#m2mpossession

[putradisguiser]

Jump Boat.apk

Shout out to my famous oomfie @forthegaze123 🤙🏽🤙🏽😌💅 eyyyy thanks for the idea and request (is it a request?? Idk wkwkwwk) and the hot imagens. Luv yu babe mwah

Ferdyan is a famous gym influencer. His content isn’t just about workouts and lifting heavy. He dives deep into diet, health, grooming routines, and the actual science behind eating clean and picking the right products. I mean… his muscular, aesthetic body says it all, this guy clearly worships and honors his own physique every single day. Plus he was a science major in one of the top universities

Ferdy stood in front of the full length mirror in his sleek apartment gym, his iPhone propped up on the tripod as the camera rolled. His thick, sculpted tits… I mean pecs — flexed naturally with every breath under that expensive compression shirt and those wide shoulders tapering down to a tight waist made him look like a living fitness ad. Sweat from his latest workout still glistened across his golden tan skin

“Alright guys, today we’re talking about why your post workout meal is make or break” he said into the camera “It’s not just about protein. It’s about timing… absorption, and the right supplements… That’s why I also like to combine my meal with this Blackwell supplement“

The way the likes would pour in later, the thirsty comments calling him zaddy awhh 😩, and the DMs begging for private coaching. Ferdyan fed on it. Deep down he knew he wasn’t doing this for “inspiring the community”. He was doing it because their attention made his cock twitch and his bego swell even bigger than his tits — fuck!! — chest

He was a vain, gorgeous narcissist, and he fucking owned it. I mean I would too if I have that face and body

“So yeah, like I was saying, don’t sleep on the right carbs after training, and take this supplement—” His iPhone screen suddenly flickered hard. Bright scorching white lines zigzagged across the display, glitching like it was about to crash….

He frowned, tilting the phone. “The fuck…?” Before he could even tap anything, a new app installed itself in a flash. The screen went bright orangey red. Bold white letters popped up dead center: JUMP BOAT

“What the hell is that…?” the iPhone buzzed violently in his grip. An electric jolt shot straight into his palm

“Hngck!!”

He dropped the phone, his hand tingled like it had been zapped. He snatched it back up, only for a loud, thumping funkot beats to blast from the speakers, LOOOL. Heavy bass, wild percussion, that cheap-ass angkot energy he never listened to in his life

“What the actual fuck is this??!” His nose wrinkling in disgust. This wasn’t his vibe at all… He tried swiping the app closed, hitting the home button, even powering off the screen

Nothing worked….

The red interface stayed locked open

“Nononono!! Not my phone getting hacked!”

Dude, the buzzing? It grew stronger... it traveled up from his fingers and palm, then surging whoosh whoosh whoosh, through his thick forearm. His muscular arm suddenly tensed on its own

“Agggh!! What the hell!!”

Ferdy’s eyes widening. The electric sensation intensified… spreading like a fire under his skin. It felt weirdly good in a uhmmm 😜 way also, but it’s making his bicep twitch and swell slightly with every pulse…

“Fuck!! Stop!! Ughhh—“

His nipples stiffened against the cool air as the buzzing crept higher toward his broad shoulder. He tried to let go again but his fingers wouldn’t obey... it persisted like a bitch. The funkot music throbbed louderrrr, as the rhythm of the vibrations now racing through his body

[JUMP BOAT ACTIVATED]

[Target locked]

[Preparing transfer… 1%]

“Transfer? The fuck does that mean??!!”

His confusion rapidly flipping into anger. He was used to being in control, his body, his content, his audience. But this?? This was violating! (Heh, he deserved it tho 😈)

Then… another violent surge hit him. This time it shot straight down his spine CRAAAACKKK!! BZZZZTT—!!

His powerful back muscles seized up, forcing him to arch with a deep “ERGGHHMMMNN” groan. His traps and delts ballooned for a second.. veins rising thick and across his arms as the electric heat flooded every fiber

“Hnnggghhh—shit… NO!! My body…”

A weird, euphoric dizziness washed over him… For a split second he caught his reflection in the mirror, his own face staring back, eyes wide, lips parted, his chest heaving….

The app’s screen suddenly filled with spinning circles and loading bars. A new message popped up:

[Connection successfully established]

[Ready to jump?]

Ferdy’s thumb hovered over the glowing “YES” that had appeared

Well, he actually didn’t press it. But his body betrayed him.

“No!! No wait—!”

The funkot exploded into a distorted, mind-numbing drop. Every light in his room seemed to flicker…

His legs buckled. The iPhone stayed glued to his hand as if magnetized while his entire body began to burn with overwhelming, addictive heat

“Fuuuuckkkk…!! What’s happening to me…?!!”

His cock twitched hard in his compression shorts, traitorously thickening as the mysterious app continued its work…

The vibrations kept surging violently through his core, zeroing in on his massive chest. Ferdy’s huge, striated tits began throbbing and bouncing uncontrollably, the thick muscle plates jumping and flexing in alternating rhythm like they had a mind of their own….

“OUUUHHH~ ❤️”

His eyes crossed harrdd… rolling back into his head as his full lips puckered into a perfect, slutty “ouuhhh”

“Ohhhhh….”

He moaned hungrily as if an invisible, thick, throbbing cock had just speared into his tight ass and slammed straight into his prostate….

The pleasure hit so raw and sudden that his powerful legs trembled. He slapped both hands over his mouth in pure shock WTF eyes

“What the fuck was that—!!”

His voice already breathy and ruined.

[Control initiating…]

“Nnngg—AHHHH!!!”

His expensive compression shirt ripped apart down the front with a loud tearing sound…!the fabric shredding under the pressure of his swollen, twitching tits and shoulders. His pants followed, splitting violently at the seams as his massive quads and glutes flexed beyond their limits. The clothes fell away in tatters, leaving him on full display in nothing but his premium white Saligia briefs… already soaked dark at the front from the obscene amount of precum leaking from his painfully hard cock

“F-fuck… no… AHH YESS FUCK ME💦 No!! Stop… ahhhh….” he gasped, but even his deep, voice was breaking into pathetic, needy whimpers

His huge chest kept bouncing lewdly with every pulse from the app, nipples HARD, aching and sensitive

His thick ass flexed on its own, clenching around that fullness that kept nailing his prostate with precision “FWAP FWAP PLAP PLAP PLAP” his cheeks clapping on their own

[Vessel optimization in progress…]

[Ego protocols… dissolving. ONE]

Ferdy’s eyes fluttered…. fighting to stay conscious, but another powerful throb hit his prostate and ripped a fresh, broken “NYOAHHH❤️” from his throat

“Bbrrrrrrppppppp——!!”

Suddenly, his head started shaking violently. Left to right, left to right, up and down… ohoo bitch — faster and faster until his head blurred. Then, with one big crazy “SPROINGG!!” it stopped dead

His face snapped into a new expression….

His eyes half lidded and shifted sideways in a sly, derpy glance, one eyebrow raised high, lips curled into that, silly cartoonish tongue out…. The once perfect handsome face now looked nastier LOOOL

“Wuehehehe” a raspy, nasally Looney Tune ass voice slithered out from between his own lips, completely foreign to Ferdy’s masculine and calm voice

“Your body is mine now chico wehehe”

Both of his massive arms flexed hard on their own as the new presence tested its control. Then one hand shot down and slapped his heavy, still hard bulge through the soaked Saligia briefs with a loud SMACK, openly rubbing and squeezing the thick outline while his hips gave a lewd little thrust

“Wehehe~” the Looney tune voice chuckled again, clearly enjoying the way that fat cock jumped and leaked under the fabric. His head suddenly jerked and shook violently again Bbrrrrrrpppp—!! Before stopping just as abruptly….

Ferdyan slammed back into the driver’s seat with a big gasp

“Huh?!! What the fuck?!! What just happened to me!!!”

His chest was heaving, huge tits— I MEAN PECS— still twitching. He could still feel the ghost of that filthy slap on his bulge, his cock throbbing angrily and leaking even more into the already ruined briefs. One of his hands was still hovering dangerously close to his crotch, fingers twitching like they wanted to keep rubbing….

“Get the fuck out of my head!!!”

Deep down, he could feel it, that slimy, nasty presence still lurking just beneath the surface, laughing quietly, waiting for the next chance to take the wheel again

The app on the phone flashed one final message before the screen went black:

[Jump Boat successful. Host consciousness… retained for now]

Ferdy’s heart hammered in his chest as he slowly sat up on the floor, half naked, terrified… and shamefully, dangerously turned on 😏

“F-fuck!! Not again—!” he gasped, scrambling backward on his ass, powerful legs kicking weakly against the tiles. But it was already too late…

The vibrations returned with merciless force, flooding every nerve ending at once. His huge pecs started bouncing again in that humiliating alternating rhythm, faster and harder, while electric heat exploded down his spine and straight into his ass…

Then the presence slammed into his mind like a tidal wave

Bbrrrrrrppppppp—!!

His head shook violently again left, right, up, down blurring everything as the silly voice laughed inside his skull

“Wehehe~ There you are big boy”

“AHHH—get the fuck out—!!” Ferdy screamed, but the words came out breathy and broken, his real voice mixing with that nasally rasp at the edges

The fuckass entity seized control harder…

His right hand shot up and slapped his own face with a loud SMACK, then slid down to roughly grope and twist one fat, sensitive nipple

“OHOO❤️”

His cock surged violently in the soaked Saligia briefs, spitting another thick rope of precum that dribbled down his heavy balls

“Wehehe~ This body is fucking delicious, chico. So tight… so vain… so fucking horNYYY~~~”

Ferdyan’s vision doubled. The sensory overload was crushing him. Every flex of his abs sent sparks through his cock. Every clench of his hole made his eyes flutter… Sweat poured down his carved torso, the salty scent of his own musk filling his nostrils as the entity forced him to breathe deeper

His arms trembled as he forced them down to his sides, teeth gritted. For 30 seconds he almost had it, his body was his again.

