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[possessionymas]

Training The Taken

My bugs have done it.

I can’t believe it actually worked. I mean, I hoped it would when I snuck those five tiny bugs out of the meteor sample at the lab. They looked so weak. But now? They’re inside the bodies of the five hot studs playing football at the court near my house.

The five of them. Standing shirtless. Still. Eyes glazed. Muscles glistening with sweat.

I’ve been watching them play football from behind the fence earlier. They were loud, sweaty, and full of themselves, playing shirtless like the studs they knew they were. They were having a good time. But now it's my time to have a good time.

The tallest one in black shorts and a thigh tattoo is my neighbor's hot son. We never really talked, but I know his name is Matias. He’s towering, confident, and his legs are built from years of playing football. Matias and his hot friends were known troublemakers around the neighborhood. And I also believe they were part of a gang.

I freed the alien bugs right there on the court, let them scurry out of the container and crawl toward each jock. Then I backed off and just watched. It started slow. One of the guys falls to the ground, grabbing his head. Another groans and collapses to his knees. One by one, they fall, convulsing and shaking violently. The bugs are already inside their heads, turning their brains into nothing but dead matter, with the only purpose of controlling their bodies.

Suddenly, all five of them stood back up. Silent. Controlled. Their eyes were now lifeless. Then, they follow me to my house.

Now here they are, standing in front of me.

I step closer. Matias is taller than the rest, pure muscle and arrogance—except all of that is gone now.

I walk right up to him and press my face into his sweaty armpits, dragging my tongue slowly. The salt and musk coat my taste buds, and I moan into his armpits as I lick higher, cleaning every inch of his hard pecs with long, hungry strokes. His chest twitches slightly under my tongue when I latch on to one of his nipples, but he doesn’t move.

Then I kiss him passionately. My lips crash into his, and though the alien doesn’t respond, I don’t care. I shove my tongue into his mouth, exploring every inch of the warm, unresponsive wet space. The alien inside him lets me do whatever I want.

Panting, I pull back, my hands trembling as I hook my fingers into the waistband of his black shorts and tug them down. His cock flops out, thick and heavy, coated in sweat from the game. I drop to my knees and just stare for a second. His cock and balls are perfect. Covered in the scent of a long game. I lean in, burying my nose into his sweaty balls, letting the smell of him fill my lungs. This alone is enough to make him hard. So I start sucking his cock. Slow at first, letting my lips savor the shape, the salt, the sweat. I lick under his balls, drag my tongue along the base of his shaft, and take him deeper. My nose presses against his groin. I moan around him, worshiping every inch. My spit mixes with his sweat as I bob up and down, completely lost in it.

I glance up.

Matias is looking down at me with innocent, confused eyes. Like he doesn’t understand what I’m doing. Just like the other four.

Then I notice the movement under their shorts. All four of Matias’s hot friends are sporting growing hard-ons, their cocks twitching as I suck their friend. The bugs are connected. Somehow, they’re all feeling the pleasure I’m giving Matias's alien.

The four young men gather around me as I suck Matias, standing in a tight circle. They look down at me with those same blank, glazed-over eyes—totally obedient.

One by one, they reach for their shorts, tugging them down slowly. Thick, throbbing cocks spring free, also glistening with sweat from the soccer match. The aliens inside them want to feel what Matias's alien is feeling as well.

They don't speak. They don't need to. Their twitching erections say everything. The connection between them is undeniable—the pleasure shared. They want it. And I want to give it to them.

So I move to the next hot stud—a cute stud with dyed hair—and take his huge cock into my mouth, savoring the tang of sweat and musk that clings to his thick shaft. I moan around him as I drag my tongue under his balls, inhaling deeply as I worship him with my mouth. He doesn't flinch. He just watches, eyes dazed, cock pulsing.

Then I move to the third, then the fourth. Two are cut, three are uncut. But they’re all huge. I bury my face in their crotches, lick their balls, swallow their thick lengths, making obscene noises as I service each one.

When I finally finish with the last one, my face is sticky with sweat and spit, and my throat aches in the best way.

I then sit on the couch, legs spread, hand wrapped around my painfully hard cock, stroking it slowly. The five hot, naked young men kneel in a line on the floor in front of me. Their muscular bodies are sweatiest than before as each one copies my movements exactly—stroking their cocks in perfect unison, their eyes locked on mine. Observing.

"Good boys," I whisper, moaning. "This is called masturbation, it feels good, doesn't it?"

The aliens didn't respond, but I know they're enjoying it because just like that—they all start cumming at the same time. Grunts escape their lips as they shoot thick ropes of cum across my living room floor, bodies jerking slightly as they unload everything. It’s so synchronized, so surreal, so fucking hot.

As soon as they’re done, they drop onto all fours, crawling around, licking the floor clean. They lap up each other’s cum, their tongues darting out, moaning softly. No hesitation. Just pure alien instinct.

The sight of it pushes me over the edge.

I groan loudly as I cum, my load splashing onto the floor. The five of them instantly notice the new addition. They crawl toward me on all fours and begin licking my cum off the floor. One handsome young man with a neck tattoo starts licking my cock for anything left. I just can't help but grab his head and force him to take everything into his tight throat. The others watch with attention, as if they're fascinated by the act. Some even start to chuckle.

So when the neck tatted stud pulls out, the one with a chest and arm tattoo takes his place and swallows every inch. I just sit relaxed as the aliens make each young man take me down their throats as if that's a fun new game between them.

Next, they follow me to my room. Their hard, throbbing cocks bounce with every step, their blank faces showing no emotion, no resistance. Just quiet, obedience, and curiosity. Once inside, I decide to start the next lesson. They’re all watching me, silently waiting. So I pick Matias first.

"Alright my boys, the next activity is called 'fucking'. And it's a lot more fun than masturbation."

I guide Matias to the bed, and he climbs on without a word. I position him on his back, his sculpted body spread across my sheets, legs lifting up slowly as I direct them. His muscular thighs are raised, ass exposed, and his cock is still hard, resting against his abs. He stares at me with those cute alien eyes.

Time to teach them about how to really have a good time. My shaft is all lubed from their throat juices, so I line myself up and slide my dick into his tight, virgin ass. He doesn't flinch. The alien inside him just lets me in, his hole clenching around me as I start thrusting roughly.

The other four alien-controlled studs watch from the edge of the bed with curious, silent focus. They don’t speak, but they understand. The bugs inside them learn by watching.

I point at two of them—the fit stud with dyed blond hair and the tall one with a neck tattoo. They immediately climb onto the bed on either side of Matias, lying back, legs lifted and spread for the remaining two. The other two studs move without hesitation, getting between their legs, cocks already rock hard and leaking. They position themselves, watching me thrust in and out of Matias, and start mimicking my movements.

Soon, the room is full of heavy breathing, skin slapping against skin, and the smell of sweat. Our hips moved together like a choreographed routine, and I was the choreographer. I was the only one moaning for a while, but that slowly started to change because they started to mimic my moans. Every time I moan in pleasure, they all mimic the same moan in unison. It's all weirdly arousing. I'm in heaven. Watching them learn, watching them mimic, feeling them all fuck together in perfect sync...

I take my time, switching positions, taking turns. I fuck each one of them. Their bodies are perfect and completely mine to enjoy.

Hours later, I collapse exhausted in the middle of the bed, panting, as the five naked, young, brainless friends fuck each other around me.

My alien pets have learned well. And I still have so much more to teach.

[possessionymas]

Not Your Husband

“Sorry lady, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Your husband? Lady, I’m gay. Like I’d ever let a girl touch my junk. I’m all about sucking cock and having twinks bouncing on mine.”

“No, there’s nothing wrong with me. I’m just telling you I’m not your boyfriend and I never have been. What’s so difficult to understand about that?”

“Okay, you’re just fucking with me now, right? I’m not some bank manager and I never have been. Why the fuck would I do something boring like that when I’m not even that good at math, huh? You must have me confused with somebody else.”

“No, my name is Jaden Sacks. Who the fuck is John Swill? He sounds like an asshole. I’m twenty-six, not thirty-nine and I’ve never been married in my life. Why is that so hard to accept?”

“Okay ma’am, you’re really going to have to leave now. Stop screaming, you’re scaring our paying members. This is really bad for our business. This is a men-only gym, it says it right there on the door. Come back when you have a dick and a working brain, okay? Now get the hell out of here before I have to call the cops!”

Oh Jaden, if only you knew everything that woman just told you was right. You really did used to be John Swill, a bank manager nearing his forties who signed up to my gym when you started going through a mid-life crisis. Now you have that hot body you were looking far and a second chance at your youth but it comes at a price, of course! I don’t let straight guys work for me and you’re far too pretty now to believe you belong to anybody other than me.

Now why don’t you step into my office and show me those gains you’re so proud of, hmm? I can tell you’re pretty shaken up after that crazy lady harassed you earlier… why don’t I give you something to take your mind off of it? Wouldn’t you like that?

There’s a good boy.

[possessionymas]

The Control

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The Control

A Switch Up's Spin Off

I had been a teacher for at least 12 years, and I had never met anyone as annoying, arrogant, and a jerk as Troy was.

One of my worst students, part of the athletic team, with a rock-bottom GPA but with his parents' big checkbook that made school administration always agree to inflate his grades, with the excuse that "he was an excellent athlete".

He showed no respect or consideration for my class, I don't think any of them, except for sports, where he excelled. Ending up sweaty and stinky, leaving an unpleasant stench behind him. 

I tried so many times to guide him the right way, receiving only derisive laughter, some: "None of your business, old man," or seeing his eyes roll before refusing to leave scratching his balls. I was sick of him, but what else could I do? He was an unpleasant student, and that like any other, he would end up graduating to leave me alone. Although, the days went on forever with him, I always believed that a good education and communication could help anyone, but Troy was the exception, the damn Achilles heel in my hopes.

There was a major exam that day, practically at least 50% of the grade in the subject. And again, Troy didn't care at all.

- Come on Troy - I tried to encourage him, even if it was a push - It's not that hard, just try a little, I know you can.

I tried to form a smile, but only noticed his annoyed frown.

- Who cares about this? I have better things to do.

He muttered, throwing the exam on the floor and letting out a light chuckle, even his friends seconded him.

- Troy, pick up that test. Right now.

He looked at me defiantly.

- Or what?

- Pick it up, now.

He panted lightly. Before he let out a thunderous flatulence, which made him smirk, his friends burst out laughing. Enough.

- TROY, YOU'LL BE IN DETENTION FOR A WHOLE MONTH AFTER SCHOOL!

I don't think I've ever yelled like that in my entire career. I had never been so upset, I heard some booing but I didn't care, that guy needed discipline. The end of the day was approaching, some students said goodbye to me and then left, that's when I noticed Troy getting up to get his things.

- Where do you think you're going? I told you there would be detention.

He denied with a derisive laugh.

- Detention? Nah, that's ridiculous, I'm out of here.

I placed myself between the door to block the way, he just looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

- Look, Mr. Graham... I suggest you get out of the way.

- I beg your pardon? - I couldn't handle the insolence of this brat.

- I said, I suggest you remove yourself, or well, at least if you don't want a complaint directly from the parent council, which will possibly lower your pay and... I don't know. Maybe ruin your reputation.

This damn...

I let out a sigh, ending up stepping aside, he smiled victoriously, looking at me from head to toe, denying.

- Loser.

He said before walking away. I was irate, I went back to my desk to grab my stuff, that's when I noticed something out of place: a remote control.

It didn't look like it was from a TV or something, more like a garage; I took it in my hands to examine it, noticing that it had a note on the front: "Yellow button first, then green. And run"

I raised my eyebrow in confusion, was it a joke? I felt a tingling in my fingers, like some kind of foreboding, it had surely been that brat. I ran out, trying to find him, I just noticed he was about to leave, so I picked up the pace.

