Yoonie

[2xskin]

I walked over and slowly rubbed the giants heavy built chest, he barely flinched.

On tiptoes I whispered, “Love you Colt,” in his ear.

Cautiously, I glanced around. The coast was clear, and I yanked down his jeans.

“This is going so be so much fun,” I murmured to myself as I walked around him.

His back was just as huge, his flannel shirt barely hid his impressive frame.

Lifting the back of his shirt, I ducked under. I immediately was but in the face with his musky odour and muscular back.

In the darkness, I felt my way around his expensive physique, enjoying our closeness. I was confident that I was in no danger, he was just an empty husk of a man he used to be.

I couldn’t wait anymore, and began to push into his body. Pulling him him on like a mindless glove puppet. My shape writhed below his clothing, slowly diminishing the further I pushed into Colt.

Taking his arms, one by one I stole his strength. Into his back, under his shoulders. I felt myself standing tall, tiptoes again as I was drawn into his head. His catalog of memories opened up and I felt them become mine.

A low grumble left my lips as I took more control. Stepping forward I slipped easily into his lower torso and legs - disappearing completely into the monster.

“Fuck yeah,” I groaned as I yanked on my stolen dick only to trap it back in my jeans. “Save it for latter.”

I was already comfortable, and felt so natural to be this big. Flexing, I felt the tightness of the shirt knowing that I could spilt it easily… I didn’t, it was one of my favourites.

From around the corner I could hear something, grunting and a struggling. I walked along the side of the house and into the rear garden.

It was my son, Brody.

He was writhing, and struggling to catch his breath. My boyfriend, Sam had him pinned to the ground and was forcing his way into his body.

His legs, ass and waist were already inside. I could see Brody was weakening.

My son looked up at me, with a confused, pleading expression.

“I never had this much trouble taking him,” I said.

It was true, I’d been living inside Brody for the few months and only pulled out minutes ago. Even so, it had been enough time for him to recover, although in a weakened state.

Colt, had been our plaything for much longer - months, and had since become an empty void when left without anyone in control - just how Brody would eventually become — a sock puppet.

With one last push, Sam was in and forcefully took control of the jock. I knew Brody intimately of course, but to Sam he was all new even though he had fully access to his memories.

He got to his feet, and looked at me. A smirk appeared on his face as he pulled on his T-shirt.

“Feeling ok son?” I asked.

“Perfect,” he replied.

I stretched again. “Glad I divorced your mother,” I said, “makes this all so much easier.”

It was a shame, they had loved each other, but having her around just didn’t fit in with our plans. I stuck it out for six months posing as Colt. Being the best husband, and father I could in the circumstances - no one noticed after I took Cody’s life.

When I told Brody, he wasn’t happy. Wanted to leave, and stay with his mother. I had no option, but to bring our plan forward.

One evening when it was just the two of us, I confronted him and pleaded with him to stay with me after the divorce. He threw back in my face that he knew I’d been seeing another guy, called Sam? It was true, while I’d been running Colt’s life, I’d still been meeting up with my boyfriend. I had been careless at some point and he’d seen us. That of course, left me no option.

It took little effort with Colt’s body to subdue Brody leaving him unconscious. With a bit of effort, I puled myself free of Colt’s body. The giant remained motionless, empty. An affect of long term possession, simply an empty host.

It took me a good couple of minutes to take Brody. He was younger, and smaller than me, even so the kid had a good body. It was a squeeze, but after a few moments any evidence of my aggressive possession had subsided and with that his mind opened up to its new owner.

I got to my feet, and redressed in Brody’s clothes. Typical high school teenager, as I flipped through his thoughts and memories I realised how busy his social schedule was - “this is going to be fun,” I smirked.

Taking Colt’s mobile, I sent a message to Sam saying things had changed and to meet me at the house.

He was surprised when Brody answered the door and invited him in, until I showed him the stoic Colt. Needless to say, I needed Sam to take the reigns of the giant for a month until the divorce went through.

Colt was empty, pliable and his no Will of his own, whereas Brody was still fresh and I had to stay inside him and wear him down and make him weak. I had to be the kid, run his life, love his mom and for now his girlfriend. Although things were going to change, slowly at first. He would eventually choose to stay with his father after the divorce, and then all the pieces will fall into place.

Sam helped me strip Colt, and with a little trouble, I shoved my boyfriend into the giant. He groaned, and struggle initially with the rush of power and memories. Within an hour, his own mom wouldn’t even know someone else was in the driving seat.

In public, we both played our parts. I went to school, hung out with Brody’s friends and regularly satisfied his girlfriend. Sam performed perfectly as Colt; gym, friends and work. Colt’s wife lived in the house, in the guest suite. Everyone played nice, and at times it was awkward, but we managed it.

During the nights when she wasn’t at home, let’s just say we had some intimate father/son time. We took turns, and it was amazing. Sometimes Sam would pull out leaving Colt dormant, initially it felt like I was cheating on Sam using Brody, but he convinced me otherwise. I couldn’t leave Brody yet, he wasn’t ready so I pushed into Colt using his son’s body. It was an amazing feeling controlling the giant this way.

It took weeks to complete, Colt handled all the lawyers, and the divorce. Mom was a little upset when I eventually told her I wanted to live with my father, but I promised I would visit regularly.

With life settling down, and into a routine. I sensed Brody was nearly ready, his soul felt dull and pliable. Sam had picked up my tricks and could pull in/out of Colt with ease.

One day, while I was doing chores in the garden, I was surprised to see Sam come around the corner.

“I want this so much, being Colt has been awesome, but it’s not where I want to be,”he told me looking me up and down. “I need to be the son is this relationship, like our original plan!”

I smiled, with a little relief. While I enjoyed living Brody’s life, my heart yearned to be an adult, the big muscular giant of a man that Colt had always been.

“I can say he’s about ready, he might put up a struggle, but he’s not as strong as he once was..” I told Sam.

“I can do it, “ he pleaded.

Stripping, I knelt, and pulled myself free of the teenager leaving him to collapse on the grass.

I said nothing to Sam as I walked around the corner, and cam face to face with Colt.

[transformhim]

The Devil Next Door

Here’s one to kick off spooky szn 👹

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My name’s Cade, and I’m a recent university drop-out. At the time I moved back home, I felt like a total failure. My prospects were cut back significantly, I didn’t have any steady employment waiting for me on the other side, and worst of all it meant moving back in with my folks at 21. Honestly, it felt like I was destined for nothing but a life of total banality and disappointment.

Dropping out of college is rough, but it definitely helps having good friends around. Friends like Mr. Campbell. Well, I guess I should just call him Wes at this point. He always calls me Cade, so I should just call him Wes, right? Regardless, we’re well past being on a first name basis. Wes moved into our neighborhood shortly after I moved away for college, but I’ve gotten to know him a lot better than some of my friends since I came home.

He’s in his mid 40s or early 50s—I could never remember—working at some demanding job, so he used to pay me to mow his lawn once a week. Not that he was frail or anything; in fact he’s fitter than most people I know, including people my own age. I guess he just felt like more hands makes less work and he would save a lot of time if he had someone helping out. That’s how we got to know each other initially, and he seemed like a pretty cool, pretty chill guy upon my first impression of him. After a few months of mowing his lawn and doing other yard maintenance work, we started hanging out just for the hell of it. We’d hang out on his porch, drink, smoke some j’s, shoot the shit, whatever. After a few months of that, I started coming over to play poker with some of his work friends, who of course all happened to be the same brand of burly, buff, mature dude as Wes. By this point in our friendship, I had already moved out of my parent’s house, but I kept going over for some reason, call it loyalty. I noticed that pretty much all of his friends—all except for the women he brought around—were gay, and I soon figured out that he was too, thanks to some snooping in his bathroom while I was using it. I mean, straight guys don’t just keep an assortment of dildos, vibrators, anal beads, and more in a drawer in their bathroom, right?

That was totally fine by me, too. In the year I spent at college, I came to discover that I wasn’t 100% hetero myself, thanks to several drunken late nights with my pledge brothers in the frat I was rushing. In fact, I didn’t realize it at first but I was finding myself more and more attracted to Wes. I guess it started when I started mowing his lawn. He would come out to do some of his own garden work—pulling weeds, laying mulch, trimming hedges and shit—but, like me, would work without a shirt on. His wide, hairy chest and strong, hairy arms always made me swoon, and I know he’d caught me staring several times, only to smile it off.

It escalated during our porch sessions. Whenever he’d joke about something while we’d been drinking or smoking, we’d burst with laughter, but he slowly started to pat and rub my thighs as we laughed. I’d say nothing because… well, Hell, I wanted it to continue, and I made my own passes as well. I’d share similar seemingly innocuous touches with him, each time seeing how far I could rub up and into his thigh without him reacting. Several times, I swear I brushed the tip of his stiff cock head, but without any noticeable reaction from him; so, naturally, I let him do the same with me, and what should I care if he felt that I had a hard on (which he did, because I so often did around him).

Things really escalated during our poker nights. Since the closest guy my age in his friend group was 33—12 years my senior at this point—I was the resident cutie and was treated as such. When we all got drunk enough, we’d lose our shirts and start comparing muscles and size, and of course I always had the sharpest and tightest form out of all of us. We’d take our shirts off and show off for each other, but everyone couldn’t wait until it was my turn. I’d slowly remove my button down in a poorly done strip tease while the gang cheered and laughed, and pop a few poses, showing off my former swim team captain bod. I’d gotten much more fit since I started working for Wes, and I think he liked that, watching what he saw as his creation behaving with such confident sexuality. Everyone would touch and feel my bulging arms and broad chest as I flexed them, but I always felt like it was a 75% joking, 25% horny interaction. Except with Wes… no, his touches always felt like those of a lover; gentle every time but always lingering longer in eagerness on my skin. I loved it, even more so because it gave me an opportunity to feel up his muscle tits while he felt me up. I’ve always been a pecs & boob guy, and Wes had simply mouthwatering, hairy, juicy pecs, blossomed from his time on his university’s wrestling team and maintained by his years on his job, whatever that was. I could never see them from my vantage during these impromptu lap dances, but Wes told me that his friends would always smirk and roll their eyes at us—I could only guess that it was because of the clearly mutual but mysteriously unaddressed attraction between the two of us.

Unaddressed, that is, until last night. When I was fondling Wes’s pecs for the dozenth time, he actually bounced them for me for the first time, alternating under my touch between the left and right, and gave me a sultry wink. He then wrapped his hand around my upper thighs near my ass and squeezed. It was almost enough for me to cream my shorts right then. The night continued as it always did—more casual lusting, more drinks, more games of poker, more jokes—until midnight rolled around, which was usually our cue to head back to our respective homes.

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Bracelets

Finally school’s over, today has been so tiring. We had a pop quiz, one of the jocks made a joke during class which ended up getting us all a 45 minute lecture on respect, and I forgot my lunch so I haven’t eaten since morning. Worst of all, I ran into Sam this morning. He’s the school’s top wrestler, and we used to be friends back when we were kids. But then he moved away and started working out, while I gamed my life away. He tried to strike up a conversation, but I just walked away as quick as I could cause I really couldn’t handle hiding my giant crush on him today.

After I got my bag from my locker, I headed for the bathrooms. As I entered, there he was.. “Hey, Jack, how’ve you been? Why’d you ignore me in the cafeteria this morning?” Sam asked. “I know you space out sometimes, but you can’t tell me you didn’t hear me.” Oh my god, he was fixing his wrestling singlet. This is too much.

“H-hey Sam. It was nothing, I was just tired. We’d been in a lecture, and I just couldn’t really handle…” Shit, I can’t tell him that. “Handle what?” he asked. “N-n-nothing. I-I have to go..” I opened the door to go back to the hall, even though I hadn’t even done my business yet. “Hey, wait!” Sam called after me. I had already stepped back into the hallway and started speed walking towards the bicycle parking. I felt bad. That was the perfect moment to tell him how I feel. Why am I such a wuss…

As I cycled back home, I rode past what looked like a new thrift shop. Normally I didn’t really care for thrift shops, but I felt compelled to look into the shop window. There was a bunch of old junk, and a sign saying “There’s something here for every customer! Guaranteed!”. Well, one look couldn’t hurt. I entered the store, a little bell ringing as I walked through the door. “Hey there, handsome” a guy behind the counter said. “What brings you here?” Was he flirting with me? “Just browsing…” I said. “Ok, well, if you find anything let me know and I’ll give you a hand.” The guy winked at me. He was definitely flirting with me. Was it that obvious I’m gay, or is he just overconfident?

As I browsed through the store I came upon this little box. It said “Body, face, mind PERFECTION” on it. I don’t know why but I felt compelled to buy it. As I approached the guy behind the counter he said “aah, excellent choice! Those are some of my favorite supplies we have here.” I just couldn’t understand how he was so confident talking to people. “What’s your secret?” I asked maybe a little too bluntly. “Pardon?” “How are you so direct with people.. and how’d you know I’m gay?” “Ah, so that’s why the store called you here. Well, I’m direct with people cause I have a social mind set, and I didn’t know you’re gay, you just looked cute and I took a shot.” He said, smiling. “But don’t worry, if you’re having trouble with confidence, that box contains everything you need to feel more confident in your skin.” First he seemed a bit creepy, but now he actually seems like a pretty cool guy..

“Ok, well, thanks.” I said as I payed and walked out the door. I was growing kind of excited to see what’s in the box now! I hurried home to open it.

