#body takeover

[beuxwhoyouare]

I Will Get What I Want

I think many people will empathize but I’m nothing special. Sure I work out and am sort of conventionally decent looking but queer people always struggle with internalized misogyny. So when it comes to dating, I’m not masc enough for most and not fem enough for others. My fluidity doesn’t open itself up to a flock of potential suitors on dating apps. I’ve become pretty resigned to the fact that I’ll be good enough for anyone, not in a pathetic way, more like a self aware one. So imagine my reaction when I matched with Izzy.

The biracial, 6’1” god was so conventionally attractive and my god his sense of humor was so good. For once in my life the man struck up the conversation with me first and we quickly decided to schedule a date. For weeks we went on the best dates, very innocent though get your mind out of the gutter (for now). Pho, bowling, museum tours, we did so much and one thing is for sure I was swooning. I’m a pretty serious person so this felt pretty exciting, like I finally found someone I could call my guy, the one, my partner.

But as all good things in my life go, there was a rug about to be pulled from under me. We had just been on a date the day before when I get a message from him on IG.

“Hey I really like hanging out but I think right now I need to focus on me. I think I’m a sex addict.”

My stomach dropped….what? We weren’t doing anything…was he seeing other people on the side and never said anything? I was so rattled. I didn’t know how to try to be supportive, but also ask the questions I wanted to know the answers to.

All I could muster up to type was a measly,

“I understand.”

Pathetic. I hated myself for not exploding at him. Especially after his follow up.

“I want to work on myself but we can still be friends.”

I was so gobsmacked by the demotion. From the best dates of my life to….friend. Oh my god what a freaking mess. I was so angry.

A few days went by and he texted me asking if I still wanted to hang out on our normal date night. My weak stupid idiot self said sure and we continued that way for a month. Then out of nowhere a conversation become slightly flirty and I lashed out.

“I thought you said you were an addict. Why are you being so flirty and forward now?”

“Well I mean I could be down to do some stuff with a good friend?”

My stomach fell again. Some stuff…like I’m a piece of meat. But as you may have realized by now I’m a little weak. I reluctantly agreed but didn’t know what to expect since we never did much when we dated.

That day is when I met a completely different Izzy than I knew up to that point. I arrived to his apartment instead of a date spot and he opened the door.

I tried to avoid a looney tunes-esque jaw drop to not stroke his ego after hurting me so much. While I had seem him shirtless on his profile, our dates were always clothed. Being welcomed by that big chest and sweats vulgarly draped over a thick salami I had never met, nearly sent my hormones into overdrive. He wasted no time acting charismatically nice to me before our TV watching became frisky. He pushed me over on his bed and held me down with all of his weight before coming in to whisper demands to me. I was gobsmacked but this was everything I wanted right? I silently obeyed and had the night of my life….that I could remember. But I’ll never forget that first moment he flipped me around and yanked off my pants. A gentle pressure became immense before I gasped. I thought I took all I could but he showed me I could take more and more. Inch after inch in length and girth entered and so did more gasps. At some point I thought I would pass out but then I locked in and only felt pleasure. This would continue for months.

I became used to our hang outs, I mean who wouldn’t? Easy on the eyes, he’d feed me, then breed me. It was the life but then one day after our fun he randomly interjected that a new client at work asked him out on a date and he said yes. They had already been on two dates and he told me he wanted to ask him to start dating. My world collapsed again. What do you mean you just that to me and you have secretly been dating someone else?!

We only hung out sporadically after that and never intimate again. Then he posted his new partner on his social media story….my world spiraled again.

Oh of course he’d be a heartthrob too….I spiraled down a rabbit hole after that. I found out his name was Henry. I loathed how they were stunning apart and together.

Sure he was stunning but there’s no way he made him laugh like I did, there’s no way he gave him all the pleasure that I did…..well that’s not true. He looked like he did I significantly better than I did. Okay okay but I am funnier.

It consumed every facet of my life until my algorithm served me exactly what would be the answer I sought. A permanent possession spell. All I had to do was order from some sketchy website and follow the ritual with the materials they sent. But one thing was clear….its a one way trip. I racked my brain with the decision as I sat in my sad studio apartment watching a box of ritual ingredients. Screw it, I brewed the tea-like concoction and waited until I felt anything. It tasted like nothing but boy did I FEEL it. It felt like I developed the largest splitting migraine in my life coupled with some sick nausea. I ran to the restroom to vomit and as I prepared to go everything went dark. I opened what I thought were my eyes groggily when I looked down to see myself…..I tried to feel a pulse but a force blocked me from touching myself. That was it. My whole life just upended over jealousy….

