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Yes, Doctor

I tapped my foot as I waited for the doctor to come in and see me. I had just gone through the normal procedures with the nurse, checking my weight, taking my blood pressure, the works. I was nervous to get the results of my last test after a scare with my platelet count. I had gone down a long spiral of online searches and pushing myself towards an anxiety attack I would probably had not come back from. The phone call to schedule an appointment was normal, unable to detect anything in the voice on the other end.

"You will be just fine." She said before hanging up. Maybe I should have been worried.

"Hello there, how are you doing today?" He was holding the clipboard like a shield. Bad sign. You would think they would try to make me as comfortable as possiblle to break the bad news.

"What's wrong with me?" I asked, wincing as he sat down next to me.

"Nothing at all - we just wanted to go over some of the results with you to talk about a healthier future." He said with a smile that melted away my worries. The moment I returned the smiled I saw something clear out of the corner of my eye. I snapped my head towards it and could make out a head poking through the wall.

"What the fuck?" My jaw dropped as I looked at it and when the doctor looked back at the apparition peeking in through the cinderblocks he looked back at me with a confused face.

"Are you alright?" He asked, reaching out.

"You can see me?" The head said. I nodded. What else was I supposed to do.

"I think maybe we should get you psychologically evaluated." The doctor said, writing something down. The specter emerged from the wall with a glowing aura and he quickly rushed the doctor. He dropped his clipboard shield and pen sword and gasped as the ghost slid his fingers between his lips and pulled his mouth open. With a gag, the ghost shoved his head into his mouth while I stared in awe with the sounds of slurping filling the room. My cock twitched as the tight scrub pants tightened and the doctor's bulge appeared. Inch by inch the ghost filled up the doctor's body, his neck bulging and his eyes tearing up until he got knocked back in his chair. The last of the tail disappeared with a wet pop and the doctor looked at me with wide eyes. His left arm flailed away from his body and I could see where the ghost was inserting itself into his limb. The rest followed suit, his legs kicking out from underneath him until he spun around like a cartoon character and was looking down at himself with a shit eating grin.

"What the fuck just happened?" I watched him slide his hands down his body, the musculature of the doctor poking through the fabric. Within seconds he wanted to see more and stripped off the scrubs, tossing them to the side while returning the stethoscope to his neck like an accessory.

"Let's have some fun, fleshie." He pushed off his underwear and was now standing in the room without any clothes on, smirking at me.

"I'm not sure what's going on. What are you?" I asked. He took a step closer to me and I could feel his warmth. His cock was getting harder and so was mine.

"I'm shocked you were able to see me. I've never had a living see my ghost form. You weren't scared of it?" He chuckled.

"I think there are worse things in this world to be afraid of." I shrugged, the list growing longer in my mind.

"I suppose that's a good way to think about it." He inched closer to me, his cock grazing against my bulge.

"I guess so." My breath was starting to pick up.

"What do you say we have some fun while we're here?" He was grinning now, his hands sliding around my waist. A light tug and I was pressed against him, his cock sandwiched between us and pulsing. I pushed my hand up against his chest and squeezed, feeling his fuzzy pec in my hand.

"Will he know?" I wondered.

"They never do. We'll call it ghost-patient confidentiality." He got a kick out of that and his abs tightened as he laughed. I leaned in and kissed him, initiating the aggressive push against the wall and the grinding into my body. He couldn't really control himself, he was like a sexy doctor rabbit in heat. His hands squeezing me as I worshipped his body, suddenly finding myself bent over the examination table while he was beginning to explore my hole with his tongue. The crinkly white paper crunched below me and when I squeezed the sides of the bed my fingers turned red.

"Fuck yes. I want you so bad." I don't know what came over me as the doctor positioned himself behind me, his cock pulsing as he aligned it with my hole, squeezing it in. I bit my lip to prevent the moan from being heard outside of here. With each thrust I noticed I was barely breathing as I got so wrapped up in the pleasure. I could feel his cock starting to release inside of me and suddenly I was full of my doctor's seed while he was moaning, not keeping it from being heard.

"That was amazing. Maybe I'll haunt you outside of this stupid hospital." He slipped out of me and it made me shiver.

"I think I'd like that, Doctor." I said, standing up as we were both returning the crime scene back to its original condition. I pinched his nippled just as he slip the scrubs back on and I sat down where I was when the doctor's body was invaded.

"What are you doing?" He asked at the door.

"Oh, are you going to leave him?" I asked.

"Not today, we're going to go have some fun." He extended his hand and I was whisked away by this possessed hunk. I came in with the fear of a horrible diagnosis and somehow left closer to death than I ever thought I would be.

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To my fellow followers, I have created a mask transformation story based off of one of my best friends IRL. he has given me permission to use him in this story because he and I have had some fun and watched the mask together. I will post the google Doc link here for you all to read it. If you wanna know what he looks like DM me hehe. Enjoy everyone! Happy Pride month and HAPPY MASKING!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/14rnFwiSfhucJl4v8nBbRIXtm_8j_wAU2K3tQlFQpvaI/edit?usp=drivesdk

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Spiritual Trainers

He came into the gym a skinny little twig, quite literally skin and bones. Never really able to gain any weight, Gordon was known around the neighborhood as the ghost: deathly pale and skeletal. For the past 5 years since he graduated from medical school, he tried strategy after strategy to try and bulk up. From high carb and high protein diets to vegan plans to just eating fast food for an entire month, nothing seemed to work for him. Thus, this new gym membership was yet another rung on his ladder, another step on trying to get swole.

The gym had been a staple of the neighborhood for decades, becoming a well established conveyor belt of successful athletes. The place supplied wrestlers, boxers, bodybuilders of all types to the industry: always winners, always huge. Thus, in the hopes of becoming their next success story, Gordon put pen to paper on the membership form, and struggling to carry his limp gym bag over his shoulder, he drudged toward the locker room.

While the impressive history of the place seemed to be a matter of fact, evidence toward their incredible efficacy in their training methods, there was a more clandestine underlying truth behind closed doors. Since the gym's opening, hundreds of studs left into the world, and many return. Some, however, linger. Past their dying breaths, they still return to the gym for the same reason they patroned it in life: getting huge. It would be fair to say of 200 successful athletes, about 80 of them are... recycled. Inhabited by the spirits of their predecessors, reliving life as they did in their time. And on that fateful day, the emaciated young man had caught the eyes of a number of such spirits. As he entered the well-maintained but rather fragrant locker room, the first such spirit laid his eyes upon Gordon.

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In 1987, Dacre Dallas became the youngest title holder in the WWE. The "Pretty Boy from Texas" was a fan favorite, especially with the ladies. His trademark mullet, bushy moustache and masculine good looks made him quite the Don Juan in his day. At 5'9 and only 9% body fat, he was the 80's Adonis.

Everyone that knew him would recall him as the good-natured dipshit who all seemed to love. He'd be the first one to laugh at a bad joke, the first to offer training tips and branding ideas, the first to buy the round of drinks, and the first to offer a quickie in the sauna. Beautiful, sexy, stupid, and loveable, Dacre was the guy everyone wanted to be around.

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As Dacre flexed into the mirror, admiring his own good looks, his nose twitched. He turned his head, following the unfamiliar scent of Irish Spring soap until he saw him.

He was perplexed. Many a guy had come through the doors looking to build muscle from nothing, but this was quite the find. Gordon's lanky figure had even shocked the spirit world: the ghost had surprised the ghosts! As he opened his locker, Dacre strode toward him, the ethereal sound of his squeaking Adidas high tops ever so faintly echoing in the room. Gordon began to take off his shirt, stripping it to slip on his tank; a sight that had sealed his fate. Dacre stood awestruck behind him, the sheer difference in size was more than evident. Even at relatively similar height, it only highlighted just how frail the young man was. In that moment, Dacre felt it. He felt the calling, the beckoning of life itself. Flesh is wasted on the living, when the dead have so much more to offer. He furrowed his bushy brows, a sly grin crept beneath his thick moustache.

Gordon felt a cool breeze between his legs, goosebumps trailed down his spine. The ac must have been strong, he dismissed it in his mind. Shrugging it off, he dropped his pants and revealed his baggy black briefs. A stronger, colder breeze blew again, enough to elicit a shiver from the lanky young man. He looked down, immediately met with the translucent grinning face of Dacre Dallas.

"Fuck, this will be fun. Coming in!" Before Gordon could even say a single word, Dacre took his massive ectoplasmic hands and quickly plunged them upward, right into his hole. A squelch rang out in the room, as Gordon's hole stretched to the rubbery forearms of the ghostly hulk. Chuckling as he began to force his entire gigantic body into Gordon, the young man desperately grasped at his invader, only feeling the slightest slimy resistance before phasing right through. He watched as belly started to bulge outward, growing as more and more of Dacre slithered inside of him.

