"You really should've joined us to Miami rather than seeking for your family's acceptance this Thanksgiving. Damian really got a trick on his sleeve,"
Johnny read the chat from Rick with his eyebrow furrowed. What the fuck was that chat all about? Suddenly, another message slides in, this time it's a picture, and Johnny's eyes instantly goes incredibly wide
"WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT SITE DID DAMIAN SHOWN TO YOU GUYS THAT HAS COACH COMBS BUTT-NAKED PICTURE?"
"Duh, are you purposefully being dumb or what? It's me dummy, we met Coach Combs on the beach and I slid into his fit hairy body. This is Damian and Lee now by the way, they met quite a hottie older friendship duo that they just turned gay for each other after one swift possession,"
Johnny's hand trembled in surprise. Is this for real? Fuck, he really should've ditched his family's Thanksgiving and just jet himself away with his fellas to Miami instead. His dick strained his short grey pants as he replayed the hint that Damian dropped about the spell he found online. But then his ear caught the voice of his most-awaited uncle downstairs and seemingly just arrived after his 8 hours drive from the other state and Johnny's eyes suddenly twinkled a rather mischievous smile
"Tell Damian to share the spell to me ASAP. I think I have just the plan and I will come join you three during the weekend,"
"No need, I have it in my notebook. Here, read the pics I just sent you,"
Johnny grinned and then quickly recited the spell. As his body instantly went limp, Johnny's astral form quickly dashed through the wooden floor and descended to the en-suite bathroom inside the bedroom designated for his Uncle Louis. As expected, the fit hunk instantly stripped himself for a shower as he has this habit of instantly showering upon arriving at his residences after every travel, and Johnny takes that isolation as a chance.
The studly man is all alone inside his bedroom with the door locked so Johnny knows no one will disturb this process. As his uncle undressed himself fully and started to round the towel around his waist, looking shredded as fuck yet a bit fatigued, that's when Johnny slides in smoothly with no resistance whatsoever into his uncle's physique. The invasion caused the massive stud to tremble a bit as Johnny's invading soul pressed and locked his own uncle's soul away into his own unconsciousness and mere seconds later, "Uncle Louis" is back to normal
"Happy Thanksgiving, Uncle Louis. Thanks for giving me access to this body so easily," he said with a smirk to the mirror as he then sniffed a rather peculiar smell wafting from his now massive body. Johnny then quickly raised his pit and grinned like a maniac as he then lick and huff his uncle's almost hairless yet sweaty pits as he found the source of the musky deliciousness that surrounded him.
"Hmmmm......8 hours of just driving inside an air-conditioned car yet you smelled this good? Fuck....imagine a 1 hour intense workout,"
Johnny then take it one step further as his mind raced with all sorts of scenario, hands rubbing the towel that covered his uncle's hard-on
"Oh how I wish my sweet otter of a gay nephew can come to my room and massaged my sore body after that lonely and tiring drive before I fuck his ass.....Oh dear God, wow, from where is this kind of thinking cumming? I'm such a perverted stud, ughhhh I really can use a warm hole to breed,"
He laughed a bit hearing his own uncle speaking like that and the reflection captured all sorts of the depravity he enacted using his uncle's body, but then he stared at the mirror with a serious gaze
"But I think he's sleeping now, because if he's awake, he will be coming down the stairs upon hearing my voice just like last Christmas, or even last year's Fourth of July when he went by my cabin. Heck, I was so oblivious that the gay nerd has a crush on me all this time! That long hug everytime we met or we have to separate to our own way, the way he always wanted to be in my car with me everytime the whole families went out, that queer wanted me to fuck his ass bad! Well you know what, maybe I should then fulfill his wish, fuck showering, I'll make his ass come down to my room so I can fuck him here, this is the only room with soundproof wall after all,"
He grabbed his uncle's phone and took a couple selfie of the massive stud and Airdrop it to his phone before eventually ejecting himself out from the body. Upon returning to his own body, he quickly send a picture to Rick
"Spare a room for this stud and don't get out yet, he'll come by on the weekend. But first, he's been driving all the way to fuck some sweet ass of his nephew on Thanksgiving, so please stay there until this weekend,"
Happy Thanksgiving week, folks! Rather than scouring the stores for Black Friday promos, why not thank yourselves for surviving this year with a good body to possess, control or shapeshift into?
"Come in! I don't usually have a visitor at 8.30 PM at summertime, to whom do I owe such pleasure? Oh....Adrien, son, why are you still in the office? Everyone usually left around 6 or 7 PM, except Cathy obviously, she's such a reliable assistant for me. Oh crap, enough with the rambling, what's up, son?" the DILF said cheerfully, unaware of Adrien's malicious intention
"Oh, the pleasure's mine, sir *close the door*. Especially when I will explore that tight hunky body of yours using that beautiful rugged hands and feeling all the raw authoritative strength coursing all over my system," Adrien said grinning as he takes a swig of his vial that he dropped to the floor with almost half of its content still left inside it. He found himself delighted with the mint-like yet more intense sensation from the potion as he tried to make his move
Taken aback with his own employee seemingly in lust with him so openly, he tried to speak a few words to get some sense back to Adrien. After all, this is the star recruit from a local Catholic college, why is he openly admitting to his homosexual desire knowing full well that his own boss is very much a devoted followers of Christ? But, the moment Adrien sprinted like his sole life goal literally placed right in front of his lanky 28 years old self, Mr. Wilson knows that shit will go south quickly, so he readied himself for an impact as he closed his eyes and raised his arm before realizing that 80% of Adrien's body already absorbed into him. Now faced with Adrien's face literally super close with his face, Mr. Wilson realized how fucked his situation at this very moment as Adrien's form seemingly turned slimy and his eyes clearly a little bit wrong
"We're going to be so close, I'm practically going to puppet your body to do whatever I desired," Adrien said with a maniacal grin that Mr. Wilson wouldn't expect coming from the usually-reserved new joiner
Adrien then lunged for a deadly kiss that will seal their fate and despite Mr. Wilson effort to move his arm to stop Adrien and turn his head away, rest of Adrien solid-slimy form still not absorbed by Mr. Wilson's body simply splashed on the surface of the DILF's face and upper part of the suit. The "slime" then moved to enter all possible orifices, be it Mr. Wilson's mouth, nostrils or ears, all entries are utilized and stuffed to the brim by the leftover slime. Mr. Wilson's body then convulsed like a fish taken out of the ocean in his seat, battling for its life as the invader inched closer than ever to take full control. His erratic movement and the spreading sensation of the invasion drawn him to unbutton his shirt and tried to do anything to stop the sensation from taking hold over his entire body. Yet, when the cold, slimy feeling managed to gain access to the veins in his cock and simultaneously reached the back of his head, he knows that he's fucked beyond repair. Eventually, Adrien's invasion overwhelmed the 51 years old muscle tank, which then roared in delight as he finally take a deep, crisp breath of the air-conditioned, sandalwood-scented executive suite from the lung of the one and only Robert Wilson. He chuckled in delight as his control become stronger with every second passed with him inside his DILF of a boss body. The body actually started to feel less and less foreign and it's like as if he's always in control of this 5'7" fit ball of muscle within minutes, so in an abuse of his boss muscle memory, Adrien slid the calloused hand Robert Wilson used to shake hands with high-powered executives and bureaucrats into the exposed muscular chest now under his control.
It instantly electrifies him as Robert's memory revealed a very sensitive nipple that always sent the law firm partner to his knees during all his sexual escapades. Adrien experienced the same knee-buckling sensation as he can sense the growing erection confined by the denim. Add to the fact that Adrien just practically aroused the 51 years old by slipping inside of him, creamy white spunk painting his underwear and the rest of his clothing is simply inevitable. Not even a minute after teasing the perky pink nipples of his own boss, Adrien shot the biggest load out of Mr. Wilson's dick as if he's been blue-balling himself for weeks! Adrien simply chuckled to the mess he created,
"Sloppy guy, don't you? Fuck I don't expect you to be this easy, sir," he said as he savored the taste of now-his cum from his finger, the taste and the deep chuckling just sent his flaccid cock into yet another semi
"Hahahahahah, I can do this shit all night long," he said as he grinned mischievously while ensuring that he cleaned all his fingers
Looking at his disheveled reflection, Adrien decided to at least clean himself up before meeting his boyfriend. Besides, he's been dying to see the inside of the executive bathroom inside Mr. Wilson's office, so he strut himself to the secluded bathroom in his soiled clothing, the shit-eating grin plastered on his face as his eyes caught the plaque of the law firm, Wilson, Thorpe, van Beecker, the idea of walking around the law firm he now basically own and demanding attention from everyone as they all practically worked for him now really drive him close to the edge. But, he calmed himself down and managed to get into the bathroom without another spunk spoiling his pants.
