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[aindomen]

Looking at her trying, gagging and choking miserably yet still desperately trying to prove herself just make him even harder. She was such a rude bitch of a customer while he served her in the cafe, it's only fitting that he punished her by jumping into some random male tourist and cruelly treated her like she's nothing but a mere cocksleeve. In his now-heavy Dutch accent, Yudhistira, or Sem in this Dutch-Balinese body he's in now, taunted her

"Come on, you haven't even reached the halfway mark, and you want to give in? Nuh uh, no can do,"

loud squelching sound as he shoved this Dutch lengthy cock even further when she tried to tap out, causing her to frantically gasped for breath yet Sam's calisthenics and bouldering grip proven to be handy to keep her still as she passed the 6 inches mark and her eyes rolled to the back as snot pouring out of her mouth and nose

"Good girl, we're almost there,"

[aindomen]

Udah gue duga, si tukang bersihin jendela yang cabul itu emang beneran punya body mantep! Anak-anak cewek di kantor udah berapa kali protes sampe bahkan nutup tirai kalau ini setan lagi ngebersihin kaca. Ya bayangin aja, masa dia pernah ngebecandain pura-pura ngocok sambil bersihin jendela, apa gak tolol kelakuan begitu?

Tapi jujur-jujuran aja nih, sekalinya gue akhirnya liat dia in action pas dia ngethrust itu selangkangan dia ke jendela sama ngespray jendelanya pake cairan pembersih tapi dia buat seakan-akan dia lagi ngocok terus muncratin colinya kemana-mana, gue horny coy......No, gue nggak horny ke dia per se. Gue lebih horny ke betapa carefree-nya ya dia bisa nikmatin idup. Uang dia paling berapaan sih, tapi punya otak simple dia tuh kayaknya seru gitu, ngeliat dunia kagak pake KPI atau sales target atau profit margin, yang diitung ya paling berapa duit buat beli skin ML, uang makan sehari-hari jatahnya berapa, kalau punya pacar dibawa motoran terus makan ya berapa, atau mikirin ngewe gaya apa lagi mungkin, ya the basic stuff lah ya mungkin. Kalau dari gelagatnya sih tipe dia begitu mana mikirin nabung buat kuliah......ini tuh kayak cowo mokondo yang gak mikirin duitnya bakal abis. Dan yup......akalnya jalan banget ini setan, dia tahu body dia mantep dan bermodalkan badan ini doang plus kontol dia yang entah gimana bisa sepanjang dan setebel ini padahal belum full ngaceng, cewek dia beneran dimana-mana dan gak jarang dia tilep aja tuh duit dari dompet pas dia udah ngentot cewe-cewe itu ampe pingsan saking brutalnya kalau ni orang kalau ngewe. Emang bajingan kelas kakap nih orang, kalau punya duit sama power fix banget bahaya. Tuh lah kenapa lo cuman dikasih hidup jadi tukang bersihin jendela, gak kebayang kalau mental begini jadi sekedar artis Tiktok aja misal, setinggi apa gayanya dan sesering apa dia maksiat

Tapi ngomong-ngomong maksiat, well, sebelum kita mulai hari kotor ini, ada baiknya kita sapa dulu ini kontol ngaceng pagi-pagi. Anjing woy, ini kira-kira 18 cm dan segede kaleng Coca-Cola......pantes aja dia horny mulu, monster segede ini sih jangan heran ya. Kamar kontrakan masih gelap, cuma cahaya matahari pagi masuk lewat celah jendela reyot. Kipas Sanex muter pelan di atas.

Gue langsung duduk di pinggir kasur, kaos hitam ketat yang gue liat dia pake kemaren masih melekat di badan. Bau keringat kerja seharian campur bau cowok kerja keras langsung nyerang hidung gue, fuck dia kagak mandi coy dari kemaren. Bau badan ini... gila, maskulin banget, agak asin, agak manis, bikin kontol gue makin tegang. Gue angkat tangan, cium ketek sendiri.

"Fuuuck...nih kuli bau badannya oke banget, bikin gue pengen ngocok seharian!"

Gue berdiri di depan cermin retak yang dia punya di kamarnya ini, rambut item panjang acak-acakan nempel di dahi karena keringat. Muka tajam, mata masih sayu mesum. Gue tarik kaos ke atas pelan-pelan, nunjukin dada bidang yang kenceng.

"Damnn.....kayak atlet coy, bidang, mantep banget. Dan ini.....*cubit tete* AHAHAHAH HECK, SENSITIF BANGET NIPPLENYA!" Tangan kasar gue yang penuh urat langsung ngeremes ini dada, jari gue gak bisa berhenti pelan-pelan cubit nipple dia kayak lagi mainin nipple cewek-cewek yang biasa dia tidurin. Sensasinya langsung nyetrum ke kontol gue yang udah beneran parah banget ini mentok kayak minta dibebasin dari penjara boxernya ini. Tapi tunggu dulu

Tangan gue turun ke perut. Sixpack pagi ini keliatan lebih dalem gara-gara cahaya matahari. Garis V-line nya dalem gila, nunjukin arah ke kontol yang lagi ngaceng ngotot di balik boxer yang gue yakin dia belum ganti juga dari kemaren. Gue usap perut ini pelan, ngerasain setiap alur otot yang keras.

"Ya gue tahu nih dia agak pekerja kasar, tapi ini bener-bener level binaragawan sih kebentuknya sama terawatnya. Pasti cewek-cewek itu ngasih dia makanan-makanan enak atau biayain dia buat jaga ini badan. Ini bukan cuma badan kerja keras di bawah terik matahari jir,"

Gue akhirnya gak tahan lagi dan narik ini boxernya turun sampe lutut. KONTOL PAGI INI GEDA BANGET. Tebel parah, urat-uratnya muncul semua, panjangnya hampir 20cm berdiri tegak, kepala merah besar mengkilap penuh precum yang ngecrot pelan.

"Fucckkkkk......gue tahu nih bakal gede, tapi anjirrr bener-bener gede banget kontol kuli ini. Punya gue kayak udang coy dibandingin sama ini, sekarang ini monster. Berat banget di tangan, panas, nadi-nadinya berdenyut."

Gue pegang batangnya penuh, tangan kanan gerak naik-turun pelan.

"Ahh shitt... enak banget. Kontol gede gini pantes aja bikin cewek-cewek pada tunduk. Pasti dia kena ke semua spot yang dibayangin sama cewek-cewek itu,"

Entah ini pikiran siapa, tapi pikiran cabul langsung menghentak masuk dan seakan ngisi otak gue sepenuhnya yang langsung nge-fly nginget kelakuan sehari-harinya kalau kerja atau malem-malem dia yang gak pernah sunyi dari berbagai giliran cewek yang semuanya gila sama kontol ini

Gue kocok lebih cepet, bunyi "slap slap" basah kedengeran nyaring banget di kamar sepi ini dan gue yakin beberapa tetangga juga udah denger. Tangan kiri gue sibuk megang-megang ini badan. Remas dada, usap sixpack yang basah keringat pagi, tarik biji-biji besarnya yang penuh sperma, hmmmppphhh bau badan dia makin kuat semakin lama gue begini

"Bau keringat gue ini... bikin gue tambah horny. Keringet, seks, rokok, jing bener-bener edan banget,"

Gue deketin muka ke cermin, napas panas gue yang masih bau rokok dan permen mint ngeembus kaca.

