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Possession Chapter 1: Jake and Sean

“I look fucking good.” I thought as I admired Sean’s body in the mirror. I could feel Sean’s mind fighting for control. He’d lose, of course, but I liked that he wasn’t giving in so easily.

“Sean, we gonna see you at the party tonight?” Jake said, slapping Sean’s ass from behind. “We gotta celebrate that winning play tonight!”

“Of course man. Can’t wait.” I said through Sean’s voice.

Jake was my real goal. I’d seen him around campus and he was in my psych 201 class last year. Muscle stacked on top of muscle with cute dimples to complete the look. Every man wanted to be him and every woman and gay wanted to fuck him.

I watched him leave, admiring his muscular ass on the way out of the locker room.

Sean fought me each step of the way as I got ready for the party. I could tell he was starting to tire but admired his determination. “Calm down and just relax.” I said out loud to Sean’s reflection in the mirror. “Just one night and then you can have your body back. Who knows, you might actually enjoy it. I can tell you’re tired so save your strength for later.” His mind relaxed, knowing he was just making it worse for himself. “Better, now just sit back and let me take your body on the ride of its life.” I felt his mind grumble and threaten me. He didn’t know who I was so I let him.

The music was pounding as I walked into the frat house most of the football team belonged to and was immediately greeted with a red solo cup of cheep beer.

“To that awesome play!” The frat bro said as we touched cups and drank.

I walked around the house looking for Jake before finding him in the corner.

“Hey! The Man of the Hour. Glad you decided to join us.” Jake said getting up from the couch and leaving the gaggle of girls that had congregated around him.

“Of course.” I smiled. “Hey Jake, can I talk to you alone for a moment…outside?”

Jake took a swallow from his beer, draining the cup. “Of course bro, what do you need?”

We could still hear the music pounding as we walked into the backyard and around the corner of the house. We were surrounded by darkness.

“Dude, what’s with the secrecy? What did you want to talk about?” Jake asked, leaning up against the wall.

I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just pushed him against the wall and kissed him deeply. His body froze for a second before relaxing into my kiss. He gripped Sean’s hips, moaning softly.

“Didn’t know you were such a good kisser, Sean.” Jake said when our lips parted to take a breath.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” I said with Sean’s voice.

Jake smirked. “Oh?” He asked. “Gonna show me?” He spun around and dropped his pants. His muscular ass prominently displayed in a jockstrap.

“Never pegged you for a bottom.” I joked as I slide a finger into his hole, surprised at how well it stretched for me.

Jake moaned. “I like what I like and fuck labels.” Another moan as I brushed his prostate. “Just fuck me already, Sean.”

I obliged. His body took Sean’s cock easily. This was clearly not his first time. Even Sean seemed to be enjoying the feeling of fucking his teammate.

“Oh fuck. That’s right. Right there. Harder!” Jake grunted and moaned with each thrust. I gripped his hair and pulled his head back as he braced himself against the wall. “That’s right, Sean. Own my ass.”

I fucked him until we both shot our loads, mine deep inside Jake and Jake’s painting the stucco wall of the house.

Jake’s legs were shaking as I pulled out of him, my cum dripping onto the ground.

Jake pulled up pants. I could see a dark spot forming in the back as more of my liquid love dropped out of him. “Damn you’re a good fuck. I mean, I’d heard stories but that was something else.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I slapped Jake on the ass.

We walked back into the party as if nothing happened. Jake returned to the group of girls and continued on as if any of them had a chance with him.

A man of my word, I released my hold on Sean after the party. I felt Sean’s confusion as I left.

A few days later, I saw Sean and Jake holding hands as they walked through the campus.

“Another successful possession.” I said out loud to no one as they passed right by me, ignorant of who I was.

I watched the campus go by, spotting a rather arrogant looking freshman trying to hit on some girls who were clearly not interested. He didn’t seem to be taking no for an answer.

“Bingo.” I was already planning my next journey.

[storiesofthemalebody-deactivate]

Vince For Now

Knowing Vince and his buddy Cory were quite tight. Max took the opportunity and befriended Cory. They actually became good friends. Hanging out during weekends together. Went partying together. With Vince constantly out of the country to do photo-shoots. They became inseparable. They were like brothers. 

