Any Idea For This Stud

Can someone help me find out who he is?

I spotted him waiting outside the ladies restroom, couldn’t believe my luck. He was distracted with something so it was easy to lunge at him, twist and drop into his body. We struggled for a couple of seconds and then he was mine.

Flipping through his memories told me he was waiting for his sister, I sucked on my teeth stood up in my new body and left for his home knowing she would make her own way home.

It felt good to be back in a younger body, but it wouldn’t be for long—a day or two maybe. Chris was simply a tool to get what I really wanted. I’d play him, be him until his older brother showed up. Jamie was the true target, a jock visiting home to get mom to wash his laundry.

I’d find the right time, then I’d move into his body and life for the foreseeable future… and why not he had a lot going for him, he’d be the perfect fit for my own future.

It would be great if someone made a second part to this story one day.

Back for the Good Son (Landers)

By Landers

Ben was such a good boy before his dad possessed his body. Ben used to go to school with a big smile on his face, sit in the front with a pen in hand, and get straight A’s. He had a girlfriend, and a few good friends who spent their weekends in the library. Nobody really blinked when his brother started acting more sexual and rebellious, but Ben to become a bad boy overnight? That raised some red flags.

It used to be the Ben, his older brother Tobias (aka Toby), their parents. But it was around the time Toby turned twenty-one that he and their dad disappeared. Their mom didn’t understand why, but Ben knew. Hiding in the closet, Ben watched his dad possessing his older brother, taking full control of his body. Ben didn’t know how it was possible, but he knew his father made Toby leave. So, it was shocking when Ben walked into his room to see his father again, lying almost naked on the bed.

“Shhh.” Rob says. Ben was too shocked to scream. His mind was flooded with the memory. Ben just stood there, looking at the fat old man he used to call dad. Rob smiled.

“You look good.” he said, licking his lips as he took a step forward. “I’ve missed you, and so has Toby.” Rob said staring at Ben’s penis. Ben knew his body was betraying him. The mention of his brother’s name, the warmth his brother showed him, and the feelings he tried to repress bubbled up. But the fear and dread he was feeling was unmistakably present as well.

“Oh, don’t worry son.” Rob said, putting his fat hand on Ben’s shoulder. “When I’m in you, you’ll be fine. I’ll even take you to see your brother. Isn’t that what you want? To be back with him? I know how you felt about him, and it’s okay. I don’t judge you. You’re my son. I want you to be happy.” he said in a mocking tone. Then, Rob turned into his spectral form. Ben backed up, almost stumbling - trying to get away, but the specter glided behind him in the blink of an eye.

Rob’s spectral dick slid through Ben’s pants and into his ass. Despite being intangible, Ben could feel the penis inside him, almost like it was plugging into him, locking the spirit to his body. Ben’s back arched as the pleasure and pain filled him, and as his father’s influence took over. Rob slid his legs into Ben’s, almost like he was getting into a suit, place his arms and hands on top of his son’s like he was controlling his son’s body like a puppet. Rob’s torso rubbed against Ben’s back before going in. Despite Ben’s twink body and his father’s massive frame, there wasn’t much of a struggle getting in.

“I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time.” Rob whispered into Ben’s ear. Ben, his head still tilted back, repeated the sentence in a monotone. “I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time.” Rob kissed his son’s neck sensually, sending shivers down their spine, before moving his head behind Ben’s. His son’s hair was neat and tidy; he had it cut for his birthday. Rob moved his head forward, and after passing into Ben’s head, he was in complete control of his son’s body, making sure to be just far enough in to have complete control, but out just enough so that Ben was watching the entire show as a passenger in his own body. The sensation of being inside his youngest son’s young virile body felt amazing. Ben also felt the euphoria, even as he tried, and failed, to fight against it.

Ben’s eyes blinked a couple times, now with his father in complete control. He looked down at his hands. They were pretty big, with long fingers, yet they had a childlike quality to them. Ben never really had to work hard, so they were smooth and supple. He clenched his hands into a fist before relaxing them.

