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A Deal with the Cipher

William was done, his band just kicked him out because of some bullshits about his too much aggressive behavior, Dethklok is a death metal or not? Anyway, he was drinking his booze, when suddenly, his booze brightened and a kind of genie came out of it. It was a yellow triangle with an eye, a black top hat and a bowtie.

“Heeyah, heyo, hello mortal! Drowning your sorrows, aren’t you?” Said the genie.

“What the fuck are you supposed to be?” William spitted at the genie.

“Very well, my name is Bill Cipher and I am THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS, BRINGER OF PAIN AND DESOLATION, also I like floating tea party sometime. I’m here to give you an opportunity that you cannot miss.” Announced Bill, even if he had no mouth to talk with.

William brushed his eyes, thinking that it was just a hallucination, but he seemed to be real. “So… What’s that opportunity?”  

“The opportunity of a new life, with a band that accept you, so much more people loving you for who you are!” Bill informed me, with sparkles in his eyes.

“Where’s the shit?” William asked.

Bill blinked for a moment before giggling. “There’s nothing wrong with this! An opportunity for you and me. Plus, your life does seem to be depression direction. Deal?”

William thought before replying. “Deal.”

“Peeeeerfect! First, I need you to sign this contract.”  

Bill gave William a contract and a feather to sign even though he was drunk. However, when he grabbed the feather, he pricked his finger and a droplet of blood fell on the contract.

“Hahahahahaha… I mean, sorry for the quill.”  

All of a sudden, the contract sucked William and Bill into a wormhole as their visions faded. When William woke up, he saw that the landscape was weird, 3D crap or something like this.

“Yes, it worked. Welcome to the real world, William Murderface!” Bill announced.

William thought that it was some kind of virtual reality or a weird dream, but it seemeed so realistic. However, when he tried to grab a beer on the ground, his hand just passed through it.

Looking at himself, William noticed that he was now kind of translucent. “Wh-what the fuck is happening?!”

“Oh yes. See the only reason that we could go into this world is because we didn’t believe in anything into our previous universe. The emptiness into our two souls was so strong that when you signed this contract, we were freed! Our reality was an illusion, but this world is real. Sadly, even though we broke the fourth wall, we’re still fictional and don’t exist in this world.”

“Then, what are we supposed to do? Watching people piss in the streets?!”

“Hahahihihehe… Don’t worry. This is where the fun begins. Look at this hottie here. Let’s follow him.”

The pair of fictional characters followed the man to his house, it was a bigass mansion. The guy was so rich that he started to undress even though he was still outside.

When he was finally inside, Bill whispered to me. “Psst, psst.”

“Why are you whispering? They cannot hear us.”

“I know, just wanted to mess with you, haha!… You saw this piece of meat? You could like to be him, right?” Bill said as William nodded. “Then, just rush toward him and possess his body!”

William was astonished, him, who was nothing but a ton of ugliness, could be this handsome guy? Thinking no more, William ran toward the man, closing his eyes when he touched him. But, nothing happened and was now lying on the floor, still translucent, as Bill laughed at him.

William glared at him while Bill spoke. “You should have read the contract, you cannot possess this body… But I can!”

Then, Bill waited for the guy to took off his pants and as he leant to untie his shoelaces, Bill floated and dived into his briefs, shoving his triangle form in his ass. The man yelped with a surprised and girly voice when he felt this.

“Shit, that guy has a tight ass!” Bill announced.

Whatever, Bill kept pushing while the man was moaning and trashing around his mansion. He grabbed his butt cheeks, stretching them but Cipher was still shoving himself inside him.  

“Oh merde! Something is stuck in my ass?!” The man complained, trying to call 911.

‘Shit, he was French, the ladies loved that.’ Thought William. Nonetheless, this feeling was too much overwhelming and he could not dial the numbers. Bill was soon under the guy’s abs. However, Bill was lost and he looked at a map to find his way.

“Hmm, so the third eye anja chakra is around the forehead. Let’s take over this delicious puppet!”

Bill was having fun, using his triangle form to sting the inside his body as he was scared and confused.

“No! What’s happening to me?!” The man screamed for help.

Then, Billy was in the guy’s throat and when he yelled, William could see Bill in his mouth as he winked to William from inside the guy. Climbing to the brain, Bill drawn on the guy’s forehead a triangle before inserting himself on it.

“Arrggh! Ma tête! Nooo, UNNNGGGG!” The guy kneeled before collapsing.

All of a sudden, a third eye appeared on the guy forehead. His two others eyes were still close but the guy was now standing up, looking at his body.

“Dear God, look at this, I’m colossal!” The man said without moving his mouth and with Bill’s voice.

“Huh, Bill, is that you?” William inquired.

“Of course, it’s me! What do you…” Bill said, checking himself in the mirror. “Not bad, but I need to be more discreet with this.”  

Consequently, the man’s third eye closed and he took a deep breath, before opening his real eyes and smirking at William.

“Hey.” Said Bill, perfectly mimicking the guy’s hot baritone. “Damn, this vessel has an arousing voice, I’m already use to it. And this body, yummy yummy… Bonjour, je suis Paul Delaqueue, enchanté de vous connaitre.”

Billy caressed his body, licking his hairy arms and biceps. Then he pinched his nipples and moaned, bouncing his pecs. A devilish smile crossed on his angelic face as he started to tickle his abs and thighs.

“Hahaha! Even his laugh is virile, hohohaha!”

William watched the body that he thought was his, astonished and clenching his fists.

“You bastard! Where is my body?”

Bill looked annoyed, raising an eyebrow on his handsome face. Something wrong was on his mind and William could see this, even on a stunning beauty face like this.

“Willy-boy, don’t worry. Your body would be easy to find. This succulent host’s bratty spoiled daughter will go to an event where is your future vessel. Unfortunately, I think that she needs to be grounded for interrupting so much of my affairs by harassing so much on the phone… Oh yeah, I can feel it, this one is a manwhore, a real stallion. He fucked so much pussies. Haha, I don’t know if I can make his life even more fucked up, but it will be a pleasure to try!” Billy laughed as he headed to his closet. “Yesss, these clothes will suit this mouthwatering figure better!”

Bill arrived in front of the mirror, touching his tanned borrowed skin while dressing himself up and making sexy faces in the mirror. “Hmm, what a stud, yeah you are such a slut aren’t you? Ruining your wedding by cheating with your future wife’s sister, yeah daddy, you delectable prick. You deserve to be slapped to death.” Bill started to slap himself until his cheeks were red.

“Hey weirdo! We have to go!”

“You’re not fun… I’m not done with you.” Bill winked at his reflection as William rolled his eyes.

Bill took a fancy sport car and drove us to the sought destination. It was a concert.

“Wait, you’re telling me that I will possess a music bitch?” William asked, thrilled.

“I already told you that you would be a part of a band, haven’t I? Now, follow me, we, or rather this body has backstage pass”

We walked away from the crowd and screeching fangirls before going behind the scene. There was a lodge but, ironically, a bodyguard was guarding the body that I was supposed to take.

“Sorry man, Payne canno… *Bam!* ” Bill punched the bodyguard and flexed his gun.

“Holy cow, this body is so strong!” Bill congratulated himself before blocking William. “Wait! Why not possessing this guy during the concert? When he is singing in front of this foolish crowd?!”  

“Then, why knocking out the bodyguard?” William questioned.

“Why? Why? Because I wanted to punch someone with this mountain of muscles, haha!”

William sighed as they both waited for the singer to come. However, William saw nobody that could be his vessel. “Where is he?”

“Willy, can’t you see? He’s right there!” Bill scowled him as he pointed someone singing.

“You piece of shit! You want me to possess this faggot?!” William screamed, pissed off.

“Hey, relax, Liam Payne got some muscle on his bones, plus he would be great on this hard boner I’m right now.” Bill taunted William, thrusting his ethereal body.

“No way, you’re a fucking queer?” William interrogated Bill.

“I’m everything that I want, the only things that I want is fun and chaos. So, if fucking Liam Payne’s vagina ruin these fangirls’ dreams, heck yeah I’m gonna do this.” Bill announced, madness having took over his handsome face.

“Fuck you, I prefer cutting off my own dick rather than doing some gay shit.” William refused.

“Boohoohoo… Too bad, Liam is the only body you can possess, written on the contract my dear. Plus, if you don’t possess someone, you will soon disappear and cease to exist.” Bill told William, grinning like a maniac.

William sighed, looking at Liam’s smaller and younger body before rushing to him. Liam, ignoring the spirit’s presence, was still singing.

“…only you can dance with me. So, put your hands on my bodyyyyy! AHHHH!” Liam yelled as William pushed himself on his back, forcing his bigger body inside him.

Medics came and brought Liam to his lodge, he was convulsing, fighting for control. After a moment, Liam stopped to move and opened his eyes.

“Liam, are you okay?” The medic asked.

Liam’s innocent face soon turned into an annoyed one as he answered. “Fuck off.” His voice was still the same but it seemed like he was trying to have a deeper tone.

Then, the concert was cancelled and Liam did not want to talk with anyone. People thought that he was acting weird. All he wanted to do was to work out.

“Fuck, this faggot better gains more beef or I’ll kill myself.” William complained.

“Really? It would be such a shame to waste this bottom slut potential.” Snickered a familiar voice.

The person was Billy, he was lifting much heavier weights. The fucker even tattooed his stolen body!

Bill was taunting William, he was stuck in that weak body while Bill possessed a Greek Demigod.

“Liking my tattoo? I was thinking about you when I put this blooming flower bud on his beefy bicep.” Bill mocked William.

“Go fuck yourself.” His victim answered.

“Already did, several time.” Bill licked the sweat on his toned arm before savouring his lips. “You know, my ex-wife asked me why I went to a One Direction concert. I told her that it was for banging your sweet twink butt. And you know, I don’t want to lie to her.”

Bill caressed William’s hand but he quickly pushed him.

“Listen gay bitch, I will become more muscular. Then I will beat your ass, understand?” William threatened Bill, but he was unfazed.

“Whatever you want sweetie.”

As the days passed, William hated his new life more and more. Cheesy ass songs were stuck in his mind and irritating fangirls were following him every time. However, he could not deny that his new body was not that bad. For a young shit, he had a bigger cock than his previous body and the workout started to took effects. One time he was singing and his guns were bulging!

It was hard to say but William started to accept his new life. In spite of, he decided that Liam was now HIS body and HIS life, so why he should endure this rainbow unicorn shit every day? Soon, “Liam” dumped One Direction, changed his name for “L-Pain”, became hairier and tattooed his body. Despite of this, the fangirls loved his bad boy persona and William was not annoyed. He could have sex with so much chicks. For the first time, women were telling him that he was handsome!

Now, a death metal singer, Liam was walking to his trailer but he heard someone in. He fell the perfume of soap. But William hated soap because of gay shit tricks. He walked into his trailer bathroom, hearing someone snoring. Then, he saw Bill, sleeping in his bathtub.

“Oh, bonsoir. Want to join me, cutie?” Bill/Paul flirted with me.

“I’m not into this fag crap, get the fuck out of my bathtub!”

“Let me fulfill your wish, mon amour.” Paul winked at William before standing up, revealing the giant monster between his legs. It was probably 13 inches!

Paul grinned, caressing Liam’s neck, blowing foam at him.

William was trying to resist. “I won’t…”

“Shhh.” Paul put a finger on his lips. “Let me show you why French are the best lovers.”

Paul kneeled and gently lapped with his tongue Liam’s balls before licking the peak of his rod. Grasping his penis, Paul laughed.  

“Cute little wiener.”

“Fuck you Bill.”

Paul smirked before returning to his licking, then he lightly touched with his teeth the stiff before swallowing and gorging it. Liam moaned while Paul’s strong lips were moving back and forth on his dick.

“Oh oh OH! Faster!” Urged Liam as precum leaked.