"Heh tukang mesum. Liat ini, karena kelakuan mesum lo, sekarang lo gak bisa ngontrol badan ini lagi. Rambut panjang item, mata tajam, bibir tebel. Body ini emang dibikin buat nafsu."

Gue angkat kaos lebih tinggi sampe akhirnya gue lempar aja ke kasur terus gue pose bodybuilder pagi-pagi, otot lengan tegang, perut kenceng, tapi tangan gue ngocok kontol makin ganas karena klimaks makin deket. Gue percepat gerakan gue. Pinggul maju mundur kayak lagi ngentot memek basah imajiner.

"Ahh... ahh... gede banget kontolnya, enak banget diginiin." Tangan kiri gue sekarang mainin puting, cubit keras, terus turun ke perut, ngerasain otot perut naik-turun tiap kocokan.

Keringat mulai netes dari dada, bikin kulit gue jadi licin tapi mengkilap. Bau badan tambah semerbak. Gue cium lengan sendiri lagi,

"Enak banget baunya... bau cowok yang siap crot banyak."

Gak lama kemudian, sperma pertama muncrat SUPER KUAT. Jet panjang putih kental ngena cermin, langsung nempel tebel. Kedua muncrat ke dada, nutupin puting gue yang udah merah saking lamanya dicubit. Ketiga kena sixpack gue, ngebasahin alur-alur otot di badan. Gue terus kocok ganas, crot ke mana-mana. Ada yang ngena rambut panjang gue, ada yang netes ke lantai, ada yang nempel di paha gue, beneran kemana-mana pejunya ini

Banyak banget. Peju kental creamy, agak putih kek susu kental. Gue ga buang-buang waktu. Gue ambil sedikit dari dada pake jari, langsung masukin ke mulut.

"Mmmhh... tasty banget anjir! Creamy, agak asin, agak manis, bau maskulin, nutrisi top!"

Gue jilat lagi dari perut. Rasa creamy-nya bikin gue ketagihan. Gue ambil yang di cermin pake tangan, lumurin ke kontol yang masih ngaceng, trus kocok lagi pelan sambil nikmatin rasa sendiri.

"Masih ada lagi bro..." gue bisik mesum. Gue duduk di kasur, kaki ngangkang, kontol tegak. Gue kocok ronde kedua. Kali ini lebih santai, badan gue usap pelan-pelan dengan campuran keringet, peju sama entah cairan apalagi. Tangan gue ngusap seluruh torso, ngerasain otot yang lengket karena cum. Bau campur sperma tambah bikin kepala gue pusing tapi lebih ke pusing betapa hotnya ini badan dan betapa gedenya load yang dia punya kalau bijinya segede itu

Gerakan tangan gue pun makin cepet lagi, kepo ngeliat berapa banyak sih yang bisa gue produksi. Gue bisa ngerasain bijinya ngenceng dan kontolnya berdenyut. Udah deket

"AHHH CROT LAGI!!"

Muncrat ronde kedua masih banyak, meski ga sekuat tadi. Kali ini gue arahin ke perut dan dada, bikin badan gue penuh lapisan creamy putih. Gue llangsung nyicipin lagi, jilat tangan sendiri, jilat dada, bahkan gue coba tekuk badan buat nyicipin yang netes deket pusar.

"Rasanya addictive banget. Creamy thick, salty-sweet, terus ini keringet dari kemarin bikin bau kontolnya mantep banget. Gue bisa nyicipin ini tiap pagi."

Gue rebahan di kasur, badan masih lengket, kontol akhirnya agak lemes tapi masih gede. Gue usap-usap perut pelan, ngerasain lekuk sixpack yang sekarang belepotan peju sendiri. Bau kamar sekarang full bau sex. Gue cuman bisa ketawa ngakak sebelum senyum puas ke cermin, rambut acak-acakan, muka mesum, badan atletis berlumuran cum. Pagi ini baru mulai, tapi gue udah puas banget ama ini badan.

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He was a crude window cleaner that terrorized the ladies of my office with his stupid antics. But once I spotted him in action, I have this sense of arousal seeing him so carelessly behaving like that and probably looking very hot underneath all that grime and safety gear. Who would have thought that I would be awake the following day in a sub-par bedroom with slight molding on the wall and drenched in damp sweat? As soon as I leaped from the bed, there he was in his full glory, and the memory started to filter in as my thoughts filled with unbridled lust and horniness as I realized that Faiz here got a day off for the day and I need to channel this horniness out. He has cock that can compete with all the porn stars I frequented to watch, and what makes it even more delicious is that he's real and I'm feeling it all now. The scent. The intensity. The horniness. The vivid memories of all the girls he pounded. The thrill of being such a powerful asshole that can getaway with anything. Before I realized it, the pink head has been smeared with pre and I eventually shot my load all over the mirror, the floor, everywhere! What a glorious start to a day that can be assured to be one filled with debauchery as long as I'm inside this stud

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The English part is to simply capture the essence of the Bahasa Indonesia version. I don't think the raunchiness can be transported and delivered the same impact if it's written in English

[aindomen]

"Next time, don't forget to drink your water and do proper warmups, okay dek?" Arif said with a subtle hint of condescension before leaving the stunned real Arif now trapped in God-knows-who that surely enacted this body swap

[fiszh]

Ahhh yes what a good body and good nipple, this body is really a good possesion. Go for it even harder man with those nipples.

[aindomen]

"Dimana yang? Aku udah masuk nih,"

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"Where are you babe? I'm inside,"

They already sealed Aryo's fate since the day he was born, and it's been like this for the past 5 centuries. Hariyono, or Harishawardhana, transferred his soul to his newlywed son, Aryo. Lusi, Hariyono's dutiful and gentle wife, already possessed Aryo's wife and their newly minted daughter-in-law, Diana, the night before, completing the generational transference needed to ensure that they remain alive and can keep the family practice and belief all the way into the next generation. Five centuries on, their relationship is only getting stronger than ever and with this new set of modern brain, there's still so much thing to learn and enjoy despite already doing this for 500+ years through different lens and bodies. As for their old and empty bodies, well, they are going to come out with the plan to orchestrate the whole "tragedy" as one sequence, but they want to consummate their relationship first as "Diana" just comes back from her morning pilates session and looking very breedable

[aindomen]

"Aku gak boong, tapi aku lagi ngaceng di bawah meja karena ngeliatin kamu terus," bisik Abyan sambil menggigit bibirnya, celana pendeknya agaknya terlalu ketat, jika dia berdiri sekarang, kontol tebal setengah ngaceng 14 cm miliknya akan sangat timbul

"Yang, ihhh malu tahu, kamu tuh kedengeran sama meja lain," ujar istrinya malu-malu

"Oh biarin aja, kalau bisa satu restoran ini denger aku udah ngebet nyodok kamu sampe kamu teriak-teriak keenakan, sekalian aku bakal buka itu pintu ke balkon biar satu hotel sampe kolam juga denger gimana mantepnya aku nunggangin kamu," Abyan balas dengan suara yang bahkan lebih lantang walaupun keramaian restoran membuat suaranya setidaknya tersembunyi