"Heheh, oh shit, man! I forgot how good this felt!" Dacre chirped from within the twink, just as his ankles slid in, his size 10 Adidas kicking back and forth before slipping in completely. Gordon began to thrash about the locker room, slamming into walls and doors while Dacre slipped him on from inside. He slid his arms into the skinny tunnels of Gordon's body, swelling them with his thick plasmic muscle before his hands popped into his hosts, exploding them into calloused strong fists. Pecs and abs started to bubble out as they were filled with Dacre's, his underwear grew tighter as the ghostly cock thrust into his own, his balls swelling with Dacre's seed.

His legs burst with thick forests of hair atop his hilly quads, his feet quickly burst from his size 7 trainers, and as pressure mounted up his throat and against the palate of his mouth, a single pop rang out. The thrashing stopped, 'Gordon' stood still for a moment before cracking his neck and smiling. Turning to the left, Dacre sauntered over to the mirror, admiring his new fleshsuit. The kid looked good on him, he couldn't deny it. He flashed his pearly white teeth beneath his moustache, running his hand through the wavy mullet that had sprouted from Gordon's scalp. It was undoubtedly Gordon to the naked eye, just 100 pounds bigger and possessed by the bulky ghost of an 80's wrestler.

"Aww yeah! This I can work with!" Dacre's booming voice poured from Gordon's lips, as he flexed his sizeable biceps. "You doin' okay in there?" He knocked on his head, the faintest purr deep inside the voids of his brain the only reply. He chuckled, adjusting his bulge in the straining briefs before strutting out onto the lifting floor. He clapped his hands, rubbing them together with a dim laugh: eager to feel the rush of a good pump once more. Walking toward the bench press, he tossed 35 pount plates onto the barbell like they were nothing, and continued to press 10 reps without so much as breaking a sweat. He turned between sets, winking at one of the ladies across the room on the cable machine; a gesture that was accepted and reciprocated from the Amazonian woman. From behind the counter, the attendant smirked. Well aware of each of their residents and their tendencies to slip into the gym's clients, he always enjoyed seeing the before and after with each and every new stud that exited the locker room. It didn't happen every day, but when it did, it was a sight to behold. It was even enough to snatch yet another wandering eye.

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Justin Drake was the influencer to watch in 2024. With every TikTok and Instagram, viewers could see his growth from the everyday fuckboy twunk to the jacked stud he became. Standing 6'0 with the looks and build of a model, he fit naturally into the realm of fitness modeling. Every thirst trap got thousands of impressions, an equal amount of interaction. This quickly led to product deals, podcasting gigs, sponsorships and content collaboration. Even at one point joining a Big Brother-style bro house series on YouTube, Justin was unstoppable. Though, if you dug a little deeper, you'd find these weren't the only accolades he was receiving.

Top .01% of creators on OnlyFans as well as JustForFans, Justin was well known in the adult industry as the dumb himbo that got off on his musk. Pit stink, sweaty ass, musty cock, and most popularly his ripe size 13s. He was likeable on camera, dumbly laughing at any terrible porn joke on set, and he was popular with his scene partners; even corrupting several guys into scentplay with his addictive aroma. Every horny Tumblr page had his ass, cock, and feet plastered over their feeds, and those big green eyes graced the dreams of ever bater on the site.

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As Dacre hopped to his feet, he turned to head toward the gorgeous woman, only to be met with the drooling face of Justin.

"Bruh. Like, fuck. Is that you in there, Dac?" Dacre grinned from ear to ear, leaning over the warm, musky specter sitting on the bench. The minty green vapors that wafted from the ghost rather ironically reeked of buttery sweat and musk, tickling Dacre's nostrils as he inhaled his friend's scent. Sighing in satisfaction, he patted Justin's gooey shoulder.

"In the flesh, man. Or, in his flesh... hah!" The duo dumbly laughed, just as they would when they floated around the gym, chuckling at the poor form of their successors. "Nice find, right?"

"Dude fits you like a glove! Here, just let me..." Justin leaned in to Dacre's chest, taking a deep whiff. The scent was subtle, slightly salty, like ocean waves rolling onto the beach. Pulling away, the ghost shrugged his shouldes. "Meh. I could do better."

"Sure, man. Sure. Huhuhu!" Just as Dacre began to walk away, he stopped in his tracks. Justin watched with a raised eyebrow as he slowly turned around, with a devilish smirk on his face. With a quick glance around, making sure no stupid mortal was waddling around, he began to beckon Justin toward him. "C'mon! Jump in while no one's looking!" Justin scoffed at the whispered invitation.

"Bro, there's no way I'll fit! I'll get the next one." This did little to dissuade Dacre, whose beckoning became more grandiose. Sliding down his shorts and briefs, his sweaty cock flopped out and hung limply in the air. Dacre grasped it, furiously pumping it as he continued to keep watch.

"Get in here! I'll make some room! Squeeze in, man, it'll be fun!" The ghost stared at the cock; so shiny, so inviting, yet so boring. He could do much better, he knew he would do much better. Besides, who better to share a guy with than your best friend? Smirking, Justin hopped to his feet, smirking as he broke into a sprint. Dacre smiled, bracing himself as Justin launched himself forward, diving into his dick. A wet slurping sound radiated out as Justin squeezed himself into the semi erect dick, stretching the slit wide as it swallowed him whole. It grew thick and hard in a matter of seconds, before the rubbery ghost shot downward into his balls. Inflating quickly into the size of basketballs, the last of Justin squirmed into the undulating dick. Dacre fell backwards from the masterful invasion, panting and mindlessly pumping his cock.

"Fuuuuuuuck, bruh. It'll be a tight squeeze, but it'll good to rub up against you again, bro!" Justin chided as he spread throughout Gordon's body. The host yet again began to flail and shake, twisting and turning as he was filled yet again. Dacre felt his best friend's massive legs and feet slide into his own, bloating intensely down his thighs, then his calves and forcing their way into his feet with a quick burst of Justin's sweat bursting out of his soles. A familiar funk wafted out from his now size 13 feet, stretching the bulky sneakers out with his toes and inundating them with his ripe footmusk.

His chest and abs stretched upward as Justin pushed his long torso against the cramped interior of his vessel's shoulders. The body contorted as it grew taller and taller, his mass growing with every inch of height. A sharp stink began to pour from his hairy pits, which grew wetter by the second. The cock distended further: 6 inches, 8 inches, 9 inches before the skin started to constrict around his head. The foreskin restored, the tangy scent of his hooded dick drifted out from his groin while his balls dropped into the size of kiwis.

Dacre moaned and stroked from the sensory overload, feeling Justin's head slowly push up his throat and pressing against his own spectral head. In the blink of an eye, and rather loud crack, seizing once again ceased. Laughing wildly, the duo sat up in their swollen host.

"Bruh! Fuck! This guy is tight!" Justin chimed out of their shared lips, Dacre quickly responding.

"But man, it feels so good to have you in here, though!" They jumped back up, quickly adjusting to their new size. Their muscles jiggled as if they were balloons filled with molasses. With each step, dimly chuckling as they did, the muscles began to firm up until they were rock hard. The duo flexed, eagerly sniffing the wet musk that radiated from their dripping pits, Justin in particular reveling in the scent of life once again. Gordon's inflated body strutted across the gym, hopping down onto the leg press. Placing their massive, ripe sneakers onto the press, they easily moved the 375 pounds of iron.

Behind the desk, the attendant took a double take. He'd seen his fare share of possessed, inflated studs, but to see the Adonis that so effortlessly annihilated 20 presses of such an impressive weight was a first even for him. Perhaps in the back of his mind, he realized that Justin had squeezed in with Dacre, which at least explaining the monumental size. But as he stared at the chiseled man jovially pal around with the other men, showing off his muscle, joking about his musk... the attendant couldn't help but feel a stirring in his shorts.

"Ahhhh yeah, dude. That was nothing! You should see us on circuit days! I mean... See me on circuit days!" Dacre quickly caught Justin's flub before anyone noticed. The other jocks laughed, slapping the possessed hunk's firm ass before wandering back to their weights. "Bro, you gotta be careful! The two of us is already a fuckin' tight fit in here. We don't need anyone else lookin to squirm in!" To any onlooker, it was as if Gordon's body was having a full on conversation with himself, turning his head right and left with two seemingly distinctive voices coming from his lips as he did. Unfortunately, such a display did indeed catch yet another specter's attention.

