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"I don't like you acting like that, babe," said Emilio at his girlfriend

"Don't call me babe, you're not my boyfriend,"

"Well, but I'm inside him and as far as people concern, I'm him. And we even just showered together, something that you only do with Emilio,"

"You forced me, bastard. If I have another option, I will not agree on this,"

"No, Marie. His stupidity caused all of this. If only he's not a lying prick trying to trick me, things will not go this way. I hate liars," and then he stepped closer "....and I also hate disobedient bitch. You better cooperate next time or I'll make sure your boyfriend's will be auctioned to a fat old man and you will watch everything until he got possessed and then dump you away, of course after he fuck the shit out of you using your beloved boyfriend body,"

She whimpered but she nodded in agreement. Emilio need her now and she is not going to let the love of her life get hurt. But what is this guy up to with Emilio's body and why is he so insisting to neet Emilio's parents?

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Quick - GameBoy

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Quick: GameBoy

Finally! Dad said it was so much easier to live my life, I told him he couldn't stand it in my shoes. And I don't know what happened or what but now I'm in his body! It was like divine luck, I guess our "bet" must have interested some greater force because now my dad's body is all mine.

I feel so big! And my legs are so hairy, my clothes hardly fit, but never mind! I thought I would have to worry about dad's job, about finances and other boring stuff; but I found out that I can take from his vacation or even pay for days off. How cool!

So since the change, the only thing I've been worrying about has been playing video games, listening to music, and lying on the couch looking at my new huge feet. No more annoying homework, no more earrings, or worrying about good grades, now I can squander MY money, feel the power in MY hand, my new SON wanted to put a stop to me, but who does he think he is? I immediately sent him to school to bother somewhere else, this is fantastic!

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Fugitive From Outer Space — Part 2

Read part 1 here.

As the alien possessed Daddy drove us away from my destroyed cabin, I still had the lingering taste of him on my lips. Sucking him had stopped my panic attack, leaving me feeling a bit more relaxed about my current situation. It's amazing the power a big Daddy's cock can have on me.

But I still was scared. Lazul had programmed Jeremy to explode my cabin and himself, which wouldn't look good on me.

I looked at the sexy Daddy driving beside me, his huge, hard cock was still throbbing out of his pants, bouncing slightly with the car bumps. Lazul's tiny arms were hugging the tip as his tiny head was buried inside the slit. He was feeding.

"Do you have access to this vessel's memories?" I asked him. Curious to know more about the innocent man whose body we just stole and cock I just sucked. Lazul pulled his head out of the slit with a wet 'pop' and looked at me with his cute black eyes. The man's empty eyes were still focused on the road ahead as Lazul spoke through him.

"I still don't have any of this vessel's memories. Right now, he's just on autopilot," The man said, winking at me. Lazul's long blue tongue started licking the pre cum that formed at the tip. "The human brain is still a very new thing to me. It's tricky. Complex. Confusing. A complete mess. Right now, I'm only able to remove their free will and convert them into lifeless slaves. If you're curious to know more about this vessel, you can just ask him. I may not have his memories, but he sure still does."

"Ummm... sir, can you tell us your name?"

"My name is Nolan Bennett," He answered with a robotic tone.

"Tell us more about you, Nolan."

"I am a 46-year-old divorced man, father of three daughters. I was heading to work when your alien friend turned me into his puppet..." He kept going, telling me his deepest secrets and life story, and I couldn't help but continue asking him questions.

"Oh shit..." He suddenly cursed. I looked at the road, confused, and gulped when I saw a police officer blocking the road.

His muscular tattooed biceps filled out the navy blue uniform shirt perfectly. He had a sharp jaw, blond short hair, and a muscular body that left me drooling. Nolan slowed the car and pulled over at the cop's request. Lazul quickly crawled back inside Nolan's head.

"Lazul, do you think he's a Tracker?"

"I don't know, there's only one way to find out..."

The officer approached the Nolan's side window and bent down, peering inside. I couldn’t stop staring—he was ridiculously hot.

"License and registration, sir," the officer said firmly.

Nolan glanced at him with a calm blankness. "What is a... License?"

The cop blinked. "Excuse me?" His brows furrowed in confusion.

"He's just joking Officer, my... ummmm, my uncle is a big goofball," I said, forcing a laugh as I grabbed Nolan's License from the glove compartment and handed it to the officer. He checked it, and after seeing everything was in order, he handed the license to Nolan. "Everything is clear. You two have a nice day." Just as the officer was about to walk away, I voice came from his radio.

"Be advised, all units: we have a BOLO on a Hispanic young male, early 20s, approximately 5'6", slim build. Last seen near the Lark Pine Road. Approach with caution, subject is considered armed."

I'm fucked—I thought. The cop looked at me, scanning my face a little too long. There I was, a Hispanic young man, 5'4" with a lean body.

"Sir, I’m going to need both of you to step out of the vehicle. Now." His hand was already reaching for his gun. But before he could even pull it, I saw Lazul already on the officer's shoulder, he zipped straight into his ear. The cop gasped and his body stiffened. His eyes rolled back, and he froze for a second in place, his head twitching slightly. Then he let out a long grunt as his face relaxed into a blank expression.

The newly possessed officer glanced down at his uniformed body, and began flexing his arms. He then looked at me and flexed his thick, muscular bicep.

"This vessel is niiiiiiiiice," Lazul said through the officer’s deep baritone voice, his tone confident and powerful. "Turns out there's no Tracker inside him, he was just a normal human officer doing his job. Having an officer as a puppet will be great for us. He will keep us informed."

I couldn't argue with that. With a cop on our side, at least in a way, our chances of staying hidden just got a lot better. I stepped out of the car and approached the muscular officer slowly, hesitantly. I reached out and caressed his firm, tattooed biceps, then I checked his badge. "Officer Cruz."

Unable to resist, my hand slid to his bulging crotch and I gave it a gentle squeeze. He looked big. He smirked and whispered, "Easy there, we should be careful. Someone might see."

He then walked to Nolan's car. "Nolan, go on with your life. Act the same as the old Nolan would."

"Yes, Master," Nolan answered in a robotic tone. I approached him. I felt like I should say goodbye.

"Thank you for letting us borrow your sexy Daddy body. I'm sorry you're just a lifeless puppet now."

"It was my pleasure, you two take care," Nolan responded with a warm smile and then drove away.

Officer Cruz then put a hand on my back and led me to the patrol car parked just off the road. Inside, I slipped into the passenger seat beside him. He grabbed a mug in the glove compartment. On the mug was written 'American As Fuck'

"What are you doing?"

"I get hungry and weak every time I make a new vessel. I need to recharge my energy," The officer then unbuckled his uniform and pulled out a thick, flaccid cock.

"Do your thing." He asked. I quickly reached out, wrapping my hand around the big shaft and stroking it slowly. The officer's cock twitched in my hand, slowly swelling as I began to stroke it with gentle movements. It grew heavy, pulsing in my palm. I could feel Lazul watching me from behind that dead stare. His vessel responded beautifully, growing inch by inch, until the officer's cock stood thick and hard in my grasp. 8'7 Inches of cop cock.

"Good boy, now milk him," Lazul murmured through the Officer Cruz's deep voice. I leaned down, brushing my lips over the leaking tip, tasting the first drop of precum that had beaded at the slit. I licked slowly, teasing him, dragging my tongue up the thick shaft while my hand kept stroking his musky balls. The cop's muscular body tensed. A low growl rumbled from his chest. Encouraged, I parted my lips and took him in. My mouth stretched around his thick cock as I sank lower, inch by inch, letting him fill my throat. The pressure made my eyes water, but I didn’t stop—I wanted all of him. I started bobbing my head, taking him all the way down my throat.

He put one heavy hand on the back of my head. He didn’t force me, but I could feel the silent command in his touch—keep going. I did. Faster now. Sloppier. My spit coated his cock, dribbling down my chin and pooling in the folds of his unzipped uniform pants.

Outside the car, the world was silent. Inside, it was just the wet sounds of my sucking, his baritone moans, and the radio still making static-filled warnings of danger that didn’t matter anymore. I then felt his cock throb hard against my tongue.

"He's getting close," Lazul grunted, his thick biceps flexing. I looked up at him as I sucked harder, loving the way his lifeless eyes stared forward. He was perfect. A hot, dominant cop now reduced to a brainless puppet.

With a deep moan, the cop gently pulled my head away from his cock and stroked his cock at a fast pace as he aimed it at the mug he was holding. In seconds, thick spurts of hot cum sprayed in the mug, filling it by half. I was always impressed at how Lazul was able to make his vessels cum such a large amount.

The officer then started taking long gulps of his cum as if he spent the last three days without drinking water.

Finally, he eased back, panting softly as he put the empty mug on the panel, "So fucking tasty! But that's not enough. I converted two vessels today, I need more cum to fully recover my energy." He handed me the empty mug, but I refused to grab it.

"If you want my cum, you will have to earn it," I said with a smirk.

"Fine, let's go somewhere more private." He put the car into gear and drove us deep into the forest, off the main road, onto a narrow trail only a local would know.

