“Why. Why are you doing this?” I asked in desperation as my dad overpowered me with his brute strength.

“Simple. Your dad is starting to resist me. How am I supposed to enjoy myself if he is starting to take back control of his body? I think you’ll be a fine next host.” He said lustfully as he looked directly into my eyes.

What the hell happened to my dad? We used to be so close, but the past few weeks, he has been acting incredibly out of character, and now this! I mean leather jackets and late nights are one thing; I thought he was just going through a midlife crisis. But no. He is a fucking lunatic. I wish I  knew what was wrong.

“Alrighty son, are you ready? I reckon this won’t be that fun for you, but I am sure we will have a blast when I am in control of that jock body.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Goddamn, you really are stupid aren’t you?” He said condescendingly. “I’m not your dad. The name’s Rob. I found your old man a couple weeks ago getting drunk at the bar and I slipped inside. Don’t hold anything against him; It’s not his fault.”

I just stared at my dad in confusion. He was obviously sick or something.

“Dad, I think you need psychiatric help.” I said in denial. “You aren’t acting like yourself. We can talk to mom, I am sure she would-”

“Oh will you shut up!” He snapped. “I’m not your dad! I died 6 years ago! Don’t you get it? I’m a fucking ghost inhabiting your dad’s body. If you aren’t going to listen, then just sit there. Make my life easier.”

He grabbed my chin and pulled me close. For a second, I thought we were going to make out, but instead he just held me there. All of a sudden, a bluish-white ‘fog’ began to pour out of his open mouth. Before I could do anything, it quickly traveled into mine.

Immediately, I could feel the chilly substance travel down my throat and fill into all of the corners in my body. It was disturbing, yet also erotic at the same time. The substance continued to fill me up until I felt myself beginning to lose consciousness. As the last bits of the fog made its way out of my dad’s mouth, his body went limp and we both fell to the floor.

Drifting in and out, I could see my body hoisting itself up off the ground. I stood and began to explore my own body, but I wasn’t in control. I tried to move my arms and legs, but to no avail. Something was wrong.

“Oooh. Thanks again bro.” Rob said aloud in my own voice while putting on the leather jacket my dad was wearing. “Don’t you worry, your pops will wake up eventually and won’t remember a thing. And I’m sure you will take back your own body here in a couple weeks. In the meantime, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.”

“Oh, I could get used to this…” I moaned in a cute boyish voice as my boyfriend and I continued to make out and explore each other’s bodies.

“Yeah, you said it.” He mumbled as I groped his perky ass. “You think we need to get out of these bodies yet? They might start fighting back soon.”

I opened my eyes and adjusted to seeing my ghostly boyfriend in such an attractive, young guy. His short dark hair and adolescent features completely hid the fact that he was in fact a middle-aged dead man possessing a college boy. He both gazed into each other’s eyes and smiled. For the first time in a long time, we were both so incredibly happy. And I didn’t want it to ever end.

“Gavin, I love you so much.” I whispered as I tenderly stroked his cheek.

“I love you too Mike. With all my heart.” He replied back as he pulled me in for another kiss. “But, we have to prepare for… you know…”

I internally sighed. He was right though. Being forced out of our hosts was never fun. Besides, we weren’t without hearts. We stole these bodies and having two straight boys wake up next to each other in bed would probably scar them for the rest of their lives.

“I know, I know. You’re right. We have to give these guys their bodies back…” I said shyly.

“Hey, babe. It’s alright. We have the rest of eternity to love each other, remember?” He said optimistically as he lifted up my chin. “We’ve been in these two for almost a week now. Let’s not push our luck.”

I reluctantly agreed and we prepared to exit our hosts. Damn, I am going to miss these two.

I’m sorry, Dad. Sorry that I’ve been doing such a damn good job of being you.

I’ve gotten your fat-ass body in shape, grown out your beard, gotten this sexy new nipple piercing. I’ve made you look fucking hot, but that’s no surprise. I always knew you would be sexy as fuck if you would just learn to fucking take care of yourself.

The best thing, though? People have really noticed that you’ve stopped being such an asshole ever since I took over your body. They know that something about you has changed, but they have no idea that it’s me inside controlling your body like a puppet. All they know is that they like this new version of you. And I like it, too.

So, I’m sorry, Dad. Sorry that your own son had to be the one to help you become a better man.

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“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!

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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.”

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“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.

Dad?

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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! 

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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.

Source : Hunkymalebodyswap.blogspot.com

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Last Resort

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.

Source : Hunkymalebodyswap.blogspot.com

Speeding swap

I woke up, eyes still closed. I could see the light through my eyelid so it had to be morning. I felt how my senses slowly awakened as I felt no blanket above me. I squirmed around trying to grab the blanket when I felt something else. My hands were tied on my back as well as my legs and I wasnt laying in my bed but on a cold floor. I finally opened my eyes to see that I was laying on the wooden floor of my bedroom.

I tried to remember the last things that happened to me last night.

I know that I came home from work, I wanted to take off my uniform but then everything went dark. I dont know what happened after that.

I tried to move around the floor, looking for clues as I heard someone coming closer.

A man kneeled down in front of me, wearing my police uniform.

“What the fu-”, I screamed and he quickly pushed a ballgag into my mouth.

“Shush.”, he said. “Do you remember me?”

I looked in his face and I recognised him. He was the guy I gave a speeding ticket yesterday. He drove way to fast as I stopped him with my cruiser.

“Good. You recognise me, I can see it in your eyes.”, he continued. “You know, from the moment I saw you, I wanted to be you.”

I tried to talk to him but the ballgag muffled all of my words.

“The sight of your form fitting uniform hugging your muscular body burned itself into my brain alongside your young, handsome face. And I can tell you, that it doesnt look to bad on my body either.”

He turned around to give me a good look.

“Because of the few questions I asked I knew the block where you lived and thanks to your name tag on your uniform I just had to search for the right doorbell. Than I rang the doorbell from your neighbor who let me in and I waited for you to come home.”, he continued. “Now I’m the cop as I’m wearing your uniform but it isnt completely the same as my face isnt as handsome as yours. Thats why I made this.”

He pulled out of his pocket a small bottle with a milky liquid. He walked around me and sat down on my legs. He slapped my ass before he spread my cheeks to pour the liquid around my hole.

“Thank you for wearing a jockstrap officer Colt, it helps alot ‘jock boy’.”, I heard him whisper.

I felt how he rubbed the slimey liquid into my skin with his gloved hands. After some minutes I felt a warm sensation where he rubbed the liquid on my skin. Thats when I heard him open the belt of my uniform and the zipper of the pants.

Without a warning he shoved his dick up my ass. It hurt so much that I let out a scream, muffled by the ballgag.

He clung to my body like a used gum to the sole of a boot. His arms went around my torso. His gloved hands pinched my nipples as if his life depends on it. He wrapped his legs around mine, rubbing my patrol boots against my socked feet. And then he started thrusting. The sound of flesh pounding filled the room and I could hear his heavy breaths in my ear as his head laid on my shoulder.

Suddenly I felt an otherworldy sensation, the man had tickled my prostate and it felt awesome. I felt how my dick got hard in my jockstrap as it leaked pre-cum.

I felt how his breathing quickened as he straightened up and his dick got even harder before I felt how my ass got more wet and somewhat slimey.

The man was cumming in me!

After that he collapsed back onto me, panting heavily. It took only a few seconds before I noticed that something was changing.

My jockstrap got tighter before it ripped and the belly of the men, pressing against my back disappeared. I felt how it turned into hard muscles. His pecs grew as well as his legs. In return my belly started to feel fuller.

The man stood up and I heard how he zipped up and closed the belt.

He turned me around onto my back. I expected to see the man again but I was looking at myself, filling out the uniform perfectly.

I tried to scream but the ballgag still turned it into a slight muffle.

“I’m now officer Colt.”, he said with my voice.

I looked down at my body to see in shock that my hard worked abs and pecs were gone. Instead I now had a slight belly with full grey hair.

“There is just one more thing I have to do.”, he continued.

He pulled out the bottle again and used the last few drops of liquid to smear them on my lips. He removed the ballgag and I wanted to scream and shout at him but I couldnt.

“I’ll now copy your memories.”, he said.

He pressed his lips against mine and pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. I almost gagged.

It didnt take long and he pulled away.

“Thank you officer Ryan Colt.”, he said with a grin.

He picked me up and locked me up in my own basement.

From time to time he shows me pics of himself as me hanging out with my friends and collegues in uniform while he feeds me. I often remember that day when I got robbed of my own life by a man whose definitely older than me who just wanted to be a young handsome cop. And he succeded.

A different life

I woke up after a nap on the couch. I rubbed my eyes until I felt good and stretched. Eyes still closed, my hands ran over my big beer belly…

Wait, didnt I have a sixpack?  That must’ve been a dream. How could I go from sixpack to beer belly in one nap.

I yawned as I stretched myself and straightened up on the couch. I pulled my stained shirt back over my belly button. My head was itching so I scratched it.

Wait… I wasnt bold… This is strange, why would I think I was someone else. This dream must’ve felt so real.

A young businessman entered the room as I was checking out my surroundings. A handsome businessman. Probably around 6'2", well groomed hair, wearing sunglasses and having and nice muscles beneath that tight fitting suit. He looked strangely familiar.

“I have a short break.”, he said dropping himself next to me on the couch, his feet now on my lap. “They are really sore because of these boots and my long workdays. Would you be so nice to massage them?”

I didnt want to but my hands moved on their own. They pulled his boots of his feet and got to work. They started to massage his toes, one after the other before moving slowly downwards to the heel.

I wanted to ask this man many things.

Why does he look familiar? Why cant I remember my life? Why am I obedient to his commands?

But I couldnt ask a single thing. My body didnt let me so I starred at him or his feet. I saw that he always looked at me with a grin as if he knew something about my situation.

After about 10 minutes he started moving again.

“My break is almost over. Would you be so kind to put my boots back on?”, he asked.

And my hands still moved by themselves. He stood up after I finished. He leaned over to me and whispered into my ear: “ Thank you for this body.”

And then everything came back to me.

I remembered the last night. After a long day at work with overtime I was sitting alone in the subway. Well almost alone as in front of me was this fat old man. The man whose body I’m inhabiting now. I ignored him the whole ride as everyone would. I listened to music and scrolled on my phone. I had noticed that he stood up and I thought that he would get off the subway but he suddenly sat down on me. The last thing I remembered was the feeling of getting sucked into him.

You fucker! Give me my body back! I’ll beat you to death!

That is what I wanted to say, but I couldn’t. The only thing that came out of my mouth was “Your welcome!”.

He put his hands in his pockets and started to chuckle.

“You’ll never be able to hurt me in this body. That is your curse. I have to go now, see you later.”, he said.

With that he left the room, leaving me alone with the fact that a creepy old man was now using my own body. The body I worked so hard for.

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Commissioned by @chrislikesboots

Forced promotion

“That was it.”, Mr. Lee said, packing away his history book. He looked at his desk to see if he missed something. After that he took his sports bag, his history bag and left his classroom. It was already late but Brennan Lee stayed to prepare his lessons for next week.

He walked through the hallway and around a corner where he found Mr. Beck, the janitor.

“Good evening Mr. Beck.”, Brennan said, trying to get past him.

“Good evening Brennan.”, Mr. Beck said blocking the way for Brennan.

“Its Mr. Lee for you, okay?”, Brennan said. “Now let me through, I need to get home.”

Mr. Beck still blocked Brennans way, stepping in front of him when Brennan tries to go around.

“Come on Brennan…Mr. Lee. I’m Dan. Lets get closer and call ourselves by our first name.”, Mr. Beck said. “I’m allowed to call every other teacher by their first name but not you. Why not? If you dont trust me then ask the others when they’re back in school, because right now it’s only the two of us here.”

“Because I prefer it this way.”, Brennan said. “And also because I know what you’re doing in the gym. Sniffing the shoes and underwear of the boys. If I could I would get you fired for this, but I cant. Thats why I’ll stay away from you and so on.”

“I thought I was more cautious.”, Dan said quickly kicking Brennan into his balls.

Dans action surprised Brennan, who now went on his knees panting because of the pain. Dan walked around Brennan, grabbed his tie from behind and started to choke Brennan unconscious. The next few minutes were a struggle for both, Brennan and Dan. A struggle Brennan should win easily as his physique was clearly superior. But the surprise attack from Dan and the pain made it harder for him.

His biceps bulged beneath his white dress shirt as he tried to reach Dan and his own tie. He also tried to get up again but his feet only scraped over the floor wildly.

Dan choked Brennan further until Brennan went limp. Brennan stopped struggling as his arms fell to the side and his legs rested moveless on the floor.

Dan quickly checked Brennan for a heartbeat and he felt one. He now leaned down over the unconscious Brennan. He took Brennans arms and pulled him down the hallway into a classroom. He heaved Brennan face up onto the teacher’s desk. Dan walked around the desk, speaking to Brennan as if he was awake.

“You know Brennan, I always admired you… but not in a good way.”, he said. “You are everything that I’m not. You’re the embodiment of manhood. With your muscles, your handsome face, your beard, your tattoos, the subjects you teach and your suits. You make me sick. No one can be this perfect.”

Dan started to take off Brennans watch and bracelets.

“Why do these suits look so good on you? Its frustrating!”

Dan opened Brennans belt and pulled down his suit pants to reveal Brennans musky Calvin Klein jockstrap. He felt Brennans dick before lifting Brennans legs into the air to look at his ass.

“Yeah, that is something I can work with.”, Dan said.

He removed Brennans pants and jockstrap completely and threw them onto the next table.

Dan took two vials filled with silver and gold liquid out of his pocket.

“You know, Brennan,”, Dan said, “ I have planned this since a long time.”

He opened both vials, drank the gold one and poured the silver one down Brennans throat.

It didnt take long and Brennan was conscious again but he instantly noticed that something was wrong. He could only move his head.

“The fuck you did to me fucker!”, Brennan exclaimed. “If I can move again you wont anymore, I take care of that you fucker.”

“When you’re able to walk again, its already to late for you Brennan. This night will be a night full of sexual torment for you.”

Dan opened his pants and pulled out his small dick.

“Suck it or I will do so much more to you!”, he added.

Reluctantly, Brennan took Dans dick in his mouth. What else would he have been able to do?

