I’m Alex, who’s been lusting after my stud dad, Thomas Leblanc, for as long as I can remember. He’s this ripped middle-aged professor—broad shoulders, thick chest hair matted with sweat after his runs, and that bulge in his pants hints at a massive cock that could wreck anyone. Dad adores me, spoils me rotten with everything he’s got, but the dumb fuck wastes his prime on endless work—grading papers, lecturing to idiots, burying himself in research. Nah, that life’s too good for him. I deserve it all. I’m gonna steal his body, his identity, everything. Become the one true Thomas Leblanc. Jerk that daddy dick till it spurts, piss through it, shit with his ass, and one day die in this skin. God, the thrill of stroking the very cock that blasted the cum to create me? Pure fucking ecstasy.
It kicked off one steamy night in our apartment, post-divorce setup where it was just us guys. Dad would drag his ass home exhausted, still whip up dinner, pat my back with those strong hands, and rumble, “I love you, son.” But my love? It was filthy. Obsessive. Every glimpse of him post-shower—water trailing down his muscled torso, towel barely hiding that heavy package—had me rock hard, fantasizing about dropping to my knees, sniffing his musky pits, tonguing his big toes.
I’d stumbled on this ancient ritual online, a forbidden chant for soul possession. Heart pounding, I waited till Dad passed out snoring. I lit some candles, whispered the incantation: “Soul bind, essence claim—I seize your form, you vanish in flame.” A rush hit me like a freight train—my spirit ripped free, slamming into his body. Blinking awake in his bed, I stared at the mirror. Holy shit, it worked. Dad’s rugged face grinned back—stubbled jaw, piercing eyes, lips begging to be kissed. I flexed, feeling the power in his arms, the solid pecs under my fingers, that coarse chest hair tickling my palms. My old shell lay limp beside me, empty and useless. Good fucking riddance. Dad’s soul? Gone, dissolved into nothing. This hunk of a body is mine now, forever.
No time to waste—I yanked off the clothes, admiring the full package in the mirror. Massive hands, veiny forearms, tree-trunk thighs that could crush skulls. And down there? That fat, uncut cock dangling heavy between my legs, balls like pendulums, begging for attention. My new voice—deep, gravelly—growled, “Dad, this monster dick’s all mine.” Gripping it tight, I started pumping, feeling it thicken in my palm, the foreskin sliding back to reveal a swollen purple head. This is the rod that fucked my mom raw, shot the load that sparked my life. Now I’m owning it, stroking it furious. “Fuck, Daddy, you bred me with this beast—now I’m milking it dry for you.” Balls slapping, sweat pouring, muscles bulging as I edged closer. The mirror reflected Thomas Leblanc in full glory—panting, feral, lost in self-lust.
When the orgasm hit, thick ropes of cum blasted across the glass. I dropped down, lapping it up greedily—hot, salty, with that unique daddy tang. “Shit, your seed tastes like heaven. Gonna swallow every drop from now on.” Still buzzing, I turned, spread those firm cheeks, and probed my virgin hole with a thick finger. Tight, warm, untouched—till now. I finger-fucked myself raw, getting hard again in seconds, then jerked a fresh load straight into my mouth, savoring the flavor like fine wine.
In the bathroom, I stood wide-legged over the toilet, unleashing a powerful piss stream from that fat cock—splashing wild, marking my territory. “Dad, your piss flows through me now. I am you, FULLY.” Then I squatted on the throne, feeling his ass clench and release, pushing out what needed to go. Perverse? Hell yeah, but it sealed the deal—this body’s every function is mine to command, to enjoy.
Days blurred into pure hedonism as Thomas Leblanc. Screw the job—I ditched the lectures, the deadlines. Why waste this prime specimen on academia? I lounged naked around the place, flexing in mirrors, inhaling the ripe scent from my pits and feet. Those huge, sweaty socks? I’d stuff ‘em in my mouth while pounding my meat, the stink driving me wild. Nights out, I used Dad’s chiseled face to lure in busty babes, slamming into wet, tight pussies till they begged for mercy, my new cock stretching them to the limit. But the real rush? Solo sessions in bed, hand wrapped around the dick that made me, whispering “I love you, son” in his voice while I exploded in bliss.
Dad, you worthless prick, you never knew how to live. But I do. I’m the ONE AND ONLY Thomas Leblanc—jerking, fucking, owning this life till the end.
"What do you think of these two?" I ask my husband, Ryan, as we peer around the corner and see what looks to be a father and son getting ready to go on a hike.
"Heh, you sure have been kinky. Only if I get the son. I wanna suck off that huge dick." Ryan says as he points to the dad's bulge in the compression shorts.
"Aww, I was thinking the same thing... Fine. We just need to get out of these bodies. I seriously hate being a woman. Definitely not for me." I sigh as I now start to eye the older man drinking some water.
"I kind of liked you as my wife. Give yourself some credit Louis. We spent two days in these bodies. That's more than we normally last." Ryan says as he looks at me one more time.
"Just get ready to jump. We gotta make eye contact at the same time." I ready my sights on my target when I look over at Ryan and see he already jumped. His previous body collapses to the ground.
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Suddenly the younger man sits upright in the back of the pickup and runs his hands down his body. A smirk appears on his face.
"Hey Daddy, looking good." He remarks as he eyes his new father up and down.
"Son? What did you say?" The older man questions.
"Fuck, I can't wait to suck you off in just a little bit. Even better if we can get a little sweaty and musky first."
"What the fuck-?" Suddenly the older man is interrupted as he is possessed by Louis. His face twitches before he takes a deep inhalation.
"Fuck Ryan, I told you to wait."
"Couldn't help myself. Damn we look good now. This kid feels nice."
"Yeah, I feel good too. Damn, this is so much better than being a chick." Louis says as he flexes his biceps and admires his masculine body.
"Oh yeah. We're gonna have fun as a brand new father and son." Ryan flirts as he hops off the pickup and saunters towards Louis. "Let's start the fun now."
"Sure thing son, let's just keep this trip between us. No need for your mother to find out."
Ryan lustily pulls down his dad's shorts and gets on his knees. He licks his lips before letting Louis's new cock flop out.
"I love you Dad."
"I love you too son. Now, why don't you please Daddy, just like you promised."
This hasn't always been my body and my life. To this day I can't help but be a little silly on camera knowing that I'm the one dressing this perfect, mature body in this neon tank while enjoying a boat day with a plethora of new friends. You see, I used to be in my late 20's living a comfortable yet lonely life. I wasn't in despair or anything, but I had already settled into a mundane routine and lost some motivation to keep fit and trim. This was just my new normal, but everything changed when Gerald Turner moved onto my street. I was instantly enamored by him and the ease of his life. Now don't get me wrong, he had worked hard for decades to set himself up for an early retirement, but now his schedule was clear and he lived a life fully on his own terms.
Admittedly, I overcame my shyness because of the intensity of my crush and made chit chat welcoming him to the neighborhood when I saw the moving truck bringing his lifetime of belongings to the nicest house on our street. He was confident, kind, and effortlessly magnetic...qualities I wish I had...but because of his good nature, he did all the heavy lifting in our small talk and made the first neighborly move of inviting me over for a housewarming when he was better settled in. As the months went on, we became friendlier. It wasn't uncommon for us to chat over some beers and BBQ, and I even forced myself to watch some sports with him.
I learned that despite his ability to make rapid connections with people, he was still incredibly lonely in his own way. He had met his wife while they were both in undergrad, and then they both had separate and successful careers. Gerald went on to law school and practiced for about 20 years, starting several successful side businesses that were essentially passive income at this point. He then left his law firm to teach law for almost a decade purely to keep himself intellectually stimulated and to pay it forward to the newest generation of legal minds. Along the way he had had several children with his wife, and in recent years even became a beloved grandfather. But everything changed when his wife had an affair with her yoga instructor. Gerald rightfully filed for a divorce, but his ex wife poisoned their family with lies and manipulations. All of Gerald's children sided with his ex wife and went fully no contact with him. Gerald, this dynamic, sexy, and put-together man literally burst into tears one night telling me how much it hurt him everyday that he would probably never be able to see his children or grandchildren ever again.
I was sympathetic to the best of my ability and tried to reassure him that I appreciated his friendship and that I was here for him when he pulled himself together and started to apologize to me...but I must regretfully admit that this fully-deserved breakdown tainted my view of Gerald. Here was a man who had accumulated wealth beyond what I would ever be able to...who had a natural charisma and magnetism...and undeniable sex appeal...
