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24HR Summer Submission (2025)

It's about that time! It feels like I haven't done one of these in a long time and because the summer is right around the corner I figured I would pull this out to bring on some inspiration. Submit a photo, video, or even a couple of lines and I'll randomly select a new season of 24HRSS stories. Have an idea for a series? Submit that too! Each individual has a max of five submissions. Any more submitted after will not be considered. You have 24 hours (maybe a little more than that) to submit and the clock starts now! Submissions will close 2:00AM CST on June 2nd, 2025. I look forward to seeing what you submit!

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[vengefultakeover]

Echoes

The phone screeched like metal on glass, the voice on the other end nothing but a broken whisper. My hand dropped, letting the device clatter against my thigh. Mother's words came through in staccato bursts: "Grandfather...passed..." At the same flicker, the air before me thickened into the silhouette of a glowing white figure. A ghost in my apartment wouldn't been unnerving enough - my grandfather's ghost shattered my mind.

"Hey, sport." His voice was warm, impossibly real.

I stared. "I never liked it when you called me that." I heard my mother's callback buzzing in my pocket, but I couldn't move. I had been adopted - Mom and Dad had told me after my high-school graduation. Discovering I wasn't his blood had been like a stone sinking in my chest. And now here he was. A best friend and grandfather in life and now the only difference was his translucency.

"Answer it," he said with that crooked grin. "Tell her I'm fine. No pain now." He spun in midair like a cartoon, his legs melting to a point and re-forming as he landed on two feet.

I fumbled for my phone. "Mom - yes, I'm sure. I'll call back." I ended the call and shoved the phone away. The buzzing stopped.

Grandpa patted the sofa. "So, where do we start?"

I sank onto the cushions, numb. "Is this real?"

"As real as anything," he said, settling beside me. "Not an accident, though. I dabbled in magic. Old friend taught me. I cast a spell for eternal life - didn't read the fine print. Oops. Eternal life...on another plane." He chuckled, the sound rolling through me like a warm wave.

I tried a quip. "So...you're going to haunt me?"

He shook his head, matter-of-fact. "Only you can see me. You've got the sight. Ghosts pick up on it - a kind of echo. Being around me at least keeps less friendly spirits at bay."

He stood just as the front door clicked open. Austin walked in, shoulder slumped under his work shirt, face creased with fatigue.

"He can't see me, don't worry." Grandpa drifted behind Austin. My roommate dropped his bag on the counter, glanced around - past Grandpa's shimmering form.

"Everything okay?" Austin's eyes flickered over where Grandpa hovered. He stepped forward through what he thought was empty air, and for a heartbeat he froze, knees bending. Grandpa's eyes widened. Then Austin jolted forward on the other side of my grandfather's spirit.

My heart lurched. I'd been crushing on him since day one. Living with him was torture - so close, yet oblivious.

"Long day," Austin sighed, unbuttoning his shirt and shaking off the sudden chill. The fabric fell away and my breath caught. I glanced at Grandpa, who winked. "You look like you've seen a ghost," he teased.

"I - bed," I managed, bolting for my room. Grandpa's silhouette lingered in the doorway, almost comforting in its unreality.

Sleep took forever. I lay rigid, the specter's silent vigil pressing on me. Finally, exhaustion opened a door to dreams.

I saw Austin in my bed, half-naked, mouth slack. Then white flickered, his face contorted, chest heaving as invisible claws raked at his throat. His eyes rolled, he choked, and I woke with a scream lodged in my throat.

"Grandpa?" Silence. No reassuring chuckle. Just my pulse pounding in the dark. Phone notifications glared: texts from family, buzz about funeral arrangements, the lawyer's reminder about the will reading.

A dull thud at my door made me bolt upright. Outside, Austin's door was ajar. My pulse slammed in panic, like stepping into a nightmare. I pushed it - cringing at the creak - and nearly leaped back when he stumbled through, shirtless and limping, eyes unfocused.

My stomach twisted. Something was off.

"What is going on?" Austin asked.

"Are you alright?" I shot back, my eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"I'm better than ever, sport." The moment the words left his lips, he knew he was caught.

"Grandpa? What the hell?" The realization crashed over me like a tidal wave - what I thought was a nightmare was actually a vision. Clue after clue assembled into a shocking truth that my grandfather's words were no lie.

"You caught me. Your roommate was hard to resist, I must admit," he confessed, a twisted smirk on his face.

"Did you possess him? Why? I can't believe this!" I exclaimed, my voice shaking with a mix of anger and disbelief. He glanced down at himself, a shadow of guilt flickering across his expression. His hands fell to his sides, and he stared at me with eyes that weren't his but had borrowed their beauty.

"It was an accident, okay? I was just pushing the boundaries of what it means to be a ghost, and this body was just sitting there, wide open."

"An accident?" I glared, my eyes narrowing slits.

"Listen, it's not every day a crusty old man gets a taste of youthful adrenaline. This body is electrifying. Your roommate here is quite the catch, I must admit." His hands roamed over himself, caressing his form with a newfound appreciation. Truth be told, my roommate was indeed easy to look at, a fact I couldn't deny.

"You need to get out," I demanded, stepping forward with a surge of courage. Knowing it was my grandpa inside gave me some confidence, but I was clueless about how to evict him. Was it even possible? My hands gripped his biceps, trying to force his spirit out, but nothing budged. I withdrew, cheeks aflame with embarrassment, still fixated on him.

"Come on, kiddo. You think I can't spot the way you look at him? I've only been here a short while, but it's clear he's your crush. And hey, I', in control now, and I've got some tricks up my sleeve." He tapped his temple, grinning mischievously. "He's straight as an arrow, sure, but with me behind the wheel, I can bend him your way." He flexed an arm, flashing a charismatic smile. "Besides, I know you appreciate how I'm handling things." His arm dropped, and his entire body seemed to hum with energy.

I stood there, frozen, as a battle raged within me. "Fine," I growled, "You can stay in him, but don't think there'll be anything more."

A wicked grin spread across his face. "Why not? I'm not your real grandfather." With a swift movement, he tore down his pants, revealing the thick, throbbing flesh that had been concealed beneath. I tried to turn away, but my eyes were drawn to it, locked in a primal stare. A war between desire and morality exploded inside me.

"Cover that up," I snarled, even as my mouth went dry with want. I forced my gaze away, but my body betrayed me, trembling with need.

"You know you want it," he rasped, his voice thick with lust. He kicked his pants to the floor, one arm flexing overhead, the other gripping his shaft. He stroked himself, eyes fluttering with intense pleasure. Every muscle in his body tensed, alive with hunger he hadn't fed in far too long.

Every fiber of my being screamed to attack him, to ravage his incredible body with my lips, but I tore myself away, stomping off before I lost control. Suddenly, his fingers were like a vise around my wrist, yanking me back into his solid form. I was pressed against him, his body radiating heat and power, and without a thought, I was devouring his mouth. I could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, leaking with just the slightest contact with my shorts. We crashed back against the wall, his taut muscles pinning me, embodying every desire I'd ever had. His smile, dangerous and hungry, melted me. His lips crushed against ym neck, sending electric shocks down my spine. He tore at my clothes, his touch rough and demanding.

"Not bad," he growled, eyeing my cock, clearly ready for him. "You'll enjoy fucking me. I'm sure." He winked, a dark promise in his eyes. I'd never imagined him like this, so raw and needy.

"Oh, yeah?" I challenged, my voice a low rumble.

"Never got to do this in life. Always wanted to." His smirk was wicked, and I was gone, my body betraying my eagerness. He shoved me down onto the sofa, my cock standing at attention, begging for him He grinned, a feral look, as he climbed onto me. His cock, hard and insistent, slid against my stomach. He positioned himself, finding my cock with his hand as my hands roamed his muscled body, feeling every hard-earned ripple. When he slip my cock against his hole, the pressure made his abs tighten under my fingertips, and my cock throbbed wildly as it pushed inside him.

"So fucking tight," we both groaned in unison. His mouth opened in a silent scream as he slid down my length. I gripped his waist, his body arching over me as he began to ride me with desperate, brutal force. Pleasure contorted his face, raw grunts and groans escaping his lips. He used my roommate's body in ways I'd only ever dreamed, turning my fantasies into a harsh and intense reality.

He viciously clenches his hole, then seized my hands, forcing them to grip his pecs as he brutally bounced on top of me. He could sense my cock throbbing towards release and abruptly pulled himself off, leaving me pulsating with need. He crawled beside me, jutting his ass into the air, a slient desperate command to plunge back into him. I stood, savagely grabbing his waist, yanking him onto my thrust as I rammed my cock into his hole with a primal roar. He was grinning - a wild, feral smile as I ravaged his hole.

"Fucking destroy me," he growled, looking back at me, his back muscles rippling and flexing as I teetered on the edge of explosion. I fought to resist the inevitable, a volcanic eruption of pleasure as my load shot into him with a force that threatened to tear us apart. He clamped around my pulsing cock, each contraction sending jolts of ecstasy crashing through me.

"It's even better than I imagined," he gasped, collapsing onto the sofa, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. His arm draped dramatically above his head, and I nestled against him as he toyed with his cock, his release having erupted long before I had finished magnified within a body he had never inhabited, a bliss he hadn't tasted since long before his death.

I traced circles around his nipple with my finger when he convulsed suddenly, a violent shiver wracking his body. His chest heaved, and he tumbled off the sofa, landing on all fours, hacking and retching like a cat expelling a hairball. His mouth gaped wide, drool cascading onto the floor, when an opaque hand violently erupted from his throat. It slurped back inside with a rubbery wet sound, causing him to convulse, his back arching unnaturally. He writhed on the floor, trembling as features of my grandfather's visage bulged from beneath his skin, ad if it could no longer contain him. He thrust his hips upward, a leg forcing his way out form between his ass cheeks only to be sucked back in as the specter desperately clung to the vitality, lusting for the body. Yet the ghost was expelled, the spectral form of the old man emerging from his mouth while the veins on my roommate's forehead throbbed with strain. His eyes widened in terror as the sickening slurping filled the room, and then my grandfather stood, wavering but solid on ghostly feet while Austin lay splayed unconsciously on the floor.

"Well, I didn't see that coming," my grandpa muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief as Austin snored like he was having the sleep of a lifetime. My heart pounded as I checked him over, lifting his limp arm, feeling for a pulse, running through the checklist of panic-stricken procedures.

"Guess you can't stay inside for long," I shrugged, trying to mask the tumult inside me.

"Maybe it was just him," Grandpa mused, his gaze lingering on Austin's intent form. "Damn. I really like how he felt," he admitted, a note of wistful regret in his voice as he turned away, stretching as though he needed to release the tension.

"What if - " I hesitated. The words I was about to utter would be irreversible, plunging me into the dangerous thrill of communing with a ghost capable of taking over human bodies. Did I care? A cautious part of me screamed to stop, but a more reckless part urged me on. "What if we try again? On someone else? I don't know what I'm saying." The words spilled out in a rush, my inner thoughts laid bare like a confession. I watched as my grandpa's eyes ignited with a fiery excitement.

"You know, sport, I think I like that idea," he replied, his voice charged with a daring edge.

[vengefultakeover]

Upgrade

I watched in horror as the frail old man, his steps shaky and deliberate, made his way down the bustling street. Suddenly, a grotesque tentacle slithered out from the shadows of a nearby alley, coiling around his thin neck with a sinister grace. In an instant, he was yanked from the sidewalk, his cane teetering for a moment before falling to the ground with a muted clunk. The air filled with the unsettling sounds of sloshing and squelching as the tentacles, slick and glistening, invaded his body, leaving a chilling silence in their wake.

The ancient figure emerged, disdaining his cane as he snapped his neck and stretched, a grotesque spectacle. The last of the writhing tentacles twitched around his lips, even licking at the hem of his pants. As he turned to face me, I froze, now a witness to his true form. Panic surged through me, and he lunged, a hobbling monstrosity with arms outstretched. I wheeled around, delivering a brutal kick to his knee.

"Don't you fucking dare," I growled, a strange, fierce confidence coursing through my veins. "I don't know what you are, but you won't get away with whatever you're doing inside this old man." He crumpled, clutching his quickly bruising body, and looked up. Beneath his wrinkled skin, tentacles thrashed, a horrifying sight. These alien sightings were becoming eerily common. Across the nation, people reported witnessing sudden personality shifts and even glimpses of creatures entering human bodies. It struck me that this one was clumsy, choosing a feeble host.

I yanked him up, dragging him along the sidewalk. "If you wanted to blend in, you should have made sure no one was looking," I snarled, acting as his grim crutch. "I'll help you find a new body, if you want." We rounded the corner, his frail voice echoing in my ears.

"I would like that," he rasped. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. This alien was young, inexperienced.

"Amateur," I sneered. We turned another corner, approaching a construction site. "I can tell you're new to Earth. Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. Humans suck anyways, and I'm one of them." I dumped him on a bench, pointing to the passerby. An idea sparked as I spotted a group of burly men. "Come with me," I commanded, hauling the old man into the construction site. I deposited him in an empty room, the walls bare, two doors on either side.

I prowled back onto he street, singling out one of the men as he separated from the group. I whistled, a provocative catcall.

"The fuck?" He soon around, face reddening. "I'm not gay, bro."

"You sure look it," I taunted. He charged, a bull seeing red. I led him on, slamming through the door into the room where the old man waited.

"Get him while you can!" I roared, bolting through the opposite door. I halted, hearing the man's terrified screams, the sickening thud of the old man's body hitting the floor. Through the cracked door, I witnessed a writhing mass of tentacles invading the jock, his muscles convulsing as the creature forced its way into every orifice. As his head twisted to see me, I slammed the door shut, his agonized cries echoing in my mind. Even then, I was fantasizing about the image of the alien writhing beneath the man's skin - it's tentacle-clad form sending rippled through his firm, flexing muscles as it invaded his body with relentless force.

I slumped against the wall, my breath ragged, as the anguished cried from the other room gradually faded into an eerie silence. I turned back just as the door creaked open, and the colossal man ducked through the frame. As he stepped into the light, a sinister grin spread across his face. He lifted his arms, flexing those massive biceps, the raw power coursing through his upper body, and then lowered his arms, making his pecs dance with an unsettling precision.

"Now that's much better, isn't it?" I said, feeling a surge of adrenaline and desire.