As I opened the box, there were three colored bracelets inside. What the hell? How’s that supposed to help me with confidence?! Do they expect me to just accessorize and suddenly feel more confident? What a rip off. There was a small booklet inside with the bracelets. It read “Thank you for choosing BFM PERFECTION. Just wear whichever bracelet corresponds to what you’re uncomfortable with in yourself and think of someone you admire. You’ll feel like them in no time!” What the hell was that even supposed to mean? Whatever, I’m just gonna go game the night away again and prepare for another miserable day at school..

As I woke up and got ready for school, I was feeling a bit more optimistic. Sure, I just wasted money on some bracelets, but it’s not like they cost me that much. I’ll just try on the green one for today, at least get some use out of them since throwing them out would be a waste. As I put it on it felt just like any old rope woven bracelet, but I also felt a bit warm in my head. Like sunlight raining over it. I put the little box with the other two in my bag, maybe I’d like to switch them out throughout the day. Anyway, let’s get to school.

The first few classes were boring as always. I never liked chemistry and physics. During the first break, I bumped into Sam again. Weirdly enough though, I didn’t feel so anxious as normal. “Hey, Jack, you finally ready to talk?” “Oh hey Sam, yeah sure, sorry about yesterday. I was feeling a bit anxious around you. In fact, there’s something I’ve wanted to say to you for a long time, but I’d prefer to do it a bit more privately. Is it ok if I come by your house this evening?” How was I being so chill with this? “Oh wow, uhm, yeah sure. I have practice this evening, but after that I’m free.” “Great, see you then, and don’t shower!” I said leisurely as I was walking away. “Haha, wait, what?”

What just happened? Did I just talk to Sam? Did I really just ask to come by his house? And he accepted?! What the hell is going on?? As I tried to confirm that this was reality and not some weird dream, I remembered the bracelets. It can’t be? They can’t really be magic or something? I rushed for my locker to check the box. On the cover, the word “Mind” was written in green. So the green bracelet changed my mindset… This was unreal. I felt weirded out, but also immensely happy. I didn’t feel insecure anymore, no more panic attacks when I have to interact with people! This is great!

Now I began to wonder though. The face and body bracelets.. would they really change my face and body? I took them out of the box and walked towards the bathrooms. I entered a stall, and tried on the red one, the body bracelet. As I put it on I felt hot all over. I started growing taller. I felt my pecs exploding, my arms ballooning in size. The changes continued downward, my abs popping out, forming a beautiful washboard set of abs. Then my cock got hit. God fuckin damn that felt good. It grew and grew, from my measily 4 inch pecker to a huge, thick rod which I could only guess was 10+ inches. My balls dropped and grew, filling with rich, ropey cum. Simultaneously, my body filled with a giant hit of testosterone. God I felt horny. My legs grew too, becoming huge yet refined. And lastly my feet expanded from a size 8 to a size 12.

Fuck man, I felt so horny. My cock was at full mast, and had a foreskin again. I couldn’t control myself and started jacking off furiously. I blew my load all over my abs, some of it even made it into my now curly hair. I gave it a taste, and it tasted amazing. Very sweet and sticky. God, this body was amazing, but I could never pass as myself with a body like this. Then I remembered what the booklet had said. “think of someone you admire, you’ll feel like them in no-time.” I decided to give it a try.

My first thought was Sam, but that was a bit risky as he was still in school here. But what about Derek? He’s the quarterback for the football team, and he wasn’t present during either chemistry or physics. Derek it is then. I focused on him, thinking of his amazing body. Not as amazing as what I had now, but compared to my standard body he was the hottest person imaginable. I’d actually had a crush on him too a while back, but as the realization set in that he’d never go out with a nerd like me I grew out of it. Ok, focus, Derek. Derek’s abs, his pecs, his gorgeous arms, that dick imprint. I felt hot again. As I opened my eyes, my body had shrunken quite a bit again. I was still very muscular, and attractive, just not as much as I was a few seconds ago. This was Derek’s physique. It had worked.

I checked myself out. Wow, Derek’s dick was actually a lot smaller than I had expected. 7 inches is still big, don’t get me wrong, but not nearly as big as I made it out to be from his bulge. I guess he’s not really much of a grower.

Alright, if I want to use this body, I gotta have the face to match. I slipped on the blue bracelet and thought of Derek’s face. His fuzzy beard, his unkept black hair, his piercing eyes, his thin yet luscious lips. As I opened my eyes again, I felt different, but couldn’t see exactly see if it had worked. I stepped out of the toilet stall and looked in the mirror. It had worked, I was Derek now. I felt warm in my head again. I suppose it’s the mind bracelet giving me Derek’s mannerisms and necessary memories.

Wow, I didn’t know Derek was bi. He’d always been so homophobic, but he’s actually fucking the linebacker in secret. What a surprise, but a welcome one. There’s football practice this evening too, might be fun to join in there to fill up the time while I wait for Sam. Maybe if there’s spare time I can fill up the linebacker too.

I went the rest of the day as Derek. I hung out with his friends as if they were mine, it felt great being so cocky and dominant. Not caring about what anyone thinks. This is the life bro. Hah, bro, never thought I’d use a term like that unironically. Football practice was great too, I loved getting a sweat on like this, and the stamina I had now, it feels insane. I even had time to fuck that tight little linebacker ass, and even after that I still didn’t feel tired! I decided to run to Sam’s place, and wouldn’t you know it, Sam actually does the same. It’s only two miles after all.

“Hey Derek, where are you off to?” Sam asked as he ran up to me. “Oh, I’m just doing a quick run after practice. Gotta keep the cardio up to be lean, right?” Sam laughed, I loved his laugh. It was a really cute, but also dominant laugh, and it just melts my heart. “Hey, uhm, this might be a weird question but do you like guys by any chance?” Sam asked. Wait, what’s going on here? “Uhh, well, I like a quick fuck sometimes, doesn’t matter if it’s a guy or a girl.” I awnsered, which was true, Derek’s memories made that pretty obvious. “Hah, ok, well, I was wondering if you could give me some advice. There’s this guy coming over tonight, and I kinda like him. He’s cute, and funny, and I want to ask him out. I feel like he’s gonna ask me the same tonight, but if he doesn’t I wanna be able to make the first move. Do you have any tips on asking out guys?”

No way. Sam’s actually into me? The real me, I mean? Wow, I didn’t expect that. “Well, uhh, Sam. In that case I have something important to say to you.. you kind of already asked him out.” “Huh? What do you mean?”. As he asked what I was talking about, I took off the face bracelet. My face reverted back to my own. “Jack?! What the hell? What’s going on?” Sam asked baffled. “Just let me explain okay? Maybe we’re better off discussing it at your house?” I asked. Sam stared for a moment, and then smiled. “Alright, race you there!”

That night, I explained everything to him. The bracelets, how they changed me, and how I’d spent the day as Derek. And how I had had a crush on him ever since he’d moved away. Sam was surprisingly understanding, and actually a bit turned on by the whole ordeal. And so was I. Not only was I extremely happy that I could finally be with Sam, we also realized that we could live out every fantasy we’d ever had together. With the bracelets, either of us could chance into whomever the other wanted, which meant we could have sex with whoever we wanted.

That night we made the most passionate sex imaginable. Thanks to the booklet that came with the bracelets, we learned that if you pour water over a bracelet while you’re changed, your current form will persist for 24 hours if you take the bracelets off.

With that in mind, we changed up whoever we were doing it with almost by the minute. I fucked Sam, Sam fucked me, I fucked Derek, Sam fucked Derek, Derek fucked me, I as Sam fucked myself, I was fucked by every member of the wrestling and football team I found remotely hot. It was amazing. It’s just sad I can’t stay as someone like Derek forever…

The next morning I woke up as Derek next to Sam. I loved Derek’s morning wood. “Good morning sleepyhead.” Sam taunted. I smiled and gave him a tender kiss. “It’s time I’d head back home. My parents are probably worried as to where I am.” “Wait babe, there’s something you need to see.” As Sam said that, he handed me a newspaper. The main title read: “unidentified teen dies in car crash”. The picture showed a black mustang burned out. “Wait, is that..?” “It’s Derek’s car, yes. I asked around, the only person he spoke to was Shaun. Shaun says Derek told him he was gonna practice his racing yesterday. But once he saw you at school, he thought Derek was done practicing. People think Derek’s not the one who died in the car crash because you were around at school yesterday!”

“So that means.. I can stay as Derek?” I asked, baffled at the situation. “Exactly babe, you can just stay as Derek if you want to. In the booklet there was also a way to make a body permanent, by pouring a drop of blood into each bracelet instead of water.” “I can’t believe it. I’m Derek..” I said, taking in the situation. “I’m DEREK!” I was ecstatic! I get to be the hunky football player Derek for as long as I want! “Babe, I love you so much!” I said to Sam. I gave him a kiss, which turned into a full on makeout session. My morning wood was raging, and so was his. I fucked him hard that morning, cumming deep inside him and making him carry my load the entire day. Marking my territory like a true alpha. Cause I’m Derek now.

[futuradiego]

Attack of the Evil Twin by Nemo -- Reprised

Originally written by Nemo in September 2011 and posted here: https://maletransformation.blogspot.com/2011/09/of-evil-twin-by-nemo.html

Jeff had been perfecting the suit for three months, each stolen scan adding another layer of accuracy to his masterpiece. The 3D scanner disguised as a bathroom air freshener. The fabric samples lifted from Tad's gym bag. The voice recordings captured during their gaming sessions, fed into synthesis software that ran while Jeff pretended to sleep. Every inch of his straight roommate had been catalogued, digitized, and rebuilt in high-grade silicone and embedded micro-sensors.

Tad didn't suspect a thing. Why would he? Jeff was the quiet one, the tech nerd who worked from home, who always had his rent on time and didn't complain when Tad brought girls back at two in the morning. Tad—all six-foot-two of chiseled, oblivious heterosexual perfection—barely registered Jeff's existence beyond the occasional "Yo, we're out of beer" or "Can you keep it down? I've got a Zoom call."

Tonight, Tad had a date. Some blonde from his CrossFit gym, the third this month. He'd spent forty minutes in the bathroom, the scent of his cologne seeping under the door and making Jeff's throat tight with want. When Tad finally emerged, wearing that fitted black polo that showcased his shoulders, Jeff had forced himself to look up from his laptop with practiced disinterest.

"See you later bro," Tad had said, flashing that cocky grin, checking himself in the hallway mirror one last time.

"Have fun," Jeff had replied, his voice steady despite the pounding in his chest.

The moment the front door closed, Jeff counted to thirty. Then he listened. Footsteps descending the stairs. The building's main door slamming. The growl of Tad's truck starting up in the parking lot.

Jeff waited until the deadbolt clicked home, the sound echoing in the empty apartment like a starter pistol. He didn't just walk to his room; he prowled. The adrenaline was already singing in his blood, a high-pitched whine that made his hands shake as he dragged the suitcase from the back of the closet.

He bypassed the gym bag and the backpack. He knew what he wanted.

He unzipped the unmarked holdall, the sound tearing through the silence. There it was. Not just a costume, but him. The suit lay in a heap of flesh-toned silicone, heavy and cool to the touch, a deflated, rubbery echo of the man who had just stormed out the door. Jeff ran a hand over the synthetic skin; it possessed a frighteningly realistic texture, complete with the microscopic ridges of pores and the faint, specifically engineered scent of musk and expensive body wash.

He stripped naked in seconds, his own scrawny, pale body looking pathetic next to the magnificent, empty husk on the bed.

Jeff sat at the head of the suit. He reached down, gripping the neck—the mouth of the beast—and stretched it wide. It resisted, the material thick and high-tensile, promising a skin-tight seal. He slid his legs in first, the interior of the suit slick with a pre-applied lubricant that felt cold against his skin.

Slurp. Slide.

He pushed his feet deep into the void, pointing his toes until they hit the solid, structured soles of Tad's feet. He wiggled his toes, feeling the phantom digits grip back. As he stood and shimmied the skin up his calves, he watched the transformation in real-time. His spindly shins vanished, swallowed by the thick, sculpted mass of Tad’s calves. He ran a hand over the new muscle; it wasn't hard plastic, but firm, yielding gel that moved like real flesh.

He pulled it higher, the suit snapping taut against his thighs. The sensation was overwhelming—a full-body compression that felt like a permanent hug from a stronger man.

Then came the hips. Jeff groaned, a low, shaky sound, as he forced his erection into the internal sheath. It was tight—tighter than any person—and as he slotted into place, the suit’s anatomy lined up with his own. He smoothed the silicone over his stomach, his fingers tracing the deep grooves of a six-pack he hadn't earned. He slapped the flat of his hand against the abs. Thwack. Solid.

He dove his arms into the sleeves, punching forward until his hands filled the gloves. The fingertips were the last to seat, the sensors connecting. He flexed his new, thick fingers, watching the tendons in the forearm ripple. It was perfect.

He took a deep breath, staring at the empty face of the mask lolling on his chest. This was it.

He grabbed the chin and the back of the neck, stretching the face wide. He tilted his head back and pulled. The world went dark for a second, a suffocating, rubbery embrace as the face slid over his own. It smelled of latex and stale air. He pressed down on the nose, the cheeks, the chin, forcing the air out.

Hiss... Pop.

The suit sealed. His vision cleared as the eyelids aligned. Jeff blinked, the movement feeling slightly heavy, distinct. He rolled his neck, feeling the thick column of the suit’s throat move with him.

He turned to the mirror.

