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tiberius096 · 6 days ago

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Fugitive From Outer Space — Part 2

Read part 1 here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tell us more about you, Nolan."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you doing?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then, he fucked me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I’m... close," I gasped.

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

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

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

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We were back on the road in the police car.

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

"Can't we stay with Officer Cruz?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Other species?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not when I'm with you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wade's eyes fluttered, mouth open in ecstasy.

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

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

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

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

#alien possession #male possession

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tiberius096 · 8 days ago

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“Wow, they really made this one easy didn’t they? Asleep and ass-up?” Coach said to me as we floated above the attractive man suntanning on the beach.

“Uh, I’m not too sure about this Coach. I… I’m not like him.” I stammered.

“That’s precisely the point kid! You’re dead now, you’re a ghost. It doesn’t matter who you are or were because you can be anyone! I don’t want to hear about how much older he is than you when you died or that he’s clearly gay when you are straight. The point of this exercise is to learn you can be anyone! Here watch!”

Coach suddenly found a 12-year old boy playing in the sand nearby and made a break for him, leaping into the air and transforming into a hazy blue mist as it dove into the kid’s right ear. The kid suddenly stopped and shuddered as Coach suddenly overtook his body.

“See? Not too shabby.” The boy said in a higher-pitched voice than I was used to. “You need to take him over. I promise it’s not too weird.”

Suddenly the boys’ dad came over to Coach and grabbed him by the hand.

“Liam, who are you talking to bud? C’mon, your mom and I are heading back to the hotel.”

“Let go of me dude!” Coach yelled back, forgetting who he was inhabiting.

“Did you just call me dude?! Liam, you’ll address me as your father. You’re in for it now son.” The father yelled as he became impatient.

Coach suddenly jumped from the kid into his father, flowing out of his mouth into his new vessel. The kid doubled over and looked up, confused by the sudden change in surroundings.

“Mmm, that’s much better.” The man suddenly said uncharacteristically as he ran his hands down his abs and towards his board shorts. “Run along to your mom kid. I have some business to take care of. Oh, and you’re not grounded. I promise I’ll make it up to you later!”

As the kid ran off confused by the sudden personality change of his father, I looked down at the body still sleeping soundly in the sand.

“Jump inside him now. I have to teach you some lessons before this guy’s wife comes looking for me.” Coach demanded as he looked down at my future body.

Alright, here goes. I had to admit that it was kind of exciting seeing Coach take on both those bodies with such ease. Maybe I could do the same.

I transformed into a translucent mist, just like Coach, and dove into Speedo man. I had decided last minute to have a little fun and squeezed myself into the back waistband of his briefs and shoot up his ass. It was admittedly erotic penetrating his ass and filling up his body from this point of view. After I had finally assimilated into every part of his body, I instinctively opened my eyes to see the sandy beach below me.

“Oh wow…” I murmured, getting up with some difficulty, not used to my new large frame and foreign body.

“Atta boy! Your first possession was perfect! I couldn’t have done better myself. Although, very interesting choice for you to squeeze up his ass, not that I blame you.” Coach suddenly slapped my ass and looked at me with a lustful grin.

“I-uh, well. I am gay. I’ve just never been out.” I said shyly, looking down at my borrowed hunky body.

“Well, looks like I can teach you a bit more than just how to possess bodies. C’mon follow me!” Coach said dragging me to the bathrooms.

This was going to be an interesting day.

#male possession

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tiberius096 · 14 days ago

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The Clone Machine

A light elbow to the chest woke Tyson from his sleep. He quickly opened his eyes, looking around at his surroundings in alarm until he realized that he was in lecture hall. He must have fallen asleep in class again. He glanced over at his friend Matthew, who gave him a little smirk.

“How long was I asleep for?” Tyson muttered under his breath.

“Only a couple of minutes. I would’ve woken you sooner, but you look so cute when you sleep,” Matthew replied with a wink.

Lecture had just ended, and both Tyson and Matthew rose from their seats and packed their bags.

“Tyson? Can I have a word with you?” Professor Duncan called from the front of the lecture hall.

