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How about one where a frat boy turns into a lazy, slobby stereotypically dad. Maybe muscular but with a beer belly and barking out orders to his old frat bros. But instead of bringing him a beer, it's to suck his massive cock while he watches sports or Nascar.

When Coach told all the frat boys at the start of the year that he was giving up his position, most of them had scrambled for the opportunity to be the proverbial "Top Dog". The older man had commanded the respect of the numerous frat bros, each one looking up to the older man as one of their own-- and he must have been back in his prime. However, after years of no longer playing sports and drinking, the older man had gained a big belly and a layer of fat that covered his impressive musculature. Instead of looking like a strict athlete, Coach looked like a burly musclebear.

And when he'd announced that Trevor, the newest recruit on the baseball team, was going to be taking his place, the young jock had been ecstatic.

Trevor was brand new to the university and the fraternity, and although he was the smallest, he still had rather sizable muscles. The stud opted to go for a toned aesthetic, his trimmed bulk looking like it was ripped out of an Abercrombie & Fitch ad.

Some of the other jocks muttered under their breath, jealous that they weren't getting picked. Whereas others were fighting back laughs because Trevor was still brand new, and therefore didn't realize all that the position entailed.

Trevor proudly stood before the rest of the fraternity, puffing out his chest with pride. Coach took off his baseball cap to place it upon Trevor's head.

The exact second Coach's hat was placed onto Trevor-- BWOMPH!

Trevor gasped as soon as he felt a massive heaviness on his chest. Fearing some sort of medical emergency, the young jock was horrified when he looked down and saw that instead of his chiseled pecs and abs, he stared down at large muscletits and a big gut.

The rest of the jocks cheered as they watched the new Coach explore his inflated body with shaky hands. Where a fit, young jock had stood just moments before was now a beefy bear of a stud. He still had muscles, but now they were concealed by a thick layer of fat. His pecs that were capped with nubby nipples still protruded off of his chest, but they also drooped slightly and rested atop his cresting musclegut that hid away his lengthened, hardening cock. As Trevor explored his new body, he saw that he was covered in manly hair, and he looked over a beefy shoulder to stare in the mirror on the wall, paling when he saw an older man staring back at him. He had a goatee and slight wrinkles near his eyes, complimenting his new daddy look.

He looked just like Coach: a big, burly musclebear.

"Wh-what happened to me?" the former jock panicked, bristling at his much deeper voice.

He turned back to ask Coach what had happened to him, only to jerk back in shock as a trim, young jock with a chiseled six pack stood in his place instead.

The toned jock playfully pinched Trevor's new belly, making the new daddy blush. "I'll miss that," he teased. "But now it's your turn to be Coach. We alternate from year to year, so enjoy it while it lasts."

The rest of the frat bros cheered as Trevor struggled to take the cursed hat off, but it was seemingly superglued to his head, leaving him trapped as a muscle daddy coach for the rest of the year.

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Over the next couple of weeks, Trevor managed to adapt to his new role as Coach. At first, it was a struggle trying to squeeze his new furry bulk into clothes since he'd gained at least sixty pounds of muscle and fat. And he was finding that his new daddy body was CONSTANTLY horny.

Never before had Trevor ever had a gay thought in his life, but he was finding it incredibly hard to not drool over all of his jock frat brothers. Their toned muscles and youthful bodies made his enlarged cock surge, throbbing with want. His hairy bulk was also sensitive, and he could get himself off just by worshipping his hairy muscles; and his enlarged nubby nipples were hardwired straight to his cock.

However, Trevor was surprisingly happy to find out that his new body also offered him something else.

"Hey, Jockbro, get me another beer!" Trevor bellowed in his deep voice from his spot on the sofa. He was wearing a simple jockstrap that was stretched to bursting as it struggled to contain his massive cock. He opted to go shirtless, shuddering a little as the air from the A/C blew over his hard nipples.

One of his frat brothers immediately scampered towards the fridge, not even bothering to hide the fact that getting ordered around by the musclebear made his rock hard. He grabbed a beer off the bottom shelf and hurried back to the living room, his hard cock tenting out his gym shorts.

No matter what order he gave, the new Coach was delighted to discover that the jocks in the frat had to obey. Even better, was that it turned them on to be bossed around by such a manly daddy such as himself.

"Here ya go, Daddy," the jock gushed as he handed the new Coach his beer, his cock throbbing and leaking precum into his shorts.

Trevor took it and chugged it, letting out a loud belch. He then gestured down at his large bulge, his own cock starting to slip out of the small confines of his jockstrap. "Go ahead and take care of that," he ordered.

The frat bro dropped to his knees and immediately fished Trevor's daddy cock out of his jockstrap, eagerly slurping it up. He moaned loudly as he sucked the new Coach off.

Coach Trevor moaned loudly, his deep voice echoing off the walls of the frat house. He loved his new position as Coach, and he knew deep down that this was going to be the best year at college ever.

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Quick Bet

Jake stood there is disbelief as he heard the terms of what he had just agreed to.

Just seconds ago he was a scrawny guy who barely filled out his shirt and now it hugged his chest like it was a size too small. He had made a friend at the gym recently and invited him over for a bros games night. He's new friend said they should make it interesting and place bets on who'd win. Jake agreed even after his buddy said 900 pounds. He didn't know how the money conversion would effect how much money that really was but Jake believed in his gaming skills and so he agreed. It was only after his friend kicked his ass 20 - 0 that he learnt what he really bet on. His new friend revealed that the loser didn't owe money but rather 900 pounds of pure muscle. Jake laughed at first before his suddenly filled out his clothes to the point they were tight and he looked like a natural bodybuilder. Pretty soon Jake heard the sound of tearing as his pants began to give way to his slowly expanding muscle. His new friend just laughed as he watched Jake slowly transforming into a muscled up freakshow...

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Step Daddy

"You really need to get over your stepdad man." My friend tells me, concerned.

"Look, I'll try this one last thing and if it doesn't work then I'll give it up." I respond. "Did you bring the sunglasses?"

"Yes, but just remember he's like 25 years older than you. He's probably not going to be into you, even after this." He says as he hands me a pair of old pilot shades.

I told him I could let it go, but I can't. I'm just putting all my eggs into this basket, the sunglasses. Apparently they're supposed to transform someone who wears them mentally and physically to match my type. He already is my type, but I guess I wouldn't mind him bulking up a bit and growing some hair. It would be sexy if he got more charming, but he's already charming as it is. I guess there's only one way to find out.

I wait on the living room couch watching tv. He always gets home from work at the same time, so I know he'll be here any minute. I sit and stare at my reflection in the glasses. Am I really ready to change this man's life so drastically. My friend said no one else would take notice of the change, so it'll be like nothing happened. As I'm thinking over it, I hear the roar of his engine from the driveway. I try to calm down, but I can feel my body vibrate from the nerves. The door flies open.

"Hey buddy, hows it goin?" He asks me with his hot southern accent.

"Not bad. By the way, I found these sunglasses lying around, and assumed they were yours." I try to play it cool as I lie to his face.

"Oh, thanks. But these aren't mine." He responds.

"Well you might as well keep em, they don't fit me anyway." I try to convince him to take them without seeming too pushy.

"Well alright, thanks kid." He swipes the glasses and throws them on.

That was easier than I thought. As soon as he put them on, he stopped moving. His jaw slacked as if there was not a thought running through his mind. It started slow, his button up started to look a little bit tighter. His once flat chest started to push against his shirt and the shape of a belly started to show. Then it started to speed up. His chest started to pulse, growing in size with each one. They grew until the button on his collar popped off, then another button popped, then another and another. His juicy pecs flopped down after being released from his shirt. His stomach was next. His midsection widened and his stomach grew into a respectable beer belly, straining against his shirt. It wasn't long before more buttons began to pop, until his shirt was completely open. His arms also looked like they doubled in size, filling out his sleeves with thick muscles.

Next his legs start to look like they're gonna burst out of his dress pants. I can hear the rips ripple through his pants as his thighs grow inside of them. His ass fills out all the space in his pants and proceeds to rip open his fly and snap his belt in half. I can tell his underwear is barely staying in one piece as a large bulge formed in between his legs.

Finally his face begins to change. His once skinny face fills out with fat, giving him a rounder look. I can see that hair is falling out of his hat until he is left completely bald under there. Though in return his clean shaven face grows a bushy beard. But the hair doesn't stop there. It continues down his chest and to his belly, and presumably the rest of his body. He finally regains control of his body. He sighs as he stretched out his arms and cracks his knuckles before looking right at me.

"Come here, son." He says in a deep buttery voice.

A shock travels through my spine as I think he might know what I've done to him.

"What'd I say boy!" He raises his voice.

I jump a bit before I walk closer to him. I realize how imposing he is up close. He must have gotten taller because he seems well over six feet tall now, and at least 250 pounds.

"Daddy had a stressful day, why don't you help him release some tension." He says as he pushes me to my knees.

I blush, this is everything I wanted from this, it just happened so much faster than I thought.

"Don't be shy, boy. This will be our little secret." He says as he pulls his underwear down.

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Goodbye, Dad

Jake’s dad, Robert, has always wanted to give his son everything he wanted in life. Being a single father has been tough on him, and he really has done his best to make Jake happy, but there’s one thing he can’t give his son…his body.

Jake was a lean, pencil-thin teenager, and barely 5′6″. To put things bluntly, the poor boy was crippled by low self-esteem because of his small size. He had a comfortable life, but all he wanted was to look more like his dad.

“You just need to wait for your growth spurt,” Robert reassured his boy, doubting it would ever come since he had already been a stud in the making when he was Jake’s age. But he stayed positive for his son and hoped that Jake would learn to love himself the way he was.

“I don’t wanna wait for something that might never even come!” Jake lashed out before storming to his room and slamming the door.

“He needs some space,” Robert said quietly before sighing and going to his own room.

Robert got down to just his boxers and looked at the body that he had been gifted with through the genetic lottery. Sure, he worked hard to maintain his physique, but his genetic blueprint was an ideal foundation to build from.

“This shouldn’t be a make or break for anyone’s happiness…” Robert mumbled before crawling into bed. He hoped more than anything that Jake could find happiness within himself.

Meanwhile Jake was in his room crushing various herbs and strange substances.

“If I can’t look more like you, then I’ll just have to BE you,” Jake assured himself as he read from a page he had torn out of a book at that weird occult bookstore.

The ingredients for this potion were surprisingly common, but the page claimed that precise measurements and mixing would help “release the spirit.”

“Goodbye, Dad,” Jake said before devouring his finished concoction.

He laid down in bed and closed his eyes and did the deep breathing exercises on the occult page. Minutes passed without any noticeable difference other than an herbal aftertaste in his mouth, but as time continued to pass, Jake found himself feeling lighter and lighter–almost like he was becoming disconnected from reality.

Jake opened his eyes and was amazed to see the last of his spiritual form leaving his teen body. His body wouldn’t survive long without his spirit inside, but he didn’t care. This was a one-trip for Jake.

Satisfied, Jake let himself sink through the floor. He had to go through another wall, but soon he found himself hovering over his Dad’s sculpted and muscular body. Jake wanted nothing more than to feel the confidence and power of being a stud like his dad–no–to feel the confidence and power of being the stud known as his dad. He had no second thoughts and no regrets as he dove right at his father’s rippled abs.

“Huh?!!!!!” Robert gasped as he was shocked awake.

Something had slammed him hard in the stomach–no something was still pushing so hard against him.

“WHat the–OH FUCK!” Robert yelled out as he felt some invisible force flooding into his body, filling his body past capacity.

“Aggggghhhhhhhhh uuunnngggggggggggg” Robert helplessly groaned as he thrashed in bed, gripping the sheets and gritting his teeth as he tried to roll off the bed–but the force pinning him down was too strong. He was stuck there as the energy continued to flood into him.

Robert moaned helplessly as it got harder and harder to control his movements. A wet, cold sensation spread from his abs down his thighs, up his pecs and worked all the way down to his toes, out to his fingers, and agonizingly, into his thick and erect cock. It wasn’t long until the sensation crept up his neck and he squinted his eyes shut tight as his back arched so he was clear off the bed. Every muscle in Robert’s body seized at once, and then with one last guttural grunt Robert felt a sensation like he had been shot out of a cannon.

Robert was stunned and in shock as he regained his senses, only now he was floating above his own body. He watched his own eyes open and then a mischevious smirk crossed his body’s lips.

“Oh fuuuuuuccccckkkkk yeah,” he heard his voice say as he watched his body’s hands rub up his torso.

“Oh yeah, call me Daddy,” his body moaned as Robert helplessly watched his own fingers caress and squeeze his nipples.

“Looks like I’m a stud like you after all,” he heard his body gloat with a chuckle.

“JAKE! That little shit!” Robert yelled in his spiritual form before diving back to reclaim his body.