He was way ahead of me but I was fed up, I didn't care if he complained, he was spoiled. He needed a lesson. I noticed him walking down a shortcut into the woods, disinterested in his headphones; his parents lived in a luxurious house hidden in the middle of the greenery, it even started to rain.

- Troy! - He stopped for a second, but when he noticed me, he moved forward again, raising his middle finger at me. I continued to pick up the pace, still feeling a tingling in my fingers, right in the hand where I have the control.

《 Yellow button 》 - repeated in my mind, I pointed it at him, pressed the button, then slowly brought the control closer to me, and then. Green button.

It was like feeling an intense fall, almost like a roller coaster, I felt a different weight, lighter, even how... liberating.

I felt some music playing, it seemed to be something like rap, a displeased grimace formed on my lips.

I took off my headphones, turned to find my own body looking at itself in confusion, it was looking around completely absorbed, control in hand. My breathing slowed, now I understood - run - I remembered.

I swallowed my saliva, running towards him to snatch the control from him at once, I took advantage of my newfound agility, it felt so cool! As soon as I had it in my hands, I pushed him to start running towards the forest, I heard a couple of screams asking me to go back but I just accelerated, feeling my new legs hitting the ground, with wide strides until all external noise faded away, there was only the rain

I looked down, finding a thinner frame, I brought my hands curiously to my pectorals, feeling them.

- Holy shit... - I muttered.

I used to have a good body, I couldn't complain at all in that regard but this was very different. I had always been scrawny, I grabbed muscle until I was past college, so to find myself in a body this worked out and young, it was so different.

I slowly unzipped the jacket Troy was wearing, noticing that there was nothing underneath.

- Indecent... - I murmured with a mocking smile, I brought my hands to his pecs, feeling them bounce, the water falling against my skin and sliding down to my abs, a smile was drawn on my face.

I couldn't find the words to explain what I felt, it was a sensation full of surprise, euphoria and I don't know what else, the power of my new muscles, the agility and speed I could feel in my legs, no more back pain, no more nothing, just strength.

- Let's see what's underneath...

I mumbled to slide the jacket down my arms, leaving only a pair of shorts he was wearing. It was an odd combination of clothes, though, well, I expected nothing less from Troy.

I raised my arms to flex those thick biceps, they looked so big, strong, imposing even. A thought crossed my mind where I felt he was somewhat right to be this arrogant. With those attributes, I think anyone could be at his feet (or maybe women only, because there was quite a history of Troy's love interests, according to what the school corners were saying), which was a pity, because guys would go crazy over this. I took off my shoes, feeling the cold grass under my feet, wow. Yes they were huge, I inhaled softly, noticing that bad smell that was classic Troy, although now it smelled very different, it smelled... Good.

I gasped slightly, having to sit on a nearby log, I couldn't quite understand what this acquired urge was, but it seemed almost intoxicating, faint but steady, seeming to make its way from the shadows. Until settling into the rigidity of my new tool, I didn't think clearly, only my hand placing itself directly against it to caress and rub it, I moaned softly, closing my eyes and surrendering to the pleasure.

I bit my lower lip, was it okay for me to do it here? In the middle of... something public?

I thought about how perfectly someone might come along and see me, I thought I would be embarrassed by such a thought, but it was a completely different outcome. I felt even... excited. Wouldn't it be great if someone could see me? All the sculpted glory of this body, firm as wood, mfh. I continued to speed up the movement against my manhood, letting out only small gasps, sticking out my tongue even, tense my feet as I felt the balls bounce up and down from the inertia until I ended up exploring. It was chaos, I traced a smile to take a little of that substance until I put a finger in my mouth, it tasted delicious.

I went back to the forest, putting on my jacket and putting the control in the pocket of it, I was not sure where to go, but it was as if the mere muscular memory of Troy's body guided me, in a matter of minutes, I was in front of his house. And just the same, by pure intuition, I knew where to look to find the key and turn the doorknob. His house was huge, well arranged, with some modern touches, I took off my jacket again to move forward with my pectorals in the air. Delighting in the feeling of power that emanated every time I widened my torso.

I advanced through the rooms until I reached one in particular, I turned on the light, it turned different colors. It was a large room, full of different things like posters, video games, sporting goods, and of course. That bad smell, that penetrating stench that seemed to come from everywhere, dirty clothes piled up, a basket of sweaty clothes bursting, some sports uniforms.

I slowly approached the mirror, smiling.

- Not bad, Troy...

I muttered with a chuckle, took one of the stinking clothes in my hands to take a strong puff, it even stung in my nose from how bad it smelled, but I wanted more. I longed for more...

I took sniff after sniff, as if the scent wasn't enough, hitting the smelly fabric, the stench clouding my mind, I raised both arms to flex them hard.

- My name is Troy, I'm a narcissistic asshole, don't you want to bury your face in my armpit?

I said in a deep tone, letting out a slight arrogant laugh, continue flexing and touching, looking straight into the mirror, lifting my armpits to lick them.

- Fuck, Troy, you sure were a jackpot.

Weeks passed, I adapted well to my new life, there were still vestiges of that arrogance that my new body gave off, but I tried to control them. I improved my grades, I had more respect for the teachers and their classes, although there was certainly something I could not change no matter how much I wanted to. The stench.

My new armpits, balls, and sweaty feet, the stench I loved... I tried so many times to change that habit but it was impossible, my nose would go crazy at the slightest trace of athletic exertion, not just mine, but any other kind. Which made sports practices quite... curious. Rumor quickly spread that Troy was gay, which I affirmed because. Well, now that it was my body, what was the point in hiding it?

I went to parties, kissed a lot of boys, was popular and a good student, I never in my wildest dreams thought I had all that. It was quite a challenge to "go back", of course I knew a lot of things, sometimes the classes were so boring and monotonous, but I tried to see the good side of things. How many had opportunities like this?

To be able to live it all over again. With many more facilities like social status, this body with its sporting abilities (and the stench...), also money. Especially the money.

Do you think that with a teacher's salary I would have been able to go on vacation to the beach? Not at all!

I loved my new life, I had discovered certain tastes that at the beginning I might have found repugnant but now, I loved it too much. (Although sometimes it brought problems, not being able to keep my nose away from my feet for a long time, for example).

It had its good things too though. On my trip to the beach, I was licking and sticking my nose to the bottom of my foot like frantic, I needed that smell like the world was going to end. I thought no one saw me until one of the waiters came up to me, I thought he was about to pull me out of the place but instead he knelt down, and started licking my feet!

It was great...

I could get used to this new life, who knows. I might even share the secret of the remote control with other teachers who, like me, would surely prefer to have a second chance in better bodies. And, it wouldn't be so bad for the students, I mean... Troy, or now "Graham", quite enjoyed his new body, he gave up teaching, of course, he couldn't stand having to put up with what he used to do, but. He found his way into very... special movies.

So yeah, I guess I could use the control to... Holy crap! Where is it?! I thought I left it in my jacket, I must have dropped it in the neighborhood. Shit!

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[possessionymas]

“Oh yeahh! Now this is what I’m talking about!” The possessed hunk flexed his huge arms and walked onto the balcony of ‘his’ new flat. He stood overlooking the busy streey below in nothing but some tight undies. He loved the feeling of having such a big, strong fleshie body again, especially someone this attractive.

He cleared his throat until his voice was a perfect copy of Julien’s. A big smile crept across his face as he realized he could now perfectly imitate his sexy host’s mannerisms.

“Man, I could get used to this! Think our girlfriend will have any idea her boy Julien is actually possessed by a geeky white boy? Nah, I’m not gonna ruin your life dude, just enjoy myself. A secret grindr account never hurt anyone though!”

‘Julien’ walked back inside his flat and started to make a new account on his phone. “Oh and sorry bro, I’m totally a bottom too.”

[possessionymas]

Fugitive From Outer Space — Part 1

I lived in this old cabin near the woods. No nosy neighbors. No traffic. Just birds, wind, and the occasional howl at night. The internet’s shit, but I don’t mind. Solitude suits me, I just hate dealing with people. But sometimes I couldn't help but wonder... would it be that bad to share this cabin with someone else?

One lonely morning, I was sitting at the counter sipping my hot black coffee, lazily spooning oatmeal into my mouth, when the news anchor’s voice pulled my attention back to the TV screen.

"The search continues today for Jeremy Cale, a 32-year-old firefighter and father of two, who vanished without a trace during an early morning jog last Sunday.

Cale was last seen around 5:30 a.m. leaving his home in the Oakridge neighborhood, wearing a gray hoodie and black running shorts. According to family members, this was part of his usual routine—but this time, he never returned.

Local and state authorities have been working around the clock, combing nearby trails and wooded areas, while also reviewing surveillance footage and following up on community tips.

Jeremy’s family is pleading with the public for any information that might lead to his whereabouts. If you saw anything unusual in the area last Sunday morning, or have any relevant information, you’re urged to contact the police department or local Crime Stoppers line.

Again, Jeremy Cale is 32 years old, approximately 6 feet tall, with short brown hair and blue eyes. He is a respected member of the local fire department and a devoted father. His disappearance has shaken the community—and many are hoping for his safe return."

A picture flashed on screen of Jeremy. Shirtless, smiling, flanked by his wife and two kids at what looked like some summer lake trip. The man was fit. Square jaw, perfect beard. He was really hot—I thought as I took another sip of my coffee.

"Mr. Cale's last known location was near the forest trail on Lark Pine Road," the anchor added. I looked out my window. Lark Pine was practically my backyard.

I lived near a small town, where the most shocking news would be of a raccoon that bit an old lady. So, a man suddenly going missing was like a huge deal, becoming the only subject for the entire week among the citizens... Me? Honestly, I had better things to worry about, like finishing the new season of my favorite show.

Later that day, as I was watching my show, I heard a loud knock at the back door. Knocking was actually a kind term; it was more like someone trying to break in. So I grabbed a baseball bat—just for precaution. No one ever visits me out here, and I don't have friends or family. The UPS guy leaves packages at the front door, and even raccoons know to steer clear. Either that was a bear wanting to eat me, or a robber—I didn't know which one was worse. I slowly cracked the door open. And nearly dropped dead.

Standing on my back door, completely naked, was Jeremy Cale. The missing firefighter. But he didn't have the warm smile from the family photo I saw on the News earlier. His face was blank, his body was covered with sweat, and his muscles glistened. And yeah—he was huge. Everywhere.

I didn’t know where to look first. My mouth opened, but no words came out. Jeremy scratched the back of his head.

"What planet am I?"

I blinked, confused. That was a question I never thought I would have to answer. "Jeremy, you..."

"Planet Jeremy—what a peculiar name." He said in an emotionless voice.

"No, you are Jeremy Cale. Your family has been looking for you! Are you okay?"

"So that's how my vessel is called? I don't care about how he is called. I want to know what planet I am on."

"You're on planet... Earth?" I answered, now seriously fearing he had hit his head while jogging and gone completely insane. Jeremy looked behind him for a few seconds, as if he was unsafe, then turned back to me. Those vulnerable, yet empty eyes stared right back at me.

"I need to come inside your primitive ship." Without another word, Jeremy walked right past me and into the house. Just like that. Like he owned the place. My brain froze, trying to catch up. I should’ve said something—asked something—but all I could do was turn around as he passed me. And I caught a full view of his perfect ass.

