#malepossession

[fuzzyhenry]

Taking over this planet one by one

[themik3-0o22]

Hiii as I said before Im an artist and so I'll try to make body swap and possession stuff like this lil sketch I did of a ghost possessing a gym guy

So if you have any suggestions or stories you wanna share with me and I like it I'll do the best I can to make a sketch from it

And yes I was lazy and didn't finish the sketch lol

[possessform]

Part 2 of The Blackout.

After the events of the first episode, the alien continues exploring the human body it has taken over. Every movement is studied, every reaction slightly off. But something unexpected happens… the control breaks. For a brief moment, the real person comes back, confused and unaware of what’s happening.

The calm doesn’t last. The alien quickly takes over again, continuing its quiet observation of human life. Small actions begin to feel strange, unnatural, almost unsettling.

This time, the control feels stronger… more complete.

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[walker-skull]

Hola queridos lectores ha pasado mucho tiempo desde que publique espero les guste esta nueva historia y me apoyen a compartirla y reebloguearla así como saber si les gusta para darle una continuación o algún otro tipo de historia saludos

AMIGOS ENTRE MUNDOS

Nunca imaginé que mi vida fuera a cambiar por culpa de mi vecino… y mucho menos de uno que llevaba años muerto. Esa noche regresaba de trabajar, cansado, con el uniforme todavía oliendo a sudor y a ciudad. Mi casa está sobre la avenida, así que el ruido de los coches y las luces de los postes eran lo único que esperaba ver al bajarme del camión. Pero al caminar hacia la banqueta, lo noté: un chico de unos 20 años, delgado, con los hombros encogidos y la mirada clavada en el suelo. Estaba apoyado en un poste, tímido, como si intentara que el mundo no se diera cuenta de que estaba ahí. Cuando pasé junto a él, levantó apenas la vista y murmuró un “hola” tan bajito y tímido que parecía convencido de que nadie lo escucharía. Y entonces, la luz de un carro lo atravesó por completo, como si su cuerpo no fuera más que reflejo y aire. Se me heló la sangre. Un vecino, sí… pero no exactamente vivo. Y así, después de un día común de trabajo, entendí que mi noche estaba a punto de volverse cualquier cosa menos normal.

Alex:

—Oye… disculpa, pero… ¿estás bien? Te vi parado aquí y… algo no se veía normal.

Chico desconocido:

—Ah… sí… perdón. No pensé que… alguien me fuera a ver.

Alex:

—Es que… te vi translúcido. Como si no terminaras de estar aquí.

Chico:

—Sí… eso pasa.

Alex:

—¿Puedo saber quién eres?

Chico:

—Soy Nick.

—Vivía en la casa de la esquina… cuando estaba vivo.

Alex:

—¿Vivías? Entonces tú…

Nick:

—Sí… ya no estoy… vivo.

Alex:

—Bueno… al menos ya sé por qué te ves así.

Nick:

—Sí… es difícil esconderlo.

Alex:

—¿Y qué haces aquí afuera?

Nick:

—Siempre me gustó estar en la calle.

—Cuando estaba vivo casi no salía, me daba mucha pena… pero igual me gustaba ver a la gente, escuchar los autos. Sentir que había vida cerca.

Alex:

—Y ahora vienes a lo mismo.

Nick:

—Sí… además pensé que nadie me notaría.

Alex:

—Pues yo sí te vi.

Nick:

—Eso… es raro.

(Más bajito.)

—Pero gracias por hablarme.

Alex:

—Soy Alex, por cierto.

Nick:

—Hola, Alex.

—Ojalá sigamos hablando… me gustaría.

Alex:

—Claro que sí, Nick.

Nick:

—Gracias… amigo.

Nick:

—Todavía me sorprende que puedas verme tan claro… pensé que nadie se daría cuenta de mí.

Alex:

—Pues yo sí te vi.

(Sonríe leve.)

—Y escuché tu “hola”… sonó como si esperaras que nadie te oyera.

Nick:

(Se ríe bajito, medio avergonzado.)

—Es que… nunca fui bueno hablando con la gente.

—Siempre fui muy introvertido. Me gustaba estar en la calle, pero… sin hablar con nadie.

Alex:

—Te entiendo. Yo también soy súper introvertido.

—A veces me cuesta un montón hablar con personas nuevas.

Nick:

(Levanta la mirada, sorprendido de forma suave.)

—En serio pensé que eras más seguro que yo.

Alex:

(Se encoge de hombros.)

—Solo lo aparento, la verdad.

Nick:

—Bueno… entonces no soy el único.

Alex:

—Para nada.

Nick:

—Me alegra que puedas verme, Alex.

—No sé… hace que no me sienta tan perdido.

Alex:

—Me alegra que te acerques a hablar.

—No todos los días se conoce a un vecino fantasma.

Nick:

—Supongo que no.

—Pero… gracias por hablar conmigo.

—Me hace sentir… un poquito más acompañado.

Alex:

—Yo también me siento más acompañado, Nick.

Alex:

(Lo mira un momento, curioso.)

—Oye, Nick… ¿te puedo preguntar algo?

Nick:

—Claro… ¿qué cosa?

Alex:

—Pues… desde que eres un fantasma…

—¿has descubierto algún poder?

Nick:

(Parpadea lento. Intrigado. Como si nunca se hubiera puesto realmente a pensarlo.)

—¿Poder?

—Mmm… no mucho. Solo que puedo atravesar cosas… a veces sin querer.

Alex:

—¿Y… nada más?

Nick:

(Se queda pensando con una seriedad suave.)

—Eso creo. ¿Por qué?

Alex:

—Pues… de hecho, lo digo por una película.

—¿Has visto Bill y Ted?

Nick:

(Levanta la mirada de inmediato, intrigado.)

