiery hue. Slowly, the ginger strands darkened, blending into a uniform black, indistinguishable from the men holding him down.

João continued the extraction, the vial already three-quarters full.

Daniel’s mind began to fog. Words jumbled in his head, English slipping away like sand through his fingers. He tried to speak, to protest, but the sounds coming out were broken, confused. Two vocabularies warring inside him, one destined to win, the other to vanish entirely. Portuguese words eliminating his English vocab, like cells killing a virus.

“Por fa… me ajuda,” Danogo croaked, his voice weak and lethargic. His limbs felt like lead, as they thickened up with big beefy muscle. But even with his new Brazilian muscles, he couldn’t push the men off him, though he desperately tried.

Memories surged through his mind like a virus, rewriting him from the inside out. He saw himself as he used to be—skinny, pale, ginger, standing in front of a mirror.

That image flickered, unstable, before being overtaken by something else. A darker, fuller body. Broader. Warmer. Bigger. Round oversized pecs. Big large thick hands. His fat brown Brazilian cheeks wobbling behind him.

His memories of growing up... the cold, open fields of his family’s Irish farm. The green grass, grey skies, early mornings. They didn’t exist anymore, replaced by hot sunlight and salt air, long days by the sea, heat pressing into his skin. His massive body bouncing on the sand as passerbys ogled him up and down.

His years of GAA training, discipline, dedication. All of it began to be overwritten. In its place came football in the streets, laughing with friends. It came so naturally. Like his body was meant for it. Fuck, he was obsessed with it. Football took up so much of his mind. A new obsession that felt like it had been there forever. It was at that point where he questioned what GAA even was.

His memories of himself were overwritten too. His self perception of being a quiet dedicated bookworm with a love for Irish sports VANISHED. As if it was never there. In its place came something louder. Music thumping through crowded rooms. Late nights. Easy laughter. A need to be around people, to be seen.

He tried to push the memories away. To hold onto his Irishness, but it was no use. His thick Brazilian accent prevented anything he said from even sounding vaguely English.

“Sou irlandês… sou… eu… por favor.” Diogo cried to the men, in his dazed stupor. But he looked anything but Irish. “Estou tão confuso.”

He slumped onto the concrete as the men withdrew the device from his neck. The vial was full of the thick, white liquid.

Diogo moaned softly, every movement painful, his body heavy and unresponsive.

“Boa sorte, cara.” João said with a casual wink, leaving the newly Brazilian man sprawled on the ground.

The gang melted into the night. Diogo inspected his unmistakably Latino hand before passing out.

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Post-Exposure Analysis – AE-1184

AE-1184 does more than just sedate or confuse its targets. The drug extracts the subject’s whiteness (their background, heritage, English fluency, cultural knowledge and memories) - storing it in the white liquid from the subject.

Evidence shows that local gangs are selling this material on the black market. Buyers are often non-white individuals who aim to attain the advantages, social status and privilege associated with white populations, by injecting the stolen whiteness, making themselves privileged white men.

The network appears highly organized and the drug is highly sought after. Victims are carefully chosen for appearance and socioeconomic background, targeted in wealthy areas, and then harvested efficiently.

FCA continues to investigate the buyers and distribution channels. The scale suggests a deliberate, profit-driven trade in human cultural and social capital, with international implications.

Victim Overview – AE-1184

Recovered individuals have been effectively stripped of their original racial and national identities. White, Caucasian tourists lose their English fluency entirely, and in cases in South America, their genetic markers are altered to align with local Latin American populations. Skin tone, facial features, and other inherited traits shift accordingly, leaving the subject biologically and socially indistinguishable from local populations.

Despite some awareness that they no longer belong to their former nationality, subjects are unable to recall meaningful details about their previous lives—names, family, education, or social history are largely inaccessible. Memories of cultural practices and social structures are erased, replaced by the cognitive void left after extraction of privilege and heritage.

All victims are taken in for monitoring and initial assessment. Following containment, they are relocated to supervised housing across Colombia, Peru & Spain (for now Spanish speaking subjects) and Brazil & Portugal (for now Portuguese speaking subjects). Subjects are effectively unable to return to their countries of origin, as the loss of English fluency and cultural familiarity renders them incapable of independent functioning in those societies.

Image of Diogo Galvão (formerly Daniel Gallagher) in São Paulo.

Ongoing Notes

New cases of AE-1184 exposure are reported daily. The drug appears to be spreading beyond South America, with victims now appearing in parts of Africa and India. In these cases, subjects are observed to adopt local racial and cultural traits, effectively becoming African or Indian men following the extraction of their original identities.

At present, it is unknown whether affected individuals can ever be returned to their original identities. By this stage, their original cultural, linguistic, and genetic essence is likely too extensively extracted, used, and dispersed to recover.

[idesofrevolution]

Mycelium

Elliott nervously scribbled on his flashcards, hoping to God that it was enough to pass the exam. Dr. Whitacre was a notoriously tough grader, and she would absolutely kick him from the Senior Expedition if he were to get anything less than a 97. Mycology was Elliott's passion, so missing the trip to the rainforests of Borneo was NOT an option. Luckily, he was fortunate his roommate Guillermo was returning from his class trip to the Amazon, so he could hopefully give some insight into what to expect, if not help him study for the exam.

The doorknob jiggled, and he could hear the insertion of the key into the lock. The door swung open and closed, Elliott completely enveloped in his flashcards.

"Hey man, I'll be with you in a second. I've got like two more here, but I have to hear about the trip!" He was met only with silence, and the loud thunk of a duffel bag hitting the floor. Heavy footsteps began to walk toward the wardrobe to the left of him. Guillermo must have gotten some heavy hiking boots, because those clunks could not have been made by his tiny feet... Guillermo was only 5'2, skinny as a pipecleaner, and pushing 40 years old.

The scribbling finally came to a close as he finished his final card: Pathogenic Fungi. Slamming his pencil against the desk, he leaned back in his chair, ready beyond words for a small respite. Only then did he feel the tingle in his nose. He took a quick sniff. It was faint, but it was sweet, salty, almost sour... and completely intoxicating. He turned toward the point of origin, only to see who was leaning against the old weathered armoire. It was Guillermo, or rather, his face was reminiscent of him. He was young, muscled, and outrageously large, standing a jaw dropping 7'1. His irises were completely black, and seemed to move as if filled with a liquid. A look of cocky intrigue graced his handsome face, one that Elliott could not break contact with.

"See something you like, roomie?" Guillermo's thick Belizean accent remained, albeit several octaves lower. Every inch of him glistened, his skin shiny and coated in a layer of shining sweat. He threw his muscular arms behind his head, the biceps seemingly pulsating as he flexed. The forests of hair in his pits dripped thick droplets of sweat, as they dropped to the floor and splattered like slime.

Before Elliott could even make a single remark, the scent intensified dramatically. What was once subtle was now immensely pungent and carried with it an almost wet weight to it. It felt humid, as if his musk was as wet and hot as the rainforest he'd just returned from. It was thick, soupy, almost slimy and it slithered through the air around him; brushing against his skin, invading his nose, even tickling his tastebuds with overwhelming umami flavor.