After walking over to a nearby mirror, Ben looked surprised at first to see his reflection, but that quickly passed. He walked up to the mirror to examine his body, dressed in a nice, expensive sweater, a white collared shirt, some jeans and polished black leather shoes, it almost looked like the boy, now a young man, was going to church. He had a little stubble on his face, but nothing really worth shaving off. His hands moved to feel his arms, which were toned like Toby’s, with solid muscle in them. He removed his shirt to reveal a six pack that could cut glass. A gitty smile appeared on Ben’s face as he looked up.

“My boy!” he cried out, smiling, dropping the shirt and clapping. “You’ve really taken good care of yourself. Thank you! This is the best birthday present ever!” he said, with a slight laugh to his words. Ben’s dick grew hard as he spoke. He bit his lip. “You’re gonna have to wait, stud. Your big brother will take care of that for you.” He winked at his reflection.

Ben changed out of his church cloths and into the outfit his father brought for him: a  t-shirt, a black leather jacket, a speedo in place of underwear, and some cool shades. He kept the jeans he originally had on but changed out the shoes for some cool red and black sneakers he kept in his closet. Ben went to look at himself in the mirror again.

“Now we’re talking.” he said with a smile as he put on the shades. “My boy’s a man now, all grown up,” Ben said to his reflection. “You know, I think we’ll have a lot more fun together now that you’re a man. I bet, deep down, you like that I’m inside your body. I bet you like that I take control, plug into your tight ass and wear you like a suit. You’re just like your brother, aren’t you?” He said, still addressing his reflection. Ben shifted his stance. “I’m Ben, and I love it when my dad fucks me with his spectral dick, possesses me, and takes control of me. He owns me, and I love it.” Ben’s dick got hard as he spoke. “Fuck yea, that’s hot! I can’t wait to see what dad makes me do. Maybe if I’m lucky, he’ll get Toby to fuck my tight virgin ass.”

Just then, his girlfriend texted.

“Get bent skank.” he responded with a smug grin on his face before blocking her. Ben reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. After lighting the cigarette, he took a deep inhale. “Ah, yeah.” he said, exhaling the smoke and enjoying the taste of the vanilla and tobacco on his tongue. 

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A few weeks later. In another town, Ben was whistling a playful tone, dressed in a gray tank top to show off his beefy arms. 

“Hey, Brad! My man!” He welcomed as a blonde jock arrived.

“You jerk!” He shouted as he lifted Ben by the shirt. “You think you could mess with my sister and get away with it?!”

“The girl sucks at blowjobs.” Ben snarked.

“I will-”

Before Brad could finish, Tobias arrived behind him and chloroformed him. As he woke up, he was now bounded to a chair in what seemed to be a basement. With him, Ben was there, smirking and listening to some metal music and wearing a tank of the band.

“I’m coming back, I will return. And I’ll possess your body and I’ll make you burn. I have the fire, I have the force.” He sang along. “My boy used to hate this kind of music, but now that daddy is in control, he loves it.”

“You freak! I’m going to call the police and-”

“Shh.” Ben hushed Brad. “Watch.” He pointed to himself.

All of a sudden, Ben groaned as his voice progressively dissociated into his and a deeper one. Then, a forest of hair and fat emerged from Ben’s shaved and sculpted body. Brad watched in shock as Rob left his son.

“Toby, come take care of your little brother.” Rob urged.

While Ben was still struggling to stand up, his big brother grabbed and roped him.

“What the hell is happening here ?!” Brad questionned.

“You’ll soon see.” Rob spoke with a devious tone, that Ben had a few minutes earlier. 

Rob rubbed his son’s strong thigh as he travelled to his junk and took a good grab of it, before taking his phone and searching something.

“Hot stuff.” Rob mocked as he showed a picture of Brad.

“Can’t wait to add you to the family.” Rob announced.

