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Body Possession Journey

OG Story: https://www.writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/2067738-Body-Possession-Journey/map/1

Brandon, the younger brother, knew that taking over someone else’s body would be wrong, but he was so tired of not being taken seriously. He was 14 for crying out loud! He felt old enough to be treated like he knew what was best for himself, but his older brother’s always rolled their eyes and joked with him. His father kept telling him he wasn’t old enough yet to be in charge of certain things or to know what was best for himself. Richard, Brandon’s 43 year-old father, he’s a single father. He hasn’t gone gray yet and is still very fit, handsome, and youthful. He could definitely pass for a 34 year-old man.

Brandon knew that the only way to be respected and taken seriously was to take it for himself. Brandon was extremely frustrated, so he went to his room and slammed the door. He hopped on his bed and just laid there with his face in the pillow for a few minutes until he noticed a strange feeling–rather, that he did not feel anything.

“Huh?!” Brandon yelled out as he looked down and saw that his body was gone. He was some kind of translucent ghost looking thing. “Nice! Can anyone hear me?!!” he called out, but no one came. He tried banging on the wall that separated his and Jake’s rooms, but his hand went right into the drywall. “This is fucking awesome…” Brandon thought before he heard some big footsteps approach his door.

“Brandon! You’ve been in there a while. Are you gonna remember to mow the–HUH!” Richard gasped as he opened the door and unknowingly walked right into Brandon’s invisible energy. Brandon was caught by surprise too as the door swung open and his dad walked right into him. But instead of a collision, he felt himself getting sucked right into his dad’s muscular body. “Oh God…” Richard said through strained grunts as his body quivered and he grabbed each side of the door frame for support. Richard moaned as Brandon was fully absorbed into him before standing straight up and gasping as Brandon’s astral energy reached full alignment inside him. “What the…Oh shit!” Brandon exclaimed as he got his bearings, instantly recognizing his father’s voice leaving his mouth. Brandon had no idea how the fuck that had happened, but he quickly closed the door behind him and stared in awe at the mirror as he watched his dad’s big, strong body do everything he willed it to do. Brandon knew he would need to get better at controlling his abilities, but for now this was his chance to feel important. He was finally the man of the house!

Richard groaned in satisfaction as he stretched his arms and then ran his hands down his solid torso. “Oh I could get used to this,” the man of the house said, only it wasn’t Richard saying that or doing any of that–he was currently possessed by his youngest son, Brandon, after an accident. He was enjoying his quick tour of his father’s body and relishing in the strength he felt as he squeezed his fists and watched his hairy arms bulge in response. And he loved hearing that deeper voice express his thoughts. He had a hard time ignoring the stirring in his dad’s jeans, but he got a grip on himself and assured himself, “there’ll be plenty of time for that later.” Richard smirked as Brandon walked his new body out of his old room and went straight to the master bedroom–the place he would be staying as long he decided to keep his dad’s body.

“I could sure get used to this,” he groaned after hopping onto the King sized bed and sprawling out. He really did feel like a king, but Brandon smirked again as he got a mischevious idea. Brandon got back up on his powerful new feet and swaggered down to the kitchen, chest out as he proudly showed off his powerful chest. The chore board was on the wall, and Brandon chuckled as he crossed his name off of lawn and pool duty before yelling out, “Smith! Jake! You boys get your asses down here right now!!” Smith came down first, standing at attention. He had always respected and looked up to his father, and then after his time in the military he was truly ready and waiting. Jake yawned as he slowly made his way up to join them. These two boys had terrorized Brandon growing up, but now, as their father, it was his turn, and they couldn’t say no. “Jake, you little fuck. When I call your name I expect you to walk in like you give a damn like Smith here. Drop the fuck down and give me twenty.” “What??” Jake asked, confused as Richard had never been strict with him before. But he didn’t know he wasn’t dealing with the real Richard–it was Brandon inside their father’s body, and maybe Jake should have been nicer. “I said drop to the fucking ground and give me twenty,” Brandon forced his father’s powerful and deep voice to say with such intimidation. “I mean why do I have to push ups when that fucktard Brandon isn’t even here yet?” Jake gasped as Richard’s hands pushed him hard against the wall. Then his eyes shot open as he felt Richard’s strong hand grip around his throat and squeeze. “Don’t you ever disrespect your little brother like that again. He’s at camp if you must know, so we’re back to you and your shitty attitude. When I let you go I expect you to drop and give me fifty. Are we FUCKING clear?!” Richard growled into Jake’s face as Brandon unleashed his pent up rage. Jake grabbed for his throat and coughed for breath after his throat was freed and immediately dropped down, blasting out push ups until his shaking arms completed number fifty. “See, that’s a good son right there. Making your old man proud. Now go clean the pool.” “But that was Brandon’s–” Jake cut himself off as he saw his father spin around with a look of fury in his eyes. Without another word, Jake scurried to the back yard and began readying the pool vacuum along with the chemicals and the pool net. That left Smith there, still standing at attention but visibly shocked by what he had just witnessed. “Smith, you were a good son getting your ass down here so fast. You’ve been a real shithead to Brandon, but you’ve really grown a lot in the military. Just mow the lawn, and then you can go do whatever. Use the riding mower if you want, I don’t give a shit,” Brandon ordered. “Yes, sir,” Smith responded before going out back to the shed to get started with the lawn. “Fuck that was awesome!” Richard exclaimed as he was by himself in the house–it looked almost comical seeing that strong man of the house bursting with the excitement of his 14-year-old son, but this was such a rush for Brandon.

Afterwards Richard, currently inhabited by Brandon, could no longer ignore the stirring in his jeans. Brandon went to Richard’s room. As Brandon passed by the mirror he could see the large bulge in Richard’s jeans twitching with need, so he pulled down the jeans and rubbed his erect dick through his underwear.

“Ooooohhh fuck” Brandon moaned in Richard’s voice, as a wet spot appeared on the front of his underwear.

Finally he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled down his pre-cum stained underwear and grabbed ahold of Richard’s erect pole. “I didn’t know how good it felt being a full grown adult”, Brandon exclaimed from inside of Richard’s body. After about 30 minutes he felt the built up of cum in his throbbing member, “aw fuck” Brandon said as his stolen body quaked in pleasure as his long and thick dick shot over 10 long strands of thick cum.

Brandon stared at his Dad’s sexy, manly body in the full length mirror. So strong and virile. He growled a little as he rubbed his hands along that trimmed coat of hair covering that toned and powerful chest. His still hard cock stirred, letting out one last drop of cum that dropped right down onto the floor. The 10 strands of thick cum were slowly gliding down the mirrors surface and Brandon couldn’t help himself in the moment as he dropped down onto his father’s knees and began gliding his tongue up, making contact with the cum before moaning in delight as he licked up every last drop. “Ohhhh fuuuuck that tastes so good,” Brandon said in a nice, low and sexy tone. This was a violation of his dad’s body in every possible way, but he was now throbbing rock hard all over again, his pulsating dick prepared to release another fresh drop onto the floor as Brandon finished lapping up the last of that first load in his own father’s body. But as he grabbed his rod and sighed out in contentment he was absolutely sure it would not be the last.

Brandon felt out of control as he rushed for his father’s bed, enjoying the sound and feeling as he hopped on with Richard’s larger, powerful body. It was addicting. And in that moment he was overcome by so much. The combo of his own 14 year old urges and hormones roaring to life combined with his dad’s roaring, powerful body that was flooding with masculine testosterone and finally the gay urges he had started to feel in the last year that only grew stronger after he discovered gay porn. A small logical part of Brandon’s mind knew this was so fucking wrong, but the rest of his mind was overwhelmed by the temptation of the moment. Brandon lifted his father’s muscular and hairy legs in the air and then.

Brandon couldn’t control himself or wait any longer. With his dad’s muscular and hairy legs lifted up in the air Brandon quickly put one of his dad’s thick fingers in his stolen mouth, getting it wet and slick. His heart was pounding in his chest with sex and desire. He eagerly reached that wet finger down to his father’s almost guaranteed virgin hole and began rubbing the wet tip around that rose bud opening. “Ohhhhhhhhhh” Brandon cooed with Richard’s deep, bass filled voice as he ran circles around that opening, getting chills as it involuntarily tightened each time his finger got a little too close. Biting his lip, Brandon decided to bite the bullet and get that show on the road. Spitting into his hand he made sure a glob of that spit was right on his opening before pressing his right index finger up against that impossibly tight hole. Brandon closed his eyes and moaned as he pushed, so slowly, but at a steady pace. His dad’s hole was sooooo tight, or at least he assumed so. Brandon had never even played with his own teen hole. No, his dad’s manly 43 year old hole was the first one he had ever played with and he was so glad. “Ohhhh Fuck!” he gasped out as his eyes shot open and it was like he had gotten past a barrier. There was the initial opening and then a tight band, but once he got past that it’s like he just shot the rest of the finger in up to the knuckle. Brandon was beside himself, gasping out for breath and wriggling his toes around as he began gently twirling that finger around inside himself. He still got off hearing his father’s voice make such passionate and sexual noises. But it really reached a pitch as his inner exploration reached a magical spot. “OH FUCK!” Brandon shouted as he accidentally discovered his father’s prostate. RIchard’s face went bright red as sensation crashed through his body and his own 14 year old son made him finger that spot again and again and again! Brandon hadn’t even touched his father’s dick but was shocked as it reached full hardness and was no pulsating, throbbing, bright red and begging for release. A drop of precum oozed out of that amazing cock as Brandon continued to finger fuck himself with that right index finger and massaged his hairy chest and abs with his free left hand.

Just as Brandon was going to reach for his father’s huge cock all of the sudden his stolen body started to shake and Brandon could feel himself losing control of his father’s manly body. Brandon’s astral form could be seen slowly exiting his father’s body trying to hang on to anything to keep him inside but it proved futile. Once all of Brandon’s form had been expelled from his father’s body, he regained consciousness and was really confused with the scene in front of him and why his asshole was sore.

“What?? How did I get here? The last thing I remember was going to check on Brandon.”

All of the sudden the father let out a loud deep moan and shot a giant load all over himself. Energy now spent and disoriented the father got up from the bed and looked over at his clothes on the floor and could see his sexy grey underwear with a giant wet spot on the front of the pouch. Just the father was starting to get freaked out about the hole in his memory Brandon decided to use his father’s disoriented state to jump back inside his sexy hairy body. The father let out a grunt of surprised as he felt his control of his hunky body decreasing.

“Ughh what’s happening to me!!”

The father yelled as his body continued to shake. All of the sudden he stopped shaking and let out a deep chuckle only now it was Brandon controlling his voice. The father looked up and his eyes were now a different shade of grey (brandon’s eye color) to signify Brandon’s dominance over his sexy body. Brandon used his stolen muscular legs to walk over to the mirror

“You know, I’ve always been envious of all the men in my family especially you” Brandon from inside his father’s body said.

Brandon then forced his father to flex his giant mountain like biceps

“I had to see you stride around the house with your shirt off and all these hard muscles for everyone to admire, but now they’re mine to flaunt and control.”

Brandon then noticed his father’s monstrous hairy cock rise to full hardness.

“Don’t think I forgot about this sexy cock, all those times you walked around in shorts with no underwear on, I could see just how long and thick you were and how your fat cock would bounce around with every step your powerful thick thighs would take oh how I wished I could just get a feel of it, now my dream has come true. I now can feel up your body whenever I please and use your huge cock to plow any man I want”

Brandon then forced his father’s giant meaty hand down to his fat cock and started going to town thrusting his hips and moaning so loud in his father’s deep sexy voice that the walls would vibrate. After a few minutes of non stop jerking his father’s sexy hairy cock exploded in the biggest load Brandon has ever seen and covered the mirror and everything around it in giant globs of his father’s mature seed. After Brandon from inside his father came down from his sex high he grabbed a pair of basketball shorts and with a giant smile on his face put them on with no underwear. Brandon took one last look in the mirror with his stolen eyes and admired the way the front of the basketball shorts would bulge out with his father’s cock under his control. He gave his father’s sexy hairy body one last double bicep flex and he could smell the after sex musk his father exuded. The father under the control of Brandon growled deep within his hairy muscled chest as the front of his basketball shorts started to bulge out. Time to go check on the other men of the house!

Brandon got dressed in some preppy casual clothes A fitted polo that showed off his dad’s nice pecs and toned shoulders and some khaki shorts that went a little above the knee, so everyone was able to see Richard’s amazing calves and thigh muscles. This wouldn’t be acceptable in most standard offices, but Richard was primarily able to work from home on account of owning his own company, so he could dress however he wanted except for the obvious client meetings when he had to suit up. Brandon was loving how he looked in the mirror, feeling along his father’s tapered V torso through the soft black shirt.

He figured he’d try his hand at doing a few “grown up” things and went to Richard’s home office, enjoying the feeling of the luxury chair morphing to his extra weight and putting his spine in perfect alignment. His Dad had a corporate-grade PC with a finger print reader for extra security, but he smirked as he pressed down with his new finger and watched the laptop unlock for him. He did the same with his dad’s Face ID on his iPhone and felt immense satisfaction. “Hmmmm, since I’m technically Richard for now, I guess I should do some work. Don’t want my old man to be screwed over tomorrow or whenever I go back to normal…” Brandon said aloud with richard’s deep baritone. But he honestly didn’t know where to begin. Brandon never fully understood what his dad’s job even was. That’s when an idea hit him. He thought long and hard—concentrating on accessing his father’s memories and knowledge. He closed his eyes and focused until he opened his eyes with an alert expression.

“Fuck!” Brandon said as he opened a work program and began typing away. He now knew everything that his dad did and knew how to do it exactly as well as his father! After an hour or two he logged off of the laptop, having completed all of his father’s assigned work and emails for the afternoon. The satisfaction he felt was immense. With Richard’s work done, plus it’s now Saturday afternoon, Brandon thought about what he should do? Is it time to move on or should he enjoy the weekend in his father’s body?

Yes yes yes! Brandon already knew that this was his ideal, perfect body! And now that he knew he could access his father’s knowledge and memories he knew he would be able to continue his dad’s work and other adult stuff like bills and taxes! There was nothing holding him back! Brandon didn’t know if this would work, but he stripped down naked and hopped back onto his dad’s bed. He was so hard thinking about owning this body and BECOMING Richard permanently. Brandon grabbed his father’s pulsating rod and began stroking it gently while he focused and closed his eyes. Within his mind he searched around until his spiritual avatar found the true dormant Richard. His father was trapped in stasis in his body’s own subconscious while Brandon had been having his fun, but now Brandon was ready to take things to a new level. He wasn’t going to merely possess his dad—he was about to become his dad. Brandon flopped his dad’s spirit form over onto his stomach so his back was facing up. From there, all Brandon could think to do was enter. Back in the real world, Richard’s body was stroking his cock faster and with greater intensity as Brandon’s spirit positioned itself behind Richard’s resting spirit and began to enter! Richard’s body suddenly seized and arched its back as Richard’s own spirit was invaded and possessed by his youngest son. There was no going back from this. Brandon was elated as he felt the larger soul take more and more of him in. He stretched his astral legs into his fathers—felt his fathers astral torso swallow him and seal him inside and finally their heads aligned and Brandon’s was sealed inside. “Nnnggggggggg fuuuuucckkkk yeahhhhh!!!!” Richard’s body roared as cum shot all over his chest and bed, toes curled and his sexy mature face flushed red and face tight with pleasure. Brandon opened his eyes, breathing harder than he ever had as he looked at the site in front of him. “Fuck, it worked!” He gasped before hungrily eating up every last drop of “his” seed. He no longer felt like he was an outside force in his father’s body. No—this was now his base body now and forever more. And he closed his eyes and explored his mind to prove it. Within his mind he went in front of an astral mirror and saw the proof—his spiritual form was now identical to his father. The voice inside his head was his father’s. He was truly Richard in every way. Opening his eyes again he wondered…did the merge make him lose his powers? He concentrated and to his delight he instantly transformed into an astral form only now his astral form looked just like his father! This was a dream come true for Brandon! It’s Saturday evening and Brandon no longer exists. What does the new Richard do now?

Richard gets to work…He goes to his old room and collects some clothing and essentials and stuffs them in a duffel bag. He then grabs pen and paper and begins writing the note, tapping into his former handwriting to really sell the act.

Dad, Jake, and Smith: I’m sick of being part of this family. I’ve decided to run away. I didn’t take my phone, so you won’t be able to track me. Don’t even bother to try finding me. I’m never coming back. Richard then tosses the duffel bag into a creek in the back yard and watches the remnants of his old life wash away with the current. It shouldn’t be a turn-on, but he can’t help but feel his dick hop a little as he realizes this life and body really is his now. It’ll take some getting used to as he still thinks of himself as Brandon at his core, but it’s only a matter of time before that old life feels like a distant memory. Thinking with Richard’s voice certainly helps. Time to put on the act…. “Boys! Jake! Smith! Get down here!” Richard shouts from the kitchen. The two older sons hustle down the kitchen, not wanting to upset their father after the morning incident. “Boys, Brandon ran away! He left this note!” Richard says before showing them the paper. “Quick! Start calling all your friends in the neighborhood. Get in your cars and check the neighborhood! I’ll cover the south side of the neighborhood! Go! Now!” The boys look shocked and surprised but quickly get to work–letting their friends and neighbors in town know to be on the lookout for Brandon before getting in their cars and searching. Richard goes along with the show–calling several parents with concern to see if Brandon is at their house before hopping in his expensive SUV and driving off. Except Richard doesn’t drive around the neighborhood. Nope–he’s too excited. He’s getting off on this. He goes to the mall and parks in an empty area where no one can see what he’s up to.

“mmmmm yeahhhhh” he moans as he rubs his throbbing cock through his nice khaki shorts. “no going back. This really is all mine now” Richard unbuttons and unzips the shorts, freeing his monster cock from its fabric prison before enthusiastically gripping the shaft and pumping that meat. The devoted single father that has half the neighborhood on a wild goose chase is getting off on this! The finality of it all. He knows that once there is a search and it’s eventually called off that’ll be it. He’ll have to act sad and put on a show, but it’s only a matter of time until he’s free to live the life he’s always dreamed of in a body that he deserved. The old Richard was gone forever. There was a new Richard in town. These thoughts swarmed through his mind until he finally couldn’t handle it anymore. “mmmmmfffuuuuuckkk!” Richard groaned before biting down on his bottom lip and feeling his cock shoot out wads of his virile seed. The shots of warm cum got everywhere–all over his nice shirt, the steering wheel, and one even landed smack dab across his cheek. After his breathing calmed down, Richard got to work eating up as much of the spunk as he could before stripping off the cum soaked polo and reaching in the backseat for his gym bag. He pulled out a fitted exercise shirt and swapped into it, admiring his cut torso along the way. “Well, better head back and let anyone know Brandon was nowhere to be found.” the man says with a smirk.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Richard says aloud as he sees a sex shop emporium on the drive home. With teenage delight the fully grown man parks right outside and saunters into the store. He’s given a quick welcome and told to let the staff know if he needs help. Richard isn’t looking for anything in particular though–a little bit of everything. He grabs a basket and immediately goes to the lube section, picking out all sorts of flavored lubes, regular lubes, and even some that claimed to reduce anal pain. Next up was the fleshlights. The former Brandon had wanted one ever since he hit puberty but was too embarrassed to ask for one. But now that he was Richard…he put two in his basket–one shaped like a pussy and one shaped like a tight asshole. He went ahead and got a few vibrators and then in the dildo section he picked out three so he could graduate up over time: an average looking 6 inch cock, a juicier 8 inch cock, and finally, a beer can thick 10 inch cock. It might take some time to work up to that one…. He didn’t need any porn DVDs since the web was abundant with porn, but he thought maybe later he’d get a subscription to Sean Cody. For now though he brought his basket to the checkout counter and proudly pulled out his platinum credit card. Richard was beyond excited to put these new goodies to work.