“I’ll wait for you outside. Good luck,” Matthew whispered, heading towards the exit with the other students.

Tyson let out a sigh as he approached Professor Duncan. The man was in his early fifties, with short gray hair and a well weathered face that indicated he had been through much in his life. He looked on at Tyson disapprovingly with his steely gaze, packing his own supplies into his satchel as he did so.

“Did you have a good rest?” Duncan asked snidely with no trace of amusement.

“Professor, I -” Tyson started.

“I’m sure you have a good excuse, just as you did the last half a dozen times I caught you sleeping in my class. I am not interested in your personal issues. What I am interested in is why you choose to take up a spot in my class when there is a waitlist of students that actually want to learn what I am teaching,” Duncan lectured, sliding off his glasses and rubbing his eyes.

“It’s just-” Tyson tried again.

“Every single person in this class has personal issues going on, Tyson. The difference between them and you is that they find a way to manage their problems so they can contribute meaningfully to this class, not sleep through it. At this point, you are going to need to ace the midterm next week just to scrape by with a passing grade, and based on your academic history, I find that highly doubtful,” Duncan slung his satchel up his arm and started heading for the lecture exit, walking past Tyson as he did so.

“Are you saying you’re kicking me out of the class?” Tyson asked in shock.

Duncan glanced over his shoulder at Tyson, a trace of pity in his dark blue eyes. “I’m saying that you need to get your priorities in check. Must I remind you that failing my class means you will get cut from all extracurricular activities?” Before Tyson could respond, Professor Duncan swiftly exited out into the hallway, leaving him along with his thoughts.

“So how bad did that go?” Matthew asked once Tyson emerged from the classroom. Matthew was the same age as Tyson, and the two had been good friends since meeting as freshmen in college. While Tyson was the athletic type, Matthew was more academic oriented. Despite being heavily dedicated to his studies, Matthew was in good physique, with his daily morning runs allowing him to maintain a slim frame. He had curly blonde hair and bright green eyes with a charming smile that gave him the perfect boy-next-door appearance.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Tyson replied sullenly, falling in step with Matthew as they made their way through the campus towards the parking lot.

“Not great then,” Matthew surmised.

“He’s saying I’m going to fail the course. And if I fail the course, that means I’m off the team,” Tyson explained through gritted teeth, clenching his fists.

“It sounds like you could really use study group then. I’m meeting some friends in the library to prep for next week’s midterm; you should come,” Matthew offered.

“Nothing would make me happier, but I’ve got to get to work,” Tyson declined reluctantly. He could really use the extra help studying, but there was no way he could afford not to go into work. He was barely keeping up with his tuition payments and Kyle kept bothering him about getting caught up in his rent.

“Sorry, I forgot. Well, if you get off early, we’ll likely be studying late tonight. Text me!” Matthew shouted as he hurried away, heading towards the campus library.

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Tyson wiped a thick layer of grease off the deep fryers with a damp cloth, hard rock music pounding through his headphones. Luckily, it had been a slower night at work so far, and Leon had agreed to maintain the counter so that Tyson could focus on cleaning up the kitchen.

“Tyson!” Leon shouted so that Leon could hear him over the music blaring through his ears. Tyson looked up from the fryer and took out his headphones, turning to face Leon.

Leon was in his early thirties, with a dark black baseball cap covering his bright cotton candy pink hair. He also had on a long-sleeved black shirt to cover the sleeves of tattoos he had on both his arms. The only hint of his rebellious nature noticeable in his work attire was the metal spike running through his right eyebrow. Tyson and Leon had been flirting with each other since they had started working together months ago, but with Tyson’s busy schedule he didn’t have time to even think about pursuing relationships.

“I’m heading out for a smoke break. Can you watch the counter?” Leon asked. Tyson nodded in agreement, rising from his knees and taking off the grease-stained apron he was wearing before heading out front to the counter area.

The bell rung, and Tyson looked to see his teammate and rival Travis entering. Travis was wearing his varsity letterman’s jacket with a skin-tight V-neck shirt on underneath, showing off his pecs and abs. Tyson and Travis had briefly been friends when they joined the football team at the same time, but Travis quickly grew to resent Tyson after Tyson had been made starting quarterback by their coach.

