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Possession Chapter 1: Jake and Sean

“I look fucking good.” I thought as I admired Sean’s body in the mirror. I could feel Sean’s mind fighting for control. He’d lose, of course, but I liked that he wasn’t giving in so easily.

“Sean, we gonna see you at the party tonight?” Jake said, slapping Sean’s ass from behind. “We gotta celebrate that winning play tonight!”

“Of course man. Can’t wait.” I said through Sean’s voice.

Jake was my real goal. I’d seen him around campus and he was in my psych 201 class last year. Muscle stacked on top of muscle with cute dimples to complete the look. Every man wanted to be him and every woman and gay wanted to fuck him.

I watched him leave, admiring his muscular ass on the way out of the locker room.

Sean fought me each step of the way as I got ready for the party. I could tell he was starting to tire but admired his determination. “Calm down and just relax.” I said out loud to Sean’s reflection in the mirror. “Just one night and then you can have your body back. Who knows, you might actually enjoy it. I can tell you’re tired so save your strength for later.” His mind relaxed, knowing he was just making it worse for himself. “Better, now just sit back and let me take your body on the ride of its life.” I felt his mind grumble and threaten me. He didn’t know who I was so I let him.

The music was pounding as I walked into the frat house most of the football team belonged to and was immediately greeted with a red solo cup of cheep beer.

“To that awesome play!” The frat bro said as we touched cups and drank.

I walked around the house looking for Jake before finding him in the corner.

“Hey! The Man of the Hour. Glad you decided to join us.” Jake said getting up from the couch and leaving the gaggle of girls that had congregated around him.

“Of course.” I smiled. “Hey Jake, can I talk to you alone for a moment…outside?”

Jake took a swallow from his beer, draining the cup. “Of course bro, what do you need?”

We could still hear the music pounding as we walked into the backyard and around the corner of the house. We were surrounded by darkness.

“Dude, what’s with the secrecy? What did you want to talk about?” Jake asked, leaning up against the wall.

I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just pushed him against the wall and kissed him deeply. His body froze for a second before relaxing into my kiss. He gripped Sean’s hips, moaning softly.

“Didn’t know you were such a good kisser, Sean.” Jake said when our lips parted to take a breath.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” I said with Sean’s voice.

Jake smirked. “Oh?” He asked. “Gonna show me?” He spun around and dropped his pants. His muscular ass prominently displayed in a jockstrap.

“Never pegged you for a bottom.” I joked as I slide a finger into his hole, surprised at how well it stretched for me.

Jake moaned. “I like what I like and fuck labels.” Another moan as I brushed his prostate. “Just fuck me already, Sean.”

I obliged. His body took Sean’s cock easily. This was clearly not his first time. Even Sean seemed to be enjoying the feeling of fucking his teammate.

“Oh fuck. That’s right. Right there. Harder!” Jake grunted and moaned with each thrust. I gripped his hair and pulled his head back as he braced himself against the wall. “That’s right, Sean. Own my ass.”

I fucked him until we both shot our loads, mine deep inside Jake and Jake’s painting the stucco wall of the house.

Jake’s legs were shaking as I pulled out of him, my cum dripping onto the ground.

Jake pulled up pants. I could see a dark spot forming in the back as more of my liquid love dropped out of him. “Damn you’re a good fuck. I mean, I’d heard stories but that was something else.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I slapped Jake on the ass.

We walked back into the party as if nothing happened. Jake returned to the group of girls and continued on as if any of them had a chance with him.

A man of my word, I released my hold on Sean after the party. I felt Sean’s confusion as I left.

A few days later, I saw Sean and Jake holding hands as they walked through the campus.

“Another successful possession.” I said out loud to no one as they passed right by me, ignorant of who I was.

I watched the campus go by, spotting a rather arrogant looking freshman trying to hit on some girls who were clearly not interested. He didn’t seem to be taking no for an answer.

“Bingo.” I was already planning my next journey.

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Possession Chapter 2: Dean

“Get out of my head.” Dean screamed at me as I possessed his body. I’d tried to get him when he was asleep but he’d woken up to use the bathroom before I could complete the possession.

After a battle of wills, I finally beat him back, taking full control. I looked at Dean’s reflection in the mirror and flexed.

“Don’t worry. I’m only going to be in control for a day or so.” I said to Dean’s consciousness. He fought me but it would be easier to keep him at bay now that I had full control. “Maybe you won’t be so cocky the next time someone tells you no.”

I felt Dean pause. Embarrassment emanated from his consciousness. Good to know he could feel embarrassment. But now it was time to really show him what it meant.

I walked Dean’s body to my dorm room, careful not to reveal my identity. I’d laid my body under my bed so no one would wonder why I was asleep for so long but it also served as a nice hiding place when I needed to bring one of my possessed back to my room for something.

I pulled out a lacy thong from the back of my dresser and put it on.

“What’re you doing?” Dean said. Damn, he’s stronger than I thought. His mouth almost moved.

“Showing off your best assets.” I pushed his consciousness back down.

I’d targeted Dean because he’d made his freshman year more about harassing coeds than studying. One of those coeds happened to be my best friend.

Except for the thong, I dressed Dean’s body otherwise normally. I chatted with his friends and none of them were the wiser. I flirted with some of them but not enough to arouse suspicion. As the sun started to go down, I decided to really kick my plan into high gear.

“Ok, you’ve had your fun, get out of my body, please.” Dean’s mind has turned to pleading now that he accepted that my will was stronger.

“Oh not yet, a little more fun and I’ll let you go.”

My first stop on my night of Dean’s education, was the Tight End, a sports bar themed gay bar in town.

“Vodka soda with lime.” I ordered from the bartender. I sipped my drink as I watched the patrons.

“You’re new.” A gruff voice said. I turned to see a man about 20 years my senior sit down in the stool next to me. Clean shaven with streaks of grey in his hair, I had to admit he was very handsome. His biceps flexed under a tight polo shirt as he settled in next to me.

“Is that a problem?” I twirled the short straw with Dean’s tongue before taking a sip.

A sly smile spread across the man’s face. “Not for me. I like ‘em inexperienced.”

I twisted Dean’s face into a seductive smile. “Well I’m an inexperienced as they come. It’s my first time in a place like this.”

“Well, they say you never forget your first so I guess I gotta make it extra special.” He put his arm around Dean’s shoulders. I leaned into the touch.

I danced with the man, excited by his touch. Dean tried to plead that he’d learned his lesson but I wasn’t any where near done with his body.

“Wanna get out of here?” The man asked when we took a breath from kissing.

“Definitely.”

We didn’t even make it to his car before he’d pushed me against the wall and pushed a finger into me. I moaned as he slowly worked Dean’s hole open.

“Fuck, you’re tight boy. First time?”

I nodded. “Like I said, inexperienced.”

I heard a low chuckle. “Fuck, been ages since I had a virgin. Hope you’re ready for Daddy’s cock.”

I didn’t have time to brace Dean’s body before the man shoved his dick inside Dean. I cried out in surprise as I felt his pubic hair brush against my ass.

The pressure was immense as I relaxed Dean’s body.

“Fuck. You’re so big.” I moaned as the man started to move inside me. After only a few thrusts I felt him shoot his load deep into Dean’s guts.

“Fuck, sorry. I usually last longer.” The man said as he pulled out. “Give me a moment and we can go again.”

I nodded. The next round was even less satisfying.

I took Dean’s body back to his dorm room. The man had tried a few times to get me off but it was just one of those nights.

I was unsatisfied but a deal was a deal. As I put Dean’s body to sleep, I gave him back control.

Dean must have learned his lesson because rumors quickly spread around campus about how he’d become the perfect gentleman, seemingly overnight.

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Possession Chapter 3: Timmy

Ahhh Timmy. I loved the man like a brother. We’d met Freshman year and been fast friends. I’d do anything for that guy. It was just too bad he wouldn’t do anything for himself.

