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FEStival Fiasco
Part 1
He Who Stands Amongst the Worms
Centaurus, from the day he hatched, had an intimate connection with the idea of hunger. During his youth, rarely did a day go by where he didn’t struggle to sleep due to the hunger pangs in his belly. Food was always scarce, and thus always tasted good. Only the vilest and expired garbage had no place in his stomach. What came out of that lonely and wretched life was a person that thrived in the Nebula Academy—the place where his body could feast on another.
As Centaurus crawled through the vents, his stomach began to growl. Already it was aching from the scent of chemicals that the human brain swam in. However, grabbing any host was a sure sign to immediately fail. The goals were clear-cut and set:
Minimum three human hosts
Must not attract unneeded attention that requires intervention from the professor. Failure to do so will result in an automatic failure
At least one transfer between hosts must be in a crowded area. Stealth is key
Searching for a lone host throughout these apartments was the optimal way to start, and Centaurus didn’t doubt that his classmates were thinking the exact same way. All of them, he soon noticed, except for a certain member of his class. Sneaking through the vents, Centaurus caught sight of a man convulsing on his bed, the tail end of one of Centaurus’ classmates, Mizar, slipping through his mouth. While Centaurus watch, he heard the sounds of the shower running in the other room. Clever, thought Centaurus. While it didn’t fit the conventional use of “crowded,” the fact that another human stood just a few feet away fulfilled the requirement. But not clever enough. Sorry, Mizar, but it was a good attempt.
Though Centaurus was uncertain if taking the person in the shower would really count as crowded for him as well due to one of their own already inhabiting it, the opportunity that lay before him was far too sweet to pass up. He crawled through the events and made his way over to the apartment’s bathroom. Steam filled up the entire room as the inhabitant washed his body. Muscular and large—how Centaurus liked them.
Slithering through the bathroom, making sure to remain out of sight, Centaurus made his way to where the showerhead was located. To his relief, the man remained oblivious; far too invested in his song to notice. Only when the man reached a particularly high note, mouth open in a wide O, did he finally see Centaurus pounce.
“HURP!” A quick groan was all the man was able to let out as Centaurus began crawling into his mouth. Limbs flailed as he fell to his knees, then back onto the ground as water sprayed all over his convulsing body. Centaurus slipped right in, slithered to the man’s brain, and sunk his fangs onto the fleshy organ.
So good! Centaurus thought as he drank in all of the various chemicals that ran through his new host’s brain. Dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin, and endorphins all combined to form an intoxicating cocktail that always cured the hunger that plagued Centaurus’ daily life. But, he also knew that this wasn’t enough. The hunger would return, as it always did. It was a disease that plagued his mind just beneath the surface. Even on this mission, the one that would determine the rest of his future, his hunger remained a priority. Would it remain like this for the rest of his life? Would the scars that came from those early years follow him until his eventual death?
Forget about it, Centaurus told himself. Focus on what’s right ahead. The future remains on the horizon, so treat it like that. After a second to calm his nerves, he shifted and concentrated on the host’s nervous system.
In just a few moments, Centaurus saw out of the man’s eyes. Sensations welcomed him into this respite, and he welcomed them greatly. The way his body shifted as he stood on those unsteady, inefficient legs, the water that gently struck his chest and torso, and the smell of fresh soap coming from himself, was almost as addicting as the chemicals themselves. “I’m not just living, I am alive,” were the words Centaurus thought to himself as he took over his first host, and they remained true ever since.
Going through a quick skim of his host’s memories, Centaurus managed to gain his bearings on his situation. He was inside Ken Ackerman, and his lover Daniel McCree was taken over just a few feet away. If Mizar was inside of Ken, then that left Centaurus with a simple solution. He turned off the shower and quickly dried himself as much as he could. Then, throwing the towel on the floor, he strut out of the bathroom, dick already half-hard.
“Hey, Dan, how about throwing a small little culture festival of our own before heading out?” Centaurus called out as he emerged onto their shared bedroom. “Shower got me feeling hot and frisky.” He grinned as Mizar snapped his head up before quickly looking away. Was the mere sight of a naked man enough to make him flush?
“Oh, uh, a-are you sure about that, um… Ken?” said Mizar, pointedly staring down at the carpet. Even though he tried hiding it, as if ashamed, the erection was obvious.
Chuckling, Centaurus approached him with open arms, strutting the whole time. “Come, now! No need to be embarrassed. We’re men, we’re in love, nothing wrong with that!” He laughed, chest full of boisterous joy as he wrapped an arm around Mizar’s borrowed shoulders.
“Ah! Ah, I guess that’s true, um… yes, it is! We’re… in love...” Mizar said that word as though it was taboo before nodding to himself. His eyes seemed to finally gain a glint of confidence, Centaurus nodded. “Right! Well, uh, you start, then.” Ah, there it went. Now all that remained of Mizar was a timid wariness.
Is he serious? How’d he expect to pass if he’s this bad with connecting with his host and hiding amongst the crowd? Centaurus thought before spinning Mizar around and dragging him towards the bed. “Well, if you insist,” he said, “I don’t mind being the lead this time. But don’t corpse out on me, then.” Each word and lingo was so fun to say with his tongue. If he had a bit more time to himself, then Centaurus was ready to say every word in whatever book these humans used.
Mizar lied down on the bed as Centaurus spread his legs. “U-Um, wow, this feels so…”
“In-ti-mate?” Centaurus supplied, enjoying each slick movement of his tongue as he enunciated the word. “It always is, babe. C’mon, you’re not acting like yourself.” He grinned as Mizar immediately froze; his eyes betraying the panic that was happening inside. “Ha! Just messing with ya, babe! Now c’mon, let’s get started,” said Centaurus as he took out a bottle of lube from the nightstand next to the bed. “Promise I’ll be gentle, and treat ya just right...”
