There he is again. The man of my dreams. Literally. Ever since I crossed path with him in that oriental market last month and I knocked over some kind of “magical dream dust” in the stand we passed by, accidentally inhaling a shit load of it, I’ve been seeing him in my dreams every night. And it’s always the same scenario: We’re in the oriental market, I see him a few feet away, I get completely mesmerized by his handsome face and massive muscles, and it’s not until he’s right in front of me that I realize we’re about to collide so I jump to the side to avoid him… crashing straight into the stand. He just stands there and sneer at me like I’m some pathetic insect before walking along. I hate it… yet god does he look hot walking away from me like that…
Anyways, the first few nights I just let it happen as it actually happened. Walk, crash, stare. Walk, crash, stare. However, by the fifth night I had had enough of his condescending looks and mustered the courage to yell back at him; telling him not to look at me that way and ask him how he would feel if he was the one in this humiliating position. Suddenly, like a switch had been pushed, his smug grin disappeared and he turned around and walked away. Thinking nothing more of it, I paid the shop owner, cleaned up after me and woke up soon after.
The night after though, much to my surprise, just as I was about to jump to the side he instead flung himself against the table of dusts in my place. Albeit confused and shocked, I decided to help him up… only to have him swat my hand away. “Fuck you…” He said, as I saw humiliation in his eyes. He picked himself up and walked away, not even paying for the damage he had caused.
“Show some gratitude next time, will ya!” I shouted at him as he disappeared among the crowd of people. And surely enough, the next night he actually let me help him up (though I almost fell over myself) and thanked me for my help. That’s when I realized I somehow had control over this hunk in my dream. I spent the next occurring nights testing my theory: I had him clean up and pay for the damage. Be friendlier and kinder. Take off his pants… so I could wash them for him.
However, it wasn’t until I had us exchange numbers in the dream and he suddenly called me during my working hours in broad daylight that I realized it was more than just a silly dreams. Somehow what happened in the recurring dream affected reality too! I had him completely under my grasp!
Soon enough I created scenarios where I had him fall head over heels with me, ask me to become his boyfriend, and even going as far as to invite me into his apartment where I fucked the brains out of him and his muscular tight ass. Imagine the bliss I was in when I woke up in the morning to find him sleeping in the bed next to me. I would play with his huge muscles, smell his musky odor and give his bristled face a kiss as I snuggled closer.
Yet… something was gnawing at me - a thought I couldn’t get out of my head. Anything is possible in a dream… wouldn’t that mean that I could… no, I couldn’t… could I?
“Only one way to find out…” I thought to myself before closing my eyes and trying to fall asleep again….
There he is again. The man of my dreams. Walking towards me just as tall and sexy as always. I quickened my steps so I could catch up to him before the collision by the stand. He was gloating at some hot babe walking past him instead of looking forward, which was probably the reason we were in this predicament to begin with. No matter, it made it much easier for me to test out my theory.
Walking briskly towards him, I thought back to the few short days I had spent together with him. Sure, having him as my boyfriend had been lovely, but somewhere deep inside of me I knew it wasn’t what I really yearned for. No, I didn’t want to be with him… I desired to BE him.
So, as I kept ramping up speed my mind was focused on one thing and one thing only: his amazingly muscular body. I focused, I imagined, I wished with all my might to be inside of it. And this time, instead of jumping to the side or colliding with him, I felt myself somehow disappear right into him. I found my vision shift and my balance shift a bit; as I now walked towards the opposite direction! Sure enough, looking down I found myself so much taller, stronger and… perfect. Feeling around, I fondled my enormous bulge and caressed my firm chest. With a smug grin on my new handsome face I kept walking, absorbing the stares of everyone around me and waiting for this wonderful dream to end…
I woke up to the warm sunlight shining in my eyes and the memories of a very wonderful dream. The cool air blew against my naked skin and I found myself alone in a very familiar bed. I only had to look down to see a body covered with strong muscles and a morning wood so hard it was almost painful. So I grabbed it with my callused hands and tugged at it so fiercely till I screamed and spewed all over my chest and boyishly beautiful face. As I scooped every last drop of my man seed into my mouth a tickling sensation entered my nose. “ACHOOO!” I found myself sneezing loudly as blue dust escaped my nose and scattered across the sheets and my sweaty glistening chest. “Guess that means no more dreams… not that I need those anymore.” I thought to myself as I pushed myself up and stared at the mirror across the bedroom.
“Oh. There he is again.” I said proudly with my gruff voice. A smug grin on the most handsome face I’ve ever seen. “The man of my dreams… me.”
My dad told me that
studying anthropology would not lead to something good. When I was young, I
have a lot of discussions with him surrounding my career choices. He always
told me that I was throwing away my life… that I should not think about my
passions, but in getting enough money to have a nice life. Well, after all this
year… I have to admit that the old man was right. 10 years ago, my dream was to
rescue the ancient knowledge of the aboriginal people, but look at me, I end up
as a bad paid teacher taking care of a lot of whinny kids. I hated my life and
I just wanted to scape from it. Gladly, I knew a way out.
I mix a special recipe… it
contained eucalyptus, acacia and a couple of more ingredients. The flavor was
strong and very aromatic. I immediately feel tired. I moved fast to my room,
but I was unable to reach my bed. I just fell in the ground and entered the
dream world. I found myself in college. This was a pleasant dream; without a
doubt this were my best years. I walked through the big gardens of Melbourne
university. I saw all the people that I considered once my friends but went on
with their life, all the teachers that broaden my perspective, and I saw Jason.
At the beginning, I hate the guy. He was just too cocky… but after a couple of
years, I end up believing that he was the coolest man alive.
I continue walking through
the campus… I was heading to some of the sections that I never visited before.
My memory couldn’t recreate them so when I opened the door to one of those
classrooms, well I just see as the world created by my imagination crumbled.
Then I found myself in a vast plain. Looking up I saw a dark sky full of stars
and a big flying rainbow snake traveling through it. This was the dream world…
the place where everything existed before it appeared on earth… where all souls
came before they were born and after they died… where I could find my way out
of a disappointing life.
It was not an easy task to find
a way to enter Jason’s dream. I had to follow the direction of several spirits.
All the process was nerve racking, as I feared that I was going to encounter
some soul eating monster. I am certain that I found one on my journey, a thing
that look like a red small man. Gladly, I was able to evade him and then I
found a small cave that led to Jason’s mind.
Then I saw myself transported to Bondi beach. I saw Jason, just wearing
a speedo. I didn’t know that he had grown a beard… but dam, he looked good.
Then I saw him approaching some girls. Quickly, they were on the ground having
hell are you… wait I know you… what was your name?” He asked
as I approached them.
is not important. But really… hook up in the middle of the beach” I said while
that you are dreaming… right?”
could have been sleeping with a porn star, but you choose an average girl that
you saw in the beach.”
no average girl.”
know… but she is really hot.”
dirty boy… but really, this is your dream… you can be with whomever you want.”
dreaming… for real?”
it’s not obvious…. There is no way that you can pull this on the real life.”
a lucid dream… I never have one of those.”
are you in my dream?”
know… its your dream… you choose this guy to be your dream guide.”
know, someone that teaches you how to navigate this world.”
“So, if I
want that you become Natalie Portman…”
think hard enough… maybe…”
doesn’t work” he said after closing his eyes.
is because you don’t know her well… maybe you should think about something
familiar… think about your childhood home.”
give it a shot” he said and then, I find myself in the room
full of rugby trophies – “This is awesome”.
while dreaming you can be wherever you want, with whomever you want. You can
make all your fantasies come true”.
but there is a place even better… deeper in your subconscious… a place that
will let you see secrets that are trapped in the subconsciousness of every
and how do I get there?”
entered all your neighbor houses?”
cross the door of a house that you have never visited… then look for a small
red man… he will tell you everything that you ever wanted to know”.
It was incredible how easy
was to fool Jason. I saw him go to a quest that he was not going to survive. Of
course, he couldn’t die in the spirit world… but that monster will punish him
by eating him over and over again until he is satisfied, hopefully to the end
of times. I spend several minutes in his dream world until I was able to
manipulate it. I found myself again in college, but now I was inhabiting
Jason’s body. I was the owner of this dream world and I could only laugh,
knowing that I was able to accomplish my objective.
The next day was surreal. I
spend all day watching myself at the mirror, playing with my dick and trying
out Jason’s clothes. Then I performed a ritual in order to ensure that no
external force will ever enter my dreams… meaning that poor Jason was stuck on
another plane of existence without a possibility of getting his meat suit back.
Look at me, now I am an executive of a world class bank. I am part of the
middle management, but from what I heard, I have great chances of climbing the
corporate ladder. I study anthropology and this led me access to this ancient
knowledge that have gave me the body, the life of my dreams. If my father could
see me now… well, I am pretty sure that he will be proud of what his son has
Alex opened the door of his apartment and threw his keys onto the counter, his eyes darting around. He’d been expecting a delivery today, the delivery notification came in just minutes ago.
“God damn Bryce, couldn’t even accept the delivery, the one favor I’ve asked,” Alex thought to himself.
Bryce was Alex’s roommate. A large, handsome jock of a man; quite the opposite of Alex. If Bryce wasn’t home he’d be at the beach, the gym, or out hitting on everything that had a pulse. Alex had always had a love/hate relationship with the jock, but he was also jealous that he wasn’t and couldn’t ever be muscular and manly in the same way that Bryce was.
“Hey, Bryce, you here? I had a delivery?” Alex asked loudly.
A few days ago Alex had seen an oddly specific ad in his Instagram feed for a special kind of spray-on supplement that claimed to be able to “bring out the jock in you!”. The twenty-four-year-old had been trying desperately to pack some weight onto his thin body, and in that desperation, anything that claimed it might help was an option.
Alex walked toward Bryce’s room, the door half shut but the light still on.
“Oh yeah man, got it here!”, Bryce’s unmistakable, deep voice echoed out from behind the door.
He opened the door to see the small box open on the floor, the shipping label torn through the middle with the words “From: New You Inc.” still partially legible.
The six-foot-two Bryce was standing at his desk, shirtless, with his strong, hairy chest on full display. Alex spied a small spray canister with the label “Jock Formula” written across it in Bryce’s meaty hand.
“No!“ Before Alex could stop him the dimwitted stud pressed down on the cap and sprayed it under his arm.
“Huh… it’s already empty?” the jock said, confused because he hadn’t bothered to read any of the included writing.
“Yeah, it’s a single dose, Bryce! That shit was expensive,” Alex bemoaned, barely containing his anger.
“Oh shit, sorry man,” Bryce turned to face Alex, a regretful grimace crossing his handsome face.
“What’s the deal anyway, it smells like… sweat? Aren’t these sorts of things meant to smell good?” Bryce said, sniffing his hairy underarm.
“That’s probably just you. It’s not a fragrance anyway, it’s was meant to be some kind of supplement, to help me you know, bulk up a bit,” Alex replied bashfully.
He snatched the empty canister from Bryce’s hand and examined the bottle, reading the fine print on the side: “Single-dose only. Warning: Strictly for use only by men who do not match the description of a jock. Effects are unknown outside of this group.”
“Weird warning… Whatever, it was probably just a scam like all the rest anyway,” Alex thought in defeat as he turned to leave Bryce’s sweaty room only to be startled by a heaving groan from behind him.
The loud, lurching moan made Alex jump. He turned to see Bryce bracing against the desk with his mouth hanging open and breathing heavily.
“Ugh, fuck!”, Bryce lightly thrust his hips forward and slumped into the desk chair sitting next to him.
“Bryce? Are you okay?” Alex spoke slowly with genuine concern.
The jock now had an enormous, raging boner visible through his loose gym shorts. Alex blushed staring at the outline of his hunky roommate’s long, thick cock.
“I… I think I’m having a reaction or something man…,” Bryce moaned, having difficulty moving off the chair. He tried repeatedly to stand only to moan and fall back down.
Alex thought back to the odd warning label on the bottle and began to panic. What would happen if a jock tried to use the spray? Bryce’s rolled his eyes back as he thrust slowly and deeply upward. A large, damp patch appeared on the front of the shorts, followed by large loads of cum seeping through the fabric. Alex watched in astonishment as the stained shorts began to disintegrate, revealing the throbbing eight-inch cock that was contained within. Bryce heaved and moaned as ropes of cum shot up his thick abs.
Something about Bryce’s body looked unusual at this stage. Alex could have sworn the tall man looked a bit shorter. Indeed, Bryce was shrinking, and at a rapidly accelerating pace. His chest appeared to flatten and his muscular limbs deflated and retracted. His entire body was taking on a fabric-like texture as it rapidly receded inwards. Soon, all that was left of Alex’s roommate was a jockstrap sitting in the chair.
Alex stumbled backward in shock and sat on the side of Bryce’s bed. His mind was swirling with panic as he clasped his hands over his face, certain his situation was a bad dream and that he’d wake up any second. A light thud followed by brushing across his ankle caused him to lower his hands and see that the jockstrap had moved itself to the floor and attempted to push itself under his feet.
Alex screamed and recoiled his legs from the floor, jumping upright and unwittingly giving the jockstrap the perfect opportunity as it flew up his legs.
“Fuck! Get off!” Alex yelped as he hopped across the floor, slamming into the desk and drawers trying to pull the material away from his shorts. His horror only deepened when his shorts sizzled and frayed in contact with the jockstrap, melting into the air within seconds. His briefs met the same fate only moments later. There was no contest to be had. The jockstrap easily forced its way up his now bare legs and wrapped itself around his ass and cock.
“What the fuck?! Get off! G- get… augh!” Alex hunched over, stabilizing himself on Bryce’s desk. The sensation of the jockstrap hugging his soft cock was mind-blowing. Between gasps of pleasure, Alex heard a quiet cracking, whimpering in response as his legs began to creak, stretching longer. He thrashed backward from his hunched position allowing his back to soar taller. Alex’s arms felt heavier as they too stretched longer. Groans escaped his lips as the lengthening stopped. The formerly five-foot-nine man was now a lanky six-foot-two. However, he wouldn’t be lanky for long.
Alex’s thighs ached and pulsed. He placed his hands on them, groaning as the muscles swelled and expanded. He pushed harder into the throbbing muscles as if pushing back might stop what was happening. But the thighs just continued to bulge with muscle.
The straps around Alex’s rear tightened harder and harder as his ass swelled into them, round and firm. He grunted, shooting a massive load into the jockstrap while his cheeks expanded. Brown hair began to swirl out of the perfect globes and across his massive legs. It spread across his shins while his calves bubbled and bulged with strength.
Something about Alex’s new legs looked vaguely familiar to him, but his train of thought was interrupted by the upward spread of the changes.
“Please… no,” the groans bubbled from Alex’s throat as his stomach began to tighten. Looking downward he could see the soft outline of abs appear. The bulges of muscle only deepened as the abs thickened further. He delicately and fearfully brushed his hands against his new abs. Those legs, those abs… Alex recognized them now. They were unmistakably Bryce’s. His mind was gripped by fear, “No… no… I can’t be…”
He lurched and gasped feeling his nipples become erect, begging to be touched as muscle began to form below them. Alex blew another load feeling the thick, meaty pecs surge forth from his chest, coated in a dusting of dark, manly hair. Whatever doubt he had was washed away, this was his roommate’s chest. Alex couldn’t help but think ahead, that he’d gain Bryce’s muscular arms, his looks, his massive cock. Fear quickly gave way to desire. He couldn’t resist, he was turning into his hot roommate and the thought turned him on immensely.
“Oh fuck yeah,” a smirk crossed his face as the pressure rose in his shoulders, groaning as they pushed outwards, growing and broadening. He gripped one of the biceps with his hand tightly feeling his skinny arms begin to inflate. His biceps and triceps gradually swelled and packed on strong muscle, his grip being forced more and more open, unable to come close to holding the beautifully thick arms. Alex’s cock pulsed hard at the realization these dominant, muscular arms were truly his. His thin forearms writhed and twitched as muscle blossomed and grew within them. Veins snaked across them, running down his hands, and followed by a trail of new hairs. Alex held his trembling digits in front of his face, watching and feeling his palms creak and expand. The fingers twitched as they soared outward into the air, growing unbelievably long and proportionately meaty. Alex moaned in delight at the feeling of the weight and size of his new digits.
The same erotic stretching sensation that plagued Alex’s hands next infected his feet. Knowing that Bryce wore a size twelve, Alex knew what he was in for as the toes on his size eight feet began to stretch longer. His toes raged against his no-show socks, stretching the cotton beyond belief. Beneath the thin, strained material he could them stretching longer and thicker before they tore through. The hairy digits twitched and throbbed as his soles spread longer and wider across the floor. Alex gawked at the big feet, recognizing them as Bryce’s, but now his own.