The moment we reached a clearing, Lazul turned off the engine. The place was surrounded by trees. Isolated and safe. Officer Cruz and I stepped out of the car. I didn’t say a word and just took off my pants and climbed onto the hood of the cruiser, lying back and lifting my legs, offering my ass to the studly officer. Behind me, Cruz's cock was already hard out of his fly, pulsing, leaking—Lazul clearly was loving every second of possessing such a perfect male specimen. Officer Cruz moved over me, his shadow cast over my body, his hands gripping my thighs hard, pushing them apart.

And then, he fucked me.

It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t sweet. It was rough and primal. After weeks of living with me, I taught Lazul exactly how I liked to get fucked. He thrusted with the strength of a beast, hips slamming into mine, muscles flexing with every motion.

I moaned, my fingers digging into the cop's ass.

The patrol car rocked slightly with each push. Cruz’s face hovered over mine, grunting, growling like a savage animal. His sweat dripped all over my face. The feeling of being taken, claimed, by this straight, tatted-up cop controlled by my alien friend—it was everything I've ever wanted.

Officer Cruz raised both his arms and struck a cocky double biceps pose. I love the view I had of him flexing his powerful arms as he plowed my ass.

"Ahh—fuck, this body feels so good—mmh—look at these guns!" He said, smiling down at me and winking. Lazul knew how to push my buttons.

"Nngh—fuck, Remy... I want your cum so bad—ahh—give it to me!" He grabbed my waist and started fucking me harder.

"I’m... close," I gasped.

Officer Cruz stopped abruptly. He pulled his cock out of my ass, sending me even closer to an orgasm. He dropped to his knees as I was five seconds from cumming. The officer’s strong hands wrapped around my thighs and his mouth wrapped around my cock. His mouth was warm, eager, hungry. I filled his mouth with my cum, and he sucked, devoured, drank every drop as I cried out, overwhelmed by my sensitive cock. Lazul moaned through Cruz’s throat, savoring every taste like it was his last meal.

When it was over, Cruz wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at me.

"You taste even better when you make me work for it," he said with a wicked smirk.

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We were back on the road in the police car.

"It will get dark soon. We need to find a place to stay the night," Lazul said.

"Can't we stay with Officer Cruz?"

"Officer Cruz needs to go back to his duty, his absence will draw unwanted attention."

"You're right. We should stop at one of those cheap roadside motels then. Lay low for a night or two. We both need the break."

He said nothing, but turned off the main highway at the next exit. We found a small motel on the side of the road. Old neon sign. It looked like it hadn’t been updated since the '80s, but it would do.

Lazul jumped out of Officer Cruz's mouth and into my hand. I leaned in and kissed his parted lips before I stepped out of the patrol car, and he drove away to resume his job. Leaving us at the hotel's parking lot.

"Shit. I just remembered I didn’t bring my ID. And I’m guessing alien fugitives don’t have a passport. How are we going to book a room?"

And that’s when another car pulled in the parking lot. Big black truck. The door opened, and out stepped a tall man that made my jaw drop. He was hot as hell.

He had a mustache, a sleeveless racing tee displaying his muscular arms, a cigar between his lips, and sunglasses. Cowboy boots, worn jeans hugging strong legs. He was totally an alpha redneck. Fuck... and he caught me staring.

"What are you staring at, faggot?" he spat in a deep, threatening voice.

Before meeting Lazul, I would have apologized to the homophobic asshole and walked home to avoid further problems, where I would have pitted myself the entire day. Not anymore. I looked down at Lazul sitting in my palm. We both smirked.

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The homophobic redneck slammed his ID down on the motel’s front desk. My arm was wrapped around his muscular biceps like I was his clinging boyfriend.

"One room for two nights," he grunted to the bored desk clerk, voice pure baritone.

A bored old man manned the front desk. He barely looked up from his phone as we checked in under our new puppet's name and credit card. I took his ID, and I looked at the hunk's name. "Wade Harlan. 28 years old."

I entered the hotel room. It was small, stuffy, but it had a bed. A private bathroom. A locking door and a TV... it was everything I needed right now.

I collapsed onto the mattress with a long sigh, finally letting myself breathe after the crazy day I just had. And to think my life had turned upside down so quickly just because I housed a fugitive alien... I started to wonder, would I have done differently?

The last weeks that I spent with Lazul in Jeremy's body were the best weeks I've ever had in my life. I don't think I ever felt alone during that time. Do I really care that much to go back to my old, boring, and lonely life? Maybe I don't...

Just then, Lazul closed the door behind him and slowly pulled his tee off, and then his jeans, leaving his muscular body in only black boxers.

He walked toward me and lay on the bed beside me. The bed creaked with the added weight. He then pulled me close, wrapping his muscular arms around me in a tight embrace as I lay on top of him. His body was warm and soft, his embrace comforting me like anything else could at that moment. Our lips met in a deep, passionate, hungry kiss.

I teased his nipples, pinching and rubbing them gently as we kissed, feeling his cock begin to swell inside his boxers. This vessel was very well hung, maybe even bigger than Jeremy, the Daddy, or the cop.

We stopped kissing, and he caressed my face with the back of his hand. I felt the cold of his Rolex watch against my skin.

"You know, Remy. I've taken over countless species, but none are as pleasurable as the human kind. You guys know how to have fun... and it feels fucking amazing!" He gave his bulge a squeeze and moaned.

"Other species?"

"Yes. For example, there was a planet where its inhabitants were very similar to your kind. Only they had blue skin, and the males had two huge cocks. You would have loved them."

"Where is this planet? I need to go there right now!"

We both chuckled. After a few seconds in silence, I spoke. "Is that why they're looking for you? Because you turned lots of aliens into your puppets?"

"We can talk about that later. Don't you want to see this vessel's cock?"

"That's not going to work this time, Lazul. Why are you trying to hide things from me? We're in this together, aren't we?"

He sighed. "Yes, we are… but let me enlighten you. My species is the rarest in the galaxy—perhaps the universe. We're known as Lazurians, and we alone possess the innate ability to completely take over other beings without the use of technology. We kill our vessels and control their bodies, but what really makes us so rare is that we're also able to turn our vessels into our slave zombies once we leave them. For eons, we were feared as silent invaders, capable of reducing entire civilizations to obedient husks. Whole worlds fell under our will, their inhabitants becoming nothing more than our puppets."

I sat up on top of him, surprised that he was finally opening up. In the past few weeks we've spent in the cabin, he had never spoken about his past to me... the only thing he told me about his species is that they lick themselves clean.

"We were hunted for it by every other species, and the intergalactic council sent an alien species known as trackers to exterminate every Lazurian they could find, like we were a plague. Planets that were taken over by my kind were blown into dust by the planet obliterator..." He stopped talking, I could see sadness in his vessel's eyes, like he was remembering painful memories. "I'm the last one of my kind left... as far as I know. I've been on the run ever since they started hunting us, until I was captured by a tracker. Luckily, the spaceship that was transporting me to my execution, crashed on a beautiful blue planet with many sexy humans to turn into vessels," He smirked at me, "And a scrawny gay human that loves cock more than anything."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You must feel scared and lonely." I gently placed a hand on his chest.

"Not when I'm with you."

I blushed at hearing such kind words coming from the mouth of a redneck who just called me a slur a few minutes ago. I leaned forward and latched onto one of his pink nipples, sucking hard while squeezing the other with my hand.

"Well I'll be damned—ya really like suckin’ on another fella’s tits, don’t ya, boy? Ain’t nobody ever done none of this queer stuff with me before." he moaned. His tone of voice was more dominant now and with the original vessel's country accent, meaning Lazul had put Wade on autopilot.

I bit gently, flicked my tongue rapidly across the sensitive bud, feeling his cock throbbing hard inside his boxers. I then lifted both his arms and started sniffing his armpits, it was ripe and musky.

"This here’s what a real man smells like… go on, lick it, boy."

I lost myself in his armpits as I humped his bulge with my own. I then crawled down between his thick, spread legs, and my hands quickly reached for the waistband. I teasingly pulled down until his cock sprang free. His dick was long, thick, and veiny—8'6 Inches. With the head of the color of his nipples. I leaned down and started to suck him, my lips closed around the head as my eyes locked on his moaning face. Lazul is clearly enjoying himself. And it makes me impossibly hard.

But as much as I love sucking off Lazul's vessels, Wade made me quite mad by calling me a slur. So I had no desire to ride his huge cock—I wanted to ride his ass.

I kneeled between his legs and he spread them easily, offering me his straight virgin ass. His boots were still on. I hooked my arms under his thick, muscular legs and lifted them over my shoulders. His heavy cock throbbed, still slick with my spit. His pecs flexed as he adjusted his arms behind his head, watching me with a cocky grin, like the unapologetic alpha he was.

"Well what’re ya waitin’ for, boy? Don’t ya wanna fuck a real man’s tight virgin ass?"