"It feels so good, right? Smells so ripe, you can literally taste it." Guillermo was right, he could taste it. In fact, he could feel the plasmic musk seemingly flow like liquid down his throat and into his nose. "We all have our own, El. You could sniff every one of us coming off that plane, and all of us smelled different and so fucking great." Guillermo walked slowly toward the entranced Elliott, letting the heat from his chiseled body radiate throughout the room. "Doc Whitacre found a new kind of fungus, Elliott. Once you take in it's spores, it changes you. Makes you see things you never would see before, feel things you never could. It makes you so fuckin strong, and so fuckin horny... You can hear the others in your head, almost like one mind, and once you let that amazing musk into your body... You're gonna see what it can do for you."

Guillermo was inches from Elliott's face, the heat exuding from his strong pecs was too much. Every inhibition completely obliterated, Elliott buried his face into the ripe, sticky pits, and began to lick. He drank the musk out of the tap, letting Guillermo's savory flavor cloud every thought and judgement. Smirking with his now plush, supple lips, he grabbed Elliott's chin between his two meaty fingers and brought it close to his own before letting his tongue do the rest. The two locked lips, Elliott experiencing the savory, sweet taste of Guillermo's saliva.

The spores had finally built up in Elliott's system, the sheer amount of them released out of Guillermo's pits, groin and feet would have overwhelmed a much larger person in about sixty seconds of exposure. Elliott being lean, short, and lanky meant the transformation stage would happen rapidly. As the microscopic spores in the slimy sweat transferred from Guillermo to Elliott, he could feel the viscous fungi invade his pores. Intense euphoria set in as he felt his muscles spasm and engorge with the slimy fungus flowing into them. Inflating at an alarming rate, he could sense his chest firming up, and his body temperature rising. Everything began to echo in his ears, as if the room had gotten quite a bit bigger. He could hear Guillermo's heart beat, he could hear the sound of the slimy spores slipping into him, and he certainly could hear the sloshing sounds of his arms inflating with fungal slime.

Guillermo pulled away and knocked Elliott to the ground, kicking his dripping black socks and rank yellow trainers off his gigantic boatlike feet. A malicious smile crept onto his face as he lowered his sole onto Elliott's face, letting his slimy toes curl around the nose. Elliott breathed deeply, and lapped his elongating tongue over the slick, reeking foot. With every breath, his torso grew larger, firmer, and more muscular. His legs swelled, and his groin stirred. Thick tufts of body hair began to sprout from his pecs and abs, spreading down his firm quads and calves, down to his rapidly expanding feet.

Snatching a facecloth from the chair, Guillermo pulled down his shorts and jockstrap and began to wipe his pendulous, slimy balls and taint all over the towel. Black precum began to seep slowly from his thick, uncut cock, so why not add a bit of the salty surprise onto the damp towel for his best friend? Pulling his foot from his face, and pressing it on Elliott's throbbing groin, he tossed the towel onto his friend's face, knowing all too well that the last stage of the transformation was the facial region. Listening to the ethereal, dark voices the fungus spoke in his black, slimy brain, Guillermo slid his own filthy socks and ripe trainers onto Elliott's now size 17 feet; letting the spores seep even further into their now muscular, slimy host.

Sliding his slick, smelly foot up and down the massive shaft, Guillermo began to stroke himself as well as the virility became too much to manage. Beneath the slimy towel, Elliott began to see vibrant, dancing colors no human eye had ever seen before, hiding within every glistening spore. They sparkled like a chromatic night sky, creating seas of indescribable constellations and nebulae. Of course, his mind was finally being completely reprogrammed. The sludge had finally made it's way into the brain through the bloodstream.

Flowing through his veins was now his own black slimy spores. Coating his brain, coating his lungs, filling his balls, and most importantly, now wafting from him. Elliott began to smell his own newfound musk, so distinct from Guillermo's, and just as irresistibly potent. He grabbed Guillermo's ankle and began to thrust against his friend's slimy foot, before hearing his moans of pleasure in his mind. He could hear the sounds of Guillermo's mind on the edge of climax, feeling the sensations of mounting tension as his own. In mere seconds, the two blew their black sludge loads in tandem; pints of it. The coated eachother in the other's cum, only stopping after their balls stopped undulating. The sludge, animate, found it's way into their cocks, teasing another round of pleasure as the boys felt the other's cum flow into their balls.

The assimilation process was complete. The fungus had taken complete control of Elliott, and added him to the hive mind. Pulling the towel from his face, an entirely transformed Amazonian man rose to his feet. Elliott's irises flooded quickly with the very last of the mycelium sludge, now filled with the same rippling black liquid as Guillermo. Both boys smiled at eachother, groping and feeling eachother before intently inhaling eachother's addictive musk. They felt the same directive, the same innate need to procreate, to spread. That is, after all, the purpose of all life. The rest of the university was easy pickings for the fungus, it would likely only take a day or two at most... No need to rush. So Elliott, taking in his newfound confidence and swagger, groped Guillermo's musky sac, before falling onto the futon. Bringing his fingers, coated in Guillermo's spores to his nose, taking in every ounce of him... The two were irrisistable, even to eachother, as Guillermo laid atop his new mate for another fuck session.

[wagnii]

[guyinthegreycloak]

Swap Shark Tale: Face of the Company.

I've been renting out my body through Swap Shark for extra cash. It pays extremely well. More if people fight over renting me out. It's how I make a living. And yes, most are gay men who want to use and shake my ass on the dance floor. I watch everything they do in the passenger seat.

I was walking into the company building one day, and I felt all the hungry eyes on my body. My boss walked in, and wanted to talk to me in his office.

"Noah, my sexy man of the month. It's actually quite impressive how many in the lobby are asking for your body. I hear you or your body is a hit in the night clubs. A celebrity host if you will. I want to offer you a deal. A permanent swap with me, the CEO of Swap Shark. And you'll have your pick of bodies every weekend. Sounds enticing?"

"Sorry, but not at all sir. I like my body. And it's not for sale. Well, renting has been the exception." As I looked through the window into the lobby.

"Then as an alternative, I will like to rent you out next. I will pay triple what you make now. Consider it a promotion." Boss said.

"What's the catch?" I asked cautiously.

"8 hours Monday through Friday. And Yes, negotiated pay for use on weekends. Just sign here." He handed me a contract. And it looked similar enough to the other ones before. I looked at him a second time, and signed it.

I went home and to bed. I overslept and woke up with 20 minutes until my work started. I brushed, showered quickly, and got there 15 minutes late.

Boss was waiting for me, and like clockwork, he was wearing the helmet and an employee was handing me the second one. The process has always been a little painful. Losing control of my own body is the stuff of nightmares. But it pays too much to let the fear tell me I can't.

My vision went dark for but a moment. My eyelids opened. And boss used to my face to flash a big smile. I felt blood rush to, you know where, and he declared, "I'm Noah and your new boss and the official face of Swap Shark. Let's go make millions using prime experiences like the one I'm living."