Brad quivered in his chair, knowing what would happen. He screamed for help and tried to use his jock arms to free himself from the bounds, to no avail. To his disgust, he felt Rob’s unclean feet stepping against his, slowly merging with his. Then, the bear’s legs rubbed against his stallion calves, he felt each sweaty hair gripping on his healthy flesh and pulling the dirty man inside. Rob laughed with his baritone voice as he pushed his fat belly against Brad’s abs, squeezing through each perfect ripple of his eight-pack. Brad screamed as he could feeling not feel his abs anymore, sensing fat instead. As they got closer, Rob hugged the jock and forced his greasy and fuzzy chest on Brad’s buff pectorals. Brad gulped, feeling the sweaty oiling his skin, making the access of his body easier to the fat man. Grunting, Brad tried to push the naked old man away, but he just laughed as he tore off Brad’s pants and rubbed their dicks together.

“It’s time to teach you docking, young man!” Rob said, his voice flowing with Brad’s youthful genes.

Consequently, Rob stretched his foreskin and covered Brad’s hard rod with it as he began to jerk both of them off. Brad moaned, his voice tainted by Rob’s manful corruption. He despairly tried to slap Rob’s hands away, but it just merged their upper arms together. The old man was now just a parasitic head, peeking from Brad’s burly chest. Savouring his screams, Rob laughed before headbutting Brad. The jock expected to get hit on the nose, but he felt the impact in his mind instead, being overwhelmed with nasty and perverse thoughts.

“AAAARRRGGHHHHH!!! GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF ME! NOOOO!”

Tobias held Brad in place as he shook wildly, like a pinball machine. After some grunting, Brad relaxed and opened his eyes, with a sinister gleam. As he looked at his body, a cocky grin appeared on his boyish face. Taking a deep breathe, Brad contracted his whole body as veins inflated all over him. 

“GRAAAAAHHHH!” Roared Brad as he ripped his bounds off his wrists. “Nice, welcome to the family, son.” Rob spoke through Brad as he flexed his guns. “I wonder if we’ll find a leather jacket big enough for you, beefcake boy… Tobby, what are you waiting for ? Clean your new brother.”

Tobby smiled as he kneeled and licked the precum off Brad’s long and thick staff. Watching this, Ben was trying to crawl away.

“Benny-boy, why can’t you be a good son like Tobias?” Brad taunted as he pushed Tobias away and walked to him. “I guess you need more of me inside you.”

Brad opened his mouth wide as a spectral Rob bursted from him. Ben screamed as the jock seized him and french kissed him, forcing Rob’s essence in him. After a quick fight, Ben cooled down and smiled.

“Daddy knows best.” He said with Rob’s lubric tone.

“Always.” Brad added.

The three possessed young men looked at each other as they started fucking. 

Ck......such a close call. I would've been captured if I didn't have the ring with me and this guy didn't lounge around in his low-fenced backyard getting some tan with his eyes closed. Guess the case will be a cold one and my whereabout will remain a mystery for those poor cops. And me? Well......he is....scratch that, I am a recently married man.....and I cannot wait for my pregnant wife to give birth to our lovely kid and make our family even more complete. He got some business ideas up in his sleeve to sustain the family's life aside from his income being a sponsored fitness influencer and adult entertainer. Hmm.... maybe rather than landscaping, I can put my own twist to it and start planting my own weed as long as my wife agrees to it

"Why did you jump inside Colin, Santa? Will he be okay?" asked the timid, little boy that's been watching every single scene transpired in front of his eyes in silence from the coat room in the corner

Colin, or someone/something inside of him, startled that he's been observed this whole time. Fuck. The silence from him invited the kid to ask more question

"I always knew that you're real and have all sort of magical powers, and I'm happy that you proved all the adults wrong, so you don't have to think on how to pretend to be Colin. You are not Colin, and I know that for a fact, but I'm not going to tell anyone. Anyway, don't you still have so many countries to visit and drop presents to? What about those other kids now?"