My hands roamed over his exposed muscular ass. I spread his cheeks apart and saw his tight straight hole winking at me. I undressed completely and lined my cock to his hole. With a single, powerful thrust, I drove into him, burying myself to the hilt. Wade’s moan was deep, guttural—a sound torn from his chest that made me even harder. His tightness was exquisite, his muscles flexed as he clenched his hole around my shaft... I began to move, thrusting hard and fast, each stroke driving another moan from his throat. That cocky smirk started to twist into something wrecked and submissive.

I started to sweat as I gripped his thick hips, slamming into him with relentless force. Wade's body bucked with every thrust, his eyes rolled back and his mouth went agape. Then Lazul emerged. His tiny alien head slipped from Wade's open mouth, and he crawled down his muscular torso toward Wade's leaking cock.

Wade moaned again, louder this time, his deep voice warbling with pleasure as Lazul climbed his shaft, coiling lovingly around it as Wade's cock throbbed violently.

"I'm... gonna cum," Wade gasped.

With one final thrust from me and Lazul's presence wrapped around his shaft, he was at the brink of an orgasm. Before he exploded, Lazul stuck his tiny head into the slit just as Wade was spurting thick ropes of cum. Lazul was gulping every drop. I would always find it impressive how Lazul can consume such a large amount of cum without growing in size. He had explained before that the cum is immediately converted into energy as soon as it enters his body. Alien biology is fascinating, I thought.

Wade's eyes fluttered, mouth open in ecstasy.

But I wasn't done yet. I fucked him harder, faster. Sweat poured down my body as I used this vessel with every ounce of need and fury I had. My balls slapped against his ass with each thrust, and I could feel myself getting closer. I let out a cry as I came, burying myself deep and pumping him full with pulse after pulse of hot cum. I fell on top of him with my face resting on his pecs, for a long moment, I stayed there, panting, still buried inside him.

I pulled out of him, breathless and spent. Lazul crawled out of his cock and crawled inside the leaking hole. It was funny to watch Lazul's tiny legs kicking and disappearing inside the hunk.

"Hmmmm.... delicious... So tasty and creamy..." Wade muttered Lazul's words mindlessly. I fell asleep while cuddling him.

Answering my question from before. Do I regret helping a fugitive alien? Absolutely not!

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"Don't worry, your little brother is fine"...

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The Great Shift ~ Superhero Origin Story

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Shapeshift

Target acquired. I focused intensely on every aspect of his body. His muscular frame. His cinnamon skin. His fresh outfit. If I was going to become him, I couldn’t afford to miss any detail. Ever since I’ve honed my Shapeshifting abilities, I find that there is a different man I want to become daily. When I saw this fit Latino man at the muscle Beach I knew this was going to be my newest form.

I think I’m pretty spot on. I am him from his Air Force ones to his gold chains. Although I forgot his shirt. But with a body like this, why hide it?

I waited until he left the beach before I assumed the position he was sitting in. It’s like he never left.

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There he was, my highschool crush all mine and maluable. I still couldn't believe it, even after that creature basically lived with me for weeks as my dad...

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Power and Authority

(Original story posted August 6th 2023) This story has been mildly Updated

Written for @authoroffantasies

This is my one and only story that uses AI images. I did it as an experiment back in the day as part of a story trade with AuthorOfFantasies. I love the story itself and though I don’t hate the fact that I used AI images for it, I likely won’t be using them for future stories going forward. Besides the many issues that surround AI generation itself when it comes to images and videos etc, I just don’t think it’s my style. I’ll be sticking to real images for models. I’ve replaced one of the two AI images simply because I found a real one that I thought looked better but I kept the other. That said, even if you’re not a fan of AI which I wouldn’t blame you for, I’d still suggest giving this story a chance if themes such as power play, role reversal and age progression are your thing - Wavell

Jason sighed as he lent back in his office chair. He couldn’t help looking at the work he’d done with a feeling of dissatisfaction and pointlessness. Like it wouldn’t matter if he completed the task he was given with exceptional speed and quality or if his work was average at best. It didn’t feel as though it made a difference anymore as no matter what he did, he never seemed to go anywhere. No matter how well he worked or how much he contributed, he never seemed to move up the ranks. Was it because he hadn’t done something so groundbreaking that it shook the foundation of the workplace? Was it because he didn’t work ridiculous overtime at the office? Was it because he simply looked like your average Joe and not one of those stupidly hot guys he’d seen getting promotions who looked as though they’d been ripped right out of a modelling magazine? Or was it all of the above?…

All his life Jason believed that if he just worked hard at his job then he’d slowly rise up the ranks and eventually would even gain some notoriety and authority around the place. As someone who’d always been forced to follow the commands of others, it’d always been a deep seated desire for Jason that one day he would gain that kind of power. The kind of power that would demand attention and respect from all his subordinates who would do anything he asked without question. The kind of power that would have people looking up at him as a shining symbol of success. The kind of power that would no doubt make him filthy rich with his employees throwing themselves at his feet and begging for just a small slice of his success up at the top.

He shook his head. Perhaps he was dreaming too big. Right now, a life like that felt like nothing more than a fantasy to him. He’d worked his ass off for years now and all it’d gotten him was a slightly above average paying job. Now he was in his thirties with a bit of a belly starting to form and it didn’t seem as though he’d be going anywhere fast. If he was lucky he’d maybe get another half decent promotion by the time he was forty…

Jason turned his head to look at a portrait across the office. It hung on the wall near the entrance to this floor of the building in a massive frame that was impossible to miss. Of course the dashing gentleman being displayed was none other than the big man himself. The CEO of the company who naturally stood at the pinnacle of the pyramid that Jason had once longed to ascend. He was an older man with a distinguished look that radiated confidence and authority. His silver hair was perfectly styled and matched with a thick well groomed beard that framed his face, both of which looked equally as immaculate in person. And then there were those eyes. Such a bright and dazzling blue colour that made it feel as though he could see right into your soul. To top it all off the portrait itself perfectly captured his stern expression, one which he wore almost exclusively. And below the portrait, the frame read ‘Robert Jefferson’. That was him. The big boss of it all around here.

As he was rather low in the rankings Jason had hardly ever seen Mr Jefferson in person but he knew from the few times he had seen the man, big boss was certainly the best way to describe him in more ways than one. Not only was he the top man around here but he was also known for being a rather portly man as well. Being the CEO of the company meant Mr Jefferson was a very busy man, usually sat in his luxurious office doing paperwork meaning he didn’t get a whole lot of free time and it showed. He’d gone up many suit sizes over the years as the big man himself got only even bigger, packing on the pounds with how much time he spent sitting in his office. Despite that his growing size didn’t do a thing to knock the man’s confidence, if anything it boosted it! Mr Jefferson had always been on the slightly shorter end of the scale height wise so getting a little wider and fatter in a way gave him that extra size he needed to make up for it. And slowly but surely a pronounced belly would start to form which would soon become impossible to miss as it continued to stretch out his shirts and waistcoats no matter how many times he went up a size. He even stopped bothering to do up the buttons on his suit jacket after a while. A suit jacket that of course would almost always match whatever tight pair of suit pants he was wearing, no doubt clinging to his thick legs and fat butt. Not to mention those always shining Italian leather dress shoes he wore with style. Lord only knows how many pairs like that he owned.

On the few occasions Jason had seen the man in person, he’d had mixed feelings. On one hand he was practically green with envy. Jefferson had literally everything Jason ever wanted. Power, status, authority, respect, money… the list goes on. That man was living the dream! It was infuriating! Yet at the same time he couldn’t bring himself to be truly angry about it because he kinda had a thing for big ol Robert Jefferson at the same time. Jason had always thought larger, well dressed men of a mature age were extremely attractive. The fact that Robert embodied everything Jason desired only made him seem hotter. He was practically Jason’s walking wet dream at this point!

The average looking 30 year old found himself groping his bulge through his pants as he continued to stare at the portrait of his boss from across the room. He couldn’t help silently wishing he could’ve had all that. Maybe in another world, another lifetime, that could’ve been him. All the way at the top of the food chain.

“He seems like a rather excellent man doesn’t he?” A sudden voice said from behind.

“W-what!? I wasn’t-I was just-…” Jason scrambled for words as he feared he’d just been caught touching himself inappropriately while staring at a picture of the CEO. Spinning around in his chair he found himself face to face with yet another admittedly very handsome man. One that seemed to be a fair bit older than himself judging by the salt and pepper hair. Though looking at his attire he didn’t look as though he worked here? His clothes were fancy for sure but nothing he’d seen anyone around the office wear…

“Don’t worry. I’m not here to report you.” The man reassured, smiling confidently. “I can certainly see how a man like that would ignite a little something in you… I’d bet you’ve pleasured yourself to the idea of him quite a few times haven't you.” It wasn’t even a question. It was as if this man knew that what he was saying was a fact. “Hey there’s no need to feel shy. I get it. A handsome powerful man like that? I’m sure there’s many others working in this office that feel the exact same as you, whether they’d admit it or not.” He claimed. “I’m Christopher Wavell by the way. But you can just call me Wavell. Most people do.” He outstretched a friendly hand towards Jason.