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Devonte Jackson was the gymnast to beat in 1995. Top of his career, towering over the competition at his mind numbing 7’2”, and an attitude that would kick your ass with a single glare. He had a reputation for being a little rough, both on the rings and when shoving his massive cock into whatever hole presented itself. The man was the textbook definition of the alpha male: jacked, confident, combative, and a jackhammer in the sheets. His unaffected and apathetic demeanor for whatever reason had the bizarre effect of making everyone he met thirsty for him. Sure, he was handsome. Sure, he was huge. Sure, his cock felt like a flagpole ramming inside your guts. But it was that completely dominant persona that made the drool flow freely.

Leaving a trail of broken hearts, bruised egos, and gold medals in his wake, Devonte was the king of the kings with a domination kink to match. Whether it was having his locker room boys lick the sweat from his feet, his sauna boys cleaning his cock, or tying his various girls to the bedframe as he went in... If Devonte was down, you knew that you would be submitting, and submitting it all. You might end up wearing his cheesy creamed condom on your dick for the rest of the week, purely because he thought it was hot. You might end up getting face fucked on the gym floor as he did his pushups, because it he thought it was hot. You might end up walking around on a leash with him at the helm... and yes, because he thought it was hot. He was in charge, and there was never any doubt about it.

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"So, you two jock sniffers rubbing dicks together in there?" Dacre and Justin turned to see the king himself hanging on his ring set, ectoplasmic sweat dripping from every pore. The two were intimately familiar with Devonte's personality and his... predilections. Even in spectral form, the dominating spirit had that notorious cock deep in their holes nearly every week. There weren't ever any complaints, mind you, the duo were about the only two otherworldly creatures that got along with the dominant gymnast. So, as he hung there from his ring with that characteristic flat affect on his gorgeous face, the two occupying ghosts smiled with their borrowed lips, feeling their sizeable bulge stir in their shorts.

"Devonte! What's good, man! What do ya think?" Justin flexed their body, chipper as always. The mocha ghost dropped to his feet and walked toward the two, towering a foot above their already stretched height. He circled them, taking in every aspect of their handiwork, and after a moment he nodded in approval.

"Yeah. You did good, boys. Y'all will fit perfect on me." The two shot their head toward their domineering friend.

"Whoa, Dev. It's already tight enough in here. I don't know if you're gonna fit, man!" Dacre couldn't imagine a third presence inside of this twig of a guy, let alone the biggest one at the gym. Plus, knowing Devonte, they'd be relinquishing a fair amount of their autonomy in this vessel to him. The ghost scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Oh no, man. That wasn't a request. I'm not sticking around while the only two bros I fuck with skip off into the sunset. Besides, don't you want this in there with y'all?" Devonte grabbed his gigantic bulge, slowly massaging it as it grew. This had never been attempted before. Three in one? Would it even be possible? The kid would probably burst! Though, inherently, they both knew. There wasn't a choice being offered. "Turn around, boys. Do it now."

The duo smirked, if they were gonna have a third in there with them, it was going to be Devonte anyway. The trio were known for pushing the boundaries, forging new ground, excelling: it was a no brainer. Time for one more. They did as instructed, turning around to face the mirror in front of them. Eagerly watching, the two watched as Devonte strutted toward them. Placing his thick hands on their shoulders, he raised his size 17 sneaker and gingerly placed it on their calf.

"Step aside boys, master is coming in." A searing volt of ecstasy rang out from their leg as Devonte shoved his foot into their calf. Veins bulged immediately from the invasion, muscles tore and warped while the foot stepped into theirs. The leather from the high top began to buckle, stretching wider and wider, until their now gigantic size 17s burst from the seams. "Yeah, baby... I know you like that shit, Jus." As the possessed hunk continued to moan from the dominant ghost's invasion, the various lingering spirits around the gym began to gather around. Floating above the hullabaloo below, they all watched leaking and thirsty as Devonte thrust his groin into Gordon's body, immediately eliciting a growing wet spot on the host's growing bulge. Cheers rang out in the ether as Devonte's cock slid into the already engorged member, snaking downward until his musky, hooded monster peeked its head out of the bottom of the shorts.

The spirits began looking at the patrons with hungrier eyes. Watching the sexy corruption taking place below had done more than get them hot and bothered- it had inspired them. Within seconds, a star sprinter had begun to slither into the cock of a twink on the elliptical, across the gym a bodybuilder was squeezing down the throat of a skinny wannabe model, a leather daddy was chest deep in a college student's quickly bubbling ass, a gold metal hockey player was trying his luck at cramming into the college dropout stoner who cleaned the locker rooms... Moans and sounds of squelching and elastic stretching rang out in the cavernous gym, just as Devonte licked the neck of his soon to be vessel before slipping his head into the crowded skull.

For the poor attendant behind the counter, he watched with horror and lust as his patrons were inflated, invaded, and possessed by his spectral tenants, slowly becoming musky star athletes that would take over their respective sports. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for him, his under the desk jerking at the sights, sounds, and smells before him had distracted even him- allowing him to be completely unaware of the 6'3 ripe basketball player that had crept up behind him, quickly diving head first into his open slit.

"Oh, fuck... Diego... yeah babe, get in here!" The basketball ghost made quick work of slipping into the attendant's member; eager to claim a home for himself, his big sneakers slipped into the kid's cock just as the chair gave out. The bubbling, squirming, warping body collapsed onto the floor as the player stretched his limbs out within him, all the while the host crying out in euphoria as his skin began to tan and a foreign, tangy sweat began to seep from his pores.

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'Gordon' had opened his eyes for the first time as the man he would remain for the rest of his life: 7'2, size 17 feet, forever wafting his irresistible sweaty musk for anyone that strode too close to the hulking giant. His thick beard, hairy muscles, tanned complexion and various tattoos exuded the strong image of an alpha, more than prepared to stick his uncut eleven incher into whatever hole you provided. Though, as there were three in one, each inhabiting spirit bestowed a different facet to their beloved host: Dacre's carefree and fun attitude, Justin's immense kinkiness and delicious musk, and Devonte's dominant personality and sheer size all mixed together to form the epitome of the master. He stretched upward, grinning from ear to ear watching his friends squirm around as they made the mortals their personal rides back to the land of the living, recreating them in their own image to boot. Soon, he'd have no shortage of ass to pound into oblivion, nor a shortage of bro's to kick it with. He picked up his water bottle, striding toward the counter, tossing his key on the desk as the former attendant slowly stood up from behind the desk- now shirtless, ripe, gorgeous, and piloted by a good friend. He stretched upward, throwing his arms behind his head as he cracked his neck and back, smirking at 'Gordon.'

"Good to see you, boys! Hitting the court in a minute if you wanna join? Or... if you wanna come get a taste of this dick, it's nice and seasoned for ya!" 'Gordon' laughed, Diego always knew how to please the boys, and he was always so damn good looking.

"Throwin' my bag in the car, then I'm gonna be balls deep in your throat. Better get that tongue ready, my bad boy needs a cleaning." Diego smirked, flexing his new body's gorgeous muscles as Gordon turned and headed toward the lot. He strolled up to the tiny car that the former tenant of their body had owned, scoffing in disgust. "Welp, boys, we're buying a new car tomorrow." Gordon comically squeezed into the tiny little hybrid, slamming the door before tossing his bag into the back. He leaned back, watching in unfettered glee as the parade of jacked, studly bros made their way out of their prison and into the world once more. All because three dipshit musclesluts decided to squeeze themselves into one tiny body. Once the new class of spirits made their way back to the gym, he'd be the first one to show them the ropes- as long as they were on all fours for him by the end.

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Echoes

The phone screeched like metal on glass, the voice on the other end nothing but a broken whisper. My hand dropped, letting the device clatter against my thigh. Mother's words came through in staccato bursts: "Grandfather...passed..." At the same flicker, the air before me thickened into the silhouette of a glowing white figure. A ghost in my apartment wouldn't been unnerving enough - my grandfather's ghost shattered my mind.

"Hey, sport." His voice was warm, impossibly real.

I stared. "I never liked it when you called me that." I heard my mother's callback buzzing in my pocket, but I couldn't move. I had been adopted - Mom and Dad had told me after my high-school graduation. Discovering I wasn't his blood had been like a stone sinking in my chest. And now here he was. A best friend and grandfather in life and now the only difference was his translucency.

"Answer it," he said with that crooked grin. "Tell her I'm fine. No pain now." He spun in midair like a cartoon, his legs melting to a point and re-forming as he landed on two feet.

I fumbled for my phone. "Mom - yes, I'm sure. I'll call back." I ended the call and shoved the phone away. The buzzing stopped.