It might have been the beers clouding my judgement, but a seed was planted in the back of my thoughts: He doesn't know how good he has it. I would do a much better job living the rest of his life.
From then on, it became insufferable to hang out with him. And I fully admit I was the one in the wrong, but forever more I just couldn't look at him without fully believing he was letting his family schism trap him in an optional hell. He doesn't have to feel that way.
If I were him, I certainly wouldn't be held back by some crazy ex-wife and ungrateful children.
I don't want to wear you down with exposition, so let's just say I had a medical tragedy. Gerald was actually the only one who came to visit me in the hospital according to the visitation logs. This softened my tainted view of him and made me regret how I had been fantasizing about replacing him...until my first night back in my house...
See, the docs told me that I had actually profoundly died and they basically performed resuscitative efforts purely out of formality, but somehow my heart jumped back online and then a surgical team was able to get me in fully stable condition. I was still slightly grieving that my new life would entail severe physical mobility limitations. It made me regret wasting my 20s and not being more active when I actually had youth and opportunity on my side. But youth wasn't even the issue because I watched Gerald arrive home from one of his shirtless evening jogs looking amazingly virile over the age of 50...I was envious again and just wanted to call it an evening. But as I closed my eyes, instead of drifting into a state of unconsciousness that I wouldn't remember, I felt my body losing its tangibility...shedding all of my concrete tethers to the world of the living...
I opened my eyes and screamed as my body seemed to have transformed into some sort of spiritual energy form. My visage floated clumsily and helplessly around my bedroom like a rookie astronaut in a space movie until I found that through sheer willpower I could mentally control the direction in which I hovered. I was still in a state of pure panic as I tried to grab my bed to anchor myself and my hands just traveled through all of the solid matter. This was impossible! I couldn't even grab the phone to make a call and my screams failed to activate Alexa, but in my existential terror I convinced myself that maybe I would still be able to communicate with another living person. Even though that theory made no sense, I'm oh so glad that I rushed over to Gerald's house, floating through his walls screaming my spiritual head off until I arrived at his bedroom and went dead quiet.
Despite being significantly older than me, Gerald was literal perfection in my eyes. It was enough to stop me in my tracks until I reminded myself of my existential nightmare and began screaming at him to wake up. Nothing... I tried to pick up a pillow to throw at him and my hands just phased right through it. I tried to use my willpower to influence the electronics in the room to glitch out like on the ghost shows I used to love and nothing happened...Finally, in an act of frustration I pounded on his chest and to my shock his eyes shot open and he instantly woke with a gasp. I wasn't sure if he could see me, so I tried to quickly pull my hands out of his sculpted chest, but to my shock and horror I couldn't remove my hands. It was the opposite, like quicksand or one of those finger trap toys. My effort to pull out my hands actually caused a rebound effect that pulled in more of my energy until I was inside him to the elbow.
Gerald grabbed his chest and obviously thought he was having a heart attack. In his panic he began reaching for his phone to call 911, but I panicked and didn't want him to get so scared over a false alarm so I pulled with all my might until my astral form could not pull for even a second longer, but this, predictably, sent me towards him like a slingshot and I was now inside him up to the shoulders. The force of this actually hurled Gerald back onto his bed away from the nightstand and he just groaned in confusion and fear as he reached towards the nightstand, now too far on his bed to grip anything but soft white sheets.
My mind was in a panic state at this point, so I figured maybe fighting was the issue and I just have to sink into him in order to be able to get out. I really had no suspicion or thought that this would have any consequence other than occupying the same physical space as him, so I stopped fighting and instead positioned my astral form on top of Gerald and allowed myself to start fully melting into him. Gerald seized and winced as this started to happen, but then I'm not sure what transpired. All I know is I could hear him grunting No No No NO and then I couldn't see a thing. I just felt warmer the deeper I got inside him and then I felt myself whip around 180 degrees and fully disappear inside of his form. For a second I just felt darkness and emptiness. I could hear and feel the sound of Gerald's deep labored breathing and then in an instant I felt like I had been destroyed and dispersed in a massive surge of energy before reforming. Little did I know, my astral form had gone from merely occupying the same space as Gerald to fully bonding with every cell of his body.
I suddenly had normal vision, albeit a bit blurrier than my old sight and I gasped with a deeper and huskier voice. I also felt my weight pressing down on a pillow, but this was all different. For a second I thought this whole experience must have been a dream or a hallucination, but this was not my bedroom...this was Gerald's...and that means that this body must be...
Holy Shit, I'm Gerald!
I let off a healthy stream of panicked expletives given these absurd circumstances, but eventually that seemed unproductive. Out of curiosity I rolled back onto my errr Gerald's back and surveyed the room while thinking. Admittedly, my problem-solving brainstorm session did not last long because I was distracted by this fit and sculpted body coated in the ideal amount of masculine hair.
I should call someone.
I grabbed Gerald's phone and got a chill of satisfaction as I bypassed his Face ID, but then I realized that 911, anyone I knew, or any of his other friends would get me committed to an asylum if I called claiming to be Gerald's neighbor who accidentally possessed him...
No no no I've seen too many movies. We're NOT doing that.
Fuckkkk I hated myself slightly for feeling his cock engorge slightly. It was just really erotic for me to hear his sexy voice expressing my own thoughts.
Okay Focus.
Before I got up in a tizzy I convinced myself that the honorable thing to do was to try to phase back out of Gerald's body and let him think he just had a bad dream. The minutes passed as I tried intense willful focusing and muscle clenching as if I could push myself out. When that left me exhausted and covered in a light sheen of sweat I tried more meditative styles to maybe loosen my hold on him and just slip out peacefully, but none of that had any effect. And you might judge me for admitting this, but after making a good college try I rapidly reached the conclusion that maybe this was for the best. Now the logical part of my mind knows that's nonsense, but the carnal, devious side of my mind was able to gaslight myself a bit. I didn't have anything worth going back to...And Gerald here wasn't exactly loving his retirement with all of his family issues...Maybe neither of us could individually thrive, but my spirit controlling his body and identity...at least that could create one fulfilled and happy person...
Oh it was all too easy for me to believe that lie. I don't know how I got here, but I wasn't going to fight to remove myself from this situation. No...this was clearly meant to happen. I am Gerald now.
I am Gerald Turner.
That gave me a devious shiver of delight to hear those words leave my new mouth...
I quickly took some erotic bed selfies showing off this gorgeous body for Grindr...not able to resist the urge to start worshipping myself. The clicks and dings sounded off in the background like my own little homoerotic symphony as I fished my now rock hard and leaking cock out of Gerald's little boxer briefs and gripped it firmly with my new right hand. This was a hand that had lived a full life and this was a girthy and perfectly straight 8 inch cock that had pleasured many women in Gerald's younger years and bred 3 children with his crazy ex-wife.
"Never Again," I cooed as I tightened my grip and slowly started stroking. "This cock is never pleasuring another woman...Ever Again!"
The authority in my voice made my new toes clench as if on autopilot and I shuddered as I bit my lower lip and tossed my head to the side, ravenously inhaling a pillow to take in my new scent before going right to the source. I lifted my new left arm and huffed in the essence of my new pit.
"Fuckkkkkk," I groaned like a reborn slut as my perfect daddy dick pulsated with desire. "I'm never giving this up! Even if I found a way to get out...Never happening!"
I grit my teeth now after aggressively spitting in my hand to lube myself up. My abs looked so shredded as I thrust up into my grip, all while worshipping those abs, pecs, and nipples with my free left hand.
"Jesus, Gerald! These nips are sensitive as hell!" I hollered out as I teased those nips good--alternating back and forth until the combo of this teasing and cock pleasure had me literally kicking my legs out and digging my new big feet into the bedding. My new toes were clenched harder than ever as I tried to get even more leverage to fuck my slick grip. On and on this went for minute after minute...the pleasure reaching new and new peaks all while I got lost in the selfishness of this moment and berated my former friend, unaware if he was gone forever or if he could hear me from some dark corner of his mind.
"I'm Gerald! You hear that Gerald? This is MY body now! You're NEVER getting this back! You're NEVER coming back!!"
And with that my back arched and I instinctively grabbed the bed sheets before quickly scooping up my new balls to jostle them around as the first shot of my load launched out with so much force that it smacked me in the mouth and splashed all over my face. I licked up as much as I could with my tongue, moaning in approval at the deliciousness of my own new essence as I kept going.