"Serius ihhh yang, mulut kamu udik banget, kayak gak punya adab," ujar Lina sambil tertawa geli

"Lebih baik gak punya adab karena horny liat istri sendiri daripada gak punya otak udah tahu outing kantor boleh bawa keluarga eh malah gak bawa siapa-siapa karena ada selingkuhan. Si jalang goblok itu udah kulaporin ke Pak Bos, pokoknya kubuat dia keliatan bener-bener kayak lonte, dia yang deketin aku, dia yang jebak aku, pokoknya salahnya di dia semua," sekarang Abyan berbisik

"Ini udah ketanem semua kan di otak Abyan, Cha?" balas Lina dengan bisikan yang lebih pelan

"Ssstttt....jangan ngomong kayak gitu. Inget, aku ayang, atau by, gak ada itu Cha selama kita disini, oke?" bisik Abyan lagi

"Oke yang,"

Abyan genggem tangan Lina terus dia kecup tangan Lina dengan sangat romantis. Yah, namanya juga pernikahan di ujung tanduk, tindakan drastis harus diambil demi nyelamatin bahtera rumah tangga ini, syukurlah Lina punya temen baik kayak Ocha.

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"I'm not lying, I'm rock hard underneath the table from looking at you," whispered Abyan even though it comes off audible, his rock hard cock literally going to make a visible imprint on his tight short

"Babe, psstttt.....be quieter, your voice is loud enough to be heard by the other table," said his wife shyly

"Let them. As a matter of fact, this whole restaurant should know that I will shove my cock so hard to your sloppy tight cunt until you're screaming in ecstasy. Even better, I'll do that with the sliding door to the balcony wide open so everyone even in the pool can hear your ecstatic moan as you screamed my name," Abyan replied even louder but thankfully the noise from other people in the restaurant blocked it a bit

"Babe, stop! That's not something a courteous and civilized person should speak publicly," hissed Lina

"Better to be uncivilized and horny sex addict to your own wife rather than dumb and heartless to not bring your own wife to a family outing event as you preferred to have a hookup session with the office sidepiece. I've reported everything to the Big Boss and I twisted the evidence so she looked like the desperate slut and all the blame is on her," Abyan said in a matter-of-fact tone

"This is all planted into Abyan's mind, right Cha?" Lina whispered with hope

"Psssttt.....don't mention that name. Remember, I'm ayang, or babe, there's no Cha while I'm here," hissed Abyan back

"Okay babe,"

Abyan then grabbed Lina's hand and give it a genuine tender kiss. Well, desperate times, desperate measures. Luck for her, she has a ride-or-die friend like Ocha.

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Not sure I'm gonna make ftm again, this is just a trial but I'm satisfied with the result (no, this is not AI-made, AI just doesn't have the vernacular to create such raunchy and realistic Indonesian erotica exchanges

[aindomen]

Gio is up at it again

Stella stepped out of her late-night brand photoshoot in a sleek Jakarta studio, still glowing in her coquette aesthetic — soft pink satin dress hugging her dainty figure, delicate bows in her hair, and a touch of elegant makeup that screamed “feminine princess.” She called a Bluebird taxi, exhausted but satisfied with the content she’d captured. Her loyal, gentle boyfriend Gio had texted her earlier saying he couldn't pick her up because the meeting with this British client of his extended. She had no idea that it was a lie and he was already tracking her via Find My iPhone, his mind burning with the urge to surprise her with their darkest shared fantasy.

The Bluebird taxi arrived. The driver is a handsome, muscular young man in his blue uniform shirt. He looked slightly sweaty, but otherwise nice and polite as he greeted her.

“Selamat malam, Mbak. Tujuan Pluit ya?” (Evening ma'am. Goes to Pluit, right?)

Stella smiled sweetly and settled in the back seat. The car merged onto the highway, city lights blurring past. Unbeknownst to her, Gio had initiated the astral projection without warning. His consciousness slammed into the driver’s body in seconds, shoving the real polite young taxi driver's mind deep into the background. Gio now controlled the strong, sweaty frame completely.

For the first twenty minutes, he played the part perfectly — calm voice, safe driving, even making small talk about the weather and traffic. Stella relaxed, scrolling through her Instagram feed of elegant photos.

Then the taxi suddenly took an unfamiliar exit ramp.

Stella sat up. “Pak, ini bukan jalan biasa. Kenapa keluar di sini?” (This is not the usual way. Why are we out from here?)

The driver (Gio) glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his voice still gentle. “Jalan pintas Mbak, tenang aja, saya tau jalan, percaya aja" (It's a shortcut ma'am, calm down, I know how to get around, trust me)

Stella’s heart raced. “No, turn back! This isn’t the way home!” she said in a sudden enraged switch to English as she's panicking

The car continued deeper into a dimly lit industrial area. Streetlights grew sparse. Gio kept the nice act going a little longer, enjoying the slow build of fear in her voice. “Tenang, Mbak. Saya cuma mau bawa Mbak ke tujuan. Jangan panik.” (Relax ma'am. I just want to bring you to the destination. Don't be panic)

He pulled into an abandoned parking lot behind an old warehouse. The engine died. The doors locked with a click. Gio stepped out of the driver’s seat, his muscular body moving with predatory grace, blue Bluebird shirt clinging to his sweat-glistened abs. He opened the back door and slid in beside her.

Stella pressed against the seat, eyes wide. “What are you doing?! Let me out!”

Gio’s eyes glinted with dark mischief — the exact look Stella knew too well. But the crude words that came next shattered the illusion of the pious driver.

“Tujuan di maps mungkin memang Pluit. Tapi tujuan sebenarnya adalah kamu sampe klimaks dan saya bikin Mbak crot kemana-mana. Saya udah pengalaman sama banyak lonte di deket depo, saya tahu cara bikin memek cewek crot dengan cepet kalau Mbak khawatir ditungguin orang rumah," (Yes your destination on the maps might be Pluit, but the real destination is your climax as you squirt your tasty coquette pussy juices. I have plenty of experience with whores near the taxi depot, I know how to make you reach there quick if your concern is people at home is waiting for you)

Stella froze. The crude shift, the filthy confidence — that glint in his eyes. It's Gio. Her gentle boyfriend had possessed this Bluebird driver without telling her. Relief mixed with a rush of filthy arousal. She decided to play along fully, letting terror melt into desperate submission.

“P-please… don’t hurt me…” she whimpered, acting terrified even as her thighs squeezed together.

Gio (in the driver’s body) laughed low and grabbed her chin roughly with his strong hand.

He slapped her pretty face lightly, then harder. “Diem, memek! Emang pelacur ya lho, dideketin sama supir taksi ditengah jalan bukannya beneran marah dan ngelawan, lo malah nyerah gitu aja,"

Stella just whimpered as she can sense the relentless penetration of the slick fingers into her anal. One finger quickly turned two, then three, and she's started to lose it as her legs trembled. Stella moaned even louder as Gio up the ante with his whispers, her elegant dress riding up. Gio yanked the zipper of his black pants down and pulled out the driver’s thick, veiny cock — already rock hard and musky from the long night shift. He slapped the heavy cock across her lips and cheeks as he teased how smelly it must be as he's been driving since 6 AM all sweaty and baked with the sun

Stella whimpered in fake fear before eagerly licking and sucking, her dainty hands wrapping around the shaft. Gio groaned loudly, pushing deeper into her mouth.

