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This video has been edited using AI. The hottie here never actually said these words.

[kuroyushu]

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

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

It Was Just A Prank

Chris:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah that’s the plan haha.”

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

“Sure thing!”

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

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

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

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

“Ian!! It’s Chris, can I come in?”

Still no answer.

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

“Uhhh Ian?”

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

I looked my brother over and notice his bulge…

Well this is awkward…

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

“Chris! I’ve missed you buddy!!”

“Thanks Ian, I’ve missed you too…”

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

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

Ian pulls me in for one more hug.

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

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

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

Kevin (Earlier This Morning):

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I looked down at Mr. Reynolds long hairy legs…

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

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

This may even be better than the prank!

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

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

They were a little apprehensive at first…

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

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

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

“Are y’all in?” I say to them.

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

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

I roll my eyes at the both of them.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi dad,” says Jake with a smirk.

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

We all three laugh.

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

All three of us put our new hands in together.

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

“BEST PRANK EVER!”

[kuroyushu]

Jock Roommate

Note: Some pictures were too spicy for Tumblr (this post got flagged!) so I've linked to them instead

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You know, I was happy when I first saw my roommate. Fit, handsome, and just excruciatingly sexy. You just know he had an easy life using his looks. He'd walk down the street and men and women would stop to turn and stare at him. He was that gorgeous. Too bad he was also a complete slob. He only cares about getting fit, playing sports, and getting laid. The stereotypical jock. Several shirts thrown here and there around were fine; and I honestly didn't care—I even took a sniff or two here and there, but I didn't expect him to be such a big fucking slob.

After a month of living with him, discarded bottles were all around, energy drinks, pizza boxes, and all sorts of garbage that I couldn't even decipher. It made me mad—not just by how dirty he was, but with how he could manage to eat like a pig and still look like that. Even if he didn't shower for days, instead of getting just stinky, he exuded this strong scent that I couldn't help but secretly enjoy. It was unfair seeing how much of a pig he was and still looking like that. Every other day, he'd be dragging some chick to bang all night, and the day after, I kept telling him to quiet it down, and he'd just roll his eyes and tell me to "lighten up." It was relentless. Every day, he'd be bringing a chick, sometimes two, and they'd go at it all night. The guy was a horndog. Muscles, chicks, sports, sex. That's all he cared about.

I don't know if he knew I was gay. Maybe he did. Sometimes, he'd be back from the gym, throwing his wet shirt along the pile of laundry on the floor, he'd grin at me and tell me to clean up the place. He'd take a long shower, while I stared at the soaked shirt. I would take it, feeling the warmth and moist of it, and plunge it deep in my nose. God, he reeked. It was a smell enough to drive a man wild. I wanted it closer to me, I wanted it in me.

When I heard the shower turn off, I immediately threw it away and started cleaning up. He'd stand there, looking fresh with clean skin and black hair, letting the water hit his chiseled abs, and he'd smirk at me and leave without saying a word. It went on for months until I hit my breaking point.

It was semi-finals. I was working on several projects and I got an exam the next day. Phillip—God, even his name sounded sexy on him—brought another girl home and started making out on the sofa. I heard the girl giggling in delight as they moaned. I peeked my head out and saw Phillip kissing the girl's neck. I grew angry. "Do you mind taking it in the bedroom? I got an exam tomorrow. Don't you have class too, Phillip?"

He looked at me in annoyance. "Mind your own business," he said. He turned to her. "Don't mind him. The fag's just jealous he's not you." They both laughed and started making out again.

That was it. It was too much. The pressure from college, Phillip calling me a fag, and the deep-seated feeling that he was right—I was jealous I wasn't making out with him. Things had to change.

What I didn't mention before was that I'm studying chemical engineering. The only reason I got into this prestigious university was that I was a stellar student. I was always combining compounds even before high school, and I knew I could work on something if I work hard on it enough.

I didn't sleep for three months. I dedicated day and night trying to find the perfect compound to use on Phillip. I may have barely passed my exams, earned a warning from my professors for being late or absent, but I was dead set. I used the university lab to make my own concoction, further improving upon it during the night. I barely survived the semester and I still spent the entire break perfecting my concoction.

Time passed like a blur, but I remembered every painstaking detail. Every late night of brainstorming. I didn't care. I was angry at him. I was angry at him for being such a slob, for being a jerk to everyone, and I was angry at myself for being attracted to him. In the end, I finally released the breath I'd been holding for months. I had done it. I'd found the perfect combination.

A new semester arrived. Phillip talked to me in the living room. God, I hated how my stomach felt when he was with me. He just exuded this potent musk, and the way he looks at you is enough to make your knees fall.

"Dude. You gonna pick up around here or what?" he said, glancing at the dirty apartment. I didn't point out that he made that mess. "You know I got more important stuff to do than handle all this. And it's not easy taking care of this bod, you know?" His muscles bulged as he spoke. I stared straight at his eyes. "Try not to be completely useless, for once."

This time, I didn't get mad. I smiled at him and said, "Okay."

He looked at me strangely. I didn't care. For once in my life, I didn't feel helpless against him, helpless against my attraction for him. I had the solution.

Just as scheduled, he went to the gym first thing in the morning. When he came back, he fixed himself a drink and got on the shower. Listening carefully to the running water, I let the liquid fall into his drink. I felt calm. I was so nervous thinking about it, but doing it felt so easy. I ate breakfast as I watched him drain the drink in a single gulp.

I saw him groan and enter his room. I sat on the couch, looking at the clock as minutes passed by. Finally, he opened the door, shuffling slowly to the living room, a confused look on his face.

"I… I don't feel so good…" he mumbled, collapsing to the floor.

I looked at his unconscious body. He even got a nice bubble butt. Too bad it was wasted on a straight dude. I got the vial from my room and swallowed it down. This shouldn't take too long, but for now, I looked at his body.

I turned him around. God, he's handsome. In spite of the horndog jerk, he was so pretty to look at. I let my hand roam over his skin, then gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. He smelled clean and fresh, his skin cool. I inhaled deeply, burying my face on his neck. His potent scent filled me. I could feel my dick become harder. I looked at his face, letting my fingers trace over his abs, and I kissed his lips. I let my tongue inside him, savoring his warmth, enjoying his saliva. I lifted his arms and smelled his pits. Still fresh from his shower, I gave it a lick. A shiver ran down my spine. God, I wanted more. I needed more of him.

I felt a tingle in my chest. The vial was kicking in. I shucked off my clothes and let my naked body fall on him. I could feel his chest, his dick, and his arms. I felt my brain cloud. An odd sensation lingered on my feet. looked down and gasped as I saw my foot slowly merging into his body. This was it. It was happening. I kissed his chest, my hands moving over him as I felt more of my body sinking into him. I could feel his soft breath against me, and it drove me wild.

I felt my chest fall inside him, my arms fading into him, and then the darkness consumed me as my consciousness slipped away.

I blinked. I was looking at the ceiling. A sharp pain throbbed in my head, and I clutched it in pain. Everything felt weird. My eyesight was hazy. I blinked rapidly until it cleared.

"What the fuck…"

Phillip's voice came out. I gasped and touched my throat. I felt stubble on my cheek. Looking down at my legs, I noticed how much stronger and more defined they were.

"Holy shit," I said, the words coming out in Phillip's voice. I touched my abs, feeling how firm they are. I looked down at my arms. Holy shit. They were toned as hell. I stood up and gasped at my new weight—my new height. I stumbled into the bathroom and looked in a mirror. Phillip's handsome face stared back. He looked confused, and I raised my arms and saw Phillip in the reflection do the same. I reached out and touched my cheek.

"It… It really worked…" I felt his tongue, somehow the feeling of enunciating words and syllables felt different. I flexed his arms and saw Phillip in the reflection doing the same. "It fucking worked!"

I watched as Phillip's face lighten up, grinning, as I felt my new body. "God, Phillip. You were always so fucking hot."

Hearing Phillip talk this way was enough to make me hard. I looked at every inch of his chest, at every part of his arm, and I could no longer ignore the hardening length below me. I shoved his boxers down. Good God. Phillip was packing serious heat. The thing was seven inches long, and it was only half hard. "Damn, Phillip," I muttered, "no wonder you got a chick every night."

Just the mere fact that I'm looking at Phillip and listening to his voice was enough to make me hard. I let out a heavy breath as I watched his cock get harder, arching to a full ten inches. I gave it a tug and left out a groan. Phillip's voice was manly and needy.

"You're so hot, Phillip," I said, gasping as I took his dick in his hands. I closed my eyes and let the sensation overtake me. I was him. I'd finally done it. I gave my brand new dick a squeeze and I groaned, as loud as I can. I felt my knees buckle, warmth coursing through my body and directly to my dick. I opened my eyes and stared at my reflection, seeing Phillip with his mouth open, hand on his long, hard dick, groaning. I spit on his dick, the saliva mixing with his pre-cum. I grinned at his reflection, trying to emulate the original Phillip as much as I can. I flexed his arms, wiggling his eyebrows as I stuck his tongue out. Jesus Christ he was sexy.

I turned and looked at Phillip's hairy bubble butt in the mirror. He was perfect. I stroked his cock, feeling the overwhelming heat radiating from it. It was veiny and wet, pulsating in my hand. I stroked it faster while flexing his arms, sniffing his armpits and feeling his knees buckle from the sensation. I started stroking harder and harder. "Fuck, Phillip!" I groaned, the words coming out in his voice, sounding so damn sexy. I stroked harder, feeling his body get slick with sweat. "Ohhhh fuck yeah!" I groaned harder, letting his voice fill the room. I inhaled deeply, taking in his smell, sniffing his armpits as hard as I could. His scent was powerful. It'd never been this overwhelming. It was in me. This strong, musky scent was everywhere.

I stroked harder and harder. I looked at Phillip in the mirror, seeing his body jerk off, his hands slick with saliva as his mouth drooled. I felt my knees buckle and I let out a loud groan, massive amounts of cum spurting from his dick, splattering against the mirror. I let the sensation wash over me, the warmth still so overwhelming. I breathed in and out, my chest rising and falling.

I looked at his reflection again, then at my hand. It was slick with his cum. I stared at his reflection and watched Phillip lick his own cum from his hands.

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I plopped down on his bed. Even his bed smelled like him. His room was a mess—clothes thrown everywhere, bottles, papers—but I didn't care. I stared at the ceiling, watching Phillip's chest rising and falling. I looked over his body, the birthmark, the veins, and all the little things I'd only began to notice now that I was in him.

"God, Phillip, why did you have to be such a dick?" I whispered in his voice. I breathed in and out, still not sure if this is real or a dream. I heard a notification from his phone, and grinned as it opened using facial recognition. It was a message from a random chick, asking when they were going to meet up.

"Well, that's not gonna happen," I whispered. "I'm gay as fuck."

Hearing Phillip say those words made me snort, a laugh escaping my lips. I tossed the phone aside and let myself enjoy the warmth of his bed. He feels so tight, so manly, and so good. I looked down at his dick, which was already getting hard again. A wave of intense horniness washed over me, then dove straight to my hardening cock. "Jesus, Phillip. Now I get why you're such a fucking horndog."

[kuroyushu]

“Can I become your cock?”

“Sure, jump in”

“…….”

[kuroyushu]

Tristan journey continued

"Good morning Mr. Brown,"

"Can't you see that I'm chilling? Who are you and what the fuck do you want?"

"I want your time, because I'm about to show you what I know about you. Follow me, or else,"

Confused yet intrigued, you followed the pudgy hotel employee that clearly mustered up all his courage to greet you and delivered what he thought as a blow to your cover. You sensed the direction of the conversation you'll have, but you let him play around with his games first and see where it will get you

His access card allowed him to enter any spaces he wished for, so, by several minutes, you already lost in the maze of this expansive resort. You followed him all the way to this quiet lounge as he then faced you with his phone unlocked.

"You see, I never came out about my.....practically illegal activity of recording some of the rooms, to anyone. You can probably tell that I don't get a lot of actions so might as well enjoyed the sight of realistic actions of some of our refined guests. But, you did something interesting last night. Aside from kicking your date out of your room, which I have to say, masterfully handled your massive cock and really took it like a champ as you stretched his boycunt, you then vomited like crazy before.......he appeared once more from the puddle of your own vomit. Everything is captured from the tiny cameras here, here and here, so, care to explain how the fuck you did that?"

Stunned silence for a moment to let Tristan respond, yet no reply, so he continued

"Are you not even from this world? Heck, are you even Tristan Brown? Because if I proceed the video to........here, yup, care to explain why the skinsuit is alive and well while you slumped in the sofa? Yet here you are now,"

Caught red-handed. A deer in the spotlight moment. This human is a threat that should be eliminated!

"Aye.....by the way, if you think to do anything crazy to me, I already set a scheduled release of all the footage to some websites and my friends. I can cancel them though, if you help me and then in-turn, let me help you,"

"I cannot be your wing-man or become your PT or even make girls want to sleep with you, if that's what you implied,"

"Oh, but you can. Well, not you per se, but this skin you're wearing. Let me be him and I can help you harvest more humans that you can use as future skinsuits. In the meantime, go slip back into your latest creation as I hunt down more bodies for ya. Heck, you can even watch or we can make it an exciting threesome or something,"

As twisted as it sounds, this guy seemed to understand the mechanic pretty well of the entire scheme, plus he's not weirded out with the whole thing. You did slip into your last night fuck-buddies replica in your original slimy form and then, feeling a bit adventurous, you slipped back out from him and squeezed the entire 6'5" frame of Tristan into the 5'9" mold of the fuckbuddy while the real one already kicked out and probably cried all the way out after the breeding session, discarded like he meant nothing. And while the rest of the colonies indeed just use the skinsuit you garnered so far as vessels and then leave you to dust with a mere "thank you for your service" as this has been designated as your duty, this dude seemed to appreciate your work genuinely. It's like as if he's spell-bound by the whole revelation of the existence of extraterrestial life plus his mind raced with possibilities of reaping something out of this. Hence, your agreement to his proposal, which caused him to grin like a maniac, the smile plastered on the nerdy pudge even more unsettling due to the almost pitch-black lighting of the room

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As you slipped out from Tristan and let his body flopped to the sofa, he watched in awe as you slithered through your room and then started to enter the empty clone of your last night's, a guy named Jesse, from his bulbous ass. A quick seconds later, Jesse-clone is alive and ready to serve its purposes, but the one in the driver's wheel is you as you try to adjust to the way the world filters out through a completely different lens

Meanwhile, the pudgy perv starts to also squeeze himself inside the-now-empty Tristan's skinsuit. He's bare-naked when he slipped himself in through Tristan's mouth and despite having not much problem to insert the legs, problem started to appear when his love-handle stuck and have quite a tough time to get in. Stretching Tristan's mouth further and pushing himself deeper into the void, his bigger waist and belly eventually slipped inside and quickly suctioned to fit into Tristan's muscular yet hourglass-like form. He let out a rather audible gasp when his legs now fully in control of Tristan's and his belly managed to move past through the expanded throat and redistributed to align with Tristan form. It's an alien clone of Tristan Brown after all, so it also managed to reshape the pudgy perv to fit the mold perfectly as he found himself feeling numb in regards to his physique yet at the same time his senses started to merge with the clone Tristan's.

