jonmcilhenny1

[jonmcilhenny1]

Experiential Learning

“Dude, I don’t get it.”

“What’s not to get?” Mike grinned.

The two men paused their jog, taking a few deep breaths and basking in the warmth of the summer air. Jason wiped some sweat from his forehead and looked towards his friend.

“I guess I can understand it, well in theory.” Jason continues, running a hand through his blond hair, “But you’re telling me you’ll fuck around for hours and still not blow? Like, what’s the point?”

“That is the point, bro.” Mike stretches his muscular arms, “When you're right on the edge, so close to release... it's like nothing else. Fuck... and when you do finally let go.” His grin widens, “Fucking mind-blowing, best orgasm you’ll ever have.”

“Yeah but dude, isn't it just torture? Having to hold back all that time?” Jason shakes his head, “I'd rather just bust a nut and be done with it. Fuck, how do you get anything done? I feel like I’d be so fucking horny all day.”

Mike chuckles and slaps Jason on the back, “Oh man, it’s about the journey, not the destination. And that journey could last for hours, even days if you get as good as me.”

Jason raises an eyebrow skeptically. “Hours? Days? Dude, I don't know if my balls could take that much punishment. Sounds like a case of self-inflicted blue balls.”

“Ah you’re boring, man.” Mike shrugs, “But if you ever want a lesson.” He winks playfully.

“Gross dude.” Jason chuckles, “You do you, man. Just glad I’m not your cock.”

“You wish you were.” Mike laughs, “C’mon, lets finish this run.”

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It’s the next morning when Jason is awakened by the sound of an unfamiliar alarm.

“Ugh fuck.” He thinks. His body feels stiff- more so than what he would’ve expected from the intensity of his workout yesterday, “I didn’t go that hard.” He thinks, his thoughts shifting to the blaring alarm, “Okay, okay... I can’t see anything...” It was so dark, and he was covered in warm fabric, “Those black out curtains are good...” He tries to reach out towards the sound of the alarm, “My arms... I can’t move my arms...” It’s a strange sensation, as if he doesn’t have arms to move.

As the realization slowly dawns on Jason, panic begins to set in. He tries to sit up, to move his legs, but feels only a strange, throbbing heat emanating from below. Each movement he makes just causes his body to twitch. He tries again and again to move, but nothing responds to his mental commands. Even his desperate attempts to call out for help are useless. No words are able to leave his mouth, which feels forced open in an circular shape. The only thing Jason can feel is his form rubbing against something soft with each weak twitch of his stiff body.

“Ugh fuck...” Jason perks up at the sound of Mike voices, “God damnit... this fuckin’ alarm.”

The alarm is silenced and Mike throws the sheets off of him. The light shines through the room, illuminating it and giving Jason a better view. Jason can barely process his new perspective. He finds himself looking directly up at Mike's toned abdominal muscles, the individual abs clearly defined. His gaze traces up further, taking in the expansive, sculpted pectoral muscles above. To either side of Jason, towering and filling his entire field of vision, are Mike's colossal thighs. He can feel the warmth radiating from them.

“C’mon dude! Don’t you see me?” Jason thinks, an increasing sense of panic welling up from inside him.

Mike yawns and looks down, a slow grin forming across his face. Jason can feel Mike’s eyes on him and he wants to ask why the hell his buddy is smiling at him. More importantly, he wanted to ask why the fuck he was apparently in his bed, wedged between his bro’s thighs. But he couldn’t- for whatever reason he could form the words.

“Well hello there, handsome.” Mike chuckles to himself, “Looks like someone's ready to start the day.” Mike reaches down at wraps his meaty hand around his throbbing cock.

A jolt of intense pleasure shoots through Jason's entire being as he feels Mike's strong hand wrap around his body. The sensation is overwhelming - every nerve ending seems to come alive at once. He can feel the texture of Mike's skin, the slight calluses on his palm, the firm yet gentle grip. As Mike begins to stroke, slowly at first then picking up speed, waves of ecstasy pulse through Jason's new body. He twitches and throbs in Mike's grasp, growing even harder.

“Oh god oh fuck what the hell is happening?! I.... ohhhh.... please stop..... I'm not a dick.... I'm not a damn cock! I’m a man!”

Jason's mind reels as the sensations intensify. Mike's grip tightens, stroking faster now. Jason's thoughts grow increasingly slurred and fragmented.

“Nnngh f-fuck... s'too much...” Jason's brain fogs over with each pump of Mike's fist. The pleasure is all-consuming, wiping away coherent thought, “Can't... can't think straight...”As Mike's strokes become more urgent, Jason's resolve crumbles. The boundaries of his identity blur and fade, “I'm... I'm not... hnnngh! 

Jason's protests dissolve. In his hazy, lust-addled state, the idea of being separate from Mike's cock starts to seem absurd. After all, everything that made him Jason was gone. His firm pecs, muscular arms, toned legs- gone, his body just a veiny, thick shaft. His handsome features, killer smile- gone, just a pink cock head. Jason's mind goes completely blank as the pleasure peaks. All rational thought vanishes, replaced only by pure, primal need.

“Yes... I am a cock... Mike's cock...” Jason thinks, his remaining shreds of identity merging fully with his new role, “This is all I am, all I've ever been...” His purpose becomes clear, “Need... to... cum...”

But the hand stops. And as it does, Mike throws back his head and moans, basking in the pleasure and pain of denied release. All the while, Jason is suddenly jolted back to reality, his thoughts becoming clear, as a sense of clarity washes over him.

“Fuck...” He thinks as he regains focus, “I nearly...”

A sense of dread washes over him. He was so close. So close to losing himself. If Mike hadn’t stopped... if he kept going...

“...and when you do finally let go... Fucking mind-blowing...”

Mike’s words repeat in Jason’s consciousness. And Jason realizes that there is certainly a truth to his bro’s statement. If... when Mike finally released... Jason tries to push the thought out of his head. He had time- maybe he could find a way to communicate or reverse this. But before he can think more on it, Jason feels his perspective change again as Mike gets out of bed.

“Gotta hit the gym first.” Mike mumbles, grinning down at his slowly softening dick, “It’s been a few days, hasn’t it? Workout first, then...”

And Jason begins to realize he might not have as much time left as he thought. Mike grabs a pair of compression shorts and plunges Jason back into darkness, the feeling of the soft fabric teasing him even more. His thoughts growing foggy once again as each of Mike’s movements send a wave of pleasure and pain down the length of his sensitive, semi-hard body. The aching need nearly unbearable. Despite his earlier determination to escape this predicament, a small part of Jason finds himself craving the release he was denied. To fully experience Mike's take on edging.

"Maybe..." he muses dreamily, "maybe letting go won't be so bad....might be nice to finally...cum..."

[jonmcilhenny1]

Getting Over Him

Amanda wiped a few tears from her eyes as she looked into the mirror at her puffy eyes and ruined makeup. This was supposed to be a fun weekend trip with friends. But she didn’t want to be just friends with Brad. She had come to love everything about him: his kind personality, his respectfulness, and physically- he was exactly her type. But while Amanda developed feelings for the blond college jock, he never seemed to view her as anything more than a friend. But she always hoped that maybe one day he would.

“I just wish I could get over him.” She mumbled, drifting off into an uncomfortable sleep, barely registering the odd symbols glowing on the wall.  

Meanwhile, Brad sat at the edge of his bed, feeling like shit. He replayed the events of that night in his head- Amanda bringing up her feelings and him awkwardly turning her down. Brad massaged his temples. He knew she had feelings for him, and honestly he had feelings for her. But he was hesitant, worried about their friendship.

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow.” He mumbled, stripping off his shirt, pants, and boxers. He sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror, “Could use a good workout.” As he turned towards his bed, he noticed the glowing symbols on the wall around him, “What the fuck...”

He saw them when they first arrived, but didn’t think much of it given it was an older home. Now that they were glowing, his curiosity peaked. As he reached out to touch one, several glowing orbs emerged from the symbol, dancing around the room. Brad yelped in surprise, turning to leave, but suddenly finding he couldn’t move.

“What the hell? Help!” But his words were only a hoarse whisper.

“Is this him?” Brad felt a cold sweat wash over him as he heard the voice.

“Yeah that’s the one!” Another voice cooed.

“I can totally see why she’s into him.” Another voice giggled.

Brad was terrified. Sure the house was old, but haunted? There was no way. He moved his eyes around frantically, eventually landing on his own frozen form in the mirror across from him.

“Hmm but that seems to be the problem!” One of the orbs approached him, “She’s totally into blonds.” Brad watched in shock as the orbs moved through his hair, each blond follicle changing and becoming darker until settling on a dark black. Simultaneously, he involuntarily raised his arms, where a few more of the orbs tickled his pits, the hair there changing too.

“H-how?” Brad strained to ask the simple question.

“Hmm but that won’t be enough!” one of the orbs said, “She loves a clean shaven man.”

Brad recoiled as the orbs began to move across his body. Each area they touched, became increasingly itchy. He grunted in frustration as the itchiness became unbearable. However, the feeling peaked and calmed as hair follicles began to push out from his previously well-shaven body. Tiny black hairs emerged from his chest, shoulders, crotch, arms, and legs. The jock’s face was no exception as the dark hairs emerged, giving him a small beard. His body turned, so that he could see how hairy his ass and back had become. But to his horror, the hair began to thicken, covering him in a thick pelt.

“Almost missed a spot!” Brad raised his arms and the orbs worked on growing out and thickening his pit hair.

Brad felt his frustration building, “Why are you doing this?” He forced out. Brad was happy with his appearance- blond, clean-shaved, muscular- and he knew that women liked it too. He couldn’t be seen like this! And he couldn’t even imagine how long it would take to shave.

“He doesn’t seem to be enjoying it!” A voice whined. 

“Don’t worry, we can change that!”

Brad watched as a few of the dancing lights moved towards his cock. He tried to move out of the way, but his resistance faded as they began to massage him, the pleasure causing him to moan. He had never felt anything like it- the sensation as they bobbed up and down on his cock, which had quickly hardened at the sensation. He could barely focus as they continued to dance around him, the jock’s mind consumed with pleasure.

“See! He looks so happy!” The one celebrated as Brad let out another silent moan, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His arms moved freely, as he rubbed his hairy chest and massaged his nipples, “See he’s sooooo into it!”

“Let’s focus now! Poor Amanda. Always attracted to guys with big muscles.”

As Brad rubbed his hairy chest, he felt his firm pecs start to soften. As he pushed on them, it felt like they were deflating- losing the definition he had worked so hard to get. The jock forced himself to open his eyes, doing his best to resist the pleasure. He wished he hadn’t. Brad watched as his muscular frame began to shift. His pecs had already deflated, and his abdominal muscles followed, quickly losing definition. His arms were not spared as his biceps and triceps atrophied before his eyes. The jock grunted as he felt his shoulders press in on themselves as his back muscles decayed, leaving him more narrow and lanky.

“Wa-wait, please... stop...” He said between pants. He let out another grunt though as a thin layer of fat began to cover his lanky body, a small paunch protruding from where his abs had been.

“Aww don’t cry Brad.” A voice cooed, “Just focus on the pleasure.” Brad moaned and threw his head back as the pleasure in his dick intensified.

“But while he’s definitely not her type now, there’s always still a chance.” A voice whispered, disapprovingly.

Brad felt a shift in his mind as his sexuality flip- a sudden need for cock down his throat or up his ass invading his thoughts. And as these thoughts became cemented, he felt an inward pulling from his dick. He watched as his manhood shrunk- as it did the pleasure there moved to his ass. He moaned as he grabbed his ass and explored his hole with his fingers.  

“Th-this isn’t right!” He huffed, wincing at the higher pitch of his voice. He had never played with his ass like this, yet now he couldn’t help it, the pleasure there dwarfing anything he had experienced from his dick, “Y-you can’t leave me like this!”

“Don’t worry Brady.” A voice whispered in his ear.

Brad was about to respond when he felt an intense pressure in his head. It felt like something was trying to push him out of his own mind.

“Amanda likes him for his kindness and respectfulness.” A voice giggled, “I doubt she’ll care for slutty and judgy!”

The jock became aware of a new set of memories- his time sucking off the football team, the men who bent him over, and the nights he would spend clubbing and partying. He had become a total size queen too, only caring to suck or get fucked by hung men. And as these new interests blossomed, he could sense this new personality pushing him out.

“No stop!” He moaned, “This isn’t real!” He was holding on desperately to his old memories, to who he was.

“We’re doing this for Amanda.” Brad’s eyes widened in confusion, “Just give in to the pleasure.”

Brad moaned, trying to resist. Part of him knew if he gave into the pleasure, it would be over for him. But just as he got closer to climaxing there was a knock on the door. The orbs vanished and the symbols stopped glowing. Brad fell to the ground, huffing, his small cock still rock hard and his ass throbbing with pleasure.

“Fuck.” He whispered, moving his once restrained limbs, “Need to find Amanda.” His thoughts were a mess- his old personality still present, while the new one continued to try and dominate.

The former jock threw on a pair of underwear and opened the door, desperate to find help. However, standing at the door was one of his teammates.

“Shit!” Brad said, again wincing at his voice. Nick looked at him, seemingly confused, “You’ll never believe me man but...” Brad stopped midsentence, his eyes traveling down Nick’s muscular and bare torso. His eyes landed on Nick’s compression shorts, where an evident bulge was growing. He bit his lip- what would it be like to have that python down his throat?   

“Oh uh hey man.” Nick replied, the confusion leaving his face, “You’re Amanda’s friend, right? Brady?” Brad felt his heart sink- did Nick not remember him? The concern dissipated though as Brad refocused on the growing bulge in Nick’s pants, “Uh so...” Brad continued to stare at Nick's bulge, “Uh yeah I was wondering if...”

Brad wanted to resist, to push Nick away and find Amanda, but as he stared at the growing snake in Nick’s shorts, he gave in, “I can help you with that.” Nick grinned and without hesitation, pushed Brad back into the room.

The next morning, Amanda woke up and slowly got out of bed. As she entered the hallway, she watched the door to Brad’s room open. She grew confused when a sweaty Nick walk out, a stupid grin on his face.

“What the fuck?” Amanda whispered.

“Oh hey Amanda!” Nick said, blushing, “Uh yeah, sorry.” He rubbed the back of his head, “Uh thanks for bringing Brady.”

Amanda was about to ask what the fuck he was talking about, but Nick quickly darted to his room. She narrowed her eyes and walked over to Brad’s room, intent on finding out what that was all about.

“Hey Brad, what...” Her eyes landed on a man swiping on his phone in Brad’s bed, someone who she didn’t even recognize. But before she could say anything, something clicked in her head. That was Brady, her gay best friend. He had insisted he come along when he saw the guys who would be going. Amanda sighed, this was so typical of him, “So, had fun last night?”

Brady looked up from Grindr and giggled, “Hun, you have no idea.” 

[jonmcilhenny1]

Caption Series - The Tattoo

Felix hadn't been able to resist when this hunk had walked into his tattoo shop. He always told himself he'd never use his gift. It wasn't right, he always said to himself no matter how tempting it got he could never. But then this guy walked in and practically demanded Felix drop all his other clients to give him a new tattoo over his stomach. A gorgeous asshole? If Felix could ever justify using his ability to himself, this was it.

He smiled and accepted; he had already finished his last client for that day, but the guy didn't need to know that. They went over the design he wanted and positioned the stencil where he wanted it, then Felix set to work.

Weaving his magic into the ink as he went about tattooing the dark design was something he'd practiced, but never had to fully commit to. It would make the hunk's body far more open and accepting to Felix sliding himself right inside the guy's body as soon as the last line was finished, which is exactly what Felix did. As soon as he'd finished off the last shading around the 'M' he pushed himself into the asshole's body, the magic of his laced into the tattoo making it easy to take over.

"Just one last thing I got to do…." Felix said in his new deeper voice as he got up and watched his new body in the mirror. He was hot as fuck now, and after a little flexing he started to jerk his new 10 inch cock off. As soon as he came the magic inside the tattoo would lock him inside this guy's body for good, leaving the former asshole to watch from the back of Felix's mind as his body got taken over for good…

Hey all! Trying something new, so may occasionally post shorter captions like this. Don't worry, the ending for Shifting Gear will be out soon!

[jonmcilhenny1]

Reclamation

“Bet you thought you’d never see me again, huh?”

Mark squeezed his small frame through the half-opened door and into Alex’s flat, taking advantage of his confusion.

“Do I know you?”

“Oh don’t you now? You fucking twat, you were going to take the exam then give my body back but you fucked off.”

A sly grin formed in Alex’s face, “How did you find me?”

“Well, I have my ways. Being in a stranger’s body also helps.”

“So I see. Never took you for the twink type. It is a nice change, I have to say. You really are cute, wait… does this mean you’re gay now?”

“Laugh all you want, I knew I was never gonna get anywhere in your body with my brain. I bumped into this kid on the street one day, he was drunk and small enough to get him to agree to the switch without getting my ass kicked. Figured I had a better chance at life as a stupid twink than a brainless nerd.”

“Haha, well, it was all your fault really. How could you be so stupid to think I was gonna give it back? And what makes you think I’m gonna do it now?”

“Like I said, I have my ways.”