“Miney meenie manee mine now~ wehehe”

The voice spoke directly from his mouth again, as his hand squeezed his cockhead hard and another thick spurt soaked through the briefs. Ferdy’s last coherent thought before the next wave hit was a broken moan:

“I…uwaaaahhh…I can’t… stop it… it feels too fucking good…”

The red light swallowed the entire room around him

His arms shot upward on their own, muscular biceps flexing into sharp peaks as he locked both hands behind his head. His sweaty, musky pits were completely exposed… the sharp, masculine mixed with his stale cologne and deodorant scent rising

“Wehehe~ Smell that, chico…wehee”

His own head was yanked forward aggressively…. His face buried deep into one pit, nose pressed right against the hot, damp skin. He inhaled like a beast “SNIFFFFFFSSS” long, greedy, desperate snorts drinking in the workout stink of his own body

The entity forced his tongue out next, dragging it slow and sloppy…. across the foggy pit, licking up the sweat with nasty “Schlllluuurrrrrpppp….!! 💦”

“Mmmpphh—!!”

Ferdy screamed inside his own head, mortified, but all that came out was a muffled, broken moan as his tongue kept lapping hungrily….

“Schlorp schlorp schlorp hngckk!! Ahhhhhh~~😌”

“Wehehe~ Good boy. Now the other one 😈”

His head twisted to the opposite pit with a force

“Hnggghhh—!! NO!! Eaaarrghhhhh—— SNIFFFFSS”

Same treatment… face smashed in, nose flaring as he sniffed like a gorilla in heat, tongue bathing the sensitive skin in long, degrading licks

Then the entity moved lower. Ferdy’s hands slid down his glistening torso, fingers hooking into the waistband of his ruined briefs. With one rough yank, he ripped them down his thick thighs and kicked them away. His buck naked brown cock sprang free… thick, heavy, veiny, and rock hard, the fat head glistening with precum, slapping wetly

“Wehehe~ Look at this fat fucking cock… all mine now wehe”

His fingers raked through the dense, musky pubic hair above his shaft. He scratched hard, nails digging into the skin, fluffing up the sweaty curls…. The sharp, filthy scent of cock, piss, and dried cum flooded the air around him

Without hesitation, the entity shoved those same fingers right under his nose

“OUHHHHHH FFFFCKKKK….!! 💦”

Ferdyan’s nostrils flared wide as he inhaled maniacally. Deep, lung filling snorts….. eyes rolling back again while his hips humped the air helplessly. The smell was pungent, intoxicating, utterly degrading….

His own hand kept the fingers pressed tight, forcing him to breathe nothing but that private muskkk

“Nnnghh—fuuuck—stop—!!”

Ferdymanaged to choke out in his real voice for a split second, his face burning with shame even as his cock leaked a long thick of cum onto the floor

But that fucking entity just laughed through his mouth, mocking him

“Wehehe~ Why stop when you smell this fucking good, Chico? 😏😜”

Ferdy body was made to be used. His free hand wrapped around his throbbing brown cock and gave it a few slow, possessive strokes while he kept sniffing his own pubes like a depraved addict

“This can’t be happening… I’m not… I’m not this fucking slut…”

But his body kept going….

Part 2 is in WIP 🏗

[noface-phantom7]

Possession: “On the Run”

“Nestor.” 

“What?”

“Nestor, look at me.” 

“I don’t want to.”

“Will you just look at me for a bit?”

“No! You know what happens when I look at someone in the eyes for long.” 

“I know that, then don’t look into my eyes, look somewhere else on my face.” 

Reluctantly, I pulled the back of my forearm off my eyes, and sheepishly brought myself to look at his lips, which pressed into a thin reassuring smile as I did, and he chuckled. I find myself also chuckling, watching the corners of his lips quirk up when he finds me doing the same. Then he places his hand on my shoulders, rubbing and squeezing then until a warm spot forms on each. Then he clears his throat.

“Much better. Don’t say we won’t make it out of here,” He tells me in a grave voice, sort of shaking me. “Stop saying that, I know we will.”

“Liam, we’ve been running for days and they keep finding us.” I mutter, voice falling flat as I gripped the sides of my pants, balling and bunching them up in my palms. “Sooner or later, they’d be here too. So it’s best you leave me.”

“No. If you’re gonna be this stubborn, then I can be stubborn too.” He replies with a huff and a pout. “Besides, can’t you just, you know, jump into one of them again like last time?”

I sighed, looking down at the ground, my feet shuffling and adjusting my balance on the creaky floorboards. Jump into one of them. That ability to do that is exactly why we’re in this predicament right now, all this freak show of an ability that I’ve been hiding for years, only for someone close to me to reveal it with complete evidence to the townsfolk. I was just supposed to show him, turns out he’s brought a couple of his friends with him.

You see, I have the ability to jump bodies, or vessels as I call it. I can pass my consciousness along to a different body if I make eye contact with a person for longer than three seconds. And in that duration that I’ve passed my consciousness onto the person, my body goes on autopilot. It was a neat ability, I survived high school because of it. I have control over everything in my vessel, memories are intact, as if I really totally became that person.

But there’s a limit. I learned that the hard way. Apparently, the limit to transferring into someone was around eight to ten. Eight if it was by force, ten if it’s mostly with consent which makes it easier and faster to slip inside. Past that, the person’s mind just breaks. And they go into a coma, never to wake up again.

Unless I stay in their body. At that point, they’ll be empty husks, as if they were just vessels with memories and everything in them, breathing, but empty and lifeless. It doesn’t matter with the duration, but I’ve found that the longer I stay inside someone, the easier it is to break them. I knew this because I broke four people unintentionally from school, and only one on purpose. That’s why I only use it when necessary.

And Liam is already on his ninth.

He’s already starting to show symptoms of overtransference, that’s what I call it, where he starts to zone out in the middle of something, and then comes back as if he just woke up. But I’m glad the symptoms have slowed down as of late, it has been five days since last I had to hitch into him so we could escape.

“I...don’t really…” I whisper, remembering the last time I jumped into someone other than Liam last time, it was a boy, and then an old man. The people beat them to death and that was all just to distract them long enough for my body to free Liam who they caught. It was bloody, I couldn’t do anything as I transferred myself into another guy, leaving the two to scream.

And oh god, their screams were horrible.

“Nestor,” Liam tells me, voice suddenly hushing, probably sensing what I felt. “I know you didn’t mean for that to happen, I didn’t expect that either. And I’m sorry for reminding you that.”

I exhaled sharply, releasing the cloth of my pants that I gripped until they were wrinkled.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

Liam went quiet, searching for the best response, then he sighs. “Just...just when it’s necessary then.”

“Last time was necessary too.” I reply back after a beat.

“I know, but we weren’t careful.” He reassures me, left hand sliding down from my shoulders to grasp my palm, he squeezed it lightly. “We’re more cautious this time, I promise. You might not even need to do it.”

I nod slowly, and he pats my shoulder.

I know it’s meant to reassure me, but my mind kept racing. I wanted to just give up, let them have me so it would be the end of this. Maybe Liam could even go back to his old life, or start over in the next state without me. He for sure can, he wasn’t the one whose face and videos got spread all over the internet. Like me.

“I think we should go.” I tell Liam, detaching myself from him to grab our bags sitting atop a haystack. “It’s almost morning, the guy that owns this barn might be up soon.”

“Oh, oh yeah sure. Think we can spot a trucker you could take? Just to drive us over the border.” Liam replies, going over my side to take his backpack. I just shrugged, and we went on with what we have planned next once we go over the next state, and hopefully the news hasn’t reached that far. It has only been almost two weeks anyway, but it spread like wildfire, so we still had plans in place to be careful.

All the while, I stared at Liam while he talked, only sneaking a few glances at his eyes once every few seconds, as we climbed down the creaky wooden step to exit the barn. Despite being on the run and our last bath being well over two days ago, Liam is still...well, the best looking guy.

His dark blonde hair looked messy, but at the same time fitting. His bright green eyes were kind, and enticing, I have to be careful not to look at them for long because they look near hypnotic, and especially the corners of his eyes when they crinkle as he smiles. His smile is everything, it looked as if the sun was shining when he did. He was lean, broad shoulders, taller than me. And I have spent a considerable amount of time getting to know what’s underneath all those clothing.

He really didn’t belong here with me on the run. But he decided to stick with me, as much as I tried to tell him not to. I sighed.

“Maybe once we get to Morga—” I replied to Liam, but was met with a tackle, and a bang, the wooden door frame shattering into splinters of wood just as we landed with a hard on the ground. I quickly rolled us over, Liam beneath me, as I turn to face the shooter. It was a middle-aged man, around his forties from what I can see in the low light, huge.

Fortunately, he was looking directly at me and I looked directly into his eyes as he aimed at me. It didn’t take long as he yelled and was about to pull the trigger again, when the familiar sensation of being pulled into him took me, and I found myself looking at Liam’s form draped over my body. My real one.

I stumbled back and covered my mouth, then threw the gun to the side.

“Liam! Are you alright?” I said, running over. Liam tries to scramble away first, pulling my old body with him, until he sees the expressionless face. Then he calms down. 

“Damn, I thought we were gonna die.” He huffs, and takes my hand as I pull him up. My old body stands up, without even needing assistance, and dusts himself off. It seems weird seeing my old self moving about, but the expressionless face is very freaky to me. “That was some quick thinking there.”

