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I'm starting to think that letting Billy, the homeless man who was hanging around our neighborhood, possess my father wasn't the best idea. I met him a few months ago, and I became friends with him. He had never done anything bad to me, he had just been an unlucky man. He said there were some people after him and I offered him a place to hide, my father. But since then 4 weeks have passed and I see no intention of leaving. He has changed my father's clothes and now he smokes cigars. I have tried to talk to my mother but she is delighted since Billy fucks her much better than my father. I'm starting to worry

Jackson was a normal young man.

He studied and worked to pay for his studies. In general, he could be said to be a boring person.

He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't handsome either; he wasn't fashionable, but he wasn't badly dressed either; he wasn't a gym rat, but he worked out regularly........Overall, just a normal young man.

As for his relationships, they were normal too. He got along well with his parents, but that was normal in his city, he had a couple of friends, and he had had a couple of relationships, which ended badly. The first one was with a girl, who left him when she found out that Jackson was bisexual, and the second one was with a guy, when he cheated on him.

As a child, Jackson had been friends with Ethan, a young man who quickly formed a solid friendship with Jackson.

However, Ethan's life was very different from Jackson's. Ethan's family was very, very rich; and despite the nice friendly relationship between the two, they soon went to different schools, and although they kept in touch, it was no longer the same. It had not been their fault. Ethan's family was quite classist and they did not like their son to associate much with the "poor."

They had taken different paths. However, Jackson had always kept in touch with his friend. Now they met from time to time to talk. It was very strange to see them, since both did not look alike physically and yet they were super similar in everything else.

Ethan had grown up as a young athlete and over the years he had gotten several tattoos. It was incredible how he could camouflage himself however he wanted. One day he could appear in a suit and tie, fitting into his family's standards, and the next day he would wear a more urban style, with oversized t-shirts and cargo pants. And for the people around them the most fun were the moments when they met again. Jackson arrived at places with his old truck while Ethan made an appearance with his new Ford Raptor. It was very rare to see two such different people get along so well. And Jackson couldn't help but be envious of his friend's life from time to time.

But it was Ethan who he really envied. Yes, he was very rich, but everything else was an empty life. His parents had not shown him affection or concern for him in a long time. He had tried to get their attention many times, even in bad ways. He had started partying, smoke, and getting tattoos expecting to get something, even if it was just a scolding or anger, and instead his father had told him it looked good on him, and moved on. Ethan envied his friend for having a normal life, because wherever Ethan went, people knew who he was.

So, after thinking about it a lot, today, when he had met up with Jackson after months without seeing each other, he asked his friend:

"Hey dude, do you want to swap bodies with me?"

Jackson, turning bright red, could only utter:

"What!!!?"

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First of all I would like to apologize to @yngtop18 , since he asked me for this story many months ago and I didn't do it. Im sorry.

I also wanted to say that this is the first of two parts. The next one will be published after Friday, probably even next week, since I have an important exam on the 14th.

As always, I remain open to your requests.

THE GREAT HOST IV

It had been a difficult few weeks.

After the possession, I had a hard time getting back into my normal routine. Days went by and I still felt empty.

According to police reports, it was normal to feel this way, as if it were a side effect. However, my brother and my family were always there.

I had gone back to college, to the gym, I had started hanging out with my friends again... but it wasn't the same, I wasn't the same.

Despite my mother and brother's insistence, I had not stopped smoking, I could not. But it was not just an addiction, there was something else. A thought that remained in my head and scared me.

During the possession, Bob displayed a cocky attitude that I never had. But now, months after the incident, I think deep, deep down there were parts that I liked.

As I went out into the street, I lit a cigarette and headed to the bar where I had arranged to watch the match with my friends and my brother. Antón would come later, because he was training now. I walked around the city for a while, I liked the freedom I had. When I accidentally bumped into a man

Sorry man.

Don't worry, he replied.

There was something about him that looked familiar.

Without thinking much, I continued on my way. I briefly entered the market in the square next door, I needed to go to the bathroom. I put out my cigarette with my foot. I used to find it disgusting, but I had gotten used to it.

I walked around the market before going to the toilets. But while I was urinating, I heard the bathroom door close.

When I turned my head to see who it was, the man I had bumped into earlier was standing there, a dark smile on his face.

Hello again, the man said cheekily.

I see you've been working out. Those legs are wider than last time.

What?! I said

I have not seen this man before, what is he saying, I thought

I'm glad you took care of our body in my absence, Paul. It's a nice touch on your part.

Oh no, he no, please

Y-You

Me

Bob!!!!

In the flesh. Well, not exactly, I borrowed this one. But I like you better, you know what I mean, Paul.

Suddenly, Bob's real body emerges from the man in front of him, and he falls to the ground as if he were dead. Thank God, he was breathing, but Bob quickly approached me and placed his fat old hand on my chest.

Ready to go for a ride, just like old times?

I could only hear my heartbeat, I was paralyzed with fear and a feeling of oppression made me sweat cold as I looked at him.

Can you make a story about Spiderman being possessed?

Nick Fury had failed completely, and because of him, New York had lost one of its greatest heroes, but that its a long story.....

He liked the kid. At first he was suspicious when he found out about his age and family problems, but he quickly gained confidence. He really was a hero. But as well as his good qualities, Peter Parker managed to get on the nerves of the SHIELD director. His jokes and pranks, as well as his verbosity, drove the agent crazy.

Fury had seen the wall-crawler's serious side on occasion, when he really needed to be serious. In his eyes, he was perfect: fast, focused, relentless. And he could be deadly, if it weren't for the fact that his friend and neighborhood Spider-Man didn't like to kill. Fury respected that.

But for this particular mission, Nick Fury didn't need a funny, bouncy hero. He needed someone who was focused, and ready to follow his orders.

There were only four people available. Stark was simply uncontrollable, and his favorite pair of assassins were lacking in capabilities. He had never underestimated the capabilities of the Widow or Hawkeye. But this target was a powerful "enhanced" one, which had already claimed the lives of several agents. In addition, they were all too well-known in the media, and Peter had not yet gained so much fame.

He was perfect. Strong, agile, smart... But Fury knew that wasn't enough, and that Peter couldn't make it. That's why he assigned Agent Rock to this "project." He was one of SHIELD's instructors. He was known for being ruthless and very strict. He was the same age as Fury, but had been paralyzed when a grenade blew him up.

