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overwatch-daddy · 27 days

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Assimilated StepDaddy

Ryan slowly woke up, feeling disoriented. He looked around, recognizing his stepson's room. But something was off—he couldn't move. It hit him then: he was tied up on the bed. Panic set in as he struggled against the restraints.

"W-what the hell? What is going on? Why I'm tied up?" Ryan shouted, trying his best to free himself from the restraints. All he remembered was coming home from a hard day of work at the construction site and grabbing a beer to relax on the couch, and then... he woke up here?

"It's ok, Ryan, no need to freak out," He heard his stepson's voice as he entered the room while holding a glass jar with a strange slug creature inside.

"Benson? You did this to me? You little shit! I'm gonna beat your spoiled ass once I'm out of here!"

"Oh, you're going to beat my ass for sure, just not in the way you think," Benson said with a smug tone, he tapped his fingers on the jar, making the sluggish creature move as if it was excited. "It was very easy to drug your beer. You passed out faster than I thought you would, and I confess it was very difficult to drag you to my room, you're so heavy. Unfortunately, I'm afraid we don't have much time left."

"You drugged my WHAT? I knew you were a fucking freak but not at this level!" Ryan tried to pull the restraints once again, but he finally realized there was no use. He sighed and looked at his stepson. "Look, let me go now and I won't tell your mom about what you did."

Benson chuckled, "I'm not sure if I believe you; I know you very well, Ryan; in the past two years, I've known your true self; you're a cheater, a homophobe, and a horrible stepdad. I can't trust someone like you, I'm not dumb. But don't worry; once I help my alien buddy take over your body, our relationship will change to something more... trustful." Benson then looked at the creature inside the jaar. "Isn't that right, lil guy?"

Ryan could swear he saw the little creature nodding its head. "What the hell is this thing you're holding? You're freaking me out Benson.... please let me go!"

Benson got on the bed between Ryan's muscular legs and slowly started to pull down Ryan's underwear, he protested, trying to make the process more difficult for Benson, but with both his arms and legs tied up, Benson easily pulled his underwear down to his ankles. "Oh my, I can see why mom likes you so much because it definitely is not because of your personality," Benson said, amazed by Ryan's girthy cock.

"That's too fucking far! I'm gonna kill you, you motherfucker!" Ryan shouted.

Benson just ignored him and opened the lid, freeing the slug from the jar; the strange black slug crawled toward Ryan's ass and started to force its way inside his hole. Ryan's eyes opened in terror as he felt something squirming inside his ass. "Take this thing away from me! Take this thing away!" Ryan pleaded, no longer trying to keep his tough, manly persona.

"It's ok, Daddy Ryan, you're going to be a much better stepdad from now on," Benson said, caressing his muscular thighs and watching the tip of the slug disappear inside Ryan's ass. For a few seconds, nothing happened until suddenly Ryan's eyes rolled back, and his body started to contort and convulse, his hips bulked up and down, and his back arched as his muscles tensed until suddenly his body went limp.

That was when Benson heard his mom's car arrive; his heart raced as he immediately started to untie Ryan as quickly as he could; he thought he could turn Ryan into his pet's host before his mom came home from work. He untied Ryan's ankles and walked out of his room; it was then realized he had forgotten to pull up Ryan's underwear, so he ran back to his room and pulled his underwear up. He made his way to the living room just as his mom opened the door and walked in.

"Hey, Mom," Benson said, sitting on the couch and trying his best not to sound too out of breath.

"Hey, sweetie, where is Ryan?" She asked.

"H-he's sleeping in my room, I think he got so drunk that he crashed in the wrong room."

"Poor thing, he works so hard, let him rest a little ok?"

Later that night, while his mom was in the shower, Benson went to check on his stepdad, and to his surprise, the bed was empty. He jumped when he felt Ryan's hand grab his neck from behind and his big bulge pressing against his ass. Ryan leaned his mouth close to Benson's ear and whispered. "Fuck... he really hated your ass, I'm trying my best to control his body not to twist your little neck."

Benson smirked; he knew it was no longer his stepdad speaking. "I thought you said you would take full control of his brain?" Benson whispered back, pressing his ass harder against Ryan.

"Shut up you little..." Ryan stopped talking mid-sentence, and then closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and then looking at Benson with more calm eyes. "I will. It just takes a while to fully assimilate his brain. There's still some parts of him left, I can still access some fragments of his memories as well as the hatred he had for you..."

"I think we could use all his hatred and use it for something more..." Benson then turned around to face Ryan and was about to caress his hairy pecs when Ryan suddenly pushed him down to his knees.

"You disgust me, you always did. If I didn't have a fucking slug inside my brain, assimilating it and turning me into a brainless puppet, I would have punched your dumb face right now."

Benson was so hard, his cock was leaking only at the sight of his hot stepdad standing over him, with his huge bulge just inches away from his face. He knew it was the alien in control, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit scared.

"Ok, I'm starting to get a little bit wo..." Benson tried to stand up, but Ryan pushed him back on his knees again and then pointed at him.

"You better keep on your knees! That's where you fucking belong." Ryan whispered, he then pulled down his underwear, freeing his throbbing massive cock, hovering his shaft over Benson's mesmerized face. "I'm gonna facefuck you as a punishment, that's what spoiled brats like you deserve," Ryan then grabbed Benson by the back of his hair and smirked down at him. "You better take every inch of punishment," With that, he pushed Benson's face to take all his length. Benson loved the way Ryan grabbed both sides of his head and fucked his mouth like he was a fucktoy. Ryan came down his throat before his mom finished her shower.

A week later, Ryan had his brain fully assimilated by the alien slug, and there was nothing more left of him besides his hot body. The alien adopted a more loving and caring personality for Ryan that Benson loved, but sometimes Benson would ask the alien to act more like the old Ryan.

Their relationship had improved so much since Ryan got assimilated. Benson's mom would go to work in the morning before Ryan, so every morning before going to work, Ryan would go into Benson's room and give him a proper morning fuck, as well as his morning load. And every time Ryan came back earlier from work, he would take his shirt off and order Benson to lick his sweaty body clean.

"These armpits won't clean by themselves, boy. You better bury your face in these hairy armpits and clean them up with your slutty tongue!"

After giving his stepdad a proper tongue bath, Benson was sitting on Ryan's lap, with his ass fully stuffed by Ryan's hard cock while he squeezed and groped his stepdad's big hairy pecs.

"C'mon buddy, suck on your Daddy's tits, your mom will come from work at any minute," Ryan said while flexing his massive pecs.

Benson didn't waste any more time and started to suck on Ryan's huge tits. He had only two hours left before his mom would return from work, and he would always make the most of it.

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"Dude! When I said we needed my dad to pick up booze tonight for the party, you didn't have to become him! I was joking!" My best friend said shocked that I was able to become an exact replica of his father.

"Well too late, what do you want tonight sport? Uh, Coors, Bud Light? Fuck, I don't even know what kind of beer to buy. Too bad I didn't get his memories... or his wallet." I said, emptying out my pockets on my shorts that were strained against my massive dad thighs. My shirt had already nearly ripped in the transformation. Luckily I took it off just in time.

"Ugh, you really are a lot sometimes bro. Fine, but you can't come to the party tonight looking like that! I will not be seen with my dad around Katie! I want to impress her, and knowing you, you'll ruin it!" My friend stomped out of the room as I was left to my own devices.