Alex laughed in disbelief “you deserve this!” he said while demeaningly pointing at Mark’s body and then, after a kiss on the cheek and a very patronising spank, he added “Now be a good twink and I’ll let you suck my dick. Hell, I may even pity fuck you.” He grabbed the bulge on his jeans, “I know you want it.”

“I believe you’ve laughed enough, it’s my turn now.”

Their points of view shifted in a bright flash of green light and Alex knew he was screwed. He felt like crying but this would’ve only added to his embarrassment so he tried to remain calm and put his thoughts straight then maybe he could talk his way out this.

“So tell me, Mark, if you figured out a way to switch with people without their agreement, why didn’t you try finding a better body? I mean, I’ve taken good care of yours and it is greatly impressive, but I don’t know, I’m sure you could’ve easily found someone better or with a lot more money.”

“Oh I know. I guess It was more of a personal vendetta kind of thing, stealing some rando’s body wouldn’t have been nearly as satisfying.” Mark walked to the mirror to take a closer look at his own face. It had been so long. “You’ve taken good care of my body, honestly, I’m impressed.”

“But aren’t you going to miss this? It’s such a nice body, so soft, and look at this perky bum, it’s so smooth!” Alex slid his hands down his tight jeans to feel his new body up, thinking he could still convince Mark to switch them back, “looks like he’s got money too. Sure you want to give that up?”

“You are right, that is such a cute body, let’s have a proper look, shall we?” Mark proceeded to undress Alex and made him twirl as he tapped his bum, “I’ve had such fun in this body” He grabbed Alex’s bum more fiercely and slowly started to slide a finger down his cheeks but stopped when he noticed Alex’s nervous excitement “Oh, I’ve trained it so well.”

“So what now? You just gonna leave me in this kid’s body to figure out things on my own? Can you at least tell me who I am now? Help me out a bit?” Alex’s voice broke, he could feel his strength fading as his new reality started to sink in.

“Name’s Michael but you like being called Mikey and you’re 20 now, but don’t worry too much about it, I plan to keep you around.”  

“What about the life I’ve built these past years? My girlfriend?”

“A girlfriend? Look at you!” Mark was clearly enjoying this, “Yeah, that’s not gonna work. Girls aren’t really my thing anymore and, as you’re about to find out, you won’t be much into girls either” Mark could see how overcome by fear Alex was “Chill out Mikey, this is going to be fun.”

[jonmcilhenny1]

Corrupted Bond

"This is crazy, Liam. We shouldn’t be here. Are you absolutely sure his place is empty?" Rob whispered anxiously, his eyes darting toward the door as Liam unlocked it.

"I’ve told you a hundred times," Liam snapped, his frustration evident. "I’ve kept tabs on him long enough. We’ve got plenty of time before he comes back."

"God, you're insane... and what about his roommate, are you sure he isn't in there?" Rob asked, still uneasy.

"His roommate’s visiting his hometown. This is the perfect opportunity to take Hunter’s place. Relax, Rob. Help me find something of his—like a used shirt or jacket," Liam urged.

"This place reeks of jock musk," Rob muttered, grimacing as he stepped deeper into the apartment.

"Well, what did you expect? Hunter’s the jock of our campus," Liam shot back, rolling his eyes. "Now, help me search."

The two of them split up, carefully moving through the apartment and checking every room.

"Alright, I’ve checked everything. This place is ours for the next few hours," Liam shouted, his voice rising with excitement. "Now, let’s grab one of his clothes."

"Which one’s his room?" Rob asked, his nerves still getting the best of him as he glanced around the apartment.

"Found it—and I found the perfect item!" Liam called out from the other side of the apartment.

Rob hurried back, nearly tripping over himself in his rush. He entered the room Liam had called from—and froze, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes locked on none other than Hunter McAllister himself, standing right in front of him, wearing nothing but a pair of black underwear and a few accessories.

"Hey, Robbie Boy!" Hunter’s deep, raspy voice cut through the air, sending a jolt of panic through Rob’s chest.

"Shit! That happened way too fast," Rob muttered under his breath, wide-eyed.

"Of course it did," Liam—now owning the body of Hunter McAllister—snickered. "Why waste a single second transforming into Hunter fucking McAllister? Now, let’s finish the look, shall we?" He taunted, flexing his muscles, already draped in some of Hunter's signature pieces.

"Look!" Liam—now Hunter—gestured to the armchair piled high with clothes. "Throw me something to wear!"

Still flexing and turning to showcase his newly acquired, impressive back, Hunter loomed over Rob. Standing a full two feet taller than either of them, his presence was imposing. Rob stood frozen for a moment, mesmerized by the sheer size and power of the figure before him.

Finally snapping out of his daze, Rob hesitated for just a moment before carefully stepping toward the armchair. He reached for a combination of clothes he’d seen Hunter wear countless times.

Under Hunter's expectant gaze, Rob nervously tossed a pair of black joggers in his direction. With the effortless grace of an athlete, Liam caught the trousers mid-air. The smooth, fluid motion left Rob momentarily stunned.

"Good choice, Robbie Boy," Liam taunted, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he sized Rob up with the same cocky confidence Hunter was known for.

Rob quickly grabbed a black undershirt from the pile and tossed it toward Liam. With swift, practiced movements, Liam stretched the fabric over his torso, the shirt fitting perfectly against his frame. His muscles rippled as he pulled it down, completing the transformation that was rapidly becoming indistinguishable from the real Hunter McAllister.

"Now this is more like it," Liam smirked, flexing slightly in front of Rob. His tone dripped with an arrogant swagger.

"What a killer bod, huh? Guys envy it, and girls are dying for it." Liam said with smug confidence, his tone dripping with that familiar cocky swagger. He flexed his muscles, effortlessly showing off the sculpted physique that made him an intimidating presence.

The sight was so mesmerizing that Rob found himself struggling to maintain control, his mind battling the urge to surrender completely to the image before him. The physicality, the aura—everything about it was... captivating. Rob fought to shake the pull of the moment, but it was becoming harder to ignore.

"Dude, Liam. Are you getting a boner?"

"You really have to ask, Robbie? Tsk, kiddo!" Liam laughed, his voice dripping with smugness.

"Liam," Rob stammered, his voice faltering slightly. "It's so fucking hot when you talk like him."

Liam smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he was having, and leaned back.

Then Liam checked Hunter's boner what finally caused Rob's dick to also rise.

"...but we’ll have time for that later," Liam announced calmly, as if nothing unusual was happening.

With deliberate movements, he tucked the shirt into his trousers the way Hunter always did, admiring how perfectly it fit. His well-defined torso, now accentuated by the shirt, was pure perfection. Liam paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of being in Hunter’s skin.

"It feels fucking amazing to be in his skin!" Liam said, grinning widely as he adjusted the necklace. "I get why he's so into himself." He flexed his muscles once more.

"Let's give Hunter a proper welcome," Liam announced confidently. He left the room, eagerly awaiting the moment when the real McAllister would walk through the door. He sprawled across the couch, feet propped up.

Rob followed, nervously yet unable to take his eyes off Hunter’s every move.

"You think this will work?" Rob whispered, doubt creeping into his voice.

"Just 'shh' and hide in the corner," Liam responded coolly, his smirk widening. "Stick to the plan."

They didn't have to wait long. The door creaked open. Footsteps grew closer, and then, there he was—Hunter McAllister himself—stepping into the room. His eyes widened as he saw Liam lounging on the couch. The room fell silent as Hunter froze, staring in disbelief at the exact replica of himself sitting there, mocking him without a word.

"What the fuck?" Hunter muttered, his eyes narrowing. He took a slow, cautious step forward, clearly unsure of what he was seeing. The tension in the room was palpable, but Liam stayed calm, never breaking character.

Hunter took another step, his eyes scanning Liam’s form, as if searching for some flaw. "What the ..., who the hell are you?" he demanded, his voice low and threatening.

Liam grinned, enjoying every second of the stunned silence. "What the ..., who the hell are you?" Liam mimicked Hunter's speech pattern.

Hunter’s jaw clenched, his muscles tensing as he advanced further into the room.

As Hunter got closer, Rob moved quietly from behind, his steps nearly imperceptible. In one swift motion, he hit him with a bat. That was all Liam needed.

In a blur of movement, Liam surged from the couch, grabbing Hunter by the shoulders and slamming him backward. The impact knocked the wind out of Hunter, but he wasn’t going down without a fight. He struggled, swinging his arms wildly, but Liam now had the same size and strength.

"You’re not going anywhere, McAllister," Liam growled, his voice thick with authority. Hunter’s struggles became more frantic, but it was too late. A blow from Rob's fist to the back of his head sent him crashing to the floor and unconscious before he could even react. The room was silent except for the faint sound of Hunter's breathing as he lay motionless on the floor. Rob stood there, his eyes wide with shock, while Liam caught his breath and looked down at the

"The hell Rob, you nearly fucked it up" Liam complained. He kicked Hunter’s limp body, just to make sure he wasn’t faking. Then, Liam leaned over Hunter and sedated him with a syringe.

Rob swallowed hard, still trying to process the chaos that had just unfolded. "Holy shit... We really did it. This is insane. Are you sure you can pull this off? Being Hunter?"

Liam smirked, amused by Rob's question. His attention shifted to Hunter’s phone lying on the ground, still buzzing with notifications. With a quick shove of Rob aside, he grabbed the phone, a devilish smirk curling at the corners of his lips. He studied the sleek device in his hands. With a steady hand, he activated the phone’s face recognition. A second later, the screen unlocked effortlessly. Liam felt a jolt of satisfaction—he was in. He glanced at Rob, who was still watching him, eyes wide with barely contained excitement. Liam nodded toward the phone, giving Rob a wicked grin.

"Let me show you, how I can pull this off." Liam’s voice was low, almost too casual, as he dialed a number from Hunter’s contact list—someone who clearly held a special place in Hunter’s life. The call went through, and after a few rings, a sweet, unsuspecting voice answered.

"Hey, babe," came the voice on the other end. It was warm, familiar, and totally unaware of what was about to unfold.

Liam leaned back into the couch, his posture effortless yet commanding.

"Hey, beautiful," he replied smoothly, his voice deep and gravelly, the tone that had always gotten Hunter what he wanted. "You miss me?" Rob’s eyes were wide as he watched Liam’s every move.

The change in Liam’s tone, his entire demeanor, was so complete that Rob couldn’t help but marvel at how easily he slipped into this new persona. It was like watching a completely different person take control, and for a moment, Rob couldn’t even see his best friend. He saw Hunter McAllister. Liam then reached into his pants, playing with his new dick while talking to Hunter's girlfriend.

"I always miss you," came her response, her voice warm and affectionate. She giggled, clearly happy to hear from him.

Liam’s smile deepened, and he leaned forward, making sure his voice was low, smooth, and teasing.

"I know, I know. I’ve been caught up in things… How about we fix that tonight? I’m all yours, babe."

Rob could barely breathe, his gaze glued to Liam as the act unfolded in real-time. It was perfect—the way Liam's body language shifted, how he held the phone with just the right level of intimacy.

Her voice fluttered on the line, oblivious to the fact that her boyfriend wasn’t, in fact, on the other side of the screen.

"I can’t wait to see you tonight." Liam held the phone in front of him, his eyes glinting as he played the role to perfection. But then, as if something darker stirred within him, he made a quick decision. Without warning, he switched the call to video.

The screen flashed as her face appeared, her bright smile lighting up her features. She looked gorgeous. Liam didn’t miss a beat. He leaned in closer to the camera, his eyes narrowing on her image. He studied her—watched her speak, listened to the way her voice quivered with longing. His heart raced, but not with affection. It was power, pure and simple.

As she continued, Liam mimicked Hunter’s movements with precision—flexing his defined body in front of the camera. His smile was the perfect mix of cocky and seductive, like he knew exactly what to say, exactly how to look at her.

"You miss me, huh?" Liam’s voice dropped lower, a mix of charm and command. He slowly ran a hand through his hair, his eyes never leaving hers. "Tell me more about that."

The look on her face made Rob’s stomach twist. She was captivated—completely unaware that the man she was speaking to wasn’t the one she thought. Her smile deepened, her eyes softening as she spoke.

"I’ve missed everything about you, Hunter. Your touch, your presence... everything. Why don’t you come over right now?"

Liam’s grin widened, but there was something darker in his eyes now. His gaze flicked to Rob, catching his best friend’s stunned expression. Rob’s mouth was slightly agape, his eyes darting between the screen and Liam. It was like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Liam gave Rob a small, almost predatory smile, then returned his attention to the screen. He leaned in even closer, his face filling the camera frame. His voice dropped, laced with just the right amount of arrogance and seduction.

"I’m still busy, but I promise I’ll be there. You want me to make it worth your while?" He let the words hang in the air for a moment, his eyes never leaving the screen as he watched her react.

She visibly melted at his words, leaning closer to her phone. "Of course, I do," she replied breathlessly.

Liam felt a grimace twist on his face, but he quickly hid it, shifting back into the role. Inside, though, a small part of him recoiled at how easy it was to manipulate her. He could feel the disgust gnawing at him, but buried it deep, focusing on the thrill of the moment.

"Good," he said, softening his voice now, mimicking the tenderness Hunter used to make people crave his affection. "I’ll be over soon. And when I get there, you’re gonna get everything you’ve been waiting for."

He could hear her heart racing over the phone. She was practically entranced. It was all too easy.

Rob stood silent, his mouth dry, eyes wide. He could barely process the level of control Liam had over the situation. It felt surreal. "Dude..." he whispered, his voice full of awe. "She has no fucking clue."

Liam just smirked, power radiating in his eyes. Without making another face, Liam gestured with his free hand as if someone was giving him a blowjob.

As the call ended, Liam leaned back on the couch, letting out a slow breath. He turned to Rob, his expression cool and calm, though his mind was still racing.

Liam burst into laughter. "Man, all those hours of acting class really paid off."

"You nailed it. She had no clue. You’re a fucking genius!" Rob agreed, still in shock.

Liam's smirk grew wider as he admired his reflection in the mirror. "I think the guy on the ground wears my favorite piece."

He slowly removed his own clothing, stripping off the black beanie and undershirt, then reaching for Hunter's signature flannel shirt with deliberate care.

He then started to flex his upper body once again. Throwing a challenging gaze at Rob.

"This," he said quietly, "is how you impersonate someone. Not just with looks, but with presence."

Rob’s jaw clenched, his admiration mixed with something else. "Man, you are him," he muttered, still in shock.

Liam’s eyes flashed. "And this is just the beginning..."

Liam’s eyes flicked down to the phone screen as another message popped up. His fingers hesitated over the glass, then he glanced back at Rob, who was still marveling at the transition from Liam to Hunter, completely unaware of what was happening.

The message was from Hunter’s roommate, Kyle Singer.

"Yo, I canceled the trip to my hometown. How about gym session later and I’m not about to go without you, bro. Don't make me drag your ass. Let me know."

Liam's lips curled into a grin as he read it, feeling a pulse of excitement run through him. This was a perfect opportunity to slip deeper into Hunter's life. He'd already seduced Hunter's girlfriend, taken his place with ease, and now, with Kyle expecting him to join for the gym, the stage was set to solidify his new persona. He could keep this up indefinitely. All he had to do was play his cards right. His fingers flew over the keyboard, typing out a quick reply:

"Sure bro, let's meet at home."

Liam set the phone down with a satisfied smirk. Perfect.

Turning back to Rob, Liam leaned back, folding his arms behind his head, his eyes scanning Hunter’s apartment with a newfound sense of ownership. "You know," he began, his voice slow and deliberate, "it’s funny. Being Hunter... Finally, I’m gonna take over his whole life. I’ll live like him. Study like him. Hit the gym like him. People will think I’m him, and no one will suspect a thing."

Liam's tone shifted, becoming more relaxed as he leaned against the couch. Rob, watching Liam's every move, began to accept that his best friend was now fully assuming the role of Hunter McAllister.

"That’s crazy," Rob said, still laughing, almost in disbelief. "But I gotta say, you are pulling it off. No one could tell the difference."

Liam leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with cold determination. "Exactly. Studying engineering will be a breeze. And the sports thing—he practically has a scholarship. People expect him to show up, perform, and be perfect. That’s how I’m gonna live. I’ll hit the gym like he would. I’ll study like he would. I’ll party like he would. Just like this. The more I live as him, the more real it feels. And once I’m in his routine, there will be a new Hunter."

Rob was nodding along, still fascinated. "Man... this is getting weirdly legit."

Liam’s smile widened, the edges taking on a predatory gleam. "I won’t just be him—I’ll be better than him." As the words left his mouth, his mind raced with possibilities.

For a moment, Liam almost forgot about Rob, too consumed by his plans. But when he turned to gauge Rob’s reaction, something shifted. Rob was still leaning back against the couch, his gaze distant as he processed what Liam had said. He seemed oddly comfortable, almost reassured by the idea that, despite everything, his friend hadn’t really changed.

"Yo, let's get rid of this body for now. Let’s stash him in my room."

They quickly moved the real Hunter into his own room, ensuring no one would find him. He’d be out cold for nearly a day.

"So, what’s next on Hunter’s list?" Rob asked, excitement lacing his voice.

"Well, I've got all the time I need."

"How about you prove to me once again that your performance as Hunter is flawless?"