Paul smiled as he grabbed Liam’s athletic legs and stood up. Paul made Liam span his head to the ground, holding Liam’s rod with his mouth. Paul snatched Liam’s butt cheeks, slapping them and sucking like a vacuum under steroids. Suddenly, he stopped sucking.

“What are you doing faggot? Deepthroat me!” William complained.

“Then, beg for daddy.” Bill prompted William.

“What?”

“If you want more, beg for daddy to suck your tiny dick!”

“Ung… Please Daddy! Suck my small tiny dick!”

Paul grinned as he opened wide his mouth and stuff Liam’s whole dick inside, chewing it.

“OOOHHH SHIT! Dad, I’m gonna cuuuum!”

Jizz erupted and overflowed into Paul’s mouth before he let Liam fall into the bathub. Next, he also jumped in the bath and french kissed Liam, thus, they were both tasting his sugar semen.

“Do you want more, little man?” Paul asked Liam while he was beating his neck. “ Do you want to know how it feels to have a real man fucking your tight cunt?”

“Yes, Daddy, please, make me feel this!” Liam pleaded.

Suddenly, Paul lifted Liam before pulling him to his hard wood. Thrusting his entire member into Liam’s virgin hole.

“AHHH! This feel so good, daddy!”

Paul used his brawny hips to push his dick deeper into Liam’s boypussy, digging to the last inch as they both moaned and groaned. Paul’s meaty pecs inflated with his biceps flexing as he fucking his boytoy. Consequently, Liam gave all of his body to the gorillalike man, behaving like a bottom bitch.  

“UNNG! You like this you faggot?” Paul taunted his partner.

“Ooh, yye-yess! MORE!” Liam tried not to faint while talking.

Paul’s huge balls grew bigger with the cum gathering inside them. Liam caressed Paul’s manly beard, tickling his fingers before groping his Herculean arms. Jesus, they were flexing at every thrusting! His hole was even more stretched as Liam leaned closer to Paul’s chiseled torso, licking his hard nipples and pawing his pecs. Liam pressed Paul’s orgasm buttons as he cummed and shot loads of sperm inside Liam.

“OOOH FUCK!” Roared Paul whereas Liam was panting and could not even scream.

Paul hugged Liam with his powerful arms, releasing more semen in his asshole before they both relaxed. Liam was resting his head Paul’s pec as they decided to sleep into their testosterone bath.

“What happened to your tattoo?” Asked Liam

“I removed it, now that I fucked your rosebud I don’t need it anymore… It was a heck of a pain but this bastard deserved it.” Replied Paul.

“Hey, I heard that you liked fun and chaos. What do you think about fucking this whole word, together?”

“Only if it’s involve having sex every seconds.”

“Deal?”

“Deal.”

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His eyes fluttered for a couple second, before he's able to finally open it wide and get used to the senses surrounding him. Meanwhile, his roommates already looking at him funny, excited to welcome the final member of their room

He is looking at the 3 men in front of him while getting all his other senses to work. All Navy cadet, all grinning mischievously, and all of them probably enlisted to those respective bodies after their stellar academic achievement in their public university. The room smelled of sweat, aftershave and some pungent cologne. The air is slightly warm and it seems like it's night time already as the room is dimly-lit. His body feels massive, and all of his upper torso is exposed to the warm air that tickles him somehow. He can smell himself, but he doesn't have the opportunity to look at his own reflection just yet. Then, a rather suave voice with slight hint of playfulness brings him back to the moment

"Hey there bro, feeling good?"

"Honestly, never been better," he said as he pulled off double bi pose and smirked a little bit at his brothers for the next few years, and possibly more

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The Touch

NOT MY STORY. PART OF AN INTERACTIVE STORY WHICH CAN BE FOUND HERE: https://www.writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/1783608-The-Touch. POSTED FOR RECORD KEEPING PURPOSES

STORY: DECEASED CRIMINAL JAMES HAS POSSESSED THE BODY OF A HIGH SCHOOL GIRL. HE DECIDES TO POSSESS A HOT JOCK

James quickly gathered the chick he was inhabiting belongings and sashed out of the class. Eyes of not only the males but females as well watch with attentiveness. One of the jocks that’s been wanting to pound her pussy licks his lips subconsciously. James couldn’t help but smirk, knowing all eyes were on him, or rather, her. He was owning this body and loved it. However, James missed one thing as he was now in the hallway, walking to Amy’s second class of the day. It was his johnson, his meat, his baby maker, his cock, his dick, and any other word to describe the missing appendage between his legs. James wanted to have a penis again, to be male and ram some cheeks. He passes through the crowd, eyeing every male for a perfect host. Feelings were stirring down in his panties as he took in different teens and their assets. James lands his host’s eyes on a particularly good-looking jock. He goes through Amy’s memories and figures out the boy’s name is Klark Housman. A German descent teen who was the lead pitcher for the high school’s baseball team, The Wallabies. (Who the fuck name’s an American high school baseball team, The Wallabies!?) James thought to himself as he led Amy’s body to the unsuspecting teen who was now having his head stuck in his locker. “Hey, Klark, heard you had a game coming up.” James hearing Amy speak his thoughts was still hard to get used to. Klark sticks his head out of his locker to see who just talked to him. “Hey, Amy, yeah we got a game against, The Blue jays.”

(Damn this guy’s a tall drink of water) James only now sees how tall his soon-to-be-host is. Klark was easily a foot taller than Amy was. “Well… how about a kiss for luck?” James does his best to make Amy look shy. He forces her to have her toes touch while keeping the heel straight along with twisting her index together. Her shy smile with James having to have her look up at the giant was too much for Klark. “Umm, sure,” Klark slowly moves his head down in an awkward motion, ready to kiss her. James makes Amy lift her face and presses his borrowed lips onto Klark’s. The two’s labia connect allowing James to transfer into Klark’s hulking body. Klark trembles softly as his lips remain locked with Amy’s. James’s spirit passes through Amy’s lips and into Klark’s. The unaware teen’s eyes grow big as feels the force of James’s invading spirit push into his body. Klark’s brain tries sending signals to stop kissing but his body doesn’t respond. “mmm-MMM!” Klark tries his best to yell but this was the best he could do under the circumstances. The last of James shifts into his large masculine body and begins taking over. Klark stops kissing the now dazed Amy and stumbles away to the bathroom. The hulk of a teen barges through the bathroom door and stumbles awkwardly to the last stall for the most privacy. Klark shoves the stall door open, slamming and locking it behind him. He loses his balance and slams down onto the toilet seat. “What’s… happ-en-ning to… ME!?” Klark struggles to speak as he feels James makes his way inside him to his head. Klark’s face turns deep red with veins protruding all over his body and head. The teen turns his hand into a fist and slams the stall wall. “Get out,” he mumbles under his breath in desperation, “get… out… of… my—” Klark’s head snaps upward then slams down into his chest. His head shakes aggressively as he tries to maintain control. Klark’s head snaps sideways then back straight, his eyes go cross while grimacing. Spittle lands on the stall door from Klark’s mouth. He yells loudly in desperation before his eyes roll into his head whilst closing, his head drops. A few more muscle spasms cause Klark’s unconscious body to jolt a bit before finally lying dormant. Klark lifts his head slowly back up in a more calm fluid motion whilst his eyes open. A smile spreads across the lad’s face. Klark looks down at his hands then his chest of sculpted muscle. He moves his hands under the t-shirt and gropes his meaty pectorals. A coo rises from the horny teen with a tent pitching in his jeans, his cock straining for release.

“Yeah, this is more like it, huh, Klark? Don’t worry, with me in charge, your body is gonna get plenty of action.” Klark says what James was thinking who was now possessing the hunky lead pitcher. James thinks of who to fuck with this god of a body.

“Oh yeah, baby,” said James with Klark’s husky voice. “The name’s Klark Housman, wanna fuck?” James chuckled as he twisted the jock’s face and voice with a confidence and bravado that were alien to the meathead. “You have the good looks, kid, you just needed the right man that big boy’s body of yours.” James admired his handsome features in the mirror as he contemplated what to do. At Klark’s age, James was a scrawny dropout who ran drugs to get some coins in his wallet. But now James was Klark, a popular jock with a cute face, impeccable dark brown hair, and a killer body. James quickly checked in the hallway and saw that nobody was around yet. “Let’s see what you’re packin’, tiger,” said James. James gripped at the bottom of his shirt and effortlessly pulled it off his body. His eyes widened as he stared at Klark’s tanned and muscular torso. His smooth pecs were meaty with two perky nipples while his abs were slightly defined yet solid.

“Someone ate too much beef,” said James as he patted Klark stomach. “Now, for the guns…”

James raised his two arms and flexed them. A soft roar left his mouth as James admired his burly biceps and veiny upper arms dusted with luscious body hair. James kissed his biceps as his bulge grew against his jeans. “Fuck it. I’m sure a big boy like you has more than one bullet in the cannon,” said James as he unzipped his jeans. His pants came down and revealed a light blue speedo covering his huge crotch. James snickered and said, “Wow. Ain’t that a faggy thing to wear?” James fondled his dick through the speedo and groaned. “I was a fag in prison. Maybe I’ll make you one too, Klark?” James used his large left hand to dry-hump his erection while his other hand caressed his abs and pecs. James laughed as he did so and moved his tongue around like a snake in heat. Soon, his hard cock stuck out of his speedo and James seized it. “Mmm!” moaned James as he closed his eyes. “Yeah, that’s a big toy you get there, Klark.” James stroked his engorged cock as precum started to leak out of it. “UUnng! That’s right, Klark. It’s my body now! I’ll bang anyone I want with that huge cock!” shouted James at his host’s reflection. “Fuck! I’m about to- AARGGGH!” A geyser of jizz shot out of Klark’s dick and exploded all over his chiseled chest and even his chin. The rest of his volcanic load landed down on his left hand while James leaned against the sink and breathed heavily. “Fuck…” said James with a breathy voice. Because of being single and as an ex-convict, James was used to masturbation, but not with a body like this and not in these circumstances. Possessing and controlling a huge guy like Klark, filled with testosterone and stamina, just made it even better. “Phew. Yeah, I’m gonna have fun with you, kid,” said James. What do James do now? OPTION: HAVE SEX WITH A NERD

“Time to go fuck with your life, champ,” said James as he gropped at his dick and swung it like a baseball bat. James laughed like a frat guy as he oiled his abs with his left hand. Then, he pinched up the rest of the semen and licked his fingers. “Mmmm. You taste like that guy who used to fuck me in my cell, but more fresh,” said James. James put his clothes back on and winked one more time at his handsome reflection before leaving the bathroom. James smirked as he confidently strolled across the hallway, the girls swooned for him while some guys discreetly checked him out. 

Surprisingly, James found out from his host’s memories that Klark was not much of a casanova, he was kind of shy and awkward with flirting. James sneered, knowing that with his confidence and Klark’s handsome body, he was the perfect creature to charm anyone and plow whoever he wanted left and right. As James toured through Klark’s mind, he discovered that his father was rich. Even better. With daddy’s money, James could get away with everything, something he couldn’t afford in his miserable past life. “Hey, Klark!” called a fruity voice. James was pulled out of his thinking and looked at his right. A petite guy with glass, messy black hair, and a pretty face stood next to him. James had to blink and double check to make sure the guy was not actually a girl, but his host’s memory soon told him he was a guy named Gary.