Grandpa patted the sofa. "So, where do we start?"

I sank onto the cushions, numb. "Is this real?"

"As real as anything," he said, settling beside me. "Not an accident, though. I dabbled in magic. Old friend taught me. I cast a spell for eternal life - didn't read the fine print. Oops. Eternal life...on another plane." He chuckled, the sound rolling through me like a warm wave.

I tried a quip. "So...you're going to haunt me?"

He shook his head, matter-of-fact. "Only you can see me. You've got the sight. Ghosts pick up on it - a kind of echo. Being around me at least keeps less friendly spirits at bay."

He stood just as the front door clicked open. Austin walked in, shoulder slumped under his work shirt, face creased with fatigue.

"He can't see me, don't worry." Grandpa drifted behind Austin. My roommate dropped his bag on the counter, glanced around - past Grandpa's shimmering form.

"Everything okay?" Austin's eyes flickered over where Grandpa hovered. He stepped forward through what he thought was empty air, and for a heartbeat he froze, knees bending. Grandpa's eyes widened. Then Austin jolted forward on the other side of my grandfather's spirit.

My heart lurched. I'd been crushing on him since day one. Living with him was torture - so close, yet oblivious.

"Long day," Austin sighed, unbuttoning his shirt and shaking off the sudden chill. The fabric fell away and my breath caught. I glanced at Grandpa, who winked. "You look like you've seen a ghost," he teased.

"I - bed," I managed, bolting for my room. Grandpa's silhouette lingered in the doorway, almost comforting in its unreality.

Sleep took forever. I lay rigid, the specter's silent vigil pressing on me. Finally, exhaustion opened a door to dreams.

I saw Austin in my bed, half-naked, mouth slack. Then white flickered, his face contorted, chest heaving as invisible claws raked at his throat. His eyes rolled, he choked, and I woke with a scream lodged in my throat.

"Grandpa?" Silence. No reassuring chuckle. Just my pulse pounding in the dark. Phone notifications glared: texts from family, buzz about funeral arrangements, the lawyer's reminder about the will reading.

A dull thud at my door made me bolt upright. Outside, Austin's door was ajar. My pulse slammed in panic, like stepping into a nightmare. I pushed it - cringing at the creak - and nearly leaped back when he stumbled through, shirtless and limping, eyes unfocused.

My stomach twisted. Something was off.

"What is going on?" Austin asked.

"Are you alright?" I shot back, my eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"I'm better than ever, sport." The moment the words left his lips, he knew he was caught.

"Grandpa? What the hell?" The realization crashed over me like a tidal wave - what I thought was a nightmare was actually a vision. Clue after clue assembled into a shocking truth that my grandfather's words were no lie.

"You caught me. Your roommate was hard to resist, I must admit," he confessed, a twisted smirk on his face.

"Did you possess him? Why? I can't believe this!" I exclaimed, my voice shaking with a mix of anger and disbelief. He glanced down at himself, a shadow of guilt flickering across his expression. His hands fell to his sides, and he stared at me with eyes that weren't his but had borrowed their beauty.

"It was an accident, okay? I was just pushing the boundaries of what it means to be a ghost, and this body was just sitting there, wide open."

"An accident?" I glared, my eyes narrowing slits.

"Listen, it's not every day a crusty old man gets a taste of youthful adrenaline. This body is electrifying. Your roommate here is quite the catch, I must admit." His hands roamed over himself, caressing his form with a newfound appreciation. Truth be told, my roommate was indeed easy to look at, a fact I couldn't deny.

"You need to get out," I demanded, stepping forward with a surge of courage. Knowing it was my grandpa inside gave me some confidence, but I was clueless about how to evict him. Was it even possible? My hands gripped his biceps, trying to force his spirit out, but nothing budged. I withdrew, cheeks aflame with embarrassment, still fixated on him.

"Come on, kiddo. You think I can't spot the way you look at him? I've only been here a short while, but it's clear he's your crush. And hey, I', in control now, and I've got some tricks up my sleeve." He tapped his temple, grinning mischievously. "He's straight as an arrow, sure, but with me behind the wheel, I can bend him your way." He flexed an arm, flashing a charismatic smile. "Besides, I know you appreciate how I'm handling things." His arm dropped, and his entire body seemed to hum with energy.

I stood there, frozen, as a battle raged within me. "Fine," I growled, "You can stay in him, but don't think there'll be anything more."

A wicked grin spread across his face. "Why not? I'm not your real grandfather." With a swift movement, he tore down his pants, revealing the thick, throbbing flesh that had been concealed beneath. I tried to turn away, but my eyes were drawn to it, locked in a primal stare. A war between desire and morality exploded inside me.

"Cover that up," I snarled, even as my mouth went dry with want. I forced my gaze away, but my body betrayed me, trembling with need.

"You know you want it," he rasped, his voice thick with lust. He kicked his pants to the floor, one arm flexing overhead, the other gripping his shaft. He stroked himself, eyes fluttering with intense pleasure. Every muscle in his body tensed, alive with hunger he hadn't fed in far too long.

Every fiber of my being screamed to attack him, to ravage his incredible body with my lips, but I tore myself away, stomping off before I lost control. Suddenly, his fingers were like a vise around my wrist, yanking me back into his solid form. I was pressed against him, his body radiating heat and power, and without a thought, I was devouring his mouth. I could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, leaking with just the slightest contact with my shorts. We crashed back against the wall, his taut muscles pinning me, embodying every desire I'd ever had. His smile, dangerous and hungry, melted me. His lips crushed against ym neck, sending electric shocks down my spine. He tore at my clothes, his touch rough and demanding.

"Not bad," he growled, eyeing my cock, clearly ready for him. "You'll enjoy fucking me. I'm sure." He winked, a dark promise in his eyes. I'd never imagined him like this, so raw and needy.

"Oh, yeah?" I challenged, my voice a low rumble.

"Never got to do this in life. Always wanted to." His smirk was wicked, and I was gone, my body betraying my eagerness. He shoved me down onto the sofa, my cock standing at attention, begging for him He grinned, a feral look, as he climbed onto me. His cock, hard and insistent, slid against my stomach. He positioned himself, finding my cock with his hand as my hands roamed his muscled body, feeling every hard-earned ripple. When he slip my cock against his hole, the pressure made his abs tighten under my fingertips, and my cock throbbed wildly as it pushed inside him.

"So fucking tight," we both groaned in unison. His mouth opened in a silent scream as he slid down my length. I gripped his waist, his body arching over me as he began to ride me with desperate, brutal force. Pleasure contorted his face, raw grunts and groans escaping his lips. He used my roommate's body in ways I'd only ever dreamed, turning my fantasies into a harsh and intense reality.

He viciously clenches his hole, then seized my hands, forcing them to grip his pecs as he brutally bounced on top of me. He could sense my cock throbbing towards release and abruptly pulled himself off, leaving me pulsating with need. He crawled beside me, jutting his ass into the air, a slient desperate command to plunge back into him. I stood, savagely grabbing his waist, yanking him onto my thrust as I rammed my cock into his hole with a primal roar. He was grinning - a wild, feral smile as I ravaged his hole.

"Fucking destroy me," he growled, looking back at me, his back muscles rippling and flexing as I teetered on the edge of explosion. I fought to resist the inevitable, a volcanic eruption of pleasure as my load shot into him with a force that threatened to tear us apart. He clamped around my pulsing cock, each contraction sending jolts of ecstasy crashing through me.

"It's even better than I imagined," he gasped, collapsing onto the sofa, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. His arm draped dramatically above his head, and I nestled against him as he toyed with his cock, his release having erupted long before I had finished magnified within a body he had never inhabited, a bliss he hadn't tasted since long before his death.

I traced circles around his nipple with my finger when he convulsed suddenly, a violent shiver wracking his body. His chest heaved, and he tumbled off the sofa, landing on all fours, hacking and retching like a cat expelling a hairball. His mouth gaped wide, drool cascading onto the floor, when an opaque hand violently erupted from his throat. It slurped back inside with a rubbery wet sound, causing him to convulse, his back arching unnaturally. He writhed on the floor, trembling as features of my grandfather's visage bulged from beneath his skin, ad if it could no longer contain him. He thrust his hips upward, a leg forcing his way out form between his ass cheeks only to be sucked back in as the specter desperately clung to the vitality, lusting for the body. Yet the ghost was expelled, the spectral form of the old man emerging from his mouth while the veins on my roommate's forehead throbbed with strain. His eyes widened in terror as the sickening slurping filled the room, and then my grandfather stood, wavering but solid on ghostly feet while Austin lay splayed unconsciously on the floor.