To his dismay, there was a brief flash of light and then he was deflected right off his own body.

“Don’t even waste your energy, Dad,” Jake said, enjoying the smooth and deep voice leaving his mouth. “This was a one-way trip. My body’s upstairs–If you don’t make yourself at home in that pipsqueak body then I’m pretty sure you’ll just be stuck haunting this house until the end of time.

Robert roared in rage as he lunged at his body over and over again, getting hurled away each time and doing nothing more than tickling Jake in the process. His pleas and threats could not even be heard–the only evidence he was even present was the flash and sensation when he got deflected from his own body.

“Ohhhhhh yeah, Dad, that’s starting to feel kinda good,” Jake moaned as his father’s spirit deflected off him again. His new cock was gently pulsating inside those boxers, and as Robert watched his son reach into the waistband he realized he couldn’t take it anymore.

Robert floated up to his son’s room and saw Jake’s vacant body.

Not having any other option at the moment, he realized that having a body would be better than being stuck as a trapped spirit.

He begrudgingly started floating to Jake’s body, but then to his horror he saw the spirit of an overweight elderly man dive right Jake’s empty form.

“NOOOOO!!!!”Robert screamed as he dove at his son’s body, only to find himself repelled just like he was with his body.

Jake’s eyes fluttered open before grinning with a look of profound relief.

“Tough break,” Jake’s voice said, now controlled by the spirit of the elderly man.

“I was stuck here for decades, just watching family after family live in this home. Not that it matters to you, but I died alone and unhappy. I spent my whole life in the closet, and my last thought as a living person was that if I had the chance to be a cute little twink, I’d do everything differently. Looks like it was worth the wait,” Jake’s body said as he bit his lip and rubbed his thin and young body adoringly. “My name was Hugh in my last life, but I definitely prefer your son’s name. That’s right, I’m Jake now…” he said with satisfaction.

Hugh proudly walked his new body down the stairs before encountering a mirror and basking at his new chance at life. He had managed to keep up with the times by observing the evolution of technology through the inhabitants of the house, but he still got a giddy excitement as he pulled a strange device out of his pocket and unlocked it with his new fingerprint. He knew where the camera button was because he had watched Jake and Robert use the function countless times. Still, he was in awe as he clicked the button and snapped the first picture of his new body.

“Wait a second…” he said playfully before yanking his shirt off and taking another picture.

“I don’t know why you were so self-conscious Jake. Your body is fucking cute! Not complaining though…” Hugh said, still enjoying the teen voice leaving his mouth.

Hugh tucked the phone away. He planned on exploring the device in full later on, but in that moment he wanted to get acquainted with his new “Daddy.” His teen cock pulsated a bit just thinking about that.

Hugh walked in on Jake, still embracing and caressing his new, mature, stud body.

“Well, well, well, looks like you took that pipsqueak body after all.”

“You didn’t leave too many options,” Hugh replied, doing his best to act as if he were Robert inside Jake’s body.

“So what do you want anyway? Because this is my body now. Nothing can reverse it,” Jake gloated.

“No. No hard feelings,” Hugh said as he walked closer to Jake. “In fact, I’m glad you did what you did,” he cooed as he crawled onto the bed.

“Dad?” Jake asked, a little confused by how okay with this his Dad seemed.

“No, you’re my daddy now. Do you want your son to make you feel good?”

“Dad, what are you-Ohhhhhh ffuuuuuuucccccccckkkk” Jake moaned as his former body freed his new fatherly dick from his boxers and that hard cock in his mouth.

Robert’s spirit watched in horror.

“That’s not me!!!!! That’s some old gay pervert!!!!!! STOP!!! JUST FUCKING STOP!” the fatherly spirit begged, but he could not be heard anymore. He could only continue to watch, paralyzed in dread. Jake thought his own father was sucking him off!

Jake was smiling from ear to ear as he used his dad’s strong arms to guide his former mouth lower and lower.

Hugh eagerly swallowed that cock deeper and deeper until he had taken all 8 inches and had his lips firmly pressed against neatly trimmed pubes. He was in heaven–in control of a teen twink, his new father’s cock down his throat, and his stud father’s manly scent filling his nostrils.

Jake shivered as Hugh came up for air.

“Shit, Dad that felt so good!”

“You’re my dad now,” Hugh reminded Jake. “I’m your son now, and I wanna make you feel good.”

“Oh fuck yeah,” Jake said gruffly as he pulled his former body on top of his muscular and hairy torso.

He embraced his new role and hugged his son tight against his body before looking into his old eyes and leaning in to meet lips.

Hugh shivered in enjoyment as he felt the thick, trimmed beard of his new Daddy rubbing his smooth face. He opened his youthful mouth and let his Daddy’s tongue in. The moaned into each other’s mouths as they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues.

Robert was horrified as he witnessed his own body passionately making out with the body of his own son. But just when he didn’t think things could get any worse, he watched Jake roll them over so Hugh was on his back.

“Spread your legs, son,” Jake said forcefully.

“Yes, Daddy,” Hugh replied as he kicked off his shorts and spread his twink legs wide.

Jake was over the moon as he found his Dad’s lube and began getting his new cock nice and slick. He was ready to fuck his old body. No–he was ready to fuck his son. Because he was the man now. He was the stud with the powerful body he had always wanted. He couldn’t control himself as he pushed his new massive cockhead against his old body’s virgin hole.

Hugh gasped as he felt his Daddy’s dick stretching him wide. He squirmed and groaned, but he looked up and saw the look of focus on his Daddy’s face. Hugh took a deep breath and relaxed, groaning as Jake pushed his father’s cock deeper and deeper into his former, teen hole.

“mmmmmmm you’re so tight, boy!” Jake moaned as he got his meaty cock halfway in his son. That turned him on so much looking at his old self, but knowing that the shrimpy twink he used to be was his son now. And he didn’t know if his dad had been brainwashed by the magic or if his dad was just really being so kinky, but he didn’t care. He was already loving his new life. Hugh was thinking the same thing as he felt fuller and fuller of thick, Daddy cock. He had been worried that Jake would immediately know something was wrong, but it was so erotic in Hugh’s opinion that Jake thought his own father was being a whore in that teen body. Hugh knew that Robert was probably in the room with them. That made him even harder.

“Fuck yeah! Fill me up, Daddy! Fuck my hole good! AGgggghhhhhhhhnnnnngggggggg Fuck yeah!” Hugh hollered out as the last inch of that Daddy cock was stuffed inside him.

Jake shivered and collapsed forward onto his old body, groaning as he adjusted to the feeling of his own father’s cock stuffed completely inside his old body’s hole.

Jake gasped for breath before forcing his mouth onto his son’s and pulling his hips back.

They both moaned into each other’s mouths as Jake thrust back in, and that repeated again, and again, except Jake started thrusting faster and harder until Hugh was basically just emitting a constant moan with his teen voice.

Hugh was literally overwhelmed by pleasure as his Daddy’s dick pistoned in and out of him at an almost inhuman speed and power. He pulled his Daddy close to him so he could feel friction with each thrust as that chest hair rubbed against his smooth body. He loved feeling overwhelmed by a larger and more powerful man. The opposite was true for Jake. He was finally the stud he always wanted to be. He never felt more confident than he did in that moment as he used his powerful abs, hips, thighs, and arms to give each thrust as much power as he could. He reveled in his control as his father’s sweat dripped onto his old body. No–it was his sweat. There was no going back now–he would forever be known to the world as Robert. And he would always adore and care for his twink son, Jake.

“Ohhhhhh Jake!!! Son!!! I’m so fucking close!” the new Robert grunted as he felt his big balls contract and pulsate.

Hugh accepted his new identity in that moment too. He was Jake now, and for as long as he could keep the act up, he would pretend to be the spirit of the true Robert. But in that moment he only had one thing to say, “Fucking cum inside me Daddy!”

The new Robert growled as he rolled them over, still fully inside his boy. The new Jake was on top and ready to ride his Daddy, but Robert surprised his boy by quickly leaning up and hugging his boy tight. Robert roared as he thrashed his cock up into his boy. Jake was practically seeing stars as he hugged his Dad tight and used his leg strength to slam himself down onto his dad’s throbbing cock. Then he felt those strong hands wrap around him. Robert gripped his boy for maximum leverage and used his full strength to pull his son as tight and close as possible with each thrust.

Jake’s teen body couldn’t take it anymore, and without even touching his twink dick he hollered out in his soft, adolescent voice as his throbbing teen boner launched his cum all over his dad’s sweaty, hairy, and ripped torso.

Robert winced as he felt his boy’s hole contracting tightly with each new shot of cum that sprayed his chest. It finally took him to his limit.

“FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK YEEEEAAAHHHH SON!” he roared before forcing their mouths together again as he pulled them together tighter than ever and thrust his seed deep inside his boy. Shot after shot filled Jake’s hole until he just couldn’t contain any more of his dad’s load. With each new thrust, cum started leaking out of his hole until Robert pulled Jake tight against one final thrust. He held them together like that for several minutes, embraced and passionately kissing as they enjoyed their afterglow, fatherly cock still buried in son’s hole.

This was a fate worse than death for the spirit of the true Robert, but even he had to admit he had never seen his son happier than he was now that he had claimed Robert’s body and life as his own.

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Quick Bet

Jake stood there is disbelief as he heard the terms of what he had just agreed to.

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And when he'd announced that Trevor, the newest recruit on the baseball team, was going to be taking his place, the young jock had been ecstatic.

Trevor proudly stood before the rest of the fraternity, puffing out his chest with pride. Coach took off his baseball cap to place it upon Trevor's head.

The exact second Coach's hat was placed onto Trevor-- BWOMPH!

He looked just like Coach: a big, burly musclebear.

"Wh-what happened to me?" the former jock panicked, bristling at his much deeper voice.

He turned back to ask Coach what had happened to him, only to jerk back in shock as a trim, young jock with a chiseled six pack stood in his place instead.

The rest of the frat bros cheered as Trevor struggled to take the cursed hat off, but it was seemingly superglued to his head, leaving him trapped as a muscle daddy coach for the rest of the year.

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However, Trevor was surprisingly happy to find out that his new body also offered him something else.

"Here ya go, Daddy," the jock gushed as he handed the new Coach his beer, his cock throbbing and leaking precum into his shorts.

The frat bro dropped to his knees and immediately fished Trevor's daddy cock out of his jockstrap, eagerly slurping it up. He moaned loudly as he sucked the new Coach off.

Coach Trevor moaned loudly, his deep voice echoing off the walls of the frat house. He loved his new position as Coach, and he knew deep down that this was going to be the best year at college ever.

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Swapped at Birth

Go on, touch me. I know you want to. These perfect abs and juicy pecs not only look but feel amazing as well! I know you’ll get obsessed with them just as I did…

I mean, it’s not everyday one finds out their boyfriend was swapped at birth with the town’s hottest, richest, and most hung hunk, now do they?

Turns out hunky Marcus’ parents here were some very influential people in politics, and had made some extremely dangerous enemies. So, fearing for their newborn child’s life, they employed a secret technology which swapped the brains of their baby boy with another’s in the hospital room next door. That way, should their “substitute” son ever be killed, they’d be assured their real son would always be safe.

That’s right, turns out I am their real son. The real Marcus Samuel Ryker. Fucked up right?! All these years I’ve been living in the wrong body, the wrong life. Even the mediocre cock I used to fuck you with - it wasn’t mine. This massive beast is as it turns out.

So you might wonder why they decided to swap us back again and what happened to the former “substitute” Marcus. Well, turns out the enemies they made were all killed off by a rival gang. Along with any traces of their prior involvement. I’m guessing 25 years of laying it low and being discreet finally paid of.

Anyways, as soon as the parents, my parents found out about it, they immediately sent a personal chauffeur to pick me up from my boring retail job. What followed was a nice and calm family dinner where everything was explained to me and their other “son”. Well, as calm as it could be when my fake suddenly burst out in rage and refused to go through with the process. Of course he did. The ripped athletic body he had spent his entire life perfecting, the reflection which he had been used to seeing in the mirrors, the life and trust he had with his parents, all suddenly taken from him and given to some stranger he had never met. I would be furious and horrified as well.

Fortunately enough there were sedatives in his food, so he was quickly restrained and brought away to a secret lab. The rest of the dinner was spent me telling my rich parents all about my “temporary” life; what my childhood was like, every hardship I went through, and even all the boys I’ve dated. And guess what? They tearfully apologized of all that I’ve gone through, and wholeheartedly accepted my sexuality! Something even my former parents couldn’t be okay with!

At the end of the night I was driven to a alien-looking lab in the middle of the woods, and although I wasn’t allowed to see anything inside apart of the blindfold around my head, I’m pretty sure I heard a bunch of crying babies whom were likely going through the exact same thing I did.