Brennan gagged even though Dans dick was small. After an hour Dan pulled out.

“That should be enough lube. Lets take a look at your after.”, Dan said walking around to lift Brennans legs into the air.

Brennan felt how Dan cramped his little stick inside Brennans ass.

The quiet sound of flesh pounding filled the room.

“I dont want to discourage you,”, Brennan said with a chuckle. “but I always thought that if I get raped that it was by a good looking man with a big dick. And not just this.”

“Just wait!”, Dan shouted, trying to cum into Brennan.

He tried to one up his rhythm but nothing helped.

“Well, lets forget that.”, he added.

Dan stripped himself now completely naked and took a bottle out of his pocket.

“Before I do this, I should strip you too. Dont want this nice suit to be ruined.”, he added further.

Dan opened Brennans vest and took it off together with his tie and white dress shirt.

Dan took the bottle and squeezed the thick liquid onto his hands. He applied the lotion lotion all over his body.

“This will make it easier.”, he said. “For both of us.”

He put both of his hands onto Brennans butt.

“Now, this will happen.”, he added. “I’ll climb into you. As soon as I’m in your body you’ll be able to move again but I’ll warn you: if you try to pull me out again it’ll hirt even more. You wont be able to stop me as soon as even partially in you.”

Brennan was horrified. He watched and screamed in agony as Dan started to shove his arms inside Brennan.

As Dans belly button disappeared into Brennan, he felt how he got control over his body again. He quickly sat up straight and grabbed Dans fat legs. He tried to somehow pull the rest of Dan out of him but it felt as if he was pulling on his own intestines. But he continued to pull.

There has to be a way to stop this, he thought.

But then he felt a weird sensation in his body. A tingle that made its way up his body from his butt. A tingle where he felt that he loses control again.

Quickly after that Brennan didnt have control over his arms anymore. They stopped pulling on Dans legs causing them to slide further into Brennan.

Brennan watched in horror how behind his erect dick, Dans last toes were pulled into his own body. That was the last thing that the real Brennan Lee saw.

His eyes rolled back and when they came back it was Dan.

Dan looked at his new erect dick, his abs and his muscular legs. His gaze followed his new legs until it reached Brennans dotted socks and brown dress shoes.

The new Brennan got off the table and stretched his body.

A deep moan could be heard on the room as Dan let Brennans hands ran down his body.

“I’ll definitely get used to this.”, he chuckled with his new deep voice.

He took Brennans shirt and buttoned it halfway up. After that he took Brennans suit pants, pulled them over his shoes and closed the belt.

Dan checked out his new body in the mirror.

“Even though Mr. Lee, I mean I, look stunning in a full suit, I think I should show more of my body.”, Dan said.

He picked up Brennans jockstrap, took a sniff and pushed it into his pocket. He took Brennans tie, vest and bags before he left the building to drive to his new house.

A month later, the only thing people were questioning was the mysterious disappearance of Dan Beck, the janitor.

Dan played the role of Brennan Lee, the beloved sports and history teacher, flawlesly.

He loved his new job as he now had even more opportunities to sniff the jockstraps of his students. He also kept the janitors keys to get access to the lost and found box. Dan even managed to trade Brennans used jockstrap and sport cleats with the ones of the best jock, who was secretly gay. Dan knew that he will never leave Brennans body.

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Idea by @chrislikesboots

Pictures provided by @chrislikesboots

David was really mad. His dad had promised weeks ago to help him oresent his school project. But when the day came, he had no time. David almost failed the project and wanted to get revenge. But the revenge he got was different than he thought.

Bzzzz. Beep. Beep. Beep.

David turned off his alarm clock. It was project presentation day. He worked all day and night on it to get a good grade. This could be his ticket to go to university in some years.

He stood up, got dressed and left his room. He went downstairs to eat breakfast, but he found something else. His dad had just opened the front door to leave to work.

“Wait, dad. You said you would drive me to school?”, David said.

“I’m… I’m sorry, bean. There is an emergency at work. I have to leave now.”, his dad Brandon said.

“But who will bring me to school then?”

“Eh,… maybe a friend of yours can take you with him. Jay, eventually. I really have to go. Love you, and good luck with your project.”

He left and the door closed.

David just stood there, motionless. He couldnt believe that his dad just left.

Breakfast was quickly made by him, as je was messaging Jay: Hey, could you take me with you to school.

Not a long time until the answer came: Sorry, I cant.

David had to dress quickly as he was almost to late to walk to school. He grabbed his presentation and left the house.

Back at home, David was angry. He almost didnt manage to arrive early to present his project. He still passed but it is unknown if he will get a ticket to go to university.

Its his fathers mess, his fault, David thought.

He went into his room and wanted to relieve some steam. He undressed himself, laid on his bed, took his rod and jerked off hard.

He thought about how he could get his revenge on his dad. Slashing tires so that hes to late at work? Nah, too expensive. Stealing some clothes so that he to search them and be late for work? Could work. David got hard only thinking about his father in his suits. Yeah, David could really take some of them and of his dress shoes. That would teach him a lesson, as this would be comparable to what he had to go through today.

He fantasized about his father running naked through their house searching for his clothes.

Oh god, thats wrong, David quickly thought. He never even had seen his father shirtless, how could he even imagine him running around naked. Also, isnt it wrong to have fantasies about his own dad?, David asked himself. Maybe these were just one of his gay urges he developed over the last few months as he discovered his sexuality.

To get these fantasies out of his head, he stopped jerking off and got off of his bed. But even though he felt like he was standing, he noticed that his feet didnt touch the ground. As he was looking down, he couldnt believe that he was floating.

David started to test his new form out. He leaned against the wall not thinking about falling through it, but exactly that happened. As he came out of the wall the books on the shelf he float through were slightly shaking.

“Wow, I have a slight impact on my surroundings.”, David exclaimed. “Lets see what else I can do.”

He went over to the kitchen and started to experiment. He tried to lift up objects or to move them by phasing through them.

Then, the front door opened. His father was back from work.

“David, I’m back home. I’m sorry for what happened this morning.”, he shouted as he closed the door.

He listened.

“David are you here? Is everything okay?”

David panicked. His dad shouldnt see his unconscious body laying on his bed, jerking off. He went over to his dad who walked towards Davids room.

David tried to pull his father away, but for his surprise, he felt how he got sucked into his father.

His dad, Brandon, fell moaning to the ground as Davids spirit got sucked into his body and overtook control. His body stopped shaking as Brandon managed to stand up. Hands on his knees and out of breath, he didnt know what had happened.

“Holy fuck, that felt awesome!”, David exclaimed, instantly recognizing the sound of his fathers voice.

David looked down at his body, admiring the suit that his father wore. He had no idea how all of this happened but he was in awe. He went over to the nearest mirror and started flexing his fathers body. He ran his hands over his fathers beard, the shirt and tie that fit tightly around the torso, down to the belt. He opened the belt buckle, ready to see a real mans dick, but the doorbell rang.

With his belt still opened, David opened the door. In front of him was Jay.

“Hello Mr. Thompson. Is David there.”, he asked.

“I’m sorry Jay, he’s not here right now. He wanted to go for a long walk. And please, call me Brandon.”, David said, trying to imitate his fathers charme and smiled.

“Alright. Ehh…Do you know when he’ll be back?”, he asked.

David noticed how Jay was starring at his fathers crotch. He knew that Jay had a crush on his father and the fact that his belt was open didnt made it better.

“No, I dont know.”, David answered, crossing his legs. “Can I do anything else for you?”

“Ehh… no, no… All good. Thanks Mr. … fuck…. I mean Brandon. Have a great… day.”, he said leaving.

David closed the door and went back to where he left off. He rubbed his pants against the tip of his dick. David moaned in his stolen body. He now couldnt ignore the hardening rod in his pants.

He went into his fathers bedroom and got onto his big bed. David started to strip his fathers suit off, starting with the jacket and tie. He unbuttoned the shirt and opened the pants. Brandons body, still controlled by David, pushed down a hand into his pants.

He grabbed his fathers erect pole and exclaimed: “I never really played with my own, but I know that this one is huge!”

David stroked it slowly, building up the feeling he never felt this strong before.

He pulled down his pants completely and stood up to stand in front of his fathers hige mirror.

He felt how cum started to build up in his fathers throbbing member. David rubbed his free hand over his fathers hairy body, feeling the abs pulsating beneath it.

A drop of cum felt from the tip of his huge dick, right before David got this body to shoot an incredible amount of cum against the mirror. The body quaked in pleasure shooting 12 thick strands of cum all over the mirror.

David dropped onto his fathers knees, overwhelmed by the sensation flowing through the body.

“Ooohhhh, fuck. That felt so good.”, he said out of breath with his fathers deep voice.

David got up onto his fathers feet again, his legs shaking. He leaned against the mirror, staring at the cum running down the smooth surface.

David made his fathers body flex once more.

“This was too good to be true.”, he said happily.

He looked at his fathers handsome face in the mirror.

“You know, I think I’ll stay in your body for some time. And now, I’ll explore what else you have in store for your horny son.”

David sad down on the bed again, lifting his legs.

This will be fun, he said to himself.

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Departure and arrival

I’m working at the airport selling flowers and coffee. Not the best job but the shop is owned by my uncle so I have almost complete freedom. I always wanted to travel often, to work from different places all the time. Now I’m somewhat in hell. I’m so close to flights but I can never enter them as I have to work. I can only dream and watch people live it.

As I was daydreaming about flying away once more, a man caught my eye as his colorful pants separated himself from the rest.

He was tall, handsome, had a beautiful beard and well-groomed hair. He was wearing brown leather boots, light brown/orange pants and a grey shirt. It suited him very well. He was gorgeous for me. The complete opposite of me. I was chubby, started to lose hair, even though I’m only in my mid-twenties, and I dont really had a sense of fashion.

I was dreaming about how he was flying somewhere warm, where he gets to take of his shirt and flex his muscles on the beach. I was daydreaming even further as I realized that someone wanted to buy something. I snapped out of my dream and the man stood right in front of me with a big smile.

“One latte, please.”, he said with a big grin. I had to retract my eyes from his handsome face and white teeth.

“Of course, one moment please.”, I said, taking a paper cup and putting it under the coffee machine.

“Do you have a ticket?”, I asked. I couldnt wait to see where he was travelling to. But he looked confused at me.

“If you have a boarding ticket, you can get everything cheaper in our store.”, I clarified.

“Oh, yeah. I have one.”, he said, taking out his ticket and putting it on the desk. “That’s a really nice service you have here.”

Was he flirting with me?, I thought.

I took the ticket, scanned it for his discount, looked at his destination and gave it back to him.

“Spain, what a nice destination. Especially as the weather here is pretty bad at the moment.”, I said finishing his coffee. “May I ask for work or just for fun.”

“Both.”, he answered. “A bit of work but mostly just for fun.”

I handed him the coffee and he paid.

“You look like you could use some fun too”, he said leaving.

He definitely flirted with me, I thought.

I watched him go and dreamed about being him in Spain. To my surprise, he didnt go to the terminals to start the check in, but he went to the toilet. He opened the door, turned around and looked at me, raised an eyebrow and disappeared into the bathroom.

I was shocked and turned on at the same time. Did he want me to follow him?, I thought.

I looked around and decided to follow him. I told my uncle that I have to go for a short moment and he excused me.

I followed the man into the toilet but no one was there as I entered.

The man came out of a cabin and grinned.

“We’re all alone. Come on, lock the door.”, he said. And I did. I locked the main door from the inside so that we couldnt get disturbed. I may had no idea what he wanted but I was so horny for him that I didnt care.

“I saw your looks.”, he said. “And you are completely my type.”

“I’m your type? Come on, look at me. I’m fat. I’m totally not in your league.”, I said a little intimidated.

He stepped towards me.

“Look.”, he said running his hands over my a little too tight shirt. “I have a thing for chubby boys.”

“Boy? Do I look So childlike?”, I asked shocked.

“Well, you look a lot younger than me.”, he said. “I’m Lucas by the way.”

He grabbed my head and kissed me gently. I loved the feeling of his lips. They were so soft and his beard a bit scratchy.

Lucas took a step back.

“Strip.”, he said. I was shocked as I thought that he would take them off. But I started anyways as I opened my laces, kicked off my shoes and took off my socks. I tried to take off my shirt but I was struggling with it. Lucas helped me getting it off and then continued with my jeans. He took them and my underpants off, leaving me naked in front of him.

He kneeled down and lifted my belly to start sucking my dick. It didn’t take long until I moaned by the pleasure. It was the best feeling I ever had. His beard tingled slightly but his lips and mouth were a pleasant surprise. It felt as if this wasnt his first blowjob. He sucked further and further until I came. And he took it all in one gulp.

He stood up and we kissed aggressively until his back hit a highboy. He pushed me away, causing me to fall backwards. After that, Lucas pulled himself up onto the highboy with a big grin.

“And now you strip me.”, he said holding his foot out for me.

I quickly took off his boots and socks. After that I opened his pants and pulled them down. To my surprise greeted me his hard dick instead of underpants. He giggled as he saw my surprised face. I continued by unbuttoning his shirt and taking off his watch and rings.

He got down from the highboy and turned me around. He hugged me from behind and layed his chin on my shoulder.

“You’ll gonna like this.”, he whispered into my ear right as I felt something getting stuck up into my butt.

“Oh, it’s so tight. Is this your first time?”, Lucas asked. I just nodded in pain.

The sound of my fat cheeks hitting his muscular hips filled the air.

He increased the pace with every thrust until he came. As he pulled out his dick, I felt how the pain became even stronger.

I was completely out of breath and I heard him panting too.

“Thanks, chubby.”, he said.

As I turned around to face him, I saw that he already wanted to dress up again as he lifted his pants from the ground. I took them out if his hands and threw them back to the ground. He looked confused.

“Thats it? Really?”, I asked furious.

“Well, I never said I wanted more.”, he answered.

I stormed at him and we struggled to the ground. Lucas tried to fight me off and I tried to overpower him.

He managed to get out if my grasp and tried to stand up but I grabbed him by his ankle and pulled him back down. His fall must have hurt as he was panting on the ground after it. I quickly sat down on his back and secured his arms.

“You’ll gonna like this.”, I whispered in his ear.