"Well, I didn't see that coming," my grandpa muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief as Austin snored like he was having the sleep of a lifetime. My heart pounded as I checked him over, lifting his limp arm, feeling for a pulse, running through the checklist of panic-stricken procedures.

"Guess you can't stay inside for long," I shrugged, trying to mask the tumult inside me.

"Maybe it was just him," Grandpa mused, his gaze lingering on Austin's intent form. "Damn. I really like how he felt," he admitted, a note of wistful regret in his voice as he turned away, stretching as though he needed to release the tension.

"What if - " I hesitated. The words I was about to utter would be irreversible, plunging me into the dangerous thrill of communing with a ghost capable of taking over human bodies. Did I care? A cautious part of me screamed to stop, but a more reckless part urged me on. "What if we try again? On someone else? I don't know what I'm saying." The words spilled out in a rush, my inner thoughts laid bare like a confession. I watched as my grandpa's eyes ignited with a fiery excitement.

"You know, sport, I think I like that idea," he replied, his voice charged with a daring edge.

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I could use a hunk rn to put the mask on 🥴🥴

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Jason had been getting ready for a run, having just gotten his compression shorts on when the gay, flamboyant ghost living in his house had finally had enough.  

“Here I fucking come!” Leonard shouted at the oblivious fit boy.  

“Ugh!!!  WHat the?!!!  AHHHhhhH!” Jason shouted as he grabbed the bathroom counter tightly with both clenched hands, trembling and tensing every muscle as he felt himself get filled by a powerful energy.  

Jason stood up on his tippy toes, toned calves clenching as he continued to shout out in confusion.  

“No Stop!!  Fucking STOP NO!” Jason begged as he watched his agonized face in the mirror and saw his eye color change from hazel to a light blue.  

Then Jason gasped, clenching every muscle in his body at once before relaxing, still standing up but now looking down into the sink.  

With one more deep breath Jason looked up, smirking eagerly before his body language instantly shifted, butt sticking out now and leaning on one hip, looking like a hungry bottom who just wanted to get a cock pounded up his tight virgin ass.  

“Jason” got out his phone, quickly taking pics of his hot body for grindr.  Jason’s hole wouldn’t stay virgin for much longer if the ghost of Leonard had anything to do with it.  

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Just a quick possession soundtrack I created for y’all. Playing this while reading is so insane.

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

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The Only Guy on Train

Thanks to @greenface94 for the masked pic.

His footsteps were the only sound he could hear, yet he couldn't listen to it because his mind was only thinking about taking the train. He was breathing heavily, sweat staining his shirt, and his heart beat furiously as he approached the metro station.

A high-pitched voice announced over the loudspeaker: Last call for Legendre station.

“Shit!” George muttered.

He walked down the hall and down the stairs to the station. He felt a surge of energy because the subway was there. However, he kept running because the cars were full, and he had no choice but to head to the last of the cars.

It was empty, and about half of the lights were not working, which gave it a sinister air. Despite everything, George entered, because his desire to get home was greater than any creepy feeling the wagon could generate, and he couldn't help but sigh in relief once he sat down.

George wasn't entirely sure why he was in such a hurry to get home. Maybe it was because of the long work day, perhaps it was because he had the usual urge to jack off. Whatever the reason, George wanted to enjoy the warmth of his home. Luckily, the subway would take about five or ten minutes to get to the station where he was supposed to get off.

However, fate had other plans for him.

Over the speakers, a voice announced: Dear users, due to certain mishaps on the subway tracks, we will be taking a detour, which will entail a delay since the journey is longer. We are very sorry for the inconvenience and appreciate your understanding.

“Really?! Today is not my day…” said George, somewhat sadly, and settled down to look out the window.

Although his gaze was focused on the outside, where many houses in the distance passed by at high speed, his mind was blank, dull. The subway entered a tunnel and everything went dark, though George didn't notice until the light came back into the car.

“Wow, I thought I blinked longer,” he thought out loud and looked to his side, but saw no one else. “Right, I'm on my own here,” he added with a slight blush on his cheeks and looked around. All the seats near him were empty, though when he looked across, he gave a little start when he realized what was on the seat.

It was a mask.

With that simple yet old design, with those three holes that formed an expressionless face, and that green color worn by time, it was inevitable that it would catch George's attention, who immediately took it.

“How did I not see you before?” he asked, looking at the mask more closely, and for a moment he hesitated whether to keep it or not, but after another look, he decided to do so. “Finders keepers,” he said and turned it over.

George turned a little on his seat to face the armored window of the subway train, which luckily reflected enough to act as a mirror. George lifted the mask and, looking at the window, put it on.

“What the…ll?!” He couldn’t help but scream, pushing the mask away, because as soon as it made contact with his skin, he felt a suction that caught him off guard. “Wow…” he said, and his gaze remained fixed on the mask.

Then, he noticed how a glow fleetingly crossed the surface of the mask.

That glow seemed like an invitation from the mask. George felt a few drops of sweat run down his face, his pupils contracting as he looked at the mask; his chest rose and fell slowly as if he needed to remember how to breathe; his legs felt tight against his pants, and his crotch struggled to break through his underwear because of how hard he was. With one of his hands, he unconsciously unbuttoned his pants, so that his penis could get air, while he stood up.

George didn't realize it, but when his free hand returned to the mask, he slowly raised both hands and only came back to reality when he felt the cold wood against his warm skin.

“What the…?” George barely managed to scream. The mask immediately clung to his face and began to spread across his skin via thick tentacles.

George immediately reached out with his hands to try to pull it off, but the mask had taken on a rubbery, more malleable consistency, and slipped easily through the man’s fingers. George thrashed and shook his body, but the mask only held on tighter. The mask’s eye sockets shrank to fit the shape of George’s, while the mouth hole fused with his lips and mimicked his moans and grunts. George knew there was nothing else to do when he felt the mask snap together at the back of his head like someone buckling a belt.

Then, an unusual feeling welled up from within him, and it became more and more noticeable within himself. It was an addictive sensation. No, it was more like a flame, a flame of pleasure that starts from his heart and sends its heat to every inch of his body. George feels hot, too hot.

“Control yourself,” he told himself, because he was aware that he was in a public establishment, and even if he was alone, there was a chance that someone would see him.

However, it was difficult to follow that instruction when his body was screaming for attention and affection, when it was his nipples that were rubbing themselves against the fabric of his shirt demanding to be touched, when it was his penis that was rubbing itself against his pants, demanding the company of his hand.

“No…,” George said, as he felt the rubbery layer of the mask melt even more into his skin.

Then, he couldn't stand it anymore.

George took off his shirt and threw it who knows where. He immediately began to pinch his nipples. Each tickle felt like an electric prick of pleasure, and George moaned indecorously. What did it matter if anyone saw him anymore? The more the better, right?

He was too focused on satisfying the needs of his nipples to notice that his own pants had made a hole for his penis, large and hard from erection, to emerge and claim attention. As soon as George was satisfied with his nipples, he went for his penis, but not by the usual route.

George shifted in the seat, with his legs over the back, hooked his legs to the bar above, and, with a push, performed self-fellatio.

“Hmm…” George moaned as he tasted his own penis.

The mask melted more and more and its color became more garish until it completely became a second skin. At that very moment, George came and did nothing but taste and swallow his own semen.

Then a voice announced: Stop at Adventure Station.

The train stopped after a few seconds and the doors opened. A bunch of uniformed men with suitcases were there, and they gaped at the sight of Masked George and the way he was.

“What are you doing standing there?” said George, who suddenly found himself on the ground, part of his face still covered in his semen. “Come on, men, it’s time to have some fun!!”

And with a click, all the men entered the car, the doors closed and the train resumed its journey.

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His voice and his burps 😳

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            Hugh and Jake couldn’t have dressed more alike if they were twins. Both were fit and toned, wearing budgie smugglers, aussiebum tank tops and had gelled up hair. Really the only difference between them was Jake had black hair, and was wearing a blue-ish Speedo, whereas Hugh was wearing a purple one. Today they were at a beachfront fair, hoping to pick up some chicks while they partied. “Damn mate, these budgie smugglers sure were a good idea” Hugh said, patting his bum as he admired himself in the small bathing suit. “Yeah, my good idea” Jake said laughing, and smacking Hugh playfully on the ass. “Hey! Cut that out” Hugh said, but he was grinning.

            The pair checked out a couple of girls walking past, Jake shifting his drink slightly to cover a boner that was starting to grow. Hugh felt another smack on his ass. “Hey bro I said stop that” Hugh said, turning to Jake. “I didn’t do anything” Jake said, confused. Hugh, also confused, turned around to see who where the smack had come from. Floating behind him was a magenta ghost.

