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swappingforgood · 8 months ago

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A Full Dose of Country

Cody was exhausted. He was a star on the wrestling team at his university, but over winter break he’d been conscripted to be a helping hand on his uncle’s farm out in central Texas. After arguing for weeks with his very angry mother over the phone he’d submitted to spending his month off on the ranch. His mom had said that his uncle really needed the help for the season, and to put that athletic body of his to use. Cody rolled his eyes at that; he needed to be training for the next season. Instead he’d spent the past two weeks in the middle of nowhere helping out his uncle Shane, far from his friends and anything fun. Every day was long and exhausting. Cody thought he was in excellent shape but the long hours and excessive manual labor had started to wear on him quickly.

After putting some equipment away in the shed Cody trudged his way back into the small house, finding Shane slouched on the couch in front of the TV. He craned his neck around and gave Cody a quick up and down.

“Damn son, you look rough today! You better get in bed early, we’ve got a hell of a task tomorrow,” he said. Cody’s shoulders slumped at the news.

“What could possibly be worse than what you’ve had me doing already?” He snapped. Shane was unfazed at the attitude.

“There’s some new bovine flu or something goin’ round. Heard it on the news the other day. I ordered some shots for the cattle to keep ‘em healthy, and I need you to help me get them all handled. Shouldn’t be a challenge for a hot shot like you right?” He snorted. Cody gave him a solemn look.

“Uh huh, sure.”

“I’m just messing with ya, y’know that,” Shane said with more sincerity. “Go on and get some sleep now boy,” he said as he shooed Cody off to his room.

Cody made his way down the dimly lit hallway to the small room he’d been staying in. He wasn’t the neatest guy on the planet but the state of his room was awful, but he’d been run too ragged to care. He pulled off his jeans and shirt and fell onto the bed, and within minutes he was out cold.

The morning came abruptly with a banging on his door.

“Cody! Get dressed and out here we gotta start this operation early if we wanna finish today!”

His uncle’s slightly muffled voice was still too loud for whatever hour it was. He threw on his hoodie and jeans from yesterday before making his way outside. The darkness was just starting to give way to dawn as he followed his uncle’s silhouette out towards the barn. The morning breeze was frigid, blowing through his hoodie like it was nothing. Cody shivered as he caught up to his uncle, who was setting up the chute for restraining the cattle. He stood there staring, in disbelief at what he was doing. His friends were partying in Cancun and he was up at 5 am herding cows?

“Well don’t just stand there, help me secure the pens!” His uncle’s bellowing voice snapped him out of his daze. Cody had unfortunately spent enough time on the ranch already to know what to do, and he got to work moving fences and prepping the area. By the time the sun had finally risen above the horizon they were ready.

“Alright, now you’re gonna herd the cows in here one at a time, I’ll catch them in the chute, hit them with the needle gun, and let ‘em out into that second pen. Simple enough right?” Shane said, again with too much energy.

“Yea, sounds good.” Cody huffed, already feeling fatigued. He jogged back outside to start herding some of the cattle into the pens. He was surprised at how smoothly the entire operation was, within an hour they’d processed a dozen cattle. The problem now was getting the bigger ones in. Cody wasn’t normally afraid of a longhorn but in this situation he was tense, to put it lightly. Keeping his distance as much as possible, he slowly ushered the bull towards his uncle. As they neared their setup he had to get closer and more forceful, before finally spooking the animal into running into the chute. Shane slammed down the gates, holding the frantic bull inside the shaking apparatus.

“Cody!” Shane yelled over the racket, “Come hold this down so I can get a good shot!”

Cody hopped the fence and darted over to his uncle, holding the lever down against a raging bull. Shane was right next to him fiddling with the needle gun to refill it.

“Damn thing always jams at the worst times I swear…” he muttered before finally loading it properly. He squeezed up next to Cody to get close to the animal’s neck and leaned in to administer the shot. In that instant, the bull thrashed. Cody saw the massive horns swinging his direction and panicked, jerking to the side away from the head, directly into his uncle. They both toppled to the ground, and Cody felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. The bull knocked open the gates with no one to hold them down and dashed out into the pasture.

“Jesus Christ,” Shane said as he climbed to his feet, “You alright Cody?”

“Yea… I think so,” Cody mumbled as he stood up, feeling a pulsing pain in his gut. He lifted his shirt to find a small pinprick on his stomach surrounded by a reddened area.

“Aw shit, I must’ve hit you with the gun when we fell.” He walked over to Cody and kneeled down to look closely. “It’s a big needle for the cattle is all, you should be fine I think,” he said. Cody felt less than convinced. He scratched at the slightly itchy spot before letting his shirt down.

“C’mon, we’ve got plenty more cows to handle today. None of ‘em should be that aggressive again,” Shane said while inspecting the chute. Cody was a little shocked at how nonchalant his uncle was about what just happened. Cody headed back out to the pens to continue his job, but the slight itching on his stomach kept his mind divided. Surely nothing in a cow vaccine would be dangerous to a human right? They ate the cows in the end anyway, he thought with a slight chuckle.

Eventually the cows' persistent mooing brought them back to the present, and Cody’s thoughts slipped away from the earlier events. The work got his blood pumping, sending the vaccine’s contents all around his body. While the itch on his stomach finally subsided, a growing uncomfortable feeling was arising in his groin. The viral load had reached his balls, and while it was dormant for cows, the same couldn’t be said for Cody. It entered his cells and began making some changes down there. His balls began to swell, first to the size of walnuts before stretching his sack even more, plumping up to the size of large eggs. His newly enlarged testicles began to flood his body with more testosterone than ever before, laced with some bovine hormones.

His cock was the first to respond, twitching as it slowly grew hard, pressing against Cody’s compression underwear. His cock pulsed, head flaring as it stretched out, engorging to his full size of seven inches. Cody reached down to try and relieve some of the pressure, unaware of what was happening. He adjusted the band of his underwear, allowing more space for his cock to grow. And grow it did, pushing well past seven inches. The sensation of his throbbing member against his tight underwear was driving his body wild, even if he was distracted. His cock reached 11 inches, fully visible with a rock hard imprint in his underwear. Cody tried to adjust his growing package through his pants, oblivious to the situation below. As it capped out a glob of precum shot out of the tip, before the entire shaft thickened to a girth he could’ve only imagined before. A steady stream of precum began to flow afterward, creating an ever growing wet spot through his jeans.

As Cody continued wrangling cattle, the steady stream of hormones from his massive balls continued to spread. An itch reappeared, but this time in his groin. He’d always kept himself clean shaven down there, but a slight shadow had appeared around the base of his cock. Clear cut hairs were starting to crop up again, a wave of short but dark stubble expanding outward. The hairs didn’t remain short for long, as his bush began to regrow with a vengeance. They pushed out of his skin, curling together as new hairs began to fill in between the old. The hairs pushed out longer and longer, weaving into a dense mat. The forest continued to spread, with thick hairs coating his low hanging balls and expanding out onto his thighs. The hairs began crawling up his lengthy shaft, covering the lower half in a furry sheath. Cody again scratched at his crotch, not noticing the dense growth from outside his jeans. As he finished up working for the day, hairs were slowly popping up further and further up, building a trail from his forested bush to his navel. The thick rug was pushing out against his compression underwear, slowly growing thicker as more hairs filled in.

Cody wiped the sweat from his forehead as his uncle was finally putting away the equipment from the day. He was more exhausted than he’d ever felt, and he didn’t believe he’d ever say that after enduring countless grueling wrestling training sessions with his coach. Thinking on them, he found it harder to recall those experiences despite his muscles aching, but he chalked it up to the brutal day he’d had. The sun was already below the horizon by the time they got back to the house. Cody figured he’d take a shower while Shane was throwing some kind of dinner together, and headed back to his room. He pulled off his hoodie and sweat-soaked shirt, revealing the crawling vine of dark hair making its way up his abs.

“What the fuck?” Cody blurted out in shock. He ran his fingers through the wiry curls exposed above his waistline. He quickly undid his belt and jeans and stuck his hand down in his underwear, deep into the lush sweaty forest that’d been absent when he pulled on his pants that morning. His jaw dropped. What the hell was happening here? He pushed his hand farther in only to find his now massive cock, and his eyes went wide. He darted into the bathroom and yanked down his underwear. In the mirror fully exposed was his flaccid nine inch cock, drooped in front of his comically large balls, all buried within the thickest bush he’d ever seen. Cody delicately handled his dangling member, and the slightest touch had it growing hard, leaking precum from the tip. He was stunned, standing there with precum spilling over one hand and the other buried in the thicket of hair.

As he stood there staring, the virus reached his brain. His panicked face slowly morphed into a grin. This was kinda hot, he thought. Who doesn’t love a massive dick, right? Cody began to rub his hands through the thick tangle of hair, feeling the curls catch around his fingers. His cock throbbed as it grew hard, reaching its full size. He grabbed it with his other hand, feeling the softer hairs that were poking out of his shaft. Cody, overcome with pleasure, let himself go. He stroked with one hand and explored his furry groin with the other. Within a minute he was ready to climax, grunting as he shot thick ropes onto the mirror.

“Fuck,” he groaned, senses returning. He collapsed back onto the toilet behind, taking a moment to catch his breath before cleaning up his mess.

“Cody! Dinner’s on the table!” His uncle shouted from the kitchen. Cleaning would have to wait. Cody stuffed his still partially hard cock back into his tight underwear and threw on the rest of his clothes before heading out. He still had a grin plastered on his face, and Shane noticed.

“What’s got you in good spirits now, boy?”

“Aw nothin’ just proud of a good day’s work” Cody replied, suddenly caught off guard with his manner of speaking. That voice was his but didn’t sound like him, it was almost… country. No, he’d always spoken like that, he was from Texas after all. The smell of the sizzling food on the table grabbed his attention and he swiftly forgot about his concern. He scarfed the meal down, his body subconsciously needing the fuel. He suppressed a large belch before standing up, thanking Shane for the food, and heading back to his bed. Cody stripped off his shirt and jeans before flopping down onto the mattress, exhausted and stuffed.

As he laid there, twirling his new pubes between his fingers, he let his thoughts drift back to his friends from school off on their vacations. He wasn’t as jealous anymore. In fact, maybe he was on the better end of that deal. All this manual labor was keeping him in shape for the season; getting drunk daily on the beach wouldn’t do that! His cock began to chub up at the thought of him finally putting on the mass to be at the top of his weight class. Precum leaked down his shaft and into his musky forest as Cody drifted off.

Cody woke in a sweat to a familiar banging on his door. He peeled himself off the sheets, looking at the vaguely body shaped sweat pool he’d left. He himself was also soaked. Then the smell hit him, a musky sweaty stench had filled the room throughout the night. Cody was confused, he’d never sweat like this, not even after his gym sessions, it wasn’t even hot inside the house. He looked down at himself to see drops slowly streaming down his chest and stomach, which had grown slightly more covered with hair. He thoughtlessly scratched at his chin, fingers raking through small bristles that hadn’t been there before. With no time to ponder more he threw on some jeans and a tank top and ran out towards the barn.

Cody and Shane quickly got to work on the day’s tasks, eager to get as much done as possible before the sun got too harsh. Cody found it easier to get into what he was doing, it felt more natural somehow. As he worked up even more of a sweat than he’d woken up with, the combination of virus and testosterone got pumped around his body at an accelerated rate. The bristles on his chin began to poke out a little more; a shadow of stubble spread across his jaw and up onto his cheeks. Cody scratched at the growing stubble, not noticing the difference from his baby smooth physique before.

That smooth skin was quickly becoming a memory, as his upper lip was covered by the same shadow, dark spots turning into short hairs that pushed out longer and longer. The wiry hairs sprouting from his face grew thicker by the minute, new wisps shooting out between the maturing hairs. He’d grown into a scruffier version of himself, the shadow of stubble creeping down his neck as the hairs on his chin, upper lip, and cheeks fluffed out more.

As he worked, Cody’s arms pumped up more than usual and his legs following suit. His already well defined pecs began to feel sore as they pushed out, stretching his tank even more than usual. What had been rolling hills turned into mountains as muscle packed on. The soreness was quickly replaced with a subtle itch; the tendril of thick curls reaching up from his groin began to climb higher. Hairs shot up north of his navel, growing in a line up towards his beefier chest. His collarbone was the first to react to the cocktail of hormones surging inside him. A lone dark hair shot up over the collar of his tank. Another curled out, and then another. Wispy hairs began to crop up along the top of his chest, cresting over the neck of his tank. The beads of sweat covering his chest only seemed to fertilize more growth, matting the hairs to his skin in swirls and spirals of masculinity. Before long a rug had begun to form on his chest, hairs pushing out and puffing up his tank as it struggled against his growing body.

By mid afternoon, they’d finished everything for the day. Cody’s sudden burst of work ethic surprised Shane, who didn’t seem to notice his nephew’s burgeoning beard. Cody could feel the pump in his body, it was sore but he felt electric after working all morning.

“Whew, that went smoother than I ever figured,” Shane laughed and slapped Cody on the back. “Why don’t we enjoy a beer and take the rest of the day off.”

“Can’t say no to that I s’pose,” Cody responded with a smile. The two walked back to the house and settled out on the back porch. Shane grabbed some beers from inside and tossed one to Cody.

“Seems like you’re getting the hang of all this work around here, son. I could use a hand like yours more often!” Shane howled and cracked open his can.

“Well, y’know, I guess I’m startin’ to enjoy it all a bit. Somethin’ about it out here makes me wanna stay,” Cody said with a heavier accent than even his uncle. Shane smiled back at him. The two chatted with a better rapport than ever as Cody downed his beer, and then another, and then two more.

His stomach gurgled as more hair spread across his stomach, fully burying his abs under a dark coat of hair. The line reached up to his chest widened, small fuzzy hairs spreading out before thickening up. Cody’s sweat covered chest followed suit. In the cleft between his pecs, hairs pressed their way out, spreading outwards as they grew in denser and darker and caught more sweat. What had been light fuzz across the wide expanse of his muscular form was corrupted by testosterone, follicles going into overdrive pushing out thicker darker hairs. The rug spread out around his nipples and upwards, merging with the hairs covering his collarbone as more continued to pop up towards his shoulders and up his neck.

Cody was in the middle of downing another beer when a rank stench filled his nose. It was familiar, almost like the one from when he’d woken up. He lifted his arm and was greeted with a faceful of powerful body odor; his pits had become ripe and full of hours worth of sweat. He watched as the carefully shaven skin tinted dark as hairs sprouted en masse. It seemed like a waterfall in slow motion, watching the dark hairs pour out of his pit, growing longer and longer as they trapped more sweat in his damp pit. The growth spread, hairs pushing beyond the edges of his pits and growing the forest larger until it blended with the rug on his chest. His other pit itched as the same growth began to take place, a thick tuft of hair erupting. He could feel the wiry hairs pushing out between his arm and torso, growing bushier and escaping the bounds of his underarm.

He should’ve been shocked, alarmed, panicked, anything of the sort, but instead he just stuck his hand into the damp jungle to scratch it. His fingers dug into the thick forest, digging deep to get at the sweaty skin below. Upon pulling his hand out he automatically sniffed it, as if he’d done so for a lifetime. The aroma filled his nose, the ripe stench causing his cock to shoot out a spurt of precum. The virus had gotten its foothold, altered his thinking enough to not only be nearly unaware of the changes, but to be aroused by them, to desire them. He leaned back in the chair, lifting his arms behind his head and exposing his hairy matted pits to the world.