I roared in delight with each pump and thrust milking out more and more of this still virile seed--first coating my neck and chest and eventually my new abs as the shots gradually lost intensity. Finally, I was still milking this cock with fully dry shots...still in so much orgasmic pleasure...coated in well over an ounce of hot seed and still helplessly wincing and whining as I desperately tried to get out just one final drop. I finally watched that final droplet crest out of my new cock slit and then I relaxed--crashing back onto the bed in a soaking wet sweaty heap...sighing in euphoria and satisfaction while massaging this copious amount of cum all over my new body.
When my afterglow finally faded, I got back into my new phone with Face ID again...smirking as I scrolled through my dozens of prospectives on Grindr. I wasn't going to be bogged down by Gerald's awful family issues. In fact, it worked to my advantage. It gave the perfect cover and disconnect from his roots for me to truly have a fresh start with this body's wealth and physical beauty. I get to write my own destiny now in a body and life that makes me feel motivated to make the most of every new day. That realization is making me get hard again already...Well hot damn, I better pick one of these Grindr hotties quick so I have some company for round 2...
Be on the lookout for Part 2. I'd love to make this almost a diary style series where I recount my ongoing adventures and developments as Gerald. And let me know what you think! I didn't really think this through--I just kind of got inspired by photos and busted this out in one chaotic burst, so I know the perspective and tense shifts are little crazy. haha I will try to write all future entries from the perspective of a real diary--as if I'm recounting events that have happened that day/week.
The late afternoon sun slanted across my front porch in warm, honeyed rays when I answered the door and found Mr. Lenny - my next-door neighbor and rival dad - standing there utterly naked. His skin gleamed pink in the light, every contour of his body laid bare. He wore the same sheepish, almost-boyish grin he always did when trying to best my father, only now his bravado was entirely unclothed. My gaze flicked down to the undeniable evidence to his arousal, then back up to his face, which quivered with a strange mixture of embarrassment and want.
"I don't know what to do with this," he confessed, his voice low and rough as he wrapped a trembling hand around his stiff cock. A little electric shock of pleasure arced through him, making his spine arch and a soft groan float into the quiet are between our houses.
"Jesus Christ. Come inside." I seized his forearm, surprised by how warm and soft his skin felt beneath my fingers. He shivered as I led him past the threshold. I parted the curtain for a quick glance down the block: no neighbors peering from windows, no one gossiping in their yards. At least for a moment, we were alone.
Mr. Lenny and my father has always been locked in this toxic, testosterone-fueled contest. If Dad tinkered under his car's hood, Lenny would install a better engine. Dad planted begonias, and Lenny answered with exotic orchids in bloom. They'd paint their houses bold new colors, then swap insults across the fence as though they were school kids. The final straw had come when Lenny - drunk on pride - called me a fag in front of the entire block.
"Don't you dare say that about my son," Dad had roared from the back yard.
"Whatever, Frank," Lenny sneered over his shoulder.
"My boy's proud of who he is," Dad's fury was so thick I could taste it, "at least my son loves me," he muttered under his breath, then called Lenny a "piece of shit." I pressed my cheek to the curtain, praying he hand's noticed me eavesdropping.
How had it come to this? It started only hours before, when I'd come home from college to visit. I was crossing Lenny's freshly cultivated lawn - still wet from an early morning watering - when a tiny, saucer-shaped ship had materialized overhead and scorched the blossoms into smoking husks. I'd stared in horror as the crafted skidded to a stop in the grass. Lenny charged outside, red-faced and roaring invectives at me: "You worthless faggot!"
I'd bent down to inspect the little alien pod when it began to hum and tremble in my hand. Lenny kept shouting until a thick, pearlescent ooze burst free, lurching towards him like a wild animal. Before I could blink, the slime was clinging to his mouth, snaking between his lips.
"Do not worry, human," a calm, disembodied voice issued from the fluid. "I will take care of him. In return, I ask only for your secrecy."
I nodded. Lenny's struggled grew more frantic as the goo worked its way inward, filling his cheeks and throat. I watched, breathless, as the slime coursed up his neck in rippling waves. His limbs twitched, then buckled. He fell to all fours, head vibrating, making guttural moans that shivered through the front yard. A filament of pinkish slime rolled over his eyes, and then he collapsed.
Moments later, Lenny began to twitch and tremble, his body convulsing as if charged with an electric current. His limbs jerked unpredictably and his eyes fluttered, until, with a sudden jolt, he found himself standing upright on the lawn. The transformation was palpable; his posture was straighter, his gaze steadier, and an unmistakable aura of newfound confidence radiated from him.
"Greetings, human," he said, voice gentle and measured. He flexed long fingers, testing his new anatomy. "I apologize for the dramatic entrance. I am stranded - crash landed, you might say - and require temporary habitation within this vessel."
I stared, still felling the echoes of panic and awe. "So you're inside him now?"
"In him," it confirmed, nodding. Its eyes flicked down, and a curious, amused smile spread across its lips. "This human meant you harm. Perhaps we can improve his personality in the process."
A thrill of wicked excitement sparked inside me. "Honestly, It's be kind of hot if you just stayed in him. An alien inhabiting my sexy neighbor sounds...wild." I shrugged, heart racing.
The creature cocked its head as if contemplating my suggestion. Then it grinned, a slow, knowing curve of the lips - and, with a faint hum, a fresh wave of energy ripple through Lenny's body.
That was when I first met this creature - now It followed me as I led it cautiously toward my bedroom, every step echoing on the hallway wood floors.
Once inside the dimly lit room, the alien sighed and glanced downward. Its cheeks flushed a soft rose when it started understanding what this might mean.
"I can't seem to make it go down," it murmured, voice hushed and oddly vulnerable, as the full weight of its throbbing cock bounced in front of me.
"Even when I shake it, a small wave of satisfaction washes over me, but it never quite reaches the shore of fulfillment. I'm at a loss for what to do next." He began to sway his hips, sending them into a rhythmic motion, swinging back and forth with a loose, easy grace.
"See?" He paused, euphoric grin spreading across his face, as he looked up at me with eyes blazing.
"Look. I can help you with it. Don't worry," I murmured, moving closer with purpose. My fingers wrapped around his length, and he shivered violently, my touch igniting a storm of electric pulses through his body. He clutched my wrist with an intensity that matched his deep, guttural moan.
His confession came as a husky whisper, "I've never felt this way before." His eyes locked onto mine, a primal, insatiable lust burning in their depths, begging for more. Seeing my neighbor like this, Mr. Lenny bare and unabashed, his rugged body at my mercy, sent a wave of heat coursing through me. I pressed him against the wall, his breath hitching from the contact. He pulled me closer, his body molding to mine, his hands mirroring my movements as if dancing to an unheard thirty. His touch was electric, his hand slipping into my pants, fingers wrapping around my aching length. My eyes fluttered closed, a gasp escaping my lips at the jolt of pleasure.
"Fuck, yes," I moaned, my hands exploring the expanse of his chest, tracing the lines of his body. I turned him, his palms flat against the wall, my body pressing against his, my cock nestled against his ass.
"This is new," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. "What are you doing with that erection?" I slapped his hand, a sharp sound that echoed through the room. He jumped, not from fright, but from excitement. "I wish you to do more," he rasped, his body arching back towards me. I could see his muscles tense as my fingers traced the curve of his ass. I grabbed his waist, my cock pressing against his entrance, pushing inside him. The pressure was intense, his body yielding to mine until suddenly, I was enveloped in his heat. He moaned, his body trembling, his cock jumping at the invasion. I reached around him, my hand wrapping around his length, stroking him in time with my thrusts.
"Wow, this human interaction is incredible," he groaned, his body writhing under my touch. I could feel his body pulsing around my cock, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Can you..." I hesitated, my voice trembling with pleasure and uncertainty. "Can you act like him?" I asked, my body shaking with need.
He grunted, a low sound that sent vibrations through his body and down to my cock. You mean treat you like he did before?" he growled.
"Yeah, but like, still beg me to fuck you. I don't know. I'm kind of - " I was interrupted by his wicked grin.
"Fuck me like you mean it, faggot," he rasped, his body tightening around my cock. "You just gonna let me get away with all the shit I've done?" His words sent a way of heat coursing through me, my fingers tightening around his waist and cock, my body aching with need.
He tapped into ap rival region of his brain where Mr. Lenny still lurked. The memories and attitude crashed onto his face like a convincing costume. I started jackhammering so fiercely that I didn't notice his cock was dripping, each thrust flicking pre-cum on the wall like a filthy paintbrush.
"That's it.," he growled, voice thick with lust. "Show me you're a real man. Fuck that ass like you own it." He was grunting like a wild beast, and I couldn't tear myself away. I gripped him so tightly, my fingers dug into his flesh like claws, desperate to leave bruises.