Inside the shower, more memories of Mr. Wilson unlocked for him. A dinner plan with his son tonight, yeah, just gonna call that sport after this whole shower to cancel it, and mostly memories about works from the past few months. The sensation feels calming and right, that all of this feels deeply personal yet very much rightfully his. It's like climbing a mountain, there's more sight and area that his eyes can see from a much higher vantage point the longer he climbed, or in this case, the longer he stayed inside this body. He can direct his focus to a certain memories even from the distant past now, like his wedding day, the day his only son was born, the moment he tearfully admitted to his wife that he fell out of love with her and reconnected with his old homosexual desire, everything becomes more and more accessible which certainly can help him to play the part of Robert Wilson through and through. He did all that with his eyes closed, head backed to the wall without realizing that his hand wandered all over his body, feeling all the muscle and the ridges of his weathered, strong physique and letting out momentary delighted moan and groan with each touches and more memories revealed. When the memories showcased the first memory of Mr. Wilson, the merging eventually completed as he no longer viewed Mr. Wilson as a separate entity and seeing his memories from third-person point of view, he's seeing and experiencing it from Mr. Wilson's perspective. As that moment happened, the climax hit Adrien very hard as 53 years of Mr. Wilson's life finally fused very beautifully with his own set of memories, making all the pain, sorrow, joy, lust, euphoria and all sort of sensation that Mr. Wilson went through crashed into his system and knocked himself off as volleys of cum wildly unloaded from the hard 9 incher monster that's been on the edge for the past couple of minutes
Adrien found himself splayed on the bathroom floor, losing track of times and his body sticky from all the mess he sprayed. But he just simply chuckled as he found himself finally fully at home inside this studly DILF body he can comfortably called his now. He just quickly wiped off the excess, drying cum from his body with the shower still running and finished his shower in no time as he cannot let his boyfriend waited any longer
As he walked back to his office, he found it weird that the door is opened and he can clearly listen someone humming from inside. And that's the voice of his son, Carl! Shit, he thought frantically, thinking of any excuse to explain why he's showering in the office and skipping dinner with his son without informing him. As he tried to keep his cool and walked into the office suite, his son suddenly greeted him first with no shirts on whatsoever
"Hello, dad. Or should I say, Adrien,"
That's when Mr. Wilson's eyes darted to the now-empty vial sitting in his desk. Who is this person and how the fuck he's in control of Carl's body????
Seth woke up in an incredibly good mood. Today was the big day and he knew it. He practically jumped out of bed as soon as he heard his phone alarm go off for 7 in the morning. Seth walked to his bedroom door, opened it slightly, and stuck his ear in the crack. He waited for a moment, listening, but as far as he could tell, the house was almost completely silent. The only noise he could just barely make out was the sound of his tío Ronnie sleeping down the hallway. Seth smiled, then closed his door again. Seth then opened the closet and pulled out a leather bound book he had stashed in the back. The book was called the Tonis Maximus. It was in tatters, ready to fall apart at any second, but he made extra sure to keep it safe.
The Tonis wasn’t like any other old, beaten down book. While it seemed to be nothing special on the outside, it actually held a plethora of magical knowledge on the inside. Seth was able to get hands on it thanks to his job at the city library. The book was just sitting in the library archives along with all the other books nobody's checked out in years. It was dismissed as being just another collection of old myths and folklore. Nobody knew the great power the Tonis contained, nobody except Seth. He was digging around in the archives one day when he stumbled upon the book. Out of pure boredom, he decided to read a page or two out of the Tonis. From the moment he first laid eyes on it, a world full of supernatural phenomena was opened up to Seth. Realizing what kind of power the book contained, Seth decided to smuggle the Tonis out of the library and keep it all for himself.
Since he first obtained the book several years ago, Seth has been studying up on its magical content. He’s tried his hand at turning objects into gold through alchemy, predict the future through clairvoyance, and he’s even communicated with souls of the dead! Although Seth was very limited in what he could do (casting magic was very draining on the body after all), he was still on his way to becoming a proper witch. And the best part? Nobody except Seth knew about the Tonis!
Seth sat on his bed and he opened the Tonis to a page he had bookmarked. The bookmarked page contained instructions for the latest ritual Seth wanted to master. Body possession.
Seth read through the directions, then took off his clothes just as the book said to do. He then pulled out his phone and recorded a quick video of himself.
“Alright, Seth here, I’ll be attempting the body possession spell again. Hopefully the third time’s the charm, but even if it fails again, I’ll just try again until I get it right. I’m staying at my uncle’s place in Mexico for the summer, so I got plenty of time to perfect this spell. Wish me luck!”
Seth finished recording his self-documentary and put away his phone. He paused for a moment to reflect on his previous attempts. The first time he used the spell was when he tried to possess his neighbor back home. While he managed to get inside his body, the bodybuilder had no problem expelling his soul right out through sheer willpower. The second attempt was no better. He used it to possess his old high school principal, but although he got inside his body, he couldn’t move at all! Seth was starting to grow impatient after having back to back failures. He wanted to get it right this time, and with tío Ronnie on standby, he was sure he’ll nail it down in no time!
Seth placed his hand on his doorknob and took a deep breath. He then mentally reviewed the ritual procedure one last time; first, get naked, next, find a vulnerable target, then, recite the incantation, and last, push your way into their body! It was a simple 4 step process, all Seth needed now was more practice in executing it. He hyped himself then stepped out of his bedroom, only to be mortified when he saw his tío Ronnie sitting on his bed. He was still visibly sleepy, but now he had a clear view of Seth in his underwear.
“Seth?” Ronnie said in a low, groggy voice. “What are you doing up at this hour?”
“I- uhh…” Seth didn’t know what to say. He didn’t prepare for this scenario. His eyes darted around the hallway while he searched for an answer. “I was… I was on my way to the bathroom! Yeah, I just really needed to pee!!”
“Dude,” Ronnie winced. “No need to yell, I’m right here. That’s cool, but why are you just in your underwear though? You never do that.”
“Uhhh…” Seth was scrambling again. He could hear his heartbeat getting louder with each passing second. He felt as if no matter what he said, Ronnie would be able to see right through him! “I, um, well-”
“You know what, Sobrino, save it.” Ronnie yawned as he threw himself back on his bed. “It’s too early for this. You do you, but just let me sleep a little while longer, okay?”
“Y-yes! Goodnight Tío!!”
Seth hurried into the bathroom and forced himself to pee just like he said he would. He sighed a breath of relief, not because he actually needed to go, but because he was so sure he was about to get caught performing magic. Thankfully, Ronnie’s inability to care about anything kicked in and saved the day. But even though Seth got scared shitless almost getting caught, it wasn’t enough to stop him from his mission! All he needed to do was wait a little bit for Ronnie to fall back asleep, then he could try again.
Seth went back inside his bedroom while he waited Ronnie out. Nearly a full hour had passed before Seth decided it was safe enough to try again. He crept into Ronnie's room and surely enough, he was sound asleep. Seth couldn’t help but grin as he watched Ronnie’s chest rise and fall with every snore. He took off his underwear, ready to attempt the body possession spell for the third time.
He started by reciting the incantation from the Tonis out loud. As soon as he finished reciting the last word, a wave of nausea overtook Seth. Seth was ready for the lightheadedness to hit him like a truck, but no amount of anticipation could prepare him for how sudden it was. He nearly fell over, head throbbing with pain, but Seth was determined to see the spell through to the end.
Hand pressing against his temple, Seth forced himself to stumble over to Ronnie. He then laid his nude body on top of Ronnie as carefully as he could. Seth was able to get on top of Ronnie without waking him up, and although it wasn’t his first time getting on top of a man or possessing someone’s body, Seth wasn’t prepared for how intimate it was. He could feel his junk resting on top of Ronnie’s. The thought of them touching dicks was enough for Seth to start getting hard, but he forced himself to shake off the bad thoughts and focus on his real goal.
Alright… 1… 2… 3, now!!
Seth started pressing his body against Ronnie’s sleeping body. He knew if he wanted the body possession spell to activate, then he would have to push with everything he’s got! Magic never worked with half-assed effort after all. He pushed and pushed until finally- he could feel himself sinking into Ronnie. It began with his legs and feet. Suddenly, the feeling of Ronnie’s thick leg hair pressing against Seth’s smooth legs was gone. In its place, Seth felt his legs become consumed and enveloped by Ronnie’s thick legs. His feet aligned with Ronnie’s feet like a pair of well-fitting socks, then they began growing and stretching to match their new form. The rest of Seth’s lower half followed suit. His cock and balls slid inside Ronnie’s groin. Seth stifled a moan as it happened. The feeling of his cock slipping into Ronnie’s member like a personal dick sleeve made a rush of pleasure surge through him. That feeling only grew as his dick grew bigger and fatter until he had an identical member to his uncle’s girthy cock. Within seconds, the lower halves of their bodies had fully aligned with another. Seth tried wiggling his hips, and surely enough, he made Ronnie’s hips wiggle around. He could even start to feel the bedsheets underneath Ronnie’s/his ass. The body possession was going well so far.
