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The 4400: Being Tom Baldwin

(AI Generated - Inspired by the sci-fi TV-series “The 4400”. I remember I grew up watching the series, and developing a deep crush on the handsome actor Joel Gretsch, imagining some super powered criminal using their ability to steal his identity. This is my attempt at fulfilling that dream! Anyone else watch this TV-series back in the day? /Verus)

The year was 1998 when my life ended, or so it felt. One moment, I was a nobody, a lanky, aimless 33-year-old drifting through Seattle’s gray streets, scraping by on odd jobs, nursing a secret I barely admitted to myself: a hunger to be someone else, someone bold, someone whole. The next, I was gone, snatched by a blinding light, one of the 4400 stolen from time. When they spat us back into 2004, Seattle was a stranger, and so was I. 

We were branded “returnees,” each gifted or cursed with an ability from our unseen abductors. Some got flashy powers: telekinesis, healing, visions of the future. Mine was subtler, slipperier, a thief’s dream: body-switching. A touch, a pulse of intent, and I could slide into another’s skin, feel their pulse, and wear their flesh like a tailored suit. It was intimate, invasive, and it fed a craving I’d carried since I was a kid, staring at stronger boys in the locker room, yearning to shed my own frail shell for theirs.

The 4400 were chaos incarnate, a puzzle the government scrambled to solve. The National Threat Assessment Command (NTAC) herded us into quarantine, probing our powers, our motives. I hated it: the sterile rooms, the suspicious stares, the way they made me feel like an abomination of humanity. 

Pale, scrawny, with stringy hair and a voice that wavered, I was nothing. My life before had been a string of one-night stands with men who never called back, a closet I’d cracked open but never stepped through. I wanted permanence, an identity to claim, a life that mattered. Then I saw him: Tom Baldwin and his partner Diana, NTAC agent, striding through the quarantine’s chaos like a king commanding his court.

Tom was everything I wasn’t. Tall, lean, pushing 50 but carved from years of fieldwork, he moved with an older man’s confidence, every step deliberate. His blond hair, short and sun-kissed, caught the light, framing a square jaw dusted with stubble. His piercing blue eyes sliced through the room, missing nothing, and his suit, stretched tight over a muscled chest, hinted at the body beneath: fit, strong, a man’s man.

His gravelly voice barked orders, calming the crowd, and I was hooked. Not just desire, though that burned hot. I didn’t want to fuck him. I wanted to be him: his badge, his purpose, his life.

My obsession grew slowly, a fire stoked by stolen glimpses. I’d linger outside NTAC’s Seattle office, a ghost in the crowd, watching Tom debrief returnees with that commanding tone. On weekends, I’d trail him to the waterfront, his jogs a ritual I memorized. His sweat-soaked shirt clung to his broad shoulders, smooth chest peeking through the open collar, his lean legs pumping with effortless power. I’d camp outside his apartment, hidden in shadows, peering through blinds as he moved inside: shaving that rugged jaw, sipping whiskey in boxers, sprawling on his couch with a masculinity I could only dream of. 

Tom had it all: a badge that opened doors, a son and ex who adored him despite the divorce, a nephew, Kyle, who idolized him. Me? I was a shadow, a 4400 freak with a power that let me taste other lives but never keep them. Tom was my opposite: unshakable, authoritative, the embodiment of control. I spent months worshipping his blond, fit, older body, and I burned for it: his identity, his everything.

The first real swap was a test, a perverse rehearsal. I planned it meticulously, my heart pounding as I stood outside NTAC one gray afternoon. I’d popped a sedative earlier, not enough to knock me out, just enough to dull my senses, to make my body a trap for Tom’s mind. The pill left me woozy, my steps unsteady, but I pushed through the crowd, spotting Tom in his tailored suit, badge clipped to his belt. His blond hair glinted under the fluorescent lights, his lean frame cutting through the chaos with purpose. 

I bumped into him, feigning a stumble, my hand grazing his wrist, power surging like a live wire. The world tilted, and I was in: Tom’s body, tall and solid, a rush of heat and strength flooding me.

I blinked, settling into him. His hands, big and rough with blond hair dusting the knuckles, flexed on instinct. His suit hugged me, the fabric crisp against his lean frame, and I inhaled his scent: clean deodorant, musky armpit, pure Tom. 

I glanced back, seeing my own body, pale, scrawny, eyes glazed from the sedative, stumble. Tom, trapped in it, opened his mouth to shout, but the drug hit hard. 

“What… the hell…” he slurred, voice thin and panicked, before his knees buckled.

He crumpled to the floor, out cold, and I acted fast. Using Tom’s strength, I scooped my old body up, muttering to onlookers, “He’s one of the 4400, needs help.” No one questioned the badge, the suit, the man they saw as Tom Baldwin.

I carried him to a janitor’s closet, locking the door. My old body slumped against the wall, Tom’s mind locked in a drugged haze, and I had time, time to explore. 

I strode to a bathroom, Tom’s boots clicking, and locked myself in a stall. My hands tore at his suit, buttons popping, revealing that powerful chest I’d dreamed of. Blond dusting of hair spread across his pecs, thin and soft, trailing down to tight abs. I ran my fingers through them, slow and greedy, feeling the muscle beneath, the warmth of his skin. His armpit scent hit me, fresh yet primal, and I buried my face there, inhaling deep, dizzy with lust.

“Fuck, Tom,” I groaned, his gravelly voice echoing off the tiles.

I stepped to the sink, facing the mirror. Tom’s face stared back: blond hair mussed from my touch, blue eyes wild with my hunger, stubble glinting under the harsh light. I leaned closer, tracing his jaw, feeling the grit of his beard, my lips curling into his smirk. My hands dropped lower, unzipping his trousers, freeing his cock: heavy, thick, framed by blond curls. I gripped it, stroking slow, savoring its weight, its heat, as it swelled in my hand, my eyes locked on his reflection.

As I pumped faster, a jolt hit me, not just pleasure but something deeper. Flashes of Tom’s life erupted in my mind, vivid and unbidden. I froze, shocked, realizing the truth: the more intense the sensation in a borrowed body, like an orgasm, the more I could unlock its memories, its essence, making it easier to impersonate my host. 

My hand sped up, and the visions poured in: Tom’s NTAC training, hand-to-hand combat in a gym, his body slick with sweat; interrogating 4400 suspects, his voice sharp and commanding; his failed marriage, bitter fights with his ex, Linda, her tears as he walked away; lonely nights in his apartment, jerking off in bed, his grip tight and practiced.

I adjusted my hold on his cock, fingers shifting instinctively, mimicking that memory, and gasped. I was jerking Tom’s cock exactly as he liked it, muscle memory guiding me, the pleasure so raw, so perfect, it overwhelmed me. His life was mine to steal, piece by piece.

The intensity built, my hand a blur, visions of Tom’s solitary nights merging with my own. I saw him sprawled on his sheets, blond hair damp, his hairy chest heaving as he worked himself, and I matched it, stroking harder, my other hand clawing his thighs, pinching his nipples.

“Tom, you’re wasting your life” I moaned, his voice breaking, the pleasure too much, the memories too vivid. “but I could make you so much better!” I couldn’t hold it, my thoughts and his powerful body, a furnace of desire, and I came, a shattering climax.

Cum erupted, hot and thick, splattering the stall, and I’d moan his name, my stolen voice low and rough. I scooped it up, licking it off my fingers, tasting him: salty, sharp, mine.

I cleaned up, rebuttoned his suit, and swapped back just as my old body stirred in the closet. Tom woke confused, rubbing his head, muttering about losing time. I played the concerned returnee, and he never suspected.

That taste wasn’t enough. I needed permanence. For months, I stalked him deeper, my obsession a living thing. I’d tail him to dive bars, watching him sip beer off-duty, tie loose, shirt unbuttoned to tease that smooth chest. I’d study his routines: NTAC briefings, jogs, late nights at his apartment, planning my move. 

My own life frayed; I barely ate, barely slept, consumed by visions of Tom’s body, his badge, his life. I jerked off nightly to stolen memories of his skin, his scent, his power, but it only sharpened my hunger. I needed him forever...

—

One rainy night, I struck. Tom was at a dive bar, nursing a beer, his dress shirt open enough to show that perfect chest. I approached, playing the desperate 4400. “Agent Baldwin? Please help me! My ability’s out of control.”

His blue eyes narrowed, but he grunted, ever the hero, and offered to drive me to NTAC. In his car, I suddenly grabbed his wrist, power flaring, and instantly swapped us. My mind slammed into his body, a wave of heat and strength, while his jolted into mine, dazed and disoriented.

I blinked, adjusting to him: taller, leaner, solid. His hands gripped the wheel, big and calloused, blond hair dusting the knuckles. I flexed them, grinning at the power in every twitch.

“What the hell?” he rasped from my old body, voice weak and panicked. I glanced over, seeing my former self: pale, scrawny, forgettable, staring with Tom’s confusion. 

“Relax,” I said, his deep voice smooth, “it’s temporary.” 

A lie.

I drove to his apartment, adjusting myself constantly as an excuse to feel his muscles shift under his clothes, the shirt brushing his nipples.

Inside, I locked the door. He stumbled, demanding answers, still reeling in my old shell. I ignored him, peeling off his jacket, then his shirt, exposing the body I’d coveted for months. Broad shoulders, a powerful chest with a light dusting of blond hair, abs firm from years of work. I ran my hands over it, slow and possessive, savoring the coarse curls, the heat of his skin, the musky armpit scent rising sharp and clean.

“Stop that!” he barked, lunging at me in his stolen body. I shoved him back, his strength mine now, and pinned him to the wall, relishing the reversal.

“You don’t get it,” I growled, his voice rumbling in my throat. “Your body and life belong to me now.”

He fought, but he was weak in my old frame. I grabbed his throat, my throat now, and squeezed, Tom’s biceps flexing as his air cut off. His eyes widened, blue but trapped in my pale face, and he clawed at me, gasping, “Please…” 

He went limp, unconscious, and I tied him up with his own belt and a curtain cord, gagging him for good measure. My old body slumped, Tom’s mind locked inside, and I turned to the mirror, shedding the rest of his clothes.

Pants hit the floor, revealing Tom: naked, magnificent. Thick, hairy thighs, a heavy cock swinging between them, blond curls framing it. I gripped it, stroking slow, feeling it thicken in my hand: his hand. His scent, clean deodorant laced with musky sweat, filled my lungs, intoxicating. 

“Fuuck, Tom,” I moaned, his timbre echoing off the walls, “your body feels so good!”

I jerked harder, other hand roaming: tugging at the powerful pecs, pinching nipples, clawing at the meat of his ass. He stirred behind me, muffled groans through the gag, and I smirked, his smirk, watching him watch me defile his body. 

Cum erupted, thick spurts across his stomach, matting the blond hair. I scooped it up, licking it slow, tasting him: bitter, salty, mine.

I couldn’t keep him here. He’d ruin everything. So I acted. I dressed myself in Tom’s clothes, perfectly tailored to my body, and dragged him to his car, Tom’s strength making it easy. I drove through the night, rain lashing the windshield, crossing state lines to a corrupt rundown asylum in Idaho I’d researched. Tom woke halfway, thrashing against the bonds, screaming through the gag, but no one heard. At dawn, I pulled up, flashing Tom’s badge, my badge now. 

“Agent Tom Baldwin, NTAC,” I said, his voice calm and authoritative. “This man’s a maniac and a danger to society. He’s completely unstable and claims he’s me. I suggest you diagnose him with Dissociative Identity Disorder and lock him up for good!”

They bought it. Tom, in my old body, was dragged inside, still shouting, “I’m the real Tom Baldwin!”

The staff nodded, sedatives ready, dismissing him as delusional. I signed the papers with Tom’s signature, practiced for weeks, and left, never looking back. He’d rot there, drugged and forgotten, while I claimed his life. I drove back to Seattle, the sun rising over the Cascades, Tom’s blue eyes reflecting a world now mine.

—

Back in his apartment, my apartment, I shed his clothes, the shirt stiff with dried sweat, the suit crumpled from the long drive. I cranked the shower, steam filling the small bathroom, and stepped under the spray, hot water cascading over Tom’s body. His blond hair darkened, slick against his scalp, and I ran my hands through it, feeling the coarse strands. I lathered his smooth chest, fingers brushing the nipples, the soap suds trailing down his tight abs, his strong thighs.

I explored every inch: his broad shoulders, knotted from tension; his lean biceps, flexing as I scrubbed; his heavy cock, thickening under my touch. I lingered there, stroking slow, testing its weight, its heat, moaning softly in Tom’s gravelly voice. The shower was a baptism, washing away the last traces of my old self, sealing me in his skin.