“No, please. You dont have to do th-”, Lucas didnt even manage to end his sentence as I pushed my dick into his hole.

“Uugh, fuck. It feels so much bigger than it looks.”, he said. “Please - aagh - stop! It hurts so bad.”

But I didnt stop. With every thrust I felt better and his hole became wider.

I grabbed him by his man bun and lifted his head.

“Its so tight. Is this your first time?”, I asked him uppish.

He groaned under pain and nodded.

“You’ll remember this day as the day when chubby got what he wanted from you.”, I said letting go of his man bun.

I thrusted even faster until I shot my load.

Lucas cried silently as I shot my load into his hairy ass. As I wanted to pull out my dick, his cheeks tensed up, making my dick stuck. I tried to pull it out but my dick didnt move a single inch.

Only then I noticed that I didnt hear a thing from Lucas anymore. I lifted his head again to tell him to relax but he suddenly started to move uncontrollably. His muscles were twitching as if he had a seizure. I tried to relax him, but I passed out on top of him.

As I started to regain my consciousness, I felt the cold floor beneath me.

Looks like I fell off of Lucas, I thought. But then I felt something heavy on top of me moving. It stood up. I rolled around and opened my eyes to see my body standing in front of me. It looked as surprised as I was.

“What did you do?”, it said looking down at me and then back at his body. “You stole my body, you little filth!”, it said.

I didn’t understand what he meant. Only as I tried to stand up I noticed my muscular arms and legs. I was now towering over my old body. I was in Lucas body.

He attacked me and we struggled again.

“You cant do this to me. I dont want to be chubby!”, he started crying.

“This wasnt my intention. But now you wont get it back. I always wanted to have a body like this. I also thought that you had a thing for chubby bodies.”, I said while overpowering him.

He fell to the ground.

“Stay down!”, I said. “I’m now Lucas. I’ll meet my best friend Jorge in Spain and you wont.”

“Wait, how do you know…”, Lucas stammered in my old body. “Oh god, I know your life too. Please we have to change back. I want to live my life, not yours.”

“This is your life now!”, I said. I slapped him so hard that I knocked him out. I was watching my old body for quite some time. I’ll probably never see my family again, but thats okay if I’ll stay in this body, I thought.

I put on Lucas clothes, inhaled his nice smell, took his luggage, unlocked the door and left.

I had the best time of my life in Spain. His job as a model was pretty easy and the rest of my time I’ve spent on the beach or at the park, showing of my new body. I’ll never go back to where I was with my life before. Lucas is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

“Shit. I have to hide somewhere”,  I thought. “The cops will be here soon”

I look around the mall, seeing people shopping happily. I pull my backpack even tighter and walk straight forward trying to get myself lost in the crowd of people shopping.

I got myself into this bad situation. Ever since the black market was flooded with the bodysuit serum and other enhancers, crime rate sky-rocketed. I was one of them too. Before I started robbing banks I was an athlete in a circus. Heavily underpaid of course. One day I got my hands on the serum and on a kind of time enhancer. I used both of them on myself and now I can turn everyone I want into a bodysuit. With the Enhancer I can move much faster than every other person and I’m so much more agile. I often turn old men into suits to rob a bank. No one expects them to be a thief but this time I messed up. Someone managed to call the police while I was robbing the bank and now they’re following me.

So I walk through the mall, pulling my cap deeper down. I search for an unsecured exit but security is everywhere. But then I see a possible way out. I rush towards the men toilets and look around if no one got suspicious of me. Inside the bathroom I looked around for a new skin. At first I thought I was alone until I heard someone pulling up his pants and flush. I stand in front of the cabin door and prepare to ambush whoever is in the cabin. The lock turns, door opens and a shirtless muscle jock comes out. He looks at me confused and I look confused too but then I remember the sign. The toilets are shared by the mall and the gym next to it.

The jock wants to say something but I push him back into the cabin. He falls onto the closed toilet.

He looks perplexed by the fact that an old man managed to push him back. I close and lock the door behind me.

“What the -”, he isnt able to speak any further as I grabbed his nipples to start the transformation.

While his body deflates I’m admiring his godly physique. Big pecs, beautiful abs and great biceps. I admire his handsome face, wild hair and his nice tanned skin.

As he deflates further he’s losing his clothes. His shoes and socks slip from his feet and his wallet falls out of his pocket. I lift it up to see who I’ll be for the next few days.

Joshua Hunter, 27, resident in San Francisco. Nice.

He deflated completely and I start to strip myself. After that I peel off the old mans skin. I pull it over my head, take my arms out of it and woggle it down my body until I can step out of it.

Joshuas shorts and boxer briefs fell to the ground as I lifted his skin. I stretched his mouth wide and stepped into him. Even though I have an athletic body too, it was impossible for me to fill his skin. I position my legs inside his and pull it up further.y arms enter the bodysuit and I pull it over my shoulders. If anyone would see me right now would think that I was standing here in a way too big, dumb looking muscle suit. As I positioned my dick inside his, mine felt so small in comparison.

Everything arranged I pull his face over mine and the transformation began. The loosely fitting skin starts to fit better as I feel how my muscles grow to his size. It was the first time that I took a body that was buffer than my own and it filled myself with testosterone. My blood was rushing through my body and I got a boner. My cock, still growing in size to Match Joshuas, started to twitch.

I sat down on the toilet as his memories started to flood my brain. I saw his friends, his career as a model, his memories of masturbating himself to sleep and so much more. As I sorted his memories I noticed that the transformation had finished and that my now thick cock was spurting pre-cum. I opened my backpack and put my old skinsuit and clothes on top of the money I stole from the bank. I took Joshuas clothes and put them on. I opened the cabin door and checked myself out in the mirror.

As I wanted to leave the bathroom 2 officers entered the bathroom.

“Hey you!”, one of them shouted.

My heart started beating faster.

My heart started to beat faster.

“Yes, officer. How can I help?”, I answered.

“Have you seen an older man, between 55 and 70 years old, coming through here?”, the other asked.

“You mean the creepy guy with a backpack who ran through the gym? Yeah, he left tje gym.”, I lied.

“Thank you for your help.”, one said as they walked through the gym towards the door.

Now I’ll go home to test my new body. I’ll definitely enjoy the time as Joshua Hunter.

Young again

Clay just finished his race and was now a spectator. He was one of the lucky ones who were allowed to drive the opening race. After that the kids should have a race for fun and then the real race for adults should start.

Clay made himself comfortable, sitting down next to his bike. He watched how the kids and their parents prepared the small bikes. His eyes wandered over the scenery until some kids catched his look. They were talking to a creepy old man.

Both kids wore their racing suits.

Shouldnt they prepare their bikes?, Clay thought. He watched even further and started to get suspicious with the old man. It looked as if he was trying to seduce the kids into following him. Clay stood up and wanted to walk towards the three as he saw that the old man noticed Clay. The man suddenly looked nervous, put a hand onto on of the kids shoulders, looked slighlty confused and left quickly. The kids turned around, looking at Clay and nodded. He nodded back and the two chatted again, just like little kids.

Clay sat down again, now pulling out his phone.

Clay was texting his best friend who couldnt join the race as he got sick. He was so preoccupied with writing that he almost didnt notice that something had touched his boot. As he looked up, he saw a small ball in front of him. He took it and stood up. He looked around to see who the owner was as he saw one of the two kids walking towards him. It was the kid who got touched by the man.

He walks very odd, as if he was pretty old, Clay thought.

The kid was now standing right in front of Clay. He had to look down as the kid only reached to Clays hips.

“Everything okay?”, Clay asked.

“Yes, thank you for earlier.”, the kid answered.

“No problem. Anything else I can do for you?”, Clay answered.

“Yeah, there is one thing.”, the kid said as he reached forward and grabbed Clays balls, sending a shock through Clays body.

The next moment Clay was looking at a crotch and feeling warm leather in his hand. He got pushed to the ground and as he looked up he couldnt believe what he saw. His own body stood in front of him, feeling itself up. Clay tried to stand up but his old body kicked him back down and rested their foot on Clays chest. His body looked around to see if someone had watched.

Clay noticed that he was in a childs body as he saw his in comparison tiny arms trying to push the boot from his chest. His old body let out a chuckle, repositioned his foot on Clays chest and started to exert pressure onto it.

Clay exhaled deeply as he felt the heel of the motorcycle boot pressing against his ribs uncomfortably.

“Its not right to squeeze a mans balls.”, his old body said.

“Fuck off, child. Give me my body back!”, Clay said with the childs voice.

His old body looked shocked. He took his foot off of Clay. Clay straightened up, still sitting on the ground being confused by the reaction of his old body.

“You remember your old life? Wow, your the first one. But still, you should be thankful as both of us can now relivetheir youth!”, Clays body said.

“Both of us? My god, you’re the creepy old man!”, Clay said shocked. “This is not right! Everyone has their own life and it isnt right to elongatehis lifeby stealing others. Now give me my body back!”

“Thats not gonna happen.”

“Well, I’ll get you arrested then!”

“Oh yeah, get the cops…”

“I will!”, Clay said and walked away as fast as his small legs could go.

The old man chuckled in Clays body.

“Everyone will believe that this kid watched to many SciFi shows.”, he said to himself.

The man grabbed Clays helmet put it and the gloves on and drove away to habe fun in his new life.

Does the uniform make the man?

Nathan, Elijah, Noah and Liam were best friends. The four do everything together. Noah being the last one turning 21, they celebrated that their lives begin only now to the fullest. Liam was the Oldest one of the four, even growing a slight beard. Elijah was the tallest and Nathan had the best hair. For Noah’s birthday party, Liam managed to get some drugs. The four met in the middle of the night on a remote hill. They drank and had fun together, Elijah and Nathan were totally drunk as Liam took out the drugs.

“Are those… why and how did you get them?”, Noah asked.

“Well we’re all 21 now. I thought that we should celebrate this by doing something new.”, Liam answered.

“Waitaminute…”, Nathan stammered. “Arent those bad?”

“Yes they are, you shouldnt have those.”, said a voice behind the four guys.

All of them turned around to see a police officer standing in front of them.

“Hand them over kid. And your identity card.”, he said.

Elijah, the gay one from the group, checked out the cop. He was tall, about 6"1, had middle long dark hair, stubble beard and a good fitting uniform. He was totally Elijahs type. Elijah, still drunk, stood up to hook up with the cop, but Nathan pulled him down again before he could say anything.

Liam handed over the drugs and his identity card. The officer stowed the drugs in one of his pockets of his cargo pants and noted down the information from Liams identity card.

“You’ll be registered for drug possession Liam. I’ll let the rest of you go with a warning. If I find you again doing something like this, you’ll be registered too.”, the cop said, handing the card back to Liam. “All of you should go home.”

The cop turned around and left.

The four met the next day again. Liam was furious.

“We could’ve overpowered him”, he said.

“That could have brought us in an even worse situation.”, Noah said.

“Well, I’m in a very bad spot right now. I wont be able to get my job if I’m registered.”, Liam walked from one end of the room to the other.

“We could infiltrate the station by night and delete your profile.”, Elijah said.

“Thats way too risky.”, Nathan said.

“But it could work.”, Liam and Noah answered.

The four put together a plan to infiltrate the station. In the evening they observed the station until every cop left the building.

“Everyone left, we can sneak in.”, Liam answered.

They sneaked towards the back of the station and cracked a window open. They climbed through it into the building. They stood inside the monitoring room. Elijah got onto the computer to search the database.

“You’re not in here Liam. Looks like the cop lied to us.”, he said

“Good,  than we can disable the security cameras to navigate freely through the station.”, Liam said. He got onto the computer and disabled them.

“But why? We did what we wanted to do.”, Nathan said. Noah agreed.

“I’m gonna take my drugs back. They were expensive.”, Liam answered. “And we could take some money from the vault if we’re already here.”

“Well, I like the latter.”, Elijah said.

“Lets split up to search the vault and the keys for it.”, Liam said.

They split up and searched for the vault.

Nathan opened a door to be let down. Just the toilets, he thought. He closed the door and moved on towards the next room. He opened the door and turned on the lights. “Jackpot.”, he said, while stroking his dick in his jeans. He found the locker room and in front of him laid a freshly used uniform, complete with underwear, boots, keys and watch. He took the briefs and sniffed them. This will be great, he said to himself.

Liam, Noah and Elijah met at the vault.

“Has anyone of you seen Nathan?”, Noah asked.

“No, but I bet that he’ll be here soon. The station isnt that big and the area he was searching through was even smaller.”, Elijah answered.

“But what if a cop found him?”

“Everyone left, we counted them. Remember?”, Liam said. “Anyone found a key?”

“I found one that looked important, but I dont know if it fits.”, Elijah answered. He walked towards the vault console and tried to use the key with no success.

“You guys need a helping hand?”, said a deep voice behind the three. They turned around shocked to see a cop standing in front of them in full uniform, gun in the holster. The cop raised an eyebrow and gestured slightly with his hands. Elijah checked him out and noticed that it was the same cop from last night. The same long dark hair, now slicked back, the same good looking face with the slight beard and the good fitting uniform, only that the pants were now tucked inside his boots.

“Get him!”, Liam shouted and pushed towards the cop, who couldnt react in time and got pushed to the ground. Noah and Elijah both grabbed one of the cops arms and hold them tight to the ground. The cop struggled to free himself.

“Wait guys, stop this. Its me -”, the cop tried to say but Liam pushed a wet rag against his face. The cop felt how he got slowly weaker: the rag was trenched in chloroform.

“We’re gonna knock you out, strip you out of your uniform and take it home, tie you up to humiliate you when ypur collegues come back tomorrow and we’ll take your keys for the vault.”, Liam said angrily.

The three thought that they managed to knock the cop out as he stopped to fight back. Suddenly the cop managed to kick Liam away from him. The rag fell to the ground and the cop grasped for air.

“It’s me, Nathan!”, the cop shouted. His eyes were filled with fear. Elijah and Noah looked shocked but they didnt let go of his arms.

“Prove it.”, Liam said, getting back up.

“Eh… eh… I looked like this after I put on the complete uniform. Maybe I turn into my old self if I dont wear the complete uniform anymore.”, the cop said.

Liam grabbed the cops right foot and yanked of the combat boot. He looked at the cop and let the boot fall to the ground. Elijah took the boot ans sniffed it.