“I think we should really go, I think this guy has a—” I tell Liam, and as if summoned, two males around my age came strutting out of their house across the side of the barn. It really was a bad idea to hide here, a stout woman following after them.

“The freak! They got dad!” The taller one says, lanky, as he charges forward with a shotgun. 

“Run!” I tell Liam and my old body, as I run towards my ‘sons’. They point their shotguns at me too, and to not let things escalate to bloody, I looked to the other guy, smaller by height but bigger by frame. I searched through my body’s memories and found his name as Ed.

“Ed! Don’t shoot! It’s me!” Surely enough, Ed looks straight into me, and I jump inside him.

My view shifts, and I find their dad, Eddie, stumble to the ground. Unfortunately, I turned to the side too slow, as the taller guy, Matt, squeezes out two shots in the distance. I hit him with the butt of Ed’s shotgun, knocking him out. 

Then as I was about to run forward, I felt a blow to my stomach.

“Get out of my son, you devil!” He says, starting to punch me in the face. As soon as the first blow makes my cheek numb, I concentrate hard to slip out of this body. I do this a lot, when I go out in different bodies away from mine, so it was fairly easy.

Soon, Eddie’s voice fades out and I feel my surroundings shift.

But instead of running and the wind, I was met with a sharp pain in my leg and right arm, then with Liam’s voice fussing over me, face down on the grass.

“Fuck, what happened..?” I grumbled, trying to raise my head. Then I remembered. Matt was able to shoot twice.

“Nestor? You back in there?” 

Gritting my teeth, I pulled myself up, Liam half-panicking and half trying to help me up. Then I looked back, Matt was stirring, and Eddie was just about finished with beating Ed up. “We have to go…” I say through gritted teeth. Two, I feel two bullets lodged inside me. I look to the foliage and small forest undoubtedly leading to the highway.

“No, I—” Liam said, supporting me as I made us go forward despite the shooting pain all over my body, vision slowly growing hazy. “I don’t know if we’ll make it.”

“You...can try.” I say, almost stumbling forward. Liam catches me, and we both look back. Matt was slowly standing up, Eddie was shaking Ed awake, and they for sure will catch up on us in no time. “Liam...please, go.”

Liam lets out a choked sound and slips his backpack off himself and onto one arm, and in one swift motion, pulls me up on his back. I gasped from the sudden movement, but bit my tongue as he grabbed the duffel bag from me, and ran forward, carrying me.

“I already said I’m not leaving you!”

We just stepped into the trees, when another shot rings in close. We wince, but Liam forged on forward. “Hang on. Let’s hope there’s anyone on the road to help us, when someone stops for us, you can jump.”

And another shot, frighteningly close. I couldn’t even respond anything else beyond grunting at this point, but Liam kept talking. I feel myself slipping away, but I keep pulling myself back up. Liam’s frightened voice is enough to shake me back up. But I want him to stop. I want him to stop worrying. 

I want him to go.

“Where are you freak?” I hear Matt’s voice ring out the forest, far away to spot us, but still there regardless. Liam picked up his pace, but I hear him panting even harder and grunting, his knees almost giving up a couple of times.

“Liam…” I whisper, but he was still going at it and talking, telling me what we’d do in Louisiana, that it was going to be fine. But frankly, all I wanted was for it to be over.

“Liam...please.”

“I think we’re gonna get a trucker, but I’m not choosy. Hopefully it’s an ambulance so we—”

“Liam!” I say, mustering up a lot of my leftover strength. Even in pain, I pulled on his leg, causing us to stumble forward. 

“Ne—”

“It’s no use I’m…” I start, rolling myself off his back and gasping in pain, as I leaned against a tree root. “You need to go, please.

“I told you I’m not going to leave you!” He tells me, turning to face me as tears started spilling down his eyes. I look down to his chin, but my vision was getting even hazier so I might have been looking elsewhere. “You’re gonna make it, I know that, please let me help you…”

“No...I don’t think I can.” I say, taking deep breaths. I feel my eyes start to leak tears too, by just watching Liam crawl to me and beg me to let him carry me back up. Matt’s voice was still far away, but he’ll find us here soon if we don’t move on now. 

But if anyone here needs saving, it’s Liam. He doesn’t deserve any of this, and I want him to go live his life out, not on the run.

“Liam, please.” I say through tears, as he starts sobbing hard, grabbing at my uninjured arm. “Please, leave me here.”

“I can’t! Okay?” He tells me through his tears, enough to get my attention to focus on him. “I need you, Nestor. I can’t..I...I’d rather be on the run with you forever than leave you here.”

That took me aback, distracted from the pain enough, as I see Liam trying to catch his breath. I didn’t know what to do, but I really still needed, and wanted, for him to save himself. I feel myself slipping away fast, so I have to make it quick.

“Liam…” I start. “I’ve liked you since freshman year, why do you think I let you in on this?”

“Nestor please...you’re gonna make it, don’t say goodbye now, come on man.”

“Liam, I need you to...understand me too.” I say, and he stops speaking, but he was still sobbing hard and gripping my hand. Somewhere in the distance, Matt was starting to howl mad. “I care about you...so much that-that I was so happy...that you went with me but…”

“Nestor, please…” He pleads, and I shake my head. 

“You’ve done so much for me already...Liam and…” I add, and he just starts sobbing more. I felt even weaker, so I knew I had to make it even quicker. 

“It...really would mean so much for me if you saved yourself. Please, Liam.”

Liam’s breath hitches at this, and he looks away. Still sobbing, but very subdued. I felt that he just might leave me, so I rest back and feel my breath slowly escaping me. If I just let go now, he’ll be forced to run anyway, which is exactly what I want for him to do.

“Nestor, I’m so sorry…” Liam whispers, moving  to a kneeling position. 

This is it, he’s about to leave. I looked up to him, just to his lips, which were twitching.

“I’m sorry.” He says again, leaning forward. And then he locks his lips with mine into a kiss. Which I didn’t expect. It felt good, and if this is how I’ll go, I accept it.

“I love you.” He says as he pulls away, then he presses his finger against my injured arm.

My eyes open and go wide at this, and when I look over to Liam, he holds my face close to his, our eyes meeting and making contact.

“I love you.”

I feel the rush of jumping and crashing into somewhere familiar, a torrent of memories and feelings, and new sensations hit him as I get pulled inside the recesses of Liam’s mind. I stumbled back, the pain in my arm and leg disappearing, replaced by just soreness on my knees and my eyes stinging.

I gasped, and pulled myself forward. 

In front of me, sat my old body. Motionless, lifeless, the expressionless face looked gaunt.

“No.” was the first word I said. “No, no no no.”

I tried to shake my old body, but it wouldn’t respond. I brought the face up and forced his eyes open, to hopefully jump back there, but it won’t work. Nothing worked.

“What did you do, Liam?” I asked myself, looking down at the blue flannel that Liam wore just moments ago, and I was wearing it now. “Liam, no please...what did you do..?”

I sobbed on the chest of my old body, a wet spot appearing on the red shirt it wore.

Liam knew this. He knew it was the last time I’d be able to jump into him, before he breaks. And he gave his life to me, his body, everything. Everything that could still lead him to live freely and happily, should he have just ran away. But no, he gave it to me.

“You really are so stubborn.”

I hear another gunshot, and Matt yelling again, closer this time.

I risked one more look towards my corpse, then took a deep breath, and sighed. I slung Liam’s—my backpack over my shoulders, and stood up. I wasn’t planning on wasting what Liam gave me. And though it wasn’t the ending I wanted it to be, this is what I have now.

“I know you’re still there!” Matt’s voice rings out, even closer.

I exhaled, looked at the direction of where the sounds of cars and trucks came from, then sprinted towards there.

~

First story, yay!

[putradisguiser]

I'm somewhere in the Philippines and getting bored, so I head to a clinic to see if I can find a good body to take over. The first area is full of women and kids, not really my scene... So, I float to another area and spot him: a hot, athletic guy with a great face and sporty hair, sleeping with his mouth open.

Mmmm, perfect! I drift closer to check him out. Damn, he is really hot…and his sleeping expression is turning me on. I sniff his neck holy shit, he smells amazing… like a blend of sporty cologne and manly sweat. I touch his face and run my fingers through his hair. Hehehe, he isn’t aware of me at all. Then I touch and squeeze his chest, and he lets out a soft moan, "Nnhh..." as if he's dreaming. Aww, he looks so cute. I can't resist any longer, so I lunge into his open mouth and force my way into his body. He immediately jerks and makes a choking sound, "Hck!" as I slip into his body. His throat bulges, and I can feel him waking up, getting all confused and overwhelmed as I rapidly take control of him. With a final push, I am fully in the driver’s seat…

"Haaaah..." I let out a deep, satisfied sigh. I look at my new hands and touch my face, then feel my chest and abs. His pecs twitch as I grope them. This is purrrfect! And nobody around me seems to notice anything weird, the guy next to me is still sleeping too. I cup and rub his crotch, warm and thick. I peek into his shorts and wow, this man is packing! His cock is even leaking a bit…I can't wait to have some fun with my new cock! 😋 Then, I raise my arm and sniff my sweaty armpit, "Ohooo..." Sour and musky... he is perfect for me and he is all mine to control. Guess I'll stay as him for my vacation in the Philippines until I find a new man I like.

[putradisguiser]

A halloween special story from me!

Syaiful was in the middle of workout at the gym. His muscled arms glistened with sweat as he finished a set of bicep curls, feeling the pump in his biceps and triceps. Every rep made his muscles bulge, veins popping from the strain... And when he finished, he moved on to deadlifts, focusing hard on each lift just like he always used to. As he lost in his workout, hovering above him was a creature unlike any he'd seen before... It was the size of his head, its wings beating in a blur and its eyes like shiny obsidian. It glowed with a blue light

As Syaiful braced for another lift, the creature drifted closer, as he looked up, just in time to see it hovering inches from his face.

