Originally posted at The Male Transformation Blog as part of the Caption This series. -ElFantasmo
See that awesome shit? That’s going to be mine, and that makes me a very happy ghost.
Dude’s name is Craig. He just got done moving in, and he’s so tired he passed out on the bed without even putting sheets on it.
I make my way toward my new body, swaggering with confidence. This kid didn’t stand a chance in the long term - I’d seen him drinking and smoking during the move in, and those were the two things I missed the fucking most about having flesh, aside from fucking.
It might not be easy, and part of me hoped it wouldn’t be - hard won is more satisfying for me, and more effective at making my invasion a true transfer of ownership.
I sit down in the bed and scoot myself over so that I’m sitting on his crotch. After a brief moment, it begins, and I start to sink into his waiting flesh. I take care not to line myself up with the rest of him as I adjust my position - I want to posses the living shit out of his cock, first.
I’m sitting up with my legs in between his spread-eagled legs, and a few fidgets later I feel that my spirit schlong has found it’s new fleshly home.
I don’t even have to work at it - my long pent up desires do the deed, and my soul slithers its way into my new member. A quick, powerful punch of physical sensation, my first in 23 years, causes this cock to leap up into cold-steel rigidity.
“Oh fuck yes …” I whisper, overwhelmed.
The sudden erection causes Craig to moan in his sleep, some of my ecstasy bleeding back into the cock that’s still also his.
A glow surrounds the cock as the analogous part of my soul merges with it, and the sight nearly sends me headlong into seizing the rest of him right now. As the light penetrates deep into the core of the penis, my awareness of its size and the sensations its feeling doubles, quadruples - I nearly lose control again, but manage to hold on so this goes according to plan.
“Oh fuck, that feels amazing,” Craig mumbles in his sleep, and I begin to concentrate on my task. Now the glow of alien soul devouring its competition within the flesh has permeated my new cock and spreads to the scrote, letting me sink completely into the pelvis.
Another burst of physical pleasure assaults me.
“Oh fuuuuuuugme running …” I mumble, hearing Craig mumble the same words through his slumber.
Pleasure permeates my being as I feel the merging of my soul and this amazing 8 inch tool complete.
Trying to calm my delighted panting, I move forward. Now, phase 2.
I concentrate, making my hands just substantial enough to be felt while still able to penetrate a millimeter deep into the stolen skin along the sides of my stolen cock.
I tickle and stroke the possessed schlong, feeling untold pleasure as nerves are stimulated both on the surface of and within the epidermis, in places never before touched.
Craig jolts and partially wakes, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding out from a cock he’s rapidly losing to my subjugation.
Craig’s hands plunge below his waistband and wrap themselves around the member in the ways he normally masturbates, and even through the haze of sleep and pleasure he feels himself being touched in places his hands are not.
“Oh Jesus FUCK this is awesome ohGodohGodSHIT thisissogood …”
Craig instinctively increases the speed and pressure of his strokes even as his mind awakens to the sight of his cock aglow with supernatural thievery.
“Waitno, thisisn'trightAAAAAAGH FUCK! What'shappenAAAAGH FUCKFUCKFUCK yes oh yes!”
He knows this is wrong, but can’t bring himself to stop, and I refuse to stop the process. No matter what I do, I’ll be inside of him, but that’s not enough, and I barely hold out on allowing us to come - the time wasn’t right, I needed an absolute stronghold position to launch my total invasion from.
“Give in, Craig,” my hollow voice echoes in the room. “I’ve already won, your cock is mine, give in and drown in the pleasure, let it absorb you, let ME absorb you …”
I feel terror billow up from part of him, but I throw it against the part of him awash in the pleasure I control and am barely able to contain.
“Who the AAAAGH SHITSHITSHIT please no, I, please AAAAGH Godthat'ssofuckin'good …”
Having learned the pattern of strokes he uses when he seeks to wring pleasure from himself, I forcefully insert my spirit hands into his flesh hands, making them my puppet gloves. They shine with the process of my soul absorbing and displacing his inside of them, and the sudden feeling of my own hands on my own cock sends me plunging deep into an orgasm I knew I’d never match again, but would spend my entire new life chasing after.
The sounds Craig makes are more animal than human, his mind becoming a soft and maleable thing under this onslaught.
I slam myself backward with all of my might, amplified by the spasms of sheer pleasure arcing through both my soul and the nearby flesh. Already joined in the ecstasy, the process of soul invading flesh becomes ravenous, and without intent my legs spasm into their new living matter and consume it.
I am one with my new magnificent body, welded together by my desire and the sensations only flesh can provide.
After what seems like a pleasant slice of forever, coherent thought returns through the fog of post-orgasm. I can feel Craig’s psyche surrendering itself to me, exhausted by the war of sensation waged on it by its own body. I sit up and look at myself, a new wave of happiness and pleasure engulfing me. I watch the patterns of light dancing within me as my soul continues the process of digesting its competition. Power thrums through my muscles as formerly alien soul makes this flesh its home, and the previous tenant soul gives up its life energy to its new master.
“I did it! Oh my God, I did it it worked this is actually me!”
I shakily stand as I accustom myself to my body, at once both familiar and spectacularly new.
I run my hands across my chest, gasping and closing my eyes at the sensations that flood from the sensitive skin, still flushed and sweaty. When I look down again, I see whorls of light following my fingertips beneath my torso as I lightly stroke down my abs. Smiling in delighted surprise, I feel the tracks of my strokes teasing out more of Craig’s soul for mine to consume.
Desire for different pleasures blooms in my mind and my torso. My chest is demanding smoke. My smile deepens, and I take a deep breath. My expanding chest releases a burst of light.
The pieces of Craig’s mind I’ve subsumed automatically reach for the pack of cigarettes and the lighter and guide me to the balcony.
Ignoring Craig’s habits and re-asserting my own long-denied addiction, I light the cig and draw the smoke deep within myself, expanding my chest to its limits to allow the smoke maximum access, watching in amazement as the smoke itself causes a cascade of light within me.
After a few seconds I realize I’m holding it in, and chuckle through the exhaled cloud. Old feelings and long buried sensations burst to the surface.
“Craig. Hi, I’m Craig. Man, this is weird.”
I turn to my reflection in the sliding glass door, and let Craig’s muscle memory dictate the next drag. I watch in amusement as my face assumes a “look at me” aspect as I draw on the smoke, waggling the eyebrows a bit and sprouting a charming smile. Oh yeah, he definitely had the whole ‘being macho means being strong and smoking and drinking’ thing going on.
“Nice to meet you, Craig,” I say to my reflection as I let Craig’s mildly cocky attitude take root within me, and make another ‘ain’t I a badass?’ face at myself as I slowly draw on my smoke.