Agent Rock clearly agreed when Fury asked him to do the mission, armed with Peter Parker's body. Nick thought it was a great idea, and a powerful combination. Peter Parker's body, with a very experienced Shield agent at the wheel.

Fury and Rock talked for hours about the plan, and about the possession procedure. It was actually very simple. Thanks to Shield's research into magic, they had discovered an artifact that allowed its bearer to possess a person's body uninterruptedly. After that, he scheduled a meeting between Agent Rock and Peter Parker. Fury wanted Rock to meet the Kid before starting...

A few days passed while everything calmed down a bit, and the day before the mission began arrived.

Kidnapping Parker was easy. The young man did not expect that when he opened his bedside drawer he would be shot with a cloud of sleeping gas. Not even his powers helped him to resist, and he fell asleep when SHIELD agents entered to kidnap him from his room and took him to the SHIELD base. Fury was in charge of justifying his absence to his aunt and his friends, as well as to the school.

They took him to a room and laid him on a bed as Fury and Rock entered the room. Rock was nervous, which was understandable. Although the mission probably didn't cause him any concern, the fact of being able to walk again, especially in a young body, and with those powers, must have caused the agent an unparalleled excitement.

Rock was carrying a military briefcase in his wheelchair, which Fury recognized from the Shield equipment unit. Days ago, Rock had requested new equipment, according to Peter Parker's measurements, and his own tastes. It was understandable, because the strict Agent Rock did not like the colors of the spider suit at all. No, Agent Rock liked something more tactical. And he also liked to use weapons, something that Peter hated.

Fury gave Rock the magical artifact when they entered the room, a small black sphere with gold engravings, about the size of a marble, maybe a little bigger. He told his agent to swallow it, which he did. The sphere would remain in Rock's body until he wanted it to. Fury then gave his friend privacy.

A long 30 minutes passed without anything happening, as Fury waited outside, hoping that all would be well, and assuming that the strict ageist Rock was just 'testing out' the younger body. The door suddenly swung open, revealing Agent Rock, equipped with a black suit, armored in some parts and with plenty of military equipment. Guns, knives and ammo. Peter Parker's voice greeted the Shield director, a little distorted by the mask.

"Agent Rock, reporting for duty!!"

Fury smiled......Actually, I think we would do well to say..... "Spider Soldier, reporting for duty"

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Well, originally this was just going to be a short story, but I really liked the topic, and I'm going to make several more parts.

As I said, I'm going to continue writing and slowly continuing everything I started. I hope you have patience, and that those of you who have asked me for stories don't worry, I will publish them little by little.

Stepdad and son time

-Calm down old man, A cigarette won't ruin “My” body-

My stepfather Steve smiled confidently at me and then flexed his huge arms just to reinforce his point.

-I even think they are a little bigger than the last time you saw them, right Steve?-

Despite being outdoors the powerful aroma that came from the smoke reached my nose, that aroma was so familiar, but at the same time it was different I could remember the taste, however I had never tasted one. It was the old and dry lips of my stepfather, those Who remembered the delicious and soothing taste of that horrible habit.

-Oh! How rude I have been... Do you want any of this?? -

Steve took a couple of steps towards me and held the cigarette towards my face, the same face he had left behind 3 years ago. I'm not sure how he did it, but I have no doubt that he is to blame for what I now look like. As an overweight, middle-aged Southern man, I couldn't resist the soothing taste of a good cigarette.

Suddenly my mind relaxed and all the hatred I felt for the guy who had ruined my life vanished. Steve looks as damn happy and confident as the last time I saw him. We continue fishing, drinking and talking as if we were really a couple. Stepfather and his son having a good time, son of a bitch…

When I lived with my mom, he and I never got along well, sometimes we went days without talking even if our room was only a couple of meters away. To me, Steve was just a lazy idiot who was lucky to find someone like my mom.

Although my mom tried to get us closer multiple times, she didn't succeed, Steve and I were very different. I used to be a sports fan, I spent time with my friends playing all day or sweating in the gym, but all that changed when I turned 21 years old, Steve suddenly began to take an interest in my life in a somewhat obsessive way. He started watching the videos I posted about my workouts on Instagram and looking at my friends' profiles.

But the most obvious proof that he was the cause of all this was that just a week after we "mysteriously" woke up in the other's body, Steve left the house in the middle of the night with my motorcycle, the selfish bastard. The only thing he left me was his social security number and a small message:

“I'm sorry that we couldn't find out what caused us to exchange our bodies, but I think we should both continue with our lives. Take care of your mother and don't worry... I'll go visit.”

Since that day my life has been shit, I don't know what the fuck he did to me, but since that day I've had to fight every day with that little voice in my head That makes me act like an idiot, Sometimes and all I can think about is How damn hot it is in the house and how good I could use a six-pack of beer. I guess he thought he would do me a favor by doing that to me to blend in more, or maybe I'm just his trash can where he dumped his shitty habits including his taste in women and Susan, my mother.

Every night before I go to sleep I try to be so fucking drunk that I forget what I do at night with my own mother and when I can't get my mother to give me money for the beers I masturbate furiously in the bathroom to relieve my desire for the disgusting sex with mom

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As I explained in a previous post, the last year has been horrible for me. Now I have finally finished my university exams, and I have time. I will publish again. I do have pending publications, especially requests, and to continue the story of Venom and that of "The Great Host". First of all, I apologize.

And second, now that I'm free I'd love to receive requests again, although after all this time I'm sure you've lost trust. I'm also always available for role plays or for you to tell me ideas for content that you might like. Thank you very much everyone.

"Whoa......that description is spot-on, he really looked like straight out of early 2000s romcom! This is a proper popular college jock that bullied the dweeby protagonist," Jared exclaimed to the reflection of himself in the mirror as he weirdly pointed out himself as if he's not himself

Well, the controller of Jared's body for the next 12 months at least is indeed not going to be Jared himself. It's Field Agent Summers in control of the entitled 21 years old jock, and this is his first day on his undercover work using the new device developed by the agency. While the real Jared suppressed into his own unconsciousness, Summers will pilot the jock's body as he pleases and utilize all the existing memories for his exploit to succeed in his role as Jared.