If this was forever, then I have to make it worth it. I hurried over to Izzy’s place and not a moment too soon. Henry had just arrived, talking to Izzy in the kitchen, well more like they were frisky while cooking some food. I watched as they sat next to each other at the table nearly inside each other as they attempted to eat. It made me sick. Izzy whispered all the things he wanted to do to Henry in the sensual way he used to in my ear. That’s for me not HIM! As my man sauntered his way up the stairs leaving Henry to clean up. I pounced.

If I could have choked him out I would, but instead my hand began the process. I tried to place my hand around his neck but instead his body magnetically pulled me in. He struggled as he tried to turn off the water and yell upstairs for help. But my lust for Izzy was too strong for Henry’s desire to pilot his own body. After a few minutes I gained control of my much shorter form. He may be shorter than me but his beautifully tanned body was stacked with hard muscle and god what a bubble butt I told myself as I grasped it with a firm squeeze. That’s when his consciousness reached its loudest pleading for me to stop.

Saved by the bell as Izzy silently swooped down to sweep me off my feet and up to his bed. The playbook was the same although I hated to admit there was something in these interactions that was missing when he filled me. Passion. I knew how to take him and all his girth in my body but Henry was a pro in ways I didn’t know you could be. He bent me and held my legs in ways you see in all those crazy videos. He told me to get on my knees and almost as if reflexive I was there.

This view was electric and thank god. It was the only way to get rid of Henry forever. Izzy’s massive chest sent me over the edge. Rope after rope of my new babies flowed out, not just clearing my mind of hormones but excavating the former operator of this body. Henry was juiced out and I was about to have some new juices put in.

All that to say, I guess I didn’t introduce myself yet. My name’s “Henry,” me and my new husband Izzy are in the honeymoon villa and we would love if you could bring us some more towels and those margaritas.

[thirsty-lakedream]

Acting Natural

Damn it, I really didn’t think this through.

Sure I was pissed at my DL hookup for never appreciating me and acting like I don’t exist, but my revenge is getting out of control and I don’t know how much more of his life I can take. Let me back up.

Some months ago I matched with this guy on Grindr and we hit it off, but when I met up it turned out to be Josh Foreman, star of our college’s wrestling team. He wasn’t out of the closet and even had a girlfriend but still wanted to hook up on the down low. Now I wasn’t complaining, getting his 10 inches with no real commitment was good for a while. But eventually I realized he saw me as nothing but a bootycall. My last straw was when he invited me to his fraternity’s big semester rager just to embarrass me and belittle me in front of his meathead friends. After that night I was done with him, but not before I came up with a devious plan.

I had heard of bodysuit technology. A small syringe filled with a solution to turn someone into a wearable skinsuit, with an accompanying one to turn them back. The plan was to prick Josh with the serum, wear him and parade him around like an idiot. Maybe record a video of him jacking off to some gay porn then leak it to the whole school. Then after, I would simply turn him back then and let him deal with the aftermath! It was perfect!

After spending a good 24 hours in his body making him look like a complete fool, I was ready to return him then dump him off at the front of his frat house. But when I opened the box, the reversion syringe was broken! The mysterious blue serum that would have changed him back to a regular person was spilled and dried on the sides of the cardboard package.

Now It’s been 2 weeks since, and I’ve been stuck living his life. I tried to order a replacement, but the stupid company that makes the serums is apparently backordered and I haven’t heard any word of getting a new order of the reversion syringe! Unfortunately for me, I know if one of the schools star athletes suddenly disappeared, there would be chaos, so I’ve had no choice but to continue the charade of being Josh since. All I can do is act natural and pretend to be him so no one is the wiser of what I did to him.

The only problem is though I outwardly present as him, I am nowhere as physically strong nor have the endurance as him, which is what is really being used.

“Foreman! Focus up, you are really struggling! 20 more reps then we start skirmishes” The head coach barks at me.

I try to hide my intense out of breath demeanor. Our school has a big match on Friday, I’m just hoping I can acquire that syringe by then, or else I’m in real hot water.

[yiso-ghost07]

Bodywork

The sky was tinted white and blue as the sun set behind a few clouds. It was a day like any other in the city park. The leaves on the trees moved slightly in the warm wind. Gary moved around, letting himself be carried by the flow of the wind. To anyone else, that phrase might seem strange, but Gary was a ghost.

He didn't remember what his life had been like, or how he died, or how old he was. He was sure he was an adult and must be from the area, but nothing more. He didn't remember much of the sensations of the living either, and seeing people sneaking around from time to time, he couldn't help but sigh. Sure, he knew he was capable of taking control of people, but it was a very strenuous exercise. The first time he tried it, entering a college freshman at a party, he was able to eat and taste whatever he wanted, but he was violently expelled by the young man's soul and Gary couldn't even move for several hours; the second time, he occupied the body of a dog in a house and, although it lasted longer and he was able to experience what it felt like to be bathed and dried, when he came out he couldn't do anything for days. Since then, Gary was careful when it came to possessing people, so he reserved it for special occasions.

