Nonyab123

You may not remember me, but I’m back. Male transformation with a focus on possession and hypnosis.

[returnofnonya]

PriDEMONth

"D-do I really have to be naked behind the board?" Austin asked, stammering as he did. He learned to control his blush through intense training after a modeling firm picked him up when he graduated high school at 19. Learning to stop blushing and learning to stop feeling flustered were two entirely different things, however. "I f-fail to see how a nude photo will land me any more gigs..." he said to his agent, who simply smirked at him.

"Austin, you're young and you don't know much about how this works. You have an amazing body, but your current demo photos hide it! You need to feel some pride in your physique and show some skin if you want the big gigs." Austin grumbled under his breath that his agent had to be some sort of demon to want to exploit him so badly. Of course, poor Austin had no idea he was speaking to a demon in a human shell. "L-look I've been thinking, I'm more of a temporary model anyways. The agency only pays me when I get a gig so maybe I should just...q-quit." The demon occupying his agent quickly changed expression from one that was of fake concern to one of anger. "Austin...you can't quit now. It's June, the gays would go crazy for a guy with your body! I put so much work into getting where you are now, if you just had some more pride you would get so many more gigs!"

Austin simply shook his head, crouching down while keeping the board level with his crotch to hide everything as he grabbed his white briefs. "I-I'm real sorry Mr. Fierte, but I don't think I'm made out for this. It was f-fun when I was doing those clothing store shoots but this is too much for me..." Fierte only smirked at the boy as he pulled the briefs up and turned his back. "That's okay. I don't need you to feel pride, just your body!" Austin turned, confused by what Fierte said only to see black smoke barreling towards him, gasping and inadvertently letting that smoke right in. He staggered back, gasping and trying to call for help in vain. Soon enough everything went black for him as the demon Fastus took hold of his body, Austin remaining barely conscious in his own mind, unaware he even existed still.

Fastus was a demon who fed on the emotion of pride, on hubris and arrogance. He bounced around human bodies, choosing ones he felt had potential to make it big under his control and keep them barely alive within themselves, just conscious enough to feel pride for him to feed off of. His last body was a man named Donovan Smith until Fastus took him over and changed his last name to align with his mission more closely. As Mr. Fierte Fastus signed on several models, feeding on both the pride his body felt and the hubris that the models began to feel under his guidance. Austin wrecked these plans for Fastus after Fastus took a gamble on the young man being able to come out of his shell. His reputation was damaged by Austin's inability to feel pride, his models were toying around with the idea of finding another agent and the agency was losing faith in him. It was the perfect time to jump ships, and which ship could be better than the boy who ruined his favorite source of pride yet?

He flexed his arms and grinned, looking around to make sure that it was still his former vessel, which had collapsed, and his new one in the studio. "Oh yes boy, I am going to keep modeling in this body, just a type of modeling you would absolutely hate." He dropped Austin's briefs to the ground and grabbed the young man's shaft, starting to stroke it as he moaned. "Lots of our models left to do OnlyFans, and a body like this, with all this potential? I could not think of a better one to make my own with!" The sweet expression Austin typically wore was gone, replaced by an arrogant sneer as the demon stroked his new cock with gusto. "No one will recognize you when I am done with you, but I will be wealthy and drooled over! I will harvest so much pride from you that I may never leave this body of yours!" He smirked as he walked over to Donovan, his cock twitching and on the verge of orgasm. "Your sensitivity needs work, but thankfully a demon like me knows how to fix whelps like you!' He grabbed his unconcious former vessel's face, turning it to face him as he roared out, shooting a thick load all over it with a deranged smirk. "That was my way of saying 'thank you' for the fun years together Donovan. Enjoy the sinking ship that is your life after I withdraw from the agency." He dropped Donovan to the ground again, grinning as he grabbed the rest of Austin's clothes and put them on, leaving the studio.

"Ah...I do love June, all the pride in the air makes a demon feel euphoric!" The demon knew the perfect place to start anew, an adult pride festival would have plenty of OnlyFans models for him to charm and whose pride and popularity he could take advantage of.

...

Five years later Fastus made good on his promise to make Austin unrecognizable. He was in the top 1% of OnlyFans earner, had a reputation for being a well-endowed and talented lover and lived in a mansion where he fucked and was worshipped every single day. Every year on June Fastus made sure to give every fan who wanted it a special "meet and greet" just to give back to the community that made his new body so popular...

And feed off the pride they made him feel when they worshipped at his feet, of course.

(This was kind of a shit post story because I find the PriDEMONth thing to be so funny tbh but I put some effort in and I hope you guys like it!)

[brains4brawn]

You used to post real stuff. Now it’s all AI crap. You should be ashamed you lazy ass.

At least this "lazy ass" has a user name and actually posts stuff. Next time please don't hide behind anonymous

[nonotnolan]

This sort of debate around AI usage is fascinating to me, and I'm curious where the community will end up once the dust settles. Certainly we've seen a lot of trends flash and then die-- it's been ages since I've seen a heavy amount of AI-dubbed videos, and I'm glad because all three robot voice options felt like nails across the chalkboard of my soul. I'd much rather see people take that script and type it out. But I have to admit the Verus Poll did not go how I would have hoped, so this seems like a good of a time as any to create official thoughts on the matter.

The TL;DR is that I have a lot of personal issues with our community using AI for writing, but honestly I have no issues with our community using AI photos or video. The key phrase here is "our community".

When it comes to writing, I share a lot of the general concerns people have with generative AI. I am very unhappy about where the training text came from, I am not thrilled about the massive environmental impact of using AI, and in general there's something about it that absolutely rubs me the wrong way. I've seen it said, and I love the phrase-- if you can't be bothered to write it, why should I be bothered to read it? I've never seen anyone answer that question in a way that I find satisfying.

Now, is using AI to draft, brainstorm, or edit different than having AI create 100% of the text? Yes, it is. Do I think it is enough of a distinction to matter? Personally, I do not. (And here is a good place to point out that spellcheck and grammar check is not generative AI, fuck off with that disingenuous straw man argument.) I'm here to share my creative sparks with the community, and to receive them in return. I'm not interested in receiving AI sparks, and the moment I know that AI is involved, the whole thing becomes tainted to me. And if that means I see less excellent stories, well, that's a choice I'm forcing upon myself. I'm not mad at people who have different opinions about using AI to draft, brainstorm or edit. I am mad at people who have different opinions about pure creation. (I do greatly appreciate people who are up front about their AI usage, so thank you Verus for tagging them, and I look forward to seeing more of your non-AI work. If that makes me an old man shaking my fist at clouds, so be it.)

When it comes to pictures and video, well, my opinions differ. If you hadn't guessed by now, I'm on B4B's side here. Now, obviously I'm biased here. (Or maybe it's not obvious, but that's your problem and not mine.) I have no issues with B4B's recent work even if I would never personally create it myself. Yes, Generative AI stole from artists in the same way it stole from authors, and yes, it does have the same environmental issues. And to be honest, outside of the community usage, I strongly oppose Gen AI for artwork. The eBook I published used Creative Commons material for all visual elements, and that was an important personal boundary for me.

So why don't I have an issue with Generative AI visuals within the community? It's very simple, and it comes down to one of the oddities that this community has danced around for decades, now-- we don't own these photos. There is no artist who is being robbed a potential commission payment because we were never going to be paying an artist in the first place.

Granted, Photoshop and photo manips do muddy the waters here, because that is absolutely a skill I would pay for if it were cost effective, and I absolutely want those people to at least get recognition for their work. But that still isn't Generative AI. Manipulating a photo takes actual work, in a way that writing a command prompt into the AI engine never will. But again... the community is doing this for free. Ko-Fi and Patreons aside, we're here to share and receive. People trying to monetize the community without having the passion for it never last long.

Don't try and tell me you can just post stories without photos. If you want your work to be seen, it requires providing photos. One of the biggest draws to how many notes a story will get involves which photos were used as part of the narrative. You cannot convince me otherwise, I have 50+ posts of incidental evidence. There's no way any of us are paying the various celebrities and influencers to use these photos-- be honest, we're not even getting permission. For better or worse, it's part of how this community rolls. What's the difference between a photo of Levi Conely and a photo of an AI muscle dude if you aren't paying for either?

If you hate AI photos because the Uncanny Valley affect takes you out of the mood-- that's absolutely fine and very understandable. I support people who hate AI photos for this reason, even if it's not my personal stance. If I hate AI editing, brainstorming, and drafting, you can hate fake looking photos. It's only fair, and at least it's a sound argument. But if you hate AI photos because of some sort of moral superiority, I recommend you take a second look. You're not standing on as much high ground as you think.