I toweled off, droplets clinging to his powerful chest, and stood before the mirror, Tom’s reflection a vision of power: blond hair tousled, blue eyes fierce, stubble sharp against his jaw. I flexed his arms, watching the muscle shift, then lifted an arm, burying his nose in his pit, the musky scent grounding me.

Naked, I sprawled across his bed, the sheets cool against his warm skin, and surrendered to the hunger. I gripped his cock, stroking it firm, my other hand roaming: rubbing his hairy calves, squeezing his thick quads, then slipping lower. I moaned, Tom’s voice deep and raw, “Fuuuck, you’re so tight, Tom,” as I slid two fingers into his ass, the tight warmth clenching around them, a new spark of pleasure igniting.

I worked myself furiously, fingers pumping, cock throbbing under my palm, the intensity unlocking more memories, vivid as dreams. I saw Tom briefing NTAC, his voice steady as he outlined a 4400 case, agents hanging on his words; bantering with Diana in the office, her laugh warm as he teased her about her coffee; hugging Kyle tight, his nephew’s arms around his waist, a rare moment of family. 

The sensations deepened, my fingers curling inside, and another memory hit, sharp and intimate: Tom that morning, showering in this same apartment, steam thick, his hands lathering his body, then dressing in his perfect suit, adjusting the tie, inspecting himself in the mirror with a nod of approval. I saw his reflection as he did, his blond hair perfect, his blue eyes confident, his body a weapon of authority. That image, so vivid, so him, broke me.

“Oh Tom, your body is fucking perfect!” I gasped, his voice cracking, and came fiercely, a tidal wave of cum, hot and thick, splattering my chest, matting his blond hair, soaking the sheets.

I lay there, a shuddering mess, sweat drenching Tom’s body, my body now. His post-orgasm haze wrapped me in him, his musky scent heavy in the air, his memories settling into my mind like keys to a kingdom. I licked the cum from my fingers, tasting him, and knew I was ready. I’d claimed Tom Baldwin in every way, his life mine to live, his perfect body mine to wield. I drifted, sprawled on his bed, the sheets damp, feeling invincible, prepared to step into his world tomorrow.

—

The months that followed were a perverse paradise. I lived as Tom Baldwin, my new life a seamless performance. I wore his suits, his badge, his authority, striding into NTAC with his blond hair neat, his blue eyes sharp. Diana clapped my shoulder, Kyle called me “Uncle Tom,” and I owned it, his grin my mask. But the nights were where I truly reveled, exploring the power of Tom’s body and badge in ways I’d only dreamed.

One evening, I leaned into it, testing the limits of my stolen identity. NTAC’s after-hours were quiet, but a few agents lingered, drawn to Tom’s charisma like moths to a flame. I’d noticed their glances: Agent Torres, a broad-shouldered man with a sly smile, and Agent Larson, a sharp-eyed woman whose gaze lingered on Tom’s chest. I invited them for drinks at a bar near NTAC, playing the charming Tom Baldwin, my badge glinting on my belt. Torres clapped my back, his hand lingering, and Larson smirked, her fingers brushing my arm. 

“You’re different, Baldwin, but better,” she teased, and I grinned, Tom’s grin, leaning into the role.

We ended up at my apartment, Tom’s apartment, whiskey flowing, the air thick with tension. I stood, loosening my tie, unbuttoning my shirt to reveal that powerful chest, blond curls catching the dim light. Larson’s eyes widened, Torres bit his lip, and I felt Tom’s power surge through me. 

“You ever wonder what it’s like with an NTAC agent?” I asked, his gravelly voice low, teasing. 

They didn’t hesitate. Larson’s slim hands found my pecs, fingers fondling my pecs, while Torres pressed against me, his beard grazing my stubble. I guided them to the bedroom, Tom’s strength effortless as I shed my suit, badge clinking on the nightstand.

Naked, I was a god. Tom’s lean body gleamed: hairy thighs, heavy cock swinging, blond curls framing it. Torres knelt, his mouth hot and eager, taking me deep as I groaned, Tom’s voice rumbling. Larson straddled me, her nails raking my chest, and I thrust into her, relishing the heat, the control. I switched between them, fucking Torres against the headboard, his moans muffled, then Larson on her back, her gasps sharp as I pounded, Tom’s cock thick and relentless. My hands roamed: tugging my own muscular pecs, inhaling my musky armpit scent, savoring every sensation. 

Cum erupted twice that night, first in Larson’s mouth, then across Torres’s stomach, matting my blond hair as I collapsed, spent, their bodies tangled with mine. Torres left at dawn while Larson stayed for some post-sex cuddles, no questions, just satisfied smiles, and I lay in Tom’s bed, his sweat and musk all over me, knowing I’d claimed his life in every way.

—

Then came the cure. A few months later, the NTAC cracked the 4400 secret: a serum to strip our powers, restore order. Returnees lined up, eager for normalcy, but I panicked. I realized my power was my weakness; one slip, one swap, and I’d lose Tom, his body, his life. I couldn’t risk it.

Late one night, I broke into NTAC’s lab, heart pounding in Tom’s lean chest. The serum glowed blue in its vial, a faint promise of freedom or ruin. I swiped it, drove home, and drew a bath, syringe in hand. Across the room, his reflection stared back in the bathroom mirror: rugged, blond, stubble sharp, blue eyes fierce.

I jabbed the needle into his arm, plunger down, a cold rush spreading through his veins. It hit fast: a tingling wave, then a hollow ache, like a cord snapping inside. My power vanished. I reached for it, that familiar spark, but found nothing. I was locked in Tom’s flesh, no way out.

His hands flexed, permanent now, his musky scent baked into my pores. I grinned, his grin, my grin. 

“No more playing pretend,” I muttered, voice low and final. “You’re mine forever, Tom.”

I ran my hands over his smooth chest, feeling the muscle, the reality of him, and laughed: a deep, triumphant rumble. I’d given up everything, my body, my life, my powers, to become him. No longer a 4400, I was NTAC agent Tom Baldwin, hunting and investigating others like me, my days filled with purpose, my nights with the perverse joy of his skin. Tom was gone, silenced in that asylum, and I lived his life, wore his body, reveled in his everything, forever.

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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.

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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 Mad Scientist's Bet - Leon Draisaitl

(A 5.5k words collaboration of AI-edited story + Original writing by the amazing @mrcavanaughtf! Be sure to check out his blog and Patreon for some incredible stories!)

The Edmonton Oilers’ arena thrummed with anticipation, the air thick with the scent of ice and sweat as fans poured in for a pivotal playoff game. Leon Draisaitl, the team’s German-born superstar, was the center of it all. At 6’2” and 209 pounds, his muscular frame moved with a predator’s grace, his broad shoulders and chiseled abs a testament to years of relentless training. His dark brown hair, swept back and slightly damp, framed piercing hazel eyes that gleamed with unshakable confidence. A square jaw, often dusted with playoff scruff, gave him a rugged, almost cinematic handsomeness. As he laced up his skates in the locker room, his cocky smirk was unmistakable.

“It’s all mental,” he boasted to a teammate, tapping his temple. “Willpower and focus. This body? Just a tool. Anyone could do what I do if they adopted my mindset.”

The more seasoned of his teammates chuckled at his narcissism, but they couldn’t deny his brilliance—52 goals in the 2024-25 season, the Maurice “Rocket” Richard Trophy, and a legacy as one of the NHL’s greatest. His ego had been earned, to say the least, and there were more than a few guys in the Oilers locker room that were secretly envious of him and the wealth of success he’d enjoyed. The team’s rookies hung off of his every word, desperate to soak up any nuggets of wisdom he might bless them with.

Meanwhile, out in the arena stands, Henry, a 31-year-old fan, watched the team’s on-ice warm ups with an intensity that burned hotter than devotion. His frail 5’8” frame, sunken cheeks, and thinning blond hair made him invisible in the crowd, but his obsession with Leon was a dark, pulsating force. For years, Henry had devoured every game, every interview, memorizing Leon’s plays with a scholar’s precision. Something about the German athlete captivated him beyond belief, gripping him with the strength of a thousand men and only tightening its grip with every new thing Henry learned about him. It was as if Leon had somehow imprinted upon Henry; crazy as it sounded, he knew that he was destined to cross paths with his celebrity crush sooner rather than later.

His fixation had spiraled into something perverse months ago when Henry had bribed a janitor to sneak into the Oilers’ locker room, stealing a sweat-soaked jersey from Leon’s stall. Night after night since then, he’d bury his face in the fabric and breathe in deeply, inhaling the musky, intoxicating scent of his idol while stroking himself, whispering Leon’s name in a fevered mantra. He was wearing that stolen jersey tonight, silently relishing in the knowledge that while every other fan in the stands would be wearing a store-bought jersey, he alone could claim possession of the real thing. It was of course considerably baggy around his diminutive frame, especially when compared to its original broad-shouldered and barrel-chested owner, but it was absolutely his most prized possession. He’d even had apprehension about wearing it to the game, terrified that some other fan might spill their drink onto it and wash away Leon’s still-lingering scent. Still, the thought of being so close to Leon while wearing it was simply too arousing for him to resist. He’d been half-hard ever since entering the arena.

Henry’s envy and desire had become a twisted knot, and tonight, clutching a stolen VIP pass, he would be closer to the ice than ever, his heart pounding with a mix of adoration and resentment. He was already fantasizing about making eye contact with Leon and his crush - against all odds - being reciprocated. Sure, Leon had a long term girlfriend that he showed off at NHL red carpet events (she was probably up in the WAGs box at that very moment, waiting for the game to begin just as he was) but Henry never paid her much attention. He knew deep within his wretched soul that he and Leon were fated to be together, one way or another. The thought of him and Leon making it onto the jumbotron’s kiss-cam awoke butterflies in his stomach. He’d be the envy of every single girl and gay guy in not just Edmonton but Germany too!

Unbeknownst to both men, they were fated to become pawns in a sinister game orchestrated by Dr. Elias Voss, a disgraced sports scientist with a gaunt face and wild, sunken eyes. Exiled from academia for his persistent unethical experiments, Voss had become obsessed with proving that physicality and genetics, not mentality and willpower, shaped destiny. He despised athletes like Leon, who credited their minds over their bodies, and saw Henry (who Voss had found through a Leon Draisaitl fanpage Henry ran) as the perfect counterpoint—a pathetic fan with an obviously submissive mentality and whose devotion bordered on madness. 

In his underground lab, Voss had perfected a neural transfer device, a tangle of wires and glowing electrodes designed with a sole purpose: to swap consciousnesses. His scientist peers had told him that it couldn’t be done; they’d laughed behind his back and sometimes even to his face. Nobody had offered him support when the university he lectured at fired him and the research grants dried up. None of that mattered now though. They wouldn’t be laughing when he proved them all wrong. 

Getting the two men down to his lab was more of a challenge than the work that had gone into developing the neural transfer device. He’d eventually been forced to pay a quite large sum of money to hire two men off the dark web willing to kidnap the hockey superstar. They got their hands on Draisaitl as he attempted to avoid the crowds by entering the arena through a back alley, silencing his protests with chloroform and hiding him in a laundry trolley that they then transported down to Voss’ lab hidden through a secret door in the arena’s basement. Henry, loitering near the VIP entrance, had been much easier to capture through the promise of a fake “meet-and-greet” with his idol, only to feel a needle prick his neck the moment they were out of view of the public.

Now that all the pieces were in their correct places, Dr. Voss’ experiment could finally begin…

—

A short while later, in Voss’s dimly lit lab, Leon slowly regained consciousness. He knew immediately that something was very wrong: he was strapped down to a steel table and definitely not in the Oilers locker room where he was supposed to be. The German hockey player’s muscular arms strained against the restraints and his hazel eyes blazed with fury as he searched for the someone to blame for his current situation.

Henry, trembling with a mix of fear and exhilaration, was bound beside him, his frail body dwarfed by the cold metal. Each man had part of the neural transfer device fastened to their skulls like harsh and unforgiving crowns. Their crowns were linked to each other by a series of wires, as well as to a computer terminal a short distance away.

Voss walked from his spot at the terminal to his patients and loomed over them. His voice was a venomous hiss when he finally spoke: “So good of you to join us, Mr Draisaitl.”

“You’re going to fucking regret this,” Leon seethed. He recognized the middle-aged man as a sports scientist that the Oilers medical team had consulted with on the regular some years prior. The last he’d heard there had been some scandal and the Oilers had cut ties with him. “You’re gonna spend the rest of your miserable life in prison!”