I hopped off the couch in my new dad bod and explored my new home. I got dressed in some new clothes that properly fit my body but not before exploring my new beefy body a bit in the mirror.

He always overreacts when I shift into someone in front of him. He thinks the power is weird or whatever. Well I'll show him. The party is happening tonight. And sure, I'll pick up the beer in this body and shift out. But not back to myself.

I could be Katie and totally reject my best friend. He doesn't know I'm secretly gay. Or hell, I could become him and totally humiliate myself at the party. Yeah, that sounds like more fun.

"Well sport, I'm gonna go pick up the beer now!" I exclaim to myself in the mirror using my new voice. "And then I'm gonna shift into your tight jock body and have some fun as you! Damn I miss being a young hung stud!"

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overwatch-daddy · 1 month

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Ghosts know gyms are the perfect places to find big studs 🤤

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overwatch-daddy · 2 months

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Quality Time

*PING* Rocco looked down and smiles. He'd been wondering what Carlo and their father had been up to for the past week. Ever since their mother left a couple of years back, their father had been relatively distant- choosing to spend his hours away from the office at the gym instead of at home with his sons. To be fair, Rocco had left the house at 18, and now at 24 he wasn't home as often as he'd hoped. Nonetheless, it took both boys by shock when their relatively distant father decided to take a month off of work to spend some "quality time" with his sons. Carlo got the first two weeks, and Rocco would have the second. What they were in for, their father wouldn't say.

Hey, Roc. Dad wants us all to meet up tonight. We're at the gym on Broad Street, meet us there in 30 minutes.

The text was odd, definitely different than the normally chipper tone his brother is known for having. There wasn't even a single emoji... Rocco had hoped that everything would go well, but from the curtness of Carlo's message, it wasn't looking good. He sighed, walking his lanky ass over to the closet and throwing on some clothes, wasting no time making the 20 minute walk down to Broad street. The dim neon glow of the Planet Jacked sign illuminated the front of the strip mall; at 9PM on a Wednesday, the gym was the only business open compared to the vacant suites and GameStop next door.

Rocco pulled open the door, pulling out his phone to text Carlo that he'd arrived. The response was immediate:

In the kettlebell room. Hurry up.

Something did feel off, but Rocco had dismissed it as an irritated Carlo trying to pawn their gruff and macho dad off on him. Neither were "manly men" by their father's standards, not that he'd ever treated them poorly by any means. It just meant that they had little to nigh in common with eachother, and little to build a very "buddy buddy" relationship on. But, at least he was making an effort.

Rocco made his way through the gym floor, weaving through benches and weight machines to the double glass doors that houses the calisthenics room. He pushed open the door, and walked inside. Right off the bat, his suspicions that something was off were proven to be justified as he saw his brother flexing in the mirror. Or at least, he thought it was his brother. The man had Carlo's likeness: his short stature, his green eyes, the black and green headphones... but this was not his brother.

Carlo was easily 100 lbs of muscle heavier than when he'd left with their father on Monday morning. His hair was buzzed short, his formerly friendly face now scowled an aggressive smoulder, his arms and legs were bursting with hard muscle. Compared to the 5'2" skinny 19 year old Rocco had known, this man might as well have been a stranger.

"Get my bag over there, gotta shower and change." His voice was harsh, gruff... as if he'd smoked eight cigars before working out. He remained flexing in the mirror, as Rocco stood there gobsmacked. His eyes quickly shifted from his physique to his brother standing perplexed at the door. "You gonna sit and stare or are we gonna get going?" Rocco slowly walked over to Carlo's gym bag, picking it up and straining to shlep it over his shoulder. "Jesus, Roc. We've got to get you into the gym. C'mon, let's go." Carlo turned and walked out of the room, with Rocco hastening to meet his pace.

"Uh, Carlo... Did you... take something? I mean, I'm not accusing you of anything, but how did you..."

"Get this fuckin' jacked? Dad helped out a bit." Outside of Rocco's eyesight, Carlo smirked devilishly. He sneered, hocking a mouthful of spit onto the garbage can. Rocco nearly dropped the bag and bolted. This couldn't be the sweet, naive little brother he'd grown up with. If anything, he was acting more like their father than himself. As they entered the locker room, Carlo stopped at the mirror again, pinching his chin as if he were checking himself out in the mirror. "Yeah, Dad was saying he wanted me to try some pussy this week, and that girls liked a guy with guns. Heh, it worked." He flexed his massive arms, the putrid scent of heavy unwashed musk wafted from his pits as he did. Rocco pinched his nose, dropping the gym bag onto the bench.

"Since when have you been interested in girls?" Rocco spoke with genuine concern in his voice. Carlo had been an out and proud gay man for years now. Their father never understood it, but it never really bothered him any. To him, as long as his sons were 'getting some' then all was well. But this, combined with Carlo's inflated ego and body...

"Since I felt like it. Thought I'd give breedin' a try. After six girls this week, I'm tuckered out." Carlo sauntered toward the shower stalls, tossing his hat and headphones to his brother before turning to face him. "Dad will be here in a minute, just wait here." With that, he walked into the stall, and Rocco could hear the water starting to flow. He fell backward onto the bench, awestruck. Turning to the bag, Rocco imagined vials and vials of steroids and testosterone hiding within. It was the only logical explanation. Taking a deep breath, he slowly unzipped the bag, and ripped the top open to reveal:

Nothing. Carlos' normal street clothes, albeit a bit stretched out now, and an empty shaker bottle. No drugs, no syringes, nothing incriminating whatsoever. Whatever had happened to him, it wasn't due to roid rage.

"NNNNUGUUHHHH" Carlo's voice echoed in the empty locker room over the sound of the showerhead. Rocco stood up quickly, darting toward the shower stalls. Before he could ask if his brother was okay, the noises began. Wet noises- unaffiliated with the running shower. Rocco slowly crept closer, and the sounds had become clearer. Slimy schlorps and squelches combined with Carlo's moans of seeming pleasure. Was he fucking a pocket pussy? Surely not, he assumed, though in the back of his mind, the brother he'd seen was not the Carlo he knew. "uuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNAGHHHHHH!" One final moan and a rubbery slurp, and the room was silent again.

Rocco quickly rushed to the end stall, ready to rip the white curtain open, only for it to open on it's own: revealing the hulking figure of his father. The shock was palpable, as thick as the steam in the air. His father towered above him, as he always did, a massive slab of hard meat with a face. Sweat dripped from every part of his hulking body, and his face was already plastered with a surprised expression. As if he weren't expecting Rocco to see him yet.

"Dad... Is Carlo oka..." Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, he saw his brother slumped over on the shower seat, passed out under the hot streams of water: still in the shorts and running shoes he'd been wearing moments ago. His muscled body could barely bend at the waist, so his limp torso sat at a slight angle to the rest of his body. Rocco turned to his father, whose expression hadn't yet changed.

"I said I'd be there in a minute, Roc." The limber young man tried to rush to his passed out brother, only for the iron grip of his father to stop him in his tracks. "He'll be fine. He'll wake up just the way you know him, with a couple of extra pounds. Don't you worry."

"Dad, what the fuck is going on?" Rocco shouted at his father, whose brows began to furrow. The hulking man grabbed the white curtain, shutting it behind his son. Slowly the look of shock turned to one of seriousness, and a twinge of nervousness shot down Rocco's spine.