“Nrghh…” Ronnie murmured. Seth’s eyes shot open. It seemed like Ronnie was waking up, so he knew he had to hurry up and possess him before it was too late.
Seth’s torso was pressing against Ronnie’s thick, hairy belly and chest. With some more pushing. Seth could feel his body go past physical limitations and slip inside its new vessel. Seth’s presence inside of Ronnie’s body grew with each passing second. He could feel Ronnie’s body heat combine and become his own. Their arms, chest, and gut aligned perfectly as Seth inserted himself in. His body then once again started growing. Seth’s thin frame was rapidly taking on extra body mass. He grew bigger until he had the same bulky build his uncle Ronnie had.
“Ahh fuck!” Seth accidentally squealed out loud. He couldn’t contain himself anymore after all the warm, body stimulation from transforming and possessing Ronnie. Only his head was left. While the rest of his body was already deep inside of Ronnie, his head was sticking out just above Ronnie’s chest.
“Hrm? What the-”
Ronnie heard Seth’s outburst and lifted his head. Seth saw he was waking up and wasted no time slamming his head into his. He phased right through. The impact made Ronnie lay back again. He then let out a loud, guttural moan that echoed throughout the house. Except it wasn’t Ronnie groaning, it was Seth using his newly obtained voice after a successful body takeover. He had done it. Ronnie’s body was officially his.
“IT WORKED! IT ACTUALLY FUCKING WORKED!!”
Seth was ecstatic. Not only was he able to enter someone else’s body, he was actually able to move around this time! The body possession spell worked!
He jumped out of bed bursting with excitement, although he nearly fell over due to almost losing his balance. He immediately felt the difference in body weight between his body versus Ronnie’s body once he was on his feet. Seth took a moment to let himself get used to moving around with a bulkier body, then walked up to the mirror to admire himself.
“Whewww… Looking good, Tío Ronnie… Or should I say, me?”
Seth chuckled. He ran his hand across his face, letting his fingers stroke against the fine beard hairs he now possessed. Seth always shaved off his facial hair before it could fully grow in. He was amazed how it felt to have an actual beard on his face.
Seth looked down and smirked as he saw Ronnie’s body instead of his own. He laid a hand against his new hairy belly and gave it a shake. Seth was always a skinny twink, so to actually have a gut was a new experience for him (and one he was actively enjoying). He ran his hands up his torso, stopping at his chest to cup his squishy pecs. He then tried flexing his chest muscles and watched as he managed to get each pec to bounce up a little. Ronnie wasn’t a couch potato by any means, but also he wasn’t a full fledged gym rat either. The end result of being somewhere in between led to him having a larger, bulkier build with some muscle behind the girth. It was definitely a different body type than what Seth was used to, but it was one he was actively enjoying as he stripped down naked and continued admiring the newly possessed goods he now had thanks to the magic book.
After he had successfully possessed his Tío Ronnie, Seth decided to keep practicing the body possession spell until he decided he had mastered it. He decided to step it up and try possessing a police officer the following day. Unfortunately, while Seth was able to sneak his way into the cop’s body, he was unable to take control over him. Seth was trapped as a mere passenger inside the cop’s body as he went about his day like normal.
Seth had no idea what he was doing wrong. After failing to fully possess the police officer, Seth decided to try possessing Ronnie again. Surely enough, he was able to slip inside Ronnie and take control like it was nothing. Why was Seth able to possess his Tío Ronnie but not anybody else? None of the other spells in the Tonis gave Seth this much trouble! It was certainly an intriguing problem, and it was one Seth would have to solve alone. He had to keep his magical activities a secret; after all, who knows what would happen if someone found out…
Over the course of the next few weeks, Seth focused most of his time and energy on figuring out how to master the body possession spell. He decided to try possessing a variety of men first. Although Seth’s actions were pretty limited due to the fact he had to be naked in order to perform the spell, he was still able to possess a dad, a bear, and another twink just like him. He wanted to see if it was a matter of a specific body type. But it was no use. No matter who he possessed, Seth just wasn’t able to take control over their bodies. Yet, despite all those failures, Seth was still able to possess Ronnie without a single problem!
Seth was getting pretty frustrated. He just couldn’t figure out why he could possess Ronnie but not anyone else! Against his better judgment, Seth decided to entertain the possibility that the spell was limited to familial members only. However, even when he tried possessing one of his cousins, he still couldn’t possess them! Seth was truly stumbled, but even so, he refused to give up. He refused to accept that there was a magic spell he could not fully master.
Seth’s next action plan was to go all in with possessing his Tío Ronnie. He figured if he can’t fight against the current, he might as well swim with the current instead. Seth started possessing and staying inside of Ronnie’s for longer periods of time whenever he hopped into him. At first it was just overnight, but then it grew to a day, then two days and so on. Ronnie had mentioned to Seth that he began to feel weird. He couldn’t articulate the strange feeling very well, but he said felt as though he had become a bystander in his own life. Seth reassured him that it was nothing, that it was probably just the summer heat getting to him. Ronnie bought it, and Seth was glad he could keep possessing him without much worry. He needed to! Seth’s rationale was that if he could get accustomed to controlling a body that wasn’t his own for an extended period of time, then maybe he could use that experience to take over other bodies. Practice makes perfect, or so the saying goes anyway.
Seth continued practicing the spell on Ronnie regularly. It had gotten to the point where Seth didn’t even need to check the Tonis for the lengthy cantation anymore. He already had it committed to memory with how many times he used it! Seth’s next goal was to possess Ronnie’s body for two weeks straight. After so much time possessing Ronnie, Seth considered it his second home away from home. There was almost nothing Seth could do with his body that he hadn’t already tried doing with Ronnie’s body. He was that comfortable now.
The sun was setting on his 14th day as Seth came out of the gym, drenched with sweat after a good workout. Seth sat in the car and let out a heavy breath as he waited a minute to let himself cool down. Ronnie was a heavy sweater, way more than Seth was. And with all the body hair he had, the sweat would bead up and drip off of his hair whenever he worked out. Although it was an adjustment at first, Seth grew to love it. He never realized how good his uncle’s body odor smelled. He had a naturally manly musk that was incredibly potent and intoxicating to sniff. Seth couldn’t help but sniff his own armpits after he got all sweaty. He loved his scent, and he loved watching as drips of sweat hung off of the forest of hair he had in his pits.
Seth intended to just take a quick sniff of his pits before driving back home, but he was getting too entranced by his own sweaty aroma. The tent forming in his mesh shorts was undeniable proof that he was into it too! Seth paused and looked down to see his protruding bulge. He shouldn’t be this aroused, but he knew he was the reason why he was already hard with just smelling his own sweaty pits.
When Seth first challenged himself to possess Ronnie for 14 continuous days, he also swore to himself to not do anything sexual while inside his body. He was able to get by the two weeks without much difficulty. But of course, that also meant he was holding a 14 day load in. No doubt his body was itching for some relief, and although Seth was ready to just power through the last day, he couldn’t help but stare at the large, obscene bulge in his shorts. Against his better judgment, Seth let one of his hands slither down his body until it reached his bulge. His fingers wrapped around his rock hard member and gave it a light tug through the mesh fabric of his shorts. It was nothing more than a quick rub, but it was enough to get Seth squirming in his carseat as the warm pleasure of rubbing his sensitive, erect dick began to kick in. It was no use, he had to get off and he had to do it now!
Seth practically ripped his shorts with how quickly he took them off. His cock sprang out as it was released from its clothing imprisonment. Seth looked at his uncle’s fat cock with wonder as it stood upright in its full glory right in front of him. He was jealous that Ronnie had a view like this everytime he jerked off. Seth grinned as he wrapped his calloused palm around his new dick, fully relishing the fact that it was his turn to tug on that girthy member now.
His breath became bated as he pumped himself. Seth threw his head back and let out several guttural moans from deep within his lungs.
“Fuck yeah… You like that…? You fucking dirty bitch, yeah you like that huh…”
Seth kept talking dirty in between groaning and panting like a wild animal in heat. He loved using his uncle’s deep voice and heavy Mexican accent to talk dirty. Just hearing Ronnie’s voice come out of his mouth while he jerked off made his throbbing dick leak with precum. His thick, hairy thighs became soaked with precum and sweat as he increased the speed of his strokes. He had all the car windows closed and the AC off. In cutting off the air flow, it quickly became very warm in the car. Seth’s stolen body started sweating again, which in turn, made his sweaty musk come back. He grunted as he sniffed his pits, fueling his mind with an ecstasy-like sensation through the power of smell.
“Arghh, fuckk…!”