"I feel much better," the creature inside the muscle-bound host replied, its voice a strange blend of alien intelligence and the man's simple-mindedness. "I also feel horny." The beast had taken on the essence of the man it inhabited. With a deliberate motion, he pushed down his shorts, revealing his cock - rigid, throbbing, and pulsing with primal energy and he locked eyes with me.

"Help me. Please," he implored, his eyes a mixture of desperation and need, as his balls churned and his cock bobbed with an insistent, urgent rhythm.

He grasped his length, shaking it slightly as he experienced a novel sense of pleasure within his new human form. I took his hand and guided him towards the wall, making him press against me. He rolled his neck, settling into his new body, and began to intuitively understand what I was encouraging him to do. Pushing against me, his cock pressed between us, he ground against my own hardened. I squeezed his chest as he flexed it, knowing I appreciated this human form I had helped him inhabit, and he allowed me to admire it as a reward.

With unprecedented strength, he grabbed my wist and turned me around. I felt his hardness against my ass after he forcefully pulled down my pants, initially exploring to ensure this was the correct place, but then I felt a tremendous force as he gripped me and thrust his cock inside. I moaned loudly, my voice resonating off the walls of the construction site.

The alien lost control, thrusting into me with primal intensity, using his powerful new body exactly as I had hoped. This wasn't the first alien I had assisted into a human form - truthfully, I found a certain satisfaction in it. Humanity has its flaws, and this was an exciting way to replace them with creatures that would appreciate everything about their new forms. The best part? Most of them enjoyed testing out their new bodies with me.

I sank my teeth into my lip, drawing blood, as the alien beast groaned behind me, his muscles rippling like a stormy sea. Pleasure surged, brutal and unbearable, as his scalding see erupted inside me, coating my insides. I was a mess against the wall, my cock leaking a river of pre-cum. Spinning around, I faced him as his cock slid out with an obscene, wet pop, his eyes gleaming with primal satisfaction.

My body ached for more, and he eyes my cock with ravenous hunger. Turning, he presented his ass, pushing back against my cock, desperate for the same brutal ecstasy. He impaled himself, grunting as I stretched him, filled him, a guttural howl ripping from my throat.

I grabbed his massive, muscled ass, using him like a toy, forcing him to take every inch of my cock. I fucked him hard, his ass sliding on and off my cock. The intensity built in my balls like a volcano about to blow, and I pounded him with everything I had. With a road that shook the walls, I exploded, filling him with my own cum. I pumped him full of me, as he moaned with each spurt of my seed.

He slipped off of me with a deep, guttural groan, pausing to survey his newly acquired form. My cum trickled from his ass as he admired the sculpted sinew, running his fingers along his rigid abs with a sense of awe and power. "Thank you, human. I will seamlessly blend in with the others."

"Oh, I have no doubt you will," I replied with a grin, delivering. firm slap to his ass. "Reach out whenever you want some action. I'm more than willing to make you feel alive." As I had mentioned before - he wasn't the first alien I'd guided into a human vessel, and he certainly wouldn't be the last.

[vengefultakeover]

Alien Next Door

The late afternoon sun slanted across my front porch in warm, honeyed rays when I answered the door and found Mr. Lenny - my next-door neighbor and rival dad - standing there utterly naked. His skin gleamed pink in the light, every contour of his body laid bare. He wore the same sheepish, almost-boyish grin he always did when trying to best my father, only now his bravado was entirely unclothed. My gaze flicked down to the undeniable evidence to his arousal, then back up to his face, which quivered with a strange mixture of embarrassment and want.

"I don't know what to do with this," he confessed, his voice low and rough as he wrapped a trembling hand around his stiff cock. A little electric shock of pleasure arced through him, making his spine arch and a soft groan float into the quiet are between our houses.

"Jesus Christ. Come inside." I seized his forearm, surprised by how warm and soft his skin felt beneath my fingers. He shivered as I led him past the threshold. I parted the curtain for a quick glance down the block: no neighbors peering from windows, no one gossiping in their yards. At least for a moment, we were alone.

Mr. Lenny and my father has always been locked in this toxic, testosterone-fueled contest. If Dad tinkered under his car's hood, Lenny would install a better engine. Dad planted begonias, and Lenny answered with exotic orchids in bloom. They'd paint their houses bold new colors, then swap insults across the fence as though they were school kids. The final straw had come when Lenny - drunk on pride - called me a fag in front of the entire block.

"Don't you dare say that about my son," Dad had roared from the back yard.

"Whatever, Frank," Lenny sneered over his shoulder.

"My boy's proud of who he is," Dad's fury was so thick I could taste it, "at least my son loves me," he muttered under his breath, then called Lenny a "piece of shit." I pressed my cheek to the curtain, praying he hand's noticed me eavesdropping.

How had it come to this? It started only hours before, when I'd come home from college to visit. I was crossing Lenny's freshly cultivated lawn - still wet from an early morning watering - when a tiny, saucer-shaped ship had materialized overhead and scorched the blossoms into smoking husks. I'd stared in horror as the crafted skidded to a stop in the grass. Lenny charged outside, red-faced and roaring invectives at me: "You worthless faggot!"

I'd bent down to inspect the little alien pod when it began to hum and tremble in my hand. Lenny kept shouting until a thick, pearlescent ooze burst free, lurching towards him like a wild animal. Before I could blink, the slime was clinging to his mouth, snaking between his lips.

"Do not worry, human," a calm, disembodied voice issued from the fluid. "I will take care of him. In return, I ask only for your secrecy."

I nodded. Lenny's struggled grew more frantic as the goo worked its way inward, filling his cheeks and throat. I watched, breathless, as the slime coursed up his neck in rippling waves. His limbs twitched, then buckled. He fell to all fours, head vibrating, making guttural moans that shivered through the front yard. A filament of pinkish slime rolled over his eyes, and then he collapsed.

Moments later, Lenny began to twitch and tremble, his body convulsing as if charged with an electric current. His limbs jerked unpredictably and his eyes fluttered, until, with a sudden jolt, he found himself standing upright on the lawn. The transformation was palpable; his posture was straighter, his gaze steadier, and an unmistakable aura of newfound confidence radiated from him.

"Greetings, human," he said, voice gentle and measured. He flexed long fingers, testing his new anatomy. "I apologize for the dramatic entrance. I am stranded - crash landed, you might say - and require temporary habitation within this vessel."

I stared, still felling the echoes of panic and awe. "So you're inside him now?"

"In him," it confirmed, nodding. Its eyes flicked down, and a curious, amused smile spread across its lips. "This human meant you harm. Perhaps we can improve his personality in the process."

A thrill of wicked excitement sparked inside me. "Honestly, It's be kind of hot if you just stayed in him. An alien inhabiting my sexy neighbor sounds...wild." I shrugged, heart racing.

The creature cocked its head as if contemplating my suggestion. Then it grinned, a slow, knowing curve of the lips - and, with a faint hum, a fresh wave of energy ripple through Lenny's body.

That was when I first met this creature - now It followed me as I led it cautiously toward my bedroom, every step echoing on the hallway wood floors.

Once inside the dimly lit room, the alien sighed and glanced downward. Its cheeks flushed a soft rose when it started understanding what this might mean.

"I can't seem to make it go down," it murmured, voice hushed and oddly vulnerable, as the full weight of its throbbing cock bounced in front of me.

"Even when I shake it, a small wave of satisfaction washes over me, but it never quite reaches the shore of fulfillment. I'm at a loss for what to do next." He began to sway his hips, sending them into a rhythmic motion, swinging back and forth with a loose, easy grace.

"See?" He paused, euphoric grin spreading across his face, as he looked up at me with eyes blazing.

"Look. I can help you with it. Don't worry," I murmured, moving closer with purpose. My fingers wrapped around his length, and he shivered violently, my touch igniting a storm of electric pulses through his body. He clutched my wrist with an intensity that matched his deep, guttural moan.

His confession came as a husky whisper, "I've never felt this way before." His eyes locked onto mine, a primal, insatiable lust burning in their depths, begging for more. Seeing my neighbor like this, Mr. Lenny bare and unabashed, his rugged body at my mercy, sent a wave of heat coursing through me. I pressed him against the wall, his breath hitching from the contact. He pulled me closer, his body molding to mine, his hands mirroring my movements as if dancing to an unheard thirty. His touch was electric, his hand slipping into my pants, fingers wrapping around my aching length. My eyes fluttered closed, a gasp escaping my lips at the jolt of pleasure.

"Fuck, yes," I moaned, my hands exploring the expanse of his chest, tracing the lines of his body. I turned him, his palms flat against the wall, my body pressing against his, my cock nestled against his ass.

"This is new," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. "What are you doing with that erection?" I slapped his hand, a sharp sound that echoed through the room. He jumped, not from fright, but from excitement. "I wish you to do more," he rasped, his body arching back towards me. I could see his muscles tense as my fingers traced the curve of his ass. I grabbed his waist, my cock pressing against his entrance, pushing inside him. The pressure was intense, his body yielding to mine until suddenly, I was enveloped in his heat. He moaned, his body trembling, his cock jumping at the invasion. I reached around him, my hand wrapping around his length, stroking him in time with my thrusts.

"Wow, this human interaction is incredible," he groaned, his body writhing under my touch. I could feel his body pulsing around my cock, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Can you..." I hesitated, my voice trembling with pleasure and uncertainty. "Can you act like him?" I asked, my body shaking with need.

He grunted, a low sound that sent vibrations through his body and down to my cock. You mean treat you like he did before?" he growled.

"Yeah, but like, still beg me to fuck you. I don't know. I'm kind of - " I was interrupted by his wicked grin.

"Fuck me like you mean it, faggot," he rasped, his body tightening around my cock. "You just gonna let me get away with all the shit I've done?" His words sent a way of heat coursing through me, my fingers tightening around his waist and cock, my body aching with need.

He tapped into ap rival region of his brain where Mr. Lenny still lurked. The memories and attitude crashed onto his face like a convincing costume. I started jackhammering so fiercely that I didn't notice his cock was dripping, each thrust flicking pre-cum on the wall like a filthy paintbrush.

"That's it.," he growled, voice thick with lust. "Show me you're a real man. Fuck that ass like you own it." He was grunting like a wild beast, and I couldn't tear myself away. I gripped him so tightly, my fingers dug into his flesh like claws, desperate to leave bruises.

Just as my balls tightened, ready to explode, he flipped the script. He shoved me off, my cock popping out of his ass with a wet sucking sound, making him groan like a starving beast. He pushed me back onto the bed, climbing on top, my cock sliding back into his hungry hole, guided by his firm hand. Spreading his cheeks, he engulfed my cock again, and then he was riding me like a man possessed - which he was. He pinned my arms above my head, his breath hot on my ear.

"You're gonna fill this fucking ass," he snarled, his hole tightened around me, making me gasp. Every struggle against his grip only mane his fingers dig deeper into my skin. I was lost in the sensation of his ass grinding against my hips, my cock a mere plaything for his pleasure. His face was a landscape of raw, carnal need, eyes burning into mine. The thought of the alien beneath, puppeteering this man's body, drove me to the edge. His lips crushed mine, and as our tongue battled, I felt my cock erupt, pumping hot cum deep into his ass. Each wave of pleasure was met with his body squeezing me, milking for all I was worth.

"You really know how to use that body," I moaned, as he arched his back, playing with my cock buried deep inside him. He started to rise off me, but my cock was still throbbing, leaking desperately as I watched him. I stopped him abruptly, grabbing his cock while I remained pulsing within him. I tugged and stroked it vigorously as he lifted his arms, inhaling the raw, primal scent of his own body after he'd ridden me so hard. He ground feverishly against my grip, my cock sliding relentlessly in and out of him. My fingers tightened with each wave of pleasure that surged through me, and I watched Mr. Lenny's face twist with the unmistakable signs of impending orgasm. Suddenly, he collapsed onto me, my fingers locked around his cock as his load erupted violently onto my chest and stomach, accompanied by a primal scream.

He lay atop me, panting heavily, both of us marveling at the chaotic mess we'd created. When he finally peeled himself off and collapsed onto my old bed, I heard a distant door creak open. Moments later, footsteps echoed down the hallway. The door burst open, and there stood my dad, eyes wide with horror at the sight of our naked neighbor speared out beside me, my own load dripping from his exposed ass.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I muttered under my breath, trying to maintain my composure. "It's not what you think."

"What the hell?" My dad's face flushed an angry shade of crimson, his eyes narrowing with disbelief.

"I hesitated, a twisted sense of humor almost coaxing a chuckle out of me. The truth was absurd: that there was an alien inside our neighbor and that he wouldn't be a problem anymore. I knew that explanation would sound far-fetched, so I chose to keep that secret locked away.

"All that time you called my son a fag, and you were - what? In the closet?" His voice was thick with accusation.

"Dad, can we at least put some clothes on before you start yelling?" I pleased, felling the awkwardness prickling my skin as I glanced at the two of them. The room was a mess of tangles sheets and scattered clothing, and I had already hastily grabbed a blanket to shield my exposed body. With a frustrated huff, he turned and stormed out of the room, allowing us a moment to privacy to get dressed.

"Well, the was unexpected," the alien remarks, standing up and stretching with a series of fluid, graceful movement that emphasized the sinewy lines of his form.

"I need to think of a way to explain this, but you are going to go back home." I tossed his clothes at him. As he began the process of getting dressed, I playfully pinched his firm backside. "But I loved this," I continued with a mischievous glint in my eyes, slipping into my own clothes. "We should definitely do this some more."

"The next time I experience and erection, I will ensure to seek your assistance," he replied, pulling his shirt over his head, the fabric hugging his sexy dad bod.

"Make sure you knock on my door clothes next time," I chuckled, fastening the last button and drawing him close with a teasing grin. "I like the idea of taking all of this off," I said, giving his shirt a playful tug. He seemed to catch the undercurrent of my excitement, his eyes sparking with renewed enthusiasm.

"I'm an adult now, in college, I can do what I want," I asserted, grabbing a bottle of water, though my dad glared at me from across the counter.

"How could you let him into this house? We had a rule that that piece of shit never set foot in here." His finger jabbed the air with anger.

"Is that what you're upset about? Him being in the house? Not the fact that we were upstairs together?" I challenged, my voice wavering between defiance and uncertainty.