“He smells so good.”, he mumbled.

“And? Did I change back?”, the cop said.

“Nope.”, Liam answered.

“Then… ask me questions only you guys and I, Nathan, could answer.”

“Where did we meet today?”, Noah asked.

“At your home. Elijah was late as always.”, the cop answered.

“He could’ve watched us after last night. That isnt a good question.”, Liam said.

“If you are Nathan, why did you pull me back down last night?”, Elijah asked.

“Well, you were drunk as fuck and wanted to hook up with this body right? Your type didnt change since you were 13 and he totally fits that category.”, the cop answered.

“Yeah, you’re Nathan.”

“One last question to really prove it.”, Liam said. “When did we first meet?”

“In Kindergarten. We hated each other at first as you took my toys.”, Nathan said.

Elijah and Noah let go of his arms. All three stood up.

Nathan in his new body towered over them.

“How did you get like this?”, they asked.

“You know I have a thing for uniforms and I found the locker room. There was a used uniform so I put it on. Just for fun, I wanted to see if it suits me but then it changed me to this. The funny part is that I can remember everything this body I’m in,  Josh, went through.”, Nathan answered.

“Are there more?”, Elijah asked.

“Yeah! I saw three other uniforms.”

Elijah and Liam finished putting their uniform on and transformed too. Noah struggled a bit binding the laces from his boots.

“Isnt this great?”, Nathan said. “I could imagine spending the rest of my life as Josh.”

“Yeah, I could get used to this.”, Elijah said.

All four of them spend the whole morning exploring their new bodies.

At 6am they heard someone entering the building. The door of the locker room opened and a collegue entered the room. He looked surprised.

“Josh, Damian, Nathaniel and Sam. I didnt think that the squad would be here so early.”, he said and chuckled.

“Well, sometimes you have to change some things in your life.”, Nathan said as Josh.

“So true.”

The four left the locker room.

“What do you think: cop squad forever?”, Nathan asked.

“Hell yeah.”, the others answered.

The four posed in front of their new car for a photo to remember the start of their new life.

Enough is enough

This is me. I’m stuck with my annoying roommate Ryan because of this stupid pandemic. Before all of this happened, he let me go. He ignored me. We shared an appartement because both of us studied. I was searching for a place to stay and he allowed it as long as I’m paying part of the rent.

Now with the pandemic, everything changed. He annoys me and threatens me to kick me out if I’m not doing his exercises for his course of studies. I comply as he is this typical jock you know. Probably played football in highschool.

I, on the other hand, am a scrawny nerd. Not as tall as him, definitely no muscles and so on.

But one day he went to far. He brought me new tasks even though I was already behind with my own tasks.

“You’ll do them for me as I’m leaving soon. Going on a date.”, he said. He was already dressed for it.

“On a date? Again? This is the fifth girl you hooked up in only three days. Dont you think it is wrong to do this right now in the middle of a pandemic?”, I replied. I knew that I could get in trouble because of this, but I had an ace up my sleeve is something goes south.

His expression cjanged fro  happiness to anger.

“Listen close, scrawny! My lovelife isnt something you should think about. Finish my tasksand you’ll be fine. One more remark and I’ll kick you out.”, he shouted.

That was it. I jumped towards him and managed to bring him down. I kicked him in the nuts and knocked him out.

I never saw him unconscious before and I realized again why he gets so many women. He was incredibly handsome. He could wear a trashbag and still look good.

I never dared to tell him that I was gay. Of course I also had fantasies ablut him. I thought that he would kick me out if he knew it.

I opened the website I found about body hopping. I followed the instructions and took off my clothes. After that I stripped him.

I took of his beautiful brown dress shoes and his black socks. Followed by his grey jeans and underpants. I stripped him off his jacket and pullover. I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off as well as his watch.

I followed the instructions further and laid straight on top of him. The tips of our dicks had to touch. I put my arms around his back, closed my eyes and rolled us around.

As I opened my eyes I was looking at the floor. As I stood up I saw Ryans arms. It worked, I was now in Ryans body.

I put his clothes back on and cancelled my date. I downloaded Grindr onto Ryans phone and took a nice pic to use. I knew I’d hook up with a cute gay jock tonight.

Becoming Officer Bradley part 2

I grabbed him by his ankles and pushed my in comparison small dick into his tight hole.

Aiden let out a deep moan. I started to raise the tempo with every thrust until I shot into my boy.

“Mmph… fuck, it feels-so good-but-it burns.”, he said.

I noticed that he was reaching his climax too but I forbid him to shoot his load.

I could see how he struggled to hold it in but he succeded. I took two pills out of a drawer and let him swallow one. The other one went down my throat. I placed him with his back against a wall and prepared myself mentally to swap bodies.

I thought about this mountain of muscle I’ll control soon, about his deep voice, his massive cock.

I shook my body and walked backwards to Aiden. He grabbed me, lifted me into the air and slid his massive cock into my ass, just as I told him. As he pushed himself further in, I thought I’d pass out from the pain. His arms were wrapped around my torso like snakes pushing me against him.

I put my arms around his neck.

“Do it.”, I said. He grabbed my hips and started to push us together. As we started to melt together I felt an unknown sensation. It didnt feel like his cock was in me, it felt as if it was mine. I could feel the pent up cum in it. He pressed further and a tingle spread through my lower body. I couldnt feel my legs anymore, but I could feel Aidens big bubble butt.

His hands moved upwards, pushing my upper body against his abs. It sounded as if a suction cup unsticked. I felt how my upper body got pulled into his. Aiden started to grunt, partly because of the pain. It almost completely entered him. Only my neck, head and arms were sticking out.

Next up, Aiden pushed our heads together. With his strong hands it felt as if he would crush my skull but suddenly after that, my vision was like 8 inches higher. It was on his height. Our heads had finally merged. I was now in control of his body except the arms and legs. Aiden, still somewhere in this body grabbed my left arm and pushed it into his. After that I could control his left arm. I took his right arm and pushed it against mine to merge it.

All of this was incredibly exhausting. I had now full control over Aidens, now mine, upper body. I let my hands run over my sweaty abs, over my now massive cock until I had reached my old legs. My feet were hanging in the air as Aiden was so much taller. I pressed them against Aidens legs. As they started to merge,  I thought that I could feel them again but I noticed shortly after that, that I started to feel Aidens legs. My old legs now completely submerged, I had full control over Aidens body. I felt every muscle in his body. I knew everything he learned, everything he experienced.

I concentrated my thoughts on this body and made a step back. My old body left my new one and fell face first to the ground.

It stood up and faced me directly. His hard dick wobbled up and down, just like mine.

“Who are you?”, I asked. It should be Aiden but in my body with my name.

“Simon Dougherty. Your servant.”, he said.

Good, I thought.

I picked him up beneath his armpits and walked with him towards the bench. It was unbelievable easy to lift him, now that I was the strong one. While walking to the bench, I could feel a slight pain in my ass and my old cum leaking out of it.

I placed Aiden, now Simon, on the bench and spread his legs. I carefully slid my massive dick into his tight hole. With every thrust I shot a load into him. Only after a few seconds he passed out. I for myself could continue for hours, thanks to the stamina of my new body. I layed down next to him and slept.

As I woke up, Simon was already stroking over my muscular legs. It was 4am, time to put on the uniform.

I ordered Simon to jerk off while watching me putting it on. I took his old jockstrap, put it up to my nose and after that slipped it over my muscular thighs. I continued with his otc socks, pulling them up completely. After that I got into his shirt and vest. I attached his police badge back onto the vest. I stepped into his pants and pulled them up. They fit tightly around my muscular legs. I secure it with my utility belt. After that I put on my combat boots, tucked my pants in and lifted them up. I ordered Simon to tie them.

As Simo  finished tieing them, it was completed. I stole the life of Aiden Bradley, a hot cop. I took a pair of sunglasses out of my vest and put them on.

I wanted to leave the building as I remembered Simon. I turned around.

“Put on your clothes, go home and think ablut your life.”, I ordered him.

I left the building to start my new life and never looked back.

Becoming Officer Bradley part 1

I was sitting alone in the room I’d rented for my special project. Some days ago I got pulled over and should have gotten a speeding ticket. Of course I did this intentionally. I looked out for the cop who was on oatrol that day and drove with 18mph over limit past him. He pulled me over and wanted to give me a speeding ticket. I excused myself that my child was sick and that I had to drive home fast. I gave him a card that he could get some free massages if he would let me go with a warning. Of course He didnt know that this was all a bait. He agreed.

Now waiting in this room I hoped that this hunk would enter. And he finally came.

It already got dark outside but I saw how his police car drove onto the driveway. As he entered with big steps I remembered why I chose him. Standing about 6"4, he was intimidating with his muscular physique, big biceps, broad shoulders, big hands, muscular calves,…

He had this cheeky but nice grin no one could resist. As he entered he looked around.

“Looks like you have nothing to do.”, he said. His deep baritone voice made me shiver.

“My last customer left an hour ago.”, I lied.

He pulled the card out of one of his vest pockets.

“I want to redeem this.”, he said.

He holds it into the air. I acted as if I didnt recognise it from the start.

“Oh yeah, of course.”, I answered. I gestured towards a massage bench. “Which ones do you want?” I handed him a card with multiple kind of massages. He sat down on the bench and reads the card. He chuckled at one point, looked at me and then read further. I bet he read my feet massage.

He handed the card back and looked at me, again with his cheeky smile.

“You know, after such a long day of work, my feet are really tired. And after that I’ll take a back massage.”, he said quiet cocky.

“Good choices. Do you want anything else? Maybe something to drink?”, I said.

He laid down onto the bench, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“I’ll take a glass of water.”

I went into a back room and mixed a sleeping pill into a glass of water and brought it to him. It would make the future process easier. He took and glass and a big sip out of it.

“Do you want me to straighten up the bench?”, I asked. I hoped for a yes so he would see how I’d work on his feet until he was completely servant.

“Yeah, that’d be great.”, he answered.

I pulled up the head part of the bench and sat down at his feet. They looked incredibly massive in those black combat boots. I could no other than letting out a gasp because of it. He chuckled.

“I know I have big feet.”, he said. From this position he looked really nice. What a shame.

I took his left foot in my hand and searched for a zipper but it didnt have one so I untied his laces. It took some time as it was tied really tightly. As I finally managed to pull his first combat boot off by having one hand at the heel and one at the tip, his formerly tucked in pants fell onto his ankle. I wanted so bad to raise his boot to my noise but it had to wait as he was watching. I put it to the ground and as I turned to his ither boot I could finally smell his sweaty feet. It was a real turn on and I was happy that he couldnt see how my dick raised against my pants. I untied his second boot. This time I had to wiggle it a bit more to get it off. He finished his glass water and relaxed.

“Do you want me to keep your socks on?”, I asked. I just wanted to see his bare feet.

“Ehh… keep ‘em on.”, he said. His face looked kind of confused.

“Alright. I always ask customers what they prefer.”, I said. He nodded and leaned back again. I started to massage his left foot. I made sure to hit the spots to make him completely servant. He started to moan silently and closed his eyes. It looked like he enjoyed it. I finished his left foot and took on his right one. He must’ve liked it so much that he started to touch his dick beneath his good looking pants. Good, he’s loaded there too. It showed that my technique started to work. As I finished I took both of his combat boots in my hands. Without opening his eyes he said:“If you’re finished, you can put my boots back on.”

“Well, there is this thing I always wanted to do.”, I said.

He leaned forwards and opened his eyes. He looked incredibly tired. Another proof that it’s working.

“What exactly do you want?”, he asked not so nice anymore.

“It feels so wrong to bribe a cop.”, I said holding a $50 bill. I made a pause. “I’d love to smell your boots and socks.”

“Oh, you’re one of those. I’ve heard of you guys. People who live to smell people’s dirty feet.”, he gestures to hand him the bill. I do so. “Go ahead. Knock yourself put.”, he said, putting the bill away.

I raised his boot to my nose and took a deep breath. His smell overwhelmed me. Such a manly smell. I could imagine just by this smell what he did the whole day with his imposing, good looking body in this sexy uniform. I licked the inside of his boot and he didnt notice it. Next, I rolled up one of leg of his pants till I reached his knee. He wiggled his toes on the yellow tip of his sock. I ran my fingers down his leg until I reached the start of his black otc socks. I pulled it over his muscular calve to his feet and then off of it. I took a deep breath as he said:“Now put 'em back on.”

“Well…”, I pulled out another bill.

“Yeah?”, he didnt seem to be turned off by me.

“Can I lick your sole?”

“Hmm… I’ll do it for twice of that.”, he pointed to the bill. I took out another and handed them over.

I let my tongue slide over his bare foot, from heel to his toes. I started to suck on each toe as his body started to twitch slightly. That was it. It was done.

I stood up, the young cop’s eyes followed.

“Who are you?”, I asked with my firmest voice.

“Police off… I-I’m your boy. Aiden Bradley.”, the cop stammered.

“Good boy.”

I pulled off my shoes and put his combat boots on. They were way too big for me but it still felt great and got my blood pumping through my dick. I tucked my cargo pants in and tied the laces. I walked around the bench so I could stand behind him. I took his police badge and waved it in front of his face. “Looks like you wont need them anymore.”

I started to take off his heavy vest by opening the velcro and the zipper beneath it. I pulled both of his muscular arms out of the vest and put it next to me on the ground.

I opened his heavy equipment belt and put it to the ground. I unzipped his pants to pull his shirt out of it. I started to unbutton it slowly, feeling his chest muscles beneath the tight fitting shirt. I pushed him forwards to pull it off of him. I grabbed him by his breast muscles and pulled himself back towards me. I walked around the bench again.

I started to peel off his other sock. Next I grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him towards me, his calves now hanging in the air. I grabbed his uniform pants und pulled them off of him. I pushed the crotch area against my face and took a deep breath. The sweet smell of cum and sweat filled my nose. I dropped them to admire that beefcake in front of me. Aiden Was just sitting there wearing nothing but a small jockstrap, smiling at me.

“Who’s the boss now?”, I asked with a devilish grin.

“You are.”, he answered.

“Stand up boy.”

He got off of the bench and stood in front of me. He was towering over me by at least 8 inches. Even though I was wearing his boots and he didnt. I ran my fingers over his sweaty abs until I reached his jockstrap. With a quick pull it was laying on his feet. He stepped out of it.