Mizar had always been the timid type. Even during the early days of studying, Centaurus identified him as a meek and weak individual. However, all of his previous assumptions were taken for a spin when Mizar won several combat and maneuverability competitions. Though difficult to connect with his host on the mental and emotional side, physically, very few students—such as Zathina—could compete with Mizar. “It must be the hormones,” he admitted to Centaurus during a private conversation. “I get so caught up in all these physical sensations and the chemicals involved in them, that I just sorta lost it, ehehe. It’s kind of embarrassing, really.”
And that was where Centaurus’ plan for overcoming Mizar’s talent lied.
“Oooo-OH FUCK!” Mizar cried out as Centaurus swallowed up his entire shaft. “Oh god, Ken, you—oh my god!” he said, arching his back and clutching the sheets at the sensation.
Luckily for Centaurus, Ken was truly experienced in this fine art. Making his partners beg for release in a cloud of ecstasy was Ken’s specialty. And for now, it was also a part of Centaurus’ skillset. He ran his tongue up and down before happily swallowing up the entire cock. Although he almost choked a few times, he managed to work Mizar into his first, intense orgasm.
“WH-WHAT THE FUUUUUCK! S-Something’s coming ouuuuut! AAAHHHHH!” Mizar screamed, confusion mixed in with the pleasure as he shot his load down Centaurus’ throat. “Oh god, oh my god,” said Mizar in between pants. He sat up on the bed, skin glistening with sweat, and said, “Can we do more?” with complete desperation.
Exactly as planned, Centaurus thought. “C’mon, baby, spread your legs. I got just what you need.”
Mizar did as told, nodding as Centaurus prepared himself. “Ohhhh, yes!” he moaned as Centaurus began with a lubed-up finger, then two, and finally most of his hand. “God, if this is what it feels, why aren’t we doing—NN, AAAH—all the time!” Mizar slammed his head onto the pillow, tongue hanging out as he arched his back again.
“Relax, relax,” said Centaurus, “lemme show you the main course,” he said as he slammed his cock into Mizar’s awaiting hole. To say that Mizar went over the moon would be an understatement. Had Centaurus not known about Mizar’s weakness for these physical sensations, he would’ve thought his classmate was having a seizure. Still, the neighbors might hear. To quiet Mizar down, Centaurus dove in and kissed Mizar. Their tongues played as Centaurus pounded Mizar. “God, you’re tight.”
Mizar only responded by gyrating his hips with a lewd smile.
Even though this was all part of Centaurus’ plan, he reasoned that there was no need for him to not enjoy himself. And, maybe when this was all over, he could invite Mizar for more sex with these humans. A vacation would follow the exams, and perhaps…
Centaurus’ thoughts were cut off as he let out a particularly loud moan and began to pick up speed. Their little game continued until, finally, Centaurus said, “I’m gonna cum…!
“Shoot, shoot it all inside of me!” begged Mizar. “Make me feel all full and warm!”
“I’M, I’M CUMMING!”
After what seemed like an hour of fucking, the two finally lied on the bed exhausted, sweaty, and satisfied.
“C’mon, another go,” whined Mizar.
Almost, satisfied.
Centaurus groaned. “Babe, c’mon… I’m exhausted. Let’s just relax and head down to the festival.”
“But...”
“I said no,” Centaurus snapped. He narrowed his eyes as he saw Mizar about to get up from the bed. “And y’know how serious I take monogamy, Dan,” he said, tone taking on a deadly edge. Mizar froze, and didn’t say anything. “You’re not planning on finding some dumb himbo and make him fuck you silly, are you? We promised we were the only ones for each other, remember?” Centaurus wasn’t exactly sure if that was true, but knowing that Mizar didn’t have the best capacity to draw from his host’s memories, that didn’t matter. “If you cheat on me, it’s over. Got it?”
“Got it!” Mizar responded, his arm twitching for a salute that was a habit of the creature, not the host.
“Good,” Centaurus said sweetly. “Now come here. Let’s have a nice nap...”
Mizar agreed, with some reluctance on his part. Centaurus smiled as the two of them lied back down on the bed with very little noise in the air. Somehow, in that post-orgasm silence, Centaurus drifted back and forth from sleep as he purposefully snored. Only when he heard a few moans and then the scuttling of an insect-like creature did Centaurus finally relax. Mizar’s not gonna have a high grade if he goes around begging to be fucked in different bodies, so that’s one of his classmates taken care of.
Swinging his legs off the bed, Centaurus stood up and stretched. He flexed his body to its limits, moaning each time. “God, being in a body always feels so good. Always feel alive with ‘em.” He quickly got dressed and made his way out of the room. One opponent down, four more to go. With any luck, he won’t have to deal with the worst of them until he had the area mapped out.
“Are you not ashamed of yourself?” Centaurus froze as a chill went down his spine. Although the voice was unfamiliar to him, the inflection and sheer viciousness behind it were not.
Taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart, Centaurus turned around and grinned at the devil that insisted on haunting him. Her host was a petite woman, but one that perfectly radiated the fearsome, ferocious aura that Zathina embodied. Every step, flick of her wrist, and word all belonged to the heir of the most elite of their species. Her kind was something to revere, fear, and steer clear of. No use being dirt on the clear and golden paths. Even just looking at her in an unfamiliar body, Centaurus felt an urge to bow and beg for forgiveness, but he held his ground.
“Well well, if it isn’t the princess of our class, Zathina herself!” he said, somehow managing to keep his tone jovial as his eyes skimmed through the hall, searching for an escape route. “Tell me, to what do I owe—“
“Shut up,” said Zathina, and the hall grew silent. It was as if the world itself bowed to the authority she was born into. Though her expression remained deadpan, Centaurus could feel the sheer disgust in her eyes. What Zathina felt at that moment, he was certain it wasn’t anger. It was truly as though she was looking at a cockroach that dared to be in her in presence and insult her sight through its existence. That was how the elite would look at those born in the dirt. “I heard, and witnessed, what you did to Mizar.” She narrowed her eyes, and Centaurus briefly looked away.