"Well, yes, that too, but you could have had sex at his place. I don't care who you sleep with. I have my opinions about him, but if he makes you happy, then I'm happy." His words seemed genuine, yet his face betrayed a flicker of disgust that Mr. Lenny was the one I chose to sleep with.

"Oh. Well, I'm sorry I brought him inside. Next time I won't do that." I took a drink of water, nodding, unsure if I was relieved or guilty.

"Good, now help me make dinner," my dad said, his voice softer as he turned towards the refrigerator. Although his anger appeared to have subsided, the tension still hung thickly in the air like an invisible fog. I walked over to assist him, a quiet laugh escaping my lips as I marveled at the fact that I had managed to keep the secret the alien goo had entrusted to me.

Besides, I was eager to keep the goo inside Mr. Lenny, using him as my possessed sex puppet. To keep him inside that sexy daddy I would never tell a soul about the alien next door.

[vengefultakeover]

Hello Friends!

I wanted to give everyone a life update. I have been getting my master's degree and that had been taking up so much of my time which meant that I was unable to or did not have the energy to write. Well, I just got my degree and I am now FREE from school. To be honest, it feels really good to have more time to dedicate to hobbies such as writing these stories.

I hope you have been enjoying the new stories and I am excited to continue writing again. I can't thank you all enough for sticking around through all of the ups and downs. Now, I don't want to promise anything, but already my schedule has shifted so dramatically with my new job and my career that it feels good to be writing again (especially clearing out some of these drafts that needed some heavy edits).

EDIT: I am going back into some of my old stories and giving them a new edit before some new additions come out. Very specifically, the Daemon stories is getting some edits and then the final chapter in the first season will be released.

As always, if you wanted to share a story idea feel free to message me or send me a photo! I'm happy to brainstorm. But also be on the lookout for a 24Hr Submission Event (it is almost Summer after all). I also have been finding the world of role-play exciting so if your body is looking to be invaded by something please do not hesitate to reach out - I'm sure I have something that would enjoy taking you for a ride.

Let's have some fun,

TakeoverTales 2.0

[vengefultakeover]

The Ghost Hunter's Guilty Pleasure

The sun was dipping low when Dennis's black SUV rolled up the curved drive toward the old mansion. The front lawn was trimmed to perfection, the ornamental iron gates framing a riot of roses - deep crimson, pale blush, gold - intertwined with ivy that crept up the stucco walls. The mansion itself was a masterwork of craftsmanship: every cornice carved in swirling arabesques, every window sash painted in a soft cream that still bore the original brush stroke. In front, a wrought-iron gazebo stood half-stripped, its peeling paint revealing layers of history; once the restoration was complete, its filigree roof would offer a cool refuge beneath the summer sky.

Dennis stepped out to find the ghost-hunting equipment being hauled inside by his team. Black trunks lay open, revealing rows of EMF detectors, infrared cameras, voice-recording devices. The soft hum of charging batteries mingled with the distant drone of cicadas. He smoothed the front of his royal blue shirt - tailored so precisely it hints at every curve of his torso - then nodded to the owner, a gaunt man with eyes both hopeful and haunted.

"It's supposed to be a bed-and-breakfast," the over said, ushering Dennis inside. His voice echoes faintly in the grand foyer, where a crystal chandelier dangled like a cage of frozen raindrops. "We've never been able to finish the renovation - something always holds us back."

Dennis's gaze drifted upward, taking in the soaring coffered ceilings studded with rosetted. "It's breathtaking," he said, voice calm as the machines around them pulsed with quiet life.

"Thanks - hopefully you'll banish whatever's here so we can open the doors next season." The owner's words barely left his lips when a heavy gilt-framed portrait slipped from its hook and shattered across the Mable landing. The crash rang out like thunder in the a small storm. A handful of crew members rushed forward, sweeping shards of glass into dustpans before anyone could be cut.

"I promise you," Dennis said, watching the men work, "by sunrise, this place will be clear." He glanced at his team - each face lit by the glow of handheld monitors, adjusting dials, calibrating sensors until every instrument lay in perfect readiness for the night ahead.

Night fell quickly in the countryside. One by one Dennis sent his crew away, leaving only himself among the array of blinking cameras mounted discreetly to preserve the mansion's antique paneling. A soft beep told him they were all live. He began his solitary tour, pausing to breathe in each room's distinct atmosphere.

In the master suite, the scent of polished oak and aged leather lingered beneath the heavy velvet drapes. A four-poster bed with ebony-carved posts stood proud, its velour blankets folded like dark waves across the mattress. Overhead the moonlight filtered through stained-glass transoms, painting violet patterns on the oriental rug.

In the library, rows of ancient tomes rose to the ceiling. The pages smelled of dust and secrets; the leather bindings felt cool and worn under his fingertips as he brushed past. Somewhere behind a stack of encyclopedias, the cables of a microphone trailed into shadow.

Even the conservatory held its breath: ferns unfurled toward the glass dome, orchids dropped under the weight of dew, and palms arched like silent sentinels. The warm, humid air felt alive, as though something waited just out of sight. Dennis's exhale misted before him, yet the silence remained absolute.

Returning to the foyer, Dennis studied the forest of tripods and recorder boxes. For an instant, he thought he saw a slender shaft of light refract around the edge of the sofa - a shape, maybe a silhouette - before it winked out. He took a careful step forward, and a sudden breeze flicked the pages of a ledger left on a side table. The curtains fluttered, though no window was open.

A slow smile curved Dennis's lips. He reached into his pocket and pressed a small button on a matte-black box - a signal to activate his most sensitive gear. "All right," he said, voice low and confident, as if addressing a hidden guest, "here's the deal. You get one final ride inside a living vessel - one last romp through pulsing veins and racing thoughts - and then you leave this house alone." His fingers brushed the small silver hoop handing from his earlobe, ensuring it was secure. A soft beep echoed faintly from the earring after he pressed the button, confirming that everything was in place.

Silenced answered him, save for the soft electronic whirr of cameras capturing every corner. He scanned the room, eyes sharp, until a skitter of movement flickered behind the grand staircase. A cool current brushed past him, raising gooseflesh along his forearms. He planted his feet firmly.

"Come and get me," he challenged the emptiness, knowing something watched from the darkness. With deliberate theatrics, he ripped open his shirt, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest. He flexed a hand forward and let out a teasing growl, baiting the unseen presence. Dennis loved to play. Tonight would be no exception.

For those on his team, it was no secret how much Dennis relished ghost hunting. Yet, nothing thrilled him more than feeling a spirit invade his body. His rigorous workouts had sculpted his physique into a tantalizing beacon for the restless souls he pursued. Now, he stood defiantly in the foyer, bare-chested, daring the dead to possess him.

"Really? Nothing?" he called out, his voice echoing with a mix of anticipation and disappointment. But then, the air vibrated with energy. Machines erupted with insistent buzzing, bells clanged, and the lights blazed to life on by one, heralding an approaching entity. A chilling breeze surged towards him, crashing into his chest. Dennis's grin stretched wide, just as his head snapped back with a sharp gasp. "Yes!" he shouted with raw exhilaration, his head lolling ecstatically. He clawed at his shirt, ripping it open wider, desperate to grant the ghost more space to invade his flesh with its otherworldly presence.

The spirit surged forth, a fleeting glimpse that left Dennis barely catching the spectral tail as it vanished between the muscular slabs of his chest. In an instant, control slipped away; his arms jerked wildly as the phantom force clawed its way through his limbs, driving his fingers to curl and reach for his own face. A twisted smile spread across his features, but it was a grin that no longer belonged to Dennis. Each contact was electric, and the ghost within him gasped, overwhelmed by the intoxicating rush of life rekindles, a surge of vitality that made his very essence throb with intensity.

"I haven't felt like this in ages," he growled, his fingers delving beneath his shirt to clutch and knead the taut muscles underneath. "And I have never had these before." His fingertips traced around the hard ridges of his flexed abs, making them stand out like chiseled marble. Driven by an overwhelming surge of power, he brought his hands up to grasp his pecs, savoring the sheer strength he now commanded. The flood of emotions and sensations bubbled within him, sending a jolt of raw desire that was impossible to ignore. With a swift, almost savage motion, he tore his belt free and shoved his jeans down, his hands squeezing the insistent bulge in his underwear.

"This feels incredible," he moaned, his head snapping back in a storm of unrestrained ecstasy. He ripped his shirt from his body with a fervor, discarding it like a forgotten relic, and gazed hungrily at the flesh he now possessed. His hands roamed greedily over the taut, sculpted muscles, caressing and venerating them as if they were divine. He staggered slightly, momentarily forgetting the shackles of his pants tangled around his ankles, and when he collapsed onto the sofa, he kicked them off with a forceful swing, his cock straining fiercely against the confines of his briefs. Even as he stumbled through the opulently decorated rooms to a bathroom as exquisite as the rest of the mansion, with its lavish wallpaper and gleaming fixtures, he was still marveling as the unfamiliar body. The ghost inhabiting Dennis scrutinized his reflection, tilting his head to capture every angle of his chiseled jawline. With a curious finger, he traced the mustache Dennis had cultivated, chuckling as the bristles sent thrilling tingles across his upper lip.

His cock pulsed with a life of its own, the spirit nearly mesmerized by the allure of his captivating reflection, and with one decisive motion, he unleashed that formidable organ. It sprang forth, entrancing the ghost as his mustache quivered with electric excitement.

"You're quite the prize, aren't you?" the ghost declared with Dennis's voice, sliding his hands down the ridged landscape of his abs, flexing them under his touch before seizing the throbbing shaft. He groaned, the grip sending waves of almost unbearable pleasure surging through him, a sensation he had been deprived of since his death. He gasped, slamming his hand against the mirror for support as the pleasure threatened to buckle his knees. The guttural sound he emitted was primal, and if one looked closely enough, they might see the specter leaking from his pores, the visage of an ancient man peering through the mortal facade. His chest heaved as he succumbed to the overwhelming bliss, yet the old man grinned wickedly, drawing himself back into the vessel, revealing the striking face in the reflection he had commandeered.

The spirit savagely tore away the last vestiges of his clothing, stalking back into the room where the ghost hunting gear hummed, planting himself defiantly in the center. "You all enjoy the show?" he sneered, glaring at the cameras. "You little fuckers get off on watching your boss get used like this?" he pointed at a camera, posing with both arms flexed, his cock jutting obscenely. The ghost looked down at himself and then back at the cameras, a wicked grin spreading. "You want a fucking show? I'll give you a show."

He seized his cock, throwing himself down on the sofa, the discarded pants a crumpled mess by the side table. He lifted his legs, grabbing his cock with one hand while the other explored his asshole, fingers slipping in his mouth before brutally pushing against his hole with a guttural grunt. His body convulsed, pleasure and pain colliding in a brutal, erotic storm. Legs high, fingers digging at his prostate, he stroked his thick cock, glaring at the blinking camera light.

Whether someone was watching live or Dennis would enjoy the recording later, the ghost ravaged Dennis's body like it was his own. His moans were deafening, drowning out the equipment's hum, threatening to shatter the windows with his ecstatic screams. His fingers dug deeper, stroking faster, until he felt the pull, balls churning, tightening, orgasm imminent. The sofa cushions enveloped him as he thrust harder, something tugging at his ear. The cushion's embroidery caught his hoop earring, and as his body arched in a brutal, sexy spasm, the earring tore off, falling near the discarded pants. His load erupted, painting his chiseled body in glistening ropes, moans so loud they threatened to consume him.

Just as he collapsed back onto the sofa, the box in the pants pocket beeped, the earring vibrating before sending out a crackling spark meant to expel the ghost. But it was too late. The earring was too far from his earlobe, and the ghost was free to reside in his flesh as long as he wanted.

The spirit toyed with the equipment, anticipation buzzing in the air like static, waiting for the pivotal moment that would hurl him out of the borrowed body. But that moment never arrived. Instead, he prowled through every room of his old haunt, pushing Dennis's body to its limits until the first light of darn sliced through the windows. He had driven Dennis to the brink of exhaustion, collapsing into sleep in the master bedroom. The abrupt clamor of Dennis's team roused him, their presence a whirlwind of motion as they dismantled and hauled away the remnant of their ghost-hunting endeavor. One team member tossed his clothes to him, and the spirit, blinking into wakefulness, realized his possession was inexplicably intact. A fierce struggle simmered within, a battle for control, but he held dominance, luxuriating in the newfound freedom of a life reclaimed. He donned Dennis's attire, adopting his mannerisms as he mingled with the team packing up.

"So did it work?" The owner's query cut through as he stepped outside, the house now devoid of all paranormal paraphernalia.

"Yeah, I would whatever was haunting this place won't be a problem anymore." Dennis - or rather, the entity within - replied with a sly smirk.

"That's perfect. I already sent you the money, so we should be square." The owner's handshake was firm and jubilant, and Dennis marveled at the sensation of touch, a thrilling reminder of his corporeal existence. As the owner moved past him, Dennis's gaze locked onto the SUV driver, a colossal figure engrossed in his phone, obliviously waiting for Dennis to join him in the back seat. The spirit, now seated in the driver's seat of his new life, felt a ravenous hunger stir within, his eyes blazing with desire to test the limit of his new, permanent form either with the man behind the steering wheel, or any man he could get his hands on.

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The Serpent's Puppet

The crate outside my neighbor's house looked like it had survived a war - splintered wood, black lettering smeared across every side like warnings. It had been dropped off by a man who moved like he wanted nothing more to do with it. He slapped a letter onto the front door, then ran back to the truck, disappearing into the passenger seat just as the engine roared and the vehicle tore down the street.

I watched from behind my curtain, coffee cooling in my hand, as my neighbor returned home a few minutes later. He looked excited as though he had been waiting a long time for whatever was inside this battered delivery.

He crouched low, pressing his face to the crate, trying to see inside. When he finally noticed the letter, he barely gave it a glance before flinging it through the doorway. Then, with a kind of effortless strength, he lifted the whole thing and carried it inside - as if it weighed nothing. It tracked, I suppose. The only times I'd ever seen him outside were at the gym, or walking past the animal sanctuary where he worked.

Not even an hour later, I heard the scream.

It wasn't the kind of sound you forget. It was sharp, raw - something between fear and agony. And it came from right next door.

I slipped back behind the curtain, fingers tightening around the fabric as I eased it open. The scream still echoed faintly in my mind, and I wasn't sure what I hoped to see - only that part of me hoped it wasn't him.