He had all the right equipment, but it was like someone had forgotten to include the user manual. Bright as all hell, great sense of humor, and just the cutest twink to grace the world. In any normal time, he’d have guys hanging off him, but he lacked any self confidence.

It hurt me to see him shrink into himself anytime someone would come up and try to flirt with him. The whole friend group urged him on but he’d seem to shrink deeper and deeper into himself. Especially around Jose.

Timmy had it bad for Jose but he’d freeze up completely anytime Jose was near. Shit, Timmy would bolt like a deer if he even caught a whiff of Jose anywhere upwind.

So after years of watching Timmy struggle, I did what any bro would do. I took matters into my own hands.

I woke up in Timmy’s body ready to start the day. Tim’s consciousness was almost too easy to subdue but I could feel him beating down the walls I’d put up. I knew I needed to work fast if I was going to help out a bro.

If everything worked according to plan, this would be the longest I’d ever possessed someone. I wasn’t sure if I could hold on but I needed to try.

Jose was at the cafe, exactly as I’d expected. His muscles stretched the t-shirt he was wearing with pants that seemed to be painted on his quads. But what did I expect from one of the school’s wrestlers.

“Hi, facing seeing you here.” I said with Timmy’s characteristic smile.

“Oh hey, Tim, how’s it going?” Jose beamed.

“Good. Mind if I join you?” I grabbed the chair and started sitting down before Jose could answer.

“Of course not.” Jose motioned to the chair even as I was already sitting. “Sheesh, I think this is the most we’ve ever spoken.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, I’m pretty reserved.”

“Reserved? Hell man, you’re fucking Fort Knox.”

We both laughed at that. I felt Jose’s foot brush against Timmy’s leg. I pushed back against his touch.

“Something seems different about you, today?” Jose said.

“I’ve decided to not be such a coward.” I said. We locked eyes.

“You know, I think I’m done studying for today. Wanna hang out?”

“Yes.” I responded so fast I wasn’t sure if it was me or Timmy who’d said it.

Jose chuckled. “Great, let’s get out of here.”

I could feel Timmy relaxing as I made sure that he and Jose had a great day hanging out.

“Wanna do this again tomorrow?” Jose asked as we stood in front of my dorm building.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up early tomorrow.” He turned to walk away. “Hey, I’m glad you came out of your shell. You’re a really cool dude.”

I felt Timmy’s heart skip a beat. I let him sleep while I returned to my body to eat. I was starving. After a bit of rest, I returned to Timmy’s body to find him dreaming about Jose. It was cute to watch his dream play out like some kind of hallmark movie.

When the dream finished, I woke Timmy up. I pulled off the covers to find a massive tent.

“Jeeze Tim, didn’t know you were packing that much heat.” I chuckled as I got ready.

Jose was leaning against his car when I came down. His face lit up to see Timmy.

“There you are. I was starting to think you’d ghosted me.”

“Who me? Never.” I smiled.

We spent the whole day together and by the time we rolled up to Jose’s place, Timmy had stoped fighting me and was enjoying the ride.

“Wanna come in?” Jose asked.

“Sure.” I said.

Jose handed me a beer as we continued talking on his bed. His dorm room was an exact replica of Timmy’s.

“So, I’m just gonna come out and say it.” Jose said suddenly, turning to Timmy. “I like you. Like really like you.”

Timmy’s heart fluttered as I kept my composure. “Oh?”

“That’s all you have to say? Oh?” Jose looked almost offended.

“Well I’m just trying to figure out where we go from here.” I said quickly, trying to save the situation.

“Well I’d like us to date and I’d really like you for my boyfriend.” Jose said.

“I’d really like that too.” Timmy took control for a moment. I smiled inwardly. I was glad to see him getting more confident, even if it was making things difficult for me to keep control.

“Great.” Jose smiled before biting his lip. “Any chance I could kiss you?”

“I’ve been waiting for it.” Timmy took control again. I decided to step back and let him have control but he around in case his usual introverted manner tried to rear its ugly head.

Jose and Timmy’s lips met with passion I didn’t know was possible. They moaned into each other as their hands explored each others’ bodies.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” Timmy murmured as Jose pulled off their shirts.

“Me too.” Jose said. He peeled off his pants to reveal a thong. He winked at Timmy. “I’m a bottom.”

“Fuck yeah!” Timmy said as he pushed Jose down onto the bed. “I’ve dreamed of fucking you for so long.”

I felt Jose’s hand rubbing Timmy’s cock. “Mmm, looks like you’ve got a big one.”

“I’m not even half hard yet.” He whispered in Jose’s ear.

In a surprising twist of strength, Timmy flipped Jose onto his stomach. I sat back in Timmy’s mind, chuckling to myself. “You go, Timmy.”

Pulling Jose’s thong to the side to reveal his puckered ass, Timmy rubbed his wet cock head against Jose’s hole.

Jose exhaled through his teeth as Timmy sunk his long thick cock into Jose’s ass.

“Oh fuck!” Jose gasped. “Shit man, if I’d known you were this big, I’d have done something sooner.”

I felt joy and pleasure run through Timmy’s body as Jose’s tightness squeezed around Timmy’s cock.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum already.” Jose moaned into the mattress as Timmy continued thrusting as deep as he could into Jose’s body. A shudder ran through Jose, telling me and Timmy what had happened.

For his part, Timmy enjoyed fucking Jose, putting him in every position he could before exploding deep in Jose’s body.

By the time Timmy finally finished inside Jose, Jose’s eyes were so far back in his head they were looking at his brain.

I chuckled as I left Timmy’s body. As I left, I hear Jose praying to God.

I saw Timmy in class the next day. He beamed with excitement.

“You’ll never guess what happened to me over the weekend?” He said as we left the room.

“Jose and I hooked up and he wants to by my boyfriend. Isn’t that great?”

“That’s amazing Timmy. I’m glad you guys finally got around to it.”

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Possession Chapter 4: Professor Andre

By now you’re probably wondering how I got started with these little possessions. Ok, maybe you’re not but I’m gonna tell you anyway. Because I can.

I’d love to say that I planned all this through meticulous study and effort, but that would be a lie. It just fell into my lap one day.

No, seriously. I was studying and suddenly a large leather bound book fell into my lap. And before you ask, yes it hurt like a son of a bitch.

I opened the book gingerly, thinking I was going to tear the yellowing pages but imagine my surprise when they seemed to be made out of some kind of velum.

When I opened the book the strange markings seemed to rearrange themselves into English.

I spent the next few weeks reading that tome from cover to cover multiple times. It contained step by step instructions on possessing other people.

A few weeks more of wrestling with the ethics of possession and I was ready.

I was looking around my Latin course trying to figure out who I would possess first when it hit me. The Professor!

Professor Andre DiFrizzo was a recently minted PhD out of Cambridge or Oxford or some other highfalutin university that I didn’t much care about. Former rower with biceps for days. I put my plan in motion that night.

It was strange waking up in his body. Everything felt natural and at the same time completely foreign. I could feel Professor Andre’s consciousness sleeping in the back of his mind.

“Damn, Professor Andre!” I said as I stood up. I knew from his tight clothes he was built but I had no idea how well. He was wearing briefs with a massive bulge sitting low, a defined six pack just above it. I rubbed my hands over his abs. “Good for you man.”

To be honest, I was surprised the damn thing had worked so I hadn’t actually thought about what I would do now that I was in control.

Now I was staring at Professor Andre in the mirror. Or was I staring at me? Idk, either way it was kinda freaky and kinda cool.

I flexed in the mirror to see how his body would look and found myself getting turned on. Or was it Professor Andre that was getting turned on? This thing was starting to mess with my head but I felt his briefs getting tighter as his cock grew. I couldn’t help but massage it as I stood there.