The chair groaned under Cody as his body slowly swelled, muscles growing larger and thicker. His back popped as it grew wider, shoulders broadening as his traps and delts exploded with size. His tank top, already at its limit, began to tear at the sides where his lats were widening. Cody scratched at a slight itch on his shoulder, not thinking much of it, but the dusting of hairs on his shoulders had begun to spread, new curls cropping up all over. The wave of fur stretched from his forested chest up over his collarbone to his traps and shoulders before starting its descent. The itch crept down towards his shoulder blades as thin hairs pushed out, quickly growing from fuzz into fur. It almost looked like Cody was developing wings made of hair, as the patches knit together, creeping towards his spine to join into one hairy coat. The bristles continued working down, sprouting into thick stands that tangled together as they pushed out, growing denser as testosterone drenched each and every follicle. The burgeoning trail of hair reached his waistband, where it exploded into a sweaty tuft just above his ass. The hairs continued to fill in until his entire back was coated, a sweat-matted rug that was even curling around his sides to connect with the field of hair on his stomach.

Cody shifted in his seat, trying to shake an uncomfortable feeling growing down in his underwear. His ass had been filling out all day, stretching his underwear to its limit, but this was different. Deep between his cheeks, thick hairs were slowly pushing out around his hole. They grew dark and wiry, tickling him as they squeezed between his massive cheeks. More hairs began to press out, surrounding his hole before spreading outwards. The shadow of loaded follicles crept over both his cheeks, and shortly after the hairs burst forth in a wave, pushing against his tight underwear as his ass disappeared beneath the growing fur. The hair continued to spread, connecting to his furry back and to his jungle of pubes which similarly thickened even more.

Cody reached down to scratch at his crotch, and paused for a moment after seeing his hand. It was much thicker than it’d been, with rough, calloused palms and thick sausages for fingers. He flipped it over and watched as a thick dark hair wormed out of his knuckle, followed by another, and in seconds there were dark tufts of hair popping up across his hand. The hairs crawled up towards his forearm, where his once soft dusting of wispy brown hairs was overrun by new dense growth. The hairs pushed out long and wove together into a puffy forest that climbed up his arm, the growth not petering out in the slightest. His beefy triceps vanished beneath the growing fur as it reached towards the thick hairs on his shoulders.

He watched the hairs overtake his once smooth and tanned skin but, rather than alarm. all Cody felt was arousal, with his cock chubbing up in his pants. He was half tempted to use that newly hairy hand to grab it, but he restrained himself. Not in front of Shane, it could wait. The sun had started to set, and as if on cue his uncle spoke up.

“Welp, better get workin’ on some supper,” he said, hoisting himself out of his chair. He left Cody out on the patio, finally giving his nephew a quiet moment to himself. Cody gazed out over the pastures, glowing in shades of orange and gold from the sunset. He could get used to it out here, he thought to himself. The desire to get back to wrestling with his team had slipped even further, he’d barely mentioned them during his and Shane’s multi-hour banter. The virus had been multiplying in his head, suppressing those neural connections in favor of those made recently on the ranch. He wanted to stay here on the ranch with the cattle, giving the virus more chance to spread to others. It would do anything to make that a reality.

Cody watched the sun slip below the horizon and headed back to his room. He tried to pull off his tank but instead it shredded, unable to cope with his massive body. He laid down on the bed, feeling the thick hairs on his back rub against the sheets. It was an electric feeling, and very quickly the bulge down there had doubled in size from the sensation. He brought one hand up to the dense rug of hair on his chest, not questioning how it’d grown since the morning, raking his fingers through the wiry swirls of hair. It felt amazing. A wet spot appeared on his jeans and grew as he stroked the thick chest hairs, before he stripped off his pants and underwear to free his fully erect cock from confinement, dribbling precum down its side.

His other hand he brought up to his face, feeling the fluffy growth. It was lighter than the rest of his new growth, but as he scratched at his cheeks he could feel new hairs poking out. The hairs grew in thicker and denser, his beard filling in as skin vanished underneath. The follicles continued to pump out hair after hair, thicker and darker than before as hormones completed his change. The beard hairs pushed out longer and longer, tangling into a solid block of hair that hid his face and neck as it grew down. The bristles poked out higher up on his cheeks, claiming as much of his face as they could. Cody was in ecstasy, feeling his beard come in around his fingers. His cock pulsed without him even needing to touch it, the testosterone coursing through his body thickening all the hairs into a seamless pelt.

He loved his new body, his new fur, and he had to make it permanent. The virus guiding him, he reached down to his cock, his grip not even enough to surround the girth, and pumped it once up and down. With just that, Cody moaned in a newly gruff voice as he climaxed, his cock erupting with a geyser of cum. Rope after rope of thick cum landed all over his body, getting stuck in the forest of hair engulfing him. As the last load dribbled out of the tip his body relaxed, so did his old life of college and wrestling. Cody laid there, plastered with his own load as waves of pleasure echoed through his body. This was the life, he thought, still rubbing his hands through his cum soaked fur.

Cody managed to clean himself up a bit by the time Shane called from the kitchen. He sat across from his uncle at the table while they ate, resuming the banter from earlier. At the end of the meal Cody finally decided it was time.

“Y’know Shane, I think I’d like to stick around for good.”

This story is my submission to @occamstfs 2000 follower writing challenge. Definitely my longest one yet, thanks everyone for reading to the end! I hope y'all enjoyed it, and thanks to Occam himself for the motivation, inspiration, and editing he did!

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swappingforgood · 8 months ago

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Prom King

"We want to welcome you back to Fairway High for your ten year reunion. Come catch up with some old friends and share all the amazing adventures you've had since you graduated! And stick around for a special speech from our Prom King and Queen."

Dan shuddered as he read the email. He had completely forgotten about the stupid reunion. It's funny, he thought, he used to imagine how he would show up to the reunion in a sports car with a perfect bod and high end clothes hugging his muscles. But that was back when he was the most popular football player in his town. Parents adored him, popular teens idoled him, and nerds feared him. Things have changed a lot for Dan since then.

He stared at his half naked body, ravaged by the bad habits of an ex jock. His appetite stayed after he graduated high school, but the exercise didn't last long. He went off to study business in college, as any high school jock did. His time spent at football practice turned to frat parties and junk food, which quickly showed on his waistline. It really put a dent in his once untouched ego, especially once people nicknamed him as 'freshman' fifty. It wasn't quite fifty pounds, at least not in his first year. It sure was well over that by the time he graduated though. And in that time, his clean shaven body had been buried in thick dark hair from head to toe. Although he didn't entirely mind the more mature look, especially once his beard grew in, it complemented his growing gut. Though Dan took another sizable cut to his ego when he started to go bald at the ripe age of 20. Comb overs only lasted him so long, so he started shaving it when he was in his senior year.

He always said it built character, which to be fair, he was far less awful after graduating college than he was in high school. The email only made him remember how awful he was back then. He was the typical jock with his possy of suck up football players who had no personality and the most popular girls. He would torment anyone who was even slightly chubby, or even just smart, they were all beneath him in his mind. How were people gonna react when he shows up to the reunion looking 9 months pregnant and about to burst. It horrified him at the thought of them treating him how he treated them.

Then the horrifying thought hit him, "I'm the Prom King!" He shouted out loud at him in the mirror. Not only would he have to show his face, and gut, he would have to stand on stage in front of his entire graduating year and say a speech about being Prom King. He would be a laughing stock.

"I have to do something about this." He thought.

The reunion was still two weeks away, he could workout, or diet, or maybe buy some clothes that hide his fat. He did a frantic search online but everything just seemed like a scam. He scrolled through page after page of scam supplement and intense workout regimen until he found something interesting. A witch who lived nearby. A witch who specializes in body modifications. It was drastic, but could be crazy enough to work.

Dan contacted the witch with a request to make him into an absolute jock, the kind of man his high school friends would expect him to be 10 years later.

After a bit of back and forth, an appointment was set, and Dan went to bed happy.

The day of the appointment came in a flash. Dan threw on his classic base ball cap to cover his balding head, and dressed in some gym clothes that he thought would look sick on his new hunky body. He excitedly hopped in his car and drove down to the witches house. To his surprise, it was just a regular apartment in a regular apartment building. He was expecting some evil looking house, but seemed less intimidating anyway. He knocked on the door, and he was met with yet another surprise. A petite and nice looking woman wearing all black opened the door.

"Come in darling." Her voice was enchanting. "Sit." She continued in a soft but commanding tone.

Dan sat in a small chair in front of an antique looking table. The raggedy wooden chair creaked under his weight as the witch sat across from him.

"So... You say you want a strong, manly, and attractive appearance?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"Well for what it's worth, you're much more attractive than you used to be." A cold breeze blew past Dan as she spoke.

"Oh... Thank you." His cheeks reddened at the comment.

"I do have to warn you, there are some... dangers to this spell." Her tone darkens.

Dan just raised his eyebrows.

"There are people who feed off of a witch's magic. Now I know how to avoid them, but I will be imbuing this magic into you. So you may have a target on your back from people trying to steal your magic."

"I'm sure I'll be fine."

"Just don't draw too much attention to yourself." The witch warned. "Anyway. I'll get on with it."

She dipped her hands in a small bowl that was laid on the table. "Stand up." She commanded, and Dan followed. She walked around to Dan's side of the table, fingers wet from whatever was in the bowl. She pressed her fingers into his forehead, and it felt like all the tension in his body vanished in a split second. In fact, all feeling seemed to vanish in Dan's body, leaving him stood exactly still. Something about being frozen should have scared him, but he felt a strange sense of calm in the moment.

The witches fingers traced down Dan's face, through his beard and over his soft man tits. She lifted the finger and firmly pressed it back down into his chest. It was like the air was pushed out of his chest as the fat on his moobs collapsed in on itself, leaving his chest completely flat. She then pulled her finger outward, and his pecs grew as she pulled. The muscle swelled until two juicy pecs pressed hard against his tang top. Dan was shocked, he couldn't believe it actually worked, although he still couldn't move.

The witch then traced her finger down to his gut. She laid the palm of her hand against it and pushed, causing his belly to vanish in a second. And once again, she pulled her hand back to form a defined six pack over his flat stomach. She moved her finger around his side, melting away his love handles and giving him a thin waist.

She then suddenly sped up, as if she hit her stride. Her hands gripped Dan's soft arms, and suddenly definition appeared on his rapidly growing biceps. They grew to the size of melons as his shoulders broadened to match. Good thing he wore a tang top or else his sleeves would be in shreds on the floor. Her hands slid down his forearms, doubling their size in the process, and she held his hands, making them so massive they could completely cover his face.

She then bent down and grabbed his thighs, causing them to thicken to the point that Dan couldn't separate them anymore. She thickened his calves as she moved to his feet, making them burst out of his shoes as they grew to a monstrous size 20. As she stood back up, Dan realized the witch stood at eye level to his pecs when they used to be the same height.

The witch then wrapped her arms around Dan's hulking body and cupped his ass cheeks, making them expand into two thick globes of fat that threatened to rip through his shorts. One hand then came back and gripped Dan's dick, making it grow and thicken until it was a massive 10 inches and hanging down his pant leg.

Finally, her hand lifted up to Dan's face, making a few adjustments to match his body. A thicker beard, a sharper jawline, a slightly bigger head to match his much bigger body, and thick brown hair on his head.

Dan gasped as he regained control of his body. He teetered back and forth as he tried to get used to his new body. His legs felt strong, holding up his immense muscle mass with ease. He even struggled to move his arms around at first because it was difficult to move that amount of mass. His meaty hands took a moment to explore his expansive body; bouncing his pecs and his ass, gripping his cock, and even rubbing through the short brown hair that now covered his head.

"How are ya feeling handsome?" The witch broke the silence.

"Are you kidding me, I feel amazing!" Dan flexed, as if to show off his body like a new toy.

"Well I'm glad you like it, now we should talk abou-" the witch was interrupted as Dan basically ran out the door.

"I'll be fine, thank you!" The sound of his voice got quieter as he shut the door behind him.

On his way home, Dan excitedly stopped by a retail store to grab some clothes that actually fit. He confidently strolled in with his tang top riding up his hairy six pack, and shorts that were clearly too small for him. He picked up a few clothes that were big enough to fit him, but small enough to leave little to the imagination about his physique. The clothes weren't exactly pretty, but nobody would care about the clothes when his hunky body was the one wearing them. He even flirted with the cashier on the way out, making his cheeks flush red.

He swiftly made it home and passed out like he had just had the workout of his life.

He woke up the next morning, feeling like he was still in a dream. He shot out of bed as if he'd had three cups of coffee already. This was how he spent every morning leading up to the reunion. Dan was more productive this week than he had been in years. His looks quickly got him a modest following on Instagram, and even on onlyfans after his followers pestered him enough. He reconnected with a bunch of his old friends from high school, just to build a rapport with them before the reunion. And he spent most nights partying and staying the night at some strangers house. By the time the reunion rolled around, it was as if he was the same person he was in high school. Hot, athletic, cocky as hell, and maybe just a bit nicer than he was back in high school. So much for 'building character'.

Before he knew it, it was time to leave for the reunion. He had been prepping for this all week, there was no way he could mess it up now. Dan was meant to be the Prom King. He wore a snug pair of jeans that hugged his ass perfectly, and a grey shirt that showed off his juicy pecs, and finally threw on the letter jacket he wore when he was Prom King ten years prior.

He pulled up to the reunion in his shitty, half broken down car and parked as far out of the way as possible just so no one could see the piece of shit he drove. He pushed open the door to the venue and walked past the crowd of people as if all eyes were on him, because they were. Everyone who was anyone knew who the Prom King was.

He strolled to the back of the stage, so he could get ready for his speech. He stood alone, in silence for a moment, trying to hype himself up. Even after the amazing week he has had, it was the same insecure fat ex jock under there who was scared that everyone would laugh at him onstage. But his moment of silence was interrupted when loud footsteps approached him from behind.

An older man strolls into the backstage, walking right past Dan as if he wasn't there. Dan grimaced as the man got close, seeing the man's large ball belly hanging out of his shirt, which seemed to have multiple buttons popped off. "What is this pig doing here?" Dan couldn't help but think of the old man. The old man promptly sat down in a chair near Dan, leaning back and pulling the shirt up his gut, as if to show it off.

"Who the fuck are you!?" Dan yelled as he got fed up with the old man's antics.

"Oh, you don't know who I am?" The man said as he continued to adjust himself in the seat.

"Why would I know some loser like you, are you the Prom Queens dad or something." Dan scoffed.

"I thought the witch would have warned you about me." The old man's demeanor became more serious.

Dan felt a jolt of fear run down his spine. How does he know about the witch?

"Oh I bet she did." The man started to laugh. "But all the attention online and the sex and the porn, oh the porn was so good." The man grunted as he rubbed his crotch. "You just couldn't resist being popular!"

Dan only grew more afraid as the man monologued.

"I am going to enjoy this." The old smiled as he got up from the chair.

"Enjoy what?" Dan questioned as he tried to back away, but couldn't. Why couldn't he back away. The old man grew closer and closer, but no matter how much Dan wanted to run, he remained frozen in place. The man placed his finger on Dan's forehead, causing a blue light to escape from his body and enter the man's body.

Dan watched helplessly as the man's arms grew to the size of melons, his biceps bursting through his sleeves. Meanwhile, all Dan could feel was his sleeves becoming looser as his arms deflated. The man's moobs shrunk into a solid pair of pecs as Dan looked down to see his chest swell until he was left with two soft man tits. The man's ball gut got smaller and smaller as fat piled into Dan's stomach, leaving him with a heavy gut that spilled under his shirt. The man's pants grew tighter and tighter as thick muscles filled his thighs and juicy fat perked up his ass. Dan felt weak as his legs became more fat than muscle, he even felt the bulge in his pants shrink as he watched a thick bulge appear in the man's pants.