The last thing I remember inside there was seeing the terrified and sorrowful face of “Marcus” on an operating table next to me, his beautifully naked muscles struggling against the restraints around him. Pretty sure some part of him enjoyed it though, as I watched him get a massive hard on laying there. MASSIVE, I tell you!

Then, I remember waking up in a normal hospital, with bandages around my head and a weird pounding headache. Guess my brain just had to get used to my new thicker skull. Along with everything else that had become “thicker”, my fingers, my arms, my thighs, my chest, and most definitely my member!

My real parents then came in as I was busily rubbing my perfect abs down, and gave me one of the most sincere and warmest hug I’d ever received. My mom was tearfully telling me “I’m home” and my dad was calling me “son”. Something which they apparently never did with their fake son. Instead calling him things like “boy”, “rascal”, or just using his fake name.

Anyways, I was released from the hospital a few days later, and my memory loss and lack of self-identity was covered up as a result of a sever head injury caused by a motorcycle accident a few days prior.

…

Now that we’ve caught up though, I think it’s time you get to meet my family. After all, you’ll one day become their son-in-law. And live in that fancy house upstate with me and my parents… You didn’t think I would abandon you now, now that I am rich and hot? After all we’ve been through?

You loved me unconditionally, even when I was a short, ugly nobody, and you even promised me you’d give me your entire world. So now, I’m going to give it back to you tenfold. You want your own Tesla car? No problems! Want a VIP-meeting with one of your favourite celebrities? How about next weekend. With the money and influence I now have, the world’s our oyster!

However, I know what you want most of all right now, am I right? You want to get on your knees and suck my massive rich man cock off, trail your tongue between my hard firm abs, and suck on my juicy perfect pecs.

Well, I’m gonna let you do all that… and then I’m going to push you onto our bed and straddle you. You’ll watch as my perfect rich boy hole opens up and disappears on top your cock, and you’ll gaze in bewilderment as I bounce up and down on you all while squeezing and caressing my own ripped body. And right after I let you unleash a load or two into my ass, I’ll pull you so close you can smell the rich musky perfume on me. Then, I’ll whisper into your ear that “I, Marcus Ryker, heir to the influential Ryker Family” will give you my undying love and ask you to finally marry me.

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Craving

“Alright, I should have everything I need now.”

In the early morning light, a 20 something year old man by the name of Mike was ruffling around with a drawstring bag. He plucked various items out of the bag and laid them out on his bed. A lighter, a piece of red yarn, a picture of his gay half brother Ricky, a few strands of his hair, and a freshly sharpened pencil. A sly grin spread across Mike’s face as he looked over the materials.

He then pulled out a large, folded piece of old parchment paper. The paper was a dark yellow in color due to its old age. Mike carefully unfolded the parchment and read it to himself.

“Inscribed on this scroll is a powerful spell to take over another living creature’s body as your own vessel…”

Mike read through the scroll, although he skimmed through most of the warnings and potential side effects section. He only really started focusing once he made it to the instructions section. He laid out the paper to his side and began to execute the instructions step by step. First, he wrapped the red string around the pencil and tied it into a knot. Next, he tied the hair around the eraser of the pencil. Then, he used the lighter to set the eraser on fire. He waited until the flame engulfed the entire tip of the pencil. Once it was properly ablaze, Mike could carry out the very last step to the spell. Write his target’s name on the parchment paper three times, write his own name, and then draw an arrow connecting the two.

Richard Valenzuela, Richard Valenzuela, Richard Valenzuela…

Although only the eraser was on fire, Mike felt as though his entire hand was burning as he wrote. The fire grew stronger just as Mike wrote the last few letters. Once the deed was done, the fire quickly slithered down the length of the pencil. It nearly reached Mike’s hand, but he was able to throw it just in time. The pencil disintegrated into ashes within a matter of seconds as it flew across the bedroom. Mike groaned. He knew he’d have to clean that up later.

But regardless of the mess, Mike was smiling on the inside. He had successfully performed the spell! But now he wasn’t sure what exactly he was supposed to do next. Mike sat on his bed, waiting for something to happen, until suddenly he felt an intense wave of nausea overcome him. His forehead was throbbing as he tried to endure the vertigo. Mike fell back on his bed while gripping his head. His vision went to black while he laid on his bed, completely unable to move.

When Mike came to, he found himself transformed. He was no longer a human being but rather a floating, translucent ball of white smoke. But that wasn’t the only major change Mike went through, he had somehow teleported too. Mike wasn’t in a bedroom anymore, and from what he could gather from his surroundings, he seemed to be underneath the driver’s seat in a car. Mike was also able to guess who the car belonged to. Although he lacked a proper nose now, he was still able to pick up on the strong smell of musk hanging in the air. He had a pretty good hunch on whose car he was in thanks to the smell.

“What the fuck is that…”

Mike heard someone above him talking. That confirmed his hunch- he was in his brother Ricky’s car now.

Mike watched as Ricky hunched over to get a closer look at him. Ricky squinted his eyes and he had a puzzled look on his face. Mike couldn’t blame him. He’d probably be confused if there was suddenly a bunch of white smoke in his car too!

Ricky tried fanning the smoke out with his hand but to no avail. Growing annoyed, Ricky decided to roll down the windows. But as he did so, Mike started gravitating upwards towards him. He was floating at eye level with his brother. The smoke emanating from his core was really starting to fill up the car now, faster than Ricky could fan it out. Mike willed the smoke to go inside of Ricky through his nostrils. Ricky coughed and gagged as he accidentally inhaled some of it. Ricky hunched over as he went into a full blown coughing fit while Mike continued spewing his smoky life essence all over him. Slowly but surely, Mike’s soul was trickling into Ricky’s body. Within the next minute, Ricky had enough of Mike inside of his body for him to start taking control. Mike wasted no time in exercising his new vessel.

Let me in!

On Mike’s command, Ricky threw his head back with his mouth hanging wide open. Mike then swiftly moved inside his mouth. Once inside, Mike began releasing smoke at neck breaking speed. Ricky’s eyes dilated and his cheeks puffed out as he swallowed mouthfuls of mist. Mike could feel his presence growing inside of Ricky’s body. Each and every cell in Ricky’s body was getting taken over by his soul. From his thick thighs to his muscular arms, from his fingertips to his facial muscles, every part of Ricky’s body was relinquishing control over to its new owner. Within seconds Mike suddenly had the ability to feel again! He moved Ricky’s hand over to his crotch and grabbed his cock. He began massaging his member, causing it to grow harder and longer as he did so.

“Mmm…! Ack!! Mmmmm…!! Ohhh…” Ricky moaned in between groans. Despite gagging, Mike could feel how much pleasure Ricky’s body was in while possessing him.

Yeah, you like that you little cum slut? You like it when I use your hands to stroke your cock? Let me in then! Let me take over your body all the way!!

Ricky relaxed his throat muscles, which allowed Mike to roll the core of his soul down his throat. Ricky’s chest puffed out as he swallowed the last piece of Mike’s soul with a loud gulp. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily. Getting possessed really worked up a sweat in Ricky’s body, but it was complete. Mike had successfully taken over his beefy brother’s body and he couldn’t help but smirk as he relished the feeling.

“Whewwww! FUCK it’s hot in here!!”

Mike ripped his wife beater off to let his new sweaty body cool down. He loved the sight of Ricky’s hairy body from his point of view. Ricky was always the more active (both physically and sexually) of the two brothers. Mike decided to take over Ricky’s body

He leaned over to his hairy armpit and took a deep whiff of his ripe pit smell. His pits had just the right blend of deodorant, natural musk, and just a touch of body odor to create a scent that was truly intoxicating. Mike couldn’t stand how smelly his brother could get. Yet for some reason, Mike simply couldn’t get enough of his musk while possessing Ricky. It must’ve been Ricky’s gay thoughts invading Mike’s soul. Mike wanted to restrain himself, but he just couldn’t! He wanted/needed more! He was letting out guttural moans with each sniff he took of his dank pits.

“Mmmm, fuckk yeahhh…”

Mike couldn’t help himself. His fully erect cock formed a tent in his pants, practically ready to explode through the fabric! His dick was sensitive to the touch. It was like electric shocks ran through his body as he rubbed his throbbing member. His hands reached down to his pants and yanked them down in one smooth motion, causing his cock to spring up once it was free.

“Wheww goddamn, Big Bro!!” Mike was impressed by the sight of his brother’s hefty dick coupled with a set of low hanging, hairy balls. Although it was slightly shorter than his own, Mike couldn’t deny that in terms of girth, Ricky had him beat.

Mike purred as he wrapped his hand around his new cock. He gave himself a couple of pumps, stroking his pulsating dick at a steady pace, and groaned obscenely loudly. Ricky’s cock was still hypersensitive from being possessed. Mike wanted to edge for a while, but with how good and warm he felt just wrapping a hand around his junk, it quickly became clear to him that he wasn’t going to last very much longer.

With that thought in mind, Mike went ahead and jerked off at full force. He quickened his stroking speed while pinching his nipple with his free hand, all while moaning out loud in his car in public without a care in the world. His breathing became shorter and labored, the warmness in his face and groin area grew warmer, the pressure in his twitching cock became unbearable.

“Agh! Ah!! Urghhhhh fuckkkkkk!!!” Mike let out a guttural groan as ropes of warm cum came shooting out of him like a geyser.

He was panting for breath by the time he finished cumming. Mike looked down at himself and grinned. The sight of his brother’s stolen body covered in sweat and cum was getting him aroused again even despite having just finished mere moments ago. He rubbed down the sweat and cum into his pores. Mike loved the feel of Ricky’s chest hair on his fingers. He gave his perky yet firm set of tits a quick flex, just for fun.

Once he was satisfied, Mike finished cleaning up after himself. The post nut clarity was kicking in, it occurred to Mike that he was still in public and without clothes now that he tore everything he was wearing apart.

Mike drove back to his brother’s place. He had to use his hands to cover up his junk to avoid flashing the neighbors, but he made it back home safe and sound. Mike went ahead and took a quick shower before putting on clean clothes. Once done, Mike was ready to go out with his brother’s body for a day of fun, but the possession fatigue had caught up to him. Mike was exhausted! He decided to lay down for a quick cat nap. Mike threw himself into Ricky’s bed with his ass perked up (because why wouldn’t he now that he had a fat ass?) and fell asleep.

Later that same day…

Without meaning to, Mike accidentally napped most of the day away. Mike woke up to the sight of the sun starting to set. He must have been even more tired than he realized, but that didn’t matter to Mike. At least he was well rested for a night out now!

Mike let out a big yawn while he scratched his chest. At first, he didn’t notice the sudden lack of chest hair because he was still waking up. But as soon as it registered how smooth his chest was, Mike went into a panic. His eyes shot down and surely enough, he was back in his own body. Mike was disappointed, but now that he was out of Ricky’s body, he was free to possess someone else!

Or so Mike thought. He thought he wanted to possess someone else, but his mind went straight back to Ricky when he thought about who to possess next. Mike couldn’t explain why but he craved being back inside of Ricky’s beefy body. All of his body hair… How thick every part of his body was… How good it felt to jerk off that cock… How sweet his cum tasted… It was no use. Mike was hooked on Ricky’s body. He needed to possess him again!

Mike hopped out of bed, ready to perform the magic spell on Ricky again. However, he didn’t notice that Ricky was waiting for him just outside the bedroom door. He nearly screamed when he almost ran into him.

“Morning, Lil Bro,”

“Oh- Hey, Rick! How long have you been standing there…?” Mike said sheepishly.

“Possess me again.”

“Wha-”

Ricky practically threw himself to Mike’s feet. Naturally, it caught Mike off guard.

“PLEASE possess me again, Lil Bro!! I know you were inside of me. I don’t care how or why you did it, just please do it again! I never knew how good I could feel until I felt what it’s like having a man inside of my body! Please, Bro! I feel so empty without you inside of me! Please possess me again!!”

Ricky was panting and drooling like a hungry dog. Mike wasn’t sure how to react at first. He almost wanted to tell Ricky off right then and there, but then something caught his attention. As Ricky was begging with his head to the floor, he had his back arched. It gave Mike a clear view of the white jockstrap he was wearing.

The sight of that waistband reminded Mike just how badly he wanted to get back inside of Ricky. And after Ricky’s grand display, it was more than crystal clear that the feeling was mutual.

“Alright, I’ll possess you again.”

“Fuck yes!! Take my body, make me yours!!”

Ricky shot back up on his feet and grabbed onto Mike. He was holding him in a tight embrace, pushing his body against his own as if to make him phase into him.

Their bodies rubbed against one another with full skin-on-skin contact, but no matter how hard Mike and Ricky pushed, they couldn’t get Mike back inside Ricky. So when that wasn’t working, they decided to try a different route.

