Chase had just arrived home from the club when suddenly, he got ambushed by his two roommates, Jake and Melvin. Jake restrained him while Melvin put a napkin soaked in chloroform on Chase's mouth, knocking him out.
When he came to, he was tied to a chair with his shirt open and Jake and Melvin was standing in front of him.
"W-what the-? Why the fuck am I tied up?! What's going on?!"
Jake approached him and says, "Well, Chase, if you want to know, our master wants to take over the world and we've been taking notes on you and decided that you're the perfect host for him, especially since your great-grandfather was the one who sent him back to Hell 100 years ago."
"W-what?! What the fuck are you talking about?!"
"Well, as you can see, we're not the real Jake and Melvin, Chase. We took them over the week they moved into your apartment. The real Jake and Melvin were gone the moment we took over after we swallowed their souls."
Then, both Jake and Melvin kissed hard as they continued, "Ever since, we have done a spell so that you would be more... accepting of our Master. Don't you wonder why you keep getting headaches for the past two weeks since we moved in?"
Chase tried to break free but Melvin turned towards him and used his powers to make the ropes tighter, and Jake and Melvin got a hard-on when they see that Chase was getting a huge boner from the tight ropes.
"Mmm, it looks like you're enjoying the ropes Chase..." Jake pulled on the ropes. "Too bad you're gonna be long gone once Master takes over."
Then he makes Chase open his mouth and has him drink a lethal dose of crushed sleeping pills inside his protein shake, causing Chase to have a heart attack and die.
Once Chase went limp on the chair, Jake drew a pentagram on Chase's chest and did the ritual of summoning his Master.
The demon immediately appeared in front of them and upon laying eyes on Chase, he laughed in satisfaction of the body they found. "Hahaha, thank you slaves, he looks suitable to be my vessel."
"Just for you, master," Jake and Melvin answered in unison.
Then the Master approaches Chase's dead body and puts his hand on the drawn pentagram. The moment the Master touches it, his hand phases through Chase's chest and his body shakes violently.
As the demon took control, cracks can be heard as the demon filled up every muscle, bone and limb of his new body. He immediately feels all the pleasure of his new body as he finally reaches Chase's brain and takes it over.
Moments later, the Master wakes up to Jake and Melvin both jerking off to the scene that had played out before them.
Cracking his neck, the demon with Chase's voice, says, "Thank you slaves... this body is perfect and I found out that he's a descendant of the asshole who sent me back to Hell all those years ago."
"Yes, Master. We know that you have wanted to get revenge on his family line for centuries and finally this is your chance."
He then opened his mouth and threw up the soul stone of the real Chase and holds it in his hand. "Hmm, what should we do with you...?" He then got an idea.
"Why don't I show you your proper role hehehe." He then uses his powers to drain out all of Chase's memories and turned the stone from white to red, signifying that the soul has become corrupted by the Master.
"N0 no no no, PLEASE! AARGHH" The new Chase chuckles as the real Chase screamed from inside the stone from getting corrupted and having his memories sucked out.
Seconds later, the real Chase became obedient. "Thank you Master... I'm happy that you've shown me my true purpose, which is to be a vessel for you..."
As the Master approached his minions/slaves to kiss them, putting the stone down, suddenly their friend, Walter shows up in front of their apartment building.
"Hey guys, are you still down to hang?" Walter speaks through the intercom.
All three of them smiled evilly, thinking of turning Chase into the new host of Walter's body.
It had started out a typical day for a trio of friends: Ed, Gabriel, and Niles. The three were college-aged students that enjoyed high-jacking and using the bodies of the various students in their dorm room for debauchery. Most days, they would either jack off by themselves or indulge in a little three-way action. Today, as it tended to be, was a case of the latter, as the trio found themselves in the bodies of the swimming team hunks that lived in the same apartment complex.
“Nrgh…! Fuck, this body feels too good!” cried out Ed as he was pounding his dear friend Niles in the ass while Gabe was eating him out. He flexed his arms, amazed at the amount of muscle he had packed on just by being inside of this guy’s body. He was a foreign exchange student from Spain or something, Ed had no idea who he was but he knew just how hard he wanted this body. “C’mon, give it to me, give it to me!”