—No… ¿qué pasa ahí?

Alex:

—Hay una parte donde los fantasmas pueden poseer personas…

—pero lo hacen lanzándose directo a la boca o a los oídos de alguien.

Nick:

(Sus ojos se abren con una mezcla de sorpresa genuina y una chispa de interés.)

—¿A la boca… o a los oídos?

(Se toca la oreja transparente, como comprobando que sigue ahí.)

—¿Así funciona? ¿Solo se lanzan y ya?

Alex:

—Pues en la película sí.

—Se avientan como… fiuuu, directo.

Nick:

—Eso suena… extraño.

—Pero… no sé por qué… suena lógico para un fantasma.

Alex:

—¿Te imaginas que de verdad fuera así?

Nick:

(Se ríe bajito, tímido.)

—Sería raro lanzarme hacia la boca de alguien…

(hace un gesto diminuto, simulando un salto)

—pero… también suena como algo que… podría intentar.

Alex:

—¿Te interesa probar?

Nick:

(Se queda pensativo, pero no asustado; más bien emocionado con vergüenza.)

—Me interesa saber si podría.

Alex:

—Bueno, al menos en las películas sí.

Alex:

—Nick… creo que tengo una idea.

—Podrías intentar poseer a alguien.

Nick:

(Lo mira sorprendido, con una curiosidad suave.)

—¿A quién quieres que… intente poseer?

Alex:

(Se vuelve hacia la casa de al lado.)

—A Enrique. Es mi vecino.

Nick:

(Inclina la cabeza, intrigado.)

—¿Cómo es él?

Alex:

—Pues… es un chico alto, delgado…

—Tiene la piel un poco bronceada porque casi siempre está afuera cuando hace sol.

—Y casi nunca se da cuenta de nada, siempre va en su mundo.

Nick:

(Asiente lentamente, imaginándolo.)

—Entiendo…

Alex:

—¿Recuerdas lo que te conté de la película Bill y Ted?

—Lo de que los fantasmas se lanzan hacia la boca o los oídos para entrar.

Nick:

(Sus ojos se iluminan un poco al recordarlo.)

—Sí, eso que dijiste.

—Que solo se enfocan… y se lanzan.

Alex:

—Exacto.

—Podrías intentar algo parecido con Enrique.

Nick:

(Mira la casa vecina, nervioso pero intrigado.)

—Un chico alto, delgado y bronceado…

(Respira hondo, si es que aún sabe hacerlo.)

—Bueno…

—Supongo que puedo intentarlo.

(Antes de que Alex termine, se oye el ruido de una puerta abriéndose. Ambos voltean.)

Enrique:

(Sale de su casa ajustándose los audífonos, una mochila colgada al hombro. Es tal cual como Alex lo describió: alto, flaco, piel ligeramente bronceada por el sol. Camina distraído, como siempre, sin notar mucho de su entorno.)

—…

Nick:

(Su expresión cambia por completo: sorpresa pura mezclada con un poco de nervio.)

—Oh… ¿ese es él?

Alex:

(Asiente, en voz baja.)

—Sí, ese es.

—Siempre sale a esta hora. A veces ni me saluda porque va escuchando quién sabe qué.

Enrique:

(Pasa frente a ellos sin darse cuenta, bajando por la banqueta. Se quita un audífono un segundo para acomodarlo, pero ni siquiera mira en su dirección.)

Nick:

—No parece que note mucho lo que pasa a su alrededor…

Alex:

—Te dije. Por eso pensé en él.

—Si vas a probar si puedes poseer a alguien… Enrique es el mejor candidato.

Nick:

(Da un paso atrás, nervioso pero intrigado, sintiendo esa mezcla rara de emoción y temor.)

—No pensé que aparecería justo ahora…

Alex:

—Es tu oportunidad, Nick.

—Si de verdad quieres intentarlo… este es el momento.

Nick:

(Mira a Enrique alejándose unos metros, luego mira a Alex.)

—¿Y… si fallo?

Alex:

—Pues no pasa nada. Enrique ni se entera.

—Pero si no fallas… descubrimos algo grande.

Nick:

(Respira hondo, aunque ya no necesite hacerlo. Sus ojos siguen a Enrique con una mezcla de miedo y emoción.)

—Está bien…

—Voy a intentarlo.

Nick:

(Da un par de pasos hacia Enrique, que sigue caminando distraído con su música.)

—No puedo creer que esté a punto de hacer esto…

Alex:

(Desde atrás, en voz baja pero animándolo.)

—Tú puedes, Nick.

—Acuérdate de lo que te conté de Bill y Ted: concéntrate… y lánzate.

Nick:

(Asiente, tragando saliva aunque ya no lo necesita.)

—Bien… por el oído, dijiste.

(Mira a Enrique, que sigue sin darse cuenta de nada.)

—Creo que es el momento.

Enrique:

(Se detiene un segundo para cambiar de canción, levantando ligeramente un audífono y dejando su oído expuesto.)

—…

Alex:

(Susurra.)

—¡Ahí! Esa es tu oportunidad.

Nick:

(Su cuerpo fantasma parece volverse un poco más ligero. Se inclina hacia adelante, enfocándose completamente en el oído descubierto.)

—Okay… allá voy.

(Nick da un pequeño impulso, casi un salto suave, como si la gravedad ya no lo afectara. Su forma translúcida avanza hacia Enrique con una mezcla de decisión y miedo.)

Nick:

—¡Fiuuu—!

(En un solo movimiento rápido, como la escena que Alex le describió, Nick se desliza directo hacia el oído de Enrique. Su figura atraviesa la zona alrededor del audífono y se disipa dentro del oído, desapareciendo por completo.)

Alex:

(Se queda con los ojos abiertos de par en par.)

—¿Nick…?