Yes, dressing up as Santa for a 52 years old bulky man on Christmas Eve definitely feels on brand and give a much-needed pass if you need to sneak around. But to be confused as a real Santa and your strenous work all these years to create that bodysuit serum confused as some sort of magic, that's a bummer. By a dumb kid, no less. Should he just get the fuck out of this stud, inject him the reversal serum and search for another new body? It's still around midnight, he still has time

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A quickie to wish you all a Merry Christmas!

Body Possesion Journey (Brandon -> Dad Route)

THIS IS NOT MY STORY. THIS IS A POSTING OF AN INTERACTIVE STORY ON WRITING.COM WRITTEN BY VCHRIS1989.

Deep down Brandon knew that taking over someone else’s body would be wrong, but he was so tired of not being taken seriously. He was 14 for crying out loud! He felt old enough to be treated like he knew what was best for himself, but his older brother’s always rolled their eyes and joked with him and his father kept telling him he wasn’t old enough yet to be in charge of certain things or to know what was best for himself. That day in particular pushed Brandon past his breaking point: Jake was an asshole and wouldn’t drive Brandon to the meeting for early interest in signing up for football, even though Smith and their Dad were out. Jake was the only one who could have driven Brandon, but Brandon ended up having to take his bike instead. Smith was visiting while he had some time off from the marines, but all he wanted to do was tell Brandon everything that was wrong about his football throwing technique. He wouldn’t even agree to buy Brandon some booze so Brandon could bring it to his friend Cam’s party and look super cool. His father had told him that he couldn’t get the newest Nike sneakers, even if he were to use his own money. Brandon had a checking account (with his father’s name on it also since Brandon was 14) where he deposited all of his birthday money, Christmas checks, and odd job earnings, but his father never let him touch a cent of it. He told Brandon that he would be glad to have a nice pile of cash for when he really needed it, but Brandon knew in his mind that one pair of shoes wouldn’t be the end of the world. Brandon knew that the only way to be respected and taken seriously was to take it for himself. Who does Brandon takeover in his fit of frustration?

Brandon was extremely frustrated, so he went to his room and slammed the door. He hopped on his bed and just laid there with his face in the pillow for a few minutes until he noticed a strange feeling–rather, that he did not feel anything. “Huh?!” Brandon yelled out as he looked down and saw that his body was gone. He was some kind of translucent ghost looking thing. “Nice! Can anyone hear me?!!” he called out, but no one came. He tried banging on the wall that separated his and Jake’s rooms, but his hand went right into the drywall. “This is fucking awesome…” Brandon thought before he heard some big footsteps approach his door.

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

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

OPTION: EXPLORE HIS DADS BODY

Afterwards Richard, currently inhabited by Brandon, could no longer ignore the stirring in his jeans. Brandon went to Richard’s room. As Brandon passed by the mirror he could see the large bulge in Richard’s jeans twitching with need, so he pulled down the jeans and rubbed his erect dick through his underwear “ooooohhh fuck” Brandon moaned in Richard’s voice, as a wet spot appeared on the front of his underwear. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled down his pre-cum stained underwear and grabbed ahold of Richard’s erect pole. “I didn’t know how good it felt being a full grown adult”, Brandon exclaimed from inside of Richard’s body. After about 30 minutes he felt the built up of cum in his throbbing member, “aw fuck” Brandon said as his stolen body quaked in pleasure as his long and thick dick shot over 10 long strands of thick cum.