“Fuck…” I moaned.

I pulled Professor Andre’s cock out of his briefs and watched him jerk it in the mirror. I held on as long as I could, feeling the pressure of his release building.

“Oh fuck.” I gasped, as cum shot from his cock all over the mirror.

The next thing I knew I was back in my dorm room on my bed, my sheets soaked with my own cum.

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"Fruity-ass pose," laughed Harry.

"C'mon, it'll be fun for the photo," said Jason. He position himself so he was sitting on top of Harry like he was riding him into battle. The two life-long friends laughed as the light from the camera confirmed the picture was taken.

Harry didn't think much of it. Why would he? There was never a reason to doubt Jason—the two of them had been friends since they were able to talk!

"All right, get off," said Harry, still grinning. "You're kinda fucking heavy…" he said, letting out a grunt of effort as he tried to get up and knock his dear friend off. But Jason wasn't budging. Not only that, but Harry felt… weaker. His vision grew blurry and he was starting to feel lightheaded. Heatstroke? No, this felt different...

"Sorry, man," said Jason in a tone he had never used before. He slapped a hand hard onto Harry's back, and the latter let out an alarmed yelp as his limbs fell useless onto the beach towel. No matter how hard Harry tried to get up and escape, his body wouldn't respond. Not even his mouth was moving. "This body's all spent," Jason continued, "I thought I'd have a few more weeks here, but he's seriously starting to fight me. It's fine, though," said the impostor wearing Jason's body. He laughed, the tone far darker now. "You're a helluva lot cuter than this meat-bag. I would've loved to fuck you, but fucking as you should feel just as good."

The impostor focused. His essence gathered from Jason's body and traveled like an electric current down his arm, through his palm, and slammed down on Harry's back. Harry began trembling wildly, but Jason's passed-out body managed to hide the worst of it from any on-lookers.

"Nrgh…! Mm…! Ohhh…" Harry's body let out a moan as he felt Jason's heftier figure lying on top of him. He wiggled his ass, wanting to squeeze the limp yet still sizable bulge deeper into Harry's crack. "Oh, that feels nice. Yeah, you're a much better catch that Jason." Of course, he couldn't really get much use out of a unconscious husk. With all of Harry's strength, the impostor flipped over, tossing Jason off, and stood up with Harry's nice, muscular legs.

Both hands on his hips, bulge hardening beneath Harry's swimwear, the impostor took in the feel of this powerful form. He ran a hand down his trimmed, short beard and let out a moan of pleasure. "Ohh, that feels so nice. So hot, too." Any more exploring would have to wait. It'd be a waste if all he did in this new form was just getting arrested again. "C'mon, Harry. We got a nice afternoon of getting too know each other," the impostor said under his breath as he walked over to the public restroom.

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Life Coach

One of the best things I ever did for myself was hire a dead man to act as my life coach. Well, maybe "hire" isn't the best word-- it's not like Wyatt cares about money anymore-- but he experiences life inside of my body, and in exchange he helps me develop good habits. Honestly, I also think the satisfaction of helping people helps him cope with his newfound immortality, but I'd never say that to his face. I thought it was just an elaborate shitpost when I read the ad he posted online, but I'm glad I took him up on his offer. As someone who struggled with severe depression, Wyatt's aid has been a gamechanger. It's been a lot of work, so I'm proud to say I've almost graduated. Back in the beginning he was possessing me almost 24/7 to help me out with things like healthy eating and good hygiene, but now he usually limits flesh time to my gym workouts so he can make sure I'm using the proper form.

Although, ever since Wyatt found out that I'm a gay man who's never had the courage to go out on dates, he's also been trying to act as a dating coach with… mixed success. He means well, but mostly I think he's just happy to have an excuse to possess hot men without feeling guilty about it. If the person isn't willing to be possessed, he can only control them for about an hour or so-- enough time to log onto a computer or have some fun, but not enough time to actually live someone else's life. Wyatt doesn't like to talk about himself very much, but I've gotten the impression that he was very lonely before he figured out how to navigate around the limit of his abilities. No one can see or hear him when he's in his ghost form, so I can only imagine how lonely he used to be.

"One more set of bicep curls, and then I think I'll be done for the day," Wyatt said. "I want to make sure I have enough time to rinse off all of this sweat before my date." He often spoke out loud, over-narrating his actions so that I would know what to expect. It was different when the two of us were alone, but in public he preferred to be subtle about our arrangement. 'Done for the day' was the code phrase that let me know when he was going to leave my body, just in case the sudden restoration of control caused me to lose my balance. And 'my date' meant… well, like I said, Wyatt had taken it upon himself to act as my dating coach. He wanted me to get comfortable interacting with attractive men that I used to think were out of my league, and I certainly wasn't about to turn down the easy sex.

Once I was done showering, I sat down on the bench by my locker to scroll on my phone while Wyatt searched for a good candidate for possession. We were usually at the mercy of whoever happened to be in the locker room at the time-- there were always a handful of men milling about in the sauna, but most of them were suburban fathers using the space to socialize.

"What do you think about this one, Luke?" I looked up to see Jake Hopkins staring down at me, a huge smirk on his face. He was somehow even more massive now than he'd been back in High School, when he used to beat me up whenever he caught me staring too long at his dump truck of an ass. The facial hair was new, but his backwards cap had been his trademark for as long as I'd known him. "Pretty sick, right?" he said, flexing his biceps for emphasis. "The cock is nothing special, but that's fine-- this body screams power bottom." It was clearly Wyatt in control, but that wasn't enough to prevent the flood of bad memories.

I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate as I began to recall all of the various ways Jake had made my teenagers years a living hell. "That's… no, he's… pineapple, I know him," I managed to say, frantically waving him away. I could see the look of apology in Wyatt's eyes, and he quickly retreated without any further discussion. For that I was grateful, because I don't know if I could have had any sort of conversation with him while he wears Jake's face. The thought of having sex with one of my old high school bullies was… honestly, I would have thought I'd be more into it. But seeing his face like that, the painful memories were too fresh. Maybe Isaac or Ben, but not him. Not Jake.

One of the first things Wyatt had taught me were breathing exercises for when I was too far gone inside my own head, and for that I was thankful. I gripped my knees until my fingertips hurt, focusing on the rise and fall of my chest with each deep breath. Eyes closed, back straight, feet firmly planted. All the way in, all the way out. It was a little embarrassing, the way that the mere presence of Jake was enough to send me into a tailspin, but… at the same time, I was proud at the way I had been able to handle it without fully freaking out. A few months ago, I would have spent the next several hours replaying all of my worst memories on repeat until I cried myself to sleep. Now? Now, I had managed to calm myself back down and it had only been a few minutes. Wyatt was big on trying to get me to acknowledge the small wins, and this was definitely one of them.

I opened my eyes to see one of the gym regulars looking over at me with a concerned look on his face. "Hey, man. You doin' okay?" he said. I hadn't expected Wyatt to find another body so fast, but I certainly wasn't complaining.

I smiled back at him, with what I hoped was a calm and collected expression. "I am now, yeah. It's been a rough day, is all," I said, practicing my white lie skills. This was a much better choice for Wyatt, though I didn't know this body's name. I had first noticed him a few weeks ago, and he was one of my favorite guys to ogle out of the corner of my eye. I'd even caught him checking out some of the other guys in the gym once or twice. It was nice to see confirmation that it wasn't just me who did that.

"Okay, well, cool. That's good to hear," he said, nodding his head. He hesitated for a few moments, and then continued. "Hey, while I'm talking to you, I hope this isn't weird to say but… I've noticed you around for the past few months, and you've been making some really good progress." He gave me a supportive pat on the shoulder, which felt really nice. "I know it can be discouraging, given how long it takes to see some actual physical changes to your body, so… I just wanted you to feel seen. I see you putting in the work, and it'll definitely pay off if you're able to keep at it."