The liquor store was just across the street, so Richard thought, ehhhh why the hell not? This 43 year old man was looking forward to his first drink…well his first drink now that he had permanently gone from 14 to 43. The former Brandon had never had a drink in his life, but based on the memories he absorbed from his father, this body didn’t drink often, but when it did, ketel one vodka was the booze of choice. He excitedly grabbed a 1.75L bottle of the ketel one and picked up some club soda, orange juice, and lemons. Based on his new memories, a vodka soda with lemon would be tolerable, but a vodka OJ would actually taste really great. Richard loved being able to pull out his wallet and see his new self on that Driver’s license. Handing over an image of such a sexy, attractive man was a thrill–even more so knowing this was his identity forever and ever–or at least until he decided to merge into someone else–maybe he’d give this body a good 10 years and then merge into his oldest son, Smith…but that was all down the road. For now he was just thrilled to hand over that platinum credit card, pay, and return to his car with materials to have one hell of a fun first night in this body.

Richard pretended to answer some emails in his office. “Ugh Finally!” he said with glee as he closed the laptop and retrieved his goodies from the car. Tons of vodka, lube, fleshlights, and dildos were all his to enjoy in that perfect older body. So many firsts were his to enjoy that night. But he wondered–would it be even more satisfying to enjoy this booze and these toys with another person?

Richard licked his lips, moaning slightly as he began to undress.

He plopped down on his couch, buck naked. Richard laughed to tears. His life, His house, his ‘sons’. All his. He took a rugged hand to wipe these tears, savoring the exquisite flavor in his new tongue. This body, these tears oh happiness outpouring from the emotions he produced in them- they were utterly his. He aimed for his goodies before stopping himself. Panting and moaning felt utterly unnatural coming from the man’s gravely tongue. Building a new habit only seemed to rile him up further. The older hunk gripped his body possessively, smearing himself in the day’s grime and inhaling his own pungent scent. He began playing with his nipples nonchalantly, while bucking his hips. “No…. I think for my ‘first’ night… it’s just gonna be you and me.” Unprompted, the rock hard stallion’s dick began squirting out his seed. Unbothered, the man continued to smearing his own product. Sweat, seed and grime began to penetrate his nasal passages and he inhaled even deeper. Richard’s eyes fluttered as he gingerly places a large sampling of his own seed on his lips. Like a snake wriggling in the night air, his tongue danced rhythmically before greedily lapping up his own body ‘s produce. He sighs happily before falling into unconsciousness. “Fuck I’m delicious.” Richard’s eyes fluttered gently in dim morning light as the father appeared to be first to wake. He frowned slightly as his sons had apparently not woken up. He gave an uncharacteristic pout, pinching his nipple before winking at his reflection. “Shame we couldn’t show Smithy and Jakey what a god-bod their old man has.” He moaned as he cupped his own ass and gave it a quick squeeze. “I should check on the boys- let them know their brother might be gone, but-“ He twists his nipple a little further before moaning. “a part of him will live on, inside us.” He slaps his abs. Before uncharacteristically snarling at his reflection. “And I’m never fucking leaving.”

I’m not really ready to jump right to sex Richard thought to himself. I mean, he literally just stole this body today. He wanted to get fully comfortable with it first before jumping right into sex. That would come in due time, but for now he grinned as he unpacked his bags in his master bedroom. He made sure to lock the door. Noise wouldn’t be that much of an issue within reason seeing as how the master bedroom was on the ground floor and all three of the boys’ bedrooms were upstairs. Richard was already getting hard as he unpacked and laid out the booze and all of the sex toys he had bought with his platinum visa. God, what a thrill handing that thing over. All of that hard-earned money was his to enjoy. He fetched some ice and a glass from the kitchen and went ahead mixing a cocktail. About 3 parts OJ to 1 part Vodka. Nothing strong based on the old Richard’s memories, but something enjoyable to prime the palette for stronger drinks. He took his first sip and…

Wow that was better than he thought it would be! This body had decades of drinking experience, but its new owner did not despite now possessing Richard’s memories. It was still his first drink and he was lucky to be tasting it with an experienced tongue. That vodka screwdriver was gone after one more big gulp. “mmm damn that was good,” Richard marveled as he poured another–stronger this time at probably 2 parts OJ to 1 part vodka. “Bottoms up,” he mused before taking another sip. He scrunched his face slightly. “Well, that has a bit more of a kick,” he said before laughing. But he was man of the house now and wasn’t going to water it down. Richard tossed the drink back and set the glass down, belching just slightly as he already felt a mild euphoria that he had never experienced before. “Oh fuck this feels good,” he mused to himself as he made one more round exactly like the last one. He savored this one more, not quite tossing it back–already amazed at how his palette had adjusted and this one didn’t have the kick that the last round had. Richard wanted to really feel what it was like to be drunk before he played with all of the sex toys, so he switched over to the vodka soda–making three moderately strong rounds with lemon juice before downing them in decently rapid succession. He was feeling like he was on cloud nine, euphoric and happier than he had ever been. Richard made one more vodka soda that he put on the nightstand to nurse later on, but for right now he was feeling absolutely perfect and ready for some sex toy fun. He gasped in excitement again as he got up in front of the mirror and rubbed his hands along those carved pecs. Seeing that masculine, handsome face smiling with teenage excitement at the hotness of his own body was such a cute sight.

He flexed and clenched his pecs and abs as he massaged that torso, dick tenting in his shorts as he did so. “Fuck man, I’m such a stallion. I’ve milked this cock like 3 times today and I’ve never been hornier,” he mused to himself. “No hard feelings, Dad. I’m so glad I became you. It wasn’t enough to just inhabit you. I fucking needed to become you!” Richard remembers that moment when he used to be Brandon–when his younger astral form entered the slumbering astral form of Richard–fully possessing and merging into his own father’s soul–effectively destroying the man that raised him and making him the new Richard now and forever. “Fuck yeah this is my body forever. Fuck, I’ve got your cock, your good looks, all your muscles, your great job, your clothes, your money. It’s all mine now.” Richard’s cock was throbbing at this point so he quickly shook off the shorts and underwear and marveled at his reflection with the 10 inch cock standing straight up, hard as a steel rod. He immediately laid down a towel on the bed and pulled all of the toys into the bed with him. He was excited, but didn’t know where to start.

“Oh my god, I’ve always wanted to know what this feels like!” Richard exclaims as he grabs the smallest dildo he bought earlier and slathers it in the lube that reduces pain. He goes ahead and smears some on his hole for good measure. This sexy grown man raises his legs in the air and gently places the head of the dildo against his virgin opening. “Oh fuck that’s tight,” he groans as he gently nudges the head halfway in before the pain makes him remove it. “Need to relax a little–or maybe I need some of that lidocaine lube inside me…” Richard pumps some of that lube on his left index finger and sighs loudly as he inserts that finger inside himself, slowly up to the knuckle. He enjoys just leaving that finger in there and gently swirling it around. The lube is definitely working because he can feel the pleasure of the finger swirling, but his sphincter seems noticeably less uncomfortable and more relaxed. Richard removes the finger and lines the dildo back up, applying gentle pressure again and moaning out as this time he’s able to get the entire head inside himself. He closes his eyes and just leaves it in like that for almost a minute before taking a deep breath and applying more pressure. “ohhhhhhh fuck,” he moans out as he slowly slides that dildo deeper, half inch by half inch. He has to stop again when it’s about halfway inside, but he keeps it exactly where it is and tightens his hole around it. As soon as he relaxes again he’s able to slide more of the dildo in. This process continues over and over until he arches his back and grunts loudly as the final half inch is fully inserted inside himself. “mmmmmmmmm Jesus that feels good,” he groans as he stretches his muscular, hairy legs out, curling his toes and squeezing his hole tight around that 6 inch dildo. Richard didn’t know if he should push his luck–He was feeling so good with the 6 inch dildo. Maybe he should just fuck himself with that since this ass is a virgin ass. Then he can incorporate the fleshlights and still have an amazing night. Or should he be daring and try to fit the 8 inch dildo inside himself?!

Richard was too horny to take on the process of working up to an 8 inch dildo, feeling so amazing and full with the 6 incher. It was a bizarre sight, this respectable 43 year old father acting out the most horny fantasies of his gay 14 year old son, clearly beyond turned on by the power he had in his new body. He eagerly lubed his pulsating ten inch rod and began lowering a fleshlight onto his meat, sighing in satisfaction as he felt himself stuffed full and his own cock snug and filling a tight, slick hole. He just basked in the dual sensation for a few moments before slowly pulling the fleshlight up a bit and sliding it back down, instantly sending a shiver down his spine as he went at it again, this time thrusting a bit into his grip, growling now as the testosterone took over. Richard’s toes curled and dug into the bed as he spread his thighs wide, working rhythmically to thrust up into his grip to fuck the fleshlight, while furiously using his other hand to plunge the dildo in and out of his quickly adapting hole. “nnngggggg FUCK! This prostate went to waste all these years! DAMN that feels good!” Richard said between grunts as he continued this double pleasure. Sweat formed a sheen on his hairy and muscular body as his breathing picked up, muscles tightening as his back arched and he nearly screamed with seismic pleasure, thrusting the dildo into him one last firm time as stream after stream of cum launched into the fleshlight, filling it up so much that each pump started squirting his seed out of the sex toy oozing down his shaft and getting caught all over his thick bush, thighs, and lower abs. “Jesus Christ…” Richard said, panting for breath as he smiled in orgasmic bliss. He reached over and sniffed the manly aroma radiating from his hairy and sweaty pits, really digging his face in and even tasting that funky sweat before removing the fleshlight and letting his juices ooze into his open and eagerly awaiting mouth. “Tastes so fucking good…” Richard moaned as he devoured his own seed. And on some level, the man previously known as Brandon basked in making his new identity do this. Even though he was technically the new Richard, the old him never would have existed without this seed he now hungrily devoured with his new mouth. The world truly seemed like his oyster at this point as Richard contemplated what he could do next…

The former Brandon, now 43 year old DILF stud, Richard, woke up groggy and tangled in cum smeared bed sheets. The morning light poured into his window and for a brief moment, the new man wondered if the previous day had just been a wildly erotic dream, but with a few blinks he realized the room he was in and looked down to see the larger, masculine body that now belonged to him. Brandon still couldn’t believe he had been so impulsive! And a little bit of that reality was sinking in as he realized it was Sunday, but starting tomorrow–even though he now had seamless access to his father’s memories and knowledge–he would have to work fulltime, finish raising Jake who’s still a senior in High School, and be there for Smith as well. Brandon also wondered about his old best friends. How would they ever hang out now without it being super inappropriate? What would they think? Would they even believe him? “Oh shit” Brandon gasped softly as he simultaneously started feeling the first headache of his first hangover at the same time that his semi-hard cock hardened to full morning wood and he helplessly ground his amazing new dick raw against those buttery soft sheets that caressed his fit body. He chugged the last of the water on the nightstand and hoped that would help his head feel better, but in the meantime he resorted to the most natural painkiller he could think of as he grinned and started to slowly grind with even more intent–moaning with that sexy, deep voice until he jammed a pillow between his thighs and thrust those powerful hips over and over. He fucked that pillow with the same buttery soft thread count and caressed himself–cupping those firm pecs and playing with those sensitive nips and flexing his rippling abs and feeling along all the ridges. “I can’t believe this is all mine! This fucking body. This life! All mine. That’s right, I’m Richard now. Why waste time being more like dad, when I could just become you, old man? Fuckkkkkkkk and now I get to be the old man.” That thought drove Brandon wild and he glistened with sweat until he finally bucked his new hips wildly and felt that massive new dick launch his virile seed over yet another bed linen. There was a lot of spillage though onto his inner thighs, his trimmed bush, and even some on his cut abs, but Brandon was not grossed out at all. In fact, he fingered a lot of the excess into his own mouth–tasting his new seed yet again and grunting in approval as he rammed his hips with the last few spasms of his orgasm. “That’s what a real man tastes like,” Brandon said with a cocky smirk on his mature face. This morning orgasm had distracted him from his earlier conundrum, but as he got up and decided a shower was in order, he quickly got back to worrying where his day should head after he washed off the layer of filth accumulated in such a short time since permanently taking over his own father’s body, mind, and soul.

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Transplanted Into My Evil Stepfather’s Body!

[Part One]

You awoke from what seemed like a dreamless sleep, drifting slowly back into consciousness. Finding it extremely difficult to move. Your entire body feeling all numb and lifeless, while your eyelids felt like led. It take you a good minute or two to actually prey them open. Everything being all blurry and out of focus when you finally did. Where am I? was your first thought. Gazing up at the white ceiling above. Having great difficulty even trying to turn your neck to find out. Not entirely sure what was going on. Had you been drugged? It certainly felt like it. Your head being all hazy, and it being rather hard to focus on anything. Deciding to just give up on your eyes in the end and instead listen out for any other clues. The steady beep of nearby medical equipment, added to the feeling of something plastic covering both your nose and mouth, leading you to believe that you were currently in a hospital. The question however was why? Not being able to remember much at all. Wasn’t I at a football game? You were. A local game that you had attended with your family. Not really being all that into sports, but it had been a “chance to get out of the house for a while”, as your mother had told you. Adding as an incentive that you could bring a friend along, which you did. That’s right. We were all laughing at some stupid joke on the way home from the game when… when… You couldn’t remember much beyond that. Assuming that something must have happened while you were there. Otherwise, what else would you be doing here? Though you tried desperately to rack your brain for the answer, it was in vain. Being far too out of it to fully get a handle on what exactly had happened. Finding yourself again drifting slowly into unconsciousness. Being awoken again sometime later by the sound of voices. Male voices. Two of them. Seemingly arguing about something… “…For God sake, Bill. Give it a rest, will you. It worked didn’t it?” “So far. But still, that didn’t give you the right to go ahead with the procedure. Not only did you risk both our reputations as well as our jobs, you took a chance with patients lives!” “They were both clinically dead! What else was I supposed to do? At least this way we saved one of them. Plus, think of our research.” “Oh I am, Dr. Kerry, Believe you me, I am. As soon as this gets out… what we’ve done… we’ll be finished. Not to mention what will happen to the patient and everyone else involved. It’ll be a media circus. They won’t get a moments peace for the rest of their lives!” “It won’t come out.” The first voice assured the other. Getting louder now as you heard a door open. “We’ve already made sure of that.” The second voice let out a sigh. “Yes, of course… The money.” He said, reluctantly. Growing slightly angrier. “Do you know how hard I had to spin this whole thing to get them to actually take it? Do you? Not to mention the fact that we’ll have nothing left over now. That’s the entire research budget!” “It’ll be fine. We’ve already got all the research we need. I mean, we did it, Saunders… we actually did it! The first ever human brain transplant. It really is remarkable.” Although you weren’t entirely sure if you were dreaming this or not, the term ‘brain transplant’ jumped right out at you, indicating that there was no way it could be real. After all, brain transplants were just a work of science fiction, weren’t they? Either way, you weren’t just going to lay here for any longer. Not if there really was someone there. Letting out a groan as you again forced open your eyes. Muttering softly, “Wuh… Where am I? What’s going on?” The words tickling uncomfortably at your throat The voices instantly stopped, and you watched through the blurry haze as a figure suddenly appeared above you. Proclaiming, “Timothy… You’re awake!” The voice belonging to the first man, Dr. Kerry (as the other had named him). A balding, middle aged man with dark hair, a mustache and a thick pair of glasses. The white coat he was indicating that he was indeed a doctor. Examining you rather eagerly as he quickly removed the oxygen mask from your face. “How are you feeling?” “Not great…” you croaked. Still feeling incredibly woozy. Even if you were glad to finally see somebody. “Don’t worry, it’s just the drugs we gave you. They’ll wear off soon enough,” he informed you. Flashing a little flashlight into your eyes. “Do you remember what happened?” “No. Not really…” Try as you might. “I’m afraid you were in an accident. A car accident. A quite serious one at that.” As soon as he said this, something seemed to click inside. Thinking to yourself, A car accident… Of course! As it all suddenly came flooding back. You weren’t at the game, you were on your way home. Recalling the sound of screeching tires. A loud bang. And then… Nothing. Something having obviously plowed right into your family van. “My name is Dr. Kerry,” the mustachioed doctor continued. Pointing then to his much taller companion, who had since stepped into view, “and this is my colleague Dr. Saunders.” The other doctor looking to be at least a good ten years older, with a long, pale face and a shock of gray hair. “We’ve been taking care of you since they brought you in.” “Am… Am I okay?” “All things considered, yes. There were a few minor cuts and bruises, a few stitches, and you may end up with a small scar over your left eye, but it’s nearly to the hair line, so I doubt anyone will really notice.” “Thank God for that,” you said. Breathing a sigh of relief. Fearing for a moment, due to the fact that you could neither see, nor feel your body, that you were some sort of mangled mess. This feeling didn’t last for long though. Getting somewhat of a sinking feeling as Dr. Kerry’s tone quickly changed. Prefacing what he next had to tell you with the words, “However, that’s not all I have to tell you I’m afraid.” The two doctors looking extremely serious as they stared down at you from on high. Nervous even… “You see, the car accident was quite severe, and there were… complications.” “What do you mean?” you gulped. “What sort of complications?”