Alex growled in anticipation as the changes rippled up his neck, causing it to widen and thicken. His sensual grunts lowered in pitch as his vocal cords morphed. His nostrils flared outward and inhaled deeply as the small button nose grew longer and thicker. A sharper, broader, more attractive jawline emerged from his face while his cheekbones shifted. His cock drooled with the knowledge that he was transforming into his handsome, jock roommate. The short hair on his head thickened and grew out, gaining waves and curls while darkening a shade. His teeth glimmered as his smile becoming a cocky smirk no one could resist. Reaching to his face, he could feel the short stubbly beard that Bryce usually had forcing its way out.
Alex turned to the mirrored wardrobe at his right, drenched in sweat, and immediately released a massive wad of cum at the sight of the manly face, Bryce’s face, looking back at him.
Alex felt his balls surge and rumble as they inflated. Emptied of cum from repeated orgasms prior, he felt them weighed down heavier, filling with new, hot, jock cum. He smiled with a dumb, devilish grin as his cock began to quiver and throb, signaling what was next to come.
An inhuman roar spilled from Alex’s mouth as his cock began to swell in size. The head bulged against the jockstrap, bloating outward and spewing more cum into the soaked jockstrap. The lengthening cock shoved against the material, pushing it further and further away from his waist and offering a view of the thickening, veiny shaft within.
Alex muttered under his breath, enthralled by the sensation of his cock morphing into a carbon copy of his roommate’s. He rubbed his hands across his beefy pecs and abs, taking in his new form and embracing the big, manly jock he now was.
His cock bounced upward as it slipped out the top of the jockstrap, having grown too large. The front of the jockstrap snapped back elastically against the top of Alex’s hairy legs. He gazed downward, panting at the massive, pulsating cock. Cum oozed out of the mushroom head, running down his eight-inch shaft. It quivered, longing to be stroked, and Alex was all too happy to oblige. He gripped the monster in his hand and throttled it.
The jock couldn’t last long, given he’d been teetering on the brink since the very beginning. Alex bellowed as the most intense orgasm of his life rocked his entire body. His large balls tensed as cum repeatedly rocketed out of the hard python, spraying up his hard, muscular chest and across the room; his shy, nerdy personality traits being pumped away with it.
Blinded from the pleasure, his mind blurred, the gaps that had formed being filled with new traits: sports, the gym, and sex were all that mattered to him now. Once the post-orgasmic glow passed the new and improved Alex made a stupid grin, impressed with the mess he’d made.
He stuffed his large, soft cock back into the jockstrap, smearing it with sweat and cum. He shuddered, feeling something strange across his body as if a moan were echoing out from the jockstrap.
He looked down at the piece of fabric, “Hey Bryce, hope you’re liking it down there, bro,” Alex snickered as he adjusted his package.
Judge Loggia walks into the room, as stern faced as he can be. He looks at the bailiff and acknowledges him with a firm nod. Judge Loggia is 49 years old, and comes from a rich Italian genetic stock. He is devilishly handsome for a man his age, with silver streaks across the temples of his still richly dark black hair. He is handsome and his face is deeply etched, lines across his forehead speak to a a lifetime of frowning. His cheeks are covered in a deep permanent five-o-clock shadow. He is a tall and imposing man, just over 6 foot 5 and muscular to boot. He is in relatively good shape. Many have said he has a similar look to the actor Bobby Cannavale. He is ruggedly handsome; a result of winning a case early on in his career. It is not what he originally looked like. He took both the name and the body of the man he took to court, and he is one of the foremost experts in the country on body swap law.
This is Body Swap Court. Body swap court is now in session. Litigants have been sworn in. What you are about to see is a real case of body swap.
Many people come to body swap court but they don’t always succeed in getting what they want. Sometimes defendants have to give up their bodies because they can’t pay for extreme damages or debt. if debt is the cause, there must have been an agreement from the defendant at some point and legal counsel must have been received before signing such an agreement. Body swaps can also be ordered for jail sentences involving battery, assault, rape, hate crimes, attempted murder, and other crimes. Some are proven innocent. Others fall through the cracks of the system and have to agree to swap bodies with plaintiffs. The more severe the crime, the longer the body swap sentence. Body swaps are unhealthy if more than one is done in a three year period so there is a 3 YEAR MANDATORY MINIMUM in sentencing. Some body swap sentences ARE FOR LIFE. These cases are real and reflect what the reality of body swap means to our society. These are their stories.
“All rise for the honorable Judge Allan Loggia!”
Caitlin stood as the judge come into the room but she was glaring daggers across the courtroom at Joey who stood at the other table looking as cocky as could be. Joey Barsky was your typical college frat boy, he spent as much time at the gym or drinking as he did at classes, more. He was probably flunking most of them but his parents’ money kept him in school and passing. His auburn hair was usually messy, but today was styled into a presentable quiff. His usual tank top and short combo was also replaced by a suit. He was pretty good looking, handsome but with a bit of a baby face still, which is why she had slept with him, even thought he might be dating material until his personality came out. He was only nineteen though, and would probably end up being a drop-dead handsome man.
She felt her lawyer put a hand on her shoulder and looked over to see her shake her head. Right. Decorum.
Judge Loggia sat down and motioned for everyone else to sit, which Caitlin did gratefully. Only six months pregnant, but she was six months pregnant with twins, and standing just was not comfortable anymore. At eighteen, Caitlin herself was on the small side as well. She was petite, with a heart shaped face and long straight black hair. She was often compared to a porcelain doll. Small, delicate, and fragile. All her life she had been called pretty, but she was also smart. Smart enough to be pre-med on a full scholarship. The bailiff handed the judge a folder. “Next up, Newfield v Barsky.”
The judge looked over the folder, though he had no doubt already read everything inside earlier. “So, as I understand it, the root of this case is Miss Newfield’s pregnancy.”
Caitlin’s lawyer stood up. “Indeed your honor, Mr Barsky impregnated Miss Newfield against her will. So we are filing suit against Mr Barsky for damages.”
“Your honor,” Joey’s lawyer stood up. “We have already offered a sizable child support package with reasonable visitation terms to Miss Newfield. Mr Barsky’s parents are quite wealthy and the money being offered is enough to support both children and Miss Newfield.”
“Yes, yes, I have a copy of that up here.. this is.. quite a lot of money. Why is your client rejecting it?” Judge Loggia looked right towards Caitlin and her lawyer.
“Miss Newfield doesn’t want money nor does she want children, she also doesn’t believe she should have to carry the twins to term, nor care for them afterwards as they were forced upon her by Mr Barsky. She was wholly dedicated to her studies and intending to go to medical school after graduation. Children would interfere with that.”
Joey’s lawyer cut in. “The sex was entirely consensual, even Miss Newfield doesn’t deny that.”
Caitlin’s lawyer started up again. “The condom..”
“Condom’s break, your honor, it happens.”
Caitlin’s lawyer smiled as her opponent stepped right into it. “Especially if they’re sabotaged.”
“Objection, your honor, counsel clearly..”
Caitlin’s lawyer cut him off again, the judge was merely watching from the bench quietly. “I have obtained a series of text messages that Mr Barsky sent a group chat of his fellow frat brothers.” She held up the paper and began to read. “Nah, bro, I totally poke holes in them so they’ll break. By the time I graduate there’s gonna be dozens of little Barskys all over campus.” She held out the stack of papers to the bailiff who brought them up to the judge.
Both Joey and his lawyer looked ashen. As soon as the lawyer opened his mouth to speak though, Loggia held up a finger to silence him as he read through the texts. “This does seem pretty cut and dry evidence of sabotaging birth control. What is Miss Newfield’s claim?”
“Fifty thousand dollars for emotional damages. Plus a body swap.” Caitlin’s lawyer smiled over towards her colleague. “Mr Barsky wants to be a parent so badly, let him. He can finish carrying his own children to term, give birth to them and be listed as both mother AND father on their birth certificates. His family has the assets to help him take care of twins as a single mother. Miss Newfield is ready to give up any and all parental claim on both children.”
“So a minimum swap of three years then?” The judge asked, his eyes fixed on a suddenly ill looking Joey Barsky.
“Pregnancy and birth can cause several irreversible changes in a woman’s body, your honor. As such, the marks of what Mr Barsky did will be on Miss Newfield’s body for life. So we are requesting a swap duration of life.”
“Life, your honor? Surely the three years is sufficient!” So, they were already conceding to at least that. Caitlin felt herself smiling, her lawyer had told her the plan ahead of time. Joey’s body was going to be hers. Not that she didn’t like being a woman, but there was a certain appeal in having such a powerful, male body. Being able to kick the crap out of people for one.
The judge spoke up. “Normally in cases like this, I rule that the body swap lasts until the children reach the age of majority.” Her lawyer had told her the judge would say that too.
“Normally your honor, we would be fine with that.” ‘Like hell,’ Caitlin thought as he lawyer continued. “But Mr Barsky is an obvious nymphomaniac and reproductive abuser. We’ll agree until age of dependency with the condition that Mr Barsky not get pregnant again during that time. Should he become pregnant, the swap will become permanent. If all goes well, he’ll have his body back at the still young age of 37. Plenty of time to find a wife and have more children should he so desire.”
Caitlin wasn’t worried. Joey was a known manslut around the school. Knowing him he’d be knocked up again less than a year after having the twins. Caitlin also knew he was bi from one of their encounters where he begged her to peg him, then called her by his roommate’s name. He’d probably ride a dick the first chance he got and every chance he got.
Caitlin smiled as the judge nodded his head. “Seems a fair addition to me.”
There was more to be hashed out, but everything was going Caitlin’s way.
Two hours later and Caitlin stood in one of the body swap rooms. She’d go to sleep in the one and wake up in the other. It took some hashing out in the courtroom, but she basically got everything she wanted. The money, the body, though on paper the body was for just over eighteen years, he’d definitely trigger that clause. He got two kids and a uterus.
“Are you sure about this, pumpkin?” Caitlin’s father Hank was in the room, looking at Caitlin laying on the bed. She was a bit conscious of the fact she only had a sheet on to hide her body, but it was her father.
“Dad, five daughters, you’ve always said you wanted a son. Now you’re getting one and you want to complain?” She laughed softly.
“Not at the expense of one of my girls.”
Caitlin smiled at him, “It’ll still be me in there. Same old Caitlin, different body.” Soon, her father was being ushered out with one last farewell and Caitlin felt herself falling asleep. Then, as if after a brief afternoon nap she was waking up again. She was having a little trouble focusing and sat up, she felt two strong hands grip her shoulders to steady her.
“Woah, hey there. Docs said you may be a little unsteady.” It was her father’s voice. “There was a complication. You’ve been out of it for a whole day.”
“Dad? Whole day? I thought..” Was that her voice that was so deep? “I thought it would only be an hour.”
“Oh thank, god. It is you in there Caitlin. The docs said you were in there, just taking time settling in. I was worried it didn’t work for you either.” Her vision was slowly coming back. It wasn’t the swap room in the courthouse she was in but what looked like a hospital room. She lifted her hands to look at them. They were so big, and she could feel the muscles bunching in her arms as she moved. She felt so strong.
“Complication?” Slowly, the words her father had been saying to her were working their way into her mind.
“They said it was safe to do a body swap on a pregnant woman, but apparently no one had ever tested it on a woman pregnant with multiple children before.” It was a different voice. She turned to look in that direction to see a doctor striding into the room, hands in his lab coat. “I heard voices, glad to see you’re awake. Good to finally meet you, Caitlin, I’m Doctor Henly.”
“What happened?” Caitlin asked, letting her hands rest on her stomach, her wonderfully flat, not pregnant stomach. The six pack was a bonus.
“Well, HIPPA is a little gray here, but seeing as he never took possession of your old body, I guess it’s still yours.” The doctor rubbed his chin. “Apparently your mind settled in his body no problem. His took a wrong turn and tried to settle in one of the unborn children. Their minds are not fully developed yet, and couldn’t take the imprint. By the time the technicians realized and got the signals directed at your old brain too much had been lost. Your old body is basically brain dead. We’re keeping it alive until the twins can be removed, but.. I’m sorry. It’s lost. We can’t try moving you back for another three years and by then the brain damage would be too extensive to take the imprint. This is your body for life now.” The doctor picked up the clipboard, looking it over. “Quite the body, too. Good vitals, excellent health despite a somewhat risky sex life, no significant allergies, no genetic anomalies. We want to keep you overnight for surveillance but you’ll be free to go tomorrow.” Shaking both Caitlin’s hand and her father’s hand, he headed out the door.
“I’m sorry, pumpkin. This must be difficult. Losing your ol…” Caitlin cut her father off with something half way between a laugh and a sigh.
“It’s fine, dad. Just think of it like.. I got a full body transplant to save my life.” She smiled softly though it faded after a moment when she caught her reflection in the mirror on the bathroom door. “Joey Barsky is dead, though. He’s dead, and I’m in his body. This is going to make going back to school even more awkward than it was going to be.”
“Maybe you can switch schools? Go to another campus?” Caitlin just shook her head at the suggestion. “Well, then you’re going to have to live with it, pumpkin.” Hank looked at the clock on the wall and stood up. “Visiting hours are just about over, I’ll come back tomorrow and give you a ride back home. Though we may want to stop and do some clothes shopping on the way. See you tomorrow, Caity.”
“Carter.” The name stopped Hank at the door. “I can’t go by Caitlin anymore, well, I guess I could but it doesn’t really fit. I’m thinking Carter.” Hank just nodded and smiled, hearing his new son pick his own middle name to go by.
“Okay then. I’ll see you, tomorrow, Carter.”
Once the door to the room was closed Caitlin now Carter got out of bed. At some point they had gotten a hospital gown on him, but hadn’t tied it in the back. He slid it off and tossed it on the bed, standing naked in front of the bathroom door mirror. How strange it was to see this body reflected back at her. She knew it well enough, she and Joey had slept together more than once, but being inside it was another matter. His auburn hair was back to it’s usual mess, and when he smiled it was Joey’s confident grin smiling back from the mirror, though it was missing a certain smug douchery. His body was fit and toned, a light dusting of reddish-brown hair across his chest and a line down the middle of his six pack. His cock wasn’t super special, a little bit above average, uncut, but Joey did sport a pair of the biggest balls Carter had ever seen on a guy. Well, Carter had them now, like he was smuggling a pair of limes.
Oh man. Was that what it felt like to have a cock? No wonder guys were obsessed with the things. Carter was slowly stroking his, his other hand fondling his heavily laden ball sack. No more g-spot hunting, here it was, hanging right out in front. Without even thinking about it, or the fact a nurse or orderly could walk in, Carter jerked himself off in front of the mirror, splattering the surface with his cum, just as there was a knock on the door.
An orderly slipped into the room with a tray of food, setting it down on the table. “Dinner.” Only then did he notice Carter standing there naked and he definitely noticed the mess on the mirror. Even more mortifying, Carter found the orderly kind of cute. At least her taste in guys was still in tact. “I’ll, uh, leave you to it.”
Carter just sighed as the orderly left. This was going to take getting used to.
Carter could feel all the eyes on him as he walked from the parking lot up to his dorm room. He had stopped and gone shopping with his father and had a few shopping bags of clothes hanging from his hands. It would hold him over for now, even if it wasn’t much of a wardrobe. What got him though was the whispering. People pointing and saying things under their breath to the friends or acquaintances as Carter walked along. Rumor spread faster than an STD on most college campuses, and this one was no different.
He let himself into his dorm room and closed the door behind him with a sigh. Privacy at last. Though even the room felt strange now. Caitlin’s clothes in the closet, pictures of her and her friends on the walls. Carter had decided once he got this body he was going to live as a guy, so some stuff would just have to go. It didn’t mean a whole personality change, but he would say farewell to the old clothes and makeup. Carter started to unbutton the dress shirt that Joey had put on for court. It was the only clothing he had that fit, at least until they went to the store, and Carter always felt weird wearing purchases out of the store, but it was definitely time to change. He wondered if he should send the suit back to Joey’s family, it was his and not Carter’s after all, but that might be rubbing salt in a wound.
Tossing the dress shirt aside, followed shortly by slacks and boxers, he started digging through the new clothes. He had barely gotten on a fresh pair of boxers where there was a knock on the door. Caitlin was used to dorm mates stopping by, even when she was half dressed and on reflex said, “Come in.” Not thinking that.
“Oh lord..” The young woman who opened the door said as she stepped inside, then turned around. “Naked man.” Vanessa was one of Caitlin’s friends, two years older than her and RA for this floor of the dorm. They had become friends early in the year.
“I have underwear on.” Carter said defensively.