“HHHNNNGHGG!! Isep kontol abang, lonte. Emang dasar perempuan bejat ya lo, punya fantasi kayak orang sakit, ini supir rajin shalat gak pernah nyentuh memek siapa-siapa, eh lo suruh pacar cabul lu itu ngendaliin badan dia. Emang sakit sih lo. LAH JING, BISA NELEN GAK SIH LO? RILEKS DONG TENGGOROKANNYA, INI KONTOL MASIH ADA SEJENGKAL LAGI WOE!" (Suck my dick, whore. You are indeed one indecent woman, such a sick fantasy, like seriously this driver is a fucking pious man that never skipped his prayer nor actually near any of those little sluts nearby the depot, but then you have to tell your boyfriend to control and corrupt his body)

He pulled her up by the hair, ripped her pink dress open at the front, exposing her perky breasts, and shoved her face-down across the back seat. Her lace panties were torn aside in one rough motion.

“Basah banget ini memek lu, anjing!” (Your pussy is so wet, bitch!) He slapped her pussy hard, Plak! Plak! “Sok princess, sok pure di Instagram, sok woman empowerment, girls girls, tapi paling sange kalau dientot mendadak sama orang-orang gak have. Suka dientot di parkiran sepi sama sopir Bluebird. Emang cewek tolol,"

Without warning, Gio slammed the thick cock balls-deep into her soaked pussy.

"UNGGHHHHHAAAHHHH!!” he groaned as he started pounding her mercilessly. The car rocked with every brutal thrust. His blue Bluebird shirt rubbed against her back, sweat dripping onto her soft skin.

Stella cried out, fully dropping the terrified act into raw pleasure. “I’m… I’m just a filthy hypocrite coquette! A fake dainty whore who gets wet being used by a taxi driver!”

The abandoned lot was silent except for the wet slapping sounds and Stella’s broken moans. Gio kept degrading her in crude Indonesian, his voice raw and low-class.

Stella comes violently, her body convulsing around his cock, screaming in ecstasy. Gio just doesn't stop. He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and drove back in even deeper, legs over his shoulders.

“Lihat muka lu yang cantik ini, pelacur. Riasan coquette lu luntur semua gara-gara kontol abang. Lu cuma lonte murahan yang suka dihina!” (Look at this pretty face of yours. All a trainwreck because of my cock! You're nothing but a protesting cheap whore) He choked her lightly while pounding, his muscular Bluebird-clad body dominating her completely.

Another orgasm ripped through Stella. She was lost in the pleasure, all pretense gone. “Yes… use me… I’m your braindead whore…”

Gio growled, thrusting faster. With a final deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt and filled her completely, hot cum flooding her pussy. Stella trembled through another climax, ruined and satisfied.

They stayed locked together for a moment, breathing heavily. Gio leaned down, still in the driver’s body, and whispered one last crude line with a smirk.

“Besok kalau lu naik Bluebird lagi, ingat abang yang bikin memek lu ngocor ini. Ngerti, lonte coquette?” (If you ever ride Bluebird again, remember how I fucked you on the backseat ya)

Slowly, Gio withdrew his consciousness, leaving the real pious driver confused and disoriented. He made sure Stella is safe before returning to his own body at home.

Stella lay there in the back seat, dress torn, makeup ruined, cum leaking down her thighs, smiling dreamily. The contrast between her elegant influencer image and this raw, degrading taxi encounter is everything she craved. She already cannot wait for Gio’s next surprise possession. In the meantime, this taxi driver passed out upon being used as the conduit for Gio's fucked up kink.

As his soul slammed back to his body, Gio texted Stella

"Kok belum nyampe-nyampe yang?"

He knows Stella will leak one more time upon reading such text as he heads out to pick her up

[aindomen]

Abis puas coli di kamar mandi karena dikirimin video bokep sama temen-temen tongkrongannya, Ferdy balik masuk ke kamar kost-annya. Tapi, kelakuan random dia di tengah malem pake acara ke kamar mandi begini mancing "penghuni" kamar mandi untuk ngisengin dia. Tanpa dia sadar, dia diikutin sama peju dia sendiri yang udah dirasukin sama jiwa-jiwa yang berkelana di malam sunyi itu. Pas banget dia masuk kamar, schlooorrrppp itu peju dia gerak gesit kayak ular dan dengan mudahnya masuk di sela-sela lobang pantat dia.

Ferdy saking kagetnya sampe sempet jadi putih matanya sebelum mukanya berubah kayak gooner selama proses dirasukin.

Tapi gak lama setelah itu, mata Ferdy kembali normal tapi dia nyengir nakal kayak orang sagapung kesenengan

"Yoi, ganteng banget nih anak cabul. Shit, ini udah hari Sabtu, asik kali ya ngewe pake badan ni anak,"

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After masturbating in the shared bathroom of his dormitory watching steamy porn videos sent by his friends, Ferdy walked back to his bedroom. But, such lewd act in the middle of the night attracted some of the haunted spirits of the night that then decided to teach him a lesson. Without he realized, the cum he ejected earlier followed him like a slithering snake as the spirits reanimated it and made it sentient. The moment the door of his bedroom closed, schlooooorp the cum managed to enter via his hairy butt-crack

Ferdy is so stunned by the sensation, his mouth gaped and his eyes rolled back to white before seemingly getting more comfortable in a completely foreign body as his face turned goony instead

But not too long after, Ferdy's eyes returned to normal but he grinned like a sex addict in his peak euphoria.

"Heck, this pervert really looked nice. Damn, this is Saturday already, what about if we fuck around using this body?"

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Made it quite crass in the Indonesian language because turns out speaking and writing like that has its own core of audience and there's a lot of you guys here LOL

[aindomen]

From two low-income Indonesian WHV workers that pursued a back-breaking, laborious career in Australia to improve their families life in Indonesia, apparently Wahyu and Iqbal has no more intention to return to their old life and would prefer to fake their death as their real body vanished if it means that they get to stay as Raymond and Justin over here, studying and partying using mami-papi money and lived life to the fullest as two entitled Chindo students in Melbourne. Talk about life upgrade

[aindomen]

They were two straight Indonesian college dudes who worked out in the same gym.

Fast forward to today, they've been a dynamic duo for the past few months livestreaming their daily gym routine and any other activity they could do together as they lived in the same kost-an building anyway. What they have not yet revealed is the fact that they have ditched each other's girlfriend to sleep with each other instead as two nerds who also lived in the same building as both Fadhil and Wicak decided to possess the two Engineering studs and started to soft-launch their bantering as the premise for their much more passionate lust over each other.

Today, Fadhil decided to playfully teased and prodded and even took a sniff of Wicak's pits live on cam, it's only a matter of time before they clandestinely posted their video on X railing each other's.......

[aindomen]

AI-generated story with revision

Gue kebangun dengan jantung berdegup kencang. Kepala pusing seperti habis ditabrak truk. Tubuh terasa... ringan. Terlalu ringan. Biasanya bangun tidur, perut gue yang gembul langsung terasa berat, napas sesak, dan paha-paha berlemak saling gesek. Tapi kali ini? Gue ngerasa... kuat. Otot-otot yang tegang di bawah kulit, pinggang ramping, dan... sialan, dada ini kerasa padat.

