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Hazel Hoffman

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That dude really got him hard...

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Gymgrab...

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Family control

I hated being controlled by my step brothers and my step father. They think because they are older than me and bigger that they have the right to control me and make me do their bidding. My mother is just clueless because she acts like a horned up sorority girl around them. I knew I needed to be in control and I had just the device to do so. I bought this new phone at this shop called “Hypnotic” and the owner gave it to me for free. He said it was on the house because he wanted people to do a test run of the device. He said that it had special features that can give me everything I ever wanted. I laughed at the sales person. “I bet it cant give me what I really want.” he paused “Trust me kiddo this device puts the user in complete control.” 

Reprogramming Kyle 

I arrived home to find my 32 year old military serving football loving brother Kyle. He was constantly criticizing me for not being in the military or taking an interest in anything he liked. “Get going maggot, we have to go clean my car. I forget it is Tuesday.” As we were driving, Kyle lit up a cigar and was going on and on about the game last night and workout routines. I sat next to him and scrolled through the phone trying to not pay attention to him.” “Hey stop what ever pussy crap your doing and take a picture will ya. I want to send it to Vanessa tonight. She loves it when I smoke cigars and flex.” Rolling through my apps I found a camera app called hypno flash. I clicked on it and it looked like a normal camera. “Okay I got the app up get ready. 

 I took the picture “Here you go?” I looked up to find him still in the same position he was in and his mouth open. A little bit of droll forming and his muscles were super tense. I waved my hand in his face but nothing. “You okay?” still no response. That’s when I clicked that the phone the man gave me could hypnotize someone and that’s why he said the phone puts people in control.” I knew this would be a chance of a life time I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to mess with my macho step brother. “Kyle you are mentally 18 years old and I am your father you will do everything I say without question and will believe everything I say to be true. You will no longer date Vanessa as you secret worship men especially your father. You want to please him. You will workout while smoking a cigar shirtless from now one and still retain your cocky attitude. *Snap* You can tell his personality was changing because his posture and demeanor was different no longer was he a military hunk of 32 but a 18 year private. “You ready Dad?” He said to me which I laughed I finally was in control. Kyle pleasure yourself while you drive. You will forget I’m here.

Watching my macho super buff step brother pleasuring himself without any recognition was excellent as I finally had my revenge on him as I took him down to an 18 year old who can’t think for himself and worships me. I needed to see if I could make him look like an 18 year old. I searched through the app and found an app called reality check. I opened it and it asked me to upload a picture I chose the one from earlier and entered what I wanted. Intellectual properties: Jock Average IQ Military Experience: Private Non Active. Personality: Dumb, Works out a lot, loves cigars. Body: Muscular Age:18 Status: Beta and Suggestive. Erase memory: Yes enter my step brother began to change before my eyes.

His hair started to grow back and his muscles became more defined. He woke up with this confused look on his face. “Yo what happened, who am I.” It said that would happen and I could program him to start his reprogramming.” I figured now was as good as any to have some fun. “You are Kyle my son’s best friend and cocky quarterback. You love working out, cigars, and letting others think for you. You are a total tool and love showing off for me it turns you on Kyle as you love daddies we fool around and you like it.” He blinked god I hope this worked. “Hey Mr.C” He said as he bounced his pecs.

Excellent I thought, he has no memory of being my step brother now to move on to my Step father and Tyler. “Hey Kyle why don’t you go work out big guy. Do so until I come back.” Kyle mindless walked through the kitchen out back. They really did say I would be in control. I took my mom out of the picture and made her forget about us. Too many distractions but I think she will be happy with the new life I have cooked up for her. Now onto my stepfather. 

Downgrading the father 

My Stepfather Chris was going to be a challenge. He is the strongest minded person in my family so I am going to have to get him super distracted. That’s when I thought to get him drunk enough to let his guard down and then zap him with the hypno app like I did Kyle. 

My father walks into the kitchen and grabs a beer. Luckily the App has an accelerator feature so I can make it as though he has drank several in a matter of minutes without him even realizing it. I need him just drunk enough to let his guard down and then out like a light. I can’t wait to have my fun with him. I sat down on the couch and waited for the right time. “What are you looking at boy I thought I told you to go do your chores earlier.” “Already done Dad and nothing just wanted to talk about working out more.” His face lit up when I said that. “Its about time you started some interest in something other than that crap you usually do.” He took a drink of his beer and thats when I hit the accelerator button. “Wow this beer is hitting me how many have I had….” he started to slur his words so I knew it was working. 

“Just keep drinking Dad…” Whhaat didd u say? “How do I start working out Dad.” I waited a few seconds and then noticed he was starting to pass out. That’s when I flashed him in the face when he wasn’t paying attention. Frozen in a drunken stupor I started my control over him. “Dad you are to forget being married and having kids. You are mentally 18 and I am your father. Kyle your former son is now your best friend and teammate. You love cigars, working out, and showing off to your old man. You will have no memory of your former life and will sign over everything to me. Everything I say you will do without questions and believe everything I say to be truth. I began changing his personality in the app. Age: 18, Intelligence: Average, Body: Jock Muscular, Personality: Beta and Submissive, Traits: Loves Working out, Worshiping himself and his father, cigar smoker. Cocky.” Enter. I watched as my once step father became my son. 