“Well put on some pants, I don’t need to see that much..” Vanessa, shook her head, still not looking over. Though as Carter dug for a pair of jeans and pulled those on he swore he caught Vanessa peeking over her shoulder.
“Okay. Pants on, Vanessa, you can look now.” Carter sat down on his bed with a sigh, rubbing a bare shoulder.
“Damn, Caity girl, that’s really you in there, isn’t it?” Carter just nodded his head in response. “And the rumors are true? Joey didn’t wake up?” Carter just nodded again. “How you holding up?”
“Worried I made a mistake. I mean…” Carter held out his hands in front of him, big meaty things that would engulf her old hands. “It all feels really strange. Good in some ways, awful in others.” He grabbed one of his pectorals, hefting it like he would have one of his breasts, but it was completely different, and that fuzz on his chest was gonna feel weird for a while.
“Girl, if you keep fondling your man body, I’m leaving.” Vanessa said as she picked up a discarded towel and threw it at Carter, who caught it in the face. “Though I gotta say, if it wasn’t you in there, Caitlin… mm mmm.”
“Carter.” Caitlin said as she pulled the towel off her face. “Decided if I’m going to have this body, might as well live it out as a guy, so, Carter.”
Vanessa nodded, “That’s what I came to talk to you about. Check on a friend, yes, but as RA I gotta give you the bad news, too.” She sat in the desk chair and looked over at Carter. “Since this is an all girls floor, you have till the end of the week to find a new spot on campus to live. I already checked on the boys floor, but they’ve had two new additions this week and are out of room. Co-ed dorm ain’t much better. I’ll keep my ear out for you, but you might have to do off campus for the rest of the semester, or see if a girl in the co-ed dorms will trade.”
“Shit.. On top of midterm studying and getting used to a new body..” Carter sighed, and buried his face in his hands. There was another knock on the door and Carter mumbled another, “Come in.”
“No! Not you! She does not want to see you!” Vanessa was on her feet trying to usher out one of the beefiest guys on campus. Mark DeLong, not only was he big, he was a friend of Joey Barsky. Mark was holding up his hands in a warding gesture against the smaller Vanessa.
“I’m not here to make trouble, other way around, honest.” Mark barely flinched as Vanessa swatted him hard on the arm. Carter could hear the smack, but it was Vanessa that ended up hurting her hand.
“V. It’s fine..” Carter fixed Mark with a baleful stare. “What do you want?”
“Can we talk?” Mark looked over at Vanessa. “In private?” Vanessa looked over to Carter, but Carter nodded.
“If you need me Carts, I’ll be just down the hall.” Carts.. already a new nickname from Vanessa. Typical. Mark came into the room and Vanessa headed out, shutting the door behind her with a bit more of a slam than was needed. Mark flinched.
Mark sighed and leaned back against the door, just staring at Carter as if not really believing what he’s seeing. “You look like him, but you don’t. Joey always had this cocky, douche bag smirk..”
“Mark. What do you want?” Carter knew his tone had no patience in it.
“Okay, hear me out.” Mark started as he moved to take a seat at Carter’s desk. “We need each other.” Carter’s eye brows were already going up, and his mouth opening to snap a retort, but Mark quickly kept going. “I know you need a place to live and we need a spot in the frat filled. With Joey gone and Mitch quit on us we’re down to five. Less than six and the frat gets shut down. So you come live with us, we get to keep the frat open and you have a place on campus to live. We won’t even charge you rent this semester, just.. help us keep going.”
Carter laughed. “Join Joey’s old frat? Why should I? You guys probably backed him up in his plan.”
Mark was quickly shaking his head. “No, none of us really liked Joey. He was a legacy and bankrolled our keggers with his parents cash so we put up with him. Mitch was the only one that liked him, and he quit on us when he found out we sent the group texts about the condoms to your lawyer. Check with her if you don’t believe me, I sent them myself.” Mark actually looked desperate.
“C'mon, I can’t be your only option.” Carter was shaking his head again, disbelieving.
“Joey.. kinda damaged our rep.. like.. a lot. You showing you forgive us would go a long way to help that, too. “The type of guys we want around won’t risk it and the type that don’t mind are the type we don’t want. We made a mistake with Joey, let us make it up to you.” Mark leaned forward. “Please, I’ll do anything. I hated Joey, honest.
“Anything?” Carter looked right at Mark.
“Anything.” He echoed.
“So if I said I wanted you on your knees giving me a blow job in the next thirty seconds…” Carter’s eyes went wide as suddenly Mark was out of the chair and kneeling in front of him, hands on his jeans’ fly, unbuttoning the pants. “I was joking…”
“I’m not.” Mark said, pulling down the zipper of Carter’s pants, he pulled down the waistband of his underwear and fondled Carter’s cock and balls free. His masturbation session last night was one thing, but feeling someone else’s hands on his cock was something else entirely. Mark’s hands were surprisingly gentle as he stroked the shaft, pulling back Carter’s foreskin to reveal the head of his cock.
Carter put on hand on Mark’s shoulder, meant to halt him. “Mark.. you don’t have to. I didn’t..” But then he felt the warm, wet, interior of Mark’s mouth around the head of his cock and he squeezed Mark’s shoulder with a gasp. “Fuck..” It was so different from having a vagina and being penetrated. This feeling of being completely engulfed in warm pleasure. This was also obviously not Mark’s first time giving a blow job either, he was quickly bringing Carter to climax, his tongue finding all the sensitive spots on his shaft. His balls were being rolled around and tugged on just hard enough to encourage them on and not hurt them.
Carter felt his back arching and toes curling as he shot his loud into Mark’s eager mouth, who swallowed every last drop of cum from those huge, heavy balls of his. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand with a shit-eating grin. “Always wondered what that cock tasted like. Perfect size to suck, and damn does it shoot. Not disappointed.” Mark went back to his chair while Carter still sat there with his cock flopped out, balls resting on his bed between his legs. “So?”
“Okay, one month. I will move in for one month. Either that will give you time to find someone or convince me to stay longer. Deal?” Carter held out his hand.
“Deal.” Mark took the hand and shook it. “Stop by the frat later and I’ll introduce you and show you your room, then we can help you move your stuff over.”
Carter finally realized he was sitting there still with his cock out when Mark wouldn’t stop leering at it, and quickly shoved it away, fastening his jeans.
“So is it true, despite the body swap your.. preferences haven’t changed.” Mark asked with a curious tilt of his head.
Carter nodded, “Yeah, so I guess I’m gay now. Which.. seems weird to say.”
“Well, then you’ll fit right in. I’ll tell you our frat’s little secret right now. Everyone in it is either gay or bi, it’s the other reason we have trouble finding people. I hope you stick around, you might actually enjoy yourself.” Mark stood and headed out of Carter’s dorm room with only a wave of farewell.
Carter watched Mark go in silence. Well, really he found himself staring at Mark’s beefy ass wondering what it would be like to.. Carter shook his head to clear it. “God, the testosterone must be getting to me. Never thought about sex this much before..” He took one look around the room and sighed. Might as well get sorting on what was being kept and what thrown out.
Centaurus, from the day he hatched, had an intimate connection with the idea of hunger. During his youth, rarely did a day go by where he didn’t struggle to sleep due to the hunger pangs in his belly. Food was always scarce, and thus always tasted good. Only the vilest and expired garbage had no place in his stomach. What came out of that lonely and wretched life was a person that thrived in the Nebula Academy—the place where his body could feast on another.
As Centaurus crawled through the vents, his stomach began to growl. Already it was aching from the scent of chemicals that the human brain swam in. However, grabbing any host was a sure sign to immediately fail. The goals were clear-cut and set:
Minimum three human hosts
Must not attract unneeded attention that requires intervention from the professor. Failure to do so will result in an automatic failure
At least one transfer between hosts must be in a crowded area. Stealth is key
Searching for a lone host throughout these apartments was the optimal way to start, and Centaurus didn’t doubt that his classmates were thinking the exact same way. All of them, he soon noticed, except for a certain member of his class. Sneaking through the vents, Centaurus caught sight of a man convulsing on his bed, the tail end of one of Centaurus’ classmates, Mizar, slipping through his mouth. While Centaurus watch, he heard the sounds of the shower running in the other room. Clever, thought Centaurus. While it didn’t fit the conventional use of “crowded,” the fact that another human stood just a few feet away fulfilled the requirement. But not clever enough. Sorry, Mizar, but it was a good attempt.
Though Centaurus was uncertain if taking the person in the shower would really count as crowded for him as well due to one of their own already inhabiting it, the opportunity that lay before him was far too sweet to pass up. He crawled through the events and made his way over to the apartment’s bathroom. Steam filled up the entire room as the inhabitant washed his body. Muscular and large—how Centaurus liked them.
“Bro. Open the door. It’s me, Dylan. Yeah, I know my voice sounds different. Open up.”
I unlocked the door and there he stood. This guy wasn’t Dylan. He sure as Hell didn’t look like him. In fact, he was the exact opposite of Dylan in every way.
Dylan was short, five foot nothing. He wasn’t a twig but he wasn’t average sized? Is that a thing? He was like a reed but not quite a twig. Lanky would be a good term. He wore glasses. He suffered from astigmatism and myopia. He had some acne. And he had peach fuzz at most on his face.
The guy in front of me loomed over me. Over six feet tall, maybe six and a half. He wasn’t jacked but he was built, fit, muscles well defined. He has hairy arms and a beard.
But the eyes, even without the glasses, I could recognize those eyes.
“It’s me, man. Look at me. I’m hot.” He shoved his way in and shut the door. “That weird dice I found, the big one, that looked like a d20 dice and a magic 8 ball fused together. That thing. It did this.”
Ok but what is this that it did?
He took his shirt off.
“Look at me. I’m friggin hot!” He flexes his chest, his biceps. “I wished for this on that ball. It came true!” He tugged his pants down, he was wearing nothing boxers, he grabbed at a fat heavy and large shaft hidden away in there. “My friggin dick is huge, bro!” He grinned stupidly at that.
Where did you find that thing?
“Some hot guy approached me at the game store, the one we get our DnD stuff at. Asked if there was anything I wished for. I said yeah to look hot like you. He gave me this,” he pulled a knapsack off his shoulder and pulled out a massive d20 dice or something that looked like a d20. There was the opening with the swirling black liquid inside like a magic 8 ball.
This is getting weird…
“You don’t believe me?”
I mean. Look at you. How can I not. It’s just a lot to take in…
“Here. I’ll prove it.” He looked at the dice and stared intently at it for a moment. “I wish my best bud was as hot as me.”
The change hit me hard and fast. First there was pressure and pain. I felt my body stretching, getting taller, gaining height. 5 foot 5 grew. Five foot seven, 8,10, soon I got to six feet, more height. More. Six foot seven. My body stoped growing taller.
The pressure stopped.
Dude… What the f- UCK!
The pain came back. All over. I looked at my hands and feet. They had grown but my muscles, the barely existent ones, began to grow and swell. Biceps swelled thicker and larger. I instinctively flexed them. Instantly the pain became pleasure. I groaned. Oh fuck. Oh fuck that felt good.
Fuck that feels amazing.
“Doesn’t it?! Bro take off your shirt. It’s gonna tear if you don’t.
I yank my shirt off. Perfect timing as my torso swelled. Abs, pecs. Me pecs thickened immensely, swelling out as moans flowed from me. Each groan going deeper as my voice changed.
"Pants, bro, pants!”
I chucked them. My long skinny legs exploded with girth. Thicker thighs and defined calves. I felt my ass ballooning, swelling, growing round and thick, plump yet firm.
“Now the best part…”
The feeling that washed over me, especially between my now thicker thighs could only be described ad orgasmic but intensified ten fold. My toes curled, my knees almost buckled, I felt as if I had shot off in my briefs, which I immediately chucked. My dick grew. I mean it grew. A puny three inch flaccid thing to a thick sic, no, seven inch uncut sausage. The thing was three times the girth and ss I marveled at it, it began to thicken and harden.
The pleasure grew. I felt it spreading down. My balls grew. Larger and heavier. It spread further. I felt it between my cheeks, at my hole, tingling pleasures that dug their way in.
What the hell is happening to my ass?
“That’s your um whatcha call it… Postate…. Prostate? It’ll feel even better, bruh.”
My knees gave. I fell to my knees. The mind emptying pleasure hit hard. My cock, my balls, my ass, my chest. I flexed instinctively. Flexed my biceps, my ass, my chest, moaning like a whore in heat as my cock grew to full size, ten, maybe 10.5 inches. Thick. Throbbing. Drooling precum.
Oh god oh god fuuuuucking hellll…
My cock let loose. Ropes of cum. One, two, four shots, cock pulsing hard. The shots reached far across my floor. Each shot more than I had ever given off before.
Oh oh sh-FUCK!
Another few rounds of cum. Five, six, seven, my floor smeared in excess spunk.
“Fuck yeah, bro. That’s… Fucking hot…” I look up. Dylan is stroking his fat tube of cock meat in his boxers.
Whip it out, bruh…. Show me what you’re packing…. Beat that huge fucker… Let’s see you bust…. All over me, man… When you bust.. All over my thick fucking muscle tits.. Make me messy…
“Fuck, bro!” He hauled the beast out and stepped up to me. His cock throbbing angrily as he stroked it.
The hot raunchy stench of cock and cum was overwhelming. I wad drooling and panting. I leaned in. I wrapped my lips around his cock and started sucking. There was an explosion of color and pleasure in my mind as his flavor hit me. So good. So good. Cock tastes so good!
“Fuuuck, bro!” Be grabbed my head and started fucking his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. “Choke on that sweaty cock, bro. Yeah. Make it nasty. Gonna feed you a load… Then grab some of your older bro’s clothes… We’re going to Aaron’s…then Daryl’s… Hnnfuuck… Let’s get all the guys in on this….But stay on your knees for a while… You look so fucking hot on your knees…”
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No, no, no! There’s no way!
This can’t be happening!
I was in a panic. I was
certain Justin was going to beat me up as soon as he found me… Pretty much like
he always does. God, what a dang prick, always picking on little guys like me,
treating us like dirt just because we can’t get all massive like him! It’s not
So for years I’d dreamed and
wished I could be bigger. I was just your typical short and skinny little Asian nerd. I
could run like the wind, from years of running away from bullies, but other
than that, I didn’t really have anything going for me athletically. All through
grade school and high school, and now even in college, I had nothing but these
meathead jocks treating me and other nerds on campus like trash.
And as messed up as it
sounded, I couldn’t help but go to my dorm ever night, and jerk my tool until I
blew a load into some tissue just thinking about how awesome it would be to be
huge like those guys, to no longer have to worry about them pushing me around
anymore, and maybe even earn their respect… Or maybe even their affection?
But when I found myself in
the campus gym locker room suddenly that afternoon, completely disoriented and
bewildered at how I went from the chemistry lab to the locker room a half a
mile away in the blink of an eye. At first, I didn’t even have a clue anything
had changed, until I realized I was standing shirtless in some tight trendy
underwear and apparently in the process of pulling some designer jeans up my
thick muscular legs with veins clearly bulging out. That was my first clue
something wasn’t right. Second clue was my different skin tone, slightly more
pale, and unmistakably White. But as I ventured to look upon my chest, all
massive with muscles I never dreamed I could achieve, I saw the tattoo along
the right side of my torso…
“Oh man…” I said, under my breath,
as I knew then that I was somehow in Justin Monroe’s body now. I knew, just
knew, somehow he would blame me for this, even though I had absolutely nothing
to do with this outcome. Yeah, I often jerked my rod thinking about him,
wishing I had his body, thinking about his heavy stench and body odor every
time he held me down to pummel me for not getting out of his way fast enough.
OK, I’ll admit it, it’s pretty screwed up to have fantasies about your bully
like that, but I don’t know what it was about him, it was like the more he
abused me the more it turned me on… Heck, I couldn’t even shoot a load anymore
without picturing him torturing me in some way. Yeah, like I said, it’s pretty
And now, here I was, in his
actual body, apparently right after a workout because I could definitely smell
the musk from his pits and feel the sweat drenching his body and underwear. Oh
shit, I’m already getting hard just thinking about Justin again… I mean,
thinking about me? Damn, this is kinda messed up. I reached into the underwear
and adjusted my cock… Huh, that feels kinda fuckin nice man, and he was uncut
too, that’s pretty fucking sweet, don’t hardly see uncut White dudes around
here. Fuck it, what if I just jack off my huge fucking dick right here in the
middle of the locker room, who’s gonna fuckin stop me?
…Wait… No, I can’t do that…
Oh no, I can feel like something’s going on with me, going on with my head! I
gotta fight this shit… I mean, I need to resist this stuff; I need to hold on
to my intelligence and not give in. I need to keep it together so that I can
stand up to Justin when he inevitably comes around to fight me.