Gue buka mata perlahan dan gue ternyata bahkan udah berdiri. Gue ada di dalam kamar mandi marmer abu-abu. Cermin besar di depan dan di cermin itu...

Bukan gue

Bukan wajah bulat penuh jerawat yang biasa gue liat setiap pagi. Ini wajah tajam, rahang tegas, bibir penuh yang sekarang tersenyum lebar tanpa sadar. Rambut hitam acak-acakan tapi tetap keren. Tubuh tinggi, bahu lebar, lengan berotot dari latihan bela diri yang jelas-jelas gak bakal bisa dilakuin pecundang kayak gue

Gue.... ada di tubuh Revan.

Revan. Si pembully utama gue di kampus. Yang dulu suka ngejek badanku di depan cewek-cewek dengan bilang

"Gendut loe kayak babi, mana ada cewek mau liat loe telanjang?" Yang otaknya penuh dengan kelakuan dan obrolan misoginis serta merendahkan, mulutnya kotor, tapi tubuhnya... Tuhan, tubuh penuh dosanya ini sekarang jadi milik gue???

Tangan kanan gue masih memegang iPhone dengan kamera depan menyala. Gue sedang selfie di depan cermin. Dia lagi pakai hoodie Supreme hitam yang longgar tapi tetap nunjukin bentuk dada dan perut six-pack samar. Baunya......astaga.....ini pure seks. Kayaknya dia ngocok atau numpahin cum di hoodie ini, nyampur semua antara keringet, parfum Dior Sauvage dan entah berapa lama gak dicuci ini hoodie. Celana jeans sagging juga sama ini fix dipake ngewe atau semacamnya dan pinggang celana dalam PSD putih keliatan. Bokong yang kencang. Paha yang berotot. Dan di antara selangkangan.....

Sial. Ini ngaceng banget. Ini kontol monster......

Gue natep bayangan di cermin dengan napas tersengal. Mulut gue—mulut Revan—terbuka lebar, senyum genit yang biasa dia pakai buat ngerayu cewek. Tapi sekarang senyum itu keluar dari dalam diri gue dan gue gemeteran....bukan, bukan karena gugup, libido yang mendadak membanjiri otak ini gila-gilaan. Seumur hidup gue cuma bisa ngocok di kamar sambil liat bokep, sekarang tubuh ini kayak mesin seks kelas kakap.

"Sagapung banget," gue gumamkan dengan suara Revan yang dalam dan seksi. Tangan kiri gue tanpa sadar turun ke perut, mengusap otot perut yang keras. Kulitnya panas. Setiap sentuhan bikin listrik nyetrum ke selangkangan. Kontol di dalam celana dalam ini...... gede. Panjang. Berat. Udah ngaceng maksimal sampe kepala kontolnya ngepress kain hoodie.

Gue ingat semua. Kemarin gue masih di kamar kosanku yang bau apek, badan 110 kg, nonton bokep sambil coli sambil nangis karena nggak ada cewek yang mau sama gue. Malamnya tidur dengan doa aneh, "Kalo bisa gue jadi cowok hot..." Dan sekarang? Gue bangun di tubuh Revan.

Tangan kananku masih pegang HP, rekam video selfie tanpa sadar. Aku angkat hoodie pelan-pelan, nunjukin perut six-pack yang berkeringat tipis.

"Fuck... ini beneran badan gue sekarang?"

Gue tarik hoodie ke atas sampe dada. Putingnya kecil dan keras. Gue cubit pelan, dan langsung mendesah keras. "Aaaahh... enak banget." Suara gue—suara Revan—kedengeran kayak erangan porno. Libido ini nggak ketampung. Stamina bela diri yang dia punya sekarang jadi milikku. Aku bisa ngerasain otot paha menegang, bokong kencang, dan kontol yang berdenyut-denyut minta dilepasin.

Aku turun ke bawah. Buka kancing jeans pelan-pelan. Celana dalam PSD ketat banget karena boner. Aku tarik ke bawah. Plop. Kontol Revan—kontol gue sekarang—loncat keluar. Panjangnya minimal 18 cm, tebal, urat-urat menonjol, kepala merah mengkilap udah basah precum. Gue genggem dengan tangan kanan. Panas. Berat. Berdenyut kuat.

"Oh my god..." gue mulai gerakin tangan naik turun pelan. Rasanya beda banget dari kontol gemuk gue dulu. Ini sensitif banget. Setiap usapan bikin lutut lemes. Gue tatep cermin, liat wajah hot ini lagi mendesah, mata setengah merem, bibir terbuka, gue jadi ngeuh kenapa Revan dulu selalu pede. Tubuh ini memang dibuat buat ngentot dan dia jadinya pede mampus ngebawa diri dia kemana-mana

Bayangan mulai dateng. Gue bayangin Revan yang asli—pembully misoginis itu—pasti sering ngentot cewek di kamar mandi kampus. Sekarang gue yang di dalam tubuhnya. Gue ngebayangin cewek-cewek yang dulu dia ajak ngebully gue, yang dia bilang "pelacur" atau "cuma buat coli". Sekarang gue bisa bayangin mereka ngeliat tubuh ini, minta dientot.

Tangan kiri gue meremas bola-bola yang penuh. Berat. Penuh mani. Gue percepat gerakan.

"Ahh... fuck... enak... kontol gue gede banget..." Gue ngomong kotor pake mulut Revan. Otaknya yang misoginis kayak ikut nimbrung. "Gue mau entot semua cewek di kampus ini yang bagi gue hot... mereka pada ngiler liat tubuh gue ini..."

Gue angkat satu kaki ke wastafel, biar lebih leluasa. Posisi itu bikin otot paha dan bokong keliatan jelas di cermin. Gue jadinya malah coli lebih agresif. Tangan naik turun cepet. Precum udah netes-netes ke lantai marmer. Gue ngeliat bayangan diri sendiri—cowok hot, hoodie naik, kontol gede nongol, lagi coli gila-gilaan, kayak binatang coy.....

Sensasinya naik cepet. Stamina bela diri ini bikin aku tahan lama, tapi libido "sagapung" ini terlalu kuat. Aku mendesah keras, suara Revan bergema di kamar mandi. "Aaaahh... mau keluar... mau muncrat..."

Gue bayangin lagi: Gue (di tubuh Revan) lagi ngentot cewek di depan cermin ini. Dia ngerangkak, bokongnya ke belakang, gue pegang pinggul dia yang ramping untuk gue kontrol, kontol masuk keluar cepet. "Lo suka kontol gue yang gede ini, kan? Dulu lo ngejek gue gemuk, sekarang lo minta dientot sama tubuh gue!"

Gue nggak tahan lagi. Tubuh ini kejang. Otot perut six-pack menegang keras. Kontol berdenyut kuat-kuat.

Byurrr!

Muncrat pertama panjang banget, nyembur ke cermin. Putih kental. Muncrat kedua, ketiga, keempat... Gue erus coli sambil ngeliat mani Revan—mani yang sekarang jadi punya gue—nempel di cermin dan lantai. Banyak. Bau maskulin. Gue orgasme hampir 30 detik lamanya. Lutut gemeteran.