            The ghost winked at Hugh, who opened his mouth to scream, but the ghost was too fast. It dove into Hugh’s open mouth, sliding quickly down his throat. Hugh moaned, feeling the long ectoplasmic being slide down his throat into his muscular stomach.

            At hearing Hugh groan and the sound of a deflating balloon, Jake turned around too. Seeing the ghostly tail disappearing quickly into his buddy’s mouth and down his throat, Jake yelled and stumbled back. Not seeing it behind him, Jake backed up into a pale purple ghost that was floating behind him. It grinned, sticking out its massive tongue and giving Jake a huge lick from his tight butt all the way up his back to his neck. Jake shuddered, all his hairs standing on end as he felt something cool and rubbery slide up his back, giving his bum a wedgie in the Speedo. Jake spun around to see another ghost that stuck its large tongue out at him and yelled “BOOOGA”. Jake opened his mouth, screaming, but the ghost had some spooky tricks up his sleeve.

            The ghost shot its elastic tongue into Jake’s mouth, down his throat into his tummy. Jake gagged, his mouth and throat full as he felt the tongue slide down his own pipe. The ghost pulled back, tongue stretching while still lodged inside Jake, who was groaning, terrified eyes focused on the ghostly tongue sticking into his mouth. At the peak of its stretch, the ghost suddenly snapped back on its tongue like a rubber band. In less than a second, the ghost hit Jake’s face, squeezed down his throat into his body. “AAAUGHFFFMPOP” was what it sounded like as Jake had his body invaded in less than a second as he grabbed his now inflated stomach.

            Almost at the same moment, the ghostly tail that had been steadily sliding into Hugh fit entirely down his throat. There was a gurgling sound as Hugh swallowed the ghost into his tight belly, and his cheeks filled as his eyes bulge. He began to stumble, grunting as the ghost inside him cackled in pleasure as it filled out his muscled body. Jake, holding his belly and groaning stumbled back with the force of the ghost snapping into his body. Hugh stumbled over to a palm tree nearby, desperate to get something to hold onto as he lost control of his body to the inflating ghost inside him. Instead, his momentum carried him too fast, and crashed face-first into the tree. Dazed, he stumbled back, his eyes rolling and both him and the ghost inside him groaning in discomfort. Jake was hopping around, grunting and frantically clawing at his stomach as he too felt the ghost inside him fill out into every part of his toned body.

            Hugh staggered, arms waving and eyes rolling, groaning in a voice that didn’t sound like his. Jake fell back against the palm tree, shaking and groaning. While waving his arms in wide circles, Hugh suddenly jerked his tight bum out, eyes bulging, while his arms swung in and grabbed his stomach. Hugh swallowed the stuff filling his cheeks with a grunt and suddenly was laughing, but it wasn’t in his voice. Jake was shaking his hips in circles, hands still on his now flat and toned stomach when he suddenly lurched forward, throwing his arms out, swallowing the ectoplasm in his mouth, and sticking his tongue out. Suddenly, he too was grinning and sucked his tongue back in his mouth.

            Hugh straightened up, rubbing his chest, still laughing in that unnatural voice. “Maaaan” he groaned to Jake, “You really stuck it to em this time didn’t ya?”. It wasn’t Hugh anymore, because Hugh was Australian. Hugh had been possessed by a ghost from America. “Ooooh boy did I ever!” said Jake excitedly, jumping up and down, sticking his tongue out like a puppy dog. His voice was too high, and also not his own. He too, was now completely possessed by the ghost inside him.

            “Well” said the ghost possessing Hugh, grinning, “let’s not waste any more time on our little vacation now shall we?”. “Jake” nodded happily in agreement. The two vacationing ghosts, now in the bodies of some hunky young Aussies, headed off into the beach fair in the direction the girls went, ready to enjoy the physical pleasures of their vacation.

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My mum has got this new boyfriend, and has invited me to spend the weekend with him and his son to get to know them but his son Ryan is kind of a dumb smelly jock and i am the complete opposite. Is there some way where we can get along?

Hypnotized by the Musk

I never wanted to be here. Spending the weekend at my mum’s new boyfriend's place was bad enough, but now I was stuck “bonding” with his son, Ryan. From the moment I stepped inside their house, I knew I wasn’t going to fit in. The air was heavy, almost suffocating, clinging with the thick, pungent stench of sweat and body odor.

Ryan was sprawled out on the couch when we arrived, wearing a damp, faded black tracksuit with the zipper pulled halfway down his chest. His body was built—broad shoulders, chiseled muscles bulging under his shirt, veins visible along his thick forearms. His dark hair was buzzed short, and a shadow of stubble clung to his strong jawline. Even from across the room, I could see the sheen of sweat glistening on his tanned skin, and I could smell him—musk, heat, something primal. It clung to the room like a living thing, and I instantly felt the urge to gag. The cocky smirk that spread across his lips as I approached told me he knew exactly what kind of effect he was having.

“Sup, Josh,” Ryan drawled, his eyes sliding lazily over me, sizing me up like I was some weak little creature in his territory. “You ever hit the gym, or you too busy with those books?”

I glared at him, already feeling defensive. “No.”

He chuckled, his broad chest rising and falling as he leaned back into the couch, arms draped casually along the backrest, his body exuding this casual dominance. His smell got stronger the closer I got. Sweat had darkened the armpits of his shirt, and I could see the dampness along the collar, sticking to his thick neck. The smell was choking, but worse than the smell was how confident he was in it, as if his sweat was some kind of weapon he knew I couldn’t fight.

"Figures,” Ryan muttered under his breath. “We’ll see if we can toughen you up this weekend."

Later that night, after dinner, Ryan suggested we hang out in his room. I didn’t want to, but what choice did I have? Mum was trying to get us to bond, and avoiding him wasn’t going to help. So I followed him up the stairs, already regretting it. His room was worse. It was small, cramped, and filthy. The air was even thicker here, saturated with sweat, old gym socks, and something sour that I couldn’t place. It made my head spin.

Clothes were everywhere—sweaty, crumpled gym shirts and track pants tossed haphazardly across the floor. His dirty trainers were kicked under the bed, and the heat in the room only amplified the stench. Ryan didn’t seem to notice; this was his space, and he was comfortable in it.

As soon as I stepped inside, I felt like I was trapped. The musk hit me again, stronger than before, wrapping itself around me like a fog, so thick I could almost taste the salt on the air.

Ryan flopped down on his bed, legs spread wide, his gaze fixed on me. His eyes gleamed with something I didn’t like. Then, without warning, he tossed a balled-up shirt at me. “Here,” he said casually. “Put that on. Might help you relax.”

I caught the shirt reflexively, feeling its dampness immediately. It was old, stained with dried sweat under the arms, and still warm. The smell hit me like a punch to the gut—stronger than anything I’d ever smelled before. It was soaked in him, like it had absorbed every drop of his sweat over countless gym sessions. My first instinct was to throw it back at him, but Ryan leaned forward, his voice softer, more coaxing.

“Go on. Smell it.”

I hesitated, feeling my heart thud harder in my chest. I shouldn’t have even considered it. The thought of pressing this filthy, sweat-soaked shirt to my nose made my stomach churn—but something in the way Ryan spoke made my muscles freeze. His voice was low, commanding, and without thinking, I brought the shirt up to my face.

The moment the scent hit me, my body jerked. The smell was overwhelming—thick, musky, the raw scent of a man who had spent hours working out, soaking his clothes in his own stink. It should have been disgusting, but instead, something stirred deep inside me.

I inhaled again, slower this time. The air burned my nostrils, thick and hot, but with it came a strange warmth that started low in my belly. The smell invaded my senses, creeping into my mind like a fog. I felt lightheaded, almost dizzy, but I couldn’t pull the shirt away. I needed more.

"That’s it," Ryan murmured, his voice sounding like it was coming from somewhere far away. “You feel that, don’t you? Feels good, doesn’t it?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My whole body felt sluggish, heavy, like my muscles were melting under the heat of his musk. But there was something else, too. My skin tingled, and I felt a strange tightness in my chest—something spreading through my veins, buzzing with every breath I took. My dick twitched in my pants, a sudden jolt of heat shooting down to my groin. I gasped softly, horrified by my body’s reaction.

But Ryan noticed. “Oh yeah,” he said, standing up now, moving toward me. His hand gripped my shoulder, firm and steady, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. “You’re getting into it now, aren’t you?”