"Dude, you need another demonstration after I already fooled his girlfriend?"

"Sure, why not?"

Liam leaned in, his voice dropping low, teasing, but with something darker simmering beneath. "You want to see the new Hunter in action, huh? You want to see me in action?"

Rob’s eyes were practically glued to him now, his voice trembling with anticipation. "Please, man, show me."

Liam paused for a moment, savoring the power he felt with Rob hanging on his every word. He stood up and finally pulled on Hunter’s flannel shirt. Turning to Rob with a dangerous grin, he soaked in the moment, clearly enjoying the sensation of wearing Hunter's shirt. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent—his own new musk. Effortlessly, he adjusted the fit, making sure his hair was in place.

"Alright," Liam said, his voice dropping lower, more controlled, the weight of his words heavy in the air. "You're gonna get your wish." He took a slow, deliberate step toward Rob, making his movements feel like a storm gathering force. "I am Hunter McAllister."

Liam took a few more calculated steps forward, his body shifting with the precision of a predator sizing up its prey. His arms flexed, his shoulders tensed. He gripped Hunter’s flannel shirt, twisting it slightly as though the final piece of the puzzle was falling into place. A slow, deliberate crack of his neck followed, the movement as natural as breathing. It sent a chill down Rob’s spine. That was something Hunter always did when gearing up for something. The action spoke volumes, a silent declaration of power.

Rob’s heart was lodged in his throat now, his body trembling. A mix of fear and excitement twisted in his stomach, every fiber of his being desperate to see how far this would go.

Liam’s eyes narrowed as he embraced Hunter’s imposing posture. He shifted, subtly puffing out his chest, making himself seem even larger than before. He straightened his back, shoulders wide, exuding an undeniable aura of dominance. As he locked eyes with Rob, the world seemed to fade away. In that instant, it was as though Liam had fully transformed into Hunter—but now Hunter carried the menace of Liam, and Rob could feel it in every inch of his body.

Liam's grin turned into a dangerous expression. "What the fuck?" His voice dropped an octave and sounded menacing. "Who the hell are you? You think you can just waltz in here like nothing's wrong?" His words dripped with contempt, mirroring the exact tone Hunter used when he was at his most intimidating. "Answer me, you piece of shit!"

Rob’s breath hitched in his chest, his heart racing faster than his mind could process. He could feel the shift in the room, the raw energy radiating from Liam. He could barely speak, but he managed to whisper a trembling, "Holy shit."

Liam moved like lightning. In a single fluid motion, he closed the distance between them, leaning in so close that Rob could feel the heat of his breath. His eyes were dark, calculating, as though he was sizing Rob up—inspecting him the way Hunter would scrutinize someone he planned to destroy.

"You think this is just a game, don’t you?" Liam’s voice was a low growl, each word laced with menace. The edge to his tone sent a spike of adrenaline through Rob’s veins. The room felt suffocating, as if the air itself had thickened. Rob couldn’t look away. "Scared? You better be."

Rob tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. Whether it was fear or fascination that held him in place, he wasn’t sure—but he couldn’t tear his gaze from Liam. "N-No..." he stammered, his voice betraying his own fear.

"Then take a whiff." Liam straightened up, a wicked smile playing around his lips. He grabbed Rob's head by the hair and pulled him into his armpits. Rob, caught up in the intensity of the moment, surrendered to the role play, a strange sensation flooding through him as he allowed himself to savor the closeness of Hunter's arrogance.

But then, a noise shattered the calm. The front door creaked open.

Liam froze, his entire body going rigid. Rob didn’t notice right away, too absorbed in the lingering remnants of Hunter’s scent, until the distinct sound of footsteps in the hallway broke through his focus.

"Shit, that’s Kyle," Rob muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing. He looked up, startled by the sudden shift in Liam’s demeanor. "I thought he was out of town?"

Liam’s face twisted into a dark, sharp smile. The sound of Kyle’s footsteps grew louder, and Rob didn’t see it coming—not the shift in Liam’s expression, nor the sudden tension that radiated from him. The uneasy calm settling in like the quiet before a storm.

"Piss off, you sad fucker." Liam shoved Rob away from him in a low, cold voice. Rob sank to the floor, trembling and blinking in confusion. "Get the fuck up, nerd. Now!"

"What's going on here? What's..." Rob whimpered.

Then Kyle entered the room, confusion flickering across his face as his eyes darted between Rob and Hunter, who was towering over the nerd on the floor. But that confusion quickly twisted into a sneer.

"What the hell is this?" Kyle muttered, eyes scanning Hunter up and down. His gaze shifted to Rob, still lying frozen on the ground.

"Hunter, what is this idiot doing in here?"

Liam didn’t flinch. His lips curled into a smirk, colder than anything Rob had ever seen. "Caught this weirdo sniffing around our place," Liam said smoothly, his voice carrying an undercurrent of something dangerous. "Fortunately, I came home at the right time. At first, I thought someone was trying to steal from us. But imagine my surprise when I found this dude... sniffing at our underwear!"

Rob’s heart raced in his chest. This had to be a joke. A sick, twisted prank. Liam was just playing the part of Hunter, right? Rob was certain he had some sort of plan—maybe to knock out Kyle and laugh about it afterward. This was part of Liam’s plan, wasn’t it?

Liam turned his gaze to Rob, his eyes cold, filled with disdain.

"So, this is how it’s going to be, huh?" he said, his voice harsh, each word deliberate, cutting through the air like a blade.

"I catch you snooping around my place, sneaking around like some rat? You thought you could just waltz in here?"

Rob’s breath caught in his throat, his mind scrambling to make sense of the words. It felt like the room had suddenly tightened around him, the weight of Liam’s accusation pressing down hard.

"Liam—wait, no, I—" Rob tried to speak, but the words stumbled out weakly, his voice cracking under the weight of disbelief.

But Liam—Hunter—cut him off, his tone icy, relentless. "Save it."

"Don't try to take me for a fool, wimp," he snapped. "Do you think you'll get out of here without consequences?" Liam took a step forward and pushed his way into Rob's personal space, causing him to instinctively crawl back. Kyle stood behind Rob, who was now fully engaged in the moment. He grinned and let out a laugh.

"Look at that loser," he mocked. "A pathetic nerd like you? Did you really think you could just come in here and do your thing?" Rob froze, his heart hammering in his chest.

What was happening? This wasn’t a joke. This was real. His best friend—Liam—was betraying him.

Liam smirked, watching Rob’s hesitation, the gleam in his eyes cold and calculating. Rob wanted to speak, to argue, but his throat tightened, each breath feeling harder to take. This couldn’t be happening. He had to be misreading this—there was no way. Not like this. Not Liam.

The betrayal hit him like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, he couldn’t breathe. His best friend was turning on him.

"Liam, please," Rob whispered, his voice barely a breath. "You’re my friend… What’s going on?"

Liam’s expression twisted into something darker, more malicious, as if the mask of friendship had slipped away completely. He didn’t even flinch. Slowly, he stepped even closer to Rob, his presence overwhelming. His voice dropped to a low growl.

"Shut up. My name is Hunter. Don’t talk to me like you know me."

To their surprise, Kyle grabbed Rob by the collar and yanked him forward with one violent movement. Rob gasped and tried to free himself from Kyle's iron grip. This was no longer a game. There was no punchline. Liam wasn't playing along - he was all in.

"You’re lucky I haven’t kicked you out already," Kyle growled, his eyes gleaming with cold amusement. "But maybe we’ll have some fun with you first."

Without warning, he shoved Rob aside, sending him stumbling toward the wall. Rob collided with it, the impact sending a jolt through his body, struggling to stay upright as his heart dropped into his stomach. Kyle’s laugh echoed through the room, dark and cruel.

"You're pathetic. I always knew you and your faggot friend were a couple of weirdos on campus," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Look at you. What a joke."

Rob staggered to regain his balance, panic rising in his chest like a wave. He had to get out of here. But the slow, crushing realization settled in: Liam wouldn’t help him. Liam had chosen this. He’d chosen Hunter—the life that came with power. And Rob… Rob was nothing more than a casualty of that choice.

"Throw that useless fucker out, Kyle. He's lucky we didn't call the cops." Hunter ordered with an icy finality. His voice was so cold, so unfeeling. The weight of those words hit Rob like a punch in the gut. There was no turning back.

Kyle pushed Rob towards the door, disgust clearly written on his face. "Get out of here. Before we decide to show you what happens when you forget your place." Rob opened his mouth, trying to find the words to fight back, but they wouldn't come. His throat was tight, his chest heavy with emotion. There was no chance. This was no longer a joke. The door slammed shut behind him for good, and Rob stood alone in the hallway. His knees wobbled beneath him, the full weight of betrayal crashing over him. Liam had sacrificed Rob.

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When Rob arrived at home, desperation clawed at him. He reached for his phone, his fingers trembling as he tried to contact Liam, praying that somehow, Liam wasn’t really abandoning him—that this wasn’t the reality he’d been left in. He couldn’t believe it. He wouldn’t believe it.

Frantically, he sent message after message, each one more urgent than the last. But no matter how many times he hit send, Rob didn’t receive a response. Not a single word from Liam.

Defeated, Rob collapsed onto his bed, staring blankly at his phone as he scrolled through his friend’s stories. The weight of everything pressing down on him, he drifted aimlessly through the posts, until an idea suddenly struck him. He hesitated for a moment, then checked Hunter’s account.

Shocked, but somehow less surprised than he expected, Rob saw it: Hunter posting pictures of his workout, Kyle standing proudly by his side.

Hours passed, and more evidence piled up. His stomach churned as he saw more: Liam was at the girlfriend’s place now, exactly as he had planned hours before, stepping fully into the role he’d chosen. Rob’s heart twisted in his chest.

The moment Hunter posted a new selfie, showcasing his toned upper body, Rob couldn't help but feel a wave of envy wash over him. He stared at the image, his heart tightening. Hunter’s life—Liam’s life—looked perfect, and it made Rob feel small in comparison. All he could think about was Hunter’s girlfriend, getting fucked by the one and only Hunter McAllister.

[jonmcilhenny1]

The morning after

Adam woke up in bed and looked around to try to get a sense of his surroundings. It was a crazy night last night at the bar. Adam noticed he was still naked from the fucking he got from that hot guy at the bar. He did go back to his place, where the man fucked Adam so hard and rough he thought he might end up pregnant from it. But Adam was loving every second of it.

Now awake, Adam was looking for his clothes, but he could only find his sexy blue underwear. As Adam looked around, he could not help but notice how nice the house was. Looking out the window, he recognized he was up in the hills with all the large mansion-style homes. The hot guy from last night must have done a great job.

Adam made his way to the kitchen, where he saw the man from last night. He was taller than Adam and had a solid build, which was visible from the tee shirt and mesh shorts he was wearing. He was cooking a post fuck breakfast and when he saw Adam a smile crept up on his face. He went over and gave Adam a kiss on his beard face.

Adam was a little surprised about the breakfast but he was hungry so he wanted to eat. Adam normally was just a fuck and leave guy but now this guy is different. Adam asked the man about his clothes. Randy the man's name said that Adam had taken off half of his clothes all over the house. Adama smiled and remembered last night it was true. he's pretty sure his pants are in the garage. Randy offered him a plate. Adam took it and sat down on the breakfast stool at the large kitchen island.

Randy Smilling said he actually preferred Adam wearing just that. Adam smiled back at that comment and he got lost in Randy's eyes they were so blue and pretty.

As the two finished the meal Randy asked if he wanted to go round two. Soon the two were humping on the kitchen counter. Adam just loved how big Randy's dick was it was perfect. But Randy would always whisper into Adam's ear. It was nothing bad but sex talk.

Randy was whispering that his dick was the best that Adam ever had, Adam loves being fucked, Adam falls in love with Randy, and wants to be with him. Adam thought that it was off but he was with each thrust that was slowly becoming true. Randy was like no other man Adam had ever been with.

The two started dating regularly. Randy always made the plans and was willing to fuck Adam. Adam the more he was with Randy the more he fell in love. He would agree with Randy on most things like how to look and when they fucked. Soon the couple was set to be married.

Some time later on the eve of the wedding Randy was nervous and at home had Adam come with him to the bedroom. He had to tell Adam something big.

Adam was not sure what to think when he heard that Randy had been hypnotizing him since the day they met. Nothing crazy Randy said but little things and small tweaks to change Adam's behavior. One is how Adam loves being fucked, and how his dream man slowly became Randy. But some changes were small like Adam learning how to cook, cleaning up more around the house, and wearing jockstraps. These are things that Adam did not notice, but now he has mentioned that he noticed a lot of changes. All were to turn him into a perfect lover for Randy. How his time at the gym now was building muscles that Randy liked such as his ass, and chest. How Adam keeps his hairy chest and abs.

Adam was not sure how to handle all of this. How does his love make him think that. Did he even love or like Randy? Randy was so upset and was begging for forgiveness. He said not to worry and that everything could be ok again. Adam wanted to believe Randy so with a smile went in to hug Randy.

Adam still would after the wedding be a dutiful house husband to Randy. He would always make sure his man was well feed and their house was clean. He also would always make sure his hole was ready for his man's dick. He knows now he can easy be hypnotized with suggestions from his husband at any time but for some reason, Adam finds it to be so hot. He loves being his husband's slut.

[jonmcilhenny1]

Butler Boy

Parker had finished his workout for the day and was now doing some posing practice before his show. He had thrown all of his new free time into bodybuilding after he left the Marines. Another man walked near him in the gym mirror room. It's no big deal; it's open to everyone.

A man about the same age as Parker approached him and began complaining about Parker's body. Parker did not behave rudely, thanked the man. The man asked if Parker needed a job. Parker thanked him and said no. Now, alone with just the two of them, the man reframed and said, "I have a job for you."

For some reason, Parker found himself unable to move as he stood there, stuck in a full-body pose. What was happening, he thought to himself. The man then went on to say what job it was. He needed help around his house, a butler. He told Parker not to worry; he would take care of all of his needs.

Parker could not argue as the man told him he would end up being some sort of manservant. Parker got dressed and obeyed the man who told him to arrive at his house afterwards. Parker did and got into his truck and drove to the address.

The place was a massive country estate with a large old-style manor. As Parker packed in the front and walked in the door, he stood in the foyer waiting for the man.

When the man arrived, he told Parker to strip, and when he was naked, the man began to take measurements for his new uniform. Parker was nervous as hell. But he somehow obeys.

Once done, the man sent the measurements on his phone and began to give Parker a tour of the estate, still naked. The place was massive with a pool, gym, and kitchen. He showed Parker his new quarter, which was a dorm-style long hallway with a communal bathroom at the end of the hall with several doors on both sides. He told Parker that right now he is the only one, but soon there will be more help coming. He told Parker to go shower, and his uniform should be done.

Parker once cleaned up and walked back to his small room. A bed, a clothes hook, and that's it. Lying on the bed, his new uniform was a perfect black butler-style suit with a bowtie. Parker, unable to fight the urge, got dressed since he was naked; he had on no underwear under the suit. He also noticed the suit was almost skin tight on him. The fabric showed off his muscles while also hiding them. Once done, he looked at himself. He looked like a fucking butler.

There was also a single wireless earbud. As Parker placed that in his ear, it became clear as to its purpose, as a task manager to tell him what needs to be done next, and if the man needs anything. Of course, now that man might as well be his master since Parker basically became the man's live-in butler boy.

For the rest of the day, Parker cleaned the house and waited on his new owner. In the evening, it was revealed that there was another purpose for Parker. He did not know his suits pants had a slit in the back for access.

Parker found out when he was called into the library. After serving the master his drink and lighting his cigar, Parker was ordered to drop to his knees before the sitting man. He did without questioning and soon the man had pulled out his hard large dick. He then ordered Parker to suck it. The taste was horrible but Parker had no choice as he swallowed the whole dick in his mouth. He wanted to gag.

But what was next was worse. Parker was ordered to stand up and bend over the edge of the couch. While still in uniform Parker did and could feel the man lifting up his jacket and shirt so it was nothing but Parker large pant covered butt. That was when Parker found out there was an slit in the back for such a need.

The man slowly used a few fingers to loosen up Parker's hole. Soon, it was time for the main event. With one hard thrust, the man entered Parker. It was a pain Parker had never felt in his life before. Though it won't be the last. As the man thrusted in and out of his large, tight marine hole, Parker left something go. It was his free will.

Once the man had cum inside claiming the former marine as his butler boy Parker resistance was gone. He now enjoys cleaning and serving his master. There is a lot of work to do, but the master already told him he is planning on filling up the servants' quarters with more butler boys. Parker can't wait to meet his fellow manservants.

[jonmcilhenny1]

Perfect Valentine Date

Scott was not sure about this date he was getting ready for. It was not a blind date the two had chatted before on the dating site and ya they had some common interests. The guy Scott was going out with was not his usual type first off the man is older about 15 years to Scott. Also, his profile said he was a top too. Scott was a dom top and the idea of bottoming was out of the question for him. But the dating site said the two had a lot in common and would be perfect. Scott did do some digging and did find that top only couples could exist but still.

  The man’s name was Tom and he did have a nice build to himself and looked like when he was younger he played college football. He did have a beefy muscle dad body. Also, it was Valentine’s Day and Scott did not want to be alone today. So he figured after going out and a few drinks maybe Tom would be willing to bottom and let the young hung stud Scott fuck him. That is what Scott was hoping for.