“Oh hey, Tyson,” Travis laughed, giving Tyson a quick once over in his unflattering work uniform, “I forgot you worked at this shithole.” Travis ran his hand through his spiky jet-black hair, his dark brown eyes sparkling with joy at torturing Tyson.

“What do you want, Travis?” Tyson asked, rolling his eyes.

“Missed you at football practice tonight. Not really, because it gave me another chance to show coach how wrong he was to make you part of our starting line,” Travis continued.

“I had to work. Coach was okay with me missing practice,” Tyson explained, feeling the rage seething inside of him.

“Still,” Travis smirked, “You’ve been missing a lot of practices lately. How long do you think Coach realizes you’re dead weight and just drops you from the team completely?”

Tyson wanted to leap over the counter and punch Travis, but he knew that would do him no good. Instead he calmly steadied his breathing and maintained a stony expression while facing Travis. “Are you going to order something?”

“Nah, I think I’ve lost my appetite. The smell wafting off you is rancid,” Travis chuckled, turning to exit.

After their shift, Leon offered to take Tyson out for a drink, but Tyson had to politely decline. As much as he loved the idea of having some downtime, he needed to get some sleep to be ready for football practice tomorrow. After his run in with Travis, Tyson needed to be sure to bring his A game.

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Tyson slowly crept into the small apartment he was renting out, trying not to awaken his roommate Kyle. It was well after midnight, and he didn’t want another noise complaint. As he was making a quick dinner before bed, he noticed a note left on the fridge.

'Tyson, I wanted to talk to you about this in person but you’re never home these days. You are still two months behind in rent. You know I like you and I don’t mind covering for you now and again, but this is getting out of hand. I can’t keep paying both your rent and mine. If you can’t get caught up by the end of the month, I’m going to have to start looking for another roommate. -Kyle’

Tyson shook his head in frustration, feeling completely overwhelmed and unsure of how to proceed. He just didn’t have enough time to do everything he needed to do; it was impossible to juggle a full-time job, college courses and varsity football. Some days he wished he could split himself in two; it felt like the only way he could ever get ahead in life.

Tyson’s cellphone chimed, and he pulled it out of his pocket to see that he’d just received an email. He opened his inbox to see that it was just another spam mail; he was about to delete it when the email heading caught his interest.

“Clone machine?” He read aloud, arching his eyebrows.

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Tyson woke up early the next morning to the sound of the doorbell. Jumping out of bed, he quickly slipped on a pair of sweatpants and a muscle shirt and hurried towards the front door. Kyle was still asleep, as was to be expected; Kyle worked from home in the software industry and usually didn’t start his day until around 10.

Tyson unlocked the apartment door and pulled it open to find there was no one in the hallway. He leaned out and did a quick look both ways, but there was no sign of movement. Glancing downwards, Tyson noticed a small nondescript cardboard box sitting in front of the apartment doorway; he picked it up before closing and relocking the door.

After returning to his bedroom, Tyson tore open the box to find what looked like a smartwatch inside. It took him a moment to remember that he had clicked on the ad for the Clone Machine late last night; this must have been related to that.

“That was fast delivery,” He muttered to himself, slipping the device around his wrist and hitting the power button on the side. When he had read the advertisement for a Clone Machine, this had certainly not been what he’d been expecting. The screen lit up with text: ‘Scanning, please wait…’

A 3D model of Tyson’s body was projected from the device, showing him naked and erect. Tyson was surprised at the high quality; when he had ordered the device, he had been more or less confident that it was some kind of scam. Looking at the device’s detailed model of his body, Tyson started to feel like it might actually be legitimate.

‘Please confirm subject: Tyson Rogers. Yes/No’ Tyson selected yes on the screen, and the 3D model of himself vanished. ‘Please select target.’