But suddenly the sensation of having this cherry popped suddenly stopped. “Hey, c’mon, what the fuck?!” he cried out, turning over to see what was the problem.
Gabe held up the smartwatch his host was wearing. “We’re running out of time,” he said, pointing out they only had two minutes to leave before… something happened? Honestly, Ed wasn’t paying much attention, and with Niles’ warm and tight stolen ass engulfing his penis in anal nirvana it was even harder to recall Gabe’s advice.
“It’s not safe being inside of these bodies for too long!” warned Gabe. “Shit, I-I’m getting out of here. See y’all later!” His host began to convulse as a spectral light appeared in his core and traveled up his chest and out his mouth. His former host’s hard cock spewed his load all over Ed’s borrowed ass before collapsing on the floor.
Ed rolled his eyes. “C’mon Niles, you really wanna leave right now?” he said while thrusting deep inside Niles’ borrowed holes.
“Hrmf…! Mmmff…!” was all Niles was able to say, clutching the sheets with his knuckles as he locked his legs around Ed’s borrowed waist.
“Hell yeah! Knew you’d seen things my way.” Ed went wild of pounding Niles, grabbing his waist as he thrust in and out like Niles was his own personal fucktoy. “Yeah, yeah…! Fuck, it feels so good! Damn!” He smacked Niles’ stolen thighs a few times, eliciting a delighted moan from him with each meaty slap as the flesh jiggled from the fucking.
“Haargh…! I-I’m cumming! Take my load, whore!” Ed shrieked, collapsing on top of Niles’ body and gripping him hard as he came hard all over Niles’ inside. From beneath him, Niles was writhing and screaming out in pleasure as he came and splattered cum all over their chests.
Even as his stolen cock was softening, Ed couldn’t help but keep humping Niles a bit longer—enjoying the sensation of Niles’ cum spread throughout their chests.
But of course, all good things came to an end. The two convulsed and shivered as their souls exited their spent hosts.
Ed let out a sigh of relief. He grinned, shivering as he felt the aftermath of jacking off and cumming in another’s body. It had been so intense that, wait… ohhh…
—F-Fuck yeah!— he bellowed out, his own cock making a mess on his sheets before he realized something was wrong. —The hell is this? Oh… oh shit, I gotta go talk to Gabe!— he said, nearly yanking the hair off his scalp. Internally, Ed was fuming. He couldn’t even enjoy the sensation of cumming his insides out, and it was all likely Gabe’s fault, too. Little asshole. He should’ve warned Ed this might happen!
Gabriel pushed up his glasses as he took in all of Ed’s story in-between the ranting and ramblings. “I see,” he said, his own punctuation perfectly unchanged. “Well, I imagine these are the marks your host uses. Since you stayed in his body beyond the time limit I warned you about, this particular trait of his found itself in you, now.” Despite the graveness of his words, Gabe was still smirking as spoke. “This is what I meant when I warned you that we couldn’t stay inside other bodies for so long. Now you see what you get when you ignore punctuality.”
—¡Fuck you, man!— Ed cried out. —¿What am I supposed to do now? ¿Am I supposed to live the rest of my life without any quotation marks?— Ed grimaced as he felt those upside down question marks appear in his words. —It looks really stupid seeing English with these marks at the end of my words. Feels like I’m being interrupted all the time, and it just looks all awkward, y’know.—
Gabe bristled at that. “Y’know, whenever they localize stories for a foreign market, the punctuation is changed for the new audience. You act like this is something new, — he said.
—Watch out there, you’re mixing them up. You’re gonna end up confusing the reader, —warned Ed.
“You’ve got far too little faith. I always believe in the ingenuity of our readers, I said.”
—Now you’re just misplacing them.—
“And for the NSFW version of this post, please check this link.”
—¡I’m not clicking that! I’ll probably get a nasty virus or something weird in my computer.—
“M y c o c k i n B i o.”
—I’m definitely not clicking on that. So, ¿how long until this is out of my system?—
“Ah, well, uhm… hmm…I can tell you this: I can’t really say; afraid I’m kinda stumped with that one.”