Boss went to the bathroom, and played with the dick many have borrowed before him. He flirted with my reflection while dangling my dick, "Thank you for signing the papers. This body is mine... permanently." I was screaming in my mind to be let free. All he felt was a headache with drivers and passengers being mentally separated preventing a unwelcome experience.

"Guess I'm going to need to take an advil or something for this headache. Don't be mad, Noah. You love being controlled, don't you? You kept coming back. A man as beautiful as a super model. It made you a star host everyone wanted to sink their mind and spirits into. Thanks for this monster treat of a package by the way."

He pulled up my pants and patted my bulging dick strained against my pants. It was hurting from being constrained. He let it out and massaged it, holding my balls in my other hand. "I'm going to see what's the hype of Noah on the dance floor is all about. And maybe get laid."

Moving like that, my ass is always sore. And my dick is ravaged by the twink named Rio he's been seeing. He's a cutie, but puts up with Boss here just because my body is hot. I wish I never worked for Swap Shark. The shark part should've been a red flag in hindsight...

3 months later.

Oh no, he's got his twink boyfriend Rio renting himself out. I feel sorry for him. He might end up with the same fate as me if he doesn't stop.

Boss told him, "it's the best feeling. Get paid for doing nothing. Just let go..." As he thrusted into him, he started believing every single word. Love is truly blind when it feels too good.

Another 5 months later. That same twink is now the permanent host body of boss's ex husband. Now boyfriend. Basically, the host body tried breaking up with Boss, and boss used the contract he tricked him into signing during a session of sex. And the police came and forced the possession...now we're both hosts and victims of a broken system. What's worse is the sex on a theater stage people pay to watch us have sex for 3 hours. The audience? All hot and cuties. Probably the community of Swap Shark. Couples even took turns being on it next to us...having even more sex being surrounded by fellow super model studs.

Boss said, "fuck I ran out of cum rocket fuel..." and the new twink Rio said, "no problem, boss. I got your ass covered." he winked.

This is my life now. At least it feels good sometimes. Not happy about being a passenger in it. I'll just keep giving boss headaches. That's the least I can attempt.

Swap Shark is out of control. Nobody hot is safe from their greedy possession of perfection. If they aren't stopped, they'll eventually skip legal contracts and just become who they want.

[horniestofhoes]

Status Quo

Yes, I’ve always been this handsome. I think you’re just going crazy. I didn’t have an awkward phase, when puberty hit, I never got a single pimple, a single imperfection in my skin. My bone structure is just that good. Basically all of the girls in school had a crush on me, and some of the guys too. It’s hard to ignore such a pretty face.

I’ve always been this big too. Ever since puberty hit, I’ve just been growing nonstop, my biceps are the size of footballs and my pecs are so big I can’t even see my abs that well, and I didn’t even have to hit the gym that much for it. My doctor said it’s some sort of genetic thing. That genetic thing also makes my dick huge for some reason, go figure.

It’s also totally normal that everyone is irresistibly attracted to me. Can’t blame them, it’s their primal instinct upon seeing such a genetically blessed man. Some of the guys don’t even try to fight it too, they just let their girls go have some fun with me, then I bring them home after. The ones who don’t? I usually beat them up, or maybe just offer to fuck them after too or let them suck on my hog, that usually sweetens the deal for them.

It’s also normal for you to be hard right now, and even more normal to be wanting to suck my dick. Still think all of this is wrong? No? Well, good thing you’ve come back to your senses. As a treat, I’ll give you the carrot now. Yeah, suck it fuckin’ goooooood. Who’s the fuckin’ cock sucker now huh? You are, fuckin’ bitch. Just keep on milking me, since this is all sooo fucking normal.

[verus-animus]

The Halloween Costume

Happy Halloween everyone! Hope you all have a cozy and spooky weekend! 👻

"BOOO!" The masked figure yelled, as he crept up behind Connor and grabbed him. He began pushing himself against the blond man, forcing them against the wall as he began grinding himself against the other's crotch.

"W-What... Who the fuck are you?!! HELP! HELP!! MARVIN! ANYONE! THERE'S AN-" Connor began screaming as he was turned around and saw a masked person whom he did not recognize, nonetheless sexually assaulting him out of nowhere.

"Shhh! Quiet down! It's me... M-Marvin." The masked figure tried to calm Connor down, as he stopped the grinding and looked the other in the eyes.

"N-No way..." Connor had stopped screaming and recollected himself, and only just then recognising the familiar tattoos that crawled along the masked man's muscular arms. "You didn't..."

Immediately Connor grabbed the creepy mask and tore it off, revealing the incredibly handsome face of none other than his boyfriend's insanely hot neighbour Troy.

"No fucking way... The 'Make-Your-Own-Costume' Kit actually worked? And you managed to use it on Troy as well?" Connor asked, completely awe-struck at the sight and smell of the handsome hunk in front of him right now. Both him and Marvin had drooled over the hunky neighbour for ages, but unfortunately he had been straight as an arrow and refused every proposal of a threesome.

"Yup. Came as a package this morning. Bumped into Troy here on my way up, so I knew I had to take the shot. Literally." Marvin grinned as he explained, before leaning slightly to the side to point at a barely visible needle mark on his neck. "Jabbed him right here."

"I know the kit said it could turn ANYTHING into a costume... but a real human being?Fuck. H-How was it?" Connor asked, as he ran his hands across his boyfriend's new bulging muscles and pecs. They were completely astonishing.

"Pretty freaky actually. After Troy opened up the door and I stabbed him with the syringe, he started tumbling around the apartment until he fell unconscious on the living room floor. His skin kept bubbling and moving about for a few minutes until his entire body began hollowing out. All that was left was a empty bodysuit made by the skin of Troy." Marvin explained, taking the opportunity to feel the deep vibrato of his new voice. "However, when I walked over there to pick him up though, a gross lump of flesh emerged out of his mouth and began crawling about frantically. So I scooped it up and flushed it down the toilet..." Marvin continued, while simultaneously being busy flexing his huge biceps and admiring his own tattooed arms.

"Wait... don't you think that was the real T-" Connor worried, but his boner was impossibly hard nonetheless from watching such a stud playing with himself.

"Don't know. Don't care." The flexing hunk answered coldly. The lack of emotion and remorse in his tone surprised even his boyfriend. "His body is mine now. And I'm not giving it back!"

"B-But I thought you were just going to use him for the Halloween party..." Connor inquired.

"I did, didn't I... But then I read through the instruction manual of the kit with a very specific warning. That under no circumstances should I experience three orgasms in the costume. As doing so would erase the boundaries between the wearer and the suit, merging them together indefinitely..." The boyfriend gleefully smiled as he lustfully played with his hard pecs.

"A-And how many times have you done it today?" Connor asked, while painfully trying to hide his hard-on at this point.

"I jerked one off right after I wore him this morning. And then another one in the shower right before I came here." The tattooed hunk began licking his lips as he once again walked over to where his boyfriend stood quivering. "And I've been saving the third one for a very special occasion. With you."

He pulled them closer again and mashed his lips against his boyfriend's. Grinding their bodies together, he could tell that Connor no longer tried to fight back. In fact, he was moaning between their sloppy kisses.