How pathetic, he thought, ashamed of himself.
“Is this how you get your sick kicks, worm?” said Zathina.
“Centaurus. I insist you call me by my name.”
“Your name is ‘worm’ as far as I’m concerned,” Zathina said and Centaurus remained silent. There was no room for debate with her. “Now then,” continued Zathina, “what do you have to say for yourself regarding your… unsavory tactics?”
Despite his fear, Centaurus still said, “It’s none of your business, is what I’d say.”
“Typical response,” said Zathina, rolling her eyes. As she ran her fingers down her new hair. Was she…? Before Centaurus could mull over it some more, Zathina spoke again. “It’s almost expected at this point. You’re becoming as boring as you are insufferable. But, I suppose you’re right. It is none of my business.”
“Then why—“
“Because it will be,” Zathina cut in, each of her words punctuated by an assertive step towards Centaurus. Instinctively, he backed away, nearly losing his footing at the tail end of his retreat. Just as he was about to regain his balance, Zathina shoved him with a lone flick of her wrist. With barely any effort on her end, Centaurus was down on the ground. Before he could even attempt to stand up, Zathina pressed her foot against his neck.
“No need for that,” said Zathina in a soft, gentle voice. “In fact, no need for any of your words, either. I don’t want to hear a single one of them.” As she spoke, she placed some of her weight onto her foot, and Centaurus gagged as oxygen became scarce. Zathina’s expression remained unchanging. “Now, worm, I hope my warning will remain with you for the rest of your life: Get in my way, and I will make you will suffer. This is my first and final warning. Blink once for ‘I understand,’ and struggle to die. Three, two...”
Centaurus blinked.
Zathina smiled. “I’m glad you understood,” she said as she slowly raised her leg. Centaurus took deep, labored breaths as he welcomed the rush of oxygen. He coughed and choked until Zathina brought her heel down onto his stomach.
“Hrrk! Hrrr…” Centaurus kept his mouth shut, only defiantly glaring at Zathina as she blinked in surprised.
“You didn’t scream. Impressive,” she said before stepping away from him. “You always seem to impress me in the most unexpected of ways, worm. Well, let’s make this the last time we see each other today. For your sake.”
“You...”
Zathina stomped on the floor, and Centaurus flinched. “Good. It seems I’ve trained you well,” she said, smirking with pure satisfaction. “Well, so long.” With a small and curt wave, Zathina walked away. Not even once did she turn back to see if Centaurus stood up and chased after her or not. To her, there was most likely no need.
“F-Fuck you,” Centaurus muttered, quiet enough that she wouldn’t hear. Zathina, as long as I live, I won’t let you win. I swear it.
Eight Cups a Day
Alan emerged from the water with a deep and relaxed sigh. The gentle ocean tide early in the morning always felt so nice on his aging body. Buying this brand new beach house after his retirement was the best decision he ever made.
Every day, he went out for an early swim and today was no exception. However, this time he did arrive at the beach a bit later due to staying up later than usual to watch the meteor shower last night. Thankfully, the beach was still decently empty at this time of the day, so he was perfectly at peace with nothing but the crashing waves for company.
However, as Alan made his way back to the shore to dry up, he felt something slip through his swimsuit. “Hmm?” There was a slimy sensation near his butt, and it nearly made him jump. Had some algae decided to hitch a ride with him? “What the—OH!” Now he jumped, as the slimy creature began sliding into his ass crack. “Oh, I-I-OH SHIT!” Alan dropped to his knees and began awkwardly convulsing as this strange, slimy sensation spread throughout his body. It felt cold and then warm, then some kind of alien mix of the two. “Wh-What on earth?!” he said as he collapsed onto the sand, smiling as a euphoric sensation spread throughout his body as the creature spread. He felt full; like someone was pounding full of nice cock. The more the creature spread, the more each one of his cells burst into fireworks of pleasure.
“F-FUCK!” Before Alan realized it, he was sporting a throbbing erection. He slid his swimsuit down to his knees and spread his legs, as if trying to fuck himself on the slimy invader. “Yes, yes, YES! AW FUCK!” He erupted into an explosive orgasm, spilling his seed all over the sand before collapsing into a convulsing mess of limbs. Then, as his body grew still, Alan slowly stood up. “Mmm...I see,” he said in a low, uncharacteristic tone.
Pulling his swimsuit back on, Alan made his way over to the ocean. “Come, my brothers,” he said as the waves crashed over him, “let us enjoy this new planet.”
xxx
“I gotta say, hot stud, didn’t expect for ya to get so excited to come over,” said Forde with a smile. He had gotten a quick match to help fix how horny he’s been getting for a while now. The guy actually came within like 20 minutes of the match! Seemed he was excited as soon as he learned Forde had a pool. “And, underwater sex? Sure as hell didn’t expect that. But I’m willing to try new things!”
“Always been a fan of the water,” said Alan, grinning back. “It’s like I was meant to be in it, or something. So, shall we get started?”
A mere ten minutes later, Alan held down a struggling Forde underwater as one of his slimy brethren invaded his body. With the pool acting as a catalyst in these invasions, the two would continue taking over hosts and flourish in this new rock.
Falling into the Debts of Hell
Part 1
“I dunno Mr. Joe,” said my niece’s boyfriend, Matt, as I pulled him closer to my bed. Despite how surprised and apprehensive he looked, there was still a mischievous glint in his eyes, as if on an inside joke. “What if Morgan finds out? I dunno if I could hurt her like that. Y’know, doing this with you.”
“Shh...” I said, slowly unbuttoning his polo shirt to reveal the chest of a boy finalizing his transition into a man. Despite the differences in our ages, he was already on his way to becoming more muscular than me. That, of course, only fueled the desire in my body. I could’ve sworn I started drooling, to my chagrin. “It can be our little secret.”