[verus-veritas]

Some incredibly wise words by @nonotnolan! I really appreciate the sincerity and transparency of his opinion with this subject! 🫶

[returnofnonya]

I wanted to chime in on this as someone who has been a member of the male possession and tf community for a while who also writes. It’s incredibly disheartening to see a lot of the major blogs turning to AI and I understand being disappointed but at the end of the day we’re people and there’s much more civilized and kind ways to express a difference in opinion than the way anonymous blog did, such as how @nonotnolan did it.

[returnofnonya]

Hey there, I saw you send out a post where you asked people for idea's for stories or to send pictures. one idea that has been going around in my mind is more of a series idea than a single story yet I still hope you'd like to hear me out. So the MC gets into an accident and finds that when he wakes up he has a ghost buddy. This could be a special power from the family line that needed him to get close to death to awaken, could be a friend that died or simply some being he can control. He finds out that this being can possess and control people he wants to but not only that. When the buddy leaves whoever he controlled they continue to act the way he told them. Example: Hot dominant bully, big muscles, tries to pick on him after he returns on his first day of school. He makes the ghostie posses him and makes the ghosty make him submissive , turn him from straight to gay, and have him see MC as his master. He remains cocky and big, but he now loves it when MC messages him sneakily , getting him out of the classroom as he gives him a blowjob or uses him as a human fleshlight. After a while MC feels like he has had enough punishment and tells the ghost to get out only to find him still acting the way the ghost had him act. From there on out the mc slowly starts having his fun more and more slowly growing into his powers, corrupting, teasing, maybe his own harem, the jock being used as his human fleshlight etc. I think that coulld be a pretty hot story or series of him using his powers.

(Sorry this is long lmao)

Lorenzo Bautista was born to a line of fighters. Whether they fought in a ring, fought fires, or fought on the battlefield his family was intimately familiar with death. This is what inspired him to become a doctor so he could do battle with death itself.

This was not entirely appreciated by his family.

Lorenzo's mother was truly the only one who appreciated what he was trying to do, but she failed to get the other member of the family to share in this appreciation. Throughout his life he was targeted by bullies, some of whom he shared DNA with. His family who ordinarily loved a good fight stayed out of it, hoping Lorenzo would fight back one day and discover he loved it, but he always stayed passive.

Today Lorenzo stood in his apartment lobby, collecting his mail. He noticed an envelope from the prestigious Harvard Medical School, a school he was dying to get into after finishing obtaining his PhD in microbiology from Stanford. Opening the letter and skipping to the bottom, Lorenzo knew that his life was well spent. He was accepted!

He had to celebrate, had to do something now that there was undeniable proof that he had answered to the correct calling! He closed up his mailbox and rushed out to the parking lot with his acceptance letter, planning on making the long drive home to throw his success in everyone's face.

As he drove on the freeway Lorenzo could not shake the feeling that this was the start of something huge, that his life was only just beginning. As he drove along the coast to his home town he admired the view, but noticed there was a strange amount of crows along the way. He tried not to pay them any mind, but found himself getting distracted by their increasing number. He noticed one had landed on the road too late to properly drive around it, swerving in a panic and sending his car over the railing, driving right off the cliff side. He knew all too well that the survival rate of a fall like this was abysmal, recalling someone from his high school class who died driving over the rail shortly after they had graduated. He knew death was coming, but could not bring himself to accept it.

"No, please!" He cried out, to who he did not know, but calling out to an invisible force was more comforting than simply plummeting to your demise. "My life is just starting! I was meant to save people, to be a doctor!" He cried out, feeling a true primal fear well up within him, one that made him want to lay himself bare to the universe. Was this the crawl of death his mother always said his family felt before their demise? "I...have not had nearly enough sex!" He confessed before there was a crash, then darkness.

...

A few hours later Lorenzo woke up in a hospital, a male doctor smiling down at him as he stirred awake. "You're quite lucky, Doctor Bautista. You weren't injured beyond some minor scrapes, the doctors are calling this a miracle." He said to Lorenzo, who looked down at his hospital gown and the IV tube in his arm. "I...I'm alive? Wow, I-I thought I was gone." He said, tears of relief flowing through his eyes. "O-oh, and please, call me Lorenzo. Where am I?" The doctor gave Lorenzo a rundown, explaining to him his location and condition before grabbing some charts and starting to update them. Lorenzo was grinning like he was winning when a green orb suddenly appeared before him, a chuckle radiating from it. Lorenzo looked to the doctor in a panic, but the doctor hadn't even noticed or heard anything. "Oh, he can't see me, Doctor Bautista, no one but you can. That whole miracle spiel? Nonsense. I was the one who saved you once you went over the rail." He said, causing Lorenzo's eyes to widen even further. "What are you talking about? What even are you?" Lorenzo noticed that the nurse did not seem to notice it when he spoke to the orb.

"Me? I'm a ghost, you can call me Gene. Your family is special, you know that? So much death surrounds them that you have a special connection to it. Plus, as you know crows have a metaphorical connection to death that is much more real than most realize. When you were falling off that cliff to save a crow your words echoed into the afterlife and I decided to respond, coming into the world of the living to save your life. When most people die they cry about some boring shit like wanting to spend more time with family. I was honestly just going to ignore you after that whole doctor thing, but then you said something real, something honest. Something horny." The orb had no expression, but Lorenzo could hear that creepy smirk. "I decided to help you out, because you can help me out. I died without getting laid as often as I would like, and I can only exist here and take over the bodies of the living if I am tethered to one." The Gene floated closer to Lorenzo, energy radiating from it now. "Agree to be my tether. I will be at your beck and call, able to occupy and distort anyone you command me to. We can fuck like animals who will die if they don't, I can be any man you want! Even doctor cutie over there." Lorenzo looked at the nurse and blushed a little before turning back to the orb. "I...okay, you did save my life, so logically, I owe you one." He reached his hand forward and touched the orb, causing a blinding flash of green light that only he saw. A green mark appeared over his crotch that would house Gene when he was not in use, and he felt attuned to Gene's thoughts now. "Well, time for us to have some fun!" Gene exclaimed excitedly, the words clear inside of Lorenzo's head. A green trail of light shot out from Lorenzo's gown and into the doctor's chest, causing him to gasp and spasm for a second before smirking at Lorenzo. "Let's do this." Gene quickly closed and locked the door to Lorenzo's room before snapping his fingers, a green flash of light appearing over his scrubs before they vanished, reappearing on the floor neatly folded. "Neat trick, isn't it? I'm still figuring this all out myself, but it's all just coming to me now that I have a master." That phrase seemed to earn a blush out of Lorenzo. "Master, huh? Okay...I order you to do that to me, make my gown come off and get this IV out of me." He said, gaining a bit of confidence. With a snap of Gene's fingers Lorenzo's command was executed, the nerdy young man now bare on the bed and free from the tube in him a moment ago. Gene sauntered forward, climbing onto the bed between Lorenzo's legs and pressing the doctor's hairy body against him. "Anything else, master?" He asked breathlessly, earning a shudder from Lorenzo. "I don't think we have a lot of time left before we get interrupted. Use whatever magic you have to lube his cock up and start riding." He commanded, earning a wicked smirk from Gene. "Right away, sir."

With a snap of Gene's fingers his stolen hole was instantly lubed by ectoplasm. He grabbed Lorenzo's cock, his eyes widening. "Never took you to be someone hung." He said, admiring the 10 inch long and 4 inch thick cock. "Well, we did just meet didn't we? I'm full of surprises." Lorenzo countered with a cocky smirk as Gene nodded, straddling the hung nerd. "Right of course, just met." He said, a bit of mischief behind the doctor's eyes as Gene used his body to lower himself on Lorenzo's cock, moaning blissfully as he did. "Fuuuuck it's been way too long! God I've missed this!" He wasted no time pushing himself to the base of Lorenzo's cock, his hands gripping onto the nerd's shoulders. "Goddamn this guy is tight! Is Doctor, uh..." he gestured to the body and Gene quickly caught on, "Reynolds." Lorenzo nodded and chuckled, realizing that he was about to help Gene abuse this doctor's body and he didn't even know his name. "Reynolds, is he straight?" Gene nodded, lifting himself up before crashing down and starting a rhythm of bounces on Lorenzo's cock. "Mmm never even kissed a guy, and now he's getting fucked! Doctor Reynolds can be whatever you want, Master, so tell me, who do you want him to be?!" Gene was grunting as he spoke, riding Lorenzo like a wild animal now.