Ed narrowed his eyes. He really did not enjoy just how many different punctuation marks Gabe was throwing at him. It almost felt like he was being mocked. —¿Have you never seen this before? ¿Am I going to be screwed for the rest of my life? ¿Will it really run out?—
“It should, it should!” Gabriel insisted. “Listen, if it doesn’t then I’ll be sure to fix it myself someway, somehow. For now, I would say just keep calm and try not to aggravate yourself too much. You just might make it worse, and I don’t want to have to deal with that nonsense.”
Ah, so Gabriel had a serious side to him. It was rare, but a pleasant sight nonetheless. Though Ed lacked sophistication, he could at least appreciate the sincerity he was putting on, even if it sounded like total bullshit.
“Oh? Hey, I think Niles is back,” said Gabriel. As if on queue, a loud and almost irritating moan filled the whole apartment. Niles always did have a pair of lungs on him. “Let’s hope his symptoms are a lot less severe than your own.”
Niles stepped outside of the room clad in just a pair of briefs. He looked between his two friends, beaming the whole time, and began to speak:
"Hey, what’s up guys—oh hold on, what’s going on?!„ And so, another headache occurred between the three friends.
I hope you all don't mind of a bit of a sillier idea from me. I'll keep working on some of my larger projects but have this little thing in the meantime.
Alex had always been obsessed with Ruben Dias—the Manchester City beast, all muscle, confidence, and that unbreakable defender vibe. But obsession turned weird when Alex stumbled on some shady dark web experiment: a serum that could turn your body into sentient alien goo, letting you slip into someone else's form and take control. "Fuck it," Alex thought, downing the vial in his dingy apartment. His skin tingled, then melted, his bones liquifying into a shimmering, translucent slime—pulsing with life, hungry for a host.
The goo that was Alex slithered across the city, guided by instinct toward the Man City training ground. It was post-session, the sun dipping low, and Ruben was alone in the locker room, fresh from drills. Inspired by those pics Ruben posted—sweat-soaked black compression shirt clinging to his ripped chest and abs like a second skin, camo shorts riding up his powerful quads, orange boots kicked off beside the bench. His dark hair matted, beard trimmed sharp, body glistening under the fluorescent lights. Ruben peeled off the shirt, revealing those chiseled pecs and a trail of hair leading down to his waistband. He tugged at the camo shorts, letting them drop, his thick cock flopping free—semi-hard from the adrenaline rush, veiny and uncut, the tip slightly flared like an invitation.
The goo pooled on the floor, inching closer, vibrating with excitement. Ruben didn't notice, stepping into the shower stall, hot water cascading over his bronze skin, steam filling the air. He soaped up, hands roaming his body—scrubbing his broad shoulders, down his abs, then gripping his dick for a quick stroke, grunting as it thickened in his palm. Pre-cum beaded at the slit, mixing with the suds.
That's when the goo struck. It surged up the drain, reforming into a tendril, slick and eager. Ruben leaned against the tile, eyes closed, jerking slowly—his cock now fully erect, 8 inches of throbbing meat, balls heavy and swinging. The goo targeted the tip, slipping into the urethra like liquid silk. Ruben gasped, his hand freezing mid-stroke. "What the fu—ahh!" The invasion was electric— the goo pushing in, stretching the sensitive opening, filling his shaft inch by inch. It felt like the best blowjob mixed with something forbidden, pleasure spiking as the slime coated his inner walls, pulsing against his prostate from inside.
Ruben's knees buckled, his free hand slapping the wall for support. "Oh shit... feels so... good?" Confusion mixed with ecstasy as the goo flooded deeper, worming through his veins, hijacking nerves. His cock twitched wildly, leaking more pre as the tendril expanded, making his dick swell even bigger, veins bulging. The goo reached his balls, seeping into the sacs, making them churn with alien heat—cum production ramping up unnaturally. Ruben moaned loud, hips bucking involuntarily, fucking his own hand as the possession took hold.
Deeper it went, up through his core, wrapping around his spine, infiltrating his brain. Flashes of Alex's memories merged with Ruben's—childhood games, trophy lifts, now twisted with Alex's fantasies of being the star. Ruben's eyes rolled back, body convulsing in orgasmic waves without cumming yet. "No... get out... fuck, yes!" Contradicting groans escaped as the goo dominated, synapses firing with pure bliss. Finally, the last of the slime absorbed, Ruben's body went rigid—then relaxed, a smirk curling his lips that wasn't his own.