“Yo Dad, what up pops… Where’s Kyle we got to go to the gym before practice tonight.” I knew I didn’t want him to go out until I have done my final revenge which was my step brother Tyler. But I can keep them preoccupied for a while.” “Chris you are already at the gym. Go grab a cigar and go workout, you really don’t want to leave. You don’t see me as your Dad you see me as your best friend’s father.” He blinked. “Yo Mr. C, can’t believe you’re at the gym bro.” he said as he bounced his pecs. Kyle’s out working out.” He mindless walked out and began working out without question. Excellent. I know exactly what I am going to do with Tyler. Dad needs a boyfriend and I’ve had the hots for him for years.

Fantasy Boyfriend 

Thanks to the app everyone thinks I am Chris and Kyle’s stepfather. I knew Chandler would be coming home soon and I needed to figure out my plan for him. Luckily I found a time stop app and a puppet mode. I think these will be handy because Chandler is going to be a handful for sure. He is always horny and will tap any thing that walks. He works out constantly and eats sleeps and dreams sports and is a huge alpha… Not for long anyways. He walks in the house and throws his bags at me. “Put this shit away don’t ya. I got to go get ready for my date tonight. Tell Dad not to wait up if you know what I mean.” and went upstairs. I opened the app and gave him a few minutes to get into the bathroom before I worked my magic.  

Walking upstairs I walked past the bathroom to find my hunk stepbrother completely frozen with shaving cream across his face. Man was he hot and every girl knew it. Walking into the bathroom I began running my fingers down his body and he stood there motionless to stop me. I posed him and kissed him taking pictures of my handy work before getting on with my plan. I pressed puppet mode and Chandler came to life only he had a blank expression and cheesy grin like he was almost robotic in nature. The screen say “Your wish is my command.” so I decided I needed to get Chandler to cancel his date so he would be all mine. “Chandler grab your phone and cancel your date.” without question my 250 proud macho alpha brother did exactly as I commanded to without any recognition of doing so. “Yo Babe, I can’t go out tonight I have to go out the family so lame I’ll make it up to you later.” Send her a picture Chandler tease her. He started flexing his muscles and did as he was told then went back into his blank expression. 

I went to work in the app. Sexual Orientation: Bi Age: 21 Partner: Matthew Occupation: Student Personality Jock and Frat Boy Body: Super Athletic Muscular Traits: Alpha but submissive, loves working out, letting others think for him, cigars, super cocky, worships Matthew, Academic, Humble. Erase Memory: Yes, Reset: Yes. I hit enter I waited outside for my handy work to take effect and hope that it worked. I waited what seemed to be forever when I finally heard Chandler speak. “Yo Babe come in here.” I walked into the Bathroom to find that my once step brother had transformed. Just as I asked the app to do so. 

“You ready for our Date tonight stud,” He said as he flexed his muscles in nothing but his boxers. He took the cigar out of his mouth and began to kiss me. I laughed “Babe stop it save some for this evening. Im so happy Im with you. You saved me from my awful family.” I ran my hand down his muscles. “You like that babe” he said as he dangled the cigar in his mouth and continued to flex and tease me.”You never have to worry about them again, you have me now to protect you from them and you know the frat brothers are behind you.” I pressed end on the app and reality began to shift. Chandler frozen in time as everything set into place. Finally when everything stopped I heard Kyle and Chris downstairs holler “Yo hurry up were going to be late.” I paused new memories coming to my head. I was the president of Kappa Phi and studying Business Law. Chandler my star quaterback boyfriend was studying Business Admin and we lived in the Frat house with Chris and Kyle. I was finally in control of them and the best part was they dont remember being my family. Now I have this great new boyfriend who is hot muscular and treats me like a king and my once step brother and step father listen to everything I say. 

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Weak Minds

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An unexpected guest

David had returned from the gym, he was sweaty and decided to take a shower, while that was happening a black viscous substance similar to a symbiote sneaked into his room, he hid under the sheets of his bed waiting for his prey to arrive.

David was already coming out of the shower, he was walking towards his room because he lived alone and he loved to have his balls in the air at home.

Once he got to his room he started to pose and flex his muscles in front of the mirror, but out of the corner of his eye he saw movement under the sheets which ruined his moment.

“What the fuck is that?” he said as she watched it move and moved closer to investigate.

“Oh, it must be a cat, it probably must have gotten in through the window.”

Keeping in mind that it was just a cat, David approached without any precaution being this his biggest mistake, standing next to the bed, David began to remove the sheet.

“Come kitty, I won't hurt you.” he said as he was about to reveal what was there.

David had already removed the sheet and the moment of truth had been revealed.

"I told you not to.... What the fuc---." He said as he saw the symbiote on his bed, he couldn't even finish the sentence because the symbiote without thinking jumped on David.

He was trying to fight it off, but he just had that goo all over his body.

The symbiote was expanding and wrapping itself around his torso, legs, arms, chest and of course his penis, it had his whole body wrapped up, only leaving his head uncovered.

"Please p-please let me go br---". Just at that moment part of the symbiote began to enter through his mouth, nose, ears and another part through his ass, introducing much of it inside David, making him look bigger and with great complexion, widening his biceps, pecs, hips, thighs and legs, basically his whole body was enhancing him.

His eyes as that was happening turned a shade of black, he was feeling a little turned on by everything that was going on.

- "shh there is nothing to be afraid of David, I am not coming to hurt you, I just want to make you into the man you always should have been, let your body and mind relax, I know you like what is happening to you, only now I am part of you, we are no longer two creature, we are just one mind and body, feel grateful for that."