“Hey… Gary?” replied James as he tried to channel Klark’s socially-awkward behavior. “I just wanted to-” Gary glanced aside and said, “To thank you for saving me again from those bullies earlier.” “Oh ok, no problem, bud,” said James. As James dug more into his host’s memory, he discovered that Gary’s sister, Sue, was Klark’s girlfriend and a hot cheerleader. She met Klark and started dating him after he started standing up for her brother against the jocks bullying him. So Klark is a nice dumb hottie? This is going to change. “You’re okay, Klark?” asked Gary. “Yeah, just thinking about some stuff for my morning workout,” lied James. “Ah, makes sense.” Gary blushed and said, “I’m sure you workout a lot.” James smirked as he noticed Gary’s tiny bulge. The bullies messed with Gary not only because he was nerd, but also for being gay. “I don’t know dude,” said James with a fake pout as he lifted his shirt. “Think I still could do some improvements. Gary stared at Klark’s bulky torso as James purposefully caressed his abs and nipples. "I-I…” stuttered Gary as he tried to talk. “I think you’re perfect already.” “Thanks, dude,” said James. “By the way, I got a surprise for you, wanna see?” “A surprise?” Gary’s eyes lit up. “Do you need my help for a date with Sue?” “No, but good guess,” said James as he forced a warm smile on his face. James dug his hands in his pocket and headed away while Gary followed him. James tried to emulate Klark’s nice persona as much as he could, but his lips sometimes twisted into a sneer as soon as Gary looked away. They soon arrived in the empty boys’ locker room and James made sure nobody but them were there. “So? What’s the surprise?” asked Gary. “This,” said James. James lifted Gary by the collar, slammed him against a locker, and planted his lips against his. Gary squeaked like a chick and squirmed as James used Klark’s strong body to keep him in place. “Kl-Klark!” yelled Gary as he jerked back. “I can’t!” “How? You’re a fag and I’m hot,” said James with a cockiness uncanny to his host. “What? But what about Sue?” asked Gary. Fuck. Fags are easy sluts, usually. James rolled his eyes and let go of Gary who fell against his buttocks. “Well, that’s too bad. Since you don’t want of me, guess I won’t be able to be here for you when Jim and his friends try to beat you up,” said James with a honeyed voice. Gary straightened his glasses and asked, “Huh? But I thought you wanted to help me.” James laughed with a villainous spice that was both scaring and arousing Gary. “You really thought I would care for a fag just to be nice?” asked James. “All I wanted was your sister’s sweet ass.” Gary stood up and said, “Hey! Don’t talk like that about my sister!” Gary charged at James, but James easilly grabbed him by the hands with Klark’s athletic strength. “Wow, easy, sunshine. Almost broke a nail,” said James. “Why are you talking like that? The Klark I know would act like that,” said Gary with scared bunny eyes. “Don’t look at me like that, that’s too cute,” James said. “You know what. I can’t say no to a pretty face. How about I become your bodyguard and in exchange you become my bitch?” “Huh? But you’re dating my sister,” said Gary. “And I bet her brother is a whore just like her,” said James. “Fuck you!” shouted Gary. “You’re so cute when you’re angry and scared,” said James. “C'mon, stop being a pussy. I saw how you were looking at me. You want me to fuck you.” Gary looked away and said, “But… I can’t do that to Sue…” James wrapped his muscular right arm around Gary’s shoulders and whispered, “What she ignores can’t hurt her.” Gary bit his lower lip and asked, “You swear you won’t tell her?” “I swear on my huge cock,” said James. Gary slowly nodded. “Alright… What do you want to do now?” James smirked mischievously and said, “Strip.” Gary gulped and trembled. James sat on a nearby bench and spread his legs to show his growing bulge. Then, James gestured to Gary to take off his clothes and Gary sighed. The nerd unbutonned his shirt and opened it, revealing a lean body with no hint of body fat. After this, put down his pants and his briefs, showing off his hairy legs and bubble butt. James licked his lips and looked at Gary like a starving wolf. To James’s shock, Gary was actually packing a dick which as long as Klark’s. “Fuck! That squirrel has a huge tail!” shouted James. Gary used his hands to cover his cock, which was long, yet not as girthy as Klark’s. James stood up and undressed while Gary shivered because of the breezes against his naked body. Once he was also naked, James approached Gary who stepped back. Klark’s hulking form towered above the twinky nerd as he trembled against the lockers. James loved this feeling. All his life, James had been terrorized and humiliated by other men, but now he had possessed the manliest jock around and could use Klark’s muscular and strong body to scare everyone. James grabbed Gary by the chin and asked, “Tell me, Gary. Do you know what a prison bitch is?” “N-No…” said Gary as he shook his head. “Well, you’re my prison bitch now,” said James. James used Klark’s large arms to seize Gary’s by the thighs and lift him. Gary yelped as his crotch was in front of James’s face. “Back in prison, the big guys would mark their bitch by sucking them off,” said James. “How do you know that?” asked Gary. “My dad forced me to watch those movies about crazy guys killing people and ending up in jails,” said James through Klark. “Maybe one of those crazy guys came out of the TV and took possession of my body.” Gary stared at James and said, “It’s not real, Klark. Please, tell me it’s just a joke.” James smirked before licking the tip of Gary’s cock. Gary moaned while James slid his tongue to the left his long cock before moving to the right. Then, James nibbled the wet head and swallowed it. “Aaa- AAAHHH!” screamed Gary. James moved his mouth forward while pulling Gary by the legs. Gary clawed at the lockers and moaned while James sucked him off with Klark’s mouth muscles. Klark had never used his mouth during sex apart from a few lame kisses, but he was a big eater with a strong jaw. James moved Gary’s legs around his broad shoulders and moved Klark’s large hands to Gary’s bubble butt. Gary’s moanings got louder as James kneaded his buttcheeks and sucked him off. As soon as sugary precum, James put Gary’s dick out of his mouth and threw against the floor. “Kl-Klark! I’m about to-” Gary stomped his left feet against Gary’s back and barked, “Don’t you dare cum before me, bitch!” “B-But…” “Do anything that displease me, and I’ll tell everything to Sue,” said James, fully knowing that he was free to ruin another man’s life. “Okay okay. I’ll do anything you want,” said Gary. James knelt and patted Gary’s sweaty head of hair. “Attaboy.” Gary cried as James wrapped his muscular arms around him and put him against the bench. James breathed heavilly and growled like an animal as he watched Gary writhe under him. “Last warning. Don’t you dare cum before me,” said James. “I won’t. I swear,” said Gary. James smiled and rammed his dick deep inside Gary’s ass. Gary screamed and gripped at the bench while James fucked his hole. James licked the sweat off Gary’s smooth chest before bitting his neck. “How does it feel?” asked James. “Gr-Great,” said Gary. James grabbed Gary by the chin and asked, “Answer honestly. You were jealous that I dated your sister, right?” Gary inhaled longly and muttered, “Please, Klark… Don’t make me-” James slapped Gary and barked, “Answer, now!” Gary teared up and said, “Okay! Okay! I was… I was jealous of her…” “I knew it.” James licked Gary’s tears and asked, “Do you want me to fuck you?” “Yes,” said Gary with a small voice. “Beg me,” said James. “Please, Klark,” said Gary. “Call me, James,” said James. “Huh?” Gary raised an eyebrow. “I don’t understand.” James glared at Gary and banged his left hand against the bench. “Please, James!” yelled Gary. James smiled and pushed his dick inside Gary again. The two grunted together and James kissed Gary passionately. Their tongues wrestled as James thrusted his dick in and out. James stiffened and pulled back as his dick filled with loads. “NNG! It’s coming!” grunted James. “It’s- UUUNNNNGGGGGGG!” James roared as he shot huge loads of cum inside Gary. “AAaaaaahhhhh!” screamed Gary as he came. James fell on Gary and hugged him as the nerd panted. Thanks for the body, Klark.

OPTION: KEEP PRETENDING TO BE KLARK

I’m just getting started with Klark’s life. No need to lay all of my cards already. James smirked and gently rubbed Gary’s swan like neck before kissing him. Gary returned the kiss and wrapped his frail arms around Klark’s sturdy back. “Mm-mmm…” James moaned with Klark’s sexy voice. Something strange was happening. The masturbation and the sex had exhausted James, so maybe Klark’s personality was influencing his weakened willpower. James decided that it was for the best, it could help him trick people into thinking he was the real Klark. James stood up and stretched his muscular body while Gary lied on the bench as if he was a nude model.

“Time to wash, princess,” said James. James put his strong arms under Gary’s legs and back and lifted him. Gary yelped a little as James effortlessly carried him to the showers. James flashed to Gary a warm smile with Klark’s perfectly white teeth. In his past life, James had never been romantic and his ex wife would always berate him for that. With Klark’s handsome body, being romantic and seductive was just natural to James. Once they reached a stall, James delicatelly put down Gary and bowed like a butler. “Ladies first,” said James. “Fuck you,” replied Gary with a light giggle. James slapped Gary’s bubble butt and the latter turned on the shower. Hot water poured on James’s sweaty and sore muscles and he exhaled. Soon after, James picked up a pink bar of soap from a niche and rubbed it against his armpits and his toned chest. Then, James pulled Gary closer to him and rubbed the soap on his twinky body. James hugged him as he did so and smelled Gary’s hair scenting of sugary sweat and cherries. Gary rested his head on Klark’s meaty pecs while the two slightly danced a slow under the shower. “I’m scared, Klark,” said Gary with a small voice. “It’s okay,” said James as he kissed the top of Gary’s head. “I’m a big boy, I can protect you.” Gary looked at James with puppy eyes and grinned as he said, “Thank you.” Fuck. This fag is a cutie. Once the two were done washing, James and Gary headed back into the locker room and dress up. “By the way, Klark. Why did you ask me to call you James, earlier?” asked Gary. “Um…” James bit his lower lip and said, “It’s-It’s a line from a movie.” “Ah. Okay,” replied Gary. James kissed Gary one more time to distract him and they went to their respective classes. While boring, James loved this because it proved he was already blending in Klark’s life. The teachers, the other jocks, and everyone else thought James was indeed the handsome Klark Housman. After this, James chatted with some of Klark’s friends. He perfectly mimicked Klark’s jockish and meathead talk while also spicing it with some of James’s cockiness. A shrill voice tore James out his reverie as a tall girl with a cheerleader outfit ran to them. His host’s memory told him it was Sue, Klark’s girlfriend. Just like Klark, she was not the brightest bulb but was very attractive. James got kind of hard and kissed her, loving the feeling of stealing more pieces of Klark’s life. He was now the hot jock with a sexy girlfriend, no longer a deadbeat man running away from the police and his ex-wife. This thought was actually arousing James more than Sue herself, whose kisses were not as good as her brother’s honestly. The more he thought of it, Sue reminded him a lot of his ex-wife when he first met her, except for the fact that Sue was much nicer than her. At least, his annoyance with Klark’s girlfriend helped him act more like the socially-awkward guy that Klark is. So, Sue chattered about her day while James thought about what else he could do to fuck with Klark’s life. “Oh, and Gary will be here too, is that a problem?” asked Sue. “Huh?” James stared at Sue, his interest suddenly tickled, and said, “N-No. I love when your brother’s around.” James internally laughed, remembering what happened earlier in the boys’ locker room. Actually, James remembered all the fun he had with Gary. He missed the nerd’s scared rabbit eyes. Sue and him walked out in front of a classroom as a group of people left it. James’s mouth twisted into a sneer as soon as Gary appeared in front of him. “S-Sue? What are you doing here?” asked Gary. “Making sure that Jim and his friends won’t mess with you,” said Sue. “But what about your date with-with Klark?” asked Gary as he tried to avoid looking at Klark. “Don’t worry, I told everything to him. He doesn’t mind that you’ll be with us,” said Sue. “Right, Klark?” “Of course, babe,” said James before he kissed Sue in front of Gary. James gestured to Gary a penetration with his hands as it happened. Gary furrowed his brows and flipped the bird to him. James chuckled, pulled away from Sue, and put Gary in a chokehold with his massive left bicep. “It will be fun to have another guy to mess with, don’t you think Gary?” asked James as he played with Gary’s hair. “Y-Yeah,” said Gary with a discreet glare. Sue laughed, thinking her boyfriend was just teasing her brother. Little did she know that Klark was possesed was an ex-convict lusting for Gary. James really a lucky man, he had a hot cheerleader on one side, and a cute nerd on the other. As they headed toward the coffee shop, James would discreetly pecked at Gary’s hair each time Sue would be busy texting on her phone. “Klark!” shouted Gary with a blush. “Klark, stop teasing Gary,” said Sue while she looked at her phone. “Hey, he started it. Bet your brother’s into me,” said James. Gary froze and shivered while Sue simply laughed. As soon as they arrived at the coffee shop, Sue had to go outside because of an urgent call with her coach. Gary sat on the couch as far as he could from James, but the latter slid close to him anyway.