But Max didn’t forget his ultimate goal. To be Vince Krowaski. Cory told Max about Vince doing a get-together since he wasn’t that busy for the next few days. Max said you would passed. Lying to Cory he wasn’t feeling a 100. Cory nonchalantly believed him. As Cory went to peed before leaving Max’s place, Max moved his plan into motion. When Cory opened the restroom door, Max jabbed Cory with the sedative he gotten in pharmacy with a fake prescription. Cory wasn’t able to react and slowly passed out with his eyes dead stared at Max. After twenty-or-so minutes, Cory was fully unconscious and Max took off his clothes. Max slowly undressed Cory while admiring Cory’s body. It wasn’t the most muscular body, but it was toned. Max flipped Cory over and  started fucking Cory. As he fucked Cory, he slowly became Cory and Cory slowly became Max. 

The new Cory came after fucking the new Max for half an hour. He cleaned up the mess he made and cleaned the cum with his new underwear. He wore those cum-stained underwear and put on rest of his new outfit. He also helped the new Max dressed up. He used his new voice and woke Max up. It was a cute Midwestern voice. When the new Max woke up in a confused state, Cory lied and said he passed out. The new Max didn’t remember ever being Cory. For all he knew he had been Max Johnson for the rest of his life. They parted ways. The new Cory knew he was meeting up with Vince tomorrow and he was fucking excited. 

The day came and both of them and few other friends met up for a drink. They drank for hours and finally called it a night at one in the morning. Cory followed Vince home as he knew the old Cory had something going on with Vince. They chilled on the couch and took a few photos. They talked about a lot of stuff which Vince didn’t noticed anything different about Cory. They got thirsty and Vince went to made something to drink. While Vince was making the drinks, Cory prepared the syringe with sedative he brought and hid it in his pocket. When he was done, he went to Vince and wrapped in hands around Vince’s waist. They made out a little and while Vince was into it Cory jabbed the needle onto Vince’s neck. Vince couldn’t react to it and gave a confused look while slowly falling unconscious. 

After half an hour, Cory took off his clothes knowing Vince is fully unconscious. Cory took off Vince’s clothes piece by piece and was surprised that Vince was wearing two underwear. Cory did the same thing that got him his current form. He got hard and fucked Vince. The more Cory pounced, the more he looked like Vince. Half an hour had passed and Cory had became Vince and Vince had became Cory. 

The new Vince came all over the new Cory. He licked every cum that he got out thus sealing the transformation. He wore his new clothes which smelled so husky. The two underwear cupping his new cock and balls were so comfortable. He went to his new room and cut away those annoying bangs. He styled his hair like how the old Vince would style it. He took out his new phone and started recording himself. He took off the black Under Armour t-shirt first then his pants. 

He teased the camera a little while he took off the first pair of underwear. ‘God, I look so fucking hot. Fuck yeah I took that necklace and it’s now mine. Fuck! I’m so hot!.’ The new Vince grunted. 

The new Vince disappointed the camera when a Calvin Klein underwear was reveled underneath the first pair of underwear. He gave the camera that sexy gaze of his and hit stop on the recording button. He put everything on again and went to find Cory who was still unconscious. He try waking Cory up but to no avail. He carry Cory to his room and dressed him up and went in bed with him. He woke up the next day finding Cory in the kitchen making breakfast. They kissed and had breakfast. They fucked after breakfast and Cory left and went home.

‘Maybe this is the one.’ The new Vince said while thinking of all the people he had experienced in. Max was just of them. He found Max in campus when he was in this football jock’s body. He did it the same way he usually does it like how he did it with Cory and Vince. Syringe, sedative and fuck. He kinda forgot who was he originally. He just knew he loved this kind of experiences with no significant consequences. If he fucked up, he just fucks off. ‘Fuck this, I’m Vince Krowaski now. Might just enjoy it as it is. Fuck, I’m hot.’ Vince said.

One year has passed since Vince became his true self. He loved every second of being Vince Krowaski. The attention. The job. The pay. The body. The face. The mind. Everything was perfect. His outfit was on point everyday. So was his hair. 

