“Ya ready to go huntin’?” Devin hollered out as he walked up to me, making my jaws drop to the ground.
“Come on, you have to get out of my big brother! He’s lived in New York for the last 7 years, so he doesn’t have a drop of country left in him,” I said to my former mentor and neighbor, Mr. Jameson. He was a burly and friendly old man who had been a lifelong country boy with a passion for hunting and wilderness survival. It was thanks to him that I earned my eagle scout badge, and after that he promised me he’d take me on his next trip and teach me more advanced techniques. But he died of a heart attack before we ever made it out.
“Well that’s too bad ‘cuz I ain’t leavin’! ‘Sides, he enjoys it with me in here. Started at the beginin’ of summer, takin’ him an hour a night, building up from there ‘til it was like a drug fer him. Here, I’ll show ya,” he said as he put the gun down on the ground and stood back up.
I watched my brother’s body tremble briefly before confusedly looking at his own hands, looking nervous and frantic as he yelled out, “Noooooo Get back in me! I need the rush, you son of a bitch!” This time Devin was talking with the New York Accent he’d picked up during his time in the city. He looked like a heroin addict in withdrawal as he frantically looked around the backyard, finally eyeing me and rushing up to me, grabbing me by the collar of the shirt and yelling in my face.
“Are you in my little brother now?! Get the fuck out of him!! I need a fucking hit, man! My body is better anyway! Just come on and- unnnngggggggg Oh fuck yeah that’s the stuff!” my brother groaned as I assumed Mr. Jameson’s spirit started entering through his back. Devin’s body trembled again, he squirmed in place, letting me go as he began feeling all along his cut body, looking like he was finally getting his fix as his legs wobbled and it looked like he might fall over. But before he lost balance, he stood straight up again, eyes fully dilated before they refoused, this time with Mr. Jameson in control.
“See, he’s having a mighty good time. Now let’s us both get dressed and then we’ll get goin’. I already packed our bags and put ‘em in the truck.”
I paused for a second, confused.
“But Devin drives a hybrid Infiniti sedan…”
“Doesn’t drive that pussy of a car no more- not since I traded it in fer a GMC Sierra truck, something respectable fer a man to drive,” he said with a prideful smile.
I watched in shock and inner conflict as he jogged back into the house. On one end, this was brother we were talking about. Then again, he’d become a pretentious asshole since he moved to New York. Still, family is family…but Mr. Jameson was more family to me than Devin ever was. I hardly ever saw Devin except for the obligatory awkward Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner, but Mr. Jameson taught me scout techniques for years and was going to teach me all of his most advanced wilderness survival and hunting techniques. The decision wasn’t that hard when I realized that deep down I had always wanted a big brother that would take me hunting and teach me this stuff. With Mr. Jameson in Devin’s body, that wish had come true!
Gary Sanders was a feared and respected businessman in town, ruthless and uncaring of the well-being of others. That was made abundantly clear as he cursed at his phone will he tromped through the park on the way to work.
“I don’t give a fuck what the supplier said, Donna! Tell that cocksucker that if he doesn’t deliver by Tuesday, we’re suing his ass! [Click!]” Gary growled as he hung up the phone. “Incompetent pieces of sh-SHHIIIIITTTTTTTT!!! nnnggggggggggg wh-wh-what the fuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!” Gary roared as he felt a pressure on his back that paralyzed him while he felt his body being flooded by a strange energy. His back arched violently while he was still standing before his hands rested on his knees while the businessman calmed down. To most people it might have looked like a seizure or a muscle cramp, but Gary’s eyes briefly glowed with an ominous green glow before settling back to their usual tone.
Smiling and giggling like a kid, Gary shot up, bouncing with juvenile excitement and joy as the harsh businessman ran and jumped through the park. Not caring what people thought, Gary ran up to some pull-up bars, deciding, “These are close enough to monkey bars I guess!.”
He laughed and beamed as he hopped and reached up, but once he grabbed a hold of the bar he realized that his shirt was too-tight fitting on his body to be able to do a pull-up. Gary excitedly pulled his shirt off before marveling at his sculpted and hairy physique.