Just as my balls tightened, ready to explode, he flipped the script. He shoved me off, my cock popping out of his ass with a wet sucking sound, making him groan like a starving beast. He pushed me back onto the bed, climbing on top, my cock sliding back into his hungry hole, guided by his firm hand. Spreading his cheeks, he engulfed my cock again, and then he was riding me like a man possessed - which he was. He pinned my arms above my head, his breath hot on my ear.
"You're gonna fill this fucking ass," he snarled, his hole tightened around me, making me gasp. Every struggle against his grip only mane his fingers dig deeper into my skin. I was lost in the sensation of his ass grinding against my hips, my cock a mere plaything for his pleasure. His face was a landscape of raw, carnal need, eyes burning into mine. The thought of the alien beneath, puppeteering this man's body, drove me to the edge. His lips crushed mine, and as our tongue battled, I felt my cock erupt, pumping hot cum deep into his ass. Each wave of pleasure was met with his body squeezing me, milking for all I was worth.
"You really know how to use that body," I moaned, as he arched his back, playing with my cock buried deep inside him. He started to rise off me, but my cock was still throbbing, leaking desperately as I watched him. I stopped him abruptly, grabbing his cock while I remained pulsing within him. I tugged and stroked it vigorously as he lifted his arms, inhaling the raw, primal scent of his own body after he'd ridden me so hard. He ground feverishly against my grip, my cock sliding relentlessly in and out of him. My fingers tightened with each wave of pleasure that surged through me, and I watched Mr. Lenny's face twist with the unmistakable signs of impending orgasm. Suddenly, he collapsed onto me, my fingers locked around his cock as his load erupted violently onto my chest and stomach, accompanied by a primal scream.
He lay atop me, panting heavily, both of us marveling at the chaotic mess we'd created. When he finally peeled himself off and collapsed onto my old bed, I heard a distant door creak open. Moments later, footsteps echoed down the hallway. The door burst open, and there stood my dad, eyes wide with horror at the sight of our naked neighbor speared out beside me, my own load dripping from his exposed ass.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I muttered under my breath, trying to maintain my composure. "It's not what you think."
"What the hell?" My dad's face flushed an angry shade of crimson, his eyes narrowing with disbelief.
"I hesitated, a twisted sense of humor almost coaxing a chuckle out of me. The truth was absurd: that there was an alien inside our neighbor and that he wouldn't be a problem anymore. I knew that explanation would sound far-fetched, so I chose to keep that secret locked away.
"All that time you called my son a fag, and you were - what? In the closet?" His voice was thick with accusation.
"Dad, can we at least put some clothes on before you start yelling?" I pleased, felling the awkwardness prickling my skin as I glanced at the two of them. The room was a mess of tangles sheets and scattered clothing, and I had already hastily grabbed a blanket to shield my exposed body. With a frustrated huff, he turned and stormed out of the room, allowing us a moment to privacy to get dressed.
"Well, the was unexpected," the alien remarks, standing up and stretching with a series of fluid, graceful movement that emphasized the sinewy lines of his form.
"I need to think of a way to explain this, but you are going to go back home." I tossed his clothes at him. As he began the process of getting dressed, I playfully pinched his firm backside. "But I loved this," I continued with a mischievous glint in my eyes, slipping into my own clothes. "We should definitely do this some more."
"The next time I experience and erection, I will ensure to seek your assistance," he replied, pulling his shirt over his head, the fabric hugging his sexy dad bod.
"Make sure you knock on my door clothes next time," I chuckled, fastening the last button and drawing him close with a teasing grin. "I like the idea of taking all of this off," I said, giving his shirt a playful tug. He seemed to catch the undercurrent of my excitement, his eyes sparking with renewed enthusiasm.
"I'm an adult now, in college, I can do what I want," I asserted, grabbing a bottle of water, though my dad glared at me from across the counter.
"How could you let him into this house? We had a rule that that piece of shit never set foot in here." His finger jabbed the air with anger.
"Is that what you're upset about? Him being in the house? Not the fact that we were upstairs together?" I challenged, my voice wavering between defiance and uncertainty.
"Well, yes, that too, but you could have had sex at his place. I don't care who you sleep with. I have my opinions about him, but if he makes you happy, then I'm happy." His words seemed genuine, yet his face betrayed a flicker of disgust that Mr. Lenny was the one I chose to sleep with.
"Oh. Well, I'm sorry I brought him inside. Next time I won't do that." I took a drink of water, nodding, unsure if I was relieved or guilty.
"Good, now help me make dinner," my dad said, his voice softer as he turned towards the refrigerator. Although his anger appeared to have subsided, the tension still hung thickly in the air like an invisible fog. I walked over to assist him, a quiet laugh escaping my lips as I marveled at the fact that I had managed to keep the secret the alien goo had entrusted to me.
Besides, I was eager to keep the goo inside Mr. Lenny, using him as my possessed sex puppet. To keep him inside that sexy daddy I would never tell a soul about the alien next door.
“Hey Chuck, sorry, Freddy isn’t home right now.” Freddy’ s dad informed me at the door.
“Oh thats fine Mr. Collins, I was just dropping off our science project.” I said holding out the glowing orb from my back pack. That neon lights spiraling inside. Mr. Collins just stood at the door as he watched the colors change and spin, his mouth was starting to hang.
I know very well that my friend Freddy wouldn’t be home, in fact, he was going to be gone all night because tonight he was hooking up with his girlfriend. He asked me to cover for him l, say he’d be staying at my place for the night, but i had other plans in mind. I’d been working on this machine for sometime now, this hypno orb as I called it. I’d already done test runs on strangers but now I’d be testing it’s full capacity on Freddys dad.
“Mr. Collins, you don’t look to good, why dont you invite me inside.?” I suggested knowing full well how susceptible he was now to suggestions.
“Yeah.. Yeah.. Come inside.. Please.. Don’t feel well…” He said in groggy voice as he stepped aside. I walked inside and his gaze followed the orb.
“Mr. Collins, I feel like we really close, we should be on first name basis don’t you think?” I asked as he slowly nodded.
“Walter.. Call me Walter…” He said in monotone.
“I’m gonna call you Wally instead, you’d like that, huh Wally?” I baited him.
“I’d like that.. My names Wally..” He said now with a half dumb grin on his face.
“I think that’s enough time, I’m going to put the orb away now. When I do, I want you to act like yourself again, except you will still do everything i tell you too, tonight I am your master.” I said and he nodded his head slowly. I put the orb back into my backpack, and Wally blinked a couple times then looked back at me as he whipped off the drool from his face.
“Sorry Chuck, must’ve zoned out for a minute there, what were you saying?” He asked, his mannerisms back to normal.
“I was just saying that I would be staying the night here tonight, I thought you might like that just the two of us.” I suggested.
His face lit up at the sound of that, “Yeah! That sounds grest Chuck! Do you want me to set you up a spot to sleep on the couch.” He said happily.
“Actually I was thinking id sleep in your bed. With you.”
“Oh! Even better! Yeah just two guys sharing the same bed! That sounds great Chuck, whatever you’d like!”
I laughed at his overzealous behaviour, “Hey Wally, you look great by the way your muscles are looking pretty massive.” I complimented him.
His face turned red, “Thanks pal! After my wife left me, I really started to go hard on the gym, I mean the ladies love it.”
“Not just the ladies, Wally. I think you look very sexy. How does that make you feel, knowing i think you look sexy?” I asked.
“Well, if I’m being honest it’s a little weird, I mean your my son’s friend, and.. you’re a boy.” He answered nervously.
“Yeah, but I’m over 18, and I doubt I’m the only gay guy whose hit on you, I mean look at you! You’re a regular dilf! Do you know what a dilf is Wally?”
“Uhh.. No pal, afraid I don’t.” He smiled nervously.
“It means dad id like to fuck.” I said getting to the point.
“Ah’, well then thank you pal, I’ll take thaf as a compliment.” He replied earnestly.
“Hey you should go put on your work out gear, you know the red spandex shirt, and the compression shorts. I’ve always loved looking at you in those, it would make me so happy!” I commanded.
“Sure anything for you boss! Be back in a jiffy! He said as he ran off to change.
When he came out he was decked out in his work out clothes that really emphasized his hot hulking body.
“Flex for me Wally.”
He put his hands on his hips and flexed his whole torso for me. His pics expanded under the tight spandex shirt. He had the stupidest expression on his face as he tried to give me a friendly look, as to not look embarrassed by his display of manliness.
“Come over here and flex this beefy send for me.” I commanded him.