Enrique:

(Parpadea, se queda quieto un momento. Baja el audífono, confundido.)

—¿Huh?

Nick (dentro del cuerpo):

(Se detiene un momento, respirando como puede, sintiendo el peso y el equilibrio del cuerpo de Enrique.)

—…Whoa.

(Mueve los dedos de una mano, luego la otra. Flexiona los brazos, gira el cuello. Todo responde perfectamente.)

—Puedo… moverlo.

—Todo responde a lo que pienso.

Alex:

—Nick… ¿lo sientes? ¿De verdad tienes el control?

Nick (mirando las manos, fascinado):

—Sí.

—Él… no se da cuenta.

—Es como si su mente estuviera en pausa.

—No hay resistencia… nada.

(Da un paso adelante, sintiendo cómo las piernas se ajustan automáticamente al suelo. El cuerpo responde sin problemas.)

—Puedo caminar, girar, incluso respirar… todo es suyo, pero lo controlo yo.

Alex:

—Increíble… así que… realmente funciona.

Nick:

(Levanta los brazos y los mueve lentamente, como probando la amplitud del cuerpo.)

—Sí… tengo control total.

—Y él ni siquiera sabe que está pasando.

(Inclina la cabeza y prueba hablar con la voz de Enrique, un poco inseguro al principio.)

—Hmm… creo que también puedo usar su voz.

—Esto es… raro… pero… impresionante.

Alex:

—Eso es perfecto.

—Ahora puedes explorar, experimentar… sin que Enrique se entere.

Nick:

(Asiente, todavía fascinado, sintiendo cada músculo y cada movimiento como un nuevo descubrimiento.)

—Nunca imaginé que fuera así…

—Es como estar dentro de alguien más… pero totalmente consciente.

Alex:

—Wow… Nick, eso es increíble.

—Tienes control total sobre Enrique y él ni se entera.

Nick (dentro del cuerpo de Enrique):

—Sí… es raro, pero puedo sentirlo todo perfectamente.

—Sus músculos, su equilibrio… todo responde.

Alex:

—Mira… tengo una idea.

—Ven a mi casa, podemos sentarnos y… bueno, explorar más cómo funciona tu control.

—Así puedes probar movimientos, caminar, usar la voz, todo con calma, sin que nadie nos moleste.

Nick:

(Mueve la cabeza de Enrique un poco, pensativo.)

—Hmm… sí, suena bien.

—Podría ser útil entender hasta dónde puedo controlar este cuerpo.

Alex:

—Exacto.

—Además, desde allí podríamos intentar que te comuniques conmigo usando la voz de Enrique, o experimentar con gestos.

—Sin que él se dé cuenta, claro.

Nick:

—Vale…

—Entonces vamos.

—Pero despacio, necesito acostumbrarme un poco al equilibrio.

Alex:

—Tranquilo, vamos paso a paso.

—Te prometo que será seguro… y además, nadie sospechará nada.

(Alex guía a Enrique/Nick hacia su casa mientras Nick prueba caminar, sentir cómo funcionan los pies, ajustar la postura y mover los brazos con suavidad. Cada pequeño movimiento es una nueva sensación para él.)

Nick (pensando para sí dentro del cuerpo de Enrique):

—Nunca imaginé que tomar el control de alguien pudiera sentirse así…

—Todo es tan extraño… y tan fascinante al mismo tiempo.

Alex:

—Bien, ahora que estás en su cuerpo… podemos experimentar más con los movimientos y cómo responde todo.

Nick (dentro del cuerpo de Enrique):

—Sí… es muy raro, pero increíble.

—Puedo mover los brazos, girar el torso… es como aprender a usar un cuerpo nuevo.

Alex:

—Exacto.

—Si quieres, también puedes explorar un poco más… ver cómo funciona todo de manera física.

Nick:

(Titubea un momento, pensando con curiosidad científica.)

—Bueno… no sé por qué, pero… me gustaría oler sus axilas.

—Digo… para ver cómo… eh… funcionan.

—Siempre está un poco sudado cuando está en movimiento.

Alex:

(Ríe suavemente.)

—Vale, es parte del cuerpo, y es normal querer notar cómo se mueve y reacciona.

—No hay nada raro en estudiar eso, forma parte de la experiencia de explorar su cuerpo.

Nick:

—Sí… y además… puedo tocar un poco sus brazos, su pecho, sus hombros…

—Solo para sentir cómo responden los músculos al moverlos, nada más.

(Nick levanta un brazo y lo mueve, observando cómo se tensan los músculos del hombro y del pecho. Luego acerca ligeramente la cabeza hacia la axila, oliendo ligeramente, como un gesto de curiosidad pura por la realidad del cuerpo.)

Alex:

—Perfecto. Eso es exactamente lo que necesitamos: que explores todo el cuerpo, que notes cómo funciona.

—Cuanto más sientas, más control tendrás sobre cada movimiento.

Alex:

(Se queda mirando un momento, con la cabeza inclinada y una sonrisa de pura curiosidad.)

—Hmm… ahora que lo mencionas… me pregunto cómo olerían sus axilas mientras estás moviéndote así.

—No sé… como parte de entender cómo funciona todo el cuerpo.

Nick:

—Exacto, eso es lo que digo.

—No es nada raro, solo es parte de explorar el cuerpo.

—Puedo mover los brazos y sentir los músculos, y… si quieres, puedes acercarte un poco y… oler para ver cómo cambia con el movimiento.

Alex:

(Asiente, curioso, con tono juguetón pero inocente.)

—Sí… quiero ver cómo reacciona todo.

—Esto es solo un experimento de curiosidad, después de todo.

(Alex se acerca ligeramente y, con cautela, huele la axila del brazo levantado de Enrique/Nick, mientras observa cómo se mueve el músculo y cómo responde el torso al movimiento.)