"I'm on vacation, Roc. With my boy. And now it's your turn to spend some time with your old man." Rocco took a step back, confused and anxious. "You're what, 24 now? Let me tell you something, Roc. When you hit 50, it doesn't matter if you're the sexiest god damn man alive- women just don't look at you the same. They take one look at you and see a stacked old man. They look at you like you're disgusting, Roc. I just wanted things to be the way they used to, when I was your age." Another step backward, and Rocco felt himself pinned against the wall. "It doesn't hurt. Carlo said it felt damn good. He'll wake up feelin' like a million bucks and go right back to sticking that greasy pole into some man ass. Might even be better than before. But you..." His father leaned in against the wall, the wafting stench of his BO encircling the two. "You swing both ways. So will you do your pop a favor, Roc?" Rocco swallowed his spit, as his father leaned in until they stood inches from eacother, eye to eye.

"W... What kind of favor?"

"Let me be young again. Just for a couple weeks. I'll hop back in Carlo if things get out of hand, he's already said he's good with it. Let your old man take you for a spin, show you how I used to do it back in the day. Then at the end of the month, I hop right out. Deal?" His father stuck his hand out, waiting for him to accept this insane deal. Rocco turned to his brother, slowly coming back to consciousness.

"... One week. And if you don't fuck things up, I'll think about the other two." His father smiled as Rocco shook his hand in agreement.

"Turn around, boy. And just take some deep breaths." Rocco did as he was told, slowly turning around and placing his hand onto the brown tiled wall. He could hear Carlo coming to, and hearing the wet clap of his father's hands rubbing together. "Alright, boy. It's gonna be tight, deep breath!" Rocco took a slow inhale, feeling a strange tingling sensation as he felt his father's hands on his bony shoulderblades. As he exhaled, he could feel the calloused hands slowly sink into his back. "Ohhhh, fuck." His father's gravelly bass voice growled in the cavernous room, soaring above the wet schlorps of his huge arms slowly sinking deeper into his son. Rocco watched as his father's hands appeared beneath the skin of his arms, the outline of his fingers sliding down his biceps and forearms was quickly followed by the sounds of rubbery creaks as his father's considerable muscles slid into his own. Bones cracked and skin stretched as powerful biceps and firm forearms swelled with the invasion, as his father's hands slipped into his own like two tight gloves. His meaty fingers cracked under their own volition, as his father flexed his new triceps.

"Da... Dad? Oh fuck, Roc! It's your turn now, huh, bro?" Carlo's chipper voice cut through the wet sloshing as his father stepped forward, shoving his huge sweaty feet forward into Rocco's heels, immediately swelling to fit his size 14 boats. His father's ripe foot sweat started to pour from his soles while his calves started to sink in as well. "Feels great, right? I mean look at me? Dad promised a rockin' bod, and I mean, fuck! What guy is gonna turn me down now?" Rocco continued his deep breaths, trying to ignore his brother's bizarrely normal demeanor.

"Boy, you remember what your dad taught you. Take control, and fuck hard. They'll be beggin' for that cock." As the words left his father's mouth, he thrust his groin against Rocco's rear, letting his son's skin wrap around his thick ass as he slid his beer can dick into the sheath of his boy's- quickly swelling thick and musky as his balls grew into the size of clementines.

"Roc, just wait. Dad's gonna take good care of you. We're closer than ever, right pop?" His father's hard, hairy torso sank quickly into Rocco, his back expanding as his body fully enveloped his father up to their necks. Massive, juicy pecs and washboard abs pressed against his taut skin, and sputterings of the old man's hair started to sprout across his legs, arms, and chest. Rocco looked down at his massive body, no longer under his control, inflated with his father's stature. He could feel the scratchy scruff of the old man's beard against the nape of his neck.

"Alright, boy. Let me just slide..." He felt his father's nose press against the back of his head, and as it sank in, his vision became fuzzy. "Right..." His neck bulged and stretched, his jaw clenched and sharpened. "On..." His hair grew thick and messy, his eyebrows fuller and lower. As the last of his head was swallowed by the back of Rocco's head, a final crack of his neck and a slow exhale signaled that Rocco had already sank into the recesses of his mind. Facial hair sprouted across his chiseled jawline, as he smiled his pearly white teeth. "In." His father's gravelly tone now bellowed deep from within. He pushed himself off the wall, stretching his now 6'3" body, dripping in his old man's fragrant sweat. Turning to Carlo, he raised his eyebrow.

"Alright, boy. Let's go get some ass."

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"Yeah, this is my brother's place, we'll be alone here. Don't you worry!" Carlo led the couple into Rocco's apartment, the boyfriend ogling his juicy ass as they walked inside. "Yeah, he's in the other room. This way." Carlo smiled as he threw his arm around the duo, the woman blushing as she turned to him.

"You sure he's down for this?" Carlo only smirked as he opened the door to the bedroom, revealing 'Rocco' in all his glory, swiping through the endless supply of thirsty messages on his Taimi. The couple's jaws dropped at the very sight of him, fresh from the gym, smelling of a locker room right after a basketball tournament.

"Oh wow... Uh, Hi there... I'm Victoria and this is Ollie..." 'Rocco' barely looked up from his phone, picking up his ripe gym shoe and socks, and tossing them to Ollie.

"Sniff, boy. When you're done with that, you can do the same for my brother." The boyfriend eagerly started to huff the stinking sock, moaning in pleasure as he did. "And you..." He put his phone down onto the table, turning to Victoria with a wry smirk. "Come show daddy some love."

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overwatch-daddy · 2 months

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Quality Time

Hey, Roc. Dad wants us all to meet up tonight. We're at the gym on Broad Street, meet us there in 30 minutes.

Rocco pulled open the door, pulling out his phone to text Carlo that he'd arrived. The response was immediate:

In the kettlebell room. Hurry up.

"Uh, Carlo... Did you... take something? I mean, I'm not accusing you of anything, but how did you..."

"W... What kind of favor?"

"... One week. And if you don't fuck things up, I'll think about the other two." His father smiled as Rocco shook his hand in agreement.

"Alright, boy. Let's go get some ass."

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"Oh wow... Uh, Hi there... I'm Victoria and this is Ollie..." 'Rocco' barely looked up from his phone, picking up his ripe gym shoe and socks, and tossing them to Ollie.

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Serving The Alien And Its Puppets — Part 1

I was kneeling between my older stepbrother's legs, looking up at him as he smoked. My plan didn't work out as expected.

He looked as intimidating as ever, but this time it wasn't my obnoxious older stepbrother behind those hating eyes. Instead, a small alien slime had taken over, consumed his brain, and replaced it with its gooey form.

My stepbrother had always been a homophobic asshole, and for that, I despised him deeply. Yet, in a twist of cruel irony, he was also one of the most hottest men I had ever known. I loved watching him from the window of my room, working out in the backyard until his body was glistening with sweat. I knew it wasn't safe to spy on him like that.

But I wasn’t safe with the alien slime either. Fear gnawed at me as I realized I might suffer the same fate as my dumb stepbrother. Yes, I might have helped the purple gooey creature enter his body, I did it believing it would be grateful and let me have fun with his body. But now, I feared my plan had turned against me.

My stepbrother was way bigger and stronger than me, so when he ordered me to kneel, I just obeyed. He looked down at me, thinking about what he should do to me.

"I should take you over too, It's too risky to let a human know about my existence," He took a puff and blew out the smoke. "but you helped me get inside this human after all."

"I-I promise I won't tell anyone about you, I just wanted to have my way with him, that's all!"