As he stands with his powerfully carved legs with the bulging muscles that emphasized his thigh and calves prominence and hard work it endured, he then adjusted the floppy loins that soon perked to an incredibly hard 9 incher, brown-ish monstrosity. It's veiny, almost even thickness throughout the entire length and supported by two massive balls only seen in someone pumping shit-load of testosterone across their body. It started to leak pre from excitement, his puny 4 incher getting such massive upgrade clearly elicited a cooing response, yet he keep himself focused with the task at hand

As the torso now merged, the ridged, slick abs and the juicy pectoral muscles feels totally his while the gorgeous, well-defined back also starts to absorb and re-arranged all the fat he used to have as supporting tissue of Tristan's form. The suit managed to shrink his belly and turned the jiggli-ness of his man-boobs into a set of pecs and abs only the most dedicated gym douche can ever achieve. The arms are equally erotic, the way his weak flaps now seemingly gloved by a powerful set of biceps and triceps that extended into a massive callouser mitts to indicate the hours spent in the gym caused him to absent-mindedly explored his new form with the new hand.

That new hand of his eventually used to push his own head into Tristan's and once locked in position, everything just feels incredibly right for him as Tristan's long dark lock, intense gaze, full lips and prominent nose now all become his form, which he then manipulate to showcase the obsessed lunatic now in control of this powerfully irresistible form. The self-worship instantly started as all the senses eventually align and his own reflection, his smell, everything about him now makes him the perfect copy of Tristan Brown! He grabbed a handful of his wet hair and then sniffed his own arm until his eyes fluttered before then started to vigorously sniff and try to lick his hairy pits. He almost gets off due to the climax of sensation that hit him but he managed to ride through it as his cock just simply leaking pre but the big spurt can still be contained. He grinned at the fantastic sight in front of him, the grin looks malicious even from the get go and the eyes clearly looked like someone that just hit the jackpot of a lifetime and about to splurge with it

"Bro, this is crazy good. But you know what's even crazier? I have it all in here, everything Tristan and everything you did while you look like this. Fuck......we really were crazy last night, I bred that ass of yours good,"

Much to your surprise, your cock gets hard and "Tristan" noticed it right away as he licked his lips

"Mmmhhh......damn right, boy. So fucking irresistible, just the sight of me drives everyone nuts. Hmmmm.....ffuucckkkk....this scent too......damn I smelled delicious. What about we re-created last night's action from memory before I start hunting for your first one? Consider it a test drive, what do you think? I know you want to take a slurp out of this meat, boy,"

So you kneeled, obediently, as you look up to the towering form of your former skinsuit as he used you like a fleshlight for the day, believing in his promise to help you getting more bodies faster and at the same time, following his calls since he can jeopardize your entire operation if he ever decided to let the whole world know about your existence through his pervy hidden camera

[kuroyushu]

Can you do a series of stories about an alien who turns his victims into body suits so he can have sex and experience humanity?

Her boyfriend looked at you weird for a split second before eventually pummelling his cock deep into your throat. You learned from Vanessa's copied memory that she got no gag reflex, meaning that she can swallow something as long as Tristan's cock and not splurt it out or having a hard time breathing because of it. Well, the way this 8 incher monstrosity just slid down your throat actually excite you as you whimpered and stupidly smiled at the moaning Tristan, perfectly replicating how Vanessa would blowjob Tristan.

You let him be the one in charge as he grabbed your head and thrusted in and pulling out his cock in successive movement, treating you like a fleshlight, but you cannot help but let your mind wander. You know that Tristan will shoot its delicious, creamy load after a couple of minutes and that's gonna be the grand prize of the night. You will let his cum swirl within your system as he clean up and then drowse off to sleep with his naked body hugging your lithe, svelte form. But, you'll be awake while he's sleeping, as you will then get all that spunk from him out from your system by vomiting it out in the bathroom. After a while, it will coagulate and enlarge as it will take the shape into an exact wearable and empty copy of Tristan, down to the tiniest scar and internal organs because it's created by his own DNA, which then you will use as you shed off this Vanessa form and claim your new tool.

You will steal some of his clothes, preferably the one he just worn for extra muskiness and then walk out and leave him to his own sleep and he will find the real Vanessa later on sleeping peacefully in her own apartment maybe by the end of the day as he checked up on his girlfriend that you sedated before taking her form to fool him while you will be already on to the next target to acquire.

Those future prey, so meek and lustful to the touch of a towering 6'6" shredded fuckboy, they will not see it coming, that other than being fucked by you, they will also have their DNA stolen to fulfill your insatiable lust of experiencing human and sex through its various variant and differences. Sex, gender identity, wealth, race, ethnicity, sexual preferences, religious affiliation, all are exciting avenues that you want to immerse yourself in and learn. You experienced it firsthand how Earth-shattering it is for a mere poolboy to fuck the shit out of a rich and seductive cougar that you then copy to went to town with her bonafide DILF of a husband or how crazy of a power trip it was to destroy the hole of an obedient trad wife by copying her imperious, Bible-bashing husband. Vanessa and Tristan are far from your first, and they are definitely not the last one you will copy, pump and dump. As for your next target, he will witness the same kind of look Tristan gave you earlier today, but this time you are the one looking down slightly puzzled and amused, wearing Tristan's expression as if you own that look for ages and not just for a night

[kuroyushu]

Slipped

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

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

Slipped

— Stop moving… – I muttered as I listened to the creatures in my backpack let out what sounded like the whimpers of a puppy and swirled around inside the bag. I tried to control them by squeezing the backpack, but that seemed to make them more desperate, letting out low screams – They're going to discover us. Keep quiet, guys...

Let's start with this: my name is Edmund. I've always been a fan of science fiction, space, and yes, extraterrestrial life (because, are you telling me that the universe is so vast that only one planet is viable for life? Pff, nonsense). The only thing I didn't believe was that I would witness firsthand what I believed in.

The night was cold, strange for summer, but the wind blew hard enough to make you shiver. My parents were out that night, so I had the house to myself. And there were two paths: Either I played video games until morning, or... I could spend time alone with myself. You understand what I'm trying to say.

When the games became tiresome, I decided to take the second route. I hadn't even found a place to watch when a loud noise sounded in the back of the garden, like a tremor that dissipated as quickly as it came, and dogs throughout the neighborhood began to bark. I went down as best I could, my throat burning from the effort and nerves, and went outside to find the shed with a hole the size of a ball in the roof and some flames spreading through the wood. Panting, I grabbed a rag and started hitting the structure to smother the flames. When the danger passed, all that remained was the night with the crickets, an occasional dog still barking, the smoke coming out... And a strange noise.

It made my blood run cold. It was like having a premonition as bad as it was deadly, tools falling to the ground, and again, that sound. Like the splashing of something and a low squeal from some animal. I slowly approached to grab a shovel, cautiously advancing to the entrance, opened the door, and turned on the light. At first glance, I didn't see anything strange. 

I even thought that maybe it had been my imagination playing tricks on me, until I noticed it on the floor:

It was a meteorite, still smoking, and it seemed to contain something that looked like crystals sparkling brightly, as if it were a geode. I got closer and saw them: small beings that looked almost like jelly. There were five of them, each one a different color. One red, blue, pink, white and black, they were moving very slowly, like dancing, swaying from side to side, they made me feel tender and I couldn't help but let my guard down.

But then I heard another noise, next to me. When I turned around, it was too late, one of those things had lunged at me, it was purple.

It hit my ear directly and started trying to get inside. I felt it struggling against the crevice. My distress was evident as I tried to grab it, only for it to slip away due to the texture. The squeaking sounds continued, and I even started banging myself against the walls of the hut to try to get it off me, but to no avail. I felt an electric current accompanied by spasms, my arms and legs tingling. I was slowly losing control of my body, and with a firm “flap,” it ended up entering my ear. Everything went black after that.

When I woke up, my head hurt, as did my whole body, as if I had been working for hours. My gaze moved gently around me to see that I was in my room. Had it all been a dream? I let out a sigh of relief, collapsing onto the bed.

— Do you think it's okay?

I heard a voice and opened my eyes to look around like a lunatic. Something was with me in the room.

— Shhh! Be quiet!

Another voice. I got up to turn on the light, and there they were on my nightstand.

Tiny gelatinous creatures, like a kind of slime or viscous mass, were moving around, crawling, and seemed to be just a ball when I heard another voice again.

— He is watching us!

— That’s the plan, now shut up!

I took a big book with agility, ready to hit the table with that. 

— No, no! Wait! – The purple thing took a step to me, quickly – We don’t want to hurt you! Stop!

I stopped suddenly, I even had to blink.

— Did you... just speak to me?

— Yes, yes!

— But... you attacked me.

— I didn't mean to, I apologize for that – the creature moved closer to the shore – Our species cannot communicate in what you would call a conventional way, which is why I needed to make “contact’.

— Contact? Wait. You... You got inside me?

— I had no choice. We have the ability to enter the bodies of other beings to control them from within. We often eat part of the gray matter inside them to make them suitable vessels.

— Eat? Did you put eggs in my brain?! – I was about to slam the book down.

— No, no! Not at all! We don't do that. We only eat the part that corresponds to free will, and we replace it with something else to maintain control of the host no matter what happens. But no, I didn't do that to you.

— Why...?

— You see, when we make that bond, we can see our host's memories. You seem like an interesting person, Edmund, or rather, you seem like an interesting person to us.

— And that's why we want to ask for your help – the pink mass approached me – Our ship has been stranded here, our planet was destroyed, we were thinking of refueling here on Earth to continue our journey, but we didn't count on the instability of the atmosphere, the ship was... destroyed.

He whispered to point out something under my bed. I reached out to touch it, bumping into the asteroid.

— So you want me to... help you build a new ship?

— Yes, exactly.

— I'd love to, but I don't know anything about spaceships.

— You don't need to. We just need your labor and for you to get us the materials.

— Labor? How...? – My brain finally understood what they meant — Shit. You want me to get you bodies to possess?”

— Yes, we need vessels to work in. Your species is much larger, stronger, and more versatile than our base forms. We could have our ship sooner that way, and go unnoticed.

— But... Wait a minute, you – I said, pointing to the purple alien – You already did that to me. Right? You already took control of my body, that's why I showed up here and this thing is under my bed.

— And I repaired the ceiling and removed all traces of our presence, yes. We want to go unnoticed, we need your help.

— But... I'm not one of those Men in Black or anything like that, I'm just a normal guy. Why do you want me?

— You wouldn't kill us just because, again, I made contact with your mind, we merged into one for a moment. I know what you're capable of, I know who you are. I know how much this subject fascinates you.

— Then why don't you just possess me?

The black substance almost took that as a challenge; it was about to jump when the pink stopped it. 

— Cause we want to treat you as a friend, as a protector. 

— And what will I get in return?

— Besides being one of the first humans to coexist with extraterrestrial life? I don't know. I also know that because of your memories... you're obsessed with mind control, possession, and body switching, so... what could be better than experiencing all that firsthand?

I swallowed hard, my tool stiffening at the mere thought of it. I sighed, shaking my head.

— Fine, I'll help you. Tomorrow I'll find you hosts.

— Thank you!

They let out a kind of melody as they seemed to dance. I shook my head, turning off the light and lying down on the bed. The next morning, I thought again that it was all a dream, but when I felt the asteroid under my bed, it all became real again.

I got ready for school, preparing myself as I did every morning (with the big exception that I had to stop the creatures before they tried to take over my parents' bodies. I just convinced them that they would soon have much stronger and younger bodies. I also explained to them that there were certain “limits” on who they could melt the brains of.

And so here we are.

— Guys, stop! Stop it!

I tightened my backpack again, walking through the hallways. I was about to turn the corner (still planning something, I had no idea whose bodies to find) when I felt someone push me hard. I fell to the ground, my backpack scattered beside me, six athletes advanced with crooked smiles on their faces. In the center was Tyler, the biggest jerk of them all, the leader of that group made up of the captains of the school's various sports teams.

— Well, well. I thought you were weird, but not crazy. Now you're talking to yourself? – He let out a cruel, slow laugh, still advancing. I could only crawl backward as best I could.

— What do you want, Tyler? I helped you with your math homework last week. What do you want now?

— I just came to talk about that – he said, advancing as well, his accomplices at his side like lapdogs – You got five questions wrong. I thought we had an agreement.

— I got them wrong so it wouldn't be so obvious. The math teacher isn't stupid enough to believe you became good overnight.

— Oh, so your intention is to make me look stupid? – He cracked his knuckles – Why don't we teach this freak that you don't mess with us?

The other athletes nodded as they said things in unison. I felt the floor almost shake under their weight, getting closer and closer. I covered my face in panic, closing my eyes. Nothing happened, so I dared to open my eyes, still covering them with my fingers, and noticed the scene:

Above the six athletes, the creatures were already there, the purple was over Tyler, trying to enter through his mouth, he couldn't even defend himself. It was as if he were slowed down, making strange gagging noises and looking like an idiot. The other creatures and athletes were in a similar situation, whether they were trying to enter through the mouth, the ears, or the nose, the blue substance had taken a riskier route, it seemed, as Matt, the athlete at its mercy, was wiggling his hips strangely, trying to get something out of his pants. That performance lasted for quite a while, until they all collapsed. My heart was pounding with anxiety.

God, shit, shit. What am I going to do?! At any moment, someone could come out and see me surrounded by six athletes who weren't moving. What would I do? I leaned in to take Tyler's pulse, placing my fingers against his skin, trying to find something. That's when he opened his eyes.