“Whoooooaaaaa!!! Look at all that muscle! And that hair! That’s more hair than Dad had!” Gary said with amazement as he ran his hands up and down that rippling physique. “Being a grown up rocks!” Gary yelled out as he hopped and grabbed the pull-up bar, laughing and smiling as he effortlessly pumped out pull-up after pull-up after pull-up.
Then Gary saw a mysterious lady make eye contact with him and frantically scurry up to him.
“Mr. Sanders! I’m Donna, we talked on the phone. The supplier wanted me to tell you that they’ll be able to make the Tuesday deadline, and you…are you working out right now, Mr. Sanders?” Donna asked with confusion.
“Call me Adam! And I’m just going to have fun today!” Gary said with childish glee. “You can have the day off too!”
“Ummm…Thank you, Mr- I mean…Adam…” Donna said as she walked off in a state of shock.
Meanwhile Gary was still banging away those pull-ups, rippling and starting to work up a sweat as he smiled and greeted all those who passed by him. Adam was a boy who had died in the park just a few weeks ago at the age of ten years old. It had been a freak-heart condition, and the boy’s spirit had been scared and alone until Gary’s tirade caught his attention and he tried to knock the man over to make him be nicer to people on the phone. He ended up getting sucked inside the ruthless businessman instead, giving him an even better way to make the man be nice! Plus, he gets to be a grownup!
“Raj! You have to get out of there! Omar is your fucking uncle! And my brother for crying out loud! How can you just steal his body like this?! His life?! I know what you’ve been doing with his body! I can hear the groans and moans echoing throughout the house! And you’re bringing over a different guy every night! Omar was going to propose to his girlfriend before you made him a slut for guys! You may be hiding in his body, but I’m still your father! Now get out of there!”
Omar, inhabited and fully possessed by his own nephew, stopped admiring his rippling and muscular reflection long enough to turn to “his” brother.
“I really don’t know what to say, Sal, older brother. But I’ll tell you one thing. You’re wrong. You’re not my father when I’m inside this body. No, you’re just my older brother. You can’t make me do anything. You can only give me brotherly advice. And if your brotherly advice is to stop possessing this body then you’re out of your mind. You better get used to calling me Omar because that’s the name I plan to keep for the rest of my new life. Are we done here? Because I’ve got a hot stud coming over later to drill my tight hole. Yeah, I guess brother talk might include more about cock and ass from now on.”
“Everything alright, boys? Heard some commotion,” Mr. Grant asked with concern as he peeked his head into his youngest son, Ian’s, room. Ian was in bed finishing up some homework and it looked like his older brother, Warren, was lounging on a beanbag and playing video games.
“Yeah, Dad. Everything’s cool. Just finishing up some work,” Ian assured him.
“And I’m hanging around in case he has any questions,” Warren added.
“But I heard a noise. Sounded like someone fell or was in pain,” Mr. Grant said with concern.
“Oh that. Just got my ass kicked in Halo 5. Walked right into a head shot. Guess I was a little loud,” Warren explained, putting his father’s worries at rest.
“Okay sounds good you two. Ian, try not to study too hard. Your older brother could teach you a thing or two about having a good time. G’night boys,” Mr. Grant said, beaming inside from the pride he had in his boys.
“Goodnight, Dad!” the two sons echoed back as he closed the door and went back to his room downstairs.
When the coast was clear the two brothers made brief eye contact before Warren hopped on the bed, immediately pulling his little brother into a passionate kiss and embrace.
“You heard the old man. I could teach you a thing or two about having a good time,” Warren said with a cute grin.
“That was fucking close, man,” Ian said as his older brother began kissing his way down his neck.
“I mean talk about perfect timi- ohhhhh shit man!” Ian gasped out as his older brother stuck his head up his shirt and began ravenously licking and sucking on his nipple. Ian pulled his shirt up to give his big bro better access.
“Careful ‘Baby Bro.’ i don’t think the old man’s gonna believe the Halo excuse if he hears your moans echoing through the house. Especially not if he walks in on me pounding your ass full of cum,” Warren said with a smirk.