Mike was the first to plant a kiss on Ricky. Ricky did not hesitate matching Mike’s energy and kissed him right back. The two men fell back onto the bed as they passionately made out. Loud kisses and sensual groans filled the room. Their clothes soon came off as they proceeded to the next step. Mike spit onto his hardened cock and rubbed it along his length while Ricky fingered himself as a warm-up. Once he was ready, Ricky lifted his legs onto Mike’s shoulders. Mike stepped closer, tapped his cock head against Ricky’s hungry hole, and eased his member into him inch by inch.

“Ssss, ohhh fuckk…” they both whispered under their breaths. Mike could feel the warmth of Ricky’s ass envelop his dick as he slid all the way in. Ricky was moaning and squirming as his walls opened up to accommodate Mike’s well-endowed cock. Mike started off slowly at first, but once they were both comfortable, he picked up the speed of his thrusts and pounded away at Ricky, who was loving every second of it.

They fucked like wild animals in heat. The whole house was filled with obscene noises. Mike groaning, Ricky moaning, sensual kisses, Mike’s balls clapping against Ricky’s bubble butt, the bed frame creaking and more. But they weren’t fucking just to fuck, they were fucking with intent and purpose.

Mike stopped thrusting into Ricky for a brief moment. He leaned down to lay on top of him, cock still planted deep inside his ass. Ricky wrapped his arms and legs around Mike’s torso and pulled him in closer to him. The two men embraced each other tightly. They each pushed their bodies into the other’s body with as much force as they could muster. Then finally, after enough rubbing and pushing, it happened.

They transcended physical boundaries Mike’s body began to phase right into Ricky’s body. Ricky’s moans grew in intensity as he felt his brother’s presence growing inside of him. Their bodies aligned perfectly. All of Mike’s body parts slid right into Ricky’s like a custom tailored suit. Head to head, torso to torso, dick to dick, and ass to ass. Once again, Ricky’s body puffed up momentarily as it opened itself up to welcome its new owner. With one final hip thrust, Mike possessed Ricky once again by fucking his way in.

“Nrghhh uuughhh fuckkkk…!”

Ricky’s body couldn’t handle any more stimulation. He wound up shooting his own load as well as his brother’s load thanks to the body possession. It was both glorious and obscene how much he came. Mike sighed a heavy exhale of relief. He was more than ecstatic that he was able to take over his brother’s body again. It truly felt like home, and this time, he was ready to last more than just a few hours possessing him.

As for Ricky, the idea and the feeling of having a man literally inside his body was more satisfying than anything Ricky could ever do in bed. And what made the experience of getting possessed even better was having a man take full control over his body. It was total domination, and it was something Ricky loved to do. All he could was smile with bliss on the inside as his hands began moving under Mike’s control again.

And as the beefy muscle bear laid in bed covered in bodily fluids, a cheeky smile grew on his face. It was a smile of pure satisfaction and pleasure, one that could only be achieved when both possessor and possessee are happy.

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Turkish Delight

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Cory quickly realised he’d made a mistake.

He just couldn’t help it. Cory was enjoying an evening coffee at one of those small classic neighbourhood coffeehouses in Istanbul, the kind frequented mostly by aged locals, not young tourists like him. He felt and looked out of place, sure, but it was fine. Sitting at a far corner of the cosy establishment, no one bothered him and he bothered no one. It took him a little while, but Cory was just starting to feel at ease.

And then he entered. Clearly a regular, judging by the way he swaggered in and interacted with the owner and other customers. But he stood out among the others in that he wasn’t old like the rest of them; in fact, he and Cory seemed to be the only men under 40. He sat at a table at the other end of the place, placing him on Cory’s line of sight.

Cory was immediately captivated by this stranger, not fully understanding why. Maybe it was because the guy contrasted so strongly with himself. Not that Cory wasn’t attractive — of course he was — but something about the man transfixed him. “Fuck, he’s hot,” Cory thought. Maybe it was the gleaming light brown eyes to Cory’s own icy blue, or the meticulously-groomed heavy stubble the guy sported that accentuated his sharp jawline; maybe it was his athletic physique, his well-defined body betrayed by a shirt that was clearly a size too small, or maybe it was how hairy he was, the dark hair very conspicuously thickly covering his sturdy legs and arms offering a stark contrast to Cory’s blond hairs barely visible from a distance… Whatever the case, Cory just couldn’t take his eyes off that Turkish guy. He wanted him, to feel him, to taste him, and imagined all sorts of scenarios.

That’s when Cory realised: he was shamelessly ogling the man. Snapping out of his reverie, he noticed the hairy hunk staring right back at him, completely emotionless. Shit. Flushed and embarrassed, Cory hurriedly paid for his coffee and left, all the while the man continuously and intently observed his every move. Just as he exited, the guy whom he mentally violated also got up to follow him.

His cheeks still ruddy and warm from the unfortunate encounter a while ago, Cory briskly made his way through the labyrinthine streets of the hilly city, desperate to return to his accommodation. The Turkish guy wasn’t too far behind him; Cory meanwhile sensed he was being pursued so he quickened his pace. In an attempt to throw him off the trail, Cory turned a corner into a quiet narrow alleyway flanked by an empty lot and vacant buildings.

Right then, a deep voice called out from behind Cory.

“Hey, you.”

Cory froze, his face drained of the redness. He stood in silence, not knowing whether to respond or run away. He was terrified and felt faint. Only the fresh cool evening maritime breeze kept him on his wobbly knees as he shuddered, half because of the chill, half because he feared what would happen next. Ultimately, after a tense while which felt like an eternity, Cory turned around to see the man approaching him. Although Cory still was scared, he weirdly felt an emergent sense of excitement as well.

Soon, Cory stood facing the Turk. A dimly-lit streetlight was the only source of illumination through which Cory could better appreciate the figure before him. He noticed how the guy was even more hirsute than he realised, with chest hair spilling over his too-tight shirt. Cory’s cock twitched.

“I saw you look earlier,” the guy drily said, maintaining intense eye contact with Cory.

“Ye… No! I mean, yeah, I was…” Cory stammered sheepishly. Fuck, why was he getting turned on all of a sudden?

“Like what you see?”

Cory gulped and nodded. His knees were about to give in when the hunk suddenly grabbed Cory by the shoulders with his hairy meaty hands and yanked him close to give him a forceful yet passionate sloppy kiss. Cory was taken aback and screamed internally, but at the same time, he liked what was happening. Wasn’t this what he wanted in the first place? He didn’t resist the surprising advances; he simply couldn’t resist. He reciprocated, their tongues roaming each other’s mouths. As the Turk continued to shove his tongue in him, Cory felt like putty — he’d let the guy do anything to him, he’d be happy to be used by this gorgeous hairy man in whatever way.

The man’s stubble scratched and tickled Cory’s soft skin around his lips moistened by the wet kisses. Cory felt strong itching sensations in the same area. He normally kept himself clean-shaven, mainly because he could only manage to grow some wispy hairs on his face. As the Turkish guy momentarily pulled away from the kiss though, the area around Cory’s mouth was substantially darker than it was just a minute ago, the beard growth process being accelerated. Cory ignored the itch and continued making out.

After a while of spit-heavy lip-locking, the Turk pulled down his shorts and grabbed Cory by the shoulders, pushing him down to his knees. Cory, at eye level with the guy’s cut 8-inch cock, was completely mesmerised by the sight and especially the scent; the pubes were so dense, they trapped and collected all the musky sweat and oozing precum. The smell was rather pungent but Cory didn’t mind at all. If anything, the odour had a simultaneously captivating and relaxing effect on him and he felt compelled to inhale it more.

Cory piggishly sniffed the ridiculously hairy crotch, even licking the beads of moisture off individual strands of pubes. While doing so, the hair on his temple grazed the guy’s leaking member, some of the precum sticking onto his blond hair. His hair absorbed the pre almost instantly and began to darken, the change in colour spreading from where the precum had been smeared. The hair on Cory’s scalp lost its sandy hue but retained its sheen, turning browner and darker as the pigmentation spread from the roots to the tips. His face still buried in the thick pubes, Cory felt the man jerk himself, squeezing out more pre from his throbbing cock. “Suck,” he commanded. Cory swiftly obliged.

Cory was dazed; the public setting, the man’s body and scent, his own eagerness… all that was happening was wilder than anything he’d ever dreamt of. After admiring the juicy rod bobbing up and down in front of him, Cory closed his eyes and got to work, savouring the taste of the musky cock with a faint taste of piss. He took the whole length in his mouth and down his throat, blowing to the best of his abilities. He eagerly lapped up the copious amounts of pre from the Turk’s slick pulsating member, coating his tongue.

The more he sucked and swallowed, the more hairs grew on his face. The itch intensified above and below Cory’s lips, little needle-like black hairs pushing out from his smooth skin and multiplying below his nose and on his chin. The beginnings of a luscious beard then steadily migrated outwards, short pointed hairs breaking out all over Cory’s cheeks and linking with his tapered sideburns. By now, Cory had grown a remarkable designer stubble which grew in thicker by the minute and slowly crept down his chin. At the same time, his face took on a slight tan, darkening independently of the hair growth that took over the whole lower half of his face. Cory’s jaw looked more rugged too, becoming more square and masculine.

Cory carried on blowing his new acquaintance, completely oblivious to the changes affecting him. “You like?” asked the man. “Mmhrrrgggmm,” Cory could only nod and let out a gurgled hum of approval to affirm. The Turkish guy then forcefully rammed his cock down Cory’s throat, making him gag. Just as he did, Cory’s Adam’s apple jutted out more prominently. He opened his wet eyes to look up at the hunk; as he blinked away the tears, his blue eyes lost their iciness as the colour shifted from a cold blue to a warmer mixture of green and brown with flecks of gold. With his new hazel eyes, Cory saw the guy with a smirk on his face for the first time.

Cory’s body continued to change. He felt bulkier, the clothes he wore starting to strain against the muscles growing on his formerly slim frame. He also felt so much warmer despite the breeze; he felt heat radiating all throughout his body from the pit of his stomach and was sweating profusely as a result. He also felt his whole body itching uncomfortably by now. Watching the Turk strip and bare his gloriously hairy body, Cory did the same — he certainly wasn’t as hairy as the guy. Yet. The hair growing on Cory’s face continued to travel down, prickly hairs sprouting on his neck, past his collarbones and on his chest. Cory initially only had a faint patch of barely-visible hair right at the centre of his chest, but as the hairs darkened and thickened, they fanned out towards his pits, forming whirling patterns around his nipples and covering his whole chest with stubbly black hair, like a freshly-mowed lawn. The prickly sensation migrated south to his midriff, a trail of nascent coarse hairs sprouting from his chest down to his navel and then his crotch. From there, the newly-formed treasure trail widened and began to spread outwards in all directions, hairs multiplying rapidly until Cory’s whole torso was blanketed in a field of short hair which connected his stubble and still-sparse pubes.

After a few minutes of Cory sucking, slurping and gagging on the fat Turkish cock, the guy made him stop. Cory reluctantly agreed. The guy then grabbed Cory by his wavy, shiny black hair and got him up back on his feet. Cory was in a state of utter bliss, drunk on pre and musk, drooling uncontrollably. The Turk lifted his arm, exposing his smelly pit completely covered in tangled wiry hairs. The dark hairs were so incredibly dense and tightly-spaced that Cory thought he was staring into the void. “Sniff and lick,” he told Cory. Who was Cory to say no? He stumbled forward, faceplanting right in the sweaty jungle of pit hairs. The pit musk was surely at least ten times as potent as the musk from crotch! The pungent scent was overwhelming; it burned Cory’s nostrils, and yet his cock throbbed even harder, dripping pre all over. What would have been torture felt more like heaven to Cory. He grunted as he took a deep whiff of the rank musk and licked the matted hairy mess soaking wet with sweat. It was absolutely acrid, and the sharp sourness also scalded his throat, making him cough. Cory was immobilised though, his head held in place in the Turk’s reeking hirsute pit; he let out muffled moans, struggling to breathe. Inhaling the musk and gulping down obscene quantities of rancid sweat accelerated Cory’s changes.

Cory’s body ached all over as he increased in size, growing a few inches and gaining muscle mass. His muscles pulsated and expanded; it really looked as if someone was blowing air into him. His chicken legs inflated to become sturdy trunks, with hard thighs and bulging calves. His arms too grew larger, the veins protruding, his forearms thickening along with his biceps and triceps which doubled in size. Cory’s shoulders and chest broadened, providing him with a more robust, rugged physique. His abs also became prominent, the tight muscles emerging with several popping sounds. Cory was granted a temporary reprieve from piggishly eating out the Turk’s pit, leaving him to gasp for fresh air. The guy then tugged sharply on Cory’s nipples, making him let out a simultaneous yelp and low moan. As if some mechanism had been activated, Cory’s pecs ballooned and jutted out forward, his nipples looking thicker, longer and juicier than the goose-pimple ones he had before. Along with his pecs, his ass also expanded; what was once fairly flat and sad-looking was now globular, the firm cheeks jiggling with every move.