A voice in his mind told him, the symbiote already had him under its dominion, he had no choice, he only had to accept it.

All the parts of the symbiote that were wrapping the body began to merge with David's skin.

That black viscosity was already one not only with David's body, but also with his mind.

David had not yet come to, his memories were being rearranged to make room for the symbiote.

The more it permeated his brain it made him more self-centered, more narcissistic, more horny, everything David had wanted.

He was still naked with his penis in the air, so out of his body that black goo started coming out forming him into pants and a black shirt that allowed him to flex his huge biceps he had obtained.

- “Wake up boy, it's time for you to wake up, it's time for us to wake up...”

David opened his eyes, transformed into a new man, an improved version of himself.

“Hey not bad eh, I look bigger than before, more muscular, I love it.”

David said as he flexed his huge biceps.

The shirt felt so slimy, but at the same time he was so turned on by the feeling.

- "I told you there was nothing to be afraid of, we're both going to be great, David".

“yeah, you were so right, I feel so new, so big, so horny, I could go fuck some guys right now.” The symbiote had also altered David's tastes, he was no longer a straight man, he was a horny dominant gay man looking for any guy who would let himself get fucked and worship his new muscles.

- “I love that idea, but first let me give your clothes a change.”

"I love it, this is sure to get those men's dicks harder, time to go for some fun and spread my seed."

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Kyle Kuznik

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He just couldn't stop it, called me just to show off this new set of pecs - and I didn't mind...

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Quick: Corpus

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Quick: Corpus

“Why be you if you can be anyone?”

Corpus was a new company that started to become relevant by allowing people to exchange or possess other bodies. It was very easy, you just had to register, make a profile and choose a body from the catalog (if it was for possession). Many of them were people who rented their bodies for different amounts of money, depending on the plan and time, but almost always the bodies in the catalog were hot, just like the one I'm using right now!

You can pilot it remotely via neural link... or directly transfer your consciousness for a limited time. It's a bit of an expensive service though, but just look at these muscles.

They look a little distant from this friendly, bespectacled face, kind of like a nerd with muscles but I'm loving it. Maybe I'll tuck in a few more credits to up the service fee and stay a few extra weeks in this body.

Gosh, I love the way he smells. This guy has friends, a job, even a girlfriend and no one has noticed, much less his girl, she has no idea that her beloved boyfriend is out every night kissing other guys and moaning for hours as their bodies collide and their legs end up shaking.

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I warned him that he’d break his heart.

See, Jeff, my best friend, fell head over heels for local bad boy Everette. He’d follow him around like a love-struck puppy… or a bitch in heat. I rolled my eyes and let Jeff have his straight bad boy fantasy. What’s the harm? I thought. As long as Jeff didn’t try anything, the jock wouldn’t hurt him.

How wrong I was. Jeff suddenly one day was all smiles and flowers. He told me that after football practice one day, Everette gestured him over while he smoked a cigarette. He teased Jeff: he made fun of his nails, his lisp, and his coiffed hair. He asked if Jeff would be afraid to get his knees dirty and when Jeff said no, his voice breaking with fear, Everette very gently guided Jeff to his knees and had him take all of his member in his mouth. Beneath the bleachers! Jeff told me how big Everette was and how good he tasted. He looked like he was on cloud nine as he talked about the uncut bush Everette had and how it smelled like his cologne.

I won’t lie. I was jealous, but also afraid for Jeff. What would happen when Everette got bored?

Now everyday I listened to Jeff talk about his sexual rendezvous with him: in the locker room, in his pick up, anywhere they found themselves. Jeff seemed to love telling me how hot Everette was. He was purposefully flaunting his crush’s naked body in his story and his big balls slapping his chin as he got face fucked.

Then the worse happened. Jeff wasn’t there but as I was walking home, I overheard Everette talking with his football bro. “Yeah that little fag does everything I tell him. He’s in love with me, bro. How fucking gross. I think it’s time to move on before he thinks I love him. Maybe one more time in my pick up, then I can dump in the woods and have him walk home. Dude, it would be sick if we took his clothes and made him do it naked!”

His friends laughed and I felt sick to my stomach. So sick in fact, I did something I probably shouldn’t have: I spoke with my oma. She was a witch from the old world and she usually came up with effective solutions that somehow turned bad. But I had no choice.

I went to her and told her everything and surprisingly she told me what to do with no prolonged tale. She just handed me a potion and told me to drink it, then find that asshole and make him pay.

I followed her directions and as soon as the potion, my body felt heavy and dropped onto the floor. My soul or whatever floated through the roof and I remembered my oma’s words.

I floated toward the edge of town near the woods and searched for Everette’s pick up. And I swooped down. I saw the whole thing. Jeff choking on Everette’s massive cock. He coughed and gagged but he took it all. Strings of saliva dripped down his chin. Jeff looked like he was trying to stroke himself off, but as I looked closer, his cock was stuffed into a chasity cage. But I must’ve gotten too close because I was sucked into Everette’s body.

The whole world whirled around me and I felt the wet, hot sensation as Jeff swirled his tongue around my huge cock. He teased the tip of his tongue into my dick slit and I moaned and grabbed onto Jeff’s hair. I almost felt bad for messing up his painstakingly styled hair, but I remember he was a desperate fag and he loved every second of my touch.

What was that? I thought. I felt a fear that my mind was no longer mine, nor was it Everette’s.