He even gotten few new tattoos. The tatts suit his body. He worked out by following a tight schedule. Keeping this body in shape. He loved this body so much. The dedication put into it was none like before.

‘Fuck. I look fucking good. Might as well have this for the rest of my life. Unless I get old and I’ll just get a restart again.’ Vince said while taking a couple of photo he might post on Instagram. 

[exploratorytfs]

Plan B

“I know, I know! Stop stressing me, I’m working on it!” said Jack, one of the gym regulars, as he frantically masturbated to try and get himself hard. You see, Jack was the alpha type who didn’t even know of Ben’s existence before today. Yet Ben had appreciated him from afar and fantasized of having a wild night with him. He had shared this fact with his boyfriend Ryan, who’d managed to make his fantasy a reality by borrowing Jack’s studly body. 

“Do you think he has some erectile dysfunction or something” asked the beefy Ryan about himself, which of course was being controlled by the otherwise nerdy and flamboyant Ryan. 

“Well judging by the way some of the girls in my spinning class talk about him, certainly not.” Replied Ben. “Stacy, Harriett…” Jack interrupted him

“Wait! Something’s happening!” He exclaimed as he felt a flicker of excitement in his soft rod. “Which one is Harriett again? He asked.

“She’s pretty tall, long dark hair, always wearing leggings to show off her massive ass” came the reply. Jack’s member grew rapidly. He smiled with relief, before a puzzled look came to his face.

“Shit, you don’t think that… you know… even though I’m in his body… that… well… I can only get it up for girls?” It was very out of character for the usually straight as an arrow Jack to appear so bashful. However, both were coming to the realization that despite their well made plans, they were going to have to take another approach.

Ben was still incredibly horny due to the masculine hunk sitting on his bed. He was quick to find a compromise. He suggested that Jack watched some straight porn, while he sucked him off from under the covers. Jack wasn’t convinced by the plan, nor the thought of watching straight porn, but he reluctantly agreed. The initial scepticism soon turned into captivation. He looked with fascination at the woman on the video. His body was responding with excitement. It felt so wrong to enjoy the sight of a naked woman, but also so right. He thought of his boyfriend under the covers. That caused his hard-on to subside slightly and an involuntary shudder. So he realized he would have to ignore the fact that it was his boyfriend under there and focus on those big tits instead. Something he thought he would never think. But it just felt so natural. Ben was letting out a gentle moan while sucking that was distracting Ryan’s fantasizing of fucking that girl. “Shh!” He hissed down to his boyfriend abruptly. The submissive Ben was turned on by Ryan taking control and almost came right there in his pants. “Mmmmmm, such a dirty bitch” Ryan said. Ben was unsure if he was referring to him, or the porn star on screen. He dutifully continued anyway. Soon Ryan came to climax and came in Ben’s mouth.

Ben came out from under the sheets and Ryan was abruptly brought back to reality at the sight of his boyfriend. A slight glance of disgust greeted Ben, who thought it was all part of the act. Ben asked if his would finish him off. Ryan really didn’t want to. He knew he normally would for his boyfriend. But touching another guy’s junk just didn’t appeal to him at the moment. “Yeah, I’m not really feeling that, bud” He replied, also slightly surprised by his own response.

The two lazed about for a few more hours, before they both started getting horny again. An idea sprung into Ryan’s head. He knew he’d only changed for his boyfriend’s benefit, so why not try to make him a bit more attractive to his current self? He suggested to his boyfriend to dress up as a girl and then maybe he’d be able to get hard enough to fuck him. Ben was taken aback by the suggestion, but Ryan’s deep voice was very convincing. So Ben did just that and went out to buy and borrow some suitable clothes for himself. He put it all on and applied some rudimentary make up and a wig. He looked in the mirror and felt so embarrassed and a little humiliated. He looked like such a sissy. In fact, he his feminine feature made him look pretty convincing. Something that he was a tiny bit distraught by. He nervously walked into the bedroom to see Ryan there taking a nap on his stomach. He coughed gently to announce his arrival. Ryan looked over.