At first, he seemed robotic, rigid and static, like a statue. He blinked a couple of times, staring blankly ahead, then grabbed his shirt to quickly take it off and smile.

— Hi, Ed – he said with a wink.

— Are you in there, Purple?

“Purple” was what I used to call the little slime creature, not because they hadn't told me their names —they actually had— but they were a kind of strange chant that had no direct translation into our language, so I preferred to use their colors as their new nicknames. It didn't seem to bother them, at least until I found a name that could better identify them.

— Who else could it be?

The guy who always had a smug expression on his face, the most petulant and arrogant, finally ended up with a silly, dumb expression, his tongue hanging out, saliva about to drip from his mouth.

— Hey! What are you doing?

I tried to stop him, but he made that expression a couple more times before laughing.

— Come on, Ed. Don't tell me you don't like this. I was in your mind, I know exactly what you want… – he muttered under his breath. There was something in his tone that made my skin crawl, my tool stiffened, but I had to hide it.

— Come on, it's not safe for them to be lying here.

I muttered, looking from side to side, although Purple seemed more interested in finding a way to tease me.

Someone cleared their throat to one side. Purple turned with an annoyed expression. The captain of the soccer team was already sitting down, shirtless, his huge legs visible with the slightest movement. He looked at “Tyler” impatiently.

— Are you going to keep playing? – They looked at each other for a while. I was just confused. He turned to me, as if reading my expression – I'm Blue.

I nodded somewhat hesitantly. Another kind of grunt was heard, and I looked around, trying to find the source. I saw the captain of the weightlifting team sitting down, beginning to stroke his pectorals with a mixture of strangeness and fascination, his eager hands moving from one side to the other. Jacob, as he was called, always wore a face mask, and no one knew why. And because of his huge muscles and fierce attitude, no one asked questions. He had a deep, raspy voice, aggressive even, always mocking, but now he was silent, staring at his enormous hands.

— And he is...?

— Black.

He simply waved in a friendly manner, not a single word coming from his lips.

— Why doesn't he...?

— Speak? His vocal cords were damaged when we escaped from our planet. Even though his host has the ability to speak, it's impossible for him.

He nodded with a slight smile. When I looked around, there was no sign of the captain of the gymnastics team, the swimming team, or the basketball team. They had vanished, and with them, obviously, there was no trace of red, white, and pink.

— Damn it! We have to find them!

— Relax! – “Tyler” placed his hand on my shoulder with a somewhat mocking laugh. He felt like my friend, but at the same time, there were traces of the athlete in him, as if they had merged into one – It's not like we're going to plan world domination or anything like that, really. I promise – He shook his head a couple of times. – They must have just gone exploring. Your world is new to us, there are so many things to see, and now that they can do so “freely,” maybe they got a little too excited.

I bit the inside of my cheek impatiently, nodding.

— Can we go look for them?

— Yes, if that makes you feel safer, yes. Go ahead.

Blue and Black positioned themselves behind us to walk alongside us. It felt so strange, like having three bodyguards, except that these “bodyguards” would have knocked my teeth out at the slightest opportunity.

— And in your world, are all creatures... like that?

— Beings that can possess others? Yes. Our physiology is very fragile on its own, so nature adapted us to be able to enter other bodies and use them as armor.

— And your civilization is... peaceful?

— Yes, mostly – he nodded slowly – or at least it was before the planet was destroyed – He shrugged with a slight sigh.

— Do you miss it?

— Yes, quite a bit. I don't think anyone prepares you for flying off the planet without a destination or warning. It's... You know. Things happen.

I looked away. He was silent for a while, Blue just kept walking, glancing sideways at the things around him, like the lockers, while Black continued to stare at his body with pure fascination.

— I think I have an idea.

I said, turning into a hallway leading to the locker rooms. As soon as I opened the door, I could hear moans and deep, anxious, deliberate gasps. I quickly made my way to the lockers, where the basketball captain, Rodrick, was standing.

He was flexing his arms with fascination, with a stupid expression on his face, flexing over and over again without stopping.

— Dude! – Purple laughed foolishly when he saw that.

— Guys! These things are great! And guess what I found! – he said with an excited giggle, his pecs bouncing every time his voice echoed. He took out what appeared to be a pair of smelly, sweaty underpants, put them on his face, rubbing them with total fascination before sticking out his tongue and starting to lick them – It tastes delicious, seriously. You guys have to try it!

The three guys even pushed me aside to get a whiff of that stench. They snatched the garment from him and fought over it.

White approached me, caressing and weighing his new pecs as if they were simple plasticine.

— Hey, this is great! Do all humans produce this delicious substance? – He pointed to the smelly garment and lifted his armpit.

— You mean... sweat?

— Yes, that's it! I knew it was a simple word. Silly athlete's brain.

He chuckled as he continued to caress his pectorals in front of me, fascinated by their shape. Purple, blue, and black were fighting as if they were fighting over a bone.

— It's mine, get away! – Blue pushed Black while Purple tried to snatch it away, but the now-bodybuilder could stop them both if he wanted to, with the garment in his mouth (he had finally taken off his mask).

They were euphoric, out of control, and sweaty.

— Hey, stop! – I shouted. The four of them turned around – What's wrong with you?”

— The smell is delicious – Blue pointed to the garment – In our civilization, a substance like this is a delicacy. Only a few can afford to eat this.

— Sweat?...

— No, it's a different kind of food, but it tastes and smells the same as this.

They continued to go crazy over the garment. I thought they were about to fight if I didn't do something.

— Wait. Why don't you focus on your new bodies?

They stopped in their tracks, starting to lift their armpits or even sticking their fingers under their balls to try to get some of the substance out, but they seemed dissatisfied with the result.

— It doesn't smell the same – White muttered dejectedly.

— Maybe having these bodies doesn't allow us to enjoy it, it's as if we've already assimilated it – Blue said, turning around a couple of times as he thought.

— But I'm really sweaty… – Purple said dejectedly. I was so focused on this trio that I didn't even notice Black behind me. He grabbed me tightly by the waist, and when I tried to kick, my armpit ended up right in his face, and he started hitting it hard. I felt his tongue and nose trying to force their way in. 

— No, wait! – I moaned as I felt his strong arms hold me back, his skilled tongue brushing against my skin.

— Man, you're a genius! – White shouted before suddenly approaching me. 

Suddenly, I was surrounded by the four athletes, their hungry tongues and noses running over my body, trying to extract every last drop of my sweat. I felt them everywhere, their eager hands here and there.

— Mgh... W-wait – I couldn't even speak, my body felt numb, how silly, I couldn't think straight.

— Shh... Relax – Purple murmured, giving me light kisses on the neck – You'll love this.

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Han was at the gym. He was one of the best Greco-Roman wrestling competitors in the school. He had huge muscles, as well as tremendous pecs and biceps, perfect for pinning his opponents against him. He was lifting weights, totally focused, so much so that he didn't notice something crawling above him on the ceiling. The guy dropped the weight. His armpits stank, as “down there” did, but he didn't really care, after all. He was an athlete, wasn't he?

He put his work aside, kneeling with his chest rising and falling slowly, breathing heavily, when he felt something above him.

— Damn it, is there a leak?

He said angrily when he felt something fall on his head. When he looked up, he could see a kind of green mass that immediately lunged at his mouth.

The athlete tried to resist, but it was in vain. The rubbery substance ended up filling his throat until it seeped into his brain, his body suffering spasms until they slowly subsided. He opened his eyes, with a deep and serious expression, cracked his neck, flexed his biceps, swelling them as if testing his strength, and a smug smile formed on his face.

— Control center, this is Gamma. I'm in, repeat, I'm in.

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Thought we give you a little show after switching into those boys.

Cute, right?...

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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.

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MEMORY REWRITE

My older step brother Roy got into a motorcycle accident that led to a serious head injury, but with our parents out of town on vacation I was the only family member on call to see him. When I got to the hospital Roy was laying in bed asleep, he looked peaceful actually. The doctor explained to me exactly what happened and the potential memory loss he may have suffered. He still hadn’t woken up from his surgery. They said they didn’t know for sure how bad the accident damaged his memory but that he was very lucky to even be alive with only some scars on the back of his head. I thanked the doctor and waited by Roy’s bedside.

To be honest me and Roy didn’t even like each other, in fact I couldn’t stand him. He hated me because I was gay and I hated him because he was an asshole. He’s done nothing but give me crap since his mom and my dad married and living with him was no walk in the park. He’s knocked me to the ground on more than one occasion in one of his drunken fits. In fact I wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t been drinking before riding his bike which got him in this situation. I talked to my parents on the phone and told them what the doctor told me and that I’d wait for him to wake up.

I waited for hours almost falling asleep in the chair, then right before I dozed off Roy’s eyes blinked open.

“Hey.. Uh Roy, how do you feel?” I asked as he looked around the room with puzzled look on his face.

“Where am I?” He asked sounding lost.

“You’re in the hospital Roy, the doctors said you might not remember how you got here, I’m gonna go get a doctor I’ll be right back.” I said standing up and getting ready to leave the room.

“Who are you? And who is Roy?” Roy asked with a serious look of confusion. I stopped in my tracks and spun back around. He was serious, the doctors said he might not remember the accident but it looked more like he didn’t remember anything.

“You’re Roy, Roy Martin? You don’t know who you are?” I asked.

He shook his head, “My names Roy? Roy Martin? Then who are you?” He asked.

“I’m your..” I stopped myself as an idea clicked in my head. I know it’s probably morally fucked up to take advantage of someone who had a head injury but this was Roy. He was not a good guy, and not just to me. He beat up several kids when we were in high school, he’s cheated on practically all of his girlfriends, and he has caused nothing but trouble for our parents growing up. And you know what, I wanted revenge but more than that, I wanted to fulfill some of my deepest darkest sexual fantasies with him, and I might have an opportunity here.

“Wow you really don’t remember anything.” I said faking my concern, “You’re in the hospital Roy you got into a motorcycle accident coming to see me, I’m your.. Well it’s gonna be hard to believe but in your secret boyfriend.” I lied.

“Accident? Secret boyfriend? Wait, I’m gay?” He asked still confused.

“Yeah, but you’re not exactly comfortable with your sexuality yet that’s why we’ve kept his thing between you and I a secret. Not only to protect your sexuality but also so out parents don’t find out. See, we fell in love in high school but then our parents got married to each other and now you’re also my step brother, which makes it even more complicated.” Wow this story I was making up was starting to sound like a sop opera.

“You’re my brother too?” He asked.

“Step.” I corrected. “Don’t worry you’re going I come home with me and I’ll help you remember everything about your old life.” I said putting a hand on his shoulder to test the waters. He didn’t pull back or anything.

“Thank you I need that. I can’t believe I could forget about all that. And you’re sure I’m gay? Shouldn’t I get, ya know horny just looking at you then?” He asked.

Crap, “That’s the thing you love having sex with guys it’s just you have to think about girls first, but you don’t actually want to have sex wit a girl it’s just the thought you use so you can have sex with me.” I lied quickly grabbing a magazine and showing him a picture of a model, “look at this picture and imagine this girl in your head.” I told him as he stared at the magazine intently. I reached my hand under his blanket and started massaging his cock. He didn’t stop me, I finally got to feel that big cock of his I’d fantasized about. I felt it grow and harem in my hand.

“I think it’s working.” He said excitedly and I leaned down and kissed him, he returned the favor sticking his tongue in my mouth in sure he still had memories of his past exploits somewhere in his subconscious that made him kiss me like that.

“Now let’s check and take a look to make sure it really worked. I want you to stand up for me Roy, and I want you to pull that hard dick of yours out of your pants for me to see.” I commanded him feeling powerful.

“Ok sure.” He said standing up and pulling out his erection for me to inspect, “Like that?” He asked for my approval, pointing at his monster sized cock.

“Perfect!” I exclaimed admiring his body now that he was standing his muscular body exposed with out the hospital sheets covering it up.

I came over to him and sat on the bed I front of him. I took his cock in my hand and licked my tongue across his shaft.

“Now what are you doing?” He asked his eyes brows still arched in confusion, but I could see chill bumps appearing on his body.

“Reminding you why you love me.” I said grabbing socks and telling to stuff then his mouth. “I don’t want the doctors to hear us and interrupt.” He obeyed and I wrapped my mouth around his cock. He was moaning and groaning but his voice was muffled by the socks he had in his mouth. Finally he shot his load in my mouth and I swallowed it. I stood up and pulled the socks out of his mouth. He had the stupidest smile on his face, to him it was like having his very first orgasm.

“You’re gonna be okay now Roy I’m going to help you remember everything.” I said as kissed again.

“Thank you,” he smiled at me and looked down at himself, “Woah hey! I’ve got a tattoo!” He exclaimed excitedly.

“Yeah there is a lot we should talk about. I gave him a quick run down of his life, there see a lot of truths in my stories but I did add some things that involved us. I also told him not to tell the doctors that he’d lost his memories, I didn’t want them to run tests on him and poke him with needles, I convinced him he was terrified of needles. The doctor came in and completely bought it, we went home to my place where I continued to build up his new memories. In just a few days time he was acting ore like his old self to a degree, granted a lot nicer, at least in public. But when I was alone with him I’d turn on some porn of some girl getting plowed and he’d get real horny and he would burry his cock on my and ride me all night. He wasn’t the gentlest lover but it was definitely hot.

It’s funny, out parents never caught into the fact that Roy’s memories had been completely wiped and I’d basically reprogrammed him to be my secret lover.

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Stealing the life of my best friend's father

-Hey dad, pizza and movie tonight? - said Andrew, my friend, now son, to me.

- Yeah, let me finish this and I'll order it - I smiled at him.

Andrew doesn't know his best friend has been controlling every movement and word his father has made and said in the last year. The best year of my life.

There is no point on telling him, though. I am pretty sure I was erased from existence.

...

One evening, Andrew and I we were playing with his PS5 in his house as usual. Then everything went dark for a moment and went back to normal, like someone turned off all the light and turned it on again.

I looked at my friend. He was playing online with other people. My joystick and drink disappeared.

-Dude, where's my joystick? - I said disoriented

No answer, he kept playing online. I kept trying and again, no answer.

I tried waving a hand in front of him to annoy him, and to my horror something finally happened. Andrew opened his mouth and it was like it was a vacuum absorbing me. I couldn't resist the suction. Then blackness again.

When I opened my eyes I was wearing my friend's clothes and he was nowhere to be found. Weird.

-Andrew?- I shouted. I sounded just like him.

No answer.