“Cock sucker,” I heard myself say. “Do it right with no teeth and I’ll undo your cage and let you touch yourself.” I pulled my shirt off and looked down at the breathtaking body. I ran my hand over my chest and pinched my own nipple as Jeff worked my knob, only taking desperate gasps when his face turned red.

I tried to fight off the boiling sexual rage in me. I wanted to punish this gay guy and have him humiliated for being so weak. But I also loved how he did everything for me.

I glanced outside the window and imagined Everette’s friends hiding in the woods, ready to jump in and ditch this queer. I was supposed to stop it, but Everette’s memories flooded our mind. Even though Everette no longer truly existed, we shared his thoughts and emotions.

Why should I be tied down to this fucker. There’s a lot of hot guys out there. Jimmy was checking me out today. I gave him a show and I knew I could blow him. I want to feel his cock spewing ribbons of cum in my mouth.

At the thought of Jimmy’s massive uncut cock, I blew my load into Jeff’s mouth and I laughed as I heard him gag before swallowing my spunk.

Now I knew Everette’s deal. Jeff was pathetic. Look at him still slurping up my cum. He hasn’t been able to touch himself in weeks since I had him put on that belt. He’s been the perfect horny slut all month. But I wanted a man. Jimmy could bench 250 pounds and could fuck me raw on the football field and I’d enjoy every moment of it. Sure I made fun of Jeff for being a queer. But there was a difference between Jeff and a man like Jimmy.

I almost turned toward the woods to motion the plan into action, but I finally wrestled control as myself. “Jeff,” I said in my new rough voice. It was a low growl after cumming. “It’s over. We’re through. Find some other cock to suck. I want a man and not some queen.”

I don’t know how I felt as I drove Jeff and myself back into town. I couldn’t focus on his sobbing as I thought of hitting the gym and hoping to find Jimmy. For a man like Jimmy, I’d get on my knees and become his slut.

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Hey, about that virus going around… my best bro and roommate said he came into contact with it, but since he’s “already Asian” apparently he thinks it makes him immune. How true is that? Cause ever since he brought it up things aren’t exactly adding up. He doesn’t seem sick, but he doesn’t seem normal either. Should I be worried? Hell, should I be worried about myself? I’ve stayed away from his room, so I should be fine, right?

Thank you for contacting our help line. We understand your concerns regarding the recent outbreaks of the flu. Please be assured that we are doing everything possible to contain the situation.

We recommend that you avoid contact with your roommate until we can confirm he is not infected. Please keep us informed of any changes in his or your condition. If you develop any symptoms, please contact us immediately.

Early symptoms may include fever, cough, body aches, heightened sensitivity in the pectoral region, and excessive sweating. Please note that we cannot predict how long the incubation period may last. We strongly advise remaining in your room and avoiding others until we can confirm you are not infected.

[BEEP]

You hear that ominous final tone, heart pounding in your ears. The help line's words echo in your mind - "Avoid contact with your roommate…" But how? You live in such a small flat. Keeping your distance feels impossible… yet the alternative is too terrifying to contemplate.

With shaking hands, you barricade your door using a chair wedged under the handle and a towering pile of laundry. It won't stop him if he truly tries to enter, but it might buy you crucial seconds to react. You tell yourself those seconds could make all the difference.

The days drag by at an agonising pace, each one blurring into the next as you remain sequestrated in your room like a prisoner awaiting judgement. You only emerge when absolutely necessary - dashing to the bathroom under cover of darkness or grabbing meagre rations from the kitchen when you're certain that your roommate, Jake, is out. Each time, your heart races and palms sweat, half-expecting to collide with him around every corner.

To keep yourself from going crazy, you throw yourself into mindless distractions like binge-watching television shows until your eyes get too tired, or playing video games. But no matter how hard you try to distract yourself, the anxiety always creeps back in, gnawing at the edges of your sanity.

You can't stop thinking about what's happening to Jake… and what might happen to you if you're already infected. The thought of losing yourself, of being consumed by this virus until nothing remains but an empty shell - it makes you physically ill. You can't allow that to happen. You WON'T let it happen.

So you cling to the barricade like a lifeline, praying it will be sufficient to keep the monster at bay… even as a small, treacherous part of you wonders what it would feel like to give in, to embrace the change and see where it takes you. You shudder at the thought and clench your fists, forcing yourself to focus on the present. You can't let your mind wander down that path. Not now. Not ever.

On the third night though, you wake up drenched in sweat, shivering uncontrollably. Your head throbs like a drum. You stumble to your desk lamp with trembling hands and flick it on. The light seems too bright, hurting your eyes. You touch your forehead - it's burning hot. Panic rises in your throat as the horrible realisation hits: you're ill. You try to stand but your legs give out. Collapsing back onto your bed, you curl up into a ball, shaking and miserable. A wracking cough tears through your chest. This is only the beginning, you know. The fever is just the first symptom. More will follow, and then…

No. You can't think like that. You have to stay strong, stay hopeful. Surely someone will arrive soon. They have to. Until then, all you can do is ride out this fever in isolation, praying it doesn't get worse.

The next morning, you wake up feeling slightly better. The fever has broken, but your body feels heavy. You sit up and look around your room, but something feels off. It's like your room had shrunk overnight. You shake your head, trying to clear the fog. Maybe you just need to eat something. You try to sneak out to get some food, but your legs feel like jelly. With some effort, you make it to the kitchen and grab a few snacks. Back in your room, you sit on the edge of your bed and munch on some crisps. You feel a little better, but still not quite right. You can't ignore how hungry you feel, like you haven't eaten in days.