Jesus Christ. It was sweaty and muscular, just like the rest of his body. He walked slowly, taking in the surroundings of my cabin, completely unbothered by the fact that he was naked in a stranger's house. Then, finally, he turned to me. "I am not Jeremy," he said plainly. "Not anymore. I am an alien lifeform. A neural crawler. I entered this vessel through the ear canal and migrated to the brain, where I now reside and control all his biological functions."

I laughed, not because it was funny, but because I didn't know what else to do. At that moment, I thought he was crazy, or maybe I was going crazy myself.

"Okay, Jeremy... sure. Maybe let’s get you some clothes and water first? Maybe call someone to help you, does that sound good?" I reached for my phone, but before I could unlock it, Jeremy took the phone from my hand and threw it on the floor, smashing it into pieces. I took a few steps back, scared for my safety. Jeremy, the family man, had gone completely insane.

"I didn't mean to scare you. But no one can know I'm here." Watching the fear on my face, Jeremy tilted his head slightly like a curious dog. "You don't believe me, do you? Let me show you." Then he opened his mouth and a tiny blue alien creature hopped off and landed on his finger.

"HOLY SHIT!" I shouted. "What is that?"

"This is my real form. I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to stay in the safety of your primitive ship." Jeremy spoke in a robotic voice, "I can control my vessels even when I'm out of them. I can't speak your language, but this vessel will translate automatically everything I send to its brain. He's not the real Jeremy anymore, but a dead husk that only serves me."

"I can't believe this..." was all I could mutter.

"You still don't believe me?" Jeremy asked.

"I do believe you! It was just a way of... anyway, how did you turn Jeremy into... this?" I asked, slowly approaching Jeremy. I caressed his handsome, bearded blank face, pulling his eyelids a bit, to check his eyes—his pupils were unmoving. I then gently opened his mouth to inspect inside.

"My spaceship just crashed on this primitive planet, and I was in search of a vessel to use as a ship for protection," Jeremy explained as I caressed his sweaty chest. "That's when I saw this human running. I quickly jumped on his body and took him over. He was wearing some weird uncomfortable fake skin, so I ripped that off to show his natural body. Much better, don't you agree?" Jeremy asked, gently putting the tiny alien on his shoulder and then giving me a double biceps pose, his cock swinging at the small shift.

"That 'second skin' is called clothes. And you need to wear them if you want to pass as a human. Believe me, a guy walking naked here is just as alien as a real alien like yourself."

"I didn't know that. My kind never wore clothes." Jeremy looked around the cabin, he grabbed a mug from a shelf, inspected it for a while, and then dropped it on the floor, breaking it into pieces.

"There it goes my favorite mug. Can you please stop breaking my stuff?"

"Do you live in this ship alone?"

"This is my house. And yes, I live here by myself."

"Why don't you live together with the others of your species? Are you an outcast, just like me?"

"You could say that... I'm different from most. I'm attracted to the same sex of my 'species' and that's not very much accepted around here... Hey, I didn't ask your name, like, your REAL name." I asked, looking straight at the tiny alien on his shoulder.

Jeremy smiled, "You can call me Lazul."

"Nice to meet you, Lazul. I'm Remy." I suddenly frowned as I felt a smell. "What is this smell?" I sniffed the air again and then realized that the strong smell was coming from Jeremy's body. "When was the last time you showered Jeremy, Lazul?"

"Showered? My species doesn't need to shower, we lick ourselves clean."

"Well, Jeremy is still very much a human, if you're staying at my place, you will have to follow my rules, so I will give him a bath. Follow me to the bathroom."

"No, I'm not doing that," He said, crossing his arms.

"Can't you lick him clean then? Like you said your species does?" I tried to argue.

"I'm too tiny, I can't lick a vessel this big, but you are half his size. You could use your tongue to clean him if his smell bothers you so much." Jeremy sat down on my couch, his broad, muscular body sinking into the cushions, with Lazul, sitting confidently on his shoulder like a commander. I watched, still a little stunned, as the alien casually raised his tiny arms—and, as if tethered by invisible strings, Jeremy followed suit.

His expression kept blank as he lifted his muscular arms up over his head, exposing his hairy, sweat-slicked armpits. The rich, earthy musk hit me like a wave. Lazul's words came from Jeremy's lips in that robotic tone, "I believe this is the primary source of the odor you mentioned. You should begin here."

I swallowed hard. My cock throbbed as I stepped closer, drawn by the scent. I sat on his side and leaned in, burying my face in the soft, wet jungle of hair under his right pit. It was pungent, masculine, and intoxicating. My tongue darted out, licking up the sweat. Jeremy didn’t move. He remained still, blank-eyed, arms held high.

As I licked, I watched Lazul climb down Jeremy’s chest like a tiny explorer scaling a sweaty cliffside. He made his way over Jeremy’s defined abs, then stopped at the base of his thick, flaccid cock. Lazul threw a leg over it and sat on it like it was a beast to ride. Then he slapped it, making Jeremy's cock twitch, then swell with blood. Slowly, like something coming to life, it grew. Seven... Eight... Nine inches. Thick. Veiny. Cut. The skin stretched tight as Lazul hugged the shaft, his little, long arms wrapping around it.

Lazul then crawled toward the head and, with no hesitation, slid headfirst into Jeremy's slit. I gasped, pausing in my licking. Jeremy moaned deeply, a low, brainless groan vibrating from his throat. The sight of it—the huge cock pulsing, the alien disappearing inside like a worm entering its burrow—was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

I knelt between Jeremy’s thighs and moved down, licking and worshipping his musky balls, savoring the strong taste. Lazul’s tiny blue head popped back out of the slit, blinking at me.

"What are you doing in there?" I asked.

Jeremy's mouth opened, and he spoke, "I feed on a substance similar to your species' semen. But I always find it hard to make this vessel expel the semen, so I have to crawl to the main source where the semen is stored."

"There's an easier way, you know?" I said, slowly inserting a finger into Jeremy's tight hole, Jeremy remained sitting frozen. I then ordered Lazul to make him play with his nipples as I inserted a second finger. In less then three minutes, I had four fingers inside him, Jeremy became overwhelmed by so much pleasure and started cumming.

"This is amazing. You made him expel everything!" And then Lazul disappeared back inside with a wet plop.

**TWO WEEKS LATER**

He stayed in my cabin the entire time, he was forbidden to come out. Jeremy's body, sweaty and naked, became a common view. It was bizarre at first—eating breakfast while a lifeless-eyed firefighter sat across from me, robotically spooning cereal into his mouth as an alien had breakfast with his cum. But the more time we spent together, the more... intimate it became. Lazul had no idea how to be human. He didn’t even know what cereal was. He didn't have Jeremy's memories, just control over his body. He said he still had to learn how to absorb human memories. So every reaction had to be learned, every muscle movement practiced.

I taught him everything.

We spent hours talking. He listened intently. I told him about Earth: its food, its people, its languages, its rules. But mostly, I taught him about pleasure. Sexual pleasure. Lazul was fascinated by how much sensation human males could experience.

We tried every position I could think of. Missionary, doggy, reverse cowgirl with me on top of Jeremy's strong thighs, even standing up against the wall. Lazul always watched from within, fascinated by the way Jeremy's body reacted to touch and friction. He would moan in Jeremy’s deep voice, sometimes awkward, sometimes too robotic—but over time, more natural. More real.

Some days, Jeremy would do chores while naked, muscles flexing as he chopped firewood, the sun glinting off his sweaty back. One day, I had Jeremy on his knees, sucking my cock as I watched the news of his disappearance. When they showed a photo of him in his sexy firefighter uniform, I came inside his mouth, and Lazul started feeding.

One peaceful morning, we were having rough sex, like we had every morning. Jeremy was wearing a firefighter costume I bought online. He was plowing my ass hard with me lay on the bed, when we heard a knock on the door.

Jeremy looked at me, just as confused as I was. He pulled his thobbing shaft from my ass and I put some clothes back on. "I wonder if its another alien with another sexy vessel," I joked "I will be right back, don't make him cum yet!" I gave Jeremy a kiss.

When I opened the door, I was shocked to see a police officer standing outside. The officer gave me a long, hard stare. He was very muscular. But it was the eyes—vacant, unfocused, yet somehow... threatening—that sent a cold shiver down my spine.

"Good morning, sir. I’m Officer Hayes," he said, voice deep and emotionless. "We’re conducting a follow-up on the Jeremy Cale disappearance. Have you seen or heard anything suspicious in the area recently?"

I forced a smile. My heart raced. You mean Jeremy Cole? The brainless vessel with an alien inside his head, waiting patiently for me in my room with a rock-hard cock ready to destroy my ass?—I couldn't really say that.

"Uh, no. Nothing strange, Officer," I said, casually stepping outside and pulling the door halfway shut behind me. "I live alone. Kinda keep to myself out here."

His eyes flicked over my shoulder, scanning the inside of the cabin. He saw two mugs on the table.

"You sure about that?" he asked.

"Absolutely. Unless you count a raccoon stealing my trash last week. But I doubt that’s what you’re looking for."

Officer Hayes tilted his head slightly, and his nostrils flared as if he were sniffing the air. For a second, his mouth twitched into a smirk. Then, just as quickly, his face went blank again.

"Strange smell," he muttered.

Shit. Of course. Jeremy’s musky scent still lingered in the cabin. I tried to laugh it off.

"Y-Yeah, I burnt some bacon this morning. Guess it stuck around."

He nodded slowly, but I could tell he wasn’t buying it. There was something predatory in his stillness. Then his gaze locked onto mine, too intense for comfort.

"If you do see anything," he said slowly, "or anyone—please contact the station. We’re very interested in finding Mr. Cale."

"Will do, Officer."

He lingered for a moment too long, then finally stepped back and returned to his patrol car. I waited until he drove down the dirt road and out of sight before I slipped back inside. Jeremy was standing naked by the window, watching him leave.

"That wasn't a cop," He said flatly. "That was a tracker. They know I'm here."

"What do you mean they?"

"So, there was something I didn't tell you. Remember when I said I was also an outcast? What I really meant was that I am a wanted criminal by the intergalactic police. The ship that crashed on your planet was a ship transporting intergalactic criminals. The crash allowed me to escape."

"YOU ARE WHAT? Why are you just telling me this now? Was that cop even a human?"

"That officer wasn't a human anymore. He was just a husk being controlled by an Intergalactic alien officer. That one was probably a Tracker. Trackers are an alien species with high intelligence and extra senses that work like detectives."

"What did you do to become a wanted criminal in space? Were you speeding in your ship? Did you abduct the wrong cow?"

"We don't have time! I will explain everything to you later, right now we need to get out of here and find me a new vessel!"

"I'm not going anywhere. I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Besides housing an intergalactic criminal for weeks? Yeah, you should try convincing the intergalactic court that you're innocent. I'm sure they will love to hear that. You will get lucky if you only spend the next three thousand years behind bars."

"Humans don't even live that long."

"Too bad they already have a technology for that."

I was shocked by how such a small, cute creature was a wanted criminal by the intergalactic police. Would I have helped Lazul even if he told me the truth from the beginning? I started asking myself.

"Wanna give these musky armpits one good bye sniff? I will set this vessel to autodestruct once I'm out. Can't leave any trace behind." Jeremy asked, flexing one bicep and displaying his hairy armpit.

"That's so sad. I really like Jeremy..." I took a long, sniff of his armpits, and hugged him.

"Don't you worry, you will have plenty more of vessels to play with. Now let's go." Lazul jumped out of Jeremy's mouth and landed on the palm of my hand. I carefully put him inside my shirt pocket and ran away towards the woods. Jeremy mindlessly walked back inside the cabin.

We were running on the road when Lazul suddenly started freaking out in my pocket, he was pointing his hands to the tress, he was trying to say something. Without Jeremy to translate his words, all I could hear were high squeaky noises.