… Nah, fuck that shit… I’m
the big dog now, right? I mean, look at this bod, these fucking huge arms and
tree trunk legs.
“Fuck yeah!” I growl to my
reflection in the mirror as I flex for myself, my dick hard as fuck now
straining against these orange CKs I got on. “I’m the mother fucking shit!” I
tell myself with a sneer.
I drop my tight ass undies to
get a good look at my new fuck stick, it kinda bobs there all hard and shit,
sticking straight out and even leaking a little. I reach down and stroke it,
right there, cuz fuck it, why the fuck not? Hell, watching a hot ass
motherfucker like me jerk his huge fucking cock is a mother fucking privilege!
Fuck, and let’s be honest, I
even got a bigger fuckin dick than that little boy does now. He comes round
here, and I’ll fucking put him in his mother fucking place, that’s for damned
sure! Actually, why the fuck was I so scared of him in the first place. I AM mother fucking Justin Monroe now, and
he’s just skinny nerdy little Joey Chen – and he’s about to learn his new role
Yeah, I think it’s time for
some mother fucking payback, right? Maybe I’ll put this huge dick away for now,
but hey, don’t worry, I plan to blow a massive load after I beat that little
bitch’s ass, maybe shoot my huge fucking wad all over his dweeby ass face.
Damn, I’m already getting all fucking turned on thinking about the fear in his
eyes and all his pent up lust at my awesome fucking body. Yeah, I’m gonna track
that punk ass bitch down and shove his head into my ripe fucking pits, and
since I know he’s going to fucking love it, I’ll fucking torture his tiny
little Asian ass until he splooges in his skinny jeans and ends up embarrassing
the fuck out of himself.
Oh yeah, this mother fucking
shit is gonna be so fucking sweet! Yeah, I fucking deserve this body after all the shit I’ve put up with all my life,
and I will fucking beat that little dweeb every chance I get just to let him
know who’s in charge now. And besides, he fucking loves being treated like crap – I
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Franklin was your average gamer nerd, nothing really stood out about him besides his passion for gaming. Though many would call him a bit old school when it came to Pokémon. He really hadn’t liked how easy the games had become and decided to make the challenge harder for himself. One of his favorite Pokémon was Hydregion a super strong dragon type that took forever to level up and train to evolve.
Franklin made it his goal to solo train his favorite Pokémon till it evolved, he took into account all the EVs and IVS that would benefit this powerhouse of a Pokémon. He was getting so close to finally hitting that mark, he could feel the payoff coming closer and closer. One last trainer battle and he would finally have his favorite Mon!
The game’s audio plaid the all too familiar tune of the evolution music and Franklin couldn’t have felt any more accomplished as he watched on the screen of his Switch flicker with new lights. Franklin pulled on his shirt fanning himself. “Man its hot in here…” He muttered to himself as he pulled off his shirt with a thud as it hit the ground. He still felt like he was on fire, his eyes looked down at his body and it was coated in sweat. “What the heck?” He questioned as he felt a heat erupt in his stomach causing him to bend over in his chair. He through himself back as a bright shimmer of light engulfed his twink form. Within the light you could see a silhouette of his form changing! His body grew taller and his arms swelled in beat with the music. An if anyone was there for this monumental moment they could see the most impressive change down below.
The silhouette showed his meager cock swell forward, each beat causing it to twitch and throb as a thick vein snaked up the girthy shaft. his balls hit the couch beneath him with a thump. As the light fades with a few sparks flying here and there left was Franklin. His body had grown so much, there was a good amount of fat giving him a thick muscled bear look. He still had that youthful face but that was covered by a thick beard. Speaking of hair his entire body was a forest of thick coarse hair, his hands gingerly picked up his Switch as he leaned back in the now soaked couch his eyes staring at the screen before one thick hand took hold of his now meaty cock.
His thick fingers played along his vein and gently stroked his shaft. His vision became blurry as he kept working up his cock. Beads of sweat started to pool up on his body. He lifted up his arm inhaling a the deep stench that was eminating from him. He looked down his eyes switching between his game and his thick bulbous cock head leaking pre. He didn’t want this rush to end! He could feel his balls tighten up around his shaft as he thrusted up shooting a thick load up into the air. His moan echoing against his walls as the cum kept dribbling out of his cock. He looked up at the ceiling as his hairy chest heaved with hot breaths.
“Franklin evolved into Frankie!” He laughed dumbly.
This is me. I’m stuck with my annoying roommate Ryan because of this stupid pandemic. Before all of this happened, he let me go. He ignored me. We shared an appartement because both of us studied. I was searching for a place to stay and he allowed it as long as I’m paying part of the rent.
Now with the pandemic, everything changed. He annoys me and threatens me to kick me out if I’m not doing his exercises for his course of studies. I comply as he is this typical jock you know. Probably played football in highschool.
I, on the other hand, am a scrawny nerd. Not as tall as him, definitely no muscles and so on.
But one day he went to far. He brought me new tasks even though I was already behind with my own tasks.
“You’ll do them for me as I’m leaving soon. Going on a date.”, he said. He was already dressed for it.
“On a date? Again? This is the fifth girl you hooked up in only three days. Dont you think it is wrong to do this right now in the middle of a pandemic?”, I replied. I knew that I could get in trouble because of this, but I had an ace up my sleeve is something goes south.
His expression cjanged fro happiness to anger.
“Listen close, scrawny! My lovelife isnt something you should think about. Finish my tasksand you’ll be fine. One more remark and I’ll kick you out.”, he shouted.
That was it. I jumped towards him and managed to bring him down. I kicked him in the nuts and knocked him out.
I never saw him unconscious before and I realized again why he gets so many women. He was incredibly handsome. He could wear a trashbag and still look good.
I never dared to tell him that I was gay. Of course I also had fantasies ablut him. I thought that he would kick me out if he knew it.
I opened the website I found about body hopping. I followed the instructions and took off my clothes. After that I stripped him.
I took of his beautiful brown dress shoes and his black socks. Followed by his grey jeans and underpants. I stripped him off his jacket and pullover. I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off as well as his watch.
I followed the instructions further and laid straight on top of him. The tips of our dicks had to touch. I put my arms around his back, closed my eyes and rolled us around.
As I opened my eyes I was looking at the floor. As I stood up I saw Ryans arms. It worked, I was now in Ryans body.
I put his clothes back on and cancelled my date. I downloaded Grindr onto Ryans phone and took a nice pic to use. I knew I’d hook up with a cute gay jock tonight.
Nathan, Elijah, Noah and Liam were best friends. The four do everything together. Noah being the last one turning 21, they celebrated that their lives begin only now to the fullest. Liam was the Oldest one of the four, even growing a slight beard. Elijah was the tallest and Nathan had the best hair. For Noah’s birthday party, Liam managed to get some drugs. The four met in the middle of the night on a remote hill. They drank and had fun together, Elijah and Nathan were totally drunk as Liam took out the drugs.
“Are those… why and how did you get them?”, Noah asked.
“Well we’re all 21 now. I thought that we should celebrate this by doing something new.”, Liam answered.
“Waitaminute…”, Nathan stammered. “Arent those bad?”
“Yes they are, you shouldnt have those.”, said a voice behind the four guys.
All of them turned around to see a police officer standing in front of them.
“Hand them over kid. And your identity card.”, he said.
Elijah, the gay one from the group, checked out the cop. He was tall, about 6"1, had middle long dark hair, stubble beard and a good fitting uniform. He was totally Elijahs type. Elijah, still drunk, stood up to hook up with the cop, but Nathan pulled him down again before he could say anything.
Liam handed over the drugs and his identity card. The officer stowed the drugs in one of his pockets of his cargo pants and noted down the information from Liams identity card.
“You’ll be registered for drug possession Liam. I’ll let the rest of you go with a warning. If I find you again doing something like this, you’ll be registered too.”, the cop said, handing the card back to Liam. “All of you should go home.”
The cop turned around and left.
The four met the next day again. Liam was furious.
“We could’ve overpowered him”, he said.
“That could have brought us in an even worse situation.”, Noah said.
“Well, I’m in a very bad spot right now. I wont be able to get my job if I’m registered.”, Liam walked from one end of the room to the other.
“We could infiltrate the station by night and delete your profile.”, Elijah said.
“Thats way too risky.”, Nathan said.
“But it could work.”, Liam and Noah answered.
The four put together a plan to infiltrate the station. In the evening they observed the station until every cop left the building.
“Everyone left, we can sneak in.”, Liam answered.
They sneaked towards the back of the station and cracked a window open. They climbed through it into the building. They stood inside the monitoring room. Elijah got onto the computer to search the database.
“You’re not in here Liam. Looks like the cop lied to us.”, he said
“Good, than we can disable the security cameras to navigate freely through the station.”, Liam said. He got onto the computer and disabled them.
“But why? We did what we wanted to do.”, Nathan said. Noah agreed.
“I’m gonna take my drugs back. They were expensive.”, Liam answered. “And we could take some money from the vault if we’re already here.”
“Well, I like the latter.”, Elijah said.
“Lets split up to search the vault and the keys for it.”, Liam said.
They split up and searched for the vault.
Nathan opened a door to be let down. Just the toilets, he thought. He closed the door and moved on towards the next room. He opened the door and turned on the lights. “Jackpot.”, he said, while stroking his dick in his jeans. He found the locker room and in front of him laid a freshly used uniform, complete with underwear, boots, keys and watch. He took the briefs and sniffed them. This will be great, he said to himself.
Liam, Noah and Elijah met at the vault.
“Has anyone of you seen Nathan?”, Noah asked.
“No, but I bet that he’ll be here soon. The station isnt that big and the area he was searching through was even smaller.”, Elijah answered.
“But what if a cop found him?”
“Everyone left, we counted them. Remember?”, Liam said. “Anyone found a key?”
“I found one that looked important, but I dont know if it fits.”, Elijah answered. He walked towards the vault console and tried to use the key with no success.
“You guys need a helping hand?”, said a deep voice behind the three. They turned around shocked to see a cop standing in front of them in full uniform, gun in the holster. The cop raised an eyebrow and gestured slightly with his hands. Elijah checked him out and noticed that it was the same cop from last night. The same long dark hair, now slicked back, the same good looking face with the slight beard and the good fitting uniform, only that the pants were now tucked inside his boots.
“Get him!”, Liam shouted and pushed towards the cop, who couldnt react in time and got pushed to the ground. Noah and Elijah both grabbed one of the cops arms and hold them tight to the ground. The cop struggled to free himself.
“Wait guys, stop this. Its me -”, the cop tried to say but Liam pushed a wet rag against his face. The cop felt how he got slowly weaker: the rag was trenched in chloroform.
“We’re gonna knock you out, strip you out of your uniform and take it home, tie you up to humiliate you when ypur collegues come back tomorrow and we’ll take your keys for the vault.”, Liam said angrily.
The three thought that they managed to knock the cop out as he stopped to fight back. Suddenly the cop managed to kick Liam away from him. The rag fell to the ground and the cop grasped for air.
“It’s me, Nathan!”, the cop shouted. His eyes were filled with fear. Elijah and Noah looked shocked but they didnt let go of his arms.
“Prove it.”, Liam said, getting back up.
“Eh… eh… I looked like this after I put on the complete uniform. Maybe I turn into my old self if I dont wear the complete uniform anymore.”, the cop said.
Liam grabbed the cops right foot and yanked of the combat boot. He looked at the cop and let the boot fall to the ground. Elijah took the boot ans sniffed it.
“He smells so good.”, he mumbled.
“And? Did I change back?”, the cop said.
“Nope.”, Liam answered.
“Then… ask me questions only you guys and I, Nathan, could answer.”
“Where did we meet today?”, Noah asked.
“At your home. Elijah was late as always.”, the cop answered.
“He could’ve watched us after last night. That isnt a good question.”, Liam said.
“If you are Nathan, why did you pull me back down last night?”, Elijah asked.
“Well, you were drunk as fuck and wanted to hook up with this body right? Your type didnt change since you were 13 and he totally fits that category.”, the cop answered.
“Yeah, you’re Nathan.”
“One last question to really prove it.”, Liam said. “When did we first meet?”
“In Kindergarten. We hated each other at first as you took my toys.”, Nathan said.
Elijah and Noah let go of his arms. All three stood up.
Nathan in his new body towered over them.
“How did you get like this?”, they asked.
“You know I have a thing for uniforms and I found the locker room. There was a used uniform so I put it on. Just for fun, I wanted to see if it suits me but then it changed me to this. The funny part is that I can remember everything this body I’m in, Josh, went through.”, Nathan answered.
“Are there more?”, Elijah asked.
“Yeah! I saw three other uniforms.”
Elijah and Liam finished putting their uniform on and transformed too. Noah struggled a bit binding the laces from his boots.
“Isnt this great?”, Nathan said. “I could imagine spending the rest of my life as Josh.”
“Yeah, I could get used to this.”, Elijah said.
All four of them spend the whole morning exploring their new bodies.
At 6am they heard someone entering the building. The door of the locker room opened and a collegue entered the room. He looked surprised.
“Josh, Damian, Nathaniel and Sam. I didnt think that the squad would be here so early.”, he said and chuckled.
“Well, sometimes you have to change some things in your life.”, Nathan said as Josh.
The four left the locker room.
“What do you think: cop squad forever?”, Nathan asked.
“Hell yeah.”, the others answered.
The four posed in front of their new car for a photo to remember the start of their new life.
I know you love transformations, and here you can see this skinny stickly twink on the left really went to every fast food place he could go to, and working out in the gym (but not very often) and now he has turned into the most handsome chubby bear he is today, shown on the right. I know all of you would love to grab a bite of his big plump hairy ass and let him breed you. If you do well, he may let you breed him…..
Everyone who wants to be bigger must follow his footsteps. Eat lots of food, take steroids, because that is how you get his body. I love his transformation, from a skinny twink to a muscle beefcake! Let us hope he grows even bigger!
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Reflecting On Your Desires
Waking up in the morning, you groan as you stretch and feel incredibly sore for some reason. Upon grabbing your cell phone and absentmindedly placing it between your underwear and waist, you lumber out of your bedroom towards the kitchen to get your morning cup of coffee. Despite your small frame and light steps, you grow increasingly confused as you continue down the hall. With each passing step, you can hear your wood floors groaning and loudly creaking underneath your feet. Continuing down the hallway, you also begin to notice that the pictures hanging on the walls wobble in response to even the lightest of steps. Looking down, your eyes meet the same thin body that you had the night before and every other night as well. Due to this drowsiness, you begin to forget about the weird experience, chalking it up to your cheap apartment just being in a worse state than you remembered.
Upon heading into the kitchen, you begin to make breakfast and prepare to get ready for your day. Although you hated going to the gym due to the judgmental glances that the swole homophobic jocks gave you, you couldn’t help but feel incredibly compelled to work out today. Upon finishing your breakfast, you start to walk back towards your bathroom to get some clothes. Thinking more about the gym, you make a mental note about going later in the day after finishing some errands if you were still feeling up for it. Checking the time and realizing all that you had to do today, you put your plates in the sink and pace back down your hallway towards the shower.
However, before you can make it all the way back, your phone buzzes in your pocket. Upon opening up your phone and entering Snapchat, you realize that a few of your streaks will soon be expiring. Hoping to remedy that, you quickly swipe and pull open the camera to take a quick photo to send to your friends. As you take the photo and look down at your phone, your eyes go wide at the sight before you. Instead of your blonde twink frame, a hulking man with dark brown hair is showcased in the photo doing the same pose that you did.
Looking down at your body, your confusion grows stronger as you only see the thin frame you’ve always had. However, as you look up and into the mirror that you took the photo in, the bulky man remains showcased in your reflection. You walk closer to the mirror and watch as your bulky alter-ego does the same movements in response. Every possible facial expression is perfectly reflected, which makes you chuckle, especially when you do some of your naturally femme mannerisms that seem completely out of place for this bulky brute of a man.
Interestingly enough, you take note of your underwear and notice how even the clothing you wear is portrayed differently in the mirrored version of yourself. Instead of the bright briefs that you’re really wearing, the mirrored version of you is wearing some athletic underwear. Upon later inspection, you’d soon discover that every article of clothing that you have has a more masculine jock-related version that will be shown in your reflection. But, you do get an extra benefit of each item being a bit too small, something that will naturally show off your new bulging and muscled physique.