"You helped an alien slime replace your stepbrother's brain just so you could have a taste of him, gay boy?" He asked, lowering his underwear and freeing my stepbrother's thick flaccid shaft.

I eagerly nodded, there was nothing I wanted more than to taste my stepbrother's cock. He playfully slapped the heavy shaft on my face as he had an evil grin on his face, a grin that I was very familiar with. "I guess having a human with an intact brain as a slave could be fun." He grunted as he smacked it hard on my cheeks, but when I tried to lick it, he pushed it away.

"Nah-uh you have to earn it first, gay boy. The takeover left this shell quite sweaty, so if you lick the sweat off him, I might let you suck him." He promised.

Still on my knees, I started to lick the sweat off his abs and pecs, his big muscular pecs felt soft against my tongue. I sucked on his nipples as his right arm rested on top of the couch and he smoked with the other. "I will give you two options, gay boy. You can either be my obedient slave and help me spread my control over your kind, or you can become like your stepbrother, an empty husk of a man with a head full of alien slime."

I nodded and smiled at him, "I will gladly serve as your human slave."

"Great." He grunted, and then he coughed a small purple slime on his hand, just like the one I helped get inside him, but smaller.

"Take it and prove your loyalty to me, your stepdad is in the shower."

My stepdad was a strikingly muscular man with a sexy hairy body. He was kind to me, but he never intervened when his son bullied me. Part of me thinks he deserves this, but it's not like I have a choice—it's either this or have my brain devoured.

I grabbed the purple goo and headed towards the bathroom door. I could still hear the shower running, I slowly opened the door and walked inside the bathroom, the curtains were closed so my stepdad didn't see me entering. When I was close enough, I threw the purple slime over the curtain.

"What the-" I heard my stepdad say, but his voice was soon cut off and he started to grunt. I couldn't see what was going on behind the curtain, but it looked like my dad was fighting it. Suddenly everything went quiet. The shower turned off and the curtain was pushed open, revealing my stepdad wearing a towel.

"D-dad?" I asked, my eyes on his muscular hairy body, he looked so hot.

"Not your dad anymore, call me Master Daddy from now on, my human slave!"

He suddenly dropped the towel and I gasped when I saw how big he was. I had never seen him naked before.

"Kneel and show me some respect, slave." He grunted. I dropped to my knees and took his entire shaft into my mouth, he fucked my face as I caressed his meaty hairy pecs. He then pulled me up by my hair and forced his big tongue deep inside my mouth, it felt so good, I loved how strong his tongue felt. While we kissed I groped his pecs and pinched his nipples, he let out a deep sexy moan while still making out, so it looked like my stepdad had sensitive nipples, I thought.

We walked back to the living room to my possessed stepbrother, now Master. "Good job, my human slave. You have proven yourself worthy of my trust."

That day my stepdad fucked me while I sucked my stepbrother. I was their slave now, and the alien made sure that I would get busy with his puppets.

The alien thrived on consuming brains daily, so it never ceased creating new empty puppets. Every day, he would send me outside with a small copy of his body so I could find a man for him to feed. That was my job as his slave, to help him feed and spread his control over humanity, and I couldn't ask for a better job.

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Mr. Rossi was my hot Italian Daddy neighbor. I had been fantasizing about him for years, ever since we moved into this quiet neighborhood. He was the perfect example of a hot, protective, and loving dad figure, I grew up seeing how caring he was to his two sons, his sons lived on their own now. So when my Alien Master sent me to find him food, I knew Mr. Rossi would be perfect.

I knocked on his door and waited, I had in my hand a small part of the alien. It wasn’t the creature’s main form, just a copy of it that was connected to the original alien inhabiting my older brother, once the copy consumed Mr. Rossi’s brain, the main alien would also feel satiated, like a hive mind. The alien hadn’t explained the exact mechanics to me, so that was all I knew.

Mr. Rossi opened the door and gave me a warm smile. "Hey Eric, Is everything ok?" He kindly asked. I didn't respond, and just threw the slime on his face.

I was soon inside his house, staring at the hot hairy Italian Dilf in front of me. The alien slime had already replaced his brain.

"Come here, my human slave," he purred. His voice was still Mr. Rossi's, but it was deeper and more commanding. I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine as I walked to him and we started to make out, I then buried my face between his big pecs while I cupped and squeezed them, Mr. Rossi just stood there, letting me have my way with his pecs.

I always fantasized about Mr. Rossi and his pecs, and now I finally had them for myself, thanks to my alien Master.

Mr. Rossi then reached out and gently stroked my cheek, his rough hands leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "You've wanted this for so long, haven't you?" he whispered, pushing his finger inside my mouth and leaning in close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my ear. "You've wanted Daddy Rossi to take care of you, to make you feel safe and loved because your stepdad was a piece of shit who let your stepbrother bully you." He then playfully slapped my face. "Too bad that's not gonna happen. I'm gonna destroy your hole with this puppet's cock! I'm going to teach you a lesson for being so naughty." He lifted me into his strong arms and walked to his room.

He then threw me on his bed and pulled down his shorts. "Get on all fours, now." He commanded.

I didn't hesitate, obeying his command as if I'd been waiting for it my entire life. I got down on the bed on all fours, presenting my ass to him. The hairs on Mr. Rossi's chest tickled my back as I felt his hot breath against my ear. "You're so fucking tight," he growled, his big manly hands taking hold of my waist before he finally thrust his huge cock inside.

He began to fuck me hard and fast, driving his length deep into my body with each stroke. I arched my back, moaning in ecstasy as the alien inside him made the nice neighborhood dad act like a gay depraved dom.

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned, feeling his thick cock stretch me impossibly wide. "Fuck me. Own me. Make me yours."

When I felt Mr. Rossi's load fill my ass, we lay there, panting heavily, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment. The slime had given me everything I ever wanted. I looked at a portrait picture on the side of the bed, in the old pic, Mr. Rossi was fishing with two sons.

"Why don't you call your sons to come over? Say It's an urgency." I suggested.

Later that day, while I was on my knees sucking Mr. Rossi's cock, we heard a knock on the door. Mr. Rossi smirked at me and coughed two purple slimes on his hands. "Go open the door," He ordered.

When I opened the door, I saw two hot men, they both looked just as hot as their dad. I couldn't wait to have them as the Alien's puppets.

"Who are you? Where is our dad?" One of them asked, pushing me out of the way.

"Dad? We're here, are you ok?" The other asked.

Mr. Rossi grinned at his sons as he was standing naked with purple slime on each of his hands. I closed the door...

Later that day I was in Mr. Rossi's room, looking at the two hot Italian brothers in only their underwear.

"What are you waiting for?" they both said in unison, it would be creepy if they weren't so freaking hot.

I dropped to my knees and started taking turns between the two huge Italian cocks. After a while, I was being spit-roasted by the two hung brothers. Mr. Rossi walked inside the room while I was still being filled on both ends, his huge shaft swinging with each step.

"You did good today, gay boy. Your Master is very satiated, you got him three meals." Mr. Rossi and his two sons said in unison. "He will allow you to pick one puppet to dominate."

I was surprised, I already helped the Alien Master convert a lot of men, but this would be the first time he would let me top one of his puppets.

I stood up and looked at the three puppets for a while, "I want Mr. Rossi," I said.