-This isn't funny, dude - I said irritated.

I turned off the TV and saw my reflection. I WAS Andrew.

-WHAT THE FUCK!?

Then someone opened the door.

...

-Andrew? Why are you yelling? - Andrew's father asked me.

"Did he just called me Andrew?" I was freaking out.

- I... I'm not Andrew, I'm...- then it hit me, I couldn't remember my name.

I started to feel dizzy.

The father gave me a worried look and approached me, putting his big hands on my shoulders, reassuring me. He looked directly into my eyes. Our faces were close.

I had mixed feelings. I was freaking out not remembering my name and being in my friend's body... that couldn't be real... But at the same time, I was trying to keep my cool and not look into Andrew's father eyes.

I always have had a crush on Scott Harris, Andrew's father, so feeling his gaze, his breath and the heat of his hands made something awoken between my borrowed legs, and I tried my best to hide it.

- Son, you know you can tell me anything.

- But... I am... - again I couldn't say my name.

Andrew's father tried to be calm and supportive, maybe he thought his son was coming out to him.

- Come here son - he said while hugging me with his strong arms, a little too strong. I felt my erected dick rub against one of his father's legs.

I moaned, exiting abruptly from my friends body.

I saw Andrew's father ear and the same vacuuming effect happened again.

...

I looked at my friend unconscious with a hard on in the sofa while I was adapting to my new height.

- So this isn't a joke - I said trying my new voice- Fuck, I'm possessing Scott Harris

The realization of taking control of the body I've been lusting for years hit me. I felt how the enormous dick that helped produce my best friend was wakening up. I massaged it a little, but a snore of my friend made me realize that wasn't the place.

I left my "son" rest, and walked to the master bedroom feeling how my incredibly big dick was bouncing against my muscular thighs inside the gym shorts. Scott wasn't wearing any underwear that day. Good.

...

After locking the door, I removed the blue T-shirt I was wearing and started massaging my sculpted chest feeling the hairs in it in front of a mirror.

I felt how my dick was starting to precum, so it was time to take care of that. I removed the black gym shorts and stared for a moment at Scott Harris naked body, MY naked body.

-Fuck, Scott your dick is bigger than what I could imagine- I said while starting to massage it.

A loud moan escaped my mouth. It was so sensitive.

Hearing the mature moan and seeing my friend's father moaning in the mirror only made me even more hard.

I pumped my borrowed dick faster and faster with my big hands, every moan more loud than the last, until my legs tensed and with a powerful roar I covered the mirror with a torrent of cum.

...

Before I could lick it I heard a knock in the door.

-Da... Dad? Are you alright? - my now son asked.

To this day I still think Andrew was so disoriented after my possession, that he didn't realize that his father was masturbating.

- Yeah Andrew- I said recovering my breath but at the same time excited to explore more of my friend's father body- I'm going to take a shower.

I smirked to my mirror reflection covered in cum.

...

After a really long shower, explorating the backside of this body and another load of cum released, I started to ponder what happened with my life but seeing this reflection in the bathroom mirror made me not care.

I tried to leave this body and successfully exited through the same ear. I didn't see a reflection of me in the mirror.

Seeing my friend's dad unconscious and naked was irresistible, so I went back but this time through his ass.

The vacuum effect happened and I was pulling the strings of this man again, massaging my pecs.

-Fuck, I'm sorry Scott but I'm not leaving you any time soon. - I smirked while removing the towel, ready for the third round.

...

Three months after the possession

I was so satisfied with Scott's life that I didn't need to possess other bodies. I came out as gay to my son, and I started fucking and being fucked around town.

Thanks to his memories I lived his life easily, with some changes of course.

One day at the gym, I was checking out a guy's ass, fantasizing about going behind him, rubbing my dick against his ass and suggesting him to come with me to the showers.

Then the guy looked at me and smiled.

-Hey Scott!

"oh, I know him" I searched in Scott's memories "and... He is straight"

-Hey Brandon! - I hugged him friendly, feeling his sweat in my skin.

I exited my body through my mouth and looked at Brandon's nose waiting for the vacuuming effect.

Once possessed, I separated from my previous host and started checking out the assets of Brandon's bigger body.

I was flexing my arms when I felt a dick rubbing against my ass.

I gasped and looked surprised at Scott. I knew him all my life . He was straight as an arrow, until I possessed him. I didn't understand then that my thoughts in their bodies were taken as theirs.

- Showers in two minutes - said Scott winking at me and grabbing my ass.

It wasn't a question.

I followed him adjusting to my now bigger frame while checking the bubble ass I had for the las three months hidden in those thight white shorts.

...

After closing the door, he started kissing me roughly while undressing me.

Then he showed me his dick.

-Suck it, Brandon.- again, he didn't asked. He commanded.

I didn't hesitate and knelt. It was a perfect way to use for the first time this guy's mouth.

I looked at the enormous dick in front of me and started sucking with lust seeing my best friend's father moaning against the wall.

I kept going for a while until Scott finally released his big load appropriate with the rest of his body.

I savoured every drop of it and we started kissing again. Still with some of Scott's cum in my mouth.

He then knelt and prepared to suck my surprisingly small dick.

Then it hit me. I reviewed Scott's sexual life through his memories and he never did anything sexual with other man, but there we were. He was giving me head like a pro, how I've been doing the last three months. So I realized my powers were even better than I expected.

Between that realization and seeing my friend's father sucking my dick, I was extremely horny so started pumping my dick faster against my previous body's mouth.

I didn't take long to burst the load I stole from this guy in Scott's face, and took that opportunity to go back to my main body while he kept sucking my cock.

That was only the first time Brandon and I fucked in the gym showers.

...

Back to the present

My son Andrew is leaving for college tomorrow. We're ordering pizza for the last time.

Sometimes I think about the life I lost. Graduating, going to college,... But after seeing my reflection I couldn't care less. What's more, after winter break maybe I take my son's body for a time and have some fun in college.

For the moment, being in the body of this stud is all I ever wanted.

[kuroyushu]

Cold-Blooded: Demonstration

Read Part I

The usual smells of sweat and leather filled the air, blending with the faint scent of chalk and worn-out mats. It was a place Vic knew well, a place that carried memories of grueling workouts, the satisfying smack of gloves against bags, and the quiet hum of concentration. Boxing had always been simple for him—a sport that required little more than fists, grit, and willpower.

But today, as Vic stood outside the gym, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. His phone buzzed again, pulling him from his thoughts.

Hey, already there? Lucas's message appeared on the screen.

Vic frowned, tapping his foot against the pavement. Get some patience, Lucas! He didn't hesitate and headed inside.

The moment Vic entered, the familiar atmosphere hit him. The thud of gloves on punching bags, the grunts of exertion, and the rhythmic sounds of skipping ropes. A small nod from one of the regulars greeted him—someone he'd known for years.

"Vic," the man said, wiping his hands on his shirt. "Long time, huh? You here for a workout?"

"Yeah, I'm just waiting on someone," Vic answered, shoving his phone into his pocket. "He said he got a job here, but didn't tell me much. Just insisted we meet up today."

"Interesting," the guy muttered, raising an eyebrow. "Don't know anyone who started here recently. But hey, you interested in a quick spar? For old time's sake?"

Vic smiled, shaking his head. "Nah, I'm good. I'll just wait."

A few minutes passed. Vic's mind wandered as he took in the sights around him—the shadows of fighters practicing in the ring, the clang of weights being dropped, the familiar faces that never seemed to change. But his thoughts kept drifting back to Lucas.

Another buzz.

Hey, gonna be late. Wait for me.

Vic couldn't help but frown again, staring at the screen. Is he kidding me?

Vic knew Lucas was struggling to find stability in his life, but hearing that he was starting at a boxing gym just didn't make sense. What the heck are you doing, Lucas? Lucas wasn't interested in fighting—hell, he didn't have the discipline for it. Not like Vic, who'd trained for years, or the seasoned pros who had been around since the gym's early days. Lucas had always gotten by on charm and smooth talk, but those weren't the qualities that got you by in a place like this. It didn't add up. Not even for Lucas, the one person who seemed to always find a way to screw things up and still land on his feet.

Vic leaned forward, crossing his arms as his eyes scanned the gym. A few familiar faces were scattered around, some working their jabs on the heavy bags, others perfecting their footwork in the ring. The rhythmic sound of gloves landing against bags filled the air, punctuated by grunts of exertion. Vic felt the familiar itch to get in there, to feel the satisfying thud of his fists against the bag. His fingers twitched, but he held back, knowing Lucas would probably show up any minute—though what kind of job his friend had gotten himself into still baffled him.

As he observed the gym, his attention was suddenly drawn to a figure in the corner of his eye. A young guy, probably in his early twenties, who stood out from the rest. Tall, broad-chested, his posture exuding a quiet confidence. Vic's brow furrowed as he watched, intrigued.

This wasn't just some rookie trying to figure out the basics—this kid had serious skill. He was hitting the bag with a fluidity and precision that caught Vic off guard. The kid's punches were fast, almost unnervingly smooth for someone his size. Every strike was deliberate and controlled, yet carried a raw energy that hinted at a level of experience Vic hadn't expected.

After a few more punches, the guy paused, taking a break to check his phone. To Vic's surprise, he started snapping selfies, adjusting his angle with an almost practiced flair. Great, Vic thought with a smirk, just what the gym needs—another self-absorbed showoff.

The kid hopped into the ring, his movements fluid and precise. He faced off against his sparring partner with a quiet confidence, his posture relaxed but ready. Vic's eyes narrowed as he watched, closely analyzing every move.

The kid dodged his opponent's punches with ease, weaving around them like he was made of water. Each duck, each pivot, was calculated, smooth—nearly flawless. But what stood out the most was the aggression in his style. It was raw, like the kid had been in more street fights than Vic could count, but there was something more to it. He blended that street-honed toughness with real technique—a brutal combination. His punches weren't just flailing strikes; they were precise, powerful, and carried with them the weight of someone who knew how to land a blow that counted.

Vic's eyes narrowed as the kid unleashed a perfect combination on his opponent, landing a series of rapid punches that knocked the other fighter off balance.

What the... ? Vic thought, his mind racing. He couldn't help but feel a little unsettled as he watched the kid. This kid was someone who clearly knew what they were doing, someone who could hold their own in a real fight.

Vic shifted, glancing around the room to see if anyone else had noticed, but most were too focused on their own training. That's when the kid turned his head, catching Vic's gaze across the gym.

Their eyes locked.

The kid didn't flinch, didn't look away, and there was something unsettling in the way he regarded Vic. It was as if he knew exactly what Vic was thinking—like he could read his every thought.

The kid's lips curled into a sneer, an arrogant, almost predatory smile. Without a word, he stepped out of the ring, his eyes locked onto Vic with unnerving intensity. There was something about his posture, his movements—like he was daring Vic to react.

Vic stood up straighter, brushing the edge of his jacket absentmindedly, his muscles tightening in response to the energy radiating from the kid. As the kid closed the distance, Vic could feel the weight of his gaze, sharp and unwavering, like the air itself had shifted around them. He wasn't one to back down from a stare-off, but this one was different.

When the kid was just a few feet away, Vic's irritation began to mix with his curiosity. He was used to young cocky guys coming into the gym, thinking they could take on the world. But there was something off about this one—something that made him feel like he was facing more than just an arrogant rookie. Vic got ready to confront him.

But before Vic could say anything, the kid—no, the man—stopped in front of him, tilting his head slightly to one side. He looked Vic up and down, his eyes narrowing slightly, sizing him up in a way that felt almost predatory.

"Zasto me gledaš?" he asked, his voice smooth but edged with an unmistakable coldness.

Vic paused for a moment, realizing that he didn't understand a word. The question sounded harsh. The words were foreign, but the challenge in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Excuse me?" Vic responded, his confusion quickly turning to irritation.

The man smirked again, a glint of amusement flickering in his eyes as he studied Vic's reaction. "I asked, why are you looking at me like that?" he said, switching to English, but his accent still noticable and commanding.

Vic's jaw tightened. "I don't know. Maybe I'm just trying to figure out why you're acting like you're the king of the gym," he shot back, his irritation rising.

The kid's smirk widened, clearly unfazed. "Then let's figure that out," he said, his tone now dripping with a kind of arrogance that made Vic's blood boil. "I know exactly what I'm capable of. You, on the other hand, seem like you could use a reminder, old man."

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, all Vic could do was stare at him, the challenge unmistakable. The tension between them thickened.

The kid's lips curled upward again, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "You're staring like some kind of freak. Afraid of losing?" he sneered, his gaze sharp and unyielding.

Vic's stomach churned. The lack of respect was unmistakable.

"Careful, kid," Vic grumbled, trying to dismiss the unease gnawing at his chest. "I'm just wondering why a good fighter like you has to be so arrogant. You're not one of the regulars here, are you?"

The kid's expression shifted, the cold grin turning into something more taunting. "No, I'm not one of the regulars. I'm better," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. He took a step closer, a faint scent of leather and something sharp lingering in the air. "So, are you gonna stop staring like some creep, or what? Let's see how you handle yourself, old man. You look like you've seen your share of fights. Come on, show me what you've got."

Vic blinked, his pulse quickening. The challenge hung in the air like a weight, the implications of it settling in. The kid was calling him out. Right here. Right now.

A mix of irritation and annoyance bubbled up in Vic's chest. He clenched his fists at his sides, knuckles cracking under the pressure. The words stung, the challenge stung—he wasn’t used to being talked to like this, especially not in the gym.

Vic exhaled sharply, adjusting his gloves with a controlled motion. "You’ve got a lot of nerve, kid," he said, his voice low but steady. "But alright. Let’s see if you can back up that mouth. I’m Vic, by the way. We usually introduce ourselves before we start throwing punches."

The kid didn’t budge, his smirk widening. His eyes remained sharp, scanning Vic with an almost unsettling intensity. "Ivan, but you will remember me anyways." he sneered, his voice dripping with cockiness. "Get yourself some gear. We’re about to kickbox. Trust me, you’ll need it."

With that, Ivan’s grin deepened as they entered the ring. He moved into a stance, light on his feet, his eyes locked onto Vic’s every move. Vic mirrored his stance, muscles taut, ready for the challenge. But as Ivan settled into position, the realization hit Vic—this kid was dead serious.

The gym hummed with the usual noise of training—the rhythm of feet sliding, gloves smacking heavy bags, the occasional shout from fighters coaching each other. It wasn’t unusual, but the tension between him and Ivan was palpable. This wasn’t going to be a typical sparring session.