Cory’s puppeteer shoved Cory back into his other, equally hairy and musky pit. With his face buried in the nasty armpit, Cory panted and grunted as the intoxicating scent continued to work its magic. Cory’s brows became wider and bushier. The stubble on his face grew darker and thicker, the hairs coarsening and lengthening as well as multiplying in greater numbers. Starting from under his nose, more hairs poked out to give him a moustache which covered his whole upper lip. The hairs on his chin grew out in all directions, growing unruly and tangling up as Cory rubbed his face in the Turk’s manly pit. His cheeks underwent the same treatment, thick beard hairs pushing out from the follicles and cascading down, following Cory’s rugged jawline and covering the entire area of his face below his nose, the new bushy growth connecting with the moustache and the hairs below his lips. The growth continued to give Cory an incredibly thick medium-length beard that he’d only ever dreamt of having, now coated with a layer of musky sweat and Cory’s own saliva owing to his ravenous worshipping of the Turkish man’s pits. The man held Cory firmly in place, as if to cure the scent onto him.

This second explosion of hair travelled down Cory’s heaving body. Where the first wave of hair growth resulted in hairs which looked trimmed, the wiry, curly growth this time gave him a natural look, the hirsuteness of a man who had never shaved in his life, possibly unable to, due to how densely and much the hair grew. Coarse hairs burrowed their way out of Cory’s shoulders, leaving a forest of curly fur surrounding his neck, and flowed down his swollen upper arms and to his forearms, forming whirls and wave-like patterns, the wild, dense growth of black hair obscuring the view of the skin underneath — his arms looked as if they were wrapped in steel wool. Cory’s hands cracked and popped as they grew meatier and burlier, his fingers rough and calloused and speckled with thick hairs, giving him an almost beastly appearance.

The rapid growth of hair continued unabated, Cory feeling an intense itch under his arms. Soon, dark pinpricks appeared in his shaven pits, increasing exponentially. From those black dots, long wiry hairs shot out, growing thicker and longer, seemingly watered and fed by the sweat that had accumulated in his pits all this time. Radiating from the centre of the pits, the hairs blanketed a larger area, connecting with the hairs on Cory’s chest. Much like the Turk’s pits, Cory’s pit hair grew unwieldy and matted, the strands twisted and twirled from both the growth and the dampness. The moisture trapped under the massive tufts of pit hair emanated a smell. Indeed, accompanying the growing hairs was a stink, the same kind of rank smell that Cory had been inhaling for some time now, which grew increasingly more powerful as the fur grew in. Cory’s chest hair also began to lengthen at the same time, the hairs coiling out and curling and bunching up. Any remaining empty space was filled with thick wiry hair springing out in rapid succession. The amount of hair was grotesque; the eruption of wiry black hairs created a rug of fur on Cory’s toned body, completely enveloping his torso such that his pecs and abs were hardly visible at all, only his engorged nipples barely poking out from the dense field of hair.

Together with the massive hair growth and coupled with the increased pigmentation in his hairs, the light tan which had developed on his face also migrated down. Cory’s pale complexion on his face was already completely replaced by a natural tan, a light sun-kissed brown. The colour seeped down his neck, his back, his shoulders, like someone had dumped a bucket of oil on Cory. The dim orange streetlight made his tan appear darker, what little bits of skin peeking out through the dense hair glistening with the light reflecting off the sweat. Soon, all of Cory’s skin was a luscious earthy tone, not that much of it was visible under all the fur carpeting his whole body.

Cory’s raunchy pit sweat guzzling was interrupted when the Turk made him turn around and stand facing the wall of the vacant building. “Ass out,” the guy ordered. Cory immediately obeyed, panting like a dog that’s had too much sun. He was excited by the prospect of getting railed by this hot Turkish hunk, not having realised all the changes that affected him. Beads of precum dribbled out of Cory’s aching cock, which in the meantime had also darkened to match the rest of his complexion. His balls, larger than before, also churned. Cory felt the Turk holding him from behind, grinding his wet slick cock against Cory’s ass crack filling with hair. “Ready?” asked the man. “Fuck yes,” Cory responded. The guy spat right onto Cory’s tight puckering hole. Wiry black hairs blossomed around the pink ring, spreading out alongside the hairs growing on his crack. The light dusting of hair on his bouncy glutes was swiftly overtaken by curly dark hairs.

The Turk slowly inserted his cock lubed up with Cory’s saliva and his own precum into Cory’s inviting hairy hole, making Cory emit low moans and animalistic grunts sounding deeper than the previous ones. The man thrust in and out of Cory in a rhythmic fashion, Cory’s hole wrapping around his cock, basically milking him of his pre. With every thrust and pound and depositing of the Turkish guy’s precum in him, Cory changed further. His furry mounds ballooned even more. Pound. Fuzz grew in from the area of his coccyx and crept up the entire length of his spine, connecting with the thick curly hairs on his shoulders. Pound. The same fuzz then fanned out from the backbone, coating the lower back and colonising the previously hairless area of the shoulder blades. Pound. The wispy hairs on his whole back turned darker, growing longer and thicker, thousands of individual strands unfurling as they burrowed out of Cory’s smooth skin with great strength, leaving him with an impenetrable pelt of fur on his back. Pound. The wiry hairs erupted in greater quantities on his legs and snaked down, growing all over and wrapping around his thighs and calves and shins. Pound. The midnight black hairs on Cory’s legs thickened considerably that they were now visible from a distance, in stark contrast to before when he still had barely-visible light hairs against his pale white skin.

The pounding increased in speed, the Turk’s hairy low-hanging golf ball-sized balls slamming and smacking sonorously against Cory’s voluptuous hairy ass, also making his balls increase in size to those of tennis balls. Each frenzied slap caused Cory’s bush to fill in and spread beyond its confines at the base of his penis. He had previously kept his crotch trimmed, but that was history now; his pubes more closely resembled black fur due to how dense and tightly-packed it was. It was impossible to see the skin underneath the bush which had basically spread to the navel and also around Cory’s hips, even having crawled a little bit up his shaft. The wild, unkempt matted fur on his groin, much like the coarse tufts of hair under his arms, collected both musk and moisture, rendering it damp and especially pungent. It was only this time that Cory realised how much he reeked, with his arms outstretched to prop himself against the wall as he was fucked by his dream man. He didn’t care that he stunk; no, it turned him on, even. His dick responded accordingly, pulsating painfully — as the Turkish guy continued to thrust rigorously, Cory’s leaking cock grew larger incrementally, as did his balls which were engulfed in wiry hairs, and Cory produced more and more pre which trickled down his shaft and onto his extremely tangled mess of a bush, stinking it up even more.

Very little of Cory as he once was at the coffeehouse remained. At this point, he resembled an extremely hairy, beefy Turkish man, handsome and masculine, oozing testosterone out of every pore, blessed with the perfect manly genes such that luscious fur carpeted his body front and back, head to toe. After a few more thrusts and plunging and poking, the Turk erupted with one drawn-out growl and heavy panting and flooded Cory’s insides with his hot, sticky seed, depositing load after load in him. On Cory’s part, he too was close to cumming. As his cock reached a fully erect length of at least 9 inches, his foreskin retracted down his pulsing shaft and vanished altogether, leaving him with a newly-cut slab of meat. Cory blasted — hands-free — at the same time as the other Turk, leaving a puddle of splooge on the ground and painting a fair bit of the wall he propped himself up against. As he came, so came out the last vestiges of his former whiteness, his balls now filling and churning with Turkish cum.

The guy pulled out of Cory with a shlorp, cum dribbling out of Cory’s manhandled hairy hole and clinging onto the thick curly hairs on Cory’s ass and legs. Both men were breathing heavily, completely spent. They momentarily stood in silence punctuated by the sounds of buzzing insects and the occasional evening breeze. The other Turkish man, now slightly smaller in build than Cory, pulled Cory close for a kiss, gently and tenderly this time, not minding the pre and drool that had stuck and dried onto Cory’s majestic bushy beard.

“What’s your name?” the guy asked, thumbing Cory’s still-hard protruding nipples. Cory opened his mouth to respond but he hesitated. He suddenly realised he didn’t remember his name — what was his name? What a strange thing to forget! He knew it started with a C… no! It wasn’t a C, silly him. It started with a K, of course, and there was an R in there. K… Kor…? Ker…

“Kerem,” he finally answered. Yes, Kerem; that was his name, the name that he’d obviously had all his life. He’d always lived in Istanbul, hadn’t he? He liked the sea and the hills, his native culture, and the men, especially the men — those hirsute and masculine like him, of course — how happy is he who calls himself a Turk!

“I’m Semih,” said the other man who had followed Kerem all the way from the coffeehouse in the hopes of having fun with him. He certainly did get lucky, even out in public like this. “Evimde bir kez daha?”

“Peki, kanka.” Kerem was so ready for round two with Semih.

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Hi all, decided to upload something for a change. Kudos to @hairyjocktf for the encouragement!

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Which writers do you recommend ? What stories did you like?

I follow quite a bit of creators, so it would be quite overwhelming to include all of them ! So I'll only include those I especially like and have things to say about.

I'll of course shoutout @joshslater, he's honestly a bit of an idol to me, since his stories are always so imaginative - and well-written ! In that category I also add @salmonskinrolltf of which I especially like the multi-parters, and how he explores a gimmick very thoroughly, @maletfsstories who always write great stories that hook me up even on kinks I don't have, and @rozza22365 who basically was the one to introduce me to the guilty pleasure of gay to straight by his thrilling prose !

I'll also shoutout the very prolific @papermoon357 (because, let's be honest, who wouldn't !), whose skill really shines in the stories he posts between captions, @fredwkong and @octuscle who both have a similar style of reader-driven posting that brings a ton of varied content, with each their own spin (thinking about it, it might very well be in the continuation of the style of feu collegenerdtojock, whose tumblr has been taken over by pastry for some reason), as well as @coyotes-rules-of-change who always nails down perfectly what I find hot in tf !

And for newer writers, I'll shoutout @occamstfs who does an extremely good job, @tidetfs who seems to have pretty similar interests as me, and @alphajocklover who kinda does have that old tumblr tf community vibe to his stories !

Finally, a few mentions that I don't know how to group, I shoutout @dreamingtf and his stories that very often make me feel good, @idesofrevolution who has a nack of writing immersive stories, and @nonotnolan who writes some really sweet love stories ^^ (and I'll add an honorable mention to Programming Prince, who was banned multiple times from Tumblr, and since quit writing stories, but was very impactful in my introduction to the community ^^)

As for stories, well, you make me dig deeper, the list has already been so long to write ! But here are some of my all-time favorites, of which I link through my likes/main blog (so that if the link perishes, it perishes with that account ^^') :

@fullfriendnerdpurse's trio of alpha car, forced imposter and how to make a douchebag (not the actual title), all are great concepts of which I love to throw myself inside, and I think could all make a thrilling longer story, @rozza22365's Brotherly Changes, that one story that convinced me to follow him, @alphajocklover's Unmoved, which resonates with my personnal experiences a lot, feu tyranitartf's I'm a dumb jock, very hypnotic and thrilling, @anomanlyarchives' text message swap (not the actual title), of which I love the love story, I-don't-remember-whom's Chess Rival, republished by @marcoh1234, a good all classic that just doesn't get old, @erogenousmind's Turing, one of those stories that just scratches my existential horror erotica itch, @0ng0ingw0rk's To Love and to Cherish..., a great love story, @joshslater's Wet Dreams, the story I blame for my diaper fetish, Happy Endings' The Mind Palace (gayspiralstories), honestly my favorite story of all times, I love the concept, love the execution, the sweetness and the corruption. I do an RP on it (or at least did until I took a break), and I think that's the one concept I won't be bored of ^^'

There's a buch of other stories I love and would love to show off better, but that list is already long enough, so I focused on the most impactful stories ^^'

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A Second Lease

Jay placed a hand on his dad’s back to comfort him as he unloaded all of his recent struggles. You see over the past few months, Jay’s father Ken had made some dramatic changes in his life. First of which was splitting from his Wife of 30+ years shortly after he came out of the closet as a gay man. It was tough for everyone involved but thankfully Jay, being gay himself, was there to help his dad along the way.

After the dust had settled Ken tried not to waste any more time, already soon approaching his 50s, and jumped on the gay dating scene. But it didn’t go as smoothly as he’d hoped. Most gay men his age that he was into were either already in a committed relationship, lived ridiculously far away or were only into younger dudes. And so this eventually lead to Ken feeling a little hopeless. Seeing this, Jay offered to go on a camping trip with his father where they found themselves talking more in depth about Ken’s struggles.