Seth couldn’t last much longer. He was getting close. He picked up his stroking speed and within the next minute, ropes of warm cum shot out of him. Seth bellowed his moans as the endorphins rushed throughout his body. His fat cock was like a water gun as it shot load after load of sticky cum until both his body and the car was covered in jizz. Seth was red in the face and out of breath by the time he fully finished. After all the time and energy he put into researching the body possession spell and while trying to stay abstinent too, a good jerk off session was very much needed! But although Seth got the relief he didn’t realize he was desperately needing, his intense self-pleasure session caused the already finicky spell to act up again. Before Seth could even react, he was ejected out of Ronnie’s body. The sharp pain of getting literally torn out of Ronnie was overwhelming. Seth blacked out as a result.
…When Seth came to, he found himself lying on his bed. He looked around his room, letting the comfort of a familiar place ease his mind while he got his bearing together again. He had some mild body pain, but nothing he couldn’t manage. Seth was grateful that he came out relatively unharmed after a freak accident like that.
He sat up in bed and realized he was wearing shorts now. Seth wasn’t sure how he got clothed or how he even got back home, but then he found a note on the ground with answers to his questions. It read: “Found you knocked out so I carried you to your bed. I also put on some clothes so you weren’t naked. Don’t go out drinking so much if you can’t handle it. Rest up, I’ll see you soon,” signed by Ronnie.
Seth let out a heavy exhale after reading the note. He was horrified at the thought of his uncle finding him naked and passed out somewhere. However, as far as he could tell by the note, it seemed like Ronnie was still not the wiser about what his nephew has been up to lately. Seth could rest a little bit easier knowing his secret was still safe.
Seth picked up his phone, which was right next to the note on the ground. He unlocked it and checked the time. Apparently, a full 24 hours had passed since Seth was forcibly removed from Ronnie’s body. He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened, but he figured it must’ve been pretty bad if it knocked him out cold for an entire day!
Seth wanted to spend the rest of the day resting, but then his mind began abuzz with thoughts. He walked over to his door and peeked out of it, where he then saw Ronnie taking a midday nap down the hallway. The sight of his sleeping tío made the urge to possess him kick in. Seth’s initial thought was to just let both him and Ronnie rest before he tries casting magic again. But then the memory of the freak accident came back. Seth had magic accidents before, but they were never to that extent. The more he thought about it, the more he worried that he might have lost the power to possess people due to the accident. His mind became restless worrying about it. Seth wanted to ignore it, but he just couldn’t. He needed to know if he had lost his casting abilities for good or not.
“Okay… Just one quick possession…” Seth whispered to himself. “I just need to check if I can still possess people. Just five minutes, then I hop out and rest…”
Seth repeated his plan to himself multiple times. He knew this was probably the riskiest thing he had done with magic thus far, but with how great his anxiety was becoming, it quickly became his only option in his mind. Once he reassured himself enough, Seth took the first step towards his tío’s bedroom. It should be simple, just a quick in n out. He had already possessed Ronnie so many times after all, it should be easy enough. It should’ve been. But when Seth stepped into Ronnie’s bedroom, he was nowhere to be found. Seth tried looking for him but he couldn’t find him anywhere. It was like he had disappeared from the house!
“Maybe it’s for the best… I’ve been getting too reckless with magic anyway…” Seth mumbled as he walked back to his bedroom with his head dangling with defeat. He stepped back into his room and closed his eyes to take some deep breaths. However, just as he stood in the middle of his room, his door was slammed shut and standing in front of it was Tío Ronnie.
“Looking for someone, Sobrino?”
Seth felt his heart drop into his stomach when he heard Ronnie’s voice. He turned his head slowly and was met with Ronnie’s staring daggers into him. Seth swallowed his breath. The air in the room had become nauseatingly tense. He wanted to get out of there, but with Ronnie standing right in front of the door, chances of escape were slim to none.
“Um… Hi, Tío…” Seth said meekly.
“Hey. Do you have anything you want to say to me?”
“Hm? N-No, I don’t think so…”
“Really. What’s this then?”
Ronnie reached for something in his back pocket. He pulled it out and threw it onto the ground right in front of Seth. Seth’s eyes nearly jumped out of his head when he saw the Tonis Maximus. His breathing became shorter and labored. He knew more likely than not that he had been caught.
“Uhh what is that?” Seth feigned a laugh. Ronnie shook his head and took a step forward.
“Drop the act, it’s not cute. You’ve been acting weird ever since you got here back in July. At first I just ignored it, figured you just needed some time to get used to living here. But you never did. You just kept acting weirder and more secretive, almost like you were paranoid about something. Meanwhile, I started feeling weird too. I would wake up with body aches and random bruises, even when I don’t remember doing anything that would cause that. But I figured these two things just couldn’t be connected. Right, Seth?”
“But I was wrong, they were all connected. What really set me off was when I woke up in my car sweaty, naked, and covered in my own cum. How the fuck did I end up like that? Why would I end up like that? None of it made sense! But then when I got home, I found you passed out and naked in the backyard. I can handle one or two strange, out of the ordinary things happening, but this many? Nah. I can’t ignore that, I needed answers. And so, while you were passed out, I decided to snoop around your room for a bit. And surely enough, I found the one missing piece to the puzzle I needed tucked away in my beloved nephew’s clothes.”
Ronnie pointed to the Tonis laying on the ground. Seth felt a cold shiver run down his spine, but remained quiet.
“I’m not stupid, Seth. I know you’ve been using magic to take over my body. I couldn’t believe it at first- Hell, I didn’t want to believe it! But it’s the only thing that explains everything that’s been going on in this house ever since you arrived.”
“Wh-Wh-What are you going t-to do with me…?” Seth finally spoke up, albeit with a shaky voice.
“I’m glad you asked,” Ronnie smirked. He then got closer to Seth while taking off his clothes. Seth took a step back, but froze with sheer panic when he heard Ronnie recite the body possession spell. “Now it’s my turn to have some fun! You don’t mind, right? It’s only fair, after everything you’ve done…”
Ronnie charged at Seth. Seth was able to sidestep him, but as he ran for the door, Ronnie grabbed onto him and slammed him face first onto the bed. Seth got the wind knocked out of him, and even though he struggled to break free, Ronnie had him firmly pinned down. It was no use, he had lost.
“Alright! Now all I gotta do is enter you right!?” Ronnie yelled. Seth could feel something long and hard rubbing against his ass and knew immediately there had been a misunderstanding.
“Wait! You’re not supposed to literat- AH FUCK!!”
Seth was too late. He shouted out in pain as Ronnie shoved his fat cock into him with little to no warning. Ronnie then started to thrust his hips into Seth while keeping him pinned onto the bed.
He was pounding away at Seth’s ass like an angry jackhammer. Seth could feel the weight of his big and strong uncle laying on top of him as he fucked him. The hair on Ronnie’s chest and stomach felt good brushing against his back while he thrusted into him. Seth was a well experienced bottom. If he wanted to have a good time, he knew not just any random top could get the job done. But with Ronnie’s girthy cock filling him up and his aggressive hip-thrusting rhythm, Seth found himself in heaven as Ronnie fucked him like a personal sex toy.
“Ah! Nrghhh… Fuck! Ahh!!”
“C’mon, open up that ass for me!”
Ronnie had Seth in a tight bear hug as he fucked him. Seth could feel his uncle really laying out all his body weight on top of him. Then, it happened. Seth’s moans grew louder and more intense as he began to feel his uncle phasing into his body. It was only his asshole at first, but then his entire body started getting filled up with the warm presence of a man as he got possessed. However, Seth was a much thinner man compared to Ronnie.
“Fuck…! Fuckk…! FUCKKKK!!! AHHH!!!” Seth cried out. He could feel his body getting stuffed to its physical limits as Ronnie pushed his bulky body into his twink body. Seth felt as if his skin was about to burst open with how full he was. But luckily for him, Ronnie was able to get inside of him without severely injuring him. However, although Ronnie had fully inserted himself into Seth, he was unable to control Seth’s body. The body possession was a failure. But to add insult to injury, Seth couldn’t move his own body either because he had become too bloated to move! It took several minutes but eventually Seth’s body was able to return to normal once it was able to adjust for all the extra body mass it had taken on. Seth was able to move like normal again, although thanks to Ronnie, he was no longer the same skinny twink as before. He had grown to match Ronnie’s body type.
“Man! I look pretty good!” Seth said out loud. His voice had dropped several octaves in pitch. He wasn’t sure exactly what was happening- the body possession spell was clearly too unstable to follow any logic, but at least this time, Seth was enjoying the results!
Hey! What the fuck!? Why can’t I move! I want to possess you! Not just sit in here!!
Seth could hear his uncle’s voice inside his mind. He felt an itch in his head for a brief moment, but then it disappeared. But then Seth felt a sudden, burning sensation in his chest. It made him kneel over with pain. He felt as if every fiber of his existence was getting pulled and tugged on!
“Hey!! What are you doing!?” Seth shouted out in pain.
I’m going even deeper!! I’m gonna possess you no matter what, even if it means I have to take over your soul!!
