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[zachghost770]

DALTONS GETTING GOONY

AI GENERATED STORY

The mall buzzed with weekend energy—groups of teens loitered, couples strolled with shopping bags, and music spilled faintly from stores. But Stretch wasn’t interested in any of that. He’d been slinking through the ventilation ducts, invisible, watching, hunting. And then he saw him.

Dalton.

An 18-year-old walking wet dream. Shirtless under an open flannel, tight gym shorts that clung to his bubble butt like shrink wrap, and cheap black flip-flops slapping against the tile as he walked with zero urgency and zero thoughts. Blonde tousled hair. Smooth tan skin. A pair of big, blue, dumb puppy eyes. The definition of a Gen Z himbo—vacuous, horny, and built to be taken.

He stood in line for a pretzel, lips parted, scrolling aimlessly through TikTok on his phone, abs flexing as he shifted his weight. And Stretch could already tell—this boy was ripe. No resistance. No thoughts. Just meat.

Time to move.

Stretch slithered off the duct in a haze of smoke, invisible to the world as he zeroed in on Dalton. The boy yawned, thick tongue curling in his mouth as he stretched one arm lazily—his throat wide open. Perfect. Stretch surged forward with a distorted whisper:

"Oooopen wiiide, pretty boy…"

Dalton blinked, then gagged—eyes bulging as a thick, ghostly tentacle of Stretch’s essence jammed down his throat. His flip-flops scraped the tile as his legs kicked, mouth stuck open, the ghost stuffing deeper and deeper down his gullet. His flannel flew open, abs tensing and flexing uncontrollably. Dalton let out a wet, guttural "HRRRRK—!" before his whole body jerked and froze mid-spasm.

Then silence.

Dalton slowly lowered his arms. One flip-flop slid off slightly. He blinked.

Then smirked.

“Unnngh, yeeeahh, now that’s a fuckin’ ride,” he muttered with a chuckle—Stretch’s voice layered beneath Dalton’s dumb bro tone. He looked down at his new tan, muscular arms, then groped both pecs, giggling as he made them bounce.

“Holy shit, this flesh puppet’s perfect. Mmmff—tight lil bod, jiggly ass, and ohhh my fuckin’ god—”

He slapped his own bubble butt through the tight shorts, watching the ripple with awe. “I own this ass now? I’m gonna destroy it.”

He caught a glimpse of himself in a glass storefront and did a little bounce, biting his lip and puffing his cheeks.

“Bro… I can make such dumb fuckin’ faces…”

Stretch turned the body left and right, sticking out his tongue, crossing his eyes, flexing abs while drooling down his chin. “OHH yeah, I’m gonna goon so hard in this meat.”

With his cock swelling and balls already aching with a load, Stretch stumbled toward the nearest bathroom, one flip-flop half-off, a dopey grin plastered on Dalton’s face.

Inside the public restroom, Stretch locked the disabled stall, yanked the shorts down, and moaned.

Dalton’s cock sprang free—thick, veiny, fully hard, dripping pre like a faucet. And beneath it, those massive balls. Stretch let out a whistle.

“No wonder this fucker’s always horny—this cock’s a fuckin’ cannon.”

He pulled the shorts all the way off, stepping out and flexing in the mirror. The flip-flops stayed on. Of course.

“Yeahhh, keep the fuckin’ flops on… keep that dumb slut energy…”

Stretch posed, cock bobbing, and grabbed his own cheeks, spreading them, laughing breathlessly.

“Look at this slutty bubble butt… UUUNNNGH!”

He dropped to his knees, tongue lolling, as he jacked the fat meat slowly with both hands, watching himself in the stall’s scratched mirror. Dalton’s face was flushed, mouth open wide in a moaning ‘O’, eyes rolled up.

“This kid’s got hyperspermia, doesn’t he?” Stretch panted. “His cock’s leaking and I’ve been in here two fuckin’ minutes…”

He leaned back against the toilet, legs spread, flip-flops planted wide as he went full gooner mode.

“Yehhh bro… look at me… I’m just a dumb 18-year-old cumdump… nothin’ but meat, meat, meat…”

He stroked faster, moaning, balls bouncing between his thighs. Drool started slipping down his chin as he locked eyes with the mirror.

“UNNNGH—fuck—this face—fuckin’ beautiful—watch me cum, bro…”

And then it hit.

Dalton’s whole body spasmed. Stretch howled.

“OOOOHHH FUUUCKKKK—!!!”

SPLRRRRTTTT—!

Cum shot everywhere. Across his abs, onto his thighs, dripping from his chest. He pumped again—

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

Thick, pearly ropes sprayed the inside of the stall like a Jackson Pollock painting of pure depravity. Stretch was laughing between moans, drooling openly now, tongue out, face twisted into a blissed-out, slutty mess.

“AHAHAH—BRO—THIS DICK’S MAGICAL!” he cried, still jerking, still cumming. “He just keeps going!”

Ten seconds. Fifteen. Twenty. Still spurting.

Stretch choked out moans, writhing, muscles twitching uncontrollably as he rode the never-ending orgasm, cum splashing over the toilet seat, dripping from the stall door.

He looked into the mirror again, eyes wide, tongue out, spit and cum running down his chin, flexing his abs as he shot again.

“Yeahhh, look at you, Dalton… you’re mine now… and we’re gonna make this a daily ritual, slut.”

Stretch collapsed onto the floor, cock twitching, drooling on the tile, giggling dumbly.

“I ain’t never leavin’ this body…”

PART 2: LETS EXPERIMENT

The door to Dalton’s apartment slammed shut behind him with a lazy slap of his flip-flop. Stretch stretched his new host’s arms overhead, bones popping, pecs flexing, a smug grin spreading across Dalton’s pretty-boy face. His bubble butt peeked from under his gym shorts, damp from the sticky load he still hadn’t cleaned up from the mall bathroom earlier.

He dragged his fingers through his own golden-blonde hair and dropped onto the couch with a thick squelch. His shorts were soaked, and so was the cushion.

“Heh… damn, this kid’s body’s a fountain,” Stretch chuckled, patting Dalton’s jizz-plastered cock through the tight fabric. “Can’t believe how much he cums—fuckin’ hyperspermic slut…”

His eyes glazed over a little as his cock twitched just from saying it. Stretch yanked Dalton’s shorts down in one quick move, letting the thick, veiny cock slap up against his toned stomach, still leaking like a broken faucet.

“Alright, bro… let’s test the limits, yeah?”

He kicked his legs up, bare soles flopping onto the coffee table, flip-flops dangling from his toes. His bubble butt spread across the seat, cock pointed up and ready. In one hand? A fat glass measuring cup from the kitchen. In the other? A bottle of lube that was already halfway empty.

“Let’s see how much juice you really got, Dalton…”

Stretch began stroking.

Slow. Teasing. Biting his lip, he angled the measuring cup right under the head of that hyperspermic monster, whispering in Dalton’s own breathy voice.

“Fill it up, bro… be a good cumslut science project for Daddy Stretch…”

Dalton’s body reacted like it had been waiting for this. Balls tightening. Cock twitching. Veins bulging. His tongue hung out as his back arched. His tan feet scrunched on the table, flip-flops dropping off with a thud.

Then it hit.

“HRRRRAAAHHHH—FUUUUUCKKKK!!”

SPLAT. SPLAT. SPLAT.

Cum exploded from his cockhead, slamming into the bottom of the glass with brutal force, instantly coating the sides with thick white. The measuring cup shook in his grip as the sheer pressure made his wrist jolt.

Stretch’s face twisted into a slutty, unhinged grin. Eyes crossed. Drool dripping. He was giggling as the cup filled.

“Damn bro, you’re gonna overflow,” he gasped, edging harder, watching the creamy flood rise to the 100ml mark, then 200, then 300…

“OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK—BRO—THIS IS NUTS!”

SPLURRRRRRTTTT—!!

He overflowed it. Cum oozed down his hand, dripping onto the floor. Stretch dropped the cup and leaned forward, gasping, panting, cum still pouring from his swollen cock.

“New record…” he moaned.

He brought the measuring cup to his lips and gulped. A huge mouthful. Groaned. Then licked the rim.

“Bro’s got flavor, too…”

Experiment #2: Distance Test.

Stretch stood in the kitchen, still naked except for his flip-flops, gripping his cock like a firehose.

He aimed at the white wall.

“C’mon, Dalton… let’s repaint this bitch.”

Stroke. Stroke. Veins bulged along his arm, pecs flexing as he braced himself.

“NGGHH—RRRGHH—YEAH BRO—FUCKIN’—GOON BLAST!!!”

SPLAAAAT!

First shot hit the wall. Second arced across the microwave. Third splashed the floor. He stumbled, laughing, cum dripping off every surface.

He grabbed a Sharpie and marked the wall where the biggest load hit.

“Seven… fuckin’… feet,” he cackled. “You’re a cum sniper, Dalty boy.”

Experiment #3: “What Happens If I Edge for an Hour?”

Stretch laid back on the bed, setting up his camera, flip-flops crossed at the ankles, chest heaving, cock leaking nonstop onto a towel. Timer ticking on his phone.

He edged slow, whispering dirty talk to himself.

“Just a dumb science experiment, bro… turn your brain off… feel the cum boil…”

He slapped his thighs. Thrust his hips. Made Dalton’s sluttiest faces in the mirror. Crossed eyes, tongue out, drool string bouncing off his chin.

“Bro I’m gonna paint the fucking ceiling—nnnnggghhh!!”

Exactly one hour later?

BOOOOM—!!

The first blast shot past his head and smacked the headboard. He screamed in ecstasy, stroking furiously as wave after wave of cum drenched his chest, face, feet, and pillows.

“FUUUUUUCKKKK—BRO—IT’S IN MY HAIR!!!”

Experiment #4: “How many times in one day?”

Stretch lost count after nine.

His balls ached. His cock never fully went down. Every cumshot felt like pissing out a gallon of sticky white heat.

By the twelfth goon, he was cackling with joy.

“I fuckin’ broke this body, bro… Dalton’s just a walking cum volcano now…”

He rolled onto his side, eyes fluttering, covered in drying jizz, kissing his own shoulders and licking his fingers.

“Tomorrow, I’m testing what happens if I don’t cum for two days…”

He chuckled darkly.

“Bet I could flood the whole fuckin’ apartment.”

PART 3: SLUTTY DALTON HAS ARRIVED

It started with a Craigslist post.

18yo bro. Tan. Tight bubble butt. Home alone. Flip-flops on. Door’s unlocked. Come dump your load.

No name. No face. Just that. And within minutes of Stretch hitting “Post,” replies started pouring in.

But he didn’t care about names. Didn’t want bios. Didn’t want pleasantries.

He wanted anonymous cock inside the dumb, jizz-hungry body of Dalton—the tight-bodied, hyperspermic, 18-year-old flip-flop bro Stretch had possessed two days earlier and completely ruined.

He prepped the apartment like a goon altar.

Living room cleared. Rug pushed aside. A towel—already crusted from earlier experiments—laid out in the center. Mirrors positioned on every angle. Lights dimmed. Porn playing on mute. The air thick with sweat, poppers, and intent.

Stretch in Dalton’s body stood in the center of it all. Shirtless. Tanned. Flexing in the mirror with his cock leaking already, thick ropes of pre running down those muscled thighs. He wore nothing but a backwards cap and his black flip-flops.

“Goddamn, I’m the perfect little brohole,” Stretch moaned through Dalton’s voice, gripping that juicy bubble butt and spreading it in the mirror. “Let ‘em take me, bro. Use me. Dump it deep.”

He left the door unlocked.

First knock.

Stretch didn’t even answer. Just turned his back to the entrance and bent over on all fours, cock swinging between his legs, tongue out, flip-flops flexed on the hardwood as he wiggled his ass in slow, needy motions.

The door creaked open. A man’s breath caught.

Stretch heard him whisper, “Oh… fuck…” before the sound of a zipper sliding down filled the air.

Dalton’s possessed body shivered in anticipation.

The man didn’t say a word. Just dropped to his knees and slammed his cock in.

“NNNGHHHFFFUCKKKKYESSS!” Stretch screamed, head whipping back, drool flying from his lips as his hole got filled instantly. “Use me, bro! Fuckin’ split me open!”

The man did.

Hard. Grunting. Slamming into Dalton’s bubble butt like he’d paid for the privilege. Stretch moaned louder with every thrust, hands gripping the towel beneath him as his cock started leaking again, untouched.

“Yessir, yessir, use my fuckin’ brohole—fuck me dumb, bro—FILL ME—”

SPLURT.

He felt the first load shoot inside. Hot. Thick. Sloppy.

The man grunted and pulled out wordlessly, zipping up and walking out as fast as he came in.

Stretch collapsed onto his side, tongue out, cock twitching.