Across the way, the red curtains in his window trembled, disturbed from within. For a moment, they danced like something breathing just behind them. Then - violently - they were thrown apart.

He stood there, motionless, illuminated by the soft glow of a lamp behind him. His bare chest rose and fell slowly, like he's just exhaled after holding his breath too long. Coiled around his neck was a serpent, scales glinting faintly, its head resting near his jaw like a whisper. Both of them were staring at me - intently, hungrily. A slow, deliberate smiled pulled at his lips. He raised a hand and pointed at me and then toward our backyards.

I went.

By the time I reached the fence, he was already there - waiting. The snake wrapped around him like a glistening scarf, dressed in nothing but a tight pair of white boxer briefs, clinging like a second skin. The sun caught the sheen of swear on his collarbone, the taut lines of muscle across his chest and stomach. But it wasn't just the way he looked - it was the stillness of him, the way his body radiated something predatory.

"Are you okay?" I asked, the words catching in my throat. I knew better - every part of me screamed that something was wrong - but I asked anyway.

He tilted his head slightly, as if amused, as if he already knew I'd come. I tried not to stare, but my eyes betrayed me, lingering over the curve of his hips, the way the snake hung loosely around his neck and on his arm like it, too, was at ease. As I looked over his body, something told me the scream wasn't the last one I would hear tonight.

"You're quite nosy, aren't you?" My neighbor said, his voice slipping over the air like velvet pulled too tight - pitched low, slow, deliberate. Almost as though something was tasting the words before letting them escape his lips.

"What?" I asked, my voice barely steady.

"I saw you watching me. Right before this human arrived. Through the cracks in my prison, I felt your gaze. Curious. Intrigued." He extended a hand, and the serpent stirred. It slithered toward his fingers with a grace that felt rehearsed. I took a step back, heart quickening.

"I think I'm confused, you seem...fine."

"You seem afraid." His hand stayed raised, unwavering, as if inviting more than contact.

"Not at all." I extended my hand to meet the challenge. The snake rose to meet me, tongue flicking, tasting my scent. Then it was moving - slowly, sensually - curling up my arm, pressing itself against my skin as it wound around me shoulders. It felt heavier than it should have. Warmer, too.

"This human is a conduit," He said, "his mind hollowed out for me. His body - well, wearing a body properly requires a certain kind of intimacy." I tilted my head before I realized I was mimicking him. The serpent settled against my collarbone like a living necklace.

"I don't understand." I whispered.

"You don't need to." His eyes never left mine. "What I find more interesting is that you're not pulling away. You're letting it touch you. Letting me touch you." The snake's body slid along the side of my neck, and I gasped - not in fear, but something else. The sensation was too precise. Too knowing. It lingered where nerves gathered and practically made my spine melt.

"Are you going to hurt me?" I asked, not sure if I wanted the answer to be yes or no. The serpent slipped from my shoulders, gliding across the space between us to return to him. He watched me as it joined him, sliding over his bare chest, disappearing into the waistband of his underwear like it belonged beneath his skin.

"Why would I hurt a friend?" He smiled again "I think I'll keep this one a while longer. You seem to appreciate what I've made of him." The thing behind his eyes watched me closely as he knelt down and placed the snake gently in the grass. The moment stretched long, heavy with something I couldn't name. I couldn't tell whether I was witnessing something sacred or profane. Only that I was watching - entranced - and that a large part of me didn't want to stop.

My neighbor quickly shifted his attention away from the snake. With a swift motion, he tugged his underwear down just enough to reveal his round, fleshy backside. He leaned forward ever so slightly, extending his arms backward. With deliberate care, he spread his cheeks apart, unveiling the taut, pulsating orifice that the serpent was going to use as an entry point.

The snake's sinuous body coiled around my neighbor's leg, its scales glinting like tiny shields under the light. It paused, forking tongue flicking, a ir fixed its glassy, we eyes on me. Then, with a chilling deliberation, it turned towards his exposed hole. Like a predator striking it unsuspecting prey, the snake launched itself forward, its blunt head pushing against the puckered flesh, insistently demanding entrance. The scaly body, a grotesque rope of living muscle wriggled and pushed, as my neighbor began to emit a low, guttural groan.

I circled his prone body, his face now a portrait of raw, unbridled sensation. His mouth was slack, jaw loose, as a deep, resonant moan escaped from his throat. His eyes fluttered, rolling back to reveal the whites, as waves of pleasure, too intense to bear, crashed over him. His fingers dug into the flesh of his cheeks, knuckles blanching, as the snake's body, inch by inch, was swallowed by his rich, pulsating hole. The snake's tail whipped around his fingers before finally disappearing, consumed by his eager, quivering flesh.

"What the fuck," was all I could utter as my neighbor's eyes fluttered closed and his expression twisted in discomfort. The snake was settling inside his skin, like a tailored suit he was happy to wear forever. I watched, transfixed, as bumps surfaced along his muscular back, the creature adjusting within him. His spine arched suddenly, and his hips thrust backward as the snake claimed his new vessel.

"You are going to need to fuck this body," my neighbor said through gritted teeth. His eyes snapped open, wide and intense, fixing on me with a desperate, urgent stare. Without hesitation, I scooped him up and hurried him back into his house.

The living room was a scene of chaos, with the remnants of a broken crate scattered about. The snake had ripped through the wooden planks effortlessly, shards embedded in the furniture like shrapnel. We stumbled throughh the wreckage, instinct guiding me - or perhaps some unseen force - towards the bedroom.

I threw him onto he bed, and he sprawled out, his body moving like he was slipping into a snug sleeve. His fingers curled and flexed as though testing new-found control. Satisfied, he twisted his body, presenting himself with an urgency that was palpable. "Do it now. I need it. I want this body. I want you," he urged, his voice thick with more than just the snake's influence. His eyes burned with a lust that consumed him, a hunger that demanded to be sated.

I tore away my clothes, shredding the fabric as I fought to free myself from their constraint. My cock had been rock hard since the backyard, and now I was grinding my erection against my neighbor's firm ass. He reached back, spreading his cheeks, offering me unhindered access to his hole, as if I didn't already know where I was going to plunge my cock. I took the silent invitation, ramming my length deep inside him. The residue from the snake writhing into his muscular body made me growl as I slid in, unsheathed and raw. I dug my fingers into his wait, thrusting into him with brutal force, my balls slapping against his flesh. I could feel the serpent coiling around my cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

"Fuck, this is insane!" I roared, pounding into him harder, the bed scraping against the floorboards, our groans echoing through the house. The bumps on his back began to vanish, and suddenly he arched, his cock erupting beneath him, his load creating a slick pool as if my neighbor's very essence was ejected out through his cock, reducing him to nothing but a quivering mess beneath us.

"Your turn." He pulled away, my cock sliding out of his hole with a pop. He was no longer my neighbor; he was a confident vessel for this creature. Grabbing my hands, he made me feel the snake's control, every flexing muscle, every pulsating vein. Then, he yanked me towards him, our mouths crashing, one hand gripping me tight while the other stroked my cock.

Leaning back, he lifted his legs, inviting me back in. I plunged my cock into his hole, holding his legs on my shoulders. His head dug into the pillows with each thrust, and he clenched his hole, playing with me, driving me to the edge.

"I'm going to cum," I gasped, panting like an animal. He held my head, making me look into his eyes as I exploded inside him. His eyes were as glossy and reptilian as the snake that now possessed him.

We tumbled onto the bed, the frame creaking and almost snapping under our weight. He gazed at me, much like he had when he was leaning against the fence in the backyard. But this time, it felt different - less like a test and more like attraction. Maybe I was just seeing what I wanted to see.

"Thanks for your help," he said, his hand brushing against his chest, a fingertip lightly touching his nipple, causing a visible shiver. I realized I couldn't look away. I was watching him as intensely as he was watching.

"So, what are you?" I asked, knowing he wasn't just an ordinary snake.

His eyes sparkled, and his lips curled into a playful smiled. "I can be whoever you want me to be, but you might consider me a demon. I was kicked out of hell for being a bit too mischievous with humans, as I'm sure you've already figured out."

"Have you always looked like a snake, or were you just playing into the stereotype?" I smirked, leaning back slightly.

"I take the form that suits my needs. In this case, it was a snake. Your neighbor has been saving money for one and got more than he expected." His hand rested nearby, and I could smell a hint of his body odor. It made my pulse race.

"What's the plan? Live in him for a while and then move on?" I curled up, nestling into his side and looking up at those dark, beady eyes.

"I'm having more fun that I've had in ages, but I guess the ultimate goal is to experience as much of human life as possible by jumping from body to body. My little addiction to human husks is why I was kicked out after all." He shrugged.

"Would you like company?" The words slipped out before I could think.

He grinned. "I think I'd love to have you along. You'll make an entertaining little companion." He started to climb on top of me, stretching and looking down from above. His muscles tensed, and I bit my lip, watching him move. My heart raced faster.

"Oh, I'm more than just a companion." I said, flipping him off me in a swift move and pinning him down. I began to grind slightly, my tongue finding his nipple and licking it. He grinned and pulled me close, his hand squeezing my ass as our bodies pressed tightly against each other.

"I know you will be," he said, his eyes flickering back to normal, the snake eyes retreating but still lurking just beneath the surface.

[vengefultakeover]

Are you still missing stories? If so which ones?

I can’t remember which stories disappeared. I’m kind of starting fresh with tumblr again. The things I’m posting are the things that I really enjoyed from Wix and then some series I’m still planning on continuing.

[vengefultakeover]

Daemon: Following the Crumbs (5)

“What do you want, Freddy?” Shaggy, or the daemon controlling him, finished putting his shirt on. He made sure to go slow, reveling in the fact that Fred was uncomfortable. I peered in from the balcony, only able to see a sliver through the blinds as Max stood behind me. Max had his hands on my waist to keep me from leaning too far in.

"The Daemon Ritus is missing - haven't you seen the news?" Freddy crossed his arms and stood by the closed front door with eyes that were trying to slice through the apartment. I had always thought Freddy was rather chivalrous, with his face plastered all over the news outlets for every mystery they solved. Velma was in the background with a knowing smile - she did all the real work. Daphne wanted something more from the beginning and would have been standing there after having just been caught up as the bait for the monster. In reality, Fred was just a lonely bro.

"Oh? I had no idea." Shaggy leaned back into the cushions of the sofa and played it off rather well. His arm draped over the back cushions. The truth was that he did know about the museum break in - his producers had informed him and wanted to see if he had an angle for his stream.

"I came to ask for help." Freddy didn't budge and was met with a moment of silence.

"Interesting. That's a first." Shaggy had no interest in helping Freddy and it was pretty clear on his face that he just wanted Freddy to vacate the premises without another word.

"Look, I'm worried there are more creatures that we didn't get back at the island. In fact, I have some leads with the descriptions." Freddy started pulling out a notepad and Shaggy held up his hand.

"Sorry, not in the business anymore. I think you should leave Freddy." Shaggy shook his head.

"Shaggy, please." Freddy's eyes were unwavering. Either he thought he couldn't do this on his own or he really wanted to reconnect with the gang. Either way, Shaggy's body belonged to a daemon now.

"I said no." Shaggy repeated himself like a mother to her child, standing up to show him out. I sighed in relief and felt Max's hands slip off my waist after he accidentally kicked a chair. I felt his hands immediately wrap around me like the balcony was going to explode and fall off the side of the building. Freddy heard it, turning his head as Shaggy held the door open.

"Guests?" Freddy asked, now somewhat concerned.

"Yeah, some chick. I thought you were her boyfriend or something." Shaggy was a good liar. If it was me being told to leave I would have believed him. His charm oozed off of him like it never had before.

"What happened to you?" Freddy shook his head as he turned to leave, disappointed in his old friend and co-worker. If Freddy thought about it - really thought about it - he might have solved the mystery behind Shaggy's odd behavior and what was hiding on the balcony. Maybe he just didn't want to believe it. Instead, he walked away with a look of disgust and a weird shiver that spread out from his neck that made him want to look back. 

"Which one of you almost gave us up?" Shaggy didn't look angry as he turned away from the now closed and locked door, in fact he had a bulge so enticing that I almost reached out to touch it. He was horny from being so close to danger. What could have Freddy done? If he came after Shaggy, Max and I would be right there to defend him.

"It was me." I said, taking the blame.

"Hm. You're interesting." He was squinting at me. There was an awkward moment of silence and I looked between the two of them before my attention went down to Shaggy's bulge again. Max chuckled a bit and broke the silence.

"So what's next?" He asked.

"Just lay low. You guys are safe here. You most of all," He reached out and pinched one of my nipples and I rubbed it as the soreness made my eyes roll, "you have two monsters defending you."

"Oh? You're defending me now?" I scoffed.

"Yeah. You know, you're pretty cute. My offer still stands, you know, I'd happily show you how good this feels." He grabbed his bulge when he sank into the couch. I looked over at Max to see his reaction and he shook his head laughing. Did he like this?

"Where is the real Shaggy anyways?" I asked trying to make sure he couldn't see my own growing hard on.

"Ah. I forgot about him." He excitedly ran to his bookshelf and pushed apart the books on the top as though he was pulling out a private collection. He unlocked a metal safe and reached inside, revealing a small acrylic box with some type of liquid in it. Floating in the center was the head of the original Shaggy. I leaned in and watched the light bend through the box and then through the translucent liquid.

"Let me out of here! You have to help me!" He clinked against the acrylic and Shaggy laughed as struggled, nothing but a bodiless soul.

"I keep him in here for safety." Shaggy said, sliding him back into place and locking the safe.

"That's good. I had one of those fly up my ass." Max shook his head.

"No way!" Shaggy said. "I've always wondered what that feels like. We should try it some time." He chuckled, pushing the safe back behind the stack of books and winking at me. My cock jumped and this time he definitely noticed.

"Do you have the Daemon Ritus?" I asked next.

"Why are you interrogating me?" Shaggy shook his head.

"I just - well - I just want to make sure we are safe." I said.

"You really mean it, huh?" Shaggy's demeanor shifted. Was he starting to believe me?

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Told you." Max said.

"I guess there are good humans out there, but no I don't have the Ritus." Shaggy picked something out of his tooth and flicked it away from him.

"I think we should find it." I said.

"I think I might know where it is." Shaggy said.