Jeff was gone. Standing there, breathing hard, his chest heaving with borrowed lungs, was Tad. Jeff ran his hands down his own chest, tweaking a nipple and feeling the sensation travel through the synthetic nerve endings to his own skin. He grabbed his own ass, squeezing the glutes, marveling at the sheer power radiating from the reflection.

"Holy shit," he whispered. The voice wasn't his. It was deeper, resonant, vibrating in his new, thick chest.

Jeff laughed, the sound booming in the small room. He looked at his own reflection with a hunger that was barely human.

"Told you I'd make it up to you, bro."

Jeff—no, Tad—stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning slowly, watching the way the overhead light carved shadows across the ridges of his abdomen. He flexed, watching the biceps peak, the forearm veins pop. He ran his tongue across his teeth, feeling the slight chip in the left incisor from a high school football injury he'd never experienced.

He grabbed his new cock through the Nike waistband, squeezing, feeling the weight and heat of it. The suit transmitted every sensation, filtered through its neural mesh, and Jeff gasped at the feedback. He was harder than he'd ever been in his life, straining against the athletic fabric.

"Fuck," he breathed in Tad's voice, and the sound made him leak.

He pulled the waistband down, watching Tad's thick cock spring free in the mirror. He wrapped his new, bigger hand around it, and the sight—Tad jerking himself off, that cocky expression replaced with raw, desperate need—nearly made him come on the spot.

But no. Not yet. Not here.

Jeff released himself and pulled the shorts back up, adjusting the obvious bulge. He crossed to Tad's room—his room, for tonight—and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. Jeff scrolled through the apps until he found what he was looking for, opening Grindr.

Jeff opened the camera, getting ready to update his profile. He angled the phone, finding the light, and snapped a photo. Shirtless, one arm raised behind his head, the abs on full display, the shorts riding low enough to show the deep V disappearing beneath the waistband. Tad's face set in a neutral, almost challenging expression.

He typed a caption: Finally ready to admit what I want. Discreet. Your place. Now.

He created a fresh profile. No face pic in the grid—just the body shot. Username: "TadCurious."

He watched the phone light up within seconds. Message after message, each one more desperate than the last.

Jeff selected one—thirty-two, conventionally attractive, half a mile away, profile promising "clean, drama-free, can host"—and typed: Address?

The response was instant.

Jeff pulled on one of Tad's shirts from his hamper, a thin gray V-neck that clung to every muscle, and spritzed himself liberally with Tad's cologne. He called a car with uber, pulling one of Tad's watches and a one of his many rings, still not having access to Tad's actual wallet, phone, or car. Jeff caught his reflection one more time in the hallway mirror on his way out.

"Thanks for the loan, bro," Jeff whispered, and Tad's lips curved into a smile that the real Tad would never wear.

The door clicked shut behind him, and Jeff descended into the night wearing his roommate's skin, his roommate's face, his roommate's body that would finally—finally—turn heads at the bar, draw hungry stares from men Tad would never look twice at.

By morning, Tad would be back from his date, none the wiser. His watch would be back on the dresser. His cologne bottle barely lighter. His shirt returned to the hamper, carrying new secrets in its fibers.

But Jeff would remember every lingering glance, every touch offered to a body that didn't belong to him. For now, that was enough—to be wanted as Tad, to inhabit the desire the real Tad didn't even know existed.

The wallet could wait. The phone, the keys, the truck—all of it could wait.

Tonight was just reconnaissance.

But as Jeff felt Tad's powerful stride carry him toward the street, felt the cool night air on borrowed skin, he was already cataloging. Already planning. Already imagining the next time he'd zip himself into perfection.

And the time after that.

[lvxrvi]

[apushforfolly]

Von dances in the bathroom as he celebrates the cash he just earned tonight. He just took advantage of that small, weak-looking gay nerd for being so enamored by him that the nerd actually paid $5000 just to talk to him all night. Sure, it was boring as fuck, but for Von, money is money. Being an escort means that you have to put your foot down for anything that disrespects your boundaries. Since he's straight and homophobic, it makes him puke to accompany a gay man, but he makes sure that he's just going to be their escort for the night and nothing more. Anything other than being a company is strictly forbidden for him. Sure, they could cop a feel, but only to his muscles. Von demands that they should respect him for being straight or he will walk. He usually charges $400 per hour since he knows he's a prime meat for any desperate cougars or lonely faggot out there. But tonight, the heaven seemed to smile upon him when he met Fredrick.

Fredrick reached out to him through the app, asking Von if he could accompany the gay nerd to a highschool reunion, and pretend to be his boyfriend. At first, Von doesn't want to accept it at first since his identity as a high-end escort is too good just to be a pretend boyfriend for the night. He secretly laughed when he read the message but decided to humor the faggot a little bit. Von said that Frederick should provide him with a script to follow about their fake relationship, clothes to wear for the event, and cover expenses for his travel along with a rate of $1000 per hour since it will take an effort to pretend like that. Von's eyes bulged when Fredrick immediately agreed on the terms and asked for Von's sizes and address. Von, who was too caught up in the moment, hesitantly agreed after making sure that no sexual activity can happen other than kisses for show. Fredrick accepted the second condition which irrated Von a little bit.

Earlier tonight, Von arrived at the hotel room that Fredrick pmhas reserved for him and see the suit prepared on top of the bed. Von just took a deep breath as he internalized his role for the night while getting. At exactly 7 pm, Von saw a black limo pulling into the driveway for him. Inside, he saw Fredrick for the first time and realized why the faggot was willing to go through great lengths just to have Von. The guy looks around 5'2", thick rimmed glasses, thin as a stick, and has this look of an injured puppy in his eyes. Von saw an opportunity as he raised his rate from $1000 up to $1500. Fredrick tried to say something but Von reasons out that the reunion is just a 2-hour event and he won't get properly compensated for that short time. Fredrick reluctantly agreed again as they start heading to the venue.

All throughout the drive, Fredrick just kept on talking and talking about his personal since he wanted Von to be an expert about him in order to play the role of the perfect, doting boyfriend. Von just rolls his eyes as Fredrick spoke that Von needed to be chill and look relaxed so that no one would suspect his identity. As they arrive, Fredrick continued to talk Von's ears off as they settle in a corner table. Von thought about how posing as Fredrick's boyfriend is such a waste of time since no one even talked to the faggot. The two of them are like wallflowers as Fredrick just kept on droning about being chill and letting him do the thinking. Von wanted to just bounce from this shit hole but he felt a little guilty for abandoning the faggot who already spent too much on him.

Suddenly, Von snaps awake when Fredrick tapped on his shoulder, saying that they're back at the hotel and the reunion is over. Von looked at his sterling silver watch and saw that 2 hours have already passed. Fredrick handed the $5000 in cash into Von's hands as it made him so fucking happy that he even got a tip. Von immediately head back into his room as he really wanted to take a shower before sleeping. As he entered his room, he stripped naked before picking up his phone from his pants, joining into a Skype call, turning on the front camera on his phone, and head straight into the shower. Von dances will enthusiasm and glee as he feels like he hit a jackpot today. He earned so much without needing to decline his client's offer for sex. As he dries his body with a soft towel, Von swears that he thinks he heard someone telling him to go to bed, jerk his cock, and don't cum until he was allowed to. But just as the thought surfaces in his mind, he immediately dismisses it and head out of the bathroom while whistling. He didn't even bother to cover himself or to dry his hair. He just flops down on the bed, start jerking his cock with his right hand, while his left hand holds his phone so that it's seeing him jerking himself.

After some time, Von feels that he should be cumming by now but can't seem to be able to. So he just continues masturbating his cock as it gets pleasurable by each second. Von didn't even bother to turn his head when the door to his room opens and locks closed. Von looks up to his phone as he sees that he's the only one left in the Skype call. He ends the call and places his phone on the bedside table on his left. He lets go of his cock as he pants his breath while laying on his back on the bed like a starfish. Then, Von feels something ribbed and tight fucking itself on his magnificent 10-inch long and 7-inch thick cock. Von just throws his head back on the pillow as he rocks his hips up and down to meet the engulfing tightness. Von's eyes shoot open when he learns that he can cum now, but cumming will make him aware of what's really happening. With a night roar, Von let's out his load and every drop of sperm residing in his balls. Von then realizes that he just breeders Fredrick. He slowly focuses his gaze on Fredrick on top of him as he feels his chest starts beating so hard and so fast.

"Fuck, baby. You all of me so well. I love you so fucking much, baby. Can I just stay as your trophy kept stud?" Von asks Fredrick as the smaller man leans forward to kiss him on the lips, and pulling away after a minute of French kissing.

"Well, of course you can, babe. You know that I would do anything for you right?" Fredrick responds, making Von swell with love and pride as he pulls Fredrick so that the smaller man will fall on top of him and he can piston Fredrick's ass like he would always do.

[ppssession]

“Forest Story”

Hello, we are A.J., one of the employees of the Mystic Shop. Today, I will introduce a place where we often carry out our operations. Somewhere in the world lies a beautiful natural forest that attracts countless tourists. But little do they know, hidden within that forest are creatures capable of possessing and controlling human bodies.

The creatures living in that forest are driven by instinct to take over the bodies of whatever beings appear the strongest and most impressive at that moment. Their primary targets are human males. Why not give an example?

(We have even captured, trained, and sold many of them ourselves. Also, a certain kind of energy within that forest greatly strengthens the process of possession and other supernatural abilities there.)

Start with this case: did you know that for hiking enthusiasts, a face mask is a staple? But little did they know, a unique forest leech was hiding within that very mask. The moment they covered their mouth, it lunged in, instantly taking over their body. It even grew fond of its new human form.

Wow, so the solution is just to check your face mask thoroughly for anything suspicious, right? Yes, that’s one way to survive—but don't forget, humans have far more entry points than just the mouth."

Take this man, for example—he made sure to check his face mask before putting it on. But sadly, the forest entity’s drive to possess a human body was far stronger than just entering through the mouth. A tiny insect buzzed at high speed and darted straight into his ear. Naturally, he soon grew dizzy, and by the time a good Samaritan rushed to his aid, the entity controlling his body had already taken full command.

Now, let’s shift the scenery a bit. A hike wouldn't be complete without a waterfall, right? And, of course, something is already waiting for you there."

Do you see those white rocks and the cascading water? Of course you don't—because those aren't rocks at all, but white worms with a high refractive index. When submerged, they are practically invisible. And don't worry about the man in the photo; those white worms have squared, specialized mouths designed to bore into human skin. He’s likely already been possessed and is currently enjoying his new body.

Oh, and speaking of trips, you surely wouldn't want to miss out on taking photos. But you really should be careful in this forest; keep your photo sessions brief. Because if you linger too long, you’re just handing over another perfect opportunity for them to take over."

He lingered a bit too long, creating the perfect opportunity for the white worm to dart straight into his ear. He realized what was happening and let out a blood-curdling scream as it burrowed into his brain. It’s a pity he wasn’t strong enough to fight it off. As his body convulsed, a new version of him stood up and continued walking, wearing a sinister grin of victory.

Wow, you think the living creatures in this forest are terrifying and dangerous, don't you? Well, don't you worry, my dear—the things that aren't alive are just as lethal. Yes, I am talking about ghosts

Playtime has its limits. When the man in the photo insisted on trekking through the forest at night, off the designated trails, he was essentially granting the forest spirits permission to use his body however they pleased. This is the final photo he took while still in control, right before a ghost sat down and overlapped with his essence. His body convulsed for a brief moment, then a smile of pure delight appeared—the spirit now ready to spend its time exploring its new vessel.

Furthermore, even the indigenous tribes hiding skillfully within the deep woods—while unable to possess you—can turn you into a leather outfit or a bodysuit. They are particularly fond of solo hikers. Their methods are so chillingly efficient that you’ll surely find our shop’s products far less terrifying by comparison.

It is truly tragic. The man in the photo had come to scout the trail alone, hoping to prepare for his friends arriving in just two days. The tribe saw their chance; they abducted him and turned him into a living bodysuit.

Following that, the tribe member wore the young man's body like a second skin. However, his eagerness to show off this 'new look' started to raise suspicions among the victim's friends—they couldn't understand why he was so obsessed with displaying himself.

Oh, you probably think all of this is terrifying and dangerous, but that it’s fine as long as you just stay out of the forest, right? That everything on the outskirts, in the towns beside the woods or the mountains, is safe? Of course, it’s so safe—the people in the towns next to the forest are incredibly friendly... except for those few who have discovered and mastered the dark arts of possession they brought back from the woods."

Some travelers—like the one in the photo—don't even make it to the forest. He was possessed by a local while he was just stepping into a restroom. Before he could even brace himself, the villager used one of those techniques from the forest and lunged into his body. The man in the photo stumbled backward, desperately trying to fight off the entity invading his skin, but, as always, he stood no chance against the ways of possession. He became just another villager enjoying a 'fresh start.'

And here’s the thing: the 'Will of the Forest' can actually distinguish which bodies are already occupied, so there’s no double-possession. However, fighting over a body that is already possessed still happens from time to time. That’s all I have for you today. See you later, folks...

Ding-ding!

A notification sound chimes. I open the message and a smile spreads across my face.

Wow, we just received a message from one of our lovely customers who just succeeded in a possession on their hiking trip. He’s a guy who was desperate for a hot new life. Let me show you his text."

Thank you so much, the store’s products are of such high quality! This is the body I’m currently inhabiting. I’ve had my eye on him ever since I first saw him in town.