"What about the Halloween party? We're already late as it is." Connor broke off their kiss, only for his boyfriend to shush him and pull him along towards the bedroom.

"Who cares about a silly party, when we can spend the entire night worshipping my new perfect body..." The hunk grinned mischievously, as he threw his boyfriend onto the bed and slammed the door to the bedroom shut.

The sound of loud groans filled the apartment for the rest of the night, so much so that Connor missed the several calls and messages on his phone left in the living room.

"Hey babe, where u at? The party starting and theyre letting people in. Some creep stole my package this morning before I had a chance to open the door, so I had to go to my pa's place and get something else. You'll find me in my old Batman costume. Call me please 🧡"

[horniestofhoes]

Status Quo

Yes, I’ve always been this handsome. I think you’re just going crazy. I didn’t have an awkward phase, when puberty hit, I never got a single pimple, a single imperfection in my skin. My bone structure is just that good. Basically all of the girls in school had a crush on me, and some of the guys too. It’s hard to ignore such a pretty face.

I’ve always been this big too. Ever since puberty hit, I’ve just been growing nonstop, my biceps are the size of footballs and my pecs are so big I can’t even see my abs that well, and I didn’t even have to hit the gym that much for it. My doctor said it’s some sort of genetic thing. That genetic thing also makes my dick huge for some reason, go figure.

It’s also totally normal that everyone is irresistibly attracted to me. Can’t blame them, it’s their primal instinct upon seeing such a genetically blessed man. Some of the guys don’t even try to fight it too, they just let their girls go have some fun with me, then I bring them home after. The ones who don’t? I usually beat them up, or maybe just offer to fuck them after too or let them suck on my hog, that usually sweetens the deal for them.

It’s also normal for you to be hard right now, and even more normal to be wanting to suck my dick. Still think all of this is wrong? No? Well, good thing you’ve come back to your senses. As a treat, I’ll give you the carrot now. Yeah, suck it fuckin’ goooooood. Who’s the fuckin’ cock sucker now huh? You are, fuckin’ bitch. Just keep on milking me, since this is all sooo fucking normal.

[pesave]

[horniestofhoes]

I have to admit it, using the Chronivac to turn my super patriotic brazilian friend into a hot argentinian hunk right before the world cup is one of the funnier things i’ve done. I even turned on the awareness settings just so he can be mad about it and curse in spanish while he sucks my dick. Well, that he thinks is normal, I can’t have him being aware of all my changes. Anyways, have fun cheering for Messi, hermanito!

[repossesseddesires]

0. The Fool

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.

0. The Fool

Professor Hudson's gaze darted wearily from side to side as he surveyed the university's end-of-semester fair. He could see his stupid students running around, the occasional amorous couple practically devouring each other, athletes flexing, and some overweight guy stuffing himself with cotton candy. They all seemed so... idiotic.

Hudson was the typical academic who made life miserable for his students, always thinking he was a brilliant genius walking the earth (and, well, his almost three doctorates plus a master's degree only made him more arrogant and prone to exploding at the slightest idiotic action).

He despised athletes above all else, those fraternity members who didn't strive for anything other than getting ripped at the gym to impress girls, or even guys. All this talk about inclusion, for crying out loud. How could anyone prefer having muscles over brains? And it wasn't like he didn't take care of himself, of course he did, but he had brains.

— Stop running, you're going to cause an accident! – The professor practically barked at some students who were running around carelessly. Those brats were going to give him an aneurysm. 

His gaze lingered on one of the fair's tents; there were hundreds and hundreds of them, some for target games, others for food, and there were even photo booths, but this one The tent was different… It had intense, striking, yet calming blue colors on its walls and ceiling, and a scent that seemed to be sea breeze emanated from it.

In no time, the man was already walking inside. There was only very dim candlelight and… sand? He looked up, finding a young, blonde woman with a slight smile behind a glass table.

— Hello, welcome. Can I help you?

— I… Excuse me, what is this? – the man said, somewhat confused. He didn't even know how he had gotten there; it was as if an alluring, hypnotic force, almost pure magnetism, had drawn him in.

— Would you like me to tell your fortune? I think it's better if I explain it this way – Cirse moved the deck in her hands; the cards shifted elegantly from side to side, almost floating in the air. They were engraved with bluish details and vibrant colors, as if they wanted to convey the essence of the summer that was almost upon them.

— Fortune? – the man asked. He let out a mocking laugh, shaking his head – That's for charlatans and people without their own judgment. It's obviously false – He was about to turn away when she spoke again.

— Of course, it's easy to believe what you can see, but what's imperceptible to the human eye, that's what's truly fascinating. If you're a man of fact and not faith. Great philosophers have pondered this doubt, the real question here is… If you're so sure of your knowledge, why would it matter to put it to the test?

The professor's jaw tightened. The most sensible thing would have been to leave the shop and leave the woman alone, but the urge to prove a point took hold of him. He approached the table and sat down on the other side.

— Cost?

— Our first reading is always free – She winked at him confidently as she passed the cards from one side to the other. The sound between them was like clicks. Everything moved so quickly that he didn't have a second to distinguish the different cards. The Magician, Judgment, Fortune, Knight of Wands – everything moved like a hurricane until finally one touched the table, sliding across it. Circe's smile appeared like a painting, accompanied by a giggle.

— And what's that? 

She turned the card over to reveal the Fool.

— Wow, what a great turn… – she whispered, fascinated, touching the card with her elegant nails – The Fool card tells us about the beginning of a new journey, and I think it will be a very long one... With all the potential that's trapped inside you. And more than anything, liberation.

Her lips pronounced that last word as if it were silk, letter by letter. The candles slowly extinguished until the place was plunged into complete darkness. The man just rolled his eyes.

— Yes, yes, it's clear you know how to put on a good show. Can I go now? – The silence was total. Hudson sighed, about to stand up when he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He had to throw himself back down in the chair; it was a pain Disabled. Shit, was he having a heart attack? – Hello?! Something's wrong with me, I need help!

He expected to hear the woman's voice again, but only felt another pain in his ribs. He clenched his jaw, trying to stifle a scream, but it was useless. He felt as if his bones were being torn apart. He gripped the armrests tightly, gasping for breath.

— MFHHH! H-Help! – he pleaded again, desperately seeking someone's attention. Without hearing the way his clothes began to rustle, as if the seams were about to burst, the man groaned. Suddenly, his pectoral muscles expanded forward, like the yeast baking a cake fresh from the oven. He felt his shirt begin to tighten, trying to accommodate his new changes, but without much success. Buttons flew off, and the "elegant" sweater he was wearing ripped like cracks in an earthquake. The pain was excruciating; his skin burned. Something similar was happening to his lower torso, his abs heating up to melt away all the accumulated fat. His years-long belly began to reintegrate with the rest of his body, leaving behind a well-defined six-pack and a glistening, pearly complexion.

