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The Best Method

You are here because you are interested in getting a new body, a new life that will enable you to unleash your potential and become truly happy. I can understand that feeling, as I have walked through that path many times. My main recommendation is not to do it, it is a dangerous process. But hey, if you are willing to do it, it is best that you know the best method to do it.

First lets go with the ideas that are a no go. First of all, don’t go with a greedy corporation and pay for a brain transplant. To be honest, probably this is not an option for most people. It is very expensive, it cost more than a million dollars and, obviously, it is not covered by any insurance. Even if you are able to pay it, I do not recommend it as there are two many involved in the process. Doctors, Admin Staff, so many people knew about your change. God forbids that some document is leaked, and your fantasy live goes to hell. Also, let’s remember, very few people are willing to volunteer and give their bodies to a stranger. Sure, that is true for most of the methods shown in this list. But in other methods the chances that an authority learns what you have done are null. That is what happened to my friend Byron. He was lucky enough to trick a homeless guy and steal his body. Oh, but one of the nurses talked too much. Now, he is on the run. Sure, he now has a nice body, but having that kind of life is definitely not worth it.

Something that I also don’t recommend is using body suit serums. Yeah, you may be surprised by hearing this, knowing how popular the method is. But you must understand, the technology is not there yet. You end up wearing the skin of someone else over your body. It is effective, it is fun, and it allows you to live someone else’s life. However, you will notice how ineffective this method is when summer hits. Its like wearing a feather jacket, super uncomfortable. Just a couple of days in and you will want to get rid of it. My friend Tommy insists that this is the best method as it does not leave any track behind. But well, Tommy is always shirtless. Yeah, he enjoys walking like that… but I can assure you that there are more effective ways to steal someone else flesh.

Now, using ancient artifacts that switch you in the spot are also a no go. This include classics such as body switching medallions or ancient talismans. Fully understand why people love them. The issue is that things can become quite unpredictable really fast and, believe me, it can end very bad. That is what happened to Josh. He wanted to take over the life of his boss. Completely understandable as he was a stud. However, his boss was not going to let someone steal his life without a fight. Things got messy and I just receive a call in the middle of the night with Josh asking my help in getting rid of his former self. Yeah, at the end things work for Josh, but I am not sure how he can sleep at night knowing how violently he killed his former self.

A very similar situation is taking a potion and shapeshifting into another person. Yeah, you can look like the person, but the real one is out there. Don wanted to have the body of his neighbor, Aiden, so bad that he take a brew that allowed him to take his form permanently. Gladly, he was not interested in killing his neighbor. He just wanted the looks and, a couple weeks later, he moved to a remote area in Alaska. Aiden will never know that he has a doppelganger out there. Yeah, Don says he is happy… but you now, I really don’t believe him.

However, the absolute method that you should never do, is transferring your soul to a piece of clothing. I really don’t understand how this trend began but is dumb as shit. My nephew Lucas decided to put his soul in a cap. He was lucky that this big dude found it. However, lets be real, yeah… Lucas is controlling the body of that hunk. But it is not sustainable. Sooner or later, that man will need to take a shower and that means that the cap would need to be taken off. It was a dumb move by Lucas, I just hope that he enjoys passing the rest of his life alone inside this man’s closet.

But well, now lets talk about the methods that really work. An easy one, that anybody could do, is entering the spirit world via astral projection and posses the body of anyone that you want. That is how my best friend, Bill, got his body. Why this is not my number one. Well, because when you do Astral Projection, you left your own body vulnerable to be taken by undesirable creatures. They are usually not dangerous; they cannot harm a human physically. But they are creatures of chaos. Yeah, Bill loves his new body, and he has no issue that his old body was locked down on a mental institution. Still, there are better ways of holding a new life.

That is exactly what I did. When I meet Tobias, I knew that he was the one. I try to befriend him, we were never close, but at least he didn’t feel uncomfortable when we were alone. That was critical as my method require that we stay alone for a very long time. What it was? Well, it is called fusion. Literally, I just grabbed him by the arm and my body just started to absorb him. Of course, he tried to fight, but that only accelerated the process. At the end, where Tobias stood only a pile of clothes were left. Now, I could easily switch between two forms. Taking advantage of which body was more advantageous for each situation. Yeah, it is the perfect crime, so I do not understand why no more people opt for this transformation method. Well, who I am to judge. Anyone can do what makes them happy. But tell me, what is your favorite transformation method?

Come on, arrest me! Please

The face changes over time. But that's not the point.

Officer Travis, my favorite officer, checking before duty.

Amazing image from @sfde8871

I'm speechless

From Park to Penthouse: My Life as a Bear Hunk

I was just a regular guy, trying to make ends meet and get through life. My days consisted of the usual routine: wake up, work a mundane job, come home, rinse, and repeat. Nothing exciting ever really happened to me. But all of that changed on a cool, crisp morning in the park.

I usually took early morning walks just to clear my mind. The park was quiet at that time, the only sounds being birds chirping and the occasional jogger’s footsteps echoing through the trees. That’s when I saw him—*the* guy everyone always seemed to notice, the bear hunk who owned the park every time he stepped foot in it.

He was the kind of guy who commanded attention without even trying. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a perfect layer of muscle covering every inch of his frame. His chest and arms bulged as he did his push-ups effortlessly, and even his sweat seemed to gleam like it had a purpose. His beard was thick, well-groomed, and his face was one of those ruggedly handsome ones you’d expect to see in some magazine cover.

I envied him—his body, his confidence, the way people looked at him with a mix of admiration and lust. It wasn’t fair. Why did he get to live such a charmed life while I was stuck being an average nobody?

As I walked closer, I saw something strange lying near a bench—an old, weathered medallion with strange symbols carved into it. It looked ancient, almost mystical. I don’t know what compelled me to pick it up, but as soon as I did, I felt a surge of energy pulse through my body. It was like electricity, but not painful—more like a powerful vibration that filled every cell in my body.

Then, without warning, everything went black.

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When I opened my eyes, I was lying on the grass, staring up at the sky. I sat up, feeling oddly different. My body felt... heavier, stronger. I looked down and nearly jumped out of my skin. My once-skinny arms were now thick and muscular, covered in a light dusting of hair. My clothes were straining against my newly massive frame.

I reached up to feel my face, and instead of the usual smoothness, my hand met a thick, rugged beard. I scrambled to my feet, stumbling slightly as I tried to adjust to the new weight and power in my legs. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a nearby pond, and my breath caught in my throat.

I was *him*. The bear hunk.

Somehow, that medallion had switched our bodies. I was no longer the average guy who blended into the background. I was the man everyone noticed—the man everyone *wanted*.

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It took a few days to get used to my new life, but I quickly adapted. As it turned out, the bear hunk wasn’t just a regular gym-goer; he was wealthy beyond belief. His penthouse apartment overlooked the city, and his wardrobe was filled with designer clothes that clung perfectly to my new body. Everywhere I went, people stared, admired, and envied me.

But I wasn’t satisfied with just looking good and being rich. I had a new plan—one that involved indulging in all the pleasures that my new life had to offer. I booked a luxurious vacation to a private resort, a place where the elite went to unwind and let loose. And, of course, where the hot twinks flocked to for a chance at living the good life, even if just for a weekend.

The resort was everything I could have hoped for. The sun was warm, the drinks were cold, and the pool was filled with gorgeous guys who couldn’t take their eyes off me. I’d catch their stares as I lounged by the water, flexing my muscles just enough to make them bite their lips in desire.

At night, the real fun began. The clubs were filled with twinks looking for someone just like me—someone who could take control and show them a good time. And I was more than happy to oblige. I could see the way their eyes lit up when I approached them, how they practically melted under my touch.

This was the life I’d always wanted, the life I deserved. No more being overlooked or ignored. Now, I was the one in control, the one who got to choose.

The medallion was now a distant memory, tucked away in the back of a drawer in my penthouse. I had no intention of going back to my old life. This was who I was now, and I wasn’t about to give it up. Not when there were so many more adventures to be had, so many more twinks to seduce.

As I stood on the beach, looking out at the endless ocean, I couldn’t help but smile. Life as a bear hunk was everything I had dreamed of and more. And it was just getting started.

Fix you a little bit

🇬🇧 ("Una sistemata" Versione Inglese)

When that boy arrived at my house, I immediately realized that he was way out of my league. He was young, blond and beautiful. I had convinced him to come to my place to have sex with surprising ease. I didn't even know his name, but within minutes we were both in our underwear and ready to pounce on each other. "First, I need to fix you a little bit  " he said with a smirk on his lips. 

I didn't have time to ask questions or investigate further. The boy held out his arm towards me and suddenly I was overcome by an ecstatic feeling. I felt every fiber of my body relax and shake, as if I were immersed in a bubbling hot tub. My body felt heavy and still; even if I had had a shred of willpower or self-control, I probably wouldn't have been able to move. 

Without realizing it, My appearance began to change according to that boy's will: I became more muscular, taller, older. When I reached my final form, I started moving again according to my will, but I understood that my only purpose was to satisfy that boy. I felt grateful to have been shaped that way. Now I was a living wet dream, his wet dream.

Hailey woke up and groaned. How was she so hungover? All she did for the 4th was watch her crazy republican Uncle Joe and cousin Bucky smash beers and spew nonsense.

Her nose crinkled, the room stank like stale warm beer. In fact, she was lying in a puddle of it!

“What the…HUH?” Her voice, normally quiet and soft, came out as a deep rasp. A familiar rasp. Hailey sat up straight and noticed the extra weight on her. Since when was she so heavy? Was it the hangover?

She slowly glanced towards a pile of empty beer cans, and behind it, a mirror.

Staring at her wide-eyed was her cousin Bucky. His curly blond hair a mess, still wearing last night’s American flag tank top.