As if that wasn't enough, Dan watched on in horror as the man's face ages down from 60 down to 30. His wrinkles melted away as Dans became dry and wrinkly, his face thinned out as Dan's became rounder and chubbier, and his hair gained a light brown colour as Dan's thinned out and became white. The man pulled off his shirt to reveal a forest of dark hairs sprouting all over his body as a bushy bread covered his face. Meanwhile Dan can feel his face go cold from the much thinner facial hair.

As the transformation came to an end, the man flexed as he felt the energy course through him.

Dan once again let out a gasp as he regained control of his body, though this time his voice was much deeper and gruffer. Dan panicked as he ran his hands through all of the new rolls of fat on his body. He even stumbled back as he adjusted to the weight of his gut.

"What did you do to me!?" Dan yelled.

"Oh you did this to yourself buddy, y'know how easy it was to find you." The man responded, sounding almost exactly like you used to.

"You made me fat." Dan's voice breaks.

"Oh I did so much more than that, check the camera in your phone old man." The man smiled, as if he was containing his excitement.

Dan dreadfully pulled out his phone and opened the camera app.

Dan shed a tear as he saw the fat old man staring back at him through his phone's camera. His gut was bursting out of his jacket and his hair was nearly as thin as it was before his initial transformation.

"And if you don't mind I'll be taking that." The man grabbed the letter jacket off of Dan and put it on himself.

The man confidently strutted towards the stage, ready to give his speech as Prom King, but Dan wasn't ready to give up that easily. His footsteps were heavy as he followed the man onstage and grabbed his arm.

"You're not gonna take this away from me!" Dan yelled.

This was followed by a moment of silence as the crowd went awkwardly quiet. Everyone's eyes were once again on Dan, but it didn't feel like before.

"Ooohhh, that was embarrassing old man." The old man whispered to Dan before approaching the mic. "I'm sorry everybody, my dad is just a bit jealous that I'm in my glory days and he's not." The man says to the entire venue, then turns to you once again. "Isn't that right, dad? " He said as he pressed his finger into Dan's chest.

Dan froze once again. This time, memories flooded into his brain. Memories of him growing old, never reaching the happiness and popularity he had in high school. He even had a son, and named him Dan jr. after himself of course. Though his son would grow to top him in all of his achievements, including becoming prom King back when he was in high school. Dan Sr. finally decided to swallow his pride and let his son have the spotlight. He slowly waddled off to the side and watched as his son gave his speech as Prom King.

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The Accident

There I was, floating above my body on Halloween night. It was supposed to be just another night out, but a deer darted in front of my car on the way home from the party. I swerved—too hard. My car rolled into a ditch, and just like that, my 22-year-old life ended.

But instead of the peaceful walk toward the light, I found myself staring at my broken body from above, my mind reeling. I expected angels, a tunnel, something comforting to guide me into whatever came next. Instead, there was a raspy chuckle from behind me.

“Man, you’ve really done it now.”

I turned, and there he was—the Grim Reaper. He didn’t look all that intimidating, just tired, like he was running late for a shift at a soul-harvesting factory. His black robe was wrinkled, and his scythe looked more ceremonial than functional.

“Uh, shouldn’t I be… judged or something? What’s going on?” I asked, gesturing to my body below, panic rising in my chest.

The Reaper sighed, clearly bored. “Well, see, I’d love to shuffle you off to the afterlife, but there’s a small issue. Some ancestor of yours made a deal with a witch a long time ago, and now you’re cursed. You’ve still got ten years left in you.”

“Wait, what? I’m dead!” I waved my hands through the air, trying to grasp something, anything that made sense.

“Yeah, but you’re not done living. Not yet. So, here’s the deal: every year, on Halloween at 3:33 AM, you’re gonna possess someone’s body for a year. Your soul is bound to this book”—he pulled out an old orange book with frayed edges—“and whoever reads it, you’ll get to hijack for a while. Ten bodies, ten lives. After that, you can move on.”

I stared at him, my head spinning. “What the hell? That sounds awful. What if no one reads the book?”

The Reaper shrugged. “Then you wait around. Could be hours, could be years. Guess you’ll have to get good at convincing people to read it. Anyway, your ride’s about to start.” He pointed ahead.

A man in his forties was standing near my wrecked car, speaking urgently into his phone. “Yeah, I’ve got a body here. I think he’s gone. I need help right away.”

“That’s Diego. He’s your ticket for the next year,” the Reaper said, his grin widening. “Good luck, kid.”

Before I could protest, Diego found the book. He flipped it open, scanning the first page. I felt it immediately—an invisible force pulling me toward him. With a rush, I was flung into his body, and everything went black.

When I came to, I was in Diego’s body. At first, it was like wearing a suit that didn’t fit quite right. My fingers were longer, my limbs more slender. The world felt different through his eyes, sharper, more aware.

I was still standing next to my wrecked car, but now I was him.

“Hello? Sir, are you still there?” The 911 operator’s voice crackled through the phone in my hand. “Uh, yeah, I’m here. His name’s Jacob,” I said, my voice sounding foreign and unfamiliar. I hung up and glanced down, checking Diego’s pockets for ID. His wallet had the name Diego Hernandez, and a quick glance at his phone showed him as some high-up exec. There was also a picture of him and another man, smiling at a beach. Diego’s partner, I assumed.

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The next year wasn’t just about pretending to be Diego; it became a delicate balancing act of reshaping him. Diego had been a meticulous, sharp-minded executive, always composed and polished. But I wasn’t Diego—I was Jacob, a 22-year-old who had no idea how to lead a high-powered life. Instead of trying to mirror his every move, I leaned into changing him, slowly but surely.

People started to notice. Diego had once been all about spreadsheets and efficiency, but under my influence, he loosened up. I made him more laid-back, the kind of guy who’d crack a joke in meetings instead of keeping things strictly business. He started eating lunch with the lower-level employees, not just his tight-knit executive circle, and he’d leave work earlier instead of burning the midnight oil. There was more swagger to the way he walked, a more casual confidence in his approach to work.

Some people liked the change; others weren’t so sure. I could tell by the sideways glances during meetings and the hushed conversations in the hallways. Carlos, though, seemed to love it. He said I—I mean Diego—was more fun, more present. That always made me pause.

Carlos. That was a whole other challenge. I wasn’t gay in my past life, so the idea of being in a relationship with a man like Carlos was something I hadn’t been prepared for. But the craziest part? Diego’s body responded to him—automatically. Even if I felt awkward in my head, my body didn’t hesitate when Carlos touched me, kissed me, or pulled me into his arms.

At first, it freaked me out. I wasn’t used to the physical chemistry that sparked between us, but I had to play along. I’d catch myself wondering what the hell was happening to me, feeling Carlos’s hand on my shoulder or his lips on mine and sensing the warmth that flooded Diego’s body in response. It was like Diego’s attraction to him was embedded in the body itself, like muscle memory. And I couldn’t stop it.

Over time, I grew more comfortable playing the role, though the constant reminders of who I was versus who Diego had been messed with my head. Was I just pretending, or was I actually starting to like Carlos in some way? It didn’t matter—I couldn’t let it. I reminded myself that I was Jacob, just a guy stuck in someone else’s life for the year.

Still, there were moments where I found myself almost... enjoying it. I learned to navigate their routines, whether it was cooking dinner together or cuddling on the couch watching old movies. I got used to how my body relaxed around Carlos, even though I tried to keep some distance mentally.

But by the time Halloween rolled around again, I knew I couldn’t keep it up much longer. I wanted to move on, to something younger, more exciting. Someone who could relive the youth I’d lost. I had my sights set on Chris, the fresh-faced 24-year-old at the office. He was everything Diego wasn’t—youthful, carefree, with a sharp wit and a charm that seemed to come effortlessly. I was done playing Diego’s role.

I was ready to live again—my way.

It was a Friday afternoon, the office buzzing with pre-weekend energy. Chris was leaning against the wall by Diego’s desk, casually flipping through some papers. His sleeves were rolled up, showing off toned forearms that I couldn’t help but notice. "So, Diego," Chris said with that easy smile, "you going to the Halloween party tonight? I hear it’s going to be a good one."

I smirked inwardly. Perfect. Tonight would be the night. “Yeah, I’ll be there,” I said, nodding, “What about you? You’ve got a costume ready?”

Chris chuckled, “You’ll just have to wait and see. Let’s just say I’m going for something classic.” He winked, and I felt a twinge of anticipation. I’d planned everything down to the minute. Tonight, Chris would get his hands on that book, and by 3:33 AM, I’d be out of Diego’s body and into his.

But as Chris and I continued to chat, I couldn’t help but notice Jason in the background. He was seated at his desk across the room, hunched over in his usual gray polo that stretched a little too tight across his broad shoulders. Jason was the office gym bro—always talking about his latest workout routine, always finding ways to make the most mundane tasks a little goofy.

“Yo, Diego!” Jason called from his desk, spinning around in his chair with a wide grin. “You gonna see me crush it in my costume tonight? It’s gonna be epic, man!”

I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help smiling at his antics. Jason, mid-30s and built like a linebacker, was always full of energy—probably too much energy for most people. He was the kind of guy who’d slap you on the back a little too hard and make awkward jokes at the wrong time, but he was harmless. Loud, goofy, and always the life of the party, even if people didn’t always take him seriously.

Chris shook his head, grinning at Jason’s enthusiasm. “Let me guess, you’re going as a superhero?”

“Nah, man! I’m mixing it up this year,” Jason said with a mock-serious expression, then cracked into a laugh. “You’ll just have to wait and see, too. But let’s just say it’s gonna be swole!”

I laughed, playing along, though in the back of my mind, I kept my focus on Chris. Jason was just noise in the background, a distraction. Tonight wasn’t about him. Tonight was my night to take control of Chris’s life, to finally move on from Diego’s world and slip into something fresher and younger.

But as I glanced back at Jason, still chuckling to himself at his desk, a small voice in the back of my mind wondered if things could go off track. After all, nothing in this bizarre afterlife had gone exactly as planned. And Jason’s loud, over-the-top presence seemed to have a way of crashing into situations he wasn’t invited to.

Shaking the thought off, I turned back to Chris, locking in on the real target. Everything was going to go right tonight—I was sure of it.

Or so I thought.

The morning of Halloween, I woke up earlier than usual. The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a faint glow on Diego’s room. I sat up in bed, running my hands over his chest, his skin smooth and warm beneath my fingers. It was strange—this would be my last few hours in this body.

Leaving Carlos sleeping in bed I headed to the backyard with a coffee in hand to go sit outside. On impulse, I opened my camera app. A quick snap—Diego’s reflection staring back at me from the screen. He looked good, I had to admit. Diego had the kind of face that turned heads—a strong jawline, neatly trimmed beard, piercing eyes. Not too bad for my first possession. I’d gotten lucky landing in a body like his, a handsome stud who could command attention just by walking into a room.

But as I stared at the photo, a wave of conflicted feelings hit me. I was ready to move on, yes—ready for a new life, a younger body, someone with more energy. But at the same time, there was something unsettling about leaving. Diego had become part of me in a way I hadn’t anticipated. The routines, the habits, the life I’d built over the past year—it wasn’t just Diego’s anymore. It was mine, too. And I wasn’t sure I was ready to let it go.

I set the phone down, exhaling slowly. Time was running out. By the end of the night, I’d be gone from this body, and Diego would go back to being himself. No memory of me, no sign that I’d ever been here. A part of me wondered if he’d even notice any change at all.

But that was the deal. Ten bodies, ten years. And Diego had been just the start.

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The bar was nearly empty now, with just a few lingering colleagues laughing loudly in the corner. The company Halloween party had been a success—most people had already stumbled out, but the dim lighting and half-empty drinks left behind gave the place a lazy, comfortable atmosphere. It was late, and I only had one thing on my mind: getting Chris to read the damn book.

I spotted him at the bar, chatting with a coworker before they said their goodbyes. He was the last person I needed here tonight. Chris—young, in shape, and full of potential. Exactly the kind of person I would’ve been had I not died at 22. He was everything I wanted now: his youth, his confidence, his energy.

I approached him, holding the orange book in my hand like a harmless accessory. I’d spent the last few weeks preparing, figuring out how to make this moment happen without raising suspicion.

“Hey, Chris,” I said, sliding onto the barstool next to him. “That was a great party, huh?”

He smiled, that easy, charming grin that made people like him immediately. “Yeah, it was. You know, I don’t usually stick around this late, but it’s Halloween, so why not?”

I laughed. “Exactly. Speaking of Halloween, I’ve been meaning to ask—you ever read this?” I casually placed the book on the bar between us, the title catching the dim light.

Chris glanced at it, intrigued. “Can’t say I have. What is it?”

“Just something spooky, thought it was perfect for tonight. It’s one of those weird, old books you’d expect to find in a haunted house. Gives you chills just reading it.” I pushed it a little closer to him, watching his reaction. I needed him to take the bait. “You should check it out.”

He reached for it, fingers brushing the cover, and I felt a surge of anticipation. I glanced at my watch—3:25. The window was coming up. I just needed to keep him engaged for a few more minutes and—

“Diego! Man, there you are!” A booming voice interrupted my thoughts.

Jason.

I turned around to see Jason approaching, drink in hand, as loud and boisterous as always. He clapped me on the back with a little too much force and leaned against the bar.

“Hey, Jason,” I said, trying to hide my irritation.

“Chris, my man! You still here too?” Jason grinned, turning to us both. Then his eyes landed on the book. “Whoa, what’s this?”

I could feel my plan slipping away. “Oh, nothing, just a spooky read I was showing Chris. Kind of an old Halloween thing.”

Jason’s eyes lit up. “I love that kind of stuff! Is it one of those cursed books or something?” He snatched it off the bar before I could react.

“No, Jason, it’s really not for—”

But he was already flipping it open, his eyes scanning the pages. “Dude, I love this kind of creepy shit. Let’s see what it says…”

I felt the familiar tug in my chest, the sudden, overwhelming force that signaled the beginning of the transfer. No, no, no—this wasn’t supposed to happen! My plan had been foolproof. Chris was supposed to read the book, not Jason.

I tried to fight it, to stay grounded in Diego’s body, but it was useless. The pull was too strong. I felt myself being yanked away from Diego, ripped from his life, from his relationship with Carlos, from everything I’d built over the last year.

With a final, helpless glance at Chris, I was hurtling through the air, straight toward Jason. My ghostly form slammed into him from behind, and everything went dark.

When I blinked back into awareness, I was no longer in Diego’s slim, precise body. Instead, I felt bulkier, heavier, muscles straining against my clothes. I looked down and saw Jason’s hands—large, calloused, a far cry from Diego’s delicate fingers.

I’d missed my target.

Jason looked up from the book, blinking as if in a daze. I could feel his mind reeling from the brief possession, trying to make sense of the sudden flood of my consciousness. I swallowed hard and cleared my throat, adjusting to the deeper voice that now came out of Jason’s mouth.

“Chris, man,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “you should really check out that book sometime.”

Chris, completely oblivious to what had just happened, gave me a puzzled smile. “Maybe next time, Diego—uh, Jason?”

I forced a grin, feeling the weight of Jason’s body settle around me. This was not how it was supposed to go. But I wasn’t done yet.

The transfer was jarring. Jason’s body was completely different from Diego’s lean frame. He was heavy, muscular, and I immediately felt the strain of his bulk. I blinked, adjusting to the new weight, the tightness of his clothes, and the strange sense of power that came with his physique.

I looked down at my new hands—massive, calloused, and strong. Jason’s body was like a machine, perfectly sculpted from hours at the gym. I flexed, feeling the muscle ripple under the skin, a grin creeping across my face despite the frustration of my failed plan.

I stumbled into the bathroom, needing a moment to adjust. The reflection that stared back at me in the mirror was foreign yet strangely exhilarating. Jason’s chiseled face, his broad shoulders—this was a body that commanded attention, and I could see why he was always the center of the office gym culture.