Nick (dentro del cuerpo, pensativo):

—Sí… esto ayuda a entender mejor cómo todo funciona… músculos, postura, movimiento… y hasta cómo se siente el sudor natural del cuerpo.

Alex:

—Wow… me encanta cómo huele su axila.

—Es raro, pero es como… parte del cuerpo, y me parece curioso.

Nick (dentro del cuerpo de Enrique):

(Sonríe para sí mismo, moviendo el brazo suavemente.)

—Sí… y sabes, Alex… creo que haces bien en notar eso.

—Te preocupas por los detalles, y eso me gusta.

Alex:

(Se sonroja un poco, sorprendido por el cumplido.)

—Ah… gracias, Nick.

—Nunca pensé que un experimento de este tipo pudiera ser… agradable.

Nick:

—Sí… es interesante cómo cada parte del cuerpo tiene algo que contar.

—Hasta algo tan simple como el olor natural puede enseñarnos cómo funciona todo.

Alex:

—Exacto… me gusta explorar contigo y ver cómo controlas todo.

—Es como aprender juntos, aunque de una manera bastante rara.

Nick:

(Mueve los brazos un poco más, sintiendo los músculos.)

—Sí… raro, pero divertido.

—Además, tienes buen ojo para notar los detalles.

Alex:

—Gracias… eso significa mucho viniendo de ti.

—Y bueno, todavía hay mucho que podemos explorar.

Nick (dentro del cuerpo de Enrique, titubeando un poco):

—Alex… eh… puedo preguntarte algo… un poco extraño…

Alex:

(Levantando la mirada, curioso.)

—Claro… dime.

Nick:

—¿Puedo… besarte?

—Quiero decir… solo un beso… para ver cómo se siente esta experiencia estando en este cuerpo.

Alex:

(Se queda en silencio un segundo, sorprendido, pero con una sonrisa tímida.)

—Hmm… bueno… sí.

—Si quieres probar… podemos hacerlo.

Nick:

(Respira hondo, nervioso pero emocionado.)

—Solo un beso rápido… nada más.

—Quiero ver cómo es… desde aquí.

(Nick se acerca lentamente, y Alex hace lo mismo. Se encuentran con cuidado, de manera suave y curiosa, sin presión, solo explorando la sensación del momento.)

Alex:

(Después del beso, sonriendo tímidamente.)

—Vaya… eso fue… interesante.

Nick:

—Sí… es muy extraño, pero… me alegra haberlo hecho.

—Gracias por dejarme probarlo.

Alex:

—De nada…

—Y bueno, seguimos explorando el cuerpo de Enrique… pero ahora con un poquito más de confianza.

(Ambos ríen suavemente, todavía nerviosos pero cómodos, mientras Nick sigue ajustándose al control del cuerpo de Enrique y Alex lo observa con curiosidad y complicidad.)

CONTINUARA...

[semischarmed]

Hunter, Part 2

In the past few days, you’ve turned your neighbor into your own hedonistic puppet. Hunter’s major life changes were a shock to friends and family alike, but they were ultimately supportive as they helped you, his “new boyfriend”, move into your new apartment together. It only turned you on even more to see them cheer and congratulate Hunter, when you maneuvered his body into leaning over to kiss you sensually while your hand cups his right ass cheek possessively. You drew that particular kiss out, partially because he just tasted that good, and partially to goad Hunter.

Next came everything else- bank accounts, social media, Hunter made you a piece of all of it. 

“You’re not gonna get awa-w….” Hunter’s body shudders before it lick’s its lips, laying a seductive stare on you. “Coming to bed, babe?” You knew that part always killed him. You make him watch as you don his recently used gym clothes, still reeking of his sweat and warm with his latest session. You take a quick whiff, enjoying the feeling of his sweat glide across your flesh and his scent permeate into you. 

The raw, sharp stench of his used compression clothing hung heavy in the room but it wasn’t like Hunter was any better. These past few days were some of the most tiring for him- you loved making his flesh work out, loved the scents and grime he caked himself with, and ultimately decided to keep his body from showering. Hunter probably reeked to everyone else, but he smelled perfect to the only person allowed to matter in his life.

You slide up to him in bed, forcing him to wrap tone arms and legs around you like a warm blanket of flesh. He holds his phone up to your face, letting it unlock as he loads up his Instagram. Hunter was still somewhat connected to his University’s frat, so you had many options.

You make him lick your cheek seductively. You shuddered. “I wanna know what it feels like… To take one of my bros, to watch the betrayal in their eyes while I jam them full of our seed.” Immediately, Hunter wrestles back control, only managing to whimper. Inside him, you can feel your joint seed- the worms you initially used to infect him writhe and wriggle in pleasure. 

You grab the phone, turning to the side as you continue to scroll through his Instagram. Meanwhile, you make Hunter touch himself, self-pleasuring until he reaches climax. You squirm in pleasure as he releases, feeling his body’s pleasure as an extension of yourself. His cum instantly solidifies. Instead of worms, your slithering offspring together expand in size, taking on a more snake-like appearance. You let one flow into your mouth, intending to let it settle in your body like a spring-loaded trap in case you needed a new puppet. You savor the flavor of the singular snake while forcing Hunter to swallow the rest of the serpents. Mmmmm. Tastes just like Hunter.

Hunter convulses as your offspring together reintegrate into his being. Without acknowledging his spasming form, you pull up one of the current members of his old frat. 

“Jake. Junior. Sports Medicine. ATO… Looks like he has a personal training course. What do you think?” You ask the shaking Hunter. You see the veins on his temples enlarge in struggle and his face flush red.

“F-F…. Fuck Yeah”.

- - - - -

“Hey man. You sure you wanna do this in the forest?” Jake asked. So far, that only emotion you've seen come across his face is mild disinterest.