You check if your roommate Jake is around, but the apartment feels eerily empty. You can't quite remember when you last had a proper meal - the days seem to blur together lately. On impulse, you pull out your phone and place an order for a juicy burger and crispy fries, already savouring the taste in your mind. As you wait for the delivery, you glance at your bed and freeze. The sheets are soaked with sweat, the damp patch sprawling obscenely across the mattress. You stare at it in disbelief, then look down at yourself. Your shirt clings to your skin, drenched in perspiration. "It's just the heat", you mutter, trying to convince yourself. "Nothing to worry about."

You strip off your clothes and step into the shower, hoping the water will wash away the unsettling feeling. As the steam envelops you, you can't help but notice how your muscles ripple beneath your skin, more pronounced than before. You shake your head vigorously, splashing water everywhere. You step out and towel off, but a glance in the mirror makes you pause. Your skin has an almost unnatural sheen to it, glistening under the harsh bathroom lights.

You throw on fresh clothes and try to ignore how they feel tighter than usual. The doorbell rings - your food has arrived. You rush to answer it, eager for something normal to focus on. As you take the bag from the delivery person, you can't shake the feeling that their eyes linger on your body a moment too long before they leave.

Back in your room, you tear into the burger ravenously, barely tasting it as you devour every last bite. But as you finish and lick the grease from your fingers, a wave of dizziness hits you. You grab onto the desk for support, breathing heavily.

Now would be a good time to call that help line again.

You pick up your phone and start dialing, but as you do, a huge headache hits you. You drop the phone and clutch your head, groaning in pain. What's going on? You feel like you're losing your mind. You try to focus, but the pain is too much. You stumble back to your bed and collapse onto it, clutching your head. You can't think straight. As you close your eyes, your conciousness fades away, and you drift into a restless sleep…

You slowly blink open heavy eyelids, squinting against the harsh sunlight streaming through gaps in your blinds. Your skin feels hot and tingly, almost feverishly so. You groan as you try to sit up, muscles protesting from days of disuse, but there's a new tautness to them that catches you off guard.

Glancing down, you notice beads of sweat rolling down your bare chest, which seems… different somehow. More defined, more muscular than you remember. Your shirt clings to your skin, damp with perspiration. You peel it off with a grimace, the fabric sticking to your body.

Jake's concerned face swims into view as he leans over you. "Dude, wake up," he says, his voice sounding distant through the ringing in your ears. He looks different too - more chiselled, bigger pecs than usual. "You've been out of it for like, three days straight."

Three days? The thought sends a flicker of panic through you, but it's quickly drowned out by the strange sensations coursing through your body. You lick your dry, cracked lips and try to speak, but your voice comes out as a raspy croak.

"Water…" you manage to grate out. Jake grabs a glass from your nightstand and holds it to your mouth. As you drink greedily, you can feel the cool liquid sloshing in your expanded chest, which rises and falls rapidly with each breath.

Jake sets the glass aside and frowns, his brow creasing in a way that makes him look almost stern. "I had to break down the door, man" - he says, gesturing to the splintered wood and broken furniture littering your room. The sight makes your head pound harder.

Fragmented memories flash through your mind, but they slip away like sand through a sieve, leaving you grasping at nothing. "I… I don't remember," you mumble, rubbing your temples. Little do you realise though, the virus had been violently rewriting your DNA while you were passed out, transforming you into a muscular, hyper-sexualized parody of masculinity - a hung, dumb jock bro with no thoughts beyond chasing his next high.

Jake frowns, his brow creasing in a way that makes him look almost stern. "Well, try to eat something. I made you some chicken soup - your favourite." He nods towards the steaming bowl on your desk.

You swing your legs over the side of the bed with a grunt, muscles screaming in protest. The room spins dizzily around you, and you grab onto the mattress for support. In the mirror across from you, you catch a glimpse of your reflection - gaunt face, wild eyes, and a body that looks… different somehow.

As you lift the spoon to your mouth, you can feel Jake watching you intently. The soup tastes bland compared to how ravenous you feel. You polish off the bowl in record time and slam it down on the desk. Sweat pours down your face and chest, soaking into the sheets beneath you. Your muscles twitch and flex involuntarily, as if eager to be put to use.

Jake's eyes widen as he takes in your physique - the bulging pecs glistening with sweat, the rock-hard abs clenching and unclenching with each labored breath. "Dude… you're fucking jacked," he marvels, reaching out to run a hand over your slick chest.

You moan at his touch, arching into it like a cat in heat. Your nipples are hard, almost painfully so, and ache for more stimulation. Jake seems to sense this - he leans down and drags his tongue over one of the sensitive nubs, making you gasp.

"Fuck bro, you taste so good" - he growls, laving attention on your chest with lips and teeth and tongue. "I just wanna… fuck…" He grinds against you, his own arousal evident through his straining pants.

Your head lolls back against the pillow as Jake worships your body, lost in a haze of sensation. The fever rages through you, stoking the fires of lust burning in your veins.

Jake sits up abruptly and strips off his shirt, revealing his own impressive physique. "Gotta get these sweaty clothes off," he grunts, shimmying out of his pants to reveal a massive erection straining against tight wet underwear.