“Now be close to me and strip me off my clothes.”, I ordered and he followed.

He turned me around and pressed his hips and dick against my back. I felt how it pulsated and pre-cum dripped against my shirt. He carefully unbuttoned it with his massive hands. Standing there I could smell his manly sweat.I turned my head to smell his armpits. He pulled my shirt off and opened my belt pants. He turned me around again. His dick now touched my flat and pale belly and mine grazes his inner thigh. Only now being so close to him, I realised how tan he was. It definitely complemented his abs.

He bowed down to lift at first my left and then my right feet to untie and pull off his old boots and my socks. After that he pulled off my pants. He looked surprised that I didnt wear something beneath as my dick popped out of it right in front of his head.

While I bet that his beautiful lips would give an amazing blowjob I pulled him up on his feet and pushed him onto the bench again.

“Spread your legs boy!”, I ordered. He lifted his massive legs to reveal his hole. I couldnt believe I was losing my viriginity to this beefcake.

Little help

“Shit, I’m late.”, Michael thought as he put on his watch. He slipped into his nice black dress shoes and corrected his tie in the mirror.

He took his jacket and left his appartement. He tried to take the elevator but it took him too long to arrive so He took the stairs. The sound of his heels hitting the ground with every step echoed through the stairwell. He never ran down the stairs as fast as on this day. He finally left the building and walked down the street. He became nervous thinking about the presentation he has to hold in front of his boss this afternoon. The presentation could be his ticket for a seat on the council of the company he works at.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he hardly even noticed that he was stopping because he subconsciously noticed something in an alley. Michael observed the alley and saw a man waving him over. Michael knew that he shouldnt go into the alley as that would be one of the places were murder happen or someone gets raped. But Michael always wants to help people if they are in trouble and this man looked like he could need some help.

“I still have 5 hours till my presentation. I can fill up my working hours after that.”, Michael thought.

He entered the alley carefully, trying to watch out for any trap. He stopped 6 feet away from the man. Michael could now see that the man was probably his age and he looked hispanic. His hair looked well-groomed but he was definitely chubby. He only wore some dirty socks which had holes, underpants and a dirty shirt.

“Is everything okay?”, Michael asked.

“I accidentally locked myself out of my apartment, two days ago.”, he answered with a jeavy accent. He pointed towards a door on his right side. “The shop owner on the other side of the street has a second key for it. I cant go over like this.” His hands made a move towards his dirty clothes.

Michael didnt know what to do. He felt uncomfortable in this situation. “Should I go over and ask the owner to give it to me?”

“He wouldnt. He’ll only gibe the key to me.”, the man answered. He made a pause. “Could I borrow your good looking suit so I can go and get the key?”, he asked.

Michael was irritated. He never thought someone would ask a question like this.

“The shirt, pants and shoes would be enough too. No need for a tie.”, he added.

Michael was tempted to do it. He wanted to help this man so bad. “But what if the man wouldnt return with my suit?”, Michael thought.

“I’m sorry, but I wont take off my suit. I’m already late for work. I hope someone will help you.”, Michael answered politely.

“Come on man, just for 10 minutes and I’ll give it back.”, the man begged.

“The answer is no.”, Michael said and turned around to leave. He was almost on the main street again as he felt a pull on his right foot. As he looked down he saw that he only wore his left shoe anymore. Michael turned around and saw the man holding Michaels shoe his hand. “Only your pants and your other shoe, please.”, he begged.

“Give me back my shoe now or I’ll call the police you filthy homeless!”, Michael answered briskly.

The man threw the shoe in front of Michael and mumbled an okay as he walked towards the back of the alley again.

Michael kneeled down to put on his shoe again and went to work after that.

He thought alot about the encounter at work. In the afternoon, the presentation went great. Michael got his seat at the council.

Over the next few days Michael forgot about the crazy man in the alley until he walked past it one evening. Michael thought that he heard something and watched the alley. He remembered the man from a few days ago and left towards his appartement. He took the elevator and opened his door. Michael entered his bedroom and wanted to undress. He bend over to untie his shoes as he felt a painful hit at the back of his head. Michael collapsed unconscious immediately.

As he woke up Michael noticed that something was tied around his ankles and wrists. Michael opened his eyes to see that he was tied to his bed, still wearing his suit and shoes. He tried to free himself until he noticed someone standing in the shadow of the corner.

“You wont be able to free yourself,  even though you have those muscles.”, a voice with a heavy accent said.

Michael knew that accent. It was the man from the alley.

“How did you get in here?”, Michael shouted in disbelief.

“That doesnt matter.”, he answered. “What matters, is that you didnt help me back then but now you will.” He stepped out of the corner, revealing that he still wore his dirty clothes. “I lost my job because of you.  Because you didnt want to lend me your suit.”

Michael was shocked.

“But now I’m here for revenge.”, he said with a devilish grin. “I mixed something together while you were at work.” He walked over to a drawer and took out a bottle filled with a black liquid and a glass. He poured the liquid into the glass and sat down next to Michael. He grabbed Michaels throat causing him to open his mouth. The man poured the liquid into Michaels mouth and made him swallow it.

Michael felt how his body started to feel numb. He wasnt able to move anymore.

The man untied Michael and started to run his hand over his suit. He laid down next to Michael and pulled Michael towards him So that Michael was laying in the mans lap, between his legs.

“What are you doing? Stop that!”, Michael said, trying to get his body to move.

The man let his fingers run over Michaels muscular body again. He played with Michaels nipples beneath the tight shirt.

Michael felt how the mans dick was rising and pushing against his back.

The man grabbed Michaels head by the back and pushed him forwards. He pulled of the suits jacket and let Michaels back fall against his belly. He took Michaels tie off and opened some buttons of the shirt. He pushed his hands beneath the shirt to touch Michaels abs. He took them out again and pushed them into Michaels pants. He fondled with his balls for some time until he pulled his hands out again.

The man pushed Michael to the side, left the bed and walked towards Michaels feet. He grabbed him by his ankles and pulled Michael towards him. He opened Michaels belt and pulled pants and underpants down to the ankle. He pulled his own underpants down, revealing a throbbing dick, and lifts Michaels legs into the air. He placed the legs onto his shoulders and strokes over Michaels otc gold-toe-socks and his hairy leg.

“Now you will feel how sorry you are for not helping me!”, the man said grabbing Michael by the hips.

“Please, dont do this. Please.”, Michael whimpers.

The man pushed his thick cock into Michaels hole. Michael mourned because of the pain. The man pushed in a fast rythm and shot his load into Michael. Happy with what he did to Michael, the man now stripped himself and Michael completely naked.

He took Michaels socks and put them on, followed by his underpants and pants. As he put on Michaels suit, Michael noticed a change in appearence at his own body and with the hispanic man. Michael himself started to loose his muscles and the hispanic started to loose his belly and gain muscles. The man giggled at Michaels surprised looking face. He put on the shirt, tugged it into the pants and tied the tie around his neck. At this point, Michael had lost all of his muscles and gained a small chubby belly. The man on the other hand now filled Michaels suit with his muscles.

“And now the finishing touch!”, the man said.

He took both dress shoes and sniffed them. Michael could see how the dick moved beneath the pants. He was disgusted by the fact that the man managed to switch muscles just by putting on Michaels most beloved suit.

The man put both shoes on, bowed down and tied the laces. As he got up again. Michael looked at his own face. He didnt want to think about the fact, that he could look like the hispanic man now.

“Look at me. Dont I look fabulous?”, the man said.

“Give me my body back!”, Michael screamed. “You May look like me, bit you still have that heavy accent!”

The man giggled and ran his hands over his now muscular body. “Watch this.”, he said.

He grabbed the jacket and put it on.

“How do I sound now?”, the man asked with Michaels deep voice.

“Thats not possible!”, Michael said. He was shocked as he heard himself with the thick accent the hispanic man had.

The man laid down again next to Michael and ran his fingers over Michaels now chubby body.

“I’ll slightly miss this body.”, he said. “But I’m more than pleased with yours Michael. Thanks to you I can now live a new life. I got a job again, where I earn enough money.” He kissed Michael. “You know Michael, this wouldnt have happened to you, if you’d helped me back then. I would’ve returned your suit, but you were greedy. Now I’ll live your life and help people. But before I start, I have to get rid of you tomorrow.”

The man leaves Michael on the bed. Now standing in the doorframe, the man turns around one last time. “You have great taste in suits.”, he said, rubbing his dick beneath his pants.

“As soon as I manage to move again, I’ll find you and take my body back!”, Michael shouted.

The man gigled, turned the lights for the bedroom off and closed the door. Michael was all alone in the dark.

Getting back together

I had a great time with my girlfriend, Sara. We know each other since kindergarten and we were a couple since high school. We graduated together and managed to fulfill our dreams. We both became professional dancers. We started of small as background dancers in some musicals or local stage plays. I was fine with that and slowly let myself go. I lost my muscular body for a slightly chubby look.

But Sara wanted more. She managed to get an award and got contracts for multiple TV shows and big stage plays.

She was finally happy for some time and even got myself some bigger events to dance. But after a while she wasnt happy anymore. At first I thought that she didnt like to be in the spotlight but after some time I noticed that she wasnt happy with me anymore. She made comments about my weight and that she loved my old look. She stayed at work longer and longer. One of the reasons she gave for this was a new play where she was the leading dancer.

One day I followed her to work and waited till she went home. She left work way earlier than she was home the last couple of weeks. She drove away and I followed her. I found out that she met with another man. Of course she got herself a tall, muscular, good looking guy. They’ve met almost every day and I started to look him up. Rurik Gislason, a soccer player.

As time went on and they’ve seen each other more and more, our relationship started to break. One night it escalated. She came home and was annoyed about me. She told me that I should train more to get jobs again or she’ll leave me. In anger I told her that I knew about her and Rurik and we ended our relationship. She officially left me for him and I was all alone. That evening I knew that I wanted to change something as I couldnt live without her.

I searched the darkweb for a solution. At first I wanted a love spell but I couldnt find any. I stumbled upon a shady looking website but I thought I should give it a try and ordered a body possession set.

It arrived the next day and I studied tje instructions. I drove to Rurik and found out that he was practicing soccer alone somewhere near his house. I drove to the soccer field and found him practicing alone.

I walked up to him and noticed how confused he was.

“Can I help you?”, he asked.

What a beautiful thick accent he has, I thought. No wonder Sara left me for him.

I now stood right in front of him, he looked nervous.

I quickly grabbed his hand, shook it, threw a coin in front of him, touched his shoulder and forehead. Just like it was described in the instructions and it worked. Rurik was hypnotized.

I ordered him to get into the locker and he complied. In the locker room I made him fall to sleep. He fell to his knees before his head hit the ground. His ass was now up in the air.

I sat down next to him, rolled him into my arms and started to strip him naked for the ritual. I started with his jersey, revealing his tattoo and abs. I started to smell the smell of his armpits. What a manly smell. I lifted his legs with his over knee soccer socks and shoes onto my shoulders and pulled down  his sport shorts. To my surprise he was wearing nothing beneath it. I looked at his massive hairy cock, thinking about how it’ll be mine soon. I grabbed one leg after the other and pulled his soccer cleats and socks off. They’ve got a sweaty smell which, together with seeing his tall, manly body laying in front of me, turned me on. I ran my hands over his perfect body which will soon be mine.

I stripped myself naked and took the possession machine I bought out of a bag.

It looked like a respirator connected via two tubes to a vacuum suction cup for dicks. It was difficult to get the suction cup over his dick but after five minutes I finally made it. I layed down next to him and started to breath into the respirator. I felt a tickle in my body as energy started to flow into his dick. I saw how my body started to age rapidly as his body started to convulse. My sight got blurry and I passed out.

When I woke up I noticed that something was different. I could feel something was sucking on my dick. I leaned up and admired Ruriks, my new body.  I pulled the suction cup from my dick causing me to moan. It made my body shiver and for the first time in a long time I could feel a muscular body again. As I looked next to me, my old body was laying there as if it was part of an old grave. I pult the respirator from my old face, causing the body to crumble to dusk.

I stood up to grab his used clothes as he got a phone call. It was my girlfriend.

I answered and could hear my new beautiful accent every time I opened my mouth to speak. After the call I unlocked his phone through his memories to take one last photo as a soccer player, signifying the end of his old life.

Back home, I waited for my girlfriend to arrive. I told her that I thought about quitting soccer to do something new. She was open to the idea when I told her that I wanted to spend more time with her. I thought about applying to a dance show she was a part of so we could dance together.

Fast forward 6 months and I’m finally dancing with my girlfriend from high school again and that with a better body than I could’ve had achieved. We have so much fun in this competition we are dancing in and at home we are more intimate than ever. I just hope that she’ll never find out about what I did to the real Rurik.

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This possession was a commission from a friend.

Soccer babe

It was on vacation where my boyfriend broke up with me when I first saw him.

I was on my own at the beach, surrounded by strangers sunbathing. After the breakup I didn’t feel comfortable in my body. I was short, a bit chubby and pale.

I sat in the shadows beneath a parasol, looking around for a new, hopefully gay, hunk, when I saw him coming out of the water. A beautiful, tall man, if I had to guess probably 6"3. He had nice abs, a great looking beard, chiseled jaw, tattoos and that special look on his face.

I snapped some pictures of him, so I’d never forget him. I watched him go past me, towards a woman. Sadly, that means that he wont take me as his boyfriend, I probably wouldnt have been his type either.

The rest of the vacation I’ve watched him as much as possible. I stalked him  in the lobby, when he ate dinner and when he went to the beach.

After vacation ended, the pictures I took of him, slowly became an obsession. I looked at them when I wanted to go to sleep, I ate with them and so on. I just wanted to be together with him.

One day, I found out that he is a soccer player, Olivier Giroud. I never really watched it because its not my type of sports but I started to watch it just because of him. I even bought an anual pass to watch his games live. I went so far to apply for a job where I took pictures of the games for magazins. It was a great time. I could be near him without him noticing my obsession.

But my obsession became worse after I saw him play so often. I wanted to feel him, touch him, be him! Or at least wanted him as my slave.