“One down…”

Ten minutes later. Another knock.

He didn’t look. Just flipped onto his back, cock standing proud, hole still wet and gaping. One flip-flop dangling from his toes.

“C’mere bro… got a cock to unload?” he slurred, eyes rolling. “Put it wherever. I’m your little goonsleeve tonight…”

The second guy stepped in—this one older. Beard. Jeans. He walked right over, dropped to his knees, and sucked.

“UUUNNNNGHHHH—BROOOOO—YEEESSSS!!”

Stretch’s cock exploded instantly. Hyperspermia in full force. He blasted everywhere—his chest, his throat, the guy’s face, even a shot across the mirror.

The man laughed, licking his lips.

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding about the ‘super soaker’ dick.”

Stretch drooled, twitching, nodding dumbly. “More where that came from, daddy…”

The man slid two fingers into his hole, Stretch squealed.

The door kept opening.

By midnight? Stretch had taken five strangers. Two fucked him. One came on his flip-flops. One guy face-fucked him so hard Dalton’s cap flew off. Another stroked himself watching, saying nothing, until he blasted across Stretch’s feet and left without a word.

He loved it.

Stretch worshipped it.

Dalton’s body was soaked in spit, sweat, and layers of random cum. His cock had cum eight times already, and it still throbbed—eager, proud, ready.

He crawled back into position, ass in the air, flip-flops squelching with every shift of his thighs.

“Door’s still open, bro…” he whispered into the air, smiling like a brainless fuckdoll. “Keep comin’. I’m free real estate.”

The Final Load.

The last guy of the night was massive. Sleeveless hoodie. Gloves. Work boots.

He didn’t talk. Just walked in, grabbed Stretch by the neck, and bent him over.

“Yeah, stretch me out, bro…” Stretch moaned, shaking, drooling onto the towel as the man lined up.

When he slammed in, Stretch let out the loudest moan yet—Dalton’s body twitched, toes curling in those jizz-stained flip-flops, cock gushing a full-blown load with zero stroking.

“OHFUCK—Y’MAKIN’ ME CUM, BRO—UNNNGH—SHITTTT—!”

The man grunted, sped up, and dumped a final brutal load inside Dalton’s stretched-out hole.

He slapped that bubble butt, zipped up, and left the door wide open as he walked out.

Stretch just laid there, wrecked, twitching in a puddle of sweat and goon.

His voice came out in a moan-drunk whisper: “Dalton’s just a… just a public fuckhole now… a leaking, flip-flop-wearin’ cum collector…”

He smiled.

And passed out in the mess.

The sun hadn’t even risen yet, but Stretch was already leaking.

Dalton’s cock twitched against his abs, crusted in dried loads from the first Craigslist session—his bubble butt still raw, flip-flops still soaked with cum and spit. He lay on the floor, breathing slow, dumb grin on his pretty face, drool trailing down his cheek.

But Stretch? He was still hungry.

The Craigslist ad had already been edited.

18yo bro. Cumdump. Door’s unlocked. Bring a friend. Double me. Flip-flops stay on. Cock never soft. Holes wide open.

Attached was a blurry mirror selfie—Dalton bent over, hole spread, tongue out, wearing just flip-flops and a backwards hat. His cock visibly dripping onto the floor.

Stretch pressed “post” with a giggle.

“Alright, bros,” he muttered into the dark apartment, grabbing Dalton’s cheeks and spreading them open in the mirror. “Who’s gonna be first to double-stuff this himbo hole?”

Knock. Knock.

Stretch didn’t answer. Just laid belly-down on the living room floor, feet kicked up in the air, flip-flops clapping softly with every bounce of his thighs.

The door opened slow.

Two dudes. Early 30s. One in sweats. One shirtless in slides.

They saw Dalton—face down, ass up, tongue out.

“Holy shit,” one said.

The other? Already undoing his belt.

Stretch giggled through Dalton’s lips. “C’mon in, boys. Daddy’s open for business.”

The first guy spit on his cock and lined up behind Dalton’s gaping hole. The second circled around and shoved his meat right into Stretch’s drooling mouth.

BOTH went in at the same time.

Stretch screamed into the cock down his throat, muffled moans shaking his chest as both his ends got filled. His cock started spraying without warning—cum squirting onto the towel below him in steady, twitching bursts.

Dalton’s whole body convulsed as Stretch choked and moaned.

“Fuckin’… dumb fuckin’ bro slut…” the guy fucking his throat growled.

“Gonna split this hole wide open…” the one behind him spat, pounding faster.

Stretch couldn’t even think. The stimulation was overwhelming. He drooled, gagged, came again. His flip-flops slid across the floor as his hips jerked uncontrollably.

They came at the same time.

BOOM.

One deep down his throat. The other filling his ass so full, white fluid dripped out before he’d even pulled out.

Stretch twitched in silence for ten seconds.

Then moaned, “Next…”

Next wave.

More guys showed up.

Two frat bros. One trucker. One married couple who just watched.

Every time the door opened, Stretch was already in position—face down, feet flexed, moaning like a bitch in heat. His cock never went soft. His balls stayed heavy. Every load just boiled up again, faster and thicker.

One pair took turns on his ass, stretching him out, spit-slicked and raw, laughing about it while the other took pics.

Stretch loved it.

He begged between loads: “Yessss, bros… keep fillin’ me up… make me your fuckin’ public cumdrone… just a himbo in flip-flops beggin’ to be ruined…”

By Hour Two:

Dalton had cum twelve times.

His hole gaped so wide, he could feel the breeze.

His flip-flops were soaked with sweat, cum, and floor grime.

His voice was hoarse from moaning, sucking, and chanting dirty talk on loop.

And still, Stretch wasn’t done.

He crawled to the couch, still naked, hole leaking, and recorded a new JOI video.

He stared into the camera, eyes half-crossed, drool on his chest.

“Bro… this body’s addicted, man… I ain’t gonna stop… I’m just a slut now. You hear me? I’m a dumb, dripping, flip-flop-wearin’ fuckhole.”

He moaned loud, then jerked himself into a fresh cup, overfilling it in seconds.

Then whispered, “Next time? I want five cocks. All at once.”

He licked the rim of the cup.

Smiled.

And crawled back to the front door, cock still hard.

TO BE CONTINUED? O_o

[possession4u]

OUaT Ghostly Trio

Suggested by writer-ofstuff

Mr. Gold aka Rumplestiltskin was a shroud busy man who always liked to get ahead at the expense of the good guys. Gold had many enemies within Storybrooke. But his biggest problems these days were the trio of men that constantly looked to catch Gold doing anything bad. Prince Charming, Captain Killian Hook, and Robin Hood made it their mission to keep Gold from spreading evil. Gold was selfish and only wanted to make his life better.

He loved to make deals that benefitted him. Of course, if the deals also hurt someone else, that was just icing on the cake to Gold. He always had a plan A, B, C, and even K, so he would never lose. He always knew how to make his life better at the expense of someone else. He had mellowed somewhat since his Enchanted Forest days behavior wise, but he was still shrewd and sharp as ever.

Gold had plans to make Storybrooke more to his liking, but he couldn’t do it with those three meddling in his affairs. He needed to find a way to get them out of his hair. He owned the local pawn shop, and all of his magic charms and objects were kept there. He contemplated using a curse to trap the trio, or maybe a sleeping spell, or maybe just kill them instead. No, those would all cause too much of a scene and ruin his life because the entire town would turn against him. He needed a way to make them harmless without harming them.

Gold flipped through his many books looking for spells and charms and curses. “A love spell? No, that’s the last thing I want from those three headaches,” he said turning a page. “Maybe an age reversal,” he said running his finger down another page, “No, they were probably more annoying as children then they are now!,” he said opening a different book. Gold was quickly growing frustrated as he tried to think of a way to keep the three heroes from getting in his way.

He smacked the books in front of him away in frustration. They flew off the counter and scattered onto the floor. One knocked into a small end table with various antiques on top and it wobbled. A large dark purple jar fell onto the floor and clanked on the ground. It was a magic jar so it wouldn’t break, but Gold ran from behind the counter anyway to examine the damage. He knelt down and picked up the large jar, which was much lighter than it looked. It had a faded yellowing label across its side which read, “Ghostly Trio - Slaves for Eternity, Open Only If Truly Desperate.”

Gold tried to recall who the trio was as he held the jar. He pondered and suddenly had an aha moment as he remembered. “You three bumbling buffoons sold your souls to me in exchange for the best prank ever. Well I’ve kept you locked up as payment until now. But I think I’ve finally found a use for your unique brand of haunting,” Gold laughed as the jar vibrated as the trio moved inside. “The three of you are going to take care of three problems I have right now,” he said as the jar continued to shake.

He walked to the middle of the room and placed the jar on the floor and walked back behind the counter. He laughed, bringing a hand to his forehead as he said, “I can’t believe I’m trusting this mission to the three ghostly stooges,” and pointed his finger at the jar. A bright flash like a lightning bolt shot from his finger through the air and struck the jar. The bolt vanished after hitting the jar and seemed to do nothing at first. Then the jar began to shake furiously and bounce on the ground as if it were rubber.

Suddenly the lid of the jar flew off and smashed against the front door of the shop as the jar floated inches from the ground. The jar landed on the floor with a thud. Gold watched as three bluish white forms slithered up out of the jar and morphed into larger ghostly humanoid forms.

The one in the middle grew long and slender with a long face, prominent nose, and piercing purple eyes. His name was Stretch, the joisey accented cocky leader of the group. The ghost on the left was average with a slightly prominent little belly, buck teeth, and a cloud of musk about him; he was Stinky, the immature childish prankster and smelly member of the group. The ghost on the right was a huge, fat blob with a large gut, rounded face, and a deep hearty laugh and love of food to make any competitive eater envious; he was Fatso, the largest, hungriest, jiggliest member of the group.

The trio hovered in the air above the jar not realizing Gold was there as well. “How damn long were we trapped in there boys?,” Stretch asked cracking his arms and stretching. “Must’ve been at least 150 years by now,” Stinky added cracking his back. “It was so damn cramped in there,” Fatso groaned. “Maybe if someone wasn’t as big as a barn, it would’ve been more comfortable,” Stretch complained slapping Fatso’s ectoplasmic belly making it jiggle. Stinky laughed at the joke as Fatso groaned and pouted at Stretch. “I’m hungry!,” Fatso whined. “Yeah, well what do you plan to do about it tubbo?!,” Stretch interjected. “Yeah, without a fleshie it’ll go right through your big gut!,” Stinky laughed. Fatso started floating around chasing Stinky as Stretch laughed.

Gold cleared his throat and the three ghosts immediately stopped in their tracks and focused on him. “If you three bumbling dolts are done wasting my time, I’ve got a mission for you,” he said walking over, tapping his cane on the floor as he strolled over to the trio. Stinky cringed with fear saying, “Th…th…th…that’s the creep who trapped us.” Stretch wasn’t scared and defiantly said, “And why should we listen to you, bone bag?!” Gold snickers and says, “Because I own your pale, pathetic asses, that’s why.”

Fatso was surprised and Stretch was furious at Gold’s remark. “Nobody tells the Ghostly Trio what to do fleshie!,” he yelled flying towards Gold. Gold snickered and pulled a glowing violet crystal from his jacket pocket and held it in front of him. Stretch suddenly stopped midair and was thrown back towards his brothers as they gasped. Stretch flipped in the air and was dizzy. He shook his head and regained himself as Gold laughed to himself.

“You three don’t remember our deal I take it,” Gold said to the surprised trio. “What deal?,” Stinky asked nervously. Gold walked closer as he said, “The one in which you promised to serve me forever of course.” “We’d never be stupid enough to agree to that!,” Fatso yelled. “Oh but you are and you did dearies,” Gold snickered, “This crystal allows me to control you if I so choose, and you are my servants unless I say otherwise.” “We never made no deal with you creep!,” Stretch said holding his dizzy head.

“You three made a deal with me that in exchange for your eternal servitude and the rights to your spirits, you three would have the greatest prank powers for the rest of your lives. You terrorized the land until, one day, you lot all died trying to pull off a prank on the mayor of your town. You all became ghosts, and were quickly imprisoned in that jar so you could forever serve me. As you lot were trapped, this crystal formed before me as part of our deal, ensuring you’d listen to me no matter what,” Gold said as he giggled like Rumple.

Stretch pulled himself together and looked at his two brothers and then Gold. “What do you want then fleshie?,” he begrudgingly asked. “I have three pains in the arse if you catch my drift,” Gold elaborated, “What skills in taking care of people do you idiots have?” The ghosts looked at each other without saying a word. “We can scare them to death,” Stinky laughed. “That would cause too much trouble for me,” Gold said shooting the idea down. “We could hypnotize them for you,” Fatso offered. “Don’t you think I could’ve done that on my own moron?!,” Gold snapped. “We could trap them in an alternate dimension,” Stretch chimed in. “Are you three seriously not getting that I could do any of that with a snap of my fingers! I need something only a ghost can do!,” he yelled slamming his cane on the ground.