He dives back onto the bed, covering your body with his own sweat-slicked one. You can feel every hard plane and ridge of muscle pressing against you as he kisses you deeply, hungrily.

You gasp at the sensation, your hips bucking up involuntarily to meet his. Your cock throbs, harder and bigger than you've ever been before. Jake licks his lips as he feels it straining against the fabric.

"Holy shit, you're hung too," he marvels, palming you through your pants. "Fuck bro, I just wanna suck you off so bad."

He starts tugging at your pants impatiently and you lift your hips to help him, mind hazing over with a desperate need for stimulation. As your massive cock springs free, Jake's eyes widen and he licks his lips hungrily.

"Damn dude, that's fucking huge," he breathes before diving down and swallowing as much of you as he can.

You groan loudly, head falling back against the pillow as Jake works your shaft with sloppy enthusiasm. Your hands tangle in his hair, holding him in place as you start to thrust shallowly into his mouth.

"Fuck yeah, suck my cock bro," you grunt, voice deeper and more aggressive than usual. "Gonna fucking nut down your throat."

Jake moans around you, sending delicious vibrations through your aching flesh. He takes you deeper, nose pressing against your pelvis as he swallows around your length.

It doesn't take long before you're cumming hard, vision whiting out as you shoot thick ropes of cum directly into Jake's stomach. He gulps it down greedily, not spilling a single drop.

As the waves of pleasure subside, you collapse back onto the bed, panting heavily. Jake crawls up your body with a shit-eating grin, licking his lips.

"Fuck dude, that was intense," he says, voice rough from the thorough cock-sucking. "You taste so fucking good."

He leans down to kiss you and you find yourself returning it eagerly, tongue delving into his mouth to taste yourself on him. Jake grinds against you, his own erection straining against his pants.

"Gonna fuck you now," he growls against your lips. "Gonna pump you full of my cum until you're dripping with it."

You moan in agreement, too far gone to care about anything else. As Jake lines himself up with your hole, you realise that all you want, all you need, is to be filled by him completely. Your body aches for it, craving the stretch and the fullness only his massive cock can provide. You look up at him with lidded eyes, pupils full of lust.

And as Jake slams into you balls-deep on the first thrust, you scream in ecstasy and surrender yourself completely to the transformation. Your old life fades away like a distant dream, replaced by this new existence of constant arousal and indulgence with your best bro.

Jake sets a brutal pace, pounding into you with animalistic grunts and growls. The room fills with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin and both of your wanton moans. You meet each thrust eagerly, relishing the delicious burn of the stretch and the intense pleasure-pain of being used so roughly.

"Fuck yeah, take my cock you dumb slut," Jake snarls, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he rails into you. "Gonna fucking breed this pussy."

You can only moan in response, too lost in sensation to form words. Your own cock bobs lewdly with each thrust, drooling pre-cum onto your stomach. Jake leans down and captures your lips in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue as he continues his relentless assault on your ass.

The coil of pleasure winds tighter and tighter in your gut until finally it snaps, your second orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. You scream into Jake's mouth as you cum untouched, your cock pulsing out thick ropes of jizz between your bodies.

Jake hilts inside you one last time before stilling, his cock throbbing and twitching as he shoots load after heavy load deep into your guts. You can feel the heat of it flooding your insides, marking you as his property.

And as Jake rolls off you with a satisfied grunt, already snoring softly, you drift off into a deep, dreamless sleep, unaware of how different your life will be from now on. Your old aspirations and inhibitions have been replaced by a single-minded desire to spread this feeling of warmth in your groin, to be with your bros, to lift and pump, to fuck, and man… you're a total stud now. Tomorrow you'll probably go to the gym and pump some iron with your best bro Jake - and you couldn't have it any other way.

[aexjonah]

[aexjonah]

JockJack

It was a sunny afternoon at the high school basketball court, where you could hear the sound of sneakers squeaking and the rhythmic thump of the ball hitting the ground. Sweat covered the skin of every player, but none of them shined quite like Jace. He was a lean, sculpted stud — the kind of jock who made heads turn whether he was stretching his arms above his head, or lifting his shirt to clean the sweat from his face.

Jace rocked a black jersey, a white sweatband keeping his hair out of his eyes, and the kind of muscular arms that made people forget what game they were watching. Each jump, each step, his body flexed effortlessly — and it didn’t go unnoticed.

Watching behind the fence was a chubby nerd. He wore thick glasses and a stretched-out shirt. He wasn’t there for the game. He was there for Jace. Always Jace.

The nerd had watched the jocks play almost every afternoon. The team always ignored him, except for Jace, who sometimes caught him staring.

The guy wasn’t even pretending to hide it — just standing there, staring. Mouth slightly open. Eyes fixed on Jace like he was in love with him.

Jace gave a confused, half-annoyed glance. What was this guy’s deal? But he wasn’t gonna let some creep ruin his training. He went back to driving hard into the lane, dunking, trash-talking with his friends.

Jace glanced back over the fence, but the watcher had disappeared. Weird. He thought.

Then it suddenly hit him. He felt a powerful electric discharge in his head. Mid-dribble, Jace froze. The ball bounced off his hand. His arms went slack. His eyes rolled up, whites showing, and his head tilted back abruptly. For a second, the court noise melted away into silence, his friends looked confused at him.

His body shivered once. Then his eyes dropped back down. He blinked and looked around with a calm expression.