Outside of the apartment, Freddy was on the verge of tears while sitting inside of the Mystery Machine. He looked towards the horizon and took a deep breath in, deciding what his next move was. The clues flitted in his vision, the sketchbook, the broken door of the apartment, the weird neighbors, until he finally landed on the display case where the ritus had been stolen.

"The glass." He said to himself. He beat himself up for not having thought of it sooner. With the piece of glass wrapped in a handkerchief, he arrived back at headquarters. One of the back rooms was set up as a makeshift lab where he could conduct tests like the one he was about to do on the sliver of museum protection glass. He slipped the piece onto the table and pulled out a black light, the glass piece lit up with specks. He then put it under a microscope, looking at the specks even closer. He had seen it somewhere before. This was the same material that was inside the protoplasm pool back on the island.

Fred took his eyes away, blinked a couple times and looked back through the lens. To him, things were starting to line up, whoever stole the Daemon Ritus had access to the island and even worse needed to get ahold of the artifact that caused all the trouble. His eyes lit up as he started writing things down, the computer beeping as it confirmed the contents of the sample. Most of this work was learned since Velma wasn't around to do it for him. Questions popped into his head, but there was a big one that kept coming up: Was someone trying to recreate the ritual?

Freddy stood up, this time smiling and slapping his notebook closed, "Time to have a chat with Scrappy."

On the boat that passed the bar on the cliffs I thought about the Mystery Inc. case about Miner Forty-Niner. It was the first case solved by the group of detectives where there were actual bodies and not just masked villains. The inside of the mines were closed in 2015 when the case was solved and The Crag replaced it as the towns hottest queer club. The bad guy ended up being one of the top business owners in the town looking to buy the mines for the alleged oil inside it. People assumed he was scaring away potential buyers to drive the price down, but the kicker was that there was no oil. He was scaring them away because he was hiding bodies in the mine shafts.

"So, back to Spooky Island. Did you think you would be going back so soon?" I asked as Max wrapped his arms around me.

"I definitely did not. Although, I didn't expect to find you either." He was staring at me.

"Aren't you lucky?" We both chuckled. He pulled me into the cushioned chairs of Shaggy's not-so-humble yacht and kissed me with one hand supporting my neck and the other sliding down my body and into my waistband.

"You two just can't keep your hands off each other, huh?" Shaggy was watching us and we both were forced to calm down, a little embarrassed.

"You're excellent at interrupting." I retorted.

"Oh, please keep going. I don't mind watching." Shaggy raised his eyebrows.

"You'd love that, huh?" Max also raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, well now neither of you get to do anything with me." I said, crossing my arms and heading into the lower depths. "Let me know when we get there." I looked at Max and squinted before disappearing.

"So, do you love this human?" Shaggy sat down next to Max with his drink.

"Why are you asking? You want a crack at him?" Max leaned back and scoffed.

"No. I just like seeing one of us in love instead of doing someone else's bidding." Shaggy took a sip.

"Have you ever been in love?" Max asked.

"I don't think so. Wouldn't know what it feels like." Shaggy shrugged and let the ice cube spin in the bottom of the glass.

"I've never felt this way before so it must be love, right?" Max asked.

"I think you two have something special, just remember that he's human." Shaggy raised his glass as though he was making a toast and then walked away.

We spent the rest of the boat ride separately. I was laying on the sofa near the bar, Max was watching the water, and Shaggy was with the captain nursing his drink. If the island was still open we would have been able to hear the faint drum of the resort ambiance, but there was nothing. The island was a shell of what it once was and the three of them joined each other at the front of the boat to get a look at the shoreline ready to continue their own investigation.

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Daemon: Another Clue (4)

NOTE: This is the newest edited version of this story

Fred was back at the museum where the Daemon Ritus was stolen and he looked around the shattered glass. He kicked a piece and it clinked along the tile. Someone coughed behind him and Fred turned to see a group of officers arrive.

"Who invited this cartoon?" Officer Barrel was looking out over his shades and Fred rolled his eyes. Barrel was the lead investigator on the Daemon Ritus case, hired by the museum insurance company.

"So what do we have here?" He squatted over the glass and slipped his glasses in his shirt like some crime show cliché. Fred crossed his arms and backed away, looking at the whole scene. There was nothing, at least nothing that could be seen with the naked eye and with Barrel and his goons he wasn't going to be getting any closer. Fred used his phone to snap a couple of photos before pulling out a napkin and using it to pick up the glass he kicked earlier, discreetly putting it into his pocket.

"So what did the cameras see?" Fred walked over to the security guard on duty as they scanned the playback of security footage.

"There's a shadow right before the case shatters. Just a shadow though, nothing we can make out except for how large it is." Fred could barely make anything out because of how fuzzy it was, the result of an outdated security system.

"Hey, Jones," Barrel approached Fred with a smirk, showing a message he just received from someone at home base, "an old lady called in something you might find interesting. Remember Spooky Island? Turns out someone spotted something that matches the description of your little monsters. Figured you might want to go play detective with something a little more up your alley. Monsters in masks and all." Barrel winked like the piece of shit he was and turned back to the shattered glass. Fred was biting his tongue, but he knew these things were connected. They had to be. This lead him to the apartment complex where he interviewed all the way up the building until one apartment. They were hiding something, he had a hunch, and when he found the sketchbook he knew exactly what it was.

On the way back to HQ, he spotted the guy he chatted with and another taller person. Someone he assumed was the guy behind the door. Abandoning the Mystery Machine, he stuck to the shadows and behind other club goers and he kept on their tail. He was able to witness it all, the conversation at the bar, the seduction on the dance floor, and then peering around the corner he watched Max switch husks.

"Fucking monster. He did it out in the open." Fred furrowed his brow and ducked back into the crowd as the two individuals left with a new body.

I woke up the next day and could barely see a few feet in front of me. As I rubbed the morning haze out of my eyes I noticed Max in the bathroom, spotting him through the slightly open door. He was looking at himself in the mirror, stretching out his face to see if he could get any more comfortable inside the club stranger. He moved on from his face, letting is snap back into place before he rubbed his hands down the inside of his open shirt.

"Cute glasses." I appeared in the doorway and he jumped a bit. I spooked the daemon which made me chuckle. Now I knew that when he was startled his eyes would glow.

"I don't have to wear them if you don't like them." He said.

"No. I think they really are cute." I pushed them back onto his face as he started removing them. He turned back to the mirror and touched himself.

"This husk can't be the permanent one. There is something that feels off." I slipped my hands under his arms and moved them up his body. I pressed myself into him, taking in the scent of his new body. Was that peppermint? Right when I reached for his pecs, he flexed them so I could feel them better underneath. He turned around, face to face with me and I felt the bulge growing in his underwear. I reached inside, grabbing ahold of his cock and grinning as his eyes became a brighter green. I pushed him up on the counter and continued to play with the tip of his cock as he shivered from the human pleasure. Stripping out of me clothes, I hungrily lifted up his legs to expose his hole and my tongue explored between his thighs until I was fully tracing his asshole with my tongue. His eyes were almost rolling back as I dipped my tongue inside of him and when I felt like it was sufficiently slathered in my saliva I crawled back up his body until my already leaking cock was aligned with him.

"I want you to use me." He was panting as the tip of my cock pushed into him and he relaxed his whole body, sending me forward and filling his hole with my erection. I pushed his arms up, looking at his tattoos as I rammed myself into him. He bit his lip as I fucked him, the sounds of panting and groaning filling the bathroom. With his legs up at my shoulders, I leaned into his chest and kissed his nipple, my tongue circling the sensitive tit. My hips slapped against him until I was suddenly feeling the pleasure build up from my balls and I was exploding inside of him with moans so loud I was certain the neighbors could hear.

"Fucking hell." I was sweating and I looked him over, lines of his own cum having been smeared across his body. He was licking his lips, savoring the part of his own load that landed on his lips and panicked when we heard the sound of banging on the front door.

There was someone on the other side as we frantically recovered from our fuck session, missing buttons and grabbing our bags to make a quick escape, but it was too late. The frame cracked and in walked the handsome stranger. He stared at the two of us, I was frozen in place and Max was already getting into position for a fight. I could him tense up as this new individual took a few steps forward. This was yet another person I had recognized, but couldn't quite place. Of course, it only took me a few seconds to realize who he was and it was odd not seeing him with his dog.

"Norville?" I was a little in shock, two members of Mystery Incorporated showing up was a little odd. That's what I get for running around with a monster.

"They call me Shaggy." He looked over at Max who was fuming, but suddenly seemed calm. His neighbors were already peering through the broken door frame and Max's sudden calmness was something I would have to trust, dodging the stares as the police were being called.

"We don't have to worry about him." Max said as we made our escape.

"So you found a human to play with?" Shaggy was looking at me.

"He saved my life." Max squeezed my hand as we finally stopped to catch our breath.

"A human saved your life? I don't think so." He pinched the back of my neck and I swatted his hand away.

"What the hell, dude?" I turned quickly and Shaggy growled with a pair of glowing green eyes. Max came to my defense by stepping between us. I looked angry and my face flushed hot.

"We've got a lot to catch up on." Max smiled back at me.

Shaggy's place was different than I imagined, but from what I could gather this wasn't really Shaggy. Whatever creature was inside him commandeered his life and decided to take over.

"So can you explain what's going on?" I asked, making myself at home in his man cave, which was actually quite nice. Someone was making money. Or stealing it.

"Well, this part of my story started after the incident on Spooky Island. I was able to get away after Daphne kicked my ass onto that stupid disco ball. Once I was kicked out of my body I needed to find someone to enter right away and while the chaos was happening I dragged Shaggy down into the caves and forced his protoplasm out. I had to do it fast and it was easy to crawl into him. You remember how good I am at that." He looked over at Max who nodded.

"Incredible." I said under my breath, but they definitely heard.

"You think so? Maybe this human will be fun to play with." He squinted at me with a slight curl of his lip which made me blush.

"So what are you doing now?" Max asked.

"I thought I was the only one left. Not all of you were as smart as me, but it turns out there was at least one." He slapped Max in the leg like they were old bros. "I ended up tearing apart Mystery Incorporated from the inside and started a podcast where I talk about unsolved mysteries while playing video games." He motioned to his sick set up, a series of screen, cameras, and microphones all set up with some mood lighting surrounding it. "Plus, people like seeing what I've done with this body and I am not afraid to show it. I went from twink to hunk." He flexed his arms and they swelled to the size of baseballs. Max could tell I was enjoying how cocky he was being.

"What do you want from us?" Max and I asked in unison.

"I figured we should at least be around each other. Two of the only creatures left in a whole species." He looked at me and then came and sat down. "Now that I've been around him for a minute I can see why he appeals to you." He leaned in and smelled my hair.

"Oookay." I dodged his sniff and stood up with their eyes following me. Two sets of glowing green eyes glued to me.

"What? I was just having fun."

"Do you know why Fred is after us?" Max asked.

"Nope. Didn't even know that dweeb was still around. Assume he's just trying to solve another mystery and fill that empty detective hole in his heart." Shaggy shrugged and leaned back into the sofa. "You two are welcome to stay here. If that twat Freddy shows up I'm sure we can take care of him." He stood up and started removing his clothes as he walked to the bathroom, leaving a trail behind him. He was completely nude by the time he got to the start of the hallway, looking back at me with a sneer.

"Are you okay?" Max asked.

"Why was I drooling?" I asked, turning back to him.

"Kind of." He chuckled.

"You know, I'm not seduced as easily as you think I am," I cuddle up into Max on the sofa, "I only need one daemon in my life." He kissed me and then pulled at my waist as Shaggy took a bath.

Fred was able to get to the apartment Shaggy tore the door off of before anyone else was able to arrive, picking it apart and unable to find anything. He was getting angry with the situation, the lack of clues, the weird interaction with Shaggy, the fact that no one was connecting the museum break in with the monster sighting it was making his skin crawl. He left the apartment before anyone knew he was there, leaving the broken door behind and found himself driving over to Shaggy's new place. He was remembering the day Shaggy left after Scooby died and then once he was gone Daphne and Velma also decided to go their separate ways. Daphne quickly sold her book titled Damsel and then started writing a mystery series that took off. Velma was the perfect scientist and started her own pharmaceutical company that also dappled in beauty products. Fred Jones changed the name of Mystery Incorporated to the Fred Jones Detective Agency and became a private investigator.

"Hello, old friend." Fred said to himself as he pulled up outside of Shaggy's place, needing to be buzzed in. With an exasperated sigh, he drove past the opening gate and reluctantly knocked on the front door. He listened as whoever was in there rumbled around and then the door unlocked and Shaggy was on the other side pulling a shirt on.

Shaggy slipped the shirt over his head and invited him in, "Sup, Freddy. Long time no see."

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Daemon: Surprise Guest (3)

NOTE: This is the newest edited version of this story

I let my eyes drift open after having spent the entire night with Max. The now open windows let in a much light as possible now that Max was inside a body. Safe to bask in the beams. I found him standing out in the living room, looking out at Crystal Cove and wearing nothing but a tight pair of underwear. I sit down on the sofa and admire him while he enjoys the warmth.

Eventually, he joins me, slipping his hand over my thigh while getting comfortable on the coffee table, "I'm really starting to enjoy being human." He leans his head on a hand, eyes glowing a beautiful green.

"Starting to?" I chuckled.

"You know what I mean." He leans into me, pushing be back onto the cushion in the same positions we were in the night before. We kiss as my hands slide along his abs and then around his waist, pulling him closer to eliminate the space between us.

"What?" I ask as he pulls away.

"I think I should find a permanent body." He pushed his bulge against mine, looking at me as his eyes return to the normal color.

"Permanent?" I scrunch my face slightly, we were having so much fun hopping from body to body.

"I think I want to create an identity now that I'm free from the island. You know? Not just Max, but like Max the human. Someone you want me to be if you wanted - I owe you so much for helping me survive. You have no idea what you've done for me." He pushed his head onto my shoulder and I felt him breathing, his heart pounding in his chest. Was he nervous?

"Really?" I was blushing. "Well, if it's going to be someone new, I think we should really consider who it should be. But I shouldn't be the one who picks. You should decide what your future is." I push my hand through his hair and we cuddled there, staring at each other.