“I’ll try my best to keep it down, but no guarantees,” Ian replied, biting his lip in a cute and somewhat nervous way.
“Something tells me we’ll be alright, little man,” Warren reassured his little brother as they both stripped their shirts off, followed by every other shred of clothing. “The old man isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed,” he said, making them both chuckle before Warren laid down on his little brother, bringing their lean and toned bodies together as they began ravenously making out and grinding against each other.
Both brothers began breathing harder as they picked up the intensity and starting grinding their engorged cocks together.
“Wow look at that. Guess I shouldn’t call you Little man, That cock’s almost as big as mine!” Warren said in admiration before crawling back and grabbing his little brother’s fuckstick in one of his hands. “Looks fucking delicious,” he joked before leaning in and gently licking Ian’s cockhead.
“mmmmmmmm oh wow!” Ian groaned lightly as his big bro licked his cock head again, and again until finally he took the whole thing in his mouth and began swirling his tongue around the younger boy’s cockhead like a car doing laps at Nascar.
Ian kicked his legs out, toes curled from the sensation as his lean core tightened and he bit his lip to keep from hollering out.
Warren let his little brother’s cock out of his mouth when he tasted a drop of precum hit his tongue.
It wasn’t long before Warren had eaten out his little brother’s tight, virgin hole before slowly working his cock in, marveling at the almost supernatural tightness. They started slow and tender at first, but a solid half hour later Warren was power thrusting into Ian. His little brother was on his back with his thighs spread wide and his legs wrapped tight around his ass, pulling him closer with each thrust. Ian was biting down on a sock to help him keep his volume down as he moaned endlessly as his big brother kept fucking him full of long, thick dick.
Warren felt himself getting close, so he reached down and pulled the sock out of his brother’s mouth. “You think you can handle this?” he asked.
“nnnnngggggggggg Fuck yeah! Fucking fill my ass. I can take it!” Ian begged as he squirmed underneath his brother, overwhelmed by the satisfaction of being stuffed so tight and full each time his brother’s cock slid deep into him.
Warren growled gently as he picked up his pace, something that made Ian gasp for breath and go slack-jawed. Then the moment arrived and there was no turning back. Warren slammed into his little brother, groaning and squirming as the shots of cum began rocketing deep into Ian. “Oh fuck yeah fucking take it!” he roared as quietly as possible as he thrust and thrust, over and over again, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into his little brother. Ian was a good slut–each time he felt a new shot of cum surging into him he got an erotic chill, and he was sincerely caught off guard as he felt an unmistakable tightness building up in his balls.
“Oh shit! I-I’m gonna cum!” Ian gasped out as his back arched and he began trembling.
“Yeah you love Big Bro’s cock, dontchya?” Warren said with an exasperated smile as he kept pile-driving his brother, a sweaty mess of testosterone as he honed in on Ian’s prostate, finding the spot that made the boy yelp like a bitch in heat. He kept thrusting into that spot over and over, long after he had finished launching his own loads of cum. Warren was on a mission to make his little brother cum from nothing more than his love of getting stuffed full of dick. Warren finally got his way as his younger brother clenched every muscle in his body. Ian’s reaction was to reach for his cock, but Warren grabbed both of his arms and pinned them down, still thrusting into that boycunt with primal power. He was delighted as he watched his little brother squirm and desperately fight back against his bound arms, but only because he knew how much better this would be for Ian.
“It’s gonna be so much hotter this way! I promise!” Warren insisted right before he saw Ian’s pupils dilate.
Ian arched his back one last time as he opened his mouth to shout, but no sound came out. The boy thrashed around wildly as his brother kept stuffing him full of cock while his own untouched cock began launching his cum in every direction as he squirmed in place. Ian’s thrashing body meant his cum launched not just all over his body and his older brother’s body, but all over his bed sheets, left and right. His juices sunk in, embedding in the fabric and giving the room the odor of raging sex. Warren finally stopped thrusting into Ian as the boy’s cock stopped twitching, finally giving them both a chance to calm down. Warren collapsed forward onto his younger brother, splashing the pools of cum that were all over their bodies. He was still inside his little brother, but his cock was quickly returning to its relaxed size. Still, he left it buried as a sign of dominance and because he knew it made Ian more comfortable.