I could feel myself starting to blush-- how could I not, after a compliment like that? I wanted to brush it off, but I also know that Wyatt would start yelling at me if I tried to reject his kind words. "Well… thank you, I appreciate it. And... while we're both saying weird things to each other, I have to admit I've noticed you as well. I mean, you're very handsome, so how could I not?" His eyebrows shot straight up at the compliment, but he otherwise said nothing. "Which... maybe I'm totally misreading you, but... would you like to come over to my place, and we could get to know each other better?"

His confusion shifted into a wide smile. "I... wow. This turned out to be easier than I thought," he said, chucking to himself. "And yeah, I'd like that. I'd really like that. I need a few moments to shower and change out of my gear, but uhh… yeah. How about I meet you outside in the parking lot, and I'll just follow you back to your place." With that, he gave me a playful fistbump and then walked away, presumably to use his locker. Which... did not make sense, now that I stopped to think about it-- how did Wyatt know where the man's locker would be? I didn't think he had the ability to access the memories of the people he possessed.

"Luke, that wasn't me!" One of the middle-aged men had stepped out of the sauna to come talk to me, grinning from ear to ear-- this was the real Wyatt, I realized. "I was still looking around the gym trying to find a good option for you. Whoever that guy is, that was all you!" He smiled at me as I felt my stomach begin to lurch. If that man wasn't Wyatt, then I had just… oh my God. If I had thought for even a moment he wasn't possessed, that he might have said no? I would never have-- of course he was surprised at my confidence, I didn't realize he had free will!

"Hey, no. Look at me," Wyatt said, snapping his fingers in front of my face. I wanted to be angry but I had to admit it was an effective way to startle me out of my thoughts. "Don't overthink this. Easier said than done, I know, but hey-- he's just some random hot guy. It's not like he's your future husband yet. So breathe, okay? If he's the right guy for you, he'll find your nerves endearing rather than annoying. And if he's not, have some fun and then part ways amiably. Just relax and enjoy this."

"You're right," I said, after a few more rounds of steady breathing. "This is what we've been working towards, after all." I stared up into his proud smile, and I couldn't help but laugh. No matter what body Wyatt was wearing, his facial expressions always gave him away. "Thank you."

"It's what I'm here for," he said, patting me on the shoulder with his body's calloused hands. "Alright, well, I'm gonna drop this guy back off in the sauna, but I just had to catch you before you said something awkward. I'll leave you alone for the evening so that you can enjoy your date. Have fun!" Wyatt left, leaving me alone with my nerves. How did I manage to ask someone out by accident? I decided to wait a few minutes-- it was quite hot outside, and I wasn't sure how long the guy would need to take a shower.

He was waiting for me when I stepped outside, and I was struck breathless by just how incredible he looked in street clothes. The polo he was wearing struggled to cover his massive chest, and I would have bet money he could have torn apart those sleeves if he flexed. I would never have been brave enough to ask him out on my own-- the man was an Adonis! "I'm so embarrassed," I admitted to him, deciding that honesty was the best policy. "I'm usually never this forward, but here I am inviting you back to my place when I don't even know your name!" I couldn't help but giggle awkwardly as I rubbed the back of my neck. "My name's Luke, by the way."

"David," he said, shifting his gym bag as he extended his hand. I thought he was reaching out for a handshake, but when I placed my hand in his, he pulled it forward and gave it a polite kiss. Maybe it was a bit cringe, but so am I-- and man, was I blushing. "Since we're being honest, my heart was beating in my chest the entire time I was talking to you. It's actually a bit of a relief to hear that we're both feeling a bit nervous-- it means we're both taking this seriously, you know?"

"I think I know what you mean," I said, as we started walking towards our cars. "Maybe this will lead somewhere, maybe it won't... but we're both giving it the best chance for success." I looked over at him, and he was already smiling. I smiled back, trying to ignore the pounding of my heartbeat. Taking a deep breath, I reached out to grab his hand, lacing his fingers with mine. Success! He chuckled, and gave my hand a comforting squeeze as I felt my face blush even more, somehow.

It struck me just how weird my life had become over the past year. Hiring Wyatt, which provided undeniable proof of ghost possessions and the existence of an afterlife? Boring and routine. A casual date with an attractive man from the gym who returned my interest? Utterly terrifying. And yet... I couldn't help but shake the feeling that David was going to be one of the best things I had ever done.

[human-sort]

Body a Day #2 2. "Spectrum"

There's a common belief that the existence of ghosts is entirely rooted in magic, with spells and rituals used to take over another person's body, and this is not entirely wrong, as they do exist, but they are hidden or difficult to access… But what if you could bring this subject to science? A way to take your consciousness out of your body and transmit it to another person's body? This is the main goal of my research, using a device imbuied with both infrared and radiowaves transmitter to beam out my own consciousness out of my body into someone else's! Of course it's just a prototype, but today I'll finally perform my first test on humans!

Since there is no one available for the first test subject to "broadcast", I'll use it myself, everything for the sake of science, right? After placing the adhesive electrodes on my temples, I finished the settings and pointed the transmitter to a wall, knowing very well that there's a men's bathroom from the gym next door to my lab… When I finally actived it, everything went black and the next second, I was holding a phone in the middle of a selfie! I tried to contain my excitment, taking the selfie showing off my new muscles and left the gym, going straight to my lab to see what happened with my old body, but when I got there, I witnessed my body lying on the floor, completely lifeless! Well, almost lifeless, with stable lifesigns but no brain activity…

Well, at least now I know my device is a complete success and I have a spare body, in case I need it, which will be very well preserved, of course… Now all my next goals are: refine the device, applying a few upgrades and find a way to reignite the sparkle of the brain of my old body to see if there's something of "me" left in there, but that can wait a little, now all I wanna do is to get along with my new life and body, this is definitely an unexplored field in dire need of being explored…

[jockbender]

Cop Control

I sighed as the flashing lights came on behind us. Jordan always drove like an idiot and now the two of us would be late for the party plus, as usual, I’d be expected to sort out the mess so he didn’t get another ticket and get grounded by his old man. Jordan looked at me with a hopeful expression, grinned and said “You know what to do dude! Sort this one out for me and I’ll make it worth your while.” I gave him a weary look and punched him on his meaty arm to show I was annoyed but of course I agreed to help out and he indicated to pull over onto the shoulder. As soon as we’d stopped, the cop car pulled in behind us and to my surprise, instead of the grizzled fat old guy that usually hefted themselves out of the car, a fucking hot young cop got out and swaggered over to the Jordan’s window. I began to think that I might get some pleasure out of this after all and prepared to make my move. “License and registration please, Sir.” Said the cop in a sexy bass, leaning in, his hand on the window frame presumably to sniff out any pot we might have in the car. As Jordan fumbled in the glove box and pulled out his documents, I prepared to make my move. At the moment, he handed the papers to the cop, I touched my hand against Jordan’s right arm and pushed myself through his body, forcing his hand to reach out and grab the cop’s wrist. Before the cop could pull back, I completed my move and with an exhilarating, rushing sensation, I surged through Jordan’s body and into the cop in one quick move. Instantly, my perspective changed and I felt the cop’s constricting uniform pressing against my body, the bulk of his utility belt at my waist and, most pleasurable of all, a significant package sitting in my boxer shorts. Stretching myself out inside the cops head, I assumed control of his mind, body and memories and then winked at Jordan and give him a shit eating grin. “Did it work?” he asked. “Of course it worked!” I replied. “But Sir, you’re in some deep shit” I said putting on a no nonsense, gruff tone of voice. “The only way you’re getting out of this ticket” I continued “is if you, uh, do me a little uh, favour.” Jordan looked puzzled. “A favour. What do you mean? And what about the cop’s partner in the car bro?” Jordan asked nodding his head in the direction of the car parked behind him with its lights still flashing. “I’m on solo patrol today Sir” I replied curtly. “So there’s no one else here but me. And sleeping beauty of course” I said, indicating towards my unconscious body slumped to one side on the passenger seat as if dozing peacefully. Deciding to take control of the situation, I unzipped the flies on my uniform pants and feeling the cops, sizeable cock coming to life, pulled it out through the opening in his boxer shorts and waved it enticingly in Jordan’s face. Jordan licked his lips. “Well, uh, officer,” he said, leaning forward and grinning at me “In that case, I guess I’ve got no choice have I?” I moved closed to the car, my heavy boots planted firmly on the asphalt and my cock squeezed pleasurably through the confining opening of my uniform pants. In a moment the driver side door was open and I felt my best bro’s hot lips against my waiting cock head before I thrust deftly into the warm waiting caress of his mouth and let him work my hot cop load out with his eager tongue. Perhaps Jordan’s bad driving wasn’t such a big deal after all!