Mr. Rossi lay on the bed with his legs up, his huge hairy ass on full display, I kneeled behind him and playfully slapped it, watching it jingle. I then grabbed each cheek and shoved my shaft inside in one thrust, fucking him roughly as I buried my face between his pecs.

"Why don't you two feed your cocks to our Daddy slut?" I asked the brothers. They obeyed and kneeled on each side of Mr. Rossi, who started to take turns sucking them both. As I fucked Mr. Rossi, I watched his big pecs bounce with each hard thrust, then I got an idea.

"Boys, Daddy's tits are begging for a sucking, don't you think?" I suggested, with a wicked smile on my face.

They both lay next to their dad and started sucking on each nipple. It was such a hot sight, seeing two grown men with wives and kids sucking on their dad's tits.

That afternoon, me and the two brothers took turns on Mr. Rossi's ass, I came so much that I passed out. By the alien Master's orders, Mr. Rossi took me in his strong arms and brought me home.

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After the Rossi family became puppets for the alien Master, I suggested the alien to go for my boss, Mr. Wahid.

Mr. Wahid was a rich, muscular, Arabic hunk who had always captured my heart, he was rude and intimidating, and treated the staff like his slaves, but the few moments I had near him, would always had me staring at his muscles and having gay fantasies about him.

The next day while I was at work, Mr. Wahid called me to his office. He was busy on the phone and without even looking at me, he ordered me to get him a coffee. It was as if I was nothing to him.

It was the perfect opportunity for my plan. I had brought a small fragment of the slime to work. So I went to make his coffee, but before entering his office, I slipped the slime into the cup. As I walked in, Mr. Wahid didn't even glance up or thank me; he just grabbed the coffee and continued talking on the phone, completely ignoring my presence. All it took was a sip, and his phone dropped to the floor as his eyes rolled back and his muscles tensed. I had a hard on as I closed the door with me inside, a few seconds later he glanced at me with an Intimidating look.

"Come get my phone off the floor, slave!" I grabbed his phone and gave it to him, he then ordered me to get on my knees under the table and suck him off. I smirked as I undid his pants and fished out his thick member. Soon I was slobbering on my boss's shaft, he was so huge and thick that barely fitted my mouth, and he also had a strong smell as if he hadn't washed his junk for the entire day.

He smacked his heavy shaft on my tongue as he continued talking on the phone in Arabic, I ran my tongue on his heavy hanging balls and soon he was coating my face with his Arabic milk.

Mr. Wahid would be just the first one in the company to become an alien puppet, I had a lot of subjects in mind. Mr. Wahid ended the call and looked down at me—my face still buried in his musky balls while cum covered my face.

"We are closing a deal with an Arab prince. He's about to arrive for the meeting and I want you to welcome him. Now take your dirty mouth off my balls and go do your fucking job!"

Honestly, the alien possessed Mr. Wahid wasn't much different from the old one. A few hours later I was waiting in the parking lot for the Arab prince to arrive. I saw an expensive car park in front of me, when the door opened, my heart started racing. Inside the car was the hottest Middle Eastern man I'd ever seen.

Fortunately for me, but not so much for him, I had an extra slime in my pocket.

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Hercules and Hades

Hercules should've known to think about what he was agreeing to when he made that deal. Now Hades will have his way at Mount Olympus, and all Hercules can do is watch. ☁️🏛☁️

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Quality Time

Hey, Roc. Dad wants us all to meet up tonight. We're at the gym on Broad Street, meet us there in 30 minutes.

Rocco pulled open the door, pulling out his phone to text Carlo that he'd arrived. The response was immediate:

In the kettlebell room. Hurry up.

"Uh, Carlo... Did you... take something? I mean, I'm not accusing you of anything, but how did you..."

"W... What kind of favor?"

"... One week. And if you don't fuck things up, I'll think about the other two." His father smiled as Rocco shook his hand in agreement.

"Alright, boy. Let's go get some ass."

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"Oh wow... Uh, Hi there... I'm Victoria and this is Ollie..." 'Rocco' barely looked up from his phone, picking up his ripe gym shoe and socks, and tossing them to Ollie.

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The Curse (Short)

In a small, forgotten cemetery, three deceased gay men are bound by a witch's ancient curse that prevents them from passing on after death. Instead, every ten years, they are freed from their graves for three days, but as ghosts. During this time, they always immediately go on the hunt for hot men to possess and have fun with.

It's that time again. The earth above their graves in the quiet Alderidge Cemetery begins to stir as the decade's wait comes to an end. With a rush of liberated spirits, the three ghosts burst forth into the night sky. Eager and full of energy, they head towards the nearest city, Massachusetts, their ethereal forms barely contained by their excitement. They split up and fly around town looking for the hottest guys they can find.

They usually just jerk off and fuck most of those 3 days before they're forced out of their stolen bodies. Before then, they take as much advantage as they can. 👻

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It had happened so fast that poor but sexy Duncan couldn't do anything to stop it. The man was walking so calmly through the house naked, which had caught the attention of a ghost who was fascinated by his appearance and hid in the refrigerator.

When Duncan opened the refrigerator, the ghost dove straight for Duncan's cock. The man leaned back, unable to prevent the cold ectoplasm from entering his virile member. He felt cold, he sounded like a balloon being squeezed and yet, he felt pleasant. In a matter of seconds Duncan perceived himself differently, as if he had no control of himself.

"This is better than I thought," 'Duncan' said, smiling as he ran his hands over his new body. "I'm going to make the most of it," he said as he headed to the bedroom.

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After I took over my older brother's body before he could hop on the shower, there's only one thing left for me to do: cum his soul out of his body, completely taking over his life, erasing everything I used to be… And I have no regrets nor feel sorry for him, it's the life I rightfully deserve…

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Head Swap Hookup

Matt

Man, this is still kinda strange to see myself but I’m so turned on by this experience. Last night, I met this guy named Luke at the gym. We hit it off really well and we both decided to grab drink afterwards.

As the night progressed the more we started opening up about what turns us on the most. Luke and I soon discovered that we are into each other’s body types. Luke is super into skinny twinks while I on the other hand love muscular hairy guys. So the both of us ended up hooking up. Afterwards we both laid in bed together and that’s when Luke suggested the craziest idea. He asked me if I would like to head swap with him.

I honestly thought he was just being drunk and silly so I agreed to it. That’s when I saw Luke pull off his head and I felt my mouth drop at the sight of a beautiful headless hunk right in front of me.

“You still down to do this?” says Luke.

I said back to him, “yeah I think so.”

Luke headless body grabs my head and tugs it off my body. It was the strangest sensation, I could still feel and control myself but I was somehow disconnected.

Luke’s body plops my head on my dresser and then grabs his head. I watch as his body places his head on top of my body. I instantly lose all feeling of my body.

Luke looks down at my fingers and chest analyzing my body that he now controls.

He says to me, “this is so hot.”

I wait for him to put me on his body but instead he says, “one sec.”

Luke walks up to his headless body that’s now at a stand still without anything controlling it.

He grand his hand and places it on my junk. He says to his body, “Play with it… softly.”

Luke’s start softly rubbing my bits.

Luke closes his eyes and says, “oh this feels so good. My rough hands toying with your sensitive cock. Matt your cock feels amazing!”

Still just a head, I somehow felt turned on by just watching our bodies interact.

“You wanna join?” he says to me.

“Well what else am I going to do? Sit on the dresser all night.”

Luke laughs at me and picks up my head. He lifts me up to eye level and kisses me on the lips.