"What the..."

When his eyes widened and locked onto the creature's blue eyes, his body jolted and tensed and froze... then his eyes rolled back, their whites turning the same eerie blue. The deadlift bar slipped from his grasp, dropping to the floor with a loud clang. Syaiful's shocked expression faded, replaced by a blank, unfocused stare... Slowly, he straightened up and as if under a trance, began to follow the creature out of the gym...

And strangely, no one else seemed to notice the creature or the shift in Syaiful's behavior. He walked in a daze through the gym, oblivious to curious glances as he pushed open the exit door. Outside, he crossed the street without looking, narrowly missing an oncoming motorbike. The driver yelling angrily as he hit the pavement, bu Syaiful didn't flinch, his gaze fixed on the creature leading him to an abandoned factory.

After what felt like an endless walk, he arrived at an abandoned factory somewhere secluded part of the town... Inside, about fifteen men stood, all ages no younger than 20 year olds, and builds, each with their own blue glowing creature. They swayed gently, mouths opened, eyes rolled back... hums and low moans filling the space. The scent of sweat and musk filled the space. Syaiful was the largest among them.

"Take off all your clothes"

A voice echoed, resonating from the largest creature, the queen. In unison the men nodded, their eyes flashing blue, moving with robotic obedience as they stripped down. Their bodies exposed, their penises hanging heavy between their thighs. The creature’s glow intensified as it seemed to study each man, then they shrank slightly, and then suddenly launching straight at each man’s face with a force, including Syaiful's...

He tried to scream, but his body wouldn’t obey.. But instead, his mouth opened. Syaiful's eyes widened as the creature’s essence surged through him. His muscles tensed, veins glowing blue as a strange mix of pain and pleasure hit him...

“Unghhh…”

Syaiful moaned as his body writhed, gasping as his head thrown back and his eyes glowing blue again. The sensation was almost unbearable... an intense throbbing pleasure sensations that spread to every inch of him, finally centering in his groin. His penis sprang to life, hardening.. thickening.. and his phallus head throbbing as his entire penis shifted shape and size, morphed into a monster sized cock. His balls tightened, glowing blue. He couldn't take it anymore, as he came with a loud roar... shot ropes of luminescent cum splashed on the floor and his thighs, abs and his lips. The scent of his release filled the air intoxicating him more...

Around him, the other men went through the same ritual, their grunts and groans filling the air as they stroked their glowing and growing cocks, releasing their luminescent puddle of loads onto the floor and their bodies. The scent of sex and sweat was overpowering...

Then the creature slithered across Syaiful's face, its movements visible just beneath the skin, tracing a path around his skull before finally settling deep inside his brain. His head pulsed with a strange blue light, glowing faintly then bluish wisp of smoke rose from his hair, like steam from a kettle. His eyes squeezed shut, and his tense body fell slack, his head drooping, arms limp at his sides...

After a few seconds, he slowly raised his head again, eyes still closed. When he opened them, they glowed with an intense blue light before flickering back to a blank, human gaze. For a moment, his irises rolled to pure white, then gradually returned to their normal color, settling back into place..

A low, gurgling voice escaped his lips, rough and alien. He cleared his throat, rolling his neck with a crack as his voice smoothed, shifting to sound like himself again..

“Syaiful... errghmmm... is no longer... alone...”

He smirked, an unsettling satisfaction in his eyes as he ran a hand over his arms, feeling his solid muscles as if for the first time. He ran his hands over his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles and the sweat on his skin, enjoying the strength coursing through him. He lifted his arms, sniffing his armpits, inhaling the scent of his sweat... It was intense, warm musky, and laced with the creature's pheromones.

His cock twitched, still hard, still glowing. He ran a hand over his short hair, rubbing it, before bringing his fingers to his nose, inhaling deeply. The scent was overwhelming, and to his surprise, it turned him on so much that he felt his cock throb, still rock hard. He let out a soft, "Fuck...." as he came again.

Around him, the other men had undergone the same transformation, each one’s eyes carrying the same unnatural glow. They moved in sync, all possessed, their bodies filled with the creatures’ essence. The other man watched Syaiful with a hungry look in his eyes, his penis twitching excitedly.

"Damn... that's hot..."

Syaiful nodded, breathing heavily, a satisfied grin on his face. "This new body is fucking incredible..." he said, looking down at his glowing cock. The other man licked his lips. Suddenly, a booming voice echoed through the factory.

“Gentlemen, the takeover is complete. These humans are now ours... We must spread our seed, infect every men we can...”

Excitement hummed in the air as the men all smiled, nodding in unison.

“Take over and control the humans...” Syaiful muttered, his voice now mingling with the others as they set out into the night, ready to carry out their orders.....

[putradisguiser]

Male possession clip.

[putradisguiser]

Bangkok October 2024

"Morning, my bear~" a soft voice whispered in Aim's ear, pulling him gently from sleep. He blinked his eyes open, groggy but comforted by the sight of Shan, his fiancé, smiling at him. Aim couldn’t help but smile, even though he still felt groggy… He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and leaned in, planting a sleepy kiss on Shan’s cheek. He had been up for a while, preparing breakfast like he always did.

"Go freshen up, and I'll get our running stuff ready!" he grinned, already in his running gear, eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'll get our stuff ready for the race."

Aim groaned internally. “The race…” Today was the Bangkok Race Day, a marathon Shan had been pestering him to join for weeks. Aim had finally caved, not because he wanted to, but because he couldn’t say no to that smile of him. Plus, it wasn’t just about the race, it was about showing up for Shan and his friends. He loved him that much…

Dragging himself out of bed, Aim glanced in the mirror. He wasn’t feeling great today… He’d gained a few pounds over the past couple months, and the thought of running in front of thousands of people made him cringe. Still, love had a way of making him do things, even when he didn't feel up for it… 

He squeezed himself into his running gear, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to his round, chubby frame. “Great…” he thought. He felt like a stuffed sausage… but his excitement was contagious. He wanted to make him happy…

“This is going to be torture…”

They arrived at the event by 6:15 AM, and the place was already  buzzing with energy. The crowd was massive, music blaring from speakers as people stretched and warmed up. Shan was already in his element, chatting with his friends and snapping some Instagram stories. 

Aim, on the other hand, felt a bit out of place... He scanned the sea of toned, lean, and muscular bodies, feeling like the odd one out. Don’t get him wrong, Shan loved him just the way he was, but Aim couldn’t help but wish he looked more like those guys…

"Babe, you alright??" Shan's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

Aim forced a smile. "Yeah, yeah… Let’s do this!" he said, taking his hand as they lined up at the start.

The first few hundred meters were fine. Aim managed to keep pace, though Shan was always a few strides ahead. But it didn’t take long for reality to hit… His breath started to come in sharp, ragged gasps, his heart pounded like it was about to burst out of his chest, and his vision started to blur…  They hadn’t even reached the 500 meter mark yet, and Shan had already disappeared into the crowd ahead…

"Haah... haah... I... I can't..." he gasped, stumbling to a halt. He bent over, his hands on his knees, Aim’s breath came in painful, ragged bursts…  Sweat dripped into his eyes, stinging them, and everything around him seemed to blur. 

“No... not like this..” His chest tightened as the world around him faded. 

"Sh… Shan..." he tried to call out, but his voice came out in a whisper. "Shan… w-wait! For me..." 

And then, everything went black…

The last thing he heard before everything faded was a woman’s voice yelling for help.

Aim's eyes fluttered open slowly. His head throbbed, and his chest still ached. Something warm and wet was licking his cheek, nibbling on his ear. 

It tickled, pulling him out of his daze. Confused, he blinked and looked around… He wasn’t on the street anymore. Instead, he found himself lying in a strange room. 

"Huh...?" He blinked, looking around in confusion. The walls were a shade of emerald green, there were odd statues laying around, ancient looking paintings on the walls, and strange artifacts decoration. It felt like he’d stumbled into some kind of gothic vampire mansion… 

"What the... Shan!!" he called out, panic rising in his chest. 

Suddenly, a soft meow made him jump, and he scrambled backward, noticing the orange cat that had been licking his face. 

"A cat??"

Aim's heart pounded as he took in the room again. The vibe is just off… The cat sat there, staring at him intently. Aim could feel something wrong about this whole situation, like the air was charged with something mysterious.

“Please let this be a dream, please, please, please!!” Aim squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to wake up, but when he opened them, nothing had changed.

“There’s nothing you can do Aim, hahaha. You’re stuck here with me…” a voice suddenly echoed in his mind. Aim’s breath hitched.

“The cat just talks??” 

Before Aim could react, the room filled with a thick, swirling white smoke. His breath hitched as panic gripped him, and he pressed himself against the wall, eyes wide with fear. The smoke clouded his vision, and through the haze, a figure slowly emerged.

In its place stood a man, a tall, imposing figure. He had a broad, muscular frame, every muscle of his chiseled and defined as if he was sculpted from a marble. He wore nothing but a loose, white doctor’s coat and leathery pants that hugged his body perfectly. He had deep scars around his chest and abs, giving him an unsettling look. His dark hair fell over his forehead, and his lips curled into a dangerous grin.

“No way…” Aim gasped, staring up at the man in disbelief. “The... the demon cat...”

“Of course!” the man chuckled, his deep voice dripped with amusement. 

Aim’s mind raced... He'd heard urban legends about a demon cat that could eat human’s souls when they met him. He was a vengeful young doctor who had made a deal with the king of the underworld, Mara. Aim had never believed those stories. They were just ridiculous tales... 

“Putra…”

“You didn’t expect to meet me like this, did you?” the demon cat sneered.