I tried to shake my head, tried to deny it, but another deep breath of his musk filled my lungs and my knees almost buckled. My thoughts were slipping away, dissolving into the heat, into the need. My cock throbbed painfully in my jeans, and I could feel wetness gathering at the tip, leaking into my boxers.

"You're leaking," Ryan whispered, his mouth close to my ear. "You like this more than you thought."

My heart pounded. Shame burned in my cheeks, but at the same time, a sick thrill pulsed through me. I wanted to stop, to run, but I couldn’t move. I was trapped in the heat of his body, in the overwhelming musk that was making my cock harder with every breath. The smell of him—it wasn’t just disgusting anymore—it was intoxicating. I needed it. My brain felt foggy, like the scent had wormed its way inside, making it harder to think, harder to fight.

I shifted, trying to relieve some of the pressure between my legs, but Ryan’s hand slid down to my chest, pressing me back against the wall. “Uh-uh,” he murmured, his grip firm. “No touching yourself. You don’t get to cum. Not yet.”

I whimpered, hating how much I needed relief. My body was burning with it. My dick was pulsing, so sensitive it hurt, but I couldn’t stop myself from breathing in more of his musk. Every inhale sent another shockwave of pleasure through me, making my head spin.

Ryan stepped even closer, his chest almost touching mine now. The heat of his body radiated off him like a furnace, his scent so thick I could barely stand it. But instead of pushing him away, my hand gripped the sweat-soaked shirt tighter, pulling it closer to my face.

“You like that smell now, don’t you?” Ryan’s voice was thick with satisfaction. “You want to be like me. A dumb, sweaty jock.”

I groaned, my body trembling under the weight of his words. I did want it. I wanted to stop thinking. Stop worrying. I wanted to be like him—big, dumb, and soaked in sweat. The more I thought about it, the more my cock leaked, the wet spot growing larger as pre dripped down my leg.

Ryan grabbed the shirt from my hands and held it up, pushing it toward me. “Put it on,” he commanded, his voice a low growl.

Without thinking, I obeyed. I pulled the shirt over my head, the damp fabric clinging to my skin. The second it touched me, I felt a surge of heat—pleasure coursing through my body. The musk was all around me now, seeping into my skin, filling my lungs. It felt like the shirt was becoming me, fusing with my body.

“Look at you,” Ryan muttered, stepping back to admire me. “You smell like me now. You’re becoming me.”

I stood there, my mind blank, my body thrumming with heat and need. Every inch of me tingled with pleasure, my dick rock-hard and leaking, but I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t need to think. I didn’t need to fight. All I needed was to breathe.

And as I stood there in Ryan’s room, drenched in his sweat and musk, I realized that I didn’t just want to smell like him.

I want to be him.

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The Resort: The Remote

I had to find a way to get rid of Dario, or at least make him stop. We had known each other for years and I had always considered him a very good friend, but since we decided to become roommates, I was starting to find him really unbearable. His arrogant and disrespectful ways were the order of the day, and he ignored all my protests and was completely uncaring.

He frequently worked from home and spent the day with his bare feet on the coffee table in the living room, often dressed in only a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt or t-shirt depending on the season. The stench from the soles of his feet permeated the living room, but never as much as that from his room. If he was not working, he spent his time working out, either at home or at the gym. Stinky shoes scattered around, dirty towels, sweat-soaked T-shirts were piled in messy piles, making his room a repository of disgusting smells. To make matters worse, he was almost smug about spending hours in the house wearing the tank top he used to work out in, his exposed armpits giving off a deadly stench.

He only made himself look good when he had to go out with a girl, and he only tidied up when he brought one home, which in any case was not very often. It took me a few months of living with him to stop bearing his presence. If I thought back to our relationship before we became roommates, I was very upset to feel all this resentment toward him. Unfortunately, talking to him about it was useless; in addition to being rude, he was also very shrewd and intelligent, with an excellent dialectic and a great desire to always be right in a conversation.

I really didn't know what to do until a colleague of mine let me know about the resort. When she told me about it, I couldn't believe it: she had gotten rid of her narcissistic, misogynistic boyfriend by relying on the resort staff, who had manipulated and turned him into a fem-boy at the mercy of another guy, at least as virile and domineering as her boyfriend was previously. I had to admit to myself, as a homosexual, that such a hotel had enormous potential: how many times had I dreamed of being able to attract the affection of a straight guy who would instead never want me? How many times had I wanted revenge on the bullies who taunted me in high school? I immediately got the facility's contact information, eager to learn more. Over the next few weeks I exchanged several e-mails with what I discovered was the director of the resort itself; he was a genuinely helpful and kind guy, you could sense that his was not just a job, but rather a mission. Of course, the prices were quite high, but he promised me that they would certainly solve Dario's issue, not before asking me for a detailed profile of his behaviors and what I thought of them. In light of this, he said it would be best if we both came, so that I could have full power over Dario's transformation. I didn't know how to thank him: I saved as much as I could for the cheapest room and after a couple of months we were there.

It had not been difficult to convince Dario: the promise of a week in a Caribbean resort, offered by me to boot, must have seemed like a dream to him. When we showed up at the front desk, the manager came personally to greet us, having been tipped off by a beautiful, super-hot concierge. We pretended we had never spoken and he handed us, in addition to our room key, two hats. For Dario it was nothing extraordinary, he used them often, but he said he found it quite comfortable. He did not have time to finish his sentence that his eyes dropped and he went to sleep, standing up, his head lowered and his arms dangling. I realized at that moment that the manager had just used a remote control; he had pointed it at Dario and pressed the OFF button, exactly as one would do to turn off a television set. He handed it to me.

- “Here it is, the tool with which you can amuse yourself during your stay. Yours is a simple hat, while the one we gave Dario is special, it will allow you to mold his personality to your liking. From the way you described him and your relationship, I thought there might be three parameters you wanted to change.”

He pointed me to the three different controls on the controller. - “The first one you see here is respect, kindness; for now it's set to the minimum, you'll only be able to increase it. Let's say it's the basic one, given your request. But to keep you entertained, I also put these in. These are a command for intelligence, which you can only decrease, and one concerning his sexual preferences, now set to women. How about that, do you like it?”

I told him it was phenomenal and that I couldn't wait to try it. I made to press the button and turn Dario on again, but he stopped me. - “One last thing: the changes will be permanent and irreversible once you take the hat off his head, so be careful what you do.”

I looked at Dario, before turning him on. He would have been a nice guy, too, if not for his personality, so no, there was nothing to lose. I pressed the button, and he woke up as if nothing had happened. We finished signing the check-in papers and headed to the beach.

We were close together, one beach chair next to the other. I was sipping a margarita while waiting to decide what to do as I watched Dario, behind his sunglasses, admiring the few girls at the resort with a creepy, predatory gaze.

He asked me why there were so few women, then said it was clear it was a resort for fags, I had chosen it. As he laughed it off, I instantly knew what to do. Without being seen I used the remote control to raise his politeness value just a little. I seemed to see his hat light up dimly. It was a matter of seconds: he touched my shoulder and removed his sunglasses to look me in the eyes. - “Sorry bro, I really don't know what came over me. I don't mean to offend you.”

I was shocked; I couldn't believe it actually worked. I told him not to worry. We spent the afternoon talking about this and that, walking on the beach. He still looked at the beautiful girls on the bathing shore, but he didn't seem creepy doing it anymore, just genuinely attracted to their beauty. I was already satisfied; he was back in no time a valued friend. I was much more worried about me; I felt the urge to continue playing with the remote control while I still had it. With all I had paid for it, it was only right to make the most of it, right?

When we returned to the room, I let only the lamp in the hallway go on, then immediately used the remote control to turn Dario off. He remained motionless, his face with closed eyes pointed at the floor. I sat on the bed and thought about where to start. I decided after a few minutes that there was no point in playing with his sexuality, it would be too weird. I had always been irritated by that know-it-all way of his…so come on, I could see what it would be like to make a real fool of him. I turned Dario back on.

He barely had time to look me in the eye that I brought his intelligence down to a minimum, with a single gesture of my fingers. The hat on his head began to vibrate as Dario's gaze grew more confused, his eyes crossed. - “What's going on…I…”

He could not finish the sentence. His eyes became even more vacant, he seemed to lose touch with reality more and more. His tongue slowly came out of his mouth, dripping saliva on the floor. The strangest thing was that he seemed to enjoy it, as if the decrease in his IQ led to an increase in serenity. A sly smile grew plastered on his lips.

He stood like that, for a few moments that seemed endless. Finally I decided to talk to him. - “H-how do you feel, Dario?”

He moved closer to my face, his tongue always drooling, his gaze always crossed and lost in the void. - “I aaaam reaaally fiiiiine. Sssssho good.”