Luke places my head on his body and I feel the bottom of my head connect to Luke’s neck.

I look down at Luke’s muscular hands and then down to his hairy legs and feet. I wiggle his toes feeling the new sensation of controlling his body.

I look back at Luke with my much smaller body and pull him in.

We start making out and I instantly get a hard on from touching my body.

The second round we decided to switch positions. It’s funny, I rarely top anyone but Luke never bottoms with his body. So I pushed into my hole, it felt so warm and tight.

I lifted my body while putting my legs over Luke’s shoulders. I felt so strong.

I thrusted into my hole both of us moaning so loud.

Soon we both blew out loads. We crawled into my bed, I cuddled up to my body. Luke’s junk was still hard so I placed it back into my hole. It just felt so warm.

Luke giggles at me and says, “you gonna keep that in their all night?”

I kiss my neck and say, “hell yeah I am!”

So now it’s the next morning and both of us are still swapped. I got up first and went to take a shower. I played with Luke’s morning wood for about 30 minutes. Edging his body to a point before it blew its load.

I walk out only to find Luke up in bed playing with my feet.

He grins at me nervously, “sorry your feet are so cute.”

I giggle at him and flopped into my bed.

I watch as Luke traces my fingers in between my toes. I look over at my junk standing tall.

Without any hesitation I began to lower head and wrap my lips around it.

He lets out a moan as I insert two of his fingers into my hole.

We spent the rest of the day in bed going at it. We tried everything together. Luke even pulled us into parts, pulling off my feet, hands, dick and balls. By the end of the day we were in so many pieces Luke struggled to putting us back together. Soon this became regular thing, us hooking up with each others bodies on.

I rarely have my body on unless I’m out in public. But as soon as we get to one of our places Luke switches us.

He loves wearing my body and especially loves showing it off to me. Luke even asked me to be his boyfriend. And of course I said yes. He’s sweet and the sex is out of this world.

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Seanday Starters: Swim Team

Coach looked at the stopwatch and shook his head. "Wilkes, get yourself over her pronto," he yelled.

Wilkes jogged over, he was the teams 2nd swimmer; strong with good stamina, but he had poor technique. "Coach," he answered with a little trepidation.

"We need to win this competition, these are the finals. You understand that?"

"Of course, I'm doing the best I can coach."

"You begged to be put on the team, begged me. It was only because Jones broke his leg that you're swimming today." He pushed the race times in Wilkes face, "You were doing fine this morning, surprised us all. You've got to win this next race to get us into the final.”

"I can do it coach. I promise."

"Damn it Wilkes, I don't want promises. I want results. Look at Daniels times." The tall swimmer looked over coaches shoulder. "Those are winning times, we need something like that from you!"

Wilkes looked up at Daniels, who just shrugged. "But he's the number one swimmer on the team."

"I can't afford to take a risk on you Wilkes," Coach muttered. "Daniels, Redmond you know what to do."

The two swimmers each grabbed an arm and matched Daniels behind a hoarding. I judge walked over to coach. "What's going on there?"

"The boys are helping him relax, prepare him for the next race. You know team work." The judge nodded and walked away.

There was a crash from behind the hoarding, and it shook. There was screams and shouts barely audible over the noise of the cheering crowd. The hoarding shook again, and a couple of minutes later Redmond appeared followed by Wilkes.

Coach watched the two walk over, Wilkes was stretching continuously; arms, neck, shoulders, and back. He stopped in front of coach. "Everything OK?" coach asked the swimmer.

Wilkes smiled and pushed a hand through this hair. "All good coach, although the little shit put up a good fight. Have to say I enjoyed squeezing inside him."

"I don't want to know the details. You think you can win this next race?"

Wilkes felt his muscles again, "Like he says, he's strong and got stamina. With me under his skin, he'll be a winner just like me."

Coach prodded Wilkes with a finger. "Just make sure you win," he paused for a moment and then smiled. "Win this race and I give you permission to stay inside him. I hear his girlfriend is flying in tonight."

Wilkes grinned. "Fuck the girlfriend, and my boy Redmond wants a slice. I want to have to fun."

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The Scout

It’d been three days since I landed on the planet Earth. My people had sent me to scout out the planet and find out more information. Specifically about its dominant species, the humans. Despite not being the strongest or fastest creatures on their planet, they were by far the most intelligent and that led them to the top of the food chain. So much so that my people decided to keep a close eye on Earth after discovering it but there’s only so much we can find out from afar. That’s why I’m here.

Unfortunately my landing pod was knocked off course. I was supposed to land just outside a town populated with many humans but instead I landed in a mountainous area much further away. I spilled out of my pod in my purest form of living goo. No humans for miles. It was an unfortunate situation and I had no idea where to go so I had no choice but to make hosts of any other living creatures in the area.

You see that’s how my people live. In our pure forms we seem like harmless slimes but in reality it’s easy for us to seep inside the bodies of other creatures and take them over. Making them our hosts. We takeover and multiply until we’ve taken control of an entire planet. We’ve done it with many different species on many different worlds and now the humans were swiftly creeping up our list. But before that we send scouts to access the species covertly to try and figure out how they’d respond so we can report back and plan accordingly. That’s my job.

For these three days I’ve wandered aimlessly, jumping from animal to animal in an effort to find humans. Why did I have to land so far away? Eventually however, I spotted something. A dirt track of some kind. It didn’t seem natural so it had to be human-made. If so that meant sooner or later a human would come along this path. Sure it seemed like a bit of a long shot at the time but it sure as hell beat searching blindly. And what did you know… eventually it worked.

I was resting when I was awoken by the frustrated yelling of a human. Immediately I made my way towards the sound, leaving my current host in the process. Soon another I slithered down the path to find a human attempting to repair what looked to be some kind of manual transportation device.

“Shit. This always happens when I go on long cycles…” the human grumbled as it inspected one of the wheels on its contraption. Judging by the shape of its body and the tone of its voice, I could only assume it was a male. And an athletic one at that. It wore tight coverings on its body that did little to hide its musculature. It would seem that despite my bad luck so far, things were finally starting to look up as the first human I’d found was quite the specimen.

I slithered around a little more as stealthily as possible until I was finally able to get a peek at the human’s face. It was wearing what looked to be headgear of some kind as well as eye protection but I could still see that it had facial hair. From the intel I was given, that usually tends to be another trait linked to male humans. More or less confirming my assumption. Good. From what I know, in the human species anyway, the males tend to be the bigger and stronger ones making them the more ideal hosts.

That said, there was only one thing left for me to do.

Humans have many orifices that are handy for easy entry. Entering through this human male’s mouth or ears would make for a quick takeover but I was sure I��d be able to get to them easily. That said it seemed my best options were to enter through one of its lower orifices. That in mind I slowly and carefully came up behind it with my target set on its anus.

I had to admit it looked strangely inviting. I knew that some humans could have rather bulbous posteriors but seeing one in person was like admiring art. Two round muscular glutes that seemed as though they could be hard as steel while also being soft and supple at same time. Almost as if they were two large bubbly gates guarding my entrance to that body. I was…

“What the hell is that thing?!” The human exclaimed after having noticed me creeping up behind.

My train of thought was broken and suddenly my body went into autopilot. I couldn’t give this human a chance to think or escape. I needed to complete my mission. So without wasting another second I used all my strength to leap up and grab onto its thigh with my gooey form before slithering towards its backside at full speed.