“Maybe your sister’s fucking the coach too?” whispered James. Gary almost choked on his drink and put it down. “Klark, the hell? Are you on ‘roids or something?” “Maybe I’m just tired of tits, and need some dicks,” said James as he kissed Gary. Gary squirmed and pushed James back. “Klark! People could see us.” “And? They’ll just think I got two bitches,” said James. “Don’t call my sister a bitch,” said Gary. “You’re right. If there’s one bitch here, it’s you,” said James. “Klark, for real. Why are acting so weird?” asked Gary. Just before he could answer, Sue walked back in. James snickered a bit since he almost got his cover blown. The rest of the date was rather boring, a few sickingly romantic words between “Klark” and Sue while Gary played on his phone. The only entertainment James had was rubbing his shoes against Gary’s legs and sometimes grope at his ass while Sue was distracted. Once the date was over, the three walked back to Sue and Gary’s home. Sue smooched Klark and asked, “What do you say we go have some fun in my room?” Gary rolled his eyes and headed to his room. James glanced at Gary before kissing back Sue, wondering what he should do next.

OPTION: PURSUE ONE AFTER THE OTHER

Sue’s annoying voice faded as James focused on Gary’s twinky body, huge cock, and scared rabbit eyes. There was just something in Gary that attracted James, some kind of perversion he knew he shared with Gary. The only hindrance was his sister. James knew he had to go through Sue if he wanted to get closer to Gary. It did not matter, Klark’s hulking body was strong and resilient enough to cum four times a day. Keeping Gary’s ass in mind, Klark lifted Sue and carried in her room. Sue’s surprise was even bigger as Klark immedietaly made out with her and put out his dick. The sex was rougher than what Sue was used to Klark, who was usually gentle in bed. But right now, Klark behaved like a feral sex beast, fast and strong. The possessed Klark did not care if he could break the bed, he just wanted to be done with it. He did not care about Sue, he only cared about hijacking Klark’s life and getting Gary. Once they both came, Sue collapsed against her mattress, praised Klark, and fell asleep. James smiled and whispered, “Goodnight, slut.” After this, James sauntered to the bathroom and took a quick shower. He wanted to be completely clean for Gary, knowing it would be easier to convince Gary that way. When he was done, James admired his gorgeous reflection in the mirror and sneered. “I fucked your girl better than you ever did, Klark,” said James as he groped at his borrowed dick. “Made her scream and beg for it for your horsecock. I bet it makes you pissed off, right?” Klark leaned toward his reflection and bounced his pecs. “Yeah, I’m the one in control now. I’m James, a real man. Not some pussy like you Klark.” James flexed his biceps and laughed. “Fuck yeah, this body deserved me so much more than you… Speaking of deserving, I think that your girlfriend’s starting to bore me. Let’s get her brother instead, shall we?”

James kissed his left bicep and confidently walked to Gary’s room. The latter was typing on his computer and wearing headphones. James crept Gary like a lion prowling to his prey and pounced at him. Gary tried to scream, but James put his large right hand on his mouth. “Shh, don’t wanna wake up your sister,” whispered James. “Klark? Get out of my room,” said Gary. “Not before I get some of that ass,” said James. “Sue will hear us,” replied Gary. “She won’t. I fucked her hard enough to make her sleep the whole night,” said James. “That’s gross,” said Gary. James laughed and pulled Gary into a passionate kiss. From Klark’s memory, James knew that Klark was straight and had a lot of feelings for Sue. Not surprising, Klark and Sue were both boring and simple-minded. For James, Sue was flavorless while Gary was his scared perverted pet. He just felt it, he felt that Gary had a secret side too. As they exchanged saliva, James took a glimpse at Gary’s computer screen and saw that he was watching BDSM Gay porn movies. “Well, well, well. Look what we got here,” said James as he stepped toward the computer. “Klark, don’t look!” shouted Gary. James checked Gary’s history and found out that most of his porn movies were about big guys getting dominated by smaller men. One of them even looked like James in his past life. “I knew it,” said James with a smirk. “You and I are the same.” “What are you talking about?” asked Gary. James pushed Gary against the bed and said, “We both got resentment for other guys. You and I, we want to control them the same way they’ve controlled us.” “How does that got anything with you? You’re one of those guys,” said Gary. “I wasn’t always a hot jock,” said James. “Before I got this body, I used to envy hot guys as much as you did.” “Y-You did?” asked Gary. James nodded and Gary stopped struggling. “I didn’t know you had this in you,” said Gary. “I just thought that-” “That I was hot and stupid?” asked Klark. Gary glanced away and said, “Yeah… Sorry.” “No need to be sorry. I’m a new Klark now,” said Klark as he pushed his tongue deep inside Gary’s mouth. What do they do now? TO BE CONTINUED?

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Perfect Match - Part 1

Finally hit 5k followers! Thank you all for the support, especially during these hard times I've been going through! As thanks, here's a story I've wanted to do for a long time, but only had a draft for. It features one of my favourite actors Beau Mirchoff, and the hot GIFs of him that I've always wanted to do a story on. It's in three parts, so buckle up, bring some tissues, and I hope you enjoy! /Verus

(AI-Generated - Part 1 of 3)

It’s another casual Monday. Katie and I are sprawled across a table in the company cafeteria, halfway through our break, picking at lukewarm sandwiches while she rants about the latest TV series she’s binged and the parade of disappointing men in her life. We’ve been inseparable since middle school, a bond forged through sleepovers, shared secrets, and one awkward teenage romance that fizzled when I realized I was gay. It broke her heart back then, but she rolled with it, her sharp wit and endless sarcasm keeping our friendship alive. She’s lounging in her chair now, her dark hair a messy bun, complaining about the bags under her eyes and how she looks like “hot garbage.” I just smirk and tell her she’s fine, because she always is, even when she’s whining.

Across the room, a burst of noise pulls my attention. Cheers and laughter erupt as Mitch strides into the cafeteria, fist-bumping his work buddies like he’s the king of the damn place. He’s all charisma, loud and unapologetic, his larger-than-life personality filling the space. My eyes lock onto him, drinking in every detail: the way his broad shoulders stretch his slightly wrinkled button-up, the flash of his stubbled grin, the messy light brown hair that looks like he just rolled out of bed.

He’s only three years older than us, but his body screams discipline, sculpted from hours at the gym, a stark contrast to my softer frame and Katie’s wiry build. I’ve been crushing on him since my first day at this tech giant, despite barely crossing paths with him outside a few stilted hellos. He’s in a different department, a world away, but right now, his green eyes catch mine across the cafeteria. He winks, all charm and confidence, and I feel heat crawl up my neck.

Next to me, Katie gags dramatically, clutching her throat like she’s about to puke. “God, spare me,” she mutters, loud enough for me to hear. She’s never hidden her disdain for Mitch, calling him cringey, obnoxious, a walking stereotype of a hairy, loudmouth womanizer. She knows I’m into him, has known for years, but she refuses to get it. 

“He’s a sweaty gym bro who probably doesn’t own an iron,” she’s said before, wrinkling her nose at the thought of his post-workout musk clinging to his clothes. She swears it’s revolting, but I’ve never minded it. My mind drifts, picturing him in the gym locker room, shirtless, sweat glistening on that hairy chest, muscles flexing as he towels off. I’m lost in it until Katie kicks my shin under the table. “Horny jail, dude. Go directly there,” she snaps, and I laugh, flustered.

Lunch ends with a bang. An announcement echoes through the cafeteria: our company’s been chosen to test a groundbreaking mind-swap device. It’s wild—two people, one day a month, swapping bodies for a full year. Twelve chances to live as someone else, all to “build empathy” between couples or friends.

They roll out the details: evaluation tests, signed agreements, strict security protocols. Then come the briefcases, ten of them, each holding a pair of sleek metallic headbands that look like high-tech sweatbands. Only twenty employees can join, and we’ve got until next week to pick a partner.

Katie scoffs, muttering about how gross it’d be to let someone else “drive her meat suit.” I’m still processing, intrigued but overwhelmed, wondering what Mitch thinks of it all. Probably cracking dumb jokes with his crew, I bet.

—

Friday rolls around, and we’re back in the cafeteria. Katie’s griping about her workload, some colleague ditching for the swap program, leaving her buried in extra tasks. Rumors say six pairs have already signed up, but I’m still on the fence, no partner in sight. Then Mitch drops into the seat next to Katie like a bomb, flashing her a grin she pointedly ignores, rolling her eyes so hard I’m surprised they don’t fall out. He looks a little hurt, but he shakes it off, turning to me instead.

“Hey, man,” he starts, voice warm and easy, launching into small talk about the weather, our jobs, how we’ve barely spoken despite years here. “You and Katie should hit the morning gym with me sometime,” he adds, and I stumble through a reply, too distracted by the chest hair peeking from his collar and those damn green eyes. My heart’s hammering, my crush in full throttle, and then he blindsides me. “So, this mind-swap thing. Wanna be my partner?” Katie chokes on her coffee, spluttering, while I sit there, jaw slack.

He scribbles his number on a napkin, tells me to think it over by tomorrow, and saunters off with another wink. Katie’s incredulous. “You’re not seriously considering that clown, are you?” But as I watch his broad back and perfect ass disappear, a thrill sparks deep in my gut.

That night, I’m a mess on our couch, torn between Katie’s warnings and my own fantasies. She’s pacing, strangling a throw pillow, ranting about how Mitch-in-my-body would trash our apartment, crack stupid jokes, and make my body stink with his “gym-bro stench.” I barely hear her, too busy imagining twelve days in Mitch’s skin, feeling his strength, his heat. He’s straight, sure, and I’m nothing to him, but this? This is the closest I’ll ever get. So I call him, voice shaky, and we set a meetup for tomorrow. Katie glares, but I’ve already made up my mind.

—

Saturday morning, I meet him outside his gym, the air thick with the promise of something unspoken. He’s fresh from a workout, shirtless under an open hoodie, sweat still clinging to his skin.

“C’mon, let’s walk,” he says, slinging a muscled arm around my neck, pulling me close as he laughs, that bright, infectious sound echoing in my chest. His scent washes over me—clean sweat, sharp and deep, a low note of musk that’s dizzying, nothing like Katie’s griping made it out to be. I breathe it in, letting it settle, addictive in its rawness. We don’t rush. He guides me down the street, past the gym, toward a quiet park nearby, his arm lingering longer than necessary before he finally drops it, brushing my shoulder as he does.

We find a bench under a sprawling oak, the late morning sun filtering through the leaves, and settle in. He stretches out, legs spread wide, his worn sneakers scuffing the dirt.

“So,” he starts, grinning, “this mind-swap thing. Pretty wild, huh?” I nod, pulse quickening, and he leans closer, elbow nudging mine. “Gotta admit, I’m curious what it’d be like in your head. What’s the weirdest thing I’d find out about you?” His tone’s playful, but there’s a glint in his green eyes, a tease that makes my stomach flip.

I laugh, nervous, and counter, “Probably that I’m allergic to shellfish. You’d hate that—puffy face, itchy throat, the works.” He chuckles, a deep rumble, and scratches his stubbled jaw. 

“Good to know. I’d keep you away from shrimp, then. Me? I’m good with food, but dust gets me sneezing like crazy. Hope you don’t mind a little chaos in my place.” I picture his apartment, messy but lived-in, a far cry from my tidy room—and smile.