“Fuck, you look really feminine. Almost like the real thing. And actually, that is really hot.” Ryan quickly rolled over and started rubbing his cock. His eyes were fixated on the feminine figure in front of him. Ben was relieved to finally see that look on lust from Ryan shine in his direction. It was the look he’d been dreaming of for months. Pure masculine desire checking him out like a piece of meat. “I can feel something stirring in my pants. Why don’t you come kneel in front of me and suck me off like the baby girl?”

[swapsrus]

I went to bed with stiff knees, a bad back, and decades of wear and tear. Now, I wake up in this young, lean body, looking into a mirror at a man I don't recognize. My joints don't creak, my skin's smooth, and... are these... abs!?

My skin, once wrinkled and worn, is smooth. I don’t know who this guy used to be, but he took care of himself in ways I never did. Now, here I am, in the prime of youth again, with muscles I didn’t earn and tattoos I never got. The weirdest part? I’m starting to get used to it. Being able to touch and explore a body like this—my own body-it's intoxicating. I feel the rush of freedom. The way men look at me now, the way I can feel their gaze linger-it's something I never let myself have before, and now I want more. I want it all.

[malepossession]

It all worked out in the end - part 1

My name is Maddie and I’ve always had quite a hard time with relationships. You see, I’ve managed to deduce that I’m a lesbian. I dated guys back in high school and it never really clicked with me but whenever I’d see some of the popular girls walking around, I couldn’t help but feel slightly aroused.

Nowadays I work in an office with one of my childhood friends, Chas. We’d been friends for as long as I can remember since our parents were friends too. Anyway, Chas is the only person I’ve ever had to courage to come out to. I was really worried at first but I felt much better after he came out to me straight after. Apparently he’d been gay for awhile too. Quite the coincidence I’d say. I think me and Chas became much closer friends after that. We had told eachover some of out biggest secrets after all.

Someone must’ve been listening when me and Chas came out to eachover because about a week after I got a peculiar gift. It was a little box that’d been left on my office desk. It said on the box “a coming out present just for you”.

Being as self conscious as I was, I quickly pulled the small box towards myself to prevent other from seeing the message. I pulled off the lid and looked inside to see a small vial of purple liquid with a little note underneath. I pulled out the note after placing the vial on my desk and read it in my head.

“The potion I’ve given you is a special one that’ll allow you to swap bodies with the first person you see after consuming some. I thought that since you were having a lot of trouble coming out that I could give you a hand. You can use this to become a man. That way you won’t have to come out since you’d then be straight. You obviously don’t have to use it but I’d like you to at least consider it. You can always use it on another lesbian that already came out.

From a special person who’s looking out for all those in need of a little magic”

It sounded absolutely ridiculous but I was still very intrigued and so I got to looking for guys to swap with immediately. I was very interested in seeing what it’d be like to become a guy. I’d almost made up my mind on another of my co-workers Colin but then I realised who the person that gave me the potion really wanted me use it on. Chas. It’d be perfect since neither of us have the courage to come out so when we swapped, we’d both be straight and we wouldn’t have to worry about coming out.

So later that day, as we were about the leave the office, I asked Chas if he could hang back so I could talk to him about something. By this point the office was almost completely empty which was good because I didn’t wanna risk swapping with somebody else.

We stood at my desk and I proceeded the grab the bottle of purple liquid, closed my eyes and gulped it down. He looked at me with a rather confused look but when I opened my eyes again, I looked straight at him. Our eyes were locked as our souls proceeded to flee their original bodies and take shelter in the others.

Suddenly I was seeing myself looking very puzzled and surprised. When I looked down I saw that I was no longer wearing a woman’s dress but a mans grey suit instead.

Chas was about to absolutely freak out until I gently covered her mouth with one of my, much meatier, hands. I whispered to her saying that we had swapped bodies and she took it surprisingly well. Maybe it was a side affect of the potion. I slowly uncovered her mouth and explained how we wouldn’t have to come out anymore and that we basically knew everything about each overs lives so we could easily tricked each overs families. Once again she took it very well as she said how cool it was but that she was still a little annoyed that I didn’t ask first. She said that she probably would’ve said yes to it anyway. Guess that was a little rude of me.