Lorenzo contemplated this for a moment, reaching his hands around and gripping Gene's stolen perky, hairy ass. "I think Doctor Reynolds should be a fucking manwhore. Makes bedroom eyes at any guy he thinks is hot, doesn't hesitate to fuck or get fucked, even if he is risking his career or reputation for some action!" Lorenzo was moaning as he spoke now, starting to thrust into Gene's bounces after determining a good timing. His body was heating up now, and he could tell Doctor Reynolds' was too, after all, how could it not with the way Gene was using it? "Sounds like the perfect doctor to me, Master." Gene said as he leaned down and pressed a hungry kiss against Lorenzo's lips, one Lorenzo gladly returned. The two threw themselves into pleasure and depravity, Lorenzo thrusted into Gene like his life depended on it and Gene rode him as though his did, grinding and bucking whenever he had the chance. The pair had not experienced a good fuck in ages, the pleasure was quickly starting to become too much.

"Fuck, fuck!" Lorenzo gasped out, feeling like his cock was about to explode. In a state of true lust he declared, "Doctor Reynolds is also the kind of man who loves getting that hairy chest of his coated in a good paint of cum! He loves the way it feels and collects a load there when he can, only letting it get cleaned off by the shower!" Gene sprung into action, pulling off Lorenzo's cock and kneeling by the bed and pulling Lorenzo's legs to the side so he was kneeling between them. He stroked his master while aiming his own cock up at his chest, going until the two of them roared out in bliss and fired off their cum, both hitting Reynolds' chest. As the lust came crashing down they both stayed still, looking into each others' eyes as they panted. "That was...incredible." Lorenzo said, earning a cheeky grin from Gene who stood up now. "It was, but I'm afraid round two will have to wait. Your family is here." With a snap of his fingers Gene restored the room to the way it was, Lorenzo in his gown and hooked to the IV and Reynolds fully dressed. Confused, Lorenzo turned to Gene who pointed to the walls. A green coat of light began to regress from them, going back towards Gene. As they retreated Lorenzo could hear his father's impatient knocking. "Hello?! My son is in there, why is no one answering?!" He demanded. Gene just chuckled proudly. "Two way sound barrier. Now, let's be polite and let the doctor speak to your family." He winked as a trial of green light exited Reynolds' chest and went back to Lorenzo's crotch.

Doctor Reynolds stood there for a moment, looking dazed before grinning down at Rey. "Thanks for the good time, stud." He said as he reached a hand up to his chest and rubbed over it in a circular motion. Lorenzo realized that Reynolds maintained an altered memory of what had happened, but the real shock to Rey was the doctor rubbing his scrubs to feel the load on his chest get spread around. Did Gene actually turn Reynolds into his perfect doctor?

Any doubts were dispelled when Reynolds opened the door, looking at Lorenzo's father's crotch before even looking at his face. "Hello there good-looking, I'm Doctor Reynolds and I was just busy taking EXTRA good care of your son. He needed a sponge bath." He said before winking at Lorenzo, making him smirk a little bit.

Was it wrong that he was so into seeing Doctor Reynolds' new personality?

(Hey there, thank you for the detailed ask. I hope this was satisfactory, even if there is no bully in it. I think I'll wait to see the feedback this gets before deciding if I make it a series so please guys, do not hesitate to let me know what you think! Would also love to know how you guys feel about Lorenzo being a shy on the streets freak in the sheats type.)

[returnofnonya]

I'm (sort of) back (again)!

Hello everyone. As you may have seen I posted two new stories that I had laying around elsewhere, and I hope that you guys enjoyed them. I have been a member of the community for years and I do not mean this to shade any of the other authors, but I have noticed a sharp decline in quality and a high rise of AI generated posts.

I want to make it clear that I will never use AI for my stories or the images and if you ever see me use an AI image it was an accident and please let me know! I hope to bring some life and hot stories back to the community, so please DM me or submit an ask with any ideas you may have or images of guys drawn or IRL you would like to see possessed.

[returnofnonya]

Moving through the family tree

Time was relative to someone like me. I had been alive since the 17th century. During the times of the witch hunts, I helped women escape prosecution for standing out. One day, much to my surprise I rescued a real witch. She was grateful to me and said that men like me needed to stay around, that humanity needed kindness like mine. So she presented me with a potion of her creation, informing me that it would alter my very soul. With it, I would be able to leave my body and enter the body of any man born of my bloodline. I could become immortal, and be there in every generation to spread my kindness.

I don’t know if it was her nefarious intention to get back at the people persecuting her and her sisters, or if her faith was misguided, but it didn’t take long for the thought to corrupt me. Immortality, but one I could free myself of when it became too much of a burden. I would not have to worry about concealing my identity, I’d be able to experience a fresh, young life as many times as I pleased…

I enrolled in one of the church’s inquisitor programs. I’d be sent around the colonies to hunt for witches in different towns. There, I helped strange women escape, but forced myself to lay with the ordinary towns women. I impregnated them, beginning multiple bloodlines across the colonies. All of which would create more and more descendants as time went on, meaning more and more vessels for me to occupy.

Now in 2025, there were hundreds if not thousands men who bore my blood. It mattered now how thin our connection was, if the women I laid with had a place on their family tree they were a vessel for me to occupy. At the moment, I was using the body of an older descendant, about 50 or so years old. He was a bachelor, but he was easily one of my favorites due to his rugged looks. I made sure to poke some holes in condoms and bed plenty of women, as well as donate to sperm banks to ensure that future descendants who benefited from his looks would be an option. Though, he was older than I liked now. I needed to trade in for a newer model until my future descendants from this body were old enough for me to occupy.

That’s when I came to a clothing store. This was in my home town, where I had laid with the most women before leaving. I closed my eyes and focused, finding traces of myself in nearly every man in the building. Good, I had options.

I kept walking around until I ran into Cameron, who immediately apologized. “Sorry about that, I wasn’t looking where I was…” his eyes caught mine and he immediately lost his train of thought. Good, a gay descendant. Much easier to bend to my will than straight ones such as my current vessel. Of course, it was much harder to create future offspring for me to inhabit with their bodies.

“That’s alright.” I said, pulling him against me now and leaning down to whisper in his ear, “I think I was looking for something like you anyways. A tight fit, but I can tell I’ll like how it feels when I’m in.” He practically melted in my arms and I quickly moved us to the changing rooms.

I turned him to face the wall, pulling his shorts and underwear down. “Try to keep quiet, would be a shame if I had to share an ass like this with some pig.” I said, giving his ass a firm smack before diving my tongue right in, moaning at his taste. He kept his mouth shut, squirming and occasionally whimpering as I expertly moved my tongue around inside him. 200 years of experience in bed made me a skilled lover, no matter how new to a body I was. I ate him out like a starved lion feasting on prey, gripping his cheeks tightly as my tongue found his prostate, making his legs buckle and breath shake.

Once I felt that he was enjoying himself a little too much I pulled back, standing and undoing my pants. “Don’t want you to cum just yet.” And I had a good reason for that. I pinned him to the wall, forcing him to wait as the orgasm that was so close started to fade away. He begged me for more, but his words fell on deaf ears.

Once I felt that enough time had passed I shoved my fat cock right in, pushing myself against his body, my chest in his back now as I moaned quietly, straight into his ear. I could tell he wanted to let out so many moans so I covered his mouth with my hand, grinding myself inside of him nice and slowly. It would be my last fuck in this body after 20 years, I deserved to enjoy it. My other hand snaked around his waste, stroking Cameron’s cock, my thumb roughly teasing his nice mushroom head. Soon the two of us were sweaty, panting messes and I could feel him twitching in my hand as I twitched inside of him. I gripped his cock to slow his orgasm before I focused my soul, quickly moving myself down into the load of cum that shot out of my old body’s cock, straight into Cameron.

I gasped, awakening with the sensation of a fat cock right up on my prostate. My old body needed a break after decades of being possessed, its grip loosening on my cock which immediately splattered a load onto the wall. My now abandoned body fell back, unconscious as I panted, smirking and looking down at myself. “Ahh…it’s been too long since I’ve had the double orgasm. I love it when I find my descendants while already inside of one…”

I walked out of the dressing room, leaving my old body in a rather uncomfortable position. I went to Cameron’s home where I gathered some of his things to move to the manor where I lived out my descendants’ youth in peace.

Before I left I put on his uniform shorts and sneakers he wore on the court, posing against his bedroom wall and getting a picture. “Mm, this is a good one.” It would soon find itself on the wall of photos and murals of every descendant whose youth I took, for he was one of many.

[returnofnonya]

A body earned

Isaac. A hot, arrogant jock who a lot of teachers let pass through his classes without making him put any work in. He may be the star of the football team, but to me he was nothing more than another arrogant twerp who was being given the easy way out all the time. I had a special plan in mind for him.