“Damn you know what…,” I muttered, rolling my shoulders and smirking at the reflection. “Not exactly what I planned, but I can work with this.”

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As I left the bathroom of the bar, adjusting to the weight of Jason’s body, I spotted Diego by the exit. He was leaning against the wall, looking a bit off-balance. He rubbed his temples as if he were trying to shake off a hangover, though I knew better. That woozy feeling wasn’t the alcohol—it was the lingering aftermath of having someone else control your body for a year.

Diego glanced up and caught my eye. "Man, I think I had too much to drink," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. He was disoriented, confused—but completely unaware of the truth. Part of me wondered if some fragment of our time together would eventually surface in his mind, a fleeting déjà vu that would never make sense to him.

Chris, still chatting by the bar, noticed Diego’s state and waved him over. “Hey, Diego! You okay, man? You’re looking kinda pale.”

Diego chuckled weakly and gave a dismissive wave. “Yeah, just… probably need to get home. Been a long night.”

I—Jason now—watched from a few feet away, leaning against the bathroom doorframe. It was surreal, seeing Diego like this, so unaware that I had been him for an entire year. I hadn’t realized how much I’d grown used to his body until now, standing in Jason’s much bulkier form. And Carlos… God, I would miss him. The way Diego’s body responded to him was like nothing I’d ever experienced. The closeness, the warmth—it was something I hadn’t anticipated, and now it was gone. The thought gnawed at me, but I shoved it down.

I approached them casually, adopting Jason’s confident stride. “Diego, you heading out already?” My voice—Jason’s voice—sounded deeper, rougher, and it still felt foreign on my tongue.

Diego nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, think I’ve had enough for tonight. You guys sticking around?”

Chris shrugged. “I might hang for a bit longer. Jason, you?”

I glanced at Diego one last time, a strange sense of finality washing over me. “Yeah, I’ll stick around.” I couldn’t say goodbye, not in any real sense, but watching Diego walk out that door felt like the closing of a chapter I wasn’t entirely ready to end.

Diego gave a tired smile and a wave as he headed toward the exit. As he left, I felt something shift in the air—a realization that I’d never be a part of his life again. And Carlos... part of me almost wanted to follow Diego just to see Carlos one more time, but what was the point? That chapter was over. I had to focus on what was ahead.

I turned back to the bar, Jason’s broad shoulders carrying me with ease as I slid onto a stool. The male bartender looked up from wiping glasses, his eyes flicking to mine. There was a spark of interest in his gaze that made me pause. The guy was rugged, with stubble that framed a sharp jawline, and he held my stare for a moment too long before smirking.

“Another drink?” he asked, his voice low.

I leaned forward, matching his energy. “Yeah, sure. What do you recommend?”

As he poured, I couldn’t help but smirk to myself. Maybe missing my target wasn’t such a bad turn of events after all. Jason’s life was already starting to look interesting in ways I hadn’t expected.

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Jason’s life was a far cry from Diego’s rigid routine, but in a way, it was exactly what I had been craving—freedom, excitement, and a lot less pressure. I wasn’t waking up at 6 AM anymore to go over emails or prepping for another mind-numbing executive meeting. Now, I was hitting the gym early, flexing in the mirror with every rep, and enjoying the newfound strength that came with Jason’s bulk.

The office was different, too. Jason wasn’t tied down with endless responsibilities like Diego had been. He wasn’t the serious type, and that gave me room to breathe. I could joke with coworkers, mess around without people raising their eyebrows. And surprisingly, people liked Jason—a lot. His goofy charm, the way he could lighten the mood, made him well-liked around the office. It was almost the opposite of what I had with Diego, where I had to constantly maintain an image of perfection.

I’d even started to develop a routine at the gym that Jason had frequented. His body craved the weight of the dumbbells, and I found a strange satisfaction in pushing it to its limits. Each rep felt like a reminder that I was in control, molding Jason’s life however I saw fit.

But there was more to it than just working out. Jason had a social circle that was open and inviting. I could walk into a bar, crack a joke, and people would laugh, slap me on the back, and offer me a drink. I was the center of attention—whether at work, at the gym, or on a night out with the guys. It was a rush.

Of course, there were parts of Jason’s life that were chaotic, but it was the kind of chaos I could handle. He wasn’t perfect—his apartment was a mess, his dating life was all over the place, and his diet consisted mostly of protein shakes and fast food—but it didn’t bother me. This was my playground now, and I could shape it however I wanted.

Jason’s life was simple—lift, laugh, and live.

One afternoon, Jason’s muscles taut from a workout, I caught myself smirking at my phones reflection in my car. I flexed in his tight blue gym shirt, feeling the definition in his arms, his chest. The life I had now? It wasn’t the one I had planned for, but it felt good. Real good.

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Really enjoyed writing this one. Here's another halloween story for the month. Let me know what y'all think. Would you be upset with being Jason or did you want the main character to end up in Chris? Let me know - The Shift

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Like father like son, part 2

"Ah fuck, dad. These should be registered. Never imagined I would have such massive guns," David said to his own reflection while observing his biceps and hairy armpits.

A whiff of smell hit his nose. "Fuck. I don't know if I can handle the smell though. I don't know if it's the hair or you just being this big."

It has been a few hours now, since David and his father swapped bodies, thanks to his father being a cheater. His ex-girlfriend swapped them. David was stressed from the moment they swapped. The fear of losing his life, his dad screaming at him with his own voice while driving, the fact he was in his father's body now, which he always found gross. It was a bit too much.

And then it was clear they would stay like this for AT LEAST A MONTH. They exchanged details about each other and promised not to violate their bodies. No tattoos or piercings, no drugs, and not too much alcohol. And definitely no sex. That would seal the deal and prevent any return

David took a deep breath and headed to the bathroom. He needed to take a look at his new self for the first time. He respected his father, but sometimes he could be slightly... mean. He feared him when he was a child. And after his mom died, he cheated on every girl he started a relationship with. David used to idolize his father, but not after this.

His older eyes stared at him. His new fingers brushed through his beard full of gray hair. He looked at the length of his new hair. His wasn't this short since... since his mom was here. He liked to keep it longer

He looked at his teeth. Some fillings and repairs were noticeable, but overall good. His necklace with a cross was dangling on his neck and got buried into the hairy bushes on his torso every time he straightened up.

David touched his hairy torso. Now amused of the amount of hair. He trailed the hair to his stomach. Now noticing the hardening appendage in his jeans. "Oh, I can't do this. This feels wrong."

He had to find a way out of this. He went out to the hall and headed to his father's bedroom. Strange that they didn't swap those as well before. He wanted to speak to his father. He thought about knocking, but before he did, he heard moaning. He carefully opened the door.

The bathroom door was wide open, steam coming to the bedroom. His old body was standing there, jerking off his old dick while his other hand was fingering his ass. David couldn't believe what was happening right in front of him. His own father was jerking off his body.

He increased the speed. Now shots of cum fell into the bath water. As his moans went silent and he collapsed, David found himself stroking his dad's hard dick over the jeans. He stood there until his father got out of the bath, wrapping a towel around his new waist.

David:"Wow, dad. I see you didn't waste any second, huh? Hope you enjoyed it."

Dad:"Dave, it's... I'm sorry, it's the hormones. I haven't been this horny for so long. I couldn't control it"

David:"It's fine, dad. I am gonna do the same tonight." he said, and with a smirk on his older face, he left the room.

David now found himself sniffing his armpits and flexing his biceps in the bathroom. He still couldn't look at his reflection, it felt wrong looking at his father's face. But when he didn't, he enjoyed the feeling of being massive and older.

"Shit. I should prank Liam!" David said, laughing. He took off his pants and snapped a photo of his figure. In the photo, his dad, or at least that's what Liam will think, was shirtless, smiling. He sent the photo to David, saying:"Come over tonight. Don't tell David."

"Here goes nothing," he said while taking off those grey boxers. He knew there was no avoiding it.

Yep. He saw that dick a few times at the local swimming pool showers while with his dad. Now, that dick was attached to him. Shit, that dick made him. He didn't want to touch it at first. But the more he looked at his reflection, the more he didn't mind. Shit, his dad was a fine looking guy.

He touched his dick. "Fuck. Ok, this is real. I'm touching my father's dick," his deep voice said. He grabbed it with his hand and looked at himself. He started stroking the foreskin over the head of his new dick. He was getting hard and avoiding his reflection. But when he was looking down, he was more and more in love with this big, hairy, chest, his dick, his hairy strong legs.

His phone vibrated. Liam:"I'm here"

You smiled at the screen. "Oh fuck yeah,". You got dressed and headed down.

Liam was my gay best friend. David was gay too, but we didn't really speak about being into each other or not. Or about any gay or sex stuff. We mostly talked about games, school, and travelling.

David let him enter the house and had a strict look on my face. I led him by his hand to my bedroom. We passed my own with it's door locked and occupied by dad in my body. David closed the door.

Liam:"Sir, why are we in David's room?"

David:"Who said you can ask me any questions?"

Liam got scared and stood still.

David:"Take my pants off."

Liam:"What?"

David:"You heard me. Take. My. Pants. Off."

He came closer to David. Avoiding his eyes. Unbuckling his belt. He was really careful not to touch him. He took them down. David helped him by lifting his legs. Liam was now standing with the pants in his hands.

David looked at him wearing only grey shorts and a yellow tank top.

David spoke up. "Touch my dick, Liam. I know you want to."

Liam slowly reached out his hand and got closer, his eyes still wide from fear of what David's dad would do to him. David stopped him just a tiny bit before he touched it

David laughed:"Dude, what the fuck? You would just fuck my dad so easily?"

Liam:"What? I..."

David:"It's me, dude, David."

Liam:"I think I have to leave, sir."

David:"Stop calling me sir. What would you do home anyway? Jerk off to some photos and stories on Tumblr a maybe play League of Legends after that. Stay here"

Liam:"How do you... Did David tell you?"

David:"Nope. I'm in my dad's body. He's in my. For a month. I know it's crazy, couldn't believe it myself, but here I am. Wanna see my dad shirtless?"

Liam:"Is that really you, David? How did this happen?"

David:"Dad's ex cursed him for cheating. We swapped."

Liam:"Wow. It must be crazy to be in your dad's body. Like... he's so hairy and big."

David:"Yeah and you should see his dick," he said and grabbed the bulge.

Liam couldn't take his eyes off of it. "Dude, can I? Touch it?"

David:"Sure. At least someone doesn't mind being it weird."

Liam reached down and grabbed it. He got on his knees and sniffed it. "Oh don't worry, it's weird enough". He grabbed it with his mouth over the fabric. David felt it was getting harder and harder. Liam got up and reached into his boxers, grabbing the dick but leaving the hand inside to just hold it.

Liam looked deeply into David's eyes. "David's dad. You are a sexy motherfucker."

David:"Sadly, no one is gonna be fucking today."

Liam:"Why? We are enjoying ourselves, aren't we?" as he lifted his tank top and kissed all over David's hairy chest, and stroking his hard dick.

David:"We are. But sex seals the spell. We wouldn't be able to swap back."

Liam returned to David's face and kissed him with his tongue and then continuously dragged his lips along his face to feel all of him on his mouth. The beard, the wide neck, the biceps. Now licking the big ball flexed in his face and inhaling the manly musk. "Fuck. That's a shame. I really want to fuck you, sir."

David:"We can do other things, I guess."

Liam:"Does blow job count?"

David:"It might. But masturbation doesn't."

Liam got undressed and stroked himself too. David threw him on the bed, took off his tank top, and dropped the briefs. David got on top of him, staying on his knees, while Liam was lying and jerking off while watching his dad's father stroking his dick in his face.

Liam's dick was hard and painfully begging to cum, while Liam carefully edged himself.

David, on the other hand, had some troubles.

Liam noticed his dick getting flacid. "You don't like me?"

David:"No, it's not that. You're really hot. And 5 minutes ago, I really wanted to fuck you. But now... I don't think it's gonna get hard... for you. Or any man. My dad's body isn't gay."

Liam:"Well, that's a bummer."

David:"Doesn't mean YOU can't enjoy it."

They smiled as Liam burried his face into David's chest hair.

The bedroom smelled of cum. But only from one person. David got frustrated. He couldn't even enjoy masturbating. He would probably have to think about women now.

Liam was asleep next to him. He got up and headed to the shower. His new body now felt more comfortable, on the other hand. Not disgusting like before. He entered the shower, still naked from the bed.

The hot water hit his body. What felt strange to him was his dad's skin. It kind of seemed not that tight and more... shiny with sweat and musky

He looked at his dick again. "Let's try that one more time," he thought about his hot friends, his celebrity crush, nothing. But as soon as he thought about a woman's boobs, BAM. There it was, hard as a rock.

David:"A gay son in his straight father's body. Fantastic. Thanks Linda. What a great joke."

The second day he went to the mall to get his dad some new clothes. He was still using some old ones that looked horribly.

He tried on some tight jeans. Shirt thatr he would wear in his body and enjoyed making his dad look like an idiot in stuff he would never wear.

But eventually he picked up some basic good clothes to feel good in. Especially picking up some new shoes was strange to him. His feet were now larger and smelled. But it didn't bother him anymore.

He tried jerking off one night. The most efficient way was to turn on some good lesbian or straight porn. His dad must be really into it, because his dick was leaking pre-cum the entire time. He always forgot about the hair though. He was used to cum all over his abs and just clean it after, but now he did too. But cleaning was more tedious.

On the fifth day he downloaded Tinder. His body had needs, and even if he would just cum over some bitch's face as he did with Liam, he had to do it.

He set up a few profile pics that he knew would catch someone's eye.

And it was a great move. He was now jerking off every night while texting with these horny women. They were really into his dad. Fuck, Linda really knew what she was doing with that no-sex deal. This was freaking hard. Maybe even harder, because his dad was a freaking sex maniac. And now David felt his mind succumb to it more and more each day.

David knew his dad went to the beach with Andrew. A chance for him to enjoy the house for himself... And that slut, Barbara. The fucking tits she had. David knew that even if they wouldn't fuck, he would suck on those for hours. He wanted to fuck her so badly, but he tried to remember the deal.

Barbara wasn't really much into talking. They moved into the bedroom right away. Both were now naked. David, on bottom watching her play with her tits. "Oh yeah, baby. Show them to me."

She was so hot. David was jerking off while watching her.

Barbara:"I wanna fuck you, so much. I need your dick in my pussy."

David:"I told you I can't."

Barbara:"But I brought condoms."

David:"Oh god, I really want to... but no."

Barbara smiled as she grabbed his dick and got close to his face:"Can I handcuff you? I'm really into it."

David just smiled drunk with lust to fuck this woman.

Barbara handcuffed his hands behind the bed.

David smiled as he had her tits now above his head. She put them on top of his face and let him suck on them. David:"You have such great tits, Barbara."

"Oh I know" she said and got down close to his dick. She was jerking him off while playing with her tits, but now was getting too close with her mouth.

David:"Barbara. We really can't."

Barbara:"Yeah, I know."

David moaned as his dick was moving inside of her mouth, her lips tightening around his shaft. He closed his eyes and put his head on the pillow. David never felt like this before. He was a virgin and gay. This was freaking strange. And even weirder that his dad's body knew what to do and how to respond to it.

But then a warm and wet feeling surrounded his dick. He opened his eyes and saw that Barbara sat on top of him. With his dick in her vagina

David:"Get off! Now!"