Anyway, we began to walk towards to exit and it was the one of the weirdest experiences. I could feel my balls between and it wasn’t particularly uncomfortable but still very strange. Must’ve been weird for Chas too after living his whole life with these and then suddenly not having them. Surprisingly however, Chas manedged to pull off quite a ladylike walk while I somehow had the more masculine walk down. It must’ve been muscle memory or something. Another side affect of the magic? Beats me.

We got the exit and pushed open the doors before walking into late night streets. We headed into the carpark and almost went into our own cars when we realised that we needed eachovers. I waved goodbye to Chas and she waved back before we both got in the cars and drove to eachovers house

*next part might be a little more on the “pleasure” side if you what I mean.“

[muscletheftgod]

“But Daaaaaad.”

“No! I said no and that’s the last time I want to hear anything from you on it.” Dad smoked his cigarette some more. His life was stressful enough without his son whining that he wanted to try smoking.

Suddenly he saw himself smoking.

“Hey. How am I watching myself?” he asked casually, before registering the horror of being in another body….his son’s body!

“What happened? Hey, why do I have a cigarette in my hand! My voice! My voice is all deep! It sounds like your voice, Da-” Dad saw himself react, stop mid sentence, then look at his cigarette, then feel his face, his new facial hair. “You! You look like me! Is that you, Dad? Did we just…switch bodies??”

“That’s impossible!”

His son looked at the cigarette in his hand. “Alright! Now I can smoke and you can’t! Haha! Nah nah!” He smoked a cigarette for the first time, and exhaled in excitement and felt the sensation of it for the first time. “Wooooow.”

“This can’t happen! This is impossible!”

“Guess I’ll drive us home now. This is awesome! I’m you, Dad!” His son took a final drag of the cigarette before stubbing it out. “Come on. Let’s go. We have some new rules to go over about how I’m going to be in charge!”

“This…this…”

“Come on…SON.” His son grabbed his hand and yanked him towards the car, where he got in to the driver’s seat and made his father buckle up in the back. This was a nightmare! How had this happened? they both wondered

[swap-and-possessions]

My Father's Plaything

Do they get tired of it? Possessing their son's bodies? Of course, not. Why would Richard and Trevor get tired of tasting their lost prime, to feel what it means to be strong and attractive? They weren't tired, but their sons surely were.

"D- dad! Please… No more," Troy begged. He watched as the days passed quickly, lost as his father possessed his body. He saw how close friends left; and how they were replaced swiftly with cock-hungry lapdogs desperate for the penetration of his massive cock.

"Open up, boy! I don't want to hear any more of your buts." Troy would've fought against his father. He was bigger and stronger, after all. But strength meant nothing to the magic his father had.

The door burst open. It was Troy's closest friend, Boston. He hoped he escaped his own father and came here to help, but his indifference to Troy's visible begging made it clear who he was. "Trevor! What's taking you so long? I possessed this body ages ago and my asshole is begging for the taste of cock. Hurry up will you?"

"Shut 'yer yapper and help me pin my boy. He says he's tired of getting possessed. Hahaha!" Trevor laughed.

Richard used Boston’s massive strength to pin Troy on the floor. But he was getting the gist that Troy won't fight back anymore. The boy accepted that his body won't truly be his anymore. Troy could only accept reality as his father pushed his entire body to his own.

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[vv-4-deactivated20221220]

Quick Swap: Father & Son

Dad and I thought it would be fun trying each other’s bodies out for the week.

I was away at college and I could tell dad needed a break from work.

But when I came back to see for us to swap back, I walked in on him screwing around with my roommate in my body!

“DAD!”

“SON!”

He hops up and all I could see was my junk flopping in the air which was just in my roommates mouth.

My roommate looked up so confused.

I decided to step out of the room and he had the audacity to finish before coming out to talk to me!

He walks out shirtless with a pair of shorts on.

I just look my body up and down. And I could see the embarrassment start to set in.

I was kinda feeling bad for him, I know he hasn’t seen much action in awhile.

“Dad, listen I get it. But next time, make sure you lock the door when we switch.”

“Wait, you would be willing to switch with me again?”

“Yeah, I know you need a break every once in awhile and my roommates pretty good looking so getting to hookup with him is a bonus.”

“Geez Son, I guess this can our little secret.”

“So wanna swap back this week and maybe swap again the week after?”

“You bet!”