  Tom came up with the date plan. A nice trip to ax throwing at a nearby place, then off to a new craft brewery for dinner and beers. Scott did not hate this plan at all and figured he could easily wear a tank top and some more comfortable clothes given the physical activity for Ax throwing and also to show off his hard-worked large muscle arms.

  When they meet up Scott notices how build Tom was. He was nowhere nearly as ripped and muscular as himself. But he defiantly had strengthened to his frame by his somewhat tight tee-shirt on. Nice wide shoulders large chest and large arms. Tom’s ass was large too which stuck out in his shorts.

  Once the pair was off they hit it off great and were chatting like a couple of friends. Scott was terrible at throwing. He could not aim worth shit. However, Tom was really good and hit the bullseye a lot. Scott was impressed by Tom’s show of strength and made some comments about how he still got his power. Tom joking talked about how he was a stud when it came to sports anyways. This made Scott feel a little questionable in his macho personality, But he did not hate it Tom was older and had a lot more experience. Also, Tom showed that he still got some power. Scott was starting to like this date so fair.

  Next, the pair went to the Brewery and chatted even more so. Tom was doing most of the talking as Scott sat there listening to the old stories of his glory days back in school. How he was the star player and when he was straight could pick any girl to fuck them.

  Scott was getting involved with his guy more and more. He was not so bad. He a little cocky but he also reminded Scott of all the jocks back in school he use to fantasy about being with. Scott never did sports being the gay kid and all. But Tom was acting like such a jock it was starting to turn on Scott a lot thinking about it.

  The two had agreed to walk to the bar since after not a lot of time both guys were drunk. Scott kept picturing Tom as all those hot jocks and one in particular. His first gay crush was the senior linebacker of his high school team. Scott was a freshman and when he saw the linebacker he was in lust. He would stare at his big arms and loved watching him move around. He an aura of power that was intoxicating for Scott at the time. Tom was reminding him a lot of that line back and Scott wondering what would it be like to finally get with his first gay crush.

  After both men called it quits and were heading out Tom made the first move. Asking if Scott wanted to come over or not. Plain simple question. All threw out the dinner Tom was asserting himself more and more and taking control of the conversation. Which Scott did not seem to mind too much. It was a nice change in pace Scott thought from him having to be the one to direct in past dates.

  Scott said yes and as the two walked back to Tom’s place. Tom asserted himself more than before. With his one hand as the pair walked next to each other, he reaches around and took a full hand full of Scott muscle ass and gave it a hard squeeze. This kind of threw Scott for a loop as other guys have done it in the past given how big and muscular it is but he would know in the end he would be fucking their asses. But with Tom things felt different. He let out a quiet moan. To cement what happen Tom gave it a small but firm love smack.

Once back at Tom’s place the pair began to make out on Tom’s bed. He was taking control over the making out and was slowly moving on top of Scott. Scot was at first a little put off by how assertive Tom was but the more he kissed Tom the more he liked it. He was more and more willing to let Ton take total control over how they would go.

  Once Tom took off his shirt he started to lick Scott’s nipples through the tanks but he ended up just ripping the tank top off and exposing Scott’s large meaty pecs and rip-cut abs. He then went to town kissing and licking all over Scott’s muscle torso.

  Then like a switch went off with Tom. He grabbed Scott by the head and pulled it towards his nipples Scott was smothered by his chest. But he keeps licking and sucking on them. After moving between the two Scott’s head was then shoved into one of Tom’s armpits. Given what their date was the pits were smelly and tasted horrible. But Scott was getting more turned on now more than ever at being manhandled by Tom.

  Scott enjoyed the smell of manliness that Tom had gone off and did not fight him at all. He gave up all control and just submitted it to Tom. Moving between pits and then finally Tom undid his pants and with a large hard dick stuck it right into Scott’s mouth. Scott took the whole dick down his throat and gaged a lot but he went threw with it.

  Tom began to fuck Scott’s face. As his balls were slapping Scott’s chin and Scott’s noise was at the base of Toms’s shaft the two keep up this pace for some time. Once Tom’s dick was nice and hard it was time for the main show. He pulled out of Scott’s mouth and joking said I hope your other lips are as good as those. With that, he flipped Scott over on the bed and pulled down his pants. Showing off Scotts brief covered muscle ass.

With both hands, one on each cheek Tom began to shake and giggle Scott’s large muscle butt. The site of the giggling being held back by the briefs was such an amazing view. Tom then with one hand slapped the one side of Scott’s ass pretty hard. Then he did it again and then again. Scott was over the top and was begging for more and keep saying harder. To which Tom did harder and at one point had turned both of Scott’s cheeks bright red. Scott was truly humiliated like ever before as he was being treated like a bitch in heat. His only response besides all the loud moaning and begging for more was he raised his ass in the air.

Finally, it was time to take it one step further Tom said as he slid down Scott’s briefs and began to finger the very tight large muscle ass. Scott began to buck back in response to the finger stimulation. After a few minutes more fingers and then finally it was time.

  Tom’s hard dick pushed past Scotts and into the tight space of Scotts now opened hole. The pain was more than what Scott could have every image it would be as Tom slowly but steadily picked up speed in his fucking of Scott. Soon once Scott had become used to the feeling and was now feeling pleasure over pain Tom pick up speed. Tom played full-body pushing down and quickly pounding Scott’s hole. Tom even started to kiss Scott’s neck as he was fucked. But Scott was moaning too loud.

  Without missing a beat Tom garbed Scotts briefs and stuck them into Scott’s mouth. It did help keep him quiet. Tom went back to fucking Scott into a pile of muscle and sweat.

  Scott and Tom ended up fucking for most of the night. Scott was so tired he could not move at all and just lay there on the bed face down giving Tom the best spot to keep fucking his hole. Early in the morning as the two had just finished another fuck session Tom told Scott to put something on to help him keep getting hard. He threw Scott a dog collar, Scott having been fucked into an almost mindless state put the collar on. Tom attached a leash to it and began pulling on the leash as the two fucked again. Scott came without touching himself a true first.

  When the morning came the pair were passed out on the bed Tom holding the leash and Scott cuddled up to Tom. When the pair woke up both were shocked that last night had happened and began to chat. Scott said he had never been fucked before and loved how it felt. He also told Tom how much he liked giving in to Tom’s demands and submitting to him. Tom told Scott he never been like that before and not sure what came over him. He also never been into collar play or anything like that. But looking into Scott’s eyes he said that he enjoyed it and would love to try it again and maybe go farther into the Master-slave role play. Only if Scott was down for it. Scott with a cocky grin said Yes Master daddy as the pair kissed.

Scott has become Tom’s boy and the couple has now moved in together. Scott loves wearing leather gear and sexy underwear to try and get a ster out of Tom. Tom always loves to see his lover in a pair of sexy briefs and a nice collar or harness.

  Today Scott’s order of matching harness and briefs have arrived and he could not wait to put them on. But when he was checking himself out in the mirror posing a bit he remembers something. He had a flashback to his life before Tom. He uses to be a dom top only. He remembers the dating site keep playing this white noise. It matched Tom and him up but said that they needed more work done. The site then began to program somehow Scott into a submissive bitch boy. But Scott figured it must have done the same to Tom turning him into a daddy dom.

  Scott started panicking wondering who had manipulated them both and turned them into this fetish couple. Then suddenly Scott had massive pain in his head. He remembers to not think too much about what happen and he should just accept that now he is better. Tom is better and both of them are now a perfect fit for each other. Almost like they were made for each other.

  With that Scott had to get ready for Tom’s return as he went to the front door. He got on his knees waiting for Tom to come home and fuck him. Scott was hoping today Tom would let him smell his feet and let him give him a foot rub. Tom had such a long day at work it is the least Scott could do to his perfect Valentines.

[jonmcilhenny1]

Male Transformation Blog: “Experiment”

Written by “Curious”

“Where am I?” 

Was all Jeremy could think when he awoke bound to some machine. He looked around and saw an old man smiling at him… It was not a pleasant smile but rather… one filled with lust and twisted into a smirk. His search continued and upon further inspection, he concluded that he was in a lab of some sort. He began to fight for release from his constraints when an electrical surge shot through him. “AH!” Jeremy let out a scream, which only seemed to please the old man more. Jeremy’s head was pounding and he began to feel really light, the electrical current was too strong and Jeremy was powerless to do anything but endure it. It finally stopped but something felt… off. He had the feeling of floating, but that was impossible he was still bound to the machine… He looked down and saw the old man smirking before he closed his eyes and Jeremy saw something that seemed to be spilling out of this strange man; an energy of some sort? His thoughts were stopped short when the essence started floating towards Jeremy and on instinct he dove out of the way just in time to see the essence surrounding… himself? How could that be?! He was right here! He looked down and was surprised to see nothing where his hands should be… where his feet should be… where all of him should be! Jeremy’s eyes grew wide with fear as he saw the essence start to slowly concentrate around his body’s head before slowly flowing into his mouth. His body let out a few groans as the energy filled it up. 

“No, no, NO!”  Jeremy tried to cry out but no one heard him. He looked around, begging, pleading, anyone to stop this from happening. Jeremy was mortified when with one final push, the energy had entered his body completely and let out a few satisfied moans before opening its eyes. An expression Jeremy himself had never seen began to creep across his face… A slow smirk, filled with lust and satisfaction.

“What? How are you doing that? Why am I able to see myself?” Jeremy called again to no avail.

“They can’t hear you.” His body said to him.

“Release me at once!” the new being once again making use of his vocal chords. A button was pressed and the iron constraints were released.

“Well gentleman, it appears this experiment was another success for Professor Bartholomew Smith!” His body stood proudly, “I haven’t felt this great in years, but now if you don’t mind gentlemen, I’m going to… run some ‘tests’ on this new vessel.” He said with a devious smirk before exiting the room. Jeremy flew off after his body and followed it down a couple halls and up an elevator to someone’s private quarters.

On the door there was a plaque that read “B. Smith”. He floated through the door and saw his body progress across the room to another door where it went in and closed the door. Jeremy flew into the room and heard a click. He looked around and saw to discover that this was a bathroom. The impostor was standing in front of the mirror admiring his new perfect face. He smiled cheekily to his reflection before looking at where Jeremy would be in the reflection of the mirror.

“The bathroom is a private place you know… although I suppose there isn’t much you haven’t already seen of this body.” He ran a hand up his new abdominals. “Oooh nice… I bet this took a lot of work at the gym…”

The stranger winked at Jeremy before taking off his shirt and slowly undoing his pants and letting them fall to the ground. “Oh?” He raised his eyebrow, clearly intrigued by what the thin confines of his underwear were concealing, a huge bulge clearly evident. He slowly reached into his pants and let out a gasp before allowing a huge grin to spread across his face, “Very nice…” Jeremy was mortified… this stranger was feeling his body up and he was completely powerless to do anything about it. Pulling down the last remains of clothing this body had on, Jeremy could clearly see the delight in the stranger’s borrowed face. The stranger began to fondle his new-found package and moaning; allowing his hands to dance across this new body, exploring every last crevice. Jeremy was disgusted when his rod started to harden while the stranger reached for some lube. “Damn…” was all the stranger could say when he looked down and saw how huge his new dick was; nice and heavy and very thick. It had to be at least 9 inches the stranger hypothesized of his new appendage.

He squeezed some lube generously onto his cock and began to slowly pump his new cock while his moans grew in volume, his breathing began to come out in pants.

“Damn… I….f-f-forgot… how… g-g-good… this… felt…” The stranger said aloud between pants. His enjoyment was clear in the ecstasy of his face. Jeremy was disgusted; how could this stranger just steal his body, his life, and just use it like that? He flew towards his body and began attempting to press in. The stranger smirked, he seemed to enjoy the sensation of Jeremy trying to take his body back because he began to jerk with feral intensity; pumping faster and faster, his moans growing loader by the second, his muscles tensing while he fought to keep from cumming, biting his lip and stroking harder. His breathing staggering, until finally he climaxed and a relieved, satisfied sigh crossed his lips while his flow of sperm was released out of his new cock. He raised his hands to catch it then raised it to his mouth, playing with it in his mouth a little before swallowing it and savoring the taste. This disgusted Jeremy who only fought harder to reclaim his body.

“Won’t do you any good” the impostor sighed once again with satisfaction “for some reason…” he tried more of his cum, playing with it in his mouth before swallowing it again, “you see…” he began to massage his softening cock “for some reason… we are unable to dive into you.” He raised his hand to his lips, licking it to get the last bit of cum that squeezed out.

Jeremy tried pushing into the stranger again and much to his disappointment, he failed yet again. The impostor laughed,

“Call me Bart- or should I say Jeremy now? Yeah, I think I can get used to that… Call me Jeremy” he laughed. “You’re sick! Give it back!” Jeremy screamed. 

“Now, there isn’t much use in yelling now, is there? I’m the only one who can hear you, and quite frankly my dear boy, I grow quite tired of you… Well, at least the essence of you… This,” he ran his hands up his body again, “I love very much.” He reached down and raised his new body’s shirt to his face, inhaling deeply, and allowing yet another moan to pass his lips.

“Damn…” Jeremy thought to himself as he watched the impostor take advantage of his body “I’ve got to find a way to get my body back…”

“Damn it! I won’t let you get away with this!” Jeremy screamed once again at the imposter who, much to his dismay, had explored his new body a couple more times. Bartholomew laughed, “It took years of research to achieve this, how could a simpleton like you achieve anything?” Jeremy swore to himself, the truth in those words stung. Jeremy released a sigh of defeat, and in mere disgust he couldn’t stand to watch his body have another go with itself so he flew off to do some exploring. He noticed this seemed to be a military base of some sort and wondered just how secret this place was, and what secrets it held hidden within its confines.

His thoughts were interrupted when he looked up and realized he had walked into a locker room of some sort; based on the disarray, he could only guess it was the men’s. Not wanting to see anything, he dashed forward trying to get out of there as soon as possible when a man stepped out into his path.

Not being aware of Jeremy’s presence he made no effort to move out of the way, and received quite a shock when they collided and he began to feel like he was choking, and he fell to his knees. Jeremy wasn’t sure what was happening but it felt as if he were being pulled in. As Jeremy continued to be sucked in, the man groaned multiple times, before exhaling one final breathe and falling unconscious to the ground as the last of Jeremy slipped into his body…

Jeremy moaned, he felt really groggy and slowly raised himself to his feet and got quite a surprise when he caught sight of the mirror. His gaze was returned by the shocked expression of the man he had just collided courses with previously. He reached forward and touched the mirror, making sure his reflection did the same before raising his hands to his face. Everything felt so different; even a simple breathe felt foreign. He noticed this gentleman was in extraordinary shape, and ran his hands along his newfound abdominal muscles, they were incredible… He was in pretty decent shape himself, but nothing compared to the body he now inhabited. Something about feeling his new body was erotic, and he couldn’t help it as his pants began to grow tight with pressure and curiosity getting the best of him, he decided to take a look at his new package. He barely undid his pants when his new piece of property sprung to attention and slapped his abs on its way out.

“Not bad… “ was all Jeremy could say as he began to turn it at different angles in the mirror to really get a look at it. He began to feel a rush, and his new cock was demanding release. 

“Fuck… I don’t want to jerk this guy off!” Jeremy thought to himself but as he gripped it to force it back into its cage, he felt a surge; it felt really good. “Damn” he bit his lip and began to slowly rub it up and down, “Well, it’s not really gay since it is technically mine now I suppose…” As he was massaging his new rod, he began to moan “Ah… that feels… amazing… Oh my… god” he was practically drooling and began to jerk faster when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

“Yeah, you like that you fag?” He said to his reflection and began to make alluring faces, which only increased the already erotic feeling, “Yeah, you like me rubbing your dick for you don’tcha… Ah!” his moans were getting loader, and hearing this stud’s voice somehow made this so much better.

“Yeah, ah! That.. is… ah! Ah! Ah!” his abs began to flex as he was fighting to keep from cumming. He was practically yelling as his body finally began spasming, as he blew his load on the mirror. “What’s that you little fag? You want to try that?” he flash a cocky smile to his reflection before leaning forward and licking his sticky mess off the mirror. 

“Yeah, you like that taste don’t you… you little fruitcake?” he swallowed and released a sigh of content, still bathing in the afterglow of his self-induced orgasm.

“Well, if I can’t get my body back, this certainly isn’t a bad body to be stuck in…” Somehow he seemed to be ‘remembering’ that hygiene was essential in this compound and he licked his lips when he realized that meant he would be taking a shower…

Jeremy got quite the shock when he arrived to the showers; he saw his body standing there naked, and based on the raging erection his body had, he could tell Bartholomew was enjoying his stolen body a lot. Jeremy made his way over to the shower next to Bart’s when an idea struck him, maybe he could seduce Bart out of his body… Jeremy turned on the shower and squeezed some body wash onto his hands then reached down and slowly began to lather his abdomen, moaning at how erotic the touch was.