It’s incredibly erotic as you stare deeply in both attraction and curiosity at your new form. As a result, it doesn’t take much more time before you begin to slip your underwear down to get a closer look at everything you’re now working with. A wide grin begins to spread across your face as you watch a thicker dick reveal itself to you. Despite being surprisingly well-endowed in your previous form, this new dick is incredibly hot to see given just how long and girthy it is. While looking at it, you begin to fantasize various hookups you’ll soon have and just how well this thick dick of yours will come in handy. With both versions of your dick firming up at the thought, you’re unable to deny that this new version of you is a dream come true. Now consumed in lustful admiration of your new body, you begin to flex your frail arms and watch as bulging biceps appear in your reflection. Every inch of your body is now bigger and bulkier, leaving you throbbing by the sight of what you’re seeing.
While everyone else will see the mirrored version of yourself, a thick and beefy man with incredible muscles, you will only be able to see your old self. Think of it as a reminder of who you used to be to make you appreciate who you now are. With you retaining your personality and normal bodily movements befitting of a twink, I’m sure every potential partner and gym rival will be interested in learning more about the new jock on the block. However, those homophobic assholes won’t be so quick to throw insults your way now that you’re bigger than them now. In fact, those very same thoughts are running through your mind now. It’s no wonder that you quickly snap another photo and head off to get dressed for a workout. The call of the gym is ringing so incredibly loud in your ear now, and with a body like this, who are you to resist anymore?
Are you kidding me? They swapped Luke with the president of the frat, but I got this guy? Shane was 4 years older than everyone else and really let himself go over the years. The ladies still loved him, but I never knew why.
He seemed happy to be skinny and hit again for a week, but now I’m lumbering around in this giant meaty body. Part of the hazing is we can’t let anyone outside the frat know we’ve been swapped, so I’ve spent the week acting like a patriotic idiot. Football practice is easy since no one can knock me down, but I hate putting on the gear. Shane hasn’t washed his shit in a year! God this beard is so itchy. *burrp* I gotta lay off the beers too. I hope we swap back soon.
This is a terrible idea, James thought to himself, the “idea” here being a body swap with the captain of his parent’s prized yacht. Then again, if he hadn’t lied to that smokin’ hot chick from the party about knowing how to drive a boat, he wouldn’t have had to swap bodies with the old fart in the first place.
Conversely, captain McFadden was having the time of his life. He’d always had a soft spot for the Thurston’s incredibly dumb — and incredibly hot 27-year-old son, though “soft” wasn’t exactly a good word to describe the captain’s feelings for James, since it was difficult to stay “soft” whenever James would stumble into the bridge, drunk, half-naked and asking for some stupid shit like “can I snap a pic with the big wheel for my insta?”
But what James has asked for that day exceeded even the wildest expectations of the horny, middle-aged captain. “It’ll only be for an hour,” James pleaded (as if McFadden needed convincing) “just make it look like I know how to sail, and then we can swap back. I promise!” James spoke as if he were getting the better end of the bargain. This girl must be really hot, the captain thought, though he might not be the best person to judge that. He was very, very gay, and getting to spend some time in the young man’s photo-ready body had been a fantasy he’d jerked off to many-a-time.
So they came to an agreement: one hour in each other’s bodies. The cap would show off his “legendary” sailing skills, while James would stand back, and wait until his girl was properly impressed. They’d swap back, and it would be as if nothing had ever happened.
But things rarely go according to plan when it comes to swapping bodies. Because who’s to say which parts of you get swapped… and which parts stick around?
Everything seemed normal at first. Well, as “normal” as things could be after a body swap. McFadden felt incredible: the first thing he noticed was how much lighter he was. He’d jumped from 270 pounds to 185 — and lost all of the body fat he’d been accumulating from sitting behind the wheel for the last forty years. He must have spent five full minutes just posing in the mirror, running his hands over James’ muscles.
“Stop that!” James pleaded in the captain’s raspy old voice. He, on the other hand, felt weird as fuck. He gripped his fatty, flabby new body with a mix of wonder and disgust. The captain had really let himself go, and now James was paying the price. He also had to keep itching and adjusting McFadden’s package; turns out his body wasn’t the only thing about him that was “big.”
Jesus, James thought, I didn’t need to know how big this guy’s dick is. Gross! He kept reminding himself that this was a means to an end, that in less than an hour, he’d be back in his cabin, back with is girl, and balls deep inside her.
And that’s when James began to notice something was wrong. Because all of the sudden, the thought of fucking his girl made his dick shrivel and shrink (which, thankfully, made it easier to walk around). But every time he looked at his own body behind the wheel, sweaty and smiling and shirtless, he had to struggle to hide his erection. Maybe I’m just a little obsessed with myself, James reasoned. But this was no ordinary narcissism; James and the captain hadn’t just swapped bodies…
They’d swapped sexualities.
“Where’s the horn?” Jame’s girl asked in a dumb, airy voice. They were all three in the bridge now: McFadden at the helm, his girl on his lap, and James standing awkwardly behind the E.O.T. in an attempt to hide his criminally large boner.
“You wanna hear it?” McFadden said seductively. Never in a million years would he have expected to be turned on by such a ditsy, feminine presence. But the way she studied his body with those “fuck me” eyes made a tent in James’ $100 board shorts. As he reached up to blare the fog horn, he let his erect cock brush against the side of her thigh. With one hand, he honked the horn, forcing James to jump back in surprise. With the other, he slipped a finger under her hot pink bikini. Just as he suspected: she was wet as the ocean.
“Thanks a bunch cap,” McFadden said as he hoisted the giggling girl over his shoulder and made for the door, “I’ll be in my cabin if you need me.” He gave her ass a hearty slap, causing her to squeal.
“W—wait!” James stammered, sweating like a stuck pig. “Y—you said—“
“Said what?” The captain smiled. Then, he leaned in and whispered: “it’s only been twenty minutes, son. I’ve still got forty. That was the deal, right? One hour?”
As much as James hated to admit it, the old fart was right. McFadden pointed down at his former crotch. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll have a lot of fun taking care of that.”
And with that, they were gone, leaving James alone, frustrated, and horny as all hell. Just as the captain had been every day sailing on the Thurston’s yacht.
He spun around and dropped his pants. McFadden’s dick was even bigger than it felt, near the size of a beer can and leaking fresh pre all over the spotless deck. James wanted to feel disgusted. He wanted to gag at the sight of the fat old captain’s hairy bear cock — his cock.
But more than anything, he wanted to stroke it. He wanted his own, hot muscular body to get down on all fours and suck it dry. He wanted to bend over the radar and let his own body take him from behind. He wanted to be fucked. He wanted to be used. He wanted… to… oh no…
“GAGHHH!” James growled as he soaked the bridge with his cum. Turns out McFadden was a grower, a shower, and a shooter. James would never look at the salty sea captain the same way again, not now that he knew what the poor guy had to endure watching him strut around the boat half-naked all the time. Sometimes, it takes walking around in someone else’s shoes to learn some decency and respect. James had to learn that the hard way.
“Hey, welcome back Officer Baxter!”
“We missed you man! Wow, looking great with that new body!”
“Damn, Officer Baxter! Hell, I’m taller than you now!”
“Officer Baxter, you’ve always been a damn good cop, it’s an
honor to welcome you back!”
“It’s great to be back, Chief. Took a little getting used
to, but I think I’m ready to hit the streets once again.” I said with a smile,
sitting in front of Chief Wallace, who just two months ago got his own new body
– A big intimidating musclebound steroid addict in his late 20s covered in so
many neo-Nazi and white supremacy tattoos. Ironic since until two months ago,
he was a semi-retired Black man from the Deep South who had been working in law
enforcement for almost four decades in five different cities across the U.S.
He saw where I was looking, the big lightning bolt “SS”
tattoo with a swastika right above it on the side of his thick neck. He reached
up to rub it and shrugged. “Well, they can’t all be winners, right? Especially
considering where their inventory comes from – But I think this body is in much
better hands now.” He said with a chuckle. I only nodded politely, a bit put
off by the imagery combined with the new owner was unsettling, but I guess no
more unsettling than an almost 60 year old cop finding himself in the body of
some 22 year old street punk.
It was only recently that, now that news of the Program had
come out to the wider public, we no longer had to hide behind new identities and
say goodbye to our old lives. I can tell you for one thing, not to be overly
crass, but my wife Heidi loves being a total cougar now with her handsome rough
looking “boy toy” to warm her bed every night. My mind started to wander and
wonder how things were in the Wallace household with the Chief’s husband? But I
stopped my line of thinking when Chief Wallace announced I’d have a new
partner, an actual rookie, not a “Programmie” (as we were colloquially known now),
so I was to show him the ropes and get him up to speed.
We chatted for a few minutes more, but I was very anxious to
get out there and get back into the routine. I stopped off in the hall bathroom
to take a piss and snap a quick photo to send to Heidi.
She always loved me in
uniform, and even more now that I had this young thug’s body. I was only happy
to oblige, though it was still very awkward to me every time I had to take a
piss, touching another man’s junk like this? It felt kind of, well, not to
sound homophobic, but it felt kinda gay in a way. I mean, I know it’s my cock now, along with the rest of this
body, but still, it’s something I’m not entirely used to yet. But then again,
it’s not like I can just hold my piss forever.
All right, pit stop taken care of, and the lewd message back
from Heidi that modesty prevents me from repeating – It’s time to roll with the
rookie and get some work done!
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“I’m gonna fucking kill you. You think it’s fine to just use me like a puppet?”
“I’m gonna fucking kill you. You think it’s fine to just use me like a puppet?” His voice shook with rage and his imposing stature towered over me.
“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…” I backed up till my back hit the shed’s wooden wall.
“Didn’t mean to?! You made me into your personal sex slave and butler! Had me cooking, cleaning and massaging you during the days, while the nights were spent fucking me in all sorts of kinky positions and doing fucked-up roleplays!” He put his arms up on my sides, leaving me no exit to escape.
“I-I just love you too much… Uncle Rick. I can’t resi-”
He suddenly grabbed my neck hard and stared at me with fury in his eyes… which only lasted a few seconds before he leaned forward and forcefully shoved his tongue into my open mouth that had been trying to get some air. He mouth tasted amazing, as did the musky odor that wafted from that dirty beard of his.
As our lips finally parted, the fury from his face had completely disappeared and he pulled me into a warm embrace.
“I know. And who said I didn’t love it… God, I can’t wait till you impale my thick hairy ass with that cock of yours again tonight…” He grabbed one of my hands and pushed it into the warm musky pants of his, forcing me to fondle with the massive soaked bulge.
A mischievous smirked formed on my face as I squeezed it and heard him moaning. Of course he loved it, after all… I was still controlling his every move and thought. There’s nothing hotter than having him acting like himself while still under my complete control.
“Why don’t we skip the rest of the afternoon and go straight to the bedroom? What do you say, lover?”. We both said in unison, and grinned at each other.
I had him carry me in his arms all the way to our bedroom, before we spent the entire evening and night for some freakish fun…
Who knows… maybe one day I’ll even find a way to make him into a wearable puppet for me to enjoy…
“Down! Get down and don’t move!” shouted Diego while pointing a gun at me. He quickly locked my apartment door to make sure that I can’t escape.
“No, please don’t this!” I pleaded. “I’ll give you anything you want just don’t shoot me!”
“Too late! The boss wants you dead, and I’m taking over your place now.”
As soon as my hand touches the ground, the robotic blow pipe I installed on the ceiling shoots a dart on Diego’s neck. Unbeknownst to Diego, I was expecting him to do this after luring him to my apartment. He thought he can knock me out with one blow but I prepared something more sinister.
Diego now lies on the ground, paralyzed. Too bad it’ll be over for him soon. It’s clear that the boss no longer trusts Mr. Morales, so I should use a different persona.
The truth is I’m not really the fat, bald Mr. Morales. The real Mr. Morales died a few days ago. I’m just using a duplicate of his skin to pass as him.
I slowly approached Diego and touched his face. His eyes were evident of the paralyzing agent’s potent. I gave a dirty smirk as my hand made its way down to his beefy chest.
“Soon this will be mine.”
I quickly stripped his clothes, took off the doppelganger mask from the cabinet then placed it on Diego’s unconscious face. It was satisfying to watch the black liquid ooze from the mask and covered his entire body. This process will take a while to finish.
The doppelganger mask is an artifact that creates a skinsuit out of anyone who wears it. I’ve been using it to create skinsuits of people I want to impersonate. The skinsuits are very lifelike when worn, but their effect only lasts for a day.
If not removed within 24 hours, the skin will begin to sag, which destroys the entire illusion.
Now it’s time for me to take off the Morales suit.
I removed all my clothes and gently pressed my two hands into my face. I massaged my face eight times, and a slit began forming at the side of my neck. I used my fingers to widen the slit and started pulling down the opening of the neck-entry suit.
Stretching the neck to pull out my body was challenging. The suit appeared durable but felt hard as I squeezed out of it. I only relaxed when the breeze of fresh air entered my sweaty skin. After a few minutes, I managed to take off my legs from the lower half body component then placed it on the sofa for later use.
This skinsuit is divided into two components, the upper half is the facemask, and the lower half is the rest of the body. The mask was easy to remove, but at the same time, agonizing since it was intensely glued on my face. Once done, I placed it right next to the body.
At that time, the black liquid began returning to the doppelganger mask. The process is almost finished.
I retrieved the doppelganger mask and placed it on a mannequin with a featureless face. Another liquid seeps out of the mask, and this time, it’s not black but flesh-colored.
The liquid covered the whole mannequin to form a muscular body. Hair began poking out on different sides, which made it look like a real person. In no time, I was staring at an exact replica of a Diego. His robust chest and rock-hard abs were every skinny guy’s envy. The thought of possessing his body excited me even further.
I removed the suit from the mannequin and examined it for the opening. One interesting fact about the doppelganger mask is that every skinsuit it creates has different entry points. The Morales suit’s entry was through the neck while this one’s at the back with a zipper on it.
I stretched out the back opening and slid my legs to conform to the muscular legs. My cock struggled a bit in fitting with the artificial one attached to the skinsuit as this one’s larger. Nevertheless, I know this won’t be a problem soon after donning the whole suit. I slipped the rest of my body into the light-skinned suit and went to the nearby mirror to study my new physique.
It’s not perfect yet as I can still see the uneven skin tones near the eyes and the saggy parts of the skin. I looked like a slightly fatter version of Diego at this point.
The real magic happens right after I zipped up the back opening. I love this part of the transformation as the suit becomes tighter and carries an arousing sensation. The back zipper merged with the skin and left no trace, and the small cock I had now matched the synthetic dick.
My face began swelling and started to feel firmer as I stare at the mirror. I felt my body inside the suit started to contract and conform to the muscular pecs, ripped abs, and brawny arms.
Minutes later, I was no longer looking at an altered version of Diego. It was Diego’s reflection himself.
It’s time to execute the next phase of my plan. I know the rest of the henchmen will come to this apartment within an hour, so I wasted no time in putting the real Diego into the Morales suit. They will think he is the real Morales and will drown him in the nearby river. He won’t be able to fight back due to the strong sedative I injected.
As for the boss, he won’t expect that this new assistant will be his downfall. Revenge is sweet when your target comes unprepared.
Request: Im always wanted became to big hairy muscle bear, with bald head and thick beard. So from last year im start my transformation and have not bad progress, roids make his work. But i don’t want waiting progress i want it now, can you help me ?
So you want to be a big hairy muscle bear? I’m sure that I can work something out for you. Here why don’t you try these on? They’re a pair of posers. You want to be a muscle bear you need to start dressing like one! Looking at yourself in the mirror they don’t quite fit your frame. Sure you have a decent amount of muscle behind you but not enough to keep them up. You feel disheartened until you feel a hot flush run through your dick and into your body. You grow your head back as the feeling is overwhelming. You feel each of your muscles start to ache and swell, stretching your skin to its capacity. Thick veins bulge up all over your skin, especially down your arms. Your thighs start expanding and starts rubbing against each other. It’s definitely going to be difficult to find any pants or underwear to fit you now! Your pecs start to blow up with muscle as they look like thick steaks of meat. Even your stomach blows out with muscle, giving you that bloated bodybuilder physique. Although this is all technically natural, no one will believe you, you look like you’ve been juicing for years! Plus that poser isn’t exactly filling out in the front big man. You run your large meaty hand up to your head as the pleasure makes your head start to rush and you’re shocked to find smooth skin where hair should be. Your rough calloused hands from years of deadlifting scratch against your exposed scalp. You do however find a thick bushy beard on your face. A brief stinging pain scratched and swirls across your right pec and upper arm but quickly subsides. You take out your phone to capture the new you on camera, you now have an unmistakeable tribal tattoo plastered on your thick muscles body.