“Well obviously you weren’t the only one involved in the crash, and I’m afraid… Well, it’s your friend, Randall.” Hearing your best friend’s name, you couldn’t help but gasp. Recalling how he’d been sitting beside you when the truck or car, or whatever it was had hit you. The look on Dr. Kerry’s face suggesting that whatever it was he was trying to tell you was definitely not good news. “I’m afraid he’s…” Kerry continued. Pausing for a moment to ask himself, “Hm… How should I put this?” Not prepared to wait for him to find the right words, this being your best friend he was talking about, you loudly yelped, “What about him? What’s happened? Is he okay?” Panic setting it. “In a manner of speaking, yes.” Came his reply. This answer not exactly filling you with confidence. “Unfortunately, Randall didn’t get off quite as lightly as you did. The truck that struck your van crashed into the side that he was sitting. Meaning that he bore most of the impact.” “Oh my God…” you mumbled. Immediately fearing the worst. Did this mean that he was now wheelchair bound, or perhaps some kind of vegetable being kept alive by machines? All these thoughts and more rushing through your brain. Very much dreading what the doctor was going to say next. “His body was badly injured and he was already in critical condition when he reached the hospital,” Kerry continued. Laying it all out now. “Quite frankly, there was very little we could do for him. Even with the best efforts of our medical team, there was simply no way he was going to make it. That is why we made a decision to use a rather new and… experimental procedure to save his life. A procedure that to be honest, was not actually approved by the medical board, nor the hospital.” So this was what they’d been arguing about before. Having wrongly assumed that you’d just been hearing things due to the drugs. Did that mean then that what he’d said earlier about transplanting brains had actually been true? Had they really done that to Randall? Putting this question to Dr. Kerry, he seemed slightly embarrassed that you’d actually overheard this. Telling you however that, “Yes. That is exactly what we did.” Correcting himself slightly then. “Well, not his entire brain obviously. Only a part of it. Enough of Randall to keep him alive.” “Bu-bu… But how?” you stuttered. Still having trouble buying this. “That’s not real is it? That’s like something out of a science fiction movie.” A bad one at that. “I assure you it is not,” he said. His tone perfectly serious and solemn. Giving no indication that he was lying. “Dr. Saunders and I have been researching and experimenting with brain transplantation for nearly twenty years now. For situations just like this one. It has actually been theoretically possible for quite some time. It’s simply never been tested on a human being before. Until now. Until your friend’s condition left us with no other option.” Although this still seemed completely impossible to you, right now your friend’s life was way more important than whatever it was they’d done. Needing to be sure that he was in fact alright. “And… And it worked did it? Randall’s alive?” “He is indeed. The operation has been a resounding success, and your friend is recovering well, as far as we can tell.” A smirk appearing on Kerry’s face as he said this. Clearly being rather proud of himself and his work, and being quite unable to hide it. “There is no sign of brain injury or nerve damage, and all of Randall’s synapses appear to be firing correctly. As soon as he wakes up he should have full control of his new motor functions, as well as all five senses.” The more he talked however, the more this all seemed like some bad plot from a comic book that made absolutely no sense at all. Trying desperately to wrap your head around it. Randall… Your best friend Randall was now someone else. It was… It was insane! “I know it’s a difficult concept to grasp, Tim,” Saunders again piped in, “but I assure you, this really is the truth.” “Well then… where is he?” you asked. Very much wanting to see him now. To see for yourself and make sure that he was alright. “Who is he? I have a right to know.” “Of course you do,” the older doctor sighed. “I’m just worried, that given the circumstances and the fact that you are still recovering… Well, it might be a lot to take in right now.” “Please.” you begged. “Tell me! I need to know.” “Alright. But I don’t want you getting too worked up,” he finally relented. Seeing the desperation in your eyes. Looking to Dr. Kerry again, who gave him a little nod. Before then informing you that, “The person who’s body Randall is now in is…”

Before he could complete the sentence, Dr. Kerry interrupted. Proposing to his colleague, “I think it might be best if we just show him. Help to make things more real for him.” “Show him?” Saunder’s balked. “Are you out of your mind? He’s only just woken up…” Before the two of them could get into an argument again, you quickly decided to take up this offer. Desperately needing to see your friend and make sure he was okay. “Yes. Show me,” you told them. “I want to see.” Pleading once more. After another minute or so of this, having now gotten Kerry on your side, the older doctor, despite his obvious reluctance, finally gave in. Sighing in defeat. “Alright. If its really what you want.” It was. Assuring him of that. Assisting you out of bed then, the two doctors placed your still half unconscious body into a wheelchair and wheeled you through the door. Saunders whispering away to Kerry behind as you headed down a long hospital corridor, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” To which Kerry replied, “Yes, yes. It’ll be fine. It’ll be good for the boy. Besides, Randall will be waking up soon and he might need some help coming to terms with all this himself.” Overhearing this didn’t help you much with the apprehension you were now feeling unfortunately. Being truly scared after all this talk of operations and brain transplants of what your friend would actually look like now, half expecting to find some sort of deformed monster or something instead of the friend you knew… The friend you’d both known and grown up with over the last 16 years since you first met. Coming to a stop then in front of another door, Kerry informed you that Randall was “Just in here.” Feeling your sense of dread suddenly multiplying at the thought of who… or what exactly you were going to find in there. Saunders then pushing open the door. There being no going back now. Wheeling you inside after a brief little pep talk about having an open mind and looking past the body your friend was now in, the two doctors wheeled you inside. Spotting first a bed, sitting there in the middle of the room and a figure lying there asleep. Staring at it in disbelief for a good few moments while you tried to remember how to speak. Getting the shock of your life. “THAT’s Randall?” You finally managed to ask. The figure on the bed giving you no indication whatsoever that it was. Recognizing it immediately however and feeling your heart start to sink. “Oh God… Oh God, no… This can’t be… This can’t be real!” Dr. Saunders could only nod. Assuring you that it was indeed him, as tears began to well up in your eyes. “I’m so sorry, Tim. I know this must be a shock for you, but we really did try our best to save him,” he told you. His voice gentle and soothing. Trying to console you, as you just sat there, simply staring at him… At your best friend Randall. Feeling like someone had just ripped out your chest. Saunders continuing then. “He was the only viable donor body available at the time, and this way at least, in some sense, they both will continue to live on now.“ "We’ve already spoken to the rest of your family and Randall’s,” Kerry informed you, as you continued to stare at the familiar figure on the bed. His words going straight over your head. “They all agree. We can’t tell anyone about this. For… legal reasons, as well as to avoid press intrusion. No one can ever know what happened here. Which means that Randall will have to assume his identity. At least publicly.” “Dr. Kerry, for pity sake!” Saunders quickly silenced him, with a hushed tone. “Do you really think this is the right time?” Turning to you again and placing an arm round your shoulder. “Randall is going to need you all of your help and support to get through this. Now more than ever. Can you be there for him, Tim? I know this will be hard for you, but underneath, he’s still just the same Randall. He’s still your friend.” You heard the words, but you still weren’t quite sure you believed them. Feeling like you were in a fog right now. Not really knowing what to think or do. Needing to snap out of it though if you were going to do what the doctor had said and be there for him, just as he’d always been for you. Especially now that he’d become…

His own stepfather, Ace Davis. A man who he absolutely loathed. Staring at his peacefully sleeping face, laying there on the hospital bed. Apart from his slightly disheveled looking hair and fully grown stubble, there was no other indication whatsoever that any surgery had even taken place. Looking exactly like the man you knew. Which only served to make this whole thing all that much harder to actually take in. To accept that Ace was now dead and that it was in fact Randall inside there now. Inside his own stepfather’s body.

“It appears that unbeknown to anyone,” Kerry went on to explain, “Mr. Davis had a small blood clot in his brain, and while walking down the stairs yesterday afternoon he accidentally slipped and fell down the stairs. The impact of the fall causing the blood clot to rupture, which resulted in an aneurysm that ended up killing him… or at least ceased any activity in the brain.” Jesus! you thought. The fact that someone could die so suddenly like that almost causing you to forget your best friend’s plight for a moment. But only for a moment…

“The paramedics brought him here not a half hour before Randall and the rest of your family arrived, but sadly there was simply nothing we could do for him. Other than what we did for your friend.” “Putting Randall’s brain inside his body you mean?” you replied. It sounding so utterly bizarre to even say. “Exactly,” he said. Going off on a slight tangent then as he continued to explain, “Though obviously transferring an entire brain into another person skull wouldn’t exactly work like it does in the movies, so instead the most essential parts of Randall’s brain were grafted it onto Mr. Davis’, while we removed most of the former occupant’s damaged ones. Allowing Randall full control of Ace’s motor functions as well as complete access to his nervous system.” Sounding rather proud of himself over this medical breakthrough. Though to be honest you were barely listening to him at all. Still too busy staring at Ace’s body and trying to reconcile the fact that it was actually Randall in there. It being just so damn freaky and wrong. Thinking to yourself as you stared, Why him? If it had to be anyone at all, why the very same man that had made Randall’s life a living hell for the past five or six years? Not even being able to begin imagine what his reaction would be when he woke up and discovered this. Pretty sure that he’d be even more freaked out than you currently were. Especially with the doctors having mentioned that he was also going to have to actually pretend to be him… in public no less. Not being able to think of much worse. Seeing how his stepfather had basically been a giant pain in his ass from the moment he’d first entered Randall’s life, not long after his real dad had died. Having met his mother at a Christmas party and the two of them having gotten married soon after that. Randall often jokingly said that Ace had basically brainwashed his mother into joining his “cult”. Seeing how he was one of those super religious types who was forever quoting scripture and bemoaning the rest of the world’s (as he had put it) “wicked ways”.

The two of them had clashed almost immediately due to their vastly different personalities. Your best friend Randall being a total goof, who was messy, laid back and probably one of the biggest perverts you knew. Basically worshiping at the altar of naked hunks, wet oiled up muscles and pornography. While Ace was the complete opposite. Strict, organized and incredibly intolerant to what he perceived as “out of the norm”. That being Randall’s sexuality which your friend had so proudly announced to the world before his real dad had passed away. His stepfather having pretty much turned his own mother against him too. Which in turn created an inordinate amount of tension around their house. This being the reason then that he’d spent so much time at yours; to get away from his asshole of stepfather. Well… that and the fact that Ace didn’t really like you much either. Forever disapproving of your visits, and afraid of what you two were up to in your friend’s room. Soiling the house and family that had been so gracefully given to him by “the higher beings”.

Now though this was who Randall was… who he was going to have to pretend to be. This manipulative, obnoxious, bible-basher, who not only embodied everything Randall hated, but was also married to his own mother as well. Making it doubly fucked up! The thought of this causing you to almost gag. While you tried your best to avoid doing this, in the meantime Kerry continued to fill you in on your friend’s condition. Telling you that, “…it should only be a matter of days before he’s up and walking again. As good as new. …In a manner of speaking at least.” “And then what?” you asked angrily. “He’s just gonna have to continue on as his stepdad like none of this even happened?” It not seeming right at all. “It’s not ideal we know,” Saunders answered this time, “but I’m afraid that there really is no other option. This procedure we used, it was… it was state of the art. Brand new you might say.” Sounding a little flustered now himself. “What Dr. Saunders is trying to delicately to explain is that the transplant procedure hasn’t been officially sanctioned by either the hospital or the medical board yet,” Kerry said. Taking over the reigns from his floundering colleague. “Technically, we weren’t supposed to even try it. If wind of any of this gets out, well it won’t just be our jobs on the line, but Randall’s very existence.” There being no sugar coating things now. Dr. Kerry giving you the hard facts as you sat there in shock, listening to him talk. “Think about all the media attention something like this would generate, not to mention the legal ramifications of your best friend being inside his own stepfather’s body. It would be beyond overwhelming. He wouldn’t even be able to step outside his front door without getting hounded. Surely you don’t want that for your friend. No matter how difficult all this might seem.” “No. No of course not.” you told him. This being the last thing you wanted Randall to have to go through. Simply wishing that there had been some other way instead. Sadly there wasn’t. The doctor informing you if there had been they would most definitely have taken it. This literally having been their best chance to keep him alive. And while you knew you should be glad of this, of the fact that he wasn’t actually dead, you still couldn’t help but feel bad. Bad that any of this had happened in the first place. That he was even in this mess. He was though and it seemed that the both of you were just going to have to live with it, as Dr. Saunders rather more gently explained. Kneeling down to face you now. “I know it might seem unfair but I promise you, Tim, it really is for everyone’s benefit. No one can know that this procedure took place. As far as this hospital and everyone in it is concerned - officially - Randall Davis is dead.” “And it will only be for the benefit of others,” Kerry added, kneeling down as well. “You will still know the truth.” “And what about Randall? How’s he supposed to live like that? As someone else?” “It will be difficult,” Saunders agreed, nodding his head as he stared intently into your eyes, “But that is why he will need you by his side. To help him get through this. ” Though you were still feeling rather overwhelmed by everything, not to mention confused and bewildered by the fact that they actually expected you to keep quiet and pretend like everything was normal when it so clearly wasn’t, looking now at Dr. Saunder’s face and the sincerity and empathy his weathered features wore, you knew he was right. Randall would need you now more than ever. He hadn’t asked for any of this. So you had to be strong for him. You had to… “Alright. I think that’s enough excitement for one day,” Kerry suddenly announced. Telling you then that, “You still need to rest, Tim. So lets get you back to your room for now and then perhaps later we can bring in the rest of your family to see you. Okay?” Nodding your head, feeling admittedly rather more worn out now than you had done before after all of these crazy revelations, the two doctors escorted you back to your room. Again helping you into bed. Once there, Saunders promised to explain everything more thoroughly once you’d had a chance to discuss it with your family. Briefly mentioning papers that would need to be signed and arrangements that would have to be made with Randall’s mother. In the meanwhile, Kerry re-attached the IV tube that had previously been in your arm and injected something into it, telling you that it was “just something to help you sleep”. You felt the effects almost immediately and in no time at all you were drifting off. Your final thoughts before you did being exclusively focused on both Randall and his asshole of a stepfather. Still not being able to picture your goofy best friend actually taking on that role.

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The following day you awoke to find your parents by your side. Looking incredibly happy to see that you were alive and telling you how worried they’d both been. Not only for you, but for Randall as well. Your best friend having become almost like another member of your family these past few years. Asking almost immediately, once they were done, whether they’d seen him yet or not. Recalling your own eerie encounter the day before. To which your father nodded that they had. “The doctors took us to see him while you were both still unconscious,” he said. “After they’d performed the transplant. And obviously when they’d first explained what they’d done… Well, we both thought they were crazy. But it really does seem like it was the only way to save him.” Your mother chipping in then, “And I’m sure it’s what Ace would have wanted…” It being clear that even your mother didn’t quite believe this, knowing full well the relationship he’s had with Randall and how the last thing he’d ever want was his homosexual stepson actually taking control of his body, but she was trying her best to comfort you. Rather than dispute this then, you instead inquired about Randall’s mother. Curious to know what she made of all this. Of her son becoming her husband. Even just thinking about it, it was fucked up beyond belief! “She’s pretty broken up about it all,” your father answered. “Losing her second husband and almost losing her son too. I can’t even begin to imagine what she’s going through.” Nor could you. Having never really thought all that highly of Mrs. Davis since she’d married Ace. Having changed so much in the intervening years. Her faith, personality, and her new husband appearing to take precedent over everything else, Randall included. Barely having time for him anymore, between her husband and her trips overseas for work. Still, she didn’t deserve this. Nobody did. What did surprise you though was the fact that she’d actually agreed to the transplant in the first place. Having assumed that she would have thought it some kind of blasphemy to even consider such a thing. That it was 'against God’. But she had. She had indeed given the doctors the go ahead. Deciding that, as a former card carrying donor, that it was what her husband would have wanted. Randall’s mom perhaps not being quite as deluded as her deceased husband was thought out to be. Your father adding then with a derisive little smirk, “Said it was ‘God’s work’ the doctors were doing, keeping him alive.” Rolling his eyes slightly as he paraphrased it. Seeing how nobody in your family was really all that religious. “Wow…” was all you could think of to say in reply. Completely convinced that Mrs. Davis would actually believe in that kind of thing, but still finding it rather strange to hear. Your mother seemed to share this opinion. Telling you, “I know. But that is how she’s been for years now. Ever since she met Ace. "God this” and “God that”. If it helps her get through this tough time, then more power to her. We’ll just have to keep a close eye on her though and make sure she’s alright. Randall too. This is bound to be incredibly difficult for him. He’s going to need us all more than ever.“ "Yeah,” you agreed. Having no doubt about that. Your thoughts turning then to what his life was going to be like once he awoke. He would now be a middle-aged man. His own stepfather no less. What the hell would that do to him - both mentally and physically? Imagining that if it was anyone else, he might well be happy to finally get into a dude’s pants. Being even worse when it came to his obsession of more mature and scruffy men. But as Ace… His mother’s husband… Talk about fucked up and creepy! This not being something, as upbeat and as goofy as he was, that he could exactly bounce easily back from. Seriously doubting things would ever be the same again.

— Several hours later and after another visit from your parents, along with your siblings this time, Dr. Saunders informed you that Randall was in fact now awake. Having apparently been so for quite some time while they brought him up to speed and carried out various tests. Being rather shocked that he hadn’t told you sooner, seeing how you were dying now to see your best friend and help him through this trauma (as awkward as that meeting may now be). Asking the doctor then, “Is… Is he okay?” “Physically he’s perfectly fine,” Saunders smiled, happy to be delivering good news for once. “There seems to be no negative repercussions what so ever from the transplant. His new body is just as responsive and functional as his old one. Which really is remarkable. We couldn’t have hoped for a better outcome.” Adding however, “As for mentally… Well obviously this has all come as a great shock to him and it will take some time for what has happened to properly sink in, but so far our psychiatric evaluations have shown him to be as stable as he ever was. So that’s good news.” You were relieved. Letting out a small sigh, Thank God for that. It being good to know that he hadn’t gone all 'Ace’ or something. Not really knowing how he was going to wake up… or as who. This brain transplant stuff being completely alien. “Though of course we won’t really know the full extent of his mental condition until a little further down the line, once he’s come to terms with everything that has happened. It’s still early days right now.” “No, totally. Of course,” you agreed, before your anxiousness quickly took over. Asking then, “So when can I see him?” “Well… now, I suppose,” the elderly doctor replied. Much to your surprise. Having expected to be jumping through hoops for the next several days until you were finally allowed to see him. Not right now. Saunders informing you then that his mom had just left and that “it’ll do him good to see a friendly face again.” And so, jumping immediately out of bed (the drugs they’d given you having long ago worn off), you followed Dr. Saunders down the hallway towards Randall’s room and were ushered inside. Giving the door a little knock as you went. Spotting him awake and sitting up now on the bed, staring off to one side. His face, his body….everything reminding you so much of his stepfather that it took you a second or two to remember that this was not it fact him. No matter how it appeared, this was Randall. This was your best friend.