Voss just laughed. “Maybe,” he admitted. “Maybe not. You don’t know what I have planned for the pair of you yet.”

“The pair--” The crown on Leon’s head severely affected how much he could twist his neck to the side, so he could only just make out the fact there was somebody beside him, also strapped down and clearly panicking. “You must be fucking stupid if you think you can get away with whatever it is you’re planning. I’m a goddamn NHL superstar, people will notice if I go missing!”

“Ah, there’s the ego! Yes, the self-made superstar. We should all bow down before you, hm?” His cruel laughter echoed around the room. Leon’s blood boiled. Henry, meanwhile, was attempting to shuffle on the metal table to get a better look at his idol, to absolutely no avail. He couldn’t believe he was finally so close to Leon, alarming circumstances be damned! 

“You, Draisaitl, think your mind makes you a god,” Voss continued in sneering fashion as he leaned in close to adjust the neural transfer device around Leon’s head. “You claim anyone could match you with your ‘willpower.’ Let’s test that. I’ll put this wretched fan’s consciousness in your perfect body and see who wins tonight’s game.”

Leon laughed, his square jaw tightening, his voice dripping with disdain. “You’re deranged. Do you hear yourself? Talking about-- what, switching our bodies? You’re absolutely insane.” Voss didn’t say anything, instead pulling his thin lips into a tight smile that sent a shiver down Leon’s spine. The hockey player didn’t believe there was any truth to what the mad scientist said - how could there be? Body swaps? C’mon, that was the stuff of trashy sci-fi books! - yet there was the slightest seed of doubt springing to life inside him. “This loser can’t touch me, even if he’s in my body. He doesn’t have my mind. He’ll choke under pressure. I’d bet my career he can’t outplay me or win the game.”

Voss’s lips curled even further into a sadistic smile, his eyes glinting with malice. “A bet, then. If the fan wins, you stay swapped—forever. If he fails, I’ll reverse it. I’ll even turn myself into the police. Do we have a deal?”

“You’re fucking insane,” Leon repeated. There was the slightest hint of fear in his voice, which was a rarity for the typically brash and boastful hockey player.

“Ah, not feeling so confident all of a sudden?” Voss challenged. He knew precisely how to get under Leon’s skin and was more than happy to take advantage of it. “Perhaps you don’t believe your own words. You know that I’m right: that it’s your genetics that make you great, not your mind.”

Leon’s gaze flicked towards the silent party in the room. He still couldn’t see much of the other man, just enough to identify that the fan was staring at him with unsettling intensity. “Fine, you have your deal,” Leon spat out, his arrogance unshaken. “He’s got no chance.”

Henry’s heart raced, his sunken cheeks flushing. While many of his fantasies had been about dating Leon, he also harbored more unusual desires, ones that actually excited him even more. He’d spent years dreaming of being Leon, of feeling that power, that body. The thought of inhabiting his idol’s form sent a shiver of perverse thrill through him, his arousal barely concealed. Leon was right, Dr. Voss did indeed sound insane with his proclamations of being able to switch their bodies, but if there was even a chance that it was possible, he was on board. He didn’t care about the stakes; he only wanted to be Leon, to live inside that perfect physique, even for a night.

Satisfied with getting confirmation out of Draisaitl (not that it would have stopped him from going through with the experiment anyway), Voss returned to the terminal and did his final checks on the neutral transfer device. It was the most complex piece of technology ever invented and he’d only ever tested it once before, on two homeless drug addicts. It had worked, although both individuals had spent considerable time vomiting in the immediate aftermath and one had suffered a heart attack and died an hour later. Voss had performed considerable tweaks to his invention since that trial run and he had full faith that he’d successfully ironed out those bugs, but you could never have 100% certainty when it came to experimental science. 

Voss whispered a quiet prayer and activated the device, sending a surge of electricity tearing through their minds. Leon’s vision blurred as his consciousness was ripped from his athletic frame, sent hurtling through the wires of the neural transfer device, before finally slamming into Henry’s frail, wheezing body. His muscles felt like jelly, his lungs tight, his joints aching as he struggled against the restraints keeping him pinned down against the cold metal table. Beside him, Henry gasped as his mind flooded into Leon’s body, every nerve igniting with strength and vitality. 

Then, both bodies suddenly went limp. Voss waited with bated breath. His hired help, hidden further back in the shadowy corners of the room, watched on in curiosity. Finally, after ten long seconds of complete silence, the neural transfer device let out a singular sharp beeping sound and information began flooding onto the monitors in front of the scientist. Voss didn’t need to check any of it though. He already knew what it would tell him: it had been a success.

The swap was complete.

—

Henry opened his eyes—Leon’s eyes—and marveled at the world through his new form. Dr. Voss was already beside him, staring intently at him as he carefully lifted the metal crown away. Henry gave the older man a hesitant nod of confirmation before casting his gaze south at the body he now occupied. His arms were thick with muscle, veins pulsing under taut skin. His chest was broad, his abs a sculpted masterpiece. He flexed his fingers, feeling the calloused strength of hands that had scored 50 goals. Voss set about undoing the straps that had kept Leon’s powerful body pinned down, continuing to eye his patient carefully as he did so. Henry didn’t pay the man much attention, he was far more interested in getting a look at his new flesh.

As he sat up, Henry peered into the cracked mirror that Voss held aloft for him. It reflected Leon’s face: chiseled jaw, piercing hazel eyes, dark brown hair slick with sweat. Henry ran his tongue over his teeth, savoring the slight German accent as he whispered, “I’m Leon Draisaitl.” His voice, deep and resonant, sent a jolt of arousal through him, his new cock twitching in his pants. He could already tell it was bigger. There was so much Henry wanted to do to familiarize himself further with Leon’s body, but he remained conscious of the other two men in the room. Checking out his new junk could wait for when he had some more privacy. Instead, he lifted a muscled arm high above his head, inhaling the faint musk of his own sweat, and nearly moaned. It was the scent he’d worshipped in the stolen jersey, but now it was his own, raw and overwhelming. His fingers traced the contours of his biceps, lingering on the heat of his skin, the power beneath it. Every movement felt electric, his body a symphony of strength and grace. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before!

Voss undid the shackles on his feet, finally giving Henry full range of motion in his new body, before shoving a hockey bag into his arms. “Game’s in two hours,” the doctor barked. “Prove me right, or you’ll be back in that pathetic husk.” He jerked his head towards Henry’s former flesh, where Leon continued to thrash violently against his restraints.

Henry nodded, barely listening. He was much too consumed by exploring all the sensations his new physique was providing him. As he dressed in Leon’s gear - first the tight compression shirt that perfectly hugged all of his new muscles, then the bulky padded pants, and finally the blue and orange Oilers jersey, complete with the “A” patch identifying him as one of the team’s alternate captains - he paused to bury his face in the fabric, inhaling deeply, his erection straining against the protective cup.

Meanwhile, Leon, trapped in Henry’s body, finally gave up his futile attempts to wrestle himself free from his restraints. Horror washed over him as he understood what had happened. His limbs were weak, his breathing labored, his vision blurry without Henry’s glasses. “This is a fucking nightmare,” he muttered, his voice reedy and unfamiliar. He attempted to fight back as Voss finally unshackled him from the steel table, only for the two hired thugs that had abducted Leon in the first place to reappear and put a stop to his weak flailing. They looked like they could break the new him in half! He was utterly helpless as they forced him into a wheelchair. His hands, small and bony, trembled as he had a brief moment to touch his sunken cheeks and his thinning hair before his wrists were once again strapped down, this time to the arms of the wheelchair.

Flanked by his goons (although they were less useful now that Leon was trapped in such a weak body), Voss pushed the wheelchair into an elevator that would take them to a hidden viewing room above the arena with a one-way glass offering a perfect view of the ice. “Let’s see your ‘mind’ triumph now,” Voss taunted, locking the door.

—

On the ice, Henry was an absolute revelation. His years of obsessive study were paying off: he knew every play, every feint, every angle Leon favored. The puck felt like an extension of his will, and his new body moved with a fluidity he’d never known. His skates carved the ice with precision, his powerful thighs propelling him forward. He’d been a subpar skater at best in his own body (not for lack of trying - the lessons had almost bankrupt him) but as Leon, he moved across the ice like he was in his natural habitat. He was as smooth as a knife through butter or a ballet dancer on stage. The combination of his meticulous studying of how Leon played the game and the genetically superior body he was now in drove Henry to heights he had never anticipated he could be capable of.

Leon’s teammates, unaware of the swap, shouted encouragement as he weaved through defenders, his stick-handling flawless. Adrenaline surged, his muscles rippling under the sweat-soaked uniform, the scent of his own exertion driving him wild. Between shifts, he’d duck his head, pretending to adjust his gloves, and steal another whiff of his armpit musk. The heady mix of sweat and testosterone made his head spin. That was his musk - for now, at least - and he was obsessed. His erection throbbed, but he channeled the arousal into his play, each goal a release of his pent-up desire.

Leon watched from above, his frail hands clenched into fists, his heart sinking with every minute that passed. “He’s… better than me,” he whispered, disbelief turning to rage. Henry wasn’t just mimicking him; he was outperforming him, landing impossible shots, outskating opponents, and racking up three goals and two assists. The crowd roared “Draisaitl!” and Leon thrashed about as best as he could in his wheelchair, his weak voice drowned out by the arena’s din. “That’s my body!” he screamed, tears of frustration burning his eyes.

In the final minute, with the game nail-bitingly tied at 4-4, Henry stole the puck from a clumsy opponent and charged down the ice at full speed. Once he had a clear lane to the goal, he unleashed a blistering one-timer—Leon’s signature move, but sharper, more precise. The puck sailed past the goaltender, and the arena erupted. The whistle blew: Oilers win. 

Henry’s teammates mobbed him, dousing him with Gatorade, their hands rough and admiring as they slapped his back and shoulders. Henry grinned, his hazel eyes glinting with triumph and a darker, malicious glee. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the rinkside glass—Leon’s face, slick with sweat, radiant with victory—and felt a surge of power unlike anything he’d ever known.

All of this was officially his to keep.

As the crowd dispersed, Voss wheeled Leon, still in the wheelchair, to a secluded hallway near the Oilers locker room. Henry was waiting there for them, one hand under his jersey and pads to feel up his abs which were glistening with sweat. Henry had never had abs before and right now he couldn’t get enough of them. 

At the sight of his body, Leon was overcome with rage and desperately attempted to lunge forward, temporarily forgetting about his restraints. His weak limbs betrayed him; there was no way he could get free. “Give me back my body, you fucking creep!” he spat, his voice cracking.

Henry laughed, the mocking sound making Leon flinch. The hockey player’s body swaggered closer, towering over Leon, his hazel eyes gleaming with cruelty as he leaned down to come face-to-face with his idol. 

“Your body? Oh, Leon, this is my body now.” He flexed his arms, the biceps bulging underneath the layers of his hockey gear, and lifted an arm to inhale deeply, his lips curling into a smirk. “God, you smell so good. I used to jerk off to your sweaty jersey, but this… this is heaven.” He ran a hand down his abs, lingering near his crotch, where his erection was visible even through all the tight pants. “Get a load of this power, Leon. Every muscle, every inch—it’s mine. And I’m better at being you than you ever were.”

Leon’s face twisted with rage and despair. “You’re nothing! You’re a parasite!”

Henry leaned in, his breath hot against Leon’s ear. “I’m the star now. I crushed your game, just like I’ll crush every aspect of your life. Your girlfriend, your teammates, your legacy—they’re all mine.” He took his time to undo one of the straps around Leon’s wrist and then grabbed hold of the frail limb, forcing the other man’s hand against his sweat-slick pecs. “Feel that. That’s what you lost. What you’ll never get back.”

“Please! You can’t do this to me!” Leon croaked through a sob, unaware that Voss was stepping closer behind him, syringe in hand.

“You lost the bet,” Voss said, his voice triumphant. “I was right: the body indeed molds the mind.” He jabbed the needle into Leon’s neck, and the world went black for the former Edmonton Oiler.

—

When he returned to the locker room, Henry was pleased to discover that he was alone, the team having apparently gone off to celebrate somewhere. He stripped off Leon’s uniform slowly, savoring the reveal of his new body. The jersey came first, peeling away to expose his broad shoulders and sculpted pecs, glistening with sweat. He ran his hands over his chest, fingers tracing the hard ridges of his abs, the heat of his skin electric under his touch. His pants followed, revealing thick, powerful thighs and a large, heavy cock that pulsed with arousal and begged for his attention. He stood naked, the air cool against his sweat-damp skin, and inhaled deeply, the musky scent of his exertion overwhelming. It was the smell he’d worshipped every night in the jersey, but now it was his own, raw and primal, a drug that made his head spin.