I started hearing the sirens of approaching patrol units, so I quickly hid behind a tree. Suddenly, three cruisers raced past us at an incredibly fast pace towards my cabin. When they were out of sight, I took off into the woods. While running, I heard a loud explosion in the distance. I looked up at the sky and saw smoke rising from the direction of the cabin… my poor cabin.

"I can't believe what you got me into! You know how much I paid for that cabin?" I shouted at Lazul, who just responded with a squeak. After a while, I came out on the other side of the forest onto another road. As I was crossing the road, a car was coming right in my direction. I flinched. Luckily, the car stopped a few inches from me. I sighed in relief.

"Are you ok?" A deep baritone voice came from the handsome muscular Daddy in the car. He had his head out of his car, looking at me with concern.

I then heard Lazul's squeaky sounds from my pocket, he was pointing at the Daddy inside the car. I didn't need Jeremy this time to understand what he meant.

I approached the car and looked at the man inside. "I'm really sorry, but we need to steal your body..." I apologized to the man. The man didn't have time to react, Lazul jumped from my shirt pocket right to his face and crawled into his ear. The man's eyes rolled back and his muscles tensed, his biceps flexed as his hands got tighter on the wheel. I felt bad about the man, I really did, he seemed to be a nice guy. Unlike Jeremy, this time I took a direct role in helping turn the man into a brainless puppet. But on the other hand... he was so fucking hot!

I walked to the other side of the car and opened the door. The Daddy was already staring at me with a reassuring smirk and a thumbs-up.

"Get in, we need to get as far as we can," he said in his deep voice. I slipped into the passenger seat beside him. The Daddy had thick biceps, and a tight black polo hugging his muscular body. His silver-streaked hair was styled perfectly, making him look ever hotter. He flexed his biceps at me before putting the car into gear.

We drove in silence for a few miles. I should’ve been grateful. We were unharmed. Lazul had a new hot body. We had escaped. But I couldn’t stop shaking.

My palms were slick with sweat, and my chest was tight. My heart became louder with every passing mile. Every bump in the road felt like it could shatter me. My mouth dried, and the edges of my vision blurred slightly.

I was having a panic attack.

Lazul glanced at me and noticed something was wrong. "Are you alright, buddy?" He asked, his voice was soothing but still filtered through the Daddy’s deep baritone.

I didn’t answer. I couldn't talk. My breathing quickened and I turned my face to the window, wiping my sweaty hands on my pants. Everything was catching up at once. My home—gone. My life—over. And now I was a fugitive by association. A pawn in something far bigger than I could even comprehend.

Without saying a word, Lazul slowed the car and pulled over onto the gravel shoulder of the road. He put the gear in park and turned toward me. His big hand reached out and rested gently on my trembling thigh.

"You're safe with me. No one will hurt you. I won’t let them, alright?" His hand squeezed gently, grounding me. I turned toward him, eyes wide, chest still heaving.

And then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t forceful. It was deep. Wet. Passionate. His lips were warm, his hand slid up to cup the side of my face, and I melted into his warm embrace. Just for a moment, the fear slipped away. I let myself fall into that kiss, into the feeling of safety and dominance that this vessel seemed to radiate.

As we made out, I reached up and stroked his thick, muscular biceps—hot and solid under the fabric of his polo. He broke the kiss and gave me a cocky grin, his fingers moving to his zipper. In one smooth motion, he pulled his pants down just enough to free his hard cock—thick, veiny, and a full eight inches of uncut perfection. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and began stroking slowly.

"If there's one thing I've learned about you over these past few weeks," The Daddy said, voice deep and sultry, "it's that nothing calms you down quite like a good cock." He gave me that sexy grin again, "C'mon, suck it," he whispered.

I didn’t hesitate. I leaned over, my mouth finding the tip of his cock, already leaking. I licked a slow circle around it, tasting his salt and sweat, before sliding my lips down over the head. He moaned—just a low, primal rumble from deep in his chest.

My tongue explored every inch, teasing the underside of his shaft as my lips slid down further. He was thick, stretching my jaw, but I took more of him, slowly bobbing my head up and down. One of his hands came to rest on the back of my neck, guiding me, not forcing—just steady, firm.

I could feel his thighs tense beneath me, the heat radiating off his body. I sucked harder, letting my tongue swirl and flick while his cock throbbed deeper in my throat. Saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth as I worked him over, sloppier and more desperate with each motion.

Lazul groaned again, this time with a grin. "That’s it. Good boy. Just like that." He started the car and continued driving.

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think—I was lost in the taste of him, in the weight of his cock on my tongue, the way his hand kept me grounded in place. Eventually, he gently pulled me back. My lips popped off his shaft with a wet smack. I looked up at him, breathless.

"Better?" he asked with a wink.

I nodded slowly. I was feeling so much better.

[possessionymas]

Soul Transferrence 1.0

I had finally done the impossible, the Soul Transferrence Chip 1.0 was completed. It allows the user to upload their soul into the chip and transfer it to another living host upon them wearing the article of clothing it is attached to. I just had to try it out and I knew who I could try it on! The only perfect body I knew could fit me.

My brother's best friend Ryan, is super close with my brother, Riley. They both did everything together. Every time, Ryan would always come over to our house. Riley doesn't treat me nice, but Ryan treats me so well, always getting me gifts and snacks. Moreover, Ryan was more handsome and buff. He likes going to the gym to build up his muscles. He was oozing with self confidence and charm. If I wanted to transfer my soul, I want to be as cool as him.

I placed the chip in the removable sole of a new pair of shoes I bought for Ryan. One morning, I visited the gym he frequently works out at and I saw him getting ready for his routine.

"Hey Ryan, sorry to bother you, but I need a favor." I stuttered to him

"Hey bud, wassup. What kind of favor do you need? I'll see how I can fully help you."

"So I got you this pair of shoes because I know how much you wanted it from the conversation you had with my brother. I have placed a new workout assistance chip that tracks your progress and uploads the data to my computer so I can generate future better workouts for you based on various factors. I was wondering if you would do be the favor of being the trial user." I lied to him while presenting him the sneakers.

"Awesome little man, its pretty cool that I have the honor of being your test rat! I'll be happy to help out. haha You didn't have to get me this pair of shoes, I would have helped out regardless! Anyways I can afford my own clothes and shoes, I have lots of money! I will pay you back later for these!" He winked at me while trying on the sneakers.

"It fits so perfectly! I guess you got my size correctly! Anyways, I have to start my workout now, you can have a seat at the side. When I am done, I'll give you a ride home." Ryan continued while getting ready to start.

"It uses sound vibrations, so you will be able to hear the program starting up and uploading. Just ignore it, don't let it bother you." I reminded him as I headed to the locker room. Upon reaching there, I started the program via a mobile app. My body started disintegrating, and I felt my soul being absorbed by the chip in Ryan's sneakers.

Data Upload Link Initiated

Estimated Time of Completion: 65 minutes

Ryan stripped down to his workout shorts and started with his workout, he didn't realize that his actions and mind was slowly influenced by me filling up his hunky body. I felt a rush of adrenaline and testosterone the more Ryan was absorbing me. I could feel a boner forming in his shorts from all the sexual thoughts I had about his bulging muscles and endurance.

(Half an hour in) Upload Progress 50%

Ryan was starting to feel lightheaded as my soul took over more of his mind and body. He thought it was due to the fact that he forgotten to drink his pre-workout booster that he was feeling this way. I influenced him to think it was okay to take a break. As he sat down, he fainted slightly. At that point, I pushed further and entirely took over his body to prevent him from falling over.

At this point, I thought I messed up my chip because my soul didn't fuse with Ryan. I was supposed to take over him and become everything of him and I, but his soul dettached and went into the chip.

Soul Transferrence completed

I stood up. My body was reigning in all the glory of full-blown power and self confidence. My chip works! I flexed and posed. I smiled as I could feel a raging boner filling up my shorts. I suppose I did enough that I can not finish my gym routine today. Time for me to shower and explore more.

His manly musk emitted from my body as I stripped. Ryan's body was all sore from his workout and side effects of the soul transferrence. It was a out of body experience as I caressed my new meaty pecs with my muscular arms and biceps. I can't believe this is all mine now. I am hot and buff. I am the ultimate definition of awesome.

Out of the shower and drying off my glistening body, I received a text message.

*When are you coming over babe? I can't wait to feel your swole muscles and enjoy your post-workout Ryan milk. 🤤 Pump me full of your testosterone filled juice with your footlong.* Riley had sent me.

Without thinking, my body reacted and replied,

*Soon babe, I am thinking about your smooth, sweet body too. Im super horny today. I need you to help me pump me dry.*

"OMG, Ryan was gay and he was together with my brother, Riley. Gawd, am I having feelings for my own brother? I can't stop thinking about his perky butt and the hot, steamy sex we have everyday after my gym workout. I thought Ryan's soul was transferred to my chip; did some of his residual soul influenced me during the take over?" I thought to myself in worry.

Something in mind clicked. Soon I forgot about my train of thought. I couldn't figure out why I was panicking.

It doesn't matter. My balls are loaded and I am horny. I'm going to fill my boyfriend up with my milk. I am going to enjoy it so so much. My name is Ryan and I am pure awesome.

[possessionymas]

The flubbery green goo slithered along the beach looking for its next body that it could use and have some fun with. It's been too long since it had a host to inhabit and takeover. Luckily, the beach had no shortage of bodies to pick from, question was - who would be a perfect vessel?

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Micah was enjoying the beach day with his boyfriend. The two of them were enjoying lounging around in the sun, getting a tan, sipping their drinks, and taking a dip in the water from time to time. Micah happened to be lounging on his towel when the creature slithered near his Speedo-clad body.

As Micah steadied his breath and drifted off to sleep, the sun feeling warm and comforting against his skin, the creature climbed up onto his towel and eyed his bulge. It curiously touched the tip of his penis through the gray fabric, making Micah think someone had just violated him. When he glanced around and realized he was alone, he cautiously let his guard down again.

The green flubber decided Micah would be a perfect host to possess and transformed into a liquid as it began covering the fabric of his speedo. It ingrained itself with the fabric and covered the tip of Micah's cock without him even realizing. With a sudden rush, the creature flung itself into Micah's piss slit and slurped it's way into his body.

Micah jolted up and grabbed his cock, now definitely realizing something was wrong. He looked down and realized that he felt something moving inside his body. It was slithering inside his cock and spreading out into his ass and the rest of his body. Slowly, he was losing control of his limbs to the creature.

"What the fuck?! Adrian! Help! Someone, help me!" He yelled as he felt his insides fill up with a warm sensation.

Unfortunately, Micah was just out of earshot to anyone that would be willing to help him. His boyfriend Adrian was grabbing some snacks and drinks and everyone else around him just looked strangely in his direction.

As Micah slowly lost control of his body, he could feel his mind slipping away too. He tried multiple efforts to crawl away and stop the pain, but nothing seemed to work. Within a few more seconds, Micah lost consciousness.

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Micah awoke on the beach towel and sat up on his legs. He absentmindedly started pawing at his cock before looking around, taking in his surroundings.

"Babe? In public? At least save it for the bedroom cowboy." Adrian said as he sat down next to Micah and set their food and drink down.

"Oh, haha. Right. I'm sorry Adrian. Can I eat? I'm starving!" Micah said, somewhat robotically before reaching over and grabbing a bunch of fries and shoving them in his mouth.

"Manners sir!" Adrian warned. "What's gotten into you?"

"Mmm, something fun." Micah cooed as he started downing the beer too.

"Oh, as in you want to head back to the hotel kind of fun?" Adrian asked, eyeing his partner with some suspicion.