You pinch at your skin and find little to no fat on you now, this is pure muscle. But you wanted to be a muscle bear, and what’s a bear without hair? As your looking down at your larger hands built for lifting weight, you notice thick hair start to cover the back of your hands stopping at your knuckle. You follow the hair up your arm and see that your whole body is becoming enveloped in the wiry thick hair. You said bear and you’ve got it, by the time the hair growth settles you’re left with a thick pelt of hair covering most of your body. This will definitely be difficult to shave if you ever want to compete in a body building competition. And that little dicklet between your thick meaty thighs is pretty much useless, the only way you can get pleasure now will be from your backdoor, between those huge glutes! And if you don’t want that muscle turning into blubber, you’re going to have to be in the gym working out most of the day. If you want a body that muscular you need to make sure to maintain it.
“Wow Daddy, your
nips really are sensitive aren’t they?” I said aloud with my gruff new older
voice, “And my huge thick daddy dick is pushing hard against my sweaty
jockstrap too. Fuck this is so hot!”
“Alan, no! Please get out of me. This is too weird.” I could
hear his tiny voice whine inside of my head, “I don’t like this, I didn’t want
I stood up and walked over to the mirror in the corner of
his bedroom. I’d been dating this sexy beefy military daddy for a few months
now after we met at the club downtown. God, he was so incredibly hot! Tall,
massive muscular hairy dad bod, thick cock that felt just right deep inside of
my tight little twink ass – oh how he loved to pound me all night long when we
Last night was no exception. I was screaming my lungs out,
begging him to go faster and harder, and fill me up. I told him how incredibly
hot his body was, how much I loved his thick cock.
“Yeah boy, you want my body? You want my dick?” He grunted
as he thrust harder and harder into my hole.
I nodded, lost in lust, and whimpered out, “Yes, daddy!
Please, give it to me! I want you more than anything in the whole world!”
“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna breed that tight little slut ass!”
He shouted before his huge body fell on me, pinning me to the bed, and I felt
him unload into me. And then I passed out from it all.
I woke up the next morning, humping the bed – I was so
turned on! It wasn’t until I rolled over and started to moan as I felt up my
larger hairy chest that I realized, I now had daddy’s body! And as I jacked off
his thick cock, feeling the foreskin run up and down as precum oozed down the
massive shaft, I could hear daddy still inside me, speaking to me, moaning in
pleasure until we orgasmed in unison.
Well, his whining now is getting a bit annoying, but I know
how to shut him up for a little bit. Even though I should be getting ready to
head over to the base to start my new job, I let my camo pants fall to the
floor with a heavy thud as they pool around my huge new brown boots.
“Please no, we need to fix this Alan, please!” I hear him
whimper once more as I wrap one of my thick gloved hands around that huge cock.
“Nuh uh… Call me Daddy
now… boy!” I sneer as I begin to jack off for the third time this morning.
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‘Why didnt I thought of this…’ I said to myself. I forgot to refuel my motorcycle… now I sit here and my tank is empty.
I got off and started pushing it down the street. Still 147 miles to the next gas station.
After some time I’ve heard a truck coming closer. It stopped next to me and the window got let down. A fat man with beard revealed himself.
“Everything okay?”, he asked.
“My tank is empty.”, I replied.
“I was on my way to the next gas station. Hop in, I can take you with me.”, he said smiling.
I was a bit hesitant.
“What about my bike?”, I asked.
“We can secure your motorcycle in the trailer.”
“That would be great!”
“Allright, you can meet me at the parking spot in front of us.”
He drives away and parks about 150 meters in front of me. I push my bike towards it. The trailer is already open as I arrive and the driver gets out of his cabin.
He was a head shorter and definitely older than me.
We stowed my bike and entered the driver cabin again.
“Thank you for taking me with you.”, I said when he started the truck.
“It’s always a pleasure to help young men in dificult situations.”, he replied.
What a wierd response, I thought.
We drove a short time when he started to do small talk.
“I’m Pete. What is your name?”, he asked.
“I’m Jordan.”, I replied.
“Nice to meet you Jordan. May I ask if you are from around here? I dont see people on a bike her often. Oh, and how old are you? You seem pretty young.”
I was getting suspicious of him. Who would ask such things a stranger? Maybe he just doesnt like silence. I shrug.
My testicle started to itch, what an inopportune time, I thought. Maybe I shouldnt have worn my jockstrap today. I pulled on the tight leather around the area to stop the itching.
From the corner of my eye I saw how he was watching me. To distract him I answered.
“No, I’m not from around here. I’m driving through the whole country right now. And I’m 26.”
“You could be my son with that age. I’m twice as old as you.”, he said and chuckled. “So you’re doing a roadtrip. Alone?”
“I started with a friend but he left. Now I’m doing it alone.”
Some minutes of silence again. I enjoyed it.
“You can put your feet up if you want. Or take your boots off if they are too uncomfortable or too warm.”, he said out of nowhere.
That was strange, but a nice offer.
“Thanks, but they are in fact really comfortable.”, I answered.
Silence again, I hope this time for longer.
His phone rang and he picked it up. From his responses it sounded like it was a friend.
“Is it okay for you if we do a small stop soon? I have to pick up a friend?”, he asked me after hanging up.
I looked around to find out where he should fit in this cabin. Pete noticed that.
“If you pull the curtains behind you to the side you can see a bed. It would be nice if you stay there until I put him down again.”, he said.
“Alright, I’ll do it.”, I answered.
I pulled the curtains to the side and a gross looking bed got revealed. It had so many stains and chips leftovers. I took a step towards it as I thought that it wouldnt take long but then I felt a sting in my right ass cheek. As I turn around I see how Pete empties a syringe into my butt. I tried to get away but I already started to stumble and fell mostly onto the bed.
Pete parked the truck at the side of the road and closed the window curtains.
“I’m sorry Jordan, but you are really my type.”, he said with a dark grin.
I tried to move but I couldnt. i tried to scream but I could only get out a whimper.
“I injected you with my own creation. It paralyzes every muscle except the heart.”, he said.
He now took my legs and put them onto the bed so that I laid straight on it. He run his fingers all over my body. From my pecks to my feet. He took the zipper from my one-piece-racing-suit and pulled it down till he reached my belly button. He stared for a long time at my abs and then he started to massage and lick them. It kinda felt good, I didnt had such intimate body contact in a long time. I tried to imagine my girlfriend licking my six pack instead of an old creepy guy but it didnt really work.
As he was finished he grabbed my left foot and pulled my boot off. It kinda turned me on. The second it came off I could smell my feet and it was a strong smell. Hey, I never took them or the suit off the whole last week as they were super comfortable and the motels I stayed at never had a shower.
He raised it to his nose and took some deep breaths. I noticed how his dick raised in his jeans and he noticed too. Ho opened his pants and put his dick out. It was pretty small.
“I’ll clean it up. I promise.”, he said as he took my gloved hand to wank while sniffing my boot. He shot his load all over my abs. When he finished he took a wet warm rug to clean my body. It felt great. Then he put my boot back on. I hoped that he would make me able to move again as he pulled out another syringe.
“You know Jordan, now that I played with and observed your body, I came to the conclusion that you’ll be the new me.”, he said.
I was shocked. What does he want? Does he have a body swap machine somewhere? Dear god, I hope not.
“You’ll be my first body suit. I got this serum from the black market.”, he told me. I tried to move but nothing even twitched. He put the syringe on my neck and with the other hand pressed my cock the last time.
“Dear god, thats huge!”, he shouted as he emptied the syringe.
He took a step back to look at me nervously.
I started to feel my body tingle and then it started. I saw how my chest started to deflate, followed by my legs, arms and head. Pete cheered.
As the transformation finished he lifted me, well my empty skin from the bed, causing my biker clothes to slip completely off.
He sniffed my armpit and groaned. After that he took his clothes of and started to feel for my asshole. He went head first into me. At first it hurt but it felt good shortly after. I felt how his chubby legs filled out my muscular legs, how his fat belly pressed against my well formed abs, how his small dick grew to fill up my huge cock and how his beard tingled for a short time as he slipped his head inside mine.
As he finished he let out a loud moan, but it was my voice.
“I cant wait to put all of this on. I’m sorry Jordan that you had to be it but you were totally my type: tall, good looking, muscular and wearing a racing suit.”, I heard my voice saying.
So he knew that I’d be conscious after he put me on. I dont want this life as a suit.
He took my jockstrap and my thick wool socks and put them on. The socks were wet and cold. Probably because I wore them non stop even at these high temperatures. He took the suit and put it on. After that he lifted my, now his feet, to smell them one last time before he put my boots on. He finished with my gloves and went back behind the steering weel.
He drove close to the gas station, took my bike, filled it up and drove as myself away.
Now almost 2 months later, I almost got used to being worn. At first it felt really weird, as if I’m the boot but after a while I enjoyed it. I had no duties anymore. Pete only took me off once since that day and I can feel how he enjoys being inside me. He loves wearing my clothes, especially the racing suits and normal suits. He loves driving with the motorcycle through the whole country.
Sometimes, when he feels alone he even talks to me. He knows that I cant answer but he just wants to get things off his chest while knowing that someone is listening.
He took me off at my birthday, maybe because of sympathy or because he didnt know how to act that day if he would’ve met someone from my old life that day.
Now he is making money off of instagram by posting pictures of him in my body suit to finance his motorcycle trips.
“Fucking massive, isn’t it?” Shelly asked in her personal trainer, José’s, deep voice.
“Yeah, it’s… huge.. I can’t believe it worked.” Corbin remarked with genuine awe as he worshipped José’s mountainous shoulders and arms. He and Shelly had been friends since undergrad, she being one of the only people in their small, conservative university to not torment him for his sexuality. She had only recently informed him of her ability and they had been taking advantage of it ever since.
He sat back down in front of her and felt up her arms from another vantage.
“Possession is an easy trick once you get a hang of it,” Shelly remarked. “It’s all a matter of committing to it once you slip in. Keep up the momentum, just force yourself up in there.”
“I know something else you can ‘force up in there’…” Corbin intended to think it to himself but it just.. slipped out. Shelly/José looked down at him.
A silence hung over them for a moment.
“You tellin’ me you want this dick, bro?” she asked with a smirk, fully in character now as José.
Corbin gulped, clearly interested in the proposal but unsure of how to proceed. He grinned back and pinched José’s nipple between his thumb and his index finger. She moaned in José deep voice as José’s thick cock pressed against his gym shorts, fully engorged thanks to Corbin’s stimulating touch.
“Aaahh, fuck bro… If you get to play with me, I get to play with you,” she reasoned with a devilish smirk as she plunged her thick, meaty hands into Corbin’s shorts, tugging at his rapidly fattening cock and gently squeezing his nuts. Corbin gasped and moaned at the sudden intrusion and returned the favor, pinching the other nipple with one hand and leaning forward to suckle on the other one, getting a good strong whiff of José’s intoxicating pits and body odor while he did.
Shelly let out a mix of a grunt and a roar as she used José’s strong arms and pulled Corbin’s legs out from under him, causing him to fall on his back on the bed. Corbin was fully hard now, just as hard as Shelly was in José’s body, and she tore off his shorts while he layed on the bed, his cock springing upwards and slapping his lower abs. Before he could react to anything, José (Shelly was obviously gone, his libido was now in control as she let it get carried away) he descended upon his hard cock and swallowed the length of it with no effort. José looked up at Corbin and winked, the entire length of his above average shaft plunged all the way down José’s throat, his throat muscles stimulating Corbin’s cock head. Corbin could finally feel his lengthy member sliding out of José’s mouth, but then down and back out again and again and again as José’s head began rhythmically bobbing up and down Corbin’s lengthy. He could feel himself nearing close and told Shelly/José so. He didn’t lift himself from his work once, just put his hands up and flapped his fingers back and forth, urging Corbin to do what he had to do. Corbin’s head threw back as he fired a load straight into the throat of Shelly’s beefcake personal trainer. Straight into the throat of his friend. José’s hands kept juicing his shaft, coaxing out whatever was left of Corbin as he could and then dislodged from Corbin with a sucking *pop* and a satisfied sigh.
Another one of those devilish grins spread across his face, “My turn!” he chirped. He lowered his gym shorts and a pendulous, girthy shaft revealed itself, pumping full of blood. He took Corbin’s legs and set them wide against his shoulders, exposing Corbin’s ass to his groin. José spat into his hand and lubed up Corbin’s hole, sticking his middle finger in and out of his puckering hole.
“Ready for this cock, bro?” Shelly/José asked as she aligned herself with his eager ass, her sweaty chest heaving with anticipating pleasure. Corbin could feel José’s hot and stiff mushroom tip press up against his hole. He nodded and immediately took in a hissing suck of air between his teeth as he felt the tip and the first inch slip into his ass. “Yeah, man, it’s a big fuckin’ cock but you’re taking it like a pro. I’m going deeper.” Corbin took in another more pained hiss of air as he felt José’s girth stretch him out to his limit. He saw before that José’s cock fattened a little near the middle, but he didn’t imagine it was this thick. He sighed in a pained/pleasured sigh as he felt his hole constrict once more and tighten around the hilt of José’s monster cock.
“MMMmmffff fuck yeah, I’m all the way in,” she remarked in his deep voice. “Tell me that ain’t the biggest fuckin’ cock you’ve ever taken.”
“It’s seriously… the biggest… cock I’ve ever taken…” Corbin replied between panting breaths.
José giggled at the complement, “Yeah, you know it is. I can feel this balls churning up something huge. Do you want me to breed your hole, bro?”
“Yes!” Corbin gasped.
“Say it, say, ‘I want you to breed my tight hole with your god-jizz, José!’”
“I want you to breed my tight hole with your fuckin’ god-jizz, José!” Corbin cried out.
“Gladly, bro,” Shelly/José replied with a grunt as he gripped Corbin’s thighs and started bucking his hips back and forth, burying his incredible length in and out, in and out of Corbin’s bussy as Corbin groaned and moaned loudly. Loud, fleshy, slapping noises filled the room as José’s hips smacked rhythmically against Corbin’s ass and as José’s pendulous bull nuts slapped his own thighs. José grunted rhythmically and grit his teeth in a grin as he pulverized Corbin’s hole. They made eye contact, José thrusting away, and Corbin bouncing rhythmically with every thrust. Shelly/José rewarded the eye contact by letting go of Corbin’s thighs and popping a huge double bicep pose, licking his muscles in self-worship. Corbin could not believe he was getting fucked by this god of a man.
“I’m getting close,” José said with quickening breath. Corbin responded by wrapping his legs around José’s torso, forbidding him from exiting his hole and forcing him to unload directly into Corbin’s guts. José kept quickening his thrusts and leaned forward on top of Corbin, laying his abs on top of and letting their chests touch as he continued thrusting. Corbin could see José’s face begin to contort and he tightened his hole around José’s cock. In the next second, José unloaded a torrent of jizz into Corbin’s guts. He could feel the hot liquid invading his insides as he felt José’s hot breath against his face and neck as he moaned and panted in ecstasy.
Having unloaded an unreal amount of cum into her friend, Shelly/José collapsed on top of Corbin, continuing to leak in his ass and gathering her breath, while Corbin carressed and worshipped José’s huge back.
Shelly/José propped himself back up on his powerful arms and smiled down on Corbin as he groped José’s pecs.
“I think it’s about time I dislodged this thing out of you,” she remarked in a chuckle. She used Corbin’s body to lift himself back up into a standing position and started to pull José’s cock out of Corbin’s beaten hole. It took surprisingly more pulling than Shelly anticipated and when the incredible length and girth of José’s cock finally pulled out with a squelch, she giggled at the sight. A steady river of jizz was seeping out of Corbin’s ass in huge spurts.
“I think we maybe got carried away,” she said with a chuckle as she cleaned off José’s dick.
“Oh, but I’m prepared to get ‘carried away’ every night this week. What’s Sam up to these days?” Sam was a LAX bro at their university, one of Corbin’s most prominent tormentors and the biggest beefcake on campus. Shelly/José cocked her head in consideration. Sam would be nice to squeeze into, and José’s cock seemed to agree as it perked back up in anticipation.
Yeah, she could definitely get carried away again.
“Fuck, what a tiring day,” said
Brendan tossing his t-shirt to the floor
“Well, never expected to be able to
pass as this jock for a day, but hell yeah we rockin’ it,” said Luke, taking
off his jacket
“We definitely rockin’ it bro. No
one even realize it. Acting like a douchebag is surely easy, eh?” asked Brendan
while smirking cockily seeing his reflection in the mirror
“Yeah, it’s fuckin’ easy. Even we
can pull it off without their memories fully intact. Just imagine how good we’re
playing as Brendan and Luke when their memories fully intact to our brain,”
answered Luke, rubbing his abs
“We’re going to be undetectable!”
said Brendan, staring at his boyfriend’s face that now look so jockish, far
from his earlier twinkish, mild look.