I realize it’s not the most normal family bounding but switching bodies is how my dad and I stay close!

[human-sort]

My best friend's son is smoking hot! Everytime I met them, I drooled over how hot he was, but he was too much for me… That was until an old lady gave me a coin, that would grant my impossible wish… When I woke up the next day, I was in his body! Finally my wish came true… Thank you, old lady!

[human-sort]

It's been a few days that my dad's friend took over my body and things couldn't be any worse! No one noticed anything different on "me", even when doing things I would never do, like the daily sex with his gymbros after workout... I need to find a way to undo this at once! But can this be undone?

[human-sort]

Day #26 - "Ice" During a heavy blizzard that left my house buried under layers of ice and snow, I decided to finally execute the idea that a friend gave me, he did it almost a year ago and practically no one suspected, he basically possessed his son and invented a story that "your father disappeared after going out fishing at night", and of course the police found no trace of him and ended up declaring him dead… Last night, I just possessed my son and of course I had my fun time with my new body, jerking off every time possible and trying a few sex toys on his tight asshole, and now all that's left for me now is to run to the police station and declare that "my father left during the blizzard and didn't come back home" and after that find solace for "my father's disappearance" in the arms and thick dick of my friend…

[max-the-many]

Sporting his sons buddy.

When Eric came by to get his son he acted wirhout much thinking. He always was curious for his fit body. And as his son was still out it was the perfect opportunity.

"He should be back every minute" he said "come in"

But as he left to get a drink for that impressive friend of his youngest, he grabbed something else from a hidden compartment of his work desk.

"Take some coke" he said, returning to the hall, handing over the can while his other hand skillfully emptied a syringe into the biceps of that hunk, putting down the can while Erics eyes already went blank.

"Sorry, dude" the father murmured while he grabbed that kid under his pits to drag him to the study "I won't borrow you for long", thinking about some brotime, sporting this fot, young lad, already excilerating his whole body when he slid in his first foot down those muscly legtubes, then the other, pulling up the husk his sons buddy had turned into, up his naked hips, hember into the covers of that new tool, then his upper body before he slid in his arms to finally pull over that handsome mask over his well groomed own features.

His body shivered as the suit began to transform his body, merged until he fully became Eric, looking into the mirror, smiling playfully ashamed as he looked at his well raged equipment.

Then he heared the door "Dad, are you home?"

"Shit", he expressed, injoying the first time speaking with Erics tone, rushing to get dressed.

"Ah! he, buddy!" he greeted his 'buddy' shortly after. "Your dad let me in, before he ghad to leave" still feeling the thrill of that young body stretching his crotch. "Ready to pump some load?"...

[human-sort]

My son insisted on doing everything wrong, drinking and vaping all the time! I had to get him back on the right track. That's why I hopped into his body! But now that I'm living his life... I understand why he did all that, being so young again rocks! I think I'll get used to my new life quickly...

[permanentswaps]

Baby Blue

Read Part 1 by @male-tf-captions.

Seven years. I’ve been Dimitriy for seven years. Crazy, right? I really didn’t expect this to last that long.

When I first took over Dimitriy, it was about one thing only: getting  fucked by Kyle. I had been oogling my son’s boyfriend for months. His tight muscles, glowing olive skin, shaggy brown hair. I couldn’t get him out of my head.

When I finally slipped into Dimitriy, I didn’t hesitate. That night, Kyle and I had sex four times in three hours. I still don’t understand how he had the stamina. He must be some kind of sex machine. He even gave me my first ever prostate orgasm. I didn’t even need to touch the cock to experience the biggest, most intense orgasm of my life. It was mind-blowing.

(Un)fortunately? What I didn’t realize at the time was that every time you have sex, the possession spell by another week. After that first week, I remember I tried to jump out of Dimitriy’s body and nothing happened. After trying 5 times a day for the next three days, I finally did what any rational person would do—I looked it up online. Turns out, there’s something about the surge in adrenaline and dopamine from sex that strengthens the bond between your consciousness and your body even more. So, since we’d fucked 4 times already, I’d have to wait at least a month to jump out of Dimitriy’s body.