Taking a deep breath to compose yourself you gave him a little wave and quietly uttered, “Hey, dude.” Watching then as his head turned to look at you. Ace’s usually angry face now looking anything but. Instead appearing rather despondent and removed. As if it was still very much drugged. Aware however from what the doctor had told you that it was not. “Hey,” he responded in Ace’s familiar brash voice. A tiny smile appearing on his lips for just the briefest of seconds before it again disappeared. Clearly being somewhat happy at least to see you. “How, uh… How’s it going?” you asked. Moving a little closer toward him. Already aware of course of the answer. “How’d you think?” he shrugged. “I woke up and discovered I’m now this…” Gesturing towards his new body. Not looking the least bit happy about it. “And now they tell me I’ve actually got to pretend to be him. Pretend like I’m married to my mom. I’m living a freaking nightmare, that’s how it´s going.” On hearing this, you immediately felt bad for asking and quickly apologized. “Sorry. I was just…” Being cut off however as he assured you that it wasn’t your fault. Letting out a sigh. “I just can’t believe the doctors actually did this to me, or that my mom let it happen. Seriously, I would have been better off dead than stuck as him!” “Don’t say that, dude.” “It’s true. He made my life a misery when he was alive and now he’s even doing it now when he’s dead. This whole thing it’s… it’s so fucked up!” You couldn’t really argue there. It was. And you doubted that if you were in his position, of not only looking and sounding like the man who’d treated him like a piece of shit for years, but actually being inside his body that you’d be any calmer about it all than he was. Seeing how he was going to have to, on top of all of this, actually pretend to be Ace and go on living his life as if everything was normal. Which it clearly was not. Not by a long shot.

You tried to remain positive though. Knowing full well there was nothing anyone could do to fix it. Telling him then, “But look on the bright side at least. Now you can see as many R-rated movies as you want. Not to mention you’ll have your own car.” This being something that he’d always wanted. The two of you still having to pretty much rely on bikes, Ubers and public transportation to get around. “Yeah… Doesn’t really feel like that’s much of a consolation right now. Sorry, Tim.” “I suppose not,” you agreed. Movies and a car being pretty insignificant now that he was a 40 year old man and legally married to his own mom. That thought alone still giving you the creeps. While it seemed like he was understandably pretty bummed and it was going to take a whole lot more to actually life your best friend’s spirits, you did assure him then that you’d be with him every step of the way and that he was still very much the same guy he’d always been (to you anyway). Even if, admittedly, it did feel kind of weird talking to him with that face and that voice. Almost expecting him to snap at you at any moment like Ace so often did. He appeared to appreciate the gesture though, even if he wasn’t quite so convinced he was still the same person himself, and so, for the next twenty minutes or so you continued to awkwardly chat about pretty much anything other than the body he was in. It being clear that right now he didn’t want to even think about what was to come once he was discharged. Especially after a nurse appeared briefly to see if he needed anything. Watching him cringe as she referred to him as “Ace Davis.” Something that he was unfortunately going to have to get used to from here on out.

— Randall’s POV —

After both Tim and the nurse left, you lay there in bed for at least another hour silently bemoaning your fate. Hearing the nurse (who was obviously in the dark about this while thing) calling you “Ace Davis” as if you actually were your stepdad making it seem all the more real. That this was actually your life now. Everyone, other than Tim, his family and your mom, now seeing you as that evil bible bashing asshole for the rest of your life. A thought that made you want to puke. You didn’t though. Puking would involve effort and right now you really didn’t want to do much of anything at all. Having basically just lain there on your back ever since you’d first awoken. While the doctors poked and prodded at you and ran all their little tests. While you had been forced to listen to all of your mother’s bullshit about how it was “the work of God” and that you should really feel “blessed” that you were given a second chance at life. Having rather foolishly hoped that the one positive outcome out of all this might be that your mother would quit with all the religious bullshit now that Ace no longer had his clutches on her. But it seems you were wrong. Your mother acting just as bad as ever. Making out like your stepfather was some heavenly angel or something who you should feel grateful towards. Grateful because like a moron he slipped and hit his head while those two whack-job doctors decided to play Frankenstein shit with your brain and his body. Knowing full well that none of this had anything to do with God, and in fact, if he did actually exist, he was probably up their laughing his ass off right now. Ace too. This being his final “fuck you!”

“Yeah well, fuck you too, asshole!” you venomously grumbled. “You got what you deserved.” Hating that you now sounded exactly like him. Hating everything about what you’d become. Despite what your mother, the doctors, or even what Tim told you, there was no silver lining here. No upside. You wouldn’t “eventually get used to it” or “learn how to cope”. No, instead you were trapped in this hellish nightmare till the end of your days (which would now be a heck of a lot sooner). It being a sick ass joke second to none. Far more devious than any prank you could ever come up with. And you’d pulled a fair few in your time. Still, despite your reluctance to move, now that you were finally alone (there being no more constant interruptions from your mother or from the two doctors performing their tests) just you and your new larger body, the more agitated you became. Being even more conscious now of all the differences between you and your stepdad’s body. The feel of his stubble tickling at your neck and cheeks. The extra pounds of meat and muscles now plastered onto your limbs. Not to mention the notable bulge now weighing heavily between your legs. The knowledge that you had that arrogant fucker’s manhood being disturbing to say the least. Knowing full well that your own mother had probably enjoyed sucking on it… if he’d ever actually let her that is. Ace being such a stuck-up prick that he no doubt thought sex even with his own wife was the devil’s work. If his reaction to finding you looking up porn was anything to go by. Having completely freaked and looked at you in disgust and disdain. If only I could have become one of those hunks instead… you mused. Thinking about all of the gay porn stars you loved to jerk off to and all of their incredibly sexy bodies. It still being weird of course now being in your straight stepdad’s body, but at least if you were one of them you’d be hot and you’d be able to feel yourself up anytime you wanted. Having actually fantasized about this quite a lot in the past; What it might actually be like to have huge muscles and a massive cock. Finding however that the actual reality of it was not quite what you’d expected, nor wanted. It being too damn gross and weird to think about Ace, the bane of your existence in that way. As big a perv as you were (and you did openly admit it), you just couldn’t think of him in those terms. Anyone else, yes. But not him. Not that incessant God-bothered who would forever shout at you for not cleaning up after yourself, or staying out late, or “choosing” to be gay… or just about anything. Taking every and any opportunity he possibly could to undermine you. Right in front of your mother too. Having her so twisted around his little finger that she would never do anything but agree, even if he was clearly in the wrong. Which he frequently was. It boiling your blood just to think about it. To think about this now being you. Being the very man you hated more than anyone else since he’d first entered your life. It’s so fucking unfair!

In the end you just couldn’t taking it any longer. Needing to do something… anything other than just there in bed with all this stuff running through your head, driving you nuts. Pulling yourself up out of bed and stepping onto the cold hospital floor. Feeling your new huge body move in a manner it certainly had never done before. Most specifically the drastic change in your width and height. You tried not to dwell too much on this however and instead looked around the room for some form of distraction. Finding that there really wasn’t much there. A few chairs, a small TV screwed to the wall, a few machines that you’d previous been hooked up to, and what looked to be a bathroom in the corner. Figuring that with few options, a drink of water probably wouldn’t go amiss. Heading towards the bathroom then and again feeling an unusual strength in your steps. Your gait and posture being much more powerful and straight. Completely out-with your control. Holy shit, that feels weird! you said to yourself. Never imagining that there would be so much of a difference. Having an entirely different center of gravity now. Noticing as well then, as you approached the door, how much smaller everything seemed. Having gained a good deal of height. What with Ace like 6’ 4" or something, where as you’d been a teeny 5’ 5". Confident you’d never have been able to grow to this height as yourself. This being yet another thing that sucked. Your shorter height and lean twink body being your only advantage in the gay dating world, seeing how you weren’t exactly the best looking guy. Not that really mattered anymore. Not now… Pushing open the door and stepping inside, you flicked on the light switch and made a conscious effort not to look at the mirror above the sink. The horrific sight the two doctors had shown you earlier of Ace’s shocked face replacing your own having been traumatic enough as it was without seeing it again. Instead focusing on the tap and you turned it on and cupped some water into your mouth. Finding as you did, a familiar scent wafting through the bathroom, originating from your own armpits. Somewhat finding it a slight turn-on. Saying nothing for how freaky it was every time you looked at your matured hands. Being much more rugged looking and big enough you could quite literally envelop the entire head of a small kid. Meticulously cut fingernails sitting on top of some meaty fingers. Ace having been nothing if not particular about his appearance. Imagining, as you looked at your new hands, that he might not actually be all that thrilled about the fact that his lazy, perversely gay stepson was now inhabiting his well-to-do form. Certainly not having the same concern for your outward appearance as he did (having no sense of fashion and always wearing the same pair of sweatpants whatsoever). This actually causing you to chuckle. Yeah… Maybe this isn’t so much of a fuck you from him. Very much doubting he would actually approve. He’d totally hate this!

Looking into the mirror then, despite your earlier reluctance to do so and being confronted once again by your stepfather’s face. His lips having curved into an extremely uncharacteristic grin as you chuckled. Which in turn made you laugh all the more. It being so strange to see. Suddenly having an epiphany of sorts… Sure, you were trapped inside his body and forced to pretend to be him for the rest of your life, but the simple fact of the matter was, he was no longer in control of his life and body anymore. You were! Your grin getting wider as you looked him square in his cold blue eyes and watched his usually reserved face contort into something much more devious. Much, much more devious.

“That’s right, asshole,” you told him. Reveling now in hearing his voice actually saying this. “I’m in control of your body now. Your life is mine and I’m gonna do whatever the hell I want with it and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” Deciding then and there that you were going stop wallowing in the unfairness of everything that had happened. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction. You’d even go along with the doctors plan and pretend to be Ace, but that didn’t mean you had to be the Ace they wanted. No, you were going to be the Ace you wanted. “Lets just call it revenge for the last six years”, you told him. Laughing again as you started to pull a series of ridiculous faces in the mirror. Sticking out your tongue, pulling at your ears, pinching your cheeks. Doing everything and anything you could think of that would be humiliating to him. Even going so far as to stick a few fingers up your nose and flicking a booger away (knowing full well how repulsed he was every time you did that). Getting a real kick out of seeing him acting this way. Not like the stern and arrogant Ace Davis of old, but instead exactly like you; A goofy idiot. The one person he’d always appeared to hate the most. Thinking to yourself then as you continued to act like a goof, Maybe this will actually be kind of hot!

Despite your earlier resistance to even thinking about what now lay beneath the drab hospital gown you were wearing (having decided seeing Ace naked would be too gross), with this new outlook you’d acquired and the ability to actually do anything you wanted with his body, you quickly pushed past this and lowered your eyes towards his chest. After all, he may have been an stern asshole who dressed like some school principal from the 1920’s but he was still a man. A man with thick muscles and a noticeably large cock; Your two most favorite things in the world, and some things that you’d been absolutely dying to see live and in the flesh since you’d first started jerking off to gay porn. Realizing as you looked at the rather noticeable tent in the front of your gown that Ace actually had quite a generous equipment down there. Not gigantic certainly, but definitely bigger than average you’d say. Having in all honesty never really given much though to your stepfather having a large crotch before, seeing how it was nearly always covered up and forbidden to even glance at. Way to go Ace, you smiled. At least you’ve got something going for you. Noticing as well that there was quite a lot of hair pushing out from the top of the hospital gown. These presumably being his chest hair. Though in all honesty, they looked way too much to be that. Jesus… His chest can’t be THAT hairy… Can they? It almost looking as if someone was smuggling a fur coat beneath the material of the gown. Either way, your curiosity was now peaked and you just had to find out. Taking one last look at your stepfather’s face in the mirror and shooting him a grin at the thought of what you were about to do. You were about to see him naked and as wrong and as weird as it should be, it actually felt good. Really, really good. Like you were totally sticking it to him. …Well, that and the fact that you were about to fulfill a long held fantasy of actually getting to see a real live muscle daddy completely naked in front of you, while at the same time being that very muscle daddy yourself. The closest you’d ever gotten in the past being when you used to spy on your next door neighbor and once saw him from behind taking off his swim shorts. A moment that had stayed with you for many years and had informed your love of perving. This though… This was taking things to a whole other level, and not wanting to wait any longer for this momentous occasion, you grabbed the bottom of the gown and in one quick move yanked it up over your head. Feeling it get caught momentarily around your thick neck until you finally managed to wrangle it free. Dropping it to the floor then and taking in the sight…

Holy fuck! you gasped on seeing your reflection. Getting quite the surprise and then some. Having expected from how he acted to be looking upon some flabby, unattractive old man’s body but getting anything but. Ace’s incessant God-bothering and unpleasant personality having somewhat distracted from the fact that he was actually an incredibly attractive man for his age. Fit you might say, but not model-like. Having a rather nice figure underneath all those buttoned-up shirts. Large, meaty arms, a firm chest with some nice fur on it, as well as a pair of incredible thick thighs. Still being rather muscle-y at all the right spots. But no, what was most unexpected was the very thing now bouncing between your thighs; his cock. Discovering that big indentations beneath his gown were most definitely it, and even that tent hadn’t quite done the full thing justice. Now uncovered it was plain to see that Ace Davis possessed without a doubt, the longest, fattest member you’d ever seen. Its sheer size completely blowing you away. Having difficulty actually accepting it was in fact real. Jesus Fucking Christ… That… that thing is HUGE! That it was. It being at least nine inch and a half in length and almost five in girth. Smooth, yet beautifully veiny. Looking more like one massive anaconda than any penis you’d ever seen before. Slowly twitching as it poked out towards you. The slightest little movement causing it to visibly wobble. To say you were absolutely gob-smacked by this revelation was an understatement. Never imagining that an goody two-shoes like Ace could have a tool like this. Being like something out of a fetish magazine or a photo manipulation on some website. Impossibly large and yet… despite how kind of monstrous it looked in comparison to the rest of his nicely proportioned body, it was actually pretty damn hot as well. Finding its freakish size to be hugely erotic. Between this and the thought that a man like your stepdad, who seemingly hated sex, had actually possessed this giant thing underneath his clothes and surely had to take great pains to calm and tuck it away every morning when he got up… Well, it just made you smile all the harder. The irony of it. Being unable to stop from laughing again as you just stood there in his naked body, very much enjoying the sight. This discovery having just made things even better. “God, I wish I’d known this before,” you chuckled. Bringing a hand down towards the thick hard beast and giving it a little squeeze. Very much enjoying the sensation of touching such a perfect specimen. It being a milestone you’d been waiting for years now to cross and now you had. The flesh being rather pliable, yet still kind of firm. Continuing then, “I wish I’d known he was a giant cock freak… He never would have heard the end of it!” Imagining however that this was why he kept himself so distanced and closed off whenever the topic of sex was brought up. Presumably being rather self conscious and embarrassed of his oversized equipment.

You however couldn’t wait to explore it. Moving both hands towards the giant member and giving it a tentative little poke. Your new phallus being rather springy and rubbery to the touch. Finding as you continued to caress it (flicking, rubbing, squeezing) that it was also pretty sensitive too. Way more sensitive than your old member had ever been. And in fact, as you continued to explore the fat nub with your fingers, it started to noticeably tingle. Giving off a familiar dull ache that you were far used to feeling whenever you played with yourself. Watching as it visibly appeared to harden, and to your further amazement, actually expand slightly. Thinking as it did, No way! This thing is actually getting bigger! The already stretched out foreskin swelling outwards even further. Gaining at least another couple of millimeters in length. Finding once it had that you had a hard time fully supporting your one hand around it, it was just that big! Deciding, because of this, to begin stroking the head and rather enjoying the resulting sensation. The added visual of Ace caressing his huge member in the mirror being both surreal and erotic as hell. Never imagining that a stuck up prude like him would ever do anything like this. It was his loss however and your gain. Continuing pulling and playing with your cock for the next several minutes until your cheek became all red and flushed. Enjoying the thought of watching him do this too. It being almost as much of a turn on (mentally at least) as playing with his body was. That feeling of both controlling and humiliating your stepdad. Pinching a string of ooze from the cockhead and up towards your face then and watching as you moved your meaty fingers towards your lips. Reaching out with your tongue to give it a little lick. Which surprisingly tasted really good, before taking the entire thing into your mouth. Immediately sucking off any juices left. A sensation that, while it tasted good… like really, really good… it was more the visual in the mirror of Ace actually doing this that really got you going. Watching him standing there naked in the small hospital bathroom, enthusiastically tugging at his own impossibly sized member with his large hands. It being just so damn sloppy and perverse and completely out of character for him. Not to mention super hot! Feeling yet another sensation around back as you slid a few fingers towards another hole; Your new ass. It actually throbbed! “Fuck me… It’s like all my Christmases have come at once!” you grinned. Turning around for the mirror and moving your gaze past the wide back, down towards the thick mass of fur that adorned onto your juicy butt. Ace obviously not being big on grooming down there (at least not to the level you were used to seeing online). Not that you really cared as your hands moved quickly through the fuzzy patch of hair, until you finally felt it. Until you felt the throbbing hot crevice of your brand spanking new asshole. Ace’s asshole. Almost creaming yourself right there and then. Having waited for like forever to finally get your hands on one of these, and now you had. Your fingers immediately exploring every inch. Letting out a little gasp as you quickly realized the sensitivity of it. Rubbing at the entrance of it a little and being rewarded with a familiar, yet somewhat alien sensation. It feeling damn good though whatever it was. A feeling that you imagined a stuck up heterosexual like Ace had never experienced before. Well, guess it’s high time I made up for that, you chuckled, parting his furry cheeks then and locating the entrance to the tunnel inside. Announcing, “Stand back daddy, I’m going in!” as you finger plunged its way into its depths and you found yourself now fingering your very first daddy. A daddy that just happened to be you!