"Maybe babe. My ass could use a good fucking, don't ya think?" Micah said as he slapped his own ass.

Adrian was too blinded by his own horniness to be suspicious of his twunk partner and began to make out with Micah right there.

"Fuck, I love you Micah. You're so sexy." Adrian breathed as he groped his partner's ass too.

"Oh hubba hubba. I like when you squeeze me there babe." Micah said as he gently moaned.

"Alright, let's get out of here babe. I can't wait any longer." Adrian said as he got up and dragged Micah to his feet too.

The pair quickly packed up their things and set off for their hotel nearby. Adrian seemed none the wiser that his boyfriend was currently possessed by a very kinky and horny creature that was going to enjoy using Micah's body. Maybe it'll even possess Adrian next!

[possessionymas]

Immature

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

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

Immature

My ex-boyfriend was immature — an idiot, plain and simple. And the most toxic relationship I’d ever had. He had cheated on me more than once, a jerk who thought he could get away with anything just because he had a hot body, all muscle and hair.

I wanted revenge. I wanted to make him pay.

I didn’t know how, until I stumbled across a hidden little corner in the town library. Old, forgotten books that smelled deeply of dust... Some were about black magic, which I skipped, but others were more about psychological stuff like suggestion and hypnosis, which kept me reading for hours. It turned out, hypnotizing someone was actually pretty easy (well, depending on the psyche of the person you're trying to control), and someone immature like Alexander would probably be a piece of cake.

I told him to meet me at his usual gym, lying and saying I was “just passing by” and wanted to return his stuff. A box full of shirts and boring junk. except for one thing.

— I thought you didn’t want to see me again – he muttered dryly, not even looking at me.

— Well, I had this and thought it was best to give it back – I replied. He sighed and nodded, reaching out for the box and starting to turn away – Oh, I also found this. Not sure if it’s yours.

I held out the pocket watch, letting it dangle from its chain. He turned to look at it, clearly annoyed. He squinted and raised an eyebrow.

— That thing’s not mine – he growled.

— Are you sure? Thought it was. Take a better look.

I started to swing it side to side, letting the motion do its thing like a pendulum. He stared at it, angry at first.

— I told you, that thing’s not...

His rage melted away into simple drowsiness. His eyes dimmed until they were barely open, he dropped the box, and made a strange little noise.

— Say “yes, master' if you're under my trance.”

— Yes, master… – he mumbled.

— Perfect. Why don’t you flex those muscles for me?

He obeyed, starting to flex, puffing out his chest with that blank, clueless look on his face, totally gone in his own mind.

— Nice, nice – I murmured, circling around him slowly with a smirk – How about you lift your shirt?

And he did, no resistance. He pulled the shirt up over the back of his neck, revealing his hairy pecs and chiseled torso.

— Why don’t you say “I’m a narcissistic idiot”?

— I’m a narcissistic idiot – he said with a vacant smile, like it was the nicest nickname he’d ever gotten. His eyes looked blank, emptied of any resistance.

I kept circling him like I was examining some rare specimen.

— What am I going to do with you?... – I muttered – Like you said, you’re an idiot. You don’t deserve that body, do you?

— Don’t… deserve body...

— Are you so dumb you can’t even conjugate? – I teased, giving his pec a squeeze, which made him gasp.

— I... too dumb to conjugate...

I kept thinking, until it hit me. Bingo.

— Here’s what we’ll do... First, take off your shirt.

He obeyed, leaving his abs and pecs fully exposed. God, he looked amazing. I had to admit, sometimes I didn’t blame him for being so arrogant with a body like that… I stroked his cheek, keeping that mocking smile on my lips.

— You're going to imagine you’re a nerd who managed to take over Alexander’s body – I whispered, caressing those massive pecs.

— I... nerd... body...

— And you’re going to be completely grateful and crazy about me for letting you be in that body.

— Crazy about... you... in love...

— You’ll love being big and muscular, but you won’t forget who’s in charge.

— You... in charge.

— Glad we finally understand each other.

I chuckled, patting his cheek and snapping my fingers.

That white haze in his eyes faded. He looked confused for a second, then glanced around, scared, lowering his gaze and touching himself.

— Holy crap, I did it! Yes! – he grinned, exploring every inch of his new body, then looked up at me – I... Thank you!

— No big deal – I lied with a wink – How’s it feel?

— Amazing! I’m so strong, so… – He lifted his arm and sniffed himself – Shit, I stink!

He giggled. Watching him act like that was pure gold. No way in hell would Alexander ever act like that. But damn, I was loving every second of it. He was totally absorbed in his muscles, flexing and making dumb faces in the mirror.

— Glad you're enjoying it.

I smiled, maybe genuinely. Technically, it wasn’t him anymore, but... then who was it? That nerd didn’t really exist.

— Seriously, thank you – he whispered, stepping closer. I backed up a bit, but he gently grabbed my waist. There was something in his eyes... a kind of spark.

— Hey… – I whispered.

— He was an idiot, wasn’t he?

He leaned against my neck, I could feel his breath, his warmth, his hands holding me tighter.

— Yeah...

— His loss.

He whispered before kissing me. I have no idea where the impulse came from, but I kissed him back, hard.

— Wanna come to my new place?

He didn’t even have to ask twice. Of course I did.

Since then, things have been great. Jake, as he decided to name himself, was fantastic in every way: smart, fun, and incredible in bed... God, how did he even know how to move like that? And most importantly: his eyes were only for me.

I was more than satisfied with how things turned out. But I still wonder... If that’s not Alexander, then what is it?

A construction of his consciousness? A projection of my desire brought to life? Some kind of... dimensional presence? I could spend all night wondering.

— Hey, do you like how this looks on me?

I read the message on my notifications, feeling my phone buzz. I picked it up and saw the photo.

I grinned, wickedly.

— Bring that body over here. Now.

— As you command, sir.

[possessionymas]

Reversal Mix Up

I’d always wondered what it would be like to be a submissive, bottom boi like my fuckbuddy Jake and the body switching amulet I got from the Spells R Us store sounded exactly what was needed, promising to swap our roles in the sack and add a new twist to our sex life.

Unfortunately, the spell didn’t work out as planned.  I got Jake’s lithe, toned body alright but I’m definitely still a top and weirdly, I even kept my deep, bass voice.  Poor Jake didn’t fare any better of course.  Oh, he’s still the submissive, lisping bottom boi he’s always been only now he’s trapped in the hairy, masculine body of a muscle daddy!

As first, we were a bit pissed the spell hadn’t worked but with twenty four hours to run until we switched back, I wasn’t about to waste the opportunity to deploy Jake’s body’s youthful stamina on my old body’s virgin hole.

After working his ass over with my tongue for a few minutes, I quickly slid my slender new cock into my old body’s tight boipussy and began to pound it rhythmically, relishing the exceptionally tight muscles that Jake eagerly and expertly worked around my tool as I thrust in and out

I couldn’t help smirking as Jake moaned and gasped in delight as I rammed him, his eyes closed in bliss as he alternated between tweaking his puffy nips and jerking his cock.  The girly squeak his big bearish body finally gave after a few minutes when I filled his ass with my boy cum made me laugh out loud and left me thinking that this was a switch up we’d definitely need to try again!

[possessionymas]

Brain Transplant Project

Adam and Dean are a gay couple who have been living together for 10 years, since they graduated from high school.

Sadly, Dean's death from a terminal illness was a huge blow to Adam, but luckily Adam and Dean were involved in a secret project to transplant a brain into a new body by extracting the brain seeds from the deceased's body. Now, Adam has Dean's brain seeds.

While Adam is trying to find a new body for Dean, he has to help out at a commercial shoot when he finds the body that suits Dean the most: Dew's body.

Dew is a famous actor. Whenever Dew is the presenter for any advertisement, it will definitely be successful.

Adam saw that this was the perfect body for his boyfriend, so he helped arrange a poolside photoshoot. Luckily, the ad was for a supplement that looked exactly like Brain Seeds.

When the opportunity arose, Adam switched supplements with brain seeds. If you don't look closely, brain seeds are very much like supplements.

A lot of the early part of the commercial was the shooting of Dew's body. It made Adam feel really good knowing that this would become his Boyfriend body.

In the last part of the shoot, Dew was eating breakfast and taking supplements. When Dew slowly finished eating, the image of Dew eating brain seeds instead of supplements made Adam smile and smile happily until he couldn't hide it. But Adam had to stay calm. He had to wait until the brain seeds grew and took over Dew's body first.

Several weeks later at Dew's luxurious home, he had a severe stomachache. He thought it was the food he had eaten a few days ago. He chose to rest at home. After taking a nap for a while, Dew felt a strange pain. When he opened his eyes, he found something inside his body, on his chest.

When it went up to his neck, Dew tried to block it with his hands, but he couldn't control his arms as if someone else was controlling it for him.

As something moved up his neck, it moved up to his face. Eventually, his head seemed to fight Dew's brain. Dew's body convulsed and his muscles tensed up. In no time, Dew's body slowly vomited out his brain and he lost consciousness for about five hours. Not long after, Dew's body slowly stood up and used his hands to rub different parts of his body to check it before Dew picked up his phone to call someone.

Adam got a call from Dew to come to his house. He arrived and met Dew at the pool. Hello, my love, Dew said.

Dean, is that you? Adam said with gratitude. Yes, dear, look at me. How handsome is my new body? Dean, who had already taken over Dew's body, said proudly.

The two slowly kissed passionately, their lips meeting each other lustfully.

Dean carried Adam onto the bed in the bedroom before pulling down his pants to reveal his large, erect penis. Dean pulled down Adam's pants as well and placed the tip of his cock at Adam's asshole. Let me try out my new cock, I want to see if it can make my little husband happy.

No sooner had Adam spoken than Dean's thick rod entered Adam's hole, thrusting in and out of Adam's hole without stopping, causing him to gasp for air. Their moans filled the house.

Shit, it still feels good. Dew's voice came out of her throat. Thank you for the new body, my love, before thrusting into her one last time.

Fuck, when Dean groaned for the last time, the semen flowed out of his penis. Dean slowly weakened, looking at Adam's face, who took every drop of him until he fell asleep.

Dean lets Adam sleep and he sleeps too.

When Adam woke up, he went down to the pool and met Dean. Dean turned to him and thanked him again for giving me a new body, my love.

Adam, no need to thank me, Dean. No, I should call you Dew because you're my handsome actor now.

They kissed again. Okay, let's do it again before I have to go film the movie. The schedule saved on my phone told me I had several more hours.

Sure, dear, take as much as you want, Adam agreed before kissing Dean passionately. Make good use of your new body, my love.

Finally, I must confess that I finished writing it a few hours ago, but accidentally deleted it, so I had to rewrite it. Luckily, I still remember most of the content, but I forgot some words, so I had to edit it. It's okay, if you want to change it, it's okay. Haha, I hope you like it. See you in the next story. Bye bye.

[possessionymas]

Classing It Up

The land sat undeveloped for years. Just acres and acres of desert. Ricky got mixed up with the wrong crowds early but being forced to grow up quickly he thought any money would help his family’s money issues. Unfortunately that led him to get involved with some drug deals and when he couldn’t follow through on one, the gang made sure he suffered. After beating him up, they left him in the middle of the desert to die. And die he did.

A decade later a random college scraped up enough investors to grow and they chose the desert as their expansion destination. For years Ricky’s spirit aimlessly haunted the desert but then a campus emerged slowly but surely. A desert college town appeared where there once was nothing, including dorms.

Ricky saw the rise of influencers before his death so he wasn’t unversed in their existence but by this time and age it could be a career. When lurking around the dorms that’s when he found college student and influencer Noel.