The conversation drifts, slow and easy, the air between us thickening with something unspoken. “What about shaving?” I ask, eyeing the dark stubble on his face, the chest hair curling from his hoodie. “You do that often?” 

He grins, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Nah, man, I’m lazy. Face maybe twice a week, chest once a month. Too much work. You?” 

I shrug, admitting, “I shave my face every other day, keeps it smooth. Not much to deal with elsewhere.” He nods, appraising me, and there’s a flicker of curiosity in his gaze that sends a shiver down my spine.

We keep going, peeling back layers. “Any weird habits I should know about?” I ask, half-joking, half-desperate to know more. 

He leans back, arms crossed, smirking. “I crack my knuckles all the time, heard it drives people nuts. Oh, and I sleep like a log, sprawled out, probably drool a little. You?” 

I hesitate, then admit, “I talk in my sleep sometimes. Nothing deep, just gibberish.” 

He laughs again, loud and bright, and I feel it in my bones. “That’s gold. Can’t wait to hear what you’re muttering in my voice.”

The talk turns to the swap itself, and the air shifts, charged with a quiet eroticism. “What’s it gonna be like, you think?” he muses, voice lower now, his knee brushing mine on the bench. “Waking up in my body. Feeling everything I feel.” 

My mouth goes dry, and I manage, “Weird, probably. Stronger. Hairier.” 

He smirks, flexing an arm. “Yeah, you’ll get the full gym-bro experience. What about me in yours? Lighter, maybe. Less bulk.” I nod, imagining him in my slimmer frame, and the thought’s intoxicating—his mind, my skin.

We sit there for what feels like hours, the sun climbing higher, our words slowing as the intimacy builds. He’s asking me about my favorite coffee, my weekend routines, listening with a focus I didn’t expect. I ask about his gym playlist, his go-to meals, and he answers with enthusiasm, funny tangents about protein shakes and bad karaoke nights. It hits me then—he’s not the dumb, shallow slob Katie painted him as. He’s genuine, warm, a damn good listener beneath the bravado. Sure, his grooming’s a mess, that stubble uneven, his clothes a rotation of faded tees and wrinkled button-ups, but it’s endearing, not a dealbreaker. My crush swells, heavier now, rooted in something real.

Then he leans in, voice dropping to a husky murmur. “One thing, though. Mornings? I always wake up with this killer wood, man. Huge. Gotta jerk it out before I can even function properly.” My face ignites, a flush spreading fast, and I feel my jeans tighten as the image sears into my brain. He notices, grinning wider, and slaps my back, the contact lingering. “Just a heads-up,” he adds, winking, and my face flushes red like a tomato.

We don’t stop there. The afternoon stretches on, and he opens up more, his voice softening as we wander from the park to a nearby coffee shop. Over steaming mugs, he tells me about his family—his dad’s death in a car accident when he was six, the way his mom spiraled into depression after, leaving him to fend for himself more than a kid should.

“She’d just sit there, staring at nothing,” he says, stirring his coffee absently. “I’d make her laugh, do stupid stuff like cartwheels in the living room or bad impressions. Anything to see her smile.” His eyes go distant, then clear. “School was rough after that. Kids picked on me, called me weak. So I flipped it by starting working out, got loud, and made tons of friends. Guess it just stuck.” He shrugs, but there’s weight there, a vulnerability that catches me off guard.

I tell him about my own quieter childhood, my parents’ support when I came out, and he listens, really listens, nodding like it matters. By the time we part ways, the sun’s dipping low, and I’m reeling from how much more there is to him than I ever guessed.

—

Monday morning, we meet the program manager in a sleek office, nerves buzzing. The agreement’s a stack of papers—legal jargon, safety clauses, a full year’s commitment. We sign, pens scratching in sync, and they hand us each a small box. Inside are the headbands, intricate and metallic, cool to the touch. 

The manager explains: wear them before sleep, tune them to matching frequencies, and during deep REM, our minds will transfer via a secure wireless network. “You’ll wake up in each other’s bodies,” she says, voice clipped. “By evening, strap them on again to swap back. Non-compliance means termination… or worse.” Mitch and I exchange a look, half-thrilled, half-tense, and nod. The boxes feel heavy in our hands as we leave, a shared promise sparking between us.

That evening, I’m in my room, setting up. I’ve tidied everything—fresh sheets, clean clothes laid out, notes scribbled for Mitch about my routine: Coffee, black, no sugar. Don’t touch the shellfish in the fridge. Outside my door, Katie’s leaning against the frame, arms crossed, glaring daggers. “I can’t believe you’re doing this,” she says, voice dripping with mock betrayal. “That meathead in your body? I’ll strangle you if he starts cracking those dumbass jokes.” I grin, adjusting the headband’s frequency to match Mitch’s.

“You’ll survive,” I tease. She snorts, stepping closer. “Yeah, well, you’d better not stink up his place with your nerd sweat... and have fun, I guess.” We laugh, the tension easing, and she ruffles my hair before heading to her room. “Night, weirdo,” she calls.

I strap the headband on, the hum soft and steady, and lie back, letting it lull me into darkness.

—

Morning creeps in like a slow burn. The sheets rasp against my skin, coarse and unfamiliar, clinging to me with a weight I’m not used to. The air hangs warm and thick, pressing into my lungs. Sunlight spills through the blinds, slanting across the room in golden streaks that don’t align with my usual view.

My arms rest heavy at my sides, solid and dense. My legs stretch long, toes brushing the edge of the bed where mine never reach. A scent curls into my nose, sharp and musky, raw and alive, stirring something deep. It takes a sluggish moment for my mind to catch up. Yesterday slams back. The headband. The swap. Mitch. I’m in his body.

I shift slightly, feeling the mattress dip under a frame broader than my own. My hand moves, hesitant, sliding across my stomach. The skin beneath my fingers is taut, warm, layered with a coarse trail of hair that prickles against my palm. It’s not my smooth, softer belly. It’s his, firm and sculpted, a landscape of muscle I’ve only dreamed of touching. I press harder, marveling at the solidness, the way it resists, the faint flex beneath.

My hand climbs higher, roaming over a chest thick with power. Hair curls under my fingertips, wiry and dense, tickling as I trace the contours of his pecs. I linger there, brushing a thumb over a nipple, and a jolt sparks through me, sharp and unexpected. His body hums with a sensitivity I’ve never known, every nerve awake and eager.

I open my eyes, slow and deliberate, letting the grogginess fade. The room swims into focus. Weights stack haphazardly in the corner, glinting dully in the light. A faded poster of some grunge band peels from the wall, corners curling. A gym bag slumps by the door, spilling a worn towel. Mitch’s space, chaotic and lived-in, surrounds me. I’m really here.

“Holy shit…”I lift my hands, staring at them. They’re bigger, rougher, knuckles scarred from years of lifting. I flex them, watching tendons shift under tanned skin, feeling strength coil in every movement. I reach up, tugging at the wiry hair sprouting from his armpit, damp with a faint sheen of sweat. I bring it to my nose and inhale deeply. 

“Fuuuck you smell so good, Mitch…” His scent floods me, rich and primal, a mix of clean sweat and something darker, more potent. It’s him, but sharper through his own senses, sinking into me like a drug. My head spins with it, pulse quickening.

I shift again, and that’s when I feel it. A deep, throbbing pressure pulses low, insistent and undeniable. My gaze drops. The navy-blue sheet tents over a bulge, massive and straining, pushing against the fabric with a force that makes my breath hitch. Mitch’s voice echoes in my memory, that cocky grin as he bragged about his killer morning wood. My mouth goes dry. My hands tremble, itching to explore. I’ve wanted this, him, for years, and now he’s mine to feel, to know.

“No way…” I can’t wait any longer. I grip the sheet with both hands, peeling it back in a slow, deliberate slide. It falls away, pooling at my thighs, and there he is. Mitch’s cock rises before me, a glistening monument of flesh. A dark, unruly tuft of hair crowns the base, framing its thickness. The shaft curves slightly, veined and heavy, slick with precum that coats it in a glossy sheen, catching the light. It’s breathtaking, more beautiful than any fantasy, pulsing with a life of its own. My heart pounds, loud in his broader chest.

I reach out, tentative at first, brushing my fingers along the underside. The contact sends a shockwave through me, raw and electric, rippling up his spine.

“Oh fuuuuuuuck…” I gasp, the sound low and rough, his voice spilling from my throat. It’s overwhelming, how sensitive he is, how every touch ignites a fire under his skin. I wrap my hand around him fully, fingers barely meeting around the girth. The heat sears into my palm, the slickness easing my grip as I stroke, slow and exploratory. Pleasure unfurls, deep and primal, spreading through his body in waves I can’t control.

It’s not just the act. It’s him. I’m feeling what he feels, living his morning ritual, and it’s unraveling me. My other hand slides up, roaming his chest again, tangling in the hair, pinching that nipple harder. A groan rumbles out, thick and guttural, vibrating in his ribcage. My hips twitch, instinctive, rocking into my hand as I find a rhythm. “I’m feeling what you’re feeling every morning, Mitch…”

Every sensation is amplified. The weight of his balls shifts as I move, heavy and full, brushing against my thighs. The muscles in his legs tense, thick and corded, flexing with each thrust. I drag my free hand down, gripping his hip, feeling the power there, the way his body is built to move, to dominate.

“I’m stroking your cock, Mitch. And it feels fucking amazing…” I stroke faster, firmer, chasing the heat pooling low. His cock throbs in my grasp, slick and insistent, precum dripping over my knuckles. I tilt my head back, sinking into the pillow, and let another moan escape, louder this time, raw and unrestrained. The sound of his voice, deep and needy, stokes the fire higher. I’m lost in him, in the strength of his frame, the roughness of his skin, the primal pulse driving me forward. “You’re so hairy, so hard, so perfect, Mitch!”

It builds, slow and relentless, a tidal wave gathering force. My toes curl tight, digging into the sheets. My ass clenches, muscles tightening as the pleasure coils sharper. My back arches, lifting off the bed, every sinew taut and trembling.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuck!!” The climax crashes over me, fierce and unyielding. I explode, a hot, endless rush, cum surging from his cock in thick, powerful ropes. It splatters across his hairy abs, streaking up his chest, pooling in the hollow of his collarbone. The first wave fades, and another follows, just as strong, painting his skin with more, dripping down his sides. 

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming with your cock, Mitch! Fuuuck!!” I groan through it, a long, broken sound, his voice cracking with the intensity. My hand keeps moving, milking every pulse, drawing it out as his body shudders beneath me. A third wave hits, weaker but still searing, splashing across his stomach, mingling with the mess. My muscles lock, spasming, chest heaving as the last trickle spills over my fingers, warm and sticky.

I collapse, breathless, sinking into the mattress. My breath comes in ragged gasps, filling his lungs with air that tastes of him. My hand stays wrapped around his cock, slick and softening, trembling with faint aftershocks. The other trails through the cum on his chest, smearing it into the hair, feeling the heat of his skin beneath. I’m drenched in him, coated in his release, and it’s surreal, intoxicating.

I lift a hand to his face, brushing the rough stubble along his jaw, tracing the curve of his lips. “I’m Mitch, and this is my body now…” I murmur, testing the name. His voice rolls out, deep and smooth, laced with a rasp from the groans. A laugh bubbles up, his laugh, loud and rough, shaking his frame. It jostles a final, tiny bead from his cock, glistening on the tip, and I shiver, still buzzing.

I lie there, reeling, every sense flooded with him. The weight of his body anchors me, solid and real. The scent of his sweat and release hangs heavy, a primal mark of what I’ve done. I’ve felt him, lived him, erupted as him, and it’s more than I ever dreamed. The morning stretches ahead, but for now, I stay still, wrapped in the afterglow, in the skin of the man I’ve craved for years.

~ End of Part One ~

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Haunted: Occupied

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. All the stories features only adult characters.

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

Haunted: Occupied

prologue: Haunted

part one: Possession Play

part two: The Bet

Zeke had left this world back in 2009 thanks to an overdose of hallucinogens at a party in the school gym.