You watched yourself in the mirror, briefly freezing at the sight of your asshole of a stepdad reaching down low to touch himself. You laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation, and watched your furry chest heave as you chuckled. The sound, so uncharacteristic, made you laugh even harder, and you fell backwards onto the stark and clean hospital bed. How would you feel now, I wonder? You thought to yourself, looking back at the mirror hanging on the door with smug satisfaction, seeing the pointed features of your stepdad looking back at you. Would you feel liberated? Knowing that you could touch yourself without feeling like you were going to hell? You laughed again at the ridiculous notion, patting a rugged hand against your naked stomach and feeling lower to the patch of unkempt hair. Naw, I’m sure if the choice was me or you, you would have picked you every time. Selfish bastard. Feeling less introspective, you squeezed the long and hard organ again and felt that strange, unfamiliar feeling. A throbbing sensation inside your ass. That strange compulsions returned to you, the body begging to finally unleash and climax. Parting Ace’s hole once again, your two fingers plunged in firmly. You twitched and roiled from the strange feelings, and didn’t quite know how to proceed from this perspective. C'mon, you thought, dumbfounded, I’ve watched so much ass porn, this can’t be that hard. You shuddered again, feeling the crack of the ass open just a bit, welcoming the fingers graciously. You took your fingers out to almost the tip, and pushed them in again. A short gasp came out of your lips, and you grinned, doing it again. The feeling seemed to overtake you, and the room suddenly felt much hotter. You focused on the feeling between your legs, and the sensation of your hand rubbing against walls of your new body. “F-fuck,” you verbalized. You heard the sound, and realized that your stepfather would kill you if he heard you swear. It was so strange hearing your stepfather swear, and it was honestly enticing and arousing, feeling like you were defiling sacred ground. “Fuck!’ You repeated, exasperated and your hairy legs seemed to quake. The feeling was so incredibly different from your jack-off sessions with your former dick it was indescribable. You pressed your fingers against what you presumed was your G-spot, and swore again, "Fuck, shit, God-” you gasped, while continuing to relentlessly rub your now oozing member in your slick hand to heighten the effect. The room was hot and it seemed to pulse. You body begged you to both stop and keep going. Sweat was falling into your eyes as the breaths came shorter and shorter until you felt the ejaculate begging to come out. As if a shiver coursed through your whole body, strings after strings of pure white goo shot out of your thick throbbing member. Squirming and breathing out of Ace’s old body, you realized you were most likely experiencing an orgasm which this body had not felt in a very long time . “Fuck me fuck me fuck me,” you wheezed as your fingers gave out, your body shaking with pleasure, grabbing your ass cheeks to steady yourself as your back arched. “fuck me fuck me fuck ME!” Your fingers and your sheets slicked with cum, you stopped moving, exhausted and satisfied. You looked back at the door mirror and saw that satisfaction looking back at you, Ace’s dark hair now messy, face and chest flushed red. You gave yourself the middle finger, and laughed. “It’s my time now, you dead prick,” you whispered under your breath, feeling at the edges of your sensitive man cunt once again. “Whatever life you’ve got left in ya is now mine, and I’m going to make sure that I get all that this bullshit life has to offer…” You put a single meaty hand up into the air, and clench it into a determined fist. “I’m going to make my life mean so much more than other people’s suffering.”

You stand from the bed, shakier, but more resolute than ever. You put on some of Ace’s clothes, which hugged your body quite nicely, although leaving a few buttons on the top unbuttoned. More than Ace ever would at least. Reality came back to you as you stood dressed, and Dr. Kerry entered the room with you. “Ah, Mr. Davis…” he started, pulling out a clipboard. “Your… wife has returned to pick you up. It seems like you’re ready.” A ball of anxiety welled in your chest at the mention of your 'wife’. Your actual biological mother. You weren’t really sure how she was going to react to this situation. It must have been hard for her, though, seeing her son dead and her husband, who she admittedly loved a lot, despite how awful he was to you, being essentially possessed by him. You finally came face to face with your mother, after having packed what little remained of two old lives in a small hospital pillowcase. She looked up at you with a strange mixture of emotions you couldn’t place. Jane Davis stood in front of you, soft shoulders and long brunette hair tied up in a bun. She wore a light windbreaker and slim jeans, though she was missing her usual face plastered with make-up. She looked tired. “Hey…,” she managed. “I’ve come to get ya. Ready?” You nodded. She nodded in return. The two of you headed home together.

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[Part Two] Coming next week 12/12

Original source: “The Transplant” Interactive story lines from Writing.com

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Transplanted Into My Evil Stepfather’s Body!

[Part Two]

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The Chevrolet Malibu your mother owned pulled into the driveway of your two floor family home. The vision made you feel different. Seeing the house pull up in the windshield always made you dread going in, having to deal with Ace’s constant bickering and insults. Now, though, you felt a bit more at home, despite everything. “Well, here we are, sweetie” your Mom said sheepishly. “Remember that Ace- that you’re allergic to pecans and bananas. Leftover pizza in the fridge if you want any. I’ll let you get… you know, relax after your long hospital stay.” You grabbed the bag from your feet, glad the silent car ride was over. “Thanks, Mom,” you replied in Ace’s gruff voice. “No problem,” Jane replied, not looking you in the eye as she took her heels off, and finding her place in the kitchen, as usual. You wandered up to your room, and shut the door. It was fairly clean, and put together, at least more than you left it. Your video games were in their cases and on their shelves. Your clothes are clean and in their places too. You raised an eyebrow, and finally found why all this happened. Hey dude, a small note read, next to your now useless school books, I know things are weird right now, so tried to make things look alright for when you got back so you wouldn’t have to stress about it. Text me when you’re feeling up to it. -Tim Something fuckin’ normal, you sighed from relief. At least I still have something to keep me strapped to reality, in all this unrealness. That, and, of course, video games. You switched on your small TV set and ancient first gen Xbox One, and booted up the latest Call of Duty. Your rugged hands gripped the controller strangely as you noticed that differences on how much clumsier your fingers were in touching the buttons in time. When the black loading screen popped up, your heart leapt out of your chest when you saw Ace’s reflection looking back at you on the TV. He would have yelled at you if he learned you were playing this late on a school night. The momentary panic was replaced by joy, as you squeezed your heavy bulge once again, flipping off your reflection, as it quickly disappeared when the game loaded.

It was getting late. So much insanity happened over a short period of time that you were pretty tired earlier than expected. You powered down the system, confident that you hadn’t lost your touch in online FPS games. Pulling off your jeans, you found a pair of oversized sweat pants that would fit you, though barely, and laid in bed. As tired as you were, you ended up staring at the ceiling for about a half hour, before finally texting your buddy, Tim Connors. Hey Timmy boy, you typed, after trying and failing to open your phone via fingerprint scan a few times. Yep, it’s me. Thnks for clean room, hope you didn’t have 2 handle 2 much of my underwear haha, tho you probably deserved it if ya did A moment went by. A buzz. Randall! Oh shit! The message responded. I’ve got so many questions for you, but I guess the big thing is… you doing okay? You took a moment to consider before typing a reply. Ye, im ok. Its weird. 1st day back, i think mom dont kno what 2 do Sucks, dude, Tim replied with his trademark empathy. Hey, if you ever need a place, let me know. I’m going to Springsdale U in a week for orientation for some summer classes, and I’m staying there over summer break. I’m around though. Nerd XD you responded in kind. THERE’S NOTHING NERDY ABOUT TAKING SOME COLLEGE CREDITS, Tim responded, Besides, it was either that or get a job at that ice cream place again, and this way I get to be away from my siblings and just chill for a few months. Eat campus food, hang out with college boys, ya know >:) You sighed, wishing you could join him. Tha sounds nice, i swear i just got bk but i need a vacay I get it, man, Tim responded solemnly. I gotta go to bed now, but seriously holler if you need anything, okay? Night bud Night You typed back, enjoying the one connection you had remaining to your hold life. Your time in the hospital was a few weeks at least, as you noted that it was summer already. Tim’s birthday came and went, as did yours. You were both 17 now, and you didn’t get to celebrate it. You sighed, mindlessly sticking your fingers into your sweats and wrapping your fingers around your new thicker tool. What a weird birthday present.

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You barely saw hide nor hair of your Mom, as she was too busy with her work, taking long hours and overnight shifts at her office job, so you barely saw her. Using this time of solitude, you continued to spend time getting acclimated to being your stepdad, going for short jogs like you used to, learning the names of his contacts, and attempting to mimic him. It sucked, you hated trying to be that spiteful man, but recreating him was your best bet to freedom, even if it was slowly won. The only benefit to being him, besides the relative freedom of adulthood, was the masturbation. Too many times during the day did you find yourself elated by your new larger and more sensitive parts, getting more and more familiar to your needs and those special places on you that caused you the most pleasure. You would rub yourself ragged, then finger yourself ragged, but you felt your body’s cravings for something more… substantial. You pushed them away, allowing the wants to turn into fantasies, and instead imagined being pegged by strong men with large hairy muscles while your fingers explored…

Life was okay for a while. Then Sunday came. You were woken with a start with a knock on your door. “Hey sweetie, wake up it’s time for church,” you heard Jane say from behind the door. “Get your Sunday clothes on, I’ll meet you downstairs.” Her voice was demanding. She never forced you to go to church before, you hesitated, but finally realized she must have wanted you there for support. You wandered into your parents room and pulled out some of the awful uptight clothes from his dresser drawers, and resigned to a white shirt, a pair of jeans, and a black cardigan. The two of you headed down the block and turned into church. You both headed inside, the door being held for you on the way in by an usher, until you and Mom found yourself surrounded by concerned people. You just kind of blanked out, hearing questions being answered by your Mom about your well being. You did your best to put on a big fake smile and nod at everyone’s concern. You noted, that most people weren’t concerned about ‘you’, Randall, just how Ace was affected by it. Then you heard about Randall in the worst way. One of Ace’s close friends, who you knew as Peter, approached you. An older man of Asian descent, you recognized him from pictures. “Hey there man,” he said, giving you a big hug. “You okay after that big crash?” “Oh uhhh mmhmm,” you replied. “Hanging in there, Peter.” “Good!” He looked relieved, playing with the gaudy cross necklace around his neck. “So… house to yourself, finally huh? How do you feel?” You took a moment to register what he just asked. “… how do you mean? I still have Jane.” “Oh, I know boss!” He laughed. “I mean, you finally got rid of that awful hooligan Randall,” he smirked. “Tell me, did you go through with it? I heard you were planning something big… or was that all coincidence?” You blinked, looking blankly at Peter. Was he implying that Ace intended on murdering you? Wait… could he have caused that accident? You think back to the painful memories. Ace wasn’t in the car. No, it was a blood clot that killed him. But… could he have planned the accident? Would he endanger Tim’s life? I thought he was a Jesus freak! You though, noting his very unchristian-like behavior. Regardless of what he was implying, you did your best to wink at Peter. “Now the house is all mine,” you seethed through your teeth full of spite, before heading into church and sitting down, stony faced at the front of the pews, as you Mom sat next to you. At that moment, you knew you couldn’t do this. Listening to the priest drone on. You sat. You stood. You kneeled. You sang, though definitely more discordantly that Ace used to sing. But you couldn’t keep up the appearances. You couldn’t pretend to be this heinous man for the rest of your life, even if you wanted to improve his life. This wasn’t your life. You couldn’t live with these horrendous people. You couldn’t live Ace’s bible thumping lifestyle and be satisfied. You watched your Mom take a big swig of communion wine. Time to make some drastic changes.

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And so here you now were, a little over two weeks since this had first happened. Doing your best to, as your mother frequently told you, “make the most of this second chance”. Which you weren’t entirely sure included being stuck at home doing the vacuuming while everyone else was out. Your mother at work, and your younger siblings at school. Where you should technically be right now. Not taking “some time off work” as the doctors had prescribed. Despite this, and despite the fact that you no longer got to interact with your classmates, see the football jock you had a crush on, or take quick glances at your sexy History teacher’s bulge whenever he walked over, you no longer had to sit through all of those boring ass lessons. Which was definitely a positive. Having really hated school and most of the people in it. Plus, you’d discovered, if you really put the peddle to the meddle with the chores and cut a few corners here and there, you’d free up a lot more time to do whatever you wanted before anyone else got home. Which had basically consisted of playing your Xbox. Obviously not getting much of a chance to do so at any other time. Not only because of all these damn chores your mother had forced upon you now that you were technically a house husband, but because it, along with your bedroom wasn’t really yours any longer. Your mother having decided that it would appear odd to anyone who was visiting if a middle aged man was both living and sleeping in his dead teenage son’s room. Ousting you from within it and sticking you in the spare room instead. Where you could store all of Ace’s things that you would need for day-to-day life. Clothes, shoes, cologne, hair products, underwear. All that kind of crap. Which wasn’t exactly ideal, but at least you didn’t having to sleep in the same bed as your mother. Pretending to be your stepdad thankfully not going quite that far. Much to your relief. And while playing video games was still an important part of your life (if a little more difficult due to your stepdad’s larger hands), you had more recently found something else to occupy your time. Having, in an effort to cope with the fact that you were now inside the body of the very man who you despised, turned to the internet for assistance. Spending hours and hours trawling through websites and searching on Google for 'fathers and sons who’ve swapped bodies’. As well as numerous other variations on this theme. Which, unsurprisingly, didn’t really lead to anything overly informative or helpful. Being the first person in recorded history that this had actually ever happened to and all. Instead you found nothing but fetish websites, forums and blogspots. Filled with stories, captions and discussions on what it would be like if such a thing were actually possible. Which did make you laugh. The irony of it. Thinking to yourself as you browsed through some of these posts, These guys have absolutely no freaking clue! Though they’d probably freak the hell out if they did. And despite not getting any useful or practical advice, you did find yourself frequenting these websites none the less. Being curious enough to read through some of these stories and explore this very particular kink. A kink that while entirely new and not something that you’d ever thought about before, certainly held an appeal. Rather enjoying comparing and contrasting what you yourself were personally going through. What seemed real and unreal and what was something that under no circumstances you ever dream of doing. Which turned out to be a hell of a lot. Although the same could be said for the other end. Having, in your time since becoming your stepfather, had to confront certain aspects of his body and sexuality that you never would have dreamed of. That, as a former horny gay teen was now impossible to ignore. Namely having access to a hunky dad bod and a massive cock. Wherever and whenever you wanted. Having explored and experimented with these particular body parts in ways that had very much excited you. And yet also made you feel extremely guilty and weird. Despite it being your body now and your parts, it still seemed somewhat wrong.

This being where the stories helped out, and the discussions on forums even more. Where the members explained what it was about this niche offshoot of the TG fetish that turned them on so much. What they’d do if they suddenly became their dads. And many other insights as well. Finding yourself following along with these conversations and even, after a while spent lurking, making a few posts of your own. Gauging in a way what this community thought of the things that you yourself had done in your stepfather’s body so far. Though obviously not being stupid enough to reveal your real identity, or the fact that you actually were him. Instead posing as someone else. An interested party that, like @brossession, @mrwavellswaps, or @kylecrusoe-captions, got excited by this kind of thing. Which, the more you interacted with them all on the forums, the more you found yourself actually doing. Accepting the inherent kink factor of being your own straight stepfather. Of possessing the same furry beard he had to shave off every day, the humongous member that could easily make you another brother, and the hairy virgin ass that had yet to see any real action. Feeling at times, as you read all of the various comments, like you imagined an undercover celebrity might. Hearing people gushing about them, completely unaware that they were actually listening. Inflating your ego and giving you a real sense of pride. Pride for who and what exactly you were. Which was the reason that you decided to take your anonymous posting a little further still. By starting an OnlyFans account. Which seemed to be all the rage these days, with hot hunks making thousands every month. And which, had you actually had your own credit card and money to spend on it, you definitely would have subscribed to as many of these accounts as you could. Instead of having to make do with leaks and whatever odd little tidbits you could find from your favorite nude Instagram models and gay porn stars. Not that the financial gain was where your own interest lay to be perfectly honest. Not when you now had your own credit card and access to both your stepther’s and your parents joint bank accounts. Not to mention the large payout that you’d received from the hospital as compensation for what had been done to you. Instead you were much more interested in the social aspect of it all. Of getting to be more than just an anonymous avatar chiming in every now and then on these forums that you’d discovered. Wanting instead to be (for want of a better description) yourself. To have an actual truthful real life conversation with the dad/son body swap community that you’d stumbled your way into. A place where you, as your stepfather, could actually belong. A place where you could share all of your experiences. The things that had happened to you. The things that scared, worried or excited you. A place where you could actually be yourself. Which you were no longer able to do around your own friends, nor your stepfather’s. Having to rigidly stick to your role. When all you wanted was to be was Randall Davis, the exact same guy you’d always been. And feeling like this… OnlyFans… was your way in. Along with giving these people a little titillation for good measure. What with you being the very living embodiment of what they desired. And the thought of it weirdly turning you on as well. Of actually getting to share this extremely private side of yourself. A side that you definitely would never be able to share with your actual mom. The very idea of it near enough traumatizing you. Of course, in order to keep your promise to the doctors and keep what had happened to you from getting out, you came up with a pretty clever work around. Figuring that, as with a lot of these stories and blog posts, you could simply pretend to be an enthusiast who had decided to role play the part. Not Randall in the body of your dad, but your stepdad 'pretending’ to be his son Randall. Some random daddy who was engaging in a pervy little fantasy and inviting others to do the same. Which would both cover your ass and leave nobody any the wiser. You just had to hope that they’d join in with you and play along. Which was exactly what had happened. Putting up a post a week ago to gauge interest and getting an influx of positive feedback straight away. Seeing how this wasn’t an avenue (apart from the very erotic stories on Tumblr) that guys online actively catered to. Father/son body swapping having much too small of an audience for that. Though just the right amount for your purposes.

Two days later and Onlyfans.com/DangerousDad was created. A place where you could share pictures and videos, send and receive messages, as well as live stream with your followers. Who came thick and fast. Amassing close to thirty in a mere matter of days. Including Brossession, MrWavell, KyleCrusoe and many more from the forums that you’d frequented. Who were all fully onboard with the 'fantasy’ that you were supposedly peddling. As well as drawn in by the pictures of your stepdad that you’d posted as a preview. Pictures that had an appeal all their very own. The reason for which was, that despite having always been 'just your asshole of a stepdad’, now that you were him you’d really begun to notice a few things about his body that you’d obviously never paid attention to before. The most apparent of which was that he had some really thick thighs, a pretty thin waist considering his bulk, and a nice squeezable ass. Your surmised that your stepfather actually possessed some great genes. And while it was hard for you to admit, you had begun to consider his body pretty amazing. Certainly not minding being stuck in his body at this point in time. Which was where your initial conflicting feelings about being inside his body had stemmed. These not being thoughts that you felt you should be having. Nor should you be so aroused by the size of his manhood or the sight of his handsome bearded face. And yet you were. You couldn’t help yourself anymore. Playing with them and the rest of his manly form nearly every chance you got. Doing things to it that would have made you feel physically sick before, yet really turned you on now.

Which was the other main reason for the OnlyFans account. To actually share this perverseness with someone else and not feel so bad with what you were doing. That and… Well, you’d always been a pretty ordinary run of the mill dude before. The kind that people (other boys) were hardly clambering to be with or see naked. This on the other hand was the complete opposite experience of that and it felt weirdly exciting to be appreciated in that way and lusted after. Embracing this wholeheartedly. Which was why, now that the bulk of today’s housework was out of the way, you posted a message to your followers seeing if anyone wanted you to stream. Posting short video clips and pictures being fun and all (and garnered great feedback) but streaming live was the part that you really enjoyed. The instant back and forth reaction. Treating these shows kind of like hanging around with friends. With a slight twist of course. Receiving an almost immediate influx of replies, you set a time to 'hang’ and then headed to your new bedroom to get yourself made up and ready. Which had been an aspect of being your stepfather that you’d had real trouble with at the start, yet now you kind of enjoyed. Though obviously dressing up for your followers was a lot different than dressing up for your regular day to day. Involving a thorough search through your stepfather’s underwear drawer and the very back of his closet. On a hunt for the much sexier, more revealing items of clothing that he had hidden away in there. Clothing that he clearly didn’t want his perverted homosexual stepson to find out, and which he had presumably stopped wearing after his transition into “Godhood” over 10-20 years ago. Which had admittedly been somewhat of a shock to discover that he actually owned this kind of thing (more revealing clothes, leather jackets etc.). But, once you’d gotten over this fact, you very much embraced it. Embraced dressing yourself up in it all and making yourself look as hot as you possibly could. As well as the effect that it had on others.