"Don’t worry, I’m not here to eat your soul or anything like that. Those rumors are so overblown…”

Aim’s heart pounded as the man approached, his towering frame casting a shadow over him. There was something alluring about him, something Aim couldn’t tear his eyes away from despite the fear gnawing at his gut.

“I’m here to help you." Putra said, crouching down to meet Aim’s wide eyed stare. 

"W-What do you mean??" Aim stammered.

The demon sneered, rolling his eyes. “Don’t you want to be with your fiancé again? I mean, you really screwed up back there, didn’t you?”

Aim’s heart twisted. He wanted nothing more than to be back with Shan, to feel his arms around him again. 

“You should’ve told him you weren’t feeling well this morning. You couldn’t run, Aim. You shouldn’t have pushed yourself...”

Aim felt a surge of guilt. He knew Putra was right. He should’ve been more  honest and open, but he didn’t want to disappoint him. He had forced himself to run despite knowing his limits. Now... was it too late?

“Heh, let me show you something.” Putra said, and with a wave of his hand, the massive TV screen in the room flickered to life. Aim’s blood ran cold as he saw what was playing, his own funeral…

He watched in horror as his mother and siblings cried, his friends looking on somberly. But then, there was Shan… heartbroken, sobbing uncontrollably sitting near to his coffin. Seeing him like that made Aim’s heart shattered. His tears started to well up as he screamed at the screen, “Shan!! I’m here!! I’m over here!!” But no one could hear him.

Aim collapsed to his knees, his chest tight with anguish. “Please, I don’t want it to end like this!!” he sobbed uncontrollably.

Putra sighed, watching Aim's breakdown with a mix of pity and amusement. “It’s too late, Aim. You’re dead… And you’ve been here for a year.”  

“But I can help you... if you want to go back~” he added.

"A year?" Aim’s mind couldn’t wrap around the concept. There was no way he’d been gone for that long. To him, it felt like only ten minutes had passed. As the screen flickered back to life, showing his coffin on the verge of being cremated, the numb expression on his fiancé face was like another painful shot to Aim’s heart. He could see the deep sadness, the longing in his eyes, breaking him.

“No… no! Please!” Aim’s voice cracked, tears streaming down his face. “I want to go back!! I need to be with Shan!! It can’t end like this, not like this!!”

Putra’s wicked smirk curled wider, his eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction. Soon, the moment he had been waiting for was about to happen. 

“Sure. I can make you go back to life..” he said, his voice mixed with mock sympathy. “But as you already know... I can’t put you back in your old body. You wouldn’t want to return to Shan looking like a burned, deformed corpse, right?” His grin widened, teasing Aim with the harsh reality.

Aim’s heart sank. "Then how can I get back? Isn’t there any way? You’re a demon! Can’t you do something?!"

Putra sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "Ckckckck… easy now." His voice dripped with amusement. "My powers are… let’s say… limited. I can’t make a new body that looks exactly like yours. But…" His grin turned sharp, his eyes glinting wickedly. 

"I can find you a new body~" Putra's grin widened, more menacing now. Aim felt an instinct that this was going to get twisted fast.

"How??" 

Putra chuckled under his breath, his fingers lazily waving at the screen, which flickered and shifted to a new image. There, they saw a man, lean, athletic, and effortlessly handsome. He was sitting in an office, busy typing away on his laptop, looking like someone who had everything going for him.

"He’s pretty…" Aim whispered, unable to hide the slight admiration in his voice.

"Indeed he is." Putra replied "In case you didn’t know, this guy was Shan’s crush back in college."

Aim’s eyes widened. “Shan’s college crush??” He had never heard about this guy before. How could Shan have kept something like this from him. Putra, always the instigator, chuckled at Aim’s confusion.

"Even while you two were together," Putra added, "Shan still harbored feelings for him. Not that he’d ever tell you that, of course...”

Aim’s chest tightened. The weight of betrayal, or at least the feeling of it, pressed on his heart. “How could Shan keep something like this from me?”

 He felt a wave of defeat wash over him, mixed with the bitter sting of jealousy. But still… If this was the only chance to get back to Shan, would it be worth it? 

“Are you… are you really going to put me in his body?” Aim asked, he was terrified and uncertain, yet part of him felt tempted.

“Exactly!” Putra’s eyes lit up, as if the idea thrilled him. “Don’t you want that? This is the only way I can bring you back to Shan.”

Aim hesitated, his mind flooded with doubts. He didn’t want to look like someone else, especially not like Shan’s old crush... But the idea of seeing Shan again, of being with him, he couldn’t deny how tempting it was.

"So, what’s the deal? Do I have to let you eat my soul or something?" Aim asked, trying to sound brave, though his voice was kind of shaky.

Putra laughed. "No, no, no. Oh, no. I don’t want your soul. Watch this!" 

Putra reached into the screen as if it were made of water. His fingers stretched out, gripping the man’s head while he was still sitting at his desk. The guy jerked in his chair, his mouth falling open in a silent scream, his eyes widened in shock. Then, with a single yank, Putra pulled him out of the screen and into their room.

"What the…" Aim gasped, frozen in shock.

The man stood before them, his body convulsing as he tried to regain awareness. When he finally came to, his wide eyes darted around the room in panic. 

"Where… where am I?!" 

Putra stood over him, smiling that same unsettling smile, his eyes gleaming with amusement.  Aim’s heart raced as the reality of what was happening hit him.

“No way…” Aim whispered, watching as the impossible became real before his eyes. 

"Oh hushh…" Putra said dismissively to the shocked and confused man, his face pale with terror. 

"So…" Putra continued, turning his attention back to Aim, "Do we have a deal here?" 

His voice was soft yet sinister and he looked deep into Aim’s eyes. The weight of the choice pressed down on him… He hesitated, but after a long moment, he nodded.

"Perfect!!" Putra’s eyes lit up with twisted excitement. "This is exactly what I’ve been waiting for! Hahaha!"

"Wait… W-What are you gonna do to me!!?" the stranger cried out, his voice shaking with fear. "Take me back! Who the hell are you people!!?"

Putra flicked his wrist, and a crowbar appeared in his hand. Without warning, he gave a single, swift wave at the man’s back. The stranger gasped in horror as his clothes were sliced clean off his body, leaving him completely naked and exposed. 

Then, in swift motion, Putra sliced the man’s back open with clean precision, the cut clean and perfect, like opening a door… The stranger convulsed, a moan of pleasure escaped his lips. His eyes widened in shock, half in terror, half in involuntary lust…

"Take off all your clothes and step inside your new body…" Putra ordered, as he gestured to the paralyzed man in front of him. The man’s body trembled, frozen in place, though his cock was already leaking pre cum. His expression wavered between fear and a sort of pleasure, as if he was both horrified and seduced by the demonic magic overtaking him.

"Please... please, don’t do this..." the man whimpered, looking directly at Aim.

Aim stood for a moment, unsure and equally terrified  if he could really go through with this… But then, the thought of Shan somehow overpowered his doubts. Slowly, he began to strip off his clothes, until he was completely exposed. There was no turning back now…

He approached the man’s body, the grotesque opening in his back still glowing faintly from Putra’s magic.

"Are you sure this will work??" Aim asked, glancing nervously at Putra one last time.

Putra rolled his eyes dramatically. "Yes! Now come on!" he urged, growing impatient.

Aim sighed, then slowly lifted one leg and carefully stepped into the man’s back. As his foot slid inside, a slimy warmth enveloped him…  The sensation sent a shudder through his body, it felt strangely good, like almost pleasurable, despite how disturbing the act was…

The man jolted and moaned loudly, his body reacting to Aim’s intrusion with an intensity that sent waves of lust through both of them. Aim felt the man’s skin tighten around his leg as he fully stepped inside, adjusting his feet to match the man’s form.

He then slid his cock into the man’s, like slipping into a perfectly snug sheath. The sensation was overwhelming… 

“Ohhh…” both of them moaned in unison as their penises connected. Aim’s eyes rolled back as pleasure coursed through him. Their penises throbbed, splashing cum across his thighs, chest, and the floor beneath them like a big puddle. Then the natural musk of the man’s body hit Aim’s nose, and he found himself drooling, unable to resist the smell… 

"Fuckk... you smell so good…" Aim whispered, feeling his control slipping as his body was overtaken by pleasure.

The man whimpered softly, his voice tinged with despair. "Please… g-get out of my body… Stop this…" His pleas were useless. Aim was going to possess him, no matter what.

Next, Aim slid both of his arms into the man’s skin, flexing the lean, athletic muscles as they enveloped his own. He felt the man’s power, his strength, merging with his own being. The scent from the man’s armpits hit him again, the reek musk driving Aim wild with lust.

"Fuckk… this is so fucking hot…" Aim repeated, his voice hoarse with desire. He couldn’t help himself, he began to explore the man’s body, feeling the tight lean abs, and his defined muscles. His hands found the man’s sensitive nipples, and he flicked and teasing them, causing the man to cry out in both horror and pleasure. His new body felt amazing, every inch of it sparking with sensation…

"Go on~" Putra encouraged teasingly, watching with delight and arousal at the same time.

Aim, now fully absorbed in his new body. The stranger’s eyes widened in terror.

"No! No, please!" the man begged desperately, his voice shaking.

But Aim only smiled grimly. This was for Shan… He had to do this. 

Before Aim could adjust the man’s face onto his own, Putra approached them. He then grabbed the man’s chin and forced their lips together. The man’s eyes widened in terror as a bright white light poured from his mouth. Putra sucked deeply, drawing the man’s very soul from his body in a pull. 

Then came the wet, grotesque crunching sounds of Putra consuming the man’s soul echoed through the room.