That would’ve been hard enough had Kyle not asked me – or I guess Dimitriy -  to move in with him. I knew how much Dimitriy adored him. Hell, I was almost jealous of their connection. But I couldn’t risk disrupting that, so I agreed.

For the first week after moving in, I managed to avoid Kyle as much as possible. I told him I needed to unpack, get settled, and all the usual excuses. But it wasn’t long before reality hit—living together made avoiding sex nearly impossible. Kyle was just too irresistible. Every time I saw him, those tight muscles and that wicked grin made me crumble. He’d casually brush his fingers against my arm or lean in just a bit too close. It drove me wild, and I knew I was in trouble.

One night, as we were lounging on the couch, Kyle’s hand found its way to my thigh. He leaned in and whispered, “You know, I’ve been thinking about how amazing it is to have you here with me. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

I tried to hold out, but before I knew it, I was ass up and he was sliding his thick uncut cock into my hole. Damn it.

Again and again I kept giving in. Eventually, the weeks of possession I’d racked up blurred together until I stopped counting altogether.

In the meantime, I figured the least I could do for Dimitriy was help him bulk up a bit. That twinky body was cute, but I thought he could use a bit more muscle. I dove into weightlifting with enthusiasm, transforming that lean physique into something more substantial. I packed on about 30 pounds of muscle, and the results were impressive.

Kyle seemed to appreciate the change too. I’ll never forget that night about a year and a half into my possession of Dimitriy. I was straddled over Kyle on the bed, his fingers teasing at my hole, preparing to breed me like he had so many times before.

Feeling the need to assert myself, I took charge. With a firm grip, I lifted his hands and pinned them above his head with just one hand. Kyle struggled for a moment, but quickly realized how much stronger I’d become. I was a different man now—bigger, more dominant.

I lubed up my fingers and slid them into his hole. His initial reaction was a mix of surprise and discomfort. I took my time, working him slowly for about ten minutes, savoring every shiver and gasp from him. When I finally slid my cock inside, I held it there, letting him squirm before I started thrusting, gradually increasing the pace as I went.

The way he looked up at me, helpless and aroused, was almost endearing. It unlocked something within me—something primal. I started to really rail him, pushing him to new heights. That night, Kyle experienced his first prostate orgasm, the same mind-blowing pleasure I had felt over a year ago.

Since then, the dynamic between us had shifted. I took the lead more often, and Kyle seems to like that just fine.

I often wondered how Dimitriy will react when I give him back his body. The thought of him having to deal with this newfound confidence and dominance was amusing – not to mention how much older he’ll be. But let’s be honest—do you ever think a hunk like me stands a shot at being abstinent? – Yeah, I didn’t think so.

[zzzzzbored]

Reblog from vchris1989

“Ya ready to go huntin’?” Devin hollered out as he walked up to me, making my jaws drop to the ground.

“Come on, you have to get out of my big brother!  He’s lived in New York for the last 7 years, so he doesn’t have a drop of country left in him,” I said to my former mentor and neighbor, Mr. Jameson.  He was a burly and friendly old man who had been a lifelong country boy with a passion for hunting and wilderness survival.  It was thanks to him that I earned my eagle scout badge, and after that he promised me he’d take me on his next trip and teach me more advanced techniques.  But he died of a heart attack before we ever made it out.

“Well that’s too bad ‘cuz I ain’t leavin’!  ‘Sides, he enjoys it with me in here.  Started at the beginin’ of summer, takin’ him an  hour a night, building up from there ‘til it was like a drug fer him.  Here, I’ll show ya,” he said as he put the gun down on the ground and stood back up.

I watched my brother’s body tremble briefly before confusedly looking at his own hands, looking nervous and frantic as he yelled out, “Noooooo Get back in me!  I need the rush, you son of a bitch!”  This time Devin was talking with the New York Accent he’d picked up during his time in the city.  He looked like a heroin addict in withdrawal as he frantically looked around the backyard, finally eyeing me and rushing up to me, grabbing me by the collar of the shirt and yelling in my face.