Feeling himself a bit more utilizing Jared's own muscle memory, he started to stretch his body to really see how well he's integrated into the jock's body and mind. This is about to be a fun and much more easier assignment compared to the more common yet dangerous bodysuit method, and hopefully he'll pass his probation with flying color. His task: making Jared Livingston a sidepiece for the media mogul Arthur Howe so the agency can blackmail both Howe and Jared's parent for their future exploits

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

A SUMMER OF FATHER AND SON

Without a doubt, taking possession of my son has been one of the best things I have been able to do on this vacation. Look at us, together father and son. He provides the body and I provide the charm and together we are unstoppable. He might be in for a surprise or two when he wakes up in a couple of weeks and discovers that I've gotten his girlfriend and his girlfriend's sister pregnant, but those things happen, son. Your cock is too good to be contained in a condom

Quality Time

*PING* Rocco looked down and smiles. He'd been wondering what Carlo and their father had been up to for the past week. Ever since their mother left a couple of years back, their father had been relatively distant- choosing to spend his hours away from the office at the gym instead of at home with his sons. To be fair, Rocco had left the house at 18, and now at 24 he wasn't home as often as he'd hoped. Nonetheless, it took both boys by shock when their relatively distant father decided to take a month off of work to spend some "quality time" with his sons. Carlo got the first two weeks, and Rocco would have the second. What they were in for, their father wouldn't say.

Hey, Roc. Dad wants us all to meet up tonight. We're at the gym on Broad Street, meet us there in 30 minutes.

The text was odd, definitely different than the normally chipper tone his brother is known for having. There wasn't even a single emoji... Rocco had hoped that everything would go well, but from the curtness of Carlo's message, it wasn't looking good. He sighed, walking his lanky ass over to the closet and throwing on some clothes, wasting no time making the 20 minute walk down to Broad street. The dim neon glow of the Planet Jacked sign illuminated the front of the strip mall; at 9PM on a Wednesday, the gym was the only business open compared to the vacant suites and GameStop next door.

Rocco pulled open the door, pulling out his phone to text Carlo that he'd arrived. The response was immediate:

In the kettlebell room. Hurry up.

Something did feel off, but Rocco had dismissed it as an irritated Carlo trying to pawn their gruff and macho dad off on him. Neither were "manly men" by their father's standards, not that he'd ever treated them poorly by any means. It just meant that they had little to nigh in common with eachother, and little to build a very "buddy buddy" relationship on. But, at least he was making an effort.

Rocco made his way through the gym floor, weaving through benches and weight machines to the double glass doors that houses the calisthenics room. He pushed open the door, and walked inside. Right off the bat, his suspicions that something was off were proven to be justified as he saw his brother flexing in the mirror. Or at least, he thought it was his brother. The man had Carlo's likeness: his short stature, his green eyes, the black and green headphones... but this was not his brother.

Carlo was easily 100 lbs of muscle heavier than when he'd left with their father on Monday morning. His hair was buzzed short, his formerly friendly face now scowled an aggressive smoulder, his arms and legs were bursting with hard muscle. Compared to the 5'2" skinny 19 year old Rocco had known, this man might as well have been a stranger.

"Get my bag over there, gotta shower and change." His voice was harsh, gruff... as if he'd smoked eight cigars before working out. He remained flexing in the mirror, as Rocco stood there gobsmacked. His eyes quickly shifted from his physique to his brother standing perplexed at the door. "You gonna sit and stare or are we gonna get going?" Rocco slowly walked over to Carlo's gym bag, picking it up and straining to shlep it over his shoulder. "Jesus, Roc. We've got to get you into the gym. C'mon, let's go." Carlo turned and walked out of the room, with Rocco hastening to meet his pace.

"Uh, Carlo... Did you... take something? I mean, I'm not accusing you of anything, but how did you..."

"Get this fuckin' jacked? Dad helped out a bit." Outside of Rocco's eyesight, Carlo smirked devilishly. He sneered, hocking a mouthful of spit onto the garbage can. Rocco nearly dropped the bag and bolted. This couldn't be the sweet, naive little brother he'd grown up with. If anything, he was acting more like their father than himself. As they entered the locker room, Carlo stopped at the mirror again, pinching his chin as if he were checking himself out in the mirror. "Yeah, Dad was saying he wanted me to try some pussy this week, and that girls liked a guy with guns. Heh, it worked." He flexed his massive arms, the putrid scent of heavy unwashed musk wafted from his pits as he did. Rocco pinched his nose, dropping the gym bag onto the bench.

"Since when have you been interested in girls?" Rocco spoke with genuine concern in his voice. Carlo had been an out and proud gay man for years now. Their father never understood it, but it never really bothered him any. To him, as long as his sons were 'getting some' then all was well. But this, combined with Carlo's inflated ego and body...

"Since I felt like it. Thought I'd give breedin' a try. After six girls this week, I'm tuckered out." Carlo sauntered toward the shower stalls, tossing his hat and headphones to his brother before turning to face him. "Dad will be here in a minute, just wait here." With that, he walked into the stall, and Rocco could hear the water starting to flow. He fell backward onto the bench, awestruck. Turning to the bag, Rocco imagined vials and vials of steroids and testosterone hiding within. It was the only logical explanation. Taking a deep breath, he slowly unzipped the bag, and ripped the top open to reveal:

Nothing. Carlos' normal street clothes, albeit a bit stretched out now, and an empty shaker bottle. No drugs, no syringes, nothing incriminating whatsoever. Whatever had happened to him, it wasn't due to roid rage.

"NNNNUGUUHHHH" Carlo's voice echoed in the empty locker room over the sound of the showerhead. Rocco stood up quickly, darting toward the shower stalls. Before he could ask if his brother was okay, the noises began. Wet noises- unaffiliated with the running shower. Rocco slowly crept closer, and the sounds had become clearer. Slimy schlorps and squelches combined with Carlo's moans of seeming pleasure. Was he fucking a pocket pussy? Surely not, he assumed, though in the back of his mind, the brother he'd seen was not the Carlo he knew. "uuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNAGHHHHHH!" One final moan and a rubbery slurp, and the room was silent again.