“Yeah…” you reply coolly through Hunter. God it turned you on just hearing his voice relay your thoughts. Hunter gagged internally. He stewed in disgust at feeling his own body act so naturally despite your impure intentions.

You can tell from Jake’s willingness to accommodate, you must have been one of his first clients. It was pretty clear why. Though popular, he wasn’t particularly charismatic. He’s posted at least one or two others- members of his own frat, but you wonder how many other actual clients he had. It was likely not much, considering how easy it was to convince him to agree to start the session the middle of the forest. 

You readjusted in your seat, trying to hide your growing boner. Corrupting Hunter’s own secret spot into a trap laid out for Jake brought its own unique pleasure, but having to force his body to drive made it difficult to keep your own emotions at bay. You internally thank how little of your actual intention leaked. Hunter’s sincerity was one of his best traits, and you readily dispensed it at will, turning it into your own personal weapon.

Deeper and deeper, you drive Hunter to guide your party into the woods. Getting to the remote location felt even longer than before, perhaps due to your excitement. You look at your phone in glee as signal slowly dwindles. Eventually, your party stops at the water’s edge. You admire your handiwork as you look in satisfaction at the sheer stillness in Hunter’s Lake. 

“Uh, so you’re actually already pretty built but we can still work on bulking you up.” His lips follow a flat smile, but his eyes betray his lack of interest. “You said you wanted to get jacked? What about your friend over there?” You smile a little at his nonchalance. It was almost cute seeing him try to secure another client. Oh Jake, I can’t wait to use that tight bod to get ourselves some more ‘clients’.

“My boyfriend”, you correct him through Hunter. “Is just here to watch... I l-like it when he watches”. You anticipate Jake’s reaction to this bizarre response, but the only change in his somewhat bored expression is a slight raise in his eyebrows. Hunter’s face is forced to mimic your sinister glee. Too easy. 

“Sure bro, whatever floats your boat…” he relays back with a tone that feels like an eye roll. “Just saying, he could probably really benefit from this program.” Bored eyes survey your main body up and down. “I can make you strong, bro”. That brings a filthy smile to your face. 

“You’re about to”, you moan.

Jake looks slightly confused for second, but his attention immediately focuses on Hunter’s approaching form, hands placed across his flesh, raking every piece of himself in pleasure. 

“W-“ Jake is cut short as he is pushed several feet back into the lake water below. Amusement paints your face. Evidently, you underestimated the strength bound in Hunter’s body. 

In more emotion than you’ve ever seen him have, the frat bro seizes at the sharp drop in temperature, yelping before he feels his heart drop and face turn pale. Slithering. All over him. He looks around in shock at a mass of serpents, coiling and writhing beneath the once-still water. You could tell he had a sixth sense for their unnatural nature. Too little too late. 

Water splashes everywhere as Jake makes a beeline for shore. He chokes on the lake water a little and stumbles out but he does make it. Jake continues running inland despite being covered in snakes, hoping to flee into the forest. He slowly trudges to a halt, pinned upright as your snakes continue swirling around him.

True to Hunter’s name, you had booby-trapped the water during a previous visit, forcing his body to the brink as it deposited wave after wave of your joined semen. As soon as his seed left his warm flesh, it instantly solidified together, forming sizable serpents. Quite the upgrade from those worms.

Even now, you continue through Hunter, forcing him to pump his dick and blow out another load of your serpentine offspring. His eyes go glassy as they combine into larger forms. This time, they slither around Hunter’s flesh. His eyes fall on the helpless Jake, blinking once in sincere dread before you moan. As you do, his face twitches in discomfort until he is forced to moan as well, bringing a shaking hand back over his dick to pump out another load. And another still. Wave after tireless wave of snakes. Each wave adds to the one before, growing your snake larger and larger, until one several feet long is coiling itself around Hunter. 

You were up to your fifth wave of offspring now. Jake is staring in horror, trying to escape the writhing clutches of your previous trap. Hunter’s body is past its limits. He’s slack-jawed, mouth agape and chest coated in waves of drool. He exudes a thick, pungent sheen of sweat. Your eyes lazily fall back on the personal trainer. 

Jake too is drenched in sweat and struggle and slick with the hybrid cum of you and your previous hunt. He continues to look in fear at the barely conscious, tired beyond measure Hunter. Hunter is still reeling from what his body was just puppetted into doing. In this state, there’s no fight left in your “boyfriend’s” mind. He was only strung up into lucidity by the web of your cells in folds of his brain. 

You will your own body unconscious, feeding the full stream of your thoughts into your hot neighbor. Despite the refinement in control, you still feel the slightest lag, slight delay in each movement. But with this new level of control, you feel blood rushing into his sore dick. His height alone was already a shift from your previous body. Longer, stronger limbs at your beckoning. You feel them brimming with power. Every sensation, every breath through his lungs felt grounding. Without Hunter inside wrestling for control, every movement felt more precise, every sense more vibrant. Hunter’s body resonates with your mind, feeling more like an extension of yourself. You strip yourself, taking your time to enjoy the new sensations.

You blink through Hunter’s tired eyes, boring his hazel irises into Jake’s, and smirk. “Don’t worry. You’re so big… I bet you can take all of us.” You drop to your knees, laying the large serpent into the ground. 

You give Jake a show, starting to hump the air. With each thrust, your serpentine offspring begin to coil further and further around the whimpering Jake. “Please!” He screams. “What do you want? Money? I’ll give you anything, bro!” He shouts as he tries to shake off the snakes. “I-I don’t wanna die” he states in panic. 