The brothers kissed tenderly as they rubbed their bodies together until Warren finally pulled out, laying next to his little brother (something which got his back wet with cum.)
“You sure made a mess,” Warren teased.
“Shit I know right? Had no idea this boy had it in him,” Ian said with amazement as he oddly pointed himself out in the third person.
“Holy fuck he looks so good on you. Mmmmmm yeah you make such a good slutty younger brother,” Warren said with a chuckle.
“Are you kidding me? Knowing it’s you in there got me so fucking hot and hard. You make a fucking amazing power top big brother,” Ian replied.
“I think we could stay in here. I’m pretty sure we could blend in. I’ll be Warren and you can be Ian. We can have sizzling hot brother sex every night. We can make these hot boys do whatever we want,” Warren said with a grin.
“I do think we could fool everyone. I mean when we were possessing these boys, shit I thought we were so gonna get caught with all the noise and yells they were making. But our new Dad believed you were just yelling after getting your ass kicked in Halo? Glad we got them under control in time so he didn’t walk in on them convulsing. Fuck it, let’s keep these bodies! Let’s stay in these boys forever!” the person inhabiting Ian said.
“Fuck yeah you make such a sexy little bro,” the person inhabiting Warren said. “Kiss on it?”
The brothers moaned as they wrestled tongues clear past midnight, now merely the vessels of complete strangers who planned to exploit and use their sexy and youthful bodies for a lifetime of sweaty and sizzling hot fucking.
I spent the weekend with my dad’s who had grown a lot since I last saw him. Isn’t he the one who is supposed to tell me that? His body mass was much larger and now he looked like he could kick my ass while sitting. It didn’t bother me, I kind of liked it. You see, my parents got a divorce after my dad started acting a little strange and that was about three years go. I hadn’t seen him since. It’s almost as if he appeared out of nowhere after disappearing out of my life.
My mother dropped me off outside, failing to build up enough courage from the drive to come in and at least say hello. I didn’t blame her, she had been through a lot and I wasn’t going to give her any more shit than she deserved. That was very little. I stood outside with my bag hung over my shoulder and my book bag leaning against my leg. I pulled the strap over my body and walked right up to the door. Without hesitation, the door opened and I was greeted by a bear of a man. This was my father.
“Dad?” I asked, he looked nothing like he used to but I could still see it in his face. I think it was the nose because it was the same as mine.
“Yeah. I would hope so. Look at you! Man do we have some catching up.” He grabbed my bags and then placed them on the sofa. Beyond the foyer we passed an office with an executives desk placed in the center and an apple computer’s apple light glowing in the dark. I could make out various office items such as books leaning against each other underneath a lamp and a cup filled with mechanical pencils, each one with a brand new eraser. To the right there was the door that lead to the garage. As we moved along we reached a hallways leading to the guest bedroom which belonged to me for the weekend and the guest bathroom at the end which was beach themed with bowls of shells on shelves and sand dollar soaps. We reached the kitchen and living room combo after the hallway and the roof grew immensely, a giant fan centering the ceiling. The marble counter tops reflected the light from the center of the fan and there were pots and pans filled with the meal for the evening. In the living are, two sofas faced each other with a table in the center, a vase with orange flowers was a nice addition. On the wall was an abstract orange painting with streaks of paint thrown across the canvas. The dining room matched the dark wood of the kitchen cabinets and down the center was a fabric accent with orange stripes and on top of it was a bowl or oranges. Behind the table was the view of the backyard with its green grass and carefully placed lawn chairs. The master bedroom wasn’t for my eyes.
“It smells great!” I let the aroma of the spinach and cheese pasta fill my nose as he pulled it off. The Asiago cheese was gooey as he set the table and the sound of water pouring into my glass made me smile.
“So, how have you been. I know that the last time I saw you we weren’t really on good terms.” He took a sip of water before placing a piece of ravioli in his mouth, a single strand of cheese stretching from plate to lips.