Rocco quickly rushed to the end stall, ready to rip the white curtain open, only for it to open on it's own: revealing the hulking figure of his father. The shock was palpable, as thick as the steam in the air. His father towered above him, as he always did, a massive slab of hard meat with a face. Sweat dripped from every part of his hulking body, and his face was already plastered with a surprised expression. As if he weren't expecting Rocco to see him yet.

"Dad... Is Carlo oka..." Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, he saw his brother slumped over on the shower seat, passed out under the hot streams of water: still in the shorts and running shoes he'd been wearing moments ago. His muscled body could barely bend at the waist, so his limp torso sat at a slight angle to the rest of his body. Rocco turned to his father, whose expression hadn't yet changed.

"I said I'd be there in a minute, Roc." The limber young man tried to rush to his passed out brother, only for the iron grip of his father to stop him in his tracks. "He'll be fine. He'll wake up just the way you know him, with a couple of extra pounds. Don't you worry."

"Dad, what the fuck is going on?" Rocco shouted at his father, whose brows began to furrow. The hulking man grabbed the white curtain, shutting it behind his son. Slowly the look of shock turned to one of seriousness, and a twinge of nervousness shot down Rocco's spine.

"I'm on vacation, Roc. With my boy. And now it's your turn to spend some time with your old man." Rocco took a step back, confused and anxious. "You're what, 24 now? Let me tell you something, Roc. When you hit 50, it doesn't matter if you're the sexiest god damn man alive- women just don't look at you the same. They take one look at you and see a stacked old man. They look at you like you're disgusting, Roc. I just wanted things to be the way they used to, when I was your age." Another step backward, and Rocco felt himself pinned against the wall. "It doesn't hurt. Carlo said it felt damn good. He'll wake up feelin' like a million bucks and go right back to sticking that greasy pole into some man ass. Might even be better than before. But you..." His father leaned in against the wall, the wafting stench of his BO encircling the two. "You swing both ways. So will you do your pop a favor, Roc?" Rocco swallowed his spit, as his father leaned in until they stood inches from eacother, eye to eye.

"W... What kind of favor?"

"Let me be young again. Just for a couple weeks. I'll hop back in Carlo if things get out of hand, he's already said he's good with it. Let your old man take you for a spin, show you how I used to do it back in the day. Then at the end of the month, I hop right out. Deal?" His father stuck his hand out, waiting for him to accept this insane deal. Rocco turned to his brother, slowly coming back to consciousness.

"... One week. And if you don't fuck things up, I'll think about the other two." His father smiled as Rocco shook his hand in agreement.

"Turn around, boy. And just take some deep breaths." Rocco did as he was told, slowly turning around and placing his hand onto the brown tiled wall. He could hear Carlo coming to, and hearing the wet clap of his father's hands rubbing together. "Alright, boy. It's gonna be tight, deep breath!" Rocco took a slow inhale, feeling a strange tingling sensation as he felt his father's hands on his bony shoulderblades. As he exhaled, he could feel the calloused hands slowly sink into his back. "Ohhhh, fuck." His father's gravelly bass voice growled in the cavernous room, soaring above the wet schlorps of his huge arms slowly sinking deeper into his son. Rocco watched as his father's hands appeared beneath the skin of his arms, the outline of his fingers sliding down his biceps and forearms was quickly followed by the sounds of rubbery creaks as his father's considerable muscles slid into his own. Bones cracked and skin stretched as powerful biceps and firm forearms swelled with the invasion, as his father's hands slipped into his own like two tight gloves. His meaty fingers cracked under their own volition, as his father flexed his new triceps.

"Da... Dad? Oh fuck, Roc! It's your turn now, huh, bro?" Carlo's chipper voice cut through the wet sloshing as his father stepped forward, shoving his huge sweaty feet forward into Rocco's heels, immediately swelling to fit his size 14 boats. His father's ripe foot sweat started to pour from his soles while his calves started to sink in as well. "Feels great, right? I mean look at me? Dad promised a rockin' bod, and I mean, fuck! What guy is gonna turn me down now?" Rocco continued his deep breaths, trying to ignore his brother's bizarrely normal demeanor.

"Boy, you remember what your dad taught you. Take control, and fuck hard. They'll be beggin' for that cock." As the words left his father's mouth, he thrust his groin against Rocco's rear, letting his son's skin wrap around his thick ass as he slid his beer can dick into the sheath of his boy's- quickly swelling thick and musky as his balls grew into the size of clementines.

"Roc, just wait. Dad's gonna take good care of you. We're closer than ever, right pop?" His father's hard, hairy torso sank quickly into Rocco, his back expanding as his body fully enveloped his father up to their necks. Massive, juicy pecs and washboard abs pressed against his taut skin, and sputterings of the old man's hair started to sprout across his legs, arms, and chest. Rocco looked down at his massive body, no longer under his control, inflated with his father's stature. He could feel the scratchy scruff of the old man's beard against the nape of his neck.

"Alright, boy. Let me just slide..." He felt his father's nose press against the back of his head, and as it sank in, his vision became fuzzy. "Right..." His neck bulged and stretched, his jaw clenched and sharpened. "On..." His hair grew thick and messy, his eyebrows fuller and lower. As the last of his head was swallowed by the back of Rocco's head, a final crack of his neck and a slow exhale signaled that Rocco had already sank into the recesses of his mind. Facial hair sprouted across his chiseled jawline, as he smiled his pearly white teeth. "In." His father's gravelly tone now bellowed deep from within. He pushed himself off the wall, stretching his now 6'3" body, dripping in his old man's fragrant sweat. Turning to Carlo, he raised his eyebrow.

"Alright, boy. Let's go get some ass."

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"Yeah, this is my brother's place, we'll be alone here. Don't you worry!" Carlo led the couple into Rocco's apartment, the boyfriend ogling his juicy ass as they walked inside. "Yeah, he's in the other room. This way." Carlo smiled as he threw his arm around the duo, the woman blushing as she turned to him.

"You sure he's down for this?" Carlo only smirked as he opened the door to the bedroom, revealing 'Rocco' in all his glory, swiping through the endless supply of thirsty messages on his Taimi. The couple's jaws dropped at the very sight of him, fresh from the gym, smelling of a locker room right after a basketball tournament.

"Oh wow... Uh, Hi there... I'm Victoria and this is Ollie..." 'Rocco' barely looked up from his phone, picking up his ripe gym shoe and socks, and tossing them to Ollie.