He walked right over and flexed his bicep for me, which I started to feel. I rubbed my hands over his spandex shirt, his bicep looking like it was ready to burst through, no different then how I was feeling in my pants.
“Kiss me Wally.” I said and he did, right away, and for longer than I expected.
I started rubbing his cock through his shorts and was shocked as I could feel it already getting hard.
“Is this exciting for you too?” I asked, his face only a few centimetres from mine.
“Well,” he breathed heavily, “this just feels so wrong.. Which makes it kind of hot..”
I stood in the corner of the bathroom as I watched my older brother Tyler and his friend Brett admire themselves in the mirror, butt naked. Only my brother and his friend were not in control of their bodies, it was actually the little alien friends I found slithering through our shower drains. The little green slug things spoke to me like a whisper in my head. They wanted my help, they wanted my body. I had no intention of giving them my body, but at the same time I wanted to help them out so I proposed a better idea. I told them they didn’t want my body I was skinny and would be better suited as a companion who could help them out with how to fit in on this planet. It agreed and I knew exactly who their hosts would be.
Tyler and Brett were downstairs playing video games when I called Tyler upstairs to look at something. He was reluctant to get up at first, but eventually he begrudgingly walked upstairs.
“This better be important you little prick, we were in the middle of a kill streak.”
“Look!” I shouted pointing at the sink, “there’s something in there what the hell is that?” He sighed and walked over to the sink, sticking his head close to the drain.
“I don’t see any-” just then the little alien shot through the drain and into my brothers mouth. My brother gagged and choked on the slug creature and I watched in both horror and intrigue as my brother flailed and shutter. His eyes blinked rapidly as he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, then slowly his fingers let up and his eyes looked calm. He stood straight up and stared blankly.
He coughed, “Thank you.” He said in my brothers voice.
“Your welcome, now call Brett up here.” I said holding up the other alien in my palm. He smiled my brothers smile and took his alien from me before calling out Brett’s name in my brothers voice.
Brett walked in, “What the hell dude, hurry up the games still paused. Where you looking at me like that? Tyler? You alright bro? You’re kinda freaking me out.”
“Never been better.” Tyler smiled as he took his alien friend and stuck it in his own mouth.
“Is that gum? It looked kinda like a-” he was cut off by my brother lunging at Brett and pressing his lips against his. It looked like they were kissing, but as Brett struggled to break free from Tyler’s embrace he pushed his little friend into Brett’s mouth with his tongue. Suddenly Brett stopped struggling and his arms went limp. He stood up straight and smiled.
“Thank you human.” He said to me. “We should inspect our new hosts.” Worth that he and my brother removed all their clothing in front of me. I felt my boner press up against my pants.
They admired themselves in the mirror, my brother on the right and Brett on the left. Feeling their new smooth skins, and toned muscle. I’ve never seen my brother in the light before, let alone Brett. I had to admit, I liked what I saw.
“We are truly grateful for these hosts, human they will be most efficient.” My brother said as he walked over to me, my brothers dick swaying as he walked.
I turned my head a little, “Yeah no problem. You guys looked like you needed a friend.”
“And now we have one,” The alien I control of Brett said to me.
“We must repay you somehow.” The alien in my brother said, then he sniffed the air around me. “I can smell the hormones around you, I can sense you’d like to, as your brothers mind describes it as fucking.” He said it so casual my heart skipped a beat.
“Um no, it uh wouldn’t be right. That body belongs to my brother I couldn’t just..”
Brett came around behind Tyler and started massaging his muscles and kissing up and down his neck while looking at me.
“There’s no sense in denying yourself this pleasure, on our planet the process of intercourse is so natural it’s like shaking hands on your planet. Besides I have enough of your brothers memories to know he’s quite good at it.” He said pulling me into my brother muscular arms and kissing me tenderly, as Brett came around behind me and stuck his hand down my pants playing with my dick. I couldn’t fight it much longer, I grinder on them as I was caught in a sandwich between my brother and his best friend.
Suddenly I heard the front door open and my parents calling from downstairs, “Boys?! Were home! Come downstairs we have dinner!” I quickly threw them their clothes and they started to get dressed, what rotten timing. I looked disappointed as they got fully dressed, they looked at one another after seeing that and my brother smiled.
“Don’t worry little brother I’ve got this.” He said sounding impressively just like Tyler.
“Hey mom, hey dad is it cool if me and Brett take Steven to the movies. I promised we’d hang out with him but we were stuck on that stupid game all day” my mom and dad exchanged surprised expressions at one another.
“It’s not like you to be getting along like that, and you guys never let Steven go with you before.” My mom said looking worried.
“Honey, don’t question it let em go.” My dad said finally She agreed and we took off in Tyler’s car.
“Do you think your brother would mind if we borrowed his money for a hotel so we can pick up where we left off?” Tyler said winking at me through his rear view mirror as I sat in the backseat with Brett who was kissing my neck feeling me up.
“Nah, we never get brother bonding time, he owes me this.”
Going on vacation with my stepfather was always a pain. He and my mother have been together for 4 years now, and despite treating her very well, he treats me like trash. When she's not around, he's either rude to me or just ignores me. I've tried to have a good relationship with him but I never managed to. In the end, I decided to accept it because my mother was happy.
We arrived at the beach and he went into the water, while my mother went to buy drinks. While I was on the sand, a thin old man approached me.
"Hello child, I can feel you have trouble getting along with someone close to you. I believe I have the solution for that." He opened his bag and took out a bottle of what looked like orange juice. "This is a magic potion. The person who takes this will become an extremely trustworthy person, who cares about you and will help you in everything."
I thought it was strange how the old man knew this, and although I was skeptical, I decided to give it a try. I took the bottle in my hand and when I went to thank the old man, he was gone.
I took advantage of the fact that my mother hadn't returned yet and went to my stepfather. "Hey, here's the juice mom bought you."
"Thanks.", he said with a sullen face. I watched as he quickly drank the cold liquid. However, I also noticed that his neck started glowing and growing thicker, as if something else was going down his throat, but by the time he finished drinking the bottle, it had returned to normal.
A big smile appeared on his face. "Thank you so much, son." Said my stepfather. "I never thought I would manage to get such a strong and hot body. This is a dream come true."
Then, I realized what had happened. Somehow, the old thin man that gave me the bottle possessed my stepfather body. "Hey, what do you mean? Are you ok?"
"I'm great." He said. "In fact, I've never felt so good. Thank you so much for giving me this delicious body. Don't worry, your old stepfather is gone. From now on we will be much closer. I already realized how eager you are for me to fuck you. Just wait until we arrive at the hotel."
I didn't know what to say. I would never have imagined that this could happen, otherwise I wouldn't have given him that potion. Or would I? The slightest chance of being fucked by him already made my dick hard as a rock.
"Hey boys, there you are!" Said my mom arriving with water and juice for us. "Are you okay, honey?"
"I'm great, my love." Said the old man inside my stepfather, as he winked at me.
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A few months have already passed since my stepfather change, and we have sex almost every day. Since my mother works at night, weekday nights are reserved for "strengthening my bond with my stepfather".
"Just finished my swimming. Get ready to be destroyed." He said in the message and sent me a mirror selfie, and all I did was wait for him to arrive and fuck me the way only he knows how.
Corey woke up in the morning feeling very strange. He felt groggy as his eyes fluttered open and he yawned and stretched, still enjoying the time he had with Lance last night. Immediately Corey knew something was wrong when he saw huge hairy arms that were not his! He looked down to see a torso that belonged to man much older than him, but it did look familiar. Corey shot out of bed and adjusted to his new height and weight as he went to the mirror.
“Woah! What the fuck…” Corey said in Lance’s sexy deep voice. He flexed in front of the bedroom mirror and admired his new musky 42-year-old body. He had a thick beard and a glorious lining of body hair that covered his pecs and abs. He checked out his ass in the mirror and enjoyed how it felt inside Lance’s gym shorts. He peeked in his waistband and admired his new rock-hard package that fucked his own ass last night. He walked into the bathroom to try and find out where Lance went in his body.
He came into the bathroom and saw his former body standing in front of the mirror with his ass out taking pictures. He spots Corey and smiles. “How do you like the change, Corey? Damn, I’ve always wanted to fuck my own ass.” He said with the boy’s voice. Corey looked down at his former body who was licking his lips in a confident, sexy manner. Corey’s never seen his own body from the 3rd person and boy was he aroused…
“Lance? Is that you? How did we swap bodies?” Corey asks as Lance circles him and slaps his ass. “No idea Corey. But damn don’t you think this is hot? I mean, I took your youthful body. But it’s still me inside. How hot would it be if we go for round two this morning? I’ll still top!”