He wasn’t very remembered, only a few people cried over his death. To most, he was just another kid who used to sneak off to smoke in the bathrooms during class. He wasn’t a troublemaker, just... mostly spaced out. And in the afterlife, he stayed that way. Due to the substances still lingering in his system when he died, as a ghost, he remained... well, high.

Consciousness in the clouds, a dopey smile on his lips, chasing imaginary butterflies. He was a good friend, when he didn’t lose track of the conversation. Luckily, today was one of his rare lucid days.

– So, are we ready to make the bet?

Brady finished saying, some ghosts murmured among themselves, Julian still looked annoyed and ended up storming out of the room without a word, followed by Elliot and Marco trying to calm him down.

Rex, another ghost, the classic “problem kid” who died mysteriously in the school’s mechanic workshop, just sat there, arms crossed and not amused.

– So what? We tell him we want to be friends? Kiss him and that’s it? He’s just gonna say yes?

– Please, my friends. You lack vision. Since when do mortals scare us like this? – Brady added, surprisingly confident for someone who died doing parkour off the school roof just to record it for YouTube.

– What if we possess him? – Daniel suggested, with that same uptight, political air he always had.

– Nah, that’s boring. The fun is in messing with him, showing him the ghost world. When have we really interacted with mortals without possessing them?

– Plenty of times, actually.

– No, no. I mean when they knew what was happening? When they saw their teacher suddenly turning into an exhibitionist, not just randomly, but because something else was controlling him.

– But that’s against Mr. Ashford’s rules. Mortals must not know about possession

– Mr. Ashford is a buzzkill. Besides, he’s just a mortal. What’s he gonna do? Tell someone? Best case, he ends up in a psych ward.

They all kept talking, too caught up to notice that Zeke had already slipped away. He moved carefully through the hallways, heading to one place: the principal’s office.

He dodged passing students and teachers — he didn’t want to end up inside the wrong body by accident. His original plan was to possess the principal himself. Total control, literally in the palm of his hand. But when he entered the office, it was completely empty.

– Shit…

He muttered, until he heard the door open.

– Sir? – The school secretary, around 26 years old, walked in. He wore a fitted, elegant suit that hugged his figure surprisingly well. Zeke immediately reconsidered his plan.

Without hesitation, he lunged at the man, entering through his mouth. The secretary tried to block whatever was forcing its way in, his face twisted in panic. He clutched his stomach, feeling it stretch unnaturally.

– What… is happening… to me? Ugh… I don’t feel so good… – he stammered, stumbling backwards – Someone… help…

But Zeke only needed five more seconds. The secretary collapsed to the floor, groaning and spasming violently before finally going limp. His eyes snapped open, now glowing green before fading gently.

– Holy shit – the previously straight-laced, no-nonsense secretary now smiled dreamily, stretching – You feel amazing

He ran his hands over his abs through the fabric of his shirt.

– Whoa! – he giggled, touching himself like a kid in a candy store. He even smacked his own ass playfully before locking the door and heading to the intercom. – Benjamin Willow, you are requested in the principal’s office.

He released the button and returned to admiring his new body, pressing, grabbing, exploring his chest through his shirt, moaning softly. The only downside to Zeke’s possessions was that his high transferred to the host too, making them sluggish and dazed.

– Shit, I’m hungry… – he whined, caressing his stomach, and then immediately feeling up his abs again. How did such a boring guy have such a great body? He flopped into the principal’s chair, spinning around aimlessly until the desk drawers caught his eye. Candy. Yes. He tore through the drawers and found a bag of hard candies, devouring them like there was no tomorrow.

It was confusing and grotesque to watch, especially since Zeke hadn’t possessed anyone in two months (not since that substitute teacher incident), and his cravings were out of control. The only way to satisfy them? A human body.

– Mfh… – he choked slightly, until a smell hit his nose and pulled him from his sugar frenzy. He sniffed the air and realized it was him. He removed his shoes, discovering the stench came from his own sweaty feet. With fascination, he began stroking his toes and soles, his hand sliding over the sweaty film.

He stripped off his socks to start sniffing them like there was no tomorrow, constantly pressing the stinking fabric against his nose. He tested the elasticity of that body, lifting his foot to smash it directly against his face, licking it greedily.

So focused was he that he didn’t hear the doorknob turning.

– Sir? You wanted me to see you?...

Benji stopped mid-sentence. The secretary was there, foot jammed into his own face, tongue out, crotch visibly hard against his underwear.

Zeke didn’t stop. It was a miracle Benji didn’t run for the hills. He just froze in place. The ghost finally noticed the eye contact and smiled dopily.

– Heeey… You’re... Georgie? No, wait, Robbie. Yeah, Robbie.

– My name is Benji, sir.

– Ah. Yeah, yeah, that’s what I said.

Zeke smiled in denial, Benji was clearly nervous. Was it... safe to stay with this guy? He knew the secretary well and he was always reserved, methodical and conservative, so now seeing him act like this was a revelation. He closed the door to sit in the chair across from him.

– So... why did you call me here?

– Well, Kenji.

– Benji.

– Right, right. I heard you had a little... gummy bear incident? Almost choked? Yeah?

Benji couldn't look away at all at the secretary's constant fiddling with his feet, even the smell of sweat hit him and.... He didn't entirely dislike it.

– Is that a problem?

– Not at all. I just want to know… Have you seen, felt, or sensed anything... unusual lately?

《 Like this? 》 he thought, but kept quiet.

– I… don’t know what you mean, sir.

Zeke kept fiddling with his new feet, stretching and spreading them, there was even a point where he didn't pay attention to the boy at all as long as he kept fiddling with his new body.

– C’mon, man. You must’ve seen something strange.

Benji thought back. Just moments ago he had witnessed something pretty weird in the gym, a guy floating around, one of the typical jocks acting weird and.... Being indecent in public, and then the other guy. His own scream. He thought he was going crazy, it had all started with that gummy bear. What if he had some mental disorder already? Did he have a family history of that?

Nervousness settled in him. He couldn't tell that man what he had seen, he would send him straight to a psychiatrist!

– I—well... I don’t think I felt anything unusual. Just shock, I guess. Like, my life flashing before my eyes or whatever – he lied again. He only heard those voices... And one of them, he heard again in the gym.

Yeah, he was totally crazy. 

– Really? Nothing like... ghosts?

He swallowed hard.

– Ghosts? Of course not! Haha. Why would I see that? They don’t exist, sir.

Zeke’s smile faded to a serious look.

– No? Are you sure?

– Because they’re not real…

Zeke wasn’t sure if what he was about to do was from being so high, or genuine intent. “Seeing is believing” – he thought.

He spread his legs and pulled down the secretary’s pants, exposing his bulge. He propped his feet up on the desk and put his hands behind his head. Benji stared in horror and confusion. What the actual fuck…?

– If ghosts aren’t real… Why is your super serious secretary acting like this? No pants, stinky feet, flexing in front of a student? Huh?

– Um... well…

– That’d be totally weird, right?

Benji was speechless. His heart raced. He couldn’t move.

– Just watch. Then we talk.

Benji watched in terror as the man's body began to shake hard, his feet pounded the table a little more as he made strange sounds, as if trying to regurgitate something. His eyes lit up green and from his mouth emanated a smoke of the same color with an aroma of... Mary Jane?

Gradually it dispersed into the figure of a boy, he had a bit of a smirk, tousled hair and a summery vibe, although he had that smell clinging to him.

– Shit... Why does it smell so much?

– Oh yeah, it does. That's how I died, sorry.

– Died?

– Yup. I’m a ghost. See?

He gestured like he was showing off a prize. His eyes looked slightly bloodshot and sleepy. Benji was scared, yes. Though not so much as to run away from the scene as he had in the gym. So... Was he getting crazier?

– How do I know you’re not just a hallucination?

– Good question. Smart guy – Zeke looked around, then pointed to the desk – I can tell you what’s inside that drawer. If I’m right, you’ll know it’s real.

– But…

– Please. You may be crazy, but you can’t see through furniture.

Zeke peeked inside and quickly pulled back.

– A magazine.

– A magazine?

– Yep. Not just any kind, either.

Benji got up to look at the desk, he was waiting for the ghost to pull the drawer open, but nothing.

- I can't take up that much force, at least not in a physical body.

Just as if sensing the stimulus, the secretary's body let out a groan.

- Won't he wake up?

- Nahhh, not at all, man. Human bodies require some time after a possession. At least he'll be like this for 10 minutes.

Benji without further ado, opened the drawer, and indeed found a somewhat... “adult” magazine. So he immediately closed the drawer again.

- Okay, I believe you. But... Do you want to possess me or something?

– Possess you? Nah. Well, I mean, you’ve got a cute body and all but… – Benji glared, and Zeke shut up. Then extended his hand – I’m Zeke.

– Zeke?

– Well, Ezekiel. But yeah. You can call me Zeke.

Benji looked at the hand, wary.

– You’re not gonna possess me if I touch you?

– No. I need a body cavity. Touch doesn’t cut it, real life’s not like movies.

Benji nodded and shook his hand.

– Nice to meet you, Zeke.

They smiled for a second. Then Zeke, still a little spaced out, blurted:

– Well, I guess I won the bet.

– Bet?

– Yeah! There are more ghosts at school. We bet who could reach you first, since you’re the first living person who can see us. Isn’t that wild?

Benji was dumbfounded, what had he just said? He felt used without a doubt. Like a mere toy, now ghosts were using him like that too?

That was the last straw. He didn't even answer anything, tears were threatening to gush out and he wouldn't cry in front of him. He simply turned to leave, slamming the door.

Zeke stood in confusion, returned his gaze back to the secretary, lifting his shoulders.

- Looks like it's just you and me, big guy – he grinned before pouncing back against his body and possessing him.

The man's body twitched violently for a while until he opened his eyes again with that typical Zeke smile.

- Well, where do we stand?

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Hello everyone!

This will be a new series of stories called “Haunted”, set in a school and will feature lots and lots of possessions, body changes and more. I hope you liked it and you're ready for lots and lots of possessions with armpits, sweat, muscles and feet included. In this series of stories, absolutely all characters are adults — including ghosts, the bodies they inhabit, and every other protagonist involved

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Island Boys

I still wasn’t used to the weight of my new body.

The broad shoulders, the thick, muscular legs, the voice that rumbled from my throat like distant thunder—I’d wake up every morning, stare into the mirror, and half expect to see my old self blinking back at me. But instead, I saw Gabe: six-foot-something, golden tan, and annoyingly handsome even with bedhead.

Two months ago, I was Jessica Moore, president of Kappa Delta, pre-law student, and queen of campus fashion. Now? I was trapped in the jock body of Gabe fucking Thompson, a junior in Sigma Tau with a finance major and a dumbass shark tattoo on my thigh. And worst of all? I had his damn friends too.

We hadn’t planned to stick together, but the Great Shift left us little choice. Somehow, every girl in my sorority house had ended up in a frat guy’s body—and every guy in Sigma Tau had ended up as a Kappa Delta girl. A cruel cosmic joke. And yet, here we were—still taking our summer trip to Hawaii like nothing had happened.

“Yo, Jess,” Dylan (well, Amanda, now in Dylan’s body) called to me from down the beach, grinning through Dylan’s chiseled face. “Get in the damn water!”

I gave a half-hearted wave. “In a sec!”

They were all adjusting better than I expected. Maria—now in Owen’s body—had already mastered doing flips off the rocks. Chloe, in Max’s lean frame, had started flirting with locals like she’d been born with that smile. And me? I was still trying to figure out how to walk without my thighs rubbing together. How the hell do guys deal with this bulk?

I glanced down at the beer in my hand, warm from the sun, then at the tangle of tanned, shirtless bodies around me. I wasn’t Jessica anymore, not on the outside. But I’d be damned if I let that stop me from enjoying this trip.