He stepped to a mirror, marveling at Leon’s face—his face. The chiseled jaw, the hazel eyes, the dark hair plastered to his forehead. He smiled, the slight German accent making his cock throb as he murmured, “Ich bin Leon Draisaitl.” He’d learned German back in his old body (another aspect of wanting to be closer to Leon) but it had never flown forth from his lips so naturally. He would make it a mission now to advance from conversational to fluent; he had to embody every bit of Leon Draisaitl, Germany’s favorite hockey player, after all.

His hands roamed lower, cupping his balls, then finally stroking his cock, the sensation amplified by the power of his new body. It was every bit as joyous as he’d anticipated it to be. He took his time, teasing himself, imagining Leon’s despair as he worshipped the body he’d stolen. The musk, the strength, the perfection—it was all his, now and forever.

In the shower, hot water cascaded over his muscular frame, steam rising as he lathered his body, his hands lingering on every curve and contour. He massaged his pecs, his thighs, his ass, each touch a sensual act of possession. This body, this beautiful body, was so much bigger than the meagre shell Henry had been confined to before the experiment. Thirty-one years in a body that had never quite fit right and now here he was, making himself comfortable in the flesh he would be spending the rest of his days in. He could feel the power in each of his muscles as he ran his hand over them, utterly entranced by the sensations as he tensed and flexed experimentally. It would definitely take some time to get used to, but at least he had already proven that he’d be able to operate the new machinery without any issue. His achievements out there on the ice were beyond anything Henry had thought he could ever be capable of; being in Leon’s body had unlocked something inside of him.

With all the exploration he was doing of his new body, it was hardly surprising that his cock begged for attention and Henry was more than happy to give it. He gripped it, stroking slowly, then faster, his moans echoing in the tiled room. He pictured Leon’s girlfriend, Celeste, her curves pressed against him, and his teammate Brett Kulak, a rugged defenseman whose rough hands he craved. The thought of claiming them both - maybe even at the same time - pushed him over the edge, and he came hard, his seed spilling into the water, a perverse consecration of his new life.

—

In the weeks that followed, Henry leaned into his role as Leon with hedonistic abandon. On the ice, he was unstoppable, breaking records and earning adulation. Off the ice, he indulged in excess—parties, alcohol, and sex, anything that would allow him to revel in the power of his gorgeous new body. His obsession with his new form never once faded; he’d spend hours in front of mirrors every day, flexing his big muscles, sniffing his own musk, and jerking off to his reflection all while whispering to himself in carefully practiced German. His new deep voice and subtle accent was a constant aphrodisiac.

His bisexuality fueled his conquests. He seduced Celeste first, showing up at her apartment with a bouquet of roses and Leon’s charming smile. She melted under his touch, begging him to fuck her almost as soon as he pressed his lips to her neck and began kissing down to her collarbone. Blissfully unaware that the man in her apartment wasn’t actually her boyfriend, Celeste let herself get carried bridal-style into the bedroom, where her hands worshipped his muscular body before they fucked long through the night on her silk sheets. Henry reveled in her moans, knowing he was stealing Leon’s love, his cruelty masked by Leon’s hazel eyes.

“I don’t know how, but that’s the best you’ve ever fucked me,” she whispered once they’d finally finished after hours of passionate lovemaking. She’d settled into his arms without even a moment of hesitation, feeling safe in her man’s strong embrace. Henry just laughed. Hearing such high praise was music to his ears. It was yet another triumph he could hold over the Leon he’d so easily replaced.

Next came Brett, the defenseman, whose rough kisses and calloused hands thrilled him. Henry hadn’t even had to work to seduce Brett: it had emerged pretty quickly that his teammate had been secretly crushing on Leon for some time. Their encounters were raw and so much more physical than what he had with Celeste, fueled by Henry’s malicious delight in defiling Leon’s legacy. As soon as they were alone in the team’s sauna, Henry pinned Brett against the wall, their sweat-slick bodies grinding together. Henry murmured filthy promises in the other man’s ear, the German accent driving Brett wild. “Fuck, Leon, you’re unreal,” Brett growled, and Henry smirked, knowing he was rewriting Leon’s life with every thrust. He hooked up with others—teammates, rivals, models—each conquest a middle finger to the real Leon.

Even Leon’s best friend and Oilers team captain, the legendary Connor McDavid, didn’t seem to notice anything too amiss. He’d briefly commented upon “Leon’s” extra dash of confidence but easily accepted the justification that Leon was riding the momentum of his record-setting season. The pair of them got beers after every game and trained together every morning, all without Connor ever suspecting that his friend had been replaced by an obsessive fan neither of them would have been able to pick out of a crowd even if their lives depended upon it. Henry had even managed to get Connor drunk enough one night that the other man no longer laughed off the flirtatious comments and instead responded with shy interest. That night had ended with Connor on his knees between Henry’s legs, sucking Leon’s cock for the first (and certainly not the last) time.

While Henry was living a charmed life in his new flesh, Leon’s fate was far crueler. Voss, thrilled by his experiment’s success, kept him prisoner in the lab, Henry’s frail body a living tomb. Sedated and malnourished, Leon’s mind began to fray, his once laser-sharp focus dulled by pain and despair. Voss taunted him daily, showing him clips of “Leon” breaking records, seducing Celeste, partying with teammates. Henry even stopped by on a few occasions to further torment the athlete he had replaced, sometimes flexing his muscles and jerking off, other times regaling him with wild stories about the parties he’d been hosting at the new mansion he’d just moved into.

On one particular occasion, Leon broke down in tears the moment Henry entered the room. Rather than showing any empathy, Henry just laughed. “Please,” Leon begged. “You gotta get him to reverse this. I can’t live like this any longer!” He actually got down on his knees, bowing his head in total submission. Seeing him like that, Henry was struck by just how low the hockey superstar had sunk. What an almighty fall from grace!

“Sorry, bud, that’s not in the cards,” Henry replied dismissively, speaking through a cruel smile. “Now, I thought you’d like to know that Celeste told me how much better I am in bed than I used to be.” Leon flinched, the words as wounding as a slap to the face. “Yeah, she’s a real keeper. I can see myself marrying her. We’ll have a big ceremony, of course. I hope Brett and Connor don’t get too jealous.” The mention of his best friend prompted Leon to snap his head up in surprise, meeting Henry’s gaze finally. “Oh yeah, I’ve got Connor hooked on this as well.” Henry grabbed at the bulge in the front of his pants, more than happy to have an excuse to grope his thick cock. “He’s still a bit of a rookie when it comes to sucking cock but don’t worry, I’ll train him well…”

It wasn’t only Henry that contributed to the deconstruction of Leon’s mind; the scientist responsible for their switch in the first place was just as culpable. “In the end, your mind really was worth nothing,” Voss sneered at Leon on a daily basis. “The body won, just as I knew it would.” Leon’s desperate defiance grew weaker over time, his fighting spirit eventually left in tatters.

One night, soon after Leon had given up fighting, Voss finally grew bored and decided it was time to bring the experiment to an end. It had been long enough that he knew none of the side effects from his trial run were present; swapping Leon and Henry had been a complete success and now that he knew his neutral transfer device worked, he was already drawing up schemes of what to do with it next. A new, younger body for himself, perhaps? With no more need for the former Leon Draisaitl, Voss injected the utterly defeated man with a lethal dose of barbiturates, watching as Henry’s frail body convulsed, then stilled.“

A fitting end for a failed mind,” Voss muttered, dumping the body in an unmarked grave. Nobody would ever miss him. The new and improved Leon Draisaitl was still very much alive, after all. It was Henry, an easily forgotten loner with an obsessional crush, who had instead perished, with nobody ever to become aware that it was actually the undignified end of a man who had once been a bonafide NHL superstar…

[waywardsharkgianthands]

Too Bad For Chad

Poor Chad… when it came time to pick a partner in Chemistry, he made sure to pick the biggest nerd in the class. But no one could have predicted the accident that happened.

You see, right across the hall at his University—

The science department was working on an early experiment to transfer one’s thought to another human. Although all it took was for one of the professors to trip over a wire…

He bumped right into the machine which switched it to its max power and knocked the ray gun directly point at Chad and his lab partner Allen. What are the odds?!?

Well as one would imagine this could be a huge lawsuit, that is if Chad had anything proof of the incident.

You see Allen, is one smart cookie. He saw his opportunity of keeping Chad gorgeous body and took it.

That day, as Chad in Allen’s body began to scream and yell at everyone around him. Allen sat quietly observing the situation. And when asked about the incident by the university he denied everything.

He told them that he felt bad for ‘Allen’ that he seemed like he was going through a lot.

This all happened about a month ago, so how are they doing? Well let’s hear directly from them.

Allen:

Being lab partners with Chad was and is the best thing that ever happened to me. And I feel bad for him one bit!

I’ve dealt with meatheads like Chad my entire life, being pushed around and bullied. I’ve even envied and lusted after guys like him. But now I get to be him. Plus I still have my brains.

Since I’ve became Chad I’ve started to turn his GPA in the right direction, I’ve learned I’m now handsome enough to get away with just about anything, and I get to live out all of my horny fantasies.

With this body’s power and my brains I feel like I can do anything. Especially hook up with any guy on campus.

That’s the thing, all I have to do is turn on the charm with some handsome guy. I already know he’s into me before I make a move. I can tell when someone’s checking me out because I used to do the same thing.

I guess you could say I’m going through my hoe era right now. I’ve probably hooked up with half the guys on campus, including the “straight” ones.

But man, nothing beats a nice jerk session in this bod.

I’ll jerk off before going to sleep just gooning over my massive stinky feet.

I’ll beat one out in the shower right after a work out just hollering up a storm! And I don’t care who hears or sees me.

Like the other day, I was enjoying myself and my roommate popped in and couldn’t believe what he walked in on. I was licking every inch of these size 11 feet while pumping my 10” inch thick dick. But I didn’t stop, I just kept looking up at him and said, “enjoying the show?”

He tried to say something to me out of pocket but I made sure to put him in his place.

He’s now my personal toy, I let him worship my body when I get home. And he loves it!

At the end of the day, I’m still that nerdy gay guy deep down. But I have all of the looks and the power! 😈

[waywardsharkgianthands]

Beach Trip As My Friend’s Uncle

Miguel:

This is by far the best idea Zach and I have ever had! A few weeks ago, my best bud Zach begged his parents to let me come on their family beach trip but unfortunately they wanted to keep it a family trip.

That’s when Zach and I got a little creative. We decided to ask his cool Uncle Derek if I could swap bodies with him for a week. Now Derek isn’t your ordinary uncle, he’s pretty adventurous, single, likes to party, and is always down for some shenanigans. So when we asked if he’s willing to swap with me, he immediately said yes! He seemed to be just as excited to be me since he’s getting out of the family trip all together.

So we all met up that morning at Derek’s place. Zach already told his parents that he’s riding down with Derek. And when I arrived Derek already had a bag packed for me.

We quickly swapped bodies and it felt so cool being so much bigger.

I grinned at Derek in my body who also looked super happy. He pulled me in for a hug which felt so weird, I could have easily picked my body up like it was nothing.

As I hop into Derek’s nice truck, he says to us, “You boys have fun! And doing anything too crazy in my body!”

“Thanks Uncle Derek!” said Zach.

“Yes thanks again Derek, I’ll take good care of your body I promise!”

“Good and hey I packed condoms just in case things get too crazy. Don’t need my body coming back with anything.”

Zach rolls his eyes while I felt a warm sensation in my stomach. It just hit me that not only do I have Derek’s body for a week but I also have control of his massive package.

We get on the road and I pull off Derek’s shirt just to show off his tattooed pecs.

Zach’s sitting next to me so excited and says, “God this is so crazy! I mean look at you dude you’re inside my uncle right now.”

“I know man, this is about to be the best trip ever!”

When we arrive to the resort, Zach and I head to check in. We run into his family. We say our hellos to everyone and I’m surprised by how good of a job I’m doing at pretending to be Derek.

We get our room keys and head up. The room is huge! We even have our own bathrooms along with a balcony.

I put Derek’s bags on the bed and open them up to see what clothes Derek packed for me. But when I get to the bathing suits only two of them are normal ones— the rest are all speedos.

Zach pops in already in his bathing suit and says, “you about ready?”

“Uh no not yet give me a few,” I say to him.

“No rush bro! I’m gonna head down, I’ll see you in a few.”

As soon as Zach walked out of the room, I immediately got naked.

I look at Derek’s nude body, that’s when my eyes focus on the thick long dick that I now control.