Corey was in position to argue with Lance, especially considering the incredibly hot circumstances that left them in each others’ bodies. Corey was a little hesitant to go through with Lance’s request, but he was sure glad he went along with it.
Lance threw Corey onto the bed and flipped him over so his own former hairy man ass perked up, perfect for Lance to admire. “Damn, my ass is really great isn’t it?” Lance said in Corey’s body. Corey just rolled his eyes, but couldn’t wait to feel what it was like to bottom in a daddy’s body like this.
Corey groaned out as Lance gently pressed the tip of his cock against the hairy asshole. Corey moaned as Lance pushed in deeper and deeper, stretching his hole out like it’s never been done before. “Damn why am I so tight?” Corey mutters between breaths. “Yeah I don’t bottom dude. And now neither do you.” He said with a sly grin.
Lance began to move his dick in and out of Corey’s ass faster and faster as he bucked his hips against his former body. Corey started sweating, not used to how painful bottoming was with a tight asshole like this. He pulled out his stolen dick and started jacking it off vigorously as Lance continued.
Lance moanted out as felt his dick lose control and start spraying loads of cum into his former ass. After filling up his hole, he slapped Corey’s hairy ass and collapsed onto the bed. Corey exploded ribbons of cum that made a mess all over the bedsheets. He fell onto the bed and rolled round in his own cum, perfectly content with what had just happened. The two snuggled up with each other again after fucking. This time, Lance put his arm behind his head and let Corey snuggle up close on his hairless chest. It was an interesting sight to behold…
The two guys still haven’t swapped back yet. It’s been a few days now, but whatever happened, it must be permanent. Luckily, both Lance and Corey are very happy with their new lives. Corey’s especially been enjoying Lance’s sexy dad bod. He goes to the gym every day for a few hours just to show off his new sexy body to everyone. He just loves how commanding and powerful he feels, even if on the inside he’s still that slutty bottom he always has been!
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‘Dude! Your dad’s cock is thick as fuck!’ I moaned as Cody plunged his old man’s tool as far it would go into my ass and bucked his hips gently back and forth.
‘Tell me about it bro!’ Cody replied in his dad’s rumbling bass as his own unmistakable smile beamed back at me from his father’s face. He leant back, loosening his tie and pulling open his shirt to expose his beefy, thick chest as he let me ride him to yet another mind blowing orgasm, filling my ass with his hot creamy Daddy load.
I leaned in for a long, lingering kiss and couldn’t help throwing another boner as the thick, silver goatee and mustache scratched my face and my cock rubbed against his soft hairy belly.
As he flipped me over and went down on my rock hard pole, Cody made me promise that we could use the magic zipper on my uncle tomorrow.
It would be a shame not to spend the day fucking around with Cody’s dad but on the other hand, my uncle James is a totally ripped muscle daddy. Slipping into his body for the day and pounding Cody would be all the compensation I’d need!
Ever heard of “No Running in the pool area”? Well I was drunk and foolish, so I ended up running until I tripped and died on the impact. Considering how old I was, I was surprised the cold water did not kill me first. It’s been years and now I am stuck at the place of my death. However, as a ghost I have the power to possess the living. My favorite preys are hot young men. The thing is that the possession does not last more than one day. Well, at least I get to live a new life every day.
Speaking of new life, here comes one.
This young man right here is Joshua Miller, I’ll changed it for Josh once I’m in control. I could hear a bit of conversation between him and his friends. Apparently Joshua had a problem finding a girlfriend because he could not climax. A mental cock block allegedly. Guess I will have to unlock it for him.
As soon as he stepped out of the pool, I yanked him back by his red speedo. The tight waistband slapped against his perky cheeks as he gasped and fell in the water. Jesus, even his gasps were manly, I am going to have fun. Joshua tried to swim up, but I manifested all over him. He screamed underwater when he saw me. I smiled and dived inside his open mouth. To the others, it looked like he was drowning, but in reality he was struggling to push me out of him.
“Glgglglg! UUNNNGG!” Joshua groaned.
A cloud of spectral bubbles flew deep down his throat and the rest was history. I opened my new eyes and felt a surge of young strength. With my insanely athletic body I swam up to the surface. I took a deep breath and appreciated the inflation of my healthy lungs against my solid pectorals.
“Yo dude, you okay?” asked one of Joshua’s friends.
I flashed a smile at his friend. “Yeah, just a bad trip,” I replied.
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Thankfully, the flat my vessel shared with his bros was close. Anyway, twenty minutes was far from being a deadline, I may have gotten expulsed in the space of half an hour but that was it. Soon, we got separated as two of us had to go on a date while another wanted to take a shower.
“Perfect,” I cooed with my strong and sexy voice.
After grabbing some pillows, I rested my head on it and started to explore my body. My host was young yet already jacked up. I caressed my thick thigh and my crotch almost instantly got stiff.
“Damn, that was fast”, I laughed. I ran my right hand up my washboard abs and tickled each ripple. Then, I put it on my bouncing pecs and pinched a nipple.
“Oooh! Fuck, this guy is sensitive,” I moaned.
I could not wait anymore and stripped Joshua of his boxers. A glorious eight-inch dick was waiting for me. After a chuckle, I grabbed my rod and fondled it. My biceps tensed and swelled as I did so. At each stroke, my moans got louder and sweats dripped on my toned body. I bit my lower lip while precum leaked off my penis. I jerked off harder and throbbed my pectorals in unison. This body was full of hormones and testerones.
“GAAAHHH! HERE I COME!” I roared
My back arched and I shot a geyser of jizz all over the floor. Still horny, I laid down and closed my eyes.
“Well Josh, I got no idea why you couldn’t cum before but looks like it’s over now.”
I guess the kid was only aroused by his own body. Can’t blame him, he is sexy as fuck. I opened my eyes again and got disoriented. I was floating now.
“Damn it,” I thought.
The clock hit midnight. Guess my time inside the boy is over. Still, I had some times before I would be sent back to the pool.
“Ooh, my head.” Joshua rubbed his temples as he woke up.
“Bro! The fuck?!” shouted his friend, just coming out of the shower.
If I could eat ghostly pop corn, I would. I watched the scene and laughed to myself.
“Joshua, you just came!” his friend shouted as he touched the load on Joshua’s abs before licking it. “Wow, and it tastes good.”
Joshua sprung back and pulled his shorts back on. “Eric, that’s not funny! Did you guys drugged or something?” he asked.
Eric smiled and pulled out a bottle. “See that? It comes from the same source than the pool, it’s rumored that it has sexual power. So I put some in your drink while you weren’t looking”
Joshua scratched his hair. “Dude, don’t tell me you believe in this.”
“Well, try some if you think it doesn’t work.” Eric handed the bottle to him.
I observed with wide eyes as Joshua grabbed the bottle. The stud gulped and then took a sip. Without warning, I felt a force pushing me down and I could not fly anymore. A magnetic effect directed me right toward Joshua. Our beings collided and everything went black.
I felt a few shaking as I could see agai.
“Joshua! Answer me please!” Eric called.
I looked down and saw Josh’s marvelous chest again. I was back in control, baby!
“Wow, man, I didn’t expect you to pass out,” Eric said as he sat next to me.
Something felt strange. I was hard again, but it was not because of the possession. My eyes travelled the room and stopped on Eric’s wet body, only covered by a towel. I licked my lips and an alarm went off in my mind. Joshua was a faggot. Perhaps he was unaware of it, but it was obvious that only guys could turn him on.
You know what? I died at a time where being gay was a crime, but it has been so much years, I deserve to try some new things. I exhaled and then seized Eric by the shoulders. Quickly, I kissed him while our toned bodies touched. Electricity went throughout my whole being. I have no idea if it was because of my host, or because I may be attracted guys too after all, but I was getting horny as fuck.
I expected Eric to freak out, but instead he touched my pecs and six-pack.
“I dreamed of this for so long,” he moaned.
I smirked as I tore the towel off Eric and spread his buttcheeks.
“Horny again? Wow, I should buy more bottles from that magic source,” Eric said.
I bit Eric’s left ear and thrusted inside him. “You should.”
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One week later.
“C’mon you old Queer, you’re losing,” Eric shouted as he ran past me.
I was too busy admiring my boyfriend’s tight ass to be focused on the race honestly. Plus my chiseled body was a huge distraction in itself too. Eric made a shout of victory when he arrived first. Then he lunged at me and we made out.