Barbara:"Oh you're mad at me? I have been such a bad girl. I need to get punished"

David:"I'm serious. Get off of me. Now"

Barbara was sliding along his dick up and down

David felt that he was gonna finish very soon. Way sooner

David:"Please, Barbara. I can't cum inside of you"

Barbara laughed as she got off of him and finished him with his mouth, swallowing all of the cum

David:"Fuck"

He looked at the ceiling. Barbara was stroking his hairy chest. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. You can't say no to a dick like this one"

David had to check in his had what just happened. He fuck a woman in his dad's body. A woman. He was gay. Was. In his old body. He was his dad now. And he had sex with her. Fuck. What is he gonna tell his dad. Or his son now? Fuck. But it's not his fault. No, it's his dad's fault. If he wasn't a sex maniac, he would have never fucked her. He couldn't help it. But he fucked up. His dad is now gonna be so pissed that he sealed the spell. Maybe... If his dad would fuck someone too, he wouldn't feel so guilty.

David:"Hey. Wanna go for a walk to the beach?"

After the walk with Barbara that was basically dare his dad to fuck someone, David set his new goals. He was gonna get ripped. More than his dad was now. He was gonna find himself someone to fuck and enjoy his new life as a straight daddy. It's not gonna be that bad to be his father. Yeah the thought of losing all those years of life was sad, but he had to find the good out of this situation. And fucking bunch of women in the town didn't sound so bad.

As he was lifitng in the new gym where he usually went with his old body his phone received a phone call. It was Linda.

"Fuck. This is gonna be interesting" David thought to himself.

Linda:"Hello, there. How's your dad's body?"

David:"What do you want?"

Linda:"I just wanted to call and laugh. I don't have your body's number, so I atleast wanted to call you."

David:"Can you still reverse this?"

Linda:"Oh, David. You fucked somemone didn't you? You had one rule and you couldn't stick to it."

David:"It's this body. I wouldn't have done that, but dad is really into sex. So can you still do something about this?"

Linda:"Of course I can. Just as long as your dad doesn't fuck someone in your body. After that it's basically impossible to swap you."

David:"Oh no. I have to stop him..."

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swappingforgood · 10 months ago

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Like father like son, Part 1

Father P.O.V.

My ex-girlfriend is a witch. Fucked up right? Yeah I never believed in any of this and she knew. And after cheating on her she said she would "make me believe". What a load of crap. I thought. Well, not anymore. Me and my son found ourselves in each others bodies. It happened just as we were normally chatting. We weren't that close, cause I was working most of the time and he was out with his friends enjoying his teen years. I wanted to get close to him, but he seemed to not want to open up to me.

If you have seen a movie Vice Versa where the Dad and son swap bodies while touching the skull. Or is it a transformation? Ah, doesn't matter. Well it happened a bit like that too. We swapped bodies literaly. The clothes stayed where they were previously.

After the initial shock and realisation that it was my girlfriend who caused it, we went to get information from her. My son had to drive, cause his body didn't have a license yet. The start was horrible. He couldn't even keep his eyes on the road, so I had to yell at him what to do. But eventually we got to her house.

On the front door was a note that said:"Went on a holiday for a month. And to my lovely ex-boyfriend - having sex with someone else makes it irreversible :) have fun"

Yeah, so we found out that we were fucked until she got back from her holiday. A month in my teen son's hormone filled body and him in my horny middle aged one. Our chances are very slim I tell you

We got back home, staying quiet on the ride home. We went into the living room and got on the sofa. Then we made a deal. We had to respect our bodies as if it were our own, no sex allowed, no drugs and alcohol. We had to scratch the alcohol, has David said he wants to enjoy the adulthood. But besides that we agreed on everything. We then proceeded to tell each other the details of our schedules. I had to mentally prepare for being in high school again and he had to prepare for a real job. I was actually kind of happy to get back there. I missed being a teen, having less responsibilities etc. Being you, enjoying life, music, love, sex. Ah, fuck. That's gonna be hard

We even had a talk about respecting each others privacy, but after we thought about it, we came to a conclusion that there was no way we could avoid looking at our new bodies naked. We had to take shower some day, or take a shit. All of these are gonna be pretty intimate so that's why.

We agreed that our bedroom's are gonna me our own places that the other can't got to.

And so we went on and parted our ways while leaving to our bedrooms. Maybe we shoould have went to each other's bedroom, but we haven't thought about that. All our clothes were in the other room, but neverminf. My room has its own access to the bathroom so I'll enjoy that.

I took off my shirt first. My sons's athletic lean teen body just being there. My finger tips touching my haird, my lips my cheeks. Tracing my neck, through the ridges I now had, going down to my beautiful abs covered in hair. I was getting hard, is it weird being hard from touching your son's body? Jesus that sounds horrible. But I am not touching my son, he is touching himself, I am just the one in control now.

I got on the ground and took off my jeans. Revealing black boxers with KISS logo and two hairy and long legs. Quite similar to mine actually. Genetics is strong I guess

I headed to the bathroom to get a proper look and clean my new body. I can't neglect my son now.

I took off his boxers. His dick flacid now, but still big. "That's my boy". I went to the bath and turned on the water. But I had no intention in lying in the water now. I had much exploring to do. I started from my feet. The beautiful and clean feet. No hard skin. I took the water and sopa into my hands and brought it up everytime I explored a part of his body. Everything wet marked a place I already knew now

I was now soaping his body above the waist line, enjoying the tight skin of his body. Being young is so amazing. He is mostly hairless, if you don't count some private areas.

I was now soaped up completely, just scrubbing the body up and down. Enjoying every movement I took.

Wow his butt is really nice, almost woman-like. Maybe I could let some guy fuck me. Wait, I can't do that. We can't have sex in each others bodies or we would seal the deal. But masturbation is not off the table I guess.

I took my middle and index finger to try out the resistsance of his hole. Nah, this hole already knows what is about to happen. And then it hit me. Fuck, his prostate his so sensitive. I went and pushed my fingers inside, while my other hand started jerking my already throbbing cock.

It couldn't have been long cause I was almost collapsing from the abundance of strong emotion and stimuli. I shot cum into the bath and then got down into the water.

What a body. Maybe this month isn't gonna be so bad after all

I got out of the shower, to find my body in his own clothes staring at me

"Wow, dad. I see you didn't waste any second huh? Hope you enjoyed it"

"Dave, it's... I'm sorry, it's the hormones. I haven't been this horny for so long. I couldn't control it"

"It's fine dad. I am gonna do the same tonight"

The rest of the week went on pretty smoothly. There were some embarassing moments, like hearing myself having an orgasm in the other bedroom, or finding open porn videos on tv, but besides that not much. I was enjoying being a young guy in high school again and having David's friends around was really great. We hung out all the time. But his friend Liam seemed like he wanted to be more than friends with David. Which complicated things a bit. I was in David's gay body now and his body wanted Liam. But I was holding on

One day we were on a beach just enjoying the weekend. We played some beach volleyball and then we got back to our towels to sunbathe

Andrew, my straight friend, then said:"David? Isn't that your dad with a new chick? Damn, he scored a nice one this time. Would like this one for myself too. Look at those tits."

And he was right. David was walking around with a blonde woman that had a hand on his waist. What took me off guard was that my body started making out with her and grabbing her tits. Not caring who might see.

Wait, does this mean what I think it means? Are we really stuck like this now? I just hope he didn't have sex with her

I changed the story a tiny bit. I was really inspired by the photos so it went to a different direction than I hoped for. I hope you don't mind. If you do, please message me and I'll do another one especially for you :)

A story request from inbox: Hi, can you write a story about a closeted widow muscle dad swapping with his straight twink son and somehow their nethaw body fits their role? The dad in his twink son's body came out as a bottom gay and the sun in his muscular dad's for found a girlfriend which he fvcks every night. Thank you

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swappingforgood · 10 months ago

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Windows To The Soul

The eyes are the windows to the soul. I’d never realised just how true that saying really was until recently. I could really see it now. Because whenever I looked into Leo’s eyes, I could always see Rory staring right back at me. Even now as we sat in a coffee shop together he looked over at me while sipping on his iced latte. His eyes gleaming with the same love for me that Rory’s always had.

It was enough to give immediate butterflies. Though, if I was being totally honest, Leo’s body was enough to do that on its own. All that size and hairy muscle Rory now had under his control was just something else entirely.

———

3 months ago Rory had been involved in a terrible accident. You might be thinking of a car crash or a work related incident. But nope. It was a fucking lightning strike. A freak thunderstorm that’d come out of nowhere decided that of all places to strike lightning, it was gonna do it mere inches away from my boyfriend. A lot of lightning strike victims survive in some manner but Rory wasn’t so lucky. That strike took him out for good. Or at least that’s what everyone thought.

His body had been taken away and I as well as our family were left to mourn as we planned Rory’s funeral. It didn’t feel real at the time. Like it was all a sick joke. But that’s when it happened.

One night as I was looking back on some of our pictures together, I felt something cold press against my back. I hardly had time to react before I felt whatever it was pressing inside me as though it was seeping into my skin. Forcing its way into my body and attempting to take control. I tried to fight, resulting in my body and limbs flailing around chaotically, but it was no use. Soon enough this thing had forced its way inside entirely and quickly assumed full control on my body.

At first it seemed like a nightmare. Seeing my body move against my will. That is until I heard a familiar voice in my head telling me not to worry. I couldn’t believe it. It was Rory’s voice! He then spoke aloud using my own body’s voice as he apologised for taking over without asking me but he assumed this was the only way I would believe him. Naturally my mind was spinning with questions and he could hear every last one of them. So he took his time to explain everything.

He told me that ever since he was killed in that crazy thunderstorm, he’d been stuck wandering as a ghost. He wasn’t sure why but he theorised that perhaps something about that lightning strike had prevented him from moving on somehow? It was all he could think of since he hadn’t come across any other ghosts. Apparently he’d been watching me and his family ever since until he figured out he could possess people. Something he realised when he accidentally slipped inside the body of our mailman not long ago. Apparently it’d taken him days to figure out how to leave the poor man’s body.

“I would’ve possessed someone else or told you while I was inside the mailman but I didn’t you’d ever believe me if I didn’t go the full mile.” He explained with my own voice. “You’d probably think I was some crazy stalker.” And he was right. There was no way I would’ve believed him had he not literally been inside my body right now. That said I was feeling an almost incomprehensible mix of emotions right now.

Love. Joy. Shock. Fear. Relief. Those and so so many more all bundled up to create this whirlwind I was feeling as Rory took the opportunity to check my face out in the bathroom mirror. Going on to comment on how weird it was to see the face of his handsome boyfriend being reflected back at him as he prodded at my body while I was helpless in the passenger seat. Add Horny to the list of emotions.

But we both quickly agreed that this wasn’t the best way to proceed. For a start I wanted to actually be in control of my own body and as fun as it was to both live in the same head, I’m sure we’d miss not being able to kiss and cuddle up together as individuals and also having our private time when needed. Oh and being able to fuck of course. That said, if we wanted our relationship to continue then we needed to go about this a different way.

Getting Rory a new body of his own.

So that’s what we planned to do. I allowed him to hop in and out of my body for the meantime as a means of easy communication while we hunted for someone else for Rory to take over. We wanted to find a man who would be perfect on the outside but a complete asshole on the inside. Why? Well whenever Rory possessed someone, that person was completely conscious of everything. Something I knew very well by that point. For that reason we didn’t want Rory to just steal the body of the first hot guy we saw and damn some innocent guy to be a mere spectator for the rest of his life. Instead we needed to find a dude who was a total scumbag that deserved such a fate.

And it took awhile. Sure there’s plenty of bad people out in the world. But not all of them were obvious and the ones that were usually didn’t meet the physical criteria shall we say. There were a few close picks that Rory and I kept our eyes on but everything changed when we found Leo.

Rory had been in control of my body at the time. We’d decided to head downtown and shop around for the afternoon. Going into a few shops and buying some stuff here and there. Eventually we decided to have a little browse around one of those sporty shops that sell all sorts of athletic clothes that were great for the gym and other physical activities. That’s when we saw him.

Browsing some of the shoes on displays was this gorgeous adonis of a man. He seemed about the same height as me but man was he beefy! It looked as though his clothes were struggling to contain his body. The blue compression shirt hugged his upper body nice and tight in a way that showed off his hefty pecs that undoubtedly bounced with every step he took. Even the hard tips of his nipples were easily seen through the tight fabric. As for the sleeves. They seemed as though they struggled to fit around even a small portion of those colossal biceps he was showing off to the world. So thick with power. Bulging with strength. And those pale blue jeans being so firmly strapped to his legs that not much was left to the imagination. So skin tight that it was easy to admire those hulking thighs and calves, never mind that huge muscle ass and noticeably large package.

I could immediately tell Rory liked him. After all he had full control over all my bodily functions and yet I just got one of the hardest boners of my life. Though I can’t lie, even if I was in control my body probably would’ve reacted the same to a hunk like that. Especially after we saw his face. Because if that body alone wasn’t enough, his face looked as though it’d been carved by the gods themselves. So perfectly masculine in every way that was both rugged and gorgeous at the same time. And that beard. God the beard. It was so perfectly thick and full. I just wanted to run my hands through it and worship it for all it was worth. This guy was our dream man.

Hence Rory used my body to subtly follow the man around the store for a while. The two of us soon finding out he even had a full head of thick hair hiding underneath that cap he was wearing when he flipped it around at one point. I was starting to wonder if this man had any flaws whatsoever.

Sooner or later though, the man exited the store and we soon followed. Watching as he walked through town before dipping into another shop. Seeing this I reminded Rory that if we followed him into too many stores, he’d eventually notice and call us out. I told him that it would be safer if he left my body and continued to follow that hunk in his ghostly form without me and report back tonight. Rory liked the sound of that plan, soon jumping out of my body and leaving me disoriented for a moment. I couldn’t see him anymore of course but I could only assume followed our new friend into that other shop afterwards and to anywhere else that hunk went.

Then I just had to wait.

———

Later that same evening I was sitting up in bed watching some TV as I absentmindedly rubbed my cock to the thought of that hunk from earlier that day. And then right one cue that familiar icy hot feeling rushed over my entire being as Rory slipped back inside my skin. By this point we’d done it enough times that the possessions were usually seamless.

He didn’t waste any time in catching me up. Rory told me how he’d followed the dude all the way back to his place. Didn’t take him long to find out the hunk’s name was Leo and that he lived alone in a fairly decent flat. Not to mention that underneath that compression shirt, the dude was a fucking gorilla! Not only was absolutely built with muscle but he was covered in manly fur from head to toe. Especially his chest and stomach.

Rory said he’d watched Leo for a good couple of hours and hadn’t picked up on anything just yet that would qualify him for certified asshole just yet. But there was a certain vibe he got from Leo. A hunch that said he wasn’t as pretty underneath all that masculine charm as you might want to believe. That said we agreed Rory would continue to surveil Leo for at least a couple more days to see if his little hunch checked out.

And with that he wished me love before hopping out of my body and leaving me to wait yet again.

———

And wait I did. For over a week in fact. I did my best to live my life as normally as possible in the meantime but the suspense of it all was killing me. Rory had never taken this long to surveil a body before this. I was even starting to worry that maybe something had happened to him somehow. But all of my doubts and worries were put to rest one afternoon when I heard a knock at my front door.

When I opened the door, my jaw practically fell to the floor. Stood before me in all his huge hairy and hunky glory was non-other than the same man I’d seen at that sports store. The same man who’s memory had been living rent free in my head for the past week. The very same man Rory had been surveilling this whole time. Standing before me was none other than Leo who was grinning at me ear to ear. His eyes full of both love and mischief at the same time. But I could tell from that one look alone that it wasn’t the real Leo in control. Behind those eyes was boyfriend Rory.

I barely had time to get a word out before he wrapped me up in a massive bear hug. Intentionally pulling me down and squishing my face between those enormous hairy pillows he called a chest. The enormity of which was hardly covered by a tight red tank top. I couldn’t help but take a deep breath as my face remained submerged between that thick muscle, inhaling his scent nice and deep. His powerful pheromones filled my nostrils in a way that made my brain light up. Not to mention the feeling of those large muscled arms holding me nice and tight while my cock twitched and flailed, trying not to cum on the spot.