“Are you in my little brother now?!  Get the fuck out of him!!  I need a fucking hit, man!  My body is better anyway!  Just come on and- unnnngggggggg Oh fuck yeah that’s the stuff!” my brother groaned as I assumed Mr. Jameson’s spirit started entering through his back.  Devin’s body trembled again, he squirmed in place, letting me go as he began feeling all along his cut body, looking like he was finally getting his fix as his legs wobbled and it looked like he might fall over.  But before he lost balance, he stood straight up again, eyes fully dilated before they refoused, this time with Mr. Jameson in control.

“See, he’s having a mighty good time.  Now let’s us both get dressed and then we’ll get goin’.  I already packed our bags and put ‘em in the truck.”

I paused for a second, confused.

“But Devin drives a hybrid Infiniti sedan…”

“Doesn’t drive that pussy of a car no more- not since I traded it in fer a GMC Sierra truck, something respectable fer a man to drive,” he said with a prideful smile.

I watched in shock and inner conflict as he jogged back into the house.  On one end, this was brother we were talking about.  Then again, he’d become a pretentious asshole since he moved to New York.  Still, family is family…but Mr. Jameson was more family to me than Devin ever was.  I hardly ever saw Devin except for the obligatory awkward Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner, but Mr. Jameson taught me scout techniques for years and was going to teach me all of his most advanced wilderness survival and hunting techniques.  The decision wasn’t that hard when I realized that deep down I had always wanted a big brother that would take me hunting and teach me this stuff.  With Mr. Jameson in Devin’s body, that wish had come true!

[hairy-bothered]

POV: You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror — not at your middle aged mustached face, but at your son’s face staring back at you with tired bedroom eyes and just enough scruff along the jaw to make older men look twice.

God, you missed being looked at. Your fingertips drag over the roughness on your chin as a slow grin spreads across your face. Twenty-one years old again. Smooth skin. Strong shoulders. A body that still turns heads without even trying.

For one weekend every year, you get this back.

After your wife left, you buried parts of yourself so deep you almost forgot they were there. Raising a son alone didn’t leave room for secrets like being gay — not in your town, not in your generation. So you became practical. Dependable. Invisible.

But birthdays changed everything. Now, once a year, you slip into your son’s body and disappear into crowded bars where nobody knows your name. Older men buy you drinks and let their eyes linger too long. They see a handsome young guy with confidence and a dangerous smile, never realizing there’s decades of longing hiding underneath.

You adjust the black button-down stretched across your new young chest and exhale shakily. At your age, desire had become something quiet. But in this body? You feel wanted again for all the right reasons and you weren't going to miss a minute of this experience.

[hairy-bothered]

POV: You flexed slowly, savoring the way your new young arm rose in the mirror, the bicep tightening under smooth skin that no longer sagged, no longer complained - no longer belonged to the man who had earned it. The high skin fade, the close-cropped dark hair, the trimmed thick stubble along your new jaw - every detail reminded you of yourself when you were in your early 20s - but better than memory. Stronger. Fitter. Sharper. Full of promise. You smiled at the reflection with the private satisfaction of a man admiring something he had stolen and already decided to keep.

Your "son" would panic for a while. You knew that. The boy would sit in your old body, patting your old belly, tasting cigar smoke, wondering when the nightmare would end. But there was no rush to explain. No need to confess yet. You turned slightly, watching the muscles shift across your stolen chest, and let the sly smile deepen. For the first time in decades, your reflection looked back with twenty-two-year-old eyes - and this time, you had no intention of wasting them.

[exploratorytfs]

Second Chance

“Oh man I cannot tell you how good this feels, son! Going from a wheelchair-bound, drooling mess to this hot body I feel ecstatic! I was so active before the accident, which makes this second chance all the sweeter. Did you not think it was strange when I gave you of all people power of attorney? Hahaha, well I guess not, but looks like I have the legal right to control all our money, Pops. Gonna buy me a nice big motorbike and try out those dating apps the young people use. Mmmmm, I haven’t felt an erection in years!

“And sorry, but you’re gonna have to get used to living out your remaining years in the wheelchair in adult diapers. I kinda drugged up that body before I left, which is why you’re struggling to speak. For the time being it’s best if all you can communicate is a few grunts and groans - we wouldn’t want people thinking you’re crazy by telling them your son stole your body now, would we?

“Now, let me call the carer to take care of you and feed you your lunch while I go and take care of something else in my new bedroom.”