He sat in the kitchen of Noel’s apartment studying the influencer contort his body into ways he thought would be attractive in a thirst trap. Ricky knew if he looked like Noel when he was alive he’d try to do it better. Influence his followers to be classy and modest. Gentlemanly, albeit realistically it’s not like many people would be into that, highlighting just how out of touch Ricky was with contemporary young people. He approached Noel mid-pose to just nudge him into a different pose when he felt something sucking him in. He tried to pull back and scream when he was yanked inside.

Noel inhaled hard like a gag and then Ricky’s screaming continue but this time audibly. Ricky looked stunned in the mirror in front of him. He approached the mirror as he slowly began to realize what he accidentally accomplished. This was it he was back to the land of the living and he was determined to show kids these days what it meant to class it up.

First things first a trip to the mall. Ricky sauntered to the mall he haunted many times before. He headed to suiting and office wear sections of several stores. He felt so naked wearing the nearly nothing clothes Noel was wearing before the possession. He grabbed a bunch of different sizes and headed to the dressing rooms. Even though nothing was left to the imagination in this skimpy outfit, technically what’s underneath was still hidden. Ricky slowly took off piece by piece and ogled at his new form. Noel had clearly put immense time into workout out and it showed. The clothes he wore emphasized the meaty physique and bulges everywhere from muscles to clearly being a show-er.

Ricky pulled on each piece of the new pants and shirts and felt an erotic pleasure feeling the fabric reach its limits over his new muscles. It almost felt vulgar seeing all the muscles through the opaque items of clothing.

After taking a several (hundred) pictures, Ricky couldn’t help but contain his excitement. He exercised restraint in the mall but that wasn’t going to happen in private. He began aggressively squeezing his new arms, thick quads, and chest before slowly navigating to his underwear waistband. The new tool hardened as he got more excited and before he knew it he was unconsciously stroke with one hand as he pushed his hair back with the other. He braced against the nearby bedroom wall he was taking pics in. The stroking was electric.

Ricky grew up in a house with 6 siblings, when he did these kinds of things he had to keep it quiet, but Noel clearly didn’t have that because loud animalistic moans escaped his mouth with each stroke. Ricky couldn’t control it, it was as if with each stroke he had to moan. His expertly trained hands took on the endurance test Ricky put it through for nearly half an hour. Something so foreign to him, it illicited such feral thoughts.

He gasped breathlessly as he pushed his hair back. While he was testing vulgar extremes he decided to see how well he could also edge. Ricky rushed back to his car while the new slacks rubbed his throbbing member. It was pushing him over the edge that he was trying to stay within.

Ricky rushed up the stairway and clumsily searched for his keys in the bags of new professional clothes he recklessly bought. Once inside he stripped the stretched work wear, he looked down impressed with himself as he smirked at how he managed to stay hard and the distance his underwear was stretched.

Ricky looked up at the mirror seemingly confirming to himself he was in control of this total snack. He released himself from the confines of the underwear and locked eyes with himself in the mirror. Stroke after stroke he memorized every line and crevice of Noel’s body. The new home he inhabited seemingly demanded to be exalted but Ricky thought that was for him to do and not some random followers online. He bit his lip tighter and tighter as he reached a climax. The way his hips tapered in and then flared out to his thick legs was the realization that sent him over the edge. Pulse…shot after shot….vibrations ran through him as he came. The restroom mirror version of himself obscured with the translucent liquid dropping down it.

Ricky wiped it clean with a towel before throwing on a nearby rag looking shirt.

Ricky enjoyed clarity after the intense moment, self satisfied knowing that he thoroughly enjoyed the moment and kept it to himself. He looked good FOR HIM and not for someone online. The following day he donned his new clothing to class and later work to begin his mission to become a more modest influencer.

Even confined in clothes, there’s something to be said about how good the new Noel looked.

[possessionymas]

Courtship Display

"What the hell are you doing? You're embarrassing me." I said to the hot man shaking his bulge in front of me.

I was at the beach when I spotted this hot guy wearing yellow speedos; luckily, I had my alien buddy with me and asked him to take over the man's body. So while the man was sunbathing with his girlfriend, the tiny crab-like alien crawled in the sand and inside the man's speedos, then quickly pinched the man's balls with his tiny alien claws.

The small crab alien had special claws that could take over anyone whose claws clamped onto. His claws would release a powerful venom that could turn the biggest man into a mere puppet for the alien. The venom would make the host's brain permanently inactive, making the alien attached to their balls their new brain.

The man's girlfriend didn't even notice her boyfriend convulsing on her side. I knew my little friend had taken over his body when the man woke up and started crawling toward me in a crab walk and started to shake his hips non-stop. People around us started to look at us, making me feel embarrassed, so I told him to stop, but he continued.

"It's a mating dance; the male in my kind shakes their crotches to attract females. Does this mating dance work on humans? You're a male human who likes the same sex, and by the tent forming in your speedos, I can tell It's working." He said, as he sensually moved his hips.

"Ok, I confess It's really hot seeing a straight man doing this... dance, but here is not the place, let's go somewhere more private so I can show you how much your mating dance works on me. Then you can try this same dance while having my cock inside his ass."

We went to a private area at the beach, and there we got fully naked. I saw my alien friend latched on to his ballsack with his tiny claws attached to the man's balls. It was always funny to think he controlled his hosts through their balls.

The man had a nice cock, but it wasn't what I was looking for at the moment. I lay on the sand with my hard cock throbbing, and he got on top of me in a crab position; I aimed my cock at his entrance and he impaled himself on my shaft, I moaned loudly as he started to fuck himself on my cock, he was moving his hips sensually just like he was doing moments before.

He rode me like an expert. I knew by the tightness of the host's ass that he never had a cock up his ass, but my alien friend sure was an expert in making his hosts take my cock like true sluts.

The sight of the host's hard cock bouncing up and down, together with the tightness of his hole, made me explode inside of him, which seemed to trigger the host's orgasm as well.

[possessionymas]

Offspring

I am standing on the side of the bed as I watch my neighbor's youngest son, Devon, wake up his equally hot dad by sticking his tongue inside his mouth. Mr. Bennett struggles and shakes his body as his alien-possessed son infects him with the alien parasite.

Mr. Bennett is fit, but he doesn't have a chance against his much more muscular youngest son. Seeing my hot neighbor's son helping me turn his dad into an alien host is getting me so hard! I pull down Mr. Bennett's shorts so I can finally see his bulge from closer. His bulge is as big as I was expecting, and the fact he is wearing white underwear makes it a lot hotter, the urge to sniff that man's bulge grows stronger at each passing second that I stare at it.

While I hear the slurping noises coming from their passionate "kiss" I bury my face in Daddy Bennett's bulge and take a deep sniff while I hear the wet sounds of the parasite forcing its way down his throat.

With my face still buried in his cock and balls, I look up and catch a glimpse of the parasite sliding from Devon to his dad's mouth; The snake-like parasite is quite long and very thick, so thick that Mr. Bennett's throat bloats with the intrusion. I bury my face even deeper in his massive bulge, licking it over the fabric. I can't wait to have them both as my alien-possessed sex slaves, I think to myself.

Devon finally detaches his mouth from his dad and I watch the parasite's tail wriggle and disappear inside Mr. Bennett. I can't hold it any longer and pull down his underwear. I look in awe at how beautiful Mr. Bennett's cock and balls are; his balls are huge and heavy, and even while soft, his cock is big and thick, but he won't be soft for much longer. I took his big cock into my mouth and started to feel the member grow to its full length. Devon just continues standing on the side with the same slack and empty face he has since he was taken over, totally unbothered by the fact I'm blowing his dad.

With my mouth full of Mr. Bennett's cock, I have a great view of his stomach, and I witness something amazing happen; his belly starts to bloat, and I can see what is obviously the parasite wriggling inside him, doing something to him. I put my hand on top of his stomach and felt the alien moving inside.

I had seen the same thing happen with Devon when I put the parasite in his agape mouth while he was sleeping on the couch downstairs. But after a few minutes, his belly went back to normal, and he stood up with a blank facial expression; he didn't say anything and just stood up and took the stairs toward his dad's bedroom. I followed right behind him.

Now that the parasite has left Devon, he is left motionless like a robot without battery. I see Mr. Bennett's stomach slowly going back to normal and he finally wakes up, sitting on the bed while I am still latching on his cock. I feel his hand on the back of my hair, and he gently pulls me away; he has the same empty look on his face that Devon has. And without saying a word, Mr. Bennett gets off the bed and kneels in front of Devon, pulls down his shorts, and takes his son's cock into his mouth.

The sight is nothing but breathtaking. After a few seconds of blowing Devon, he stands up, now both of them sporting a hard-on. Mr. Bennett stands close to his son, close enough for their cocks to be aiming at one another. Leaving only a few inches apart from each cock head. Then what happens next is something I will never forget. A small black parasite—a lot thinner and smaller than the one I helped inside Devon—crawls out of Mr. Bennett's piss slit and makes its way inside Devon's cock.

Both of their eyes roll back and they shook while still standing, the parasite connecting them both by their cocks. When the tail disappears inside Devon's slit, Devon finally comes back to life; though 'life' might not be the right word since he still has the same blank expression, at least he is moving again. Devon and Mr. Bennett stare directly at each other for a few seconds, then they smile at each other—only those smiles were nothing but human.

Mr. Bennett slowly raises a hand, and Devon mimics him; then Mr. Bennett tilts his head, and Devon does the same, they continue going on like this for a while. I'm not sure what is happening; it's like they are connecting somehow. Whatever that is, it's an eerie sight, I must admit.

After playing that game for a few more minutes, they walk out of the room without saying a word, with Mr. Bennett leading the way. Their cocks swung and throbbed with each step, and I was no different.

Mr. Bennett stops in front of a room and slowly opens the door; inside is his oldest son, Matt, who is sleeping peacefully in only his underwear.

Matt is as hot as his dad and younger brother, with him being the most muscular of the three. Mr. Bennett and Devon walk toward him, but only Mr. Bennett starts jerking off over Matt's sleeping body; soon, he shoots a tiny black parasite from his cock, identical to the one he infected Devon with.

The tiny parasite crawled towards Matt's crotch and disappeared inside his grey underwear. I watch Matt suddenly squirm on the bed and grunt in discomfort; The way his muscles flexed during the takeover was making me leak.

When Matt woke up, he was already one of them. He stood up with an emotionless face and stared at his dad and brother; those two still had creepy smiles on their faces; seeing that, Matt also started smiling.

I really don't get the smiling thing, do they think that would make them look more human?

Still smiling, Mr. Bennett raised his right hand and waved at Matt. "Good morning, Matt." He says. It is the first time I hear the alien speak with his vessel, and he sounds just like you would expect: robotic and emotionless.

"God morning Dad," Matt replies, the smile never leaving their faces.

"Did you sleep well, son?" Mr. Bennet asks naturally, as if he isn't naked with his cock throbbing in front of both his sons.

"I slept wonderful, Dad."

"Good morning Matt, did you sleep well, my older brother?" Devon asks, his tone of voice no different than his dad and brother. There is a long silent pause, and then Devon asks again, "Good morning Matt, did you sleep well, my older brother?"

"Good morning younger brother. I slept wonderful," Matt responds and then they just keep smiling at each other like idiots. Everything looks and sounds so creepy and surreal, it's like watching aliens playing with human dolls about how they think human interactions are.

I decide to try something risky, so I step into their circle and the three of them look at me in sync, their blank eyes confused as they tried to study my presence.

I clear my throat and wave at them. "Hi, I'm the neighbor, I'm the one who let those parasitic aliens turn you three into brainless hosts."

"Oh, Welcome neighbor," Mr. Bennett says, waving back at me.