"Sniff, boy. When you're done with that, you can do the same for my brother." The boyfriend eagerly started to huff the stinking sock, moaning in pleasure as he did. "And you..." He put his phone down onto the table, turning to Victoria with a wry smirk. "Come show daddy some love."

Mmm, that’s right boy. Sniff Daddy’s pits. Fuckkkkk… You love my new body don’t you boy? I can pass for your boyfriend now. No one will question our age gap anymore. You can take me home to your family and not have to worry about the reaction your parents would have to dating a man more than twice your age. From the outside, we look like the cutest gay couple, but no one would guess the truth - that I squeezed into this cute hunk just for us to be together.

Don’t worry though, he likes me in here too. He just wanted a big beefy leather daddy to control him. I made him the dominant alpha he always wanted to be. I’ll grow out his beard. Let his body hair run untamed. And dress him in the sexiest outfits he’d never dare to wear. Woof.

Get ready boy. My dick is so full of cum and I can’t wait to unload it in your tight ass. Maybe later we can cuddle and explore what it’s like to be best buds. Maybe even hit up the gym. Can’t let myself go like I did before. It’s fun having abs and a nice set of juicy pecs.

"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!

"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

Someone want to talk with me?

Your ex can possess people, and he's pissed you broke up...

Prison visit

Hi, my name is Logan. I come from a quite boring family that includes my dad, my mum and my little brother. Unfortunately our family is now somewhat broken, because my dad decided behind our back to steal some money from the company he was working for. It wasn't a small ammount for all I know, so he was locked up and we all had to got to the trial.

We all had to dress up to represent our family. I hated the moment when the judge sentenced my father for several years in prison. All I could think about was the fact that I was the one, who had to take care of our family now. Which meant that I had to leave the army.

Me and my brother skipped the first few visits, because mom said that dad had to get used to being in prison and he didn't want to be seen in a bad mood. But the first visit was quite nice. Maybe except for the attack. Some prisoner bumbed into momand they both fell on the ground. It must have been a mental patient, because he started crying and screaming, that his body was stolen. Creepy, right?

Mum must have been shocked. She even missed a few turns when we were coming home from prison. I left her to relax and cooked dinner for us. When I went up to get her, the door to her bedroom were wide open and I couldn't believe what I saw.

Mom stood in front of the mirror, naked and fingered herself. Screaming in pleasure.

She turned her head slightly and smiled. I immediately left, hoping she didn't notice me.

I got my brother and told him that mom was too tired to join us.

The following days were really strange. Mom was walking around the house only in her bra and panties. I didn't wanna look, because it's my mom but ut was unavoidable.

One night, I think I heard male and even another strange female voices coming from my parents bedroom.

I eventually had to start taking care of my brother, because she didn't seem concerned, that he didn't have any food to eat etc.

I woke up in the morning to a weird feeling on my body. I opened my eyes and froze. My mom sat on my bed, my chest and boxers were uncovered and she had her hand on my stomach.

I couldn't let out a word, what was happening?!

Mom:"I have such a handsome young son. You really take care of your body, don't you? My son a soldier. How PROUD I am."

Me:"Mom, what are you..."

Mom:"Ah, don't you worry. I am just taking care of my LITTLE boy. But looking at the bulge you're packing, it seems you're not so little. Haha"

Me:"Mom... Stop it."

Mom:"Oh, come on. Don't you tell me you don't like these perfect tits. That you never wanted to touch them. And this pussy. God, you're really gonna enjoy this. And I can't wait to enjoy that dick" she said as she squeezed her tits and touched herself over the pants she was wearing.

As she finished, she quickly sat on top of me, I still couldn't react. She then pressed something against my chest, which hurt real bad. I passed out.

I opened my eyes and realised I sat on top of someone. "What the fuck?" I saw my own face smiling at me, My old hands were now placed on my hips. And I felt something below me... hardening

My body:"So, how do you like those tits... MOM?"

Me:"What the hell?!? What did you do?"

My body:"I gave you a gift. You can enjoy those tits and that tight wet pussy you like to peek on. You dirty WHORE. And unless you want to be fucked by your own body, I suggest you get off, because I am more then ready to shoot."

I moved and fell on the ground. I look down and indeed. My muscular chest was replaced by a pair of big boobs. My mother's boobs. I am my MOTHER

Me:"Mom, why are you doing this? Why me?"

My body:"Ah, you're so naive. I am not your mom, Logan. Or I should call you Cristine, now. Or better yet, MOM."

He started flexing and laughing at me

My body:"The chicks are gonna love this. I can't wait to fuck someone as a man again. Being a woman sucks."

I still sat there in shock, watching my body posing, flexing and enjoying his new reflection.

Only then I noticed the phone next to the mirror. My body noticed it.

My body:"Oh this? That's for me to have a memory. And also an insurance if you won't behave. I recorded what I did in your mother's body and If you won't behave I won't hesitate to use that as evidence to get you in prison. Unless you want to join your father and mother in prison, I suggest you behave. Now, go cook something, woman. I am hungry and now I got a job to do."

I got up from the floor, looking back at my body, feeling up my body.

I need to get help somehow

Prisoner's P.O.V.

Getting this kid's body is like a gold medal. After many years in my overweight body and then being that woman, this is by far the best thing yet.

I took out his phone to snap a few photos.

This kid has an amazing body. I can't wait to put it to test.

A message came to his phone number from LOVE<3. I browsed through the messaged. Fuck, this kid is gay. Nevermind, gonna turn him straight and dump this fucker. There won't be no more gay shit under my watch.

"Jeez. He's like a sculpture. If I had looked like this before, I wouldn't have to steal from all those people. This is amazing. Let's get this body showered and ready for Stacy."

At Stacy's house

Stacy:"Fuck. I can't believe it worked again. I was worried, that you would stay in that woman's body. I couldn't picture us like that back together."

Prisoner:"Don't worry, my darling. I found myself a great body for you to suck and enjoy. Wait till you see the dick that this kid has. Not only it is big, but the head of the cock is so strange, but hot at the same time."

They started making out. The tongues moving from one mouth into another. But there was a problem, that has never happened before.

Prisoner:"Wait. Something is wrong."

Stacy:"It happens sometimes. Remember that you're in other man's body and you're still not used to it."