Seth’s mind went into full panic mode. He wanted to scream, he wanted to shout at Ronnie to stop. He was going to depths even he had never explored with magic! There was no telling what was going to happen, but so long as Ronnie was inside of Seth, there was nothing Seth could do but endure it…
Seth was gasping for breath as he felt a cold wave flow over his body. The icy sensation began in his heart then spread throughout the rest of his body. No doubt Ronnie had made it inside of his soul by now. All of the major muscle groups in his body inflated with body mass. His chest filled in with firm pecs, his bicep and leg muscles became toned, his ass grew larger and well rounded. Hair began to sprout on every square inch of his body. At first, his hairy body resembled Ronnie’s, but the hair growth didn’t stop there. Arms, legs, pits, ass, pubic, beard, everywhere on Seth’s body had become a jungle of thick, black hair, far surpassing Ronnie’s body hair!
Seth groaned as he felt his cock stretching and growing. His cock thickened until he had the same hung, fat dick as his uncle. It grew out into an impressive 6.5 inches with some heavy girth to boot. His hairy balls hung lower than before as they began producing cum and testosterone en masse. By the time Ronnie finished possessing Seth’s soul, Seth had become completely unrecognizable. Seth and Ronnie had merged together to form a new man due to the soul possession that had taken place. The soul possession had taken traits from the 20 year old and 38 year old and combined them together to create the new 29 year old Ignacio.
Seth was breathing heavily as all of the bodily sensations he was experiencing began to subside. His vision grew blurry, but never recovered. Seth closed his eyes, panting for breath, and passed out on the ground.
Days had passed since Seth and Ronnie fused together. After the fourth day of being unconscious, the newly formed Ignacio woke up with groggy eyes. He picked himself up and let out a guttural yawn that nearly shook the house walls. He scratched his chest as he stretched, his fingers getting caught occasionally due to how thick his curly chest hair was.
“Man… What the fuck happened to me…” Ignacio thought out loud. His voice had a baritone pitch and a heavy Mexican accent. Ignacio looked around and spotted a phone on the ground. He picked it up and opened the gallery through the quick start camera shortcut. The first thing on the phone gallery was a video of some shirtless young man recording himself. Ignacio played the video.
“Alright, Seth here, I’ll be attempting the body possession spell again. Hopefully the third time’s-”
Ignacio grew bored of the video and deleted it. He had no idea who Seth was or what he was talking about, and didn’t care enough to find out. Instead, he cleared out the phone entirely and claimed it for himself.
While cleaning up the room, Ignacio found a book titled Tonis Maximus. However, he couldn’t make sense of any of the writing inside. So he tore it apart and threw it into the fire pit, ready to burn at some point.
Ignacio then proceeded to take a shower to get ready for the day. It was a big day after all, his brothers and sisters were supposed to fly in from the States later that day. Ignacio smiled thinking about his beloved nephews and nieces. He was sure they were just as excited to see Tío Ignacio as he was to see them.
Ignacio hurried to get dressed and make his way to the airport asap. He was completely oblivious to all the reality-altering magic that made his existence possible, and with the Tonis Maximus destroyed, there was no turning back. Not that Ignacio really minded it; after all, he was living the easy life in his little city in Mexico, fucking men on the downlow and overjoyed whenever his family visited him. Life was as good as it could be now that magic was out of picture, permanently.
They should have ensure that the perimeter is clear and watched out for suspicious activities for the safety of the President and his entourage from miles away as part of the sniper's team. But, they are too distracted to even do their basic job as the soul of the two wandering ghosts that mind their own business dragged by some powerful force into the sniper's studly bodies
When the investigation rolls out the following week over the incident that almost took out the President's life, all of the snipers came out with fake stories on what they did during the attack of the President. The angry indigenous witch angered by the President's newly-signed policy that would destroy her land ensured that all those snipers briefed to the tee on what they should said. With her control over all those ghosts anyway, briefing them all at once is as simple as talking to a pot of water that transmit her messages and command directly to the mind of all the possessed snipers. She promised them permanence on their new bodies, and all of those spirits obliged with no questions asked, already enjoying their meat puppet a bit too much and couldn't let it go that easily
A lot of my friends said that I picked the wrong date to visit Bali as during one of my day in Bali, it coincides with Day of Silence, or Nyepi as the locals said. In that particular day, everyone, including foreign tourist, will be "trapped" in their room or houses where no lights, electricity or fire are allowed. Some lax definitely given to tourist like they can cook as long as the fires or the smokes are not visible by others outside of their confinement or they can swim in the hotel pool and roam around the hotel, but well, I love to unwind myself, so I think I'll be doing just fine trapped in my room for 24 hours anyway and enjoying the practically total silence and darkness for the time. But, my friends were right about me probably getting bored and I did see that would be a problem. What I didn't mention to my friends though is the fact that I stay at this private men-only resort and I would bring my potion trunk along with me.
So, if you can excuse me, I'll participate in this particular day like a good tourist that I am by minding my own business. You see, I believe that time will flash by when I'm inside this hunk, there's just so many things to explore about this sexy Latino stud neighbor of mine in this resort, it will keep me occupied for 24 hours.
Besides, if I manage to find myself bored exploring all the nooks and crannies of this stud, I spotted this other handsome fit stud from the neighboring room. His ground floor room has direct access to this private pool so maybe I'll concoct another trusted potion of mine and chug it so I can transfer to that stud if I wanna take a dip
A bell attached to the liquor store entrance chimed as Alfonso De La Torre walked in with heavy feet. The tattooed young man kept his head down, only raising his head once to give the clerk an acknowledging nod of the head. Alfonso walked straight to the back of the store where all the various beers were displayed behind a glass door.
Alfonso opened the door and plucked out an ice cold can of Modelo. He then walked to the clerk with the beer in one hand and a $5 dollar bill in the other. Alfonso placed the bill on the counter and slid it under the safety glass to the clerk.
“Keep the change, I won’t need it,” Alfonso said. The clerk merely nodded his head as he rang him up. He had known Alfonso since he first moved into town a decade ago. The clerk knew that when it came to a guy like Alfonso, it was better to just smile and nod than to ask questions. The less he knew, the less likely he’d get called to the witness stand one day.
Alfonso opened the can as he walked out the liquor store, leaving the sounds of the can opening and the door bell chimes ringing behind him as he left. He then found a spot along the wall to lean against while he enjoyed his cold beer. It was a cool night with clear skies that night, perfect for a cold one. Alfonso took a long swig of Modelo. The bubbles rushed up the can as he chugged it. He then let out a satisfied ahhh, knowing full well that that can was likely going to be the last beer he’d enjoy in a while.
As he stood there savoring every last drop of alcohol, Alfonso could hear sirens blaring off somewhere not too far. They were getting closer with each passing second, and Alfonso only smirked as he saw the signature blues and reds of LAPD light up the street. Within a minute, two police cars pulled up into the parking lot. They parked right in front of the liquor store. Then out came three police officers with their guns and tazers points at Alfonso.
“Freeze! We have you surrounded!” one of the police officers shouted. Alfonso chuckled in response.
“Bro chilllll,” Alfonso took another drink of Modelo. “No need for all that... I just wanted one last beer before y’all take me in. Is that too much to ask? Or y’all finna shoot if I keep drinking?”
"Put your hands up behind your back!!" the lead officer barked. Alfonso sighed.
"Shit man... Tough crowd."
Alfonso finished his beer in one final chug then threw the empty can to the trash. He then walked towards the police with his hands raised up behind his head. Despite his cooperation, the police were still rough in handcuffing him. They shoved him into the backseat of one of the patrol cars. As they drove away, Alfonso looked out the window and took in the nighttime ambience of his city with a grin on his face.
The rest of the night went according to the usual protocol. The police took Alfonso to the precinct, processed him into the system, then put him in a holding cell for the night. Once the next morning came, Alfonso was transferred to another detention facility where he'd stay until his court date. Alfonso kept a bored expression on his face throughout the entire process, only smiling when he had a smart ass comment ready to piss off the officers. It wasn’t his first time going through the motions, and he had a feeling it wouldn't be his last either. However, although Alfonso was able to get off on bail or on parole the last couple times, the consequences of his latest arrest would prove to be more severe...
It was sometime in the late afternoon when Alfonso found himself bored and sitting in a nearly empty room. There was only a table and two chairs in the dull room. It was a drag, but Alfonso was grateful to get away from his weird cellmate Edwin. Edwin was arrested for breaking and entering into a private lake house. He wanted to catch some fish so he could harvest their organs. Something about needing fresh materials for his rituals. Alfonso never really bothered to learn the details, all he knew was that he needed to keep the weirdo happy or he might try something. Getting some time away from him was like a breath of fresh air for Alfonso, though now he found himself with new stress. The guard explained that it was time for him to meet with his lawyer (or more accurately, the public defender assigned to him). Despite their enthusiasm to help him, Alfonso kept turning them away. None of them matched the vibe he was looking for. He needed someone who would help him get off scot free, not just reduce the severity of his sentence. Until he found just the right lawyer, Alfonso kept holding out.