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After football practice, Coach called Tyson and Travis to his office. Tyson still had the device wrapped around his wrist; it had seemed like a great idea when he’d make the order last night, but now that he actually had the machine in his hands he was having second thoughts. Could he really overwrite somebody else’s life with his own? Making someone into his unwilling clone didn’t seem right, no matter how much easier his own life would be with the ability to split his burdens. He’d been lost in his thoughts all morning, struggling with the dilemma, and knew he hadn’t performed well during practice.

“So here’s the situation, boys,” Coach explained, gesturing for Tyson and Travis to take a seat across his desk from him, “You’re both good. Really good. And I know that it’s common for rivalries to form, but I don’t want that for you two; we’re all on the same team, with the same goal.”

“I couldn’t agree more, Coach,” Travis nodded, a sly smirk on his lips, “Which is why I think it’s so important for the team to show up to every practice. How are we supposed to work effectively if our starting quarterback only shows up half of the time?”

Tyson opened his mouth to object, but Coach but his hands up to silence both of them. “Tyson has already discussed his circumstances with me, Travis, and I don’t want to hear anymore on the matter. That’s not why I called you in here.”

“Why did you call us in here?” Tyson asked, a sense of dread rising in him.

“I have given it a lot of thought, and I have decided that you both should share the roll of leading the team. That means that both of you will be our starting quarterback, alternating games.”

Tyson felt the ground drop out from under him; it was just as Travis had predicted. Coach was punishing him with a demotion because he wasn’t able to commit 100% to practice.

“I think that’s a great idea, Coach,” Travis said, looking at Tyson with a smug sneer of triumph.

“Coach, I…” Tyson started.

“I realize this may seem unfair, Tyson, but it’s my job to do what’s best for the team. This is not up for discussion; Travis will be starting quarterback for the game on Friday, and then you will for the game next week,” Coach stood up from his desk, indicating that the conversation was over. “Now hit the showers.”

Still feeling shell-shocked, Tyson followed Travis into the locker room. Most of the team had already showered and headed out while they’d been in the meeting with Coach, leaving the changeroom practically empty.

“I tried to warn you,” Travis laughed, starting to slip off his football uniform, “It was only a matter of time before Coach realized I’m the better player.”

“Fuck off, Travis,” Tyson responded angrily, pulling his jersey and shoulder pads up over his head.

“Good comeback,” Travis chuckled. He slammed his fist into the locker, leaning in menacingly. “Enjoy the games you have left, because I’m coming for you.”

Travis pulled down his underwear and headed for the shower room, a towel slung over his shoulder. Without stopping to think about it, Tyson raised his wrist and pointed the device towards Travis, pressing the screen to select him as a target. ‘Scanning, please wait…’

A 3D model of Travis was projected from the device. ‘Please confirm target: Travis Smith. Yes/No.’ Tyson didn’t give himself the chance to hesitate, selecting yes as soon as the option was displayed.

‘Cloning in progress…0%’ __ After stripping down fully, Tyson grabbed a towel and headed into the showers. Travis was already at one of the showers, lathering himself up; Tyson went to the shower a few away from the other man.

Travis looked over at Tyson as he entered the shower and grinned. “Like what you see, faggot?”

Tyson blushed bright red as he looked down; he’d been so excited in using the Clone Machine he hadn’t noticed he’d grown a boner. Tyson looked back over at Travis and grinned.

“You’re one to talk,” Tyson mocked, gesturing down at Travis’ member. Travis had been soft when Tyson had entered the showers, but his dick was starting to fill with blood and harden. Travis quickly covered his erection with his hands and turned away from Tyson, clearly flustered.

As Tyson watched on, Travis was slowly starting to grow a bit shorter. Travis has been a few inches taller than Tyson, but he was rapidly losing his height advantage as his limbs shortened until the two men were eye level. Next, Travis’ frame started to broaden, his shoulders widening as he took on a stockier build. Tyson looked down at the device on his wrist. ‘Cloning in progress…30%’.

“Could you pass the soap?” Tyson called out to Travis, trying to get the other man to turn around so he could better watch the changes as they happened. He expected to get a snarky reply, but Travis wordlessly turned back towards Tyson and handed him the bar of soap.