With a moment of hesitation and uncertainty, Jason cautiously took the mysterious man’s hand. “I’m… Jason.”

Wavell gave Jason’s hand a hearty shake. “It’s nice to meet you Jason.” He said kindly. As he held Jason’s hand, Wavell made sure to pump his persuasive magical aura into the air around them. “Now, if I may ask, could you tell me what it is exactly about Mr Jefferson that pulls you towards him?”

“I’m jealous.” It was that simple. “He has everything I’ve ever dreamed of having. Being the head of a huge company. Having so much authority over the people around him. Owning a huge house and a fancy car. Owning all those incredible suits. I bet he’s got a near endless supply of money. And he’s just… so fucking hot…” Jason’s crotch bulged a little once again as he listed off all those things. “I just wish I could’ve had a life like that… but I guess not everyone is that lucky.” He sighed.

“You’re right. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a life like that. If everyone were rich and powerful then nobody would be. We can’t all be the 1% because then it wouldn't be the 1% anymore. No doubt that’s part of the reason they’re so greedy with their money. Hoarding it for themselves so they can remain special. Separating themselves from the average Joe like you.” Wavell rattled off while glancing at the portrait.

Jason shrugged as he leaned back into his seat a little. “Yeah… you’re probably right.” He agreed, not sure as to why he felt so comfortable around this handsome stranger all of a sudden. “Still though, it would've been pretty awesome to have been lucky enough to have all that he has.”

There was a small glimmer in Wavell’s eyes as he looked back down at Jason. “Well. What if I told you that I had the power to turn you into one of those lucky few.”

Jason looked up to meet Wavell’s gaze, his own eyes full of confusion. “W-what do you mean? How?”

The mysterious stranger didn’t answer. Instead he simply placed a hand on Jason’s head. Before Jason could even ask what Wavell was doing, a surge of powerful energy rushed through his body. Suddenly Jason found himself imbued with an incredible power he couldn’t even comprehend.

“What the hell was that!? What did you do!!?” Jason shouted, almost falling off his chair in shock.

“I granted you a tiny bit of my power. More precisely I’ve placed a spell on your body that’ll allow you to steal the life and physical form of anyone who’s shoes you wear. However it’s a one time only spell so I suggest you choose carefully.” Wavell explained though he already had a hunch on who he expected Jason to go for.

Of course to Jason this sounded like crazy talk. There was no way something like that was possible right? Yet for some reason, there was something about this Wavell guy that just made him feel so trustworthy. “But… How the hell am I supposed to steal the shoes of someone I want to be? I can’t break into someone’s home and I don’t think I’ll get very far trying to pull them off someone’s feet.” He pondered. “Unless I can find someone’s spare shoes lying around?… but who?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve already got you covered.” Wavell reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked to be a necklace with a gorgeous looking pendant that hung from its golden chain. The pendant was only small but it shone with a bright beautiful violet light that immediately caught Jason’s eye. “This right here is infused with a fraction of my own power. Wearing it won’t allow you to do all the same things I do however it will grant you an ability that I naturally possess. As long as you have the pendant hanging around your neck, everyone around you will find themselves bending to your will. Forced to do exactly as you say no matter how they feel about you. They’ll agree to do anything. No ifs, ands or buts. They just won’t be able to help it. Sort of like how you’re acting right now.” Wavell graciously offered the necklace forward. “Here. Take it.”

Jason hesitantly reached out and took the necklace, looking down at it with awe. Was it really legit? What Wavell had said wasn’t exactly wrong. For some reason he’d found himself just agreeing and going along with everything Wavell told him. Could this necklace really have that much power?

“Now seeing as we both already have a pretty good idea as to who you wanna be, how about we take a little trip to the top floor? What do you say?” Wavell smirked.

Jason gulped before pulling the necklace over his head and allowing the pendant to rest softly on his chest. Ordinarily this would sound like an insane idea but being with Wavell made him feel like this could actually work! He glanced over at the portrait of Robert Jefferson again before clutching the pendant tight. “Yeah. To the top floor.” He said with determination.

———

The building itself had a total of 51 floors. Jason usually worked on the 4th floor which already tells you all you need to know about his position in the company. To get to his target however, he’d need to ascend all the way up to the 51st floor. A task which would usually be impossible for a nobody like Jason. With help from Wavell however, getting to the top shouldn’t be an issue.

There were multiple elevators in the building but there was only one that went all the way up to the top floor. However that elevator had some heavy security that would normally be impossible to get past unless you had express permission from the big man himself. But with a little magic now on his side, that wasn’t going to stop Jason.

If you weren’t logged into the system as someone with a fingerprint ID, the only way to access the main elevator was with a temporary pass which would be impossible for Jason to get under normal circumstances. But today wasn’t a normal day. Jason made his way downstairs with Wavell following curiously behind him until they reached the front desk. Once there he simply told the receptionist that he had a very important appointment with Mr Jefferson and that she needed to fetch him a pass right away. The pendant shined as he asked and surprisingly enough she did exactly what he requested with no questions asked. She went into the back for a moment before re-emerging moments later with an elevator pass in hand. Jason thanked her, trying to keep his excitement hidden as he realised everything Wavell told him was undeniably true! Before long both Jason and Wavell found themselves standing in the ornate elevator together, smiling deviously at each other as the doors closed.

“Wait… I just realised something.” Jason turned to Wavell after pressing the floor 51 button. “If you have the same powers as this necklace then why did you give it to me in the first place? Couldn’t you have just gotten us to the top floor?”

Wavell chuckled a little. “Of course. But once this is all done and finished I’m not gonna be by your side anymore. Not for long anyway. But with that necklace you won’t need me to be. You’ll be able to effortlessly assert your dominance over anyone you please all by yourself.” He said, giving Jason a pat on the shoulder.

“Hold on. You mean I get to keep this thing? Forever??” Jason reached down and grabbed the pendant hanging around his neck, thinking of all the potential he had with this thing

“Of course. A gift from me to you.”

Jason’s excitement shot even higher now as he watched the elevator numbers go up. He was just an average dude up until this morning. Was meeting with this magical stranger like a way of the universe rewarding him for all of his hard work over the years? Either way he couldn't help being thankful beyond words as finally the elevator rang, reaching the 51st floor.

Immediately the two were met by a pair of bodyguards who were quick to ask why they wanted to see Mr Jefferson. Jason smirked as he looked the two men up and down. Both were extremely tall and practically bursting out of their suits with muscle. One was bald with an almost Viking-like beard that was thick and imposing while also well maintained. The other had short ginger hair with stubble that coated his sharp jawline. Needless to say, both guards were absolute hunks. For a moment Jason thought about the power Wavell had given to him. He could use the Pendant and force one of these men to give him their shoes instead. He could become a massive muscle stud with a very high paying job as a sexy bodyguard… but even then he wouldn’t be at the top.

“Move aside gentlemen. Your new boss is coming through.” Jason stated confidently, now knowing for sure that his little gift really does work.

“Y-yes sir?” Both guards say in unison, confused as to why they were obeying this random nobody, before stepping aside. And just like that they allowed Jason and Wavell to pass without any resistance.

The pair walked directly through the lobby of the 51st floor and straight up to huge embellished double doors at the far end. Doors Jason had never imagined he’d get the privilege to stand before. And yet here he was. Ready to take exactly what he was owed. With a deep breath and a reassuring look from Wavell, Jason grabbed one of the fancy handles and opened the door.

What he saw was an office that was nothing short of magnificent. It was massive for a start, seeing as it took up over half of the floor. It had a completely different vibe to the rest of the building with expensive wood panelled walls which were lined with all sorts of paintings. One of which was of Mr Jefferson himself. Along with them there were also plenty of certificate plaques hung around to show off the bosses many achievements. Not to mention the shelves worth of trophies and antiques. To add some extra green into the room, there were also a few plants scattered around, looking very well kept. The floor was made of a similar wood to walls that would make the most satisfying tapping sound if you were to walk across it in dress shoes. That is unless you were to step on the fur carpet to the left side of the room which housed a glass coffee table and two black leather couches that curved around it. It felt more like a penthouse than an office!

“Oi!” A deep rumbling voice came from across the office. “Who are you? I don’t have any appointments today. Who let you two in here!” Of course it was none other than Robert Jefferson himself, who sat behind his giant mahogany desk with a scowl on his face after the sudden intrusion. Jason couldn’t help but notice the massive full wall window behind Mr Jefferson as it let in a wave of natural light while also giving a beautiful view of the bustling city below.

“We let ourselves in sir.” Jason replied in a somewhat snide tone. “Because this office along with this entire company is about to belong to me.” He added confidently, taking a few steps closer to the desk across the room.

For a moment Mr Jefferson sat frozen in a mix of confusion and bewilderment at the statement this random employee at his company had just made. That is until he burst out laughing! “Okay okay… I have no idea how you managed to get up here but that was a funny joke.” He was practically wheezing at the very sudden and bold claim. It was almost strange. Whether it be in person or online, Jason had never seen Mr Jefferson laugh beyond just a small chuckle. “But in all seriousness I have work to do. Now if you wouldn’t mind, kindly leave my office so I may continue to work in peace.” He asked as his expression gradually returned to its usual stern look.