— MFHH! M-Miss! – He shouted again, a burp escaping his lips inexplicably. He tried to cover his mouth when he felt another one, but instead felt a tingling in his arms that quickly filled with that same wave of energy, expanding in a snap of his fingers. His biceps were defined, though not usually so exaggerated, but now they had grown exponentially, as if he were a gym addict. His armpits, usually hairless, were now covered in hair, and a strong smell hit his nose. Shit, why did he smell like a gym? It was the same smell that filled his classroom when the damn athletes came in after a rigorous training session. The aroma left him so confused that he didn't realize when the sensation shifted to his legs, his muscles beginning to expand, using stored fat to transform it into pure, dense muscle. The man groaned, feeling his pants begin to rip.

— Shit! No! – He watched as his tailored trousers tore to shreds, his boxers tightening as his tool began to mutate in the same way. He was well-endowed, a good 15cm, but these began to grow longer and longer, becoming heavier, thicker, and longer. His balls followed suit, becoming more rounded and filled with that precious whitish fluid. The sensation was still uncomfortable, but there was a more lustful charge in these final stimuli. The man gasped, his tongue lolling out, caressing himself as the transformation moved down to shape his calves. Again, the changes accelerated in his feet. The khaki shoes ended up torn and shredded as his feet grew, smelling and sweaty. Hudson let out a loud, confused groan, his face flushed.

— S-shit, t-this isn't right – he stammered, trying to stand. He paced aimlessly, trying to lean against the table for air, but his shoulders and back swelled, becoming larger and more massive. The stern professor's careless hand brushed against his manhood, panting. Slowly, he felt his rear end begin to grow and become rounder, as if air were being pumped into a pair of shiny balloons. The little that remained of his clothing tightened around the new shape. The air was warm, though a loud thud from his buttocks shattered it completely – PPFFRHHHHT.

His stomach ached as if tons of protein were inside him. Another thunderous fart escaped. The professor had no idea what was happening.

— N-no, it can't be – He tried to take another step forward, another burp escaping his lips. He was so desperate and confused that he didn't even notice the body he now had, which bore no resemblance to his usual physique. It looked as if his head had been attached to the body of some college athlete, and in fact, that was the extent of the change.

Energy surged up his spine to his neck.

— Shit! – What came out of his mouth was a sound completely foreign to his polite and refined tone. Now it was deep, resonant, as if he didn't have many brain cells. His voice sounded almost 20 years younger, hmmm! Little by little, his neck changed, becoming more muscular and rugged.

A huge Adam's apple rose, and his skin gradually became smoother, perfect, like that of a high-level athlete. His chin sculpted, and every trace of a double chin disappeared in the blink of an eye. His cheeks followed the same path, becoming firmer, his nose more upturned, his head grew a little, his old glasses broke from the sides and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

— MFHH! SOMEONE HELP! – he shouted again, his voice unfamiliar to him. The transformation reached his hair, turning it a deeper brown, styled in a shorter, more modern way. The man was slamming against the walls. But that wasn't the worst of it.

Like a jolt of energy, he suddenly froze, face up, his eyes slightly crossed, his mouth ajar with saliva escaping.

— Ughh… – He was almost in a catatonic state, only grunts and guttural sounds escaping his thick throat – Mfhhh…

His eyes remained almost blank. Apparently, from the outside, nothing was happening. But inside his mind, it was as if the Library of Alexandria were under fire again; all his knowledge, his academic degrees, everything was being thrown away while something else was forming in its place. Why worry so much about IQ when he could keep training to grow those fantastic pecs? Hehehe, one more size and he'd have to wear a sports bra, hehe. His brain was slowly slowing down as other priorities tore down each of the islands that were important to him in his psyche. Goodbye to teaching, hello to partying. Why would he be interested in teaching others when he was barely in college, bro? What kind of nerd would he be?

His mind was slowly adapting to the new frat-brother body he now had, with those nice muscles, that attractive face that could make anyone swoon. He wouldn't have a fixed preference; bread is for everyone to enjoy, right? He'd be like a beast in bed, bro! Although nervous twinks were definitely his weakness, hammering them for hours, so damn sweaty. With that damn stench emanating from every part of their bodies that he loved so much.

His mind was slowly adapting to the new frat-brother body he now had, with those nice muscles, that attractive face that could make anyone swoon. He could sweat like nobody else on campus; they called him "Stinky Danny" for a reason. Ha, his farts were fucking legendary! They smell like tear gas, but he loved them – pure protein, honey!

The old, strict, and bitter professor was a complete jock now. The image of the student he so detested, the one he thought was a waste of student funds, was now Danny. 

The good old Danny, a member of the football team – hopefully he'd be captain someday, stinky, he spent more time in the gym than in his classes, which were fucking boring. He didn't think much, duh. He'd gotten into college on an athletic scholarship; he could pay some nerd to do his homework for him (or better yet, do it "in person").

The whirlwind of hormones and testosterone settled within him, his tool still hard, as were his areolas. His hand automatically moved to the area, beginning to stroke it back and forth, lost in this final mental transformation. One drop and it would completely seal off this change; there would be no going back, no more Professor Hudson, no more teaching, only being a stupid jock.

— MFHH! I-I… I… This is wrong! H-help. I-I… – The deep, gravelly voice of the new college student body rang out, his eyes rolling back in his head again. He tried to speak, but a jet of whitish substance shot out like an avalanche, spreading the stench of dampness and chlorine everywhere. His thick pecs rose and fell before his vision slowly cleared.

— Ugh, shit, my head, bro – he muttered. Around him, only the rest of the fair remained; it couldn't have been more than five in the afternoon. Perfect for finding his fraternity bros and going on other rides. Shit, he even saw a guy working at the mirror house earlier; he was so cute. Maybe he could convince him to take him downstairs and show him how good he was at hide-and-seek, damn, hehe.

The jock stretched a little. Inhaling the scent of his hairy armpits, he stroked his pecs; he looked fantastic. He'd been training nonstop for when summer came. He planned to go to the beach in the tiniest swimsuit he could find. He might go with his friends for the holidays, or even by himself. He didn't want to share all the hotties he'd hook up with when he was in the middle of the saltwater and sand. Ah… It felt so good to be free. Screw college.

— BRAWWWPP – he blurted out, letting out a laugh and shaking his head as he walked away, patting his belly. Those hot dogs hadn't agreed with him, haha. Lol. Danny let out a soft laugh as he scratched his fat butt with his hand. He loved being a stinky, farting jock so much, ha. Wait, why did he have some kind of handkerchief in his pocket? Ugh, like he's some kind of refined loser or something, get ready world, because Stinky Danny is here to have some fun, booyaaaah!

Circe could only watch from afar as old Professor Hudson, now ridiculously improved in all his glory (well, surely if he were still aware of his new appearance, he'd be going crazy), but that was the least of her concerns.

— Mwhaaaa – she heard a kind of soft, gentle grunt from her bag, and she just patted it.

— Shhh, calm down – she whispered into her deck of cards – I promise there will be more transformations soon. Litha is just around the corner, and magical energy is more abundant – She seemed to feel the air around her, taking in the sea breeze, the color of seashells etched against the sky, the refreshing sound of waves crashing against the shore – I think I know exactly where we need to go, buddy. Let's go.

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I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it. Summer it's almost here, and as you know, I love writing with the thematic of the months / seasons. So in the next months, I'll try to write about summer transformation, bodyswap, possessions and more.