"Mmmm… delicious," Putra said, licking his lips, clearly savoring the man’s spirit.

Aim stared in awe and fear, he realized Putra really did eat souls just like the urban legend. Thank god it wasn’t his. Now, the man’s body was nothing more than a lifeless husk, a skinsuit, hollow and soulless. 

Then with a deep breath, Aim pulled the man’s head back slightly, and slid his own head inside like wearing a mask. The man’s smell coming from his hair and scalp filled Aim’s nostrils, sending him into another wave of ecstasy that triggered another intense orgasm… His penis exploded again, shooting cum everywhere as their heads merged fully.

Aim slid his tongue into the man’s mouth, adjusting it to fit his own, feeling the warmth and wet of his the man’s tongue and the saliva it dripped from their mouths. He fit the man’s teeth in place like dentures. 

Finally, he opened his eyes, blinking slowly. He felt… different. Lighter… and stronger. He looked around and saw Putra watching him, wiping drool from his lips, his face flushed red with satisfaction.

"Am… am I him now?" Aim asked, shocked to hear a different voice coming from his mouth.

Putra nodded approvingly. He snapped his fingers, and the screen wall transformed into a mirror. Aim stepped forward, eyes wide in disbelief as he saw his reflection. 

“No fucking way…”

His fingers traced over his new face, feeling the handsome features, the lean, athletic body beneath his touch. He flexed his arms, admiring the tight muscles, then stretched his cock, marveling at the new size and shape.

"This is… real. I can’t believe it!" Aim muttered, jumping slightly but stumbling in the mess of cum on the floor. 

Putra smiled, watching Aim with an amused look in his eyes. "Now, you don’t get a body like this for free, handsome…" he said, starting to remove his coat.

Aim frowned, his heart sinking. "Huh?? What… what do you mean??"

Putra smirked. "Nothing’s free here. I want a payment~"

"No!” his eyes widened, “What do you want again??" 

Putra’s smile widened. "I want to fuck you."

"Fuck me!?"

Putra stepped closer, unbuckling his pants. "If you don’t pay up, I’m afraid you’re going to be stuck here forever. And… I can make Shan forget all about you." His voice was dripping with menace.

Aim’s heart pounded. No, he couldn’t let that happen. He didn’t want to be fucked with a demon. But he had no choice…

"Be… be gentle with me," Aim whispered, hating how shaky his voice sounded.

Putra’s smile twisted slightly, though the hunger in his eyes didn’t fade. "Gentle?" he repeated, like the idea amused him. His eyes gleamed with something dark, something hungry. "I can try… but I’m not used to being gentle."

Aim’s breath caught in his throat as Putra moved closer, his presence overwhelming. but there was something about Putra that made it impossible to look away.

"You’re so... fragile…" Putra muttered, almost as if it was amusing to him. "I could break you if I wanted to." He leaned in closer, his breath cold against Aim’s skin. "But I won’t.. unless you ask~"

Aim’s heart pounded, panic mixing with something else he didn’t want to acknowledge. "Just get it over with…" he forced out, trying to keep some control.

Putra chuckled softly, the sound low and dark. "Oh no, we do this at my pace. You’ll take it, and enjoy it. Whether you like it or not…"

Without another word, Putra’s mouth moved down to Aim’s cock, and Aim gasped as the heat and wetness hit him all at once. His hips jerked before he could stop them, and the intensity of it was almost too much…

Putra’s tongue worked slowly and deliberately, like he was in control of every second, driving Aim closer and closer to something that felt both terrifying and irresistible.

Aim’s breaths were shallow, ragged. He felt like he was hanging on the edge, caught between panic and pleasure. "Hahh… Ohh… nngh…why are you doing this?" he panted out, his mind a mess.

Putra glanced up, smirking. "Cause I can. You gave yourself to me, no?"

His hands roamed Aim’s body, teasing, taking his time… His fingers flicked over Aim’s hard and sensitive nipples, making Aim squirm uncontrollably and sprouted some whitish fluids. It was clear Putra was enjoying watching him fall apart like that, taking satisfaction in every little reaction Aim couldn’t control…

Aim’s brain was screaming at him to fight back, to stop this, but his body wasn’t listening. His hips moved on their own, seeking more, needing more… He hated it, hated how much his body was giving in, but there was no denying it now…

Putra pulled back, and for a second, Aim thought it was over, until he saw the look in Putra’s eyes. That dark, almost wild hunger was still there, even stronger now. Putra positioned himself between Aim’s legs, pressing his cock against Aim’s entrance. The heat of it was unbearable, sending a jolt of fear back through Aim… “Nnghh!!” 

Before Aim could even say anything, Putra leaned down, his voice low and sharp in Aim’s ear. "Don’t fight it. It’ll hurt more if you do…"

Aim took a shaky breath, trying to prepare himself, but when Putra pushed in, it was relentless. The pain was sharp, intense, and Aim clenched his fists, biting down hard to keep from making a sound.

Putra paused, watching Aim with that same dark intensity. "I could make it worse~" he whispered, a twisted smile on his lips. "But I won’t. Not yet..."

Then Putra started moving, slow at first, each thrust controlled, measured. The pain was still there, but with each movement, it started to change, blurring into something else, something Aim didn’t want to admit felt good...

"You feel that.." Putra growled, his voice deep and rough. "That’s your body learning to crave me. Soon, you won’t be able to stop…"

Aim’s body responded again without him even thinking about it, his hips moving in rhythm with Putra’s, chasing the pleasure that was starting to take over the pain. Putra’s hands gripped Aim’s hips, pulling him closer, faster. The pace quickened, their bodies colliding, the heat between them overwhelming.

"Nngh… come for me!" Putra demanded, his voice rough and commanding. 

The words pushed Aim over the edge. His body tensed, the release hitting him hard, his breath catching as pleasure surged through him. He barely registered Putra finishing, the demon shuddering above him… 

For a moment, they stayed there, tangled together on the wooden floor, breathing heavily in the silence. Finally, Putra pulled out, chuckling in satisfaction looking down at Aim.

"Hahaha. You enjoyed that alot didn’t you?" he said softly, a hint of mockery in his voice. Aim lay there, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his body still trembling from everything that had happened. He did it… He’d paid the final transaction.

“Alright then, that means I have to let you go. Back to your loved one.” 

Then with a quick, effortless swing of his crowbar, Putra sent a ripple of green light through the air. It wrapped around Aim’s body, lifting him off the ground like he weighed nothing. His body began to shift and change, the green light swirling tighter, transforming him bit by bit.

New clothes appeared on him, a deep green shirt and brown pants. His hair shifted and styled neatly. His face was sharper, more refined, no more mess from the supernatural sex he had earlier. Aim looked down and he felt more put together. More… complete.

Putra smiled, clearly pleased with his work. “Enjoy your new life, Aim.” he said and waved at him. Then everything exploded into a blinding white light. The room, Putra, everything faded in that brilliant flash. Aim shielded his eyes, overwhelmed.

When the light dimmed, everything had changed. The magical energy of Putra’s chamber was gone. Aim blinked, trying to focus, and found himself on a quiet street. The hum of the city buzzed in the distance, and warm late afternoon sunlight cast a peaceful glow over everything.

His heart clenched tight with emotion, as his tears suddenly welled up in his eyes. He was back. After everything, he had made it back… Just ahead, sitting at a small table outside a cozy café, was Shan. His head was bent over something, focused and unaware. Aim’s heart pounded. He could barely believe it. After all this time, after everything he’d gone through, there he was… 

With trembling hands and tears streaming down his face, Aim took a shaky step forward  until he stood just a few feet from Shan. 

“Shan…”

Shan looked up, confused at first, but then recognition flashed in his eyes. He smiled, surprised but warm. “Erik…? Oh my god, Erik, it’s been ages!”

Erik? Aim’s heart sank. That name, he wasn’t Aim anymore. The face, the body, even the name, it was all different. But the love, the longing in his heart, that was still there. That would never change… 

He smiled, though it felt fragile. “I… I missed you. A lot.” Aim said, his voice cracking with emotion.

Suddenly, everything he’d been holding inside broke free. His composure shattered, and he started to cry. Tears fell as he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Shan, holding him tightly. He buried his face in Shan’s shoulder, letting the sobs come.

“I missed you so much!” Aim choked out, his voice thick with all the pain and relief he’d been holding back. “I thought I’d never see you again!”

Shan was clearly taken aback, but he gently hugged him back, comforting Aim even though he didn’t fully understand what was going on. “Hey, it’s okay… I missed you too, Erik.” Shan said softly. “It’s been a while, huh?”

Aim clung to him, feeling both joy and sadness. He was finally with Shan, the person he loved most. But something inside him still felt wrong. He wasn’t Aim anymore. He wasn’t fully himself, and Shan didn’t even know it… 

This was the moment he’d dreamed of for so long, but it wasn’t the same. He couldn’t go back to who he used to be. But for now, with Shan holding him close, he let himself feel it, the relief of being home. Even if it wasn’t the way he imagined. Shan smiled down at him, still holding him gently, unaware of the storm inside Aim’s heart. And for now, that was enough….

[putradisguiser]

Maa Satjaree’s Servant

David was living the dream - a successful CEO with his own startup, multiple businesses, and the freedom to travel the world. Growing up, he'd always had it good, thanks to his dad's high powered job at a major insurance company in the US. Now, he was living in the laidback town of Pranburi, Thailand with his gorgeous Thai girlfriend, Kanom.

While Kanom provided great comfort and passion, she also came with her share of dramatic ups and downs. Her temper could flare up suddenly, usually about some trivial matter. David often found himself playing the role of peacemaker in her many quarrels with friends and family. It growing tiresome at times.