I try my best to control my eager to touch it, laying back on the hotel bed. I didn’t want to risk Zach walking but I feel like I only have so much alone time with it.

I look down at Derek’s sexy size 11 feet, they’re beautiful and manly. I trace his fingers along his chest down to his cock and balls.

His dick is already hard, I start to stroke it and it feels amazing. It’s my first I’ve ever jerked off in someone else’s body. And it’s so different from mine.

I sit up and bring Derek’s big foot to my face smelling his toes as I wiggle them. I start licking his foot, still jerking his dick with my other hand.

I feel so close, I knew I was going to bust any minute. I let out a loud powerful grunt, inhaling his sole before cum bursts out all over.

I look over the mess I just made, damn that felt great. I whip some off of his chest and taste it. It taste’s so good.

I clean off his chest with a shower towel and grab one of his speedos.

I take a pic of myself to send to Derek and say, “you only packed speedos?”

I get a response a few minutes later, “well you look sexy in them. Send me more pics 😜”

I feel Derek’s cock start to get hard again from his text. Is he flirting with me?

[waywardsharkgianthands]

Babe It’s Okay, I’m Bi

James:

This beautiful man right here is my girlfriend Chloe. It’s a very weird situation so let me explain, a couple weeks ago Chloe was in some strange science experiment accident that caused her to swap bodies with this guy named Derek.

And from what information we’ve collected this may be a permanent situation. As you can imagine she’s been pretty upset the last couple of weeks. And I’ve been trying to be the best to support her while she figures everything out.

It’s been a challenge for the both of us especially since we just moved in together a couple of months ago. We’ve been dating for a while but I think we’re at a point where I’ve been thinking about proposing which this just messed everything up. Well not completely I guess…

I have been holding on to a secret from her for years now and I don’t know how to say it. Not that I ever thought it really mattered until now.

The truth is really don’t care if she swaps back to her old body, I love her. Okay let just say it, I am sexually attracted to girls but I also like dudes. Specifically dudes like the body she’s in.

She or he is so freaking handsome! He’s tall, tan skin, has this really sexy stash, and I can’t get over his tattoos. So hot!

But I’ve been trying to walk a very careful line with him. And we still low key flirt all the time but I can see his hesitation.

Which makes me sad, I just wish I can tell him without hurting his feelings.

On the flip side, it would so help since every time he asks me something about being a guy I get extremely turned on. Like why are his balls itchy from time to time, why is it easier to pee standing up, and the boners!

I don’t know if he even notices but he’ll walk around with a hard on in our apartment and it’s everything in me not to reach out and dig into his briefs.

Which makes me wonder, when the hell does he jerk off? I know he’s been staying busy lately, I’m just curious how he makes the time.

He’s been hitting up the gym a lot and when comes home. He’ll kick off his smelly shoes, workout clothes, and walk around sweaty in nothing but his undies. Which I can’t help but stare.

And the hardest part is at night, we still sleep in the same bed.

It’s my favorite part because he will cuddle with me in his sleep. I don’t think he even notices that I let him. But every night I’ll something poking my back and then his arm will wrap around me. He’ll start humping me in his sleep from time to time.

But I need to get this off of my chest. This is probably going to be permanent and I desperately want my relationship back!

So tonight I’m going for it. I’m going to let him know that I’m into him.

That Night:

I get off of work around 6 and the second I walk through the door I hear a light moaning coming from another room.

I walk to the outside of the door and peak inside.

That’s when I see Chloe stroking it on our bed with his headphones in. I don’t think he can hear me.

I hear his voice, “James..” so softly…

Fuck, he’s jerking to pics of me.

“James… baby I want you so bad…”

I start unbuttoning my shirt and I kick off my shoes ready to jump in any second.

“Holy shit! James!”

All of the sudden Chloe grabs a pillow and covers his massive boner.

I grin at him and say, “You don’t need your cover yourself I was enjoying the show babe.”

“Oh shut up you’re just saying that!”

“No, I mean it,” I say walking over and unbuckling my pants.

“Babe, you don’t have to pretend for me. I know this isn’t ideal but—“

I immediately grab the pillow and pull it away. His dick is fully exposed and he has this shocked look on his face.

Before he can react, I grab his junk and say, “does this look like I’m pretending?”

“But… but… I’m a guy!”

I start fondling his junk just lightly tickling his balls.

“Yeah and I haven’t been honest with you,” I say leaning in to his face.

“Yeah?” he says to me softly.

“I don’t really care what body you’re in, I’m attracted to you. And sides, you wouldn’t be the first guy I’ve been with.”

“What the hell James!”

I start rubbing his cockhead and he lets out a yelp noise.

“Can we talk about this later? I’ve been waiting to do this with you for a minute now,” I say right before kissing his neck.

“Oh my! James that feels so damn good.”

I kiss down his neck until I get to his nipples.

I twist one of them which makes his eyes roll back into his head.

I kiss down his chest to his happy trail until I’m at his thighs.

“God you have the nicest dick,” I say to him.

He grins, “thanks I think I like it too.”

“Well I think you’re going to like it more after this.”

“Huh?”

I wrap my lips around his dick giving it a very sloppy kiss. I begin to take down my throat which causes him to moan even louder.

“Holy shit yeah I love having a dick!!” he lets out.

I stop for a sec to let out a giggle.

“You know this is going to change everything for our sex life right?”

“What do you mean?” He says confused.

“Well, I’m vers but we don’t know if you’re a top or bottom yet,” I say grinning.

His eyes get wide, “I mean I’m open to anything but will it hurt?”

“A little at first but we don’t have to try right now,” I say back.

I look over his fully naked lower half, it’s the first time I’ve gotten to see it this close.

I rub his thighs down to his feet. I look up at him and say, “hey can I do something?”

“Sure babe as long as you go back to sucking this,” he says holding out his hard cock.

I lift up his feet and bring them to my face. I take deep breath before inhaling them.

“Are you kidding me?!? You’re not just bi but have a foot fetish?”

“Well I wouldn’t go that far, you just have some sexy toes,” I say kissing them.

“Yeah they are nice I guess, even for a boy.”

I pull off my pants and boxers, we’re both naked now.

“Oh I’ve missed your dick babe!”

“Aw thanks!”

“Can I touch it?” he says reach out.

“I would love nothing more”

I feel his hands touching all over my junk. It feels so good. Thats when I got another idea.

“Hey since we both have dicks now? What if we 69?”

“I’m not opposed!”

Chlo gets on top of me and starts to lower his crotch towards my face. I can feel his lips touch my dick. That’s when I feel his mustache which makes he squirm at bit.

It takes us a second before we have a full rhythm down. I’m sucking and we start pacing faster before Chlo lifts his head.

“Oh my god! I’m about to cum!!”

And with very little warning, Chlo pushes his 10 inch dick down my throat and shoots so much cum out.

As he pulls out it’s dripping from my mouth. It takes a second to register but his cum tastes pretty good.

“That was amazing,” he says panting.

“Well I’m not done yet,” I say pointing at my eager boner.

“Well how a nice surprise for you.”

That’s when he does something I’d never expect. Chlo wipes a bunch of cum off my mouth and proceeds to rub it on the soles of his feet.

“Since you like them so much,” he says with a silly grin.

He takes both of his feet and wraps his toes around my dick.

He begins to move back and forth with them and it’s so hot that I can’t even take it.

His feet touch my dick for like 1 minute before I burst all over them.

I look at the cum covered toes and I can’t help myself from licking them clean.

I go grab us a couple of towels and walk back in to see my beautiful boyfriend laying in bed grinning.

“You wanna go somewhere for dinner?” I say to him.

“Nah let’s do take out, I’ll be ready for round 2 here soon,” he says patting at the bed for me to come back.

“Fuck, I love you!”

“I love you too, even if you forgot to mention the whole liking guys thing.”

“Well babe, what can I say? I’m bi.”

[waywardsharkgianthands]

Bet

Will:

The two straight guys you see above are Caleb and Tristan, we are sort of friends. Although we barely have anything in common nor do we really socialize in public.

But one thing we do share in common is our group gaming night on Sundays. We play video games every Sunday for hours. And we even have teams, ‘the straights vs. the gays’. My best friend Jake and I are the gay team while the other two ‘best bros’ are the opposing straights.

We get really competitive and we will even make bets at the beginning of the night. But last night was the craziest bet so far.

The night was pretty much the same as usual, a lot of trash talking but at one point Caleb made a comment that Jake and I both thought was outlandish.

“Yo y’all gay guys have it easy,” he said to us.

I piped up and said, “how so?”

Caleb went on this tangent about how straight guys have it so tough these days and how much easier it is to be gay.

Jake and I laughed at him.

“Dude you couldn’t be gay for one day,” said Jake.

“What’s so hard for you Jake? I could easily be you for a day but you couldn’t handle being me,” says Tristan.

“Oh is that right?” says Jake.

“Yeah you wanna bet on it?” I added.

“Sure,” says Tristan.

I thought for a moment, are these guys down to do what I think?

“All four of us swap bodies. No BS, we all have to do the other ones routines, no one outside of us four can know and we have to be convincing in public that we are all each other. First one to ask to swap back loses.”

“Caleb you down bro?” asks Tristan.

“Yeah bro, this will be easy,” Caleb says with a grin.

“How much are we betting on?”

“Hmmmm…. How about $1,000 a piece.”

Jake’s eyes get wide as he hears me say the amount.

Both Tristan and Caleb grin and say, “deal.”

After hopping off, I immediately started writing down my daily stuff and everything Caleb would have to do. I made sure it was as ‘gay’ as possible. I even gave him going to a gay bar Friday which I’m sure will blow his mind lol.

So as I laid down last night, it started to hit me. I’m actually going to swap bodies with Caleb— and low key Caleb’s hot.

My mind raced thinking about what it will be like having his body. And I started to get hard from the thought.

I looked down at my slim frame and imagined what it’s going to be like with all of those muscles.

I thought about jerking off but Hell I’ll let that be Caleb’s problem in the morning.

The Next Morning:

I woke up notably in a different room, a very straight man’s room. Caleb has dirty laundry backed up into a pile in the corner, his hats stacked up on the wall, and a bunch of obscure pictures which I’m sure his ex decorated for him.

I lifted up the comforter and even Caleb knowing I was going to be in his body this morning he still slept commando.

I looked down at the bulge inside of his boxers and then down at his hairy legs and feet. His sheets have this musk that immediately filled my noise. I’m sure he doesn’t wash them enough.

Caleb’s bulge started to get hard and my first reaction was to touch it.

But instead I grabbed Caleb’s phone and called Tristan’s number. It rings for a few until I hear Tristan’s groggy voice come across.

“Will is that you?” says Tristan’s voice with Jake in control of it.

“Yeah it’s me,” I say back.

“Holy sh*t! I can’t believe that agreed to do this,” says Jake.

“I know! Have you uhhh… explored any?” I asked him.

“Fuck yeah! Tristan has some sexy feet!”

“I bet! So does Caleb,” I say wiggling his toes.

One thing about Jake and I is that we are pretty open with each other. We originally met on a gay hook up app and have only hooked up once. That night we were both so hammered that we ended up sharing all of our kinks together. Turns out both of us are into all of the same things. Feet, jocks, pits, etc. We even send dirty vids we’ve jerked off to back and forth. It’s a strange friendship but at least I know I can trust him.

“Will, you have to send me some pics! I’m hard as a rock right now!”

“Hold up, I got you bro,” I say to him.

“The way you say bro with his voice is so hot,” says Jake.

I laugh at him and pull out one of Caleb’s feet for the pic.

“Heading your way!”

“Oh my god his soles! I wanna suck on his toes so bad,” he says.

“I’d let you bro, you can suck on my toes anytime,” I say to him.

“Oh my god, keep talking like that!”

“Only if you send a pic back,” I say to him.

“One sec man I’m about to nut,” he says breathing heavy.

“Jake you’re jerking it right now?”

“Yeah man, I started before we got on the phone. Oh fuuuuuuckkk, this cock feels so… Will! Will! I’m cumming!! I’m cumming a lot!”

I’m so hard, I can’t help but join in. I pull off Caleb’s boxers and his 10” rock hard cock comes out.

“Wow it’s beautiful,” I say out loud over the phone.

“What is?” says Jake out of breath.

“Caleb’s dick, it’s like perfect.”

“Oh Tristan’s has a curve to it but it’s huge! I literally have a foot long between my legs. He needs to trim his pubes though, I’ll probably fix that here shortly,” says Jake.