You walk up and lean Hunter’s face up to his cheek, your puppet’s warmth like a blanket over his body. You breathe out hot damp air through Hunter lungs. Jake slightly winces at your proximity. “You’re not gonna fucking die, bro”. You lick the side of his face. Salty. “Would be such a waste of that delectable bod”. You can feel Hunter’s consciousness begin to reemerge. He tries to wriggle back control, his disgust apparent. He’s revolted at what’s become of him. Once kind. Once normal. Now depraved. Now yours. You wield him with little care. With a cockiness and a cruelty that paid no respect to the man he once was. “Look at this fucking hunk. This puppet. This meatsuit.” You let your Hunter-bound dick gently graze Jack’s abdomen while moaning out through his deep voice. “Does he look dead to you?”

“No, You’re gonna live. And I’m gonna live. With you… In you. Through. You.” With that, you position Hunter out of the way as your largest offspring slithers its way into the convulsing Jake.

Jake starts hyperventilating as it inches closer and closer into his bound form. You ball your Hunter’s hand into a fist. The snakes already surrounding his flesh tighten even further. He gasps as the first cum-drenched serpent pokes at his ass. He looks back as you start to feed it in, shaking as he tries to control his pleasure when it rushes past his prostate.  

With his mouth slightly open, you feed foot upon foot of yourself. He tries to retch, but that only gives more space for the snake to slip even further into him. 

Once half of the large serpent is comfortably inside, you will the rest of the snakes up his asshole. Jake shudders, unable to fully vocalize his screams. He falls to the ground in a dull thud, convulsing while his body is forced to accommodate the extra mass of your offspring. You hear creaks and groans in his flesh, chest and stomach distended and writhing with your offspring.

Jake is reduced to soft squelching noises when the last of the large serpent slips in, sealing his fate. His shaking hands grip his neck as he tries to fight off the intrusion. He’s far too late, however. He thrashes in the ground, kicking dirt as two snakes slip between his muscle fibers. You entrench yourself into the man, willing more serpents into the folds of his extremities before making them burst back into Hunter-enhanced cum. 

He whimpers, back arching in unnatural angles as you weave the largest serpent into the deepest parts of his body. He eventually quiets into stillness. Unable to move out of fear. It’s only for a moment, however. A splashing sound is heard from deep within his flesh as you explode the snake and coat most of his insides with your seed. You feel your cells begin to hijack his, merging and imposing you into his body. 

You feel your main body stir to life, panting. Hunter’s naked body immediately drops to the ground, unconscious. Controlling these snakes seems to take a lot out of you. You look back at Jake. You still lack fine control of his body. This body is strong too. You feel his muscle fibers fight you, defying your commands through sheer force of will. You lick your lips, causing the sleeping Hunter to do the same. Manipulating both bodies felt like its own workout, especially when they resist. You instead focus more attention on your latest capture.

You wrap one snake around one of his vocal cords and bite. A strand of drool escapes slightly parted lips as his mouth moves with sluggish rigidity. With other bits of control. you clumsily force him to strip. Veins pop around his neck and his face contorts in pain. As you wrap another snake around more of his vocal cords, he relents his voice to you. “I can already tell this body’s a fuckin alpha.” God it felt good to puppet Jake. He twitches in struggle and then pats his abs. They don’t move at all from his hand but they ripple intensely with the writhing of the flesh you lodged inside him. His lips quiver but he is eventually forced to smile- and then a cocky flex. It feels entirely foreign coming out of him. 

A few of your serpents slip into his balls, coiling and coating them with the mix of Hunter’s seed and your own. Hunter already had potency, but you could tell Jake was on another level. You wanted it. All of it. All of him. You inject yourself into every piece of his seed factory, and Jake seizes as he feels his future surrender to you. He feels a wrongness to his core, as you root into his very essence, his potential legacy. Jake sticks his tongue out in your delirious pleasure. He pulls up to your main body, grinding into you while smearing testosterone laden sweat all over your body. “That’s fuckin right. Get in me. All of it. This body- my baby batter’s yours. Inject us into my friends. My family…” He moans. 

Another snake wedges into the folds of his brain before biting. A mix of your cum and Hunter’s floods his mind. Jake grips his head in pain as he’s forced to surrender every thought, feeling, dream he’s ever had. You move your offspring in sync to perfectly imitate Jake. He starts to strip, letting you witness the full glory of his drenched body. ”I’ve always wanted kids. Your kids- Our kids are gonna be so fucking strong. Daddy Jake will make them strong”. He taunts himself as he feels his own body up. “I’m fucking delicious”. With your increased focus, he’s a bit easier to handle. A bead of sweat falls on your main body. Still fucking hard to pilot. “Cmon bro, this all you got?” You make him say to himself. Jake blinks away tears, betrayed by his own flesh and muscle. 

Suddenly, you see a tired Hunter wake, sickened to his core, but free. You instantly try to flex the pieces of yourself still embedded inside him but he resists. Your main body falls into sleep again to solidify your control over Jake’s body. The worn Hunter starts to scramble away before you rush him with Jake’s body, pinning him with your new strengthened biceps. Power. Hunter had good qualities, but Jake was a powerhouse. Raw, muscled power. He was brimming with it, body soaked in the stuff. And it was now yours. Jake’s face animates with your delight. “Oh Hunter…” you coo. “You’re a fighter, aren’t you? I don’t think you’re fighting your way out of this one,” You sake with Jake’s virile voice, opening your mouth so he can see a resolidified snake. It was larger this time, more menacing. You close Jake’s mouth again as his face is pulled into your smile. 

“Here, have a taste”, you make him say, as you pull Hunter into a savage kiss. You fashion your new mouth into a wide smile regurgitating the newly thickened snake. Hunter chokes on your serpent, eyes rolling to the back of his head. The new offspring you’ve forced out of Jake and Hunter’s genetic material is mighty. Dominant. Hunter’s throat expands to allow the intrusion. He’s still weary from the past few days and newfound freedom, and you feel just one of these snakes are enough for full control. Permanent control. The enhanced piece of you begins dissolving and weaving itself into Hunter’s flesh. "You're mine". You hold him in place as he jolts, body twisting and contorting to try in vain to fight it. As his trembling slowly subsides, you watch in glee as his sullen face slowly rise to meet Jake’s eyes, growing smirk on his face mirroring yours.