“Sorry sir but I’m not going anywhere.” Jason stated. “You on the other hand are going get your ass up off my chair and march your way over here for me.” Such a statement that under normal circumstances would almost certainly get him fired but Jason had faith in his new friend as the pendant subtly glowed once again…

Of course Jefferson’s first thought was to call security to get these two clowns out of his sight but instead of reaching for the security buzzer, he instead found himself pushing back his chair and getting up off his ass just as Jason had told him to. He had no idea why he was doing it but the next thing he knew, Jefferson was walking around his desk before making his way over towards the two men. “What?… why did I…” The cogs in his brain slowly turned as he stood at attention before Jason, puzzled as to why he’d actually done what this random nobody had told him to do.

“Good job sir. Already learning your place.” Jason was definitely letting this new ability go to his head a bit. The once big and scary CEO now stood helplessly before him. Jason couldn’t help imagining all the hot and embarrassing things he could get the big boss to do. So he just said one of the first things that came to mind. “Do a dance for me.” He ordered with a mischievous smirk.

Ordinarily Mr Jefferson would’ve been outraged at such a request being made in his own office. And yet as soon as the order was issued, the CEO began dancing around his office in a hilarious display. Jumping and twirling around in his expensive suit while showing how surprisingly well his portly body can move as his thick belly jiggled against his fitted dress shirt. It was a sight Jason could never have imagined he’d get to see from the manly boss he’d always admired. He made sure to enjoy every second of seeing his boss embarrass himself. If he wasn’t planning on stealing all that for himself, he might’ve taken a video of it to post on social media.

As much as he loved seeing Mr Jefferson dancing helplessly with a horrified expression on his face, Jason thought of something even better. Something that the powerful CEO would never have been caught doing in a million years. Something that Jason had personally fantasised about many times in the past. “Now get back over here and twerk for me.” He demanded without hesitation causing Wavell to raise an eyebrow in amusement.

In an instant Jefferson stopped his little dance performance before marching back over towards Jason and turning around. He bent down slightly and arched his back before pulling up his suit jacket a little and what Jason saw blew him away. He watched with wide eyes as his boss began shaking his huge ass. To see that the older man was capable of throwing it back like that forced Jason’s already semi-hard cock up to full mast in seconds until it was pulsing in his trousers. Wavell, who’d since gotten himself settled on one of the black couches, couldn’t help snickering a little as he watched the hit scene before him play out.

“God… I can’t wait for that ass to be mine.” Jason mumbled before winding up and giving Jefferson’s ass a hearty smack! A smack so hard and firm that it caused the boss’ thick ass to jiggle with a recoil that made Jason’s mouth water.

“W-whoa… What the FUCK AM I DOING!?” Mr Jefferson roared as the smacking of his sizable rear must’ve brought him back to reality somewhat. “I don't know what’s going on but you two need to get the fuck out of my office! NOW!” He demanded, his face having gone beet red at the realisation of what he’d just been doing for these men.

Jason only laughed at the rich older man’s demands, frustrating Jefferson even further. However before the CEO had a chance to say anything more, Jason made his own demand. “Yeah we’re not going anywhere so instead how about you just do as I say and take off those nice shiny expensive shoes for me.” The words rang through Jefferson’s mind. Even if he didn’t want to obey this man, his body just couldn’t help itself. Before he knew it he was bending down past his large stomach and untying his laces before slipping out of his fancy dress shoes. Jason did the same, taking off his cheap work shoes and picking them up.

“Now. Give me those lovely looking shoes and I’ll give you mine.” Jason grinned.

Jefferson, as expected, did as he was told and offered his shoes to Jason who was quick to snatch them up before shoving his old ones into the boss’ hands. He looked down at the pristine leather oxfords with an almost maniacal expression on his face before glancing over at Wavell. The wizard gave him an affirmative nod. This was it. All of his wishes were about to become a reality.

“Now. I want you to put on my shoes while I slip into yours. After that, if what my friend says is true, then something truly magical is going to happen.” The thrill of what was to come was written all over Jason’s face as he spoke those words, watching as once again Jefferson followed his order and began pulling on the cheap shoes. Then, after a deep breath, Jason bent down and began putting on his boss’ shoes, sliding his feet inside them and immediately feeling the difference in the luxury material. From soft, inviting soles to the snug Italian leather that would no doubt fit even more perfectly in a few moments. He made sure to tie the laces back up again before standing back up straight. He looked over at Mr Jefferson. Eyes scanning over every inch of his thick mature body under that suit while wearing a mismatched pair of cheap office shoes. “All mine…” he murmured to himself.

There was a short moment of silence before a gust of magical energy crackled to life around them. Waves of pure magic flowing through the air, creating a glowing purple vortex around their bodies that slowly began to lift both Jason and Mr Jefferson up off the ground until they were helplessly floating before one another.

“What’s… happening!?” Jefferson is just about able to say through the chaos with fear in his eyes. The insanity of it all having broken his trance slightly once again.

Jason was quick to respond. “I’m taking everything I deserve! Everything you have. Everything you are. It’s all gonna be mine!!!” He shouted back in an almost crazed manner just as the spell began to do its work…

Both men let out startled grunts as their feet began to change first, likely as a result of their shoes being the catalyst. They began to reshape to fit their new footwear until Jason’s feet now fit perfectly inside his boss’ expensive shoes as though they were always meant for him. Simultaneously Jason’s hands grew thicker and more weathered too, showing decades worth of hard work sitting behind a desk. Looking over he could see that Jefferson’s hands had shrunk down to what his hands used to be. It really was happening.

After that Jason could feel the magic flowing over his arms and legs. Transformative energy coursing through his veins and swiftly taking action. His legs shortened slightly, reducing Jason’s height down to about 5’10. Despite that however, his legs quickly began to chub out with fat and a tiny bit of muscle, particularly around his thighs, causing his jeans to become rather ill-fitting. However, as his shorter legs plumped themselves up, his jeans started to undergo a transformation of their own. Starting at the bottom they began reforming into a very familiar pair of grey suit pants more befitting of the fancy shoes Jason had taken. They were becoming Jefferson’s suit pants! And while all this was happening, Jason’s arms received a similar treatment. They too became slightly shorter but made up for it by packing on some extra fat as well that strained against his shirt at first. That is until the sleeves of his cheap white shirt began morphing into that of a much more luxurious dress shirt. Even the sleeves of a suit jacket began to materialise over them at the same time.

Looking up again Jason saw how the opposite had been happening to his boss. Jefferson’s arms and legs had gotten longer and leaner while his overpriced suit was gradually morphing into the average office attire Jason had been wearing.

“Yesss moreee! Give me more!! Make me Robert Jefferson!!” Jason shouted greedily.

At last Jefferson started to realise what was happening to them both and the horror of it hit him like a train. “No! Stop!! You can’t do this! Please!… Urghhhh…” The CEO grunted as he felt a strange rumbling in his stomach only to look down and see that it was… shrinking?

Immediately Jason’s new hands flew to his own stomach as he felt the same rumbling sensation. Then out of nowhere he let out a satisfying groan as his small midsection began to inflate. Years of nothing but sitting on his ass doing paper work and business meetings while gorging himself on fancy meals everyday were piling themselves onto Jason’s body. Fattening him up at a rapid rate causing his belly to expand like a balloon. Growing thicker and fatter by the second. Jason couldn’t help letting out a long loud burp as the fat began spreading itself out, causing his chest to wobble and grow two big bearish man tits. The only way Jason could explain it was like he was suddenly being stuffed full of all kinds of fatty delicious foods that were instantly processed to make him bigger. As if every ounce of fat from Jefferson’s body was being transfered over to him! Even his face started feeling chubbier and he loved it! All the while his hips and waist being forced to widen along with his ever growing belly. All the while letting occasional burps and belches as he grew.

One would think that, with all that extreme weight gain, Jason’s clothes would’ve been ripped apart but in reality they’d done a good job keeping up with their own transformations. His new shirt having increased many many sizes to accommodate his growth while the grey suit jacket had now fully formed around him. Not to mention a fitted blue waistcoat had also wrapped itself around Jason’s stomach underneath the jacket along with a baby blue tie materialising around his neck to finish off the look. Not stopping until Jason found himself wearing the exact same fancy suit Jefferson had been wearing up until moments ago.

Speaking of Jefferson, he was now looking rather lean compared to before. His jacket, waistcoat and tie having disappeared completely in favour of a simple white shirt and nothing more. Not only that but he was starting to look much younger than he did before. The age transference had clearly begun. Jefferson was slowly starting to regress back through his many years of life while Jason began to grow older and more mature.