The three looked at each other and then Stretch said, “Well we do hold a record for one trick.” “Oh, and pray tell what that is,” Gold said sarcastically rolling his eyes. The three ghosts said in unison, “possession.” “What’s that?,” Gold asked confused. “Basically, we invade a fleshie and take them over for as long as possible, like we become them,” Stretch said. “So you could impersonate them and also control them?,” Gold asked intrigued. “Yeah, we take their body and their life,” Fatso laughed.

“That would make my life easier and also give me the chance to humiliate those bastards,” Gold theorized. “Alright,” Gold said lifting the crystal up, “Go and possess the three heroes pestering me! Prince Charming, Captain Hook, and Robin Hood!,” Gold yelled pointing the trio to the door. They grimaced at the old trickster before turning around and floating through the front door, out into Storybrooke to do Gold’s bidding.

On the other side of town, Charming, Hook, and Robin decided to split up and search the town to see if Gold was up to any evil tricks. Charming headed off towards the docks, Hook towards the forest, and Robin towards the library in the center of town. None of the hunky heroes know what the trio or Gold have in store for them. The trio see the three men split up and decide to go separate ways as well. Stretch floats off after Charming while Fatso lustfully floats after Hook thinking he could squeeze into the sexy pirate. Stinky floated slightly behind Fatso with the larger ghost knowing; Stinky knew Fatso could never possess Hook even if he tried.

Charming made his way down to the wharf and scanned the piers and boats from the water’s edge as the sun set slowly in the background. He was wearing tight jeans, comfy sneakers, a white t-shirt and a tight leather jacket. He decided to check out the big boat house building where the repairs to vessels were made. As Charming made his way inside, Stretch laughed to himself watching the dashing hunk enter the building. “Normally I don’t take orders from nobody. But damn fleshie, there’s no way in hell in letting you get away,” he laughed floating through the wall after Charming.

Charming looked around the warehouse floor, finding boat parts lying all over the floor and engine oil spilled everywhere. He walked over to the back corner and started examining the boss’ desk which was covered in miscellaneous files and papers. He started rifling through the forms as Stretch found his hiding place phasing into the small mirror that was on the desk beside Charming as he investigated diligently.

“What are you planning Gold? I know you used this place at one point as a hidden base of operation,” Charming said to himself as he hopelessly looked through the papers. Frustrated, he looked away from the papers and noticed himself in the mirror, and he couldn’t look away. But he wasn’t liking what he saw; his normally fair and handsome skin had a sickly bluish tint, and his dazzling eyes looked purple and dull. He leaned in closer to examine his normally gorgeous face. “What kind of stupid trick is this Gold?!,” he asked not amused by what he saw.

Charming looked confused and had no idea Stretch was waiting to strike. Stretch suddenly popped his head out of the mirror inches from a shocked Charming and yelled, “BOO!,” as he eyed the prince up and down like a sexy piece of meat. Charming opened his mouth to scream as Stretch floated completely out of the mirror. Just as Charming was about to scream, Stretch arched over him and said, “Uh uh uh, we can’t have you making a scene bone bag!,” and he flew towards Charming’s gaping mouth.

Stretch’s head hit Charming’s mouth and popped between his lips like a lollipop as the prince’s screams were suddenly muffled. Stretch was cackling as he slide his long slender body into Charming. His ghostly tail sticking out of the man’s mouth wiggling and thrashing about as he squeezed inside. Charming was flailing his arms, frantically trying to grasp Stretch’s tail to pull him out. His hands phased right through the invading ghost. “Fat chance bone bag! You’re mine now!,” Stretch yelled from inside Charming’s chest.

The noise filling the building sounded like a deflating balloon as Stretch made his way inside. Charming was groaning through ectoplasm filled cheeks as he felt Stretch filling up his body. The man stumbling around in fear as the ghostly blue tail shrank down into his mouth. Charming bumped into the desk and his legs thrust him back off as he grunted. Stretch’s wagging tail finally slipped between Charming’s lips with a wet pop and a grunt from the prince.

Charming’s cheeks were puffed up as Stretch filled him out inside. The man danced around the room, flailing his limbs out crazily as Stretch hooted and laughed inside his belly. “Boy, for a hero, you sure know how to move your body dirty!,” Stretch joked. Charming stumbled into a file cabinet and he and Stretch groaned in unison. Charming was spinning around like a top as he was possessed. “Hey fleshie, how did you know I love a good struggle?,” Stretch laughed.

Charming stumbled his way to the middle of the room and he felt himself losing control as Stretch filled him up. He was blurring as the ghost filled into his body throughout. Charming was swinging his torso in circles and his head spinning when his hands came down to grab and steady his stomach there was a boom from within as he swallowed Stretch’s ectoplasm hard with a squelch as he fell silent and looked down emotionless. Seconds later he lifted his head and a devious smirk formed on his face.

“Oh yeeeeeaaaaah,” Charming said with Stretch’s joisey accent. The possessed prince brought his arms up and started groping and feeling up his new body. He loved the leather jacket Charming was sporting and how it hugged his body as did his jeans. “This is one nice body fleshie! Happy to say it’s mine now!,” Stretch laughed feeling himself up as he grew hard in his tight jeans. Stretch groped his new cock and decided he wanted to make some improvements.

He closed his eyes and focused on Charming’s muscles and his ectoplasm started to pump into his limbs. His pecs inflated like basketballs and his abs were like baseballs as his leather jacket strained to contain them. His cock and balls swelled as if suddenly filled with jello and his ass popped out as the denim was ready to give if he moved too suddenly. His facial features became slightly more chiseled and his arms and legs bulked up to the point he could choke a bear. His body stretching with a rubbery noise throughout which only made Stretch’s already raging boner more intense.

Once he finished, he opened his eyes and admired his new improved body as he felt himself up. “Now see this is what I’m talkin’ ‘bout bone bag! Look at this bod of yours now!,” he said eye banging his own body. He groped his new muscles and savored how they were firm yet plump with a bit of a bounce/ jiggle to them. He laughed to himself and then spied the door out of the corner of his eye. “I think it’s time I go see if my partners have finished their missions yet,” Stretch snickered as he finished fondling himself and headed for the door to meet up with Fatso and Stinky.

Hook had wandered into the forest on the edge of town looking for clues about any dark plans Gold might have for the town. Fatso and Stinky were hot on his trail. Fatso ogled Hook in all his tight leathery goodness from his ass hugging pants to his chest groping vest and long trench coat, it was a leather paradise for him. And Hook’s sexy good looks, unfailing smolder, and quick whit were icing on the perfect yummy cake for the big ghost.

Fatso watched from a distance as Hook weaved through the trees looking for any sign that Gold had been there recently. The big ghost rubbed his hands in anticipation of taking over the sexy pirate. “Might be a tight squeeze, but that ass of yours is all mine now fleshie,” he goaded to himself. He hide behind some tree branches waiting for the best time to strike. Hook moved some branches out of his way and said, “What the hell are you up to crocodile? What are you hiding from us?,” he said to himself pushing more branches aside.

“That’s it hot stuff, just a little closer,” Fatso whispered to himself watching Hook move closer. The pirate turned the corner and suddenly heard a deep bellowing laugh from above him. He looked up and saw Fatso quickly flying down from the trees towards him. Hook stood in gaping horror as the fat ghost approached him. He was about to scream for help when Fatso yelled, “Don’t ruin the party fleshie!,” and his head met Hook’s face.

Fatso’s head was pressed hard against Hook’s gaping mouth as the big ghost grabbed the back of Hook’s head and pressed his ghostly head hard against the pirate’s mouth. He was wiggling his tail frantically and twisting his head trying to squeeze into Hook. The pirate moaned in terror and squatted down trying to get away from Fatso. “Come on fleshie…open wider for me,” Fatso groaned as he tried squeezing in harder as the noise sounded like a balloon rubbing against Hook’s mouth.

Hook was moaning through Fatso and managed to compose himself enough to lift his hands and try to grab Fatso’s big jiggling belly. His hands phased right through Fatso, who laughed and said, “Ooo, that tickled fleshie!” Hook was feeling Fatso slowly cram his head even harder into his mouth and he groaned as he felt his lips stretching trying to give Fatso enough room to enter. He raised his hands again but this time tried pushing on Fatso’s big belly.

The ectoplasm jiggled, but Hook realized he was able to touch Fatso this way. He started peddling his hands in front of him desperately trying to push Fatso off. The ghost gripped Hook’s head harder and complained, “No way fleshie, you’re going to be mine!” Fatso felt his grip slipping as Hook sensed an opportunity and pushed super hard against Fatso. His belly jiggled and he lost his grip on Hook, who screamed as Fatso was shoved away from his mouth.

Fatso floated back up into the air and crossed his arms. “Damn it! Why can I never have the hot skinny guy?! That should’ve worked!,” he moaned. Hook ran screaming from the clearing as Fatso watched frustrated above. Hook hid behind a tree and peered out at the defeated ghost. “I guess I have to get the big guy,” Fatso moaned as he turned and flew off towards the center of town to take Robin.

Hook didn’t realize Stinky had been watching and giggling the whole time at Fatso’s attempt. “What the bloody hell was that??,” Hook asked panting for air. “That was Fatso, and that tub of ectoplasm should know better than to try and steal my fleshie,” Stinky laughed. Hook turned around and saw Stinky floated inches away from him with wide eyes as he eye banged the sexy pirate. Hook screamed again and took off running as Stinky said, “I do love a good fleshie hunt,” and flew after the pirate.

Hook was weaving through trees as he ran trying to get away from Stinky. He occasionally glanced over his shoulder at Stinky gaining on him. He wasn’t looking where he was going and tripled over a large root sticking out of the ground. Hook fell onto his knees as his leather trench coat tail fell off to the side with Hook’s tight leather covered ass pointed in the air for Stinky to ogle. “Woah momma! Fatso was right! You do have one fine ass fleshie!,” he said rubbing his hands together, “And it’s mine now!!,” he yelled diving towards Hook’s vulnerable butt.

Stinky hit Hook’s tight leather pants and phased right through as he slide between Hook’s plump ass cheeks like rubber and glided smoothly into the pirate’s tight virgin hole with a giggle. Hook screamed as he felt the cool ectoplasm slithering up his ass right through his pants. Stinky’s tail was flailing and thrashing as he invaded the pirate, causing his hips to sway slightly from side to side. “You think you’re sweaty now, what till I get done with you!,” Stinky laughed from inside Hook’s body as the pirate writhed and rolled around in the ground.

It felt like a cool, ghostly vibrator was moving past Hook’s prostate as Stinky continued sliding inside. Hook started to moan lightly in pleasure as Stinky went further and deeper into his ass which felt amazing. The last of Stinky’s tail phased through the pants and up Hook’s hole as it closed around it with a wet slurp and a pop. Hook yelped softly as he felt his hole close around Stinky and his cheeks immediately filled with ectoplasm as he rolled onto his back and Stinky cackled inside him.

Hook threw his limbs out wildly as he felt Stinky swell inside his lean body as he groaned. Hook smacked his hook onto the ground as Stinky joked, “I’ve hooked you now fleshie, and soon you’ll be horned too!” The pirate writhed and moaned through full cheeks as Stinky inflated into every part of his body. Hook’s stomach was churning and swaying from all the movement the possession caused. Hook’s head was rolling from side to side when his hands grasped his belly to steady himself, he swallowed Stinky’s ectoplasm hard with a squelch, and a boom was heard from within his stomach as his head looked down and he fell silent for a few seconds.

Suddenly his head lifted up and he started giggling like Stinky as he pulled himself to his feet. “Woah, tubbo was right about you mate,” Stinky mocked the way Hook spoke. He ran his new hands all over his leather clad body savoring how the tight material hugged his everything like a glove. He felt his pecs, cock, abs, and then his hands found the perfect bubble ass he had just invaded and gave it a good grope. Stinky giggled and winced from the squeeze and said, “Fatso was right, this is one HELL of an ass you’ve got! But I think I need to personalize you a bit more if you don’t mind fleshie!,” he laughed to himself.

He closed his eyes and sighed. As he did, a thick cloud of Stinky’s infamous foul breathe seeped out of Hook’s sexy mouth and began swirling around Hook’s body, enveloping the hunky pirate. As the musk traveled over Hook’s body, it began to throb and stretch. His cock inflated, his pecs swelled, his arms and legs bulged, and his already killer ass ballooned until the leather groaned barely able to contain Hook’s improved body.