Bart cocked his head; clearly the show had begun to pique his interest. Jeremy winked at Bart before reaching down and started to massage his borrowed body’s rod, the volume of his moan increasing in intensity. Bart was biting his lip and couldn’t take it anymore; he approached the stranger and put his mouth to Jeremy’s, allowing his tongue to explore. There was something that seemed odd about his old body’s tongue exploring the stud’s mouth that he currently inhabited. Jeremy gave in and started to kiss back, while reaching down he grabbed his old body’s cock and he began to gently stroke it; a sensation that felt familiar yet somehow, it was still foreign.

“Ah,” a slight gasp escaped Bart’s mouth, “That… feels so much better…” Jeremy smirked to himself, and knew he had to make him want this body. Jeremy began kissing his neck, and began making his way down to his cock, stopping to lick his nipples and nibble on them slightly; the moans escaping this imposter’s mouth only made him want his own body more. He kissed down to the dick and began to fondle his sac while rubbing his rod slightly. Bartholomew reached down to put his hands on the back of Jeremy’s borrowed head, and attempted to guide him onto his cock. Jeremy looked up and flashed a smile before standing up and turning him around, putting his old body’s hands against the wall. And he began to nibble on the back of his neck, this clearly driving Bartholomew wild, as he began to press back into Jeremy’s groin.

Jeremy licked his lips before lowering his cock and pressing it into his old ass. Something about taking his own body’s anal virginity was so hot… His anal canal was tight but he grabbed Bart’s hips and began to press with more force, hearing his old body groan in pain, he pushed until he was all the way in. “You like that big boy?” He whispered into his old body’s ear. Bart let out a moan in response; this excited Jeremy and he smirked before slowly rocking his hips back and forth, slowly building in speed. His old body’s moans drove him wild and he began to pound his ass mercilessly. Bart reached down and began to gentle stroke his rod while his ass was being fucked; shuddering with pleasure, he could barely continue stroking. He could feel this stranger’s cock swelling in his ass when he got a sudden urge…

Jeremy’s cock began to feel another pressure, not from the cum that was swelling in his dick, but as if something were forcing its way in, he knew he had his chance. He smirked before allowing his borrowed cock to blow its load into his old ass and pushing his essence through his host’s cock, and into his body’s ass; both bodies collapsed to the floor. He began forcing his way into his old body as he could sense Bartholomew’s spirit pressing into the stranger who had just fucked his body. His body began to moan as he slowly regained control of it and Jeremy began moaning in pleasure, feeling the wonderful afterglow of his orgasm; it felt strange feeling his previous host’s cock sliding out of his ass as it softened, but he enjoyed the feeling. “Who knew gay sex was so much fun?” He thought to himself while he heard his previous host groan while standing up. He turned around and saw the body he had just occupied begin to flex, running his hand across his newly acquired muscles. Something about watching those hot muscles made Jeremy horny and he stood up and went in for a kiss, tweeking the nipples of Bart’s new body. Jeremy would have so much fun with this new fuckbuddy of his…

[jonmcilhenny1]

Goodbye Stepdad, Hello Boyfriend!

The birds chirp away in the midday sun as 23 year old Jack, stands frozen, his eyes wide with shock. Before him stands his boyfriend Liam, now inhabiting the muscular frame of Jack’s homophobic stepdad, Jarred. Jarred’s broad chest heaves under the unbuttoned flannel, his rugged features softened by Liam’s familiar grin. Jack’s voice trembles as he stammers,

“Liam? Is that really you in… him?”

Liam steps closer, his new hands flexing instinctively, the biceps bulging under the skin as he runs them over Jarred’s firm pecs.

“Yeah, babe, it’s me,” he says, his voice a warm blend of Jarred’s gravelly tone and his own affection. “I found this pendant, some old magic, and used it to take over this body. Trust me, Jack, it’s perfect for us.”

Jack shakes his head, stepping back toward the garage. “Perfect? That’s my stepdad, Liam! This is… wrong. How can you even…”

Liam cuts him off, closing the distance, his hands sliding down to grip Jarred’s thick lats, stretching them wide with a creak.

“Hear me out,” he insists, turning to catch his reflection in the truck’s side mirror. “Look at this chest—rock-hard pecs, built like a tank. I can hold you so much better now.” He flexes his arms, the muscles popping, and grins. “These biceps? They’re strong enough to lift you off your feet, babe. No more of that scrawny Jarred attitude, just me, loving you with this power.”

Jack hesitates, his gaze flickering to the pendant, then back to Liam’s transformed form. “But his face, his voice… it’s creepy, Liam. How do I get past that?”

Liam chuckles, peeling off the flannel to reveal the chiseled abs, his fingers tracing the ridges with pride.

“I know it’s a shock, but feel this torso, tight and sculpted, perfect for your hands to explore. And this V-line?” He slides his hands down to his hips, shaking them side to side in a manner that looks rather goofy for the mature man.

“It’s all about us now. Jarred’s mind is locked away—gone is the hate. This body’s mine to reshape, and I’m making it a host for our love.”

Jack’s brow furrows, but curiosity tugs at him as Liam tugs down the jeans slightly, revealing the muscular thighs. “This strength…it’s unreal,” Liam continues, squeezing the firm flesh. “I can carry you, protect you, show you a passion he never could. And this ass?” He turns, giving it a playful smack against the truck, the muscle bouncing slightly. “Plump and perfect! made for you to grab onto.”

Jack’s resistance wavers, his eyes lingering on the body his boyfriend now inhabits. “What about… down there?” he asks hesitantly.

Liam grins wickedly, stepping closer to wrap Jarred’s hand around the heavy, pulsing length now his, stroking it slowly. “Oh, this cock’s a champ! Thick, ready, and all for you,” he purrs, a groan escaping his lips. “It’s better than ever, babe. This body’s a perfect host because it’s got the power to love you the way I always wanted, unrestricted, unjudged.”

Jack swallows hard, stepping forward as Liam pulls him into an embrace against the truck, the hard pecs pressing against him. “I can feel it… you’re still you,” Jack murmurs, his hands tentatively exploring the taut abs. “But how do we explain this?”

Liam nuzzles closer, his hands roaming Jack’s back. “We don’t need to explain to anyone. The pendant’s locked Jarred away, his hate’s gone. This hunk is ours now. Feel these muscles, this heat, it’s all for us to enjoy.” He flexes again, guiding Jack’s hands to the carved ridges. “Tell me this isn’t the perfect host for our love.”

Jack hesitates, then smiles, his fingers tracing the V-line. “Okay… maybe you’re right. It’s weird, but… it feels right with you in there.”

Liam laughs, pulling Jack tighter against the truck. “That’s my man. Let’s make this hunk of spunk ours, every inch of it.”

[jonmcilhenny1]

Bodyjacked

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Bodyjacked

My father had forbidden me from talking to my uncle Jake my entire life; he was his brother, but they hadn’t spoken since my dad was fifteen and my uncle was nineteen. Dad always said it was because of "a disagreement" (I liked to think it was over a girl or something like that, but… was it really that bad to draw such a clear line between them?).

I was browsing some friend suggestions on my social media when I came across what looked like his profile. I wasn’t totally sure it was him, but I mean, what were the odds that someone else had his exact same name and last name? Plus, he looked kinda like my dad.

My dad’s rule felt weird, why wouldn’t he want me to have a relationship with my uncle? He was family. And whatever happened in the past… should stay in the past, right?

I sent the friend request without overthinking it. I got busy with a few things until I felt my phone vibrate with a notification: “Your friend request has been accepted.”

Maybe I could talk to him later. I even started imagining what it’d be like getting close to him. I’d never had any family to talk to outside my parents, and I didn’t have siblings either, so it was a pretty “lonely” life. We could catch up on a lot.

But… when I looked at his photos, I kinda started to get why my dad might not want him around. He had a lot of photos that were… well, flashy. I didn’t want to assume my dad was homophobic or anything, but… Then my head started hurting. Like, really hurting. It was constant and intense—definitely felt like a migraine. Torturous. Like my brain was about to explode.

I was about to leave the room when everything suddenly went black. I don’t know how much time passed. I opened my eyes slowly and found myself in a space completely different from my bedroom. It looked like some kind of walk-in closet. Huge. Well-lit. I looked around, feeling heavy… and why was there a breeze?

My gaze shifted forward — and that’s when I saw what looked like some kind of altar. There were candles, weird salt markings on the floor, and a phone right in the center. The worst part? My picture was on the screen, it was one I’d posted a few weeks ago.

My heart was pounding like crazy. I nervously stepped forward to grab the phone, and that’s when I noticed a mirror in front of me.

— What the fuck?! – I shouted, realizing the reflection wasn’t mine.

It was my uncle’s. Or at least, the person who looked exactly like him from the profile pictures.

He was wearing nothing but a tiny, tight outfit. Like... exotic dancer vibes. A harness, thigh-high socks, and the tiniest pair of underwear I’d ever seen.

I felt so... exposed.

I grabbed the phone quickly, trying to send a message to one my old contact, but there was already a message on the screen:

"Hey kiddo, sorry for introducing myself like this, and under these circumstances. But you've got a pretty nice body, and well… I’m running out of time. And no, I don’t mean you’re sick or anything like that. I just feel myself getting older, which is normal. But 35 is my limit.

I’m sure your dad never told you why we stopped talking. The answer’s pretty simple: I stole his body. It didn’t last long. He figured out how to switch us back within a few weeks and sealed his body so I couldn’t get back into it.

But now… it’s you and me. And look at this, how could I resist?

Don’t worry though, I didn’t leave you totally screwed. I’m actually pretty rich, so you’ve got a bunch of savings to live off before you even have to think about working. And, well, my body is pretty tempting. I hope you like it (not like you have a choice).

I’m sorry, really… but this only works between family. I won’t block you or anything, I’d like us to stay in touch.

Take care, uncle Jake."

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

I felt so confused, so betrayed. How the hell did I screw up this badly?! I should’ve listened to my dad. Now I was stuck in this body. But if he’d figured out how to fix it back when he was young, maybe he could help me too… right? Still, I couldn’t go out looking like this. That’d be beyond humiliating. I headed to the closet, hoping to find something decent to wear out on the street. And then came the next surprise: his entire wardrobe was just as trashy as what I was already wearing.

— What the hell is all this?!

There were latex clothes, leather, tiny or fitted suits, gloves, tight underwear. I felt a mixture of courage and something else the more I touched the clothes. It was like... Curiosity?

I swallowed hard. I could ask my dad to sort it out later, couldn't I? There was still time left, my Uncle Jake didn't say all this had a deadline, I could try things on and experiment.

I took off what I was wearing to put on a leather suit, it felt pretty tight, especially in the front and back at the bottom. My uncle certainly had a nice body... How huge his package looked wrapped up in this thing.

Shit. I felt it slowly harden, my nipples rising and stiffening. I let out a gasp before I dared to bring my hand to my bare chest, giving it a hard squeeze, causing me to let out a moan. It was like a bolt of lightning that struck my whole body, I wanted more, I licked my lips, going back to exploring his drawers.

I felt overwhelmed in a sea of sensations, I wanted to stop but why did everything feel so good? I had never had such urges, much less these preferences for such clothes, but I was getting so excited feeling the texture of each garment. I ended up pulling out some shiny gloves, and that delighted me even more to see. I let out a gasp, almost running out of air with a naughty smile, I loved seeing my gloved hand, I even picked up my new cell phone to take a picture, I looked so good...

My new tan complexion, how sensitive every inch of me felt, shit. Rubbing my bulge just like that, it was so delicious...

JAKE

I felt a little bad about stealing my nephew’s body, but— He looked so damn good...

He was just entering his twenties, and I wasn’t about to let time catch up to me. I lived a pretty chill lifestyle, some might call it “liberal,” I guess. I loved going to nightclubs, spending the night with men from top to bottom, making them mine or giving myself to them.

Either way, it was all perfectly fine with me. But my old body just didn’t have the stamina anymore. Keeping my muscles in shape was getting harder and harder, and guys kept turning me down for being “too old” for those scenes.

So when my dumb nephew suddenly popped into my life, it felt like a miracle sent from above.

I haven’t stopped running my hands all over this body since the second I opened my eyes. It looks so fucking good. That smooth skin… it’s a little weird being whiter than I’m used to, and having such an innocent-looking face, but hey, I’m not complaining. I’d figure out a way to get myself back in the game.

First thing I did was open my phone, download Grindr, and make myself a new profile to get back into my usual adventures. I uploaded a pic, something “innocent,” but made sure to flex my arms just enough to set the thirst trap.

Let the boys go crazy over me.

From my new age, DILFS, jocks, bears, otters, I wanted it all. This body would last me several years and I wanted to enjoy it, I didn't know later what I would do, technically this body is the bottom rung of the family. But I would worry about it later.

I scrolled down, looking at the other profiles, until I came across one in particular, I smiled hungrily as I saw my name and an updated picture.

Apparently my dumb nephew was discovering the advantages of his new body.

- Hello, uncle.

It didn't take him a minute to respond with a photo.

- Save the formalities, come to my house now.

- Sure, I'd be happy to.

Shit, I'm really going to love my new life.

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[jonmcilhenny1]

When I suddenly found out that I would die in less than two months, my world stopped. I was at the peak of my professional life - overweight (working in an office left me with no time to do any exercise), but very successful. The truth is, I couldn’t accept that my life would end earlier than expected after being diagnosed with that rare disease. I started researching every possible way to extend my life, and nothing seemed to work. Until, shortly before my death, I came across strange, hidden information about body possession by ghosts. It all seemed like a joke, but since I was desperate, I ended up studying it and practicing the spells on myself during my final days.

The moment I died, lying in the hospital bed, instead of everything simply ending, I saw myself floating above my body in a translucent, glowing form. I couldn’t believe my spells had actually worked. Apparently, my parents and siblings couldn’t see me - they were just crying around my body.

I didn’t think I’d go through with it, but since the most unlikely plan seemed to be working, I followed through. According to what I’d studied, the spirit of someone who dies after casting those spells has less than 12 hours to possess a new body - otherwise, it disappears in the void. As soon as I became a ghost, I headed toward the person I wanted as my new body: my nephew Jullian.

My nephew had the perfect life, and I can confirm that. His parents were successful, he had earned a college sports scholarship, he was stunningly handsome (like a model), had an enviable body, and a pretty and kind girlfriend. We always got along really well, we were also great friends. But I have to admit, I was jealous - jealous that someone so young could be so perfect and lucky.

Drifting through the city in my new ghostly form, I reached my brother’s house. I passed through the walls and into my nephew’s room. He was peacefully asleep in bed. I couldn’t help but admire how even while sleeping, he looked beautiful.

The fact that he was asleep made the possession process much easier. I approached his face, and when his mouth opened slightly, I threw myself into it with all my might. Jullian woke up startled, feeling something invisible forcing its way into his mouth, as if he were swallowing a giant blob of jelly. He tried to scream but couldn’t — his mouth was completely locked. I felt nothing but joy, seeing it all actually happening, realizing that this body would truly be mine for the rest of my life. As I entered him, I gradually gained control of the body — the feet, the legs, the dick, the torso, the arms, and finally, the head. Once I had full control, Jullian was no longer there. I let out a relaxed sigh and stretched out on the bed.

“Damn, I can’t believe all of this worked.” - I said in my new voice.

“Oh god, he’s so fucking ho-I mean, I’m so fucking hot…” - I said while rubbing my hand through my body. “Look at this chest, these arms, this neck…”

When I grabbed my new and already hard dick, I was shocked. “Damn, what’s the size of that? 8 inches? Poor girlfriend… She’s very sweet, but she’s gotta go though. Fortunately, Jullian is gay now.”

I got out of bed and went to the shower, willing to explore my new body. Everything about it was right and felt right. I washed myself admiring every detail, feeling every scent. I started to lick my giant biceps and delicious armpit, my hard dick leaking pre-cum.

I began to stroke it, feeling myself. I was moaning out loud, stroking my giant new dick harder and faster, and then I came, with jizz bursting out inside the shower. I began laughing and said to myself, while smiling: “This is gonna be a great life.”

[jonmcilhenny1]

The Parental Solution - Loose Ends

(Story originally posted August 15th 2023) This story has been mildly Updated

This is a sequel to The Parental Solution! Make sure to read that story first ❤️

I woke up to a sight I never imagined I’d see. My own dad still sound asleep next to me in bed. A couple weeks ago it would’ve seemed insane. Sleeping in bed next to my dad who I could tell was naked just by how close we were under the sheets. I still hadn’t given in to all his temptations yet thank god. It was hard but necessary, all things considered. Instead I listened to him snore ever so slightly as I reflected on how the hell I’d even managed to get into this situation.

My best friend Jason took over my dad’s body using the potion I bought from a magic shop so he could get away from his terrible parents. Immediately after he picked up on my own hidden crush for my dad and started teasing me about it all the time. Whispering dirty things in my ear using my dad’s raspy voice. Wearing almost nothing around the house to show off his body to me whenever he could. And with everyday it got harder and harder to hide my growing lust for him. I finally gave in and started calling him Dad rather than Jason, even referring to him by my dad’s name Bryce from time to time.

I looked over at him in bed with me, his morning wood pressing against the bed sheets. With a sigh I got up out of bed as quietly as possible to not wake my dad up. I tugged on some of my clothes from yesterday and made my way downstairs where I brewed myself a hot cup of coffee. I put some bread in the toaster and waited a couple minutes for it to pop out again before spreading some butter on it and digging in.