The two sat on the edge of an old shallow Well, dangling their feet just above the water while they talked things through. Of course Jay sympathised with his dad, it couldn’t have been easy for the older generation of gay men that were too afraid to come out until now. In fact that was part of the reason he had brought his dad to this Well in particular. Apparently the Well was rumoured to have magical properties on night’s where the moon was full. Just like this one.

“Oh what I would do if I was your age again…” Ken looked over at his son, a built 22 year-old in the prime of his life. “And to live in a time where you don’t have to be afraid to be yourself… I’m jealous but at least you get to live the life I couldn’t.” It was a sweet moment that seemed to bring the pair closer, even sharing a short hug before Jay interjected with a strange question.

“Would you want to live my life?”

Ken gave his son a puzzled look but before he could give a proper answer Jay reached into his pocket and pulled out an old penny. He stared down at the coin for moment before glancing up at his dad and then down at the well.

“I wish I could trade lives with my dad.” Jay stated with an almost stern voice before flicking the coin into the shallow waters. Hearing this caused a swift laugh to erupt from his dad.

“Trust me son, you don’t want my body.” Ken chuckled as he gave his son a pat on the back. “Just savour your youth while you can.” Though it seemed silly, Ken still appreciated the gesture his son was trying to make.

“Oh come on dad, it’ll just be temporary for a month or two. You deserve this!” Jay urged.

Upon hearing this Ken became slightly confused again. Why was his son talking about this as if his wish were actually to come true? It was sweet and all but kinda pointless he thought. Despite that he agreed with Jay that if he could do it temporarily then he’d adore being able to live life through his Son’s younger eyes.

After this the two continued to sit and chat for awhile longer until the late evening turned to night with only the full moon to light their way as the pair traveled back to where they’d set up camp. They said their goodnight’s before entering their respective tents and finally falling asleep to the sounds of wildlife chirping away through the night.

———

Ken awoke somewhat early the next morning to the sound of a pot clanking outside his tent. His first thought was that Jay had already gotten up and decided to cook some breakfast for himself. As his eyes opened fully however, he noticed something was off. This wasn’t his tent. This wasn’t his sleeping bag. These weren’t his things strewn around the tent. It was all his son’s!

He was already confused as it was but on top of everything else, even his own body felt off in a weird way that he couldn’t quite explain. First of which was having such a strong morning wood. He hadn’t had one this hard and potent in years. But more so than that he felt… larger? It wasn’t until he unzipped the sleeping bag that he realised why. Ken couldn’t hold in a gasp of shock when he no longer saw his lean 49 year old frame but instead the larger, muscled physique of a man in his prime. It wasn’t just any physique though. It took him a moment to realise as he’d never seen it from this angle but… it was his son’s body!

The man was still trying to process what was even happening as he explored his body in curiosity. Ken brushed his hands along his torso, allowing them to glide over Jay’s defined pecs and down his strong abdomen until he reached his crotch. There he could see his son’s cock straining against his boxer briefs, just begging to be let out. Of course Ken’s first instinct was to whip it out and stroke until he busted a huge load over his crotch and muscled torso… but should he? If this really is his son’s body then would it be wrong? Before he came to an answer however, a voice called from outside the tent.

“Sounds like you’re awake in there dad. Come out and have some breakfast with me.” The voice left Ken even more perplexed because, well, it was his voice! He didn’t know how to reply so he simply grabbed a pair of his son’s grey joggers, pulled them on (while doing his best to ignore the boner), and unzipped his tent. What he saw left him speechless. There sat beside the camp stove was none other than himself! “Ah finally. I thought you were gonna sleep in all morning dad. Well… I guess I should be calling you son now.”

After a few moments of sheer shock, Ken finally processed what this lookalike of his had said. “J… Jay!? Is that you!?!?” He was even more shocked to hear his son’s voice come from his own mouth.

“Well technically you're Jay now, but yes it's me."

Ken was bewildered not only by the situation itself but the fact that his son was seemingly so calm about it. Jay even pulled up a chair while urging his dad to come sit next to him so he could explain the situation.

“Okay I’ll be honest, I didn’t pick this camping spot randomly. You remember the Well we were sat by last night? Well there’s sort of an urban legend around it that states it being a real wishing Well during a full moon with real magic inside it!” As Jay explained, Ken’s rational mind told him this was all nonsense but at the same time he was looking over at his own body! “I didn’t believe it at first but I made a dumb wish last month and it actually came true the next day!”

“What… did you wish for?” Ken asked, still trying to get this all through his head.

“Well I’ve always been insecure about my feet. I always thought they were so tiny compared to most dudes. So I made a wish and boom.”

Ken looked down at what were now his feet in confusion. “But Jay you’ve always had big feet. I mean what are they? Size 13?” He wriggled his toes a little as he said this.

“Exactly.” Jay smirked. “The wishes tend to make everyone around think the change is normal.”After that Jay went on to explain his motives behind this wish. He’d seen just how tough things had been for his Dad since coming out. How he had to struggle with half the family hating him in silence for leaving his wife after so many years. Not to mention struggling to find his way in the gay community. Seeing it all unfold made Jay want to give his dad a break from all that and chance to be younger again. “Don’t worry it’s only temporary as well. We can always come back on another full moon and wish ourselves back to normal. Let’s say two months from now.”

Ken had no idea what to feel. So many mixed emotions were floating around in his mind as he looked down at his son’s large pecs again, now his own! “Jay I-I don’t know what to say… this is… this is… unbelievable…”

“You don’t have to say anything dad. Just enjoy my body. And don’t worry my boyfriend already knows about this and he’s cool with you using my body to hook up with other dudes as well. Just don’t do anything too crazy alright.” Jay finished in a rather stern, almost fatherly tone.

In response Ken couldn’t help but get up and pull Jay in for a hug. He was filled with so much gratitude for his son’s generosity. Not many son’s would do something this incredible for their father and yet here they were. After giving Jay a huge thank you, Ken sat back down now with a huge smile on his son’s face. In his head he was already thinking of all the fun he was going to have.

Afterwards the two proceeded to have an interesting breakfast before eventually packing up all their things and heading back home. Ken, now driving his son’s car, dropped Jay off at the very home he grew up in only now he owned it. Shortly after Ken drove himself back to Jay’s apartment where he was eager to get some alone time to explore himself a little more.

———

The moment Jay opened the front door, he could hear the TV rumbling away in the living room. With a smile he waltzed around the corner to see his boyfriend Leon sat on the sofa.

“Heeeyyyy guess who!” He said using his father’s deep but smooth voice.

Leon spun his head around to see none other than his boyfriends dad but he knew exactly who was really in the driver’s seat. “Oh wow I can’t believe you actually went through with it!” The lean hunk jumped up from where he was sat in excitement. “Where is he now? How did he take it?”

“Pretty well. He was a bit shocked at first but once he realised the situation you shoulda seen the way his face lit up… or my face I guess. As for where I just dropped him off at our apartment, said he could do what he liked as long as he kept my life in order.”

“So does that mean we have your dad’s house all to ourselves in the meantime?” Leon moved closer to Jay, placing a hand on his chest.

“Mhm, we absolutely do.” Jay grinned down at his sexy (now much younger) boyfriend as the man explored his body. He even let out a satisfied grunt as Leon grabbed his bulge, squeezing it a little before going in for a kiss. You see the reasons Jay had explained to his dad about the swap was only half of the story. In truth another reason why Jay was so willing to swap with his dad was because Leon had recently let it slip that he’d had a crush on Jay’s dad for quite some time. And so after Jay found out about the Well and it’s power he figured he could hit two birds with one stone.

It wasn’t long before the pair were back on the couch, Jay’s pants and boxers tossed to one side as he laid down. He felt a bit weird about it for a moment, seeing his dad’s dick between his legs. Especially as it began to harden at the sight of Leon undressing himself. It was a tad longer than his own but not quite as thick. But then his boyfriend whispered something in Jay’s ear that he never imagined would turn him on so much.

“Fuck me with the dick that made you…”

Suddenly Jay’s now 49 year old cock sprung up as hard as could be. It was like some kind of sex demon that’d been locked away in his father’s body had suddenly been unleashed as the next thing they knew Jay was slamming his dad’s member into his boyfriends tight hole, dominating him in every which way. Their moans echoing through the house as Leon had one of his deepest fantasies full-filled. Literally. After a good 15 minutes or so of none stop fucking, Jay unloaded his dad’s balls inside Leon with probably one of the biggest loads that body had ever shot.

Once all was said and done the two collapsed in a hot mess with Jay still plunged deep inside. His dad’s body might’ve still had some good stamina for its age but he still found himself completely exhausted after all that.

Leon let out a long satisfied sigh. “That… was amazing Jay. You’ve just set a high bar for yourself when you and your dad swap back.”

“Ah ah, for the next two months I’m not Jay. It’s Mr. Kellerman to you.” The older man chuckled while kissing along his boyfriends neck. He’d already began to sink in to his temporary identity as his own father, Ken Kellerman. Had Leon not already busted a load, he certainly would’ve after hearing that.

———

Meanwhile across town, Ken had been settling into his son’s apartment. He allowed himself awhile to take it all in. After all this was where he’d be staying for the next 2 months. It was a rather new place that Jay and Leon had bought so he’d never actually had a chance to come over and see it all yet. Not with everything that’d been going on recently.

Soon enough Ken found himself in the bathroom however, stood in front of the mirror and staring deeply at his reflection. God it was so jarring. Seeing the features of his son’s face move under his control as he inspected them. Seeing how dark and full his hair was compared to his former silver look. Seeing the lack of wrinkles across his face along with such youthfulness in his eyes. Not to mention how huge his new body was!

He already knew his son was well built of course and he that knew even more so when he woke up that morning but actually seeing it reflected back at him… it was something else. Seeing the way his shirt stretched over his pecs, the way it’s sleeves strained around his biceps, the way his joggers perfectly framed his muscled ass. He scolded himself for even turning around to check it out. This was his son’s ass that he was admiring for Christ’s sake, even if it was his for the time being.

Ken told himself that he should stop. That he should just start preparing himself to live Jay’s life already. But the temptation was too much. He’d began pulling off his shirt when he had an even better idea instead. He grabbed the neckline of the shirt with both hands before using his newfound strength the rip it open completely, exposing his bare torso. He felt a massive surge of adrenaline and testosterone as he tossed the tattered shreds to ground. “FUCK YEAH!” He roared while throwing his huge new arms up into double bicep pose, watching as they bulged with power in the reflection. With that all reason went out the window as Ken started grabbing, flexing and caressing his new muscle in every way possible. He gave by far the most attention to his pecs though. How could he not?! His son had built them so well, looking so wide and powerful as he couldn’t stop himself from bouncing them a little. Even going as far as the tweak his nipples while grunting in satisfaction.

All the excitement had caused a massive tent to arise in Ken’s joggers. He was so damn horny that he didn’t even think twice about kicking them off and gripping and his son’s member this time. From what he could tell it was tiny bit shorter than his own but a fair bit thicker at the same time. He could only just fit his hand the whole way around. Then before he knew it the bathroom was filled with the murmurs of a young man generously beating his meat.

“Mmmm fuuuck… I’m such a hunk…” He muttered to himself as he watched his reflection jacking off. “So young and buff…” His gaze tracing over the muscular ridges across his body before of course giving himself another flex. “Ufff my name’s Jay and I gave my sexy young body to my dad huhuhuhuh” Ken chuckled dumbly “My dad should definitely keep my huge body. He’s far more deserving of it after all huhuhuh” he continued, getting more and more turned on by the second. Ken couldn’t stop himself from lustfully admiring his son’s body from every angle by now as his borrowed cock start to leak. It was only after finally turning his backside to the mirror and giving it jiggle that Ken finally busted his son’s ball batter all over the bathroom wall and floor with a long groan.

After about 15 seconds or so of squirting cum, the dumb grin on Ken’s face started to fade as the post nut clarity hit. He was suddenly horrified at what he’d done and all the things he’d just said. Immediately after he got to cleaning himself and the bathroom up in shame. While he did he rationalised everything that happened as being due to his son’s body’s heightened testosterone and horniness compared to his old body…

———

Over the next few weeks both father and son enjoyed living out each overs lives.

Jay for example had been spending a lot of time at home with his boyfriend. For the first week he’d taken a vacation from his dad’s work so him and Leon had plenty of time to get ‘accustomed’ to the new situation they found themselves in. But after a week of daddy kink filled fucking, Jay at last decided to head into work. It was certainly tough in the beginning and he got a couple stares but Jay soon found his footing at the law firm. You see since he’d wished to switch lives with his dad, all the memories and information he needed to be lawyer like his dad were already stored in his brain. He just had to tap into it.