[spandextopgay]

[male-tf-control]

I always wear my dad’s body when I go to the gym. It’s a gay gym, and he’s a gay guy, so you can imagine how much attention he gets with a body like this. He’s even got a couple of regular hookups here that he thinks I don’t know anything about. Most of them are much younger than my dad is, but they’re all super-hot, and they all love it when I play “Daddy” with them. I guess when I have the right body for it, I’m actually pretty good at playing the part.

[samsm2mstories]

West

My older brother's best mate West has always been the typical jock at their campus, he was so messy no matter what. I always enjoyed the socks and sneakers he leaves lying around in our house. It doesn't help that I have the biggest crush on him as he's secretly bi-sexual.

One weekend when my parents were away, West and my brother was having a few drinks and I found West sleeping away.

This was my moment!

I planted a node on his head and on mine, it dissolves once it been used btw. I sat on the chair opposite him as I activated the artifact. I felt myself shoot into his mind as I was now West in his dream. It was a weird feeling as I was fucking my brother in my dream. I knew it, he and my brother are secretly together. While I was dreaming this, my bulge got erected and soon my brother would wake me up.

I can't wait to wake up and enjoy my new life as a gay jock and fuck was my brother or now BF. This will be one hell of a weekend bro!

[tfkinksterz]

I can’t believe it actually worked, bro! We stole these rugby players’ bodies overnight and actually inherited their player skills too! No way we’re ever fucking leaving these bodies now, like we originally planned. We’re here to stay!

[transformhim]

The light clicked on, keys were tossed on the chest of drawers by the door, Thomas gasped and gaped at the titanic man sprawled on his sofa across the room.

“Startled you?” He purred in a deep, Eastern European accent.

Thomas paused and then choked out an impressed chuckle, pointing a finger towards the backpack, “So who’s it this time? Exchange student? New in your department?”

“Maybe. Maybe just some piece of ass I saw stumbling around campus. Does it matter?” He cockily flexed for himself, indulging in his huge size, taking heavy deep breaths intermingled with soft moans, teasing Thomas.

Thomas and Professor Navarro—Juan to Thomas now—had been going steady pretty much since the first month Thomas had his upper level religion class in his 3rd year. Juan was always so charming and intelligent to Thomas, not to mention he rocked a tight Latino silver fox look, and Thomas was always an attentive and passionate student, plus his short but stacked bod he’d maintained from his wrestling years in high school had always attracted its fair share of admirers. Including from his professors. Needless to say, visits to Professor Navarro's office hours quickly transitioned first into heavy petting, then followed by mutual suck sessions right there in the religious studies hall.

Since then, Juan and Thomas had turned their taboo situationship into a full blown relationship, with much more openness after Thomas finally graduated. But it had only been within the last two months since Juan—through his more esoteric studies—discovered that spell (hex, really, but who’s worried about precision of language when you’re dealing with possession incantations). Even in the short two months since the discovery, he and Thomas had taken insane advantage of it. Both Juan and Thomas had stuffed themselves into a village’s worth of people since then—other men, women, students, grad assistants, and professors alike, a small mob’s worth of men at the townie bars, into each other’s bodies (too many times to count really)—but this was easily Juan’s most massive find to date.

Juan continued to admire himself, relishing in the ridiculous scale of his borrowed body, flexing and copping a feel all over himself through hot and heavy pants of breath. Thomas had trouble catching his own breath, squeezing his thick hog that was forming a spike in his gym shorts at the sight, soaking his briefs in sweaty pre and coaxing Juan to tease him further.

Juan sighed and brought his massive hands down together to his crotch making an O with his hands and bunching up his stiffening package over his shorts making an obscene bulge, then waggled the copious bunch of meat at Thomas.

"You want I should stretch your hole wide open like pig, да?" He purred deeply again, really leaning into his borrowed Eastern European accent. “Come, let me taste, красотка.”

Thomas huffed another giggle and dropped his bag, swiftly moving over to the couch and basically falling on top of Juan's enormous form, immediately linking lips with him and exploring each others mouths and tongues. Thomas rutted his cock against Juan’s chiseled torso while Juan sucked face and took greedy firm fistfuls of Thomas’s ass. Suddenly, Juan manhandled Thomas up higher to his face, yanking down his shorts and briefs, burying his face into Thomas’s fuzzy bush and taking licks down his throbbing pole, while Thomas steadied himself with his hands around Juan’s buzzed head. Juan went to work swallowing deep gulps of Thomas’s chubby boyfriend cock, as Thomas gasped in deep satisfied moans of ecstasy.

Suddenly, after riding cresting waves of pleasure inside Juan’s mouth, stampeding quickly towards cumming, a devilish thought hit Thomas. Maybe even a risky thought, but that made it so much hotter—and fuck, could it be hot…

Between the noisy gulps and slurps he was making, Juan could also hear the first few syllables of that familiar incantation being whispered between whiny gasps. Juan immediately understood what was happening. Greedy fucker, Juan thought with a grin and intensified his assault on Thomas’s dick, pushing his man ever closer to unloading while he hurried out the last of the lines. Thomas panted urgently the last few syllables as he felt his balls hitch and his head vibrate as he flooded Juan’s gullet with spooge.

Simultaneously, as he voided his nuts into Juan’s new thick neck, Thomas felt the familiar sucking pull, as he began his plunge into his lover once again. Only this time, he felt a triple-fold hurricane wind of tightening pleasure pervading his goo-ifying body, sloshing around and through his own fresh load. He felt something—someone—with him there in the churning, throbbing vessel he was invading, and he knew within a second that it was Juan there he was sliding against, thrusting against, grinding against, melding into. Their body thrashed there on the couch, flexing and grunting involuntarily, humping against the air, their whole frame pulsating and cracking bigger while their clothes came loose at the seams, their cock hiccuping into thicker and longer extremes.

Thomas and Juan churned and twisted more into each other, squeezing into each other with such erotic intensity until—…

Their eyes shot open to the bright light in the same second as their neck cracked higher, forcing their shared body into its 7’8”, 430 lbs behemoth finality, also the same second their 13 inch coke can cock and orange sized nuts began gushing and spitting out a liters worth of hot, gooey jizz into the sweating, matted forest of his heaving barrel chest.

“HOHOHOHOHOOOOLY FUUCKKKKK,” he roared.

[bodyhopper-files-deactivated202]

"It's the shoes that complete the look."

The nerd who had just taken possession of Bailey rolled his head around on Bailey’s broad neck and then proceeded to thoroughly stretch out his entire body from head-to-toe.

“It’s good to be back inside you, Bailey,” the nerd spoke through Bailey’s lips.

The words came out flawlessly duplicated in Bailey’s masculine voice, along with its dumb sounding gym-bro drawl. The nerd cleared his throat, absorbing even more of the bodybuilder’s delicious voice for himself. He stood up from the bed and paraded himself shirtless over to the nearest mirror. Each footstep felt like moving a colossal mountain. In front of him, he saw the hulking image of a professional bodybuilder; It was Bailey’s body, but it belonged to the nerd now.