“Well, you weren’t on good terms with mom but I’ve been busy. I got into Yale and I will be going this fall.” I sipped to the accomplishments.
“Yale? Wow. When I was al…well, I’m proud of you.” He smiled. It was still odd seeing his face work since it was a bit rounder. His skin moved differently.
“I’m also gay.” I tried to avoid eye contact as I put a ravioli in my mouth. If he yelled at me it would give me something to do while I listened. In fact, I would have just chewed it and ignored his torment.
“Interesting.” He smiled.
“Yeah.” I gulped down the cheese and looked at him. He wasn’t going to yell or maybe I had spoken too soon?
“You aren’t going to be treated differently.” He said. I found out that weekend was that what he really meant was: “I’m not going to beat you or scream like other dads but that doesn’t mean I won’t do other things.”
I was in bed when I heard the whispers. We had just finished watching a movie together and as the credits rolled past I yawned, cuing us to sleep. I followed the whispers past the kitchen with its spacious cooking area and the dining room with its orange accents and to the crack in the master bedroom door. There was a perfect view of the bed which had my father sprawled out on top of it. His cock was erect and flowing out from it was a white cloud, coming together just above his body. My dad’s back was arched as this white mist flew out of him and then he fell back onto the comforter as it started to turn into what looked like a human being. Then the guess was confirmed, floating above my father was the ghostly form of a burly man.
“Man, I can’t wait to screw your son. I Just have to figure out how to let him let me.” He was talking to himself as he floated around the room. My father snored on the bed and rolled to get comfortable. “Oh no you don’t.” He shoved himself back into my father’s erect cock, causing him to arch his back once more. His hands wrapped themselves up in the blankets as he grabbed them, moaning and writhing as this spirit took his body. He took control quickly, I could tell from the way he looked at his hands. “Man, you’re one hot fucking catch. Three years of shaping you to be the perfect host and now you fit like a glove.” He patted his stomach and then rolled over. I waited quietly trying to listen to him and then I heard his snoring and took that as a reason to leave.
The following morning I received a text in my phone, the vibrations on the wood causing me to wake up. I groggily looked at the photo and it was my father. He was only wearing underwear and had his arm above his head. He was posing for me. For a second I almost passed off the previous night as a dream but the moment I saw the picture I knew that he wasn’t my dad. He quickly came into my room to apologize for that and made up this story about how it was supposed to go to someone he had been dating or whatever but I saw right through that bullshit.
“You can stop acting. I know it’s not you in there.”
“What?”
“I know you’re a ghost or something.” I could see his cock pressing against the inside of his pajama pants and then I felt my own beginning to grow.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You can pretend all you want but I saw you last night. Not you my dad but the you that can float in and out of his body. ‘Like a glove’ is what you said, I think.” I was desperately trying to hide my boner from him.
“Aha. You sneaky bastard. I knew I liked you the moment I saw you.” He sat down on the bed and I moved over to make room.
“So, what do you want?” I asked.
“I’ve gotten everything I wanted. I’m living again and your dad is the perfect body. You think so too.” He reached over and touched the tenting blanket. I tried to pull away but he grabbed it and I cringed. It felt good.
“Stop.”
“You like it. If you didn’t you wouldn’t have popped one the moment you saw me.”
“I don’t think that’s how that works.”
“C’mon, son. You want it.” He had started crawling over me, his heavy body causing the bed to have an even bigger indention. I could feel the heat of his own cock and he pushed himself against me, his bulge rubbing against my own. He repeated this and then lowered his face to mine, kissing me passionately. I didn’t refuse and instead of pushing him away I reached up and pulled him in. He ripped off the blanket and pulled off everything that I was wearing, almost ripping it because of his strength. It was easy for my to push off his bottoms with my leg and I felt his massive meat land just above my own. I chuckled as he smiled and then he forcibly flipped me over. I used the pillow to muffle my screams as he plowed me with his rod, slamming me into the headboard as he penetrated my hole. He rhythimcally fucked me in the guest bedroom and he grabbed my hair like he was riding me like an animal. I grabbed at the pillow pressing it harder and harder, biting into the cotton to keep me from screaming. It felt amazing as he rammed me with his cock and out of the combination of happiness and pain, a tear dropped onto the pillow case.