“Bucky? Is that you…? Wait…that’s me! I’m you!” Her fingers flew to her hair to confirm the blond all-American curls were indeed hers. So different from her mousy brown hair.

She looked down at the damp tank she was wearing. Heaving pecs covered in wiry hair greeted her. Gingerly, she probed them, unused to the feeling of hair on her chest.

“This must be a dream…” her calloused fingers brushed a nipple and she inhaled sharply. “A really realistic dream…”

Despite being trapped in her crazy cousin’s body, Hailey stood up and flexed in the mirror. Two cannonball-like biceps sprung up. “Damn! No wonder he’s so cocky!”

A sharp smell hit her nose and she crinkled it. “Ah come on…” she stared at the thick pit hair he never bothered to trim. Her first time as a guy and she’s trapped in the hairiest one she knows. The blond thicket of hair was damp and sweaty, and the smell got stronger the closer she brought her face to it. Twisting the coarse hair in her fingers, she pulled at it curiously.

Between her legs, something twitched. Something that wasn’t there before she woke up today. In horror, she peeked down her brawny chest at the heavy bulge that was in her tight denim shorts.

“I shouldn’t…I don’t want to know what Bucky’s dick looks like…” she shook her head and stood up. In the mirror, Bucky did the same. Not only were her chest and arms packed with muscle, Hailey turned and observed his powerful thighs that led to a big dump truck of an ass.

“It’s bigger than mine! Not fair.” She exclaimed in his deep voice. His cock twitched again as she slapped her new butt.

Sighing, Hailey felt the urgent need to empty her bladder. Must be all the beer he drank last night. She lumbered over to the bathroom and flipped on the light.

He kept this place a mess! Shavings were all over the sink, the floor was covered in dirty underwear, and the mirror was splattered with toothpaste and god knows what.

“Just don’t look at it,” she muttered, walking over to the dirty toilet. Unzipping her fly, she awkwardly fished out his penis with the very tips of her fingers.

The sound of a crashing heavy stream resounded. “Bullseye!” She laughed. Ok, one peek couldn’t hurt.

She looked down and gasped. Even soft, Bucky’s penis was at least 8 inches long. It was thick as well, and the vein that ran along it pulsed as she pissed. Surrounding it, much like the hair on his legs, was a thick wiry blond bush that also has seemingly never been trimmed.

She marveled at what was currently attached to her, and as her piss continued to slam against the water, Bucky’s cock began to lengthen. Slowly, inch by inch, it became harder and harder. Her stream began to raise as well, missing the water completely now and hitting the edge of the bowl.

“Fuck fuck fuck! No!!” She gripped his beard length to keep from pissing on the wall but failed as the last streams dripped out. Her knees wobbled as she grabbed it. It was so hard, so BIG! It had to be at least 11 inches now and fully erect.

“Ahh fuck…” The feeling of her calloused hand wrapped around Bucky’s cock was intoxicating. She delicately stroked it and groaned. “Why did I have to become a horny boy,” she lamented. “I can smell his balls from here!” Indeed, a waft of sweat with a slightly different scent hit her nose as her new appendage hardened.

A bead of precum formed at the tip and she touched a finger to it. The sensation was unlike anything she’s ever felt before.

Hypnotized by her hard hairy blond cock, she wrapped both hands around it and began stroking as she walked back into the room.

She plopped down on the couch and fondled her furry balls, staring at the reflection in the mirror as she tugged. Flexing one bicep, she suddenly huffed Bucky’s deep pit like it was muscle memory. The scent of her sweat drove her crazy! Did he always do this?

Tugging on her cock, she watched her heavy balls bounce around. Another hand dug into the thick bush at the base and she pulled on the mound of hair. Her heavy appendage bounced more, up and down hypnotically.

Spitting on her palm, she lubed it up and continued to jerk off. As she did, sweat began to drip down her face, sticking her thick thighs to the couch. She stood up and turned around in the mirror.

Her ass was huge, 2 muscle-bound globes covered in Bucky’s blond wiry hair. Her hard palm smacked a cheek and it jiggled. She pulled her cheeks apart and grinned, “look at you now you homophobic prick!” Carefully, she reached between her cheeks and her fingers found his hole, tight and surrounded by fur. “Wonder what this feels like…”

Spitting on her fingers, she slowly inserted them. Her ass greedily welcomed them as she began to gently finger herself. “Oh, Bucky! You’ve done this before huh!” Her other hand stroked her dick as she felt a man’s prostate for the first time. “Fuck!” Her eyes rolled back in her head as sweat dripped down her powerful masculine body.

Her cock began to feel hotter and hotter as she approached his climax. A feeling like nothing else washed over her as she had her first male orgasm. Ropes of hot white cum shot out of her cock and all over her chest and her eyes crossed from pleasure.

When her balls drained, she steadied her breathing. Being a man was intoxicating, even if she was Bucky!

Downstairs, her uncle shouted. “Bucky! Get your ass down here and help me load up the car!”

“Coming dad!” She yelled back.

Merging

My boyfriend has a unique skill. You see, he is able to combine his body with someone elses, merge with them to create a new man. He never likes to do it for long though. If he stays merged for too long he runs the risk that people might notice that he, or whoever he's merged with, is missing. That's why after a year of dating he reveled his ability to me. The feeling of merging was like an orgasm he told me, and he didn't want to give it up. But he also didn't want to go around merging with random people and have me worrying he's disappeared and come looking for him. So we struck a deal, he would always let me know if he was going to merge with someone. It turned out though that we enjoyed merging with each other so much that he only rarely merges with anyone else.

This is what we look like usually, when we are ourselves. When we started dating we were much smaller. But my boyfriend had been merging with personal trainers so he'd have access to their knowledge and would be my personal trainer. He had done that for a couple years until we had packed on enough muscles to our liking. I admit, we are pretty hot and as a dual income household with no kids, we really did have a pretty sweet life. But that didn't stop us from mixing things up. See when we merge my Colombian body with his English one, we end up becoming an equally hot Mexican-American guy.

We spend a lot of time in our merged body, who we named Alberto. Whenever we go on vacation the first thing we do is merge and spend the whole time as Alberto. It saves money on hotels and travel, not that we needed to, but it also meant that we could go out and party and bring whoever we wanted home with us and not worry about the hassle of a threesome. We also spent a lot of our time at home as Alberto. We'd come home from work and merge together, watching in the mirror as our two muscular bodies slowly shrink into each other. As our faces morph together growing Alberto's stylish moustache, and our dicks combine to create Alberto's larger appendage. We would dress ourselves in clothes we grab from the wardrobe we have especially for Alberto's clothing since he is smaller than our actual bodies. The evenings are easier merged, it's easier to cook food for one, we don't have to compete for space on the sofa, and we don't have to debate what movie to watch as our minds are merged and we pick what Alberto would watch. Sometimes we even forget to unmerge before we go to sleep, which makes for a confusing morning as we try to do our two separate morning routines in a single body.

We'd had this routine for several years now, and as fun as it was. My boyfriend did miss the wider array of bodies he could be in when he merged with other people. And I was also curious what it would be like to merge with someone else too. That's where Zach came in.

My boyfriend and I had met him at our local gym. We had a similar gym schedule so we'd often run into Zach during our evening workouts. We'd built a polite friendship over the past months and even gone out for some drinks before. He would tell us about his dating life and we'd give him advice about which ever guy he was pursuing at the time. We'd never fooled around before or anything but that was about to change. Zach had never met Alberto before, but my boyfriend and I knew enough about Zach to make sure we could score a date with him and take him home as Alberto.

So one note we merged and headed to the gym as Alberto. Zach was clearly waiting for my boyfriend and I to show up, probably eager to talk about some dating woes. But when we struck up a conversation with him as Alberto we knew all the right things to say. Zach opened up to us, unaware of who he was talking to, over the course of our workout that evening and once we were done and headed to the changing rooms I (I guess my boyfriend and I) knew Zach was eager to get some action in the showers. We found him in a shower stall in the corner naked and already hard and quickly dropped the towel from around our waist and began making out with him. Zach was so distracted by making out and rubbing his hands over our body that he didn't notice as our chests began to sink into each other. His hand no longer just running over the top of my skin but moving around inside my body. Within a few minutes you couldn't tell that two people were hooking up in the shower but rather a disfigured lump of flesh. Our new combined body began to take on a human form again. The torso began to expand, less defined than either Zach's or Alberto's but still covered in muscles with a layer of fat over the top. Large biceps became adorned with tattoos and our new body grew taller than either Alberto or Zach had been before. A thick mane of graying hair grew from our head as thick stubble grew from our jaw. Alberto's moustache appeared on our upper lip and our face aged as wrinkles appeared. In our mind Zach's personality and memories began to mix with Alberto's to create a new persona, a mature man who enjoyed the finer things in life but also one who came home with a different guy each weekend.

Our new body finished up in the shower and headed back to the changing rooms to grab a pair of gray sweatpants that belonged to my boyfriend from Alberto's locker. That evening the three of us enjoyed some of the most intense sex with Zach's roommate. The next morning we headed back to my boyfriend's and my apartment to decide if it was time to unmerge. But standing in the mirror examining ourselves, our new personality decided he wanted to enjoy this life a little longer. He knew eventually he'd have to let Zach, my boyfriend and I backout again. But he knew that my boyfriend and I had unlocked a new desire in our relationship to bring a third into our merges more, and that Zach would want to be involved regularly.

If you ever see the three of us merged somewhere, come say hello. We'd love to add you to our body as well and see what we become.

Freak Storms

I been really busy at work. I work of a computer company for company networks. From setting up servers to desktops and laptop, back-up systems to maintenance.

A week of weird electrical storms have been rolling through the area. So we been running around town. Checking and backing up systems and memory.

I am Neal Framer. Local computer pro.