Your control slowly wanes when your main body rises out of its sleep. You bring Hunter into a deep, wet kiss, before placing your attention back on Jake. Hunter’s flesh moves to your command, just like before, but this time, any resistance is tamped down by your new Jake-enhanced cum. You are still slightly out of breath from controlling his body, but with nowhere near the difficulty you had before.

The triple vision causes you to stagger, but you quickly get used to puppetting two bodies at once. This time, it was Jake’s turn to form a resistance. His body jerks as he tries to brute force command of his own body back. You wrestle it back, forcing a shaking hand to grab his dick and start pumping. You bring Hunter’s hand over, supporting. Your two hands are coarse, and your control over them is somewhat rough. Regardless, you quicken to a breakneck speed, barely leaving time for Jake’s body to gasp.

Jake’s dick releases in a torrent of cum. It coats Hunter’s body, but with your control, he doesn’t even flinch. Instead, he moans, scooping it into his hands and bringing it up to your Jake body’s mouth. You make your frat bro slurp the mixture own seed, Hunter, and yours. Jake’s fighting the urge to vomit, but to you it tastes divine. You make him swirl his tongue inside his mouth, corralling every last piece of it deeper inside. 

Making Jake reinfect himself made all three of your bodies hard. Jake squirms in and out of control. He’s forced to grope his own muscles while he feels himself saturate with you, his own Adonis bod reduced into an avatar of your pleasure. He’s ready. You bring your newly infested puppet close. His deep chest heaves for you. Voice dripping with your perversion, “I’ll make you strong bro” you make Jake say in a corruption of his own catchphrase. “This is peak performance”. You can practically feel him fight with every fiber of his being. His bulging musculature spams. You drool with anticipation, pinning his body and yours to a tree with Hunter’s gyrating flash. ”Be one with me” you sing in Hunter’s voice. “O..On..with…. me“, you start to be able to reply back as Jake. “O-o-one…” His head shakes side to side, fighting you intrusion. You pinpoint your mind, like a hypodermic needle to his psyche. “One with me,” He gasps in ecstasy. 

“You fuckin freak….” Jake’s face pulls in a deep smile as he moans. You already have him acting atypically, it borders on unnatural as his lips pull into a smile wider than he’s ever made in his life. He now faces your main body, face closer than you ever would have dared to have it before. “Sin in my body….” He winces in one last bit of resistance, a small tear pooling in his eye. “Let’s make my parent’s cry…” He leans down to you for a kiss, letting you taste every piece of him with your main body for the first time. Your eyes roll back in pleasure as he’s forced to suck out the snake you swallowed a few days ago. He gurgles a little before sending a Jake-imbued serpent, drenched in his testosterone and musk, down your throat. You make him pull back, looking at you with his signature bored expression, now tainted with your lust. “Own me”. His hand grabs yours, pulling it over his ass cheek and forcing a squeeze. “From now on… I am yours” 

- - - - - 

It took a few hours to make your way back but you finally manage. This time, Jake drove back. Drawing on the sleeping Hunter's knowledge. His car and the route back are second nature.

Jake places a hand on your inner thigh and smiles. Before long, your back in town and you send the aspiring personal trainer on his way.

You lay back in bed, curling up to your Hunter body. He still reeks but you can’t wait to start concocting your own concentrated Jake-flavored scent. You sigh contentedly, satisfied with your newest acquisition.

Doesn’t hurt to have a little test drive. 

Your two bodies peacefully lull into slumber as you flood the full force of your consciousness into Jake’s body. His face flashes in a split-second resistance before settling back. You fit the shape of your psyche to match his brain, slowly sliding into a deepened control. He has been carrying on as normal, so when you open his eyes as your own for the first time and gasp you first Jake-breath, you immediately adapt to his nonchalance. You survey your new surroundings.

He’s at the school gym, with what looks like one of his ATO brothers. It’s quite empty, probably due to how late it was. You pull one of his half-smiles. You couldn’t believe your luck at the fine man before you. You extract information from Jake’s mind.

A model, at least part time. Smart. Charismatic. “He’s cute, too,” You taunt Jake. “Thanks for the bro, bro”.

One of the snakes you have in his body coils in excitement, but you will it to be still. Might as well finish his routine. You can’t help but push Jake’s body past its limit as you barrel your way through his sets. 

You had a glimpse of his raw power previously, but it paled in comparison to this. As you smash through set after set in his body, you feel deeply in tune with Jake. His heart pumps mightly. Your cells already course through his bloodstream, so the action squeezes you into him further and only solidifies your bond together. His lungs are like engines, you’ve never felt so much energy inside you. You want to keep the charade of his normal personality up, but you can’t help but giggle. So good. So fucking good.

Hunter was dependable, and it felt amazing fully wearing his mind, but Jake was another beast entirely. You feel drunk in his body, in his vitality, in feeling his muscles conform to your thoughts. Your two bodies in Hunter’s apartment start squirming, leaking a bit of precum. Your mind is twisted and slotted into every piece of Jake's. His inner self winces as your very being, very sense of self leeches out of every crevice in his, neurons force-fed your commands. Your Jake-flavored thoughts course through his body, the perfect housing to your newly added self. This was truly being Jake. Wearing him in all senses but physical. And being Jake is a fuckin party.