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

OPTION: GO PLAY WITH DAD’S VIRGIN HOLE

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

OPTION: WORK A SPITLUBED FINGER INTO HIS DAD’S VIRGIN HOLE

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

OPTION: BRANDON ACCIDENTLY LEAVES HIS DAD’S BODY

Just as Brandon was going to reach for his father’s huge cock all of the sudden his stolen body started to shake and Brandon could feel himself losing control of his father’s manly body. Brandon’s astral form could be seen slowly exiting his father’s body trying to hang on to anything to keep him inside but it proved futile. Once all of Brandon’s form had been expelled from his father’s body, he regained consciousness and was really confused with the scene in front of him and why his asshole was sore. “What?? How did I get here? The last thing I remember was going to check on Brandon.” All of the sudden the father let out a loud deep moan and shot a giant load all over himself. Energy now spent and disoriented the father got up from the bed and looked over at his clothes on the floor and could see his sexy grey underwear with a giant wet spot on the front of the pouch. Just the father was starting to get freaked out about the hole in his memory Brandon decided to use his father’s disoriented state to jump back inside his sexy hairy body. The father let out a grunt of surprised as he felt his control of his hunky body decreasing. “Ughh what’s happening to me!!” The father yelled as his body continued to shake. All of the sudden he stopped shaking and let out a deep chuckle only now it was Brandon controlling his voice. The father looked up and his eyes were now a different shade of grey (brandon’s eye color) to signify Brandon’s dominance over his sexy body. Brandon used his stolen muscular legs to walk over to the mirror “you know, I’ve always been envious of all the men in my family especially you” Brandon from inside his father’s body said. Brandon then forced his father to flex his giant mountain like biceps “I had to see you stride around the house with your shirt off and all these hard muscles for everyone to admire, but now they’re mine to flaunt and control” Brandon then noticed his father’s monstrous hairy cock rise to full hardness “don’t think I forgot about this sexy cock, all those times you walked around in shorts with no underwear on, I could see just how long and thick you were and how your fat cock would bounce around with every step your powerful thick thighs would take oh how I wished I could just get a feel of it, now my dream has come true. I now can feel up your body whenever I please and use your huge cock to plow any man I want” Brandon then forced his father’s giant meaty hand down to his fat cock and started going to town thrusting his hips and moaning so loud in his father’s deep sexy voice that the walls would vibrate. After a few minutes of non stop jerking his father’s sexy hairy cock exploded in the biggest load Brandon has ever seen and covered the mirror and everything around it in giant globs of his father’s mature seed. After Brandon from inside his father came down from his sex high he grabbed a pair of basketball shorts and with a giant smile on his face put them on with no underwear. Brandon took one last look in the mirror with his stolen eyes and admired the way the front of the basketball shorts would bulge out with his father’s cock under his control. He gave his father’s sexy hairy body one last double bicep flex and he could smell the after sex musk his father exuded. The father under the control of Brandon growled deep within his hairy muscled chest as the front of his basketball shorts started to bulge out. Time to go check on the other men of the house!

Always Save Before You Exit

Kenny was tired of the drudgery of life, working, gym, his nagging girlfriend, even his friends were boring him. It didn’t matter that he was good looking, rode a motorcycle, he was just bored, which wasn’t helped by his tedious construction job.

He’d heard of a new service where you could rent out your body, you’d set the price, set all the limits, and if any conditions were violated, the rental would automatically end. He’d been thinking of doing a trip across the country during the summer, and this would help him be able to afford it.

He set up an appointment and heard them out. He wasn’t sure, but he figured he’d give it a chance, he had nothing to lose, if no one liked his price or the rules, they’d turn him down. He started simple, no smoking, no unprotected sex, no tattoos or permanent marks, he opted to be unaware of the time he was being rented, he chose not to give the person access to his memories, and then shot for the moon with the rental fee, $1,000/day, clicking “Save” after each page. Once he got to the last page, he clicked “Save” once again and walked out, unaware he didn’t click “Submit.”

As he walked out, he didn’t see anyone else around, but that was a mix of adrenaline and tunnel vision, as there was an old, thin man sitting in the corner who entered the room next to fill out his profile.

When Icarus walked into the room, he noticed the computer was still opened to Kenny’s profile, and he could still make edits. Icarus went to town making changes, knowing he’d love to have Kenny’s body. He changed the limits, the rules, the settings, even the price. And then he clicked “Submit,” finalizing Kenny’s account, and setting up his own.