Vic’s heart skipped a beat when he recognized the stance. Ivan was quick, but more than that—he was deliberate. Every movement, every slight shift, told Vic this kid wasn’t just playing around. He wanted to show something.

Ivan’s grin widened as if reading Vic’s mind. He cracked his knuckles in a smooth motion, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling confidence. "I’m waiting," Ivan teased, his voice thick with mockery. "Don’t tell me you're scared, old man."

Vic’s lip curled, his chest tightening. "No kid’s gonna get under my skin," he muttered, but a nagging doubt lingered at the edge of his mind.

"Don't think you can just walk in here and—"

Before Vic could finish, Ivan was already on him. The kid closed the distance faster than Vic anticipated. A quick jab—too fast to block—caught Vic off guard, knocking him back on his heels. Ivan wasn’t just fast; he was sharp, his strikes coming with precision, his footwork effortless.

"Tsss," Ivan hissed, his voice carrying a whip-like snap. "You can’t even keep up with me, old man."

Vic grunted, snapping back into focus. This kid wasn’t just quick—each kick, each punch was controlled, calculated. Ivan wasn’t just fighting to win; he was fighting to dominate him. Ivan didn't just fight to win; he fought to dominate. It was the kind of street technique honed in situations where survival was at stake, taking control and never letting go.

Clenching his jaw, Vic charged forward, throwing a right cross aimed at Ivan’s head.

Ivan, moving with an almost unnatural grace, sidestepped the punch effortlessly. In the same motion, he threw a sharp low kick to Vic’s thigh, the strike landing with a sickening thud that sent pain shooting up Vic’s leg. Ivan wasn’t done. He closed in, a quick left hook to Vic’s ribs making him wince.

"Tsss," Ivan sneered again, his words dripping with disdain. "You’re not even worth my time."

Frustration flared in Vic’s chest as he staggered back, his ribs burning. This kid was toying with him, slipping through his defenses like he wasn’t even there. With every move, Ivan made Vic feel slower, more clumsy. It was starting to gnaw at him.

Vic steadied himself, taking a deep breath. He couldn’t let his anger control him. He faked a jab to Ivan’s face, hoping to bait him into making a mistake.

Ivan’s eyes flashed with amusement, but he moved forward to counter, confident in his ability to dodge. But Vic spun, ducking low just as Ivan committed to the attack. In a fluid motion, Vic landed a clean uppercut to Ivan’s gut. The punch connected with a satisfying thud, and for the first time in the spar, Ivan staggered back, gasping for air.

Vic smirked, a glimmer of satisfaction flickering in his chest. "Thought you were untouchable, huh?"

Ivan's smirk faltered, and in a rare moment of hesitation, Vic saw his opportunity. He feigned a jab to Ivan's face, but before Ivan could react, Vic snapped a sharp left hook straight to his jaw. The punch landed clean, and Ivan’s head snapped back with a sickening crack.

The gym fell momentarily quiet as Ivan staggered back, momentarily stunned. Blood trickled from his lip, dripping onto his chin.

Vic stood tall, his confidence soaring as he watched Ivan’s cocky demeanor crack for just a second. “That’s what happens when you underestimate me, kid.”

Ivan wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand, a cold smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Tsss," he hissed, licking the blood from his hand, unfazed. "You’re starting to annoy me, old man."

Without warning, Ivan dropped low, sweeping his leg out from under Vic’s feet. The move was swift, clean—Vic had no time to react before he was slammed hard onto the mat.

But Vic wasn’t ready to call it quits. He sprang to his feet, barely avoiding Ivan’s next strike, and threw a wild hook that caught Ivan off guard. The kid groaned and stepped back, momentarily stunned.

That brief pause was all Vic needed. They circled each other, wariness in their eyes.

"Come on, old man," Ivan taunted again, his voice dripping with that same dark confidence. "You’re still not tired, are you?"

Vic’s breath came in ragged gasps, sweat pouring down his face. His body ached, his legs heavy with exhaustion, but the fire in his chest burned brighter. This kid wasn’t going to break him—not yet.

Ivan moved in again, relentless. Each kick, each punch, each strike was fast and brutal—precise, targeting Vic’s weaknesses. A solid jab to the ribs sent Vic stumbling, and before he could recover, Ivan followed up with a knee to the stomach. The blow wasn’t perfect, but it knocked the wind out of him, leaving Vic gasping for air.

His legs felt like they were made of lead, and for a moment, everything inside him screamed to stop. But he wouldn’t. Not yet. Not while there was fight left in him. He wouldn’t let this arrogant kid—this cheeky idiot—take him down so easily. He’d push back. Harder.

"Gubim vreme sa tvojim patetičnim dupetom," Ivan taunted, his voice colder than before. "You can't win."

The words stung, reminding Vic of conversations he had with Lucas. Before he had time to think, Ivan was already on him again. A low kick to Vic’s leg sent him stumbling, and Ivan closed the gap with a brutal elbow to the ribs. Vic’s body screamed in pain, but he didn’t fall. The crowd around the gym gasped in shock, but Vic barely heard it.

"Hey! What type of bullshit is that, Ivan? No more of that!" The coach's voice rang out, sharp and filled with authority.

Ivan, mid-move, froze for a split second. His eyes shot toward the coach, a flash of irritation crossing his face.

"Ko ti je dao pravo da mi naređuješ?" Ivan snapped, his voice thick with disdain. His stern expression twisted into a smirk, each word dripping with venom. He closed in on Vic, who was barely holding himself together. "You're lucky, old man."

The coach’s face turned red, his patience snapping. "That's enough! Get out. Now. You're done here."

Ivan, now with a cold expression again, turned back to Vic, clearly savoring the coach’s frustration. "I'm just showing this man who he'd better not mess with," he murmured with contempt. "Ti si samo… starac."

The coach threw up his hands, a deep sigh escaping him. "Get your ass out of here, Ivan" he said again, his voice clipped with finality. "Immediately!"

Ivan gave the coach a mocking bow. A twisted smile curled on his lips before he strode past the coach and headed toward the restrooms.

"God damn, Ivan. I gave you more than one chance to change your attitude," the coach muttered. "Are you alright, mate? Didn't pay attention. I thought you two knew each other."

Vic stood there for a moment, trying to catch his breath, his body aching in ways he hadn't imagined possible. What was up with that kid? The whole experience felt off—like it wasn't just about the fight anymore. There was something deeper at play, something Vic couldn't quite put his finger on. And that phrase... "You can't win"... it sounded so familiar.

"I'm fine. I'm used to worse injuries. Thanks!" Vic explained, waving off the coach's concern as he signaled for him to mind his own business.

Just as Vic was about to leave the ring, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, staring at the screen as his thoughts raced. It was a message from Lucas:

Meet me in the restrooms. I need your help.

Vic's brow furrowed as he glanced at the phone again. Lucas should have been here by now. A sharp mix of confusion and frustration settled in his gut. What was going on? Had Lucas even been watching the fight? Why was he sending this message now?

Reluctantly, Vic made his way toward the restrooms, each step feeling heavier than the last. As he passed a nearby room, he caught a glimpse of Ivan. The kid was once again in front of the mirror, admiring himself. The sight was almost laughable—his arrogance on full display as he struck pose after pose, completely oblivious to the world around him.

What a jerk!

As soon as Vic stepped into the restroom, he called out for Lucas, his voice sharp with frustration. He scanned the room, but the only response was the door slamming shut behind him. The click of the lock echoed in the cramped space, and the air seemed to thicken, pressing in on him.

For a moment, Vic's mind refused to process what was happening. What the hell?

"Dude, are you out of your mind?" Vic's voice dropped, laced with confusion and rising tension. Ivan stood between him and the only exit, the door now locked.

Ivan turned slowly, a smirk spreading across his face. His eyes gleamed with something cold—too knowing, too calculated.

"You're not going to like this, Vic," Ivan said, his voice deceptively casual, but there was an unmistakable chill in his tone. He raised his phone, the screen lighting up to reveal a conversation—one with Lucas.

Vic's confusion shifted to frustration. He took a step back. "What the hell? Why do you have Lucas's phone?" He pointed at the device in Ivan's hand, his voice rising with urgency. "Where is Lucas?"

Ivan chuckled, shaking his head in mock sympathy as he stepped closer. His posture was relaxed, almost casual, but the smirk on his lips betrayed something darker beneath the surface. "Lucas is right here," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. With deliberate finality, he tossed the phone onto the sink, the clink of it against the porcelain sending a cold chill down Vic's spine.

"Yeah, right!" Vic laughed, though it was strained, disbelief lacing his voice. "You...! Did you rob him? So you're not just a douche in the ring, you're completely messed up. You need serious help."

Ivan let out a long, deliberate sigh, shaking his head as if Vic were the one who didn't understand. "I know this is hard to wrap your head around, but it's the truth. You're looking at Lucas… well, sort of." He paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in, watching as Vic's eyes widened in shock. "I found something, Vic. Something that changed everything."

Vic's expression hardened, his confusion quickly morphing into anger. "What the hell are you talking about, kid? You had your fun, but I'm not wasting my time on your twisted games." His fists clenched at his sides, and the muscles in his jaw tensed with frustration. "And even if I believed just single word of this bullshit you said... why the hell would my best friend—who can't even fight—hit me like that?"

Ivan exhaled slowly, a slight twitch in his jaw before he spoke again. Ivan noticed the way Vic tensed, his fists tightening. His voice softened, a deliberate shift in tone—as though he was trying to make Vic understand.

"Vic, control your temper," Ivan said with a taunting grin. "There's no way I wouldn't win the next round. Bet that punch to your ribs still hurts like hell. You don't want another one, do you?" His gaze sharpened, challenging.

Vic paused, visibly trying to steady his breath, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. For a moment, he could see the truth in Ivan's words.

"Ivan here is actually a bodysuit," Ivan continued, his gaze briefly dropping to the floor before locking eyes with Vic. "I wanted you to experience its full effect. You needed to see it for yourself. You know I couldn't fight... I was weak. I was the guy who struggled, barely scraping by, getting through life with no real talent. But that's not who I am anymore."

The way he spoke, the way he carried himself—there was an undeniable aura in his presence. Yet, beneath it all, Vic believed he could see traces of Lucas—small patterns, fleeting glimpses of familiarity. But the man in front of him was cocky, confident, and undeniably imposing for his age.

"I found it in the park a few days ago," Ivan continued, his voice tinged with the same arrogance Vic had felt during their fight. "And instantly decided to wear it." He smirked, leaning into the confidence that now radiated from him. "It's not just a disguise. It's a gift, Vic. This thing? It doesn't just change my appearance. It gives me everything else—his strength, his speed, his fighting ability. It even gives me his memories. His entire life... like it was my own."

Vic blinked, still struggling to process the words that were coming out of Ivan's mouth. "So you're telling me you're Lucas… wearing Ivan's body?" His voice was filled with disbelief, and his anger rose with each passing second. "How is this even possible?"

Lucas—no, it was Ivan's body now—took a slow, deliberate step forward. His gaze shifted toward the mirror, and he ran a hand through his messy hair, admiring the reflection of the face that had once belonged to Ivan.

Ivan's body was nearly perfect—decent features, a nice jawline, and eyes that gleamed with cold confidence. His body was muscular—powerful—and Lucas couldn't help but revel in it. Every flex of his arms seemed to channel more strength. As he raised one arm to inspect his biceps, he was almost entranced by their sheer size. His hand wandered over his chest, feeling the defined pecs beneath his fingertips. Lucas was intoxicated by Ivan's body. The power, the confidence—it was all too much, and he was drunk on it.

"Damn," Lucas muttered, flexing again for emphasis. His voice oozed satisfaction. He caught Vic's eye in the mirror, his smirk unwavering. "Look at this body. It's everything I've ever wanted. Hell, it's more than I imagined."

With a final glance at his reflection, Lucas turned back to Vic. Each step he took toward him was slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes locked onto Vic's, dark with something dangerous. "And it's not just about the look, Vic," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "It's everything. His strength. His experience. His skills. I'm Ivan now... and all those things you probably hate about him? I get to enjoy them."

He paused, savoring the effect his words had on Vic. Then, without warning, Lucas shifted gears. His voice flowed smoothly in a language Vic still couldn't name, the words rolling off his tongue with eerie ease. The tone was flawless, natural, as if he had spoken the language his entire life. "Možda još ne razumete, ali ovo je sada moj život. I biće mnogo bolje od mog starog."

The words were a taunt, a deliberate mockery, and Lucas flashed Vic a grin, letting the meaning of the speech sink into Vic's chest like a heavy weight.

Seeing the confusion in Vic's eyes, Lucas let out a low chuckle. "Did you get that, Vic? That's Serbian. My native language. I couldn't even manage to say a single word of it just days ago… hilarious, huh?" His eyes gleamed with malice. "It's like being born again, Vic. But better."

Vic's fists clenched, his body tightening with a mixture of disbelief and simmering jealousy.

"Calm down, tiger. I just said that this is my life now. And it's going to be a lot better than my old one." Ivan explained.

The body Lucas now wore was something Vic could only envy. He felt left behind, as if he was stuck in a past that no longer mattered. The thought of it stung more than Vic was willing to admit. The bitter knot of jealousy twisted tighter in his chest with each passing second, suffocating him.

"Seriously?" Vic spat, his voice rising with frustration. "You tell me you just found Ivan's suit… and the best you could come up with was beating me up?" His fists clenched tighter, nails digging into his palms, as jealousy seeped into his every word.

Lucas met Vic's gaze in the mirror, his smirk widening. His eyes gleamed with something dark, something knowing. "You're saying that you would have believed me if I had just spoken to you? No, I mean this way was the right way. You think I don't see it, Vic? You think I don't know you're jealous?" His voice was sharp, dripping with disdain. "I see it all. You hate me for what happened just minutes before and right now."

An uncomfortable realization gnawed at Vic, a feeling that he couldn't shake. The truth hit him like a cold splash of water: This was real. Lucas was wearing Ivan's body. And the power, the identity, had become a part of him.

"Then prove it," Vic shot back, his voice trembling, caught between confusion and rising anger. "Take it off."

For the briefest of moments, Lucas's expression shifted—his cocky, unshakable arrogance faltering, the faintest flicker of something else passing through his eyes. But just as quickly, it vanished, replaced by that ever-present smirk.