When finals came around I made sure everyone in his class passed but him. The sudden drop in his grade meant that he couldn’t go to the university of his dreams, and naturally the principle forced me to hold a private session for him to retake the exam. All according to plan. The principle didn’t want me to actually let him retake it, just have it on the record so he could pass. “The less witnesses the better.” He said, meaning Isaac and I would be alone on campus.

He showed up 30 minutes late with a massive attitude but I didn’t care. These were the last few moments of his youth, after all. “Look Mr. Zendiga, that exam was like, stupid long. And I’ve already made plans with my girl! Any way you can give me a shorter version?” I just smirked, predictable as always. “Sure, I can do that for your Isaac. That sounds boring though, so how about a little wager?” He smirked as if he knew anything at all. “I’d be down for that!”

“I’ll give you a very short version of the exam, about…5 questions. You answer them right, you pass. You get them wrong and you still pass, but have to help me look like you.” He just laughed. “No offense bro, but like, the only way you could look like me is if you and I got into some weird freaky Friday type shit.” Exactly what I wanted to hear. “Exactly! It’s so abstract. So how about it? You pass either way, and if you happen to fail it legitimately then we just, have a little freaky Friday moment? Like half of one?” I asked, a stupid grin much like his on my face. He just scoffed. “You old guys and your movies. Yeah sure, sound easy to me since you probably can’t Freaky Friday me!” There was a sudden boom, and we were no longer in reality as we knew it.

We were in a version of my classroom in an exam realm. In order for me to take people to this realm, a contract had to be made. By agreeing to the bet, Isaac unknowingly brought himself here. Here, reality was anything I wanted it to be. My body split into 5 parts, my head, 2 arms, and 2 legs. These parts floated in the air.

“W-what the fuck?! What’s going on?!” He tried to get out of his seat but magic chains appeared, binding his limbs and wrapping around his neck. “Here’s the deal, I ask 5 questions. For each one you get wrong, we get closer to that 1/2 Freaky Friday!” I laughed, enjoying how nervous he was becoming.

“Question 1; what is the melting point of a Diamond?” I asked, knowing I had never taught that. “Uh…4,000 degrees?” He asked. “Wrong! And you didn’t specify which temperature system!” My right leg shot forward into his, and I gained control over it. The chains that bound his right leg vanished. “H-hey what gives?!” I moved his leg around, laughing at him. “I’ve possessed your leg. Every wrong answer means another part of you I control!”

He was trembling now, knowing he was screwed. “Now, what was the Titanic made of?” I asked. “Oh, Titanium obviously!” He answered with a grin. I just laughed. “Wrong! It was steal!” My left leg entered his now, that chain vanishing as he whimpered.

“Now, why is gold considered to be such an amazing metal?” I asked. He groaned in response. “I-it’s high melting point…?” I laughed as my right arm entered his, the chain vanishing. I quickly moved it, undoing his pants and pulling his cock out. “H-hey knock it off don’t do this! You fucking weirdo!” He helplessly moaned as I made him rub the tip of his cock, unable to stop his own hand.

It was a good thing no one was on campus today. If they looked into my class they’d see Isaac by himself, a dazed look on his face as he stroked himself.

“Now, what is Titanium’s preferred temperature range?” He was desperate now. “I uh…uh, well, Titanium wasn’t on the Titanic, which is ironic, and ironic means a twist, and the titanic sunk because of the cold uh…it likes heat?” I just smirked, my games working so well on his small mind. “Wrong!” My left arm moved into his, and the chains were gone. He was incapable of moving, only able to speak and make facial expressions. His own body had turned against him as his left hand moved up his shirt, teasing his nipple. “Fuck…my new body feels so good. I can feel everything, you know?” I asked. “Fuck you man! You won’t get away with this weird Nightmare on Elm Street shit!”

I just grinned at that. I was about to get away with it. I kept stroking him, waiting until he was close to ask the final question. “Final question, where are we?” He whimpered, knowing he had lost, “I…I don’t know.” I licked my lips a little, admiring his body from the outside one last time. “That’s a good boy. Now, time for someone who knows what he’s doing to take the wheel…” My head floated into his, finalizing the possession.

My new life started with a roar of a moan. I had edged him so perfectly that right as I fully took his body I came, triggering my return to reality. I grinned, looking down at my new self, cum all over my letterman’s jacket. “Hm, looks better this way.” I laughed, tucking my cock away. I entered on my computer that “I” passed the exams with flying colors before changing my grade to an A, grinning wickedly. “Unlike you Isaac, I earned this.” I said before walking out, preparing to dump my new girl and start my life as the gay jock every guy wants a piece of.

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From Thief To House Husband Part 3: Finale

Life was nearly perfect now. The eldest son of the Smith family was under my control. Or rather, under the control of my best friend Roy. Regardless he was too busy going to raves at gay clubs and getting his back blown out at night to cause me any more problems.

The other two Smith boys had already moved out and were enjoying their independence, so things were going perfectly.

Until Mrs. Smith came home. I had to pretend to love this woman, which was difficult because quite frankly I didn’t even like her. I was able to endure it until she told me that she got promoted again, this time to a position that would require less travel. No more business trips to leave me alone so that I could have my free time.

I tried putting up with her, but apparently distance creates longing. She wanted to spend time with her husband, oblivious to the fact that he didn’t even exist anymore. I couldn’t take it anymore, so on Christmas Day her annual handmade gift was divorce papers that I printed out after my lawyer sent them over.

Rather unfortunately for me, she was the breadwinner and stood to keep a pretty hefty sum of her fortune. I knew I had to sabotage her in the divorce, so I’d have to call upon the only potential ally I had left, Officer Kevin.

Kevin was an older guy on the police force, now a detective. He had always shown Roy and I mercy and tried to help us get on the right path. One of the only good pigs in existence as Roy and I would put it. I knew he had his regrets, so I decided to stop by the station and give him the opportunity of a lifetime.

Upon my arrival I requested to speak with him privately, and being a rich white man I found that it was pretty easy to walk into a police station and ask for whatever I wanted. In a matter of minutes Kevin and I were alone in the conference room.

“Uh…Mr Smith, it’s a pleasure as always to see you, but the incident happened almost a month ago. I’m not sure how else we could possibly help you.” He stated, confused.

“Not the police department, but you, Kevin Bacon.” I grinned, a nickname Roy and I had for him.

“Oh I see Roy has been influencing you a bit, yes?”

I shook my head. “No. Mateo. See Bacon, I didn’t die. I transferred myself into a new, fancy body.” I pulled out my briefcase and showed him the vials. “Each of these can extract my consciousness and allow me to focus on someone. They allowed me to take over this asshole, and for Roy to take over his son. Our lives have been paradise, but unfortunately this body’s wife has returned home. I filed for divorce, but there’s a problem. His wife is being represented by Santiago.”

Bacon caught on surprisingly quickly having seen lots of strange things unfold in his time on the force. “I see…it does suck for you that ‘your’ wife is being represented by the most bloodthirsty lawyer out there.” Bacon hated Santiago, he was one of the best lawyers around and loved by rich white trash. He could get DUI charges of a rich kid shotgunning tequila on a security camera behind the wheel of his car dismissed and sealed from the records.

“Yes, right now we both hate him, so I have a proposal for you. Become Santiago. Sabotage my wife’s chances against me, get me as much money as you can. Then you can spend your life as a relatively younger and incredibly wealthy lawyer and make sure he never lets another scumbag off easy.”

Bacon thought about this proposal, and his life. He got into the force to make the world a better place and tried to help good guys in bad situations like Roy and I. He had obviously failed in that department given that he and I stole other people’s lives and bodies. Come to think of it, he didn’t accomplish a single one of his goals. Surely by taking an asshole like Santiago’s body, he could stand to make some changes in the world using his resources and connections!

“…okay, I’m in.” He said, hesitant and determined at the same time. We sat down and began forming the perfect plan.

Later that night Santiago was in his office. Highest floor of the building, of course. He was preparing himself for a charity gala, despite really not giving a fuck about anyone underneath his tax bracket. He likes to go and enjoy fine wine and network while cutting one the smallest checks at the event. Given the fact that my vessel was currently involved in one of Santiago’s cases, it was pretty easy to be let into his office. Bacon and I walked in together, a half filled vial in my pocket for when the time would come.

That’s when we saw him wearing this stupid outfit. What possible reason would he have to wear this to a gala? Apparently he read the shock on our faces and simply said, “It’s noir themed. Now how can I help you Mr. Smith? Here to beg for mercy in the coming divorce? Having a beat cop with you won’t intimidate me at all.” This seemed to piss Bacon off, so he chimed in right away, “No. We’re here to tell you that you’ll be famous for negotiating one of the worst divorce deals in history after we’re done with you.” He seemed determined, so I handed him the vial and he took it immediately, throwing his soul into the unsuspecting Santiago who groaned, stumbling back for a moment before chuckling.