When he went down into the water, I used your product that transformed me into a slime. I blended in with the water, and once I was close enough, I lunged my slime form right toward his crotch. I forced my way into his genitals. He moaned while I was possessing him; it didn't take long for me to completely merge into his body. He seemed to convulse during the takeover, which made a few people nearby concerned, but soon enough, I reached his brain. I had successfully possessed his body in the blink of an eye

"I stood there, showing off my hot new body. Ah... f*ck, this feels so good. I snuck behind a secluded rock, pulled out his thick, heavy member, and indulged myself. It was so hard to stifle my moans so no one else would hear. Soon, it began to tense up, twitching faster and harder. The climax was building, and when I finally hit it, I let out a soft groan behind the rock. I then emerged from behind the stone in my new body, as if nothing had ever happened.

I’ll say it again—this body is absolutely incredible. Your shop's products are outstanding; I'll definitely keep you in mind for the future

I'm on my way back from the trip now, and I’m going to need a memory-extraction potion and a skill-mimicry serum to live this life to its fullest. Please have them ready for me—I’ll pay you handsomely for them.

For now, while I’m on my way back, I’m going to enjoy this handsome face, this hot physique, and this massive c*ck. See you at the shop when I arrive."

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And that concludes today's extra segment, everyone. I really have to go now—I’ve shared so much information with you today. See you next time... A.J. (Mystic Shop Employee).

Postscript: Hey, it's been a while. I’m not going to make excuses, but I’m going to make them anyway—I haven’t been posting many stories because I’ve been lazy. But it’s not like I wasn't writing; I have been, but most of them only get to about 60-70% finished and then I just don’t feel like finishing them, hehe. Anyway, I’ll try to keep posting stories. I have one or two actual short story projects in the works, so I’ll see how those go. See you in the next story. Bye! 🫡

[max-the-many]

"Come on. Take the mask already."...

[bodythiefsblog]

DADDY SWAP

Ethan had always been the quiet genius in the back of the classroom—sixteen, skinny, glasses perpetually sliding down his nose. While his classmates chased girls and parties, he chased impossible ideas in his garage workshop. He only had one friend: Jake, who was much more handsome, but very kind to him.

The ring was his masterpiece: a simple silver band etched with microscopic circuits he’d printed himself. One press of the hidden activation node, a handshake, and bodies swapped. The target’s mind slid into his old shell, blissfully unaware anything had changed, and kept living their life exactly as before. Ethan’s mind poured into the new body, memories, urges, and all flooding in like a dam breaking. And he could take the ring with him every single time. He’d tested it on stray cats first. It worked. Perfectly.

Tonight was the night he stopped playing with animals.

Jake’s dad—Mr. Reynolds—was everything Ethan had jerked off to in secret for two years. Forty-two, ex-college linebacker gone slightly softer but still thick with muscle. Broad shoulders stretching every dress shirt, dark chest hair curling at the collar, and that ass… God, that ass. Two heavy, rounded globes that filled out his khakis like they were painted on, the seam digging right between them whenever he bent over to grab a beer from the fridge. Ethan’s mouth watered every time Mr. Reynolds walked past. He’d caught himself staring so many times he was sure Jake would notice, but Jake never did. Jake just thought his nerdy best friend was awkward.

They were in the Reynolds’ living room after a Friday night pizza run. Jake had gone upstairs to grab his phone charger, leaving Ethan alone with his dad for thirty glorious seconds.

“Nice to see you, kid,” Mr. Reynolds said, standing up from the couch with that deep, rumbling voice that vibrated straight down Ethan’s spine. He offered a big, calloused hand. “You two staying out of trouble?”

Ethan’s heart hammered. His palm was slick with sweat as he reached out. “Always, sir.”

The moment their hands clasped, Ethan thumbed the tiny node on the inside of the ring.

A jolt—like static electricity but deeper—ripped through both of them. The world tilted. Colors inverted for half a second. Then it was over Ethan blinked. And he was looking down at himself.

No—looking down at his old body. Skinny arms, baggy hoodie, glasses crooked. The body that used to be his was already smiling politely at Mr. Reynolds—no, at the empty air where Mr. Reynolds had been standing. The old Ethan (now housing Mr. Reynolds’ mind) gave a casual wave.

“See you later. Pizza was great.”

And just like that, the old Ethan turned and walked upstairs like nothing in the universe had changed. Mr. Reynolds’ personality was still driving it—same easy laugh, same dad jokes queued up, same total ignorance that anything had happened.

Ethan (now inside Mr. Reynolds) stood frozen in the living room, staring at his own retreating back.

Holy fuck. It worked.

The first thing he noticed was weight. Real weight. His new arms hung heavy at his sides, biceps thick even at rest. The chest was massive, pectorals pushing against the thin cotton of the polo shirt. And between his legs… Jesus. A heavy, soft cock and low-hanging balls shifted inside loose boxers, already starting to thicken from the sheer thrill of the swap.

He flexed one hand experimentally. Thick fingers. Veins. Dark hair dusting the knuckles.

Then he felt it—the ass. Mr. Reynolds’ legendary ass. Ethan reached back slowly, heart pounding, and cupped both cheeks through the khakis. They overflowed his palms. Heavy. Round. So fucking plush yet firm. The seam of the pants was wedged tight between them, and the moment he squeezed, a low groan tore out of his new throat.

“Fuck… this is mine now,” he whispered, voice deep and gravelly.

Memories hit him like a freight train. Mr. Reynolds’ memories. The gym at 5 a.m. every morning. The way sweat soaked his tank top and made his chest hair mat down. The pride he felt when he caught his reflection in the locker-room mirror—thick traps, wide back, that shelf of an ass that made even straight guys do double-takes.

But those memories were background noise now. Ethan was in control. He locked the front door with a click, then walked straight to the downstairs bathroom, pants already tenting obscenely. The mirror showed him everything he’d fantasized about for years: square jaw dusted with stubble, thick neck, dark happy trail disappearing under the waistband.

Ethan yanked the polo off in one motion. The chest that stared back was obscene—slabs of muscle covered in a thick pelt of black hair that swirled around dark nipples already pebbled hard. He ran both hands through it, tugging, and his new cock jerked so hard it slapped against his abs.

“Goddamn,” he growled in that perfect baritone.

He shoved the khakis down next. The ass—his ass now—jiggled as the fabric peeled away. Two pale, hairy globes, perfectly round, the crack deep and shadowed. He turned sideways in the mirror and watched them bounce when he flexed. The sight made his mouth flood with spit.

He spit right into his palm and reached back. One thick finger slid between the cheeks, brushing over the tight, virgin pucker that had never been touched by anyone but its original owner. A jolt of pleasure shot straight to his cock.

“Oh my fucking God…”

He pushed inside, knuckle-deep, and the ring of muscle clamped down like it was starving. The sensation was nothing like his old skinny body. This ass was built for taking—hot, silky, greedy. He worked a second finger in, scissoring, while his other hand wrapped around the massive cock jutting out in front of him. Nine thick inches, veiny, leaking precum in fat ropes down the shaft.

He fucked himself on his own fingers, hips rolling, watching the reflection of Mr. Reynolds’ body debase itself in the bathroom mirror. The heavy balls swung with every thrust. Chest hair matted with sweat. That perfect ass swallowing his fingers to the hilt.

“Mine,” he panted, voice hoarse. “This hairy fucking ass is mine. This cock. These tits. All fucking mine.”

He came so hard his knees buckled. Thick jets of cum splattered the mirror, the sink, even the floor—Mr. Reynolds’ potent load, rope after rope, while his new hole spasmed around his fingers like it was trying to milk them.

When the last shudder faded, Ethan pulled his fingers free with a wet pop, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean, savoring the musky taste that was now legally his.

He wiped the mirror with a towel, flushed the evidence, and pulled the khakis back up. The fabric hugged his ass like a second skin again, the seam nestling right where it belonged.

Upstairs, he could hear his old body laughing at something on Jake’s phone. Perfect. Mr. Reynolds’ mind was still playing the role of clueless dad, none the wiser.

Ethan smirked in the mirror, adjusted the silver ring on his thick finger, and gave his reflection a slow, dirty wink.

“Time to go upstairs and see what else this body can do,” he murmured.

Ethan turned from the mirror, the thick bulge in his khakis still half-hard and throbbing against the fabric. The silver ring gleamed on his meaty finger as he adjusted it, a wicked grin splitting Mr. Reynolds’ stubbled face. He already knew exactly which room he was heading to first.

The master bedroom.

He padded upstairs on heavy, powerful legs, the khakis hugging every inch of his stolen ass like a lover’s hands. Each step made the cheeks bounce and rub together, the seam grinding deliciously against his still-wet hole. He could hear faint laughter from Jake’s room down the hall—his own old voice cracking dad jokes while Jake snorted—but Ethan didn’t even glance that way. Jake was busy hanging out with “Ethan.” Perfect. Let the clueless swap keep playing pretend. This body was his now, and he had bigger, filthier plans.

The master bedroom door clicked shut behind him. Ethan locked it, heart hammering in the broad chest. Mr. Reynolds’ room smelled like him—musky cologne, faint sweat, laundry detergent. The king-sized bed was still unmade from that morning. Ethan’s new cock surged back to full mast just from the sight.

He stripped fast, yanking the polo over his head again, khakis and boxers shoved down in one motion. The heavy dick slapped up against his hairy abs with a meaty thwack, already drooling fresh precum. He kicked everything aside and stood naked in front of the full-length mirror on the closet door.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he growled in that deep baritone, running both hands over the thick pelt covering his chest. He pinched his dark nipples hard, twisting until they ached, then slid his palms lower, over the ridges of abs gone slightly soft with age but still powerful. Lower still, until he was cupping the heavy, low-hanging balls and stroking the fat nine-inch cock in long, lazy pulls.

But it was the ass he wanted most.

Ethan turned, planted his feet wide, and bent forward slightly, arching his back like he’d seen Mr. Reynolds do a hundred times in the locker room of his memories. The mirror gave him the perfect view: two massive, hairy globes spreading apart, the deep crack shadowed and inviting. The tight pink pucker winked at him, still slick from his own spit and cum.

“Fuck, look at you,” he whispered, voice thick with lust. “That perfect dad ass… all mine.”

He spit into his palm again—twice this time—and reached back. Two thick fingers sank in easy, then three, stretching the greedy ring wide. The burn was perfect, the fullness making his cock jump and leak in heavy ropes onto the carpet. He scissored them deep, knuckle-fucking himself savagely while he watched in the mirror, hips rolling like a whore, ramming those three fingers in hard and fast, twisting viciously with every brutal thrust.

“Deeper… c’mon, you hairy bastard, take it,” he panted, fingers pistoning mercilessly, stretching the hole open wider with raw, aggressive force. His free hand reached around and jerked his cock in rough, sloppy strokes, thumb smearing the endless flow of precum over the fat head.

Memories flooded in again—Mr. Reynolds jerking off in this exact room, late at night after his wife was asleep, thinking about nothing in particular while his big hand worked that same cock. But now it was Ethan in charge, and he was thinking about everything. About bending over this bed and taking a real cock from some hot, muscled stranger at the gym. About dropping to his knees in a dark locker room and letting another hairy daddy wreck this ass until he couldn’t walk straight. About walking around the house like this every day, cock swinging, ass jiggling, owning every inch.

He kept slamming those three fingers in savagely, faster, harder, the wet slapping sounds filling the room as his hole clenched and fluttered around the rough invasion.

“Fuuuuck yes,” he groaned, loud enough he hoped someone might hear it through the wall and never know it was really his nerdy best friend making Mr. Reynolds moan like a slut. He fucked his own ass harder, three fingers buried to the hilt and pounding without mercy, while his other hand flew on his cock. The heavy balls slapped against his forearm with every thrust. Sweat matted the thick chest hair. His ass cheeks rippled and clapped as he rammed his fingers in and out.

The orgasm hit like a freight train. Ethan roared—deep, guttural, pure dad-voice—as his cock erupted. Thick, white ropes blasted across the mirror, the bed, the floor, painting everything in Mr. Reynolds’ potent load. His hole clamped and spasmed around his buried fingers, milking them like it wanted to keep them forever.

When it finally stopped, he was shaking, gasping, covered in sweat and cum. Slowly he pulled his fingers free with a wet, obscene pop, brought the slick digits to his mouth, and licked them clean, tasting the musky, filthy flavor of the body he now owned.

He wiped the mirror again, straightened up, and looked at his reflection—Mr. Reynolds’ body flushed, cock still half-hard and dripping, ass red and open from the savage fingering.

Ethan smirked, adjusted the ring on his thick finger, and licked a stray drop of cum from his lips.

[samsm2mstories]

The body Roulette

Recently, Thedarkoverlord on Discord had an amazing idea of using a bodyswap roulette, which 22 of us signed up for.

There was a catch: once you swapped, you were sealed in that body for life. Sounds like a good deal? The only catch is that you might end up in a body you weren't expecting.

-- My story --

I'm Sam, aged 35, from the UK, and I had a fantastic career before embarking on my new career. Rough start in life, but turned it around later on, came out gay later on, which was great.

You see, I was more of a dad-style build, with a short blond cut and green eyes. Maybe not to everyone's taste, but who cares. I'm happy, stable in life and health-wise. Yes, I could lose weight, which I intend to do in my own time, no pressure.

This roulette idea sounds great, I was changing a lot in my life and experience, hoping to feel something more exotic in life.