"When I was back on the island, there were a lot of snobby college kids who thought they were better than the rest because they came from money. The one's who were specially invited were just part of Mondavarious' plan to accumulate power and wealth. I guess technically it was Scrappy, but that's the past. I'm here with you, now, and I'm loving every second of it. I feel more free than I ever have."

"What did I do?" I shrugged.

"You were kind to me." He responded.

We were listening to each other's heartbeat when there was a knock at the door, one that sounded pretty aggressive. I slid out from underneath Max and ran to look through the keyhole. The man on the other side was handsome in a blue varsity jacket. I could have sword I had seen him before, but I couldn't put my finger on it. He looked gruff, and something about him made my cock stir.

Max came up behind me, grabbing my waist and taking a look through the peephole. His face dropped and his eyes flashed green before he calmed down and they became Alex's brown. I was confused, but I played along when he pushed me behind the door and opened it, keeping me out of sight.

"Hey, man, I got a call from one of your neighbors about seeing a creature lurking outside the building? It's tall, purple-ish skin, have you seen anything like it?" The man's voice was so familiar that I realized who it was and why Max was afraid. It was Fred Jones.

"Nah, man, just the normal stuff around here. I go running often and I think I would have seen something like that." He flexed his pecs, taking on the personality of Alex which was actually really hot to witness. Max was playing it off, even laughing the way my asshole neighbor used to when he thought he said something slick.

"Alright," Fred sighed, "take my card, if you see anything please don't hesitate. I'm Fred Jones from the Jones detective agency."

"I know who you are."

"You do?" Fred squinted.

"Yeah, I have a TV. I remember you from back in the day. What was it, Mystery Company or something?"

"Mystery Incorporated," Fred rolled his eyes, "please let me know if you see anything weird."

"Will do." Max started to close the door, but was suddenly stopped by Fred's shoe.

"Hey, do you mind if I come in for a drink of water? I've been chatting with all the neighbors and I am parched." He started to walk inside, but Max immediately extended his arm and held the door to prevent Fred from entering.

"Hey, bro, you can't just do that." Max pushed him back and as he stumbled back Fred caught my eyes peering through the hinges. Fuck.

"No worries." Fred dusted himself off and readjusted himself before walking towards the stairs. As Max closed the door, I rushed over to the window and looked down at the parking lot. Sure enough, the mystery machine was parked in the lot with its faded paint. Fred appeared from the entrance and had his phone up to his ear.

"Yeah, I think it's here. There was something weird about this one apartment," he leaned against the van, "no, I'm not - listen with the Daemon Ritus gone and this creature wreaking havoc doing who knows what we have no idea what is actually happening. Anything that solves the mystery, right?" He looked up at our window and I threw myself backwards to avoid being caught. Max was there to catch me in his arms.

"Thank you." I said with a smile. I dusted myself off.

"I'm sorry. I think I may have caused some trouble." Max had this apologetic look on his face that was super cute.

"No need to apologize. I know you said you wanted something more permanent, but I think we might need to get you a new temporary skin." I said, going to the kitchen and pulling out the jar. There was now a couple layers of tape around the lid for extra security. We were going to need to find a new body, but this time we were going to have find them.

We enjoyed ourselves as we got dressed for a night out in Crystal Cove, putting on our best club attire. Max's body had a closet filled with clothing meant to show off his sexy body and I had thrown something together from my own closet, making sure to leave the top buttons undone to show a little bit of my chest.

"You look nice," Max said, unbuttoning another button to show a little bit more and sliding a finger inside the shirt, "now let's go have some fun."

The music was loud and I involuntarily nodded my head as we walked in together. I had been here before, one of my favorite local hangouts with a wild history. The back parts of the building was a local mine shaft that had closed down and eventually the city sold it after some drama with the buyers and it became Crystal Cove's hottest spot for the gay scene. I like coming in during brunch for the drag shows.

"Can I get a gin and tonic. He'll have a - " I looked over at Max who was already dancing in spot, " - two gin and tonics plus a tequila shot. That's for me."

"You brought a friend tonight?" Mel was a very talented bartender and they tossed the glasses and bottles around like it was nothing. They quickly poured the tonics and then dressed the shot glass, covering the rim in salt before pushing the lime slice onto the glass. I passed Max's drink to him and then slid my card to the Mel.

"On the house. I'm glad you're seeing someone." They winked at me and then walked over to help another club goer. Max bounced from side to side before chugging the drink I have him. I took the shot, trying to save face, and when I looked back at Max he was making a face at the glass.

"What is this? It's disgusting." He put the glass on the bar top.

"I forget you're new to alcohol." I chugged my own drink and just as I put the glass back on the bar Max took my hand and spun me out onto the dance floor. He pulled me into him as we started grinding on each other with the bass bumping around and odd looks abound as this hunk danced with this tall chub. His hands moved into my waistband and I could feel his finger pushing against my ass as I pulled at his back, my fingers getting knotted in his fishnet shirt.

We were still looking for a new body, but we took the time to enjoy each other until we both saw someone watching up. He was sipping from a thin black straw at a booth at the edge of the building. He smirked when we both looked over, a signal. Max went over first, he was, after all, controlling that sexy body. I reached inside my cross body bag and pulled out the covered jar containing Alex and waited for Max to give me the signal.

"He wants both of us." Max came back and whispered in my ear with a grin, took my hand, and brought me back to the stranger. I was in awe as the stranger took us into the back, the cave and all of its mine shafts were still lit and was now used as a hook up spot. The man spun to face up when we reached a corner, pulling me into a kiss. I was taken by surprise, but his lips were so soft and I eventually started easing my hand around his waist. Max slid his hand around our waists and then the stranger kissed him. I took a moment to grasp the jar in my bag and then felt it slip into the dirt below. I used this as an excuse to start unbuttoning the strangers pants.

"Oh, fuck yeah." He said, pushing his groin out obnoxiously as Max continued to make out. Max stepped away for a second and let me take the lead. He took the jar and disappeared into a dark corner to open it. When the stranger went to look, I swallowed his cock and he closed his eyes to moan and enjoy the feeling of my wet mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Max's convulsing body as he swallowed the protoplasm. The stranger was now too preoccupied, shoving my head onto his cock until I was choking, to notice the monster appearing from my neighbors chest. Before he could scream, Max let out a deep breath of green smoke and laid Alex's incapacitated body in comfortable position. I could feel the stranger's cock throbbing as I forced his cock farther down my throat, pre dripping inside of me. I continued to suck even when Max pinned him against the wall, ripping his shirt open and shoving his claws deep into his chest to rip out his protoplasm. He pushed it into the taped up jar and held up his body as he continued to throb in my mouth. After tightening the lid, he pushed himself inside the stranger as his cock continued leaking inside my mouth.

I was finally able to come up for air, stroking his hard cock as Max slid inside his new husk. His cock pulsed in a strange way once I saw the creature's feet lift off the ground and dissipate inside the stranger. His eyes opened and they were the bright green I was getting used to seeing. His leaking cock suddenly exploded as Max stole the climax and moaned out in bliss.

"Let's get out of here." I said, wiping my mouth. Max pulled himself together while I checked on Alex, hoping he would wake up and assume it was a wild night and cough it up to drunken stupor. We headed to the stranger's place, our old apartment no longer a safe haven due to Fred's investigation.

Fred tossed his phone into the van and jumped into the driver's seat. He pushed the back of his seat all the way down and stared at the peeling fabric on the roof of the vehicle. With an eye roll he dozed off and waited for night to come.

The sky was dark when he opened his eyes and the street was quiet except for the occasional drunkard or Uber driver completing their final trips for the night. Fred reached over and grabbed his bag of tools, pushing it onto his shoulders and then stepping out of the van to look up at my apartment complex. Lock picking came easy to him now that he had done it so many times, a skill he learned on the road to compensate for the fact that people thought he was just the dumb himbo face of Mystery Inc.

The door clicked open and he closed it to make sure no one would witness him breaking and entering. With a flashlight, he opened drawers and cabinets, making sure to put everything back in its spot. The search was fruitless, the Daemon Ritus was no where to be found and Fre had no idea where me might get his next lead until he saw the sketchbook left behind by the occupants. He flipped through the pages and tore out the rough sketch I had drawn to help Max communicate. This was his next clue and now Fred knew that this purple daemon had an accomplice.

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Sketch & Rein

My drafting table had a screw missing from the hinge that propped it up at the perfect angle. I had made it a habit not to draw with my face so close to the page so that I would inhale the graphite that dusted the surface of the paper, but now the top wobbled as the tip of my pencil drifted along my drawing and my straight line zigged. The model I was drawing was curvaceous, a close representation of the model that commissioned me a dress for a gala event that she would be attending with her husband. Our first meeting consisted of her showing me a wonderful selection of dresses that her eye had been drawn to and I used them as the pool for my inspiration.

"I want all of this to be accentuated." She said, referencing her figure. I loved her confidence, something I wish I had. She had every right to be confident, she was beautiful. The preliminary sketches I rendered were sent over and she loved all of the colorful works of art, which narrowed down very little for me, but I knew exactly what she would love despite it. The tip of my pencil reached the hemline and the table top creaked followed by an aggressive thunk that made the graphite snap.

"What the - " I closed my eyes, calmly reached for my inkwell pencil sharpener and listened to the blade shave off the wood to a point inside the red glass container. I abandoned the pencil in the cup hanging blissfully next to the table and ducked under it to find the source of my problem. My fingers slid over the metal pieces until I found an empty hole, one that, if filled, would have stabilized the desk. As my finger ran over it, my doorbell rang and I hit the back of my head with an angry huff. Quickly, I pulled a bag of frozen vegetables from the freezer and placed it on the sore spot, opening the door to greet the stranger.

"Hey, are you Mike?" He asked, a bag slung over his shoulder, "I had called the other day about the extra room and we were supposed to meet today."

"Shit, I'm so sorry I completely forgot. You are - ?" I invited him in, adjusting the bag on my head before abandoning it on the table by the door.

"I'm Rein. Are you okay? That looks like it hurt." He chuckled.

"Oh yeah, just a bump. Want to check out the place?" I pointed towards the rest of the apartment and gave him a tour. "This is the kitchen, well stocked with vegetable ice packs, and this is the living room." I spun on my heels as I extended my arms to present the room like it was a Price is Right prize. "There are technically three bedrooms, but I use the downstairs as a studio. The other two are upstairs."

"Oh wow, three stories? This looks great," He peeked down the stairs into my studio, "When would I be able to move in? I'm looking for a place since I'll be starting school soon."

"School? Are you an undergrad?" I asked.

"Nah, I'm going to grad school. I'm going in for Architecture." He chuckled.

"That's awesome, I just got here for grad too. Fashion design." I sunk down into a chair in the living room, "I'll have to do whatever paperwork, but if you wanted to move in soon I'm sure it would be fine. The bedroom upstairs is ready whenever you’d like it."

"Oh? That's amazing. Yeah, I'd love to move in by the weekend. I want a couple of days to settle down. Maybe even get to know my cute roommate." He laughed. Did he really just say that? My cheeks flushed red and I suddenly felt warm all over.

“Oh, well, you're welcome to it. I'll email the landlord and just let them know I found the roommate and they'll send over the paperwork as soon as they decide to I guess. Move-in season is always really busy." I shrugged, face still warm from the cute roommate comment. He looked over the apartment again before heading to the door.

"I'll be over tomorrow to move in what I've got. It's just a couple of boxes and a bed. Nothing crazy." He stood in the doorway and I nodded.

"I'll see you tomorrow then." He winked and then disappeared out into the parking lot. I returned to my studio and as I walked in I felt something hard dig into the heel of my foot. I stumbled over it, avoiding any more pain of my weight stepping on the missing loose screw that would stabilize my desktop.

"This is the last of it." Rein let the mattress plop onto the ground of the second bedroom and I dusted myself off. I had offered to help him unload his car, which went much faster than I had anticipated.

"I'll leave you to it. I have to take care of some final bits of this job." I pointed in the general direction I was headed and he nodded.

"Thanks for the help."

"No problem. I'll be downstairs." On my way out I knocked my shoulder against the doorframe and I put my head down in embarrassment, quickly rushing away to my studio.

The design I was working on only needed a couple more details. A full ensemble of pieces and accessories were important and I wanted to make sure that this was a look and not just any regular gala dress. I capped the last marker, finishing the sketch and tossing all of my drawing tools into the bin they were stored in. Quickly looking back at the door to make sure Rein was still upstairs, I heard a distant thud of something being dropped. Deciding that he was far enough away to not disturb me, I picked up the sketch and stood in the center of the room. With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and felt my lungs fill with crisp air. With the sketch in one hand, I took my other hand and pushed my fingers into the page. Instead of the ripping or the paper folding like one might suspect, my glowing hands sunk into the sketch as though it were a vertical pool of water and after getting a good grip I pulled out the bodice of the dress. I let the paper fall, and it dropped with a thud as the gown flourished out of the page. The seams were crisp and the details were immaculate as the remaining sunlight of the day caught the diamond embellishments and made them sparkle. Looking down at the page, the sketch remained intact except the color was a little bit tinted. I rolled a dress form out from the corner and put it on it to get a good look. The matching bag and shoes were next, easily plucked out of the pages they were drawn on.

"Wow. That was one incredible magic trick." I fell over, hitting my head on my stool this time instead of the now-fixed desk which made me growl as I pushed my hand against the new sore spot. The purse and heels hit the ground a few feet away with another clunk.

"Fuck. I should have been more careful." I applied pressure to the bump and winced.

"What do you mean? That was awesome." Rein came to help me up off the ground and as he helped me up I realized he was surprisingly warm.

"I don't really tell people about my quirk. It's easy to hide, but people still act weird around people with them." I went to pick up the heels and purse and I set them down on my cutting table. One of the buckles on the shoe seemed to have been knocked out of place. I looked Rein up and down and at this point didn't care too much if he saw me do it again. I bent down, reached inside the sketch and pulled out a duplicate pair of heels with the buckle perfectly attached.

"That's a bit wasteful. Don't you think?" He chuckles. I squint at him, not particularly enjoying his playful jabs as the thought of exposure meant I might need to go to a different school. I shook my head, rolled my eyes, and tossed the initial pair of heels back towards the sketch and they exploded into a cloud of color before being sucked back into the page.

"I really need you not to tell anyone." I crossed my arms and leaned against the table.