Prisoner:"It's not that. This kid is gay. I think I can't get hard for you."

Frustrated and bored, the new Logan rested in the living room of his new body. The "mother" was walking around suspiciously, but careful.

Prisoner:"This is bullshit. I can't be gay forever. I need to find a better body to swap."

The younger brother rushed in with his way too loose Spiderman costume to hug his brother, who now wasn't used to it and pushed him off of himself.

Kyle:"Why did you do that?"

Prisoner:"I don't want another man to touch me."

Kyle:"You're funny, Logan. If you wouldn't have a boyfriend, i would believe you."

Prisoner:"Right."

Kyle:"Ok, so byeee."

Prisoner:"Where are you going dressed like that? It's not Halloween."

Kyle:"To Johnny's. We are having a costume party sleepover, while his older brother is gonna look after us."

Prisoner:"Who is the brother? Do I know him?"

Kyle:"Yeah, you do. You played football together. He's in university."

Prisoner:"Hmm. Interesting." I just hope it's not another gay jock like this one.

Prisoner:"Kyle? I have a cool deal for you. Wanna hear it?"

Kyle:"I bet mom won't know a difference between me and Logan. I can pretend to be him easily without her noticing. But I wonder why would Logan do that. It's nice of him that he gave me his body to try the costume, but he went to that party instead of me. I was looking forward to that."

Kyle pulled up the zip of the costume and started doing Spiderman poses.

Kyle:"Hell, yeah. Wait till the boys see how my costume first better then everybody else's!"

I'm really sorry for not having posted stories, requests and continuations in the last few months. I've had some problems with the account, and personally it hasn't been a good time for me. A close relative died a few months ago and the wounds of the soul are taking a while to heal. Also, it hasn't been a good year academically speaking. And if that wasn't enough, I don't know if the international community is paying attention, but in my home, Spain, floods have recently claimed the lives of hundreds of people and two acquaintances are missing. I'm feeling better now, I promise that I will be posting the continuations of stories and requests. I just ask that you give me a little time, because they have accumulated a bit in my inbox 😉

He was a prick of a boyfriend for my stepdaughter, and I heard how he questioned to her how the fuck I got so big. Well, that piece of shit really got some nerve nailing my stepdaughter with me just several rooms away and dared to talk smack about me, so of course I find it fair that I took his body for a spin as a revenge, in exchange of keeping him in a coma-induced state in my body as I dabbled on some of the ancient rites I learned from my forefathers

The virility is astounding, and the way his clothing always tightly fitted this physique is such a turn-on. I even invested in some better gear as 3 months inside of him, I didn't see any reason for me to get back to my body.

Of course I also stopped seeing my daughter because it's weird but it only serves me more freedom to explore this body and places I never visited before with this trusted motorcyle of mine. I truly cannot see a life when I'm not a fucking hot rider stud, my motorcycle roaring through the street while my adrenaline pumped to the fullest with all this excitement

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Killer on the loose

Jack was happy to finally spend some time alone in the woods. He felt so overstimulated after years of living in the city. He had to move from the countryside and change jobs, but he still missed his old life closer to the nature.

As soon as he left the city, he turned off his phone. Something he wouldn’t be able to do because of his work. But now, he had a weekend all for himself. No humans nearby.

He arrived to his favourite location near his old home, which has now been demolished and sold to some of the businessmen and turned into a lumberyard. But the woods were still calm. He set up a camp, started a fire to get his diner ready and spontaneously decided to quickly calm himself in the pond with a waterfall. The water splashing on the rocks was relaxing. Jack swam for quite a while, before getting out of the water. He wiped away the water from his eyes and froze on the spot.

There was a strange looking man standing on the shore.

Stranger:“Wow, looking good. I guess you could do.“

Jack:“Sir, I’m going to ask you to leave.“

Stranger:“This is a free country. You can’t tell me to leave.“

Jack:“I’m just being respectful. I came here alone and set up this place to have a quiet weekend for myself. Please leave.“

Stranger:“Alone? You shouldn’t wander these woods alone. There are animals and serial killers running around. I’ll keep you safe!“ he snapped and broke something between his hands. There was a smoke around him, that made is way towards Jack.

Before Jack could react, it entered him through his nose. Jack tried to cough it out, but only clean air was coming out. He felt weak, as if he was falling asleep.

And suddenly his vison turned black

Axel opened his eyes. „It worked. That bitch was right.“ He looked down at his new muscular wet torso. „Well what do we have here. I think I’m going to be having some benefits for my plans with a body like this.“ He felt his belly and abs tightened under the cold skin. He flexed his biceps and sniffed his armpits. Axel pulled away the waistband if his shorts. „Oh, boy. I hope it’s the cold water boy. Cause Axel is used to much bigger tool than this. Right, you can’t answer back to me, you’re dormant now. I hope you’re gonna enjoy the ride, boy.“

He got out of the water and stripped himself naked and got close to the fire to dry himself. He poked around his new dick. „Let’s see if I underestimated you.“ He spat on his new dick and played around with the head of his dick. He was jerking furiously now as the flames were burning bright next to him. He was hard now, but still not really satisfied with the length. „At least they’ll be able to give you a motive. Hahaha.“ He got even harder as he heard himself laugh. He moaned as the water from his body evaporated but was now replaced by sweat. It  poured from his head, back and made its way between his cheeks. He was getting close. „Fuck yeah! I’m a studddd!“ he screamed and shot the load into the fire.

He collapsed on the ground and laughed. „I must say, you’re not the biggest down there, but the orgasm is worth it.“ He rested for a while, but noticed the sun was setting.

He looked around and found clothes in the tent. He got dressed, but there was still something missing. He noticed the axe, that Jack brought for the fire. „Perfect. Now we’re all set.“

Axel was now ready to continue in his killing streak. The prison thought that they would keep him there forever, but Axel has important task to finish. And now, he has the body for it too. Maybe after he finishes, He could possess someone else and let Jack get the blame. But maybe after fucking some more whores and killing them after.

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"Are you not worried?"