I searched day and night for a solution. I found spells to make someone a slave, but they required an agreement with the one who would become the slave. So that wasnt possible. I searched further und further until I found a swap spell on the darkweb. It sounded pretty easy and I’d have all his memories and abilities. I learned the spell and waited for the next game to happen.

The game started and I looked for an opportunity to work my magic. Fifty minutes in and no opportunity had arisen until Olivier made a header and got hurt.

He fell to the ground and tried to stand up.

But he couldnt. Paramedics came to get him off the field. Even his coach worried about him. The paramedics brought Olivier into the locker. That was my chance.

I had stolen a crew key which I now wore on a lanyard to get closer to him. Nobody questioned my stay in the building because of the key. I waited for the paramedics to leave Olivier alone to sneak in.

Olivier didnt noticed when I got into the locker as he started to take of his soccer kit starting with the cleats.

I sneaked up on him and knocked him out. I stripped him off his other shoe and sock, his shorts, jockstrap and jersey. I took some ropes out of my bag and tied him up. I stripped myself completely naked and put on his sweaty soccer clothes. I kneeled in front of him and played the scenario through in my head, one last time: I’d chant the spell, suck him off, wake up in his body and shout for help. He would be in my body confused and when security comes into the room, it would look like he tied me up to have some fun.

I chanted the spell and brought my head in position to give him a blowjob. I was so close that I could smell his sweat.

My lips closed around his big soft dick. My tongue played with the tip of his dick and it became hard very fast. Faster than I thought it would be. I played further with it and started to suck. His body started to cramp, his muscles twitching. His warm nectar of life ran down my throat. I sucked him dry and stood up.

I didnt felt a thing. I was scared. What is, if it doesnt work? I started to panic right before I collapsed. When I opened my eyes again, I could see my old, pale body standing in front of me in a soccer kit.

I was amazed. I felt how tightly I tied the ropes around his muscles. I felt how my muscles fought against them. I tried to free myself but I couldnt. As I looked up again I could see my old body looking at me with a tilted head. He kneeled down and came closer towards my new cock.

“Security! Help me! Security!”, I shouted. Olivier in my old body backed away.

“Wait a minute… that is my voice…”, he whispered in confusion.

The doors swing open and four guards come in. One whispered “What the fuck is going on.”

“Wait, I can explain.”, Olivier said. “Well, not really as I dont really know what happened.”

“You can tell us everything on your way to your cell.”, one guard said, while he handcuffed him and lead him away with a second guard.

Another lifted my old clothes from the ground and said:“We’ll bring your soccer kit back as soon as possible.”

The other one untied me and apologized that they didnt notice the entruder. Then they left.

I was finally alone. I sniffed my smelly armpits, touched my abs and flexed my arms. As I finished I took a shower. I grabbed some fresh clothes and put them on. Some otc socks, a black washed out jeans, a red and white checkered shirt and a leather jacket.

As I put on my shoes, a guard comes in and hands me my used soccer kit with the cleats and jockstrap.

I put everything in a bag and search for the advise the paramedics gave Olivier in his memories. He should drive home to get some rest as he could have gotten a concussion. So I grabbed my things and left the building.

The first months with Oliviers wife were dificult as I’m gay. We sorted it out and we agreed that I shouldnt talk about Olivier now being bisexual. She is okay with the fact that Olivier is now dating men and she supports him/me now more than ever in regards to everything. Even soccer. In public we still show ourselves as a couple in love.

A second chance

Trust me, its incredibly boring to be a ghost. At least I thoight that till some time ago when I found out thta I can possess people.

In my ghost form, I’m trapped in the building I died in. The good thing is that this building is a hotel so I could haunt some guests who came to sleep here ober the last 150 years. Sadly that got boring very fast. But I found out that I can possess unsuspecting people, and when I possess someone, I can leave the building.

I possessed multiple people already, men and women alike. It was great to walk around and see how the city had changed over the last 150 years. Now, there is a guest in the hotel who booked a room for 3 months and I’ll spend some of that time as him.

The day, where I wanted to possess him had arrived and he got into an elevator to get to his bike. I got ready to pull down his pants so I could enter him through the widest hole.

He took out his phone and stopped the elevator to make a mirror selfie and I thought that would be a great opportunity to expose him.

Sadly, I didnt get the timing right. I pulled his leather pants down and pushed myself into his hole. As I entered he dropped his phone  and helmet and he let out a deep moan. He pulled his pants in front of his dick up and tried to grab for the thing that tried to invade him, but he couldnt touch me. I entered further and managed to lift him in the air. The tip of his boots scraped over the metal surface of the elevator. He still tried to grab me but I was already so far in that he lost control over some of his motor functions. His body started to shake and the only noise he could get out were some gargling sounds. I entered his body completely and it fell to the ground. I rearanged my own ghostly limbs with his flesh and stood up.

I finally felt a body again. I felt how pre-cum dripped from his hard, pulsating cock against the warm leather pants, how his clothes fit like a second skin. I felt the deep breaths as the body was partially exhausted from me. I smelled the sweat. It was great to be a living human being.

I pulled up my pants completely, tucked the white shirt back in and took my phone and helmet from the ground. I let the elevator continue and went to my motorcycle. As I arrived, I put on my gloves and searched his memories and how to drive.

When  I was alive, there were no motorcycles. The first cars were just released but nothing else. I took the memories and how to drive and I found out that I possessed Jason, a bike lover and son of a billionaire family.

I drove off through the surrounding landscapes. It was the greatest feeling I’ve ever experienced. It felt like freedom.

This was the moment where I decided to extend my stay in Jason from around three days to around a week.

Now he has to leave the hotel as the three months are over. I have to admit that I stayed inside Jason for almost the complete three months. I left his body after two weeks but I felt insecure and as if I had lost a part of myself whenever I wasnt in him so I possessed him again when he slept.

I packed his things, ready to leave the hotel until Jason dies. I couldnt let him leave without me.

Now two months later it feels liberating driving on the streets, living somewhere else. I was stuck in that hotel for 150 years. I deserved a different life and I see this as my second chance. Sometimes I feel sorry for Jason as I took over his life, but that is a sacrifice I can live with.

“I wasn’t looking specifically for you man. You were just the easiest to go for.”, the nerd said.

Nick just stared at the nerd, who managed to ambush him from behind, right when Nick finished his workout session and wanted to go for a piss before changing clothes. Now, sitting uncomfortable on the toilet seat, he couldnt move a muscle, probably because of some muscle relaxant that was injected through the syringe which was still sticking in his biceps. His whole body felt numb.

What does he want, Nick thought. His money? His credit card? His car keys? That was right before the nerd started to strip completely naked.

Nick tried to fight back but he was unable to do so. I dont want to get rapid, he thought.

The nerd undressed himself and turned Nick around, letting him stare against the wall.

Nick felt how the nerd came closer to let his finger run over Nicks back.

“You will a slight discomfort but dont worry, It wont hurt.”, the punk said. “You know, some time in the future you wont remember this. It’ll be like a bad dream and everything between now and then will be your own memories. Nothing to worry about, right?”

Nick was confused, what does the nerd mean?

The nerd lifted Nick with ease and placed himself beneath Nick so that his dick was gliding without any problems into Nicks ass. Nick felt how the small rod wiggled from left to right until it felt like his dick was extending towards Nicks thick cock with a tingle. It was almost a great feeling, thought Nick as the tingle spreads through his whole lower body.

The nerd takes Nicks hairy legs and aligns them ontop of his own. After that Nick feels how he slowly sinks towards the toilet seat. He notices how something glides through his skin into his body. That was when Nick started to feel his calves twitch but it wasnt him who did this.

“Mmmhhh, those muscles feel so great. Let me in deeper, jockboy.”, the nerd said.

There was a pleasure in his voice that caused Nick to shiver. He tried in horror to fight back whatever the nerd is doing to him but he couldnt move a muscle.

The nerd grabbed Nicks chest and pulled it towards him which lead to the tingle to spread in Nicks upper body causing his cock to twitch.

The nerd cackled and Nicks arms started to move. They fondled with Nicks naked body until they’ve reached his head and grabbed it. Nick felt how the head of the nerd came closer, breathing right into his ear.

“I’ll love the time being you. Thank you for your cooperation.”, he whispered.

Nicks hands pressed his head right against the nerds and after a short time, it glid into one.

Nicks body stood up, letting out a deep sigh. The nerd loved controlling this tall and fit body. He put Nicks shorts on and admired his muscular new body in the mirror.

It was not safe to explore this body to the fullest in the locker room so he grabbed Nicks sportbag and left the gym to go to his new home.

That was now almost a year ago and the nerd probably enjoys being Nick too much as he had planned to stay inside him for 3 months.

The nerd took good care of Nicks body as he trained almost daily. It was never easier for the nerd to gain muscles so he thought that it wont be  a problem to stay inside Nick for a little longer.

Detective Mark

It was largely a standard mission. To infiltrate and arrest criminals and drug dealers. Not a big thing.

The problem is that they’ve managed to get their hands on one of those body possession machines. Thats how they managed to get out of prison. According to the latest report, they have taken teenagers in possession. After that mission everything changed, but let me tell you about it from the start.

I was making myself something to eat as my boss walked in to talk to me.

“I got a new mission for you, Mark. Top secret, if you agree to do it.”, he said.

“I’m listening. What should I do?”, I answered.

“Criminals escaped the prison. Kenny Miller and Dan Schwarz. You know them?”

“Of course. I was the one who brought them behind bars. How did they escape?”

“Body possession. They got two guards which we later found unconscious 2 miles next to the prison.”

“And my mission is to arrest them?”

“Roughly, yes. According to our latest reports they’ve managed to possess bodies of teenagers on a high school to start selling drugs again.”

Now I knew what he wanted.

“I wont do that. You know I’m not into that.”, I said.

“Top secret,  remember Mark. You’re in.”, he answered with a grin.

I let out a deep breath.

“Who will I take over?”, I asked.

“The adoptive son of my dead sister.  He goes to the same school and was friends with the possessed victims. He is ready, so if you could follow me.”

My boss walks away and I follow him through a door into the next room. The machine took almost the entire space of the room and by the looks of it, it was ready to use.

In front of it was a young guy, probably my new body. He turns around to reveal his thick glasses. He has to be almost blind without them, I thought.

“Hi, I’m Eric.”, he said reaching forward to shake my hand. I felt how he checked me out. How he glanced at my arms, my beard and my boots.

I shook his hand.

“I’m Mark. I’ll be the one you’re swapping bodies with.”, I said.

I saw how his eyes lightened up until my boss started talking.

“Not really.”, he said. “As Mark needs your knowledge about the school Eric, we’ll place his consciousness over yours.”

“So we’ll be two guys in one body?”, I asked.

“Correct.”, he answered.

Eric and I sit down at the opposite ends of the machine. Arms, legs and head are tied to the machine. We both give the sign that we are ready. I close my eyes and count to 3. As I open them again, everything looks blurry.

“I cant see shit!”, I said with a high pitched voice.

Cant wait to have my body back soon, this body is not made for a man like me, I thought.

I’m sorry that you dont like my body but you agreed to do this mission, I heard the high pitched voice in my head. Erics voice.

Off to a great start, didnt know we could hear each others thoughts, I thought. This time Eric stayed quiet.

Someone put myself glasses on. We got untied and I stood up. It was weird to control such a lean body. I looked over to my real body, laying unconscious in the seat. I missed it already but that it was unconscious was better than someone else walking around as me. Last time I switched bodies for work it was with a 70 year old man. My body was sticky when I got it back and my bathroom and some of my clothes were full with cum. So disgusting to think of someone jerking off in my body. Especially when it was a 70 year old.

In the evening I got driven to the school where I should arrest Kenny and Dan.

Two days later I finished the mission and got driven back to the police station. I entered the room with the machine again and saw my old body still laying there as if it wasnt moved. I was so happy to see it again. I sat down on the seat, closed my eyes and counted to 3. I felt my real body again. The warm leather jacket, my tight pants and shirt on my muscles. I wiggled my toes in my leather boots. It felt so great not wearing those Chucks anymore.

I opened my eyes to see that I was still tied to the machine.

“You can untie me now, guys.”, I said. It was so great to hear my deep voice again.

Only now I noticed that something wasnt right. The only person with me and Eric in the room was my boss. Normally, multiple people would operate the machine.

I looked at my boss who was talking to Eric. Both whispered.

“Is everything alright?”, I asked.

Both of them looked at me and Eric chuckled.

“My nephew said that you were quiet cocky in his body. You made nasty remarks about his clothes, his looks and so on. As compensation, he’ll use your body for some time”, my boss said.

I was shocked. I never thought something like this would happen.

“Wait, no. This is not true!”, I shouted. “I never said something like this.”

But it was to late. My boss pressed the button again and I felt how Erics soul entered my body. It was a cold feeling, causing me to shiver. I tried to push him back into his own body but through the help of the machine he overpowered me. I felt how I lost control of my limbs, my muscular body.

Its a pleasure to use this body, I heard Erics voice in my head.

My boss looked at me with a dark grin as he said:“Codename.”

“Exodus”, I heard myself answer.

“Good it worked.”, my boss said as he untied my body.

I had no control over my body as it stood up and my arms started to touch my body. Eric took off my leather jacket and sniffed it. He let out a moan and grabbed my dick. I felt how my dick raised and I couldnt do anything.

“You have 30 minutes for yourself in the bathroom. Here are some clothes we took from his home.”, my boss said as he took out a black sportsbag. He opened it to give us a look.

“I see you in 35 minutes in my bureau, Mark.”, he said leaving the room.

Eric grabbed the bag and went through the other door into the bathroom. We were alone.

He started to sniff my sweaty armpits and to lick my biceps. He rubbed my cock in my jeans while flexing my muscles in the mirror.

I felt how pre-cum started to drip into my jockstrap and I couldnt do anything against it.

Eric opened my belt and took my dick out of my jockstrap. He wanked it off but he didnt manage to shoot my load. He wanked so hard that he started to stumble. He looked down at my feet. At my black leather boots.

I always wanted to wear boots like this, even though I have to learn how to properly walk in them, his thoughts said.

Eric sat down on a toilet seat and pulled both boots off. He wiggled with my toes in my gold toe socks as he raised the first boot to my nose and put my dick into the second. I could smell the warm, worn leather and the sweat and I felt how that turned Eric on.