From that day, "Ruben" played like a demon on the pitch, but off it? Alex lived the dream—fucking fans in secret, flexing in mirrors, owning every inch of that athletic frame. The goo had won.
Immortality science is a work in progress. It requires a great deal of risk to myself for the experiments. Trying to transfer minds is dangerous. I was trying switch bodies with a college student, under the guise of extra credit. But the process vaporized me.
I slowly started to reform into a sentient green mist. But I felt like I was dying in open space, and there was the college frat guy who felt like a quench to my thirst.
I became him. I became Ben. The experiment was successful. I have achieved immortality! The thrill. The feeling of a new body gave rush to my new tool. And it felt amaaazing!
Until Ben's thoughts came like a whisper, "Professor is that you? I can't move."
"Relax, Ben. The experiment worked. I'm going to be walking in your shoes until I'm ready to try becoming someone else. Wanna help me out? Be my guide in your body. And maybe I'll try becoming someone new alot sooner."
As Ben and with his hesitant aid, I have blended perfectly into my new life. Jacking off in the morning and in the mirror has been enlightening. I think I am ready to start dating men. I knew Ben was gay as well, which is why he was offered the "extra credit".
Met a gorgeous man named Pete. We instantly hit things off. And as soon as we got to the bedroom, clothes came off. Dicks sprang free. Pete rode on top of my dick. "Don't stop..." I begged.
But all good things don't last forever. He was only interested in being a one night stand. I decided then and there Pete was the one to become. Here goes nothing... my green mist flowed from Ben into Pete. And it was extraordinary like the time with Ben.
I looked at Ben getting reacquainted with his own body. I as Pete said, "Ben, get over and fuck Pete's tight hole. I think it's getting hungry for your big one." He obeyed but only because he's been wanting to pound a bubble butt for himself, some time now.
I felt him entering and sliding inside me. It was cosmic ecstasy. Unfortunately, Pete's mind was unwilling to negotiate for sharing information on how to live his life. So, I'll have to return to Ben's body. He's going to be disappointed.
After we got done doing each other in bed, I took over Ben's body again. "Sorry, but he wasn't going to be as helpful as you were. I'll let you out to play, don't you worry." Pete ran off with cum stains dripping into his jeans between his legs.
Ben's body and life has been good to me. His spirit is growing bitter. But what can I say? I'll have to keep him under wraps until I know a hottie long enough to possess. Though, breaking my deal with Ben has crossed my mind. This body is greatness at its peak. Back to jacking off this mighty dick. Did I forget to mention, it's 9 inches. Yeah. It's a real giver.
Tried talking to Pete, but he's not into getting possessed after getting absolutely railed, and getting railed on for round 2 with me at the helm. Ben wants me out, so maybe Pete is my next stop. Ben agreed to help me learn his life. Unfortunately, Pete's slightly older brother Dillon got in the way. But a little derailed plan isn't the worst idea...
Looked at Pete, "Tell me everything about seriously hung Dillon here, and I won't become you."
Pete gulped, "Deal. Didn't like him much. He's straight. But probably secretly bi. Rude to everyone. Athletic. Not much to tell. All his passwords are in a notebook in his desk drawer..."
"Thanks. Ben and I will be in my new room. Being boyfriends..." I said excited. My dick grew to a 11 inch hammer. Compared to Ben's 9 inches. IMPRESSIVE. Emphasis on pressing against my underwear.
From a successful experiment to a new relationship, Ben and I will be very happy with ourselves. If all goes well, maybe he'll want the same immortality treatment I got.
Collection of images found on facebook (or edited from ones found on facebook) of a cute college lad in the states who finds that handsome guys with fit bodies and pliable minds can be easily hypnotised.
A nice, tight body like that needs to be under the control of a stronger mind. One who can let him relax and enjoy showing off and flaunting his beauty without fear, worry or self-awareness.
Hopefully this makes it through the censors. There are currently 3 videos sitting stuck in content appeal which should be or have been posted; no indication of id they will ever see the light of day. In the meantime it seems like photos and GIFs make it through alright so have these. Cute guy clearly gone deep, wish there was video of the show to be found but never come across any.
NOTE: Just so we’re clear: I am the original author of this story even though @dantelockwood is parading around as though they wrote it. They have stolen content and it’s a shame. These edits were done by the incredible @echovelvet278 and anyone else could never.