The nerd pulled a front double biceps pose in the mirror, spreading his lats wide and fully flexing at the top to reveal an intimidating pair of anatomically defined muscle peaks. He flexed harder, twisting Bailey’s straight-boy face into a tight, overconfident sneer. Sweat began to drip from his brow. Soon, his muscles were burning all over, and blood was pumping through him everywhere; Having this body was like being in a literal suit of meat.

“I know the first place I’m going,” the nerd drooled at seeing the muscle man in the mirror copying his every move, “I’m taking this body to the gym, bro!”

The nerd used Bailey’s big hands to grab at various pieces of gym clothing which had been previously worn and tossed around the room. It was easy to replicate Bailey’s usual look: A black baseball cap, a skintight black tank top, and a pair of black compression pants. But the look wasn’t complete yet.

“Where are they?”

The nerd searched the apartment and found Bailey’s signature pair of red gym shoes waiting for him by the front door. He picked them up in one athletic swoop, sat down, and then slid his feet inside the sneakers one-by-one.

He let his toes wiggle around and then pressed them down into the well-worn insoles of each shoe. They fit him like he wore them to the gym every day. It was no wonder they were Bailey’s favorite pair, but now they, too, belonged to the nerd.

“There we go.”

The nerd laced the shoes tightly and stood himself back up. When he looked in the mirror again, he saw himself fully reflected as an exact image of the bodybuilder.

“That's it. Now I’m you, bro,” he said to his reflection, “Don't you agree? I think it's the shoes that complete the look.”

[thegreatstoryteller]

Astral Athletics: Possession

When Tyler had asked me to meet him in the university’s gym over the weekend I was a bit confused. He’d told me he was spending the weekend visiting family out of town the day before and he wasn’t due back till Monday. 

So when I saw this handsome guy with perfect stubble, slicked back hair, and deep brown eyes  spinning a basketball on his fingers and looking my way, I didn’t know what to think.

“Leo! Glad you can make it!” the stranger said in a low sensual voice. It had the same deep tones that make you just shiver. 

“Um… I’m supposed to be meeting a friend around here. I don’t suppose you’ve seen a guy a little shorter than me with really dark hair and pale skin?” I ask doing my best not to stare this titan of masculinity in the face.

This guy drops the ball and says. “Dude, Leo it’s me. I know I may not look like Tyler anymore but… well so remember how I said my grandparents were really into spiritualism and stuff? Well turns out they could teach me how to astral project my soul into another person’s body!” 

I stood stunned not knowing how to respond. 

“I know it may be hard to believe but this is so cool! I know how to play basketball now. Plus it’s so cool seeing the world from this height. who knew 8 inches made the world seem so different. And… you’re staring at me funny… are you-”

Without another word I approached Tyler and began feeling up this new body of his. I had to look up to even catch his gaze again. Not that I wanted to. Not when there was so much of this new body to explore…. to touch. 

“Woah didn’t think you’d be buying my story so fast. But it’s pretty cool isn’t it? I grabbed this guy after he finished practicing at the gym. I’ve got all his skills and memories too! It’s wild. And… wow that feels good. Your hands on my arms… on my chest and… I…I… thought I was gonna have to explain how this works or something…. but wow I can’t believe…. woah… you really know what you’re doing.” Tyler said beginning to moan.

My light touches and subtle strokes of his body caused him to continually back up into the bleachers. “I… wow. Sorry. I’m genuinely so curious but I can’t take my eyes let alone my hands off you…” I said almost dazed by this beautiful man before me.

“Let’s… head back to our apartment… I don’t know how long this possession will last but I think you and me both are thinking we can do something pretty quick.” Tyler said with a cocky smirk.

With that the two bounded out of the gym. Little did they know that the guy being possessed was aware of everything happening to his body. Not that he was complaining, he was loving every second!

[bodythiefsblog]

Waiting for him is driving me insane. Why the fuck is he taking so long to come out of the gym? My crotch is throbbing, painfully trapped against the tight fabric of my shorts. I can’t hold back anymore. I need that man’s body.

Ever since I kissed someone for the first time, I’ve known about my power. I can take anyone’s body I want. Total control. The only way to be free is when I decide to leave—and that usually happens after I’ve jerked off so many times I get bored.

I reach down and squeeze my aching bulge, trying to adjust it. The leather seat of my motorcycle is hot from the sun, keeping my cock painfully hard. I glance around the empty parking lot, then slide my hand into my shorts, gripping my leaking dick. Soon I’ll be doing the same thing inside his body. God, he’s a real man—hairy, thick, masculine. All of that is about to become mine.

Footsteps approach. I yank my hand out fast. A second later, he’s right beside me. Sergio. My target. He joined the gym recently, but I noticed him from day one. The moment I saw him shirtless in the locker room, I knew I had to have him.

“Hey, Sergio. How’s it going?” I’d spent weeks building rapport, hoping it would make this smoother. “What did you train today?”

“Hey man, thought you’d already left,” he says, bumping fists with me like we’re bros. “Chest day. It was brutal.”

“I bet. Every time I hit chest I feel like I can’t even breathe,” I reply, instinctively touching my own pecs while my eyes devour his massive frame under the dim parking lot lights.

“You coming tomorrow?” he asks, swinging a leg over his motorcycle.

I can’t wait anymore.

“Yeah, but there’s one last thing I need to tell you.” He turns to look at me. I swallow hard, grab his tank top with both hands, and yank him into a brutal kiss.

He tries to shove me off—those huge arms nearly succeed—but I force my tongue deeper. Our mouths fight, tongues sliding wet and aggressive. He’s experienced, and that only makes me hungrier.

The familiar rush hits me. My consciousness rips free and floods into him through the kiss. I force every inch of his body to obey me, claiming muscle, bone, and cock. A few seconds later, I open my new eyes and stare at my old, empty body standing there like a discarded puppet.

I shove it aside gently and grin.

“Let’s see what you’ve got for me, big boy.” My voice—his voice—is deep and rough. I run my hands over my new chest, feeling how pumped and solid it is from the workout.

My palms slide down to my abs, then lower. I freeze for a second when I grab the fat, heavy cock straining in his shorts. It’s thick, veiny, and surrounded by a dense, dark bush of pubic hair.

“Fuck yes,” I growl, massaging my new balls. A low, masculine moan escapes my lips.

“What the fuck is happening?!” Sergio’s voice screams beside me. His ghostly form is standing right there, staring in horror as I grope his stolen body.

I smirk. “Jesus, man. You’ve been hiding a fucking monster in here.” I squeeze the thick shaft harder, not caring that he’s yelling at me.

He keeps screaming, demanding his body back. I ignore him. All I want is to get home and break this hairy beast in.

“Give me my body back, you freak!” he shouts.

I climb onto his motorcycle. “Bro, I’m not talking to you out here. People are gonna think I’m crazy talking to myself. And in case you haven’t noticed, only I can see you.”

“You’re just gonna leave your old body there?” he sneers. “It looks like a damn statue. People will ask questions.”

I wave a hand, putting my old shell on autopilot. It climbs onto my old bike and follows. Years of practice make it easy.

It took a little effort to find Sergio’s apartment—his constant bitching made accessing his memories annoying. I drop the gym bag by the door and head straight for the full-length mirror.

I don’t waste time. My hands roam over my new torso, squeezing the swollen, sensitive pecs. The pump from chest day still burns deliciously. I rip the tank top off.

Thick, dark hair covers my chest and stomach. I run my fingers through it, tugging lightly, my mind flooding with filthy thoughts.

“Stop touching me!” the real Sergio yells, forced to watch.