I was in a total daze by the time he let go, pulling away from his gorgeous chest so I could stand up straight again and look into those sparkling eyes of his once again. Once again I tried to speak but he cut me off, this time by pressing those hot bearded lips against my own. It started soft but it only took a few seconds for it to devolve into something more primal and passionate. Him deepening the kiss as his tongue explored the inside of my mouth.

“Rory? Please tell me it’s you.” I was finally able to say once the two of us pulled away. It had to be. The look in those eyes was unmistakable. I was certain it was my boyfriend in there.

“You’d be in deep shit if it wasn’t.” He replied with a smirk, giving me the confirmation I needed to breathe a sigh of relief and smile back at him. “And I’d say we have ourselves a winner.” He added while gesturing down at his newly stolen form and giving him hairy pecs a quick squeeze.

I almost couldn’t believe it at first. “No fucking way. Please don’t say you’re messing with me… You’re actually gonna keep this one? Like forever?” I asked while gazing up and down his form, subtly licking my lips as I spoke. As well as that red tank top he also wore a pair of skin tight sweatpants that clung to his legs even better than those jeans did when I last saw Leo. Sat on his head was a black cap that was once again hiding his perfect hair underneath. And to bring the whole look together was a silver chain that hung around his neck and across his upper chest. Yet as I tried to scan his clothes, my eyes found themselves unable to keep their gaze away from those giant biceps or that handsome face for more than a few seconds at a time. What I’m saying is that if I were a woman, I’d probably get pregnant just from looking at him. Instead it just felt like my cock was about to make a mess of my underwear instead.

“Ooooh yeah. You wouldn’t believe the shit I found out about this guy. Seemed okay at first but I got to see those layers pull back first hand. And he was a total fucking scumbag who didn’t deserve any of this.” I could’ve fainted as I watched him flex those biceps after saying that. “So to answer your question, yes. I’m gonna keep this one. Forever.”

I don’t think I’d ever been more happy in my life to find out that another dude was a complete asshole. So much so that I dragged him inside the house and shut the door behind so I could give him a real hug this time. Squeezing him with all the love I had while telling Rory how happy I was that he could truly be here with me again. That I could actually see and talk to him again even if he looked different now.

“You sure you’re not just happy that I’m this massive hairy stud now?” He joked.

“It’s the person on the inside that matters most to me.” I said, trying my best to sound humble. “But I can’t say it’s not an added bonus to see you inside a body like this one.” I continued honestly while smiling back at him.

After that the two of us got seated on the couch where Rory explained to me everything that he witnessed over the past week he’d been observing Leo for.

Like he said before, everything seemed normal at first. Just a regular dude living his life. That is until Rory saw Leo texting on his phone. He didn’t think too much of it until he realised that Leo was texting multiple women at once. He didn’t want to assume things at first but judging by the way he messaged each one of these women, it seemed as though he was dating all of them! There had to be at least 3 different women he was leading on. Jumping between all their messages and letting them believe they were the only one. But it only gets worse.

Over that week he’d invited two of the three women to stay at his place for a night or two and the way he treated them was horrible! He acted like such a misogynist getting these women who were guests in his home to cook meals and do all the washing up. He treated them like crap and Rory couldn’t understand why these women put up with it? Initially he’d assumed it was because of how purely handsome Leo was that he could just get away with it. But after witnessing Leo fuck those women like an absolute beast he started to wonder if that was the real reason as well. He was an stud who knew how fuck and make his female partners orgasm multiple times. And because of that they let him walk all over them.

By this point Rory said that alone might not have been enough to sway him but there was so much more that happened on top of that. For example on the nights where none of his girlfriends were staying over at his place, he would instead find some other random chick on a hook up app to have over instead. Which meant he was fucking almost every single night without fail only to then practically toss these hook up’s out the door the very next morning. The way he treated women was just… ugh.

Rory then explained how he’d followed Leo to places like his job as a construction worker and the gym where he’d meet up with his friends. Once again it didn’t seem too bad at first until they started making certain comments that made Rory’s eye twitch. It started with more horrible treatment of women. That seemed to be a common theme unfortunately. Whenever an attractive woman would walk past the construction site Leo and his buddies were currently working at, they’d all made some kind of crude comment or gesture towards one another about the poor woman. Often talking about women as though they were sexdolls for their pleasure and not real people who deserved respect. It was disgusting to say the least.

What made it even worse however was when Leo and his buds spotted a gay couple walking past, they couldn’t help muttering homophobic comments under their breath. Chuckling to one another as they made fun of the two unsuspecting men holding hands and Leo even went as far as to call them faggots. Not to their faces of course but that didn’t matter to Rory. He still said it.

So by this point Rory had already been able to establish that Leo was sexist, homophobic, a misogynist and most likely a narcissist as well from what he could tell. With all that under his belt, Rory was willing to bet there was even more shit buried underneath that pretty exterior of Leo’s but he’d already seen enough. This guy didn’t deserve his body.

So Rory took it.

One evening as Leo was texting away on his phone messaging one of his multiple girlfriends yet again. Probably deciding if he wanted to invite them around or if he was just gonna find himself another hook up. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t going to get the chance to decide as Rory finally dove towards the hulking man.

Apparently what followed was a long loud roar of discomfort and inner struggle as Rory tried to force his way inside Leo. But it wasn’t easy from what Rory depicted. Out of the few people he’d possessed since becoming a ghost, Leo was definitely that most difficult. Fighting back against the foreign invasion of his body with everything he had. Rory described it like two strong forces pushing against one another with everything they had. For a moment Rory wasn’t totally sure he’d be able to take over but eventually, much to Rory’s delight, Leo's resolve begun to crack.

Before long the hairy meathead of a man fell to his knees. Knuckles on the floor like the gorilla of a man he was. His back arching while he let out another involuntary groan of distress as Rory was finally able to force himself deeper inside Leo’s body. His soul and mind slowly being pushed out of control by Rory as he forced Leo into submission. The hirsute hunk’s eyes darted around in a panic as he felt himself losing whatever will he had over his own body until soon enough not even his eyes obeyed him.

Once the struggle came to an end, Leo’s body collapsed to the floor face down. Still conscious but panting heavily. But as soon as he’d gathered himself, Leo’s eyes opened. Only behind those eyes, Leo was nowhere to be seen. Looking through those piercing blue irises was none other than Rory. Sure Leo was still in there somewhere but he was in the backseat now. A passenger and nothing more.

He placed his rough hands on the floor and pushed himself up off the ground. And as he rose, the first thing Rory saw while looking down were those thick meaty pecs. Only now they belonged to him. He wasn’t just admiring them from the outside anymore like the ghost he was. No. They were his. An enormous grin spread across Rory’s face and immediately he could feel the way his new beard and mustache curved at the expression. Running his hands through that thick manly facial hair had been intoxicating for him. He probably would have admired it for hours had the desire to squeeze and grope all of his new muscle not overwhelmed him soon after.

What Rory described to me next was a scene I would’ve committed murder to have watched with my own two eyes.

He went on to tell me how he’d slowly stripped himself of what little clothing Leo had been wearing at the time of possession. Gradually revealing more and more of the body he’d stolen in all its huge hairy glory. Finding the first mirror he could and watching how each and every muscle in Leo’s body moved and bulged to his whim. Every moan that escaped his mouth being filtered through a deep masculine baritone that only served to make Rory hornier. Even going on to describe how he’d had an erection pretty much from the second he took control over Rory’s cock. And it was fat. Apparently the two of us had been right about him being well endowed as between all the flexing and exploring of his new body, Rory had found it increasingly hard to ignore his new cock. He’d wanted to save the best for last but he couldn’t help passively stroking it through his underwear.

When he finally pulled that thing out, he described it like a monster cock. The kind you’d only ever see in porn. Yet there it was between his legs, standing tall and proud. After that he didn’t go into too much more detail. All he told me was after he was done exploring every inch of his new body and cock, he needed to take a long shower to get cleaned up. My imagination could already fill in the blanks. Constant self worship with one hand and masturbation with the other hand. The room filling with the sound of deep masculine grunts for over an hour straight until finally he exploded like a volcano over himself. That new cock proving itself to be a proper cum fountain.

And that brought us back to the two of us sat together in my living room. Rory told me he’d spent a good bit of time familiarising himself with Leo’s body and finding out a few extra details that he couldn’t see while observing. And the day after it all went down, he came here to show me good news. And so here we were, me sitting next to this Goliath of a man. Him looking at me with such a kind and gentle expression that made me blush. Now that my loving boyfriend was behind the steering wheel, it was hard for me to imagine this guy having been such an asshole before. Part of me was glad to have not seen it but at the same time just the thought was weirdly hot. My soft and tender hearted gay boyfriend stealing the body of an arrogant straight guy and forcing him to watch as Rory not only made his body gay as fuck but genuinely made him an infinitely better person.

That’s when something hit me. “Wait. Is he still conscious in there? Like can he see and hear everything you can right now??” I asked as I started to recall what it was like for me whenever Rory was inside my body.

“Yuuuuup. He’s definitely conscious.” Rory confirmed. “He woke up a couple hours after I took control. He must’ve been exhausted from fighting against me. I’d just gotten out of the shower and was trying on some of his clothes when I started to hear his voice.

He sounded confused and scared at first but that quickly turned to anger when I explained to him what’d happened. Told him that I’d been watching him as a ghost for the past week. Seeing how much of a scumbag he was to those around him. And so I’d decided that he didn’t deserve his body anymore and that I would turn his life right around.” He continued with a smug look on his face. “I carefully explained to him that I’d been a ghost searching for a new body and that he just seemed like the perfect fit for me.”

“No fuckin way. You actually said all that to him?” I chuckled. “How did he respond?”

“Not very well to say the least.” Rory admitted though it was somewhat of expected. “He started shouting and wailing at me, demanding I get the fuck out of his body and what not. He very quickly jumped to insults which I won’t repeat but I will say they were rather distasteful.” He leaned back onto the couch, allowing his muscular back to sink into the seat. “Honestly though his threats were kinda funny. I mean it’s not like he can do anything. He’s trapped. Locked up. Powerless. He thought he could intimidate me into leaving his body but honestly it just solidified my decision to keep it…” Rory began to trail off as he looked down at himself and pulled open the front of his tank top slightly just so he could gently brush a hand through his new chest hair again. “Yeahhhhhh… You hear that asshole?! All mine...” Rory said to himself out loud while giving one of his pecs a squeeze. Anyone else would think he was a little crazy.

I couldn’t help but sit and watch as my boyfriend groped himself. A huge part of me wanted to join in and start touching his body but I was too nervous to reach out. Instead I just undressed him with my eyes. My gaze narrowing quite specifically on his crotch where his bulge just looked so delicious. Every neuron in my brain was telling me to press my lips against it but I was quickly snapped out of my haze when Rory spoke up again.

“Oh fuck and when I told him about you and me? God you should’ve heard him. It was just homophobic slur after slur. Shouting about how he’d never let me put his cock near another dude. Practically calling himself the straightest man on the planet and that his dick would never prick up for another man. So after that I had no choice but to torture him by watching some gay porn that his ‘straight’ dick got hard as a steel rod for.” Rory explained before doing a rather crude jerk off motion over his bulging crotch. “Don’t think I’ve ever heard a more furious man in my life. Fuck I can still hear him now. Shouting at me like a lunatic.”

“Really? Has it been non-stop since he woke up?”

“Preeeetyyyy much…” Rory sighed, rubbing his temples.

“Doesn’t that get… like really fucking annoying.” I asked genuinely.

Rory rolled his head slightly before locking eyes with me again. “A bit yeah but I’m gradually learning to tune him out. I just try to imagine turning down the volume on a radio dial and I’m able to slowly block him out. Other than that I’m learning to also pick through his mind and access his memories. I’ve already picked up a lot of his physical habits but I’ll need more than that if I wanna convince people that I’m the real Leo Barlett.”

I was surprised. I didn’t think that was something he’d be able to do. “Wow. You mean you can just look into his mind. Just like that? How did you even figure that out?”

“Well I couldn’t help but notice some of his memories and experiences slowly seeping through the cracks anyway. So I think if I just force those cracks wide enough I’ll probably be able to gain full access to everything he knows. But honestly… I’m not too worried about that right now.” He said with a sly grin. “Because right now all I wanna do is torture that son of a bitch to the max while enjoying the fuck out this sexy fucking body! And I wanna show you just how much I love you in the process.” Even though I knew he was trying to be sweet at the end there, it was quickly overshadowed by the blinding amount of lust shining through his eyes right now. Not that I minded. “But first… how’s about you show daddy how much you appreciate his new body first.”

And that was all the green light I needed. In seconds I was on him, jumping into his lap and worshipping every inch of his body. Kissing and licking his bulky biceps. Pressing my lips against his and savouring the feeling of his beard. Grinding my ass against his bulge and feeling it grow beneath me. Digging my nose into his armpits and huffing on his powerful scent. And I could tell he was loving every second of it just as much as I was. Before long we’d pulled off each other’s tops and threw them across the room, finally allowing me to gaze upon those massive pecs in all their glory.

My hands flew towards those hairy mounds of muscle, massaging them and tweaking Rory’s nipples in a way that had him biting his lip. It was like I was on autopilot. Groping at his chest like some horny animal. But I couldn’t stop there. Before either of us knew it, I had my lips wrapped firmly around one of his nipples, sucking and teasing it as best I could. Nibbling on it in a way that enticed a moan to slip out of his mouth. I swapped between nipples constantly for a while until my face finally settled between his pecs once again. Using my hands on either side to push the muscle in a way that really squashed my face. I was in heaven. Plain and simple.

“Goooood boy.” He grunted in my ear. “But I think it’s about time you showed daddy what that mouth of yours can really do.”

He didn’t need to tell me twice. I was down between his legs in flash and tugging down those sweatpants to reveal his dick straining heavily against his underwear. With a few good tugs they came down as well and his cock sprung forwards, free of its fabric prison and clearly aching for attention with how it pulsed. And I was eager to give it.

The room filled with an orchestra of manly moans coming straight from Rory the second I wrapped my mouth around the tip of his cock. And let me just say, it was massive. I was already expecting it after how Rory described it earlier but I don’t think anything could’ve truly prepared me for how large it would be. Fatter than any cock I’d seen in real life that was for sure. It’s length was impressive to say the least but where it really shined was its girth. It was just so damn thick! And I was a guy who liked to pride myself on my excellent cock sucking skills but even I was out of my depth with this one. My throat was gonna need a lot more training before I was gonna be taking all that at once. But for now Rory seemed more than satisfied with me getting my lips just over halfway down his new shaft and taking care of the rest with my hand.

“He’s shouting about wanting to bash your skull in right now.” Rory told me as I came up for air. “So I’ll give him a compromise and fuck your skull instead.” He smirked before grabbing my hair and forcing me back down on his dick. Making me take as much of it as I possibly could before letting me back up only to do the same thing again and again. I gagged and I gurgled. I spluttered and almost choked a little at one point when Rory got too excited. But I was too horny to give up.

When he finally let me pull away from his cock, I knew what was next. He picked me up and flipped me over before grabbing the back of my pants and ripping them open effortlessly. A shiver flowed up my spine and before I knew it I could feel his beard pressing between my cheeks. Eating out my hole and preparing it for what was to come. Naturally I’d never taken a cock that big before so I was understandably nervous yet I couldn’t help but crave it all the same.

“Well, would you look at that big guy?” Rory said, seemingly speaking to Leo once again as he teased my hole with the tip of his cock after lubing it up. “You said your dick would never in a million years get anywhere close to another man’s ass. And yet…” With hardly any warning at all he thrust his cock inside me. I couldn’t stop myself from letting out what sounded more like a shriek than a moan. It felt as though I’d just been speared up the asshole. Well I guess I kinda had been.