Even if I had to do it with a guy’s voice and balls.

I exhaled, popped the tab, and jogged down to the water.

“Alright,” I muttered, “island boy it is.”

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So basically, within the past 3 days, I've been pranked and played by my friends...

They've switched bodies with my two older brothers and my dad, and I'm nonetheless knowledgeable that it was them, until I saw them doing something I can't ponder my family would do [Writer's choice]

It Was Just A Prank

Chris:

My family, like most, is a bit different. I’ve grown up in a all male household with my dad and my two older brothers.

Before my dad had me, my brother’s both were born a year apart by two different women.

Both of them get along very well, probably because they have so much in common.

You have my oldest brother Lance who spends most of his time at the gym or working on his bike.

He’s a sophomore in college (although he’s so jacked that you’d assume he’s older) and honestly I could tell you what he’s majoring in…

And then you have my other brother Ian. Ian is more of a social butterfly than the both of us. He’s in some frat and I’m sure parties just about every weekend.

Both of them are rarely home these days, which just leave me with my dad Roger.

My dad like my brother’s is typically working out or he’s at work. The only time we really talk is at dinner. Which is always the same ‘how was your day’ boring conversation.

That’s why, I spend a lot more time with my friends Kevin, Jake, and Sean. We are the four best buds.

All of us are a bit of nerds in our own ways, we spend most of our time playing video games, fighting over our favorite indie films, playing D&D, or talking about hot guys…

I guess it’s not too crazy that the nerdy gay guys all hang out together. But one thing we always do once a month is play this game called the best prank.

Concept and rules are pretty easy, we all put our names into a hat, whoever was pranked last time pulls the name, and then they get to pick the prank on that person.

A lot of our pranks are silly but sometimes we get really competitive. Especially me…

Last month, I convinced Kevin that I accidentally totaled his dad’s Mercedes. I got a guy to pretend to be a police offer, made some fake accident photos of what looked like his dad’s car… it was hilarious!

But now, I’m wondering if Kevin pulled my name or someone else’s… it’s getting close to the end of the month and so far no one’s been pranked yet…

I’ve tried asking Jake and Sean if they knew anything yet but both of claim they don’t know a thing.

Well, I guess I’ll have to keep my eyes peeled.

Anyways, my brothers are coming in town today. Something happened with their schools piping so they’re starting winter break very early.

I walk to my house and the first person I see is Lance. He must be working on his bike right now.

“Hey Lance,” I say to him trying not to sound overly excited. I do think I missed them, I’m just not sure if they missed me.

Lance, seemed to be really distracted for some reason. He keeps grabbing on his pants.

“Hello! Earth to Lance!” I say waving my hand around.

“Oh hey! Sorry Chris I didn’t see you haha.”

Lance grins at me and pulls me in for a hug, which felt odd… normally Lance just gives me a “sup.” I guess he did miss me.

“How have you been little bro?” he says stilling grinning.

“Good haha, how’s college?” I say back.

“It’s good, you know same old sh^t. Are you about to go upstairs?”

“Yeah that’s the plan haha.”

“Cool, if you see Ian can you tell him to come down?”

“Sure thing!”

“Thanks bro, I’ll catch up with you later,” he says winking at me.

As I head into the house, I still have this strange feeling about Lance but I soon forget about it as I walk past Ian’s room.

I hear loud music playing and Ian saying, “D@mn! I look so hot in this!”

I knock on the door but the musics too loud for him to hear me.

“Ian!! It’s Chris, can I come in?”

Still no answer.

I open up the door and find Ian standing in his old wrestling uniform flexing in the mirror.

“Uhhh Ian?”

“Oh sorry!! I was just… just seeing if this still fits me…”

I looked my brother over and notice his bulge…

Well this is awkward…

Ian walks up to me and also pulls me to a tight hug.

“Chris! I’ve missed you buddy!!”

“Thanks Ian, I’ve missed you too…”

It’s so weird… both of my brothers are being really friendly right now. Maybe they’ve just matured at college?

Ian catches up with me for a few before I tell him Lance is looking for him.

Ian pulls me in for one more hug.

“I’ll see you at dinner,” he says before heading downstairs.

I head back to my room and laid down on my bed. My mind raced… not so much about my brother’s nicest but Kevin’s prank.

I just want to know, who did he pick and what does he have planned?

Kevin (Earlier This Morning):

“Mr. Reynolds, I’m Mr. Reynolds,” I say to my new reflection in the mirror. God this is great!

I wasn’t sure if this was going to work but I knew I needed to get Chris back. Especially after his last prank!

But this one, this is going to be the ultimate prank!

A couple of weeks ago, I was doing some research trying to figure out my prank. That’s when I stumbled upon this spell.

The website seemed kinda sketchy but I figured worst case I’d come up with something else if it didn’t work.

Last night, I tried it on myself before pulling Jake and Sean into it.

I followed all the instructions and laid down in my bed.

When I woke up, I found myself in a new room that looked familiar— specifically Chris’s dads room.

I looked down at Mr. Reynolds long hairy legs…

He’s so hot!!! Tbh, I’ve had a crush on Chris’s dad for years now.

Sean, Jake, and I talk a lot about how hot Chris’s entire family is… and now I’m inside his sexy dad!?!

This may even be better than the prank!

I quickly got out of bed and told both Sean and Jake to meet me at Chris’s house.

It took a little bit for them to believe me but after I revealed some of their personal stuff— they knew I wasn’t the actual Mr. Reynolds.

They were a little apprehensive at first…

“Kev, this is freaky and kinda cool but what about Mr. Reynolds, Lance, and Ian? Will they be us?” says Jake.

“Yes, well kinda— they’ll be in our bodies but none of them will know about the switch. They’ll just think they’ve been you the entire time. They’ll act like you, think like you— I promise it’s full proof!!”

Both of them looked at each other and then back at me.

“Are y’all in?” I say to them.

“I’m so down but I’ll call dibs on Ian!” says Sean.

“Ugh!! Not fair, I wanted Ian!!” says Jake.

I roll my eyes at the both of them.

“Sean you take Ian and Jake you take Lance.”

“Fine! Lance is still super hot,” says Jake.

We all laugh and I get them to head back to their houses with the spell instructions.

Soon as the real Ian and Lance show up, I greet them and they both head to their bedrooms.

About an hour later, both of them come out grinning…

“Hi dad,” says Jake with a smirk.

“More like daddy!! HAHAHAHA,” says Sean.

We all three laugh.

“Ohhh this is going to be great! Best prank ever!!!” I say holding out my hand.

All three of us put our new hands in together.

“All the count of three… best prank ever… 1….2…3!!”

“BEST PRANK EVER!”

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Another Hard Day

I walked up the steps to my house. I threw open the door and tossed down my briefcase and kicked off my shoes. My boss was riding me hard again, and not the kind I liked. I loosened my tie and started to pull a beer out from the fridge when my son stomped down the stairs.

Freshly eighteen, he bounded springily with a smile on his face. He carried that youthful glow that told of no stress or troubles. He was probably going to the gym like he did each day when I got off work. I watched with envy as his workout clothes hugged his lean, toned body in ways that my stretched button down shirt could no longer do. I had been like that in my youth. In fact, he and I looked like brothers, if I was thirty years younger and several pounds lighter.

"Tough day, dad?" He asked. He adjusted his bulge and fished out his car keys. I swear he touched himself on purpose, but knowing how I was at that age, it was probably instinct. His huge bulge looked tightly packed in his jockstrap. It probably itched.

"Gotta pay for that car somehow," I growled.

My son was spoiled, no doubt about that. But seeing him so happy and fit and desired by girls and guys brought a satisfaction to me. People might imagine that I live vicariously through my son, that I imagine his life fucking and doing stupid teen shit, but that wasn't the half of it.

"Well, I hope you relax," he said as he leaned over to give me a brief hug.

At least he's grateful, I thought. It makes this harder.

As he leaned in, I placed my hand at the back of his head and found the secret mark I placed there on his 18th birthday. As soon as my thumb touched the spot, I felt myself drifting away and returning back, seeing my aged body slump into the kitchen chair.

In my son's body, I stripped off my gym shorts and let my cock-stuffed jockstrap fall to around my ankles. I pulled my performance tee over my head and flexed my arms and let my sweaty armpits breathe. I took in that deep musk and let the young athlete smell rile my cock to attention. I felt pure ecstasy as I felt my control shoot through every nerve ending and into each muscle. My abs tensed, my chest tingled, my balls throbbed.

Each day is a struggle to get out of bed, but coming home from work has it perks when I get to relive my youth wearing him. I might jerk off in the kitchen and shoot my load over my chest and abs, then lick it off. Or maybe I'll save that cum and head to the gym and find some guy to do the work for me. I had all evening and all night to get it done. Then tomorrow is another day.

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Request: Goo'd Up

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.

Request: Goo'd Up

- I look good, don't you think?

"Jin" smiled as he flexed his arms with an arrogant smile, raising his arms a little more so he could smell his armpit, feeling the strong musky aroma, rancid and powerful, looking directly at a jar with a viscous substance similar to slime.

And that was not Jin, it was Richard.

A nerd from the guy's school, and he was obsessed with the asian guy, why? Well, it was easy to answer: He was handsome, muscular, stinky, manly and charming. And Richard loved that, he was night after night looking for a way to have him for himself, he even thought about hypnosis, he wanted it either way, for him, or to be him.

And apparently it was quicker to get the second one. He found an Internet, very deep down, a kind of ritual that allowed him to detach from his body, and transform his soul into a goo, he had one hour to find his host or he would disappear.

It was a risky gamble, but Richard wanted to put everything in the bag, it was all or nothing. And he had finally succeeded.

He knew where the guy lived, after all, they were both from the same neighborhood, he went to some of his parties when they were both teenagers and talked to him, over time that changed radically but... They were other details. He crept through the garden until he reached the backyard, where Jin was lying on a hammock, asleep.

To Richard's surprise, in his slime form he was quite fast, too fast. He climbed up the trunk where the cloth was tied to stop on one of the branches, observing his opponent from above.

He calculated the trajectory a little, he had to enter through some orifice, so he chose the mouth. He pounced quickly, taking advantage of the fact that the guy was about to snore, without any resistance, he entered suddenly. This caused Jin to stand up confused, trying to get out whatever it was trying to enter. He thought that maybe it was an insect or that he swallowed saliva by accident, but when he felt it move and stretch, he panicked even more.

He tried to put his fingers in his mouth to pull it out but it was impossible, Richard was already spreading all over his body, the athlete felt how he lost more and more control of his body, it was like a tingling and numbness sensation, his fingers stayed in his mouth while he completely lost control.

Slowly he opened his eyes, although that was no longer Jin, it was Richard. He felt his new long fingers in his mouth and with an awkward smile he soon began to lick them greedily and desperately, they still had a very faint touch of sweat. Though at that he felt a discomfort from his stomach, like a cramp, and then a gag, and another.

He had no choice but to lean to the side and pull whatever it was that was trying to come up his throat, he thought maybe he had lost control of Jin's body, but when it finally came out, he found himself still in control. 

He looked at his hands in confusion, then looked down and found another slime substance that looked like the one before, only this one was red. He realized that surely that was Jin, that was never mentioned in ritual but it made sense that only one presence could inhabit the body.

He grabbed it quickly before he could get his bearings, he squeezed it between his hand with all his strength, it was complicated because it slipped but as he could he got to the kitchen to put it in a jar and lock it inside. The substance stuck against the glass, but it was impossible to get out, he was desperate, Richard just looked at him with a crooked smile.

- It is useless for you to try to escape.

He took the vial in his hands to shake it viciously. He placed it back on the counter and began to touch himself unabashedly in front of its former owner.

- But what great muscles you have, I never thought I would have a six-pack! - the guy said with a chuckle before taking the jar to unabashedly show him his abdomen.