"Tell anyone? I would never out you like that. Should I tell you my quirk to make it even?" I stared at his smirk for a moment, watching his smug face with a look of shock on my own.

"You have a quirk?" I ask.

"It's easy for me to hide too, but we're going to have to go somewhere else for me to show you. It requires another individual." He shrugs and turns down the hall, heading upstairs.

"So what exactly is it?" I pushed my hands into my pockets as I follow him inside the gas station. The door chime went off throughout the store and he scanned the aisles for people, but it was relatively dead. The cashier was an older gentleman, and looked like he was about to turn to dust if someone talked to him.

"Mmm, that." A bright yellow sportscar revved its engine as it pulled in front of a pump. A hulking man stepped out of it, making the transaction as he filled his car up with gas. I followed Rein out as he walked over to the car, looking up to check for cameras. Only one was pointed in his direction, but it looked broken. He snuck around the car, approaching the stranger from behind and then slipped into him. Rein was nowhere to be found, but the man took a deep breath in, face turning pink before he turned to me and relaxed his shoulders. He smiled, pushed down his shorts to show off his ass and continued pumping gas.

"What the - " Before I could finish, the pump thunked and this man continued to finish up at the pump with his shorts down. He closed up the gas tank with a double click of the cap and then turned towards me with a smile.

"So? What do you think? We even?" He pulled his shorts up and then leaned against the car with that same smug look on his face that Rein was wearing earlier. To be honest, I felt a bit of a rush as he looked at me.

"I don't know what to say. That's impressive." I crossed my arms, nodding at him.

"I should give him back, though. I've made my point." He winked at me, turned towards the gas tank and then Rein slipped out of his back. The muscled hunk twitched and shook his head before getting into his car and driving off with a full tank of gas.

"I think we're even." I looked at him and his eyes sparkled a bit as he smiled in my direction.

"We should go out. I think we could have some fun together." Rein spun around on my stool in the studio as I finished up the dress. One of the nice things about my quirk is I could make the materials needed for any missing pieces and last minute details. This made the fabric store useless unless I wanted inspiration. It meant I got to avoid the judgmental quilters and home-sewers who felt they were the pinnacle of fashion in their book clubs and sewing circles. It also means that everything that comes from my sketches was an original.

"I need to finish this." I said, doodling a needle and a spool of thread, filling in the color with a marker and then picking it up off the page.

"Does your quirk have any limits? Like can you draw anything and make it real?" Rein leaned towards me as I stitched the hem and made sure the seams were reinforced.

"I haven't really tried. I don't normally use it for anything other than small things like this. I know that I can't like draw books and have their pages filled with the story I'm thinking of, it normally just comes out blank." I picked a pin out of the fabric and stabbed it into my wrist pin cushion.

"What about money?"

"Everyone always asks me that, but, ow fuck," pushing the needle through the fibers, I felt the sharp end pierce my finger and I looked up at him. "I can make money, but sometimes it can read as fake. Not always though." I sucked my finger, the taste of iron swirling around in my mouth.

"That's awesome. Do you get tired?" He crossed his legs next to me as I finished up the last few stitches. "I only ask because sometimes if I'm inside if someone for a really long time I have to regain all that energy I spent."

"I haven't really, but I also haven't tried anything that might make me tired." I shrugged.

"Like what?"

"I don't know, like a person?" I started putting away my tools, adding the ones I wanted to keep and then crushing the other in my hand as they turned into particles of color and slipped between my fingers.

"I haven't tried that, no. I did accidentally turn one of my drawings as a kid into a real thing, which terrified my parents. That was a crazy way to figure out your son had a quirk." I laughed, stepping back to look at the dress. There was a moment of silence as Rein joined me in looking at the garment I had created.

"It's beautiful." He rocks side to side in the chair.

"Thank you." I blush, looking over at him.

"So, now that your done would you like to go out?" He smiled.

"Fine, but only because I finished early." I chuckled.

The gas station light flickered as a woman approached the older gentleman at the counter and spoke in a warm clear tone, "Hi there, I hope you're having a wonderful evening. Have you seen anything out of the ordinary happening around here?" Her dress swished side to side as she leaned against the counter. The warm smile on her face was sickly sweet and the older gentleman shook his head. After getting nothing from the old man, her smile dropped and she turned away from him to look around the aisles.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" The elderly man coughed.

"I can feel it. They've been here," She sniffed the air like a bloodhound, "two of them.” She turned back to the old man with that sickly sweet grin.

"Ma'am?" His raspy voice struggled.

"I'd like to see your footage for the day," Her smile is frozen as she spoke and her eyes swirled, turning from a brown to a dark purple. The older man stands there dazed and then blankly nods.

"Yes, ma'am." He coughs.

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Daemon: Loose Lid (2)

Updated 6/8/25

I bolted upright from the bed, my heart still racing from the whirlwind night of delving into uncharted territories with Max and his newly acquired body. To say he explored mine would be an understatement we tangled intensely, sheets twisting around us like a storm. Never did I imagine finding myself in such an alien yet fascinating situation, but the insatiable curiosity within me burned fiercely. I left him in a tangle of blankets where his soft snores whispered from the depth of sleep and headed to the kitchen, craving clarity. The robust aroma of coffee filled the room, a comforting embrace as I savored each sip, standing transfixed before the machine. The mug hit the counter with a definitive clink, half-drained, and I was drawn back to the bedroom as if by some magnetic force.

Max's eyes locked onto mine with a mischievous glint, a grin broadening across his face. He shifted to the bed's edge with a fluid grace, peeling his underwear down to reveal the sumptuous curves Dan had painstakingly sculpted. In a blink, his eyes transformed, flickering from their familiar hazel to an electrifying green, the vibrant hue of the creature now steering Dan's form.

"This body craves you." Max growled, a feral hunger in his voice. It wasn't Dan longing for me, but the daemon within him, reveling in human desire.

I was too absorbed in the primal dance unfolding before me to notice the covered jar teetering off the nightstand. It hit the carpet with a heavy thunk, the lid dislodged from Dan's frenzied movements, spinning across the floor as I lunged to intercept it. Max buried his mouth, but Dan was beyond caring, ricocheting wildly off the walls. My eyes tracked the path of the blue ball as it hurtles toward me. I ducked just in time, hearing it ricochet off the wall behind me, then looked up to see it zeroing in on his exposed opening. With an audible pop, the protoplasm vanished between his cheeks, surging into his body Max let out a tortured howl, thrashing against the bedspread, tearing off his shirt in desperation. His chest began to radiate an intense glow, and I dashed to close the curtains, shutting out the invasive sunlight.

Arching his back, Max emerged from his chest, expelled with force, landing on two claw-like feet in front of me. He was massive, still too large for the room, forced to stoop to fit. Meanwhile, Dan regained control, gasping for breath as he faced us, horror etched on his features.

"Dan, don't panic. I know-" I began.

"No! What the hell just happened? What is that?" He recoiled, scrambling off the bed, fleeing into the kitchen, his questions unanswered. In his haste, he sent my half-full cup of coffee crashing to the floor, shards and liquid scattering across the tiles. Max sprang into action, intercepting him at the front door, exhaling a plume of green, soporific breath into his face. Dan crumpled in Max's hold, unconscious, while Max turned to me a questioning look.

"I think it's time we found someone else."

Without a living shell to shield him he was a creature of shadow - exposed to daylight, he'd shrivel and die. So it fell to me to scout for fresh bodies. I'd canvassed every hallway in our complex, but only on candidate truly irked me.

Dan deserved his body, and we weren't going to be using him again. No, my sights were set on Alex - cocky, cruel, and achingly beautiful in that muscle-bound frat-boy way. He flexed empty bravado to mask a slaughter-house intellect. It only took me two light taps on his door before he yanked it open, bare-chested and mid-call.

"Hold on - my weird neighbor's here. I'll call you back." He tapped the phone and held it at his side with a grin. "What's up?"

I cleared my throat. "Hey, Alex. I'm, uh, making breakfast and...can you help me open this jar?"

He rolled his shoulders, veins bulging. "Can't open a jar with those flabby arms?" He flexed, as if the size of his bicep proved his worth to the universe.

"Exactly," I said, feigning frustration. He swaggered past me into the dim apartment. He paused, brow furrowed. "Why's it so dark in here? No wonder people avoid you."

He crept deeper; the door slammed shut behind him. In a heartbeat, Max erupted from the gloom. In is demon-dog form, he was a towering nightmare: muscled haunches quivering, jaw dripping with saliva that hissed as it hit the floor.

Before Alex could scream, Max's massive forepaw clamped around his torso like a vice. With horrifying precision, he sank jagged claws into Alex's sternum. I watched his body give way to the claw and then Max ripped out a slick, pulsing protoplasm.

Alex's eyes rolled back; his body went limp in Max's grip. I knelt, pried open a fresh glass jar, and eased him inside. Teeth bared, Max nudged the lid into place; I twisted it down until the see hissed shut. I slid the jar into my kitchen drawer, heart pounding.

Max leapt off the jar, the daemon hungry for flesh. He advanced, jaws twitching, slather of drool sealing his concentration. Then, with a guttural growl, his spectral head swirled like shadowed smoke above Alex's prone form, sinking into his shell with a terrible suction. Alex's body convulsed violently, skeletal sinew straining as Max flooded in.

Moment later, silence. Alex lay on the floor, limbs stiff. Then he pushed himself upright. I watched as a tremor passed through him, the heat of something alien throttling his veins. He strode to the narrow slit of the window - just enough light spilled in. The neon glare of dusk painted every contour of his sculpted frame. He stretched, spin curving, and every muscle gleamed like molten steel. His eyes ignited a feral green, and I saw Max there - alive in his new vessel.

He felt different, more powerful, more primal. Turning to me, his eyes flashed with a hunger I hadn't seen before. "He's more," he growled, "More than your friend. Bigger. Stronger. More ravenous." His grin was feral, and I was pinned beneath it, my back hitting the sofa as he closed in. He was on me, his lips crushing mine, devouring me in a brutal kiss. My cock throbbed, straining against my briefs until he ripped them away, his hot flesh grinding against mine.

He shed his shorts, and then his scorching ass was engulfing my cock, his hole gripping me like a vice. I gasped, impaled by his heat, as he sank down, consuming every inch of me.

"Fuck!" I roared, clutching him tight, our bodies writhing as I ravaged his mouth. His chiseled chest heaved with each brutal thrust, my fingers clawing at his sweat-slicked back. I was pounding into him now, his body slamming down onto mine, his eyes ablaze with a wild, emerald fire. I seized his throat, forcing him down, using his body, fucking him with a savage intensity. He panted, licking his lips his smile animalistic as I exploded inside him, my cock pulsing as I filled him up.

When my eyes opened, Max was staring down at me, his body impaled on mine, his smirk sending another wave of heat through me. "Fuck, that's good," he groaned, clenching his hole around my cock, milking every last drop from me.

His body glistening with sweat, muscles rippling as he admired his form. He traced his tattoos, his fingers lingering on the ink, and licked the earring in his ear. "Fuck, I like this body," he rasped.

"I like you in it," I growled, grabbing his ass, feeling my cum drip out of him. He shivered, his body alive with sensation.

"Fuck, do that again," he demanded, holding my arms in place. I complied, squeezing harder, a growl tearing from my throat. He shuddered, his eyes rolling back. "Every sensation...it's fucking intense," he panted, his body grinding against mine, his ass slamming back down on my cock, already hard and ready.

"Fuck!" I roared, my body convulsing beneath him.

"Told you," he groaned, his voice a low rumble. "I could fuck you forever." His mouth crashed down on mine, his kiss wet and brutal.

In a shadowy, decrepit office on the outskirts of town, a feeble lamp flickered, casting ominous shadows against the walls. Beneath a chaotic heap of papers, a phone buzzed relentlessly, its vibrations intensifying until it skittered off the desk and crashed hard onto the wooden floor. A hand, groping desperately in the darkness, snatched it up and answered.

"Hello?" The voice was gravelly, tinged with the rawness of an abrupt awakening. He roughly wiped away a viscous trail of drool connecting him to the desk where he's collapsed in exhaustion, an empty glass of potent liquor now diluted by melted ice glared at him accusingly.

"It's the Daemon Ritus. It's been stolen." The voice on the other end shouted frantically over the deafening wail of alarms, and Fred stood frozen, the words sliced through him like a blade.

"Fred? Are you there?" The alarms continued their relentless assault as Fred was rigid, his mind a whirlwind, already conjuring a plan amidst the chaos.

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Napping Roomie

I came home to my roommate closing the fridge wearing nothing but a pair of blue underwear. He did this often, not that I cared. In fact, I actually really enjoyed it. I'd come home to him in a pair of sweatpants, free-balling it with a semi while playing video games and every time he'd make a successful goal or a multi-kill he'd celebrate while that snake pressed against the fabric. Plus, I couldn't complain because he really helped me when I was in a tight spot - offering up his spare room when I couldn't find a place to stay while I was in school.

"Hey man, I was just about to take a nap." He said, walking towards his room.

"No problem, just getting home. I hope it's alright, but I invited someone over in a little."

"No worries, man. I sleep like a rock." He laughed, waving me off and disappearing into his room.

It took thirty minutes for my friend to arrive. Jerry was a larger guy, tall and stocky, and he was my best friend. He brought over some groceries he wasn't using since he mentioned he was going on a trip. Not sure where, figured he'd tell me sooner or later.

"Is Devon here?" He asked, putting more items in the fridge and then some dry goods in the pantry.

"Yeah, he's taking a nap. He looked tired when I came home."

"Oh, sick. I've got something to show you." Jerry walked over to the door and poked his head inside. He closed the door quietly with the biggest shit eating grin I had ever seen.

"What is wrong with you, dude?" I asked with a laugh. He waved me over and I joined him. He started to strip leaving his clothes outside the door before going in. "Hey, what the hell?"

"Shhh, just follow me." He started to creep into the bedroom and I protested with quiet huffs before following him in. We closed the door and could see Devon passed out on his bed. His cock was poking out one leg and then his balls the other. This was enough to make my cock twitch and I felt a warmth at my neck.

"Watch this." Jerry went around the bed and rubbed his hands together before reaching for his cock. I was wide eyed and hard, but frozen in fear and confusion. I watched him pull his thick meat out from his Calvin's and then shove a hand right into the tip. I don't mean like the tip of it, or even a finger, he shoved his whole hand inside. Devon's cock grew hard instantly, his hand making it bulge. His face shifted, turning into slight discomfort, but nothing that was going to wake him up. Then I watched him shove his other hand inside. His arms were suddenly deep inside his cock, the thick rod growing in size as he wriggled his way in. 