"Good morning Neighbor," Matt says, out of nowhere.

They didn't acknowledge anything I said; It's like they don't understand what I say and just mimic anything they find in their host's memories.

Either way, it was hot to see these three hunks acting like brainless idiots. I pull down my shorts and start jerking off in front of them; as I was expecting, each one started to mimic me. Mr. Bennett is the first to grab his cock and start to stroke, his sons, seeing their dad—leader—start mimicking him. Now, the four of us are jerking off, our strokes are so in sync that it feels like I'm stroking in front of a mirror. They mimicked even my moans, soon I started to cum, and so did they.

"This is going to be so much fun," I moan.

"This is going to be so much fun," they say.

[possessionymas]

Reshaping Minds

It was a calm afternoon at the coffee lounge of a high-end hotel in Miami. The kind of place with overpriced lattes, but money was never a problem for me. I had my sunglasses on, my iced coffee in hand, and my radar fully tuned for potential fun. That’s when I saw him.

A goddamn tank of a man.

He stood near the espresso bar, stretching his thick arms in a tight navy-blue tee, making his muscles bulge like he was carved from marble, and his tribal tattoo wrapped around his huge bicep, making him hotter and manlier than everyone at the lounge. His beard was neatly trimmed, baseball cap turned backward, and he had that smug alpha energy straight dudes ooze when they think the world owes them a trophy.

He wasn't alone—They never are—His girlfriend was clinging to him like a purse, giggling at something he said. But I wasn’t looking at her. Heck no. I was focused on the fine piece of muscles that was her boyfriend.

I slid off my lounge chair, walked right up to them, and smiled. "Hey, you two look like you could use some fun."

The woman blinked at me confused. The man raised an eyebrow. "Uh, we’re good, man."

I tilted my head. "You sure? I mean, you’ve got all that meat on you, big guy. Seems like a waste if you’re not being properly used."

He turned to face me fully, clearly annoyed. "The hell is that supposed to mean?"

I leaned in just slightly, grinning. "It means you're the kind of thick-brained, thick-bodied beefcake that's good for one thing. Being used. Bent. Owned."

His girlfriend gasped, pulling his arm. "Honey, let’s go. He’s a creep."

But something was happening already inside the man's brain. He didn’t move. Just stared at me.

"What... what the fuck did you say?" he muttered again, but his voice cracked. There it was! His eyes were getting heavier. I stepped closer, like a snake charming its prey. My fingers barely brushed his chest.

"I said you were made to be used. That mind of yours? Serves for nothing but to control your sexy body. No thoughts, just instinct. Grunt when told. Flex when needed. Obey when commanded."

My words pierced his brain. His eyes twitched. His thick chest rose with a heavy breath. I could see his pupils dilating, his mouth parting just a little. "You don’t need to think, big guy. Thinking is for people with something between their ears. Not you."

His girlfriend kept tugging at his arm, but he just stood there. "Honey? Hello? Babe!"

He slowly turned to her, blinked dumbly, then looked back at me. His brows relaxed. His lips parted more. A little line of drool started collecting at the corner of his mouth.

I let out a low chuckle and stepped even closer, almost whispering now. "That's it... Let my words sink in. Let them take root. You're just a toy now. A dumb, hot, perfect toy." His head tilted slightly, eyes half-closed, mouth wide open, and his tongue was hanging loose. Drool dripping down his beard.

The transformation was delicious. My words did far more than just implant commands, they literally reshaped my prey's brain. If you listen carefully, you will hear the wet sounds of his brain moving, shrinking, and molding to my liking. As if his brain were clay, and my words a sculptor's skilled hands.

His girlfriend panicked, backing away. "What the hell are you doing to him!?"

I looked at her calmly. "Relax. He’s finally where he belongs." And then I snapped my fingers in front of her face. Her eyes blinked rapidly. Her mouth opened slightly, then shut. She shivered, then slowly nodded, expression blanking into stunned acceptance.

"He belongs to you now," she said softly. Like she was reading from a script etched into her mind.

I smiled. "You're smarter than him, I see." I turned to the hunk, grabbed his chin and turned his head. "Say you're mine.'"

A moment of silence. Then, in a slow, slurred drawl, he mumbled, "Uhhhm yuhhhrs... suhh..."

Perfect. I gave his cheek a playful pat. "Now listen to me, big guy. That face right there? Dumb. Mindless. Empty. That's your natural expression from now on, you will always look like this. With your eyes heavy and tongue hanging out, blank, docile, and stupid. Got it?"

He gave a soft grunt, lips still parted. His eyes stayed glazed and dull. Good. I turned back to his girlfriend. "You see him now, don’t you? He’s not boyfriend material anymore. He’s too far gone. Too dumb."

She stared at him in silence, then at me. "Yeah... he’s not really... boyfriend material anymore."

"Nope. He’s just a gay sex slave now. A muscle puppet with no brain. Not something you want to bring home to mom or build a family with."

She exhaled sharply. "He’s all yours. I can't date someone that... vacant."

I chuckled, stepping between them and placing a possessive hand on his chest, rubbing his pecs slowly through the thin fabric of his shirt. He didn’t flinch. Just stared into the distance, drool rolling steadily down his tongue. "Smart choice," I said to her. "He’s better off this way. Obedient. Mindless. Always ready. I will take good care of him, don't worry."

She gave a nod and walked away without another word. I turned my full attention to the hunk, both palms now pressed against his chest, playing with his nipples through his shirt, gently twisting them.

He didn’t resist. Didn’t blink. "Good boy," I whispered. "You’re going to make me very happy aren't you?" And he just stood there, blank face locked in, waiting to serve. "Flex for me, boy."

Like a well-oiled machine, the hunk obeyed. His thick, tattooed biceps rose in a slow, powerful curl, veins bulging beneath the ink as his massive arm tightened. He grunted softly, not out of effort—he was too strong for that—but from instinct, like a beast performing on command. I stepped in and ran my hand over his flexed arm, squeezing the hardness of his muscle. My thumb pressed into the peak of his bicep.

"Come, Daddy. Let’s go upstairs."

When we entered my suite, I turned and commanded, "Strip. Now."

He tore off his clothes with urgent clumsiness, revealing every inch of that sculpted Daddy body. His pecs were massive and his thighs were like tree trunks. And between them—his cock. 9 Inches, Thick. Veiny. Fully erect and already leaking.

"On your knees, boy."

The mindless beast dropped instantly, muscles flexing as he settled in front of me. I sat on the edge of the bed, spread my legs wide, and yanked his head toward my crotch. I made him sniff my bulge, and while he took in my musk, I touched his forehead and implanted into his ruined brain everything he needed to know about being a good cock sucking whore.

"Use that whore mouth. Now."

He pulled my cock out and sucked. Greedy. Needy. His lips stretched over my shaft as I gripped his head and rammed myself into his throat. No rhythm. No gentleness. Just ownership.

I used his mouth like a hole. Like a toy. Like he was nothing more than a slab of muscle with a wet hole attached to it. I fucked this handsome Daddy's face, hard and deep, my cock slamming the back of his throat again and again until he gagged. Spit and precum drooled from his lips as I held his head down against my pubes.

"That’s it, Daddy. Choke on your Master's cock. You love being used, don’t you? Just a stupid muscle toy." He moaned through the assault, drool bubbling at the corners of his slack mouth. I slapped his cheek with one hand as I thrust harder, relentlessly.

"You're nothing now. Just a dumb, cock-hungry fuckdoll. Your brain’s gone. Your girl’s gone. All you are is a hole for me to use."

I could hear the wet sloopy sounds—not from the blowjob—but from inside his skull. His brain was being reshaped nonstop with each word that came out of my mouth.

The pressure built. I snarled, shoved his face against my pubes, and came—thick, violent spurts blasting down his throat and spilling out of his mouth. I pulled out mid-release, resting my cock against his panting face, painting his cheeks with cum and spit on the process.

"Good boy, I'm very pleased with your service," I growled, slapping my wet cock against his tongue, "Now your brain will shrink to the size of a grape." The sound his brain made this time was louder as it shrunk to the size of a grape. If I thought his face couldn't get any dumber, the face he made now surpassed that.

He fell to the floor like a limp doll, his thick cock still thobbing hard and leaking. I would make his brain go back to its normal size later, but for now, I will enjoy my new brainless toy.

[possessionymas]

"Honey are you sure?" I asked my boyfriend.

"I won't lie I'm a little nervous but you know I get really shy around the hot guys and I freeze up. This way we both have fun" He said.

Frank is of the living here. We met a few years ago when he ended up being the only living who saw me haunt this place. I want to say we were soul mates.

I'm Sean I have been a ghost for the past 15 years or so. When we met I am normally the one who possesses the guy so I can sleep with my boyfriend.

But tonight he wanted to try something new. He wanted me to possess him and have us pick up a guy together. I wanted to make sure he was 100% about this though.

He was. He wanted to be able to pick the guy up this time, we'll kinda. I would but he wants to see what it's like.

"OK well I'm coming in" I floated to him and merged. Normally there is a resistance because the other guys don't know what's happening. But because he wanted this I was in control in seconds.

"Damn honey" I said in his deep voice " I'm liking the view from this end"

'This is so weird' he was saying in my head 'but it feels great'

We were getting hard.

"Hold on honey" I said "save some for when we pick a guy up"

I took us to the local gay bar in town. I ordered us a drink and began to flirt like crazy. Because I was in control, Frank's nerves weren't going crazy so he was having a great time. We spotted this guy

'HIM!!!!' Frank began screaming in my head 'I WANT HIM!!!'

"Calm down honey I'll work on it" I walked over to him.

It didn't take me long, he was eyeing us from across the room. I convinced him to come back to our place and he began to please us. He worshiped our giving us massages and playing with our cock. He apparently he was a pleaser.

We fucked that night. Gave the new guy a good fucking. We passed out for a bit. It was great us holding a guy together.

Frank needed to pee so I got up and went to the bathroom. After I went(I oddly miss the sensation) I left Frank.

"So I want to do something kinda normal, kinda new. "I told him

"Go on" He said. I explained my plan to him. He agreed to see what happened.

He woke the hot bear up. Found out his name is Ian. Frank tried to explain me to him without freaking him out or thinking Frank is nuts. And that I would like to use his body to please Frank. But he would be awake in his head for the whole thing.

Ian was sceptecal but said sure, waiting to see if Frank was crazy. I didn't wait. I began to merge with Ian. He struggled at first not knowing how to react.

We began to shake about. He thrust his butt and finally the merge was done. I felt all the beefy muscle of Ian and man he felt great.

'What the fuck' he began to panic but then changed ' this is..... is..... I.... it feels great'

"Ian here is getting us hard" as my dick began to throb.

"Well" Frank Said " let's do something about that. " He began to suck Ian and I off.

We had another great night. Ian is even willing to come back and let us use him again. He left very happy. When we saw him that weekend at the bar I didn't waist time and merged with him. My boyfriend and danced on the floor looking forward to fucking all night again

[possessionymas]

obsessed

Being a ghost is not an easy task, it is very boring and even more so seeing people live what one cannot live. I was a simple teenager who liked to study, I hardly left the house and the truth is that after a while I realized that I was very ugly In my physical appearance, but through the window I always saw him go by.

A guy who always passed by on my street on his way to the gym always made me stop feeling bad. I felt that he motivated me.

That same afternoon I went out to change my life and exercise but to my bad or good luck I was run over and died but apparently the person who ran over me turned out to be some kind of shaman who, seeing what he did, asked me "if I wanted to have fun" I told him Yes, I don't know why, but now I'm happy with my decision, because at that moment I started to float, I was a ghost, the shaman started driving and told me

"Go and have fun" I already knew what I wanted and I went to the gym to see my idol exercise, I was so happy I looked at him while he took a picture how handsome ..