"That's the thing, Vic," he said, his voice lowering, thick with discomfort. "I don't know why. It's… it's stuck. I don't know how to get out of it. Nor would I even try. I think I'm locked into Ivan's life now." He paused, the words hanging in the air, thick with uncertainty. Then, almost casually, he added, "But don't worry, I'm not sad I'm stuck here."

Vic stood frozen, staring at the figure before him—the sight of it was suffocating. The impossibility of it all crashed over him in waves, his mind spinning in circles. Questions, a thousand questions, rose up within him, but none of them made sense. Lucas was gone. That much was clear. The man in front of him wasn't the person he'd once known. But every so often, a flicker of Lucas still managed to break through, like a ghost haunting Ivan's form.

A soft laugh escaped Ivan's lips, shattering the silence between them. It was eerie—the way it lingered, filling the room with a disquieting, unsettling air. "Look at me, Vic," he said, his tone shifting, becoming almost playful, but still sharp with mockery. "This body—those skills—it's not something I'm planning on letting go of." He stretched his arms out, flexing Ivan's muscles with exaggerated pride. His grin widened with every movement. "Do you really think I'd give this up? No chance. This is too damn good, Vic."

Ivan's blue eyes glimmered with something dark as he took a slow, deliberate step toward Vic. The space between them felt charged, alive with tension. "And you?" Ivan's voice was dripping with condescension, like he knew something Vic didn't. "You're still stuck in your old life, still pretending you don't want what I have now. But deep down, I know you do. You can't win, Vic."

There it was again. That phrase. "You can't win." The words—Lucas's words—echoed in his mind. He remembered how often Lucas had used it to taunt him, to get under his skin. Now, it felt different, twisted in a way that made Vic's skin crawl.

Vic's eyes narrowed, a cocktail of jealousy and confusion swirling inside him. "So, what's the deal, Lucas?" he asked, his voice tight with barely restrained frustration. "Or should I say… Ivan?" He emphasized the name, a challenge in itself. "Why should I believe any of this? What's your angle?"

Lucas—no, Ivan—smiled, leaning slightly closer, his presence overpowering. "You catch on quick," he said, throwing Vic a wink that felt more mocking than playful. "Think about it, Vic. The way I took you down earlier? The way we're talking now? That's proof enough, don't you think?" He gave a slow, deliberate shrug, like everything had fallen perfectly into place. "This body is a new kind of freedom. I've spent years holding myself back, but not anymore." He let the words hang for a moment before his gaze hardened, a faint, dangerous gleam flickering in his eyes. "But don't worry, we're in this together now. You'll see what I mean."

Vic hesitated, his mind a chaotic whirlwind of disbelief and reluctant curiosity. Despite the shock, despite the overwhelming strangeness of it all, a part of him couldn't look away. There was something magnetic about Ivan's—no, Lucas's—confidence. It was impossible to ignore, impossible to brush off.

Ivan stepped away from the mirror, his eyes locking onto Vic with a knowing glint. He moved toward a nearby locker, unhurried, his every step brimming with confidence. There was no rush in the way he moved, no hesitation. It was as if he owned the room—and Vic, by extension. He peeled off the black undershirt and shorts, each movement deliberate, showcasing the strength in his back as he twisted and tossed them aside carelessly. His muscles flexed with ease, the sheer breadth of his back catching the light, almost as if he wanted Vic to admire his new body.

Vic's gaze flickered to him despite himself. It wasn't just the physique—it was how Ivan carried himself now. It was the way he moved with the confidence of someone who knew he was in control. The predator now in full display, aware of the prey before him.

Once the undershirt and shorts were discarded, Ivan grabbed a pair of grey trousers, slipping them on smoothly with casual expertise. The fabric hugged his thighs, emphasizing the muscle there. He pulled a simple black shirt over his head, the material stretching across his chest as he moved. When he reached for a grey hoodie hanging on a nearby hook, he stretched his arms high above his head, a fluid movement that let Vic see the muscles in his shoulders and arms bulge beneath the fabric, as though the body was an extension of the power he now felt coursing through him.

Ivan shifted his focus to the beige Timberland-like boots sitting nearby. He bent down slowly, making sure to stretch his legs with a deliberate, controlled motion. The muscles in his thighs and ass shifted with the movement, and for a brief moment, Vic couldn't tear his gaze away.

Once the boots were on, Ivan stood tall, giving a subtle flex of his calves, ensuring Vic didn't miss the sleek definition in his legs. With a satisfied grunt, he straightened himself and twisted slightly, adjusting the fit of his boots, showing off how natural it all felt. He was comfortable, settled in his new skin.

Finally, Ivan reached for the green bomber jacket hanging on a nearby hook. His movements were slow, careful as he shrugged it on, the fabric settling over his broad shoulders like it belonged there. He adjusted the sleeves, stretched them out with a deliberate motion, and in the process, showed off his biceps again. Every action he was constantly flaunting. The jacket, the boots, the beanie that he threw casually onto his head—it was all a statement. It was a look that commanded attention, and Ivan was basking in it.

He ran a hand through his hair, making sure everything was in place, his expression one of pure satisfaction as he took in the reflection of his new self. He pulled out his phone and set it up for a selfie. With a small, pleased grin, he raised the camera in front of him, turning his head just slightly to the side. He moved his arm to show off the new width of his muscles, the hoodie and bomber jacket adding to the definition of his physique.

The transformation was almost complete, and Ivan could feel the new persona settling over him like a second skin. The body, the confidence, the look—it was all his now. And Vic? Vic was left standing in the background, watching it all unfold, caught in a whirlwind of confusion, jealousy, and disbelief.

The camera clicked, and Ivan studied the shot for a moment, nodding in approval. Without skipping a beat, he took another, this time winking at the camera, clearly aware of the image he was projecting.

"Yeah," he muttered to himself, a smug grin spreading across his face. "This is it."

He turned toward Vic, locking eyes with him. His grin widened, and his eyes gleamed with mischief. "Not bad, huh?" Ivan asked, his voice oozing with cocky confidence. He flexed his arms slightly, savoring the feel of the muscles beneath the fabric.

"Alright," Vic muttered, his voice still tinged with confusion but with a hint of reluctant curiosity. "Let's see what this ‘Ivan' has in mind. I'm getting kind of tired of you flaunting in front of me like you've got something to prove."

Ivan grinned, clearly enjoying the tension. "Don't be so bitter, Vic," he retorted, his voice dripping with playful arrogance again. "Don't be mad because I kicked your old ass that easily. It's amazing having these martial arts skills and even look fucking handsome. You, though? Just average. Guess you wasted your youth not realizing it."

"You're a real piece of shit," Vic shot back, his frustration evident but tempered with disbelief.

Ivan laughed, the sound thick with self-assurance. "Sorry, not sorry, Vic. This is the new me."

They left the restrooms together, and as they walked past, a few men cast curious glances their way. Ivan, never one to miss an opportunity, shot them a quick look and muttered something in Serbian under his breath. His tone was dismissive, and the men quickly turned their attention elsewhere, clearly unnerved.

When they reached Ivan's car, he stretched with a grin, clearly enjoying the perks of his new body.

"Is it hot in here, or am I just hot as fuck?" Ivan said, casually shrugging off his hoodie and jacket. "Must be all this new energy I'm carrying around," he added, still smirking as he shot a glance at Vic.

Vic shook his head, still trying to wrap his mind around everything that had just happened. But as Ivan slid into the driver's seat, oozing confidence, Vic reluctantly followed suit.

"Don't be so offended, Vic. I'll take you to my new place. There, I can finally show you the life-changing surprise I've got in store for my best friend," Ivan said, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Meanwhile, you can drool over the size of my arms." With that, he started the car's engine, puffed out his chest, and flexed his arm, clearly relishing the attention.

Vic, still trying to make sense of everything, raised an eyebrow but couldn't help feeling a flicker of curiosity. He had no idea what Lucas was on about, but the intensity of his confidence, combined with that cocky smirk, was hard to ignore. "Life-changing surprise?" Vic muttered, his tone skeptical but tinged with reluctant intrigue. "Guess I'll find out soon enough."

[kuroyushu]

Cold-Blooded

"Hey, hold on! I'll help you!" Shit! Lucas shouted, his voice sharp with urgency. He sprinted with thinking, the pounding headache from his hangover now forgotten in the face of the crisis. Shit, shit, shit. As he neared the figure in the water, his stomach dropped. The person was barely alive, floating lifelessly in the cold water.

Breathless, Lucas dove to the ground, skidding across the icy shore, desperate to pull the stranger from the water. His heart raced, fear gnawing at him. He feared he wouldn't be able to get him out, especially now that he could see how physically imposing the younger man was. When Lucas grabbed the stranger's swollen shoulder, the skin gave way beneath his fingers—soft, like a rotten fruit. He jerked his hand back, startled.

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Just the night before, he'd angrily tossed his apron into the trash, defeated by another failed job. He’d been kicked out of the kitchen again. And this time, it wasn’t even his fault. He’d been working as a kitchen assistant, but a sneaky asshole named Samuel had sabotaged his work once again. Lucas hadn't been able to prevent the mess from reaching the boss, and he'd been fired on the spot.

In a haze of frustration, Lucas had gone out, bought a bottle of whiskey, and stumbled through the night, trying to drown his failures. He had no idea how he was going to survive the month without a job. His apartment was hanging by a thread—there was no way he could pay the rent. Another failure, another step closer to rock bottom.

Full of self-pity, he had collapsed on a park bench, the cold seeping through the thick layers of his jacket, but the warmth of the alcohol kept him from freezing. The world felt as numb as he did.

The next morning, he woke up with a crushing headache, the remnants of alcohol still thick in his bloodstream. He stumbled home, hoping to figure out how to pull himself together. The thoughts swirling in his mind were as chaotic as his footsteps as he walked through the empty park. Then, at the lake's edge, he saw a small figure, crumpled and motionless. Something in his gut twisted.

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"What the hell...?" Lucas muttered, his voice barely a whisper. He approached slowly, unsure if his touch had caused the strange reaction on the stranger’s skin.

"What is wrong with you?" he asked, his voice shaky, but knowing full well he wouldn't get a response. The man had to have been in the lake for a while; there was no way he hadn't sunk to the bottom by now. Lucas was baffled—why hadn’t the man disappeared into the depths?

Lucas took a deep breath and braced himself. He reached for the man’s shoulder again. The skin was just as strange as before—almost too soft. But this time, Lucas gritted his teeth, tightened his grip, and, with all his strength, he pulled the man out of the water.

To his surprise, the stranger was unnervingly light. His body felt hollow, like an empty shell. It was as if all the substance had drained out, leaving only the skin and muscles behind.

As Lucas finished dragging the man onto the icy shore, he stared down at the body in disbelief. This wasn’t what he had expected.

The man he had just rescued seemed more like a suit than a person. Lucas quickly noticed a large slit running along the stranger’s broad back. Could I slip inside?

He had never imagined he’d find himself in a situation like this. But if what he was thinking was possible—if he could somehow fit into that hollow form—this could be his way out of the nightmare he’d been living.

Lucas inspected the bodysuit again. It was still dressed in wet jeans, worn-out sneakers, and several necklaces—details that hinted at the person it once was.

His curiosity growing, Lucas wondered if there was anything of value hidden on the man. He dug into the stranger’s pockets, hoping for something—anything—that might offer an explanation or, at the very least, a clue.

He reached into the side pocket of his pants and felt a large object. Shit, that's his cock. After a few seconds of hesitation, Lucas switched to the other pocket and his fingers brushed against something small and rectangular. With trembling hands, he pulled it out and flipped it open.

The wallet held an ID, a driver’s license, and several credit cards. Lucas froze, his breath catching. He scanned the contents quickly, his mind racing. The name on the ID. The address. Everything seemed fine, just waterlogged—meaning that man couldn’t have been in the lake for long. His heart pounded louder, but then another thought crept into his mind.

Ignoring the biting cold and the water still clinging to him and the body, Lucas glanced around, making sure no one could see him. Then, without hesitation, he stripped off his own clothes and prepared himself to enter the empty shell before him. Though the body was deflated, it didn’t mask the solid muscles underneath. Without wasting another second, he dove in, disregarding the freezing temperature.

The sensation of stepping into another body was unlike anything Lucas had ever imagined. As his feet settled into place, he was stunned at how quickly the body seemed to connect with his own nerves. It felt almost as if the body was melding with him, making him forget that he wasn’t in his own skin anymore. The young man’s powerful thighs now supported Lucas’s weight, and as he continued, Lucas moved his own tool into the guy's cock, positioning himself in a way that gave him a sense of satisfaction. He was overwhelmed by the new sensations, his mind momentarily distracted by the overwhelming feeling.

He continued maneuvering the body, flexing the massive arms and feeling the layer of muscle beneath him. His own torso was now covered by a proud, muscular frame that felt foreign yet exhilarating. Hesitating for a moment, Lucas pulled the man’s face over his own, as if pulling on a hood. His vision blurred, and a heavy weight settled over his features. The sensation was both disorienting and thrilling. He immediately noticed the slit on his back closing as if sealing him into this new form.

The cold air hit his skin differently now. He quickly discarded the wet trousers and slipped back into his own clothes, which now stretched tight over his newly muscled frame. He marveled at the experience, but his growing unease reminded him that he had to leave before anyone noticed him. He had to move quickly.

Once fully dressed, though his old clothes now strained against his new, more muscular body, Lucas checked the man’s ID—Ivan—for an address. Elm Street in Dunwell. Damn it. Lucas knew that area well. It wasn’t the best part of town, but it wasn’t much worse than the mess he’d just found himself in.

In a hurry and eager to escape, he grabbed everything around him, including the wallet, and rushed to Ivan’s home. He knew he had to get there fast—before anyone saw him, before the reality of what he'd just done fully sank in.

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Lucas reached the address and checked Ivan’s ID one last time.

So, this is your place, Ivan Petrov.

Breathing heavily, Lucas finally took a moment to focus on the unfamiliar sound of his breath. He was drawn to the rasp in his voice and experimented with it, adjusting to the new sensation in his throat.

Not just a handsome guy. Even that voice, he chuckled to himself.

His gaze shifted to the apartment door, where Ivan’s name was displayed. To his surprise, the door stood slightly ajar. He stepped inside cautiously, half-expecting an intruder. What he didn’t expect was the size of the apartment. His breath caught in awe—it was far bigger than he’d imagined. Relieved to find it empty, he closed the door behind him and began surveying the space.