“Why? It’s my body now.” I shove the shorts and underwear down. His—my—cock springs out, heavy and already drooling precum. I grip it with both hands and moan like a whore.

Sergio moans too, involuntarily. The pleasure hits him as hard as it hits me.

“You like that, huh?” I laugh. “Too bad we’re stuck together. Every time I feel good, you feel it too.”

Panic flashes across his face. He knows I’m into men. And that knowledge makes my new cock throb even harder.

I tear the underwear completely off and start stroking. The shaft is fat, veined, and covered in dark hair at the base. I spit on it and jerk faster, staring at the reflection of this hairy, muscular bear.

The smell hits me—raw, masculine sweat from the gym. I lift one thick arm and bury my face in my pit, inhaling deeply. The musky, pungent scent makes my eyes roll back.

“Fuck, I stink,” I groan. Sergio is panting beside me, clearly fighting the pleasure he’s receiving from his own body.

I close my eyes and picture all the guys from the gym—tight shorts, sweaty bodies, some shirtless. Then I open them again and stare at the hairy beast in the mirror.

“Don’t think about guys—” Sergio begs.

“I control this body. I’ll think about whatever the fuck I want.” I close my eyes again and imagine bending over half the gym. “I’m gonna cum!”

Thick ropes of cum splatter across the mirror and onto my hairy abs. I scoop some up and lick it slowly off my fingers, savoring the salty taste while staring right at Sergio’s horrified face.

He’s still moaning, legs shaky.

I smirk, then grab my phone. One of Sergio’s gym buddies, a tall, muscular guy named Marco, had been texting him earlier. I reply quickly: “Come over. Need help with something.”

Twenty minutes later Marco knocks. He barely gets inside before I shove him against the wall and kiss him hard, my hairy chest pressing into his.

“The fuck, Sergio?” he mutters, surprised—but his hands are already grabbing my ass.

“Shut up and suck my cock,” I growl, pushing him to his knees.

Marco doesn’t need much convincing. He swallows my thick, hairy dick down to the base, gagging eagerly while the real Sergio watches in humiliated shock. I fuck Marco’s throat deep and rough, one hand gripping his hair, the other tugging on my own nipples.

“Take it all, you fucking slut,” I groan in Sergio’s deep voice.

When I finally cum, I flood Marco’s mouth and make him swallow every drop. Then I bend him over the couch and breed his tight ass raw, pounding him until he’s whimpering and shooting hands-free all over the floor.

The whole time, the real Sergio is forced to feel every brutal thrust, every pulse of pleasure.

After Marco leaves, spent and satisfied, I stand in front of the mirror again, cum still dripping down my hairy thighs.

I grin at my reflection and at the broken-looking spirit beside me.

“I hope you enjoyed your first time with a man, Sergio. Because I’m keeping this body for a long, long time.”

[malebodyswap45]

A Sales Person

“Our investment portfolio has given in average 30% annually, more than double than the major indexes which are…” - I said as I drove my car to see my first client. I couldn't fuck this up. Last year was extremely hard. The job market has been awful, so much that I almost ended up in the streets. It was a miracle when this company approached me. Being a salesman was not something that excited me, but the pay was good enough. If I am able to make this work, I will be able to solve all my problems. 

“Spencer Diaz. Hi my name is Dallas Rogers from Theia Corporation. I came to talk about some investment options”. That man was very cold. He didn't let me talk, nor say any of the lines that I have been practicing all day long. He just reviewed the papers. I could sense that he scanned me with his penetrating eyes every other time. It was weird, but I could only smile when he said “Tell your boss to send me the contract. I am willing to give you a chance”. Fuck yes! It's only my first day and I have already closed my first sale. Yes, that old man was creepy as hell, but he just made my day.

I was able to get the contracts done. I smiled as that man signed the papers. Then we shook hands and that is when I felt a weird electric feeling going through my flesh. I saw as Mr. Spencer fell and collapsed into the ground. Did he have a heart attack? Was he fine? I tried to help him but I started to freak out as I couldn't move. “Wow… this is so nice… a bit leaner to what I was expecting but a nice body nonetheless” I said as I started to undress myself. “Hi, my name is Dylan… no… that is wrong, where did I leave his wallet? Here it is… my name is Dallas Rogers. I like how it sounds. Fuck… look at me. I am Dallas Rogers. You like my muscles. Fuck… your clothes didnt make any justice… this body is incredible”

I couldn’t understand why I was saying those words. I couldn't understand why I started touching myself in an errotic way. I smelled my armpits, I licked my biceps, I played with my dick. It took me a while to understand that Mr Spencer was now controlling my flesh. It was crazy, but there was no other way that I could explain what I was doing. Somehow he had taken control of my body. After a while, I put on a hoodie, I turned on my car and started driving to my place. It took him… me… a while to find my apartment. 

“Shit, Dallas you clearly are a mess” I said with a smile. My body looked around until it arrived at my closet. I quickly grabbed some dirty clothes, I smelled them and exhaled as I started to stroke my dick. After cleaning myself up, I tried different outfits. I put on a dirty football jersey and started taking some photos while I flexed my arms. I tried on some nice shirts as my body practiced pick-up lines. After a while, the bastard that was controlling my flesh settled with a white shirt and a baseball cap. He then grabbed a duffel bag and started filling it with all my possessions. He found my passport, my credentials, and my laptop. This was worse than a nightmare, I was seeing as this man was stealing my life and there was nothing that I could do to stop him. 

Then someone knocked on the door. I was not expecting anyone, but I just hoped that whoever was on the other side would be able to help me. To save me from the horrors of being possessed. 

“Mr. Spencer. I was surprised that you decided to come here” I couldn't believe it, that was my boss

“Yeah I wanted to see who Dallas really was” My body answered

“He was a nobody”

“Are you calling me a nobody? I didn't buy the flesh of a nobody”

“Sorry, you are right. Dallas was top of his class, had a good job and was going to get married”

“So what happened?”

“Another client bought the flesh of his bride. He couldn’t understand why they broke up, so he moved to a new city, wanting to start anew. Our agents get involved… framing him in his work and ensuring that he got fired, messing with his recommendations, driving him to desperation”

“That sounds cruel”

“Yes, but at the end, we needed him to sign the contract willingfully. He should have read the small lines, but a desperate man is more willing to do anything for some money”

“I almost feel bad for him”

“Don’t be sir. When I say that he was a nobody, it's because he had not achieved anything in this world. But now that you are in control… Well, the potential is limitless. Just imagine what can you achieve with this body”

“That is why I bought him. By the way, what will happen to the real Dallas”.

“Sir, You are the real Dallas. The previous owner of that body is gone.”

That felt like a punch into the gut. They have been planning to steal my life for so many months. All my suffering, all the lonely nights, it was all their fault. The worst of all is that I was not gone, I was just a prisoner in my own flesh.

Years passed and I saw that man, Spencer Diaz, controlling every movement that I made. I wanted so badly that he failed. But that was to no avail. He embraced my identity. He made himself an entrepreneur and became very successful. My family, my friends, they never suspected that there was something wrong. He got married, he got money, he got everything that I ever wanted… Now I just need to wonder, maybe my ex-boss was right. Maybe I was a nobody, and I needed to someone like Mr. Spencer to take the driving seat, to achieve, at least on paper, a happy life. At least I can still experience it… I am a prisoner, I have been for so many years, but that does not mean that I cannot enjoy the ride or all the successes of my body. At the end of the day, it is still my life.

[feinecutasy]

Exam

Finally, I'm here in front of this hot stud. And if I fail to possess him, I'll be royally fucked.

This is my third and last attempt to get a final grade and pass Junction. We all call it Possession just like in the days of our pa and ma, but textbooks and institutions have started to exclusively use the former word. It's considered more politically correct. In Ethics, we're told that usage of the word 'possess' alone, ableism asides, implies an inherent hierarchy that places possessors at the top and hosts at the bottoms. Now, I may get flake for saying this, but I've never been fond of the bookish term. It grates my ears (but don't tell Faculty that I'm telling you this).