My attention however was then turned from my breakfast to a knocking at the door. It was a brisk but loud knock, as if made by someone that didn’t particularly want to be knocking in the first place. Regardless I set down my toast, wiped off my hands and marched towards the front door. I groggily opened up and of all the people I thought might’ve been knocking at our door, the man that I saw stood on the other side was the last person I could’ve imagined.

He was a middle aged albeit very handsome man. About average height with a sturdy body that’d definitely seen some time in the gym. He adorned a well trimmed salt and pepper haircut with a short beard that accentuated his somewhat thick mustache. But he wasn’t just any hot older daddy. He was Jason’s fucking dad!

“Mr Simmons?” I questioned.

“Ah. Aaron…” I could tell by the sour look on his face that he wasn’t exactly pleased to see me. “Is your father home? I’d like to speak to him.” He asked in a forced polite tone.

I had to stop myself from blushing at the mention of my own dad as my mind couldn’t help flashing back to all the teasing that’s gone on between us. “Uhh yeah but he’s still in bed right now. Long day at work yesterday and what not…” I lied, not sure if Jason/Bryce would want to see his former father.

Mr Simmons sighed. “In that case I’ll ask you. It’s about my son. Jason.” He began sternly. “He’s been missing for over two weeks now and we haven’t found a single trace of him anywhere. It’s driving his mother and I mad. We’d begun to think the stupid boy had just ran off on his own until just the other day I was told someone saw him going into your house the night he disappeared. You wouldn’t know anything about that would you boy?” His tone turned threatening very fast.

“N-no. I have no idea where Jason is. All we did was hang out and then I thought he went home. I’ve got no idea where he is.” I expressed, clearly intimidated by the scowling man in front of me. Obviously it was another lie but what else could I say? Oh yeah sorry Mr Simmons but your son took over my dad’s body because you’re a huge asshole and a terrible father? Yeah no. Unfortunately the older man didn’t seem pleased with my answer.

“Yeah? Well I think you know more about this than you’re telling me. I know you were the one always filling Jason’s head with all the queer bullshit. Trying to turn him into a fag like you unlike the good Christian man his mother and I have been raising him to be.” And there it was. One huge part of the reason Jason had hated his parents so much. On top of all the abuse and manipulation, they were also homophobic bible thumpers. I still remember Jason telling me how they’d always drag him to church while telling him he’d go to hell if he wasn’t straight and christian like they were. Apparently I was the only person he’d felt comfortable coming out to after all that. “You probably convinced him to run away with a bunch of those disgusting fairies didn’t you.” He continued to accuse, his fists balling up slightly.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel extremely intimidated at that moment. “I already told you. I don’t know where Jason is! He didn’t tell me anything alright! If I did, I promise I would tell you.” Once again bending the truth quite significantly but it was all I could do. Thankfully he seemed to buy it for now.

“Fine.” He relaxed his shoulders slightly, no longer looking as though he was gonna beat the shit out of me. “But if I find out you had anything to do with this…” his scowl was more evident than ever as he poked his finger against my chest. “I’ll make sure your queer ass gets sent to hell sooner than you think.” And with an angry snuff he backed away before turning to leave, prompting me to let out a huge sigh of relief. Thankful to still be in one piece.

Seconds later I heard a pair of heavy footsteps behind me followed by a familiar set of thick arms wrapping around me. “Who was that?” Bryce, my new and improved dad, asked.

“It was your asshole father.” I replied bluntly.

Bryce immediately looked up to see the man marching away from our house. His former father. “Jesus… sorry you had to deal with him.” He apologised to me. “Though, this might be weird of me to say but, Mr Simmons is pretty hot now I think about it.” He admitted, knowing I couldn’t exactly judge him for it all things considered. “He’s got a pretty nice ass don't ya think?” As he said that I could already feel his hard cock pressing up against my back.

“Dude. Seriously, what is wrong with you? That used to be your dad.” I said flatly while giving him a look over my shoulder.

“Yeah. He used to be my dad. Not anymore. Now he’s just a dude across the street.” He reasoned. “A hot guy across the street…”

Naturally I couldn’t help checking out the ass of that bible thumper, still being just close enough for me to get a good view of how well those shorts framed it. “I guess so… I mean he’d probably be super fucking hot if he wasn’t such homophobic piece of shit among other things.” As I’d already admitted to myself, the man was a total daddy stud.

“If only a body like that belonged to someone who actually deserved it…” He murmured in my ear with a grin.

Right away I knew exactly what he was implying. But could I do that?! I mean his dad has quite the reputation around here. Being revered by some of the more radical church goers in the community as the perfect example of what a man should be while being hated by most others for being a complete dickhead. To be honest even a lot of other Christian’s around here didn’t like him for how much he screamed about how the rest of us are gonna go to hell or whatever. Especially when it comes to the LGBTQ community. It was honestly disgusting the way he acted most of the time, even towards his own son. Yet I couldn’t help but agree that because of all that… maybe he didn’t deserve such a hot body.

———

The door to a familiar magic shop opened up with a jingle.

“So this is where you got that crazy potion from before huh?” Bryce asked as he walked inside first, myself following close behind him. He looked around, marveling at the well decorated shop and scanning his eyes across all sorts of items that would seemingly have some kind of magical property hidden within them.

“Yup. This is the place. I thought it was all fake when I first came here.” I replied as we made our way towards the front desk. However, the man standing at the desk wasn’t the same guy who’d served me last time. He wore the same strange uniform as the other guy had but it was a slightly older looking man this time. I couldn’t put my finger on it but he had a very ‘high school teacher’ vibe about him with the silver flecked hair and the glasses.

He smiled and ushered us over. “Welcome sirs! What can I help you with!” He asked enthusiastically. “We’ve got all sorts of magical items on sale here. Some are even sample-able!”

At first I assumed this was just another dude that helped run the shop. That is until I saw his name tag. “Simon? The guy who helped me out last time I was here was named Gil. He mentioned you were his boyfriend. When I was here he took a potion that made him huge and hairy to prove the magic was real.” I laughed

“Oh so you’re the customer he did that for eh? If I remember correctly he told me you bought nectar of the bodysnacher. How was it? Get the body you wanted?” He asked curiously.

I shrugged and turned to my dad who was standing behind and motioned towards him. “I dunno you’re gonna have to ask him. He’s the one who used it.” I explained. “He’s actually my best friend Jason. Same age as me. But we used the nectar so he could take over my dad’s body. And if you ask me he’s a better dad than my old one ever was!” I smirked, having fully embraced having a horny dad that wanted to fuck me.

“Woah! Now that’s something.” Simon commented. “Good choice though if I may add.” His eyes ran up and down Bryce’s body. That muscled father of mine had decided to wear some of his tightest clothes to show off every inch of his form, leaving very little to the imagination when it came to the curves of his muscles and the bulge in his crotch area.

“So what about Gil?” I wondered. “Did that potion finally wear off?”

Simon chuckled a little. “Well… uhhh no actually. It should’ve worn off by now but I’m gonna be honest, I was obsessed with what that muscle bear potion did to him. He’s so thick now that hardly any of his clothes fit and the few that do are skin tight. He’s got that massive jiggling belly and such thick arms and legs. God don’t even get me started on his huge ass. And all that body hair just drives me crazy!” He went on a bit of tangent about every minor detail of Gil’s new bear bod. “Long story short, I might’ve begged him to take some more temporary muscle bear potions to extend the effects of it.” He admitted with a slightly embarrassed look. “I was thinking of even asking him to take a permanent one that doesn’t have a time limit hahah…”

“God that sounds hot…” Bryce chirped in, his own stolen cock pressing tightly against his pants as he pictured everything the man behind the counter was saying.

“Anyway. Sorry. That was slightly unprofessional of me to share all that.” Simon stood up a little straighter and attempted to hide his own boner. “Oh! And speak of the devil!” He added, looking past me and Bryce.

The pair of us turn to see a huge bear of a man appearing from behind one of the many aisles. I recognised him right away as the same man that sold me that potion last time I was here. Gilgamesh! And just like Simon had said, that potion certainly hadn’t worn off. He was even now wearing the same clothes as last time except a much bigger size to accommodate his larger body. He recognised me right away and came up to say hello.

“Hey what’s up! Is this your friend that you told me about?” Gil asked as his eyes scanned Bryce’s body just like Simon’s had.

“Yup! But now I’ve gotta call him Dad.” I went on to explain everything to Gil. Telling him all about how Bryce and I had snuck into my Dad’s room while he was asleep after getting Bryce to drink the nectar and put on a pair of my dad’s used socks. Bryce even made sure to clasp a hand on my shoulder while adding how much our relationship had deepened since that night…

“Well I’m glad to hear everything worked out for the two of you!” Gil said as he went in for a big bear hug. “Sorry. Side effect of the muscle bear potion. Makes me wanna bear hug everyone.” He apologised with a guffaw. Though I certainly didn’t mind being squeezed against his big belly to be honest. “Anyway, as much as I love seeing the aftermath of one of my sales, I get the feeling you’re here for something else?”

Bryce and I shared a glance. “Well you see. There’s a man that lives on our street. Total asshole. Harasses those who don’t go to church. Threatens innocent people that do things he doesn’t agree with. And treated his own son like dirt.” Bryce began using my dad’s gruff voice, knowing he used to be that son before everything changed for the better. “But the thing… despite all that he’s still hot as fuck.”

I took over from there. “So the two of us have decided that someone as horrible as him doesn’t deserve to have such an incredible body. So we were hoping you might still have some more of that bodysnachers nectar around here?” I wiggled my eyebrows a little at the burly man. “You know… so someone a little more worthy of that body can take it instead.” I added.

Gil smirked. “I see. Well in that case we better go take a look.” He enthusiastically slung a big hairy arm over my shoulder before leading Bryce and I over to the very same aisle as last time I was here. I could see out of the corner of my eye how Bryce was stopping here and there to read the labels and descriptions of certain items. My attention however was swiftly brought back to Gil as the hirsute man stopped in front of some rather empty looking shelves.

“Ahhh yes. A large group of old men came here the other day and bought a bunch of bodysnatcher’s nectar in bulk. They were planning something about sneaking into a college frat house and taking over all the young jocks there I think. They wouldn’t stop talking about wanting to be young dumb and full of… well you get the idea.” He explained nonchalantly. Just the idea of that had me hard as fuck. “But if you’re lucky… there might just be…” Gil stuck his arm down the shelf and reached right towards the back until his meaty hand finally grabbed something. “One left at the back!” He pulled out one last bodysnatcher’s nectar with a big cheesy grin before handing me the vial.

“Thanks so much Gil! I’ll promise I’ll put it to good use. You can count on that!” I reassured him. “How much do I owe ya again?” I reached into my pocket for some money but as I did the bigger man stopped me.

“It’s on the house this time.” He generously offered. “All I ask in return is that you come back again once you’ve taken your new body so my boyfriend and I can judge for ourselves just how hot this asshole really is.” Gil gave me a reassuring pat on the back. “Besides, judging by how interested your ‘Dad’ is in those spell books, I suspect the two of you’ll be bringing us some more business soon enough.” He gestured over towards Bryce who had his nose deep in one of said spell books.

———

“Do you remember where the spare key is?” I whispered, now stood outside Jason’s old house where both of his religious parents still lived. Bryce didn’t say a word. He simply reached up and into the hanging flower basket above my head before pulling out a key. “I’ll take that as a yes.” We unlocked the front door as discreetly as possible while trying our best to look inconspicuous as we slipped inside.

With how many times Jason had been to my house over the years, I’d never actually been to his. I gotta say though, it’s exactly what I’d imagined. Dull, muted colours. Mundane decorations and furniture. Crosses hung up on half the walls in the house. There was even a huge bible quote on one of the living room walls as if it were a live laugh love sign or something. And the awkward, blank faced family photos only made it weirder.

“Now you can see why I hated living here.” Bryce said bluntly. He almost always acted like my dad to an extent but right now he couldn’t help seeing him as the neighbour he used to be. My friend Jason. “Let’s just get on with this. My parents' room is upstairs.” He hurried us along, ascending the steep staircase.

Before long he led us to a rather large and tidy bedroom. Freshly cleaned sheets, sparkling mirrors, not a single item of clothing lying around. If I had to give Jason’s parents something, they were certainly clean and organised. I didn’t let the cleanliness distract me from the reason we were here though. “So. Where’s your dad’s stuff?” I asked.

“Over here.” Bryce guided me over to the left side of the bed. There he swiftly yanked open a few of the bedside drawers until we found one filled with men’s socks and underwear. “This is his. Grab something quick. It won’t be long before he’s back from work.”

I reached into the draw and quickly pulled out a pair of black and white socks. “And you’re sure your mom isn’t gonna be with him or anything?”

He shook his head. “Nope. She works late on Monday’s. She shouldn’t be back till the late evening. We’ll have hours to do this before she even leaves work.” Bryce reassured me. “My dad on the other hand should be here any second so you’d better drink that magic stuff now.”

I didn’t argue. Right away I reached into my pocket and pulled out the vial. Nectar of the bodysnatcher. The very same stuff that’d given Bryce the more mature body he flaunted now. I twisted off the lid and, without a second thought, downed the entire thing. Right away I could feel something strange. It was the magic settling inside my body and waiting to be activated. Once that was done I kicked off my own shoes and socks before tugging on the clean socks belonging to none other than Nolan Simmons.

“Did you feel it?” Bryce asked.

“Feel what?”

“The spark. When you pulled the socks on?”

I had no idea what he was talking about. “Spark? What spark?”

He looked just as confused as me. “A couple weeks back when I pulled on your dad’s socks before taking his body, I felt a weird spark the moment I pulled them on. You’re saying you didn’t-” Bryce cut himself off as suddenly we heard the front door swing open and a familiar voice from downstairs muttering about how his stupid wife hadn’t locked the door before leaving this morning. Well if we needed any more proof that he was an asshole, there it was.

“Shit, shit. Quick! Hide!” I whispered in a panicked voice. We did exactly as we’d planned. Bryce quickly hid behind the bedroom door while I jumped inside the closet. I feel like there might’ve been some irony there but I was far more distracted by the sound of Mr Simmons’ angry footsteps ascending the stairs. As he did I could only hope everything went according to plan otherwise Bryce and I would probably end up in a jail cell.

Quickly the footsteps reached the top of the stairs before trudging down the hallway and towards the bedroom. Bryce readied himself. Another moment or two passed by and my heart practically skipped a beat when I saw the same man that’d been threatening me this morning. I watched with baited breath through the cracks in the closet door as he entered the room. He seemed as though he was heading in my direction and immediately I began to think of what a man like that would do if he found me hiding in here. Luckily however, before he could reach the closet, Bryce came out from behind the door before quickly sneaking up on Nolan and grabbing him from behind without warning! Immediately trying his best to restrain the man he once called his father.

“W-WHAT THE!? GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!” Mr Simmons shouted in a blaze of shock and panic. “LET GO OF ME YOU-GRAHH!” His protest was interrupted as Bryce forced his former father to the ground. Nolan Simmons might’ve been strong but my dad was pretty strong in his own right. Strong enough to overpower Nolan in a surprise situation like this. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!? WHO ARE YOU?!” He continued to scream and shout, not being able to get a proper look at the man who was holding him in place. Before long he found himself being forced down and pinned to the floor completely.

“Stop struggling asshole. Just give in and soon you’ll feel soooo much better.” Bryce cooed into the protesting man’s ear.

Nolan's eyes went wide. He recognised that voice. The voice of a man he’d once had a close friendship with that was eventually ripped apart. All because their sons began hanging out and ‘encouraging each other to be queer’ as Nolan put it. “Hold on…Bryce??”

“You’re half right.” I chimed as I stepped out from my hiding spot. “You know when you came to my house this morning asking about Jason? Well. I lied. I know exactly where your son is.” I took a few steps closer until I was stood looking down at the very same man that’d seemed so intimidating to me not long ago. “He’s right there, holding you down.” I said bluntly, causing Mr Simmon’s face to twist in confusion. “I’ve gotta say he makes a much better father than you and my former dad combined.” I taunted him.

The bible thumper could hardly believe or even understand what he was hearing. Instead he resorted to throwing a slurry of homophobic slurs at the two of us. All the while trying in vain to kick and wriggle his way out of Bryce’s grip. Usually hearing those kinds of hurtful words would’ve pissed both of us off but right now, knowing what was to come for this man, we couldn’t help but pity him. Even if he didn’t deserve pity.

“Lift him up a little for me would you dad?. I’ve gotta kiss him to activate the magic, remember?” I asked.

Bryce smirked, adjusting his position a little before carefully maneuvering until he was able to pull Nolan up onto his knees. The silver haired man’s arms still restrained and his ankles pinned. Unable to move. “How’s that?” Bryce asked.

“Perfect.” I confirmed while getting a better look at the body before me. That handsome face that seemed so masculine yet somewhat adorable at the same time. Those pecs pressing tightly against his shirt. That noticeable bulge in his work pants. And so sooo much more. And Nolan didn’t deserve a single bit of it. But I did. Then, much to Nolan’s disgust, I stripped off all my clothes in a blink of an eye leaving only the pair of stolen socks on my feet. I stood proud with a victorious look on my face as I let my average dick swing free in front of a homophobe.