"About what? Those detectives got nothing on us, only a video of a bunch of inmates in jumpsuit running next to a frat house at night, and we said it loud and clear to them that we were too busy partying after all so we didn't notice. Trust me bro, they bought that story, it's fool-proof,"

"Well, yeah, hopefully. I just get a bit nervous if any of them know about our little practice, you know. Them white cops might not be educated in the matter, but this is something familiar for some culture, will be a very unlucky fate if they have someone that knows about such things like us,"

"Just soak the sun and stop overthink it, Luke. We are here to stay," said the one in with the sunnies until he took it off and stared at Luke combatively before thudding back to the sunbed. Luke just sighed, yeah, he's definitely overthinking it.

Do you like being pissed on?

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

Healthcare insurance

Doctor Green approached his oncology patient in the ICU. The old man, Benedict Brown, suffering from lung cancer, was in the hospital for his late diagnosis of his condition, which wasn't improving.

Dr. Green:"Mr. Brown, I don't have very good news. The tumour is a small cell lung carcinoma. It is the direct result of your smoking. Unfortunately it is very aggressive and in your case has been diagnosed very late. We can offer you a support group along with some pain medication..."

Mr. Brown:"Are you JOKING ME?!? When I came months ago, you said it was just... eh ehh ehhhh cough cough... Just cough. And now you're telling me I'm gonna die?"

Dr. Green:"I'm very sorry sir. We did everything we could, but the diagnosis is final in this case and overall the condition can be hard to diagnose in early stages"

Mr. Brown:"You're just trying to get out of this so you won't feel guilty. For not treating me as you should. You turned me away and you know it damn well"

Dr. Green:"Sir, if there was something I could do, I would. But I am out of my options"

Mr. Brown smiled. "Oh there is one option. Come closer I can tell you. But send everyone away."

Dr. Green hesitated. But did as he said. Dr. Green sat down on a chair next to Mr. Green.

Dr. Green:"Ok. So tell me."

Mr. Brown grabbed Dr. Green's hand and started the incantation. Dr. Green could feel how the man's cold hands started getting warmer and warmer. And suddenly, he felt the warm presence all over his body.

Mr. Brown opened his eyes. He was sitting now and looking at the old man on the bed. He looked down and saw a white coat with a stethoscope around his neck. He inhaled a big ammount of air. "What a relief"

As soon as he said that, his old body started coding. He pushed the button and started doing a CPR. The doctors did what they could, but couldn't save the old man. Or atleast his body

But Mr. Brown didn't really care. Because he was now a young healthy doctor. And this time. He was gonna live his best life

Dr. Green:"What's happening?"

Mr. Brown:"Ahh, you're here too? You were supposed to die in my body. Oh well, I guess I can handle one black passenger."

Dr. Green:"How did you do this? Mr. Brown, you have to get out of my body!!!"

Mr. Brown:"You know what? I don't have to get out. This is my body now. And I'm gonna enjoy it"

Mr. Brown:"Fuck yeah, look at me in these sunglasses and a vest. Now your body has atleast some style, doctor. You should thank me. You were in desperate need of a makeover."

Dr. Green:"My wife will know it's not me. She will figure it out"

Mr. Brown:"Right. She won't last with me for too long. I can tell you that"

Mr. Brown:"The same goes for your job. I won't stay in healthcare with a body like this. That would be a waste of time. Now, I really wanna smoke so bad."

He got out of the car and lit a cigarette. He coughed

Dr. Green:"My body isn't used to it. You can't smoke"

Mr. Brown:"Oh don't worry about it. I'll get used to it pretty soon. Also, I don't need to smoke right now. Just need it to get some photos for Grindr"

Dr. Green:"Grindr? Isn't that for gay people?"

Mr. Brown:"Great job, Dr. Green. Exactly"

Mr. Brown:"Man, look at me. I look good. The jeans, the leather. The smoke. I look so fucking good. Thanks for the body doc. Since you killed mine. Oh yeah. Look at that. That's the one for Grindr"

Dr. Green couldn't believe what was happening. His own body was smoking and doing things he would never do. He was controlled by someone else, possibly forever. What was he gonna do? He can't stay like this forever. But what if he has to?

In the nearby alley the two men were kissing passionately. The younger one pushed the other against the wall, pressing his hard dick against his.

The man:"Aren't you a bit young for me?"

Mr. Brown laughed:"Well. What can I say? I'm an old soul"

Could you make a story in which a man who suffers from lung cancer takes revenge on his young doctor for not being able to cure him, possessing him and turning him into a smoker and gay? You could do the perspective of the old man in his new body and the young doctor being possessed and forced to see his changed appearance. I really like this guy by the way. https://www.tumblr.com/male-meat-suit/724018661918195712/maybe-a-story-with-this-one?source=share

Read the fine print

Rental agent:"Ok, sir. Do you understand everything that has been said and you raid the Terms and conditions?"

Tom:"Yeah. I did and yes." Tom signed the contract from rental company, thinking that no one ever ready Terms and conditions.

Rental agent:"Well, now that everything is settled. Let's take a photo of you so that we have everything complete"

Tom:"You put owner photos on the add with the vehicle"

Agent looking confused:"Well in cases like yours it's pretty standard so that the customers know who to look for. Ok, sit over there and smile for me"

"This was strange, but necessary." Tom thought to himself. He had recently some financial problems that forced him to do something extra to earn more money. While out with friends, he confessed his problems and they gave him a contact for this company. Saying that he can rent out a room in his house or his motorcycle.

Tom didn't really want anybody else in his house or even riding his prescious Ducati. But if he would ever sort this financial situation early, than this would be the easiest solution

Tom received the adress from the rental company where he was supposed to meet the first client renting his motorcycle

Tom waited at the spot. A very old man approached him:"Ahhhh, good day, sir. You must be Tom". Tom looked at him from top to bottom. This old man wanted to ride his motorcycle? What was the company thinking? What of he crashes somewhere? He won't be able to life the vehicle back up. Or himself. There was no way he would let this happen

"I'm sorry but this must be some kind of mistake" Tom said

The man:"Oh no, I am sure I found the right man. I have your photo from the company and photo of your motorcycle"

Tom:"Not to be rude, but are you sure you'll be able to drive it? You look... a bit fragile."

The man:"Oh, boy. Then why do you think I picked you?"

Tom;"Sir, I am not a taxi nor a tour guide to drive everyone in the city"

The man:"I wouldn't expect you to do that. But I am sure that I will be able to handle that with your strength and your ability to drive it"

Tom:"With my strength? What are you on about?"