“Dude, are you ok? Thought you were having a seizure” One of his friends asked.

“I’m fine. I gotta hit the bathroom,” he mumbled, almost to himself, then jogged off the court.

Inside the school's small concrete bathroom, Jace leaned against the cold wall, breathing heavily. His head was burning hot.

His hand slowly lifted his jersey, exposing his chiseled, sweat-slick abs. He bit his lip as he looked down at his body with desire. Jace would only look this thirsty when seeing a hot woman, not while looking at his own body.

"I can't believe it, seeing your abs from a first person angle is just so fucking better than seeing from a distance!" Jace said with a wide smile. His other hand tugged the waistband of his shorts forward and peered inside.

"Not so bad Jace boy." His hand slid in, pressing his fingers against his musky balls, now sticky with sweat. He brought his hand back out, sniffing his fingertips, inhaling deeply.

“Mmm… you smell better than I imagined,” he whispered with a smirk. Putting a thumb inside his mouth and sucking his balls' sweat.

He then turned and walked over to one of the stalls. The door creaked open with a shove.

There, slumped on the toilet, was the chubby nerdy stalker— passed out cold. A strange technological headband was around his head with tiny buttons and a green light glowing faintly on one of the buttons. His face was slack and his eyes were completely white.

Jace grinned, stepping inside the stall. “Fuck...” he said, eyeing the guy’s body from head to toe. “Seeing myself in third person really makes me look even more disgusting. No wonder you felt creeped out by me watching you playing. I would too if I ever had a body this perfect... oh wait, I do now." Jace said to himself, lifting his muscular arms and flexing, pressing his nose into the thick sweat pooling under his hairy pits. He groaned, long and deep, then flicked his tongue out and licked his own armpit, savoring the taste.

“Fuck… this body’s ripe… all that running, that heat…” he muttered, licking again, slower, eyes fluttering half shut. “You're so fucking perfect, Jace. I will enjoy every inch of you, and you can't do shit about it, because you're just my meat puppet now.”

Jace pulled his cock out of his shorts, already hard and twitching, and began stroking his 7 Inches cock slowly, still licking and sucking his pits between moans.

“Can’t believe how good your body feels… You’re a fucking goldmine of pheromones,” he hissed, one hand working his shaft while the other explored his muscled chest and abs.

Suddenly, he paused.

His gaze shifted down to his real body — the one slumped on the toilet with the device in his head. His pants were tented, a noticeable bulge growing in the fabric.

Jace chuckled, “That's interesting, it looks like my body still reacts physically to arousal… Well, it makes sense since I'm still inside my real body.”

The nerd wasn't actually inside Jace's body, he was only controlling him like a meat avatar.

Before practice that day, the nerd had arrived early, sneaking into the locker room while it was empty. He found Jace’s locker and replaced his white headband with an identical replica that was actually a technological device in disguise. The device would connect wirelessly to the possession headband he had built for himself. So the nerd was controlling Jace from his own body, he was just receiving the signal from Jace's headband to the headband in his head, allowing him to see and feel everything Jace was feeling.

Then, a smirk curled across Jace’s face. The nerd always fantasized about getting a blowjob from the popular jock, now this was his chance... only this time he would experience it from the jock's perspective.

Jace knelt between the legs of his possessor’s unconscious body and slowly unzipped the small tented pants. He reached inside, fishing out the soft but engorged cock of the overweight young man. It was small, dwarfed by Jace’s muscular hands, but already twitching with need.

“Pathetic little thing,” he chuckled darkly, brushing his thumb along the shaft. “You've been dreaming about getting sucked by a stud like me, weren't you?" Jace teased.

Jace lowered his head towards the exposed cock. Then his lips closed over it — Jace, the jock, now sucking his creepy stalker's cock—The nerd used Jace's tongue to work around the head of his cock as he made Jace take it deeper.

The nerd groaned with pleasure. He could feel everything, both his cock being sucked and the cock in Jace's mouth— the taste of sweat and precum on Jace’s tongue, the overwhelming stimulation coursing through his real semi-unconscious body. It was a complete loop of sensation.

Jace moaned around the shaft, taking it all the way to the root. He bobbed his head faster, saliva dripping down, hands gripping his real body’s fat thighs. The feeling of having his small cock inside Jace’s perfect straight throat and, at the same time controlling his tongue movements, using it to pleasure himself, was pushing him closer to orgasm.

Jace moaned shamelessly, slurping and sucking, He pulled the small cock with a POP sound, “You like this, don’t you, nerd boy?” he mumbled between licks, “My straight jock's lips wrapped around your fat loser’s cock." Jace’s hands went to his nipples as he continued the blowjob, tasting every inch, feeling the dual pleasure skyrocket. His fingers pinched his nipples hard, twisting them as he buried his handsome face in the overweight nerd's hairy crotch.

His real body’s cock pulsed, leaking. And Jace, with a wicked grin, sucked harder. The nerd could feel it — both bodies reaching their edge at the same time.

“Fuck—here it comes,” The nerd thought, still playing with Jace's nipples when it hit. Jace’s body tensed and erupted, thick ropes of cum splattering onto the bathroom floor. At the exact same moment, the nerd's real body spasmed, the small cock twitching and shooting a sticky load directly into Jace’s hungry mouth.

He moaned through the orgasm, feeling the climax from both bodies hit his mind like a tidal wave. His throat swallowed instinctively as he licked the last drops from his lips like a slut.