I felt how he pressed the top of my dick against the sole of my boot right as my body shot my first load. Eric opened my mouth and let out a loud moan. I was deeply embarrassed.

He switched boots so that I could smell the sweet cum inside my boot which caused me to shoot my second load right into my other boot.

He took off my Red shirt and wrapped it around my dick.

“Watch this.”, he said.

He put both boots, with the cum inside, back on. I felt how my socks started to soak it up, it felt disgusting. Like wet socks. But this caused me to shoot my last load and probably the biggest I’ve ever had into my shirt.

Satisfied with what he did he looked at my watch.

10 minutes left. Time to dress up again, he thought.

He took my jockstrap and my pants off while walking back to the bag.

He looked inside and took a black jeans, jockstrap and a blue shirt out. He put the shirt on, letting my fingertips glide over my abs. He lifted my booted foot to put on my new jockstrap when I heard his thoughts. I dont need this, the jeans will feel great too. So he grabbed my black jeans and put it on. He put on my belt, my gun and my badge. At last he lifted my leather jacket from the bag, sniffed it one last time and put it on. He stuffed the old clothes into the bag and left the bathroom.

He walked into the bureau of my boss.

“Looking good, my son.”, my boss said.

“Mark. We’re not alone.”, Eric answered. He crossed his arms. “What now?”

“First, we just got called to a crime scene. Ready up, we’re driving in 5 minutes.” He made a sign to come closer and Eric walked around the desk to stand next to him.

“After that, we’ll test that body to the max at home.”, my boss whispered.

“Sounds good.”, Eric answered.

The whole trip to the crime scene was torture. I had to see Erics thoughts about my naked body and the one of my boss. So gross. He also looked through my memories. I tried to stop him but I was too weak.

Arriving at the crime scene I felt how my heart started to beat faster. Eric was nervously looking through my memories how to act as me. I didnt bother to stop him as I got weaker every time I tried and as I had to think about what gruesome night stood before me. I had to make peace that he will be me forever.

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Officer Jake

I always had a thing for men in uniform. Maybe its because my fit uncle wore his police uniform every day when I was litte and I could see his muscle flex underneath. Since that time I always wanted to wear one too. After I graduated I applied for becoming a police officer but they told me things that I’ve heard way too often: I’m too small, I’m not fit enough and so on.

I tried to fix the latter and applied again, still didnt get the job. So I became janitor at the police station.

Fast forward 30 years and I loved every day of working there. I installed small cameras everywhere overnight. I could watch them undress, shower, put on the uniform and so on. I loved seeing the hunks in uniform every day. I somewhat became family for some of them as they always greet me but even all of that is nice I still have the fantasy to wear one myself.

Of course I wont be able to do this anytime soon as I got chubby again and I still didnt grew 8ver the past decades but my fate was different.

One evening when I started to clean the hallways as every cop was already gone I heard how someone entered the building. I turned around getting ready to fight someone as I saw a beautiful cop with a arrested drug dealer. I admired his chiseled jaw, his muscles flexing underneath his black shirt, his uniform, his combat boots.

“Good to see you here.”, the officer said to me.“Could you watch him as I have to get some papers?”

“Of course.”, I answered. This was thrilling. Being part of an arrestment.

The cop pushed the dealer towards a bank where he sat down. I had to watch him as the cop ran up the stairs towards the bureaus. I watched that twink of a dealer. He looked at his dirty shoes when he suddenly starts to talk to me.

“Arent you bored of this job?”, he says.

“No, this is my first time doing something like this.”, I answered.

“I mean being a janitor. Dont you want a better life? More action? I could give it to you. You’d deserve it.”

I thought about his offer, it sounded too good to be true.

“What do you mean by that?”, I asked.

“I could give you the life of that cop that arrested me. I saw how you looked at him. All of him could be yours. His muscles, his beard, his private life… oh, I think he has a really active private life. Just look at that beautiful hunk.”

“Why wouldnt you swap with him yourself? ”

“Well, I like my body as it is. If I give you his, I want something in return.”

“And that is?”

“In return you let me go and this arrest never happened.”

I really thought about it. I always wanted to be in that uniform. I think he saw it in my eyes as he started to smile.

“Do we have a deal?”, he asked.

“Definitely.”

“Good. In my front left pocket is a small pill. Take it.”

I pushed my hand inside his pocket, grabbing the pill. As I took it out, I saw a blue and red colored pill.

“Twist it. You have to swallow the blue part and push the red part inside the ass of the person you want to be.”, he said.

“You have to be kidding me. I’ll never push it into his ass.”

“I’m not kidding. Would I do something like this right before I get into prison? I dont think so.”

I had no choice than to trust him. I twisted the pill and swallowed the blue part just in time as we heard the cop coming down the stairs.

“I’m back. You can go back to whatever you were doing.”, the cop said to me.

He walked past me as if I was thin air towards the dealer. This was my chance.

I pushed the cop with his abs against the wall right next to the dealer and pulled his pants down. I squeezed the pill between his ass cheeks before he could even react.

He pushed me to the ground and pulled his pants back up. The dealer laughed.

“You find this funny?!”, the cop screamed towards him.

“No. I find it funny what happens next.”, je said.

I didnt feel a change. The dealer lied to me and now I’m getting arrested too. I had to think of this…

“And you. That was it. I’m going to arrest you too.”, the cop said to me.

He came towards me as I got up from the ground but then he suddenly stopped. His eyes rolled back, revealing the white. He fell over backwards against the wall. He looked he was sleeping.

I took a step towards him as I passed out too.

The first thing I noticed was that something heavy laid on my rock hard dick. As I opened my eyes I saw my old bodies face right on my crotch. I lifted my arms to see the cops muscled arms and gloves. I was speechless, the pill worked. I pushed my old body aside and stood up. I admired and touched my new body.

I started to open my belt to see what I have down there as I heard the dealer. I totally forgot about the dealer.

“Looks like it worked. Now get me out of here.”, he said.

“Yeah….yes…yes! Wait the key has to be here somewhere.”, I answered.

I closed the belt again and started to search for the key in my pocket as a memory from where the cop put the key flashed through my mind.

“I have his memories? ”, I shouted out loud.

“Of course. Now get me out of here.”

I took the key out of my pocket and opened his handcuffs.

“Thanks, officer.”, he said with a smirk.

“No, I have to thank you!”, I said. “But I still have a question. What do we have to do with him?”

I point at my old body.

“Nothing. He wont remember the last30 minutes. He will live your life as if he always had it.”, the dealer said and left.

I left too. I drove to my new home and had the best night ever.

I admired my muscular body and with the stamina of this body I jacked off to my uniform hanging on my wardrobe almost half of the night.

After that I looked through his memories, learning that I’m now officer Jake Pecker, best of my year. I also learned that Jake is gay, has a thing for uniforms and looks for a daddy to have a great evening.

Every now and then when I’m at work I can see my old body sometimes looking at me. I know what he wants. Maybe I hook up with him for a night so that he can live his fantasy once.

‘Why didnt I thought of this…’ I said to myself. I forgot to refuel my motorcycle… now I sit here and my tank is empty.

I got off and started pushing it down the street. Still 147 miles to the next gas station.

After some time I’ve heard a truck coming closer. It stopped next to me and the window got let down. A fat man with beard revealed himself.

“Everything okay?”, he asked.

“My tank is empty.”, I replied.

“I was on my way to the next gas station. Hop in, I can take you with me.”, he said smiling.

I was a bit hesitant.

“What about my bike?”, I asked.

“We can secure your motorcycle in the trailer.”

“That would be great!”

“Allright, you can meet me at the parking spot in front of us.”

He drives away and parks about 150 meters in front of me. I push my bike towards it. The trailer is already open as I arrive and the driver gets out of his cabin.

He was a head shorter and definitely older than me.

We stowed my bike and entered the driver cabin again.

“Thank you for taking me with you.”, I said when he started the truck.

“It’s always a pleasure to help young men in dificult situations.”, he replied.

What a wierd response, I thought.

We drove a short time when he started to do small talk.

“I’m Pete. What is your name?”, he asked.

“I’m Jordan.”, I replied.

“Nice to meet you Jordan. May I ask if you are from around here? I dont see people on a bike her often. Oh, and how old are you? You seem pretty young.”

I was getting suspicious of him. Who would ask such things a stranger? Maybe he just doesnt like silence. I shrug.

My testicle started to itch, what an inopportune time, I thought. Maybe I shouldnt have worn my jockstrap today. I pulled on the tight leather around the area to stop the itching.

From the corner of my eye I saw how he was watching me. To distract him I answered.

“No, I’m not from around here. I’m driving through the whole country right now. And I’m 26.”

“You could be my son with that age. I’m twice as old as you.”, he said and chuckled. “So you’re doing a roadtrip. Alone?”

“I started with a friend but he left. Now I’m doing it alone.”

“Alright.”

Some minutes of silence again. I enjoyed it.

“You can put your feet up if you want.  Or take your boots off if they are too uncomfortable or too warm.”, he said out of nowhere.

That was strange, but a nice offer.

“Thanks, but they are in fact really comfortable.”, I answered.

Silence again, I hope this time for longer.

His phone rang and he picked it up. From his responses it sounded like it was a friend.

“Is it okay for you if we do a small stop soon? I have to pick up a friend?”, he asked me after hanging up.

I looked around to find out where he should fit in this cabin. Pete noticed that.

“If you pull the curtains behind you to the side you can see a bed. It would be nice if you stay there until I put him down again.”, he said.

“Alright, I’ll do it.”, I answered.

I pulled the curtains to the side and a gross looking bed got revealed. It had so many stains and chips leftovers. I took a step towards it as I thought that it wouldnt take long but then I felt a sting in my right ass cheek. As I turn around I see how Pete empties a syringe into my butt. I tried to get away but I already started to stumble and fell mostly onto the bed.

Pete parked the truck at the side of the road and closed the window curtains.

“I’m sorry Jordan, but you are really my type.”, he said with a dark grin.

I tried to move but I couldnt. i tried to scream but I could only get out a whimper.

“I injected you with my own creation. It paralyzes every muscle except the heart.”, he said.

He now took my legs and put them onto the bed so that I laid straight on it. He run his fingers all over my body. From my pecks to my feet. He took the zipper from my one-piece-racing-suit and pulled it down till he reached my belly button. He stared for a long time at my abs and then he started to massage and lick them. It kinda felt good, I didnt had such intimate body contact in a long time. I tried to imagine my girlfriend licking my six pack instead of an old creepy guy but it didnt really work.

As he was finished he grabbed my left foot and pulled my boot off. It kinda turned me on. The second it came off I could smell my feet and it was a strong smell. Hey, I never took them or the suit off the whole last week as they were super comfortable and the motels I stayed at never had a shower.

He raised it to his nose and took some deep breaths. I noticed how his dick raised in his jeans and he noticed too. Ho opened his pants and put his dick out. It was pretty small.

“I’ll clean it up. I promise.”, he said as he took my gloved hand to wank while sniffing my boot. He shot his load all over my abs. When he finished he took a wet warm rug to clean my body. It felt great. Then he put my boot back on. I hoped that he would make me able to move again as he pulled out another syringe.

“You know Jordan, now that I played with and observed your body,  I came to the conclusion that you’ll be the new me.”, he said.

I was shocked. What does he want? Does he have a body swap machine somewhere? Dear god, I hope not.

“You’ll be my first body suit. I got this serum from the black market.”, he told me. I tried to move but nothing even twitched. He put the syringe on my neck and with the other hand pressed my cock the last time.

“Dear god, thats huge!”, he shouted as he emptied the syringe.

He took a step back to look at me nervously.

I started to feel my body tingle and then it started. I saw how my chest started to deflate, followed by my legs, arms and head. Pete cheered.

As the transformation finished he lifted me, well my empty skin from the bed, causing my biker clothes to slip completely off.

He sniffed my armpit and groaned. After that he took his clothes of and started to feel for my asshole. He went head first into me. At first it hurt but it felt good shortly after. I felt how his chubby legs filled out my muscular legs, how his fat belly pressed against my well formed abs, how his small dick grew to fill up my huge cock and how his beard tingled for a short time as he slipped his head inside mine.

As he finished he let out a loud moan, but it was my voice.

“I cant wait to put all of this on. I’m sorry Jordan that you had to be it but you were totally my type: tall, good looking, muscular and wearing a racing suit.”, I heard my voice saying.

So he knew that I’d be conscious after he put me on. I dont want this life as a suit.

He took my jockstrap and my thick wool socks and put them on. The socks were wet and cold. Probably because I wore them non stop even at these high temperatures. He took the suit and put it on. After that he lifted my, now his feet, to smell them one last time before he put my boots on. He finished with my gloves and went back behind the steering weel.

He drove close to the gas station, took my bike, filled it up and drove as myself away.

Now almost 2 months later, I almost got used to being worn. At first it felt really weird, as if I’m the boot but after a while I enjoyed it. I had no duties anymore. Pete only took me off once since that day and I can feel how he enjoys being inside me. He loves wearing my clothes, especially the racing suits and normal suits. He loves driving with the motorcycle through the whole country.

Sometimes, when he feels alone he even talks to me. He knows that I cant answer but he just wants to get things off his chest while knowing that someone is listening.

He took me off at my birthday, maybe because of sympathy or because he didnt know how to act that day if he would’ve met someone from my old life that day.

Now he is making money off of instagram by posting pictures of him in my body suit to finance his motorcycle trips.

Jimmy’s pov

I tried to change, I really did. But it just never worked. I tried to do more sports, eat healthier and so on but it didnt show any results so I had to change my plan.

My old doctor told me that I wouldnt have long to live if I dont do anything. I was overweight, had skin problems and almost an organ failure.

I tried a new lifestyle and I failed so new plan.

I moved cities and tried to look for a new body. I knew the ritual through my granny, she teached me it some time before she ‘died’. In reality she swapped bodies and lives a new life on Hawaii.

After some days I found my victim. I had to choose carefully as this ritual only works once in a lifetime. I chose this good looking doctor from the hospital I newly went to.

I observed him for some time to learn his daily routine and then I started to get into his life.

I started to appear at the hospital more frequently so he’d start noticing me. I went to the park where he would go jogging and so on.

One day at the hospital we got into a conversation. We talked about our interests and because I knew what he was doing all the time I managed to brown-nose him. I learned that his name is Mike. It went so far that we exchanged numbers.