Part of me wanted to bask in the moment a little more but I was far too eager to get this underway. And so I quickly got down onto my knees and before Nolan could do anything to stop me, I pressed my lips hard against his. He tried to recoil but he couldn’t go far. I had him… or at least I thought I did. I kissed him for a good 10 seconds or so and nothing happened to the point where I eventually found myself pulling away.

“W-what?” I muttered, not understanding why it hadn’t worked. At the same time Nolan took the opportunity to spit at me and shout even more slurs. Even angrier than before as he called us disgusting perverts. I asked Bryce and he didn’t seem to have any idea either… that is until I remembered what he’d said earlier just after I’d pulled on the socks. “Wait… no spark.” I mumbled. That’s when it hit me. Step 2 of getting the nectar to work was wearing a recently worn article of clothing. These socks were washed and put away unlike the dirty pair of socks Bryce used when he took over my Dad.

“What is it Aaron?! Why didn’t it work?” Bryce asked, starting to get a little worried as they didn’t really have a backup plan.

“I think I know.” I pulled off the fresh socks I’d stolen before walking around and behind to two men. “Just keep him still. I’m gonna try something.” I crouched down and shuffled between Bryce’s legs a little until I had easy access to Nolan’s large brown loafers. Against his very clear wishes I slipped his shoes off and put them to one side. I’ll be honest it was hard to ignore the strong scent that came with them. If there wasn’t a sense of urgency I might’ve taken a moment to press my nose inside each loafer. Instead I focused on those large socked feet I’d unleashed.

“If these don’t work then nothing will.” I mumbled before gripping the sweaty black socks and pulling them off Nolan’s feet one at a time. I tried to resist but I couldn’t stop myself from giving those pungent socks a quick sniff. A little hypocritical considering I’d reprimand Bryce for doing the same thing. I even kept one of them pressed against my nose as I stood up and walked back around in front of them.

“What!? You wanna huff on my socks now you disgusting little cock sucker!?!” Nolan yelled.

I took the large pair of socks and began tugging them over my feet. “Oh I want a whole lot more than that.” And then, as soon as I pulled on that second sock, I felt it. The spark. Coursing through my body. My once wavering confidence rushed back in full force. “I want to touch, smell and see your body wherever I go. I want to turn your homophobic ass into the biggest homo this side of the earth. I want… you.” There must've been an almost crazed look in my eyes as even Bryce seemed a little spooked when I grabbed the sides of Nolan’s head. “And now. You’re going to be all mine.”

And with that I slammed my lips against his with even more passion than before. Feeling his thick mustache forced to rub against my upper lips while he groaned in protest through the kiss, unable to stop me.

His groans of protest would quickly turn to grunts of fears as the magic began to activate. It seemed all I needed was a more recently worn pair of socks as now our lips were stuck together and impossible to part. Seeing that the process had begun, Bryce let go of his former father and the first thing the panicking man tried to do was pull away from me. But to no avail. Because of this Nolan began freaking out! Forcing both of us up to our feet before stumbling around the room. For a second Bryce looked as though he was about to step in again until I used all my strength to push Nolan onto the bed. The pair of us fell back onto the soft sheets, my naked body landing on top of him. Before he had another chance to move or fight I wrapped my arms and legs around him with a firm grip.

Nolan made every effort to break free but I’d latched on tight and wasn’t about to let go. Before he could battle against me any further though, the most delightful sensation imaginable passed over my entire being which caused me to let out an involuntary moan into the kiss. And to my surprise Nolan let out a similar groan into my mouth seconds later. His eyes had begun to roll back slightly as I could only guess that a similar sensation had overtaken him as well. If anything he must’ve been in even more ecstasy than I was judging by how his thick dad cock had begun to harden in his pants, causing his bulge to grow obscenely before rubbing up against me. Yet through all the grunts and groans I could tell he still wanted to fight. He tried to push me away but the pleasure that ran through him was draining any strength he might’ve had to struggle against me. Before long Nolan's body couldn’t help but give in to me and the magic flowing between us. Now the next phase could begin.

It’d been one thing seeing Jason disappear inside my dad’s body but actually feeling my own body and limbs getting sucked inside Nolan’s large muscular frame was something else entirely! My hands were one of the first things to go, phasing through his shirt and into his back as I still had my arms wrapped around him. My legs then began naturally aligning themselves with Nolan’s thicker ones before slowly sinking in. The feeling was beyond anything I’d ever imagined. Even as my torso began to lower itself into the older man’s frame, there wasn’t even an ounce of pain. Nothing but pure bliss as my entire form went completely numb! I rubbed my crotch against his as much as I possibly could before that too phased through the man’s pants and was pulled down into his body.

Soon enough my arms, legs, ass and cock had all disappeared, pulled inside Nolan’s body much to his distain. Honestly I was surprised he hadn’t gone delirious from the raw amount of satisfaction the magic seemed to bring to us both. I was certainly getting there. Yet somehow he regained some semblance of awareness only to be horrified as he watched my torso sinking into his. He practically screamed into the kiss as our gazes were forced to meet. His eyes were darting all over frantically as he tried to move his body. I could just about feel his body from the neck down after having sunk inside. It was twitching but he was too weak to do anything now. It was already too late as I could feel my face drawing nearer to his. The final part of my assimilation commenced at last as my face phased into Nolan’s along with the rest of my head. Before long my vision completely blanked out…

After that Nolan regained full control of his body… to an extent. “N-NO! Get out of meeee! Gahhhh!…” he yelled and grunted, feeling my presence inside of his very being. But despite his best efforts he couldn’t fight against me nor could he stop his cock from getting unbearably hard. He practically begged Bryce to help him but the idle man did nothing but watch in satisfaction, finally getting to see his horrible ex-father get exactly what he deserved. “Y-you’re demons! Both of you! Unholy demons!!” He claimed while writhing around on the bed, struggling to control himself. He tried to get up from the bed but his cock pulsed even harder, threatening to burst out of his pants at any moment. His balls swelling up fatter than ever before as they prepared to unload every ounce of his free will. “Nooooo… I can’t… I-Urrghhh…” He grabbed at his crotch uncontrollably, mouth hanging open with the overflow of stimulation being forced through it until finally… “FUUUUCKKKKK GRAHHHHHhhhhhhhuuuhh…” What started as a massive roar of protest slowly faded as Nolan blew the fattest load of his life. A massive dark spot forming over his bulge as he flooded his pants with cum.

The second Nolan spilled his ball batter, I found myself being hurled into the driver’s seat. Right away I was hit with the tail end of his orgasm and couldn’t help grinning. Feeling my new fat cock buck as it squirted a few final ropes of dad nut into my already sticky pants. “Ohh yeahhhhh…” I let out a huge sigh of relief knowing that I’d won. Even as the cum soaked into my new work pants, I could feel Nolan’s soul slowly being churned and absorbed by my own. I could already feel every memory and personality trait of his gradually becoming accessible to me. It wouldn’t be long now before I became the one and only Nolan Simmons inside and out. But in the meantime I was certainly going to enjoy the outside.

“How do you feel Nolan?” Bryce moved closer towards the bed, knowing now that the man he’d once hated was gone for good. Replaced by someone far superior. Me.

I grumbled a little, holding my head before slowly sitting up. I glanced down at myself, seeing the thick muscle I now adorned still hidden underneath Nolan’s clothes. I was even wearing the same black socks that I’d stolen from him again. Now back on the feet they were meant for. I flexed my arms a little, feeling my biceps bunch up against my shirt before bringing my hands to my chest so I could feel the juicy pecs that sat upon it. God feeling this kind of bulk on another man was one thing but feeling it on myself was a whole other level of euphoric. Feeling the power that now flowed through my bigger and stronger body with every movement I made was everything I’d hoped it would be. “I feel fucking fantastic Bryce.” I replied while running a slow hand over my wet bulge once more.

Slowly I pushed myself up off the bed, my new larger feet touching the ground for the first time. I wobbled a little at first, not used to my new weight, but I quickly adjusted. Bryce simply stood back and allowed me to explore myself for a moment. Watching on curiously as I made my way towards the circular mirror sat on the dresser. And what I saw made me feel a whole flurry of emotions. Staring back at me was the same handsome face that’d been screaming obscenities at us not moments prior. The piercing eyes belonging to the homophobe that made Jason’s life a living hell for so many years. The salt and pepper hair along with this beard and mustache that were trademarks of a man that embodied all the worst parts of the christian community. But I was none of those things. I might’ve stolen his dashing looks and gorgeous body but I was a proud gay man and an ally to all others in the LGBTQ+ community. Something the old Nolan would’ve despised being. But what he wanted didn’t matter because I was Nolan now and I plan on putting this ridiculously hot body to far better use.

Not being able to resist the temptation, I pulled off my new shirt before tossing it at Bryce so I could finally get a better look at what I was working with and I certainly wasn’t disappointed. Though he kept in very good shape, the old Nolan wasn’t one to show off his physique all that often so I’d never had the luxury of seeing him shirtless before. But if anything that only made this moment sweeter as I freed my new pecs from their prison and began groping them to my hearts content. Adoring how squishy they were but so firm when I flexed them. Admiring the dusting of chest hair that spread across them. I was only able to pull my hands away from my chest when the desire to flex my biceps again grew too strong to ignore.

Once I was satisfied with the admiration I’d given to my broad upper body (for now), my gaze couldn’t help shifting towards my lower half. A toothy grin spread across my face that seemed extremely out of character for this face as I unhooked my belt and undid pants. I could feel Bryce's eyes watching intently and I yanked down both my pants and cum soaked underwear at the same time, allowing my still half hard cock to spring out. And what a cock it was. It’s length was about average sitting at around 6 inches but god the girth! It was one of the thickest dicks I’d ever seen from the base all the way up to its fat mushroom head which was still drooling cum. And it was all mine along with the heavy set of balls that came with it. No wonder Nolan always acted like a hard ass with a pair of bull nuts this big to inflate his ego.

I went on to admire my legs a little after getting over the initial shock that came with my new still twitching dick. I ran my hands along my sizeable quads before giving my bulky calves a squeeze. But by far what stole the show was my hot muscle dad ass. We’d already gotten a good idea of how big it was by how its shape was still visible even through some of Nolan’s baggiest pants. But now we got the full show. Nolan’s thick cheeks on full display. And naturally it didn’t take long for me to start squeezing and jiggling them to my delight. Though, considering how the rest of my body had a decent coating of hair, I was surprised to feel how smooth my new ass was.

“You havin fun over there…” Bryce commented, prompting me to turn my attention to him for a moment. When I did I noticed he’d whipped out his own dick at some point and was slowly jerking it to the display I’d been putting on. I guess deep down we were both hot for daddy. And now that I wasn’t related to Bryce anymore… I suddenly found myself feeling even more attracted to him than before. Like that former sense of taboo had finally been lifted. Kind of.

“I’ll be having even more fun when I get this tight virgin hole of mine stretched.” I paced over towards Bryce, giving him a truly affectionate look that I doubt he’d ever seen on his fathers face before. “So how’s about you get in the bed and get your cock ready for me.” I commanded, allowing Nolan’s somewhat dominant nature to seep through.

I didn't need to ask him twice. In a flash Bryce was completely naked, showing off his hairy body once again, before practically leaping onto the bed. He laid flat on his back with his hands behind his head and his cock standing tall and ready. Now that was a sight. Two best friends stealing the bodies of each other’s dad only to wanna fuck immediately after. In Nolan’s case I suppose it was somewhat poetic justice for everything that he did and said. But it didn’t really matter because the only Nolan left around here now was me.

With a lustful smirk I crawled back onto the bed before maneuvering on top of Bryce. Allowing my brand new dad ass to hover gently above his cock as we stared into each other’s eyes. Completely lost in the fantasy of it all until I lent down and pushed my lips against his. It was probably the first time these lips had ever kissed another man willingly. It certainly wouldn’t be the last though. I felt our beards gently rubbing together while our kiss deepened and as it did I slowly lowered my ass until Bryce’s throbbing cock was massaging my entrance.

It was then that I broke the kiss and pinned Bryce down with my newfound strength. “Now. I’d say it’s about time we use that fat dick of yours to fill this needy dad hole.” I sneered down at him. I could already tell he eager to fulfil my request by the way his dick started to lather my ass with precum moments later. However I didn’t let him waste too much of his precious seed before reaching back and grabbing his cock, aligning it perfectly with my hole. “Now gimme that cock daddy-o!” I roared before lowering myself onto the rod with a deep and guttural moan.

In that moment we both saw something we never thought we would. I saw the man I used to call dad lying beneath me with a horny grin and lust-fuelled eyes, even if I knew it wasn’t really him on the inside. Meanwhile Bryce got to see the sight of his own father moaning above him while pressing his cock inside the man that once made his life hell. It was a surreal sight. One that I almost wanted to pull away from for a moment. Because for that moment I still thought of the man beneath me as being my father. And I thought of myself as his father. But as I slowly lowered my ass further down into his dick, I realised something.

We weren't each other's dad anymore.

There was no familial connection between our new bodies. No blood ties. Nothing. Bryce was just another hot older man that lives across the street from me. Nolan. A former homophobe turned gay power bottom. Aaron and Jason were simply the names of our two sons who’d seemingly run off together and any memories of them would soon fade into obscurity.

Upon my epiphany of sorts, a deeper level of vigour and lust for the man beneath me flowed through my veins. Bryce looked pleasantly surprised for a moment as I started bouncing up and down on his dick as best I could while holding him down. It was intense to say the least. With an asshole this tight I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t quite painful at first but I was willing to push through it. All it meant was that I needed to keep training this formerly straight christian ass to take cock even better in the future. I was already making mental notes to order plenty of lube and dildos to practice with when this was over.

At multiple points I could tell Bryce was eager to flip up over and do the fucking himself but I refused to let him. I might’ve been the one getting fucked here but I was still the one in charge. Whether he liked it or not he was gonna stay put and be my personal fuck pole until I was nice and full. And between all the kissing, touching and dirty talking, I could tell that time was starting to grow near. His balls prepared themselves for the tsunami that was bound to come at this rate.

Feeling this only served to drive me further over the edge myself. I made sure to grind my thick dad butt all the way down to the base. Honestly I didn’t think I’d be able to do it on this body’s first time taking dick but lo and behold I pulled it off. It was painful but boy, just the feeling of filling this new ass of mine completely with cock released an almost incomparable amount of dopamine in my brain. The only thoughts running through my mind were ‘dick’ and ‘cum’ as the levels of joy I was feeling almost matched the pleasure I got from hearing Bryce’s moans echoing through the household. Moans that only continued to get louder and needier until finally I got exactly what I wanted.

The man below me tensed up as his cock began to spasm inside me. I didn’t need three guesses to know what that meant. Especially when I felt his thick hot seed coating my insides while I drained Bryce’s balls to the last drop. Watching as he writhed in pleasure beneath me while unloading buckets worth of cum inside my hole. Seeing his hands grip the bed sheets as I pressed my ass down on it a couple more times. Continuing to bounce on his cock until he begged me to stop due to how sensitive it became. Eventually, when I felt as though his cock had nothing left to give, I adhered to his pleas and released his cock from my asshole’s tight grip.

“Better get used to that babe. From now on I plan on making you drain at least one load into me everyday. This new ass of mine is hungry.” I grinned deviously at him before kissing along his neck, feeling my new mustache rub against his skin. “Mr Simmons was wasting it for such a long time so I’m gonna make up for all the years he neglected this beautiful ass.” My face moved closer to the hairy pit under his arm. “Mmmm now it’s time for papa to get a good taste of that!” I purred before shoving my nose deep into one of his sweaty armpits and inhaling the gorgeous post sex scent they exuded. I couldn’t help but notice how they smelt subtly different now that I was sniffing them with a different nose. Regardless, they still smelt just delicious. So much so that before long I was running my tongue along his pits greedily to lap up the sweat.

“Do you think… we should head back… to my place before… your wife gets home.” Bryce said between laboured breaths.

“I suppose so.” I agreed. “Let me just finish cleaning off your pits. Then we can grab some of my clothes and get the fuck out of here.” I added before lapping up more of that delicious salty sweat his hairy pits produced.

———

It’s been roughly three weeks since that day. After we left Nolan's house that day, we hardly ever went back. We took everything that belonged to Nolan (now mine) that I might need and brought it back to Bryce’s house across the street where we stayed after that. Of course my new Wife was furious when I said I was leaving her for Bryce but there wasn’t shit she could do about it. I even told her all about the furious gay sex we had and how he satisfied me more than she ever could by filling me up with cum. It might sound harsh but she wasn’t much better of a parent than the old Nolan so it was karma in my mind. After that she was quick to file for a divorce which I was happy to sign upon being given the papers.

Now Bryce and I live happily together. We both worked the jobs given to us by our new identities which wasn’t all that hard with all the memories at our disposal. We even went to the gym together which was incredibly fun. However the best part was always getting home and taking off our sweaty clothes so we could swap 'em and sniff each other’s damp, pungent gym clothes. While I usually went for the pouch on his underwear first, my ass sweat must’ve smelt particularly good to him as he always went for the back of my underwear before anything else.

This was then almost always followed up by some hot steamy dad sex. I would always make him bust a load in my hole but if the prostate stimulation wasn’t enough to make me blow my own nut in that time then we’d flip and I’d fuck his ass relentlessly until he was just as full of cum as I was. Regardless it would seem the power dynamic there had certainly shifted in my favour which I wasn’t gonna complain about.