THUD
I dropped my suitcase by the door and looked around the foyer at the empty house. I ended up getting it for cheap and after I moved out of my exes place it was a welcome listing. It was beaten up, chunks of wall were missing exposing the small crawl spaces between the walls and the support structure holding the house up. Luckily, that was still intact.
I whistled as I closed the door looking around, the Kill Bill tune. I wandered through the archway next to me to find empty bookshelves lining the walls and a chandelier covered in the center of the room. The base connecting it to the ceiling was coming undone, another thing added to the list. I ran a hand along a shelf, picking up the dust along the way until a pile was swept onto the floor in a cloud. There was a chair at the end of the room facing out the window and I walked over, looking out to where this chair was looking. The backyard was bigger than I thought, could be big enough for a pool, but the fence was overgrown and decrepit and the grass would definitely need to be redone.
"I've got my work cut out for me - GAH!" I screamed as I turned around, my best friend having snuck up on me while I was peering out the window.
"Ooop, sorry." She said, placing her own suitcase on the ground.
"For a place so old, the floors are surprisingly quiet." I hold my hand against my chest trying to keep my heart from exploding.
"Well, old buildings like these have a pretty good foundation. Especially here. Plus this is some high quality wood right here." She says, stomping with her foot, another cloud of dust puffing into the air around her sneaker.
"You have no idea what you're talking about do you?" I cross my arms with a smirk.
"Of course not. Anyways, I'm surprised the moving truck isn't here." My phone started to buzz as she said this. The moving company logo popped up and I put it on speaker.
"Hello?"
"Hey, is this Emerson? Sorry to bother you, but our dispatcher says that the unit you rented is going to need to be picked up in person. We had no idea that they were delivering to that address, we would have said no if we knew. So, you are going to need to come pick up the truck. We're refunding half of the cost and of course you'll get the full deposit, but that is one of our black out delivery locations." The woman on the other line didn't seem to take a breath as she said this.
"Oh, shit, okay. Um, well...we'll come get it then." I held my hands on my hips, maybe a little too visibly upset because Sherry looked concerned. The conversation on the phone finished and I slid it back into my pocket with a sigh.
"Okay, so I'll take care of the truck, you should get the lay of the land here," Sherry pushed her suitcase to the side of the room and winked on her way out before I could get a word in.
"Alrighty then. Just me and you." I said, looking up at the crown moulding. It was in surprisingly wonderful condition. I just hoped it was everywhere else so we could keep it.
I continued to whistle, browsing the empty cabinets in the kitchen, tapping the burnt out lightbulbs in the bathroom, and testing how creaky the bedroom doors were until I heard a thud in the hallway. Peering my head out of the master bedroom, I found the attic staircase having flopped open and the small staircase leading up to the dark square in the ceiling looked ominous. Of course, I was curious, and with how old this whole building was it could have just been a loose screw. Right?
I slowly crawled my way up the steps and poked my head into the hole. There was a small window towards the end letting in a beam of light making a floral cross over a pile of cardboard boxes. I never thought I would buy a house that had a creepy attic, but this one came right out of a horror movie. Empty dress forms covered in soot and cobwebs, cardboard boxes stacked high, a chest with a heavy metal lock keeping it closed, and even a desk with boxes of photos of old homeowners and guests inside.
"Wicked." I said with a smile. I took a seat at the desk and started shuffling through the photos. Tea colored images and straight faces repeated themselves one after another until I came across a group of brothers. Three of them all laughing in their morning coats and bowler hats.
"What a handsome trio." I looked through a couple more and found individual shots of all of them. None of them staged or monotonous, but full of life. "I bet you were fun." I said, staring at the image of a portly fellow before quickly turning around as a mannequin fell over and a draft seemed to blow the picture away.
"That's my cue." I packed up the photos that were left and returned them to their boxes, knowing I would be going through them some time in the future and as I crawled back down out of the attic I felt eyes on me. Then, a cool feeling touched my hand causing me to recoil and fall down into the hall. Sherry caught me before I fell over the banister and laughed at the mishap with a jingling set of keys in her hand.
It took us a while unpacking the truck, being the only two, until a friendly neighbor stopped by.