What followed was a symphony lewd of wet slapping sounds mixed with constant groans of both me and Rory. Between his moans Rory would grunt about how good my tight hole felt as it squeezed around his enormous cock. I on the other hand was gritting my teeth through the pain of being stretched out by a dick that huge. I would’ve tapped out but the pleasure made the pain worth it. Feeling myself getting stuffed to the brim by that giant rod was… beyond anything. After this I wasn’t sure any other dick would be able to satisfy me the same way. Especially as the swing of his hips began to speed up causing him to plunge into me faster and harder. If he got any rougher with me I feared I was gonna meet god.

Thankfully I remained very much attached to this world as Rory flipped us into position after position. Drilling my hole into oblivion while the real Leo was forced to watch no doubt. Until finally he was getting close. I could tell by how he’d been slowing down and speeding up again to delay his orgasm but he wasn’t gonna hold on for much longer. Those huge balls that’d been smacking against me for the last however long were ready to blow.

And blow they did. Rory clenches his ass cheeks and let out a long passionate roar as his cock started to spasm inside me. Half a second later I felt the flood gates open. Cum began pouring out of his dick at a rate that caused my eyes to widen with shock. Every spurt of cum his cock shot was bigger than one of my entire loads. They were like small tidal waves filling and soon overfilling my hole as cum began to seep out of my ass before Rory even had a chance to pull his dick out. And when he finally did with a wet shloop as his cum streamed down one of my legs in a white river of man seed.

Moments after I felt those strong arms wrapping around me again. One gently slipping down towards my cock that was hard as fuck and dripping precum.

“You did really well for dad.” He whispered softly in my ear. “So well in fact that I think you deserve a reward.” My ears pricked up at that. My initial assumption being that he was gonna finish me off with a sloppy blowjob and let me cum all over that perfect face. But what he suggested was even better. “You must be sore after all that. How would you like to take this to the bedroom and get some revenge by popping daddy’s cherry and fucking this straight hairy virgin hole?”

I looked over my shoulder at him with a gaze filled with nothing but pure lust and desire. “I’d love that more than anything.” I stated wholeheartedly. Rory gave me that devilish smirk I recognised oh so well as he let go of me and allowed me to flip myself over. Jerking my cock a little before jumping up from the couch and taking my new boyfriend by the hand to guide him into the bedroom.

“Now get on all fours like the dumb muscle ape you are and show me that ass!” I demanded, doing my best to switch on my dominant side the very second we approached the bed.

Rory didn’t say a word. Only smiling as he did exactly what I asked. Crawling onto the bed and getting on all fours and arching his back before waving that fat hairy bubble butt at me. And it was gorgeous. A sight so beautiful that I couldn’t stop my greedy mouth from diving between those huge globes he called an ass. Eating him out and swirling my tongue around his tight entrance. Eventually being able to coax it open just enough to slip a finger inside. Hearing him groan like a beast in heat at just one finger was definitely competing for the hottest thing I’d seen in my entire life up until that point.

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It took some time but once I was sure his hole was prepped enough, I stood up. Aligning my own slightly more average dick with his entrance. I thought about going slow and pushing in gently. But this was supposed to be revenge right? He certainly wasn’t gentle when he stuffed that monster dick inside me. So…

“AAUUOHHHHHHRRHHHHHUUU-FUUUUUUUCKKKK!!” Rory roared in pain as I stuffed his hole all the way down to the hilt of my dick. Sure his might’ve been bigger when he fucked me but I was willing to bet that was still more intense for him considering his new ass had never been fucked before. Mine had been stretched further than ever before but his was being stretched for the very first time and the pained look on his face made it blindingly obvious. “Ohhhhhhh godddddddd… that’s right Leo… you’re such a fucking faggot now. Taking cock up the fucking ass like a slut.” Rory muttered to himself. “Don’t fight it… you’re gonna love it just as much as me.” With that he looked back at me with a laboured expression. “Fuck me.”

And I fucking did.

The moment he gave me the all clear, I was on him like a bull. Slamming my cock frantically back and forth into his hole. Fucking his tight ass in a feverish frenzy of lust and ecstasy. The hairy flesh of his ass jiggled with every thrust and in turn caused a smacking sound that filled the room even more so than when he was fucking me thanks to the sheer volume of his bubbly backside. All the while he moaned like a complete bitch as he balled his fists up tight and squeezed his eyes shut. But not for one second did he tell me to stop. Using every ounce of his strength to allow himself to be plowed by me. So I made sure not to disappoint and fucked him like it was our last day on Earth.

Unfortunately I couldn’t keep going for as long as he did due to how horny I already was after my own fucking but perhaps that was for the best with how new he was to this. Already I could feel my cum building. Swelling up inside until finally I couldn’t hold it. Splattering Rory’s insides with my seed in what was probably the biggest load I’ve ever blown, even if it was still nowhere near the size of Rory’s.

By the time I finally pulled out Rory looked as though he was about to collapse from relief, exhaustion and satisfaction all at the same time. His giant manhood was leaking even more cum all over the bedsheets beneath him while he panted. This sight would be burned into my brain forever. Rory inside his brand new body, down on his hands and knees with an ass full of my cum.

“So. What did Leo think of that?” I asked cheekily.

Rory looked at me and laughed. “He won’t admit it… but I think he liked getting fucked in the ass if you ask me.” He claimed as he slowly pushed himself up off the floor and onto his feet again. “He’s shouting all sorts of slurs and shit again but while you were fucking me I could hear him moaning too. He feels everything I feel. And I loved that. So as much as he wants to deny it, I know he did too. And he’ll learn that.” He leaned in and planted a sweet kiss on my lips. “So. How’s about the two of us get cleaned up and we can figure out where to go from here.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

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So here we sat. Three weeks later in a little coffee shop near my house. Rory sipping so innocently on his iced latte as we sat and enjoyed the moment together. We’d had plenty of time to get used to this. Him to his new hulking body and me to the idea of him being a totally different man. I like to think the near constant and never ending sex we’ve seemed to be having has helped with that. His formerly straight asshole has done well to adjust to getting fuck. On the other hand I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to that massive dick of his. I’m the one getting fucked more often than not and I’m shocked whenever she shoves it inside. But I can’t say I don’t still love every second of it.

That said however, there’s been a few complications with our new and unique situation that we’re still trying to sort out. Such as our living situation and when we’re gonna tell our families. After all, to everyone else, Rory died months ago. I’m the only one who knows he’s still here and if anyone saw me with the new him they’d think I jumped on another man before the dust had even settled from Rory’s passing.

We talked about it a lot. Whether we were gonna tell everyone the truth and hope they believe us or keep it a secret and have Rory take over Leo’s identity completely. It was a difficult one but we’d figure it out eventually. On top of that we also had to deal with Leo’s old life coming back to bite us. All those girls he lied to and hooked up with. All those sexist homophobic pigs Leo called friends. Along with whatever else Leo had done that could bite us in the ass. We had a lot to deal with. We’ve already started by telling all the girlfriends the truth and that went… as well as one could expect. But we agreed it was the only right thing to do.

Meanwhile Rory has been trying to keep a low profile at Leo’s construction job and not get involved with Leo’s old friends too much. He’d originally thought of looking for a new job but has decided he might just try and find another constructive company to work with. After all, he has all of Leo’s memories about the job and he admitted he actually kinda liked it. Might as well keep at it since he’s got the body for it.

And speaking of he’s been hitting the gym like crazy. Another thing he’s picked up from Leo. Making sure to keep that body in perfect shape. He’s even been getting me to come with him in the hopes of putting on a little muscle myself. Not that I minded. Getting to see him all worked up and sweaty after a tough workout had quickly become one of the highlights of my day.

All that said, I love how things have turned out for us. This new chapter might’ve begun with tragedy but it’s ended with us developing a connection even deeper than ever before. Or maybe I’m just thinking about his new cock being able to penetrate me deeper than ever. Either way I knew that in the long run, we were gonna love the long and happy life together that we always planned. Just the two of us.

Well… the two of us plus Leo who was still trapped inside his own mind. Though Rory seems to think he’s been getting quieter as of late. Not complaining and ranting all the time like he used to. Maybe Leo was just finally starting to accept that Rory’s new body didn’t belong to him anymore. Or perhaps his consciousness was slowly fading. Melting into the depths of Rory’s soul, never to return. It was impossible to say at this point but I’m sure we’ll find out in time.

For now I’m just going to enjoy this moment with him in the coffee shop and every moment to come for the rest of our lives.

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Father Son Bonding

Two horny best friends have the means to possess anybody they want, and they have their eyes set on the school's star wrestler and his dad.

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“You sure about this?” Colin asked, peering over the hedge, his clammy hands glistening as he looked through the window.

“Yeah man, I’ve been keeping an eye on them all week,” I told him, my eyes focused on Peter, who unbeknownst to him had two incredibly horny men sitting outside his house.

“No, I mean like, is this cool?” Colin pressed. “Feels kind of weird taking over a dad and his son.” I shrugged, too enamored by the glistening of Peter’s skin as he slumped into his room from practice. I had been obsessed with him since he transferred to our school a few months ago. Halfway through our senior year and he already was one of the most popular guys, star athlete on the wrestling team, and the biggest eye candy in the school.

“It’s fine,” I reassured Colin, forcing myself to break my gaze from Peter to look at him. In his eyes I could see the pool of his emotions. Anxiousness, uncertainty, and deep down I knew he was just as excited at the prospect as I was.

“I don’t know…” he said, trailing off as he looked back at the house. I could see from the first floor that Peter’s dad must have gotten home. Colin always had a thing for dads. Chalk it up to unresolved father issues or maybe he just liked greying hair. Either way, his inclination towards them was enough fuel it the fire to agree to come along with me.

“What if we get caught?” He asked. “I mean, those other guys were just people we didn’t know. Peter goes to school with us. If he finds out we did this, we’re fucking toast.” Peter had taken off his t shirt, revealing the upper half his singlet. Fuck… did he just wear that home after practice? I could feel myself hardening just thinking of that slick Lycra hugging his toned body.

“They’ll have no idea,” I told him. “Remember with those other guys? They didn’t remember a thing, it’ll be the same case here. We just need to be quick and take them over, then we’re done, they’ll wake up and think they just took a nap or something.”

“Yeah, I know, I know,” he said, not sounding any more sure of himself. Peter’s dad was leaning over the kitchen island, still in his work clothes. I could see the appeal Colin found in a guy like him. His navy pants hugged his round ass and even the gut he had was held firmly by the button down shirt. Peter was an absolute dream for me, but it looks like the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.

“You know, when I’m in his dad, I’m going to make you my little bitch,” I teased him. Colin sunk further into the hedge. I could see him adjust himself and take a long inhale.

“Asshole,” he muttered. Chuckling, I gave him a playful slap on the back. Peter’s dad seemed finished reading whatever was on his phone and walked out.

“Come on, we’re wasting time,” I told him, going around the bush and sneaking up to the house itself. It took a few seconds, but soon I heard Colin’s feet as they quickly followed suit.

The house had a back door, which Peter used to get inside after school every day. Right next to it was a rose bush, which hid a small rock I had seen Peter dig for one day when it appeared he forgot his house key. It didn’t take me long to find the rock and flip it over to find the small compartment where the spare key hid. From behind me I could hear incredibly heavy breathing.

“Colin,” I hissed, cocking my head behind me. “Can you just not breathe until we’re not at risk of being found?” Instantly the noise ceased. I unlocked the door and slowly opened it, thankful there wasn’t a single creak made. We stepped inside, looking around to make sure nobody else was present. This opened up to the kitchen, where luckily Peter’s dad had not returned. I could hear a television playing in the other room, which I followed to find what must be his dad’s bedroom.Covered just barely by the sound of the television, I could make out snoring. Perfect.

I crept into the room and found Peter’s dad laid back asleep, still in his suit from work. He must have had a long day. Colin made a small inhale to which I glared back at him. He slumped back and out of the way as I fished the vial from my back pocket.

Colin and I had always been horny sons of bitches. We used to play together but soon found out that we both had an affinity for being somebody else. After a series of kinky confessions, we both became intrigued by the idea of body possession. It took months of work and trying what felt like hundreds of bogus concoctions, but eventually we found what one would call a potion that did the trip. One drink from the vial we prepared and our bodies would enter a transfer like state. We could hope into any other person we wanted and take their bodies over for a couple of hours. Once the potion wore off, we were kicked out and our host would wake up a few hours later none the wiser.

After slowly undressing myself, I stood naked and I uncorked the vial. I took it quickly, trying to avoid the vile taste. It crept in the back of my throat as I felt it do its work. My body felt tingly and my skin began to glisten. See this wasn’t a possession as one would assume where you just hope in the body. Instead, it made it plausible for us to slither into our host like they were a human skin suit. Colin had crept behind Peter’s dad as I stood before him, the potion almost in full affect. Once I felt the potion course through me and my body was practically dripping, I looked to Colin and nodded.

Any reservation he had was quickly done away as he covered Peter’s dad’s mouth with one hand and straddled on top of him. The man’s eyes instantly shot open to find some horny eighteen year old sitting on top of him. Muffled screams start to press against Colin’s hand, but it didn’t take long for me to run up next to him and dive head first. Colin moved his hand out of the way just in time, as only a brief second did the scream ring out before I was stuffing his mouth full.

I was no expert at the possession process by any means, but had a few of them under my belt as I sank further down his throat. I couldn’t see anything, but felt my way around as I felt the space become roomier. I must have reached his gut. Any attempt at him trying to fight us off was held back by Colin holding his arms and legs down.

I felt my legs reach his mouth and tucked them, slurping me feet past his teeth and cradling myself inside of Mr. Montgomery’s stomach. I could feel my enclosure trying to thrash around, but its was too late. I was already full inside and feeling my arms around to his. Finding the openings, I slithered into them, locking my fingers into place like they were putting on a pair of gloves. While I could see anything still, I could feel the new calloused fingers and the pressure of Colin’s hands on my wrists. I patted him on the arm as a signal to move to the legs. The pressure was released and I started stepping my legs down into his.

Next was my favorite part. Position my rock hard cock into Mr. Montgomery’s, I slide into his own like it was a sheath. As soon as my tip was inside of his, I felt the constriction of his dress pants and used his arms to adjust myself. Finally, I rose my head up and felt my lips meet the back of his and my scalp reach the top. I laid completely still, resting after the struggle.

“Derek?” I heard Colin say through my new ears. I opened my eyes and rose from the bed, getting adjust to my new weight. I exhaled and rubbed a hand across my chest, feeling the stretched fabric. Fuuuuck. Maybe Colin had the right idea with Peter’s dad. The man hid some serious muscle behind these clothes, and I have to admit, feeling the stretch of the fabric across my cock was so erotic. Colin stood a few feet away, right by the door, ready to run.

“Boy,” I said, my voice a new baritone which I was not used to. I rested my palm against my knee and leaned forward. Colin seemed like he was about to jump either on me or away from me. I hooked my index finger up and motion him towards me. Standing only a few inches away, his breathing was incredibly heavy and his fingers were twitching. Standing up, I was a clear foot taller than him. He looked up at me as I brought a hand behind his head and cradled it. Leaning down, I stuck a tongue into his mouth and wrapped it around his own. He tried to fight back, but my tongue wrested with his and beat it into submission. Pulling away, he gasped, a small trail of saliva connection our lips.

“Now,” I told him. “Time for you to get dressed.” He nodded and stepped out of the way as I walked past him, giving his ass a slap. He whimpered and followed behind me. Peter was down the hall, behind a door three down I could hear some music playing. My heart began to beat faster as I got closer and closer to it. Once I was standing just outside the door, I looked back to Colin who had his back pressed against the wall.