The cloud dissipated and Stinky marveled at his new body which was now sweating a great deal from the growing. Stinky lifted his arms, allowing his stronger sweaty musk to escape from Hook’s leather covered pits to rise through his sleeves as Stinky inhaled deeply. “Ahhhhh, that’s more like it!,” he laughed. He felt his bulked up body all over and loved the mix of sweat and leather. He groped his new bigger ass like never before and moaned at how sensitive it was. “Quite the money maker I’ve got now,” he laughed slapping his ass cheeks, “Can’t wait to show the fellas!,” he said as he turned and headed towards the center of two to meet up with Fatso and Stretch.

In the heart of town, Robin had just reached the town library under the big clock tower and entered the seldom busy building which was closed for the weekend. Fatso was hovering above, still bitter about not getting his sexy pirate body. “Why do I always have to get the big guys?,” he moaned to himself. He followed Robin through the front door and floated silently behind the infamous bandit. Robin made his way through the countless rows of books searching for clues to Gold’s possible plans.

He saw a table at the end of a row of books covered in scattered open books and papers and thought it could be Gold’s handy work. Fatso was floating a few inches behind waiting for his opportunity. Robin examined the table and fingered through the assorted materials about plants and minerals and Wiccan religious beliefs (this was research Belle was doing to come up with a charm to prevent Rumple from using dark magic in the future). “What the hell is the Dark One scheming now?,” he asked out loud.

He continued rifling through the the papers when he heard a thud from two isles over. He went to investigate and found a huge tome that had fallen off the shelf. He picked it up and placed it back on the shelf. “This place always did give me the creeps,” he said. Suddenly he heard a deep hearty laugh from behind him as Fatso said, “You ain’t seen nothin’ scary yet fleshie!” Robin turned around to see Fatso gliding towards him, blue belly jiggling as he moved.

Robin was frozen in fright and Fatso was chuckling to himself as he neared the sexy bandit. Robin opened was standing with his legs spread out as he was frozen where he stood. “Well you might be bigger fleshie, but at least you’re hot!,” Fatso joked. He slammed his big head into Robin’s crotch and phased right through his pants and his big head slide into Robin’s cock as Fatso laughed. Robin yelped from the intrusion and Fatso’s arms quickly sank into his cock after his head as the room sounded like a big balloon was deflating.

Robin was moaning as Fatso’s big tail made his cock bloat to let him through. His cock had stretched considerably and Fatso’s big, thick tail was wagging and squirming like crazy in Robin’s crotch. Robin gained his composure enough to try and push on Fatso’s rapidly shrinking tail, which only made the belly jiggle and Fatso laughed, “You ain’t keepin’ me out fleshie, possession’s 9/10’s the law, and you’re all mine!” Robin groaned as he felt his stomach start to expand the fit all of Fatso inside it.

Robin was groaning as the last of Fatso slipped into his cock with a wet schloop and a slurp, a grunt from Robin and a chuckle from Fatso. Robin’s cheeks immediately puffed up as Fatso fit entirely inside him and the bandit felt bloated to the max like a stuffed animal. Robin felt the girthy ghost balloon out from his stomach as he laughed from inside. “You’re more roomie in here than I thought big guy,” Fatso laughed. Robin started to stumbled around, knocking into bookshelves as he went.

He was groaning through his filled mouth as he was possessed. Robin stumbled stomach first into the table and Fatso groaned in unison with Robin as he thrust back off and spun around. “Not so rough fleshie, you’ve got precious cargo in here!,” Fatso laughed deeply, Robin feeling the laughing, jiggly ghost belly inside his own slightly bloated one. Robin’s limbs flailed out sporadically as Fatso took him over. Robin continued stumbling and spinning until he made his way to the center of the library.

His belly was no pulsating and churning with a mind of its own as Fatso settled and Robin’s hands came down to grab his belly as he swallowed the ectoplasm hard with a squelch and a thunderous boom from his stomach. Robin fell silent and his head was down emotionless. Suddenly the deep chuckle that was previously coming from Robin’s belly now appeared to be coming from his mouth. He lifted his head with a big silly grin on it.

“Well it was fun invading you after all meat bag!,” Fatso laughed. He rubbed his toned belly and said, “But I think I need to personalize ya a bit to suit me if ya know what I mean,” he chuckled. He closed his eyes and filled his cheeks with air like a blowfish. His body started to jiggle and vibrate as he morphed. His face became a bit rounder and pudgier, his arms and legs had some extra fat added to them. His pecs looked a little more like man boobs but still firm, his abs bulged out to cover a muscle gut underneath. His ass got a bit more flabby and his cock and balls grew larger as they stretched like rubber as Robin’s clothes could literally just contain Fatso’s improvements.

Fatso opened his eyes and started groping around his new body. “Hubba hubba, look who’s the belle of Fatso’s ball now fleshie!,” he joked to himself. He loved how Robin was still hunky but also chunky liked he liked his guys. “I don’t care what that old creep wants me to do, as long as I’m in this stud, I’m happy,” Fatso laughed smacking his muscle gut and feeling it jiggle. He gave his improved cock and nice grope through his pants and moaned in pleasure. He caught sight of the clock above the checkout desk and assumed the other two were ready. “Let’s go meet up with my brothers,” Fatso said to himself as he left the library to meet Stinky and Stretch.

Stretch strolled down Main Street in front of Granny’s dinner is his bulked up body and Charming never looked better. Stinky met up with him in his new Hook body and Stretch was impressed. “Damn, that leather really looks good on ya Stink!” Stinky giggles and replied, “And with all this sweat, it smells even better!” They turned and saw Robin walking towards them and heard Fatso’s victorious laugh from his mouth. “How does the big guy feel big guy?,” Stretch laughed. Robin grabbed his bigger muscle gut and jiggled it as Fatso responded, “Like a yummy dream come true.”

The three ogle each other’s sexy bodies and start a three way make out session with lots of grinding and groping. Stinky and Fatso feeling up Stretch’s pumped muscles, Fatso and Stretch squeezing the hell out of Stinky’s bubble ass, and Stinky and Stretch fondling Fatso’s nice big, hard cock. All the heat they’re generating starts to give off steam as the three hunks go at each other in the middle of Main Street. The three were so horny and lustful they didn’t even hear or see Gold appear in a swirling purple cloud of magic.

“If you three numbskulls are finished getting off with each other, I have work for you to do.” They ignored him and continued their group tongue wrestling. He sighed in frustration. “I understand you’ve been without bodies and sex and urges for over 100 years, but damn it listen to me,” he argued. They still were more interested in sex. Gold pulled the crystal out and as it glowed, the three hunks were forced backwards.

“Hey, what gives?!,” Stretch protested. “Yeah, we were stuck in that jar so long…,” Stinky whined. “…the least you could do is let us have some fleshie fun,” Fatso continued. Gold held out the crystal and replied, “No, but what I can do is pull you out of those bodies and put you back in that jar forever.” The three hunks remained quiet and listened to Gold intently. “Good, now we have lots of work to do. I plan on making this town my personal paradise where I’m happy and all the heroes are miserable.”

The three studs didn’t dare interrupt Gold for fear of his wrath. “…and that’s where you three bozos come into play. Inside these men, you not only keep them out of my hair, but you ruin their happy endings along with everyone close to them. And that’s perfect to me,” Gold laughed in his Rumple voice. “So we get to keep our sexy new bodies?,” Stretch inquired.

“I insist you do moron,” Gold replied annoyed. The three hunks laughed to themselves. “So what do you want us to do?,” Stinky asked. “Yeah, what can we do to help with that plan of yours?,” Fatso asked. “Go and pretend to be the heroes you now possess and await further instructions from me,” Gold said, “And don’t fuck this up!,” he yelled as he vanished in another purple smoke cloud. The three looked at each other, smirked, and headed off. Hook towards Emma, Robin towards Regina, and Charming towards Snow, ready to make some unhappily ever after a for Gold.

To be continued?

[shootingstarwritings]

The Faces Change, but the Words Remain the Same

Two friends, Keith and Dale, lived together after finishing college. Both of them had gained jobs working in Silicon Valley after graduating from the same university, so they decided to move in together. Little did they know that their close friendship and maintained health caught the attention of two bodysnatchers…

Keith, using the walls and door frames for support, staggered towards Dale’s room. “B-Bro, something’s wrong…” he said, almost throwing up from the sensation of… something sliding inside of his through his mouth. He couldn’t see anything, but he could certainly feel some kind of slippery, rubbery thing slither into his mouth and down his throat. Once inside, a cold and numbing sensation spread throughout his body.

However, as he wandered into Dale’s room for help, all Keith saw was his roommate—shirtless and covered in sweat—convulsing on his bed. “D-Dale…?” For a brief moment, Keith forgot his own perils and staggered towards Dale before succumbing to his own odd sensation. He collapsed to his knees and fell prone onto the floor, convulsing as he lost consciousness.

Sometime later, both men groaned and slowly came to as though waking up from a deep and relaxing sleep. Dale even made sure to stretch his stiff joints and flex his impressive body while Keith ran his hands down his clothed yet still tight body. They locked eyes and smirked at each other before setting up several cameras and using Dale’s laptop to capture all the footage.

“Another successful possession!”A ghost named Mike exclaimed using Keith’s body as he filmed the two of them enjoying their new bodies. “What is up, my brossessors, Mike and Ike back at it with another pair of dumb studs!”

Ike, who was enjoying Dale’s musky body, rolled his handsome host’s eyes and said, “Cut, cut! We’re not calling them that,” he said, waving his hands in exasperation.

Mike’s grin fell into a crestfallen frown. “Aww, why not?” he said, pouting in a body clearly not used to it by how awkward his expression was. “I think it’s a good name for our avid watchers in the community. Some of them are even wearing banners with it on the forums.”

Ike groaned and rubbed his beautiful body’s temples. He really should be exploring and enjoying all this sack of meat has to offer, but instead here he was, reliving—redead-ing?—another argument that Mike kept bringing up. “I still can’t believe you’re running those forums. It’s like, what, twelve people actually talking in there?”

Although seemingly impossible, Mike’s pout deepened. His host’s cheeks reddened as he answered through gritted teeth, “‘Bout a hundred, actually.” It was merely a fraction of their worldwide fanbase, but it was a sizable collection nonetheless. Then Mike sighed and hung his head. “It was higher, but once I finished banning all the bots I realized there were that many registered users. Some accounts are pretty…”

His voice trailed off and an awkward silence filled the gap. Neither of them wanted to continue the thought, because that would acknowledging that they were dead—that they did not belong here among the living. Neither were sure what was actually tethering them to the living world like this, but acknowledging they were dead did nothing but unnerve and invite troubling thoughts back—ones that the couple had spent much of the first years as ghosts trying to escape from. The rest of the time following was spent trying to make their old dreams as performers come true. They had found community, an audience, and a new passion creating content both for themselves and for other folks not quite moving on to the afterlife just like them.

Then, as if to wave away those bad thoughts, Ike grinned and leaned back into his initial position. “Fine fine, I’ll give. Brossessors it is, then. It’s not that bad of a name.”

Mike instantly perked up and began fiddling with his phone again. “All right, take two!” The two got back into position, excited and raring to go. “‘Sup brossession nation! Mike—“

“And Ike!” he chimed in with a flex and a pec bounce.

“—back with another video! Check out these hunks we took over!” Mike said with the largest and most decadent smile he’s had in years.

The show went on, and the two did their usual bit. Mike lied down on the chest of Ike’s host. The cameras were all set up and filming. “Another day, another body, huh?” he whispered to Ike. Their fingers, although not the own, intertwined as though it was the very first time. Both squeezed, as if trying to affirm to the other that they weren’t going anywhere—not anytime soon.

“Another day, another life,” said Ike. With his free hand, he gently tilted Mike’s stolen face and kissed him. “And more will come. I promise you that.”

Mike chuckled. His smile fit his new host. “Don’t make promises if you don’t know you can keep.” Yet somehow, amidst his laughter Mike felt like crying.

Ike scoffed and with a half-ironic smirk proclaimed, “I dunno much, but what I do know is that we’ll always be together.” Slowly, gently, and delicately, he pulled off Mike’s shirt and shorts. “If you’re in Heaven and I’m in Hell, I’ll crawl back up just for you,” he said, giving Mike a quick peck on the lips as the boxers came off. “And if you’re in Hell and I’m Heaven, I’ll jump off and land right on your beautiful dick. I can promise you that much.” He caressed Mike’s cheek.