“Who would have thought that a bore like you would become such a sex God?” Eric wondered.
“Well- UNNNNG!”
“Joshua, you okay?” Eric asked.
I dropped on my knees and tremored. “D-drink please!” I pointed at Eric’s bag.
My boyfriend ran to his bag as I writhed on the ground.
“G-get out! Leave!” begged Joshua. “Gnnn! It’s my body!”
Eric strode toward me and handed me the bottle. Without any delay, I grasped the bottle and drank it. Joshua sunk back into his mind and I was back in control.
“We should get rid of those bottles, they’re making you sick,” Eric said.
“No, don’t worry. I’m trying new steroids, think I should drop them,” I replied.
“You should! Plus it’s not like you need them Joshua.” Eric caressed my left muscular arm.
I flexed for him and snickered. “Call me Josh please. Joshua is gone.”
Josh was stuck in a state of permanent hell. Being a teenager was hard enough with discovering sex and puberty. Josh, however, had all that as well as a slight case of post death limbo he was horny as hell with no body to get down with. Worst of all he died on a beach with a pier that was the highlight of the surrounding areas. Bringing in tons of tourists every season. Hot guys, gay and straight, running around half naked made limbo a literal living hell. The only solace Josh had was an occasional grouping of some guys ass or a peek at their junk when they were in the bathroom.
Next week was apparently supposed to be gay pride at the beach and josh knew it was going to be hunks on hunks on hunks. Depressed and wanting to take his mind off things, Josh went to the piers theatre to sit in on a movie. It was a throwback Thursday and they were playing the children’s film Casper Meets Wendy. Great a ghost movie thought Josh but he still stayed. And boy was he glad! The ghosts in the movie did this possession thing where they took over some guys bodies! This got Josh thinking maybe pride wouldn’t be so bad after all.
The next week came with rainbows and hot bods galore. Josh was staking it out on the beach to find the PERFECT guy to get into and test out this whole possession thing. He waited and waited not wanting to make the wrong decision. Worried he was missing out, Josh started to float over to the pier. As soon as he started though, he stopped dead in his ecotoplasmic tracks to see this hottie walk by.
Now there’s a body I could get into. Josh always liked the beefy big guy type, he never thought he might get the chance to actually be one though! This guy seemed to be going to the changing rooms. Perfect! Some things going to change but it’s not going to be that swimsuit.
Chad entered the changing room when he felt a presence follow him in. Thinking it was some horny pride goer he turned around to tell him off. Instead he was greeted by a bluish translucent form. eyes wide Chad screamed in terror. “Sorry dude let’s hope this works” Josh said as he flew forward into Chad’s mouth. Josh threw all he had into charging into this guy, almost a little too much. Josh hit Chad’s mouth all of his ghostly form slamming onto Chad’s face, then popping into his mouth and down his throat. This not only caused Chad to fly back onto the bench, but all that momentum turned Josh into poltergeist pinball. As Chad’s big butt flopped down on the bench, Josh bounced into Chad’s stomach making it to expand out, causing Chad to groan deeply. Josh then ricocheted from Chad’s now round belly straight into his big globular ass, “I’m really sorry about this man!” Josh yelled embarrassed about the rough possession job he was doing. Slamming into Chad’s ass made a rubbery sound as it expand to almost double its size, this sudden bubble butt inflation bounced Chad up from the bench and hurled him across the room with him yelling. Just like the stomach though as soon as Josh bounced in he bounced out. This time he flew into Chad’s huge dong, which was already being barley contained in his speedo. That didn’t matter though as momentum still propelled Josh forward. With a boing Chad stopped mid flail and his huge dick expanded to full staff in a matter of seconds. The feeling of Josh’s cool rubbery ectoplasm expanding in Chad’s dick made his eyes cross and knees shake in pure ecstasy.
Josh kept moving forward and soon he was deflating out of Chad’s rock hard member first his head popped out , then the rest followed quickly in suit. flying forwards, Josh was caught in the pouch which was stretching out as he flew forward. Meanwhile Chad was standing dazed from the orgasmic feeling of Josh flying out his dick. Josh was losing momentum as Chad’s speedo reached its maximum stretch. Coming out of his daze Chad looked at what was happening between his legs. Just in time to see his waist band come flying back at him filled with ghost. “Coming back at cha big boy” Josh laughed as he collided with Chad’s hard member. Josh was back in side but now had a better grasp on what he had to do. Chad’s mouth began to fill with ectoplasm as Josh started to spread through-out his body. Doubling over from the forced entry, Chad thrust his crotch forward as Josh filled up his member and balls. Chad moaned as he felt the all too familiar swelling effect of an ecto filled dick. Josh then started to fill in Chad’s ass causing it to shake and dance around the changing room. Not wanting to waste much more time Josh pushed down into each of Chad’s legs making each of them pop up respectively. Finally Josh went to the torso ending with Chad’s heavy pecs, each was filled with a small spring sound. Feeling filled completely with Josh’s ghostly presence, Chad fell back onto the bench with the sound of a ball bouncing.
He looked up beaming. “Wow! That was so much fun! I’m definitely doing that again” Chad said with Josh’s voice. The new Chad sprung up and grabbed his crotch,
Wo this guy is HUGE, I mean I knew that from getting into this hot bod, but it’s so different feeling the actual weight of this thing!
Looking down from his new perspective at this hotties body Josh’s new member started to get excited. “Hold your horses down there. As much as I want to get to know you, you six foot piece of hot man meat” , he said as he turned to the full length mirror, “I don’t know how much time I have inside you, and I’m definitely losing my virginity tonight!” With that Josh grabbed Chad’s shirt and ran his hot big new buns to score at the Pride party on the beach.
PS. Sorry for being inactive for a long time. New AI video breakthrough is not happening very often so once I reach the limit of the current state I get bored with it and don't want to waste my money on endless rolls.
I see that Seedance 2.5 is near so I'm excited for it.
Today I will upload some Asian bear drafts that I'm not sure everyone will love. But if you also love them, leave a like.
It was largely a standard mission. To infiltrate and arrest criminals and drug dealers. Not a big thing.
The problem is that they've managed to get their hands on one of those body possession machines. Thats how they managed to get out of prison. According to the latest report, they have taken teenagers in possession. After that mission everything changed, but let me tell you about it from the start.
I was making myself something to eat as my boss walked in to talk to me.
"I got a new mission for you, Mark. Top secret, if you agree to do it.", he said.
"I'm listening. What should I do?", I answered.
"Criminals escaped the prison. Kenny Miller and Dan Schwarz. You know them?"
"Of course. I was the one who brought them behind bars. How did they escape?"
"Body possession. They got two guards which we later found unconscious 2 miles next to the prison."
"And my mission is to arrest them?"
"Roughly, yes. According to our latest reports they've managed to possess bodies of teenagers on a high school to start selling drugs again."
Now I knew what he wanted.
"I wont do that. You know I'm not into that.", I said.
"Top secret, remember Mark. You're in.", he answered with a grin.
I let out a deep breath.
"Who will I take over?", I asked.
"The adoptive son of my dead sister. He goes to the same school and was friends with the possessed victims. He is ready, so if you could follow me."
My boss walks away and I follow him through a door into the next room. The machine took almost the entire space of the room and by the looks of it, it was ready to use.
In front of it was a young guy, probably my new body. He turns around to reveal his thick glasses. He has to be almost blind without them, I thought.
"Hi, I'm Eric.", he said reaching forward to shake my hand. I felt how he checked me out. How he glanced at my arms, my beard and my boots.
I shook his hand.
"I'm Mark. I'll be the one you're swapping bodies with.", I said.
I saw how his eyes lightened up until my boss started talking.
"Not really.", he said. "As Mark needs your knowledge about the school Eric, we'll place his consciousness over yours."
"So we'll be two guys in one body?", I asked.
"Correct.", he answered.
Eric and I sit down at the opposite ends of the machine. Arms, legs and head are tied to the machine. We both give the sign that we are ready. I close my eyes and count to 3. As I open them again, everything looks blurry.
"I cant see shit!", I said with a high pitched voice.
Cant wait to have my body back soon, this body is not made for a man like me, I thought.
I'm sorry that you dont like my body but you agreed to do this mission, I heard the high pitched voice in my head. Erics voice.
Off to a great start, didnt know we could hear each others thoughts, I thought. This time Eric stayed quiet.
Someone put myself glasses on. We got untied and I stood up. It was weird to control such a lean body. I looked over to my real body, laying unconscious in the seat. I missed it already but that it was unconscious was better than someone else walking around as me. Last time I switched bodies for work it was with a 70 year old man. My body was sticky when I got it back and my bathroom and some of my clothes were full with cum. So disgusting to think of someone jerking off in my body. Especially when it was a 70 year old.