And what a special occasion it was that afternoon: Gary wanted to experience life again.

Gary continued floating, invisible to the people around him, until he reached a fountain. There he saw who he wanted to control. That man, Daniel, was exercising by jogging a little in the park like every morning. He had a singular beauty and a very well-worked body.

The ghost had been watching him for a few days and already knew that that man wouldn't do much more that day, so he could take advantage of it to explore those desires he had. Besides, it had been a long time since he had done it last.

When Daniel seemed to change his route, a sign that he was leaving, Gary followed him. In a matter of minutes, they arrived at the man's apartment. Gary was excited about it and planned where he was going to enter.

Gary patiently floated into Daniel's room, watching as the man prepared for his post-workout routine. Daniel, oblivious to the ghost's presence, stripped off his sweaty clothes and headed to the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. The sound of water running through the shower echoed through the small apartment, mingling with the murmur of the wind coming through the open window.

While Daniel showered, Gary curiously explored the surroundings. The apartment was simple, but cozy. The walls were adorned with a series of drawings, all hand-drawn. As he got closer, Gary could see that the drawings depicted attractive people in various poses, some with ecstatic expressions, others with vacant or lost looks. What caught his attention most were the small details that revealed a peculiar theme: the characters seemed to be possessed, their eyes shining with an unearthly glow.

The discovery made a spark of excitement run through Gary. “This guy… He draws about ghosts taking over hot men!” he thought in amazement. The idea of ​​Daniel sharing such a fetish sparked a naughty desire in him to make those fantasies a reality. After all, it was rare to find someone who not only accepted the possibility of possession, but enjoyed it in such a creative way. “Let’s see if it’s a real thing…” thought Gary.

As Daniel emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, Gary followed as he made his way to the small work table by the window. Daniel dried his hair, changed into some comfortable clothes, and sat down, preparing his drawing tablet and stylus. There was something meditative about the way Daniel prepared his tools, as if he were entering a creative trance.

Gary knew this was his chance.

As Daniel began to trace the first lines on the paper, Gary slid towards the pencil, his ethereal essence surrounding it before penetrating it. At first, Daniel didn't notice anything strange, focused on his work. But as he moved forward, he felt something different, a slight tremor in the hand holding the pencil, as if the object had a life of its own.

Gary smiled internally, feeling in complete control of the pencil. He moved the pencil gently, occasionally interrupting Daniel's hand, causing erratic strokes that damaged the sketches. At first, Daniel thought it was his device's screen, so he restarted it, but when he continued his work, the same problems occurred: his arm would inexplicably slip, pulled by the stylus.

“What the fuck…” Daniel said, and felt the stylus vibrate even more in his hand. He didn’t know it, but it was Gary, who had gotten excited at hearing his voice. Daniel let go and put down his tablet. “Maybe I better get some sleep, my hand is shaking a lot,” he said to himself, so he got up and lay down on the bed.

“Now it’s time…” Gary thought and had already pulled half of his spectral body out of the stylus when it came back to him with a new idea. “Let’s see if you really enjoy it, Daniel…”

Gary floated the stylus to the bed, at the man’s feet. It was a pure delight that Daniel was sleeping face down. Slowly, the ghost began to drag the stylus along the man's semi-hairy legs like someone caressing a canvas before capturing an image. This caused a tickling sensation that, while not waking Daniel, made him vibrate a little and exhale a little heavier than usual.

For some reason, this excited Gary a little more. The prospect of inducing arousal in a state as vulnerable as sleep was more than tempting.

He continued to gently brush the stylus, entering under the man's shorts, sliding through the soft white fabric of his underwear, and reaching the area with the asterisk.

"So tempting..." the ghost whispered and, unable to contain himself any longer, inserted the stylus.

Immediately, Daniel groaned and flinched. However, in the time it took him to wake up and turn around to see what was happening, Gary took the opportunity to release his essence from the stylus and spread it throughout the rest of his body. The tingling sensation it caused was as terrifying as it was exciting. His mind told him to shake it off, to try to get rid of what was foreign, but he decided not to resist. The way Gary took control of him was so pleasurable that he just moaned.

In a matter of seconds, Gary took control of Daniel's arms and, seeing that his dick was just as happy, he took the opportunity to pull down his pants, uncover that enormous cock, and massage it. Taking advantage of the sexy hunk's weakness, the ghost took complete control of his body.

"This is what you like, isn't it, Daniel?" the ghost taunted, hitting his belly with his hard cock. "Beings like me taking control of sexy hunks like you, huh? Well..." He jacked off for a few seconds.  “You’ll have firsthand experience for your stories…” he said before continuing to enjoy one of the pleasures of human life… before being thrown out again.