The way Matt whined didn’t go unnoticed. His face was completely flushed, in a daze of lust and perversion that most wouldn’t dare go to. On my end, I was pitching a raging stiffie—so much so that it was starting to hurt pressed up against my jeans. Of course, a simple strip and that was taken care of. There I was, clad in just my briefs, lying on my bed with my niece’s boyfriend’s bulge just inches away from my mouth.
Now, my gentle listener, you might be wondering how exactly I got myself into this mess. After all, having sex with my niece’s boyfriend would warrant getting cut off from your entire extended family for generations, but my case has some particularities, irregularities, and even “supernatural-ities,” if you pardon my French. See, it’s not me having sex with my niece’s boyfriend; it’s my niece.
Ah, sorry, I got too far ahead of myself again.
My name is Joseph, and I was a man with a dream. I had the wild fantasy of having a nice little mansion with plenty of cute maids; all wearing bunny ears, cat ears, the like; fighting each other for the chance to serve me.
However, I knew from the days I spent toiling my youth at arcades and casinos that money was easy for someone as fortunate as me. Though my younger brother warned me over and over again about the dangers of gambling. Naturally, a man now over 40 and savings that barely amounted to anything, I threw those childish warnings to the back of my mind and set off toward the closest casino in town. I had little to lose and a dream of debauchery to gain. Really, though, it was also about the thrill.
Sadly, even having the noblest dreams close to your heart wasn’t enough to make one a winner. Though my first time going to the casino resulted in a nice $300 profit, every other trip was a total flop. I bled cash in all other visits, and soon I could feel my shoulders being crushed by the burden of an unpayable debt. Well, I say “unpayable,” like it was unreasonable, but I don’t think anyone’s ever expected anything unreasonable out of me. With enough work and time, I would’ve been able to take care of it myself. However, at the time, I really saw myself as facing the gates of hell, and the devil of Greed awaited for my eternal soul. That was the sorta immaturity I embodied. It easy to fall into the “the world is against me,” mindset when you only look at your problems. Especially when you consider everyone’s reactions to it.
The only thing I feared more than the debt was my family finding out about the debt. My parents had already passed away, so at least I wouldn’t have to face the results of their reactions until I was long dead. However, my younger brother and his family already saw me as a child in the body of a hairy old man, so I couldn’t allow them to see my failures as both a gambler and as a human.
Then, the day arrived that my niece and nephew visited my home.
They were a pair of twins that looked and sounded nothing alike. The girl, Morgan, stood tall and proud, with her long hair shining as brightly as her future in the sun. Her twin brother Isaac, younger only by a few minutes and shorter by a mere inch, didn’t stand so much as slouch with his own brand of arrogance. His hair, as messy as his clothes, was cut short and uneven, and even dyed black to distinguish himself further. But his future arguably shined even brighter than his sister. The only thing the two seemed to have in common was their intelligent, green eyes that looked at me with concern.
And that was all I knew about them. Though they came to my house often, all I knew was they shared my blood through my brother’s side and they shared their mother’s success. Aside from a few anecdotes, they were complete strangers to me. We didn’t even share appearance, either. Even so, letting them rot on my porch on a hot summer day wasn’t an option, so I let them inside.
“Thank you for having us,” said Morgan with a curt nod. It was the politeness one had with a client or a guest. Creeped me out. Girls her age shouldn’t be acting like that. “You see, there was a note on our front door when we arrived home. We didn’t tell our parents yet, but… it mentioned your being in debt.”
I didn’t say anything. Guess I figured that if I didn’t speak and just stewed in this awkward and heavy silence, eventually they’d get bored and leave.
“Everything ok? The note speak the truth?” Isaac said with a gruff grunt. “If you’re in trouble, it’s good to talk ‘bout it and shit.”
They weren’t gonna leave without any answer. Not just that, they pretty much saw through all of my nonsense and bullshit. All I could really do was be honest, despite all the shame I had. I took a deep breath and shared my story with them. Thankfully, they respectfully listened without interrupting or even batting an eye.
Once I finished, Morgan and Isaac shared meaningful glances with each other. While Isaac retained a deadpan expression, Morgan looked ready to burst into tears.
“They really took advantage of you, uncle,” she said, sniffling as she rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hands. “And, they’ll most likely be after all of our family, now. We’ll be the target of harassment for who knows how long.” She let out a couple wet sobs while facing away from me. “S-Sorry, I’m sorry…”
“They’ll keep harassing us,” said Isaac, “unles…”
Unless?
“We can pay off the debt,” said Isaac, as deadpan as ever despite how ridiculous his words were. Before I could even respond to tell him how terrible his lies were, Morgan pulled out a fat wad of cash from her purse. She flashed me a few bills. Several hundreds, fifties, and twenties—all organized carefully; no doubt by Morgan. It was enough. No, even more than enough. These crazy kids had plenty of cash on them and were willing to bail me out! But…
I shook my head and backed away. “I can’t accept your cash,” I said.
“You’re literally reaching for it right now, ya dolt,” said Isaac to my chagrin. My body could never refuse cash from anything. “C’mon, uncle, just take the damn money,” he said, sounding exhausted by now.
Morgan nodded. “If they know where we live, they’re just going to keep harassing us like this. Our mom would have a panic attack if she found out. Better you are in our debt than in theirs.”
Funny, Morgan had even said, “better you be in our debt than in theirs,” but I didn’t see the true purpose behind their little scheme. I could’ve asked any number of questions, like “Where did you get your hands on this money?” or “What kind of debt collectors leave a note behind?” or even “Why’re you willing to bail me out?” But all I had my eyes on was that stack of money that would grant me peace of mind.
I took it without hesitation, thanking my niece and nephew profusely. Sweet little Morgan even gave me a hug before she said goodbye through a tearful smile. Not only did I need to pay back what these kids deserved, but I also needed to do something extra for them.
That night, I made my way to the casino to hand it off to the owner. Though he accepted it, I could see a glint of disapproval in his eyes. Just from his expression, I could tell he was thinking, “A loan shark, eh? Typical.” He wasn’t entirely wrong either, I’ll admit to that.