“Keep an eye out, once I grab him, you run in and jump,” I told him. He nodded and took a deep breath, terrified. I took a step towards him and planted another kiss.

“You’ll do great,” I assured him, taking a tug at the cock pitching a serious tent in his pants. Getting back to the door, I tugged on the edges of my blazer and exhaled, ready to act the part. I rapped my knuckles on the door.

“What’s up?” I heard Peter call out.

“It’s me,” I told him. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah one second,” he said. I could hear him moving around behind the door. After a few seconds, the door opened and there stood Peter, shirtless. He had changed into some sweatpants, but before me was two toned pecs and six abdominals. I couldn’t help myself but exhale and swallow some saliva as I grew exponentially hungrier.

“Dad?” He asked, tilting his head. I cleared my throat and forced myself from immediately grabbing him.

“Sorry,” I said. “Just long day at work and mind went blank. How was school?” I asked him. One of his eyebrows perked up in confusion.

“Fine…?” He said. “What’s going on, you never ask me about school.” I stepped forward and pushed the door open wider. Peter stepped back and couldn’t do anything about me stepping into his room.

“Just thought I’d see how you were doing,” I said. “That such a bad thing?”

“I guess not,” he said, crossing his arms. His back was to the door now and through it I could see Colin, naked and glistening. He was gearing, ready to jump. I smiled at Peter, who was growing all the more suspicious of his dear old dad.

“Look son,” I said, putting an arm on his shoulder. He flinched slightly, clearly uncomfortable with the entire interaction. “I know I haven’t been as attentive as I should be but… you know what? Fuck it, I’m not good at this pretending stuff.” Peter look absolutely flabbergasted, but I took the opportunity, to wrap my new muscular arm around his chest, another hand to cover his eyes and spin him back towards the door.

“What the fuck dad?!” He yelled. But in doing so, gave Colin the perfect opportunity to run straight at his mouth.

He jumped in like an olympic diver, his hands disappearing through Peter’s mouth, stifling his yelling. The force was enough to knock myself and Peter on our backs. I lost my grip momentarily, giving Peter the chance to grab at Colin’s shoulders. He pulled him away from him and I could see Colin slipping out.

“Oh no you don’t,” I told him, wrapping my thighs around his legs and arms around his. Colin was shimming in further, now unburdened by Peter’s resistance.

It was so fucking erotic seeing Colin slip further and further into Peter, his small twink frame sliding further and further down, causing Peter to bulge out from the neck, then chest and finally stomach. The further he got, the less Peter fought back as he began to submit. I loosened my grip on Peter and stood up, catching a glimpse as Colin’s feet slurped their way down. Peter was thrashing on the ground, his stomach expanded as Colin worked his way inside.

Through his skin, I could see Colin’s feet as they pushed down Peter’s abs down his legs, like they were a new pair of pants. Hungrily, I ripped the sweat pants off of Peter and watched as Colin’s feet began to position themselves into place. Peter’s dick laid softly on his thigh, but even so it was an absolute marvel. I had only imagined what it must look like, but here I could see it was a monster. He wiggled his toes, completing the assimilation. Going up, I could see Colin working his cock into Peter’s.

I could feel the saliva building as Colin’s more modest cock took into Peter’s wearing it like a sleeve. It stretched itself out until it was at full mast, easily a good seven inches. As I watched Colin’s arms slide into Peter’s, I brought my tongue and lapped it around Peter’s cock. It was twitching like mad and throbbing at every point of contact I made. Looking up, Peter’s head thrashed back, and I could see Colin’s pushing past Peter’s neck. Once the lump had reached it’s peak, Peter let out a huge gasp and slumped. He was still for a moment, before shooting his eyes open and sitting up immediately.

Looking down, he examined his hands and flexed them. A giant smile spread across his face as he touched it. Chuckling, he looked at me and bit his lip.

“How are you feeling son?” I asked him, feeling a growl build in my chest.

“I feel fucking amazing,” Colin said through Peter’s voice. I chuckled and crept closer to him. We were nose to nose with one another. I was just about to kiss him when he stuck his tongue out and traced it over my bottom lip. Fuck… when Colin was somebody else, he took on this newfound confidence he never displayed anywhere else. He brought his lips up to mine, our tongues fought one another. But soon I was pushing mine deeper and deeper into him. I grabbed his arms and pulled him up, our lips still locked. Once we were both standing, I pulled away and growled, knowing it would drive him wild.

“Okay,” I told him. “Now that we got the bodies, let’s play the parts.” He flashed his gleaming white teeth and stepped past me.

“Yes sir,” he said. I walked past him and out the room. The biggest reason Colin even agreed to this was because he was so intrigued by the idea of the role play we could do here. Me as Mr. Montgomery and him as Peter. I was so turned on at the idea of having Peter as my son and having my way with him that I almost skipped out the door. With my hand on the doorknob and a quick glance back, I could see Col- Peter, looking over his shoulder and grinning at me. He waved a hand at me, motioning for me to leave. I closed the door behind me and waited a moment. Behind the door, I could hear Peter rummaging around, finding his costume. I was so impatient I was about to break the whole immersion and bust in there, ready to force him onto the bed. I took the time to fix my suit in the hallway mirror. Mr. Montgomery was a fucking dilf, not going to lie. He had a powerful stance, goatee and piercing eyes that would make any bitch of his grovel in submission.

“Ready!” Peter called out behind the door. I could feel my heart racing, my ultimate fantasy only a few feet away. I adjusted my tie, pressing the fabric firmly against my throat and adjust my cock which somehow hadn’t broken free after all of this work. I turned back to Peter’s door and knocked.

“What’s up?” Peter asked, sounding exactly as he did moments ago. I opened the door and found Peter in just his wrestling singlet. The bright green lycra hugged his body perfectly and was showing wet patches under his pits and around his crotch.

“Oh, sorry dad, I was just changing,” Peter said, smirking and rubbing his bulge. I bit the inside of my cheek and stepped into the room.

“No, you’re fine son. Sorry, I should have waited,” I told him, adjusting my belt. “How was practice?” He shrugged and sauntered over, releasing the grip from his cock. Still, it stayed in place at full mast and pressed against his stomach from the fabric.

“Real good. Pinned every one of them down. Though coach got a little mad at me. I kept pushing my crotch near their faces and pushed some boundaries.”

“Now son, you know that’s not appropriate,” I scolded him, keeping both wants gripped onto my belt. He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah I know. But it was all circumstantial. It was the only way I could get my nose close enough to their balls and inhale their musk.” God fucking damn it Peter…

“You know boy, that’s not something you should really tell your father.” He looked somewhat apprehensive, playing into the character.

“Maybe not, but I just feel so comfortable around you, I thought I could… open up.” He stepped even closer, I could see the sweat stains even more closely now. He must have worked his ass off at practice because the lycra was practically drenched.

“Well it’s true you can tell me about anything,” I told him, unlinking my hands from my belt. I resisted the urge to touch him just for now, wanting to savor the moment.

“Is it true I can show you anything too?” He asked, biting his lip. I brought one hand out and cradled his lower back, feeling the moist texture of the spandex across it.

“I’m a pretty open man son,” I told him. He smiled and sank to his knees, my hand traveled from his back, up his spine and finally behind his head. I rubbed my new dad fingers through his messy blond hair as he looked up at me.

“How about you show me what you did to those boys so I know how bad I need to punish you?” I asked him.

“Yes sir,” he said. He brought a hand up and cradled my balls, before bringing his nose up to my ripe cock. He inhaled deeply, taking in his father’s musk. He wrapped his lips around the impression of my dick, kissing and worshipping at it. I felt a deep moan rumble out of my chest, almost vibrating the both of us with its bass. I pulled at his hair, he looked up at me with his pitiful eyes, practically drooling before me.

“Now,” I told him. “I want you to show me what you wanted to do to those boys.” I pushed his head into my crotch, forcing him to inhale only me. When I pulled him back again, he unzipped my pants and found the pair of white briefs that were desperately holding my cock back. He slipped a finger into the underwear’s opening and freed it.

I just now came to find out my cock was like a fucking bull’s. An absolutely thick piece of meat, even I was intimidated for a quick moment. Peter couldn’t hold back any more. I know he wanted to take his time, but it was only a brief second before he wrapped his lips around my shaft and slid his way down. The rumbling in my chest broke out and I moaned load enough to shake the house’s foundation.

“FUCK BOY!” I yelled, throwing my head back. I brought my hands up to my chest and twisted at my nipples. It was like every erotic sensation this body was capable of broke out and sent a wave of shivers down my spine. I could feel my knees buckle for a moment as Peter worked his way up and down my shaft. I twisted harder, feeling my cock already about to explode and send my seed down his throat. I had to let go of my chest before I spent myself too early. I stuck my hand behind Peter’s head again and forced him down to my balls. He choked for a second, his nose pressed against my belt. I let him go without air for a few second and pulled him back.

He coughed and pressed his hands to the floor, catching his breath. When he looked back at me I could see tears welling in his eyes, but they were hungry for more.

“Get the fuck up,” I commanded. He obliged and stood before me. I grabbed at his cock through the fabric and growled in his ear.

“Whose is this?”I asked him, my lips brushing against his earlobe.

“Y-yours,” he stammered.

“Yours, what?” I asked.

“Yours… sir,” he said.

“Good,” I growled again, before sticking a tongue into his ear canal. He moaned softly, his knees trembling for a moment before I pulled away. I snapped a finger and pointed at the bed. He walked over and got on his hands and knees, facing away from me. There was a trail of sweat across his ass crack, which made me press my cock against it and slide across the ridge. Peter was whimpering in anticipation. I pinched at the fabric and pulled. There was resistance at first, but with my newfound strength, I was about to make a small appear. It looks like my aim was spot on because it aligned perfectly with his. Peering in, I could see Peter’s hole, twitching in anticipation through the peep hole I had made.

Sticking my index finger in my mouth, I lathered it up and pushed it through the fabric. I made contact with Peter’s ass, making him shiver. Tracing the finger around his hole, I applied pressure and slowly pushed myself in. Peter moaned to himself before reaching to the end of the bed to grab a pillow. He bit into it as slowly, I pushed the finger to the first knuckle inside of him. He was so fucking tight, clearly never done this before.

I managed to push my entire finger into his hole, pressing the knuckles against his cheeks. Peter’s cries were forced into the pillow as he pushed his ass closer to me. I felt for his prostate and found it easily enough. Rubbing it with the tip of my finger, I saw as he brought his hand to his pulsing cock and rubbed his palm across his shaft. Taking care to not hurt my boy, I pulled out and looked down to see a stream of precut dripping from my cock. I gathered up a sample and took a taste. Kneeling down, I stuck my two index fingers into the hole I had made and pulled them apart. The lycra gave away and the hole spread further and further. I took my time with it, revealing that Peter did in fact have a nice hair ass I could have only hoped for before this moment. Ecstasy took over and I found my large hands gripping at the edges and ripping them apart.

Peter’s cock was finally freed and flopped against the bedspread. I saw it too had begun to leak a fair amount and was staining the sheets. Putting a hand on Peter’s back, I guided him forward. He walked on his hands and knees like the good little dog that he was. Bringing a hand around his waist, I wrapped my meaty fingers around his cock and stroked it a few times before spitting into my hands. I stroked my cock, mine and Peter’s saliva melding together to create a nice slippery lube.

“Take a breath boy, daddy’s going to show you how it’s done,” I told him. “You ready?” He moaned submissively and nodded his head. He shook his ass a little; I couldn’t tell between the two of us who was hungrier for this.

“You’re daddy’s good boy,” I told him, pressing the tip of my cock against his impatient hole.

“Thank you daddy,” he said, unearthing his teeth from the pillow. I pushed against his hole and felt the tip spread it out. Peter moaned in a clear combination of pain and pleasure. His knuckles were turning white as he gripped at the sheets desperately.

“You’re doing such a good job for daddy,” I told him, pressing further. He warm hole opened up for me as inch by inch, he swallowed me up. His and my moans mixed harmoniously as I pushed myself balls deep into him.

“FUCK!” We both yelled as I felt my balls make contact with his taint. He was so fucking tight and felt amazing. We stood there for a moment, he was making my cock pulse as it was wrapped in his sultry sheath. I stood myself up on my knees and put each of my hands on his hips. I pulled back and felt Peter’s hole give such as much resistance, desperate to keep me inside. I let the tip of my cock in as I pushed myself back inside. Biting my lip, I heard Peter gasping and moaning like a bitch. I picked up the pace, the feel of his hole grew easier and easier to get back into as it became accustomed to me.

Peter was practically crying in pleasure as began to piston myself back and forth into him. He was my sloppy little boy and I was his strong father, here to take as much of him as I wanted.

“Sit up,” I commanded him. He pushed himself up and supported himself on his knuckles, arching his back and standing proud. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed myself fully inside to reach his ear.

“You ready for it to be real fucking good?” I asked him.

“Yes sir,” he said, his voice breathless. I grabbed his chiseled jaw and turned it to face me.

“Are you fucking sure?” I pressed. Without saying a word, he jiggled his ass back and forth. I wrapped my lips around his before brining them back to his ear.

“Good boy,” I repeated. Putting my hands back on his shoulders, I pistoned. Never in my life have I worked a hole so fucking hard, but I was pushing myself in and out as fast as I possible could. I could feel Peter’s cock reacting to every hit to his prostate.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Peter cried out. He leaned his head back, giving me the opportunity to grab at his hair again and yank it back further. We made eye contact before they briefly rolled to the back of his head. Fuck, I know I’m not going to last any fucking longer.

“Fuck boy I’m cumming!” I roared.

“Fuck daddy me too!” He barely managed to say. I felt a rush of ecstasy rush across me as I pumped load after load into his new sloppy hole. Pushing myself as deep as I could possibly go, I made sure my seed traveled deep into Peter’s intestines. Our moans of pleasure mixed together and rumbled the entire house. I could count the pumps my cock made in my head. Five, six, seven, eight… nine… I began to manually twitch my cock… ten…

I was breathing even heavier than Peter was as I wrapped my daddy arm across his chest and kissed at his neck. He was about to fall forward, but I made sure to keep him firmly in place. Our breathing began to sync up as we calmed ourselves down. I made sure to be extra careful as I pulled myself out, my cock still tingling and sensitive to touch. Stumbling back, it was like I was getting used to my new weight all over again. I could see that Peter had left a giant pool of cum under him as he rolled on his back, he dick still a hunk of meat, slapped lazily on his thigh.

“Did you fucking cum hands free?” I asked him, pointing the new stain. He glanced over and chuckled.

“Yeah,” he said. “Never done that before.” I took off the jacket to my suit and undid my tie.

“Damn boy,” I told him. “Impressive.” He looked back and winked at me.

“Thanks dad.” Looking at the mess we made, I was both impressed and hit with the realization of our now clean up.

“You not worried about them seeing this and freaking out?” I asked him. Peter was still riding high. He shrugged and threw his hands behind his head. His pits were immaculate, adorned with matching dirty blond hair.

“Fuck it, we’ll get it cleaned up,” he said, closing his eyes. I chuckled myself and crawled on the bed myself, hovering over him.

“Now where’s this Colin all the time?” I asked him. He put a finger to my lips and shushed.

“Peter,” he reminded me. Smirking I laid myself next to him. He rolled on his side and wrapped an arm around my soft stomach, pulling himself closer to me.

“How much longer we got?” He asked. I checked my watch and shrugged.

“Probably about an hour,” I estimated. He rolled once more, straddling himself on my waist. He slipped his hands under my shirt and felt up my thick, hairy, barrel chest. He wiggle his ass over my cock which began to twitch back to life.

“Sounds like we can squeeze in one more before we leave then,” he said, flicking my nipples between his fingers. I laughed, feeling my baritone notes rumbling through him.

“Deal son,” I told him.

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