The man:"Haha, boy. Now you sound like a senile old man. And I am 93. I have the right to sound like one"

Tom:"Yeah. Anyway. You can call the rental company and they will give you your money back. I am sure. I'll call them that they wanted to rent out the vehicle to someone... incapable and they will find you a different ride to enjoy"

The man:"Dear boy, I don't think you read your contract. Did you?"

Tom:"What makes you say that?"

The man:"You rented out your motorcycle and your body along with it"

Tom was in shock. Did the man really meant what he was saying or was it again just another bunch of crap? Tom decided he wasn't interested in finding out and decided to leave

But as soon as he turned around he felt a sharp pain on his back. Something was trying to get in. To everyone else on the street it must have been a normal second of time. But for Tom it felt like it took an hour just to move. Yet, he couldn't move anymore. He could still feel, hear and see. But he couldn't move an inch of his body. His body now moved on its own. Tom started panicking.

His body looked at his hands and arms. It patted his abs and then groped his bulge.

"What's happening?"

The man:"Oh you can't be mad at me, Tom. I haven't been this young in over half a century. I was really looking forward to it"

Tom:"What? How are you doing this?"

The man:"As I said. I bought the experience from the rental company. I get to have your body and your Ducati. Can you imagine my old body riding that thing?"

Tom"This is mental. This isn't happening"

The man:"I assure you it is. You should read the fine print, my boy."

The man now walking with Tom's body sat on the motorcycle and looked at himself in the mirror.

Now speaking directly to his reflection

"Look, Tom. I really don't want to cause you any trouble. I am too old to do much in my body, but now in yours I can do so much. And I heard from the company that you were really willing to rent so I suspect you have some financial problems. I can help with that"

Tom:"How?"

The man:"I can give you my body's money. All of it"

Tom:"Why would you do that?"

The man:"Because I want them to be put to good use. And I know you will use them right "

Tom:"what's the catch?"

The man:"Keep me in your body and let me have the driving seat from time to time. I want to be young like you again. I don't want to steal your life and I'm not ready to die yet. Therefore this is the best option for me:

Tom:"So that would mean you would be everywhere with me? Seeing and feeling everything as me?"

The man:"Yes. But we can swap who is in the back of your mind and who is driving. Haha. I'll be like your second inner voice"

Tom thought about it, bit couldn't make up his mind. It didn't sound that bad. He could use the money and also help an old man to enjoy a part of his life. And if that meant he would have to share a bit of his time and body, then that wasn't so bad.

Tom:"I'll have to think about it. I still don't know you. And also please put a hand to your ear so that people think I'm calling someone. They are looking weird at me talking to myself"

The man smiled and immediately put a hand to his ear:"Oh where are my manners. I am Nicholas Connor. I have had a fee wives but no children. I was a director of a big company, which gave me enough money to enjoy life. But I still want to keep on enjoying it"

Tom:"Nice to meet you Nicholas. Do you mind driving us to my... our appartement?"

Nicholas:"Right on, chap"

Tom's body started inspecting the Ducati. Nicholas put on his new helmet and stretched out his arms in the jacket

Nicholas:"Oh this feels nice"

His muscle memory knew what to do and how to drive. Tom was still impressed how the body possession went and how was Nicholas actually doing good as Tom

Nicholas arrived in front of Tom's appartement building

Nicholas:"You live quite far from the city centre, Tom. Must be hard always driving so far"

Tom:"I enjoy driving, but yeah. It's costly. But not as much as paying rent in the city centre"

Nicholas entered Tom's appartement. It was small and messy, but suitable to a man like Tom

Nicholas:"I'm not saying anything mean. But you know It could look better"

Tom:"Yeah I know. I was... busy"

Nicholas started undressing

Tom:"What are you doing?"

Nicholas took off every piece of clothing throwing it on the ground. "Tom, I am old. Being in this young body makes me want to inspect it. Enjoy the youth. I'm sure you understand"

Nicholas looked over his body in the mirror. Then started laughing

Tom felt insecure:"I know I'm not one of the biggest. By my dick is not a joke"

Nicholas:"Oh its not that, Tom. Your penis is amazing. I just haven't had an erection in years. I think you and I are gonna have a lot of fun"

Few months later. Tom's body was walking down the street

Tom's body speaking:"Yeah, but this time you're cooking. I cooked last night and you hated it. So now it's your turn. Yeah right. After all that you still want more?"

He went swiftly to the company building that previously belonged to Nicholas

"And what are we gonna do tonight? Oh yeah? That sounds great. But not if you rush things like always. Haha. I never finished so fast before"

A security guard noticed Tom's body entering the building and rapidly opened the door:"Good morning, sir"

Tom's body:"Good morning"

Tom's body to phone:"Look, you know I can't keep on saying more stuff like this. I know it makes us hard and you like it, but I'm at work now. Yes we will go on a ride this afternoon. I know how horny that makes us."

"Now? But I just arrived. Fine."

Storming out from the parking lot was Tom's body in a suit speeding on the street away from the building, smiling and laughing.

Tom's body:"We're hard already? Well the ride should be fun"

Tom and Nicholas were now one being. Constantly switching who was controlling the body, but treating the other one as an equal part of the body and as a best friend

The security guard smiled as he saw the new young owner of the building driving away, enjoying life.

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Tom was going through some financial problems and his best friend advised him that maybe he could rent a room in his house, or even rent his Ducati, that would make him a lot of money. But Tom didn't check properly what the rental company did, and he didn't realize that he was not only renting his Ducati, but his body as well. That's why he was surprised when he went to the place where he had met the client and saw that the man was at least 90 years old, but it was too late to back out.

"Damn, nice abs boy." I stated, admiring my new reflection in the car window.

I flexed my new muscles and admired my youthful face. I looked pretty damn sexy now. I took a selfie, making sure to keep the sunglasses over my eyes so no one would notice their new color.

"Hey Christian! What are you doing man?" One of his friends called me over, trying to get my attention.

"Uh, nothing man. I'll catch up in a minute." I called over, seeming to put him at ease as he turned around. "Just gotta admire the goods first. Hope you don't mind me wearing you around boy."

I put the tank top back over my torso and smirked one last time in the reflection. Time for a little fun being in my 20s again.

Can someone send me a private message, I want a second opinion on something I'm doing.

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.