One night my boss called me and sent to to out local police station. This building is old. Definitely not set up for today's state-of-the-art systems most police stations have. No dedicated circuits, wires everywhere. And it's on the top floor of the building.

Its later at night. Most of the crew out answering calls and directing traffic. It just me and a young officer on the top floor.

I think he should be working I would think. I was not looking at his computer. He get up with his cellphone and heads to the Men's bathroom. I wonder what he could be doing? LOL

Handsome with and amazing build. Or say pretty but dumb. My job is to work on thier computers not worry about him.

Another weird strom is going on outside . So much lightning flashing out there. So I started doing back up of all thier systems . Last thing you really want to be working in a building like this. I am sure they don't even have a proper grounding on thier systems.

I look up and Officer Campbell clicking away on his computer. Seeing how bright the screen is reflecting off of his face I'm sure he's not doing police work those screens are pretty dark he must be loading up his selfies.

I could hear water dripping from the ceiling. Where I don't know. So much rain out there.

I start going around the room saving files and shutdown computers on the empty desks. We are pretty much safe all files. And the system is backed up and secured.

Officer David Campbell not once looked up at me. Just sitting there tapping his keyboard. If he looked around or down he might have noticed the water from the roof leak pooling around him. And I was so focus on the computers and the mainframe systems I did not notice it either.

I sat down at the desk facing him and start to save a back up that computer. He leaning back in his chair one of his feet was under the desk on my side touch my foot. Our shoes are wet from the puddle of water that formed underneath us. The Strom outside was going crazy. One lightning flash after another. There was a huge flash of light and it shook the building. I am sure it got hit.

I can feel an electrical surge rushing through my body I was frozen as was the Young officer across from me also was being Zapped at the same time. Just like me. Officer David Campbell had one hand one the keyboard and the other on the mouse. The CPU units sat on the floor under the desks.

My mind was spinning faster then a hard drive in a date transfer. Little did I know I was being trasfer. I also felt something being transferred into me.

We both passed out from the surge. I started to come around some time later. Strom still going crazy outside. I looked across and the young man who was working on the computer across from me was face down on the keyboard. I got to my feet. I bit dizzy and confused. I checked on him. He was alive but out cold. I grabbed my radio and called for assistance.

Holy crap. I have his body and in his uniform

I am Officer Neal Campbell. The computer guy across from me was now David Farmer. We kinda swapped bodies and lives. But I still had my face and he had David face. But less hunk and more geek.

A bit freaked out at first. But once his mind stopped spinning he was thinking he was the computer geeks sent here to work on the computers. And he got a power jolt when the building got hit by lightning.

Captain had us both checked out by the paramedics and we turned out okay . He sent David Farmer the computer tech home the rest and he also told me I was off for a few days to recoup myself. Reporting back in a few days.

It was a weird I drove home in my police cruiser to my apartment with the name Neil Campbell on the mailbox.

The place was a cops apartment , pictures of me at graduation and other pictures of me and uniform.

This was so weird but awesome at the same time. I think I was,, I swear I was the computer geek and David was the cop that just doesn't look right anymore.

After few days my head cleared and I remember going to the police academy and becoming a police officer, My Views in life are now from the view of Officer Neil Campbell.

I see David every now and then when he comes and works on the station computer system seems kind of scared and timid when he looks at me. Geek..... LOL

Time for a selfie

Man of My Dreams

There he is again. The man of my dreams. Literally. Ever since I crossed path with him in that oriental market last month and I knocked over some kind of “magical dream dust” in the stand we passed by, accidentally inhaling a shit load of it, I’ve been seeing him in my dreams every night. And it’s always the same scenario: We’re in the oriental market, I see him a few feet away, I get completely mesmerized by his handsome face and massive muscles, and it’s not until he’s right in front of me that I realize we’re about to collide so I jump to the side to avoid him… crashing straight into the stand. He just stands there and sneer at me like I’m some pathetic insect before walking along. I hate it… yet god does he look hot walking away from me like that…

Anyways, the first few nights I just let it happen as it actually happened. Walk, crash, stare. Walk, crash, stare. However, by the fifth night I had had enough of his condescending looks and mustered the courage to yell back at him; telling him not to look at me that way and ask him how he would feel if he was the one in this humiliating position. Suddenly, like a switch had been pushed, his smug grin disappeared and he turned around and walked away. Thinking nothing more of it, I paid the shop owner, cleaned up after me and woke up soon after.

The night after though, much to my surprise, just as I was about to jump to the side he instead flung himself against the table of dusts in my place. Albeit confused and shocked, I decided to help him up… only to have him swat my hand away. “Fuck you…” He said, as I saw humiliation in his eyes. He picked himself up and walked away, not even paying for the damage he had caused.

“Show some gratitude next time, will ya!” I shouted at him as he disappeared among the crowd of people. And surely enough, the next night he actually let me help him up (though I almost fell over myself) and thanked me for my help. That’s when I realized I somehow had control over this hunk in my dream. I spent the next occurring nights testing my theory: I had him clean up and pay for the damage. Be friendlier and kinder. Take off his pants… so I could wash them for him.

However, it wasn’t until I had us exchange numbers in the dream and he suddenly called me during my working hours in broad daylight that I realized it was more than just a silly dreams. Somehow what happened in the recurring dream affected reality too! I had him completely under my grasp!

Soon enough I created scenarios where I had him fall head over heels with me, ask me to become his boyfriend, and even going as far as to invite me into his apartment where I fucked the brains out of him and his muscular tight ass. Imagine the bliss I was in when I woke up in the morning to find him sleeping in the bed next to me. I would play with his huge muscles, smell his musky odor and give his bristled face a kiss as I snuggled closer.

Yet… something was gnawing at me - a thought I couldn’t get out of my head. Anything is possible in a dream… wouldn’t that mean that I could… no, I couldn’t… could I?

“Only one way to find out…” I thought to myself before closing my eyes and trying to fall asleep again….

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There he is again. The man of my dreams. Walking towards me just as tall and sexy as always. I quickened my steps so I could catch up to him before the collision by the stand. He was gloating at some hot babe walking past him instead of looking forward, which was probably the reason we were in this predicament to begin with. No matter, it made it much easier for me to test out my theory.

Walking briskly towards him, I thought back to the few short days I had spent together with him. Sure, having him as my boyfriend had been lovely, but somewhere deep inside of me I knew it wasn’t what I really yearned for. No, I didn’t want to be with him… I desired to BE him.

So, as I kept ramping up speed my mind was focused on one thing and one thing only: his amazingly muscular body. I focused, I imagined, I wished with all my might to be inside of it. And this time, instead of jumping to the side or colliding with him, I felt myself somehow disappear right into him. I found my vision shift and my balance shift a bit; as I now walked towards the opposite direction! Sure enough, looking down I found myself so much taller, stronger and… perfect. Feeling around, I fondled my enormous bulge and caressed my firm chest. With a smug grin on my new handsome face I kept walking, absorbing the stares of everyone around me and waiting for this wonderful dream to end…

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I woke up to the warm sunlight shining in my eyes and the memories of a very wonderful dream. The cool air blew against my naked skin and I found myself alone in a very familiar bed. I only had to look down to see a body covered with strong muscles and a morning wood so hard it was almost painful. So I grabbed it with my callused hands and tugged at it so fiercely till I screamed and spewed all over my chest and boyishly beautiful face. As I scooped every last drop of my man seed into my mouth a tickling sensation entered my nose. “ACHOOO!” I found myself sneezing loudly as blue dust escaped my nose and scattered across the sheets and my sweaty glistening chest. “Guess that means no more dreams… not that I need those anymore.” I thought to myself as I pushed myself up and stared at the mirror across the bedroom.

“Oh. There he is again.” I said proudly with my gruff voice. A smug grin on the most handsome face I’ve ever seen. “The man of my dreams… me.”

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

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

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

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

The old man took a deep breath. He was constantly trying not to pass out as the powerful ecstasy spread through his legs and throughout his body. But the stronger and deeper the ecstasy became, the more difficult it was. He felt those powerful muscular legs shaking. Previously it had been a sign of weakness, but now it actually excited him. It was proof that his invention buried in the sand, a machine that extracted little by little the strength of every muscular young man on the beach and transferred it to him, was working properly.

The old scientist clenched his fists and held on to keep himself awake through all the ecstasy. He moaned softly and slowly touched himself. He had been really small and weak all his life. But now he has an incredible amount of stamina and a huge muscular body. Although his invention did not rejuvenate his face, it was upgraded into a more handsome and healthy version as he gained the energy of a young muscular man. All age spots disappeared from his skin and he had a healthy tan. Although some wrinkles remained on his face, it actually added to his charm. He has become so superior that everyone envies him.

Bulging!

The more energy he put into it, the bigger his body became. The old man’s tiny speedo no longer fit his powerful, massive, muscular body.

A man stumbled through the alley, his lungs burning and his heart racing. His vision blurred, he couldn't tell if it was from the tears streaming down his face or the alcohol coursing through his veins. The cold, hard pavement beneath him did little to steady his shaking hands as he tried to fish out his keys. Suddenly, a bright light shone down upon him, and before he knew it, strong arms were lifting him off the ground and slamming him against the brick wall. The world spun, his head pounded, and the last thing he remembered was the voice of the officer, young and unsympathetic, telling him to get a hold of himself and get out of here.

The next thing he knew, he was in the cop's body, looking down at his own, bruised and battered, lying unconscious on the ground.

Confused and disoriented, he felt the weight of the gun holstered at his side and the badge pinned to his chest. The officer's voice echoed in his mind, telling him to not get caught up in this life again. He glanced around the alley, still reeling from the sudden body swap, and decided it was time to get out of there.