“Oh my god! I’m 20 years younger, and apparently hung like a horse! But…why do I feel so light?” Bacon asked using his new mouth. “Simple. I gave you half of a vial. You’re not rooted inside of Santiago like I am into this asshole, and you won’t be unless I’m satisfied with how the divorce ends. Keep in mind my body died after I abandoned it, so who knows what will happen if the possession expires?” Bacon looked shocked but I just chuckled and walked up to him, copping a feel of his new tits. “I need my insurance policy. You’re a good guy, after all. Now how about you stop looking like a betrayed puppy and show me how big that new meat is?” Due to the stress of his job and his former age, it had been a while since Kevin got laid. He was in no position to say no.

Soon enough we were making out fiercely, me ripping his button shirt open and grabbing at his tits while he pulled my pants and underwear off in one swift move using his new body’s strength. “Put it in, I’m ready…” I whispered against his lips. He seemed shocked by that given Santiago’s size, but it made sense when he reached for my hole and realized I had a vibrator inside of me all day long. He pulled it out, earning a moan from me as he shoved himself fully inside, causing me to arch my back and moan even louder.

Santiago was a regular Casanova. His assistant was paid more than enough to turn a blind eye to the secret after hour meetings that went on in his office. The sound of skin slapping filled the room as Bacon hammered me like his life depended on it. Even with my prep Santiago’s meat was huge and earned more and more moans from me as I gripped the edges of the desk for dear life. “Goddamn he’s a monster! No wonder he’s so fucking audacious!” I moaned as I clenched my hole around his cock, leaning up to start sucking on his tits.

“I haven’t had sex this good since the fucking 80s!” Bacon moaned out as he slammed in and out of me. His attention was directed to a mirror in the office and he watched himself as he controlled Santiago’s body, forcing it to have sex with the enemy who he was about to sabotage the whole case for. He couldn’t hold it anymore and he slammed one final time, moaning loudly as he busted deep inside of me and triggered a chain reaction, making me shoot a high arch that splattered his tits. I was only human, there was only so much prostate abuse I could take.

We stayed still for a moment, both panting and covered in sweat, a stupid grin on our faces. “Mm…here’s to getting our perfect life, Bacon.” I said before smacking his ass. “Now, go and begin sabotaging this case then you can keep his body forever and drop by to have some fun with me and my son.” I winked and slid out from underneath him.

Soon after that life went exactly as it should have always been for me. Kevin honored his end of the deal and made sure to destroy my wife’s case against me by creating a fake affair, allowing me to get away with 60% of her assets. I then let him drink the rest of the vial and permanently become Santiago.

From there on, life was a breeze. My other sons cut contact with me, the one that stayed was a whore who loved pleasing me, and I had a massively hung lawyer who lived to please me and get me out of any legal trouble I found myself in.

My days of being a thief were behind me, for good now.

(I had some pretty severe writer’s block but I figured you guys deserved a finish story. Hope you liked the thief to house husband series!)

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From Thief to House Husband Part 2

In just 3 days I had grown attached to my new life. I had literally billions of dollars to spend, a mansion to explore, luxury cars to drive, and a wife who seemed to be gone quite often. Two of “my” sons were constantly out and about making friends and hanging out with them.

There was only one problem; Adam.

The eldest son of the Smith fortune. It appeared that he peaked in high school, and didn’t attend college. He spent his mornings in his gym and the rest of the day lazing about at home and inviting his so-called friends over. Rick may not have been able to see it, but as someone who used to rely on flirting with men who looked like they had more than $50 in their pockets, I knew a gold digger when I saw one.

Adam’s constant presence in the house meant I couldn’t have special company over, and I had to rely on the memory of sex with Ajax, a name I had learned a whole day after I let him fuck me. I kept wondering how I was supposed to work around this issue, then I remembered my special case of possession vials, and a good friend of mine who would enjoy the life of luxury.

So I got some cash and went to the local county jail, putting on my best remorseful face. I told the police that I was so regretful that my actions sent a shoplifter into cardiac arrest, causing his death. (I had learned soon after the hookup that my body passed away without anyone to inhabit it). I explained that the arresting officer had mentioned the hoodlum had a friend he often committed these crimes together with and wanted to help him find a better path in life, so I paid my friend Roy’s bail.

I waited outside of the entrance, sitting on the hood of my new Mercedes with a smirk on my face as Roy walked out, looking more puzzled than ever. “Look bro, I don’t need pity. Especially not from the guy who killed Mateo.” He stepped towards me angrily and I couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “Since when did the wealthy ever give a damn about us, Roy? Maybe those possession vials were worth something after all.” I winked and then walked around the car, getting into the driver’s side. I enjoyed the dumbfounded look on his face and smugly asked, “You getting in or did you want to hang around in that cell a bit more?” He scuffled into the car and we got going.

Before he could ask his barrage of questions I answered, “This basic looking bitch caught me shoplifting at Norm’s. I knew it would be my felony offense, so I panicked and pulled the vial out while concentrating on him. Next thing I knew, I was Rick Smith, multibillionaire and house husband. No more stares when I’m in any store but Dollar Tree, people worship the ground I walk on now! But I need your help.” He just grinned dumbly and nodded. “Anything for you, hermano. The billions are just a nice perk.” We both laughed a bit before I decided it was time to get serious again.

“He’s got three sons, all adults now. His oldest is Adam, about 24. The other two are social butterflies, rarely in the house except to sleep nowadays. Adam though, he treats the house like it’s his palace and invites a bunch of his fake friends over all the time. Total peaked in high school type guy. An easy mark in my old body, but now that he’s my son he’s preventing me from…enjoying this body to its fullest extent.” Roy raised an eyebrow at this. “And how am I supposed to help? Fake date him or something?” I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “Again, rich white kid who peaked in high school. He wouldn’t be caught dead with you, no. Fortunately I’ve still got a few vials, if you catch my drift.” A wide smirk crept across Roy’s face. “Yeah, yeah I do Dad.”

Soon enough, everything was in position. Roy was hiding in the kitchen pantry while Adam’s moocher friends were finally leaving. I pretended to be washing some dishes when Adam approached, throwing the plan off course a bit since I was just going to have Roy stealthily take over once the friends were gone. “Hey Dad, can we talk?” He asked, forcing me to put on Rick’s stupid smile. “Of course kiddo, what’s up?”

“You’ve been acting kind of…off lately?”

Oh boy…

“What do you mean?”

“You worship mom, but you forgot her name the other day. And you’re not as nice to my friends, or..us. You seem distant kind of. Plus, maybe I’m just paranoid, but I feel like your smile has been different lately.”

Fuck. I knew his dumb goody two shoes smile was important, so I practiced Rick’s smile based on his photos a lot. Guess I hasn’t gotten it down perfectly. Wait, why am I worried? Adam won’t exist in a few seconds.

“To be perfectly honest with you, loser, I’m not your Dad. I’m Mateo, the shoplifter who mysteriously died a few days ago.” I smirked, Adam’s eyes widening with fear as he backed away. “W-what? Dad, this is a weird joke.” I just laughed, stepping closer to him. “This isn’t a joke. I tried pretending to give a fuck about you, but your constant couch mooching has gotten on my last nerve. I’m trying to have some guys over to break your dad in, and I can’t do that with a witness! That’s why I bailed my hermano, or should I say, hijo, Roy out of prison today. He’s going to use the same serum I used to steal your dad’s body to steal yours. Then no one will know that you both are gone.”

Adam’s eyes darted all over the place, trying to find Roy. The cabinet creaked open and he saw Roy’s eyes for just a second before he faded to black. Roy had consumed the vial, and by the time Adam saw him it was too late, the possession was complete. He laughed and smiled widely, looking down at his new hands. “Holy shit! This body feels amazing! So fit and tight…” he started to grope Adam’s tits, moaning out in pleasure. “Heh, enjoy it son. I’ve got to get rid of the evidence, feel free to explore your new life in the meantime.”

I picked up Roy’s now vacant body, carrying it to a box we had designated out in the pool house in the backyard. It would stay there until we figured out a disposal method.

I came back in a few minutes later and found Roy standing in the living room, wearing Adam’s old football gear with a wide smirk.