I really love writing about this Tarot series, so. I have a question for you:

Which Tarot / Major Arcana Card would you like to see next?

The Wheel of Fortune

The Sun

The Temperance

The Hierophant

Voting ended onJun 3

The cards of The Lovers, The Strenght, The Justice, The Tower, The Star, The Moon and The Judgement are available on my blog. If you have any particular ideas, I'd love to hear them. Thank you!

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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[rippedmusclejock]

Can you see it? I am just getting pumped

[0ng0ingw0rk-deactivated20250806]

Do you want to know how we do it? The second a member scans their phone or keychain, the device in the ceiling sucks up and out their conscious, thinking mind. Soul? I guess you could call it that, though its a machine doing the job and not some spell or talisman, but it’s probably the closest and easiest word to use. We match their “soul” with their in-system profile for safe keeping. The profile also has the info their yearly complimentary training session gathers, and auto-sets their body to the right workouts. Our gym is fast, no real conversations to speak of, everyone moving, everyone progressing. When they leave, they scan out again and their “soul” gets dropped back in. They only half remember the workout, its like when you kind of just don’t remember driving a route you’ve driven a thousand times before. But we get amazing reviews and our membership is always growing. We’re building 6 new gyms in the county this year, there’s just so much demand. Sometimes… there can be a mix up. If we notice a guy who always wore sports jerseys start to wear anime shirts, or if someone was all about the cutting edge, really expensive nike/pro gear start showing up in ratty camo and hunter-looking cargos and caps, then we have to double check. The entry/exit process can get kind of crowded sometimes and the wrong “soul” can get planted in the wrong body on the way out. It’s nothing to hard to handle, all the memories and hardware is still there, the guy just usually starts acting a little out of character or suddenly has new interests. Honestly, they never really know that a different “soul” is in the driver’s seat. Kinda says something about the nature of the individual, right? We’ve been able to catch and switch back every guy that’s happened to, I think. Well… almost. There are four we still haven’t been able to correctly place back yet. We’re having some trouble figuring out what happened to their complimentary mix-ups. But look, they don’t seem to be having too much trouble. A slight interest in gaming, a sudden “paternal side”, a change in tastes in sexual position, and new found interest in comics and all things geek, nothing too extreme, no one is asking questions. 

Even if we never find their right selves, I don’t think any real harm has been done, do you? Good, I’m glad you agree with me. Oh, hey! Before you go, I just wanted to check, aren’t you English? I thought you had an accent? No? Hmm… let me just check something on your file… Okay, hmm… we’ll have you back to normal in no time. Probably. No, of course you don’t know what I’m talking about. Why don’t you go on ahead and finish your workout, bud.

[guyinthegreycloak]

A Wish for Immortality

The genie gave me 3 wishes as you'd expect.

I asked for a biggest dick any guy could want, Secondly, a body loved by everyone, and lastly, immortality. All in one long run-on sentence...

The genie granted them all at the same time, but nothing happened. He smirked, and said, "You'll figure it out soon enough."

Weeks gone by, and on my way to work I had a heart attack at only 24 years old.

I woke up and saw a foreign bedroom. I stood up in a frenzy. I saw it. My dick was a absolutely beautiful nightmare to behold. Must be over 10 inches fully erect. I started to readjust my new package while admiring my new body in the mirror.

The memories hit me like a freight train. This body used to belong to a straight dude. "Sorry man, but this dick is only for men I deem fit enough to take up the massive privilege. And this body was a straight porn star? Well, no matter. It's mine now. A cover story of being a closet case and offering no explanations should be okay for now. "

"Fuck this dick is aching for release, but I think I'll refuse the urge for now. Time to hit up gay bars and apps. I'll need to find a worthy hookup soon, before my new Mount Blood Rusher dick erupts."

"He's a cutie." I thought. We talked it over and he was down to make out after I asked. And we went over to my new place after. After topping him with what felt like a power hose, he wanted to top me too. I nodded. And he was really sweet about it too.

[hauntedestheart]

The Full Package (Male Body Swap)

Look at that smile...

Salvator was the hottest guy I'd ever laid eyes on. Platinum face card, banging body, can you blame me for sneaking a peek at him in the gym locker room? And that was how I found out he had one of the smallest dicks I'd seen on a man.

I thought he'd be angry at me for peeping, but he actually seemed relieved to let someone in on his secret and even admitted something to me: he was a virgin!

I was shocked– the guy was sex on legs. Even I'd managed to get my dick wet once or twice, and I wasn't much of a looker. But it turned out he was so ashamed of the size of his penis that he'd never let anyone near it, resigning himself to a lonely existence of being the big man in the streets while rubbing himself off with a pillow between the sheets.

He had the face of a movie star and the body of a supermodel and he still wasn't happy, just because he didn't have the cock of a porn star to match. In a way, I felt sorry for him, because that's one hell of an insecurity. But mostly I thought that he was the dumbest man on earth to be so gifted and complain about the one thing he didn't have.

(And also like... hadn't the guy ever heard of bottoming?)

So I offered him a deal: I'd do a little trade with him and take his tiny pecker and give him my own, leaving him with the thick nine incher of his dreams. However, I would get it back for three days a month... along with everything attached to it.

Long story short, Salvator is having a LOT more sex these days, so I suppose I can say "you're welcome" to the men and women of this great city for unleashing such a gift upon them. And as for me? I take a long weekend off of work at the end of every month for a lovely beachside vacation where I can reconnect with my old package, along with Salvator's chiseled abs and fat ass.

I'm having a lot more sex these days too.

A happy ending all around, although I can't help but feel like I got the better end of the deal; he only gets one part of me, whereas I'm getting to take advantage of all of him. Imagine giving up all of that up just because it didn't have a few inches more on between the legs!

I suppose I can't talk though... after all, I get to have it all.

[guyinthegreycloak]

Body Possession Law

Possessing the body of a large scale celebrity is strictly prohibited. Doing so will incur the wrath of the Free Spirit Council. And the loss of Possession Powers.

I didn't think I'd get caught. It was only going to be one weekend as Shawn. I don't know how they knew, but now I'm facing the loss of powers, and the body I'll reside in will be up to the judge.

I asked my lawyer from the Free Spirit Council, "What's going to happen to me?"

"The council concerns itself with the protections of those with possession powers. Possessing and leaving famous people poses a risk to the exposure of our kind. You will likely either stay as Shawn in the passenger seat or be forced to live inside any body the Council decides is appropriate. Driver or passenger in chosen body is also up to the court."

"Can't I run and hide? How do I overcome this?" I was freaking out.

The Lawyer stood up from the seat, "I'd advise against you running. It is pointless, they have Seers on the council. They will always find you. Just accept your fate."

"You suck. You're a terrible lawyer!" I yelled. And sat back down as the lawyer left Shawn's house.

I just wait, for my mind to be taken to a psychic plane of existence while Shawn will regain control until I'm sent back or into another. I don't know...

"Fuck!" I whispered. My head was pounding, my heartbeat speeding up. They're ripping my soul out! "No. Please! Have mercy."