[yisony07]

Real Target

A few hours after noon, Oskar was watching from the bushes a couple standing in front of a metal bench talking in the middle of a somewhat crowded park. One of them was Jake, the smallest of the two, and with a somewhat tired look. But the one who interested Oskar the most was the other, Christopher, who spoke to Jake with a carefree smile that gave him an involuntary sex appeal, with the curious way his tight shirt fit against his pecs.

Oskar, eager to prove what was hidden under there, couldn't help but stir inside the bush, although he didn't care at all. The unusual blizzard hid his presence. They were the perfect conditions for the being to enjoy that view. And how to blame him? Oskar had spent the afterlife wandering around the park near the university looking with envy at the shameless way in which others enjoyed his sensations; He really missed being able to feel pleasure, being able to kiss, experience carnal desires, and when he discovered that he was capable of possessing by chance when he took the form of a dog that wanted to urinate by placing itself where he was a few days ago, with someone as attractive as Christopher, Oskar knew what he wanted to do. Oskar slid his semi-blue, semi-transparent body across the black asphalt until he reached the bench so he could hear what they were saying and see if he had a chance.

“So, what did you decide to do with Carla?” Jake asked, as if the topic didn't matter to him that much.

“I broke up with her and honestly, it didn't hurt at all…” both men laughed lightly.

So he is without commitment, Oskar thought, increasingly convinced of his decision. But it can't be now, Oskar thought. He never liked attention, and he suspected that taking possession of Christopher wouldn't be so easy under those circumstances. If his mind is as strong as his body, it wouldn't be the best, he told himself.

“So… will you come to my apartment now to play?”

“Well of course, bro,” Jake replied, “although I'll go later, maybe in the evening, I have to finish some things, you know…” he winked and Christopher snorted.

“Well,” he said, adjusting his backpack. “I'll take a nap while you arrive.”

“Got it.”

Oskar watched his loot walk away, blending into the crowd. The ghost grimaced and looked towards Jake, who seemed to slink away. Curiosity overcame the spirit, so he found himself following it. Jake walked towards the nearest shopping center and entered one of the cubicles. Oskar crept over to the toilet where he went, and watched stealthily as Jake unbuttoned his pants, pulled down his boxers, and revealed his not very erect penis.

Jake peed for a few seconds while letting out a loud sigh. He took a piece of toilet paper, wiped his meatus and was about to put his pants back on when he felt his phone vibrate.

After throwing away the paper, Jake proceeded to take out his cell phone. He checked it and instantly his cock became erect. "Hell already, these pussies look very sexy, ready to take a good hammer," he commented, biting his lip for a moment.

Faced with such a cock right in front of him, Oskar did not waste the opportunity. "Here we go!" he said before launching himself headlong into that pinkish glans.

It took Jake several seconds to realize what was happening. The sudden low temperatures he felt on his dick made him look down and he was surprised to see a bluish mass snaking in his pisshole.

"What the...!!" he shouted, but was cut off by a moan coming from himself. Oskar entered little by little while Jake waved his hands around his penis to grab or scare the ghost away, but to no avail. "Get… out… fuck… ah yeah… no…get… of… me!!" 

He screamed and crashed back into the door. A feeling of repulsive pleasure ran through his body as Oskar entered him. It was nauseating and yet exciting, sensual, pleasurable... Jake could do nothing but moan until all of Oskar entered him.

Jake's body began to shake uncontrollably, hitting the walls of the cubicle. A cold, gelatinous sensation spread and spread inside the man's body. Only screams and grunts of pleasure came from Jake's mouth, and as all of Oskar occupied every inch of Jake, his body fell to the floor with a thud, missing the toilet.

Jake opened his eyes slowly, but they had taken on a bluish hue. He was no longer the same: Oskar was in control.

"Whew... that was a battle..." Oskar whispered between gasps. He took Jake's cell phone, put it in one of his pockets and stood up, fixing his pants. He watched his new arms, a little hairier and thicker than before, his chest rising and falling as he breathed at an increasingly regular pace, and the way his clothes (especially his pants) fit around his body, giving a suggestive connotation to Jake's casual clothing. "But it was worth like hell," he added, running his new hands over his new abdomen, his bulge slightly noticeable.

Someone knocked on the cubicle door.  “Hey, man, is everything okay? You were yelling and there was a lot of noise…”

 “No, no, don't worry,” Jake said through Oskar;  the feeling of his new voice running down his throat was warm, though not entirely perfect. “I saw a huge insect and I have a phobia of them, so I went crazy, hehehe…” he explained quickly.

 “Okay, happy rest of the afternoon!”

“Yeah, bye…” Oskar bent down to check that no one else was in the bathroom so he could leave safely. Once he verified it, he opened the cubicle. “Now, to the main plate,” he added before leaving the public bathroom.