“But, don’t you want to sometimes,
you know, back to our own body?” asked Luke all in a sudden, fear washed his
cocky expression in a quick second
“Screw with our old body and life
dude. No one is going to miss us, not even our parents. They already considered
us to be nonexistent just because we came out to them, so screw that life and
let’s use this jocks body to our own satisfaction,” answered Brendan confidently,
grabbing his boyfriend’s face and lock his lip passionately
The kiss lit up the fire inside
Luke body and he aggressively pushed Brendan to the bed, ready to make out all
“Sort of surprised they kind off left quickly as soon as we told them to,”
“Well, we just lost the game. The two star player clearly frustrated because they cannot play their best and somehow the team was not tuned in since the very beginning. Sure they left because they don’t want to be blamed by us,”
“Too bad we haven’t got their muscle memory. Sort of want to play just like them in normal,”
“Yeah, pretty sure some of the people in the bleachers who record the game found that the two star player played oddly,”
“The last time I throw the ball was ten years ago. Thank God his strength was there so it didn’t flop that much,”
“Yeah, felt the same way too. Anyway, where’s Coach? Ryan shouldn’t take this long taking over that old bull,”
“Babe, don’t forget to lock the door, okay? And come right here, I’ve been waiting for you,”
He still thought that it was his boyfriend when in fact that was the noise I made. Yeah, I guess I’m a little reckless, tackling some stuff to the ground as I rush myself. His boyfriend is already in the first floor of the building and I gotta be quick if I don’t want a scene to happen because my move makes some twitch and seizure. I dive right through his ass and it took him by surprise as the pressure I caused and the way my huge spirit form spread his asshole popped his eyes. He instantly moaned like crazy, as if he’s being pounded as I squeezed more and more of me. He remained in his position and his dick constantly rubbed the bed sheet, leaking precum already as the whole experience turned on all his senses.
“Ungghhhhh….mwhhhhaatt….is…..this ffeeelllingggaaaAAHHHH!” he moaned as I’m midway in
He grabbed his ass and tried to know what caused all of this but of course he cannot touch me, not in this form. His once trashing feet now steadied as I take full control of it and that’s when he sensed that things will spiral down from then on. As his upper body still trashed wildly, all his legs and even his ass and dick are all under my control now and I locked them in place. The stiffness surprised him as I can tell that he shivered from this sensation, but for a moment he thought he got stroke or something. He tried to scream for help but I already ensured that the only thing out from his mouth are endless moan and groan.
He is in distress when I already controlled all his body parts except his neck and head and to ease him, I move his already controlled hand to his dick as I tried to finish him off
“N….n…noooOOOOO….NOOOO…..what’s happening heeEEERREEE UMFFF FUUCK!” he said, his hand already in-sync with the move I make in his body as I ensure him to shot his load soon
But then, I heard the door open followed by a greeting,
“Hi babe, I’m home,”
He tried to scream for help again so I quickly stop creeping in the back of his head as I cut him off and take full control of his whole body. The adjustment caused his body to twitch uncontrollably and that’s when I increased my speed humping the bed and I let out a very loud moan as I shot the load all over his bed. Right at the moment, his boyfriend entered the bedroom and said
“What the fuck is happening, babe?”
And I just scoop a little cum from MY torso with MY finger and give it a taste
“You take too long babe so I finish myself,”
And he just looked at me with disbelief as he realized the mess I caused through the dripping cum from the bedsheet to the floor. You call me possessive? Well, it’s fitting then if I can possess all his boyfriend after me to ensure that the love of my life always end with the right person, me. This is my calling and no one can tell me otherwise
(inspired by a classic GhostInTheDude story, but with a twist by me)
I awoke to the sound of my boyfriend’s excited, voice… only it didn’t sound exactly like him. “Hey stud! Wanna go back to our room and have some fun?!” His voice sounded more rough, older and yet more eager than normal and he kept rubbing his abs and pecs. It was like my boyfriend was checking out his body for the first time, especially after he just got out of the swimming pool. He’s normally more reserved, quiet, and polite- things like that; that’s why I want to marry him and call him my husband one day.
“You feeling okay, Diego?” I ask cautiously, sitting up from my nap. I instinctively felt the need to pull down the towel to show my muscular naked body. I could tell he was directly staring at me as I saw his tongue stick out of his mouth for a second. “Yeah babe! Never better! I’m just… really ready to go back our room. You are one smoking hot man!” I could see the outline of a boner in his Speedo.
Oh Fuck … I think this fucker possessed my man, Diego. I’d heard about ghost possessions happening before while you’re swimming in a pool, especially on vacation spots like this clothing optional gay resort, but never in a million years thought I could see it myself. This fucking old man probably possessed Diego in hopes he could get me in bed with him. I mean, at least he didn’t possess me yet. The thought of a horny old man in my body shockingly turned me on. Diego was probably stuck watching this old man ghost use his body like a puppet.
I decided the best way to get him out would be to visit that psychic we saw on that street with the little shops. She would know something, right? Or maybe we could go back to the hotel room and fuck? I mean, this old man in Diego probably has moves even I haven’t experienced yet. Then he’d be stuck in Diego’s body. Well, our sex life has suffered a lot. Hmm … fuck, he’s really turning me on with him all wet and feeling up his newly stolen muscles
“Whaddya say baby?” He repeats one more time as he flexes Diego’s stolen muscles.
“You know what, Diego. Let’s go. I need to breed that ass of yours.”
Diego’s eyes lit up and he gave me this mischievous grin that we knew the old man would be in Diego permanently. I can’t wait to to get to know my new Diego from the inside out.
This story written for @malemuscularbodyswap Thanks for the direction and the pics! It kind of took on a life of it’s own as stories kind of do, hope you like it!
My name in Clark and once I was young, 20 something in the 2000s. I was hot, young, and knee deep in hole. I’m still all those things, except not so young anymore. And only “knee deep in hole” with one guy.
There was one man back then, William, who I might have settled down for. I wish that I had tried harder with him, really thrown myself out there. But I was young, prideful… scared. All the dumb things young guys are. I missed out on him and what we could have been. He found someone else, moved away, had a life. He became in my mind “The one that got away”. I guess it shaped me, that mistake, that road not taken. So a few years ago, when I ran into what could have been his baby brother, in looks, in personality, in interests, hell, even in career, I knew what it was. Billy, born in 1996 was my second chance at that life.
I threw in everything I had, probably came on pretty strong for such a young guy, but I wasn’t going to let this chance slip through my fingers. I chatted him up, I asked him out, I took an interest in his life, I listened to his ideas, opinions, and worries, I talked about my feelings and goals and plans for the future, I even talked about my regrets and mistakes, although I didn’t go into detail about “the one that got away”. We grew close, fell in love, and did all the things you’d expect to people to do. We dated, became boyfriends, we traveled together, did boring domestic and tedious things together, and oh yeah, we fucked hard, often, and loud every chance we got. But most importantly, I did that thing that I was so afraid of before, I was vulnerable and I was open, and I took a chance that he might break my heart.
We said “I do.” seven months after our first date. I know, that’s crazy, but it all just clicked for us. We were perfect. Some of my long time friends noticed how much my new husband was like William. Plenty of people commented quietly or not so
quietly on the near two decade age difference between us. Phrases like “Peter Pan syndrome” and “Arrested Development” always seemed to float just on the edge of my periphery, but I was thankful that it never seemed to make it to Billy’s ears, or if it did, that he didn’t care. Especially because he was a product of this new generation. A grown man, but still enjoying his toys.
Video games, figurines, patterned underwear what people called today “popular culture” but what I had grown up calling “nerd shit”. At first I was a little self conscious about it, it really did feel like I was pursuing some kid, but after a while, I realized it was just a hobby, like fishing, or an interest, like following college football. Actually, watching him play and jump and sometimes even curse at the screen was kind of hot. I cant tell you how many times seeing get worked up over a puzzle or boss got me worked up. God bless the “pause” button.
We bought a house and started turning it into a home. Everything was great. Wake up, fuck, make breakfast, blow jobs, do some gardening and yardwork, rimjobs, lunch, jerkoff, you get the idea. If you can’t tell, Billy was an exceptional young man to have all to myself.
I never got tired of probing, tasting, licking, sucking, biting, or splitting him open. And I’m proud to say he never got tired of doing all of those things back to me. It was perfect.
… but then there was Gerald.
Gerald was our neighbor. Our plots of land were fairly large, and provided plenty of privacy, but Gerald didn’t seem to notice that benefit or actively ignored it. He’d hang around at the edge of his yard to chat us up, to interrupt our day, to interject something about anything, in short, to wedge himself into our lives. Billy was nice about it, but it made me uncomfortable. In Gerald, I saw everything I could have become after William if I stopped taking care of myself, if I didn’t try to date, if I never opened myself up. Basically, if I had given up. I think Gerald saw that in me, too. What he could have been, what he might now have, but was out of reach. I’m sure he saw that, because I saw it in his eyes sometimes. Cold, dark glances shot at us.
It was not the most subtle tactic to pursue, but I started contacting landscaping companies about quotes on hedges and fast-growth coverage. I wanted some kind of barrier between us and a leafy green wall of foliage seemed ideal. Billy thought I was going overboard and that we should just talk with him about space and appropriate personal distance. He didn’t know, he was young, he hadn’t really seen or understood yet how inverted and how angry decades of rejection or years wondering “what if” could change a man. I probably would have to have a “chat” with him, but I doubt it would be civil.
I was busy researching, calling, describing my ideal yard-fortress when it started. Billy said he was driving into town for his usual gym time. He mentioned he had encouraged Gerald to ask about about a membership, maybe some classes. Billy thought if he had some more outside engagement and made friends, he’d rely less on us for interaction. I mentally shuddered at the thought of Gerald inserting himself into another part of our lives and ogling us as we worked out. Billy pecked me on the cheek goodbye as I continued scrolling and comparing prices. As his car pulled out I could hear his engine down the driveway and out to the road, followed shortly by a second engine. I didn’t think anything about it at the time.
The sun went down and I started to worry. It had been nearly 3 hours. I had lost myself to research, but Billy’s routine and the drive to and from town shouldn’t take more than 2 hours, maybe 2 hours and 30 minutes if there was traffic or something. I figured maybe he was picking up some grocery items or a surprise dinner for us. Still, I texted him. When he responded, he sent a pic and the message, “Just finished pumping my chest, Daddy. Your little boy needs it bad when he get home.”
The picture wasn’t entirely out of character, but something about it was off… Something about the eyes. The message though, suddenly, all the alarm bells in my head were ringing. We NEVER talked like that. It just wasn’t us. We never had any conversation or kinkplay or anything around it. Billy didn’t see me that way, never showed any interest in a “daddy/son” kind of dynamic. I was happy he hadn’t, it would have only made me dwell on our age difference more. Something was wrong…
When Billy got home, he flounced around, stripped off his gym clothes, and practically jumped into my arms, like I should carry him on my hip. Billy wasn’t exactly light as a feather. Sure, I was taller and bigger than him, but Billy had all the dense, heavy muscle of a guy who’s been going to the gym since he could drive. We were lucky I was able to catch him and keep him from crashing onto the floor. I pushed him off of me. This… this wasn’t my Billy. This wasn’t my husband. Cold and flatly, I asked “Who are you? You’re not him…” Billy’s face shot me that cold, dark glance. It was an expression Billy didn’t know how to make. One that came after years of festering resentment. Gerald. He knew instantly that I knew who he really was. No need to say it out loud. His body language shifted, going from an absurd display of “boy-toy” to the body language of someone who, until very recently, had to maneuver around a belly and maybe had a bad back. “Why do you get a second chance?” he growled, “Why shouldn’t I? This way, we both get what we want. Isn’t this what you want? A much younger man, a kid, fawning over you, being submissive? I’m willing to play the part if you are. It won’t even be that bad. I just need you to fuck me to seal the deal.” he explained. “You mean this isn’t permanent?!? Of course, I’m not going to do that! I want my husband back. You’re sick, Gerald. You’re stealing his life! You’‘re stealing OUR LIFE!” I shouted. “Calm down and stop shrieking, you fucking fairy,” he said “This, me, in here, this is said and done. There’s nothing you or anyone could ever do to get me out of this perfect, tight body. Fuck, I couldn’t even get out if I wanted to! But if you fuck me tonight, then I’ll get his personality, his memories, his quirks, most of them anyways. If you fuck me, I’ll be around… 85%, maybe 90% the Billy you know. It will still be ole’ Gerald in the drivers seat. But we can pretend, we can roleplay, as Billy and Clark, forever. The “life” you wanted, its still here, it can happen. You’ll probably never even notice once I’m sucking your-” I didn’t give him a chance to finish. I was out the backdoor, nearly blind in the dusk low light, barefoot and running though the yard towards Gerald’s house. “BILLY! BILLY! WHERE ARE YOU!” I shouted. And there he was, but it was Gerald. It was Gerald in body and in mannerisms. He was out, near our yard again, watering some poorly tended wildflowers that had sprung up. He looked up, waved, but gave me a confused look. He then looked around for Billy, as if to help me find the errant husband I was calling for. I stopped, wondering ‘how’, how was Gerald in both bodies at once! Billy, or rather, the body of Billy sauntered up to me, and draped his arms around my waist. “I wouldn’t chat him up too much if I were you. Billy’s in there alright, but he’s not exactly in the same situation as me. He already has all my old habits, memories, and what-have-you’s. Poor Billy is stuck in there for a downward spiral of a ride, he’s doomed to keep eating like me, to never work out, to creep on the neighbors, probably to die in a decade or two of heart disease. He can’t help but be the perfect “Gerald”. It must be hell for him. You know what they say, “Youth is wasted on the young”, but now it doesn’t have to be. So come on, hubby! Breed me and turn me into your perfect little househusband. It’s the only way you’ll ever be happy. Come claim that “life” you said I was stealing.”
I had lost him. I had lost my husband and this… this evil, thief had doomed him. slowly murdered him and our future together. I saw Gerald across the yard, practically drowning the sorry looking flowers with a garden hose. That was my husband. Even if he couldn’t say it, even if he couldn’t act like his real self or acknowledge me, that was my Billy. I shoved off the muscled body trying to tempt me and sprinted over to neighboring yard. I took Gerald’s body in my arms and held him tight, tighter than the first time we made love and tighter than even on our wedding night. He was confused, but his body still responded. Gerald’s cock thickened and poked at me. I suppose I was lucky that Gerald had been so lecherous and horny that his body’s desire for me mirrored BIlly’s. Behind us, an angry “Billy” was shouting, “YOU CAN’T DO THIS. I’M THE YOUNG ONE NOW. YOU HAVE TO LOVE ME. COME BACK. YOU DON’T WANT HIM. NO ONE COULD WANT HIM. HIS LIFE IS OVER. DONE. GET BACK HERE!”
We left the yard, entered his unkempt and dingy home, and I laid down my husband, in a body I had never touched before, with a weight I never imagined I’d feel, and a face I just this morning had loathed. I whispered “I love you, Billy” and I saw tears in his eyes. He really was trapped in there, doomed to act our Gerald’s sorry life. I did the only thing I knew to do, I comforted him. I kissed him. I made love to him.
The next morning we saw the damage. The house we had bought together was near ruin. Dry wall and plaster had been torn through, likely with a crowbar, leaving long scars all along the facade. Broken glass sparkled everywhere, potted plants were turned over, planters shattered, and the garden was ripped up. The pool had torn bags of manure thrown in, listing and leaking their contents. A small fire sputtered in the kitchen as the broken open dishwasher sparked, but was quickly put out from the mangled kitchen sink and its fountain of spewing water. This was all we could see from our vantage point, but I was sure the rest of the house, all our things, were all in a similar state. I called the police and told them… I lied. I told them something had happened to my husband. That he came home and acted differently, violently. That I sought shelter with my neighbor. Well, I suppose technically that’s all true. At first they thought this was just a domestic disturbance; philandering gays being unfaithful to one another and throwing hissy fits. They toured the house, saw pictures of us, two muscled handsome men, but when they came out to meet the neighbor who had taken me in, soft, messy Gerald, their own limited minds put that idea to rest. Why would I ever cheat on Billy for that? It probably saved us, gave our story the credit it needed to be taken seriously. We noted a car was missing, along with some watches, cash, and clothes, and an APB was put out for Billy. His nintendo switch was still there, though. The cops let me get some items but told me this was a crime scene now and that I wouldn’t be allowed back over for a few days, maybe even a week.