I made a note to myself to never visit that place again as I left. Not out of fear of debt, but because I did want to see that unpleasant look anymore.
Once I arrived home, I found Morgan waiting for me. Surprisingly, her brother was nowhere to be found. Figured they were attached at the hip. “Forget something?” I asked her as she stood up from her seat on my porch.
“No, nothing like that,” said Morgan, playing with her hair as she avoided my gaze. “I just wanted to ask something of you. Do you mind if we go inside, uncle? It’s rather cold tonight,” she said, shivering.
I nodded and stepped forward to unlock the door. “It’s open—“ I began, but before I finished speaking, I felt Morgan press her hand against my back. A numbing sensation spread throughout my body, and a cloudy haze spread in my mind.
“Let’s go inside, uncle,” said Morgan, and I silently followed her command. She shut the door behind her, and suddenly I feared how alone we were. “So, I’ve decided to go ahead and make you pay off your new debt right away.” Her tone remained nonchalant; completely unlike the emotional girl I saw this afternoon. “But, Isaac and I aren’t interested in money. If we were, we would have never taken on your debt.” With an innocent smile that befitted her age, she said, “That’s why you’ll pay us off with your body.”
“Wh-What are you saying? Morgan, why can’t I move?!”
“Please be quiet.” And then my mouth refused to move. The most I could do was wiggle my toes and blink. “At least, be quiet until I start to enter you.” She checked her phone, probably to text some friend, before lifting her face with a satisfied smile. However, what truly frightened me was her gaze. In Morgan’s green eyes was not the cute glint of a high school girl, but the tenacity, hunger, and ferociousness of a predator. “It’s a shame Isaac and I always have to share, but I guess that’s what happens when you’re born a twin.”
She held up her hand, as though to cast a spell, and placed it on my pectoral. Then, she began to knead it like she was some kinda baker. I couldn’t even moan at her sudden and invasive touch. Not even when her hand passed through the cloth and skin and deep inside of me. “There we go,” she said with a chuckle as her whole arm disappeared inside of me. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt. You’ll just feel a little uncomfortable. Like getting a type of foreign massage.”
My only response was a huff through clenched teeth. Morgan pointedly ignored that and kept pushing more and more of herself into me. Once her entire form disappeared and I was all alone in the living room did I finally gain control of myself. But it was only for an instant. My body cringed and convulsed as I felt Morgan shift inside of me. Was she trying to get comfortable?
Eventually, the convulsions stopped, and my body began to move despite my attempts. First, I stretched my arms and cracked my neck. “Let’s see...” Then, I flex both biceps. “Not bad, uncle Joe. Dad bods are all the rage nowadays, so you should be popular with a certain demographic.” I grinned, but inside I was truly frightened. Had I really become a passenger in my own body?
Morgan in my body pulled out my cell phone and punched in a number I had never seen before. “Hey Matt!” she greeted—her preppy tone so bizarre in my husky voice.
“Morgan? Babe, you really got him?” It was a boy’s voice, and he sounded excited. “No way!” he said with a laugh. “Ok, I’m on my way. Be there soon. So, uh… when I get there…?”
“I’ll be in character,” I said as I rubbed at my bulge. What the hell was Morgan planning on doing with my body?! “Don’t worry, even if it’s a little awkward the first time, we can do it again, and again, and again. My uncle owes us a debt to last years to come.”
Morgan sat down my body on the couch and began a small exploration. “I hope you won’t think too badly of me,” she said as she played around with my body. First by flexing, then my running her hands down my torso. “Mm, not bad. Bit of muscle and the fat keeps it from looking too muscly and weird. Not too round, either.” She directed my fingers to caress my thighs, and then my face. “No wonder Matt went crazy when I showed him pics of you. He’s bi, so playing around helps spice up our relationship,” she told me. Was she expecting me to respond to her or something? Maybe it was more a pleasantry than anything else.
Morgan did another pleasurable stretch, and she let out a small moan as something popped. “Aw, nice. God, uncle, I have got to sign you up for yoga. You could be really flexible if you just put some effort into it. And it’ll do some good for what we’re about to do.”
Not long after the phone call, I heard the doorbell ring. My shirt off, clad in just my underwear, I confidently strutted over to the door. On the other end was a young man who gasped and took an immediate step back. “W-Woah! Oh, sir, uh… is Morgan here?” he said with a nervous smile. His eyes kept shifting up and down.
“Hmm, dunno,” I said, leaning against the door frame and subtly bouncing my pecs. “Maybe inside? Why don’t you come in? We can go look together, young man.”
“Uh, if you say so, sir.” Together, the two of us wandered around the house, exchanging flushed and playful looks along the way, until we ended up in my room. “Huh, thought she said she’d be here. Weird, right, sir?” said Matt, making sure to face away from me to hide his boner.
“Well, I’m sure she’ll be here soon,” I said, stepping closer to Matt. “But, in the meantime, why don’t I keep you company?” I stepped closer to him, even as he tried to avoid my gaze as much as possible.
“Wh-What do you mean?” Finally, Matt turned to face me, our lips just a few inches apart. “S-Sir?!” I said nothing but smiled as I took his hand and placed it on my chest. “H-Hey, c’mon. I-I can’t do this to Morgan! I—“ and before he could finish, I placed a finger to his lips. Though his protests continued, they slowly fizzled out like a dying firework. The main show would begin soon.
“Relax,” I whispered to him. As he quieted down, I leaned in and planted a slow, sensual kiss on his lips. Never in my life was I as romantic as that. “I can take care of you. Everything you want. I’m all yours,” I said, my hands exploring his chest, then abdomen, and finally, his bulge hidden by his jeans. “Your li’l guy’s ready. You?”
The kiss must’ve pushed Matt over the edge, cause he said, “I...I am. I sure as hell am!” before lowering his voice to a quiet, sensual whisper. “Been wanting to fuck your tight, old man ass ever since I saw you.”