The draw happened.. I got @zeuswap029

Something weird happened that night; all the entrants thought it was just roleplay, but the dark overlord had something more sinister in mind.

I woke up feeling tired. It was 2.30am, and the air felt warm. I opened my eyes, and everything was off. My body!! What the actual fuck???

I was tanned, smooth, and short. My hands were very soft, and my chest! It was smooth, hairless, absolutely perfect. My feet were small, but the bulge, my new cock was smaller!

I jumped out of bed and ran towards the mirror. I was now boyish or twinkish-looking. This warm air and seeing this body was turning me on, I felt memories, and I learnt I was now a Filipino living out in the Philippines.

Exotic, I dreamed of, but being an exotic twink? This worried me as my body was desired by many; a cute twink like me will get checked out a lot. The attention will drive me crazy, considering how much I remember Benji loves sex with his BF.

Fuckk I got a boyfriend who tops me, this is going to be awkward when I see him. I must act exactly like Benji, but in any case, I will have to embrace the bottom life.

This body ain't actually bad at all. I dreamed of having a man like this, but instead I was gifted this body.

I was touching myself all over, exploring my naked new body, and it felt incredible. I was edging so much, but I couldn't resist it. I lost like 16 years and now 21 in this new country. I was studying and in my 3 year out of 5 at university.

FUCKKK I'm at university studying, I can't deal with this, I hated my studies, and now I have to continue studying as Benji. The long commute at 3am each working day, the hot weather, sweat on my smooth skin, and my ass showing well in my shorts.

Living at home again! This is life, yes, there might be some negatives, but more positives. I got to live my life all over again as a cute bottoming Filipino.

The roulette did me great.

After the long day, I had to explore my body at home. My parents were gone, so I tried out a sex toy and plunged it into my tight hole. The pleasure was fucking immense as I exploded so many loads over my chest and rubbed it in.

The bliss is so good.....

Enjoy this posing selfie!

[bradpastry24]

Justice is Delicious

There was a man named John who worked as a car mechanic, he liked to ride cars but preferred motorcycles. He was what you would call a sort of sigma male, he lead by example rather than by authority, he was a fair and regulated man.

John grew up from an abusive household where his father would berate him for any reason. It got even worst when he passed puberty and realized he didn’t just like girls, but guys also. Being foresightful, he left home to build his life and even started going to the gym. He had a calm, no bullshit, dominant personality and a sense of justice. He was knowledgeable and had many experiences despite only being 21.

There was a top police officer who was a prick, he believed himself to be an Alpha male and to be fair he had to looks. He trained regularly and kept in shape. Even in his early years he was skilled in Boxing and other fighting skills, but he mostly got by on his need to dominate and rule. This eventually got him in a high position being in charge of the department granting him many connections even with the judge. He was a corrupt man who hated homosexual.

His name was no other than Grant.

Every was visibly intimidated by him except John who show little emotion to Grant intimidation. which would make him livid. So he continued to provoke him anytime he got the chance even outside of work. It didn’t help that both went to the same gym when he would at times mess with his stuff to disorient him.

One particular day, Grant pulled John over and said. You know why I pulled you over. Grant said smuggly.

You drove 1 mile over, Grant said. Ok, John said after breathing quietly.

Grant in a voice of authority asked for his license and proceeded to look up any failed registration or faults to use against him but was clear and returned back to the car.

Alright you’re good to go, but next time drive carefully. Grant said. Also have you inspected your plate and back lights. Yes and I recently had them renewed. John said casually. Well you need to fix it, because it’s broken. He then left and broke the lights and handed him the license plate and left him.

After the gym he was walking at night to ride his motorcycle across the street and he ran into Grant again.

Oh look who I see here, someone looks like there get a little after rush tonight. Grant said.

John tried to continue back to his bike, he didn’t need to respond, plus Grant wasn’t in uniform, but Grant went further to attack his personal space and pushed him. He proceeded to mock him going further than ever before to provoke him. It was at this time, John fuel with wrath wanted revenge.

One day John use his knowledge and experience of astral projection and later approach Grant seeing him sitting at a water well. So excited that he finally gets to put this to the test, he thought.

John then projected himself from his body into the ignorant cop. Now he has finally attain justice, he than starts picking up his old body and take home to preserve in a safe place while he parade the cops body and checking it out.

As he spends time, in the body he also gains access to his memories. John realizes that the cop is a unawakened homosexual and has some sort of obsession with him that transcended hatred and admiration, maybe even a man crush.

Nonetheless, he became his obsession as they always do in the end.

Whether it was to have gay sex to ruin the cops reputation by getting a tinder account or gay bars, John(Grant) was finally able his wish “granted”. It’s true what they say, “Justice is Delicious”.

The picture are not mine and the story is the made by Bradpastry24, the video can be found on YouTuber MalePossession who I give credit to.

Please enjoy and thank you.

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Stealing the life of my best friend's father

-Hey dad, pizza and movie tonight? - said Andrew, my friend, now son, to me.

- Yeah, let me finish this and I'll order it - I smiled at him.

Andrew doesn't know his best friend has been controlling every movement and word his father has made and said in the last year. The best year of my life.

There is no point on telling him, though. I am pretty sure I was erased from existence.

...

One evening, Andrew and I we were playing with his PS5 in his house as usual. Then everything went dark for a moment and went back to normal, like someone turned off all the light and turned it on again.

I looked at my friend. He was playing online with other people. My joystick and drink disappeared.

-Dude, where's my joystick? - I said disoriented

No answer, he kept playing online. I kept trying and again, no answer.

I tried waving a hand in front of him to annoy him, and to my horror something finally happened. Andrew opened his mouth and it was like it was a vacuum absorbing me. I couldn't resist the suction. Then blackness again.

When I opened my eyes I was wearing my friend's clothes and he was nowhere to be found. Weird.

-Andrew?- I shouted. I sounded just like him.

No answer.

-This isn't funny, dude - I said irritated.

I turned off the TV and saw my reflection. I WAS Andrew.

-WHAT THE FUCK!?

Then someone opened the door.

...

-Andrew? Why are you yelling? - Andrew's father asked me.

"Did he just called me Andrew?" I was freaking out.

- I... I'm not Andrew, I'm...- then it hit me, I couldn't remember my name.

I started to feel dizzy.

The father gave me a worried look and approached me, putting his big hands on my shoulders, reassuring me. He looked directly into my eyes. Our faces were close.

I had mixed feelings. I was freaking out not remembering my name and being in my friend's body... that couldn't be real... But at the same time, I was trying to keep my cool and not look into Andrew's father eyes.

I always have had a crush on Scott Harris, Andrew's father, so feeling his gaze, his breath and the heat of his hands made something awoken between my borrowed legs, and I tried my best to hide it.

- Son, you know you can tell me anything.

- But... I am... - again I couldn't say my name.

Andrew's father tried to be calm and supportive, maybe he thought his son was coming out to him.

- Come here son - he said while hugging me with his strong arms, a little too strong. I felt my erected dick rub against one of his father's legs.

I moaned, exiting abruptly from my friends body.

I saw Andrew's father ear and the same vacuuming effect happened again.

...

I looked at my friend unconscious with a hard on in the sofa while I was adapting to my new height.

- So this isn't a joke - I said trying my new voice- Fuck, I'm possessing Scott Harris

The realization of taking control of the body I've been lusting for years hit me. I felt how the enormous dick that helped produce my best friend was wakening up. I massaged it a little, but a snore of my friend made me realize that wasn't the place.

I left my "son" rest, and walked to the master bedroom feeling how my incredibly big dick was bouncing against my muscular thighs inside the gym shorts. Scott wasn't wearing any underwear that day. Good.

...

After locking the door, I removed the blue T-shirt I was wearing and started massaging my sculpted chest feeling the hairs in it in front of a mirror.

I felt how my dick was starting to precum, so it was time to take care of that. I removed the black gym shorts and stared for a moment at Scott Harris naked body, MY naked body.

-Fuck, Scott your dick is bigger than what I could imagine- I said while starting to massage it.

A loud moan escaped my mouth. It was so sensitive.

Hearing the mature moan and seeing my friend's father moaning in the mirror only made me even more hard.

I pumped my borrowed dick faster and faster with my big hands, every moan more loud than the last, until my legs tensed and with a powerful roar I covered the mirror with a torrent of cum.

...

Before I could lick it I heard a knock in the door.

-Da... Dad? Are you alright? - my now son asked.

To this day I still think Andrew was so disoriented after my possession, that he didn't realize that his father was masturbating.

- Yeah Andrew- I said recovering my breath but at the same time excited to explore more of my friend's father body- I'm going to take a shower.

I smirked to my mirror reflection covered in cum.

...

After a really long shower, explorating the backside of this body and another load of cum released, I started to ponder what happened with my life but seeing this reflection in the bathroom mirror made me not care.

I tried to leave this body and successfully exited through the same ear. I didn't see a reflection of me in the mirror.

Seeing my friend's dad unconscious and naked was irresistible, so I went back but this time through his ass.

The vacuum effect happened and I was pulling the strings of this man again, massaging my pecs.

-Fuck, I'm sorry Scott but I'm not leaving you any time soon. - I smirked while removing the towel, ready for the third round.

...

Three months after the possession

I was so satisfied with Scott's life that I didn't need to possess other bodies. I came out as gay to my son, and I started fucking and being fucked around town.

Thanks to his memories I lived his life easily, with some changes of course.

One day at the gym, I was checking out a guy's ass, fantasizing about going behind him, rubbing my dick against his ass and suggesting him to come with me to the showers.

Then the guy looked at me and smiled.

-Hey Scott!

"oh, I know him" I searched in Scott's memories "and... He is straight"

-Hey Brandon! - I hugged him friendly, feeling his sweat in my skin.

I exited my body through my mouth and looked at Brandon's nose waiting for the vacuuming effect.

Once possessed, I separated from my previous host and started checking out the assets of Brandon's bigger body.

I was flexing my arms when I felt a dick rubbing against my ass.

I gasped and looked surprised at Scott. I knew him all my life . He was straight as an arrow, until I possessed him. I didn't understand then that my thoughts in their bodies were taken as theirs.

- Showers in two minutes - said Scott winking at me and grabbing my ass.

It wasn't a question.

I followed him adjusting to my now bigger frame while checking the bubble ass I had for the las three months hidden in those thight white shorts.

...

After closing the door, he started kissing me roughly while undressing me.

Then he showed me his dick.

-Suck it, Brandon.- again, he didn't asked. He commanded.

I didn't hesitate and knelt. It was a perfect way to use for the first time this guy's mouth.

I looked at the enormous dick in front of me and started sucking with lust seeing my best friend's father moaning against the wall.

I kept going for a while until Scott finally released his big load appropriate with the rest of his body.

I savoured every drop of it and we started kissing again. Still with some of Scott's cum in my mouth.

He then knelt and prepared to suck my surprisingly small dick.

Then it hit me. I reviewed Scott's sexual life through his memories and he never did anything sexual with other man, but there we were. He was giving me head like a pro, how I've been doing the last three months. So I realized my powers were even better than I expected.

Between that realization and seeing my friend's father sucking my dick, I was extremely horny so started pumping my dick faster against my previous body's mouth.

I didn't take long to burst the load I stole from this guy in Scott's face, and took that opportunity to go back to my main body while he kept sucking my cock.

That was only the first time Brandon and I fucked in the gym showers.

...

Back to the present

My son Andrew is leaving for college tomorrow. We're ordering pizza for the last time.

Sometimes I think about the life I lost. Graduating, going to college,... But after seeing my reflection I couldn't care less. What's more, after winter break maybe I take my son's body for a time and have some fun in college.

For the moment, being in the body of this stud is all I ever wanted.

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Best of all worlds

“What?” Jeremy whispered raising his eye inquisitively.