Christopher had never been the type of boy to believe in spirits, ghosts, or paranormal activities. He lived his life with complete tranquility without thinking that those kinds of things could affect him, being a university student a few semesters away from starting his thesis. He didn't have many friends and had ended an unsatisfactory relationship, but that's how he preferred it: he didn't want to get involved with anything.

He was curled up in his bed just minutes after saying goodbye to Jake. He was hoping to get some sleep before his video game night with his pal Jake. He just closed his eyes when he heard someone knock on the door. A shiver ran down his spine as he stood up.

“Who will it be at this time?” he wondered as he got out of bed. He only had on shorts and sandals. He walked to the door and was surprised when, upon opening it, he found Jake leaning on the threshold.

There was something different, it seemed to Chris, because he didn't remember his friend looking like that... well, like he had upgraded. And there was something about it that seemed strange to him.

“Jake! I thought you would be here later,” Chris said and stepped aside for Jake to enter. “I haven't prepared anything.”

“Oh, don't worry,” Jake responded as he looked around Chris's apartment as if for the first time. “My matter ended earlier than expected.”

“That's nice,” Chris said as he closed the door. “Sit over there and settle in as I prepare everything.”

“Oh, no need,” Jake said. He curled his lips into a lopsided smile before slowly approaching Chris.

"What's up dude? You look strange,” Chris said, confused by Jake's way of acting, but before he could ask anything else, Jake launched into kissing him on the lips. He had been very passionate, more than he would have received from any girl, and yet, Chris couldn't help but push Jake, causing him to fall on his ass on the floor. “Bro, what the fuck!!” He shouted, looking at Jake with a mixture of disgust and intrigue while he “wiped” his mouth.

"What's happening? I didn't think you'd take it like that,” Jake replied, standing up, observing Chris's face and body with unusual intensity. “I always wanted to do it… I love you!”

That statement made something shake in Chris' mind. Who had been his friend since they entered university, with whom he shared classes, laughs and afternoons of games, who had even been there for him when he talked about his experiences with women, was in love with him? That same person who had kissed him like that out of nowhere, joining his lips with his and tasting his tongue?

It was the craziest thing that had happened in his life and yet... he couldn't deny that he had liked him; In fact, he noticed that his penis had even hardened. And it wasn't until that moment, when Chris realized that Jake's eyes had a bluish tint.

“Jake… your eyes look different,” Chris said as if he were in a little trance, as if there was nothing else he wanted to do but admire his mate.

"So?" Jake said with a mischievous little smile and approached again. “Are they more… pretty?”

Something deep inside Chris wanted to run away from there, get away from that creep at any cost. But that desire was as foreign as if it were an intrusive thought. Jake suddenly looked attractive and, despite his build being inferior to his in several ways, desirable.

“They're so much sexier,” Chris whispered, surrendering to the man in front of him, and, surrendering to his own feelings, he reciprocated the kiss Jake gave him instantly. The part of Chris that wanted to flee screamed in his mind, but he was drowned out by the pleasure coursing through his body. Chris didn't react negatively when Jake put his hands on his chest, rubbing him gently, but instead wrapped his arms around his waist while they continued with their lips together, in that game of tongues. It was hot, comfortable and quite sloppy from all the saliva, and yet it was the only thing Chris focused on. It was too good, indeed, very good.

But suddenly, Chris felt a completely opposite sensation on his tongue and, out of shock, he quickly separated from Jake, opening his eyes after he stopped feeling his touch.

"What's wrong? I thought you liked me," Jake asked, with a hint of irritation that was missed by Chris.

"It's just that I felt something strangely cold and slimy..." Chris said as if he was coming out of a trance, and as such, he realized what he had done, reflecting on his face in the way his eyes opened and his mouth of shock.

At no point in his life had he been attracted to other men and yet he couldn't deny what he did or how he felt, although something inside him seemed to believe that it hadn't been entirely voluntary.

He looked back at Jake...was that his idea or had he gotten a little taller? Because he didn't remember Jake's eyes being on the same level as his own, did he?

Jake clicked his tongue. "No, I didn't feel it," he said, "but how about we continue in bed? If, of course, you wanted us to be something.

"Of course…” No… he wanted to say, but instead it came out: "yes, we could be a couple..." he said with a silly smile, almost unlike him.

"Thank you dear." Jake smiled and kissed him again.

They both continued kissing and undressed before jumping into bed. Due to the heat of the moment, Chris couldn't reflect on what was happening, he only cared about pleasure, letting out those feelings that were still somewhat foreign; Jake stopped kissing his lips but instead continued planting kisses as he moved down his body until he reached the tip of his cock. Chris felt a tingle and looked down at Jake, who was smiling at the prospect of having said member before him, as if he had been waiting for it for so long.