With just a bit of foreplay, we ended up on my bed. Matt held my wrists down with one hand while slowly, smoothly sliding my underwear down with the other. I had never been on the receiving end of a fucking, not even when I was in college. “God, you’re aggressive,” I said, “can’t say I don’t approve.”
“You’re gonna do a helluva lot more than approve when I’m done with you,” said Matt with a lust sigh as he spread my legs. “Gonna make you cum buckets. Nah, hell nah. Gonna fuck you so hard your world’s gonna go white.” He took deep breaths, like a running about to undergo a marathon. Just how hard did his body crave something like this? Jesus Morgan, what did you do to this kid?
“Do it, lover boy,” I said as I lifted my legs into the air. “This hole’s craving hot jock boy cock.” That was all the encouragement Matt needed. With some lube he must’ve brought himself, he circled my anus with his cock head, loosening it just a bit. “Getting impatient, boy...” I said, biting my lower lip in preparation.
Really wished Morgan hadn’t said that, cause that boy had some stamina! He pounded me so hard that I thought I was gonna split in half. “OH! OH FUCK, OH!” I cried out while writhing on my bed. If Morgan hadn’t used my hands to push against the headboard, I would’ve been concussed. “OH! M-Matt, you’re—FUCK—a goddamn stallion!”
“I ain’t finished yet!” he said, cockily. “Ya think I had—nngh—ENOUGH?!” Matt punctuated that with a particularly deep thrust, hitting my g-spot just right. For a second, my vision really did go white. “C’mon, moan for me! I wanna hear those deep groans you can only get from a geezer like you.”
I did just that, to my horror. My voice, that which I thought was only for the ladies, was now saying stuff like, “I’ve never been plugged by this much cock before!” while laughing hard enough to start tearing up. “Ohhhhhh, I’ve spent so many lonely nights before ya, Matt. Masturbating doesn’t come close to comparing to—NNGG, AHHH—to this!” I said, my legs writhing as the sensation began building. My abdomen began to tighten as climax approached. Words were already beyond me, and all I could do was scream as I shot my load between us.
“Get over here,” Matt said through gritted teeth as he pulled me close and started to roughly make out with me. He continued to fuck me, and I wrapped my legs around him in order to pull him close.
“Breed me. Make me your woman, kid,” I moaned, my dick erect and leaking still. I was full, and it was… nice.
Matt soon came afterward, moaning into my mouth as these crazy kids continued kissing and embracing. “Ohhh, that was so good, Mr. Joe,” he said as he rubbed his face against my furry chest.
“Roleplay is over, Matt,” I said, rolling my eyes. At least she finally stopped pretending to be me. “Next time, I’m on top, okay? With my own body.”
“Yeah yeah,” he said with a lighthearted chuckle. The two of them continued to embrace, and I started to feel like a third wheel in my own body. “You really gotta hand off your uncle’s body? For real?”
I shrugged. “Only fair. My brother gets to use him tomorrow. I got him for tonight, and we’ll keep on switching.”
“You really share everything with him, huh?”
I clicked my tongue. “Not everything,” I said. “But, most things we do. We’re twins, y’know. We share a birthday, we share tastes, we even share dreams.” I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. A serenity spilled all over me. Was I the one feeling at peace, or was Morgan simply relaxed after that intense session? I was all sweaty, and even though Matt was clearly enjoying the sensation, I still wanted to take a shower and forget about all of this. But she didn’t let me. “Isaac,” Morgan began again, and I intently listened, “is half of my soul. And I’m half of his. That’s how twins work. We’re fine separated, but together we’re unbeatable.”
That tenacity returned, and it frightened me. Knowing what these two kids could do, I felt dread creeping over my soul. The power they could have with the ability to possess and control people from the inside was limited only by their devious imagination. Visions of money, power, and slaves under their heels flashed across my eyes. Were these the dreams that Morgan mentioned?
I learned far more than I wanted to about my niece and nephew that night. And would continue to do so for many nights to come.
Common Kurtosy
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Lucas spent his whole life in love with Johnny—his next-door neighbor and best friend. Throughout his life, he spent his time slowly pining for the handsome boy now man during middle school, high school, and now university. Was it due to how similar they were? Or maybe it was the small differences that fascinated Lucas so? Either way, he knew that he could never deny his feelings.
Although Lucas spent his high school days and the first year of college experimenting and with little dates with girls and boys alike, the feelings remained true. And like that love, the silence endured. Lucas kept his feelings deep in his heart until the day came that Johnny revealed his own secret.
“Your dad’s a real catch,” Johnny said as Lucas’ father, Kurt, walked back to his bedroom to retire for the night. “A real-deal DILF, y’know. Mine’s just a string-bean.” Then, remaining completely casual, Johnny returned to playing games.
Perhaps it was the nonchalant nature of the confession, or maybe the fact that it was Lucas’ father that had unintentionally stolen Johnny’s heart, but a deep resentment festered in Lucas’ heart. Weeks passed, but the love and hate remained unspoken and unbending until a spell landed in Lucas’ possession.
“Take it away from me,” said a handsome, middle-aged man one; his eyes tinted with regret. He handed Lucas an occult book filled with spells and rituals. “Maybe you’ll use it better than I did. But I need that damn thing away from me and my… my son.”
Somehow, Lucas knew that the book was the real deal. Just the way each page seemed to quiver with some form of power as his fingers thumbed through was enough to convince him. There was something special in his possession and he could not wait to use it.
The target would naturally be his father, and the spell would be that to take over his body, permanently. The spell warned that it was irreversible, as it would swiftly kill the caster's body. However, Lucas had no intention of going back. While his life was aimless as he tried out what exactly engaged him during his first two years of university, his father continued to draw as a successful artist. And despite the years Lucas spent practicing, styling, and perfecting his own drawing methods, he couldn't hold a candle to his father.