I can’t speak, my focus is on the nicest dick I’ve ever seen. I run Caleb’s fingers along his sack all the way up his cock head. I feel chills…

I aggressively grab and start pumping it. I start moaning loudly.

I can hear Jake in the background saying, “dude, switch to FaceTime!!”

I’m too into the moment to put on a show. I lift up Caleb’s foot and sniff it while vigorously jerking off.

I run his tongue up and down his sole and scream out, “I’m Caleb Thomas now bitch!”

I’m so close, i wanted to go on forever. But that’s when Caleb dick literally sprays cum everywhere uncontrollably.

“Shit!”

“What?” says Jake.

“I got his cum in my eye,” I say back.

“Hahaha I’ll be over shortly!,” says Jake.

[waywardsharkgianthands]

Spending Quality Time With My Uncle

Phillip:

Hi! My name is Phillip, I’m 19 and am currently on summer break. My parents are pretty busy people and travel a lot for work.

Although, I’m obviously old enough to stay at home by myself my parents still want someone in the house with me while they’re gone. Which I always have one person in mind and that is my uncle Chandler.

Chandler has been coming over and watching me for years now. I always loved when he came to watch me. He was way less strict than my parents and a part of me has always found him attractive. My uncle was much younger than my dad. He’s single with no kids which allows him to focus more on his time in the gym.

Last summer, when my uncle stayed with me I had the hardest time being around him. My Uncle felt very comfortable around me and he would walk around my house in nothing but boxers. I would wake up early in the morning just so I could try to avoid him. One day he sat next to me almost naked and propped up his big feet on our table and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of them. He even asked me to give him a foot rub since he just got back from a run. I had to make up some excuse just to run up to my room and jerk off from the sight of him.

This year I’m going to try to control myself a little better and spend some time with him. My parents just left to catch their flight and my uncle was in route to our house. I made myself lunch waiting for his arrival.

About 30 minutes passed before I see his car pull into our driveway. Watching from the window, I see him grabbing his bags and boy he looked just as good as last year.

I went to the door and greeted my uncle. Only for him to pull me into a hug. God, this is going to be harder than I thought. I offer to help with his bags and he gets settled in our guest room.

I go back downstairs waiting on him to finish unpacking. Once he was done he came downstairs to catch up with me. He was wearing his normal workout clothes.

“Hey buddy, how’s school going for you?”

“Pretty good so far. I’m still trying to figure out my major. But other than that everything’s going pretty well.”

“Good news is you got time to figure that out. Are you seeing anyone?”

That’s a pretty forward questions. Does he know that I’m gay? I feel like he has to know.

“Not right now, just trying to focus on school. You know?”

“Well I think you should enjoy yourself while you’re still young. You have all of the time in the world for school and work. But you’re only 19 for so long.”

“That’s true I guess, how’s your life going?”

“Well I’m single again but other than that I got a big promotion at my job.”

“That’s awesome! Are you still doing research for that college?”

“Yeah I actually am but now I’m the new head of our research department for ancient studies. I actually brought some cool stuff from work if you want to check some of it out.”

“ That would be pretty cool!”

“Okay, give me one second I’ll run up and grab my bag.”

Chandler goes back upstairs and brings down one of his suitcases. He sits it on our kitchen table. All of the antiquity items were pretty interesting especially this necklace from some ancient society.

Chandler started to tell me about it,” so this piece is actually pretty interesting. A lot of believed that it was made by a medicine man and it’s believed to have magical powers.”

“Wow! I wonder what it does? Can I touch it?”

“Yeah buddy just be extra careful, it’s super fragile.”

Chandler hands the necklace to me and all of the sudden it felt like time had froze. The thing I know smoke started to come from the floor and then everything went black.

I start to wake up and I realize that I must have passed out because I’m on the floor. I look over to see if Chandler was okay only to be shocked by who was in front of me. Myself.

I start to panic as the person who looked just like started to wake up.

“Who are you? And why do you look like me?” I screamed at the imposter.

“Phillip! Relax everything is okay, it’s me your Uncle Chandler.”

Wait, Chandler is… me?

“But how?”

“Well I told you that necklace was magic. I didn’t tell you what it actually does. You see if 2 people touch the necklace at the same time both souls leave the body and go into the other.”

“So you’re saying that you’re currently me which means I’m you?” I look down at my body finally taking it in. I’m wearing the same outfit as he was earlier and look at my now much manlier hands and feet. I can’t believe this! I’m actually in my hot uncles body!

“Yep! I thought about telling you before but I wasn’t sure if you would be down to—you know—swap with me. Are you mad?”

“No! Actually this is pretty cool, how long does this last?”

“That’s actually up to us. All we would have to do to switch back is touch the necklace again at the same time. If you want to switch back, I totally understand.”

“ No let’s stay like this, say a week or so?” I say back to him.

“Awesome! I knew I have a cool nephew or should I say uncle now haha. But feel free to do whatever you want while you’re me. Just don’t answer any of my business calls unless we talk first. I’m on vacation right now so I shouldn’t expect anything but you never know.”

“Sounds good to me!”

“Well I’m going to run upstairs to your room and take a nap if that’s okay.”

“Yeah of course!”

I sat and watched as my uncle in my body headed to my room. Leaving me alone with his.

I waited until I heard my bedroom door close. And didn’t waist anytime. I ran up to our guest bedroom to get acquainted with my new body.

I started by taking off his tennis shoes and black socks revealing my uncles huge size 11 feet. I run his hands all over them. Both of his feet were perfectly trimmed and you could tell that he took really good care of them. I take the left one up to my face and feel the soul rub across my new beard. I can tell he hasn’t showered today from the smell. Which only excited me more.

I then took off his shirt and explored his chest and armpits. His chest was hairy and built which was a nice contrast from my much smaller frame. I feel up his chest running his manly fingers through chest hair. Man, my uncle has a nice body.

Through the excitement I realized just how hard his dick was getting. I had to give it some attention.

I take off his shorts and underwear only to reveal a massive piece of meat complimented with 2 large hairy balls. I rub his rough hands across his throbbing dick. I play with his balls a little bit only for his dick to leak pre-cum.

That’s when I got an idea. I run to my bathroom and find my lube. I put some on my borrowed fingers and slowly start working his digits into his hairy ass.

Watching myself in the mirror, i work his fingers back and forth in his hole. While doing this I take his other hand and start working his cock.

It wasn’t shortly after that I started owning loudly and climaxed all over the bathroom.

I quickly clean the bathroom and started the shower. Before getting in I took a little bit of cum off of his hairy chest and tasted it.

I watched myself in the mirror,” Damn, Uncle Chandler you taste good.” I winked in mirror and hoped into the shower. Finally realizing what I just did. I hope he didn’t hear me!

Chandler:



Damn, I can’t believe my nephew actually agreed to swapping bodies with me! I had a feeling he would be down since I’ve caught him checking me out a couple of times.

When I got upstairs to my nephew’s room I instantly took off all of his clothes and started exploring his body. His dick was so much more sensitive than mine and it feels so good running his softer hands on it.

It didn’t take me too long before I came all over his body and bed. I took some of his cum and had a little taste. Damn, my nephew tastes good.

Laying in his bed, I was exhausted. I wondered what he was up to in my body. That’s when I hear my voice moaning from the hallway. Sounds like I’m not the only one having fun!

Maybe later I can show him how to really get my body going. Especially since I know my body loves a sexy twink.

[waywardsharkgianthands]

A New Body, A New Chance

It was supposed to be a chill night. Just dinner with my new boyfriend, Elijah, and my best friend, Rachel, who insisted we do a double date so she could "finally meet the guy who stole my heart." Her words, not mine. She brought along her husband, Chris—a tall, built, all-American type. The kind of guy who looked like he came with a warning label: *Do Not Stare Too Long.*

We were at this trendy downtown restaurant, sipping overpriced wine and laughing about Rachel's latest work drama. Elijah held my hand under the table, giving it an affectionate squeeze every now and then.

We were having a good time, when Chris suddenly stopped our conversation, "Do you guys hear this noise...?"

We couldn't hear nothing but the conversation from the next tables.

"I don't hear anything, honey. Are you ok?" Rachel asked her husband.

“I’m fine... I suddenly started hearing this strange buzzing sound. Are you all really not hearing it?”

"Well, enough of wine for you, mister." Elijah joked. They laughed and Rachel continued her story.

But I couldn't help but notice how weird Chris was acting; he looked agitated, like he wasn't feeling well... then something strange happened.

The lights in the restaurant went out for a few seconds, and when they came back on, Chris’s eyes were rolling back in his head for a split second—just long enough for me to notice. His body stiffened. Froze. But no one else at the table seemed to catch it. He blinked, like a system rebooting, then suddenly said, "Excuse me. I need to use the restroom."

He got up and walked off.

Minutes later, my phone buzzed. I glanced down, heart skipping a beat when I saw it was from Chris. That made no sense.

When I opened the message, my stomach dropped. It was a mirror pic. Chris in the restaurant bathroom, shirt unbuttoned like a damn tease. His thick massive pecs were on full display, I had no idea Chris had pecs this big. He was spotting a cocky little smirk like he knew what he was doing.

And beneath it, just four words: "We need to talk."

I shoved my phone into my pocket so Elijah couldn’t see it, muttered something about needing to pee, and slipped away from the table.

It was an individual bathroom, so I knocked on the door and Chris opened it. He pulled me inside and closed the door, leaning casually against the door, chest still exposed. He looked me up and down with a familiarity that made my skin prickle.

"What do you think, Nipsucker? Don't I look good in this body?" he said with his deep charming voice.

There was only one person who had ever called me "Nipsucker" My mouth went dry.

"Leon?"

Chris smirked. "Took you long enough."

I hadn’t seen Leon in over a year. He was my ex. Brilliant, obsessive, manipulative—and a goddamn genius. He used to rant about building a body-swapping machine that would transfer his consciousness to a new body, all that sci-fi stuff. I thought he was just being eccentric. And I broke up with him even before he could finish the device.

"What the hell are you doing in Chris’s body, Leon? Get out of him!" I hissed.

"He was the perfect candidate," Chris said, stepping closer, his eyes raking over me. "Healthy. Stupid. Married," He looked at himself in the mirror and flexed his pecs, "And with a body to die for... literally."

He reached out and brushed his fingers down my cheek. "I missed you. You said you wanted a man who could give you everything. So here I am."

I backed up a little, heart pounding. "You can't just steal people's bodies... especially not my best friend's husband, this is insane!"

"Is it? Or is it the ultimate proof of love?" he whispered. "I gave up my body. My identity. My original body was disintegrated in the process, It became ashes in my basement. I did it just to feel your eyes on me again. Just so I could have a chance to be with you."

"You shouldn't have done that. You killed Chris!"

"Would you have preferred me to take over Elijah? You know I could have done it—I could have taken him over, and you would never know. But I couldn't do this with someone you love."

He slowly caressed his chest, giving his pecs a few squeezes, "I know you want to touch him. You've thought about it. Don't lie."

I hated how true it was. Chris was a fantasy. And now Leon had turned that fantasy into a weapon.

He stepped even closer, pressing me gently against the tiled wall. His breath was warm against my ear. "Just give me tonight. One night. Let me show you what this body can do. If you still want Elijah after, I'll walk away."

I should’ve walked out. I should’ve told Rachel everything. But as his hands slid under my shirt, and I felt that stolen, sculpted chest pressing into me, all I could think was... Goddamn it. A part of me missed Leon. And right now, he was exactly my type.

I stared at Chris—well, Leon inside Chris. I couldn’t believe Leon was in there, puppeteering my best friend’s ridiculously handsome husband like a living puppet.

"Come here," he whispered, voice deeper now, more confident. Not Chris’s usual friendly tone, but Leon’s unmistakable command.

I couldn't resist and we kissed. A passionate and sloppy wet kiss, a kiss that I'm sure Chris never had in life.

I stepped back, panting, eyes fixated on those massive pecs that rose and fell with each breath. I pressed my face against them, burying myself in his warmth, his masculine scent.

"They're all yours, Nipsucker. Enjoy it," Leon muttered with a grin.

I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around one of his nipples, sucking on it gently at first, then harder. He groaned—Leon’s voice leaking through Chris’s throat—and I felt his body tremble. My tongue played with the firm nub, tracing slow circles. Then I switched to the other one, hungry for more. His fingers curled behind my neck, holding me there.

"That's it," he breathed. "I want you to leave your mark."

I sucked harder, teeth grazing just enough to make him gasp, until both his nipples were red and swollen. My fingers explored his bulge. He unbuckled his belt with one hand, eyes never leaving mine, then sank slowly to his knees as he stroked his 9 Inches cock.