I was one step closer to my new life.

We spoke often after that, even met after his workshifts, we sort of became friends. He even tried to help me with my body, he wrote down a diet and what sports I should do. He was so generous and I started to feel bad for him. But I still wanted to commence further with my plan.

One evening, when I knew that he had the night shift all alone, I baked special muffins. They contained sleeping pills. A dose that could almost kill small people, but definitely not that hunk of a man.

So I appeared at his work with those nice muffins. He was oleasantly surprised but to my surprise he ate almost two whole muffins before he fell unconscious.

I dragged him into an empty room and prepared the ritual. I undressed both of us, laid him in the middle of the room and surrounded him with leaves and candles. I took a small bottle with a steong smelling liquid out of my pocket which will be the main part of the ritual but it was missing just one more ingredient. HIS liquid. I started to rub his thick cock. While doing so I admired his muscular body covered in tattoos.

He shot his load and I catched it with my bottle. I was disgusted and turned on at the same time by the fact that I had to drink that. I poured it down and started to feel dizzy. I had no control over my body anymore and I fell down right next to Mike. The last thing I saw before falling unconscious was that Mikes body started to shake and change.

When I woke up I was laying at the same place as before but I wasnt looking at Mike anymore. Well, technically I was but now he looked like my old self. I was thrilled. Looking down at my new body I felt a rush through my body causing my now massive cock to harden. I put Mikes jockstrap and his work clothes on which fitted tight around his muscles. I pulled out my phone and took a quick selfie. I just noticed that that was my old phone. I took out the pin so that Mike as the old me could use it later before grabbing his phone and taking a mirror selfie.

I cleaned up the room and forced Mike to swallow two more sleeping pills just to make sure that he’ll stay unconscious until the morning before I put him in the back of my new car.

I waited until my workshift was over before driving to my old home where I heaved Mike into my old bed. After that I drove to my new home to write a resignation for this hospital and applications for others. I dont want to loose this body as I’ll have a lot of fun with it.

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Mike’s pov

This is me but I never took this picture. Well, it was me.

I always wanted to help people so I became a doctor. I always ate healthy and did sports to maintain fit.

That picture was on the phone I found after waking up in Jimmy’s body. It was a horrible experience. Waking up, seeing an unknown ceiling, feeling an unknown bed and then seeing Jimmy’s fat body in the mirror.

I met Jimmy at the hospital I worked at. The first couple of times I saw him, he was a bit creepy. I often caught him staring at me and then he acted as if he never looked at me. After some days seeing him in the hospital I walked towards him. He looked nervous but we had a great chat as we had the same interests. Now after searching through his phone I know that he followed me daily. He didnt have the same interests as me, he just wanted to get closer to me.

My naiv self back then didnt noticed that so we hang out. He may have been creepy at first and not the best looking guy but he had a good heart. At least he made it look like that.

The evening I lost my real body he came to me at work. I had a night shift and he brought muffins with him. He must’ve known that I couldn’t resist muffins. I ate some and then everything went dark. The next morning I woke up as him. I tried to find him at the hospital I worked at to force him to change us back but he resigned that same day.

Now I have to live in this bidy for the rest of my life. I already started to eat healthy and do more sports as if I dont do that I’ll die soon.

I think you should go out yourself

“You know, if you want one, you can always come to me. I’ve got plenty!”, my best friend Jean said.

“Thanks, I keep it in mind.”, I answered.

I thought about that conversation as I’m laying in my bed. He is talking about his bodysuit collection. In my opinion its kinda gross, keeping the skin of ither people to look like them, but I habe to admit tjat he probably has one of the best collections. Multiple skins of every body type, from fat to skinny to hunky. From bald and shaved to very hairy. From businessman to cop. One for every occasion. He even has a Henry Cavill look-a-like. At least I hope its a look-a-like.

He uses them for his many Grindr profiles, to satisfy his hunger for sex. For myself, I dont think that he needs them. He himself is a great looking guy! Dark hair, hairy body, great muscles, veins, beautiful beard and a small scar on his right eyebrow. So hot!

I always had a slight crush on him, who can blame me for that when he looks that good.

Now I know what I want to do, I want to wear him, not one of his bodysuits.

The next day I’m knocking on Jean’s door. He opens.

“Have you thought about my offer?”, he asked.

“Kind of.”, I answered. “Can we talk about it inside?”

He let me in and I sat down on his couch.

“So, which one do you want?”

“Not really on of yours,  to be honest.”

He looked confused.

“There is this guy at work that I admire. I’d like to wear him. Do you still have the serum?”, I asked. I lied about my coworker but I knew that Jean would believe me.

“Nice! Yeah, I still have some. Wait here, I’ll bring you a syringe.”

He left the room and came back with a small box, handing it to me. In it is the syringe.

“How do I use it?”, I asked.

“Well, you should try to inject it into his neck.”

“Where exactly?”

Jean turned around and pointed towards the back of his neck. That was my chance!

I took the syringe and rammed it into him.

He jumped up in pain.

“What did you do?”

In disbelief, he holds the empty syringe in his hand which I put in his neck. He took some steps backwards,  holding himself up through a shelf. His pants and jockstrap fell down because he started to deflate, revealing his massive hairy cock. He stumbled and fell to the ground.

“I’m sorry Jean. You were my best friend. This had to happen as I think you should go out yourself.”

He looked at me angrily until suddenly no more emotions were visible. Jean was completely turned into a bodysuit.

I lifted it from the ground and put it on. Head first through what once was his ass. Inside him I felt how my skinny body adapted to his muscled body.

Now I cant wait to start my life as Jean!

There was this new limited drug going around, giving you crazy powers. I think I got one if the best: I can possess bodies. At first it was painfull as my body began to crumble. My cells disolved and my soul possessed the nearest person to me. After that I had the power to possess bodies of the person I touch while thinking about it.

It was fun living all those different lives. A teacher, a politicians, I even tried the opposite gender and so much more.

My best possesion back then was Chris Hemsworth.

I managed to get his body on a red carpet. It took me some time to get the body of a security guard close to him but the time had come that day. He got out of his limousine when I hold out my hand to him, then a short moment of dizziness and after that I spent 3 years as the aussie himself: Chris Hemsworth. I even played Thor one time.

But after some time it became boring. I wanted some action in those lifes I’ve had.

I searched for my new victim and it was a dumb muscled cop.

His life was thrilling. Car chases, shootings, locking up criminals and while doing all of that I had this handsome face. But I still wanted more. I began to shoplift, robbing the police vault and even murder. It was such a rush and I managed to blurr my tracks. But after some years I became sloppy. They found clues that spoke against me and I got a new partner for patrols who should secretly spy on me so I made a plan. One evening only the two of us were on patrol and I possessed him.

Before my old self could even realise what I’ve done the last years in his body I knocked him out. He should be my last victim. I drove to an abandoned warehouse and made the scene of the crime beautiful. I layed his dead body on the ground and left. I knew that everything would point towards me, the new partner so I searched for the last body I will possess.

It took me a long time to find the final life I wanted to live. I had to hide often as I the police was searching for me worldwide but one day I saw him on the street. He is the CEO of a rising company. 300 days vacation every year, almost infinite money and every girlfriend/boyfriend I want.

There is this muscled hunk I’m watching since two months. He is my neighbor. He is also the dad of my best friend, Mr. Reid.

My best friend and I are both gay and I told him about my fantasies I want to have with his father. Of course He didnt take it well so I started to have secrets in front of him: I want to turn his father into a skinsuit if I cant sleep with him.

I started to observe the routines of his father and noticed that he goes for a walk from 11am till 12:30pm every day and after that he is alone at home for 1 hour. That is the time I’ll strike.

The day before I wanted to fullfill my plan I visited my best friend and left some of my things in his room so I have a reason to get in on the next day. The next day arrived and I was so aroused. I didnt go to school that day so I could fullfill my plan. I saw my upcoming victim leave his house at 11am and I waited until he came back at 12:25pm. I waited 10 minutes, left my house and knocked on his door.

Mr. Reid opened the door and looked slightly confused. I admired his beautiful grown beard, his short brown hair, his hairy arms and his muscly body. I had to recall my eyes as I noticed that he asked me something.

“I’m sorry, I didnt want to disturb.”, I said, hoping that he would repeat his question.

“It’s all good. What do you want.”, I saw his pecks move beneath his slightly unbuttoned shirt when he talked. He wiped sweat from his lips after he finished the sentence.

“I forgot some things here yesterday and I need them for a school project this afternoon”, I lied. “Could I come in and get them?”

He scratched his head for a short time and answered:“Ehm… yeah of course,  why not.”

He opened the door further and stepped aside, I walked past, he closed the door.

“So where did you leave-”, I pressed my lips against his when he turned around to talk to me. I wanted to feel them and his body in action before I would become them. I took the syringe I prepared with skinsuit serum and stabbed it in his butt.

He pushed me to the ground while he removed the syringe from his butt.

“What the f**k did you do?”, he said, starting to walk towards the bathroom holding his stomach as if he has to throw up when it started to happen.

His right foot deflated, followed shortly by his left one leaving two thick wool socks and a beautiful pair of brown leather boots on the floor. He fell down pulling with a slight scream, now pulling himself towards the bath.

I saw how his muscular legs started to deflate, leaving his brown cargo pants and to my surprise a jockstrap behind.

After that everything went so fast, both arms, his well build torso and his head deflated when a black, slimey goo crawled through his nose and face onto the ground. That was Mr. Reid. I took an empty jar from the kitchen and returned to the black goo laying next to the big pile of skin in a shirt. I scooped the goo into the jar and towards something more important: the skinsuit.

I grabbed it and by the head and lifted it up from the ground. The feet still touched the ground as he was 6 inches toller than me. His shirt fell to the ground revealing his now deflated hairy chest. I turned it around, laid it onto a desk and stripped. I could already smell his sweat and that turned me on. I started to stretch his hole so I can get in, head first I had to wiggle a bit around to get confortable in my new body but shortly after everything sort of snapped into place. Looking through my new eyes I stood up from the table now towering at 6'2". I looked at the clock to see how much time I have to admire my new body but I had to find out shockingly that I only had 10 minutes until my best friend would be home. I quickly put the shirt back on, hid my boner in my jockstrap und put my pants back on followed by the thick socks and smelly boots.

I grabbed the goo from the jar and swallowed it to gain his memory. I saw his life running before my eyes, how his wife died, how he got closer to his son and that they sometimes fuck each other. Now I knew why my best friend thought so bad about my fantasies: he doesnt want his dead to fuck him and his jest friend.

I collected my old clothes and the syringe from the ground and threw them outside into the trash. Just in time because my best friend was just coming up the driveway.

He waved towards me as I shouted towards him:“Good afternoon son. How was school?”

“Not so good dad. Could we do our thing inside?”, he answered.

I knew what he wanted to do and I was all in for it. I was thrilled to test this incredible body and thick cock.

After using the same old body for nearly three months now, I decided to look for a new one. And there he was, a handsome soldier boy on a train. I sat down a few rows in front of him and kept an eye on him, in case I get an opportunity to strike.

There it was. He closed his eyes, leaning against the window and I knew it was my only chance. Since I was a kid, I learned how to let my conciousness leave my physical body, wandering around the near emptiness of the world around me. It got even better when I realized, taking over somebody elses body is even funnier. For me at least.

I closed my eyes, and focused on my goal. In a few minutes, I could feel my mind leaving that body. A pretty young stud, a very big dick and big arms. Even though, after fucking all of his friends and many strangers, it got pretty boring. Plus, he got more and more annoying trying to get back into control. He shall have it back then, a weak body is no use for me anyways.

So I left the body, and without a second glance back I made my way to my new host. I was hovering in front of his pretty face, ran a hand through his hair, a long his jaw to his ear. Fuck. The perfect host. I moved to his back and began to infiltrate his precious body. Slowly, I hugged him from behind, my arms around his chest, wrapping him into a tight hug.

He took a deep breath, which I used to enter his body through his mouth. The soldier chocked once, coughed a few times and opened his eyes. Unable to catch his breath, he stood up and walked to the bathroom. Inside, he drank some water, his throat sore from me sliding inside him. But I wasnt wasting any time. I invaded his conciousness, seeing him standing there. I approached him from behind, and put my hand on his shoulder.

“The fuck.” He flinched, looking into the mirror. Checking his eyes, his mouth and his neck, he sighed in relief. Time for me to strike. I easily took control of his limbs, the easiest part. I raised his hand, running his fingers a long his jawline through his scruffy beard.

“Not bad for a start.” I made him grin, his eyss slowly changing in color. “Whos there?” He said, voice shaking slightly. He knew I was with him, but je couldnt see me. Turning around, slightly panicking, he tries to get back in control, but Im a professional.

“Im your new master.” I said using his voice, turning back to the mirror, smirking deviously. “What? I? I must be dreaming.” He thought, unable to use his voice. “Boy. This isnt a dream.” I say seriously, and run a hand through his hair, across his face, checking every angle. “Not for you that is.” I giggled.

“What are you? This is my body.” He groaned, while I started to flex at my reflection. “Fuck yeah.” I said, enjoying how his muscles bulge against the fabric of the uniform, so tight, so good. I got hard instantly. “Dude. STOP.” He thought, as I started to stroke his chest firmly, before umbuttoning his camo shirt. “Why? Im need to see the goods.” I smirked, pulling up the shirt, having a good look at his well trained body.

“Oh yea.” I said, biting the my lower lip. “THIS IS INSANE. STOP.” He tried his best to overpower me, but no way Im letting that happen. “Soldier boy. Were gonna have somw fun.” I smirked again, grabbing his cock through the uniform pants, rubbing it against the palm of his hand. “Massive. Not bad.” I said, opening his trousers, letting them fall to his ankles.

“Wait. No please.” He stuttered, but I didnt care. “Trust me, this is fun.” I pulled his boxers down, and looked at his huge meat, standing at attention, leaking slightly. Without any further ado, I started jerking off, quickly, firmly, enjoying how it felt using this fresh body. The soldier moaned, screamed and fought back, but once I shot the first load, he was powerless.

“Dont do that, please.” He begged, his voice getting silent. “Its just the beginning.” I smiled, getting dressed again, leaving the restroom. I sat back down, took his stuff and at the next stop, I will look for some fun.