In the evening I got driven to the school where I should arrest Kenny and Dan.
Two days later I finished the mission and got driven back to the police station. I entered the room with the machine again and saw my old body still laying there as if it wasnt moved. I was so happy to see it again. I sat down on the seat, closed my eyes and counted to 3. I felt my real body again. The warm leather jacket, my tight pants and shirt on my muscles. I wiggled my toes in my leather boots. It felt so great not wearing those Chucks anymore.
I opened my eyes to see that I was still tied to the machine.
"You can untie me now, guys.", I said. It was so great to hear my deep voice again.
Only now I noticed that something wasnt right. The only person with me and Eric in the room was my boss. Normally, multiple people would operate the machine.
I looked at my boss who was talking to Eric. Both whispered.
"Is everything alright?", I asked.
Both of them looked at me and Eric chuckled.
"My nephew said that you were quiet cocky in his body. You made nasty remarks about his clothes, his looks and so on. As compensation, he'll use your body for some time", my boss said.
I was shocked. I never thought something like this would happen.
"Wait, no. This is not true!", I shouted. "I never said something like this."
But it was to late. My boss pressed the button again and I felt how Erics soul entered my body. It was a cold feeling, causing me to shiver. I tried to push him back into his own body but through the help of the machine he overpowered me. I felt how I lost control of my limbs, my muscular body.
Its a pleasure to use this body, I heard Erics voice in my head.
My boss looked at me with a dark grin as he said:"Codename."
"Exodus", I heard myself answer.
"Good it worked.", my boss said as he untied my body.
I had no control over my body as it stood up and my arms started to touch my body. Eric took off my leather jacket and sniffed it. He let out a moan and grabbed my dick. I felt how my dick raised and I couldnt do anything.
"You have 30 minutes for yourself in the bathroom. Here are some clothes we took from his home.", my boss said as he took out a black sportsbag. He opened it to give us a look.
"I see you in 35 minutes in my bureau, Mark.", he said leaving the room.
Eric grabbed the bag and went through the other door into the bathroom. We were alone.
He started to sniff my sweaty armpits and to lick my biceps. He rubbed my cock in my jeans while flexing my muscles in the mirror.
I felt how pre-cum started to drip into my jockstrap and I couldnt do anything against it.
Eric opened my belt and took my dick out of my jockstrap. He wanked it off but he didnt manage to shoot my load. He wanked so hard that he started to stumble. He looked down at my feet. At my black leather boots.
I always wanted to wear boots like this, even though I have to learn how to properly walk in them, his thoughts said.
Eric sat down on a toilet seat and pulled both boots off. He wiggled with my toes in my gold toe socks as he raised the first boot to my nose and put my dick into the second. I could smell the warm, worn leather and the sweat and I felt how that turned Eric on.
I felt how he pressed the top of my dick against the sole of my boot right as my body shot my first load. Eric opened my mouth and let out a loud moan. I was deeply embarrassed.
He switched boots so that I could smell the sweet cum inside my boot which caused me to shoot my second load right into my other boot.
He took off my Red shirt and wrapped it around my dick.
"Watch this.", he said.
He put both boots, with the cum inside, back on. I felt how my socks started to soak it up, it felt disgusting. Like wet socks. But this caused me to shoot my last load and probably the biggest I've ever had into my shirt.
Satisfied with what he did he looked at my watch.
10 minutes left. Time to dress up again, he thought.
He took my jockstrap and my pants off while walking back to the bag.
He looked inside and took a black jeans, jockstrap and a blue shirt out. He put the shirt on, letting my fingertips glide over my abs. He lifted my booted foot to put on my new jockstrap when I heard his thoughts. I dont need this, the jeans will feel great too. So he grabbed my black jeans and put it on. He put on my belt, my gun and my badge. At last he lifted my leather jacket from the bag, sniffed it one last time and put it on. He stuffed the old clothes into the bag and left the bathroom.
He walked into the bureau of my boss.
"Looking good, my son.", my boss said.
"Mark. We're not alone.", Eric answered. He crossed his arms. "What now?"
"First, we just got called to a crime scene. Ready up, we're driving in 5 minutes." He made a sign to come closer and Eric walked around the desk to stand next to him.
"After that, we'll test that body to the max at home.", my boss whispered.
"Sounds good.", Eric answered.
The whole trip to the crime scene was torture. I had to see Erics thoughts about my naked body and the one of my boss. So gross. He also looked through my memories. I tried to stop him but I was too weak.
Arriving at the crime scene I felt how my heart started to beat faster. Eric was nervously looking through my memories how to act as me. I didnt bother to stop him as I got weaker every time I tried and as I had to think about what gruesome night stood before me. I had to make peace that he will be me forever.
There is this muscled hunk I'm watching since two months. He is my neighbor. He is also the dad of my best friend, Mr. Reid.
My best friend and I are both gay and I told him about my fantasies I want to have with his father. Of course He didnt take it well so I started to have secrets in front of him: I want to turn his father into a skinsuit if I cant sleep with him.
I started to observe the routines of his father and noticed that he goes for a walk from 11am till 12:30pm every day and after that he is alone at home for 1 hour. That is the time I'll strike.
The day before I wanted to fullfill my plan I visited my best friend and left some of my things in his room so I have a reason to get in on the next day. The next day arrived and I was so aroused. I didnt go to school that day so I could fullfill my plan. I saw my upcoming victim leave his house at 11am and I waited until he came back at 12:25pm. I waited 10 minutes, left my house and knocked on his door.
Mr. Reid opened the door and looked slightly confused. I admired his beautiful grown beard, his short brown hair, his hairy arms and his muscly body. I had to recall my eyes as I noticed that he asked me something.
"I'm sorry, I didnt want to disturb.", I said, hoping that he would repeat his question.
"It's all good. What do you want.", I saw his pecks move beneath his slightly unbuttoned shirt when he talked. He wiped sweat from his lips after he finished the sentence.
"I forgot some things here yesterday and I need them for a school project this afternoon", I lied. "Could I come in and get them?"
He scratched his head for a short time and answered:"Ehm... yeah of course, why not."
He opened the door further and stepped aside, I walked past, he closed the door.
"So where did you leave-", I pressed my lips against his when he turned around to talk to me. I wanted to feel them and his body in action before I would become them. I took the syringe I prepared with skinsuit serum and stabbed it in his butt.
He pushed me to the ground while he removed the syringe from his butt.
"What the f**k did you do?", he said, starting to walk towards the bathroom holding his stomach as if he has to throw up when it started to happen.
His right foot deflated, followed shortly by his left one leaving two thick wool socks and a beautiful pair of brown leather boots on the floor. He fell down pulling with a slight scream, now pulling himself towards the bath.
I saw how his muscular legs started to deflate, leaving his brown cargo pants and to my surprise a jockstrap behind.
After that everything went so fast, both arms, his well build torso and his head deflated when a black, slimey goo crawled through his nose and face onto the ground. That was Mr. Reid. I took an empty jar from the kitchen and returned to the black goo laying next to the big pile of skin in a shirt. I scooped the goo into the jar and towards something more important: the skinsuit.
I grabbed it and by the head and lifted it up from the ground. The feet still touched the ground as he was 6 inches toller than me. His shirt fell to the ground revealing his now deflated hairy chest. I turned it around, laid it onto a desk and stripped. I could already smell his sweat and that turned me on. I started to stretch his hole so I can get in, head first I had to wiggle a bit around to get confortable in my new body but shortly after everything sort of snapped into place. Looking through my new eyes I stood up from the table now towering at 6'2". I looked at the clock to see how much time I have to admire my new body but I had to find out shockingly that I only had 10 minutes until my best friend would be home. I quickly put the shirt back on, hid my boner in my jockstrap und put my pants back on followed by the thick socks and smelly boots.
I grabbed the goo from the jar and swallowed it to gain his memory. I saw his life running before my eyes, how his wife died, how he got closer to his son and that they sometimes fuck each other. Now I knew why my best friend thought so bad about my fantasies: he doesnt want his dead to fuck him and his jest friend.
I collected my old clothes and the syringe from the ground and threw them outside into the trash. Just in time because my best friend was just coming up the driveway.
He waved towards me as I shouted towards him:"Good afternoon son. How was school?"
"Not so good dad. Could we do our thing inside?", he answered.
I knew what he wanted to do and I was all in for it. I was thrilled to test this incredible body and thick cock.