Alfonso leaned back against the chair, fingers tapping a rhythm against the stainless steel table. Through the small pane of glass on the door, he noticed one of the guards walk past with a man in a long sleeve dress shirt. His eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the well dressed man.
"Great, here comes the next bitchass..."
Alfonso watched as the man spoke with the guard, then walked into the holding room with him. Alfonso started mentally picking out all his finer details. His white shirt had no discernible wrinkles, likely from being ironed. His black slacks fit him just right, leading Alfonso to believe they were custom tailored to his exact size. The man sat across from Alfonso, placing a file on the table as he did so. Alfonso spotted a gold ring on his wedding finger with a matching wristwatch to boot. With everything Alfonso picked up about the man, he already decided he didn’t like him.
“Good evening, Mr. De La Torre, my name is Jackson. How are-”
“Get out. Get me another lawyer.” Alfonso interrupted the man. Jackson was visibly thrown off by this, but did not give up. Instead he adjusted himself in the seat and put on a stern face to show he meant business.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that. You’re just gonna have to settle for having me as a lawyer.”
“Fuck that! Just get me another lawyer!”
“No can do-”
“Why not?”
“Because you’ve already turned away three other lawyers. You can’t just shop around for lawyers, there’s only so many public defenders you know.”
“Thh, whatever. I’m not talking to you.”
Alfonso sat back in his chair. Jackson merely opened the file he brought and started reading some of the papers.
“You’re my first assignment and I’m not gonna give on you. Just let me defend you in court and I promise we’ll get you out of this mess.” Jackson said while reading. Alfonso simply ignored him.
“You’re in deep shit, you know,” Jackson began. “Assaulting someone while on parole and you still wanna turn away a lawyer you couldn’t afford on your own? Gotta be really stupid to that.”
“What the fuck did you say?” Alfonso turned back to face him. “That motherfucker had it coming after he cheated on my little sister. You don’t know shit about me, don’t talk about me like you know me.”
“Aww, how noble of you! Unfortunately, the law doesn’t give a fuck about the situation behind the crime. A bloodied up man is in the hospital and his assailant took a little stroll to the nearby liquor store like it was just another Saturday night. Face it, man,” Jackson leaned in. “You need me to defend you in court or you’re done for.”
“Man, fuck you! You can’t defend me for shit!” Alfonso stood up and faced the door where a guard was on standby. “Ay, bailiff!! Get this bitch outta here and get me another lawyer! Get some raza to defend me, someone who’ll understand-”
“I am raza,” Jackson stood up too. Alfonso scoffed in response.
“Not with a fuckass name like Jackson you’re not!”
“My full name is Jackson Rivera Velazquez! Both of my parents immigrated here from Guatemala, I’m just as Latino as you are!”
“How many Rolex watches you got? How about that gold ring around your finger, how much that cost you? I bet you got AC in your house too, huh. Livin’ nice and comfortable como los güeros while the rest of us out here struggling to survive! You might be Latino but you ain’t raza!!”
“Hey!! Just cuz I got some money now doesn’t mean I don’t know struggle! My whole life is struggle! I came from nothing, living in family garages and food stamps. I had to work my ass to get to where I am! Now I’m a lawyer with a handsome partner and a nice home, but just because I’m comfortable now doesn’t mean I’m gonna forget where I came from! I came into this work so that I could help out others like...”
Alfonso started to tune out Jackson while he shared his life story. Something he said made Alfonso’s ears perk up. ‘Handsome partner.’ Alfonso wasn’t surprised to find out he was gay, but learning that information made him smirk inside. Suddenly Alfonso found himself plotting the perfect escape plan in his head. It was elaborate, it was risky, it was borderline insane too, but it might just work.
“Enough already damn!!” Alfonso shouted, interrupting Jackson’s rambling. It was time to kick his plan into action. “Look, I’m sorry man, okay. I’m just worried sick that I won’t get to see my family again. I don’t want to spend the next 10 fucking years of my life in here. Can you help me get out of here?”
Once again, Jackson was visibly thrown off guard by Alfonso. Except this time, instead of a scowl, he had a smile forming on his face.
“Alright, that’s what I wanted to hear!! I promise you, Mr. De La Torre, you won’t regret taking a chance on me!” Jackson stuck his hand.
“Yeah yeah, no problem, thanks for helping me out. Quit the formal shit though. Just call me Alfonso.”
The two men exchanged a firm handshake. Alfonso and Jackson sat back down at the table so Jackson could explain what will happen next. Jackson was going to take care of all the paperwork back at his office, then come back the very next day to get Alfonso’s full testimony on what happened the night of the assault. Jackson also explained that due to jurisdiction reasons, Alfonso was going to get transferred to another detention center again after they talked. He couldn’t do anything about it, but he assured Alfonso that he will still follow along as his lawyer. Once everything was set in stone, Alfonso was escorted back to his cell while Jackson went back to his office to get working. Despite his initial apprehension, Alfonso had full confidence that Jackson would follow through. He had to trust him, or else his escape plan would never work.
Alfonso walked back into his cell to see Edwin fiddling around with something on the top bunk. He let him be and went to his bunk, taking a deep breath to calm down. Alfonso knew he couldn’t do much while he was detained, but regardless of that, he knew he had his share of work to get done. And with a time limit of 24 hours, he had to get shit done fast!
Once dinner hour came for the inmates, Alfonso took the opportunity to gather as many materials as he could hide from the cafeteria. While he had to be discreet about it, Alfonso made sure to keep a straight face and a cool air while he did it.
He made it back to his cell with various things in tow. Alfonso set them all down in his bunk to get to work on making a potion. Alfonso had very limited knowledge about brujeria from his family, and the thing he was trying to brew wasn’t exactly a potion in the traditional sense either, but it would have to do for the time being. But just before he could start, Edwin peeked his head out from the top bunk.
“You’re planning something.”
“What? No I’m not,” Alfonso denied. Edwin hopped down and made eye contact with wide eyes.
“Yes you are. The fish hearts told me so. Are you trying to escape?”
Alfonso stayed quiet for a moment. That was the most interaction he had ever had with Edwin. Yet, he managed to read right through him like a book. He was amazed, if not a bit unnerved.
“Alright, ya got me. I’m trying to make something that’ll help me get the hell out of here. I don’t know much about brujeria, but I’m hoping this will get it done.”
“That’s not gonna do anything worthwhile. Here, let me help.”
Edwin did not hesitate in taking over the potion making process. He took all of Alfonso’s materials and added a few of his own. Bell peppers, fish eyes, tap water, crushed black pepper, candle wax, marijuana leaves, and a few other things Alfonso couldn’t identify but decided against asking what they were for his own sanity. It took Edwin less than half an hour to get the concoction brewed and ready to go. He handed it to Alfonso in a plastic cup.
“When it’s time, drink this and it will perform a miracle for you. You might feel a little weird and you’ll have no idea what the miracle is, but you need to trust the process. While you’re busy doing whatever it is you’re doing, I’ll be busy staging an escape of my own.”
Edwin then climbed back up his bunk bed. Alfonso stared into the cup. The liquid inside resembled olive oil. He took a whiff of it and recoiled from how spicy it smelled.
“How the fuck am I supposed to drink this? And how will I know when ‘the miracle’ is gonna start?”
“Just trust the process, and leave the rest to God.”
There was silence in the cell again. After a beat, Alfonso asked Edwin another question.
“Hey bro, why are you helping me? You don’t even know me,”
“I want to see this world burn down, but before that happens, I want to have a little fun.”
Alfonso groaned in dismay. Despite Edwin helping him out with the potion, he was still impossible to talk to and understand. Alfonso decided to let it go and just go to bed without further questions.
Once the next morning came around, Alfonso mentally prepared himself to execute the next phase of the plan. Then once the clock hit 12 PM, Alfonso downed the potion Edwin had made for him. The thick liquid was thoroughly laced with spice and made for a hard swallow. Alfonso gagged once he got it all done.
“Fucking awful...”
Alfonso crumpled up the cup and threw it at Edwin as he left the cell. He was then escorted to the same room as the day before, where Jackson was already waiting for him. Alfonso smirked when he saw him. The plan was going perfectly so far.
“Hey Alfonso, good to see you again.”
“Yeah man, good to see you too.”
Jackson stood up to greet Alfonso with a handshake. As the two men sat down at the table, Jackson sniffed the air vigorously. It weirded out Alfonso, but he knew he had to see his plan through to the end.
“Are you wearing cologne?”
“Nah, just showered last night. They got us fresh soap bars,” Alfonso explained. Jackson kept smelling the scent, letting out satisfied exhales every time he got a whiff.
“I’m sorry, you just smell really really good... Um, but anyway, shall we get started? We’ve got this room for an hour.”