“Well, you see… It’s just that… I….” I started to stutter out. I made this big deal about how I was finally going to get up the courage to tell him how I feel and here I am making a fool out of myself. “You what?” he asked a bit more gently. “I… uh… uhm I l-“ I could feel my cheeks flushing with color, why was this so hard? I took a deep breath and before I knew it the words came tumbling out “I love you!” I semi-shouted. Oh damn, my face was really burning now. “I-“ he was cut mid-sentence as a sudden spasm went throughout his body and I saw a mischievous flicker in his eye as they temporarily flashed a dark brown instead of his usual green. Must have been a trick of the light? “Oi, so this is him, eh?” Jeremy’s had said those words, but he didn’t talk like that. He looked himself over, and turned around looking at his back-end. Before finally he reached down with one hand and felt his package. “Wow, got quite the monster in there now doesn’t he?” he winked. By now I started feeling light-headed. Was this his sick way of blowing me off? I was snapped back to reality when I saw him undo his pants and pull them down, revealing a nice seven or eight inch cock, neatly trimmed. “Wow…” he gasped to himself before swinging his hips from side to side, watching his package bounce every which way, “It’s so much heavier…” He said before reaching down and starting to pump it. This was more than I could stand, my blood was boiling and I had no intention of holding back exactly what was on my mind, “Dude, if you didn’t feel the same fucking way all you had to do was say so. Not do… This!” I gestured at him, “Fucking a I-“ “Woah, woah. Slow your roll homey.” He said between gasps, clearing enjoying his cock. A cocky ass fucking grin on his face. “First off-“ I cut him off, still steaming from how inappropriately he was handling this. “Woah, I’m not your friend Brian, or Scott, or whatever the hell his name… is” He bit his lip. “What the hell are you talking about? You’re obviously Jeremy. Anyone with fucking eyes can see that.” A sly grin crept across his face, “Exactly, see.” He let out one final moan as stream after stream came shooting out of his now shrinking cock. He let out a final sigh before taking a bit on his finger and licking it. What did he mean by that? “I’m not whoever it is you think I am right now. True, I did hijack his body but I’m not whoever the fuck this is.” He said as he stood up and began making out with me. I pushed him back. “Dude, you want it or not? I know this beast has got some juice left in it.” He said as he winked before going in for the kiss again. I pushed him off again, “First tell me what the hell’s going on.” He sighed, “You’re no fun.” He had a slight pout on his face. “Well, I’ve always had this ability. I first discovered it when I was younger and I was getting picked on in P.E.. I had wound up in the locker room again with a bloody nose from all the intention balls lobbed at my face and the coach sent me to the locker room to shower up. I was sitting in the bathroom stall waiting for the blood to stop and I remember sitting there wishing that I had some way to make those kids pay. When suddenly I felt very light and I could see my body below me,” he ran a hand down Jeremy’s body. “I was really scared and didn’t know what was going on and naturally the coach came in to check on me so I ran to him for help. But it didn’t matter, no matter how much I yelled at him, or gestured he seemed to ignore me and didn’t even seem to notice me right in front of him. He turned around mumbling something about how I must have gone home and I was so mad at him for ignoring me too, that I threw my hands out to shove him. He stood up straight abruptly. I looked down and my hands were inside of him. He wasn’t moving, so I began to wonder… And I pushed into him, and I could feel him convulsing as I slowly took control of his limbs. He collapsed to the floor and when he opened his eyes, I was in control. The first thing I felt was the cool tile on my face, and I felt different… Heavier… I started to get up and as I pushed myself up, I felt a lot stronger.

After I’d stood up I felt like everything was so much smaller. I adjusted the waistband of my shorts trying to get comfortable. I couldn’t get comfortable. I finally pulled them down and I could see why; my penis was so much bigger than I remembered it being, and it had hair on it! I ran over to the mirror to see the reflection of Coach Smith looking back at me! I couldn’t believe it! I posed a little, enjoying his much more muscular, adult, physique. His everything seemed so huge compared to my much younger , under-developed body. I was in the middle of examining myself when an idea slowly crept into my mind. I could make those kids pay with the coach’s body. A devilish grin crept across my face as I walked back out into the gym blowing my whistle. All the kids stopped playing and I announced a change of plans. A free period to do whatever anyone wanted, but I made the 5 specific boys who made my life miserable do all sorts of ridiculous exercises, threatening to fail them for the whole semester, (and in the only class they were passing with an “A”!) I fucking loved it, the power that came with this body. I also got a rush making Coach bend to my every whim. Sadly the bell rang and I had no choice but to let them go. It was the end of the day so they went straight home instead of showering. I went back to Coach’s office in the locker room unsure of what to do now. I wanted to go home too but I couldn’t think how to even begin leaving his body and getting back to mine. To pass the time I started going through Coach’s desk and I found some pretty naughty magazines. One was a DVD and I popped it into Coach’s DVD player and watched. Let’s just say it didn’t take long to catch on how to please Coach’s, or rather, my body for the time being. Not knowing what was coming, I got up and started to run to the toilet because I thought I had to pee when it all came out anyways, and I felt immediately relaxed and I felt coach’s body start to fall to the ground and I pulled back to fight falling and I was out. I went back to my body and as I walked out, I laughed because his face had landed in the stuff that he had “pee-d” out. Hehe, yeah, I thought adults pee-d some weird shit when I was younger. But let’s just say as time went on I got more used to my ability and I definitely spent more and more time in coach’s body, but that’s off track. Back to now. I was just bored on a night out with the Mrs. so I decided to come look for some fun and your friend’s body here looked like it would get me what I needed. I just wanted a quick hook-up.” A smug grin crept across his face. “Tell you what, you help me, and I’ll help you learn to do this too. We got a deal?” he stuck out Jeremy’s hand. “Uh, yeah sure I guess.” I said shaking his hand. “Excellent.” He said as he sat down and dropped his pants. “Get to suckin’!” I’d never taken a dick to the mouth before, but I did think about it a lot with Jeremy.. So I slowly leaned down and next thing you know I feel his hands come to the back of my head, shoving it up and down on his shaft, I gagged but I quickly squeezed my thumb, fighting the urge to vomit. I could hear Jeremy’s body starting to gasp, and he even let out a few moans, and I could feel a stiffening in his shaft so I tried to pull off when I felt those same hands shove it back on. I nearly gagged as I received splurges of his sploosh in my mouth. I tried to spit it out but whoever this was told me I needed to swallow it which I begrudgingly did. “Wow, you’re a good little cock-sucker. I’ll have to remember that the next time I need a hit.” I could see the look of a hunter who just successfully captured his prey. That expression on Jeremy’s face, it wasn’t right. “Well congrats kid!” I then felt a hand reach down and pull me out of my body. Time seemed to stand still in this state. I could see my body still on its knees, mouth on Jeremy’s shrinking cock. Fuck, I wanted that for so long… I looked to Jeremy and I could see the face of a much older, pudgier, man pulling out of his body. I was mortified. “You want to try? Come on… I know you do!” He gestured to Jeremy. I couldn’t… Could I? and before I knew it I felt a strong shove from behind and I flew into Jeremy. I felt his body spasm. Then I saw my body give a shake as it looked up taking its mouth off my cock. “This’ll be more fun…” He started using my body to massage my cock again, and I felt the blood rushing too it, I felt a bit lightheaded but I guess I wasn’t used to that much blood engorging my groins. I saw a sly smile on my face as it took my cock back in its mouth once again. I moaned rather loudly. Jeremy was uncut and as such his dick was so sensitive! I started gasping and I felt my body’s mouth release. “Now comes the fun part…” Did my voice really sound like that? Weird. I saw my body turn around and spread its cheeks, before slowly lowering itself onto my now throbbing cock, I felt the pressure immediately and Jeremy’s instincts took over as I felt his big, strong, hands grab my body’s hips and pull him down onto my cock. My body had never been anally penetrated and I could hear my body’s whimpers of pain. But I didn’t care, I was too enticed with lust and I flipped my body over so it was on all fours. I slowly pulled out, but I could feel my sphincter tightening, trying to keep my cock in there. I pressed slowly back in, as my body wasn’t used to the friction yet, but after a few more thrusts it loosened up and I could hear it now panting happily as I started gyrating at a steadily faster pace. Fuck I loved Jeremy’s cock. I could see drool escaping my body’s mouth as he continued to moan with pleasure. I felt my loins tighten and with one final thrust the glorious release came and I sighed happily, allowing the cum to flow freely into my body’s awaiting ass. I could see my body furiously jerking its cock, before splurging all over the carpet. “Fuck that was even better… I wouldn’t have taken you for the virgin type. It felt nice.” My body said. “Oh, I guess I better be getting back to the Mrs. now. He gestured out the window and I looked and saw a really ripped gentleman walking out of the theatre across the street with a beautiful woman latched onto his arm. “But I thought your body went unconscious when you possessed someone else?” I said, still not used to the rumble of Jeremy’s baritone. “It does. But, do you see that guy and his smokin’ hot wife? Why should I bust my ass to look that great when that guy does it because he loves it? He puts in all the work and I reap all the benefits. I’ve made him my permanent residency. Looks like the date went well… she’s nibbling on his ear. Poor guy, hasn’t had sex in months. I always take control of the wheel when it comes to play time. He has a nice cock too. Even got a piercing down there! Makes sex so much better let me tell you… Guy’s an animal. His muscle memory fucks so well. I’m practically screaming the moment his cock touches anything. Well, there goes my ride!” And with that, I saw the portly man leave my body and fly down into that man. It was smooth, I guess that body was just used to him by now. He looked up to the window and winked before holding the car door open for his wife and then leaving. I looked down at my unconscious body still impaled on Jeremy’s cock. What to do, what to do…?

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Goodbye, Dad

Jake’s dad, Robert, has always wanted to give his son everything he wanted in life.  Being a single father has been tough on him, and he really has done his best to make Jake happy, but there’s one thing he can’t give his son…his body.  

Jake was a lean, pencil-thin teenager, and barely 5′6″.  To put things bluntly, the poor boy was crippled by low self-esteem because of his small size. He had a comfortable life, but all he wanted was to look more like his dad.  

“You just need to wait for your growth spurt,” Robert reassured his boy, doubting it would ever come since he had already been a stud in the making when he was Jake’s age.  But he stayed positive for his son and hoped that Jake would learn to love himself the way he was.  

“I don’t wanna wait for something that might never even come!” Jake lashed out before storming to his room and slamming the door.  

“He needs some space,” Robert said quietly before sighing and going to his own room.  

Robert got down to just his boxers and looked at the body that he had been gifted with through the genetic lottery.  Sure, he worked hard to maintain his physique, but his genetic blueprint was an ideal foundation to build from.  

“This shouldn’t be a make or break for anyone’s happiness…” Robert mumbled before crawling into bed.  He hoped more than anything that Jake could find happiness within himself.  

Meanwhile Jake was in his room crushing various herbs and strange substances.  

“If I can’t look more like you, then I’ll just have to BE you,” Jake assured himself as he read from a page he had torn out of a book at that weird occult bookstore.  

The ingredients for this potion were surprisingly common, but the page claimed that precise measurements and mixing would help “release the spirit.”

“Goodbye, Dad,” Jake said before devouring his finished concoction.  

He laid down in bed and closed his eyes and did the deep breathing exercises on the occult page.  Minutes passed without any noticeable difference other than an herbal aftertaste in his mouth, but as time continued to pass, Jake found himself feeling lighter and lighter–almost like he was becoming disconnected from reality.  

Jake opened his eyes and was amazed to see the last of his spiritual form leaving his teen body.  His body wouldn’t survive long without his spirit inside, but he didn’t care.  This was a one-trip for Jake.  

Satisfied, Jake let himself sink through the floor.  He had to go through another wall, but soon he found himself hovering over his Dad’s sculpted and muscular body.  Jake wanted nothing more than to feel the confidence and power of being a stud like his dad–no–to feel the confidence and power of being the stud known as his dad.  He had no second thoughts and no regrets as he dove right at his father’s rippled abs.  

“Huh?!!!!!” Robert gasped as he was shocked awake.  

Something had slammed him hard in the stomach–no something was still pushing so hard against him.  

“WHat the–OH FUCK!” Robert yelled out as he felt some invisible force flooding into his body, filling his body past capacity.  

“Aggggghhhhhhhhh uuunnngggggggggggg” Robert helplessly groaned as he thrashed in bed, gripping the sheets and gritting his teeth as he tried to roll off the bed–but the force pinning him down was too strong.  He was stuck there as the energy continued to flood into him.

Robert moaned helplessly as it got harder and harder to control his movements.  A wet, cold sensation spread from his abs down his thighs, up his pecs and worked all the way down to his toes, out to his fingers, and agonizingly, into his thick and erect cock.  It wasn’t long until the sensation crept up his neck and he squinted his eyes shut tight as his back arched so he was clear off the bed.  Every muscle in Robert’s body seized at once, and then with one last guttural grunt Robert felt a sensation like he had been shot out of a cannon.  

Robert was stunned and in shock as he regained his senses, only now he was floating above his own body.  He watched his own eyes open and then a mischevious smirk crossed his body’s lips.  

“Oh fuuuuuuccccckkkkk yeah,” he heard his voice say as he watched his body’s hands rub up his torso.  

“Oh yeah, call me Daddy,” his body moaned as Robert helplessly watched his own fingers caress and squeeze his nipples.  

“Looks like I’m a stud like you after all,” he heard his body gloat with a chuckle.  

“JAKE!  That little shit!” Robert yelled in his spiritual form before diving back to reclaim his body.

To his dismay, there was a brief flash of light and then he was deflected right off his own body.  

“Don’t even waste your energy, Dad,” Jake said, enjoying the smooth and deep voice leaving his mouth.  “This was a one-way trip.  My body’s upstairs–If you don’t make yourself at home in that pipsqueak body then I’m pretty sure you’ll just be stuck haunting this house until the end of time. 

Robert roared in rage as he lunged at his body over and over again, getting hurled away each time and doing nothing more than tickling Jake in the process.  His pleas and threats could not even be heard–the only evidence he was even present was the flash and sensation when he got deflected from his own body.  

“Ohhhhhh yeah, Dad, that’s starting to feel kinda good,” Jake moaned as his father’s spirit deflected off him again.  His new cock was gently pulsating inside those boxers, and as Robert watched his son reach into the waistband he realized he couldn’t take it anymore.  

Robert floated up to his son’s room and saw Jake’s vacant body.  

Not having any other option at the moment, he realized that having a body would be better than being stuck as a trapped spirit.  

He begrudgingly started floating to Jake’s body, but then to his horror he saw the spirit of an overweight elderly man dive right Jake’s empty form.  

“NOOOOO!!!!”Robert screamed as he dove at his son’s body, only to find himself repelled just like he was with his body.  

Jake’s eyes fluttered open before grinning with a look of profound relief.  

“Tough break,” Jake’s voice said, now controlled by the spirit of the elderly man.  