Before moving to Thailand and meeting Kanom, he'd been married to Michelle, and they had a little girl, India, who had just turned 6. But things had gone south, and now David and Michelle were separated, with Michelle and India still living in his mansion back in Orlando.

His thoughts drifted to his daughter, India. He missed her dearly and tried to visit as much as his busy schedule allowed. Though separated from her mother, he still cared deeply about her happiness and well being. Face timing with her every week helped, but it wasn't the same as seeing her in person.

David was on the phone again, pacing anxiously on the balcony. Kanom watched from behind over hearing him and waiting impatiently for him to finish the call. As David hung up, Kanom came striding down to meet him. "David! What the hell?! You already promised me! What do you mean you’re gonna go back to the States?!"

David let out a long sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Another fight with Kanom was the last thing he needed today.

"Candy, please try to understand," he began in a calm but tired tone. "My mother has been in and out of the hospital for weeks. The doctors aren't sure what's wrong but she's in a lot of pain. I need to fly back to the States to be with her."

Kanom's eyes flashed with irritation. "But why does it have to be next week? Tangkwa's party is important! All my friends and family will be there and they want to meet you!"

David ran a hand through his hair in frustration. Reasoning with Kanom was like banging his head against a wall. Ever since they met two years ago at a Preston's beach party in Hua Hin, she had seemed perfectly content as his girlfriend - at least initially. But lately she'd been growing more demanding and possessive of both his time and money.

Her family came from humble means in rural Prachuap Khiri Khan, and David understood the allure of his wealth and status. At the start he didn't mind lavishing her with gifts. But Kanom was beginning to wear him down with her constant partying, spending sprees, and now this obsession with flaunting their relationship.

Worse still was her jealousy over his past. Even though his marriage had ended years ago, Kanom was convinced he still harbored feelings for his ex-wife Michelle. The accusations and distrust were grinding him down.

David took a deep breath, trying to keep his patience. "Candy, my mom's health is the top priority right now. I'll only be in the States for a week, 2 weeks max. I promise I'll be back for Tangkwa's party."

Kanom shook her head stubbornly. "It's always something with your family. Work, your daughter and your mother. When are you ever going to choose me?!"

Her words stung, but David refused to take the bait. Arguing would only make the situation worse. "Nothing is more important to me than you and our life here. But family emergencies happen, and I need to be there for my mom."

"You know I care about you," he said. "But my mom’s health is my top priority now. I need to be there in case..." He trailed off, not wanting to voice the possibility out loud.

Kanom's face twisted in anger and frustration. David knew this reaction all too well by now, the dramatics were sure to escalate if he didn't diffuse the situation.

Her lip started to quiver in a way he knew all too well. The waterworks were coming. "But I love you and we're supposed to be together. Don't you love me anymore?"

As the first tears threatened to fall, David pulled her into a hug despite her resisting at first. "Of course I love you, Candy. But I have responsibilities I can't ignore. This is just for a little while."

She melted into his embrace then, crying softly into his shirt. David gently stroked her hair, hoping to soothe her fragile emotions. Inside, though, doubts nagged at him. Was this really the stable future he wanted? Or was it time for a change before things went too far?

Two days before David's trip back to Palm Beach to visit his mom…

The sun was setting, casting a golden and pink glow on the beach and David was chatting with his friends at the beachside bar he owned. The place had a lively atmosphere, with laughter filling the air. His laidback demeanor masking the underlying tension he could feel. Across the room, Kanom was deep in conversation with her sister, Tangkwa, but her eyes kept drifting towards David.

"Hey sis, why the stare? You gotta stop looking at him like that; it's kinda creepy," Tangkwa said, noticing her sister's intense gaze. "I can't help it. I just don't trust him," Kanom replied, her eyes darting back to David. "There's something about him that makes me uneasy..."

"What do you mean? He's a great guy and we all know it. Maybe you're just jealous that one of those guys hitting on him?" Tangkwa teased, knowing her sister's obsession with David.

"You just don't understand. I just can't bring myself to trust him. I have this feeling that he's still talking about his ex wife. What if one of those guys is a friend of hers? I need to make sure he's all mine!" Kanom said. Tangkwa sighed, knowing this was a lost cause.

"Anyway, how's Khun Maa? I haven't seen her in a while." asked Kanom. "She's at home, went to Korat for some 'business'," Tangkwa responded, a hint of unease in her tone. "I don't think you should meet her now, sis. You know how she is these days— a bit much. I'd think twice before bothering her. Unless you wanna risk it."

Kanom's eyes narrowed, a determined glint sparking within. "I need to talk to her. I have something I need to ask for."

"Don't!" Tangkwa interjected, "She's in no mood to deal with anyone right now, let it go. Besides, Khun Maa seems like she doesn't want to be bothered right now." she urged.

But Kanom was unmoved, her desperation palpable. "I have no choice. I have to keep David for me!" Tangkwa tried to reason with her, but Kanom's mind was made up. She was going to seek the aid from Mother Satjaree, Kanom's powerful, great aunt who also a a witch whose witchcraft was rumored to be both so powerful and dangerous.

Tangkwa's eyes widened at the mention of doing a witchcraft to David. She knew her sister was capable of desperate measures. "Don't even think about it! It's dangerous, Kanom! Khun Maa is really powerful and messing with her isn't wise!" she warned.

Kanom's eyes sparkled with a dangerous determination. “I can't! I have to make sure David is mine, only mine! I'll do whatever it takes!" Kanom said her voice rising with desperation. David remained oblivious to the brewing storm.

As the sisters argued, David approached them, greeting Tangkwa and asking if she'd like another rum runner. She politely nodded, a big smile on her face.

David then looked up at his girlfriend, Kanom, and offered her a small smile. There was something about her vibe lately that made him a bit uncomfortable, and he suspected it had to do with his upcoming trip to visit his sick mother in Florida.

"Sorry, Tangkwa, I don't think I'll be able to make it to your birthday party," David said apologetically. "My mom is pretty sick, and I need to go back to Florida to be with her. But I can send you the presents later, if that's okay?"

Tangkwa's face fell slightly, but she quickly recovered "Oh no… well, that's too bad. I was really hoping you could come, but I understand your mother is your top priority right now!"

Kanom glared at Tangkwa, subtly shoving her shoulder as the sisters exchanged a tense look. After mingling and chatting a bit more, David and Kanom headed home.

Once there, David announced, "Babe, I'm taking a shower and then going straight to bed, okay?" Kanom nodded, a strange glint in her eye as David disappeared into the bathroom.

As soon as David was out of sight, Kanom made a phone call to Maa Satjaree. She poured out her concerns about David's impending trip and her growing suspicions about Michelle. Mother Satjaree listened and then offered a solution.

"But both of you must sleep together, after you come to my place," she instructed. "That's the only way the magic will bind David to you. And I'll need his essence as well - tonight."

Kanom agreed to Mother Satjaree's request, then set about gathering the necessary items - David's worn, damp briefs, a few strands of his hair and a small drop of her own blood.

As David stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed, Kanom greeted him with a sweet kiss. He yawned and stretched, then crawled into bed, not noticing Kanom's furtive actions.

She waited until his breathing deepened, signaling he was fast asleep. Then, with a quick, careful movement, she plucked several strands of his blonde hair, placing them in a small ziplock bag. and sent them to Maa Satjaree's home.

The next morning, Kanom approached David with a sly smile. "Babe, can we go somewhere today? My ‘grandma’ is visiting and she's dying to meet you!"

David hesitated, already planning his trip to Bangkok and onward to Miami. "But I need to go to the grocery store to pick up some things. And I have a flight to Bangkok tonight."

"Don't worry!" Kanom interrupted, her eyes gleaming. "I already called her and she understands you can't be gone for long. Please~ she's so excited to see you! It'll be quick, I promise!"

David sighed, unable to resist Kanom's pleading. "Okay, but no more than an hour." Kanom beamed, already knowing that her plan was falling into place.

David followed Kanom, slightly apprehensive but trusting her. As they pulled up to a modest yet well-kept home on the outskirts of town, Kanom turned to him with a bright smile. Something about this impromptu visit to meet her grandmother didn't sit quite right with him, especially given his impending trip back to the States.

"We're here~ This is my grandmother's place. I know it's not much, but she's so excited to meet you!" Kanom said, practically bouncing with giddy anticipation.

David forced a smile, his instincts telling him that something wasn't quite right. "Alright, let's make this quick then. I really do need to get to Big C and catch my flight."

Kanom nodded, "Of course, of course~ Come on, she's waiting inside." They made their way to the front door, which opened before Kanom could even knock. There stood an elderly woman, her weathered features set in a warm, welcoming expression.

"Ah, you must be David! Kanom has told me so much about you," the woman said, her voice carrying a melodic lilt. She ushered them inside, her gaze never leaving David's face. David felt a slight unease settle in the pit of his stomach, but he pushed it aside, determined to be polite. "Pleasure to meet you, ma'am."

The woman - whom he assumed was Kanom's grandmother - smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. David felt a shiver run down his spine, as if the old woman could somehow see into the depths of his soul. He cleared his throat nervously, offering a polite smile. Kanom practically beamed, ushering David inside. "Grandma~ this is my David. Isn't he just the most handsome man you've ever seen~"

Mother Satjaree's lips curled into a enigmatic smile as she appraised David, her keen eyes piercing into him. "Well, indeed, my child. He is quite... captivating. Please, call me Maa Satjaree. And the pleasure is all mine." Despite her appearance she spoke English very well.

David's unease grew, and he cautiously followed the two women deeper into the house, unsure of what to expect. As they entered the living room, his gaze was drawn to an altar adorned with candles, traditional masks, paintings and other mystical looking objects.