Watching Chris kneeling in front of me—looking up at me with those puppy eyes, shirt open, jerking off—it was surreal. I was already rock hard. I quickly pulled down my pants, freeing my throbbing leaking cock.

"I missed your cock," Chris said, licking his lips. "This time I get to enjoy it with this body."

He took me into his mouth, warm and wet and eager. His tongue swirled around the head, teasing me while his hands gripped my thighs. He went slow at first, savoring it, his eyes flicking up to watch my reactions. Then he pushed deeper, taking more of me inch by inch until his nose pressed against my pubes.

"Fuck," I gasped, fingers tangling in his hair. He set a rhythm—sucking, bobbing, swirling—his lips tight, his cheeks hollowing with each pull. Soon I was face fucking him hard. Leon moaned around my cock, sending vibrations that nearly made my knees buckle. He sucked harder, faster, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth as he devoured me. He knew every little thing I liked—how to swirl his tongue just under the head, how to hollow his cheeks on the upstroke, how to make me feel like I was the only thing that mattered at that moment.

"You're gonna make me—" I warned, panting, but he didn’t stop. He wanted it. And when I came, he took it all, swallowing greedily, like he’d been starving.

He slowly pulled back, licking the last drop off his lips, eyes smug.

"I told you this body was the perfect candidate," he said.

I was still catching my breath when I noticed the red marks on his pecs. I chuckled.

"Guess I left my mark."

He smirked, tucked himself back in, and straightened up. "We should get back before they wonder."

I fixed my hair in the hallway mirror, and Chris buttoned up his shirt just enough to keep things decent.

We walked back to the table like nothing happened. Elijah and Rachel were still chatting, oblivious.

My boyfriend Elijah smiled at me when I sat back down. "Took you long enough," he teased, reaching for my hand across the table. I smiled nervously and squeezed it, trying not to glance at Chris too obviously. Rachel was deep into a story about her coworkers, while Chris sat there casually, like he wasn't a whole different person.

"So anyway, Linda thought it would be a good idea to email the whole department about her cat’s birthday," Rachel said, rolling her eyes. Elijah laughed, genuinely entertained, but I was struggling to focus.

Under the table, I felt Chris’s foot brushing against my leg. I stiffened.

The foot moved higher. Then, it pressed firmly against my crotch. I choked slightly on my drink and coughed.

"You okay, babe?" Elijah asked, patting my back.

"Yeah, yeah. Wrong pipe," I muttered, my voice hoarse. I looked over at Chris, who was sipping his wine, eyes locked with mine. He smirked just a little, barely enough to notice. That foot didn’t stop. It was deliberate. Slow. Teasing.

I met his gaze again, and he mouthed something to me while Rachel and Elijah were distracted.

"You missed me."

I swallowed hard… I did.

____________________

A year later. I came home from work to the sight of Elijah pounding Chris's ass hard on our bed. Chris was lying on the bed with his legs up on Elijah's shoulders, moaning like a depraved slut as Elijah thrust his huge brown cock inside of Chris's pale ass. Chris's pecs were bouncing up and down with each thrust.

Chris had divorced Rachel months ago. It was the best thing Leon could do, since he wasn’t straight and it wouldn’t have been fair to Rachel. Since then, Chris has been living with us. It took me some time to convince Elijah to open our relationship and add Chris to it. But just like me, he couldn’t resist Chris’s charms. He has no idea that the man inside Chris is my ex—and he doesn’t need to know.

"Come join us, babe!" Elijah said, panting hard.

"Yeah, spitroast me babe!" Chris begged.

I walked to the two sweaty men, pulled down my pants and offered my hard cock for Chris to suck. He took the entire length down his tight throat as I bent forward to kiss Elijah.

I loved them both.

[waywardsharkgianthands]

Swapcation: After the escape Part 2

You would think that this is Matthew's body and that I stayed in him till the end of my days. Unfortunately no. Althought his body was amazing and it was also my first body I really soon (like few minutes after I shot loads of cum on the grass) found out that my family was tracking me.

"I could already hear the helicopters searching the forest. The tracker must be off and showing the a larger circle. I still don't know where it could be. Is it under his skin? I didn't find anything in his clothes. And all I have is my personal stuff... I'm such an idiot. It's my phone. Why the hell did I bring my phone?"

I threw it in the opposite direction that I was gonna run. And then I ran. But I was really exhausted after the night run from the car accident. And my head kinda hurt. Matthew must have hurt himself too. So I slowed down. I didn't hear the helicopter anymore. But there I can't stay in this forest forever and certainly not in this body.

I made a decision. The first person I meet I swap with. They'll get a beautiful manly and young body.

And I was pretty luck. I met a hiker who was on his journey for a few days.

"Heyyyy man, you're also on PCT?"

What the hell is PCT. Shit I heard that before. Oh, it's Pacific Crest Trail. Perfect. If he won't notice me switching with him, he could continue with this body all the way to Canada. Who knows when he would find out, but that wouldn't be my problem anymore. Matthew's and his body were almost the same size. I mean... he was just as hot as Matthew

"Heyyy, no. I'm actually from around. Just went to the forest."

We chatted some more and I could see him getting closer. He was definitely straight, but I could get him when we were saying goodbye. Maybe by offering him my hand. I didn't have a chance to test that yet, but my family said, that the victims of body swap always end up in a short state of confusion that gives you time to leave. Like an evolutionary advantage for a predator. Or maybe a parasite?

I wished him good luck and offered him my hand, but he refused.

"Nah man, I'm a hugger. Bring it in"

Shit shit. We went for it, my naked torso and his in just a white top touching. I then activated my power. I opened my eyes and was standing on the other side. Matthew's body looked confused, but he took his bag. And started leaving.

"Wait man, you got my bag by accident. Here" I gave him his bag. I need my stuff and he needs his to survive the PCT. He wouldn't have made it if he found out what kind of useless shit I'm bringing with me.

I walked for over a mile away from the forest path. I was now somebody new. Somebody my family didn't know. I could now leave into the city and live my life forever. For the second time I felt calm. I was before when I was full of adrenalin in Matthew's body and then got to explore his body for a bit. But back then, I didn't even had the chance to look at everything I needed.

I first inspected my new abs. "Matthew had a set just like this, but it hits different in this body. This body has amazing veins going down to my crotch." The hair trail everywhere from neck all the way down there. My skin shriveled as I went over the small hills of muscle hidden beneath my skin. "My belly button, so sexy. Maybe I should swap with some horny gay who would want my body and inspect it myself."

Then I inspected my new hairy and veiny arms. Looking at each finger one by one, touching the hair, licking it. Every finger tracing each vein down to my armpit.

The sexy hairy armpit that was protected by a gigantic biceps. A biceps that could squish heads. A biceps that I got to lick all over. Smell the armpit with the beautiful smell of a man's sweat. The pheromones were hitting me hard. Hard enough that it caused my new dick to get hard as well.

"Now or never"

I swear that I thought Matthew's dick was one of the most beautiful cocks I have seen so far, but let me tell you, that this freaky hairy monster, veins look like popping out, the beautiful purple head of my cock releasing precum, balls the size of plums. How amazing is this.

I spit in my hand and started jerking off. Fuck, I couldn't even start slowly, I had to jerk off so fast. The rush was fantastic.

I sat next to a tree. Still jerking of and with my other hand licking my finger, pushing it in my mouth. How amazing it's gonna be to blow someone with the bearded mouth.

My pecs bouncing in the rythm of the masturbation. Up and down. Sweat glisthening on the, running down the middle over my abs all the way through to my massive cock. My massive cock that my massive hand jerked furiously.

I shot my cum, but shot some of it into my hand. The rest must have flown several feet away from me.

The white cum sticking my fingers was tempting me. I put it in my mouth and licked my fingers clean. As I sat there, breathing out. I laughed, but my relaxing moment was interrupted by some hikers coming my way. I put on the clothes rapidly and headed out west.

I headed to the nearest town and downloaded Grindr. "Time to find some new boy toy to fuck." I said aloud. Yeah, if I said that now in my body no one would ever believe me. I was, and I guess I still am, a virgin. So, I think it's the great time and great body to change that.

I checked out some profiles and found one near me. We met at the park. My torso still bare from the forest adventure. It was a guy in his early 20s. Slightly twinkish, but cute.

"Girrrrlll, I thought you were catfishing me. This is amazing. How did you get this big?" he almost screamed as he went to pinch my left tit.

"Eh, you know. Healthy lifestyle and lot of gym"

"And a lot of cardio, I presume?"

"How about we find out if I had enough cardio today?"

We got in his shower. Both our dicks horny from the view. We kiss passionately. His hands were still over me and over my pecs. Touching my hairy legs and arms. "Let's dry ourselves and go to bed. I need you body so much!"

He got out from the shower and looked back at me.

"I wish I had a body like that. I would enjoy it so fucking much to be this big"

Idea popped in my head. Maybe he would be quiet about it. I could use a friend now that would help me stay in secrecy to avoid my family. Yeah, I wanted to explore my new body from some else before.

I dried myself and followed him to the bedroom. He was ready on the bed. I didn't give him much time to think about it.

He was confused at first still looking at me to find out what was happening.

This was my view. "Fucking hell, I look amazing. Look at all those hair. And those pecs are almost bigger than your head." I said as he still looked at me confused.

I got behind him. "I wanted to do this since I got in that body. So hot. And daaamn. Look at that hairy ass. That's all mine?"

"Man, you and me. We're gonna have SO much fun in the following days."

It seemed like he started to comprehend what was happening. He looked at himseld and then immediately went for a kiss. During the sex, we kept swapping there and back. The confusion on his side waas gone so we didn't have to stop to let him rest and find out what's happening again.

I woke up with the view I was familiar with. Happy to be big again. The twink lying next to me and sleeping peacfully.

"I don't think I'll be leaving any time soon." caressing my sweet pecs while saying that

Part 1:

[waywardsharkgianthands]

Don''t be a bully

Daniel stood silently in the bathroom while taking of his shirt. He stood in front of the mirror, observing his reflection while stripping down. He glanced at his bare torso and smirked.

“Damn, Daniel. Not bad.”

He turned around, and immediately noticed his lean body with multiple tattoos. This body didn’t seem that interesting before, but now, standing in front of the mirror with that perfect hair, perfect brows, perfect stubble and a perfect body, there was no denying it. This was a body worth the possession.

Daniel placed his hands on his hips and smiled at his new reflection.

“Oh I could get used to this. And I bet Nathan would too. Don’t you think, Daniel? Anyway before he gets here…”

Daniel unzipped his jeans and took a peak at his package. “Hot stuff! You really got it all. Or at least I do now.” His hand placed his finger on his tongue seductively. His hand grabbed his dick, which started to get hard. “I can’t wait to find out what this beast can do!”

Suddenly the door swung open and a naked man entered abruptly.

“Oh look who it is. Daddy’s here!”

“I told you not to call me that.”

“But you are my daddy now” Daniel said with lust in his voice

“Come on, Tess, I told you I want it to be as if I was fucking the real Daniel. You’re spoiling it.”

“So come here and fuck me, big guy!” Jessica said as she threw down her jeans and threw herself at her friend Cody, currently occupying the body of Daniel’s father.

Jessica grabbed Cody by his new as Cody pressed his naked body on Jessica’s.

Cody: „You’re so hot, Daniel!”

Jessica: ”You’re hot too, Mr. Jackson”

Cody: “Call me by my name, please. I’ll do the same for you later”

Jessica: ”Fine, Cody. Are you happy that you get to kiss me?”

Cody: ”Yeah”

Jessica: ”Doy think about me when you jerk off? Your bully? Hitting you? Shoving you into lockers?”

Cody: ”I do.”

Jessica: ”Do you feel that you should give it back to me now? To punish me?!”

Cody: ”I do, Daniel”

Jessica: ”I want to have you inside of me, Cody!”

The two of them proceeded to passionately make out, while standing naked in the bathroom. Daniel’s hands explored the body of his father. Cody used his new older hands to hold tightly onto Daniel to make out with him. His dream came true.

Cody lifted Daniel’s body on the sink and pressed himself close to Daniel.

Cody: ”I love you, Daniel. You’re so hot!”

Jessica: ”I love you too, Cody. Fuck me!!!”

Jessica grabbed the soap bottle near her and squished it into her hand, lubricating her new hairy ass. She put some more on Cody’s big dick and with her legs wrapped around his ass pulled him closer.

Cody started pushing inside of Daniel’s ass and slowly made it’s way inside of Daniel.

Jessica:”Holy shit. This is much better than in my body”

Cody:”Don’t spoil it. Be Daniel”

Jessica:”Then start fucking me, Cody!”