"Hey there, need some help? I just got back from work and thought you might need a hand." He asked. I kept my head down trying to make sure I had enough room to pick up a couple heavy boxes.
"Oh, it's just fine, I'm sure you've had a long day and - " I caught a glimpse of him through my legs and realized I had my ass facing him. He stood there with his hands on his hips ready to help and this man was gorgeous. I quickly stood up and spun around, leaning against some boxes only to have them tip over.
"Are you sure? I really don't mind." He was innocently smiling as I stumbled and I nodded.
"We'd love the help." I said.
"Yeah we would, this shit is heavy." Sherry walked by and picked up one of the toppled boxes. The stranger started assisting pretty fast and honestly it was good that he ended up showing up because it went much faster.
"So, are you two married?" He asked, sipping on a water bottle after the final box was inside.
"Oh no. He couldn't if he tried." Sherry choked on her water and laughed.
"I'm gay and she's just helping me fix the place up." I playfully kicked Sherry.
"Oh, great." The stranger was smiling as he took another sip, maintaining eye contact that made me feel warm.
"Well, I should head to bed. I'm exhausted." Sherry yawned. "Don't forget we're returning the truck tomorrow."
As she left the room, the stranger started to get up to leave, "Wait, I didn't catch your name."
"Oh," he chuckled, "It's Lance." He extended a hand which I may have shaken a little too long. He didn't seem to mind, he even got closer.
"Is there anything I can do to repay you for the help? I'm sure the water bottle isn't enough." He was standing so close to me I could feel his body heat.
"I think there just might be..."
Of course, I wasn't expecting to get my brains blown out by the hunk next door on the first night I stayed here, but I did. He fucked me on the sloppily made mattress surrounded by my bedroom boxes until we were both practically screaming and then we comfortably passed out next to each other as the fatigue from moving and a long work day took over us.
The following morning was met with blinding sunlight and a bit of movement at my feet. I pushed myself up onto my elbows and looked down at Lance who was naked and pointing towards the bathroom.
"Are you okay?" I asked, vision still a little blurry. As I rubbed my eyes I noticed that he looked terrified.
"I saw something in there. I touched my fucking cock." His voice was panicked.
"What?" I laughed, "Come back to bed, this is weird."
"Nah man, fuck this." He reached for his clothes and then suddenly toppled over onto the ground as though something had pushed him. He flipped over, his cock semi hard and I watched as it bounced to life. The tip pulsed open and I moved my hand to my mouth. Lance yelled as this invisible force tried to invade him, but then it stopped.
"Of course I don't fit." A voice groaned and suddenly I saw this thing become opaque. A large round ghost appeared out of thin air and slipped itself out of his cock and then flew directly towards his screaming throat.
Lance gurgled before suddenly gulping and then this man convulsed on the floor. His arms flicked from his sides and his chest puffed out and flexed. I was amazed watching the display before me, even getting hard as this spirit invaded his body. His head bounced and rolled until suddenly he was on his feet with a grin letting out a heavy and deep belch.
"Hello Bonebag." His voice had changed, deeper and goofier, definitely not matching his body. Maybe that was just because I had already heard his voice.
"Um, hello?" I said with an awkward wave.
"Are you okay?" He asked in awe.
"What do you mean? Are you okay?" I leaned forward over the bottom of the mattress and poked his stomach.
"Hey that tickles." He laughed a deep hearty laugh, reminding me of the men in the photos. "You're not afraid of me?" He asked with his eyes squinting.
"Should I be? I mean that was cool. I figured this house must be haunted, but I had no idea a real haunting would be like this. It's kind of hot." What was I even saying? Was I dreaming? Going insane? Maybe there was black mold here.
"Oh. wow. Maybe I'm just not being scary enough." He leaned into the bed, crawling over me with his deep and misaligned voice. He could feel the hard on as he pressed into me.
"I don't think that's it. This is just - I dunno - hot." I said.
"Oh." He tilted his head and pushed himself off.
"You're dead right? Why don't I show you a good time? I'm sure you get up to a bunch of fun on your own." I get up off the bed, and start looking through the box labelled 'closet' with a thick sharpie font.
"What made you say that?" He asked with a smirk.