“Ah…! Ah, uwahhh…” Mike blushed as he moaned. Not just from the touch but also from slowly sliding himself down on Ike’s stolen dick. Keith was particularly tight, and Mike couldn’t help but think, Stupid straight virgin, as he rode Ike just like he did the day they started going out. “F-Fuck, fuck. Urgh. Haaah…” Still, he kept thrusting his hips and meeting Ike’s thrusts as best he could in this straight body. He nearly whited out when Ike suddenly cupped his host’s pecs and fondled him. “Urgh, you’re a goddamn sadist…!” Mike uttered, biting down on his lower lip as Ike’s touches and caresses drove him insane. He couldn’t help himself. The stimulation was far too much for him in this new, youthful, virile body. Each touch was exhilarating, as though he was jerking off and being fucked for the very first time! “Yes, yes, cum in me, Ike. Breed this ass, breed me!” Mike cried out.

Ike clenched his teeth and gripped Mike’s borrowed thighs as he thrust deep inside of the tight, burning-hot hole. “Nrrgh, f-fuck!” he hissed as he blew his load all over Keith’s guts.

An hour later, once they had bid goodbye to their audience and put the equipment away, the couple cuddled together under the sheets. “You’re such a stud. I can still feel your cum inside of this straight guy’s guts,” said Mike as he nuzzled Ike’s chest.

Ike chuckled and gently ruffled Mike’s hair. “I meant what I said, y’know. We’ll always be together. I promise.”

“I know…” muttered Mike, eyes half-lidded already. Fucking always made him exhausted, and tonight was no different. It was strange. No matter how many bodies he hopped inside of, that fact about him always remained the same. Maybe it was hard-wired into his soul or whatever. Maybe that was why Ike was so determined to keep saying the same ol’ promise no matter what face he wore. Still, the world around them would continue to spin and change, yet they would remain the same: anchors for each other, even after death. “See you tomorrow, Ike,” he said. Neither ever said “goodnight” anymore. It sounded far too close to goodbye. Instead, they said,

“See you tomorrow, honey.”

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[echovelvet278]

[zachghost770]

STINKY TAKES A SWIM

Ai generated story

The swim center was empty, save for one lone athlete. Jace—tall, lean, and dripping with sweat—strolled out onto the pool deck, stretching his arms high above his head. The summer heat had already coated his golden skin in a fine sheen, his curls damp against his forehead. His speedo hugged his toned body, leaving little to the imagination.

He groaned, rolling his shoulders. “Man, I gotta get in that water…” His voice was smooth, confident, the kind of voice that belonged to a Gen Z cool kid who knew he was hot.

But he wasn’t alone.

Lurking in the rafters, Stinky grinned his grotesque, ghostly grin. It had been way too long since he’d had some real fun. Sure, spooking fleshies was amusing, but the thought of becoming one? Now that got his ectoplasm tingling. And Jace? This kid was prime—young, hot, cocky, and drenched in that ripe, sweaty musk that ghosts like him could only dream of smelling.

“Oh yeah, this one’s mine,” Stinky rasped to himself, licking his spectral lips. He watched Jace kick off his slides, flexing his toes, adjusting his crotch absently as he prepared to dive in.

Stinky didn’t wait.

He launched himself through the air, a swirling mass of green mist, aiming straight for the athlete’s open mouth.

Jace barely had time to gasp before—

“MMMFF!!”

The ghostly mass shoved down his throat, cool and thick like vaporized sludge, spreading through his mouth, forcing its way into every part of him. Jace’s eyes bulged, his body arching as the possession took hold. He gagged, muscles locking, fingers twitching as his veins pulsed unnaturally.

Then… a slow, stupid grin curled onto his face.

His eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out for a moment before he finally sucked it back in with a wet schluuup.

And just like that, Stinky was in control.

The possessed stud swayed on his feet, shaking out his limbs. He cracked his neck to one side, then the other. Jace’s rich, cool-kid voice was gone, replaced by Stinky’s gravelly, ghostly rasp.

“OoOoOoohhh yeahhh, now this is what I’m talkin’ about!!”

He took a few shaky steps before getting the hang of it, rolling his broad swimmer’s shoulders, feeling out every inch of his new, young, horny body. He took a deep breath through Jace’s nose—and moaned.

“HAH! I can smell everything!!” Stinky cackled, rubbing his own face in disbelief. “My own sweat! My own musk! It’s ripe—ohhh, that reek of a hard-workin’ jock! Ohhh, baby!”

He ran his hands down Jace’s torso, fingers splaying over tight, water-slick abs. His hands—warm hands, real hands—dipped lower, pressing into the waistband of his speedo, palming himself through the fabric.

“OoOooh-hoo, what do we have here, huh?”

His cock twitched under his touch, already thickening. He snickered, drool slipping from the corner of his lips as his fingers gripped his bulge, rubbing slow circles.

“Y’know… I get it now…” Stinky rumbled, staggering toward the edge of the pool. “Fleshies are nasty little things. No wonder ya spend all day grabbin’ at yourselves! Feels gooood~!”

He took another deep breath, chest heaving. Chlorine and musk swirled in his stolen nostrils, and something primal in him—something he never got to feel as a ghost—lit up.

Stinky let out a slow, dumb, throaty moan.

“Ohhh YEEEAHH… gonna be a gooner, huh, kid? I own ya now, Jacey-boy… yer just meat fer me ta play in…”

His fingers clawed into his speedo, yanking it down so his cock could spring free, flushed and dripping with precum. He staggered forward, feet dragging, his body running on pure instinct. His grip around his shaft tightened—pump, pump, pump—his eyes fluttering.

His legs buckled. His mouth lolled open.

“Aaaaghhh—fuuuhhuck!”

His knees gave out, and he fell into the pool.

SPLASH!

Stinky gasped, body jolting at the shock of the cool water, but the pleasure didn’t stop. His hips thrust into nothing, legs kicking lazily as he floated on his back. His hands were greedy, rubbing at his own pecs, playing with his nipples, his cock floating stiffly in the water. The mix of chlorine, sweat, and warm skin—real, sweaty skin—had him spiraling into something even he hadn’t expected.

His eyes rolled back.

His tongue hung loose, drool spilling into the water.

His hips bucked, legs spreading wide, toes curling.

His cock twitched.

“Ahhh… ahhh… oooooOOOOHHH—”

His body jerked, and in a hot, overwhelming surge of stolen pleasure, he came.

Thick, white ropes shot into the water, mixing with the chlorine, the pool filter doing its best to whisk away the evidence of his first-ever fleshie orgasm.

And oh, man, Stinky was hooked.

He just floated there, body still twitching, tongue hanging out, riding the aftershocks as his face melted into pure, dumb, gooned-out bliss.

His new fleshie body… his virile, young, horny, sweaty athlete’s body…

He was NEVER giving this up.

He barely had time to recover before—

“Yo, Jace! You here already?”

The team was coming.

Stinky’s eyes snapped open, brain still sluggish and loopy from cumming so hard. He let out a dumb, satisfied chuckle, licking his lips, and with one last, indulgent grope of his still-sensitive cock, he sank under the water, letting Jace’s instincts take over.

By the time his teammates arrived, Jace was just a normal, cocky Gen Z swim jock again.

Well… mostly.

Inside, Stinky grinned.

Because this body? Was his now.

And he wasn’t done gooning it out.

SEQUEL: THE SWIM TEAM GETS STINKY

The moment Jace’s teammates hit the water, they all gasped in surprise.

"Eugh! What the hell?!" One of the swimmers, Tyler, shouted as he surfaced.

"Why’s the water feel so... thick?" another muttered, shaking his head, rubbing at his face as if something viscous was clinging to his skin.

Jace—or rather, Stinky, snug inside Jace’s body—just chuckled, forcing a cool expression as he treaded water. His whole body still tingled from his explosive orgasm, his spent cock throbbing inside his speedo. But his teammates? They had no idea what they had just dived into.

"Ugh, dude, did someone not shower before practice?"

"Tastes weird..."

"Gah! I think I swallowed some!"

Jace’s grin twitched. He bit his lip, playing it off, raising both hands.

“Dunno what you fleshies are talkin’ about—maybe the pool guy just skimped on the chlorine, huh?!” he said, voice still carrying that signature Stinky rasp, though it was mostly masked under Jace’s normal tone. He scrambled out of the pool fast, turning away from the team.

His cock was still raging hard.

His teammates were swimming in his cum, swallowing his seed, and they had no idea.

"Pfft—y-you're crazy, bro."

"Whatever, let's just do laps."

Jace/Stinky snatched up a towel, shoving it over his crotch, clutching it tight to hide his throbbing erection. His whole body shook—the mix of residual pleasure, the musk of chlorine, the pure heat of his young fleshie body was turning him on all over again.

But he could wait.

Practice first.

Then? Ohhh, then he was gonna have some fun.

LOCKER ROOM: TIME TO GET STINKY

The swim team filed into the locker room, shaking out their wet curls, snapping towels at each other, laughing, the air already thick with the smell of chlorine and sweat.

Jace hung back. He waited until they were all inside before stepping in last—and closing the door.

"Uh, Jace? Dude?"

Some of the guys glanced over, still dripping from practice, toweling off their toned bodies. Jace slowly turned, resting one hand against the door, his cocky smirk stretched into something downright sinister.

His breath hitched as he took in the scene—young, virile jocks, all sweaty, all ripe, muscles still glistening, speedos and trunks clinging tight to their forms.

His voice dropped. "It's time to get stinky."

And with that—he exhaled.

A thick, green mist rolled out from his lips.

It seeped into the locker room fast, curling into the air, slithering into every corner, filling the space with his essence.

The first guy who inhaled staggered.

“H-hhh—ohh... oh man...”

Another swimmer groaned, his fingers twitching as his pupils dilated.

"Uhhh… bro…? This… smells weird…"

Jace grinned, stepping forward.

"Smells goooood, don’t it, boys?"

He reached for the overhead fan—clicked it off.

The locker room grew thicker, hotter, the scent of chlorine, sweat, and musk swirling together into a pungent, intoxicating cocktail. The heat clung to their damp skin, amplifying the natural stink of their bodies.

One by one, his teammates started to break down.

“Ohhh, fuuuuck, I feel weird…”

“My head’s… fuzzy…”

“Ohh—shiiit—my c-cock…!”

Jace licked his lips, watching in pure delight as his team started gooning out.

One guy slumped against the lockers, his mouth hanging open, drool slipping from the corner of his lips.

Another stumbled, his hand pressing against his bulge, hips grinding against nothing.

"Uuhhhgghhh... fuuuck..." One of the jocks gripped his own pecs, tweaking his nipples, letting out a high-pitched, needy whimper.

The room reeked now—pure, raw, masculine stink—a heady mix of gooning sweat, chlorine, and thick, unwashed musk.

Jace stepped into the center of it all, arms outstretched, inhaling deep.

"OooOoOoohhh YEAHHH!!" His voice was pure Stinky now, rasping and wet, dripping with glee. "Y'all smell ripe, boys! HAH! That heat gettin’ to ya? That stink workin’ its way into ya?"

His teammates moaned, some collapsing onto the benches, others rubbing at themselves, hands wandering, lost in the haze of goon-brained pleasure.

One of the swimmers groaned, hips jerking, his tongue hanging out, eyes rolling back.

"Uuhhhgghh… a-aaahhh, f-fuck, I c-c-can’t—!"

Jace cackled, his own cock aching, pulsing, throbbing, feeding off the sight of his entire swim team breaking down into dumb, drooling gooners under his stinky possession-fueled haze.

"Go on, boys—don't fight it! Just let it stiiiiiink—"

One of the jocks collapsed to his knees, his speedo soaked with precum, his body convulsing in sheer pleasure.

Another arched back, hands gripping the lockers, hips thrusting into nothing.

"Ohhh fuck, ohhh fuck—"

Jace knew what was coming—they couldn’t hold back.

And then—

“HHNNGGHH—UUHHHHFUCKK!!”

It happened.

**One by one, the swim team came hard.

Thick, hot ropes of cum shot out, splattering over chests, abs, shoulders—some even onto each other.

The room filled with the sound of desperate, brain-dead moaning, deep, guttural groans as one swimmer after another twitched, bucked, and milked themselves dry.

The stink? Even stronger now.

A thick, humid fog of male sex, sweat, and chlorine.

And in the center of it all, Jace—or rather, Stinky—stood victorious.

His own cock was still dripping, his stolen body thrumming with pleasure.

He inhaled one more deep breath of the musk, rolling his shoulders, letting the last few gooning swimmers ride out their orgasms.

Then?

He grinned, gravelly and smug.

"OoOoOohhh baby, this is just the beginnin’!"

Because now?

Jace’s team was his.

Possessed Jace Goes Full Stinky Goon

Jace barely made it back to his dorm before Stretch—now fully settled into his new horny, sweat-drenched body—started losing it.

The moment he shut the door behind him, his broad swimmer’s back slamming against it, his body convulsed with a shudder of pleasure.