Without saying a word, just a clash of glances, Jake began to suck him. Chris couldn't suppress his moans while he pinched his nipples with one of his hands and with the other he massaged Jake's face and hair. Jake moved up and down, feeling every inch of that huge meat. Chris felt in heaven, comfortable with his cock inside Jake's warm core. But suddenly, again, he felt that cold, rubbery feeling again, so he moved Jake so that his cock was free.

"What happened?" Jake asked with a quick movement of his right eyelid and a hint of irritation more noticeable than the other times.

"I almost came," Chris said. "I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter, dear... Are you ready for me to put it in?"

"What?"

Chris's alarms went off, but the blue look Jake gave him once again tamed his nerves. He settled down a little more and stretched his legs, so that Jake had all the way clear.

"I like it that way..." Jake whispered, using his saliva to wet his own dick and shoving it into Chris's hole.

At first it hurt, but it only took a few seconds of getting used to it for the pleasure to take over. In fact, his moans were even louder than before. Jake thrust again and again as he kissed him repeatedly. It was one of the nicest, hottest things, and the act lasted several minutes when both Chris and Jake cummed squirts. Chris felt Jake's warm fluid move inside him, filling him little by little, followed by something cold.

Jake fell hyperventilating on top of Chris, as if he were asleep or unconscious while Chris regulated his breathing. However, everything looked more and more blurry and his sensations were more and more diffuse, more confusing, until suddenly... something changed.

What… Chris said, or rather thought, since nothing came out of his mouth.

"Hehehe... finally," said 'Chris' with satisfaction. He moved Jake to the side (without removing his penis) so he could massage his own body as if it were a new acquisition, a new prize... Still smiling, he added: "After so much, I finally did it... You're all mine, Christopher."

At that moment 'Chris' noticed Jake moving. Apparently he was waking up.

"I don't know what that was..." he drawled, almost drunk-like, "but it was amazing... Where are we?"

Suddenly, 'Chris' pushed Jake to the other side, so that this time Jake was on the bottom. 'Chris' pulled Jake's cock out of his asshole and put the tip of his own cock into Jake's hole. He saw that Jake had returned to his original form and it was he who saw in 'Chris' a bluish tone in his eyes.

"We're about to start round two, babe, are you ready?" 'Chris' said before kissing him intensely and inserting his penis and then starting to ram him with his huge cock.

"Oh fuck..." Jake moaned, clutching his arms behind Chris' back. "This... is... amazing..."

"Oh, indeed it is..." Chris groaned, seeing what he had achieved. "Of course it is..."

[devotio-disciple]

Devotee 2

Those who went through devotio get to stand at the front at parade. Both for the academy to use them as a tool of propaganda for the populace as well as an incentive for the untouched ones.

[dentonbodymerge]

IT'S NO USE (Part One)

Agonizing screams that can't be heard.

Josh is stuck inside his mind. He used to be the epitome of a perfect Christian man.

He was a pious son of the head pastor of a megachurch.

He did manipulated people to suck them dry for donations. It's justified and those congregation members who have roles in worship? They're too woke and have gay friends. So he made sure they get ousted from their leadership positions.

But look at him now- A walking sin.

The person piloting his body made him famous. Not the acclaimed missionary he so dreamed.

But an online performer of seduction.

Trapped in his mind- he saw his body do things he never imagined.

Thankfully, no drugs or smoking.

Apparently, this Josh is a model so maintaining the body is a must.

Partook in pleasures he never felt before.

(He had experienced intercourse before but those were with women.)

But all this 'Josh' have been bedding were all men.

When 'he' tops, Josh although in his mind's backseat felt the satisfaction of a sense of dominance when another man surrenders to 'him'.

When this body takes on the submissive role. He want to be disgusted but the sensory signals that also washes over him makes him want to always do it.

But day by day. He passionately prayed.

That God will deliver him from this evil that made him be casted out from their church.

Then one day, he woke up-

Oh, thank the heavens! Hallelujah!

He wiggled his fingers. And felt his now very toned biceps within his own volition.

The real Josh took control of his body once more-

Now what should he do?

To be continued--

p.s. My first tumblr male tf story so I don't know if you'll like it. Just wait for the part 2. I have yet to add more story tags as it will depend on what the next parts happenings will be.

with love and nervousness,

-Denton-sama

[idesofrevolution]

Mycelium

Elliott nervously scribbled on his flashcards, hoping to God that it was enough to pass the exam. Dr. Whitacre was a notoriously tough grader, and she would absolutely kick him from the Senior Expedition if he were to get anything less than a 97. Mycology was Elliott's passion, so missing the trip to the rainforests of Borneo was NOT an option. Luckily, he was fortunate his roommate Guillermo was returning from his class trip to the Amazon, so he could hopefully give some insight into what to expect, if not help him study for the exam.