He climbed into the cop car and took a moment to familiarize himself with the controls and features of his new body. The car was in great condition, just like the officer's. He started it up and drove off, carefully navigating through the city streets. As he drove, he tried to make sense of what had happened and how he could possibly get back to his own body.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden urge. He glanced down at his crotch and felt a stirring in his pants. He felt the officer's urges. He fought against the feeling, trying to focus on finding a way to switch back. But the urge grew stronger, and before he knew it, he was pulling the car over to the side of the road and unzipping his pants.

He leaned forward, burying his face in his hands, trying to block out the sensation of her touch on his skin. The cop car felt hot and claustrophobic, and he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. He closed his eyes and let go, giving in to the pleasure that coursed through his body.

The release was brief but powerful, and as it subsided, he felt a sense of shame and disgust wash over him. He sat up and wiped his hands on his pants, trying to erase the memory of what had just happened. He knew he needed to get out of the car, away from the officer's urges. He reached for the door handle, but before he could open it, a thought occurred to him.

He could use the cop's resources to find a way to switch back. With determination, he started the car again and began to drive through the city, searching for any clue as to how he could return to his own body. The weight of the gun and the badge seemed heavier than ever, a constant reminder of the life he had left behind.

As he drove, he caught sight of a mirror and gasped. His face was the same as the officer's, the same features that had berated and threatened him only hours ago. He reached up and touched his own face, feeling the unfamiliar skin. It was like looking at a stranger, someone who had taken over his life

What Do You Desire?

"Look man, I told you I don't really swing that way. So can you ju-" "What is it that you desire?" It was such a simple question but it was the last thing John expected to be asked while he was out at the club with some friends. They all eventually split off though and that was when the handsome man dressed in a suit had come up to him. The last thing that John wanted was to be hit on by a guy, even if he did find it flattering. But the moment he told the guy for the third time that he wasn't interested, the man stared into his eyes and spoke in that silky smooth voice.

"What is it that you desire?"

"I...Desire...?" John blinked as he stared at the man, it was suddenly getting harder to think the longer he stared into that deep brown. It was so hard to think about anything, do anything but focus on that captivating gaze and think about desire. He was a nerdy guy who didn't look like he much belonged at the club, only going out because one of his roommates had pushed him into it, trying to get him laid. But there was no luck, he was too nervous and too shy. He hadn't even realised that the man had somehow ebbed him into a dark alleyway close to the club, where nobody else was around.

"I think you desire being told what to do..."

No way, John never liked it when people told him what to do. Even at work, he always hated faking a smile, as if he was looking forward to being ordered around by his boss. He blinked, thoughts feeling muddied and unclear for the first time that night.

He suddenly found himself giving a dumb smile, one that was full of compliance, the grin that told somebody that he had nothing going on. Whether it was a drinking contest or a kiss, he looked dumb enough to do it without thinking, because he didn't think.

Wait but that wasn't right. John...didn't he have a PhD? He looked up, last dregs of intellect forming into realisation as his eyes widened while he stared at the handsome man.

"In fact I think you desire to kiss me with those full lips..."

Full lips? John was sure he was the type to have thin lips, there was barely any desirable features on his face. But the more he thought about it, the more he could feel how his lips grew wider, somewhat heavier as he reached forward, like his body was magnetically attracted to the man. He kissed him like he hungered for it, he kissed him like he wanted to test out these new lips and moaned at how good it felt to kiss a man.

"Enjoying yourself? I'm sure, since you desire to be with men after all, don't you?"

He did. He loved to be with men. God, he was such a slut for men even. He wanted to have them in every orifice, their dicks down his throat and up his ass. As the man slapped his ass, he could feel, much like his lips, the ass cheeks swelling as he moaned and let the man palm him, fingers pushing against his...pants?

No...He wouldn't be wearing pants out to the club. More like shorts, denim shorts that hung tight onto his inflated juicy cheeks and could show off his legs.

"Mmm and of course with such a handsome body, every man wants to be with you. You desire men to worship your body."

He loved it when men worshipped his body. John no longer was scared of sex, of the intimacy of having another person in their bed. In fact beds were somewhat a rarity, alleyways like this and nightclubs was where he loved to get fucked after all. But it made sense, since his club was a place he worked.

"In fact Javi you desire a job where men admire your body." He did! It's why he had asked the man if he could work at his club after all, simply titled LUX, an erotic venue where he could strip and dance for men, gyrate his hips that started to fill out slightly. As his skin grew less pale, like someone who regularly went outside instead of the nerd that stayed at home, his hips gyrated beneath the man's touch.

His skinny body grew into one that was far more muscular and lean, memories of studying at the library replaced with fucking his personal trainer and working out together at the gym. In fact, John Javier realised that he loved the gym a lot. He never had any desire to not exercise, because it just meant that he could look even better for all his clients.

The slight tan spread over his body as he moaned and groaned underneath the man's boss's touch.

"And you desire to service me, to kiss me, to work for me..."

Javier's cock had grown, not only bigger from how horny he was getting, but from the transformation itself. All the changes were making his mind be wiped away, his tired eyes suddenly looked slightly more youthful, wrinkles from stressing and bad skincare smoothed over. Suddenly he wasn't some late twenties grad student but instead Javier was a young twenty-something dancer as his thoughts slowly began to transform into espanol.

It made it harder for John to think, harder to enfocar, harder para resistirlo, harder hacer cualquier cosa, so hard ya que no puede parar, HARD hasta que no puede resistir y debe ceder as his cock throbbed.

"I think you desire to let go, to cum..."

And with one final kiss, one final command, Javier moaned into it and let himself give in entirely. He moaned, the last dregs of John his old self filling his cock as he came everywhere, all over his boss and himself. It was just so hard not to, especially when he was only wearing denim shorts and sandals, moaning and begging for more as he held onto his boss, completely changed.

"Oh fuck boss, that was tan bueno," Javier giggled as he looked down at himself and the mess he had made, needing to head backstage and clean himself up. It wouldn't be the first time he and his boss got together in the alley, but it wasn't his fault, his boss was just a total hottie and he was an airheaded himbo who would do whatever his boss asked.

From nervous nerd to a hot himbo, Javier was no longer the same man that walked into LUX. But then again he knew that no men who ever came in were the same when they came out and he couldn't be any happier.

After all, this is what he desired.

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Amy was glad she'd finally managed to snag a night alone with her boyfriend at his place. It was far nicer than the small apartment across town she rented, but that was largely in part thanks to Theo still living with his father. When his Dad had some fancy science job Amy couldn't understand she wasn't going to blame him one bit for not yet moving out of the almost mansion he lived in. Just Theo and his father alone in the massive house with everything from a private pool to the most decked out kitchen ever, it really was a nice place.

She rarely visited though, as there was one major problem with Theo’s Dad. Despite his intelligence, the man could be more than a little racist towards Amy on the odd occasion they crossed paths. ‘Out of sight out of mind’ was the philosophy they had unspokenly adopted; as long as she didn't come over when he was around he didn't have to think about his son dating a black girl. Tonight he was finally working late on some new project, so they'd taken the opportunity to arrange a night in together.

Unfortunately for the couple, things weren't going to go exactly to plan for them…

Nick, Theo's father, was on his way home early after a failure of a day at work. It should have been his night of huge success, hence his plan to work right into the early hours of the following morning. Everything had gone to shit though when the machine exploded and shocked him badly in the effort to fix it. He was pissed off and in pain, so instead of carrying on he decided to change plans and head home, leave the interns in the morning to clean everything up. 

“Theo! I'm home son!” Nick called as he arrived back home a few hours after he left. 

Upstairs, both Theo and Amy shot off the bed in alarm. They knew that voice well, and it was one that shouldn't be home yet. Everything moved too slowly though, as before they could even think of what to do there were footsteps coming up the stairs. Nick always liked to come say hello to his son when he got back, which right now was the biggest pain in Theo's ass. There was no time to pretend Amy wasn’t here before his dad got to the door, if he hadn’t already realised she was here from the bag and shoes downstairs. 

“Things didn’t quite go to plan son, so I-” 

Nick stopped when he pushed open the bedroom door to see the one person he didn’t want to see tonight. Amy, the girl that’d corrupted his son to some new woke way of thinking, at least as far as he was concerned. Ordinarily he would have told her to leave and said nothing more, but this was no ordinary day. He was angry at himself for fucking up his own experiment, and the painful tingling sensation from the knockback still hadn’t gone away. So, instead of forcing himself to be nice he made the snap decision to be quite the opposite and throw Amy out himself.

Theo could only watch as his father stormed across the room towards Amy, looking more furious than Theo had ever seen him. He sensed that this was more than just being annoyed at her presence, but it wasn’t like he had time to talk things through before his Dad had roughly grabbed Amy’s wrist to pull her out of the room. 

Everything slowed down the moment Nick’s hand touched Amy’s skin. Seconds felt like hours to the pair as the strange sensation that’d lingered with Nick passed from him and into Amy, then back again. Neither knew what it really was, though Nick had a hint of suspicion. It wouldn’t fair him well though as everything was happening too quickly for either to react. One moment Nick had grabbed Amy’s arm, the next it was like her body was melting into his through the contact. It was hard to tell where her body ended and Nick’s began, and this was only the start. 

Over the next few seconds, whatever was happening to the two of them got worse. The lines that blurred the boundary between their forms grew hazier, barely able to discern who’s arm they now shared. That turned to jumps in their vision as their heads too started to slow together into one, both now sharing the same view of a shirtless, confused Theo. 

After the lines fully blurred between the two and started to settle, it became obvious that somehow Nick’s body was the one coming out on top. Less and less of Amy’s body could be seen, instead Nick’s was intact as whatever effect subsided. His wasn’t entirely unscathed though. Instead his body was far cleaner and stronger looking than it had been in years. With the work he’d lost some of his focus on the physical health standards he’d instilled in Theo, letting himself get a little fat and start balding. Now As the pair became one Nick’s body was far more muscular and attractive, but no less old. His body was refreshed and refined, and all thanks to Amy. 