I got closer to him to see if I could admire his physique more closely but I didn't expect that he could trip me like ghosts, I admit that it is the trip that I thank God the most for giving me. Because when I regained my balance, he was gone, I looked at myself and smiled, I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, there I could see myself, it was him, I looked at his wallet and for the first time I could find out his name or my new name.

I changed my clothes and admired my new body

She had a perfect back and the best of all was her bulge between her legs, thanks Gerardo for motivating me to be you.

I look at Gerardo's cell phone, I unlock it with a fingerprint, I wish I had his memories, but I'm happy with what I already have, I look and see that I'm invited to go to the beach...mm, what should I do? Go to the beach or try to find out about it. his family...

At the end of the information I decided to go there maybe with me and by the way they told me that they would take me to my perfect house for me. No one noticed the change in Gerardo's personality and who would blame them, literally, I'm behaving like him, the only difference is that I'm less talkative but I'll correct that later.

It's been months since I've lived like Gerardo, his mom is the best, mine just told me if I didn't study, he'd throw me out of the house. Today I went to school and I smiled when I saw my face thanks to that I stole many glances. The good thing is that they thought that I smile at them.

I adore this body, apart from being cute and handsome, he is very muscular. Today I was invited to a Halloween party, get ready, here I am.

[possessionymas]

Haunted By A Horny Ghost

Travis:

6 months ago, I purchased my house and I got an amazing deal for it. Granted I’ve heard some of the rumors about it being haunted but I don’t really believe in that stuff. Or I didn’t until now!

I’d hear an occasional creaking of the stairs or some noise in the hallway. I always told myself that I’m just getting worked up from some made up story. And at no point did I actually see any evidence, no shadow figures, objects floating, idk things ghost do.

And I have a lot of personal stuff going on, being single and young can be tough. And I have a lot of bills to pay.

But a few weeks ago, my step dad’s nephew Brad (or my step cousin) came to me after a bad break up and needing somewhere to live— I figured a roommate for a little bit could help me save up some cash.

Brad is your typical straight guy, loves sports, goes to sport bars at night when he’s not at his construction job.

I figured living with him couldn’t be that bad. That said, in practicality he’s a bit of a slob at home and his room is a mess. Dirty laundry laying everywhere, he brings over his buds and girls over for late night hook ups. He can be a bit of a pain at times but I have to remember that I’m getting half of my mortgage paid right now.

But one night, Brad came home late like 2 in the morning. I was still up myself. I was supposed to have a guy come over that night since I knew I had the place to myself but unfortunately he cancelled last minute.

So I was a little drunk and horny. When I heard the Brad’s Uber pull up, I peaked out the window to see if he brought anyone home. Luckily, it was just him clumsy climbing out of the car.

As I watch him approach the door, I see him struggling to get it open.

I roll my eyes, I guess I’ll help him out.

I head to the stairs, when I hear the door finally open up. I start to turn back around when out of nowhere I hear Brad screaming on the top of his lungs.

I rush down the stairs only to see something that I never thought I’d ever see…

Brad is standing by the shut door while astral smoke shaped like a person forces itself down his throat.

Unsure what to do, I stood frozen in one spot. I watched whatever was forcing itself into Brad go all the way into him.

His eyes close… and then reopen. He takes a deep breath of air.

“God it feels so good to breathe again! Wait a minute, am I drunk??”

He starts laughing to myself and I try to back up. I take my back leg and try to step backwards. But the floor are wooden and old. As I step back, he hears it and looks directly at me.

“Oh it’s you! Travis right?”

“Ahhh shit!!!”

I rush up the stairs running in a panic. All I can hear in the background is Brad’s voice saying, “Wait!!! Stop running!!”

I get to my bedroom, I lock the door and try to think of a game plan to get out.

I look around my room, think to myself— I could tie my sheets together and go out the window.

That’s when I hear a knock.

“Travis, it’s me. I don’t know what all you saw but can we talk?”

What can I do? Risk the chance of breaking my neck by going out the window or reason with the ghost now inhabiting Brad not to kill me.

“Travis! I promise I’m not going to hurt you!! Please open up!” he says banging louder.

I look around my room for something I could use as a weapon but unfortunately the only thing I can find is a clothing hanger.

“Hey im going to open up but you better not try anything funny!” I say back to him holding the hanger in hand.

“You have my word, I won’t harm you.”

With the coat hanger in one hand, I carefully unlock the door and open it.

Standing outside of the door is Brad’s body, grinning at me.

“Well hi, what are you going to do with that coat hanger?”

“Protect myself!” I blurt out.

He starts laughing at me and says, “well fyi if you hit me with it you’re just hurting this guy. Plus, he’s a lot taller than you.”

“Fuck, fine.”

I lower the coat hanger and let him come in.

He glides into the room and he seems to be enjoying himself.

I watch him and he eventually says to me, “so ask the question you want to know the answer to.”

“Huh?”

“I know you want answers, so ask.”

“Okay… are you a ghost?”

“Yes”

“And is Brad still alive?”

“Also, yes— he’s in here but in like a dormant state while I drive.”

I feel somewhat realized to know that Brad’s okay.

“So why are you possessing Brad when I’ve been here longer.”

“Well who’s to say I haven’t possessed you?”

“WHAT?!?”

“Kidding, no Brad’s my first time taking over someone. I honestly wasn’t sure if it was due able but I did it! The real question you should be asking is what made me choose tonight to try and take over Brad.”

“Okay, why tonight?”

“Well… Travis, I’ve been watching you since you moved in. I hope that’s not too creepy. Being a ghost and stuck inside a house, leaves me with very little to do. But you and I have a lot in common. Both of us are gay, we share a lot of the same interests. Hell you and I even like the same porn. I guess what I’m saying is that, I have a bit of a crush on you. And after seeing you get stood up tonight, I felt like you deserve someone to uhh— keep you company.”

I was shocked, not only has a gay ghost been watching me for over six months but he’s now flirting with me?

“Sorry if this is a bit much but I find you to be so attractive. And now that I have a body, I was hoping you would be down to have a little fun together.”

“Uhhh I don’t know what to say, it’s a bit strange since that is Brad’s body.”

“Oh really? So you didn’t sneak into his room the other week and take his dirty socks just to jerk off while inhaling them.”

“Oh god you saw me do that?”

“Yeah and it was hot as fuck! Listen, I know Brad’s body may not be your first choice but he’s straight guy cute. And I know you’ve thought about him in ways you’d normally wouldn’t admit. But right now, I’m in control of him and you can do whatever you want with me.”

He starts pulling off all of Brad’s clothes until he’s fully naked. I can’t help but stare at Brad’s massive dick swinging between his legs.

He gets into my bed and reaches for Brad’s cock. He gingerly play with it while watching me.

“Travis, please join me. This cock is so eager right now, you can smell my big stinky feet. I haven’t bathed all day…”

He runs brads fingers between his taint and balls. He lifts up his hand and sniffs it.

“Fuccccckkk, you need to come get a whiff of my balls.”

I’m so hard now. I walk over to him and out for Brad’s left foot. I bring it up to my face and sniff it.

I feel myself slowly lose control of the situation and just accept all of the lust running through me.

“I knew you like these feet Trav. Here come taste this cock.”

He holds it up like a prize, I take it out of his hands and press the head of it to my lips.

It’s so warm… I lick the tip of it and rub my tongue down his shaft. When I get to his balls, I take in a breath. Just consuming the smell of them.

“That’s it, doesn’t that smell so good.”

“Mhmmm…”

I pull off my clothes and I notice his eyes go straight to my dick.

“You wanna touch it?” I say to him.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch it.”

I come closer to him and he gently touches my dick. He makes a moaning sound and I notice pre-cum leaks out of Brad’s dick.

“You have the handsomest dick I’ve ever seen,” he says to me.

“Thanks haha.”

“No I mean it. You’re so cute Travis. Between your green eyes, brown curly hair, that freckle right above your happy trail, your sexy hairy legs, and those beautiful feet. Can I see them?”

“Sure.”

I let him take my feet into his hands and watch him press them against his face.

I let him lick my soles for a minute before he stops to say, “ you wanna take this up a notch?”

I nod my head and he pulls me in for a kiss. I can taste the whiskey Brad was drinking earlier.

We start making out and both of us are tangled up, our feet rubbing up and down on one another’s legs. Both of us have each other’s junk in our hand.

I feel around until I grab on to one of his butt cheeks.

He let’s do so much to him. Suck on his toes, sniff his pits, play with his nipples… and in return u let him do the same.

By the end, it’s morning. We’ve spent the entire night just edging each other.

By this point, he has Brad’s toes wrapped around my dick and I try to hold back but my cock has been toyed with for over 4 hours now.

I let out this loud moan and streams of cum squirt onto Brad’s feet.

He keeps stroking it with his toes until every last drop has been drained out of me.

He takes Brad’s cum soaked feet and licks every inch of them off.

He calls for me gesturing for me to finish him off.

I grab his dick and force it down my throat. I do it over and over until he immediately comes down it.

Both of us exhausted, lay back in my bed. I cuddled up to him and say, “hey thanks for tonight. By the way, what’s your actual name?”

“It’s Sebastian but you can call me Seb.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you Seb.”

I curl up to him and soon pass out.

By one the next day, I wake up and thought last night may have been a weird dream. I look over and Seb isn’t in bed with me.

I get up to go pee and walk past Brad’s room. But to my surprise he’s not in bed.

I walk to the bathroom and see Brad naked looking at himself in the mirror.

He turns around to me and says, “Yo! What the hell Trav, have you heard of knocking?”

“Oh sorry Brad!”

“HAHAHA just messing with you! It’s me Seb.”

I feel blood rushing to my dick knowing that last night wasn’t a dream after all.

I walk over to pee and peak over at Seb.

He’s checking Brad’s body out in the mirror and starts flexing.

“I tried to leave his body this morning but I don’t really know how to…”

“Oh,” I say to him.

“Not that I’m in a rush to leave but I guess I really didn’t think this one through.”

“Well I don’t mind having you around.” I say to him.

I finish peeing and turn around to him. My eyes focus on Brad’s bubbly butt.

I grab his cheek and he lets out a yelping noise. I press my morning wood on his ass and he grins.

“Someone’s perky this morning.”

“I guess I’m just excited to have some more fun with my new ghost friend.”

“Well I have nothing better to do in the after life so I’m all yours for the day.”

I kiss him on his back and say, “whenever you’re done with the mirror come to my room.”

Seb follow me and we start an entire day of fooling around and talking.

I spend hours with his feet with my head at the end of the bed while does the same with mine. Both of us rubbing and playing with each toe. I just love how hairy and smelly they are.

Seb tells me about his previous life, how he used to live here and died from a freak accident one day. He seems like he’s been lonely all of these years.

“It was so refreshing seeing you move in, I was so bored for so long Trav. Then walks in this handsome guy.”

“Well my life hasn’t been too exciting either, I guess you can I’ve been lonely too.”

I feel him tickle my sole.

“Hey!”

“Sorry couldn’t resist!”

Days passed and Seb still could not figure out how to get out of Brad. Which I didn’t know if he was lying or not. I honestly didn’t want him to leave.

And by a month, Seb figured out Brad’s job and all of the things he needed to know to pretend to be him.

3 months in and we’re officially together. Seb loves all of the new video games he’s missed over the last 20 years while I just love watching him.

And we get soooo kinky! I’ll suck him off while he plays some game.

He even lets me tie him up. Which is sooo hot to me.

I’d like to think of that night as a fresh start for the both of us. And I couldn’t be happier with my horny ghost boyfriend!