“Hey, Dad.” He said seductively, walking to me now. “I wanted to thank you for all that you’ve done for me.” He said and grinned from ear to ear. I couldn’t help but find myself enamored with his getup. “How…where?” He just chuckled as he unbuttoned my shirt. “When you said he peaked in high school, my mind wandered to one thing. Thankfully, my assumption was right.” He said, kissing my neck and pulling my shirt open, slowly descending down my body, littering it with kisses and earning pleasured moans from me. “Fuck…I couldn’t be happier to have you for a son.” I chuckled, watching as he got down on his knees and pulled my cock out, wasting no time and sliding it into his mouth. “Fuck! Boy’s got a perfect set of lips~” I moaned out happily.

It was hard, but I tore my eyes away from Roy’s new ones to look at my surroundings. We were in the kitchen, which according to Rick’s photo album was likely his favorite spot to spend family time. He was quite the chef and apparently had made the candy the security guard was stuffing his face with the day of the possession. Now, his oldest son was blowing him off right there.

“God…tell me you stretched yourself while I was gone. I don’t want to wait to bust that pretty little straight hole open.” I said, looking back into Roy’s eyes. He just winked and then moaned on my cock, clouding my mind with the pleasure. “God fucking damn you’re such a slut…” I moaned out. Once he felt that I had enough spit he stood up, laying on his back on the kitchen table and pulling his compression pants down to reveal a white jockstrap, and a plug vibrating in his hole! “For one of his gold digger girls. A cheesy present from a straight fuck boy apparently, but we’re making it work for us.” Roy always cased every place we stole from. He could read people and environments very well, no one would know Adam was gone.

“Fuck, I could kiss you.” I growled, grabbing the base of the plug and pulling it out, earning a whimpery moan from him. “How about we do that first part first? Then we can kiss.” His smug expression looked perfect on Adam’s face. I wasted no time, pulling his legs over my shoulder and waist over the edge of the table. I slid into him with ease, leaning down and pressing my lips against his. He reciprocated with joy and I started to thrust the way I knew he loved it; hard and fast.

The sound of our skin slapping filled the kitchen and our tongues ravaged each other inside of his mouth, our moans muffled inside of them. It didn’t take long for sweat to build up, I was giving it my all and he was taking it like a pro, his body’s previous owner had built it for endurance. As we fucked the table wobbled underneath us, not built for the ferocity of our sex. Everything about this was so fucking hot that both of us were throbbing quickly.

I pulled back from the kiss, caressing his eyes and smirking. “We’ll have to work on these bodies’ sexual stamina. I think that’s a good way to spend father and son time together.” I chuckled as he nodded. “Couldn’t agree more. In the meantime, how about you show me the way you and mom made me?” He winked. God, seeing Adam’s face portray Roy’s demeanor drove me crazy. I thrusted one final time, roaring as I shot a load deep inside of him and the table gave out, collapsing underneath us as Roy shot his load high up into the air. As we reached the ground it arched, landing on the top of my head.

Once we had a second to gather our bearings and realize we just broke the dinner table and he had cum on the back of my head in a missionary position we started laughing. “Fuck, no more shoplifting, no more gold digging.” He said, panting as he looked around at the mansion.

“Life is perfect.” I said, smiling widely as I basked in the afterglow of our first father and son bonding session. “It’s all uphill from here.”

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From Thief To House Husband Part 1

Sometimes, life just deals you a shit hand. My parents both died when I was young, and I had been on my own since then.

I survived by being a petty thief. I’ve been caught a few times, but it’s all that I can do. I know the Holidays are times where stores step up their security, but I needed to steal some things to sell just so that I could make this month’s rent. I chose a high end mall where boring rich people shopped, knowing their security would be a bit more relaxed due to the usual clientele. I found a decent department store that sold a ton of knickknacks and chose the gems.

Everything was going well, until Mr. Suburbia found me…

He seemed to be some boring house husband shopping for his kids. He kept cracking jokes to the staff that seemingly knew him well and caught me stuffing my bag. He pointed it out to a security guard who quickly stopped stuffing his face with homemade candy and started to approach me. This would be my last strike, and they’d charge me for a felony!

I quickly dug through my bag and found a familiar black case. Inside of it were five vials filled with a dark blue liquid. One day, a guy traded me these for some stolen goods. Said that he was working for some shady company as a lowly janitor. Allegedly these would allow you to push your consciousness out of your body and into someone else’s, taking control of them. I tried pawning them off immediately and failed, so I kept them around for emergencies. In a panic I took a vial and tossed the case aside so they couldn’t take it with me. I locked eyes with the stupid dad who ratted me out, deciding that becoming my body would be a fitting punishment for making me abandon this one. I popped the lid open and drank it in a hurry before I collapsed…

…then woke up seconds later, watching security swarm around my old, now empty body. I looked down and saw the tacky penguin button-up and knew that it worked. They knew this guy well though, which meant that I had to get out of here before they noticed I wasn’t acting like him. I scurried over to where the case dropped, sliding it in my pocket and quickly rushing out the store, leaving his cart behind.

When I was in the parking lot I pulled out his wallet, finding a picture of him alongside his wife and college aged kids. “Rick Smith…what a boring name for a boring man. But it’s mine now I guess.” I sighed and pulled his phone out, using Face ID to unlock it. I checked his planner and sure enough, it was filled out with his agenda for the day. In fact, it has the entire family’s!

His wife was out of the country for business, and his sons away with friends for the day. He was getting his shopping done apparently, but I didn’t really care since I didn’t feel the love for these people he did. After finding a pic of his car I searched for it and got in, driving to the address on his phone.

I gasped in shock at the mansion I drove up to. Just yesterday I was trying to get my landlord to fix the lock on my shitty door, and now I had a house that looked like it could be worth billions!

I parked the car and rushed inside, heading to his bathroom first and stripping down to take a look at my new body. “Kind of basic, but there’s a certain fatherly charm you’ve got going…” I said and grinned as I looked at myself.

I was about to get to know my new body when the doorbell rang. I sighed and rolled my eyes, not bothering to get the rest of his clothes on and walking down to the door to open it.

I was greeted by a good-looking young man around the age of my body’s youngest son.

“Hey Mr. Smith, I’m glad you remembered-“ he cut himself off as he saw me standing in my underwear. “Remembered what?” I smirked a bit, looking him up and down. “T-that we were going to discuss Blake’s Christmas gift…are you sure you remembered? You told me you’d put a bunch of fake things in the family planner so he wouldn’t know I was coming…” Well, what a lucky coincidence.

“Of course I remembered, come on in, stud.” I winked at him, earning a quick blush. I sauntered towards the living room, making sure he got a good look at my body’s likely virgin ass. He followed slowly, trying to collect himself. “So as I was saying earl-“ I cut him off, “You know what I think, cutie? I think my son just wants to see his Dad happy. He’s that good of a son to me. And do you know what would make me happy?” I asked, spreading my legs open. He gawked, tugging at his collar. “N-no, sir…I’m not sure…” he said bashfully. “A good pounding.” I said simply, but confidently.

“I-I’m sorry?”

“A good, honest-to-god pounding. Like I used to get in college back before I got tied up to the missus.”

“O-oh…”

“So come here, and give my son his gift by making his Dad happy.”

The boy slowly came over, placing a hesitant hand on my thigh. I just chuckled and pulled him in, kissing him passionately and hungrily. Within seconds he dropped the shy act, stripping all of his clothes off and pulling my underwear off. He got on his knees, placing my legs on his shoulder and dragging my hips towards the edge of the couch. “I’ve wanted this for so long sir! I just thought you would never want this, you seem so happy with Misses Smith!” I grinned from ear to ear, petting his hair. “Well, I put on a good act. Speaking of good, you better get to it. If you can eat my ass well enough I’ll let you skip the prep and start pounding right away!”

That was all he needed to hear. He leaned in and slid his tongue into my hole, starting to swirl and move it ravenously. He ate me like he was starving and needed this to survive. My new voice’s moans filled the room as I titled my head back, enjoying the sensations of my sorely neglected hole feeling a pleasurable touch for the first time. My cock stood rock hard at 11 inches, surprising me. “Good for you, old man…” I muttered under my breath, the boy too enveloped in fulfilling his fantasy to notice.

Soon I had gotten all I needed, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up, making him lay over me. “Now give it to me, boy. No holding back!” He smiled from ear to ear, a dopey look in his eyes. “Yes sir! With pleasure!” I saw his cock fully hard now, standing at a girthy 10 inches. What was in the water here? He shoved himself in eagerly, earning a loud moan from me as he leaned down, starting to kiss over my neck and slide his hands all over my body.

As I enjoyed the pounding all I could think about was the fact that this son of a bitch would absolutely hate this if he could see what was happening. His body getting fucked by one of his son’s good friends, defiling his marriage right in the living room! And most of all, some dirty poor thief holding his life in his hands!