Wearing his Dad’s suit everyday was certainly an interesting change of pace. Before this he’d only ever worn one on special occasions and didn’t much enjoy it but now it felt normal and natural. Leon certainly didn’t complain either. In fact the first night that Jay came home from work Leon basically begged the older man to fuck him with the suit on. Suffice to say those two had been doing just fine so far.

Ken on the other hand made a similar decision to take some time off from Jay’s job as a trainer at the local gym. He used that time to get used to his new form and living situation. Of course this meant tugging his younger cock in every room of the house until he’d busted his son’s seed in each one. He scolded himself constantly at first for getting so damn horny about having Jay’s body all the time and for the types of things he’d say while masturbating but sooner or later he decided to stop fooling himself and just enjoy it.

He went back to working as a trainer not too long after that. He gave himself a couple days at the gym first to unlock Jay’s know-how about exercising and using the gym equipment but after that he was ready to go. Ken found himself directing all of Jay’s clients through their workouts and encouraging them like a pro. Nobody even batted an eye and Ken absolutely loved it. Everyone seeing him as Jay Kellerman, gym hunk and trainer, while turning the heads of both men and women alike. He got off on it way more than he ever expected to.

As the second week progressed, Ken found himself signing up to Grindr and with Jay’s body and looks he had no problem finding multiple dudes that were interested. Before long he was bringing home a hot new guy almost every night to either fuck or get fucked by depending on what mood he was in. Whether it be his thick cock or jock butt, no man could resist. And the sex itself was divine to say the least. Dumping his load inside a tight hole after making the guy beg for it or finding himself begging to filled while moaning out like a slut in his son’s voice. Sure his old body had some pretty decent stamina for being middle aged but it was nothing compared this body in the prime of its youth. Needless to say, Ken was slowly becoming more and more addicted to his Son’s body and life.

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It’d been about a month since the initial swap. And just like that night the moon destined bright and full once more, it’s light ready to fill the night sky. Ken sighed, conflicted as to whether the choice he was about to make was the right one. He looked down at the coin in his hand, fiddling with it a little before glancing over at the so-called ‘Magical Well’…

After figuring out when the next full moon would be, Ken found himself driving back to the very same campsite his son had taken them on the night they swapped bodies. After which he wandered the woods for a little while before finally coming across the Well that’d made it all possible. He knew that Jay was planning on coming back to Well on the full moon after this one so they could reverse things making this the only chance he had.

Over the last few weeks he’d spent in his sons body, Ken had been happier and more confident than ever. It was like having a second lease on life. And from the nights they’d all had dinner together it seemed that Jay had adjusted very well to the swap. On top of all that he’d recently met a guy at the gym, Sean. He was attracted to the man of course but it wasn’t just lust like with all his Grindr hookups. No it was more than that. Whenever they spoke it was like his heart began to flutter. Whenever Sean complimented him he found himself hiding a blush.

Everyday Ken wanted nothing more than to confess his feelings but… he couldn’t. After all he knew that eventually he’d go back to being a 49 year old man and trying to explain the whole ‘body swapping with his son’ thing would probably just make him look crazy if anything…

And so here he was, fiddling with a coin and staring at the one thing that could decide where his life goes next. He found himself sat on the edge, dangling his large feet over the water like him and his son had that night. He must’ve been deep in thought for a good hour or more until at last the moon up high in the dark starry sky in its full glory. Looking up at it, Ken took a deep breath and finally made his decision.

Closing his eyes, Ken proceeded to make his wish out loud. “I wish for my son and I to become impervious to the magic of anymore wishes and for us to be sealed inside our current bodies.” He stated before opening his eyes and looking down at the coin. It suddenly felt heavy. Heavy with the weight of fate. And yet, after a moment of hesitation, he flicked it into the Well.

Ken had no idea what to expect. Would there be any way of telling whether his wish had worked before next month? He sat on the edge of the Well for a bit longer pondering it. Just as he was getting up to leave however, his question was answered. A surge of energy wrapped around his body in an unexplainable sensation. It felt as though his very being was being hugged in a magical aura. What Ken was feeling was the Well’s magic re-moulding his soul to fit his son’s body permanently before leaving it with a protective armour to shield it from other wishes. And little did Jay know that the same had happened to him as he slept soundly next to Leon.

The process was quick and soon Ken felt the weird sensation dissipate from his body. Only now he felt… secured. Locked in. He no longer felt like a guest inside a body that wasn’t his own. Now it truly belonged to him and that turned Ken on like crazy.

The man was horny infact the he threw off his shirt and pants right then and then in the middle of the woods. He reached into his boxer briefs and fished out his permanent new cock and started tugging on it furiously. “Fuuuuuck yeahhh! These glorious fuckin pecs are mine forever!” He groaned triumphantly while using his free hand to grope the large slabs of meaty muscle on his chest. “And these giant fuckin biceps!” He brought up the very same arm and flexed it. He went onto list all of his new body’s wondrous traits. It’s thick dark hair, it’s cute but handsome face, it’s giant feet, it’s smooth sexy voice, it’s thunderous thighs. “And of course this juicy ass!” He finished while smacking his bubbly muscle cheeks a little. By now his dick was leaking like a faucet and all it took was him shoving a finger inside his cock hungry hole for him to finally explode. Massive ropes of cum launching up onto his chest and face accompanied by Ken’s howls of pleasure.

Once he’d cooled down again and had begun using his shirt to clean himself up, Ken couldn’t help but feel guilty. He’d essentially just stolen his Son’s body after he’d so generously offered him a temporary use of it. Did that make him a horrible person? He thought about it the entire walk back to his car and the whole drive home. Once he was laid in bed though he simply thought it wasn’t worth worrying about anymore. What was done was done and nothing could change that. He was Jay now. Forever.

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Another month had passed since Ken’s wish was made and he found himself stood at the Well once again only now with Jay by his side. It was once again the night of a full moon and the very night Jay had agreed the pair would swap back on. The entire trip there Ken had to play along, acting as if he was sad about it all coming to end but that he was grateful for the experience.

Now Jay stood by the Well with a coin, holding it tight as he made his wish. “I wish for me and my father to return to our original lives and bodies.” He stated confidentiality before tossing the coin into the water with a small splash. “Alright, well if it’s anything like last time then I guess we just need to go to bed and by the morning we’ll be back to normal.” Jay sighed. His father nodded in agreement, knowing full well that wouldn’t be the case.

Both men arrived at their homes later that night, heading to bed pretty much right away considering how late it was already. It wasn’t long until they both drifted off to sleep with a smile on their faces. Jay because he believed he’d be back in his own skin when they awoke and Ken because he knew he wouldn’t be.

The next morning Ken found himself waking up to sound of a phone buzzing violently on the bedside table. Pure joy rushed through him as he opened his eyes to see he was still laid in Jay’s bed and that underneath the covers was still the hunky 22 year old body of his Son. After the initial joy of it all, Ken finally picked up the phone to hear his old body’s voice on the other end. Jay was screaming frantically about how they should’ve returned to normal and that something must’ve went wrong somehow. Of course Ken played dumb, pretending as though he had no idea why this had happened. All while he slowly pumped his morning wood with delight.

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By now another three months had flown by. With each full moon that went by, Jay dragged Ken back to Well with him to make the same wish again and again but each time it failed. It’d definitely been tough on Jay at first. Losing over 25 years of his life wasn’t an easy pill to swallow but slowly he began to accept that this might be the new reality they’d have to live with. Thankfully he was kept afloat by Leon who said he would still love him regardless of which body he was in. It was probably still gonna take awhile before he fully embraced his new identity but so far so good.

On Ken’s end however, he was living a better life than ever. Shortly after Jay’s first failed attempt at switching back, Ken confessed his feeling to his gym crush Sean. To his delight Sean admitted that he’d been feeling a similar way. Apparently Ken’s ‘mature demeanour’ was one of the things that’d initially pulled him in. That and the incredible body of course.

And that was that. Love had blossomed. The two went on a few amazing dates, had their first kiss by the fourth one and were ripping off each overs clothes in Ken’s apartment by the sixth. Ken found himself pounding into the other hunk first with a dominant energy until he was later flipped over and had his hole resized. When he felt Sean’s load filling his hole, that’s when Ken knew he was truly in love.

Now the two were officially boyfriends and Ken couldn’t be happier. He finally got a chance to live the life that he was too afraid to live before. He would always be eternally grateful to his Son for revealing the magical Well to him and giving him this second chance.

“Hey so my Dad’s 50th birthday is coming up soon and we’re thinking of throwing him a party.” Ken said before devouring another mouthful of cereal. “Was wondering if you wanted to come or not.”

“Yeah that sounds good to me. It’ll give me a chance to properly meet your family.” Sean replied while taking a sip of his coffee. “I love that you and your dad still have such a strong connection.”

“What can I say. He’s one of the kindest and most generous men I know.” Ken peered across the room at one of the wall mirrors and smirked. “If it weren’t for him then I wouldn’t be the man I am today.” With that he leaned in to give his hot new boyfriend a kiss, confident that this was the life he was always destined to have.

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Shapeshifter's Night Out

"This is your idea of subtle?" I said, whispering furiously under my breath. "I can't decide what's larger-- your shoulders or your eyebrows. Where did you find these bodies, Chat GPT?"

Aiden just laughed. "Calm down, man. No one is going to suspect that we're alien shapeshifters. We're just two guys, having a good time."

"Humans can be twins," Zack added. "It's only suspicious because you're making it suspicious. Anyway, you're one to talk. Old, muscular, and nerdy? Those things don't go together."

"At least I'm basing my appearance on real humans that I've seen out in the world," I hissed back. "If you cover gets blown, I'm not defending you."

"Our cover is fine," Aiden said, rolling his eyes.

Zack stuck out his tongue and grabbed at his crotch. "Though we're still planning to get blown tonight."

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He replied to some DMs from his latest IG story post. Some loser twunks recognized the pool he's at and tried to offer their pathetic ass to be fucked. Well, they would not even dart their eyes to his form back when he was a skinny runt, and easy prey are never interesting anyway so he just told them to man up and fuck off. It's been a tiring month so far, but he's lying if he said he didn't enjoy getting drained left and right almost everyday! These newly-given tattooed brutal musclegod of a body is heaven-sent, and he savoured every single moment with full appreciation of the power that his handler possessed. Whatever freaky shit his handler dealt with to be able to corrupt reality as he sees fit, well, that's none of his business. As long as it means that he remained a jacked self-obsessed alpha that can justifiably stomp on everyone with no regards to their right and well-being, he's not going to question or disobey the one that granted him this incredible gift.

But today has been quite a slow day. After destroying the Mayor's wife and college-aged daughter in a lustful threesome recorded for the cuck Mayor this morning in his hotel room, he didn't blow his load to any hole whatsoever. It's a welcome relaxing period, at least now he can just laid by the pool, enjoying the breezy night air caressing his muscular built and smoking the cigarette he found to be something relaxing despite the disgust he initially hold over it. As he found his hand wandered to pump his 9 incher monster, his phone buzzed

His handler just told him to make yet another move tonight, there's still a couple more sorority sisters that he need to breed and some sloppy frat pledge's and nerds that definitely can use a beating or two before getting their throat choked with his gargantuan dick. All needs to be done before the weekend, or his handler can just easily drain his godly muscle and stratospheric arrogance if he failed to fulfill his mission.

And well, like the muscle-bound bitch alpha he is, he obeyed the order and left the pool right away, a puppet that will enforce toxic masculinity to the people in this county that all now he can easily fuck as he sees fit.

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A Barback's Envy

Devin stood in the corner of the barroom, wiping glasses and counting out tips. He glanced up at Alex, the head bartender. He was a 6'2" hunk with a bald head, short beard, and a jacked body that he wasn't afraid to show off. His tattoos were bold and sexy, and his drinks were legendary. This was everything Devin wanted to be: handsome, strong, and respected behind the bar.

Devin watched Alex, mesmerized by the way he moved. He was confident yet humble, precise yet creative, and always paying attention to the details no one else noticed. Devin wanted to be him, to move like him, to pour like him, but he knew he would never be that good. The truth is, Devin would never be more than a barback at a bar like this.

He closed his eyes and made a wish - for him to switch bodies with Alex and finally become the successful bartender he had always dreamed of being. The next night when Devin walked through the doors of the bar, he was greeted with a great gust of wind as his world completely spun around. He couldn't believe what had happened - he was now in Alex's body! And to his surprise, Alex was now standing where Devin had been the night before - in the body of a lowly barback!

As Devin adjusted to his new form, he began to take advantage of the knowledge he now possessed. He remembered all of Alex's recipes, techniques, and perfected drinks. He took a deep breath and smiled with fulfillment.

He walked around the bar and noticed that everyone was looking at him differently - no longer with passing disinterest but with respect. People were asking him for his opinion on drinks, opening up to him about their lives, and even asking him out on dates! For the first time ever, Devin felt confident behind the bar, taking orders with ease and creating unique drinks with flair.