He wasn’t the one in the driver’s seat though as Theo would soon find out. Whilst Nick’s body had survived the merge, Amy’s mind was the one that won out as stronger. Younger and calmer, it hadn’t been too hard for her to fight down the angry bigoted man that was her boyfriend’s father. Not that she knew why she was fighting, but in the moment she’d known she had to. Now as everything settled and the strange feeling that’d appeared went away, Amy was left in full control of Nick’s changed body, with only an echo of his knowledge in the back of her mind. 

All of this had taken place in the span of less than a second. From Theo’s perspective he’d watched his Dad grab his girlfriend’s arm, then he blinked and Amy was gone and his Dad was hot. 

“Wait, what??” He said the moment his brain caught up to the reality of the situation. “What the fuck did you just do Dad? Where’s Amy, and why do you look different?” Theo started to glance around the room, but there wasn’t anywhere she could have one so fast. 

“Theo? What are you talking about? I’m right here!” She said, then blinked at the sound of her own deep voice. Powerful and commanding, it was nothing like the one she had expected to come out of her mouth.

Theo moved around the bed to stand in front of his Dad, his eyes unconsciously taking in the more attractive version that now stood before him. “Dad, I don’t know what this is but it isn’t funny. Where’s Amy? What have you done with her, because if you’ve hurt her then-”

A kiss froze Theo in his rant. Amy hadn’t seen any other way to shut her boyfriend up than that, as drastic as it was given her current form. A rough scratch of unshaved facial hair as masculine lips of father and son slid together, the shock of which shut Theo right up. His father was kissing him, that much he was aware of. The why though, that was the biggest shock. Because, as much as he knew it was his Dad kissing him, there was something so unmistakably Amy about the whole thing. The way his tongue darted out to swipe at his lips and demand entry, the way his hands settled gently onto Theo’s waist, even the slight tilt of his head to slot them better together, everything about it screamed like it was coming from someone who’d kissed him a thousand times over.

Theo shoved the pair of them apart a couple of seconds later, then wiped his mouth and panted a little. The kiss had been hot, hotter than anything with Amy before this without question, but this was wrong! This was still his Dad’s body at the end of the day, no matter who he believed was in control. 

“Wow, your Dad sure hated that.” Amy in his new male body chuckled. 

Theo blinked. Of course she’d find a way to laugh about all this instead of being as freaked out as he was. “What?”

“I’ve got a sort of echo of him in the back of my mind, or I think at least. Me kissing you just now? Hated it with everything he has left.” Amy continued, unable to stop the smirk on his face. 

As Theo stood there and processed his shock, Amy went to work getting a proper look at himself. He flexed his arms, bounced his pecs, then even lifted one arm and took a good long sniff of the incredible ripe smell that lingered there. By all means she shouldn’t be okay with this, but somehow he was. This body felt strong and powerful, like he could actually protect himself instead of relying on Theo to make him feel safe. He’d hated the sweaty stench of Theo after the gym before today, but with his new nose it was totally the opposite. A day of working in the summer heat on his machine combined with the change had made Nick’s body sweaty as hell, and Amy couldn’t help but enjoy it now. 

And then there was the ease with which he’d already started to think of himself as a man. Maybe it was the echo of Nick’s actual father or maybe Amy had never been all that attached to being a girl, but right now he couldn’t care less. The muscles felt amazing, the weight of the cock and balls between his legs felt natural and not strange in the slightest. 

“So what if I’m your Dad now, is that so bad?” Amy took a step towards his boyfriend. “You’re hard as a rock and we both know you’re bi, we met during a threesome with my ex-boyfriend after all. Now things are just a little different between us, that’s all.”

Theo gulped. He knew it was wrong, but Amy was right. He’d enjoyed kissing this hotter version of his Dad, enjoyed his girlfriend letting out the dominant side he knew was there and taking charge. And, in some fucked up way he liked the feeling if being close to a man he’d always had a little friction with given their differing views. 

“Different how…?” He asked, the nerves in his voice obvious to both of them. 

Amy shrugged. “Now instead of boyfriend and girlfriend you’re my son.” The whispering lingers of the old Nick made it easy for Amy to make that assertion without feeling too odd about it, mostly turned on if nothing else. “We can hang out like we always do, go to the gym and have sex, everything the same as before. Only, now when we do it it’ll be as a Daddy and his boy. I’m… Anton instead of Amy. Under the same roof with you teaching me all about what it takes to be a man. What’d you say son?”

“I….” 

Theo bit his lip and frowned as he considered things. Could it really be this easy? Could he really just accept this new version of his father and girlfriend? His Dad had always said to be grateful for what you were given so maybe…

“Alright then Dad, I can work with this.” He said as he stepped up and pressed his face into his father’s armpit. A deep inhale later and Theo was harder than ever; he’d always loved the way men smelt and this was the best of it. “You smell so fucking good Dad, like whoa… First lesson of being a man, we don’t shower nearly as much as we say we do, okay?”

Anton chuckled. “That’s fine by me son, I’ll make sure I don’t just for you. Now get licking boy.”

Mikey couldn’t believe it was working. That old spell book in his grandfather’s chest was for real. Holding Saul’s hand, he could feel a strange energy fill his body. 

“Holy shit lil’ dude” the older boy exclaimed. “Look at you!”  

Mike glanced to the side where he had his mirror and look at his reflection in shock. He was rapidly growing, almost reaching Saul’s height as a senior. His shirt felt increasingly constrictive as his arms bulged, chest muscles began to push the fabric, back widened. Take off the glasses and ditch the button-up and he could pass as part of the swimming team, or maybe the soccer team... 

“Wow...” was all he could muster in his new, slightly huskier voice. 

“Bro...” Saul nudged him, but the boy was too enraptured in his marvelous growth to notice the older boy begin to dwindle in height and lose much of his size. 

“Bro! I think you’re good for now! Let go!” Saul called louder this time, using his free arm to pull off Mikey’s hand from his own. 

“Oh!” Mikey exclaimed as he came to himself. “I’m sorry! I was so...” he began to mutter as his eyes went back to the mirror and his improved form “-amazed...” he concluded as he tried to move around in his too-small clothes. 

“Yeah... I noticed...” Saul commented in an annoyed tone as he lifted his arms to see how baggy his shirt was now. He silently appreciated the belt holding up his shorts. “Anymore and I’d come out of this looking like a middle schooler... “ 

Mikey looked at his friend, noticing how they practically saw eye to eye now, but the bulk and size the eighteen-year-old had before were gone. He’d still pass for a senior, maybe a junior, but a more average looking one now.  

He smirked. “Nah! You’re still a big boy.” He playfully patted him on the shoulder. “Besides, you’d probably be a cute middle schooler anyway.” He commented. 

“Don’t get any ideas, Mikey!” He pointed at Mike. “Don’t make me regret this!” 

Mikey nodded. “Don’t worry! I promise I won’t.” He hugged his friend, feeling the new power in his arms. If he wanted, he thought, he could hold Saul like that with minimal effort. It felt good. During his strong hug he could swear he felt a poke against his leg, but as he let go, he could see nothing out of the ordinary, aside from what could be a slight blush on Saul’s heavy tanned skin. 

“Thank you! I mean it!” Mikey said. “I just need to stop being kicked around by Hank and his imbecile posse. And now,” he attempted to flex a bicep, but stopping as soon as he started hearing a tear in the fabric “I can! And all thanks to you.” 

“Yeah yeah! I know I’m awesome!” Saul waved. “Just give me back my...” he looked up and down to the burgeoning athlete in dork clothes “you know, everything, next week. That should be enough...”  

“Don’t worry.” Mike said with a wink. “I’ll put your... everything to good use!” 

-- 

Saul left soon after and Mikey thanked the heavens. He couldn’t stand in these terribly tight clothes anymore! His shirt, his socks, but more urgent yet, his underwear. 

Taking off his button shirt with effort, Mikey was in awe of his new sculpted pecs protruding from his chest, he caressed them and followed down to an immaculate row of abs connecting to his waist. He pulled off the trousers, that now looked like they were close to tearing at the seams. His legs were wide and powerful. His feet looked bigger, even. And gazing up he stopped at his poor white briefs, pushing and compressing an impressive bulge. 

“Wow...” He moaned. “I guess I got some of Saul’s ‘other’ size too...” He thought as he pulled down the last piece of constrictive clothes. A long, girthy semi erect dick whipped out of the small nerdy briefs. “I must be, like... 7 inches now!” Mikey said, grabbing his newly improved fuckstick. It felt heavy in his hand, being accustomed to his 4 incher. “Poor Saul.” He thought, making a note to return him his size as soon as he could. 

“But for now...” He smirked and flexed his huge biceps. His dick twitched at the sight. “I want to enjoy the ride.” 

-- 

Saul was getting restless. The week was almost over and not a word for his neighbor. Mikey was always a good kid, and he was tired of hearing how he was constantly getting bullied by some idiot jocks... 

He looked at his mirror. He missed his muscles and the size he used to carry, but he couldn’t help thinking how he kinda looked cuter with a bit less meat in his bones, more of an average but still charming high school boy. He felt a tingle in his lower area, making him rethink all of that. If he knew Mikey’s weird spell would also drain away his size down there, he’d probably reconsider being a donor. Even in his boxers, there was hardly any bump in the front. His healthy looking 6 incher, now closer to 4, at most... 

Suddenly there was a strong knock at the door. 

Mikey! It had to be him! 

Saul flew down the stairs, only in a baggy t-shirt and boxers. He wasn’t prepared for who was waiting on the other side of the door. 