"Hhhrrrrnnnghhh…" he groaned in Stinky’s nasally, mucus-filled rasp, feeling every inch of Jace's young, virile flesh like it was his own personal playground.

He had never possessed a body this perfect.

So sweaty. So young. So dumb.

And oh so fucking nasty.

Jace's matted curls stuck to his forehead, drenched in dried sweat from earlier practice. The black jammer swimsuit still clung to his hips, barely holding back the throbbing, goon-drunk boner trapped inside. He hadn't even rinsed off after getting out of the pool—his chlorine-soaked, sweat-drenched skin only amplifying his stink. He still had some of his team mates dried cum on him, after the gooning session in the locker room.

Stretch—no, Jace—let his tongue loll out, rolling his eyes back, drool seeping from his lips.

"Yuuuuuuhhhh… hrrrk… f-fuuuckkk…"

His fingers dug into his pits, pulling them apart as he inhaled deeply.

"HHRRRFFFF!—NNGHHHHHHHH—"

The ripe, salty stink of teen musk and chlorine funk filled his lungs, sending shivers of pure, gooning euphoria up his spine. His thick cock jerked, twitching inside his jammers, pre-leaking through the fabric.

Then—he farted.

PPPFFFFRRRRTTTPP

A wet, sloppy, hot ripper right into the tight suit.

Jace's knees buckled, head tilting back, mouth gaping wide as his whole body shuddered from the stink.

"Oooohohoho—nnnnghhh—s-stinky fleshie… I f-fucking love this b-body—hhrrrnnghhh…"

He dropped to his knees, scrambling for his dirty laundry pile in the corner of his room. His swim briefs from previous practices, his rancid, sweat-soaked socks, his musty gym tank tops—they all sat in a crumpled heap of filth.

He shoved his face into the pile, snorting deep.

"HHRRFFF—NNNGHHHHHH—"

His cock twitched violently.

He yanked his jammers down, freeing his leaking, drooling cock, still sticky from the chlorine-infused cumshot he'd fired into the pool earlier.

Then—he sneezed.

"HHHRRUUUHHHHSCHHHOOOO!!!"

A thick, green, phlegmy glob of ghost-possessed snot splattered onto his abs.

Jace giggled, his voice a sick mix of goon-brained ecstasy and Stretch’s filthy rasp.

"Heh… hhehhhhh… g-gooeyyyy…*"

He scooped up the mucus-dripping load and rubbed it all over his cock.

"HHRRFFFGHHH—STINKY GOON LUBE—HHRRNNNNGHHH—"

The sensation was fucking unreal.

His filthy, musky, ghost-possessed jock body fully committing to pure, unhinged goontard madness.

Then his eyes landed on his worn-out slides by the door.

His favorite slides.

Sweat-stained. Worn-down.

A perfect, filthy hole.

Jace lunged for them.

"Hhhrrnnngghhh—oh y-yesss—perfect fuckhole—hrrkkkk—"

He grabbed the right slide, pressed it against his aching, leaking cock, and plunged in.

"HHHRRRRNNNGHHH—OH F-FUCKKKKKK—"

His muscular swimmer’s back arched, his abs flexing, drool dripping from his open mouth as he fucked the living shit out of his own stank-ass slide.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The room reeked of chlorine sweat, goon stink, and pure depravity.

The possessed swimmer’s eyes rolled back, tongue lolling, body convulsing as his cock twitched violently inside the slide.

"G-GONNA FUCKING—HHHRRRNNNGHHH—"

Then—he came.

Hard.

Thick ropes of ghost-powered jizz overflowing into the worn-out, sweaty rubber.

His whole body shuddered, a mind-blowing mix of Stinky’s filthy pleasure and Jace’s young, dumb, overstimulated body.

Jace collapsed, panting, giggling, twitching.

His possessed flesh fully transformed into an absolute, unhinged goon beast.

And Stinky wasn’t done yet.

TO BE CONTINUED?

[echovelvet278]

[echovelvet278]

The trio stumbled across this influencer while he was filming a TikTok and didn't hesitate to scare the fleshy before diving into his hot bod!

[possession4u]

Stretch’s Slick Quickie

Requested by askintight

Stretch was the self proclaimed leader of the Ghostly Trio. He loved to mess with fleshies, and he was always down for possession. He had recently done a lot of scaring with his two partners, and was a bit worn out and decided to relax and go off on his own for a bit, maybe just a quick scare or two he thought as he floated through an office building looking for some fun. He found his way into the men’s bathroom, dove into the mirror, and waited for a fleshie to walk in.

He didn’t have to wait long as Zach, an executive at the company walked in two minutes later. Zach looked amazing in his suit with his groomed facial hair and amazing styled brunette locks. He was the youngest executive in the company’s history and he looked damn good to boot. Stretch ogled him from the mirror as he pissed and turned to wash his hands. After he dried his hands, Zach lifted his head to fix his hair in the mirror.

Zach smiled at himself in the mirror and he looked like a million bucks. “Damn, can’t believe I’m still single,” he joked looking down to button his cuffs. He looked back up and suddenly his sexy tan face had a ghostly blue tint and his eyes looked purple. “Holy shit! What the hell happened?! I…I look sick!,” Zach yelled as he put a hand to his face. He leaned in for a closer look in the vanity mirror. He was looking at himself inches from the mirror when Stretch popped his head out and yelled, “BOOOO!!!!”

Zach stumbled back in horror as Stretch fully emerged from the mirror. Zach stood dumbfounded as Stretch arched in the air and dove for his feet. The ghost started to swirl around Zach and move up his legs as he cackled and laughed. Zach was tensed up in fright and was moaning with fear, not knowing what Stretch had planned next. Stretch made it to Zach’s waist and he could wait any longer. He pulled back and shot towards Zach’s suit covered ass.

He went right through his pants and boxers and between his buff cheeks with a rubbery squeak and pushed into Zach’s hole with the sound of a deflating balloon. Stretch’s tail was wiggling and wagging outside of Zach’s pants as the executive screamed and yelped in pain. He reached back and tried to grab Stretch’s shrinking tail, but his hand phased right through the tail as Stretch laughed inside him. “Nice try bone bag, but you can’t get ride of me that easily!,” he cackled.

Zach’s cheeks started to puff up with ectoplasm as Stretch filled him up. The last of Stretch’s flailing tail sucked itself into Zach’s hole with a slurp and a yelp from Zach. The executive started dancing around, throwing his limbs out wildly as Stretch hooted inside him and inflated throughout his toned body. Zach was groaning through his filled mouth as the ghost took him over. “This is my favorite part fleshie, cause possession’s 9/10’s the law,” and Stretch cackled again as Zach moaned. He bumped into the toilet stall and thrust off with a groan only to stumble hard into the paper towel dispenser and then the hand dryer with louder thuds and groans from Zach and hoots from Stretch.

Zach stumbled to the middle of the room feeling full and with a loud squelch, he swallowed Stretch’s ectoplasm down hard as a boom was hard from his stomach and he was motionless for a second. He was looking at the floor when he started laughing in Stretch’s voice and lifted his head saying, “Ooooo yeeeeeeaaaah,” in that thick joisey accent. He walked over to the mirror and savored his sexy new face, when suddenly a bit of his real ghostly face popped out and sank back in as he said, “I’m tired today slime, so we’ll have to play quick, sound good?,” he asked himself. He took off his tie, unbuttoned the top of his shirt, and and opened his jacket up to feel up his new abs under his dress shirt.

Just then, Dan, Zach’s coworker walked in asking, “Hey man, are you ok? I thought I heard you scream in here.” Stretch turned around and smirked saying, “Oh yeah, just thought I saw a bee near the sink, I’m allergic,” and he laughed awkwardly. “What’s wrong with your voice Zach? You sound all nasally…” “Oh, I think I’m just coming down with a little head cold,” and Stretch brushed it off. Stretch admired Dan’s whole look; his slick charcoal suit with his gray tie, slicked back dirty blonde hair and slight scruff.

“Dude, you’d better hurry, the pitch meeting is about to start,” Dan said. Stretch walked to the door and locked it before turning and saying, “What’s the rush man?,” with a seductive grin on his face as he walked to stand in front of Dan. “Dude, are you feeling ok? You’re acting really…,” but he was cut off as Stretch grabbed his tie and pulled him into a kiss. At first, Dan moaned and tried to push away, but Stretch held him tight and Dan gave in and opened his mouth. Stretch happily tongued Dan as they moaned and groped each other in the middle of the bathroom.

Stretch pulled away and said, “I want you in me man, right here, right now!” Dan was shocked and said, “Dude are you serious?! You’re the boss’s son, and we’re best friends!” Stretch turned around, took his suit jacket off, threw it on the floor, and pushed his big suit covered ass against Dan’s crotch as he gasped. “Come on buddy, you know you want this ass,” as he winked over his shoulder. Dan’s face cringed with lust as he grew rock hard in seconds from the contact with Zach’s bubble butt.

Stretch pulled away and walked to the toilet stall and waited in the doorway. He looked over his shoulder, winked, and motioned for Dan to join him with his finger. He went inside and after a brief deep breathe, Dan ran in and closed the stall door behind him. He left the lock unlatched since the bathroom door was locked. They were ass to cock inside the tiny stall, and Dan reached around to undo Zach’s tight dress pants. He eased then down his thick legs and then his boxers, as Zach’s semi hard cock flopped out.

“That’s right Dan, I want you to breed me fleshie,” Stretch moaned. “What??,” Dan asked as he pulled down his own pants and boxers. “I said breed me quickly,” Stretch said trying to brush off the slip up. Dan ignored the weirdness and grabbed Zach’s hips and plunged into him raw. Stretch yelped and winced slightly from the pain but almost immediately adjusted and started to enjoy it. Dan was loving how tight and warm Zach’s hole was and he started working up a sweat quickly. Stretch braced himself on the toilet and Dan held the stall wall with one hand.

He smacked Zach’s ass and Stretch moaned at the sting. “Dude,…why didn’t you…ever tell me…you were…gay?,” Dan panted. “Wanted our first time…to be……HOT,” Stretch responded. “Dude,…this is so…kinky,” Dan panted and laughed. Stretch started thrusting his ass back onto Dan to meet his pumping. The two were groaning like horny teens and Dan was getting worked by Stretch’s tight virgin hole good.

“Oh dude,….you’re so tight, I don’t know,…how much longer…I can…can last,” Dan sighed. Stretch underestimated how exhausted he was and already started to lose control. Zach’s body was starting to fight back, tensing up. Stretch’s face started popping in and out of Zach’s as Dan continued to pound him. Zach started wincing and spazzing slightly and shaking inside the tiny stall. “Dude, you…you ok?,” Dan asked.

Suddenly there was a noise like an inflating balloon coming from near Zach’s head. It looked like Zach was blowing a long, slender blue bubble that was wiggling like a tail. It got longer and longer, and suddenly grew arms. “Dude, what the hell is that thing?!,” Dan asked as he froze in shock. Just then Zach’s hole clenched and Dan howled as he came into Zach’s ass. Just as he was filling up his friend’s ass, Stretch’s head popped out of Zach’s mouth as he floated over the toilet tank as the two men looked at him in horror.

Dan had finished pumping and Zach’s ass, still with Dan’s cock inside, was leaking cum onto the stall floor. Zach didn’t even realize his friend had just cum inside him, he was scared shit of Stretch. “Oo, guess I was more tired than I thought, but it was still fun fleshies,” he said as he floated up to Zach’s face and planted a kiss on his lips. The two men screamed bloody murder as Dan pulled out of Zach and the two men frantically scurried out of the stall, stumbling across the floor and scrambled to the bathroom door. Dan threw himself on the door and turned the latch, unlocked the door, and bolted out screaming. He didn’t even bother tucking his spent cock back in his pants as he went screaming down the hall.

Zach was scrambling across the floor gasping in terror as Stretch floated out of the stall and hovered above him. “I’ll have to hit you up again cutie, when I have more energy for some real fun of course,” he laughed. Zach screamed as he got to his feet and bolted out the door just like Dan. He forgot to fix his pants and his ass was on full display and still leaking Dan’s cum as he too ran yelling down the hall. “If he’s working here, I might just hang around and see what other fleshies work here,” Stretch laughed as he rubbed his hands together with anticipation for the future fun.

[possession4u]

Chris Pratt Gets a Little Fatso

Requested by expertofpossession

The Ghost Trio was known throughout the ghost world for being the best at scaring fleshies and causing all kinds of trouble for their own amusement. The trio was comprised of Stretch, the cocky leader, Stinky, the goofy and immature jokester, and Fatso, the big muscle man of the group. The trio held many prestigious records for haunting, but the one they valued the most was they held the longest possessions of fleshies of any ghosts around. The trio loved possessing fleshies to fool around in and occasionally, the trio members went off on their own for some fun.