The doorknob jiggled, and he could hear the insertion of the key into the lock. The door swung open and closed, Elliott completely enveloped in his flashcards.

"Hey man, I'll be with you in a second. I've got like two more here, but I have to hear about the trip!" He was met only with silence, and the loud thunk of a duffel bag hitting the floor. Heavy footsteps began to walk toward the wardrobe to the left of him. Guillermo must have gotten some heavy hiking boots, because those clunks could not have been made by his tiny feet... Guillermo was only 5'2, skinny as a pipecleaner, and pushing 40 years old.

The scribbling finally came to a close as he finished his final card: Pathogenic Fungi. Slamming his pencil against the desk, he leaned back in his chair, ready beyond words for a small respite. Only then did he feel the tingle in his nose. He took a quick sniff. It was faint, but it was sweet, salty, almost sour... and completely intoxicating. He turned toward the point of origin, only to see who was leaning against the old weathered armoire. It was Guillermo, or rather, his face was reminiscent of him. He was young, muscled, and outrageously large, standing a jaw dropping 7'1. His irises were completely black, and seemed to move as if filled with a liquid. A look of cocky intrigue graced his handsome face, one that Elliott could not break contact with.

"See something you like, roomie?" Guillermo's thick Belizean accent remained, albeit several octaves lower. Every inch of him glistened, his skin shiny and coated in a layer of shining sweat. He threw his muscular arms behind his head, the biceps seemingly pulsating as he flexed. The forests of hair in his pits dripped thick droplets of sweat, as they dropped to the floor and splattered like slime.

Before Elliott could even make a single remark, the scent intensified dramatically. What was once subtle was now immensely pungent and carried with it an almost wet weight to it. It felt humid, as if his musk was as wet and hot as the rainforest he'd just returned from. It was thick, soupy, almost slimy and it slithered through the air around him; brushing against his skin, invading his nose, even tickling his tastebuds with overwhelming umami flavor.

"It feels so good, right? Smells so ripe, you can literally taste it." Guillermo was right, he could taste it. In fact, he could feel the plasmic musk seemingly flow like liquid down his throat and into his nose. "We all have our own, El. You could sniff every one of us coming off that plane, and all of us smelled different and so fucking great." Guillermo walked slowly toward the entranced Elliott, letting the heat from his chiseled body radiate throughout the room. "Doc Whitacre found a new kind of fungus, Elliott. Once you take in it's spores, it changes you. Makes you see things you never would see before, feel things you never could. It makes you so fuckin strong, and so fuckin horny... You can hear the others in your head, almost like one mind, and once you let that amazing musk into your body... You're gonna see what it can do for you."

Guillermo was inches from Elliott's face, the heat exuding from his strong pecs was too much. Every inhibition completely obliterated, Elliott buried his face into the ripe, sticky pits, and began to lick. He drank the musk out of the tap, letting Guillermo's savory flavor cloud every thought and judgement. Smirking with his now plush, supple lips, he grabbed Elliott's chin between his two meaty fingers and brought it close to his own before letting his tongue do the rest. The two locked lips, Elliott experiencing the savory, sweet taste of Guillermo's saliva.

The spores had finally built up in Elliott's system, the sheer amount of them released out of Guillermo's pits, groin and feet would have overwhelmed a much larger person in about sixty seconds of exposure. Elliott being lean, short, and lanky meant the transformation stage would happen rapidly. As the microscopic spores in the slimy sweat transferred from Guillermo to Elliott, he could feel the viscous fungi invade his pores. Intense euphoria set in as he felt his muscles spasm and engorge with the slimy fungus flowing into them. Inflating at an alarming rate, he could sense his chest firming up, and his body temperature rising. Everything began to echo in his ears, as if the room had gotten quite a bit bigger. He could hear Guillermo's heart beat, he could hear the sound of the slimy spores slipping into him, and he certainly could hear the sloshing sounds of his arms inflating with fungal slime.

Guillermo pulled away and knocked Elliott to the ground, kicking his dripping black socks and rank yellow trainers off his gigantic boatlike feet. A malicious smile crept onto his face as he lowered his sole onto Elliott's face, letting his slimy toes curl around the nose. Elliott breathed deeply, and lapped his elongating tongue over the slick, reeking foot. With every breath, his torso grew larger, firmer, and more muscular. His legs swelled, and his groin stirred. Thick tufts of body hair began to sprout from his pecs and abs, spreading down his firm quads and calves, down to his rapidly expanding feet.