Not bad for a 23-year-old...

As he entered the bedroom, his eyes fell on a phone. He unlocked it effortlessly with facial recognition, and the screen flooded with missed calls and messages from someone named Logan.

Damn it. No idea what happened to this guy, or what kind of mess he was in.

Taking a deep breath, Lucas forced himself to stay calm, setting the phone aside.

Then the discomfort hit him. The feeling of being dirty—drenched in the water his new body had swum through. The cold air that clung to his skin. The clothes, too tight for his frame, constricting with every move. And the adrenaline still coursing through him, making his skin itch and sweat.

Damn, never thought my clothes would feel this tight. Never thought I’d wear someone else’s body, either...

He undressed quickly, standing in front of the mirror for the first time, fully aware of the body he now inhabited.

Staring at his reflection, Lucas examined every inch of the new form. His face—sharp, angular, with eyes that burned a striking blue—was utterly foreign to him. He leaned in closer, inspecting each detail, tracing the contours, the pores, and the angles of his features. The unfamiliarity of it all gnawed at him. What kind of man was Ivan Petrov?

The eyes, cold and piercing, were unmistakably Eastern European. He tested different facial expressions: a smile, a frown, annoyance—then locked on the last one, a scowl. But it was the challenging look he found most compelling, the silent dare in the depths of his gaze.

Lucas couldn't help but admire the sight. His once average looks were now hidden beneath this young, shapely face. It was almost surreal to see himself in a form that probably exuded more confidence than he had ever known.

He took a few steps back, surveying his entire body. The broadness of his shoulders, the muscular chest, the imperfections of his skin—it was a welcome shift from his former, unremarkable physique. The reflection in the mirror was a stranger, yet it was him now. A man called Ivan Petrov...

Lucas curiously tested the movements of his new body, stretching his fingers and running his hands over the muscles and veins that now defined his arms. He marveled at how his skin stretched smoothly over the solid, unfamiliar frame. Each flex, each shift, brought a strange yet satisfying pleasure, as if the body itself was waking up to its new strength.

Lucas studied his reflection one last time, a flash of envy crossing his mind as he took in Ivan’s youthful, sculpted features. He couldn’t help but compare the vibrant, chiseled face before him to his own 35-year-old frame. Damn, he thought, I can’t wait to see what this body can do. The weights are calling.

His gaze fell to Ivan's disheveled hair, and he chuckled under his breath. With a smirk, he flashed a grin at his reflection. A new confidence stirred within him. It was time to wash away the cold, the wetness, and keep exploring what this body could do.

As he stepped into the cramped shower, a soft laugh escaped him. His broad frame nearly pressed against the shower walls, the tight space accentuating the difference between his former self and this new form. The small, confined space felt even tighter now—another reminder that everything was about to change.

He confidently reached for his now fleshy cock, which had grown to almost 7 inches. This Slavic stallion definitely had a weapon in his pants. As he shot his load, he was overcome with pride - he didn't know if it was his seed or the guy's - but the idea that his seed could now continue the line of Slavic men was a great one.

As Lucas stepped out of the shower, he couldn’t help but flex his back in front of the mirror, his eyes widening at the sight. The muscles seemed to ripple with every movement, more defined and powerful than anything he’d ever seen from this distance. Unable to resist, he gave his bicep a flex, watching in awe as the muscle swelled beneath his skin. The sheer strength and definition were staggering—he had never imagined he could possess something like this. It was as if his body had been sculpted from stone. The feeling was both exhilarating and humbling.

Is this even natural? Lucas thought, his mind buzzing. Or is this just how guys are these days?

Bemused, he strode toward Ivan’s wardrobe, curiosity piquing his interest. As he rifled through the clothes, he quickly realized that Ivan had a diverse range of styles—everything from sleek, 'old money' to casual streetwear, each piece reflecting a different side of him. The wardrobe was a reflection of confidence, a far cry from his own limited choices.

Lucas tried on a few outfits but ultimately chose a muscle t-shirt that highlighted his new torso, paired with comfortable joggers. It felt fitting—a way to embrace the youthful energy he was now radiating. The look seemed authentic, at least in appearance.

With no clear plan and no idea what to do next, his attention drifted back to Ivan’s phone.

This guy named Logan... Logan’s desperation was clear from his frantic messages.

"Ivan, where are you????!"

"Call me back!!"

"Shit, I’ll have to leave."

"Hope you aren’t dead, bro."

Each message deepened Lucas’s concern. The intensity of their exchanges revealed a close bond between Ivan and Logan. But the more Lucas read, the more he realized things weren’t as simple as they seemed. Among the casual banter, there were mentions of gang movements, a planned robbery, body suits, and taking over—none of it explained exactly what had happened, but the implication was clear: they were in deep.

Before he could process any more, the doorbell rang.

Lucas froze, his heart pounding. He moved cautiously toward the door, trying to make no noise. The bell rang again, followed by a series of heavy knocks.

"Ivan! It’s me, Logan. Are you there? Open up!"

Lucas braced himself for whatever was about to come as he slowly turned the door handle. When the door cracked open, he was met with the face of the man who could only be Logan. Without a moment’s hesitation, Logan charged in, a large bag gripped tightly in his left hand.

"Svyatoye der'mo!" Logan swore, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. In one smooth motion, he pulled a gun from his pocket, the cold barrel pressing directly against Lucas’s face.

"What the fuck, bro?!" Lucas shouted, panic creeping into his voice.

"I tried to contact you a hundred times! Who the fuck are you? Is this some of Andreyev's rats wearing my best bro's skin?" Logan hissed, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"Logan, calm down! It’s me!" Lucas shot back, his voice steady despite the rising tension. He knew if Logan pushed him, it would all unravel. There was no room for mistakes now.

"Prove it! Turn around and show me your back!" Logan demanded, his voice cold and unyielding, his finger pressing firmly on the trigger.

"Logan..."

"NOW!" Logan barked, his tone razor-sharp and commanding.

Without a second thought, Lucas spun around and ripped off his shirt, exposing his back.

"Vyataya Bogoroditsa! Dude, you scared the hell out of me! What the hell is wrong with you? Why didn’t you respond to me? I thought I lost you, you crazy son of a bitch!" Logan exclaimed, his voice filled with both relief and frustration.

Lucas turned around, surprised to see Logan looking much more relaxed.

“I’m fine. For now... I had to hide,” Logan said, his voice steady now. “I thought they knew it was me, but they went after the wrong guy. Had to play it safe. Sorry, bro!”

Lucas felt a knot loosen in his chest, though his unease lingered. Would Logan buy this?

“Shit, goddamn,” Logan muttered, relief evident in his voice. “Well, I’m just glad we’re here now. It’s all in here, Ivan. We did it!” He clapped Lucas on the shoulder, a moment of brotherly camaraderie.

“They have no clue who actually stole the serums,” Logan said, his tone almost triumphant. “Now we can take control of the gang if we’re careful enough. Finally, we won’t just get a piece of the success—we’ll decide how it all plays out and reach new limits!”

Lucas's mind eased for a moment, but his smile was more reserved than Logan's exuberance. He nodded, playing along.

“Hey bro, you mind if I use your bathroom? I reek like hell!” Logan asked, his tone casual.

“Sure, go ahead!” Lucas replied, his mind still whirring with what Logan had just said.

As soon as Logan disappeared into the bathroom, Lucas couldn’t resist. He opened the large bag on the table, his eyes immediately falling on the syringes lined up inside. Each one was filled with a blue or orange serum.

His mind raced back to the cryptic messages he had read earlier—Logan had mentioned two types of serum, each with a specific purpose. The blue serum triggered the transformation, leaving behind a temporary husk. The orange serum, however, was the key to accessing the husk's mind.

It all clicked in that moment. Lucas didn’t fully understand why Logan thought he was the real Ivan, but the pieces were falling into place. He had already been lucky once. He wasn’t sure if his luck would hold, but it felt like the right time to find out.

With a sense of urgency, he reached for the orange serum, pulled out a syringe, and jammed it into his thick thigh. He gritted his teeth as the needle pierced his skin, tossing the empty syringe into the corner without a second thought. He quickly zipped up the bag and sat back down, his heart pounding in his chest.

Almost immediately, his body began to feel weak. His limbs felt heavy, and his vision blurred, the overwhelming sense of tiredness crashing over him. Had he mixed up the syringes? His panic flared for a moment, but it quickly faded into the fatigue.

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"Hey Ivan, bro, wake up!" Logan's voice jolted Lucas from his daze. "I hope you don’t mind I used your shower and am about to borrow some of your clothes."

"Oh, sure… uh, sorry," Ivan mumbled, shaking off the grogginess. "I’m just totally wiped from the past few days."

He kept his movements steady, unwilling to reveal how drained he truly felt. He approached the bag, unzipped it, and reached for the blue syringe. His fingers remained steady, despite the storm of anxiety swirling inside him.

"That's crazy, Logan. We really could do this!" Ivan flashed a sly grin, masking his unease with a touch of malice.

Logan, practically vibrating with excitement, grinned back. "So, you ready to transform Kastuś into a bodysuit? Honestly, I can’t wait to wear his skin!" His eyes never left the syringe in Ivan’s hand, filled with eager anticipation.

Ivan returned the grin, his expression outwardly confident but with a hidden knot of tension inside. "Without a doubt, bro! This is gonna change our lives."

Logan leaned in, his voice sharp with urgency. "So, Ivan, now I wanna hear it. What the hell happened? Where have you been? I was freaking out when you didn’t respond to me!"

Ivan paused for a moment, forcing a calmness he didn’t feel. He had to maintain control. "Yeah, sure. Let’s sit down. I’ll grab us some whiskey," he said, hoping the simple task would buy him some time and calm his nerves.

Logan let out a relieved laugh. "I like that idea, bro." He flashed a grin as he lowered himself into a chair, clearly trusting Ivan to get things back on track.

As Ivan passed Logan, he abruptly drove the syringe into Logan’s neck with ruthless force.

"What the fuck? How, you fucking cunt?! I checked your back! There was no trace!" Logan's voice cracked with disbelief. The weight of betrayal hit him like a sledgehammer—he couldn’t fathom that the person he trusted most was just an imposter.

"I don’t know either, Logan," Ivan replied coldly, his voice steady, betraying no emotion as he fought to suppress the flicker of satisfaction that danced at the edges of his mind. "But I am grateful for the opportunity you and Ivan gave me. From here on out, though... I'll be the one in charge. You can rest easy knowing I'll make sure everything falls into place."

A sinister smirk tugged at the corner of Ivan's lips, his eyes glinting as he watched Logan’s pupils start to dilate, his focus shifting.

Ivan leaned closer, his gaze sharp and unyielding, as he observed the slow, agonizing transformation unfolding before him. A knot of unease twisted in his stomach at the sight of his best friend succumbing to the process, but he shoved the feeling down. The endgame was in motion—there was no turning back now.

"Ne brini, prijatelju. U bliskoj budućnosti, ti i ja ćemo postići ono što nismo smeli da zamislimo," Ivan whispered softly into Logan’s ear, his words dripping with a chilling sense of finality. He wasn't sure if Logan could still hear him, but there was something undeniably thrilling about speaking in perfect Serbian now—something that felt almost too natural, as if the words flowed as easily as his new, foreign persona.

The weight of what he'd just done, what he was about to become, settled heavily on him. Despite the grim circumstances, a quiet satisfaction bloomed in Ivan's chest. This was just the beginning.

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Ivan grabbed his old phone and quickly typed a message to Vic, his fingers moving with an ease that felt almost instinctual, despite the chaos swirling around him.

Hey Vic, how’s it going? You know the boxing club on Cole Street? Got a new job—let’s meet there.

He sent the message, a small, satisfied smile tugging at his lips as he read it over. A rush of anticipation surged through him, a thrill that was both exciting and comforting. Reconnecting with Vic wasn’t just a casual meetup—it was a declaration of what was to come.

Redressing and packing up his boxing gear, Ivan felt the weight of the moment settle on him. This was more than just meeting an old friend—it was about testing the power of his new body, all the skills he’d picked up so quickly. It was time to see just how far his new abilities could take him. Vic’s gonna lose his mind, he thought, the grin on his face deepening.

[kuroyushu]

Spinoff: No Longer Needed as Groomsmen

Part 3 of me and @vindictivenerdcels spinoff on the Untouchable Fiancé series by @thesuitaskin

The wedding went on smoothly according to plan. It was an intimate outdoor wedding attended by families and close friends and the newlyweds quickly headed for their honeymoon the following week where they ended every single day with intense sex as both of them consumated their love passionately as if those were the first time they had sex in their life. Well, it's true for Owen, but not like Iris had any idea about it. It's Austin Hill through and through, and she's one fortunate woman to end up with such a powerful, charming and hardworking man that she can proudly call as her husband

Once they returned back to their usual life, gradually, things got mundane. Iris went back to work in order to continue her ascendancy on corporate America while Austin worked from home most of the time, coaching some fitness clients and also doing video content where he amassed the jaw-dropping 600k followers or flipping real estate while also managing his stock diligently. But, they still met their friends and enjoyed their life in the suburban town as there's not much pressure anyway for Iris to move closer to her office in the city centre because she enjoyed the fact that she could travel and give herself a time for her own self in-between the commute.

Yet, those traveling time and hours in the office were exactly when Austin and Eli screwed up each other, or they would even invite Adam and Nick to the mix to make it merrier, and once again, Iris got no idea about it. Austin also frequently cheated with his clients or some randoms he found online, they would only hookup if Iris went out of town for business trips and the likes of it, and Austin didn't feel any remorse from doing that. It's just part of he is as a jacked douchebag that demanded respect and attention through the corruption he inflicted to the otherwise pristine and respectful fit young stud's image. Eli watched all of them with none of the guests aware of his presence, his brother-in-law performing such lewd and dishonorable act that ruined the sanctity of marriage for his devoted sole viewer that witnessed everything from the spy cam installed behind the full-length mirror right across the bed, the ceiling and the one hidden in the headboard. Alas, secrets cannot be sealed forever, and Eli wouldn't be the only one that witnessed Austin's infidelity

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Justin returned to Seattle after Austin's wedding and he already set to return back to town after he finished his probation in this new company. That alerted Eli to go the fuck away during the visit week from being caught by Justin. Well, more like Austin knocking some sense to Eli's horny brain. Eli really thought that he could be fucked by Austin with no worries during that same week since Iris is scheduled to be on a week-long leadership conference and some partner meeting. But, all of that plan crumbled because Justin's visit coincidentally happened at the same week. Eli thought he lost the week through unfortunate alignment of times, but it was actually Austin's own orchestration as he got something big planned to do with the fact that his brother visited him

Justin witnessed something that he believed he supposed to never witness last night. During one of the nights of his visit, Justin informed Austin that he would be staying over at a friend's apartment after his night out, yet the music sucks so he went back to Austin's as he ended the night's faster.