It wasn’t just sensation. Thoughts themselves felt euphoric. Through his eyes, the world seems just a bit brighter. His mouth is intimately aware of the flavor of his own saliva. And his nose... you take a deep whiff of the perspiration caking his armpits, drenched in his musk. Divine. A moan escapes your mouth, prompting a quick turn from Dylan. God, we even sound good when we moan together. Jake’s face immediately reverts to its normal, dull demeanor. You raise your eyebrows slightly, just like Jake does, as you catch his eyeline, arousing no suspicion. Dylan promptly returns to his exercises, unaware of the danger wearing his best friend. You put Jake in the forefront, only for a moment, relishing in his sense of freedom before immediately straddling his psyche. You ride it as he is forced to bring trembling fingers up to his nipples. You give them a good rub. Oh my god. Another moan, but Dylan ignores it this time. That gets the two of you even harder.

You continue to straddle Jake’s inner sense of self as you work through his last set. It felt good to have him around, to witness how much more powerful he was when you were puppetting his bod. “We’re so fucking strong together,” you grunt in a proud aggression. Jake’s emotions felt far more raw than Hunter’s so it was difficult reining them in. 

Large dumbbells fall to the ground in a loud thunk. Jake’s body- your body is spent. His flesh cries in pain and soreness, but even that felt amazing through his bod. You are intimately aware of his tired flesh. It’s tender, but not for long. You feel the fibers of his being, coated in your conjoined seed getting buried in the folds of his growing muscles. Like all bodies after a workout, his body courses with growth hormones. Mass. His flesh condenses, builds itself stronger, unwillingly with you inlaid deep within them. You whimper in ecstacy. This is yours. He is yours. All yours. Irreversibly yours.

You roar, proud of Jake, of the new branch of your being. You will his tired form upright. He drools as his body whines in soreness. You lap it up, his face filling with determination as you prepare for your next hunt.

Your body is soaked, oozing with Jake’s sweat and scent. You pay no mind as you slowly walk towards Dylan, who had just finished his last set. You can barely mask your excitement through Jake’s normal demeanor. God you look even better up close. Your muscled hand reaches out, offering to pull him up. You ‘accidentally’ pull him too hard and into your awaiting hug. You laugh it off but you can tell that emotion alone was already offputting to Dylan. Fuck it, let’s be one already.

You waste no time, wrapping Dylan with your larger frame. Your ATO bro flails, trying to escape your clutches. He's far too weak to resist, post-workout. Instead you pull his head, up to your nose for a quick whiff of your future scent. Your eyelids flutter a little. He smells fancy.

You tug on Jake’s memories, “Bro, it was so fun getting to know you this semester. Gets me so hard just thinking about that tight little ass of yours.” You start grinding Jake’s body into Dylan. Letting him feel Jake’s hard on.

Dylan is stammering, clearly worried at the hybrid personality of Jake and your perversion. This person in front of him is Jake. It’s undeniably Jake, but it feels so wrong. Your muscled hand grips his chin, turning it from one side to another. “We’re gonna be more than bros, Dylan.” That causes him to struggle more. “You got the cutest face in ATO. Can’t fucking wait to wear it. Ready to be one?”

Dylan starts tossing himself around, as he sees the large snake slowly rising from Jake’s smile. You use your newfound muscle man to keep him steady. Another perk of being entrenched in Jake’s body. You waste no time, forcing Dylan to gorge himself on you, Jake and Hunter’s hybrid seed. 

He makes gurgling noises as you coil and worm into your new bod, and the last sight he sees is Jake pleading “sorry”. Dylan’s shaking stops, arms hanging lifelessly. Jake is still whimpering his sorrys as you brute force your bond into Dylan. It’s normally an arduous process, but being betrayed by his best friend turns his corruption into quick work. His mind succumbs to you easily, still in shock.

Jake is still sobbing “sorry” as he holds you upright. Your eyes slowly blink open, looking to Jake in confusion at first. He opens his mouth, wanting to ask if you were still you but you abruptly use your new body to pull him into a kiss. You force Jake to reciprocate, giving him a forbidden taste of his best bro’s essence.

“No need to be sorry bro,” you moan. “Actually... thank you, Jake. Thank you for stuffing this tight bod with his flesh.” You start to mock Jake by wearing your new body’s sincerity as you continue. “I’ve always wanted to be turned into a meat puppet. This was my deepest desire”. You hum.

Wearing Dylan was equally arousing and you feel Jake squirm in disgust at feeling his best friend’s growing hard on. You start to dance in Dylan’s tight bod, shaking more of your cells deeper in the process. “I’ve always wanted to be slut. And for my best, most trusted bro to be the one to infect me!” You cackle. “You feel him, don’t you?” You moan. “You can tell there’s no going back…”  Jake starts to shake as you resume control, this time dispersing your mind across both bodies. 

You pull back Jake to the forefront of his own mind, again strapping him to your own thoughts so he can fully watch and experience himself defile his best friend’s body. Jake’s body returns a hedonistic sneer. “Hell yeah brother…” You slam Dylan to the gym floor and begin stripping both frat men. “We can take the rest of ATO-“ both bodies briefly moan at the thought of corrupting their own brothers. “But, gratitude, bro. Lemme taste you first. Gonna stuff you so full of my cum, you’ll always have a piece of Jake inside of you,” You chuckle. “Well, more what's already there”.

= = = = =

Phew, another long one. But when have they ever not been long?

[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.

[echovelvet278]

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[masterpossession]

Here is Greg, or Daddy Gregg. Gregg is still one dad OG body from the time when he first used his power after a long time. Gregg at that time was a straight man with just some kids and wife. Dad needed to transfer and came across this stud. Gregg went to the gym quite often. One fateful night after Gregg's workout, dad decided to strike and possess fully. It seemed like a wind chill after the incident. Nothing out of the ordinary for Gregg. Dad took the backseat in Gregg's body. But slowly, dad changes Gregg's behaviour.