“I was stuck here for decades, just watching family after family live in this home.  Not that it matters to you, but I died alone and unhappy.  I spent my whole life in the closet, and my last thought as a living person was that if I had the chance to be a cute little twink, I’d do everything differently.  Looks like it was worth the wait,” Jake’s body said as he bit his lip and rubbed his thin and young body adoringly.  “My name was Hugh in my last life, but I definitely prefer your son’s name.  That’s right, I’m Jake now…” he said with satisfaction.   

Hugh proudly walked his new body down the stairs before encountering a mirror and basking at his new chance at life.  He had managed to keep up with the times by observing the evolution of technology through the inhabitants of the house, but he still got a giddy excitement as he pulled a strange device out of his pocket and unlocked it with his new fingerprint.  He knew where the camera button was because he had watched Jake and Robert use the function countless times.  Still, he was in awe as he clicked the button and snapped the first picture of his new body.  

“Wait a second…” he said playfully before yanking his shirt off and taking another picture.  

“I don’t know why you were so self-conscious Jake.  Your body is fucking cute!  Not complaining though…” Hugh said, still enjoying the teen voice leaving his mouth.  

Hugh tucked the phone away.  He planned on exploring the device in full later on, but in that moment he wanted to get acquainted with his new “Daddy.”  His teen cock pulsated a bit just thinking about that.  

Hugh walked in on Jake, still embracing and caressing his new, mature, stud body.  

“Well, well, well, looks like you took that pipsqueak body after all.”

“You didn’t leave too many options,” Hugh replied, doing his best to act as if he were Robert inside Jake’s body.  

“So what do you want anyway?  Because this is my body now.  Nothing can reverse it,” Jake gloated.  

“No.  No hard feelings,” Hugh said as he walked closer to Jake.  “In fact, I’m glad you did what you did,” he cooed as he crawled onto the bed.  

“Dad?” Jake asked, a little confused by how okay with this his Dad seemed.

“No, you’re my daddy now.  Do you want your son to make you feel good?”

“Dad, what are you-Ohhhhhh ffuuuuuuucccccccckkkk” Jake moaned as his former body freed his new fatherly dick from his boxers and that hard cock in his mouth.  

Robert’s spirit watched in horror.

“That’s not me!!!!! That’s some old gay pervert!!!!!! STOP!!! JUST FUCKING STOP!” the fatherly spirit begged, but he could not be heard anymore.  He could only continue to watch, paralyzed in dread.  Jake thought his own father was sucking him off!

Jake was smiling from ear to ear as he used his dad’s strong arms to guide his former mouth lower and lower.  

Hugh eagerly swallowed that cock deeper and deeper until he had taken all 8 inches and had his lips firmly pressed against neatly trimmed pubes.  He was in heaven–in control of a teen twink, his new father’s cock down his throat, and his stud father’s manly scent filling his nostrils.  

Jake shivered as Hugh came up for air.  

“Shit, Dad that felt so good!”

“You’re my dad now,” Hugh reminded Jake.  “I’m your son now, and I wanna make you feel good.”

“Oh fuck yeah,” Jake said gruffly as he pulled his former body on top of his muscular and hairy torso.  

He embraced his new role and hugged his son tight against his body before looking into his old eyes and leaning in to meet lips.  

Hugh shivered in enjoyment as he felt the thick, trimmed beard of his new Daddy rubbing his smooth face.  He opened his youthful mouth and let his Daddy’s tongue in.  The moaned into each other’s mouths as they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues.  

Robert was horrified as he witnessed his own body passionately making out with the body of his own son.  But just when he didn’t think things could get any worse, he watched Jake roll them over so Hugh was on his back.  

“Spread your legs, son,” Jake said forcefully.  

“Yes, Daddy,” Hugh replied as he kicked off his shorts and spread his twink legs wide.  

Jake was over the moon as he found his Dad’s lube and began getting his new cock nice and slick.  He was ready to fuck his old body.  No–he was ready to fuck his son.  Because he was the man now.  He was the stud with the powerful body he had always wanted.  He couldn’t control himself as he pushed his new massive cockhead against his old body’s virgin hole.  

Hugh gasped as he felt his Daddy’s dick stretching him wide.  He squirmed and groaned, but he looked up and saw the look of focus on his Daddy’s face.  Hugh took a deep breath and relaxed, groaning as Jake pushed his father’s cock deeper and deeper into his former, teen hole.  

“mmmmmmm you’re so tight, boy!” Jake moaned as he got his meaty cock halfway in his son.  That turned him on so much looking at his old self, but knowing that the shrimpy twink he used to be was his son now.  And he didn’t know if his dad had been brainwashed by the magic or if his dad was just really being so kinky, but he didn’t care.  He was already loving his new life.  Hugh was thinking the same thing as he felt fuller and fuller of thick, Daddy cock.  He had been worried that Jake would immediately know something was wrong, but it was so erotic in Hugh’s opinion that Jake thought his own father was being a whore in that teen body.  Hugh knew that Robert was probably in the room with them.  That made him even harder.  

“Fuck yeah!  Fill me up, Daddy!  Fuck my hole good! AGgggghhhhhhhhnnnnngggggggg Fuck yeah!” Hugh hollered out as the last inch of that Daddy cock was stuffed inside him.  

Jake shivered and collapsed forward onto his old body, groaning as he adjusted to the feeling of his own father’s cock stuffed completely inside his old body’s hole.  

Jake gasped for breath before forcing his mouth onto his son’s and pulling his hips back.  

They both moaned into each other’s mouths as Jake thrust back in, and that repeated again, and again, except Jake started thrusting faster and harder until Hugh was basically just emitting a constant moan with his teen voice.  

Hugh was literally overwhelmed by pleasure as his Daddy’s dick pistoned in and out of him at an almost inhuman speed and power.  He pulled his Daddy close to him so he could feel friction with each thrust as that chest hair rubbed against his smooth body.  He loved feeling overwhelmed by a larger and more powerful man.  The opposite was true for Jake.  He was finally the stud he always wanted to be.  He never felt more confident than he did in that moment as he used his powerful abs, hips, thighs, and arms to give each thrust as much power as he could.  He reveled in his control as his father’s sweat dripped onto his old body.  No–it was his sweat.  There was no going back now–he would forever be known to the world as Robert.  And he would always adore and care for his twink son, Jake.  

“Ohhhhhh Jake!!! Son!!! I’m so fucking close!” the new Robert grunted as he felt his big balls contract and pulsate.  

Hugh accepted his new identity in that moment too.  He was Jake now, and for as long as he could keep the act up, he would pretend to be the spirit of the true Robert.  But in that moment he only had one thing to say, “Fucking cum inside me Daddy!”

The new Robert growled as he rolled them over, still fully inside his boy.  The new Jake was on top and ready to ride his Daddy, but Robert surprised his boy by quickly leaning up and hugging his boy tight.  Robert roared as he thrashed his cock up into his boy.  Jake was practically seeing stars as he hugged his Dad tight and used his leg strength to slam himself down onto his dad’s throbbing cock.  Then he felt those strong hands wrap around him.  Robert gripped his boy for maximum leverage and used his full strength to pull his son as tight and close as possible with each thrust.  

Jake’s teen body couldn’t take it anymore, and without even touching his twink dick he hollered out in his soft, adolescent voice as his throbbing teen boner launched his cum all over his dad’s sweaty, hairy, and ripped torso.  

Robert winced as he felt his boy’s hole contracting tightly with each new shot of cum that sprayed his chest.  It finally took him to his limit.  

“FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK YEEEEAAAHHHH SON!” he roared before forcing their mouths together again as he pulled them together tighter than ever and thrust his seed deep inside his boy.  Shot after shot filled Jake’s hole until he just couldn’t contain any more of his dad’s load.  With each new thrust, cum started leaking out of his hole until Robert pulled Jake tight against one final thrust.  He held them together like that for several minutes, embraced and passionately kissing as they enjoyed their afterglow, fatherly cock still buried in son’s hole.  

This was a fate worse than death for the spirit of the true Robert, but even he had to admit he had never seen his son happier than he was now that he had claimed Robert’s body and life as his own.  

[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.

[beardysuits]

Oiled Up: Daryl - Into the Fold

Part two of Daryl's story. Part one found here

I stepped into The Rusty Nail just after ten, the bar’s low lights wrapping around me like an old friend. Frank’s body moved with that easy, heavy confidence I was still getting used to. Broad shoulders rolling, belly leading the way, thick thighs rubbing together in the tight jeans. Underneath it all, the cum-soaked wrestling singlet clung to my stolen skin like a filthy secret, the spandex still tacky and warm from my load, every step making it squelch softly against my heavy balls and the thick shaft that kept half-hard just from the constant rub. The place was half-full, mostly blue-collar guys nursing pitchers after long shifts. I scanned the room and my new heart stuttered when I spotted him. Thomas. An old coworker of mine who left our job about 5 months ago.

He was even bigger than I remembered: 350lbs of soft, lonely fat, pale skin stretched tight over a massive gut that rested on his thighs, heavy tits straining the front of a faded black hoodie, thick thighs spilling over the barstool, and a round, bearded face that looked equal parts tired and hopeful under the neon glow. His eyes were downcast, swishing a cheap whiskey, one meaty hand wrapped around the glass like it was the only thing keeping him company. Perfect. I sauntered over, letting Frank’s deep voice rumble out low and friendly.

“Hey there, big guy. That seat taken?” Thomas looked up, startled, then did a slow double take at the burly, bearded construction body I was wearing. His cheeks flushed under the beard.

“Uh… no, man. All yours.” I slid onto the stool beside him, Frank’s belly brushing the bar edge, and ordered two beers. We started easy; small talk about the game on the TV, the weather, how the city was going to shit. But I could feel his eyes on me, flicking over my chest hair peeking from the open buttons, the way the black shirt stretched across my shoulders, the faint blue outline of the singlet underneath when I shifted. I let my knee press against his thick thigh under the bar, casual at first, then deliberate.

“You look like you could use some real company tonight,” I said, voice dropping to Frank’s gravelly register. “Not just the cheap stuff in that glass.” Thomas laughed, nervous, but his eyes lit up.

“Yeah? You offering, stranger?” I leaned in closer, letting him smell Frank’s natural musk mixed with the faint, sweet scent of leftover oil and dried cum seeping through the singlet.

“Name’s Frank. Live a couple blocks over. But… I ain’t exactly who you think I am.” His brow furrowed. I grinned behind the beard and dropped my voice even lower, letting a hint of my own familiar cadence bleed through, the one he’d recognize. “It’s me, Tommy. Daryl, from Curt & Russel.” His eyes went wide. The whiskey glass nearly slipped from his fingers.

“No fucking way…”I reached over, placed Frank’s big, calloused hand on his knee, and squeezed.

“Way. Found something real. Magic oil. Poured it all over my soft ass last night, slid head-first into my neighbor’s hole while he was out cold. Now I’m him. Every inch. Feel this?” I guided his hand under the table, letting him palm the thick, half-hard bulge straining the jeans—and the unmistakable slick, spandex-covered shape beneath. “That’s his cock. My cock now. And under the clothes? His kid’s wrestling singlet. Soaked in my load. Still warm.” Thomas’s breath hitched, his massive chest rising fast. I could see the front of his hoodie tenting already.

“Jesus Christ, Daryl… you actually did it. You’re… you’re wearing him like a fucking suit.” I nodded, slow and filthy, letting Frank’s beard brush his ear as I whispered every detail. Thomas was panting by the time I finished, his free hand discreetly adjusting the massive hard on trapped under his gut. Then the idea hit me. I pulled back just enough to look him dead in the eye, my stolen cock twitching at the thought.

“You’re still lonely, aren’t you? Wishing you could wear something young and tight and strong instead of… this.” I let my eyes drag over his huge, soft body with zero shame. I loved every pound of it, and I knew he did too in that twisted way we both got off on. Thomas swallowed hard.

“Every damn night.”I squeezed his knee again.

“I can help. Frank’s got a son. Jake. Eighteen. Lean, muscular wrestler. Comes back from a tournament tomorrow night. Tight ass, strong legs, smooth chest, cock that’s probably never been properly used. You slide into him the same way I did. Live in that jock. I’ll hold him down for you. We’ll make it slow. Filthy. You’ll feel every inch of his guts hugging you like a glove while I watch.”

His eyes were glassy with lust. “You’re serious.”

“Dead serious. I’ve still got the oil at Frank’s place. Brewed a fresh batch this morning just in case. He walks in the door tired from the meet, I offer him a ‘welcome home’ beer, same knockout stuff I used on his dad. You wait in the basement, oiled and ready. When he’s out, I strip him, lube his hole, you slide in. Then we both walk around in our new skins.”

Thomas was breathing like he’d run a mile. “Fuck… yes. God, yes. I want it. I want to feel what it’s like to be… tight. Strong. To have a body that turns heads instead of getting pitied.”

We spent the next hour at the bar hammering out the plan in hushed, dirty detail. I described Jake to him, 5'10, 185lbs of pure lean muscle, short brown hair, smooth skin, an ass like two firm melons from all the squats, a cock that I’d seen once by accident in the backyard (thick, cut, swinging heavy even soft). We decided I’d text him the second Jake pulled into the driveway. By the time we left the bar, my new cock was aching and Thomas was walking funny from how hard he was. I clapped him on his massive shoulder with Frank’s strong hand.

“Tomorrow night, Tommy. You’re gonna be so fucking beautiful inside that boy.” He grinned, shaky and hungry. I went home and jerked off twice more in the singlet just thinking about it, then crashed in Frank’s big bed, belly rising and falling under the sheets, already imagining the sounds Thomas would make when he finally got to stretch and fill and settle.