Why third try? See, normies from trash majors like Telekinetics or Divination think possession finals are easy-peasy: hop in, hop out and you're done. No, it's fucking not. Every single time, it's a logistical nightmare for everyone involved. First there's the miserable student – me, that the faculty thinks is always up to no good. I don't deny that, but I would never stoop so low as to hire a professional possessor to pass the exam for me. And since someone did come up with that genius thought seven years before I became enrolled, security nowadays is tighter than my ass. Think airport security but they check your soul, too, so you have to move from room to room half-linked to your body with hands full of documents under the watchful eyes of the staff.

There's a whole load of other stringent requirements, like no alcohol, no drugs, no excessive caffeine, and students must eat a full meal before exam time. The reason, as they often love to say, is that they care about you and your safety. Bullshit. The main problem is that moving your soul around is energy-consuming, and they just don't want to spend extra effort then being caught in a lawsuit trying to resuscitate your meatsack when you expel your soul with too much force after drinking too much coffee or hitting a bong so potent that you fly high through the campus and collide with some hapless student. And since I did violate that exact rule, I was disqualified from doing any possession during exam season (not due to weed, I was just hungover).

I arranged a second attempt with our lecturer and examiner, Prof. Morozova. Gosh, I hate that hag, but more about her later. I have to finish my bitching about the logistics first.

It's times like these that I wish I was born in Southern Europe or South America. Aye, the men are fine, and the beaches are fantastic. But the best thing? Siesta. Ethical regulations dictate that you can only possess someone when they are sleeping, and try as best as you could not to disrupt their normal routine. Including their sleep. But since dudes infuse more energy into their hosts than dudettes, the chance of me or any other guy possessing someone without waking them up is near zero. Unlike my buds who went on exchange to Spain and passed their exam by jumping into hot Valencian men right on Wednesday afternoon, I am stuck with this shitty schedule dictated by the typical temperate continental European climate, where possession finals can only take place on the weekend (people wake up later in the morning) in registered areas (you can't just pick any residential building, the place must be approved by the university).

On my second try, I chose this cute banker and informed Morozova a week before. Tried to be a goody-two-shoes this time, and stayed clean the whole Friday night. Ate scrambled eggs with croutons and half an hour later, I was in front of his apartment with my examiner by my side. I did the usual stuffs just fine: detachment, propulsion, projection, yadda yadda. Then I found myself in his lanky body. Once again, someone was wasted, this time not me. Our sweet banker over here just got promoted the day before, so he decided to have a blast with his pals that night. Returned home still in his working attire, breath stale, clothes damp. And. Fucking. Horny. Yeah, you guessed it. He creamed his pants while I was in his body. I was in heaven, but then the old hag wrote "Disturbance of host's mental space" into the remark section, and my whole week was ruined. I did file an appeal, but Morozova's vindictiveness meant no one from administrative would dare overturn my examiner's decision. Third attempt awaits.

Here I am, once again with my professor slash lecturer slash examiner, a flawless case study for those interested in the phenomenon of nominative determinism. Her ice-cold forty-something face is frozen with exactly one expression: a frow that leaves wrinkles so deep in her glabella, her thin pointy nose and pouting lips almost look like the extension of one long whacky line. Her demeanours are frosty, and her grading habit sends chills down the spine of any student unfortunate enough to have her as their examiner. But I'm used to her presence now (the perk of taking an exam thrice), so I just need to focus on my target. I did more research this time, and registered Nick over here as my target for the final. Decent, buff, good-looking, established routine, very-unlikely-to-be-high-or-drunk-right-now. The man is dozing off peacefully on his balcony, his hairy chest and beefy thighs out for us two ghostly figures to peruse. Well, probably just me – I'm not even sure if my examiner is into men. I concentrate on my energy flow. Still my core. Steady. I feels the heartbeat of my target, in tandem with his breathing. The physical level is synced, and with no discrepancies in bodily sensations at the deepest level, I just scored the highest point for projection. As I close the distance between us, random thoughts from Nick's subconsciousness start to pour into my mind. If I keep my calm and continue to navigate his mind labyrinth well enough, there won't be any problem.

The noisy storm of thoughts ceases, and then silence.

I open my eyes. Groggily adjust my ball cap. What time is it? I habitually pick up my phone. 9:18. I'll get myself some coffee then go to the gym. The thoughts come naturally to me, as if they were mine. That's because I am Nick now, and I do take on his personality, at least until this session of ours ends. The distinction is very blurry, and only advanced practitioners can tell us apart.

I am not exactly in 'steering mode'. If you bring a psychologist and have her map out all my behaviours throughout the day while I'm in Nick body, you will find out that I behaved exactly like how people and even Nick himself expect him to behave. This is what 'non-intrusion' looks like in practice. It's like being a privileged passenger. You feel everything the driver is feeling, and sometimes you two switch roles, you take the wheel and he can't do anything about it except to watch. But that is predatory behaviour. That's a criminal offense right there.

There does exist a grey area, called 'nudging'. I can make Nick suddenly feel the need to admire his body and flex, or go further and inject some lewd imagery into his mind so that he wants to whip out his meaty cock and jerk off to some steamy (gay) porn. As long as I can prove that all actions Nick 'does' while I'm inside him is characteristic and expected of him, and that he is not and will never be aware of my presence, I can get away with anything.

But not now. Morozova is watching, and my exam is not doing yet. I still need to do Nick's routine perfectly for at least 30 minutes to get my grade.

I strut into the kitchen, my morning wood straining against the shorts. A spring breeze sweeps through the opened door, caressing my hefty pecs. I press the power button of my Rancilio Silvia and let it pre-heat. Put some bread into and toaster, and start scrolling. Gym memes, group chat, messages from clients. Not really productive, but who cares, it's Saturday. I tip an 18 g dose in my grinder. Transfer the grounds into the portafiller and do some tamping with my brawny arms. There's ham in the fridge. Pull two shots.  

The rich, aggressive scent of morning espresso punches up my nose. There's also another scent. My scent. Nick's own. I'm subtly savouring it right now as I'm chewing through my breakfast. Only five minutes left before the end of the test. A cold gust of wind gusts through my shirtless torso. That means she's gone. There's a telepathic message for me. Shucks. I want to read it, but that means I have to divert my mental resources and stop enjoying Nick's body.

ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 𝟤.𝟢 ᴅᴇᴛᴀᴄʜᴍᴇɴᴛ: 𝟣.𝟢 ᴘʀᴏᴘᴜʟꜱɪᴏɴ: 𝟣.𝟢 ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ: 𝟥.𝟢 ᴄᴏɴɢʀᴜᴇɴᴄᴇ: 𝟤.𝟢 PASS. ᴘ/ꜱ: ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ. ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ꜰɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏꜱᴛ'ꜱ ᴀꜱꜱᴜʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴏᴄᴏʟꜱ ᴀᴛ 𝟣𝟤. ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ.

JACKPOT! I passed, and I have two more hours to spend in this awesome body!

Shit, shit. Nick felt my presence. I may have been too excited there.

Hooray. Yippee. Yes. Yas Gaga. (I'm trying to curb my celebrating noises here.)

Perhaps I've been too harsh on old Morozova. She just gave me one more hour to spend in Nick's body. One more hour where I'll be pumping iron, sweating out and basking in my own godly musk. One more hour to be a hung hairy stud. This is the best day ever.

Suck to be you, but I'm not gonna narrate everything I do while I'm inhabiting this godly body. Getting this degree is already hard enough, let me have some fun, please. Also, I don't want Faculty up my ass (but only metaphorically, I don't really mind some of them being literally up my ass).

Peace.