The space around my spiritual body was dark. Nothing. Until flames appeared out of nowhere and started circling me.

The voice of a ruling judge spoke with reverence, "Mercy? You knew the rules. You broke the rules. What is there to say?"

"Umm... I won't do it again! It was only going to be for a weekend. I never even got to do anything fun. You immediately interrupted. Kind of unfair to be punished over doing nothing!"

The judge caused the flames encircled around me to compress closer. "Don't make this court burn your away powers. Those flames can cleanse your being of the excess energies you have abused."

I gulped in fear. I curled into a ball, trying to avoid the flames. "Your honor? I beg you. Have mercy..."

The mysterious judge declared, "Mercy? Where was the mercy for your host known as Shawn Mendes? You didn't even bother to put into induced sleep. He experienced your control of his body, the entire time. I call Shawn's spirit to the stand."

Shawn quickly got the gist after intial panic, "I am furious, your honor. I had no control. No way to cope, but to hope for something or someone to free me from being in the passenger seat of my own body. I want justice. I want my intruder punished. And I want to feel protected from this happening again."

The judge stared right into my soul literally, "I think it's clear what my sentence will be here. Your powers of possession will be transferred into the soul of Shawn Mendes. Your consciousness will reside in the passenger seat powerless to any activity. It's up to Shawn to use the power more wisely than you ever did."

I screamed, "Noooooo! Wait! I can change. I'll stick to boring bodies. Nooooooooo!"

The judge slammed the hammer of divine punishment and the flames squeezed my power from me. Given to Shawn, I saw him smile and wink at me, but it felt like burning rage.

I was completely fucked.

The judge exclaimed, "THIS COURT IS ADJOURNED!" Waves of energy pushed us away back to Shawn's body.

Shawn's back in control. And he's laughing feeling relieved, "You must be an idiot. You could've lived forever if you avoided possession of my celebrity life, but no you had to let your or I guess my dick control your decisions. Thankfully I got all the power now."

5 months later.

He wanted to explore his bi curiosity. And wanted to try his new power, without risking his body's reputation as straight.

"If I let you body sit, you won't leave the house with my body, right?" Shawn asked me.

I said, "I'd be a fool to upset you. I won't do anything you wouldn't do. Promise."

He invited over a friend, and learned to use the possession powers. He explored his new self in the bathroom while I sat in his bed, staring down the dick I've been wanting to play with for a while.

I started jacking it off. And massaging it real slow. But Shawn came in the room. And I gulped in anticipation of his wrath.

He used his borrowed body, "Maybe I should top my own body as practice for this body later."

I got into frog pose, and fuck, this ass feels so good, sliding front and back into Shawn's borrowed dick.

He then left for hours and didn't get home until tomorrow morning. He woke me up by reclaiming his body. The former host body of his was sleeping on the bed. I wish I could possess it, but no longer an option.

Turns out, he met a gay guy and they're experimenting later. At least, I get to watch.

"Hey, when can I body sit again?" I asked from the back of his mind.

"How about never? Maybe ask again never. This is my body. I wish that you would leave me alone."

They were having the best sex. I felt everything he did. And was grasping for the pent up release into his bubble butt. Things went dark for me.

Oh no. He's using the instinctual skill to put my consciousness into a coma.

1 year later.

"Shawn?? Hello? Are you here?" I woke up because he wasn't in his body.

I found detailed notes. He went on a backpacking trip in Europe. Exploring life from different men's bodies. "Take good care of my body or else, and don't think, or else what? Okay. Be safe. Use condoms."

Oh. I will be having fun tonight.

I was finally going to have fun. I unintentionally came out as gay when I was kissing a man in public on camera. But most people were supportive. A random number texted me, "Really dude? I was on the down low. Whatevs."

Shawn for a couple years returned to his body on holidays, concert tours, and his birthday.

He has become addicted to living lives outside his own. A true body possessor now.

Until he returned in the body of Alex, a famous TikToker with a pretty voice.

"Shawn, how famous would you say he is?"

"Not as famous as me... oh wait. The council. They'll let me off with a warning?"

The supernatural judge returns in his mortal host body to confront the two for a teaching moment... after the council decided the rules need changing. "Famous people are more common now. So, the ancient rule is overturned. Might have been silly in hindsight. No need to worry."

I was given possession powers again. Provided that I work for the council when they rewrite the whole book on body possession law.

The Judge with no name, "The council decided times have changed. The council has new plans. Total world domination from the shadows as an alternative to hiding from it."

Shawn became himself again. I took Alex's body for the time being. And we actually hooked up. And the judge's host body was also horny, so yeah, he took part. Without a body, he was a arrogant voice, but he's so hot right now. Despite sounding like a super villain, he made a great verse bottom.

Fuck. It's too bad the real Alex is straight. I love my new face. Wonder if Shawn would consider a duet in the shower.

It's like a whole new universe.

[guyinthegreycloak]

Thirsty But Drank Too Much Sexy

"Can't wait until that bulge in your pants belongs to me. Straight men. Why do they need all that, and he's got a nice butt. Not fair." I whispered under my breath.

"What? Did you say something?" Tommy asked.

"No. Just thinking to myself. " shrugging my shoulders.

I plucked strands of hair off his head, and said, "I think I saw a spider, but it's probably gone now." as he freaked out making sure there was none.

Later, I used the hair to complete a body swap spell between us. This tier of dark magic is undetectable. I'm going to be Tommy very soon. All that is going to be mine.

"Let us detach from ourselves and rebind to an opposing new vessel. A new home. A new body. But still ourselves within." The smoke and flame went out. And the spellbound textbook faded into another dimension.

The next morning, I opened my eyes, and the world felt bright. I jumped up like Christmas morning with morning wood. And man, it was bigger than I imagined. Dropped my underwear in front of the bathroom mirror. An impressive 9 inch long and 6 inches girth around.

My new face could be a model. And a smile that could melt an avalanche.

I'm fucking Tommy. So sexy. He called demanding that I undo this. I played the fool, claiming it's not my fault. He didn't believe me.

I downloaded dating apps. Found someone as hot as Tommy, packing heat in the front and a party out back. Twice the fun. And more than what I could have hoped for. Apparently, he knew Tommy back in high-school and had a crush on him. And I apologized for "forgetting" him by letting the hottie fuck me first.

The former Tommy showed up during our having of sex. And we kicked him out. I whispered into his ear, "I don't how you did it, but thanks for giving me this amazing body." I lied.

Later that week, he incorrectly performed possession magic and tried taking me over and failed. Then he tried hijacking my boyfriend. They fought for control while I helped by making the process uncomfortable for the intruder.

The best topping ever done to his ass happened that very night. Unknown to me, the real Tommy was bisexual. And actually won, with access to his memories.

Next morning, I woke up handcuffed to the bed. "Hey... hot stuff, what is going on?"

"Taking it back like I intended, and keeping the boyfriend as he's on my side now after explaining how you stole my body." He sneered.

"Oh. Fuck." I panicked. "Let's negotiate or something? Please let me keep your sexy body."