No less than an hour after he arrived home, Kenny received an email saying his body had been rented. The email noted the renter agreed to everything Kenny listed, and so if Kenny accepted, no further bargaining was needed. Kenny was prompted with a warning when he clicked accept “Warning: All rentals over five days required additional disclosures. Are you sure you want to engage in this rental? All rental funds will be placed in escrow earning interest until the end of the rental period. Do you agree?” Kenny happily clicked Yes. He was expecting to wake up a few days later, with a huge deposit into his account.

However, Kenny was instantly unable to move, with his body moving on its own. He was petrified, thinking something had gone horribly wrong. His body was moving without him in control, he could hear his voice talking, “Hmm, this feels so good. This voice is so deep, and I’m so young and hot. This is the best use of my annual bonus from work. I don’t regret spending 7Gs got this body.” Kenny realized he never looked at the rental time, but figured while he hated this arrangement, it would only be for a week. His body went into his bedroom and jerked off, several times, with Kenny feeling it each time. Then his girlfriend came home and Kenny heard his voice say “Hey Clarice, want to have some fun?” To which he thought ‘how does he know her name?’ She relented after a few minutes and they fucked, over and over, with her moaning how much better it felt than usual. Kenny also realized how good it felt, and that his body wasn’t wearing a condom.

Kenny realized how much he’d fucked up. Whoever this guy was, he somehow had access to all Kennys memories, Kenny was aware of the rental, and apparently none of the rules were in play. Kenny felt his body smoking like a chimney, felt tattoos being applied, felt his body fucking like crazy, his girlfriend, random women, even men. It wasn’t until the eighth day Kenny was scared, as he was still unable to control anything.

This hell went on for days beyond count. Kenny eventually gave up and retreated into the recesses of his mind. Until finally, he woke up and had control. He woke up to kids running around, jumping on his bed.

His phone, which he knew was his, but it was much different and high tech-y pinged, “Thank you for using our service. The rental fee of $7,300 plus 5% annual interested has been deposited into your account. We hope you enjoyed your rental.” And “A deposit of $19,369.08 has been made to your account.”

Kenny ran from bed and looked in a mirror. He was old now, grey hair, leathered skin, he felt a craving for a cigarette which he instinctively lit, and he saw tattoos covering his arms and chest.

He ran to the rental office to demand answers. It turns out he now had six kids, from four different women, still the same shitty job, and the same bike. It was only then that he was shown a copy of his rental agreement. “No rules, full awareness, full memory access” was all that was written, not the pages of rules he set up. And then he saw that the rental amount was different too, rather than $1,000 per day it was $1. Kenny had given up twenty years of his youth for $7,300, and while that almost tripled in size, he now had a huge family, a bad job and a nicotine addition.

@malevessel for the picture and rental idea

Do you like being pissed on?

Maybe. We should continue this conversation in a more intimate place.

"Damn he's built," said Leroy as he admired Justin's older brother, Kane, body

"Leroy, please focus on the task ahead. I know this might be cheating and a little bit manipulative too, but I believe that even an ounce of support from one family member is enough to sway their perception about me coming out,"

"Yeah, yeah, totally get it," said Leroy staring at Justin with his now perfect vision while his hand busy fondling his pecs

"Leroy......please. This is important. I need you to be in your A game. I need you to make sure that my parents believe that it's their favorite son speaking in support of their least favorite children. My brother has been threatening to out me ever since 6 grade. At least now his mouth can be used for something better rather than spewing those hateful cusses at me or whispered those hurtful words, by defending me against my whole family and shift their perception to be in my favor,"

"Okay queer, no need to worry, I'll handle 'em all just fine,"

Justin glared at Leroy, which quickly apologized and looking regretful

"Too far?"

"Too far, asswipe. Behave, but don't let his personality overpower yours, okay?"

"On it, bro,"

"That sounds better. Thank you for your support, Kane," said Justin with a little emphasis on his brother name as they both hug it out before heading to re-gather in the family function with the rest of the Hopkins