For today’s selection you dug out an old sleeveless flannel shirt missing some buttons, and a tight black brief. One that made your furry chest and ass look pretty damn amazing. As well as gelling up your hair and grooming up the beard you had let grown for a while. Which in a way really showcased your stepfather’s bright blue eyes and square jaw. Feeling your ass clench and your cock throb as you admired your reflection. Making sure that the shirt was ripped open just right and that you were ready to go live. Which, as this was only your third time doing so, created a feeling of butterflies in your furry hard stomach. Still having yet to get over those first time nerves.

“Hey, hey! Is this thing working?” you asked on fetching what was now your laptop, logging onto the website and starting up the stream. “Can anybody see me?” Having, during one of your visits to the store, swung past Best Buy and picked yourself up a pretty decent looking webcam. One that you were using for this very thing.

Receiving the reply from the chat a second later, 'Yep! Can see you perfectly’.

'There he is!’

'Howdy Randall’

Fuck yeah! so gld I was able to make this streem’

'woot woot’

The now familiar usernames all soon appearing on the screen. Showering you with warm, friendly greetings. And, as you were currently 'pretending’ to be, referring to you by your 'son’s’ name, Randall. The only place outwith your family, best friend and the two doctors that anybody actually did. Normally having to go by Ace.

Beaming, “Sweet!” on verifying that it was indeed working. Stepping away from your laptop then and waving at the cam. “And hey all! Thanks for joining. How’s everyone doing today?”

'Awesome!’ 'All the bettr 4 seeing u’ 'Really good thanks. Just got finished work’ These being but a sample of the replies. There being a good 15 people there. And more would presumably follow. …Or not. Not really caring how many followers you had. You’d be happy with one. Just so long as you had someone else to talk to and be yourself around. “That’s good to hear. So what do you guys think of the outfit?“ you asked them. Displaying as much of your stepfather’s muscular form as you could and giving your strong chest a few pats . "I really had to go hunting through my dad’s things to find these ones.” 'Is fkin hot!’ 'Looks incredible. Fits your dads body really well’ 'Dem muscles O.0’ All of these responses really helping to boost your confidence. As you did find talking into a webcam while dressed in your stepfather’s underwear quite intimidating. Though your new collection of friends quickly set you at ease. Receiving several more replies telling you how 'hot’ you were and validating your choice of clothing even further. As well as causing even more of a reaction down within your own tight briefs. Which you definitely wouldn’t have received with your old friends from school. Teasing and trying to one up each other being pretty much all you ever did there. Making this interaction a heck of a lot better. Proceeding to chat rather casually with them all. With Brossession, MrWavell, KyleCrusoe, and @needsastory. Who had quickly become four of your most loyal followers. Having completely bought into what it was you were presenting and being more than willing to play along.

'So how’s your day been so far?’ Brossession asked, while you were still busy welcoming everyone to your stream. “Same old same old really. Had to get my younger siblings up and ready for school. Even though they’re totally old enough to do it themselves. Then I had stupid laundry to get through. A broken shelf to fix. And mow the lawn on top of that. But I kind of sped through the last part in order to come on here and hang out with you guys.” 'Which is much appreciated’, he replied. 'Is totally awesome to see you again. After last stream’. The memory of which made you smile. Having not only gotten pretty candid with some of the things you’d said, you’d also performed a little bit of masturbation. Which was the first time you’d ever done so with someone else watching. And in your stepfather’s body no less. Responding, “Yeah, that was fun. And I think I’m starting to get a hang of this thing now.” How exactly live streaming and being an Internet 'personality’ (of a kind) worked. Something that before the accident you never would have dreamed of doing. Being way too shy and reserved. 'Definitely :D’, MrWavell concurred. With Needsastory adding, 'u killed it last time. Woz amazing’. “Thanks guys. It’s really good to hear that I’m not making a total ass of myself on here. I mean I have enough trouble just being… well, THIS as it is.” 'Don’t worry you’re not an ass. I mean you definitely have an ass but you’re not one.’ This comment leading you to chuckle, “Heh-heh. Yeah.” Turning your body away from the camera to get a better look at your rather prestigious backside. Which was barely covered by the briefs. Agreeing that, “Dad’s got a big ol’ booty on him that’s for sure. Never thought I’d actually enjoy having such a juicy furry butt.” It both looked and felt so good. Being in incredible shape for a man of 40 plus years. Which was presumably down to all of those long hikes he made up the mountains with his friend Peter. As well as the weird strict diets he invented from time to time.

'Well enjoy it please!’ Brossession implored you. 'You’re so lucky to have it. And so are we! Ain’t that right guys?’ The rest of the chat wholeheartedly concurring. 'Shit yeah!’ 'its incredible!’ 'Wish I had my dads body…’ “It certainly can be fun,” you had to agree. Rather enjoying how it looked right now. “But between that and this huge big things…” Grabbing a hold of your massive chub downstairs, “…I’m like a constant insatiable beast! Everything gets so hot and hard all the time, which can get really distracting. Especially when trying to focus on something else.” At which point, due to you bringing it up, the outpouring of appreciation for your Ace’s bulge came quick and fast. This definitely being his most defining asset, as well as one of the more difficult aspects of having his physique. Not just because of all the flopping and bouncing, how heavy it felt, how much more frustrating it was to tuck away, or the fact that it was literally visible through any sweatpants you wore. Nor even the fact that it was the only thing you could focus on whenever you looked down. No, it was because it was the actual cock of a muscle daddy, and you’d never been anywhere close to a older daddy as you now were. Being able to touch him whenever you wanted. Look at him whenever you wanted. Which made getting anything else done pretty damn hard. Not knowing how those famous porn stars walked around with their thing all day and were somehow able to ignore them. Being simply another body part. Where as to you it was anything but that.

And while your followers were all busy saying stuff like 'It’s huge!’ and 'thickest kuck eva’, a new username entered the chat. One that you hadn’t seen before. @thegreatstoryteller. 'Hi. Soz Just subbed today. Heard about you on the other side forums. Is it true you’re really inside the body of your dad?’ Questions like this one definitely making you pause and wonder, Is he asking this cause he’s into the role play, or is he asking this cause he really does believe I’m in my stepdad? It being extremely difficult to tell some times. Especially through the medium of text. Text that wasn’t always interpreted in the intended way. Either way, you gave the exact same answer to this newbie as you had done everyone else who’d asked this these past seven days. Which was, "Yep. It’s 100% true. This isn’t my original body. It’s my stepdad’s. I’ve just been living in it for like the last two and a bit weeks.” Introducing yourself formally then. “My name is Randall and I guess, welcome to my crazy fucked up little world! Also thanks for subbing, means a lot.” 'Fuck, this is so cool! Thanks for having me. I have so many questions if that’s okay?’ Again letting out a chuckle. Of course he did. They all did. And to be honest, that was kind of why you were here. Being once again happy to indulge. Telling him to go for it. Provided nobody else minded hearing the answers all over again. Which they didn’t. And so, starting pretty much from the top as TheGreatStoryteller asked his questions, you explained all about the accident and the transplant procedure (keeping the exact details nice and vague). How you’d woken up afterwards to discover that you were your stepdad and how you now had to live your life in secret, unable to tell anyone else. Stressing then, for him and everyone else watching, not to mention a word of this to anyone else. Which was part of the act of course. Their answers all being, 'Of course’, 'we won’t tell a soul’ and 'just so long as u stick around’. He did also inquire after this, 'What does it feel like being your own dad? Are you super grossed out or do you find it hot? Whats it like?’

“Well I’m obviously not grossed out, otherwise I wouldn’t be standing here dressed like this,” you told him. Thinking that pretty obvious. “But, uh… to answer your question, it’s… It’s weird. That’s really the only way to describe it. Everything feels off and kind of different.” Your brand new body parts especially. “And when I first woke up the idea of being my stepdad obviously creeped me out. But then I still am just a horny-ass gay teen deep down. I love looking at naked hunks and bubble butts and cocks. And I know he’s my stepdad and all of this belonged to him but… Well, it’s kind of a turn on too. I can’t really explain it, but there’s something about knowing that I can do anything with his body now…” Your eyes taking a wander southward between your legs and the massive schlong that was situated there. “…That all of this is now me… It… It’s so freaking hot! In a totally messed up way.” Which was exactly how you felt about it. No word of a lie. 'It definitely sounds it and it definitely is from my perspective. I’m so glad I found you. This is like the best thing EVER!’ To which the rest of them agreed. 'Here here!’ 'Welcome to the party TheGreatStoryteller. Randall IS the best’ This feeling of adulation and acceptance boosting your sense of self worth even more. Prompting you to reply, “So are you guys. It’s awesome to finally have someone to share all this stuff with and not feel like a freak. I really do get as much out of all this as you. "And speaking of which…” you then added. Realizing that you’d been live for close to fifteen minutes already. “Here I am all dressed up in my dad’s sexy underwear and haven’t even done anything for you guys yet.” You’d just stood there talking. Asking them then as you looked down at the two juicy mounds of flesh bulging out of the black briefs and cupped them in your hands, “So who wants to see my juicy ass?” Smirking, “…Anyone?” Already knowing the answer of course. The feeling of which was unlike anything else. Actually having that kind of power. Naturally, and as predicted, just about everyone in the stream made it very clear that they did all at the exact same time. The comments rushing past much quicker than you were able to read them. Smiling, “Alright then. Lets get this bad boy out shall we?” Accidentally making a pun and deciding to run with it. “Which I suppose technically I am now… I’m a really bad boy using my dad’s body like this…” Knowing full well that this was exactly the kind of thing that they all wanted to hear and you were happy to give them. Deciding not to take the briefs completely off however. Having always enjoyed the way the underwear squeezed an ass when it was slightly pulled underneath. And besides, if anyone came to the door or anything, you might need to hurriedly pack them away and get redressed. And so this was exactly what you did. Yanking the rim down and allowing some parts of those two furry slabs of juicy meat to come squishing out. Which even now, after having them for around two and a half weeks, still amazed you every time you saw them. Their size, their shape, the light dusting of fur on them. Your stepfather truly having a spectacular ass. Being far thicker as you’d discovered, as he seemed to own a fair share of underwear that didn’t actually fit. Which included the one you were currently wearing. But you’d squeezed yourself into it anyway, rather appreciating the look. Announcing now that these big things were finally released, “Here we go… The two real stars of the show!” Which in a way they’d kind of become. Adding an extra large cherry on top of this 'not real’ but actually real son who’d swapped bodies with his dad-type fetish.

The reveal of your stepfather’s backside naturally getting the reaction you’d expected. Your followers absolutely loving how they looked and how large they were. Just the same as you did. Watching as all the compliments came rushing in. Which again, despite having had no compulsion whatsoever to actually see them (up until two and a half weeks ago at least), you felt incredibly proud that they were now yours. Your hands instantly grabbing at them and squeezing. Pulling at the furry thick pounds of meat. Which felt really good. Chuckling as you read all of the messages, “Heh. Thanks for the kind words, guys. Glad you like 'em.”

'Like them? Their incredible! Juiciest butt ever!’ 'Holy fucking shit! Cant believe how stacked ur dad is… Was… whatever!’ 'Fuuuuuuck. Whats it like having such perfect dad ass?’ This last question once again being TheGreatStoryteller. Which was of course a valid one. One that you’d certainly be asking if you were him. Being a lover of bubble butts and all. “Feels kind of awesome,” you told him. Staring downwards at all that furry tissue that you now used to sit on. “Cause they’re like so firm yet soft, y'know. And juicier than anyone else’s that I know.” By quite a margin. Nobody else’s dad being as perfectly in shape as yours. “Which makes them that much more fun to squeeze and play with. And they look incredible bulging onto tight clothing.” Like the briefs you’d just been wearing. As well as various other items. Your stepfather not being one to wear particularly revealing clothing, but his butt naturally filled everything he did own out. Not that it was entirely a bed of roses having Ace’s squeezable furry ass. And being entirely honest with them you did have to mention some of the downsides as well. “Course, that being said… They are super scratchy. Like I can totally feel them itching all the time. And when I’m out grocery shopping or whatever, ladies are nearly always checking me out. Which is so weird to realize. That people were actively checking out my stepdad. Staring at his ass and stuff. Which I never really noticed before. Cause… you know… I never thought of him like that.” Why would you have? He was your stepdad. 'Unlike now right?' Brossession said. “Yeah,” you smiled. “Unlike now. I can’t get enough of this huge thing!” Laughing at the strange irony that, “First hairy ass I ever actually got to see or touch and they’re my own stepfather’s… It’s so fucked up!”

But as fucked up as that was it was also undeniably arousing. And you knew fine well that these guys thought the exact same thing too. Milking this moment for their enjoyment as you stared at each furry mass contained within your palms and continued, “These are my dad’s! MY dad’s! I used to see him wipe his hands on them. And now… anytime I want to…” Purposefully drawing out your words as you began to pull the right one away to reveal your pink hole. “…I can just feel and squeeze them… like… this…” Pulling at it even further, and feeling the tip of your rugged fingers brush against your sensitive hole. Teasing yourself in the way that you absolutely loved doing. Not only the sensation being nice, nor the resulting visual in the webcam window of your dad playing with his own thick ass, but the knowledge of it too. Of the fact that this was indeed the ass of the man you used to hate. It was your stepdad’s. And here you now were, his gay teenage stepson, squeezing away on it and making 'him’ do the exact same thing. It being so undeniably kinky in its perversity.

Spending the next several minutes or so enthusiastically pulling, pinching and slapping at your dad’s furry flesh. Alternating from one to the other and very much enjoying the reaction that this caused. In yourself as well as in all of them. Feeling your crotch growing harder and more excited than it already was. Which was definitely going to be your next port of call. Though only after you were done worshiping this ass. “Oh my God!” you exclaimed, once you’d finally inserted one of your fingers into your new sensitive man cunt. “I FUCKING LOVE this ass! I really wish you guys could experience how incredible it feels touching someone else’s body with their own hands.” Feeling kind of sorry for them that they didn’t. That no normal person did. It truly being unfair that only you got to experience this feeling.

Needsastory’s response to which was, 'that looked so hot u fingering yr own dads crack’ While MrWavell replied, 'Wish I was there to finger your dad’s ass too :P’ A thought that had admittedly been weird at first… Some other dude fingering your stepdad’s straight ass… and not something you actually imagined would ever happen. But, given the circumstances (as well as the fact that you used to be a lot like these guys too), you let it slide. Letting them have their little wish fulfillment fantasies and even playing into a little yourself too. Like how you imagined you might joke around with one of your friends. “I bet you do, MrWavell. I could maybe pull them apart while you could take your fingers and stick em in here. Could let you eat my hairy crack out as well!” This prompting many more of them to volunteer their services also. Except for TheGreatStyoryteller, who wasn’t yet done with his questions. Asking, 'Is your hole sensitive? Do they feel different from when you were yourself?’ “Big time,” was your answer. “It’s like a hundred times more sensitive.” Brushing another finger across the entrance and very much feeling the effects of this happen. “I dunno about you guys but I never really even noticed my ass before. Now I notice it all the time. And not just when I’m horny or when I’m playing with it. But also just sitting and walking around doing day to day stuff. I feel it pressing against the fabric of the underwear. Or when I have to reach up high and feel it clench involuntarily.” All of which had been entirely fascinating to you and something to get used to. Just as with your ass itching from time to time. “Is really cool actually. Not to mention the fact that it’s just so much thicker and juicier than my old ones.” By double the size at least. Your stepfather’s easily putting David Beckham’s football butt to shame. Meaning that, “This thing would feel amazing bouncing up and down on that’s for damn sure!” 'And what about your dad’s dick? What’s having that like?’ Having to admit that, “I kinda feel like I’m repeating myself but that’s awesome too!” 'Better than having a teenage dick?’ 'Course it fucking is dude’ Brossession chimed in. Having been pretty quiet up until now. 'Why you even need to ask such a stupid question’ Which was of course to be expected. Someone jumping down someone else’s throat over nothing. It was the internet after all. And wanting to keep things as chill as possible and not have any arguments break out, you told him, “Hey. It’s cool, Bro. It’s a perfectly valid question. No need to jump on the guy.” Prompting a hasty apology. 'Sorry’ “And yeah, TheGreatStoryteller, to answer your question, it does feel better than having my old one. Way better. Especially when I cum.” It not having taken you long to figure this out. Not after your first mind-blowing little exploration down there. “Cause it was all kind of straight to the point before. Like you do it and then it’s over. End of.” This being the best way you could describe it. “But with this thick monster the build up is so much longer and feels so much better. And the actual orgasm itself… ” This being a lot more difficult to put into words. “…Fuck me! I’d honestly do it all day if I could.” 'Wow. That’s so awesome. Thanks for sharing’, TheGreatStoryteller said. Happy to get this kind of insight. “No problem. That’s why I’m here,” you grinned. “That and to give you guys a show. Make sure you’re getting your money’s worth.” Not forgetting for a moment that they were actually paying you for all of this, and not wanting to disappoint them either. 'Oh we are. Believe me’, MrWavell interjected. 'Nobody else’s Onlyfans is anything like yours. We’re so glad you started this account. That someone like you even exists’. Even if, to their knowledge, it was purely make-believe and not actually the real thing. “Well don’t go blaming me for that. Blame those crazy doctors. They’re the ones who put me in this body.” The chat having thank yous a plenty to throw out to the two of them as well. With even a few people wanting to know their names so that 'they can do the same to me’. Though obviously you kept that part quiet. Not wanting to drag Dr. Kerry and Dr. Saunders into this, just to be safe. Instead you suggested. “Anyway, how about… After talking about it… we get this brief off as well, so you guys can get a good look at my dad’s huge manhood? Then you can watch me play with it as well.” Something that you personally very much wanted to do. “Cause I gotta admit I’m very hard right now, and sooo horny.” Playfully telling them that, “Daddy’s cock is really gonna need a good rub down before we’re done.” One that you fully intended to give it. Having not had the opportunity (other than a few little rubs here and there) to jerk off since first thing this morning. Which you really felt like you needed to do at least three or four times in a day. To sate both your stepfather’s mature body and your perverted teenage mind that was the reason for it getting quite so turned on. Seriously doubting that your strict stepdad Ace ever experienced quite the same levels of arousal that you did. Not by a long shot. His body most likely having been starved of real sexual experiences for a very long time.