Travis’ pecs seemed to be swelling larger with each breath he took. As they bulked up, the pecs lost a little definition, growing round and beefy. Travis’ six pack abs started to flatten, vanishing as his stomach bulged outwards into a hard muscle gut. Hairs started to grow in a line up Travis’ stomach towards his navel; the patch of hair around his crotch was also growing thicker, starting off as dark brown before lightening to a blonde. The hairs along Travis’ shins and forearms also lightened, growing longer. Curly blonde hairs sprouted from Travis’ chest surrounding his newly hardened nipples.

“I never noticed how hot your body was,” Travis commented, breaking the silence between the two men. Tyson noticed that Travis’ voice was a little less rough and gutteral than usual, sounding softer and more friendly. Travis had taken his own cock in hand, slowly stroking it as he gawked at Tyson’s wet body.

“I didn’t think you were into guys,” Tyson replied, still finding the changes he was seeing right before his eyes unbelievable. As Travis continued to jerk himself, his dick grew slightly shorter but thickened considerably, his balls expanding and hanging lower.

“I wasn’t…I’m not…I’m not sure,” Travis frowned, pausing midstroke to stare off into space and frown. His personality was obviously starting to change, and Travis seemed to be caught in between the new memories from Tyson of being gay and his original memories of being straight.

“You certainly seem to be into guys,” Tyson smirked confidently, taking a step toward Travis and running his hands down his now hairy chest. Travis moaned out as Tyson slid his hand around Travis’ dick, beginning to jerk him.

“Fuck, dude,” Travis panted, wrapping his arms around Tyson and pulling him in closer. Their mouths met for an extended kiss, massaging each other’s tongues. Tyson could feel the muscles in Travis’ arms expand around him as his upper body continued to bulk up.

The two men eventually broke their kiss, and Travis slowly lowered himself down to his knees, taking Tyson’s cock in his hand. Travis’ lean legs had bulked up into two thick, sculpted thighs, the blonde hairs from his shins spreading upwards to cover his entire lower body. Travis’ tight, flat ass was also bulking up, inflating into a round bubble butt as a thin dusting of hairs grew along it.

Tyson glanced down at the device on his wrist. ‘Cloning in progress…80%’. It now appeared that Tyson and Travis were pretty much identical from the neck down, except for a few small minor changes that were still taking place on Travis’ body. Travis licked his tongue along Tyson’s shaft, causing Tyson to moan out and lean against the shower wall. Travis slid the tip of Tyson’s cock into his mouth, flicking his tongue along the head of the cock. Travis slowly took a few more inches of Tyson’s cock into his mouth, sliding back and forth along the shaft. Tyson was running his hands through Travis’ wet black hair, which was growing lighter and slightly longer.

Tyson could feel his balls starting to tighten and knew he was close. Travis’ facial features were quickly readjusting into a facsimile of his own; his dark brown eyes lightened to a soft blue, his eyebrows and nose thickened. Travis had delicate, ‘pretty-boy’ like features, but those were quickly shifting into Tyson’s more masculine face. Travis’ jaw grew more square, as his thick, well groomed beared receded back into his face to leave a light stubble.

“Fuck dude, I’m going to cum.” Travis pulled Tyson’s dick out of his mouth to get a thick rope of cum right in his face.

He heard the device on his wrist beep, and he looked down at it. ‘Cloning process complete.’ He looked down at where Travis had been to find an exact replica of himself kneeling down, face covered in cum. He noticed that his new clone had also blown his load, having been jerking off during the blowjob.

“Travis?” Tyson asked apprehensively, reaching his arm down to help his clone back up to his feet.

“I still have some of Travis’ memories, but they’re quickly fading,” the new Tyson replied, dunking his head under the shower to rinse off his face. “It worked; I’m now you. Well, I’m me, who is also you.”

“Shit. So Travis is gone for good?” Tyson asked, feeling a small pang of guilt. Travis had been a jerk, but did he really deserve what Tyson had done to him?

“We did what we had to do,” The other Tyson replied reassuringly, “Travis was going to ruin everything for us.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I can’t believe that actually worked.” Tyson and his clone stood face to face; it was like looking in a mirror.