As he entered Austin's house through the side door from the garage, he found himself surprised when he heard grunts and moans from the direction of Austin's bedroom with the girl's voice sounding way too different from Iris. He's been sneaking around since he was little so his light feet came in handy as he climbed the carpeted stairs to verify what the actual fuck went in Austin's bedroom. He was taken aback at first seeing Eli's bedroom door left wide open but he remembered that Austin did say that Eli moved out pretty soon after the marriage, so that room has been empty for a while now. For a moment, he thought Eli would be listening to all that with an open door and his suspicion that Eli is a perv would be proven, but he got way ahead of himself with the ridiculous accusation. Justin then continued to slowly set himself into a good angle to check on Austin's bedroom as the door was not closed. A quick peek while hiding in the shadows revealed a brunette woman with her ponytail pulled like a leash and her back arched as Austin plowed her hole with his massive schlong. Confused, exasperated and angry would be an understatement for the confused Justin. What the fuck is my older brother up to??? Justin pondered to himself as he slowly and surely retreated back to the garage and ditched the place to find another place to sleep for the night. Should he keep this whole revelation to himself? Iris is a very nice girl, a bit dull, but still, how can Austin cheat on her? Is this a one time fling or a serialized habit? Justin went to sleep heavy and distraught by all the questions, lies and revelations

Those questions, plus the vivid visuals of the way Austin grinned under the moonlight as his sweaty physique rhythmically destroyed that stranger's hole, lingered in his mind all night long causing him to lose sleep. With his heart pounding and breath exasperated as the time in his phone screen shown 6.10 AM, he decided to chat Eli for a quick meetup to reveal the truth right away

Justin rushed to the designated diner where he scheduled to meet with Eli. There were several people inside the spot already, old ladies and gentleman, some fine-looking young couples and friend group, and other random people he did not really paid attention to. Eli appeared several minutes later with nothing except his sleeping clothes, yet he still smiled brightly and apologetic for being late. Weird, since when this meek and introverted twig suddenly have springs in his step? Brushing it aside, Justin gets serious quickly as soon as Eli settled down

"Do you know that Austin cheated from Iris? You spent a lot of time in my brother's house, did you never caught him in the act or anything?" Justin asked straight to the chase

"W--w---wait, hold on, cheated, how? With whom?" stuttered Eli for a reply

"I legit have no idea. But I saw him last night fucking this brunette in his bed with the door wide open and her loudly moaning his name. That cannot be Iris, she's still in SF, right? Plus, I never heard that you moved out, thought I would see you since 2 days ago,"

"Yeah, my parents need one of their kids to stay at home, and it would be awkward for me to live with Iris and Austin anyway. I don't want to disturb them with my presence. Should we.....tell Iris? Or should we....mmmm....confront Austin? I don't think Iris will believe us though and I know my parents would crucify me for "ruining our family's happiness", I'm......not ready for the fallout,"

"Okay, let's talk to Austin first then, I also don't feel easy to drop such a huge bomb to your sister, maybe we can get my bro back to sense,"

Justin excused himself to go to the bathroom first before leaving the diner. His eyebags were puffy and he said that he didn't feel so well because he was still hungover from the night out. As Justin walked to the bathroom, Eli's eyes glanced around the diner before meeting Nick's devious glimmer and Adam's signature smize as they've been watching the whole interaction from the corner seat within the diner, their hoodies and facial mask gave them cover all this time and they only revealed themselves once Justin entered the bathroom. Both of them nodded to Eli, which Eli responded with a nod of acknowledgement as he gave several minutes of gap before starting to walk into the bathroom. As expected, Justin already laid flat on the tiles of the bathroom so Eli screamed on top of his lungs for help to the rest of the patrons. Nick and Adam, strategically seated near the bathroom, helped Eli to carry Austin back to their car as they then started their drive to Austin's house

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"Yooo.....wh---what? Where am I?" Justin muttered to himself as his eyes squinted to get familiar to his dimmed surrounding.

As more of his senses kicked in, the full picture started to trickle into his brain. Here he is tied to the chair in the basement of Austin's home, the last memory was him going to the bathroom to wash his face and relieve the bloated sensation in his stomach. Now, how on Earth he ended here and where is Eli too?

Hearing some chatter from just right outside the trapdoor that leads to the basement, it's not surprising that several seconds later, the trapdoor is opened and Justin sees Austin standing right on top of the stairs. Austin turned on the harsh head lights of the basement as he the walked down the stairs with no shirts on followed by Adam. Feeling annoyed, Justin instantly barked

"Yo, what the fuck is this shit bro? Is this a prank or something?"

"Oh, you're awake. Guess the Hill's gene really can handle their drinks and their meds huh,"

Justin just stared at Austin weird. Why did he address him like that? The Hill? They are literally the same family. But rather than pondered on that, Austin brushed it aside as he's still seethed with anger. This is the man he looked up to for most of his juvenile years. The perfect older brother. The role model. Yes, Austin is a ladies man but Iris seemed like a nice girl and he's been showing his love to her all this time. Cheating is not like Austin, but his eyes couldn't be wrong about what he saw last night

"Cut the crap. Why the fuck did you sleep with that girl in the very own bed you slept with your wife huh? Who the fuck is that too? Don't you feel ashame? You have a wife!"

"And a kid too coming on the way HAHAHAH! Iris is already carrying mini me's inside of her, y'know? We planned to pop the news later this weekend while you're in town but guess I can let you know a bit earlier than the others. Now Adam, what did I told you about what happened last night?"

"That you suspected a creep to watch you fuck your client in bed. You thought it was that twerp Eli, turns out the CCTV shown that it was your own brother,"

"My naive liar of a stupid brother. How dare you lied to me that you would give me last night free from your presence only to snoop around and peek on my nightly activity? And stop with that glare, you are not intimidating anyone," a gut punch from Austin suddenly followed, which caused Justin to hunch over as the punch takes his breath away.

"You have so much potential, bro. Why waste it on just one girl when you can have as many holes as you want? All those working outs, why devote that to only one worshipper? I mean, Adam here is straight but he wouldn't say no to sniff my pit or blow me, right dude?"

"Fuck you, hahahaha. But yeah, your brother got some delicious musk, Justin, you could have one too if it's genetics. You know what, let me take a sniff and see how close you are to match his,"

The whole scene is ridiculous and clearly intended to get him to react. What the fuck is wrong here? Austin is straight as an arrow, borderline homophobic even, so it's just not fucking possible that he let his closest friend, part of his groomsman even, to do all sorts of crap like this. Is there a possibility that the person right in front of him is actually not his brother? Because even though it seems unlikely and this person physically resembled Austin, this is not the Austin he knows. This is not the older brother he knows.

"Hmmmm.......great Bleu de Chanel there, you know your scent, huh? But it still can't hide the stink in ya, dude, I say you are 75% close to the musk that Austin made. But anyway, enough with the yap, it gets too tight over here,"

And just to add to more confusion and bewilderment that happened in the past 24 hours or so, something protruded out from Adam's back and leg, like another skin that grows out from his form. Justin panicked and tried to direct the attention to the oddity that happened right in front of their very eyes yet no one seemed to bat an eye.

"BRO, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?"

Austin didn't bother to answer, not like Justin needs to understand it and not like he will be in control of his own body very soon. It looked like straight from gory body horror drama, with Adam moaning as each limbs appeared from his back. It's a rather pasty and bony limb, one that would not be able to support or even match the intensity of Adam's workout. After a couple more minutes, a very much butt-naked and sweaty Eli released itself free from Adam's form and stands right behind him. He flashes his wicked smile right at Justin before then stared at Austin as if looking for approval

"I think I made my decision. I'm ready," Eli said while grabbing the clear pills for the full merge and chugged it in one go

"Well, he's all yours,"

"Wait---wait---wait----WHAT? HOW THE FUCCCCCUCCCCCKKKKKKKKAENGHHHHHHHHHHH-------"

It's a smooth transitional process as Eli trained before for the possession pills. But the mind merge is really another beast of its own because as if supercharged with steroids, Eli managed to push Justin's essence deep into submission during the onslaught before fully fused itself with Justin's core essence, his life and form as Eli finally comes to an end as the merge completed successfully. During its final moment of surrender and erasure, that was also when Justin's found his closure, as Eli's unfiltered memories broke down everything Justin suspected as reality that the person in the room with him has been taken over by people he's never been aware about. It also revealed that this whole thing has been Austin's orchestration, exactly the trap set up for him by this impostor Austin that already schemed for Eli to takeover Justin's body after the wedding fanfare died down and Eli could just go missing without anyone noticing

It was a good battle of perseverance and entitlement, that seemingly lasted for ages. For the outside world, it only happened in less than a minute of Justin's body writhing, arching and convulsing in his seat, but as soon as it stops, a new controller is clearly in charge of his body judging from the devilishly sneaky smirk it shows and the glimmer in his eyes that screams a sexual deviant is about to be on the loose powered by a body that can support its sexual conquest

As the tightrope eventually loosened, Eli let himself free from it and quickly walked to the closest full-length mirror to admire the hard-work he just went through for this whole takeover. There's no more Eli in the reflection, it only showcases Justin's intense glare and his lean yet powerful built Eli could only dream of to achieve by himself. Lost in the sight, he absent-mindedly flexed his biceps as hard as possible and then take a good look at the way the reflection followed everything to the tee.

That caused him to get aroused as he can sense the swelling in his gym shorts. It's no longer the 3 incher getting it hard to a 5 incher, Justin's flaccid cock literally existing at 6 incher soft and only hardened into a 7.5 inches of girthy monstrosity, which now Eli is in full control off. Licking his lips, he sniffed his own pits and savored the taste of sweat and resistance remained there. The reflection captured all of his lustful depravity as Justin's hand slipped into the shorts as he started pumping the massive weapon now under his ownership. Yet, Austin with his signature cough snapped Eli back to reality and Eli suddenly stopped himself trying to jack himself off to his own reflection

"Not in front of your own big bro, dude. And there's no way the real Justin would jack his dick off in front of Austin, so get yourself together,"

"Eheh, I'm sorry, just too aroused with everything,"

Austin glared at Eli/Justin as he's irritated listening to Eli's tone coming out of his younger brother's mouth. Aware of the situation, Eli/Justin focused to access the memory resided within the brain and quickly come up with much more conviction of Justin's usual speaking pattern and tonality

"Sorry bro, just thinking of what you said about worshipper, fuck, all the girls and the gays in my gym, I could have blown in all their mouths and they would all thank me. Why bother with that one chick?"

"Yeah, that's much more like it," Austin replied with a smirk as he then draped his arm around Justin's shoulder while staring at the mirror too, "just remember, I'm the big brother here, so you follow my lead and do as I say, okay?"

"Okay, big bro,"

"Great, go dress up now, time to hit the gym and see are you as strong as you looked,"

The workout focused on core strength for the day, and Eli really utilized all the energy stored in Justin to hit all the reps till failure, with his best friend/older brother by his side.

And unlike the time where he only did cardio and felt like he's drained, being inside of Justin seemed to give him another set of energy sources that wouldn't be depleted by a mere 45-minute workout

When he finished all of the routine, he feels energetic and actually pumped. The soreness of his muscle feels like a medal he will wear proudly everytime the sensation comes, and just like a medal, it's visible and tangible, this one in the forms of his swollen biceps, striated abs and ever-growing pecs. Not to mention the way this delicious aroma emanated from him, that's the smell of succcess and only owned by people that didn't quit when the going gets tough or the tasks seemed impossible to handle only to overcome it by the end of it. It's rich, potent, and really aroused like-minded people that knows the amount of sacrifices you need to put in order to look this great. The weaks? They go even crazier once it hits them, they know they wouldn't even be able to match such intensity so they would instead worship the ground of the people that poured their blood, sweat and tears to achieve greatness. Losers like Eli and Owen definitely would be the one groveling on the floor, begging for just a crumb of attention from people like Austin and Justin. And he's certain that he's ready to embrace this kind of mindset going forward, he's Justin Hill after all, he got the body and the strength to back-up all his big talk about greatness

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All For Show 2

Most of Victor's followers in social media believed that he's this incredibly privileged jock with an enviable life filled with travels, parties and brand engagements across the globe. If there's a depiction of living their best life in their 20s, Victor is one fitting example.

But, if they ever cross-path with Victor in real life where he talked to them, best believe that the person never returned, or at least they never returned as the same person. Yet, no one's been able to pinpoint that all of the changes happened not because of their holiday getaway but because of Victor.

Behind the approachable persona of a carefree jock with curated social media presence lies something from thousand of light years away lurking inside Victor's brain. The presence is already controlling the jock like a mindless puppet for months and yet everyone still treated Victor as it should be. Not even Victor's own dog realized the oddity of his owner. The original Victor never seen it coming as he was deep in his sleep when the takeover happened. But, once the alien managed to seize control of Victor's brain, there was no going back and any sort of resistance possible, the perfect infiltration

The alien used Victor's attractive body and influence to prepare for more vessels for its kind.

All the social media posts intended to lure, all the whispers in the club precisely spoken to lull and all the back-arching, mind-blowing orgasm he released deep inside his target's hole intended to literally blow the human mind and rendered it weak for its kind to easily conquer. Every single thing that Victor pulled off were performative, a guise to mask the malicious intent hidden underneath the abdominal muscle and that charming smile. It's all for show

Now, with a vacation in a cruise that lasted for a one full-month across the Mediterranean, Victor is busy taking down his target one at a time. Tonight, he already eyed this charming Spanish gay newlyweds seemingly open for a three-some with a young gun like Victor. The smoking session on the deck while they shared about their love life proven to work to calm their nerves and make Victor appear to be more human and sympathetic with all the lies and manipulation he crafted as pearls of wisdom. Now, drowsy and still wanting to have a good time with the hot stud they encountered, they invited Victor to their first class room where they will soon realize that it's the biggest mistake of their life, and the last one they will ever make as fully-in-control human