Besides that however we were already living happier lives than we ever had before. The only bad thing about it all was all the questions people would ask and the odd looks thrown our way for this sudden change in our behaviour. Because of this I suggested to Bryce about looking for a new place to start our lives fresh. Somewhere that we wouldn’t already be known by the community. Somewhere we can just be Bryce and Nolan, the hot horny couple of daddy’s in the neighborhood. Bryce seemed to like that idea so now we’re looking online for places to move to.

The only hiccup in that plan was that we didn’t want to move too far from Gil’s magic shop. We went back after I became Nolan and Gil himself seemed very impressed with the new form I’d taken. After explaining our moving situation however, he told us not to worry about it. Apparently there were a bunch more Gil’s magic shops all around the world. According to him all of them are connected and every single one has a door portal that brings them to the same place. So regardless of where we move we’ll likely still be able to visit. As confusing as that was, I kinda understood.

With that though, Bryce and I were just excited to begin this new chapter together. And perhaps even spice things up from time to time by purchasing a few more items from Gil’s shop. Regardless I was sure that from this point on, our lives were going to be perfect…

[jonmcilhenny1]

The Jock Spell

With bated breath and blurry vision, Jeremy(?) stumbled over to the nearest mirror in the locker room. He looked at himself in the mirror while using the counter to hold himself up, and his jaw dropped when he saw his reflection.

“No, this wasn’t supposed to happen… Is that me?”

A couple of weeks ago, Jeremy Nguyen was just an average nerd with nothing particularly remarkable about him. He had a deep interest in all things fantasy-related. He graduated from college with relatively high marks and worked as a science teacher at his old high school. It wasn’t an exciting life by any means, but Jeremy was content with his simple, happy life. 

Aside from his usual nerdy hobbies, Jeremy had also started regularly hitting the gym ever since the new year rolled around. Sure he couldn’t lift more than 10 pounds and got tired after only about 8 minutes of light cardio, but it was the thought that counts. Not that it really mattered to Jeremy anyway. He wasn’t interested in becoming a full-blown gym rat or anything like that. Jeremy only started exercising so that his doctor wouldn’t give him yet another lecture about his health during his yearly physical. 

Jeremy pulled up to the gym one early afternoon. He normally went to the gym at night due to his busy work schedule as a teacher. However, thanks to an obscure local holiday, the schools were closed and he had the day off. Jeremy decided to switch up his usual routine and work out in the afternoon instead. He walked inside, did his warm-up stretching, and began his workout with some light hammer curls. The gym was surprisingly very packed that afternoon, especially compared to how empty it was at night. There were people everywhere! 

As Jeremy continued his workout, he noticed his gaze kept coming back to one particular man just across the free weights area from him. 

The guy was absolutely jacked from head to toe! Standing at 6’2” tall, he made a lot of other people in the gym look tiny by comparison. Jeremy watched with great awe as the muscular Adonis hit shoulders with dumbbells he could only ever dream of lifting off the ground, let alone work out with! 

However, despite the man’s amazing physique, Jeremy wasn’t attracted to him. He never liked the muscular look in men. Wasn’t really his type at all. Yet at the same time, Jeremy couldn’t stop looking at him for some reason. The man looked vaguely familiar. Jeremy racked his brain but couldn’t place his finger on it. It was weird. He tried ignoring him and just focusing on his workout, but then the man did something that made him remember exactly who he was. Near them was an overweight man who was struggling to get through a rep with just the barbell. The man watched him from afar and sneered like it was the funniest thing in the world. It was that cocky smirk that made bad old memories come flooding back in. 

The man’s name was Jared Taylor. 

That name and the arrogant smile that came with it haunted Jeremy for most of his teen years. To put it shortly, they had the stereotypical high school jock bully/scrawny nerd relationship you see in movies and TV. Jared loved teasing and making fun of others. Especially quiet nerds like Jeremy who played Pokémon in class after already finishing their work. Needless to say, Jeremy hated Jared with a passion. He was thrilled to finally be rid of the bastard when they graduated and went their separate ways. Jeremy went to study chemistry while Jared continued playing for some college football team. 

Jeremy never would’ve expected to see his former high school bully back in town. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like Jared recognized him (you would think he would after tormenting him for 4 years…) Plus, Jeremy always went to the gym during the nighttime anyway. He wouldn’t have to worry about seeing Jared Taylor ever again! 

Or so he thought. 

Much to Jeremy’s dismay, he kept seeing Jared every time he went to the gym. It didn’t matter if he went late at night or early in the morning before work, Jared was there— working out with some of the heaviest dumbbells the gym had to offer. 

Jeremy tried shrugging it off as mere coincidence, but his patience grew dangerously thin with every passing day he saw him. Jared’s cocky smile. His dominating presence. His haughty laugh just screamed, “I’m bigger, stronger, and just overall better than you!” Jared was already bad enough in high school, but he had only seen to have gotten worse with age! 

Then, on a random Saturday, Jeremy decided he had finally had enough. It was time someone stepped up and knocked the arrogant asshole down a peg or two. And who better to do it than the nerd he loved bullying every day? 

And so, Jeremy devised a plan to rid Jared of the one thing he loved more than trolling: his muscles.  Jeremy scoured through his massive collection of fantasy books and trinkets, searching for the magic he would need to pull off his plan. There were plenty of naysayers who didn't believe in magical powers, but Jeremy was never one of those muggles. He believed in magic ever since he was a kid and never stopped, even as he grew up. 

After extensive searching, Jeremy finally found a very old book of spells from back when he used to play D&D. The book puffed out a cloud of dust as Jeremy opened it for the first time in forever. An eerie smile emerged on Jeremy’s face as he read up on a spell designed to reverse a character’s stats and build. It was exactly what he needed to get revenge on Jared. 

Once he memorized how to perform the spell, Jeremy left for the gym that same night. Just as expected, Jared was there too. 

Luckily for Jeremy, the gym was empty that Saturday night, save for about a dozen people. The fewer potential witnesses, the better. 

Jared was busy hitting shoulders in the free weights area. Jeremy positioned himself so that he was just across from him in the cardio section. He had a clear shot of him. Once he was sure there was absolutely nobody watching, Jeremy set his plan into action. He used his fingernail to scratch the tip of his pointer finger until he bled out a couple of drops, then smeared it with his thumb and forefinger. Once that was done, Jeremy focused on his target and recited the spell. 

aketay awayyay isthay ansmay onfidencecay ybay urningtay imhay intoyay ethay ingthay ehay ateshay ethay ostmay

Jeremy’s finger shined a brilliant red as he finished casting the spell. A beam of light shot out of him as soon as he recited the last syllable, heading directly towards Jared. Jeremy smiled maniacally, knowing he was finally going to get his revenge after years of torment, though unfortunately, his pleasure was only short-lived. His smile faded as he watched Jared bend over to pick up a dumbbell, causing the spell to miss its intended target. Instead, the light hit the mirror, ricocheted, and hit Jeremy square in the chest, knocking him off the treadmill. 

God-DAMN IT!! How could I mess up such an easy shot!?

Jeremy writhed in agony. He couldn’t believe his plan failed just because of a little timing slip-up. Red with embarrassment, Jeremy forced himself to get up despite the great pain he was in. As he rushed over to the guy’s locker room to hide himself, the spell activated. 

Jeremy held his arms to his stomach as an intense wave of nausea washed over him. A strange warmth was radiating from his torso. His walking speed slowed as Jeremy found himself suddenly struggling to breathe. Low groans and growls escaped his mouth as his chicken legs exploded with body mass growth. It felt like his legs were on fire! The muscle fibers in his legs broke down and grew back rapidly until he had legs as strong and thick as a horse. Confused at what was going on, Jeremy looked down and audibly gasped when he saw his upper body transforming right before his very eyes. 

His chest puffed out as his pectorals grew and grew until he had a nice, firm set of daddy milkers. His shoulder span nearly doubled in length as the muscles in his back rapidly tore and regrew back within a matter of minutes. His arms thickened and hardened with muscle mass too. His once pencil-thin arms had become absolute cannons with biceps the size of melons and veins throbbing with strength. With a set of washboard abs to boot, Jeremy had become an insanely ripped bodybuilder— completely unrecognizable from his former skinny and weak nerd self. 

“Nnnn… What’s happening to me…!?” Jeremy huffed out a moan as forced himself to keep moving. He powered through the transformation pain and made it to the locker room where he could be alone. With bated breath and blurry vision, Jeremy stumbled over to the nearest mirror in the locker room. He looked at himself in the mirror while using the counter to hold himself up, and his jaw dropped when he saw his reflection.

“No, this wasn’t supposed to happen… Is that me? And since when did I become so… Jacked?”

Jeremy’s shocked expression morphed into a grin as he inspected his new body. Although he was never a fan of the muscular jock look, his tone quickly changed now that he was the buff one admiring himself in the mirror. He was practically purring with delight as he ran his hands over his arms, savoring the feeling of new, firm muscle on his body. Jeremy's original nerdy personality began fading away with every flex of his new muscles, leaving space for his new cocky gym bro attitude.

Then, wanting to get an even better look at his body, Jeremy stripped down to just his underwear. 

“Heheheh… Just LOOK AT MY MUSCLES BRO! I’M A GREEK GOD NOW!”

His voice boomed with newfound confidence as he spent well over half an hour just checking himself out. As he struck the double bicep pose, a sudden head pain brought Jeremy back down to reality. 

“Huh? What the hell am I doing?” Jeremy thought to himself. He massaged his forehead as he thought about the answer to his own question. However, the more he thought about it, the more questions about who he was began to pop up. 

“Who am I? What’s my name? What do I like? What do I dislike?”

He thought long and hard, but couldn’t find anything. It was like his own brain had been enshrouded in a deep fog. He kept thinking and thinking until for a brief moment, he had a glimpse of what seemed like an old memory. He was… Jeremy Nguyen? And he liked… video games, anime, and fantasy books— 

He shook his head. There was no way that description was right. He wasn’t a fucking nerd. Far from it. He took a deep breath and tried remembering his identity again. This time, the correct info came flowing in like water. 

His name was Isaac Nguyen and to him, working out wasn’t just a hobby but a lifestyle and a passion. He played football both in high school and in college, then dedicated his time and energy to bodybuilding once he graduated. His body was like a golden medal to him. It was his pride and joy, and he loved nothing more than getting a good pump and flexing in the mirror whenever he had the chance. 

With his new identity securely established in his mind and spirit, Isaac stepped out of the locker room to finish his upper body workout for the day. As he made his way to the free weights area, he noticed some scrawny dude with glasses struggling to curl a 10-pound dumbbell. Isaac had to stifle a laugh as he walked past him. 

“Heh, can’t even lift the beginner weight, what a fucking loser… Bet he spends all his time playing video games with his other dork friends. God, I can’t stand these kinds of dudes…”

As Isaac finished that thought, he ran into an old friend he hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Oh shit, Jared! Where ya been, bro!?”

“Long time no see, man! Looking swole as always, big guy!!” Jared responded. 

The two men pulled each other in for a bro hug. As they pulled away, Isaac felt himself hating the man he just shook hands with. It was weird. Like he had some sort of deep-rooted resentment against Jared. But that couldn’t possibly be right. Isaac and Jared were best bros since they joined the football team together back in freshman year of high school. They were basically the kings of the school back in the day! 

Yes, that’s right… Isaac was a jock, just like Jared. He had always been one. Never a nerd. 

Never.

[jonmcilhenny1]

Goodbye Stepdad, Hello Boyfriend!

The birds chirp away in the midday sun as 23 year old Jack, stands frozen, his eyes wide with shock. Before him stands his boyfriend Liam, now inhabiting the muscular frame of Jack’s homophobic stepdad, Jarred. Jarred’s broad chest heaves under the unbuttoned flannel, his rugged features softened by Liam’s familiar grin. Jack’s voice trembles as he stammers,

“Liam? Is that really you in… him?”

Liam steps closer, his new hands flexing instinctively, the biceps bulging under the skin as he runs them over Jarred’s firm pecs.

“Yeah, babe, it’s me,” he says, his voice a warm blend of Jarred’s gravelly tone and his own affection. “I found this pendant, some old magic, and used it to take over this body. Trust me, Jack, it’s perfect for us.”

Jack shakes his head, stepping back toward the garage. “Perfect? That’s my stepdad, Liam! This is… wrong. How can you even…”

Liam cuts him off, closing the distance, his hands sliding down to grip Jarred’s thick lats, stretching them wide with a creak.

“Hear me out,” he insists, turning to catch his reflection in the truck’s side mirror. “Look at this chest—rock-hard pecs, built like a tank. I can hold you so much better now.” He flexes his arms, the muscles popping, and grins. “These biceps? They’re strong enough to lift you off your feet, babe. No more of that scrawny Jarred attitude, just me, loving you with this power.”

Jack hesitates, his gaze flickering to the pendant, then back to Liam’s transformed form. “But his face, his voice… it’s creepy, Liam. How do I get past that?”

Liam chuckles, peeling off the flannel to reveal the chiseled abs, his fingers tracing the ridges with pride.

“I know it’s a shock, but feel this torso, tight and sculpted, perfect for your hands to explore. And this V-line?” He slides his hands down to his hips, shaking them side to side in a manner that looks rather goofy for the mature man.

“It’s all about us now. Jarred’s mind is locked away—gone is the hate. This body’s mine to reshape, and I’m making it a host for our love.”

Jack’s brow furrows, but curiosity tugs at him as Liam tugs down the jeans slightly, revealing the muscular thighs. “This strength…it’s unreal,” Liam continues, squeezing the firm flesh. “I can carry you, protect you, show you a passion he never could. And this ass?” He turns, giving it a playful smack against the truck, the muscle bouncing slightly. “Plump and perfect! made for you to grab onto.”

Jack’s resistance wavers, his eyes lingering on the body his boyfriend now inhabits. “What about… down there?” he asks hesitantly.

Liam grins wickedly, stepping closer to wrap Jarred’s hand around the heavy, pulsing length now his, stroking it slowly. “Oh, this cock’s a champ! Thick, ready, and all for you,” he purrs, a groan escaping his lips. “It’s better than ever, babe. This body’s a perfect host because it’s got the power to love you the way I always wanted, unrestricted, unjudged.”

Jack swallows hard, stepping forward as Liam pulls him into an embrace against the truck, the hard pecs pressing against him. “I can feel it… you’re still you,” Jack murmurs, his hands tentatively exploring the taut abs. “But how do we explain this?”

Liam nuzzles closer, his hands roaming Jack’s back. “We don’t need to explain to anyone. The pendant’s locked Jarred away, his hate’s gone. This hunk is ours now. Feel these muscles, this heat, it’s all for us to enjoy.” He flexes again, guiding Jack’s hands to the carved ridges. “Tell me this isn’t the perfect host for our love.”

Jack hesitates, then smiles, his fingers tracing the V-line. “Okay… maybe you’re right. It’s weird, but… it feels right with you in there.”

Liam laughs, pulling Jack tighter against the truck. “That’s my man. Let’s make this hunk of spunk ours, every inch of it.”

[jonmcilhenny1]

During its mission to study planet Earth and understand the social and biological structures of humans, the small, gooey alien successfully landed on terrestrial soil. Barely 1 inches tall, it stepped out of its tiny spacecraft and used its scent-tracking receptors to locate the most suitable available body, a host it would remain inside for the rest of its life.

It was already 11 PM, and the place it had entered (according to human signage, a gym) was empty. Only one figure remained, lying on a red bench. The human (based on the alien’s research, a male) was making sounds of strain as he moved his arms up and down, lifting a bar of metal with heavy weights. His skin glistened with sweat, glowing in the low light.

The alien already felt lucky. Not only was the place deserted, but the human was shirtless, making the possession process even easier. It approached quietly, and just as the human began another set, the alien expanded rapidly - reaching the man’s full size (about 6 feet tall), becoming a large, transparent gelatinous mass. In just two seconds, it threw itself over the man’s entire body, seeping through the skin and every available orifice. It happened so fast the human wasn't even able to scream - only widened his eyes and accepted his fate.

Now fully inside the human body, the alien had complete control over all biological functions. More than that, it had absorbed every memory and piece of knowledge from its new body. His name was Sam. He was tall, had a body that other males envied a lot, and studied medicine (something that greatly pleased the alien, as it now possessed deep knowledge of human anatomy). From the memories, it also knew that this was a hot and desirable body, and having sex would be easy with almost anyone.

Already able to imitate human behavior based on Sam’s memories, the creature grabbed his phone, flexed his arm, and took a mirror selfie to post on Sam’s Instagram, willing to attract volunteers to assist in testing its delicious new body.

[jonmcilhenny1]

Hopped Jock

You like what you see? I did too, that’s why I took it for myself. You see, this isn’t actually my body, I stole it.

I’m a body hopper, which basically means I can jump into peoples bodies and take control.

I’ve been alive for many many years now all because I jump into hot guys, like the one you see above, and live out the rest of their lives until I find someone else.

I quite like my new host, don’t you? Young, lean, muscular, and you should see what he’s packing downstairs!

No seriously, wanna see?

I might even fuck you with it if you’re lucky