“Oh fuck YES!” I screamed finally. I couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Your hole is so tight it feels fucking amazing.” He grunted and I tightened just to milk it out of him. I moaned as I started to push myself away from the headboard to keep myself from hitting it and I could feel his pulsating cock being to blow. He filled me up with his sweet fluid and let out a roar as he came. The thrusts slowed down and eventually he pulled out. I rolled over and curled up into him, his hairy body laid out before me. I circled his nipple with my finger and he used his arm to bring me in for a kiss. We laid there blissfully and I almost wanted to smoke a cigarette like most people do in the movies but instead, I kissed him this time.
“You can keep my dad. I wasn’t a big fan of him before anyways. I was too scared to come out of the closet and he were in control he probably would have kicked my ass.”
“If it makes you feel any better he would have. I could feel it.” He tapped his forehead.
“It does make me feel better.” I curled back up into him and I didn’t want this weekend to end.
Well, it did. Yale was coming up and I wasn’t going to be seeing my dad as often so I was going to have to fill up the rest of the summer with him. My mom didn’t mind and my dad definitelydidn’t mind.
“Look at these guns! It’s freakin’ huge!” said my older brother Darren, posing double biceps pose to showing off his big guns.
“Yeah, it is. How does it feel inside him?”
“It feels amazing. Like, damn, this surge of manliness and cockiness that rushed into my brain. Gosh, I just want to shove your head to my dick now or fuck your tight boycunt, you slut”
Heard my brother talking like this make me hard in a sudden. He is such a straight jock, and now he’s craving for blowjob and man’s hole. He sneered at my throbbing dick and said
“It’s like someone getting excited too early” he said while start grabbing my dick, I instantly moaned at it and then I can’t hold it anymore so I pushed him to the bed, but with his bigger frame, he turned it upside down and now he’s on top of me and we are staring into each other face. He opens my zipper and released my pathetic 5 inches erect cock. He chuckled
“Such a weenies.” He said, sneered at it.
Then, he tear his shirt into pieces, revealing a set of hard and tight eight pack abs and pecs that earned from the training in the Marine. He grabbed my throbbing dick and jacked it off furiously with his left hand while rubbing my body with his right hand and he kissed my neck, which turned me on even more. For a 7th grader, he’s so good using my elder brother body. I can feel Darren’s hot breath in my neck, sending me into another level of pleasure as he jacked my dick faster than ever and after holding myself in the edge, I shoot my cum to his body, it was a total mess. He released his grip from my dick and then seducingly scoop my cum to his mouth. Then he said
“Damn, yours are tasty. Now, it’s my turn” he said while form a smirk in his face.
He flipped me in a blink of an eye and then he slid my jeans down, revealing my smooth bubbly butt. He cooed
“Nice ass bro. It must be tight”Then, he also slid his shorts and said
“Fuck, what a monster. Better get ready boy because this monster will bang your world!” and as he said that, he thrusts his monstrous dick into my hole, my virgin hole. He fucked me senseless for 20 minutes, but his cum is not getting out. My hole already ached and between the curse, I accidentally said
“Oh…..god…..stop it…….please stop it Charlie. I can’t take it anymore. It’s just……ahhh fuck….too painful to…..damn oh jeez stop it……oh God, Charlie, I beg you”
“I’m not Charlie you bitch! This is the punishment to call me with your sorry ass nerd friend name!”
And he fucked me brutally. As he shots rope after rope of cum to my hole, I already passed out because of the pain.
The next morning, I wake up with my brother dick still trapped in my hole. I wake him up with slapping his face. When he wakes up, he seems shocked and terrified. And then he said
“What happen? Oh God, did I accidentally fuck you? What happen last night?” he asked me, looking terrified while realizes his surrounding.
“Cut the act, Charlie. Stop acting like that, it makes me worry. It’s okay to act like that last night, but now it’s not cool. I’ll tell your parents that you disobeyed me when I babysat you. “
“Charlie? Your nerdy friend? What are you talking about? What happen last night?” he asked me again, getting more furious as he hide his 8’ morning wood with his hand, which is fail.