He stood, wiping his mouth and breathing heavily, glancing down at his fat spent body.

"Thank you for letting me suck your superior cock and taste your delicious cum, Master," Jace said and then started laughing. "I really can make you say anything I want."

Jace's hand reached up and pressed the side of his headband. His eyes suddenly rolled back and his arms felt limply to his sides. The green light from the helmet turned red and the nerd's eyes opened — he stood up slowly, pants still unzipped, a grin on his face.

He walked towards Jace who was standing with his eyes white and mouth agape.

The nerd lifted both of Jace's arms and started worshiping his armpits. It was mostly clean by now, only wet by Jace's saliva from his previous self-worship. But that was not the same as tasting it with his real mouth.

“From now on, you will never take your headband off. You will protect it with your life. The headband is now fused to your brain, if it ever comes out, you will stop working.”

“Command received.”

He then gave Jace's shaft a few strokes before putting it back inside his shorts, licking his cum covered fingers clean. He then tapped the back of Jace's headband, and Jace's eyes went back to normal, but only the nerd could detect the lifelessness behind them.

“Autopilot mode activated.” Jace spoke like a robot.

“Great. Go back to your practice, find me later after school, I want to take your body for another ride later. So you better make yourself extra sweaty.”

“Command received.”

[aexjonah]

Jack knew he shouldn’t be doing this anymore…but the feeling of being worn was amazing. The one guy at the gym was just so hot…and Jack knew he wouldn’t have a chance with the guy. So that’s when he started to change himself into items for the guy to wear for his workouts.

Jack spent a week as his shirt recently, soaking up the guy’s sweat and loving it. He can turn back when he isn’t worn if he wants to….but he’ll spend days as an object to soak up the scent the longest.

Jack told himself this was the final time…he was turning into the guys boxer briefs for one day. What Jack didn’t know was the guy had seen surveillance video of him changing into the guy’s gear.

The guy found this hot and knew Jack had to be taken off to turn back. He was enjoying how well Jack showed off his muscles and bulge…so he didn’t plan to take him off anytime soon.

Who knows…maybe if he wears him long enough, Jack won’t remember his previous life to turn back to.

[aexjonah]

MY PROTECTOR

Suddenly the model from the magazine ad was looming in front of me on the door step.

“Not here!” I screamed at the genie. “Inside.”

I looked both ways quickly, noticing my new friend was catching stares. Fortunately, no one could see Shabaz.

“You wished for a guardian angel… here he is!” insisted the Genie. “No one will mess with you while he’s around.”

I stepped up to the strapping man in the tight underwear. He looked forward blankly, his double-barrel chest rising and falling calmly.

“Oh, he’s alive,” the Genie clarified, “but he’s just an instrument. Anything he does, it’s because you think it. Any thoughts he has, they are because you give them to him.”

“Okay,” I mumble, thinking for a second.

The model turns robotically towards the door, twists the handle, and walks in. Shabaz and I follow.

As we enter the living room, the man stops and turns towards me. His expression remains neutral.

“So whatever I want… whoever I want him to be… that’s who he is?” I say hesitantly.

“Precisely,” the Genie answers back. “And if you ever need me to step in…” – he looks the hunk up and down – “It would be my pleasure.”

I have an idea.

The man’s eyes narrow in concentration and he steps forward menacingly. His hand stretches outward and fits tightly around my neck. Using his strong pelvis, he wedges my body up against the wall. I feel his erection stabbing against my stomach.

His other arm swings upward in a tight flex and he smiles, watching me watch him.

“You like that, maggot?” he hisses with other hand still gripping my neck, channeling one of the asshole jocks from my school. He leans into me, bringing his lips close to mine, then belts out a forceful belch.

“This is what you want?” the Genie asks.

The bully under my control turns his face to the Genie. “Yeah. And if you don’t want to watch, you can leave.”

“I’m good,” the Genie says with a smirk.

The large man turns his face back to me and flexes his arm again, pushing his armpit into my face. “Lick it, scum,” he demands.

His yanks me by the neck into his arm pit and moans in pleasure as I take a big whiff. He has a dank, musky stench… because I want him to. Happily, I begin to lap up the sweat in his pit.

He grunts approvingly. “Good boy… gooood.”

He grabs me by the hair and pulls me to the couch. Twisting around, he pulls down his underwear and leans over the couch, forcing my head deep within his ass.

“Now eat it.”

I breathe him in and my tongue goes to work, relishing the taste of his tight hole.

“That feels amazing, boy,” he gulps out, appreciating my handiwork.

I turn to Shabaz with a smirk. “Do you think that’s enough for you to go by?”

The Genie brightens. “Really?”

The muscle-bound beauty, now with a cock swagger, rises from the couch and takes off his underwear. He crosses to Shabaz, thrilled with the prospect of inhabiting a body (if only for a while).

“Hop in,” I say.

I watch the Genie step into the beefcake in front of him, and the man’s expression startles. He displays a few proud poses.

“This is fucking awesome!” he cries in the man’s rough voice. Then his face shifts back into a cocky smirk as he picks up the man’s dirty underwear and breathes the musk into his lungs. “That’s the smell of a real fucking man.”

“This is exactly who I want him to be,” I say. “This is my protector.”

The man, possessed by the Genie, narrows his eyes. “Bend over, faggot,” he says icily, pumping his cock. “I’m going to fuck the living daylights out of you.”