Jason didn’t take much notice of his age yet. He was far too busy rubbing his giant belly through the waistcoat that held it in place as its expansion finally came to end. Leaving him with a massive gut that would lead most to believe he was quite the glutton. Some would be self conscious about having such a big belly but Jason relished in it, loving how large it made him feel. But the spell was far from over as Jason let out another grunt, feeling even more fat packing itself on in a different area. His ass. Without warning Jason’s once modest ass started inflating just like the rest of him had. His butt shook a little as it grew into two massive heavy globes that would jiggle with every step he took just like his new belly. And of course as it grew, his new suit pants finally completed their transformation up his legs and over his butt, leaving him with a gorgeous pair of fitted suit pants that hugged his fat new ass nice and tight.

By this point Jason was looking a hell of a lot more like Mr Jefferson than well… Mr Jefferson! The latter of whom looked both bewildered and terrified by the transformation taking place. Good news is, for Jason anyway, the switch was nearing its end. There were only a few things left un-transferred at this point but it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

Jefferson’s face filled with even greater despair as Jason’s eyes lit up with more excitement than before. They could both feel exactly where the magic was moving next. Their groins. And it didn’t take long for the warm feeling of transferal to begin down there. Right away Jason found that all of his assumptions about Jefferson’s dick size were absolutely correct. He felt his stiff but average dick starting to thicken just like the rest of him had. Gaining plenty of extra length that pushed him up to about 8 or 9 inches while also packing on some extreme girth that was creating an even more noticeable bulge in his expensive new suit pants. And to top it all off, his bulge grew even bigger when his nuts swelled into giant bull balls, hanging lower and brimming with cum! All while a brown belt materialised and wrapped itself tightly around Jason’s waist to secure his larger dress pants in place. No wonder Jefferson was always so confident with a cock and balls like these swinging between his legs!

Meanwhile Jefferson’s had of course shrunk down to much more modest size. A size that felt tiny to him after having lived his whole life with a monster in his pants. A monster that Jason now owned. But he had no time to cry about that because final change was already on its way!

Due to the aging of his body, Jason’s face had already changed a little. Gaining a few wrinkles along with plenty of silver hair. Despite that he still looked like himself just with some extra chub. But that was about to change as his facial features began twisting and contorting. One would think it’d be painful be really it felt more like his head was cramping in a way. The bone structure of his face reorganised itself to shrink or enlarge certain features. His nose for example grew more prominent while his eyes sunk into a more deep set position than before. Speaking of his eyes, their colour brightened to that of a piercing blue. And to finish things off, a few more wise wrinkles made themselves known as his lips plumped up while any trace of brown left in his hair was replaced by a mix of grey, silver and a snowy white.

With that their bodies were complete. Jason had become a perfect replica of the large and powerful CEO while Jefferson looked like the average employee Jason once was. However the vortex continued to spin around their floating bodies and that was because there was one last transfer needing to be made.

The mental transfer.

In an instant both of their new faces went completely slack as the mental transferal went underway. All the memories and knowledge on how to run a huge company were ripped out of Jefferson’s mind and implanted directly into Jason’s head. Along with it personality traits such as Jefferson’s unwavering charisma, confidence and determination to push his company as far as it’ll go were all traits that were pulled from him and neatly tucked into Jason’s brain. Quite literally everything Jason needed to become the new Robert Jefferson was being given to him all at once. Expanding his mind to an even greater level of intelligence. Only once all of that knowledge was finally transferred did the purple vortex of magic finally begin to disperse.

Moments later the two men found themselves with their feet back on the ground as the haze that’d shrouded their minds for the latter part of the transformation lifted.

“Bravo! Now that was a wonderful performance!” Wavell clapped from across the room as he watched the pair of men across from him gather their bearings.

Immediately Jefferson began to scream and panic as he found himself in the smaller, but slightly taller, body of the man who’d barged into his office! “How!? I-I… my body! It’s… it’s… How!? What did you do!?!?” He stumbled for worlds as his hands traced along his leaned body in an almost terrified manner before looking back up at the other man across from him who now wore Jefferson’s visage like a stolen reflection. “Y-y-you look… just like me!?”

An evil smile crept across Jason’s stolen lips. “I think you’ll find that I look nothing like you.” He stated, already loving the deeper husky tone of his new voice. “You’re just a skinny office boy wearing a cheap suit. I on the other hand am a distinguished older gentleman with a strong and sturdy body. I’m the one who built this company from the ground up, you’re just lucky enough to be living off my success.” He sneered while fixing his jacket a little before bringing his hands underneath his massive gut and giving it a hefty shake. “I am Robert Jefferson and we are nothing alike I’m afraid.” He added with a shit eating grin before giving his belly a big satisfying smack through his waistcoat.

“N-NO! PLEASE!” Jefferson screamed as he scrambled over towards Jason before grabbing onto his jacket. Looking into his own eyes now they were no longer his own caused a wave of nausea to wash over him. “You can’t do this! That’s my body! This company is my legacy! You’re stealing MY life!” He begged, almost on the verge of tears as he clutched Jason’s suit.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!? Get your hands off me!” Jason shouted sternly. The necklace’s power came to life yet again. It was the only item of clothing that didn’t transfer and was now tucked underneath Jason’s shirt.

“S-sorry sir…” Jefferson stammered, immediately letting go and taking a few steps back. It was just like before. He didn’t want to obey but he felt as though he had no choice in the matter.

Jason fixed himself up again. “I bet you don’t have a single clue how much a suit like this costs.” He taunted. “A whole lot more than someone on your salary can afford I’ll tell you that much.” He continued as he glared across at the meek looking man who was once so powerful now cowering before him. “Now how about you get down on your hands and knees while you’re in my presence. I am your boss after all, right?”

“Yes sir… you’re my boss.” Jefferson replied in a deflated tone as he slowly dropped to his knees before leaning forward and placing his hands on the floor in front of Jason just like he was told. Having to look up at the man who stole his identity.

“Yes sir who?”

Jefferson didn’t want to say it but he knew exactly what the man who’d stolen his body wanted to hear. “Yes sir… Mr Jefferson.” He corrected, calling the imposter by his own name.

The new CEO smirked triumphantly. “That’s better.” He commented before raising one leg and placing one of his brown oxfords firmly on Jefferson’s back before pushing him down in a glorious display of his dominance. “Now if you don’t want me to fire your ass then I suggest you start kissing my other shoe.” He added, pushing Jefferson even further down under his heel and forcing his face closer to the shoe that was still planted on the ground.

With a truly defeated look, Jefferson did as he was ordered. Without much hesitation he pressed his lips to the expensive leather of Jason’s shoe. Planting kisses along one of the very same shoes that’d belonged to him not long ago. All the while his former body looked down at him past that big gut from above, watching with a victorious look on his face as he groped at his fat new bulge. Making sure he was being properly worshipped like he deserved to be.

“And don’t forget the sock.” Jason added as he tugged up one of pants legs a bit to reveal one of his new knee length sheer socks underneath. Jefferson didn’t argue. Simply obeying and kissing along Jason’s ankle and l calves as he worshipped the sock just the same as he had Jason’s expensive oxford.

“Good. Now the other one.” Jason took his foot off Jefferson’s back but it was only a moment's relief for the weaker man as soon he was being pressed down again by the shoe he’d just been kissing. Knowing he had no other choice, he reluctantly continued to kiss the second shoe. Deep down he felt as though he should hate this. That he should be protesting against it with all his might. That he should be trying to take his body back! But the more he kissed his new boss’ shoes and socks… the more he started to enjoy it.

A good few minutes of worship later, Jason finally decided to have mercy. “Alright you little boot licker. That’s enough. Get up.” He barked in the deep baritone he loved so much while stroking his beard a little.

Being released from under the powerful shoe that’d been holding him down, Jefferson quickly scrambled to his feet once again. Fixing himself up as best he could to look somewhat presentable in front of his boss. His will to fight against Jason's new authority was swiftly fading.

“Now I suggest you get your ass outta my office and back downstairs where you belong.” He berated harshly. “Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll bring you back up here again some time to worship me and kiss my shoes again. I can tell just by looking into your eyes how much you’d love that. But in the meantime you’d better keep your head down and do your work like a good little bitch. You got that?”

“Of c-course Mr Jefferson… sir.” The former Jefferson could hardly look him in the eyes as he responded, especially after that comment.

“Good. Now get out of here.” Jason motioned towards the door and Jefferson quickly scurried towards it, looking incredibly flustered. Meanwhile Jason couldn’t help letting a genuine smile spread across his face as he realised he’d done it. With the original Jefferson leaving the office with his tail between his legs, Jason had truly secured himself as the one and only Robert Jefferson! The goddamn CEO!!

“Now that little display was almost as spectacular as watching you steal his body. Well done.” Wavell praised as he hopped up from the couch before sauntering over towards the new owner of the building they were currently standing in. “Forcing him onto his knees like that and making him kiss your shoes and socks was perfect! Though dare I say you might be enjoying all this new power a little bit too much.” Wavell laughed as he glanced down at the massive tent that’d formed in Jason’s grey suit pants as it bulged obscenely.