A hulking muscular beast walked in. “Hey there little dude.” He said in a deep voice as he looked down at Saul. “Did you get smaller since I last see you?” 

“Mikey?” Saul asked incredulous. This muscle god was at least 7 feet tall by now, his massive chest barely covered by a tank top, strong thick arms stretched behind his head exposing a pair of sweaty and moderately hairy pits. The monster smirked at Saul, and it was clear it was his friend’s face. More masculine, more defined, perfect skin instead of the normal zits, a killer smile... 

“I go by Mike now. Mikey was giving people the impression I was some tiny nerd or something.” He brings one of his arms down and casually adjusts his crotch. “And there’s nothing tiny here, right?” He laughs.  

Saul could see the outline of the massive snake in his underwear, easily spotted in all its thick glory even through the sweatpants Mike was wearing. 

“What...what happened? You were like...not half as big last week.” Saul asked the giant teen boy. 

“Well, it was all thanks to you, buddy!” He said as he walked towards Saul and grabbed him in a strong hug. Saul’s head resting against the boy’s giant pec. He suddenly felt inundated by the smell coming from his arms. Saul’s head started swimming and a tingle made his dick twitch. 

“You should’ve seen Hank’s face!” Mike laughed and let go of Saul, walking towards the living room and sitting in the sofa, legs wide apart. “When he saw I was as tall as him and was like, as jacked as him, I think he shat his pants. For the first day in my high school life, they left me alone. I couldn’t believe it was that easy!” 

“That’s great! But then-” Saul tried to speak. 

“I wasn’t done speaking, bro.” Mike interrupted, in a calm, but authoritative way. His voice caused a tingle to spread down Saul’s spine and into his lower area. 

“Well, you won’t believe what those pussies tried next!” He continued, now in a friendlier tone. Saul, however, couldn’t shake off the force the boy exuded and the respect he commanded with a simple sentence. He stood in front of the huge teen as he stretched on the couch.  

“They waited for me outside the school the next day. Waited for me to be alone and then Hank grabbed me and dragged me to old warehouse. I guess he thought he couldn’t put me in my place alone now, so he wanted to gang up on me where no one could see. Can you imagine though? How could those losers ever think my place was beneath them?” He laughed at the notion. 

“And wasn’t he surprised when he noticed my shoulders were too wide for him to grab me like that. And weren’t his friends shocked when he let go of me and was just a skinny brat. You should’ve seen his face. Wait. You can actually see it. I took pictures.” Mike said, picking his phone from his pocket. Turning the screen to Saul, the awe-struck boy could see a kid looking no older than 12, swimming in his oversized clothes, looking up in shock. 

“Glad I remembered grandad’s spell, eh?” He winked at Saul, who nodded, not wanting to interrupt his friend again. 

“Well, after the brat was taken care of, his friends were easy pickings, to be honest. With every bit of muscle I took, I took ability, masculinity, everything that made them jocks. They had nowhere to run, and I took it all.” He laughed. 

“So, what do you think lil’ bro?” Mike smirked at Saul as he flexed his gigantic biceps. 

Saul dry swallowed. What did he think. Right in front of him was the biggest 15-year-old in the world, most likely. He exuded power and masculinity. He fumbled for words. He felt butterflies in his stomach and the tingling in his dick was stronger than ever. Not just his dick, either. He felt a yearning, inside... 

“Mike-” he almost used his old nickname. “That’s insane. You’re like, bodybuilder huge!”  

“I know, right? Pretty sick!” He guffawed. “Didn’t feel the need to drain them as much as Hanky boy, but they’re pretty much nobodies now. Horny submissive nobodies, actually.” Saul was shook. “They can’t seem to quit my dick, now.” 

“But then again.” Mike grabbed a handful of cock “I got about four jocks worth of testosterone and musk so...” He looked suggestively at Saul “who would be able to...” 

Saul tried to repress the growing feeling inside him. “But your folks? I live right next door and saw nothing different. No one was surprised about this much growth?” He tried to change the subject. 

“Oh that!” Mike waved. “Another one of grandad’s spells. Basically, it normalized things. If you’re outside the spell, that’s how things always were. Kids at school all think that this is how I always looked. Well except for Hanky boy and the bottom bunch. Even if they wanted to tell someone what happened no one would believe them. I think they like knowing their muscles made me this huge, and if they don’t, they should. But yeah, since you were outside that spell it probably, sorta normalized things for you too...”   

Saul just nodded. It made sense. Even though his head was spinning from all this information and the increasing muskiness in the room. 

“So yeah. It’s all thanks to you, lil’ buddy!” Mike reached in front and grabbed Saul until the smaller 18-year-old was straddling his huge quad. Mike’s strong arms surrounded the boy and hugged him tightly. Saul couldn’t help himself but sitting on his friend's leg and putting his hands on his muscular body. 

“I came over to honor my end of the deal. Give you back your muscle. Your height. A few inches down there...” he chuckled. “Unless you don’t want me to.” 

Saul looked shockingly into his friend’s eyes, still holding to his pecs and shoulders. How could he think that was the case. For an entire week he’s been forced to live without his hard-earned physique. It’s not like it’s that bad, and he had to admit he fit real comfortably on Mike’s lap like that, but still... 

“Unless you want me to keep them. Keep looking like this.” He spoke softly, in a voice that twisted his thoughts. 

 “I think that’s what you want.” He chuckled softly; poking Saul’s modest but raging boner. A large wet spot already had formed on the front of his boxers. “And if that’s the case, I’m sure I can pay you back some other way.” Mike’s big meaty hand slid down Saul’s slender back until it found his supple ass. Saul yelped as the hand caressed his backside. “I’ll make sure to give it all to you. Again, and again...” He whispered at his ear. 

“But you have to be the one to say so.” He continued. “So, what will it be?”  

Saul still looked at his friend’s eyes, his hands wandered freely on Mike’s massive chest. He couldn’t think straight, and the yearning inside grew and grew until he finally admitted to himself what it really was.  

He wanted this muscle god inside him. He knew he’d gladly give all his muscle, all his masculinity, just to be owned by this perfect specimen. No matter how many others there were; to know he was Mike’s. To be used as he saw fit. Saul could only hope he was able to give more to this example of athletic perfection. More of his height, so he’d be smaller, and Mike could manhandle him with even more ease, more of his dick and balls, now useless for Mike’s intended purpose, so he could add more to the python and orange sized balls his former nerd friend now had. 

And as he imagined that and he became even more hungry for cock, Saul felt himself sink deeper, fit even more snugly in Mike’s embrace. He could feel the teenage titan stretch a bit more; his spine extend a couple more inches; his frame swell with some more pounds of muscle...  

Saul looked up at Mike and approached his mouth to his, still afraid to make any noise, and meekly nodded. After all, the choice was obvious. 

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Well this has been my first "longer" story and the first experiment in making stories without a picture for inspiration and instead drawing random themes from a choice wheel. This time the themes were Muscle Theft and Corruption ;)

The AI picture is just meant as a placeholder for now, as I haven't found a appropriate picture for it ( and I know you pervs prefer TF stories with pictures). I invite people to submit pictures to accompany this story. And finally, if you have suggestions of other places I could post my longer stories from now on, please let me know!!

Magic Mustache - Chapter 1

A chapter commissioned by @beardobession:

Cam’s mom had asked if he wanted to get grad photos taken, but he shuddered at the thought that the way he looked, even at 18 years old, would be commemorated for all time. He looked nothing like the “barely legal” dudes he watched in porn videos all the time, with bulging muscles covered in hair, even the ones billed as twinks capable of light stubble, but most bursting forth with manly facial hair designs from goatees to mustaches to full-on beards. He had a sneaking suspicion that most of them weren’t actually 18, but that didn’t prevent him from being jealous.

That’s why his finger was hovering over the “Add to Cart” button on an Amazon product called Magic Mustache, which claimed - under the banner “Barbers Hate This!” - to be such a realistic-looking false mustache that you could fool anyone in your life into thinking you grew it yourself. Cam wasn’t trying to gaslight anyone or nothing, but last year all the boys in his small Virginia town had participated in Movember and he was the only one who didn’t sprout a single hair. He was hoping to be able to make himself a new man when he started college in Boston in the Fall, and maybe a few pictures with the mustache would convince people he was able to grow one but had merely elected to shave it off.

Fuck it. He added it to the cart and made the purchase.

Ding dong!

He ran to the front door and opened it, expecting to see one of his friends. Instead, a package was lying on the doorstep, with a Magic Mustache logo emblazoned on the top. No fucking way. He had just gotten Amazon Prime the other day and hadn't used it yet, but he didn’t think it worked that fast. 

He rushed upstairs and ripped open the package, dumping the contents onto his unmade bed. It all seemed simple enough. He applied the provided spirit gum to the back of the strip of false hair and affixed it onto his upper lip. He let it dry for five minutes before he rushed into his bathroom to check it out.

He looked… idiotic. The mustache looked like a bad prop from an elementary school play, the stiff bristles looking unnaturally shiny and incredibly fake. Tears welling in his eyes, he reached up to remove the waste of money from his lip. It wouldn’t budge at first, so he tugged harder. And harder. Eventually, in a rush, the whole thing was ripped from his lip, leaving a small cut behind where the gum had pulled at his skin. He tasted copper.

He crumpled a piece of toilet paper and held it to his cut, dejectedly throwing the now ruined Magic Mustache into the trash can. 

The next morning, still mad, he loaded up Amazon so he could leave a one star review. When he pressed enter, a pop-up window read “Holding review for 7 days. This seller has requested that users only review their product after the one-week return window has closed. You will be contacted after one week and have the opportunity to edit and confirm posting of this product review. We apologize for the inconvenience.”