Of course, he also had taken on Alex’s knack for displaying his muscular physique when the occasion called for it. Whether he was serving drinks to women or men, he would take the opportunity to use Alex's flirtatious, fun-loving attitude to flex and showcase his muscles - much to the delight of the customers who rewarded him with generous tips.

At the end of the night, Devin couldn’t believe his eyes when he counted out his tips. He had made more money than he had ever dreamed possible, and it was all thanks to his new body and the knowledge he'd acquired from Alex. For once in his life, Devin felt unstoppable - anything he wanted, he could have it! And while Devin didn’t know how long this body switch would last, he intended to enjoy every second of it while it did.

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Higher Education

Bit of a belated 4/20 TF! Reliving the heady days of his weed-filled youth may not help a professor's tenure track. Enjoy! -Occam

It had been quite a while since Richard had cut himself some slack. He was on track to be tenured and the obligations and rigor involved gave him little time to himself. His department has really become more of a family to him than his estranged once loved ones. He spends more waking hours in this office than any room of his spacious home. Today he’s burning the midnight oil yet again as he mars a doctoral candidate’s thesis draft in red ink.

Seeing just how much of a scarlet mess he has left for this poor student he pauses to make himself a cup of tea. He certainly doesn’t want to be seen as too critical or crotchety, though he feels assured that his students know this. Upon returning to his desk he finds a small wrapped gift box resting squarely on the marked up essay. He knows precisely who it is from and chuckles as he looks at the kitschy weed-themed wrapping paper.

Picking it up he hears something small and light shake around in the box. The tag reads: “Happy 4-20 Old Man, why not live a little- your favorite Candidate, Mac.” Slowly unwrapping it Richard smiles wistfully as he recalls way way back to when he was in undergrad. Walking down smoke filled dorm hallways bleary-eyed as he contributes to it. Just smoking grass on the main lawn welcoming anyone to open their minds at these little sessions. An alarm goes off on his computer shaking him from his reverie as he sets the gift down to respond to the pile of emails that have accrued today.

Richard begins his cookie-cutter responses to colleagues, scratching backs and brown nosing as need be to advance his own career. Not too long into this dull work however does he begin to smell that unmistakable skunky scent coming from Mac’s half opened gift. He scoffs and rolls his eyes, shocked that his subordinate would fully shepherd drugs into his office before pausing to remember that weed is legal here, in this state at least. He tosses the box in the bag making sure the scent can’t escape as he returns his attention to the ocean of busywork.

He cannot find purchase however as he finds himself impossibly distracted, the tea he made tastes bitter in his mouth and every so often he smells a whiff of the joint hiding in his bag. Richard rushes through a couple of responses before checking the clock and realizing Mac was right, partly that is. He can afford to head out a little early. It is a holiday of his youth after all, he thinks to himself smiling mischievously as he grabs his coat and heads to his home.

Tenured he may not be but he makes enough to live incredibly close to campus. It’s about five so theoretically the work day is over anyway, but he lives close enough that should there be need he could easily return. He would be happy to even, he puts his hand in the bag and fingers the ripped paper of the gift box. Patting it as if to say maybe another time, though resolving to chew out Mac for such an inappropriate gift.

Tossing his bag on a chair and entering his quiet home he pours himself a drink and heads to watch the daily news. As soon as it touches his lips though he spits it out all over himself. It was beyond revolting, for the life in him he can’t figure out why though? It’s what he always has as a treat isn’t it? He wipes up his mess and grills himself as to what on Earth caused him to do that. Going down the list of possibilities he finds himself distracted as wafting from his open bag is the impossibly alluring scent of Mac’s joint.

For a time he just sits and stares at his bag, mulling over any real consequences there could be to just letting himself smoke just this once. He’s sure his colleague Dr. Bennet can barely go a school week without smoking away at least a day. Flicking the metaphorical angel off his shoulder he decides to go for it. It’s just one joint, what could possibly go awry.

The doctor takes one massive hit and remembers that whatever the kids are smoking today is leagues more intense than the kush he had back when. He coughs heartily and stumbles into his kitchen to get some water, smiling as he remembers the old adage that coughing actually gets you higher. He pours a cup for himself, spilling a tad over the counter and neglecting to clean it up.

Richard decides to throw on a record before returning to his joint once more. God he remembers loving nothing more than just sitting and watching his wax spin on his player as smoke danced in the air. He reclines back and immediately feels more at home. He’s lived here for almost a decade now and never has he felt more comfortable than this moment. He laughs at himself wondering why he’s waited so long to smoke again. Maybe he should text Mac and thank him?

At this his phone rings and he sobers up almost immediately, his first couple hits washed away as he sees a text from his department head. He holds the joint with his lips as he uses both hands to unlock his phone, smoke sailing wistfully past his eyes as he starts to read it. Sitting there looking at the bright screen of his phone alongside the ever increasing smoke though his eyes quickly dry and he sets it down. How important could it be anyway? The workday is over; he is under no obligation to respond, he reasons. Surely it’s nothing. He sets his phone down and goes to lie back on the couch and listen to his old music, taking another massive hit.

He struggles to kick his shoes off as they suddenly grow uncomfortable on his feet, almost as if they were a couple sizes too small, that can’t be right though as if his feet were growing in his old age. He laughs at the idea, picturing clown feet at the bottom of his thin legs, not seeing in reality that his feet are starting to strain his socks. Nor could he possibly notice as their odor begins to mingle with the overpowering smell of weed filling his den.

His phone vibrates again and he furrows his brow before his eyes glaze over as intended. His clothes all over begin to feel a little uncomfortable on his body. He grimaces wondering what exactly the move is before duh, this is his house! He hits himself on his head as he decides to just strip, he was always half naked smoking outdoors back then he may as well do so in his own house. Taking off his clothes he doesn’t notice as there is a skip in the record as it changes, the grooves warp, harden, and shrink as his pristine record collection diminishes into a massive, slightly disheveled CD collection. Richard certainly doesn't notice as he scratches at his chest, the only thought in his head as he rips his joint once more is “Man, I love this song.”

He giggles once more as he hears his stomach rumble and he recalls what a persistent issue the munchies have always been for him. In fact it was one of the reasons he quit back in his grad school, he simply couldn’t afford all the weed along with the food budget that satisfying his cravings demanded. Shouldn’t be a problem now though, he thinks, he is an, uh? Pausing as the haziness sets in his eyes burning pink as the thoughts in his head slow. He’s a professor right? Though his mind slows he continues his steady crawl to raid whatever snacks lie in his cabinet.

There he, surprisingly, finds a stoner’s paradise. The shelves are lined with chips and cheap pastries beyond imagination. He once more holds the joint in his mouth as he reaches deep to double fist some bags of chips, tacitly continuing to smoke as his stomach rumbles in jubilation. In his gluttony he drops bags to the floor and laughs letting the joint fall to the floor wondering if the five second rule applies to weed, guffawing some more. He hears his own voice in his head telling him to keep it down but as if he’s going to listen to that square.

He turns up his CD player’s stereo in protest as his inner monologue grows more agitated. Dude you’ve gotta turn it down, you share a wall with the neighbors. He stuffs his hand in the potato chips and starts devouring them as he reflects on this. Shares a wall? But that would be he lives in a duplex, or wait? He looks around his place and sees it smaller than he remembers it, right? Continuing to scarf chips getting grease all over his hands and face as, so far beyond his notice, it begins to produce more oil itself than it has in decades.

Continuing to snack he hears his phone ring as his boss is fully calling him now. Stumbling up and over to his phone Richard doesn’t notice as his thighs begin to fill his underwear. He had lost a lot of weight from his long years of working and now that he is finally indulging once more it seems a healthy weight is returning. Rubbing together as he makes his way to the couch, the friction draws his attention to just how pleasurable physicality is when he’s high. Gosh he needed this.

He grows distracted as he arrives at the couch, his phone stops ringing before starting up again as his Department head calls once more. Seeing her contact picture appear he says aloud, “whatever bitch” laughing like an ass as he hangs up on her and sets his phone to do-not-disturb. Once more there is a buzz in the air as the music set up changes once more. Phone now in hand he starts to play music the only way he has ever known, wrinkles and the few gray hairs that remained totally disappearing from his face as he presses skip on his phone and is awash in adoration as his all time favorite album starts playing.

He sits there and just takes in the music as he rubs his slightly distended stomach. Grimacing as he thinks he should start hitting the gym. He hears Mac all the time talking about how much he loves hitting the gym high. His heart suddenly flutters as he thinks about Mac and grows giggly again. He feels a pang in his head that such behavior is inappropriate. He is a prof- He’s a? His mind strains to recall what exactly he is. His eyes search the room looking for any hints before landing on the TV seeing the Daily News that has been playing through it all suddenly turn to static before coalescing into the video game Mac was always talking his ear off about in office hours. In the once professors mind though the only thought present is, Fuck! I love this game!

Energy surges through his body as he searches for a playstation remote. His pulse races as his excitement grows and he feels a desperate urge to stretch. He feels as his tendons extend. Rubbing his arms across his torso he feels his increased weight begin to coalesce into firm yet weighty muscle. His hands twitch and scratch against his increasing strength as he controls on the couch, moaning and laughing at just how lascivious this pleasure is, his voice vibrating deeper as the pitch of the song and video game blast louder in his head. Haha wait a second, he thinks, I’m so fuckin’ sore I must already be going to the gym faded with Mac right?

He blushes and stretches some more, feeling his back arch and his tight torso stretches to its limit before surging beyond it. His arms raised behind his head they grasp at air and feel the sought after remote and a hat which he instinctively throws on. Ah this hat is Mac’s isn’t it! He is briefly confused once more as he tries to remember what exactly his relationship is with Mac. It’s? He’s, are they roommates? Rich looks around the room, eyes shifting to where there once was a record collection, no a CD stand? Why would he need either of those though haha, as if Mac’s apartment has space for that!

Mac’s apartment. The thought repeats many times over in his mind and his eye twitches as he feels a pain that the high cannot make pleasurable. Grimacing, he decides to try and focus on the game. Black ink slowly staining his body as he clicks buttons. After little time at all though he realizes, fuck, it’s been so long since he’d hit that joint hasn’t it?

Pausing his game he uses his bleary eyes to scan his apartment floor for the roach. He didn’t drop it in the chip bag did he? He checks far too quickly to possibly see it before giving up. There’s gotta be an easier way to smoke some more right? Out of the corner of his eye he sees the rocks glass he was using as a stupid smile inches across his face. Through the haze in the room the only thing Rich can see when looking at such a cylinder is a bong. Rich reaches for it, the glass growing taller and embellishing as he does. In a fluid motion he snatches it and starts to stumble around and look for a lighter.

Lucky for him in Mac’s apartment they seem to be scattered around as if they were decoration. Thinking of Mac his mind is a sea of conflict again and there is a sudden urge, a craving, a need to smoke right now. He lights the bowl and before he even inhales from the beyond filthy bong he is at ease once more. Smoke rocketing into his lungs he holds back a coughing fit before a giggle breaks the line and he loses control.

Between each cough he feels himself lose something. He sees Mac and laughs at the idea that he could ever be in charge. Mac’s older than him, right? He sees an unfamiliar house that he could never afford as it turns to static and shrinks into a small one bedroom apartment that doesn’t even have his name on the lease. He sees a degree he sees multiple degrees and not only can he not imagine himself having the willpower to get them, he laughs at the idea that he would even want to sit through a single college course. Smoke fills the air as if he were hotboxing the apartment and he rubs his body as hair pushes its way out of his skin. He needs to shave, Mac like him smooth.

Feeling his body once more, flexing his bare body against the couch and rubbing his hands across his itchy stomach smiling without a care in the world or a thought in his head he hears a key turn in the front door. His eyes stay closed as his smile grows wider and the only man, the only thing, that matters to him in the world approaches. Mac stands over him, dressed in a suit as he clearly came from the campus and says, “Miss me, Dick?”

Dick’s eyes burst open more bloodshot than could possibly be healthy and he stares wordlessly, longingly, into the eyes of the man domineering over him. He’s a little confused at what the smirk on his face could mean, but Dick is confused most of the time, so he’ll just wait for Mac to explain!

He doesn’t. Mac leans in close to Dick’s ear and just whispers, “Happy 4-20 Doc. Thanks for giving in.” Then puts his mouth over Dick’s before his mind could even recognize the words being said. He loses control instantly without a hand touches his cock as it expands heartily, no underwear to hold it or his cum back as he forevermore loses control over his mind, of his life. Not that he minds, how bad could life be with someone as nice and great as Mac watching over him! The two continue to make out on Mac’s couch, not caring for the cleanliness of the suit as the bong is knocked onto the table. From now on there is little at all that Dick would care about at all besides his master, his Mac.

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