So he would steal his talent, his life, and his best friend’s heart. While Lucas’ father slept, he conducted the ritual. His soul shed the complete burden that was his body and life. He stretched his essence as it rose into the air. It was as though he could finally spread his wings after being trapped in a cage.
However, Lucas didn’t dawdle for long. He flew through the walls of his home until he arrived at his father’s room—floating just a few inches above. Clad in just a pair of underwear in these hot summer months, Lucas stared down at his father’s body. His plump chest had a fine layer of hair and his strong jaw was accented by the stylized and thick beard. His face, always complimented with a kind smile, was always welcome wherever he went. All of these features only served to bolster Lucas’ envy and resolve.
Still, he dove onto this man, phasing through Kurt’s impressive chest, as the man shot up in shock. “Wh-Whu?!” he cried out, unconsciously planting his feet on the bed, legs spread, as control over himself swiftly dwindled. "Th-The fuck's happening to—ahh AAHHHH!" Kurt's consciousness quickly faded as Lucas stretched his soul throughout his father's body. It was as if putting on an old yet comfortable cloak that he had misplaced long ago. As the muscles warmed under Lucas’ control as his father, leaking drool and pre-cum, disappeared beneath the depths of his mind.
Lucas awoke and smiled. Somehow, wearing Kurt's smile was more comfortable than his own. He arose from his bed, astonished as to how simple and easy it was. Though Lucas was never ashamed of his own body, the ease of movement and vitality from Kurt's were intoxicating. "Oh, oh my god," he said. The sound of his new baritone sent erotic shivers down his spine. Finally, Lucas was in full control of his father and his fate. “Sorry dad,” he said, chuckling the whole time, “but look at it this way. I’m taking what is rightfully mine, is all.”
For most of the morning, Lucas walked up and down the halls of his home with a ridiculous, masculine strut. Each movement and pop of Kurt’s hot and hairy form was like a drink of ambrosia for Lucas. “Ahhhh…!” he exclaimed as he performed stretches that his old body would have balked at. “God, you feel so good, daddy!” Lucas laughed as he flexed his arms, licking the baseball-sized biceps. Then, he took each of his pectoral and began to massage them, flicking a nipple from time to time. With just that, he was already sporting a hard-on. “Your chest feels so good, dad. Holy crap, you’re so—ngggh—sensitive!”
Before his self-worship could continue, the doorbell suddenly rang. Lucas hadn’t realized that it was already 2pm. Johnny was here.
First, Lucas rushed to his father’s room to get dressed, but he was only just pulling his underwear up his legs before he paused, deep in thought. Why bother putting on so many layers when he’s gonna rip them off once Johnny was in his grasp? Grinning, lowered the underwear as much as he could before making his way towards the door.
As expected, Johnny was on the other side. The effect was immediate. His eyes bugged out and his mouth hung open in a perfect O as he stared at Kurt—now Lucas’—half-naked body. Lucas in particular noticed how Johnny’s gaze seemed particularly glued to his chest. “M-M-Mr. Miles! Hello! Uh, i-is Lucas home?” said Johnny.
Smirking inside, Lucas glanced over his shoulder, leaning against the doorway. "Hmm, might still be asleep. He'll probably be up later."
“O-Oh, is that so? Then, maybe I should just be going...” Johnny began to back away, Lucas placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “Now now, no reason to turn tail and go. Lucas’ll be up soon. In the meantime...” Lucas’ pecs bounced to Johnny’s amazement. “Why don’t you keep me company, Johnny-boy?”
As if hypnotized, Johnny absentmindedly nodded and allowed Lucas to lead him inside. The two walked past Lucas’ original room, but Johnny did not protest. Instead, they made their way into Kurt’s room. The bed was made, the sheets were clean, and the room was ready for staining.
“Caught you lookin’ at me a certain way, Johnny-boy,” said Lucas, savoring the way he said his best friend’s name. “Thought I wouldn’t notice?”
“N-Not at all, sir,” said Johnny as several beads of nervous—or perhaps excited—sweat cascading down his brow. “B-But I did stare from time to time. I-I’m not gonna deny that.” He trembled, but the lustful smile did not lie.
“Well, what kinda fantasizes were you having about me?” Leaning in close, teasing Johnny was a small lick, Lucas whispered, “I’m curious.”
“I wanna worship ya! And then I want you to wreck my ass with that big-ass cock of yours!” Johnny’s voice lacked any shame or reservation. His eyes glistened with pure lust.
“Well then,” Lucas said, gently taking Johnny’s arm before pulling the two of them back. They fell back onto the bed, Johnny’s face landing on Lucas’ new chest. “Go right ahead. Show me what you’ve got.”
Johnny eagerly complied. He worked hard as he licked the pecs, not minding the carpet of hair on Lucas’ chest while massing and twerking the nipples. “You’re like a newborn on his mom’s breasts,” Lucas chuckled. “There ain’t no milk there.”
“I don’t care,” Johnny breathed. “Give me more,” he said, unbuttoning his jeans and slowly pulling them off while grinding up against Lucas’ torso. Each part of his body seemed to scream for more and more of Lucas. Not a single crease remained untouched.
Lucas moaned as Johnny continued to tease him. His father’s nipples were so sensitive, and just a graze from Johnny’s tongue sent him pre-cumming in his underwear. “God, you’re so cute worshippin’ my body like that.”
Johnny smiled as he sucked on Lucas’ chest.
“But, you ready for the real course?” The eagerness in Johnny’s eyes made Lucas laugh. “You’re so cute sometimes, y’know.”
Johnny responded by kneeling on the bed and removing his shirt and briefs while Lucas drank in the sight. He had often seen his best friend shirtless during the times they went running or swimming, but this was something else entirely. Now, Johnny was completely naked and aroused. At him--at Lucas. The way his lips seemed to quiver and his body trembled with both want and fear of what would come next only cemented Lucas' thoughts.
I made the right choice, he thought. No, I made the choice that was right for me. I deserve this.