“One of us needs to get dressed and head to class soon. It’d be really bad if there’s two of us and we still miss our lecture,” The other Tyson suggested, grabbing a towel and starting to dry himself off.

“We still have some time. First…” Tyson said, grabbing his clone and pushing him up against the wall.

“First?” His clone grinned back at him, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“I’ve always wondered what I taste like,” Tyson smirked, sliding down to his knees.

To be continued?

#male shapeshift #male clone

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tiberius096 · 15 days ago

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I almost called him Jamie when I saw my new 'daddy' working like that, thinking that he already slipped in without me knowing. But he wasn't! My 'daddy' actually worked just in underwear bye his own!

I slipped into his boy a few days ago, planning to turn this stunner of a dad for my buddy.

But now, I think I will enjoy this a bit more before I call in Jamie.

"Oh daaaad!" I commented as soon as I realized "its kinda embarrassing when you do that!"

But soon after, I just shrug and started to undress myself.

"Hmm, looks like it doesn't embarrass you that much" he grunted with a smile.

"Yeah, pretty hot" I said, probably out of different thoughts than him...

#male possession

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tiberius096 · 17 days ago

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With prompts inspired by @rowdy317

#male shapeshifter #male shapeshift

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tiberius096 · 20 days ago

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Zipping up…

#male masking #male body suit #muscle suit

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tiberius096 · 21 days ago

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Hairier when he’s angry…

#male transformation

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tiberius096 · 22 days ago

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Antonio just finished his 20 hours shift in the hospital and he's honestly super drained and just need a quick yet thorough clean of himself before hitting the bed. But as soon as he stepped through the front door, the sight in front of his very eyes surprised him

"Oh, hey you," his boyfriend, Russell, said with slight nonchalance as his eyes are focused on him, well, not him.....but an impostor that looked like him sitting across the dining table

"What the actual fuck?"

"Oh, how rude I am for not introducing you two. Antonio, meet.....Antonio, well, you two probably know each other a lot more than me knowing you two,"

"Fuck, that last shift really fucked me up. How on Earth a dream gets to be this realistic?" pondered the real Antonio loudly

"Oh, this Antonio indeed fucked me so good last night for our anniversary, right baby?"

The impostor Antonio just grinned and then goes on to peck Russell's on his cheek as he murmured lustfully

"You were such a good, obedient patient last night. You opened your mouth when I said so. You opened your hole too when your doctor said so. As a doctor, it's the best thing to have a cute, obedient patient like you. Fuck, I'm hard again just thinking about it,"

"Oh, stop it babe, we have a guest here. Let's not go a bit ahead with all of this, we haven't even explain what's about to happen to him,"

"Oh yup, you are right, we can't have an Antonio that is too busy for his own boyfriend and also two Antonio co-existing in this world," the impostor said with a menacing sharp turn when he muttered the last phrase, both he and Russell stared at the bewildered real Antonio with malicious intent in their eyes

#male shapeshift #male impostor

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tiberius096 · 27 days ago

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My boyfriend has this ability that I've grown to enjoy. He can swap bodies with anyone he wants, which is cool and all, but sometimes he hops in the most random bodies.

Today, I was at the doctor's office for a routine physical, and I have to admit, the doctor is pretty hot. He's got this distinguished gray hair, a nice beard, and a fit body. I mean, I wasn't there to check him out, but a guy notices these things, right?

As the physical continued, I observed my doctor’s demeanor shift . His expression changed from professional to puzzled. His body convulsed, arms flexing outward as he leaned back in his chair. A low moan escaped his lips, confirming my suspicion. The doctor’s body finally relaxed, his head dipping briefly before snapping back up, now with a wide grin. My boyfriend had taken control, and the appointment had just gotten a lot more intriguing.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked with a smirk, his voice still carrying the doctor’s authoritative tone. I felt a surge of anticipation as he stepped closer. “I always wondered what you thought about your doctor. I mean, you told me he was good looking, but not really my type. But that's why you're here, right? To see what it's like to be with a hot, older doctor?”