“Harder!” I commanded, enjoying the pounding immensely. The boy was already sweating and panting, practically a dog in heat as he pounded into me, defiling his friendship with my new son. Both of us were sinners, and both of us were getting lost in pleasure. Soon enough he found my prostate and earned a piercing cry of pleasure for me. Like a dog with a bone he continued to pound into it, determined to impress me with his performance.

We lasted for a half hour this way until I finally came without ever touching my new cock, all over my chest and even getting a few splashes on my face. He didn’t last much longer after that and tried to pull out, but I quickly moved my legs to his waist and forced him to stay inside, moaning in another wave of ecstasy as I felt him shoot a load into me. Once he was done cumming I released him and pushed him out of me, chuckling and panting. “Mm…good job boy, you’ve made his dad very happy. Now…don’t tell a soul about this, and get the fuck out of my house. Send me an Amazon link to whatever he wants and I’ll get it, money is not an object.” I smirked as I laid there, inside of Rick Smith, a loving house husband now painted in and dripping cum from a man half his age in the house he raised his children in.

The boy was shocked by the new side of his best friend’s father, but obliged and quickly got dressed, fumbling his way to the door. “W-will do sir! Thank you, I hope we can do that again!“ he said before rushing off, leaving me to lay in ecstasy.

“Ohhh…thank you for reporting me, Rick. I never knew using those vials could bring so much pleasure. I wonder what I’ll get into next with your body. Or should I say who…”

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Let me possess you irl

You read that correctly. If any of my fans or readers like showing themselves off, I will write a story about YOU being possessed, and in exchange you record yourself acting it out!

I have discord, Snapchat, and Kik for this. Know that I don’t show myself though.

If you’re interested hit me up!

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I didn’t get all this artsy fartsy stuff. I just knew that nowadays all the cute young guys went to cafes because they felt safer being gay there. So, I went to one and looked around at the place. Thankfully a lot of the guys coming here had a Daddy issue or two, and despite being 40 I got them going. I was chatting one of them up when a performance started. Some 30 something year old who probably barely had a place came onstage and started to sing a song about the gay experience. It was like he was a huge cock block! All the guys turned to watch him the second he figured out he was gay, and I swore I noticed some briefs and jockstraps falling out of some twinks’ pants. I hated being upstaged like this.

I stood, walking into the bathroom and pulling out one of the Transfer Necklaces I bought while on a trip to a foreign country. Apparently, if you imbued them with your essence and someone wore them, you’d be able to transfer yourself into their body. I wanted this guy to be ruined and humiliated. I pulled my cock out, jerking right into the vial and cumming into it. The stained glass that made the vial obscured the fact that it was holding cum. I washed it off and then approached him as he was waiting for tips.

“Your song moved me so much. I went through so many struggles to be where I am now as a gay man. I know it’s not much, but please accept this necklace.” He beamed at me, talking about how he was so touched and he’d put it on the second he got home. Went on about how sentiment is better than any material object. It took everything I had not to punch him square in the face.

With that I went home, waiting for the necklace to activate. About 2 hours later the time came, I felt my spirit being pulled from my body, but something felt off. Rather than waking up in a new body I was in some cheesy zen garden looking area where I saw him, looking annoyed. “What? You thought some boomer could take a spiritual necklace and use it on a guru?” He asked, making me seethe with anger. “I’m strong spiritually, you can’t just take over my body without a fi-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence as I walked up behind him, both of our souls naked. “Seems like you need some more of my essence you weird hippie!” I quickly pinned him down, thrusting myself into him. “Fuck! You’re tight! I was going to pound some ass with your body, but now I think I should take advantage of this tight hole of yours!” He struggled and squirmed underneath me until finally I shot a…spirit load? Into his hole. He gasped, eyes rolling back as his soul was overwhelmed by my essence.

Suddenly I found myself in the real world, looking down and seeing the necklace around my neck. I just laughed. “Punk little bitch thought he was stronger than me…” the necklace flashed yellow, the hippie’s essence now imbued in my cum while I piloted his body.

“Now then…let’s get started.” I stripped naked, flinging the necklace aside since it wasn’t necessary anymore. I grabbed his yoga mat and posed myself, making a stupid face and taking a picture.

I uploaded it to his Instagram with the caption “I’ve recently learned of the spiritual power of cum. Any kind souls out there want to help me align my chakras while they dis-align my back? ☺️” and grinned, waiting for the replies to roll in. “You’re going to be a joke to your spiritual friends soon enough!”

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Open for role play

If you’d like to role play hit me up. In the mood to possess someone.

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I felt like I had found my calling becoming a teacher. Being able to mold the next generation of students into open-minded people who value each other was an amazing experience. To my knowledge, all of the people in my class respected me despite me being barely 5 years older than them. 18 year olds were smarter than they were given credit for.

…at least I thought so, until I found one of my students at the library. Our library found it to be important to remember ugly parts of history. Less than savory books were available to the public, but they all came with warnings that the opinions of those who wrote them were cruel and unjust. I saw Colin reading a book entitled, “The Homosexual: God’s Greatest Mistake” and quietly gasped. I wondered if he was just educating himself on prejudice until I looked down at his table. He had books written by modern day conservatives, and even more books condemning the LGBT community. I was absolutely furious, and even though it was wrong I wanted to punish him for that smiley, open-minded act he put on while secretly wishing people like me were dead.

I went back to the front counter, showing the librarian there my Secret Knowledge Society card. Some of us were deemed brilliant and capable of helping humanity’s progression when entering a field such as education or librarian studies. We were given access to secret rooms in libraries across the world containing magic and secret memoirs.

There I found another teacher from my school, Austin Smith. It turns out he was also jilted by a homophobic student who harassed him and members of the GSA club. We collaborated on a plan and found a possession spell, one that would permanently influence the mind of the victim to act as the possessors did in their body. He safely removed my soul from my body, sending it into Colin.

I wasted no time in his body, going back to the secret room where Smith was waiting. I unfortunately wasn’t as magically gifted as him, so I’d need a physical form of his essence. He came into a special vial for me, his body going slack.

Now we enacted our plan. He had emailed his student, Matthew to head to his classroom for a weekend lesson or face expulsion for his outburst. I quickly left the library and went to the campus where I found Matthew waiting outside of Smith’s door. “Oh hey Collin, what’s that in your hand?” He asked before I rushed him, pinning him to the wall and forcing Smith’s cum down his throat. His eyes rolled back and he smirked. “Mm, been a while since I’ve been 18. Not gonna lie, a cute guy like you pinning me is getting these hormones rushing…”

He quickly grabbed his spare key to his room, opening it and pressing a kiss to my lips. We stumbled in, stripping each other naked before he pinned me to the desk and ate my ass like there was no tomorrow. “Nothing is more important than getting another guy off.” He said out loud, mostly to Matthew. “You should do whatever it takes to please men.” I just grinned, rolling my eyes but letting him keep talking.

After some more tongue action he stood up, saying, “Condoms are for losers. Real men go bare.” Before shoving himself right in, earning a happy moan from me. We went at it until the sun was down, our youthful bodies finally spent.

“You know…we do have a three day weekend. I think these boys need an extra long lesson.” He hastily agreed and kissed me again, somehow getting a second wind.

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I had been a loyal Bears fan since I was a kid. I had never missed a single game, and the stadium even reserved a spot just for me. But under new ownership, things changed. Suddenly caring about other human beings was out, and profit was in. They told me I would no longer have a reserved seat once the season was over, and on top of that banned me from the stadium. They felt that me showing up in a different seat would outrage their loyal, PAYING customers and would be a pain for them to have to deal with.

I sat in my seat at the final game of the season, looking downright uncomfortable and upset. It was The Bears vs The Otters, and I didn’t even know who I wanted to cheer for. The Bears never lost a home game in their life, it would be so humiliating and upsetting for them to lose. Even then I felt like one of them, or wanted to be one…

A man in a trench coat sat down behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Joseph Hendrix? I’m Christian Walker, one of the owners of The Otters. I’ve heard about what The Bears are doing to you. It’s downright disrespectful and cruel. You may as well be one of them, but they’re going to throw you out like you’re nothing.” I felt a bit of anger surging in me, and he noticed. “With my help, you CAN become one of them. See that Batter out there, Sam Howser?” He asked. I just nodded. “Little shit is full of himself. Never once greeted me like the rest of his team, in fact he doesn’t even know my name!” Walker nodded at that. “He’s vain and arrogant, but also mentally very weak.” I raised an eyebrow at that. “What if I told you that you could become him? Take his body and life and be one of The Bears for real?”

I contemplated this, but just chuckled dryly. “I’d say you sound insane, but seeing as I’m just an old loser who’s going to lose everything he knows now, I certainly wouldn’t say no.” Walker didn’t skip a beat. “Fantastic! How about you come with me then?”