With zero opposition to removing your underwear, you proceeded to do exactly that. Hooking your fingers into the tight material and, as best as you were able, removing them in a seductive and slinky manner. Gradually revealing your stepfather’s dark wiry bush that you’d actually grown rather fond of, despite normally liking your crotch shaved. Then beneath that, as you worked the briefs down off your hairy hips, the very huge member that had amazed you times and times again hung. Which, despite your stepfather’s age and the fact that it had not been used much until it came under your possession, still appeared as thick and virile as ever. The surface of it being slightly more veiny and meaty than what you were used to. But being every bit as arousing and sexy as every other one you’d ever seen in pixelated form. More so in fact. Because it was real. It was your stepdad’s. And it now lay between your very legs. Feeling the rim of the briefs stick to your sizable balls for a brief moment before you peeled them away and allowed them to drop onto the floor. Revealing to everyone in the stream the most intimate and massive part of your stepfather’s body. …Of your body. Which you hoped that they enjoyed even half as much as you did. For the sexual aspects of it at least. There certainly being downsides to having one as huge as this as well. Though right now you weren’t concerned with any of those. Kicking the underwear from off your feet and spreading your furry muscular legs a little to make sure that your followers got a good view of the goods. Being just as proud of your new large manhood as you were your meaty sensitive ass, and not being able to resist giving your cock a slow sensual tug. It always feeling so damn good when you did. “Okay, so here he is!” you announced as you moved a little closer to the webcam and framed your stepfather’s member up as best you could. Giving yourself a nice view of those big balls and the surrounding dark fuzz in the process. “My dad’s cock! Feels good to finally get it out.” 'God damn that’s hot!’ 'Mmm. nuthin like a nice mature dicc :D’ 'Id luv to put my mouth on it and suck u dry’ 'Fuck that’s where your dad cums from’, Brossession typed. 'Outta that huge thing’ This clearly being his first time seeing it. Live and on video at least. “Sure is,” you smiled. Pulling the foreskin skin and revealing the pink mushroom head inside. “Right out of this little hole here…” Every single time you smelt that musky stinging odour it gave you a little thrill. Just as it was doing right now. “Which is so weird but oh so hot. The fact that it’s my dad’s sperm and his essence coming out of it…” Meaning that if you ever impregnated a women, the child would be conceived with Ace’s DNA… That still blew your mind. 'Must be crazy to think about. Like totally fuck with your head. I know it would if I was suddenly able to see and feel my dad’s cock’ “That it does,” you chuckled. Still with the webcam pointing straight at it and your furry muscular legs spread wide. “And like… If I kind of pull at it like this…” Tugging down at the outer skin till your hand reached the base of your cock. The action causing it to slightly twitch and throb. Telling them, “…It’s giving me so many amazing sensations… It’s nuts!” This feeling being like nothing compared to when you were yourself. Watching as a few drops of pre-cum emerged from the throbbing tip. Leaning back again so that you could see your full body… Bearded face, furry chest, juicy ass and all…. you absolutely loved seeing your stepfather exposed like this. A far cry from how you were more used to seeing him in the past; In his much more 'dressed-up’ type wear. There being nothing the least bit sexual or kinky about any of that. Not in the way that there was now.

“But yeah, all of this is quite a lot to get used to as you can imagine. Even just seeing it in the webcam, it’s sometimes hard to believe that it’s actually real, you know. That that’s me.” 'Do you ever pretend that it isn’t?’ MrWavell asked you. “How’d you mean?” 'Like when you’re looking in the webcam or in the mirror. Do you ever play around that it really is your dad and he’s the one saying and doing these naughty stuff?’ Responding, “Oh. Like role play you mean? Yeah. I’ve definitely done that.” Quite a few times actually. “Was just like cursing and saying stupid shit at first. Just cause it was really funny hearing it in my stepdad’s voice.” Making fun of teachers and people you knew. Such as calling your pervy Math teacher a “sweaty ass-licking fuckbag”. Which really had been hilarious. Continuing then, “But I have toyed a little with more of the taboo kind of stuff from time to time as well. Just to test the waters.” Having been too damn curious not to. 'Like you did last stream when you pretended like you were calling yourself a naughty boy’, KyleCrusoe reminded you. Which you had indeed done at his specific request. “That’s right. I did do that. And you guys seemed to like it too.” 'Definitely’ 'woz a huge turn on’ As it had admittedly been for you. There being something so hot about playing the role of your stepfather and making him do some pretty wild X-rated stuff that he of course never would have done. Hitting you on a level that was difficult to explain, yet right up there with the knowledge that you now had his huge dick and virgin ass. Definitely wanting to try and play around a lot more with that. And with there being no time like the present and your followers clearly interested, you decided, Why the hell not? Might as well give them a little taster. Not so much channeling your own stepdad as much as a sexy porno daddy stereotype as you said, “Oh, was it now, boy? It was a huge turn on watching your stepdad doing naughty things. That sort of thing gets you off, does it?” Altering your deep voice slightly and attempting to sound disappointed and authoritative. “And I bet seeing me like this… with my hairy butt and my manhood on show… does it for you too. You naughty, nasty, perverted little boy. You really should be ashamed!” Prompting the chat, on realizing what you were doing to respond, 'Oh yeah! This is hot’ 'Mm yeah. punish ur son daddy!’ And for KyleCrusoe, who’d really gotten into it the last time, to very much take the lead. Typing, 'I’m sorry, Daddy. Please don’t be mad at me. I can’t help it’ “You can’t help it, huh?” you questioned. Raising your stepfather’s dark eyebrow. “You can’t help being aroused by your own father? And I suppose if I were to start playing with myself you won’t be able to help but be aroused by that either?” Grabbing a hold again of your juicy ass and displaying it towards the cam. “Like if I took these rugged fingers that I used to point at you disapprovingly and put them inside my sensitive virgin ass…” Doing exactly that then while staring straight on as if you were indeed looking at your 'son’. Imagining what it might be like were you still yourself watching this display and feeling your cock throb and pulse even more. Leading your free hand, while you were still busy playing at the edges of your hole, to make its way back around your fat member. Tugging up and down on yourself and focusing mainly on seeing the mushroom head pop in and out. All the while still imagining that 'Randall’ was watching (which technically he was). “Mmm, yeah. You like that don’t you, boy? You like watching Daddy finger himself like some sort of perverted man slut, and play with his thick cock too?” A few other of your followers joining in as well. 'Oh yeah. We love it daddy.’ 'I do, Dad. I really do.’ 'damn st8!’

Wrapping all your rugged fingers around your slippery meat and feeling the pre-cum flooding out. Your hairy hole twitching uncontrollably in sync to the sensations your dick was giving you. Telling your 'son’ that, “I bet you wish this was your cock. That you could feel what it’s like owning this big juicy meat! To be cumming from it!” Making sure that they all got a good view of the action as you viciously pumped your stepfather’s impossibly huge cock up and down. Not being able to help but revel in the realization that it was indeed your dick now, and how amazing it would be jerking it off every day from now on. Which only resulted in you working it even faster and more aggressively. And also stuffing your strong rugged fingers deep into your sensitive hole and causing you to bite your lips. Wanting to experience a hint of pain along with the pleasure. Having, in your efforts to turn your audience on, ended up doing the exact same thing to yourself. Getting so immersed in your role as a slutty, perverted bottom of a daddy, teasing and tormenting his son with his body, that you very much needed to cum. Which you of course proceeded to do. The enthusiasm that you received from the chat also helping you to achieve this. Telling you such things as, 'Fuck yeah Daddy! I wanna make u cum so bad!’ and 'Work that furry ass for me’. Picturing all 32 people that were currently watching you play with your stepfather’s sex organs, rubbing at their hard shafts and being just as turned on by you as you used to be by porn stars. That you had now become while using your own stepdad’s body. This combined by the incredibly weird, self masturbatory and incestuous thought of fucking yourself resulting in finally setting you off. Experiencing the amazingly powerful bliss of orgasming with your stepfather Ace’s massive cock. Which you knew would never ever get old.

“FUUUuuuuuUCK MEEEeee!” You screamed violently. Moaning and gasping loudly as you came all over your rugged hands and furry stomach. Your stepfather’s asshole spasming uncontrollably around your fingers, and your slick manhood still throbbing endlessly. All these sensations of your new mature body making you feel like a million bucks.

Still completely out of breath and exhausted, you watched as the chat was filled with praise and admiration for you. Admiration and love you too finally felt seeing your Stepfather Ace’s hot furry body in the webcam. “I am Randall, in my stepdad’s sexy body… and I absolutely love it!” You then flexed with one of your meaty arms while shaking your slick crotch with the other. Your new friends and followers all roared joyously and triumphantly together with you, as they unknowingly celebrated a new era of your life.

One without your evil Stepfather, and where you would be living freely and resolutely… in your new amazing and furry body.

~ The End ~

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Special thanks to everyone who agreed to let me use their names in the story! Definitely made it feel more intimate. @brossession @mrwavellswaps @kylecrusoe-captions @needsastory @thegreatstoryteller

Original source: “The Transplant” Interactive story lines from Writing.com

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I Love You, Dad!

“Yes. Yes, dad. Of course I remembered to feed the dog. Yes, I also sent your report to the office. No, dad. I’m not leaving the house. Don’t worry, dad. I promise not to fuck anything up. Just go have fun with my friends alright, and I’ll check in with you later.” Jeremy found himself repeating through the ear pods, rolling his eyes and sighing with his dad Daniel’s deep voice.

“Of course I remember to put the alarm on, dad. I promise I’ll be there at the swap clinic tomorrow so we can get our bodies switched back. Don’t worry dad. Now go and have fun!” Jeremy found himself almost having a forceful tone in his voice until he heard his dad through the phone finally relent and calmed down. Saying their goodbyes, Jeremy ended the call and threw away the earpods.

He turned around and slowly walked up to the full body mirror propped up against his father’s master bedroom. A look of unbridled pleasure soon crept up onto his bearded face. “Finally, you’re all mine now…”

For years Jeremy had tried to convince his burly dad to swap bodies with him. But his dad always refused, chalking it up as it being too bizarre to switch with his own son. However, Jeremy never stopped bringing the idea up, whenever and wherever he could. And finally, after weeks of stressful and exhausting work, his dad finally accepted the proposition, thinking he could use some time off. But only for 48 hours though his dad had reasoned.

“You’re the sexiest man I know of, Dad. You always have been…” Jeremy whispered seductively, as he stroked his hands across his dad’s pelt of chest hair, down the trail of stomach fur, before wrapping his rugged hands around the girthy member that had made him decades ago.

“I love your brown eyes Dad, and I love your handsome bearded face. I love the way your musky armpits smell, I love the way your furry body feels, and I love how deep your voice sounds…” He licked his lips. Years after years Jeremy had watched, lusted, and obssessed over his dad’s sexy body. At first he thought he simply wanted to sleep with his own dad, but then he realized that wasn’t it. He didn’t want his dad’s body from the outside, no he wanted to feel and smell his dad’s burly body from the inside. “By most of all… I love how amazing your body feels as I cum from your girthy cock, and how delicious every drip of your spunk tastes like as I swallow it all…”

Jeremy couldn’t contain himself anymore and grabbed a hold of his throbbing and oozing manhood. Viciously and vigorously, he began jerking his dad’s member. All the while as he leaned forward and made out with himself in the mirror. Licking, sucking, kissing his dad’s reflection. “Mine… Mine! Your hairy burly body’s mine now, dad. And I’m never giving it back!”

Finally, he exploded all over himself, the mirror, and even on the upper wall behind it. He then proceeded to lick up every glob of residue in the room. Savouring the taste of his dad’s musky spunk. As he threw himself onto the bed, busily wiping the sweat of his bearded face and wet furry chest, a call suddenly came from his phone.

“It’s done sir. I’ve replaced the papers and destroyed the original ones. Even those stored in the database.” A deep distorted voice was heard though the phone. Jeremy couldn’t help but chuckle joyously. Unbeknownst to his dad, Jeremy had fabricated a document exactly like the one from the swap clinic. A document which detailed how the body swap between son Jeremy and dad Daniel experienced some major technical issues. Which meant that the switch yesterday had never occurred, but the son somehow ended up with all his dad’s memories and leaving the dad’s memories fragmented.

The booked time they had after 48 hours was not meant to swap them back, but to actually erase all the father’s memories from “Jeremy”, and restore some vital ones for “Daniel”. By tomorrow morning there would only be one Daniel walking out of that clinic.

“I’ll be the only Daniel… I’ll be you dad… sleeping, eating, breathing, cumming, living, with your hairy, musky, delicious body. And no one will ever try to take this body away from me. After all, according to the facts… I have always been you dad… and I always will be from now on!”

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Make a Wish: Caught by Dad

For Anonymous

“So, I heard you were planning on running away with my queer son were you?“ He asked me with his deep commanding voice, arching his eyebrows slightly as he stared at me.

"Y-yes, sir! That’s c-correct.” I found myself stumbling through the words, my mind completely focused on the sight of his thick thighs and massive bulge on display for me.

“Good thing I caught you two before you did then… no way am I letting you get away with my son…” He made sure to spread his legs out even further. “After all, you’re mine only….”

I found myself gulping as he patted his crotch and beckoned me to come over.

“W-what about your da, I mean son?! He’ll never be okay with this…” My hands were unconsciously squeezing up along his thick thighs till they rested against the rim of his underwear.

“Don’t worry about him. I’ve sent him to live with his mom in Europe. We’ll never see him again…” He was moaning under his breath as I pulled his underwear off. His fat juicy member instantly bounced up and throbbed viciously against me. I could smell the strong musk coming from his hot crotch. “As for you, boy… you’re going to stay here with me, forever…”

I only managed to see the look of pure lust and love in his stubbly face, as he suddenly grabbed hold of my head and pushed me down into the profusely oozing manhood. Aligning my mouth towards it and seeing it effortlessly disappear up into my open mouth. As my nose was greeted by his pungent pubic hair, and the feeling of his entire length deep down my throat, I too came inside my own pants.

It still fucked with my head even though I knew it was my boyfriend inside the body of his sexy dad. He talked with authority, moved with masculinity, and looked exactly like my boyfriend’s dad, and yet the way he grabbed me and looked at me reassured me it really was my sweet boyfriend in there.

And from the way he had me guzzle down all his dad’s musty cum, before pulling me up into a wet sticky kiss, I knew he had no intention of ever letting me go… or returning his dad’s sexy body back to him…

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Make a Wish: Uncle’s Secret

For @mrwavellswaps

“Oh fuuuck! I even smell like Uncle Keith…” Johnny stuck his nose into his bushy armpit and took a deep inhale. So pungent and exhilarating. He still had a hard time believing he was now his own mom’s brother, Uncle Keith.

Johnny had run away from his parent’s home after he’d had enough of their constant fighting. This time his dad had finally been caught cheating on her, as she found a pair of this briefs signed with an “Love, K.” Dad’s busty secretary Karen, his mom assumed.

Having nowhere to go, he had decided to visit his Uncle Keith’s apartment a few blocks down. He always loved spending time with the rugged older man, especially since he found the man incredibly attractive. He was also a collector of unique items, which he often let Johnny inspect.

This time however, as Johnny had been inspecting a glittering glass diamond, the room had suddenly been filled with blinding lights. And when he opening his eyes again he saw himself across the room looking shocked and terrified. Not because of the fact that Johnny and his Uncle Keith had apparently switched bodies, or the sight of seeing Johnny immediately shove a hand down his uncle’s pants and grab hold of the huge member underneath. No, it was the sound of the diamond in his hands falling on the floor and shattering into a million pieces, sealing them in their new bodies forever.

A few tries and lots of research later, as Johnny had been busily rubbing his uncle’s hairy body all over, they finally had to give up and call it a day.

Johnny’s parents came over and picked up his former self, and when they tried to tell them about the swap it was if a magical barrier forbid them to do so. “I am actually… K-Keith…” Johnny would stutter as he tried to pronounce his real name.

Eventually they left, and being alone Johnny immediately went back to groping his new muscle pecs and thick thighs.

He were just about to whip his huge manhood out when someone unlocked the front door and came in. It was his dad, with a big sports bag in his hand and hunger burning in his eyes.

“I see you started without me…” Johnny’s dad slammed the door shut, threw the bag into the bedroom, and ripped off his own clothes. Johnny suddenly saw his former dad in a new light, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands all over his “brother-in-law”. His dad soon pushed him down onto the couch and kissed his neck up.

“I finally did it! I divorced your sister and told her all about us. That the reason I married her was because I loved you, and how we’ve been keeping our relationship a secret behind her back over these last 20 years…” His dad slipped his hot tongue into Johnny’s moaning mouth, as their bearded cheeks bristled against each other.

As his new brother-in-law traveled down his furry stomach and wrapped his lips around the throbbing member, Johnny couldn’t help but turn his head sideways to give his own musky pit a wet slobbering lap.

“Maybe being Uncle Keith for all time won’t be as bad, especially when I get to spend the rest of my life with my sexy dad wrapped in my thick arms…”

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Make a Wish: Uncle’s Secret

For @mrwavellswaps

A few tries and lots of research later, as Johnny had been busily rubbing his uncle’s hairy body all over, they finally had to give up and call it a day.

Eventually they left, and being alone Johnny immediately went back to groping his new muscle pecs and thick thighs.

He were just about to whip his huge manhood out when someone unlocked the front door and came in. It was his dad, with a big sports bag in his hand and hunger burning in his eyes.

“Maybe being Uncle Keith for all time won’t be as bad, especially when I get to spend the rest of my life with my sexy dad wrapped in my thick arms…”

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Swapped At Birth.... With Dad?!

(AI-Generated - My 1000th post on this blog! Let's celebrate it with an utterly perverse story featuring one of my absolute favourite TF themes; to find out you've been swapped at birth! Bring some tissues and enjoy! /Verus)

Liam, at eighteen, had never felt at home in his own skin. Lean, smooth, with sharp green eyes and a mop of dark hair, he stood apart from his family—his burly, hairy father, Joel, and his petite, nervous mother, Karen. Their suburban house was a pressure cooker for Liam’s secrets: his homosexuality and a perverse, years-long obsession with his father’s thick, hairy body.

Joel, forty-two, was an office manager with a thick beard, a furry belly that strained his khaki pants, and a scent of sweat and cedar that drove Liam wild. Late at night, Liam would sneak into the laundry, burying his face in Joel’s sweat-stained shirts, inhaling the primal musk, jerking off to visions of his dad’s hairy chest, rough hands, and the commanding way he filled a room.

It was a shameful fixation, one he’d never dared voice, until a government letter upended their lives.