Fatso had decided he needed a break from his trio brothers and was flying around the luxury resort the three were currently haunting. Fatso had turned invisible and pulled a pinch of pranks on random strangers, but he was quickly getting bored. He wished he could have some fleshie fun and maybe have sex or jack off. Unfortunately, none of the guys Fatso had seen yet that day interested Fatso at all. He was being a little picky because he really wanted to enjoy this possession.

He floated all around and through the resort, down the halls, through all the rooms, past the pools and tennis courts, but a hot piece of man candy didn’t seem to be in the cards for Fatso. He sighed and was ready to give up. Then he saw a sign on the wall by the pool with an arrow and the words workout room down the hall. Fatso didn’t realize the resort had a gym and figured he could try looking there before giving up.

Fatso made his way down the hall and heard clanking coming from the doorway of the workout room. He turned invisible and floated up to the window to peer inside. There was Chris Pratt, the famous Hollywood actor working out on one of the machines. Fatso couldn’t believe his eyes. He had seen Chris on the posters all around town for Jurassic Park and Guardians of the Galaxy and thought Chris was the sexiest fleshie he had ever seen. He saw some people watching a rerun of Parks and Rec the other day and he loved how cute and cuddly Chris was when he was chubby. Chris was in much better shake now with his movie career taking off, but Fatso laughed to himself as he thought, I’ll fix you right up to be perfect for me fleshie!

Fatso watched, floating invisible right next to Chris as he ran on the treadmill, pumped and lifted weights, and did stretches to loosen himself up. Chris would pant and moan from all the stress of the workout, and Fatso loved every minute of it. He couldn’t get over how sexy Chris was in his workout clothes. Tight black spandex pants stretched tight across his firm bubble ass that looked like two perfect round mountains ready to be climbed. The lines of his jockstrap were clearly visible through the black fabric and Fatso could see Chris was packing some serious fleshie meat heat in the front. The sleeveless tight gray tank top with the words go hard always on the front hugged Chris’ massive pecs and amazing abs like it was part of his skin. His bulging arms and legs were utter perfection. The scruffy beard he had from his Parks and Rec days was much more tame now, as was his curly scraggly hair, but Fatso couldn’t look away.

Fatso watched, entranced by the sex god before him. Chris had everything Fatso wanted, but he worried Chris might be too tight of a fit for him now that he was in good shape. But then he remembered that Chris used to be more of a fatty himself, and he laughed to himself. Once a fatty, always a fatty he thought to himself. He watched as Chris flexed in the mirror and admired his body. Fatso decided it was time for some fun with his prize fleshie. He floated into the mirror. Chris turned around to get his drink from his workout bag and bent over, his ass barely being contained in his tight spandex. Fatso couldn’t control himself. His tongue popped out of the mirror, yearning to slide up and down Chris’ ass crack and rim him. Fatso quickly sucked his tongue back into the mirror, not wanting to make Chris aware of his presence just yet.

Chris turned back around to admire himself in the mirror again. To his surprise, the image that greeted him looked more like his character from Parks and Rec, Andy. Chris had a big gut, man boobs, a big, saggy ass, a double chin, and a big, bloated bulge. “What the hell happened to all the muscle I spent months on?!,” Chris yelled. He felt his body, in the mirror it looked like his belly jiggled and bounced. His reflection had a slight bluish tint to it, so Chris said, “There’s something fucked up with this mirror!” He turned and collected his things and headed for his suite to shower. Fatso floated out of the mirror in the now empty workout room. He laughed and said, “If you think I’m done with you fleshie, you just wait. Before the night’s over, I’m going to get all this ghost into your tight, sexy little Hollywood body and have the night of my afterlife!” He laughed deeply to himself, then turned invisible and floated down the hallway slowly trailing Chris towards the elevator.

Chris got on the elevator and let out a sigh after his long workout. Fatso floated invisible behind him, loving the sight of all that sweaty muscle and the musky smell coming from Chris was intoxicating. Fatso watched as the elevator went higher and higher until it reached the top floor. The doors opened and Chris walked out and headed down the hallway to the door at the very end. The gold plaque next to the door said penthouse suite 6. Chris opened the door which led into a huge living room with a huge flat screen TV, game systems galore, and everything you would need for a kickass night of staying in and chilling.

Chris dropped his workout bag on the floor by the door and headed to the kitchen, Fatso followed quietly behind. The kitchen was huge and everything was so clean. Fatso could tell Chris had been staying here for a while by all the stuff he had in the suite, but he figured it was because he must be working on his next big movie and needed to stay close to the studio. Chris opened the fridge and grabbed a cold water and started guzzling it down. Fatso watched Chris’ Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed and imagined himself squeezing down that throat into Chris’ studly body. Fatso noticed all the snacks in the fridge and cabinets and couldn’t wait to get inside Chris and take advantage of Chris’ suite.

Chris finished the water, threw the bottle into the recycling, and walked back through the living room. He went down the hall and opened the door to his bedroom with its king sized bed. Chris walked up to the mirror by the bathroom door and took off all his clothes, which he dropped in a sweaty pile on the floor. Fatso couldn’t believe his eyes.

Before him stood a fleshie work of art. Chris had the perfect body. His toned muscles, giant cock and balls, and his firm, virgin, mountainous ass all in perfect display as Chris flexed in front of the mirror. Chris turned to close the bedroom door, and Fatso floated into the mirror. Fatso pulled the same trick on Chris, who again was perplexed by what he saw. For a five star hotel, this place sure has weird mirrors, they’re like funhouse mirrors. He shrugged it off and headed into the bathroom. He turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower.

Once he heard the water turn on, Fatso emerged from the mirror and followed Chris into the bathroom. Fatso peeped into the shower through the steam and saw Chris start to let the water pour down his ripped body. He reached for the soap and Fatso knew it was time for more fun. He morphed into a sponge and placed himself on top of the real sponge. Chris lathered Fatso up and started rubbing the horny ghost all over his body. Fatso rubbed against those perfect pecs, and he couldn’t resist nibbling them a bit. The nipple grew hard and Fatso could tell Chris was hot. Fatso was pressed into Chris’ sweaty crotch. He took the opportunity to jiggle Chris’ balls a bit and he vibrated against Chris’ cock, which started to grew hard. Chris lifted the sponge to his face, confused as to why the sponge was pulsating, but it stopped, and he went back to cleaning himself.

Chris rubbed Fatso over his perfect ass cheeks again and again. Up and down and between the perfect fleshie melons, Fatso was in heaven. Chris pulled his ass cheeks apart with one hand and pushed Fatso down into the crack with the other. Fatso had his face right up against Chris’ tight hole. He couldn’t resist poking his tongue inside. Chris moaned from the forced intrusion and continued sponging his ass.

I’m his head, Chris felt like something wasn’t quite right here, but he felt so good he ignored his concern. Chris put Fatso down the rinse of the soap. Fatso was drooling as he saw the white foam wash off the perfect muscles. Chris rinsed his hair and then shut off the water. He stepped out of the shower. Fatso had already taken the form of a white towel, which Chris picked up. Once again, Fatso explored every inch of Chris’ body up close. Chris wrapped Fatso around his waist, and Fatso’s face was pressed right against his ass crack, not that he was complaining.

Chris walked out and admired himself in the mirror, flexing again. Fatso knew it was almost time to take Chris for himself. Chris went to the closet and pulled out a few outfits that he laid out on the bed to choose from for his night out. He planned on visiting a club with some friends and seeing if he could pick up a hot girl. Fatso had other plans; he decided he would go to the nearest gay club after having some fun in the suite and see where it took him. Chris let Fatso fall to the floor and he walked over to the bed to examine the clothes up close.

Fatso floated over to the mirror and waited one last time for Chris to check himself out. After a few minutes, Chris walked up to the mirror as he said, “Which of these will make me look the best?” He got to the mirror and once again, Fatso had overlaid his sexy body with his blue flabby one. Chris was getting really frustrated. “Is this some kind of prank?! What the hell is wrong with this mirror?! I don’t look like this, I’m a sexy stud,” Chris yelled. That was Fatso’s cue.

Fatso’s face popped out of the reflection of Chris’ face in the mirror. “Oh you bet you’re a sexy stud fleshie,” Fatso said, his eyes bugging out as he examined Chris’ shocked expression. Chris was shocked and confused. He backed away from the mirror as Fatso fully emerged and floated in front of him. “What the hell are you,” Chris asked with terror in his voice. “Isn’t it obvious fleshie,” Fatso asked. “I’m a ghost of course,” he laughed as he jiggled his blue ectoplasmic belly. “Wha, what do you want with me?,” Chris asked. “I need a fleshie to take over to have some fun, and you’re my prize!,” Fatso declared.

“What, what do you mean I’m your prize?,” Chris asked not really wanting to know the answer. “Well you see fleshie, possession is 9/10’s the law, and I’ve decided that you’re mine!,” Fatso said as he floated towards Chris. “What do you mean possession?,” Chris said with a shakiness to his voice. “It means that sexy hunky body of your’s is mine now!,” Fatso said as he laughed. Fatso picked up speed and headed straight for Chris’ mouth as he opened his mouth to scream for help. “That’s right big boy, give me a big opening!,” Fatso said as he laughed.

Fatso hit Chris’ face and his head slide right into Chris’ mouth and went down his throat. Fatso’s arms followed quickly and Chris’ cheeks puffed up as they filled with jiggly ectoplasm. Chris was freaking out, but was in enough control to lift his arms up and put his hands on Fatso’s big jiggly belly sticking out of his mouth. Fatso was grunting as he squeezed inside and said, “Coming through pal.” Chris pushed on the big belly, which just bobbed in the air as Fatso continued squeezing inside as the sound of a deflating balloon filled the room. Chris’ abs started to expand as Fatso made his way into Chris’ stomach.

Fatso’s tail whipping around in the air slowly shrank down into Chris as he stood there and was invaded by the ghost way too big for his toned body. Chris’ abs had almost become a muscle gut with all of Fatso inside him. Fatso was laughing as he went deeper and deeper into Chris as Chris frantically tried pulling on the shrinking tail sticking out of his mouth. The tail continued to shrink into Chris’ mouth until the last bit smoothly slipped into his mouth as his lips closed around it. Chris looked like a puffer fish with his cheeks filled to the brim with Fatso’s jiggling ectoplasm.

Chris felt full and tight with all of Fatso inside him. He started stumbling around the room, one hand on his bloated stomach, the other in front of him trying to steady himself. He stumbled over to the dresser and bumped into it with his stomach. Fatso and Chris moaned and groaned in unison from the impact. “Hey fleshie, I like it rough!,” Fatso laughed from inside Chris’ stomach. Chris could feel Fatso slowly spreading throughout his body. Chris’ ass and cock jiggled and wiggled as Fatso inflated into them as he laughed. Chris finally came to stand in the center of the room. His bloated stomach was bouncing and jiggling as Fatso possessed him. His hands came down to steady himself by grabbing his belly, when suddenly Chris forcibly swallowed the remainder of Fatso’s ectoplasm with a squelch. There was a loud boom sound like a drum from Chris’ stomach and he stood up with a cocky smirk on his face.

Chris walked back up to the mirror and started admiring himself again. Only it wasn’t Chris anymore, Fatso had possessed the hunk of his dreams. Fatso raised his hands to his new stomach and felt the abs that were slightly bulging because of his huge ghostly body inside. He chuckled to himself and rubbed the abs. “Damn fleshie, I was right, you are pretty spacious in here,” he said to himself. “But I think I can make some improvements that will suit me nicely.” With that, he took a deep breathe in, and pushed hard. Suddenly, Chris’ whole body began to vibrate and pulsate. Suddenly, Chris’ cock ballooned in size from 7 ½ inches to 11 ½ inches. His already killer ass bubbled out to the size of basketballs. His pecs looked like melons now, as his muscles ballooned out all over. Fatso’s favorite part was forcing Chris’ abs out to become a slightly bulging muscle gut with the abs overlaid on top.

Fatso admired his improved body in the mirror and laughed. “Can’t wait to see what fun I get into with this,” he said and he jiggled his cock. He turned around and said, “And of course, this ass was made to pleasure other men and me he,” said laughing as he groped his own ass and gave it a nice slap. Fatso wanted to start having fun ASAP, so he walked into the kitchen still naked to eat. “For a rich, famous stud like yourself, you sure don’t seem to enjoy the finer things in life, like eating,” Fatso said to himself as he laughed and raided the fridge.

Fatso slammed down all of Chris’ food and watched TV for about two hours. Suddenly Chris’ phone vibrated and he saw a message from his friend asking when he was going to head over to the club. Fatso responded that he wasn’t feeling good, must’ve been something he ate; Fatso laughed to himself knowing nothing would ever upset his stomach, that did remind Fatso that he wanted to enjoy some fleshie fun with his hot body.