Then I see Charlie waves his hand from the window. Oh fuck, it means that I’m dealing with my fully conscious brother. That son of a bitch! I’ll make him pay over what he did!
This is my friend, Erik. Well, he’s your typical cute guy, kinda nerdy, and very funny. He’s my best friend and we always hangout together. But, after summer holiday, everything changed. It was all started when he went to the beach with his family. It was quite an unusual trip because he only went there with the male member of the family. None of the female joined the trip, not even his mother. I decided to not bothered him during his family time but several days later, he posted a pic in his Instagram and I was shocked.
As I remembered clearly, he has no definition at all. He’s pale and scrawny but then after several days in the beach and he has transformed this much? There must be something weird about all of it. So I decided to texted him but he didn’t reply. He didn’t even answer my phone call.
After summer’s break, I confronted him right to his house after school. His mother let me went straight to his room and then I saw him lifting barbells while stared at himself in the mirror, headphone plugged on. He saw my reflection from the mirror and then he looked at me and said"Hey bro"What the heck? His voice also changed, becoming deeper, manlier, and somehow, a little bit authoritative.“What happened to you? You changed a lot?”“Well, lot of practice. As that wise man said, practice makes perfect” he said to me, chuckled and well practically, ignoring my presenceI grabbed him by the shoulder and then said to him"Could you stop? Seriously, what happened to you? You the one who said that working out it’s such a waste of time and it’s tiring and disgusting, making your body sweat like crazy, but now, look at you, snapback on, shirtless, sport shorts that I remembered you never even have, and you are sweaty as fuck"“Did I said that? Not remembered it at all. Why should I hate working out if it can give me this?” he said, flexing his biceps and taunting me I stunned. He’s a totally different version of Erik. Well, he looked hotter, but he became such a douchebag and probably, not as smart as before. Then he said again"Sorry bro, I’m busy now, so could you just leave? I’ve some more reps to do before we can talk"“I’ll wait for you here”“What the fuck? No, get out from here, fag,“I cried all in a sudden. What happen to my best friend? I ran out from his room, straight to the front door and leave. Since that, I never talked to him. But one day, my Physics teacher made a group of two for a project and he paired me with Erik. We decided to worked the project in his house and that’s when I knew the reason why he changed a lot. I used his bathroom while he waited in his room and when I walked back, I saw Erik exhaled thick white smoke from his mouth, kinda like cigarette smokes.
But then, instead of fading away, the smoke became thicker and that’s when Erik shouted to me"Run, Henry! Run!"Without my realization, the smoke shot right through my mouth and forced its way to my body. I can’t stop it and then as soon as that smoke filled my lung, I heard myself spoke, but it was deeper, but it was still my voice and somehow I was controlled by some weird forces that invaded my body"Fuck with this guy. Dammit, Erik. Could you just stop befriend this nerd? He’s not the type of friends that fit with you, not with that body. I think you liked him way too much, I need to changed him a little bit, to be more jockish and less nerdy. Are you fine with this arrangement?”“No, I’m not. He’s my best friend and I liked him the way he looked like. Now get out from his body, Uncle Pete,” said Erik to me"Not before I put some definition in this puny body. And what’s the loss? When I get out from here, he’ll have at least something else to be proud of rather than just his brain. Sounds good, Erik?“ "Okay, Uncle Pete” Erik said, half-agreed"It’s not Pete anymore, it’s Henry” said his uncle inside my body while forming a smirk that I don’t even know I can do"Okay, okay. I know. Now, can we work again?“"Of course, Erik” That was 1 year ago and he still stay inside me. He lied to Erik that he already left my body and damn, he’s very good at pulled an act as me, even my parents can’t differentiate it. I can’t push him out and I’m still a passenger inside my body.
He kinda directed my life into the jock-side, playing football and other sports. Tonight, I’ll have a football match and once again, I’ll watch him as he do all things from my body. I can’t do anything except silently wish that he’ll leave my body soon.