Cody started thrusting, more and more rapidly each second.

Cody squeezed Daniel’s pecs and kept staring at his face the entire time. Jessica couldn’t get enough of this new feeling while Mr. Jackson’s dick stimulated her new prostate.

Jessica: ”Cum on my stomach, please”

Cody nodded and as he got closer, Jessica’s moaning echoed through the entire house. Mr. Jackson’s dick started pouring the white cum on Daniel’s tight abs.

Jessica smiled at Cody and started making out with him again, while Mr. Jackson’s dick was still inside of Daniel’s body.

Suddenly the door swung opened again. Mrs. Jackson arrived. They both turned their heads. Cody was shocked. He was sure that Mrs. Jackson was suppose to be out of town. Jessica saw Daniel’s mom and couldn’t help but start laughing. “Oh look, mommy is back!"

Jessica P.O.V.

We left their bodies pretty soon after. Cody was to scared to ever go back, because he felt too guilty about it. I honestly never wanted to leave, even if Mrs. Jackson caught us.

We decided to give it a few days and to find out what happened. We saw Daniel on the halls, acting differently that usual. After a week or so, we found out what happened. Daniel’s mom kicked out Mr. Jackson out of their house. Mr. Jackson begged her on the street to let him come back in. I assumed that he didn’t remember anything, but we did leave both of them naked in the bathroom, so he had a chance to put these pieces together about what might have happened.

Daniel stayed at his mother’s house, but some people said, that his mom forced him to find his own place.

After finding out, Cody swore to never possess anyone ever again. Cody begged me to let him be, but I would never do such a thing. I had way too much fun. So I lied to him.

I was careful. I went back into Daniel’s body from time to time in the middle of the night just for a few hours, to find a quick Grindr hookup and get back into my body. And let me tell you, with Daniel’s body, I had no problems finding someone to fuck me.

After Daniel found his new place I decided to possess him for good. I settled in quickly and took over his life. I found a new job, found a cute wealthy guy and planned out my future. I don’t even know what happened to my old body. I don’t even care anymore.

So yeah… that’s my story. My name is Daniel Jackson  and it was really nice to meet you.

[waywardsharkgianthands]

A Body Stealer Tale: Magic Hands

People looked at me oddly, questioning why I wore black gloves at the beach. I assure you there's a good reason for it. My hands are just too powerful, they can accomplish almost anything I desire. It was a gift I was born with. Wearing gloves would block the power so I wouldn't use it by accident.

Just like now, the weather was becoming cold and the sky grey. So I took off one of my gloves, and with a simple wave of my hand, the weather became sunny and perfect for a beach day.

After a while, the beach started to get more crowded, and that was when I noticed this group of guys playing soccer on the sand. One of them caught my attention the most. He was an absolute hunk in white speedos, his muscles glistened with sweat as he showed off his soccer skills by doing kick-ups. He was exactly my type of man.

I took off my right glove and snapped my fingers, and just like that, everything and everyone around me stopped in time. The distant sounds of conversations and the sounds of waves ceased.

Everything became dead silent.

I walked towards the frozen hunk, he was about to kick the ball, and the ball was frozen mid-air. I casually pushed the ball out of the way and stood in front of him to give the hunk a closer inspection. I just had to cup a feel of that body before wearing him. So I took off my left glove, and gently caressed his muscular sweaty chest. I pinched his nipples a little and even twisted them—I knew I would feel that later.

My hand slowly moved down towards his white speedos and found its way inside. I grabbed his shaft and pulled his huge dick out. He was very well hung, 8 Inches soft I would say. I kneeled right there on the sand and started to suck him off. His cock and balls were musky, which only added to the flavor. It was hot to suck this frozen hunk right in front of his friends. He became hard inside my mouth in less than a minute.

Though he wasn't aware, his body still responded to sexual stimulation. However, he couldn't climax in this state, so his body kept accumulating sexual energy. I continued sucking and pleasuring this frozen hunk's body until I was certain he had stored a lot of sexual energy, just waiting to be released."

I stood up and walked behind him. I then concentrated and pressed the tip of my index finger on his nape, a faint glow formed at the part I was touching his nape—a clear sign my power was working. I then slowly ran my finger down his spine, until I reached his coccyx. Leaving a glowing opening right where I ran my finger.

I then started pulling open his back like a suit. Inside him, you would expect to be dark and hollow, but there was only a bright light inside of him. I pulled open his back until there was enough space for me to step inside. First, I inserted my legs inside his, then I put on his upper body, and for last, I put his face on.

As soon as his face slid into place over mine, I felt the opening on his back sealing and that's when I suddenly was hit by a strong wave of sexual pleasure—All the pleasure I gave his body while he was frozen resumed as soon as the body-stealing process finished.

I let out a deep baritone moan as my knees weakened and my new huge hard cock started spurting cum at the sand. This was my favorite trick, nothing like experiencing orgasm in a different body.

I looked down at my huge cock still pulsating and shooting its last drops of cum. At last, I pulled his white speedos back up and snapped my fingers, resuming time. The soccer ball fell to the sand and his friends looked confused at me, expecting me to kick the ball to them.

"Sorry guys, I think I'm just going to relax a little. See you guys later." I put my sunglasses on and walked to the beach chair I was lying before. As I relaxed on the chair, I allowed my new tattooed hands to explore my new muscles. My nipples were aching but that didn't stop me from playing with them. This guy had sensitive nipples, so I couldn't help but moan.

People started to give me weird looks. I guess it was weird for a man to be moaning while playing with his nipples in public. So I made a gesture with my hand, making everyone at the beach ignore me and think I wasn't doing anything wrong.

Now that I had some privacy, I began exploring my new body in earnest. I pulled off the white speedos and stroked my huge shaft, moaning like a madman while no one batted an eye.

There was nothing like a relaxing day at the beach.

[waywardsharkgianthands]

Body Possession Journey

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

Brandon, the younger brother, knew that taking over someone else’s body would be wrong, but he was so tired of not being taken seriously. He was 14 for crying out loud! He felt old enough to be treated like he knew what was best for himself, but his older brother’s always rolled their eyes and joked with him. His father kept telling him he wasn’t old enough yet to be in charge of certain things or to know what was best for himself. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ughh what’s happening to me!!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Mile High Club

The Possessors are a tight-knit community who hosts monthly possession dares. For February, they will take their possession powers to the skies.

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Possessors. They are people that can take control of other people’s bodies. Most of them do it by phasing into other people’s bodies. Some take a risque portal of entry by turning themselves into slime and entering a person’s orifice. Their existence remains unknown to most people, and they like to keep it that way. Despite that, they enjoy a close community among peers where they can maintain contact with one another and even host monthly themed objectives. It’s like a mission in a video game. It gives possessors a sense of a goal, which keeps possessing random people from getting stale. 

This month’s objective is called the ‘Mile-High Club’; unlike the vanilla version, this objective among possessors tasks them with possessing a person inside a plane without getting seen. It’s difficult knowing that a plane is made up of a long hallway that allows other people to see you effortlessly. The cramped space makes it even harder. There are roaming flight attendants, and planes are now riddled with CCTV cameras. It’s a difficult challenge, and as a result, it was met with discontent from the community of possessors. Previous objectives weren't this difficult. Nevertheless, there was a small group who took the dare. Besides, the difficulty is what made this fun. 

Many expected the possessor’s forums to lay barren for the entire month of February. As the hours ticked by, posts began to pop up one by one.

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LatinoLover (OP) February 1, 2023 (1:34:56 AM GMT +0)

First, baby! While boarding the plane, I sneaked up behind this guy and possessed him. 

CockBuster (User): The plane must be miles in the air to be the Mile-High Club, idiot. IonicBond (User): Did you even read the instructions? BodySwappr1900 (Mod): You’re disqualified for not following the instructions. LatinoLover (OP): Sorry, I got too excited. I still have this guy’s massive dick, though. I’m going to the Bahamas with my equally hot boyfriend. It’s still a win for me, suckers! Space_Man2 (Mod): No worries. There is next month's objective, so stay tuned!

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BeardBeard (OP) February 1, 2023 (7:34:00 AM GMT +0)

Everyone is exaggerating airport security. People are too busy to care what’s happening in the next seat. I walked in front of this guy with the excuse of going to the bathroom, then bam! I crashed into him and possessed his body right then and there. I say, not bad. This guy’s biceps are more enormous than my fucking head. My face is too young-looking, though. A luscious beard can change that. 

RedMelon (User): Holy mama! You could crush melons with those thunder arms. DogPasta (User): Flex for us! Flex for us! BicepsConnoiseur (User): Nice guns, bro! I’d possess him if you didn’t get to take his body first. Can we body-swap after you’re done with him? Space_Man2 (Mod): Congrats! You achieved the Mile-High Club. You can see the achievement icon on your forum profile.

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Mario_Hauser1987 (OP) February 1, 2023 (6:13:12 PM GMT +0)

Men this hot should be barred by TSA for carrying explosively seductive bodies. It’s been hours in the lavatory, and I’m still in awe at my muscles. Sorry to this guy’s phone, but his gallery is now filled with pictures of himself. But first, I got to delete the first one where he caught me possessing his body. Thank goodness he didn’t struggle much, so taking over his body was fast and easy as pie.

RyanTattooParlor (User): That tattoo is art. Scan his memories and tell me where he got the ink. Penchant_Jericho (User): What are you listening at? Mario_Hauser1987 (OP): @Penchant_Jericho I don’t know yet. It might take a while before I get this dude’s memories. While I'm waiting, I'm going to check this dude's cock.  Space_Man2 (Mod): Congrats! You achieved the Mile-High Club. You can see the achievement icon on your forum profile.

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Slime-Lord01 (OP) February 2, 2023 (3:33:45 PM GMT +0)

While you ghosties are taking over single passengers, I’m out here possessing the pilot and his co-pilot. I fucking love being a slime. Another thing I love is the auto-pilot function. While everyone’s out cold from the 10-hour flight, we’re fucking like rabbits in the cockpit. Apologies to the passengers for the turbulence we’ll be having all night.

Slimerist (User): Knowing you, I bet you made the shorter guy on the right top the tall dude on the left.  Slime-Lord01 (OP): Damn right, I did. I love small tops so much.  BodyHopper (Mod): Congrats! You achieved the Mile-High Club. You can see the achievement icon on your forum profile.

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Adding The Neighbor

"I look ridiculous! Can't I just wear him without wearing this stupid thong?" My grumpy boyfriend asked while wearing our hunky neighbor's body.

"That's the point, babe!" I said, caressing his new big hairy pecs and then pinched his nipples. "I want to humiliate him for all the nasty things he said about us, can you do this for me, please?"

He sighed and kissed me passionately. "Of course babe, I will do anything for you, you know that, how many men have I converted into bodysuits just for you?"

"A lot," I said, smirking.

"That's right, a fucking lot," He got on all fours on the bed, his huge hairy ass on full display, the thong barely covering our neighbor's tight straight hole. "Now come here and fuck my slutty hungry ass! Show your Daddy neighbor how much of a slut I am!"

I couldn't hold it any longer, seeing my hot manly neighbor on all fours, shaking his huge hairy ass while wearing a thong was making me crazy, I needed to fuck that ass.

Me and my boyfriend had moved to a new house a few weeks ago, but our neighbor was very religious and homophobic, he hated having a gay couple as his new neighbors, he said we were going to 'influence' his kids and a lot of other nasty comments. So I convinced my boyfriend—who had the power to turn anyone into a bodysuit—to add him to our collection. My boyfriend didn't like the Idea at first, but after I told him our neighbor called me a faggot (He didn't, but my boyfriend doesn't need to know that.) he finally decided to do it, as he always did.

Our neighbor was taking the trash out when my boyfriend sneaked behind him and grabbed him by the neck, I watched as our muscular neighbor deflated on my boyfriend's grip until he was holding a hollowed husk of muscles. Back inside our house, I handed him a small leopard-printed thong, he raised an eyebrow confused.

"I bought this yesterday, our neighbor will look good with this."

"No, I'm not wearing this, no fucking way!" He said.

Well, here he was, on all fours still wearing the leopard thong as I was fucking him. I slapped his big hairy ass hard and heard my neighbor—now boyfriend— moan loudly, begging me to keep fucking him. That night I fucked my neighbor in every position until he passed out with my cum leaking from his stretched hole. God, I loved my boyfriend and his powers.

Later our neighbor came out as gay to his family and left them to live with another man, at least that was the story we created, our neighbor was actually inside our closet with the others, his deflated body only came to life when my boyfriend and I wanted a submissive Daddy slut to spice our nights.