"Hmm, the general translucency, the moving objects, the creepy house. C'mon, you've got to be. Plus, nothing else could really explain what I witnessed just now." I threw together an outfit and walked to the shower.
"I guess you're right on the money fleshie." He chuckled.
"You coming?" I asked, turning on the water in the bathroom to take a shower. "I think we're gonna have some fun together. What's your name?" I stood in the door frame.
"It's Fatso." He said, walking over to me with a grin and a blue glow in his eyes.
Sherry was spooning some cereal into her mouth when we ran by her, unable to hear the mumbling as we disappeared out the door. She was left with a mouth full of cheerios and milk sitting at the upside down empty cardboard box with her phone playing something from TikTok.
"Okay, let's get you a meal." I we hopped into the car.
"You know how to treat a big ghost like me right." He said, patting his stomach before buckling in. As I turned the key I noticed that Fatso was patting the abs on his stomach, pushing in the ghostly tummy belonging to the ghost inside. He chuckled as he sucked it back in and we were off.
I had no idea what I was getting into when we went to the mall food court. Hotdog after hotdog, burger after burger, then we moved on to bourbon chicken, Subway, even pizza.
"This bone bag can really pack it in." He said, patting his stomach again, only this time it was a bit more bloated than before. His abs were squares poking through his tank top and I laughed as I sipped on my soda.
"How is it?" I smiled.
"You know," He let out a loud belch that echoed through the food court and eyes turned towards us, "I really missed having a stomach." He sucked his teeth and I wiped away a bit of sauce lingering on his upper lip. He smiled and I noticed his eyes glowing slightly blue again.
"That's really you in there?" I rest my head on my palm and stared at him.
"Yeah, my brothers and I hold the longest running possession, but I think I might win with this one." He flexed his arms and let out another burp.
"You're funny." I laughed.
"You think so?" He seemed to blush.
"Your brothers aren't around?" I asked, taking another sip of the sofa.
"I've been taking a break. I really love scaring people, and I thought I might get you in that house by hopping into this hunk. I like to visit there, it's like a vacation home. I thought I could fit, but I always bite off more than I can chew." He shrugged.
"I thought you did just fine." I was biting on the tip of my straw.
"Well thank you." He said, puffing out his chest and grinning with a rush of confidence.
"Maybe we should go out and have some fun. I know a couple of places we could go and dance." I stood up after checking the time. I extended a hand and pulled him with me as he shoved the last few bits of food into his mouth.
By the time we got to the row of clubs in the heart of downtown it was pretty late. We walked, knowing we wouldn't find parking and letting ourselves get distracted long the way. I was enjoying this ghost's company and something about him inhabiting my neighbor was extremely hot.
"This is Pepper's and there's a couple of places here that you might like."
"The last time I enjoyed music this much I got kicked out of my fleshies' body." Fatso was trying very hard not to enjoy the music as we walked in and I pulled him into me.
"Look at me," I said, staring into his eyes, "it's okay to enjoy it. Just use it to influence your movements." I started to dance near him and he hesitantly started to copy. He closed his eyes, moving his arms around and even doing a little jig that was definitely not popular in this time period. I laughed and he smiled with me, dancing some more and feel more comfortable in his skin than I had ever seen. He got so into it, he jumped onto the stage as the light shifted to a beautiful blue. Not unlike the color of his eyes. He grabbed the pole, spinning around it and sliding onto his knees. As he flipped around, kicking into the air he looked back at me and then invited me to him. Fatso's face popped out of his and I couldn't control myself, crawling up onto the stage with him and dancing on the LED stage.
Other's joined us on stage, a group amassing there and dancing to the beat. Fatso and I got closer until we were grinding against each other and I could feel his lips pressing against mine.
The combination of the music and the kiss and the hard on stimulated by the grinding must have been too much because he backed away from me and started to shake. As the beat pumped through the room his face popped out and then back in, especially when the bass was full and loud. His arms flailed and he kicked people out of the way and started to dance wildly towards the exit. I rushed after him until we were outside and suddenly he was almost throwing him up, screaming on the way out followed by that booming laughter.
"What the fuck?" He said, looking at the ghost in front of him. It took him a moment to realize what it was and then screamed. Terrified, he ran away, tripping over a recently emptied garbage bin and then running into a pole.