Gue ambruk sedikit ke dinding, masih pegang kontol yang masih setengah ngaceng. Napas ngos-ngosan. Senyum puas di wajah cermin.

Gue ambil HP, matiin rekaman. Foto selfie tadi masih ada. Tubuh hot ini lagi senyum lebar, hoodie agak berantakan, celana turun, kontol masih basah. Gue kirim ke diri sendiri (nomor lama gue) dengan caption:

"Lo dulu gemuk. Sekarang gue hot. Dan gue bakal pake tubuh ini buat balas dendam... sambil ngentot semua yang lo suka."

Gue cuci tangan, tapi nggak langsung mandi. Masih ada sisa libido. Gue liat tubuh ini lagi di cermin. Masih keras. Stamina bela diri emang kelas kakap.

Gue mulai lagi. Kali ini duduk di closet, kaki lebar, tangan kerja lebih pelan. Gue mau nikmatin setiap detik jadi Revan.

Selama berjam-jam di kamar mandi itu, gue coli berkali-kali. Bayangin skenario demi skenario. Dari missionary sambil liat wajah hot ini di cermin, doggy sambil tarik rambut cewek, sampe cowgirl di mana ceweknya naik di atas six-pack ini. Otak misoginis Revan bikin fantasi semakin kotor: "Semua cewek cuma lubang buat kontol gue."

Saat matahari mulai terbit, gue akhirnya keluar kamar mandi. Tubuh masih basah keringat dan mani. Tapi senyum gue lebar karena gue bukan pecundang gemuk lagi. Gue Revan Argantara Atmaja sekarang.

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I woke up with my heart pounding hard. My head was spinning like I’d been hit by a truck. My body felt… light. Too light. Usually when I woke up, my big fat belly felt heavy, my breathing was labored, and my thick thighs rubbed against each other. But this time? I felt… strong. Muscles tense under the skin, a narrow waist, and… fuck, this chest felt solid.

I opened my eyes slowly. A gray marble bathroom. A large mirror in front. And in that mirror…

It wasn’t me.

It wasn’t the round, acne-covered face I usually saw every morning. This was a sharp face, strong jawline, full lips now smiling widely without control. Messy black hair that still looked cool. A tall body, broad shoulders, muscular arms from martial arts training that clearly didn’t belong to a loser like me.

I… was in Revan’s body.

Revan. My main bully at campus. The guy who used to mock my body in front of girls, saying shit like “You’re a fat pig, who the hell would want to see you naked?” The one with a brain full of misogyny, a filthy mouth, but a body that… God, this body was now mine.

My right hand was still holding an iPhone with the front camera on. I was taking a mirror selfie. A loose black Supreme hoodie that still showed the shape of my chest and faint six-pack. Low-slung jeans, and the waistband of my BOSS underwear visible. A firm ass. Muscular thighs. And between my legs…

Fuck. I was rock hard.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, breathing heavily. My mouth—Revan’s mouth—was open wide, wearing that flirty smirk he used to seduce girls. But now that smirk was coming from inside me. I was trembling. The sudden flood of libido into this brain was insane. All my life I could only jerk off in my room while watching porn, but now this body felt like a high-class sex machine.

“So fucking horny I can’t hold it,” I muttered in Revan’s deep, sexy voice. My left hand unconsciously moved down to my abs, stroking the hard muscles. The skin was hot. Every touch sent electricity straight to my crotch. The cock inside these underwear… was huge. Long. Heavy. Already fully erect and pressing hard against the hoodie fabric.

I remembered everything. Yesterday I was still in my smelly boarding house room, 110 kg body, watching porn and crying while jerking off because no girl wanted me. That night I slept with a weird prayer, “If only I could become a hot guy…” And now? I woke up in Revan’s body.

My right hand was still holding the phone, unconsciously recording a video selfie. I slowly lifted the hoodie, revealing my six-pack abs glistening with a thin layer of sweat. “Fuck… is this really my body now?”

I pulled the hoodie higher until it reached my chest. My nipples were small and hard. I pinched them lightly and immediately moaned loudly. “Aaaahh… that feels so good.” My voice—Revan’s voice—sounded like straight-up porn. This libido was uncontainable. The martial arts stamina he had was now mine. I could feel my thigh muscles tightening, my firm ass, and my throbbing cock begging to be released.

I moved lower. Slowly unbuttoned my jeans. The BOSS underwear was stretched tight from my massive boner. I pulled it down. Plop. Revan’s cock—my cock now—sprang out. At least 18 cm long, thick, veiny, with a glistening red head already leaking precum. I grabbed it with my right hand. Hot. Heavy. Pulsing strongly.

“Oh my god…” I started stroking up and down slowly. It felt completely different from my old fat cock. This one was extremely sensitive. Every stroke made my knees weak. I stared at the mirror, watching this hot face moaning, eyes half-closed, lips parted. I realized why Revan used to be so confident. This body was literally made for fucking.

I lifted one leg onto the sink for better access. That position made my thighs and ass look even more defined in the mirror. I stroked faster. “Ahh… fuck… it feels so good… my cock is so big…” I talked dirty using Revan’s mouth. His misogynistic brain seemed to join in. “I’m gonna fuck every girl on campus… they’ll be drooling over this body…”

I imagined Revan—the original misogynistic bully—fucking girls in campus bathrooms. Now it was me inside his body. I pictured the girls he used to bully alongside me. The ones he called “sluts” or “only good for jerking off to.” Now I could imagine them seeing this body and begging to be fucked.

My left hand squeezed my heavy balls. Full of cum. I sped up. “Aaaahh… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna shoot…”

I pictured it again: Me (in Revan’s body) fucking a girl in front of this mirror. Her on all fours, ass pushed back, me gripping my now-toned hips, cock slamming in and out fast. “You like my big cock, huh? You used to mock me for being fat, now you’re begging to get fucked by this body!”

I couldn’t hold back anymore. This body convulsed. My six-pack abs tightened hard. My cock throbbed violently.

Spluuurrt!

The first shot was long and powerful, splattering onto the mirror. Thick white cum. Second, third, fourth… I kept stroking while watching Revan’s cum—my cum now—stick to the mirror and floor. So much. Musky masculine scent. I orgasmed for nearly 30 seconds. My knees were shaking.

I slumped slightly against the wall, still holding my half-hard cock. Breathing heavily. A satisfied grin on the face in the mirror.

“This… is just the beginning,” I whispered.

I stopped the recording on my phone. The selfie photo was still there. This hot body smiling wide, hoodie messy, pants down, cock still wet. I sent it to my old number with the caption: “You used to be fat. Now I’m the hot one. And I’m going to use this body for revenge… while fucking everyone you wanted.”

I washed my hands but didn’t shower right away. There was still leftover libido. I looked at this body in the mirror again. Still hard. The martial arts stamina was truly world-class.

I started again. This time sitting on the toilet, legs spread wide, stroking slower. I wanted to savor every second of being Revan.

For hours in that bathroom, I jerked off multiple times. Fantasizing scenario after scenario. From missionary while watching this hot face in the mirror, to doggy while pulling a girl’s hair, to cowgirl where she rode on top of these abs. Revan’s misogynistic brain made the fantasies even filthier: “All girls are just holes for my cock.”