“Oh. Apologies Mr Wavell. It’s just… with this body. How big it is and… these incredible clothes and everything else that comes with it… I just can’t contain myself! This is truly incredible!” He ran his hands along the thickness of his thick pudgy body once again. Every touch sent sparks of pleasure through his entire being which only made him hornier. “Please. If there’s anything I can do to repay you I’ll gladly oblige.”

Wavell smirked. “Oh I think I know exactly what I want in return.” He reached around Jason’s large waist until his hands finally rested upon the new CEO’s massive bubbly bear ass. Wavell’s hands groping the fat cheeks greedily. “I want to stuff my cock inside of that.” He whispered against Jason’s ear before giving it one big squeeze.

The old Jason would have blushed very hard at such a bold move but this new form allowed him to keep his composure. “Well Mr Wavell… I was planning on being more of a dominant man from now on…” He claimed, stifling a groan as Wavell went to town on kneading those massive globes Jason now called an ass. “But… I suppose I could make an exception for you. As long as you promise to do me one last little thing afterwards.” Jason gave in to the warlock, not being able to ignore how good it felt to have his giant ass groped.

“It’s a deal.” Wavell confirmed before reaching down to Jason’s thighs and picking the massive man up off the floor! It was an incredible feat of strength that Jason wouldn’t have thought possible. Sure Wavell looked to be very fit under those clothes but to be strong enough to pick up a man as heavy as Jason was now? Only then did Jason remember he wasn’t dealing with a normal man by any standard as Wavell’s eyes glowed the same purple as his magic. He must’ve been using said magic to increase his physical strength prowess.

With little to no effort at all, Wavell carried Jason over towards one of two couches before allowing the pair of them to fall onto it. All the while kissing deeply and allowing their tongues to explore each other's mouths as their beards rubbed together. While they made out Wavell flicked his wrist to increase the size of the couch a little to accommodate them both properly. It would need to be pretty big if it was gonna handle what was coming next.

They rolled around in each other’s arms for a moment, totally absorbed into feeling up each other's bodies. Naturally they thought of getting undressed but they decided to make things a little kinkier and keep their clothes on instead, loving how it felt to run their hands across one another’s body through their expensive clothing. Holding one another close as they kissed with a hot passion, hands roaming and crotches rubbing together. Jason might’ve had an impressive cock now but Wavell’s was just as jaw droppingly huge judging by his own bulge.

But of course they already knew who was gonna be on top as soon enough Wavell was able to roll Jason over onto his stomach. Finally getting a good view of that giant ass he’d been hungering for as it was barely contained by those suit pants. Wavell made sure to give a good smack and jiggle through the pants while trying not to salivate at the recoil of it. What a gorgeous fat ass this man was now blessed to have and shake at will. “Don’t worry. I can fix these up with a little magic later.” Wavell said seemingly out of nowhere.

“Fix what up?” Jason questioned but he soon got his answer when a loud ripping sound filled the room. Wavell had grabbed the back of Jason’s pants and without a second thought had ripped open a hole so he could get to that ass.

“Mmmm there we go…” Wavell murmured before plunging his face into the rip and between Jason’s colossal ass cheeks. “And a nice bit of fur too…” Wavell commented before ploughing his face in deep, on a mission to find that delicious hole he wanted to fuck so badly and it certainly didn’t take him long to find. Before they knew it Wavell was digging his tongue deep inside Jason’s hole and in doing so he made quite the discovery. “I can’t believe it.” Wavell said after coming up for air. “This hole is a virgin. The original owner of this ass never used it once! How can someone be born with an ass this beautiful and never put it to the test!? Not even one time!?!” Wavell tutted with genuine disappointment.

Jason shrugged. “That’s straight men for ya.” He joked before shaking his butt a little for the warlock. “Luckily I’m as gay as they come. Though in fairness I plan on being top from now on but as I said… you’re a special exception.” His ass continued to wave back and forth hypnotically until Wavell couldn’t stop himself from diving back in for more. Gorging himself on a huge serving of ass that Jason was happily offering up.

Lord only knows how long Wavell had his face sandwiched between those ass cheeks before he finally had the strength to pull away. All they knew for sure was that Jason's virgin hole was as ready as it was ever gonna be to take some fat dick. And that’s exactly what Wavell was serving. The warlock undid his zipper and reached into his pants before finally pulling out his thick veiny cock, already bucking with excitement and drooling precum from the tip.

Wavell couldn’t help using his big dick to tease Jason a little. Smacking his massive length against those hefty cheeks before sliding it between them a little. Brushing over that sensitive hole a couple times which, judging by the muffled sounds Jason was making, was definitely setting off some unfulfilled desires for his new body. “Now. I think I’m ready to receive my thank you gift.” Wavell said as he lined his cock up with the hungry hole he’d prepared. He didn’t even give Jason a chance to respond before plunging his cock inside.

Suddenly the CEO’s lavish penthouse office filled with loud, animalistic groans. Luckily Wavell had soundproofed the room so they wouldn’t be disturbed because otherwise they’d have had security busting in, wanting to know what the hell was going on. And they’d certainly be surprised when they saw their boss getting his fat ass pounded by another big dicked silver fox. But luckily they would have no such intrusion, leaving both Wavell and Jason to moan as loudly as they wanted. Something Jason certainly did. Partially because he loved hearing his new voice rumbling in pleasure but also because his hole was struggling against all hell to adjust to Wavell’s giant member. In reality it would’ve been better starting off Jason’s now inexperienced hole with something a little smaller but that just wasn’t how Wavell rolled. After all his dick gave off so much pleasure to the recipient of it due to the magic it was imbued with that anyone he was fucking usually didn’t care about the pain. As was the case right now. Despite as much his hole was being forced to stretch, Jason couldn’t stop himself from begging Wavell to fuck him deeper and harder. Luckily for him, the warlock was willing enough to oblige.

The thunderous clapping of cheeks was almost loud enough to rival the groans. Wavell wasn’t holding anything back as he jackhammered himself inside Jason as per the portly man’s request. Jamming his cock as deep as he possibly could inside that hole before pulling back and doing it all over again. Balls swinging back and forth with every thrust as they were winding up to shoot another fat load like always. And Jason was ready for it. He wanted it. To be bred for the first time in his new body. He was practically shouting at Wavell to just let go. To drain his balls completely inside him. And those pleas were music to the warlock's ears that he just couldn’t ignore.

A few minutes of powerful thrusting and ass slapping later and Wavell was just about ready to blow. He could feel it in his balls. “Oh fuck… get ready I’m GONNA-” before he could even finish his sentence, he let out a deep roar which would’ve been familiar to anyone who’d been lucky enough to have Wavell inside them before. It was a roar he only made when he orgasmed but Jason didn’t need to hear it to know that. He could feel the flood of cum filling up his insides, coating the inside of his ass with the warlocks seed.

Wavell pulled out a minute or so later, some of his cum squirting out of Jason’s hole as he did with how much he’d overfilled it. “Damn that was amazing! One of the best fucks I’ve gotten from a ‘client’ in a long time.” He praised while cleaning his dick off before tucking it back into his pants. “Oh. I also have one last thing to give you before I forget.”

Jason turned to look at Wavell properly with a puzzled look. “What else could you possibly wanna give me?” He wondered aloud between heavy breaths.

“Just wait.” Wavell smiled before gently placing a hand on Jason’s forehead. He concentrated for a moment, focusing on a certain enchantment before flowing some of his magic inside of Jason’s body.

“Woah! What the hell was that!?” Jason stuttered as he felt yet another surge of energy.

“I stopped your body clock.” Wavell responded nonchalantly. “Temporarily of course. For the next 50 years your body won’t age a day. It’ll stay in the exact condition it’s in right now for precisely 5 decades. I thought that since you lost quite a few years of your life in that swap, you’d maybe want a little extra time to live and enjoy your new form.” He explained much to Jason’s astonishment. “And don’t worry, nobody around you will question why you’re not aging. They’ll all just think it’s normal so try not to think about it.”

Jason stayed silent in shock for a moment before finally responding. “Is there anything you can’t do?”

Wavell stroked his chin for a moment. “Hmmmm… nope. Don’t think so.” He chirped humorously.

“God you are incredible… you wouldn’t happen to be single would you?” Jason tried his luck, still feeling Wavell’s cum dripping from his ass.

Wavell chuckled. “Sorry. Taken. I’ve got a boyfriend.”

“A boyfriend huh? And he doesn’t mind you sleeping around with other men like me?” Jason asked, curious to know the answer.

“Nope. He knows exactly who I am and what I do. Sleeping with other men comes with the job. Sort of. Besides… whenever one of us sleeps with another guy, we make up for it by having sex for hours on end, constantly recharging ourselves over and over until we’re both finally satisfied.”

“That sounds hot.”

“It is hot.”

The two laugh before cuddling in each other’s arms again for a while, allowing the post sex glow to wash over them. That is until Jason decides to bring up their deal from before…

“Now. You promised you’d do one last thing for me…” Jason said with a devilish smirk.