“W-w-whoa what that fuck!! Get off!” It shouted at me but I was too fast and slimy for the human to grab. Within seconds I’d already reached its mountainous cheeks and quickly began seeping my body through the tight fabric that covered them. The male tried its best to stop me but its efforts were in vain as it struggled to grip onto my body in a panic. Before long I’d already seeped all the way through and had begun pressing my way between its thick glutes before finally reaching its anus.

The human continued to panic but there was nothing it could do in time to stop me from penetrating its anus. As soon as it did, its entire body seized up as it let out a deep yelp in shock. I could tell by the reaction alone that this creature hadn’t before experienced any type of anal penetration as its hole tightened in response to my invasion. Not that it would stop me. It was a tight squeeze for sure but nothing my gooey form couldn’t handle.

“No! No no no! Stop! Get out!” The creature yelled as it tried reaching back and digging its hand beneath its clothing in a desperate effort to stop me. But it was too late. With one final slurp, the last of my tiny goop body slipped inside. This human was mine.

Shortly after making my way inside, I must’ve accidentally pressed against some kind of pleasure centre in this human’s body. I wasn’t totally familiar with the inner anatomy of humans but almost immediately after entering its anus, the human seemed to let out a long guttural moan of pleasure that caused it to fall to its knees. I wasn’t sure exactly what I did but at least I was able to give this creature somewhat of a consultation before it became my newest host.

I continued my journey through the innards of this human’s body, causing it to grunt with discomfort as it fell on to all fours. Thankfully it wasn’t too difficult to manoeuvre my way up through its body. I can’t imagine it felt too pleasant for the human but since I was forced into an anal invasion, there wasn’t much I could do to help that. Fortunately before long I was sliding my way up it’s neck before slithering down any pathway I could find until I finally reached this human’s brain.

It was a beautiful sight to behold. I’d seen plenty of brains in my lifetime but the human brain was particularly gorgeous. Just looking at it I could tell it was very complex compared to most living organisms. But that only made it seem that much juicer to something like me.

Not wishing to waste anymore time than I already had, I latched onto the human’s brain and began spreading my form across it. Coating it in a layer of my own gooey form. In doing so the human swiftly began to lose control of itself. Its face likely going slack as its eyes roll back. And once I’d completely covered its brain, I seeped myself inside it. Allowing my form to be absorbed into the complex muscle where I would assume full control over this new body. Instantly the mind of this human began opening up to me. All of its thoughts, feelings and memories becoming visible. Everything this human was becoming accessible to me. And moments later, my eyes opened. My brand new human eyes.

I panted heavily as I felt the after effects of my slimy form having moved through this body moments ago but that wasn’t anything unusual. I felt my new hands pressing against the stoney path below as they held my body upright. I felt the breeze of the wind gently blowing against my new human face. I even felt a pulsing soreness coming from my asshole after that little invasion. Huh. Asshole? Is that what humans typically call an anus.

As I struggled onto my feet, legs wobbling a little as I stood, I couldn’t help noticing how the world around me however seemed much dimmer than usual. That is until I remembered I was wearing sunglasses. That’s what they were called apparently. Made to protect human eyes against the brightness of this galaxy’s star which humans simply call ‘The Sun’.

After a few seconds of stabilising myself and quickly adjusting to my new centre of gravity, I was standing tall with the body of my new male human host. No… not just a male human. A man. That’s what the humans would say. A male human is simply a man. See this is why I adore getting the chance to take over creatures with more intelligent and complex brains. They’re so much fun to poke through and become one with. And I can tell I’m only just chipping the surface.

Having taken hundreds upon hundreds of different host bodies by this point from multiple different worlds, it didn’t take long before I was controlling this body as if were my own. Stretching my new arms. Running my human hands along this torso. Feeling every curve and crevice of this new host as a way to familiarise myself with the body. Something that was easy to do thanks to the human body’s natural flexibility.

As I continued to roam this body, I began sifting through some surface level memories to find out some basics about my new host. It had a name. Ray Kellerman and it was 31 years old… no. He was 31 years old. He lived most of his life in a town not far from here where he currently lived with his female partner whom he mated with many times to have three offspring. As expected. Nearly every living creature has an innate primal desire to breed and procreate as a means to carry on their species. However, from what I can tell, humans also have other more complicated reasons to desire this. Such as a way to show their love and affection for one another by creating an offspring which is a product of such. Truly fascinating. I’m only just scraping the surface of this man’s mind and I can already tell I’ll have lots to report back with by the end of this mission.

Though as my mind lingered on the thought of breeding, one of my hands couldn’t help absentmindedly rubbing over my growing bulge containing my new genitals. My cock as most humans would say. I could feel it starting to grow as it pumped full of blood. It seemed humans were of the variety that could change the size of their genitals to fit a situation. How interesting. Though I had to admit it was becoming rather uncomfortable as my cock strained against the fabric of my cycling tights. So much so that I just couldn’t help myself.

Soon enough I was stood in the middle of an old cycle path with my rock hard human cock out for the world to see as I gently ran my hand up and down the shaft. I had to admit I was glad humans had the kinds of bodies that made masturbatory activities so easy. All I had to do was reach down and rub. And from what I could tell this cock was pretty sizable by human standards. Quite thick and about 7 and a half inches in length. According to Ray’s knowledge it wasn’t something to scoff at.

Regardless I had to admit it felt amazing to pump. And as I did, images began filling my head that felt natural to this body. Ideas of female humans. Women. The thought of their naked bodies and being able to touch them. Imagining being able to reach out and grope a large pair of breasts before sucking on the large nipples that accompanied them. Thinking of all the attractive women Ray had seen throughout his life including his partner. And before long I was jerking off hard at the thought of slotting my fat cock inside a wet pussy and filling it up with so much of my seed that soon enough I’d have another kid on the way. It seemed even his thoughts were somewhat bleeding into my own in this lustful haze I’d found myself in.

Everything about being a human felt so amazing and overwhelming at the same time. So much so that it’d only taken minutes of being in control for me to be driven to lust. So much so that I could already feel my dick growing close as these human balls got ready to blow. At the same time however it just seemed so amusing to me that creatures like humans could be so intelligent yet have so much potential to be controlled by their sexual desires at the same time. That’ll be something interesting to note when I report back as well.

The visuals of attractive women flashing through my mind was beginning to drive me wild. My new human male brain was loving it. So much so that my grip on my cock tightened as my pace sped up. Fat balls bouncing with every stroke as I continued to daydream about using my new body to breed. However as my brain seemed to be occupied with thoughts and desires of fucking women, suddenly I found my free hand wandering towards my backside. Without even thinking I started to grope my new human ass. Squeezing it with glee as I then found myself thinking back to how bubbly and enchanting it looked just before I took over this body. And as I did my fantasies began to take a small turn.

Before all I could imagine were hot women I wanted to fuck. Now however I suddenly began to notice a few hunky men appearing alongside them. And manly men at that. Ones with thick muscular bodies, hairy chests and sexy beards. Pretty much the complete opposite of the women I’d been imagining and yet this body craved them just as much. The thought of bending over another man that appeared to be bigger and more masculine than Ray and ramming this cock inside his asshole seemed intoxicating. Hearing him moan out in a deep gravelly voice as I stretch him out and make him beg for my load. Just the mere thought made me want to-

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkk…” I groaned for the first time as my cock spurted a fat load all over the bike path. Cock bucking excitedly as it released every last drop. I had to admit that the human orgasm felt pretty damn good. Besides that it would seem I stumbled across a part of Ray’s sexuality he’d been trying to suppress.