When the sun started rising, I finally left the bathroom. My body was still wet with sweat and cum. But my smile was wide.

I was no longer the fat loser.

[aindomen]

Indra provided for you really well financially, but he's an emotional and physical terrorist and you cannot stand him any longer for behaving so harshly to you. That's why you decided to conspire with the family driver to toss Indra's soul to the creek behind the villa as his limp, soulless body filled by the driver's soul that greatly appreciate his "promotion" to become Indra Gunawarman himself

Seems like after this weekend, you two need to find a new driver

[possessedesires]

Holiday Stowaway

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Holiday Stowaway

— Do you want to adjust your swimsuit?

— I'm already bored! Why don't we go to the hotel instead? – My "boyfriend" rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses, twisting his mouth uncomfortably – I want to play something on my phone or something. We can go to the bar!

— I didn't tell you to come in the first place.

— I thought it would be more fun, Jay!

The truth is... that wasn't my boyfriend. It was my cousin, Simon. He had just started college, was slim, somewhat short, and had trouble socializing. It wasn't like he was exactly rolling in dough at the moment, always eyeing what he wanted and wanting it from someone else.

And unfortunately, it turned out that his focus this time was on my boyfriend, John.

We had both saved enough money to go to the beach for almost two weeks, without worrying about work, overspending, or anything other than getting a tan, enjoying each other's company, and swimming. Or at least that was the plan until a stowaway sneaked inside.

— I told you. If you want this to be over, just get out.

— Ha. And miss out on this? No way!

— Then shut up and stick to the itinerary we both planned.

"John" rolled his eyes, still fiddling with his swimsuit. I knew perfectly well that he wanted to get his hands on what was underneath, and I wasn't about to let him.

This was supposed to be a perfect vacation. Shit!

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I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it.

Remember that in the coming months, I'll mostly be posting summer-themed stories. Other series you enjoy, like Haunted, Slipped, and others, will still be available, but I'll try to give them a more summery feel. I hope you're enjoying it!

I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

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[aindomen]

Indra provided for you really well financially, but he's an emotional and physical terrorist and you cannot stand him any longer for behaving so harshly to you. That's why you decided to conspire with the family driver to toss Indra's soul to the creek behind the villa as his limp, soulless body filled by the driver's soul that greatly appreciate his "promotion" to become Indra Gunawarman himself

Seems like after this weekend, you two need to find a new driver

[manpossessstory]

Jemin the Demon Origin Story

This is me, except I'm not the real Jemin and he's long gone. Confused? Let me tell you how he came to be my permanent vessel.

Three years ago...

This was my old self. One night three years ago, I had become bored of my life in Hell so I decided to wreak havoc on Earth. I decided to find myself a permanent vessel on Earth and create chaos.

I went around the city looking for the perfect vessel when I came across this guy. He was with his girlfriend on their way home from a white party, based on their clothes.

I decided to have some fun and made myself invisible. I followed him as he took his girlfriend home, all the while thinking to myself that once I'M in control, he can forget having a girlfriend as I will go around town getting myself fucked by men.

Once he dropped his girlfriend home and got home, I followed him inside. When he took off his clothes to take a shower, I realised that his bracelet has a protective charm, making me realise that he is a religious Christian.

However, I realised that I can still work around it if he would just take it off, so I waited and lo and behold, he took it off and put it on the sink. And just my luck, he was preoccupied with putting his clothes on that same sink that he didn't realise he dropped it into the sink, giving me the chance.

I immediately made myself visible again and approached him.

"Hello human... ready to have your life changed?" Hearing my voice coming out of thin air, Jemin immediately turned around and screamed in shock at seeing me.

"D-D-D-Demon!" He quickly went to the sink to put on the bracelet again, but realised he lost it.

"Your dumb ass dropped it inside the sink when you put your clothes in it hahaha."

"W-What the fuck do you want!"

Teleporting to beside him, I whisper into his ear, "I wanna make a deal."

"I want you to willingly accept me as a vessel, and in return, I will let you experience all the pleasures that I can give you."

"N-No! Fuck you! Begone demon! You're not welcome here!" Fortunately for me, I had strong powers so those words had no effect on me and he realised it.

"Well then, looks like you want to do this the hard way then." With a snap of my fingers, I lifted him up off the bathroom floor and tied his hands up with invisible binds.

"You should have taken up on my offer... you know, we could have lived in harmony, but instead you chose to do this the hard way."

Then I snapped my fingers, causing his body to convulse as he felt his soul coming out from his chest.

When it came out, his body fell to the floor and his soul was an orange orb floating in mid air.

I then wasted no time and cut his empty husk open like a costume, entering feet first. The moment I stepped inside, my feet fit him like a glove and since the real owner is kicked out, entering was easy without any resistance.

Then, once both feet are already inside, I put in my cock next, aligning it with his. Once it became one, the cock grew bigger and is waiting for release, making me moan slightly.

Meanwhile, his soul is wandering around the room, screaming to give him his body back, but I taunted him.

"Told ya ya should've taken my deal. Now, suffer the consequences of your choice." And I continued the process.

Then came the chest. It was a tight fit, but once we merged our chest, I rubbed it a little like it was made of latex and adjusted it to make them bigger.

Now, for his hands, they were a lot easier and they fit like a literal glove. Once it was just the head, I put it on my head like a full face mask.

Once fully in, I laughed out loud. "HAHAHAHA, FINALLY!" I cracked my new neck and marvelled at my new body. Damn this body is fucking powerful!

"Well thank you Jemin for the body, but I'm not done with you yet!"

Before he can ask what am I gonna do to him, I took the orb in my hand and swallows it, allowing his memories to flood my brain and give me an arousing headache as all the jolts in my brain gave me a growing boner.

"Nooo!!!" Was all he could say before he fully dissipated, and all that is left is his stolen memories that I have gained.

Then, I went to the bedroom mirror and smirked while taking a selfie to record. "Day 1 of becoming a powerful demon in disguise and it's fucking great!"

Then as I began exploring this new body of mine and thinking of buying myself a lingerie to lure man in, I suddenly thought of an idea.

What if I go back to Hell, but this time, I'm gonna cause Hell to be destroyed and let the demons run loose? I chuckled as I marveled at the thought while pinching my new nipples.

After hours of playing with myself and giving myself a makeshift dildo out to penetrate my new ass, I conjured myself a dark suit to enter the Underworld in style and start Hell's downfall.

[forthegaze123]

Couldn't Stop Touching

Rick couldn’t stop touching.

The spell miraculously worked. One second he was the 48-year-old flabby pervert landlord who had spent a year secretly filming his tenant through the vents; the next he was inside Tyler’s 22-year-old body, sitting comfortably, legs spread in the chair, hands already on the glistening abs.

“Fuck, Tyler,” Rick groaned out loud, voice deep and thick with lust. “These abs are even harder than it looks. I can feel every single ridge under my palms. So warm. So fucking tight.”

His big new hands pressed flat against the lower eight-pack, fingers spreading wide just like in the opening frames. The skin was slick, hot, and impossibly smooth. He dragged his palms upward slowly, feeling each muscle pop and flex beneath his touch.