Years of fruitless pining all disappeared with a single spell—and though more hardships would follow, Lucas embraced this moment of bliss with all his heart.
“Let’s make love,” he told Johnny.
Johnny bit his lip while Lucas soft muttered and whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll be slow. I won’t hurt you. Nggh! Holy shit.” Lucas knew that Johnny was experienced, but somehow that hole wasn’t loose at all. He was tight and quite experienced, moving his hips in sync with Lucas’ thrusts.
"F-Fuck me, daddy, holy shit!" Johnny cried out, embracing Lucas with both arms and pushing himself more onto Lucas' chest. "Ah! C-C'mon! Fuck me harder."
“God, you love to beg!” Lucas yelled, trying to push more and more of himself into Johnny as if he was trying to possess him. “Scream harder for me, Johnny-boy. I want to hear how much you love my body. NGGH! How much you love me.”
Johnny let out another cry as Lucas thrust hard into his prostate. His pre-cum ran like a bubbling volcano. “I’m g-gonna cum! Kurt, d-daddy, I’m gonna—AHHH! I’m gonna cum!” Before Lucas could even react, Johnny wrapped his legs around his torso and pulled him in as much as he could. With another roar of ecstasy, Johnny screamed, “I’M CUMMING!”
Lucas grinned as he saw Johnny's sweat-matted face, almost convulsing as he sprayed his load between them. Just his voice and his eyes shining with ecstasy and pleasure were enough to push Lucas over the edge. With a manly roar, Lucas shouted, "Take on daddy's load, Johnny-boy!" he said, pushing Johnny's face onto his chest as he shot load after load into Johnny's waiting asshole.
The two of them lied back on the bed in each other’s embrace. Lucas knew that eventually this peace would end and he would have to suffer through the consequences of his spell, but for now, he could be in post-coitus alongside the love of his life. “Love ya, Johnny-boy,” he said, drunk in the moment.
“I love you too, Kurt,” Johnny said, smiling and cuddling close to him.
Giving ‘em a Ranch Hand
Phew! Barely managed to snatch this guy up.
My family traveled to the deep south to visit my uncle in his farm. I was travelling the place, bored outta my mind and trying to get away from the stench of cow dung when I stumbled unto this handsome fella. “The name’s Colt! I own a farm nearby,” he said, offering his hand alongside the good old southern hospitality.
Unfortunately for him, my touch was how I managed to get my rocks off when I saw a man that caught my eye.
“Nice to meet you!” I said, eagerly shaking his hand. An electric tingle shot down my arm. From the way his eyes widened and his shoulders tensed up, I imagined he felt it too. “My new toy,” I whispered as my hand phased through his own.
“Th-The hell’s this?!” Colt cried out, unable to away as I stepped right into him. His heavy set body easily accepted me inside despite his panicked protests. Once I was fully inside, the real battle began. “G-Git the hell outta me! A-Ahh!” His mind and mine battled as his body convulsed from the strain of two souls battling for supremacy. Eventually, he fell back into the grass, belt unbuckling due to some “accidental” hand motions from me.
Turns out, Colt was freeballing it that day. Worked out for me!
“It’s like you want me to take you over!” I said with a sneer as I used the struggling hand to unbutton his flannel shirt and expose his hairy cock for the world to see. “This was meant to be, Colt!”
“F-Fuck--AAAHHH--FUCK YOU!” Colt cried out as we continued to struggle. However, I knew that with his exposed chest and dick, this conflict would soon draw to a close. “H-Hey, the hell’re y’doing?” Colt asked, fear in his voice as I forced his hands to grab his dick and cup his balls. “St-Stop, no!”
Too late, Colt! I stroke him hard, eagerly making him moan like a whore as his resistance waned. The two of us yelled, “NOOO! Oh FUCK! Oh, that’s good!” in sync as our souls aligned, just as I wanted. “I-I’m gonna, I’m gonna--!” we said, biting our lower lip as the pleasurable pressure began to build in his core. The eroticism of another man filling him up from the inside and using his own body to abuse himself was far too much, and Colt came under my control as he blasted rope after rope of sticky cowboy cum on the grass. “FUUUUUCK!” I shouted, thrusting my hips into the air with each shot.
“Goddamn, Colt,” I said, enjoying my new hairy chest and southern twang as I laid peacefully on the grass. Already, my new cowboy cock was leaking pre while I ran my hands up my chest and through this impressive beard of his. “Always had a thing for ‘em cowboys. Watched plenty o’ Westerns with my hand on my cock, but yer the real deal.” I purred, erotic shivers tingling down my spine as I spoke with that stolen accent. I thrusted into the air again, moaning as my dick felt ready to bust once more. “But, let’s get cleaned up,” I said to myself, slapping my new ass. “And later on, we can really start riding ‘em like real cowfolk. Hehehe...”
Dermot Mulroney
- Shot by John Russo (2023)
I humbly believe in dilf supremacy Hi have Mallory beating up some young punks 😩😩💦
alt version
adding Thomas Shelby to the list of 'he could make me worse' individuals
i could not make him better and I don't want to
i’m gonna barf i love him sm
The ONLY good thing about dark phoenix was Micheal fassbender in a tight black long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up
Trying to learn how to draw muscle by drawing shirtless Cash
Literally me when Greed.
alright i can get possessed my homie said it was chill
Shou Tucker: Anime vs. Live Action
So I'm sure you've all heard of Shou Tucker before right? Evil bastard who turned his own daughter into a chimera? Yeah, that's the one.
So I bet you're thinking; there's absolutely no way you'd ever, EVER, be attracted to this walking red flag...
...And that's where you might possibly be wrong!
Because allow me to introduce to you...the DILF that is Shou Tucker from the Live Action movie no one cared about!
Yeah, pretty fine ain't he? A true, true DILF. And somehow the best character from that mess of a movie.
(Yes, Shou Tucker is in fact the most well-written and charismatic character from that movie. They messed it up THAT badly!)