Before I could answer, he stood up and walked towards me. I could see the outline of his large cock in his pants. He walked up to me and slapped on a glove.

"Now, I'm going to have to stick this finger up your asshole. It's a routine part of the exam, and it's for your own health." he replied, mimicking the doctor's mannerisms perfectly. "But you'll have to lean over the exam table while I do it."

I couldn't say no. I leaned over the table, and felt his gloved finger slowly slide into my ass. He worked it in and out slowly, as I could feel the pleasure build up inside me. I had to admit, I was enjoying it.

"Everything seems to be healthy" he continued, pretending to examine but I knew what he was after. "But I am going to have to take some more tests, just to be sure."

He pulled his finger out of me, and then walked around to the front of the table. I looked up at him, and could see his cock was now fully hard in his pants.

"I think you're going to need a home visit… to ensure that everything is okay," he said, his voice commanding. "And I'm going to need to examine you again."

I knew what he meant. He wanted me to go back to his place, so he could fuck me in the doctor's body. But I couldn't say no, he always knew what bodies to hop into.

#male possession #male body possession

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tiberius096 · 28 days ago

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Fugitive From Outer Space — Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What planet am I?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you live in this ship alone?"

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

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

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

Jeremy smiled, "You can call me Lazul."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**TWO WEEKS LATER**

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

I taught him everything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You sure about that?" he asked.

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

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

"Strange smell," he muttered.

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

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

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

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

"Will do, Officer."

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

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

"What do you mean they?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Humans don't even live that long."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was having a panic attack.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Better?" he asked with a wink.

I nodded slowly. I was feeling so much better.

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Getting a Nice (cum)Shot for the Video

“Another day, another trail!” Joseph said at the top of his lungs as he made his way through another beautiful National Park. He dug his phone out of his pocket and began taking a few pictures to upload to his fans later.

Then, he pulled out his tri-pod from his RV and began to film. “What’s up, folks of all walks of life. Joseph here with another trial of a trail!” he said, making sure to flex his arms and grinning wildly. “Sadly, we ended up missing the meteor shower by a few days. RV ended up stalling,” he said, making sure the camera caught the pout that so many of his fans loved to see.

Then, after sheepishly scratching the back of his neck to show off his armpits, Joseph winked the camera. “But the show must go on! We might still be able to catch a few stray shooting stars. And even if we missed the shower, the view will certainly be jaw-droppingly stunning!” It wasn’t the best way to phrase it, so he tried a few more lines on the fly before giving up and deciding he’ll think of one later. After thanking this episode’s sponsor and saying his usual outro, Joseph winked at the camera, stuck his tongue out, and flexed a bicep. It was a favorite of his gay audience, and he knew it. There was always a small, lingering pang of guilt due to how much he was taking advantage of them, but he quickly brushed it off by reminding himself that he had to eat somehow!

After the recording stopped, Joseph sighed and packed up his gear. After getting laid off at his previous job, Joseph had no real options until he started making videos documenting his camping trips throughout various national parks throughout the country. At first he didn’t get too many views, but suddenly his videos started spiking out of nowhere. At first Joseph was ecstatic at the rising stats, but then the disappointed settled in once he had realized just who comprised his new audience.

Now, he had no real problem with the gays, but he certainly wasn’t one. The ones in his fanbase he had met were cool (especially when they bought him drinks), but he had really hoped that the majority of his fans would be straight women so he could try shooting his shot. Still, they supported him not just financially but also by spreading his videos around and making gifsets every time he wore a tanktop—which was becoming increasingly common considering how many more views he got the more exposed he was. So for now he was content with milking them for all the cash they had. Luckily the stereotype was true, gays loved giving huge tips.

Wonder if this is really what I should be doing in life, he mused, far too focused on his own struggles that he completely missed the warning signs plastered all over the hiking grounds. Nobody had ever accused Joseph of being a careful reader, and even fewer would claim he was the attentive type, either. All of these came together and made Joseph into the perfect victim for what had arrived in the forest during the meteor shower.