“Goddamn… one… two… three… four… all the way up. You spent years building this for the girls, didn’t you? Now it’s mine to play with whenever I want.”

Tyler’s voice exploded inside his head, furious and terrified. “Rick! You sick fucking bastard! Get out of my body right now!”

Rick laughed, the sound rumbling through his new broad chest. “Too late, kid. The spell made it permanent. I broke the magic wand anyway. You’re sitting in the backseat right now, and I’m here wearing yours like a custom suit. And I’m going to break it in properly.”

His hands slid back down, thumbs tracing the deep cuts of the obliques, then brushing the waistband of the tight light-blue jeans. He could already feel the heavy cock starting to swell inside them.

“Feel that twitch? Your straight cock is getting hard for me. For a man’s hands all over your body. How’s that feel, Tyler?”

“Stop—don’t you fucking touch it!” Tyler’s mental voice cracked.

Rick ignored him, one hand staying on the abs while the other reached for the small round mirror on the desk. He held it up, angling it so he could stare into Tyler’s handsome face while his other hand kept rubbing slow circles over the shiny muscle.

“Look at us,” he whispered, voice husky. “That jawline. Those lips. This fucking stubble scratching my fingers. You were always the hot college stud everyone wanted. Now this face is going to be moaning around thick cock and begging for loads. It suits better.”

He licked his new lips slowly in the mirror, watching the reflection obey. Then he dragged two fingers down his own cheek, feeling the rasp of stubble.

“Even the smell is perfect. Your pit musk is rising every time I move my arms. I used to steal your gym shirts just to sniff them while I jerked off. Now I get the real thing straight from the source.”

He lifted one arm and buried his nose in the pit, inhaling deeply. The sharp, masculine scent made his cock throb violently against the denim.

Tyler’s voice was quieter now, shaky. “Why… why does it feel so good when you do that? I’m straight, Rick. I have a girlfriend…”

“Not anymore,” Rick growled, setting the mirror aside for a moment so both hands could work. He popped the button on the jeans and slowly dragged the zipper down. The heavy cock sprang free, thick, veined, already leaking. “This body belongs to a gay man now. My gay mind is in charge now, and it’s going to teach you exactly how good it feels to be used.”

He wrapped one strong hand around the shaft and gave a slow, deliberate stroke from base to head, smearing the pre-cum. The sensation was electric—far more intense than anything his old body had ever felt.

“Fuck… so sensitive. Every stroke makes the abs clench. I can feel your balls tightening already. You’re going to cum so hard for me, Tyler. And you’re going to feel every single rope.”

He stroked faster, the wet sound filling the room, his other hand still rubbing the cum-slick abs in time with each pump. Tyler’s protests were getting weaker, mixing with helpless little mental moans.

“Oh god… Rick… it’s too much… I can feel everything…”

“Fuck yeah, that’s right,” Rick panted, voice rough. “Feel it. Feel how good it is when a real man takes your body and makes it cum like a whore. This load is mine. This orgasm is mine. And after I paint these abs white, I’m going to rub it in and do it all over again.”

His back arched. The powerful thighs in the half-open jeans tensed. The deep voice that used to belong to Tyler broke into a long, guttural moan as the orgasm hit like a freight train.

“Fuuuuck—yes! Take it, Tyler! Feel every fucking pulse! HAAARGHHHHHH!”

Thick ropes of cum splattered across the glistening abs and chest, some even hitting the window in front of him. Rick kept stroking through it, milking every drop, watching the muscles jump and flex under the hot mess.

When it finally ended he lay there panting, one hand lazily smearing the cum into the skin, the other lifting the mirror again so he could admire the flushed, satisfied face staring back at him.

Tyler’s voice was small, dazed, almost broken. “It… it felt so good. I couldn’t stop it. What’s happening to me?”

Rick smiled at his reflection, slow and predatory, and dragged two cum-covered fingers across his new lips.

“Conversion, baby. You'll get used to it. And we’re only just getting started. This body is mine now. And every single day I’m going to remind you exactly who’s in charge… while you beg me for more.”

[manpossessstory]

Demon Revenge

Tin was doing some work for church when all of a sudden, a demon appeared in front of him. "Hey Tin... remember me?"

"W-WHAT THE FUCK?! WE BANISHED YOU!" Tin screamed out.

"That's just what I wanted you to think..." the demon slowly approached Tin. "I knew it would happen, so the moment you banished me, I may have faked being exorcised while at the same time I decided to take root in your body, which is why you passed out during the whole ordeal hehe..."

"N-no, get the fuck away from me!"

Tin tried to get away, but something froze him in place and zipped his mouth shut.

"Oh oops! Did I forget to mention? The moment I took you over, I planted a seed of myself in you so that you'd be slowly corrupted and controlled by me hehehe..."

"MMRGHHH!" As Tin continued to scream to no avail, the demon ordered/forced him to take off his clothes and unzipped Tin's mouth.

"P-please! Just let me go!!" Tin begged, now crying at his eventual fate.

"Oh Tin... this is gonna be the last time you ever cross me... and by the way... that holy water you threw on me is a real bitch... and you're gonna PAY!"

The demon then turned to smoke and entered Tin's mouth, causing him to convulse and fall to the floor.

As the body was filled whole by the demon's presence and his bones continued to crack from the whole ordeal, Tin tried to resist the possession and takeover, but the demon started to force him to jerk off, making it harder to resist.

Eventually, Tin lost the battle and the demon was able to takeover.

"Finally..." the demon exclaimed in triumph as he sat up and took a good look at his new body.

"The bitch tried to exorcise me but ended up 'accepting' me into his body hahaha..." the demon, now Tin, laughed as he touched his new muscles and nipples.

"But I think I have a better idea... what about I let him back in but I'll erase any memory of this incident... he'll think that his horniness is just normal and that there's nothing wrong while I slowly corrupt him hehehe..."

Then, the demon retreated into the back of Tin's mind and the body fell to the floor.

Moments later, Tin woke up. "W-what the... why am I naked? And w-wait, did I just cum?! Oh well, I mean I guess it's normal, but why did I even jerk off...?"

In Tin's mind, the demon was laughing at this. "Oh human... we're just getting started."

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Over the next few days, Tin went about his life as normal, but due to the demon's machinations, he found himself getting horny every single day and buying for himself thongs and a dildo. He even went on to make an OnlyFans account to stream himself wearing lingerie and pleasuring himself.

His crisis of conscience was a great one, as he knew this was wrong but the demon was controlling everything he does, pretong to be his sub-conscience and telling him that it's okay.

Eventually, one night, he was about to take a shower when suddenly, he felt a splitting headache, and fell onto the bed while screaming out, "AARGH WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?! M-MY HEAD-"

Suddenly, his soul dissipated into nothingness, and his body grew still.

Then his body stood up, but it's the demon in control. "Finally... that little bitch is gone from this world and I'M in control mwahahahaha!!"

Then he touched the lingerie that Tin was wearing and chuckled.

"Damnnn I can't believe this little bitch didn't realise it was me controlling his every move... oh well, at least I got a new hotshot body from this hehehe."

What followed was a night of pleasuring himself with a dildo and fingering, before the demon begins planning his next step.