The police is chasing me right now, and I have nowhere to go anymore. I walk inside a building and it turned out to be a convention center for rich Arab community. Then I see a guy sit in the front all by himself and that guy use a turban and what could I called as a “dress”. That guy is an Arabic guy, probably doing his things. That guy has a beautiful voice and he seems like reading something. I heard police voices and I’m start to panic. I should do something or I’ll get caught, and then that idea came from nowhere. I think I should possess this guy anyway, because in this moment he’s my last resort and he seems unaware of my presence. I’ve a possession powers but it can be used 3 times in my life and I already used 1 one of them, I don’t want to lose another one because I save it for a really urgent moment, but maybe this is the really urgent moment. So I ran toward him and then dove to his back. He’s shocked of my sudden “attack” and his body pushed forward as he gasped for air. His body convulsed wildly and his back arching due to my soul tried to take control of this body. We battled inside but in the end, I win the battle. As my vision got clear, memories also filled my brain. I’m Hamad Jovetic. I’m 26 and still in the college, tried to get the bachelor. I grabbed my phone and take a look at my new face.
Damn, my face is fucking good-looking. Look at that thick eyebrow and facial hair, and that red lips, damn, this guy is surely a chick-magnet. But, my memories stated that I already married, that’s unexpected. This guy also has sex only with his wife, but with me inside, I think everything will be changed.
The fucking police who chase me approached me and said “Excuse me, Sir? Is there any chance that you see a guy with blonde hair and sleeveless stars and stripes shirt walked inside here?”“No, I don’t” damn, my voice is fucking smooth and soothing. It’s like a sex by voice, but even better.“Thank you, Sir. Sorry for disturbing you”“That’s okay.” I said, smirked as I saved from the police once more. The police left me and after a while, I also head to the bathroom to explore my body, I stripped all my clothes and fuck, his body is great. He must’ve worked out real hard. Then I slid my pants down and revealing a nice and thick 7 inches cock with dense pubic hair and big nuts completed the combo. This guy is freaking hot and he wasted it only to fuck one chick, that will be change soon. This package cannot be wasted like that. A lot of people want this type of body and it should be maximized. This guy never jacked off before, so I will do his first. I pumped my new dick slowly at first but I increased the pace and I can tell that this body is loving it as I suddenly moaning out of control as I edged him to his first ever jack off. I cannot hold it too long as I sprayed warm and thick liquid of cum to the mirror and my abs. Oops, I think I just messed this place up. I ran towards the bathroom and then get out from the ventilation to the parking lot, naked with my key and wallet in my hand. Then I heard a loud voice from inside “Who did this? Kamil, Youssef, clean this nasty liquid and made sure this place clean before someone could see this. And where is Hamad? He usually arrived here first.” Asked by a rather old voice and based from my memory, that’s the voice of the leader in here, Farouk. I just walk away from there and then I opened my car. Inside, I found some clothes that looked clean and I used it. Well, for a Arabic guy that respected in the society, this guy taste of clothes is kind of thuggish, just the same like me.
I turned the engine and head to my new house, my wife waits me in home and I’ll surprise her with the new me
*2 Years later*
I’ve settled very well on Hamad’s life. But I made some changes like divorced from his wife, that bitch talked too much about my change, well she just need to accept it but she can’t so fuck her off. I can get any girls or even guys that want me, and they are better than her. I also dropped out from college and changed his lifestyle, now Hamad Jovetic is a crazy party goers that can sway ladies with his smooth voice and then fucked them hard at night. Well, I made a living with working in the bar, this guy is actually a skilled bartender. I also made his look even more thuggish than before with chains and rugged looking-face. People seems fine with my changes, except for my community, saying that I’ve trapped into Western lifestyle.
Well, I don’t care about their opinion because now I’m living my life to the fullest and I never regret the decision to possess him. He is such a great host and I wish that I don’t have to possess anyone else anytime soon. This body is still on his prime and who know what will happen in my 30’s? I only need to keep this body in shape and I’m pretty sure that my 30’s will be full of one night stand and quick blowjob everyday.