Richard was enjoying flattering himself and showing off his newfound talents to Jin, he was being a bit cruel, yes. But now he had the body of his dreams, he was no longer a scrawny nerd that others picked on, now he was strong, stinky, a jock par excellence.

He took the bottle to go up to his new room, there was chaos in it, dirty clothes here and there, the bed unmade, weights, some posters of models and cars, the typical room of a straight guy.

- Yuck... We have to remodel as soon as possible, don't you think?

The slime stuck again without much success, it was left on the table while Richard kept examining himself, he raised his hairy armpits with a smile.

- Hey, I don't know why you insist on always slathering on deodorant, after today, these guys will be so stinky that everyone will know you as “stinky Jin” or something.

He chuckled under his breath, stroking his abs or flexing his arms with total sass. He was loving being this arrogant, how sharp his jaw was, he was even coming up with something a hell of a lot more... interesting.

He took off the red shorts he was wearing before to be in just boxers, marveling at his shapely frame, with his huge pecs, his biceps, and gosh... that huge ass. He looked so plump, she didn't hold back and gave him a squeeze that made him gasp, it was like feeling electricity all over him.

- Oh my God, yes!

He groped hisbuttocks from below, bouncing them over and over again with giggles and gasps.

- Holy shit, I'll never give up this body!

Though in his excitement and carelessness, Jin, inside the jar, had managed to start sliding down the table to try to reach the edge, fall and escape once the glass was broken. He was just about to get there, the jar was wobbling to hit the floor, but just as it was about to hit, Richard ended up grabbing it.

- Nice try, how dumb do you think I am?

He shook the jar with all his might by way of punishment.

- As much fun as I find having you locked up in there, you'll be a constant nuisance... So what can I do with you? - he pondered until he smiled mischievously.

Richard was enjoying being Jin, he loved his new social status, being popular, the star of all the games (as it turned out he also got to keep the host's muscle memory), and those huge muscles. He couldn't get enough of massaging his pecs, and having the attention of other men (especially nerds, his old friends had had hours of fun with Jin's body.

In fact the old Jin was now one of them, since he placed it directly in his former body, sealing it there (because of course, he erased all traces of the ritual, and no way he would tell anyone how to do it, that secret would be only his), at least until he got fed up with Jin and wanted to be someone else.

But for that it would be a long time yet, because he loved being a sweaty sportsman.

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My mate is such a sore ass loser! We took a bet that whoever beats the other in the game would have free access to possess the other, but he decided to cheat and take over my body! All I could he heard was "Looks like I'm the real winner after all, bro!" before drowning into my subconscious...

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Entry #53: His Body Is A Temple

I always go for solo travelers—fit, straight, and focused on “finding themselves.” Makes it easier when I take over and redirect their little journeys. Why book a flight when I can slip right into a tight-bodied tourist already deep in paradise?

This one was perfect. You could tell by his clothes and haircut—definitely some kind of Euro backpacker. Moped. Clean buzzed hair. Bro was gripping the handlebars, lips slightly parted, focused on the road like it was a mission. Serious, hot, unaware he was about to become mine.

I had other plans.

Slid into him mid-ride. His back arched, thighs clenched, jaw dropped with a grunt—“Uuhhhhnn…” That thick accent wrapped around the sound so perfectly. He pulled over fast, body twitching, chest heaving. I made him lift the phone and snap that first selfie. Damn. That face? Brooding. Sculpted. You can see it in the shot—brows drawn, eyes intense, lips pressed like he’s deep in thought. Serious. Focused. Like he’s still trying to figure out what’s happening… but I’m already in full control. That calm, collected expression? All mine now as I made him flash a cocky smirk. I looked down to see his body more. His chest was the first thing I noticed—tight, defined, sweat clinging to it, begging to be enjoyed.

No more sightseeing. He’s the attraction now.

Fast-forward to tonight. Local club, packed and steamy. I got him shirtless the second we walked in, sweat already working down his tight chest and abs. Arms up, hips grinding into the next guy who couldn't keep his hands to himself. The locals eat him up—fingers dragging over pecs, tracing the lines down his stomach, sneaking under the waistband.

I’m the one making this damp, glistening body thrust, flex, moan.

“Fffuuckk… yeah—touch me right there…” I groaned through his lips, head rolling back, the voice drenched in lusty need.

He’s not just sweating anymore. His cock throbbed in the shorts, soaked with pre, twitching from the overload. Every movement, every one of his moans—mine.

I’ve had him going nonstop, his body fully trained to obey my every filthy urge. He wanted self-discovery. I gave him a new identity.

Mmm, yeah… he was supposed to be finding temples. Now he’s the one being worshipped.

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Never Ending Holiday

I’m a demon and a particularly nasty one, at that. Okay fine, that’s a lie. I suck. I can’t do much of anything. It’s why I escaped Hell. I was tired of all the other demons making fun of me for not being able to fly, having little to no magical abilities, and just being not all that scary. Any horror movie cast with me as the monster would be actually labeled a comedy.

The most torment came at how I harvested souls. The rest of them can just go up and tear it from a human. Not me. I have to actually take over the victim through a crack in their soul and slowly rot away at it from the inside until it breaks and I get forcibly ejected, leaving behind a husk. It’s a rather slow process and requires me to essentially be them for quite a while.

But I get the last laugh! Playing at being human can get me to many places that most demons can only dream of! By hitching a ride on a human who wandered near the border to Hell (it’s near Hoboken, in case you’re wondering), I got away from those bastards! And even better, as I’m actually doing the job of a demon, the higher-ups in Hell don’t actually care that I’m not there!

So, I just hopped from place to place, leaving a trail of soulless corpses in my wake until I settled in this nice little town in Mexico. It’s quite lovely here. It hardly rains, the ocean is gorgeous, and the locals are nice. As to how I avoid detection, I just hop into tourists! I get to be a rich person in a town of peasants (that’s the one thing bad about this place, it’s poor to actually live here). I get treated like royalty all the time! And no one here knows how the person is supposed to act, so I don’t even have to try to learn anything! It’s great!

The local policia are distraught by what they think to be this really weird serial killer targeting tourists, but little do they know it’s a demon. They can never pin it down on anyone near any of the scenes of the crimes as it’s technically a different person doing it each time! It’s really laughable watching them scramble like headless chickens. It’s gotten to the point where after I take a body, I just sit and watch until the police come by to try and fail how my last victim died. They and no one else will stop my never ending holiday! Ahahahahaha!

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After Gym Takeover

Jock gets home after the gym and immediately starts admiring his physique in the mirror... though when he turns around, something flows straight into his muscular chest...

Watch the full vid on patreon!

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PriDEMONth

"D-do I really have to be naked behind the board?" Austin asked, stammering as he did. He learned to control his blush through intense training after a modeling firm picked him up when he graduated high school at 19. Learning to stop blushing and learning to stop feeling flustered were two entirely different things, however. "I f-fail to see how a nude photo will land me any more gigs..." he said to his agent, who simply smirked at him.

"Austin, you're young and you don't know much about how this works. You have an amazing body, but your current demo photos hide it! You need to feel some pride in your physique and show some skin if you want the big gigs." Austin grumbled under his breath that his agent had to be some sort of demon to want to exploit him so badly. Of course, poor Austin had no idea he was speaking to a demon in a human shell. "L-look I've been thinking, I'm more of a temporary model anyways. The agency only pays me when I get a gig so maybe I should just...q-quit." The demon occupying his agent quickly changed expression from one that was of fake concern to one of anger. "Austin...you can't quit now. It's June, the gays would go crazy for a guy with your body! I put so much work into getting where you are now, if you just had some more pride you would get so many more gigs!"

Austin simply shook his head, crouching down while keeping the board level with his crotch to hide everything as he grabbed his white briefs. "I-I'm real sorry Mr. Fierte, but I don't think I'm made out for this. It was f-fun when I was doing those clothing store shoots but this is too much for me..." Fierte only smirked at the boy as he pulled the briefs up and turned his back. "That's okay. I don't need you to feel pride, just your body!" Austin turned, confused by what Fierte said only to see black smoke barreling towards him, gasping and inadvertently letting that smoke right in. He staggered back, gasping and trying to call for help in vain. Soon enough everything went black for him as the demon Fastus took hold of his body, Austin remaining barely conscious in his own mind, unaware he even existed still.

Fastus was a demon who fed on the emotion of pride, on hubris and arrogance. He bounced around human bodies, choosing ones he felt had potential to make it big under his control and keep them barely alive within themselves, just conscious enough to feel pride for him to feed off of. His last body was a man named Donovan Smith until Fastus took him over and changed his last name to align with his mission more closely. As Mr. Fierte Fastus signed on several models, feeding on both the pride his body felt and the hubris that the models began to feel under his guidance. Austin wrecked these plans for Fastus after Fastus took a gamble on the young man being able to come out of his shell. His reputation was damaged by Austin's inability to feel pride, his models were toying around with the idea of finding another agent and the agency was losing faith in him. It was the perfect time to jump ships, and which ship could be better than the boy who ruined his favorite source of pride yet?

He flexed his arms and grinned, looking around to make sure that it was still his former vessel, which had collapsed, and his new one in the studio. "Oh yes boy, I am going to keep modeling in this body, just a type of modeling you would absolutely hate." He dropped Austin's briefs to the ground and grabbed the young man's shaft, starting to stroke it as he moaned. "Lots of our models left to do OnlyFans, and a body like this, with all this potential? I could not think of a better one to make my own with!" The sweet expression Austin typically wore was gone, replaced by an arrogant sneer as the demon stroked his new cock with gusto. "No one will recognize you when I am done with you, but I will be wealthy and drooled over! I will harvest so much pride from you that I may never leave this body of yours!" He smirked as he walked over to Donovan, his cock twitching and on the verge of orgasm. "Your sensitivity needs work, but thankfully a demon like me knows how to fix whelps like you!' He grabbed his unconcious former vessel's face, turning it to face him as he roared out, shooting a thick load all over it with a deranged smirk. "That was my way of saying 'thank you' for the fun years together Donovan. Enjoy the sinking ship that is your life after I withdraw from the agency." He dropped Donovan to the ground again, grinning as he grabbed the rest of Austin's clothes and put them on, leaving the studio.

"Ah...I do love June, all the pride in the air makes a demon feel euphoric!" The demon knew the perfect place to start anew, an adult pride festival would have plenty of OnlyFans models for him to charm and whose pride and popularity he could take advantage of.

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Five years later Fastus made good on his promise to make Austin unrecognizable. He was in the top 1% of OnlyFans earner, had a reputation for being a well-endowed and talented lover and lived in a mansion where he fucked and was worshipped every single day. Every year on June Fastus made sure to give every fan who wanted it a special "meet and greet" just to give back to the community that made his new body so popular...

And feed off the pride they made him feel when they worshipped at his feet, of course.

(This was kind of a shit post story because I find the PriDEMONth thing to be so funny tbh but I put some effort in and I hope you guys like it!)

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"I'm the personal trainer now!"

“No! Get out of me!” my former personal trainer screamed inside my head, “You freak! Stop using me like this!”

“Oh, you like it,” I smirked.

I effortlessly performed a set of single-handed push-ups using the strong arms and solid abdomen I now possessed and controlled.

“It’s so easy,” I remarked, “Now that I have the right body for it.”

I flipped over on my back and used the memory of my former trainer to run through a practiced routine of sit-ups and planks that left my eight-pack burning and feeling ripped. I tasted my former personal trainer’s sweat as it dripped down my forehead and over the scruffy mouth that I had taken from him.

“Mmm,” I moaned in his deep voice, “You taste even better than I expected.”

In a moment of pure ecstasy, I briefly lost control.

“Get out of me, you freak!” the trainer managed to yell through his own vocal cords, “Give me my body back!”

I swallowed down the trainer’s voice and regained control of the body. I felt his consciousness sink back down into the darkness.

“Nice try,” I grinned, “No chance you’re getting this body back. I’m the personal trainer now!”