He escorted me to one of the back rooms in a stadium where there was a seat with some tubes attached. The tubes connected to one of the arm rests, which had a set of tubes attached to a baseball. “It’s easy enough. We put your essence inside this baseball, our pitcher ‘accidentally’ throws it at Sam, the impact will throw your essence out of the ball and into the nearest vessel. You’ll become Sam. Then you strike out and come here, we’ll displace the real Sam so you can have uncontested control over his body. Just throw this one game in his body and you’re free to live the rest of his life as you please.”

“Humiliate his entire team and get everyone as angry at him as I am, using his own body? Sounds like Karma to me!” Soon I was strapped in and watching a red, sparkling light steam out of me and into the baseball. Soon everything felt fuzzy, I couldn’t move a finger and my eyes draped before everything went black.

A loud whistle blew, snapping me back to reality. I groaned slightly, looking down and seeing a baseball hit the mound. I was holding a bat and looked up, the pitcher smiling at me before declaring it was an accident. I quickly said I was okay and we could move on. I did as I was told, striking out quickly. I said I had to rush to the bathroom, abandoning my confused and angry team and finding my way back to the room I transferred to the ball in. My body was already cleared out.

“So Mr. Hendrix, any preference on what we do to the real Sam?” He asked as I was strapped in again. I bit my lip, contemplating this. “You folks seem really talented with technology. Any chance you could make him an app or something like that? I want to be able to taunt the little shit, maybe go through his memories if I need to.” Walker just grinned a bit. “I like the way you think, Mr. Hendrix.” I was strapped in again, watching a green light flowing into the arm rest, and then into a PC.

“Enjoy the rest of the game from the front of the lines, Mr. Walker. A Sam Howser App should be on your phone by the time you’re in the locker room.” I grinned eagerly, hopping out of my seat. “Don’t you go anywhere Mr. Walker. Where I’m from we have to thank a man who’s done a lot for us.” I winked at him, causing him to grin. My new body was full of charm.

I rushed to the game where I played horribly, causing The Bears’ first ever home game loss. In the locker room everyone avoided me, which was exactly what I wanted. My phone buzzed with a few messages.

“What the hell did you do to me?!”

“Why am I some fucking app now?!”

“Answer me old man!”

I just sat in front of one of the mirrors, assuming a powerful position and texting the digitized Sam my first photo in his body. “It’s okay to call me Old Man. My old name doesn’t matter anymore. Now it’s Sam Howser.” I muted the twerp before getting up, walking out shirtless to the back room again.

It wouldn’t be long until I was on the very seat Sam lost his body in, legs up in the air as Walker went to town on my tight, sensitive hole. I moaned out in pleasure as one of his employees stroked himself, recording the video so I could send it to Sam once we were done. “Fuuuuck~ Mr. Howser, I like this new you. Maybe I’ll recruit you to The Otters so we can have a lot of post game debriefs!” He panted out in pleasure before shooting the first of many loads in my new hole.

From then on I ruled Sam’s life as I saw fit. Once people finally figured out that I disappeared I got a tattoo that read “R.I.P Joseph Hendrix” with a baseball bat striking a ball right next to it. I got it right at the start of my right cheek, so any time I admired my new ass I’d get to laugh knowing that not only was Sam possessed by a man he refuses to respect, he was also branded by him.

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I’m back!

Hey everyone, I know that I took a very abrupt, and very long hiatus but I’ll be having some captions here soon. I’ll do my best to give you guys some good content to make up for lost time

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When humanity first started the world was practically a void. We Gods occupied it first, all comprising of a basic element that made an inhabitable world. While we enjoyed living amongst ourselves, sharing our elemental creations with one another life soon became stale. So, we all collaborated and created humans; the perfect being. Humans lived in tune with us, inhabiting small stretches of land produced by Terra, the God of Earth. They played in the waters created by me, and drank from it to survive.

As humanity developed emotions and fell in love we realized that the land we could create for them would not be enough to sustain the growing population. Us Gods came together and agreed that our time inhabiting earth like its citizens was over. We would sacrifice our bodies, using the mana released to create a beautiful, large inhabitable planet for humans to care for.

Now, in the modern day humans were destroying the Earth. They credited their existence to gods who never existed, and the sacrifice of me and my close friends was forgotten. As well as the promise to look after what we had created for them. While we no longer had bodies, many of us stayed on as mana imbued in our respective part of the Earth, watching the pains that humans were causing us.

Terra and I finally had enough one day. We along with other gods decided that we would return as citizens of the Earth, using the bodies of our descendants whose ancestors were blessed with our bloodlines during the creation of humanity. We’d use these bodies to become voices for the Earth and its elements, to restore things to the way they were meant to be.

We returned to the site of creation, today known as Australia. Here, the first humans and animals were created. The effects of the creation lingered today, giving way to its…colorful reputation. We had Animus, God of Animals to thank for that. Since we had no physical forms we would move through our respective elements, taking control of our descendants through their connection to our element.

Adrian, my descendant had loved water since he was born. He could hold his breath for a full minute, and swam the second he was put into water. He was incapable of growing body hair since it would compromise his ability to swim faster. He was wearing nothing but a white tank top and was about to wash his face right after waking up when I struck, moving through the water in the pipes. The contact to his skin was all I needed. Blood like ours did not fade, he had as much of me in him as my first creation, even if its benefits were latent. As such there was no need for a battle, his control over his body went quickly.

I let out a sigh of pleasure, finally having a physical body once more. “Oh, I have a craving…” I walked to his shower, immediately turning it on and stepping underneath it. I moaned out in pleasure almost instantly. As vain as it was to say, I missed being able to feel my element. No physical form meant no feeling, and I had longed to feel the flow of water on my skin ever since I sacrificed my form for humanity.

Nearby, at a local lake a man named Terrence was enjoying the feeling of mud on his skin. A descendant of Terra he had thick skin, he never scraped or cut himself in his entire life. He had stamina like no other, and his strength was unparalleled. Terra navigated through the dirt until he found Terrence, who was already enveloped in mud. The takeover was swift for him as well and he closed his eyes, feeling me because of his proximity to water. I felt him in my mind and knew where he was.

I grinned as I closed my eyes, feeling the power that my body once held. I felt the water Terra was in, felt the warmth of the sun over it, and even his impressive new body…in moments I was there, rising from the water with a massive grin. “Oh, words cannot express how much I have missed doing that.”

We may be Gods that created the very material of the Earth, but we were still people. We had urges, and upon seeing our new physical forms, both Terra and I felt those urges bubbling to the surface. I waved a hand, and instantly the lake was covered in a thick fog, granting us a moment of privacy. Our lips clashed with urgency, and I moaned at the taste of a fleck of mud on his lips. I missed tasting, and the mud was savory to me because it was the perfect mixture of water and earth, just as we were. I pinned him against the shore of the smaller body of water he was in, grinding our cocks against each other and moaning in unison with him. Despite being but a pond, the water behind us started to move, creating small waves. The dirt mixed with sand beneath us started to shift, a seismic wave pushing it back with each thrust of my cock.

“My body can take it Agua!” He cried out in pleasure, looking resolutely into my eyes. “Fuck me, you know I’ve wanted this for centuries…” who was I to say no? Despite his body’s strength, I swirled my finger and water moved, wrapping itself around my cock to wet it. A small barrier of water remained on it as I pushed into Terra’s new, tight hole, earning a loud moan that pierced the fog. The water barrier weakened as my cock got in deeper, wetting his hole for me to ensure easy access.

This was our fate, my waves eroding his shores, pushing into the earth to create cracks, getting deep inside…he and I were intertwined this way. I used the water in the mud covering his cock, softening it and forcing it to move up and down, cooling it to increase its density. He moaned underneath me, toes curling as he squirmed, the earth around us displacing itself with every thrust. It had been far too long for either of us, and we were both already throbbing wildly. “Fuck…fuck here it comes!” I roared out, blasting a massive, thick and hot load into him. He roared as he came, the rocks near the shore cracking and splitting in two. His orgasm began, but I wasted no time, manipulating the water within his cum. He groaned and shuddered, back arching as I guided it out of his cock, floating it in the air between us. I pulled out, and along with my cock came the load I buried deep inside of him. The two combined in the air and before I could even say anything he whimpered out, “Please!” I indulged him, allowing the combined load to flow into his mouth. He swallowed it, panting happily as I laid beside him on the seashore. “I always said, if there’s one thing we got right with the humans it was their reproductive organs…” He smirked, rolling his eyes. “I thought it would be the complex brains we gave them, but these cocks certainly are nice.” I smirked, closing my eyes. “Now we wait for the others…”