Don’t misunderstand, it’s clear to me as a being that jumps from host to host that sexuality like this is almost always a spectrum. Though naturally it’s more common for a creature to feel a much stronger attraction to those of its species which it can breed and reproduce with. However equally there are plenty that experience attraction to those of their race of which they can’t reproduce with. For example a human male being attracted to another human male. Though in Ray’s case, it would seem he experiences an almost equal amount of attraction for both men and women. However for one reason or another he grew up suppressing the side of himself that was attracted to men…

I took a deep breath before pulling my cycling tights back up and over my cock again as it slowly shrunk back to its flaccid size. As I did, I couldn’t help letting a smile firm across my face. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed a body this much in such a short time. With all these complex feelings and emotions swirling around in this human brain, I couldn’t wait to pick at it some more and see what else I could find out. My mind was already picking up on a lot of things subconsciously which was made obvious with how I was beginning to think more like a human.

With that I knew the next step was to try and integrate myself into human society and try to get a first hand experience of it. Before I could do that though, I needed to return to Ray’s home. My gaze turned to the bike laying on the side of the path. My new host brain was telling me it had a puncture in the back tire but thankfully I had a patch kit for it. I have to admit it took awhile for me to figure out how to fix it. Having the knowledge is one thing but actually doing it is another. In the end however I did a good enough job to get me home at least.

Once there I was greeted by an empty house. According to my memories, my wife was still at work and the children were at school so I had the house to myself for a few hours. Perfect. This would give me the perfect opportunity to familiarise myself with my new life. Perhaps do some meditation to tap even deeper into my host’s brain as well. Dig up as much information as I can.

Though in the meantime as I slid off my tight cycling uniforms, I couldn’t help thinking back on those repressed feelings of bisexuality this body had. It was highly intriguing to me that humans lived in a society where some felt the need to do that. Why repress something so natural? I suppose it was something I’d find reasons too the more I dug into this brain. That said I can’t shake the desire to explore these repressed feelings. Though something is telling me it would be taboo to be intimate with another human while I have a wife… Oh well. I’m sure I could find a way to be stealthy about it. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her right? I’ll just have to make sure I don’t get too distracted by fucking burly men to complete my mission…

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For @lievrehare for winning the August MMC!

Carter and Vince were brothers, and the best of friends. Their incredible bond confused everyone else around them, thinking they were ‘involved’ with each other. However, they didn’t care. They played baseball together for the high school team, jammed in a band together, even shared a bedroom still. Vince always loved to remind Carter that he is the older by thirteen minutes, and was clearly a bit more outgoing than his quiet, reserved brother. Now, Brad and Thad were also brothers. However, they were the opposite of Carter and Vince. Outwardly, they had no love for each other, and in fact would roughhouse often in public. Yet, privately, they were going hot and heavy every night. They were the school bullies, big wrestler jocks who terrorized everyone they met; and they used their wrestling to every advantage. Unfortunately, these terrible two had come across a grimoire 5 feet below their backwoods country farm. Inside it, a majority of the text was unreadable. And yet, the only page that was decipherable was ‘carmine in possessionem,’ or the spell of possession. After using Google Translate, they realized exactly what kind of mischief they were going to get into.

Carter and Vince were walking home from winning the big game, and they were clearly ecstatic. “Well dude, I think we did just fine,” said Vince, tossing his arm around his ‘little’ bro, beaming with pride.

“Yeah, man. You knocked that home run like it was meant to be!” Carter pined. They turned onto the back alleyway leading to their home, the sides of the street lined with garages, cars, and garbage cans. It wasn’t until they were outside their own garage that they noticed they were being followed. Immediately, the two gigantic silhouettes identified themselves as Thad and Brad.

“Hey, faggots. Nice home run tonight, faggot. You swing a lot in your brother’s batter box?” Vince began to run toward Thad, who stood there clearly unphased. Right as he was about to take a swing at Thad’s smug jaw, he stopped in his tracks, frozen. Carter stood shaking, terrified for his brother’s well being. Calling out his name held no sway with him. He could barely make out Thad whispering into his ear. With that, Vince turned and stood astute before his brother, completely entranced.

“I’m fine, you faggot.” Vince said with no inflection whatsoever. “Why don’t you get over here and suck my giant musky cock?” Carter teared up a bit, confused by his brother’s hurtful words. Thad and Chad began to slowly walk towards him, throwing their arms around Vince’s shoulder.

“Yeah, Carter. Don’t keep him waiting.” Chad said, with malice in his eyes. Thad raised up Vince’s dark gray shirt and took a giant whiff of his armpits. “Whoa, man. Do you guys not shower after you fuck in the locker room? He totally reeks.” Carter knew that something was terribly wrong. His brother would never speak to him like that, and never let anyone manhandle him.

“What did you do to him?” He shouted, his voice audibly quivering. Chad laughed, and looked at his brother knowingly.

“He’s our bitch now. He does what we tell him, when we tell him. But honestly, Carter, we want more.” Thad smirked and turned the seemingly braindead Vince toward him, as Chad rubbed his meaty hands together. The sight was more than ominous: the two gigantic, buff twins, flanking his brother. In a split second, everything changed. Chad took his gigantic arms and thrust them into his brothers back, his body giving way to Chad’s force. Chad moaned a few “oh yeahs,” and continued working his way into Vince’s significantly smaller frame. Carter stood petrified with fear, unable to scream or even breathe. As the last of Chad’s monstrous body was sucked into Vince’s with a loud, wet ‘schloop,’ Carter threw up all over the side street. Vince looked at his brother with a malignant smirk, and began to passionately make out with Thad. Groping and tugging and licking. Eventually, Vince turned back to his brother, and shouted, “Hey Carter, check this out!” He grasped Thad by the shoulders and pulled him into a bear hug. Carter could see his brother’s body absorbing Thad now, pulling the arms and legs into his own, as if he were a costume. The moaning and screaming from the clearly euphoric scene became so loud the neighborhood began to turn on their lights. Thad was enveloped completely in minutes. Eventually, Carter could not hold in his terror anymore. He fell to his knees, and cried out his brother’s name.

Striding over to Carter, Vince licked his lips, clearly not in control of himself. “What do you think, Carts? I feel filled to the brim. I was worried for a minute, about those two gigantic guys getting into my skinny ass faggot body. But I feel so tight inside. Maybe you could help your big bro loosen up a bit?” Carter stared into his brother’s eyes, no longer the beautiful light green they used to be, but one colored dark brown, and the other hazel: Thad and Chad’s eyes. He felt lost, and confused. However, the strangely soothing feeling from his brother’s velvety voice being so forceful suddenly became so intoxicating. Vince tightly grasped his brother’s face, and pulled him into a sloppy kiss, his tongue invading Carter’s mouth. With every touch, Carter felt himself floating away, lost in the moment. By the time Vince pulled away, all that was left of Carter was an obedient, pliant shell. He had no will of his own, no thoughts of his own. “There we go, little brother. Now time for dinner.” Pulling Carter from the ground, Vince pulled down his pants and stuck Carter’s face in between his smelly, sweaty ass cheeks. The neighbors now watching from their windows, as the Carter ate his brother’s ass, Vince moaning in pleasure. Now the two barely go to school, Vince makes enough money from the insane drug deals he makes as a thug, always accompanied by his silent and ever obedient little brother.

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