The next evening came slowly.Jake’s truck rumbled into the driveway right on schedule, just after eight. I was waiting on the porch in Frank’s body, a cold beer already in each hand.

“Hey, champ! Tough weekend?” He looked beat. Hair messy, duffel bag slung over one broad shoulder, wrestling hoodie clinging to his lean torso, gym shorts showing off those powerful legs.

“Yeah, Dad. Took second in my weight class, though. You shoulda seen the final match.”

I pulled him into a big, burly hug, letting him feel the solid weight of his father’s chest against him.

“Proud of you. Come on in, I decided you're ready for your first beer with your old man."

"For real?" Jasked, almost suspiciously. But he was too young and eager to get a drink to object. Jake took the beer, and chugged half of it in the kitchen while I made small talk about the tournament. The knockout powder worked fast on his young system. By the time we hit the living room he was swaying, eyes glassy.

“Dad… feel weird…”I caught him as his knees buckled, easing that tight wrestler body down onto the couch.

“Easy, son. Just relax.” Thomas was already coming up from the basement, completely naked, his enormous fat body glistening head-to-toe in thick golden oil. He looked obscene and gorgeous. Huge belly swaying, heavy tits bouncing, thick cock jutting out like a beer can, dripping pre and oil in long strings. His eyes locked on Jake’s unconscious form and he let out a low, needy groan.I stripped Jake fast, revealing the smooth, muscled eighteen-year-old underneath. Tight abs, hairless chest, a soft but thick cock nestled against heavy balls, and that perfect, pink hole winking between two firm glutes. I poured the rest of the oil straight down his crack, rubbing it in with Frank’s thick fingers until everything shone. Then I grabbed Jake’s wrists, pinning them above his head with one strong hand while I used my knee to spread his legs wide.

“He’s all yours, Tommy. Take your time. I want to watch every inch disappear into my boy.”

Thomas knelt between those spread thighs, oil-slick body trembling with anticipation. He pressed the fat, leaking head of his cock against Jake’s oiled hole and pushed. The stretch was immediate and filthy. Jake’s ring bloomed open around the massive girth, a long, wet squelch echoing as the first three inches sank inside. Thomas moaned loud, his huge belly resting on the boy’s abs as he fed more of himself in.

“Oh my god… so tight…” I watched, cock throbbing in my jeans, as Thomas’s thick shaft disappeared inch by slow, bulging inch. The outline of his cock was visible under Jake’s smooth skin, sliding deeper, pressing against the boy’s prostate until Jake’s soft dick twitched and started to harden against his own belly. Thomas kept going, his heavy balls popping through the stretched ring one after the other with wet, vulgar pops. Then his hips—his fat, soft ass—followed, the boy’s hole gaping and fluttering around the invasion until Thomas’s massive gut started to compress and slide inside.The bulge was grotesque and beautiful: Jake’s lean abs distending outward around Thomas’s enormous belly, the shape of it pushing up under the skin before smoothing out as more of the fat man fed in. Thomas’s heavy tits dragged along the boy’s chest as he sank deeper, nipples hard, breath coming in ragged gasps. I held Jake down tighter, feeling the boy’s body twitch and clench around my friend’s slow, relentless takeover.

“Fuck, Daryl… he’s swallowing me… every heavy inch…” Thomas groaned in that familiar voice, now raw with lust. His shoulders popped through next, stretching Jake’s hole to its absolute limit, golden oil and pre and ass-juice slicking everything in a shiny mess. Finally his head, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as the last of him slid home with a long, sucking slurp. All that remained were Tommy's legs as they got greedily slurped up.Jake’s hole closed tight around nothing, pink and glistening. It was like Jake was pregnant, a rotund figure squirming in his stomach, slowly spreading out across the remainder of his body.

I could make out the outlines of Tommy's arms as they fumbled aroudn in the darkness, finally finding their way into Jake's and taking place. His legs did the same, as he was putting on Jake like a pair of pants. Jake's stomach began to deflate as Tommy settled in. I could even see his pathetic little cock trying to find its way into its new shaft. I rubbed it a bit, making Thomas squirm, before helping guide his balls and cock into place. Jake's grew to its full 6 inches, red and glistening as they locked into place. Finally I could see Thomas's head pushing through Jake's neck, a bulbous figure which finally found its way to Jake's scalp.

Thomas flexed inside the new skin, and Jake’s body answered perfectly. The boy’s eyes opened, now burning with Thomas’s hungry gaze. He looked down at the lean, muscled chest, ran smooth, strong hands over tight abs, squeezed the thick, hard cock that was now his. “Holy… shit…” It was Jake’s voice, but the words, the groan, the filthy little laugh—that was all Thomas. “I’m him. I’m Jake!”

I released the wrists, grinning behind Frank’s beard as the new Jake sat up, flexing those wrestler arms, admiring the way the young body moved—light, powerful, every muscle responding instantly. The contrast was insane: my burly, belly-heavy Frank suit next to this tight, smooth eighteen-year-old skin suit that used to belong to my “son.” Thomas-in-Jake stood up on shaky new legs, cock still leaking, and pulled meinto a deep, hungry kiss. “Thank you,” he whispered against my beard, voice cracking with the boy’s timbre. “Now what.... dad?”I squeezed his firm ass with one big hand, feeling the oil-slick residue still inside. “Now we go upstairs. You put on that fresh singlet I saw in his room. We both get dressed like nothing happened. And then… we hit the town".

[mindmelter]

Suit Check-in: A Well Deserved Break

I freaking love my job! Every shift I get to wash these perfect, muscular bodysuits after the guests are done turning them into cum soaked fucktoys. Right now I’m in the cleaning suite with the most expensive bodysuit of the hotel, and personally one of my absolute favorite suits—Suit26. One look at him and you get why he costs a fortune. He’s the full package: Tall, broad-shouldered, with thick muscular slabs of pecs, tree-trunk thighs, and a fat, heavy cock. While most of the bodysuits look cute, suit26 has a rough, manly look to him that lots of the guests love.

And to think this used to be that rude, cocky prick of a guest who checked in like he owned the entire hotel. Treated every member of staff like garbage—snapping his fingers, barking orders, throwing tantrums if his towel wasn’t warm enough. The whole crew breathed a sigh of relief the day the owner pulled him aside and “upgraded” him. We all knew what that really meant. Now he’s just an empty, hollow human skin. No brain. No ego. No nothing. Just warm meat waiting for a real man to claim it. The staff group chat blew up with celebration emojis that night.

I wish I could put him on, but the hotel rules strictly prohibit staff members from wearing the bodysuits, and I don't want to risk becoming an empty husk like him.

The hotel owner runs the whole operation like a genius. This place is a luxury resort on the surface—top floors packed with rich guests living their best vacation lives. But the hottest ones, the ones with the perfect bodies and the worst attitudes, get quietly selected. They disappear downstairs into the Subterranean Complex nobody on staff is allowed to enter. Rumors say there’s this sleek black pod down there that sucks a man’s insides out, leaving nothing but a perfect, limp bodysuit. Then the real rich gay clients rent them for a few days, slip inside, and enjoy their vacation in a brand-new, muscular body. I don’t ask questions. I just thank the boss every single day for creating this paradise… and for turning assholes like Suit26 into rentable fuckmeat.

I grab Suit26’s wrist and lift his heavy arm, burying my face in that deep, sweaty armpit. Shit, there's still some musk left. Sometimes no matter how much I wash their bodies they still smell like they just stepped out of an intense workout. Maybe I should try using my tongue. So I start licking his armpits slowly and thoroughly, letting the musk fill my taste buds while my free hand glides over his thick thighs. Then I spread his legs wide, hook them over the edge of the special cleaning tub, and grab the thick hose built right into the side. The whole bathtub is designed for this—a high-pressure flush system made specifically for bodysuit cleaning. I shove the nozzle deep into his tight ass until it’s sealed in there nice and snug.

I flip the switch and a powerful rush of hot water blasts straight into the hollow suit. The muscular suit jerks once from the pressure, but that’s all it can do. Water immediately starts gushing back out—pouring in thick streams from his open mouth, flooding from his ears, even squirting from his nose like some sick human fountain. His slack, handsome face is a total mess, water cascading down his cheeks and neck while his insides get power-washed clean.

Finally the cycle ends. I pull the hose free with a wet pop, and the last of the water drains out of every hole. His ass is spotless now—pink, tight, and ready for whatever comes next.

My hands roam up to those massive pecs. I squeeze them hard, thumbs flicking over his sensitive nipples until they pebble. I lean down and latch onto one, sucking it deep into my mouth, tongue swirling, teeth grazing. His fat cock jumps and starts swelling—eight and a half thick inches rising like it’s got a mind of its own. The bodysuit nerves still work perfectly even when the brain’s gone. I don’t question the science behind it, I just grin against his chest and keep sucking harder.

I like to think that the men are still there, conscious but unable to do anything, trapped souls in a husk of what used to be their bodies, all they can do is watch strangers have fun while using their skins. I wrap my hand around that throbbing shaft and stroke it slowly, feeling it pulse. My own dick is aching in my shorts. I can't hold myself, fuck the rules. There’s no policy against using the suits as sex toys, and I’ve earned this right!

I slide my arms under him—he weighs almost nothing now—and lift him out of the tub like a giant rag doll. I towel him dry, then drag him to the big bed and push him out flat on his back. Arms and legs spread wide, cock standing straight up and twitching. I strip fast, grab the lube from the drawer, and slick his shaft until it’s shiny and slick. I then climb on top, knees planted on either side of his hips, and line him up. “That’s it, big guy,” I growl at his blank, handsome face. "I always took such good care of you, now it's your time to take care of me...” I sink down in one smooth motion, taking every inch until my ass is pressed against his heavy balls. Fuck, he fills me so good.

I plant both hands on those massive pecs and start riding him hard, bouncing, grinding, using his body like the lifeless fucktoy he is. I slap his left pec, then the right, watching them jiggle. I pinch and twist his nipples until they’re red and swollen. “Look at you,” I pant, slamming down again and again. “All that muscle, all that cock… all mine! Fuuuuckk... Are you seeing this? I hope you are!” I lean forward and start kissing him. I ride him faster, ass slapping against his thighs, my own dick bouncing and leaking all over his abs. The domination rush is insane, knowing this body once would’ve punched me for even looking at him, and now he's helplessly giving me so much pleasure.

My balls tighten. I slam down one last time, bury him to the hilt, and explode. Thick ropes of cum splatter across his perfect pecs, his neck, his slack, open mouth, and those eye holes. I keep grinding through it, milking every drop out of him until I’m shaking and breathless.

I’m still panting, chest heaving, when I notice a drop of water running down from the corner of his eye, could that be... a tear? No way, don't be ridiculous, it's probably just the water from the power washing I did, unless... the door suddenly swings open. The janitor leans against the frame, arms crossed, smirking at me. “Am I interrupting something?"

I laugh, still impaled on Suit26’s cock. “Nah, I’m already finished,” I say as I climb off and start redressing.

He chuckles. “You gotta be careful, man. If the big boss catches you turning his expensive suits into your personal dildos, he won’t be happy. You know what happened to Larry when he was caught wearing a suit. I heard the big boss uses him as a carpet in his office."

“Relax,” I say, pulling up my pants, “We all need a break sometimes. Besides, you’re the only one who knows… and I know about you fucking the shit out of Suit13 in the storage room last month, so we’re good?”

He just nods, eyes flicking to the cum-glazed pecs. “Fair enough. Heads-up though, a gay couple just booked Suit26 for a three o’clock check-in. They want him nice and fresh. Better finish cleaning him up before they get here.” He winks and leaves, closing the door behind him.

I look back at the bed. My load is streaked across the bodysuit's massive pecs, dripping off his chin, pooling in the deep groove between his abs. The once-proud stud just lies there, empty, used, and ready for round two with the gay couple. I wonder if a gay sub was going to wear him.

I sigh and grab the cleaning cloth. “Alright, handsome. Time to make you clean again… for now.”

[paintedman]

I could get lost in his eyes, but then there is the rest of him that I could devour.

[ladofadad]

King (sized) for a Day

I’m Dave. The neighbor boy Justin turned 18 today and he knows that means I can legally use transformation and transfer magic on him now, so he asked to swap privates for the day as a birthday present. It was an odd request but he’s got a handsome face and I was pretty curious about what he had going on below the belt, so I agreed.

Justin went for a long run around the neighborhood in gym shorts and a tank top with no underwear. My huge junk was flopping around under his shorts with hardly any fabric to hide it. Then he changed into nothing but a speedo to relax by his pool. I don’t even know how he stuffed all of that manhood in the size small speedo that he has to fit his small frame, but it looked ridiculously good. His older brothers and father look jealous of his massive bulge and I’m pretty sure I’ve seen them get a couple of angry boners about it even.

I’ve been watching him live out today from my crystal ball. Needless to say I’ve been jerking off my temporarily smaller manhood watching him strut around like the hot little stud he is. With this young penis and balls, my refractory period is really short. I’ve already busted three nuts since we swapped junk. His penis feels so smooth I could fondle it all day. And I’m kind of intrigued about having smaller parts.

I’m considering erasing his memory of having these parts tomorrow instead of swapping back. He’s clearly happy with my XL manhood and I’m having plenty of fun using his more average cock. I’ll think it over at the gym while I work out. Maybe cruise the sauna and see if I can get this little guy sucked…

[y00-nie]

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