"Please, have a seat," Maa Satjaree said, gesturing to a wooden craft chair. "We have so much to talk. I’ll go and make you guys ‘tea’." He could've sworn he saw a flash of something unsettling flicker across the room.

David swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. Something told him that this was no ordinary visit, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was about to be swept into a world he never could have imagined.

Maa Satjaree came back with a tray of three cups of teas. She gave David the tea with cup made from a clay and nicely crafted with Thai mythical being. As he bring it closer to his mouth he smelled something really awful, he almost threw up. “God…”

Kanom’s happy face turned into a worry “Babe, you okay? Why don’t you drink the tea?” Maa Satjaree looked him deeply she didn’t offended or anything. “The smell… it’s awful…” said David with a disgusted and sick look.

Maa Satjaree chuckled softly, “It’s a special tea. It’s made from natural and healthy herbs I grow in my garden. You probably never had it before so of course you couldn’t take the smell but they’re good for your health and stamina. Especially you’re going to have such a long trip back to Florida, yes?”

David look at her in surprised. How did she knew he was going to Florida? Then she looked up to Kanom “Yeah I said it. So she can’t lock you here forever, right?” She rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“Please drink the tea.” Maa Satjaree said while also pretending to drink hers so did Kanom. David felt so uneasy he didn’t want to drink it but he forced it. As he finished gulped it down in disgust, Maa Satjaree relief. They continued to having a small conversation.

But suddenly midway conversation, David felt something lodge inside his throat. It felt like a hair stuck and tingling his throat. He groaned and coughed but the sensation getting more awful.

The weird sensations grew stronger, David's stomach churning uncomfortably. He tried to groan and pull up whatever was stuck in his throat, but the words caught in his constricted windpipe. Suddenly, his body began to shake, a pulsing sensation appearing in his groin especially in his taint and prostate.

"Mmmph...!" David whimpered, the strange feelings both unsettling and strangely pleasurable. He ran to the other side of the room, shoving his fingers into his mouth in a desperate attempt to dislodge whatever was causing the discomfort.

With a sharp tug, he pulled out a long, thick lock of hair - far more than should have been possible. David's eyes widened in shock and fear as he kept pulling, the hair seemingly endless.

"F-Fuck!" he cried out, bewildered by the sight.

With one final, strong pull, a terrifying, ghostly face emerged from his mouth, its gaping maw revealing sharp, serpentine teeth and a long, forked tongue. The specter let out a blood-curdling scream before diving back into David's open mouth and slithering down his body.

David's form convulsed violently as the entity fought for control. After what felt like an eternity of torment, his eyes went blank and lifeless, before suddenly regaining focus - but there was a sinister edge to his gaze now.

The 'new' David walked back to the room, his movements subtly altered. He approached Mother Satjaree and bowed respectfully, standing before her like a statue awaiting her commands. Kanom's eyes were wide with shock. "Wait, so who the hell is inside him, Khun yai?!" she demanded.

Mother Satjaree's lips curled into a chilling smile. "It's the 'magic.' David is still there, but he no longer has free will. He will do anything you please." She turned to the possessed man. "Putt, are you in there?"

'David' nodded, his voice devoid of emotion as he replied in flawless Thai. "ครับ…", (Yes…) Kanom's mouth hung open, her triumph over David's capture tinged with a hint of unease.

Then Maa Satjaree escorted both Kanom and the possessed ‘David’ to a secluded room, a dark, knowing glint in her eyes. "Onto the next ritual, then," She exchanged an unsettling smirk with the possessed 'David.'

Without warning, this new, sinister David grabbed hold of Kanom and began kissing her passionately, his movements frenzied and hungry. He threw her onto the bed, a predatory grin spreading across his face. Kanom let out a surprised yelp, but it quickly morphed into a moan of pleasure as ‘David’ began ravishing her.

"Oh, slow down, David~ Damn!" Kanom breathed, only to be met with a sinister grin as "David" silenced her with a deep, sloppy kiss.

He pulled Kanom into a deep, sloppy kiss, their bodies intertwining as they hastily shed their clothes. 'David's' mouth trailed down her golden skin, caressing and teasing every sensitive spot. He cupped her boobs, kneading them roughly before focusing his attentions on her aching, erect nipples.

Kanom's head fell back, a loud moans spilling from her lips. "D-David..." she whimpered, lost in ecstasy. This was nothing like her experiences with the old David - this new, primal version of him was driving her wild.

'David's' mouth continued its explorations, finally reaching the apex of her thighs. He lapped at her pussy hungrily, his tongue working her into a frenzy. "S-Slow down a bit…" Kanom pleaded, her body trembling with sensations she'd never experience before with the former David.

Unable to contain himself any longer, 'David' lined himself up and thrust ‘his’ hard erected wet cock into her vagina, ‘he’ let out a deep monstrous moan as he began to fuck Kanom.

Meanwhile, behind the wall, Maa Satjaree observed the proceedings, completely naked as she pleasured herself. She could feel every sensation, every shudder of ecstasy that rippled through David and Kanom, her own desire building with each thrust. The dark magic amplifying the sex into the next level.

As David and Kanom's pleasure peaked, David's jaw unhinged inhumanly wide and a thick, slimy tentacle burst forth from his gullet. Kanom screamed in terror as the wriggling appendage lashed out, plunging straight down her throat.

She tried to scream but could only gurgle in terror as the tentacle tunneled deeper, beginning to drink her down. Blood sprayed in thick gouts as 'David's' body convulsed violently, every inch electrified by obscene pleasure while the tentacle sucked Kanom's very life force out through her.

Eyes rolling back until only the whites showed, 'David' rutted mindlessly. Tentacle gulping her down in time with the brutal pussy pounding. Kanom's groans of agony soon degraded to wet gurgles as she grew frailer and more withered by the second, visibly aging decades in mere minutes as her lifeforce was consumed.

Finally she was just a desiccated husk, falling still as 'David' noisily slurped down her last dregs, leaving only a skeleton splayed obscenely on the ruined bedsheets. Both 'David' and Maa Satjaree climaxed, Maa Satjaree collected her squirt juice in a golden Tibetan bowl.

David cracked his neck, eyes twirled crazily before refocusing. Gathering Kanom's bones, he tucked them neatly into a wooden box, leaving just her skull out.

From a drawer, he retrieved an all-black outfit and other thing. Grinning menacingly, 'he' picked up a wooden dildo, its shape an exact replica of David’s penis just painted in black. ‘David’ sucked the tip lewdly before spreading ‘his’ cheeks and slowly impaling ‘himself’ the wooden penis until it went deep inside of ‘him’. With a throaty groan, cum splattering out around ‘his’ erected pink cock.

Once dressed and stuffed, ‘David’ walked into the next room where Maa Satjaree waited. "Did you get her?" She asked. ‘He’ confirmed, presenting Kanom's skull with a smirk. Maa laughed, handing David the bowl of her juices. "Now drink this."

‘David’ gulped it all down greedily until the last drop. David’s phone rang - it was Mason, David brother. At Maa's nod, ‘David’ answered, altering his tone to his former self's.

"Sorry man, can't make it to mom. Gotta stay here... forever." ‘He’ hung up abruptly, crushing the phone to dust in ‘his’ supernatural grip.

‘He’ pulled Maa into a deep, sweet kiss then ‘David’ standing devoid of emotions next to her obediently, awaited Maa Satjaree orders, pure darkness burning behind his eyes…

[putradisguiser]

"Dammit!! Mother fucking goddammit!!" I seethed through gritted teeth, sour smells of stale tobacco and bolognese sauce and hot coffee burning my nasal cavity.

I grimaced in disgust, this old man's wiry white mustache tickling my stolen nostrils uncomfortably as I spoke. This wasn't at all what I'd intended when I spotted that sexy young runner sitting next to me by the cursed creepy copper statue.

With a focused intention, I clearly visualized slipping my ethereal essence into his lean, athletic frame. Savoring the thought of controlling those taut muscles... feeling his powerful thighs scissor beneath me as I claimed his flesh from within... But something went wrong!! Clearly that damned copper idol had remapped my transfer vector, forcing me into a wrong host body instead of my chosen athletic vessel.

"Fuck fuck fuck!! Nononono!!" I blurted, panic as the unwanted sensations intensified. "Oww hell no!! Not this disgusting, perverted sack of wrinkles again!!"

I was getting frustrated with my situation, but I realized I had to find some humor in it for now. I was stuck possessing this gross old guy until I could figure out how to reverse the transfer.

I pinched the bridge of his bulbous nose and took some deep breaths, trying to get a handle on this accidental possession..

But something felt different about this one. As I connected with his body's natural rhythms, I was hit with a sudden surge of intense arousal. Gross images of old man lust and kinky fantasies flooded my mind, temporarily overwhelming me.

"F-Fuuuuck!" I cried out, unable to control the body's physical response as it spasmed and thrashed.

A never ending pit of deviant desires and perverse compulsions swirled in the dark corners of this host's messed up psyche. I had never encountered such a strong of lust before!

As I navigated through the churning vortex of his psyche, blaring feedback signals blasted my spirit with overwhelming euphoric static. The desperate, primal urges grew stronger with each crescendo.

When the feedback loop reached its peak, I cried out wordlessly as the stolen body thrashed and convulsed. The sensations finally plateaued, leaving me gasping for air.

I shuddered, fingers working through the sweaty white pubes as I tried to reorient my frazzled psyche. As the afterglow settled, I became aware of the rancid and earthy musk permeating my new possessed body.

"Oohhh... oh fuck me..." I groaned, equal parts grossed out and bewildered. "This dirty old bastard doesn't just crave the filth... he fucking LOVES being taken for a ride!"

It was a troubling realization, but maybe one I could use to my advantage while I’m stuck in this musky, old saggy body…