Frustrated, he decided to open up the selfie camera and take a picture of his cut to add to his review when he was finally allowed to publish it. But… the cut wasn’t there. He poked and prodded at his upper lip, wondering if the lighting was wrong for the camera to pick it up. But no, the cut had simply vanished. His fingertips still felt something off though, and he realized they were scraping against just a few light pinpricks of stubble.

Holy shit! He rushed to the bathroom and flipped over the reversible mirror his mom always used to pluck her eyebrows. They were tiny, but they were really there! He had stubble! Just a sparse smattering of dots, and who knew if they would grow in any further, but holy shit! They were fucking there! Cam let out a whoop, using every bit of air in the lungs that had won him the hog calling contest at the county fair three years in a row.

He poked at the stubble again, enjoying the unfamiliar feeling. His dick grew stiff in his jeans, imagining what he might look like with a full, legitimate, I-grew-it-myself, honest-to-goodness mustache. He palmed his cock, his body surging with pleasure. He reached back up to rub his lip again, only… there was more stubble now. Not, like, a lot. But he could have sworn there was only a thin strip right below his nose, where Clark Gable might have grown his mustache. But now the rough dots had extended about halfway down his lip. Was it… Could it possibly be…

He decided to spend the day at home, poking at his upper lip every 20 seconds to see if any new growth had appeared. His dick quickly deflated when he realized this was going nowhere, but the energy from his initial excitement was still coursing through his body. He felt fidgety, pumping with adrenaline, and he decided sitting in one place was not the move.

Maybe it was actually time to use the gym membership his older brother had ironically gifted him for Christmas. He felt like he could run 18 miles. He walked to their local gym, which was just a couple blocks away, next to the cigar store. He always thought that was an ironic juxtaposition, but he found himself lingering in front of the shop window a little longer than necessary, wondering what one of those huge stogies might taste like. When he arrived at the gym, he flashed his card at the bored looking teenager behind the reception desk. He hopped on the first free elliptical and began to pump back and forth, enjoying the freeing feeling of the air flowing past him. 

He almost smacked himself in the face when the dude walked in.

Boasting a haircut with the sides shaved and longer, floppy locks on top, as well as a thick beard with a poofy mustache, this guy was Cam’s perfect guy. His nightly fantasy. The kind of guy he could wake up to every morning. Fuck, he was tenting his basketball shorts.

Luckily, the elliptical he had chosen had a wall on one side and another machine strategically blocking the other, so nobody could see his boner as long as he was on the machine. But he couldn’t leave or do anything else until it died down, or he would melt into a puddle of shame. He decided to just pretend everything was fine and keep moving. His hard dick felt a little weird bobbing against the inside of his shorts, but not bad.

He was hoping his boner would go away quickly so he could make his escape, but the dude took up residence on a stationary bike right across from Cam, giving him a perfect view of the way the hairs of his mustache rippled every time he exhaled with the exertion of his workout.

Cam wondered what kissing that mustache would feel like. Hell, he wondered what having that mustache would feel like. He tried to imagine his brand new stubble eventually growing into something that luxurious and supple. He thought about the tiny dots spreading, eventually claiming his entire lip, top to bottom. He imagined the follicles germinating, tiny hairs curling from them, straightening up and reaching for the sun. At first they would be entirely separate stalks of stiff hair, but as they lengthened and softened, they wouldn’t be able to help tangling into one another, softly brushing against themselves, sending a tingle down into his skin. If he closed his mouth, he would be able to feel the bristles tickling the sensitive spread of his lower lip.

He could almost feel his lip buzzing with the image he had conjured in his brain. His dick was abuzz that whole time, feeling more and more needy and stiff with sexual tension. He decided to derail his train of thought and focus on what classes he was going to choose for his electives in the coming semester. Eventually, his boner subsided and he subtly adjusted his underwear to find a place for his now soft dick.

That’s when the hot guy got off his bike and walked right up to Cam’s elliptical.

“Nice handlebar,” the stranger said.

Cam was confused. Was this dude complimenting the handlebars of the elliptical he was holding onto? He supposed the grips were really nice and had a good ergonomic design, but it wasn’t like it was his machine or anything. He wasn’t sure what the guy was after, but someone hot was talking to him, so he just smiled awkwardly and said, “uh… thanks.”

The other man smirked. “The name’s Duke. Maybe I’ll see you around!” With that, he strode over to the back of the gym, disappearing behind the door to the pool area. Cam felt his jaw gaping open and snapped it shut, embarrassed. It took another 30 minutes of elliptical to stifle the boner that had re-emerged at this interaction, so it took 32 minutes before he noticed something weird in the gym mirror as he was leaving. 

He had a mustache. A thick stripe of brown hair completely engulfed his upper lip, curling up at the ends thanks to the hairs’ sheer length and volume. He ran his fingers through it, the soft bristles caressing his skin and parting from the movement like he was Moses with the red sea. He gave the curled ends a little tug and felt a slight shudder of pain roll through his face. Fuck, this was real. Could the Magic Mustache actually have been… magic?

Continue to Chapter 2

Magic Mustache - Chapter 2

A story commissioned by @beardobession. Read chapter 1 here to learn who these two handsome gentlemen are:

Cam saw Duke at the gym the next day, too. This wasn’t a coincidence. Duke was obviously an avid gymgoer. The way his pecs strained against his T-shirts told Cam that. If he was that disciplined with his body, Cam assumed that he was just as disciplined with his schedule, and he was proven right. The original plan was to show up at the exact time that Duke did, and “run into” him in the lobby. But Cam had been full of pent-up energy all morning and ended up going to the gym an hour early. He was on the weight bench when Duke finally walked in and he felt his heart skip a beat.

He decided to play it cool and finish his set before approaching, but a shadow fell over his eyes. Duke was standing over him, smiling, his beard freshly trimmed and looking oh-so sharp. “It’s Cam, right?”

Cam re-racked the barbell. “Yeah, it is! …How did you know my name?”

Duke’s face twitched. Cam couldn’t see beyond his thick beard (nor did he want to), but he could have sworn he saw a sliver of a blush on Duke’s upper cheeks.

“I… The guy at the counter told me. You’re new here, aren’t you? Do you need a spotter? I’d be happy to work out with you.”

“I actually do! I wanted to lift more than this, but was worried I might hurt myself. Thanks, Duke!”

Duke smiled. As he got set up, he leaned in close to Cam and murmured, “I wasn’t kidding about the mustache yesterday, dude, it looks dope.”

Cam wished he had a beard to hide his own blush. Hell, he wished he had a beard in general. But he breathed an internal sigh of relief at the compliment. That morning, he had been faced with a dilemma. When he woke up, another miracle had happened. He figured the Magic Mustache’s magic would extend only to his mustache. That felt natural, he’d thought, before realizing there was nothing natural about this situation in the first place. But when he woke up, with morning wood straining against his boxers, he felt the unmistakable scrape of stubble on his chin and cheeks.

After jerking off once (OK, twice), he had decided to shave everything but the mustache. At least for today. It was rough going, as the stubble felt even thicker than when he had woken up just an hour ago, but he wanted to highlight the growth that Duke had liked, in order to see if he caught his eye again. He didn’t know how well his plan would work!

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After a successful workout with Duke (at one point a drop of sweat had slid down Duke’s cheek and through his thick beard, plopping onto Cam’s lower thigh - he had to pretend he suddenly needed to stretch so he could wait for his boner to go away), Cam was in the locker room shrugging on a shirt when the other man emerged from a shower stall, wrapped in a towel. “Do you wanna grab a smoothie?” Duke asked.

Cam was awestruck by the sight of his bulging chest and toned abs, all covered in a dense layer of brown hair. He admired the flowering vine tattoo that snaked up the side of Duke’s firm stomach, trailing down to his hip where it vanished behind the white cotton. He wanted to see how far down it went. He… hadn’t been listening.

He snapped his dropped jaw shut and looked at Duke, summoning his most innocent expression. “What was that?”

Duke chuckled. “Let’s get a smoothie. My treat.” He threw on his clothes (the vine went all the way down his upper thigh, Cam was glad to report) and the pair headed out.

As they walked along the street, Cam lingered in front of the cigar store, staring lovingly at their wares.

“You into cigars?” asked Duke. “I partake only every once in a while, gotta keep my body clean, you know? But I can buy us a couple if you want to try them out?”

Cam could hardly believe his luck. “Y-yes, that would be great, man! Thank you! I’ll pay you back.”

Later, they strolled toward Duke’s apartment, which backed up to an alley. When they entered the alley, the cigars bulging in Duke’s back pocket, Cam made him laugh so hard that smoothie shot out of his straw and all over his front. Panicked, Cam rummaged through his shiny new gym bag (purchased yesterday once he realized he’d be going more often) for the Tide Pen he always kept handy.

“Sorry, sorry!” He leaned closer to inspect the damage, not realizing that Duke had already bent over, and their faces were now just inches apart.

Cam laughed nervously. The smell of fresh strawberries overpowered him. “There’s smoothie in your beard.”

Duke didn’t move. “Do you want a taste?”

Cam couldn’t speak. All he could muster was a nod. Then his mouth was engulfed in Duke’s, his tongue already exploring, teasing his lips open. Cam had kissed guys before. He’d felt those fireworks before. But this was something else. The internal fireworks were bright, and that felt familiar. But this was the first time he also felt the sonic boom of their explosions spread across his skin. Duke’s beard prickled against the bare skin of his chin, his mustache cushioned by Cam’s own, the strands intermingling and dancing across one another, sending tingling jolts of electricity straight through Cam’s body to his dick. He grabbed the back of Duke’s head and let the man’s tongue roll across his own, his boner stiffening and rebelling against his loose gym shorts.