Fatso chuckled, "Love to see their reaction." He watched my neighbor run away.
"Me too." I say standing next to him, "What do you say we get you another hunk of flesh? A fleshy, was it?" I said, patting his belly which made him giggle. This time I could see the blush, a dark blue rushing into his cheeks.
I met Chase during my first day in college. He was the coolest guy that I have ever met. Shit! I have to be honest here, I have never befriended someone like him. Sure, I have met cool people before, but they always saw me as the weird nerd and only talked to me whenever they wanted to gain something from me. But Chase was different, he cared about me… he always asked for my opinion and he made sure that I was invited to the biggest parties on campus. Honestly, I was nervous that college was going to be high school all over again. Chase was not the only reason that made my college an awesome experience, but I cannot deny that he was an important piece of making this something special.
Everything was perfect, but then I met that Witch. She gave that medallion, she gave me the power to become a ghost and possess anyone. It sounded crazy, it sounded like a weird fantasy. But I needed to try it. There was an upcoming party on the nearby frat. I could go there as myself and just have fun with my friends. Or I could go as Chase and understand what it feels to be so awesome. For me, this was a one time thing… If it really works, I am certain that my college experience would be much more memorable. I can take over the body of my teachers, the jocks on the football team, even become a girl for a day. But I am getting ahead of myself… let’s start simple, lets start possessing Chase.
So the day arrived, I grabbed the medallion and went to the college gym, knowing that I was going to find Chase there. I went to a restroom stall and performed the ritual as the witch ordered. Immediately, I saw as my skin began to become translucent. Somehow, I was becoming invisible. Then my clothes fall into the ground. Was I naked? Yes… but no one could look at me. That is what I repeated to myself as I started to walk across the machines. I was scared that the process would reverse at any moment, that I would end up in my birth suit surrounded by all the college jocks. That would be horrible. But gladly that didn’t happen. I saw Chase lifting some weights, I just waited for him to take a break and that is when I touched him.
The possession was instantaneous. There was no inner fight, there was convulsions, or anything that signals that something had happened. No, One moment I was looking at Chase, the next one I was inside his flesh controlling every movement that he made. I was shirtless, but I didn't care. You don’t care when you look like this. Sure, I flex a bit my muscles in the mirror, doing all the bodybuilding poses that I have seen others perform. I was tempted to play with Chase dick… but he is my friend and there were some boundaries that I was not willing to cross. No, I just took a shower, being careful not to look at his enormous dick. I prepared for the party and had a blast in this borrowed body.
Did it exceed my expectations? Not really. It was fun. Sure more girls wanted to flirt with me, but other than that I ended up hanging out with the same péople. I think some people respected me more, but I really didn't care about them. One thing was certain, this experience just showed me that I was lucky with the life that I had… and that I didn’t need anything from someone else. I was ready to leave my friend's body and go back to my life.
It just took me a second to leave my friend's flesh. I was still in a ghostly form, so I was certain that Chase would not be the wiser of what I have done. However, it took me just a couple of seconds to understand that there was something wrong with him. He just stood there like a statue. He didn’t move, he didn’t react. He was still alive. He could breathe, but nothing more. I waited for several minutes, but he didn’t go back to his normal self. I materialized myself, but that didn’t pull my friend from the trance that he was experiencing. I didn't know what to do. I just quickly possessed him again and went in search of that witch. I was certain that she would be able to guide me.
The stupid witch was surprised when I told her my story. In all her life, she had never seen something like what happened to Chase. She performed several spells, but none of them brought my friend back. She told me that probably there was a higher force involved. She said destiny and some other bullshit. She told me that I shouldn’t feel guilty, but that didn’t make it easier the fact that I know that I have killed my friend. What would I say to my friends? his family? I couldn’t do that. I did this to him. I couldn’t ruin the life of all the people that loved him so I possessed his body again.
From that day, I have been living a double life. Sure, any other day, I leave his body. In the end, I still have my parents and family matters that I need to attend to. But more than 90% of my time I just live life as Chase. The guilt never completely disappears… but time has made it easier. I have got used to seeing this face in the mirror. I have learned to enjoy being this man. Probably that witch was right, it was destiny that I ended up trapped inside this body. I just hope that wherever the real Chase is, he is proud of how I lived his life.
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