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, sealed with a cryptic insignia. Karen opened it, her hands trembling as she read aloud: Liam had been “swapped at birth” due to a rare quantum anomaly, his mind had jumped into another body during delivery. A secret department was contacting affected families, summoning them to a facility to learn the truth. Liam’s heart raced—fear, hope, and a twisted thrill coiled in his gut. Who could he possibly be? A boy from another family?

Joel the father scoffed, tossing the letter onto the kitchen counter. “Bunch of nonsense.”

But Karen’s voice quivered as she recalled her husband suddenly fainting during Liam’s birth, waking up with amnesia for a month. “You were… different after, Joel. Maybe this can explain why…”

They drove to the facility the next day, Liam buzzing with anticipation, his cock half-hard in his jeans at the possibilities of his real identity. Joel sat silent, his hairy hands gripping the wheel, dread etched into his bearded face.

In a sterile room, the air humming with machinery, a wiry scientist explained. “At birth, Liam’s consciousness swapped with another’s due to a quantum anomaly. His current body isn’t his biological one.”

Liam leaned forward, pulse hammering, his erection pressing against his zipper. “Who’d I swap with? Who am I really?”

The scientist hesitated, glancing at Joel, then dropped the bomb. “Your father, Joel. Liam’s mind is in Joel’s biological body, and Joel’s mind is in Liam’s.”

The room tilted. Karen gasped, clutching her purse. Joel’s face went pale, his meaty hands trembling.

“That’s impossible,” the father growled, voice cracking. “I’m me. I’ve always been me!”

Liam, though, felt a surge of perverse ecstasy, his cock throbbing painfully. He was his own father? That hairy, beefy, musky body he’d lusted after was his? His mind flooded with images of Joel’s hairy chest jiggling as he walked, his armpits dripping after a long day, his cock heavy in his khakis. Liam bit his lip, stifling a moan, precum soaking his boxers.

The scientist pressed on. “Karen, you mentioned Joel’s amnesia post-birth. That aligns with the swap. Liam, as a baby’s mind forced into an adult body, had to adapt and assume his new identity. Joel, in the baby’s body, retained no memories as the shock erased his past adult life.”

Karen nodded slowly, her eyes with a glimmer of slow realization. “He was… off for weeks. Confused, distant, as if he didn’t recognize himself. I had to teach him everything anew.”

Joel slammed a fist on the table, his voice raw. “This is bullshit! I can’t be my own son!”

Liam barely heard, his body thrumming with desire. He stared at his furious father—his rightful body—imagining burying his face in that hairy chest, licking the sweat from his pits, owning every musky inch.

“Holy fuck, that’s me…” he whispered, voice low, his erection aching as he shifted in his seat.

The scientist cleared his throat. “Per regulation, now that Liam’s eighteen, the swap must be reversed tomorrow, regardless of consent.”

Joel’s eyes widened, horror carving lines into his face. Liam’s lips curled into a wicked grin, his cock leaking at the thought of claiming his birthright. “Give it back, Dad” he said, voice thick with lust, locking eyes with his father Joel. “That body, your life, it’s mine. Always has been!”

Joel recoiled, his beard quivering. “Y-You don’t want this, Liam. My body’s a wreck, so hairy, constantly sweaty, and literally falling apart. I’m forty-two, stuck in a boring office job, pushing papers all day. You’ll lose twenty-four years of your life!”

Liam’s grin widened, his mind painting a vivid picture: himself as his father Joel, sitting at a desk, shirt stained with sweat marks under his pits, the musk of his hairy body filling the cubicle, colleagues staring at his commanding bulk.

“Oh, I want it,” he purred, leaning forward, voice dripping with depravity. “I want every hairy inch, every drop of sweat, that boring job, all of it. It’s mine, Dad, and I’m taking it back.”

Joel’s face crumpled, his voice a plea. “You’re young, Liam. You’ve got your whole life. Don’t throw it away for… for this!” He gestured at his hairy thick frame, but Liam’s eyes gleamed, devouring the chest, the hair, the man he was destined to become. Or to be more correct, the man he had always been.

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Back home, the house was a pressure cooker. Joel locked himself in the garage, his despair a heavy cloud. Karen paced, muttering about fate, her eyes red. Liam, though, was alight with perverse hunger, his cock hard as he slipped into his parents’ bedroom. He threw open Joel’s closet, the scent hitting him, cedar, sweat, and musk. He grabbed a flannel shirt, pressing it to his nose, inhaling so deeply his head spun, the musky tang making him moan.

“This is mine,” he growled, snatching a pair of khaki pants, their worn fabric heavy with Joel’s essence. He stripped to his boxers, the air cool against his lean frame, and slipped on the shirt, buttons straining, then the pants, loose but intoxicating. In the mirror, he looked absurd—too slim for his dad’s clothes—but the fantasy of filling them with Joel’s thick, hairy bulk sent shivers through him.

He rubbed his cock through the khakis, the fabric slick with precum, moaning, “Soon, I’ll be you, Dad. Sweating in these, waddling through your office, stinking of you.” He came in the pants, shuddering, the mess a promise of the life he’d claim.

That night, Liam knocked on Joel’s door, voice firm. “Dad, we need to talk.”

Joel, slumped on the couch, looked shattered, his beard flecked with sweat, eyes hollow with dread. “What’s there to say? I can’t believe this isn’t my life, my real body...”

Liam’s gaze devoured Joel’s body—his original body—lingering on the hairy forearms, the furry chest straining his tee, the faint musk wafting from him. “I want to see it. My body. Before tomorrow.”

Joel flinched, shaking his head. “That’s sick, Liam. You don’t know what you’re asking.”

Liam stepped closer, voice low, dripping with lust. “It’s mine, Dad. My birthright. I need to feel what’s always been mine.” Joel’s shoulders sagged, too broken to fight, and he nodded, trudging to the bedroom, each step a surrender of the life he’d known.

On the bed, Joel stripped, his movements slow, reluctant, his face a mask of shame. Liam’s breath caught as his dad lay back, naked, the hairy, thick-muscled body he’d craved exposed in all its glory. Thick chest hair curled in dark waves, spilling down to a soft, furry belly that jiggled with each breath. Joel’s cock, nestled in a bush of pubes, hung heavy, his balls low and full, glistening with sweat.

Liam knelt beside him, hands trembling with ravenous excitement, his erection painful in the khakis. “This is mine,” he purred, voice thick, running his fingers through the chest hair, tugging hard, relishing the coarse texture. “All this hair, this sweat, it’s what I was born to have.”

Joel tensed, eyes shut, his body a betrayed temple. “You don’t want this, Liam,” he whispered, voice cracking. “It’s heavy, it’s messy, it’s not what you think.”

Liam smirked, pinching the furry bear gut, squeezing the flesh, moaning at the give. “Oh, I want it, Dad. I want to feel this belly bounce, to smell your pits after a day at that boring office. It’s mine, and I’m fucking taking it back.”

He leaned in, pressing his nose deep into Joel’s hairy armpit, the musk—sweaty, primal, intoxicating—hitting him like a drug. He groaned, tongue flicking out to taste the salt, his cock leaking as he nuzzled deeper.

“God, this smell,” he moaned, voice muffled. “It’s me, Dad. This is what I’m supposed to stink like.”

Joel shuddered, a sob escaping. “Please, Liam, this isn’t right... Don’t do this.”

Liam ignored him, hands roaming to Joel’s face, stroking the beard, tracing every scar, every pore. “This face,” he whispered, voice a low growl, “it’s mine. These eyes, this beard… I’ll wear them, I’ll live them.”

He slid lower, eyes locked on Joel’s cock, tugging playfully, feeling it twitch, then cupping the balls, rolling them, savoring their weight. “And this,” he purred, “this cock, these balls… they’re mine, too. I’ll stroke them, play with them, cum as you.”

Joel grunted, face flushed with humiliation. “It’s not a gift, Liam. It’s a burden.”

Liam leaned close, inhaling the musky scent of Joel’s groin, and dragged his tongue across the tip, savoring the salty precum. “Just tasting myself,” he growled, grinning as Joel’s breath hitched, his body betraying him. “It’s perfect, Dad. Every inch of you is what I was born to be.” Joel turned away, silent, his spirit crushed.

Liam sat back, eyes burning with depravity. “One last time, Dad. Jerk off for me. I want to see my body in action.”

Joel’s jaw tightened, tears welling, but he complied, wrapping a meaty hand around his cock, stroking slowly, each pump a funeral for his identity. Liam watched, mesmerized, his own erection soaking the khakis. The sight of his dad’s hairy hand pumping, the pecs jiggling, the low, pained grunts was everything he’d fantasized, now amplified by the truth that it was rightfully his.

“That’s it,” Liam whispered, imagining himself stroking that cock, sitting in Joel’s office chair, sweat dripping, khakis tented. “Show me what’s it like cumming as me, Dad.”

When Joel came, ropes of cum splattered his chest and beard, a final act in a body he’d never touch again. Liam leaned in, swiping a bead from the beard, licking it slowly, eyes locked on his father, and moaned, “Thanks for keeping my body warm all these years, Dad. You did so fucking good.”

Joel turned away, sobbing, but Liam wasn’t done. He climbed onto the bed, hugging his dad tight, hands groping the hairy, thick flesh, squeezing the belly, the thighs, the furry ass, fingers digging into every inch he’d soon own.

“Tomorrow, this is mine,” he whispered into his father’s ear, voice dripping with lust, his cock grinding against his father’s hip through the khakis. “Your life, your body, your smell, your boring job… it’s all going to belong to me, Dad. I’m finally coming home.”

Joel shuddered, his sobs muffled, but Liam pressed closer, savoring the warmth, the musk, the reality of stealing his father’s entire existence.

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The next morning, the sun cast harsh light through the blinds, and Liam was awake before dawn, his lean body thrumming with perverse anticipation. He’d slept in Joel’s khakis, the scent of his dad’s sweat clinging to him, and jerked off three times in the night, each orgasm a vow to claim his birthright. Downstairs, Joel was a ghost, slumped at the kitchen table, unshaven, his thick beard flecked with crumbs from untouched toast. His eyes were bloodshot, hands trembling around a coffee mug, the weight of losing his life etched into every line.

Karen hovered, wringing her hands. “We have to go, Joel. They said it’s mandatory.”

Joel slammed the mug down, coffee sloshing. “Mandatory? They’re taking everything from me!”

Liam, leaning in the doorway, watched with a twisted mix of pity and hunger, his gaze devouring his father’s hairy forearms, the furry chest straining his tee. That’s mine, he thought, his cock hard in the khakis, precum soaking through as he kept picturing himself at his father’s desk, sweat stains blooming, his hairy bulk commanding the room.

The drive to the facility was a funeral procession. Joel gripped the pickup’s steering wheel, knuckles white, his despair a tangible fog. Karen murmured about “doing what’s right,” her voice cracking. Liam sat in the back, staring at his dad’s broad shoulders, the curl of hair at his neck, imagining licking the sweat there, owning that flesh. He adjusted himself, the perverse thrill of becoming his father making him lightheaded, his erection a constant ache.

At the facility, they were ushered into the sterile room, where two sleek, pod-like chambers loomed, their glass glinting under fluorescent lights. The scientist waited, clipboard in hand, his tight smile doing little to ease the tension.

The scientist cleared his throat, facing Joel’s scowl and Liam’s eager, lustful grin. “Before we proceed, there’s a critical update. To ensure the minds adapt smoothly, we must transfer all memories and knowledge between you. Liam will receive Joel’s full life experience. Basically all his skills, his past, his personality traits. Joel, you’ll receive Liam’s.”

Joel’s face went ashen, his voice a broken roar. “What the hell? That wasn’t the deal! You’re stealing my fucking memories too?!”

Liam’s breath caught, his cock throbbing so hard he nearly moaned. Not just his dad’s body—his hairy chest, bearded face, musky scent—but his mind? Every moment of his father’s life—growing up with his grandparents, fucking Karen, downing beers with that gruff laugh, sitting at his desk with sweat-stained shirts—would be his? His mouth watered, precum dripping down his thigh as he pictured himself being Joel, fully, irrevocably, his hairy bulk sweating through a day at the office.

“That’s… fucking perfect,” Liam growled, voice thick with desire, unable to hide the bulge in his khakis.

Joel shot to his feet, chair crashing. “No! I didn’t sign up for this! You’re not taking my memories!” He lunged for the door, his heavy frame moving with desperate speed, but two guards in black uniforms blocked him, their grips iron.

“Mr. Lawson, this is regulation,” the scientist said calmly, nodding to the guards.

Joel thrashed, his hairy beefy arms flailing, bellowing, “Let me go! I’m not going to become my son!”

Liam watched, heart pounding, arousal spiking at his dad’s raw power—his power, soon. His cock pulsed, the sight of Joel’s chest jiggling, his beard askew, his musk filling the room, driving him wild.

“You can’t run, Dad,” Liam purred, voice low. “That body, that life, those memories—it’s all mine. I’m just taking it back, every sweaty, hairy inch.”

A guard jabbed a syringe into Joel’s neck, and his protests slurred, his body slumping, a fallen giant. “Sedation’s for his safety,” the scientist said, as the guards dragged Joel’s limp form to one of the pods.

Liam’s eyes devoured him—his body, hairy and thick, ready to be claimed—his erection painful as he whispered, “Fuck, I’m gonna love becoming you…”

Before stepping into his own pod, Liam paused, unable to resist. He crossed to Joel’s pod, where his father lay unconscious, hairy bulk sprawled, chest rising slowly. Liam’s hands trembled as he reached out, running his fingers through the thick chest hair, tugging gently, the coarse texture sending shivers through him.

“Mine,” he growled, groping the furry chest, squeezing the soft flesh, his cock leaking in his khakis. “These pecs, this hair—it’s always been mine.”

He leaned down, face inches from his father’s, and stroked the beard, feeling every scar, every bristle, the musk of sweat and cedar overwhelming. “So fucking perfect,” he moaned, then pressed his lips to Joel’s, kissing him deeply, tongue plunging into his dad’s mouth. The taste—salty, earthy, with a hint of coffee and cum from last night—flooded his senses, and he groaned, sucking on Joel’s beard, relishing the flavors that would soon be his forever.

“I’m coming home, Dad,” he whispered, licking his lips, his erection a throbbing promise as he pulled back, panting.

The scientist gestured to the second pod. “Liam, please.”

Liam stripped to his boxers, stealing one last glance at his lean, smooth body before climbing in, the cold metal a shock against his overheated skin. His unconscious father remained in the opposite pod, his hairy bulk still, his musky scent lingering even from across the room. Liam’s gaze locked on him—his body, his life—and he moaned softly, “Can’t fucking wait to begin my life anew with that body…”

The scientist adjusted dials, explaining, “The process will transfer your consciousness and all memories. You’ll wake as your biological selves, fully integrated.”

Joel stirred faintly, mumbling, “No… not my son…” his voice a fading plea, but Liam just grinned, his cock leaking as the pod’s lid closed, the final barrier to his destiny.

A hum filled the chamber, vibrations pulsing through Liam’s body. His vision blurred, a flood of images crashing in—Joel’s childhood, running through fields, his first kiss with Karen under a streetlight, the burn of whiskey at a bar, the weight of a pen in calloused hands at his desk, sweat soaking his shirt.

Liam’s own memories of sneaking his dad’s shirts, licking his cum last night, kissing his beard moments ago slowly mingled, then faded, drowned by his father’s life pouring in. Pain seared his skull, then pleasure, raw and primal, as his consciousness stretched, reshaped. He felt heavier, thicker, his senses sharpening—cedar, sweat, musk enveloping him. His cock, his father’s cock, throbbed, and he groaned, the sound deep, gravelly, his. The hum peaked, a white-hot surge, and then complete blackness.

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When Liam opened his eyes, the pod’s lid was open, and the world was his. He sat up, slow, heavy, his body dense with glorious weight. His broad, rough, knuckles scarred hands flexed, and he ran them over his chest, fingers sinking into thick, curly hair that felt like home.

“Holy fuck,” he rasped, Joel’s voice, now his, vibrating in his throat.

He looked down, grinning at the furry chest, the hairy thighs, the cock nestled in dark pubes, already hard and leaking. He swung his legs out, standing, the floor cool against his bare feet, and caught his reflection in the pod’s glass. Joel’s face, his face, stared back: blue eyes, scruffy beard, short thin hair. He stroked the beard, moaning at the coarse texture, then lifted an arm, burying his nose in the hairy armpit, inhaling the musky, sweaty scent he’d worshipped.

“I’m him,” he growled, cock pulsing, precum dripping as he groped his belly, his balls, relishing the perverse truth: he was Joel, his own father, every hairy, thick inch rightfully his, with every memory of backpacking as a young man, fucking Karen, sweating through endless office days his to fully savor.

He flexed his thick arms, feeling the weight, the power, and imagined himself at Joel’s desk, shirt clinging to his hairy chest, sweat marks blooming under his pits, the musk of his body filling the cubicle.

“Fuck, I’m gonna stink up that office,” he moaned, stroking his cock, the fantasy of living Joel’s boring, sweaty life pushing him to the edge. Across the room, the other pod opened, and a lean figure sat up—Liam’s old body, now housing his former father’s shattered mind.

“What… where am I?” the former Joel mumbled, his voice high, confused, green eyes wide as he patted his smooth chest, his slim frame. “No, no, this isn’t me!” He stumbled out, catching sight of his former son now in his body and froze, his face crumpling. “You… you’re not me!”

Liam grinned, stepping closer, his hairy bulk looming, his musk filling the air. “I’m you, Dad. Or, well, I’m Joel now. Feels so fucking good.”

The former Joel backed away, tears streaming. “They took everything! My life, my memories, my body!” His voice cracked, a man stripped of his identity, his twenty-four years stolen by the son who now stood before him, groping his own furry chest with a lustful grin.

Liam’s eyes roamed his old body, but it felt irrelevant, a discarded shell. He was home, in this hairy, thick flesh, his father's office skills, his gruff laugh, his entire life wired into his brain.

“Sorry, Son,” he purred, voice dripping with depravity, squeezing his cock, moaning as he pictured himself in his khakis, sweat-stained and musky at the office. “This is mine now. Your thick beard, your furry pecs, your boring job… I’m gonna live it, stink it up, make it mine.”

The former Joel sobbed, shaking his head. “I-I know I’m not Liam! I should be Joel Lawson!!”

The scientist intervened, voice calm. “The transfer was successful. You’re in your biological bodies, with full memory integration. Adjustment will take time.”

But former Joel’s cries were a dirge, his despair a stark contrast to Liam’s ecstasy, his heavy steps a triumphant march as he followed the scientist for debriefing, already planning his first night of jerking off in Joel’s crisp shirts, hitting a leather bar, fucking a bear senseless as the musky, hairy daddy he was born to be, his father’s life now his to fully live out for the rest of his days.

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