“Mmm, mmm-hmm! Perfect!” Joseph said to himself once his tri-pod and the rest of his camping equipment was all set. Because of his content’s nature, Joseph always mde sure to pick a more secluded part of the trails to start video taping. “’sup, viewers at home! Here we are at another beautiful forest!” Then, after deciding that was a rather plain beginning, he made sure to flex and rest his hands behind his head as he strolled around the spot he picked out. “Yup yup! And here we have—F-FUCK!” Joseph fell to his knees as he felt a sudden sharp pain from the back of his neck. “Ahh… Ahh!” He grit his teeth as something began burrowing inside of him and…

And…

Joseph blinked as his view came into focus. “Huh… what…?” He looked around, seeing nothing but the serene, swaying trees as a pleasant breeze blew through the forest. “What was I… doing…?” Joseph noticed his phone was still capturing footage. Figuring he must’ve just zoned out while recording, Joseph started back up.

“What’s up, all you hikers out there!” he said, grabbing the hem of his shirt and taking it off in one smooth, swift motion. Woah, didn’t think I’d let ‘em peek at my pecs so quickly. Must be feeling frisky today, he thought as he spun his shirt like a helicopter before tossing it to the side. He had never been so enthusiastic to show off his body to the camera, but he certainly didn’t mind! He didn’t bother to wonder where this energy was coming from.

“I’ve got a very special episode for y’all today,” said Joseph, grinning widely at the camera despite not really having anything special planned at all. All he wanted to do was shoot an episode, so was this all from the dome? It must be, right…? “Y’know, I’ve been thinking a lot lately—I know, hard to believe, right?” he said with an amused roll of his eyes. “But I think it’s a bit unfair that I’ve been teasing all of you with this great body of mind and haven’t even shared it with anyone. Well, no more!”

Huh? Wait, what is this…? Joseph wasn’t sure what was coming out of his mouth anymore. However, there was no doubt that it was him that was doing this. Him and nobody else...

“Oh-ho-ho…!” said Joseph, winking to the camera as he shook his hips and chucked the shorts off. All he was left with was his underwear, which was already tenting and had a dark red spot from precum. “Sorry ‘bout that, getting all excited in front of the camera,” he said, covering his chest with one hand and trying to hide his crotch with another. But while doing so, he also fondled his cock through the fabric and gave it a nice squeeze. The dark spot only grew bigger as he let out an unbecoming moan which echoed in the empty forest. “You want some of this? Well do ya?” He kept taunting the camera, making sure to bend his body and show off each of his curves while only vaguely protesting in his mind.

Am I… really doing this? Is this really me…? For some reason, Joseph was finding it hard to think, let alone protesting his body which had gained a will of its own. However, he couldn't deny the pleasure that came from showing his body off to the camera. It felt good to let go and just act out like a slut, knowing full-well that thousands if not millions of people would be watching, judging, and drooling over his well-maintained body. Yeah, this is good. This is nice… More people to ogle me. More people to spread the will of the hive to…

Joseph wasn’t sure what was happening to his thoughts, but he didn’t care. His body had ditched the underwear and was now shamelessly jacking off in the woods where anyone could walk in on him, but he didn’t care. “This human vessel is fucking perfect! We can spread to so many with him in our control!” Joseph’s voice cried out as he pumping his cock with body hands, writhing with pleasure on the dirt, but the real Joseph could no longer find the mental strength to care. He just surrendered to the pleasure, not questioning it even as his mind was engulfed by another.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming with this useless meatsack’s cock!” Joseph’s body convulsed on the ground, hips buckling as his cock shoot ropes of cum high up into the sky before landing on his chest. However, even after the orgasm subsided, Joseph’s body continued to convulse as the invader eagerly consumed the last of Joseph’s memories and personality.

A few hours later, a clothed Joseph packed up his gear and started walking towards his RV with this backpack carrying a few extra pounds. “Gonna have to edit out some of that last part out of the video. Don’t want the other humans getting suspicious,” he said to his brethen, and then chuckled when he received an excited jitter in response. “Relax, relax! Joseph here’s got plenty of nice, sexy fans for us to make our homes in. I'm sure they won't mind having a nice lay with him, and letting ourselves inside once we're done."

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