He left the living room and kitchen a mess and headed back to the bedroom. He looked at all the outfits and suits Chris had laid out, but decided none of them would be appropriate for a gay club. Fatso walked to the closet and pulled out a tight sleeves tank that had 100% pure beef across the chest and a pair of skinny jeans. Fatso put on his clothes and admired himself. He flexed like Chris had, but he enjoyed a much sexier view. The jeans hugged his body perfectly and his ass and cock were on full display and he loved it. He gave his ass one more spank for good luck and headed out to the club.

Fatso walked to the club three blocks from the hotel, enjoying all the attention his famous body was getting. He got into the club and downed a few drinks before hitting the dance floor. He was dancing and doing his own thing when another big muscle stud came up from behind and pressed his bulge against Fatso’s big, denim covered ass. Fatso let out a sexy groan and pushed his ass back into the stranger’s crotch to meet his grinding. The stranger wrapped his arms around Fatso’s chest, pulling him closer as they danced like that. The stranger started to get hard as he pressed his cock against Fatso’s ass, practically fucking him through the jeans. Fatso was getting so hard from the heat of their two bodies, he felt his own huge cock get hard against the tight denim.

After dancing and grinding for about an hour, both guys were super sweaty. They made their way to an empty table and ordered some drinks. They downed the drinks and started making out. Their hands were exploring each other’s bodies under the table as they tongue wrestled. After about 5 minutes of that, they decided they would head back to Chris’ suite for some fun. As they were getting ready to head out, Fatso told the stranger that he had to take a piss before they left.

Fatso headed into the bathroom and walked up to the urinal. He unzipped his tight jeans and pulled down his underwear, letting his monster cock flop out. He gripped it with his hand and let the piss flow out. Once he finished, he shook it and was about to tuck it back into his pants when he spied himself in the mirror above the sink. He walked up with his cock still hanging out. He turned to face sideways and looked at himself in profile. “Damn I’m one fine stud,” he said laughing. He cupped his big ass with one hand and gripped his dick with the other. The sight of his own body and the thought of all the fun he was going to have that night was turning him on like crazy. He squeezed his ass and started massaging his monster cock which quickly grew hard.

He started panting and he lost focus and didn’t realize how long the possession had been lasting. He had long passed his possession record time, but he was having too much fun to notice. Suddenly Fatso felt a lurch in his stomach and he whipped to face forward in the mirror. His face started to shake as he lost control. Parts of Fatso’s face popped out of Chris’ sexy face. They were quickly sucked back inside as Chris began dancing around the room as Fatso lost control, dick flopping around with every move.

Fatso bumped into the sink counter stomach first and grunted. Suddenly Fatso’s tail popped out of Chris’ mouth like a bubble from chewing gum. The sound of an inflating balloon filled the bathroom. Fatso acted quickly, trying not to lose his sexy body. He sucked as hard as he could and the tail sucked back into his mouth with a slurp. A few seconds later, Fatso’s tail reemerged from Chris’ piss hole. Chris’ cock wriggled as Fatso slowly inflated back out like a balloon animal. Chris’ body stood there shaking as Fatso exited through Chris’ cock. Fatso was grunting and groaning the entire way out.

Fatso’s body grew bigger outside of Chris, with his arms emerging and then finally his head with a loud pop and a final grunt. Fatso and Chris were face to face again. At first, Chris was stunned by the sensation of Fatso reemerging from inside him, and then he remembered all of the events leading up to the possession. “Hey sexy, thanks for the ride, wish it had lasted longer, but man was your body fun,” Fatso said laughing deeply. Chris screamed and ran out of the bathroom and out of the club, cock still hanging out on full display. Fatso didn’t care, he wished the fun had lasted longer, but he was content with all the fleshie fun he had enjoyed that night. He couldn’t wait to have another go at it, and he thought to himself, maybe I’ll look Chris up again soon, and he laughed as he floated out of the club and on to his next adventure.

[2xskin]

“This years Cosplay is going to be awesome,” I yelled.

I stole Casey’s body; well, got inside him while he was drunk as a fuck. Wearing him like a costume, damn I–no, we were so hard by the time I was all the way in. I had to jerk off there and then otherwise I’d never get his pants back on!

We stayed at the party for a while, and everyone begged us to stay–being the school’s QB it was hard to escape, but I wanted to try on my Spidey suit, over Casey’s hunky body.

I’d been inside his mind for a few hours, but it didn’t take that long to know he had zero interest in comics or Cosplay–his loss, but now he was my gain.

From the shrubs I grabbed my rucksack, with the suit inside and headed back to his home. He lived with his parents, but it wasn’t a problem as he had a small apartment above the garage–private.

Shucking his clothes once more, I briefly checked his physique before pull on the Spidey suit. It was tight on my old frame, but on Casey–damn!

Turning in circles, and struggling to find the back, I finally got it zipped closed.

Damn!

I grabbed our dick through the lycra and jerked off a few times, we had a monster down there! 

Needless to say I had to shower with the suit on to clean it up, before taking it off to dry.

I laid in Casey’s bed, and gently explored our body. I smiled and turned over. The Cosplay wasn’t for another ten days, so I had to play Casey, 24/7, home, work and play. I didn’t give a fuck, I was the best in the Drama Club–this wasn’t even a challenge.

Fuck it, maybe I’ll keep him, sign him up for the Drama Club as well.

[takeovertales]

Fighting to Fit

The two ghosts were pushing against each other as they flew through the city. They had discussed who they wanted to dive into and the conve

[takeovertales]

Third Wheel: Shenanigans

Prompt submitted by anonymous for the 24 Hour Summer Submission ('24). You can read the first part HERE."Okay, but tell me you don't just lo

[swap-and-possessions]

Facing my Fears

Hell yeah! I've finally fucking did it.

Five months ago, my friends found these rings that would allow us to possess other people's bodies. Rick possessed his older brother. Geoff possessed the star quarterback of our campus. And Finn dared to break into a rich villa uptown and possess the heir of a famous maple syrup brand.

I was the only one who hasn't possessed a body these past five months. How could I? They know I'm the meekest of the group. I flinch at the slightest of sounds. I am a wuss, there is no denying that. Walking up to somebody and jumping in their body is an impossibility to me. I asked my friends if they could at least help me. But they became assholes the moment they became better with their new bodies. We still talk, but they refuse to meet in person with me until I find a body.

It took me a long time to build up the courage but I've finally done it. Trent is my neighbor to the right, and I had the opportunity to ride the elevator with him. We didn't talk because he didn't know me. The only word he uttered to me was, "Dude you're creeping me out," when I was edging closer to him inside the elevator. I said fuck it and jumped inside his body. When I woke up, I'm in this far larger and stronger body.

Before I even had the thought of stretching my underwear to reveal this bulge, I used Trent's phone to send a picture to my group of friends.

"Fuck yeah! I've finally done it."

Replies poured out seconds later. Finn was already arranging a meeting place, while Geoff and Rick are betting on the largest dildo I could take with this body.

While I'm glad to face my fears, I'm also glad that they want to talk properly to me again. I should have done this sooner.

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[jockauctions]

Who’d you Possess?

Auctions are going on an indefinite hiatus for now as I continue try to garner inspiration and motivation again. I’m really sorry y’all, but I will start them up in the future. In the meanwhile, I’m curious which jock you’d possess.

On the left is a football jock named Ryder. He’s outgoing, light-spirited, and a hard worker. On the right is a bad boy jock named Jake. He’s serious, heartthrob and also a big time player. Let me know below which jock you’d go for and what kinds of things you’d do as them 😉

Personally I’d love to dive into Ryder’s toned body while stripping and worshipping my new abs, pecs, and cock. But what would really get me is making out with the bad boy Jake as Ryder and having him blow me until Ryder’s dick is dry.

[grunglord-deactivated20250203]

Ryder

[jockauctions]

Who do you want ME to possess?

Ryder

Jake

Voting ended onJun 8, 2024

Realized I had made this a long time ago! So I’m curious who you guys deem is the hotter jock haha. Which guy has the hotter body?

[hauntedestheart]

Security Measures - Artifacts

Entry 4 in the Security Measures series- the stories of a boy named Trevor as he attempts to protect his possession-prone boyfriend Andy from snatchers.

I'm gonna start off with a clear warning: don't mess with artifacts.

I'm going use the term "artifact" to describe any sort of object that holds special powers which can be used to alter people's minds and bodies, and trust me when I say that there are many in the world.

More on that later, but first, let's discuss why I don't like them.

The obvious appeal of an artifact is convenience- an artifact has prepackaged power that can be deployed with no messy preparation, so the right artifact can put someone into a different body in the blink of an eye even if they had no clue this kind of power existed beforehand. Anyone can pick one up and use one, often with no questions asked.

But if that sounds too good to be true, that's because it is. You may be holding the artifact in your hand, but that doesn't mean that you're in control of it- in fact, I'd often say that the opposite is true. Having access to that kind of power has a funny way of messing with the user's mind and I've seen unsuspecting rubes quickly fall in too deep and lose themselves in ways they didn't anticipate.

If you get an artifact, toss it away. Walk the other direction. Put it out of your mind. You might think you've got the strongest willpower in the world and it won't happen to you but somehow, some way, you're going to wind up in over your head... and when it comes time to clean up the mess it's made, artifacts often have a way of mysteriously vanishing, off to torture some other poor soul.

I have no way of knowing how many of these things are in the world, or where they come from, but I suspect that Andy's condition must attract them like a magnet or something because we've encountered a ridiculous number of them. It's a bit ridiculous.

To give us an idea of what an artifact looks like, here's a non-exhaustive list of a few different ones that we've encountered:

A magic fountain that granted wishes to people who threw coins into it (and its answer to every wish was to put that person inside of Andy, practically turning his body into an amusement park ride until I tracked the thing down and bribed it to leave him alone)

An ancient Aztec statue that could switch people's bodies if they stood in front of it (which was triggered by an unsuspecting janitor who was going to use it to switch his friends with some of the other students until we broke into a museum to stop him)

A medallion that allowed the wearer to transform into someone else by touching an article of their clothing (the guy we confiscated it from said he bought it at a "mysterious store" but the address was just a coffee shop and the medallion disappeared the second it was out of our sight, so...?)

A hidden grotto that transformed people who touched its water into Andy's body for a limited period of time (we had to travel to stop this one but for a few weeks at least there were dozens of people running around looking like Andy until we blocked the place off with a cave-in)

A ring that allowed the wearer to switch bodies with someone by shaking hands with them (I've actually heard about a lot of these floating around out there but we've only had to deal with one, however it kept coming back. Huge pain in the ass, flushed it down the toilet.)

A camera that let the photographer capture someone's soul and steal their body (guy who owned this one was a weirdo so for once, Andy was not the only victim involved, and I didn't feel too bad about smashing the camera while the thief's soul was inside)

A fortune telling robot on a boardwalk that tried to talk everyone who walked by into wishing to be someone else (don't bother looking, we pushed it into a harbor)

As you can see, a lot of diversity there in terms of what they are and how they. Some are literally ancient artifacts while others date from the modern era. Some are migratory while others are geographically locked. Some bounce from person to person while others are entrenched with certain groups.

In fact, the more I observe artifacts the more it's clear that each one has its own particular brand of chaos, its own flavor of victim, its own pattern of movement... almost like they have personalities. I don't know if any of these artifacts are alive, but it is suspicious how two people can pick up the same artifact and will (no matter how different they are) wind up using it to act out the same story.

Are we using them? Or are they using us?

Or perhaps I'm just bitter because snatches caused by artifacts are a pain to undo. You can get rid of a ghost or a hopper anywhere (or just wait until they move on) and a spell only requires you to understand how it works, but if there's an artifact involved then the only way out is to physically get the artifact. Again, this sounds convenient but often manages to wind up as a massive ordeal.

Given Andy's situation it's tempting to try to keep an artifact or two on hand, but having one feels a bit like sleeping with a grenade under our pillow- it's more likely to blow up on us than an intruder. But just to be safe, I am active on a few forums devoted to keeping tabs on the locations of some of the more notable ones just to make sure that they aren't drifting back towards our area.

And whenever possible, I let Andy smash them.

(Now, which of these artifacts would you like to see expanded for the full Security Footage entry?)

The over-eager magic fountain and the carousel of minds

The ancient statue and the janitor's plan

The shapeshifting medallion from the mysterious store

The hidden grotto and Andy's clones

The body swap ring with a grudge

The camera and the photographer's "portfolio"

The mechanical fortune teller's agenda

Shorter vignettes with just a glimpse at all of them

Voting ended onJun 7, 2024

[yisony07]

Real Target

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Got it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “Okay, happy rest of the afternoon!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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