"What the fuck?" I gasped.

"Don't worry. He's fine." Jerry whispered. He bent forward, sticking his head between his arms and then pushing his head into his tip. Devon started to writhe, but Jerry kept going. Jumping up and in, his body looked like a cartoon as it expanded his cock and then his body. his stomach bloated, his chest puffed up, even his legs expanded as Jerry disappeared and started pushing himself into each of his limbs. Devon's eyes fluttered and his mouth hung open, a bit of drool coming out as Jerry made his body his home and suddenly it stopped. Devon's musculature returned to the toned sexy body that was napping there before. Devon popped an eye open and that same shit eating grin I had seen on Jerry before appeared on him. 

"What the fuck just happened?" I held my legs together to keep the boner from showing.

"Just a little something I picked up from a witch on the corner." He hopped out of the bed and wobbled once he got to his feet.

"Holy shit this is wild." I said, reaching out and touching him.

"Oh fuck that feels good." Jerry said through Devon, shivering.

"Sorry, I -"

"No. Keep doing it." He pulled my hand close to him and then grabbed my other hand. He pressed them against his chest and I squeezed, feeling the muscular mounds under my palms. Flexing, he pulled me back onto the bed and then wrapped his arms around me, going in for a kiss. I fell to the side, making out with my roommate who was now being controlled by my best friend. I could feel him press against me, the blue underwear slowly being peeled off as I reached down and grabbed a hand full of his plump ass. I couldn't control myself, as we made out I kept pushing myself closer, grinding my hips into him until he was turning around. 

"Fuck me as hard as you want?" He said, reaching back and squeezing his ass. I leaned into him, kissing his back as I aligned the tip of my cock with his hole. I was slow to push into him, my cock head popping in and I could see his back muscles react. 

"Fuck yes." We said in unison as I pushed my whole shaft inside. I let it throb inside, leaning over and laying on him as he was on all fours. He tensed his hole, making me whimper. I pushed myself up, held onto his hips and started thrusting hard. Each slip out and in again felt better than the last and he arched his back in pleasure. Both of us moaned as I slammed myself against him, feeling the euphoric feeling sneak up on me and suddenly I was exploding inside of him. Filling up his hole, we both moaned and the sensation of me busting inside of him caused his cock to erupt, leaving a wet streak along the sheets.

"Holy shit. I didn't think things would feel this crazy inside another person." Jerry said, panting as he rolled over.

"That was amazing." I was also panting, a bit more aggressively from the thrusting.

"I should probably hop out of him. I feel him waking up." Jerry said, jumping up and squatting bit. I watched a hand suddenly appear from his ass, grabbing ahold of his ankles and pulling himself out. The wet squelching was insane as Jerry appeared as his naked self once more. Devon passed out and I pushed him onto the bed. I quickly pushed him into the same position he was in and then met Jerry outside of the door as he was getting ready.

"We should do that again some time." He said, slipping on his shirt.

"Oh, we should do it again and again. that was incredible." I could hear stirring from inside and we ran over to the couch, turning it onto something random. With one final glance at each other, Devon walked out and he had no idea what had just happened between us.

[vengefultakeover]

Should Have Been Faster

I pushed my coworker down on the bed and was unbuttoning his shirt after ripping it out of his waistband. He moaned and pulled my ear to his mouth, saying, "Fuck, I've been waiting all week for this."

"Me too," I grinned, my hands tossing his tie to the side, but it fell down against his open shirt. I stepped back and crossed my arms, looking him over. We had this arrangement where I would pick up some of the work he didn't want to do, and on the weekends, he would let me possess his body. We have been doing it for so long that now he likes taking the passenger seat every week, and it's less of a trade-off for me.

"So you really want this?" I said, standing there.

"Come on dude, you know the deal." He tried pulling me in, but I pulled back.

"Nah, I think you get more out of this than I do now." I smirked.

"No way." He shook his head.

"Yeah, I think we need to change our terms." I pointed at him.

"Can you just get in me please?" He was starting to get irritated leaning back with his tie keeping his shirt around his neck.

"Fine, fine," I rolled my eyes, jumping onto him. I rubbed my hands together before pushing my whole weight onto his chest. His head fell back, and he was moaning as his skin absorbed me. I rippled into him, his muscles tightening as he grinned. The feeling of ecstasy made it much easier to slip my limbs into his. My legs disappeared inside, and his body bulged out in areas as I slid my body into a comfortable position inside of him. He opened his eyes and gasped as I kicked out what I called his essence. It was something like his spirit or his consciousness, invisible and floating without a body now that I inhabited his.

"Every time it feels amazing." He said. It was easy to smile as the rush of possessing him tingled along my borrowed skin. My cock twitched as I looked up at the for of the original owner of this body. He liked to watch, admiring what he had done to keep his body in shape as I enjoyed it. I would sometimes jump inside and then he would allow me to invite someone over, using his body in ways he never intended.

"And you feel so good every time." My abs tightened when I brushed my fingers over them, lightely tracing them before I slithered my fingers around my hard manhood. I felt it pulsing in my grip, stroking and moaning. I was putting on a show, flexing and moaning like I was doing this for views. A pornstar exaggerating the sounds of his pleasure for those that enjoyed a passionate moan. Each stroke sent a rush of feeling throughout my body, and the closer I got the edge the more I was feeling myself detach from him. This is what I liked doing, entering him and then once I use his cock I let myself get kicked out. I'm actually quite good at keeping control through the pleasure, but there was something about exiting his body and leaving it limp as he leaks out the load I milked out.

"Fuck you're gonna cum." He was floating above me.

"Fuck yeah." I liked that he knew, that he could see how his body would react to my touch and realizing I was about to bust. Just as I felt the shivers of pleasure, I released, my load landing all over his abs as I squeezed myself out of him. I popped right out, a burst of energy as I landed on my feet right in front. His body went limp with his hand tight around his cock. He laughed as he looked at me.

"I should try to get in you like this." He laughed.

"You better hurry before - " I pointed towards the window and in came a large burly essence. It was another spirit of some sort, one that must have been watching. There was just enough time for the large ghost to dive into his body, a bright light emitting from his chest before a random ghost took control.

"Holy, it worked!" He looked down at himself, his hands sliding over his muscles and his fingers becoming slick from my load. 

"What the fuck?" My co-worker tried to get back inside his own body, but it was too late for him.

"You should have been faster." The guy said, looking up at the spirit of the real owner and then over to me.

"Hm. Interesting." I said, stepping closer.

"Wait!" He stopped me just as I was getting ready to kick him out.

"Dude, what are you doing? Kick him out and let me back in!" The spirit was floating behind me now, begging me to get his body back.

"What if you let me keep him and I become your personal little slut." The large ghost now inhabiting the body of my coworker reached out and cupped my bulge. I felt it pulse as he squeezed. I was squinting at him as the all of the possible outcomes of this situation flashed before my eyes, all of them making me lean towards letting this random spirit keep this body. 

"Are you really thinking about it?" My co-worker was getting agitated.

"Anything you want, I can make it happen." The stranger was unzipping my fly and slipping his fingers inside. I reached out, jamming my fingers into his abs and making him gasp as he felt himself getting kicked out, but just as he looked afraid I went in and made out with him. 

"What the fuck?" My co-worker was trying desperately to get back inside, his essence bouncing off his body.

"That kind of tickes." The stranger said, going back into the kiss.

"It's just a little fun. Stick around and watch or maybe there is someone out there willing to let you in." I looked up at the spirit of my co-worker, grinning evily with his real body being inhabited by some other ghost. I was grinding against him when the ghost pushed me off.

"I'm all yours." He said, his eyes full of lust.

I got close to his ear, my breath hot against his skin, and said, "He's all yours. But you are all mine." I reached down and squeezed his cock, making him squirm underneath me as I was pushing myself against him. The essence of my co-worker was gone, having desperately gone out into the world to find something to inhabit. This new arrangement was definitely going to lean in my favor.

[vengefultakeover]

Astral Fun

My eyes were closed as I sat on the sofa. I had taken up meditating as part of my mental health routine. I would take a few moments to myself and hopefully block out the world as much as possible. A recentering. It was also the best way to make sure that my astral form stayed inside my current host.

My roommate yelled at his phone in the other room and I opened one eye from the disturbance and looked over in the direction of the noise. My eyes were shaded by the brim of my ball cap. With a smirk, I decided I wanted to have a little bit of fun with the few days off I had from work. I closwed my eyes, concentrating on my breath until I felt light. I blinked and I was suddenly looking down at my old body, empty. I had come across this body, when it was in the hospital. I had gone in for a check up, thinking I might find someone special to have a bit of fun in. I ended up findin a new body. His spirit left after the monitor flatlined and I decided to take up residency permanently, leaving my old life behind and sculpting a new one with this body.

I left it there, dormant and empty. My mouth hung open slightly. I flew through the bedroom door and peered inside, finding my roommate on his phone and scrolling through TikTok. I was grinning as he laughed at something scrolling through his field of vision and thend ducked down underneath his arms. I slipped my fingers into his palm and he dropped his phone with gasp, tugging his hand away from me.

"What the fuck?" He said, massaging it. I put my whole hand inside of his and then curled myself around him. I was sucked into his body and he gasped as I took over. One quick twitch and his cute body was mine. I took a quick glance along my body before heading back out into the living room to find my old body there with its mouth agape. I walked in front of it, pulling down on my shorts and squeezing my flaccid cock. It started to harden as I played with it, flicking it around and pushing my tongue along it. My empty body still sat there with a blank face and a baseball cap. I pushed myself over and let my cock flop as I took off my roommates shorts for him. I positioned myself above my old cock and let myself squeeze down. Clumps of sofa were crushed between my fingers, pleasure mixed with pain as my body took my old cock in.

"There we go." I moan with a smile as I feel my ass suddenly full. I started bouncing, my hand holding onto my black tank top. I was riding myself, feeling the sensations of my roommates body.

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"Holy fuck I feel good." I was panting and I pinched my nipple. Maybe a little to hard. Without even thinking about it, I pushed my form out of my roommates body and back into my own. I gasped as I came to life, spinning my roommates body around before gripping the sides of the sofa and fucking him while he was on top of me. His eyes were foggy, a side effect of a quick exit and he continued to let me fuck him slack jawed.

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I hopped back into him, feeling my cock settle below me, but still pulsing inside of my roommate hole. Every time I could feel the pleasure building I would hop into the other body. Passing between the limited space between us until I was exploding inside of my roommates hole. I gripped his legs and thrust so hard I thought I might break him. Then, just as I felt my cock stop leaking, I jumped out of my body and into his to finish off his cock.

Spinning on myself I looked down at my dazed body and kissed it. I spun again, this time hopping off of myself and returning this body to where it was when I found it. I flew from his body back out to the living room and found myself comfortable inside of my skin again. Moments later, my roommate came out of his room while tending to a sore head. He was staring me down as he took a spot next to me. When he didn't say anything I decided to speak.

"Are you alright?" I asked, pretending not to know I just used him like a toy.

"Can we do that again?" He asked. This took me by surprise. I stared at him and thought I might have misheard.

"Sorry?" I tilted my head.

"Whatever you just did felt amazing. I want to do it again." His cock was chubbing up and I started to feel myself get hard too. With a smile, I detached myself from my body and jumped right back into him. No resistance, just pleasure. Who knew I'd find someone who'd enjoy it so much?

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Fighting to Fit

The two ghosts were pushing against each other as they flew through the city. They had discussed who they wanted to dive into and the conversation turned from a fun selection to both of them wanting the same flesh. The two friends died in an accident, leaving them to be friends in the after life. The target they were very racing to was their old neighbor, Vinny.

"He's mine! I said him first." Ronnie threw an aggressive punch and even though it landed against his best friend Frankie's cheek it didn't hurt him. Instead they were wrestling in middair, spinning as their arms grappled each other. They were going so fast they were plowing through buildings, phasing through the brick and the plaster until they reappeared on the other side still throwing punches. When they finally reached their old building they stopped fighting each other and flew through the sixth story window right into Vinny's apartment.

"Got him!" Ronnie arrived in the bedroom first and was diving right in. Vinny was in bed, naked, and now squirming as he felt Ronnie's ghost invading his body through his cock. Ronnie's head popped into the tip of Vinny's cock and he reached for it, grabbing it and trying to pull the invisible force out of it. The ghost slurped in nicely, Vinny's cock bulging against his grip until the last of his ghostly form disappeared inside. Late to the part, Frankie threw himself into his mouth, making his lips expand and his cheeks puff out until Frankie's ghostly body was shoving its way down Vinny's throat. The big guy was gurgling as the two ghost forced themselves inside of him until his stomach was bloated and his cock was throbbing. They both were fully inside, making Vinny feel full.

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"Dude, get out. I was here first." Ronnie took over first, his arm twitching to the side and his cock spurting out a bit of his own horny load.

"No way! I said I wanted him first." Frankie lurched into control and said this before hungrily looking down at himself. Then Vinny's eyes rolled back and his stomach started to vibrate as the two of them fought inside of him. His cock was bouncing as Ronnie and Frankie were trying to force the other one out. His arms would punch the air and his chest would puff out while they wrestled. He would jiggle and then turn over until his ass was sticking up. Frankie finally pushed as hard as he could and Ronnie was squeezing out of his hole with a wet bubbling sound until Frankie was groaning as he took control.

"No fair!" Ronnie complained.

"Ah, that feels good." Frankie was lifting his hands up over his head and looking up at his friend.

"Well, you look good. I knew he would be fun to be inside of." Ronnie rolled his eyes.

"Why don't you take over that cute guy in the next apartment and then you can join in here." Frankie was squeezing his cock, shivering as he adjust inside of it. With a quick thrust he felt his cock slip inside and it chubbed up even more.

"Fuck, fine. But we get to switch while we use them." Frankie was grinning before he disappeared through the wall. Ronnie focused on his body, touching it up, feeling the massive amount of flesh he had at his disposal. He even felt his load churning inside him, waiting to be used on the other possessed stud that would join him and the two of them would take turns slipping in and out of each others acquisitions until they had used heir cocks up.