I realized that he had become not much more than a primate. He could speak and express himself, but he moved about the room almost unaware of his surroundings. I know I should have been more concerned about his state, but I felt only great satisfaction; now his stinking feet and stench of sweat were justified! He was practically a monkey! I couldn't stop laughing as I watched him wander around the room confused; every now and then he laughed too, trying to imitate me without wondering why I was so happy. I ordered room service; I had no intention of bringing him back to normal yet, but I couldn't have him walking around the resort in that state. I told him to get dressed and he did as he could; it was amusing to see him struggle with his tank top and shorts for a few minutes before slipping them on, now unable to behave like a human being. I was shocked, however, when against the light I noticed that he had not put on underwear and that his cock was loose in his shorts. And folks, what a cock.

It was an instant, but it was enough for me to know that between his legs Dario had a massive thing of at least 8 inches. I tried to forget this detail and for a while I succeeded, especially when I saw him binge eating using his hands directly. I took a few pictures, to keep as a souvenir and laugh about it some future time, also because it would have been too cruel to leave him in that state forever. I decided to turn him off at some point; as soon as he fell asleep, I laid him down in his bed. I couldn't help but glance at his shorts, noticing the crease of his member standing out against the fabric. How had I failed to notice, in all these months of living together? I went to bed, as well. The night was passing peacefully, when at some point I heard noises in the room. It sounded as if someone was shaking, making throaty noises. I opened my eyes and turned on the nightstand light. I was astonished to see Dario naked, kneeling on the bed, intent on staring at me as he masturbated with a dumb look on his face.

In his hands, I saw his big cock; I could also smell its strong wild odor. I hurriedly searched for the remote control; I was dismayed when I realized that I had slept on it, completely messing up Dario's values. While intelligence had remained at a minimum, kindness had lowered and…his sexual preference had switched to men. His hat had even changed color, turning pink, lighting up at regular intervals. An LED had lit up on the remote control, signaling that it had gone off. I tried to turn it off to no avail; it did not seem to command at my command. Meanwhile, Dario was continuing to masturbate wildly, the intense smell of his pubes increasingly permeating the room. The phone rang. I hurried to answer it in a panic: it was the director's voice. - “We understand that the device has crashed. Are you all right?” - “No, not at all! I can't control it anymore, Dario is here in front of me and he's touching himself like an animal in heat, or something! I…”

I could almost hear the director smiling on the other side of the receiver. His voice remained calm. - “Unfortunately, in these cases you just have to wait for the subject to calm down. Let him vent, help him if necessary. In fact, given the subject we're talking about, I'm sure he won't mind … giving him a hand.”

He hung up. I stayed for a few seconds with the phone attached to my ear, hoping I had misunderstood. Then I decided to do something. I threw myself on Dario, trying to put his tank top back on, struggling with him as he tried to push me off and away to keep touching himself, growling like an ape. The more I was in contact with him, however, the more I felt the excitement growing in me. Within a couple of minutes I found myself lying on the floor, after he had pushed me off the bed, his body straddling me, his tank top barely tucked in and, lying on my chest, his gigantic dick. I was no longer able to restrain myself. With one hand I took his penis and began to masturbate it, gently, unhurriedly.

He smiled blissfully, still with his tongue exposed, as he ran his hands over his hairy chest, touching his nipples and emitting moans. It was very brief, clearly he was already stimulated properly. Dario's cock emitted a tremor and an abnormal amount of cum fell on my chest, splashing my face and hair, even ending up on the floor, staining the carpet. He let out one last gasp as he held onto his bed with one arm.

I saw him collapse shortly after, his hat returning to the blue color it had previously been. Shaking and panting, I freed myself from his grip and headed for the bathroom to wash up. To recap, I had just given Dario a hand job. Dario had a huge cock. Dario was attracted to men, to me. All this was making my head spin. With what little strength I had left, I went back into the room, put him back together and turned him off with the remote control, bringing his intellect value back to normal and turning up the politeness again. I heard him snoring and I shortly afterward collapsed as well, completely forgetting to switch his sexual preference. Perhaps it had been my unconscious preventing me from doing so, I will never know.

All I know is that the next day, when I woke up, Dario was no longer in his bed. At first I was frightened, but then I heard noises coming from the bathroom and I calmed down. He was taking way too long though, no matter what he was doing. After about twenty minutes I went to knock, only to be told to come in. Stunned by the request, I opened the door. Dario was in the hot tub. He was in the same position he used at home, when he worked in the living room. His feet this time protruded over the edge of the jacuzzi. His eyes looked at me sensually. - “Man, would you like to come in?”

I told him I was going to get my bathing suit, but he said there was no need. I swallowed, feeling a grip on my stomach. Timidly, I walked over to the tub, undressed, and got in as well. - “I remember very well what you did last night.” - “Dario, I…sorry I didn't mean to touch you I swear it was -”

He stopped me by placing a finger on my lips. - “It was wonderful. I intend to return the favor.”

I felt him take my cock underwater with one hand. It hardened in seconds as his lips moved closer to mine. We kissed passionately, gently entwining our tongues. I could feel the hairs of his wet beard scratching my face as I tried not to let out too many high-pitched moans. A couple of minutes and I came, without the slightest control. I saw the jets of my semen get lost in the jacuzzi water, as he satisfied stopped kissing me and suggested we take a shower together.

Under the jet of water, we continued to look into each other's eyes and kiss, while I also felt the pungent smell of his armpits, which I once found disgusting and instead now attracted me like a magnet. We dried ourselves always tight and close, then went back into the room. Only then did I notice that the hat was no longer on his head. How had I not noticed it before, we had even showered…so now, was Dario going to stay like that? Kind, smart, and gay. And attracted to me, as was self-evident. I wished I had more time to think, but Dario wouldn't let me have any. He dragged me to his bed, naked, and stood with his back to the wall, legs spread and armpits in view. I could admire him in all his beauty. How had I not realized this before? I liked him, I absolutely liked him. All that resentment was only because I couldn't have him, because he behaved badly, but deep down…deep down I had a crush. He looked at me with seductive eyes. - “Do you want to go for round two?”

I pounced on his penis, first with my hands and then with my mouth. To feel his gigantic cock between my lips, the salty taste of it, the wild smell of his bush when I slammed my nose on it, was a dream I didn't know I wanted to realize. He had been lying there, never taking his eyes off me, lusting after me with a possessive, horny gaze, getting closer and closer to coming.

When I felt the same tremor as the night before, I stopped. He looked at me oddly. - “I was about to cum…why…” - “Do me a favor, put your hat on.” - “Alright, if you like it…you have a strange kink man…”

He said it smiling, he was still happy and satisfied, almost curious. As soon as he put it on, I grabbed the remote control and turned him off, then turned the kindness down to low and turned him back on. When he looked at me, he had a sparkle in his eyes that made me feel like prey before the hunter. He turned his hat around and took me again, with a speed I didn't know he could have, and slammed his cock into my mouth, forcing me to suck it without restraint.

He exploded after half a minute, still glaring at me. My mouth dripped his salty cum onto the sheets, my breath smelling only the masculine odor of his crotch. Just enough time to catch his breath and he threw me to the floor. I almost hurt, despite the carpeting. He came closer as I tried to get up. He stood on all fours and, just with a stare, put me back in my place. As I slumped back on the floor, he touched his cock, as horny as an animal in heat.

He said nothing, but opened my legs and penetrated me. We fucked on the floor, emitting primate moans as he pounded me with his huge cock, driving it in and out of my asshole with a wild frenzy. I had never experienced so much pleasure in my life. I did not remember how long he lasted, but when he finally came inside me, I was aware that our friendship had become something more, permanently. We spent the rest of the day cuddling and humping in the blankets, without the slightest interest in the resort and its beaches. We just wanted to get to know each other deeply, inside and out, as if we had to make up for all the time we had lost. I watched him smile at me, exhausted, and I finally felt at home.

- "…and that's it, I can only be very glad of the service. I've put kindness at its highest value now, but I must admit that it was…fun to experiment in this week. But tell me, so you had already figured out that I liked Dario?”

The manager looked at me and gave me a smile. - “I'm good at reading people. After a few messages it was obvious to me that you were just lying to yourself. That said, I'm very happy for you…for both of you.”

Dario had joined me with our luggage. He smelled of aftershave and wore a black shirt from which the fine red hairs of his chest were visible. He leaned in and kissed me tenderly.

- “I think we are ready to go, love.” I nodded, then reached for my suitcase and held his hand. I smiled one last time at the manager and we walked out of the lobby, ready to return to our home, to our new love nest.