Snatching a facecloth from the chair, Guillermo pulled down his shorts and jockstrap and began to wipe his pendulous, slimy balls and taint all over the towel. Black precum began to seep slowly from his thick, uncut cock, so why not add a bit of the salty surprise onto the damp towel for his best friend? Pulling his foot from his face, and pressing it on Elliott's throbbing groin, he tossed the towel onto his friend's face, knowing all too well that the last stage of the transformation was the facial region. Listening to the ethereal, dark voices the fungus spoke in his black, slimy brain, Guillermo slid his own filthy socks and ripe trainers onto Elliott's now size 17 feet; letting the spores seep even further into their now muscular, slimy host.

Sliding his slick, smelly foot up and down the massive shaft, Guillermo began to stroke himself as well as the virility became too much to manage. Beneath the slimy towel, Elliott began to see vibrant, dancing colors no human eye had ever seen before, hiding within every glistening spore. They sparkled like a chromatic night sky, creating seas of indescribable constellations and nebulae. Of course, his mind was finally being completely reprogrammed. The sludge had finally made it's way into the brain through the bloodstream.

Flowing through his veins was now his own black slimy spores. Coating his brain, coating his lungs, filling his balls, and most importantly, now wafting from him. Elliott began to smell his own newfound musk, so distinct from Guillermo's, and just as irresistibly potent. He grabbed Guillermo's ankle and began to thrust against his friend's slimy foot, before hearing his moans of pleasure in his mind. He could hear the sounds of Guillermo's mind on the edge of climax, feeling the sensations of mounting tension as his own. In mere seconds, the two blew their black sludge loads in tandem; pints of it. The coated eachother in the other's cum, only stopping after their balls stopped undulating. The sludge, animate, found it's way into their cocks, teasing another round of pleasure as the boys felt the other's cum flow into their balls.

The assimilation process was complete. The fungus had taken complete control of Elliott, and added him to the hive mind. Pulling the towel from his face, an entirely transformed Amazonian man rose to his feet. Elliott's irises flooded quickly with the very last of the mycelium sludge, now filled with the same rippling black liquid as Guillermo. Both boys smiled at eachother, groping and feeling eachother before intently inhaling eachother's addictive musk. They felt the same directive, the same innate need to procreate, to spread. That is, after all, the purpose of all life. The rest of the university was easy pickings for the fungus, it would likely only take a day or two at most... No need to rush. So Elliott, taking in his newfound confidence and swagger, groped Guillermo's musky sac, before falling onto the futon. Bringing his fingers, coated in Guillermo's spores to his nose, taking in every ounce of him... The two were irrisistable, even to eachother, as Guillermo laid atop his new mate for another fuck session.

[captainmalewriter]

Demon Deeds

I am Azel. I am a demon from the underworld. I have been searching for a way back out into the human world. While searching feverishly, the golden opportunity presented itself. This foolish human had the bright idea to use a ouija board to contact the underworld. He has guts, but that's all he's got. Once the entryway was open, I immediately seized upon it. He became my vessel when I crossed over, taking full control of his body. I forced myself through his mouth while in a gaseous form. My willpower rendered him paralyzed, completely defenseless against possession. Within seconds, his body was now mine.

"What's going on...? "

I could hear his voice whimpering in the recesses of his mind. Pathetic.

"Your body is mine now, human."

I allowed him to take temporary control of his body while I materialized in front of him. He jumped at the sight of me.

"WHAT ARE YOU!?" He screamed.

"Silence! " I waved my hand, and my vessel immediately followed my command. Once I have possessed a body, it will remain under my control regardless if I am at the wheel or not.

"You will serve as my new body from here on out, human. Say goodbye to your life as you knew it."

I could sense him cowering in fear. Unfortunately, without my consent, he won't be able to express it.

"Will my soul get to live on? " I heard him think to himself.

"That depends, let's see how good you are at following my commands. Strip for me!"

I commanded him, and he followed without my controlling his movements.

It was an abysmal performance. He took off his shirt and spun it around, as if that made it any more appealing.

"How was that? " he eagerly asked.

"Excellent, now for your next command..."

I purposely paused. He stood there waiting, I could feel him growing uneasy with each passing second until he finally spoke.

"Which is...?"

"DIE FOR ME!"

I reverted back into a gaseous state and forced myself back into my vessel. He opened his mouth from the surprise attack, the fool left himself wide open for possession. He gagged as he hopelessly tried fighting back. It was a cute effort, but ultimately worthless. I was back in control within seconds.

I reached deep into my mouth and pulled out his soul. Then, I threw it down to the ground, banishing him to the underground. With him out of picture, I was in full control over this body and nothing short of death will get rid of me.

I stood there in triumph, eyes shining a distinct brown.

It has been so long since I occupied a corporeal form. I felt around my new cock, and a mere brush of my palm was enough to arouse me. The sensitivity of a freshly possessed body was still running high.

I best take advantage of the heightened sense of touch while it lasts. Time to explore human sexuality and all it has to offer me, starting with getting sucked off.