As they kissed, Cam’s face began to tingle more and more. He thought this was the result of beard rash, something he’d read about and definitely wanted to experience someday. But when Duke put a gentle hand on his cheek, it rasped against stubble. His stubble was back! After just a few hours! Fuck yeah, he wasn’t gonna have any choice but to grow a beard. Cam’s boner twitched and pre-cum began to stain the front of his boxers.

In that moment, he realized something. Experimentally, he grabbed Duke’s other hand and placed it on his crotch. Duke obliged him and began to rub his hard dick, the silky texture of his boxers slipping and sliding over his shaft. Cam took both of his hands and began to run them through Duke’s beard while they kissed, enjoying the way the hair, still damp from the shower and smelling sweetly of strawberries, slid across his skin like a paintbrush.

With his right hand still half on Duke’s cheek, he reached out his thumb and touched his own cheek. With a tingle of pleasure, he realized that his stubble was indeed thickening. In fact, it couldn’t even be called stubble anymore. It was a short beard that was becoming incrementally longer, millimeter by millimeter, the hairs slightly curling as they reached greater and greater lengths.

Duke pulled back and started, staring at Cam’s face. “Cam, your beard. Do you know-“

“I know,” Cam interrupted him. “I’ve found it’s best to go with the flow on this. Please don’t worry about me, I’m loving it.”

Duke shrugged. “If you say so. Wanna come upstairs?”

Cam considered what he’d just found out. The more turned on he was, the more he thought about facial hair when he was turned on, the more his own would grow. “Fuck yeah,” he said.

Duke and Cam didn’t have full-on sex, but Cam was having enough new experiences for one day anyway. But Duke did blow him, and Cam was secretly glad that he had offered. He bunched his growing beard in one hand (it was long enough to bunch - the strands were now softening with length, becoming less like a Brillo pad and more like a field of grass, tickling his fingers as he moved) while he felt up Duke’s own beard with the other. The hairs around Duke’s lips thrilled against the skin of his cock, and he felt like he was a machine gun of precum spraying endlessly into Duke’s willing mouth.

When Duke reached up a hand to touch Cam’s chest, he paused for a moment, glancing upward, before returning to his work. Fuck! Cam hadn’t even noticed! The same pinpricks of stubble that he had found on his cheeks that morning had begun to grace his entire chest, swirling around his nipples. As he watched, they poked out even further, becoming dark, feathery flecks that made it look like he trimmed regularly. As if he would ever do that.

He felt up his own chest, enjoying the way the short hairs flicked against his hands, adding texture and dimension to every inch of skin they covered. He came without warning, sending spurt after spurt of cum into Duke’s eager, waiting mouth.

After he returned the favor, Duke showed him how to properly light a cigar and the two of them took deep puffs out on the patio. Duke had warned him that the first time he tried a cigar, he would probably hate the taste and might even burn his throat, but he felt perfectly at ease with a stogie in his hand, shooting the breeze with his gym buddy? Fuck buddy? He supposed it was both, and a glowing sense of pride suffused his body as he blew out an expert smoke ring.

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Needless to say, Cam went back to Duke’s every day after that. They didn’t smoke again (he was thinking once a month might be the best move, but he yearned for that smoky, rich flavor to roll through him again), but they sure did everything else again. And again.

He opened his computer a few days later, running his fingers through his now luxurious chest hair, which was beginning to curl into hypnotic patterns against his skin. New stubble was now blooming across his stomach, which was already feeling tighter after so many days of strenuous workouts in a row.

A notification from Amazon popped up. “7 day review hold has elapsed. Here is your original product review for Magic Mustache. Would you like to edit or publish as-is?”

Cam clicked the “edit” button and changed the review to just one word: “Life-changing.”

SEPTEMBER

Alex dragged his suitcase into the dorm, sweating with the effort, as the summer heat hadn’t quite burned away in Boston yet. His dad had offered to help him move his stuff, but he wanted to handle it on his own. It was such a rush feeling truly independent for the first time. He just hoped his roommate was nice.

When he returned to the curb to grab the last of his stuff, he heard a whistle. He turned to see a scruffy looking redneck leaning against his rusted-out scrap heap of a car. The fuck was this guy doing here? He looked totally out of place. So disheveled and hairy and totally unkempt. Alex didn’t like the look of him one bit.

The man touched the brim of his cap and asked in a thick Southern twang, “Alex, right?”

“…yeah, I’m Alex.”

“I’m your roommate, man! Cam! Nice to meetcha.”

Cam pulled Alex into a bear hug and Alex grimaced.

“What’s the matter, Alex?”

Alex gave him another once-over and decided that, while there was plenty to be concerned about here, one thing stood out above all else.

“The beard, man. I hate beards, they make guys look all scruffy and dirty. I don’t want to invite friends over and have them think you’re going to rough them up or something. The rest I can deal with, but the beard is a no-no for me.” Alex was telling the truth. He’d always favored the clean-cut look with a fervor that bordered on religious zealotry. His own stubble grew in so thick that sometimes he’d shave twice a day to make sure he was looking fresh and worthy of his place in upper-crust social circles.

“No worries, man.” muttered Cam. “I’ve got just the thing for that.”

A razor, Alex presumed. What else could he mean?

HELPING THE LESS FORTUNATE 

“C'mon It ain’t gonna suck itself boy..” “What the hell are you thinking Dennis?! Put that away!” I said frantically. Until today Dennis was homeless and out of options. Meanwhile I was stuck living with my strict, uptight, homophobic step dad Frank. My mom passed away recently and I’ve been stuck living alone with Frank and his bratty kids. I can’t afford college so even though I’m 18 now I still can’t leave this hell hole. I work at a fast food place trying to save enough money to get out of here but I can’t take it anymore. Frank treats me like a child and demeans me at every chance he gets. I have to stay a closeted homosexual too because if he ever found out about that I’m sure he’d kick me out. I’ve reached my last straw and I think it’s about time I did something about it. Skip to the part where I go to an old used book store and find a dark magic book with a spell on possession. For the spell to work you had to A. Have a person recite the spell that is neither being possessed or doing the possessing. B The person possessing had to be someone that nobody would find suspicious if they jus disappeared one day and C the person who cast the spell is the only one who can reverse the spell and if this person dies the spell breaks. That’s why I decided to have Dennis possess my step dad Frank. Dennis was a homeless man who slept in the alley by my work. I felt bad for the guy so I would bring him some burgers or fries every now and then after work. When I proposed my plan to him at first he just laughed at me, but the more detail I gave him the more interest he showed. Finally he agreed and the plan was set in motion. We waited for Frank to get home late one evening from the gym. I brought Dennis to my house where we waited for Frank to come through the front door. When he did we rushed him catching him off guard. We held my step dad to the ground as he struggled and I recited the spell and watched as Dennis’ body became intangible. He sunk into my step dad’s body as he continued to struggle. I held my hand over his mouth so he didn’t wake up his kids. Finally as Dennis’ body completely faded into Frank I let him up and he began flailing one arm and with the other arm held his own mouth shut, presumably the arm Dennis had taken control of. I shoved him into the bathroom and shut the door behind us. I watched as the possession reached completion. My step dad finally stopped struggling and he pulled himself up. Dennis was used to being dirty and out of shape, now as he stood up and stared at himself in Frank’s body his eyes lit up. He looked like a child on Christmas morning. He began flexing his muscles and flashed smiles and winks at his reflection. My pants began to stir at the sight of my handsome step fathers display of physical attraction. I covered my pants with my hand but he had already noticed through the mirror. That’s when he turned around unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans whipping out Franks erect cock. I stood frozen in shock. “C'mon It ain’t gonna suck itself boy..” “What the hell do you think you’re doing Dennis?! Put that away!” I said frantically. “Don’t be such a pussy. Nobody’s gonna find out. Ya know you want it.” “It’s not right.. That’s my..” I started feeling myself getting flustered. “Oh come off it, what’s the point of me taking over your daddy if we can’t have some fun too. I see that duck wiggling under there.” He said pointing at my pants. “I know you play for the other team, I see you lookin at them boys that come running by down the street without their shirts, ya can’t hide that shit. I see everything that happens around there.” It was so odd hearing Dennis’ speech coming through Franks masculine voice. “And this step daddy of yours is a handsome devil.” He said flexing his bicep and giving it a pat. “I can’t thank you enough for giving me this new life, the least I can do is let you live out some of your twisted fantasies.” “You know what.. You’re right! I deserve this after the crap Franks given me.” I said finally mustering up some courage. “That’s the spirit, now get on over here and give your daddy some love.” He said presenting his cock for me. “Okay.. Dad.” I said wrapping my mouth around Frank’s cock. He put his hand on my head as I deep throated his thick cock. “Ah’ fuck!! Ugh.. C'mon son! Swallow that shit!” He moaned and held himself up by the bathtowel bar behind him. Just tasting his salty thick cock was enough to get precum dribbling from my penis. We were interrupted suddenly by loud banging on the door as his Franks son starting shouting from behind the door. “Dad what the hell are you doing in there! I’m trying to talk to my girlfriend on the phone but I can’t hear with all your yelling!” He yelled. I could see anger well up in Franks face as he pulled up his pants and opened the door and started yelling back at his son, who looked at him with fear in his eyes. “Now get your ass to bed, and I don’t want to hear another fucking sound from you for the rest of the night. Understood?” He roared with authority. The 16 year old boy looked up at his father with fear and shock. Frank would never use that kind of language with his kids even when he’d discipline him. “Understood.. Sir..” The boy said as he marched back to his room. He turned back around to me the fire still in his eyes. “Woah that was kinda.. Hot.” I said. “You ain’t seen nothin yet.” He growled as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulders and smacked my ass hard. “There’s gonna be some changes around this house, but don’t worry I think I know a way for you to stay on my good side.” He said as he carried me to his bedroom where he rammed my ass all night with his thick daddy cock. I think I’m gonna like the new house rules

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