I picked through the home I had planned to make with my husband, and returned to “Gerald” with some clothes, documents, and my phone and wallet, bringing along the game with me. We silently made breakfast, ate, and as I dozed on his stained futon, he picked up the switch, and began playing. Badly at first, but then with greater skill, hoping on the couch and getting into it. Doing moves and hitting secrets that “Gerald” couldn’t have known. I put my hand on over his, and he looked up at me and smiled. I meekly said “Billy… ? and he struggled, but succeeded in nodding a ‘yes’ to me.
It took nearly 6 months, but I almost have my husband back. “Gerald” has been a great friend to me since my “Billy” had some kind of psychotic break or maybe, since the conman known as Billy had become so frustrated that he lashed out at his mark and took off. Friends, family, the cops, all have their own ideas of what happened. Currently, “Billy” is being held in a psychiatric facility 4 counties over. No one knows what to make of the angry man who seems to lack some very basic skills and concepts, except a great hatred towards couples and towards the young, muscular orderlies at his hospital. He is there on my orders. We are married after all, and I still have power of attorney over my husband who is suffering from… who knows what. I think I know what went wrong. It was me. I didn’t give “Billy” the love he needed, to put it bluntly, he needed me to fuck him to complete whatever he had done. Instead, I made love that night to “Gerald”. Now, “Billy” had been cheated out of an important part of the equation. Yes, he had a youthful body, but he had no idea how to take care of it, how to work in a lab, or even of his 1992 birthday.
It seems likely that “Billy” doesn’t know much about our neighbor “Gerald” now either. As far as I can tell, when Gerald did whatever he did to Billy that night, he left behind nearly all of his skills and memories and self, to trap and muzzle Billy once he was safety contained as “Gerald”. It was a real gamble on his part, but I think he was so blinded by his own feelings, that he couldn’t conceive of me NOT choosing his youthful and perfect body. He must have been sure that everyone was as obsessed with looks as he was. I denied him that. Instead, “Gerald” got it all. I mean ALL. He has both sets of memories, skills, knowledge, everything. And I’ve kept giving it to him. Billy is now in total control of his new “Gerald” form, he can even openly talk about his old life. He plays video games, he works out, he’s totally changed around his diet, and he’s flying through the community college courses in biology. His professors say he’ll probably be accepted by any 4-year in the county to complete his B.S., I suppose it helps when he has all the knowledge and experience of his multiple degrees and old career. He’s already planning out where he wants to apply for his masters. He’s going by Jerry now. He says it suits him better than Gerald and it raise too many eyebrows to go by Billy. People have noticed how close we are. Some people nod, knowingly, as if their approval means anything, like they are saying “See, Clark, you should have always been with a man your own age.” What idiots they are… Basing their opinions on someone’s worth entirely on their age or appearance. I’ve asked Jerry about the weeks and days leading up to that fateful night. He tells me there are gaps, holes in his memory. I suppose Gerald took steps to make sure the process was forgotten by all, worried it could be used against him later on. I’m not convinced. I’ve spent months scouring his home, the books here, his phone and computer, even the places he’s driven to and where he spent money. I’m going to find the process, the method, the whatever, and then… I’m not really sure what we’ll do then. Jerry seems to be making the best of his life now, but it isn’t fair for him to have to adjust to a body and an age he had forced on him. But if I am somehow successful in figuring how he did it, what then? Switch them back? With what’s left of “Billy”’s life, with a police record and a “mental health” issues? Knowing how to steal a life like that… would I be tempted to use it on others, to place Jerry into some other young man? To place myself? To try and claim back the life we were going to have? To try and create the life I would have had with William all those years ago, both of us young? Is this what drove Gerald over the edge? The knowledge that it was possible…
No. I know I can handle that kind of power responsibly. We’ll figure something out, I’m not just going to let decades of life Jerry should have had slip away. I’ll figure out the process, and then we’ll figure out our next steps. We’ll be happy, we’ll get everything we worked for, everything we’re supposed to have. I just have to figure it out.
Ever since the two elderly men had found the possession spell they’d been using it to help each other get whoever they wanted. When it was Vinny’s turn with the spell, he possessed his own grandson’s body and brought him over to Samuel’s house for a treat. Samuel was delighted. He’d been lusting after Vinny’s grandson forever but he was straight. That all changed when Vinny was inside.
Samuel yanked off Vinny’s clothes. and Vinny felt his grandson’s cock rising to attention, following his own lust for Samuel. God, it felt amazing Samuel to slide his thick cock deep into Vinny’s virgin hole. Samuel held Vinny’s thick legs in Samuel’s hands, encircling his friend’s grandson as he burrowed into Vinny’s aching hole.
The lust coursing through Vinny’s body was incredible, concentrated in the base of his muscular ass it drove Samuel on, made Vinny want Samuel to sink impossibly deep into Vinny’s ass. Samuel fucked Vinny harder, their own grunts mingling with each until Samuel finally came inside of Vinny, thrusting hard and deep as Vinny shot his grandson’s load onto their naked bodies.
When they were done, Vinny returned to his grandson’s apartment and hopped out, leaving his grandson strangely and still aroused. Vinny already planning who he wanted Samuel to be for him: Samuel’s roommate, Jackson.
Kibosh, King of Ghosts was sitting in his office examining new death records, when Snivel, his anxious assistant burst into the room.
“M-master, I’ve heard word that the Ghostly Trio have broken the Grimmest World record for possession. Their possessions are now lasting for d-days at time, instead of mere hours!” he stammered.
Kibosh continued to stare down at the records. He placed his large green hand on his chin and paused in contemplation.
“Is that correct? Such an unruly lot cannot be allowed to hold this esteemed title” Kibosh’s voice rumbled, eyes glowing red “Snivel, go ahead and make preparations in accordance with the protocol for this scenario.”
“Y-yes, master” whimpered Snivel, shaking at Kibosh’s intimidating presence.
Snivel quickly floated out of the Kibosh’s office and started drumming his head with his hands. “Where is it? Where did I put it?” Snivel muttered to himself as he flew through the abandoned mansion towards his office room. He floated into his office and sifted through various filing cabinets hurriedly.
“Aha!” Snivel announced, pulling out a red book labelled “Protocol 34.”
As Snivel sifted through the pages, he whispered “Now… Time to re-acquaint myself with the plan.”
DJ Davids was laying on the sand and taking in the soothing sound of the waves crashing against the shore. The beach was deserted today which allowed him to be present and appreciate the serenity of the beach’s natural sounds. He had a long week modelling and writing, and was grateful he had some time to unwind.
As DJ lay there, he suddenly felt a massive thud hit his stomach. It felt like someone threw an unusually cold beach ball at him. He sat up and looked around but couldn’t see anyone nearby. He looked down at his stomach, but he couldn’t see what hit him. However, he found it strange that he could feel an odd cool weight resting on his stomach, as if a large water balloon was resting on it.
“S-sorry, this is my first time” Snivel apologised as he became visible to DJ. DJ’s eyes widened as he stared down at the small, fat ghost sitting on his stomach.
“No, d-dont panic! My master is visiting very soon and I need to succeed! You understand don’t you?” Snivel stammered, looking worried.
“What do you mean you need a body?” DJ breathed.
“I just need to take over your body for a little while. Otherwise my boss will be mad.” Snivel pleaded with the handsome man, but DJ was completely stunned. “S-so, how would you like me to enter? I assume going in through the m-mouth is standard…” Snivel wondered.
DJ eyes widened even more and he covered his mouth with both hands. DJ found the courage to stand up, but Snivel pushed his weight down on DJ’s stomach which kept him pressed down on the sand.
“Sorry fleshie, but it looks like we’re just gonna dive straight in!” Snivel shot into the air right above DJ’s stomach and shouted “G-geronimo!” with a stutter.
Snivel dove straight down again and his head landed directly on DJ’s belly button. DJ gasped as Snivel’s cool head popped right into his belly button. He stared down in terror as Snivel wriggled and wormed his way into his belly. DJ tried to grasp Snivel’s body, however his body was so round and jiggly that DJ couldn’t get a grip. DJ’s belly began to grow and jiggle as it filled with cool ectoplasm. DJ could only stare down in shock at Snivel’s entry and watch his stomach grow to accommodate the ghost’s body. His mouth kept opening and closing in shock like a goldfish as Snivel wriggled the last of his tail into DJ’s now pudgy stomach. DJ thrust his stomach forward and groaned as the last of Snivel’s tail popped into his belly. He clutched his inflated belly and could feel Snivel sitting heavily inside his stomach.
“I think the master will be very impressed with me” Snivel giggled as he positioned himself inside DJ’s lean body. DJ groaned in discomfort and terror as he witnessed the bulge in his stomach start to slide up into his torso. His chest and throat began to bulge as Snivel squeezed his way into DJ’s head. DJ whimpered as he felt the cool ectoplasm flood his head. DJ’s eyes rolled back into his head as Snivel completely filled him out. After a couple of spasms, DJ’s eyes opened and glowed a faint yellow. The portly ghost had taken control of his body.
Snivel looked down at his new body and began to feel up his abs and tight thighs. He started to perk a boner, but Snivel snapped back into focus and stated “I need to focus on the task at hand! Now it’s time to find a suitable vessel for Kibosh”
Snivel stood up, put his clothes on set off on his mission with a determined expression.
Today was a big day for Shawne Merriman, he was signing onto a new NFL team and had a meeting with the coach. However, the day started off quite strangely; he was called by a man with a wheezy, anxious voice. This man claimed that the coach was sick and that he would be arranging the signing of the contract in the coach’s place. Shawne shrugged off his weird feeling about it and agreed to meet at their “office.”
Now, after driving for an hour, Shawne was now standing in front of a massive, old mansion.
“Some office this is…” Shawne muttered under this breath, surprised and quite frankly weirded out.
Suddenly the large doors of the mansion creaked open.
“W-welcome, Shawne, thankyou for c-coming” Snivel wheezed and offered his hand.
Shawne reached out to shake his hand, but the man’s hand shake was weak and sweaty.
Shawne’s brows furrowed. This man was physically very attractive and well muscled, but his personality seemed to not align with his appearance.
Snivel, sensing hesitation, urged Shawne inside.
Shawne was amazed by the interior and intricate architecture of the mansion, but noticed that it was not well kept and very dusty. It looked like no one had lived there for decades. Snivel guided Shawne up the circular staircase into a large room with a large mahogany desk. Neatly laid out on top of the desk was a piece of paper.
“P-please Mr Shawne, go ahead and read the contract. If you feel it is all in order, please go ahead and add your signature to the bottom.”
Shawne approached the desk and picked up the contract. He read through the terms of the contract which all appeared in order. However, Shawne could’ve sworn that some of the writing had glown a bright green, but dismissed it as a trick of the light.
Shawne pulled a pen out of his pocket which he hovered above the contract. Snivel started to sweat; he could tell Shawne was hesitating. Something about this whole scenario didn’t feel right to Shawne, but as a man of logic, he dismissed his gut feeling. Shawne cleared his throat, and signed the contract with a smirk. Shawne placed his pen back in his pocket and turned around.
“Was there anything else I needed to d-” Shawne started to ask as he turned around.
Shawne stood paralysed in fear as he looked up at the massive, muscular green ghost staring down at him evilly. Kibosh grinned maliciously at Shawne, showing off his sharp teeth.
“Well hello there fleshie, would you like to take a closer look at the contract you just signed” Kibosh sneered. With a snap of his big fingers, the contract hovered off the desk and floated in front of Shawne.
Shawne managed to pry his eyes away from the terrifying ghost and examined the contract. Shawne stared in disbelief as the previous terms of the contract faded away before his eyes to reveal another set of concerning terms underneath.
1. I, Shawne Merriman, do hereby relinquish ownership of my body to Kibosh.
2. I certify that Kibosh will inhabit my body and use it as he wishes.
3. The circumstances of this arrangement will remain in place for all eternity.
Shawne looked up at Kibosh in fear and anger. “You tricked me!” he shouted at Kibosh.
“It’s okay fleshie, this is the last time you’ll ever be tricked again. Because you won’t have a life to worry about anymore” Kibosh grinned.
Shawne backed away slowly with shaky legs.
“This isn’t personal, little one. Some other spirits need to be reminded of their place, and you’ll make a fine token of my superiority” Kibosh grinned.
Shawne tried to turn away and run, but Kibosh grabbed Shawne’s muscular shoulders and stared down at him with a paralysing stare. Shawne looked up at Kibosh in terror, shaking.
“This is going to be a tight squeeze, fleshie. So open wide” Kibosh commanded. Shawne shut his mouth tight in protest.
Kibosh grunted in frustration and placed his hands into Shawne’s mouth, forcing his mouth wide open. Shawne tried to close his mouth but Kibosh’ grip was too strong. Shawne panicked and Kibosh only continued to stare down at Shawne with a devilish, pleasured glint in his eyes.
Kibosh positioned his head down and shoved it against Shawne’s mouth. Kibosh’s head hit Shawne’s mouth but couldn’t quite fit in. Kibosh pushed his head harder against Shawne’s mouth with a grunt. Eventually Kibosh’s massive head slipped into Shawne’s mouth with a pop and groan from Shawne. Shawne gagged as Kibosh’s thick head pushed down into his threat, causing his throat to bulge out.
Shawne raised his meaty arms and placed them on Kibosh’s shoulders to push him away but to no avail. Shawne lowered his hands and tried to pull Kibosh’s arms off him. Shawne used all of his might to push Kibosh’s arms away, but he couldn’t get a grip on his jiggly arms. Kibosh’s ghostly biceps felt like massive green water balloons.
Kibosh boomed “There is no use attempting to fight me, fleshie. Your body is now my new home.”
Shawne cried out in fear as Kibosh’s arms descended down his throat. Shawne’s chest started to bulge out due to his girth of his ghostly invader. Kibosh’s massive green body and tail was pushing and wagging forcefully down into Shawne’s mouth. Shawne began to feel his stomach inflate with Kibosh’s body, and his ass expanded outwards to make more room for Kibosh’s body. Shawne’s pecs and thighs jiggled from the force of the struggle. Shawne groaned and clutched his bulging and jiggling stomach as he was filled to the brim with the green ghost.
Only Kibosh’s thick tail was left outside of Shawne’s mouth. It slowly squirmed into Shawne’s mouth. Shawne tried to grip the tail but it slipped out his sweaty palms. The tail wiggled and wiggled further down his throat, and with a loud pop and groan from the athlete, Kibosh’s fat tail slipped in. Shawne could feel the rest of Kibosh wriggle down his throat and land in his stomach with the rest of the ghostly invader.
Shawne looked down at his inflated, jiggling stomach which began to deflate and spread to the rest of his body. Shawne felt so incredibly full with the massive ghost currently occupying his body.
“Submit to me, fleshie” Kibosh commanded as Shawne felt Kibosh arrange his ghostly limbs into his own, inflating them outwards. Shawne felt Kibosh’s massive arms squeeze into his own, causing his biceps to bulge out. Shawne moaned as Kibosh moved downwards and shoved his ghostly mass into his thick legs. Shawne’s flaccid penis suddenly rose to full mast, and his balls swelled as Kibosh’s manhood inflated into his own. The sensation of being filled out was too much for both the fleshie and the ghost inside of him, and Shawne shot out a stream of come involuntarily. Shawne and Kibosh moaned in pleasure together.
“Now, time to take my prize” Kibosh boomed from inside Shawne’s chest. Shawne could feel Kibosh’s large head rise up and begin pushing into his own. Shawne felt so full, and he could no longer tell where his body began and the ghost’s ended. Shawne whimpered as he felt Kibosh’s huge head push up into his own. His body twitched involuntarily as it became accustomed to it’s new unwanted inhabitant. Everything started to fade to black as Kibosh’s malicious laugh echoed in Shawne’s ears. Shawne slumped over. After a few moments he came to with a grin on his face. Except it was no longer Shawne; his eyes glowed a bright red and the evil laughing was now coming from his mouth. Shawne began to feel his thick ass and rub his erect penis with a devilish grin. He flexed his heavily muscled arms and sniffed his arm pits deeply.
“Ahh now this is a body I could get used to!” Kibosh proclaimed.
He turned to look at Snivel who was smiling anxiously in the corner.
“Well done, Snivel! Now the Ghostly Trio will never break a possession record again” Kibosh explained “That contract was infused with a binding spell. I will inhabit this body for as long as I wish. I will hold the record for all of eternity”
Snivel looked completely shocked by Kibosh’s positive feedback and broke out into a giggle.
“Now, time for your reward” Kibosh boomed and walked over to Snivel. Kibosh picked Snivel up and they stared lustfully at each other while Kibosh carried him to the bedroom.
“Time to put these bodies to good use” Kibosh grunted as he threw Snivel onto the bed and heaved his muscular body on top of Snivel.
Snivel breathed in Shawne’s sweaty musk and gushed “Anything for you, Lord Kibosh.”