"No!" Tommy inserted his borrowed dick up his rightful butt. "I reverse and undo the curse. Bring me back and flip our fates." Cum shot up me, and Tommy's 9 inch dick pulled onto my consciousness and shot me out into a twink body 5 miles away.

I tried contacting them, but told me to "fuck off, and you're sealed inside that twink for 2 years by the way."

I showed up, begging for release in one form or another. "Please I'll be your bottom or your 3rd. You're both my types. Either that or a new body..."

And they looked at each other's eyes. And used me. "Tommy whispered into my ear, "you'll only leave that Twink when we say you can. And we know that Twink will help us keep you trapped in there..."

Thrust after thrust inside me, I moaned. But the Twink took control, "that's enough for today. The prisoner will remain inside me for the remainder of the 2 years and then he'll be offered a job for investigations into magical crime.

"What? No! Let me go, you submissive twink!"

He turned inward, "Get cozy in here with the others." He laughed.

"Others?" I thought. And other voices called out, "what kind of body did you try and steal?"

I ignored them. I just wanted to fight for dominance of this twink body. The other voices said to quit. But eventually, I broke through with perseverance.

The host body took my place in the mental background. I had a body again. All be it one horny bottom. But Tommy will pay for doing this to me. Oh fuck it, forget him. I'll find someone else to swap with.

Fuck. I'm thirsty.

Need to find that old spellbook. But it faded away after dark magic use.

Until then. This twink body has needs.

[hunkpossession0]

Yo, listen up, you thirsty fucks. I'm posting this straight from my new throne- this ripped, chocolate-skinned god of a body that's got every eye in the room glued to me. Name's Adonis now, but hell, who gives a shit about names when you've got a physique like this? Let me tell you how I jacked this prime piece of meat and turned it into my personal playground.

It all went down at the gym last night. I was lurking in the shadows, my old scrawny ass body feeling like a joke compared to the beasts pumping iron around me. Then I spotted him-this towering Black stud, sweat glistening on his sculpted chest, veins popping like ropes on his arms as he cranked out reps on the bench press. His abs were a fucking washboard, tight and defined, leading down to those thick thighs that screamed power. But what really got me hard was imagining what was packing in those shorts. I knew right then: that body was mine.

I waited till he hit the locker room, all alone, stripping down after his workout. The dude was straight as an arrow, from what I could tell- probably chasing pussy left and right with that alpha energy. Not anymore. I had this serum I'd cooked up, some black-market shit that swaps souls and rewires the brain. Slipped up behind him like a shadow, jabbed that needle right into his thick neck before he could even grunt. He froze, eyes wide, body convulsing as the swap kicked in. Felt like electricity ripping through me-my essence pouring into his veins, shoving his weak- ass mind out and claiming every inch.

Next thing I know, I'm staring down at this massive, rock-hard cock swinging between my new legs. Fuck, it's a monster-thick as a beer can, veiny and uncut, the kind that makes bottoms beg and tops question their life choices. I grabbed it right there in the mirror, stroking that beast slow, feeling it throb in my grip. His old self? Dumped into my shitty original body, probably waking up confused as hell, but I added a twist to the serum-flipped his switch to full-on gay mode. Now that loser's gonna crave dick like I do, chasing after what he used to own. Serves him right for being born with all this perfection and wasting it on straight bullshit.

I flexed, watching those pecs bounce, abs rippling like waves. This skin? Smooth, dark, flawless. Muscles built from years of grinding, not some gym rat newbie shit. I'm the king now, alpha as fuck, ready to dominate.

Snapped this pic in the hotel bathroom-phone in one hand, gripping my bulge with the other, smirking like I own the world. Because I do. Uploaded it straight to Grindr, profile screaming "Top Alpha Bull-Come Worship This BBC." Messages are flooding in already: twinks, jocks, daddies all drooling, begging to get wrecked.If you're reading this and your hole's twitching, hit me up. I'll stretch you out, make you scream my name while I pound you into submission. This body's built for breeding, and I'm just getting started. Who's next?

[entonymwrites]

Jerk Off Material

Shit huff huff I’m close. C’mon there’s gotta be a good one around here somewhere.

Nah not this, I’ve already jerked to that one last week, this too... hmm maybe tumblr has something new.

Don’t think I’ve seen this writer before, let’s see.

#muscle tf, #cock growth, #himbo tf.

Yeah... this is the one. Hmm, I'll just skip to the good parts, I'm sure it wouldn't hurt.

He glossed over the contents of the link sent to him, not paying attention as the words magnified the ongoing transformation in his brain and body, each scroll speeding up the growth and slowing down his thoughts.

Heh, there it is, this guy’s not gonna know what hit him. All these muscle-obsessed writers sure love a good dumbing down, huh? Can’t blame them though, must feel nice to be a meathead. Growing big and worshipping yourself...

Oblivious to the changes, his pecs started to swell with muscle, forming a meaty shelf that accompanied his new big dark nipples. They were toned yet squeezable, a symbol of a good himbo.

Fuck. My chest feels pumped just reading that. Though, they do look huge as hell right now, ngh, my nipples also feel extra sensitive... but I guess they've always been like that right? So soft but hard... I can- a-ah! I can definitely get off with this. 

His thick fingers fumbled with the site, getting harder and harder to scroll as his arms bulged out. All the friction caused an intense musk to waft through the air, reeking of pre-cum and testosterone.

Mmpfh- feels a little different today, these calluses rubbing up and down my cock like that. Guess the gym's paying off huhu, can't get arms as huge as these without a little wear and tear. So fucking big.

Next were his back and shoulders, which widened themselves to perfect proportions, complementing his newly carved abs and obliques that begged to show themselves off to the world.

It's getting so hot in here, shit, I'm getting sweat all over. But it smells so... so ggooood. W-Why am I so horny... I just want to... need to flex.

A loud moan erupted as his thighs pressed together, threatening to compress his balls from their sheer size. His ass followed suit, rounding into a juicy bubble butt that sent chills up his spine and into his brain, relieving it from its duties of thinking and processing for pleasure and lust.

NgHHH - god I'm throbbing like hell down there, this dude sounds like an absolute beast. Mmmnhh that ass must be so grabbable, so fuckable. Just like mine. No room left to spread, everything's so tight.

He pounded his palm like a wild animal in heat, sending drops of pre-cum that drenched everything with its scent. Every pump only made his dick grow further, adding inches upon inches, as his balls dropped with heavy cum, becoming so long and thick until he had no choice but to cum.

Huff huff I can feel it coming, I'm close, too close, I'm gonna mmfph - just take every inch of my fat fucking cockkkkk UGHhh!

So much cummmm -Ooooughhhh - again and again, spilling everywhere, more fucking MORE-

Fff-ffuckkkkkkkkkkkk that was… that was fucking amazing bro… I gotta share this one with the rest, it felt soooo... uhhh, real yeah real. Dude in the story sounds just like me, huhuhuh, sexed up and horny for more.

Mmm... fuck I still got another load left, I wonder if there's anything else around.

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I'm back again! Wrote this really quick one because I NEEEEED to get back to writing. I had wayy too much stuff going on during the holiday season, but hopefully 2026 will be the year I write more!