Alfonso then began to share the story of what happened the night he jumped his little sister’s ex to Jackson. As he spoke, Alfonso kept finding any excuse possible to touch Jackson. Shuffling his feet and ‘accidentally’ brushing against Jackson’s leg, letting his fingers linger on Jackson’s hand while he handed him his pen, even demonstrating what he did that night with Jackson as a scene partner. Every time he touched Jackson, Alfonso noticed him trying his hardest to hide a smile.
Eventually, after enough physical touch, Jackson was getting restless. He was breaking a sweat, and the way he kept readjusting how he was sitting made it obvious he was getting hard. Alfonso grinned. He had him right where he wanted him. It was time to go all in.
“Hey, Jackson. Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what is it?”
“You’ve been actin’ kinda sus today... You into me?” Alfonso smirked.
“What!? No, no of course not-” Jackson’s jaw dropped as he watched Alfonso take his shirt off. Despite his thin frame, Alfonso was pretty muscular with well defined shoulders and biceps. Coupled with his tattoos, Jackson couldn’t help but admire the view.
“You like what you see, Pa? Care to take a closer look?” Alfonso teased. Jackson gulped. A beam of sweat rolled down the side of his face. He wiped his brow then shook his head.
“No, I can’t, I’m married. See?” Jackson held up the hand with his wedding ring, careful to make sure he didn’t look back at Alfonso. Alfonso then reached over, slipped the ring off, and put it on the table. That caused Jackson to look back at him.
“C’mon,” Alfonso lifted his arm behind his head, leaving his pit exposed. “Just a little, promise I won’t tell.”
Alfonso kept his arm up as he watched Jackson eye him up and down like he was a piece of meat. He could see the lust building up in Jackson’s eyes like a pressure cooker. Alfonso did not like men, especially men who cheated on their partners, but he knew he had to suck it up if he was going to get out there.
Finally, Jackson stood up and walked over to Alfonso. He leaned in and took a quick yet deep whiff of his pit. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he delighted in a guilty pleasure.
“Holy fuck Papi... I love your musk!” Jackson cried out. He then stuck his face into Alfonso’s armpit.
Musk?
After Jackson said that, Alfonso couldn’t help but tilt his head in to get a whiff of his own pit. He showered that same morning, and just as expected, he smelled clean! Absolutely no musk!
Jackson was rubbing his nose into Alfonso’s pit, causing Alfonso to stumble back slightly as he had to balance himself. He could feel Jackson’s warm, bated breaths as he indulged on whatever it was he was smelling.
“Bro, hey... you good?”
Alfonso asked. Jackson kept sniffing his pit for a while longer. Only then did he raise his head to face Alfonso. That was when Alfonso got a good look at him. Jackson was red in the face after worshipping Alfonso’s armpit. He was also panting and drooling. Jackson had a tired, almost hypnotized look to his eyes that he didn’t have before. And not just that, Alfonso could also see his pupils visibly dilate. Alfonso felt as if Jackson was staring right into his soul with how lustful his gaze had become.
“Please Papi...” Jackson fell to his knees. “I need more... Please! Give me more...!”
Alfonso was shocked to see the once composed lawyer fall to his knees, begging him for his body. Whatever that potion was, its effects were clearly taking hold. After taking a moment to process the situation, Alfonso lifted his other arm.
“Knock yourself out, bro.”
Then, like a starving lion, Jackson pounced onto Alfonso. Alfonso stepped back to the wall behind him. It was the only way he could stay standing while Jackson nuzzled himself into his armpits. Jackson couldn’t get enough of his manly musk. The dank smell of Alfonso’s sweat combined with pheromones made him go crazy! He licked the folds of his pits as he kept sniffing away, tracing the thin lines of pit hair Alfonso had. All while Alfonso stood there, letting Jackson get his fill off his body.
Fuck man... This guy really loves his pits huh... Oh shit!!
Alfonso felt Jackson grab his dick through his shorts and start massaging his member. Jackson knew how to balance a firm grip with a tender touch as he rubbed him down. Alfonso had to suppress a moan as he felt himself start getting hard.
Trust the process... Just trust the process...
Alfonso whispered Edwin’s words to himself. It took real willpower for him not to stop Jackson right there and tell him he’s not gay. Alfonso assured himself that he was undeniably straight, and that he was doing this so he could get out of jail.
While Alfonso was in his thoughts, Jackson had moved on to Alfonso’s arm muscles. Jackson was making out with Jackson’s biceps, licking and sucking while still stroking Alfonso’s growing cock. That brought Alfonso back to the present moment, and he flexed his bicep to help further indulge Jackson. Jackson loved it.
It didn’t take long before both men were stripped naked of their clothes. Jackson moved on to Alfonso’s torso; cupping his firm pecs, sucking on his nipples, licking his abdominals, the works. Jackson was moaning like a madman while Alfonso was struggling to keep his pleasure hidden. His moans came out as groans and grunts instead. The longer they went at it, the harder it was for Alfonso to deny he was having a good time too. He couldn’t deny Jackson knew how to use his tongue incredibly well.
Trust the process... You’re not gay, you’re just doing this to get out of jail... Trust the- OHHHHH FUUUUCK!
Jackson had slipped Alfonso’s dickhead into his mouth while he was in his mind again, catching him off guard. Alfonso couldn’t hold back anymore. He threw his head back in pleasure and moaned as Jackson deep throated him. Alfonso sported a cool 7.5 inches yet Jackson had no problem sucking off his entire member. He was a pro at blowjobs; fondling his balls with his free hand, changing the rhythm and intensity of his sucking, and using his tongue to lick off any precum leaking out of Alfonso’s dickhead.
“Argh... fuckk! You know how to suck good dick bro! Whewww!!”
Alfonso grabbed the back of Jackson’s head and held him in place as he started thrusting into his throat. His cum filled balls dangled back and forth as he face fucked the once professional lawyer. Jackson let out various moans and gargles while Alfonso had his way with him, but never once did he complain. He took it like a champion, practically begging for more. The scent of Alfonso’s body odor, ripe from sex sweat, kept him hungry for more.
Eventually, after some more time spent on head, they took things to the next level. Alfonso nudged Jackson to get up from his knees, and once he did, he jumped onto Alfonso. Alfonso had no problem carrying the grown man. His fully erect cock bumped against Jackson’s ass as he carried him to the table, making his hungry hole pulsate. And Alfonso laid Jackson down on the table, Jackson slipped a finger into his ass to get ready for what was to come. Now it was Alfonso’s turn to service him.
Alfonso used a generous amount of spit to lube up his throbbing cock while Jackson lifted his legs, leaving his light brown hole exposed and ready for action. Alfonso smirked at the sight of Jackson’s hairy ass but with a clean shaven hole. It was as if he knew to tidy up for guests. Alfonso tapped his dick head against Jackson’s hole, making the cock hungry slut whimper with anticipation. Knowing just how badly Jackson wanted his dick only made Alfonso even hornier. He grinned, then slowly but surely slid his dick into Jackson. His cock disappeared into Jackson inch by inch. Jackson’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt his insides getting filled by the man he craved. Then, once Alfonso’s entire length, he started hitting strokes at a steady pace.
With each hip thrust Alfonso was sliding his long, girthy cock deep inside Jackson’s ass. The sounds of their moans and groans along with Jackson’s ass cheeks getting clapped filled the room. Alfonso’s favorite move was taking his cock out temporarily, only to ram it back into Jackson’s stretched out hole. Jackson could feel his prostate getting fucked everytime Alfonso did it, causing waves of pain and pleasure to reverberate throughout his body. But Jackson wasn’t the only one having a great time, as Alfonso had also grown to love it despite his initial hesitation to just ‘play along.’ In the heat of fucking, he had even forgotten his mantra of ‘trust the process’ and kept going at it because he wanted to! Alfonso loved how soft and tight Jackson’s hole was. It was like his already sensitive cock was getting a warm hug from all angles. He threw his head back as he drilled Jackson like there was no tomorrow. Alfonso hated to admit it, but he was having the time of his life. Jackson’s ass was better than any pussy he had ever fucked before, and he knew it.
Alfonso and Jackson had been going at it in missionary for a while. Condensation had even begun forming on the glass pane of the door. They were fucking like they were angry at each other, but that was just how they liked it. Rough, sweaty, smelly, and raw! While Alfonso had managed to keep it down to quietish groans, Jackson’s moans were only getting louder. Alfonso realized he couldn’t let Jackson make too much noise or else they’d get caught. He hesitated for a moment, in Alfonso’s mind, topping wasn’t gay as what he was about to do. But, out of fear of getting caught red-handed, he had no choice but to go all in.
Alfonso slowed down his fucking pace and leaned into Jackson, planting a firm, wet kiss on his lips. The two men made a loud kissing sound each time their interlocked lips let go of each other, but it was much quieter than Jackson’s moans. Jackson pulled Alfonso closer into him by wrapping his arms around his neck and pulled him in. Their tongues were rolling off of each other as they fought for dominance. A bead of saliva connected their tongues as they separated momentarily, only to go back in for more intense French kissing. Jackson playfully bit onto Alfonso’s lip, causing him to let out a rare moan. Alfonso then leaned into Jackson’s neck and licked him up, down, left, and right. All while still continuing to pump his cock in and out of his tight, silky ass.