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Hours later, Robert was now sitting at his new desk going through some of the paperwork. The former Mr Jefferson had made a start on it but didn’t get a chance to finish before being… demoted. It was some pretty important stuff though most of it seemed simple to him now. Like filling out this kind of paperwork was nothing more than second nature now. It only made sense considering he’d had decades worth of experience beamed into his head. But just the fact that he was now the one writing up all these papers and making decisions for the company made him feel beyond amazing. He’d finally achieved his life’s purpose. To be at the top of the pecking order. And now he was Mr Robert Jefferson, the man who answered to nobody but himself and ruled over his company with a fair but iron fist. The man who everyone wished they could be. Who everyone aspired to be like. The man who everyone respected both when he was present and when he was not. Because how couldn’t they respect a man of such high status and authority? He might’ve had quite a bit of weight on his hefty frame but he carried that weight with such dignity that it only served to make him sexier. The way his ass and belly wobbled with every step he took was a staple of who he was and why people considered themselves lucky whenever they got a chance to see him in person.

After finishing one pile of paper, Robert decided to take a quick break and with one of his deluxe cigars. He stuck the huge thing in his mouth before grabbing a lighter and lighting up the cigar. He took a nice long drag before exhaling the masculine scented smoke that’d filled his lungs. He hadn’t been much of a smoker in his former life but now that he was Robert he thought why the hell not. He had to play the part right? This was only the second one he’d had since taking this thick new body but he could already see why the old Robert loved these things so much.

“You’re doing a good job down there Mr Wavell.” Robert said as he lent back in his chair slightly to get a better look under his desk. Underneath was none other than Wavell himself, the powerful warlock who’d not long since fucked Robert’s ass to oblivion, now with his pants around his ankles and his ass in the air. Wavell’s hole of course being stuffed full with Robert’s thick daddy cock which was hanging out through his zipper. Oh how the tables had turned. “Just try not to rock on it too much. Remember, you’re just my sexy cock warmer. Nothing more. I don’t plan on spilling my load inside you until the end of the day. Until then, your only purpose is to keep my cock warm and hard. Got that?” Robert’s new commanding tone really came through as he took another drag of his cigar.

All Wavell was able to get out was a muffled “Y-yes sir…”. Most of the time Wavell was more of a dominant character in almost any situation but right now he found himself really enjoying the feeling of being used in such a degrading way by Robert. Being treated like nothing more than a hot piece of daddy ass for Robert to keep his dick stuffed inside all day long while he works. Being so submissive like this for once just felt so damn incredible! Almost a little taboo. Maybe he’d have to try it a little more often because right now being a good cock warmer for Robert was giving him far more pleasure than he’d anticipated.

Of course Wavell planned on returning to his boyfriend at some point soon but for now he could just enjoy the feeling of being stuffed completely. Eagerly awaiting the end of the work day when Robert was finally ready to give Wavell the fat load that was no doubt churning in those giant balls. But until then he was happy doing as he was told for once and staying under Robert’s desk as he thought of how he was going to explain all this to Dane when he got home.

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I am 20 years old, thin, dark hair. While exploring a dusty and forgotten locker room, I find a pair of beige shorts, worn but still soft, as if consumed by a body that has inhabited them intensely. There is a warm, masculine smell, which inexplicably attracts me. I put them on. They are a little large...

Feeling a familiar post-workout exhaustion, you started heading back to the gym showers when you spotted a pair of beige shorts, seemingly discarded on the bench beside your locker. While they might have looked used, you figured that someone must have forgotten to pack them away when they changed for their workout. Your mind began to wander all through your shower and, upon returning, you decided to try the shorts on for size. The material felt strangely soft against your skin, providing a slight tingling sensation as the warm cotton fabric brushed across your thighs, but you quickly dismissed the feeling as a result of your leg-day workout.

Realising the time and not paying attention to the subtle shifts happening underneath, you redirected the sudden surge of panic as a calling for you to leave the gym before rush hour. Shoving all your dirty gym kit in your bag, you headed out back home - still wearing the mysterious worn, sweaty shorts. While driving, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the rear view mirror, and noticed your jawline seemed more defined, your shoulders broader… but you shrugged it off as a trick of the lighting.

Your heart still racing as you arrived back home, you looked at your reflection in the window. Your features were changing, becoming more rugged, more… masculine. You felt a wave of panic wash over you as you struggled to find the keys to open your front door.

Once inside, the fear slowly gave way to a strange fascination. You touched your chest, feeling the bulging muscles beneath your skin swell and harden. Your arms felt powerful, toned and scattered with thick hair covering the visibly popped-out veins that spanned from your shoulders down to your wrists. As you ran your hands across your jaw, you felt the stubble turn into the lushness of a beard you hadn't been able to grow before. Taking in change after change, your mind began to match your new physique, your thoughts becoming more focused, more assertive, more bold. You looked down at the shorts, a strange sense of gratitude washing over you as you realised that this was where it had all started. You felt a primal urge to test your newfound strength, to push your limits as you were becoming someone else, someone stronger, more confident.

Looking at your reflection again, you saw that you were no longer the skinny 20-year old boy who had entered the gym. You had become something else entirely.

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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

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Guess it's this one today...

Wanna show me yous? Tag me!

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Spent a whole day creating silly little videos after Jamie got a hold of this one. We even found a building site to play along...

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Look whos sneaking up from those bushes... such a sweet surprise to have him in his bag for our picknick date.

I really didn't think of him after we saw him a while ago, let alone that Jamie turned him...

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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.

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— 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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Trust issues

part 2

Danny s POV

I stared at the reflection in the mirror, hardly believing my eyes. The body I now inhabited was the epitome of perfection—tall, lean, with muscles that rippled under the skin with every slight movement. My new face was chiseled, with piercing blue eyes and a jawline that could cut glass. It was Gusion’s body, the body of the man I had lusted after for years.

I couldn’t contain my excitement as I explored every inch of my new form. I struck pose after pose in front of the mirror, marveling at the way the muscles flexed and relaxed. I had dreamed of this moment for so long, and now that it was here, it felt surreal. But as the initial euphoria wore off, a nagging doubt crept into my mind.

I start to jerk my monster penis I have always wanted a big dick like Gusion and I was not disappointed I grab it and start stroking it up and down I felt the pleasure building up inside me like never before my eyes start to roll back and I shoot my hot cum all over the mirror as I collapse in pleasure my first orgasm in Gusion body

After I cleaned up the mess I made, I checked the time. I had promised Gusion that I would switch back after two weeks, but now, as I stood in his body, I couldn’t bear the thought of giving it up. This body was everything I had ever wanted—perfect, desirable, powerful. Why should I give it back? Why should I return to my old, pathetic body? The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I would keep this body, and Gusion could have mine. It was only fair. After all, I had done him a favor by giving him a chance with Lina. This was the least he could do for me.

The next at shooting I found a hot blonde manl giving me eyes I was amused and rock hard I, he led me to a toilet and sucked my cock dry I came in his mouth then he said I love you I felt nothing for him but I knew in the future I will be seeing him again I came back to continue shooting but the photographer was getting angry he said you are late and where is the watch I told him I forgot it he got even more angry I did not know that Gusion always put the watch on before going to the shooting I was a mess I did not know what to do

As days went by I forgot my promise to make Lina my girlfriend instead I was drowned in lust with everyday I fucked with a girl or man twice a day . I knew I had betrayed Gusion trust but I did not care I was having the best time of my life until I got a message from the mysterious man he said the time is up you need to switch back I got scared I begged him please give me 2 more weeks I can not live without this body he agreed reluctantly.

So I came with a plan I will seduce the real Gusion in my body since my former body instinct will make him crave for his former body and he will willingly accept to swap again for the rest of our lives.

I went to him and seduced him he was surprised and confused and hesitant but I did not give up until he gave in because I knew my body will instinctively react when gusion was nearby and his cock will become hard and we made love that night the pleasure was beyond heaven as I fucked his ass like never before I loved every second of it and knew I will never want to return to my former body

I loved Gusion body.

It has been 5 years since the swap and I am still in Gusion body I never swap back and Gusion is still in my former body and now I am dating Lina I have become a famous actor with Gusion's face and body

I can never thank Gusion enough for trusting me

I have everything now

I have Lina

I have Gusion's body

I have fame and money

I can't ask for more.

I am the happiest man alive.

Gusion s POV

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my heart heavy with the weight of the past five years. The face staring back at me was no longer mine—chubby cheeks, soft jawline, and eyes that looked perpetually tired. I ran my hands over my stomach, feeling the soft rolls of fat that had become all too familiar.

Five years ago, I had made a deal with Danny, a deal that I now deeply regretted. I had thought that by switching bodies, I would have a chance to win Lina's heart. But in reality, I had lost everything. My body, my career, my sense of self—all gone.

Danny had never intended to switch back. That much was clear now. He had manipulated me, used my body to become a famous actor, and was now living the life I had once had. And I was left with the wreckage of his former life—his weight, his insecurities, and now I was fascinated by my own former body and fell in love with Danny after he fucked me and this happened daily till I became his sex toy I can not explain what happened but now I do not want to swap back I just want Danny to fuck me every day