“You like how Papi fucks you?” Alfonso whispered into Jackson’s ear with bated breath.
“Si Papi Chulo... Yo soy tu puto sucio... Cogeme bien duro con tu verga gruesa....!”
“Nrgh! Fuckk!!” Alfonso was getting dangerously close to climaxing. He only had seconds before he cummed. But as he tried to pull out, Jackson wrapped his legs around his torso and yanked him into him; making sure he not only couldn’t pull out, but that he was deep inside his guts to unleash his load.
“Lléname con tu lechita!”
“AAARGH FUCKKKKKK!!!”
At the exact moment Alfonso started pumping out his loads deep inside Jackson, the miracle Edwin had promised had taken effect. It all happened within a matter of seconds. Due to how much force Jackson had pulled Alfonso into him, Alfonso nearly fall on top of him. However, because of the potion, instead of falling on top of him, Alfonso fell into him. His torso had phased straight into Jackson’s torso as if the two had merged. Alfonso barely managed to keep his head just above Jackson’s body, saving him from total body merging. However, Alfonso’s body was locked in pure sexual ecstasy as ropes of warm cum came rushing out of his throbbing member, leaving him unable to do anything about the paranormal situation.
Ohhh fuck... What the... Fuck... Someone... Help me...!
“More...! More...!! I want to feel you even deeper!”
Wait, stop-!
It was too late. In too much pleasure to realize what he just did, Jackson yanked Alfonso into him again. That final tug caused Alfonso to completely lose his balance. Alfonso’s head fell into Jackson’s head, lining the two up perfectly as they occupied the same space. Jackson could feel Alfonso’s cock go deeper than what was physically possible into his ass as the rest of Alfonso’s body phased into him. Suddenly, the pleasure of getting cummed in transformed into a strange, visceral sensation of surrendering his whole body to another man. Their bodies and souls aligned, and the last Jackson could remember before his mind went to sleep was the pleasure of his own loads rushing out of his cock. The miracle was done. Alfonso had taken over Jackson’s body.
Alfonso laid ass naked on the table as his mind struggled to process everything he had just experienced. Within seconds, he had gone from one perspective to another. He blinked as he adjusted, but once his mind caught up, his newly possessed body needed to adjust to its new owner.
“......FUCKKKKKKK!!!!!!”
Alfonso shrieked out in Jackson’s voice as the pain started. He could feel his very soul start stretching and morphing to accommodate its changed vessel. But possession was a two-way street, his new body also needed to adjust. Alfonso could feel as Jackson’s body began physically changing. His body transformed to take on attributes from Alfonso’s original body by coping the soul. The once tattoo-less, pudgy Jackson had quickly transformed to resemble Alfonso. The body kept Jackson’s likeness, but grew Alfonso’s muscles and tattoos, creating a slightly different man that combined the two men into one.
Once the body takeover and transformation was finally finished, Alfonso took a moment to admire his new body. He was incredibly annoyed that the miracle was something as weird as a complete body takeover, but he quickly realized that stealing his lawyer's identity was a foolproof way of escape. Nobody would ever suspect that he possessed his lawyer's body.
Alfonso realized he was still dripping with sex fluids and cleaned up after himself. He discarded his old clothes into the nearby trash can and put on Jackson's clothes. Just as he was buttoning up the dress shirt, a guard walked into the room.
"Excuse me, Mr. Rivera, the hour is up. Is everything alright? I thought I heard screaming, but I wasn't too sure," the guard asked.
"Yeah, bro. Everything's just fine, don't trip. Another guard already took De La Torre back to his celly, I’mma head out soon too." Alfonso responded in a newly deep voice. The guard nodded, then left.
Alfonso grinned. Jackson's gay voice was gone, which Alfonso was glad about. He did not want to hear that voice come out of his own mouth. He also noticed the guard call him Mr. Rivera. That only served as confirmation that nobody would ever catch him in the act. He picked up the file Jackson had brought, then walked out the detention facility with a cool, confident beat to his step. Alfonso even whistled a tune as he drove away from the detention center. That was how relaxed he was. Once he was far away, he ripped off the professional attire and dressed something closer to his original style.
As he drove off, Alfonso noticed a particular smell. He sniffed the air, then lifted his arm and took a whiff. First it was a little sniff, then a deep inhale as he basked in his own musk.
"Ohhh fuck yeahh, that's some good ass shit! Fuck! Now I know what that queer was smelling!" Alfonso smiled as he helped himself to more of his pit scent. But then he realized what he was doing, and quickly lowered his arm back down.
"Fucking shit. That bitch made me gay, huh." Alfonso furrowed his eyebrows as he took a deep breath. "Whatever. At least I already got married with this new identity. Can't wait to tap that sweet, sweet husband ass when I get home!!"
Alfonso let out a fuck boy's chuckle, only to stop when he heard what he said. There were clearly a lot of changes he was going to have to get used to, whether he liked it or not.
...At the end of the next day, Alfonso found himself watching the nighttime news while his new husband cuddled up against him. His husband was sound asleep after Alfonso pounded his ass. His husband was surprised to see the transformed version of Jackson, but was too excited to get topped to question it. He slept peacefully after getting bred, not knowing there was an escaped convict possessing his husband.
"And now, for tonight's main headline, a group of detained men have escaped from San Juan Detention Center and are at large. The leader of the group is a young man by the name of Edwin Casarubios, who allegedly planned and staged the entire escape himself. Among the escaped inmates are the ringleader Edwin Casarubios, Alfonso De La Torre-"
Alfonso switched off the TV once the news reporter called out his original name. He then gently rolled his sleeping husband off of him and jumped out of bed. He then quietly celebrated the absolute success of his escape plan. Sure, taking over Jackson's body was never Plan A, but Alfonso grew fond of his new body and identity rather quickly when he realized just how much of a goldmine it was. He still had his old memories, but he was growing comfortable living as a gay man with his old LA raza blood coursing through his veins.
Once Alfonso finished celebrating his success, the gravity of the situation began to kick in. He might have successfully escaped, but he had become a man on the run. There was no turning back to his old life now. Alfonso needed to figure out his next steps, and his mind quickly came up with a few ideas.
He could run away to Mexico with Jackson's identity, then de-possess him and live out the rest of his life with his family over there. Or, he could just forget about the whole thing and continue living comfortably as Jackson. Or, he could put his newfound lawyer status to work and get some of his homies out of jail too. He'd get his whole family back together again. Or, he could hunt down Edwin and create an underground potion business with him. Edwin had the magical knowledge, and now Alfonso possessed the professionalism and legal knowledge to keep their business going strong. The possibilities were endless!
As Alfonso deliberated his options, he couldn't help but put on the same dress shirt Jackson had on when they first met. The same shirt that made Alfonso hate him was now a key component to his new identity. Feeling slightly nostalgic now, Alfonso poured himself an ice cold Modelo into an expensive wine glass, and celebrated a successful albeit slightly unorthodox jailbreak plan to himself.
Every 5 decades or so, there's always these young, easily fooled stud that fell victim to my trap. This time, it's this great young guy named Chase.
He helped me with my groceries from the parking lot all the way up to my room. The former boy scout really is a spirited individual with hearts in the right place as he worked in a legal clinic to help the more unfortunate and volunteered his weekend in the community centre. Well, ar least that's what he said as he brought my groceries to the 7th floor despite him staying at the 3rd floor and didn't necessarily have to help me. As a sign of gratitude, I handed him "my craft" which he happily accepted and then I waited
It didn't take long for my soul to be dragged out from my old, frail and disgusting body that already past its glory days which attracted me back then. Seconds later, instead of staring at the fridge trying to pack it up with fresh groceries, I stared at Chase's reflection in the mirror inside a bathroom I assumed to be his. The invigorating virility that washed over me once more caused me to instinctively pulled up the shirt Chase worn and strike a cheeky pose that also revealed the pendant I gave him.
It no longer has that glow as it finished its purpose for the time being, recharging its power for decades to come until I could use it once more.
As the floodgate of his memories burst open and filled me with all things Chase, I smirked. This kid is bloody rich, he just hated to use his family's wealth and name to advance in life. Well, that's dumb of him, me on the other hand, I never planned to be humble or keep things low. I thought I have to whore myself out to some old rich ladies or something when I looked at him in the very beginning, but lucky I don't need to do that. Chase's parents....nope, MY parents, offered me to work in our very own multibillion-dollar family's company. I guess I rejected that offer too early to chase my own idealism to make the world a better place. Heck, my goal is to make the world a better place FOR ME, and that starts from getting out from that low paying legal clinic job and this dirt-ass apartment to live the life that I deserved. Gotta hand in my resignation ASAP while calling my parents about this change of heart from their beloved son
